AVON CALLING 

Part 4      Stardog Champion


Deloris Franklin's first reaction, as she hesitantly sized up the pale
and petite frame sleeping on the sofa, was that it must have been one of
the girls that either of her two sons had brought home. Deloris knew
that both Sterling and Rahim were rather popular with the young ladies
of the neighborhood and there had been several occassions when they
would bring girls home while she was at work and do what teenagers do
when no one else is home.

This was the first time, however, that she had stumbled in to find one
of those girls totally asleep, in broad daylight, while no one else was
home. On top of that, Deloris got a clear sense that this particular
girl wasn't from the neighborhood either, since a body as white as the
one on the couch, would have long ago caught her attention in her
travels around the projects.

Looking at the discarded cigarette butts and empty cans of Malt Liquor
that littered the apartment, it didn't take long for Deloris to put the
puzzle pieces together, and figure out that her two boys, along with
several of their friends, had enjoyed quite a party while she was at
work.

More upset about the mess the kids had left than she was about what they
had done sexually while she was gone, Deloris had long ago accepted that
she couldn't control the actions of her sons. Now that Sterling and
Rahim were both adults, Deloris knew she had no sway any longer over
their decisions or actions. They helped out with rent when they could,
but other than that, they went about their own buusiness. Deloris simply
hated coming home after a long day of babysitting employees at the
resteruant and having to clean up after her sons' indiscressions.

The first order of business, Deloris decided, was to get the naked white
girl sleeping on the couch up, dressed, and then send her on her way.
Hearing the raspy sounds of contended sleep coming from the sofa,
Deloris turned and slowly started walking over to carefully tap the
stranger on the shoulder.

Before Deloris could take two steps closer to the couch, a familiar
scent bristled inside her nose. Stopping for a moment so she could place
the smell, when she looked down to her right, Deloris instantly saw the
bag of Avon merchandise that she had ordered a week earlier. Quickly
darting her sightlines back to the woman laying naked and face down on
the sofa, Deloris's heart stopped when she recongnized Ida's short and
curly blonde hair.

"Oh my...Oh my..," Deloris gasped, putting her hand to her mouth, trying
to find her breath.

Tettering in place for several moments, trying to decide whether to go
and help her friend or to stand her ground and convince herself that it
was a eerie nightmare, Deloris Franklin inched closer to determine if
what she was seeing was, in fact, real.

The closer she got, the more of the telltale signs of what had happened
to Ida became clear. Deloris wretched from the drying mlky white stains
that dotted her entire sofa, unable to stop herself from picturing how
they got there. As Deloris looked even closer, she could see the imprint
of several fingerprints and small bruising all over the backside of
Ida's body and when her eyes focused on the gaping, cumfilled target of
the Avon Woman's rectum, the black woman's legs felt as if they had
turned to mush. 

"Dear God..what have they done to her?" Deloris cringed with strange
fascination.

Kicking two of the discarded Bull cans out of the way accidentally, the
loud empty rattle of the cans brushing across the floor caused the naked
woman on the sofa to stir slightly. Frozen momentarily, Deloris suddenly
felt as if she were a burgler in her own home as she waited for Ida to
lift her head and open her eyes.

As Ida's face slowly became apparent, Deloris found herself mesmerized
by how the usually flawless looking woman now lay in tatters. Deloris's
eyes widened seeing the black snakelike trails of mascara that had
dripped down Ida's face and she felt her own skin crawl when she saw the
sexually explicit remnants of lust that the boys had left her with,
completly coating her facial features and upper chest.

When Ida's glassy eyes met hers, Deloris felt as if her blood had froze
in her veins.

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The whirlwind of what Ida Morgan had just been through had left each of
her senses dulled. When she heard the distant rattle of the aluminum can
that Deloris had kicked scatter across the floor, Ida was awakened from
her brief sleep. Her first reaction was that the kids had returned and
were preparing to take even more from her eventhough she was sure she
had nothing left to give.

Struggling to get her eyes open, a fate worse than death was awaiting
Ida when she saw who was actually standing above her.

When the hazy image of Deloris Franklin filled her shaky optic nerve,
Ida simply dropped her head back down, in shame, against the sofa
cushions.  

Several moments later, when Deloris's warm hands gently came to rest on
Ida's naked back, the older white woman turned to stone from the
spontanious touch.

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Ida's first reaction when she felt the weight of Deloris Franklin's arms
on her bare back was to wince, then freeze. Her muscles and nerve
endings were so sore from the sexual gauntlet she had just been put
through that any random gust of wind would have caused her body flinch.

"SSHHH....Ida..is everything all right...SSHHHH..It's gonna be OK, "
Deloris soothingly sighed, patting Ida reassuringly between the shoulder
blades.

Deloris came within a breath of asking Ida what had happened, but
looking once again around the room, the answer to that question was
rather evident.

"Can I get you some water, Ida?" Deloris offered, like a nurse at Ida's
side.

"..Please...," Ida muttered, her mouth still pressed firmly against the
sofa cushions.

"OK," Deloris quickly replied, noticing the pile of Ida's clothes
messily strewn to her left. "We're gonna get you up..and then we're
gonna get you dressed..OK?"

Watching the way Ida's head, ever so slightly, rocked up and down,
Deloris knew the older white woman had heard her offer and was agreeing
with it. Helping Ida lift her weight up, when Deloris had finally helped
Ida support herself on own her elbows, she got her first close up look
at the sexual residue that covered Ida's entire upper body. 

Deloris guessed that there must have been upwards of a half dozen guys
responsbile for the shape Ida was now in from comparing the amount of
empty malt liquor cans laying around as well as the pyhsical evidence
drying on Ida's pale white skin. "And she took them all," Deloris said
to herself incrediously.

"Tell you what Ida......," Deloris softly muttered out loud to her rich,
white friend," the bathroom is right down the hall..How about letting me
help you get straightened up a little bit before you go home..how about
that?"

Sitting down on the edge of the sofa to balance herself, right beside
Ida's head, Deloris wrapped each of her hands around the tight muscles
of Ida's shoulders, to give the fallen Avon Lady all the support she
could. Deloris then watched as Ida's body swung like a pendulum up from
the sofa, until her bare feet landed gingerly on the floor.

"OH...MY," Deloris gasped out loud, as Ida sat up, surveying the full
brunt of the sexual pilaging she had been put through.

Feeling a deep, gnawing sense of pity for the naked older woman, Deloris
found it hard to look into Ida's glazed eyes knowing her sons were
partially responsible for the state she was in.

Taking Ida by the arms, Deloris leaned in and hugged the haggard looking
woman tightly, telling her that it was going to be "OK".

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Hesitant at first over Deloris's sympathethic embrace, when Ida realized
it was one woman's way of reaching out to her, to comfort her in a time
of severe weakness, she soon melted against the black woman's reassuring
grip.

Starting to sob, Ida felt as if she were, somehow, a small child in the
arms of the woman who was 20 years her junior.

"Shh...shhh," Deloris soothingly whispered, once again, into Ida's
reddened ear. "Its gonna be all right."

Ida suddenly found herself locked against Deloris's comforting bosom and
when the black woman's thick, voluptuous body raised up from the sofa,
Ida felt an inherant need to stand up with her.

As Ida stood up, she felt an instinctive desire to use her arms and
hands to cover her nakedness as Deloris gradually led her down the hall,
to the bathroom.

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The short walk from Deloris Franklin's couch, to the bathroom, seemed to
take an eternity. By the time Deloris had spread a clean towel on the
edge of the tub for Ida to sit on, the dishevled older woman felt as if
she were floating in a perilous, alter universe.

"Come on Ida....sit down," Deloris offered softly.

Taking a seat demurly on the side of the tub, Ida flinched slightly from
the sound of Deloris turning on the bathwater. Steadily regaining her
bearings, Ida'e eyes slowly grew accustomed to the bright illuminescense
of the room and when Deloris grabbed a heavy towel from the closet and
wrapped it around the older woman's shivering body, Ida couldn't help
but feel her insides quiver from a long since forgotten feeling of
childhood comfort and safety.

Watching as a still fully clothed Deloris extended her hand into the
rising tide of warm water inside the tub, rotating it back and forth to
make sure the temperature was just right, Ida's insides started to fizz
with a strange sense of excitement when she saw the younger black woman
reach for a clean washcloth.

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In a strange way, the intimacy that had been so lacking in the sexual
deluge the boys from the neighborhood had put her through earlier, was
now coming through in the surreal sponge bath Ida was getting from the
Mother of two of those boys.

The butterflies inside Ida's stomach crashed together like blind rats on
crack as she allowed Deloris to wash away the nasty remnants of her
afternoon debauchery.

Starting with her face, Ida felt Deloris wipe the wash rag softly across
her chin and cheeks before dropping it into the tub to rinse out so she
could repeat the process over and over until Ida's skin was clean and
smooth once again.

>From Ida's head, Deloris worked her way gently down to Ida's neck and
shoulders before finally cleansing the mess that was crusting across
Ida's nervously heaving chest.

"My boys did this to you?" Deloris asked cryptically, breaking the eerie
silence in the closed up room.

"...Yes," Ida finally replied. "Them.....and a few of their friends I
guess."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Deloris matter of factly added as she
continued her peaceful and serene chore of cleaning Ida up. "They are
both very difficult to control..trust me I've tried...if they see
something they want..they just take it...I know just how you're feeling
right now, Ida."

Ida's senses were so dazed and disjointed that Deloris's off hand remark
about her sons didn't really register in her head as the black woman
tenderly went about her dutiful chore of cleaning off the smeared cum
and makeup that covered her glowing skin.

Tettering on the edge of the tub, Ida listened with disbelieving ears as
Deloris went more in depth about what she had initally hinted at.
Hearing the lurid tale that Deloris spun, Ida found herself being
chilled to the bone.

In between the soothing splashing sound of Deloris ringing out the wash
rag in the tub, Ida could hear the younger black woman casually recite
the story of just how she knew what Ida was currently feeling inside.

Between her own delirium and the confusing context of what Deloris was
trying to convey, Ida trailed in and out of the story as she sat there,
picking up a snipet here and there of the one sided conversation until
the meaning of what Deloris was describing was provocativly clear.

"Sterling and Rahim's Dad died a couple of months after Sterling was
born...," Deloris started, " ...got shot. I knew he was dealing..irony
of ironies though..he got mixed up in between somebody else's deal gone
bad."

"..I was lucky to have my Mom around then..you know..until I could get
back on my feet. The kids had to grow up quick in this
neighborhood..they probably could have used more
supervision..that's my fault ..but they learned a lot of street smarts
out there that I could have never taught them. Deep down..they really
are good people..just a little rough around the edges..that's the only
way to make it down there on those streets on a daily basis."

"....Every since I became manager of that store five years
ago....Sterling and Rahim basically had to raise themselves..I just
worked too many hours. No time for any social life..too tired..too many
bills...try finding a man when you're in your mid 30's and have two kids
with police records....HAHA.... its not even worth the effort, Ida..."

"...Yeah..by the time I got promoted and had to spend anywhere from
10-16 hours a day at that God foresaken resteraunt...that was just about
the same time both boys really started feeling their oats.  I began to
notice that they were hanging around with the wrong crowd...hearing
stories from neighbors..ect...I would come home and find strangers at
the house constantly...girls especially."

"...Then the cops started coming by...and then the trips downtown to
have to bail them out..damn Ida..it was just wearing me out. There were
entire months that went by where I didn't do a damn thing for
myself..and I felt myself going crazy."

"....I came home from work late one afternoon a couple of months
back...much like I did today..I was mentally and physically spent..I put
my key into the lock to open the door..before I did though..I heard
something that stopped me dead in my tracks..."

"...I guess there was something going on in there just like what was
happening to you today, Ida..I just stood outside the door..couldn't
find the strength to face what was happening or the energy to go in and
break it up. So I just stood there..with nothing else to do but listen
until it was over..."

"...As I stood there something strange started happening inside
me...Thank God nobody else came upstairs while I was standing
there..they would have probably thought I was having a mental breakdown
or something..me standing right outisde my own front door with my key in
my hand for almost 20 minutes...."

"...But the sounds that were coming from inside...they
were...were...were..exquisite..the sounds of those girls screaming
joyously inside the apartment..they sounded
so...so..FREE...so...FULFILLED.....so..I don't know..so..everything that
I wasn't feeling at that moment in my life. And for weeks and weeks
after that...I'm sickened to admit this..but Ida..I was jealous of those
girls..."

"....And the sickest part about the whole thing while I tore myself up
about it was that the reason for that joy in those girls' cries of
passion... were my own two sons..they were responsible for that and
there I was keeping myself up late at night fixating over it..Ida..it
broke my heart..but at some point it also broke my will to fight
it....."

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Ida sat there in stunned horror as Deloris continued lathering up her
warm, wet skin, absorbing what the black woman was saying the same way
her skin was absorbing the relaxing bathwater.

".....one thing just led to another, Ida" Deloris continued. "It's all
really just a blur now."

Fifteen minutes had passed by the time Deloris had finished laying out
her sordid tale. Dropping the washcloth into the tub for the last time
to ring it out, Deloris looked deep into Ida's eyes and saw a look of
petrified understanding deeply etch itself across the naked woman's
weathered features.

"That's right, Ida," Deloris admitted serenely. "I do know exactly how
your body feels right now."

With the outside of her body know cleansed, Ida was silently grateful to
the kind black woman for cleaning up the mess the boys and DeeDee had
made on her. Staring blankly back at Deloris, as she sat on the side of
the tub however, Ida shook like a leaf in the wind from how internally
soiled she now felt after what Deloris had told her.

"Does what I told you, trouble you Ida?" Deloris asked gently as she put
the wet towels up on the rack to dry. "Its certainly something that I'm
not proud to admit."

Grabbing another clean towel, Deloris leaned in and sat it down on the
tub's edge, so she could take a seat right beside Ida. Now face to face
with the older woman, Deloris looked deep into Ida's stunned blue eyes
and discovered a strange kinship in the silent but shared understanding
of what each had been through.

"They did the exact same thing to me, Ida," Deloris soberly admitted.
"And let me tell you...for a 37 year old woman who has the impossible
task of trying to find a good man these days..what they gave me was so
damn liberating!"

Looking down at Ida's hands, Deloris wasn't surprised to see the way the
older white woman was wringing them together between her legs. Tilting
her gaze upwards slightly, Deloris couldn't help but also see the way
Ida's pink pussy lips were exposed, once again filling with the blood of
her arousal, eventhough the look on her face still spoke of numb
disbelief.

Allowing her gaze to graze up the front of Ida's seated frame, Deloris
could also see each of Ida's nipples growing steadily, right in front of
her eyes as the reality of her admission to Ida slowly registered inside
the dumbstruck woman's head.

"..You....and..them...," Ida whispered, as if in slow motion.

"Yes, " Deloris replied, gently extending her warm hand out and wrapping
it tenderly around Ida's limp forearm."Yes...we did...Yes...we do."

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Keeping her gaze trained straight forward on Deloris, out of the corner
of her eye, Ida saw the black woman reach over and open the drain of the
tub, so the bathwater she had drawn to clean up Ida with, could slowly
swirl out.

The gutteral, sucking sound of the water receeding in the tub eerily and
symbolicly mirrored the same feeling of steady withdrawl inside Ida's
own soul. As the water in the tub seeped out, so did Ida's resistance to
anything Deloris could have done next to her.

"I had a long day at work, Ida....all I wanted to do when I got home was
to take my dirty clothes off...jump in the tub and let Calgon take me
away," Deloris mused. "The tub's kinda small for two..would you like to
maybe take a shower with me?"

Ida said nothing in reply, but the hypnotic way she stared up at the
elegant woman beginning to undress above her, told Deloris that Ida was
willing to do anything she asked.

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Ida Morgan sat there on the edge of the tub, goosebumps rising all over
her towel covered flesh, as Deloris Franklin began to strip herself bare
in front of her.

It was as if Ida was shrinking from wonderous envy as Deloris's nudity
slowly revealed itself. Habitually self conscious about her body her
whole life, to actually have to sit and watch another, much more
voluptuous and endowed, woman take her clothes off was very difficult
for Ida.

Tempted several times to rise up and make a run for the door, Ida simply
couldn't break her morbidly transfixed stare on Deloris, as the imposing
younger woman worked the buttons of her shirt free.

Ida's face was awash with stoic guilt as Deloris peeled back her maroon
and white stripped work shirt before dropping it to the floor. Ida's
eyes unconsciously bugged out slightly at the sight of the black woman's
hefty bosom as it bounced heavily inside her lacy pink bra cups. Ida
immediatly felt ashamed when she helplessly peeked down at her own
exposed breasts and mentally compared them to the glorious signs of
womanhood that hung proudly from Deloris Franklin's chest.

The trancelike stare of blunt envy coming from Ida wasn't lost on
Deloris either as she continued to remove her clothes, sensing clearly
her power over the woman seated in front of her.

Squeezing the snug weight of her breasts with both hands for effect,
Deloris's expression brightened even more when she saw Ida's chest
wantonly heave from witnessing her fondle her own gifted endowment.

Staring straight at Ida's bottom lip and the way it quivered with
rampant, but desperatly caged interest, Deloris enticingly lowered her
hands from her breasts, all the way down her round belly towards the
snap of her navy blue pants.

Pausing for effect, Deloris waited for Ida's shimmering blue eyes to
fill with imploring desire, before she undid the snap of her slacks.
When she finally let her fingers undo the clasp that kept her pants
snugly wrapped around her waist, the acoustically sensitive room was
filled with the sound of Ida briefly whimpering from the realization
that Deloris's pants were about to come off.

"Just look at her looking at me," Deloris told herself, feeling half
sorry for Ida as she watched her sitting there on the egde of the tub.
"I can only imagine how much fun Rahim, Sterling and all those other
guys had breaking her down. I wonder how much she fought it..I wonder
just how much resistance she really put up before giving in and letting
them do her that way?"

Pulling her pants down slowly, until she could step out of them one leg
at a time, Deloris instantly felt the warmth of the steam that floated
around the closed up room against her her bare ebony skin.

With her pants now completly removed, Deloris stood less than two feet
in front of Ida, posing as if she were a lap dancer on stage, teasing a
patron. Staring down the length of her voluptuous black body, Deloris
privatly scolded herself for not trimming her pubic hair for a few days,
seeing the way several curly whisps of it snaked out from the frilly
edges of her suddenly damp pink panties.

"She won't mind," a lusty voice inside Deloris's head reassured. "She's
damn near drowling over the sight of it right now!"

By the time Deloris had worked her hands behind her back to fight the
four metal bra clasps that held her breasts secure, one by one, she
unhooked them, feeling her own pussy turn to cream from the Christmas
morning-like look of brimming excitement that glowed out from Ida's dark
blue eyes.

The binding on Deloris's huge breasts now set free, she pinched the
bra's underwire between her fingers and slowly slid the wide straps off
her shoulders and then down her arms.

As the bra cups dropped free and Deloris's 38DD endowment spilled out, a
sobering gaze of astonishment nestled in every muscle fiber of Ida's
pale face.

"You like my big black titties..dontcha Ida...just look at you..you
can't take your eyes off of them," Deloris mewed softly, mockingly
fondling her breasts like two huge melons, no more than a foot in front
of her Avon Lady's hypnotized eyes.

Continuing to tease her soft bouncing breasts for several moments in
front of Ida's shellshocked face, Deloris dropped right her hand down
her stomach and snaked it inside her moistened panties to play with her
throbbing clitoris.

Rolling her cherry sized nipples between the index and middle fingers of
her left hand and her clit between the same fingers of her right,
Deloris pulled back ever so slightly so that Ida could have a full,
panoramic view of her taunting masturbatory display.

Folding her fingers into the lacy elastic of her underwear, Deloris kept
her eyes locked onto Ida's, watching the older white woman's every
subtle movement as she rolled her panties over her hips, down her thick
thighs and finally, all the way down to the floor.

"Look at her eyes just light up...Holy Shit," Deloris beamed to herself,
seeing the look of guilt-laced fascination in Ida's starry-eyed
expression.

Scanning down the length of her body, to the dense patch of curly black
pubic hair that hid her vagina, Deloris lovingly trapsed her fingers
through her intertwined fleece as she titilated her buzzing clit, ever
so gently, with her stabbing fingertips.

"UUHHHAAHHHOOHHH," Deloris moaned out loud, feeling her knees start to
get weak from her self manipulation as she stood proudly above Ida's
observant frame.

Taking a small step forward, allowing her exposed pussy to sneak within
six inches of Ida's nose, Deloris reached down with her strong but
feminine hand and dug her fingertips into the back of Ida's neck.
Silently imploring the cowering white woman to stand up, Deloris
caressed Ida's right collarbone with her other hand until she could
easily help the petite woman hesitantly to her feet.

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Standing face to face behind the privacy of Deloris Franklin's shower
curtain, Ida meakly looked up to the black woman, who had so tenderly
washed away the evidence of her afternoon romp, moments earlier. Feeling
the shower relentlessly rain down on her back, Ida was thankful for the
secrecy that the curtain provided as the voluptuous woman reached out
and took Ida into her powerful arms.

The gnawing and re-occuring sensation of being nothing more than a
scared child in Deloris's arms was now unavoidable for Ida as she stood
there naked, holding her head as steady as she could, knowing that at
any moment the woman that was lovingly hugging her would want to take
more.

Ida's nerves were so intune from the adrenaline that pumped wildly
through her veins, she swore she could feel every droplet of water as it
collided with her bare back and slowly trickled down to her small round
ass.

Through the mist and haze of the shower, Ida looked down with her blurry
eyes and was struck by the stark contrast of the two womens' bodies, not
just the obvious color difference, but also in size, age and demeanor.
If there were ever two women so graphically different, that could stand
toe to toe naked under a raging shower, both in stature and pysche, Ida
and Deloris were it.

With each of Deloris's large but sensitive hands bracketing her frame,
Ida seemed to melt against the patiently waiting black woman until it
was clearly evident that she was dying for Deloris to kiss her. Parting
her quivering lips several times, Ida did her best to silently beckon
the younger woman to quench her guilty lust.

Ida felt Deloris's hands tighten against her slim waist and the
electricity that was being transferred caused the white woman to flinch
noticably under the torrential flow that showered down.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Ida?" Deloris asked softly, pulling back
slightly so that Ida could see the lurid intent in her dark brown eyes. 

Deloris could clearly see Ida's lips working up and down, like a horny
mime, literally begging the younger woman to place her full lips against
Ida's.

"Do you... Ida?" Deloris firmly inquired again.

"....Yes," Ida finally admitted, closing her eyes from the embarrassing
shame that went with giving in to her most primal and carnal fear,
submitting sexually to another woman.

Behind closed eyes, it felt as if fireworks had been lit in Ida's head
as Deloris Franklin's moist lips pressed squarly against hers. Ida felt
her spine get weak and legs go numb the moment Deloris's mouth started
working back and forth on top of hers.

Sensing Ida's body growing limper by the second in her hands, Deloris
wrapped both arms completly around Ida's back, holding the awestruck
white woman in her clutches as she lavishly worked Ida over with her
hungry lips.

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Deloris kept her lips firmly pressed against Ida's for what seemed like
an eternity, freely allowing the pruddish white woman to work out all
the stored up desire and curiousity in her body until Deloris sensed Ida
was prepared to explore her surpressed sexual side further.

The two women kissed for almost five minutes when Deloris decided to
steer Ida's body to the side, so that she could ease the older woman's
back firmly against the unforgiving slick wall of the shower stall.

With Ida now standing sideways in the tub, Deloris took a small step
back and watched the sizzling beads of water rain down against the Avon
Woman's pale body. Deloris imagined what it would have looked like an
hour earlier, as all the men in the living room came, one after another,
on Ida's face, just the same way the shower was relentlessly battering
her soft facial features now.

The furious rush of water collided endlessly against Ida's face, before
dripping down her chin, cheekbones and finally, like a thousand web-like
rivers down her small, shiny and clean titties.

Shivering with excitement from the way all the water washed down Ida's
petite body, Deloris licked her lips when she saw how the curly dirty
blonde patch of pubic hair between Ida's legs straightened from the
shower's cleansing deluge.

Reaching out with her right hand, Deloris luridly swiped her palm and
fingers up and down Ida's torso, flicking her thumbs against the white
woman's erect nipples until Ida whimpered out loud.

Pausing for just a moment, Deloris then dropped her fingers from Ida's
breasts and quickly guided them over her waist, right for the puffy,
pink lips of Ida's vagina. The naked Avon Woman thrashed wildly the
instant Deloris's fingers collided with her raw, exposed sex, sending
electrical charges rushing through both womens' bodies.

Keeping the pressure of her right thumb on Ida's throbbing clit, Deloris
wrapped her left hand around Ida's thigh, pulling herself closer to the
55 year old woman so she could position herself to kneel down in front
of Ida, in hopes of lick the pink slit that was majestically flowering
between Ida's unsteady legs.

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"OOHH..SSHHIITT...YYEESSS," Ida's voice hissed over the rushing whoosh
of the shower.

The boaring sensations of Deloris's tongue and lips inside her vagina
caused Ida to slam the  back of her head forcefully against the wall of
the shower behind her. Her knees now completly jellied, Ida had to fight
to keep her body from sliding down the slick wall as Deloris's mouth
pinned Ida's crotch firmly against the stall.

Deloris's tongue felt as if it were three inches long and slitted like a
snake's, as it swam its way through Ida's still cumfilled pussy.

"OOHHAAAHHHHOOHHHHHAAHHH," Ida groaned helplessly, savoring the
exquisite feel of the black woman vaginal slurping.

Feeling as if she were standing naked in a raging thunderstorm, Ida
tried opening her eyes as best she could, but the only thing she saw
when she looked down was Deloris, on her knees, in front of her. Ida
gritted her teeth together, desperatly trying to maintain any semblence
of composure as Deloris's black face disappeared completly between her
pink feathery folds.

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Clutching Ida's thigh gently with her left hand to hold the older woman
steady, Deloris used her right index and middle fingers like two clamps
to spread Ida's cunt open as she swirled her tongue up, down and all
around the Avon Lady's inner sanctum.

Swallowing every few moments to clear her throat of the pungeant nectar
leaking out from Ida's pussy into her sucking mouth, the ripe taste of
male semen was clearly evident on Deloris's tastebuds as she recklessly
dug her face into Ida's snatch.

"One of my boys came inside of her," Deloris proudly told herself as the
familiar taste of masculine seed registered in her sensory files.

Feeling the salty mixture of male and female ejaculate tickle her
throat, as it slowly made its way down to her stomach, Deloris suddenly
felt Ida's entire body tighten and her flaming pussy start to vibrate
against Deloris's thick pistoning lips.

The sound of Ida Morgan's screams of release shot through the bathroom
like glass shattering as the shower head above droned on and on. The
suction that Deloris had created with her lips on top of Ida's vagina
could have peeled chrome off a trailer hitch as the younger black woman
sucked the cum still inside Ida's womb out, like venom from a wound.

Forcing the older woman's petite figure hard against the sidewall of the
shower, Deloris swirled her tongue through Ida's pink recesses until she
felt the Avon Woman's body go completly limp and breathless above
her.

Her throat now burning from all the molten female ejaculate that had
washed into her mouth , Deloris delicatly pulled her lips away from
Ida's crotch and turned her face towards the rushing waterfall of the
shower to cleanse her dark, sticky features.

Once she had washed away most of Ida's pungeant arousal from her cheeks
and lips, Deloris wiped the water out of her eyes and looked up at Ida,
still writhing above her. Leaning in once more, Deloris planted a
soulful and seductive kiss right on the white woman's buzzing clit,
causing both of Ida's small feet to quiver mightily on the tub's slick
floor.

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After drying herself and Ida off, Deloris tenderly kissed the seemingly
sedated woman for several moments on the neck and shoulders as she
reached for a pair of towels to wrap their bodies with.

Once Deloris had placed a bulky, light blue towel around both her and
Ida's body to cover their nakedness, the two women slowly walked back
out to the living room so Ida could regain her bearings...and her
clothes.

Deloris led the way, a good two or three steps ahead of Ida, when she
turned the corner and saw that Rahim and Sterling had returned from
their trip to the grociery store. Stopping at the entrance to the main
family room, Deloris allowed Ida to catch up with her, knowing the numb
and catatonic white woman behind her had no clue her sons had returned
and were sitting in the living room.

Once Ida finally caught Deloris and eased up beside her, she saw the
same thing that the lady of the house was staring at.  When all four
sets of eyes locked on to each other, a hushed silence of brooding
disbelief inundated the Franklin residence.....

Part 5 on the way.....


