EXCERPT 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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