The Arrangement
Copyright© 2020 by Beaverhunt
Chapter 8
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Two friends, a white Jew and a Black Christian, have forged a friendship despite racial attacks growing up. At 16, with both fathers away for long periods of time, a life-changing event happens that sends all on a sexual journey of illicit activities as one finds out about his best friend and best friend's Mom. Can they maintain their friendship while getting closer than either thought? By the author of The Awakening, Getting Caught, Changing Dynamics, Blackmailed Mom, My Desires and others.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Humiliation Rough Group Sex Interracial Anal Sex Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex
Aaron
My breathing is ragged as I try to recover from my most amazing experience I’ve ever had. It isn’t easy, but I manage to keep from falling onto her as I open my eyes and see an amazing sight before me. White presses out of the pink hole that remains partly open and travels down her mocha flesh.
Her dark asshole calls my eyes and I love the way it looks against her flesh almost as much as her cum filled hole. Marius’ heavy breathing can be heard over mine and I don’t need to look up to know he’s finished. My hands reach out to explore her round cheeks and enjoy the heat emanating from her body.
I look up to see Marius grinning at me as sweat drips down his face and know mine must look much the same, since I can feel it dripping off my nose a little. The scent isn’t that of a boys locker room, which is the best way to describe his room. This is something far more pleasant to inhale and I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything quite like this in my life. My lips press up at the corners as I take deep breaths to recover from an amazing experience.
We remain like that for several minutes and she sighs at the way my hands caress her round cheeks. I love how soft and warm they feel in my hand as my eyes take in her beauty. It seems we’re all content to stay just like this and I have no interest in rushing from my view of contrasting colors.
Mom’s voice calls out with that motherly tone of hers. “I hate to do this, but I need you to move, Aaron.”
My hands reluctantly pull away from her cheeks as the view of pink and black are lost to me. I get up and sit on the edge of the comfortable mattress with the desire of feeling of her flesh against mine, since I miss the sensation already. My eyes watch as she turns her body over and take in the view of her hard nipples.
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