Breaking Through the Color Barriers for Love and Lust

By Johnny Dragona

Deserted by his wife and missing his daughter, John becomes infatuated with Olivia, an extremely attractive Puerto Rican woman who is much younger than he, but not without a river of hot, Latin blood flowing through her veins. The time they spend together moves from the kitchen, to the living room and to the bedroom.

Then they meet Cory and David, an African-American couple. At first, they socialize. Then they get closer and closer.

When Olivia discovers some unethical practices at the bank in which she’s working, David, being an attorney, helps her. But why should she return to the bank when she can work for him? That brings them even closer.

Meanwhile, John and Cory, who are older students in the same college, schedule their classes so they can have the same day off to do their thing in his house.

Reader Advisory: Contains graphic descriptions of sex, group sex and female bisexuality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370909247

Johnny Dragona

His first play, produced by an English teacher, and put on stage in their grammar school when he was in the seventh grade, encouraged Johnny Dragona to develop a strong interest in writing, despite the deteriorating retinal disorder that would eventually render him totally blind. Since then, he has had over twenty mainstream novels published. Using various pseudonyms, he has also had twenty, highly erotic novels, and over one hundred highly erotic short stories published on a variety of topics, including some that usually shock conservative readers. Living in Cliffside Park, New Jersey (USA) with his wife of thirty-seven years and his toddler grandson, he is currently working on his next novel.

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BREAKING THROUGH THE COLOR BARRIERS FOR LOVE AND LUST

Johnny Dragona

Deserted by his wife and missing his daughter, John becomes infatuated with Olivia, an extremely attractive Puerto Rican woman who is much younger than he, but not without a river of hot, Latin blood flowing through her veins. The time they spend together moves from the kitchen, to the living room and to the bedroom.

Then they meet Cory and David, an African-American couple. At first, they socialize. Then they get closer and closer.

When Olivia discovers some unethical practices at the bank in which she’s working, David, being an attorney, helps her. But why should she return to the bank when she can work for him? That brings them even closer.

Meanwhile, John and Cory, who are older students in the same college, schedule their classes so they can have the same day off to do their thing in his house.

Reader Advisory: Contains graphic descriptions of sex, group sex and female bisexuality.

BREAKING THROUGH THE COLOR BARRIERS FOR LOVE AND LUST

JOHNNY DRAGONA

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BREAKING THROUGH THE COLOR BARRIERS FOR LOVE AND LUST

Copyright © October 2015 Johnny Dragona

ISBN: 978-1-910899-42-7

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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No part of this literary work may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Dedication

To the real Cory.

They enjoyed sex. So who cared about the obstacles?

Prologue

Okay, Chrissy is sleeping, Ann said while walking into the bedroom, sounding slightly more excited than she actually was. You ready to fuck me?

Yeah. I’m thrilled, John said disinterestedly while lying on his back with both hands clasped behind his head and frowned. Glancing at his ex-wife’s large breasts, her tapered waist, and curvaceous hips, he wondered why she no longer turned him on. There was a time he never would have refused to have sex with her. But those days were over as far as he was concerned.

Lowering the sheet that had been covering him to the middle of his chest, Ann grunted disappointedly. How come ya don’t have a hard on yet?

Because I can’t think of anyone exciting, he said, knowing that would fire her up.

You better take that back. Ann unceremoniously unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. "I’m very exciting to be with." Her bra came off just as quickly.

I take it back, John said dryly, knowing she would bust his balls if he didn’t take it back. He had often suspected she could nag the nuts off a coconut tree.

Completely naked within seconds, Ann slid onto the bed, roughly removed his white, cotton briefs and dropped them onto the floor. How about eating me first? she said and grabbed his flaccid shaft. That was one of the things she had missed since they had split-up.

Did you wash your bush? John asked while positioning a skein of her long, black hair over the front of a shoulder.

My bush is always clean, you fuck, Ann said, trying to control her temper. If he weren’t so damned good in bed, she wouldn’t even be there.

How about if we just fuck? he said, not wanting to do that with her either even though cunnilingus was one of his favorite lovemaking acts. But he was no longer in love with Ann.

I like when you eat me, she whined. You do that…Well, you do that better than the others.

"How many others have there been?" Raising an eyebrow and sighing sympathetically, John suspected there wasn’t another woman in the world who would be stupid enough to say something like that to her ex-husband.

None of your business, she said and squatted over his face. Just eat me.

Realizing it might be a good idea to get his rocks off that night, John held her hips and slid his tongue up the length of her inner labia. Within seconds, he began to lap Ann enthusiastically while gently kneading her thirty-eight, D breasts, the nipples of which were already erect.

"Ooooow, you’re good, Ann sighed while his tongue was rapidly circling her quivering clitoris. I haven’t had an orgasm in over a week."

Ignoring the comments from the woman who never seemed to know when to keep her mouth shut, John plunged his tongue into her vaginal canal about a dozen times in rapid succession. He knew Ann was getting close to cumming. And unknown to her, he enjoyed performing the act of cunnilingus as much as she enjoyed receiving it.

"Ahhhhh, she sighed a few moments later and grabbed his ears. Do it, Joey," she said, forgetting for the moment his name was John.

Since she had occasionally called him different names when they were married, John let that one slide, too. He just wanted to drop a load and go to sleep. And since Ann was convinced she could only have one orgasm a night, it wasn’t going to be difficult to satisfy her.

By the time Ann’s orgasm had subsided, John had a full erection. He gently kneaded her large breasts, which were, in his opinion, the only good thing she had going for her.

"Ooooow. You have a hard on now, Ann said when she turned her head to look at his erection. Crawling backward while remaining upright, she stuffed his glans into her vaginal opening and plunged downward. Let’s do it this way."

No. John twisted their bodies to one side. Surprised Ann wanted to continue making love, he got on top of her and slid her legs over his shoulders. I’m gonna fuck your brains out, you slutty bitch.

"Mmmm, Ann moaned while his cock was pounding into her. We never did it this way before. Ooooow. It feels nice. Where did you learn this?" She closed her eyes to savor the pleasurable sensations.

John held her firm buttocks tightly while his rigid cock was gliding in and out of her juicy pussy. Smiling at the way her breasts were rhythmically swaying to the tempo of his pumping hips, he said the first lie that came into his mind. Your sister likes me to fuck her this way, too.

What!? Ann said in disbelief, her eyes shooting open. You better not fuck my sister, you son of a bitch. She arched her hips upward once to punctuate her warning.

Why not? John slammed his glans against her womb three times in rapid succession. You fucked her husband. Releasing her buttocks, he playfully twisted her nipples.

That was different, she panted. Now shut up and fuck me faster. I think I’m gonna cum again.

Although it was unusual for her to have more than one orgasm in a session, John lengthened the strokes of his rapidly pounding cock. Much to his surprise, Ann came again and took him with her this time.

When they parted, there were no kisses, no whispered words of affection. They were satisfied sexually, but not emotionally.

In the morning, they would have breakfast together with their daughter. Then Ann and she would return to their home on New York’s Long Island. And John would spend an hour on the sofa, thinking about how much he missed his daughter and wondering if he would ever find a woman who could love him.

Chapter One

John was standing at the end of his driveway early on a mild evening in early summer, leaning his elbows on a neighbor’s fence while blankly looking toward the end of the block. He was lonely and on the verge of crying when a young girl’s voice attracted his attention.

Hi, John. It was Stacey, a kid who had played with his daughter before…

* * *

Two years earlier, his wife had left him and taken their nine-year-old daughter, Chrissy, whom he missed more than words could explain. Ann had left him because he was slowly losing his eyesight and wouldn’t be able to continue working in the construction business. But worse than that, she couldn’t see herself living with a man who might have to depend on her if he should become totally blind.

But now John was in college, using tape recorded textbooks and paid readers to help him. Was he really that useless?

* * *

Absently returning the greeting to the back of Stacey’s head, John’s eyes focused on a curtain of long, brown hair and two curvaceous hips that nicely filled a pair of white jeans. Then he remembered the kid’s father had rented the room over his garage to someone in her early twenties. He heard Stacey telling the woman his name and that his wife had left him. But he couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation by the time they faded into a visual blur about fifty feet away.

John was in the same spot the next night when his new neighbor walked by. Hi, he said casually, realizing nothing ventured, nothing gained. Noticing how pretty she was, his heart skipped a beat.

When she stopped, much to his surprise, John introduced himself and learned her name was Olivia. How musical. He also noticed a slight hint of a Hispanic accent, which wasn’t unusual in their town.

Where you headed? he asked for lack of something better to say. After all, she had stopped. So why not keep the conversation going?

When Olivia said she was going out for something to eat, John thought fast and told her he had a chicken in the oven. Taking another chance, he asked, Care to share it with me? After all, eating alone is no fun.

But she politely refused. Another refusal and five minutes after that one, she reluctantly accepted his invitation.

* * *

John kept the back door and window that was facing the porch open so she would feel more comfortable. If there’s one thing that can make a young woman nervous, it’s a bachelor who locks the door after she enters the house. Then all he had to decide was whether or not to open a bottle of wine. Thinking that might give her the impression he was trying to seduce her, he decided against doing that. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, which he hoped there would be.

To his delight, Olivia was a good conversationalist. She worked in a bank and had been thinking about starting night classes in a local college that September. They seemed to be having a good time together, especially since their musical interests and senses of humor were similar.

While he was washing the dishes, Olivia broached the subject he hadn’t wanted to get into. I heard your wife left you. She didn’t hear his heart thump. I don’t know if I could leave a man who cooks, she said and hesitated for a few seconds. Would I be prying if I asked why she left you?

John slowly turned, leaned against the sink and crossed his arms. It’s a long story, he said and sighed. How about staying for coffee and I’ll tell you about it. Although he couldn’t see her face well from that distance, he heard the warm smile that accompanied her acceptance.

While he was sitting at the table and telling Olivia what was going on with his eyesight and how Ann hadn’t been able to handle the strain of living with someone who would eventually be blind, she was very quiet. He talked about it for a while longer, but she seemed to be edgy, perhaps understanding Ann’s dilemma. John was to the point where he wanted her to leave. Who was he to expect such an attractive woman, one who was almost fifteen years younger than he was, to be interested in a guy who had nothing going for him?

Suddenly, the conversation took a turn. But you’re going to college, Olivia reasoned, having noticed his self-doubt. If you can do that, you can do anything else you want to do.

Yeah. John grunted a laugh. But that’s not to say I’m gonna finish college. A big problem was he had only gone to high school to play football. And after that, he had been a construction worker for sixteen years and had never read a book in his life.

Oh, stop that! Olivia said maternalistically and sighed. "You will finish." She put a hand over his, more as a comforting gesture than anything