It's not that Professor Avery was a dumb man, he was just very naive when it came to malice. His students would pull mean pranks on him and he would fall for their tricks every time. It was as if he walked through life with rose colored lenses over his blue eyes. That day, the prank the students played on him went too far. The firecrackers hidden in his desk drawer were activated when he opened it causing loud explosions and sparks that landed set his papers on fire. The smoke alarm and water from the automatic sprinklers filled the room. Students ran out leaving the mortified teacher to deal with the aftermath. Classes were cancelled and he was strongly advised by the college's administrator to take the rest of the day and go home. Soaking wet and sporting a sign stapled to the back of his shirt collar that read "kick me", he got in his car.
In a pick up truck, Esteban and Djimon talked as they pulled off the freeway.
"I was not surprised she asked me to bring a bud along. This woman is a freak! Everybody in the neighborhood has taken a turn on her. Loves big cock and cum," Esteban said to his friend.
"So just like that? No strings attached, no taking her out or playing nice, just straight up hit it and move on? Is she ugly or something?" Djimon asked still incredulous.
"You'll find out man. We're almost there, turn left at the stop sign," he responded.
Inside the house Kerry lounged on the couch of the family room, half watching a show on TV, while she rubbed lightly over and over between her legs. She always grew impatient when one of her many lovers was not on time. The saucy twenty eight year old brunette looked at the clock on the wall one more time, only adding to her frustration. A matching bra and panties set was all she wore. Her natural beauty didn't need much help but she enjoyed the ritual of applying mascara and bright crimson lipstick. It always seemed to trigger her appetite for sex. To console herself, she caressed her large perky breasts through the fabric of the lace silk black bra. Her tiny waist contrasted her wide hips were two of the features men always found irresistible on her. She played with herself as she closed her eyes, excited to find out what Esteban's friend looked like. The brunette pictured him with ebony skin, powerful muscles and a wide bright smile. She wasn't wrong.
Esteban and Djimon became friends in the army but now owned a local gym. The two had an affinity for seducing their clients. Ernesto's weapon of choice was using his exaggerated Spanish accent and deep voice, which were so appealing to the bored housewives. His friend liked using his quick wit and charm to impress the ladies instead. Djimon parked the truck on the driveway and the two tall men made their way to the front door. Ernesto knocked loudly overlooking the doorbell. Kerry jumped to her feet awakened from her day dreaming by the noise. She slipped on a pair of black high heel shoes before rushing to the door to greet them.
"What took you so long? Mama needs attention!" she scolded Esteban as if the only reason he was put on the earth was to attend to her needs.
"Take it easy, Kerry. At least let me introduce you to my friend Djimon!" he said in response.
"Hi, you're as handsome as I imagined," she said, provoking a grin on the young man's face.
"It's nice to meet you, Kerry!" he said in his most gentlemanly voice.
"Okay, can mamma get some now?" she asked.
Esteban was accustomed to her impetuous remarks and demanding tone. Djimon, however, was surprised at her bossy attitude. The woman was a sex addict, just like his friend said. He walked over to her grabbed her by the back of the neck and planted his thick, fleshy lips on hers. If she was that a wild cat, he would tame her like one, he thought to himself. She liked the bold move and responded by parting her lips to accept his tongue. Esteban approached her from behind, used his hairy, coarse hands to grab her waist and pulled her onto his groin. He wanted her to become aware of the stiff member that was ready for her. She felt comforted. Being between two virile men gave her hope that they might quench her thirst for feeling manhandled.
She took her lovers by the hand and led them into the master bedroom. Filled with excitement and anticipation, she jumped onto the unmade bed. She was a beautiful woman but a terrible homemaker. As she settled in with her back against the pillows, she pulled her panties off and tossed them at the two herculean men. Djimon caught them mid air and gave them a sniff as he looked at her squarely in the eye.
"Now you two do it. I want to see what you got for me!" she said commanding.
The two friends didn't need much prodding. In a flash, their matching muscle shirts with their gym's logo leaped off their body and onto the floor. Their sweatpants and underwear followed revealing their engorged massive flesh rods.
Her smile broadened at the spectacle developing in front of her. Esteban walked to the left side of the bed and his friend to the opposite side. This drove Kerry wild as she had to turn her head left to right and back again trying to decide where to start. Djimon was a novelty for her. As much as she wanted Esteban she had enjoyed him before. Djimon won. She turned to him first, reached out and grabbed the heft of his shaft.
The young black man liked the sharp contrast between her milky white hand and his dark circumcised pole. Kerry appreciated the weight of it on her delicate hand. It felt burning hot to the touch. Satisfied that Djimon had the right attributes to help her have a good time, she turned her head to the opposite side looking for the familiar uncut monster that Esteban had to offer her. She used her free perfectly manicured hand to peel the foreskin back and reveal the shiny knob. Her sex addiction started years ago. It came to her as a powerful wave that overtook her every thought of every day. It was only a fortunate coincidence that her husband was so innocent to her relentless cheating.
Professor Avery felt his car lose power as he drove down his street. His foot floored the accelerator pedal but the machine wouldn't respond. It was only then, he realized the fuel gauge pointed to empty. The cars behind him honked repeatedly. He looked at the angry motorists behind him and waved apologetically. The poor sap pushed his beat up car to the parking space twenty feet ahead. When he finally reached the spot, he endured the parade of motorists that shouted obscenities and flip him the middle finger as they passed by. The man locked the car and began the long walk to his house, under the hot summer sun.
Esteban rocked fucking Kerry's little hand. "Time to suck dick, no?" he asked grinning. The woman was ready to but because he had brought it up, she would punish him by attending to Djimon's cock first. She kissed the head of the black baton to clean up the shiny oozing goo at the tip.
