Part One, Kay's story

 

I wouldn't describe him as handsome. Interesting maybe; dangerous certainly. Part of my mind, that tiny part that wasn't involved with what he was doing to me, wondered how it started. How was it that I, a white woman, was being fucked hard by this big black man? Everything has a starting place even if it's hard to define sometimes. I knew exactly where this started, but it was difficult to think. The man was taking me to another racking climax. The third so far...or was it four?

My name is Kay Willow and I'm twenty-six years old. I'm single and I live alone. I work for a design firm and I really enjoy my job and the people I work with. I've been with the company for almost five years with fairly steady advancement so far.

For the most part I have never considered myself a highly sexual woman. I mean I like sex, but if I don't get any for an extended period of time I'm okay with it. I date at least once a week most of the time, but not with anyone special. I try to keep my social life casual.

I'm five feet seven inches tall and in all modesty I have a nice build. I'm not in the super model class or anything, but a lot of the guys at work keep hitting on me so I guess I'm all right. I keep my dishwater blonde cut short because I hate spending time fixing my hair.

Basically I like my life and wasn't looking to change any of it. Of course I thought that someday I'd meet Mister Right and settled down with kids and do the whole bit, but not any time soon. Things were right on track for me until last Christmas.

I had a week of vacation left on the books and the old bitch in personnel told me if I didn't take it before the end of the year I'd lose it. Since I wasn't going to throw away a whole week I took it and a few more days and went home for the holidays.

I come from a small town that no one ever heard of before. It's not even on some maps, but it is home. Eggertsville has a population of about ten thousand people. I think they are lying about it, but its okay with me if they do. The town is named after some old fart named Eggert who was a general in the war with Spain, way back when.

Eggertsville almost made the news a few years ago when Eggertsville High School almost went to the state basketball finals. Other than that almost event nothing ever happens there. The only industry is the plant where they made car parts or something. There are a couple of larger cities nearby to offer some employment opportunities. I was born in the place and went to school there. All the way through high school then like many of the younger people I headed out to school and a life somewhere else other than Eggertsville.

As a rule I try to get home a couple of weekends a year to keep the parents off of my back. Usually a couple of days were about all I wanted. The unplanned vacation caught me in a financial short-fall so I didn't have anywhere else to go. My folks were happy to give me room and board for as long as I could stand it.

I hadn't been in town but a couple of hours when I ran into Chuck. Chuck Brown and I dated my last year in high school. It was Chuck that got my cherry in the back of his old car out by the lake. I sucked and jerked him off for a couple of months before I just gave in and let him have some pussy.

Chuck and I dated all that summer before I left to go to college. I liked Chuck okay, but I was sure there was more to sex than he was giving me. I finally learned to use my fingers while he was doing me or I wouldn't have an orgasm. I hadn't seen Chuck in the eight years since that summer, but there he was as large as life. He hadn't change very much except his hairline was retreating fast and he had a bit more belly than he did when he played football.

"Hey, if it ain't Kay Willow!" Chuck said noticing me in the checkout line at the grocery store. "Is it still Willow or have you made a change?"

"It's still Willow," I said accepting the peck on the cheek. "Hi Chuck. Are you doing okay?"

"I'm doing fan-fuckin'-tastic," he said. "I'm running my old man's dry cleaning joint and I'm still single. How long you going to be around?" I told him a little over a week. "Great! Let's get together and do something. How about tonight?"

"Sure," I agreed. I didn't have anything else to do and Chuck had always been a lot of fun. "What's there to do around here?"

"We can grab a burger at Pop's Place and then go out to Mick's joint for some drinks and dancing. Be like old times except we can drink legally now. You staying at your folks' house?" I told him I was and he said he'd come by for me about seven o'clock.

 

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The burgers at Pop's Place were as good as I remembered. Mick's tavern hadn't changed at all. I was struck with that fact when we first walked in. Same beer signs, same checkered table cloths on the dinky tables and booths. I was almost sure there were the same songs on the jukebox.

Mick's was owned by an old Greek man. He was old when I was in school and he hadn't seemed to age at all. We got the same greeting.

"Hey, you kids better have some ID or go away. Don't need no hassle." What was funny, he never asked to actually see ID. Even back when we had to have fake ID he didn't bother to look at it.

"Got it, Mick," Chuck yelled back. "How about a pitcher of Bud and a couple of glasses?"

"You got it, boy," Mick yelled, directing one of the servers to bring us the beer. Mick always sat behind the bar on a stool drinking thick black coffee.

"How old is he?" I asked Chuck after we were seated.

"Couple hundred, I guess," Chuck said with a laugh. "Hell, I thought he was older than dirt back when we were sneaking in here with our fake ID. Janie McPherson was the only person I ever heard of that got her ID checked by Mick."

"That was because Janie always looked like a fourteen year old," I said. "I saw her last summer when I came for a visit and she still looks like a fourteen year old. Even after two kids. How did you manage to stay single, Chuck?"

"Just lucky I guess," he said with a grin. "How have you escaped matrimony?"

"Same, just lucky. I thought you and Daisy Mae were going to marry. What happened?" Daisy Mae wasn't her name. It's just what some of us called her.

"Who? Oh, you mean Nancy Jenkins? Well, we were for a while. Nancy was too hot for me to keep up with and we split. She took off for Capital City for a while, but she's back now." I wanted to ask him how a woman could be too hot, but a bunch of old friends came in about that time and I didn't get to ask right then. Also I wanted to ask why any man would admit a woman was too hot for him.

We spent the next couple of hours drinking beer and catching up with each other. It wasn't until later on the way home that I remembered to ask him about Daisy Mae.

"The honest truth was she wanted a lot more than I was able to give her. Something happened to her sex drive. It just took off like a rocket ship. I couldn't satisfy her and she went looking for somebody who could. There's a party tomorrow night are you interested in going? Bobby Baker is throwing it and he usually has a good party."

I wasn't overjoyed, but as I said, there wasn't much going on in Eggertsville so I agreed to go with him. Chuck had always been a good kisser and after we got into my drive and parked we fooled around enough to get us both excited. The cab of his pick-up was nice, but no place to get serious. It was like the years fell away and I reverted to a younger woman. I gave him a sloppy blow-job and went in.

Giving head was something I did well and I think it's because I actually like sucking a guy's dick. I like the feeling of power I have over him for that brief period of time. Most of the time I have an orgasm when he cums in my mouth. Swallow? Of course I do.