Wendy Blacks

“Whew!”
It had been another long day for Wendy as she locked the door to her office and paused to smooth the skirt down over her slim hips. She looked good, as always. Her trim frame toned from her daily workouts, she felt... well, horny. That was a daily occurrence, too. She'd had a couple of students in today that had piqued her interest, one of them a tall athletic black boy who had seemed very receptive to her carefully veiled flirting. She had arranged to meet his family at their home, in order to assess his financial needs. Sometimes students professed a need that wasn't really there. It was part of her duties, she felt, to follow up.
In the car, she couldn't help but touch herself as she drove. Her GPS guiding her, she let her fingers linger just inside her white cotton blouse, teasing her nipple through the bra she was forced to wear to work. Her nipples were throbbing! She knew she was wet as well, but hoped the family didn't have a dog. They always seemed to want to plant their noses in her crotch, knowing through their heightened sense of smell how aroused she always was. It was a curse and a blessing, one she sometimes allowed herself to enjoy, but never to the point of getting completely naked. That tongue could drive her crazy, she knew, turning her into something she didn't want to admit to. The allure of young men was bad enough! At 54, she was old enough to be a mother to any one of them, and that made it even more arousing.
This one, Walter; even though he was a different color, from a completely different social background, she could imagine being his mother. Making breakfast for him, seeing him come down in just his boxers, stealing glances at his cock when he wasn't looking. And, ultimately, having him turn to her when his needs became too great.
“Wow. Easy, girl,” she reminded herself. Walter hadn't been particularly receptive, but she always hoped. She'd had quite a few young men the last few years. She had young men who'd gone on to further themselves, but they always came back for more of Wendy's particular charms. That told her something about herself. She often imagined taking them all on, in the basement of her neighbor, getting the ultimate reward while her husband was out of town. If she had to fuck her neighbor for his granting her a place to fulfill her needs, so be it. Dick was dick, and she was addicted! She grinned at her own play on words.
At Walter's house, she parked and smiled as Walter came out through the front door. He showed her in, introduced her to his momma, and she could see immediately that he needed the funds she was in a position to help distribute. He was modest, despite being quite handsome. His mother was cautiously friendly, somewhat embarrassed at their lack of expensive furnishings, but she offered Wendy water to drink, and was very proud of her son.
She didn't see her younger son until she was leaving. He was at her car, staring in the window.
“Oh, hello,” she said, stepping up to him. He looked to be about 12, with torn shorts and a stained tank top. “Who are you?”
He stared at the friendly white woman for a moment. “My name Woodrow,” he said, “but they call me Woody. What you doin' at my house?”
Wendy explained that she'd come to see Walter, and that she was a guidance and financial counselor at the high school. “What grade are you in?” she asked.
“Sixth grade, but I failed third.”
Wendy did the math. 'Hmmmm,' she thought. She'd be seeing him in a few years, she thought. Maybe he'd turn out as handsome as his older brother! She moved to open her car door, but the young man didn't move, just turned into her. He was close enough that she could feel his breath on her cleavage, as he was almost a foot shorter than her.
“You're pretty,” he said simply.
Wendy was caught off-guard, sure that the boy would move, but he didn't. “Uhm, thank you,” she said hoarsely. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached out and placed his hand on her hip. “I... I need to go,” she said in a hoarse whisper. She didn't really want to, of course. This young man's interest had inflamed something she tried to keep hidden; something that drove her darkest dreams.
“Yeah?” The boy wasn't giving up an inch of space, his eyes seemingly glued to the tanned yet blushing chest of this white woman. He was clearly confident. That excited Wendy even more; she loved being in charge, but loved the moment when that was taken from her even more.
“Well, I... I mean, I should...” She was flustered, hornier than she'd ever been. Did this boy think he had a chance of doing something with her? Her libido took a giant leap upward when he uttered these words:
“Let's go for a ride.”
The boy opened the door for her, then, and stepped back. Wendy, moving like she was wading through maple syrup, passed by him and got into the driver's seat. She waited as he rounded the car and took the other seat. Without looking at him, she started the car and put it in gear.
“Take a left up here,” he said, staring at this woman as she drove. She was breathing hard, he noticed. He snickered. She wanted this, and he wanted this older woman. Those girls in the hood were just as eager as this woman to rut, but they were just sluts. This woman; she was white, something he'd been dreaming about. “Pull in by the courts, there.”
Wendy did as instructed, the blood pounding in her veins. There was something going on that she didn't truly understand, but which had her struggling to breathe. It was like being underwater – sounds were muted, but she could hear everything, including her own heartbeat. She stopped before a basketball court, where a group of older black teens were playing pick-up ball. There were five of them. They stared at the BMW. Woody got out and waited for them to saunter over.
“Hey,” one of them ventured. “What's this?” He indicated Wendy with a nod of his head.
Woody replied, but not to them. “Get out,” he orderered Wendy. “Come meet my posse.”
Wendy's legs were shaking as she got out and walked around the front of the car. One of the boys was sitting on the fender, checking her out as she did so.
“This you new momma?” he crudely joked. The other boys laughed.
"Nah. I just wanted you to see my new girlfriend,” Woody said, coming around to put an arm around Wendy's waist. He had to reach up to do it; she was tall and lean, and standing next to her, he looked like exactly what he was: a little boy. He was obviously seeking their approval. “I'm gonna have her suck my dick,” he boldly stated, looking up into her face. “Maybe you guys want to watch."
Wendy gasped. “What? No,” she began, “that's not... no, NO! Woody, what are you saying?” Secretly she was leaking into her panties at the very thought, but having him be so... cavalier about it, she was embarrassed beyond words in front of these youths.
Woodrow pulled her into his shoulder. “It's okay,” he said, “they know what's what. We just pulled a train on a girl yesterday, right here!”
She was shaking her head. “Please! I don't want to hear this,” she said in a pleading voice. “You're too young to talk like this. Have some respect for your elders, okay?”
The boys, meanwhile were circling the two of them. “Make it quick, bitch,” one of the older ones told her. “I might want to tap that pussy myself.”
Wendy looked around. She was the only woman around; in fact, this whole part of the complex seemed deserted except for these boys. If she even wanted to back out, she didn't think she could. These boys could rape her and no one would know. She cursed herself for getting into this situation, but her blood was boiling and her panties were already wet. There was an air of anticipation, evidenced by the fact that each of the boys seemed to have a hand on their own crotch. She'd seen this before; it was a hallmark of proud black men. She understood it to mean they usually were well-hung. No white man she'd ever seen had acted like that.
Someone moved behind Wendy and shoved her roughly forward a step. “C'mon, momma, let's see what you got,” a voice said. Wendy stumbled, but caught herself. She looked around once more, this time making sure they weren't going to be seen. The houses across the quad were all shuttered tightly; the place looked deserted, though she knew there were people going about their lives behind those walls. Slowly, she went to her knees, taking care not to ruin her stockings.
“There ya go,” Woodrow cooed, reaching down to unsnap his shorts. “I knew you were a cocksucker the first time I seen you.”
Wendy didn't allow herself to correct his grammar. He was right; she was skilled in a lot of ways, one of which was drawing cum from younger men's swollen balls. This boy, though; he didn't look old enough to be packing what she craved. She was sure his cock would fit his age group. As he dropped his shorts to his ankles, though, she was surprised. It wasn't huge, but it was still bigger than her husband's. And it was only half-hard! She licked her lips quickly. Her mouth was dry with nervousness, but she'd never seen a cock she couldn't satisfy. She moaned softly as her hand absentmindedly closed around it.
“That's it, momma,” someone urged, “get after it.”
And she did. In the middle of half a dozen black boys on a deserted playground, she leaned forward and slid her hand along the skin of Woody's cock, with her thumb and forefinger barely touching. She then took the swollen black head between her lips, tasting the pre-cum as it oozed out on her tongue. She couldn't help herself; she was mesmerized by this boy's confidence and the appeal of this smooth clean dick.



The boys groaned appreciatively at the woman's energetic response. “They ya go,” one said. Another laughed and praised Woody for finding this slut. “You picked her, my man!” he cheered, and the rest agreed. “Slut goin' down on that like she born to suck that black pipe, man!” Woodrow's cock swelled even more.



He was the current hero of the neighborhood. As the middle-aged woman lavished her attention on his cockhead with her talented tongue, he looked around. “She loves it, huh?” he said with an air of confidence. Then, unexpectedly, he erupted in her mouth.
“Fuuuuuuccckkk,” he groaned, as her lips closed around his throbbing member and she sucked the cum from him as fast as he could produce it. It wasn't a man's load, but it was free of the acidic taste of some men she'd taken. She swallowed it, then looked up at Woodrow.
His fellow neighbors were unimpressed. “Shit, man, you blew that way too fast! What the matter with you, boy?” Another chimed in, “she ain't hardly got that stick in her mouth n you blew it up!” The boys laughed and slapped each other's hands in high-fives.
“Woody, he a one-minute wonder!”
Wendy swiped her lips with her tongue and stood up. As much as she enjoyed Woodrow's cock, she recognized the need to get out of this situation. “C'mon, Woody,” she said, nodding towards her car. “Let's go somewhere more private.”
It worked. They drove off to the jeering of the older boys, who would have loved to run a train on that white-bread piece of ass. Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, but Woodrow was quiet. He seemed embarrassed.
“Hey. You okay?” Wendy put a hand on his, forcing him to look at her.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Wendy recognized his bruised ego. She'd dealt with many cases of bullying, and knew how devastating it could be on the victim. “Listen, Woody,” she said, “don't let those older boys bring you down. You got a white woman to suck you off, while all they could do was watch. And not just any white woman. I know how attractive I am. You scored a real MILF, you know? I'm married, and I still did what you wanted.”
Woodrow began to smile. “You liked my big-boy dick, didn't you?” he asked. “I been fuckin' girls long enough to know it's somethin' special.” He put his hand over his cock like the older boys did, showing off its size through his shorts.
Wendy grinned at him. “Yeah, it's a nice cock,” she assured him. “But you need to learn to hold your fire, you know? Do you blast off like that with all those girls?”


Woodrow again cast his eyes downward. “Yeah, I guess,” he said softly, his confidence once again broken. “I keep fuckin' them, tho, for as long as I can. That way my brothas don't know I busted so soon.”
They had arrived at her neighbor's house, not far from her own. “Come with me,” she told the boy, “we've got some practice to do.” As they got out of the car, she hoped her neighbor wouldn't look too closely at the boy. He wasn't tall, but maybe she could pass him off. When Frank answered the door, she quickly brushed by him, keeping Woodrow on her outside.
“I need to use the basement,” she said briskly. “I'll tell you more later, okay?”
He agreed, opened the door off the kitchen and turned on the light downstairs. “Just keep it quiet, Wendy,” he told her. “My show is on.” He glanced at the small figure of the boy, but shrugged and went back into the living room. 'That girl will fuck anything with a dick', he thought.
He was right, of course. Wendy's passion was for big dicks, though. Black or white, as long as they were young and had the stamina to fuck her as much as she needed. Besides being the youngest she'd ever had, this boy showed promise. She wanted to become his tutor; to show him how to rail her pussy until she was screaming in pleasure. He had the confidence, he just needed the right woman.


Under her tutelage, Woodrow fucked her three times, each time taking longer before 'getting his nut'. She showed him how to tease her mature pussy; how to rub it along her slippery crease until she was literally shaking with need, and how to then pace himself, as she had climax after climax under his onslaught. After two hours, she was exhausted, but she knew he could go for more. That was the beauty of young boys. She was even further addicted.
Suddenly, she looked at her watch. “Oh, shit!” she said, pulling herself up from the soiled mattress, “it's after 8:00! My husband will be worrying himself to death!” She checked her phone; she had two voicemails from him. She promptly deleted them, as she looked around for her blouse and bra.
Woodrow, now hard again, grabbed her arm. “Hey, chill, Miss Wendy,” he said. “You sayin' you gotta go, but lookin' at that pussy, I think it needs one more.” Her skirt was still rolled up around her waist, revealing a freshly fucked, bright pink pair of distended pussy lips as she tried to get off the bed. He yanked her down with surprising strength.
“No! Woodrow, I need to get you back, and get home,” she pleaded, but there was little conviction in her voice as she looked at his cock, bobbing before her. “I... my god! Don't you ever get soft?” Her voice was full of wonder, and husky at the same time. Her drooling pussy, full of this boy's cum, was wet again, betraying her words. “You should... Okay,” she finally said, “maybe one more time.” She relaxed back onto the bed as her young lover prepared to practice everything she'd taught him, once again.
“I'm gonna make you cum so hard you won't remember your husband's name,” he promised. He positioned himself between her lean tanned thighs, his face as black as coal as he laid it on her collarbone. Wendy wrapped her arms around him again and urged him to go slow, even though she was way late getting home. Having this underage boy dedicate his big cock to pleasing her was worth it! She tried to imagine what her excuse would be to her husband, but she was unable to focus on anything but Woodrow. He looked so cute, his angelic little face nuzzling her neck as his adult-sized cock split her pretty pink gash wide open.
“Now, remember,” she said, “it's not a sprint. It's a marathon.” She pulled her knees back, giving him easier access and taking some of the pressure off her clit. She'd cum so many times already, she was afraid she might pass out. As Woody's cock worked her inner folds in and out, she threw her head back and moaned loudly. She didn't see her neighbor, Frank, as he watched from the shadows. His hand was on his cock, slowly stroking it. 'Wendy is going to owe me for this one,' he thought.
The boy was grinding harder into Wendy, now. His balls, unimaginably full of seed, demanded release, but her lessons were working. Every time he felt the urge to cum, he adjusted his angle or slowed his strokes. As she climaxed gloriously once again, he took a deep, calming breath and felt her spasms around his cock. 'This time,' he thought, 'I'm gonna make her beg me to stop, but I ain't gonna let up until I prove to her that I'm a man! Then,' he told himself, 'I'm gonna have her come back to the hood, so I can show the guys'.



No more “one-minute wonder” for Woodrow Harrison, thanks to his lessons from this cock-hungry guidance counselor!



As he temporarily pulled his cock from her and slapped her labia with it, he smiled to himself, knowing he could fuck her for another hour before he had to cum. Wendy howled as he slammed himself back inside her, and climaxed again. Pinning her legs back with his arms, he once again plunged deeply in and out of her spasming pussy, enjoying her squeals of pleasure as he tortured her abused body.



It was going to be a long night for the sexy MILF.