Tyrone was filled with excitement and anticipation. His friends Tom and Sue were having another party to which he was invited. This time it was for New Year's Eve, and was to be held at the lush Hilton Hotel on the edge of town. Finally, another chance to be with Diane, their middle age next door neighbor. Surely she would be there, he thought. Probably her racist husband too. Good, all the better he concluded. He had always been mad at himself for not saying something at Tom and Sue's last party when the old bastard had gotten drunk and started telling black jokes.
He had wanted to see Diane again so badly ever since that night. Like so many times before, he now gave into the power of the memories. He let his mind drift back to the paralyzingly powerful sights and sounds of his sexual encounter with the beautiful, redheaded Diane. The taboo and clandestine nature of their coupling was a powerful lure in itself, but for sure it was Diane and her wonderfully feminine ways that had so occupied his mind ever since.
Yes, it was Diane and her beauty that he went seeking a few months back, driving mindlessly through her neighborhood while hoping to somehow just run up on her without setting the rumor mill in motion among the locals. He so wanted to drive from his mind all memory of the horrible turn of events that took place that day, which resulted in his having been seduced (OK, maybe not entirely) by the neighborhood tramp, Trish Hawkins. The sex had been incredible, but Tyrone hated himself for ever letting it happen, and feared terribly that Diane knew about it.
Diane's soft, lightly freckled hand rested on the phone. Having just hung it up, her hand remained there, without purpose. She stared intently through her kitchen window at the lawn furniture located in the rearmost part of her yard. Like so many other seemingly unrelated happenings, a phone call and a simple party invitation had set her memories of that night in motion. She thought briefly of their first encounter, a sudden and needful act of fellatio, just footsteps away from the party guests in her neighbor's upstairs bathroom. She looked at the glider in her back yard and remembered the coolness of its metal against her bare breasts as the dark stranger stood behind her and drove his pelvis forward, over and over. She closed her eyes and saw the chiseled young black man standing upright in the night shadows, holding the older white woman in his arms while she writhed uncontrollably up and down on the man's enormous black cock. She opened her eyes and remembered with a smile his powerful thrusts in and out of her as he reached climax.
Yes, she was going to the party. She would have to play her dumbass husband just right, but she would be there; she had to see him. She would fight the feelings of betrayal knowing now of his being with that bitch across the street. Trish Hawkins couldn't wait to tell Diane about her and Tyrone. After all, Trish was the neighborhood slut. She didn't care who knew just as long as her old man didn't find out. And she had spared no details either, right down to the climatic anal plowing she had received from their well-endowed mutual acquaintance. Quite surprising to Diane, that last little detail had really stuck with her. So much so, more than once over the past several months she allowed herself the pleasure of pushing a couple of fingers past her anal ring, while holding her vibrator to her clit and thinking of Tyrone. She really didn't think that she could take his size back there, but she found it incredibly erotic to fantasize about.
Larry sat at his office desk shuffling papers mindlessly. He looked up long enough to follow Bianca heading down the hall away from him.
"What an incredible ass," he leered to himself. "I wonder what a little brown sugar would be like."
Bianca was new at the company and just like he viewed everyone else who worked there, Larry saw her only to the extent of what he might gain from her. Bianca was so far providing a needed diversion from the boring workday. She even made his shriveled up little dick move every now and then, depending on what she wore and how much bounce she had in her step that day. Truth be known, she already had his middle aged white ass summed up pretty accurately, and wouldn't let the old shit touch her with a ten foot pole.
But Bianca wasn't really what Larry was thinking about now. He kept rolling the New Year's Eve party around in his head. Diane had told him about it last night over dinner and they had decided they would attend. Even though she seemed not to care either way, he had insisted they go. He thought this might be his chance to find out whom his wife of nearly thirty years had been screwing around with. He was convinced Diane was doing the big nasty on a regular basis with somebody other than him.
"Cause she sure ain't doing it with me," he reasoned with himself. "Maybe they will get bold and try to meet up at the party."
The night of the party, as midnight neared.......
With more than a trace of Tyrone's sticky cum still on her lips, Diane tore off the rest of her clothing and positioned herself above her black lover, who was still lying on his back and reeling from his orgasm. With her back to him she lowered her dripping wet pussy lips to the tip of his still erect 10-inch monster cock, until her beautiful red pubic hairs shown against its now shiny head.
"How in the world can he still be rock hard like this after cuming so much from my blowjob?" she asked herself.
