*Knock knock!*
That was the back door! Corinne Davison realized that there was only one person who would be so bold. She rushed to the back and saw the slim young man looking in through the door's glass. Opening it up, she hissed, "Simon! My husband's still here! You can't show up this early."
"Okay, I'll make sure to come later next time," he replied as he tried to step past her.
She pushed him back. "No! Go to the tool shed and wait there...he'll leave for work soon."
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Simon was sitting on a folding chair in the shed, completely bored, when Corinne joined him. "Simon, I think I've found someone who can help you so I don't, um, have to anymore," she informed him.
He frowned. "But you like helping me...you cum a lot," he responded.
"Err...but I shouldn't...I'm married..."
Simon stepped up to her, the skinny young man's head only as tall as hers. "If your husband was properly taking care of you, then you wouldn't need me to make you feel good." Then he kissed her.
Corinne was flabbergasted and pulled back from the kiss. "I...you..." But he was right...her husband had lost interest in her. "I'm only doing this because of the picture."
Simon was confused. What did the picture she took of his cock have to do with this? He didn't realize that she was speaking of the picture he'd taken of her covered in his cum and she had misunderstood his previous comments about it as blackmail. "Even with another lady, I'll still need your help, Mrs. Davison. My whore...whore..."
"Hormones," she reminded him.
"Yeah!"
She sighed and pulled out her phone. "Let me see if she's available now."
As Corinne dialed the number, Simon admired her outfit. It was a tank top with a short summer-y skirt that showed off her nice legs, making it look as if she was going to play tennis. He could feel his cock filling with blood.
"Hey...yeah, now...yeah? Okay, seeya soon." She hung up and slapped Simon's hand away before it touched her breast. "Control yourself...we're heading over now."
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"Him?!" the woman who had been introduced as Nessa asked, her face unbelieving.
Simon took in the pretty Black woman, one of the first he'd ever met. She was about his 5'9" height, with a voluptuous curvy figure and large breasts that he thought would give his mother a run for her money. Her hair was big, dark and curly.
"Trust me, Nessa, he's the real deal. I brought condoms," Corinne replied.
Nessa let them into her house and turned to Simon. "All right, Third Leg, let's see what'cha got."
Simon looked to Corinne, confused.
"Pull down your pants, Simon," she advised him.
He did, revealing his sizable trouser snake.
"Not as big as the picture," Nessa commented.
"He's probably shy...take off your shirt and see what happens, Nessa," Corinne replied.
Nessa pulled off her tank top, revealing large breasts restrained by a dauntless red bra. "Oh, I see..." she breathed as Simon's member perked up.
"How do you know each other?" Simon asked as Nessa pulled her bra off to reveal dark conical areolas with inverted nipples. He found those very interesting.
"We were college roommates and became best friends," Corinne explained. "I managed to convince my hubby to move to her town after we married. Shall we head to the bedroom?"
Nessa shimmied out of her tights on the way, leaving her naked, then climbed onto her bed and spread her legs. Simon quickly doffed his own clothes. 'That's quite the prong for such a skinny white boy,' Nessa thought. "Get me ready, Simon," she urged him.
"Um..."
"She wants you to go down on her first," Corinne explained as she sat in a chair off to the side of the bed.
"Um..."
Corinne sat forward. "You put your mouth up to her vagina and start licking."