This is a true also cheeting story

My Life With Paul Part 3 more accurately remembered

Thankyou for the nice new friend on here editing my story.

I had all sorts of dreams that night. I just had a memory of them when I woke up. For me, my dreams seem to evaporate after I wake up. I knew they had to do with sex though.

I went for breakfast early. I wasn't down there long before Mom came down. She looked as vigorous as ever. She was wearing a long housecoat. She has a few of the same kind of housecoats. I see her very seldom in anything else but housecoats unless she goes to town to preach at the gym. At those times she wears a dress down to her knees with long sleeves. I remember Dad saying she never bought fancy dresses or jewelry because she believed such luxuries were a waste of money. She didn't believe in wasting money. Now I know she didn't even wear panties or bra.

I wondered how she kept tampons on since she didn't wear panties but then she was almost pregnant every year. So maybe she didn't have periods. That got me thinking. None of the guys last night had been safe like Paul had been. What if one of them got me pregnant last night? What would I do? But I guessed if they did it was a little late to worry about it now. I just had to hope they didn't.

When I had gotten up, I decided I would go without panties and bra myself.

“Good morning, Mom.” I greeted Mom when I entered the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. “How are you feeling? I thought you would have been in bed when I got home but Dad told me you praised over another dozen black boys last night.”

“Your dad is right, honey. Word is all over the place about my work with black thugs. Sit down, Marrie,” Mom said.

I poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from Mom at the table. I tried not to look at Mom in the face because inside I felt so ashamed of myself. I had behaved like a real slut the night before with the four white boys that saw me in the park. It was one thing giving into Paul. After all, Paul and I were engaged and he hadn't shot his load into my pussy.

I didn't know what to say to her without lying to her. I didn't like to lie usually, but within the last day lying, it seemed, had become second nature to me. Lying to dad about going to church service with my boyfriend Paul to begin with. Actually he and I went to the park and had our first sex. Very unfulfilled sex, for me that is. I don't know about him since I hadn't talked to him since having our first sex. Actually, I was afraid to see him after meeting up with the four hot young good-looking boys in the park.

After the way Anthony, Tom, Jason and Ryan had fucked me, I had second thoughts of even marrying Paul. I don't think I could ever be satisfied with him. If I did get married, I would want a dominant man to marry me that would fuck me hard. Paul definitely didn't have that kind of personality.

“Look at me, Marrie,” Mom said. “There is something different about you this morning. I promise not to tell your dad, but did you have sex with Paul?”

I swallowed hard. Without thinking I answered, “How did you know, Mom?”

“A mother can tell, Marrie,” Mom said. “He's a good man and he will make you a good husband just like your dad has made me a good husband. You relax and have a good breakfast before school. I suppose you will be going to the school dance tonight as the chaperone. Will you be coming home before the dance or stay and eat at school before the dance?”

“Stay at school. I'm going to be home late from the dance. Paul wants to go over some stuff about the wedding. Okay Mom,” I said.

Then I heard a loud knock at the back door beside the kitchen. “Must be more black hoodlums for you to redeem, Mom,” I said. “I wish I were more like you, Mom. So good and helping those black hoodlums like you do. I don't know any woman that would take on what you do, Mom. They look so tough, muscular, aggressive and full of anger when they get here. I see how they change when they leave.”

“I do my best, Marrie,” Mom said, pulling her housecoat around her and walking to the door. “Hello boys. Come in. You’re back again, Tony. I can never seem to get that evil seed out of you totally.”

“Fuck off, bitch. You'll get my evil seed and my new friends as well. They’re friends of mine visiting from out of town and they sure need your redemption. I told them all about you, slut. Right, guys?” Tony said.

Tony walked right in wearing his tight jeans, no t-shirt or shoes. Behind him, more black muscular boys around sixteen to eighteen followed him in. There had to be at least a dozen and a half. “You didn't tell us there were two sluts to take our evil seed Tony,” said a boy, at least 6’2”, dark brown with bare chest that was covered with sweat making his muscular chest and stomach gleam in the sunlight from the open door.

“No, she is my daughter,” my mom said. “I am the one that will conduct the service of taking the badness from you boys.”

“She's going to take us all on?” another boy behind Tony asked.

“Yes, she is and, believe me, she knows what she's doing,” Tony said.

Then I heard one of the tough boys about eighteen whispering to Tony. I don’t think he meant to whisper so loudly but I heard him. “Talk about a dumb family, Tony. Where did you find them again?” he whispered.

“Shhhhhh, Terry. Don't spoil a good thing,” Tony turned his head and said to Terry.

I looked over at Mom. She had this strange worried, or was it a concerned, look on her face.

I suddenly turned my head and looked at Tony to see what his reaction was to Mom's worried or concerned look on her face. I was shocked to see him grabbing his crotch as if in some kind of pain. Then he said, “Come on bitch. Let's stop wasting time. My fucking balls feel like they’re going to explode any second.”

“Okay,” Mom suddenly said, as if recovering from whatever had worried her or what she had been concerned about. “Those balls of fire in your brain do have to be repented, Tony,” Mom said, smiling, and she even licked her dry lips.

“Yea, my balls are about to explode too,” Terry said, standing just behind Tony.”

“Let's face it, Tony,” another masculine boy at least six foot two said on the other side of Tony said. “All our balls are ready to explode, so let’s get to that redemption shit.”

“That's right, boys, just follow me downstairs. I see I have a lot of sinful lust to take care of today. Let's get going. I want to get to town later this afternoon. I have a big congregation of adult black men coming in today. As you boys put it, I am sure their balls will be ready to explode by the time I get there. Actually, it is the fire of brimstone in those balls that need to be taken care of. Our city basketball team after the game always needs to be relieved of their badness after their aggressive game. Plus their coach recommended I also take care of the visiting team. The visiting team coach said he was impressed by another team I relieved of their badness. It is amazing teams from all across the continent have been learning about my dedication to rid black hoodlum muscular tough men of their badness.”

“Let's just get going, slut. Take care of those guys later. I want you to take care of me and my boys right now, bitch. You don't hurry up and get us downstairs, bitch, I'll give you my fucking bad seed right here. I’ve had enough of this crap. We need to get off,” Tony said.

“Sorry, Marrie, what you have to hear from these hoodlums when they arrive, but you are used to it. In just a few hours the boys will be leaving, relieved of their bad seed and leave with smiles and contentment on their faces,” Mom said, smiling at me.

“Yes, Mom. I am used to them, Mom,” I said, ready to finish eating my breakfast. “I probably won't see you until tomorrow. Have a good day.”

“Okay,” Mom answered as she led the black muscular hoodlums through the kitchen to the basement door. They all followed her. The last one was just about to close the basement door behind him when I think I heard him say something. “Fuck I need to fuck that bitch hard in the worse way.” But it had to be my imagination. Mom wasn’t into that stuff, I said to myself.

Should I waite up for my brother's mom.” I asked still eating.

You can take your younger brothers but your two older brothers and some of your younger brothers have been acting up. Don't remember they are our sons but they are also black. It is time they needed some good redeption before they turn wild like the hoodlums that come around. So most of your brothers will be staying home with me Barbie.

I finished breakfast and headed to school. At school things pretty much went as unusual altough at break I went out for a breath of fresh air and found Jason, Tom, Anthony and Ryan smoking. I was startled to see them there and didn't know how to react. I guess they were so busy talking to each other that, they didn't see me. So I decided, since they had all been nude in front of me and had pushed their cocks in me, why should I be shy now. So I walked up to them and said, “Hi guys.”

“Holy shit, it’s the slut we fucked last night in the park,” Ryan said. “Never saw you around here before.”

“I come here everyday. How come I never saw you guys before?” I asked. “Well, except last night.”

“That's because we’re not from around here,” Jason said. “My Uncle Bob let us stay at his place for a couple of days. Uncle Bob is the coach for our basketball team and they’re playing your city tomorrow.

“You’re still meeting us after the dance, aren't you?” Anthony asked.

“Yes I am,” I answered. I got to get back to class now, though. “Meet me by the gym door around nine. That's what time the dance is over.”

I was about to turn around and go around the corner and head back to the school when I looked down at Ryan's crotch. I looked up into his face. He must have seen me look at his crotch. He looked around, then at me. How much time have you got, bitch? Enough time to blow us all? Fuck, I don’t know about my buddies, but I could go for one right now,” Ryan whispered.

I looked around at Anthony, Tom and Jason and saw the big smiles on their faces. All of them were undoing their pants and pulling their zippers down. I didn't need another invitation as I unzipped the side of my one-piece dress and let the top fall to my waist as my breasts opened to the fresh air. I pulled Ryan's jeans down to his knees along with his white underwear. His big cock leaped out and I wrapped my mouth around it. I felt my other hand pulling my dress up to my waist and my fingers began messaging my clit at the same time.

“Oh shit, suck me bitch. Suck that dick, bitch. I sure didn't expect this. But it’s great. Suck me, bitch.” Ryan was moaning. I looked up and saw his eyes closed, his head tossed back. “Suck me slut.” He had my head in both his hands and ramming that cock down my throat fast and hard. His big balls were drawn up and slapping my bottom lip. I looked around from my kneeling position at the other three hot boys stroking their big cocks. I knew I'd soon be sucking their cocks as well.

“Oh yes, cumming. Oh fuck yes.”

I could feel Jason’s cock expanding even more in my throat and knew he was shooting his load. He pulled out of my mouth suddenly as a large plop of cum hit my left cheek, and then he pushed it back into my open mouth, allowing me to taste that delicious cum.

“Hurry up, me next,” Anthony said. He had his hard throbbing Italian cock ready for my mouth. I didn't have to be asked twice as I opened my mouth. Anthony grabbed a hold of my head like Jason had and pushed his thick cock down my throat. “Fuck yes,” he moaned and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I reached another sizzling orgasm myself, massaging my hot clit. A couple more times Anthony rammed his big cock down my throat and I could see him on his tip toes and his cock thickened in my throat and I knew he was cumming. He pulled out of my mouth and shot across my face.

Anthony stepped to one side and Tom stepped in front of me. I didn't have to be asked to open my mouth as I wrapped my lips around it and swallowed down to his balls. Fuck, he must have been really worked up because he started shooting right away. He pulled back and shot the rest on my face, joining his friends’, Anthony and Jason's, cum on my face.

Last but not least, Ryan moved to me and I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock down my throat, holding my head in each of his big hands. He plowed my mouth for a good five minutes before shooting his big load down my throat and pulled out and marked his bitch by letting the rest of his load splash on my face. That is what he said anyway. “There you are, slut, see you tonight after the school dance. Now you are marked for the day. Lick it off with your tongue, but don't use any water to clean it off.”

Anthony, Ryan, Tom and Jason pulled their jeans up, did them up, and walked away. I didn’t move until they were gone. Then I pulled my dress up and zipped up and let dress fall down past my knees. I went back in school ready to finish the rest of my day at school. I was an A-1 student. At only fifteen, I could pass for eighteen with the right makeup, but the boys seemed to like their own form of makeup. I knew the cum was drying on my face.

I went back into the school to go to my next class. My teacher said, after we were sitting down, “Barbara, when you blow your nose, do not get it all over your face. Wipe it off.”

I took a mirror out of my purse and saw the white, dried stuff on my face. Actually it could have passed for dried snot, but of coarse it wasn't. It was dry cum from Anthony, Ryan, Tom and Jason shooting the last of their cum on my face. By then half the class was laughing at me. But in my head I had the last laugh on them. The class still thought of me as the virgin in the class.

I went back inside for an uneventful afternoon. After school, I went to the cafeteria and had supper. I was not much one to socialize with others at school so I went to the library to read until the school dance. I have to admit, though, all day I was looking at the hot looking boys at school with an entirely different light. I tried not to make it obvious but I did look the boys up and down and at their crotches, especially all the athletic boys. I even began looking at all the black boys up and down and wondered what their cocks must look like. Yes, I had seen probably hundreds of black boys over the years enter our house in need of Mom’s preaching in the basement. Other than that, I didn't know any black men personally. I saw many black hoodlums in the halls that had been to our house late at night. Most of them hung out together and played hooky. I knew I didn't have what Mom had to tame those hoodlums and stayed away from them. So I never knew what they thought of me. Even though I was intrigued, I still thought I would keep my distance.

I noticed the time and knew the dance would be starting soon so headed for the school gym. I got to the dance and stood by the front of the bleachers. Already a few of the boys and girls had entered the gym. The boys sat on one side and the girls on the other. To the far side sat a bunch of black boys. I could tell they looked like trouble. I decided to ignore them. Probably later they would be coming to visit mom. I know she would have her work cut out with those hoodlums. I just hoped until then they wouldn't cause any trouble at the dance.

I wasn't really surprised not to see the four hot boys that had fucked me the night before there. I didn't think a school dance would be their kind of place. The dance went pretty well. I didn't go around the other chaperones very much and they moved through the students. They were mostly older than me. Around 8:30 the dance was wrapping up and soon the dance would be over. The students began to leave. I went over and helped the chaperones to clean up after the dance. It was about ten to nine when everything was wrapped up. I went to the washroom to look at myself. I remembered Ryan, Tom, Anthony and Jason’s requested I didn't wear panties or bra when I met them outside the gym. But then I had put them in my purse earlier when I had sucked them behind the school. I didn't want to take my purse with me so I went to the woman’s locker room and put my things in my locker.

End of Part 3 Improved. Thanks to my friend for editing my story.