Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 16:16:16 -0400
From: RonDuke <duke9955@nyc.rr.com>
Subject: Cell #13 Part 2
Jane, Lance & The Duke
===================
The following is based on actual events. It's about me, Duke, Lance, and
Jane, my wife, and how we all handled the events of those exciting post
prison days.
-
This is their story.
-----
I lived in an old white house perched
snugly between old and majestic Oak
trees on a gentle and sloping hill. I had been
back in my upscale suburban New York City
home for about six months. I was home after
my two event filled years at Lions Mountain
prison. The two years were still very fresh
in my memory. Jane, my wife, had not pestered
me with questions as to my personal experiences
whilst I was behind the wall in upstate New York. I was
grateful for her reticence. Both Jane and I were
working assiduously at reacquainting ourselves with
one another. I slowly resumed some if not all of my
pre-prison
activities.
-
Jane busied herself with women's
clubs, gardening, and shopping for haute couture
fashions in the city.
--
Brian, my fourteen year old
son had gone off to live with a cousin. We thought his mom
and I could have more quality time unfettered by
the distractions an adolescent boy could offer.
-
I was
falling in love all over again with my lovely wife
of fifteen years. With re-acquired objectivity I was
growing to appreciate just how attractive Jane was.
At five six and one hundred and thirty pounds topped
off with a 36B set of tits plus a beautifully coifed
head of chemically enhanced 'blonde' hair and a pair of
piercing green eyes she was
undeniably stunning. Think Faye Dunaway as to her
countenance.
-
Now in her mid thirties she was
blossoming into a certified MILF.
-
Jane was both
cultured and well educated.
-
She had received an M.A.
in art history from Vassar.
-
We were thoroughly
enjoying our quality time. Jane was learning to
cook due to my somewhat reduced financial
circumstances. Her new expertise with pots
and pans was startling. I especially enjoyed her
cooking ensemble: High heels, panties, bra, covered
with a large frilly cotton apron. I made a habit
of sneaking up behind her when she was preparing
a meal. I would nuzzle her perfumed neck whilst rubbing
her ample
panty covered buttocks with my aroused penis. She would
giggle in sweet innocence at my lewd entreaties.
-
Little did I suspect a deep dark truth about Jane and I
would soon be made chillingly clear to both of us.
-----
This particular evening found Jane
off to visit her mother in the city.
I had planned on a night of relaxing
and watching football on television.
-
I went to the window and parted the
white lace curtains. I looked into a
dark cold winter night. Thunder clapped
and lightning streaked across a cold
black sky. I felt snug and safe within
the walls of my upscale suburban
home.
-
The doorbell's shrill tone announced
a visitor. I abruptly awoke from my
brief reverie.
-
"Yo my nigger" Lance
chortled.
--
Yes, it was Lance my former cellmate
from Lions Mountain.
The past is always
present I silently thought.
--
"What the fuck" ? I responded hesitatingly.
--
After the shock of seeing my quondam
nigger master from prison wore off we
were chatting in my tastefully appointed
livingroom.
-
I couldn't help but notice Lance had
maintained his impressive 6' 2" 230
pound frame magnificently. He had evidently
not missed a day lifting weights in the yard.
Under his heavy winter coat he wore a tight
black cotton shirt and a pair of baggy
work jeans. His spectacularly muscled
torso threatened to burst the seams
of his fraying shirt.
--
"Well it looks like you and that foxy
wife of yours are doing real fine" Lance
commented as his gaze took in my
comparatively lavish home.
--
"We're doing well Lance, hows by you"
I sheepishly responded.
--
"I'm gonna need a place to stay
for a while" Lance said matter of
factly.
--
Lance pulled his head back and openly laughed at my look
of confusion and fear.
--
"Don't worry Dukie baby" Lance
said behind a broad toothy grin "i'll be
a well behaved bunky"
--
He was sitting splay legged on my
light blue suede couch.
He casually but deliberately brushed
his crotch as he drank down the cognac
I had poured for him. He loudly smacked his
lips as he told me it had been quite a spell
since he had a good drink.
-
I attempted
to explain to him how awkward it would
be to have him live with me and my wife.
-
How would I explain him. ?
-
Would Jane find out about my perverted
exploits at Lions Mountain.?
-
I grew concerned.
-
I patiently told Lance of my reservations.
He assured me he would be the very embodiment of discretion
on 'sensitive' subjects.
---
He allowed it wouldn't be in his best interest
to let that perverted cat out of the bag.
--
"Besides Dukie baby we could have some
good nigger fun when wifey ain't around"
Lance laughed loudly.
---
I swallowed noticeably. Lance stopped
laughing and smiled threateningly at me.
-
I got his unstated message.
-
Go along
and he'd be discreet, don't and he'd find
a way to muck up my smooth life with
Jane.
-
I quickly thought through all
my apparent options. Not one option
didn't include a part where no matter what I did
my life would get very complicated.
--
We discussed at length our respective
lives since prison.
--
Lance lugged in a large suitcase
from my front porch.
---
No formal stated assent from me
was needed. Lance had come to stay.
--
Between us we had consumed one
liter of cognac. My now uninhibited
imagination danced around what Lance
had termed "nigger fun".
-
My heart raced
a bit and my penis hardened.
-
Shit! I thought.
I hadn't left behind my penchant for
strong black men and big hard black
cock. My stay at Lions Mountain had
effected a seachange in my sexuality.
-
My lower lip quivered.
Lance looked at me, winked and
smiled evilly.
He spread his legs wide and suggestively.
His memorable cock was aroused and jutting
straight up through his baggy pants.
I was breathing heavily.
Lance pulled at his zipper.
--
Oh fuck I thought.
Just when I had figured
all that crazy white slaveboy
nigger worshipping stuff was
behind me.
I was now being pulled back
into a dark area of my life
I presumed i'd never visit
again.
I closed my eyes as tears
welled up in them.
=============
"Where's your bathroom"?
Lance asked.
---
"Through there on the right".
I said pointing.
---
I was directing his attention
to the master bedroom. Lance arose and
headed for the master bath. I saw his absurdly
large erection tent his otherwise loose fitting
pants.
Old feelings as well as new ones
sparked through my alcohol soaked imagination.
Having this nigger adonis in my house, the one
I shared with my wife was giving rise to sick
perverted fantasies.
--
"C'mere Dukie baby" I heard Lance yell.
--
I took a deep breath as I obeyed Lance's
directive.
---
The bathroom door was ajar. I saw Lance as he
shook off a few drops of piss from his python
penis. Just the sight of it brought 5th tier
memories cascading through my mind. He saw
me staring unabashedly at his cock. Lance laughed
once again. I opened my dry mouth to say something.
----
Lance raised his huge right hand quickly. I spasmodically
put up my left-hand in a defensive gesture. I squeezed my
eyes tightly shut. I was conditioned to expect a smack
when Lance made this move. He grabbed me by the
left ear.
With one harsh yank he had me bending and screeching.
--
"Owwww"
I winced in pain.
---
"Where do you and Jane sleep"? Lance inquired brusquely.
--
I tentatively pointed towards my bedroom.
With two large strides Lance was through my
bedroom threshold. I was firmly attached to him
by my ear. He flung me hard. I landed on my bed.
I slowly rubbed my sore red ear.
--
"Did I hurt Dukie baby"? Lance asked without a
note of sincerity.
--
Before I had a chance to answer he slapped
me hard across the face. He had undone his belt.
He was pulling his fly open. His pants fell to
his ankles. His bright red bikini briefs did
little to restrain his burgeoning cock. Lance
had my full attention now. The slap had knocked
the cognac from my thought processes. His beautiful
black cock was at full mast. It was every bit as large
as I remembered it. His ten inch meat-missile stood erect
and proudly past his navel. In reflex I licked my dry
lips.
--
"You remember the black snake dontya Dukie"?
--
Lance growled as he grabbed at his cock and pulled
the foreskin back.
--
A silly grin was my only response.
---
"Sure ya do" Lance said smugly
--
I had dreamed of the black snake many nights
as my wife slept quietly next to me.
--
As I looked intently into Lance's crotch
my heart sank and my dick grew aroused.
---
"Take care of my pants whiteboy" Lance commanded
---
I scampered to the floor.
I rapidly untied his shoes and removed his
socks. I pulled his warm aromatic briefs away.
He kicked his clothes under my bed.
I stood up and pulled at the hem of his frayed
shirt. His powerful manly chest was in my face.
I inhaled his masculine essence.
--
Lance's self assurance
was so complete he didn't have to raise his voice
to dominate all those around him.
My gaze was one of frighteningly pitiless admiration
and joy.
Lance had a chiseled stateliness to his physique
both males and females could appreciate.
The wretched truth I felt was about to be revealed.
Our moments together on the 5th tier were now
recalled with proustean clarity. It was a shimmering
transcendent ideal not easily ignored.
Lance stood
firm in my bedroom. He was completely naked.
The only light illuminating his breathtaking body
was the odd diffuse ambient moonlight now
drifting in through the silk curtains that hung
in my bedroom.
--
Lance was a caricature of a manly physique.
I gasped loud enough for him to hear.
My god he was one superb male specimen
I mused to myself.
---
This dark and dangerous
animal was quite simply, irresistible. I was literally,
visibly, shaking all over.
---
Lance's powerful and obvious
muscles flexed. His shoulders were exceedingly broad
as his waist was narrow.
-
Like the tongue returns to
where the tooth has been: I, unbeckoned, began to
remove my clothing. I knew Lance liked his whiteboy
bitches to be totally naked as they served him. I was
now ready to be his bitch and start serving him
once again.
--
I pulled my white briefs over a wet and angry five
inch pecker.
I knelt subserviently in front of Lance's monstrous ten inch
black cock. I was overcome with the rush of needing
to be denigrated by this forceful and domineering
nigger boss.
--
As if on cue Lance spoke.
---
"You're a fucken pig
Duke and so is your cunt wife and fag son"
---
I glanced downward and nodded in the affirmative.
--
His large callused hands clutched my head forcefully.
In a much practiced motion my mouth opened widely.
Lance swayed his hips forward. His bone-hard cock
entered my drooling accepting mouth. I suddenly
felt my throat full of hard black manmeat. I kept my hands
at my sides. Lance rammed his turgid lovestick
in and out of my accepting mouth. I was had to
breath entirely through my nose.
--
I heard my telephone
ring. It went unanswered as the machine picked
the call up. I heard my wife's sweet voice tell the caller
to leave a message and we'd get right back.
---
"Suck that black cock you white piece of shit"
Lance bellowed.
----
I slowly picked up my hands. I placed them gently
on Lance's ripped powerful thighs. Lance smiled broadly
as he looked down at me.
I lifted my face. I made and held eye-contact
with Lance. He placed his hand under my chin
and pulled my face further up.
---
"Look at me cocksucker" Lance ordered.
---
I knew Lance needed to see the full face
of any whiteboy who was servicing him.
I kept my head at the angle Lance had
moved it to.
--
Under Lance's close scrutiny
I now sucked his immense cock even more
fervently.
--
"We don't wanna let wifey find out
you're a fag cocksucker do we Dukie"?
Lance questioned.
---
I didn't remove his stone hard cock
from my pliant soft mouth. I just shook
my head in the negative. My small pinkish
penis stood erect. I only interrupted my
oral ministrations to occasionally lick
and lap at his swollen balls or his tree trunk
thighs.
--
"You given that bitch wife all she needs
Dukie"? Lance inquired.
--
I didn't know how to answer so
i just grunted non-commitally.
I had always assumed Jane and I
had a satisfactory sex life.
You know as the saying goes
I didn't get any complaints.
Now in the bedroom I shared with
Jane I grew doubtful about my assumption.
How could she be satisfied with my meager
boy-cock when a bull like Lance could give
her so much more. ?
----
"You look so good down there on
your knees with a nigger's cock
in your mouth Dukie" Lance said.
---
In response I scrunched down
and lapped and licked his nutsack
and perineum.
---
"No doubt she loves that pinky-dick
of yours" Lance laughed.
--
His laugh was heartfelt and earnest.
I continued the blowjob undeterred.
--
I knew from my 5th tier experiences
my penis was not the smallest of white
dicks around. I had seen even smaller
there. None of course were as large
as our nigger bosses.
--
Row after row
of whiteboys on their backs or knees
as we all serviced our black masters.
That was the 5th tier.
--
Back then I felt
kind of sorry for the fairly well endowed
whiteboys. For they had an ostensible
masculinity to surrender and lose. I and
most whiteboys there had very little
and we gave it up in a flash anyway.
So the concept of white inferiority was
brought home to me and reinforced on the
testosterone driven 5th tier nights.
-
I wondered silently how Jane would
respond to our nigger houseguest.
--
The mere entrance of Jane into my
thoughts as I serviced the giant black
cock before me naked on my knees only
served to make my dick harder.
--
My cocksucking grew even more
ardent and pronounced.
--
Lance's remarkable cock was topped
off by a condignly large knob of a crown.
It pulled my lips outward as he pulled
his hips away from me.
--
Lance bent lower.
His cock remained in my mouth
as I bent with him.
--
Suddenly Lance was lighting a
small cylindrical piece of glass.
I caught a whiff of the crack cocaine
moments later.
--
I looked pleadinginly into his eyes.
His hand made hard contact
with my soft features.
< THWACK ! WAMP ! >
Lance struck me.
A slow rivulet of blood
joined my already wet mouth.
--
It came to me.
Lance and I were both bound together
inside a twisted dream. We were destined
to ride a strange train all the way to
the end of the line. Maybe together?
It sounds crazy, but at that moment
I couldn't hear my own heartbeat.
-----
His massive man-meat plopped square
on my face. Balls jiggling around my chin.
The crown past my forehead.
I could hear my own silly mussitations.
--
"Please please" don't make me sir"
We both knew damn well this last
statement was pure fiction. Lance
loved to hear sissy whiteboys squeal
and beg for the last vestiges of their
self respect and pride. After he heard
the begging he would strip away
whatever manly pride remained.
Lance was indeed a cruel black
master.
---
Lance let out a deep sigh of satisfaction
as he inhaled the smoke.
I was alarmed. I was fearful the distinctive
odor would remain and Jane would discover
crack was smoked in her immaculate home.
---
Lance caressed the back of my head.
His grip tightened. I submissively yielded
my entire mouth onto his blood engorged
cock. I took in deep breaths through my
nostrils. The pulsing throbbing outsized
symbol of nigger sexual potency seemed
to be a self-sufficient being unto itself.
It was that amazingly large. He slapped
his whole cock on my face. Pre-cum
stuck to my soft light brown hair.
---
"Lap dem black balls whiteboy"
Lance instructed.
----
I immediately complied.
Ever eager to please him.
My tongue swirled over both of his
large testicles. I heard him
inhale the crack. I was somewhat
unprepared for his gentleness.
Then another slap landed.
<THWACK>
It landed hard on the left side
of my upturned face.
< THWACK THWACK >
------
My soft white features were being
battered by a series of harshly delivered
'bitch-slaps'. I lost contact with Lance's
amazingly hard cock. I looked downward.
I was now softly crying. Lance chortled.
He was obviously pleased with my overt
display of pride-less submission to his
towering black superiority.
--
"P p p please, sir don't hurt me" I begged
tearfully.
---
Lance let out a particularly loud laugh
at this. White-boy sissies always begged
for mercy and got none from Lance.
Lance took great pleasure in stripping away
any and all pride from genuflecting cocksucking
whiteboys that came his way.
--
I had learned
that lesson back on the 5th tier. I felt a slow
warm trickle of blood drip from my nose. I wiped
it away with a trembling left-hand. The bright fresh
red blood and my pale white skin made a dramatic
study in contrast. I took care none found its way
down upon Jane's new beige carpet.
--
Lance brusquely yanked my head upward.
He Jammed his extremely hard cock deep
into my open and waiting mouth. He was bringing
it home now I saw. His hips pistoned into
my receptive wet mouth. Lance was all
fury and speed now. He rammed about
seven inches of steel hard ebony cock
into my throat. The remaining three inches
or so I gripped with my bloody left-hand.
My gold wedding band was now covered
in my drying blood.
--
I alternately took in
deep draughts of fresh air and gagged.
I softly massaged Lance's balls with my
free right-hand. I was naked, on my knees,
in my bedroom fully occupied sucking and
worshipping this big nigger's cock. My relatively
modest whiteboy wee wee grew even stiffer.
--
I made sure to delve my tongue into Lance's
pee-hole. He had always demanded this
back on the 5th tier. I hadn't forgotten.
---
"Yeah work that tongue whiteboy ..right
into my piss-slit like a good fag" Lance
encouraged.
--
My breath came haltingly. More bitch-slaps
to my face were smartly delivered. I continued
to sob. I cried from residual fear, sexual excitement,
and reasons I cannot fathom. Lance always
grew harder at the sight of whiteboy tears.
--
Lance gently pulled both my hands up.
He held both in his one hand above my
head. He crouched slightly. He took a
deep drag on his crack-pipe. Then with
unprecedented ferocity Lance fucked
my face. It can't be described any
differently. My mouth was being
pierced and stabbed. My throat
was being assaulted by a black steel
pipe. My two soft white hands felt
for Lance's hard black chest. I looked
up and into Lance's eyes. He was quite
high I noticed.
--
Lance spit hard into my
face several times. I didn't look away.
He let go of my two hands. They fell
limply onto his strong manly legs. He was
now pulling my mouth onto his terribly hard
cock by placing both of his giant black hands
on the back of my head and sharply shoving
me forward. He was doing all the work now.
I remained motionless. My mouth was being
speared and raped.
---
"Aghhhh" Lance yelled out
--
"Ride the python, bitch" he spat.
---
His suddenly incontinent cock let out
an explosive forceful rope stream of
highly viscous semen deep into my
throat. My mouth was quickly flooded
with his custardy male discharge. My penis
jerked and started. I emitted my own smallish
squirt upon my smooth abdomen and thighs.
--
I have always come without benefit of manipulation
whilst sucking Lance's enormous cock. I jerked off
the few remaining droplets from my rapidly softening
penis. My orgasm was very intense, toe curling and
deeply felt. It represented my sense of self satisfaction
at a job done well.
--
Lance grabbed his still hard cock and slapped
me across the face with it.
--
He squeezed out the last few gobs of
semen onto my eyes and nose. He took
another deep drag on his pipe. I remained
on my knees. I closed my eyes and opened
my semen filled mouth wide; -- not allowing
any of its content down my gullet. I looked
like a baby bird just fed by its mama. I was
showing Lance I had taken his full load.
---
Lance looked down at me and smiling
said.
"Swallow it Dukie baby, swallow my cum"
--
I gulped the cock custard down in one
exhibitionistic swallow.
--
Lance laughed one of his magnificent
laughs.
--
Some sticky residue dripped from
the corners of my mouth.
---
Lance scooped it up with his big black
index finger.
I opened my eyes to see the stuff
dripping from his extended finger.
I hungrily licked and lapped it
once again showing Lance how
far I had fallen from being a prideful
man. I desperately needed to demonstrate
to this black god I was a thoroughly cowed
and obedient whiteboy.
---
I was spent.
--
Lance turned and walked towards
the bathroom. I couldn't help but admire
his tight ebony buns as he strutted authoritatively
naked across my bedroom.
Lance was now pissing and smoking
simultaneously. Quite clever actually.
---
I arose slowly. Lance threw me a wet
washcloth.
==
"That was an outstanding and proper performance
Dukie" Lance said sincerely.
--
"Thanks" is all I could muster.
---
We briefly discussed how we would both
prepare for Jane's arrival. How we would tidy
up and get rid of the tell-tale evidence of our
interlude of debauchery.
--
I sprayed the house with Fabreze and
opened all the windows allowing frigid
winter air in.
--
I smiled as I walked past the bedroom
wall mirror. I saw how my tiny pecker
had shrunk even further in response
to the now cold air.
---
I couldn't help an A B comparison
with Lance's now soft cock.
His was no less than five inches and
extravagantly veined. Mine was less than
two inches and still shrinking.
--
It was
the incredibly shrinking winky.
Was this the reason Lance was a blackMAN
and I was a whiteBOY.?
--
I joined Lance in the bathroom.
--
We both were pissing in the sink.
Here under bright illumination our two
male generative organs were vividly
in a tableau of comparison.
==
"Wonder why God was so good to
us niggers and so friggin cheap to
you whiteboys" Lance laughed.
--
"I don't know but he sure short-changed
this boy" I replied.
------
"I know of one whitegirl
who was short-changed too Dukie"
Lance chortled ominously.
------
Lance showered first.
---
As I alighted from my shower
I saw Lance sitting and smoking
on the toilet bowl. American Standard
by the way.
I went to grab a dry towel.
Lance pulled me towards him.
I stumbled and giggling fell into his
lap.
--
"You sure one sick muthafucka"
Lance declared.
--
I could only blush and stutter
in agreement.
--
"Just how freaky are you willin to get son?"
Lance inquired.
---
Lance gave my buttcheeks a playful
smack as he waited my response.
--
My weenie grew rigid.
I arched an eyebrow as I said
"I guess we'll see, we'll see"
---
Lance nibbled my ear as he
prepared his pipe for another
hit.
I got on all fours.
I placed a reverential kiss
between all ten of Lance's toes.
----------
I girlishly slapped at Lance's massive muscular chest.
Lance smiled appreciatively at my display of effete
submission.
My effeminate limp-wristed mock slaps caused my penis to
grow to its full five inch length. Lance wrapped his
preposterously
huge black forearms around my smooth white shoulders.
He slipped a mammoth arm up and around my skinny neck.
I placed both of my hands on his one left forearm. I
instantly
knew if I had any idea of breaking free it would end in
stinging
failure. I was impotent at protecting myself physically from
this
magnificent brute of a man. He could snap my neck like
one would a chicken's.
--
His forearm muscles rippled like snakes in a sack.
I thrilled at the sight.
The boa-constrictor was slowly asserting its control
and mastery over my slight white naked body. Lance
casually held me in a vice-like grip. He busied himself
with the rituals of the crack-pipe with his free hand. I was
experiencing a contact high. Lance almost imperceptibly
increased the pressure on my neck.
--
in my full length bathroom mirror I could
see both of our naked bodies. Lance with
one hand was imposing his will on his
white victim. My pale frail white frame
went utterly limp as I succumbed to nigger
superiority. My penis remained up and erect.
--
I was
much like prey in a great beasts death-grip.
I closed my eyes and allowed my arms to slowly
fall to my sides.
--
"Okay okay" I cried in a muffled tone.
----
My dick grew to its absolute hardest.
---
I saw the plastic toilet brush out of
the corner of my right eye.
--
Lance chuckled gutturally.
--
I felt Lance's thick black rubbery flaccid
cock brush against my smooth white
ass cheeks.
--
"What are ya gonna do with that" I gently
inquired.
---
"Guess" Lance replied.
--
I felt the smooth plastic handle enter
my anus. I groaned and let out a breath.
Lance disengaged his arm from my neck.
I slowly leaned over and grabbed my ankles.
--
Lance slowly worked the eighteen inch brush
handle into my asshole.
I squirmed and wiggled submissively.
Lance continued to laugh. I was being
sodomized and wasn't objecting even in
a perfunctory manner. I quite deliberately
pulled my asscheeks apart. Surprisingly
the pain was modest and bearable.
--
Back on the 5th Tier Lance had introduced
me to sodomy with inanimate
objects. I knew he loved to see whiteboys
looking ridiculous. I got a wicked thrill
from submitting to Lance's delightfully
nasty wishes.
---
"Now walk around for me baby" Lance laughed
---
I sashayed out of the bathroom.
I saw my ludicrous reflection in the
mirror. The brush sticking out of my
posterior looked like an absurd tail
on an even more absurd animal.
--
I knew what Lance wanted to see.
I shimmied and shook. I wiggled my
ass. I paraded up and down and up again
my hallway and bathroom floors. We both
laughed at my predicament. I was pleased
my lewd behavior made Lance laugh.
--
"Over here baby" Lance intoned seriously.
---
He was sprawled naked on my marital bed.
Motioning me downward he continued his
deep inhalations. I sank to my knees. I jutted
my ass up and out. I didn't want to sit for fear
of lacerating my already pain ridden colon.
Lance looked at my new tail in the mirror and
smiled. Without fanfare or hesitation I began
to slather the hard black cock before me.
---
"You missed daddy's big nigger meat didntya?"
Lance asked.
----
"Mmm mmm" I managed through a full mouth.
----
Lance moved further up my marriage bed.
He pulled his tumescent cock upwards.
He exposed his smooth black asshole.
--
"Toss the salad" Lance explained
----
I closed my eyes and moaned.
I darted my tongue directly into the
acrid crevice. I was salivating profusely.
Lance pulled his knees up. He separated
them.
---
"That's a good little whiteboy" Lance said
encouragingly.
---
I made small kisses all along Lance's
tight firm asscheeks.
I ended my small kisses with the flourish
of placing my warm wet tongue firm
and deep into his bunghole. I shook my
ass now and again. Lance muttered in amused
satisfaction. I stayed within this process for
no less than an hour. The cocaine prevented
a full and meaningful erection for Lance.
---
I relieved
my sexual tension manually. I spurted my small
ejaculation on my hand. I knew Lance loved to see
whiteboys lap up their own cum. I did.
---
I bent over
deeply as Lance stood. I kissed both of his feet.
I kissed all ten toes on and between.
Lance kicked at my face. He slowly walked
into my guestroom.
---
I spent some time in tidying up.
I pulled the dirty bathroom brush from my very
sore ass. My high was wearing off.
---
I went back to my bedroom.
I watched the room brighten with dawn's
light. I watched a breeze stir the lace curtains
into a ghostly dance. I felt my stomach tighten.
My breath came hard and shallow. I watched
the curtains move slowly. I wept and fell into
a fitful dream riven sleep.
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Lance and Jane finally meet
...Next.