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Melissa and Leon stood side by side in front of the kitchen sink on that warm summer evening looking out of the kitchen window. They were watching her husband guiding the lawnmower down the lengthy lawn. Apart from the sound of the mower the only other sound she could hear was that of her heavy breathing and her heartbeat. Leon slid his hand over her bottom. She could feel the heat of his fingers through the thin material of her dress as he traced her panty line. “What colour are they?” he asked breaking the silence between them. Melissa hesitated a moment as his fingers traced up to her hip and then moved around to the front and began to glide down the panty line along her groin. “Please don’t,” she whispered. “I want to fuck you,” he told her. “Fuck you across that kitchen table, just like I fucked Marcia.” She closed her eyes momentarily. His fingers were exciting her as they moved so tantalisingly close to her sex. The scene was still fresh in her mind, even now after four weeks. The sight of Marcia lying face down across the kitchen table; skirt up over her waist, knickers around her knees and Leon behind her. His trousers and shorts were around his feet and he was gripping her hips as he fucked her. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. Marcia was a long time friend and she often popped round to see her. Their friendship was such that it wasn’t unusual to turn up unannounced, knock on the door, and walk in. That day Marcia’s front door had been locked but she knew that she was at home because her car was in the driveway. Melissa proceeded down the side path to the back of the house. She could hear strange sounds as she rounded the corner by the back door. She could hear Marcia crying out and the sound of slapping. She could also hear a man’s voice shouting. She heard the words slut and whore. For a moment she thought that Marcia was being attacked but when she stepped inside the wide open back door she was taken completely by surprise. Marcia was being fucked and the man fucking her was not her husband, Pete, but a stranger; a black stranger. They never heard her gasp. They were so caught up in their fucking. She went to step back to make a hasty exit but her foot caught a waste bin by the refrigerator and knocked it over. The next few moments were a bit hazy but she remembered the black male standing there facing her after quickly pulling away. His huge erection glistened as he looked her up and down. Marcia cried out as she stood up and turned around. Her skirt had fallen back gaziantep escort into place to give her some semblance of dignity, but her knickers had slipped down to her ankles. Melissa just put her hand to her mouth before turning and making a fast exit. Marcia had called her as soon as she had arrived back home and explained to her about her affair. She loved Pete, but Leon was someone that she needed in her life. Melissa had seen the reason why for herself. Her husband, Bill, had never fucked her the way that Leon had fucked Marcia, and he was also no match for his size. Bill’s manhood was the average size of six inches but Leon’s manhood, according to Marcia’s tape measure, was ten and a half inches. It also had a five inch girth. Their friendship was also such that Marcia could be selfless and she offered her the use of Leon. Melissa had giggled when Marcia offered his services to her. She told Marcia that she would love to take her up on the offer, but the time was not right just now. Marcia still pursued with her quest to get them together to the point where she had got Leon and Bill together over a lawnmower. Bill’s had recently packed up with age but Leon had a reliable petrol mower. That afternoon Leon had turned up with the mower for Bill to use. His fingers touched her sex bringing her thoughts back to the present. “When are we going to get together?” he asked her. “When are you on your own?” She pushed his hand away as Bill turned around to make his way back up the lawn. He glanced up at them looking at him and smiled. Melissa raised her hand and gave him a little wave. Leon’s hand though moved back to her bottom. “You want my cock don’t you?” he said quietly. “You want what Marcia’s been getting don’t you?” She should have pushed him away; slapped him even, as she had once done to a man from her work that had made similar advances a couple of years ago. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Leon excited her. Ever since that day she had relived the moment over and over again. His huge shining cock was a fixation in her mind and it was all made worse by Marcia’s blow by blow accounts of sex with him. “He fucks me with my ankles at the side of my ears,” she told her. “Fucks me from behind; fucks me in so many positions. The man’s insatiable.” Melissa could feel herself getting wet as Marcia went into detail. “And as for his tongue…” she said, “I’ve come close to passing out a few times he’s so good.” Bill had never really been keen on oral sex. Melissa had to admit that she was jealous of her friend. Until that moment of walking in on them, she hadn’t realised just how mediocre her sex live was in comparison. A week ago Marcia had managed to bring the two of them together; inviting her round for a coffee and chat and then leaving her alone with Leon while she made a telephone call. Melissa knew that it was just a ruse. “Marcia and I are not exclusive,” Leon had told her. Melissa told him that she knew that. Leon looked into her eyes and spoke, “I’d like to fuck you.” She was taken aback. No man had ever been so direct with her before. Men had said the same thing in asking her for a date but to be so direct? Leon leaned closer and placed his hand on her knee. “You could take an afternoon off work,” he said, “and I could pop round and…”  Marcia suddenly reappeared, smiling as she saw Leon’s hand on her knee. Melissa stood up and made an excuse to go. “Catch you again, Melissa,” he told her looking deep into her eyes once more. Melissa hurried away; shocked and a little embarrassed. But she had to admit to herself that she wanted him. Not just wanted him, but craved for him. Now he was next to her again and he was touching her. Bill smiled at her again as he reached the top of the garden and then as soon as he had turned around to begin his next cut, Leon suddenly dropped to his knees. It happened so quickly, catching her completely by surprise as his hands moved up under her dress. She gave out a yell as she felt her panties being pulled down but was to slow to stop him. Before she knew it, her panties were around her ankles and he was already lifting one of her feet up. She gasped as he stood up again, this time with her panty in his hand. “They are white,” he told her, “and they are also wet. You’ll catch your death wearing wet knickers.” Melissa gasped again at his effrontery as he put them in his pocket. Bill began his next run back up the garden again. Melissa stood by his side watching her husband as he drew closer; still slightly stunned at the realisation that she was stood there without panties. Leon smiled at Bill as he reached the turn again and moved his hand back to her bottom. “Is yours shaved like Marcia’s?” he asked. Melissa gave a nervous gasp then gasped again as Leon’s hand began to draw up her dress. She seemed fixed to the spot, helpless and unable to stop him drawing up the hem of her dress. Bill was already reaching his upward turn as Leon’s fingers slipped between her naked thighs and reach through to the front of her mound. Melissa could feel her wetness on his fingers as he touched her well trimmed sex. “Hmm trimmed,” he sighed. “I prefer shaved but trimmed is nice too.” Melissa wanted to slap him for his impudence but her hands just couldn’t release their grip on the edge of the kitchen sink. It was all that she could do to hold her nerve as Bill made his way back up again while Leon’s fingers invaded her most intimate parts. “Please stop,” she told him as Bill began his downward run. “I want you, Melissa,” he told her. “I need to fuck you and you need it too.” “I…I can’t,” she told him. “Can’t?” “We…we’re trying for a baby.” Leon pulled his hand away and her dress fell back into place. Her words had managed to stop him. “How long have you been trying?” Melissa glanced up at him, surprised by his intimate question. “Almost a year now,” she answered, all the same. “Not doing a very good job is he,” Leon replied as his hand alighted on her bottom again. “Your baby would be one… perhaps, two months old by now if it had been me fucking you.” She gasped, unable to respond with the shock of his response. “I would use condoms for you,” he told her. She looked up at him again. “They…they’re not safe,” she told him. “They can break.” He squeezed her bottom again. “I would be very careful,” he told her. “Pull out at the right time.” Melissa looked away. She knew he was lying. Marcia had told her that when she had mentioned to him that she and her husband, Pete, were talking about starting a family, he had told her that he would love to help out. Leon had confessed to her that he had always wanted to make a white woman pregnant. She felt uncomfortable; she felt guilty too. But she also felt drawn to Leon. She was so pleased when Bill reached the top of the garden again and switched off the mower. Leon pulled his hand away and moved slightly away from her as Bill came through the door. “Just wondered, Leon,” he said, “maybe you could leave it with me overnight. Save you hanging about. I’ll be at least another hour. You could drop by tomorrow.” “That’s a good idea, Bill. Thanks.” “You’re playing golf tomorrow,” Melissa reminded him. “That’s okay,” Bill replied. “Leon can still pop round and collect it.” Leon shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever suits you guys?” Bill looked at Melissa. “Tomorrow’s fine with me.” Melissa looked away. One part of her was angry with Bill for inviting Leon back the next day but another part of her was excited. He had touched her. He was a filthy minded, uncouth man who wanted to fuck her and he had touched her; not just physically but also emotionally.

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