I'm sitting in my car next to Harold McCarthy who is driving me home because I am still stoned. I am also spaced out and in a zone, happily having just been fucked individually and ganged by seven well hung black men. I am a slut and happy about it. But Harold is driving too fast.
Harold McCarthy
"Watch it. You nearly ran that stop sign."
"Jesus. I didn't nearly hit nothing." Mrs. Huffman is the fucking biggest pain in the ass. It don't matter what I do, she says it's wrong. Except fucking. She's ok with my fucking her. Never complains about that. Right now, we're heading back to her condo where I am going to fuck her in the ass. And then I'm gonna fuck her straight. And then she'll blow me. After that, I'll blow her. Then we'll do a little sixty-nine. And then I am going to fuck her ass again. I found her dildo and vibrator yesterday, and I'll figure out a way to use them too. I got it all planned out.
You know why she tells me to watch out? Because she don't want to admit that she loves my prick. She wants it. She craves it. Look at her. She's sitting back in her chair and she's got this big smile on her face. "You thinkin' about getting my cock in your ass?" I ask her.
"I'm thinkin' about the cocks I just had in my cunt and mouth and hands."
See, she won't admit how much she loves my cock. But just wait until we get to her place.
Mrs. Huffman is now a certified slut. Three months ago, she hadn't had a prick in her cunt or even in her mouth (and for sure not in her ass) for three years. The first time I saw her, when she walked into my junior year English class at Holy Mother of God high school, I spotted her for the slut she was. It took me two years for her to give it up to us, and then three more months after that until she finally admitted it, admitted it that she was a slut.
"You know, teach, I always wanted to fuck you in our classroom."
"Every classroom in that school has a statue of Jesus being crucified hanging on the wall."
"Hey, it's a statue. It can't see nothin'."
"No, but it's still sort of a downer, isn't it?"
"It wasn't a downer to us. Three quarters of the class had hard ons when you was walkin' around in the class there with those tight skirts showing off your ass all the time."
"Do you know, Harold, that I have never heard you speak about any subject other than sex."
She's got these great legs. I mean, really great legs. Right now, she's got them spread out way up on the dashboard. It's fuckin' sexy as hell. Her calves are a pleasure to look at. And her thighs are the nastiest, long and strong and so sexy. I want to stop the car right now and stick my face between her legs just to get a good whiff of her musky cunt smell. Even before she admitted she was a slut, I could always smell her pussy, even in the class, even when she was talkin' about commas and participles or whatever. "Mrs. Huffman, I wish I could put my face up against your hairy cunt and taste your cunt right now."
"See."
"What?"
"Sex, it's the only subject you know."
"Duh." Look at her. She's looking out the window. There's nothing to see there but a bunch of trees and stuff and she's got a big smile on her face. You don't think she's thinking about fucking?
MaryJane Huffman
I can't stand Harold. As I've told him a million times, he is a rude, dirty, and unpleasant young man. But the thing is, I don't know why, but he turns me on. I do not like him, but he touches me and I'm ready to go. My juices flow, my clit gets sooo sensitive, my nipples get hard. Fuck, even my mouth begins to water. I am not a desperate old maid. I'm only 31-years-old. I was even married once. And I've just come from having been fucked by seven well-hung, polite, good looking Black men who knew what they were doing and got me to orgasm, I don't know, a hundred times....more....in a couple of hours. But here I am, in my car while Harold drives me to my condo where he will fuck me in the ass and everywhere else too. And, you know what, I am going to cum and cum again after we start.
Harold is the guy who made me learn that I loved to have sex.
He hates it when I say that 'I have had sex.' He says that that's too fancy. He wants me to say that 'I have fucked.' The thing is, I have fucked thirteen different guys (not counting Harold) in the past week, but he is the only one who has had anal sex with me. He somehow got all the other guys I've had sex with to not fuck my ass. I never figured out how he managed to convince them that my ass was exclusively his to fuck. But he did.
I asked him, "How come you're always there? How do you know those guys, I mean Leroy and Marquise and the other guys that I had sex with? What is it with them and you?
Harold McCarthy
There it is. She finally asked.
Really, I shoulda thought this out before. Usually, I got it all planned out how I'll deal with her. I always knew that sooner or later she was going to ask, but I figured that I would come up with a bullshit answer and that she'd be too busy getting her pussy filled to question my answer too much. But I didn't know what I was gonna tell her. Maybe I'd even tell the truth.
I looked over at her. She was still looking out the windows at the trees or whatever and still had that smug smile of a satisfied slut on her face. Fuck it. I'll tell her.
"Mrs. Huffman, you really want to know?"
"Know what?"
She forgot the question already. Her head had moved on to something else, probably thinking about the big dicks she had enjoyed. "You asked how I knew Leroy and Marquise and the other guys." She took her legs down off the dashboard. She had the fucking sexiest legs I ever seen. Long and muscled with just enough padding and a sweet hint of downy hair that you could see if you looked hard enough and that led to, when you got those shorts she was wearing off of her, that sweet hairy cunt of hers. I bet her cunt lips was already opened up and her cunt was wet. She was a slut. "I send 'em the girls that they fuck." There, I told her.
She just looks at me like she don't understand what I just said. "I find the girls for them to fuck."
This time she got this sort of funny look on her face like she was trying to figure out what I said. "Hey," I told her. I was saved by the bell, and by the fact that she was still stoned, "There's your condo. I'll explain everything when we get upstairs." She didn't say anything, just kept looking at me. She still didn't say anything when we got out of the car. She just kept looking at me with that funny look on her face when we went into her building and we got on the elevator. Before, she used to make me walk up the stairs to her apartment so we wouldn't meet any of her neighbors in the elevator. Tell you the truth, I liked it better walking up the stairs. That way I could follow her and watch that beautiful ass of hers swing back and forth. Did I tell you already that Mrs. Huffman had the coolest, hottest, sexiest and most fuckable ass in the whole world? Well, if I didn't tell you yet, believe me, her ass is one in a million. The best! When the guys came down after taking their turn fucking her before, it was the one thing they all said. Everyone of them. They all said about what a fuckin' beautiful ass she had. They loved it. And as soon as the elevator stopped and we got into her apartment, I was going to fuck that ass.
MaryJane Huffman
He's a jerk, but if not for Harold, I'd still be denying that I am a slut. We are in the elevator heading to my apartment now. The car is empty except for us and he's behind me, pressing his cock against my backside with his hands around me holding my stomach. He touches me and I can't think of anything else but my cunt and fucking. So, I brush his hand away. I really don't know anything about him. He was in my English class two years ago when I began teaching at Holy Mother of God High School. He was a lousy student. He was nothing but trouble. But the only thing I really know about him is that he knows how to fuck. Oh, does he? But I am still not sure of how come he is always there when I am having sex, and how did he arrange for those guys to be ready to fuck me at Leroy and Marquise's place?
Harold McCarthy
She had her key out and was getting ready to open her door. "What do you mean, you find the girls for them to fuck?" She opened the door and we walked in."Was I one of those 'girls' you find for them to fuck?" she asked me and shut the door.
But before I had to answer, I had my arms around her and was busy lifting her tee shirt up over her head. While I was doing her tee shirt, she was busy slipping her basketball shorts down her legs. Whatever else, no matter how much she wanted me to answer her question, first she was a slut. Mrs. Huffman is a slut, so, right now, my answer can wait! She wasn't wearing no underwear. Mrs. Huffman was all naked. By now, I had my pants down around my ankles. I was behind her and I pressed my body against hers. My prick was rubbing against the crack of her beautiful round ass. I reached around her and my hand covered her bushy mound.
"I really don't understand about your finding girls for the guys." We were standing in the same spot where we were when we walked in to the apartment. My back was pressing against the door. She had her back to me. I stepped one leg out of my pants. I continued to let my cock move around the smooth globe of her ass. She pressed back against my cock.
I was going to tell her the whole story, but I thought I'd do that later, better do some fucking first. I moved my right hand down to her mound.
My hand was pointing down, My first two fingers were in an upside down "V" to surround that sexy hairy mound of hers. I pinched her mound tight with the sides of my fingers. Meanwhile, with the inside of my knuckle, I pushed against her clit. Get her hot and she's got an oversized clit peeking way out of its sheath. I could feel pussy juice leak from her cunt.