Suburban Bliss Ch 04

Suburban Bliss

Chapter 4 -- Family Picnic

As I sat in my usual spot for Sunday services, I couldn't help but smile. The priest had chosen a sermon about excess and gluttony, and I kept stealing glances as Monica, beside me as always in her lovely white dress and heels. She was biting her lip as she caught my eye and gave me that look. I was trying to be a devout Southern Baptist, and she kept tilting her head, widening her eyes, and beaming the most inappropriate thoughts into my head.

'Oh gosh and Golly, Sammy. I certainly hope you're paying attention. Let that be a lesson to you for being such a hog when it comes to things like gagging on big black cocks, slurping up puddles of steaming African spunk, or eating load after load of pearly white fuck-sugar from my gaping pink asshole, you absolute sinner.' You know. Those kinds of thoughts.

I didn't feel the least bit guilty, and neither did she. After her first butt blasting from the gorgeous Coach Simms, I picked her up the very next day for a wicked little trip to the sex shop on the other side of town. We were both in dark glasses, wide brimmed hats, and trench coats to hide our shame as we entered the den of depravity and made straight for the toys. I couldn't just go on fist fucking her after all. My best friend deserved a big black cock, even if I had to find the biggest rubber lover in the whole place and strap it on myself.

Butt plugs, anal beads, four-foot-long double ended pleasure givers, and all manner of delicious depravity was ours for purchase, and as we giggled like schoolgirls, we went over the toys with wicked delight, sharing in ways that we had never dared before, but always secretly wanted.

I held up an 18-inch black cock for her, winking as I noted the reinforced brass buckles and sturdy leather straps, letting it sink into her that the next time she saw it, I would be hammering it in and out of her butthole and making her my bitch. She struck back at me as she dangled a bright pink ball gag before my eyes, along with a tear shaped ass-plug the size of a grown man's fist, attached to a remote that controlled the speed and intensity of its vibration. She intended to torture me, making me wear it at family dinners with the remote set high in her purse. GOD! I fucking love her.

On our little day trip we were introduced to Roxie, a plump bottomed blonde with dimples, watermelon titties, and freckles in all the right places. She had one of those cute little nose rings through the center of her septum, like a hot little heifer waiting to be milked. She certainly had the udders for it.

I knew Roxie from my school days, though we had never been close. I'm a little ashamed to say it now, but I was upper middle class and she lived in a trailer on the less affluent side of town. She still had the same cute little feathered bob cut that suited her platinum blonde hair so well, and she was wearing a tight fit white tank top that barely contained her jiggly milkers; the words 'Cock Tease' printed across the front, straining against those tits. She was shoehorned into a tiny pair of low rider jeans too, with her tummy peaking and a second piercing through her naval. I was happy to see she was doing well for herself; it was her place after all. I was a little nervous she may recognize me and start rumors.

As I drifted back to the church, Father Mathis growled on and on about how the modern world was full of temptation and we had to be strong to deny our urges. Monica held my hand in hers, our fingers laced together and my thumb circling in her palm, making love with her where nobody could see. I kept getting whiffs of her perfume, and the heat coming off her body was bringing me to an inner boil.

Such a brat. She kept smiling at me and crossing her eyes, sticking out her tongue so only I could see. I had to bite the inside of my cheek more than once to keep from losing it, but I was loving our bond. I could still taste her on my lips, sneaking off together to the ladies' room before service to steal a wicked kiss. I fed her my spit and she fed it back to me, then back again, and again as we groaned like whores in the church bathroom.

I thought back again to Roxie, and the way she looked at us as she helped us pick out naughty toys, obviously intending to use them on one another. She kept grinning wickedly and checking us out like she was more than a little interested in being our third. If I'm being entirely honest, I liked the way she was checking me out. More than once she reached out to run her fingers over my hip, and I never once pulled away.

Monica and I are soul mates, and since I started sharing my black cock lust with her, my feelings for her had only grown. I loved my husband when I married him, and I adore my son and daughter. I would give it all away tomorrow to be stranded on an island with Monica for the rest of my life. Of course, if we're making wishes, no reason that island can't be populated by a tribe of seven-foot-tall black fuck monsters, and Roxie would be welcome to come along. I mean, if we're wishing.

As the sermon finished, Harold, Pete, Monica, and I stood to say our goodbyes and shake hands with neighbors and other members of the church. We finished our pleasantries and set to leave as Pete and Harold talked about sports and Monica and I walked arm in arm out into the parking area. She reached into her purse, and almost at once my eyes shot wide open. The egg in my butthole came alive and I gave her a wicked stare. Dirty fucking BRAT!

"Harold. Could you get a ride home with Pete." Monica said, turning to our husbands as they approached us. "I'm starved, and Sam owes me a lunch date. I'd like to get in some shopping as well if we can find a good place. Jenna and Carlie are coming home for the weekend, and I wanna have gifts on hand."

I'd all but forgotten about my daughter's impending visit. She was finishing her first year at St. Anthony's and looking forward to having a nice relaxing weekend at home before taking off with her friends on vacation. Carlie is Monica's daughter. The pair are basically younger versions of the two of us, a perky blonde debutante and a dark-haired little vixen. The girls take the same classes together, share a dorm room, and even played on the volleyball squad together. I had to wonder if Carlie and my Jenna had secrets like Monica and I.

The men didn't mind sharing a ride home. They planned on watching the Sunday game together in Harold's man cave anyway, so releasing the keys to his truck didn't bother Pete in the slightest. As Monica claimed them, she tugged me along and we set off for a perfectly innocent girls' day out. I swear, if I didn't get my tongue in her pussy soon, I was going to have a fit.

"Well?" I asked as I scooted into the passenger's seat and gave Monica an impatient look.

"Well, what?" She asked, wide eyed and confused.

"Are you gonna fucking turn it off, you Bitch!?" I demanded.

"Oh, Shoot! Sorry." She blushed as she reached into her purse with a giggle, settling down the egg in my bottom. I wasn't allowed to touch it myself. She'd put it there, and only she could take it out. Rules are rules after all.

"We're not going shopping, are we?" I asked, grinning over at her as we pulled away from the church. "You've got that wicked grin on your lips. I can tell when the wheels of that dirty mind are spinning."

You will recall, dear reader. When this all began, I felt conflicted about what the boys had done with me in my home, how they had forced themselves on me and broken my body with their relentless lust; depraved acts that left me both broken and disheartened. If you remember, I was flustered, unsure, and at ends with myself over what I had done and my loyalties to my husband, son, and daughter. Apparently, I was alone in that experience.

After finding me getting gangbanged in Wembley park, and the ridiculously depraved threesome we had later that day with Coach Eli Simms, Monica had given herself over entirely to her most primal desires. Black Cock had flipped some switch inside her from housewife to whore and for her there was no turning back. I was lucky to be along for the ride.

Every chance she got she cornered me in private and kissed me, pulling me along to cheap motels along the interstate where she and I could wrestle naked in some filthy bed, phoning one or more of the boys from Scotty's ball team to come and join us, to bring those big black cocks and ruin us like mewling whores. Soaked in cum, pussies and buttholes drooling with seed, gangbangs, four ways, or just her and I concentrating on some lucky black bull. She couldn't get enough, and any sense of guilt or shame I felt in the beginning had melted away as she ate cum from my gaping asshole.

As we left behind the watchful eyes of suburbia and drove across town I began to relax, kicking off my shoes and scooching closer to my bestie, bringing one knee up onto the seat as I stole a long lick up the side of her neck. I eased my hand along the inside of her thigh, tenderly teasing her stocking tops and growing nearer to her moist little pussy. We were both shaved bald by now, the slippery thrill of naked peaches so much more intense.

We came to a red light, and she turned into me, groaning as we kissed hard, tongues wrestling, and our bodies pancaked together. She slid an arm around me and up the back of my thigh, under my dress and over my arched bottom. I had on lace panties, and I let out a groan of pleasure as she pressed her fingers between my cheeks, right over my tight little asshole. The plug inside me was stretching my inner walls and poking out just a little. As I sucked the spit from her tongue, she twirled her finger around the tiny protrusion of my toy, pressing on it and driving me stupid with pleasure.

"I had a nice chat with Roxanne," She told me as she pulled away from our kiss. "after we had our little trip to the toy store." Turns out she's close with our naughty Coach Eli. In fact, the two of them are kind of an item."

"Bullshit!" I gasped, smiling from ear to ear, my mouth wide open in shock. She just nodded, grinning wickedly.

"Apparently there are no secrets between them, and she wanted to compliment me on being a... how did she put it?" She trailed off, as if trying to remember. The whole time I was on the edge of my seat, ready to burst as I imagined that gorgeous blonde bouncing like a bunny on huge black cock. "Black cock fuck-whore." Monica grinned. "Yes. I think that was the term. She said Eli came home to her wet after he was with us, and she got a good taste of our creamy slut-sauce on his big black daddy dick. She certainly has a way with words."

I felt like I was going to die, falling back into my seat in uncontrollable laughter as I realized just how tiny our small town really was. Not only that, but by the sound of things, Roxie wasn't jealous of what we'd done with her man in the slightest. I certainly felt her there. I cherished and loved every gorgeous young black stud on the basketball team, but the thought of them screwing around with other women made me hot as hell. I was just happy to be one of the many bunnies they played with.

"Roxie and I got to talking, and she invited us over for a nice cozy backyard bar-b-que. The Coach is having all the boys over to celebrate their last year at Whitney High, and several of the boys from the college are going to be there as well. She asked if we wouldn't mind stopping by, to help her entertain. So many boys to feed, I'm sure she has her hands full."

I was so excited I felt like I was gonna pop, pulling my phone out of my purse and texting Harold that we would be out much longer than we'd planned. There was a sale in Oliver County we just couldn't miss, and that meant a good three hour round trip plus shopping time, then lunch of course. We could be hours in fact, so he should plan on heating up leftover meatloaf and going to bed without me.

We stopped at the local grocery store to pick up a huge bin of potato salad, bread pudding, and enough corn on the cob to feed an army before we made our way down the dusty back road to Roxie's place. She lived well outside of town, in a cozy little double wide trailer parked just off the river. It was rustic, secluded, and surrounded by over a mile of dense forest on all sides. Nice and private.

As we pulled up, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Heaven as it turns out is entirely populated by towering young black studs, all smiling brightly as they parted ways to let us in and park.

The boys drew near as we emerged from Pete's truck, hands all over us as they pawed and groped our bodies..

My sexy Paul instantly relieved me of the huge bin of potato salad I was carrying, and Will was so polite as he took the bread pudding from Monica with a playful little grin. I smiled as Jay came up and took my arm in his to escort me to greet the lady of the house. As I walked, my handsome young Tyce trotted up to my other side. He grinned down at me as he openly molested my pretty ass through my Sunday dress.

Out front of Roxie's trailer were several old picnic tables, crowded with young virile African pride. I counted maybe thirty boys in all, several I had never met. They were all checking Monica and I out intently as we were led past them to the trailer. Coach Simms smiled as he caught my eye, standing off to the side with a few of my special boys, instructing them on their form as they stood before an old, rusted basketball goal at the end of a dirt court. He winked at me, and I blushed from head to toe.

Monica and I climbed up onto the weather-worn deck past a smoking bar-b-que grill loaded with roasting burgers. We were led into the trailer where we found Roxie in her cute little kitchenette. She was standing over a metal pot of baked beans, stirring with a wooden spoon, her gorgeous body clad in a pair of jean shorts cut so tiny that half her big bottom spilled out on display. She wore her trademark 'Cock Tease' tank top and went barefoot. There's something about a country girl that's just so sexy.

Roxie squealed as she saw us, motioning Tyce over and handing him the spoon to take her place as she assaulted us both with titty smashing hugs and very flirty hands. She was right in my face, nose nearly touching my own as she held me close, molding my ass with her fingers and giving me a depraved little lip licking grin. She caught me off guard when she kissed me, but I melted into her, and just like that our tongues were wrestling like lovers.

"Y'all have got to change out of them pretty Sunday things." Roxie said. She took a step back and looked us up and down, very pretty, but so conservative and out of place. "We don't mind getting a little dirty down here. I got some things you can wear in my bedroom. Come on."

She took our hands and pulled us along, leaving the boys to handle the food. As we followed our hostess, Monica and I felt like young girls again, invited over to a friend's house to play dress up and gossip. We were all giggling as Roxie led us right into her bedroom, overjoyed to have us in her home. I couldn't help but stare as she went to her dresser and bent over to find us proper country girl attire. That apple shaped ass, those firm sculpted legs, tiny feet, and pale skin with those darling freckles. I couldn't stop fucking her with my eyes.

She turned and bounced up to me, pushing a cute little spaghetti strap tank top into my hands along with a tight pair of peach colored canvas shorts. Monica was given a sexy little blue sundress cut short and sassy with laces up top. Once she had gifted us appropriate picnic wear, she took a step back, hands on hips and watching us with an evil smile.

I had no intention of being embarrassed in front of my gorgeous hostess, so I turned to let Monica unzip me as I wriggled my dress down and reached back to unhook my bra. Roxie was all eyes as I slipped it off and lifted my big tits up for her appraisal. She bit her lip as I stepped out of my dress and put one foot up on her bed, rolling my stockings down one by one, taking my time and letting her enjoy the show.

"No panties in my house, Darlin." Roxie purred as she stepped up behind me. "Let me help you with those." I felt her hands at my hips, fingers easing under the material of my bottoms and gently drawing them down over my hips. I arched my back for her, glancing over my shoulder and smiling as she squatted down behind me to get a good look at my bare booty as it came into view. I heard her groan when she saw the tip of my butt-plug sticking out. She growled, and then I felt her lips around the toy, pressed hard into my puffy anal-ring as she closed her eyes and enjoyed me. She'd already kissed me on my lips. No reason not to cover both ends.

Monica stripped down as well, and circled around me, cupping her hand at my cheek and pressing her tits into mine as she opened her lips and gave me her tongue. I reached around her, eyes closed and groaning as Roxie closed her teeth around the butt-plug and tugged at it, allowing it to pop back into place as she pulled it halfway out and released. I felt her eyes on my asshole, watching it puff and pucker before she returned to kissing, licking, and twirling her tongue around my toy.

"Let me help you with that." Monica spoke to Roxie as she squatted down in front of me, hands exploring the outside of my hips as she opened her mouth around my quivering pussy. I groaned, eaten alive at both ends as they stroked me, teased me, and ran their hands all over my naked skin.

I whimpered as I felt Monica slide her hand under me, twisting my butt-plug in her fingers and pulling it out nice and slow. The absolute instant it popped free of my ass, Roxie invaded me with her tongue, diving between my buns and probing my hole deep, her tongue like a tiny dick stabbing in and out of my very needy butt. I felt her fingers dig into the meat of my cheeks, a groan of desire vibrating in my core as she openly ate my ass.

"Mmmmmm. Sweet as you are..." Roxie purred, drawing the flat of her tongue up across my asshole and along my crack, right up to my tailbone. "I'm hungry for some of them burgers." She giggled, rising behind me and kissing my bare shoulder from behind. Monica joined her, rolling her tits with my own as they sandwiched me between them. "I got me a picnic to host after all, and you ladies need to help me entertain them rowdy boys or they're likely to wreck the place."

Monica and I nodded, and at Roxie's direction we started to get dressed. More than once I had to pause as she reached out for me, my hands roaming from her pretty body to Monica's and Monica doing just as much grab assing as the rest of us. By the time we were done, we looked fit to fuck. It's funny how sexy clothes can make you look even more naughty than being butt ass naked.

The boys lost their minds as Roxie led us out of the trailer and down toward the picnic tables. My shorts were glued to my curvy booty like a second skin, and Monica's dress kept rising up in the breeze and revealing her beautiful bare pussy and ass. As we worked together to carry food out to the boys they whistled and hooted at us, some of them groping their crotches, and others just hauling out their big black cocks and jerking for us, showing off like dirty boys like to do.

I couldn't stop smiling as I served my cuties, leaning over them and letting them press their smiling faces up against my juicy tits. One by one I sat a plate down, overflowing with food for my big strong studs, and as I supplied them all with burgers and yum yums they ran their hands up the back of my thighs, between my legs, tracing the contours of my canvas clad ass and molding my fat pussy with their fingers through the material.

I glanced across the table at Monica, her eyes closed and purring with a big grin on her lips. Her dress had fallen down off one shoulder, one of her tits naked and on display as one of the boys latched on like a hungry baby, slurping and gobbling her nipple as she coddled the back of his head and sat down a burger to have with his milk.