The Seduction of Lori -- Part 10
Lori woke up first -- a little disoriented, sandwiched between Ryan and her husband, both of whom were snoring lightly.. all three of them naked as the day they were born. She stared at the dark skin on Ryan's back, his short black hair trimmed closely against the back of his head. She felt Duane's penis pressed against her ass.
She stared at Ryan's kinky black hair and leaned forward, kissing his neck...He groaned and rolled away from her, allowing her to slide down and off the bed. She looked back at the two men that had ravaged her the night before -- so different in appearance and yet so alike in many ways... Ryan, lean and dark with the muscle of youth and Duane, pale and somewhat softer, with bigger arms and thicker legs.
Once off the bed, she leaned over and kissed Duane's cheek and was treated to the same rollover. She giggled as she watched the two men, now sans wife, almost close enough to touch one another -- she was tempted to take a picture of them laying side by side but it was a little too weird, even under the circumstances.
Lori padded into the bathroom and peed -- she was sore and ached all over but in a good way. Duane had been especially rough on her breasts as Ryan ate her pussy -- she was so filled and raw -- she ran a shower to rinse the sex off of her..Her juices, her husband's, Ryan's... When she stepped out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror...a bite mark here, a rash there... She looked down at her legs with some amusement, seeing a line of tiny purple nibble marks where Ryan teased his way up her inner thighs with his teeth and tongue.. She shuddered at the memory of it.
When she came out of the shower into the bedroom, Lori brought two fresh towels for the men, HER men -- hoping they would get the hint to shower before coming out of the bedroom. Both men had shifted...Duane on his stomach and Ryan on his back, his black cock, flaccid and hanging down his thigh. Lori wanted to reach out and grab it, suck on it and wake him up in some delicious way. But she changed her mind, instead, tying a white robe over her damp body and walked quietly into the kitchen.
Lori prepared a pot of coffee and took out a cutting board to dice up some fresh fruit for when everyone was awake... Once the coffee brewed, she poured a cup and then turned a kitchen chair the opposite way to allow her to sit facing the sun beaming in the kitchen door. She wrapped the robe loosely around her waist and held the coffee cup with both hands and began to sip at the warm liquid. She pulled her right leg up and placed the bottom of her foot against the chair seat and leaned back.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw their next door neighbor appear in her sight through the kitchen door as he came out of his shed to weed and tend to his garden. Mr. Staley LOVED his garden -- it was his refuge, his sanctuary away from his crazy ass wife -- the town gossip. Duane and Lori learned early on to not tell Edna Staley ANYTHING, lest it be blasted throughout the neighborhood, often amplified and distorted to some sick half truth. God, if she only knew what had happened here last night! She would have a field day with the shenanigans of the Tolles family -- a god damned interracial orgy, I tell ya! Poor Duane had his wife defiled and raped by some black man who broke into their house, tied up Duane and had his way with sweet innocent Lori! So evil he was that she was probably pregnant already with six of the black bastard's children!!
Lori started giggling at her own version of Edna's story -- my god, it would be front page news! Still, Edna had to wonder about the car in the driveway...Who was he? Why was he there? It wasn't the sort of car that decent people in their neighborhood drove...the car alone would get the townsfolk cackling.
She saw Mr. Staley look toward the front of her house as though he was reading her mind and then toward the back door Lori was staring out of. Even though she was sure he couldn't see her, she lowered her leg off the chair for decency.
"Crazy old goat," she said to herself, "He probably gets off sucking Edna's shriveled pointy old tits on Saturday nights until she cums in a dust cloud between her legs..." And just as that vision entered Lori's brain, she laughed hysterically at her own joke. "I must be losing my mind," she thought to herself.. "such depravity!"
She continued to sip the sweet Columbian nectar, wondering if Columbian men were as dark as Ryan or as big... She shook her head, trying to wipe the thought out of her mind, but soon realized it was a lost cause. She was intrigued and infatuated with black cock... Lori threw her head back and looked at the ceiling -- she thought about the night before and how FULL she felt with Ryan's cock deep inside her -- then CUMMING inside her...
Ugh, that was a problem -- Ryan came inside her! Twice? Three times? God, she lost track -- I mean, after the first time, it didn't really matter how many times he came, but maybe it did...maybe the first time was a warning shot, the second, an accumulation of sperm and the third time, the charm -- the sure kicker baby maker...! Instinctively, she reached inside her robe and placed a hand on her stomach -- was she pregnant? She rubbed the soft skin there and wondered... Duane wasn't the problem -- his vasectomy had killed off his swimmers -- but Ryan? Ryan was a breeder, a fucking baby making machine, she was sure about that. His sperm were world class Olympic swimmers -- his family depended on it. She had felt the blast of his cum inside her..It wasn't a dribble... it was a fire hose of cum.
Lori rubbed her body harder - trying to imagine and feel the baby growing inside her... Impossible? Not likely -- but impossible? NO...it was possible. Her hands probing her stomach, her fingers dropping down between her thighs, touching herself the way that she used to masturbate when she and Duane used to look at porn when they first married. As her fingertips probed her clit, she moaned..."Such a slut I am" she said in her Obi-Won Ken obi accent.
Mr.. Staley disappeared from site as he headed to the front of his home -- Lori wondered if he was checking out Ryan's car and curiosity got the better of her, so she walked to the front of their home and peered out the front curtain. Sure enough, old man Staley was over in their driveway, peering into the front seat of Ryan's car. She wondered herself if Ryan was a clean freak or a slob -- she guessed somewhere in between - did he have sex toys in his car? Toys?
Lori tied her robe tightly against her body and opened the front door to confront Staley -- if he asked, she would say she was getting the paper. As he heard the door opening, Staley jumped backward into his own yard -- no small feat for a man of his age who smelled of garlic and onions. Lifting his eyes to the Tolle's front door, he scowled upon seeing Lori in just a robe.
"Morning, Mr. Staley" Lori called out cheerfully.. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Staley waved and asked about the car..."you guys get a little puddle jumper? It's sort of beat up...Is it mechanically sound?"
Lori grimaced at Staley's assessment of Ryan's car -- yes, it wasn't new or expensive, but it was STURDY transportation and she took offense at the neighbor's comments.
"It's our friend's car -- he stayed the night."
Staley's hairy eyebrows shot up at Lori's comment about the sleepover but he didn't say anything. Lori smiled thinly at his discomfort and pulled her robe more tightly around herself. "Asshole" she thought.
"Do you mind?" she asked.
"Mind? Mind what?" Staley asked.
"My paper, please -- I came out for my newspaper."
Staley looked at her with shocked surprise and then reached down and handed Lori the newspaper at the end of the driveway. She thanked him and turned, retreating back into the house with a wide grin on her face.
Staley scowled at her back and turned and went into his own home to tell Edna the latest gossip.
