“Well, are you learning anything?” Jamal asked between mouthfuls. His eyes cut to the stairs, and Elliott knew exactly what he was talking about.
“I… I guess,” Elliott replied sheepishly, not sure exactly what to say.
“You guess?”
Elliott decided to be straight with Jamal. He knew at this point that his bully was unlikely to hurt him. “I… I was kinda hoping you guys would have asked me in last night. You know… like… like you did the night before.”
Jamal nodded as he scooped the last spoonful into his mouth. He washed it down with couple of gulps of Red Bull before giving off a loud belch. Rubbing his stomach contently, he finally responded, “I get it, but yeah, well, there are just some nights where it’s gonna be like that. We’re just gonna want to fuck your mother on our own. She doesn’t seem to have a problem with that. Do you?”
Elliott hurriedly shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. That’s not what I-”
Jamal held up his hand, stopping Elliott in midsentence. “I get it, kid. You like what’s happening. You like seeing your mother unleash that inner slut that she’s been hiding away all these years.” He paused as Elliott started flushing, the truth about his mother being obvious to more than just him. “Fuck, man, if she was my mother I’d want to be in there every day too. Like I said, I get it. And don’t worry, I promised that you’d get your share. Do you trust me?”
For the past number of years, that was probably the last thing Elliott thought he’d ever hear come out of Jamal’s mouth. But now, things were definitely different. Totally fucked up, but different. “I… I do,” he said without having to think about it twice.
Jamal nodded. “Okay, we understand each other then. Now, I want to pass all my courses this year, so let’s get to that tutoring lesson. Right now, Mrs. Tremblay’s class is the only one I’m likely to get an A+ in, and I think she’s grading me purely on the way I fuck her.”
Elliott couldn’t help but laugh as a broad smile broke out over Jamal’s face. The boys pulled out their books and Elliott started today’s lesson. His eyes were drawn upstairs a few times as the creaking and thumping from above made it hard for him concentrate. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother Jamal one little bit. He got right into the lesson as the relentless noise of continuous fucking drifted down to them. After about 45 minutes, they reached a point where they both knew it was time to stop for the night.
“What do you think those two lily-white fuckers are doing to good old Mommy up there?” Jamal asked.
He looked raring to go, and Elliott wondered about the Red Bull coursing through his veins. Fuck, the black youth was a bottomless well of sexual energy to start with. If he was hopped up on Red Bull, Elliott wondered what kind of blissful fucking his mother was in for next. “I… uh… I don’t know,” Elliott responded, looking up the stairs enviously.
“Do you think she’s ready for some more black cock?” Jamal asked his question at the same time as he groped himself through his jeans, his hand circling the sizeable piece of meat beneath.
Elliott felt himself flushing as he enviously looked at Jamal’s hand squeezing that enormous slab. The black youth’s words made Elliott feel again as if Jamal could see right through him, could read his mind. It was as if the muscular boy knew what he’d done with those interracial Photoshopped pictures he’d created in the last couple of days. Elliott looked over at Jamal, wondering if he was that easy to read. Again, he decided to be truthful with Jamal. “I… think so.”
“You think what, exactly?” Jamal asked teasingly, his hand moving back and forth over the growing protrusion beneath his pants.
“I… I think she needs more black cock.”
“Yes, that’s what I like to hear.” Jamal smiled broadly, his pearly whites lighting up the room as he gave Elliott a knowing glance. “And I think you’re right. How about we go up and you can watch me put those white boys to shame?”
Shocked, Elliott remained in his seat and could only look at Jamal, his mouth hanging open as the black youth got up from the table.
“Well, c’mon then,” Jamal said as he reached over and grabbed Elliott’s shoulder, almost pulling him out of the chair. “Let’s go. You can watch me put every last inch of this black gun inside her. I’ve still got a lot of dumpin’ I want to do today.”
It wasn’t hard for Elliott to figure out what Jamal meant by that term, and he scurried behind as the bigger boy took the stairs two at a time. The closer he got to the door, the louder the creaking of the bed and the thumping of the headboard against the wall sounded. When they walked into his mother’s bedroom, the room already smelt like lurid sex. The illicit aura of cock, cunt, and cum hung in the air like smoke in an opium den, making Elliott feel dizzy with excitement.
“It’s about time, man,” Gunner said as he looked over at Jamal from his spot on the bed. “This asshole of hers seems even hotter than usual.”
Tanya was on her stomach in the middle of the bed, her legs spread far out towards the bottom corners. She was still wearing her little tennis shoes with the pompoms on the back of her socks. The cheerleader outfit still adorned her body, although the bottom hem at the back was pushed and bunched up over the curve of her round bum. Zeke was sitting back against the headboard, his legs spread wide as Tanya’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, her ‘fuck-handle’ ponytail swinging rhythmically back and forth. Gunner was straddling her from behind, with his knees on the outside of her thighs. He was leaning forward with the palms of his hands pressing against her shoulder blades. His thick young cock was inside her bumhole, his shaven midsection slapping noisily against her soft curvy bum with each vigorous thrust.
“Fuck, man, I feel like putting up sign,” Gunner said as he continued to punch his rigid prick into her savagely, the bed rocking with each powerful thrust. “Yeah, it would say, ‘ELLIOTT’S MOTHER’S ASSHOLE… OPEN FOR BUSINESS… ENJOY A COCK-SIZED HOLE… NO QUESTIONS ASKED… NO COMMITMENTS’.”
Jamal chuckled as he walked further into the room and started to strip off his pants. “I take it you guys like the cheerleader outfit.”
“Oh fuck, man, do we ever,” Zeke said as he worked the MILF’s mouth up and down on his cock. “She looks a million times better than any of those cheerleading bitches at school.”
“That’s what I thought when I told her to get that outfit,” Jamal said as he tossed his t-shirt and pants to the side. “What’s been goin’ on up here so far?”
“Zeke dumped a load into this ass of hers already while she sucked one out of me,” Gunner said, his hips flexing back and forth as he pounded his cock deep into Tanya’s steaming guts. “And then we switched just before you got up here.”
“Yeah, I told Gunner how hot that tight little hole of hers felt. You’ve got to get in there, Jamal. It’s something else.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Jamal said as he leisurely stroked his big black prick, the limber wand starting to stiffen and extend as he played with it. He walked around the bed and squirted some of the Astroglide onto his cock. Within seconds his sliding hand had the long ebony fuck-stick shining lewdly. “Hurry up, white boy. I think she’s ready for a man-sized cock, not that little cocktail wienie you’re sticking her with.”
“Fuck you, asshole. Just a second… I’m almost… almost… OH FUCKKKKK…” Gunner moaned as he slammed his cock balls-deep into Tanya’s upturned bum. He kept it buried inside her, bathing her insides with a big load of teenage cum. When he was finished and backed out of her, sticky gobs of milky spunk clung to his glistening cock. When he climbed right off, Elliott could see her flushed pink hole leaking, a slithering rivulet of semen running down over her pussy and onto the sheets.
“All right, time to make sure this little hole gets plugged properly,” Jamal said as he assumed the same position as Gunner, his big black body straddling hers, his knees on the outside of her thighs. He pressed down with his hand on the top of his cock and nestled the huge purple knob up against her pink starfish. With the shiny tip seeking entrance to that hot little hole, he pushed.
“UNGGHGG…” With her mouth full of Zeke’s cock, Tanya moaned deep in her throat as Jamal started to force his immense cock into her tight chute. The black boy was not to be denied. Like Gunner had done, from his spot on his knees, he leaned forward and put his hands on her shoulder blades. Settling into position, he flexed forward, driving his enormous black cock balls deep in her ass with one long, slow, merciless stroke.
“OMMMGGHHGG…” Tanya groaned like an animal, and then her body started to twitch and shake.
“See, all she needed was a real cock inside her to make her come,” Jamal said as the boys watched the 40-year woman buck and spasm through a cunt-wrenching orgasm.
Watching the sexy MILF come like a wild thing was all it took to send Zeke over the edge. With her lips and tongue continuing to pleasure his turgid dick, he came, spewing his load into her working mouth.
“OH FUCK! THAT’S IT, BABY DOLL. SWALLOW THAT CUM. TAKE THAT SHIT.” Just like the MILF sucking his cock, Zeke was shaking as well as he emptied himself into her mouth. She continued to suck avidly while her own orgasm slowly waned, trying to syphon as much milky cum out of him as she could.
“Get out of there,” Gunner said once Zeke was done. He waved his semi-hard dick towards Tanya’s face, traces of spunk still clinging to the glistening shaft. “I want her to clean this up for me.”