(Author's Note - I'm guilty. I have deleted derogatory comments in the past. Sorry, but I guess I just don't understand the reason behind some of the comments left by certain people/trolls. This is supposed to be a fun website with lots of different stories being told by authors with a wide range of skills. We can't all be a Hemingway, but we can have some fun. So, to all the trolls out there who are here for the wrong reason...read another story! And to the rest of you, please enjoy.)
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Deacon had just finished using his best friend's wife and he needed to get home in a hurry so he wouldn't be late for work. It was hard leaving the Heffernan's bedroom as he took one last look at the young, white, firm body that was lying there nude, on her stomach. What a nice ass, he thought to himself as he watched his seed dripping out of Carrie's married white cunt. Then he turned and walked out the door.
He made three deposits in her last night and one this morning, so he had nothing left to give her when he closed the bedroom door behind him. Sporting a huge shit eating grin, he quietly let himself out and drove home to shower. Doug was right about one thing, Carrie DID like sex and man was she tight!
His beautiful black bride Kelly used to be tight, too, but after Deacon made use of every hole she had to offer during the first six months of their marriage, she was no longer able to grip his cock as tight as she once could. Now don't get me wrong, Kelly is still a great fuck, and Deacon would run back to her in a second if he could, but Carrie Heffernan's pussy felt like vice grips grabbing his cock and her mouth...well, let's just say it's way better than a Hoover!
Deacon was just finishing up his IPS route when he heard the ringtone of an incoming text on his cell phone. It was from Carrie. She wanted to talk and would he please stop by after work?
He replied okay, but wanted to go home and grab a quick shower first. Actually, a shower wasn't the reason he wanted to swing by his apartment. Even though Carrie had been extremely easy to get into bed, he had some plans for her that may or may not need some 'extra' persuasion. He wanted her ass! So, after his shower, he donned some sexy underwear, tight slacks and a silk shirt before grabbing some weed, a couple of pills and heading out the door.
The pills were given to him by a friend of his when he and Kelly separated. He was told they were called Ecstasy and they had an erotic effect for anyone who took them, meaning inhibitions were lost and the word 'no' was never muttered. Which was exactly what he was hoping for when he took Carrie's ass.
Just as he was getting in his car, he got another text from Carrie. Would he stop and pick up some Chinese take-out on the way over? Sure.
Carrie was grateful that Deacon didn't mind helping out while her husband Doug was laid up in the hospital, but she was a bit hazy on what happened last night and wanted to talk to Deacon about it. The one thing she did remember was the musky man smell on her sheets when she woke up this morning and how sore her pussy was. Not to mention that there was a gooey, white substance leaking out of it.
"So, what's happening girl?" asked Deacon coming in the door.
"Well, I got some news about Doug earlier today, and it wasn't good. They are going to have to do some more surgery and he might be out longer than they thought!"
Her thoughts though, weren't really about Doug and the extra pain he was going to be put through. No, her thoughts were about that itch between her legs that constantly needed attention.
Carrie Spooner lost her virginity at the tender age of 15 and since then, the longest she's gone without sex is two weeks, and that drove her up the wall. Doug had married a sex addict, he just didn't know it. He thought she was always horny because he was such a skilled lover, when, in reality, if her pussy wasn't filled on a regular basis, her moods swung from slut to a fucking bitch in a hurry. So, to keep her bitchiness to a minimum, she fucked Doug a lot.
Now though, Doug wasn't even good for that, but this tall, handsome black man walking through her front door with Chinese take-out certainly was. She vaguely remembers last night...or was it a dream? Her sore pussy, and the white stuff dripping out of it this morning, made her question her 'dream' theory, so she wanted to confront Deacon and find out what they did last night.
"Damn, that sucks!" Deacon laid on the empathy somewhat sincerely.
"Yeah, they're saying it might be a full year before he's back to normal. And that's IF everything heals the way it's suppose to! Oh, Deac, what am I going to do?" she fell into his arms, laying her head on his chest and crying uncontrollably.
Deacon wrapped his arms around his best friend's wife in an effort to console her while at the same time trying to hide his hard-on.
It didn't take Carrie long to stop crying once she became aware of Deacon's 'growing' concern for her. She knew exactly what she was doing and planned on using Deacon's concern to her advantage. She now remembered what happened last night...and she wanted it to happen again, and again, so she brazenly started rubbing him through his pants.
"Are you sure you want this Carrie?" came his not-so-innocent question.
"Yes, Deac, I'm sure. We should have been doing this a long time ago!" was the response he heard as she lifted up her face to stick her tongue deep inside his mouth. Just the answer he was hoping for.
While her tongue was searching for his tonsils, her hands were busy taking his pants down and pulling out his telephone pole of a cock. Deac liked the taste of her mouth, so he held her close to him as she was stroking him to full attention, preventing her from dropping to her knees. He wanted to control this woman and make her do things she had never done before.
If Mrs. Carrie Heffernan had any idea of what this huge black man had in store for her, she may have not been so willing to cheat on her husband as she was. One of the reasons his wife Kelly left him was for the kinky sex acts that he always wanted her to do, but refused...but now, now he had a willing partner who was about to find out how much he loved non-vanilla sex.
When he was finally ready to be in her mouth, he pushed Doug's wife down to her knees and grabbed the back of her head forcing her to lick his balls.
Carrie knew exactly what he wanted her to do and started cleaning his scrotum with her tongue. She was very adept at taking his balls, one at a time, and sucking them into her mouth where she would roll them around inside her mouth, all the while using her tongue to stimulate the semen inside.
Deacon, being the red-blooded heterosexual male that he is, wasn't going to last too long with Carrie's fantastic oral stimulations on his balls.
Grabbing Carrie by the hair, he managed to get her to release his balls and put her mouth over the head of his cock just as his first load of cum was shot down her throat! Even being the expert cock sucker that she is, Carrie wasn't prepared for the amount of black seed that Deacon was pumping into her mouth. Some of it leaked out from her mouth, down her chin and onto her blouse.
Nice start to the evening, Deacon was thinking to himself as he watched Carrie wipe the cum from her chin and put it back in her mouth. She made quite a show of it as she was on her knees looking up into Deacon's eyes while opening her mouth and showing him what she was doing with his seed. WOW, he thought, she really is a whore! Doug was right.
But now he was hungry and wanted to eat, so he started dishing up some of the take-out he brought over while Carrie went upstairs to change out of her cum soaked blouse.
Doug had told him that he tried fucking her ass once when she was drunk, but she wouldn't let him, so she was technically still an anal virgin. Since Deacon had been admiring Carrie's ass for quite some time, he wanted to take that virginity and smashed up some of the pill his friend gave him and sprinkled it on Carrie's food.
Carrie came back down the stairs wearing a shear negligee robe over, what he hoped, was something sexy underneath. He noticed she put on black, fish-net stockings and heels, so he removed his shirt and sat down to eat in his silk boxers.
They ate in silence for awhile and after their third beer, Carrie started talking, "So Deac, where do we go from here?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. I'm married, you're married."
"Oh, that. Well, you know I love Kelly, and if she'd just say the word I'd go running back to her in a heartbeat, and I'm pretty sure you love Doug, so I guess we're just fooling around having some fun in the meantime."
"Yeah, I know you still love Kelly and yes, I do love Doug, but I wanted to know where that left us. If that just makes us fuck buddies, then I'm fine with that. I just wanted us to be on the same page is all. Ooohhh," as the drug began to take effect.
Deacon watched as Carrie closed her eyes, rubbed her thighs together and shuddered. Droplets of sweat appeared on her upper lip as her eyes opened. She stood up, grabbed Deacon by the hand and lead him upstairs to her marital bed.
Discarding her robe as she walked through her bedroom door, she turned to face this tall black man who followed her. The outfit she had on under her robe had his full attention. Her boobs were a little on the small side, especially compared to his wife Kelly's, but everything else was perfect.
Her flat, bare belly was nice and smooth above the garter belt that was holding up her black, fish-net stockings covering her perfectly proportioned legs. The black, push-up bra, with the nipple hole cut-out, was giving her more cleavage than she normally had. But what had Deacon mesmerized, more than anything else, were those lips.
Carrie Spooner had been blessed with a set of full, pouty lips. And tonight, she had them painted bright red! Just perfect for wrapping around a man's cock. Deacon's cock!
