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“Thanks for all the positive feedback on this series. I’m open to suggestions on where to go next but I think it’s near time for a finale. ”

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Later that night, after a very quiet dinner, my daughter, my husband and I sat around the house doing nothing. I don’t know if my husband suspected anything, but he was trying to make conversation to break the silence. “So Jenny, the big performance is coming up, right?”

I looked at my daughter, who despite herself had a little smirk. I knew she was thinking what I was, that we just had a “big” performance. “Yes, dear,” I said, ” It’s nothing special. “

“Really? I thought you were using some extras this year. How are they fitting in?”

“Oh,” I said as casually as possible, trying to ignore my still sore pussy, “they had some trouble in the beginning, but eventually fit in just fine. They really are good performers. ” Again my daughter smirked.

“Well, will they be joining us for the annual party?”

The party! Oh shit I’d forgotten all about it. Every year before our big performance I host a pool party at our house for the club. We have a nice yard with a modest above ground pool and everyone usually has a good time. My daughter looked at me in half panic and half amusement at my situation. ” No dear, I don’t think so. Maybe we’ll skip the party this year. ”

“Don’t be silly Jenny! It’s the only chance I get to meet the people you two spend so much time with. I wouldn’t miss it. Plus, it would be bad luck after having it for all these years. You don’t worry about it, I’ll make all the arrangements. How many extras have you taken on?”

“Just one,” I replied too quickly, my guilty mind running in circles, “I mean four. We have four extras. ”

Till that point my daughter was just listening, enjoying my squirming. But she chimed in as she sauntered to her father, leaned over his chair and put her arms around his neck, the two of them now looking at me. “But they’re big, dad. Very big. Aren’t they, mom. ”

My eyes burned at my daughter. “Y.. yes, they are very big. ” Dreamy images of Willy and his mighty cock torturing me with its pleasure flooded my mind.

“You’ll have to make special arrangements for them dad. You know, fried chicken and stuff. Soul food. ”

“Why is that kitten? Do they like that stuff?”

“Of course, dad, they’re black. Very big and very black. Right mom?”

My daughter’s words were sending me farther and farther into the wonderful memories of the feelings I had so recently experienced. “Y.. yes. They are black. ”

“Very black. ”

“Yes… yes, they are very black. ” Did she know what she was doing to me?

“And big. ”

“Yes. Big. ”

“Very big. ”

“Yes. Yes. Yes they are very big. Very big and very black. Yes. I need a drink. ” I practically stumbled from the room. Even though I was sore I was ready to fuck Willy or any of the other devils on the spot. What was happening to me? I heard my husband say “Gee, I wonder what’s wrong with your mother?”

“She’s just uncomfortable with her feelings about black men, that’s all. I suspect she’ll get over it though. ”

“Nonsense, kitten. You’re mother has always been very open minded about minorities. I’m sure there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for those boys. ”

“Dad,” my daughter said, patting her father on the head, “I think you may be right. ”

Two weeks later was the night of the party at my house. My husband insisted I invite all the club members including the devils. Each of the white boys flat out refused to go. The white girls each initially accepted enthusiastically, but one by one they backed out, each saying the her boyfriend insisted they not go. So it was going to be me, my daughter, my husband and the four black devils. My husband (who would make a great housewife) did all the preparing including the food, which included the fried chicken my daughter suggested.

When the doorbell rang, I ran to the answer it. I was nervous, excited, and terrified. My husband was in the kitchen and my daughter was still getting dressed. I took a deep breath and opened the door. All four black giants stood outside together. They were casually dressed to show their muscles and I took a minute to give them a once over. “Is that they boys, dear?” my husband called from the kitchen. Boys! Each of them stood a foot taller and untold pounds of muscles more than my diminutive husband. “Yes, dear, it’s the boys. ”

“Well, let them in, I was just about to… ” my husband came out from the kitchen and stood dead in his tracks. Here I was at the front door in my little sun dress, framed by four handsome black men, and at the other end of the room stood my husband, wearing an apron. “to put out the fried chicken. Hello boys. ” He spoke but didn’t move. I guess it was a lot to take in.

“Hello sir,” said one of they boys. He passed by me, momentarily putting his strong hands on my shoulders, and approached my husband, his huge hand extended. He shook my husband’s hand and it disappeared in the grasp of this black devil. “I’m Chez, this is Don and Storm and that little guy by your wife is Willy. Did I hear chicken? We’s jess luuuvs chicken. ”

Little guy, not! I knew he was mocking my husband, just as Willy had done when I called his cock a penis. His cock which was now slowly grinding against my butt as my husband was introduced. Don was standing in front of me so I couldn’t move. Oh god, were they going to torment me here?

“Well, why don’t we go out to the yard and get comfortable, OK?” Pulling his little hand from Chez’ giant black grasp, my husband led us all through the kitchen and to the backyard.

“Oh, you have a pool?” Don asked.

“Of course, what kind of pool party would it be without a pool?” my husband replied.

“Well, nobody told us. ”

Don had stopped just outside the doorway, leaving me in the doorway with Willy still right behind me. He continued to grind that wonderful cock into my ass. I was sweating. I swear if he put any pressure on my shoulders I’d be sucking his cock in a minute. Oh Jesus. “I guess that’s my fault honey. I must have forgotten to tell them. ” Forget, ha! The last thing I needed in my yard was these four magnificent specimens on display.

“Well,” Willy said as he pressed into me, “we can just skinny-dip!”

My husband and I chimed in together with a resounding “No!” “Maybe we can dig up something for you. Let’s worry about it later,” I told them. If I didn’t get away from this cock at my ass soon I was going to cum right there. “Why don’t you guys sit down and relax while… ”

“Hi everyone!” My daughter finally made her entrance. Now, she’s a small girl, but she’s got everything she’s supposed to in the right proportions. Well let me tell you, the tiny bikini she had on showed more of her than I’d seen in years.

“Well well!” “Alright!” “Wooo you looking fine today!” our devils chimed in. We all spilled out to the patio and each of the black men came to her to say hello. She made a point of getting on her toes, pressing herself to each one as she kissed each of them.

“Kitten, d.. do you think that’s appropriate?” my husband asked. He looked to me for support. I didn’t know what she was up to, but after all she’d put me through I was going to let her get into her own trouble. “She’s fine honey” I whispered to my husband. “Remember we always encourage her to feel good about her body. Don’t discourage her now. ”

“Daddy, it’s fine. ” “Yeah, fine, it sure is fine” chimed the giants surrounding her. “Well, I’m going for a swim. ” and she was off and in the pool. Six pairs of eyes watched her cute little butt wiggle to the pool and up the ladder.

“Man… I could eat that up. ” Don said as he watched her. My husband, also watching her, assumed something more innocent when he heard this.

“Yes, the food’s ready. Let’s eat shall we?” He went into the kitchen leaving me alone with Don, Willy, Chez and Storm. Immediately the started pealing off their shirts. I was instantly surrounded by dark bodies with rippling muscles.

“Wh… what are you doing? Please, not here. Not now. ”

“We’re just takin’ our shirts off. You don’t mind, do you? Since we don’t have bathing suits, we gotta get some relief from the heat. You wouldn’t deny us a little relief, would you?”

“N.. no. I won’t deny you. Relief I mean. I won’t deny you relief” I couldn’t stand it, being surrounded by them, hard and big and black. My hands reached out just to touch them. I ran my hand down Willy’s chest and Storm’s at the same time. It was electric. Surrounded by them, again I was on the edge. Only the smallest impetus and I’d been on my knees. My husband’s reappearance broke the dream state I was falling into.

“OK, food’s on… Jenny, what’s going on?” He walked out to the patio with a big tray of food and looked at the now shirtless men surrounding me.

“They’re hot,” I told him. Jesus were they hot. They don’t have their suits so I told them no shirts would be OK.

“Well, OK. Why don’t you guys come and eat. ” The boys left me standing there, nearly limp. This is just too much. I needed to cool off. “Honey, I’m going in to put my suit on, OK?”

When I got to our bedroom, I practically tore my clothes off. They were soaked with sweat. My own hands on my body felt electric. I couldn’t resist touching myself. Girl! Get control. This isn’t some hideaway prop room. It’s your house! OK, OK. I forced myself to calm down. I searched for my suits, but most of them were gone. All I could find was a bikini I hadn’t worn in a couple of years. God! When I put it on I was spilling out all over. Unlike my daughter, I’ve got lots of all the good things and this little suit certainly showed it. The thought of putting myself on display for the men downstairs sent shivers down my spine. Could I do it?

“Jenny! What’s taking so long? I don’t know these guys. Come out and help me entertain them, would you?”

Well, that was that. As I approached the patio I heard the devils laughing, but when I made my entrance all conversation stopped. “Well, well, ma’am, you lookin’ to put your daughter to shame?” Storm asked. I could feel their eyes burning into me.

“J… Jenny that’s quite a suit,” my husband quietly stated. What he meant to say is get back in there and put another one on, but he was never able to tell me something like that.

“Thank you dear. What the hell, we’re all friends and adults. Now I’m hungry. ” I turned to the huge tray of fried chicken my husband had made but it was all gone. “Damn, you boys do like chicken. ”

“Yeah” Willy said, it was so good we couldn’t help suckin’ the meat off the bone, you know what I mean. ”

These wicked little games, right in front of my husband, scared me but turned me on too. “Yeah, I know what you mean. It tastes so good you have to get all you can. Maybe I’ll find something else to eat. ”

“Isn’t anyone coming swimming with me!?” my daughter called. In her little bikini even I’ll admit she looked good.

“Damn man, I wanna swim!” Don said. “This ain’t fair. ” I knew he just wanted to be half-naked near my daughter and I couldn’t blame him.

“Hey” Willy said, “We’re all friends like you said, right?”

“Yes” I answered.

“And we’re all adults like you said, right?”

“Y… yes. ”

“So what do you say you let us swim in our briefs? It’s just like a bathing suit anyway. C’mon. ”

“Helllloooo! Is anyone coming in the pool?” My daughter couldn’t hear our conversation.

“In a minute kitten!” my husband answered. “I don’t know guys. It’s just that… ”

“What, that we’re black? Is that it, no blacks in your pool? Or no blacks swimming with your daughter? That’s it isn’t it? Shit. ” Chez challenged him.

“No.. no, it’s just that… ” he looked to me again for support but I gave him none. Inside I was dying to see these guys one more time in skimpy tight shorts. That’s a sight I’ll never pass on. “Well, OK. Briefs are OK. Go ahead in. ”

“Alright man. You’re alright. Thanks. ” Each of these toned black athletes, already out of their shirts, stood to remove their pants. Willy stood between where I sat and were my husband sat. He looked down at me and I looked up at him, nearly as dazed as when I had looked up at him that first time he fucked my mouth on stage. He was like a god. A huge black sex god. They all were. It was amazing. Willy undid the buckle of his belt as I watched his hands. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the waist down. As he did, he also pulled just the front of his briefs down. My husband, if he was looking, was seeing his toned black butt in his tight white briefs, but I… oooohhh. Willy’s cock sprang out and, like it knew it’s home, landed on my lips! It was too much to bear. Husband, daughter, whoever might see I had to taste this wonderful cock again. I licked the head as Willy pulled his pants lower. He still had his shoes on. He took one hand, as though for balance, and put it on the back of my head, pushing his heavenly monster through my lips and into my waiting mouth. He bent over and undid the laces of one shoe, just letting me savor his cock, my tongue running around it in what little room it left in my hungry mouth. “Yeah, that’s better” he said as one shoe came off. He changed hands on my head and pushed again as he bent to untie his other shoe. I was sure my husband was looking at his ass, probably thinking as naively as I had a few weeks ago “gee, it almost looks like she’s blowing him. ”

“Aahhh, much better,” Willy said, putting both feet back on the floor. He stood straight up and, with the other guys, headed for the pool, surreptitiously flipping the front of his briefs over as much of him as he could. I looked up and my daughter was looking right at me. Again I experienced that weird combination of excitement and guilt. I knew by now my secret was safe with her, but testing it still worried me. My husband gave me a strange look but said nothing. Then, “you’re not going to swim in that outfit, are you?” “Why,” I replied, “do you want me to take it off?” I as I mockingly made to untie the back of my top. “No! Never mind. I’m going to clean up. ”

I heard my daughter screech as I saw the players, now all in the pool, literally tossing her from one guy to the next. “Well, I’m going to have some fun,” and I left my husband, still in his apron.

Our pool is a five foot deep oval. Nothing special. I climbed up the ladder and descended down, backward into the water. My husband was out of earshot thank god. “Yeah, shake that thang!” the devils called out. Wrong though it was I gave an extra wiggle as I hit the water.

I had yet to see the other devils in their glory except out of the corner of my eye as they mouth-fucked my little angels a few weeks ago. Well, when these tight white briefs on these tight black bodies met the water, they became nearly transparent. “Oh my god fellas. My husband’s going to have a heart attack!” I giggled as I said it, almost like a schoolgirl’s glee. My laughter seemed to lighten the mood and soon we were swimming and jumping around and mostly, well, groping.

We played blind man’s bluff for a while and it seemed that either I or my daughter was always “it. ” Anonymous strong black hands stroked my breasts, my ass, and my pussy as I tried to catch someone. Same for my daughter. And it seemed whenever we did grab hold of someone, it was always by a big black cock, and always just out of my husband’s view. Soon the game dwindled though.

Someone made a comment about my large chest, which upset my daughter a little. “She may have a bigger lungs, but I can hold my breath longer,” she told them.

“Oh, yeah?” I shot back, “prove it. ”

“OK, mom, I’ll race you under water. Laps in the pool until we need air. Whoever comes up first looses. ”

“You’re on. You guys be the judges. ”

“Wait” Willy said. “That will only show who’s the better swimmer, not who can hold her breath longer. Sir?” he called to my husband. “Do you have a watch?”

“Yes. ”

“Well, your ladies are going to see who can hold her breath longer under water, will you time it?”

“Alright, just wait for the second hand to come around. ”

Meanwhile Willy had guided my daughter right in front of him and placed me right in front of Chez. “GO!” my husband yelled.

Without thinking I dove under the water, my daughter doing the same. Under the water I came face to face with Chez’ cock, which if anything looked bigger than Willy’s. I looked at my daughter, who looked at Willy’s cock, then we looked at each other. Even under water I could see the wicked look in her eye. In a flash she had Willy’s cock out of his shorts and in her mouth. Jesus that looked good. I needed it. I took Chez’ waistband and yanked it down, freeing his cock. It was bigger! For the second time in less than half an hour I had a giant black cock in my mouth and I was in heaven. Watching my daughter take more and more of Willy into her face turned me on even more. It seemed like a wonderful eternity but was probably thirty seconds. I needed air. I surged up, letting the thick cock slide out of my lips and surface. “Tie!” Willy yelled. My daughter stood beside me, gasping for breath.

“Do you want them to do it again?” my husband called.

“Oh yeah. ”

“Alright, wait for the second hand, and… Go!”

Again I dove under the water, as did my daughter. This time Don and Storm were standing next to Chez and Willy, four mighty black spears waiting to feed us. I was on the one nearest to me in a heartbeat. At this point I didn’t care who’s it was. The intense feeling I got having a mighty black cock pumping my mouth was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I alternated between the two closest to me and my daughter did the same. I wondered if she felt like me or was just trying to match me, or both. Second after heavenly second ticked away as my mouth was fucked again and again. Christ I was nearly cumming myself. I knew I needed air soon. I let me body drift up as my head stayed impaled on Don, or Storm, or whoever, then at the last second slurped off that cock and sucked in some air. “Tie again!” And there was my daughter again gasping for breath right beside me.

“Forty seconds! Are you going to do this all night?” my husband called. Oh god, I’m ready. I could see the dreamy look in my daughter’s face, her hands now stroking Willy under the water, and I knew she’d go all night too. “Here comes the second hand… ready… Go!”

Once again I dove down, my mouth opening to accept the offering of mighty black meat under the water. Immediately I sucked. God I wanted to taste them, I wanted them to fuck me, fuck my mouth, my throat. I wanted them to cum!

After a short while, strong hands took hold of my head and slowly, slowly lifted my sucking mouth off his cock. Then, slowly and quietly, he allowed my head out of the water. I looked up at Chez, strong and black and glistening in the moonlight as he held my head. “Shhh. Take a breath. ” My daughter’s face was beside me, held tightly in Willy’s strong black hands. We both took big, quiet breaths, and slowly went back down, into the water and onto the wonderful, waiting cocks.

The two men who were not in our mouths moved behind us. As I sucked Chez’ giant into my mouth, I was slowly raised from a kneeling position until I was perpendicular to Chez, like a big white extension to his big black cock. Again our heads were quietly lifted out of the water, again we took quiet breaths and again I returned my mouth to where it belonged. Now I felt a cock probing against my bikini as one of the other devils stood between my legs. Oh god yes. I had to feel it. I needed to be filled like only these black men could fill me. I reached back and pulled my bikini aside, indicating my willingness, just in case there was any remaining doubt. Unbeknownst to me, my husband called out his concern to Willy. “It’s been a while, are they OK?”

ord”s life. He ordered and consumed two cocktails in the waiting. Finally he looked at his watch and it was 9:00 pm. He was going to light a cigar when he noticed the beautiful brunette walking towards him. The glimpse of Amanda Young he saw that instant, was to remain with him forever.

Dressed in glittering red she swayed her body walking towards him. His eyes examined the figure hugging dress that emphasized her killer curves. It was a sleeveless dress with a low V-neck that proudly displayed her ample cleavage. Gifford had always thought of Amanda as a slightly chubby woman but the tightness of the dress showed that she was perfect. This woman definitely dressed to kill.

“I hope I did not keep you waiting for too long.” She smiled and pulled a chair.

“Well it was worth it.” Gifford replied as he undressed her with his eyes.

Amanda was busy adjusting her chair and probably did not hear the reply. The waiter approached the table with a menu.

“Thanks” Amanda smiled at him as she took the menu.

For Gifford, the next hour over the dinner was like a blur. They talked about a lot of things except their professions but during this conversation, Gifford spent more time studying Amanda”s physical attributes than he did listening to her words. This behavior did not go unnoticed by Amanda but she did not seem to mind. Suddenly she put forward the question.

“Do the authorities believe it is some Islamic Militant group?”

The question caught Gifford off guard. He was busy staring at the tattoo on her arms when he realized what she had asked.

He regained composure. “Well … I don”t not have anything to tell you at this point Amanda.” For the first time he had addressed her as Amanda and not Miss young. She continued to stare into his eyes without any facial expression.

“You spent over an hour in the office with the head of the FBI and the Chief of Police. Obviously the three of you were discussing something.”

“Well … nothing that would make a headline.”

“Mr. Senator…” Amanda looked at him. “I know you get what you want. You have the reputation of that go-getter politician. I have seen you look at me a couple of times and I can see in your eyes what you want…. But you will have to give me a story.”

“Oh really?” Senator leaned back on the chair and looked straight at her. “So you want a story eh?”

Amanda took a sip of her drink and smiled.

“And what do I get in return?”

Amanda looked around and stopped a waiter passing by. “Pardon me. … is there a washroom here somewhere?”

“Certainly Madam! You go around the fish tank and the restrooms would be to your right.” He smiled.

“Thanks.” She stood up and looked at Gifford. “Follow me…” She said and left the table.

Confused Gifford”s eyes followed her legs as she walked away from him. The red dress that she was wearing had long slits that exposed her toned brown thighs as she walked. With every stride the slit would part, revealing her muscular thighs all the way up. He had no idea what she meant by the words “Follow me.” In fact he was not sure if had heard her right.

She then turned at him and with her manicured finger she gestured him to come after her. Turning around she then walked towards the restrooms swaying her hips. Gifford stood up and followed her till they were both in the lobby outside the restrooms.

Slowly, Amanda opened the door to the men”s room and peeked inside. It was empty. She took Gifford by the hand and lead him inside. She lead him to the last booth which was actually meant for the handicapped. It was the biggest one with ample space for wheelchair users. She pulled him inside and bolted the door behind him.

“What are you …” Gifford could not complete his sentence when she turned around and placed her manicured finger on his lips.

“Shhhhhhh… I wont hurt you.” She smiled then started unbuttoning his shirt. Her fingers worked quickly as she undid every button in his white cotton shirt till his chest was open for her examination. “Nice chest Senator.” She said and started kissing his chest. Her hands went inside his shirt as she kissed and licked near his nipple.

Gifford was already aroused by the sight of this exotic woman. As she bent low to kiss his chest, the gaping V-neck of her dress fell away from her body giving him an enticing view of her breasts as they swayed in her top. The sight was enough to give him an erection.

As his penis grew in his pants and a tent started to form in his crotch. It drew Amanda”s attention right away. With a smile on her face she fell to her knees looking up at the Senator. Soon her fingers were unzipping his fly. The next instant his throbbing hardness sprang out inches away from her face.

“Mmmmm… that”s a nice cock!” She said and took the shaft in her hand.

Just then they heard the main door open, followed by the sound of clumsy footsteps. Gifford controlled his breathing and gestured her to remain silent. But ignoring his gestures, she took the bulb head of his cock in her mouth and started sucking.

“Hmmmm…” Gifford released his breath slowly as he dropped his head back staring at the ceiling. They then heard the door to the booth open as the man entered and then they heard it get locked it behind him. Then they heard him take off his trousers in the next booth. Gifford wanted to maintain silence but Amanda was sucking his head like a lolly pop. He looked down and saw her deep throating him. The V neck was extremely low cut and he could easily see the valley of her boobs. He closed his eyes and ontinued to suppress his breathing. They then heard the man in the neighboring booth relieve himself.

Amanda wrapped her lips around the pulsing shaft and started bobbing her head on his dick. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her lips go back and forth on his shaft. The sensation was truly amazing. As she brought him nearer and nearer to climax, he leaned back against the wall and held her bobbing head in her hands. Amanda definitely was a good sucker. He started bucking his hips forward driving his cock as deep in her mouth as he could. Sensing that Gifford was near, Amanda increased the pace of her sucking. Just seconds away from the climax, the man in the next booth flushed his toilet. Gifford had been holding his eruption for the fear alerting the man in the next booth. As soon as the sound of the flush filled the room Gifford siezed the opportunity and eased his cock muscles just a bit. It was enough to push him over the edge and the next instant he exploded! As the sound of the flush muted his moans, his throbbing cock shot loads and loads of semen into Amanda”s mouth.

In a few seconds the flushing sound had ended and they were alone in the washroom, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the air. The man had exited the washroom and the silence indicated that they were both alone. He looked down at Amanda”s face and was truly surprised to see the vast quantity of semen he had produced. It was dripping from her mouth down to her neck and then going right between her exposed cleavage.

*Chapter 6: