A-Dic-Ed

Becca (as Derrick called her) never thought of being a slut. Let alone enjoying being called one. But as the three big black cocks filled her, throbbing and pounding, she could not recall ever being happier. To be a middle-aged woman, raised in a somewhat restrictive home, the idea was as foreign to her as now being married to a black man. As her body was bombarded with wave after wave of pleasure, her only thought was, she never wanted it to end. What she didn't know was that the four of them were not completely alone. In the hall, peering through the door purposely left ajar was her 24-year-old daughter Rosalee. Utterly entranced by what she was seeing, her mind working hard to comprehend what her eyes were viewing with a pussy that was hotter and wetter than she had ever been!

Her stepfather and two stepbrothers completely dominating her mother and her mother loved it! From the coordination she was watching, it was clear this was not the first time.

Her stepfather, Derrick had both his hands on her mother's head as he slowly used her mouth like a pussy was clearly the man in charge.

"Pound her harder guys, her throat is wide open to me now." "It won't be long before I drop another load in this hot assed slut!"

Marcus responded as he pounded his 9-inch cock in her ass that had been smacked until it was bright red.

"I'm close too Dad! "Think we can all come together?

Chauncey grunted as he pumped up into the most perfect pussy he's ever felt.

"YES, I'm with that!" Let's flood this perfect slut with BBC nut!"

Becca heard them but could only groan deeply with the thick black cock invading her throat again and again.

Rosalee could not help herself and moaned louder than she wanted to as her hand furiously rubbed her clit and she exploded.

The sound was lost to everyone, but Derrick and he looked at the door and smiled.

He pulled back until just the thick head of his cock was in Becca's mouth and said loudly and purposefully.

"Swallow my come beautiful slut and don't you waste a fucking drop!"

Becca never would, she loved it. She craved it. From the first time she tasted it, it was like a drug to her that she would do anything to taste again. When the first spurt hit her tongue, she came hard! Chauncey felt her pussy spasm and pushed his 8 and1/2 inches completely into her and growled.

"Damn, this bitch got me again! Coming deep in this pussy!"

Marcus grabbed Becky's ass tightly working hard to not be pushed out as her ass muscles contracted hard causing his balls to release their contents deep into her bowels. He had no words, just grunts and growls as he pumped until he had nothing left.

On weak legs, Rosalee slowly backed away from the door, doing her best to not alert anyone to her presence. Back in her own room, laying on her stomach face in a pillow, and finger-fucked herself to an orgasm the likes of which she had not before. Her mind raced. Mom and the three men she had come to now call family, fucking! And from the looks of it a regular occurrence! How could she find out how this happened? Even more, her own mind and her body craving it to happen to her? What in the world is going on?

Becca was stretched out on the bed she shared with Derrick, completely satisfied. They were alone as Marcus and Chauncey had since retreated to their own rooms. Derrick kissed her lips, her eyes, her ears and whispered.

"I love you, you sexy Bitch."

Wrapping her in his arms they cuddled together. Feeling her relax in his arms he told his wife, "She saw us. I am certain I heard her come as you were swallowing my seed. Now we wait to see how she responds."

Becca smiled. Five years ago, she never imagined she would be married to Derrick. Now that she was, the thought that she would do anything to keep him, including sharing her daughter with him and her stepsons was blowing her mind. When Derrick told her if she married him, she would know pleasure she had never felt, she thought it was just guy talk. Men always liked to brag a bit about their sexual prowess. Derrick's statement could not have been more spot on. Not only did he please her in ways she had not imagined, but he also opened her to experiences she never dreamed of having.

But hey, I bet you are wondering how all this started.

There was an instant attraction the first time they saw each other. It was six years ago at a company party. Derrick had been widowed for two years, having lost his wife Meri to an illness. Their sons, Marcus and Chauncey took it very hard, and both decided to enlist after college to give themselves a fresh start. Derrick, while not liking them leaving, understood their pain and supported them in the decision. After all they were both grown men, it wasn't as if he could forbid It in any way. That left him on his own. Having not dated in such a long time he found it interesting how different women had become. Make no mistake Meri was a wildcat when you got her started, but these women were bolder and more aggressive than he recalled. While it didn't deter him, it really wasn't his preference. He liked a woman who knew how to carry herself with an air of supreme confidence in her femininity in public without being overtly sexual. When he first saw Rebecca, her presence reminded him so much of Meri. Appearance-wise they could not have been more different. Meri had been a more glamorous type of woman, tall and thin, with a decent sized chest and tight round ass. Dark-skinned with bright eyes and full lips. Rebecca was a more earthy beauty. Easily two inches shorter than Meri, long dirty blonde hair, blue eyed with a large chest, a flat stomach with hips and thighs thick and enticing. She walked as Meri walked, knowing she was beautiful in her own way, her own orbit. Without a care about the other women in the room. Her husband at the time was a guy named Thom, a large arrogant man that Derrick really dd not care for as he had seen him attempt to embarrass her many times when he drank too much. He must have been good at his job because he was tolerated by the brass, but to his co-workers he was a prick. On more than one occasion when Rebecca did not join him at company functions, he bragged of his sexual escapades with other women. He often wondered why she stayed with him, but never moved on her out of respect for her. That is, until the New Years Eve party. He arrived late as he did not have a date but knew it was important that he was seen. When he arrived, he saw Rebecca standing outside looking clearly shaken. Concerned, he stepped up to her and asked,

"Are you okay Lady?"

With a clearly angry voice she said,

"No, I want to fucking leave here but that asshole won't give me the car keys."

He thought to ask what happened but decided against that and instead offered to take her wherever she would like to go.

"Let me just go in here and give the boss a good excuse as to why I cannot stay, and I will take you wherever you would like to go."

Rebecca nodded and Derrick did as he said he would and was back in a matter of minutes. Taking her by the hand he said nothing as they walked to his car. Opening the door for her, once she had settled in, he bent down and asked her where she would like to go. With a shaky voice she said,

"Anywhere but home."

"Would you like to have a drink?"

"Yes, thank you. I could use one right now."

Derrick dd not say anything else. He simply got in the car, started it up and drove to a good bar he often frequented. As they entered, he picked a table in a quiet corner and once they were seated, he motioned the waiter over.

"Please bring the Lady whatever she would like, and I'll have a Hennessey VSOP neat with a water back."

A small smile showed on Rebecca's face. A man who knew his drink, she thought.

Macallan, double cask if you have it, two ice cubes and water please.

Derrick had to ask,

"Rare to see a woman with such an educated palette, how did you come by that?"

It was a question he felt would ease them into conversation instead of discussing what happened at the party.

"Unlike my prick of a husband, I did not grow up drinking anything and everything in the liquor cabinet. My mother did not drink, and my father did not drink much but when he did, it was always a very good scotch. Before I left home to go to school, he sat me down and told me the average man would not be able to handle a woman he could not get drunk and taught me how to drink and when to drink.

"Wise man."

The drinks arrived and after raising their glasses and having that first sip, Rebecca asked,

"No date tonight?"

"I hadn't planned to stay long so I did not feel the need for one." Pausing to sip, he continued,

"After losing my wife, this particular evening holds no attraction for me."

Rebecca felt the gravity of his words but decided not to intrude. They sipped and made small talk for quite a while, both deciding to just enjoy each other's company. Then Rebecca's phone rang. It was a police officer, who informed her that her drunken husband decided to drive himself home from the party, had an accident and was in the hospital. Derrick handled the check and drove Rebecca to the hospital where they learned Thom had passed away from internal injuries before they arrived. Derrick was surprised to see that Rebecca was more relieved than upset. After finalizing things at the hospital Derrick drove her home. Rebecca called her daughter Rosalee and told her what had happened. Rosalee said she would be home the first flight she could get. Derrick offered to stay with her until her daughter arrived and she made him comfortable in the guest room.

That began a friendship that blossomed into more than any of them could imagine. The first time they were intimate was eye opening to them both. It happened six months after Thom's passing. They had been seeing each other regularly, more as friends than anything else. That is until Rebecca's birthday. Derrick told her he had a special surprise for her and asked her to pack a bag for a weekend getaway. This excited her and she was selective about what she packed. When they arrived at the cabana on the beach Rebecca was impressed. The place was secluded on a private side of the beach and well appointed. Once inside Rebecca surveyed the room. A King-sized bed, hot tub that overlooked the beach and a lit fireplace. When she sat her bag down, Derrick took hold of her shoulders, turned her toward him and kissed her deeply. The heat of his kiss startled her at first, then she gave in and melted into him. They kissed for several minutes, tongues exploring each other's mouths. Hands exploring each other's bodies as bodies as he lowered her to the bed. Derrick reached under her dress and removed her silk panties which by this time were soaked. Without hesitation he spread her legs and drove his tongue deep into her, inhaling her sexual scent as he proceeded to eat her with a ferocity of which she was not accustomed. His tongue probed as if it was searching for something and would not stop until he found it. The excitement of the moment enhanced what she was feeling. It did not take him long to bring her to orgasm.

"Ooh Derrick", was all she could utter as her stomach convulsed and she felt her juices drench his face in a rush of pleasure. She tasted sooo good! Nothing else mattered to him but making her come again. He kissed and licked her clit as he slid two fingers inside her. In and up they probed, looking for that spot that would drive her wild. Rebecca clutched the sheets and her legs spread wide as she felt something she had never experienced before. She squirted! The sounds escaping her lips were inaudible, almost as if she was speaking a foreign language. She babbled, she moaned, and she writhed as pleasure she had never felt and never knew caused her to buck and wiggle, almost forcing Derrick from the bed. Finally, he stopped and backed away resting on his knees while he surveyed the bed and what he had done. Damn she looked beautiful. He said nothing, watching as she struggled to get control of her breathing and wrap her mind around what had just happened. Sitting up on her elbows eyes wide she looked at him and said,

"Damn, what was that?"

"The beginning of a different journey for us Becca."

She liked what she heard and sat up removing her dress and beckoned him to her. Rising they embraced and he kissed her again, his tongue introducing her to a flavor she had not experienced before. Herself. In all her years she had never known the taste of her own pussy. It thrilled her and she moaned into his mouth. He held her tightly and they rocked together enjoying an experience long overdue. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and whispered to him,

"Please fuck me."

"Not yet Becca," he said smiling.

"You're not ready yet."

"Derrick, I've never been more ready."

"That's because you haven't been treated properly in long time if you ever were. Starting today that is going to change. Now let's get cleaned up and go have some food. As you can see, I can't go out in this shirt as you have drenched it with love juices. And don't worry, there is so much more where that came from."

Rebecca felt so alive! Her mind screamed at the possibility of feeling any pleasure that was comparable to what just happened.

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