Bisexual Trickster's Adventure

The situations I get into simply continue to boggle the mind. Sometimes, I think I might be a magnet for trouble. Right now, I'm visiting my friend Robert Jean-Pierre's fine-looking, busty and big-booty mother Ashley. And man is she making my visit enjoyable! She once told me that she liked tall, burly brothers like myself but I never knew how much. Today I find out for sure. I'm leaning against the wall of her bathroom, my pants on my ankles. Ashley is busy eagerly sucking my cock and licking my balls. I sigh. What a way to start a Saturday morning in the City of Champions! As Ashley sucks my balls and fondles my cock, I try not to think about the messed-up week I've had. My ex-boyfriend Lewis robbed my place. The mother fucker broke in through the window and got into a fight with the landlord who was snooping around my apartment at the time. I was at school. When I came home, I quickly figured it all out. The police harassed me even though I was the victim in this case. Fucking Brockton Police Department! They all hate the brothers! And I've got to pay rent in three days or wind up homeless. Isn't life great?

I came by Robert's house because I thought he might be able to help me. He's always been quite generous. A big and tall black guy I've known since our days at Brockton Community High School. We both play football for Brockton State College, which unfortunately doesn't offer any athletic scholarships. Which explains why I've had to do certain unfortunate things in the name of making a few bucks. Speaking of which, if Robert walked in on me and his mother, he wouldn't give me a few bucks. But he might give me a few bullets. He's my buddy so I know he's packing heat. A silver revolver. Old but still deadly. I've seen him spin it around to impress some big-booty Spanish chicks at a house party we both went to on the South Side.

As Ashley began flicking her tongue over my eight inches of thick, uncut black dick, I felt a rush deep within my loins. Oh, shit. I knew I was about to cum. Ashley sensed it even before I did. This foxy black mama has sucked her share of cocks in her day. When I came, she eagerly drank all of my cum. Including the drops that hit her in the face. Lots of females don't like it when a brother shoots his load all over their faces. Lots of guys don't like it when you do that either. Lewis let me do it because he was a freak. Man, Lewis and I had some good times together. He's a six-foot, light-skinned, sharp-featured brother with long black hair braided into neat cornrows. He's originally from Malden but moved to Brockton for college. I made him for a queer the moment I laid eyes on him. He looked real good when we first met, sporting a red and gold Brockton State College men's basketball uniform. We had a lot of fun together on the down low.

As Kayseri Escort Ashley finished licking me down, I gave her a hand up. We kissed, then she led me into the bedroom. We got down and dirty. Our clothes quickly came off. She climbed on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto me. I pushed my cock into her pussy and began pumping it into her. She wrapped her arms around me and urged me to go harder and faster. I did. It had been a while since I'd gotten laid, so I made sure I got mine, as they say in the hood. Ashley was a wild woman. The stuff that came out of this woman's mouth while we fucked would have shamed a New York City cab driver. I couldn't believe my best friend's church-going mother was saying stuff like that. Shoot, I didn't mind. Whatever floats her boat, you know? We tried different positions. I put her on all fours and took her from behind. I drilled my cock into her pussy in that position. I must say I liked it like that. Watching the sexy older black woman's big booty shake under the force of my thrusts. We both enjoyed ourselves. Afterwards, we lay on the bed, recuperating.

I know my timing was bad but I couldn't help but think about Lewis at the moment. I guess I miss my thieving ex-boyfriend more than I care to admit, folks. Yes, my guy had sticky fingers but he definitely knew how to make this brother's toes curl. I remember the first time we hooked up. It was after a football game. The Brockton State College varsity football team had its ass kicked by Worcester State College. We lost. Badly. It's times like these that I wished I'd gone to a better school like Boston College or something. They got a good football team and they actually give athletic scholarships. Instead I was stuck playing on a losing football team for a rinky-dink school in the middle of frigging nowhere. Not what I had in mind after high school, folks. These were supposed to be my glory days.

After the game, I walked all over town. It started to rain, which made matters worse. I felt like shit. That's when this good-looking brother driving a bright red convertible ( with the top down) pulled up and asked me to get in. I hesitated. Did I know this cat? It ain't a good idea to get into the car of someone you don't know. It can lead to an early grave in my town. I took a closer look at the driver and realized that I knew this guy. Lewis Dodson, a dude from the men's basketball team. I'd seen him on campus with Lydia, some white chick he was supposedly dating. Yeah, he seemed cool. I got in. I thanked him for offering me a ride. In Brockton, folks who see you walking under the rain while they're driving don't offer to help you. Not usually. Most of them would rather mock you. Glad to see Lewis wasn't like that.

The two of us just drove silently Kayseri Escort Bayan for a minute. Then, out of the blue, the guy began asking me twenty questions. He asked me whether I had a girlfriend. I shook my head. He grinned and told me that a fine-looking brother like me needed someone in his life. I smiled. The last chick I dated was Shaniqua Brown, from the Brockton State College women's basketball team. She was something else, folks. Six feet tall, dark-skinned, thick but in a good way, with fine-ass tits, and the big ghetto booty from hell. We had a lot of fun together. Unfortunately, this gal just couldn't stay with one man. Hell, she couldn't stay with one person, period. I found out through my friends that she cheated on me mad times. She hooked up with a biracial dude named Kyle Archer, of the wrestling team. She also got down with Jane Weiss, a tall white chick from the women's volleyball team. And if that wasn't all, Jake Aston from the men's track