Porcelain (Alpha Draft, Surprise One-Shot) (Patreon)

This is a One-Shot story. I've been pecking at it here or there for a while, and in the last couple of days I realized I was too deep into it and I needed to just get the rest of the story out before I could work on FoF. Shhh, don't tell anyone!

This is very much an Alpha Draft, so it's only going out to the Fanatic tier right now. It's also my first try at writing a new category (in Literotica terms): Interracial. Why do that? Because, while I love the series' as much as you folks, sometimes I need to try something else. It's also good to get one-shots out there sometimes because it's easier for some readers to jump into my work on something that isn't in the double or triple-digit chapters.

Despite being in a new category, you can expect some of my usual themes. For erotica content, you can expect MF, MFF, oral, age gap, black male + white female. There is also Cheating that happens as the inciting incident of the story but does not happen on-screen. Unlike AMA: The Boyfriend, this is not a redemption story.

Let me know what you all think. There are some areas, particularly erotic scenes, where I might want to expand. Cheers!

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I frowned as I headed towards the front door and the insistent knocking. It was almost nine at night and the middle of fucking winter; who the hell was coming around my place with a mild snowstorm going on?

If I’d still been living off of downtown I would have been extra suspicious - I hadn’t grown up in the worst parts of the city, but a knock this late without anyone calling ahead would have been trouble nonetheless. As soon as Janey and I had gotten married, I’d moved us out into the suburbs - I’d had the cash to move before that, but at the time I didn’t have a reason to leave. With a wife to protect, I got out as fast as I could and settled into life surrounded by fresh-cut grass, school buses and middle-aged white men buying classic muscle cars or motorcycles to feed their mid-life crisis.

I thumbed the doorbell cam screen on the inside of the door and saw a slim figure standing there in a coat, two small white hands clenching and unclenching in the cold before the woman raised her hand to knock again. Even without seeing her face, I could recognize her coat. I immediately went and unlocked the door.

“Hey, Porcelain,” I started as I opened the door. “This is a nice sur-”

I was cut off by Amelia barreling through the door and wrapping her arms around me, heaving a sob as she hugged me as hard as she could.

“Whoa, whoa!” I said, wrapping one arm around her and squeezing her to me protectively as I looked out the door to see if someone was following her or something. Her little beater of a Volkswagen Beetle was in the driveway, and the streetlights were on with a cold wind whipping down the suburb street. At the moment it was just stirring up the snow that covered everything, but we were supposed to get dumped on later in the night. No signs of anything wrong other than the weather.

I shut the door and locked it one-handed, then wrapped my other arm around the twenty-year-old who was sobbing into my chest. “Amelia, honey,” I said, holding her tight. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry, Uncle Tayvon,” she cried, clinging to my shirt. The girl was going to stretch it out doing that, though I wouldn’t have cared even if it wasn’t just one of my old Tees I wore around the house. Amelia wasn’t actually my niece, but I’d been best friends with her father Todd since our first year of college together - we’d played hockey together, and been roommates all four years. He tried to make it pro and ended up on a feeder team, I’d let go of hockey and gone to business school. When I finished my second degree and Todd hadn’t made it into the Pros, he dropped out and used some connections through his family to get a decent job. I’d married Janey first, and he’d gotten married to his wife Emma less than a year later; we’d been each other’s Best Man. Janey couldn’t have kids, so I’d poured my fatherly urges into being the best uncle I could for Amelia once she was born.

“What happened, Porcelain?” I asked her, trying to soothe her. I’d started calling her that when she must have been two years old, a little spitfire already but dainty and pale as a porcelain doll.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed again.

“Come on, honey,” I said, kneeling down and pulling off her boots from her feet. She just kept crying, hunched over a little and bracing herself on my shoulder. Once her boots were off I stood and scooped her up in my arms - she was five foot nothing and barely broke a hundred pounds if that, and I might have just hit forty-four but I was still big, black and a lifelong athlete with the build to show for it. Carrying her through the house, even with her coat, was a breeze and I walked us into the living room and sat down with her in my lap.

It had been a while since the last time I’d held her crying like this - she’d been sixteen and her first real boyfriend had dumped her. I’d honestly been a little flattered that she’d come to me to cry and talk it out instead of Emma or Todd. I held Amelia for a while as she just cried, all the possible reasons why she was here running through my head. The apologies were my only clue, and I narrowed it down to Amelia either having failed out of college or that she’d gotten knocked up.

“Porcelain,” I murmured once she’d settled a bit, sitting across my lap with her head buried in the corner of my neck. The tears had stopped, though she still sniffed occasionally. She hadn’t even gotten her coat off yet, though I’d threaded my arms inside the coat so I could hold her comfortably. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you pregnant?”

“What?!” she said, sitting up and looking at me. Her pretty, delicate features were a little puffy from her crying, but she looked at me confused. “No, Uncle Tay. God, I haven’t been with- No.”

“Then you’re freaking me out a little here, kiddo,” I said. “What’s wrong? What are you apologizing for?”

Her lip quivered, and I knew she was trying her best not to burst into tears again as she looked at me with those cool, grey eyes of hers - though they were currently bloodshot from her crying. She swallowed hard, her frown not dissipating. “Where’s Jane supposed to be right now?” she asked me.

That one sentence sent three strong red flags up for me. First, she didn’t use ‘Aunt’ or ‘Auntie’ in front of my wife’s name. I don’t think I’d ever heard that before. Then she used ‘Jane’ when everyone called my wife Janey. But the biggest one of them all, which might have been the most innocuous, was the use of the word ‘supposed.’

“She left for a conference earlier today,” I said. My wife was a Nurse Practitioner and damn proud of her job. With no kids of our own in our future, she’d been happy to work hard to help contribute to our life even though I was making enough that she didn’t need to. It had led to us being able to travel more, afford the inground pool in the backyard, and even chip in on Amelia’s college fund though the girl didn’t know it.

Amelia shook her head and a little sob leaked out from her lips again.

“Where’s my wife, Amelia?” I asked her, feeling my heart clenching and my tongue drying out.

“I was coming home for the weekend,” Amelia whispered. “I didn’t tell my parents, I wanted to surprise them. I was just going to work on a paper all weekend anyways, so it didn’t matter if they had plans. When I went inside I heard them laughing upstairs, so I snuck up to try and scare them, but I heard more voices and they were in the bedroom, and the door was open and from- from down the hall I saw-” She gulped again, her eyes brimming with tears, and she gagged at what she was picturing. “My Dad and another man were having sex with Jane,” she whispered. “And my Mom was there too, wearing a strapon and fucking the other guy in the ass.”

Part of me wanted to tell her what she saw couldn’t be real. Wanted to tell her that her parents might have been doing that stuff, but not my wife. She could have seen another black woman in their weird swinger orgy or something.

The problem was, Janey had some pretty distinctive tattoos. She had a sleeve on both her arms and another big one on her hip.

“I’m so sorry, Uncle Tay,” she whispered.

“One second,” I said, sliding her off of me. I stood and went into the kitchen and threw up in the sink. I felt cold as I spit out the taste of bile and rinsed it down the drain. My whole body felt cold. I grabbed a glass from the counter, filled it with water and rinsed out my mouth. Then I realized that it was the glass my wife used with her breakfast before she left for her ‘conference.’

I threw it across the kitchen and it smashed against the tiled wall. I’d spent an entire weekend retiling that fucking wall because she’d asked me to. The glass shattered and scattered.

I went back into the living room and sat heavily on the couch.

Amelia was looking at me, silent tears spilling down her cheeks, and she shuffled over and hugged me.

I broke. The little white girl broke me, and held me as I cried in front of someone for the first time since I must have been fourteen years old.

- - - - -

“Tay, I’m home,” Amelia called out as she came in the door and kicked off her shoes. I could hear them clatter near the front door as she did it messily, making me roll my eyes and smirk a little.

“Hey, Porcelain,” I called from my home office. “I’m back here.”

She swept in like a hurricane, her grin wide and perky as she came around the side of my desk and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. Amelia was wearing the Wu-Tang Clan hoodie I’d bought her for Christmas, oversized for her since that was the fashion, with the tight Lulu lemon leggings she favoured.

“How was work today?” she asked as she hopped up onto a bare patch of my desk, planting her little butt as she leaned forward, still smiling.

“Made some money, lost some money, made some more,” I said with a smirk. It was my usual answer. “How was class? Did that Prof give you more grief?”

“Good, and no,” she said. “I think he’s passed it all now that the embarrassment is wearing off.”

“Serves him right for trying to grade senior papers using AI tools,” I said.

“Well, the university was pretty pissed at him,” Ameilia smirked. “But, that’s all done now. You remember what day it is, right?”

“Of course I do,” I said, patting her knee. “I got the files this morning.”

“Can I see them?” Amelia asked.

I reached over and pulled the folder from under some of my business papers and handed them to her. Amelia immediately pulled out the papers and started scanning over them, her smile widening a little. She looked up at me. “It’s done. You are officially divorced.”

“I am,” I said, and I didn’t feel a twinge of regret. It had started out messy, but once more and more stuff had come to light things had gotten a lot easier. The lawsuit against Todd and Emma for alienation of affection had really brought out some nasty details of the ongoing affairs that had been happening behind my back. Thanks, North Carolina - I never knew I would appreciate living there more than I did when that lawsuit was filed.

“And you’re still coming to the Party tonight, right?” she asked, her smile slipping as she looked at me seriously.

“Of course I am,” I said. “You worked hard on getting all those invites out.”

She smirked a little and rolled her eyes. “Not that hard. But you’re sure?”

“Yes, it’ll be good for me,” I said. “Seeing my real friends. Seeing some of the girls from the team.”

“I think they’re more excited to see you than your buddies are,” Amelia said. “That and to all be old enough to finally have a drink with you.”

“Well, I’m not planning on getting slammed drunk,” I said.

“I know,” Amelia said, sliding down from her perch and patting my cheek lightly before scritching her fingers in my tightly cropped beard. She walked back around the desk, heading for the door. “I’m going to go change,” she said. “You’re still coming to the gym, right?”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I said. “Let me just finish off these emails.”

She paused in the doorway, scrunching up her nose at me as she grinned, then left.

I sighed and looked down at the paperwork, then stuffed it back into the folder. It was done. I was done with Jane, and with Todd and Emma. My life felt emptier because of it, but I still had Amelia, and hopefully tonight I would feel like I still had more people around me too.

- - - - -

“Did you notice that brunette woman staring at you?” Amelia asked me with a little smirk as she came over to the free-weight area. She was dressed in her usual workout style, a basketball jersey over an athletic bra, and more of those yoga pants she loved hugging her skinny little legs.

“Which one?” I asked.

“Over there, by the water fountain,” Amelia said with a smirk, pointing with her eyes.

I glanced over and the woman she was talking about was cute. Tall, wearing a tracksuit, with long brunette hair. She looked like she was some sort of Latina.

“She asked me if you were my sugar daddy,” Amelia snickered.

“Please tell me you told her no,” I groaned. The last thing I needed was people questioning the relationship between Amelia and I. It was already questionable enough - the daughter of my ex-best friend living in my house for her final year of college, and the best friend also being a major part of the reason that I was now divorced.

“Of course I did,” Amelia laughed. “I said you were my boyfriend.”

That made me cough and drop my weight as she laughed more.

“I’m kidding, Tay,” she said, rubbing my bare shoulder. She got behind me on the bench I was sitting at the end of and started rubbing both my shoulders in a light massage. “I told her no, you’re my uncle. Then she asked if you were looking for a sugar baby and I told her you were already taking care of one cute freeloader, you didn’t need another one.”

That made me chuckle and I shook my head. “You aren’t freeloading, Porcelain.”

“Well, I don’t pay rent, I eat all your food, I messed up your algorithm on your Netflix account, and I’m not even putting out,” she said, and I could hear the smile on her lips. “I think I’m freeloading, Tay.”

I reached around behind me and hooked a hand around her hip, pulling her around in a slight manhandling so that she was sitting on my lap. She was looking at me with big eyes from getting manoeuvred so easily. “OK, if you put it like that, you would be a freeloader,” I said. “Except I love you, and you’re family. And you’ve been a massive help this past year to keep me sane.”

She broke into another grin and leaned forward to kiss the tip of my nose. “Family can still freeload,” she pointed out as she stood back up.

“We’ll call it freeloading once you graduate,” I said. “How about that?”

“Deal,” she said as she went over to the rack of weights and found a much smaller one to do her own curls. She’d always been a skinny little thing, even at the height of Todd and I coaching her competitive softball team for several years. She’d finally started hitting the gym with me to make sure that I was hitting the gym and not wallowing in the divorce proceedings.

She sat down and got into position to start her curls, then looked up at me watching her. She smiled. “I love you, Tayvon,” she said.

“Love you too, Porcelain,” I replied automatically. She may have been the person who pulled back the curtain and ended my marriage, but she’d also been my rock for the entire year afterwards. I’d always loved her as a kid, as my little white-bread niece. Now I loved her for the caring, ferocious, persistent woman she’d become.

- - - - -

It was a Thursday night so while the bar was busy, it wasn’t packed. That meant it was perfect for our two tables to not quite feel like we were having a party, but still feel ‘together.’ The girls, headed by Amelia, were at one set of tables pushed together. I’d been kind of surprised that eight of her softball teammates had made the trip for this, some of them from across state lines. I’d been the assistant coach for each of them for three years, and some of them for four, alongside Todd. As each of them had shown up at the bar I’d gotten hugs and commiserations, some of them going so far as to say things like, ‘You were always my favourite adult, but I hated her,’ in regards to Jane. I’d never gotten that sense in the past, so I put it up to them picking sides. Amelia had made sure that everyone knew who was at fault and why.

My table, squeezed in next to the girls, was a little lighter on bodies. Marcus, my investment partner, had been on my side from the beginning and not even entirely because he was worried about my portfolio getting split in the divorce. Then there were Eric, Franky and Rex, three Dads from the old Softball team who I’d always gotten along with - none of their wives had come out, which didn’t surprise me for some reason. And lastly were Sonya and Paulette - I’d known Sonya since college, and we’d even had one hot and steamy date back then but decided we weren’t right for each other. Turned out she was gay, and she’d hooked up with Paulette the week before I’d met Jane.

“To a man knowing his worth,” Franky said, raising his glass in a toast.

“And taking action to make it right,” Paulette agreed with a nod. As a therapist, one might have thought she’d be soft around the edges, but she’d always been the kind of woman who cut to the quick of things and took no bullshit.

There were agreements all around the table, and we drank.

“Alright, so, Vera will kill me if I don’t ask,” Eric said, referring to his wife back home. “What exactly is going on with you and Amelia?”

I sighed and noticed that several of the others around the table leaned in. Well, the guys did. Sonya and Paulette had been my adult sounding board for things so they’d been aware of everything from the start. “Well, she disowned Todd and Emma after what she saw. What was I going to do, tell the girl she couldn’t stay in my guest room?”

“But it’s all… appropriate, right?” Rex grunted. He was a big guy and he’d once tried to ‘have words’ with me after a playoff game that had gotten away from the girls. It hadn’t actually developed to pushing and shoving, but it had been damn close. The only reason it hadn’t was because I knew he was fiercely protective of his daughter Amy, who he felt had been aggrieved by me benching her even though she’d just rolled her ankle.

“Of course!” I said. “Jesus, I practically helped raise her.”

“You helped raise all the girls, back when they were in high school,” Franky said. “Hell, I remember Emily spouting off some saying to me about remembering the little things, and I just looked at her and she shrugged and said you’d told her it was important. Somehow she ingrained that in her skull but she can’t remember either of her brothers’ birthdays to save her life.”

That made me smile a little, glancing over at the other table. Amy and Emily were both in attendance with their fathers, laughing and chatting with the other girls. They’d grown into strong, self-assured women and that was all I could have hoped for as their coach.

“Remember when Lauren Chatterby led the revolution against all their boyfriends?” Eric chuckled. “All because you told her she needed to cut the crap and respect herself more than her boyfriend did. Within a week all the girls who were dating some schmuck had dropped them.”

That memory made me grin to myself. Lauren had been showing up late to practice for a few weeks and the usual fire in her spirit hadn’t been the same, so in the middle of a game where she’d only shown up just on time I had pulled her out of the dugout and out to an empty corner of the parking lot. I’d handed her a bat and a watermelon and told her to do what she had to do, and after the watermelon was smashed to bits we’d sat for all of five minutes talking before we had to get back to the game. I’d never expected that moment to carry over to the rest of the team.

Lauren had ended up eloping - with a woman, which had surprised the hell out of me - last year in Vegas. But then again, I had been coaching women’s softball. I shouldn’t have been that surprised. She’d sent me a photo of her at the altar with her now-wife, and another one of her and her wife with baseball bats and a smashed watermelon, and let me know she wasn’t making rash decisions and she’d found someone who valued her as much as she did.

“So what’s the future hold then, Tayvon?” Marcus asked. “Hitting the dating scene?”

“Give him some time, Marcus,” Sonya scoffed.

“He’s had plenty of time, it’s just paperwork-official now,” Marcus waved her off. “And guys like us aren’t getting any younger.”

“I’m not looking to date yet,” I shook my head. “And don’t you worry, Marcus. I’ve got work on my mind. I came away cleaner than most in the divorce, but I still have some assets I want to build back up. Plus I’m helping Amelia with her final year of college since she didn’t want any of her parents' money. Work first, then maybe I will find someone down the road a bit.”

“You let me know when you’re ready,” Sonya smiled. “I’ve got more than a few single friends who wouldn’t mind climbing Mount Tayvon.”

“Please tell me you’re not talking about Patricia,” Paulette groaned to her wife, making Sonya bark out a laugh.

“God, no,” she said. “That woman-”

“Coach!”

I was distracted from hearing what was wrong with the Patricia woman by the cheerful shout of the girls at the other table waving me over. A waitress was setting down a tray covered in shots - enough for at least a couple each. Excusing myself from my table of adults, I got some good-natured ribbing that I better represent the older generation well and hold my liquor.

They made space for me and I ended up sitting between Emily and Charlize, whose parents had moved a couple of years ago but she’d stuck around Raleigh for college. Amelia was sitting across from me as she leaned over and put a shot in front of me, then lifted one for herself along with all the other girls.

“To Tayvon,” Amelia declared. “The best coach we ever had. The best man we’ve ever known. And the hunkiest piece of meat, fresh on the dating market!”

The girls all cheered and I had to laugh before taking my shot with them. It was syrupy sweet and full of something high-proof. Emily got another shot in my hands. “To Coach Tay, may his old man's liver forgive us!”

More laughs, more drinks. I was in for one hell of a night.

- - - - -

“I might be drunk, but I’m not tipsy,” I grumbled as Amelia tried to help me into the house. The plan had been that I was supposed to be getting drunk, and she didn’t want to miss out on my first night out at a bar with her, so we’d Uber’d there and back.

“Tipsy comes before drunk, Tay,” Amelia giggled, still trying to ‘help’ me down the hallway after I’d locked the door and we’d kicked off our shoes.

“Maybe for a little thing like you,” I laughed. “Drunk comes before tipsy when you can hold your liquor.”

We ended up in the living room and I collapsed onto the middle of the sofa, completely happy with the way the night had gone. Amelia went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water, taking a long sip from it and then holding it out to me. I took a gulp and handed it back, and she set it to the side before climbing up onto the couch with me, curling up comfortably and pulling my arm around her shoulders so she could snuggle in.

“I’m really glad tonight went well,” she said with a smile.

“I am too, Porcelain,” I grinned. “It was good to see some of the fellas, and Sonya and Paulette. And the girls! I forgot how loud you all were when you got together like that.”

“Half of them have been over here since I moved in,” Amelia giggled.

“Not all at once,” I said. “God, that was nice.”

“Didn’t see anyone that you fancied at the bar?”

“No, no no,” I shook my head. “I wasn’t even thinking about that.”

“You’ve got to be lonely though, right?” Amelia said. “For companionship?”

“I’ve got you, Amelia,” hugging her a little tighter for a moment.

“OK, that’s fair,” she said. “Then for your needs. You manly needs.”

I snorted a little and shook my head. “I haven’t really felt that sort of a need since- you know.”

She sighed and sat up a little, getting her knees under her as she leaned her front against my side, her chin resting on my shoulder. “That’s what I mean. You aren’t some old, unhealthy, shrivelled-up crotchety man, Tayvon. You’re strong, and virulent, and- and… hot! You can’t let those assholes kill your drive for life.”

Those assholes had become the collective naming of my ex-wife and her parents.

“It’s not that simple,” I said. “I got betrayed by the woman I loved. That makes it hard to think about, well, love. And intimacy.”

“Well, you love me still, right?” Amelia challenged me.

“Of course I do,” I said.

“And we’re intimate. You know practically everything about me and my life, and I’ve seen you at your lowest. That’s pretty intimate,” she said.

“It is,” I agreed. “Not that same kind that we’re talking about, though. You definitely helped save my heart from falling to pieces though.”

“Then I’m going to make sure you don’t lose another part of you,” she said.

And then she reached down and unzipped my pants.

“Whoa,” I said. “Hold on-”

She kissed me. Amelia kissed me. Not one of her friendly little pecks on my face to show me she loved me. She kissed me, right on the lips, firm and demanding. And while I was processing that, while my drunk brain was trying to figure out what to do about it, her little white hands went into my pants and pulled out my cock.

“Shush, Tay,” she said, pulling away from the kiss. Her eyes were fierce, her delicate features hard and brooking no arguments. “Just lay back and let me do this. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Again, I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t get the chance to make words process from feelings. Amelia ducked down, my cock held pointing up in one of her small hands, and she sucked on the dark head of my cock.

“Fffuuuucck,” I groaned. Great, reason was coming slow but pleasure was coming through just fine. Amelia’s thin lips stretched and slurped around the knob of my cock, her little tongue dancing along the smooth glans, and she started bobbing. Taking more. “Oh, God.”

She pulled her lips from me, looking up at my face with a big grin as she jerked my cock, shifting to get both hands on it. I didn’t have a ‘big black cock’ like in porn - most of us didn’t, really. It was about average length, somewhere between five and six inches depending on how hard and turned on I was, but I did have one thing going for me. It was a fat, thick cock. Add to the fact that Amelia had dainty little hands, even for a white girl, and it took both her hands to fully encircle it - there was overlap, I wasn’t ungodly thick, but seeing those pale, porcelain-white fingers stretching around my black cock was… God, it was an aesthetic.

“I always wondered what it looked like,” Amelia smirked a little at me, the hardness of her demand falling away to be replaced by her usual playfulness. “This guy is gonna take some work.” She lowered her lips back to the head of my cock, kissing it messily while maintaining eye contact with me, her grey irises locked onto my expression. Again, her pale pink lips and white skin contrasting with the dark brown of my cock was more of a turn-on than I ever thought it could have been. I’d married a black woman, and other than Jane I’d only ever dated another black girl and a Hispanic girl. I’d never been with a white woman before, and I wasn’t much of a porn watcher.

“Amelia,” I groaned, my brain finally catching up with my balls in terms of processing power. “I-”

“Shhhh,” she shushed me again, running her lips down my shaft as she did it.

It shut me up.

She took the head back in her mouth and sucked, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could, stretching her lips and jaw, before coming up with a gasp as her spit strung and connected us a moment longer. Then she started jacking me off with both hands as she caught her breath, before dipping back down and repeating the process.

It felt amazing. It looked amazing. I swept her hair out of her face to make sure I could see every smile and grin, every time she hollowed her cheeks when sucking, or bulged them out by pressing the head of my cock against them. Every look in her eye. Every loving glance.

“Amelia, I’m close,” I groaned. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes, but I was going on a year of celibacy, and I was drunk, and this was all new and taboo and shouldn’t be happening.

“Huummm,” Amelia moaned, keeping my cock in her mouth, the vibration just adding to the pleasure shooting through me. She made it clear that she wasn’t coming off.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted. “Oh, Porcelain, fuck! I’m- fuck!”

I released, pouring spunk into her mouth as she immediately started swallowing. I knew that she wasn’t a virgin - we’d had that talk long before she’d moved in, that time I’d counselled her through her breakup. But I didn’t know much else about her sex life since it wouldn’t have ever been appropriate to ask, or really be told.  What I did find out during that orgasm was that, while I was pretty sure she wasn’t some slut who had practised with dozens or hundreds of blowjobs, she definitely knew what she wanted. She swallowed every drop of my cum, and based on how many long waves of orgasmic bliss rolled through me it had to have been a lot, and when she was done she suckled softly on the end of my cock, pulling the last of it out of me and slowly cleaning my cock head.

“Fuuuck,” I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. “Amelia. That was-”

“Amazing,” Amelia said softly and kissed my cock. “Tasty.” She kissed it again. “Wonderful.” Again. Then she lifted up from my cock and kissed my cheek. “I love you, Tay.”

“I love you too, Porcelain,” I said automatically.

She gently got my cock back in my pants, but didn’t zip them up. Instead, she silently got up and, after drinking a bit more of the water and swirling it around her mouth before swallowing, she grabbed my hands and urged me to stand up. I did, and she led me upstairs to my room. She got my arms up and helped me take off my shirt, then the pants went, and I grumbled when she pulled down my boxers but she shushed me and kissed my chest lightly and pushed me to sit on the bed.

She tucked me in, the little brat, and kissed my forehead as she looked down at me with pure love and adoration in her eyes.

“I love you, Tay,” she said again.

“Love you too, Porcelain,” I replied again.

Then she went and turned out the bedroom light, but a couple of moments later I felt her climb into bed and snuggle up against me. She wasn’t naked, but I could feel plenty of her warm, bare skin too. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my sober subconscious self was screaming that this was all wrong.

My still-drunk, first-orgasm-in-a-year brain didn’t care all that much.

- - - - -

The warmth of a body next to me, snuggled up against me, made me smile. And then I remembered that I was divorced. And then I remembered what happened last night.

“Good morning, Tay,” Amelia murmured, shifting slightly as she craned her neck to kiss me on the cheek.

“Amelia,” I sighed. Where did I even fucking begin to handle this?

I didn’t have much of a chance because her slender little body slid down beneath the covers, a little giggle emanating in her wake. I got the distinct impression of a hard little nub of a nipple scraping against my side as she moved.

“Amelia,” I said, warning her.

She didn’t stop. Her hands were on my cock, and then her mouth. Her head was a lump in the sheets as she started to moan and bob.

“Ffffuuuck,” I hissed, quickly getting hard as I remembered everything from last night. The way her eyes looked as she blew me. The way she smiled and told me she loved me. Her demand to be allowed to do this for me.

“Amelia, baby,” I groaned. I had a mild hangover rocking, making it harder for me to think. I lifted the covers and threw them back, revealing her. She was curled up on her side in an almost fetal position, leaning over my leg with one elbow planted between my legs to steady her as she worked both hands on my cock and smiled around the head of it between her lips at me. “Stop,” I groaned.

She took her time in doing it. Amelia was almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties. I’d seen her in bikinis plenty of times, not to mention her crop tops and little shorts from the summer or her workout gear when she felt like showing off and getting dolled up for the gym. Her tight, slender body wasn’t new to me. Her little tits were though, each one a little half-orange with a rosey pink quarter-sized areola and a rubbery nipple standing almost an inch out and proud.

“Yes, Tay?” she finally asked as she took her lips from my cock, smirking at me a little as she continued to slowly stroke it.

“Honey, this is so not right,” I said.

“I agree,” she said, nodding as she looked at me seriously.

“You do?”

“Of course!” she said, then her lips erupted with that smirk again as she let go of my cock and quickly yanked her panties down her legs. “Morning sex shouldn’t just be a blowjob.”

She was like a monkey, climbing into position to straddle me in quick order, but I grabbed both of her wrists as she went to try and get my cock into position.

“Stop!” I said sternly, and she finally did.

“What?” she asked, a little snottily.

“We need to talk about this, Amelia.”

She sighed and sat down on my thighs, my cock sticking up straight in front of her. “There’s nothing to talk about, Tay,” she said. “You’re an adult. I’m an adult. You love me, and I love you. I think you’re sexy as hell, and I want to take care of you like this. I’ve never caught you checking me out before, so maybe you don’t think of me like that, but based on last night and how hard your cock is right now, you’re not saying no because you think I’m ugly.

I had to rub my eyes for a moment at that one. “Porcelain,” I said. “It’s not about whether I find you attractive or not. It’s about how it’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong about it?” she demanded, planting her hands on each side of my hips as if threatening that she was going to grab my cock again.

“Let’s start with the fact that I watched you grow up,” I said.

“So? I watched you grow up too. I learned how to be an adult from you. How to be a good person. How to treat myself and my partner with respect. If we don’t count when I was a baby or too young to remember, I watched you mature into the man you are from the age of 30 to 45.”

“That’s not the same,” I said. “I was an adult that whole time.”

“I love you, Tayvon,” she said. “As a woman loves a man.”

“You-”

“No, stop,” she said, holding up a hand to quiet me. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was fourteen. An innocent crush. The kind of crush I knew would never go anywhere. I didn’t fantasize about you, or think up plans to seduce you or anything, because you respected me and I respected you, and your marriage. I just loved you and let myself sit with that while I tried to do normal teenage things. And I did! I didn’t try and save myself for you or anything crazy like that. And so it was just always a little crush. A little ‘squee!’ in me when you would take your shirt off around the pool, or did something hot and manly. That was all. Then, last year, when everything happened, it wasn’t on my mind at all. I was heartbroken for you, and with you. What my parents did, what Jane did… They are awful people. And I needed you to be ‘Uncle Tay’ for a while, and I needed to be your little Porcelain niece for you. But once the settlements were finally done, once the dust was starting to settle and all that was left was me and you in this house together as you waited for the paperwork to make it official, I had space to think again. To consider. To crush. Tay, you deserve someone who's going to fulfil your needs as a man even if you’re not ready to date, and I know I’ve got needs as a woman that I haven’t tended to in too long. We love each other, we’re not going to hurt each other. So right now I’m going to get this cock hard again and then I’m going to start working it inside of my little 21-year-old grown-ass woman pussy, OK?”

She slid her butt back a bit and leaned forward, taking my cock back into her mouth as she looked up at me with a determined frown, daring me to challenge her thinking or her actions.

It was hard to focus on my arguments with my cock in her mouth.

And it didn’t take long for me to reach rock-hard status once more, and she straddled my waist again, lifting herself up and manoeuvring my cock into position so she could sit on it. Her pussy lips were slick and the gentle, almost mushy skin-on-skin contact sent shivers up my spine. The whole of her was this skinny, delicate thing and yet somehow those pussy lips of hers were meaty and plump, with prominent inner lips in a neat lining that begged to be tongued and sucked on. Even her pubes, a soft blonde thatch of curls, were attractive and sexy and so different from any woman I’d been with. Just as she looked like she was ready to start lowering herself I sat up and caught her hips and little butt with my hands.

“Taaayyy,” she groaned in frustration.

“Condoms,” I said. If I wasn’t going to come up with any rational thought that my mind couldn’t corrupt to serve my cock, I could still think of ways to protect her.

“I’m on the pill,” Amelia said. “Religiously. And I know you got a clean STD check after what we found out about Jane and my parents. I got one done too, just in case, and I’m clean. We both are. Now unless you’re going to shove me down on your thick black cock, let me go, Tay.”

I let her go, having nothing else to argue with her over. She wiggled her hips, shifted her weight a little, and reached down to hold my cock in position as she slowly let her weight drop.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned in a thick tone as the head pushed up against her hole and immediately began to stretch her. It felt fucking amazing to me, but the look on her face made me worried.

“Amelia-” I started.

“Shut the fuck up, Tayvon!” Amelia growled and winced as she drove herself further down, my cockhead driving fully into her.

“Hey,” I said with a dark sternness, making her freeze and look at me in a panic. I softened my voice. “There’s lube in the bedside drawer, Porcelain.”

She broke into a grin and winced again as she got off of me, then scrambled across the bed and dug into the drawer I’dm indicated, coming back with a little bottle of lube. She quickly slathered my cock in it, then took three fingers and started sawing them over her pussy lips and working them into her hole.

“You really want this?” I asked her, watching as she fingered herself and her tight little body jiggled from her efforts, her tits bouncing as she bit both of her lips at once in concentration.

“This doesn’t answer that question?” she asked, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Touche,” I said.

“Maybe later,” she smirked at me. “I’ve never had anything in there, let alone something as thick as your cock.”

“Not what I meant,” I said, unable to not picture her tiny white butt getting skewered by my black cock.

“I know,” she said and stuck out her tongue teasingly. Seemingly happy with her lubing, she got back into position over me and soon my cock was back rubbing through her cunt lips. “Hey, Tay?” she said.

“Yeah?” I asked, reaching forward to offer her my hands, which she took to stabilize herself.

“I may have lied early, just a little,” she said.

“About what?”

“I definitely fantasized about you. A lot. I just never fantasized about stealing you or anything,” she said.

That made me chuckle a little, and she used that moment to sit down again.

The lube helped a lot, though it still took her a good few minutes for her pussy to stretch and accommodate me. Once she was most of the way down, both of us groaning as she squeezed my hands almost as tightly as her cunt squeezed my dick, she got impatient and she blew out all the air in her lungs and sat down completely.

“Fuck!” she shouted, squeezing her eyes shut and staying completely still.

Then she opened them and leaned forward, looking down her body to where we were joined, her white skin contrasting with my warm black tones. And she tilted her hips a bit, stirring my cock in her as she tried to get a clear view of where I was entering her.

“That’s so fucking hot, Tay,” she whispered, and slowly sat up about an inch and then sat down again.

“Fuuuck, Amelia,” I groaned.

“It’s OK,” she said. “I don’t mind if you pop early. I know it’s been a long time for both of us, even with the blowjob last night.”

She wasn’t wrong - I could feel the writing on the walls. Her cunt was tight, and this whole thing was so wrong but felt so good. But where she had experience with boys her own again, I was a man and could handle myself a little better.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her down to me. Our size difference meant that I couldn’t actually pull her down to kiss her on the lips - at just over 6’5, and her right at 5’0, her head only really came down to my chest and  I could kiss her on the forehead. But I hugged her to me and stroked my hands across her back and down to her ass, grabbing her small cheeks hard. She was so different from my ex-wife physically that it almost felt disconcerting, but her moans and the clenching of her cunt, as it kept struggling to adapt to my thickness, told me everything I needed to know.

I thrust up into her once and she let out a yelp, but sat up and took me deep into her again as she wiggled her butt like she was trying to screw me into her even deeper.

“Mmm-mm,” she shook her head at me, those grey eyes of her full for a passionate fire. “I’m taking care of you, Tayvon. You just lean back and let me ride you.”

And that’s what she did. She started with more grinding, her tight torso flexing as she tested what felt best for the both of us and then leaned forward and planted both hands on the centre of my chest and started to slowly bounce on my cock. That gave me the opening to bring my hands up from her thighs and hips to cup her breasts, teasing her long nipples by rolling them between my fingers and making her drop her jaw as she gasped. Jane’s nipples had been stubby little things, like round little black pebbles, but Amelia’s reminded me more of my ex from right before Jane, a Puerto Rican with big fat nips that she’d loved to have sucked on. I teased Amelia like I remembered teasing her, and Amelia started bouncing on me faster.

Then she switched stances again, leaning back so far that she reached behind herself to brace on my knees, and she got off her knees and onto her feet, her legs spread wide. This gave me an amazing view of her cunt rising and falling, spread by my cock as she continued to ride me.

“This is so fucking hot, Tay,” Amelia groaned. “God, it feels better than I imagined it would. You’re so fucking thick. Your black cock is stretching my cunt so wide and it feels amazing. Does it look hot, baby? Does my little pussy make you happy?”

“Fuck, Amelia,” I groaned, running my hands from her knees and down her inner thighs. “Your pussy is amazing, honey. It’s so fucking tight and looks so good. I can see you getting creamy too, taking my cock like this.”

“Mmm, you like that I get creamy for you, Tay? You like that?”

Her pussy lips were flushed and she was leaving a soft white cream of her horny self-lubrication on my shaft every time she raised her hips. I let my hands trail all the way down to the crooks between her legs and her pussy, framing that horny scene in my mind before I ran both thumbs up her cunt and used the creamy lube to keep the pads of my thumbs slick as I pinched on either side of her clit hood.

Amelia lost her balance on my knees and collapsed as she came, her eyes and mouth opening wide as she gasped. She rocked back so hard that my cock actually dragged across the front of her cunt and popped out of her. The problem was, I was so fucking close and seeing her go off like that was going to push me over the edge. I scrambled and sat up, getting my knees under me as I stroked my cock quickly. Then, in a moment of horny inspiration, I grabbed Amelia’s twitching legs as she rocked and wiggled from the jolting pleasure of her orgasm and I lifted them both high, pressing them together and thrusting my cock between her soft, lube-slick thighs. I fucking those lily-white thighs of hers rough for about ten seconds, my sack and hips banging against her soft skin with clapping sounds, and with her feet almost right in my face I took the heel of her little white-girl foot and bit it softly to muffle my growl as I came, firing rope after rope of cum onto her.

Amelia was cooing and humming giggles to herself as my thrusting slowed and finally came to a stop, and I pulled my cock from between her thighs and sat back on my heels, panting lightly as I split her legs and lowered them to the bed. She was looking at me with a big grin on her face, her nipples still hard and her chest and stomach heaving from her own deep breathing. There was cum splattered across her from a pool in her pubic hair, up her stomach and abs, over her chest and onto her upper chest. There was even a speck of it under her chin on her neck.

“I think you were a little backed up, Tay,” she giggled. “You didn’t need to fuck my thighs to finish though, you could have just pumped me full of cum. If you wanted to.”

“Porcelain, honey, I don’t know if I’m quite ready for that,” I said, patting the outside of her leg.

“Well, when you are, my pussy is very available,” she grinned. Then she scooted back and sat up on her knees, coming to me and lifting her chin with pursed lips and kissing me soft and sweet before knee-walking to the edge of my bed and getting off. She grabbed her panties, then started gathering the rest of her clothes from the floor where she’d left them the night before. “I’ve got class, so I need to go catch a shower. We’re already like fifteen minutes late on our regular Thursday schedule. Quick breakfast - toasties?”

I nodded, looking over at the clock beside my bed and seeing she was right. “Toasties it is,” I said, our little ritual when we were running late was that whoever got downstairs first put the coffee on and made toast, putting out the jam and peanut butter. That had developed into making ‘toasties’, which was three slices of bread with PB and J between two slices, and Nutella between that and the top. It was gross and sugary and delicious and required us to do an additional workout every week.

She skipped towards the door to my bedroom and stopped in the threshold, looking back over her shoulder at me with her little white butt cheeks pointed in my direction. “Love you, Tay,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Love you too, honey,” I replied.

She winked at me and left my room.

I kept looking at the empty doorway, breathing slowly. Trying to process. “What the fuck have I done?” I groaned to myself.

- - - - -

“Tay, I’m home,” Amelia called out as she came in the door and kicked off her shoes. I could hear them clatter near the front door as she did it messily. Usually, that would have made me smile a little and shake my head, but today was different.

Breakfast had been fast and utterly normal compared to our wake-up. We’d gotten to a kitchen around the same time, and I’d made the coffee while she made the toasties, and then she was headed out the door while I paced up to my home office. I only needed to be in my actual office on Mondays and Fridays after all the policy changes following the COVID lockdowns, which I’d gladly taken advantage of.

Today I had almost wished I was in the office proper though, if only because it would have distracted me from my thoughts.

“I’m back here,” I called.

Amelia’s footsteps trailed through the house, heading into the kitchen and then back to my office. She came into the room with a glass of water, still wearing her backpack. Today she’d worn a loose pair of jeans that had more holes than denim - apparently, that was in style despite it being winter with snow on the ground - and a cute long-sleeve fleece sweater.

“You didn’t say hello,” she said with a frown as she walked around my desk. There wasn’t a spot for her to hop up and sit so she leaned her hip against the side as she took another sip.

“Sorry, Porcelain,” I sighed. “It’s been a stressful day.”

She pouted a little, her frown deepening. “Bad day at work?”

“Just a lot going on in my head,” I said pointedly.

“Mmm,” she nodded slowly. “I get that. I was pretty distracted in class too. Not to mention studying in the library between lectures. But, I know how to fix that.” She set the glass of water down and went to her knees, reaching for the waistband of my sweatpants. Working from home had its benefits.

“Amelia-” I started.

“Shh,” she grinned at me. Within moments she had the head of my cock between her lips. A minute later I was groaning, my big hand wrapped in her blonde hair as she blew me. She took her time, playing with it, until she surprised me by tugging my pants down even further and coming off my cock just to get her lips on my balls. “Mmm,” she hummed. “I haven’t shown these boys my appreciation for them yet.”

“Amelia,” I sighed, my eyes closed. I wasn’t trying to stop her.

She bathed my sack in kisses and sucks, and then licked her way up my cock and blew me some more until I growled a warning. She kept her mouth on me, and I came as she swallowed it quickly. Lightheaded, I watched as she leaned back with a smile and licked her lips and then smacked them. She kissed the tip of my cock, carefully pulled my pants back up, then stood and took a long sip of her water.

“All better,” she said with a teasing little smirk and leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Love you, Tay. Leave for the gym in 30?”

“Sure, Porcelain,” I said, still blinking my way back to full thought. That ‘post-nut clarity’ thing that guys joked about wasn’t helping me in this case. “Gym in 30.”

She drained the rest of her water, swallowed, and then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. No tongue, but firm and insistent. Then she skipped back around the table and headed out of my office, and I realized she hadn’t even taken off her backpack.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself. “I was supposed to not do that.”

- - - - -

“You want to say something,” Amelia said, gesturing with half a piece of broccoli stuck to her fork. “I can see it stuck on the tip of your tongue.”

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say,” I said.

“Since this morning?” she asked. “Because that’s how long that look has been on your face. Well, other than the one that looked like this.” She made what I assumed was her version of my O-face and then broke into a laugh.

“Yeah, since this morning, Porcelain,” I sighed. When we’d gotten back from the gym we’d gone through our regular routine. Amelia went up to shower first, while I cooled down from my workout by listening to some music. Then, when she was done, she started work on dinner while I went to clean up. When I was done I came down to help with whatever else needed to happen with the meal, and we sat down together to eat.

“Well, maybe I can help,” she said.

“Honey, you are what I need to talk about,” I said. “And you already gave me your whole speech about being an adult woman, and I’m not denying that.”

“Well, good,” she said, “But I still think what I have to say might change what you want to say.”

Part of me was disgusted at the other part of me that was suddenly upset that she might be ending things. I was supposed to be ending it, why would I want her to not! “Alright,” I said. “Go ahead.”

“OK,” she said, then bit the broccoli off her fork and stabbed a new one as if reloading to gesture some more. “Did you know that my sperm and egg donors and I never had family dinner?”

I blinked. “No, I didn’t,” I said.

“Never,” she sighed. “I mean, sometimes two of us happened to be eating at the same time, but we never had family dinner. I ate in my room or in front of the TV a lot. I’m not sure what they did. And I mean, sure, we were busy. And they always made sure I had food. But do you remember the first thing we did the morning after I showed up here after what I saw?”

“I started calling lawyers,” I said.

“Mm, before that,” she shook the broccoli like she was shaking her head. “We had breakfast together. You got me up out of bed from your guest room, sat me on this chair right here, and talked to me while making me fried chicken and waffles. And you went all out. And the whole time I was just sitting here thinking two things - the first was how much of an idiotic cunt Jane was, but the second was how much you were the only man I’d ever met that loved me unconditionally. You didn’t expect anything from me, didn’t want anything from me except to spend your time with me freely. Then we sat here for like an hour while we ate and you talked to me and tried to convince me that even though you were going to be going through a rough time, I didn’t need to be because my parents hadn’t betrayed me, and they were my parents and they loved me and all that stuff. And you know what I was thinking at that point? That I’d spent more time talking with you about the good things and the bad things in my life, and how to be a better person, and commiserating over the things that hurt me, than I had both of my parents put together. You were a better confidant, and mentor, and everything to me. And even though I was already disgusted with them, it was when you were trying to defend my relationship with them that I realized you were the family I would put above everything else.”

I could feel myself tearing up. I’d known some of it, I’d known that Amelia had been close to me, but I’d never realized that things at home were so isolated for her. “Amelia, honey, that doesn’t make this right. If anything, you seeing me as-”

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t say Father Figure. I had a father figure. Everything you did, every time you talked to me like an adult, and treated me with respect, you were treating me like a friend. Like an equal. I never felt like you were trying to be a father to me, Tay, because you were so much better and more than that. Sometimes you were Coach. Sometimes you were Uncle Tay, my father’s friend. But you were never some out-of-reach adult. So this past year, I did the same with you. I treated you exactly how I hoped one of my friends would treat me. I sat with you and talked you through the dark parts of the year, and I celebrated with you through the good parts even if they were bittersweet. And I made sure you didn’t lose yourself, or your faith in humanity. And the sex, Tay, the sex is because I love you. And you love me. We say it all the time, Tay. Hell, we said it before all of this, it just didn’t mean this.”

She took a deep breath and set down her fork, the broccoli still on it, and put her hands flat on the table as she looked across at me. She was wearing her Wutang hoodie again, looking so small in the oversized sweater, and yet somehow so fucking fierce and stern.

“I just want you to know who I am,” she said. “And you do, now. You knew every other part of me and my life, and now you know the sexual side of me. The last bit. And you can’t just forget it or pretend it’s not there. You’re my favourite person, Tay. Ever. And with everything else being broken, I want to be the answer for you. I’m a horny woman who feels deeply connected to you, and I want to fuck you over and over because it feels so good to be known and seen by you, and I want you to feel that same way.”

I closed my eyes, absorbing what she’d said. Replaying it in my mind. And then I coughed a chuckle as I made a realization. “Did you steal some of that from the Goo Goo Dolls?”

She broke into a flushed smirk. “Covers, mostly. I’ve been listening to that song a lot lately, 'cause it made me think of you.”

I sucked in a breath as I shook my head and sighed it out slowly. “OK, Amelia. If this is going to keep happening, then I need two rules that you’ll follow.”

“What are they?” she asked.

“First, we need to keep it quiet,” I said. “And I feel gross just needing to say that, you understand? But people are already asking questions about you staying with me. If they find out you’re just casually fucking me, people are going to make some major jumps and I’ll be accused of grooming you at the very least.”

“I’d just tell them I pursued you,” she said. “But… I get it.”

“Second, you need to be open to dating someone your own age,” I said. “This sex between us might be part of our love for each other, but I’m still forty-five and you’re twenty-one. It can’t be forever. You need someone around your own age, and I promise you I’ll keep loving you even once you find someone to get into a proper relationship with.”

I could tell she wanted to fight me on that one, her eyes narrowing slightly as she absorbed what I’d said until she finally nodded. “OK,” she said. “I’ll be open to going on dates with people my own age.”

I got up and went around the table, leaning down and kissing her. The kiss of a lover, not of a friend.

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as our tongues teased against each other, and she softly ran her fingernails through the close-cropped curls of my beard as she hummed her pleasure.

I pulled away, ending the kiss, and looked into those big grey eyes of hers and saw how utterly happy she was that I wasn’t fighting her on this. And then they went a little wider as I picked her up out of her chair and manhandled her to the side of the table, bending her over it as I took her blonde hair in my hand.

“Is this what you were thinking of, Porcelain?” I asked her with a soft growl in my voice. “Just taking each other whenever we wanted?”

“Fuck yes, Tay,” she groaned, reaching back and pulling up the back of her sweater to reveal her butt in her tight black leggings. She pulled them and her thong down, baring her cheeks before pulling one aside to show me her pretty little pussy lips and her perfect little dimple of an asshole. “Anytime you want.”

I clapped my hand down in a spank on her ass, making her yelp and laugh.

“Fuck me, Tay. Fuck the shit out of me right here at the goddamn dinner table,” she begged.

I got my cock into position and, for the second time that day, started to enter her tight channel as her body worked and stretched to accommodate my girth.

We didn’t need to fetch the lube this time.

- - - - -

I was just pulling down the sheets on my bed when my bedroom door opened and Amelia walked in casually. After dinner, and cleaning up the mess from knocking things off the table from our fucking, we’d gotten back to our usual routine again. Amelia had studied for a bit while I caught up on ESPN, and then she’d come over and curled up next to me on the couch and we’d binged a couple more episodes of our most recent Netflix show before it was time for bed.

Amelia smirked at me a little as she rounded my bed, and pulled back that side of the covers as well. “Thought I wouldn’t want to sleep with you again, Tay?” she asked. “Last night was the best sleep I’ve had in a year.”

I just shook my head and smiled, climbing in. Amelia shucked off her sweater, revealing she was just wearing a thing, and climbed in with me. Soon she was cuddled up to me, my arm around her and resting on her hip as her cheek pressed against my shoulder.

“Good night, Porcelain,” I said, reaching over with my free hand to turn off the lamp on my bedside table.

“Good night, Tay,” she said and kissed the side of my chest lightly.

- - - - -

Four weeks later, I was sitting on the couch downstairs on a Saturday morning when Amelia rounded the corner. She burst into giggles when my jaw dropped and my eyes went wide.

My sexy little house guest was wearing knee-high socks, a kilt that was way too short, and a white blouse that was tied up to reveal her taut stomach.

“You like?” she asked with a lascivious grin, strutting towards me with a sway to her hips that shifted the kilt to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

“Fuck,” I said, my voice deep and gravelly. “Just one thing, Porcelain.”

“What’s that?” She said with a teasing little smile.

“Take out the pigtails,” I told her. “You’re not a little girl. Your a sexy ass woman and I’m going to fuck you like one.”

Her full-throated laughter as she reached up to pull the hair ties in her hair echoed through the house.

- - - - -

“No,” I said sternly, pointing towards the door to the bedroom. “Not a chance, Amelia.”

She pouted, fists on her cocked hips as she tried to judge if I would back down or not. Finally, she sighed. “Alright,” she said and turned to head back to her room. She didn’t sleep there, but she kept it up for appearances, to store all her stuff, and for when she needed a little alone time.

“Just come back naked, Porcelain,” I called after her. “I don’t need more roleplay, I just want you.”

She came back a couple of minutes later, her old softball uniform gone, and didn’t have a stitch of clothing on her.

“Come here, you little tease,” I said, pulling her to me and kissing her.

“I’d only be a tease if I wasn’t planning on fucking you,” she laughed.

“Well, we’ll get to that,” I said as I picked her up and planted her on the edge of the bed, then went to my knees and peeled open her skinny legs. “But first I want to hear you squealing my name again as I taste this pussy.”

“Yes, Tay!” she cried as I took my first big lick of her cunt and she fell back to lie on the bed. “Fuck, I love you.”

- - - - -

“I won’t be home for dinner tonight,” Amelia said as she stood up, wiping her mouth after her daily ‘I just got home blowie.’

“Oh, OK,” I said. “What about the gym?”

She shook her head. “You should still go though.”

“Where are you headed?” I asked. She rarely deviated from our routine.

“I’m going on a date with Charlie,” she said. “Like you’ve been bothering me to do.”

I didn’t know who Charlie was, and I had been bothering her about the fact that she was supposed to at least try finding someone her own age. But I was still surprised that she was doing it.

“Oh,” I said, noncommittally. “Alright. Where are you headed?”

“A concert,” she said. “It’s this emo screamo band that Charlie is into. We shouldn’t be too late.”

“Alright. Be safe, Porcelain.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled a little, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek. “I will, Tay. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you, Amelia. You’re my Porcelain,” I reminded her.

“I know, but I’m still going to remind you,” she smiled, then turned to leave the room. At the door she stopped. “I’m going to be getting ready in about an hour, so if you want to fuck me you’ll need to do it before that, please, baby.”

I nodded, and she left me with my thoughts.

- - - - -

The door opened at the other end of the house, and I glanced at the clock. 11 PM really wasn’t late for a woman her age to be out on a Friday night, and I wasn’t her father to police her coming and going. And I’d told her that she should be doing this.

I had fucked Amelia hard before she’d started getting ready. At the time I’d told myself I was just horny, and hearing her moaning and screaming my name as I took her from behind, and from the front, and standing with her folded in half and grabbing her ankles, had been highly gratifying. As had been dumping my thick load into her pussy. But then, when I was at the gym as she was getting ready and leaving for her date, I knew it was me putting my claim on her. Making sure she remembered throughout her entire date that my cock was the one she wanted the most, the one that had stretched her out and that she woke up to every morning, and went to bed snuggling every night.

I was jealous of some kid named Charlie that I’d never even met.

There were soft voices near the front door, and someone went up the stairs while other footsteps came towards my office. Amelia stuck her head around the door and, seeing me at my desk, smiled as she came into the room.

I almost said something as I saw how she was dressed.

She’d done her makeup dark, with almost a goth princess look despite her delicate features and blonde hair. Her lipstick was a dark blue to match her eyeshadow, and she was wearing a navy bra underneath a black fishnet top that I knew intimately tucked down into a crotch to keep it tight to her body. She was wearing a tight, black leather skirt that ended above her knees, and a chrome and black belt at her waist. Black platform boots with some chrome buckles finished the look.

She looked sexy as hell. She looked like a slut.

I really hated that she went out looking like that.

“Hey, Tay,” she said. “Have a good night?”

“Fine,” I said, still eyeing her outfit.

“OK,” she said. “I’m going to go make out with Charlie upstairs.”

I grit my teeth and nodded. I told her to find someone her own age.

She left, and I listened to her footsteps as she went to the front of the house and started up the stairs.

Was she testing me? Punishing me?

I wanted to shout and yell. Why would she do this?

But I knew the answer. Because I told her to. Repeatedly.

I was an idiot.

I loved her enough to want what was right for her, not what was most advantageous for me.

There wasn’t a sound up there for half an hour, and it was starting to get late. 11:30 PM was right around our usual bedtime if one or both of us hadn’t gone out to meet friends at a bar, so I shut down my laptop and headed upstairs. Dreading every step.

At the top of the stairs, down the hall was our bedroom. Her room was one of what had been two guest rooms, but it was her room now. It would be for as long as I lived in the house, just in case she needed it.

The door to that room was open, light spilling out, and I could hear soft whispers and light chuckling.

She left the fucking door open.

I meant to just walk by, without stomping or making a scene, but I had a moment of weakness and glanced through the door.

Amelia was laid out on the bed, her boots off but the rest of her outfit still in place, and laying next to her was another woman. She was wearing a black and white baseball tee, a backwards black baseball cap, and black leggings with holes in them.

And I knew who she was, as Amelia kissed her lightly between their smiles.

“Charlize?” I said in surprise.

Amelia and Charlize both turned and smiled at me.

“Took you long enough, Tay,” Amelia said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow in mild confusion. “I told you we’d be up here making out, I figured you’d follow me up.”

My jaw worked slightly. “You’re Charlie,” I said a little dumbly, my eyes still focused on Charlize. She’d played on Amelia’s softball team for three of the four years I’d helped coach. She was a pretty brunette with a sort of angular face and had been excellent at second base and a decent hitter. She’d also been at my ‘Divorce Party’ and I could distinctly remember her giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek after we took a shot together.

Both of the girls chuckled a little, still a little confused, and then Amelia’s eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck,” she said. “Tay,  did you think- Oh my God, baby, I didn’t mean to- Fuck.” She stood up and came to me, crashing into me as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “You told me to date someone my own age, and Charlie is bi, so I figured I could do what you wanted and still have you. Baby, I’m so sorry! I totally thought you knew who I was talking about.”

My arms wrapped softly around Amelia as I hugged her back, still looking at Charlize in mild shock as my brain tried to retcon everything I’d been feeling all evening.

Amelia went on a date with Charlize. She went on a date with a bi girl, and one that I knew she’d be safe with.

She hadn’t been testing me at all.

“Tay?” Amelia asked, still hugging me tightly. “Say something. Please?”

Amelia had told me she was coming up here to make out with Charlize and had expected me to follow.

“Can I get you something to drink, Charlize?” I asked the other girl.

“That- would actually be great, Coach Tay,” Charlize said, sitting up on the bed and looking a little nervous, biting the inside of her lip. “Maybe a beer?”

“Sure,” I said. “Amelia, honey, mind coming with me?”

I turned and walked away, and Amelia turned and whispered something to Charlize before following me down to the kitchen, where she found me standing at the fridge.

“Tay, baby-” she started, but I cut her off by picking her up under her arms and planting her butt on the counter, then grabbing her by the face and kissing her hard. She grabbed me back, kissing me desperately.

“I’m an idiot,” I mumbled between kisses.

“No,” she mumbled back. “I’m an idiot… I’m so sorry, baby… I should have… realized something… was off…”

We finally stopped, panting from the long kiss.

“What are you and her expecting here?” I asked.

“Some fun,” Amelia said. “Like I said, Charlie is bi. We hadn’t really talked about it, I realize now, but I’m bi, too. I haven’t been with a guy since high school, but I had some fun at college with girls before I moved in here. Mostly from the team. Charlie and I hooked up once before, and she’s fun. And she’s had a crush on you for a long time too.”

“Amelia,” I groaned. “What happened to keeping things quiet about us?”

“It’s not letting a secret out if she fucks you too, Tay,” Amelia said as if it were an obvious loophole.

“She really wants that?” I asked.

“You can ask her yourself,” Amelia said.

I kissed her again, and she reached down between us and rubbed my cock through my sweats. When we separated I went into the fridge and pulled out a trio of beers, twisting off the cap of one and handing it to Amelia. The other two I carried with me as we headed back upstairs.

“It’s nice to see you, Charlize,” I said as we went into Amelia’s ‘room’ and I handed her the beer. “Or, I guess you go by Charlie now?”

She shrugged and twisted off the top of the beer. “It’s just a nickname. Sorry it caused some problems.”

“Not your fault. What have you been up to?”

I’d gotten some of it from Charlize at my Divorce Party already, but she had attended community college for a couple of years after graduating high school, then used a transfer program to get into State where Amelia went as well. She would graduate a year after Amelia, but was on track to do well. She’d dated a boy seriously for a bit at the community college but dumped him when he dropped out because she couldn’t get my ‘respect yourself’ lessons out of her head. Then she’d dated a girl her first year at State, but things had ended messily when her parents found out. She was in low contact with them now and wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but it also didn’t change much since they’d moved up to Indiana while she’d stayed in Raleigh for her education and to be near friends.

“And how did you two decide to hook up like this?” I asked, nearing the end of my beer.

“Well, Amelia tracked me down on campus last week,” Charlize said, smirking at the other girl sitting beside her on the bed. “We study together sometimes, and meet up with the other girls from the team once in a while, but she’d texted she wanted to talk to me. So we met at one of the cafeterias on campus, and I figured she needed to tell me something, but as soon as we sit down with our overpriced pizza slices she just blurts ‘Will you go out with me!?’”

That made Amelia blush and snicker a little as Charlize giggled and nudged her with her elbow. “I wasn’t that bad,” she said.

“Oh, yeah. You were worse!” Charlize said. “You blurted it so loud the guys at the table next to us all heard it and started staring. I had to say yes out of sheer peer pressure, there were so many people who heard you ask.”

“Wait, you didn’t want to go out with me?” Amelia asked.

“No, obviously I did,” Charlize smirked with a little eye roll. “And I had a blast at the concert. You know me well. But,” she pivoted to looking back at me. “That got us talking about living situations, and you, and Amelia got me to admit that I might have had a big crush on you for a while, Coach. And once I admitted that, she admitted what was going on between you two and if I wanted to, um, have some fun with you both. And so here we are.”

Charlize’s cheeks were flushed, and she bit the inside of her lip again in a cute way that I realized wasn’t her nervous so much as nervously horny.

“If that’s what you want,” I said with a sigh. “Though please, God, stop calling me Coach. Tayvon, or Tay, is fine.”

“Or Daddy,” Amelia smirked. “He loves that one.”

“No, I do not,” I said, levelling an accusatory finger at Amelia. “Or do you want what happened last time you tried that shit to happen again?”

“What happened?” Charlize asked curiously.

Amelia at least had the decency to blush. “I didn’t listen to his last warning, and he said if I was going to call him that then he needed to do some disciplining for all the slutty behaviour I’d been exhibiting. So he bent me over his lap and spanked me until my ass was red, and then refused to let me come for three whole days. He took my toys, and even hid the cucumbers and bananas. And to make it worse, he massaged my butt every night with aloe so I was super horny all the time. It was the worst.”

“You loved it, didn’t you?” Charlize snickered.

“Maybe,” Amelia laughed. “But I don’t need to go through that again. Once was enough.”

“So you were trying to get me in that kind of trouble!?” Charlize scoffed.

“Maybe,” Amelia grinned, then bit her lower lip and let her eyes slide into a sexy, hooded gaze as she glanced at me, and then back at Charlize. “So… fun?”

Charlize nodded, and then they both leaned in and kissed.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen women kiss, even like this - my college life had been active. But it was the first time seeing Amelia kiss a woman and the first time I’d seen Charlize kissing too.

It was fucking hot. And it was another one of those things… After two months with Amelia in my bed (and all over the house), that taboo feeling of maybe doing something wrong had faded. But Charlize suddenly being here felt like it was taking things out of the weird dream that I’d been living in and made them real again.

Two twenty-one-year-old white girls were making out in my house, for me.

Amelia chuckled in her throat when she sucked on Charlize’s tongue as they started to pull away from each other, and once her tongue had been released and Charlize was grinning Amelia whispered something right in her ear and both of the girls looked over at me with smiles.

I had sat down on Amelia’s desk chair as Charlize had been updating me on her life, and now both girls climbed down from the bed on their hands and knees, shooting me teasing looks as they crawled across the room to me. Amelia reached me first, a split second ahead of Charlize, and spread my legs at my knees so they could both fit between them. Charlize turned her hat around on her head, her eyes giving a nervous energy, while Amelia was all horny in her stare.

“I never asked,” Amelia smirked a little as she reached up and started to pull down my track pants. “Have you ever had a black cock, Charlie?”

The other girl shook her head and she bit her lip, looking raptly at where my pants were getting tugged. “No, but I’ve been fantasizing about this one for a long time,” she said.

“Told you that you were yummy, Tay,” Amelia giggled, then yanked my pants and boxers down, freeing my cock to bounce up and erect.

“Holy fuck,” Charlize said, her mouth opening a bit as she looked at it.

“It’s real,” Amelia said, grinning like a fiend as she took her friend’s hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“It’s so fucking hard,” Charlize said, immediately starting to squeeze and softly stroke.

“And?” Amelia asked.

“And I’m kind of terrified of it,” she laughed nervously. “You seriously take this thing in your tiny pussy?”

“Every day,” Amelia grinned and then leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth as she looked over at her friend in a challenge.

“Charlie,” I said, my voice in that deep tone that I couldn’t help using when Amelia was sucking me off. “Anything I ask for, you can say no if it scares you or you don’t want it and I won’t think less of you at all, OK?” She nodded, and even though she was nervous I could tell she believed me. “Suck my cock, honey.”

She leaned in and, glancing with a little smile at Amelia, started kissing the opposite side of my shaft.

If a blowjob from Amelia was great, a double blowjob from two eagre twenty-one-year-olds was better. Amelia was practised at taking my cock in her mouth now, and she did the heavy lifting in terms of getting her lips wrapped as far down my shaft as she could, gagging slightly from the thickness though that only tended to get her spit working overtime. Charlize quickly figured out that she could only reasonably take the head of my cock between her lips without over-stretching her jaw, but she made up for it by proving she was an absolute slut with her tongue, running it not only all over my shaft, but down to my nuts and all over my groin, then up to my closely trimmed patch of pubes.

It was when she’d gone back down to suck on my nuts again, my cock laying across her face with the wet, dark head bouncing off of her forehead, that Amelia progressed things further when she leaned back and quickly shucked off her leather skirt, revealing that she’d worn full black panties underneath. Those went too, and her pussy was revealed with the fishnet crotch of her bodysuit shirt causing her thick lips to bulge around it.

“Come here,” she muttered, pulling Charlie from sucking on my sack and tossing the girl's hat to the side and starting to pull off her shirt.

Charlize let her, raising her arms, but as she did it she looked at me with a new nervous expression. “Um, can I ask a question?”

“Honey, we’re way past needing to ask to ask,” I said.

“Is it racist if I comment on how hot I find your cock? And your… body?”

That made me cough a little as I tried to suppress my chuckle. Youth these days could be a little too concerned about social justice causes. “You think my fat, black cock is hot, Charlie?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded, biting her lip.

“You want that fat black cock inside your little white pussy?” Amelia asked her, then lifted her shirt up and over her head. Two moderate-sized titties bounced out, no bra. Either she’d gone without for the night, or it had gotten taken off earlier while the girls were making out and waiting for me.

“That’s not bad to say, right?” Charlize asked.

“No, honey,” I said. “Just keep the n-word out of your mouth and I won’t be offended at all.”

“Believe me,” Amelia said. “That kind of wordplay isn’t as hot as you might think it is in the moment.”

“You didn’t,” Charlie said, eyes opening as she looked at her friend.

“It wasn’t out of the blue,” I said, leaning forward and gently running my hands across Charlize’s breasts, the perfection of youth in every way that mattered. “We talked about it beforehand, and she busted it out while I was fucking her hard. You should have seen how red she went as soon as she said ‘nigga cock’ - we didn’t even finish.”

“Well, we finished later,” Amelia said, blushing again just from the memory.

“But I can say, ‘I want your big black cock ploughing me from behind,’ right?” Charlize asked.

I smirked and leaned forward a little more, sliding one hand up to wrap into the brunette hair at the back of her head and pulling her into a kiss. She wasn’t as skilled at kissing as Amelia was, but she was eager and it felt tantalizing to be kissing her. Doing it in front of Amelia was even weirder. She kissed energetically, her tongue pressing between my lips until I finally pulled her away by her hair. “Yeah, you can say shit like that?” I chuckled deeply.

She licked her lips. “Can I watch Amelia take it first, though? I’m still a little, uh, scared of it.”

That set Amelia to giggling as she kissed her friend's cheek. “Of course,” she said, then stood up and pushed Charlie’s head back down towards my cock. “Get him nice and slick for me.”

It was a bit of a production, Amelia getting out of that fishnet top. Her black lipstick was already half-worn off from the blowjob, and it gave her a bit of a silly look as she struggled and contorted for a moment as she battled with the wide holes of the top. She finally got it off and threw it in the direction of her closet with a grunt, then stripped off her bra and tossed that after it.

“You know you could have just pulled it to the side,” I said. We’d done that once or twice already in the last couple of months when she’d worn the thing for me.

“But then my bra would have been in the way,” she said and pushed me to lean back in the desk chair before pulling Charlie away in the other direction. “‘Scuse me, bitch. I gotta ride my man for you.”

She turned and swung her leg over so that she was straddling me, her cute little ass pointing back at me. I immediately reached out and took both cheeks in my hands, kneading them firmly.

“Mmm, yeah, Tay,” she groaned, then looked down at Charlize. “So, the second thing you need to know about being a slut for Tay, after being a good little cocksucker, is that he loves asses. And he doesn’t care if they’re little, like mine.”

“I particularly love your tight little white ass, Porcelain,” I smirked, giving her cheek a swat that made it jiggle a little.

“Thank you, baby,” she said, glancing over her shoulder to grin at me. Then she turned back to Charlie. “So expect him to want to feel up that butt, ‘kay?”

“Done,” Charlize chuckled.

It didn’t take long for Amelia to squat down, take my hands to brace herself, and get my cock into position to sit down on it.

“Third thing,” she grunted. “Go slower than you think you need to at first. Cause it’s feel fucking amazing but the stretch is real.”

Even after two months of near-daily fucking, it took Amelia a good three minutes to get down my cock all the way and start to feel ready for fucking. Then she started to slowly bounce, leaning forward slightly so that I could watch her meaty pussy lips stretched around my shaft and clinging as she bounced up and down.

“Charlize, honey,” I said. “Kiss Amelia, then get down there and suck on my balls.”

I could exactly see the kissing, but I could tell it was happening. And when it ended Amelia groaned. “That’s it, Charlie. Kiss down my body. Suck on my nips. Don’t forget you taste my clit on your way, too. But do it fast, cause you have a job to do. Suck on those perfect, black balls.”

“Fuck,” I grunted to myself as soon as I felt the other girl's lips on my balls again. It was so heavenly that I started to get a little lightheaded and lost track of time. Suddenly I realized that I was getting close to an orgasm, and Amelia was moaning loudly as she worked her way to one as well.

Instead of letting it ride, I grabbed Amelia’s hips and lifted her right off my cock.

“Taaay!” she whined.

“Come here,” I said, standing up. I stepped right over Charlize and hefted Amelia up over my shoulder with one arm, then offered Charlize a hand up to her feet which she took. Amelia was giggling and pounding on my back as she kicked her legs, knowing full well I could haul her around all I wanted. I went over to the bed and dropped Amelia on it, and she bounced as she landed heavily on her back and butt. I immediately pounced on her, sucking on one of her titties and taking her inch-long nipples into my mouth.

“Ooooh, shit,” Amelia groaned, and a moment later Charlize was laying on the bed on the other side of her, sucking on her other breast. I looked over at Charlie with a grin, and she looked back with the same grin in her eyes. Amelia writhed under us a bit, finding my hand and pulling it to her pussy to try and get me to finger her, but I just teased her more.

“Nooo, Taayy. Charlie! Fuck me! Someone fuck me pleeeaase,” Amelia whined. “I’m so fucking close!”

I looked over at Charlie again and gestured her up with my eyes to go shut Amelia up by kissing her, and she laughed and pulled off of the blonde’s little tit with a pop and did just that. After a moment longer of softly nibbling on Amelia’s nipple I left her boob as well, standing up on my knees and reaching over to Charlize and hooking my fingers into the waistband of her holey leggings. She was up on her knees, leaning down to make out with Amelia, which put her ass up in the air nicely for me. I pulled the leggings down over it, along with her thong, grabbed both of her cheeks and dipped my face down to give her a long lick from clit to asshole.

Charlize’s pussy was less meaty than Amelia’s, with thin lips and outer labia that flushed a soft ruddy brown a little as I teased her all over. Her ass, on the other hand, was a little stealthy juicy thing. She was maybe five inches taller than my short little blonde, and a little softer in her build which lent a jiggle to her ass and tits that I liked.

“Mmmm, fffuck, Amelia,” Charlie groaned as she gasped out of a kiss. “He’s got such a big tongue!”

“Just wait ‘till he sticks it in your ass,” Amelia laughed.

“He what?”

I did just that, pressing my tongue against the dimple of Charlize’s asshole, and she moaned and reached back, steadying herself against my shoulder.

“I don’t- Fuck! No anal,” she said.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I chuckled and kissed the inside of her buttcheek.

“I haven’t even taken him in my ass yet,” Amelia said. “I mean, it’s a fat cock.”

I went back to licking Charlize’s pussy for a bit, then sat up and wrapped my hands around her hips and lifted her over to fully straddle Amelia as they continued to make out. Then I got my hands under Amelia’s but and lifted it up off the bed to an angle that I could fuck into her, driving my cock into her hole and making her moan and squeal in pleasure.

I’d waited long enough, and now I hammered my girl hard, using her like a fleshlight as I looked down at the sexy display of her pussy lips spread around my cock, and Charlize’s ass as she waved it back and forth, teasing me while they made out.

Amelia came, her panting crystalizing into a soft scream as Charlize let her mouth free to kiss on her neck.

“Where do you want to lick my load from, Charlize?” I growled. “All over her stomach, or out of her pussy?”

“Pussy, Coach Tay,” Charlize said, looking back at me with a wild glance.

I smacked her ass with a cupped hand, making a louder clap than it was a slap. “What did you call me?” I reminded her.

“Sooorry,” she moaned, both from the spank and from Amelia getting her lips on one of Charlize’s nipples. “Tayvon. Come in her snatch, Tayvon, and I’ll eat it out of her while you fuck me from the back and ruin me with that fat black cock.”

“Creampie it is,” I grunted, and drove myself deep into Amelia as I came with a growl. Amelia moaned happily around Charlize’s tit in her mouth. I released a blast and could feel the warmth of it filling Amelia. As I pulled out of her when I was finished a dollop of cum already started leaking out of her stretched hole.

Charlize pulled her tit from Amelia’s mouth and crawled backwards down her body until she could press her lips to Amelia’s cunt, loudly slurping and she tasted my cum mixed with Ameli’s pussy juices.

Rearranging her, I got her standing just off the bed and leaning down over it, presenting her butt to me, and I rubbed the thick, slick head of my cock up and down her thin little lips.

“Already?” she asked me.

“With you two here?” I chuckled. “How could I not be?” In truth, I was about three-quarters hard, but that was enough to start wedging my cock into her. I’d be fully hard well before she was fully stretched out.

“Fuck me, Tay,” she moaned but then squealed a little as Amelia grabbed her head and pushed her face back into the pussy in front of her.

“Suck his cream filling out of me, bitch,” Amelia giggled. “You’ll get his chocolate log when he says so.”

I made eye contact with Amelia, and she beamed a very pleased smile at me and pinched both of her nipples and then stuck out her tongue playfully. ‘Fuck her, baby,’ she mouthed to me. I pursed my lips and blew her an air kiss, and she pretended to bite it out of the air, making me chuckle. I turned my attention back to the pussy about to be speared by my cock and applied some pressure.

“Thaaat’s it, Charlie,” I growled. “Feel that black cock teasing your little pink hole? Feel it pushing your lips aside and stretching you? Get ready, because it’s hungry for little white sluts.”

She laughed into Amelia’s pussy, and then moaned again as I pushed the head of my cock into her.

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“I’m gonna go out with Charlie on Thursday,” Amelia said. It had been a few days since the threesome and things had gone right back to normal with us, other than Amelia apologizing again the next morning after Charlie had left by declaring that Saturday ‘Amelia is naked all day’ day and fucking me at every opportunity. “You don’t mind if she sleeps over on a weeknight, right?”

“Of course not,” I said. “I’ll set my alarm to wake up a little early and make us all a big breakfast.”

Amelia smiled at me over her shoulder as she was folding her sweater. It was the start of March and things were starting to warm up a little, but not enough that she had to abandon her favourite style yet. She’d only been wearing a thong under the sweater while we’d watched our latest show, and had been teasing me by sliding my hand up her thigh and under the sweater as we watched the TV downstairs.

“Well, in that case, we’d better get back for an early curfew,” Amelia said as she climbed into bed and slid under the covers, pulling off her thong and shooting it at me playfully as she waited for me to join her. “So you can fuck us both good and proper before an earlier bedtime.”

“Are you sure that’s what she’s looking for?” I asked, stripping off my boxers and sliding under the covers with her. She shifted closer and our easy body language had me sliding overtop of her, cradling her delicate face between my hands as I pressed my naked body down onto hers and kissed her gently.

“Of course it is,” Amelia smirked a little. “She fucking loved the last time, and she keeps sending me GIFs of BBC porn and saying how much thicker you are than them. I think she’s writing a laundry list of positions she wants you to fuck us in.”

I snorted and shook my head, reaching between us to adjust my cock as I pressed it down and into her, and Amelia responded by hooking her legs up around my waist and moaning softly as I entered her. “If you’re sure. I wouldn’t mind if you had alone time with her if you’re actually dating her.”

“I’m dating her to go to things that you would feel uncomfortable at because of the age gap,” Amelia said. “And because you made me promise to date someone my own age. And for the extra spicy sex. So if you want me to have alone time with her, that means I’m gonna lend her my key to come here and have alone time with you. Do you want that?”

I pursed my lips. On the one hand, having surprise booty call visits from Charlize would be hot. On the other hand…

“Alright, threesome it is,” I said. “Just try to space them out a bit. I am as old as you two put together, plus three years.”

“How long were you sitting on that math?” she smirked, rubbing her hands across my muscled chest.

“Long enough,” I laughed and then kissed her deeply as we fucked in our bed.

- - - - -

When they called her name and Amelia started walking across the stage, I broke and stood up, putting my pinkies in my mouth and whistling loudly before cheering and applauding. Several of the white sets of parents and other family members around me winced at the loud, shrill whistle, and I’m sure other people were staring at me confused.

Why was the big, middle-aged black man cheering for the very white, very blonde, super petite young woman crossing the stage to get her diploma?

Amelia looked out at the crowd and beamed, blowing me a kiss before reaching the President of the North Carolina State. The red and white of the graduation gowns weren’t really her colour, but she and her friends had all done themselves up immaculately.

Thankfully, I had several of the other old Softball Team parents around as their girls were graduating as well. I cheered and stood for all of them, but Amelia was the only one I whistled for. The other parents understood - well, they understood partially. They all knew Amelia was staying with me, they all knew about the divorce and the reason why it happened and her shunning her own parents. They didn’t know about the four months of intense, frequent sex.

The ceremony, despite the excitement of celebrating Amelia and the girls, was long as fuck and a lot of us drifted to our phones during the long set of speeches. None of the girls got special awards or anything, but we were all stuck and held hostage in the name of propriety. Not that I minded so much - Charlize was next to me, using Amelia’s second guest ticket, and we chatted a bit. I had also been invited to the big ‘Softball Bitches’ group chat so I could give updates on the ceremony to those that couldn’t be present, and those out of state. They’d said that I could stay in the chat afterwards, but I’d already made it clear I would leave once the ceremony was over. I loved them all, but they needed their own space away from Coach even if I hadn’t been that for four years.

Once the ceremony finally broke, we were all free to head down and connect with our graduates. I shook hands with the other parents, congratulating them and receiving thanks in turn. Everyone, even the wives who had been scandalized by the divorce or thought it was shady that Amelia was living with me, was in a celebratory mood and thankful for my role in their daughters' lives.

No one from the team had died, dropped out, gotten pregnant, started doing porn or become a stripper. That seemed to be a major win for all the parents.

Charlie and I wandered down to the edge of the big arena that the University used for their basketball games, and which had been repurposed for Graduation. Instead of trying to push into the crowd, we posted up right at the bottom step - it would be much easier for Amelia to spot me there than it would be for us to try and find her.

A couple of the girls found us first on their way to meet with their parents. Emily gave me a big grin and a kiss on the cheek as we hugged, and Becky jumped into my arms for a big hug before scampering off up the steps to where her Mom, Denise, and older brother Hugo were waiting. Then Amelia broke through the crowd, heading for us, and I grinned harder than I think I ever had before as I stepped down and opened my arms to her.

My arms stayed open but my grin dropped when I saw the look on her face. She crashed into me, hugging me tightly, but turned us so my back was in the direction that she’d come from.

“What’s wrong, Porcelain?” I asked in concern as she squeezed me. Charlie had come in for a group hug but was also frowning at Amelia’s expression.

“They’re here. I don’t know how they’re here, but they are. I don’t want to talk to them, but I really don’t want you talking to them, Tay. I don’t want them to provoke you or something.”

I realized who she had to be talking about.

“No!” Charlie said, somewhere behind me. Time had stopped for me for a moment as I realized that, for the first time since the lawsuit, I was in the same building as the man and woman who had helped destroy my marriage. Charlize had slipped from our hug and was maybe ten paces behind me as I kept hugging Amelia protectively. “She doesn’t want to talk to you guys. Just go.”

“We have a right to see our daughter,” Todd said loudly.

“Amelia, we’re just here to congratulate you,” Emma called. “Tayvon, you can’t keep her from us.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out, trying not to flex or let Amelia know how much I was bothered.

“That’s not how Amelia choosing to be no contact with you works,” Charlie said. “She decides if she wants to talk to you. She’s an adult and makes her own choices.”

“We paid for this education, we get to be here,” Todd said. “She’s our daughter.”

That, somehow, is what broke Amelia. She pushed past me, sliding under my arm and storming towards her parents.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she shouted. A bunch of people had probably heard the louder voices before, but now a lot of people were listening in. I turned and watched as she stomped across the floor, all the way to where Charlie caught her and held her back, and Amelia thrust an accusatory finger at her parents. “I stopped being your daughter when you decided to be disgusting, horrible people who think of nothing and no one but themselves. And I wouldn’t have even cared that you were swingers and fucked whoever you wanted, but you betrayed your own best friend and seduced his wife. And you know what? I’m fully fucking aware that you paid a third of my college bills, ‘Dad,’ but I’m also aware that Tayvon put even more than that into my college fund even though he was just your ‘best friend’ whose slut wife you were fucking behind his back. He’s more of a man, and more my family, than you two ever were. I didn’t invite you here, I didn’t want you here, and I will never want to see you again. Go off and die, you evil fucking creatures, and don’t think I don’t know that you two are getting divorced now too. I don’t care. You made your fucking beds of shit and mud, now live in them without me!”

It wasn’t the entire arena that was quiet, but it was a significant portion. Easily a couple thousand people heard all of that.

Todd and Emma were both as bright red as the cloth of the graduate’s gowns, and I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment or what. I also wouldn’t find out. Amelia turned and kissed Charlie full on the mouth, and then stared daggers at her parents. “I’m bisexual, by the way. Which is ironic considering how much you used to tell me I needed to find myself a good Christian boy, Emma. Especially because I saw you in a foursome as you were pegging a guy.”

Then Amelia turned away from Charlize's arms and headed towards me. For a moment I thought Todd was going to shout something back, but three of the old Softball Team Dads walked down the stairs past me and headed towards Todd and Emma. The crowd wasn’t just random people - the crowd held people that Todd and Emma had known for years.

The Dads made space for Amelia to walk past them, and Amelia grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and away from her parents. I followed, and she led me up and out to the main concourse of the area. I tried to stop to talk to her, but she just kept pulling me so I followed. She ended up undoing a blocking line and led me up a dark set of stairs that went up to the upper bowl of the arena that hadn’t been used for the ceremony. Once we were around a corner and in the dark she stopped and turned to me.

“Amelia,” I said softly.

“No, fuck,” Amelia growled. “I don’t need comforting, Tay. I need you to fuck me.” She opened the front zipper on her red gown and showed me she was entirely naked underneath except for the new pair of strappy heels I’d bought her as part of her congratulations gift.

“Holy shit,” I said.

She smirked and, because she was up a step from me, was able to go on her tiptoes and kiss me. “I was planning on celebrating like this with you anyways,” she mumbled between kisses. “But also getting a little revenge on those assholes is a fucking win. Now get that cock out, baby, and fuck your little graduate slut.”

She gobbled my cock, getting me hard and slick, and then bent over and knelt on the stairs, pulling her gown up to reveal her perfect little ass. She still had her cap pinned to her head, the tassel bouncing as we fucked, and she started to bite the edge of her diploma folder to keep from moaning too loud before I took it from her - knowing she would want that to be in good condition - and replaced it with some of her bundled-up robe.

- - - - -

“Tay, can you come down here?” Amelia called from the kitchen.

I was up in my office, as I said I would be. Amelia was hosting the Girls Only graduation pool party that she and the others had been planning for weeks. Every softball team member from the area was down there, whether they had graduated or not, plus several of their other female friends from college. I’d gladly offered to provide catering and the local Chinese place we’d gone to as a team on several occasions had delivered trays of delicious-smelling food. Several of the team parents had chipped in to help out, and I’d gotten a few hand-written notes from the parents as well.

Profound thanks. Apologies for not being around in the last year and a half. Etc. Etc. Everyone knew about Amelia’s super public blow-up at the Graduation party. People were feeling guilty.

I didn’t care. I’d figured out who my real friends were. I put the extra cash to good use though and made sure that the BYOB party was reinforced with some extra beer and liquor. The girls were in a safe place to get absolutely sloshed if they wanted, and enough of them were light drinkers that I wasn’t worried about anyone being too drunk around the pool.

Stretching as I got up, I made my way down to the kitchen. The plan had been, since it was ‘Girls Only,’ that I would stay upstairs for most of the day. I was supposed to just come down and grab some dinner, say hello and check in that everyone was OK, before heading back up to my office. It was still at least four hours until dinnertime though, and the party could only have been running for an hour really.

“Amelia!” I said in surprise as I rounded the corner and found her stark naked, leaning against the counter.

“Hey, baby,” she grinned at me and then glanced over her shoulder. Outside there were a bunch of young women, recently graduated or not, and there was a distinctive lack of swimsuits going on.

“What…?” I started, but didn’t even know where to go with my question. “The neighbours?” I landed on.

“We pooled together cash and got all the neighbours to go out of town for the afternoon and evening. Mini-vacations at Bed and Breakfasts. No one is looking over the fences at us,” Amelia said.

“Jesus Christ,” I sighed. I’d seen more tit and ass in a minute looking out my glass door into the backyard than I had through the rest of my life.

“Unfortunately, not everyone would be cool with you joining us,” Amelia said. “So you can’t come outside. But, some of the girls want to say hello. Girls?”

Emily, Jackie and Amy came around through the other entrance to the kitchen. All of them naked.

“Ladies,” I said.

“Hey, Coach,” Jackie, a spitfire of a girl who had always been the fastest runner on the team, beamed at me. She had amazing legs and long, curly red hair.

“Ah!” Amelia said. “What did I tell you?”

“Right!” Jackie corrected herself. “Sorry. Hey, Tayvon.”

“I think we might have broken him,” Emily giggled.

Amelia came to me and grabbed my hand, lifting it to her lips and kissing my palm. “Baby, wake up,” she said. “This is real.”

“I… feel like I should head upstairs,” I said slowly.

“Good idea,” Amy smirked. “We’ll come with you.”

I looked down at Amelia, who was grinning like mad. “I ended up spilling the beans after Graduation to some of the girls,” she said. “Turns out, there’s more of them who had crushes on you back then.”

“Fuck, back then?” Emily laughed. “Try right fucking now.”

“Come on,” Amelia said. “Charlie is already upstairs. She’s got a friend who works at a sex shop and got some great deals on some toys, so you being the only cock won’t be a problem.”

Amelia tugged my hand and led me back towards the stairs. Emily skipped ahead and slipped under my other arm, grinning up at me as she put my hand on her naked ass. “I hear you’re a butt man, Tay,” she said. “Me too.”

Five twenty-one-year-olds, while a naked party was going on outside.

Yeesh.

- - - - -

“OK,” I said. “I’m ready. What’s up?”

We were sitting at the kitchen table, and Amelia had her laptop out and was wearing a pair of glasses that made her look more studious, though the glass was fake and she didn’t need them. She’d dressed in a cute, business-appropriate dress and was sitting with her hands folded on the table.

“Thank you for making the time for this,” she said, the sincerity in her voice thick. “I know it’s the middle of your business day, but I thought this was probably the best time since it’s outside of our usual schedule.”

“I’m available whenever you need me, Porcelain,” I said. “You know that.”

“I know,” she said, her facade of professionalism dropping a little. “But still.”

“Well, you’re welcome,” I nodded for her to continue.

Amelia turned her laptop around and pressed a button, and an old-school PowerPoint presentation started. The first page showed the date. June 2nd.

“Tayvon, I officially graduated one month ago,” she said. Her ceremony had been on June 2nd. “Which means we need to have a serious conversation.” She pressed the button again and a new page popped up, showing the month of May on a calendar with all of the days crossed out. “You know I love you like nothing else, and am so grateful for everything you’ve done in the past year and a half, and everything before that too. But it’s been a whole month and we’ve officially hit the point where…” she pressed the button again. “I’m freeloading.” The new page had a stock image of a thirty-something man living on his parent's couch, his parents looking on from the side in disappointment.

“Amelia-” I started, but she cut me off.

“I know, it was a joke way back in January. But it’s true. I’m not in school anymore, and I don’t have a job, and I’m just living here off of you. I’m freeloading.” She pressed the button again, and the next page showed Amelia, dressed much like she was in business attire, holding a bookbag and a printed sheet that said ‘Resume’ in way-too-big letters on the top. “The obvious answer is that I need to get a job. And my degree in Communications leads to a lot of different kinds of jobs. The problem-” another new page, showing a map of North Carolina and the surrounding states, “- is that to find the right job, I might need to move. And I don’t want to leave you.” Another page, her frowning and giving puppy eyes at a framed photo of me with a heart drawn in lipstick on the glass. She pressed the button again, and the next page had Amelia in that same outfit from before but photoshopped in front of the State University. “Another option would be going for my MBA, which would make me a student again so I wouldn’t meet our definition of freeloading.” Another page, this one with a clipart stack of cash and a big X through it. “But that’s expensive, and even if you were willing to pay for it I would feel super guilty to let you do that more than you already have.”

“You know I would, though,” I said.

She smiled softly at me. “I know,” she nodded. “But I can’t let you.”

Amelia put her finger on the button again but didn’t press it as she hesitated for a long moment. “There’s a third option though. One that would mean me staying here, and not being a freeloader. But… you might think it’s drastic.”

“Porcelain, honey, hesitating isn’t selling me harder,” I said.

She pressed the button. The next slide had a stock photo of a wedding going on in a chapel, with an interracial couple at the altar.

“We could get married,” she said, and rushed on. “And I know, it’s a lot. And it’s not what we agreed to when I seduced you. I’m supposed to be open to people my own age and all that. But all of the things that applied to us having sex have only grown more and more in the last five months, and they apply to us being together in an official relationship. I love you, Tay. And you love me. That’s obvious. You make me the happiest woman in the world, and I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job of keeping you happy too. Especially since I’ve been testing the waters this last month and have been doing more traditional wifey stuff around the house.”

“So that’s what that was,” I smirked a little, thinking of the extra chores she’d been doing, and she smiled sweetly.

“And I know what you’re going to say,” Amelia said. She pressed the button and the next page had a picture of an older man with a younger woman, and was titled ‘Age Gap.’ “I don’t care about this at all, and I think I’ve proven it. And with the whole ‘dating Charlie’ thing I’m not missing out on fun stuff people my age would do that you wouldn’t want to, and I wouldn’t want to do the stuff that ‘wild single ladies’ do anyways because you always taught me to respect myself more than that. And on your end, you get the benefits of my youth and you know I can hang out with you, Marcus, Sonya and Paulette just fine without putting my foot in my mouth or acting like a fish out of water. Plus, as your wife, I would want to dedicate part of my time to making sure I keep you healthy and fit, so even when you’re sixty-five and I’m forty-one, you’ll be the healthiest, sexiest sixty-five-year-old silver fox ever and I’ll keep wanting your cock until you’re a hundred and six and both of our hips would break if we had ridiculous old person sex.”

She pressed the button again, not letting me speak.

“The next obvious argument is Social Stigma,” she said, which was the title of the next slide. It showed a stock photo of three people in an office gossiping and looking at someone else across the room. Then a big X appeared over it. “Which doesn’t apply. Sonya and Paulette will have questions, but I’ve become friends with them and if I sit down and tell them myself and explain things they’ll accept it. And Marcus will just be a little jealous. And all my best friends love you anyways and will be thrilled for us. Anyone else can suck eggs and fuck right off.”

She went to the next page, with ‘FOMO’ on it in big letters. “And if you’re worrying I’m throwing away my life on this relationship, you’re wrong. You’re everything I want. I have FOMO about not being with you.” Another page, with a stack of money again. “And lastly, if we’re together then my whole goal will be to make sure that your home life is as easy and enjoyable as possible for you. That’s proven to raise productivity in work results, so even though you’re doing great now, I’ll be there with you every step of the way so you can take every risk you want. And when I mean easy and enjoyable, I also mean providing you a family if that’s what we want. You were great with me all my life, and you deserve to be a father now if you want and I’d be happy to do that with you. Or maybe you don’t want to deal with a baby or little kids, and we can get into coaching some new softball team and dedicate our lives to helping teens like you did with me and the girls. That would be OK with me too.”

She pressed another button, and the Altar scene came up again. “My preference is option three,” she said. “But I know this is a big decision, and I’m springing it on you without talking about it before. I just want you to take your time before deciding, Tay, because whatever you want I’ll go with. If you’re really against being with me long-term, it’ll hurt a hell of a lot but I’ll understand and forgive you.”

She ended abruptly, her fingers pressed flat to the table to keep from fidgeting and her eyes welling up a little as she tried to control her emotions. Her lip quivered once and stilled as she gritted her teeth, waiting for my response.

I breathed in deeply a few times, trying to keep my composure, and then sighed. “Four years of a communication degree and PowerPoint was the fanciest presentation you could put together?”

She cracked a smile and chuckled. “I figured I would play to my audience and you would appreciate it, old man.”

That made me smile and laugh, nodding. I stood up and went around the table to her, and kissed her on the forehead. “Wait here a minute,” I told her.

“You can have more than a minute,” she said. “Hours, days. This is big, I know.”

“Just give me a minute, Porcelain,” I said and left her in the kitchen.

When I came back, she was in the same spot though she’d shut her laptop.

“Thought the altar scene was a little manipulative?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she flushed. Then her eyes got big as I went to one knee next to her and brought out the little box from behind my back and opened it.

“It’s my mother's ring,” I said. “She died about five years ago - well, you know that since you came to the funeral to support me. But this was, mostly, her ring. The idea at the time was that I’d eventually get the stones added to Jane’s for an anniversary, but I never could bring myself to do it. Two weeks ago I got it sized and added some more stones. Her original diamond is this one here, and her mother’s diamond is this one here,” I pointed them out. “This central one is new, for you, and I added the two small sapphires because I know you wear blue because you like the way I look at you in it, and it makes you think of the ocean.”

Her jaw dropped low as she looked at the ring, and I took it out of the box and I slid it onto her ring finger.

“Yes, Amelia,” I said. “I’ll marry you.”

- - - - -

My balls ached something fierce, and I groaned as Amelia hummed a laugh as she sucked me hard.

“Baby, I don’t know if- Never mind, there it is,” I said as I got hard.

“I knew you could handle it,” Amelia chuckled, then gathered up the white skirts of her wedding dress and pulled them up to her waist, exposing her legs and her white lingerie panties. She pulled the gusset of those panties aside, straddled me on the back seat of the limousine, and sat on my cock. She felt extra tight for some reason. “Fuuuuck yes, hubby,” she moaned into my ear as she slowly sank down.

‘Wifey,” I grinned back at her and kissed her.

“And you thought I couldn’t get you hard,” she teased.

“Amelia, you had six different bridesmaids all track me down today and suck a load out of me,” I said. “Charlie broke into my room at the hotel at 5:45 in the morning to kick things off. I still don’t know how she got the key.”

My wife giggled and kissed me again. “And each of them had a very fun time getting your delicious cum out of that fat, black cock,” she said. “None of them tried to fuck you?”

“A couple of them talked very dirty, but no,” I said.

“Good,” she nodded. “Not that I’d be mad, but the deal was they couldn’t be in the post-wedding reverse gangbang if they fucked you today.”

“The what?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “That’s tomorrow. All the girls are coming over and you’re getting fucked silly.”

“What if I wanted to spend the day after my wedding with my wife?” I asked.

“Oh, we have all the time in the world, hubby,” she said with another grin. “And we’ll have a week on the honeymoon all to ourselves.”

“Our honeymoon is two weeks,” I reminded her.

“Oh, I know,” she said. “But Lauren and her wife just happened to book the same resort as us for their vacation. And her wife has never tried dick before but wants to.”

I groaned and she writhed her hips on my cock.

“By the way,” Amelia whispered in my ear. “Becky is seeing that guy, which is why she hasn’t drifted through our bed yet, but did you see how hot her Mom looked in that dress during the service? And Becky says she heard her moaning your name from inside her bedroom a couple of nights. Think you want to hook up with a MILF before you make me a MILF?”

“Amelia, honey, we’re almost at the reception,” I groaned, glancing out the window of the limousine.

“That wasn’t a no,” she smirked and kissed me again. Then she reached over and pressed the little intercom button up to the driver in the front. “Circle the block a couple of times, please?”

“Will do,” replied the driver.

“There,” Amelia said. “Now we have time for you to pump your seventh load of the day into me.” She took my hands and slid them under her dress and back to her ass, then further to get my fingers into the crack.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked.

She grinned and nodded. “I’ve been prepping all month,” she said. “Bigger and bigger buttplugs. This one is a shiny silver to match the rest of my jewellery for you. You’re taking my anal virginity on our wedding night. Hubby.”

I squeezed those perfect, tight little cheeks of hers and kissed her again, and we fucked quickly and I came inside her cunt. And as we both panted lightly, our lips meeting softly in little loving pecks, she looked into my eyes and I could tell that my Porcelain was very, very happy. Then she leaned in, hugging me, and pressed her lips to my ear.

“When we get back from the honeymoon, I’m pulling my pills,” she said. “And then you can breed me for real.”

“Amelia,” I said, taking her by her arms and getting her back a bit so that we were looking at each other.

“Yes, my sweet, wonderful husband?” she asked.

“I can’t wait to breed my wife with my fat, black cock.”

She cracked a grin and reached over to the intercom again. “Go around a few more times!”