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Nancy and Lance

Collected by Djian
updated sep 24 - 2010

WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

M+/f, D/S, incest, humil exhib, Gang Bang, spank, rough

Nancy and Lance
By Mattwatt

wattmattwatt43@gmail.com

NANCY AND LANCE (The Time Of Lance)

The dusk was slowly crowding around the car as Nancy Sweet made a slow progress homeward. She asked herself, for the thousandth time, why she ever got herself mixed up with this group with its incessant meetings. And the pain of it was that they were meetings that she needed to attend in order to be able to function in the local group at home, which she did particularly enjoy.

She'd found that, with Derrick gone she'd had too much time on her hands. She did work but Wayne had left her, when he died, well enough off that she didn't really need to.

"The place nearly ran itself these days," she thought. "A good testimony to Wayne's energy and simply forward thinking."

But once Wayne had died, Derrick was Nancy's focus, and now he was off to college, a fact that was increasingly hard for her to swallow. And she was left alone. Alone in the big house, alone with her thoughts, and her moods.
Wayne had been sick for a long time; or so it seemed, before he died. And for an equally long time, Nancy had fulfilled the role of care giver instead of wife and lover.

At times the loneliness almost smothered her. What is more, the loneliness pushed her farther and farther into her own world of fantasy. A world that she always recognized, from the time that she was a girl up to now but which she had always kept at bay.

But her private thoughts at night were populated with those fantasies, as she searched the internet for photos, or, more importantly, stories of women being taken advantage of, stories of women, older women----always older women, 'like myself,' she'd say frequently, but older women who gave in to their fantasies to be submissive. But normally it was submissive to someone younger or even just young.

These thoughts and desires confused her at times but she never tried to deny that they were there. And she saw herself as a kind of ghost in chat rooms, and story sites. In chat rooms where she could encourage young men or even teens to order her around and talk dirty to her. Those kinds of contacts had become the focal point of many days, and nights for Nancy.

There were, of course, steps that she had not yet taken. She hadn't started chatting with the video camera; she was just afraid of how much she'd humiliate herself then. She hadn't allowed herself to get into phone sex for the very same reason. But those possibilities, looming out there, were certainly constant temptations.
Nancy was wound these days really tightly!

But she was going home now. The meeting had been boring. There was always the hype about the organization and all that. There was always a significant number of things that they were told that they should take home to the local organization. It seemed to be the same kind of stuff every single time, and Nancy had gotten to the point where she just hated to go.

But she was conscientious to the organization; she'd given her word to do these kinds of things, at least for a while, and she'd do them too. She was that kind of person.

She had also decided a while ago that she needed something to keep her interest, to keep her focused. She carried, in essence, a special secret to these outings that occurred all too often. She simply allowed herself to wear underwear, bras and panties, that were salacious, sexy, down right slutty. She loved it, and looked forward to picking out her 'outfits' for the meetings.

Nancy was tall, 5'9", and not slight by any stretch of the imagination. She had short brown hair, and weighed in at about 130 lbs. She thought she had an ass that was too large, but Wayne had always insisted that her ass was one of her best features, and it was balanced by her 36c breasts, which made her, in fact stunning.

As the time went on after Wayne's death, Nancy tried to constantly weigh the offers for dinner etc against her fear that someone might be trying to go out with her from an interest in her money. That combined with her devotion to Derrick had kind of closed her up and led her farther into her sweet fantasies.

She was certainly wound tight.

But now she was on her way home, and, unknown to herself at the time, she was about to be unwound.

For today's foray into the world of organizational hype and clammer, Nancy had worn a conservative, yet chic, gray suit. The skirt was about two inches from the knee and sported a row of ivory like buttons up the side to the waist. The suit jacket had open lapels, which were fairly wide apart, too wide to cover the inevitable show of her large tits, Nancy had worn a long and colorful silk scarf that was tastefully tucked into the front of the suit jacket.

But underneath it all she had a pair of red thong panties on. The thong had a simple red string that came up the back of them, and fitted neatly into the crack of her ass. It did little or nothing to hide Nancy's pussy hair. She didn't believe in shaving her pussy. She like the curls to force their way out beneath the edges of her panties' front patch. The very thought of this warmed her.

It was almost a disappointment to her to not be showing any vpl. She liked vpl very much.

Every time that she moved she was reminded by that red string running up between her ass cheeks that it was there and in the process, during the day, her pussy was constantly wet. She looked forward to rewarding her self for the conference with a long session with her fingers in her pussy that night.

The bra was a small thing that had red material that covered her rather large nipples and not much more. The bra and panties lent an air of decadence that Nancy clung to, and promoted for herself. She knew that sooner or later she'd let someone into her secret but she also knew that it had to be the right person.

She knew herself well enough to know that she was not really looking for romance.

"Hell," she thought, "I'm looking to be dominated. Don't win my heart with flowers and a good dinner out. Order me to take my fucking clothes off and I'm yours."

The thought caused Nancy to laugh out loud at her own coarseness.

She had been passing some houses now; they were way out here in the distance from town. At least one of them must have been hosing a party, due to the cars around and the din from the place.

She smiled at the thought of invading and seeking 'her destiny,' which she melodramatically called her fantasy, but knew she was 'too old'. At 38, she knew she'd be a 'granny' to this group. She smiled and kept on going.

A mile or so from that spot she passed a kid hitch hiking. It only dawned on her, as she rolled past that it was a friend of Derrick's. She hit her brakes and brought her Lexus to a stop. Then she backed up a way to get closer to where he was.

The kid ran to where she'd stopped to wait for him. She knew who it was then. Lance Raines. A good friend of Derrick but a few years younger, maybe, she would guess 16 or 17. He was handsome and sure of himself,and always gave Nancy a kind of flutter due to his sometime outrageous flattery.

He got into the car, and said right away:

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the sweetest of the Sweets; what a treat to see you."

"Lance," she said fairly brightly, "What the heck brings you way out here tonight?"

She thought a moment and then said quickly: "Oh, I bet that party!"

"Not only lovely," he said grinning at her, "But also smart; what a woman!"

"Lance," she said with mock severity, "Just cut the . . .the you know what, and tell me what you're doing out here."

"Now, now, lovely Mrs. S, you're beginning to make Mommie sounds here."

She was a bit abashed at that, and added:

"Gee, I guess I am; I'm sorry, Lance, I just was a little concerned. You're one of mine, you know."

"Well that's great to know," he said back to her, "Are there privileges attached? Do I get to kiss Mommie goodnight!"

Nancy laughed: "You are certainly tonic for a girl's ego; I'll say that about you, you outrageous thing."

"Seriously, Mrs. S, yes, I went to the party, and it was awash with drugs, and I just didn't want to stay."

"Lucky for you that I came along, when I did!" she said back to him.

"Are you kidding? Looking the way you do tonight, lucky is hardly the word for it!"

She laughed again, and said: "Are you always this way with all the Mothers? Or am I a special target?"

"Hmm," he mused, "Nice choice of words; do you feel like a target, Mrs. S?"

Nancy blushed then. Finally, she answered:

"Well maybe that's a figure of speech; but answer my question."

"Okay, Mrs. S," he said right back to her, "I'll answer yours if you answer mine. You first."

"I don't know," she admitted, "It's just that you pay me such outrageous attention."

"Yeah," he answered, "But look at you: you're young, you're beautiful and you're stacked!"

"Lance!" she said with surprise.

His answer was to laugh: "I guess people don't usually tell you that you're stacked."

She was smiling now, hopefully to herself but smiling nevertheless.

"Well, no they don't."

"And do you mind?" he pressed her, "Does it make you feel bad."

She reached out to him and stroked his cheek.

"No, sweetie, it doesn't make me feel bad, and I don't really mind. It's just that compliments like that are so few and far between these days."

"You're blushing!" he said, "I like that."

"Geez," she said with mock exasperation, "You know everything."

He laughed then: "Mrs, S, no, I don't ; not yet at least."

"You're incorrigible," was her next answer to him.

"Ah," he answered, "You're getting to know me a bit."

"Yes," she returned, "And is seems that you're getting to know me a bit too."

"To answer your question, no, I'm not this way with all women; just the special ones."

"I see," she said but continued to think about what he'd said.

Then he broke in with:

"Hey, how's Derrick the mad man doing?"

"He's fabulous," she said with great joy, "He loves the university."

"Cool," he answered, "But you must be lonely in that big house."

"Well," she admitted, "It is that."

"But where have you been," he wanted to know then, "That you're all dolled up?"

"Oh," she answered with some exasperation, "I was at one of those f. . .damn meetings that I go to."

"Wait a minute," he said then with a bit of authority in his voice. "That's the second time that you've corrected yourself in the middle of a sentence. "Chill out; just say what you were going to say."

"Do I have to?" she wanted to know then.

"Yes, you do," he answered.

"Okay, bossy," she answered, but they both noticed the fact that she was going to do what she was told to do. "I was at one of those fucking meetings that I go to."

"Better," he said triumphantly, "Much better. But how do you stand those?"

She just giggled then. It was involuntary but she giggled.

"Okay," he said then, almost ordering her now, "Pull over."

She glanced at him quickly with surprise but did as she was told; she pulled over.

"There's a secret here and we're not going to have these secrets, are we?"

She sat and looked at him; she was conflicted. She really felt that she should do what she was told here. That repressed, rebellious but cosseted part of her was starting to make its presence felt.

"We're not?" she said in a small voice.

"No, we're not; so go ahead and tell me, we'll both be better off, when you do."

"It's just . . ." she began and hesitated.

He asked gently then: "It's just what, sweet Mrs. Sweet?"

"Oh, it's silly," she said back to him, "It's just that if I tell you a secret like that I don't want to become a laughing stock and have everyone telling dirty stories about me."

She was surprised that she'd even told him that much. But there was something compelling about him, and she felt as though she was beginning to unwind, and let her fantasy self out. She clamped down on that thought immediately.

"Do you really think that I'd go running to tell the guys like some kid?" he asked with a bit of exasperation.

"Well, no, I guess, not, Lance; I'm sorry for that implication. I'm just flustered, and shouldn't have said that."

There was a moment's silence. Then she took a deep breath and plunged ahead:

"It's my underwear!" she said looking away from him.

" Aha, I thought so; but don't you look away, woman!" he demanded.
Her head ratcheted immediately back toward him. She was blushing furiously.

"You go ahead and blush, Mrs. S, but you blush toward me. You were saying something about your underwear."

"Yes," she said fairly meekly, "I wear outrageous underwear to these meetings. It makes me feel good and defiant at the same time. I'm at a boring, boring, hyped meeting and underneath my suit I'm dressed like a . . .you know."

"Stop that!" he demanded, "Someone has to take you in hand to make you relax a bit; say what you were going to say."

"Yes, Lance," she said meekly again, "Underneath my suit I'm dressed like a whore."

"Hmmm, makes you feel good, eh?" he wanted to know, pressing her.

"Yes, it does," she admitted.

"Drive," he said.

She pulled out then back onto the road, and there was silence for a bit.

"See," she said at last, "That's why I didn't want to tell you my outrageous secret; now you're disappointed."

"Disappointed, Mrs. S? Not a bit," he asserted, "Maybe I was just thinking here about turning this into a 'tell and show'."

Nancy involuntarily squealed; the car swerved a bit.

"Hey, pay attention," he said severely.

"Sorry, Lance," she said. "But you do know that I'm old enough . . ."

To prevent her from finishing that obvious sentence, he reached over and put his hand over her mouth.
Without even thinking, her tongue snaked out and licked the underside of his fingers.

"My, my!" he said.

She was abashed: "Lance, I'm so sorry; I don't know what came over me at all. I don't normally do that kind of thing. That was gross."

"Hey, calm down, Mrs. S," he said assuringly, "Besides it was a kind of involuntary reaction. It only really counts if you do it twice."

After he'd said that, he put his hand over her mouth again. She took it as a kind of challenge from him, and snaked her tongue out again to lick the underside of his fingers across her mouth.

"I see," he said grinning now. "You are a bad girl."

She sighed: "Lance, you just bring out the worst in me."

"Well that's the nicest thing that anyone has said to me today, Mrs. S."

They both laughed then. And he continued in a different tone of voice:

"And no more shit about your age; understand?"

She turned her head to him and said, before she thought: "Yes, sir."

"My, my," he said again. "Mrs. S you are definitely coming out here."

"Oh, Lance, I'm tired, and I'm bored, and the meeting wasn't worth the time or even dressing up for it."

"Was it worth dressing like a whore under your clothes for, Mrs. S?"

She hesitated then.

"Talk to me or I get rough," he said with severity.

"Ohh," she said in a voice of concern: "Not while I'm driving."

"Then talk."

"Well, I don't know;" she began, "But I think it's always worth dressing that way."

"What way?" he wanted to know.

She glanced at him briefly, and noticed the determined look on his face. She said to him then:

"You're not going to let me get away with this, are you?"

"Of course not, Mrs. S; you see, the advantage is to me right now."

"Yes, you're right, and I'm confused," she admitted.

"Now there is no reason to be confused; just do as your told, woman," he said, and plainly meant it.

After all the build up and the conversation, this demand from him hit Nancy Sweet squarely.

"Yes, I will," she thought, clearly understanding the implication of her thought.

She smiled at him, after a minute, and said:

"Sorry, I was wool gathering then."

"Thinking about?" he prompted.

"Well, thinking about the fact that I should do that more often, I mean just do what I'm told; that is a comfortable thought for me, exciting even."

"Ah, at last," he said. "Good girl."

He patted her arm as he said that and Nancy Sweet got a jolt of almost electricity from his touch. It unsettled her for a second.

"Then finish your last sentence, like I told you," he said next.

"I mean that it's always worth it to dress like a whore under my clothes; I simply like it."

She hesitated for a few seconds, while he waited, and she said: "See, now I'm blushing."

"About what?" he wanted to know.

"Oh, about saying that I've dressed like a whore; it's the word you know."

"Ah, yes, the word; but, Mrs. S, you're not a whore are you? Someone who has sex and gets paid for it?"

He put his hand over onto her shoulder as he asked her that.

She wasn't outraged in her answer, she simply said to him, as she watched her driving: "No, I'm not that."

He laughed a regularly dirty laugh then, and said back to her: "Then maybe I should sell you to some of my friends."

She looked at him and squeaked, and blushed again.

"Hey," he laughed, "That thought turns you on."

She looked over at him briefly then, and said to him: "Oh, Lance, I wish you wouldn't play with me this way; it gets me riled up and then . . ." her voice trailed off.

"And then what?" he asked insistently.

She hesitated, and he said severely: "Nancy! Don't you dare!"

She felt chastened, especially by his use of her first name. She replied to him: "What I meant was that I get riled up and then ultimately have no way to . . .you know . . ."

He laughed, "Yes, I do know, Nancy Sweet, so we won't do that to you."

She looked at him again, and said: "No?" in a small voice.

"Nope," he said with finality.

She was aware at that point how exciting this exchange with him was; 'he might be only 16 or 17 but he is certainly a 'take charge' person,' was her thought to herself.

"But let's see here," he said then, "Now, this scarf is to add a little color?"

"Yes, it is," she said quietly, not wanting to move as his fingers played with the scarf tucked into the lapels of her suit jacket.

"But maybe," he said, and pulled the scarf away.

Nancy squeaked at that point again.

"I love that sound, Nancy," he said, "Now look here. I think the scarf was doing double duty."

Now the beginning of her tits were plainly in view; they were large and the suit coat did very little to hide them.

"Lookin' nice, Nancy," he said, and made a point of flinging the scarf back into the back seat.

He reached out then and stroked the part of her breasts that were showing. "Let's see if I can produce that squeak again."

She obliged him, as he continued to rub the tops of her exposed tits.

"Nice tits, Nancy," he said cordially.

"Thank you, uh . . .sir," she said, finally getting, she believed, the right ending for the sentence.

He continued to rub his hands over the swell of the top of her tits, which he could see in the opening of the suit coat almost all the way to her nipples. He rubbed and she began to make a sound like a purr.

She was beginning to gasp. She was learning about the bright, kind of sparkling look that she always thought that she saw in Lance's eyes, whenever he was around their house.

"Now, Nancy," he said to her, rubbing the back of her neck now.

"Ohhhhhh," she cooed, "Oh, my neck, my neck is . . .!"

"Yes, I see," he said, continuing what he was doing.

"What now?" she asked almost in desperation.

"Now, Nancy, Nancy Sweet, sweet Nancy," he said, playing with the words as well as the woman now, "Now you drive and you do everything that I tell you to do."

"I do?" she asked in a small voice, almost a clarifying voice with little or no will of her own.

"You do," he asserted quietly.

Then she realized that she had already made a decision here; the will in the car was certainly now his, and she was a part of that. She was going to have her fantasy this night. She was just going to be the one who was, finally, finally, used this night. She confirmed it with him:

"Yes, I think that I'd better just do that; I mean what you tell me to do."

She knew that she probably shouldn’t but right then she couldn’t come up with a reason that was good enough to prevent her from doing so.

Lance laughed then: "I thought so, Nancy, Nancy, so beautiful and so tense, and so ripe but so dressed!"

"What . . .what do you mean?" she asked timidly.

"It's simple, Mrs. Sweet, mother of my pal Derrick; tonight, right now, in this car, while you're driving, and I'm sitting here fiddling with you, the driver, the mother of my pal, I'm going to take your clothes off!"

"Ohhhhhh," she said with that kind of squeak again. "Ohhhhhhhh."

"I thought you'd like that," he said to her. "Now tell me about your whore's underwear. And I'm not going to sell you to my friends, but I might give you to them sometime."

Nancy moaned then, but was still cognizant of the order; she spoke to fulfill it:

"My bra is a red sting bra, it has strings over my shoulders and in the back; it hooks in the front and consists only of small red patches of material over my . . .uh you know."

"Nancy, if you don't use the dirty words, then I'll have to stop this car and hurt you somehow; spank you, use my belt on you, use a twig from the tree."

This made Nancy shake, and he noticed that. He laughed again and said:

"My, my that makes you excited, doesn't it?"

"Yessss, it does;" she said, "Yes, sir, it does."

"Do it again, Nancy, and use the words."

"The red patches of silk just barely cover the nipples on my tits."

"Better," he said, "Much better." As he said this his hand went to the first button on her suit jacket and unbuttoned it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she squealed, "You're really, really going to . . ."

"Yes, Nancy," he said with a voice of control, "I really, really am."

Then he proceeded with the next button on her suit coat. It began to gap open enough now that he could see the red silk patch that covered her erect left nipple.

"Hmmm, look at you, Derrick's Mom the whore!"

"Please," she said in what she realized might just be her last protest, "I'm not a .. . ."

But just then Lance stuck a finger in her mouth and said: "Nancy, Nancy, with your pretty red bra and tits showing, you are what I tell you that you are."

She sucked on the finger that he gave he, as she drove, and said simply in reply:

"Yes, sir, of course I am. I am Derrick’s mother the whore."

"So now behave, and do what you're told or else," he ordered.

"Yes, sir, I will," she answered.

The suit coat was unbuttoned now, and he started to roll it from her right shoulder.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she exclaimed, for now she realized that he really was going to strip her of her clothes, while she was driving.

She finished her exclamation with the words: "This is so exciting!"

Lance laughed as he said: "I thought so. Now off with this suit coat."

She leaned forward and watched the road intently, as he took the suit coat off of her altogether.

The evening was warm, the vents were open, the air was rushing in on her and she was now driving with a teen aged pal of her son in the car, and he'd just taken off her top to let her drive in her skirt and bra. She was excited almost beyond control.

He moved quickly then to unsnap and remove Nancy's bra. She let out a combination squeak and moan, when he did this. Now the rushing night wind swept across her exposed tits, and made mounds of her nipples. She laughed a kind of contented laugh in her throat.

"This is a fantasy," she crooned, "My fantasy, this is just my fantasy."

"Is it making you wet? Derrick's Mom?" he wanted to know.

"Fantastically!" she said.

"Good," he answered, "I might have to check that out."

"But nice tits, Mrs. S!" he said, running his hands over the slope of her right tit, and grasping the nipple, once he got to it.

"Hold on to the wheel," he said in a commanding voice.

"Yes, sir," was her meek reply.

Then he pinched and twisted the nipple, hard.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!" she shouted.

"Nice language in the presence of a minor!" he chided her, and twisted the nipple again.

"Ohhhhhhh," she shouted again.

When he stopped, she said to him: "Lance, I just have to say, you . . . you make me feel like no one has ever for years and years; I can't remember when!"

There was a silence then; enough that she looked over at him, and asked him what he was going to do next.

"Are you anxious?" he wanted to know.

"More excited than anxious," was her reply.

He smiled then and said to her: "Next I'm going to begin unbuttoning these buttons. "How convenient that your skirt buttons up the side all the way." While he said this, he unbuttoned the first button.

"Mmmm," she crooned at him, "You're just not going to stop until I'm naked."

"That's the idea, babe," he replied, "I want you eventually to be driving this car bare assed naked."

"Oh, I like the phrase," she admitted, "Bare assed naked indeed let it be.!"

The night had closed in around them, as he continued to unbutton the buttons on the side of her skirt. The skirt began to fall to the side, as he did it.

"Lance," she said with a little more seriousness in her voice, "Lance, I haven't felt this alive in so long. If it weren't so damn exciting, and didn't keep me so aroused, I'd be crying about it now. Wayne was sick for so long and . . .and, well, it's just been such a long time."

"Then enjoy it, babe, you deserve it."

"Thank you," she said and put a hand on his hand to pat it, as he unbuttoned another button on the side of her skirt.
Now her entire thigh was visible, and the top of her thigh high smokey stockings. He stopped then to just run his hands up and down the length of her thigh.

"You are a sexy cunt, Mrs. S!" he said.

"Ohhhh," she replied with a giggle, "I like it when you call me dirty names. I've always had this thing about a strong person, maybe a man, maybe a woman, doing things, calling me dirty names and ordering me around. It certainly makes me wet."

"There," he said finally, "The package is unwrapped." He'd unbuttoned the last of her skirt buttons and it sagged away from her altogether. "Lift your hips and ass, and let's get this off of you," he ordered.

She did as she was told, and he slipped the skirt from around and under her. Now she rode with the window opened and the breeze blowing in on her, wearing only her panties, heels and thigh highs.

"How fucking cool is this!" she said aloud exultantly.

"Okay," he said to her then, "Take the next right. It's time for a little parade."

She did as she was told, and drove down a dirt road. He had her take another right and that led to a dirt road that ended in a bit. He told her to stop then. She did, and looked at him for his next order. She was under his control, she was living just then at a level that she'd thought about but not experienced for a long time.

"Get out now," he ordered.

"Out?" she asked in a scared voice.

"Yes, out, walk to the end of the road there in the headlights. Then turn around. When you do reach your hands down and take your panties off. Stuff your panties in your mouth and then walk back to the car. Show me what a slut Derrick's Mom is. Do it! Do it now!"

She got out of the car, whispering to him: "Lance, you magnificent fucker!" and she strode away. The red line of the string from the thong panties was nestled into her ass crack. She swung her hips in an exaggerated fashion and simply strutted along for him, hoping that he was enjoying the sensation.

Then she turned around. She hooked her thumbs over the waist band of the panties and pulled them down and off of one foot and then the other. Now her wet pussy curls were exposed. She wadded up the panties, and, as he'd told her, she shoved them into her mouth. When they were there, she sucked on the pussy flavoring that they had. Then she began her stride back to him and the car. She put all the sexiness she could in the walk to the car. He stood by the car door and waited for her, making a show of pulling the panties slowly out of her mouth.

She arrived back at the car and, as soon as she was there, she just launched herself at him. She took the panties out of her mouth to be able to get at him. Her lips met his, and were open and inviting as they did. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she treated it like a cock, sucking on it.

"My, my, you suck like you know what you're doing, Mrs. S," he said.

"For you, I will do my very best, master," she said half seriously and half facetiously.

He continued to kiss her and let his hands drift down to hold her ass cheeks, as they kissed. She pressed herself against him and ground into him, as he did this. His hands separated her ass cheeks and then stole into the 'narrows' to seek out her asshole, as they still kissed. She grunted with appreciation, when one of his fingers found their goal and snuck into her asshole getting yet another squeak from her.

Finally the kiss was broken and he pressed downward on her shoulder, saying to her at the same time:

"Time to see what kind of cock sucker Derrick's Mom is," he said grinning.

She slid down his body until she was on her knees, She opened his zipper and slipped his erect cock, a very nice sized one, out. She began by licking the head, and then licking down the under side of the cock. Finally she captured the mushroom like head in her mouth and crooned as she began her head bobbing and cock sucking.

"Mmmmm," he sighed, "Nice job, momma."

"Thank you, sir," she said removing her mouth from the cock.

"Hey, suck!" he said in protest and she went back to sucking on his cock.

He grabbed her by the back of the head and began to force his cock deeper into her throat. He had her gagging a bit with his cock down her throat in a few seconds. She came up for air but he pulled her head back onto it.

He was going to cum soon, and rasped at her: "Where do you want it, cunt?"

"Mouth," she managed to say, "And hair and face."

Then her head descended again and had the cock deep into her mouth and throat. He came with a loud noise, and a shudder. At first he came into her mouth and throat. He pulled out and sprayed her face and hair with his cum.

He laughed a dirty laugh then, and said to her: "Let me look in the trunk her for a moment; there's something that we need."

He rummaged around in the trunk until he cam up with what he needed. Then he went to where she stood, looking like some kind of naked goddess.

"Mrs. S, I'm afraid that you're going to have to pay some punishments for being so slow to learn tonight."

"Punishments?" she asked in a shaky voice. "Punishments, sir?"

She was trying to be very, very polite to make whatever he had in mind minor. He went to her then, and had some duct tape in his hand that he'd found in the trunk.

"Good, slut," he said to her with an edge of cruelty in his voice, "Come this way."

"Yes, sir," she said, "But what are you going to do?" she was frightened now.

He noticed it and exulted in it. "This is going to teach you, to do what I say, when I say it! Is that quite clear?"

"Yes, sir' it's really clear but do we have to do anything? I'll promise to be good."

"Not enough," he said; "Not enough."

He'd led her into a small side clearing. You had to know it was there to find it. He put the panties back in her mouth and taped her mouth closed around them. Next he stretched her hands around the back of a tree and taped her wrists together behind the tree. Finally he taped her ankles to the tree, in the same fashion as he'd taped the wrists to the tree.

He stood back and looked at her, surveying his prize, as it were.

"Very fine, very fine indeed. Anyone who happens to come along and finds a big, sexy bitch like you will consider himself lucky indeed."

Then he went right up to her and spoke into her face. "This is a punishment. I won't sell you to my friends, at least not tonight, but I'm going to leave you here naked and bound to this tree to think about doing, in the future, exactly, everything that I say without all the coaxing on my part.

Her eyes were huge; she made frantic noises behind her gag. He went to her and smiled. He grasped her nipples with each hand and twisted them. He heard the signature squeal behind the panty gag then. He grinned.

"When I come back in a little while to get you, I want you to tell me that you will never make me talk to you twice about anything again, ever. Now you think about that."

And he walked away. He just walked away, while she made incoherent noises into the panties that were taped inside her mouth.

She could see him in the head lights of the car. He got in and he drove away. She was frantic; she was scared; she was more excited than she'd ever been in her entire life! This was scary; this was fucking sexy.

It was a half hour; the first half of it seemed like the longest time of her entire life. The first ten or fifteen minutes that she was alone in the dark were a time of believing that she'd been abandoned and no one was coming. She was skating into an abyss of despair. She was sure that he was working out some kind of grudge against her and she was simply left with no recourse. Her imagination played these kinds of tricks on her without seeming end. During that time, in the dark, she promised and promise and promised that she'd do what he told her to do.

Then she somehow got the notion that, of course he was coming back. And the treatment, her being stripped in her own car, walking the road in the headlights, being taken into this little clearing, all of it only led to this moment. It gave it a new perspective for her. The eroticism of it replaced the fear of being left; the feeling of being forced to stare right into the actual face of the fantasy that she'd been silently tasting but firmly pushing away all these years, replaced everything, and she became hot. She knew he was coming and she was going to be hot for him. This was the way her fantasy was supposed to go, and she was going to ride with it.

Then she saw the headlights approaching. She was silent, in case it wasn't her car. But she recognized the car,as it stopped. Her heart jumped within her.

He came into the small clearing: "You still here, Bitch?"

She shook her head violently 'yes' to let him know that she was; it might have been a stupid question but she was going to do everything that he wanted, absolutely everything.

He removed the tape from her mouth, and she spouted words in a torrent:

"Never, never, ever will you have to talk to me twice, tell me to do something twice, I swear, Lance, sir, Master, I swear, never, never,ever," she absolutely babbled.

He had her released then, and she sunk to her knees. She leaned her head down to him, and she sat back on her heels then. There was a smile on her face, and she, on an impulse, lowered her head and kissed his feet. She ran her tongue along the length of his shoes, and back. Then she went to the other shoe and licked it also.

It left Lance laughing hard. "Oh, wonderful!" he said, "At last the bitch understands."

She looked up at him and shook her head violently 'yes' again right then, and she spoke up:

"There is no way, Lance, that I can say anything that comes even close to helping you understand what this means to me. Just no way. This has been in my mind and a matter of my fantasies for so long that I never thought it'd happen. I realize that I keep saying it but it's so true for me."

He smiled at her, his 'in charge' smile, and said: "Hey, babe, a lot is going to happen. Now turn around and grab that tree."

She didn't need to be told twice; she did it, wrapping her arms around the tree. He broke off a tree branch and spoke up:

"Now this is not part of your punishment; this is only because I want to do this.” Every three strokes, I want you to turn another side to me so that I cover your back, front and both sides. Do you understand?"

She shook her head 'yes' for him again, but now she was shaking. He slashed the stick at her, landing it on her ass, causing her to just barely conceal her wail. He hit her twice more with the stick on her exposed ass. Then she turned her side to him, and got three more strokes from the stick. She was crying out with it now. She jumped and almost fainted, when, as she turned to the front, he slashed her across the tits, landing a blow on her nipples. The next went to her belly and the last in the front went to her pussy. And then it was the other side. He threw the switch away and pulled her naked form to him. She quivered, and shook, her nose was running and she was crying but she said clearly to him:"Thank you for that, sir."

"You're welcome, slut," was his answer.

Then they went to the car. She walked in front of him; she wiggled her ass for him. He looked for a moment and seemed to make a kind of decision. He stood outside the car in front of it; then he took her hands and directed them to the hood of the car. He pushed on her back and pulled on her hips so that he had her in a position bent over from the waist. Then with no warning, he slapped her naked ass; he slapped it hard.

She'd thought that the beating was done. It was apparently what he wanted her to think.

"OOOOOO!" she wailed.

"Hands on the car," he demanded.

She kept her hands where she was supposed to.

He slapped her again, the other ass cheek this time. Watching her wiggle that ass in front of him almost made this necessary for him.

She was somewhat ready now, though, and just 'yipped' and jumped. She even wiggled her ass at him now. The combined heat of these two beatings were working on her like a potent aphrodisiac.

"Hmm, Mrs. S likes this, I think. Don't you?" he asked grinning down at her naked form.

She wiggled her ass again, as another blow fell on it and another and another.

She was moaning now, as he continued to spank her. The heat from her ass was spreading and she was coming under its influence. She just groaned and groaned as he finally stopped the spanking. But then with no hesitance, he pushed his cock into her streaming pussy. He'd gotten her ready. Both of the beatings made her ripe for this moment.

She grunted again and pressed back against him. He held her by the hips as he ground into her, and bucked against her.

"Fucker," she wailed, "Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkeeeeerrrrr!"

She moved against him, and simply let him do it to her.

"Fuck me!" she wailed, "Fuck me hard; fuck me fast; fuck me rough! Oh, shit, Lance, sir, Master, do to me whatever you fucking want. Sell me to your friends; give me to your friends; piss in my mouth; ohhhhhhhhhhh, I just don't care as long as you fuck me like this!"

Then she came in a tumble of noises and desperate motions, he came and as he came he clung to her with his cock all the way in her pussy. He held her like that until the last of his spasms were over. He leaned down and clung too her, keeping his prick inside of her for a bit.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," she moaned, "Mr. Lance, Mr. Lance, I don't know who taught you but you've learned so well."

"You sound contented, Mrs. S," he laughed at her.

"Contented, enthralled, captured, you name it; if you don't watch out, you'll get yourself a slave."

"Hmm," he answered, "Not a bad idea."

Moving away and turning to her, he said, giving orders again: "In the car now; I'll drive. Put on your panties, that will be enough for the ride home."

This shot a thrill through Nancy to be going home naked except for panties, thigh highs and shoes.

She said a quick: "Yes, sir," as she put her panties on and got into the car.

He drove, taking them back out onto the highway. There was almost no traffic this time of night at all. He drove and thought a while. She didn't want to intrude on his thoughts, so she sat silent. Finally, he seemed to have made a decision:

"I know what we'll do," he said to her. "Let's just go over here."

Saying that he exited the highway into rest area. As they entered the rest area he noticed that they were one of only two cars there. He pulled up so that he was next to the other car. As they pulled up, they could see an elderly man get out of the car and go toward the men's room.

He turned to her and said: "Leaving you in the clearing was only the first part of your little test of obedience. Now here's the second. When he comes out, I want you out there to meet him and give him a blow job on the sidewalk there."

She glanced at him and said: "Yes, sir," quickly. She certainly wasn't going to do any back sliding now.
She went out, strutting her nakedness into the night, and waited. Finally she heard the door open and, before she saw him coming, she heard his intake of breath at the site of her.

She stopped him and said, in a plaintive and inviting voice: "Please, sir, my master has ordered me to give you a blow job. Would you please, please allow me to do that?"

"Is this a joke?" he wanted to know, "Or a trick?"

She looked at him and said earnestly: "No, sir, I promise; I'm a new sex slave and I need to do this to prove my obedience to my master."

Here she sunk to her knees in front of the man, kneeling on the cement.

"Please," she said again, and now the man stood in front of her.

She unzipped his fly and took out his cock. She swirled her tongue around the head.

She looked up at him and said quietly: "Tastes wonderful; tastes like you just pissed."

"I did," he replied in a strangled voice.

She began to suck in earnest then, bobbing her head up and down on his cock. She forced her head down onto the cock, so that her nose ended up in his pubic hair. She had him moaning and thrusting his hips at her by then.

She grabbed his thighs and let him use her mouth and head as he wished. He came with a long series of moans, holding onto her hair as he did.

She cleaned him up with her mouth, and then getting up, thanked him.

At that point the man seemed to be ashamed, for he got into his car without another word and left.
Nancy strutted over to where Lance was waiting for her.

"Did you hear?" she wanted to know.

"Yes, I did;" he said, "Good slave. Get in and let's go."

He drove for a bit, and she reached over to his thigh; she rubbed his imprisoned cock; felt around it, and rubbed his balls. She felt it growing again.

"May I please?" she asked politely.

"Sure," he said, "You seem to really love sucking cock."

"Ohhhhh, I do," she wailed at him. "You've released something so restless and carnal in me. It's just so delicious."

Then she unzipped his zipper and fished the cock out.

"I've always wanted to do this; I mean this way. You know, blowing the driver of a car," she told him, as her head descended to his cock, which now smelled of her own pussy. "Mmmm, nice smell, nice taste," was her comment as she drew the cock head into her mouth.

She sucked him off more slowly this time. Taking her time, looking up and taking the prick out of her mouth; kissing around the head, and licking the length of it. Then she sheathed it with her entire wet mouth again.

They were coming into town now. Lance took a round about route to her house. He spied, on a side street near some hang outs, a few guys, his pals, who'd been at the party.

He pulled up at the curb and said to them, while they were on the side walk:

"So, how was the party?"

"Hey, man, where'd you go? And where'd you get the wheels?"

Someone else said: "Too much blow there; we left."

By then they were standing at the door of the car.

"Fuck me!" one guys said, "Who the fuck is that?"

"I found my own party," Lance said.

Then he grabbed some of Nancy's hair and said: "Be nice, Nancy, say 'hello'."

Nancy raised her head, with hair streaming in her eyes, and said: "Hi, fellows; you'll have to excuse me but I'm a little busy right now."

She lowered her head and continued bobbing it up and down on his cock.

"Shit!" was the final comment as he pulled away from the curb with Nancy still giving him a spectacular blow job.

"That was so cool!" he said, exultantly.

"I'm glad that I could help you out," she grinned up at him, and went back to finish the blow job.

He came in her mouth, as she clamped down on his prick to savor all of his cum, and keep it in her mouth, and then swallowing.

"That was wonderful," she said to him with an elaborate grin on her face to prove what she'd said.

"You really know how to suck a cock!" he said to her, as a compliment.

"Glad to help but I'm out of practice," she winked then at him.

"I can probably manage to give you some practice time.”

"Oh, how wonderful," she said brightly.

They'd come to her street, and finally to her house. Then they were in the garage, and the garage door was shut.

"Why don't you come in for a shower before you go home?" she asked him.

They went to the master suite and showered together. As the water ran down over the two of them, he knelt and began to lick between her thighs.

"Mmmmmmm," she sang, while her ate her pussy.

He hung onto her ass cheeks, as he continued to eat her, lapping at her clit inside of her cunt with his tongue until he brought her to a climax again.

When they were finished showering, he held on to her. His cock was rising again.

"This is way beyond wonderful," she said as she held it. "What do you want now?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he said decisively.

"Ahhhh," she said, "I've only done that once."

"In the garage," he said, "It'll make it feel down and dirty."

She took lotion, and went to the garage with him. She bent over with her hands on the hood of the car, presenting him with his target.

He began by playing with her asshole, inserting a finger and then two.

She grunted as he did this, leaning back into this exploring fingers. Then he lathered his fingers and rubbed them up and down the surface of her asshole.

"Ohhhhhh, I could get used to this," was her comment, as his fingers continued their preliminary work on her.

"You'd better," he said back to her, as he fitted his cock head to her asshole and pushed.

The breath exploded from her, as she dealt with the sudden pain, and the overwhelming heat of having his cock in her asshole.

"Slowly, slowly, please, until I get used to it."

He laughed and slapped her ass, and kept pushing.

"That's it," she wailed, "Good, good, good; damn it, Lance, where the hell did you learn these things?"

Then her voice simply faded into a kind of grunting, keening noise that she alternated, as he pushed and pushed with his cock up her ass. When he'd cum again, he turned her around and pushed her to her knees saying:

"Now you get to clean it, Mrs. S,"

She took the cock into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it, wetting it and cleaning it. She looked up at him as she did.

When she was done, he dressed.

“You won’t forget about me?” she asked almost shyly.

“Not likely, bitch,” he said with a fierce grin.

“Is that what I am?” she wanted to know, “Your bitch?”

“Yes, if I say so,” he replied, “Derick’s hot mom is my bitch; that’s too cool,” as he left the garage.

It was a few days later that he showed up again. She answered the door, and smiled at him.

“Hi there,” she said brightly. It was obvious that he was in a ‘mood’. He grabbed her by the arm and said forcefully:

“Turn around; hands and knees; crawl four steps and put your head on the floor and your ass in the air.”

It was part of the mystique that they were developing together that she didn’t argue at all. She turned, went to her hands and knees and crawled the four spaces he demanded, putting her head on the floor and her ass in the air, as he had demanded.

She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt that morning. He was right behind her immediately. It took her breath away that he reached in front of her, as soon as he had gotten behind her and unbuttoned her jeans. With one hard pull, he had her jeans and her panties down around her ankles.

“Here it coms now,” he said decisively, fitting his cock to the entrance to her pussy lips.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she said with almost a wail.

“Sing into the carpet;” he ordered, “Hum, make lovely noises.”

She began to almost keen into the carpet, as he started to slap his thighs against the back of hers, and push his cock into her wet, wet pussy.

Dominating Nancy’s mind right then and there was the fact that she was loving this, just loving this kind of treatment. He had gone to, penetrated to a part of her that had been reserved, hidden and unavailable for a long time.

“This is fucking,” she sighed to herself, as she continued to make her noises into the carpet.
Then he pulled out. Her distress was immediate:

“Ohhhhh noooooooo,” she wailed, “Don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop now!”

“Shut up!” he barked at her, slapping her naked ass. (He loved the way she looked with her tee shirt rucked up at her neck and her jeans and panties around her ankles.)

“Tell me, Nancy, Nancy cunt, tell me, Mrs. S, are you a whore? We didn’t get that straightened out the other night.”

“Yes, yes, I am;” she shot back at him immediately in a kind of desperation. “I am, I am; I am a whore.”

“Whose whore?” he demanded to know, rubbing his cock still at the entrance of her pussy, holding off her efforts to push herself back onto the stiff prick behind her.

“Yours, yours, of course,” she said desperately. “I’m your whore.”

“What if I want to sell your mouth or your pussy? What if I want that, whore?” he asked her, pushing his cock head back into the entrance of her pussy.

“Then you do! You sell me;” she said decisively.

“Tell me what you are! Tell me and then you get fucked.”

“I’m your whore,” she said, “That’s what I am; please fuck me. Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaase!”

He pushed himself all the way into her at that point. He increased his pace. He grabbed her by the hips and soon she was singing again into the carpet. He reached up and grabbed her by the nipples as he shoved his cock in as far as it would go. Twisting her nipples, and pinching them brought more strange sounds from her throat, as she neared her climax.

“Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!” she wailed finally, as she came.

He pulled himself out of her then and wiped his cock on her panties, still around her ankles.

“That was wonderful!” she said, moving her head to the side to smile up at him.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked her in a quiet voice.

She looked up at him, from her position on the floor and said to him:

“Lance, you bring out the worst or the best in me, I’m just not sure which, and, yes, I meant what I said.”

He smiled at her then: “Let’s go into the garage.”

She reached down to pull up her jeans and panties, after she stood up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“Pulling my pants up,” was her reply.

“No you don’t,” was his immediate response. “Leave them.”

He loved the way she had to shuffle along toward the garage, in front of him, with her jeans and panties down around her ankles.

“You look so cool shuffling along that way, Mrs. S,” he laughed.

“Thank you, sir,” she said and continued her shuffle towards the garage.

He laughed “Talk to me or I’ll stop, everything.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll tell you,” she hastened to add. “I’ve been like this all my life; from the days of playing cowboy and indians in an old cemetery by the county jail, and always being the settler woman who was caught, and, more often than not, stripped of my clothes and tied to a tree. From that time on, it’s always been a part of my thought and fantasy. Buried, buried deep, I thought, when I got married. I just can’t believe that you can get to the heart of those dark thoughts so quickly. I just can’t believe it.”

“Well, how nice,” he said calmly, Then he had a notion and said: “I know what’ll make you move faster,” slashing at her tits now with the belt.

Without being asked, she flung her hands in the air and gave him access to whatever part of her he wanted to whip.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, shit!” she exploded. “Oooooohhh, gawd, I’ll do anything you tell me to, I swear it, I truly swear it, and I mean every word of it.”

“Okay then,” he said to her, “Get over here. Everything off now. Do it.”

She scrambled to take all her clothes off, finally standing naked.

“Hands in the air,” he barked at her and she complied.

He rummaged around and found some rope; he used it to tie her hands to an open joist in the rafters. She hung there just staring at him. Smiling at her, he picked up her panties and shoved them into her open mouth, gagging her.

Then he retreated to the other side of the garage and called someone on his cell phone.

She made noises behind the panties in her mouth but he ignored her. He waited, walking around her and playing with her, first her nipples, then her pussy, then her ass. Every now and then he’d slap her ass and get a kind of a shrieked response from behind the panties in her mouth.

After a short while there was a knock on the garage door. He went and opened the door and was greeted by a voice saying:

“Hey, Lance, you called.”

“Jaime,” he said, “I’ve got a treat for you and your pals.

Nancy looked toward the door and Lance smiled at her:

“I think that I’ll have you entertain my little brother and his friends. You’ll like that?”

She shook her head ‘yes’.

“Come on in, guys,” he said, “I have something cool to show you.”

The first one to see Nancy hanging naked in the garage by the work bench said:

“Fuck me, look at her!”

“Nice eh?” Lance said.

“I guess,” was the answer from all of them.

“What can we do, man?” they asked.

He laughed: “Everything.”

“You raped her?” came the next guarded question.

“Well,” he said, “Let’s ask her.”

“Nancy, honey,” he said walking up to her naked, hanging form, “Did I force you?”

He took the panties from her mouth so that she could talk. She responded:

“No, sir, you didn’t.”

“And what will you do my friends, Nancy?” he asked, pinching a nipple.

She squealed from the pain but managed to mutter: “Anything, sir; anything at all.”

Lance merely turned to the other three and grinned.

“Go ahead, guys,” he said, “Look at her, feel her a bit; she’s yours to play with.”

They were hesitant at first but then they realized that he really was serious, and with a kind of shout of glee they streamed toward the hanging naked woman. Nancy just watched them approach. She felt it was like being attacked by indians. Then they were upon her, and there were hands everywhere. Hands and giggles, as they felt tits, rubbed and slapped ass cheeks, poked and and felt her pussy. She began to laugh herself at the treatment, and the frenzy and then it was a loud ‘yip’ as one of them bit her ass cheek. They loved that, and soon enough they all had to put their teeth marks on her unprotected ass.

“Okay, guys,” Lance said, “Get naked and I’ll get her down so that you can get at her properly.”

He released Nancy from where she was hanging and left her on the garage floor on her knees. Then she was swarmed again with eager kids, only now they were naked and she was poked in various places now and again by their smallish but stiff cocks.

They were all over her and she descended into fits of giggles eventually, as the were biting and licking and poking at her. She stretched out on her back on the floor and said, with her arms raised in the air:

“Okay, guys come and get it.”

They were on her in a second and now she captured one of those small stiff cocks in her mouth and this was greeted by a:

“Shit! Look at what she’s doing now.”

She sucked on the cock and the kid came pretty quickly. Then she had another, and that was followed by another. They continued to be ready again and eager. She had two of them almost hanging on to her with their mouths working at her nipples, and meanwhile the other one was poking his finger into her pussy. She came thunderously!

This brought a kind cheer from the kids, that they’d brought her off like that. One of them who’d been at her tit was the next one between her legs, only he wanted to stick his cock in her. She opened her legs and let him, while he two friends played with Nancy’s big tits.

This was the way it was for the following 25 minutes or so. She was constantly assaulted by their eagerness, and she met everything with a kind of eagerness of her own, until, finally, Lance got the dressed and herded them toward the door.

Before they left he said: “Fellows, there are rules. You never approach Nancy in a sexual way without my permission!

Understand?”

They all joined in a chorus of ‘yes sirs’, showing that they understood.

“You will always be polite to her, if you see her anywhere! And never mention this to anyone, or it will never, ever happen again, and I will personally kick your asses!”

They were obviously convinced, as they left.

Then, laughing, he went over to where Nancy was still kneeling on the garage floor.

“My don’t you just know how to treat a girl,” she laughed, as he knelt beside her and accepted her arms around him.

“This girl seemed to like the fury of it,” was his answer.

“Weren’t they a picnic?” she said giggling.

Then she turned her face to him and regarded him seriously:

“You certainly have all of my attention; that drive home was the most fortunate incident in my life, since I lost my

Wayne. I just hope I’m equal to your imagination, concern and attention.” She held him tight then, and he replied:

“Nancy Sweet, my sweet, I am completely sure that you are and will be. This is going to be fun.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, “It certainly is.”

II
NANCY AND LANCE CHAPTER II

“Widening the Circle"

Nancy caught herself humming. It stopped her cold. She said to herself in a fairly incredulous voice:

“You’re humming! After all this time, all these years, all this gloom, humming.”

And it was so. She was indeed. The whole scene with Lance, the car, the time in the dark outside of the car, her walking toward the car almost totally naked, it all had had that kind of effect on her. It swept her up in its whirlwind. She was continuously surprised:

After all, he was a year or two younger than her son Derrick. And her absolutely open and giving response to his dominant directions! It all surprised her. The incident in the garage that ended with ‘the invasion of the kids’,as she called it. All of it was certainly out of order for a woman her age. Out of order but just, it seemed, what she needed. And now she was humming again. It was as though life was returning.

She found herself thinking that this isn’t what Wayne might have wanted but it was what was making her happy right here and right now.

For now Lance was gone and she had set out a task for herself and was humming as she went about it.

Then her mind zigged once more to her son Derrick. She knew that she’d have to deal with him about this. They were for a while each other’s total world. At times Derrick had gotten almost angry with her lack of energy, willingness or gumption to get on with life, with maybe dating. He was mature beyond his years and had even taken time to preach to her about having her healthy sex drive taken care of.

She remembered those kinds of conversations, and how embarrassed she’d been to be lectured about sex by her high school son. And now there was this . . .

That thought rang through her head: “Now there was this . . .” She certainly had to agree with that, that ‘now there was this’, and she had to deal with it and knew that she had to deal with Derrick about it also. But she shoved that aside for a moment or two, and went back to humming.

She was in her large walk-in closet. There was a small suitcase, a pink one, in the back of the closet. She wrestled that from its hiding place and had it out on the bed. When she opened it, she smiled, being confronted by a pile of ultra sexy lingerie. It was this suitcase that she would raid to get sexy outfits, panties and bras, garter belts, thigh highs, when she’d go off to meetings and needed the lift of the secret ‘slut underwear’ to help bear her up.

After the trip was over and the lingerie was washed, it was stowed back in its secret suitcase for the next time of need. She was getting it out now, as she hummed to herself an old Loggins song about Winnie the Pooh. It was going into her bureau drawer instead of the pile of white cotton panties and bras that were there.

She was finally, finally reinventing herself. And this was going to be the foundation of that effort. She swept the old frumpy panties and bras from the drawer and began with care to put the sexy things into place. Over the years with Wayne, she’d gotten an entire wardrobe of such sexy things. He loved seeing her in them and she bought them or he gave them as gifts. Now they were, as her mind put it, ‘back in play’. Then she put the pile of discarded undies into a bag for disposal and thought very highly of herself indeed. She was smiling, even grinning by the time she was done.

When she was finished with the task, and the drawer was all ordered, looking for all the world like a rainbow with colors and fabrics, laces and such, she stopped for an idle moment and wondered when Lance would contact her again.

As if on cue, the phone rang.

She picked it up and said a quiet: “Hello?” into the receiver.

“Is this sweet Nancy Sweet?” Lance’s voice asked.

She giggled into the phone. The thought crossed her mind that she must really have it bad, here answering the phone and giggling like a school girl.

“The very same,” she answered playfully.

“And what is the sweet woman doing?” he asked, still rolling out his play on her name.

“I was just tidying my drawer that has panties and bras,” she said.

“Oh, tell me,” he demanded.

She explained to him that she’d retired her old stand-bys and had substituted her sexy things for those.

“Why is that?” he asked calmly.

“Because, Lance,” she said softly to him, “I’m feeling sexy these days for the first time in an awful long time.”

“That’s because you are sexy,” he said. “I’m in for the night,” he continued. “My mom is here and I don’t think I’ll be going out.”

She was tempted to pout about that but told herself not to get silly about this. She did venture a: “I’m sorry to hear that,” comment to him.

He laughed a dirty laugh then and asked: “Why what would you do if I came there?”
She answered in a quiet voice but with sincerity: “Anything that you asked me to do. You do know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sweet Mrs Sweet, I do,” he said with obvious relish. Then as an aside he said:

“Talking to a friend, Mom,”

“Is she bothering you about calling?” Nancy asked.

“She can be a detective sometimes,” was his answer, "But it’s okay."

“Well,” he said getting back to their conversation, “I like the sound of the ‘anything you ask me to do’, babe. Do you have plans for tomorrow?”

“Yes,” she said, “I’m driving up to the university to watch Derrick play soccer. It’s a surprise visit.”

“Bet you’re looking forward to seeing that good looking boy of yours,” he said.

“Oh, I am,” was her eager reply.

“Well,” he went on, “I have an assignment for you, while you’re there.”

“Assignment?” she said back in a meek voice.

“Yes,” and he laughed. “While you’re there, I want you to get laid by a student. Do you understand me?”

“Oh dear!” she replied.

“Do you?” he insisted.

“Yes, sir,” she said back to him, her mind in turmoil now, “I understand you very clearly.” And she did; she just didn’t know how she was going to manage it.

“But when you get back,” he said.

She finished for him: “When I get back it’s anything you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said then. Pausing he added: “What are you wearing now?”

“Sweats,” she said, “And a tee shirt, blue panties, no bra.”

“Off with the sweats,” he said, “Tell me when you’re down to just your panties.”

“Now, sir,” she almost whispered into the phone: “Just panties on now.”

“Good,” he said, “Stay that way tonight.”

“Yes, sir, I will,” was her obedient response.

“Soon,” he said to her.

“Soon,” was her reply back.

Then he gave her instructions about what to do immediately. She was to play with herself and make herself cum; when she had done this, she should send him an e-mail message that said: “I did it, sir.”

She hung up the phone and wondered out loud about why she allowed him to turn her into a sex starved teenager. But she only giggled aloud, when she realized that the description was true.

“Yep,” she said, exultant, “That’s me, Nancy Sweet, sweet Nancy the horny bitch. Going to bed only with my fingers tonight.” This caused her to laugh at herself.

“Horny bitch!” she said severely.

“Tut, tut!” was her next comment and she picked up her tee shirt, and sweats to put them away. She did intend to spend the evening lounging around the house in just her blue panties.

But first she knew that she was going to do what he told her to do. She said by the fireplace in the living room and slouched down in a chair that allowed her hips to be resting on the edge of the chair. She inserted her hand inside the waist band of her blue panties and began to play with herself. He was on her mind all the while: what he did to her, what he made her do, what he called her, what he said about her. By the time she came, with wet, wet fingers still inside of her vagina, playing with her clit, she was moaning his name in a hoarse whisper, and her hips were pumping and she was simply shaking.

She immediately sent him the message that he wanted: “I did it, sir!”

She then attended to the business of getting ready for the trip. She intended to leave early enough to be able to catch the soccer game at the university. She was pleased to include various models of her newly established underwear collection in her packing. She went to bed contented and looking forward to the next day.

She was perky and ready to leave early in the morning for the two hour trip that would take her to the university. She dressed to impress that day in a white sun dress that had an open back and was tight across the breast, showing, at times, her nipples. She wore a simple pair of beige panties with lacy trim and thigh high stockings with heeled sandals.

Nancy stood in front of the mirror and twirled, and said in a happy voice:

“Gonna dazzle my boys today; just gonna dazzle them.”

She stopped for a bite to eat, having given herself the time to do that. When she got to the university and worked her way to the soccer field, she found that the game was already in progress.

During the half time, as soon as the halftime began, Derrick came over to where she was waiting, along with his roommate, Ned; she stood there grinning and gleaming in the sun in her white outfit. She launched herself into his arms and grabbed Ned also saying to them almost fiercely:

“Just exactly what I love; sweaty men! Two wonderful sweaty men.”

“Mom, you look radiant,” Derrick said.

“Yes, Mom, you do,” Ned echoed, as he to clung to Nancy.

“Well, guys, go get ‘em during the second half and then we can party.”

“Wow,” Derrick said, “You’re in a rare mood.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, stroking his sweaty face, “I’m just so happy to see you and your big compatriot here.”
She hugged Derrick one more time and kiss his cheek as they went off to join their teammates.

The second half of the soccer match was exciting and the university won by a single goal. The guys were really happy, when they joined Nancy again. They wandered together, the three of them to the building that had student apartments, where Ned and Derrick shared a one bedroom apartment.

When they got into the apartment, Ned told Derrick that he had some laundry that he was going to do in the apartment basement, and went to do that. Derrick proclaimed himself for the shower. Nancy sat to wait for Derrick.

He left a door open so that they could talk, while he showered.

“So, Mom,” he began, “How have you been?”

“Really good!” she said in response, “Really good, honey.”

“It certainly looks like things have perked up for you,” was his next comment.

He was quiet for a few minutes then and said, almost casually:

“Have you heard from Lance at all lately?”

Nancy immediately had the feeling that something was coming. She said, in a nervous voice:

“Yes, I ran into him not too long ago.”

“Yeah,” Derrick said, “He told me.”

“Told you?” she said.

Then without a hesitation, Derrick said to her:

“Mom, will you get me a bottle of water from the fridge?”

“Sure, honey,” she said and fetched the bottle of water.

As she approached the shower where he was, the curtain was opened just a bit, and Nancy froze in front of the curtain.

There he stood, in profile to her. Jutting out in front of him was a longish, really lovely looking prick.

Nancy’s breath caught in her throat for a second, as she stared in wonder at her son’s cock. She had immediately a raft of mixed emotions.

She cleared her throat and thrusting a hand inside the shower curtain handed Derrick the bottle of water. His eyes met hers and held her eyes for a few seconds, as he took the water from her. Her eyes wandered immediately back to his cock, which he was idly stroking as he regarded her.

Nancy almost went into the shower with him; that was certainly her immediate thought. He looked so much like

Wayne there. But she quickly shook her head and turned her back.

Then Derrick’s voice stopped her in her tracks:

“Mom, come here!” he said. It was not a request at all; it was more like an order.

Nancy reacted, almost automatically. She turned and walked toward the shower curtain. He pulled it open a bit, exposing himself totally to her.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, looking at him again.

“Mom,” he said quietly, “It’s fine; it’s lovely; it’s wonderful for you. I’m glad your getting out and getting back to life.”

“Oh, honey!” she said, and having made an instant decision, whether it was what he intended or not, she shook off her shoes and stepped into the shower with him.

Immediately her clothes were plastered to her skin, showing her big brown nipples, growing taught and pointy, and her beige panties, just barely hiding her pussy hair.

She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, kissing his neck. At first, he didn’t know quite what to do, so , she reached around and took his hand and guided it to her ass.

“Nice,” he said then.

“You’re so big, Derrick,my darling,” she cooed to him, running her hands up and down his back and grabbing his ass cheeks with her hand.

Then she whispered to him fiercely:

“First time, no finesse! First time just fucking! First time just your lovely, big cock inside of me. First time.”

“First time,” he echoed, and said to her: “Bend over and put your hands of the side of the tub.”

She did as she was told, while he flipped her dress up over her back and pulled her panties down and, with her help, off. Then he was inside of her, all the way. She was humming with it, and moaning in her throat, making the noises of a lover.

“Derrick, my Derrick,” she wailed to him.

“Mine now,” he said to her through his clenched teeth. “Not only Lance’s,” were his words, “Mine too.”

“Yours certainly,” she echoed, “His and yours too. Yes, definitely, I am, am, am.”

That’s when Ned arrived. He heard the shower and went toward the noise saying:

“Hey don’t take all the hot water.”

He stopped short, when he saw Nancy, still dressed but with the tie for her dress that was behind her neck, undone, exposing her marvelous big tits, and her dress up on her hips, while Derrick fucked her.

“Oh, shit!” he said and turned immediately, “Sorry.”

“Derrick,” Nancy complained, “Call him back; call him, please.”

“Ned,” he said in a strained voice, “Get back here.”

Ned came back into the bathroom and stared, as Nancy held out her hands and arms to him.

“You’re mine too,” she cooed to him, as he approached, finally standing directly in front of her.

She pulled at his soccer shorts, exposing his cock and took the head of it into her mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Ned said almost involuntarily.

“Fucking amazing!” Derrick said, pumping his cock into her even faster.

The faster that Derrick fucked her, the more furiously she sucked on Ned’s cock. She brought Ned off in her mouth, almost at the very same time that Derrick pushed her into her own orgasm and began to cum. He pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over her exposed ass cheeks, with a loud growl.

Ned sunk to his knees and Nancy simply grabbed the side of the tub to steady herself. With a laugh then, she said:

“My two sweaty men! All mine!” and began to take her clothes off for a shower.

She gathered Ned into the shower and the three of them washed each other. Nancy felt cosseted, and special, as they washed all of her with rubbing hands and invading fingers. During the washing, she was alternately kissing first one of them and then the other.

When the shower was finished, the guys rubbed Nancy until she was dry, and clinging to them.

“Can I take my guys out for dinner?” she wanted to know.

“Lovely idea,” Derrick said, and grabbing his Mom by the naked ass cheek, continued: “Fucking makes me hungry.”

“And I get a chance at that later,” Ned said, grabbing the other ass cheek.

“Sounds like a busy time,” she said. “But I need to find a hotel room.”

“Nooooooooo,” Derrick interposed, “You stay here with us; we’ll just pull the mattresses onto the floor and make it into a bed.”

“Oh goooooooooddddddddddddddddd!” Nancy said, doing a little dance around them.

“My you look nice doing that,” Ned said, and Nancy launched herself at him, kissing him, while Derrick played with her ass.

It was a pizza evening for them at their favorite pizza place. The three of them acted and interacted like three school chums, instead of a mom, her son and his roommate.

In the middle of it Nancy gushed to them: “You two make me feel so welcome and happy. It’s like a gift to this old gal, you know.”

Derrick kissed her cheek and said to her: “Okay, no more of this ‘old gal’ talk, while you’re with us.”
When they were finished they did some walking around the campus, which was lovely in the evening light. Ned offered to go and let the two of them alone but they wouldn’t hear of it at all. Finally, he insisted and Derrick told him that they’d meet him at the apartment in about an hour or so. They were going to have an evening of dvd watching and popcorn.

He left them and Nancy continued to walk with Derrick. Finally, she spoke up:

“Oh, Derrick, do you think that I’m awful? Do you, honey?”

“Mom,” he said calmly, “I’m so glad, so totally glad that someone brought you out of the shell that you’ve been living in. You look wonderful, and all the grayness that has surrounded so much of your living lately is just gone. It’s like the new you or maybe it’s a re-release of the old you.”

“I don’t know,” she mused with him, “There was only ever this kind of sexual thrill, sexual kick and wild sexual outlet for me some times with your dad; it was always there, I know that now, lurking kind of below the surface, and present in my fantasies but this is now part of my real world outlook!”

“I know,” Derrick laughed, and, hugging his mom to him, “How well I know that now.”

“But everyone will think that I’m terrible!” she half whined.

“No, no,” he chided her, “We’re not going to do that; fuck everyone! Fuck their opinion. It’s none of their business.

It’s your life and your sexuality and let them keep their fucking noses out of all of that.”

Then he paused and said: “Sorry, Mom; it just bothers me to think of you bowing and scraping to the opinion of others. I mean, hell, you find Lance exciting; he does things for you and pushes your buttons. Great! Go with that!

Give yourself the experience and the thrill of it.”

“Oh, honey,” she said, hugging him. Then she reached up and kissed his neck, and whispered to him:

“In that case, my love, my darling this is going to be a ‘whatever you and Ned want’ kind of night. We might not ever do it again but we sure as hell will be doing it tonight.”

He stopped to gather her in his arms, letting his hand slip down to cup her ass cheek saying: “You’re on, lovely, lovely lady. You’re on.”

Then he added: “Let’s go look for Ned; he should have some dvds for us to watch by now.”

They found him at the apartment and the two guys settled down to watch dvds on the tv. Nancy excused herself and went into the bathroom. When she came out, it was to whistles and dirty comments from the appreciative guys. She was wearing a floor length black, see-through creation. It had vines that kind swirled across the upper part, almost, but not quite hiding her nipples, and the same effect that didn’t quite hide her pussy hair either. She stood in the bathroom doorway and threw her arms out in a theatric gesture saying:

“Did you boys order a real, live woman for the night?”

“Yes, we did,” Derrick said, laughing, as he moved, along with Ned to the doorway where she was to collect her.

She had about ten minutes then of groping from what she called ‘her favorite soccer players’ and then they settled down for the movies.

When they were finally ready for bed, the guys took their mattresses and made one large bed in the middle of the floor for the three of them. They each took off their shorts and were preparing for bed in their boxers.

“Stop!” Nancy cried out, “We’re not doing this! I know that I’m the hired woman but I have some rights.”

She went on her knees and crawled first to Ned and, grasping his boxers by the waist band, pulled them down and off and then did the same to Derrick.

Then she smiled at the two lovely naked young men in front of her and said:

“That’s the way it will be.”

“Okay then,” Derrick said, “Turn around and fair play. We want you naked.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she exulted. “And you get me any way that you demand.”

She lifted the long black gown over her head and off and went to the two of them for a three person hug. The hands that were on her ass, invading her pussy and tweaking nipples this time were much more insistent. Next lights were out and the three of them went to the mattresses.

Nancy discovered the joys then of being made love to by two young men at one time. She just allowed herself to lay back, participate but let them take the lead. She found it one of life’s richer experiences.

(A part of her brain, a section that would have it’s say, spoke to her telling her that it was more intense, more real and hotter with Lance and his bossy insistence but she shoved that thought away for future reference. For now she gave herself and her body up to the lips that were kissing hers now and then seeking out a nipple, were kissing her ass cheeks and then sliding down looking for her pussy lips, and the hands that were pulling on her nipples, running along her vagina lips and saucily pushing their way into the depths of her ass to seek out her asshole.)

After just a little bit, Derrick, erect and panting, like Ned, said: “Let’s do this.”

He went quickly to the bathroom and came back with something he needed. He then directed ned to lie on the bed. When he was in position, he guided Nancy on top of Ned, so that she sunk her pussy over Ned’s stiff cock. Then Derrick pushed her over so that she was resting on Ned but had her ass still sticking up in the air. He got the thing he’d brought from the bathroom and caught Nancy by surprise, when he rubbed a gob of vaseline around the area of her asshole.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned, realizing what he, her son was about to do.

“Yes,” Derrick said, in a low voice, “You said an ‘anything we want night’.”

“Yes, sir, I did,” Nancy said, “And I meant it too.”

Then Derrick was right behind her with the bulbous head of his cock pressing against her asshole. With a soft thrust he was inside her. She laid her head on Ned’s shoulder, who was quiet for the moment with his cock still inside of her pussy, and she bit Ned’s shoulder slightly, when Derrick was first inside her asshole.

They both worked together, filling Nancy and fucking her at the same time. She was carried away by it. She put her head again against Ned’s shoulder and cried out:

“Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,!!!!!!!!!!!!” with the intensity of it. She rolled her own hips back and forth, trying to coordinate her movements with theirs but was simply swept away by their youthful ardor and movements.

She finally exploded into an intense orgasm, taking both boys with her and collapsed on top of Ned with Derrick collapsed on her back. They moved after a few minutes and held Nancy between them. She lay there with the arms of both Ned and Derrick around her, and she was being kissed on each cheek by one of them.

“Thank you, guys, for that,” she said quietly. “But I think that I have to cry just now.”

They held her as she broke down, after a while she stopped her sobbing to tell them how lovely it was. Then she got up, went to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet washcloth and towel to clean each of them off.

Then it was sleep time. She slept being spooned by Derrick on one side and spooning Ned on the other.

She was the first one up in the morning. She went softly to the bathroom and just looked briefly at the sleeping naked boys before joining them on the mattress. She reached for a held in her hand each of their cocks. With a smile on her face, she bent her head and began to suck on Derrick’s cock. Then she stopped and took Ned’s in her mouth. She alternated like this until both of them were awake and smiling.

“Gee, Mom,” Derrick said, “What a wake up call.”

“Enjoy it, young man,” she said with mock severity and captured the head of his prick in her mouth again, swirling her tongue around the crown and under it.

“Ooooooo, you do that so well,” Ned said, as she paid the same attention to his prick.

One after another she took them all the way into her mouth, and the entrance of her throat and sucked on them until they shot their cum down her throat. She swallowed with little difficulty and went to the other to finish him off also. Only then did she say to them:

“Good morning, boys!”

“Good morning yourself,” Ned said, and his sentiment was echoed by Derrick.

“Shower and then breakfast?” she wanted to know.

They agreed and they showered and then went out for breakfast.

Ned had studying to do and was headed that AM for the library.

Nancy and Derrick spent the time together. They had a very nice, companionable day. What had happened certainly brought them closer together. She wasn’t sure if it would continue or not. She was going to be open about it and honest with him.

“Need to go back today, Mom?” he asked.

“Yes, love, I do,” she said.

“Gonna see Lance soon?” he asked.

“Oh, I hope so,” was her honest answer. “I know it won’t last and that’s fine but it’s so intense right now.”

He turned to her and held her by the shoulders, saying to her:

“Well, you enjoy it while you can.”

That was the note that she took home with her, once they parted.

NANCY AND LANCE Chapter 3
The Game

She had a kind of buzz going all the way home from the university. It had been certainly unexpected but it had also been sweet and, she realized, that she didn’t regret even a minute of what had happened. Her mind played tapes of the encounter with both Derrick and Ned, and it kept her smiling all the while.

She was in a great mood, when she pulled into a rest area half way home. She got out her cell and called Lance. She was really pleased that he answered quickly.

“Hey,” she said, “It’s Nancy.”

“Home from the University!” he said, recognizing her immediately.

“On my way,” was her response.

“Did you fuck a student?” he wanted to know right away.

His forthrightness took her breath away, as usual.

“Yes,” she said meekly in return.

“Good girl,” he answered, “Tell me.”

She did; she felt no reason to keep from him what she’d done. As a matter of fact, she took pleasure in admitting it to him, as almost a celebration of her new found sexuality, her new found self:

“Yes, sir,” she said a little louder and with a little more confidence, “I fucked both Derrick and his roommate Ned.”
He laughed and said to her, with triumph in his voice:

“That’s my girl! That’s the cunt that I’ve come to know and love! Who does what she’s told and does it with gusto.”

“Thank you, sir, “ she said with pride.

“Did you suck their cocks?” he asked insistently.

“Yes, sir, I did,” she replied, smiling at the remembrance.

“Did you get fucked in the ass?” he wanted to know next.

“Yes, sir, by Derrick,” she said quickly.

“Slut!” he said in reply to that.

“Thank you for that,” she said, actually really enjoying it.

“Can I see you tonight?” she asked, “Please forgive me for being so forward.”

“We can deal with such minor indiscretions later,” he said to her first, “But, yes, I’m playing some basketball with friends but you can come over. I want you to look really sexy and juicy,, when you do. Understand?”

“Oh, yes, sir,” she said immediately, “I understand completely.”

He gave her directions and they rang off.

She began her preparations for meeting him that night as soon as she got home. She decided on a sundress like the one she’d worn to the university but this time in yellow. It had a tie around the neck, and a deep open back. Her large tits pressed against the slightly gathered material at the breast. She also wore heeled sandals with it, and decided on going bare legged. Her panties were yellow bikinis. She looked herself over in the mirror and was pleased with how she looked.

She got to the basketball court just as the game seemed to be finishing. She saw him right away, and went to him. He stood there looking a bit morose, when she put her arms around him and said, as she had also to Derrick and Ned at the university:

“Ah, I love sweaty men.”

Then she looked again at him and said with concern:

“What’s wrong? Is something . . .?”

He looked at her and what he said made no sense immediately:

“I lost you!”

She turned to look at him not comprehending at all. She looked around in confusion, while he was temporarily mute.

Three black kids were standing there with huge grins on their faces. The other kids with Lance were looking at the ground.

“But,” was all that she came up with before Lance spoke again:

“We had a game; the prize for the winners was owning you for the night; we lost; they own you tonight.” Here he pointed to the three grinning black kids, as the meaning of what he said sunk in.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” she said, almost in a wail.

She didn’t know if she were completely upset by it or if she should be, could be turned on by it.Contrary thoughts raced through her mind:

“I’m his; I’ve said that; I even as much as agreed to be sold to be used; maybe this is no different.” This was balanced by:

“How could he do this to me?! This ends now!”

But she knew that the latter part, about it ending right there was not the truth. She stood waiting for someone, one of them to decide what she was in for next. She stood like the slave at the market, auctioned, leaving her home and going to where she was sold. The allusion seemed apt to her, and the way she was feeling, all numb, totally numb.
Then Lance took her by the arm, and turning to the black kids, he said: “Rambler, let me talk to her for just a minute.”

“Yeah,” the kid named Rambler said, “Get your woman under control or don’t try to jive us.”

When the went off a little way, Lance was blazing with anger, and Nancy knew it, saw it; it was the final push for her to accept her fate for that night.

“Don’t you dare disgrace me in front of my friend!” he said fiercely. “I won’t have that!”

She reacted immediately. The part of her that had already given itself over to the servitude that she had enjoyed with him came to the front. Before all of the rest of them, and especially before the grinning black kids, she sunk to her knees and kissed his hand, the back of his hand and then his palm.

“This bitch is so sorry, Master,” she said with both conviction and emotion. “Of course, I’m yours to do with as you wish. It’s just . . .it’s just . . .may I speak?”

“Yes,” was his terse answer. (He was still angry.)

“It’s just that I was so looking forward to pleasing you tonight,” she said meekly.

“Then do this; it will please me,” he snapped at her.

At that point she was determined to see this through, especially since he was so upset about it. She made up her mind and went to where the guys were, there she knelt again with her head down.

“This sorry slut apologizes to my master Lance and to you for acting so badly; there is no reason for me to be so strong headed, when he is so good to me. I abjectly apologize to you, Master Lance, and to you all, his friends.

The black kids went wide eyed, when they heard Nancy’s apology.
For her part, she was saying to herself:

“This is the way it is right now; you’ll do this, and play whatever part he wants for you. Get a grip, girl.”
Lance turned again to Rambler and said: “Rambler, Willie, Jace, this is Nancy; she’s yours rightfully tonight.”

He looked at Nancy once and said: “She will do anything you tell her to do.”

It was then that Rambler took over: “Cool, man,” he said, holding his hand out for Lance to slap. Lance did so and, without another glance at Nancy walked away.

“Wait, man,” Rambler said.

Lance stopped and retraced his steps to where they were. Rambler was grinning at Nancy when he said:

“You can take her stuff, man, she won’t need them.”

“Stuff?” Lance asked.

“Yeah,” Rambler said, “Take her clothes, purse, car, that stuff. All we need is the woman, and she don’t need clothes for tonight’s fun.”

Nancy’s breath caught in her throat, and the first glimpse of heat appeared between her legs. Lance nodded and smiled at Rambler.

“Sure, man,” he said, and walked to Nancy.

“Clothes,” he said to the stricken woman, who was only beginning to come around a bit.

“Yes, sir,” she answered, letting her nature, now running rampant, answer for her and burying all thoughts of how dangerous and ridiculous this might be.

The black kids were watching the procedure and grinning. She turned her attention now to them, trying to go with the reality of the situation and please them. Lance, and his friends, had walked off a bit and just watched, fascinated.
Nancy reached around and pulled at the tie that kept up the top of her yellow sundress. Then, eyes on Rambler especially, she pulled the top of her dress down to her waist.

“Nice tits, Momma!” he said with relish.

“Thank you, sir,” was her answer.

“Look at those nipples,” Jace said, and Willie agreed.

Nancy was watching them intently now to see how quickly she should proceed. Rambler moved a step in her direction and grabbed a nipple,pulling it and twisting. It produced a kind of squeak from Nancy and a moan in her throat.

“Momma’s hot,” Rambler said, “Now show us your money maker, girl,” was his next order for her.

She put her hands to her hips and waist, with her thumbs hooked inside of the gathered waist band of her dress, and pulled it down. She did it slowly, her eyes never leaving Rambler’s. Slowly she showed them first her waist, and belly button, then the swell of her hips, and finally the fabric of her yellow panties. Then the dress fluttered to the ground. She stepped out of it and, turning, handed it to Lance, who came to get it. As he did, she sent him an air kiss that only the two of them were aware of. It made him smile.

She turned back to Rambler and the other two then. Without being told she turned on her heels and displayed her ass to them. Her pussy hair wasn’t hid by the soft, nylon fabric of the panties at all.

“Pussssssssssssssyyyyyyy!” Rambler said, spinning the word out as he said it, making it sound sensual and almost obscene.

“Get naked, bitch!” he said next, stepping in to take over the situation again, which had actually been centered on Nancy and her stripping.

She nodded obediently and then used the same kind of motion to push her panties down and off that she’d used on the dress. She held them in her hand and Rambler held his hand out for them. She surrendered the garment to him and he held it to his nose, passing it then to Jace and Willie. They all sniffed at the panties and then Rambler threw them to Lance, who took them.

Nancy stood in front of the six young men then naked except for her heels. She looked with a question to Rambler who said:

“Everything, Momma.”

Then the shoes were off and Nancy was totally naked for them; the thought cut through the fear that had been coursing through her and made her begin to be wet between her legs.This had to be the most outrageous example of her fantasies to day, she mused with herself. But the fear was real and great. She didn’t know what these black kids had in mind at all. Rambler soon showed her.

“On your knees, bitch!” he growled at her.

She sunk to her knees obediently, looking up at him.

“Now you show everyone here whose property you are tonight; you open that lilly white mouth of yours and tell me what every white woman’s mouth is made for, then you ask politely to do just that for me and my boys. Talk to me now, ho!”

Nancy understood and spoke up:

“Every white woman’s mouth is made to suck black cock!” she said definitively.

“Got it in one, bitch!” Willie said almost joyfully.

“Please, sir,” she said addressing Rambler but quickly added, “Sirs, please let me use my lilly white mouth and show you what every white woman craves; please let me suck your cocks right here and now.”

“Good white cunt!” Rambler said grabbing a grip on Nancy’s hair and pulling her face to the front of his shorts. As soon as her mouth met the fabric, and she could feel the hardening cock beneath the fabric, she opened her mouth and kissed the growing cock inside, taking in what she thought the huge size of it must be. She breathed hot breath on it, through the denim fabric.

“Lance, man,” Rambler said over his shoulder, “Got one hot cunt here.”

“You know that, man,” Lance said.

“Wanna watch this bitch do my prick?” Rambler asked then.

“Sure,” Lance answered.

“Get it and do it, ho!” Ramble said to Nancy.

She wasted no time loosening his belt and getting the denim shorts out of the way. His cock was large, fully 5” in its semi erect state.

“Ohhhh,” was the only sound that she could make, looking at it.

“I guess ‘Ohhh’” he said to her.

“Here’s how it’s gonna be, bitch,” he said. “You take all that you can in your mouth and then blink your eyes, when you can’t take no more; then I’ll feed you one more inch before I take it out and let you breath. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” she echoed, “I’ll take as much of your cock into my mouth as I can and when I can’t take anymore, I’ll blink my eyes and then you’ll feed me one more inch before you take it out and let me breath.”

“Good girl,” Rambler said, slapping her face lightly but firmly, bringing tears to her eyes.

“No hands for white bitches,” he said then.

She repeated it after him: “No hands for this white bitch!” she said obediently.

She leaned into him and using her tongue and lips lapped at the head of his cock and coaxed it into her mouth. She spent time first just sucking on the head and running her tongue around the back of the head. She was determined to make this a really good blow job.

“Good girl,” he repeated, “White women are such agreeable cock suckers, when they finally get some black prick in their mouths.”

Her head slid forward then and she began to take the huge cock into the back of her throat. For all of her experience, it filled her mouth and brought a gag pretty quickly. She looked up at him and blinked.

Rambler laughed, saying: “Bitch needs more practice; but we’ll give her that tonight.”

Then he took hold of her head and pushed his cock one more inch into the entrance of her throat, causing more gagging and drooling now, before he released her head and let the prick slide out of her mouth.

This was the pattern for the cock sucking that ensued. Nancy took as much as she could, would blink and be fed another inch. Each time he did it, always with his hand grabbing her hair, he would force her a little more until he had her mouth, drool running from it freely, kissing the muscles of his stomach.

“Bitch’s white mouth is sure full of black cock now!” he said triumphantly, when Nancy’s lips met his stomach.

She couldn’t believe it herself but only opened her mouth and allowed it to happen to her. He guided her all the while with his hand gripping her hair. Soon enough her mouth was tired, her throat sore and still he continued the process of feeding her the monster cock. She had tears in here eyes, her drool was dripping down from her chin onto her tits.

The three of them were laughing at her progress, as he fucked her mouth. Finally, he began to spray his cum into her throat. Nancy took as much of it as she could without any reaction; then he pulled out and emptied the rest of his cum onto her face. He told her to use her fingers to gather the cum off of her face and then lick them clean. She did as she was told.

Rambler turned to Lance then, who was watching with the ghost of a smile on his face, and said:

“We’re cool now, man.”

Lance waved, blew a kiss at Nancy, still on her knees and recovering from the blow job ordeal. She blew him a kiss in return and then turned her attention to Rambler and the other two.

Rambler left her on her knees and took the belt off of his waist. He put it around her neck and tightened it into a kind of leash for her. Then he asked Willie for his belt and told Nancy to put her hands behind her back. She did as she was told. Her hands were fastened behind her back now. They led her, sobbing from fear, off of the basketball court and along a long deserted fence, that was that back end of an industrial chemical kind of plant.

They walked a while, for a time leading Nancy by the leash.

“Keep up, white cunt!” Rambler said to her.

“Yes, sir,” Nancy answered, as she hurried along with them.

Then they told her to walk in front of them. She moved in front of them, and they began to make comments about her big white ass. Jace took the belt off of his waist then and began to use it to whack Nancy on the naked ass with it. Each time he did it, she would make a squeal or a ‘yipping’ kind of noise that made them all laugh. Once they had walked a good way, Ramble stopped them and said:

“Okay, cunt, now earn your keep; my boys here need to have their cocks sucked also.”

A meek ‘yes, sir’ was her answer, although her throat was sore and her mouth also from having taken his huge cock.

Willie and Jace proved, much to her delight, to be not nearly as well hung as Rambler, and she succeeded in sucking them off without the kind of problem that had been the case with the blow job for Rambler. When Nancy was done sucking their cocks, she licked them clean and they walked on with her.

They came to a place where the industrial property fence turned, and they turned with it. This part of the property was darker and had some trees on the border of it. Between the fence and the trees was a path and now and then a space where there was a little clearing in the trees.

“Looks like a good spot,” Ramble said. Then he turned to Nancy and said:

“Okay, white ho, this is the program: we’re going to fuck you here and then we’ll play some little games. Then we’ll take you to some friends of ours who might just appreciate having a naked white bitch to play with.”

Nancy, frightened about the ‘games’, merely shook her head in assent. Rambler slapped her face hard then, and Nancy began to cry.

“Fuckin’ white cunt,” he growled at her, “You talk to me, when I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, “Sorry, sir; I’ll behave, I promise.”

“I guess you will,” he said with certainty. “Just for being so rude,” he continued with a smile, “I’m gonna fuck your asshole.”

Nancy cried a little louder and said, through her tears: “Yes, sir, that will be fine.”

“It’ll be more than fine, girl,” he promised her. “Now you stop that crying or the games start right now and you won’t like them, I guarantee.”

While he watched, Willie and Jace lined Nancy up and one of them inserted his cock in her pussy and the other in her mouth. This actually did turn her on and she fucked them and moaned her way through it. They switched in the middle and she got the slimy cock from her pussy in her mouth then. They went at her this way for fully a half an hour. When they were done, and pulled out, Nancy, without being told now, licked their cocks clean.

“Main event,”Rambler said then. “Get your head on the ground and that fine, big white ass in the air, bitch!”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, “Head on the ground and big white ass in the air, it is, sir.” She assumed the position

He used some of the lubrication in her pussy to wet his cock head and then pressed it against her rosebud asshole. His cock popped into her ass, and she squealed into the ground.

“Squeal you white bitch,” he said, “You’ll squeal a lot more before I’m done reaming this asshole of yours.”

He pushed constantly forward and laughed at the vocal response that he was getting from Nancy, whose cries of “Uh,

Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,” rang through the night.

Willie and Jace both joined the laughter; cheering Rambler on in his fucking.

Rambler savagely slapped Nancy’s ass and shouted at her:

“Ask for it, beg for it, whitey! Tell me how much you like my black cock in your white asshole.”

Nancy, her face still in the grass, did as she was told:

“Give it . . .uh . . .please, please . . .uh . . .give it to me; fuck my white ass!!!!!! Uh, uh, uh, the only . . .uh, thing that white women like as much as a black cock to suck is being . . .fucked . . .fucked . .

.fuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkeeeeddddd . . .in the asshole!!!!!”

The pain from the fucking, from the invading black prick in her asshole was everywhere; it was all encompassing and gradually it took over totally, she was by then speechless and enveloped by the heat produced by the pain in her asshole and his constant fucking. It pushed her into one of the hugest responses that she’d ever had. It wasn’t expected, it wasn’t wished for but it was there and she simply screamed into the night, to them, to the elements, to the darkness, to the stars and to any beings that were sentient and awake:

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK MMMMMMYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

“Fucking cunt it cumming,” Jace said.

And she was; she was simply overwhelmed by it, and, when he had finally cum also and pulled out, to which she responded with a loud groan, which was half relief and half protest, she simply sunk to the grass.
He didn’t let her rest though; Rambler grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her knees.

“Clean my cock, bitch!” he ordered her.

Nancy opened her mouth to take his large cock in and clean it with her swirling tongue and spit. When she finished, she was too tired to do anything but remain kneeling in the grass.

They were talking among themselves then, and she looked up at them, wondering what they had in mind for her next. After they conferred for just a bit, Rambler turned to Nancy and said:

“Guess what, whitey? Game time!”

“Please no,” she wailed, “I’m so tired.”

“You are also ours, cunt,” Rambler said. “Get her on the fence.”

Willie and Jace used the belts that had been on her wrists to secure her to the fence with her arms up over her head, and her on her toes. It was attached so that they could turn her around, should they need to.

“Ready,” Willie said with a grin.

Nancy’s tears started to flow again; she was sure that they were going to hurt her now.

“We’ll give you a choice, cunt,” Rambler said. “Okay?”

Nancy shook her head ‘yes’ and quickly added: “Yes, sir, a choice.”

The very look on his face made Nancy even more afraid. It made her wonder if Lance knew what these black kids were really like, when he made the bet. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by Rambler:

“What we’re gonna do, bitch,” he began with a sneer, “Is burn you.”

“Ohhhhhh, nooooo,” she interrupted immediately. Then she found herself begging and pleading:

“I’ve been good; I’ve done what you want; let you do whatever you said; please don’t hurt me!”

Rambler slapped her and that quieted her immediately. She simply looked on through the tears on her face, as he spoke again.

“No, we’re gonna do it, momma, but you get this choice; you choose which you want:

We’ll set your hair on fire . . .”

Nancy immediately started wailing uncontrollably. Rambler took hold of one of her nipples and pulled it savagely. He produced a knife and held it to the nipple.

“Shut the fuck, or I cut it off!” he said.

Nancy stopped everything; she knew that doing it their way was the only option.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “You were saying.”

“Second, we set your pussy hair on fire; or third, we will use a flame to burn the hairs off of your ass. Choose!”

She looked at them stunned, and said nothing at first. Then Rambler spoke:

“Fine,” he said, “Set your hair on fire it is!”

“No, No, No, No,” she said quickly, and trying to hold back the tears, she said to them, sounding truly miserable:

“Third.”

“Good enough,” was his reply. “Turn her around.”

Will and Jace turned Nancy’s naked body around so that she was facing the fence to which she was attached. Rambler dug into his pocket for something and came out with a lighter.

Nancy looked nervously over her shoulder, as she heard the flame flicked to life. Jace put a hand over her mouth to keep her as quiet as possible. Then Rambler applied the flame to the skin of her naked ass, burning little hairs as he went.

She was jumping, and shaking, and crying out into Jace’s hand. She was almost totally out of control. The burning lasted for another five minutes, and Nancy was screaming and crying into the blocking hand by then.
Rambler stopped and said: “Get her, Willie.”

Willie moved up to Nancy, who was still facing the fence, and with one swift movement impaled her on his erect cock. It knocked the breath out of her, and turned her world upside-down again, as Willie began to vigorously fuck her.

“Unnnn,” she sighed into the night, “Ohhhh, you guys will kill me!”

“Probably not,” Rambler said, “But you’ll remember this night.” He laughed as he finished this.

“Fuck the white bitch, Willie,” he encouraged.

“Yeah,” Jace added, “Give her some black meat to remember.”

Nancy was still almost dangling from the fence, like a puppet or doll, she was driven into the fence with every slam of

Willie’s hips into her. She began to respond, despite the way her ass was burned. She pushed back against him for every thrust of his hips forward.

“Look at the bitch fuck!” Jace said.

“Wild white cunt, is what we’ve got here,” Rambler commented.

“Yessssssssss,” escaped Nancy’s lips, when she heard that, “Wild, white cunt here, sirs! You just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Nancy was again in the throws of an orgasms, as her body took over, pushing out the burning that they’d just done, and reacting totally to the young black kid who was fucking her right that minute.

She howled into the night as her orgasm overcame her, and Willie finished his fucking with one last hard thrust into her. The belt was loosened from the fence and she was brought down to her knees. Willie stepped in front of her and presented his slimy cock for her to clean. She opened her mouth with no word of protest. She just did what was expected of her.

Jace turned to Rambler then and said: “Hey, man, let’s play indian with her.”

“Cool,” Willie said, stepping away from Nancy’s face, leaving her dreading whatever they had planned for her next.

“Indian it is,” Rambler said. “Get the bitch on her feet so she can dance.”

Jace and Willie stood Nancy up and Rambler explained what they wanted next:

“We want you to do an indian war dance for us, bitch; you know with whoops and the palm of your hand hitting your open mouth, and we want you to make it good.”

“I don’t know how,” she protested, but all that statement did was to get her face slapped by Rambler, and brought on a hastened: “Yes, of course I’ll try.”

“We’ll give you some incentive too,” Rambler said next. He took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to Jace and

Willie. Soon all three of them were smoking.

Nancy looked on fearfully, her chin wrinkling to cry again.

“Cry, cunt, and I’ll grind this cigarette out on your forehead,” Rambler warned.

Nancy made an effort to close it down.

“And you’re right,” Rambler continued, “We’ll use the cigarettes to tell you if we like your dance or not. You’d better get started or do you need us to give you some incentive at the very beginning?”

What happened then was a scene straight out of a Fillini movie. Nancy began to imitate an indian war dance with ‘whooping’ and bobbing head and all; she was surrounded by the three black kids who were laughing like fools watching this naked lady do her crazy dance and now and again one of them would touch his cigarette’s burning end to Nancy’s ass cheeks. This would cause her to shriek and dance all the faster and make her imitation war dance more furious. But the cigarette burning continued, now on her unguarded ass and then some from the front on her tits and the front of her thighs. Nancy was alternatingly whooping like a crazy indian and shrieking as she was burnt until she simply fell to the ground in a naked heap.

“Okay,” Rambler said then, “Willie, go get the car, while Jace and I finish with her. Then we’ll take her as a gift to Willard at the club.”

“Cool,” Willie said as he left for the car.

Jace said: “I want my cock in her mouth to get it ready for her asshole.”

She looked up at the two of the still with her and began to plead:

“Guys, I’m so tired, and sore, can’t you please just let me go home now? Please?” And she was trying not to to cry as she said it.

Rambler looked her over and said: “Nancy bitch, it seems that your spirit of cooperation has just gone to pot. Think we’ll have another little game of hang and burn to work on the attitude.

Nancy’s answer was to hasten, on her knees still, to where Jace was standing and take his cock in her mouth without another word. She made really wet sucking sounds, as she got his cock ready. She didn’t want another session on the fence with the lighter, and this was, she knew, the best way.

When Jace was ready, Rambler helped his get her into position, bent at the waist with her naked ass sticking out at him. It took him only a little to get his cock head inside of her asshole ring, bringing a loud grunt from Nancy, when it was done, and then he began to fuck her

It wasn’t anywhere nearly as bad, she realized, as having Rambler fuck her ass with his huge cock. She began to concentrate on pushing back to accommodate Jace’s thrusts into her ass, when she felt Rambler slide his cock head across her lips. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go to accept Rambler’s cock. The pricks inside of her, mouth and ass, totally dominated her and her world right then and there.

Jace was the first to cum, and them Rambler went behind Nancy.

“One more dance, bitch,” he said.

“Okay,” Nancy mumbled.

“Fuckin’ right, ‘okay’, white cunt or we’ll burn you again,” he growled at her.

With tears on her cheeks, she said: “Yes, of course, okay.”

With a sneer on his face, Rambler now moved over to where she was waiting for him and filled her pussy with his prick, beginning to saw his hips back and forth to fuck her.

Nancy braced herself with her hands on her thighs and worked with Rambler in the fucking that he was doing. His size and vigor at the fucking was causing her to grunt loudly with each thrust:

“Unh, . . .unh . . .unh . . .unh . . .unh . . .!”

“Love that sound, momma,” Rambler said, as he increased his speed and began to cum. The size of his dick and his force in fucking her pushed Nancy also into another orgasm. Then she simply sunk to the ground, nearly exhausted.

Willie came with the car and they led her to the car, putting her in the back seat with Jace. As they left the area, Jace grabbed Nancy by the hair and pulled her head to his lap. While they went to the ‘club’, he announced to the two in front:

“Fucking bitch has a motor mouth, the way she sucks cock!”

“Yeah,” Rambler said, “She’ll get lots of practice tonight.”

They arrived at the club and Rambler said to the other two:

“You bring her but give me about 5 minutes to tell Willard.”

He went in and knocked on Willard’s office, which was in the front of the building.

“Come,” a voice said and Rambler went into the office.

Willard was in his 50’s; a huge man, who was used to carrying authority.

“Hey, Rambler,” he said affably, “What’s up?”

“Willard, my man,” Rambler said, thinking that since he was bringing such a treat for the club he could swagger a bit with Willard, which he normally wouldn’t dare do.

“Yes?” Willard asked, not liking the swagger at all.

“Got a treat for the guys in the club; our gift, man,” Rambler said. Then turning toward the door he said:

“Bring her.”

Jace and Willie came in with Nancy between them; it was obvious that they had to support her a little.

Willard took one look and turned to Rambler with cold steel in his eyes:

“What the fuck is this?” he demanded to know.

“A . . .a naked white woman for the guys to use,” Rambler said. Then hastened on:

“We won her in a basketball game; she’s our slave for tonight.”

“Jesus H. Christ!” Willard exploded, “Won her? Basketball game? Slave? Are you three niggers out of your fuckin’ minds?”

He took a look at Nancy and shot another poisoned glance at Rambler:

“This woman’s been abused; she’s been burned; did you fuckin’ creeps do that to her?”

“Hey, Willard,” Rambler managed, “We were only playin’.”

“Playin’!” Willard exploded, “Then why the fuck can she barely stand up?

He strode to the door and opened it shouting: “Junior, get in here.”

A giant of a man, Junior, came quickly, when Willard called. He glanced at the situation and swept his non-committal glance over Nancy’s naked body.

“Take these three pricks to the back room and wait for me to deal with them,” he ordered.

Then as Junior hurried the three of them, now really anxious about what would happen, Willard went to Nancy and helped her to a seat.

“Here, ma’am,” he said.

“Nancy,” she muttered.

“You sit here, Nancy; I’ll get you a coat.”

He fetched a coat to cover Nancy’s nakedness and then sat near her.

“They won you?” he asked.

Nancy shook her head ‘yes’ and explained the situation as best she could: her relationship to Lance; how it was fling for her, the first after losing her husband a few years ago, her submission fantasies,and the events of that night.

“They burned you?” he wanted to know.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her chin trembling and then she began to cry.

Willard went to her and gave her his shoulder and let her cry it out.

“Wait a minute,” Willard said and went out calling for Junior again.

Then he stood with Rambler, Jace and Willie in the hallway and read them the ‘riot act’.

“God damnit!” he bellowed, “You’ve committed a fucking felony here! You assholes will wait here until I get someone here to take care of this, and if he wants your asses in jail, then he gets them. Bringing this shit down on us!

What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Weren’t thinkin’, sir,” Rambler mumbled.

“Thinking with your dicks is more like it,” Willard shouted back.

Then he went into the room again. Nancy had her head in her hands, and he stood next to her and pulled her head to rest on his hip, as she continued her sobbing.

Then he made a phone call:

“Ramon?” he said into the phone, “Hey, man, it’s Willard. I need a favor. Yes. Can you come to the club? Now?

Thanks, we’ll owe you big time for this.”

Willard got Nancy something to drink then, and Junior took the three kids back into the back room. Soon, a police car arrived and detective Ramon Sanchez came into the club and knocked on Willard’s door.

Ramon was a 40ish fairly tall man with greying curly hair; a good looking man.

Willard greeted Ramon, and then shut the door of the office.

“This is Nancy Sweet,” Willard said, introducing Ramon.

Nancy mumbled a ‘hi’ to Ramon, and Willard went on to explain in brief the situation, what the three kids had done, about the game, and then the abuse of Nancy.

“Can you take care of this for us, Ramon?” Willard asked.

“Is she okay with that?” Ramon asked.

“Yes,” Nancy said, “I don’t want them to get into trouble over me.”

“Oh, they’re already in trouble,” Ramon said, with Willard nodding. “But because you say so, and agree, we’ll cut them some slack this time.”

Turning to Willard then he said: “You’d better call them, Willard.”

He went with Willard into the hallway. The three kids were now even more nervous, Ramon had a reputation for fierceness and as a person not to be screwed with.

“What the fuck went through your minds?” he demanded to know.

They were silent.

“She won’t press charges but I will watch you, and if she even stubs her toe again, you’re fucked! And I won’t be gentle with you either.”

They joined in a chorus of ‘yes, sirs’, and were sent back to the back room, where Willard said he’d deal with them.

“Can I borrow the coat, Willard?” Ramon asked.

“Yes, take it; you can return it some other time,” Willard answered.

Nancy then turned to Willard and said: “Thank you, sir, for your help.” Then she started crying again. Ramon took her out to his car.

Before she got into his car, she said to Ramon: “You’d better get me a towel or something; I’m messy; I’ve been with them for hours.”

Ramon hugged her saying: “Damn, woman, you must be one of a kind; you’ve been used and abused for hours and here your concern is for my seat covers.” He kissed her forehead, got a blanket from the back and let her sit on it.

He got her home and supported her, while they went inside. Her car and clothes were there, where Lance had left them.

When they were inside, Nancy said to Ramon:

“Will you excuse me long enough for me to take a quick shower?”

She got him a cup of coffee for while he waited and went to clean up.

The shower made her feel a hundred percent better; she came back wearing a tee shirt, and jeans.

Then she sat at the table with him and explained the whole situation for him, he fantasies, her feelings, how the situation with Lance had brought life again to her graying life.

Ramon was moved by it and said to her, putting his hand over hers, as he said it:

“You just put your trust in the wrong people.”

“I know,” Nancy said, blushing.

Then Ramon got up and said: “Look, I’m going to keep an eye on your for a few days; I don’t want any reprisals from any of the people involved.”

Nancy got up and, putting her arms around him said: “Oh thank you!”

He kissed her forehead again and left. He was shaking his head on the way to his car saying to himself:

“Beautiful woman! Fuckin’ kids!”

NANCY AND LANCE Chapter 4

Nancy took the entire next day to recover, and Lance didn’t call or try to contact her at all. She suspected that he felt so bad about what had happened, although he certainly didn’t know the worst of it at all, that he was just staying away.For her the day was a day of long hot baths, and pampering herself. She took a late afternoon long, hot bath and luxuriated in the water and suds.

As she bathed, her thoughts played over constantly the events of the last night. Now that she was beyond the shock and the disappointment of it, she began to enjoy the thoughts that we making her hotter and hotter.

She allowed herself to relive the use that she’d been put to by Rambler and the other two. She also found herself more and more aware of being really, really beholden to Willard at that club.

That thought stayed with her, as she exited from the bath. She looked at herself in the mirror and actually giggled at the ‘marks’ that they’d put on her. It was almost as if she were branded.

“But,” she wondered, “Branded as what?”

It was the question that was in her mind for the balance of the afternoon. She began to derive such a turn on from thinking about it that she went to the bedroom, after her bath and played with herself, and her vibrator. She turned her mind back to the scenes of the night before, being naked with the three teenagers, being rescued by Willard and that wonderful, sexy Ramon. She closed her eyes and let the orgasm tumble over her like warm,wonderful water. But, when she was done, she wasn’t satisfied. She was like a woman in heat.

The thing that stayed in her mind, and continued to make an impression on her was the idea of choice. With Wayne the choice had always been there and it was a ‘no holds barred’ sexual relationship but after Wayne was gone, that whole ‘choice’ thing had just been closed off, shut down.

And that’s what impressed her about the past night and the way it was playing across her senses that day. It was choice.

Lance had pried her open, played on her fantasies, and made her a sexual woman again. She’d not forget that or the wonders of it. But the idea of choice for her was delicious:

She thought of all of it: Lance, the three black kids, Willard, Ramon----all, from her point of view delectable and tasty.

All with different kinds of experiences for her. She played with the thoughts, and simply went where they took her:
Servile thanks for Willard, subservience to Lance’s whims, availability for those three black kids and simple, flat out lust for Ramon. She didn’t know which was most powerful, and maybe, just maybe she needed to find out. And that was a very pleasing idea.

She got up then, and spotting the coat that Willard had given her the night before, had a thought that, though it might not be the best idea, was certainly one that she was going to follow up on. Willard tumbled onto the top of her choice pile and she decided that she’d follow that instinct.

She brushed her hair, and put on some makeup. When she was finished and satisfied with the results of that, she put on a garter belt and a pair of dark, smokey stockings She liked the way that the garter belt framed her pussy triangle, which she clipped carefully. Then it was a lacy, see-through bra that was underwired and pushed her tits and nipples forward. She finished her outfit, though it was outrageous, with a black, lacy slip, whose hem came up a good 5” above her knees.

She looked at herself and realized that she was going hunting, and she was pleased with the idea of it.

She took the coat and put it in the car, and she was ready. Her first object, she knew, was Willard. She went to that club, determined to ‘thank him’ for his help.

She was nervous, when she got there, and not exactly sure what to do. She had her trench coat on, and went to the door, finding a doorbell available for her. She rang the bell and waited.

It was the one called ‘Junior’ who opened the door to her.

“Hi,” she said, softly, “My name is Nancy Sweet; I was here last night.”

“Yes,” he rumbled, “I remember.”

She smiled; he looked at her intensely. “What do you want?”

“I . . .uh . . .was hoping to see Willard,” she said.

He nodded and said to her: “I’ll tell him you’re here.”

In a few minutes Junior was back and opened the door for her. He took her to the club office and opened that door for her. Willard was behind a desk but got up as soon as he saw her.

“Ms. Sweet,” he said in a guarded tone.

“Nancy,” she countered. “I’ve brought back your coat and was hoping to thank you for being kind of my knight in shining armor last night.”

He smiled at her and said: “That’s quite okay; we are, after all, in your debt for not pressing the issue of the young men, and how they treated you with the police.”

She continued: “I am fully aware of the fact that I caused, even inadvertently, a pile of trouble that you had to resolve.

May I please talk to you just for a few minutes about what was happening?”

“Yes, of course, Ms. . . .uh . . .Nancy,” he said, smiling.

She began with a short narrative beginning with her loss of Wayne and how that shut her functioning down; the advent of Lance and that experience, the basketball game, and her time with the black kids, who ‘won’ her. She was open with him about how the experience went and what happened.

Then Nancy smiled, and said: “ And about last night, please, may I be frank with you?”

“Of course,” he said, relaxing now with her.

“It was severe but really pretty exciting, I have to admit,” she said softly.

Willard smiled and continued: “Yes, but I need to talk to them about keeping their, uh, enthusiasm under control.”

Nancy laughed and so did Willard. “I guess that’s not a bad idea,” Nancy said, “The spots from the cigarettes are sore today.”

“I’m sure that they are,” Willard said.

“Anyhow,” Nancy said then, “I’ve brought your coat back.”

She held it out to him and he took it. He walked her to the door. Nancy knew that this was the time, the moment to exercise her ‘choice’ if she was going to at all.

“I have one more favor to ask, sir, if you will allow it,” she said softly to him.

“It’s Willard,” he countered, “And yes, please ask away.”

Nancy’s face reddened but she was already wet between her thighs. She looked at him, standing a few feet away and unbuttoned her trench coat. She slipped it off and stood before him wearing her short, short lacy black slip, which hid nothing, not her hardened nippled in the supple underwired bra, not her pussy hair, neatly trimmed and winking at him.

“My,” Willard said, smiling broadly now.

“May I please thank you properly?” she asked. “It was terribly remiss of me last night not to do so.”

“Of course, Nancy,” Willard said, waiting for her to move and do the work.

Nancy went to him, and, watching him all the time, exercised her ‘choice’; she knelt and ran her hand along the front of his pants, feeling, in the process, the outline of his large cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh lovely!” she crooned, and unzipped his fly, after opening the waist band of his pants.

Then she had his pants and underwear down and the cock sticking out in front of her face.

She looked up at him and pleaded: “May I have it? May I please? Can I put it in my mouth? May I please? I want to so!”

Willard laughed: “Nancy, Nancy, yes, you may because you ask so nicely!”

Then she added with a smile: “Do what this white woman’s mouth is made for? Suck this black, lovely, black, beautiful cock!”

“Do it, woman!” he ordered and that was all she needed to hear.

Her mouth descended on the head; she kissed the piss slit, and licked from it the pre-cum, then she took the whole head in her mouth, and licked it all around. She held it with her hand and ran her tongue around the entire circle of his cock head.

He watched and only smiled.

She said quickly: “When I begin to suck, I promise, sir, that I will not use my hands.”

“Of course not!” he added, nodding at her.

Nancy liked her way around the cock head one more time, and then she began to suck on the underside of the cock head. It brought a tremendous groan from him.

“White woman who knows how to treat this black cock!” he said.

“Yes, that’s who I am,” Nancy said, staring up at him, hoping to convey her willingness to do what he wanted.

Then she grabbed him by the thighs and plunged her head down onto the cock all the way. She pushed until she gagged a bit and then backed off.

Trailing spit from the tip of his cock to her lips, she said to him:

“Now please force me! Make me take it all the way! Make me! I love that.”

“Nice ripe white pussy lady,” he said to her and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her face back down so that his cock slid back into the back of her throat.

She gagged and he stopped for a second and then pushed another inch or two. She gagged again and he held her and only then let her up.

She breathed, spit still stringing her lips to his cock and running down her chin.

“Wow!” was all that she managed before Willard pushed her head down again, going immediately to the length that they had achieved just before. Then he pushed again, ignoring her gagging.

“Breathe through your nose!” he ordered her.

She looked up at him, mouth extended by his prick, eyes wide and nodded to show that she understood. Then he pushed one more time and her nose and lips his his stomach and pubic hair.

“Fuckin’ A!” he growled at her. “Lady, lady, you are a cock sucker! You know how to use that white mouth! Now take this from me!” And he began to cum into her throat. He held her face in place, having gotten her beyond her gag reflex.

When he was finished, some of his cum was trailing down her chin. She was smiling, actually grinning at him. She wiped off the cum with her finger and then licked her finger off.

She sat back on her heels and took hold of his cock with her hand, and began to lick it clean. She licked it all around and made sure that it was clean. Then she took part of her slip and wiped it dry. She pulled his underwear and pants back up and finally spoke up:

“I will do whatever you want me to do! I know how bad that sounds but I really mean it.”

“I know you do and it doesn’t sound bad at all; it sounds like you know what you want and are willing to do it. I’m really sorry that I don’t have time now but I want you to call me soon, and we’ll do much more.”

She kissed his hand and said: “Willard, I promise that I will call.” And she knew that she meant it.

Before putting her coat back on, she grinned at him and twirled around once, slowly, to show herself off to him.

“Lovely!” he said, slapping her ass playfully and getting a ‘yikes’ from her.

Then, before she could go, he took hold of her by her shoulders, set her trench coat aside and pressed his lips to her.

Nancy sighed into the kiss and met him with an open mouth. She took on his tongue as though it were a cock itself and sucked for all she was worth.

“Fucking marvelous woman!” Willard said, “You’ll be hearing from me.”

“Please!” she said into his lips brushing hers.

Then he escorted her to the door and told Junior to see her to her car.

She sat in her car for a few moments breathing heavily. She started the car and let her mind wander over the scene that had just occurred. She was really pleased with herself. She had the choice, she knew and she took it. She thought of the others in this little tangle of hers and smiled about them.

It was as if fate was at the wheel that night; as she drove away from the area of the club, she saw three figures walking along the road toward her bouncing a basketball. She gasped as she realized that it was Rambler, Jace and Willie.

“Choice, hell,” she said out loud, “This is almost too convenient.”

She realized that her reaction to seeing them so soon again was almost pure lust.

“Coming out of the shell can be really exciting,” she said to herself. Then smiling to herself she added: “Round two!”

She stopped the car just about where they were, and she got out. She had the trench coat on. They looked at her warily and Rambler said:

“Get lost! We’re in a shit load of trouble already so spare us any of your nasty tongue.”

She walked to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and took off her trench coat, putting it into the car. Then she spoke:

“Just not so rough this time; no burning please.”

Rambler grinned at her, and she grinned back.

“Fuckin’ amazing babe!” he said.

“That’s what I had in mind too,” she cooed to the three of them.

“Say what?” Willie said.

“Fucking!” she answered.

“Get in and we’ll go somewhere.”

Rambler said: “There’s a road over here that we can take it leads to a reservoir.”

“Good,” Nancy said, then she lifted the slip off over her head and put it in the car with the trench coat.

“How cool is this, Willie said with a barking laugh, “Being driven to a lonely spot by an almost naked, older white woman!”

“Too cool!” Jace agreed.

“Cool because of what she’s gonna do, once we get there,” Rambler said.

Nancy turned and grinned at Rambler, when he said that.

It was a short drive and they were soon at the reservoir. Nancy pulled into a side lane that couldn’t be readily seen from the reservoir road.

They got out and Nancy stood and said: “There are things that I want this time.”

“Speak, babe,” Rambler said.

She looked them over and sauntered up to them and said: “I really need practice sucking cocks. I want to be able to take that big thing into my throat without much trouble.”

“You came to the right place, momma,” Rambler said.

Then she was in front of him and had her arms around his neck and was kissing him; she opened her mouth and took the tongue that he offered her. Then she went to Willie and then Jace for the same kissing action.
She went back to Rambler and kissed him again, grabbing his lengthening cock through the fabric of his pants during the kiss.

She whispered so that all three of them could hear:

“Maybe a little spanking though!”

“I thought so, bitch!” Rambler said grinning down at Nancy.

Nancy was fully aware that she was totally in lust here. She briefly reflected on how she had been about three weeks ago: closed down, mournful, moping, not feeling things at all. And, reflecting on that, she was so happy to be so alive right now.

She struck a pose for them and said in a low voice:

“Gentlemen, your cock sucker is ready for action.”

“Okay, woman,” Rambler said, “You begin with only large and work your way to huge.”

She grinned at them and Jace came forward, pulling his basketball shorts down and showing a very nice sized 7” cock ready for her.

“Start on this, bitch!” he growled.

She looked them over one more time and said: “I love it, when you call me names.”

Then she knelt and was ready for Jace’s prick. She began by bathing the head and sucking on the underside of it; this never failed to get a reaction, and it certainly got a reaction from him.

“Do your work, you white cock sucker!” he growled at her, as she lifted her eyes and gazed up at his smirking face, watching her slide her mouth down further and further onto the meat of his cock.

Nancy took a breath now and then and then pushed her head farther and farther toward Jace’s naked stomach. She made good progress and hardly gagged at all. The drool was running down her chin, as she finally made it, with a tug on her head from Jace.

Then she began the motion of pulling her head back and letting the length of the cock come out of her mouth, with her lips tightened around the skin of the cock each time, and in essence, jerking him off with her mouth.

“Bitch is good!” Jace said.

“She learnin’,” Rambler said, “Learnin.”

“Thank you sir,” Nancy said, removing her head from Jace’s cock for a few seconds. But it was long enough for Jace to slap her face and say:

“Suck it, white whore!”

“Mmmmmppppfff,” was her answer, since the cock was back into the back of her throat again.

She applied her self and bobbed her head more and more quickly. Finally, Jace grabbed her by the back of the head and held her head in place, as he came into her throat.

“UUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHH!” Jace moaned, as he came and came into Nancy’s working mouth.

She settled back on her heels, once she’d brought Jace off; then she leaned forward again and began to lick his cock to clean it for him.

Willie was in place immediately for Nancy’s next cock sucking session. Willie was a little bigger than Jace’s 7”.

Nancy looked up and smiled at the black teen ager, kissing his stomach, his thighs, and licking his balls before she began her next round of cock sucking.

“Bitch knows her place!” Willie said.

“Is that true, Ms. Nancy Sweet?” Rambler asked.

Nancy was licking Willie’s balls at the time he asked. She stopped long enough to say:

“Yes, sir, this white whore knows her place; that’s why she stopped, when she saw you three again.”

“Suck, cunt!” Willie said then, grabbing Nancy by the hair and pulling her face to his prick.

Nancy performed the exact same feat for Willie that she had for Jace. She was pleased that she was able to take all of his cock into her mouth, down to the very root, and managed to kiss his stomach, with his large cock totally engulfed in her mouth.

Nancy had always liked oral sex but had not had a chance to practice sucking cocks this much in a long time. She realized, as her head bobbed up and down on Willie’s cock, that she was really enjoying this. She wondered about

Rambler’s cock though, and how she would do with it.

Soon, Willie’s hips were moving and he had Nancy by the back of the head, pressing her nose into his stomach and cumming into her throat. When he let her head go, she coughed just a bit and some of the cum ran down her chin but she captured it with a finger and licked off the finger. Then she proceeded to lick off Willie’s cock and get it clean for him.

“Get her up,” Rambler said, when she’d finished with Willie.

Jace and Willie hauled Nancy to her feet. Rambler continued then:

“Bend her over; let’s warm her up for the big event.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” Nancy crooned as she was bent over from the waist, making her naked ass, framed by the garter belt, an easy target.

Rambler used his hand on her and spared her not at all. He said they’d each give her ten and he gave her ten savage whacks to her ass. He had her in tears by the time he was done; then Jace moved in for his ten and then Willie. It was while Willie was spanking Nancy’s ass that she began to cum.

“Fucking white cock sucker is cumming!” Willie said.

“You a fuckin’ slut, woman!” Rambler said to her.

Nancy, just beginning to calm down from her tearful reaction to the spanking, nodded her head and said:

“I know that I am.”

“Come now to poppa,” Rambler said, standing about 5 feet away. Nancy was on her knees and shuffled forward to get to his huge cock.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Nancy said, grabbing a hold on the huge prick, “Dinner time.”

“Main event,” Ramlber said.

Nancy held up her hand and said to him: “Now let’s not do this one like a mouth rape; I want to learn here and you know what feels good and what you want. I want to learn how to do this. So, when you’re doing it, you tell me what you’re about to do; I mean, when you’re pushing another inch in and all. Okay?”

“Cool, momma,” he said, “Rambler be the teacher here."

“Then you come to momma!” Nancy said, grinning up at him.

“Fuckin’ broad!” Jace said with Willie agreeing.

All eyes were now on Rambler as he approached Nancy with his long 9 inchish cock out. She took hold of it, when he got close enough and stroked it a few times before kissing the head and beginning to deal with it.

“Welcome back, my friend,” she cooed to the cock head, kissing the piss slit and licking all around it.

“Do it, momma,” Rambler said with quiet authority, and Nancy just nodded and opened her mouth to receive the bulbous head. It almost filled her mouth itself. She captured it and began to work on the head, and the underside of the head, with its network of nerve endings making it so sensitive, with her tongue and lips.

“Ohhhh,” Rambler reacted, “Bitch has been learnin’; learnin’ just fine!”

Nancy took the cock head out of her mouth and smiled up at him, letting it slip back inside again. Now she moved her head forward and took the first full third of the prick inside. She made a show of releasing the grip of her hands on the cock and putting her hands first out to the side in a gesture, and then sliding the hands along the front and to the sides of his thighs, reaching eventually for his ass cheeks, and squeezing them in a kind of alternating motion.

“Time for more, momma,” Rambler said and pushed his cock into her mouth another inch or so.

Nancy shook her head ‘yes’ and took it, bathing the entire length of the cock with her spit and laving it with her tongue; she also tightened the grip of her lips around the prick, letting her lips slide along the ridge formed by the big vein on the underside of the prick. In quick head moment then, she slid her head back and the cock almost out of her mouth only to tighten her lips around it and drag the cock skin with her, settling her head back at the position where it had been before. She now had about 60% of the prick in her mouth. The big mushroom like head was bumping against the back of her throat and promising a problem to come with gagging.

“Now we get serious, whitey!” Rambler said, and Nancy, looking up at him with bright eyes, blinked her eyes in assent, as he positioned his hands at the back of her head and fed her two more inches.

Nancy gagged in response, and Rambler barked at her to ‘breathe through your nose, cunt!!”

She did and worked at settling her response, and relaxing her throat, which was now actively being invaded by the big rod.It seemed to work for her because it got the gag reflex under control for the moment. She slid her head back again and let the big prick glide out of her mouth, covered now with her spit, and glistening. She made a few quick head movements, which took back in about a third of the prick and dragged the skin back and forth, sending Rambler into a quicker breathing mode. Then she blinked her eyes at him again and plunged her head back forward. He assisted her with his hands on her head and pushed the prick back to the position it had been in.

“Comin’ home, Nancy!” Rambler said, breathing heavier and heavier now.

She blinked at him twice and he pushed his hips forward, sending the remaining length of his cock into her mouth, and letting it crawl down her throat a bit.

Nancy’s lips met his stomach muscles, and felt his pubic hair; she gagged but he held her in place and she fought the gagging and breathed through her nose and then Rambler came, and she gagged and coughed at the same time sending the cum and spit out against his stomach but she plunged her head back against him immediately and with that one movement had her lips against Rambler’s stomach again, letting him spurt into her throat.

“God Damn, woman!” Rambler said smiling down into Nancy’s blinking eyes. “You fuckin’ did it! God Damn!”

“Fuckin’ makin’ a cock sucker out of this old white bitch!” Willie quipped, and Jace laughed.

Nancy let the big softening cock slide from her lips but tightened the grip of her lips along its sides as it moved out of her mouth.

“Sorry, sorry about that,” she said in a soft voice, licking the entire length of the cock and then Rambler’s stomach, to clean him of her spit and his cum.

Then she settled back on her heels and grinned up at the three of them.

“Thank you for that,” she said softly but earnestly to Rambler who was still grinning at her.

She realized that she was as turned on right then as she had ever been before.

“Anyone want to fuck this ‘old white bitch’?” she asked.

NANCY AND LANCE Chapter 5

She knelt there naked and smiling, after she’d issued the invitation to fuck her. A thought crossed her mind just then and she spoke it, half to the three of them standing there and half to the night air:

“You know, from my point of view, a woman’s point of view, that’s probably one of the most satisfying things that you can do; I mean sucking a cock!”

The three of them laughed, and Nancy laughed with them. Then she went on:

“I mean, the taste, everyone tastes different, you know, and the texture, a mixture of incredible softness and steel like hardness, and the sense of constantly building tension in the man whose cock is in your mouth . . .”

“Or your throat!” Rambler added.

Nancy laughed and agreed: “Or your throat! But what I’m saying is that it’s just wonderful. I’m sorry that I didn’t begin before this to get some real experience in sucking pricks.”

“You’re some fuckin’ woman!” Rambler said.

“Why thank you,” Nancy said back, smiling up at him from her kneeling position.

“How many have you sucked?” he asked then.

“Since the death of my husband?” she mused, “Oh, not many: certainly you three, Lance, a bunch of friends of Lance’s younger brother, Derrick, his room mate Ned, and Willard.”

“Hmm,” Rambler mused, “Quite a group; you did Willard, eh?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “I went back to thank him earlier tonight for helping me, when I was in such distress. It’s how I thanked him.”

“Cool, Momma,” Rambler said and then added: “Hey, isn’t Derrick your son?”

Nancy giggled, “Yes,” she admitted, “I went to visit him and his room mate Ned, to watch them a play soccer, and it just kind of happened.”

“Fuckin’ wonder lady, you are!” Rambler said with a grin.

Nancy answered him grin for grin. Then she added:

“So, what about it? Anyone want to fuck this ‘old white bitch’?”

“I guess we’ll take you up on that,” Rambler said.

“Good,” Nancy smiled at all three; “Please help me up and we’ll get at it.”

Jace gave her a hand and helped lift her up off the ground.

“Wait,” Rambler said, “We’ll take a walk around the lake over to the glade; it’s a nice place for fucking. It’s got grass and all.”

“Sounds nice,” Nancy said. “Which way is it?”

Rambler pointed to a path that led to the right as the way to go.

Nancy then, having a thought, said to them:

“And I suppose that you’re going to want me to walk ahead of you so that you can watch me walk naked in the moonlight?”

“Got it in one, Momma,” Rambler said, “You just get going and we’ll follow the twitching ass cheeks to where the fuckin’ place is.”

“You’ll follow these?” Nancy said, sticking hip out at an angle and wiggling her ass at them.

Willie was close enough that he reached out and slapped her wiggling ass.

Nancy reacted with a kind of yelp and set off down the path to the right around the lake.

“Fuckin’ ain’t this nice?” Rambler said to his pals. “Walking along the lake in the moonlight following a naked, horny bitch?!”

“You got that!” Jace said.

Willie was concentrating enough on Nancy’s shaking ass cheeks that he found nothing to say.

They walked just a little while, in single file along the lake shore. It wasn’t too far away that Nancy stopped and turned, coming back toward the three of them.

“What is it?” Rambler wanted to know.

“I hear voices ahead,” Nancy said whispering.

Rambler shook his head and said: “Willie come with me, Jace, you stay with Nancy; we’ll go and see who it is there.”
The two of them set out to explore the glade area, while Jace and Nancy trailed along behind and stood watching in the dark shadow of the trees. Rambler and Willie, after peering into the glade area, saw who it was and Rambler walked into the light of the fire that was burning in the glade area.

“Jason, my man!” Rambler said affably.

“Hey, Rambler,” Jason added, “What the fuck you doin’ out here tonight, man?”

“Better than you, bro!” Rambler said, grinning at Jason and the two other white kids with him.

“Don’t think so,” Jason said, “We’ve got the beer, man!”

Then Jason nodded to the others and asked Rambler: “You know Jerry and Ray, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” Rambler said, nodding at the other two. They both shot him a ‘hey, man’.

“Well,” Jason continued, “We’ve got enough beer here to share with you guys, pull up a rock.”

“Thanks, man,” Rambler said and grinned at Willie. He then added: “Since you’re gonna share the beer with us, we’ll share the bitch with you.”

“Bitch?” Jason asked looking around.

Rambler said: “Jace, bring her here.”

Jace and Nancy walked into the clearing then.

“Son of a bitch!” Jason said, and was followed by exclamations by both Ray and Jerry.

“Who the fuck is that?” Jason said, in wonder, staring at Nancy’s nakedness.

“Say hi to my bros, Jason, Ray and Jerry, cunt!” Rambler said.

Nancy, determined to make sure that she did whatever he said, and not to dis him in front of his friends, spoke up:

“Hi, guys! I’m Nancy.”

“And Nancy’s naked,” Jason said.

“Yes,” she said grinning, and as she said it, she went to Rambler and took his arm, putting it around her and placing his hand squarely on her right ass cheek.”

He smiled down at her and squeezed her ass cheek, and then kissed her. She reached up to receive the kiss with an obviously open mouth taking his tongue and sucking on it.

Then Rambler grinned at Jason and the other two and explained: “I won her in a basketball game yesterday. Her owner thought his guys were better than they were. He was good but the other two weren’t.”

“Fuck me!” Jason said with obvious admiration. Then he added, with a smile on his face: “She any good?”

Nancy started at that and, smiling up at Rambler, said:

“Can I please show him, sir?”

“Sir?” Jason wailed, “Oh shit, this gets better and better.”

“Do it, woman,” Rambler said, and watched as Nancy knelt in the grass, reaching to pull his basketball shorts down to his ankles. She held them as, he stepped out of one leg and also one leg of his boxers.

Then Nancy took hold of his large prick, already growing and kissed the head of it.

“Look at the cock on him!” Ray said.

“Isn’t it a marvel?” Nancy cooed to the three white kids.

“You can do that?” Jason said with some doubt.

“Watch!” Rambler said.

“Suck it, honey,” he said next to her, and she did.

Nancy performed the very same blow job that she had just previously given him but now she did it in front of the white kids and for their benefit.

She was constantly bombarded by statements about ‘look at the bitch suck cock!‘ and ‘fuckin‘ wonder with her mouth!‘ and ‘she’s taken all of that prick, all of it!’

Ramlber had his hands in Nancy’s hair and just guided the process, as she worked and suppressed the gag reflex until she was actually kissing his abs again.

“God Damn!” Jason said, “That woman is a cock sucker!”

“And she’ll do what I tell her to!” Rambler said.

“Really?” Jason asked with wonder.

“Really!” Rambler said, “Ain’t it, bitch?”
Nancy took her mouth off of the large prick and said:

“Yes, really! You get blow jobs and to fuck me, if Rambler tells me to!”

“Son of a bitch!” Jason said.

“Finish, cunt!” Rambler said then, and that set Nancy sucking his large cock again. He came soon, and she had cum running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, adding to the drool that was already there from her taking the huge cock into her mouth so far. She wiped her chin and took the hand that Rambler offered. Then, going to the lake, she bathed her face and came back.

“Tired mouth, honey?” Rambler asked.

“A bit,” she said.

Then, turning to the other kids, he explained:

“She already sucked all three of us off once tonight.” Then he turned to Nancy and said:

“Got a little more left for us, do you?”

Nancy smiled up at Rambler, and said: “Yes, sir, for you.”

“Thought so, babe,” Rambler replied

Then looking around at everyone, Rambler said: “We’ll fuck her next.”

“Goodie!” Nancy said. “Just tell me what you want me to do.” (She realized that she wasn’t that tired. If this, all of this, was the result of her choices then she was right then happy with the choices and willing to let this play out,)

“Gonna do relays,” Rambler said. “Two at a time a brother and one of you or your guys, Jason.”
Jason nodded and said: “Cool.”

Rambler continued: “One begins in her mouth and one in her cunt; then they switch. I’ll have my bros begin in her cunt and that way you guys can fuck the bitch and cum in her pussy.”

They all agreed and designated Jace and Ray to begin the action.

Then Rambler turned to Nancy and said:

“Okay, bitch, let’s put the goods on parade; show my friends here what you’ve got and how you can move it.” He punctuated his order with a slap to her ass that made her jump and squeal.

The fellows all laughed. Rambler turned to them and said:

“Yeah, the bitch likes to get her booty slapped; she digs it, don’t you, cunt?”

Nancy, to answer, wrapped her arms around Rambler’s neck and said: “I really like whatever you do to me!”

“You sure, bitch?” he asked warily.

Nancy shook her head ‘yes’; Ramlber’s hand shot out like lightning and slapped her cheek. Jason and his friends gasped. Nancy immediately spoke up:

“I’m so sorry, Rambler, sir; this bitch knows that she’s supposed to answer questions. And ‘yes‘ I like whatever you do to me.”

Rambler paused and said: “What if we decide to smoke?”

Nancy hesitated for a few seconds and said very slowly and with difficulty: “Yesssssss, . . .uh . . .sir, even if you smoke.”

Jace and Willie laughed; the other three just looked mystified.

“What do you mean?” Jason asked.

“We’ll show you in a bit; won’t we, bitch?” Rambler replied

There were tears running down Nancy face now but she realized that she was determined to do whatever he wanted.

This might well be the worst for her new found ‘wildness‘ but she was going to face it, about that she was certain.

“Good, that’s clear,” Rambler said grinning at her and wiping tears away from her cheeks with his finger, then offering her the finger to suck. She took it like a cock and glued her eyes to his as she sucked the salty liquid from his finger.

“Clear!” Nancy said.

“So, momma,” his next order came, “Strut your stuff; show my friends here what they’re about to get.”

Nancy swung her arms away from Rambler and began to strut around in the firelight. She went beyond the firelight and walked to the edge of the lake with the moonlight highlighting her swinging ass cheeks.

“Fuckin‘ nice lookin‘ bitch!” Jason said with obvious delight.

The other two agreed and now Nancy turned and stalked back to them, her tits swinging and the nipples taught and pointy from the night air and her excitement.

“Makin‘ me proud, bitch!” Ramlber said.

Her response was to launch herself at him and kiss him one more time.

“Hands and knees,” he said. Then he turned to Jace and Ray and said:

“Fuckin‘ time, bros!”

Nancy was in the grass on her hands and knees; she was by now completely lost in her growing lust. She looked around at them, at the two who would be first, and wiggled her ass at them like a bitch in heat.

“Come to me, come to me!” she crooned into the night.

“Fuckin‘ bitch is on fire,” Jason said, as Ray to his place at Nancy’s head and Jace cozied up behind her with his cock ready for her pussy.

Nancy took hold of Ray’s 6” cock and began to stroke it. “Your girlfriend do this for you, handsome?” she wanted to know.

“Doesn’t like to,” Ray said to her in a strained voice, as his cock head encountered Nancy’s lips.

“But I do! I do! Don’t I Rambler?” she sang out.

“Sure do, baby, sure do,” Rambler said to her, as he watched her move, and wiggle, and jiggle and sing with a grin on his face.

She was able to swallow Ray’s prick right down and then proceeded to play with it, using her tongue and lips for magnificent effect. She was spurred on in her efforts by Jace’s banging into her with his prick from behind.

After a little bit Rambler said: “Okay, Jace, switch with him; you cum in the cunt’s mouth and let him cum in her pussy.”

The two of them switched positions, giving Nancy the chance to take hold of Jace’s slimy cock and play with it a bit. She grinned up at him, as she licked off her fingers and then had the cock in her mouth, as Ray grunted and sunk his prick into her pussy. She wiggled her ass at Ray, who answered by slapping her ass cheek.

She lifted her head and said to Jace: “Oh, do you ever taste good!’

He smiled and imitated her: “Oh, do you ever suck cock good.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said and took Jace’s prick in and began to suck him off in earnest.

Ray didn’t last too long; he soon came to his crisis and held onto Nancy’s hips and fucked for all he was worth. Nancy caught the spirit and began to sing and hum around Jace’s prick in her mouth.

“Fuckin‘ bitch is gonna blow the top of my head off!” Jace said, grabbing her hair and pulling her face into his stomach as he shot his load into her mouth, the back of her throat and down her throat.

Ray stepped back, as Nancy began to lick off Jace’s prick to clean it; then she motioned to the white teenager and said: “Come here, honey, and let me clean that for you.”

“Fuck,” Ray said, almost involuntarily, “You fuckin‘ do everything.”

“Yes, I do,” Nancy said finishing him off.

Next it was to be Willie and Jerry.

Nancy excused herself for a moment and sashayed down to the lake; stepping into the water, she cleaned herself good and came back ready for the next two. She came into the fire light holding her large tits out for them almost as an offering.

Then she went to her hands and knees and said: “Next please,” in a cheerful voice.

(If the truth were told, Nancy was enjoying her slutiness; she loved the down right dirtiness of it, the adventure and she loved, absolutely loved all of the physical stimulation.)

Now she had Jerry in front of her with a slightly longer cock than Ray’s but not as big around. She looked over her shoulder at Willie, who had a grin on his face. She wiggled her ass suggestively at him and said:

“Come to Momma, sweetie, come to Momma!”

Willie lost no time slipping his cock head into her pussy tunnel, and Nancy turned her attention to Jerry, standing in front of her.They both banged at her for a number of moments before Rambler had them switch.

Nancy winked at Willie, as he came around in front to present is cock, covered in her own juices at her opened mouth. Jerry snuggled into her pussy. She became active in shifting her hips around to aid Jerry in fucking her, and opened her mouth wide to accommodate Willie’s prick in her mouth. She clamped down on the cock in her mouth, as she continued to push back at Jerry, and began to hum around it.

“Fuckin‘ marvelous cunt!” Willie said to her and to the night air, as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to meet his stomach muscles.

“Cock sucker!” Jason said in amazement, as he watched.

“Just wait,” Rambler answered his out burst, “You and I are next.”

By then Nancy had Jerry and Willie both cumming, one on either end of her. She was almost completely lost in her lust here and was enjoying the sensation of having a man at either end of her, one in her mouth and one in her pussy.

She burst into one last long hum:

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” as Willie spilled his stuff into her throat, and Jerry stiffened as he began to cum in her pussy.

She performed the same kind of cleaning that she had previously done with Jace and Ray, and went to the lake to clean up a bit. On the way back to the fire light, she said softly to the guys and to the night:

“Main event time, Rambler, my love!”

Rambler agreed with her: “Main event time, babe!”

Jason spoke up then: “Hey, man, you start in her mouth; if you start fucking her, you’ll stretch her cunt and make it like a cave, and I’ll get lost.”

They all thought that was extremely funny, and the two of them settled into position.

“Ready for this again, babe?” Rambler asked quietly.

“Gettin‘ tired but ready to go again,” Nancy answered. As she felt Jason snuggling up to her and pushing her cock into her pussy. She swayed her hips back and forth to make it good for him and opened her mouth wide for Rambler.

They were a grand finish for Nancy’s evening; she had, after all, only set out to give Willard back his coat and thank him. Of course, in the process her own rising and ever present sexual desires took hold and she simply let the situation develop, and here she was being fucked by six teen agers, after taking care of Willard at his club.

The thought raced across her mind from the cigarette commercial: “You’ve come a long way, baby!” It made her grin hugely.

“Funny?” Rambler said, rubbing his cock along her lips.

“Oh,” she said, kissing his piss slit and licking around the head, “Funny that I’m here doing this stuff and loving it so much.”

“Hot Momma!” Rambler said almost caressingly.

“You help make me that,” she answered and pulled his prick into her mouth.

The final fucking that she got from Jason and Rambler pushed her into her own orgasm, just as they were about to cum.

Rambler was slapping her ass with each thrust as he got into the number two position and began to fuck her.

Done, she collapsed on the ground, after the last round of cleaning off the cocks of those serving her.

“Hey, babe,” Rambler said, kneeling down to where she was. “Gonna take you back to the car now. Think your night has been full. We can play pain games some other time.”

She stroked his cheek with her hand and thanked him, as he helped her get up. She went to the lake again and this time got in to her neck and rinsed herself off.

They parted from the three white kids with mutual words of thanks and walked back along the path with Nancy in the middle of Rambler and Willie, with her arms around each of them. As they walked, Willie reached down and pinched her ass cheek. She jumped and giggled.

“Guys,” Nancy said, as they walked along, “This old, white bitch is tired.”

Rambler laughed and said: “Don’t know why, do you guys?”

Both Jace and Willie, laughing said that they didn’t know what she’d done that would tire anyone either.

NANCY AND LANCE CHAPTER 6:
(Choices! Choices!)

The three guys walked Nancy back to her car, after saying ‘good night’ etc to Jason and his buds. Nancy found that she genuinely enjoyed the walk. She was sexually satisfied, she was a bit tired, and, with this second encounter with these guys, she realized that she genuinely liked them. And in addition, for her walking in the moonlight naked except for her shoes with these three black teens was a flat turn on!

(An inner voice sought to pick on her by whispering in her ear:

“You are acting so slutty!”

But it pleased Nancy that she was able to easily shut the voice down with an inner giggle saying:

“Yes, isn’t it great; coming back to life again after all these years of mourning for Wayne!”

She also realized that she was completely satisfied by the answer, and that pleased her also.)

The three guys watched her closely as she walked up the path a little ahead of her; their eyes were glued to Nancy’s moving ass cheeks. The unnaturalness of walking in this remote setting with a lovely, older, naked white woman was a huge turn on for them.

Rambler walked a little faster and got in step with Nancy, as she went up the little hilly path to the parking area.
She smiled over at him and took him by the hand.

“Thanks for taking care of me!” she said.

“My pleasure, Mrs. Sweet,” he answered.

She was touched by his politeness. She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked and said: “No, please it’s Nancy, and I really do thank you for taking care of me.”

“Hey,” he countered, “You’re our babe!”

“Fuckin’ right!” Jace said.

Rambler said over his shoulder: “Hey, man, language.”

“Cool,” Jace said in reply, and Nancy smiled.

As they proceeded to the car, Rambler said to Nancy then:

“We do this again sometime?”

Nancy stopped; she looked around at all three of them and said:

“Hey, guys, I certainly won’t say ‘no’ to that idea. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. This is all so new to me, you know.”

“How,” Rambler said, Stopping and confronting her.

“Oh, Rambler,” she said, taking all three of them in with her glance, and then she continued: “My husband Wayne died three and a half years ago; he was just the love of my life. All my ‘wildness’ was saved for him, and him alone. I’d do, you know, anything for him. But I kind of died with him; I mean, shut it all down; became mournful, mopey, just kind of a gray existence for those years. Running into Lance brought me out of that with a kind of bang! And then the very idea, which really, really bothered me at first, of being ‘lost’ to you three in the basketball game was a kind of curve that I just wasn’t ready for. So, it’s time for some major thinking on my part. I certainly know I’m not going back to the old, half alive widow. I don’t think that Wayne would like that for me at all. I just have to think a bit.”

Then Nancy cried. She didn’t expect to, it surprised her as much as the others. Rambler stepped up to her, and hauled her into his arms, where she just put her face against his shoulder and cried it out. Jace and Willie gathered around her and she was pressed in from the front and from the back. Only this time the hands were comforting and caressing, and it wasn’t sexual at all.

She lifted her head and looked at each of them in turn, saying: “Hey, you’re my guys; I don’t intend to forget that.”
Then she got on her tip toes and kissed Rambler; it was a soft kiss with a kind of pledge of almost belonging to it. She repeated the kiss with Willie and Jace then also.

They got to the car and she got her slip, her bra, and the garter belt and stockings that she’d left at the car, and got dressed. She offered them a ride and drove them back to the club.After they got out of the car, she was struck by how much, how very much she wanted to go into the club and see Willard. That was a keen revelation for her.

“They were indeed,” she thought to herself, as she sat in the car for a few moments, “My guys but,” she said to herself in a moment of clear revelation: “the draw is Willard.” Then she put the car in gear, telling herself:

“I’ve got to think about that a bit.” And she drove home.

At home she took off all of her clothes and took a long hot shower. It felt good. Cleaned up, she went to the fridge and got herself a glass of white wine and went to the family room. It was dark and it looked out on the back of the property, which was wooded after a lawn of about a half a block in length. She sat, naked, sipping her wine and said to the night air and the spirits:

“Wayne, I have to think about this; help me out here.”

She thought for a bit and was pleased that there was some clarity in her thoughts. She continued to muse out loud, as though here were right there with her.

“Honey, I shut myself down and off, once you left; I wasn’t me; really, I wasn’t anyone. It’s been long and hard, and I know that it was really doing a disservice to your memory and the memory of what we were to be that way and remain that way. I remember how we’d both giggle at being so ‘perverted’ as you said, and we did talk any number of times about me ‘doing’ someone else, maybe a black man, with you watching. I shut off those thoughts and buried them with the me that was your me.”

She stopped then and cried a little but eventually she was ready to go on.

“Well, honey, I can’t believe that you don’t know what’s happened lately. Lance and that ride home from my conference had the clarion sound of a ‘wakeup call’ for me. I look at myself and the things I did with and for Lance and realize that I’ve opened up my ‘slutty’ persona again. I thought it was dead and gone with you, who were both master and arranger for me and us.”

She thought again; took a drink of her wine and continued to talk to the dark:

“And, yes, my sweet Wayne, I did Derrick and his roommate. The roommate was neither hear nor there but I wasn’t able to resist seeing Derrick in that shower and the way he was the absolute image of you. I did it and I loved it.”

She drank again and went on: “Then things went somewhat crazy; I mean, Lance ‘losing’ me in the basketball game, and going along with and having to satisfy those three black teen agers. And the fear----oh, the fear of them hitting me, spanking me, yes, and even burning me----branding me, as I thought of it later. That fear was mixed with a sexual awareness that I thought had left my life forever. I was more in shock at that revelation than anything that those boys did; I just couldn’t tell them because I wasn’t sure they’d understand. Then it got more interesting with being taken to the club and meeting Willard.”

She got up and walked around the dark room with the wine in her hand.

“If I tell the truth here, and this talk with my ‘spirits’ really makes that necessary, it was meeting Willard that really stirred me. It kind of shocked me into putting it all into place and making sense of all of it. I was so pleased to ‘thank him’ the way that I did. It made meeting up with those boys again such a great experience.”

She paused then a long time, letting all of the various scenes play in her mind, in her head before she went back to her conversation.

“It’s brought out my ‘slut me’, remember that’s what we called it, when you were making all those crazy, sexy plans? It has brought it out again, and I find myself reacting the way that I did with you: resolving and deciding to do what I’m told by people like this. And finding, O god, discovering, that I like that; I like doing that, being that way.”

She knew now that she was drawing to an end, and coming to her conclusions:

“So, sweetheart, I need to be this way for a while but I have to talk and make it up to Derrick. It’s not fair to be that way with him.”

She stopped and she cried for a little bit again.

“Wayne,honey, this is not our good bye, last or final or anything. It’s just me letting you know what’s going on, and how I am. I’m beginning to be finer than I’ve been for a long time, finding again this lost, buried, set aside part of me, that you loved so much and used so well. I just need to get the courage to talk to Derrick. I hope I haven’t screwed that up!”

She was startled out of her reverie by the phone, which made her jump, when it rang.

“What are you doin’, darling?” came the voice.

Nancy’s voice caught in her throat until she realized it was Derrick, who sounded so much like his dad that it was uncanny.

Nancy giggled, and suppressed her tears.

“Oh, Derrick,” she sighed, “It’s such a treat to hear your voice!”

Then she told him that she was sitting there in the nude and drinking a glass of wine, that she’d decided to think about the things that have been happening lately and had just been talking to Derrick’s dad about them to help her think.
There was a silence, and then Derrick, his voice thick with emotion, said:

“Well, Mom, here I am!” He hesitated then and said: “Maybe you shouldn’t tell me what you’re wearing; after all, I at school and am celibate.”

Then they both laughed, and she said:

“Okay, no teasing, but honey I’d love to talk to you for a bit.”

He proposed that they meet half way at a diner that they both knew about and the date was set. They set a time, and she said:

“I’ll be there, and I’ll be dressed.”

“You said ‘no teasing’,” he shot back at her.

“Oops!” she came back with, “Sorry, Derrick.”

Then she thought a moment and said:

“Honey, I don’t regret what happened between me and you and Ned at all but I know that it’s not a good idea to make a habit of it.”

“That’s cool, Mom,” he said to her, “I understand and I agree.”

“Oh, I love you, Derrick,” she said, on the verge of tears again.

“I love you do,” then he added: “Dress up a bit; it’ll be so cool to be met by a gorgeous sexy woman.”

“You’ve got it, big guy!” she said as she rung off.

She dressed carefully. It was a pair of beige-gold bikini panties and a matching bra that was underwired, and showed her nipples prominently. Then it was a light brown button sweater and a pair of wheat colored linen trousers that were tight and showed clearly the edges of her panties. She finished it off with a pair of 4” brown high heels.

The drive was about an hour and a half to get to the diner, which was a popular place and usually pretty crowded.

When Nancy arrived, Derrick was already waiting for her. She kind of stalked into the diner and, seeing him, waved and went to where he was sitting.

They sat in a corner and ordered; then she spoke up:

“Derrick, I need to talk to you a bit.”

“It’s about what you’ve been doing, Mom, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said simply. Then she went on: “I really think that your dad wouldn’t want me to close down the way that I have and just waste away. I really don’t think that.”

“I agree, Mom,” he said to her, putting his hand over hers on the table.”

“I hope you don’t think that I’m terrible; I’m trying to find myself again, and regain some of the, I don’t know, élan that your Dad and I had. I never actually thought that it would happen again but it seems to be happening.”

“Tell me,” he said, not moving his hand away. “I love you, Mom, and nothing is going to change that.”

Then she talked to him and told him about her ‘adventures’ of late. She looked at him with great concern and he smiled at her and then laughed.

“Mom, you’re coming out again and it sounds like you’re doing a hell of a job of it.”

“You don’t think I’m being . . .uh . . .jjtoo slutty or something like that?” she averted her eyes as she said it.

“Look at me, Mom,” he ordered, and she obeyed instinctively.

“You’re finding the real you,” is what he said then, “And that’s what I want for you more than anything. Please be careful though!”

She promised that she would. It made her feel so much better that he was so calm about it. She smiled and began to think that it was going to be as good for her as she thought it might just be. Nancy leaned back then and looked around a bit. Her scan of the whole place ran across a number of people but her gaze flashed back to the other corner of the place, where she saw Willard sitting. Junior was with him and he was talking to a man. Nancy got a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew immediately that she was going to do something.

She reached in her purse and found a bag that she’d folded there and left from a gift she purchased. She put it in her pants’ pocket and said:

“Sweetie, I’ll be right back, I need the ladies’.”

She went to the ladies, and in the booth, quickly removed her slacks totally and then skinned her panties down her legs and off. She then put the panties in the bag and exited from the stall.
She walked slowly through the diner and went to the table where Willard was sitting. Junior noticed her first and poked Willard, pointing at her.

“Mr. Willard, sir,” she said quietly. He rose and greeted her:

“Ms Sweet, what a nice surprise.” Then he introduced her to the other man, a Mr. Roosevelt. She greeted him and said:

“I apologize for disturbing you; I just wanted to say ‘thank you’ again for what you did the other day, and give you this small gift.”

She handed Willard the bag, and said that she was with her son and didn’t want to bother them again. Then she went back to where Derrick was sitting. She watched as Willard excused himself from the other two and looked into the ‘gift’ bag, finding her panties in the bag. She saw him look around and look directly at her. Then he went back to talking to the other man. But soon the other man left and Junior went to the door. Willard made his way to where

Derrick and Nancy were sitting.

“Thank you for the gift,” Willard, said, “I appreciate it and the trouble you took to prepare it for me.”

Nancy then introduced him to Derrick, telling Derrick that Willard was the ‘knight in shining armor’ that rescued him.

Derrick stood and accepted the hand that Willard extended toward him; he was quick to say:

“Sir, I have to tell you that I appreciate everything that you did for my Mom; she’s a wonderful woman, and if there is any kind of service, of any sort that I can ever do for you to help, please contact me.”

So, saying, Derrick wrote down his cell phone number for Willard, who thanked him kindly. Derrick then said:

“Mom, I really have to get back to school.”

“Of course, honey,” she said, kissing him; she turned to Willard and said:

“Can you please wait a moment? I’ll return right away.”

He nodded his head ‘yes’, so that Nancy joined Derrick and walked him to the door, while Willard waited where he was.

Nancy came back soon to where Willard was still standing and, apparently, waiting for her.

“You have a very good, respectable, well spoken son,” Willard said.

Nancy blushed with pleasure, and Willard quickly said:

“It’s such a treat to see you blush; it’s a lost kind of sensibility in women these days, I’m afraid.”

This, of course, made Nancy blush that much more. Then Willard spoke to her quietly:

“Can I ask a the favor of you of a ride to the city? Junior will have the car and needs to go on a few errands for me. If it’s not too much of a problem?”

Nancy flushed again and said: “It’ll be my pleasure, please, I’m just out here.”

The went to the car in the parking lot; it was parked a little out of the way in a dark kind of spot. They walked to the car in silence.

Willard quipped good- naturedly, when they got to the car: “I guess I can trust you to get me back?”

Nancy laughed, a kind of crystal stream of a laugh and, grinning up at the tall black man that she was walking with said, with a glint in her eye:

“Would it be better if you ‘frisked’ me?”

Willard laughed and said: “Exactly what I need to do.” Then taking Nancy by the shoulder, he said:

“Assume the position.”

Nancy did so against the car, saying over her shoulder: “I’ve always wanted to be ‘frisked’; this is so cool.”

Willard began by patting down her ankles and then moved to her knees. By the time that he got to her thighs, Nancy was breathing heavily and no longer was she giggling.

“O myyyyyyy!” she sighed, as Willard’s hands moved around the front surface of her thighs and then went to the inner surface, trailing up to meet at her pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she sighed again, for now his hands were moving up along her back and over her shoulders and down, capturing her breasts totally and rubbing his palms along her nipples, causing them to become rigid with her excitement.

“You’re clean!” he said smiling.

“Oh, am I?” she asked with a light headed kind of tone.

He took her am and she allowed him to lead her to the car, and she got in.

When they were in the car, Willard smiled at her and said:

“Why did you give me the gift?”

Nancy reddened and said: “It was a whim; I know I was acting very childishly.”

“No,” he said in return, “You were acting like a lady facing what she wants.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. (She was really excited about the chance to be with Willard again but was not quite sure about where it all was going.)

He sensed it, and said: “So, let’s talk about that.”

Nancy nodded her head in compliance. Willard looked at her with a serious expression on his face and said to her:

“Understand this: When I ask you questions, I want you to always answer me with total honesty; and what I know of you thus far kind of assures me that you will. So, tell me, what is it that you want?”

“You mean right now?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” he said, “Let’s begin there.”

She breathed out a huge sigh and said to him, with her eyes down, refusing to think about it and censor what she had to say, groping for honesty:

“I want your hand on my naked ass and your cock in my mouth.”

“Hmm,” he smiled, “The lady certainly knows what she wants.”

“Drive,” he said then, “I know a place nearby where we can talk some more and make sure that you get your wish.”

They stopped at a lay-by that was near, and parked back in the second parking lot of the lay-by. He said to her:
“Stay,” as he got out of the car. She simply obeyed.

Then he went to her side of the car, and opening the door, took her gently by the arm and helped her out. He left the door open, so that the lights from the car were illuminating the area. He walked her around to the rear of the car and they stood there. She was tense and waiting for him to decide what would happen next. She jumped just a bit, when his arm went around her and unbuttoned the waist band button of her slacks. Next it was the zipper that was pulled down.

With a tug, her pants slid down her legs, past her thighs and puddled at her ankles. Nancy sighed a great sigh, when this happened.

“Now look at the white woman,” Willard said, “Standing in the dark, middle of nowhere with her pants around her ankles and her bare ass hanging out.”

Nancy didn’t know what, if anything to say; she simply acknowledged the truth of what he said with a small, meek

“Yes.”

“I guess, yes,” he said.

Then his hands were on the buttons of her sweater and then it was undone, hanging open. He reached inside of her opened sweater and unclasped her bra, letting her generous tits swing free.

“Better and better,” Willard said, and got another meek ‘yes’ from Nancy who was completely captivated, and standing willing for anything.

“Now that talk, Nancy, white woman with her ass hanging out and her tits swinging free!” Willard said to her. “I hear that you were with the boys again.”

“Oh dear!” Nancy said but then went on quickly to admit it: “Yes, I was.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I saw them, and after being with you, I was so excited.”

“And the memories of what they did to you turned you on?” he asked. (Running his hands down her belly from her tits to her pussy mound, as he asked, eliciting a long sigh from her and a kind of tremble.)

“Yes, it did,” she answered, “I was . . .I was acting like a slut, I guess.”

“Well, yes, you were; is that what you are, Ms. Nancy Sweet? Are you a slut?” he wanted to know.

“Yes, uh, . . .Willard, uh . . .sir,” she said, “I am; it’s what I probably always have been but it’s been so much, I don’t know, asleep for such a long time.”

“Very nice quality in a white woman, standing with her pants around her ankles and her tits free to the night air with a black man in the middle of nowhere,” he laughed, tweaking a nipple.

“Do you like being a slut or do you especially like being a nigger’s slut?” he asked then.

She gasped. “I don’t like that word!” she said quickly.

“But,” he went on, squeezing her cheeks into an expressive ‘o’, “When it refers to the big black nigger prick that will soon be in your white mouth, it can be a delicious word.”

“Oh yes,” she sighed agreeing and plunged on to the truth of their situation: “I do like being a slut for nigger prick.”

Then he walked around in front of her and put his fingers on her lips and said:

“Well, let’s see here.”

With that he pulled on her cheeks making her mouth a huge gaping hole.

“Yes, the white woman has a mouth big enough for my nigger prick!” he chuckled as he said it.

Her answer was to lick his fingers with her tongue.

“Do you like being my slut?” Willard wanted to know then, releasing her cheeks and letting her lick them off.

Nancy collapsed back against Willard, with his hands running up and down her naked back now, resting on her ass cheeks and kneading them, when she answered.

“O god, yes, sir, I do!”

“Good! Very good,” Willard said and sent a finger into the recess of between her ass cheeks, probing her asshole as he spoke.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Nancy said.

“Fantasy fulfilled?” he asked.

“Yes, first part!” she admitted.

Then he stood off from her, walking around to the front of her again and said:

“But what if I want you as my whore?”

Nancy gave him a wide eyed look of surprise and shock. “Is that what you want from me?” she asked in a tiny voice.

He stroked her face and said: “No sweet Ms. Sweet, I want you as my woman but if there’s a time, when special people are visiting and I want you to entertain them, I’d probably expect them to pay you a gift for the entertainment.”

Nancy sucked in her breath, the very concept had her even more aflame with heat than she had been. She grasped his hand and kissed the palm of his hand and said fervently:

“Oh, yes, sir! I’d do that because you asked it of me; told me to do it. I would!”

“You are a treasure, Nancy Sweet!” he said then, leaning to kiss her open mouth. She clung to him and treated his tongue like the cock that she expected to suck soon.

He laughed: “I’ve got a hot white woman on my hands!”

“Yes, sir, you do!” Nancy replied, kissing his neck.

“One more thing,” he said, “Before we get to the main event here. I want you to tell me about the pain that you had from those three kids.”

“Pain?” she said.

“Yes, cigarette burns and the lighter they used. How did you feel about that?”

“Afraid,” she said; then she hesitated, gave a kind of sigh and went on, as though determined to ‘get it over’: “Afraid but turned on; I only came to grips with that later but I was so excited by it that I, uh, . . .played with myself thinking about it.”

He laughed again. “Oh we’ll have to indulge that love of pain, Nancy, my Nancy.”

She kissed his neck again and said: “Yes, sir.”

The Willard laughed again and said: “You are so much fun, Nancy Sweet; you are just a treasure.”

She smiled at him, and closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of his hands sliding over her tits on their way to her pussy to simply take possession of her.

Then Nancy looked over her shoulder at him and, remembering the banter and the lesson of the three black kids, said to him softly:

“Will you let me now, sir? Will you let me use my mouth for the purpose that white women’s mouths were meant? Will you let me make love to your black prick, nigger prick?” As she spoke, she slid to her knees and clasped him around the knees speaking fervently:

“I am asking, Mr. Willard; I am begging, Mr. Willard; I promise you here and now that I will be what you want me to be, what you need me to be! But now I want to have your cock in my mouth, if you will please allow it! Please!”

She kissed his knees, as she spoke, and then, with him watching a smiling, she lowered herself to the ground and kiss the toe of his shoe, licking it then with her tongue, and continued to lick all of his shoe, and then did the other one.”

Willard smiled and said: “So much fun! My woman!”

And that made Nancy rejoice, as, grinning at him, she reached for his zipper. In a few seconds, she had his prick in her hands and sighed:

“As lovely as I remember it!”

“Show me what a white woman’s mouth needs to do!” he said softly.

NANCY AND LANCE CHAPTER VII
THE CHOICE MADE AND CONSEQUENCES

Nancy knelt there, and her mood flowed from sexual heat to contentment. She leaned her head against Willard’s knee.

She looked up at him and smiled at him; he was returning the smile.

She said simply: “You know that I really do want to do this, and the things that I promised, as we talked.”

Willard reached down and stroked her hair, saying in a soft voice:

“I know you do, babe! I can see past the heat and the sexual posing about white women and their mouths; I know that those three kids can’t, and maybe won’t but I can. You do this now, you do this, honey, not because I want it but because you do.”

“Yes,” she said simply and, turning her head a bit, stuck out her tongue and licked the long, dark length of his cock.

She shivered, as she did it, not from the cold or any such reason but only from her inner sense of being at the right place at the right time for herself.

As she licked the prick, without putting a hand on it yet, it bobbed up and down from her licking. She giggled.

“It’s greeting me!” she laughed.

“Nancy,” he laughed with her, “You’re so real! Of course he’s greeting you!”

“Now my turn,” she returned, and, after saying that, she took his prick in her hand and lifted it in the air. It exposed the underside of his cock.

Before doing any work on it, she grinned up at him one more time, and then lowered her head taking his ball sack in her mouth. She gently, gently sucked on the ball sack, running her tongue over each of his balls in turn, and then lifting up the ball sack, she licked the area just below his ball sack, giving a cry of regret that he still had his pants on and she couldn’t lick any further toward his ass.

“Next time, no pants,” he said, reading her mood.

“You are so tuned in,” she said.

“Yes, I am, my beautiful babe,” he answered.

Then she began to run her tongue up along the ridge on the underside of his prick that was formed by the large vein there. She licked straight up and down and then she licked across it as she progressed up the cock toward its head.

She lowered her head again and began to suck on the vein on the underside of the cock, moving, with her mouth

sucking each inch of the way, all the way back up to the head.

She held the head in her and and licked up the underside of the head.

Willard grunted, and Nancy lifted her head and grinned at him.

She leaned toward the prick and kissed the underside of it again.

“Hi there,” she said to the cock. “We’re going to be friends.”

She giggled then and said to him quickly:

“Sorry, I’m being silly here.”

He said, in a low gravelly voice: “You’re being just fine, lovely Nancy!”

Then she spoke to the cock head again: “Here I come, ready or not.” And looking up into Willard’s eyes, she said:

“Look, Willard, no hands.”

As she said that, she put her hands behind her back and took the head of Willard’s cock in her mouth, letting her tongue lick the underside of the cock head and her lips tighten their grip on it.

“Oh, yes, Nancy can suck cock!” Willard wheezed.

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

“Suck!” he ordered in a mock serious voice.

“Yes, master,” she said mockingly but a look flashed between them as she did; a look that gave her shivers.

She captured the head again in her mouth, and then, quickly, with no warning, she plunged her head downward, thanking Rambler mentally as she did, and captured the prick, all but the last three huge inches, in her mouth and the top of her throat. She breathed through her nose and tightened her lips around the cock as she slowly slid it out of her mouth, in effect jerking it with her mouth.

“She knows how!” Willard said, breathing hard.

Then Nancy pushed her head quickly down again, this time forcing another inch and a half, getting her toward her goal of kissing his abs, while keeping the cock in her mouth. She slid her head slowly, slowly off of the prick, pulling the skin with it, and looking up, gave Willard a huge grin, and an air kiss.

“Sassy bitch!” he quipped; at which remark, she shook her head ‘yes’, and plunged her face downward again. This time she met her goal, and took all of the 9” prick into her mouth and relaxed throat, ending with a kiss planted on his stomach.

“Amazing,” Willard said, breathlessly, as Nancy switched from ‘swallowing’ mode to ‘cock sucking’ mode. She began to take the cock in a more shallow fashion but now she was bobbing her head vigorously, pulling the skin with her tight lips with head stroke and bringing Willard slowly to his climax.

She paused for only a few seconds, taking the cock out of her mouth to ask him:

“Cum where?”

He rasped at her: “Your mouth!”

“Yes! Yes!” she said and went back to the task, increasing the speed of her head movement, jerking him off with her mouth.

Finally, she brought him with her mouth and he flooded her mouth and throat with cum. She swallowed with vigor but still lost some of it down her chin. She sat back with a grin on her face and wiped the cum off with her finger, putting the finger into her mouth.

“Thank you!” she mouthed up at him, as he gathered her up to her feet, and pulled her into his chest. He slid his hands down to cup her ass cheeks, as he held her.

“No, thank you, you marvelous woman!” he said into her ear. Then he continued:

“I have to call Junior and have him come for me; there are a few things that I must do yet tonight. I’m sorry to end this right now but I must. I hope you understand.”

“Yes,” she said simply but with regret.

“I’ll have him pick me up at your place, if you don’t mind.”

“Fine, Willard,” she answered. “Can you come back later?”

“Excellent idea,” he said. “I’ll call you before I come.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she said eagerly.

She drove him to her house, where Junior was indeed waiting for them. Nancy wrapped her arms around Willard, before letting him go.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said softly, then rested her head on his chest, until he put his fingers under her chin and raised her head to kiss her.

She met the kiss eagerly with her mouth open and accepted the soft invasion of his tongue into her mouth, answering with her own tongue. Nancy sighed a deep sigh, once the kiss was broken.

“Oh that was nice!” she sighed at him.

“You’re what’s nice,” Willard said. Then he added: “I’ll call.”

“I’ll wait for you, and will be eager to get your call,” she said to him, as he left her, pulling her panties from his pocket and sniffing at them with pleasure, as he go into the car with Junior.

Nancy was humming to herself elatedly as she moved toward the house and got her keys out.

Just as she entered the shadow of the porch, a voice rasped out at her in the night:

“Who was that, you cunt! Who were you slobbering over?”

Nancy started, turning to the side where the voice came from with fright.

“Lance!” she said, putting her hand over her heart. “You scared me!”

“You’d best be scared, you disloyal whore! I said who was that?”

Nancy saw the look on his face, and it frightened her.

“Willard!” she said quickly.

“Who the fuck is Willard?” he demanded to know, “and why were you fucking around with him?”

Then Lance grabbed Nancy by the arm and pulled her off of the porch toward the side of the house.

“Come here, you dirty bitch!” he growled, “I want to talk to you and you’d fuckin’ better have answers that I like or you’ll regret it, I promise.”

“Lance,” she protested, as she hurried along with him, being pulled with his grip on her arm, “You’re hurting me.”

“Hurting you, whore!” he exploded, “You haven’t begun to hurt.”

He now had her in the shadows of the back of the house illuminated only partially by a nearby street lamp.

“Take your sweater off!” he demanded.

Nancy stood still in shock from his tone. He slapped her face, and repeated the demand about her sweater. This time she hasted to unbutton the sweater and took it off.

“Take off the fuckin’ bra too!” was his next order. Nancy did it immediately this time, frighteningly aware of his black mood. Now she was naked to the waist.

Lance grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it until she cried out and tears sprang to her eyes.

“Now tell me about this Willard, whore, or I’ll pull the fuckin’ nipple off.” Then he twisted it again.

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!” Nancy whimpered as she began to tell him about the night with the three black kids.

When she mentioned them, Lance slapped her out of rage at her mentioning how he’d ‘lost’ her in the basketball game.

Nancy, crying now, hastened on with the explanation of who Willard was and how he’d helped her that first night.

“Then you went back, you fuckin’ disloyal bitch! Didn’t you?” he demanded.

She admitted that she did and he slapped her again, shouting at her then:

“Take your pants off!”

Nancy unbuttoned the slacks and pushed them down.

“Where are your panties?” Lance roared.

Nancy, whimpering now through her tears, told him that she’d given them to Willard that evening. He slapped her again, this time knocking her down. He grabbed her by the hair to pull her to her feet and let her step out of her slacks and kick off her shoes.

“Did he fuck you? Did he?” he demanded to know next.

“No!” Nancy said.

Then he got a wild glint in his eye and shouted at her:

“You sucked his cock, his black cock! Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she said in a meek voice.

“Yes, what, cunt?” he roared at her.

“Yes, sir!” she said quickly.

“Okay,” he continued in his rage, “Punishment time for the whore!”

“No, please,” she begged.

He looked around almost wildly and spotted a green stake for plants, and, pulling it from the ground lashed her across the ass with it, causing her to scream and jump.

“Walk ahead of me to the back,” he ordered her, slashing at her naked ass again with the green stake. She gasped, shrieked and jumped, moving ahead until they got to where the trees were. They entered that area, up a little hill for a bit and he told her to stop.

She was in tears and said to him miserably: “But you lost me! In a game!”

Lance slapped her face and sent her tumbling. He got to where she was and said:

“Shut the fuck up, whore! Cunt! Pig! Bitch!” And with each name he slashed at her legs, thighs and ass with the plant stake.

“I’ll show you what’s up for tonight,” he growled, dropping the plant stake.

He took from his pocket a piece of rope and tied it around her wrist. Then he tied the wrist to her ankle, putting her in a position of being folded over on the ground. Then he did the same to her other wrist and ankle, leaving her in a folded position with her head sticking out at one end and her ass at the other.

“Like it, cunt?” he asked her with derision.

“Please don’t do this, Lance!” she begged. His answer was to give her a kick in the ass with the side of his foot.

“Shut up!” he wailed at her. Then he said: “Here’s the plan: first you’ll take my cock in your ‘I like black cock’ mouth and get it nice and wet. Now do a good job, Cunt Nancy, because that’s the only lubrication you’ll get before I stick my dick up your ass. Then you get to spend the night here just as you are; it’ll give you time to think about being good in the future.”

“Please, Lance,” she wailed but her words were cut off my the insertion of his prick into her mouth.
She remembered his words and immediately made an effort to cover his cock with spit, to make it as slick as possible.

He didn’t hold it there a long time, however, and soon, he moved behind her, gave her a resounding slap on the ass, which pulled a loud ‘yip’ out of her, and pushed himself unceremoniously into her ass hole.

She shrieked to the heavens then. It made him laugh and exult.

“Sing it out, Nancy Cunt; sing it out, ‘cause no one can hear and no one is coming to help.”

He sawed away at her ass, plunging in and out, accompanied by her wailing and moaning. For her this was no submission session; Lance had turned on her and was raping her asshole.

She wailed and begged for him to be gentler but it had no effect. He pulled out finally, having pumped his cum into her ass and laughed about the whole process.

Then he took up the plant stake again and began to beat her naked ass with it. He beat at her, and hit her until she was finally pissing on herself.

“There she is, folks,” he intoned, “Nancy the whore, cunting herself for black kids and a black man. And she gets to spend the night here and think about it. Good night, whore!” he said fiercely.

“Noooooooooooooooo,” she wailed after him, hearing his steps receding in the darkness. But then she knew he was gone.

Nancy cried and sobbed for a long time until she actually fell into a kind of fitful sleep, tied and huddled on the ground as she was. Then she was awakened by footsteps, and saw in the distance a light. Lance was returning.
She began to cry out weakly to him: “Lance, please, untie me, I’ll be good, I promise.”

But as she was saying this a loud voice split the darkness:

“WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?”

Nancy heard the voice and started crying in earnest and wailed only one word: “Willard!”

He bent down to her, stroking her face, saying in a soft voice: “Nancy, honey, we’re here; it’s okay now.” Turning and talking over his shoulder, he said:

“Junior, give me a hand here.”

Junior was there in a second and said an involuntary:

“Oh Shit! Who the fuck did this to her?”

Nancy was now crying with relief, as Junior produced a huge knife and cut the bonds that had Nancy tied in a pile on the ground.

“Honey, where are your clothes?” Willard asked.

“The back porch,” she said weakly.

Willard turned to Junior and said, “I’ll bring her; go to the back porch; get her clothes and open the house for us.”
Junior left and Willard scooped Nancy up in his arms; she leaned her head against his chest and said:

“Oh, Willard, when he beat me, I even peed myself, I’m sorry that I smell so bad.” She began to cry again.

“Who?” Willard softly demanded to know.

“Lance,” she said, “He was here waiting and saw me say ‘good night’ to you; he was kind of crazy, when I got to the porch. He had a kind of garden stake and, once he made me take my clothes off, kept hitting me with it.” Her narrative trailed off into tears at that point.

“We’ll settle with the little prick presently,” Willard said, with purpose in his voice, “But let’s get you taken care of first. Don’t you think or say a word about smelling. I’ve got you, babe, and you’re just fine. We’ll get you into a tub and fix you all up. Where is your closest bathroom with a tub?”

Without moving her head off of his chest, she answered:

“Off of the family room there’s a full bath; it’s the entrance at the lower back of the house. Where Junior is waiting.”

“Good,” he answered, “We’ll go there.”

They got to the house and Nancy raised her head; smiling at Junior, who smiled back, she said:

“Thank you for helping me, Junior; sorry I’m such a mess.”

“No trouble, Miss Nancy,” the big man said politely. Then to Willard he said:

“You okay now?”

“Yes,” Willard answered. “We’ll go in and use the bathroom light but no more. That little shit will be coming back soon, you can depend on it; when he does, bring him to me.”

Nancy said weakly: “Please don’t hurt him! I don’t want you to get into trouble on my account.”

Willard stroked Nancy’s face and said: “Nancy, love, you’re too good for words; we won’t hurt him . . .” Then his voice trailed off as he thought, and then continued:

“We’ll just make the punishment fit the crime, is all.”

Nancy smiled and said: “Good.”

Then she nodded the way to the family room bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, a full bathroom of nice proportions, he sat her, still sobbing, on the closed toilet seat as he ran hot water into the bathtub for her. He looked on the shelves and added some fragrant oil to the tub that was supposed to help with sore muscles.

“My that smells good,” Nancy said smiling. Then she added, and began to cry again, while she spoke:

“Willard, you’re so good to me! I don’t know how to thank you for rescuing me again.”

“You just let yourself relax and let me take care of this,” he said. Then he eased the trembling woman into the fragrant bathwater.

Nancy sunk down into the bath with a huge sigh and gave Willard a prize winning smile, as the heat of the fragrant water settled around her.

“Oh, so nice!” she crooned in a soft voice.

He went to her and knelt down by the tub, taking a soft sponge, soaping it and began to run the sponge over her shoulders and neck.

“Royal treatment!” she said softly.

“For my woman!” Willard said.

“Yes,” she replied, “Your woman.”

“Stand please,” he said to her, helping her to her feet. Then he took the sponge and washed her: around and over her tits, her stomach, her back, down her legs, both of her feet, up the back of her legs, then he ran the sponge over and between the cheeks of her ass, cleaning her thoroughly.

“Oh my but this is nice!” Nancy said with a giggle.

“That’s my girl!” he replied, and, having soaped a wash cloth was washing her face, cleaning the tear tracks and removing the makeup.

“Down you go, love,” he said then. “Hair washing time.”

“This is one of the most erotic things possible,” she whispered.

“What is?” he wanted to know.

“Having your hair washed!” she sighed.

“I didn’t know that,” he commented with a soft laugh, as he soaped her hair with shampoo and worked it with his hands, then rinsing her.

“Out with a towel wrap!” he said to her, holding a large pink bath sheet out for her to wrap around herself.

He massaged her with the towel, drying her off and beginning the process of getting her properly relaxed. Just then they heard a clatter and a noise from the outside. Soon Junior came in holding Lance by the neck.

“Got the little shit!” he announced triumphantly.

“Let me go, damn it!” Lance said furiously.

Lance looked at Nancy with Willard and it began to dawn on him that he was in deep trouble.

“Sure, little man,” Junior said and threw Lance bodily over a couch that was there and onto the floor in front of it. He himself hopped over the couch and had a hold of Lance again before he could move. He held him as Willard spoke from across the room, never taking his arm from around Nancy, who snuggled into him all the more, now that Lance was there.

“You little Mutt!” Willard said, “You don’t treat a woman that way, boy; who the fuck ever taught you to treat a woman that way?”

Lance was silent and Junior shook him by the neck. Lance was now fairly pale and had a look of fright on his face.

“I thought you might be this cooperative,” Willard said. “You are one lucky kid that this wonderful woman has already asked me not to hurt you. So, we’ll treat you like you treated her, is all.”

He stopped then and as if for emphasis said: “And be clear about one thing: if, after this night is done, any word of any of this is bandied about, or if you insult this woman in any way at all, it will come to my attention and the earth and the heavens have no place deep enough and dark enough to hide you from me!”

“Or from me!” Junior said with a smile on his face that made Lance blanch even more.

“Do you understand?” Willard asked with quiet fury.

“Yes,” Lance said.

Junior slapped his face and sent him tumbling over the couch again.

“Yes what?” Junior said with fury.

“Yes, sir,” Lance said quickly, a tear already gathering in his eye.

“Take your clothes off, all of them, right now!” Willard ordered and Junior moved toward Lance, who stripped immediately, leaving him standing naked and shaking.
Nancy just looked on with large eyes. Willard kissed her cheek and said:

“Give me just minute here and I’ll get this sorted out.”

“Yes, of course,” she said to him softly and she just watched as Willard went to talk to Junior.

“Take him,” Willard said and went to Junior to give him instructions. Junior nodded and left, holding the now shaking Lance by the neck.

“I want you to take him to the hill top, and beat his ass until he cries; before you’re done make him piss himself, then hose him off. Take him to the bridge and make sure that he spends an hour or so sucking cock and getting fucked.”

Junior grinned, and said: “You’ve got it.” Then he added, “Are you finished with me for tonight?”
Willard said: “Yes, I’ll be staying here; I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Good, boss,” Junior added. Then taking a stronger grip on Lance, he led him out., and then, smiling at Nancy, he and Lance were gone.

Willard turned to her, still standing by the bathroom door wrapped in her towel.

“That’s done,” he said simply. There were still tears in her eyes. She looked at Willard and said:

“I’ll never be able to say ‘thank you’ adequately.”

“You did, just in saying that,” was his reaction, as he put his arms around her. She clung to him, and let the towel float to the floor between them.

“My, my the lady’s naked,” he said chuckling.

“Feels nice,” she said; she hesitated and then continued:

“Willard, I don’t know if I can . . .”

“Stop!” he said, “Not another word; no one is thinking about doing anything tonight. Tonight it’s just peace and security. I’m staying and you’re just fine.”

“Ohhhhh,” she said, beginning to cry again. He let her.

When she was finished, he said to her: “Why don’t I call Derrick?”

“Oh, would you?” she asked.

He did. He explained to Derrick that Lance had gone off of his head with Derrick’s mom but her was here and prevented anything really bad from happening, and that he personally was taking care of Lance. He assured Derrick that there was no need for him to hurry home, his mom was fine.

Nancy got on the phone and told Derrick that she was indeed fine, and that Willard would see to it.

Derrick spoke to Willard one more time to thank him for helping his mom yet again, and they broke the connection.

“Come on, lovely woman,” Willard said. “To bed for us now.”

He got Nancy to her bedroom and had her tuck herself into her king sized bed still naked. She lay there smiling brightly as Willard removed his clothing and went to the bathroom for a quick shower.

“Oh, look at you!” she gushed, “You’re marvelous!”

“Hey,” he said smiling, “You’ll turn my head.”

“I hope to,” she answered with a giggle.

“Back in a minute,” he said next, and went to the shower.

When he came back, he threw back the covers and got into the other side of the bed. He reached and pulled Nancy to him in a spoon position and put his arms around her, cuddling her to him.

The effect was immediate, as he snuggled his naked bulk against her back, ass, and thighs. She felt his cock laying along the curve of her ass and began sinking into a contentment that she’d not known for a long time.

He whispered a line from ‘Lord of the Rings’ to her: “Nancy, ‘heed no nightly noises’, just sleep, sweet woman, sleep.”

“Ohhhhh,” she sighed again, “Is this ever so lovely.”

VIII
NANCY AND LANCE: CHAPTER 8

Nancy dreamt and the dream put her back on that hill. She was there, she was naked, she was kneeling, just as Lance had forced her to in that horrible reality. She felt the bonds of the rope on her wrists and knew that he was attaching each wrist to an ankle, fastening her into place with her mouth and her ass prominent for use.

She began to whimper, and try, in that horrible slow, senseless, futile dream-like manner, to work against re-living the scene, when she felt the pressure of Willard’s arms around her, and, through the fog of her nightmare dream, heard his voice:

“‘No nightly noises,’ babe,”

Nancy began to sob and turned to him the relief flooding her; she pressed herself against him and felt his hand slide down her back to her naked ass to pull her into him. She moved against him, putting her head against his chest, and allowing the security of his hand on her ass cheeks to pull her into a deep contentment again. She slept.

It was later that she woke again; this time it was a pressure against her ass that woke her. She wondered just a bit but then realized quickly that she was here at home, that Lance had indeed attacked her, and that she was in bed with Willard.

Then the thought struck her: “Willard!”

The pressure pushing against her, it almost made her giggle, forcing her to put her face in her pillow to keep from making the noise outright.

The pressure was Willard’s prick pressing against her ass cheek.

Nancy’s reaction was pure lust and it was immediate. The danger and the fright were past and now she was with Willard and his was asleep, and he was right there and his cock was hard and she wanted it, every bit of it.

She moved ever so slightly and slowly, disentangling herself from sheets and covers, and getting them pushed away.

He didn’t stir at all. He sprawled on his back and she looked, just looked at first:

Large shoulders, and a well defined chest that slopped to his waist, lovely thighs and a large, large prick.

She giggled to herself: “Rambler has nothing on him at all! I can live with this!”

The thought made her smile, as she made her move. She didn’t think that he’d stay asleep long but this was something that she loved to do. She remembered, in a fleeting second, how much Wayne had enjoyed being awakened like this, and it made her smile again. She was positive that Wayne would have approved of this coffee colored man, who dominated her bed and, right now, right there and then, filled her completely with lust.

She moved in a crawling motion to place herself between his slightly outstretched legs. When she was there, kneeling over him and gazing down on him with a mixture of wonder, lust and simple enjoyment, she reached out and put a hand around his stiff cock.

It amazed her. She’d already had it in her mouth twice but this was a different and completely new perspective. It was huge and her hand barely, barely went around it.

“Oh will that feel good to get inside,” she thought, snickering to herself at her ‘dirty thoughts’.

When she could restrain herself no longer, she leaned forward and licked her way up the underside of his cock, moving her tongue and lips to his cock head. When she arrived, in her progress, at the cock head, she stopped there and licked the entire surface of it, and then applied her mouth to the underside of his cock and sucked on it.

Willard groaned.Joan whispered: “Middle of the night wake up call for Willard!”

“What a mouth on the woman!” Willard said in a sleepy voice.

“You are just an on-looker here, Mr.” she said to him purposefully. “I’m here to take advantage of this massive cock.

It’s just like we said: ‘Next time no pants!‘Well, Mr it’s next time and you have no pants on and you’re mine all mine.

In the clutches of this slutty white woman!” She giggled as she finished her outrageous speech.

His reaction was a simple: “Slutty white woman!”

Then she was sucking on the underside of his cock head again.

She lifted her head and crooned to him:

“Love the texture, love the size, love the taste.”

“Hmm,” Willard responded, “Sweaty!”

“Tastes like a cock; don’t want it to taste like soap! Want it to taste like a cock! And if it’s a bit nasty that’s fine with me because I’m a bit nasty also!”

She thought and giggled out loud: “There’s money there, Willard honey.”

“What?” he asked, raising his head just a little.

“Cock flavored candy, maybe life savers! You could produce them in regular and nasty flavors!”

“Woman, stop your crazy talk and tend to business,” he said in a mock-cranky voice.

“Yes, sir,” she answered. “I don’t want it to be said that I don’t always do what I’m told.”

Then he peered at her and asked, in a totally serious tone of voice:

“Is that what you do, Nancy? Do you always do what you’re told?”

She held his cock in he hand and said to him, smiling but serious, looking over the head of his prick, where her mouth still was working:

“Yes, Willard; it’s what I do! I do what I’m told, always! I do what I’m told.”

He was interested now:

“What if you’re told to do something outrageous, Nancy?” he asked in a soft voice.

She licked is cock head again, giving him a shiver, which made her smile and answered:

“Then I’ll do something outrageous!” she said quickly.

“Suck off someone that I send you to?” he asked.

She licked him and said: “Suck off someone that you send me to.”

“Sell yourself to clients, when I tell you to?” was his next inquiry.

“Sell myself to clients, when you tell me to,” she replied.

“Have another session with Lance, if I want you to?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t hesitate at all: “Have another session with Lance for you, especially with you watching.”

She took the cock head into her mouth completely, sucked on it and lifting her head said:

“Oh, Willard, I mean it; I just mean it. I’ll do what you tell me to do.It’s me, who I am, what I am.”

“My slutty Nancy!” he said in the sleepy voice.

“Your slutty Nancy!” she replied.

“Do what you gotta do, white woman!” he said with a contented sigh.

“Gonna!” was her last word before plunging her mouth down onto his cock and gathering most of it in her throat.

“Woah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he said in delight. “Middle of the nights were never like this.”

“Well, they should be!” was her reply as she lifted her head with strings of saliva draping from her lips to his shining cock. But now she had plans and proceeded to get on with them.

She scooted a little lower down on the bed, and at the same time, raised his left leg so that the knee was bent. It put her mouth at the same level as his foot. She smiled up at him and licked the top of his foot. His grin was huge, watching her, and realizing what she planned.

She licked the top of his toes, and then took the little toe into her mouth, sucking on it fervently. Then it was the space between the toes and then the next toe got the same sucking treatment. She worked her way across the top of his foot and then, holding the foot up, licked the length of the sole of his foot.

“Woman knows her place,” Willard quipped.

“At her master’s feet,” Nancy said without hesitation and they both laughed, as Nancy went on to the next foot, giving it the same treatment. In the middle of doing this foot, Nancy raised her head and said seriously:

“I also do sweaty feet!”

“You are a marvel,” he sighed.

“To those I love,” she said softly, “To those I love.”

“Lick!” he ordered.

She stuck her tongue out and said a sassy “Yes, sir!”

“Aha,” he said then, “Spanking for later noted!”

The grin on Nancy’s face then was gigantic; she said to him:

“That’s no way to get this white woman to behave!” Then she began to hum and sing:

“Spanking, spanking, gonna get a spanking! Gonna get a spanking! Gonna get a spanking now!”

Then she went back to the foot she was still working on, saying to him, just before continuing with the foot:

“Oops, sorry, sir, your words distracted me!”

“Fuckin’ sassy bitch!” he said fervently.

She lifted her head and grinned at him.

“That’s it,” was his next statement, “Spanking on the ass naked.”

“Goodie!” Nancy said.

Then she got serious and looking at Willard, with her foot in his hand, said to him softly:

“Willard, I am your white bitch! I know how soon it is; but that’s how I feel.”

“I know, honey,” was his reply.

Nancy moved nest to kissing and licking her way up his legs; once she’d done both legs, she asked him if he’d please turn over.

“Uh Oh!” he said, “Lady intends to get serious now.”

“Lady intends to get dirty now,” she quipped, beginning to lick the back of his thighs.

She trailed her tongue along one thigh and then the other, and then, with a soft noise in her throat, that she produce without intending to, she began to kiss his ass cheeks. She kissed one side and then the other. Suddenly she jumped up from the bed. He looked at her wondering what the heck she was doing. She rushed to the bathroom and came back with a tube of red lipstick. She daubed her lips generously with the lipstick and then went back to kissing his ass, a huge grin on her face. She left lipstick kisses all over Willard’s ass cheeks.

“Here we go now,” she finally said, using her hands to pry the cheeks of his ass apart.

She lowered her head and ran a tentative tongue along the crack of his ass. She licked and kissed up one side of his ass crack and then down the other. He lay with his head on the pillow making contented noises, as Nancy began to descend into his ass crack with her lips and tongue. Finally, her tongue reached the pucker of his ass hole and she stabbed at it, licking around it and, prying his cheeks apart kissed his ass ring as though it were a mouth with lips.

“Got it!” she crooned, forcing her tongue inside the asshole a little and wiggling her tongue around, once it was there.

She lay down on top of him and worked her way up his spine with her tongue and lips. Then she had him roll over again and started with his ears, began to nibble at his ears.

She moved to his face and kissed his cheeks. She said:

“No kiss, she’s got a dirty mouth now.”

“Bullshit,” he said, grabbing her and holding her to himself in a deep kiss.

She slid from the kiss and worked her way down to his chest, sucking on each nipple in turn. Then she held up his arm and buried her face in each armpit in turn, licking it and sucking on the hair.

She lifted her head and said: “I also do sweaty armpits!”

“I thought as much!’ he said agreeably.

“Part of the service, sir,” she quipped, and went back to sliding down his torso and working with her tongue.

She got to his cock again and crawled up to where his head was. She trailed her stiff nipples along his stomach as she went.

“Do I look like a cow with my tits hanging down?” she wanted to know.

“That’s fine,” he said, “You are my cow.”

In response, she ‘mooed’ in his ear and then whispered: “Willard, sir! Any hole that you want! Every hole if you want! Right here and right now I begin being yours. Companion, friend, slave; your woman. It begins right here and now.”

“Hands and knees then, bossy!” he said fiercely.

She moved her body, and moved into place, so that she was on the bed on her hands and knees, with her tits swung back and forth. She also moved her hips so that her ass wiggled at him.

“Fuckin’ ripe, beautiful, horny bitch!” he growled.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she wailed at him.

“My bitch, my beautiful woman!” he growled next, sliding his big cock down the crack of her ass cheeks.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she repeated.

“How will it be, fast or slow? Tell me, Bossy.”

“As you wish, anyway you wish, sir,” she said resolutely.

“Here we come then,” he said, “No prelims now; all that later; now it’s fucking.”

Then he plunged into her pussy and Nancy screamed her delight into the pillow. He literally banged away at her, pushing into her almost with a fury. She cried out with it, always with her mouth muted by the pillow. Then he pulled out; she gave a squeal of disapproval but he was only moving a little.

“Now the asshole, bossy, here it comes!” with that he pushed his large cock into her asshole and, slapping her ass for emphasis, got himself lodged completely inside of her ass.”

“WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” she cried out into the pillow then, and came from the fury of it. Behind her, on her back now, Willard gave one last push and he himself came also, collapsing on top of her. First, he bit her neck and then kissed it fervently.

“My god you’re so complete!” he said into her ear. “You are just so complete!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” she sighed. “I love feeling you on top of me!”

He stayed for a bit and then rolled off. Nancy moved and scooted down to where his cock was now softening. She lifted it with her hand and took it into her mouth, using her tongue and saliva to clean it. He laid his hand casually in her hair, as she performed the task.

“More and more perfect,” he said wonderingly.

When Nancy was finished using her mouth, she got out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She came back from there with a warm washcloth and a towel. Bending over Willard, who watched with a warm smile on his face, she washed his soft cock and then dried it with the towel. Then she went back to the bathroom and put the towel back.

She came back to bed then and they snuggled down again, spooning each other and drifted back to sleep.

Nancy woke the next morning with Willard leaning up on an elbow and smiling down at her.

She smiled in return and said to him: “You are so good to me; not just that you seem to rescue me right on cue but last night was a combination of the nicest and most erotic of my life.”

“My woman,” Willard said, “It’s how I treat my woman!”

“Yes,” she echoed, “You’re woman. How nice that sounds.”

“Would the master like coffee?” she wanted to know then.

“Yes, he wold, as a matter of fact; so, go, woman!”

He reached out and slapped her ass with his big hand, as he said it. She giggled and was off immediately to get the coffee ready. She wore a short red, silk robe that barely went down to cover her ass cheeks.

“Lookin’ good, Nancy!” he said, as she approached the doorway.

“Thank you, sir;” she answered, “Not bad for bossy? Is it?”

He laughed and said: “Coffee now! Or I slap that ass again.”

“Oh,” she sassed back, “Maybe I should linger then.”

“Out, coffee!” he ordered and she scurried away.

She was in the kitchen getting the coffee ready, when about 20 minutes later, he came in, having had a quick shower.

“Sorry to shower alone,” he said “But I have some stuff with Junior to do early today. He should be coming soon.”

“Oops,” Nancy said, “I’d better get dressed.”

“Why?” Willard asked.

“Because of the way that I’m dressed, and I smell probably,” she said.

“You look wonderful and sexy in that robe,” he said, and then added: “And you smell like a woman who has had sex and that’s wonderful and sexy too. You need to only go and run a comb through your hair and put on heels. That will be enough for our Junior.”

“But . . .” then she stopped herself, adding: “I’m so sorry, Willard, here I am, after making all those noises about doing what you want and I stand here questioning the first thing that you tell me to do. You must think that I’m a real liar!”

“I think that you’re just getting used to being who you really want to be,” he said to her. He laughed and continued:

“Our Junior is really, really shy and he likes you; It’ll be nice for you to look sexy for him.”

Nancy threw her arms around Willard’s neck and said: “If it’s sexy the man wants, it’s sexy he gets. But Junior had better watch out.”

“I guess,” Willard agreed.

She took a few steps toward the door that would lead her to the bedrooms and stopped:

“Willard, this is so new, refreshing, exciting and important to me; I am sorry for the way I acted before.”

“Out before I spank you!” he threatened.

“Well then,” she laughed, “Here I stay.”

He jumped up from the table and she shrieked and raced away, shouting:

“I’m going, I’m going! Comb hair and put on heels! Yes, sir, just as you wish!”

Her voice trailed off as she went upstairs; it became fainter and fainter.

Willard laughed to himself and said softly but out loud: “Well, well, Willard, how fortunate are you then?”

Nancy came back soon; she wore a pair of red shoes that had 4” heels. She had combed her hair, and put on lipstick and a bit of face blush.

“Very nice,” Willard said, holding out his arm to receive her, as she came into the kitchen.

She went to where he could put his arm around her waist. It put him in position to kiss the side of her left tit.

“I like that!” she cooed to him. “Do I look okay?”

Willard looked her over and said: “Tighten the belt of your robe. Let the robe and the tight belt emphasize your tits. It will also lift the hem of the robe so that any slight movement will show the bottom of your ass cheeks.

Nancy blushed, and did as he told her. She looked at herself in the mirror and said:

“Oh, yes, oh, yes! Junior had better watch out!” She grinned at Willard, as she said it.

“I guess,” was his agreement.

She got Willard another cup of coffee and said: “I’d like to talk to you for a few moments before Junior comes, Willard.”

He nodded and she began: “What I said during the night; I want you to know that it wasn’t only the sex talking. I meant what I said. I meant the responses that I made to your questions. I know that I am and have always been kinky, and I’d love the chance to show that. My loyalty to you and what you want for me,and from me will be real and total. I promise you that.”

A tear glistened in the corner of her eye as she finished saying this.

“Come here, honey!” he said, holding out his arm again. “You just come here to me.”

He stood then and put his arms around her. His holding her lifted the hem of her robe and he stroked her naked ass idly.

“I know that without you ever saying it,” he began, “But your saying it makes it that much more wonderful. Thank you for saying it.”

He bent down and kissed her cheek, saying: “I don’t want your lipstick to be messed up, when Junior arrives.” Then he added idly: “He really has taken a shine to you; I had to talk to him to make sure that he didn’t kill that Lance.”

“This is all so heady,” she sighed into his chest, “It makes me giddy; I’ve spent years tucked away in a gray, gray world that denied myself, the way I was, what I wanted, and life itself. I let myself die with Wayne, and this is like life being all in technicolor again! I can hardly believe it.”

He was holding her as the doorbell rang.

“It’ll be him,” Willard said, “Please go and let him in.”

She turned to Willard and said quickly: “Do I look okay?”

“Tighten the belt of your robe a bit, honey,” he said.

She did and it exposed a little more of the slopes of her ass cheeks.

“Marvelous,” he said, and she went to the door to let in Junior.

Nancy met the big man at the door and opened it wide for him to come in. As soon as he was in, she threw her arms around his neck and putting her head on his chest said:

“I want to thank you, Junior, for helping me last night.”

He was embarrassed and also wide eyed at the way that Nancy was dressed. He could hardly take his eyes off of her, as she sashayed into the kitchen in front of him, the red silk robe tightly belted to display her sloping tits and stiff nipples and riding up to hint at the magnificence of her ass.

“Hey, Junior!” Willard said, when he entered the kitchen. To Nancy he said:

“Can you get Junior a cup of coffee, love?”

“Pleased to,” Nancy answered and went to the cupboard, while the two men waited and watched her. She reached up to get a coffee cup for Junior and that act raised the hem of her robe so that half of her ass was exposed.

“Your showing a bit of tail, honey!” Willard said.

Nancy spun around and, red faced, apologized to both of them.

“It’s okay,” Willard said, “After all, Junior saw a lot more last night, when he was helping you up on that hill.”

“Yes, I know,” she said, and turning to Junior said: “I want to thank you again for that.”

Junior was a bit embarrassed by her repeating the thanks and only nodded his head.

Then Willard suggested that Nancy go and get herself ready for the day, and he and Junior would talk a bit about business.

She came back dressed in slacks and a blouse with heels.

“Lovely!” Willard said, and Junior added: “Very pretty, Nancy.”

She dipped a curtsey and said ‘thank you’ to both of them, kissing Junior on the cheek and then Willard on the mouth.
While she was gone, Junior had told Willard that the Lance thing was taken care of and Lance would no longer be a problem, since Junior promised Lance the same kind of treatment and worse, if he bothered Nancy at all.

Then the two of the laid out plans for the day,and by then Nancy had come back to the kitchen.
Junior got up to leave first and waited at the door for Willard,who spoke to Nancy before leaving.

“I want you to come and see me at my office,” he said.

“What time?” she wanted to know.

“How about 10 AM?” he asked.

“Fine,” she said, smiling.

“I’ll have Junior come and pick you up,” he said then.

“Anything special you want me to wear?”she wanted to know.

“How about professional sexy?” he said.

“Can do, big man,” she said melting into him.

“Hey,” he said, “You’ll persuade me to stay and I won’t get work done.”

“Not a bad idea,” she said, taking his hand and putting it on her ass.

“I’m outta here! Temptress! Wait ‘til I get my hands on you with a little time to spare.”

“Ohhhhhh, what a lovely thought,” Nancy said, then she added:

“Willard, thank you for last night, all of it! I meant what I said.”

“I know you did, honey,” he said and left with Junior, who waved ‘bye’ to Nancy, as he left.

IX
NANCY AND LANCE: CHAPTER 9

Jobs and Odd Jobs

Nancy dressed very carefully the next day, getting ready for her visit to Willard. She remembered that he mentioned to her ‘professional sexy’ and she was going for that kind of look.
She wore a gray skirt with a matching jacket; the jacket, when buttoned, served to emphasize her tits, she liked that.

Beneath the jacket she wore a red lace camisole that showed red lace between the jacket lapels and also showed cleavage. She looked at herself and giggled at how she looked.

“I almost turn myself on,” Nancy laughed, after looking at herself.

The skirt was tight in the seat, emphasizing her ass, which was nice and rounded. She opted for a pair of panties that matched the camisole’s red, and the red, underwired bra that she wore. The panties were a red thong, with the red rear string fitted snuggly into her ass crack.

She, of course, didn’t mind ‘vpl’ at all, indeed liked to show panty lines but she was working toward class today for her visit to Willard at his office.

The hem of the skirt rose about 3-4” above the knee and showed a nice amount of leg. Nancy wore thigh high stockings of a smokey gray, and gray heels to complete the outfit.

Just as she was finished getting ready, she had a call from Derrick.

When she picked up the phone, he said in a rush:

“Mom, what the heck is this I hear about Lance?”

“Oh, Derrick,” she said, trying to calm him, “That’s been taken care of.”

“So I hear from Willard,” Derrick said, “He called me, and we talked about it.”

“It was very upsetting,” Nancy said.

“Jesus, Mom,” Derrick said with exasperation, “Upsetting is a bit of an understatement; no matter what your relationship was before the incident, what he did was rape you!”

“Honey,” she said calmly, “What else did Willard tell you?”

“He said that it was taken care of,” Derrick admitted.

“And it is, sweetie,” Nancy said. “I’m sure that Lance won’t be bothering me again. Willard saw to that.”

“Yes,” Derrick admitted, “I guess he did. I guess I need to thank him again; he certainly has helped you out.”

“Yes, he has,” Nancy admitted.

Derrick hesitated and then asked:

“Is this a think between the two of you, Mom?”

“Would that bother you, honey?” she wanted to know.

“Heck, no,” he said right away, “The way he’s stepped in twice and helped you out; I have a lot of respect and admiration for him. I just . . .” he hesitated there.

“What, sweetie?” she asked, “You know that you can talk to me about anything.” That was certainly true of the relationship between them.

“I just want you to be careful, is what I mean, Mom; I mean, do your thing; get wild; but be careful.”

“Get wild! Advice from my son!” she laughed. Then she added, “Like I did with you, sweet cheeks?”

“Exactly,” Derrick said, then added: “Okay, I’ve had my say; I wanted to call and see how you are.”

“Today I’m gorgeous,” she said, “I’m going to see Willard at his office today; he’s invited me, and then I’m not sure about the day.”

“Hmm, all dressed up and hyped, are we?” he said, laughing.

“Totally!” Nancy said,and described her suite, stockings and shoes to him.

“Oh,” Derrick said innocently, “No underwear for Mom today?”

Nancy exploded in a laugh and said: “You are so fresh; you’re just like your Dad!”

“I hope so,” he said.

“So do I!” she added, and then said, in as sexy whisper: “I’m wearing a red nylon camisole with lace at the top; a red lacy bra,underwired, and red thong panties. If you must know!”

“Think Willard will like that?” Derrick added in a sly tone.

“You are terrible!” Nancy wailed over the phone at him.

“Answer the question, woman!” Derrick said with mock severity.

Nancy laughed and said: “O, I hope so!”

“I think so,” Derrick said, “I know that I would.”

“Derrick Sweet, stop teasing your Mom!” she chided.

“But, Mom, you’re such a babe!” he countered.

“Flattery will get you anywhere, young man,” she said with a laugh, then added: “I have to go, love you, punkin!”

“Love you too, Mom,” he said.

She put the phone down and had a wicked thought, and decided to act upon the thought immediately. She scurried to the computer room and opened the chat program. She noticed that he was on, and sent Derrick a message to accept the video chat. Then she quickly unbuttoned the jacket and unzipped the skirt, so that by the time that Derrick was on, she was standing in front of the computer camera wearing the camisole, bra, stockings, shoes and the thong. She spread her arms in a mock show business presentation and said loudly: “Ta Da!”

Derrick laughed: “Mom, I told you that you are a babe! It’ll knock his eyes out. Now turn and show me.”
Nancy did a slow turn for him; she even bent over from the waist to let him see the red string that ran up the crack of her ass.

“I’ve got to go, love,” she said quickly, “Junior will be here to pick me up any minute.”

“Dress first, Mom!” he said,

“I will,” she said, putting her skirt on, “I love you forever, Derrick!”

“Hey,” he said to no one in particular, as he was signing off, “That’s my Mom the babe.”

“Flatterer,” she said, as the chat session ended.

Just then she heard the door bell ring.

She was buttoning her jacket as she opened the door for Junior.

“High, Junior!” she said smiling.

His eyes were big and round, as he took in the way that she looked, including the cleavage.

“You look wonderful, Ms Nancy!” he said in a kind of shy voice.

“It’s Nancy to you, and thank you, Junior,” she hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

He stood stiff as a board and didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, as she hugged him. Nancy thought it was sweet that he was so shy with her. She wondered if he was that way with all women.

“Ready?” he asked softly.

“Ready,” Nancy said.

He held her arm as he took her to the car and opened the door for her. She was pleased with the kind of service that he gave her.

The ride to Willard’s building wasn’t a long one. It was a business with living quarters on the top floors. Nancy was impressed that his was Willard’s company. She realized that ‘the club’ was only a kind of side line for him. She was greeted in the lobby by security with a warm welcome. Junior took her to the management floor.

She was then greeted, when she stepped out of the elevator by a youngish, lovely black woman, who told Nancy that her name was Jackie. They shook hands and Nancy liked Jackie immediately.

Jackie turned out to be Willard’s assistant cum secretary. She told Nancy how pleased she was to meet her, that she’d already heard via the ‘grapevine’ something about Willard’s woman. The very term, ‘Willard’s woman’, made Nancy giggle.

They got to the door and Jackie said: “Go in, honey, he’s waiting for you and has been antsy about it.”

“Oh good,” Nancy said, “Isn’t it cool to make a man antsy to see you.”

Jackie stood back and said: “Well, looking at you, girl, I can see why that man is antsy. I’d be antsy too.”

She grinned at Nancy then and bumped her with her hip. It made Nancy giggle, as she went to Willard’s door. Jackie was making motions to get Nancy to just go in but Nancy knocked and went in, when Willard said ‘come in.’

Nancy went in and Willard stood up from behind his big desk immediately:

“There she is!” he said, a huge smile enwreathing his face.

“Willard!” Nancy said simply, shutting the door behind her.

She looked around briefly at the shiny furniture in his ultra modern office.

“I’m so impressed!” she said simply. “This is lovely.”

He laughed: “I guess you expected more of a ghetto operation.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean that!” she quickly said, turning red.

“I know, love,” he said, “I’m just having you on.”

“And I love your music,” was her next statement, listening to the beat of the 80’s rock music that he was playing.
She grinned at him and swung her hips in time to the music; then, also in time to the music, she stalked to the front of his desk, swaying there and giving him a sexy smile.

Willard sat down and, putting his hands behind his head, just enjoyed what she was doing. His eyes really brightened, when her hand went to the top button on her jacket. She twirled and, by the time she’d gotten around and facing him again, she had the jacket unbuttoned and shrugged it off in time to the beat of the music.

“Wonderful!” he said with glee but then he gasped because by then her skirt was sliding down past her hips and thighs and puddling on the floor.

Nancy swirled out of the skirt and grabbed the front of his desk, leaning over and swaying her upper body to the music. It was then that the door opened and Jackie came in.

“Booty!” Jackie said in a loud voice, causing Nancy to jump and squeal, dodging quickly for her skirt until Jackie’s voice rang out:

“Don’t you dare, girl!”

Her demand made Nancy stand stock still; Nancy shot a glance over her shoulder at Willard who just shrugged. When Nancy turned back to the doorway, she found Jackie just in front of her, putting out a hand, which rested on Nancy’s shoulder, and now Jackie was dancing too.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” Nancy said in appreciation and stepped up to the larger woman and began to sway with her.

Nancy swayed in one spot, while Jackie began to dance around her but as she moved around Nancy, she kept that hand, which had been on her shoulder, firmly on Nancy’s body. The hand traced a path down Nancy’s arm and then at Nancy’s waist, and the began to move over Nancy’s ass cheeks, slapping each ass cheek as she went, eliciting a little squeal of delight from Nancy with each slap. Finally, Jackie was in front of Nancy and her hands, both of them now, were resting on Nancy’s hip. Jackie began to dip with the music then and slid her hands downward and inward so that they met directly on the red silky material covering, barely, Nancy’s pussy.

“Willard’s got him a pussy girl!” Jackie intoned, and Nancy shook her head ‘yes’. “Maybe I got me a pussy girl too,” Jackie said, now pushing on Nancy’s shoulders with both of her hands.

Nancy didn’t resist at all, the song was ending and she simply went to her knees in front of Jackie, who then, with Willard grinning, still sitting at his desk with his hands behind his head, and Nancy staring wide eyed, began to pull, ever so slowly, her skirt up.

First, her stocking tops appeared, and Nancy moaned a bit in her throat; then, as Jackie continued to pull her skirt up her pussy appeared, covered by the thin pearl, nylon layer of her panties, barely hiding curly black pussy hair.

The music had stopped and the room was silent. Jackie held her skirt up in front of Nancy’s face, who knew that she had no choice at all in this.

“Do it, pussy girl!” Jackie said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Nancy said softly and leaned forward far enough to plant a wet kiss directly on top of Jackie’s pussy triangle.

“Yesssss!” Jackie said with exultation.

Then she turned to Willard and said:

“Willard, you asked me to remind you of the visit of the Japanese team from Sekasui early next week.”

Willard smiled and said: “Are we all prepared for that?”

Jackie glanced at Nancy and said: “I think that now we are; we seem to have new possibilities for their entertainment on the scene now.”

She leaned down to Nancy, who was still kneeling and staring up at her, and, planting a wet kiss on Nancy’s lips said:

“Don’t we, girl?”

Nancy simply shook her head ‘yes’s in agreement with whatever Jackie was saying. Then Jackie smiled and left

the office, leaving Nancy, still breathing heavily, kneeling in front of Willard’s desk.

Willard got up then and walked around to the front of the desk, where Nancy still knelt.

“Oh,” she said with some wonder in her voice, “I’m turning into the world’s biggest slut!”

“You’re turning into the woman that you need to be, love,” he said, walking up to her.

He raised her up and held her, sliding his lips around from her ear and the side of her face to her own, open lips.

She whispered into his ear, after the kiss: “I’ve never done that with a woman before!”

“But did you like it?” he wanted to know.

“Yes, you know, I really think so,” was her answer. “Do you mind? I mean,” she struggled here, “I don’t want to do anything that will offend you.”

“Mind? You having life experiences?” he mused. “ Of course not,” he laughed, and then said: “No more than I mind that you had sex with Derrick.”

Nancy blushed and grinned up at him.

“What?” he asked quickly.

Then she told him of her video chat with Derrick that morning.

“I was feeling like crowing,” she explained, “Because of how I looked; I thought that I looked so hot.”

“You do!” he said, “But don’t take my word for it.”

Then he went to the door and called for Jackie to come in. When she was in the room, grinning at Nancy, over Willard’s shoulder, he said:

“Tell me, Jackie, do you think that Nancy looks hot?”

“Eating stuff!” Jackie said with a sly grin, causing Nancy to blush.

“Never been called that before,” she giggled, “At least not by a woman.

Jackie smiled and went across the room to where Willard and Nancy had gone and were sitting; Nancy had still not put her skirt and jacket on again. Jackie simply held out her hand and Nancy, a bit disconcerted, looked at Willard, who simply made wide eyes at her, leaving her on her own to find out what Jackie had planned.

Nancy took Jackie’s hand and stood, not knowing what was coming next. Jackie simply took hold of Nancy and pulled her into a kiss. Nancy sighed into the kiss, opened her mouth to receive Jackie’s tongue and squealed a bit, as she felt Jackie’s hands grab each of her ass cheeks and begin to squeeze them.

The kiss didn’t break for a good amount of time, when finally Jackie stood back and gave Nancy’s hand to Willard, saying to him:

“Eating stuff; she’s a keeper, boss!”

Willard laughed, not in the least because of Nancy’s star struck look, as a result of the kiss. He said to Jackie:

“So you do think she’s hot?”

“I guess!” Jackie said. Then, smiling and obviously turning officious on him she said: “Meeting in 45 minutes, boss.”

“That reminds me,” Willard said, “Will you please show Nancy around, once she and I’ve talked?”

“Love to,” Jackie said with a smile and a wink at Nancy.

Once Jackie had left the office, Nancy said to Willard, leaning against him now on the settee, where she sunk back: “Boy can she kiss!”

Willard laughed and said: “Maybe you should have been giving women a chance all these years.

Nancy sighed and said: “Oh, Willard, maybe I should have been giving anyone a chance all these years; maybe I should have been giving me a chance all these years. I just missed Wayne so, when he left.”

She looked up quickly then and said: “And I promise not to insert his name into all our conversations.”

“Hey,” Willard responded, “You were loved, and that’s precious and not ever to be forgotten. He can be the topic of the conversation any time you wish.”

She lunged at him then and kissed him: “”Willard, wonderful Willard!” she crooned after the kiss.

“Talk now?” he said lightly.

“Talk now,” she answered.

He spoke to her a bit about the company, and its background. She showed a keen interest in all that he had to say. After a bit of time, he said:

“You see I’ve been wondering if you might want to take a try at working in our personnel and pr department. I need someone there.”

“Wouldn’t they think that I’m just the boss’ bimbo?” she asked.

“Probably, until they get to know you and see what you can do,” was his answer.

“Oh that sounds exciting!” she said.

He kissed her again then and said: “I hate to ask you do dress; it’s so against my nature but I do have a meeting, and Jackie will show you around a bit, get you oriented.”

“I don’t know if I trust myself with her!” Nancy quipped.

He laughed and said: “You’ll find that our Jackie is very much in control of herself, especially around here.”

Nancy’s response was: “That’s what I’m afraid of: her being in control.”

“Afraid?” Willard asked lightly.

Nancy laughed and hugged him: “No, not really! I do need to discover how not to lick her shoes, when I’m with her.”

“Ah,” he said, grinning, “The old fashioned self control thing!”

“Precisely!” she said, sighing.

“I suggest that you might begin your little tour by telling her exactly that!” he suggested.

“You think she’d want to know that?” Nancy asked.

“I do,” was his conclusion. Then, standing, he put his arms around Nancy and repeated Jackie’s former combination of a kiss and the kneading of Nancy’s ass cheeks.

Willard watch with a smile, as Nancy put her suite back on. When she was dressed, he said softly:

“Yes, really hot; professional sexy! Professional sexy bitch!”

Nancy hugged him and whispered: “Your professional sexy bitch!”

“How nice!” he said with a sigh and rang for Jackie.

“Jackie,” Willard said, “Nancy’s ready for her tour.”

“Good,” Jackie grinned at Nancy, “Let’s go girl!”

Before she left, Willard said: “Nancy!”

“Yes, sir,” she said sighing.

Jackie turned and looked inquiringly at the two of them.
“Oh dear!” Nancy said, and Jackie, picking up on the mood said a grinning: “What?”
“I said that I’d have to control myself from not getting on the floor and licking your shoes!”
Jackie laughed and said: “Now there’s an image to take to the bank; come on, girl, let’s go look over the digs here; we’ll leave shoe licking to later.”
They wandered the place, which impressed Nancy like to giggly girl friends. Nancy introduced her around and went to the personnel office last. It was fairly undermanned and being taken care of by a temp and secretaries. Nancy asked some questions, which apparently impressed Jackie, who told Willard that she thought that Nancy had a great deal on the ball and would do well in personnel.
“Lunch, girl friend?” Jackie wanted to know.
“Sounds lovely,” Nancy said.
“The big man is tied up with this meeting and will probably be calling in a lunch for them. But he’ll be available afterwards.”
“Good,” Nancy said.
“Smitten?” Jackie said then.
“Quite,” Nancy admitted, “Does it show?”
Jackie laughed, “Not any more than it did on your face, when I lifted my skirt and told you to kiss it!”
Nancy blushed a deep red.
“Love the way you color up, girl!” Jackie said, hugging Nancy, as they rode together on the elevator.
They were alone and Jackie ran her hand down over Nancy’s ass as she hugged her.
“You’re going to make me cum right here,” Nancy said.
“Not a bad idea but we’ll wait for the right time and place, won’t we?” Jackie said.
“Yes, uh, ma’am, we will,” Nancy admitted.
“You please me so much,” Jackie said, “And it looks like you’re really good for the boss.”
They gossiped over lunch. Nancy discovered that Junior was related to Willard and had been hurt somehow in Iraq and now was a bit ‘slow’ but was devoted to Willard. She also discovered that Willard had not had a ‘main squeeze’---as Jackie put it, in a long time. Those who knew him, like Jackie were pleased to see Nancy on the scene.
“And you’re so delicious,” Jackie said, patting Nancy’s knee under the table.
“If I weren’t so reserved,” Jackie continued, “I’d make you do something dirty and maybe embarrassing right here.”
“Oh, dear!” Nancy said, “I’m afraid that I’d do it too!”
“Good enough for me for now,” Jackie said.
Since they were about finished with lunch, Jackie then added:
“Let’s go and see if the big man is done with the meeting and ready to talk to his new personnel person.”
“Oh this is exciting,” Nancy said with barely suppressed glee.
Nancy spent an hour with Willard talking about the job and getting ideas out on the table about it. Willard, like Jackie, was pleased with what he heard Nancy saying. When they were finished, they decided that Nancy would take the weekend to get ready and be on the job on Monday, that would give her the next day, Friday and the weekend to get ready.
They got up and Nancy put her arms around Willard. She looked into his eyes and said:
“Willard, I don’t want to take you for granted at all, in any way; you tell me when you want to get together and that’s how it will be.”
“How about tonight?” he asked. “Junior and I have a long standing dinner thing and I’ll come by after that, say at about 8 PM?”
“Marvelous,” Nancy said, “What shall I wear?”
“Well, today was professional sexy, why not let tonight be merely all out sexy?”
“I can do that, big man,” Nancy crooned and gave him another kiss.
Then on her way to the door, she stopped and lifted her skirt to her waist to show her naked ass cheeks framed by the red string of the thong.
She was excited and a bit nervous, when it was 7:45 PM that night. She’d rummaged around in her drawers and came up with a body length white stocking. It was transparent and hid nothing at all. She put on makeup and wore a pair of her highest heels; the were her ‘fuck me fives’, as she called them. She was ready by 7 PM, and decided a little later to go to her computer.
She put in a call on the chat program to Derrick, who happened to be studying. When he appeared on camera, she said to him that she wanted to show him her ouit fit of the evening, and that Willard was coming over.
She turned on her camera, and all that Derrick could manage was: “Holy Shit! Mom!”
“Like”” she asked grinning.
“Love,” he said, “And will keep in mind, when I jerk off later.”
“Oh how nice!” Nancy cooed to him.
At exactly 8 PM the doorbell rang.
Nancy blew Derrick a kiss and said: “Doorbell, here I go, love.”
“Get ‘em, tiger!” he said and she rang off giggling.
She went to the door and opened it striking a pose.
There standing on her doorstep were Willard and Jackie.
Nancy said, with no hesitation: “Boy am I in trouble.”

Nancy and Lance: Chapter 10

She stood there staring at both Willard and Jackie for just a second or two but long enough that Willard said :

“May we come in, Nancy?”

Nancy was galvanized into action immediately:

“I’m so, so sorry! So sorry to keep you both on the doorstep! Please, please come in, you’re, uh, welcome in my home!”

She moved out of the way for them to enter and then, after shutting the door behind them, immediately went to her knees in front of them.

“Very nice!” Jackie said, grinning at Willard.

“Yes, isn’t she,” Willard agreed.

Then Nancy shuffled forward on her hand and kneed, and, with only a second of hesitation, leaned way down with her head to the ground and kissed the toe of Willard’s shoe.

“Willard,” Jackie said, with a voice that showed how impressed she was, “Look at the ass on her.”

“Spectacular!” Willard said.

“And so deliciously submissive,” Jackie said, nudging the kneeling woman with her foot, so that Nancy turned and planted a kiss on Jackie’s toe also.

This made Jackie laugh with delight:

“Willard, this is going to be so much fun!”

Nancy was still busy with Willard’s second shoe, cleaning the top of it with her tongue. When she finished, she smiled up at him and then went, again on her knees, to Jackie and began to kiss and lick Jackie’s heeled black boots next. She held her hand around Jackie’s calves as she licked back and forth along the surface of the boots.

“Wonderful girl!” Jackie said, pulling the boot back, causing Nancy to rise onto her knees.

Jackie put a playful booted foot then against Nancy’s shoulder; Nancy did nothing at all but simply allowed Jackie to push her over onto her back.

“Do you do soles, Nancy slave?” Jackie asked in a voice tinkling with laughter.

“Yes, uh, ma’am,” Nancy said and began to run her tongue along the length of the sole of Jackie’s boot.

Then Jackie took her foot out of Nancy face and with it, rubbed first one of Nancy’s hardened nipples and then the other. Then Jackie turned to Willard, who was watching the scene with a look of transported joy on his face, and said:

“Willard, she is just the best, ripe, and sexy, and available, and submissive, and kittenish, and just a wonderful plaything. It’s so nice of you to let me come along tonight.”

“It will be fun,” Willard said, and turning to Nancy, who was now on her knees but staring up at the two of the expectantly:

“Don’t you think so, love?”

“Yes, Willard,” Nancy said, “I think it will be marvelous; thank you for bringing Jackie tonight.”

“You do realize that Jackie is the ring master or mistress here and I am going to merely observe for a while?”

“Yes, sir,” Nancy said, “I realize that.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Willard asked.

“Yes, sir, I am,” Nancy said, crawling forward and kissing the back of Willard’s hand. “I want what you want, especially what you want for me.”

“You are such a prize, Nancy, please don’t ever think that I underestimate that.”

Here he pulled her to her feet and enfolded her in his arms, kissing her warmly. As he did, and the kiss continued, Jackie ran her hands down along Nancy’s spine and rested then on her ass cheeks.

“Lovely,” Jackie crooned.

Still in Willard’s arms, Nancy turned and grinned at Jackie:

“Thank you,” she muttered with a smile.

“Well, girl,” Jackie said show us your stuff and then show me your home.

She turned to Willard again and said, still full of erotic admiration for Nancy herself and the way she was dressed:

“Willard, she’s exquisite; simply exquisite!”

“She is that,” Willard answered, still holding her close, and leaning in for a kiss, once he’d said it.

Nancy was as excited as possible. She’d been looking forward to Willard all afternoon; she dug out the body stocking specially to look as sexy as possible. It had never even entered her imagination that Jackie would be with

Willard. That ratcheted up the entire situation for her. She knew that Willard had the power and she had already decided, a delicious decision, to do what he wanted her to do but Jackie was fairly an explosion of lust and demand.

“Come, girl,” Jackie said then, “Stand and let’s see you properly.”

They were still in the hall, the entrance way of the house. It was a bit dim and Jackie found the switch plate and switched on the lights to see Nancy better. Then they went into the living room, where Willard took a seat and watched with great interest.

“Damn, damn, you’re a ripe beauty!” Jackie said. “Now you turn around a bit, slowly.”

Nancy did as she was told, she put her arms in the air and turned, showing Jackie her entire body, only slightly veiled and certainly not hidden by the white body stocking. When she stopped her turn, she found Jackie smiling at her broadly. Jackie reached then into a bag that she’d brought with her and pulled out a short black riding crop.

“This is to keep you on track, honey,” Jackie said with a cruel smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” Nancy said, casting a glance at Willard, who just held up his hands as though to say “Don’t ask me!”

Jackie slashed at Nancy’s ass with the crop, leaving an ugly red welt; Nancy wasn’t ready for the blow and squealed and jumped, when she was hit.

“Nice reaction, pet,” Jackie said, “But don’t you go looking at Willard, sweets, it’s me that you have to deal with here; get that straight now.”
Nancy said: “Yes, ma’am, it’s you that I have to deal with here; fine; thank you for clarifying that for me.”

“My pleasure, sweets,” Jackie said, “Now why don’t you be a good girl and ask for me to hit you one more time with this?”

“One more time? Ask?” Nancy said a bit slowly.

“Fine,” Jackie said, “Then make it two more times that you ask for.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nancy croaked, “Please, ma’am, would you hit . . .uh . . .me with that crop again two more times?”

“And who are you, pray tell?” Jackie wanted to know.

Nancy went through it again for her: “Ma’am, would you please hit this worthless, white cunt two more times with that crop?”

“At least two do you mean?” Jackie asked politely.

With tears in her eyes, Nancy said: “Yes, ma’am, at least two.”

And at that point Nancy began to cry.

“Oh, she cries easily, our girl,” Jackie said, smiling at Willard who simply raised his eyebrows.

Then Jackie took Nancy by the chin and said: “Sweetheart, do you cry easily?”
Nancy nodded, her sobbing making it not easy to talk but Jackie slapped her face, not hard but it had the effect.

“Speak, when you’re spoken to, girl!” she said with authority.

“Yes, ma’am,” Nancy said, still sobbing a bit, “I do cry easily.”

“Well, won’t you be fun to play with then,” Jackie said. Then Jackie looked into Nancy’s eyes and got serious for a moment, saying:

“Honey, you tell Jackie if any of this is getting too much for you, you hear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nancy said but Jackie leaned into Nancy and kissed her lips saying:

“No, honey, when I talk to you that way, it’s only ‘yes, Jackie’; we’re going to play but ain’t nothing going to happen that you don’t want, sugar.”

“Thank you,” Nancy said, and then added:

“Ma’am, this white girl is silly crying so easily, and she doesn’t like pain but the pain really turns her on; she wants to do everything that you want; she wants to be your play thing, and she wants to give Willard a good show.”

“Oh, we’ll do that, sugar,” Jackie said confidently, “We’ll do that. Now you bend over and grab that chair. We’ll show Willard that luscious ass of yours first, as it gets beaten; then we’ll give him a glimpse of your face, as the beating continues. We did say ‘at least two more,’ didn’t we, sugar?”

“We certainly did, Ma’am,” Nancy answered, and before she grabbed the chair, she took Jackie’s hand and kiss the back of her hand, then turning over the hand and kissing Jackie’s palm, ending with a tongue lick across the palm.

“Yes, sweet ass,” Jackie said, stroking Nancy’s out stretched ass with her hand, “We’ll do that later; I know you’ve not been with a woman but making love with Jackie is going to be part of our ‘Entertain Willard’ night, a big part. Now get ready.”

Nancy grabbed chair and was bent from the waist, when the next slashing hit from the crop landed on the top of her thighs. She jumped and squealed.

“Love those little animal noises that you make, sweet ass,” Jackie said.

“That’s one,” Nancy replied, “And I thank you for that.”

“Polite, Willard,” Jackie said.

“Of course,” Willard answered, watching intently, “I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

Nancy turned her head and sent an air kiss to Willard, who responded in kind.

“Okay, save the mushy stuff for a bit later,” Jackie said and planted the next hit directly on Nancy’s ass, causing her to rock away from the hit and make the same kind of squealing noise.

“This is so much fun,” Jackie proclaimed, “You just keep squealing for us, girl friend, and we’ll be happy.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Nancy intoned through obvious sobs, “That’s two.”

“More?” Jackie asked politely.

“As you wish,” Nancy said.

“Correct answer, pet,” Jackie replied, and laid another slash from the crop across Nancy’s ass, raising yet another welt.

Nancy’s cry this time, the same kind of throat squeal, was a bit louder and there were tears streaming down her face.

“Thank you, Ma’am, that’s three,” Nancy said, trying to suppress her crying, and almost failing.

Then Jackie pulled Nancy up by the shoulder and turned her around.

“You look at Willard this time,” she said to Nancy.

Nancy stared at Willard, and, taking a deep breath mouthed the words: “I love you, Willard.”

He mouthed “Thank you, I love you too!” back at her and just then Jackie hit her squarely across the nipples with the crop, and with a hoot, Nancy collapsed, with Jackie catching her, as she slumped to the floor. Jackie held her up as she moved her toward the couch. She sat Nancy down for a few minutes and then went across the room to where the stereo was. She looked over Nancy’s music and put on some Sinatra. Turning with a smile she went back to Nancy, and, taking Nancy by the hand, pulled her up to dance.

“Sweet pea,” Jackie said, “You look like walking, breathing sex in that body stocking but I want you just naked, except for your shoes. It’s going to be me and you and ‘Old Blue Eyes’ and we’ll dance and then we’re going to do the dirty together before moving on to other pursuits.

Nancy smiled at her, having recovered from her semi-fainting collapse and undid the zipper at the back of the body stocking neck. She unzipped it and, resting her hand on Willard’s shoulder, while he rubbed a hand across her ass cheeks and especially across her welts, took off the body stocking. When she was totally naked, she put her shoes back on and held out her arms for Jackie, who came gliding in to clasp Nancy to her.

“Special,” Jackie said, “Three of us in the room and only one of us totally naked. Special and maybe just the way it should be, pet.”

“Maybe just the way it should be,” Nancy said, as she and Jackie began to glide in the dance.

They danced through a couple of Sinatra’s songs, all the while Jackie was rubbing her hands up and down Nancy’s back and moving them across her ass cheeks. She held her two arms around Jackie’s shoulders, and sighed at the kind of treatment that she was getting.

It was also keeping her off balance because she couldn’t keep up with Jackie’s constant changing from fierceness to softness. This dancing and the play of Jackie’s hands over her naked body were as much a turn on as the wildness of the whipping had been. She couldn’t, she realized, begin to understand which she liked better: the beating or the wooing.

As they danced, Nancy was struck and thrilled by the contrast that they offered. He was almost pure white, with her glistening skin showing its lovely nakedness, and she was pressed against Jackie’s fairly regal darkness.

When the dance ended, Jackie kissed Nancy, who responded with an open mouthed kiss back. They clung to each other and Nancy let her hands drift down to Jackie’s ass, encased in a pair of black, nylon stretch pants that were tucked into her boots.

“You feel so nice,” Nancy cooed into Jackie’s ear.

“You feel so well, girl friend,” Jackie countered.

“ Come, darlin’ doll, I want you to do me first,” Jackie said.

“I’m not experienced at this,” Nancy said meekly.

“I know, darlin’, but I’ll coach you; think of it as a teaching moment,” was Jackie’s answer.

Nancy moved then to do it, removing first Jackie’s leather vest, followed by her black turtleneck. Once the turtleneck was pulled up over Jackie’s head, with her hands in the air and trapped by the garment, Nancy kissed first Jackie’s cleavage and then the tips of her nipples, seen through the black lace of her bra. The bra went next and the following kisses were directly on Jackie’s nipples, which Jackie received with low throat noises.

Nancy knelt to remove Jackie’s boots and stretch pants, tugging at them with both hands as she knelt, getting them past hips, thighs and ass. She couldn’t resist the temptation to plant kisses now on Jackie’s thighs, and her pussy mound, as the stretch pants were swept out of the way.

This left Jackie with only a black thong, and she gathered Nancy into a hug, followed by a kiss. The contrast of skins was now even more stark and beautiful for Willard, as he looked on, watching the black on white, white on black scenario that Nancy and Jackie were developing.

Jackie initiated the next phase by pushing on Nancy’s shoulders, getting her on her knees, and pulling her face into the pussy that awaited her care. Nancy looked up and smiled her submission as she, tugged on the thin bands of Jackie’s thong to remove it from in front of her. Then she softly said:

“Tell me if I do anything wrong.”

The next 10 minutes were filled with the wet sounds of Nancy’s lips and tongue caressing Jackie’s pussy, and vagina. She moved her face from side to side, as she worked, and Jackie gave her words of encouragement. Nancy discovered that she loved the soft wetness of what she was doing. It was new and she was enjoying it.

Jackie kept her hand on the back of Nancy’s head, controlling and keeping her at the task. Nancy reached around and anchored her hands with Jackie’s handsome ass cheeks, and her head swayed back and forth with her pussy eating efforts.

Jackie sat then on the couch, giving Nancy further access to her inner thighs, as well as her pussy. Nancy’s clever lips found Jackie’s nub of a clit and pulled on it, sucking and licking at it. This was the final step for Jackie, who growled her way into her orgasm.

Jackie had her head against the couch pillows and said, with gratitude in her voice:

“Come and let me clean your face, girl friend.”

Nancy, smiling, stayed where she was, as Jackie got down on her knees and began to lick Nancy’s mouth and face, ending it with a kiss that Nancy excepted gratefully.

Nancy smiled at Jackie and asked, blushing: “Did I do it okay?”

“Girl friend,” Jackie said with a laugh, “If you ever give up men’s cocks, you have a definite future between a woman’s thighs.”

Nancy grinned at this, and smiled at Willard, who was watching it all intensely.

Jackie stood then and said: “Now your turn; sit here.”

With Nancy on the couch, Jackie began with little nibbles on her inner thighs. She proceeded up one inner thigh and then down another.

This was something that Nancy really did like. As Jackie continued to lick and nibble the inside of her thighs, she made involuntary throat noises, showing her growing intense heat:

“Uh, uh, uh, ohhhhhhhhhhh!” were the kind of noises that were coming from Nancy’s throat as her passion deepened.

Her head moved back and forth in an almost blind kind of movement, when Jackie attached her nips to Nancy’s pussy lips. As her head swiveled to her left, at one point, she met Willard, who had moved over to her. With Jackie now between her thighs, she had her lips glued to Willard’s with Jackie laying a claim to all of her pussy and especially now to her clit.

Her crisis came and she clung to Willard on one side, and just let Jackie ride her over the edge and into an orgasm.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooodddddddddddd!” Nancy wailed as she came, shaking life a leaf.

Jackie settled back on her heels and grinned up at Nancy with an intensely wet face. Nancy slipped down from the couch immediately and began to perform the same face licking that Jackie had already done for her.

Nancy then went to the couch again, where Willard was waiting and smiling; she said to him, in a sexy kind of voice:

“Want a funky kiss, big boy?”

“Love one,” Willard said, as Nancy snuggled into him and kissed him.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” he wanted to know.

“Having an outrageous time,” Nancy said. “What’s next?” she then wanted to know.
Jackie laughed and said: “Next is my specialty; Willard tells me that you like some pain, true?”

Nancy gulped and realized that the difficult part of the evening was about to begin.

“Yes, and no!” she answered.

“Explain!” Jackie demanded.

“Well, I don’t like the pain but it does turn me on tremendously.”

“Ohhhh nice!” Jackie crooned.”Then what we’re going to do next should turn you on.”

She held out her hand and took Nancy by the hand. She hugged her to herself and they stood there side by side.

“Your camera?” Willard asked suddenly. “A picture of pure chocolate and pure vanilla like this should not go unrecorded.”

“Goody!” Nancy said enthusiastically, as Willard got the camera and took a few photos of the two naked women, one deep brown and the other pale white, together.

“Now lead us to the bathroom,” Jackie said.

“The bathroom?” Nancy repeated.

“Yes,” Jackie said, an almost malevolent grin on her face, “The scene of our next crime.”

As they went through the master bedroom toward the bathroom, Jackie stopped Nancy and said:

“I want you dressed in a white slip; do you have one?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” Nancy said, showing her nervousness now, as she answered.

Nancy went to a bureau drawer and pulled out a white, nylon slip; she put it on over her head and she settled it into place.

“Very nice,” Willard said, and got a ‘thank you’ response from Nancy.

Nancy did look wonderful in the slip, with her stiffened nipples pushing at the white fabric and her pussy triangle peeking through the fabric also.

“Here we are,” Jackie said, leading all three of them into the large master bathroom.

Nancy looked at Jackie inquiringly, and Jackie responded with a sinister kind of smile:

“Now, little one, you just hop into the shower here; I see it’s got everything that we need.”

She referred to the hook in the ceiling, so that the shower had been originally equipped to have a bar for raising oneself up from a sitting position. Jackie reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs. She put those on Nancy and stretched Nancy’s arms into the air, hooking the chain of the cuffs over the hook in the ceiling. It put Nancy directly under the nozzle of the shower head.

“Ready, love?” Jackie asked sweetly.

“I don’t know!” Nancy said, unsure of herself at this point.

“Want to quit?” Jackie asked then.

“No, I don’t!” Nancy said, meekly, although now she was shaking a bit.

What Jackie did next was totally unexpected for Nancy; it caught her completely off guard.

Jackie turned on the cold water in the shower. It rained down on Nancy, who shrieked and jumped, and danced and wailed at the coldness of the water that was soaking her. Jackie looked on with a smile, and finally turned off the cold water.

Nancy stood shaking; the slip, now soaked, clung to her body totally, outlining it sensually, making her look more naked than naked.

“Very nice, our Nancy! Very nice! Very sexy!” Jackie said, as she reached into her bag. “Let’s see what kind of advantage the water has given us.”

She retrieved a stout wooden paddle from the bag and proceeded to slam it against Nancy’s wet ass. The ‘splaaat’ of it echoed throughout the large bathroom. It made Nancy jump yet again, and her squealing also bounced like sound waves throughout the room.

“Marvelous!” Jackie said, “Love the sound; did you like that, pet?”

Nancy shook her head ‘no’, with tears trickling down her face.”

“Want to stop, pet?” Jackie asked next.

Nancy shook her head ‘no’ again.

Jackie let her have it again with the wooden paddle, grinning as she watched Nancy dance from the force of the paddle against her barely covered ass. She struck her again and again.

After Jackie had hit Nancy three or four more times, she unexpectedly turned on the cold water in the shower again. Nancy’s squeals were tremendous! She hung in the shower and did a kind of dance, shivering and shaking from the coldness of the water.

Jackie turned off the shower and said: “Paddle or water?”

Nancy winced at the prospect of the decision and said: “Water!”

“Paddle it is!” Jackie smiled and began to hit Nancy’s ass with the paddle again.

Nancy broke down into a series of: “Please, please, please; stop, O please stop, stop!”

Nancy stopped but only long enough to turn on the cold water again, sending Nancy into another round of squeals and dances.

When Jackie turned off the shower this time, she said to Nancy:

“And now for something completely different,” grinning at her own cleverness. She went to the bag and reached into the bag. She fetched a cigarette lighter.Going back to Nancy in the shower, she flicked on the lighter, and pulled the strap of one side of the slip off of Nancy’s shoulder.

“Time to warm you up!” Jackie said, applying the flame of the lighter to the cringing woman’s left nipple.

It took Nancy a few seconds to feel the awful heat of the flame, and then she commenced the dance again, squealing her pain. Jackie moved to the other nipple then, pushing Nancy’s slip down to her waist. She flicked at each nipple in turn with the lighter, watching Nancy’s horrified anticipation, and her squeals and jumping around to try to avoid the flame of the lighter.

Jackie then pushed Nancy’s slip down and off, pulling Nancy around in the process.

“Big finish here,” she crooned to her wide eyed prey.

She ran the lighter up against the crack of Nancy’s ass, delighting in Nancy’s squeals and her continued jumping around.

“What will you do for me to stop?” Jackie wanted to know.

“Anything! Anything, Ma’am, Anything!” Nancy said in desperation.

“Hmm, anything it is, eh?” Jackie mused, flicking the lighter on again and running the crease of Nancy’s ass one more tine with similar results.

“Will you make love to my asshole? Will you do that, you submissive white bitch?” Jackie wanted to know.

“Yes, ma’am,” Nancy said desperately. “Yes, I will.”

Jackie made a show of throwing the lighter back into her bag and climbing into the shower with Nancy. She removed the cuffs from Nancy and stood expectantly, as Nancy went to her knees. All the while, Willard was leaning against the sink and smiling at Jackie’s handling of Nancy.

Nancy took hold of Jackie’s hips and turned her around. As soon as she was turned around, Nancy began her new task by placing a kiss firmly on each of Jackie’s ass cheeks.

“Willard, be a love will you,” Jackie said, “Hand her the lipstick from the counter. I want to be decorated.”

Willard complied, and Nancy applied the lipstick; then she repeated the kisses, decorating Jackie’s ass cheeks with red lip imprints. Once she’d decorated Jackie’s ass, she used her hands to pry Jackie’s ass cheeks apart, and began to kiss one side of the inner ass cheeks and then the other.

“You do good work,” Jackie said, getting a ‘thank you’ kiss from Nancy.

Nancy buried her nose and lips in Jackie’s ass crack, licking her way to the center of the crevice and finally kissing her asshole, as though it were Jackie’s lips.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” Jackie crooned.

Nancy then reached around and played with Jackie’s pussy, as she continued to lave her asshole, using both lips and tongue.

She found Jackie’s clit and manipulated it with her fingers, while she pushed her tongue against the rose bud of Jackie’s asshole and forced it into Jackie’s ass a bit.

Jackie grabbed the shower stall at that point and exploded into her orgasm. Nancy finished with a final kiss to Jackie’s ass, and knelt where she was.

Jackie turned and said: “Well done, really well done. But let’s clean you up. Now don’t dare move!”

She stepped out of the shower then and turned the cold water on Nancy again. The effect was instantaneous again. Nancy squealed and tried not to move but it was difficult. Jackie only used the cold water for a moment or two.

Then she smiled at Nancy and said:

“Now I have one last thing; you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, Ma’am,” Nancy said shivering.

“Willard would like you to have your nipples pierced, and I can do that.”

The piercing was painful for Nancy; Jackie rubbed the nipples with something to make them a bit numb but that still didn’t keep the needle that Jackie pushed through the tip of each nipple in turn from being an astonishing shot of pain.

Nancy almost fainted from the pain but the task as soon done; two gold rings were in place and Jackie gave Nancy instructions about how to take care of her nipples.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Nancy said finally.

Jackie turned to Willard then and said companionably: “Well, pal, I’m out of here. Enjoy her.”

XI
NANCY AND LANCE: Chapter 11

Jackie began to gather her stuff. She went to Willard and gave him a kiss, telling him that she’d see him at the office the next day. With Nancy she indulged in a lingering kiss, with tongues involved. Settling her cheek against Nancy’s Jackie whispered:

“You were spectacular, love!”

“Thank you,” Nancy said softly, kissing the side of Jackie’s face.

“Tomorrow!” Jackie said as she left the room.

Willard told Nancy, who was still wrapped only in a towel, to sit on the closed toilet seat and he went into the next room. He came back soon with a blanket and wrapped her in the blanket. Then he crossed the room and went to the large triangular Jacuzzi opposite the shower stall, and began to fill it with hot water. He stepped into the bedroom for a moment and came back soon completely naked.

“Oh dear!” Nancy sighed, as Willard came into the room naked. “Don’t you look yummy!”

“Come here, wonderful woman,” Willard said, holding his arms out.

Nancy went to him and let him inside the big blanket. She leaned her head against his chest and said:

“Was I okay? I don’t want to disgrace you.”

“You were wonderful!” he said with obvious pride.

He turned then and turned off the water, and held out his hand for Nancy, leading her into the Jacuzzi tub and then settled into it himself. She scooted around to sit next to him, so that she could lean against him. He put his arm around her and let it stray to her left tit and nipple, as they enjoyed the surging water.

“Was it too much for you?” he asked softly.

“Not really,” she said quietly. “I love the pain but am afraid of the thought of it; when I’m into it, it becomes a really hot experience, you know?”

“It certainly looked it,” was his comment, as he bent his head to kiss her. “How tired are you now?” he asked then.

“Not too tired for you!” Nancy said, smiling up into Willard’s face.

Then she snuggled up to him and whispered into his ear:

“There are three holes, Mister, you get to choose any or all of them.”

He chose all of them, and, after the bath began to work on those three holes in the bedroom.

Nancy fit into the company’s structure with amazing ease, and proved herself valuable both in personnel and in the pr department. She made her way quickly. Her relationship with Jackie continued to be a good one at work, and one that periodically paraded her submission in front of Jackie at home.

Not long after Nancy began working for Willard’s company, he asked her into his office one day, saying that he had a request. They sat and talked, and Willard told Nancy a bit more about Junior. He mentioned that he’d come back from the mid-east wars a changed individual and now was not as mentally acute as he once was.

Willard went on to tell Nancy that he, Willard, provided Junior with female companionship, frequently purchasing the services of whores to meet Junior in a certain restaurant. They had a formula that they used. The woman would approach Junior and say: “Willard sent me.” And the evening would be on.

At this point Willard hesitated but finally went on:

“Do you know that he’s in love with you?”

“Me, really?” Nancy asked, somewhat amazed.

“Yes, as much as he can be,” Willard said. “I know him and I know what goes on with him.”

“Oh dear!” she said with some distress, “What . . .what shall I . . .should I do?”

“Well,” Willard continued, “What I’d like you to to; what I wish you’d do is go to him the next time he has a ‘whore’s evening’, as we call it.”

“Oh,!” she said with a bit of surprise, “Me? Yes! Maybe . . .uh . . .”

Then she looked at Willard, and said:

“You know that I love Junior too, and would do anything for him. And I’ve told you before and tell you now that I will do what you tell me to do and love doing it!”

“You are such a gem!” he said.

“When and where?” she wanted to know.

Willard told her the name of the restaurant and said that tomorrow would be Junior’s day. Junior liked to be regular about it.

“What you do,” Willard then explained, “Is to go to the restaurant and give him that message. Let him pay you and go back to his place in the tower of our building. Will you do that?”

Nancy leaned over to Willard and said: “Of course I will, my love.”

Despite everything, Nancy was nervous the next day. She prepared specially: she wore a pair of tiny pink panties and a matching pink bra; a short black pleated skirt and a light over blouse, that let the pink of the bra bleed through just a little bit. Her heels were extremely high. She felt a bit slutty in the outfit and that pleased her also. Willard drove her to the restaurant, and let her off.

As she moved into the restaurant, having told the waitress that she was meeting someone, she spotted Junior sitting toward the back. He looked up as she approached and got a really surprised look on his face.

“Nancy!” he said, looking around and showing just a hint of panic.

“Hi, Junior!” she said.

He hemmed and hawed a bit and finally said: “Uh, Nancy, I’m glad to see you but I’m supposed to meet someone here.”

“I know,” she said to him, “Willard sent me.”

The look on Junior’s face at first was just blank with confusion and then it dawned on him, and he was positively radiant.

"You?" he asked carefully.

"Me!" she said definitely.

"I don't know what to do then," he said.

"Maybe the best would be for you to just do whatever you normally do," was her reply.

He visibly relaxed, when she suggested that. He reached into his pocket and brought out an envelope, and gave it to her.

He said, and she was sure that he'd rehearsed it and said the same thing every time:

"This is for your evening, ma'am, and please understand that I am grateful."

"Thank you, Junior," Nancy said quietly. "What now?" she wanted to know.

"Well, we can eat and then go to my place, I believe; will that be okay?" he asked.

"It will be okay if that's what you do and what you want; remember please, Junior, tonight is whatever you want. Whatever."

"You make me blush with joy talking like that," he said, "Especially when it's you; I never, ever expected it to be you, you know."

"Yes, I do, sweet man," she said stroking his face with her hand, and getting a huge grinning response from him.

They ate and were soon enough ready to leave.

"I came in a cab," she said, "Will you drive us to your place?"

At the building they met Willard. Junior said to him:

"Willard, look who it is tonight! It's Nancy tonight!" he was positively radiant with joy.

"Good man," Willard said, "You treat her right!"

"Oh, I will," Junior said, "Can you come over later?"

"Sure, Junior," Willard said, "I'll be there."

Then Junior led Nancy into his apartment, at the top of the building.

"Here," the big man said, "Sit here, Nancy."

"Can I ask you a question or two, Junior," Nancy asked.

"Sure, Nancy," Junior said.

"I was wondering, what you really like to do with a woman, Junior; I hope you don't mind my asking."

"Oh, no, Nancy, it's alright; the girls always want to talk about that. But they want to talk about what they don't like; you know what they won't do, even though they're paid."

"Oh," Nancy said, "I see; can you tell me what they say?"

"Sure, Nancy," he continued, "They don't like to kiss; they won't do that; they don't like me to watch them." Here he stammered.

"Watch them?" Nancy asked.

"Yes," he said, his eyes averted now, "I kind of like to watch them walk around and, you know, show themselves to me, kind of."

"Oh, I see," Nancy said.

"It's too bad, Nancy," he said then, "Those are things that I really like to do."

"I see," she said, "How often do you have girls over, Junior?"

"Oh, it's regular, and I like it regular," he continued, "It's like every Wednesday. Willard always takes care of it for me."

During this conversation, neither Junior nor Nancy noticed Willard come in and stand in the doorway.

Nancy continued then: "You know what, Junior," she said, "I'll do those things for you; you can watch me, that will please me; and I love to kiss."

"That makes it a happy night, Nancy," Junior said. Then he looked away and averted his eyes.

"What is it?" she asked then.

"Nancy, I feel real bad about giving you money; I really, really like you and I know you're not one of those girls; I mean, keep it if you need the money, really but I hate to treat you like that."

"Oh, Junior, you're just one of my heroes," Nancy said, tears in her eyes. She went to him then and kissed him, softly and gently with her mouth a little open and her tongue lightly licking his lips.

"I liked that, Nancy," Junior said.

"Let's agree," Nancy said, "You don't have to give me money but only if you let me be your Wednesday girl!"

"Always?" Junior said, shocked.

"Always!" Nancy said. "I'll talk to Willard about it."

"And I'll just give you this money back; you don't give money to your girl friend," she said.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Willard standing there. He was smiling.

"What a great idea," Willard said. "Junior has a Wednesday girl friend."

Junior said, with a laugh, "You're such a tease, Willard."

"I am," Willard admitted, "I'm sorry. I was just wondering how you two are getting along but it looks like you're doing fine. Shall I come back later, Junior?"

"I wish you would, Willard; if you don't mind," was Junior's reply.

"I'll leave you two now, and be back later," Willard said.

Nancy looked at Junior and he responded:

"Willard comes around, when I'm having my Wednesday dates and he makes sure that everything is okay and that the girl gets home okay and all." Then he giggled, an incongruous sound for such a big man. "He sometimes helps me finish them off but they don't much like that, I mean with two men, you know, Nancy?"

"Oh, Junior," Nancy said softly, "I'd like that very much."

"You're the best, Nancy," he said then.

"Thank you, honey," she said and leaned in to kiss him, tickling his lower lip with her tongue this time also, until it finally prompted him to lick her lips also. She captured his tongue in her mouth and began to suck on it.

When the kiss was finished, he said: "Wow, Nancy, you are a great kisser."

"Then let's do it some more," Nancy said.

They snuggled on the couch for the next ten minutes or so kissing. Nancy could feel the pressure of Junior's cock, pressing against her thigh. When they came up for air, Nancy asked him:

"How do you want me to undress, Junior? All my clothes at one time or one piece at a time and each time walk around the room to show you?"

"I'd like it one piece at a time, Nancy," he said, "If that's okay with you and you don't mind my watching you."

"Oh, I think that you watching me would be just the thing for us; don't you?" she asked him, kissing him, as she asked.

"I think it might," he said, "You're sure not like the other girls, Nancy."

"That's because I'm your girl, Junior," she cooed, kissing him again.

"My girl!" he said, almost rhapsodizing. "Nancy is Junior's girl!"

"Here we go, big man," Nancy said, standing up and began to slowly unbutton the white blouse that she was wearing. When she was finished unbuttoning it, she took it off and held it in one hand, as she held her arms out for him to see.

She asked him then: "Would you like a drink, Junior?"

"Sure would," he said, "There's coke in the fridge in the kitchen.

"Then I'll get you one," she said, and you just watch me as I go get it and come back.

"You're titties look really nice, Nancy," he said, "And I like pink."

"Yes, it's a lovely color," was her next statement. Then she walked slowly to the kitchen, with the big man watching her every step of the way, both going and coming.

She poured the coke for him and asked:

"What's next?"

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I think maybe the skirt? Shall I?"

"Yes, Nancy," he said in an eager voice.

She unbuttoned the side button of the skirt and slipped it down and off, putting it on a chair with her blouse. She went to stand directly in front of him and stretched her arms out again, to give him the show that he wanted. She turned slowly and let him see the rear view.

"Touching is allowed, Junior," she said, and he tentatively reached out a hand and slid it down her back and across her ass cheeks, in a circular motion.

"That feels nice, Junior!" she said to him.

"Shall I leave my stockings on?" she wanted to know.

"That would be nice, Nancy," he said, "You look so pretty in the stockings.

"Next?" she asked.

"Skirt?" he asked tentatively, "I'd like to see you in your . . .underwear, Nancy."

She removed the skirt and put it on the pile. She walked around the room, standing in front of him, bending over at the waist, to give him a better view.

Junior was breathing hard now, and the lump in his pants was obvious to Nancy.

"You're ready, aren't you, Junior?" she asked him then.

"Yes, . . .uh . . .Nancy, I am;" he said.

"Here, let me," she said next to him, kneeling in front of him and unzipping his fly.

His cock was not a big as Willard's but it was normal size and pretty fat.

"Very nice," Nancy said, licking the head of it.

"They don't swallow, you know," he said, "I mean the girls don't."

"I do," Nancy said and plunged her head down on the cock.

"Uhhhhh," Junior groaned, as he came in Nancy's mouth from the excitement.

She clasped her lips around the head of his cock, letting him shoot off in her mouth and swallowed all of it. She kept the cock in her mouth to clean it and then continued to suck on it, bringing it back to stiffness.

"You're the best, Nancy," Junior said.

"Thank you, Junior," she said, "Ready for me to be naked?"

"Oh, yes," he said quickly.

She shed her remaining clothes and then went to stand directly in front of him to undress him. When she had him naked, she took him by the hand to his bedroom. She walked with him, hand in hand, as far as the bedroom door, then she stopped and said:

"You wait here, Junior, and just look at me."

She walked into the bedroom, and made a fuss about getting the bed ready for them. As she walked into the room, she smiled over her shoulder and swayed her hips back and forth in an exaggerated fashion for his enjoyment. His cock was stiff and up against his belly. Then she walked around the room and puttered a bit, letting him take it all in. Then she beckoned with her hand and he came to her.

"How do you like to do it, Junior?" she asked.

"Is it okay, Nancy, if you get on your hands and knees on the bed and I'm behind you?" he wanted to know.

"Lovely, Junior," she said, and got into position.

Then he was behind her and stabbing his fat cock into her. She made a kind of mewling noise in her throat for him.

"Yes, yes, Junior," she said in a sexy voice, "Make love to your girl friend."

It was then that Willard arrived. Before she knew it, Willard was in the room and naked, his huge cock erect and out in front of him.

"Yes," Junior said, in a strangled voice, "Now the two of us to finish you off, Nancy."

"Oh, yes," Nancy said, holding out a hand to beckon Willard to her.

He came to her and with very little to say, pushed his cock into her open mouth.

"Yes," Junior cried, "I like this; I like it this way."

For Nancy, caught between the two black men, whom she really did love, it was like a trip to heaven. Behind her, Junior filled her with his cum, and in front of her, Willard had his big cock into her mouth and down her throat, reducing her to throaty sounds that were more like grunts than anything human.

Junior rolled away, when they were finished, and said softly that Nancy could dress now and go, and that he was really pleased with her.

She turned and gave Junior a kiss before scooping up her clothes and putting them on in the next room.

"It's the way he sends the others away," Willard said. "He'll begin to relax with you soon; you'll see."

"I'm sure he will," she said.

Willard then went briefly to where Junior was lying on the bed and said a quiet:

“Good night, pal, you okay?”

“Fine, Willard,” he said, “Thank you for Nancy.”

Willard turned to Nancy and said: “Give me a moment here; will you please?”

“I’ll wait at the door,” she said simply.

“Don’t dress!” he ordered, as she left the room. She looked back over her shoulder, gave Willard a grin and said:

“Yes, sir!” She went out of the room, wiggling her ass as she went.

Willard was with her in a few minutes.

“I just wanted to make sure that Junior is okay with what we’ve done,” he explained.

She looked a bit concerned but then Willard went on:

“He’s in seventh heaven; he likes to do these things according the arrangement that he has in his own mind but you are a new wrinkle, and I think that Junior is as happy right now as I’ve ever seen him.”

Nancy smiled, as they went out through the door; she realized that she was genuinely pleased. She fell into step with Willard, as they walked out into the corridor of the uppermost floor of the building on the way to Willard's suite.

"Walk a little bit in front of me, white bitch," he said with a grin. "I want to watch your ass!"

"Yes, sir, Master!" she said, fairly earnestly. Then she looked over her shoulder, bent over from the waist a bit to emphasize her naked ass cheeks and said to him softly:

"It's the only part of me that hasn't been used yet tonight; will you please correct that, sir?"

"Is that an order?" he wanted to know.

"Of course not, sir," she said, slipping easily into the old role, "This worthless white cunt is begging to be fucked in the ass!"

Willard slapped her out stretched naked ass then, causing Nancy to make a 'yelp' that resounded around the building. He went to her then and put his arms around her, pulling her in to him.

"Never worthless, not ever, ever worthless," he crooned into her ear. "You're the finest woman of any color that I've ever met."

He kissed her then, and looked into her eyes as the kiss was finished.

"And, yes, I'll take care of the little problem that you have with your unfilled asshole."

"Thank you, sir!" she grinned. Then she became serious and said to him:

"Oh, Willard, thank you for saying such nice things! I love you so."

"We'd better get going before the watchman catches us here; if he does, then you have to suck him off!"

"Oops!" she squealed and said: "Maybe I should linger her a little!"

"You are so bad!" he said with a smile.

In Willard's suite they didn't waste any time; Willard took Nancy into the bedroom and put her into position with her head and face on the bed and her legs on the floor, raising her ass up, and making it a juicy target.

He got some lube from the bathroom and came back to her. She was watching him over her shoulder and wiggling her ass at him.

"You'll get slapped again!" he warned.

She wiggled her ass a little more, until he did slap her in earnest. He gave her five resounding slaps on the ass, until she wailed: "I'll be good, I'll be good." He stopped slapping her then, and she added: "Not!"

Willard laughed and said: "Outrageous Woman!"

She simply grinned at him then.

He moved in behind her and reaching around, began to play with her nipples, lifting her off of the bed a bit to do it. Then he strolled his hands down and buried them in her wet pussy. He continued this, moving his hands and fingers next to her asshole, until he had Nancy breathing loudly and panting.

"Nancy's ready?" Willard asked.

"Nancy's always ready for you!" she said warmly.

"Here comes the big guy!" he said next.

"Just do it! I don't care about finesse; I care about having that big, black monster in my ass!" she said fiercely.

"Listen to the mouth on her!" he said, as he pushed his cock head against her resisting sphincter muscle.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried, as his head was finally pushed into her asshole.

"Now you're making me yours!" she sang out, "Now you're doing something with me, to me that no one has done; not in this way!"

"Mine," Willard said, slapping her ass cheek, as he ground into a rhythm of fucking her asshole.

Then they became inarticulate for a bit, and the room was filled with nothing more than grunts and groans. Willard collapsed on top of her once he came and had brought her off. They stayed that way for a bit, until he told her to remain there and he'd be right back.

He came back with a wash cloth and a towel and proceeded to clean Nancy up and himself also. She turned then and hugged him around the waist, burying her face in his abs.

"What you do to me! What you do! What you do!" she crooned, as he stroked her hair.

"I'll do something else, if you don't let me go for a minute; I have to piss!" he laughed.

He went in the direction of the bathroom and Nancy got a strange look on her face, followed by a cryptic smile and hurried after him. She caught him as he was standing in front of the toilet ready to go. She quickly slipped herself onto the toilet seat, and, taking hold of his cock, and smiling up at him simply opened her mouth.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really!" she said, and he began to piss into her mouth.

"Is there no end to your cleverness? Your goodness? To the way and the amount that you give?" he mused.

The act transported Nancy to a place that she'd only been a few times; this was more and more the case with Willard. Now she realized that she was simply using her mouth as a love statement, in doing what she was doing. She ended with piss drizzling down her front and across her tits. When he was finished, she sat giggling.

"Into the shower now, girlie!" he ordered, and took her there.

They washed each other and then she dried him and he dried her off. When he was finished drying her, he scooped her up in his arms and took her to the bed room, placing her in the bed. He stroked her hair, as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her, mumbling:

"You gorgeous, gorgeous woman!"

"Come to me, Willard, honey," she crooned softly, and he did.

They snuggled into the bed and talked for a bit.

"What you did tonight, are doing for Junior is one of the nicest things that I've ever seen!" He said this with a husky voice.

"I love him so," she said simply.

"Yes, you have a great deal of that about you!" he said then, and she put her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, I wanted to tell you that Derrick is coming home this weekend; I want to go out with him on Friday night."

"Good," he said, "Enjoy the time with him. I have some Japanese clients to deal with. They'll certainly keep me busy."

"Can we plan dinner the three of us sometime during the weekend?" she wanted to know then.

"How about Sunday?" he said.

"Nice idea," was her reply, as she drifted off to sleep as content as she had ever been.

She woke and wondered at the strangeness of where she was in the middle of the night and then the previous night's doings returned to her mind. There was moon light streaming in the windows by the bed. She looked at Willard and giggled to herself, as she noticed that his cock was standing stiff and ready against his stomach.

She touched it tentatively, and he didn't move. Then she raised herself on her elbows and lifted the cock up so that she could get her mouth on it. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around, then she plunged her head downward, taking the big cock into her throat. When she came up for air, Willard said in a sleepy voice:

"Cock sucker!"

"Yep," she answered, before going back to the sucking, "Your cock sucker."

XII
NANCY AND LANCE Chapter 12

Nancy was fairly all aflutter that coming Friday getting ready for Derrick's visit home. It had really been a long while, since he was able to get away to come home, due to his soccer schedule etc. She was as pleased as could be. They spoke on the phone and had already decided that they'd go out to dinner on Friday night. Derrick said that it'd be nice to go somewhere fancy, and Nancy agreed. Derrick also said that on Saturday evening he had some plans with some of his pals from the home town and would be out for the evening. So, with the plans all made, Nancy got ready for his visit.

He arrived in the late morning that Friday, and Nancy was waiting for him at the door. She ran to the car, as he parked and grabbed him joyfully, as soon as he emerged.

"How's my best girl?" he grinned at her, he pulled her into a hug.

"Oh, she's just wonderful, and even more so, now that you're here!" she said with enthusiasm.

Derrick stepped back and looked at her, dressed in a pair of nylon running pants and a tee shirt and sneakers.

"My, my, don't we look fit and cool today!" he quipped.

"Thank you, sir," she said, dropping a fake curtsey to him.

Then he turned serious, and hugged her again. He said directly into her ear:

"Mom, I have to say that he is being really, really good for you, and I believe good to you! You look radiant, better than I've seen you in all these years, since Dad is gone."

"Oh he is, Derrick," Nancy enthused. "I just never expected anything like this; I certainly never expected another man, ever,ever, after your Dad passed, and this is more surprising than anything I would have suspected."

"Does it bother you, Mom?" he wanted to know. "Do you get any flack?"

"No and no!" Nancy said. "He's just a wonderful man; that's the way that I see him."

"Well," Derrick continued, "I'm going to tell him how good he is for you, when I get a chance."

"That'll be really nice, Derrick," she said, "Your opinion is important to me."

Then she continued: "Hey, I have a reservation for us at 6:30 at Rovazzi's out on the country road."

"Hey, cool," he said grinning, "Top drawer for a guy and his best gal; don't you think?"

"I think!" she said.

Then she got a sly smile on her face and whispered to him: "And your best gal is going to dress extra sexy for this date!"

Derrick laughed and said: "Mom, he's made a wild woman out of you!"

She joined in the laugh and said: "Well, he certainly is allowing the 'wild woman', as you call it, to come out in me. And, you know what? I love it!"

Then Derrick said softly: "And Dad would too!"

"Yes, honey," Nancy said in agreement, "Yes, he would."

Then she grabbed his arm and, pulling him along, said: "Come on, let's get you settled, and we'll talk."

They spent hours in the afternoon talking, and it was about 4:45 PM, when she excused herself to get ready. When she left the room, Derrick spent a few minutes on the phone and then went to get ready himself.

He was ready first, and was waiting for her in the living room, when she finally came in. She was a vision:

She wore a simply black dress with spaghetti straps, it allowed a good amount of cleavage and was tight along the line of her body, emphasizing her lovely, round ass cheeks. The hem was about 4 inches from her knees. Her stockings were smokey black. She had a simple gold chain around her neck and had dangling ear-rings.

"Wow!" Derrick said with absolute enthusiasm. "World, look at my Mom!'

Nancy spun around for him and let him see from all angles.

"You like?" she asked in a coy fashion.

"Like!? What's not to like, when you're going out with the most beautiful girl in the world?" He said smiling at her.

"Flatterer!" she said. Then she pulled up the hem of her dress just a bit and said:

"Look, thigh highs!"

"Oh dear!" he groaned. "No man is going to stand a chance tonight!"

She giggled then and said: "I guess not!"

They went out and took his car to the restaurant. She got into the low front seat of the Mustang and pulled a little at the hem of her dress.

"It won't come down!" she said quietly.

"Then leave it," he said grinning, "I'll try not to look."

"Liar!" she countered.

"Got that in one!" he answered and they were off.

They pulled into the parking lot and he noticed that they had valet parking.

"Oh boy," he said then,"Someone is going to get the thrill of a lifetime, if they open the door for you."

"And I'm just going to be bad tonight!' she said in a defiant tone of voice.

The valet came over to the car, he was a young, good looking guy. Derrick got out and then the valet went to Nancy's side of the car, where she waited for him. When he opened the door, she put one foot out on the ground and only then slid the other foot. The effect was to totally flash the valet. As she slipped from the car, her legs were splayed wide and she presented to the valet, her entire crotch, covered only with the black lace of her panties, and showing an ample amount of pussy hair.

"Ma'am," he said, helping her to her feet.

"Thank you," Nancy said to him.

"No, thank you!" he said. And in a soft voice added: "You're beautiful."

She blushed and kissed his cheek. Then she grinned at Derrick and, just before leaving the valet, pulled his hand with her hand so that it rested on her right ass cheek. He squeezed her ass cheek as she went to where Derrick was waiting.

"You're so bad!" he said.

"Yes," she sighed, "But it makes people so happy!"

They ate their dinner in companionable chatting. Just as they were ready for dessert and coffee, Derrick looked up and nodded.

"What?" Nancy asked.

But before Derrick could say anything, Nancy looked up and Willard was standing by their table. Nancy gave a small sound of absolute joy and was on her feet, hugging Willard, and giving him a kiss. There were murmurs from the rest of the patrons, and Nancy gave them a grin.

Derrick spoke up then: "Mom, I took the liberty of asking Willard if he would join us for dessert tonight."

"How nice," Nancy said, putting her arm through Willard's, and getting him seated.

Willard cast an approving glance at Nancy, once he was seated and said:

"You look gorgeous tonight!"

"And why not," Nancy crowed, "Out with my two best guys!"

Derrick spoke up then: “Willard, I just want to tell you, in front of my Mom, that I really appreciate the way that you’ve taken care of her; she looks like she’s happier now than she has been for many years.”

Willard smiled at both of them and answered: “Derrick, your Mom is not only a gorgeous woman, she is simply classy. I treasure the time that I spend with her.”

Nancy gave both of them a huge, broad smile, as they decided who’d settle the check. Then she walked out arm in arm with one of them on either side of her.

Once in the lot, Willard said to Nancy: “I need to take care of the visiting Japanese business men. I will see you at work?”

Her answer was to snuggle up to him and kiss him. As they kissed, Derrick watched from the driver’ side of the car. Nancy took Willard’s hand and slid it down to her ass.

When the kiss broke up, Nancy was grinning at Willard and then at Derrick.

Willard shook his head and said: “Derrick, your mom is incorrigible.”

She laughed and kissed his lips again, while saying: “It’s one of my best qualities.”

She said then to Derrick: “Honey, I’m going to walk Willard to his car; I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time, Mom,” he said, “I’ll wait.”

“You’re an angel,” she said, as she walked away arm in arm with Willard.

As soon as they were out of ear shot, she said to Willard:

“You don’t mind that I’m spending time with him tonight?”

“Nancy darling,” he said, “I love you; I don’t own you! You just enjoy yourself.”

“Willard,” she said then, “I need to come to an agreement with him tonight.”

“Yes, I know that; you’ll do what’s best; I know that too.”

“Oh, I love you so much,” she said, pressing herself against him. Then she kissed him one more time and was gone. As she was just about out of sight, she turned and blew him a kiss; he was still following her with his eyes.

Derrick was waiting for her where she’d left him. She put her arms around his waist and said: “Let’s go, sport, it’s home for us.”

When they arrived at the valet spot, the same valet went to fetch their car. He was smiling, as he held the door for Nancy, who slid into the bucket seats with no attempt to keep her dress from riding up. The valet grinned and Nancy winked at him.

When they got home, Nancy said that she was going to fix a cup of tea and Derrick decided to go to his room and check his e-mail.

Once Derrick was gone to his room, Nancy went to her room and, with a firm resolve, got herself ready. She took her clothes off but left her spiky heels on. Apart from the shoes, though, she was naked. Then she sat down on the bed and made a phone call.

Willard answered, and she said to him: "Hi,love."

"Nancy, honey," he said, "Are you okay? You sound strange."

"Willard, I'm about to go to him; do you mind? Am I awful? Please help me out here," she pleaded.

"Nancy, sweetie, you've got this to do yet to be free; you've almost made it but you've got this to do. In that respect Lance did you a favor; it pushed you into your future. You're time with Derrick was from desperation; now, tonight you seal that with love and that part of it is past."

"Your goodness makes me want to cry," she said.

"Don't do that, sweetie," he said, "It'll ruin the mood."

"Kisses," she said to him.

"Received," he answered, and added, "Nancy, you're almost there; you know that?"

"I guess I do; I love you, Willard Reese," she said finishing.

"I love you too, Nancy Sweet," he answered and they hung up.

She sat and breathed deeply for a few minutes and then she went out toward Derrick's room.

She got to the doorway and could here Derrick saying to someone:

"I agree, man, there's nothing around. It's the same old, same old, cruise the net, find some porn and spank the monkey."

Hearing it made Nancy giggle; then she opened the door.

"Derrick," she said softly, "Who are you talking to?"

"Oh, hi, Mom," he said over his shoulder without actually looking at her. This made her giggle again, softly.

"It's Marvin, on a chat," Derrick said then.

Nancy said then: "Derrick!" She said it sharply enough that Derrick turned around.

"Oh, shit! Mom!" he said immediately.

The other voice came from the computer and said: "What's wrong, man?"

Derrick turned to the computer and said: "My Mom just came into the room."

"Your Mom?" Marvin said in a derisive tone.

Then Nancy intervened. Derrick was staring at his almost totally naked mother, standing in his doorway wearing only a pair of heels, and nothing more.

"Introduce me to your friend, Derrick," she said.

"Sure, Mom," he answered with as mile, "Step over to the computer so that Marvin can see you."

She grinned and said: "Here I come."

Derrick turned back to the computer and said: "Marvin, this is my Mom, Nancy."

Then it was Marvin's turn to say "Holy Shit!"

Nancy waved at Marvin, who was staring open mouthed at her nakedness.

"Marvin you don't sound so displeased now," Nancy said.

"Are you really his Mom?" Marvin wanted to know.

"Yes," Nancy said, "I"m really his Mom. Do you like?"

"Gorgeous," Marvin said and then to Derrick, he said: "What are you going to do, Man?"

Derrick turned from gazing at Nancy and said into the computer: "I'm going to eat her."

"You want to watch, Marvin?" Nancy asked.

"Shit, yes!" was his reply.

"Then we want to watch you jerk off at the same time," she said.

"Done!" Marvin said hastily, adjusting the aim of the computer so that they could see him pulling his cock out of his pants.

"Come to me, Derrick," Nancy said, and Derrick adjusted his computer so that Marvin could watch him, as he slid to his knees and began by kissing Nancy's thighs.

"Where are you, Marvin?" she asked, holding a hand in Derrick's hair, as he began to lick among her pussy hair.

"Indiana," he answered.

"Too bad you're so far away, Marvin," she said with a giggle, "You could come and play with us."

"Oh, fuck me!" Marvin said, beating his meat.

"No, Marvin," Nancy corrected him with another giggle, "Derrick is going to fuck me! Aren't you, love?"

"Yes, Mom," Derrick said, looking up at her, his mouth and chin all wet from her juices. Then he dove his head back down between her legs. He found her clit with his tongue and then his teeth.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Marvin," she moaned, "He has my clit between his teeth now!!!!!!!"

And then Marvin was cumming all over himself. Nancy grabbed Derrrick by the back of the head and pulled his face into her pussy, as she began to pulse into her orgasm.

When she calmed down a bit, she looked back at the screen of the computer. Marvin was still staring at her. She said softly:

"Marvin, we have to go now; I've got three holes available and I want Derrick to fuck me in every one of them tonight."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH Shiiiiiiiiittt!" Marvin wailed as they signed off.
Nancy grinned at Derrick, who was still kneeling and smiling up at her.

"A permanent disciple?" she said, grinning.

"Undoubtedly," was his reply.

Then she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. She kissed his wet mouth and licked her juices off of his face.

He looked into her face intently and said:

"One last time, Mom?"

"You know?" she asked a bit surprised.

"Of course I do," he answered, "Before you were bouncing around and in almost desperate shape; I know that your life is finally taking shape for you, and nothing pleases me more. But this is like unfinished business for us. Before it was frantic; now, I think it's all about love."

She kissed him then, and whispered to him: "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Derrick; you're what I have left of my wonderful Wayne, and tonight, for me, will seal that memory and make it real one more time before I journey on."

"Then let's do it," he said smiling, "The woman said something about three holes!"

"That's what she's got; that's what's at your service, sir!"

He scooped her up in his arms and hoisted her bodily over his shoulder like a sack of grain; then he whispered fiercely: "Fucking gorgeous naked woman!" Laying a loud, splatting spank on her naked ass.

She protested: "I'm wearing shoes!"

He knocked them off and said: "No you''re not!" taking her, still giggling, into her bedroom, and threw her down on the bed.

He gazed down at her fiercely, while she simply looked up at him with a smile on her face.

"This will be the last time, Mom," he growled, "But it will be a fucking for the books."

She grinned then and said: "Goodie!"

"I'll 'goodie' you," he said, approaching the bed.

"Favor!" she said holding her arms out in front of him to hold him off, while she expressed her favor.

"Yes?" he said, "Not that you're in a position to ask favors! You're just the fuckee here!"

"Wow!" she said, exulting, "The fuckee! Whoopee!" Then she continued: "But a favor, please, please: I want to have your prick in my mouth after you fuck my pussy. I want your cock in my mouth tasting like a cock and not like soap. That's how I like it: sweaty, a bit smelly, smelling strongly of where it's been. Please?

Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssseeeee, Master? I'm begging."

He laughed: "Mom, you are fucking outrageous!"

"One of my best qualities," she quipped, laughing at the repeated phrase from before.

"I guess," he said, "And I grant your plea." Then he almost shouted: "No prelims! Only fucking now!"

Her response was to hold her legs out at an exaggerated angle, while he came inside of them, and plunged his cock into her right away."

"Oooooooooofffff!" she grunted, as he pushed his cock home.

(Dancing in the back of her mind was the thought, which she quickly banished, that it was too bad that Derrick wasn't as big as Willard! She quickly told herself that it didn't matter. This was closing the account. She knew that.)

He was on top and he filled her vagina, his cock was big enough to scrape wonderfully along her vulva and the friction caused her involuntarily to arch her back to meet his thrust.

"Ooooo fuck!" she panted, as he was finally doing what she'd waited for all night.

"Marvin should see this!" she groaned, and Derrick grinned down at her.

He moved her then, grasping an ankle with each hand and pulling on her legs, placed them over his shoulders.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! What . . .what are you doing?"

"Fucking you!" he said breathlessly.

"Yes, yes, that way; all the way."

She could feel him scraping in and out of her. And he loved the tightness of her pussy, as it clamped against his cock, both on the inward and the outward thrust.

Her head was moving back and forth on the bed, as he continued to drill in and out of her. He reached down, shifting his weight to allow him to do it, and grabbed a nipple with each hand. He pushed his cock all the way into her pussy, the lips of her vulva grabbing him and clinging, as though they had a mind of their own. At the same time, he twisted her nipples.

The effect for Nancy was almost nuclear.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!" she shrieked, trying to cover her mouth with her hand and not succeeding in time.

He had moved up far enough, when he repositioned her that his cock was scraping against her clit on both the inward and outward strokes.

There were only wet sounds in the room for the next few minutes, until she said in a guttural voice:

"Nipples . . .twist . . .again . . .pinch . . .coming, coming, coming . . ."

He did as he ask, pulling another shriek out of her, as he plunged into her one more time. She locked her heels around his back and held him in place as she screamed into her orgasm, her mouth against his shoulder, biting, sucking and shouting.

They remained that way for a bit, and then he rolled off of her, and lay on his back, panting and smiling.

"Wow!' she said, "The fuckee is pleased!"

"I guess!" he said, but then she moved.

"Clean up time," she cooed at him, "And time to use 'hole number two'!"

She was hovering over him then with his slimy cock in her hand and began to lick it.

"Hmm," he said, "Talented Mother!"

"Shut up and let this cock sucker do her job!" she shot back at him.

"Pushy babe!" he said then.

"You bet, buddy!" she said and then plunged his cock all the way into her mouth. It was still sensitive from the fucking and he, in turn now, arched his back and grunted as she made the same plunging movement with her mouth time and time again.

"OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS!" he hissed as she worked on him.

"Lovely taste," she said to him, jerking on his cock as she talked, "Lovely smell!"

Then her head was back at its job and he simply lay his head back and let her blow him.

She began to bob her head up and down more and more quickly, making sure that she tightened her lips around his cock shaft so that she jerked him with her mouth, as she sucked him.

She could sense him getting ready; his cock was swelling and she kept her head bobbing motion until he began to shoot ropes of cum into her mouth. She took it and managed not to let is gag or leak.

She was grinning at him, as she loomed over him and looked down at him. Opening her mouth, with a wicked grin, she let all of the cum in her mouth drizzle down on his stomach.

It surprised him and he cried out with the surprise. Then with the same wicked look on her face, she lowered her head and began to lick the cum up off of him.

"Nasty bitch!" he growled at her.

"It's one of my best qualities," she said and they both laughed.

"Rest for a few minutes before big finish?" she asked.

"Granted," he said.

"Idea," she said then.

"What?" he wanted to know.

"Computer---get Marvin; let him watch you fuck me in the ass."

"Wicked!!!!!!" he laughed agreeing immediately.

"Yes," she said, "It's one of my best qualities!"

Then he grabbed her, spun her over and slapped her ass before striding out of the room.

She followed him, looking forward to it. As she neared his room, she head Marvin say:

"What did you do? Tell me!"

Then she heard Derrick's voice explaining the fact that they'd fucked and she'd sucked him off. He also talked about what she said about how a cock should taste.

"Fuckin' A!" Marvin said in disbelief. "So, what now?" Marvin wanted to know. "Is she still around?"

"Yeah," Derrick answered. "She wanted me to contact you. She wants you to watch me fuck her in the ass."

"You're shittin' me!" Marvin said then vehemently.

By then Nancy was in the room and said, peering over Derrick's shoulder:

"But, Marvin, we're not!"

"Hi, Mrs. . . ." Marvin said, as his voice trailed off, seeing Nancy once again totally naked.

"It's Nancy, Marvin," she said, "And we were wondering if you might want to watch Derrick fuck me in the ass?"

"What?" he almost shouted. "Really? I mean, now? Uh, really?"

"Really," Nancy said, grinning into the camera, ,"Now!"

"Oh shit, yes," Marvin groaned.

Then Nancy kissed Derrick on the cheek and said: "How about it, big boy, our audience awaits."

"Ready, Mom!" Derricks said, lining up behind her and slapping her ass, as Marvin gasped.

Nancy retrieved from the bed a tube of KY that she'd put there and began to generously rub it on Derrick's stiff cock.

"Now me," she said, handing him the tube.

Then, accompanied by Marvin's 'Oh shit!' from the computer, Derrick began to apply the cream liberally to Nancy's ass area, between her ass cheeks and her asshole.

Then, lining up in a way that Marvin could see, via the camera on the computer, exactly what he was doing,

Derrick began to push forward and put pressure on Nancy's sphincter muscle to allow his cock entrance into her asshole.

Nancy gave out a loud "Ouuuuuuufffff!" kind of noise, when Derrick finally succeeded.

Then with a generous "Oh god, yes," She began to push back against the front of Derrick's body, as he slowly swung into a rhythm with his prick in his Mom's asshole.

"Oh shit, Derrick," Marvin called out, "Drill her, fuck her ass; put it to her! Oh shit yes!"

Looking over, Nancy could see Marvin jerking off, as she got fucked in the ass.

As she grunted with each stroke, Nancy called out:

"Can you . . .ugh . . .see it, Marvin? Can . . .ugh . . .you? See . . .he's . . .ugh . . .fucking me I the owwwwwwwwwwwwwe . . .ass?"

She got a strangled 'yes' from Marvin as he came all over himself and he was followed quite quickly by Derrick cumming inside of his Mom's ass.

Both Derrick and Nancy collapsed on the bed then. Nancy just barely was able to croak out:

"Good night, Marvin," and Marvin signed off.

"Are you, okay, Mom?" Derrick asked then.

"Yes, love," she said in a tired voice; "please get up so that I can get a wash cloth; I'll do the cleaning."

Derrick moved and she went, coming back in a bit with a wash cloth and towel, with which she cleaned Derrick's cock. Then she sat on the bed near him.

He looked at her with loving eyes and said: "That's done now, Mom."

"Yes, it is, my love," was her answer.

Neither of them said more; they both understood.

"I'll say 'good night' now," she said. "I have to make a phone call."

"Hey to Willard," he said.

"Will do," she answered, and kissed Derrick.

"I love you, my pet," she said looking into his eyes and brushing the hair away from his face.

"I'll never have another like you, Mom," he said holding her to himself.

"Yes," she answered, just before she left, "That's the way it is."

Nancy called Willard, and got him after a few rings.

"Sorry to bother," she said quickly, "I know you're busy with the Japanese and all."

"No bother," he said softly, "You? Never a bother. The Japanese are all settled in their hotel."

"Go well?" she asked.

"Marvelously," he said.

"Did you get it all done?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said. Then she thought a few seconds and went on.

"Yes, I did. It's quite like a leave taking."

"Yes, I'm sure it is," he said, again softly.

"I have a major cry coming one of these days," she said.

"The only way to see it all right, I think," he allowed.

"You're so good, Willard," she sighed.

"Sleep tight, love," he said. "I have more of the Japanese tomorrow."

"I will having talked to you, love," she admitted and kissed him good night.

XIII
NANCY AND LANCE: Chapter 13

Both Nancy and Derrick were bright and chipper the next morning. She was up early to fix him breakfast before he was to go out for a day long, and overnight bike ride with old friends on the local bike trail.

Nancy, once she was up and took an early shower, wore a favorite old house coat type robe and fluffy slippers. She appeared to be the 'old Nancy' again but her attitude was a really cheery one today. There was no hint at all of the sex pot of the evening before.

"There's my girl!" came Derrick's voice from the hall leading to the kitchen.

"Hey, sport!" she said enthusiastically.

"Looks like the comfortable old Mom is back," Derrick said.

She shot him a glance and he went to her, saying, as he planted a kiss on her forehead:

"No criticism in that at all, Mom; it just feels so comfortable."

"Yes, honey," she admitted, "It does."

Then she grinned at him and said: "What'll it be? Big breakfast for the biker today?

"Yeah," he answered, "I think so.'

She looked him over in his biking outfit and said with a whistle:

"Hey, nice looking buns for a skinny kid!"

He laughed and said: "I get that from my Mom."

She whooped and crushed him in an embrace before going to the fridge to gather for him juice, bacon, eggs and milk.

She cooked and he sat and chatted with her. It wasn't long after breakfast that his friends were there and calling for him. They were intending to ride to the bike trail and then use the trail for a long ride ending that day in a stay near the trail. They had it all arranged.

He went out through the garage to get his bicycle out and she stood and waved to all of his friends, who were calling to her:

"Hi, Mrs. Sweet!"

Nancy was in a very good mood by the time that he left. She had a sense that the previous evening had allowed a closing, a kind of closing that was not even so much about her and Derrick as it was about her and Wayne.

For right then, at that moment, at least, the thought was a comfortable one. She sat down then to have a cup of coffee.

Then the doorbell rang. She went to the door with a grin on her face, opened it and said:

"What did you forget?"

"Nothing that I know of," Jackie replied.

They both broke into laughter then, and hugged.

"Come in," Nancy said, "Coffee's on."

Jackie was wearing black stretch pants and cowboy boots with a bright colored tee shirt.

"My my," Nancy said, "You look so well turned out."

"And you look like a magazine article for Mother of the year, with your fluffy slippers and all," Jackie quipped.

"I was getting Derrick up and out this morning!" Nancy said.

"And last night?" Jackie asked in a pointed way, "Was it fluffy slippers and a house coat last night?"

Nancy blushed a deep red color then.

"Look at the girl blush!" Jackie said, "Tell me, girl, don't make me beat it out of you!"

Nancy laughed and said: "A threat of violence always moves me!" Then she grinned at Jackie and said:

"Every hole!"

"Eeeeeeeeeek!" Jackie squealed. "Really? Derrick? You?"

Nancy, still grinning, shook her head 'yes' and repeated: "Every hole!"

"Oh my god!" Jackie said, "Slut of the year!"

Nancy laughed and said: "Or Mom of the year, right?"

"I guess so," was Jackie reply.

Then Jackie got serious and said to Nancy:

"Hey, girl friend, I suspect that you were putting something to rest; weren't you?"

Nancy hardly took time to think at all but nodded her head and admitted that such was the case.

"Yes," she said, "At first my motives were all mixed up but then it was obvious to me, and I'm sure to Derrick. And it seems fine today."

"Good for you, girl friend," Jackie said.

Then with a sly smile on her face she asked Nancy:

"Ready for another little adventure?"

"Oho," Nancy crowed, "And I thought you were here out of concern for me as a friend."

They both laughed and Nancy said in a conspiratorial voice: "What's the adventure?"

"Thought so," Jackie said. "It's Willard and the Japanese. That has gone, I'm sure you've heard, really well."

"Yes, I did, and I am glad about that," Nancy said.

"Well, he'll be finished with them after dinner tonight; they'll be off his hands, and I thought we could rig up a little congratulations gift for him?"

"Goodie!" Nancy said, "What shall we get for him?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Jackie asked. "We'll give him you!"

"Me?" Nancy asked, wondering.

Then Jackie explained and Nancy squealed in delight!

"Oh, can we?" Nancy asked, clapping her hands like a delighted kid. "Can we?"

"Of course," Jackie said. "I've already asked Junior to help with it; he'll make sure that we can get into Willard's penthouse and then it's all clear sailing."

"It sounds wonderful," Nancy enthused.

"Here's what we'll do," Jackie said, and she explained how they set it up and that, when Nancy was all ready, she just leave and Nancy would take it from there.

They both agreed on the plan, and decided when they'd meet at the building to get it all set up.
Nancy spent a happy afternoon in anticipation of the little surprise for Willard that they were going to spring that night.

When the time finally came for her to go, she packed some overnight items and the few other things that she needed. She parked her car in an out of the way spot to not be detected by Willard, when he returned. Jackie was waiting for her in the building, and already had the key from Junior.

They went up and Jackie said that they'd do their preparations in the inner bathroom, whose lights couldn't be seen. That's where Jackie got Nancy ready.

Nancy was in place and ready, when Jackie got the message that Willard was coming into the building. She gave Nancy a kiss and left her in place.

Nancy was quite a site: situated in the hall immediately inside of the door to the apartment, she was wearing only a pair of 5” heels and black thigh high stockings. She had a card around her neck which said: “Congratulations, Willard! I’m your reward.” Painted on her face, forehead and cheeks were the words “Nancy Sweet,Willard’s Cock Sucker!” On her chest just above her jutting tits were the words: ‘Pinch Me, Bite Me!’ Across the flatness of her stomach was written: ‘Willard’s Cunt!’ with an arrow pointing downward and ending in Nancy’s pubic bush. On the small of her back, just above the slope of her ass cheeks was: ‘Fuck My Ass!’ Her arms were gathered behind her back, and tied there at the wrists.

Nancy sat and had a huge grin on her face, as Willard opened the door. As soon as he came in, she sang out:

“Congratulations!” Then she let out a scream, as the Japanese business men trooped into the room behind Willard. There were four of them.

Willard began to laugh uproariously. He turned to the Japanese following him, who were wide eyed at seeing Nancy, kneeling naked and decorated in the hallway, and said:

“Well, gentlemen, it seems that we have some unexpected entertainment here.”

The men from Japan made eager noises among themselves and to Willard, after his statement.

Then Willard reached out and helped Nancy to stand up. He turned to the men following him and said:

“Gentlemen, this is Ms. Sweet, an associate of mine; she is our surprise for the evening. Do you think we can put her to good use?”

The chorus of ‘yeses’ from the men following him was instantaneous.

Willard smiled down at Nancy, who was wide eyed in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry, Willard,” she whispered.

“Not a bit of it,” he said, “A little treat from yo and Jackie?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Well,” he went on, “You’ve put your foot in int and you’re in for it now.”

“Yes, sir,” she said smiling, and less nervous now.

Then Willard stood out of the way to let Nancy greet the Japanese business men, M. Taketo, Mr Horachi, Mr

Tanego, and Mr Sugiama. They bowed to Nancy and Nancy bowed to them in return. She said to them:

“Gentlemen, I am at your service; I hope to make your stay among us more pleasant.”

There was a great deal of gabble among them then in their own language and they ended by grinning at Nancy and telling her that they thought it was a great idea, and that Mr Reese was a great provider.

One of them then, Mr Sugiama, asked Nancy to turn to show them her messages.

Nancy blushed and proceeded to do so. Willard untied her hands and she raised them up in the air, and turned around slowly to show them her messages, ending by bending from the waist to show them the message just above her ass.

“Very nice,” Mr Sugiama said, “Very accomplished.”

The others joined in then proclaiming Nancy ‘very, very pretty.’ They were obviously eager about this surprise of their host.

“Shall we go in where it’s more comfortable, gentlemen?” Willard asked.

They went into the large, sunken living room, and Willard asked what their pleasure was. It was a bit of a surprise but they indicated that ‘yes’ they would like a drink and then they wanted to dance with Nancy.

Willard put music on and got the drinks that were requested. The Japanese business men indicated that, as lovely as she was, they had only little time, since they had a morning flight back to Japan.

Nancy offered herself first to Mr Sugiama and he led her around the room in a dance. He was at first a bit stiff with her but she settled him down by taking one of his hands and putting it on her right ass cheek. He said something in Japanese to the others and laughed and they responded. But from then on he was free with his hands, as they danced in feeling Nancy up.

She gave the same opportunity to each of them in turn. Each one was encouraged to begin to touch her any where that they wished. Each one did so, and made comments to others in their own language.

She danced at least once with each of them. It was a funny kind of scene, since she was taller than all of them, especially with her spike heels on.

Once they had all danced, and all had a drink, they settled down on a long couch and simply smiled. Nancy didn’t want the evening to fall apart and decided to take matters into her own hands.

She went again to Mr Sugiama first. She pointed to the words on her face and smile at him saying:

“Yes?”

“Oh, yes!” he said, and with loud and constant comments from the others, Nancy fished Mr Sugiama’s prick out of his pants and began to give him a blow job.

He chattered to the others obviously about her talent with her mouth, as she sucked him off. She ended it by slurping down his cum, then she stood and bowed to him and thanked him.

She proceeded to do the same with the other men, each in their turn. When she had done with them, she had one more trick up her sleeve. She turned to her friend Sugiama and held out her hand to him. He took her hand and followed her, as she led him to a bedroom.

He smiled and chattered to the others, as they left the room.

In the bedroom Nancy asked him: “How?”

He motioned for her to bend over that he wanted to take her from behind. He adjusted his pants and soon was sawing away with his cock in Nancy’s tight, wet pussy.

He pulled out and came on her back and ass. She turned around, after wiping his cum off with her hand and licking her hand, giving him some serious glee, and taking his cock, licked him clean.

She bowed to him and said: “The others.”

They came into the room one at a time, and each of them desired to take Nancy in exactly the same way. She was leaned over the edge of the bed by each of them and fucked from behind.

It certainly was not love making; they were fucking her pure and simple. They seemed to enjoy it immensely also.

When the last of them was finished, Nancy went to the attached bathroom and quickly cleaned her self up. She washed her pussy and backside very carefully, knowing that she wanted to be ready for whatever Willard wished to do, when the Japanese were gone.

She walked back into the room wearing now a red silk, short robe. Mr Sugiama pouted immediately and she opened the robe, flashing herself to him. He laughed and gave her a hug.

The four Japanese were insistent then that they were ready to leave. Nancy got a parting kiss from each of them, as well as an invitation to visit them in Japan with Willard some time. She promised them that she would do so. And walked with Willard to show them to the door.

When they were gone, she waited for Willard’s response:

“Priceless!” he said, gathering her into his arms.

“You’re not mad?” she asked softly.

“Mad? Never? You are clever, exciting, wonderful and a huge hit with our new Japanese partners.” He reached into his pocket then and pulling something out said:

“Here this is a gift from them. They beg you to accept it, as a token of their esteem. They wanted me to say especially that they were not treating you like a whore because they knew that you were not.”

He handed her $1,000. Nancy looked at it and let out a squeal!

“I was a hit!” she crowed.

“Yes, you were,” Willard said.

“Clean up?” she wanted to know? “Or do you want me to keep my messages?”

“I know all of them, and the truth of them,” he said.Then he added:

“I want you fresh, I want you naked, I want you mine!”

“My lord’s wish is my command,” she said kissing him.

“Shower with me?” she wanted to know

“Certainly,” was his answer, “Saves water.”

They walked arm in arm, on the way to the shower.

It was later, the only light was some city lights coming through the windows. They lay nestled together in bed, both naked; it was a languid moment.

"Thank you," he said, "For the reception for the Japanese. They really enjoyed it."

"I was so embarrassed, and surprised!" she giggled.

"They knew that; it's what made it so precious for them," was his answer.

"Got plans for all that money?" he wanted to know.

"Don't know," she mused, "Maybe a shopping trip. Maybe get those signs tatooed onto my body permanently."

His answer was to pull on one of her nipple rings until she squeaked.

Then he turned a little more serious and said:

"How was last night?"

She hesitated for a moment, thinking.

"Don't talk, if you don't want to," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

"I want to," she said, "I'm just trying to get it all straight."

When she spoke next, as he waited for her to do it her way, she said into his chest:

"He looks so much like his Dad, so much like Wayne! For all the world it was like one last time, one last lovely, sexy steamy time with Wayne!"

She hesitated again and said finally:

"I can never say thank you to you enough for understanding and letting me get on with this and finished with this the way I needed."

"You already have, love," he said, leaning to kiss her.

She added quickly:

"And I promise not to mention Wayne any more; I won't keep dragging him into our private and personal lives, I promise."

His response was quick:

"No promise necessary; any man who had the intelligence, wisdom and foresight to be in love with a wonderful woman like you, deserves to be talked about now and again."

"Oh, Willard!" she said in a sigh. She was quiet for one long pregnant moment and said:

"I think I need to cry now!"

"I think you should," he answered softly, pulling her soft nakedness against him.
And she did.

She cried for the ending that it was; she cried for the beginning that it was.

The End.

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