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Lamar's Game - 3
by Suewatcher (susanfernandez265@hotmail.com) 

***

Cris becomes a pawn in the game. (MF, wife, reluc, voy, 
preg)

***

Lamar had just received one of the best blow jobs of 
his life. "Dam girl that was hot."

Lamar stood Cris up, and pulled her on to the bed. 
"Take your cloths off girl."

"You want more Lamar?"

"Oh yeah."

"I take it your not in a hurry to get to the Key's." 
Cris pulled her blouse over her head. 

"The Key's can wait, first I have to have me some of 
that fine pussy of yours."

Cris rolled over on her back and lifting her legs 
squirmed out of her jeans. Quickly removing her 
panties, she rolled over on her side and gently began 
stroking Lamar's cock and balls. 

"Lamar I can't believe this, everything has happened so 
fast. Just a few weeks ago I was a happily married 
woman and now look at me."

"Baby you just thought you were happily married, cause 
you never had a black man before."

"Really, you mean any black man could satisfy me just 
like you do." Cris started laughing.

"No and don't you get no idea's, I just mean any black 
man would have been better than that husband of yours, 
by the way what happened today. You talked with Steve, 
what happened."

"Nothing that I want to talk about, that's ancient 
history now."

"Okay, so are you two finished."

"Yes, does that scare you, I'm free now, any second 
thoughts?"

"No." Lamar admired Cris' body as he gently cupped her 
breast and rolled her thick brown nipple between his 
fingers. Cris was his now, suddenly, and Lamar thought 
about that. Now that the chase was over, the game done, 
some of the excitement was diminished. Cris was still 
beautiful a great conquest, still something was missing 
now.

As if she were reading his thoughts Cris asked. "Lamar 
do you love me?"

"Yes."

"You sure."

"Girl you insecure."

"Well lets see, just left my husband, I might be 
pregnant and no place to live, did I leave anything 
out?"

"Cris I told you not to worry, you can stay here. 
Besides girl, you have a checking account don't you, 
savings too?'

"Yes."

Lamar let his hand drift down to Cris pubic mound. 
Slowly he let his finger drift over Cris' budding 
clitoris. Cris shuddered and opened her legs inviting 
Lamar to touch her further.

"How much do you think you have?"

Cris had reached down to grasp Lamar's cock and his 
touch was making it difficult to think.

"A thousand or two in checking. Almost thirty-five 
thousand in savings, why."

"I'll tell you later." Lamar kissed Cris and pushed two 
fingers deep into her wet pussy. Lamar found himself 
getting hard again. Great he thought, enough money to 
pay the big fucker and then some. Then he pulled Cris 
on top as he rolled on to his back. Instinctively Cris 
reached between her legs and guided Lamar's cock into 
her wet slit. 

Cris reveled in the pleasure she received by rubbing 
Lamar's big cock head between the folds of her pussy 
lips. Between Lamar's pre-cum and her wetness his cock 
slipped into place easily. Cris had learned to relax 
with Lamar, she had gotten comfortable with his size 
and now couldn't get enough it seemed. 

Pushing down with her weight in a rapid succession of 
strokes, she had managed to bury his big black cock to 
the hilt. The fit was perfect and slowly she began 
grinding her cunt against his abdomen. With each 
rocking of her hips she could feel Lamar's cock head 
rubbing up against the nub of her cervix.

"You like this black cock don't you?"

"Oh yes baby."

"You want me to cum in you don't you?"

"Yes if you want to Lamar, I want you to."

Cris was his, Lamar knew it. Eye's closed, biting her 
lip, Cris was very sexy. Lamar enjoyed the snug feel of 
Cris' pussy and pondered a permanent relationship. What 
would it be like, just one woman, maybe kids. Lamar 
found himself in something of a conundrum. One part of 
him deeply cared for Cris, the other, warned him not to 
become to involved, that life would become mundane, 
ordinary. Cris' gushing orgasm brought him back to 
reality. 

Lamar's balls and abdomen were suddenly wet with Cris' 
cum. Dam he had never met a woman who would get so wet. 
Reaching around Cris' ass, Lamar wet his finger with 
her lubricant and then inserted his index finger in 
Cris' tight little butt.

Cris was already in the throws of an explosive orgasm 
when Lamar began finger fucking her ass. The pleasure 
was exquisite. Cris could hardly contain herself as 
Lamar started talking to her.

"Girl you like that don't you, you like my finger up 
your ass. I bet you'd like me to fuck you in the ass. 
Tell me is that what you want."

Cris had never really given it much thought until Lamar 
had mentioned it. Cris found she loved the sensation. 
Lamar began working a second finger into her rectum. 
Cris felt the second penetration and immediately came.

"Oh god I don't know what feels better. Fuck me baby, 
fuck my pussy, fuck my ass."

"Cris I'm not wearing a rubber."

"I know," Cris said breathlessly. Cris was past caring.

Lamar was amazed at how easily his finger's slid in and 
out of Cris' ass. Burying both fingers as deeply as 
possible Lamar began pulling up on Cris' ass with each 
stroking of his cock. The effect on Cris was 
predictable as she moaned with pleasure.

"I'm getting close girl, so fucking close. I want you 
to turn over baby I want to fuck your ass."

Cris stopped moving, unsure about Lamar's request. 
Lamar's two fingers were one thing, his cock another. 
Rolling over on her stomach, Cris offered up her ass to 
Lamar.

"Go easy baby, I'm never done this before."

Lamar's cock was coated with Cris' lubricant. Spitting 
on his hand Lamar worked his two fingers back into 
Cris' tight little rectum then with a reaming motion 
pumped two fingers in and out several times in order to 
prepare Cris for his cock. Lamar then removed his 
fingers and placed his cock head into the gaping hole 
created by his fingers.

"Oh Lamar easy, easy."

"Relax girl just relax."

Cris began to relax and as she did Lamar's cock head 
slipped past the tight ring of her rectum. the 
penetration was like nothing she had ever experienced. 
Cris' entire body convulsed as Lamar drove his cock 
deep into her ass.

Cris moved her hand between her legs and started 
rubbing her clit furiously. Lamar was taking her places 
that quite frankly she had never imagined in her 
wildest fantasy.

Lamar was taking measured strokes slowly driving his 
cock deeper with each movement. The tightness of her 
anus was driving Lamar wild as he tried to hold back 
his orgasm. Lamar realized then that he had created a 
bit of a sex monster. The innocent little wife he had 
met at the gym just weeks before was now using every 
orifice on her body to please him and herself.

"God I love your cock Lamar, it feels so fucking good. 
Oh that is so good fuck me harder baby, fuck my ass. 
I'm cumming Lamar, OH GOD!"

"I'm cumming too, Fuck god dam." Lamar exploded deep in 
Cris bowels. Forcing himself deeper with every 
ejaculation. Lamar could feel the contractions of Cris' 
rectum as she spasmed in orgasm. Finally Lamar, spent, 
rolled over and pulled out of Cris, leaving a gaping 
whole filled with sperm.

"Damn girl, that was some good booty."

"You liked that?"

"Yeah girl, how about you?"

"That was my first time and yes I liked it, I liked it 
a lot honey." Cris was still deep in the afterglow of 
the multiple orgasms she had just experienced. Cris 
rubbed her fingers across Lamar's nipples. No one had 
ever made Cris feel like that.

"Cris you need to get that money out of your bank and 
to a safe place."

"What?"

"I'm assuming Steve threw you out of the house. Next he 
will take your money girl, get real, you better put it 
in a safe place.

"I guess I could open a new account and put half in 
there."

"Right and then Steve's lawyers would get a court order 
and freeze your money, then guess what no house, no 
money. that's the way it works."

"What do you think I should do?"

"I know what you should do, listen."

By the time the couple were on the way to the Key's, 
Lamar convinced Cris that it was in her best interest 
to withdraw all the money and place it in his checking 
account for safe keeping. Thirty-two thousand dollars 
and change less than half of what Lamar needed, a 
start. Glancing over at Cris he watched her. Cris was 
basking in the sun that was coming through the sunroof, 
wind blowing her long dark hair. Lamar justified taking 
Cris' money, though this time it felt different. With 
Ann he felt he disserved it, the bitch had gotten what 
she wanted and at the end she had become more 
demanding. Ann changed almost overnight from a meek 
innocent white woman, to a woman who wanted things her 
way or fuck you. Cris was different, hell they were 
starting a family.

Later that afternoon Steve woke with a splitting 
headache. Bits and pieces of the events of the previous 
days began filtering back into his mind. Fuck what have 
I done he wondered as he went to the front door and 
cracked it open. The heat and bright son causing him to 
squint as he looked out on the front yard. Cris cloths 
were gone. Fuck. Closing the door Steve walked back to 
the bedroom and checked Cris things. Much of her 
clothing was missing and so was her jewelry. Cris had 
been home. Steve then checked the bathroom, dam even 
her bath stuff was missing.

Steve showered and drove over to Lamar's home. What 
exactly he would do was undetermined, the main thing 
was to get Cris back, no matter what that entailed. 
Arriving at Lamar's, Steve rang the bell, then banged 
on the door. With no answer, Steve walked around to the 
garage and peered through the window. Cris' car was 
parked inside, the Porsche missing. Cris was with 
Lamar, fuck. Steve called work, Lamar would be out for 
a week. Steve didn't know what to do so he drove back 
to Lamar's and waited out front.

Steve waited the best part of the day for his wife and 
Lamar to return. For sure Steve was still angry with 
Cris, but that anger had softened considerably. Now 
that the idea he might loose his soul mate for good was 
beginning to sink in, he realized her new found lover 
was just as much his fault if not more. So Steve 
decided to wait in front of Lamar's no matter how long 
it took.

Lamar had never been to the Key's before, the beach 
wasn't really his thing. Still it was hard not to argue 
that the car ride was like a sea cruse. With bridge 
after bridge, it was after all island hoping. The four 
hour ride in the Porsche passed quickly. Off season, 
the couple found a charming little cottage with it's 
own garden for the next few days and settled in. The 
couple didn't even wait to unpack before making love. 
It was in the shower after that first session that Cris 
noticed the small trickle of blood. The weight of the 
world seemed to have been lifted off her shoulders, her 
period had begun.

Jumping on the bed, with nothing but a towel rapped 
around her Cris was beaming. "Lamar honey guess what, 
my friend paid me a visit."

"What are you talking about girl?"

"My period, it just started." Cris thought Lamar would 
be happy but the serious look he gave said otherwise.

"Lamar , you are not happy, why?"

"I was getting use to the idea I was going to be a 
father." Lamar was really thinking that this put Steve 
back in the game, things would have been easier if she 
were pregnant.

"Oh baby, I didn't realize, but it really is better 
this way, no pressure."

"Of course your right Cris."

"At first I thought you were upset because we wouldn't 
be able to make love for the next five days."

"Well now that you mention it."

"Lamar baby, there are other places you can put it in 
remember."

Lamar smiled. "That's my girl, get over here and get 
rid of the towel."

The couple spent the next four days in the Key's. Cris 
was getting more and more comfortable with Lamar. Lamar 
was smart, a bit serious, but extremely sexy, Cris 
couldn't help falling for him. Cris also grew to like 
the attention the couple caused when they walked into a 
room. Cris knew she was attractive, but now it seemed 
as if every man in the room was admiring her. Cris 
noticed the women staring too, was it envy, Cris wasn't 
sure, but she liked those looks too. Then there was the 
sex, god the sex was good. Cris found she liked sucking 
Lamar's cock so much she would literally cum at the 
taste of Lamar's sperm. Plus if some one would have 
told Cris one month ago she would love anal sex, she 
would have thought them crazy. Lamar over the next five 
days would repeatedly fuck Cris in the ass and she 
loved it. 

During that time Cris wondered on several occasions 
about how Steve was doing. Steve had been calling her 
cell phone hourly. Lamar had told her not to listen to 
his ranting, but Cris outside Lamar's presence did 
listen to her husbands pleas. Half the time he would 
yell obscenities the rest of the time beg her to come 
home. Cris' anger had subsided with the passage of time 
and now Cris found she missed her husband's 
conversation and his ability to make her laugh. At the 
same time she was sure that Steve was still angry and 
that the best thing for both of them was to spend some 
time apart.

The couple returned home on the fifth day. Pulling up 
in front of his home Lamar and Cris found Steve waiting 
in his car.

"Lamar stay in the car, I need to talk to him."

"Cris let me call the police." Lamar picked up his cell 
phone.

"Lamar please don't, let me talk to him for just a 
minute. Believe me everything will be alright."

Cris got out of the car the same time that Steve did. 
Cris couldn't believe Steve appearance. Steve hadn't 
shaved in a week and looked as if he'd been sleeping in 
his cloth for a couple of days. Steve's face was drawn 
and he had definitely lost some weight. Cris heart went 
out to him. Cris was about to tell him how sorry she 
was when Steve exploded.

"Were the fuck have you been, I've been waiting here 
for you, for days, why don't you answer the fucking 
phone huh, to busy fucking your nigger." 

"Steve closed the distance between them so fast it 
surprised Cris. Steve grabbed Cris' wrist and began 
pulling her to his car.

"Steve wait what are you doing."

"Taking you the fuck home," Steve roared.

Cris started pulling back against Steve when suddenly 
Lamar streaked into her view striking Steve viciously 
in the back of his head. Steve instantly released his 
grip and went face down into the driveway. The fall 
causing more damage than the punch.

"Go inside Cris."

"Lamar don't, please don't!" But before Cris could 
finish her sentence Lamar kicked Steve in the ribs as 
Steve was trying to get up. Steve collapsed on the 
lawn. Cris was going to Steve's assistance when Lamar 
took her into his arms. Cris struggled to get free. 

"Lamar let me go, he's hurt."

"Cris stop, stop right now. The guy is crazy Cris, I 
didn't hurt him, I was afraid for you now lets go 
inside. Cris was about to protest when a police car 
came screeching to a stop in front of the house.

"You alright lady," the police officer asked as he 
jumped out of the car. 

"Yes." Lamar quickly explained as the second officer 
attended to Steve. Steve was in a daze and bleeding 
from the nose and mouth. The officer started 
handcuffing Steve when Cris protested. Finally Cris was 
able to persuade Lamar not to press charges for 
trespassing and assault. The police released Steve, but 
not before warning Steve to stay away from Cris and 
Lamar. 

Cris watched Steve drive away, holding his t-shirt to 
his bloody nose and mouth. Steve gave Cris a look of 
dejection and resignation. Lamar pulled Cris away from 
the door and took her into his arms.

"Don't worry baby everything will be alright." Lamar 
could feel Cris chest heave against his as she broke 
down in tears.

"Lamar I've hurt him so bad, I never meant to hurt him 
like that."

Cris couldn't see Lamar smiling as he squeezed her 
tight. "Don't worry girl I'm right here with you and 
I'm not going anywhere."

Once inside Cris thanked Lamar for not having Steve 
arrested. "He was so crazy Lamar, what have I done, 
Steve hates me, my family, everyone hates me."

"Baby don't say that, I love you and your family will 
come around."

"You think so."

"Sure they will and soon." Lamar held Cris close, 
stroking her back.

"Lamar my period is over, make love to me please, I 
need you so bad."

"Girl all you have to do is ask."

Lying on her back, cum trickling from her open slit, 
Cris promised herself she would go home and retrieve 
her diaphragm. Cris still wanted a child, her 
biological clock was ticking and she felt it's 
overwhelming urges, but now was not the time. 

Steve drove home packed a bag and jumped into his car. 
Stopping at an ATM Steve tried to withdraw some money 
but the account balance was less than fifty dollars. 
Steve then stopped at the bank to check on the savings 
account, it too had been ransacked. Cris evidently had 
made her decision, broken Steve decided the best thing 
for him to do was visit his younger brother in 
Gainesville.

"Andrew it's Steve you mind if I come up to stay for 
awhile. No she won't be with me. Long story. Bro those 
Gator coeds, they back on campus. Great man. I'll see 
you in a couple."

It was three days later when Julian surprised Lamar in 
the parking lot, just as Lamar got out of his car to go 
to his office. Pinning him against the garage wall, 
Lamar was helpless.

"Hey mother fucker, how come you didn't call me."

"I..." was all Lamar managed to say, before Julian 
banged Lamar's head against the concrete. Lamar dizzy 
would have fallen but for Julian holding him up by his 
lapels.

"You aren't fucking with me are you, cause I don't like 
it when people fuck with me, now were is my fucking 
money."

Lamar could hardly talk. "I got a check right here man, 
a check for thirty."

"You fuckin' think I'm a dumb fuck don't you." Julian 
tightened his grip on Lamar's coat, at the same time 
lifting Lamar on to his toes.

"Wait, wait, I'll get you cash I have thirty now and 
I'll get the rest for you, but I need time."

"That's what I like to see cooperation. Were is the 
money?"

"The bank."

"Good lets take my car, that way you don't get lost on 
the way."

Since returning from the Key's Cris had made several 
calls to Steve, left messages and even went by the 
house. Steve was gone. Steve's work didn't know were he 
was and could only relay the fact that he was on an 
extended leave of absence. Cris even called Steve's 
brother Andrew, who informed Cris not to call back, 
because Steve didn't want to talk to her. Cris thought 
about driving up to Gainesville to see Steve, but was 
afraid to tell Lamar. Lamar had checked her cell phone 
history and when he discovered she had been calling 
Steve he went ballistic.

"When Cris called her parents she found out that 
Steve's sister had already called. Jane, the bitch had 
given her mother all the sordid details. For twenty 
minutes she tried to explain, but her parents would 
hear nothing of her explanation. "Call Steve, tell him 
you made a mistake, for god sake beg him, you've lost 
your mind." How could she tell her parents her husband 
was in the attic jerking off while she was fucking her 
black lover. Needless to say the conversation was a 
disaster.

Cris was also getting pressure from Lamar to avoid all 
contact with Steve.

"How can you love me and call that pervert Cris. Look," 
Lamar said "when you thought you were pregnant, oh boy, 
you couldn't get enough of me, now the story is 
changing. If you talk with Steve then just get your 
shit and get out."

Cris was devastated by Lamar's attitude. Cris 
remembered how she felt when she thought she was 
pregnant. Lamar had said he would stand by her no 
matter what happened. Lamar had been true to his word 
at least Cris thought so. Now it seemed she was hurting 
the one person who had been there for her. In any event 
on the same day Lamar made his trip to the bank with 
Julian, Cris was served with divorce papers. Steve was 
making Cris' choice easy.

Late that afternoon Lamar's secretary informed him that 
there was a Ann Wiles waiting to see him. Learning Ann 
was alone Lamar agreed to see her.

"Hello Lamar how are you."

Ann was wearing a white sun dress, cut low in front and 
showing lot's of cleavage. A lot more than Lamar 
remembered.

"Ann I saw your boy this morning, I should have the 
rest of your money in a week or two. So what do you 
want."

"Do you need more time Lamar?"

Lamar looked Ann over again, the woman looked better 
than ever. Tanned and very fit, very fuckable.

Ann caught Lamar's look and gave him a Sharon Stone leg 
crossing.

"Ann I can't believe you, first you send that nigger 
after me, then you come in here like nothing has 
happened."

"I miss you Lamar, that's all."

Ann caught Lamar completely off guard. Lamar had 
wondered if she still had feelings for him. Maybe he 
could play Ann into giving him more time.

"I'm sorry Ann things turned out like they did."

"You mean the part were you left me or the part were 
you took off with my money."

"Ann I really did mean to call you."

Ann uncrossed and crossed her legs again. "Right." Ann 
tried to sound indignant.

Lamar loved the game and he felt himself getting hard. 
"Seriously, some shit happened and I had to spend some 
of the money, gambling. I'm sorry, but after that I 
figured you would be pissed and well I didn't call."

"Lamar you should of know I could never be angry with 
you. Lamar I love you." What did she ever see in Lamar, 
Ann couldn't believe the ego Lamar was sporting. Ann 
continued the play, Lamar she could see was biting 
hook, line, and sinker.

Lamar couldn't believe his good fortune, maybe there 
was a way to get out of paying Ann off completely.

"You mean you could forgive me Ann." Lamar stood up and 
walked around to the back of Ann's chair.

"Lamar you should of called me."

Lamar placed his hands on Ann's shoulders. Gently he 
began massaging Ann.

"God Ann I forgot how beautiful you are." Leaning over 
Lamar whispered in Ann's ear. "You know for what it's 
worth I really did miss you and all those good times we 
had."

For a moment Ann had to remind herself what the bastard 
had put her through. One thing for sure Lamar hadn't 
lost his touch.

"You mean that Lamar."

Lamar let his hands slide down to the top of Ann's 
dress. Not meeting resistance Lamar slipped his hands 
between Ann's dress and cupped her large tits. Ann let 
out a sigh of total surrender as Lamar pinched and 
pulled her fat hard nipples.

"I like your tits Ann, their beautiful."

Acting as if she were about to cum, Ann just moaned.

"Open your legs for me Ann and pull your skirt back." 
Fuck she was as hot for him as ever, thought Lamar as 
he watched Ann pull back her dress. Ann's vulva was 
almost black against her olive skin. Ann's pussy was 
perfectly bare and beads of moisture flashed in the 
light as she spread her legs wide.

Instinctively Ann slid her hand between her legs and 
started rubbing her clit.

"You always did know what I liked girl." 

Ann had to admit she missed Lamar. "Your not worried 
some one might come in."

"Your right, let me lock the door."

When Lamar turned around to face Ann again, she had 
moved. Ann was sitting on the edge of his desk, legs 
spread wide. Ann's face was twisted in a grimace as she 
rubbed her clit furiously.

"Come here Lamar, I want you to fuck me, it's been a 
long time."

One thing about Ann she had definitely learned how to 
push Lamar's buttons. Lamar wasted little time dropping 
his trousers in front of Ann's open legs. Taking his 
long black cock Lamar started rubbing the head of his 
cock against Ann's slit.

"Ohh that feels good mister, it's been a long time. 
Have you missed my pussy sugar." Ann's southern accent 
always seemed strange to Lamar given the fact Ann was 
Jewish.

Lamar had worked the head of his cock into Ann's super 
saturated cunt. Slowly he pushed his cock in deeper.

"What cat got your tongue."

"This sweet pussy of yours has got me baby."

"That's what I like to hear my black man say, you are 
my black man aren't you sugar."

Lamar could feel Ann's cunt muscles expertly milking 
his cock, the feeling was prodigiously good. "Oh yeah 
that feels so good."

"Then fuck me Lamar, fuck me with that big cock of 
yours honey."

"Shhhhh, girl not so loud."

"Then fuck me harder Lamar, fuck me." Then Ann let 
loose with a loud scream as she came. "Oh yeah I'm 
cumming sugar. Yes, yes, yes, harder. Ann began to buck 
as papers fell off of Lamar's desk. Ann wanted to 
stress Lamar and her vocalization was having the 
desired effect.

Lamar came hard in spite of the fact that everyone in 
the office had heard Ann's orgasm. At the same time 
Lamar pumped his cock in and out of Ann's gash at a 
torrid pace. Sperm filling her vagina to capacity. Ann 
pulled Lamar's face to hers and they kissed.

The intercom buzzed and Lamar signaled Ann to remain 
quite. Lamar's secretary was just checking with Lamar 
to make sure everything was alright. Hell Lamar was 
already the talk of the office, with what had happened 
with Steve and Cris, now this. Turning to Ann who was 
straitening her dress he asked, "So were are you 
staying Ann?"

Testing the water Ann said, "With you sugar."

"Ann you can't, I mean now is not a good time."

Ann could see Lamar was uncomfortable. Ann knew why, 
but she wanted Lamar to squirm. "Don't tell me you've 
fallen in love with someone Lamar, not you."

"I am involved Ann."

"Really, I thought you told me you missed me. You 
living with some one."

"Sort of."

"Does she know about you Lamar, about your past."

"What are you getting at Ann?"

Ann retrieved a handkerchief from her purse and lifting 
her skirt placed it against her sopping slit. "God it's 
a good thing I'm on birth control sugar, I forgot just 
how much you cum. That girl, Cris is her name right? 
She moved in with you already. Her poor, poor, husband. 
She got a taste of black cock and now he's history, 
huh?"

Lamar realized Ann had been talking with Julian. 
Smiling at Ann's perceptiveness Lamar answered, "I 
guess you could say so."

"This girl Cris, I hear she's quite attractive."

"Yes, Ann she is."

"When can I meet her."

Lamar didn't want to fuck things up with Ann, he was 
sure given a little time he could talk her out of the 
money. At the same time he didn't want to jeopardize 
his relationship with Cris. "I'm not sure."

"Sugar, Julian told you about those awful check forging 
allegations my awful husband wants to bring. I hope to 
goodness it don't cost you this job and that woman of 
yours."

Losing his temper for the first time Lamar fumed. "Ann 
you know that's a bunch of shit."

"I know that sugar, I know. remember that little blonde 
co-ed from Duke you seduced, remember how much fun we 
had with her. Let's put all this awful money stuff 
behind us Lamar. I just want to spend some time with 
you sugar even if it means sharing."

Ann was running her long nails up and down Lamar's neck 
eliciting goose bumps as she spoke. Lamar often thought 
about that young blonde Karen. The nights the three of 
them had spent together had been electrifying. Lamar's 
cock started to stir again. Perhaps there was a way 
Lamar could have Cris and Ann's money, after all Ann 
could teach Cris a few things.

"Ann you know I really did miss you." Lamar slid his 
hand up between Ann's legs and watched her close her 
eye's as he dipped two fingers in her cum soaked pussy. 
Satisfied he could control Ann, they made plans for 
Cris' seduction.

"Amanda you mean your husband knows about Rodney." Cris 
hadn't spoke to Amanda in some time and wanted to catch 
up on things.

"Yes and he's not to happy, but fuck the bastard."

"Christ Amanda what are you going to do?"

"Good question girlfriend, Rodney is great in bed, but 
currently out of work. That apartment of his is 
temporary at best. How about you and Lamar, things 
good?"

"Things have been happening so fast, you know I thought 
I was pregnant for awhile. Lamar was the best, very 
supportive. You know Lamar was genuinely upset when I 
gave him the news that I wasn't pregnant. He really 
wants to start a family."

"Wow I didn't realize you guys were so serious. Cris I 
saw Steve last night at Ric's, he was with someone. 
They were going at it pretty good. Steve saw me, but 
didn't say hello."

"Who was it Amanda?" Cris for the first time in her 
life felt the sting of jealously.

"That girl from the gym Debbie. Honestly I don't know 
what he sees in her, just another bottle blond bimbo."

"Well I hope he's happy." Cris really didn't mean it, 
but what else could she say.

"So what are you doing tonight."

"I don't know. Lamar called and told me an old friend 
of his came into town and needs a place to stay for a 
couple of days. Anyway don't stay a stranger, lets go 
out soon." Hanging up Cris began straighten the guest 
room for Lamar's friend.

When Lamar walked in from the garage Cris was sure the 
surprise had registered on her face. There before her 
stood a beautiful woman, Mediterranean in looks, who 
spoke with a bit of a Southern draw. Lamar introduced 
the women and indicated that Ann would be staying for a 
few days.

That evening the three of them went to dinner and had a 
few drinks. Cris had been apprehensive at first, Ann 
was very beautiful. Cris had wondered if Lamar and Ann 
had some type of history, but Lamar assured her that 
was not the case. According to Lamar and later 
confirmed by Ann, Ann had married a dear friend of 
Lamar's who had died in a car wreck several months 
before. Ann was now looking for work and a place to 
stay.

The next morning Lamar went to work leaving the two 
women home alone. Cris an early riser was surprised to 
find Ann already up and brewing coffee. The two had hit 
it off the previous night. The two women even stayed up 
after Lamar had gone to bed and had a couple of glasses 
of wine. Unfortunately Cris was a little hung over as a 
result of the liquor.

"Good morning Cris, how about some coffee."

"That's sweet, but I don't know if it will help."

"What's a matter sugar a little hung over."

"Oh yeah."

"I saw some tomato juice, do you have any vodka."

"Oh no Ann not this early."

"Why not, you told me last night you don't work and you 
have nothing planned for the day. Honey Let Ann make 
you one of her famous Bloody Marys and I promise you'll 
feel lots better."

"Alright you talked me into it. I think Lamar keeps the 
liquor in that cabinet over there." Cris watched Ann 
move around the kitchen as she made the drinks. Cris 
hadn't noticed Ann's body last night. Ann had dressed 
in a rather conservative pant suit. Now walking around 
in nothing but a workout t-shirt and panties Cris 
couldn't help but notice how beautiful and well 
maintained Ann's body was.

Catching Cris' look Ann asked coyly, "something wrong 
sugar?"

"You work out a lot?"

"A little."

"Your in great shape Ann. Easy on that vodka 
girlfriend."

"Thank you. That's what makes my Mary's so good. What 
do you say we go out by the pool, it's beautiful out."

Grabbing their drinks the two women went out by the 
pool. Cris had on one of Lamar's basketball jerseys on 
and a pair of his boxers. Sitting down Ann returned the 
compliment.

"I see you hit the gym a lot. That figures, Lamar loves 
to work out, is that were you two met."

"I do and your right on the second count." The 
conversation between the two women came easy. Cris felt 
as thought Ann were an old best friend. Half way 
through the third drink Ann stood up exclaiming that it 
was getting warm. Ann then preceded to pull her t-shirt 
over her head. Shaking out her long hair, Ann looked at 
Cris.

"You don't mind do you, it's so beautiful out, isn't 
it."

"Yes it is," Cris answered trying not to stare at Ann's 
large breasts. Cris had noticed Ann's nipples before, 
it was hard to miss those finger thick protrusions 
through the thin cotton of the ratty t. Now exposed to 
the cool air of late morning, they looked even bigger.

"Cris do you have any sun tan lotion."

"Yes I'll get it for you." When Cris stood she felt a 
little woozy. Two and a half drinks and Cris was 
starting to feel them. Cris promised herself she would 
slow down. Upon her return Cris found Ann lying face 
down on the chase, completely nude.

Ann heard Cris approaching and purposely turned over 
giving Cris a good look at her body. Ann always became 
aroused during situations like this. Ann wondered if 
Cris could smell the scent of Ann's womanhood. God Ann 
loved the chase, especially if her prey was a first 
timer and Ann was fairly sure Cris was inexperienced 
with women. Ann reached out and took the oil from Cris. 

"Thanks sugar, this old skin of mine needs all the help 
it can get." Ann placed some oil on her hand and 
sitting up began rubbing the oil on to her long legs. 
Ann purposely took her time as she started at her feet 
and worked her way up her legs. Teasing Cris with 
glimpses of her pussy.

"Your skin looks great Ann." Cris picked up her drink 
and finished it. Ann's skin was tanned to a dark olive 
color and looked absolutely flawless.

"Why thank you. Sugar you ever been to Europe, it's 
such a nice place. The people are so open and the 
beaches, cloths are optional you know. Sugar you going 
to join me," Ann reached out and tugged on Cris' 
jersey.

Not wanting to seem like a prude Cris slipped the 
jersey over her head. "No we were planning on going 
this summer, but then all this stuff happened."

Ann felt herself become more aroused, Cris was the most 
beautiful woman she had ever seen. Cris tell me about 
your husband, but first let me make you a drink."

"Boxers too Cris."

Slipping her boxers off Cris laughed, "You know I never 
do this, lie out nude, it's fun." Cris took a sip of 
her new drink. "Hmm this taste strong." Cris glanced 
over at Ann, who at the moment was sitting facing her. 
Ann parted her legs giving Cris a good look at her 
hairless pussy. Was Ann doing it on purpose, Cris 
wondered.

Ann took in Cris' body now that she was completely 
nude. Cris breasts were about the same size as Ann's, 
but completely natural. their nipple's were strikingly 
similar, very dark thick and long. The only difference 
was Cris' areolas were smaller than a silver dollar and 
Ann's were a good two inches in diameter. 

Ann also noticed that while Cris' hair was dark brown, 
the small patch on her pubic mound was almost black. 
What intrigued Ann the most though was Cris' vulva. 
Cris' cunt lips extended about three-quarters of an 
inch and the skin color was very dark almost black, 
much darker than her skin. Ann attributed the color to 
Cris' Latin background.

"Well I have just the thing to go with that drink." Ann 
pulled out a fat joint. "You smoke?'

"No."

"Good another first. Sugar in Europe all the beaches 
are topless and plenty are totally nude. Now you tell 
me about your X." Ann lit the joint took a toke and 
passed it to Cris. "Go on sugar it won't bite."

"Cris inhaled the pungent weed and proceed to cough a 
little. "I don't know about this Ann." Cris handed the 
joint back to Ann, then proceed to tell Ann all about 
Steve and what had happened. Cris was starting to get 
quite high.

"You know Cris if you ask me what type of man I would 
like to settle down with I probably would prefer a 
Lamar type over a Steve type."

"What do you mean by that Ann?"

"Sugar, men can be broken down into three basic types, 
You have your boring straight religious kind, then you 
have your Lamar type and your Steve type. By your 
account Steve was into you having sex with another man 
while he watched, and really that's good. Let's face it 
I wish my husband had been nice enough to let me have 
sex with other men."

"Lamar."

"I don't have any personal knowledge regarding Lamar, 
but I venture to say he likes all kinds of sex and when 
it comes to threesomes, well, my bet is he likes the 
other two to be women." Ann gave Cris a wink.

"Oh that I know, I haven't grown up as a complete prude 
Ann, any woman knows men have this thing for women 
having sex together."

"Have you."

"What."

"Been in a threesome, with another woman."

"Heavens no, have you."

Ann gave Cris a wicked smile, passed her the joint, at 
the same time taking Cris' empty drink into her hand.

"Ann I can't, I'm already drunk." Ann ignored Cris' 
plea and proceeded to make her an even stronger drink. 
When Ann returned Cris was lying on her chase half 
passed out, the joint still smoldering between her 
fingers. Putting the drinks down, Ann took the joint 
from Cris hand.

"You really have gotten drunk haven't you, that's too 
bad."

"This pot really hit me. I feel all tingly."

"Turn over Cris and let me put some oil on you." Cris 
complied with Ann's request, then surprised Ann with 
her next question.

"You never gave me an answer before, have you been in a 
threesome with another woman?"

Ann squeezed oil on to Cris' legs. As she answered the 
question Ann watched the slow moving rivulets of oil 
disappear between Cris' thighs.

"If I answer yes will it shock you?"

"No." Cris felt Ann's warm hands spreading the oil 
along her thighs. It seemed like all morning the women 
had been talking about sex. Cris felt so relaxed around 
Ann, the liquor and pot made her feel completely 
uninhibited. Cris felt Ann's hands dip between her legs 
scooping up the excess oil, brushing up against her 
inter thigh. Beyond caring Cris parted her legs a 
little to allow Ann to continue. 

"First you tell me, Cris.

"When I was a girl my parents sent me off to camp one 
summer. there was a girl there, a little older and we 
use to pretend we were kissing boys." Cris had never 
told that story to anyone else, yet she felt totally at 
ease with Ann as she continued. "We kissed and did a 
little petting, is that bad?"

Ann was rubbing oil on the upper parts of Cris thighs, 
letting her thumbs massage the oil into Cris' tight ass 
buns. "Did it excite you to kiss her Cris?" Ann picked 
up the bottle of oil and poured more oil on to Cris' 
ass and back. This time the oil dripped down between 
Cris' ass checks and onto her vulva. Cris was so buzzed 
she barely noticed.

"I guess so Ann, it was a long time a go. You never 
answered me, how about you?"

"What do you want to know, if I've been in a threesome 
or with other women?" Ann who had been sitting on her 
chase as she rubbed oil on Cris, got up and sat on 
Cris' lounge. Cris could feel Ann's skin against hers. 

"Ann you've done both?"

"Yes, now my turn again, do you ever fantasize about 
that time at camp.?" Ann was patient, she didn't want 
to rush Cris, Ann had moved her massage up to Cris' 
neck and shoulder's. 

"No."

"Not even a little curious."

Cris wasn't naive, but the liquor and pot had loosed 
her up considerably. "I guess a little."

"Turn over."

"What?"

"Turn over, you know what they say, if you have an inch 
you should scratch it." Cris rolled over on her back 
and looked up into Ann's eye's. Ann's arms were 
straddling Cris and as she lowered herself down to kiss 
Cris, Ann's breast touched Cris'.

Cris knew what was coming, but in that moment of 
indecision Ann's lips covered hers. Moist and soft, 
Ann's lips seemed flavored as Cris felt Ann's tongue 
dart into her mouth. Ann's right hand was busy too. 
Softly Ann had caressed Cris' breast and then gently 
taking Cris' nipple between her thumb and index finger 
she gently squeezed. The oil on her hand aiding the 
tender pinching and pulling drove Cris to the brink of 
an orgasm. Ann felt Cris inhale deeply, her breathing 
becoming more rapid.

The kiss was so unlike anything Cris had ever 
experienced, it was perfect. Cris was rapidly becoming 
aroused and any thought of stopping was gone. Cris knew 
it was wrong, but didn't care. Cris reached around Ann 
with her arm's bringing Ann's body closer to hers. Ann 
broke the kiss and took Cris' hand. 

Placing Cris' hand between her legs, Ann said, "look 
how wet you've made me sugar. See how wet my pussy is."

Cris felt her knees go weak, as her finger began 
rubbing Ann protruding clit.

"Oh that feels good honey, keep doing that."

Cris didn't have to be persuaded, she was trembling 
with pleasure.

"Sugar I think we should go inside."

Cris looked long into Ann's eyes, before standing. Cris 
knew she could call things off. Part of Cris said, 
"this is wrong," while another part, the part awakened 
by Lamar said, "go for it girl."

Ann sensed Cris' hesitation. Not wanting Cris to change 
her mind she took Cris by the waist and drew her near, 
breasts touching. "Feels nice doesn't it?"

Brushing her nipple against Ann's large firm tits felt 
so erotic to Cris. "Hmm yes." Cris closed her eyes as 
Ann kissed her again. Ann then ran her hand along the 
curve of Cris back and down her crack. The oil 
providing lubricant as Ann continued her exploration. 
Finding her swollen vulva, Ann let her oil coated 
fingers penetrate into Cris' wet pussy. Cris began to 
tremble with excitement.

Ann broke the kiss, Cris was conflicted, Ann felt 
certain of that. Not wanting to give Cris time to 
think, Ann moved her hand so that she could now message 
Cris' neglected clit. Expertly she brought Cris to a 
mind numbing orgasm.

"Uhhhh, god that felt so good." Cris couldn't think as 
her own hands instinctively began roaming over Ann's 
body. Cris closed her eyes and sought Ann's mouth for 
another kiss, at the same time Cris cupped Ann's ass 
with both hands and pulled her closer. the decision for 
Cris was made, she wanted Ann and everything that 
experience would bring. Finishing the kiss it was Cris 
who led Ann to the bedroom.

"Jesus, I always wondered what this would be like," 
Cris said to Ann as she pulled Ann down on the bed with 
her.

"I'm glad I'm your first, now let me show you 
something." 

Ann climbed on top of Cris, their legs intertwined as 
they kissed. Then Ann began kissing and licking her way 
down Cris' body. Pausing at Cris' breasts, she tenderly 
took the thick dark nipple between her teeth and gave 
it a little bite. Looking back up at Cris, Ann 
playfully bit her nipple a second time eliciting a 
little squeal of pleasure from Cris.

"I love how thick and hard your nipples get Cris, your 
breasts are so beautiful." Not waiting for a response 
Ann worked her way further down Cris' body. The scent 
of Cris' cum was light and mixed with the smell of 
coconut oil aroused Ann even more. Ann spread Cris' 
legs, stopping to admire Cris' protruding vulva. 
Separating Cris' cunt lips Ann began flicking her 
tongue over Cris' clit. The effect on Cris was 
immediate. Cris began jerking in anticipation of each 
stroke of Ann's tongue.

"You like that don't you sugar." Peering up between 
Cris' legs, Ann could see the effect of her tongue 
lashing on Cris. Cris' eyes were smoldering with lust.

Cris looked down at Ann and reached behind Ann's head 
urging her on. "Don't talk Ann, just keep kissing me, 
it feels so, so good."

"Good sugar I'm glad you like it." Ann then inserted 
two fingers into Cris' saturated pussy. Pleased with 
how well lubricated Cris was, she then inserted a third 
finger. Cris was flush with excitement as Ann worked 
her fingers in and out of Cris' inflamed cunt. Ann 
could not believe how wet Cris was. Normally she would 
have used KY jelly, but that wasn't necessary with 
Cris. Ann pushed all four fingers into Cris' pussy and 
began fucking Cris with her hand, all the while kissing 
and licking Cris protruding clit.

Lamar paused at the door and watched Ann bring Cris 
off. The two women were so in to each other that they 
were oblivious to his presence. Ann had called him 
earlier to tell him Cris' seduction was eminent. Lamar 
had to hand it to Ann, she worked faster than Lamar 
thought possible.

"Oh god fuck my pussy Ann, that's so good."

Ann began working her thumb into Cris' pussy. Ann 
couldn't believe it, her hand was coated with Cris' 
cum. Cris' pussy was very tight, but slowly Ann worked 
her small hand into Cris' cunt. "I've never fist fucked 
anyone before sugar, your the first. You want me to 
fist fuck you don't you sugar. God you are such a 
slut."

"Oh yes, I'm cumming again Ann, I feel you so deep.

Indeed, Ann could feel her fingers brushing up against 
the nub of Cris cervix as she buried her entire hand in 
Cris vagina. Ann felt Cris orgasm again, which in turn 
caused Ann to cum. Ann continued tonguing Cris' clit 
her fingers covered with Cris' cum. Ann gloried in the 
flavor of Cris gushing pussy.

"How come no one invited me." Lamar announced as he 
strolled into the bedroom, while removing his cloths at 
the same time.

Cris tried to pull the sheet up to cover herself, but 
Lamar pulled the sheet away leaving her nude on top of 
the bed.

"It's okay Cris, relax girl, I'm glad you two got 
together."

"What did I tell you Cris, I just knew Lamar was the 
type of man who would appreciate two women making 
love." Ann tried to hide her disappointment. Ann had 
not expected to seduce Cris without Lamar's help. Now 
she wished she had Cris to herself. Ann slipped her 
hand out from Cris' pussy.

Cris was still uncomfortable as she watched Lamar 
remove the rest of his cloths. Lamar's cock was already 
semi-hard. The tip of the black cock oozing pre-cum. 
Lamar got into bed next to Cris, leaving Ann on her 
other side. Cris nipples were still fully extended and 
very hard. Grabbing a handful of Cris' tit Lamar leaned 
over and kissed Cris. At the same time Ann returned to 
diddling Cris clit with her fingers. Cris never skipped 
a beat as her hand immediately began stroking Lamar's 
manhood.

The three lovers kissed and touched each other for a 
while and it was only when Lamar tried to mount Cris 
that she protested. "Lamar I really should put my 
diaphragm in." Cris got out of bed on shaky legs and 
walked into the bathroom.

Ann decided to stir things up. Ann wanted to see how 
Cris would react to Lamar taking an interest in another 
woman. Ann reached out and took Lamar's cock in her 
hand.

"Did you like the show sugar?" Lamar slid over next to 
Ann. "Woman you are a piece of work you know that." Ann 
ran her well manicured nails lightly on the underside 
of Lamar's balls.

"I guess I know what you like Lamar." Ann pulled Lamar 
on top of her and spread her legs. Lamar's cock head 
brushed up against the slit. Ann then reached down and 
guided His cock into her wet pussy. Ann couldn't wait 
to see Cris expression when she saw Lamar fucking her. 
Lamar was very excited and in moments Ann had Lamar 
buried to the hilt in her wet pussy. Ann waited until 
she saw Cris appear at the door. 

"Lamar wait what about Cris."

"What?"

Cris stopped at the door taking n the sight before her. 
Lamar was on top of Ann, fucking Ann. Cris was 
immediately overcome with jealousy, something Cris had 
never experienced. Lamar's cock was buried deep in 
Ann's pussy. Then much to her relief she saw Ann push 
Lamar off of her.

"Oh sugar come here and get in bed." 

"Cris what's a matter." Lamar could see the expression 
on Cris face and immediately realized she was jealous. 
"Come here girl I'm sorry, I just got a little carried 
away." Lamar held out his hand to Cris.

"Besides girl when I came in you didn't seem to have a 
problem with being with Ann, don't tell me I'm the 
problem."

"No it's not like that." Cris didn't want to say she 
was jealous and didn't want to share Lamar.

"Good then kiss me girl and take care of this." Lamar 
grabbed his cock and waged it at Cris.

Cris still in a daze from the liquor and pot took 
Lamar's hand and slid into bed. Lamar pulled her close 
giving her a hug. At the same time Lamar gave Ann a 
look that said, what the fuck are you up to. Ann just 
shrugged and went back to stroking Cris. Lamar 
momentarily wondered if Ann had wanted to cause this 
little riff with Cris, but tossed it off as nothing 
more than petty jealousy. Lamar was hard and needed 
relief. Kissing Cris Lamar rolled her over on top of 
him.

"Lamar I'm not sure this is a good idea." Ann kept 
silent, knowing she had planted the seeds of jealousy.

"Cris I don't want to hear that now, spread your legs." 
Cris did as Lamar requested, but that wasn't enough.

"That's it girl now put my cock in." Cris reached down 
between her legs and grasped Lamar's cock and placed it 
at the opening of her wet slit. Seeing Lamar's black 
cock poised at the entrance to her wet cunt was to much 
for Cris and Cris started humping up and down on 
Lamar's black shaft while Ann watched. Then Ann sat up 
in a kneeling position next to Cris.

"Does his cock feel good sweetie?" Ann then cupped 
Cris' tit and leaned over licking her nipple hard. Ann 
could feel Cris' nipple stiffen. Then Ann reached down 
between Cris' legs and began rubbing her Clit. Gently 
at first, but as Cris began picking up speed Ann rubbed 
harder. The harder Ann rubbed the faster Cris would 
pump up and down on Lamar. Ann pressed hard on Cris' 
clit, almost masochistically until she saw Cris grimace 
with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Easy girl, slow down." Lamar was hot. Watching Ann 
caress Cris tits would give a corpse an orgasm. Lamar 
had been in several threesomes in the past. Thinking 
about it now he recalled they had always been with Ann. 
Watching Ann driving Cris wild only served to heighten 
his own excitement. Lamar could feel his cum boiling up 
inside him as Ann brought Cris off several times in a 
matter of moments.

Cris didn't know what she was pushing against, it 
didn't matter. The finger on her clit was rubbing 
impossibly hard, Lamar's massive cock was pounding her 
upper most reaches and she wanted it harder still.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck my pussy, rub my clit hard, god I'm 
cumming so hard."

"Lamar you have yourself a wild one here sugar. Where 
in the world did you find her." Ann was now playing 
with her clit while she manipulated Cris'. 

"God dam I'm gonna cum baby."

"Oh Lamar cum in me baby I want to feel you shoot your 
cum in me." Cris was rocked with an orgasm as Lamar 
shot his load of sperm in to her waiting pussy. Cris' 
previous thoughts of jealousy had subsided now that 
both Lamar and Ann were paying exclusive attention to 
her. Lamar rolled off of her as Ann continued to 
massage her clit. Ann was rubbing the mixture of 
Lamar's cum and Cris' cum on to her fingers and using 
it to massage Cris' clit. The soft massage continued 
even after Lamar got up to go to the bathroom.

"Cris I'm sorry about that thing with Lamar, it just 
happened so fast. Believe me honey I'm not interested 
in your man. I hope you know that." Ann continued the 
seductive massage. "You like that don't you?"

Cris was already close to another orgasm. Ann's touch 
seemed magical. Cris wanted to tell Ann that she had 
been jealous, but it seemed unimportant now. "Yes that 
feels so good."

Ann was on her side and lifted up so that she was 
almost on top of Cris. Cris touch my nipples sugar, I'm 
so horny they ache." Cris reached up and tweaked Ann's 
nipple. "Yes, oh harder I like it when you pinch them 
hard." Cris pinched Ann's nipple harder just as she was 
told. Cris was really excited now and couldn't stop 
looking at Ann's nipple as it thickened and lengthened 
with each hard pinch.

Ann saw the look on Cris face, she had seen that look 
on other women, women she had dominated. Ann decided to 
press on with Cris' seduction.

Lamar once again stood by the door and watched. Lamar 
never ceased to be amazed at how quickly Ann could 
seduce an otherwise straight woman into having sex with 
her. Lamar stroked his hardening cock.

"Cris do you think my titties are to big?"

"No, not at all."

Ann repositioned herself so that her tit was directly 
over Cris' face. "Honey suck my tittie." Ann lowered 
her tit so that her nipple brushed Cris' lips. Cris 
hungrily took Ann's nipple into her mouth and began 
sucking hard on it.

"Ohh that's good honey suck it, that's my girl. Suck 
them harder, harder."

Cris had the most compelling urge to please Ann and yet 
for the life of her she didn't know why. Ann had given 
Cris so much pleasure. Until meeting Ann nothing had 
come close to the pleasure Lamar had given her. Ann was 
now showing her that there was another side to her 
sexuality that Cris was unaware of.

Ann pulled her nipple from Cris forceful sucking. Ann 
rolled over on her back and pulled Cris on top of her. 
"That was nice see how hard you made my nipple." Cris' 
eyes were still glazed over with the effects of the pot 
and booze. Cris looked at Ann's breast as Ann cupped it 
to demonstrate her elongated nipple. "Suck on it some 
more. Good now I want you to kiss my pussy it's so wet 
Cris. I want you to lick it now."

Ann pushed Cris down between her legs and looked over 
at Lamar standing in the doorway. Ann gave Lamar a wink 
and smiled as Cris tongue found her protruding clit. 
Cris was a fast learner as she licked and sucked on 
Ann's pussy. Cris loved the taste of Ann's cunt and 
eagerly worked at pleasing Ann.

"My little slut, that feels so good. I want you to 
stick your fingers in my cunt and fuck me with them." 
Cris immediately did Ann's bidding. "I'm cumming, can 
you taste it?" Cris nodded never removing her mouth 
from Ann's gaping cunt. Cris was possessed with lust 
and Ann's dirty talk only made her hotter. 

Lamar walked up behind Cris, his cock rock hard again. 
Cris was on her knee's, with her ass in the air. 
Climbing on the bed behind Cris. Cris feeling his 
weight started to pull up , but Ann would not hear of 
it. Taking Cris' hair into her hands she drove Cris' 
face back into her saturated cunt.

"I didn't say stop sugar I want to cum again." Cris 
noted the commanding tone of Ann voice. The sweet 
seductiveness that Ann had exhibited earlier was gone, 
now Ann was demanding Cris please her. The thing was 
Cris liked it, Cris liked the other woman's forceful 
style.

"Lamar is just going to fuck you honey, so you just 
keep doing what your doing and enjoy the ride."

All three enjoyed the ride for the next several days. 
Gradually Ann seemed to cast a spell on Cris. Cris had 
never met a woman like Ann. Beautiful, smart, and so 
sure of herself. Cris who was an emotional wreck was 
like putty to Ann and easily manipulated. During this 
time Lamar was exceedingly happy. Not only did he have 
Cris but now he didn't have to pay Ann. Plus there was 
the added benefit of having and in house threesome when 
ever he wanted. Of course Lamar and Ann got together 
whenever Cris wasn't around. Still, Lamar was 
disappointed that Cris was so jealous, which meant that 
he couldn't fuck Ann whenever he pleased. Lamar was 
certain that it was only a matter of time before that 
would change. Ann said she was working on those issues 
with Cris and he had no reason to think that wasn't 
true. 

Over the next few days Lamar had noticed that Cris 
seemed to hang on every word that Ann uttered. That Ann 
and Cris seemed to be inseparable. Shopping together, 
hitting the gym together, going everywhere together. 
Still Lamar never saw Ann's real motive for wanting to 
be around the two of them. Lamar mistakenly believed 
Ann was totally in love with him.

Ann worked her game to perfection although she was 
blessed with good luck. Shortly after seducing Cris, 
Ann and Cris had gone to the gym to get a work out. 
Cris' hadn't been to the gym in about two weeks when 
she saw her best friend Amanda. Cris had called Amanda 
several times but they never hooked up.

"Amanda, hi." 

"Hi Cris."

"How is Rodney doing?" Amanda seemed distant, almost as 
if she didn't want to talk.

"Rodney and I split up."

"What happened." Cris had to follow Amanda as she went 
to another work out station.

"Long story. Short story is I caught him with that slut 
Alain."

"Alain Rodgers, your kidding she married with three 
kids."

"Honey since when does being married stop a girl, or do 
I have to remind you."

"I guess, but Alain Rodgers I would never in my wildest 
imaginings thought she would leave Dave. Dam she told 
me just a month or so ago she and Dave wanted more 
kids."

"Well that fucker was fucking her at the same time he 
was telling me he was in love with me. Then he gets 
Alain pregnant and tells me he wants to do the right 
thing, what a dick."

"Amanda I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Cris I guess this is as good a time as 
any to tell you."

"What Amanda."

"Steve, I'm seeing him."

Cris thought she misunderstood Amanda. "I'm sorry what 
did you say."

"A couple of weeks ago when I found out about Rodney 
and Alain I bumped into Steve. We started talking and 
one thing led to another and well we're seeing each 
other. Please don't be angry. I figured you have Lamar 
now."

Cris didn't know what to say. "No I'm happy for you 
Amanda, really I am."

"Cris give me a call some time maybe we can get 
together for lunch. I've got to run."

Cris knew that would never happen and said goodbye. A 
few minutes later she wondered if Amanda was now living 
with Steve. Living in her old home. A deep pain racked 
her inside as she thought about the happy times with 
Steve. 

When Ann joined Cris later she was quick to pick up on 
Cris' distress.

"Hey sugar what's a matter."

Cris explained how she was upset to learn that her best 
friend was now fucking her X. Cris said she wasn't 
envious of Amanda, but Ann could tell otherwise.

"All men are the same sweetie, there only out after one 
thing and you know what that is."

"Ann I hope that not true, I'm just looking for some 
stability in my life. I want a family and I need a good 
man for that."

"Lamar."

"I do love him, but sometimes I think he keeps things 
from me. Another thing, at first I thought he wanted 
kids, but now I'm not so sure."

"You know I think the world of Lamar, but sugar I have 
to tell you he's not a one woman man. That's my opinion 
and you can take it for what it's worth."

"I sure hope your wrong Ann."

The next day Ann arranged to have lunch with Lamar. 
When Lamar showed up he was pleasantly surprised to 
find Ann deeply engrossed in conversation with a dark 
Latin beauty.

"Hello Ann who is this?"

"Lamar this is Evona."

"Nice to meet you Evona, Ann I believe her eyes are 
greener than yours."

The dick, so predictable, not even thirty seconds have 
gone by and he's hitting on her thought Ann. "They are 
beautiful, but hands off Lamar she married."

Lamar glanced down at Evona's hand and noted the 
wedding band.

"Evona is a real estate agent who is showing me some 
properties around South Beach."

"Have a card?"

"No I left it in my other purse." Evona's eye's never 
left Lamar's. "But I could give you my cell phone 
number." Evona pulled out a pin and started writing 
down her number on a napkin, something she had plenty 
of experience doing.

Ann marveled how easy it was to set up Lamar. Lamar's 
ego was so big he bought the real estate business hook 
line and sinker. The fake ring set the hook. 

"Lamar behave yourself. Evona you better watch him. Now 
would you two please excuse me I have to find the 
ladies room."

Ann waited an appropriate time and returned to the 
table. Evona gave Ann a little wink, indicating that 
the trap had been successfully sprung. Now Ann only had 
to implement phase two.

That evening Lamar called Cris and informed her he 
would be late working and not to wait up. When Ann got 
home she told Cris that she had found a place to live 
and that the three of them should go out and celebrate. 
Cris told Ann about Lamar having to work, but that they 
could make it a twosome. Ann opened a bottle of wine 
and the girls got ready to go out.

By the time the girls were ready to leave the house, 
they were half way done with a second bottle of wine 
and Cris was feeling no pain. Ann had talked Cris into 
wearing a tight fitting black dress. The dress was 
quite short and was squared low across the top, 
accenting her beautiful breasts. 

"Ann you don't think I need a bra?"

"No way sugar and one more thing." Cris was looking at 
herself in the mirror as Ann walked up behind her. Ann 
reached up and pinched Cris' nipples through the thin 
material of the dress.

Cris inhaled deeply as she felt Ann's hot breath on her 
neck. "What else Ann?" Ann dropped her hand to the hem 
of Cris' dress and moved her hand up between Cris' 
legs. Ann deftly slipped her finger between the elastic 
band of Cris' panties and began rubbing Cris' clit.

"Take off your panties."

"Let's not go anywhere Ann." Cris was on the verge of 
cumming.

"Take them off Cris." Cris lifted her hem and pulled 
her thong down and stepped out of it.

"Good girl now let's go." Ann stopped touching Cris 
abruptly.

"Ann you can't leave me in this condition, lets stay 
home."

Pulling Cris to her, Ann gave Cris a long deep kiss. 
Honey this is just the start of the evening. I want you 
wet all night long."

The two women stopped at a club not far from Lamar's 
home. Cris had been there before with Lamar. Outside in 
the parking lot Ann made a brief call, then they 
entered. Lamar never saw them. 

"Cris let's go." Ann took Cris' arm and started pulling 
her to the door.


"Why Ann what's wrong." Ann nodded with her head toward 
the corner.

There in the corner was Lamar laughing and talking with 
another woman. Cris stood frozen in place. Cris 
couldn't believe her eye's as the woman pulled Lamar to 
her and gave him a long deep kiss, her hand working 
it's way to Lamar's lap. Cris felt as if she had been 
kicked in the stomach. Cris pulled at Ann's arm in an 
attempt to confront Lamar.

"Cris lets go sugar there's no point in making a scene, 
talk to him later."

"No Ann, please you don't understand I gave up 
everything for him, how could he."

"Cris forget him now come with me." Ann nearly had to 
drag Cris from the club. Evona had been so good at 
distracting Lamar he never saw Cris and Ann in the 
place at all. 

In the car Cris was hysterical. Cris was so upset that 
Ann was afraid her plan would not succeed. Ann drove 
Cris to another bar were she got Ann a couple of drinks 
and gave her a tranquilizer. The drug wasn't all that 
strong but in combination with the liquor it had the 
desired effect. Cris was soon calm and quite 
intoxicated. Ann tried to console Cris all the while 
giving her plenty to drink. Ann decided to implement 
the second part of her plan.

The second stop was a place Cris had never been to 
before. "Ann this is a gay bar."

"Yes how observant." Ann ordered drinks from the 
bartender, a woman wearing a t-shirt, vest and jeans. 
Hair combed back and very butchie, the bartender gave 
Cris more than a look over. Ann ordered Grey Goose on 
the rocks and the bartender made them doubles.

The music was loud and as Cris' eyes adjusted to the 
light she could make out a couple kissing in a corner 
booth. Cris and Ann took a table near the dance floor. 

"How's the drink."

Cris took a sip, the vodka was straight but smooth. 
"Strong. I need it after what I just saw." Cris eyes 
were half closed as she sipped her drink.

"That's right Cris forget about that asshole sugar. Now 
what do you say to us having some fun."

"I'm up for anything."

Just then the bartender walked up with Ann's change. 
"You've got some change coming."

"Thank you, what's your name? I'm Ann and this is my 
friend Cris. Cris has never been to a place like this."

"That so, my name is Jo, pleasure to meet you." Jo 
shook Ann's hand then Cris', her grip was strong and 
forceful. "Here's your tip, and thanks."

"I tried a woman like that, she was fantastic in bed."

"God Ann is there anything you haven't done." Cris was 
beginning to slur her words even more.

"Lot's of things turn me on sugar, now finish that 
drink." Cris finished her drink, smooth, she didn't 
realize how strong it was. Cris was people watching 
when Ann walked up with another woman. This woman was a 
lot like Jo the bartender, but older, bigger, Cris 
estimated around fifty. Heavy the woman wore her hair 
short, no make up, the look severe.

"Betty this is Cris, the woman I told you about." Betty 
was looking Cris over and hardly seemed to pay 
attention to Ann. Without invitation she sat down, then 
in a remarkably deep voice told Ann she wanted a beer. 
Ann walked back to the bar, leaving Cris alone with 
Betty. Unexplainably nervous Cris took another big 
swallow of vodka.

Ann had been right, Cris was beautiful. When Ann first 
came to Betty with this proposition Betty had been 
apprehensive for several reasons. First's Cris was a 
little old, Betty usually prayed on young teenagers, 
runaways, girls that were vulnerable. Second and most 
important, unlike a runaway Cris could have a 
boyfriend, husband or just friend come looking for her 
if she went missing. Ann assured her no one would come 
looking for Cris. Now Betty was glad she decided to at 
least have a look. Cris was definitely worth the risk. 

"So what you drinking Cris."

"Grey something."

The two just sat there in silence for sometime before 
Ann returned with a beer and another drink for Cris. 
Ann gave the beer to Betty then the drink to Cris, just 
as Cris finished her second vodka. Betty took the glass 
from Cris and looked at Ann with a stern look. "I think 
she's had enough, I don't want her puking all over my 
house. You got a car." This last statement was directed 
to Ann.

"Yes."

"Then you follow us Ann and get your friend over there. 
I want you two out of my house as soon as you get your 
pictures." Betty took Cris' hand and began leading her 
out the door. Cris followed on unsteady legs as they 
navigated through the tables.

"Were are we going," Cris said as Betty half dragged 
her out of the bar.

"We're going to my house for a party."

"Good I like parties," Cris said with a giggle. Betty 
led Cris to an old Nissan pickup with faded orange 
paint. Opening the door Betty helped Cris into the 
cramped seat. As Cris slid in her dress rose up 
revealing her pantiless pussy. Cris parted her legs 
even further as she collapsed in the seat. Cris pussy 
was perfect and Betty couldn't resist the temptation. 
Betty crudely licked her fingers and forced them 
between Cris' legs.

"Hey don't" Cris futilely tried to force her legs 
together but was unable to stop Betty's powerful 
thrust. Betty pushed her two fingers all the way into 
Cris pussy, at the same time rubbing Cris' clit with 
her thumb. 

"I'm testing out my new pussy, my little slut." Betty 
removed her fingers and put them to her lips. "Nice and 
wet, Your friend was right. Very nice."

"I don't want to go with you, were is Ann?" Cris tried 
to climb out of the truck. Betty easily pushed her back 
into her seat and closed the door.

"Just sit still, you'll see your friend in a minute."

Cris was still fumbling with the door when Betty 
climbed into the driver's seat. "Hey I said relax, now 
stop fucking around before you piss me off." Betty's 
loud voice startled Cris and she stopped trying to open 
the door. Minutes later Cris passed out on the drive to 
Betty's.

Picking up her cell phone Ann placed a call. 

"Hello."

"We are on our way, we should be there in five 
minutes."

"About fucking time I've been waiting here for a 
fucking hour."

Ann hung up the phone. What a prick she thought as she 
followed the beat up Nissan. pulling up to the house 
Ann watched as Betty pulled Cris out of the car and 
placing an arm around Cris' waist begin to walk her 
inside. Betty had been right, Cris was seriously drunk 
maybe to drunk for the plan. Just then she heard a car 
door slam.

"I hope you don't expect me to fuck that dike."

"No Rodney, it's the other one." Rodney couldn't make 
the woman out in the low light. Rodney had been 
approached by a big black man regarding some easy 
money. The man had given him Ann's number and told him 
she would provide the details. When Ann told him he 
could make five hundred dollars fucking a good looking 
white woman his decision was easy. Now in the dark of 
night he wasn't so sure.

Rodney and Ann followed the big dike into her bedroom, 
which had the over head light on making the lighting 
conditions harsh. Betty let Cris' limp body fall onto 
the bed. Then rolling her over on her stomach she 
unzipped Cris' dress and pulled it off. Rodney felt his 
cock growing hard with anticipation. The woman lying on 
the bed was good, very good. Betty rolled her over on 
her back and only then did Rodney recognize her.

"Fuck that's Lamar's woman, I don't know about this 
shit. Lamar can be a bad fucker when he's mad."

"Listen I don't know nothing about no Lamar. I want you 
two to do what you came here to do and get out of my 
house. I need my rest." Betty really didn't care what 
they did as long as they did it soon. Betty had plans 
for Cris.

"Okay Betty, okay. Leave us please."

Betty left the room.

"Rodney, look if you don't want to do it I'll just get 
some one else sugar. Lamar isn't going to find out, 
unless you tell him."

"I don't know about this shit." Ann sat on the bed next 
to Cris and licking her finger, rubbed it across Cris' 
slit. Cris began to stir.

'Look at this pussy sugar, you know if the shoe was on 
the other foot Lamar would already be fucking her, but 
it's your decision." Rodney looked on as Ann spread 
Cris dark pussy lips, revealing the pink folds of her 
glistening vagina. Rodney started getting out of his 
cloths.

Cris was only vaguely aware that some one was touching 
her, but it felt good. Then Cris could hear Ann's 
soothing voice.

"Does that feel good honey?" Cris nodded, her eye's 
still closed, as Rodney climbed into bed on the 
opposite side of Ann. Rodney immediately began feeling 
Cris' tits as Ann kept rubbing Cris' clit. Cris' hips 
began undulating slowly as Ann brought her closer and 
closer to orgasm. 

Rodney could hardly wait to fuck Cris. Climbing on top 
of Cris he displaced Ann and started pushing his cock 
into Cris' unprotected pussy. Ann climbed out of bed 
and walked back to her purse and pulled out a small 
digital camcorder.

"Where are you going, there's enough for both of you." 
Rodney was so engrossed in working his swollen cock 
into Cris he didn't see Ann taking pictures.

"I'm not part of the deal sugar. You just fuck her 
good." Ann smiled as she zoomed in on Rodney's cock 
sliding in and out of Cris wet pussy. Cris was 
definitely getting into it now as her legs had 
instinctively come up to allow Rodney greater access. 

"How do you like this black cock baby?" Cris arms had 
now come up to pull Rodney closer. Cris didn't know and 
didn't care in her drunken stupor who was fucking her. 
Animal lust and liquor were driving her now. Ann's 
pussy began to itch as she watched Rodney pumping away. 
Rodney began pumping harder and faster and Ann could 
tell he was getting close to coming. Ann wondered if 
Rodney would inseminate her.

"She wants your baby Rodney give her your baby, cum in 
her, give her your black baby Rodney. Your man enough 
aren't you. Show her Rodney. Show me your man enough."

Ann's comments were like hitting a stallion with a 
cattle prod. Rodney began bucking even harder, pushing 
his eight inches as deep as it would go. "Oh I'm 
fucking man enough, she wants a black baby I'll give 
her a little bastard to remember me by."

Beads of sweat started forming on Rodney's back. Ann 
had indeed spurred him on and she continued. "Rodney 
show me how good you fuck sugar, show Lamar."

Rodney had no idea Ann was filming. Getting up on his 
hands in the push up position he pummeled Cris. Cris 
fingers were digging into Rodney's ass pulling him ever 
deeper. Cris eyes were glassed over and she was fucking 
on pure instinct. When Cris felt Rodney's cock begin to 
expand her cunt muscles began to contract in 
anticipation. Then Rodney's cock plunged all the way 
into Cris' cunt, the tip of his cock head fitting 
perfectly against the opening of her cervix. Rodney 
groaned as his cock discharged directly into Cris' 
fertile womb.

"Fuck yeah, oh fuck I'm fucking cumming so hard. Here's 
that black baby you wanted ho." 

"Cris was whimpering with pleasure as her body 
involuntarily came hard. In moments Rodney had flood 
Cris' womb with his potent seed. Cris was unknowingly 
in the height of her fertility and insemination was 
almost instantaneous. Rodney laid there a while 
breathing deeply. When he turned to speak with Ann she 
was gone. Moments later Betty reappeared, this time she 
was even more unpleasant and insisted he leave 
immediately. Rodney would have like to spend the night 
with Cris, but there was something about the dike that 
was scary. Getting dressed he picked up the envelope 
Ann had placed on the dresser and left.

Locking the door behind Rodney Betty returned to the 
bedroom were she found Cris trying to stand up.

"Were do you think your going?" Betty walked over to 
the bed and pushed Cris back on to the bed.

"I feel so sick, I need to go home."

"You are home, now be still and I'll give you something 
that will make you feel better. Opening the drawer on 
the night stand, Betty pulled out a syringe she had 
prepared earlier. 

"Roll over. Hurry up I don't have all night." With her 
free hand she forced Cris onto her stomach. Betty then 
stuck the needle of the syringe into Cris ass and 
injected the heroin subcutaneously into Cris muscle. 
The effect would come on slow, but ultimately with the 
same effect.

"Ouch, what are you doing, that hurt."

"Shut the fuck up and stand up." Betty grabbed Cris 
long brown hair and pulled her to her feet. Betty then 
dragged Cris to the shower and turned on the cold 
water. Betty then proceed to sit her on the shower 
bench and began scrubbing Cris' body. 

"The last thing I want to do is feel or smell that 
nigger bastard on you. You belong to me now."

Slowly Cris began feeling a warm glow come over her. A 
glow that left her uncaring how ruff Betty was while 
washing her body. Drying her off Betty half carried 
Cris back to the bed. Then betty undressed. Cris tried 
to focus as she watched the older woman remove her bra 
and then her jockey shorts. When Betty kissed her she 
found herself responding. the older woman's breasts 
were flabby and wrinkled, her nipples were like 
weathered leather and yet when the older woman 
commanded that she suck on them she did so happily. The 
rest of the night was like a dream to Cris as the old 
dike repeatedly used her.

Betty got up early the next morning , brewed some 
coffee and walked back into the bedroom. Cris was lying 
nude on her bed. To bad she hadn't made arrangements to 
keep that Ann woman here too. That might have been fun. 
Still what ever the reason Betty was glad for the 
thousand dollars she had received from Ann to keep Cris 
for a few days. Hell she would have done it for 
nothing. As for a few days well that could turn out to 
be weeks or months depending on how cooperative Cris 
became.

Cris woke to the sudden pain of another injection. 
Rolling over Cris looked up and saw Betty looking down 
on her. 

"Where am I."

"How many fucking times you going to ask that bitch. 
I'm not going to say it again, your home and my name is 
Betty. Got that."

Cris felt weak, she wanted to get up and run. Then 
thoughts of Lamar and Ann ran through her mind. The sex 
from the night before seemed like a distant memory. 
Cris looked down at her body and noticed her breasts 
were covered with small red bite marks, some bites 
showing signs of bruising. Cris watched Betty getting 
dressed, unable to think clearly or for that matter 
move. Cris eyes became heavy and she nodded off. Four 
hours later Betty administered another shot.

"In a couple of days my little slut you'll do anything 
for one of these." This time Betty had tied a rubber 
strap around Cris' arm and injected the heroin directly 
into the vein. Cris' eye lids fluttered and her eyes 
rolled back into her head as she felt the powerful rush 
of heroin hit her nervous system. 

That morning Lamar had received an e-mail from Ann. 
Attached was a video showing his friend fucking his 
woman. Lamar was insane with anger. Not only was the 
woman he loved fucking someone else, what made it worse 
was that it was with his friend Rodney. What put Lamar 
over the top was knowing that the whole thing had been 
orchestrated by Ann. Ann's message was particularly 
infuriating:

Dear Lamar attached please find a video of your 
precious Cris fucking your friend Rodney's eye's out. 
Can you imagined someone else satisfying her more than 
you. Rodney can. I'm sure you will forgive her since it 
was just a one night stand and a woman needs 
satisfaction too. Oh did I mention she forgot her 
diaphragm, but look at the bright side that shouldn't 
be a problem, the baby will be black and you all look 
alike. By the way I'll be sending my man by for the 
rest of my money.
LOVE YA
Ann

Rodney walked into the gym at his usual time, the day 
after fucking Cris, he never saw Lamar. Lamar was 
waiting for Rodney in the locker room with an aluminum 
bat from home. The first blow to the back of Rodney's 
head almost killed him. Fortunately for Rodney an off 
duty policeman saw what was happening and stopped Lamar 
before Rodney was more seriously injured. The attack 
and subsequent arrest hit the news and Lamar was 
immediately fired from his job.

Julian was having his daily cup of Cuban coffee and 
toasted bread with butter, as he read the Herald. The 
account was brief and he wondered if what had happened 
to Rodney had anything to do with Ann's request to 
speak with him. That evening Evona, Ann and Julian were 
suppose to get together and he promised himself he 
would ask.

Ann and Evona were already celebrating at Tantra's when 
Julian walked in. The restaurant was dark and exotic. 
Julian found the women in a quite corner in a plush 
booth dinning on Foie Gras for starters and sipping 
Crystal.

"Our man is here at last. Julian sugar, come sit 
between us and have some Champaign. Tonight we 
celebrate victory."

"Why what happened?"

Ann filled in all the details, about how she used 
Rodney and Cris to get back at Lamar. Julian noted Ann 
was absolutely besides herself with joy as she 
described Lamar's arrest and subsequent firing. Julian 
just listened and sipped the expensive Champaign. It 
was later that night back in the room with the two 
women that Julian learned Cris' fate. Evona made an off 
hand remark about Cris. Evona was stroking Julian's 
cock at the time.

"I bet that innocent puta wishes she could get her 
hands on this big cock now. From now on all she get is 
old man pussy."

"Girl what you talking about?"

"Lamar's girl friend, Ann left her with this old dike. 
She one nasty bitch I hear."

"Ann what's she talking about."

Ann was about to wave it off as nothing when Evona 
continued.

"Nasty and mean too. She gets girls hooked on horse and 
when she finishes with them she sells them to pimps. I 
hear the girls not worth much when she done."

"Ann that true?" Ann just shrugged her shoulders.

"Who's the woman Ann?"

"Julian sugar if I didn't know any better I'd swear 
your actually a little concerned for that little slut."

Normally there wasn't much Julian was concerned about, 
especially other peoples bad luck, but Julian's mother 
had died of a heroin overdose shortly after his tenth 
birth day. Julian remembered what his mother had gone 
through and wouldn't wish that life on a dog. Julian's 
meeting with Cris had been brief, but he had like her, 
she hadn't done anything to any one.

'Who's the woman Ann." Julian got up and started 
getting dressed, his appetite for sex gone.

"Christ Julian she just another little slut. Were are 
you going."

"Ann what's the woman's name, now." Julian was getting 
angry.

Ann suddenly grew frightened. Julian was showing a side 
she had never seen before.

"Her name is Betty that's all I know."

"Where does she live."

"I don't know Julian."

Buckling his belt Julian took a step towards Ann.

"Okay, okay, some were in the Grove, I've only been 
there once, but Jo her friend who bartends at the 
Cactus downtown knows were she lives."

Cris heard Betty enter the bedroom. Cris pulled her 
left arm out from under the sheets and offered it up to 
Betty.

"Just four days and the bitch is ready for another hit. 
You want another fix baby?"

It had been over six hours since her last injection and 
Cris was feeling anxious and now her joints were 
hurting a little. The truth of the matter was the last 
four days for Cris were like a dream. Cris had no idea 
how long she had been in Betty house. Betty had been 
injecting Cris every four hours. More than anything 
Betty wanted Cris quite and compliant. The drugs had 
worked better than expected. Betty surmised correctly 
that Cris had gone through a lot emotionally, making 
her even more susceptible to the drugs.

"Yes.'

"Yes what?"

"Yes please Betty."

"Before I give you your shot I want you to do something 
for me, you know what that is don't you?"

"Cris zombie like sat up on the edge of the bed in 
front of Betty. Then without direction began 
unbuttoning Betty's shirt.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound which came 
from the living room. Betty pulled away from Cris and 
started heading to the living room. Betty walked into 
the living room to find a huge black man searching the 
house. Picking up a lamp off a table Betty attacked 
Julian, slamming the lamp into his head.

"You mother fucker I'll teach you to break into my 
house."

Most men would have gone down, but Julian was only 
dazed. Betty pressed on with her attack, kicking with 
all her might at Julian's exposed groin area. Half out 
of it Julian managed to partially block the kick with 
his hand. Still the pain was severe. Betty relentless 
with her attack went for Julian's eyes with her 
fingers. Julian parried her hands away with a sweep of 
his left arm as his right hand shot out crushing 
Betty's larynx and driving her into a wall.

"Were is the fucking girl?"

Betty flailed away, trying to escape the grip which had 
cut off her air. Betty eyes began to bulge as the 
futility of her resistance became apparent. Gesturing 
with her eyes to the hall way and back bedrooms, she 
felt Julian's grip slacken. Betty was planning another 
attack but never had the chance. Julian punched her 
hard with a left hook which left her in a heap on the 
floor unconscious and with a broken nose.

When the door bell rang Steve looked at the clock and 
wondered who in the world could be at the door at four 
in the morning. Amanda stirred, rolled over and went 
back to sleep as Steve got up. Steve went to the door 
and turned on the porch light. Looking out the side 
window he saw a black man holding a half naked woman in 
his arms. The black man kicked at the door with his 
feet.

"Open the door."

Steve hesitated and then in the light noticed that the 
woman was Cris.

"Jesus what happened," Steve exclaimed as he opened the 
door.

"You going to help her or do I take her some place 
else."

"No come in, come in. Put her on the couch."

As soon as Julian placed Cris on the couch Steve 
dropped to his knees and attended to Cris. Cris was 
conscious but barely, at the same time she was very 
agitated.

"She's going to be alright, she just needs some food 
and a bath."

Steve didn't look up, all he could do was look at Cris. 
"Cris honey don't worry I'm here now, I'll take care of 
you baby. Hey mister what happened?" Steve didn't get 
an answer. When he turned the stranger was gone. Steve 
heard a car start and drive off.

"What's she doing here. I hope you don't think she's 
staying here at our house."

"Amanda this is my house."

"Well I'm not staying here with her."

Steve brushed the hair back from Cris' face. "I agree 
with you, get out. I'll bring you your things later. 
Now just go please." 

Over the next couple of days Steve stayed at Cris' side 
every minute. Fortunately, Cris suffered little 
withdraw, good food and rest attended her physical 
needs. Mentally she was a wreck, her ordeal with Betty 
had been traumatic to say the least. The days went by 
and little by little Cris became more able to do things 
for herself. Steve returned to work and returning home 
one afternoon found Cris had prepared dinner. 

The couple ate in silence and after putting away the 
dishes retired to the bedroom. Facing each other Steve 
leaned over and kissed Cris.

"You know I love you Cris, I've never stopped and I 
never will."

"I love you Steve, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that again, this wasn't your fault."

The couple made love that night, the first time in a 
long while. The following days were wonderful for Steve 
and Cris. When Cris missed her period she was certain 
Steve was the father. Cris had no recollection of her 
seduction by Ann and Rodney. 

How Steve and Cris' marriage survived the birth of a 
coal black baby boy was a testament to the strength of 
there love for each other. Between Steve's suspicions 
and the in-laws it had been a rough road. Of course 
Cris believed the child belonged to Lamar. At first 
Steve felt Cris had met up with Lamar after the 
reconciliation. Cris had to point out to Steve that 
Lamar was in jail during this time and that the 
pregnancy must have occurred in spite of the diaphragm. 
It had taken a while but soon Steve grew to accept the 
child and the situation. 

It was six months after the birth of the baby that Cris 
bumped into Alain Rodgers at the mall.

"Cris, Cris Harris is that you?"

Cris wheeled round the baby carriage and came face to 
face with Alain, who was also pushing a baby carriage. 
Alain's eye's trained immediately to the blue-black 
baby in Cris carriage. At the same time Cris too 
noticed the black child in Alain's carriage. It seemed 
like a life time ago but Cris remembered her 
conversation with Amanda. Alain's baby belonged to 
Lamar's friend Rodney.

"Hello Alain how are you."

"Busy Cris, this little boy keeps me plenty busy. How 
about you?"

"The same. How old is your baby Alain?"

"Rodney just turned six months."

"William will be six months in two weeks." 

"Cris I don't mean to meddle, but I noticed your 
wedding ring, are you still married to Steve?"

"Yes." 

"Wow you must have had to do some serious explaining. 
Of course I know about that." Cris tried to smile, but 
didn't think Alain comment was all that funny.

"Oh Cris I want you to meet my husband Rodney. Rodney 
this is my friend Cris." Rodney knew Cris the moment he 
walked up to her, how could he forget Cris after that 
night.

"Cris, I believe we've met before. Lamar, Ann." Just 
then Alain who had bent over to look at William 
exclaimed. "Look, William has a birth mark on his left 
calf just like Little Rodney."

Rodney realized that Cris' baby was his son 
immediately. Rodney could hear Ann just like it was 
yesterday urging him to cum in her white pussy, to make 
her pregnant, to give her a black baby. For Cris seeing 
Rodney and hearing Ann's name brought back minor flash 
backs. The club and Lamar with that woman. The 
bartender dike, the drinks and god, Ann and someone 
else. Then like a light switch the memory of Rodney 
looking down at her, fucking her and Cris wanting him 
to fuck her.

"Alain why don't you take the kid to the car and I'll 
meet you there. Cris and I need to talk." Alain gave 
Rodney a dirty look, but didn't argue and did as she 
was told. Cris began to feel herself tremble.

"Come with me Cris." Cris pushing the baby followed 
Rodney into a quite corner of the store.

"Your husband know about me being the father?"

Cris nodded no. Rodney reached put to touch Cris waste 
and she backed up against the wall.

"Don't."

"Don't what touch you or don't tell your husband."

Cris froze, the ramifications of the question readily 
apparent.

"That's better," Rodney said as he let his finger rub 
the button of Cris' nipple through her blouse. 

"That's nice, see how hard your nipple is getting, I 
bet that pussy of yours is already getting wet thinking 
about this black cock." Rodney took Cris hand and 
placed it on his swollen member. Cris was in a panic 
she didn't know what to do.

"Excuse me sir, I believe your wife is waiting for 
you." A store clerk said with a rather disgusted look 
on her face.

Rodney removed his hand and so did Cris. 'Thank you, 
would you mind telling her I'll be right along. The 
clerk didn't move.

"What's your address Cris?"

Cris knew she had no choice, Rodney would get the 
address sooner or later. Giving him the address, Cris 
added, "My husband is out of town, why don't you come 
by today."

"I'll be there in one hour." Cris was shaking as she 
watched Rodney walk away.

"Ms I think you better leave, right now please." Cris 
tried to gather her composure, embarrassed and 
humiliated she left the store.

Julian sipped his coffee as he read the Harold.

"Senior your bread."

"Thank you Juana." The older Cuban woman had been 
bringing him Cuban bread and Cafe con Leche for the 
last year. Julian had developed a serious liking for 
the traditional Cuban breakfast. Now he found it hard 
to begin his day with out it. 

Dunking his bread he looked down on the article again. 
Cris Harris, could it be. Julian often wondered what 
happened to the beauty. This Cris Harris had just shot 
and killed an intruder. The police were investigating, 
but it looked like self defense. Maybe one day he would 
look in on her. Savoring the coffee soaked bread, 
Julian turned to the sport section.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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