They quietly watched as Lisa moved around the room,holding the baby to her ample breast as it nursed. Everyone knew that as soon as the baby was asleep,Lisa would immediately turn her attention to pleasing every one of them. More than one of the guys indicated that they would like to do as the baby was doing,to which Lisa nodded her approval. I wondered if they knew that Lisa had an adult nursing relationship with a black sergeant until he left,and that she had enjoyed it. As it happened,none of the several who tasted her breast milk liked it as much as that one had.
It was cold outside,and Lisa had gone to the bedroom to get out of her winter clothes as soon as we had gotten home. She had emerged from the bedroom wearing a short robe tied loosely at her waist,the top half open for the baby's convenience and the men's enjoyment,along with her colorful Winter in Germany knee socks.
Five guys who we'd just happened to see when we were coming out of the commissary had come home with us,and a sixth had gone to the barracks to fetch another homie who he knew wouldn't want to miss the event that had been suggested and promptly agreed to. Seven young men were there to take Lisa,all of them black,of course.
In retrospect,both Lisa and I were still naive in our understanding about the interracial aspect of her sex at that point in time. I'll admit that I knew Lisa had a special thing for black guys,and I was turned on by it. But,we both thought it was simply because the men who had been there for her when I went for my training had been black. She had just gone with the flow,doing what was natural and enjoyable. Later,after we left Georgia,Lisa gravitated to black men,because she had become intimately familiar and comfortable with black men. It was just easier for her with black men,and for whatever reasons,black men seemed to like her better than other men did too.
In reality,Curtis had trained Lisa specifically for multiple black men. The constant,every day and night fucking she got from the black guys in Georgia raised Lisa's sexual expectations to a level that few people can relate to. It has taken a long time for Lisa to acknowledge that the numbers do matter. She playfully talks in terms of "Any number of black men." Any number meaning a few or a lot? "Sometimes",she says. OK,I think I understand. ????????
As the baby drifted off to sleep,Lisa teased the men,nudging them with her hips and brushing her legs on theirs,inviting their touches,eventually allowing her robe to fall completely open,revealing that she was totally naked except for her robe and knee socks. There were some alarming expressions,indicating that some hands were still cold,but all were confident that contact with Lisa's hot body was the best way to warm them. She agreed and was cooperative as usual.
I knew when the moment came for me to do my part. Lisa's expression was turning to pure lust as she stood before one man who sat on the couch,one of his dark hands squeezing her bare ass cheek,the fingers of his other hand finding their way between the moist folds of her vulva and into the wetness of her vagina. I reached for the baby that had loosened the grip on one of Lisa's nipples,just before the guy who stood behind her moved his hands to her tits,cupping them both in his palms and gently squeezing both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I could hear Lisa's breathing and the first of her purring as I took the baby,clearing the way for what everyone wanted.
The sexual tension in the room was palpable. None of the undressing had started,except Lisa's. The men who weren't touching her were watching,some of them grasping their cocks in anticipation of their imminent opportunity for gratification. I saw Lisa scan the group of men and smile naughtily before turning her attention to the man whose mouth contacted hers to begin a long,hot kiss as hands became ever warmer,an early benefit of contact with her naked body.
True to her training,Curt's coaching,Lisa's actions were and are submissive,but suggestive in the sense that there's virtually always a natural sequence in the way events happen. It sounds contradictory to say that she's often in control while being submissive,but it's the only way I know to describe what I've seen.
It was cold outside,and Lisa had gone to the bedroom to get out of her winter clothes as soon as we had gotten home. She had emerged from the bedroom wearing a short robe tied loosely at her waist,the top half open for the baby's convenience and the men's enjoyment,along with her colorful Winter in Germany knee socks.
Five guys who we'd just happened to see when we were coming out of the commissary had come home with us,and a sixth had gone to the barracks to fetch another homie who he knew wouldn't want to miss the event that had been suggested and promptly agreed to. Seven young men were there to take Lisa,all of them black,of course.
In retrospect,both Lisa and I were still naive in our understanding about the interracial aspect of her sex at that point in time. I'll admit that I knew Lisa had a special thing for black guys,and I was turned on by it. But,we both thought it was simply because the men who had been there for her when I went for my training had been black. She had just gone with the flow,doing what was natural and enjoyable. Later,after we left Georgia,Lisa gravitated to black men,because she had become intimately familiar and comfortable with black men. It was just easier for her with black men,and for whatever reasons,black men seemed to like her better than other men did too.
In reality,Curtis had trained Lisa specifically for multiple black men. The constant,every day and night fucking she got from the black guys in Georgia raised Lisa's sexual expectations to a level that few people can relate to. It has taken a long time for Lisa to acknowledge that the numbers do matter. She playfully talks in terms of "Any number of black men." Any number meaning a few or a lot? "Sometimes",she says. OK,I think I understand. ????????
As the baby drifted off to sleep,Lisa teased the men,nudging them with her hips and brushing her legs on theirs,inviting their touches,eventually allowing her robe to fall completely open,revealing that she was totally naked except for her robe and knee socks. There were some alarming expressions,indicating that some hands were still cold,but all were confident that contact with Lisa's hot body was the best way to warm them. She agreed and was cooperative as usual.
I knew when the moment came for me to do my part. Lisa's expression was turning to pure lust as she stood before one man who sat on the couch,one of his dark hands squeezing her bare ass cheek,the fingers of his other hand finding their way between the moist folds of her vulva and into the wetness of her vagina. I reached for the baby that had loosened the grip on one of Lisa's nipples,just before the guy who stood behind her moved his hands to her tits,cupping them both in his palms and gently squeezing both her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I could hear Lisa's breathing and the first of her purring as I took the baby,clearing the way for what everyone wanted.
The sexual tension in the room was palpable. None of the undressing had started,except Lisa's. The men who weren't touching her were watching,some of them grasping their cocks in anticipation of their imminent opportunity for gratification. I saw Lisa scan the group of men and smile naughtily before turning her attention to the man whose mouth contacted hers to begin a long,hot kiss as hands became ever warmer,an early benefit of contact with her naked body.
True to her training,Curt's coaching,Lisa's actions were and are submissive,but suggestive in the sense that there's virtually always a natural sequence in the way events happen. It sounds contradictory to say that she's often in control while being submissive,but it's the only way I know to describe what I've seen.
