Adventures of Sarah Ch. 13

Hank carried the table and chairs out onto the deck as Denise had asked. He saw the kids coming out of the shed with Sarah. Tyshawn and Jesse had on black swim trunks that looked pretty good on them. They both had removed their shirts and Hank saw the glistening black skin accentuated by the youthful look of defined muscle. The contrast was incredible as they followed the blonde cheerleader across the yard. They all walked over to the pool and sat down. Hank saw them talking and then saw Karen pull her sundress up and off. She had on a white striped bikini that was absolutely smoking. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her top looked to be barely able to hold her young tits. The bikini bottom was tight and hugged her perfect ass nicely. Hank saw her throw the dress and hit Tyshawn in the face and then turn and jump into the pool.

Hank turned back and headed into the house. Denise was now tossing a large salad in a bowl. He watched as she handled herself perfectly in the kitchen. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time in here. She looked happy but he wondered. He plopped back onto his stool and took a swig of his beer.

"Thank you Mr. Jackson, that was a big help. I am almost done here. All we really have left to do is grill the meat. I could use your help with that if you don't mind. I really don't use the grill too often and I'm not very good at it." Mrs. Smith said.

Hank listened to her and noticed she said the last part in sort of a little girl voice. If he didn't know better he would guess she was flirting with him. She put her lips into a little pout as she said it. She looked incredibly cute when she did that and he immediately knew where Karen got her talents from.

"No problem Denise. I would be glad to help you with that." Hank said and smiled.

"You are such a nice man. I never thanked you enough for what you did for Karen yesterday. It's hard to find school people that care so much anymore." Mrs. Smith said.

"Believe me, it is a pleasure to work with kids like Karen. She is a sweetheart and I was happy to help." Hank said and chuckled inside as he realized how different his statement would be if she had known exactly how he had "worked " with her daughter.

Mrs. Smith finished the salad and picked up the bowl.

"Mr. Jackson, can you open the refrigerator for me?" Mrs. Smith said.

"On one condition." He said.

She froze and looked at him, uncertainly in her eyes.

"If you drop the Mr. Jackson stuff and call me Hank." He said.

"Oh, ok, if you insist...Hank." She said and smiled in relief.

Hank opened the door of the refrigerator and she bent over to put the bowl in. He looked down and saw her soft, round ass bent over in front of him. He smiled; he loved it when white women were bent over. That was his favorite position and he wondered if he was going to be able to get this fine lady in that position again before the day was done.

Denise stood up and turned to face Hank. He was still holding the door open and she was trapped between his arms. She paused a second and looked at him. She saw something different in his eyes, it was kindness but it was also something else, sort of a fire or electricity.

She felt herself shudder as a spark ran through her. He stepped back and let her out. She shook her head as she thought she had certainly misread that look. He was a professional and she was a boring housewife. He would never have an interest in someone like her.

Hank saw her shudder as she looked at him and he smiled. Yes, this would end up exactly as he had hoped when he first laid eyes on the gorgeous white mother. This woman would be tasting his cock before the day was through. If he played his cards right he could be plugging that pussy before dinner. He followed her back to the island. He picked up his beer and finished it.

She was at the sink running water with her back to him. He stared at her long legs as they disappeared under her denim skirt. His eyes followed up her legs, over her ass and then to the small piece of skin peeping out between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt.

He thought that was incredibly sexy. He saw she had on a bra as he could make out the straps through the back of her shirt. He could also tell that it was a front clasp as the strap in the back was smooth. He filed that little piece of info away for later.

"Hank, it looks like the kids have suits and they are taking advantage of the pool." She said as she peered out of the kitchen window.

Hank got up and walked over to her. He stood behind her and looked over her shoulder through the window. He saw Karen and Jesse splashing around in the pool. Sarah was lying on a lounge. He noticed she had removed her shirt and skirt and was in a white bikini. He would have to check that one out closer later.

Tyshawn was lying on a lounge next to her. He saw Jesse swim up next to Karen and she squealed. He swam away quickly and she tried to follow him, splashing lots of water. Hank could only imagine what Jesse was doing under the water.

Hank continued to lean over her to see out the window. He felt his crotch touch her ass as he leaned forward. He wondered how she would react. He held himself still and she leaned forward to put the plug in the sink. As she did so she bent over slightly, pushing her ass into him. He pushed forward slightly. She held the pressure and Hank knew it was now only a matter of time.

"They look like they are having a lot of fun." Hank said.

"Yes, they are. It's nice you could bring the boys over. Karen never really has anyone her own age to hang with around here." Denise said.

Hank pushed into her more as he leaned closer to the window to look at the kids. He felt her body trapped between him and the counter. She did not react and reached for a dish in the water.

"The boys are enjoying it also. They don't have this sort of stuff where they live." Hank said.

"That's too bad, you bring them here any time you like." Denise said.

"I just might do that, but only if I can come too." Hank said.

"That's fine, Hank, you can come anytime you like." Denise said.

Hank heard her pause on the word "come" and he knew exactly what she meant. He could read women very well but it would take an idiot to not realize that this one was screaming at him to take her. He reached around and touched her stomach with his left hand. He heard her draw in a breath.

"But wouldn't your husband mind if I was to be dragging a bunch of kids over here all the time?" Hank asked.

"No, not at all, he loves kids, he loves to just sit and watch them." She replied.

"Does he like to sit and watch you?" Hank said and slid his hand up under her shirt over her tight stomach.

"Yes, as a matter of fact he does." She replied.

Hank put his right hand on her stomach also and ran both hands up her shirt. She rinsed a dish and put it in the drainer. She reached for another dish.

"What sort of stuff does he like to watch you do?" Hank asked as his hands reached her bra.

"Pretty much everything, even wash dishes." She said and pushed her ass into him slightly.

Hank got the message loud and clear and squeezed her massive tits through her bra. She flinched and drew in another breath. He saw her lean her head back and stop washing the dish. She held onto the dish and the rag but leaned back against him.

"I can understand that, you are a beautiful woman." Hank said as he ran his fingers along the top of her bra, bringing a soft moan from her.

Hank pushed her breasts together and then touched the front clasp. He expertly popped it free and he felt the material draw back quickly. He felt the warm skin of her tits under his hands. He could feel her nipples and they were rock hard.

"What other stuff does he like to watch you do?" Hank asked as he massaged her huge tits.

Hank squeezed her nipples with his fingers and she moaned again. He lifted her tits with his hands and he thought he had felt very few breasts in his life that could compare with these. He moved his hands down and he could tell they did not sag. He pushed up on them and they were soft yet very firm. He squeezed them again.

"What do you like to watch?" Hank asked.

"What do you mean?" He heard her respond.

"Well, do you like to watch your daughters swim?" Hank asked and slid his left hand down her stomach as his right hand moved across both tits.

"I guess so, I do love to sit by the pool." She said.

Hank could only imagine what it must be like to walk out and see her and her three daughters all sitting next to the pool in bathing suits. He thought that was pretty much what heaven must be like. He touched the top of her skirt and then ran his hand down her side.

"Do you like watching your daughters swim with boys?" Hank said as he saw Karen at the edge of the pool with her arms on the deck.

"What do you mean?" he heard her say.

"What is your daughter doing now?" Hank asked.

"She is leaning against the edge of the pool talking to Miss Johnson." Denise said.

Hank ran his hand down her side until he touched the bare skin of her leg.

"What is Jesse doing?" Hank asked.

He felt her lean forward a bit to look closer. He slid his hand up under the back of her skirt.

"He is behind her." She said.

"Yes, is he doing anything?" Hank asked as his hand slid over her ass.

He felt her lace panties beneath his fingers.

"No, he is just standing there." She said.

"Can you see his hands?" Hank asked and slid his right hand out from under her shirt and down under her skirt.

"No, they look to be in the water." She said.

"Yes, they are, and I would venture to guess that his hands are inside your daughter's bathing suit right now." Hank said as he slid her skirt up over her ass.

"What do you mean?" Denise said and pushed her ass back into his hands.

"I mean he is got his fingers in her pussy and his hands on her sweet little ass." Hank said.

He heard her moan as he slipped his finger between her legs. He did not know if she was moaning from what he was doing or imagining what Jesse was doing to her daughter. He pulled her panties aside and slipped his finger into a very wet pussy. He felt her push back again and he moved back a little. She was now leaning over the counter with her ass sticking out towards him. He yanked her panties down her legs and watched them gather at her ankles. He saw her lift her leg and step out of them.

Hank pushed her legs open and knelt down behind her. He looked at a smooth, glistening pussy open in front of his eyes. He moved forward and licked right up her slit, tasting her sweet juice. He heard her moan and flinch as his tongue met her opening.

"Would your husband like to watch this?" Hank asked as he licked up her wet slash again.

"Oh yes, he would love this." She said.

Hank smiled as he realized he had hit the mother lode again. His little girl slut Karen had an equally hot mother and the dad liked to watch. He could not believe his luck as he lapped at the best tasting pussy he had ever found.

"Oh God, please keep talking." Hank heard her say.

Holy shit, not only was she hot she was a little kinky. Hank stood up and loosened his pants. He slid them down and his cock popped out and slapped her ass.

"Did you feel that?" Hank asked.

"Yes." She responded in a breathy voice.

"This cock was buried in your little girl's cunt just yesterday." Hank said.

"Oh no, Karen isn't like that." She said and pushed back against him.

"I am afraid she is, she is hooked on black cock and I am thinking she has one pushing against her ass right now." Hank said as he held his cock against her moist hole.

Hank glanced out the window and saw Jesse pushed up tight against Karen. She was still talking to Sarah but Hank could see Jesse was holding the sides of the pool on either sides of her.

He watched Karen closely and he saw she was moving up and down slightly. Hank knew Jesse was again in her hot little snatch. Hank reached forward and grabbed Denise's hair and pulled her head up.

"Look out the window, look at your little girl. She has a black cock up her sweet little pussy right now. Notice how she is moving up and down." Hank said as he held her head towards the window.

He waited as he saw her looking. He could tell when she focused and saw her daughter. He could also tell when the realization hit her that Jesse was drilling her from behind in the pool. Just as he felt her understand he drove his cock up her hot hole.

"Oh God, yes, oh fuck, that feels so good." Denise said with a squeal.

Hank held himself against her soft ass. He could not believe how hot this looked. He was balls deep in this fucking smoking woman as she watched her own daughter getting fucked. Hank grabbed her hips and began to get his money's worth. He pulled out and then drove it back home. Her pussy grabbed him like a glove, not virgin tight like Karen had been but tight enough to squeeze his cock as he slid in and out. He loved the way her tight ass jiggled as he hit it on the downstroke. He drove it deep and held it there.

Denise felt the huge cock drilling her from behind. She had thought about this since she met this man yesterday. She knew she would probably fall to him as soon as he shook her hand. She tried to be the good housewife but she was weak. Thankfully her husband realized that she was unable to keep her legs closed when a man knew how to handle her and this man was definitely handling her. She looked back though the window. Hank was right. Karen was getting fucked right there in the pool. She could not stop watching as Hank continued to hammer her from behind.

Hank felt his orgasm growing and he tried to slow down. This pussy felt so good he wanted to make this last. He held himself in her but she pushed back and moved her hips, trying to draw him deeper. That did it, his cum blasted out of his cock and bathed her insides. Hank held on as his balls emptied in the beautiful blonde housewife. He felt the last spurt leave and his cock start to shrink. He held her hips and tried to stay inside her as long as possible. Denise felt the warm spunk hit her deep in her womb. Well, she really didn't feel it more like she felt the sudden warmth and she knew what that meant. What she did feel was his cock spasm within her as he filled her with his seed. She would have to get her panties back on quick or she was sure she would leak cum all over her clean floor. She felt him pulling back and she reached down quickly for her panties. She stepped back into the leg and pulled them up as fast as she could. As quick as she was, she still felt a large glob of cum leave her pussy and start to run down her leg.

Hank saw her pulling up her panties and he knew what she was doing. It would not be very hospitable for the kitchen floor to be full of cum. He knelt down and saw the large river flowing down her inner thigh. He reached over and scooped it up in his hand. He ran his hand up her leg to her panties and gathered the cum. He stood up and looked at her. She was smiling at him as he stood there. Hank dipped his finger into the pool of cum in his hand . She watched his finger as it moved to her mouth. She instinctively opened her mouth and sucked the cum off his finger.

Hank continued to feed her until his hand was empty. He took the rag from her hand and wiped his hand off. She was just standing there looking at him. He knew that last move had probably thrown her for a loop. He was sure no one had ever fed her cum, much less in her own kitchen. He then noticed her tits were still free beneath her shirt. He could clearly see her nipples as they pressed into the shirt. He pulled her shirt up and grabbed her bra. He closed the clasp and adjusted her breasts in the bra. He lowered her shirt.

"Now, where is this meat we have to grill." Hank said with a smile.

Denise tried to clear her head. She tried to talk but couldn't form the words. She simply pointed to the refrigerator. Hank smiled at her and opened the door. He saw a platter of meat covered with plastic wrap. He pulled it out and placed it on the island. He looked and she was looking at him with a strange look on her face.

"Did you really have sex with Karen?" She asked in a shaky voice.

Hank knew he was caught in a dilemma and the only way out was to go for the truth and hope it would work out. He formed the next few words carefully as he knew this moment would determine how far this would go and how long this day would last.

"Yes, I am afraid I did. It was instinctive and happened rather quickly. I am sorry." Hank said.

"No, no, don't apologize. Karen is a big girl and obviously she has good taste. I just never knew she was sexually active and she usually tells me everything." Mrs. Smith said.

"I don't think she was sexually active before yesterday." Hank said calmly.

"Oh, I see. Was it you?" She said.

"No, it was Tyshawn." Hank said.

"Did she...like do it with all of you?" She said.

"Yes, maam, she did." Hank said.

"Oh my, I see...I guess." She said.

Hank could tell she was having trouble accepting that her sweet virginal daughter had given up her innocence to three black guys all in the same day. He stared at her. Her eyes were focused on him and her mouth looked like it wanted to ask more questions. Hank walked over and stood in front of her. He pushed the few blonde hairs out of her face and touched her soft cheek.

"Denise, your daughter is a wonderful girl. She is a sweetheart and those two boys are nice boys. This situation sort of just happened quickly but I think it will turn out ok. Karen is very happy and those boys worship her." Hank said.

Mrs. Smith looked at him, questions still on her face. Hank turned her around and faced her towards the window. She looked out and saw Jesse pulling Karen out of the pool. Karen's long hair was loose and draped over her back.

Jesse led her over to a lounge and Denise watched as Karen turned and kissed Jesse deep. She saw the small white hands roam over his strong back. She saw Karen pull back and she saw Jesse kiss her on the forehead and then lower her onto her lounge. Karen laid back and Jesse moved to the end of the lounge. She saw him kneel down and then take Karen's foot in his hand. He was massaging it. She saw him say something and Tyshawn tossed a bottle to him.

She saw Jesse squeeze lotion into his hand and then start to rub it into Karen's foot and leg. Hank watched Denise as she observed the scene between Jesse and her daughter. He could feel her relaxing as she realized Karen was indeed happy. Hank ran his hands around to her tight stomach again and he felt her take a quick breath. He ran his hands down the front of her and pulled her skirt up. He slid his hand under and into her panties. He felt the heat from her pussy as he found her clit. She moaned as he flicked his finger across the swollen bud. He felt her push back against him. He ran his finger lightly over her clit and then down to her moist slit. He ran back up again and squeezed her clit between his fingers.

Denise watched as her daughter received a loving massage from the young black man. She remembered how that felt as she looked. She wished she was there in her place and then felt Mr. Jackson's hand pull up her skirt. She thought for a split second that she should stop all of this but that flew out of her brain instantly when she felt him flick her clit with his finger. It felt incredible. She had not had an orgasm for at least two weeks. Stan had been out of town over a week and she had just recovered from her time of the month. She still felt funny masturbating and only resorted to that in extreme times.

Hank rubbed her clit in circles and he could tell she was getting close. Her moans were closer and closer together and her head was hanging down. He continued to rub on her and ran his other hand across her tight ass and thigh. He felt her flinch a little and then a small squeal escaped with a moan.