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Mo and What Are Friends For
(Author Unknown)

BOOK 1 ??" MO



    My wife Morgan was beautiful. Yeah, I know many men think their wife is beautiful as well they should. Morgan or Mo as most of her friends and family call her, has a wholesome beauty that is amplifies by her constant cheery smile and attitude.

    Mo and I got married young. I was nineteen and Mo was just barely eighteen. I had a job driving a delivery truck and Mo worked as an assistant to an office manager for the same company I drove for.

    Like a lot of young couples we didn't have any money for extra things. Just keeping our old car going, putting a roof over our heads, and food on the table took every dime we earned. It was a struggle but we didn't know it at the time. We were young, healthy, and in love, so nothing else mattered to us.

    After a hard day's work, we hurried home to get naked and get into bed. That was something that didn't cost anything and we didn't have to budget it. It was also something that Mo and I both loved. We started long before we were married and fucking just got better and better.

    I was aware that Mo wasn't a virgin when we did it for the first time but neither was I so I didn't pry. The fact that some other boy had popped her cherry didn't bother me because whoever was fucking her before I came along trained her right. 

    Mo came to me already an accomplished cock-sucker. In fact, Mo loved to suck my cock and most of the time she could get-off while sucking me. She could also cum from just breast play.

    Mo's nipples were super sensitive. Her 32A tits were cone shaped chest-jewels. Her nipples were large, puffy, and just right for sucking. Because she didn't need a bra she seldom wore one. Once we were talking about someone we knew that had her breasts enhanced. I asked Mo if she would want her boobs made larger if we could afford it.

    "Hell no," Mo said. "If we had that kind of money I'd want a better car and some hair removal electrolysis. I hate shaving my pussy when the stubble comes back. Why? Do you want me to have bigger tits?"

    "No," I told her.  "I think your tits are perfect just the way they are. You don't mess with perfection." 

    Since we didn't have money for movies and clubs we used a neighbor for entertainment. Of course she didn't know we did. At least I don't think she did.

    Mo and I discovered by accident that the woman who lived directly across the alley from our apartment liked to entertain men and she didn't close her shades. Her bedroom and our bedroom were perfectly aligned. We would turn out our light, pull up the shade, and we had a perfect view. Mo and I could actually lie on our bed and watch her getting laid on her bed.

    Her name was Ashley Allen. Mo found out her name from Mister Kim the Korean man who owned the grocery down the block.  Mister Kin was a gossip and made it his business to know everything about his customers. 

    "Did he say she was a prostitute?" I asked Mo when she told me what Mister Kim said.

    "He said she was but only part-time," Mo said. "Her main job is at a used car dealership. She's a salesperson."

    I thought it strange that they said she was a part-time hooker because there were different men in her apartment almost every night. She seemed to be a full time whore to me.

    Ashley Allen was a nice looking woman of about forty. Of course to Mo and me that seemed as old as dirt. I will have to admit she had a nice body. Larger than Mo in every detail. Ashley had curves everywhere.  Buxom, I suppose you would call her.

    "Earl, do you like her big boobs?" Mo asked me one night as we lay watching Ashley being fucked by a short fat man.

    "I like boobs, period," I answered truthfully. "Big ones, little ones, and anything in between. But," I quickly added, "I love your knockers, Mo. I love how they fit in my mouth. I love how your nipples stand up proudly when I play with them."

    "Boy, you got out of that one," Mo said laughing. "How much did he pay her? Could you tell?"

    "Not sure but it looked like two bills. Hundreds, I guess."

    "Wow," Mo said softly. "Imagine getting two hundred dollars just for fucking for a few minutes. That's almost like stealing the money. Talk about easy money."

    "She had to work for her money a few nights ago when that big fellow did her," I said. "That sucker was in the saddle for nearly an hour."

    "That ain't work, Earl," Mo said poking me in my ribs. "Ashley sure looked like she was having a good time. I could tell she had a bunch of orgasms. It's too bad we can't hear what they say."

    A few nights later Mo and I were lying in the dark watching for something to happen across the alley. We played with each other until Ashley's bedroom light came on.

    "Well that's a first," I said as Ashley led a black man into the room. I couldn't help but notice that Mo was suddenly breathing harder than usual. She sat straight up in bed and stayed that way the whole time the black fucked Ashley. Mo's eyes never left the screwing couple.

    I reached over and cupped the closest tit and the instant I touched Mo's nipple she had an orgasm. That was even faster than usual for her. Even in the throes of her climax her eyes stayed glued to Ashley and her friend or customer. We never knew when Ashley was fucking for fun or for profit because at times she seemed to be doing both.

    Mo and I watched the couple across the alley for nearly an hour and I was more than ready to hop on Mo and get going but she pushed me away. The instant the black man finished fucking Ashley, Mo attacked me. She got on top and rammed her pussy down on my hard cock and she was soaking wet.

    "You certainly seem to like watching her get fucked by a black man," I said when we stopped to catch our breath. "You've fucked a black before, haven't you?" I was guessing but it was an educated guess. "I think you liked the experience, didn't you?"

    "Yes, Earl," she said looking at me seriously. "Do you want to hear about it?" I told her I did and this is the story Mo told me.

    

***

    Morgan's story: 

    

    I was dating George White at the time. George wasn't the one to bust my cherry but he was the one who used my pussy the most. One night after a ballgame, George took me to someone's house for a party. As you know, I do love parties. Of course there was booze and weed available and I did both.

    I'm not sure how I ended up in a bedroom with James Boswell but I did. James was a few years older than me and had been a football player. James had graduated a few years earlier. He was big and as black as midnight. Of course as a cheerleader I knew him but we had never dated and there we were on a bed naked and he was heating me up fast.

    I've always known I like sex. I started young and always loved it so it didn't take long for me to start enjoying what was happening to me. What is the old Chinese proverb?  'when being raped relax and enjoy it'? James Boswell was a damned good lover. He knew what I wanted and he made sure I got it and plenty of it.

    Up to that point I had never considered having sex with a black man but when he pushed his big ol' dick in me I stopped thinking skin color and started thinking what a good fucking time I was having.

    James was insatiable. He would come and just keep on doing it to me. Even after I begged him to let me rest, he wouldn't stop.  I have no idea how many loads of his cum James dumped in my pussy. 

    You should understand I liked George and we've always had an adequate sex life. I always thought it unfortunate that George was a once a night kind of guy. I mean his once was great, but it was still only once. James Boswell, on the other hand, was a once every few minutes kind of guy. I lost count of my orgasms. All I knew was there were a lot of them. By the time he finished I was awash with his semen.

    James lit up another dooby and shot-gunned smoke in me. Pretty soon I was flying again and James was fucking me again. It was fantastic and at some point I passed out. I woke up in George's car on the way home. George didn't say a word to me but I knew he knew I had been fucking James Boswell. Probably everyone at the party knew it.

    I rearranged my clothes that someone had put on me so I could pass inspection if my parents were awake and went in. George still didn't say a word even when I told him good night. I knew George had every right to be pissed at me.

    George avoided me for the next few days and I was very aware that people were looking at me oddly. That may have been my imagination but it seemed real to me. I think I was sure that George would come around once he got horny enough but somehow he managed to stay away. 

    By the time James Boswell called, I was the one who was horny. It was after school on Friday. He asked if I could get out overnight. I told him I probably could and he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place. Just hearing his deep voice and thinking about his big ol' hard black dick started me getting wet. I said I would love it and he chuckled. We agreed to meet down the street in an hour.

    I hurriedly showered and got dressed in a short black skirt and a red blouse. I told my mother I was going to a movie with a girlfriend and since it would be late, I would spend the night at her house. Mom bought it and I left to meet James Boswell.

    James lived in an apartment in what I always believed was a seedy part of town. His apartment was cheap but clean. He gave me a stick of weed and we lit-up. I love that first rush I get from pot.

    "You know the second I laid eyes on you I knew you would like black cock," James said pulling me close to him. He smelled like beer and pot and some kind of musk that I found intoxicating. "I'm going to make sure you get a lot of black cock. You like that idea?" I said it sounded great to me but I found out later we were not talking about the exact same thing.

    James didn't give me much time to think about it. He planted a kiss on me that lasted at least ten minutes. I was vibrating like a tuning fork after the first few minutes and actually twitching and jerking before he stopped kissing me.

    He had no more than said 'get naked' and I was bare-ass naked and back in his arms. Sex with James that time was ten times better that the night at the party. I wasn't as high and I was looking forward to his big cock doing me.

    James took me to a bed and there he fucked me long and hard. It was fantastic and I must have had a dozen orgasms. It was getting dark when James told me to go shower and clean up. He told me we were going out to get dinner. I showered and washed about a gallon of cum out of my pussy. James was a cumming machine.

    After I got dressed, we walked down the street to a barbecue restaurant. It didn't look like much but the food was delicious. I was as out of place as a raisin in the sugar bowl. Well, the opposite of that because I was the only white person in the place.

    I knew that James was taking a lot of pride in showing me off to the other blacks in the restaurant but I was all right with that. I didn't know any of them and no one I knew was likely to come in. After we ate, we went back to his apartment.

    When we arrived at his building there was another black man apparently waiting. James and the new-comer did some sort of ritualistic handshake. James told me the man's name was Delbert who they called Del.

    Del was a lot older than James and I guessed his age at somewhere around thirty-five. No one could ever accuse Del of being handsome. In fact, he was rather ugly. His face was a mixture of pox marks and scars. Del wasn't as big as James but he had a strong wiry look about him. He moved as if on springs. James invited him to come up to his apartment. I thought more sex would have to wait. I could not have been more wrong.

    "She a good lookin' piece," Del said once we were inside the apartment. "She any good?"

    "She's damned good, Del," James said. "This gal loves to fuck. Got a thing for black cock."

    "That's good," Del said giving me a look that sent shivers up my spine. "Why don't you get your slut to show me what she's got." 

    James had me strip off the dress and panties.  Apparently Del liked what he saw because he gave a low whistle as he looked at my body closer.  James gave me instructions to walk back and forth across the room. It was embarrassing, but being shown off like a prize show-horse was also exciting. I got a thrill knowing I was causing so much raw lust from the two black men. I had never engaged in sex with more than one man at a time, but I knew exactly what was going to happen.

    After I walked around for a few minutes, James told me to come and stand between them and when I had, he told me to play with my tits. I did as he ordered. I stroked and teased tiny tits and made my nipples stick out. My nips were so hard they hurt.

    "She looks nice, doesn't she, Del?" James said.

    "Sure do James," Del said. "She knows what to do with a black man's cock?"

    "Oh hell yes," James answered with a deep laugh. "She knows exactly what to do with a black cock. Don't you, Morgan?"

    I was afraid to attempt speech so I just nodded. The very thought that I was naked with two black men and that I would be required to have sex with them was making me light-headed. It was also making me very wet and I could feel the moisture in my pussy.

    "I'm goina fuck this cunt, James," Del said. Del had none of the polish James had. Actually, he was rather crude but his crudeness added spice to the situation.

    "Sure we are, Del," James said with a chuckle. "Morgan is still new to a real man's cock, so you'll have to take it easy until she's broke-in. Why don't you show her what you have for her?"

    Del dropped his pants and there was the largest thing I had ever seen in my life. His dick hung nearly to his knees. I thought James was large, but Del was much bigger. His dick was both scary and enticing. James laughed at my expression.

    "Do you like what you see, Morgan?" he asked taking me into a hard embrace. I could feel his hardness through his pants. "Talk to me, honey. Tell me what you think."

    "I think...he is very large," I managed to say. Del had moved around and he was pushing against my back. We stood that way for several moments then James turned me around so that I was facing Del.

    "I like pretty little white tits," Del said taking both my boobs in his big hands and squeezing them hard. It hurt, but it was a kind of nice hurt. Del took my nipples and pinched them so hard I went to my tiptoes. He used my nipples as a handle to take me to the bedroom.

    Del's dick didn't get hard like other men. I mean it didn't stick out. I guess it was too big and too heavy for that. Once in the bedroom Del ravaged me without mercy and I loved it. Even when his big thing hit my cervix, I liked it. I nearly passed out when the end of his dick went through the cervix opening and into my womb. No man had ever been that deep in me.