Chapter 5

Even as I sliced deeper into the Jenkins’ chilly pool, my mind continued to spin. After the night in the woods, fulfilling his wife’s simple “rape,” there I was. Weeks later. Coach had invited me. To be with his wife. Again, to perform before their cameras. A different fantasy?

Because I may not have been a genius, but it had changed. And, well, whose fantasy was I even fulfilling? Whenever she’d looked at me, the gleam in Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes had flared. And not with fake fear. Then there was Coach’s looks as she gave herself to me. Yeah, like one of those science class experiments that went awry, several things were morphing.

Once I surfaced in the late afternoon sunshine, I shook the water from my ears. Just stepping from the camera and tugging up his shorts, Coach peeked at me. That unusual expression had returned. Eyebrows raised and head cocked. Also, despite a tremor in his lower jaw, he only glanced at his wife before again looking towards me.

As I paddled in the dappled shadows thrown by the surrounding trees, the water chilled my frame. Was I supposed to stay? Go home? With only a quick clench of his fists, he remained silent. My brain tumbled with those and a million other questions until I glimpsed his wife.

“Holy...” As my voice became a hissing exhale, my heart hammered, and my limbs froze in mid-sweep.

In a sunlit spot on the patio, Mrs. Jenkins, my cum dripping from her chin to slide over her heaving boobs, still sat on the side of the lounger where I’d left her. Bound behind her by the twisted bikini top, her arms were motionless. With her eyes on me, her glistening tongue tugged long elastic strands of thick pearlescence into her gleaming lips.

After dropping to suck chilled water into my mouth, I let it flow over my chin as my pulse hammered in my ears. Once he’d checked the camcorder, Coach moved to her side. She quivered at his touch when he bent to untie her trembling wrists.

As I paddled once more, she spoke to him. When he jerked and shot me a ... Well, it wasn’t quite a glare. More of a forceful stare. Whatever it was, I froze once more before looking for my shorts. Yep, it was time for me to leave. At Coach’s slow shaking head, I started to nod while shoving from the bottom.

However, I’d taken only one sweeping stroke before halting again in the middle of the pool. Just as a gentle breeze sent ripples across its surface, Mrs. Jenkins gripped her husband’s wrist. After a brief glance at me, she tugged him down to speak into his ear. As his eyes widened, his glossy cracked lips sucked inwards. After a swift nod, he added another, much slower one.

Once she’d released him, Mrs. Jenkins wobbled to her feet. When she turned from Coach, my heart raced. Oh, and chilly water or not, my cock once again surged. Ah, the joy of youth. While striding for the pool, she eased her bottoms away and kicked them to one side. Behind her, Coach stood with arms hanging loose from sagging shoulders. Although that weird expression was back, his face was paler and something else floated behind his narrowed eyes. Resignation?

Without breaking stride, Mrs. Jenkins launched herself into the pool like a glimmering shapely dart before gliding underwater towards me. As she approached, her ponytail became a glistening blonde fan. After leaning my back against the far side, I planked up just as she surfaced between my outstretched legs. Filled with hunger, her gleaming emerald pools glanced beneath the surface at my rising mast before roaming along my chest to gaze deep into my eyes.

“What do you want...?” Again, what to call her?

The cameras were off. Beyond the tripods, in the shade of their home, her husband sat in a chair. As it shook in his trembling fist, the water in his glass shimmered. What roles were we playing? Before I could form another word, air hissed from my lips at the warmth of her fingers wrapping around my shaft. Her eyes blazed.

No role at all. Not this time.

“Mmm. That feels good. You’ve got a serious big black cock addiction, don’t you—Cindy?” I whispered so her husband and any still active audio gear couldn’t hear.

“Mmm, hmm,” slipped from her as both fists glided upwards along my engorging shaft.

“Oh, that’s nice.” I gulped. “Did you dream of me, my little white—slut?”

“Yes.” She nodded, then added in a forceful tone. “Hiram, you don’t know. God. Every damned night since ... Since the woods. I’ve never ... Feelings like this. Not ever.”

Okay, at that point, the pool sorta shifted. Well, everything shifted. After a quick glance at Coach, I stopped her stroking hands. With a flash of anxiety, her eyes widened. Confirmed. We were no longer playacting. Now, I know what you’re thinking. For a fleeting second, I thought the very same thing. If we weren’t playing roles, what the hell were we doing? Followed swiftly by an image. Me, swinging from a tree.

But Mrs. Jenkins was gorgeous, naked, and had her hands tight to my cock. So, yeah, she definitely wouldn’t be playing any role. And me? I’d be...? Well, as her digits tightened, I’d be whomever she wanted me to be.

“I dreamed of you as well.” Even as my heart restarted, I swept the back of my other hand along her warm cheek. My dark fingers smeared the dried cum streaks through rivulets of water. “And do you know what you were doing, Cindy?”

With a gulp, she tried to free her hands just as a massive surge swelled my shaft beneath her gripping palms. At my large fingers stroking her wrists, her body swayed closer. That ravenous look in her eyes redoubled. What, she hadn’t thought I’d fantasized about her?

“No,” she murmured.

“You. Mrs. Cindy Jenkins. Were my personal little white slut. And you did every single nasty thing I asked of you.”

With each slow, enunciated word, her white-streaked jaw fell further until it hung, quaking as her entire body shuddered. Even her hands stopped tugging from me, though her petite digits spasmed along my still filling pole. When her gaze dropped, I released her hands. In a flash, they stroked me, pulling a groan from my lips. After my hands skimmed her ribs, I drove them upwards along her sleek skin to her tits. At their forceful squeezing of her firm globes, a long moan ripped from her.

“Oh, Hiram. I—I’d do that...” Her voice was low, and she stopped to glance at her husband before returning to me. “I would. For you.”

“Do what?” A smile slipped onto my face. Role or not, this was surreal, and I was going to enjoy every second until Coach dashed over to separate us.

“Mmm. Oh. Mmm. Anything,” hissed from her clenched teeth as my fingertips rolled her throbbing hot stems. When I tugged on them, pulling her tits upwards, she blurted between hitching breaths. “Every. Single. Thing.”

“Uh, huh? You want your big black nigger cock that badly, Cindy?” As I spoke, she gasped for air. Unable to speak, her chin bobbed. With a sigh, I released her reddened tits, leaving them to bounce while the smile faded from my face. “Beg.”

As her hands twisted, Cindy looked down at my hard shaft before glancing at Coach. Yep, this was a whole new game. And at that point, I’d know idea how to play. But one look into her bottomless, blazing emerald pools and I was willing to learn.

“Oh, please, Hiram ... Oh. Mmm. I want you to ... P—please, uh, fuck me with...” She sank her shiny teeth into her lower lip, still glistening and streaked with dried cum trails. After a giggle, she added in a tiny voice. “With that big black nigger cock of yours.”

“Nope.” At my one word, her fist tightened, pulling air from my hissing mouth, and her eyes narrowed. When I arched upwards, half my shaft broached above the surface. “You’re gonna be the one fucking me, slut.”

As Cindy bit deeper into her lip, she peeked again at her husband sitting in the shade before returning to me. For a brief second, her entire frame tensed, but after a slow sigh, she lifted a sleek leg over me. With one hand splayed on my chest for balance, she floated higher to straddle me. As her eyes flicked downwards, she lifted.

For a second, time, space and everything simply halted. Though I was chilled by the pool, the late evening sun warmed my shoulders. Pulse after slowing pulse of hot air fled her shaking lips to sear my chest. As her shaky fingers shifted my rod, pulsating beneath her, Cindy’s brilliant green pools blazed. At the warm spatter of her juices on my aching dark purple bulb, air hissed from my pursed lips.

And still she hovered with her thighs twitching alongside mine.

Had I gone too far? No cameras. No script. She didn’t need to...

“You don’t have—” my words died in a growl when she dropped, the silken warmth of her outer folds slurping around my piercing knob.

At the punch of my swollen bulb into her tight inner hole, her eyes widened, and breath hitched. As she twisted in midair, the nails of her hand clawed at my chest.

With an endless groan broken only by rapid puffing breaths, she sank further, taking me into her.

“Mmm, hmm. Oh, I’ve missed you. Oh, that’s it—baby.” Yes, I’d called her baby. “Mmm. So tight. Take it all. You know you can, right?”

Still huffing and uttering the cutest hitching groans, she nodded while falling further. Inside her silken tunnel, my cock was stretching her in every direction. Once pierced enough, she slapped her other hand onto my chest, its nails also scratching at my skin. For a brief second, she swayed, half-impaled, staring at the rest of my pulsating ebon shaft, waiting to enter her.

“Oh, God. Mmm. Mmm. I—I, uh, don’t know...” Her voice was breathless as she added a slight twist of her slender hips, wedging herself further onto me. “Oh, fuck. Mmm. Jesus, it’s so damned big, Hiram. Oh. Oh. I just don’t...”

As a moan tore from her, her insides fluttered around me, and she again worked her way downward. With my widespread hands on her ribs, she again gazed at where we were joined. Shimmering in the pool beneath her, my thick, pulsating ebon rod was expanding her flushed, glistening folds—wide.

“Oh. Mmm. I—It’s ... It’s, oh, so amazing, Hiram.” When she lifted her gleaming jade eyes to mine, they were ablaze. Just as a puff of warm air sent blonde tresses across her face, she flicked her tongue over her parted, trembling lips. “Y—you ... You’re amazing.”

Before I could reply, she tensed and thrust herself downwards, taking the last of me into her pulsing, slippery core.

“Amazing! Oh my fucking God! Jesus. That’s so fucking huge. S—so ... Mmm. Mmm. So alive.” As her pelvis rolled, her nails clawed at my chest. “Oh. Oh, God. I—I can feel your heartbeat inside me, Hiram. Oh, God. I’ve never ... Not like this.”

As my heart thumped like a bass drum, all I could do was swallow. No script. Not anymore. I didn’t have a line to speak. No role to play. While she rose and fell, I remained motionless beneath her. Mesmerized. With my brain melting, I was unable to do more than huff as the stunning vision that was Mrs. Cindy Jenkins rode me.

With each slow stroke, her nails clawed at me. More warm late afternoon breezes sent her drying hair wafting around her gleaming frame. Oh, yeah. By then, time was also moving once again. Trees were rustling. And somewhere in the distance, a train whistle blew. Birds continued to dive and wheel overhead in the cloudless sky.

Yet, despite all that, my focus is on only one thing—Cindy—rising and falling. Waves slipped away from her to lap at the sides of the pool. With every gentle motion, we both tensed a little tighter.

“Mmm. Oh, I really like this, Hiram,” she said in an airy but louder voice. At Coach’s gasp, I assumed he’d overheard. “This ... This is what I dreamed.”

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