Besides being black and big, he was a ominous looking man. He didn’t smile the whole time
he was with us. In fact, there was almost no change in his brooding expression. His head
was shaven and his face a crisscross of scars. Pope was without a doubt the scariest man
I had ever met. Luckily he didn’t stay very long. He ate his lunch without saying a single
word. He kissed Lucy and the baby and left after giving me a long searching look.
“He ain’t much to look at,” Lucy said watching me watch him stroll out. “But the son of a
bitch can fuck for hours. He good to Tabby, too. I think he likes you, Dawn.”
“Me? what on earth gave you that idea? He hardly spoke to me…or you for that matter.”
“Pope ain’t much on words,” she said smiling. “You have to read his body language. You
ever fuck a black man?” The question threw me for a moment. I managed to shake my head.
“Shame, Dawn. The best dick is a black dick. If you ever want to strap Pope on, just give
me the word.”
That afternoon I fingered myself to a crashing orgasm. I’ll admit I saw Popes face and
tried to imagine a penis like Lucy described, as I did. What was I becoming? That night I
tried to get Ron excited enough to have sex, but as usual he was too tired. I finally fell
into a troubled sleep. I had a terrific erotic dream sometime just after Ron left for work
and I woke up horny and stayed horny until I took matters into my own hand.
Unlike my previous experiences with masturbation, I wasn’t completely satisfied. I went
about my normal routine and tried to think of other things. I went to the gym and
worked-out like a crazy person. That helped some.
I made it through the weekend by staying busy doing things that really didn’t need to be
done.
I was surprised when Lucy called me on Monday morning. She invited me to her house for
lunch. I should have declined, but I didn’t hesitate and accepted the invite.
I found their house without much trouble. It was a small brick rancher at the edge of
what was fast becoming a black and Hispanic neighborhood. My BMW looked out of place and I
wondered if it would be okay parked on the street.
I don’t know what I expected, but Lucy’s house was immaculate in every detail. Cleaner
than my own, for sure. She answered the door, topless with Tabitha, the baby attached to
one engorged breast. I found it interesting watching the baby suckle. I also found it
interesting that the unused nipple was leaking milk. It streamed down her chest and across
her stomach.
“Now you know why I can’t be out very long,” Lucy said laughing while using a hand towel
to blot the milk. “I have a gallon in the refrigerator. Pope likes for me to use it in
cooking. Lucy had larger breasts than she had in high school, but so did I. As soon as
the baby finished nursing she went right to sleep and Lucy finished up lunch after using a
breast pump.
“We’re having a tuna salad. What would you like to drink?”
“Anything except milk,” I answered. That sent Lucy into a gale of laughter. We had a nice
meal and as usual with Lucy the subject quickly turned to sex..
“By the way,” she said putting the dirty dishes in the sink. “I found a couple of my old
porno flicks on DVD. Do you have a player?” I told her that I did. “Good, you can take
some of them with you because I have several copies. There’s one you should see that you
can’t take because there isn’t a copy.” She led me into the small den and started the
movie. I wasn’t very comfortable. I asked her about her husband.
“Pope is out interviewing a woman who wants to work for him. I figure he’ll be gone all
afternoon.” She giggled. “Pope likes to take his time and make sure she’s right for his
business.”
The movie started with a bang. A younger Lucy, naked, was on her knees giving a black
man oral sex. Oral sex was something that I had never done. Ron mentioned it several
times, but I wasn’t interested. Lucy, however, made it look very interesting. After a
long while, the scene changed and Lucy was on her knees and a black man was having sex
with her from behind.
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