Secrets In The Dark

When I was younger my cock was hard all the time. No matter how much I jerked off it never seemed to get tired. I guess it was pretty normal for a kid my age, but I was obsessed with pussy. I thought about it all day. But it wasn't girls of my age that I lusted after; I wanted older women. And not just older women either; the ones that got my dick really stiff were older white women. I spent night after night thinking about my schoolteachers.

The girls at the school just didn't cut it for me. They seemed boring and immature, always playing head games. I did try my luck with some of the girls in my age group, but they'd never let me fuck them. Sure, they'd let me suck on their tits or maybe give me a hand job. If I was really lucky I might get one to suck my cock, but then she wouldn't let me come in her mouth. It was bullshit like that that bugged me. An older woman wouldn't play such games - at least, I hoped she wouldn't. I was tired of going out on dates and coming home to my hand.

Pussy was what I needed. I didn't mind where it came from; at 18 years of age I was tired of jerking off. It wasn't that I was ugly or anything I was just shy around girls. And when I did hook up with a girl my age I was scared and nervous. I always wished I could be more aggressive. When I did try to get some pussy and the girl said no, I would just stop. I was afraid to push the issue cause I didn't want to make them mad. I would always find out a week or two later they let some other guy fuck them.

I guess my preference for older white women started on the golf course. I used to caddy for them at a country club in Westchester. A new caddie was called a rabbit, which basically meant a rookie. It also meant you didn't have enough golf experience to caddie for the men, so the caddie master would assign you to the women golfers. It was perfect for a horny young black kid like me. I got to spend four and half hours with four older white women. I loved it.

Most of the women were rich, and probably in their early 30's to early 50's, and some of them were sexy too. I used to love watching them bend down to pick up their golf balls and stuff. The funny thing was that most of them didn't even like the game, and played it just 'cause their husbands did. I was always a perfect gentleman when I was out with the ladies. It wasn't just that I wanted bigger tips; I wanted them to like me and to ask for me to caddy for them.

They all thought I was kind of cute, and I found myself adjusting the position of my cock for the entire 18 holes. I couldn't wait to get home and jerk off. I'd be standing on the green, holding the flag, and fucking these women in my mind. I'd fantasize that one of them would take me into the woods and suck my black dick. I'd imagine all four ladies standing on the tee in line for me to fuck them. They were rich, these ladies, with everything money could buy, but I thought I saw loneliness in their eyes.

My mother and I lived alone, my parents having divorced when I was about ten years old. We had a small 2-bedroom apartment in White Plains - not the biggest place in the world, but enough for the two of us. My mother never went out except to go to work, and she came home every day.

It wasn't till I turned 16 that I was allowed to be home by myself. About once a month on a Friday night she would say she was going out, and then she'd return home around 1 am. I was happy to see her go out. She was only 38 years old, and I thought she needed some fun. Plus, it left me home alone. The minute she walked out the door I'd grab one of my porno tapes, drop it in the VCR and spend the evening jerking off.

Her once-a-month nights out soon became once a fortnight. One day she said she'd be going out with her white friend, Abigail, from work. I remembered Abigail from a company picnic, about 4 years earlier, when she'd sat with my mother and me the whole time, but I couldn't recall what she looked like. I remembered hearing about her long commute from New Jersey. When I asked about Abigail's husband my mother said that she'd divorced her husband last year, and now lived with her two kids.

I was home when my mother and Abigail arrived from work Friday night, and came out of my room to say hi. "Will, this is Abigail. Do you remember her from the picnic?" I was speechless. She was beautiful, like one of those ladies at the country club I had a crush on. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that hinted at huge breasts underneath, and a short skirt that flared out at the hips. She didn't have to turn around for me to know she was packing a fat juicy ass.

"Oh my God… look how he's grown!" she said, walking over and giving me a big kiss on the cheek. I said hello and stuff. I could feel my cock staring to stir; it had been a while since we'd had a guest in our apartment, and this hot ass white older woman was awesome. She smiled at my mother and said: "I bet all the girls are after him… he's so handsome." I blushed, embarrassed by the compliment. If she only knew that in my mind I was undressing her... that I had her bent over and was fucking the shit out of her... she wouldn't think I was so fucking cute!

They went into my mom's bedroom to get changed, while I went back in my room, locked the door and jerked off. I thought about Abigail changing her clothes, and visions of her in bra and panties ripped through my balls, making me let loose a thick blast of cum into a toilet tissue. I couldn't believe how quickly I came. I went to the kitchen and got myself a drink. When the women joined me they both look great; even mom had a little extra pop in her step.

My attention, though, was on Abigail. She looked fantastic. She had changed into a one-piece dress that really showed off her voluptuous figure. I said, "Wow! You guys look really good." Abigail seemed a little taken back. I guess she didn't expect that from someone as young as me. But she smiled and said, "D'you really think so, Will? It's been years since I went out." I grew bold and said, "Turn around and let me see." She spun around slowly, giving me my first opportunity to look at that bountiful ass. "WOW!" I exclaimed, and both of them giggled like schoolgirls. Abigail said, "You like what you see, then?" I said: "Hell, yeah! If I were 15 years older I'd ask you out. "You're a sweet boy, Will. Thanks for the compliment."

"You're welcome… and, by the way, you look great too, mom." If Abigail only knew that I had a man sized cock between my legs, she wouldn't be so quick to call me boy.

My mother usually got back about 1 am from her nights out. It was a stretch for her, as she normally found it hard to stay up late. Most nights she was in bed by 9:30, and out like a light by 9:45. At 1:15 am I started worrying, wondering where in hell she was. About 5 minutes later I heard the door burst open, and when I came out of my room I found my mother and Abigail in the doorway, drunk off their asses, laughing and giggling. I'd never seen my mother in such a state before, though Abigail seemed the drunker of the two from the way my mother was holding her up. "I guess you ladies had a good time." I said, smirking. Still laughing, they were having some difficulty getting through the door together. Mom said, "I'm sorry Will, I guess we had a little too much fun. But why are you still up?" I said, "You're usually back before 1, and when you weren't I got worried. That was a lie. I'd actually been surfing the web, looking for porn. Abigail said, "See? I told you he was a good boy. How cute he looks standing there, worrying about his mom."

Though her speech was slurred, to me she seemed even sexier drunk than when sober. My mother said that Abigail had had 'way too much to drink, and would be staying the night. I said, "That's a good idea. I'll get some blankets and a sheet, and make up the couch. Again Abigail told my mom what a sweet boy I was. She didn't recognize the pervert inside. My mother looked exhausted. I knew she couldn't wait to get to her bed.

I made up the couch like a good little boy. Abigail and my mother came in a few minutes later. I went to make a sandwich in the kitchen, just a few feet from the living room, and heard them talking; people speak louder than usual when they're drunk. I heard Abigail say, "My husband used to get me drunk and wait till I fell asleep. Then he'd fuck me in my sleep. I never used to feel a thing." I almost choked on my sandwich when I heard that.

How could a woman get fucked in her sleep and not know about it. Then I heard her say, "What a selfish prick he was. I'm glad I divorced his ass." I heard them laughing again. My mom said she was beat and was going to bed. I came out of the kitchen and turned on the TV, handing the remote to Abigail, who was sitting on the couch in one of my mother's long T-shirts. The first thing I noticed was her creamy white thighs. They looked so soft and fleshy. Her hair was all over the place and she looked kind of funny. I said, "Here's the remote if you want to watch TV." She looked up at me with drunken eyes and said, "I won't be needing that. I'll be out like a light in 5 minutes."

"Well, keep it just in case. Good night."

When I got back to my room my 8-inch tool was at full stretch, and I lay down on my bed thinking about what Abigail had said to my mother. Two minutes later I heard mom shut her door. I couldn't get Abigail out of my mind. She'd looked so fucking sexy sitting on the couch in that t-shirt. I imagined how she might have looked when she was drunk and being fucked by her husband. The thought of her just lying there while being penetrated excited me. I wondered what her pussy looked like - was it hairy or bald? I was obsessed. The older white woman of my dreams was lying drunk in the next room. There wasn't a chance in hell that I'd sleep tonight.

Lying in my bed, staring into the darkness, was pure torture. My obsession with pussy totally possessed my soul. I wondered if I was weirder than most kids my age. In my mind I fucked Abigail over and over, though I'd never yet actually fucked anybody. The closest I'd ever been to getting pussy was when I fooled around with this white girl from my school. She was Italian and told me she was saving herself for marriage and all that bullshit.

But she did let me rub her pussy with my cock for a few minutes. I remembered how good it felt and how I wished I could just push it in a little. I rubbed the cockhead between her wet pussy lips while she watched me like a hawk. I begged her to let me stick it in for a second, but all she said was "No way." And she kept on saying no, though I begged and pleaded. I was a gentleman and didn't push it in. I had hoped that having got this far, maybe next time she'd let me push it in a little. Then maybe the next time she'd let me get in a couple of pumps... and so on.

That hope was ruined the following week when she saw me talking to this girl she hated. She accused me of flirting, and said it was over between us. And I hadn't even been talking to the girl; she just happened to be standing next to me. That's why I couldn't stand girls my age. Everything became like an episode of Jerry Springer. There was nothing but drama round every hallway corner at White Plains High School.

It had been at least an hour since my mother closed her door, and I still couldn't get my mind off what was lying on the living room couch. I needed to take a leak, so I left my bedroom and went into the bathroom. On the way back I passed the living room and saw the light from the television still on. I also heard Abigail snoring. It threw me at first; I hadn't realized women could snore like that. I thought I'd be a good boy and turn the TV off, but when I entered the living room and looked toward the couch I stopped dead. Abigail was stretched out on the couch, and what got me crazy was that her left leg was high up on the back of the couch while the sheet that should have been on top of her was all mangled and balled up around her waist.

The only light was from the television. Suddenly the room became brighter - I guess they went to commercials - and to this day I have never seen anything prettier. Abigail was wearing some kind of blue lacey panties, and she looked incredible in them. What really got my attention and made my young cock jump to attention was how her panties fitted her. Instead of being tight and snug, they were loose and puffy. I hadn't seen too many women in their panties, but the girls I'd fooled around with had always worn them tight and snug. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw her bush. The pussy hair was nice and thick, and to this day the memory of that hairy pussy gets my cock hard.

She looked like a lifeless doll and I couldn't help staring at her. Her chest was moving slowly up and down; I found it exciting just to watch her breathe. I thought, no wonder her husband liked to fuck her while she was asleep - though I couldn't see how a woman could be fucked in her sleep and not know it. My dick was so hard it hurt. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wished I had the balls to just jump on the couch between her legs and shove my cock into that hairy pussy. But, though in my dreams I am hard as nails, in real life I was a punk who'd never make such a bold move.

I stared at her half-naked pussy for about ten minutes, my cock throbbing inside my shorts. All my fantasies were right there on the couch before me. I could whip my cock out and jerk off while looking at her. Who would know? I crept a little closer to see better between her legs. She seemed to be in a deep sleep... but how deep? The closer I got the warmer I became, with sweat trickling down my forehead. I was scared to death, but excited too. What if she woke up to find me standing over her and stroking my cock? I'd have to cut the TV off. But then, how the fuck could I see her in the dark? It was a dilemma. Fuck it, I'd have to leave the TV on. I'd hang on to the remote, with my finger on the off button, and if she moved a single millimeter I'd click the TV off and escape into the darkness. I felt like a cat burglar planning to steal the crown jewels. I grabbed the remote and got into position, the remote in my right hand and my cock in my left.

I began stroking my cock and staring at my fantasy woman. The light from the television was fading in and out. One moment it was bright, the next it was pretty dark. It didn't matter, though, 'cause I never lost track of her crotch. Her panties were loose over her pussy area, and pussy hair was sticking out. Damn, she looked hot! I tried to visualize myself between her thighs, pumping with my black tool into that white hole. I didn't want the moment to end. It had to be the most exciting thing I'd ever done. But I wanted so bad to fuck her.

I could feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock, making it slippery. I was close to cummimg. I tilted my head back and slowed down my pace. I didn't want it to end just yet; I wanted it to last just a little longer. My hand felt so good wrapped around my cock. My balls were beginning to stir. I looked down at those spread legs and my mind silently screamed in ecstasy. " Ohhhh…Goddddddd" I exhaled slowly, trying to stop myself from panting. My mind was blurry and so was my vision. All of a sudden, BAAAM!!!! A hand clamped down on my wrist! My body went into to shock and my right hand automatically clicked off the television. I was BUSTED!

"Wilson? Wilson? Is that you?"

I was fucking caught. I felt like a drowning man as my life flashed before my eyes. The room was now pitch black. I couldn't see anything, but I felt Abigail's hand clutching my wrist, just inches away from my cock. I was paralyzed, and couldn't have moved if Id wanted to. For sure she was going to scream. I thought desperately how I might explain this to my mother when she came running from her room.

"Wilson, is that you? Ohhh my God! What are you doing?"

I thought about making a dash for it. A few seconds ago I'd been having the time of my life. Now I was wondering how much life I had left.

Her hand was squeezing my wrist. I was toast and I knew it. I tried to pull my wrist away but she squeezed it even tighter.

"Don't you dare move, young man. I … I….I…. know it's you, Wilson."

I had to think real fast. What could I say? The one thing I had going for me was that it was dark. She still didn't know what I had in my hand.

"I…I…I… I'm sorry I woke you, Abigail. I came in to turn off the television."

I couldn't see her but I heard her shifting around. I hoped she was still drunk. In that case she might believe me and let me sneak off into my room. I saw her outline trying to sit up. For a brief second she loosened her grip on my wrist, and I thought I was home free, but the way she did it made her hand brush against my cock. She immediately grabbed my dick in her hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so embarrassed, and I just knew the next place I'd be going that night was jail. Like a blind woman feeling her way in the dark, Abigail felt her way with her other hand and cupped my swollen balls for a second.

"Jesus Christ…. what do you think you're doing, Wilson?"

"Aggh…. Nothing… nothing," I whispered.

" Do you think I'm stupid, young man …. I know just what you were doing," she said sternly, "and I'm going to tell your mother. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The last thing I wanted was for my mother to see me like this. I was scared to death and pleaded with Abigail,

" Oh…. please don't tell her. Please, Abigail … I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry."

"What do you mean you couldn't help yourself? I thought you were a good boy. You should be ashamed. I will tell your mother, and she's going to be very upset."

"Aw, please don't tell mom.. I… I'm so sorry. I really did come in to turn off the TV, but when I saw you on the couch, lying like that, I lost my mind. I do apologize, but you looked so beautiful.."

The silence in the darkness was terrifying. No way was she was going to let me off, and I wished with all my heart that I'd stayed in my room. I expected her at any moment to scream out my mother' name, but as the seconds passed without her saying anything I began to hope that maybe she would accept my apology.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful, Wilson?"

I felt the tension in the room lift. Her voice was as sweet as it had been when she first came over.

"God, yes, Abigail. You're the prettiest woman I ever saw. Please forgive me. I'm truly sorry for what I did."

Suddenly there were two hands round my cock, but I was still afraid, and didn't know how I should react.

"May I go now? Please … I'm so embarrassed."

"You're not going anywhere, young man. You need to be taught a lesson."

It did appear, however, that she no longer intended to call my mother, which was a huge relief. There was a long silence, which I was afraid to interrupt. Abigail was still holding onto my cock and balls.

"For such a young man you sure have a big cock. Do you jerk off often?" She spoke quietly, almost in a whisper. I didn't reply, still too afraid to speak.

"That was a question, you nasty little boy."

"I…I….I…..yes, Abigail, I do."

I suddenly realized that she was stroking my cock and fondling my balls.

"Your cock is real hard, Wilson. Were you about to cum? Were you going to shoot your cum over me, you nasty little bastard."

I thought I detected amusement in her voice, but I wasn't sure if I liked the sound of "nasty little bastard." I said nothing.

"When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Do you understand? Otherwise I'll scream and wake your mom. I mean it."

"Please don't do that. I'll do whatever you say; only, don't call my mom…. Pleeeease."

"Have you ever had sex with a girl, Wilson?"

"A…a…a…yes"

"DON'T LIE TO ME, YOUNG MAN," she said sternly.