EXTRACT FOR
Obsession
(Shooter3704)

      "What do you mean entertain them?" I asked her.

      "Are you dense?" Nan said with a laugh. "I mean she has sex with them." I was shocked speechless but that didn't stop Nan from talking. "This is Tuesday," she continued. "That means one of the black dudes will come later this afternoon."

      "Black dude! Are you kidding me?" 

      "I kid you not," Nan said. "She has two black men that come visiting. One usually shows up about three o'clock on Tuesdays and stays for a couple of hours. The other one comes at night and he stays late. Sometimes on the same day as the first one comes, if you'll pardon the expression." I wasn't sure if I should believe her or not. Nan wasn't know as a liar so I had to believe it.

      "How do you know this?" I demanded.

      "I've see them," she said.

      "You watch?"

      "No, not really," Nan said. "I saw her and the afternoon guy making out on the patio once and I caught a glimpse of the night visitor once or twice from my bedroom window. They are fucking all right. No question about it."Her use of the F word was a surprise because she had always seemed prim and proper. "I've thought about creeping over and looking through the window, but their bedroom is on the second floor.  Hey! I'll bet you could see good from here," she said. "That's their bedroom over there." She indicated a window closest to the tree house. Do you have a pair of binoculars?"

      "Yes, but don't they close the curtains?"

      "I don't think so," Nan answered. "There would be no reason to close them. Nothing back here but this old tree house. Why don't you bring your glasses over later and we'll see what we can see." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

      "You...You...Spy? You want to spy on Mrs. Johnson?"

      "Sure," Nan answered calmly. "Don't you want to see what a black man does with a white woman?" I didn't have any firsthand knowledge of what a white man did with a white woman. Unless you count a hand job from Alice Martin I was ignorant on the subject, but I wasn't about to volunteer that information. As it turned out I didn't have to say anything. Nan guessed it. "Well, Jason," she said giving me a light punch on the shoulder. "Since you are a virgin this is a good time to learn about things."

      "Who said I was cherry?" I muttered.

      "You are, so don't deny it," Nan teased. "Go get your binoculars, Jason." 

      An hour later Nan and I were back in the tree house. She brought potato chips and a six-pack of beer, which surprised me because I didn't know she drank beer. I had done so a few times and liked it very much. Nan and I ate chips and drank beer while getting comfortable in the tree house. Shortly after four o'clock we heard a car door slam from the front of the house.

      "Show time," Nan announced. I trained the binoculars on the window she said was the master bedroom. I could need much because it was darker inside but suddenly the light came on and I saw Mrs. Johnson and a short heavy-set black man come into the room.

      "Can you see them?" Nan asked tugging at my arm to get the glasses away from me. "What are they doing, Jason?"

      "They are on the bed just fooling around," I said. My mouth was dry and it was hard to talk. I gave up the binoculars and waited for Nan to describe what was happening in the bedroom.

      "It's called foreplay, Jason," Nan said. "Ah, there goes the clothing. Her halter is gone and he's mauling her tits. They are kissing and...he's got his hand down her shorts... Whoa, she seems to like that activity...there goes her shorts and his pants." I grabbed the glasses and got focused in time to see him put his head between her legs. That made no sense to me and I told Nan what he was doing.

      "The brother is going downtown, Jason," she said. "Oral sex? Muff diving? How about eating pussy? Any of that ring a bell?"

      "Yeah, I know about eating...ah, you know." I surrendered the binoculars to her at her urging.

      "Yeah, he's having lunch at the Y," Nan said. "Seems to be doing her some good from the way she's hunching and bucking. I wish I could hear them. Man, that looks like fun."

      "You never...you know...done it."

      "I've done some of it," Nan said handing me the glasses. "Not actually had oral sex yet. Have you ever gone down on a girl?"

      "No," I said watching the black man eat Mrs. Johnson. "You were right. I'm a virgin, Nancy. I got Mary Sue Becker's bra off and she put her hand on my dick once, but that's as far as I've been. How many times have you done it?"

      "Four or five," she answered as a matter of fact. "I want some of that oral action. That really looks like fun."

      "Who did you do it with?" I asked. She took the glasses from me again.

      "The first time was with my cousin from up north. That was last summer when they came to visit. Our folks left us alone one afternoon and he popped my cherry for me. We did it a couple of times before they left to go home. Bobby Ellison got me once and so did Sammy Taylor."

      "None of them would eat you?" I asked. She shook her head while leaning forward intently. 

      "Here goes," she said handing me the glasses. "He's about to stick it in."

      I got the glasses back from her in time to see him mount Mrs. Johnson. I had a raging hard-on that threatened to rip my pants. I almost came when his long black dick disappeared into her snatch.

      From then on for the next half an hour it was just him slamming his cock in and out of her. While the unknown black man fucked Lois Johnson, Nan and I swapped the binoculars back and forth between us.

      "Boy, he's big isn't he?" Nan said. "How big are you, Jason?"

      "Nowhere that fucking big," I answered truthfully. "Big enough I guess."

      "Let me see," she said and I carefully took my hard dick out and let her see.