Fuck Weed: Pt. 02

"Upstairs, Mrs. Hayes?" said Shawn, pulling the tab on the beer.

Jodi nodded and led him towards the stairs.

Mike watched them go. Shawn's cock was sticking straight out again, ready to go another round. When they reached the second floor, Mike turned and went back to the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels and some carpet cleaner to clean up the mess.

For Mike, the rest of the night was a repeat of last week except that when he went upstairs, he found he was the one locked out of the master bedroom and had to sleep alone in the guest room.

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Shawn woke up with a hardon and aching balls. Jodi was on her back, covers pulled down to her waist. At that moment in time, she wasn't quite the sex goddess. She hadn't cleaned up after their last encounter, a titty fuck where he'd blown a massive load all over her face. Flakes of sperm covered her face and her hair was matted down and clumped up. Her belly and tits were covered with dried cum also from the encounter before that when Shawn had pulled his cock out of her pussy and ejaculated his last few wads on her stomach and tits.

Jodi groaned when he rolled her over on her side. Shawn climbed up behind her and raised her ass up with her head buried in the pillow. She came to her senses when he placed his hands on her hips. Jodi spread her legs and braced herself for what was coming, her arousal already running down her thighs. They were covered in sperm flakes also. He lined the head of his cock up with her pussy lips and pushed it in.

"Fuck yes," she moaned into the pillow.

"Fuck yeah," he added, sinking his cock in to the balls. She took him easier now, her pussy resized for the BBC. He worked his cock in and out wondering if she gave it up, would her pussy contract back to normal. It didn't matter, he'd never known a woman that could give up the BBC once she'd had it.

She started pushing back into his thrusts when he started withdrawing about half his shaft before thrusting it back in. Shawn stared at her ass. It was perfect, upthrust with well-rounded cheeks, better than any black woman's ass he'd ever seen and he'd seen some great black asses. Jodi's ass was flawless, pristine... untapped. Her back was flawless too for that matter, from the curve above her ass to the rise of her shoulder blades. Her cheeks were an unblemished white, his spanks had been soft enough not to leave a mark for long. There were a few freckles on her back, but mostly they were on her front torso.

He ran his hands over her full globes, increasing his thrusts and feeling the tight embrace of her pussy trying to hold his cock still while she came all around his shaft. He didn't stop, continuing to fuck her through this and soon another orgasm. His balls were aching and he needed to get off.

Shawn spread her cheeks apart. This view wasn't so pretty. Her tightly clenched rosebud stared back at him waiting to be fucked for the first time. He'd tap it soon enough, but he wouldn't break it in. Still, it was tempting him with its untapped potential. Her sphincter wasn't even brown like all his other women even the white ones. It was a puckered pink like her nipples making rosebud an appropriate nickname. What wasn't pretty about her pink anus and the crack of her ass was that his sperm had poured from her pussy and ran down her crack, leaving a trail of dried flakes that looked like an ice flow inside a canyon's walls.

He squeezed her ass cheek and moved his thumb closer towards her tightly puckered anus. Pushing his thumb in wouldn't ruin her, would it? He moved his thumb to it and pressed it against her rosebud. She jerked slightly in surprise, but kept fucking him back. He removed his hand, but only long enough to spit on his thumb. She jerked again when he returned his thumb to her anus, this time pushing down harder. He hoped this didn't count as taking her anal virginity even if his thumb was as thick as her husband's penis.

"Shawn, what are you...AAAHH!!" Jodi jumped harder as his thumb pushed through the opening to her ass. This time she quit pushing back trying to pull away from the intruder in her rear. "Shawn...uh...stop...that's my ass!" He buried his thumb in to the knuckle, pushing his cock in to the balls. "OHSHITCUMMING!" she screamed into the pillow, her pussy contracting all around his cock while her anus squeezed tightly down around the thumb in her ass.

Shawn fucked her through her orgasm while holding his thumb in her ass. She came again when he emptied his balls in her womb. He pulled both his thumb and cock out and shot his last few loads across her back. He released his cock and stared at it rising up over her white ass. It throbbed with his pulse, slowly falling as it deflated and came to rest over her rear end, the head in the small of her back, dribbling out semen into a small pool.

He gave her a playful smack on the ass and got off the bed to go take a shower. When he finished, Jodi was still in the same position and looked like she'd fallen asleep. His clothes were downstairs so he just walked downstairs naked, his cock slapping from thigh to thigh as he descended the steps. Mike was in the kitchen wearing one of those stupid-looking white boy golfing outfits. Mr. Hayes' eyes immediately went to Shawn's swinging cock. His eyes narrowed, lips tightening as he stared enviously at a penis nearly twice as big as his own. "No breakfast?" asked Shawn.

Mike jumped slightly aware he'd been staring at Shawn's big black cock. His expression turned blank, but his cheeks flushed slightly. "No, I need to get moving. You can see yourself out."

Shawn watched the white boy leave before walking over to the fridge and helping himself to another beer.

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Jodi woke up when her alarm went off. She could have slept another 8 hours; Shawn having kept her awake most of the night. She forced herself off the bed, feeling wads of his semen sliding down her back. More was sliding down her thighs. She stopped in the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the well-fucked face staring back at her. It looked like a dozen men had ejaculated on her. Her husband probably hadn't ejaculated this much in his entire life. The only advantage sex with Mike had over Shawn was that there was far less mess. She leaned in closer, her pupils were still dilated, but they'd shrunken some. She'd researched this side effect of the weed last week and it appeared that the pupils got dilated when aroused.

If her reflection was telling her anything, it was that she needed to pray for guidance. She might be able to blame the weed for lowering her inhibitions while making her horny, but she didn't have to derive so much pleasure from her encounters with Shawn. She turned away from the mirror, turning the hot water on in the shower. When it was warm enough, she stepped inside.

Jodi started with her hair. She threw her head back and let the water soak it before adding the shampoo. The bible said nothing about marijuana or drug use as far as she could remember, but it did say people were supposed to be good stewards of their bodies. Sucking Shawn off was sodomy by some definitions and what the hell was he thinking sticking his thumb in her rear end? And why had she seemed to enjoy it? Jodi's pussy wrenched with yearning. Her hand had just run her sponge over her breast. Her nipples were still erect and the contact was sending signals to her pussy. She returned to her thoughts while continuing meticulously trying to rid her skin of every dried flake of Shawn's semen.

Of course, her biggest sin was adultery. That violated one of god's commandments. That might require more than simple prayer, she might need to speak with her pastor. She didn't like that idea, his wife was a bit of a gossip and she wasn't convinced he'd keep their talks confidential. Adultery was a sin, but Shawn's cock was the personification of temptation. It just felt too good, especially when he came inside her adulterous womb. Just thinking about it was making pussy clench down around his imaginary cock. She was feeling empty again. "Hmm, fuck me Shawn," she moaned. Jodi looked down. She'd dropped the sponge and had one hand fingering her pussy while her other hand squeezed and tugged on her nipples. Enough of his seed had leaked from her pussy that she was starting to get horny again. Maybe, he'd be up for one more fuck before she left for church?

Get a hold of yourself, girl, she thought stepping out of the shower and drying herself off. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was clean again and beautiful, but she still felt dirty. She wanted Shawn again and she hoped he'd gone home removing the temptation from her sight. Deep down, she feared he was still here and even worse, Shawn seemed to think they owed him for smoking three of his joints. Was he expecting another weekend of fucking her? Her pussy quivered as the emptiness and her need to fill that emptiness grew. "No more weed, Jodi," she told her reflection. "Stay strong."

Jodi dressed and walked downstairs.

"Lookin good, Mrs. Hayes?"

Jodi jumped a little. He was sitting naked in her husband's chair, drinking from a can of beer. "You startled me," she said. "Where's Mike?"

"Off playing with his little white balls," said Shawn, grinning at his own stupid joke. "Why you dressed up?"

"For church."

"Turn around."

Jodi slowly turned around for her black student. Her church outfit today was a far cry from the nun-like covering she'd worn last week. She'd pulled a sun dress on over her head, one of the new outfits she'd purchased this week. The dress was sleeveless and cut low enough to display some cleavage. The hem stopped just above her knees. Displaying this much skin was unusual for her. She rarely even wore shorts or tee shirts except for the hottest summer days.

Jodi had developed young and had started getting male attention as an early teen. She liked it from some boys and others not so much. She'd dressed like any other girl then. She'd even wore modest bikinis to the pool. The problem was she didn't have a modest body. Her breasts were a C-cup by fourteen, DD's by 16, and she'd had her current E-cups since 18. She had started to worry her breasts would never stop growing. Every man who saw her, ogled her. Older men hit on her and she even had a creepy uncle whose hugs grew a little uncomfortable. Even more embarrassing for her, all the attention made her nipples grow.

One Saturday, as she neared graduating from high school, she was wearing shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks like most of her friends were wearing. Her parents wouldn't approve and she'd left home wearing sweat pants to hide them. She was also wearing a sleeveless tank top that left her belly bare and the outlines of her nipples visible through her bra. She rounded a corner and found herself in the middle of a gang of black youths, some were 18-year-old senior classmates of hers. They stood and surrounded her. Jodi froze trembling in fear. Some of the men slowly circled her like vultures circling their next meal. They all were openly ogling her.

"Yo, check this ho out." "It's Jodi Jugs!" "How you doing, white girl?" "You got pink nips, gurl? Let me see them?" "Gurl, you fine." You ever tried dark meat, bitch?" "Leave her alone, can't you see she's scared?"

"Hey, where you going, gurl? What's your hurry?" One black man that appeared to be in his late twenties called after her when she pushed through the group. "You want some of this?" He grabbed his crotch through his low hanging sweats. His hand didn't even cover the large tubular swell.

They laughed as she picked up speed to get away from them. She'd feared the worse, being dragged into an alley and raped, but they didn't even follow her. She was also aware that her nipples were painfully hard and scraping against her bra. Their laughter faded the further she got away.

She'd held that event against black men ever since and though she'd encountered plenty of decent friendly people of color over the years, she was never friendly back, only polite. The same day she'd encountered the black youths, she agreed to go with friends to a party. She wore the same outfit. She tried her first drink, rum punch and found it going straight to her head. She found herself getting a lot of attention from her male classmates. Some were big and handsome. They all were drunk and obnoxious, staring at her tits, asking her to go into a bedroom with them. They behaved as badly as the black men had earlier, but she didn't hold their race against them. They were just jerks. A nerdy friend of hers that helped tutor her offered to drive her home. She stared out the window most of the ride, her nipples were hard and she was damp between the legs from all the male attention. She asked him to pull over into the park and he thought she was going to throw up. He was shocked when she looked over and pulled her top off over her head. "I don't want to be a virgin any longer," she told him. He didn't have condoms; probably never thought he'd need them. Fifteen minutes after moving to the back seat, stripping, kissing, having her nipples sucked for the first time (she liked that), and him pulling out a thin five-inch penis that she found cute and unthreatening, they were no longer virgins. The teenager shook nervously the entire time and came after only a few strokes, not pulling out in time. They were dressed and back on their way to her house in less than a half hour since pulling over, neither saying much most of the way.

Jodi showered when she got home, feeling dirty, and trying to force out as much of the teen's sperm as she could. There were only a few drops and it hadn't shot very deep, but she still feared he may have gotten her pregnant. What scared her most was how disappointed her parents would be for her having a baby out of wedlock.

She stared at her nude body in the mirror. This is the problem, she thought, hefting her tits. They were the reason men lusted after her. They were the reason the boy who took her virginity had only lasted a few strokes and been unable to pull out in time. She turned sideways. This doesn't help either, she thought, spanking her palm against her firm upthrust rear end.

That night, Jodi dreamed she was surrounded by the black boys again only this time she was nude. Hands came out grabbing her tits or her ass cheeks. They yanked the saggy pants down, pulling out large black phalluses twice the size of the boy's penis she'd just given her maidenhead to. The hard black phalluses poked at her from all directions. She grabbed some pushing them away, her hands stroking up and down the thrusting black shafts. Another, poked at her mouth, mashing against her lips as she held them tightly shut. Hands grabbed her hips, raising her ass. She felt the tip of one of the large black phalluses poking at her wet pussy lips. Why hadn't she worn clothes? The black man slammed his dark dick forward.

Jodi woke up. She was panting and sweaty. Her nipples her pulling out her areolae. Her thighs were soaked. She recalled the dream vividly, a part of her believing the devil had sent it to her as temptation. Even more tempting was that her vagina was soaked and needed something in it. Jodi found herself moaning and fingering herself while squeezing one of her plump teats. She tried not to think of her dream and failed miserably. She was thinking about the unseen black boy thrusting his cock into her when she had the first orgasm of her life.

The next day, Jodi walked downstairs and despite it being a hot spring day, she was wearing slacks and a long sleeve shirt. The only skin she was showing on her chest was enough open buttons on her collar to display her cross. Her parents looked pleased, especially her mom who was dressed all in black except for a gray shawl that hung low enough to cover the prodigious bosom that her daughter had inherited.

And for the next sixteen years, Jodi had done her best to hide a body that didn't want to be hidden from the eyes of men up until last week when Shawn Wright had ripped her blouse off her and said, "I want chu dressed sexy from now on." And now she stood before him dressed sexily for church.

"Damn, you one sexy bitch, Mrs. Hayes, said Shawn, grabbing his dangling cock and stroking it as he stared at her in the sundress. He stared at her sandal covered feet and ran his eyes up her legs, over her skirt, to her trim waist, and the swell of her breasts. Her nipples were now pushing out through her bra and the top. "Take it off."

"But Shawn, I really need to go to church..."

"Don't make me tell you twice."

Jodi froze, staring at her former student's brutish face. She looked down, his cock was plumping up. She wanted it again, needed it to fill the void inside her. Her hands fell to her sides, grabbing into the dress. There was no longer enough time to go to church if she fucked him again. Her hands pulled the skirt up. There'd be no praying for the strength to resist temptation. She pulled the skirt up over her panty.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Shawn. There were no more granny panties for her. This one was lacy and black, see thru enough that her red pubes were visible.

Jodi fought off a strong urge to dance for him again. There would be no praying for forgiveness in church today. She pulled the dress up to her tits, revealing her flat sexy belly. There would be no praying for her soul. She pulled the dress off over her head.

"Fuck yeah, Mrs. Hayes. Fuck yeah." He stared greedily at her bra. It matched her panty, black and lacy, squeezing her breasts together and her nipples were visible thru the cup clearly erect and rose colored. "Fuck yeah," he said approvingly. Her hands moved up to the hook between her breasts. "Wait," he said. "Turn around."

She turned around, displaying her body for him again, but this time only in her underwear. The panty wasn't a thong, but it hid nothing and the white skin showing through the black lace was even sexier. She faced him again. Shawn was stroking his cock. Her hands moved back up to her bra.

"Not yet," he said, staring at his cock. It looked hard and huge to her. Shawn shook it and the black monster flopped a little. "I wanna try a recharge. Go grab the bong and my pants."

Jodi glanced down at his cock. It certainly looked hard enough to fuck and she was more than ready for it. Shawn looked impatient as he stared at her. He expected to be obeyed and didn't like repeating himself. She turned and headed to the kitchen. She stepped out onto the deck and into the sunlight. The bong was where they'd left it on the side of the hot tub. His pants were on the deck. She returned them both to her black lover. Jodi stood, watching him pull a bag out of his pocket with a small amount of fuck weed still in it. He filled the bowl and lit it.

"You can sit down, Mrs. Hayes."

Jodi sat down on the couch, watching Shawn take a hit. He held the bong out for her. "No thanks, I'm good."

"Come on Mrs. Hayes, take a hit."

"No thanks," she said again. She was done with fuck weed.

Shawn took it back at took a hit, holding it in before exhaling the smoke in her direction. Mike would have a fit if he knew Shawn was smoking in their house. Not that Mike was man enough to do anything about it. "Here, Mrs. Hayes." He held it out for her.

Her eyes flickered down to the lit marijuana in the bowl of the bong. "I'm done with that stuff, Shawn."

Take it. I don't need anymore." Indeed, his cock was hard again, any of the floppiness was gone. His balls were big and seemed to be swelling before her eyes. His cock really was pure masculine perfection. She shook her head. "Come on Mrs. Hayes, you still owe me for smoking some of my weed. Finish this off and we'll call it even."

That got her attention. "You mean I'll be done with you?"