Deon sat on the front stoop of the rundown apartment building smoking a cigarette and waiting for his friends to get there so they could discuss the plan for that night. Deon, at 5'5" and 135 pounds soaking wet, had recently been released from prison for armed robbery and was lucky to have found a room in this rundown shithole apartment building. As soon as he was released, he made contact with his friends, Jimmy, Leonard and Robert to let them know that he was ready to go back to work. Their idea of work was breaking and entering, muggings, armed robbery and car theft. And the gang needed Dean, who they nicknamed 'The Eel' to slide through basement windows, ductwork and sky lights where the others couldn't fit.
Once everyone had arrived, they walked down the street and talked about the plan. The four young black men made an interesting picture. Three of them were over six feet tall and over 200 pounds, most of it muscle, and little Leon appeared to be the runt of the bunch. Deon and Leonard were both 22 years old and had known each other since they both dropped out of school after the eighth grade. Jimmy was two years older and Robert was about 30, but no one really knew.
Robert said, "So we meet at 7:30 behind the liquor store. Len, you and Jimmy lift 'The Eel up through the window above the back door and I'll keep watch out front. Deon, once you're inside, unlock the door for Len, and then wait for Jimmy to get around front. When you hear me yell 'Hands up mothrefuckers!' you guys step in from the back. Make sure we all have our masks and caps on. After we get the money, we split up outside the front door and meet back at Deon's place in 20 minutes. And whatever you do, make sure you're not followed. The usual split - 30% for the three of us and Deon, you get your usual 10%. Any questions?"
There were no questions, and the gang split up and headed off. A few hours later, they all met and walked to the liquor store. Deon squeezed through the window and unlocked the door letting Leonard in, according to the plan and Jimmy walked to the front. The plan went off without a hitch, and by 8:00, the four of them were sitting around Deon's kitchen table. "Well," Robert said, it's a pretty decent haul. Looks like about $2,200." He handed Deon his share, $220, split the rest and told them he would be in touch. After the others left, Deon caught a bus to different liquor store to get a bottle of Jack to celebrate. After buying the bottle, he was still feeling the adrenalin rush from the robbery when he left the store. He saw a hot looking older woman, who was a couple of inches taller than him and wearing a short summer dress, coming in so he said, "Hey Baby. Wanna share my bottle with me?"
She turned the other way and mumbled something that he didn't hear and walked inside. 'Well, fuck me," he thought to himself. "The nerve of that stuck up bitch. She didn't even acknowledge me. I'll show that bitch.'
He looked back in to the store and noticed that she was looking towards the back of the store so he climbed in between the second and third row of seats of her minivan. H took a healthy swig of his Jack and waited. A few minutes later, the woman was back in the van and heading home. When she left the van in the driveway and went in to her house, Deon 'The Eel' slithered out of her van and on to the driveway. He looked across the street and saw the edge of a park with a bench facing her house, so he took his bottle, crossed the street and sat to devise a plan to show the snooty bitch that was too good to speak to him.
Inside the house, Jenny opened the Bacardi and mixed a strong rum & Coke. She sat at the kitchen table and drank it pretty quickly and then made another. She thought to herself, 'After three years dating that piece of shit, I find out he's been screwing his secretary the whole time. What an idiot I've been.' She was finished with her second drink so she mixed a third. 'I should have guessed it before now. After all, the little bitch is only 28 and even I have to admit that she is pretty hot. It's tough for us older women to compete with that.'
Jenny may have been 44, but she was a damn good looking 44 year-old. She was 5'8" tall, weighed 145 pounds and had respectable 38-26-39 measurements with a still perky C cup. She had dishwater blond hair and pretty blue eyes. Not only that, she made a decent income as a supervisor in one of the local manufacturing companies. As she picked up her third drink, she started for the porch to enjoy the evening and her drink.
Across the street, Deon had devised a plan. He was just going to break in a rape the bitch. That would show her. As he was almost on the other side of the street, a car raced around the corner and when Deon jumped to get out of the way, he stumbled against the curb and fell, breaking his bottle and getting a few minor cuts on his hands and arms. Jenny had just walked on to her porch and witnessed the entire thing. She sat down her drink and raced to the curb. As Deon was rolling over to stand up, he saw her running towards him, so he decided to stay down. Jenny kneeled down and put her hand on his bloody arm and asked, "Are you OK, mister? I'll go call an ambulance if you want."
"No. No," Deon said. "I'll be OK." From his vantage point, he could see right up her dress to her white panties.
Jenny helped him up and said, "Let me help you up to my porch. You can sit there and I will wash off your cuts before they get infected. My name is Jenny, by the way" So she leaned down and as she was helping him to her porch, he told her his name was Deon. She sat him on the wicker loveseat. "I'll be right back," she said. When Jenny returned, she scrubbed his cuts and applied first aid cream. As she was working on his arm, she noticed a huge bulge in his shorts. 'Oh shit!' she thought. 'That can't be his cock. It must be almost a foot long. It almost reaches his knee.' She noticed that her nipples were getting hard. She thought, 'It's not cold out here tonight. Surely it's not the sight of his bulge that got my nipples hard.'
Deon also noticed that her nipples were hard. Her summer dress wasn't that thick and her bra couldn't hide them. That made his cock grow even harder. He saw that she was looking at his cock so he shifted in his seat so his shorts would ride up his legs a few inches. Eventually his cock head peaked out from the bottom of his shorts. Jenny took a sharp breath. She was flustered when she said, "Uh . . uh . .s-s-sir . . I think y-your . . . " She stopped and pointed at his cock. Deon smiled and said, "I'm sorry Maam. Sometimes I have trouble controlling him when I'm near a beautiful woman."
"Come on now," Jenny said. "I'm old enough to be your mother. Don't kid a kidder."
"I'm not kidding," he said. "You're really hot and I can't help it. It's actually pretty uncomfortable straining at my shorts like that. If I wasn't sitting on your front porch, I could take it out and relieve myself."
Feeling kind of guilty, since she was the cause of Leon's dilemma, she said, "W-why don't y-you come on inside then. You can take care of your . . . uh . . your uh . . p-problem in the kitchen. I'll stay in the living room until you're done."
"Well, Maam," he said, as they entered the house, " it would probably go much quicker if you sat next to me and watched."
"W-well . . I . .I . .d-don't think th-that would be a g-good idea," she muttered.
"Oh, come on," he commanded, as he grabbed her hand and led her to her kitchen.
Jenny didn't fight him and she was starting to wonder whether it was because she really did want to see his cock or if she was afraid to say 'no' to this black man. When they reached the kitchen, Deon saw the bottle of rum and said, "Why don't you make us each a big drink and I'll get ready to relieve myself."
"OK," she said obediently. When the drinks were ready, she saw that Deon had removed his shorts and was stroking the biggest blackest cock she had ever seen. "How . . how b-big . . . is it?" she asked.
Deon laughed and said, "11 ½ inches. Wanna touch it? It won't bite. I promise"
Deon could tell that she was getting hot. Her nipples were stretching her bra and she couldn't take her eyes off his cock. He reached over and took her hand and placed it on his cock without noticing any resistance from Jenny. He started her pumping it up and down and she soon got the hang of it so he removed his hand and laid it on her breast. Jenny was so enamored with his cock that she didn't pay any attention to his hand on her breast. He began unbuttoning her dress and said to her, "You can kiss it if you want."
"No. No, I couldn't do that Deon. I don't even know you and I've gone too far already." But she couldn't take her eyes off his wonderful big black cock. Deon put his other hand on the back of her head and slowly began massaging her hair and began to gently push her head lower. Her lips were now only an inch from the head of his cock. She could smell his musty smell and continued to be mesmerized by his cock. Finally she opened her mouth and took in the head of his cock. She felt so wanton and delirious. Her mouth slid further down his cock and she began to lick and suck him. After a few minutes, Deon shot a massive load down her Jenny's throat. She started to gag and choke, but eventually was able to get it all down.
When she sat back up, she was embarrassed and said, "I'm s-sorry. I d-d-don't know what c-came over me. I just couldn't s-stop myself." Deon laughed and pulled her to him and kissed her. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth he finished unbuttoning her dress and reached around and unfastened her bra. She knew she should stop him, but thought that she couldn't deny whatever this black man wanted of her. He continued kissing her and removed the rest of her clothes. Then he lifted her and carried her into the living room and gently laid her on the floor. He reached his hand between her legs and stuck a finger in her wet pussy. She moaned, and Deon inserted another finger and began fingering her wet hole. He looked into her eyes and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Please make love to me Deon," she begged.
"I don't make love, bitch. I fuck. So tell me what you want."
