I've been tinkering with writing my own stuff. I have the skeleton for a few parts sketched out. I want to start with the end of the story, and then use the other sections to show how the characters arrived at that point. This is my first go at writing the first chapter (and therefore, the end) of my story.
Comments will gratefully be received
Prologue First Draft
By this point, Jane had lost count of the men who had dumped their load in her. There was Andrew at least, possibly twice, and Steele, and some other men that she hadn’t even met before. Jane had heard that some of the men were Shane’s friends from out of town, who had come through to visit especially for tonight. This gave her a special sort of thrill, that she was such an attraction for these men. After her husband had left her for a younger woman, Jane had felt unattractive and at 43, didn’t think much of her chances of finding another man. Now, two years later, there were men (young, attractive, and well hung men) who would travel for miles to fuck her.
In the months since Jane had met Andrew, her world had changed a lot. Even comparing pictures of her, the difference was remarkable. Gone was the dull perm that she had kept out of habit from since she married Mike, her High School romance, replaced with a straight, dyed red bob that flattered her face. She had started going to the gym and had swapped her midlife muffin top for a toned stomach. She had joined her daughter in getting a pubic wax, because Andrew said that he liked it that way. She definitely felt sexier. She had taken some of her money from the divorce settlement and spent it on new breasts, upgrading from a sagging B cup to a pert and fuller C. They sat perkily on her chest, glazed with the semen of two of Shane’s out of town friends. She had sucked them off, alternating between the two of them, while Andrew had fucked her from behind. Apparently the boys had had a bet on who would shoot last but Jane only cared that they did, and that they did it with her. Unofficially, she and Annie were in an competition over who notch up the most ejaculations that night, but it was difficult to make her feel that 2nd place was “losing”.
She lay back on the couch, catching her breath as another anonymous young stud pulled his spent cock from her messy cunt. A long strand of his jizz, mixed with her juices, hung on the end of it. Only now did she have the opportunity to sit back and take in his features. He was shorter than most of the other men here, standing at about 5’10. She herself was a clear 5’8 and, her latest playmate aside, every other man towered over her by at least a couple of inches. For Jane, however, it was not those inches that counted.
He was not as physically imposing as some of the other men. He was not the sculpted Adonis that was Jared, or had the sheer bulk of one of the men that she had sucked off in competition. He was athletic, but more slightly built. His frame suggested speed rather than power. He was certainly toned and was not carrying any excess weight. Both of his arms and his chest were covered with tattoos of various quotations in ornate script, tribal swirls and jagged patterns. She strained to read them, but the dark ink against his black skin made it especially difficult. Across his chest she could at least make out the word “Gunner”.
“What does that mean, on your chest, that “Gunner”?” She still felt a little light headed after the intense fuck that they had shared.
“Gunner? That’s my nickname from basketball. It’s because I can shoot from anywhere and I always score” He smirked. She found his bravado endearing.
“Oh, you play basketball. Aren’t you a little short for that?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining I was too short about a minute ago. And I might be “a little short” but I’m fast and I’ve got the moves” (she could hardly deny the second one, though he felt the need to duck a shoulder to demonstrate.) “It’s nothing serious. I just play a little bit in the evenings at school, nothing serious”
“At school? You mean you’re in college! Oh my, you’re so young!”
“College?” he laughed “not exactly. High school, senior year” He smiled even more as the look of shock on her face grew. “Yep, lady. You just got fucked by a 18 year old kid. You’re old enough to be my mom! How’d that feel?” Even now, she was turned on by his arrogance.
“It feels… it feels like if I knew that it felt like that, I’d have been doing it a lot sooner, Gunner.”
“Damn, you one freaky chick,” he said, swaggering back, looking at the well fucked woman underneath him. For the last half hour, he had screwed her in all of the positions that she knew and a few that were new to her. She had known nothing about him, but had happily invited him into her home, and then into her pussy. Even speaking to this young man would have been unthinkable to her even a few months ago.
As she looked up at him, he saw that she had exhausted her capacity for conversation. Her eyes were transfixed on his glistening black cock. He noticed her gaze and followed it. “You still want some more of this? Damn, you even nastier than I thought. How about you clean this shit off me, then I’ll get myself a beer. Maybe after that, I’ll nail that slut daughter of yours too. Make it a double header for the night.” He laughed, but his was no idle boast. Jane’s daughter really was a slut, even more so than Jane was, and it was almost a certainty that she would agree to another casual fuck from a young black stud that she hardly knew.
Jane looked past Gunner, who was now stepping towards her, brandishing his cock. At the other end of the room, on her hands and knees on the floor, was her 22 year old daughter, Annie. Her long, platinum blonde hair hung lankly over her shoulders as she ****** her thick cock of Steele, her boyfriend, down her gullet. Jane knew from experience that this was no mean feat and was impressed that her daughter was able to deep throat such a large dick. Behind Annie another one of Steele’s friends was thrusting powerfully into her, holding on to her hips for better leverage. He leaned forward, into her back, and with his right hand cupped her generous right breast, teasing the nipple between his two fingers. With his left hand, he caressed her pregnant belly. “Maybe one of those two is the father of Annie’s baby,” thought Jane. “Or maybe Gunner. Or maybe it’s any of the men who came in me tonight.”
Yes, thought Jane, her daughter was a slut. She was a slut for black cock, just like her mom. Jane couldn’t have imagined such a scene even a year ago and was sure that Annie couldn’t either. Gunner stepped up to her face and draped his cock over her lips. Eagerly, she lapped at it, swirling her tongue over the head before taking it into her mouth. Jane closed her eyes, savouring the taste and the heady mix of sweat, pussy juice and semen. A hand brushed her thigh as another man announced to the room “Anybody fucking this slut, or can I get a shot on her?” Before she could take Gunner’s dong out of her mouth to answer she felt a new thick black cock slide into her messy pussy. She readied herself for another round in what was now the biggest all black gang bang that she’d been in.
Yes, I’m a slut, Jane decided. A black cock slut. And isn’t it fucking great?
Comments will gratefully be received
Prologue First Draft
By this point, Jane had lost count of the men who had dumped their load in her. There was Andrew at least, possibly twice, and Steele, and some other men that she hadn’t even met before. Jane had heard that some of the men were Shane’s friends from out of town, who had come through to visit especially for tonight. This gave her a special sort of thrill, that she was such an attraction for these men. After her husband had left her for a younger woman, Jane had felt unattractive and at 43, didn’t think much of her chances of finding another man. Now, two years later, there were men (young, attractive, and well hung men) who would travel for miles to fuck her.
In the months since Jane had met Andrew, her world had changed a lot. Even comparing pictures of her, the difference was remarkable. Gone was the dull perm that she had kept out of habit from since she married Mike, her High School romance, replaced with a straight, dyed red bob that flattered her face. She had started going to the gym and had swapped her midlife muffin top for a toned stomach. She had joined her daughter in getting a pubic wax, because Andrew said that he liked it that way. She definitely felt sexier. She had taken some of her money from the divorce settlement and spent it on new breasts, upgrading from a sagging B cup to a pert and fuller C. They sat perkily on her chest, glazed with the semen of two of Shane’s out of town friends. She had sucked them off, alternating between the two of them, while Andrew had fucked her from behind. Apparently the boys had had a bet on who would shoot last but Jane only cared that they did, and that they did it with her. Unofficially, she and Annie were in an competition over who notch up the most ejaculations that night, but it was difficult to make her feel that 2nd place was “losing”.
She lay back on the couch, catching her breath as another anonymous young stud pulled his spent cock from her messy cunt. A long strand of his jizz, mixed with her juices, hung on the end of it. Only now did she have the opportunity to sit back and take in his features. He was shorter than most of the other men here, standing at about 5’10. She herself was a clear 5’8 and, her latest playmate aside, every other man towered over her by at least a couple of inches. For Jane, however, it was not those inches that counted.
He was not as physically imposing as some of the other men. He was not the sculpted Adonis that was Jared, or had the sheer bulk of one of the men that she had sucked off in competition. He was athletic, but more slightly built. His frame suggested speed rather than power. He was certainly toned and was not carrying any excess weight. Both of his arms and his chest were covered with tattoos of various quotations in ornate script, tribal swirls and jagged patterns. She strained to read them, but the dark ink against his black skin made it especially difficult. Across his chest she could at least make out the word “Gunner”.
“What does that mean, on your chest, that “Gunner”?” She still felt a little light headed after the intense fuck that they had shared.
“Gunner? That’s my nickname from basketball. It’s because I can shoot from anywhere and I always score” He smirked. She found his bravado endearing.
“Oh, you play basketball. Aren’t you a little short for that?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining I was too short about a minute ago. And I might be “a little short” but I’m fast and I’ve got the moves” (she could hardly deny the second one, though he felt the need to duck a shoulder to demonstrate.) “It’s nothing serious. I just play a little bit in the evenings at school, nothing serious”
“At school? You mean you’re in college! Oh my, you’re so young!”
“College?” he laughed “not exactly. High school, senior year” He smiled even more as the look of shock on her face grew. “Yep, lady. You just got fucked by a 18 year old kid. You’re old enough to be my mom! How’d that feel?” Even now, she was turned on by his arrogance.
“It feels… it feels like if I knew that it felt like that, I’d have been doing it a lot sooner, Gunner.”
“Damn, you one freaky chick,” he said, swaggering back, looking at the well fucked woman underneath him. For the last half hour, he had screwed her in all of the positions that she knew and a few that were new to her. She had known nothing about him, but had happily invited him into her home, and then into her pussy. Even speaking to this young man would have been unthinkable to her even a few months ago.
As she looked up at him, he saw that she had exhausted her capacity for conversation. Her eyes were transfixed on his glistening black cock. He noticed her gaze and followed it. “You still want some more of this? Damn, you even nastier than I thought. How about you clean this shit off me, then I’ll get myself a beer. Maybe after that, I’ll nail that slut daughter of yours too. Make it a double header for the night.” He laughed, but his was no idle boast. Jane’s daughter really was a slut, even more so than Jane was, and it was almost a certainty that she would agree to another casual fuck from a young black stud that she hardly knew.
Jane looked past Gunner, who was now stepping towards her, brandishing his cock. At the other end of the room, on her hands and knees on the floor, was her 22 year old daughter, Annie. Her long, platinum blonde hair hung lankly over her shoulders as she ****** her thick cock of Steele, her boyfriend, down her gullet. Jane knew from experience that this was no mean feat and was impressed that her daughter was able to deep throat such a large dick. Behind Annie another one of Steele’s friends was thrusting powerfully into her, holding on to her hips for better leverage. He leaned forward, into her back, and with his right hand cupped her generous right breast, teasing the nipple between his two fingers. With his left hand, he caressed her pregnant belly. “Maybe one of those two is the father of Annie’s baby,” thought Jane. “Or maybe Gunner. Or maybe it’s any of the men who came in me tonight.”
Yes, thought Jane, her daughter was a slut. She was a slut for black cock, just like her mom. Jane couldn’t have imagined such a scene even a year ago and was sure that Annie couldn’t either. Gunner stepped up to her face and draped his cock over her lips. Eagerly, she lapped at it, swirling her tongue over the head before taking it into her mouth. Jane closed her eyes, savouring the taste and the heady mix of sweat, pussy juice and semen. A hand brushed her thigh as another man announced to the room “Anybody fucking this slut, or can I get a shot on her?” Before she could take Gunner’s dong out of her mouth to answer she felt a new thick black cock slide into her messy pussy. She readied herself for another round in what was now the biggest all black gang bang that she’d been in.
Yes, I’m a slut, Jane decided. A black cock slut. And isn’t it fucking great?