My Son's Bully Takes Me Ch. 05

The next few days were the hardest of my life. It was even harder than dealing with the death of my husband. I couldn't believe what happened, what I allowed to happen.

The rest of the weekend, I stayed hiding in my room. I was unable to face Kevin. I told him I was sick, which was true. I was sick to my stomach of shame and guilt.

Come Monday, that sickness also included dread. I was terrified that Kevin would find out what happened. I was scared to death of what his reaction would be if he found out that I let Marcus, his bully and tormentors, have sex with me not once but twice.

Thankfully, I didn't have to worry. Kevin never said anything. But for that first week, my nerves were afraid every time I heard Kevin come home from school.

Thankfully, every time he walked in the door, Kevin was in a good mood. He never brought up anything about Marcus and I.

Slowly my anxiety and stress level started to go down as the week went by. That is until Friday rolled around.

I was scared put of my mind that Marcus would show up Saturday morning. Worse, I was afraid of what would happen if he did. I don't know what I was more afraid of; Marcus showing up and the two of us having sex again or what Marcus would do if I was finally able to say no.

Saturday morning, I tried to keep myself busy. Doing laundry, vacuuming, cleaning, everything I could think of. Nothing helped. Every few minutes I was glancing at a clock or looking out the windows.

I let out s huge sigh of relief when Marcus's normal arrival time passed with no sign of him. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted of my shoulders.

Things settled back down and returned to normal for the weekend and the start of the week. It wasn't till the mid week that I realised I had a different problem. I was constantly horny and wanting sex.

After my husband died, I had spent the first few months grieving and looking after Kevin. I didn't have any desire for sex and got used to living without. When the desire returned, masturbating worked to please myself.

Now, after 6 years without sex, finally having it again made me crave it more. On the Thursday morning I woke up very excited. I waiting till Kevin had gone to school before I started.

I started with my fingers, but that felt more like teasing. I took out my vibrator and dildo. I pressed the vibrator to my clit. It was better but still not enough.

I switched to my dildo and started to slowly slide it in and out. I started to speed up, but even that was not fulfilling. I then used both my vibrator and dildo at the same time.

Eventually, I was able to cum but an hour later I was horny again. I tried to ignore it but when it got too much to ignore, I went back to my bedroom and played again. And then again.

Even in the evening, after Kevin had gone to bed, I had the overwhelming desire for sexual pleasure. This time I turned on some porn as I played.

At first I watched the first video that popped up on the list. I quickly realized that wasn't what I want to see. I did a quick search and found what I wanted.

Within moments I was watching a white woman having sex with a black man. Actually, it was more her getting fucked hard.

I tried to match the pace the man had in the video, but I wasn't able to. I watched and listened as the woman moaned, screamed, and begged for more. Pretty quickly my eyes were closed as I listened.

A few moments later, my mind was filled with the memories of how Marcus fucked me the second time. The memories of his hard and aggressive approach coupled with the sounds of the video made me cum harder than any other time that day.

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, I was content thinking I got it out of my system. But I was very wrong.

When I woke up on Friday, I was just as horny as I had been last night. Again, I waited till Levin had gone to school before rushing back to my bedroom.

I skipped using my fingers and went straight to the dildo. I didn't turn on any porn this time. Instead, I began to fantasize about a black man fucking me.

I quickly began to realize, the dildo I was using wasn't cutting it anymore. After having Marcus's big member inside of me, I want something as big.

Immediately the black man I was fantasizing about turned into Marcus. Memories of laying on the table, watching him enter me mingles with the memory of being bent over and fucked hard.

I kept wondered what it would have looked like if Marcus had fucked me as hard as he did the second time except with me laying on the table. That thought gave me a large orgasm.

Once I calmed down, I opened an the internet and started browsing larger dildos. I was shocked with how massive some of them were.

I started looking at some that I thought were the same size as Marcus. After a few seconds I realised what I was doing. I immediately closed the browser and shut the computer off.

I had to get control of myself. I had to stop thinking of Marcus, especially when playing with myself. But it was easier said than done.

It got to the point where I stopped playing with myself. I couldn't trust my mind and what I would think about.

Not playing only made things worse. The want and desire was heightening everyday.

I would be at the gym or shopping and I would see an attractive man, sometimes man unattractive man too. I would start to wonder how big he was, how he liked to have sex, positioning, and stamina. It was like I was in heat.

By Sunday night, two weeks after Marcus, I couldn't take it anymore. I took out my toys and played for what seemed like hours. I was such a sweaty mess by the end.

I wish I could say I was satisfied but I wasn't. I still desperately wanted a man. And it wasn't just the desire for sex. I wanted to be fucked. I want the hard and fast race to orgasm sex. It seemed to dominate my every thought.

So, on the Thursday night, when my best friend Cindy said we should have a night out on Friday, I jumped at the chance. I had known Cindy since we were kids. She had been married once upon a time, but after it ended badly, she never had a significant romantic relationship again. I knew I could ask her some things and not be judged.

I knew my eagerness caught her off guard. Normally I would take some convincing, or would just say no to stay home with Kevin. But I was anything but normal.

We decided to go out for a late dinner and then go to a pub she likes. We also decided to take n Uber or a cab in case we both drank too much.

I had some difficulty deciding on what to wear. At first, I was going to wear my favorite dress, but then I remembered Marcus had ruined it when he ripped off the buttons. The memory started to get me excited to the point I had to openly fight to get ready.

I settled on a black dress I had. I hugged my figure nicely, showed a little cleavage, and went halfway down my leg. It was both a little conservative but also sexy.

I knew it was a good choice when Cindy met me at the restaurant and said I looked good. We chatted for a bit and had some good laughs over dinner.

The pub we were going to after was only a few blocks away so we decided to walk. Halfway there, it started to get a little breezy. It wasn't bad just made things a little chilly.

By the time we got to the club, I was glad to get into the warmth. Cindy made a joke about whether I was cold or nipply. I couldn't help but look down to see my nipples were erect. I was embarrassed, but there was no way to hide it.

We went to the bar and ordered some drinks. We turned around and leaned against the bar as we looked around the room.

Across the room, sitting at a both was a very attractive black man. He looked to be in his mid thirties. He had on a white golf shirt that was tight enough to show his muscles.

I couldn't help but get a little excited while looking at him. I felt my face blush when he turned and looked my way and saw me checking him out.

He did a head to toe look at me and then smiled at me. I immediately turned to Cindy.

"That guy across the room is checking me out." I said to her.

"Which one?" Cindy asked as she looked over. "The black guy?"

"Yeah." I said. "How did you know?"

"Cause he is walking towards us and his eyes haven't left you!"

"Hello ladies. Having a good night?" The man said in a deep voice.

"For sure." Cindy said. "Although it would be nice to have a seat, but it seems all the booths are taken."

"You are welcome to join me at mine." He said and gestured over to the area. "My name is Carl."

"I am Rachel and this is Cindy I said as we walked to his booth.

"Nice to meet the two of you." He said with a smile as we sat down.

I sat down beside him and Cindy sat beside me. We chatted and flirted for a while. I was horrible at it but Cindy helped to steer the conversation in spite of my awkwardness.

It didn't take long for Carl to figure out Cindy wasn't interested but I was. He started directing his questions and comments to me. He didn't ignore Cindy, but I was his focus and I liked that.

After a little while, Cindy said she saw a friend and wanted to go say hi to. She got up and left us alone.

After a few more drinks, I was feeling a good buzz and was enjoying the attention from Carl. I was definitely hoping things would keep moving forward.

Carl started to inch his way closer to me. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and leaned into him. A few moments later, I felt his hand on my thigh.

I had been sitting with my legs crossed, but as soon as I felt his hand on my thigh, I undressed them. He started to rub my thigh, gradually moving his hand higher. He leaned in and kissed my neck.

"Ever have some big chocolate before? He whispered into my ear.

"No." I lied. "How big are we talking?" I asked.

"9.5." He said. "More than enough to make you scream.

When he said this he touched my wet panties. My whole body shuddered and I let out a soft moan.

"Looks and feelings like you want to get out of here." Carl said as he kissed my neck.

"That sounds like a good idea." I replied. "I just have to go to bathroom and tell Cindy."

"Don't keep me waiting to long!" He said with a smirk.

I slowly crawled out of the booth and straighten my dress. I went looking around for Cindy. It took a few minutes, but when I found her, she smiled and followed me to the line up for the bathroom.

"Looks to be going very well with Carl." She said while we waited.

"It is. He wants to leave and I want to go with him." I said with some trepidation in my voice.

"What's the problem?" Cindy said picking up on my feeling.

"What happens next? I mean, I have never done this. Left with a man I just met. Where do we go? I said.

"Well, you can go to your place." She said.

"God no! Last thing I need is for Kevin to see a strange man coming and going! That would be so embarrassing!"

"Okay. Well, I guess that leaves his place or a hotel room. Well, you could do it in his car, but that is uncomfortable! We aren't as nimble as we were in high school!" Cindy said with a laugh.

"I guess I will have to wait till we get to his car!" I said as we finally got into the bathroom.

"Just be careful and safe. Text me his address and then text when you are leaving." Cindy.

"I will." I replied.

We headed into separate stalls. I didn't have to go, but I wanted to make sure I was okay and to try off between my legs. I debated throwing my panties away as they were already soaked. I decided against it.

I left the stall and washed my hands. I checked my reflection and touched up my make up and my hair a bit.

Cindy washed her hands and smiled at me in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile and blush.

When we walked out, I took a look at the booth but didn't see Carl. Cindy also noticed he was gone.

"He probably went to pay the bill." Cindy said. We both started walking towards the front.

I was glancing around trying to find him with no luck. Cindy was doing the same. As we neared the front, I did see him paying. I smiled and started to walk towards him. After I took two steps, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Carl had a blonde woman under one arm and a brunette under the other. He looked at me, and gave a little shrug before he headed for the door with the two women.

"Asshole!" Cindy said when she saw what I had been looking at. "You okay?" She asked.

"Well, that sucks." I said. I was trying to put on a brave face, but I was extremely disappointed and upset.

"Do you want to stick around?" Cindy asked.

"You stay. I don't want my bad luck ruin your night. I think I will just take a can home.

"No. I will come with you."

"No, no." I said. "It's okay. I guess I just had a bad choice tonight. I will be okay. You looked to be having fun. I don't want to ruin your night."

"You sure?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, I am sure. I will probably just have a class of wine and go to sleep anyway. You have fun!" I said and smiled at her. " At least this way, you won't get a 3 am text from me."

We both laughed, but Cindy knew me well enough to know I was putting on a brave face.

"Okay." She said. "Just remember, you always have Bob."

"Bob?" I asked confused.

"Battery operated boyfriend!"

We both had a good laugh and it cheered me up a bit. If only Cindy knew how much use Bob was already getting.

I gave her a quick hug and headed for the door. Thankfully the wind had died down, so it was pretty nice outside. As I stood there, I realized I wasn't disappointed that Carl had left with someone else. I was disappointed I wasn't going to get laid.

I was about to log in for an Uber when a can showed up. After the people got out, I asked if the driver was free. When he said he was, I jumped in.

I told the driver where to go and he started. I was still excited and wet. I was craving sex. I wanted sex. No, that wasn't right. I wanted to fuck. Hard, fast, screaming pleasure.

I took a closer look at the driver. He was of Indian descent and I wondered if Indian men were as big as black men. I couldn't believe I was thinking about fucking a cabbie in his car.

I wanted it bad. I needed it. Damn Marcus for reawakening this in me.

As soon as I thought this, I remembered something. I pulled out my phone and scrolled down the contacts list. There was his name and number.

I bit my lip as I stared at the phone. I looked at the time and saw it was just after midnight. My heart started to race as I considered doing the unthinkable.

I looked outside and saw we were only a few minutes from the house. I looked back at my phone.

Maybe he is already asleep or out with his friends. More likely he was already fucking someone. The thought of him fucking was making me even more excited.

I opened up his contact info, took a deep breath. I typed in asking if he was busy. My heart was racing as I hit send.

I had immediate sense of regret as well. What if he showed Kevin? What would Kevin think if he saw me texting Marcus at midnight?

We pulled up to the house. I paid the cab and got out. As I was walking up the driveway, my phone dinged with a message.

My hands started to shack as I pulled my phone out if my purse. It was from Marcus.

"Be there in 15. Leave the front unlocked." It said.

"Okay. But be quiet when you come in." I typed back with a smile on my face.

I quickly unlocked the door. I tried to be quiet but stumbled over Kevin's shoes. I quickly put them in the closet but closed the door a little too loud.

I froze in place and held my breath and waited to see if I hear Kevin. After there was nothing but silence, I let out a sigh and hurried to my room.

I kicked off my shoes in the direction of the closet. I thought about leaving my dress on, but I decided not too. Would just postponed things. I had the same thought with my bra and panties.

I moved the duvet off the bed and just left some sheets under me as I played down. Nervous excitement was coursing through my body. I could just lay still and wait.

One of my hands cupped my breast while the other slid down my body. I spread my legs and started to rub myself. I was already soaked but I wanted to be wetter. I wanted Marcus to be able to slide right in.

I only teased myself to get wet. I wasn't trying to get off. That would happen soon enough. I had to admit, I couldn't wait for it. For him.

Thankfully, Marcus was true to his word and showed up at the house pretty quickly. I heard the front door open and close a little too loudly for my liking.

I bit my lip as I heard him walking though the house towers the light and my bedroom. And then he was standing in the door way.

He was surprised he was in his usual basketball shorts and t-shirt. I figured he would in at least be jeans. But I was glad to be wrong I could see the outline of his cock in his shorts and it was getting bigger

"Well, look at this. A hot milf, laying in her bed alone, rubbing her pussy." Marcus said. Then he moved his head to the side to look at my pussy. I opened my legs wider to give him a better view. "And already soaked. Guess you really wanted some big black cock, didn't you?"

I just smiled at him and watch as he took off his shirt. Seeing his dark, muscular chest, and arms was erotic and such a turn on especially in my bedroom.

Marcus then reached down and undid the bow holding his shorts up. They dropped but not to the floor. Is hardening cock was holding them up. He gave them a quick push and they dropped, causing his cock to bounce.

"This what you are wanting?" He asked as he grabbed is cock and started to rub it.

"No." I said shacking my head. "Needing."

Marcus smiled and walked towards the bed. He climbed on and moved over top of me.

"I have missed these." He said as he grabbed a breast in one hand and lowered himself down. He opened his mouth and started to suck on my hard nipple.

"Mmmmm." I moaned. I could feel his cock brushing against my leg as he sucked on my nipple.

I tilted my body to the side a bit and reached down. I wrapped my hand around his cock and started to rub it.

Marcus sucked my nipple and pulled his head up. My breast lift with him. There was a loud popping sound when my nipple fell from his mouth.

"You want my cock bad, don't you?" He asked as he reached down and grab my leg. He gently lifted it up till my ankle was by his head.

"No." I replied. "I need it."

"Good answer." Marcus replied as he grabbed my other leg and moved it so my other ankle was by his head.

"Last time, I took your pussy for myself. Now, now you are going to give it to me. Stick my cock in your pussy!" Marcus commanded.

He moved forward a bit, lifting my ass off the bed and positioning his cock right by my pussy. I slide my hand halfway up it and gently pulled it. I felt his head brush against my lips.

His face was only inches from mine. Kissing him as he entered me crossed my mind, but this wasn't about passion or feelings. This was about fucking; about loud aggressive sex. Kissing had no place here.

I was thankfully that Kevin was a heavy sleeper and for the door being mostly shut. I knew I was going to be loud.

I moved Marcus's cock in to position and started to pull on it. Compared to the first time, his cock slide easily into me. He still stretched me out, but it was a good feeling, a wanted feeling.

"That's it!" Marcus said as he allowed me to slide him in deeper. "Give yourself to me! You are mine now!"

As soon as it said it, he forces his cock all the way into me. He held it for a second as he adjusted his hands, putting them on each side of my head.

As soon as he was in position, Marcus started. He raised himself up and the slammed down on my. I sunk a little into the bed with his force. It also took my breath away as the ecstasy of it ran though my entire body.

When I felt is balls slap the bottom of my ass, Marcus did it again and again. He knew what I needed and he was giving it to me. He was giving me the hard, fast fuck I had craved.