My flip-flops smacked against the bottom of my feet as I crossed the street. Mrs. Solomon followed. I glanced back at her to see her big boobies jiggling. They were such sexy tits. Just the absolute best.
“What in the sweet baby Jesus are you hussies doing!” boomed from up the street.
I whirled around, a surge of panic racing through me at the sounds of Ms. Lyon. Not Mrs. Lyon or Miss Lyon, but Ms. Lyon. She did not like it if you made that mistake. She would get so mad at you, like she was right now.
The Black woman always terrified me. She was always yelling. At the TV, her daughter Kendall, the neighbor’s dog, or any children on the block that disturbed her. I wanted to flee, my hands balling up my panties.
“Alesha, pull your panties out of your crack,” Mrs. Solomon said, stepping before me. “Why are you flying off the handle again?”
“Flying off the handle?” demanded the Black woman. She stopped before Mrs. Solomon. “I know you’re the neighborhood bike, but not even you are slutty enough to think walking around naked with a face covered in man juice is appropriate. And you’ve dragged that brat into it. She’s eighteen!”
“And? She has a big cock. You should try it. If you had a good dicking in the last decade, your moldering cunt wouldn’t be driving you mad with desperate lust right now.”
“Moldering cunt? What sort of diseased petri dish are you brewing in that pussy of yours? You are everything wrong with this neighborhood. Homewreckin’ whore!”
Mrs. Solomon laughed. “That’s rich from the one woman on the block who got pumped and dumped and left with a baby. You don’t even have a proper home for me to wreck. Or are you just jealous that all the men would rather ride me than you?”
As they shouted, I calmed down. The attention was off of me and… I had my panties. Why was I scared? I didn’t have to be afraid of Ms. Lyon ever again. She couldn’t yell at me. Nor could she yell at her daughter.
I marched right up to my MILF and said, “Mrs. Solomon is right! You need a good dicking, Ms. Lyon!”
“You filthy little harlot!” Ms. Lyon snarled, her gaze snapping down to me. Her ebony features twisted, and then her eyes bulged. She let out a choked gasp as she stared at my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy. My big and throbbing cock that would give her such rapture.
I smiled as ideas burst into my mind.
Before she could gather herself, I shoved my panties into her mouth and said, “You apologize to me right now! With your mouth!”
She breathed in the scent wreathing my panties. A shiver ran through the Black woman. Her eyes bulged. She groaned, breathing in again. She had those cute and innocent panties pressed so tight against her mouth, her words came out muffled.
“What was that?” I demanded. “I can’t understand you with your mouth full of my panties. I know my cunt tastes amazing, but pull them from your lips.”
She did, her eyes staring at me with wild lust now and not disgust and anger. “I’m so sorry for calling you a filthy, little harlot. You’re not. I’m so, so sorry, Chloe.”
“That’s Ms. Quick to you,” I snapped. “And I said apologize with your mouth.”
Confusion flicked across her face. “Um… I did. I said I was sorry. I am so very sorry.”
“She means suck her cock,” cooed Mrs. Solomon. “There’s that big dick you need. Get your lips wrapped around it.”
“No she didn’t,” Ms. Lyon said. “Stop being a slut and thinking we’re all like you. Ms. Quick is not a pervert like you.”
“No, I meant you to suck my cock,” I said. “Right here on the street. Where anyone can see us.”
“Of course you did,” Ms. Lyon groaned. The black woman sank down to her knees. “I’m so sorry for not realizing it. Of course, you want me to suck your cock. Mmm, and it’s such a big cock. So beautiful. A girl’s cock.”
“Futa-cock,” I added. “I’m a futa.”
“Of course you are, Ms. Quick.”
Her ebony fingers wrapped around my thick dick. She licked her lips, her eyes staring at my shaft’s crown. She let out a throaty purr and then leaned forward. She sucked the tip of my cock right into her hot and wet mouth. I groaned, savoring this rush. My girl-balls tightened as they swayed over my pussy.
In the middle of the street. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was so wicked and kinky. Anyone could see us. My pussy clenched as this thrill rushed through me that had nothing to do with the hot mouth nursing on my futa-dick.
“Mmm, that’s it,” Mrs. Solomon said. “That’s the dick that’s going to mellow you out. Hard to be a bitch after cumming harder than you ever have in your life.”
“That’s right,” I said, my dick throbbing at Ms. Lyon sucking hard. Her hand fisted the base of my girl-dick while her mouth bobbed along the top. She sucked hard, moaning around my cock. My pussy clenched and my nuts brimmed with a load of cum. “Mmm, apologize for all those mean things you said. For all the times you’ve yelled at me.”
Ms. Lyon did. She apologized with that wonderful mouth of hers.
I closed my eyes, enjoying her lips sliding down my shaft. My hands slid through her short, frizzy hair. I reveled in this sexy, Black MILF worshiping my dick. Pussy juices soaked my bush and dribbled down my thighs.
Mrs. Solomon moaned right beside us. I opened my eyes to the naked MILF scooping my jizz off her face with her fingers and popping it into her mouth. She sucked on her digits, her cheeks hollowing as she loved the flavor of my cum.
“You have fingers, too, Ms. Lyon,” I panted, inspired. “Apologize to my pussy. I’m more than a cock.”
Ms. Lyon moaned around my shaft. Her left hand slid up my inner thigh. A tingle rippled ahead of her touch. My pussy lips grew excited. I squirmed in place, the pleasure building and building in my futa-balls. I would have such a wonderful orgasm. She rose higher and higher. My futa-dick throbbed in her hungry mouth.
Her fingers reached my pussy lips.
I let out an explosive breath as she stroked up and down my juicy labia. The pleasure rippled through my body and flowed up my cock. She caressed my naughty bits, my hairless nutsack resting on her wrist. This wild delight rippled through my body. I groaned, my breasts jiggling.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. “Ooh, that’s perfect. Oh, you’re apologizing so well.”
“Mmm, she is sucking hard,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. She scooped up a line of cum off her face and then darted her hand down to her pussy. She rubbed my jizz into her pussy lips.
My cunt clenched.
I groaned as Mrs. Solomon thrust her fingers into her pussy, plunging my jizz into her depth. My dick throbbed in Ms. Lyon’s sucking mouth. The pleasure swept through my body. My heart pounded so fast. A rapid beat that swept such aching bliss through me.
Ms. Lyon’s digits stroked up and down my pussy lips as she coaxed my cum to erupt into her hungry mouth. My toes curled in my shoes. I would spurt so much jizz into her mouth. The pressure swelled in my girl-balls. This wicked heat swept through my body.
She thrust her fingers into my cunt’s depths.
“Ms. Lyon!” I gasped, my firm titties jiggling. A rush of delight swept up to the pinnacle of my cock.