She was always horny. She had been like this since she turned 40 and made the personal decision to finally embrace her misunderstood sexuality.
Truth be told, Diana was always highly engaged in her physical self. She was a woman who worked out, who jogged, who ate right. Who loved to dance with the right person. And also, needed sex: physical contact and intimacy. This fit woman needed to be fucked regularly.
Since she had become a Queen of Spades, as they call it, she had found that her most satisfying orgasms came from an erection attached to a beautiful black man.
Diana never bothered with the stereotypes. She never believed them. She never bothered with the jokes or even the higher, um, lengthier expectations. What she did was try it and liked it. Then she tried it again and liked it even more. Once she was convinced that psychologically, emotionally, and physically, what she most wanted was BBC, there was no turning back.
It was why she slept with her son’s new roommate within hours of meeting him. And it’s why she was headed out of town to meet him once again. With the permission of her son.
And she cruised the highway with her favorite dance tunes playing she thought about calling Kyle Junior to discuss details and to make sure he was still okay with everything. After all, his mom was planning to sleep in his apartment, two bedrooms down with his very attractive and well endowed roommate, Zachariah.
Something doubtful popped into her head so she hit the screen and tapped her son’s name.
“Mom, what’s up?
“Hey baby. Just wanted to let you know I’m about thirty minutes out and… just want to give you one last chance to tell me if this is a bad idea. If this in anyway makes you uncomfortable you need—“
“Mom, “ he cut her off, “ I don’t know how many other ways to say this, but I don’t care if you sleep with my roommate. In fact, I love that you’re going to sleep with my roommate. In fact, I can’t wait to listen to you fucking down the hall. Is that clear enough?”
She was sure she had quite a shocked look on her face behind her oversized sunglasses. He had never been this blunt, but there was no question.
“Crystal. Please let him know I’m on my way.“ She thought for a moment and added a very genuine, “Thank you baby. I love you.
“Love you too, Mom. See you in a bit.”
After he beeped off, she had a sudden memory of a young swimmer with dazzling green eyes, hugging her after winning his third event of his final high school meet. The joy in his eyes had made her tear up. Especially when he thanked her for all of her support and encouragement. Maybe in some strange way this was his way of repaying her for being such an attentive mother.
“Or maybe he likes to hear his roommates fuck,” she said softly to herself. The swim mom memory disappeared like smoke as she felt the urge of heat between her legs at the thought of Zach and his incredible manly gifts.
Soon enough, she was parking outside of her son’s building and walking up the one flight of stairs, a small overnight bag clutched in her left hand. She was treating this like any of her other BBC dates which never required much in the way of clothing. But a change of lingerie, a small make up bag, her perfume and a couple of sex toys seemed like appropriate things to bring to such an encounter.
She raised a hand to knock and was delighted when the door opened and there stood the reason she drove. He was in a soft, muslin-colored shirt, completely unbuttoned, his gorgeous chest almost glistening. He wore a pair of tie pants one might wear on the beach, and was barefooted.
“I guess someone is prepared to get naked quickly.”
He smiled wickedly. Diana fell into his arms quite easily, and the two kissed with ravenous passion. Their tongues were wet and wild. His massive hands shut the door behind her, then gripped her back and ass. She pushed her pelvis forward, delighted to find his incredible manhood unencumbered by any form of underwear.
As if they had planned it, she slightly jumped, and he pulled her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Now, her wet pussy was only one thong and one pair of pants away from being fully satisfied. Her short, leather skirt rode up and her naked ass cheeks filled his hands. He turned and started walking towards his bedroom. The kissing had not stopped, but she had managed to toss her coral blouse. Her magnificent breasts almost spilled out of the black bra she wore, and she knew that her suggestion of a skirt would not last long.
In the young man’s bedroom, which smelled of manly, cologne and his father’s jazz records, the shade was pulled, and electric candles cheered them on from the dresser. She pulled off his mouth and looked around. “You’re quite the romantic, aren’t you?”
He smiled, “Baby, you don’t know the half of it.”
With one quick move, he had her bra undone.
Her eyes opened up. “Nicely done, young man.”
The bra hit the floor as she was laid down on the bed. Her legs still wrapped around his waist.
He gripped her calves and pushed her open. His hand slipped down the back of her legs, and all she could think about was that beautiful cock pointing straight at her. She desperately wanted it in her mouth, but he had other plans. His fingers easily pulled her thong up and over her heels. It was then that he noticed the gold anklet with the tiny QOS spade charm. He smiled in satisfied recognition, looked down at her and she winked.
She smiled back. “Welcome to the club, baby.”
He kissed the charm and then down her leg. She allowed him to slowly open her as he moved across her thigh with deliberate slowness. By the time his large tongue licked from her star to her button she was shaking with need.
Fully surrendering to the sexual moment that she had experienced so many times before, Diana focused on finding the unique things in this lover between her legs. He tended to use his teeth to scrape. Not enough to cause pain or irritation, just ignite the nerve endings. She knew her swollen lips were gating open and welcoming, and her prominent clitoris was probably erect and throbbing.
She gripped his head, not as a control, rather an encouragement. She pushed her pelvis up off the bed, attempting to buy even more pressure. She moaned and he groaned.
“You taste amazing!” he said wetly as he used a finger to swirl around the opening of her vagina. He slid into the second knuckle and turned slightly. His thick digit was just a fraction off her G spot and he knew it. A second finger followed just as he took her clitoris in his tight lips.
“Oh Zach, yes!”
Orgasm one was a bomb. Not subtle, not sweet, but all consuming. It ripped through her with the intensity of a body that had been anticipating this moment for over a week.
“OHHH GAHHHD!” she praised, her nervous system lighting up like a Christmas tree. She gripped his head so tightly that she might leave marks. Neither one of them cared. Zach did his best to keep licking, and sucking, and probing. But her grip was so tight both inside on his fingers and outside on his ears. She engaged her core, then released and collapsed back down like a cut marionette.
“Ohhh wow…” she murmured, trying to refocus. He gently lifted himself out of her sexual confines and began to move towards her face. With a surprising burst of energy, she grabbed him and pulled him on top of her, her mouth slamming it into his with passionate aggression.
“Fuck yeah,” he thought, as she grabbed his cock with both hands. He lined up his body, his thighs pressing against hers, insisting they spread even wider. She was stroking one hand up while the other went back down for a second round. The repeated motion had him aching. It was her way of taking back a little bit of control. Yes she loved BBC, but she wanted them to remember the QOS she had been coronated as.
“Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me so the neighbors complain.”
He chuckled low and genuine. He kissed her again. “It will be my pleasure ma’am. Good thing my roommates are out tonight so we can be as loud as we want. Fuck the neighbors.”
She had a moment of disappointment. Less than an hour ago, she had talked to her son and made the assumption he would be here. The moment was fleeting as she lined up the wet knob of his incredible manhood. She wiggled and shoved until he was perfectly positioned. Then she let him do the rest.
It was always that moment for her, when she had wanted and needed her lovers to take her. That first entry, she could always feel the entire head sliding across her nerves as she squeezed it and welcomed it. It never got old, but it was always unique. Once the fucking started, there was no way to enjoy that specific detail. But for now it was everything.
Diana let out a sweet “oh” as he completely filled her. Completely. His shaved balls rested against her ass and he pulsed as he held still.
“Fucking perfect, Diana,” he half-whispered. She looked up and saw him in a beautiful state of bliss, eyes closed. She ran a finger up his neck and across his chin, tickling his goatee as he pulsed again. It was time.
Just like a cowboy gets it’s stallion to move, she kicked her heels into his stunningly tight ass and off he went.
To say he fucked her would be words failing at their job. He took her, he honored her, he sent her to places she loved to visit. Orgasms wafted in and out, not as powerful as the first but just as liberating. Her heels kept kicking, her nails sticking into his back and the back of his head.
The lovers kissed, oh yes, they kissed. It never stopped. The wet sounds of their hips and pelvises slapping together echoed in the room. It was only then that she realized there had been low, soft, sexy jazz playing the entire time. This boy was romantic.
Orgasms three, four. and five came in rapid succession. The last after he had flipped her over onto all fours and proceeded to thoroughly pound her. She had come there to make love and fuck. The former could wait for later.
The telltale signs of masculine completion came as her breasts scraped against the sheets. His hands slid up and held her rib cage. Her shoulders and head were now on the bed, giving him a sharper angle of descent. His breathing increased in pace and his grip tightened. She held still as his thickness expanded, and he erupted inside her. The wet cooling blasts painted her cervix and inner walls with Jackson Pollock chaos.
His orgasm was a beautiful thing. It lowered in its pulsing impact and she lowered her body. Her new lover followed, and soon they were on their sides spooning, his shrinking credibility slowly sliding out of a fired, messy pussy.
They’re breathing regulated, and she pulled his hand tight around her. He snuggled his face into her shoulder and kissed her softly. She moaned with bliss. Her husband was a wonderful lover, but he was so serious. Getting him to be playful had always been a challenge.
She always preferred sex as fun for her partner and her together. This new lifestyle of being a queen of spades allowed more surrender to the joy. Not fully submission, just a relaxing of control. Her best friend told her that that’s why her orgasms were bigger now.
His kissing increased in passion, and she turned her head to meet him. Her full lips met his with a gentle aggression. This guy was a great kisser.
They stayed like that for a few minutes. Just kissing and looking in each other’s eyes. The words were unnecessary because the reality was indisputable. This was really great sex.
She turned into him and gently pushed his chest. He lay flat and she started kissing down his body. Diana memorized the curves, his dips, his muscles. She loved tasting his skin and swirling her tongue around his navel. Her fingers gently stroked his thigh, and she felt him open his legs. She cupped his hot scrotum and gave it a gentle squeeze. Oh yes, he was ready for another.
She took him in with a full cheek-hollowing suck. She gave him her master level best and soon had him squirming and moaning her name. She loved sucking black cock almost as much as she loved it inside of her pussy and ass. The magic however, was snapped back when his phone began to vibrate with a message.
“Sorry, it’s my buddy. We had plans for later and… Sorry, just let me take care of this.”
He actually started texting as if it was the most normal thing to do when a sexy, skilled woman twice your age was sucking your cock. ‘Plans for later?’ She wanted to be irritated, but remembered that he was only 21 years old. And apparently easily distracted.
He tossed his phone and looked down at her with an expression of ‘did I do something wrong?’
She gently shook her head and smiled, and deep throated him with one thrust. That got his focus back.
Zach’s second load was easy to coax when she began pushing a finger into his very tight ass. He told her later no one had ever done that to him. She knew all of the tricks. He was soon pulsing and grunting “fuck” repeatedly. His load was not as big as the first one in her pussy, but it tasted fantastic.
She lay on his chest, licking it off of her chin when he spoke, and it rumbled through her back.
“Based on some of the stuff you said over these last couple weeks I did something. I hope is acceptable. I, uh, I invited a friend over so maybe we could, I don’t know, share you?”
She was surprised and turned to stare at his face. He had the look of a back row student who had been caught doing something wrong by the teacher.
“You bored, baby? Want to share me already? You want a threesome?”
He opened his mouth and nothing emerged. She thought it was incredibly cute. “I’m not bored. I wanted-“
She let him off the hook. “If you vouch for him, I’m all for it. When is he getting here?” she said the last as she slipped out of the bed heading for the bathroom.
“Like, ten minutes?”
“Great, give me a moment to use the bathroom and freshen up. Make sure you have a little lube ready. I love a good double penetration.”
She laughed at herself as she headed for the bathroom. She knew just what these guys wanted to hear. And she wanted to hear it as well.
A quick modest, clean out and washing of her inner thighs, was followed by a check on lipstick and another spritz of her perfume.
She heard young men’s voices through the door and she knew “the friend” had arrived.
One last check in the mirror, and she turned and opened the door. Rather than walk in, she struck a pose in the frame, her flat hands up above her head on the side sides of the door jam. She had her hip cocked slightly and was arched to make sure her tits looked their natural best.
Zach stood with his robe on talking with another fine young black college student. Shorter than Zach, in fact, near Diana’s height, he was thinner in bulk but certainly fit. Her pussy fluttered and saliva filled her mouth.
“Hello, sweetheart. I’m Diana.”
The young man let out a soft whistle and looked back to his friend with a small head shake. It was all the confirmation she needed.
“Trey. I’m Trey. Nice to meet you, Diana… fuck…”
“That is the goal, baby isn’t it?” She put on her best swagger and walked towards the two young men. She turned to Zach and opened his robe. She began kissing down his chest while stroking his already excited shaft. She was in a classic catcher’s squat, her heels helping her legs look incredible. Her wide and dripping pussy was a mere three inches from the floor.
She sucked and stroked this youthful, brown and purple cock. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her again. She looked to the side and saw that the new man in the room was a bit dumbstruck.
“You best get naked, sweetheart. ‘Cause I want to taste what you’ve got in there. And if you don’t do it, I might rip those nice new jeans you have on.”
She wasn’t often aggressive with her regular lovers, in fact rarely. But these guys needed some guidance and she was happy to be the mom in the room for the moment.
As if on fast forward, Trey was naked in less than a minute. He had impressive equipment; not as big as his buddy’s, but it had a delicious curve and a fantastic fat knob.
Without letting go of Zach, she wrapped her hand around this new play toy. It was exceptionally hot. This boy was ready to blow. She took the fat knob in her mouth, loving how it filled her oral cavity. Her tongue swirled around the head and she savored a different flavor. She often wondered if it was diet or genetics but when sucking and swallowing didn’t really give a fuck. As she stroked both, she was trying to decide which one would get her pussy first.
She popped off and took Zach back in her mouth, but reconfigured her body so as to hold onto his thighs. She arched her ass up in invitation.
Most men would just dive in, but these guys were friends. The dialog made her smile as she kept sucking and sucking.
“You good with this, bro?”
“Yeah,dude. Go for it. She’s hot as fuck.”
Trey dropped to the floor and had to kneel himself, but he didn’t care. He lined up the fat knob of his cock and found Diana to not just be ready, but actually aching for it. As he pushed the fat head in, he was shocked by how her internal muscles dragged him the rest of the way. He pushed with his pelvis and with a ragged gasp was fully embedded.
Diana pulled off of Zach for just a moment but didn’t stop stroking. “Oh yes, so nice! You’re hitting all the right spots, baby. Go for it, fuck this queen of spades and let her know why she’s part of the club!”
Needing no more encouragement, the youthful new arrival grabbed hold of Diana’s waist and began a strong rhythm of a pelvic slap every half a second. Zach was loving it and held onto Diana’s head and began to face fuck her. He hadn’t done this before but he knew she could handle it. This woman could handle anything, you could just tell.
Diana let go of his cock shaft and placed the flat of her hands against his thighs. She had taken even bigger cocks than this down her throat. And over the last 10 years, had developed several wonderful techniques for not just accepting such a thing in her body, but squeezing at the right points to give him pleasure. The gag wasn’t pronounced, but she made the noises because she knew most BBC enjoyed the sound. The saliva down her chin and onto her tits was not fake however
She was being used on both ends and she could not be happier. This was actually true feminism: embracing what your lithe body can do and setting it free.
Behind her, Trey was not going to last long. He was already making higher pitched grunts and shorter breath sounds. She clenched as best she could with each withdrawal, loving the smack of his full sac. As was with many of her sex partners, he could not help himself and slapped both her ass cheeks. She grunted and moaned around the throat intruder, completely loving how her large breasts slapped together as her body was thoroughly taken. The combinations of noises created a mechanical rhythm of sex that sent her mind to a different place.
“Ohhh fuuu...!” Trey yelled out. He stopped the movement and Diana felt his cock expand slightly. The familiar twitching of ejaculating pulses filled her cavity, and she went off herself. She didn’t always have simultaneous orgasm, but the excitement of taking a new cock had her thoroughly poised.
She yelped as best she could, Zach’s cock head blocking her larynx from full expression.
He pulled back and she popped off. The end of her orgasmic utterance burst into the room as her lungs filled with desperately needed air.
Trey must have been waiting weeks for this moment, because the amount of batter he was pouring in her could’ve bred 1000 women.
As Trey’s bursts slowed down, she looked up with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, and Zach returned the same. His cock slammed back into her throat, and he vigorously began to bounce his balls off her chin.
Still holding his leg for stability, she squeezed his scrotum and he capitulated. She pulled back to allow some of his cum into her mouth. The rest she allowed to hit her face and neck.
Taking a facial was never a thing with her husband. But she found that her new black lovers almost universally loved it. It was a claiming of her as a mature, white lover. With that emotion in play, she smiled and closed her eyes as he painted her.
***
The apartment shower wasn’t that big, but it was adequate. Just like in a professional adult film, she found herself between two highly oral young men. Zach sucked on her wet nipples moving back-and-forth as if he was afraid letting one go would mean he couldn’t get it back. Trey was behind her, his hands on her hips, his mouth buried between the cheeks of her fit tight ass. He rimmed her very clean asshole, and then plunged into the depths of her pussy repeatedly. She had two very wet, smaller orgasms from his attention and knew a big one was on the horizon.
She held onto a bar on the side of the shower while she stroked Zach’s massive member. She needed it again. This time in her pussy. She grabbed him by the head and pulled them off and kissed him deeply.
“I have an idea,” she gasped out.
With instruction, Trey kissed up her back and lifted her up, Diana’s back against his firm manly chest. His mouth went to her neck and jawline, and soon they were kissing. He held her aloft under the stream of water, her wet well-used womanhood crying out for attention.
“Fuck, baby, yesss!”
Zach grunted as he grabbed his shaft and lined it up with her open hole. He soon was fully up into her, her hips slightly tilting to take him all the way. With Trey kissing her and helping to bounce her on his best friend, she fell into a zone of complete surrender. Her mind drifted to an existence that was pure ecstasy, and the reason why, after only a couple of years of enjoying BBC, she knew she could never live without it. This was flashing white lights, complete serenity, and every nerve of her body, alight with passionate arousal.
The wet slapping of her new young lover filled the bathroom and drove her to the big climax she knew was waiting. As she shook and spasmed on this incredible young man, she was thankful that Trey was leaning against the wall and holding her tight. If not, she would’ve collapsed to the floor in a wet heap.
***
After cleaning up once more and drying off, the trio ended up at the small kitchen table, eating a pizza of all things. The mother in her rolled her eyes at seeing there wasn’t much healthy food left in the refrigerator anyway. She was wearing a bathrobe she was highly familiar with as she got it from KJ’s room.
Strangely, it wasn’t until this moment that she realized her son had never come home as she expected.
“Where’s KJ? I expected him to be here.”
Trey looked shocked. “Seriously? That’s…fucked up and hot.”
Diana smiled and patted his hand. “In case you haven’t noticed, sweetie, I’m full of surprises.” She ripped off a corner of her piece of pizza and put it in her teeth. She kissed, giving him her mama bird impression.
“She is pretty wild,” a familiar voice said from the doorway.
Diana pulled off and smiled at her first born.
“Hope there is enough pizza for me. I mean, you guys hogged my mom all day, I think I deserve a few slices.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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