Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) (17 page)

Biting her lip, she tapped out a quick response.

I want u to fuck me right now, too.

Her phone buzzed a half-second later with a response.

I'm so fucking hard right now.

She knew she should stop, but it was too hard.

I wish I could suck it.

The response was faster than the previous one.

Fuck baby, I'm going to have cum. I'm so hard right now, it hurts.

Her fingers were already typing before she could stop herself.

Good, my pussy is wet for u.

Girl, now you know you need your ass beat
, she scolded herself.

She felt the thrum a second later.

That's it.

Zack suddenly jumped up from his seat with his hands awkwardly placed in front of his pants and hurriedly left the classroom.

Keisha held back a naughty smile at what she had done.

What is wrong with me? I need to stop this!

It was alarming to her how she continued to act without thinking, emboldened by the emotion that Zack made her feel.

She tried to go back to grading papers, but several minutes later, her phone thrummed again.

I'm in the bathroom with my dick out for u.

It's so hard n horny with lots of pre-cum cummin out

She felt moistness began to gather down below.

Oh lord,
she thought.

Another thrum.

Make me cum, baby.

Glancing at the class to make sure they were deeply engaged in their work, Keisha began to type out a message.

Think about my mouth wrapping around your head, slurping your cock while I look up at u

The phone vibrated a second later.

Fuck, I want it.

Keisha's fingers began furiously tapping again.

And think about me taking ur cock all the way down down my throat...

"Mrs. Johnson?"

Keisha nearly let out a terrified scream. A young female student was standing over her desk, with a strange expression on her face.

Holding in a startled gasp, Keisha asked breathlessly, "Yes?"

"I'm done with my assignment," the girl told her, tossing her paper on Keisha's desk.

"T-T-Thank you Sara," Keisha stuttered, nodding her head stupidly. "Very good."

The girl turned away with an odd smile and returned to her seat.

That's what yo ass gets,
Keisha thought
. I hope to god that little heffa did not see what I was typing.

She typed out a quick message to Zack.

Had 2 stop.

His response was fast.

I already came anyway.

Tossing her phone back inside her purse, Keisha held back the tears of helplessness that threatened to fall from her eyes. She needed to get a hold of herself...and quick.

"H
appy birthday Zack!"

It was Saturday. Zack was seated at his favorite restaurant with his friends, mom and dad after a large meal. His mom had ordered him a giant birthday cake for the special occasion that was shaped like a swimmer's underwear. Zack was poised to blow out the candles. The restaurant staff had just got done singing Happy Birthday to Zack and was exiting the rented out party room.

"Make a wish Zack," his mother urged him, a proud smile plastered across her face. She was dressed to impress that day, a red dress that hugged her womanly figure with a gold belt at its center.

He wished she had not worn it. His friends had made more than a few under-the-breath comments about his mom's body that made Zack want to slap them upside their heads.

"Yeah Zack," Randal echoed. He was wearing a ridiculous party hat, just to annoy, and some baggy pants. "Make a wish, but don't try to wish to be a pimp like me. Some wishes can't ever be made to come true."

"Why would he ever want to be your fat ass—" With a guilty look casted Zack's mother way, Anthony caught himself at the last second.

Chuckling, Zack closed one eye and blew out the candles.

Then they were all eating cake.

Zack had only got in one delicious bite when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Taking it out, he saw it was a message from Keisha.

Happy Birthday Zachery
- Keisha

There was a photo attached to the message. When he saw what it was, he immediately jumped to his feet.

"Zack, where are you going?" his mother asked with alarm.

Zack didn't respond, making a beehive straight out of the room and to the restaurant bathroom.

He heard Randal say loudly behind him, "He's probably going to drop a deuce in the toilet from all that food.  I mean, I'm going to tell you all now, I'm going to destroy the bowl when I get home. I got a load as large as Ron Jeremy's to drop."

He heard his father start laughing loudly, while his mother snorted with disgust before joining his father's giggles.

Zack returned ten minutes later, feeling much relieved.

Patricia eyed him curiously, her glossed lips pressed against a wine glass. "What in the world was that all about Zack?"

His face burning, Zack said, "Nothing."

Mike eyed his son like a hawk, a wine glass in his hand, his cake plate empty. "You sure son?"

Nodding quickly, Zack replied, "Yeah."

Zack sat back at the table and rejoined the conversation. It was only a minute later that his phone thrummed in his pocket again. Letting out a quiet groan, he tried to resist the temptation of reaching into his pocket. That lasted all of three seconds.

Like your surprise?

Zack quickly tapped out a response.

Ur bad.

The phone thrummed.

Meet me outside my house late tonight. Davonte will be sleep.

Wear something light... - Keisha

"Zack, who are you texting son?" his father asked.

Zack hurriedly put the phone back inside his pocket as Randal said, "Probably the nearest escort service."

This sent his friends and parents into gales of laughter.

"You sure you're okay?" Mike asked after they all had calmed down.

Smiling ear-to-ear, Zack cheerfully chirped, "I'm perfectly fine, dad."

****

K
eisha shoved Zack up against the side of the house, dropping to her knees and becoming level with his bulging crotch.

The boy had worn his high school gym shorts with no underwear underneath to their secret rendezvous, making it easier for her to get to that fat dick.

The math teacher quickly pulled his cock out of the side of his shorts, relishing the nice, juicy thickness. The moonlight highlighted his throbbing mushroom head in front of her eyes and Keisha's mouth began to water with need. With a sigh of lust, Keisha wrapped her big lips around his juicy dick, slurping on it like a straw stuck inside a delicious milk shake.

"Oh yea," Zack groaned with intense pleasure, while Keisha's tongue lapped at his swollen head. "That feels so damn good."

Placing her hands around the base of his dick, Keisha stroked it back and forth, moving her grip along in tandem with her mouth. After Zack's cock hit the back of her throat a couple of times, saliva began to quickly overflow in her mouth, hanging in long spittle streams from Zack's throbbing pole.

"Suck that big dick, baby," Zack moaned, grabbing at her titties and stiff nipples.

It seemed ironic to Keisha that here she was sucking Zack's dick without an ounce of sickness inside of her stomach. She actually loved every moment of it. It was so ripe and succulent. Just slurping on it made her wet.

Greedy slurping sounds melded with the sound of the crickets beneath her feet as she continued to firmly stroke and suck Zack's head like a delectable popsicle. Before long, Zack began thrusting into her mouth, routinely hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.

Keisha was majorly turned on by Zack taking control. She slowly reached down and began rubbing her clit while Zack continue to hump her mouth, his big balls slapping up against her chin. She wore no panties and her short skirt was already high enough where her horny pussy hang out, exposed to the cool night air.

For a moment, she worried about Davonte waking up and finding the two going at it.

Good
, she thought.
Then maybe I'll be forced to stop this madness, since I can't seem to stop myself.

She was totally conflicted with herself and her unsavory actions, but that did not make her stop doing what she was doing. She wanted Zack...and his white, fat dick. The whole forbidden aspect of it made her want it more than anything.

Zack began to pick up speed, thrusting his dick to the back of her throat with crazy force. "Fuck, Keisha, I'm gonna cum soon."

Keisha tried to stop and tell him that he could cum on her tits if he wanted, but it was no use, Zack was already gone. Throwing back his head, Zack let out a soft cry as he unleashed a powerful explosion of hot liquid into her mouth.

Keisha gagged and choked as his thick, sweet fluid went down her throat with each contraction. Zack continued to keep his pulsating dick in place until every drop of cum had been emptied out of his ball sack.

Keisha struggled not to cough loudly when Zack pulled his still-hard dick out, the tang of his cum filling her nostrils. The taste of his cum wasn't so bad, but she hadn't been prepared for such a large amount.

Placing her hands to her throat, she gulped down every bit of his seed, hoping that it did not come back up.

She got little time to recover from the creamy surprise, because horny Zack suddenly pulled her to her feet, lifted her into his arms, and then pressed her up against the wall of her house.

Then he roughly entered her, pounding her pussy like it stole something.

"You're so fucking hot," he moaned hotly in her ear. "I'd have to fuck you a hundred times to make my dick stop throbbing."

Keisha moaned while his meat stick plowed through her canal, his balls slapping against her cheeks. The stucco on the house wall was abrasive and was irritating Keisha's skin while she was pressed up against it by Zack's hot body, but she didn't care.

She wanted Zack to fuck her brains out.

And fuck her brains out, he did.

When it was all over, Zack collapsed against her, still holding her up against the side of the house.

He then told her something that did wonders for her ego.

"Fuck baby," he whispered in her ear. "That was the best birthday present I've ever had."

****

T
he lights were out when Zack crept back into the Palmer residence later that night.

His body thrummed with excitement along with the incessant tingling below. He just had had the best birthday present ever. He would never forget it. Images of the hot sexual encounter with his school teacher would continue to burn through his mind for a long time to come.

He paused in the foyer to tap out a message on his cell to Keisha.

That was amazing...I luv u
- Zack

Placing it back into his pocket he quietly moved to the stairs. Just as he was crossing the living room, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a soft voice say, "What is my son up to?"

Quickly turning on the lights, Zack gaped with surprise at the sight of his mother sitting on the couch in her silk night gown, a half-filled wine glass propped in her hand.

"Mom what are you doing sitting here in the dark all alone?"

His mother eyed him suspiciously as she took a sip from her wine. "I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing out after midnight when you claimed you were going to bed several hours ago?"

"I lied because I wanted to go out with my friends and have a little extra fun for my birthday," Zack said quickly. "That's all."

In gym shorts and a simple t-shirt when it's chilly out,
he thought.
Gee, I sound so utterly convincing.

His mother continued to look at him strangely, making him feel anxious. "I see.  I guess our party we threw for you and your friends was not enough." She took a long sip of her wine, her eyes glued to his face.

After a moment of standing there awkwardly expecting his mother to start yelling at him for his treachery, Zack said, "Well, I guess I'm going to go to bed for real now."

"I'll be right behind you," Patricia said, though she gave no indication that she would move off the couch.

Zack turned and went up the stairs, wondering why his mom was acting so strangely and not at least scolding him for lying.

When he reached his room he got another surprise of his life when he turned on his bedroom light and saw Mandy sitting stoically on his bed, garbed in a simple dress. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and there were puffy bags under her large eyes indicating she had been crying recently.

"Mandy?" Zack asked with disbelief. "What are you doing in my house at this time of night? And who let you in here?"

And sitting on my bed in the total dark
, Zack thought.
Has everyone around here suddenly gone crazy?

Mandy stared at him with her big eyes for a long moment, noting his awkward dress for the time of night, before replying. "Your mom."

The tension that filled the room was palpable.

Though Zack thought it odd Mandy would show up like this, he knew why she was there. "Look Mandy, about the dance, I can explain—"

Mandy helped up a finger to silence him, rising from his bed. "I was hurt when you stood me up that night, Zack. Very hurt. I had bought this awesome dress, had my makeup done by a professional makeup artist and my hair done up in beautiful curls." She snorted derisively and rolled her eyes. "My mom said I would likely be the most beautiful girl at the dance." Then she fixed her eyes on him accusingly. "Too bad you never got to see it."

"Mandy," Zack began, raising his hands defensively, "I—"

"Just do me one favor Zack," Mandy cut in, not interested in hearing his lame excuses. "One thing, and I'll be out of your life for good...never to bother you again.

Zack was instantly intrigued. "What?"

"A kiss," Mandy said coming forward. "To end it all."

Zack was confused. What would a kiss help?  And why should she want one anyway, after what he had done?