Riding the ‘train’

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Riding the ‘train’Robert continues to force me to become even more of a slut. The latest involved my best friend Miriam, the other married white wife named Rachelle, and three of Robert’s friends, including Six-pack, whom I had been with previously. This time my husband was not out of town. Robert told me I had to make myself available, so the only option was to blatantly lie, and tell Walter that I needed to stay over at Miriam’s for the night. When he asked, I gave him a lame story about her and Roland having some marital problems at home – something he had no interest in hearing. He told me to go, and to “take care of whatever problems she has.” As if whatever it was, it was up to the woman to ‘straighten up and fly right.’ Her “problem”, of course, is the same as mine – an inability to bring myself to refuse, when I am told to make myself available. A point: I don’t consider myself to be your ‘typical’ black cock slut; I don’t crave all black men. But I wish I could handle it as well as Miriam. I think she still tends to think of it as just a naughty secret; something she wholeheartedly but only occasionally indulges in, while Rachelle and I are fully committed to the pleasure of our black lovers. I know this because Rachelle and I had a long talk about it the week following when she and Six-pack were at my house. She is as much in love with Six-pack as I am with Robert. The fact that we have to share our lovers bothers us both, but we accept it as the way our boys ‘roll.’ Black boys of their age aren’t interested in making a life with us. I doubt it would work, anyway. That said, when Robert contacted me I immediately agreed, no matter what I had to do to be there. I knew, if I wasn’t, someone else would be getting what I had come to consider mine; never mind his other, younger girlfriend(s). I called Miriam; Roland would be in Kansas City, visiting his mother. Perfect! I hoped for more than one day, but I doubted I would be able to be away for that long. She knew nothing about Rachelle joining us, but accepted it good-naturedly. I still have no idea what Rachelle told her husband, or how muğla escort often she has to lie to be with Six-pack. She has been doing this longer than me, by about a year. The moment came. I kissed Walter goodbye and took our go-to-town car. Roland and Miriam’s farm is between ours and town, but I thought the chances of Walt’s coming past it pretty remote, as they live quite a ways off the main road. My heart was hammering as I drove. This would be what I had been craving; time with Robert, even if it was as part of a group. There were four cars parked in front of Miriam’s, hers and three others. One was an older station wagon, which I assumed was Rachelle’s. Two of them were trucks, but neither was Robert’s. I parked and got out, smoothing down my skirt. Beneath it I wore Robert’s favorite undergarments – the black garter belt, with matching thong and bra. I felt sexy. Miriam came to meet me at the door. Her face was flushed. “Did you start without me?” I teased her, and to my surprise she nodded. “Wha-a-a-a-t? You little slut!” We shared a laugh at the front door, then she pulled me aside to whisper in my ear. “That fucking Tyrese is a monster!” she exclaimed. “He’s got a cock on him that won’t quit. I don’t think he even knows my name yet!” She laughed loudly. In the kitchen, there was a young man leaning against the counter, drinking a soda, and a man at least my age sitting at the table eating. They were both black men. I wondered which one was Tyrese, and decided the only way to know was to introduce myself. “Hi. I’m Mary Alice,” I said. The boy nodded his head and the older man got up and turned to me. “So you’re the slut Robert been talkin’ so much about,” he said, appraising me from my head to my feet. He reached toward me, pulling at the bodice of my dress. “You got some titties on you,” he told me. I thanked him as he held my dress front out, then he abruptly let it go and slid his hands around my waist, pulling me forward to kiss me. His lips were rough compared to Robert’s. But that didn’t stop my arousal at being manhandled by this stranger. I decided we were not going to escort muğla be strangers for long, and that this had to be Tyrese. Our kiss lasted probably two minutes. His tongue roamed through my mouth, and all I could do was submit to him as his hands dropped to my ass. He murmured his approval into my mouth as he cupped my ass cheeks. I began to moisten the tiny strip of fabric between my legs. I knew he could feel my bare cheeks through my dress, and the outline of my garter belt across my hips. I spread my legs as he forced his between them. His cock was hard against my thigh. I brought my arms, which had been hanging loosely at my sides, up to wrap around his neck as he continued to kiss me. My breath sounded like a bellows through my nose. I looked at the boy, but he was ignoring us, sipping his soda and looking at something on the table. By the time we broke our kiss, Miriam had come back into the kitchen. “Ty, baby,” she cooed, “I thought you liked me. She had her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, and he laughed. “You ain’t had enough? What you got, a steel-trap pussy?” he said. “Man, I got to try all the pussy ‘fore I know which one I likes the best.” He still had his arm around my waist, and I was still thinking about that monster between his legs. I told Miriam with a wink to mind her own business, but I was wondering where Robert was. I missed my lover. Miriam went over to the young man, whose name I found out was Leon, and sidled up next to him. She grabbed his cock through his shorts and rubbed it a few times, bringing a grin to his face. He put his hand on her breast, but it was a tentative move, I thought. He looked a little out of his element. At that moment, Rachelle and Six-pack came into the kitchen. I said hello to her and smiled at Six-pack. He came over to me and stood on my other side, opposite Tyrese, and kissed me. I could smell and taste Rachelle on his lips, and looking at her, I could tell that they, too, had been busy. “Where’s Robert?” I asked, to no one in particular. Tyrese lifted the hem of my dress and told me not to worry about him. He assured me he muğla escort bayan would take good care of me until my “boy” showed up. He slid his fingers into my garter belt and tickled his way toward my inner thigh, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl. I liked him, despite my longing for Robert. I had only a vague idea yet about how this was going to happen, but things were definitely heating up! Six-pack ran his hand up under my dress and caressed my ass while he kissed me again, and Tyrese put his fingers into the waistband of my thong and began to pull it down. He got down on his knees as I stepped out of it and immediately went to work on my pussy. Six-pack was still kissing me and already trying to work his finger into my butthole. I spread my legs. In no time at all my dress was being pulled off, and I stood naked except for garter belt and shelf bra, trying to catch my breath. Tyrese’s tongue had already invaded my labia. He ran a thick middle finger up my thigh and inside me, and began to finger me. Tyrese dropped his mouth to my right breast, and my bra was yanked down just as he took my nipple between his lips. I looked at Rachelle, then Miriam. They both stared at us, not particularly jealous, but definitely aroused. My hips were moving without any conscious thought, pressing forward onto Tyrese’s finger and tongue, which was now flicking my clitoris rapidly. “I’m gonna….ogod!” My first climax was coming, quickly. “Oooooh, please…” I gasped. Tyrese withdrew his finger and stood up. “Let’s get her in the bed,” he said to Six-pack, who nodded. “I’m gonna tear that thing up!” I let them each take an arm and lead me. I was tantalizingly close to an orgasm, so close my head was scrambled and I couldn’t seem to make my legs work. They got me into the closest bedroom and laid me down on the bed. My bra was still around my middle, but no one cared. We all wanted the same thing at that point. Tyrese dropped his pants and I looked at the largest, thickest penis I had ever seen in person. Its foreskin hung over the end like a slouchy cap until he pulled the skin back, exposing a shiny pink helmet of amazing girth. He was grinning at me. “You feel like ridin’ the train, slut?” he said, then yelled over his shoulder for Leon to “come in here n get somma this!” He climbed onto the bed and I spread my legs to receive him.

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