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The untimely death of her husband caused Megan West to have to start life over. A beautiful, still young, woman had the good fortune to be friends with Faye Cannon. Faye took it upon herself to bring Megan out of her depression and into the fantastic hedonistic world she occupied.

It didn’t take Faye long to have Megan swinging with her and her husband and later with a parade of black men. A wild wonderful world of taboo sex was opened to Megan and she hesitantly entered into it.

This is an interracial sex story with a twist. Girl on girl sex, straight sex, and sex with multiple partners was only the beginning. Megan discovered a heinous, diabolical plot afoot that involved her best friend Faye and she undertook to unravel the scheme.

This is one you don’t want to miss. I’m Shooter and I guarantee it.

        We were seated near the back of the lounge and after the first
cocktail we began to relax. Our server was a young black man who
smiled at us a lot. I wanted to tell him Faye was a lousy tipper, but
he would soon figure that out for himself.
        “Nice looking man, isn’t he?” Faye said watching him walk
away. I said he did seem to be. “Do you remember the first time you
fucked a black man?” I was so shocked at her question I couldn’t
speak. Not that it bothered Faye. “Shit, you never forget the first
black cock, do you? I remember my first one as if it were yesterday.”
Faye was on a roll and since I was speechless I let her go on.
        “My first hubby and I hadn’t been married very long. Don had
just made partner and we moved out to Bentwood.  Good ol’ Don was a
stud, but about a month after we moved out of the city he and a friend
went horseback riding and the silly fool got thrown off. Sprained a
groin muscle and he couldn’t ride me for a couple of months. At least
that’s what he told me.”
        “I was young and always horny back then,” she said. “Now I’m
older and still always horny,” she added with a chuckle. “Anyway after
a week of no sex I was going out of my mind. I had a plastic dick with
batteries and it helped some, but not enough. A fucking dildo can only
take you so far.”
        “Like everybody else in Bentwood we had a lawn service. Our
service was a family of black men. There were three of them. The
oldest, a grandfather was about fifty or so, his son was about thirty
and the youngest was eighteen or nineteen. I could be off a few years
on their ages. They were masters of mowing a lawn. One would use the
riding mower, another would use a small push mower, and the third
would use the weed eater and do the trim work.”
        “Usually it was the old man who did the trimming and he was
always there after the other two had moved on down the street. One day
I was sunbathing on the back patio while they were there. The first
one on the riding machine came around and I gave him a pretty good
look at me in my little bikini. The second one came around and he got
a pretty good look, too. By the time the old guy worked his way around
the house I had made myself hot and I decided to really tease him.”
        “I took the top off and lay on my stomach. I couldn’t see
him, but I could tell by the racket the weed-whacker made when he got
close so I rolled over and showed him my tits. I had my eyes closed,
but it sure seemed like he trimmed around the patio longer than
necessary. Suddenly the trimmer shut off.”
        “You want to be careful,” he said from very close by. “You
sure don’t want to burn them pretty boobies in this hot sun.” I rose
up and saw that he was standing only a few feet away from me. His eyes
were glued to my tits. “You got some oil or something to put on
them?”
        “Yes, I do,” I said in a sudden burst of courage. “Do you
want to help me?” He went to the outside faucet, washed his hands, and
returned to where I was laying. I handed him the tube of sunscreen and
he squeezed some out onto his big hand. If I live to be a hundred I’ll
never forget how his hard, callused hands felt on my body. I was
always horny, but he had me sizzling in just a few moments. When his
hands finally got to my breasts I was jumping and twitching like
crazy. It was all I could go to keep from having an orgasm right then.
When he rolled my nipples around between his thumbs and forefingers I
lost it. I climaxed, but he kept right on rubbing me.  When his finger
got to the edge of the bikini bottoms I raised my butt up and let him
push them down.”
        “I was thrashing around like mad by the time his fingers got
to my clitoris. I came several times and I had a massive orgasm when
he put a big ol’ finger in my pussy. I always heard that black men
didn’t do oral sex. I found out from him that it was a bunch of shit.
That old man ate me to two crashing orgasms and I knew right then
there was nothing on earth that could stop me from fucking that old
guy.”
        “I nearly ripped his pants down and I almost came again when
I got my first look at his meat. He had a huge cock. Bigger than any
dick I had ever seen before. Long and fat and it was as hard as a
rock.  I wanted to suck it, but my need to fuck it was too great. Man,
that old guy could fuck. He did me for nearly fifteen minutes before
he dumped a load of cum in me. I thought he would stop, but he didn’t.
He just kept fucking me and I was having one major climax right after
another.”
        “He left after fucking me for nearly half an hour. I must
have come a hundred times. I must have passed out for a few moments
and when I opened my eyes he had his pants on and his trimmer and was
leaving.”
        “See you in two weeks,” he said with a wave of his hand.
        “No! Next week,” I yelled at him. He laughed and said okay as
he went out the gate. I was one well-fucked gal. That afternoon after
I managed to wash a pint of cum out of me I went out and bought a
bigger fancier lounge chair. One with a nice soft pad instead of the
plastic webbing. I had marks on my ass for several days after Boomer
left. That was his name. Boomer Howell. His son was named Ron and the
grandson was just called Boy.” Faye finished her drink and signaled
for another one. Faye looked at me and smiled. “You look flushed,
Megan. Do you feel all right?”
        “Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her. “Was that an only time?” I
asked her.
        “Oh hell no!” she said laughing. “Boomer was back the next
week and he fucked me again. Better this time because of the new
lounge and we didn’t waste any time on sunscreen and fooling around.
The following week he let his son, Ron, do the trimming and Ron fucked
me. Over the next few weeks Boomer and Ron took turns. Then the
grandson figured it out and he wanted some. They were a sharing
family. All of them were a great fuck, but the old man was the best.
We had the best-looking lawn in the neighborhood. When fall came you
couldn’t find a single leaf in our yard. We also had the cleanest
drive and sidewalk when the snow fell. Sometimes they were there
waiting on the first snowflake to fall.”
        “Didn’t your husband ever figure out you were…getting some on
the side?” I asked her. In all the years I knew Faye, we had never
talked about sex so this was something brand new.
        “I guess he knew I stopped bugging him about sex. That was
about the time I found out he had a slut in the city he was doing. The
fact that I was not after him for sex just left more for the city
bitch. Now that’s something I’ve never figured out. Don had a
perfectly good slut at home so why did he take a chance on his
reputation by sneaking around after another slut. I mean, I knew he
was a whore-hopper. Hell, I got him away from his wife by letting him
in my pants so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.”
        “Anyway, he had his whore in town and I had the whole damned
Howell family so I didn’t complain. We both had what we wanted. I had
three great black cocks and…I don’t know exactly what he had, but it
must have been good. Because he asked me for a divorce the next
spring. I was ready for it and I told him to contact my attorney.  We
parted ways on mostly friendly terms. I got half of everything he had
and a lot of what he was going to get so I was happy.  More than
happy, really. After Don moved out I could let the Howell boys in the
front door at night. I kept them supplied with white pussy and they
kept me well supplied with black cock.”
        “I hated to leave Bentwood, but the house was too big and I
couldn’t afford to keep it. The market was right so I sold and moved
back to the city. What I really hated to leave was Boomer, Ron, and
Boy, who, by the way, wasn’t a boy by any stretch of the imagination. 
Boy had a nice cock and he knew how to use it. It’s sure easy to get
used to some regular fucking by black men. Are you sure you’re okay?
You’re sweating, Megan.”
        Moisture on my face wasn’t the only place I was wet. Her
titillating story had aroused me and there was no denying it. It was
the first time since Paul got sick. That raunchy tale had me wet as I
could be. I excused myself and went to the ladies room to blot my
pussy dry and splash some cold water on my face. When I returned Faye
was chatting with the server. He had brought fresh drinks.
        “So tell me about your first time with a black man,” Faye
said when the server left.
        “Faye, I can’t,” I said.
        “So that’s the way you’re going to be,” she said. “I tell all
and you tell me nothing.”
        “No, I can’t tell you because there was no first time. Not
with a black man,” I said.
        “Are you serious?” she asked. “Never?” I shook my head. “You
poor thing,” she said.
        “So you divorced your husband and moved back to the city,” I
prompted. I have no idea why I wanted to hear more of her outrageous
story. “No more black mowers.”
        “No, no more mowers, but the woods are full of black studs,”
she said. “I had discovered something about myself. I like fucking
black men. I bought a condo with the money I got out of the house in
Bentwood. I wasn’t there a full day when I discovered to my surprise
and delight the doorman was an older black man who actually looked a
little like Boomer. His name was Hank. Hank was kind enough to carry
some things up to my apartment for me and I rewarded him with a glass
of ice tea. Hank was very correct and very formal and he left after
thanking me for the tea. I made sure to touch him on the arm several
times before he left. Hank was no dummy and I’m sure he saw an
opportunity there. It took a few days before I actually fucked Hank.”
        “That condo was over on Carlyle Avenue. There were twenty
units in the building and they kept Hank busy most of the day. I
quickly realized that I needed to get Hank to my apartment after he
was relieved by the night doorman. It took me a total of four days to
finally fuck the man. I asked Hank to come up after he got off to help
me with some things. There was some loose drawer knobs in the kitchen
so I told him to bring a screwdriver. He arrived on time after he took
off that hideous coat he was required to wear.  He was wearing what he
called civilian clothes. A pair of dark pants and a white short-sleeve
shirt. He smelled of bay rum and that peculiar musk that I had come to
love. I started getting wet the moment I opened the door. I showed him
where the loose knobs were and hurried to change clothes. I quickly
took off everything and put on a housecoat that tied in the front.”
        “In my brief conversations with him I learned his wife was
dead and he didn’t have any children so I knew there wasn’t any reason
for him to rush home.”
        “Got ‘em all tight, Miss,” he said when I got to the kitchen.
“What else you got that needs to be tightened up?”
        “I’ve been told I’m kind of loose,” I said smiling at him.
“Maybe you should tighten me up.” He started at me with a serious
expression on his wrinkled face.
        “You need to understand I need my job so I don’t want any
confusion,” he said, not cracking a smile. For a few moments I didn’t
understand what he was talking about. Then it dawned on me.
        “I understand, Hank,” I said. “I really don’t care if the
knobs are loose or not. I wanted to get to know you better. I have a
thing for black gentlemen.” He looked at me a slight smile forming. “I
like black cock. Is that plain enough for you?”
        “Yeah, and I guess I won’t need a screwdriver to tighten you
up. You got anything on under that thing?” I untied the belt and
opened the housecoat wide open. His eyes romanced over my nearly naked
body. “Mighty fine lookin’ woman,” he said licking his lips. “I sure
like big fat white titties and you sure got a nice pair.”
        He came to me and took both breasts in his black hands then
lowered his head and took one nipple in his mouth and bit me. Not hard
enough to actually hurt, but hard enough to bring me to my tiptoes. I
took his head, loving the feel of his kinky hair, and moved him to my
other nipple. He obliged me and bit that one also. One hand went to my
wet pussy and he mauled it. He handled me roughly and I loved it. I
was trembling and hot.”
        “Let’s get this show to a bed,” he said his voice low and
husky. I led him to the bedroom and when we were there I took his belt
loose and pulled his pants down. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his
cock was standing straight out. Not as big as Boomer’s, but still
plenty nice enough.”
        “What Hank lacked in cock size he more than made up for with
stamina. The man was literally a fucking machine. I had discovered
myself a black bull. He had me climaxing within minutes and I didn’t
stop for a full hour of continuous fucking. It was a damned good thing
I was on birth control, because he dumped a gallon of cum in me.”