Women Who Love Black Meat (4 page)

Maeve admitted that she killed Pete with the rat poison. She mixed it in with the coffee that she knew only Pete drank, earlier the day of the engagement party; she was the one who setup for the caterers as Veronica got ready that night. Maeve knew the rat poison was there, as Veronica told her about the rat problem. She had checked where Veronica kept it, on previous visits to Veronica’s house.

Maeve oversaw things to ensure the caterers served only their own fresh coffee, not Pete’s. She knew that Pete would be the only one having his own “special” one. During the interrogation, Eric was shocked to find that Maeve loved Pete and wanted him for herself. Instead he paid no attention to her and had eyes for only Veronica. She didn’t know what happened with Lauren that night, since Lauren’s words weren’t coherent during the fuss at the party, Eric realized. Veronica never bothered explaining it afterwards to anyone; since Pete was dead it was irrelevant what Lauren said.

Maeve hated Veronica for being more popular and for having to be the one to take care of her sister. If Maeve wasn’t going to have Pete, neither would Veronica have her happy ending. Maeve realized she would rather see Pete dead than having to watch the two of them together. Their engagement was the last straw. Pete had to die. She knew Veronica would be the one blamed since it would be her coffee and rat poison; that only added motivation.

Maeve took out the love letters from the bedroom when she was able to get into the premises, after the police cleared the area. Veronica wanted Maeve to have a key, in case it was needed for her to get things for Veronica. Maeve eliminated Veronica’s name and inserted her own on those letters since it was Maeve, Pete SHOULD have loved, not Veronica, Maeve justified. Maeve was simply righting a wrong.

Eric left. Maeve died shortly thereafter in the hospital, fatally wounded by someone who robbed her of her life just as she did to Pete’s and hoped to do to Veronica’s.

Luckily after hearing what Jack told him, prior to leaving for the hospital, Eric had the foresight to bring with a recorder. He taped Maeve’s interrogation which he didn’t know ahead would be her confession. He brought this information to the powers-that-be. With Maeve’s recorded admission of guilt, along with the test results proving the love letters were indeed tampered with, Veronica was exonerated. She was to be released from prison effective immediately.

It would take Veronica a long time to get past her sister’s death and even more so the realization that she never really knew Maeve. Veronica said a quick goodbye to some of the inmates, got her stuff, and joined Eric at the entrance to the prison. They walked outside and after breathing in the clear crisp air as a free woman, they got into Eric’s car. Mr. and Mrs. Eric Marco drove home.

THE SURPRISE

Frank and I had toyed around with the idea of me being fucked by other men while he watched but I never took it seriously. He teased me about my favorite fantasy. I imagined having a well-hung black man fuck my white pussy, until his dark prick released a huge load of cum deep within my cunt. The piece de resistance in my sexual scenario involved Frank. He would be holding my hand and watching intently throughout the encounter.

Frank would shout out “Fuck my wife harder,” or “Empty your big black balls into my wife’s hole” or other such words enthusiastically. His encouraging words and knowing he was watching every thrust, intensified the experience. After the monster cock was done and his sperm running down my legs, it was Frank’s job to lick me clean. That was the thought that I most often masturbated to. My eyes closed and legs spread, I lay down on my bed, picturing Frank’s tongue expertly and thoroughly savoring the mixed juices that me and my lover’s night of passion produced. Despite the fact that a variation of this was repeated in my head so often, each time it resulted in a mind-blowing climax that rivaled the first time.

Frank and I had been married 5 years and he was very secure in the knowledge that nothing could break us up. The only thing that would have made us closer would have been having kids but unfortunately that wasn’t meant to be. After several years of trying to get pregnant, I went to a doctor. When he gave me the bad news that I would never conceive, Frank was very supportive.

Sunday mornings were always spent leisurely in bed, getting up only when we needed to eat or go to the washroom. That’s why I was so surprised when I awoke on a lazy Sunday morning and Frank was nowhere to be found. “Frank, where are you?” I shouted repeatedly and searched the house. He wasn’t home. I wondered where he was and decided to try him on his cell phone. Sure enough, he answered.

“I’ll be home shortly, honey,” he replied. “I have a big surprise for you.” Frank knew how much I loved surprises. Once he had shocked me by buying plane tickets to New York. We spent a few days going to Broadway shows and then back to our hotel room for a night of pleasure. On another occasion, he bought me a day of pampering at Queen’s Spa, capped by a night out on the town. I wondered what he had in store for me today.

I didn’t have long to wait. I heard Frank’s car pull into the garage. I opened the door in my birthday suit, eager to see what he had in mind. “What’s my…?” I stopped mid sentence when I saw that my husband wasn’t alone. I went to reach for something, anything, to cover my naked body.

“That’s ok darling, it’s not necessary,” Frank said. “Glenn, I’d like you to meet my beautiful wife, Linda.” Glenn’s eyes scanned my body and he was obviously pleased. My long thick red hair, large tits and long sleek legs were all he could see. I knew my round ass wouldn’t disappoint him either, when he would get to see it. It was made for anal.

Glenn smiled and extended his hand to me. When I shook it, I could feel its firmness. Glenn was my dream man come to life. Black, handsome, shaved head, medium build and ... the rest I would get to know soon, real soon.

“Give us a minute, Glenn. Have a seat,” Frank said to my paramour-to-be. We went to the kitchen and Frank told me, “I hope you won’t get upset but I decided to find someone on the internet for you to have fun with. I interviewed several men and chose him. Glenn is 25 and is drug and disease free. I made sure he’s clean before bringing him here. Better safe than sorry.” I let Frank know that I was pleased with his choice. We walked back out to our guest.

“Linda, why don’t you and Glenn get better acquainted on the couch? I’ll sit here.” Frank sat on the chair across from the loveseat. A younger guy, hell why not, I deserve it, I thought to myself. I may be 42 but I’m in good shape. “Glenn’s studying to be a lawyer and you know the cost of education these days. He does this for fun and to make extra cash,” Glenn explained.

“I would do you for free, beautiful,” Glenn chimed in but Frank handed him the money he obviously promised him for his “services”. “Thanks,” Glenn said to Frank. “Now let’s get to what I came for and that’s you, Linda.” He moved closer to me and pressed his thick lips on mine, before darting his tongue into my mouth. I looked into his deep dark eyes as his tongue danced eagerly with mine. My eyes shifted to Frank, sitting alone on the couch, watching and waiting for the main event.

Our kiss took a different turn when Glenn took hold of my tongue and sucked on it, taking it in as if he was going to swallow it. It was the most powerful kiss I ever had. The fire he ignited in my body was only the beginning of the sparks this night would bring. Little drips of wetness from my slit, poured down my legs.

It didn’t take Glenn long to shift course once again. His left hand moved along my right breast, touching my nipple to see if his magic was working on it. He knew what he doing. It grew firmer, reacting to his finger titillating it slowly. His right hand was far from idle. When it reached the moist area in between my legs, his fingers pushed into my hole and I let out a soft moan. I quickly glanced over at Frank, and could see him stroking his exposed prick. My mind returned to what was happening to me when I felt more of Glenn’s fingers gently probing inside my inviting folds of womanhood.

My hand started doing some wandering of its own. I looked down at his bulging cock. It needed to be released from his stretched pants. I eased his fingers out of my throbbing twat and fell to my knees. I unzipped, reached in and pulled out his prick from his underwear, freeing his imprisoned tool. I wanted his black dick in my mouth, where it belonged. I wanted to know it’s full length, every inch, intimately. My desire to swallow his sperm took over. I could see that my spouse had done well for me. He knew I wanted it big and it was certainly that. His not yet fully erect cock was already a good 7 inches.

I licked his black manhood hungrily, letting my wet tongue hit every inch of it. The girth of his rod was huge and his now fully erect 10-inch dick matched it. Deep throating my husband’s cock was something that I loved to do but the challenge to suck this one, only made it that much more appealing. I took to the challenge with gusto. I was determined to have this immense pole firmly down my throat and his hot cream filling me up.

I thought of nothing else but his member stuffed inside my lips. I sucked the tip of his cock and then my mouth went down further and further and further. I took the full length of it down my throat, gagging briefly during its journey. I held it there for an instant then bobbed my mouth up and down his shaft repeatedly. Sounds of delight emitted from my mouth; I enjoyed playing with my favorite new instrument. I looked into his eyes and heard his groans and continued. The thought of how it would feel in my cunt, made my pussy quiver even more than his fingers had. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Fuck me. Give me that cock,” I bellowed. Glenn didn’t hesitate. He quickly removed his clothes and lifted me off the floor. He positioned me flat on the sofa. Lifting one of my legs, he shoved in his fat prick with one swift motion. The full force of it sent shock waves into my desperate cunt. Glenn pumped hard and was very vocal. He thrived on delivering thrusts that were high on my pussy’s Richter Scale. My slit quaked as he continued his massive energized insertions in and out.

Frank was the furthest thing from my mind except when he shouted out the words I had long imagined like, “Fuck my wife harder.” I was totally enthralled by Glenn fucking me. He reached over and kissed me. It wasn’t the sweet soft kiss of two people in love. He sucked my tongue once again, like a man in heat. Then, he continued his pounding of my soaked cunt. Neither of us could hold back any longer and his balls emptied inside my ready hole. My nectar poured all over his cock. Glenn withdrew his dick from my satiated twat. He collapsed on my body and rested there for a few moments.

When we sat up on the sofa once again, we looked over at Frank. He was sitting there like a Cheshire cat, with a grin on his face and cum dripping down his limp cock. Glenn got up to leave but Frank said “Aren’t you forgetting something?” A knowing smile spread over Glenn’s face and he lifted me up and took me to the edge of the sofa.

“Bend over,” he told me and I did. My hands were draped over the soft beige leather. “Spread your legs.” Again I complied. I was amazed that his cock recovered so quickly

from our previous fuck. He lubricated his fingers with my pussy juices mixed with his, getting his digits soaked at my cunt’s outpouring. He moistened my asshole and his dick and then shoved his rod inside my brown entrance.

I had never had such a huge cock inside my asshole before. It reached deep into my opening and hit spots that were previously unreachable. The moans that came out of me were unlike any utterances I had made before. I didn’t want him to stop.

“OMG, OMG. Keep fucking me hard,” I managed to get out. Glenn managed to squeeze his thick dick in and out. He didn’t stop until he emptied another load inside my body. My intense climax soon followed and my legs had cum flowing down. Both Glenn and I straightened up and moved over to the sofa for a short while. After Glenn put his clothing back on, Frank got up and thanked Glenn for his “services”, letting him know that he planned on having him over again. Glenn said that would be great and he left.

Frank came over to me and lifted me up, carrying me into our bedroom. Placing me on top of the bed, he spread my legs and got in between. He licked my pussy out thoroughly. He made sure he tasted every drop of cum that Glenn and I had left behind. That wasn’t enough for Glenn. His tongue went down my legs so nothing would be forgotten.

When he was done, he came over to my face and kissed me. I could smell my pussy juices as his tongue went inside my mouth. We fell asleep that night, in each other’s arms. It was heaven.

That scene was repeated many times over with Glenn, who became a frequent guest at our home. I started feeling a bit under the weather so Frank suggested I see the doctor.

Dr. Samson ran some tests. He called me to see him to get the results. “This might come as a surprise to you, Linda, given we thought it couldn’t happen but I have good news for you. You’re pregnant."

MIRROR IMAGE

Rachel lay in bed, unsatisfied as always. The vivacious forty-three-year-old mother of two teenagers watched as Tom, her husband of 20 years, put on his pants with a grin on his face. He had enjoyed their brief sexual encounter. The routine that she had grown bored of was satiating for him. He touched her tits, she stroked his cock, he told her to suck his prick, which she obediently did, and the piece de resistance: he fucked her gently and came soon after. All done. That experience would be their sex for a week or two, depending on Tom’s schedule.