PART ONE
Cathy Brewster had been married for over thirty years and in that time, she had used enough of Montana's electricity to cause a blackout in the state. She had burned out many vibrator motors, seen enough "rabbits" die to indicate pregnancy in the entire Midwest and in a fit of extreme horniness had just broken the neck on her Hitachi Wand!
She lay on her back in bed, gasping, in an effort to regain her equilibrium as she chuckled and exclaimed to no one in particular,
"Who the hell breaks the head off a Hitachi Wand? I must be the only woman in the world, horny enough to break the head off a vibrator!"
Without getting up to clean herself, she just unplugged the wand and rolled over on her side. Her thighs were wet from squirting, her clitoris was red and swollen, her pussy lips still throbbed and as her heart rate returned to normal, she fell asleep. It wasn't because she didn't get enough dick, for Lord knows that Michael, her husband, laid the wood to her a few times a week even after thirty years of marriage, and did a good job of it too, but after thirty years, it had become somewhat mundane and predictable. That charge of excitement present in her youth, was what was missing.
Michael had met her as a young girl of eighteen, taken her virginity, married her and over the thirty years, given her two children. He had also introduced her to oral sex and even taught her to enjoy having her ass plundered, which she really did. She had been taken by him in every position known to mankind, even invented a few of their own and enjoyed them all, so lack of sex was not the problem.
It was more of a desire to keep their sexual exploits new, and interesting, and maintain that youthful vibrant electricity in their coupling. That was what they missed.
Michael was a university professor and was presently on travel as he was once a month, delivering lectures in his area of specialty, a new developing area in neurobiology. It just happened, as it did many times before, that he was gone when she was extra horny; thus, the graveyard of vibrators that she retained for use in his absence. She knew that when he returned, she would be in for some serious dicking but that would be then, this was now!
Cathy had been raised in a very conservative black, southern household, and had quite a lot of Victorian ethics attached to her sexuality. She had left her home in Raleigh, North Carolina to attend college at the University of Nebraska to major in Sociology. As the apple of her father's eye, he expected her to be a standout student.
Her mother, on the other hand, wanted her to learn something about life and living as well!
Her father was a postman with strict authoritarian ethics. Children were to be seen, not heard, and never insinuate themselves into adult conversation of any sort. She and her sister had been shushed many times when they wanted to ask questions when the grown-ups were talking. A backhand or two was enough to cure them of any such boldness!
Her Mom was a schoolteacher, who accepted her dad's role as the master of his house and most times, she supported him. Occasionally, she would dissent, most times over the level of Cathy's exposure or lack of it, to "real life," as her mother put it.
That was the major cause of breaches in domestic tranquility, within their household, which fortunately, never lasted long, as the subsequent sounds of squeaking bedsprings. joined by muted cries of,
"Oh God!!! Oh--h-h-h......Ohhhh-my-y-y God-d-d!!!!" or
"Ohhh!!!!!!!Shittt-tt-t!!!....Paul, you big ddd-i-c-ked-d-d heathen!!!!!
and sometimes even.
"Paul....you son of a bitch, you trying to k-k-kill me?"
escaped Daisy's lips during some of the more intense moments of their conjugal rapprochements!'
These super-charged vignettes were usually followed by soft chuckles and satisfied murmurings, much to Cathy and her sister's amusement. The following morning would always be met with smiles and caresses between her parents, as all was now right with their world!
Paul was determined that none of "them little, nasty boys down the street," was going to ruin his daughters' pussies and so he kept the girls on a tight rein. It didn't matter that he had done the same thing to Daisy, Cathy's mom, and impregnated her when she was sixteen. Nobody, and I mean nobody, was getting near his daughters' treasure troves! This meant that they either stayed in the house or on the front porch when not in church or Sunday school, or attending young people's meetings, and conferences, at which times, either he or Daisy or a trusted family friend would be present. Events like school sports or plays, always required a chaperone.
While he was successful in preserving their physical virginities, their minds knew about dicks and sex, and they bided their time to investigate both.
Cathy was a good student and won a scholarship to attend the University of Nebraska. Paul didn't want her to go that far from home, but Daisy prevailed, arguing that it would be good for her development, especially if she would have to be working among white people, with whom she would "rub shoulders," as she termed it.
Paul was not too impressed but fresh off some good Daisy pussy, he relented.
Daisy was a pragmatist. She also had an ulterior motive; in that she didn't want her daughter to grow up not knowing about men and sex as she had. She figured that being away from home, some enterprising, young man, preferably black, would eventually talk her child out of her panties, and she would come to enjoy something similar to what she and Paul did weekly. She wanted her to learn about men and how to recognize and protect herself from some of the scoundrels that dwelt among them!
The last thing that she told Cathy before putting her on the train was,
"You're probably going meet a lot of young boys who want to get into your pants, but don't you open your legs for just anybody! Make sure that person values what you give up! Get to know those who really care for you, and those who do not! You are the first of us going off to college. Make us proud."
With that, she hugged Cathy fiercely, as a tear seeped down her cheek, and pushed her through the train door with a wave. Paul never understood moments like these, when women cried as their offspring left home. He never knew the hopes and imaginings sacrificed by many of the women, to try to ensure the success of their progeny!
Cathy was determined to be successful, after all, she was the first of her family to go away to school, and if her younger sister was going to be allowed to do the same thing, she had to demonstrate that Daisy had made the right decision.
When Cathy arrived in Nebraska and classes finally started, she entered class with serious intent. She studied long and hard and never neglected her studies!
In her biology lab class, she was paired with a good-looking dark-skinned guy named Michael Brewster. He appeared to be quite shy and unlike some of the other guys, he didn't try to stare her down. As a matter of fact, the few times that she caught him looking at her, he would hang his head in embarrassment. She found herself liking and being drawn to him and would often smile when she caught him looking at her.
Michael couldn't help noticing her beautiful blemish-free face, soft lips, perky breasts, rambunctious bubble butt and shapely legs; all of which was wrapped up in mahogany skin that was as smooth as a baby's behind! He was forever having to hide his hard-on when they worked together!
She liked what she saw too. His hair was neat and soft, his body was trim from running track in high school, his skin, black velvet and ever so often, she sneaked an occasional glance at the big bulge in the front of his slacks that many of her female friends in the class, talked about!
She shivered every time she saw it, imagining it inside her, still hearing her mother's words ringing in her ears.
Just as Cathy's mother had, Michael's mom had informed him that she was sending him to school to get an education and not to go and get anyone's daughter pregnant! She threatened his life and limb if he ever knocked some girl up, even though she smiled at her admonishment when she was alone in her bedroom, knowing full well how she loved a good dick herself!
Michael was leaving Brooklyn, New York, and many considered the "big city" boys as fast and "forced ripe," who had to be watched around young girls. Michael really didn't fit that depiction but how was someone to know if they never got to know him?
