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Memoirs Of A Middle-age Wild-child (Shooter3704)

Memoirs Of A Middle-age Wild-child by Shooter3704

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Toni was a widow with two kids in college when she met Dave. Dave was a widower and they both had a need - sex. So they started out and in time Dave introduced Toni to the concept of group sex and in particular the joys of sex with black men.

Toni leaped at the chance and all went well until Lisa, her daughter came back from summer camp. Only, Lisa discovered what was going on and wanted some of the action for herself - then the parties REALLY started to swing.

Intense, sexual encounters fill this story of mother and daughter in the hands of black men.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 10 / 2006

No. words: 23500

Style: Open Minded Erotica, Interracial Erotica

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I have always been considered a wild-child. Of course nothing sexual happened before I turned eighteen. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I was the girl in the neighborhood that showed all the boys what an “eighteen” year old’s pussy looked like and what it was all about. In high school I was considered by some to be the mother of all sluts. Looking back on it I suppose I was. If not the mother than at least the sister of all sluts. By the way, my name is Toni Atkins.

Whatever I was told not to do, I did. My mother, being hot natured herself, got me on birth control as soon as I turned eighteen. She went into great detail about sex, which was good because I hadn’t known very much, and most of what I “knew” was incorrect.

In high school I never went without a date if I wanted one, because the word was out on me. Most of the boys knew I was easy. If I liked the boy, if he was nice to me, and he was clean, I gave him head or even some pussy. Most of the sex was in parked cars or some other inexpensive place because most of the boys didn’t have the money to spring for a motel room.

When I went away to college things were somewhat different. There we had rooms to have sex in. It was in college that I was first introduced to group sex. I liked it a lot, and made myself available for it at every opportunity.


“Are we going to broaden our horizons?” David asked me. We were laying in bed having just finished a session of hot steamy sex.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Other people,” he said. “Getting together with other men for you, and maybe women for me.” I surely had not seen that coming.

“For sex?”

“Yes, for sex.”

“You want sex with other women?”

“No, not especially,” he answered lazily. “You are about all the woman I can handle. No, I was thinking more about you and your horizons. Wouldn’t you like to try other men?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t really given it any thought.” That wasn’t exactly the truth. I had though about it some. My sexual reawakening had triggered some thoughts of the group sex I engaged in while in college.

“Toni, you told me about some of your exploits before you were married. Don’t you want to try some of them again?”

“I guess I do,” I answered. “I’ve wondered how it would be now that I’m older.”

“What was your favorite thing?”

“Threesomes,” I answered immediately. I didn’t even have to think about it.

“Two men or two women and a man?”

“Two men and me,” I said. “I loved it when I was with two studs.”

“Ever try a threesome with you and another woman?”

“Sure, a few times. It was all right, but frankly two women can wear a good man out too fast. With two guys, one can always be resting. David, would it bother you to see me with another man?”

“No, not at all. Sally and I did threesomes a lot. It was always a blast to watch her and another guy.” I had not known that.

“Did you ever do Sally and another woman?”

“Sure, several times. Sally was bisexual. She would take a woman on as quickly as she would a man. I liked watching her with another woman, also.” He was making lazy circles around one areola and occasionally flicking my spiky nipple. “One time Sally brought a bull dike home. I don’t think she realized what she was getting into. The big bitch told me in no uncertain terms that I could watch, but not to touch or interfere. I didn’t think it was possible for one woman to rape another, but by God, she did nearly rape Sally, and she was rough too. She slapped Sally and literally mauled her for over an hour. Sally went back to bi’s and smaller, gentler women after that.” He laughed softly. “Sally admitted to me later that she enjoyed the episode, but wasn’t ready to have an encore.”

“You want to see me raped by a woman?” I asked.

“No, not raped, but it would be fun to see you forcefully taken. Not just by a woman, but by a man or men.” He leaned over and took my nipple between his teeth. It hurt in a delightful way.

“What role do you see yourself playing?” I asked him.

“The instigator,” he answered. “The dominant partner, just like I was with Sally. I set it up and make it happen. You interested?”

“Sounds intriguing. You’ve apparently given this some thought. Do you have somebody in mind?” I could feel the excitement building within me.

“I have a couple of people in mind. Some of Sally’s old partners still keep in touch with me. In fact I spoke with one man just a few days ago. Have you ever fucked a black man?”

That was something I had missed during my wild-child days. There were only a few blacks attending my small college and they ran with another group. However, one night at a party I witnessed a black man screwing a white girl. It was an accident. I opened a bedroom door to get my coat and there they were, going at it on top of the coats. It was too dark for me to see much, but from the sounds the girl was making she seemed to be enjoying it a lot. I told David that I had not experienced a black man.

“Shame,” he said. “Sally said there was nothing like it. I’ll have to admit that I particularly enjoyed watching Sally fuck a black man. The black on white and the black in white effect was always a major turn-on for me. I liked the power of giving my wife to a black man or even a couple of black guys.”

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