Chapter 3

It didn't happen Sunday. It didn't happen Monday, although by then both of them were remembering Saturday night fondly. Kanye wasn't suffering too terribly because he had something concrete to fantasize about. Lucille did, too, for that matter. But Tuesday, weirdly, the baby monitor surfaced again...

It shouldn't have. Lucille would have sworn that it was an accident -- and probably passed a lie detector test. But her subconscious wouldn't have...

She was where she shouldn't have been - at her desk at her laptop. The quiet sounds of Kanye's nightly ritual drifted into the living room -- just whispers, but Lucille's mind filled in the rest. It wasn't enough, though, so she turned on the receiver and pulled up the display application.

...And there he was, lying naked in his bed, his hands moving smoothly up and down the shaft of his beautiful long cock. His soft grunts and gasps were amplified by the monitor. Lucille sat watching, rapt; her hand crept, seemingly of its own accord, under her housecoat and nightgown to pull aside the already soaking crotch of her panties so her fingers could get at the heated flesh there. Soon, she was slouched in the chair, gasping and grunting as she worked her fingers, pressing, rubbing, poking at the sensitive surfaces of her mons, and stirring up a froth of her juices.

Meanwhile, Kanye worked his way to the peak -- and over the precipice, free-falling into a cloud of pleasure as his cock erupted, spewing great globs of semen toward the ceiling, only to have it fall back onto his chest and belly. When it was over, he lay there, enjoying the aftermath. 'Too bad Lucille didn't come in. I can almost smell her...' He paused, frowning gently. 'Wait a minute...' It wasn't just the smell, either! He heard sounds! Hopping up, he made his way to the door, and out into the hallway.

The sounds were clearer -- they were coming from the living room, where Lucille had her desk! He moved smoothly forward, drawn by the sounds and the smell of Lucille's arousal, moving as well from his memories of the room's layout as he would have if he'd had his sight.

Lucille was arched against her chair, working her way through a massive orgasm. While Kanye had executed a workmanlike removal of excess seminal pressure, Lucille had brought herself to a major peak, and the shockwaves were still pouring over her. She was still jerking and twitching in her seat when hands settled onto her shoulders and a voice asked, "Watching porn?"

"Yiiiiii!" Lucille nearly injured herself leaping from the chair! "Kanye! You startled me!"

"Why are you doing that out here?" Kanye asked.

"I, I..." Lucille stammered.

"I guess it's where the computer is, huh?" Kanye murmured sympathetically.

"Yes. Yes, that's it!" Lucille gasped.

'She's hiding something. I wonder what it is?' Kanye mused. He licked his lips. "I could hear you -- and..." He stopped there.

"You could smell me," Lucille croaked, embarrassed.

"Yes."

"I'll... try to do better."

Kanye grinned. "You know I like it."

"Yes." It didn't improve her embarrassment. "I'll... go to bed now..."

"You don't have to," Kanye offered. "I'll leave. You can go on doing whatever you were doing when I disturbed you."

'No, I can't...' went through her head, but she said nothing -- and he was already withdrawing. She shut off the baby monitor and unplugged it. 'I can't do that again -- ever!'

Kanye made his way back to his room, thinking, 'I'd have had to have caught her just right -- and I didn't. But I have the high ground, maybe.' He settled into his bed to sleep, relatively pleased with himself.

Lucille could still see him on the screen -- and she could bring up the sound on the laptop app -- but she shut it down and slinked to her bed, thinking, 'I'm a voyeur. If he ever finds out...'

Wednesday, she could barely talk to him -- she was too ashamed. Kanye didn't even approach the subject -- he knew better; it was too explosive. Lucille made sure she was in her bedroom when Kanye went to bed. But the fact that Kanye had apparently swept the whole thing under the rug let Lucille do it, too. By Friday, it was a dead issue -- theoretically, anyway.

The reality was somewhat different, as Kanye was on the alert. Friday night, he headed off to bed just a bit early, unannounced, thinking that if he gave Lucille enough rope, she would hang herself. If she looked at porn on her laptop as a regular thing, how long would she go without? Little did he know that for Lucille, 'porn' was viewing a certain handsome young black male while he masturbated...

'Where has he gotten to?' Lucille wondered, discovering that he was nowhere in sight. 'Surely he hasn't gone to bed already.' It WAS a Friday night, after all, and neither of them had a serious schedule for Saturday. But he wasn't in the kitchen and he wasn't in his bath... 'He must be in his room...' She tiptoed up the hall; if he was that tired, she didn't want to disturb him. She'd changed into her nightgown, housecoat, and fuzzy slippers after cleaning up the dinner dishes, having gotten her blouse a bit wet at the sink. The slippers made her movements quiet. 'He won't hear me...'

Kanye had decided to take care of his needs once while he waited to see if Lucille was going to look at porn -- after all, in the unlikely event that he could take advantage of the situation, he didn't want to erupt immediately. He had the old standard stroke going, augmented by a fine fantasy of feeding Lucille his cock -- but he was more alert than normal, listening for some telltale sign that Lucille was up to something.

Lucille's slippers were whisper quiet -- but they were NOT silent, and her housecoat made quiet swishing noises as her arms moved and the sleeves rubbed the area covering her torso. Kanye picked her up several feet up the hall, and decided to shift his stroke and see why she was coming. 'She knows I do this. Maybe...' It was more than he expected -- a solid opportunity, maybe. 'If she's coming to me...' Of course, she COULD just be checking on him...

She was -- until she got there. Seeing him, doing what he was doing, stopped her in her tracks. This wasn't him on a computer screen -- this was him, working the shaft of that magnificent staff of ebony flesh, only a few feet away!

'I have to leave. I can't do this again...' But her feet were rooted in place; she couldn't move, couldn't take her eyes off that staff of flesh! Having held it in her hand and tasted it, the hunger hit her hard; it was all she could do to keep from moaning! She got wet, puffy and sensitive almost instantly!

'She's not going anywhere...' If she was just going to look in on him, she'd have withdrawn -- probably embarrassed. But she was still there. He could hear her breathing -- was it a little ragged? There were soft rustles as she moved -- not a lot, not enough to be leaving. Leaning on the door facing, maybe? Then the unmistakable scent of her arousal reached his nostrils. 'YES!' He inhaled the aroma, thinking, 'I'll give her a minute to commit herself, one way or the other...' He knew, though, that she wasn't going anywhere. He got a little fancy with his stroke, knowing he had an audience -- and the scent of Lucille's arousal intensified.

Lucille started rocking from foot to foot. She wanted to touch herself -- but didn't dare! 'He'll know! It's a wonder he doesn't already!' But she couldn't leave... 'I have to see it...' She had to witness semen fountaining from that cock again -- even if it meant discovery! She was virtually certain that she would orgasm when he did, even without touching herself. 'He'll know. But I can't stop watching.'

'She's panting. I bet she doesn't even realize it.' It was time....

"I know you're there."

Lucille gasped. "I was just..."

"...Waiting." Kanye smiled, looking in her direction. He knew where she was -- he didn't need his eyes to find her. "Come in."

"No."

"Fine."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Next time."

"There won't BE a next time!"

"Okay."

"You're kidding me along, aren't you? You think..."

"You'll do what you think best."

"I think it's best that I call Mr. Mattingly in the morning!"

"What are you going to tell him?"

"That we didn't work out."

"He'll ask why."

"I'll come up with something."

"Why? Why do you want to do that?"

"I don't!"

"Then why do it?"

"It's the right thing to do!"

"Is it?"

"Yes! It is!" Lucille gathered herself and tore herself away from the door. "I'll... see you in the morning." She rushed off headed for her room.

Kanye got up, naked, and followed her, moving as silently as she thought she had been when she approached his room. His bare feet were quieter than her slippers, though. He stopped at her door, staying back out of sight.

"God! What have I done? What if Mattingly asks Kanye what happened between us? No, Kanye is a gentleman. He won't tell. I wish..." She dropped her robe and settled onto the bed, her face in her hands. It was all wrong, wasn't it? Or was it? Where, exactly, was the woman who would make Kanye's life complete going to come from? Where was the man who would do the same for her? 'We won't last, -- I'm too old -- but both of us need someone NOW! He shouldn't have to do that...' She sighed, her shoulders drooping. 'It's wrong. It doesn't SEEM like it is, but I would be taking advantage of him -- his youth, his virility... I'll do what I have to do -- and deal with it, somehow...' She let out a soft sigh.

Kanye slid forward, wondering why she said nothing as he approached. He was only barely able to make out a shape in the dim light of Lucille's lamp. She was sitting there -- and he couldn't be invisible, making his approach -- yet she said nothing. Only when he reached out to touch what he hoped was her shoulder did she react. "Wha--? Kanye! What are you doing here?"

"I came to ask you why."

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to take me back? We're doing fine."

"Really? Kanye, you're not dressed."

"You've seen naked guys before. You've had to deal with it. You had to bathe them or whatever."

"You don't need that."

"Exactly. I have... other needs. You do, too."

"I can't. It's exploiting you. I'm in a position of trust..."

"I'm not twelve, Lucille. You KNOW that."

"Still..."

"We can't have a relationship?"

"We're not supposed to." 'I'm talking to his cock -- and it isn't listening.' It was there, erect, bouncing in front of her face.

"I'm legal. I can have relationships," Kanye insisted.

"I'm supposed to be a caregiver, not a... girlfriend. I'm too old for you."

"I don't have a line. I'm not going to. You don't, either. Why worry about twenty years from now? What about here? What about now?"

"Kanye..."

"This is all very noble -- but you're protecting me from something I don't WANT to be protected from!" He moved his hand to the back of her neck and tugged her forward. "If you're going to do this, at least have a reason..."

His cock touched her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum on it. It was the last straw; her mind might have high ideals -- the conscious part of it, at least -- but the unconscious parts weren't in agreement. Her hand came up of its own accord and shifted the tip of his cock to her mouth, which opened to accept it. The fight was over at that point. 'I'll fight with my conscience later,' Lucille mused. 'He's right -- I might as well...' She collected his heavy balls in her hand while sucking in as much of his shaft as she could take in easily.

Kanye let go of her neck and slid his hand under her nightgown to rub her back. This was going to happen. He couldn't just think of himself, though -- the whole thing had to be addictive for her, so she would put away her silly objections. Her hot mouth felt incredible sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue washing the underside, discovering all of his most sensitive spots -- but he couldn't just unload on her. He took it until he was too close to an eruption to continue, then put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her back.

She was still whining at the removal of his beautiful black cock from her mouth when his knees hit the floor and he collected the sides of her panties, sliding his hands up underneath her nightie to attack them. "Kanye, Sweetie, no..." But her body betrayed her, her hips lifting off the bed to allow him to tug her panties free. What her mouth said was irrelevant -- her body was talking to him, and while her mouth said 'No,' her body said 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Then he was in there, between her legs, practicing his lessons, working hard at being a cunt lapper. It wasn't any imposition -- her aroma in his nostrils made him wild, his cock an Iron bar bouncing between his legs as if it were on springs! His tongue traced her inner lips, then slid upward to wash over the bundle of nerves exposed beneath her clitoral hood. Lucille gasped and crossed her ankles over his back, running her fingers through his short, springy curls, massaging his scalp. His hands slid up her sides to her chest, his fingers discovering her already stiff nipples and tuning them. Lucille gasped and moaned, undulating -- but she couldn't get away, and didn't want to! She was his captive -- and would be, until orgasm released her... and maybe beyond...

Kanye's mouth moved from point to point, working through his catalog of Lucille's most sensitive areas, never staying long enough anywhere for the sensations to dull or back off in intensity. Lucille couldn't control her hips -- they rolled constantly. Her heels dug into Kanye's back, but that didn't bother him. The important thing was her climax; he wanted her to have one -- and he didn't want it to be any tiny pop. That would not serve his purpose...

He needn't have worried -- Lucille was on the ropes! Control was out the window -- Lucille was staring sightlessly at the ceiling as the wave of sensation before her rose to the height of a tsunami! "Oh! OH! OH! OMIGOD! EEEEEEEE!!!" The wave broke and Lucille locked up, arching herself, digging her heels into Kanye's back as she pressed her wet, pulsing cunt to his face, dribbling her juices into his sucking mouth as his tongue penetrated her, giving her rippling vaginal muscles something to clamp on.

Kanye waited until Lucille flopped back and her ankles uncrossed -- but not long enough for her to try to get control of things. He knew EXACTLY where her pussy was, and he held his cock with one hand as he crawled forward over her. There was a time to sit back and let things ride, and there was a time to take the situation in hand -- and the time for letting things ride was in the past. Lucille felt the blunt tip of his cock poke her just below her clitoris, then before she could react, it shifted down her wet furrow, wedged at her opening and drove inside!

"OH! KANYE!" He had her by the shoulders, coming up from underneath, and he used the grip for leverage as he applied the pressure necessary to drive his cock into her depths. The walls of her tunnel gave way around his shaft as it sank into her, going several inches before the tight grip brought him to a stop. Lucille's mind was dazed, numb with shock at his audacity -- but her body wasn't; her legs crossed over his back again, lower down this time, right over his ass.

Kanye stopped, fighting for control. Lucille's pussy was AMAZING! He had given himself orgasms, masturbating, that didn't feel this good! It gripped him, pulsing, so tight that he couldn't go any deeper! Grunting, his hissed, "Shit!" and his hips automatically kicked him into reverse.

"OOOOOOHHHH!" Lucile reacted automatically to the withdrawal, clutching at her handsome young lover to ensure that he didn't pull out. Her body wasn't asking her mind what was right -- it KNEW what was right at the most basic level!

But Kanye wasn't going anywhere! He rocked back until the mouth of Lucille's vagina was locked around the flange of his cock, then powered forward, taking an additional two inches of depth, penetrating deeper into her inner folds than any man had ever done!

"HUUUUUUHHH!" 'Omigod! So deep!' Then he was withdrawing again, but she knew what was coming next...

POW! "UUUGH!" Kanye's third stroke impacted her cervix, like a punch in her lower abdomen!

"Fuck!" Kanye hissed. 'Damn! I hit bottom!' He still had a little bit -- not a lot -- of length to feed her -- but she wasn't ready yet... He rocked back and powered forward, but merely butted into the barrier at the bottom of her cunt, rather than hammering it. He was getting plenty of what he'd come for... He set up a stroke, out slow, then slam -- but not full force. Lucille would open herself...

"Huh! Huh! Oh! Ah! Huh! Huh!" Lucille let out a grunt with every impact -- but she was LONG since past any thought of resistance! She clutched herself to her rangy, muscled lover, encouraging him with her heels to take another stroke... 'So good... So good...' She never saw it coming -- the climax lurking behind the surface sensations as he pounded her pussy rhythmically. It just struck her, full force, just as his pubic bone impacted her clitoris for the first time!

"AIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!" Lucile arched herself, humping her pussy up to take Kanye deep! Her ankles came uncrossed, and she shifted immediately to planting her feet on the mattress, literally lifting Kanye into the air and making his primary point of contact the cock that was impaling her writhing cunt! Kanye stopped pumping -- he had no purchase for his legs! He just clung to the shoulders of his husky female lover while she ground her rippling pussy against his crotch! She hammered herself up at him, bucking like a bronco, six times before dropping back to the mattress, moaning.

Kanye got control at that point, and resumed his stroke. This time, he was able to bury his entire cock in her depths, and he did so, initiating a more powerful, hammering attack that brought impacts to Lucille's clitoris. Lucille writhed under him, moaning, "Ooooohhh! Ooooooohh! Oooooohh!" This went on for maybe a minute before Lucille howled, "Omigod! OMIGOD! FUCK ME! YES! YES!" and started humping her body up at him like a crazed thing!

There was no room in Lucille's mind for rational thought -- pleasure owned her. Pleasure and the drive to draw the stuff of life from the virile cock pounding her pussy were all she had the resources for. The pleasure came in waves -- huge waves, that broke over her like tsunamis, leaving her mind and body broken, without control. But that cock -- that pounding cock -- would bring her back and set her back on the path to the beach where she could wade out to be inundated again.

It happened a third time -- and a fourth. And as she rose toward her fifth climax, there was a roar and that probe, that piston he buried in her again and again, suddenly swelled and Lucille felt his seed as it squirted powerfully onto her cervix, bringing her instantly to that fifth peak!

"FUCK! FUCK!" Kanye was insane -- the pleasure drove him wild! He had Lucille's titties in his hands, milking the nipples while he tried his damnedest to shove six inches more cock than he actually had deep in that pulsing pussy! The first jet of his climax felt like it tried to tear the head of his cock off, but DAMN! It was AWESOME! He ground himself against Lucille while the first three powerful pulses painted her cervix white, then pumped her rippling cunt slowly while another half-dozen, weaker blasts added to the flood before stopping while pulsing several more times, in spite of the fact that for the moment he was out of semen.

Lucille pulled him down onto her at that point and clung to him, crooning, while little twitches and shivers ran through her in the aftermath of what she knew for a fact was the premiere sexual experience of her life! In twenty-two years of marriage, her husband had never managed to give her what this young black man had provided on their first encounter! 'We weren't supposed to do this,' she mused, 'but I'm SOOOO glad we did!' Reality slowly dribbled into her, dragging her from the euphoria of their act. Kanye was snoozing atop her when she was firmly grounded again. 'Well, he deserves to rest,' Lucille mused, 'but not here...' "Kanye. Kanye, Honey." She shook him a bit.

Kanye came awake with a snort. "What?"

"Honey, you should go to bed."

"This is fine."

"No, I don't think so."

'She's trying to get control of things. I can't let that happen.' "Yes, it is." He leaned up, found her face with his hand, and crushed his lips to hers.

Lucille was taken totally by surprise! Laid-back Kanye was all over her! Her mouth opened, more in surprise than anything else, and his tongue drove in, thrusting and parrying, forcing a response from hers. In moments, she discovered that she was sucking it while he somehow managed to toy with hers while tongue-fucking her. His fingers were on her breasts, tuning her nipples -- and his cock, which had dropped out of her and she more or less expected to be limp, was an iron bar, rubbing alongside her clit!

'I can't let him...' But it was too late! Kanye humped his cock along her furrow four times, then his cock snagged in her opening and he drove it deep inside her! "OOOOOOHHHMMMMM!" she moaned into his mouth. Then his cock was pistoning inside her as if it had never stopped -- and her body was reacting to it in the same way, instantly aroused and on the road to another climax!

'I can do this... forever...' It was incredible -- but he had control. He was down two loads -- but he KNEW there was a third available and he KNEW that he could drive her wild before releasing it in her! It took only ten strokes for her to surrender totally and start giving him anything he wanted!

It took two or three minutes for her to ascend the peak -- but it WAS a peak, not just a low hill. As she lay under him, exhausted, thoroughly subjugated, he withdrew his cock and rolled off her. Even as she gave vent to a wail of protest -- she hadn't collected his seed! -- he pushed her over onto her stomach, then got behind her and tugged her broad hips up and back.

The manhandling was thoroughly deliberate. Kanye wanted Lucille to get used to the idea that where sex was concerned, Kanye had the lead. He wanted her used to the idea of submitting to him, following his lead, seeing to his needs. He wanted to bring home to her the understanding that he controlled their sex life -- and that he was NOT going to let her take steps to terminate it!

Lucille didn't have time to think of breaking away from him -- that wasn't the imperative driving her. If she'd had time for rational thought, she might have -- but instinct had her present her ass and pussy for his probe -- and he found it, almost instantly, and powered his way into her quaking tunnel. His hands on her hips, he buried his cock deep, then set up a pounding stroke.

"OH! MY! GOD!" Lucille gasped. It seemed like he was in two inches deeper! She was being impaled! But she couldn't get away -- her body wouldn't obey her! Instead, it rocked back, meeting the power-stroke of his huge cock halfway!

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" gave way to "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" and Kanye grinned as he sensed her increasing arousal. He didn't have to SEE her -- he could FEEL her and SMELL her -- he could almost TASTE her! Suddenly, her ass was bouncing up and down more than forward and back, and he lurched up to grab her shoulders, but ended up with a handful of ponytail. He gave it no thought -- he just tugged on it, pulling her back, causing her to arch backward, presenting her ass and providing him the control to continue to pound while she thrashed and wailed under him! Suddenly, his balls were soaking wet as pussy juice gushed from her rippling cunt! The smell drove Kanye INSANE and he doubled down, hammering her cunt while Lucille wailed and gibbered, mindless, caught up in her climax!

Kanye kept pounding, driving her to a second peak, then a third and a fourth. They came closer and closer together, but they were getting weaker, too; Lucille was exhausted. Kanye shifted his focus -- he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do. There would be no more bullshit resistance tonight. Now it was time for him to get his...

That was simple. Once he stopped working on Lucille and turned to obtaining his own pleasure, the door opened almost immediately. Maybe a dozen strokes later, Kanye rasped, "FUCK!" and slammed into Lucille, driving her forward onto her belly, then held her there, his hands on her shoulders, while he ground himself against her, pressing his erupting cock as deep inside her as he could get it! The feel of his semen jetting against her cervix from point-blank range prompted a wail of triumph and one final, cunt-rippling climax as Lucille's womanhood worked hard to open itself to impregnation.

Then they were done, both of them, too exhausted to move as the adrenaline rush and manic energy the bout demanded from them abruptly drained away, leaving them immobilized, with Kanye's cock still buried deep in Lucille's cunt. They were both asleep in moments, leaving the bedside lamp burning; neither of them could gather the resources necessary to turn it off.

Kanye woke up a couple of hours later with an urgent need to piss. He got up carefully; Lucille stirred and whined a bit, but settled down. Kanye had to go down the hall, because he'd never been in Lucille's in-suite bathroom. When he came back, he felt around on the bed carefully. They'd never opened the bed -- never gotten under the covers. The bedspread was still in place. Kanye gathered it from the far side and crawled back into place on top of Lucille, taking it slowly, while draping the quilted spread over them as best he could. Lucille stirred here and there, but didn't awaken -- and seemed to relax as he settled on top of her. It might have been that she was cold -- or it might have been something else...

Lucille did surface blurrily a couple of times after that -- but she was unable to move and didn't really want to come awake enough to try. She felt... comforted... by the weight on her.

Sunlight streaming through the window brought Lucille awake -- and made it time to awaken Kanye. What they'd done the night before, well, she wasn't ready to approach that yet, she decided. "Kanye, Honey. I need to get up. I have to pee -- and it seems like the whole bed is wet!"

Kanye started, grunted, and rubbed his face. "Smells wonderful. It isn't pee, you know. You squirted."

"Yes, well, so did you!"

Kanye rose up and Lucille rolled over, at which point, Kanye's hand found her cheek and helped guide his lips to hers. After a kiss that was several seconds long and not at all chaste, Kanye chuckled. "Yeah, a couple of times. I can see why everybody says that beats what I'd been doing."

"Um, yes." Lucille sat up and located her discarded nightgown and housecoat. "I'm going to shower, I think."

"Okay." Kanye rolled up and headed for the bedroom door, then turned. "Lucille?"

"Yes?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?" But Kanye didn't answer -- he just headed up the hall.