Making of a ***** - work in progress

[dellorio2003]

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?

 

[whtslut4blkcock48]

nice work, please continue

 

[kahuna69er]

Great Start

Certainly seems an interesting start. Please continue.

 

[jrunneril06]

REal nice start...please keep going.

 

[Robypuzo]

Very hot! please write more

 

[dellorio2003]

Part 1 - Annie's Revelation

The early morning sun streamed into the bedroom and Annie blinked in its glare. As she sat up, supporting herself on her elbows, her head began to throb. The dry, fuzzy taste in her mouth told her that she was dehydrated, but she wasn’t entirely sure why. Shielding her eyes from the light she turned over and tried to will her eyes to read her bedside clock. Slowly the green numbers came into focus, telling her that it was only 6:51. Annie decided that this was far too uncivil an hour to even think about getting up and sank back down into the inviting mattress, enjoying the bliss that only comes when you have a soft bed to lie in and nowhere else to be.
She tried to get her thoughts in order and make sense of the array of information that sat, woozily in her sleep addled head. She had been drinking. She was in [PLACE], in Jamaica. She could still taste some of the [cocktail] on her breathe. She was on holiday with Sarah, her best friend since they were both very, very young. They had gone out to a club with a lot of loud music, drinking and dancing. This explained why her head hurt so much. A flash of the memory of the ringing in her ears came back to her. Some men had insisted on buying her and Sarah so much to drink. She remembered leaving Sarah and going back to the apartment on her own, but she wasn’t sure why, or how she got there.
Annie looked down at herself under the duvet. Her left arm still had the lurid pink wristband from the club, with [name] written in funky capital letters. She was still wearing the

As Annie took stock of herself and last night, she became aware of the world outside her room. A dull thud, or banging noise was coming across the hall. At first, Annie wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she pricked her ears up. It was definitely there, a rhythmic, muted banging. She strained her ears and a shrill, but equally quiet, squeaking noise was added to the thumping. Gingerly, and with more than a little apprehension, Annie slowly pulled the bed sheets off and stepped up to the door.
Opening it a crack, she could hear the noise much more clearly. The banging and squeaking was the unmistakable noise of bedsprings bearing a considerable, moving weight. With the door opened, she could now hear voices, two of them. The first was deep and only made low, animalistic grunting noises. She didn’t recognize it. The second was much more high pitched and was also grunting – Sarah! And she was clearly having sex.
Another memory flooded to the forefront of Annie’s mind – at the club, Sarah had attracted the attention of a number of young, good looking black guys. It was not surprising, thought Annie. Sarah was cute, bubbly, had a good figure and carried herself well. She was always a popular girl at parties (and after them). Last night she had found herself the centre of attention for these men. Annie had just gone to the bathroom to freshen her makeup when she came back to find Sarah surrounded by the men. Neither Sarah nor the men had noticed Annie’s return and Annie had decided, in her own drunken logic, that it would be best if she left her friend to enjoy her new companions. She couldn’t remember if she had seen three or four of them, but she had thought that Sarah wouldn’t want her hanging around, bringing the crowd down. Looking back, Annie was shocked that she had left her friend in the club on her own.
Annie was snapped out of her thoughts as Sarah’s voice rose above the cadence or grunting and banging. “Ooooh, oooh yes!” Then, more sharp gasps. Not only was Sarah having sex, she was having very good sex from the sounds of it. Annie found herself conflicted; she didn’t want to intrude on her friend’s privacy by listening in, but a part of her really wanted to listen in. She found that, involuntarily, her nipples had started to stiffen and her own breathing had become more rapid.
Annie put her ear to the doorway as Sarah’s shouts became more frequent and much louder. “Oh yes, Oh yes! Fuck me Claude! Nearly the…OOOOOAHH!” As Sarah’s voice became an indistinct scream, the man (Annie guessed that it was the Claude that Sarah mentioned) also descended into a guttural groan. Annie’s mind painted a vivid picture – her friend, on her back, her legs splayed out, while one of the men from last night thrust repeatedly into her. She pictured Sarah’s large breasts bouncing across her chest with each motion from her lover. Her long, sun kissed hair would form a halo around her pretty face, contorted with ecstasy as she shouted encouragement to Claude.
The only thing that Sarah couldn’t picture was Claude; in her minds eye, he was an indistinct, featureless black man. The men last night had all been of above average height and in good physical condition, from the little that Sarah remembered of them. She didn’t get a good look at their faces so, in her mind, it was an anonymous man that pistoned in and out of Sarah, his firm buttocks poised above the bed before driving him back down, deep into her friend.
Without realizing it, Sarah found that her hand was now down her briefs, lazily caressing herself. She felt slightly ashamed at being so aroused at her friend’s early morning sex. Annie would often live her love life vicariously, following the ups and downs of Sarah and a string of suitors, but had never done so so literally as now. She slipped her hand past her recently groomed bush and slid two fingers into her wet vagina. Frustratingly, the sounds from Sarah’s room were subsiding, suggesting that Annie had just heard her friend’s noisy orgasm. The moaning had turned to panting, and heavy breathing.
Annie imagined Claude rolling off Sarah and holding her in his strong black arms. Maybe he would be nuzzling her in the back of her neck, or they would be sharing a long, passionate kiss. The scene playing out in Annie’s head was wonderfully erotic and served to heighten her own arousal. As she continued her stroke, the panting turned to voices.
“Oh, wow” (definitely Sarah, Annie decided) “It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like that.”
Claude must have said something, because Sarah laughed, but all that Annie heard was the deep, baritone rumble of his voice.
“Absolutely,” giggled Sarah, “I’m going for a shower now, but you can see what you can find for breakfast in the kitchen. I’ll bet a man like you must have worked up an appetite. Maybe you’ll find something else that you’d like to eat.”
With that, Annie heard the door to Sarah’s en suite bathroom open, followed by the spray of the shower starting up. Annie imagined Sarah, nude, under the water. It cascaded through her long blonde hair, turning it a dark gold, before running across her tanned shoulders and down her heavy breasts. While Annie was slender and athletically built, Sarah had a fuller figure, with wider hips and beautiful, full breasts.
Annie had long envied her friend’s generous chest, not just because it won much more attention with men. Next to Sarah’s womanly figure, Annie almost felt inadequate. When sunbathing, Annie would find it hard not to look at her friend’s boobs which, for all of their size, were still firm and pert, topped off with a cute set of nipples. Annie’s own breasts were perfectly formed and matched her figure, but she still felt jealous of Sarah and, sometimes, of the men who got to play with them.
Annie’s mind continued the journey down Sarah’s body in the shower, as the water flowed down her curved stomach and slid over her shaved vagina. While Annie kept her own pubic hair closely trimmed, Sarah made regular visits to a specialist who waxed the whole area for her, leaving her with a smooth and youthful vagina. Annie had considered getting the same treatments, but was scared of the pain. Sarah had tried to persuade her, but Annie’s fear outweighed the encouragement of her friend. In Annie’s head, her friend’s pussy was swollen and tender, still recovering from the energetic session (or was it sessions? Annie was a deep sleeper) with Claude.

 

[dellorio2003]

Part 1 continued

Annie snapped herself out of her reverie and thought practically. Claude and Sarah were up, and Claude would need breakfast. Sarah would be out of the shower in a few minutes, but who knew what Claude’s plan would be. Her first thought was to hide in her room until Claude had gone, but the sudden pangs of hunger told her that her own breakfast would have to be a priority. She threw a white shirt over her [sleeping tank top] and checked herself in the mirror. At least she had had the presence of mind last night to remove her makeup. A tired, but still pretty girl looked back at her in the mirror. She took the flyaway mass of her usually sleek dark hair and tied it back in a lazy ponytail, fastened with an old black [polygrip].
In the kitchen she poured herself a large glass of orange juice and sat at the breakfast bar, looking out onto the bay. The complex had an excellent view and the early morning sun, low in the sky, cast long shadows of the houses and trees. The sunlight dappled the sea, turning it into an endless twinkling carpet spread underneath a cloudless blue sky. Annie sat back in her chair and picked up a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it absent mindedly.
The first notice that she had that Claude had walked in to the kitchen was the [noise] of him opening the refrigerator door. With a start, she turned round, but could only see him from behind as he crouched down to look inside the fridge. Her heart skipped a beat. He was possibly the blackest person that she had ever seen. Although the soles of his big wide feet were slightly paler, his skin almost as dark as coal. His legs looked strong and powerful as he brought himself back to standing upright. As he did so, Annie took in the rest of his body, his firm, taut buttocks, his broad back and swimmer’s shoulders and the mass of tight braids that cascaded from his scalp. From the back, Annie was in awe of his body. He only improved when he turned around.
She would struggle to describe his face, but it had a firm, square chin underneath a wide, expressive mouth. His eyes were full of life and he flashed a warm and genuine smile at her. She followed his arm as he lifted a bottle of water to his lips and drank slowly. As he lowered it again, her eyes moved down his body, lingering over the expanse of his muscular chest. His stomach was a set of perfectly defined abs, and the sweat glistened of them in the early morning light. It was what was beneath the abs that would stay long in Annie’s memory.
His whole body, apart from his head, was hairless. Annie knew that some men shaved off their pubic hair to make their modestly endowed penis look longer, but she was certain that Claude did not need the help. Even in films, she didn’t think that she had seen one so long, thick and beautiful. She had certainly never gone out with a man who was so well hung. Annie estimated that it must be at least a foot long (Sarah later told her that it was “only” 10 inches) and was the same rich, dark color as the rest of him. The head of his cock flared out, angry, purple and vaguely threatening. Annie felt both intimidated by it and drawn to it.
“Mornin’!” He spoke in the same deep voice that she had heard coming from Sarah’s room, but instead of being gruff and fierce, it was warm and friendly. “You must be Annie. Sarah tol’ me a lot about you.” Annie felt her heart melt even further. She had not even seen this man before this morning, but now she found herself smitten. Butterflies filled her stomach as she smiled back at him. It was at this point that Annie realized that he had interrupted her during her breakfast and the banana was still poised on her lips, waiting to be eaten. In an attempt to be seductive, she pushed another inch of the fruit into her mouth before slowly closing her lips around it. Hurriedly she swallowed it and smiled back at Claude.
“Sorry, but you startled me,” she smiled as she ****** herself to take her eyes of his cock and make eye contact. She passed the banana to her left hand and extended her right to him. “Yes, I’m Annie. It’s good to meet you.”
He stepped over and took her hand in his. His handshake was energetic and friendly and as he pumped her arm, she couldn’t help but notice his cock bounce gently. She met his gaze and matched his smile, to not appear to be rude.
“I hope we didn’ wake you. Your frien’… she makes a lot of noise.”
“I’d make a lot of noise too, if I had something that big pumping in and out of me,” thought Annie, but his smile was too earnest to be boastful. “I wouldn’t worry about it”
His smile grew even wider, and Annie wasn’t sure how that was possible. “She said you be cool” and he leaned forward and slapped her on the back. She was so taken aback by his sudden move that she didn’t have time to move out of his way. As his cock slapped against her knee she felt the weight of it for the first time. “How can Sarah take something like that?” she wondered to herself. By now, Claude had turned and, cock swaying, was walking out of the kitchen and back to Sarah’s room.
“How’ my girl doin’?” he cheered as he walked in. Sarah was evidently out the shower. Annie imagined her, a towel wrapped around her, covering her breasts but creating an impressive tanned cleavage. The bedroom door swung closed and the rest of Claude’s speech was cut off. Annie could vaguely hear Sarah speak. “Only water? You didn’t find anything to eat?...Oh, you silly thing, no… Oh, you’re really ready to go again?... Oh, Claude… Mmmmmm”
Annie finished her banana, looked out onto the sea and tried not to listen to her friend making love to Claude.

 

[Kira12]

Well done Nice story