An Unlikely Outcome

She didn't understand the powerful emotions making her heart seem to swell at the mere thought of him. She'd only met him the day before, yet she felt as if she'd known him all her life and she though she knew he was close, she wanted him to be there with her.

Had their intense physical coupling done something to her, she wondered? She'd had sex a few times before, but never with the powerful intensity she'd felt when coupling with the twisted old black man. Their joining had been more physically, psychologically and emotionally powerful than anything she'd experienced in her entire short life.

She blushed and squeezed her thighs together at the remembered feeling of his enormous member twitching as he came inside her when they'd had sex in the shower. She remembered the intense look of lust in his eyes when he looked up the breadth of her body while his thick tongue was laved the skin around her aching clit.

Sara filled their plates, glancing at the door to the living room and hearing the old black couple's murmured conversation. She couldn't make out what they were saying but she could tell they weren't arguing and there were no strong emotions being thrown around.

She scooped scrambled eggs bacon and hash browns onto two plates, found coffee and orange juice and set them on the small kitchen table across from each other.

Never in her life had she felt so relaxed. Her loins throbbed from hard use and she knew she'd be sore there for days but she felt happy. A pleasant lethargy weighed her limbs and her lungs seemed strangely capable of drawing in so much more air than before.

Before this day, she would've honestly said she was happy, but right now, at this moment, she felt happier than she ever had and she couldn't possibly define why.

Sitting down at the small table, she looked at the door, wishing the old man would shuffle in, leaning on his cane, his wrinkled and worn old face scrunched into a wide smile, his mischievous deep-set dark eyes gleaming with delight at seeing her.

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. Never in her life would she have ever thought she'd feel that way about a decrepit old black man. She was young and beautiful and had her whole life ahead of her, yet right now at this moment, she stared at the door, anxious and aching to see her lover's age-ravaged face as soon as possible.

Less than a minute later, the door opened and the old couple shuffled in.

Hollis sat across from her and the old woman sat between them.

The whole scenario was surreal for Sara. They ate companionably while the old married couple chatted unconcernedly as if none of the events of the previous night or that morning had ever happened. The old black woman seemed unconcerned that their young blonde guest and her old black husband had been rutting like animals upstairs less than an hour before.

Mostly they asked her about herself and before long she gave them her entire life story. Not that there was much to tell.

Sara found out that they'd won a lottery several years before. Not THE lottery, a lottery. They had enough that they didn't need to worry about money for the rest of their lives, even after sharing with their loved ones and contributing to a good number of charities. So as not to draw attention to themselves, they continued living as they always had, as if barely beyond their means.

An hour later, after washing all the dishes and pans and putting everything away, Sara knew it was time to go.

The tall old woman stood, stepped in close, wrapped her arms around her in a firm smothering hug and kissed her cheek fondly. Her enormous breasts squeezed warmly against her smaller ones and her flowery scent surrounded her like a fragrant cloud.

"You welcome to come back and take Hollis off my hans any time," she said matter-of-factly, looking at her husband with a tolerant smile.

"He'll leave me alone fo a little while now that you taken care o' him dis moning," she continued pleasantly.

Releasing her, she pushed her towards the old man who limped to meet her.

Gripping the blonde girl's firm ass cheeks with both twisted bony hands, pushing her loins against his, he caught her lush lips with his and kissed her passionately, prodding at her lips with his tongue.

Sara glanced sideways at the old woman, expecting to see anger or resentment or something, but all she saw was tolerant fondness on her face, as if she didn't really care.

It was a confusing situation but she shrugged, closed her eyes, opened hour mouth and met the old man's tongue with her own with a soft moan of pleasure.

She kissed him passionately and unreservedly, with a depth of feeling she'd never felt towards anyone ever before. She felt renewed arousal as his hardening ember pushed against her loins and the thought of leaving weighed heavily on her. She didn't want to leave, but she knew if she stayed whatever spell she was under would take over her life. She had to leave.

Breaking away from him, she grabbed her stuff and ran out of the house.

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When It Rains, It Pours

Part 2

7-Eleven

Sara's life went back to normal. As a substitute teacher, she was called upon to step in whenever a teacher called in sick or wasn't able to make it for whatever reason.

After her experience with the would-be sexual assaulters, her heart jumped with joy whenever she thought she saw Hollis, even out of the corner of her eye. She would straighten and gasp whenever a person of color came into the room, expecting it to be Hollis.

Slowly, her memories of that night and the next morning began to fade away.

A week afterwards, late in the evening while watching TV, she had the sudden urge for a salty snack and decided to go to the nearby 7-Eleven. Not bothering with a bra, she threw on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts, slipped her feet into a pair of white Vans and strolled to the store without incident.

She walked into the cold, brightly-lit store and as the door swooshed closed behind her, she stopped in her tracks when she saw the man behind the counter.

For a brief instant she thought it was Hollis but it only took a split second for her to realize it wasn't him. This man was about the same age but slightly taller, with much more meat on his bones and a thicker, heavier gut. The short white hair on his head was thinner and he had a short scraggly goatee, thick glasses, he didn't stoop over the way Hollis did, and his skin wasn't as dark, but he was close... oh so close.

His black name tag spelled Raymond in big bold white letters.

Sara stared at the old man for a brief moment and then walked down an aisle, surreptitiously glancing at him, her nipples suddenly puckered and hard as images of her time with Hollis streamed back to her consciousness.

She briefly considered driving over to the old black couple's house, but instantly dismissed the thought. If she went, she'd never want to leave.

But this fat old black man. He was here now.

A sudden fierce arousal coursed through her and Sara felt her pussy gush with moisture.

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Raymond hated working at 7-Eleven. He'd worked there for the past ten years, earning just enough to support himself, since his social security check barely covered his bills. After being held up more than a dozen times, getting shot once and having to deal with the late night crazies, he was just about fed up with it. If he just didn't need the money so goddamn bad.

It was a slow night but it perked up when one of the hottest blonde girls he'd ever seen walked in. She was in her late teens with honey blonde hair shot through with platinum. She had a peaches and cream complexion, enormous blue eyes, and a slim curvy body, though it was frustratingly covered by a baggy t-shirt, except for her mostly bare legs.

When she saw him, she stood there gaping at him open-mouthed for a few moments. He stared back at her, looking her up and down, admiring her smooth shapely legs, and the fact that he could see the shape of her nipples denting her shirt suddenly made him glad he was behind the counter.

He stared at her magnificent ass, watching it bounce alluringly as she walked down one of the aisles. She glanced back at him, catching him in the act and gave him a shy flirty smile.

What the fuck was that, he wondered, taken aback? Was this bitch fucking with him? Was he getting punked? It wouldn't be the first time.

Raymond looked at the camera monitors, expecting to see another kid filming him with his cell phone, but the parking lot was empty, not another soul in sight. She walked in from somewhere so that meant she'd either been dropped off or she lived close by.

"Anything I can help you with?" he asked from the counter, hoping to get her talking.

"No thank you," she said quietly, looking up at him with another shy smile.

She grabbed a bag of salted almonds and, on impulse, a pregnancy test and went to the counter with her eyes lowered and her lovey face flaming bright red in embarrassment.

After paying for them with cash, he watched her swaying ass as she walked out the door, never expecting to see her again, but when she glanced back at him, once again catching him staring at her captivating ass, he wasn't so sure she wouldn't be back.

Goddamn, that was interesting, he thought, still wondering if he'd ever see her again and no longer quite so sure about quitting his tedious sometime dangerous job.

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Sara went to work the next day but she was so distracted she couldn't remember a single thing she taught in class. The whole day went by in a flash. The only things on her mind were her time with Hollis, the pregnancy test and the old man behind the counter at 7-Eleven.

She wondered again if this was her life now. Was she destined to only be attracted to wrinkled old black men? Would she spend the rest of her life being theirs to enjoy. The mere thought of that made her nipples harden and pucker and her clit tingle.

She went to the 7-Eleven again that night and bought another bag of nuts. This time she wore a pair of snug white shorts and a snug tank top with a red smiley face stenciled on its front and colorful ruffles on the plunging neckline, it left a three inch strip of her taut flat belly open to the old man's view.

"Hi, Raymond," she said cheerily when she walked in, noting his eyes on her chest. She hadn't worn a bra and the shirt was tight against her skin, her already taut nipples denting the material.

"Hi... miss," he said, goggling at her in rapt attention, not caring if she caught him at it or not.

"You knows my name, why don't you tell me yours," he said, his eyes sliding slowly down to her long bare legs, admiring her flat belly, tiny waist and wide round hips on the way. This girl was just about the finest piece of ass he'd ever seen, and she also had the face of an angel.

Turning to give the old man a view down the front of her shirt when she bent over, she slid a bag of almonds from a shelf and sashayed to the counter, knowing his goggling eyes were on her swaying bouncing chest every step of the way.

She smiled her shy smile up at him as she paid for her snack. She put her hands flat on the counter, squeezing her plump boobs together with her upper arms, creating a mouthwatering cleavage, and leaned towards him conspiratorially.

"Could I use the bathroom please?" she asked him in a sweet sexy whisper.

Raymond gulped, still staring down at the girl's bulging tits. He could see her hard nipples plainly through the thin material. Even her bumpy areolas were visible. His black cock made a massive lump in his pants.

He looked up into the beautiful blonde's wide blue eyes, as vivid and clear as deep arctic pools and saw her intent, though he was sure he was wrong. He had to be.

Reaching under the counter, he brought out a long wide wooden board with the word "BATHROOM" stenciled on its surface, a key looped around a hole at its corner. He handed it to her.

The girl took it and looked meaningfully up into his face with a wide, no longer shy, smile on her face.

"Are there any cameras back there?" she asked looking down at his bulging pants then up at him through her long golden eyelashes.

"N-n-no," he stuttered, unnerved by the girl's suddenly forward attitude.

"What about the office? Is there a camera in there?" she asked, running a slim pale fingertip up his hairy black forearm suggestively.

Dry-mouthed, he shook his head, though he knew otherwise. There were actually two cameras in there.

The girl walked around the counter boldly and into the space behind the counter, took his black hand in her pale white one and dragged him towards the back hallway that led to the bathrooms and the back office.

Raymond stumbled after her, wondering if this was really happening. Was he having some sort of hallucination or was he dreaming or something?

He realized he wasn't dreaming when he slammed face first into the corner as the girl turned into the hallway. After that, he sped his pace, put his hands around her slim waist, noting the silky softness of her skin, slipped his fingers under the edges of her little tank top and cupped and squeezed her firm bounteous breasts. They were absolute perfection, firm, round and their firm cherry peaks were hard as pebbles.

He felt her draw in a gasping breath at his touch. He expected her to slap his hands off her body and run away screaming but all she did was press them tight against her tits and squirm her ass against the rock-hard cock he pressed against her.

Raymond hunched against the squirming blonde, pressing his engorged member into the cleft between her firm round buttocks. His heart hammered in his chest and his mouth was dry as a desert. The eroticism of the moment was beyond anything in his vast experience. He'd had white girls over the course of his life, but none as fine or as forward as this one.

The sounds of her sweet high little mewls echoed throughout the empty store until they came to the office door where she turned around, pressed her back against it, wrapped her slender arms around his neck and drew his face down to hers.

He felt her warm sweet breath bathe his face as she opened her mouth and her small tongue prodded his lips, urging them to open. When he did so, the young blonde girl plunged her tongue in his mouth and he plunged his into hers, then he grabbed her firm round butt cheeks in his hands and pressed her mound tight against him, grinding his raging hard cock against the furnace-like heat of her loins.

She squirmed against him, her arms drawing him to her with unexpected strength for such a slight girl.

They moaned into each other's mouths as they kissed with a desperate passion, as if they each thought they had to hurry before the other changed their mind.

Heads twisting, mouths gasping, chests heaving, the two kissed as if there was no tomorrow.

In the recesses of her mind, Sara wished it was Hollis who held her, Hollis whose breath mixed with hers, Hollis who groped her ass and Hollis's thick hard cock that ground powerfully against her surging mound.

Raymond reached out, turned the doorknob and still holding the girl's firm round ass tightly, shuffled and shimmied her into the room then kicked the door closed behind them with a resounding slam.

The blonde reached between them, squeezed his pulsing member through his pants and moaned with lust at the feel of his steel-hard flesh.

The well-lit room was small and cluttered with a battered desk, a desktop computer, an old shabby office chair, piles of papers and stacked cardboard boxes.

Raymond watched in amazement as the girl broke away from his kiss, dropped to her knees before him and with clumsy impatient fingers, undid his belt, unzipped him and yanked his pants and boxers down to his feet.

His long thick cock bounced against her face, leaving a slimy trail of precum on her cheek, chin and neck.

Gripping the base of his cock with one hand, she pressed its wide girth against her cheek, palmed his low-dangling nutsack in the other and looked up at him with wide lust-filled blue eyes, all innocence gone.

He knew he was disgusting down there, he hadn't showered in nearly a week and there was a nasty almost rotting foul stench coming from the cottage cheese-looking smegma collected around his cock's bunched up foreskin. He stopped caring about personal hygiene years ago.

He knew this was about the time the girl would jump to her feet and run away screaming. The foul smell was beyond nasty.

Instead, the girl sat back on her haunches to get comfortable and looked almost cross eyed at the white cheese-like clumps on the bunched up skin and traced pale delicate fingers along the thick bulging veins running the length of his throbbing black cock.

He could see that rather than being repelled by his stench, she was nearly hyperventilating with lust. Warm steamy air from her parted lips bathed his hard stinking cock and there was a manic look of hunger in her glazed blue eyes.

He watched in amazement as she stuck out her small tongue and swiped a cheesy clump of smegma between her full parted lips. She heaved and gagged, but then she did it again and again, finally bringing a hand up to grip him below the thick mushroom head and pull the bunched foreskin down, exposing the wide flanged helmet.

Then she did something he'd remember to his dying day, she gripped his cock at the base, rubbed the foul-smelling thing all over her face and whipped her face with it, leaving red cock-shaped welts on her perfect peaches and cream complexion. Over and over again she rubbed his thick black cock on her face and slapped herself with it.

Finally, the girl let out a whine from deep in her chest, tossed her blonde hair back away from her face and then he felt her warm wet mouth engulf his smelly black cockhead, felt deep powerful suction, felt her tongue swipe and scrub at the underside of his cock.

He saw her cheeks draw in as she sucked him powerfully and the sensations caused by her little pink tongue were indescribably pleasurable, causing his hips to jerk and convulse uncontrollably.

Before long, she was bobbing, slurping, whining and moaning like a ten-dollar whore, looking up into his face with wide blue eyes.

Fat tears streamed down her face and snot ran from her nose as she bobbed and twisted her head, slurping and sucking with wild untamed abandon.

Raymond stared down and watched the beautiful blonde girl service his big foul-smelling black cock, his wrinkled black face twisted into a hideous, teeth-clenched grimace.

Grabbing a handful of silky soft blonde hair in his big hairy paw, he thrust his hips forward and shoved her face at his groin, shoving his cock so deep into her mouth and down her throat that she choked, gargled and snorted snot through her nose and into his pubes as she tried to breathe.

Surprisingly, she put one hand on his fat thigh but didn't push against it and her other hand fondled his heavy dangling ballsack.

She didn't resist or pull away from the old man's relentless face fucking.

If anything, by the sounds she made and the expression in her tear-filled blue eyes, she wanted him to do it, begged him to do it.

Raymond couldn't believe this was happening. In all the years he'd worked in this place, not once had he had a chance to get laid, not once had there ever even been the possibility and now the hottest white chick he'd ever seen was sucking his cock so eagerly and energetically that he could feel from the tingle in his gut and in his balls that he was about to cum.

Legs shaking, face twisted in passion, the old black man raised his blazing eyes to the ceiling and roared like a beast as he shoved the white girl's face into his groin and held her there. She grunted, snorted and beat at his legs as the thick back cock lodged deep in her throat, shuddered and pulsed, and sent rope after rope of foul-smelling old black man cum down her throat, straight into her belly.