The Crack of Dawn

I've wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don't really know how or where to start. So I'll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt, the passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I'd never before dreamt of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a scuzzy tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom with the All-American family.

First, a paragraph about me. My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, 5'-5" tall, 120 pounds, nice perky tits that aren't all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blond hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I've been told. I have two kids: Ryan, 22, and his sister Gina, just not quite a year older. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After Dad left we were a pretty close family unit, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and being so close in age. Gina looks like me, with similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we've all drifted apart some in recent years.

I've dated a few men off and on, but there was never any magic and they usually didn't click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated a few younger guys but that got old pretty quick. I am a manager at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested talking with a young person who can't name the four Beatles.

So as you can see, for a number of years my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I'm about to tell you...how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life...began a few months ago.

-

I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She's an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting straight up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon like mine, hers is what she calls 'ebony chaos'. I find it stunning. I've known her for years, but we've become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum's vendors so we've had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is also divorced and has a son who goes to college on a basketball scholarship.

One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn't have a man in her life...evidently her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man problem...so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything...it was okay to say anything to her and she'd be right there with me. We'd look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they had on their heads backwards, whatever. We'd laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We'd laugh it up, then say good night and go home.

We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we'd dated, you name it. While I'd tried relationships with younger guys that didn't work out, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route and just pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we'd see at the pub became more and more graphic.

One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College.

"You know what we ought to do?" she said. "Take that boy home and fuck his lights out."

I was shocked when I heard her blurt this. It was new ground for us. "What? You can't be serious," I said. "He's probably our sons' age."

"That don't make no difference, girl," she replied, shocked at my naïveté. "Every young man's fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!"

I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. "You have to be kidding, that boy?"

"Could be that boy, could be another, whoever. I'm just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?"

Ronni could tell I was embarrassed. She said, "Oh girl, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just here we are, two hot lookin' salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out... they probably all wanna fuck us...and we always goin' home alone. Seems like if it's there for the takin', we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?"

I chuckled uneasily and demurred.

Ronni glanced at her watch, it was getting late. "Well, let me tell you. Usually girl's night is girl's night, but tonight I'm making an exception. I don't need a steady man in my life, I had one of those and it didn't add up to much. But I do like some young cock every now and then and that young man, who probably has one, is making eyes. If you won't help me out I'll have to do it on my own." She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin. Then she said, "I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I'll have to settle for college boy one-on-one." Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. "Good night, Dawn," she said. "I'll call you tomorrow."

She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. Fifteen seconds later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door.

I hurriedly finished my drink and called the waitress to pay our bill. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn't sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up College Boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni's bed. I fucked myself.

-

"I'm sorry," Ronni said when she finally called the following night. "I'm sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn't miss much, sista, that boy didn't know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally I just used his face for a dildo 'til I came and then sent him on his way. What a dink!"

"You just told him to leave?" I asked.

"No, girl, I just walked out. I didn't take that boy home, if I did that I'd never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street from the bar. Was hopin' to get you down there too but that didn't happen."

"I'm sorry." That was all I could think to say.

"You sorry alright, that's for sure," she replied. There was a pregnant pause. Then she continued. "Look, I'm sorry too, but sometimes I get horny and need to get off. Last night was one of those nights. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"I wasn't offended. I guess I was just taken by surprise. I liked your kiss."

"You did? Oh Thank God, Lord knows I've wanted to kiss you for so long."

"You have?" I asked with genuine surprise.

"Girl, what planet are you living on? I'm been comin' on to you and dreamin' about sinkin' my face into the crack of Dawn for I don't know how long! I know you're not a prude, so what gives..."

There was another long pause. Then Ronni said, "Listen Dawn, sit tight, I'm coming over. I'm bringing drinks."

I sat tight.

-

"So you've never had sex with a woman?" Ronni asked as she poured our daiquiris from a plastic jug. We had resumed our discussion and were seated side-by-side on the sofa. "But you liked our kiss?"

"No, I never really had sex with a woman, I always had a boyfriend. Fooled around a little, that's all. But yes, I liked your kiss very much," I said. "When I got home I masturbated thinking about you and that college boy. But mainly about you."

Ronni liked that. She went on to tell me that every now and then she'd rent a hotel room and then go out to a bar, pick up a young guy, sometimes two, and take them back to the room and take them around the world. Then she'd leave.

"But last night..." she said. " I planned on it being both of us. I thought if we could share a man maybe we would..." Her voice trailed off. "May I kiss you again?" she asked. Yes!

We kissed, her large mouth taking me in, our tongues plunging, dancing, swirling, our arms clutched, our bodies close. I felt my nipples harden against her, I felt my pussy swell. I felt her hand between my legs.

When our lips parted I said, "I should have been with you last night..."

"Yes!" she said. "I wish you had been there. It would have been fucking awesome." She started talking dirty. "You ever eat pussy and get fucked at the same time...?"

"Kiss me again," I said, pulling her face to mine.

We kissed long and deep. It felt good. Our hands roamed a little, I felt her breasts and fine ass but I was still so uptight. Ronni was smoother, and as the kiss went on her hand eased open my pants, her fingers parted my slimy lips and massaged my underused clit. I adjusted my hips, aiding her access, helping it happen. Her fingers delved deep inside me, pulling out an orgasm that had been buried inside me forever and I came with a gush.

I shuddered and shook as I recovered, and Ronni covered me with kisses. She tried like hell to get me naked and into bed but I resisted. What had happened was unexpected and wonderful but I was uneasy... What was next? I'd fucked a number of guys before but this was uncharted waters for me, this was a woman! Ronni was disappointed that she didn't get me in the sack, but she seemed to understand. She told me just to do what felt right, what felt natural, it would all work out. There's no instruction book.

We shared a long kiss at my front door and I felt her firm breasts pressing into mine, her hands squeezing my ass. As she was leaving I already knew we would be lovers. I just had to get used to the idea.

About twenty minutes later I was getting ready for bed and the phone rang. It was Ronni and she asked me out on a date, dinner on Tuesday night. I accepted of course.

On Tuesday she picked me up and we had dinner at a nice seafood restaurant, with nice easy conversation about just about everything except what was happening between us, and some nice piano music as a backdrop. After dinner we walked down by the lake and sat on a bench. We held hands and kissed a couple times. When she took me home we kissed goodnight on my front porch. I asked her in but she said no, not tonight, the time wasn't right. I asked her when the time would be right. She just said not to worry, that when I was finally ready for some black pussy we'd both know it.

Then she asked me out on another date. Friday night, I'll pick you up at seven. I said fine, what are we going to do?

"It's a surprise," she said.

-

"So where are you taking me?" I asked after I'd gotten into the passenger side of Ronni's sedan and we'd kissed hello.

"Girl, We're going to a party. A party guaranteed to get our love buttons enlarged."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"It's a sex party. Anything goes. You can watch or get involved or jerk off, whatever makes you happy. All girls. Well, mostly all girls, anyway."

"What does that mean? I don't know about this..."

"Oh come on, Dawn, you gonna love this. Big bunch of women, all ages, watching male dancers gyrate around taking off their clothes and flopping their dicks in our faces."

I laughed nervously and said, "I swear you are a bad influence on me!"

"Well, God knows I'm tryin' to be, if you'd just cooperate! Let it go, girl, this will be fun."

She hauled my ass over there and we went inside. The place was pretty big, a meeting hall of some kind, with some rectangular tables filling up with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. We got a pitcher of drinks at the bar and took them to two seats on the end of one table near the left side up front.

In a few minutes the houselights dimmed, the spots came on and the pulsating music began. Strobe lights flashed. Then out onto the floor came Batman and Robin. In full costume from their masks to their capes to their gloves to their boots. And they were incredible dancers, swerving and curving to the raucous beat. All the girls were hooting and hollering at them, moving with the beat, shouting out all kinds of encouragement and a list of all the things they'd like to do to them. After a few minutes of that they jumped down from the risers on the other side of the room and Batman pulled an embarrassed middle-aged woman out of her seat and walked her up to Robin. Soon this lady was unsnapping some until-then unseen snaps along Robin's side, and in a heartbeat, off came Robin's shirt. A hundred women screamed. Then Batman danced over our way and when he was about ten feet away he pulled a young ebony hottie up by the hand and she helped him out of his shirt and now we had two topless superheroes dancing at opposite ends and all the women were getting louder and hornier.

"All right," Ronni shouted, "Batman likes the sistas! That is one twerky motherfucker!"

Soon, across the way Robin's tights were coming off with help from a chunky blonde and he was dancing only in a mask, a cape, and his boots. Oh, and a skimpy, stringy, black and white striped thong that barely contained what looked to be a rather large slab of meat.

But I soon lost all interest in Robin because now Batman was just four seats away and his tights were being peeled away by a young Asian girl. Once the tights were off, Batman was reduced to a mask, cape, boots, gloves and...his little black and white-striped thong. And dangling on a string from the front of the thong was a whistle! Stripped down, Batman was dressed as a referee! Well, that Asian girl burst out laughing but in about a second and a half she was on her knees in front of Batman and was blowing his whistle. Soon there was whistling coming from over in Robin-land too. Batman eased closer to our table and soon another gal was blowing, then a third, a fourth and so on. Batman was kissing one girl, another one was blowing his whistle and a third one was running her fingers all over his bare ass. And Batman kept moving to the beat with sexy agility.

My eyes were on his little referee suit, because it was obvious Batman was very well-endowed, and his meaty mass was growing inside that little pouch. And of course before long some chick was brave enough to yank it off and out popped his massive member. It was only half erect but still it was huge. As we watched, he moved toward us while receiving various kisses and licks, and soon his cock was long, thick and hard. I'd say Batman was about five-eleven or maybe six feet tall, but he was thin and that rod looked like a horse dick on his lean frame. He paused before an embarrassed-looking woman on the other side of Ronni. The woman touched the purple monster tentatively, then gave it a dainty kiss and backed away. Batman kept his gyrations going and soon was standing right in front of Ronni.

He was shaved clean, and above his cock, slightly to the right was a tattoo of a woman's lips. Ronni reached over and touched him there and rubbed gently. It was real. As the music pumped and the crowd watched and waited, Ronni looked up at Batman standing before her and held up one finger, asking us all to wait a second. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a lipstick, opened it and slathered it on her plump lips. Ruby red. Then she handed it to me.

Ronni took his cock in her hands and looked up at Batman's face. He gave her a little nod. Then she pressed her face to his groin and kissed him. She did this three more times, on his thighs and scrotum, each impression of her lips a shade lighter than the last. Then she grabbed the lipstick from me, reapplied it to her lips, and handed it back to me. She looked at me, pointed at the lipstick in my hand and then touched my lips and winked. Then she started licking that long dick up and down the shaft. Then she took it into her mouth.

I watched with amazement as she sucked him. Amazed at how she could take something that large into her mouth. And I tensed up. I might be next!

Inch by inch that cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Girls were screaming encouragement over the loud music. Ronni's hands were on Batman's ass and Batman's gloved hands were behind her head. Only two inches to go.

Batman's hips swayed gently as he swung his groin into her. Then suddenly he put a little extra into it and pulled her head toward him and there she was, her lips resting on his skin, his whole cock inside her mouth and throat. They grinded into one another for a moment or two, and then gradually he pulled his baton back out and everyone around was screaming and broke into applause when they saw that monster re-emerge from her mouth. There was a bright red ring around the base of his cock.

Ronni looked at me and smiled. I must have had eyes the size of saucers because I felt like I was in a daze after what I'd just witnessed. That was the biggest turn-on I'd ever seen and my panties had just been filled with a river of juice. I just wanted to take her home so she could put her sexy mouth on me.

"Your turn, girl!" she said. She took the lipstick from my hand and applied it to my lips. "You gonna suck Batman!"

Batman sidled over in front of me, his cock in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. When he did I pulled his ass to my face and ground a hard kiss into his left butt cheek. Then I kissed him again on the right. He had two red souvenirs from Dawn. The girls hooted and loved it.

Then that big cock was right in front of my face. He moved closer, I took it in my left hand and kissed it, licked it. Then I put my mouth around the head, took in an inch or two. I wasn't going to try and do what Ronni had done, I'd probably choke and die if I tried that. Ronni had one hand between my legs and the other massaging my back. I reached down and squeezed her hand as I felt Batman's gloved hands behind my head, pulling me closer, and I felt another couple inches of his cock slip into my mouth.

I reached for him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, my fingertips in his crack. We developed a rhythm together, his mid-section swinging back and forth, his cock swinging in and out of my mouth , going in pretty far, maybe a few inches, then back out, and again, over and over, me giving him head as best as I knew how. I was thinking it must be a let-down to him after Ronni, but he seemed to be into it.

Inadvertently my middle finger slipped into his asshole, and with the cadence of our movements, with each thrust it slipped a little further in. Then the thrusts became harder, and my finger went deeper. I became aware of the crowd clapping and chanting to our rhythm, GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO, so I became bolder and sunk my whole finger into his ass and let it dance. Then I realized, oh shit, I'm not sucking Batman's dick, I'm not giving Batman a blow job, I'm not giving Batman head! No, it's some kid with a big dick and a Batman suit and he's fucking me in the mouth!