The thirty-something year-old woman pulled up next to another car. She glanced over and saw a young black man behind the wheel, waiting, like her, for the light to change. He looked over at her and she smiled politely.
He gave a dreamy smile, which she thought was odd. Then he squinted, and his lips pulled back into almost a sneer. The woman looked on, curious, wondering what had happened to the young man.
After a few more seconds, she blurted out, "Oh!" in surprise.
A young blonde head had suddenly appeared, rising out of the black boy's lap. The girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at him with a smile. He said something and she looked over at the woman in the lane next to them, smiling again.
In the other car, Ashlee collapsed in giggles.
"Guess we gave her a show," she said.
J.D. chuckled and began to drive again as the light changed.
Ashlee sat back in her seat, gently stroking J.D.'s still exposed cock as it softened. She loved nothing more than giving him road head. She'd done it a few minutes into their first date and still couldn't contain herself whenever they were in the car together.
She gripped his cock tighter, and it began to reverse course, stiffening up again before he'd even totally lost his last erection. He seemed to like the road head too, she thought to herself.
Ashlee was excited about their plans for the night, even if she wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen. Dr. Chelsea had texted J.D. and told him to come to her apartment, adding that he should, "Bring a friend."
Dr. Chelsea was infamous on campus for being the harshest, toughest teacher in any department. She took no nonsense in her classes and ruled with an iron fist in the classroom. Yet, somehow, J.D. ha found another side of her after she caught him banging one of Ashlee's friends in a classroom. Dr. Chelsea had joined in and turned out to have a very large freaky side when she unbuttoned. She'd fucked J.D. loudly and enthusiastically in her on-campus office on several occasions, once having one of her students, who she'd caught cheating, join in while the student's boyfriend watched helplessly. According to J.D., she had a dirty mouth and a dirty mind, driving him wild with her filthy talk and ideas for new ways to take his black cock.
And now, Ashlee had gotten an invitation to join them. She still couldn't imagine the stern Dr. Chelsea cutting loose, and she began to get wet thinking of having the college's meanest professor eating her out while J.D. gave it to her from behind.
Ashlee leaned over and again dropped her head into J.D.'s lap for another round. The last thing she saw before pouncing on his black cock was the woman, still driving along side them, eyes wide as she watched.
**
Dr. Chelsea handed out glasses of wine to her five friends, sitting in various seats arranged in a circle in her living room.
"Thank you all for coming," she said.
The women all nodded. They were all in their 30s or early 40s, all white, still fit and attractive for their ages.
"Ladies, you all seem to have a similar problem. Each of you has confided in me, and, since you've all said basically the same thing, I think I can share what you said. You've all told me that you're somewhat dissatisfied with your sex lives. Things have gotten stale with your husbands, and he's been less and less able to satisfy you."
Several of the women crossed their legs, clearly uncomfortable. A few nodded self-consciously.
"So, is this a support group?" asked Ellen, one of the women. She was particularly hesitant to discuss this subject, given what she saw on the drive here.
"Not quite," said Dr. Chelsea. "I'm going to give you more than just support."
The women laughed nervously.
"You've all noticed at some point recently, that I've seemed different lately. Some of you said I seemed more energetic or full of life. One or two of you guessed that I was getting some again. And you were right."
A chorus of surprised "oh"s filled the room.
I've got a friend who was able to show me things and make me feel things I never thought were possible," she said. "Check your phones."
The women took out their phones and gasped, one at a time. Dr. Chelsea had sent them a photo of J.D.'s erect penis, which she'd taken at one of his recent visits to her office, before she put it in her mouth and rewarded him for having such a magnificently huge black cock.
"That's not real," said one woman.
Ellen thought of the black man she saw getting a blowjob from a pretty white girl on her drive over here and felt a shudder go through her.
"Oh, it's real," said Dr. Chelesa. "He's real. He's insatiable, and he's looking to take care of as many white women as he can. He particularly enjoys white women who have serious relationships with white guys."
The women murmured amongst themselves.
"So, you want us to ..."
"...to get fucked by my new boyfriend," said Dr. Chelsea. "Yes. He'll enjoy it. I know for a FACT you'll enjoy it. It'll be fun for everyone."
At that point, Dr. Chelsea's doorbell rang and she went to answer the door. She frowned when she saw Ashlee standing next to J.D.
"Oh," she said. "I should have been more specific. When I said to bring friends, I kind of meant ... I meant some male friends, who could help you out."
