Neglected Black Housewife - Interracial Love
Black housewife finds young white stud at bookstore.
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"Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore.
"Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.
"Right this way," I say, leading her across the store. "Is there a specific book you're looking for?" I ask as we walk toward the sexuality section.
"No, not a specific book. I just want to look through your selection," she responds. I'm taking in more of her beauty as we talk. She'd be tall even without her two-inch heels and her pale blue blouse beneath a light grey business suit perfectly complements her cocoa brown skin.
"There are a lot of books on orgasms. Is there a specific type you wanted?" I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section.
"Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says.
"Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing.
"I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips.
"That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.
"That's okay," she says with a slight chuckle. "I'm still trying to be the single orgasmic woman."
"Okaaaay," I say slowly, wondering if she expects me to comment on that. "There are different types of books depending on whether it's for you or your partner," I explain, noticing her wedding band for the first time. "For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman."
"She comes first, huh? If only," she says sarcastically. "No, I'm looking more for the, um... do-it-yourself section." She laughs nervously.
I pause a minute before continuing. "Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure.
"What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages.
Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies."
"Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips her hip on one side, saying, "you really think you're going to stand here and help me pick out an orgasm book, don't you?"
"Um, no. I'm sorry. I was just trying to be helpful." I'm holding my hands up, palms out and backing away from her.
"You were very helpful, um," she bends slightly to read my nametag, "Mike, but I think I'll just browse now."
"Sure. If you don't find what you need here," I pause for effect of the double entendre, "just let me know. I'm here for another hour." She's smiling and flipping through the book as I walk away.
Wow! In the two years I've worked here I've never known any customer to be so candid about their sexual needs, let alone books on masturbation! The customers in this section are usually giggly teenagers or panting couples. Neither group asks for help.
I get back to work, reshelving books but my eyes keep straying back to her, captivated by her alluring presence. I position myself across the store where I can watch her without being obvious. Her business suit is perfectly tailored; conservative yet cut to show off her curvaceous figure. Her skirt hugs her ass giving a hint of the firm round globes underneath. Its mid-thigh length shows plenty of her shapely legs tapering into two-inch black pumps. I start fantasizing what she'll look like applying the techniques in that self-pleasuring book.
In my mind I see her lying naked on her back with her knees pulled up, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her velvety, black bush brushes against her hand as she furiously works her fingers faster and faster trying to achieve that illusive climax. Her other hand is pinching and pulling at her thick black nipples stretching them out from their surrounding dark areolas, making her large, dark tits appear cone shaped on her heaving chest. She's bucking wildly against her hand, lifting her firm, round ass off the bed. Shifting her hand to her clit, she starts rubbing in a circular motion while still shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy. As hard as she's trying, she still isn't quite getting there. I crawl up on the bed, my pale white skin contrasting sharply with her dark mocha coloring. Bending my mouth down to her pussy and pushing her fingers aside, I say, "here, let me help you with that."
"Help me with what?" asks Amber, a recently hired, red-haired, high school girl with teen sized tits and a dynamite little ass. Her question breaks me out of my reverie and I realize I've spoken out loud.
"Uh...with those books," I say, pointing to the books in her arms and trying to recover quickly. "Here let me take some." I glance over at the enthralling woman still browsing the sexuality section.
"Sure. Whatever," she says, handing me half her books but looking at me quizzically. "Are you okay?" she asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say, putting my hand in my pocket and trying not to be obvious about adjusting my aroused cock. Amber and I have hooked up a couple of times since she started working here. She's been a regular customer for a long time but couldn't get hired until she turned 18 last month.
"Is that for me?" Amber asks, looking at the bulge in my pants. She moves closer angling her body so no one can see what she's doing and slides her hand over my cock, squeezing it between her fingers.
"Yeah," I lie. "I was hoping we could get together after work tonight."
"Oh, Mike," she says. "I can't. I've got a big test tomorrow. I need to get right home." She glances around the store and, lowering her voice says, "it's not busy right now. Jason and Debra can handle it. Why don't you help me put these books in the back."
I follow her to the stockroom which is deserted this time of night. She leads me to a secluded spot between two rows of shelving and while unbuckling my belt says, "I can't leave you like this. Besides, I owe you after what you did to me Saturday night!" Smiling, she quickly kisses me on the lips, drops to her knees and pulls my Dockers and boxers down in one smooth motion.
"You don't owe me anything," I say. "I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"Well, I plan on thoroughly enjoying this too," she says, smiling up at me. "But the orgasm ratio had to be three to one in my favor."
Amber is a young, very enthusiastic lover. She loses herself in complete abandonment during sex, which is part of the reason she came so many times the other night. Now, as she runs her tongue up and down the length of my cock, I close my eyes flashing on her sexy teenage body. She has small firm tits with puffy pink areolas and eraser-like nipples. A light patch of red pubic hair surrounds her tight little pussy and her firm round ass makes you want to cream just looking at it.
I open my eyes just as she slips her mouth over the end of my cock. While caressing my balls with one hand she wraps her other hand around the base of my cock, pumping it in and out of her mouth. She's creating a steady rhythm with her sucking and using her tongue to lick just under my cock head. The entire sensation is incredible and I start thrusting my hips forward matching her rhythm while watching the door to make sure we're not interrupted.
I've never done anything like this and the excitement of a blowjob in the stockroom is driving me close to my climax. Amber pumps faster, stroking and sucking my cock and playing with my balls. I dig my fingers into her red hair and pull her head towards me, trying to drive my cock farther into her mouth. She looks up at me, lets go of my cock and slides her lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. I can feel the tension building in my balls as my cock enters the back of her throat. I'm getting close and I close my eyes again. Suddenly, in my mind, I'm lying on my bed and the sexy black woman I just met is kneeling between my legs, her massive brown breasts with their hard black nipples are brushing against my thighs as she deep throats my cock. She pulls her lips back along my cock, stroking faster, sucking harder and flicking her tongue against the underside of my cock. Our eyes lock and I watch her thick, black lips glide down my cock and I buck my hips up to meet her. My legs tense, I thrust my ass off the bed and start shooting streams of cum deep in her throat in quick jerky motions. Nearly losing my balance I grab the nearby shelf to keep from falling over. Looking down, it's Amber again stroking and sucking and swallowing my cum. When she's sucked every drop of cum from me, she let's my cock slip from her lips and stands up.
"Wow! That was amazing!" I say. "I really needed that."
"You are amazing and that was intense!" she says, making a show of licking her lips. "You really came hard and I really enjoyed it but we'd better get back. I'll go out first, I want to get a coke," she says, smacking her lips as she leaves the stockroom. While I'm pulling up my pants, I'm already wondering if my fantasy woman is still in the store. If I ever get a chance to live out that fantasy, I'm pretty sure I won't be thinking about Amber when I cum in the her mouth.
Yes! She's still looking at sexuality books as I exit the stockroom. I figure I might as well take a chance, gorgeous women flaunting their sexual needs don't come along everyday.
"I'm getting ready to go. Did you find what you were looking for?" I ask her just as matter-of-factly as her original request.
"I'm still looking. You have a nice evening and thanks for your help," she says, dismissing me.
"Look, it's none of my business," I say, stepping closer to her, trying not to get flustered by her immense beauty, "but a sexy woman like you shouldn't have to fend for herself in these matters."
"You're right," she says sharply, "it is none of your business." She's looking at a book entitled How to Have an Orgasm Whenever You Want. She looks at me, her eyes soften and she smiles. "Thank you for your help, Mike. Now why don't you go home and let me finish browsing, okay?"
"Okay," I say, apologizing but not ready to give up yet. "I work here part-time so if there's ever anything I can help you with..." I pause for effect. "I'm here most nights until nine."
"I'll mark it in my planner," she smiles, shaking her head and going back to her reading. I look back one more time at her perfectly round ass and wonder why a sexy woman like her needs books on orgasms.
I think about her all through my classes the next day, hoping to see her again in the bookstore. I work my regular shift from five to nine and it's pretty uneventful except for helping a voluptuous blonde in a scoop neck blouse trying to find a novelization of a current chick flick. I start to fantasize about fucking her brains out and then realize someone has already beaten me to it.
About eight o'clock my fantasy woman walks in and goes directly to the sexuality section. She's wearing a white pinstriped blouse tucked into a black skirt and I'm getting aroused just watching her walk. She strides confidently, with just enough swing in her hips to draw my eyes to her undulating ass cheeks. Her long lovely legs give her a dancers gracefulness as she navigates the aisles.
Standing at the customer service desk, I suppress the urge to go right over to her. I can't suppress other urges and I hope it's not obvious. Trying to decide how best to approach her, I watch as she flips pages of books and imagine what her dark brown ass looks like naked under her tight, form-fitting skirt. I can almost feel my hands cupping her firm flesh and squeezing her ass cheeks. I catch her looking at me several times and each time she quickly looks down at her book. I take that as a good sign and finally walk over to her.
"Hi," I say. "It's good to see you again. Although, that probably means you still haven't found what you need."
"Hi Mike," she answers. "No, not really. You're right about there being a lot of books. It's just... I don't know. I'm looking for an answer that doesn't need batteries." She laughs and the pinstripes on her blouse distract me as they curve around her sizable breasts. Her high collar blouse with one open button reveals more of her smooth chocolate skin than was visible last night. I force myself to look her in the eyes, their exotic, almond shape making that very easy.
"It shouldn't be that way," I say softly, moving closer to her." Maybe you're not considering the right question."
"What question is that?" she asks sarcastically. "You mean like, why am I even discussing this with a skinny, young white boy in a bookstore who's trying to pseudo psychoanalyze me?"
"No, That's a different question," I laugh, "but maybe you do need someone to talk to about this and you could do a lot worse than me."
"I could?" she asks smiling at me. Her smile seems to light up her whole face and her eyes sparkle as she raises her already high eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"Yeah," I say, smiling. "You could call Dr. Phil."
Laughing, she says, "well, maybe we should just get Oprah to do a book club selection on it."
"That would be great!" I say, laughing with her. "Seriously, I'd love to just sit down over a cup of coffee and get to know you. I don't even know your name." She's staring at me quizzically. "What do you say?" I ask. "I get off in a few minutes and you'll get a free latte out of it."
"I don't know," she says, looking at her watch. "I really should be getting home."
"Half an hour," I counter. "What can it hurt?"
"Okay," she finally agrees. "Half an hour but I pay for my own latte." We agree to meet at a nearby Starbucks instead of going to the cafe in the bookstore. We order separately and choose a small table in the corner that affords only modest privacy.
"My name is Cynthia Emry. She says offering her hand. My friends call me Cyn."
"Nice to meet you," I respond, shaking her hand. "I'm Mike Judd." I linger holding her hand, enjoying the touch of her smooth skin. "Since your friends call you Cyn, I suppose you'll want me to call you Miss Emry?" I say chuckling, as she pulls her hand back.
"Mrs. Emry. But no, call me Cyn," she says, taking a drink. "How long have you worked at the bookstore?" She's sitting back appraising me while she sips her latte while her firm, round tits push against the cotton material of her blouse. She crosses her legs and her skirt rides half way up her thigh, exposing more of her smooth, brown skin. I force myself to look in her eyes rather than stare at her beautiful legs.
"About two years. It's a perfect job while I'm in school and I get a great discount on my textbooks. What do you do, Cyn." I love the sound of her name. Cynfull, I think.
"I'm a management recruiter. I work for a consulting firm headquartered in New York. I work out of my house so I can live anywhere and this is where my husband's job brought us."
"And what does your husband do?" Her face captivates me. With only light makeup complementing her already gorgeous skin tone, she looks more like a glamour model than a management recruiter.
"He's a minister. We go where the church sends us," she says, looking intently for a reaction from me. I don't disappoint her.
"That explains a lot," I say, immediately regretting it when I see her eyes flare up.
"It explains nothing!" she yells, and then quickly lowers her voice. "You don't know anything about me or my husband," she fumes, through clenched teeth. "You college kids think you know everything! You don't know shit!" She stands up, getting ready to leave.
"Wait! I'm really sorry," I stammer, contritely. "That was a stupid thing to say. It wasn't really a statement about your husband, Cyn. It's more reflective of my own bias against organized religion and all the hypocrisy that goes with it," I say, trying to explain. "I said it without thinking, okay? I'm sorry."
"Please," I plead, gesturing towards her chair. "Please, sit back down." She does and slowly her face relaxes but my eyes are drawn to her chest, still heaving from her anger. Her tits swelling and pushing against the pinstripes create small gaps between the buttons with each breath she takes.
"I'm sorry I got so upset," she says, finally. "You just seem to think you know all about my problems and you don't. My husband is a good man. He's a wonderful father and a powerful minister." I notice she doesn't say a great lover. I wonder if he even notices her luscious tits.
"I'm sure he is," I answer. We're silent for a minute.
"So, how old are you anyway, Mr. Know-It-All college boy?" Cyn asks, smiling curiously.
"Twenty," I answer unapologetically. "How old are you?"
"Thirty-two. Happily married with two kids and a successful career, thank you," she declares proudly. "So where do you get off trying to solve my sexual problems? You're too young to have enough experience to give you any credibility." She's back on the attack and I react again before I think.
"Funny. I was thinking you're old enough to have already experienced some things you're obviously only reading about."
"You don't know what I'm experiencing and what I'm not!" She's fuming again and talking through her teeth.
"Hey, don't get mad at me. You're the one looking through orgasm books. I'm just trying to help," I retort.
"Yeah by hitting on me!" she rants. "Is that what you do at that bookstore, watch for women to come in looking for sexual self-help books and then offer your services?" She's really on a tirade now. "You think I don't get better offers than you all the time. I'm a black woman working in a professional capacity in a mostly white company. I get hit on more than the blonde bimbos answering the phones. Everyone including the president of the company is trying to live out his black woman fantasy. I've seen it all before. No thank you!"
"When did I hit on you?" I challenge. "When?" I repeat. "I thought we had a cool banter going and that you'd be a fun person to get to know so that's what I'm trying to do. I didn't force you to come back in the store tonight when you knew I'd be working and I didn't tie you up and drag you to Starbucks. So if you don't want to be here, leave! No one is stopping you."
She walks out but instead of gazing at her luscious ass, I'm gazing into my coffee, mistakenly believing that I'll never see her again.
I relive that conversation all the way home, kicking myself for the way I handled it. I ignored every principle I know from my psych classes about using active listening to defuse anger. If I had only listened, asked questions and encouraged her to talk maybe...oh fuck it! I've only seen her twice, so what if she's the most enticing woman I've ever met.
That night I lie in bed replaying the two encounters I've had with Cyn and marvel at how quickly and explosively she flips from teasing to anger. I don't know if this woman is bi-polar or just wound too tight from her sexual frustration and feeling guilty about it. I'd love to relieve her tension and see what happens. I think about how stunning she looks and my cock hardens as I visualize her dark brown skin, her flat stomach and the sensuous curves of her tits and ass.
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Picturing her naked, I reach down and start stroking my fully aroused cock. I wonder how dark and thick her nipples really are and how aroused she'll get when I suck on them. I imagine myself between her dark brown legs lapping up her pussy juice as she achieves her first multiple orgasm. When I think about fucking her doggy style, slapping against her firm, black ass, I shoot my load across my stomach. I fall asleep dreaming of her licking it off and cleaning up my cock with her tongue.
A week later, near the end of my shift, I'm cashiering when I see Cyn enter the store and look around. She walks over and speaks to Jason, who's manning the customer service desk. He points to me at the cash register, she looks over and our eyes meet. I smile, give my customer his change and log off the register. Walking towards Cyn, I notice she's dressed more casually tonight in a light yellow sleeveless blouse and jeans. The top clings in all the right places, accentuating the fullness of her tits, and the jeans show off her shapely hips in ways that her business skirts couldn't. Her tits bounce lightly as she walks up to me.
"Starbucks?" she asks, raising her eyebrows questioningly. "The latte's are on me."
"Sure!" I say, maybe too enthusiastically. "I'll be done her in about ten minutes," I blurt out, checking my watch, "I'll meet you there." Without answering she turns and walks towards the door. I'm entranced by the seesawing action of her ass cheeks inside her tight fitting jeans. They've ridden up in the crack of her ass and the stretched material displays the perfectly round shape of each cheek as she walks. She doesn't have the back shelf kind of ass like some black women, hers is more of a round bubble and I'm dying to squeeze it.
"I owe you an apology," she says as she stirs her coffee, not looking at me. "I let my own frustrations make me angry and I took it out on you." She looks up at me with those provocative eyes. "I'm sorry."
"No!" I counter. "It's me who owes you an apology. I said some things that were really out of line. I was presumptuous and rude and... and..." I've imagined this conversation all week and now, just being this close to her, I'm tongue-tied. "I'm just so glad you're here and I'm sorry about before."
She laughs. "Okay, we're both sorry. Let's start over." She sips her tall Sumatra and I take a drink of my Caramel Machiatto.
Great! Now, remembering my active listening skills, I say sincerely, "you mentioned your frustrations. Do you want to talk about it?"
"You cut right to the chase, don't you?" she asks, smiling. God I love her smile. "The thing I said before, Mike, about you being young and inexperienced. I really meant that. I'm not comfortable discussing my sex life with you."
Don't argue, I tell myself. "I am young," I concede. Use questions. "What if I was more experienced than you think, would you feel differently then?"
"What do you mean?" She leans forward placing her arms on the table in front of her, clearly interested in my answer. Her arms create a cradle for her tits and I'm trying not to stare at the considerable amount of coffee colored cleavage bulging over the scoop neckline of her blouse.
"Well, what if I'm more knowledgeable and skillful in the art of lovemaking than you might expect for someone my age?" I ask, trying to keep her engaged in this discussion, while stealing glimpses of her sexy tits, jammed tightly against each other and overflowing from the top of her cinnamon colored bra. I lean forward to afford us more privacy and my face is only inches from hers. It takes all my willpower not to drop my eyes down to her exposed cleavage. Her scent is breathtaking and my cock is hardening as I continue to explain.
"During my first year at college I rented a room off campus. My landlady was an attractive 43 year-old woman who invited me to... um, partake in some extra-curricular activities. Let's just say, she became my unofficial tutor and taught me some amazing things about how to satisfy a woman." I'm smiling, but it looks like I've done it again.
"Is that what this is about?" she clamors, pulling back from the table, her tits bouncing as she fumes. "You got the taste of an older woman who needed your attention to make her feel young and now you're out to offer your services to other despondent older women? Well, mister, this is one older woman who doesn't need your mercy fuck!" She's starting to stand up again.
"Mercy fuck?" I sputter, incredulously. "Is that what you think this is? Oh, Cyn, you couldn't be farther from the truth. You are the most ravishing woman I've ever met. You're smart, sexy, funny, and beautiful. I haven't stopped thinking about you. I dream about you. I fantasize about you. Mercy fuck? It would be you showing the mercy, if that's what this is." Oh shit! I think I just blew it again. When will I learn to keep my thoughts to myself?
Surprisingly, she slowly sits back down, staring at me. My admission of how I feel about her is hanging in the air between us.
"Ravishing? Who says ravishing anymore?" she laughs. More quietly, she says, "do you really fantasize about me, Mike?'
"I couldn't wait to see you again, Cyn. I was certain that I never would. You can't imagine how excited I am just sitting here talking with you and how scared I am that I'll blow it again and you'll never come back." I take her hand between my two hands and look her in the eyes. "Yes, I fantasize about you. I fantasize that I'm the one who finally makes you feel what you ought to be feeling." I look down at our hands. The contrast of her caramel colored hand between my two pale looking hands conjures up a vision of our bodies, black and white, entwined in the throes of passion. She pulls her hand back breaking the spell, sits back and looks at me.
"My husband," she begins slowly, "is a very religious man. He's not like one of those hypocritical televangelists that you hear about. His religion is all consuming. He was raised to resist temptation. All temptations. In ten years of marriage I've never seen him falter. He doesn't smoke. He doesn't drink or gamble and he especially resists temptations of the flesh. Even my flesh," she sighs. "He believes that God made sex for procreation not recreation." She pauses, sipping her coffee.
I don't say a word. Even though I don't believe for a minute that any guy, including her husband, is going to be satisfied getting laid twice in ten years of marriage. While Cyn is harboring her frustrations, I lay odds that her husband is ministering to his female congregations' most urgent needs, spiritual and otherwise. Quick learner that I am, I don't voice these thoughts.
We sit quietly for a few minutes, neither of us knowing how to move the conversation forward. I'm especially concerned that anything I say will scare her away. Finally, she leans forward conspiratorially and says, "you really slept with your landlady your first year in college?"
"Yeah, I learned a lot, too," I laugh. I don't tell her how much I'd love to show her what I learned. "You know, at orientation they told us that our education doesn't stop when we walk out of class each day. Boy were they right!" Her deep laughter shakes her whole body and she catches me staring at her tits as they bounce up and down.
"I really should be going." She abruptly stands up, somewhat flustered. "It really is nice talking with you Mike. I'm glad we didn't leave things the way they were."
"I'll walk you to your car," I say, standing with her.
She drives a late model Toyota Camry and as she presses the remote, I ask, "so Cyn, can we have coffee again sometime? Please." I open the door for her and as she moves between the open door and the car she leans forward and kisses me quickly on my lips then slides into her seat.
"I'd like that, Mike," she says, looking up at me as I lean on her car door. "Just don't get your hopes up. I enjoy talking with you but I'm not ready to play out your fantasy. I'm a happily married woman." As she closes her door, we both know that happy is a relative term and her confession about her sexual frustration lingers long after she drives off.
My cock is still hard and I'm not looking forward to another night of jacking off in bed. I call Amber's cell phone.
"Hello," she answers on the second ring.
"Hey," I say, "you still at work?"
"Just leaving," she says. "You?" "I'm wondering what you're doing and if you want to come over for awhile. You know, finish what we started in the stockroom last week," I tell her, hoping she'll help me relieve the tension that's keeping my cock hard.
"I can't. I wish I could, but I have to pack for my trip," she says and I remember she's visiting colleges with her parents for the next few days. After a pause, she asks, "where are you?"
"Just down the street. I went for coffee," I answer.
"Why don't you come by here for a minute," she asks teasingly. "I bet we could do something quickly before I have to go home."
"I'll be right there." We talk for a few more minutes and I'm just hanging up as I turn into the bookstore parking lot.
She's parked in the back in a relatively secluded spot and I pull in next to her. She looks very hot in a light green button up blouse and a tan pleated skirt. As I'm getting out of my car she wraps her arms around my neck and starts kissing me on the lips and pushing her tongue in my mouth. I run my hands up and down her back and squeeze her firm young ass cheeks while she grinds her pussy against my hard cock. I break off the kiss and unbutton her blouse.
"I want to see your tits," I say, unhooking the front fastener of her bra, freeing her firm white mounds. She shakes them back and forth playfully before I lean down and suck one nipple in my mouth and roll the other one between my finger and thumb.
"Mmmm, I'm glad you came by, Mike," she says, running her fingers through my hair. Keeping my mouth and my hand on her teen sized tits, I slide my other hand up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. I feel moisture on the front of her thong and push the material between her pussy lips, stroking my finger up and down. Amber spreads her legs and pushes back against my finger. I slip two fingers in the side of her thong and they glide easily up inside her eager, young pussy. I finger fuck her and suck on her tits while she leans against my car moaning softly.
"Wait," she says, pushing back from me just as car lights head toward us then turn away into the adjacent shopping center. Her blouse is open, her bra is dangling at her sides, her pink nipples are hard and her face is flush. She smiles at me as she reaches up under her skirt, bends over and strips off her thong. She holds it up to my nose and I take a deep breath.
"You can taste me next time, "she says, pulling her thong away and kissing me. "Right now, I want you to fuck me." She puts her thong in my shirt pocket, turns around, spreads her legs and bends over my trunk. I lift the back of her skirt exposing her perfect, white ass cheeks and her shiny, wet pussy lips. I drop my pants, freeing my raging hard cock and slide it into her in one smooth stroke.
"Oh Fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me hard!" she says as she stretches her arms out across my trunk, pressing her bare tits against the cold metal of my car, and humps her ass back to meet my strokes. I slam into her, pushing her against the car and slapping my body against her white ass. I close my eyes and it's Cyn I'm fucking, watching my white cock disappear between her thick black pussy lips. She's on all fours on my bed with her ass pushed back to the edge while I stand next to the bed hammering my cock into her pussy. Her chocolate colored tits with their thick black nipples hang down, shaking back and forth with each thrust of my cock.
I feel like I'm going to explode but I hold back, trying a trick I learned from my landlady. She called it the "Rule of Ten". I pull the head of my cock almost all the way out of Cyn's pussy and hold her dark brown hips with my hands so she can't push back against me. I stand there with my cock just barely in her pussy while I count to nine and then slam it deeply into her and hold it there. I pull back again leaving just the head between her thick, wet lips while I count to eight this time before slamming into her twice in quick succession. I continue the sequence counting to seven and pounding three times, then counting to six before taking four hard strokes, etc. The counting keeps me focused on something else while the teasing drives her crazy. When I get down to holding my cock out against her lips for the count of two and slamming into her eight times her pussy is drenched and she's pushing hard against my hands, trying to get my cock deeper into her burning pussy. Finally, with the last count of one, I just keep pounding her sopping wet pussy with my very hard cock.
"Yes! Keep fucking me hard like that! Ohhh Fuck! I'm cumming!" Amber's voice breaks the spell and once again I'm in the bookstore parking lot slamming my cock into the white assed, sexy teenager sprawled across my car. She thrusts back against my cock and I feel her pussy muscles tighten as she rides her first wave of orgasm. I push my cock deep inside of her as I tense my legs, rise up on the balls of my feet and shoot load after load of cum into her tight, young pussy.
I leave my spent cock inside her pulsating pussy while we both catch our breath. Finally, I pull out and Amber stands up, turns around and kisses me passionately on the lips.
"Wow! That was intense!" she says while fastening her bra and buttoning up her blouse. "Someday you'll have to tell me who to thank for the great fuck!" she laughs.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, buckling my belt.
"Look, Mike. I'm young, but not stupid," she says, kissing me on the lips. "The last couple of times we've been together, you've been distracted but your fucking was incredible. Your mind is obviously on someone else while you're fucking me."
"Amber, I..." I start to talk but she puts her fingers to my lips.
"Mike. It's fine. We're not exclusive and I don't mind being a receptacle for your fantasy, especially when I get fucked like this. I'm using you as much as you're using me. Too bad, she doesn't know what she's missing. If you need a letter of recommendation or anything..." she says laughing.
"Amber, you're the best!" I say kissing her and squeezing her ass cheeks, still bare under her skirt.
"Apparently not, but it's okay," she says, pulling her thong out of my pocket and getting in her car without putting it on. "Thanks, Mike. See you next week." A few days later I'm called to the phone at work.
"This is Mike, may I help you?" I say into the phone.
"Yes. This is Cynthia Emry and I'm calling to inquire about the book I ordered." Cyn's voice sounds so formal.
"You're calling from home and can't talk, right?" I answer.
"That's correct."
"Let me guess," I say, "you want to meet after work?" I'm so excited she called that I can barely contain myself.
"Yes, that's why I'm calling," she responds stiffly.
"Starbucks? Buy your own lattes about 9:15?"
"That will be fine. I'll pick it up in a little bit."
"Just so I have the title correct, that's the fantasy book you're looking for this time not the how to book, correct?"
"Yes, that's correct," she sounds like she's stifling a laugh.
"I have it right here. It's titled, Tickling her Fancy Without Batteries." I'm almost laughing now.
"That sounds wonderful. Thank you."
"No. Thank you!" Half an hour later I'm sitting in Starbucks waiting for her, having already ordered for both of us. When she walks in, heads turn. She's that beautiful. She's wearing another sleeveless blouse, beige this time with a scoop neckline, a brown corduroy jacket and her ass hugging jeans.
"What?" she asks as I continue to stare at her after she sits down.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" I ask. "Every person in the place stopped what they were doing when you walked in here." Her face darkens into a blush. The first one I've seen on her.
"Thank you," she says. "That's a nice way to start."
"I'm glad you called," I tell her. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
"I didn't know if you would either," she sighs. "This isn't easy for me."
I wait for her to speak again. She's nervous and appears to be working up to saying something. I sip my latte and wait.
"Mike, you want to help me solve my problems, don't you?" she asks, tentatively.
"Absolutely. At least I'd like to try," I answer honestly.
"I bet you would," she laughs. "What I'm struggling with is, why you? With all the opportunities I've had for something like this, why should it be you?"
"First, because I know why you're doing it," I answer. "Those other guys want to live out their own fantasies; I want to help you achieve yours. Second, with me, you're in control. I don't know your phone number or where you live or if Cynthia Emry is even your real name. You decide when or if we meet and you decide if you want to stop. And finally, we have no connection. I'm not going to cause trouble for you at work. I bet you can't say that about anyone else. This is all about you, Cyn."
"Wow! You're really good!" she says, surprised. "Have you ever considered commissioned sales? I'm recruiting for a few positions."
"I've been thinking about various positions since I met you, but I can honestly say that none of them have to do with sales," I tell her, smiling.
"I'm sure," she says smiling back. "Tell me about your fantasy, Mike."
"Which fantasy is that?" I ask teasingly.
"Your Halle Berry fantasy!" she laughs. "Which fantasy do you think I mean? How many fantasies are you harboring, anyway?" she asks.
"Wow, my fantasy, huh? You sure you want to hear it?" I reach to take her hand, but hesitate. I don't want to scare her. But I needn't have worried because she reaches across to meet mine. We hold hands for a minute before she sits back studying me again.
"Yes, I think I'd really like to hear how you fantasize about me," she says earnestly.
"Okay, it starts slowly with just talking and holding hands," I tell her. "I want us to do this right. It's all about foreplay. Sex isn't just physical, it's mental too."
"Thank you. Dr. Kinsey," she laughs.
"Okay, just the fantasy, not the sex lesson," I say, laughing with her. "After talking and kissing for a while, I'll start the gradual process of undressing you." I look her over, again imagining what she'll look like naked. "It'll be fun," I almost whisper. "I'll undress you very slowly, studying every inch of your body as it's progressively revealed to me."
"You look like you just undressed me in your mind, how did I look?" she smiles.
"Like a goddess. I answer. And that's how I'll treat you. I want to worship at the alter of Cynthia."
"It's Cyn. Please, Mike, don't ever call me Cynthia," she says, clearly upset. "My husband calls me Cynthia. He's the only one who does, so...just don't, okay?"
"Sure, sorry." This woman has more hot buttons than a microwave oven. "Anyway, you'll be completely naked and I'll stay clothed while I slowly explore your entire body. Never having seen you, or..." I'm searching for the right phrase that won't offend her, "any woman of color naked, it'll be a completely new experience for me."
"Woman of color? Oh that's precious!" she laughs again. "Please don't be politically correct with me, Mike. I'm black, just plain black."
"Okay," I say, but there is nothing plain about her. "I've never been with a black woman before and I'm sure I'll be enchanted by your beauty. Now, can I finish my fantasy?" I laugh with her.
"Okay, I won't interrupt you again. Where were you, oh yes, I'm naked and you're enchanted, right," she's smiling, but obviously enjoying herself.
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"Next a foot massage and maybe a hand massage, to relax you. Have you ever had a hand or foot massage while lying naked on a bed?" I lean forward waiting for her reply.
"No," she whispers, "but it sounds nice."
"Oh, it is. Trust me. Imagine yourself naked; lying on your stomach, completely vulnerable and the only parts of you I'll touch are your hands and your feet. It can be quite erotic." I pause and sip my drink. "When you are sufficiently relaxed I'll massage your back, your ass and your legs. I have to tell you that based on what I've seen with your clothes on, your ass is going to distract me for a long time. I can't wait to touch it, kiss it, run my hands over it and massage it for you. When I've thoroughly explored your backside, I'll turn you over and do the same on your front."
"Mmmm," she says, leaning closer to me. Her blouse gaping open, revealing her sizable dark breasts packed into a lacy beige bra. "Please continue."
"Well I've never seen a black woman's breasts other than in the movies, although I admit that seeing Halle Berry naked in that movie "Monster's Ball" was very erotic," I tease.
"Will you forget about Halle Berry for a minute? Breasts are breasts, black or white, okay? Don't expect chocolate milk or anything," she laughs.
"Fine, ruin my fantasy," I say, "no chocolate milk? Then, let's forget the whole thing!" We're both laughing and I watch her bountiful tits bouncing around as I continue. "Still, never having seen your breasts, Cyn, I expect to be quite enamored with them and spend a lot of time exploring them." I look right at her tits as I continue, speaking softly and slowly. "I want to fondle, suckle, nibble and just lose myself in them until they are so aroused and so sensitive that you beg me to move on to the rest of your body." She's leaning forward with her elbow on the table, her hand under her chin, clearly getting into my fantasy as evidenced by the protrusion of her nipples, pushing out the material of her blouse. Thick round knobs, larger than I had imagined, are jutting out, embossing themselves on the front of her top. I pull my eyes up to meet hers as she takes a drink.
"I'll gradually kiss my way down your body, already hypersensitive from the past few hours of massaging and fondling, and is now openly inviting my tongue to explore the absolute top item on my list of places to visit before I die," I say with a completely straight face.
Sputtering and spitting coffee, she's laughing so hard her body shakes. Her tits are bouncing like crazy and my cock is bulging in my pants as I watch her hard nipples jiggling up and down inside her blouse.
"This is number one on your list of places to visit before you die?" she asks glancing at her lap. "That's priceless! Do I even want to know what number two is?" She's wiping her eyes.
"Halle Berry's, where else?" I say.
She hits me playfully. "You sure know how to break a mood, don't you? Come on, Mike, I really want to hear the rest of your fantasy."
"Well the rest of my fantasy is that my tongue thoroughly enjoys it's visit, for as long as it takes to work it's magic." I lean closer and lower my voice even more. "I absolutely love going down on a woman, Cyn, exploring every fold and crevice with my tongue, memorizing where to lick based on her responsiveness and I'm tireless at it. I once ate a girlfriend, off and on, for over four hours. I love the taste and I can never get enough." She's just staring in my eyes, like she's trying to read my mind.
"Wow," she says, almost dreamily, "then, what after that?"
"After you've erupted in an explosive orgasm? Is that the after that you're referring to?" I smile.
"Yeah, I like the sound of that. After the explosive orgasm," she whispers.
"Then nothing. My fantasy stops," I tell her. "It stops because then it's no longer a fantasy. It either becomes a dream or a nightmare, Cyn, and I can't predict which it'll be." I take her hand in mine, move my face inches from hers, and look deeply into her brown eyes. "In the dream version, we make mad passionate love for the rest of the afternoon, until we're both fulfilled to the point of exhaustion. We live happily ever after, meeting as often as we like to satisfy our bodies' lustful demands." I pause.
"And the nightmare version?' she asks, huskily.
"In the nightmare version," I say, more cautiously. "Once the orgasm subsides, your stockpile of conflicting feelings from the past ten years comes crashing down on you in the worse form of guilt imaginable and you leave in tears, regretting having ever met me." We just stare silently at each other.
"Damn!" she finally says, breaking eye contact and pulling her hand from mine. "You are either the most insightfully sensitive man I've ever met or the most manipulative bastard on the planet."
"No in between, huh?" I ask, smiling, "like maybe I just want to bed a sexy black woman but not if it ruins her life."
"An older, black woman," she corrects me, smiling. "I guess I've got a lot to think about, don't I?" she asks, sitting up straight, her bullet like nipples pointing at me from the tips of her full, round tits, drawing my eyes away from her face, as she continues talking. "I guess my choices are to walk away from this and leave you to explore Miss Berry's body or to cut her off at the pass and show you what a real woman is like." She's making light of it but I think it's to keep from facing her choice just yet.
"Cyn." I again reach for her hand. "It's whatever you decide, you're in control. I want to live out this fantasy so much I can taste it, so to speak." She smiles. "But not if it makes you crash and burn, understand?" I give her my cell number. "Call me anytime, night or day. We can meet or just talk or..." She puts her fingers to my lips.
"Shhh. Thanks, Mike. I think I'd better go." I stand up to walk her to her car.
Standing by her car, I pull her to me and press my lips against hers. Her hard nipples crushing against my chest arouses my cock and she responds, putting her arms around my neck and pushing her tongue in my mouth. We kiss hungrily for several minutes before she breaks the kiss.
"Whew," she pants. "I better go."
"You might want to pull your jacket around you when you go into your house," I tell her nodding towards the bumps on her chest.
"Shit! When did that happen?" she asks as she looks down.
""Oh, about 30 minutes ago," I answer, smiling.
"Enjoyed that, didn't you?" She brushes her lips lightly against mine and whispers, "that's nothing, Mike. I better change my wet panties, too." Before I can respond, she gets in her car and drives away.
The next few days drag by with no call from Cyn.
Tuesday morning as I'm on my way to class, my cell phone rings. It's a blocked number, but I answer it anyway.
"Mike? It's Cyn." My cock stirs before I can even answer her.
"Hi," I finally say, "it's great to hear from you." It's 8:45 in the morning and I'm already walking toward my nine o'clock chemistry class.
"What are you doing today?" she asks, somewhat seductively.
"Whatever you want," I answer, ready to blow off my classes in an instant.
"I want your fantasy, Mike," she says, quietly. "You made me so wet telling me about it, I'm sure it's what I need. Can we meet somewhere?" Holy shit! My cock is pushing out my pants as I turn back towards my car.
"Absolutely! Do you want to come to my apartment or meet somewhere else?" I ask her. My roommate has classes all day and I'm trying to remember how our apartment looks.
"Your apartment is great. Are you sure it's okay?" She sounds excited.
"Yeah. My roommate has classes all day so he won't be back until dinnertime. What time?" I am so excited I can hardly talk. I'm almost running to my car.
"Well, I was thinking of right away, unless you need more time," she says.
"No, right away is great!" I throw my books in the backseat and start up my car. I give her my address and speed home to straighten things up.
Half an hour later, I just finish putting dishes in the dishwasher and selecting a light jazz playlist on my IPOD when she's knocking on my door. I open it wearing jeans, a pull over shirt and no shoes.
"You're beautiful!" I say taking her into my arms. She's wearing a pastel green blouse tucked into tight jeans and high-heeled boots. We're kissing passionately before I can even get the door closed. It's obvious that the anticipation level is high for both of us. I decide to slow things down.
"Can I get you something to drink? A coke, coffee or something stronger?" I walk her toward the couch and we sit down. She takes her boots off and tucks her feet under her legs.
"No, thanks I'm fine. What do you mean something stronger? You're not old enough to drink," she teases, kissing me again.
We sit there, kissing on the couch. I'm determined to take this slowly and keep my hands on her back, resisting the urge to touch her breasts or squeeze her ass. She's more aggressive and has one hand cupped around my ass cheek while her other hand is on my neck. Our tongues are entwined and our bodies are pushed against each other.
"Slow down," I whisper, pulling my lips back from hers. "How long can you stay?" I ask her.
"All day," she breathes and starts kissing me even more urgently than before. This woman is hot. I'm wondering how I'm going to slow this down again, when I feel her hand move around my leg and rub up and down the length of my cock. Fuck! I've got to get control here and... Fuck! She's undoing my belt.
I gently grab her wrists and pull them up in front of her, breaking off the kiss. "Cyn, we have all day," I whisper. "There's no need to rush."
"Oh yeah?" she responds. "Maybe your need isn't in a rush, but mine is. Mike, once I decided I could handle this, it's all I've thought about." She twists her wrist out of my grasp and takes my hand, moving it down between her legs. "You can probably feel the heat coming through my jeans. I've been soaking wet just thinking about this."
"Okay," I say. "We don't have to slow to a crawl but let's make it memorable. Come on." I stand up, pulling her up with me. "We'll go to my bedroom." Once there, I sit on the edge of my bed and pull her over to stand between my legs. My face is even with her breasts as I unbutton her blouse. She starts helping me, trying to speed things up but I push her hands away.
"Please," I plead. "Let me undress you," I say, looking in her lustful eyes. "I really want to undress you, Cyn," I whisper and continue undoing her buttons.
Her jeans are so tight I have to unsnap them to pull her blouse out. I push it off her shoulders and she lets it fall to the floor. Her black lace bra can barely contain her full tits, and her hard nipples are pushing against the sheer fabric. I take one in each hand, lifting them as I rub my thumbs across her nipples through the thin material. She lets out a low moan as I plant kisses all over her stomach and continue to rub and pinch her nipples through her bra. Reaching behind her, I find the fastener and release her tits from their lacy bindings. Tossing her bra aside I gaze at the sumptuous feast in front of me. It's so much better than even my vivid imagination could conjure.
Her tits are firm for their size, with two-inch areolas that are so dark they are almost black. Her protruding nipples are over half an inch long and as thick as my pinkie. I wrap my lips around her left nipple, sucking and licking the little black nub while I squeeze her right breast with my hand. She puts one hand on my shoulder while running her other hand through my hair, holding my head to her breast. I suckle at her breasts for a long time, alternating left and right and even burying my face between them. Her nipples are very responsive growing rock hard from my prolonged fondling.
I'm still nibbling on her nipple when I unzip her jeans and start pulling them down. She wiggles and sucks in her breath to help me get them past her hips. I take my mouth off her tit to pull her jeans down to her ankles and she lifts her feet out of them, pushing them away. Her black bikini panties are soaking wet and I push my nose against her crotch, breathing in her scent. She moves her legs apart as I cup her mound through her panties, lightly rubbing my thumb in circles over the thin material.
"Mmmm.," she says dreamily, pushing her pussy against my hand. "That's nice."
I slip my hands inside the waistband of her panties and pull them down, revealing her thick, black patch of hair. As her panties glide to the floor, I cup her ass cheeks and rub my face back and forth against her mound, reveling in the velvety texture of her thick dark bush. I've never felt anything like it. I pull my face back and look up past her large brown tits to her beautiful eyes and ask her if she's ready for her hand and foot massage now.
"You're not still on that massage my hands to relax me fantasy, are you?" she says smiling. "I know this is your fantasy Mike but can we fast forward a little? I need to move a little faster than that. Doesn't all this wetness mean anything to you?" she laughs.
"Okay," I say, chuckling. "We'll skip the hands and feet this time but I really want to massage your ass. Will you lay on your stomach for me?"
"Not until you're undressed!" she says. "This isn't fair. You're starring all goo-goo eyed at my naked treasures and I don't get to see you at all." She starts tugging my shirt up over my head and I don't stop her. When she pulls my pants and boxers down, my fully erect cock springs out, hitting her arm. She wraps her hand around it and starts gently stroking. The sight of her cinnamon colored hand wrapped around my pale white cock is extremely arousing and my cock twitches between her fingers.
"That's what I'm talking about," she says, bending her head down toward my hard cock and licking the precum from the tip.
"Not just yet," I say, stopping her just before she's about to devour my cock. I can't believe I'm foregoing a blowjob but I really want this to be about her. "You first," I tell her. "On the bed."
"Oh, Mike. I thought you said I'm in control," she lightly protests while lying down on her stomach. I catch my breath at my first sight of her magnificent ass. Two perfectly round, dark bubbles squished together forming a black crevice that leads directly to the lush black hair encircling her puffy pussy lips. She spreads her legs a little wider as I start kneading her firm, fleshy cheeks. I study her skin as I plant kisses on her ass. Her chocolate brown coloring gradually darkens becoming almost black between her cheeks and around her pussy. I have my palms flat on her glorious cheeks while I run my thumbs up and down between them, teasing her asshole as she lets out a low moan.
Sliding my thumbs down beside her pussy lips, I massage all around them without touching her pussy. Cyn is pushing her ass up and wiggling around trying to put my hands in contact with her burning, wet pussy. I finally oblige her and rub my thumbs up and down her moist slit, pulling her open and massaging the pink inner sides of her lips. I am captivated by the contrast between the black outside and the pink insides of her pussy lips as I slide two fingers up inside her anxiously awaiting pussy.
"Mmmmm," she moans loudly, pushing her ass up against my hand.
I finger fuck her excruciatingly slowly while continuing to massage her ass cheeks with my other hand. She's humping her ass up off the bed, pushing my fingers deeper into her hot, slick pussy. I lean over and start kissing and biting her dark brown ass cheeks while continuing to slow pump my fingers in and out of her pussy. She's humping more frantically now as I start licking around her ass hole and push my tongue just inside it, reaming around the edges of her tight back door.
"Oh yeah! Oh Mike! That feels... ummm so good," she says while continuing to writhe around on the bed. I keep licking her ass and finger fucking her pussy until she's moving around so much I can't keep my tongue in her asshole. I pull my fingers out and slide my body up on top of her, positioning my cock between her ass cheeks. I kiss her neck and move my mouth close to her ear.
"I want to taste you," I whisper, licking my fingers. "I want to turn you over and lick up all that thick juice you've been making." I'm sliding my cock up and down the crack of her ass and kissing her neck. "I'm going to lick your pussy and suck your clit until you beg me to stop." I pause. "Then I'm going to do it some more."
I slide off of her and let her turn over. Kneeling between her legs I am spellbound by the sight of her naked flesh. Her large smooth tits lying high on her chest are tipped by hard black nipples bulleting straight out from her large areolas. Her flat brown stomach becomes almost black around her naval and then gradually turns brown again before disappearing behind her thick pillow of black hair. The triangular patch acts as an arrow pointing me to her shiny, black pussy lips.
Bending forward, I breathe in her scent again. It's much stronger now since she's been creaming for the past half hour. Her pussy lips are glistening with her thick juices and begging to be licked but I ignore them. I tease her first by licking her inner thighs, then all around her pussy without touching her lips. She's squirming on the bed, trying to push her lips against my tongue. Slipping my arms behind her knees, I raise her legs off the bed and lower my face to her flaming, wet slit. Flattening my tongue to its full width, I take one long, slow stroke from her ass all the way to her clit.
"Oh god! Yes!" she yells. "Eat me, Mike. Please! Eat my pussy!" I push my tongue just between her steamy, dripping lips and begin lapping at her juices that have built up inside her. Her taste is arousing and my cock is rock hard as I tongue fuck her and eat her delectable cream. She's pushing her ass off the bed and spreading her legs wider, trying to suck my tongue deeper inside her sweet black pussy. While sliding my tongue in and out of her delicious cavern, I watch her aroused pink clit peek out from under its fleshy black hood. This is what I like about fucking in the daylight; you can see everything. I slide my tongue up to her clit and lick gently around it several times before sucking it into my mouth.
"Oh yeah! That's what I need!" she breathes as I slip two fingers deep inside her fiery, juice-filled hole and continue to suck her thick, pink clit. She's thrusting her hips up, pulling my fingers deeper into her while grinding her clit against my tongue. I suck her clit completely inside my mouth and flick my tongue across the tip of it as I continue to finger fuck her pussy.
"I'm cumming!" Cyn yells, "Just keep doing that! Oh yeah! Keep doing everything just like that!" She clenches her pussy around my fingers, jerking wildly as her whole body shakes. Her head and shoulders come up off the bed as her orgasm overtakes her and she gushes creamy juice all over my fingers and down her ass cheeks. I shift my mouth from her still protruding clit and start hungrily lapping up her delicious flow of syrup. I watch her chest heave and her tits swell as she gulps air into her lungs. I keep lapping up more and more of her thick, tasty cream and it just keeps flowing. I'm trying to lick her clean but she continues to ooze syrupy nectar while she catches her breath.
"You have an amazing tongue, Mike," she pants. "I've needed that release for so long!" She tugs at my head trying to get me to move up her body but I just stay where I am licking her juices from around her lips and between her ass cheeks. Her taste and aroma intoxicate me and I never want to stop eating her.
"I'm not done down here," I say, looking up at her while running my tongue between her thick black pussy lips. "That wasn't explosive enough yet. I'm sure I can do better with a little practice." I'm smiling at her. "I was just so overwhelmed with the experience of being here with you that I couldn't concentrate."
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"You're kidding, right!" she says. "What happens when you concentrate?"
"You'll see," I answer, returning my face to her crotch and sucking her pussy lips into my mouth. Turning my head sideways, I alternate nibbling on each of her lips. Sucking each one into my mouth and gently holding it between my teeth as I lightly run my tongue up and down the entire length of her pussy lip.
"Holy shit! What are you doing?" she moans, squirming her ass around on the bed. "What is that? You learn this stuff from that landlady of yours?" I don't answer. I just push my tongue deep inside her pussy and insert one finger in beside it. I twist my finger all around getting it sopping wet then slowly slide it out and smear a path up and down between her pussy and her asshole. I continue tongue fucking her and dipping my finger in for more lubricating juice as she moans and writhes in response. I skim my wet finger in a circular motion around her asshole before going back for more of her thick lubricating cream.
When she's almost whimpering from my machinations, I move my mouth to her clit and slip the tip of my finger in her ass. I'm sucking her clit while pushing my finger a little farther into her asshole and pinching and massaging her pussy lips between the thumb and index finger of my other hand. The simultaneous sensations are overwhelming and she starts bucking feverishly against my mouth and hands.
"Oh God! I can't even tell what you're doing! It's just incredible! It's... It's everything at once! Oh fuck! I'm going to cum again!" I'm leaning my weight on her and trying to keep her from bucking my mouth off her clit as she starts feeling the first wave of her orgasm. I keep sucking her clit, pinching her pussy lips and massaging the inside of her asshole as she thrashes around on the bed. When she spreads her legs even wider trying to reach that next plateau, I bury my index finger all the way inside her ass and gently bite her clit. She literally explodes, gushing hot frothy cream over my hands while her body convulses, shaking my lips loose from her clit. I return my tongue to her pussy, hungrily lapping up the thick gooey sauce flowing freely from her lips. Her taste and aroma are overwhelmingly strong and I'm almost lightheaded by the time the last trickle oozes out and I remove my face from her matted bush.
I stop briefly to suckle her rigid, black nipples as I lick and kiss my way up her body, now glistening from the exertion of her two orgasms. Pressing my lips to hers, she eagerly sucks my pussy soaked tongue into her mouth, kissing me with unbounded lust. My throbbing cock is paused at the threshold of her sensual furnace, rubbing against the doorway, begging for admittance. She raises her knees off the bed, spreads her legs wide apart and sucks the entire length of my rod deep into her hot, slick love canal. Tighter than I expected, undoubtedly from years of neglect, her steaming pussy envelops my cock like a glove and her inner muscles massage the sides as I glide in and out of her well lubricated hole, using long slow strokes. I can't believe this is really happening! This time I'm not going to open my eyes and suddenly be fucking Amber, having imagined all this.
We're still kissing passionately, our tongues lustfully entwined as we pick up rhythm and speed and I move feverishly toward my long awaited release. I really want us to cum together and I try desperately to hold back my own climax awaiting a signal from her that she's ready to join me. I reach between us and pinch her thick nipples, stretching them out from her chest as I start pounding into her faster and harder. She's thrusting up against me jamming her pleasure button hard against my pelvic bone.
"Oh my god! Mike! I can't... believe... it's building... up again!" She's speaking in gasps, sucking air into her lungs between words. "This has... never... happened... before! It's like... Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck Me! Harder, Mike! Harder!" She's panting and twisting her head from side to side as she bucks her ass off the bed slamming her burning pussy up around my hard cock. I'm so fucking close, trying to hold back, waiting for that one rapturous moment when our physical frenzy transcends mere pleasure and becomes an all-encompassing ecstasy. I don't know if I can make it.
"I'm cumming!" Cyn finally yells. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Fuck!" She clenches her pussy muscles around my cock, raises her shoulders off the bed and digs her nails into my back. That's all it takes for me, I let go and my body jerks violently shooting multiple streams of cum deep inside her hot, quivering pussy. Our bodies, tense and shuddering, lock themselves in a vice-like grip and vibrate together toward our mutual crescendo.
We collapse on the bed, her trembling body shivering beneath me, her breasts swelling and pushing her hard nipples into my chest as we both gulp air deep into our lungs. We just lay there for several minutes trying to breathe. As we start to come down from our exhilarating peak, we hold each other tight and start kissing again. Cyn is the first one to speak.
"I'm going to put that landlady of yours on my Christmas list!" she laughs, running her hands up and down my back.
"Explosive?" I ask leaning my head up so I can see her face. Her hair is damp and matted to her forehead, her sweat soaked body glows in the aftermath of three intense orgasms.
"Uh huh," she nods. "Like dynamite," she smiles dreamily. "That was really your first taste of a black woman? How did you like it?"
"Um... It was like candy," I say, "a thin chocolate coating over a deliciously thick cream filled center." She laughs and I add, "but I liked it best when we finally added the nuts."
"You're crazy, you know that?" she says, brushing her lips against mine.
"And you are ravishing!" I say. "I don't care whether you like the word or not. You are ravishing!"
"I don't feel very ravishing right now," she says. "I feel sweaty and depleted and... wonderful! Thank you, Mike. God, I thought I'd never find you. I've been looking for so long."
"What do you mean, looking for me?" I ask.
"Well, someone like you. You don't really think I came into that bookstore to buy a book do you?" She flexes her pussy muscles, moving her hot juice around my spent cock. "Do I feel like someone who has trouble with orgasms?" she asks. "We've been all over town to bookstores, video stores... don't get me started on the sleazy guys in video stores."
"We?" I ask, "Who's we?" I'm about as confused as I've ever been. I lean up and stare into her eyes.
"Calm down," she says, pulling me back against her. "I'll tell you the whole story." She leans back staring at the ceiling and begins speaking in a low voice. "Most of what I've told you is true. My husband is a minister and he does neglect my needs but not for the reasons I gave. He belongs to a men's fellowship group that worships every Thursday night. Except one of my friends found out that what they're worshiping is white pussy. We live in a mixed neighborhood with a fully integrated congregation. There is no shortage of women in our church who are aching to experience a black man reaming their snowy white pussies, all the better if the black man is the pastor of their church!" she says angrily.
"There are three of us black wives who got together to decide what to do about it. We call ourselves the neglected black housewives. At first we were going to confront our husbands. Then we asked ourselves why couldn't we just play their game, and we went looking for white men to satisfy our needs. We didn't want to go to bars or clubs so we began frequenting bookstores, video stores and coffee shops."
"So getting angry and leaving, that was all an act?" I ask incredulously.
"I was just testing you, Mike," she says, reassuringly. "There is no shortage of white men looking for black pussy and I didn't just want an affair. I wanted... well, I wanted what you just gave me." She's again kissing me and running her fingers through my hair.
"Testing me?" I'm nearly speechless, thinking back over our conversations and seeing them all in a different light. "I must have passed huh?"
"Well, on the oral exam... A. On the fill in the blanks, um... very full." She laughs and then says, "I was also teasing you. Aren't you the one who said that sex is not just physical; it's mental? What would have happened if I had come on to you the first time we met? Would we have had the amazing sex we just had? Wasn't your anxiety part of the foreplay?" She's smiling, but I realize she's right.
"Wow!" Is all I can say.
"At first, I really thought you were too young but you were very persuasive and when you told me your fantasy, well... here we are. Wait until I tell the girls about you!" she says enthusiastically. "You're going to love them."
"I'm going to meet these... what are they? Neglected black housewives?" I'm looking at her with disbelief.
"Oh Mike, they're looking for their own white men but you, Honey. You're too good not to share. What you did to me is indescribable. They'll have to experience it to believe it. I wouldn't believe it myself if I wasn't right here. Three big orgasms! It wouldn't be right for me to keep you to myself."
"I don't have a say in this?" I laugh, but thinking about the implications of what she's saying is stirring familiar feelings in my groin. I'm still lying on top of her with my cock resting inside her saturated pussy.
"Sure, but once you meet them, the only problem will be saving enough of you for myself," she says as she starts rocking her hips and squeezing her pussy around my recovering cock.
"Michelle, we call her Shelly, is 40, older than me but not as old as your landlady tutor," she smiles. "She's a little shorter than I am with slightly darker skin and a firm well-proportioned body. From the stories she tells, I think she has a few tricks that'll add considerably to your education," she laughs again and starts to rock a little bit more.
Barbara is 29 and looks like Halle Berry," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Really! People tell her that all the time. She's light skinned with a figure that we all envy." I can't imagine Cyn envying anyone's figure and I tell her so.
"Nice of you to say but you haven't met Barbara," she smiles. "You tried to be subtle whenever you were checking out my tits at Starbucks," she says knowingly, "with Barbara's I'm pretty sure you'll just gawk; every man does." She's undulating her hips against my fully recovered cock. "So what do you say? Are you up for it?"
"I will be if you keep doing that," I answer, picking up the rhythm of her hips and sliding my cock in and out of her sopping, wet pussy. "Yeah, What the hell. When do I meet these ladies?"
"Thursday night of course," she laughs, rolling us over and putting herself on top of me. She sits up straight and, without moving around, starts massaging my cock with her pussy. I've never been with a woman who could control her pussy muscles like this. It's incredible and I'm just about to tell her when she starts a rolling motion with her hips.
"You think you're the only one with tricks?" she asks. "You like this?" She reaches for my hands and puts them on her tits. Her hair is still matted to her head and little droplets of sweat run down between her beautiful brown breasts. I rub my palms in a circular motion around her hard nipples and squeeze her bountiful tits. She's rolling her hips forward, sliding my hard cock in and out of her pussy while clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around me. It's the most incredible sensation I've ever felt.
"You are amazing!" I tell her, pinching her thick, black nipples and kneading her large brown tits. I feel her juices running down my ass as she continues rolling her hips in a rippling motion over my cock and milking it with her pussy muscles. I'm picking up her rhythm and pushing my cock up deeper into her enflamed pussy.
Leaning forward and dangling her tits over my face, she whispers in my ear, "and you haven't even seen what I can do with my mouth, yet." I grab one of her nipples between my teeth and suck it hard before she pulls back. "They're pretty sensitive right now, Mike," she says, picking up her speed, riding me harder and faster. I'm bucking wildly on the bed, thrusting my cock up into her while she bounces up and down, rolling her clit against me and holding her tits with her hands to keep them from slapping against her chest. I slide my hand between her legs and help her along by massaging her clit with my thumb. She rides me into a deeply intense orgasm that has her moaning and screaming my name.
"Mike! Oh Fuck! Mike!" she yells, riding out wave after wave of pleasure until she collapses on my chest just as I shoot my load inside her quivering pussy. I love the feel of her hard nipples pushing into my chest, as we lay there until our breathing returns to normal.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll clean you up," she says, kissing me. A few minutes later she comes out of my bathroom with a wet washcloth.
"This probably isn't what you thought when I said I'd clean you up," she chuckles, "but I never really liked the taste of my own juice." She sits on the bed beside me and gently lays the hot washcloth across my cock. It feels nice as she wraps my cock and balls in the steamy cloth, massaging away all traces of her juice. I spread my legs as she runs the washcloth over my thighs and lift my knees so she can get the juice that ran down to my ass.
Tossing the washcloth on the floor, she kneels between my knees and lightly licks the length of my cock. Her breasts hang low on either side of my cock and with her hard black nipples brushing against my thighs, she coats my cock with her saliva. She makes eye contact as she slips my semi-erect cock between her lips and gently sucks me completely inside her mouth. Her mouth is wet and warm, and with the sight of my white cock disappearing between her black lips and her tongue darting all over my cock, I recover quickly. As my cock hardens within her mouth, she slowly pulls back and moves her lips up and down the entire length of my shaft. I'm getting as turned on from watching her as I am from the sensations of her lips and tongue caressing my cock.
When I'm fully erect, she pulls her mouth off of me and positions my cock between her tits, rubbing them up and down my shaft. Wet from her saliva, my cock glides easily between her tits and I marvel at this new sensation. I've never tit fucked before and I'm thinking how great it is, when she leans her head down and sucks the head of my cock into her mouth while continuing to slide her tits down my slippery cock. I'm pushing up against her now, sliding my cock between her tits and into her mouth.
"That is so fucking awesome!" I shout. "I've never felt anything like it." I'm starting to bounce my ass off the bed trying to get more of my cock in her mouth, but she keeps her tits tightly wrapped around it, leaving only the head exposed to enter her mouth each time I push up. She's driving me crazy, not letting any more than the head into her mouth. As erotic as it is watching my white cock slide between her massive, dark tits, and as great as it feels, it's not even close to the feel of her warm, wet mouth and I want more of my cock in there.
She knows how to tease, and my cock just keeps getting harder and harder, gliding between her tits. Finally, she pushes her body up until just her nipples are resting on my thighs and her mouth is still wrapped around the head of my cock. She lifts her head and slides back, pulling my cock with her. When my cock is pointing directly at the ceiling, she slides her lips all the way to the base and buries the head in her throat. She holds it there, not moving, and then slowly slides her lips up the entire length while pulling my cock back towards my feet. When she lays her chin on the bed between my legs, with just a little more than the head inside her mouth, my cock is stretched all the way down pointing at my feet. She lies there, looking at me, her eyes sparkling as she flicks the underside of my cock with her tongue and sucks on the head.
"Oh my God, Cyn!" I yell, panting and trying to hump my cock deeper into her mouth but can't move it from this position. "That feels so good! You are amazing!" I just lie there reveling in the sensation of my cock stretched all the way down between my legs and her tongue and mouth dancing around my cock head, when she slides her hand up and starts gently stroking my balls. My cock is so fucking hard but there is no way to get the motion going that will give me release. She just keeps teasing and teasing and teasing. I keep trying to hump her mouth but it's futile. Finally, she lifts her chin from the bed, allowing my cock to move into an upright position and she again slides her lips up and down my shaft. I thrust my cock into her mouth while she continues to stroke my balls and bob her head up and down. In no time at all, I'm jerking wildly and shooting thick streams of cum into her mouth. She swallows every drop and keeps sucking until I'm completely spent. She engulfs my softening cock entirely in her mouth and just holds it there with a subtle sucking motion while I lie back on the bed completely drained. Pushing my cock around her mouth with her tongue, she lazily cleans me up with her saliva.
"Damn, Cyn! I came harder than I've ever come before. You have just ruined me for anyone else in the entire fucking world!" I tell her, meaning it.
"Does that mean you don't want to meet Shelly and Barbara?" she asks, moving her body over mine and laying her head on my sweat-soaked chest. "Shall I just keep you for myself?"
"You decide, Cyn." I say, stroking her hair. "You're in control, remember."
Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02 - Interracial Love
Mike meets Cyn's friends her sexy niece
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"So how is this Thursday night thing supposed to work?" I ask Cyn, while we cuddle naked on the bed, having exhausted ourselves in my shower.
"I'm not really sure, Mike." She confesses. "We've never invited anyone to join us before. I'll call you after I talk with Barbara and Shelly." She says, while drawing circles on my chest with her fingertip.
We've been in bed all day and took a much-needed break about half an hour ago for a shower. While lathering soap on each other, Cyn smiled seductively and turned around. When she bent over and rubbed her luscious ass up and down against my hard cock, I couldn't resist. With her hands braced against the tile wall for support, I pounded into her hungry pussy from behind.
"Call them now." I suggest as I plant kisses all over her luscious brown tits. "Let me listen in."
"I don't know, Mike." She says, as I suck her thick black nipple into my mouth.
"Come on, Cyn." I say, between nibbles. "What are you trying to hide?"
We go back and forth for a few minutes, but I finally convince her. Using her cell with the speakerphone engaged, she calls Barbara, who coincidentally is on the phone with Shelly.
"Cyn?" Barbara says excitedly. "We were just talking about you. Hold on, while I conference Shelly in." She says. We hear a click and Cyn rolls onto her stomach, smiling at me as Shelly comes on the line.
"Well?" Shelly says. Cyn mouths her name to me, so I can associate the voices.
"Well." She pauses dramatically. "He's coming over Thursday night to meet both of you." Cyn says laughing. She's leaning up on her elbows, holding the phone close to her cheek. I love how her tits look, hanging temptingly between her arms. My cock stiffens at the mouthwatering sight of her thick black nipples crushed against the white sheet.
"Wait a minute." Barbara says, Cyn mouths Barbara. "Isn't that pretty fast? I mean... you hardly know this guy!" "Oh, I know him." Cyn says, running her eyes over my naked body. "I know every inch of him." She laughs again, her large brown tits jiggling against the sheet.
"Details." Shelly says, but before Cyn can answer, Barbara cuts her off.
"Come on, Cyn. What do you really know about him?" She asks, cautiously.
"Well, I got here around nine and by lunch time I'd already had four orgasms." Cyn smiles at me, appreciatively. "I've lost track since then." She says.
"I don't mean that! It's not all about sex!" Barbara says.
"The hell it's not!" Shelly cuts in. "That's exactly what this is about. Give us the details, girl! He recovers that fast?" Shelly says, laughing.
"Well he's pretty resilient, but he used his mouth for the first two." Cyn says, blowing me a kiss. "And what a talented tongue! My God! I've never cum so hard!" She says.
"That's not enough." Barbara says. "Are you sure you want him in your house, knowing where you live? Do you trust him?"
"Barbara." Cyn says, calmly. "He's a sweet guy, He focuses totally on my needs, he's very loving and yes, I trust him." She smiles at me.
"That's good enough for me." Shelly says, definitively. "What did you tell him about us?" She asks, excitedly.
"I told him the truth and asked if he wanted me to share him with you. He wants to meet you and see where it goes." She says, caressing my inner thigh with her hand. "He's not a gigolo, he's just a guy I met. We'll have to see what happens." I move closer to Cyn and my eyes devour her incredible body. Her shapely brown thighs come together in the fleshy firmness and dark skin tone of her perfect ass. As I caress her cheeks, she spreads her legs, inviting my hand to explore between them.
"I don't know." Barbara says. "What happens if your husband comes home early... or if the kids see him? You're taking a big chance bringing him to the house." "We're not going to fuck him at the house." Cyn pants, as I run my finger up and down between her moist pussy lips. "He's just going to meet you."
"I want four orgasms!" Shelly says. "I trust Cyn's judgment and I'll fuck him Thursday night."
"Not at her house!" Barbara says exasperatedly "Maybe we should meet somewhere else." She says. "Maybe like a restaurant or a bar or somewhere."
"Yeah, that won't attract too much attention." Cyn says, smiling at me as I slip a finger between her wet cunt lips. "How about this?" She asks, talking rapidly into the phone. "I'll rent a room for Thursday night at that hotel downtown and we'll see who ends up in it, okay?" She says, stifling a moan, as I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy. "I've got to go!" She breathes.
"Sounds good!" Shelly says. "I'll dress for the occasion." "Whatever!" Barbara says, hanging up.
"You are stunning!" I tell Cyn as she ends her phone call and tosses her cell phone aside.
"Stunning?" She smiles. "I thought I was ravishing." She teases, raising her ass up and spreading her legs farther apart.
"Stunning, ravishing, captivating, delicious." I smile. "Pick your adjective." I say, using my other hand to squeeze her sumptuous ass cheeks. Cyn rises up on her hands and knees and pushes back against my fingers, as they rapidly piston in and out of her increasingly wet pussy.
"Whatever you want to call it." She says, wiggling her ass and pushing back against my hand. "Right now, why don't you put that thing back where it belongs." She says, smiling over her shoulder at my hard cock.
"Is this where it belongs?" I ask, kneeling behind her and rubbing my cockhead up and down between her wet pussy lips.
"Mmmmm." She moans, thrusting her ass back towards me and impaling herself on my rigid pole. "More like this!" She says, grinding her ass against me, as I grip her hips and start pumping in and out of her.
"Oh yeah!" She cries, as I pick up the rhythm and watch my cock slide in and out of her fur-trimmed hole. "I can't get enough of you." She breathes, as I marvel at the sight of her thick, black pussy lips gliding back and forth along the length of my cock.
"Oh yes! Fuck me harder, Mike!" She yells and I close my eyes and start slamming into her, yanking her ass back against me, as I thrust forward. I'm pounding into her like a jackhammer and her pussy is on fire! I can feel the heat emanating from her slick, velvety pussy walls, as my hard cock pummels her smoldering hole.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh!" She cries on each downward stroke of my cock. "Oh fuck!" She screams. "I'm cumming again!" She pants, as she rams one of her hands between her legs and starts frantically rubbing her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeeeeeaaaah!" She cries, clenching her pussy muscles around my cock, as her orgasm shakes her body and jiggles her ass cheeks against me. My cock responds to her quivering grip and I ram it all the way home, erupting in a fountain of cum deep inside her pulsating pussy. My hands continue holding her hips, as I jerk against her firm round ass cheeks, spewing several smaller loads, before I'm completely spent.
I follow her, as she lowers her body to the bed, her pussy muscles keeping my cock trapped inside her saturated hole. I kiss her neck as I settle my body against her back. We lay there for quite some time, catching our breath.
I still can't believe that Cyn finally called and said she wanted to get together. I immediately blew off my classes and it's been well worth it! She's insatiable and I'm sure we would keep going into the night, if she didn't have to go home to her husband and kids.
"I'll call you if I can, but we are definitely on for Thursday night, right?" Cyn says, as she digs through her purse for her car keys. "God! This was wonderful!" She says, kissing me hard on the lips.
"Yes it was." I say, as she steps out the door. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I pound my fist against the wall. What a day! We actually hooked up! I'm almost jumping up and down. Now I just have to get Thursday night off.
I call Amber to see if she'll take my Thursday shift. She says she can do it but she has to cancel a commitment she made to her parents. I hold on while she talks to them.
"Yeah, I can do it!" She says, when she gets back on the phone.
"Thanks Amber. I'll owe you for this." I tell her sincerely.
"And I'll collect." She says, teasingly.
"It's a deal." I tell her.
"Actually Mike." She continues. "There is a big favor you can do for me, and I'll owe you, big time!" She says.
"Sure, what is it?" I ask.
"Well..." She hesitates. "There's this party Friday night for all the cheerleaders in my squad. I don't have anyone to go with and it would be so cool if I showed up with a college guy. If you'd... you know... like... pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for the party!" She adds. "I would be forever in your debt."
"Forever in my debt, sounds perfect." I didn't even know Amber was a cheerleader, but the idea of a high school cheerleader party sounds intriguing. "I'm not working and I don't have any plans, of course I'll do it." I tell her. "Do I get all the normal boyfriend privileges?" I tease.
"You already get those, Mike!" She says. "What more privileges are there?" She laughs. "You're the best! I'll text you with the details. Thanks, Mike!"
"Thanks for covering my shift Thursday night." Hanging up, I lie back on my bed trying to imagine what will happen Thursday night at Cyn's house.
Cyn calls on Wednesday and we talk for about half an hour.
"I wasn't sure if I'd talk to you before tomorrow night." I tell her.
"I woke up this morning and felt empty." She says quietly. "Like I was trapped between the incredible memories of yesterday and the exciting anticipation of tomorrow, but nothing for today. I had to call you." She says. "Just to hear your voice."
"I wasn't sure how you'd feel about yesterday, once you got home." I tell her. "I wondered if you'd want to see me again once you'd gotten your revenge out of your system."
"It's not about revenge, Mike." Cyn says, trying to explain. "When I found out about my husband's infidelities, I wanted to confront him and have it out. Shelly was the level headed one, who made me think through the consequences of that." She says and I hear her take a deep breath.
"I realized that I didn't want my marriage to end. There's a lot I still love about my husband and he's a great father to our kids." Cyn says. "But once I decided not to confront him, I needed a way to live with his infidelity. Just ignoring it, and going on as if nothing happened, would make me feel like some pathetic, submissive housewife and I knew I would hate myself for it." She takes another breath and I wait for her to continue.
"It took a while to work through it, but I finally realized that if we were both fucking around, I could look him in the eye and not feel humiliated." Her voice has gradually gotten quieter. "Does that make any sense?" She asks, nearly whispering
"Yeah." I answer. "I'd never thought about it like that." I say honestly. "But it has a weird logic to it." I answer. "Do Shelly and Barbara feel the same way?" I ask.
"I'm not sure." She says. "You heard them on the phone, yesterday." She laughs. "Shelly wants to jump your bones and Barbara... I don't know." She says. "We'll see tomorrow night."
"I can hardly wait." I tell her. It's only after I hang up that I realize that's the third version I've heard of why she wanted to hook up with me. Oh well, all is fair in love and sex... I guess.
Thursday night, I arrive early, nervous as hell. After changing three times, I finally decided to just wear a pair of khakis and a button down dress shirt. The house is five minutes from the bookstore, in a nice neighborhood with manicured lawns and expensive landscaping.
I'm about to ring the bell, when the door swings opens and two little kids burst out, dragging a teenage girl behind them.
"Wait!" She laughs. "Not so fast." She says, almost running into me.
"Oh! Hi." She says, stopping dead in her tracks and holding onto a little boy's hand. "Can I help you?" I'm almost speechless. She looks enough like Cyn to be her daughter, but she's a teenager, so she couldn't be.
"I'm here to see Cynthia Emry." I stammer. Her short black hair barely covers her ears, which are adorned with hoop earrings and several silver piercings. She's wearing tight, low slung, blue jeans and a black v-necked sweater that accentuates the soft curves of her medium sized tits.
"Aunt Cyn!" She yells through the open door. "Someone's here to see you." She smiles. "I'm Jasmine." She says, disengaging her hand from the little boy and extending it to me.
"Mike Judd." I say, shaking her hand and enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh.
"Come on, Jas." The little boy says. "Let's go." He's tugging at her arm, trying to get her off the porch.
"I'm taking them roller skating." She says, shrugging. "I better go. Aunt Cyn should be down in a minute." She assures me, bending over to pick up the little girl. Her sweater rides up above her jeans as she bends over, revealing a black thong stretched across the top of her ass, with a thin strip of it disappearing into her tight jeans.
"Hi Mike." Cyn says from the doorway, catching me staring at the sway of Jasmine's sexy round ass, while she carries the little girl to the car.
"Hi." I say, as I step into the house. "Your kids are cute." I say, not to mention your niece!
"Thanks. You're a little early." She says, kissing me on the cheek. "I thought they'd be gone before you got here." She's dressed in jeans and a yellow sleeveless blouse that I think I've seen her wear to the bookstore. She looks beautiful and the memories of Tuesday stiffen my cock, as I step closer to her.
"Sorry." I say, kissing her on the lips. "You look delicious." I tell her, as I squeeze her ass cheek through her jeans. "Is anyone else here?"
"Not yet. Shelly and Barbara should be here any minute." She says, leading me into the living room. "Make yourself comfortable." She says, gesturing to the couch. "Would you like a coke?"
"That'd be great." I answer. "I'm a little nervous about this, Cyn." I confess, as she walks towards the kitchen. Her jeans hug her firm ass cheeks and I'm distracted by the seesawing action, which I assume she's exaggerating for my benefit.
"Yeah. Me too." She smiles at me over her shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." She calls from the kitchen.
"I hope so." I call back, as the doorbell rings.
"Get that, will you, Mike?" Cyn says, as she walks into the living room carrying two cokes and a plate of cookies.
"Sure." I say, jumping up from the couch and answering the front door.
"You must be Mike!" Shelly says. I'm pretty sure it's Shelly because of her voice and Cyn's description. She steps into the entryway, wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm Shelly." She says, keeping her hands on my back and her large tits crushed against my chest. "And you're gorgeous!" She exclaims, leaning back to look me over, while she keeps her hands on my waist. She's shorter than Cyn, and when I look down at her, all I see are tits. She's wearing a scoop necked top and her huge black tits are barely contained by her lacy black bra.
"Thank you." I say, tearing my eyes away from her significant cleavage to look at her face. "I'm very glad to meet you." I say, as I take in her features. She has a pretty face; much darker than Cyn's and her hair is almost shoulder length.
"I'm Barbara." I hear from behind Shelly. "Nice to meet you too." She says, sarcastically as she pushes past us into the living room. I catch a glimpse of her face as she walks by and damn if she doesn't look like Halle Berry! Her hair is in tight braids against her head, cascading down into loose ringlets that brush against her shoulders as she walks. She's wearing a knee length skirt that is stretched tightly across the curves of her ass, a form-fitting turtleneck that clings in all the right places, and brown thigh-high boots. She has light brown skin and a body that is absolutely breath taking.
"Don't mind her." Shelly says, keeping her arm around my waist as we walk into the living room. "She'll warm up to you soon enough." She says. Fuck! I hope so! I watch Barbara sit down on one of the chairs opposite the couch and her skirt rides up her light brown thighs. Her expression seems to be a mixture of apprehension and disgust. Shelly and I sit side by side on the couch and she wraps her arm through mine, crushing her ample breast against me.
"He's wonderful!" Shelly says to Cyn, who is just sitting down in the chair next to Barbara.
"I think so." She says quietly, as she watches Barbara's reaction. We make small talk for a while, Cyn drawing me into the conversation to talk about my classes. Shelly can't keep her hands still, rubbing up and down my arm or across my back, dipping her fingers inside the waistband at the back of my pants. She's sitting about as close as possible without being on my lap and our thighs are pressed against each other.
"Jesus, Shelly!" Barbara cries. "You're acting like a damn dog in heat!" She says, exasperatedly. "Give it a rest!" She says, fidgeting around on her chair and unknowingly giving me a glimpse of her black panties, as she uncrosses and crosses her legs.
"And you!" Barbara says, turning her icy glare towards me. "You must think you died and woke up in a vat of chocolate, or something! Sitting here all smug, like you're some plantation owner picking out which slave girl to fuck!" My mouth drops open and I start to speak, but Shelly beats me to it.
"Look." Shelly says, pulling her hands away from me, as she leans forward on the couch. "Don't judge me, Barbara!" She says, pointing her finger across the coffee table. "I work 45 hours a week helping troubled kids trying to find purpose in their life. Then I go home to the typical demands of a wife and mother; cooking, housework, homework, you name it! If I want to spend a few hours on a Thursday night doing what I want to do, even if that's acting like a slut, then I damn well can. I know what I'm doing and I know what my husband's doing while I'm here doing it!" She says, sitting back on the couch, her large tits rising and falling with her increased breathing.
"And don't say those hateful things to Mike!" Cyn says. "He's here because I invited him. He's only known about you and Shelly for two days. He's probably more stunned than smug. And where the hell did that slave analogy come from?" She asks, rhetorically. "You've got some real issues, girl.
"I'm sorry." Barbara says, standing up and heading towards the door. "This just isn't working for me, okay?" She says. I watch her beautiful ass sway towards the door, while Shelly cuddles back up to my side.
"Don't let her break our mood, lover." Shelly whispers in my ear, quickly shifting gears, as Cyn hurries after Barbara. "I want to be your slut for the evening, doing every nasty thing you want to do." She whispers, while rubbing her hand up and down my thigh.
"Will you let me be your slut, Mike?" She asks, nibbling on my ear, while brushing her fingers along my stiffening cock.
"Yeah, Shelly." I answer, glancing down at her large black tits, ballooning out of the cups of her bra. "You can be my slut." I whisper, turning my face to brush my lips against hers.
"Oooo." She coos. "I'm going to have fun with this." She whispers, gripping my fully erect cock through my pants. "I've got plans for you." She says, slipping her tongue into my mouth and pushing her tits harder against my arm.
"You two look like you're ready to use that room." Cyn says, as she walks back into the house.
"We are!" Shelly says, disengaging herself from me. "Aren't we lover?" She asks. As I stand up, my hard cock tents the front of my pants and I look sheepishly at Cyn. I know it's weird, but I almost feel like I'm cheating on her.
"It's okay, Mike." Cyn smiles, like she's reading my thoughts. "That's why you're here, right?" She says, handing me a hotel room key.
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"You two have fun and I'll call you tomorrow." Cyn says, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me softly on the lips. "Take good care of Shelly for me, okay?" She whispers.
"I'll try." I say, fervently returning her kiss.
"Let's go!" Shelly says, grabbing my arm. "I rode with Barbara, so you can just drop me off at home afterwards." She says, dragging me out the door.
"Ohhh, Mike." Shelly says, caressing my thigh as I drive to the hotel. "We're going to have us a fine time tonight!" She says, running her fingernails across my crotch. "I'm so fucking wet, already." She says, sliding her other hand up under her skirt. I'm struggling to focus on my driving with Shelly's hand on my crotch and her smooth black thighs exposed.
"See what I mean!" She says, holding her hand under my nose, giving me a whiff of her wet fingers. "God, I'm so slutty!" She whispers, as she pushes her fingers into my mouth. Fuck! Her aroma was one thing, but the taste of her pussy juice has my cock jutting straight up, trying to bust out of my pants!
"Mmmmm." Shelly sighs, squeezing my hard cock through my pants. "I guess Mikey likes it." She laughs, pulling her fingers from my mouth and kissing my cheek as she shoves her hand back under her skirt. "There's plenty more where that came from." She says playfully, scooping more pussy juice from between her legs and bringing her fingers back to my mouth. She has a very strong, arousing taste that is so intoxicating that I almost forget where we're going.
"You need to turn here, lover." She says, as I hungrily suck on her pussy-flavored fingers.
"Help yourself." Shelly says, pulling her fingers from my mouth, leaning back and spreading her legs. Steering with my left hand, I slip my right hand under her skirt. I feel the heat, just before I touch moist flesh. No panties! Her pussy is soaking wet!
"God!" Shelly moans. "I feel like such a slut." She smiles, as I spread her soggy lips and slide two fingers inside her. "I took my panties off just before we left Cyn's house." She says, as she pushes against my fingers, sucking them deeper into her steamy hole.
"Oh my God!" Shelly cries, grabbing my arm with both hands and humping her pussy against my fingers. Clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around my fingers, she releases a fresh flood of juices onto my hand.
"We're here." She says, pointing to the hotel ahead on the left. "And not a moment too soon!" She laughs, pulling my fingers from her pussy and sucking them into her mouth, one at a time.
"Good thing we already have the room key." Shelly says, reaching over and squeezing my rock solid cock, as she licks her juices from my fingers. "We won't have to waste time at the front desk." She says, as I park near the side entrance. Fuck! At first I was disappointed that I wasn't going to fuck Barbara, but Shelly is so fucking hot that I'm almost ready to cream in my pants.
As soon as we get in the elevator, Shelly unzips my pants and slips her hand into the opening, caressing my cock through my jockey shorts. I'm too horny to worry about whether someone will see us.
"You're the perfect size, Mike." She says, before pushing her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dance around each other as she fondles my cock. When the elevator chimes and the door opens, Shelly pulls her hand from my pants, but leaves my zipper down.
"You know what being the perfect size means?" She asks, as we walk down the hall searching for the room number. "It means you'll fit everywhere." She says, pulling me against her in front of our room. "In my mouth." She says, kissing my lips and grinding her pussy against the bulge in my pants. "In my pussy." She says, looking lustfully into my eyes. "And in my ass." She announces turning around and wiggling her ass against my crotch as she inserts the magnetic card into the lock.
Goddamn! I've only seen ass fucking in videos. I've never actually done it. I squeeze Shelly's ass cheeks as she opens the door.
We're barely inside and Shelly is unbuckling my belt. Before I can turn the deadbolt and hook the chain, she has my pants and underwear around my ankles, springing my hard cock free from its confines.
"Oh fuck!" I moan, as she sucks my cockhead into her warm mouth, while scraping her fingernails under my scrotum. With my pants around my ankles, I brace myself against the door to keep from falling over, as Shelly slides her lips down to the base of my cock. While she slowly slides her lips back along the length of my hard shaft, flicking her tongue against the sensitive underside, I feel my climax start to build.
"Not yet." She whispers, releasing my cock and motioning me to lift my leg so she can remove my shoes and socks. After disentangling my pants from my ankles, Shelly stands up and unbuttons my shirt. I shrug it off my shoulders, letting it fall on the floor behind me. Standing naked under her gaze, my stiff cock sticks straight out towards her.
"Mmmm." She sighs, nibbling on my nipples until they pop out from my chest. My throbbing cock brushes against her skirt, as she guides me into the room, backing me towards the bed. Sitting me down on the edge of the bed, she takes a step back and pulls her blouse over her head. More blood surges into my already swollen cock, as I stare at her huge dark tits straining against the nearly transparent cups of her lacy bra.
Running her hands over her flat, black stomach, Shelly smiles at me as she lifts her heavy tits, cupping them and squeezing them together. Watching my cock with lustful eyes, she reaches behind her back and unfastens her bra. The black straps fall from her shoulders, as her hands hold her bra in place, teasingly covering her nipples. With deliberate slowness, she gradually lowers her bra revealing more of her luscious black breasts to my penetrating gaze.
Finally, pulling her hands away and dropping her bra on the floor, I am presented with the largest, most natural looking breasts I have ever seen. Hanging elegantly from her chest, her huge tits have a consistently smooth black sheen from the outer curves to the slim crevice between them. Her wide areolas, only slightly darker than the rest of her tits, encircle coal black nipples that jut out temptingly towards me.
"Huh uh." She shakes her head teasingly, as she steps back. "Not yet." She smiles, when I reach my hands towards her gorgeous tits. I feel my cock pulsating, as she reaches for the zipper on her skirt. Using the same slow tease, she unhurriedly lowers her skirt, revealing first her navel and then the top of her thick, spongy bush. Her velvet black triangle points downward to her thick, protruding pussy lips which are glistening with moisture. As Shelly drops her skirt to the floor and spreads her legs, I surmise that if her lips weren't so aroused, they would probably disappear within the tangle of thick black hair surrounding them.
"I'm your slut, Mike." Shelly says, dipping her fingers into her juicy pussy. "Your little black whore." She says, pushing her pussy soaked fingers into my mouth as she kneels on the floor.
"Do I taste good?" She asks, flicking her tongue against my aching cockhead.
"Mmmmm." I moan, while sucking the exquisite flavor off of her fingers.
"I want to taste you, too." She whispers, as she caresses my balls with her hand. "I want to suck the cum right out of your cock." She says, slowly running her tongue up the underside of my rigid pole. "I want to swallow your thick cum and feel it ooze down my throat." She sighs, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock and feeding the head into her warm, wet mouth.
"Oh God!" I cry, as I feel my orgasm rapidly building. All the teasing she's been doing since we left Cyn's house is taking its toll. Shelly slides her lips about halfway down my cock before pumping it vigorously in and out of her mouth. I can't hold back! As she pulls her fingers from my mouth and gently squeezes my balls, I explode into her, jerking convulsively against her face. She sucks and swallows several thick loads of cum, before I fall back onto the bed, completely drained.
"Mmmmm." She says, licking her lips as she lies down beside me.
"God damn, Shelly!" I breathe, wrapping my arm around her shoulder, while my chest heaves up and down.
"Probably." She says. "But not today." She smiles. "As soon as you've caught your breath, I need the talented tongue, Cyn told us about." She says. "I really need it, Mike." She says, wrapping her leg over mine and pressing her hot, damp pussy against my thigh.
"While I catch my breath I want to feast on your beautiful tits." I tell her, rolling her onto her back and lying on my side next to her. Fuck! I've never seen anything like them, even in magazines! Her tits are like large black balloons, with four inch wide areolas and taut nipples that are as thick as my pinky. I squeeze the closest one with my hand, as I suck her firm nipple into my mouth. Damn! Her fucking nipple is almost an inch long!
"That's nice." She sighs, as I massage her soft, pliable tit, while sucking and nibbling on her rigid nipple. She's squirming around on the bed, opening and closing her legs, as I lean across to suckle her other nipple.
"Have you caught your breath yet, Mike?" Shelly asks, obviously anxious for me to move down her body.
"Feeling neglected down here?" I ask, as I rake my fingers through her thick pubic hair.
"Very neglected." She smiles. I kiss her briefly on the lips before positioning myself between her legs. She spreads them wide for me and I suck in my breath, as I get my first good view of her pussy. She is a lot hairier than Cyn, with thicker pussy lips. Her tightly coiled hairs, which give her bush a cushy texture, are longer than they appear. As I comb my fingers through, I stretch several hairs away from her mound that are two or three inches long.
"Waiting for an invitation?" Shelly asks, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs farther apart. I use my fingers to open her wet pussy lips, revealing the moist pink center and the largest clit I've ever seen. Its pink tip is peeking out of its black hood, glistening with pussy juice and begging to be sucked.
"Sorry." I tell her, lowering my face towards her wet lips. "You're only the second black woman I've been with and I'm still in awe." Before she can answer, I flatten her pussy lips with my tongue and lick from the bottom to the top of her moist slit, lightly flicking the tip of her clit.
"Oh yeah!" She cries, grabbing her thighs with her hands to hold them open for me. She doesn't need any teasing; she's already dripping wet. Slipping my tongue inside her steamy hole, I rapidly tongue fuck her delicious pussy
"Ohhh!" She moans, as my tongue pistons in and out. Pushing my tongue to the top of her slit, I slip two fingers into her opening, twisting them around for maximum contact.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck!" Shelly cries, as my lips close around her engorged clit and I gently suck it into my mouth. The velocity of my finger fucking is offset by the gentleness of my clit sucking, and Shelly grabs a handful of my hair, as she bucks wildly against my mouth. With her clit completely inside my mouth, I barely flick my tongue across the tip of it, while continuing the rapid finger pumping.
"Oh Mike!" Shelly yells, holding my head tightly against her pussy. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" She moans. "Just like that! Oh Mike! Oh fuck!" She moans, as I keep up my vigorous assault on her pussy. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming already!" She cries, bucking furiously against my mouth and my fingers while she thrashes around on the bed, swinging her head from side to side. Her hand that isn't pulling my hair is pinching her nipples, stretching them out even farther from her huge tits.
"Oh Mike!" She breathes, clenching her pussy muscles around my fingers, while pushing my face away from her sensitive clit. Her body trembles, as her creamy juices flood my hand, and I lower my face to lap up the mouthwatering treat. Her pussy juice is thick and creamy and the aroma is arousing. My cock is fully recovered by the time her body stops shaking.
Kissing and licking my way up her body, I can't help stopping at her marvelous tits to suck and nibble a little more on her thick, black nipples. Positioning my body over hers, we lock eyes, as I glide my fully recovered cock into her slippery, wet hole. She feels so fucking good! Her steamy pussy walls close in around my hard cock, cocooning me in a velvety, blanket of hot, pulsating flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" She moans, pushing her ass off the bed and spreading her thighs to welcome me more deeply into her torrid opening. Her urgency cries out for a fast rhythm, but I deliberately control the pace by looping my arms behind her knees and pulling her legs up against her massive tits.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" Her moans increase in volume, as I pound her pussy with my hard cock. Moving my hands to the back of her calves, I push her legs down nearly to her shoulders and jackhammer my cock into her fiery hole.
"Oh yeah, Mike." She whimpers. "Fuck me hard, baby!" She yells. "Ohhh! So good! So good! So good!" She cries on each downward thrust of my cock. My balls are slapping against her ass and I can feel my own release building quickly.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming again! Fuck me harder, Mike! Fuck me so haaaaaaarrrrrd!" She screams as her orgasm rips through her and she clamps her pussy muscles around my cock. This triggers my eruption and I spew my load deep inside her quivering cunt. She's shaking, as I lower her legs onto the bed and drop my body down onto her cushy tits. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, we ride out the after quakes of her orgasm with our chests heaving against each other and my spent cock nestled inside her vibrating pussy.
"Whew!" She breaks the kiss and we both suck in more air. "I haven't cum back-to-back like that in a long time." She says, squeezing her pussy muscles around my flaccid cock, as her hands stroke my back. "Cyn was right about you." She says, her hands moving down to squeeze my ass cheeks as she gently rocks her hips.
"You are amazing!" I say, enraptured by the rising and falling of her huge tits against my chest. I can feel the hardness of her nipples pushing against my skin.
"What time is it?" Shelly asks, after we've recovered a bit.
"Nine-fifteen." I tell her, looking at the clock on the nightstand and hoping the evening isn't over yet.
"Good. We've got some time." She says. "You've cum in my mouth and my pussy." Shelly says teasingly, brushing her lips against mine. "Now your little slut wants your cock inside her tight black ass." Fuck! I can't believe this woman; she's insatiable! My incredulousness must show.
"You've never done that, have you?" She asks and I just shake my head, as my cock stirs within her warm pussy. "Mmmmm. You seem to like the idea." She smiles, squeezing her vaginal muscles around my cock.
"You are in for a treat, Mike." She smiles, rolling me off of her.
"The first thing we have to do is get this bad boy ready again." She says, flicking her tongue across my nipples and trailing kisses down my stomach. With her tits rubbing against my thighs, she sucks her juices from my cock and gently caresses my balls with her fingertips. As my cock recovers, she kneads it between her fingers, stroking up and down while licking around the swollen head.
"You are going to love how my ass feels, Mike." She teases, while licking the head of my cock like an ice cream cone. "It'll wrap around you so tightly, you'll think you're popping some white girls cherry." She laughs, squeezing her fingers tightly around my shaft while sucking just the tip of it into her mouth. My cock is rock solid in no time and I'm trying to push more of it into her mouth.
"Since I didn't think to bring any with me, we're going to have to use natural lubricant." She smiles, as she moves from between my legs and crawls up beside me on her hands and knees.
"Now, it's your turn to get me ready." She smiles, brushing her lips across mine. "Just scoop some of that natural lubricant from my front hole and smear it into my back hole." She laughs, as I sit up and look at her firm round ass. Shelly's skin is already dark, but it seems to blacken even more in the crevice between her bubble-like ass cheeks. Slipping two fingers into her soggy pussy, I pull out a gob of creamy goo and smear it around the ridged edges of her puckered asshole.
"Mmmmm. Yeah." Shelly says, pushing back against my fingers, willing them to enter her tight rear tunnel. Scooping out more goo, I insert first one finger, then two into her tight ass, twisting them around to lubricate every surface.
"That feels nice, Mike." Shelly sighs, as I pump my juicy fingers in and out of her tight asshole. "Maybe a little more lubricant." She instructs. I do as she says and get another couple fingers full of juice and push them into her snug little hole.
"Okay, now lubricate your cock." She says, smiling. "Push it into my pussy, work it around and then we're ready to go." Kneeling behind her, I slide my fully erect cock into her dripping cunt. Fuck! It feels so good, as I watch my shaft disappear between her dripping black pussy lips. It almost makes me want to keep fucking her pussy.
"Mmmmmm." Shelly moans, as I grab her hips and start pumping in and out of her slick, steamy pussy. "My ass, Mike." She pleads, as she lowers her head onto the bed, and pushes back against my hard thrusts.
"Okay." I say, slowing my rhythm and then pulling out of her pussy. "Your pussy just felt so fucking good, Shelly!" I tell her as I position my cockhead against its new target.
"It did, Mike." She sighs. "And we'll do that again, another time." She says. "But right now I really want you in my ass." She says, reaching back with her hands to grip her ass cheeks. Placing her fingertips at the crevice between her cheeks, she pulls them apart, stretching her asshole open for me. What a sight! My cock throbs as I stare into the tight, dark tunnel.
"Take it slowly, Mike." She instructs. "Just push the head in and let me get used to that before you push the rest of your cock in, okay?" She asks.
"Okay, here goes." I tell her pushing my hard cock against her stretched out opening. With all the pussy juice on my cock and her hands holding her asshole open, my cockhead pops right in with minimal resistance.
"Mmmmm. Yeah." She says and I feel her muscles relax around my cock. "Okay, now all the way in." Shelly says. I ease forward and my cock glides right in, up to my balls. She releases her ass cheeks and pushes herself up on her hands.
"Now fuck me, Mike." She says. "Fuck your black slut's ass!" She yells, as she squeezes her ass muscles around my cock. With my hands gripping her hips, I start pumping my cock in and out of her snug asshole. What a different feel! She is so fucking tight! It's almost surreal to watch my white cock slide between her dark black ass cheeks. I pick up the pace, as my cock swells within her compact rear hole.
"Harder Mike!" Shelly begs, while thrusting her ass back against my rhythmic strokes. "Fuck my ass harder!" She cries, as she lowers her head back down on the bed and shoves one hand between her legs.
"Oh God! Yes! Fuck my aaaaaaasssssss!" She cries, as I tighten my grip on her ass cheeks, pulling them farther apart so I can slam my cock deeper inside of her. Her ass is so tight that the constant friction is threatening to finish me off too soon, as I pump into her like a wild man.
"I'm getting close!" I tell her. "I'm going to cum any second." I pant, as I continue to hammer my cock into her snug opening.
"Me too, Mike!" She cries. "Cum... in... my... ass!" She pants, as she vigorously attacks her clit and clenches her asshole around my cock. "Cum... in... your... black... slut's... ass!" She cries and I slam my cock home, jerking violently against her fleshy, bubbled ass cheeks. My cock erupts in a shower of cum, deep inside her tight asshole.
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"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuucck!" Shelly screams, as her body convulses in an orgasmic tremor, sending a succession of rhythmic shivers through her pussy and her ass. I hold her ass cheeks tightly against me, until she collapses on the bed, disengaging herself from my spent cock. I plop down next to her wrapping my arm around her shoulders, both of us gasping for air.
"Your first ass fuck, Mike." Shelly says, rolling over on her back. "What did you think?" She asks, as I reach over and caress her massive tits.
"Wow!" I answer. "Very tight and I didn't last very long because of it. It was awesome, but I still like your pussy better." I tell her, as I knead her breast with my hand. I can't even get my hand around it. "Have I told you how much I love your tits?" I ask Shelly, as my fingers tease her thick nipples.
"No, but you've been pretty obvious about it." She smiles, glancing down at my hand. "My doctor has suggested breast reduction surgery, but I'm not sure." She says. "What do you think?"
"I don't know what the health risks are, but I think they're perfect." I answer, licking around her large areola.
"The last time I saw my doctor, he was hefting, squeezing and measuring all around them." She says. "I'm not sure that he wasn't just getting off playing with my tits. Halfway through the examination, my nipples got hard and I was tempted to turn into Shelly the slut right there in his office." She laughs.
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you about that." I tell her, leaning up on my elbow, so I can see her face. "What's with the self degradation? I mean, calling yourself a slut and a whore, why do you do it?" I ask.
"Does it bother you?" She asks seriously.
"At first it did, especially when you called yourself my black slut or black whore. It kind of felt like what Barbara was saying about the plantation owner and slave girls." I tell her.
"No! It wasn't like that at all." She admonishes me. "The quick answer is that I like talking nasty during sex, it turns me on." She says, looking at the clock. "We don't have time for the long answer, because I have to take a shower before I go home." She says, rolling over and getting off the bed. "I'm sorry if it bothered you. It was all in fun." She says, kissing my cheek as she gets up.
"How about if I wash your back and you can give me the long answer in the shower." I tell her, as I roll off the bed on the other side. My cock starts recovering, as I watch her bare ass ripple seductively, while she walks towards the bathroom.
"Okay, but we can't take too long." She smiles over her shoulder at me.
"So, what's the long version regarding the self degradation?" I say, as I lather soap all over her tits, lifting them and squeezing the firm, dark flesh.
"It's a way to escape reality, Mike." She says, rubbing soap on her hands and lathering it on my chest. "We all need a break from reality now and then. I think that's at the core of why people cheat. I know Cyn and Barbara feel differently, but I understand why it happens. I don't necessarily condone it, but I understand it." She says, as her nipples stiffen from my touch and her soapy hands move down across my abdomen.
"When a married couple has sex, they bring all their baggage to the bedroom with them; financial troubles, disagreements about disciplining the kids, where to take vacation, everything! But with a stranger, like what we did tonight." She continues, as her hands lather soap over my cock and balls. "It's just sex. Taking on a different persona; behaving like a slut, makes it that much more removed from reality." She continues, while stroking up and down my cock and running her fingernails across my balls.
"If I had come here as Dr. Shelly, PHD in Clinical Psychology, I'd have brought at least some of that baggage with me." She adds, as I start humping my hard cock into her hand and pinching her nipples between my fingers. "It's just a form of role playing, Mike. Next time I might be a domineering mother figure, or a Catholic school girl." She says, smiling at me. "Aren't you sorry you asked?" She says, pumping her soapy hand up and down my hard cock, as her other hand lathers soap all over my ass cheeks.
"Not at all." I pant, as Shelly runs one finger between my ass cheeks while continuing to jack my hard cock with her hand. "I especially liked the part about next time." I smile at her, as my balls constrict. "Oh God! You're making me cum again." I moan, as I continue mauling her huge tits.
"That's what sluts do." She says, matter-of-factly, just as I shoot a thick stream of cum all over her arm. She continues stroking up and down my cock until she's milked out every drop of cum. Rinsing off her arm, she pulls me into a tight embrace.
"What about you, Mike?" She asks, as she presses her body against mine and lathers soap over my back and shoulders. "Why are you here, fucking a black woman who's twice your age?" She says, pulling her head back to look me in the eye.
"I don't know." I answer honestly. "Before Tuesday, I had never even been with a black woman but..."
"But now you'll never go back?" Shelly interjects, laughing.
"Well, I don't know about never, but if what I've experienced since Tuesday is any example, I'm hooked for life." I smile, pressing my lips to hers. Her soapy tits slip around on my chest, as we kiss passionately and grind our bodies together.
"Time to go." She says, breaking the kiss and rinsing the soap off her body. I watch her towel off and get dressed, mesmerized by the voluptuous, hourglass shape of her sexy, black body.
On the drive to her house, I watch her metamorphous back into Dr. Shelly, wife and mother. She's subdued, professional and our conversation has none of the sexual overtones that dominated the rest of the evening.
"Will there be a next time?" I ask, as I park the car in front of her house.
"Of course, Mike." She says, patting my thigh. "Just not too many next times or we'll start bringing our own baggage." She smiles, as she gets out of the car and hurries into her house.
Wow! What a fucking evening! The high school cheerleader party, with Amber tomorrow night, is going to seem like kindergarten by comparison. I drive home, flop on my bed and sleep like a baby.
Cyn leaves me three messages while I'm in classes on Friday and we finally connect about four o'clock in the afternoon.
"How was Shelly?" She asks.
"Absolutely amazing, Cyn." I tell her as I'm walking across campus to my car. "She was everything you said she'd be and more."
"She said the same thing about you." She says, laughing. "I guess I'll have to find someone new for myself." She teases.
"Not a chance." I tell her, honestly. As exciting as Shelly was, her slutty urgency was a little overwhelming. "I'm sorry I missed your calls today." I say. "I had classes all day."
"It's okay," She says. "We couldn't have gotten together anyway. My son has a stomachache and didn't go to school. I was just checking up on last night."
"Speaking of last night, what was with Barbara?" I ask, remembering how breathtakingly sexy she looked. "That was a little weird."
"Barbara is fine." Cyn assures me. "You probably gathered that she's not very trusting." She says.
"Sounds like an understatement." I tell her as I arrive at my car and throw my books in the back seat. Cyn is quiet for a few seconds.
"So are you coming next Thursday night?" She asks.
"Do I have to wait until next Thursday to see you?" I ask, trying not to sound as disappointed as I am.
"Probably, but if an opportunity presents itself, I'll call you, okay?" She says, quietly. "Hey, I have to go. My son is awake."
"See you soon." I say. "Call me even if it's only for coffee at Starbucks." I tell her.
"Thanks, Mike." We hang up and I go home to get ready for my 'date' with Amber.
"I never knew you were a cheerleader." I tell Amber as we're driving to the party. She's wearing a pleated skirt and a white pullover blouse that accentuates the curves of her teen-sized tits. She looks more like a high school girl than she usually does. She even has her red hair up in a ponytail tonight. I've never seen it like that at work.
"I want to be taken seriously at the bookstore." She tells me smiling. "And there is a certain stereotype that goes with being a cheerleader." She says. "It's been nice being able to discuss books, music and movies without everyone thinking I'm an airhead." She smiles.
"I never thought of you as an airhead." I answer, honestly.
"Thanks, Mike." She says. "And thanks for doing this tonight." She says, running her hand up the inside of my thigh. "I'll make it up to you later." She says, squeezing my cock through my pants. "Maybe we can stop at your place on the way home." She says. "Of course, couples have been known to disappear into bedrooms at these parties, too. You never know."
"Thanks for taking my shift last night." I tell her, my cock responding to her touch. "I really appreciate it."
"Your mystery lady?" She asks, smiling. "You finally fuck her?" She asks. Amber was astute enough to realize I was thinking of someone else while we've been fucking lately. She teases me about it every time we're together, but it hasn't dampened her sex drive. We've been getting together frequently since she turned eighteen a couple of months ago.
"Yeah." I answer quietly. "It was nice." I answer.
"That's awesome!" She says sincerely, leaning back in her seat and giving me directions to the party.
Amber introduces me to several cheerleaders and their dates as we make our way through the house. Fuck! I've never seen so many teenage hardbodies in one place. Most of them are blondes, there are a few brunettes, but Amber seems to be the only red head. She's holding onto me very possessively, as we round the corner into the kitchen.
"Jasmine. Jim. This is Mike." Amber says, approaching a young black couple in the corner of the kitchen.
"Nice to meet you." Jim says, reaching his hand out to me. We shake and he turns towards Amber. "What's up Amber?" He says, kissing her cheek. The girl doesn't look up. We've obviously interrupted something.
"What's the matter?" Amber asks.
"It's nothing." Jasmine says, looking up. "Jimmy and I were just talking." She says. "Nice to meet you." She says, looking at me for the first time. She recognizes me right away. It's Cyn's niece, who took the kids roller-skating last night. "Oh, hi again." She says, forcing a brief smile.
"Hi Jasmine." I say, still surprised at how much she looks like her aunt. She has the same high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes, although hers look like they might tear up any second.
"You two know each other?" Amber asks.
"Yeah we met at my Aunt's house last night." Jasmine says dismissively, obviously wanting to get back to her discussion with Jimmy. Amber raises her eyebrows at me, but doesn't say anything. We walk back into the living room and talk to a few couples mingling around. Amber makes sure to mention my college and has me talk about some of my classes.
"Fine then!" We hear from the kitchen just before the back door slams. All eyes are on the doorway, when Jimmy walks through.
"Jasmine and I just broke up." He says quietly, sitting on the floor next to the couch.
"Mike." Amber says grabbing my arm. "I need you to do me the biggest favor ever." She whispers anxiously. "Will you go see about Jasmine? Offer to drive her home or something. Anything." She says, looking into my eyes. "Please!" She pleads. "I've been wanting to hook up with Jim, like forever, but could never betray Jasmine. If they've really broken up, this might be my chance." She says. "Please, I'll make it up to you another time. I promise!" She says.
"Sure, Amber." I say, taken back by how quickly she wants to pounce on her friend's ex. "I'll take care of Jasmine. Do you want me to hang around to see if you need a ride?" I ask her.
"No, I'll be fine." She smiles. "Thanks." She kisses me on the cheek then sits down next to Jimmy on the floor, as I walk into the kitchen.
"Jasmine!" I call, looking around the back yard. There's no answer, so I follow a brick path around a cement bench to look for her. The entire yard is landscaped like some kind of exotic garden, with paths and hedges separating various parts. It doesn't look like she's here, but as I turn to go back in the house, I hear what sounds like a brief intake of air, followed by a soft sob. I follow the sound behind a row of hedges and I can barely make out her silhouette, sitting against the back fence.
"Jasmine?" I ask, softly. "Are you okay? Amber thought you might need a ride home."
"No." She says, sniffling. "I want to die, okay?" She says. "So, just leave me alone." I walk over and sit down next to her.
"I'll stay so I can identify the body, okay?" I tell her, hoping her death wish isn't literal. She turns from me, sobbing quietly into her sleeve, as I lean back against the fence and close my eyes. We sit there for quite a while and I picture her beautiful face and the way her jeans hugged her ass when I watched her leave her Aunt's house last night. I berate myself for thinking about her black lace thong. Shit! I don't even know how old she is.
"Sometimes it helps to talk to someone." I tell her, when her sobbing finally subsides.
"I barely know you." She says, turning her head towards me.
"That can actually help." I explain. "I don't go to your school and I don't know your friends. Whatever we discuss can stay right here."
"You know my aunt." She says cautiously.
"Whatever we talk about stays right here." I repeat, wondering what breaking up with her boyfriend has to do with her aunt. "Want to tell me what happened?" I ask quietly. "Was it another girl?" I ask, guessing that might be why they broke up.
"If only." She says, her eyes tearing up again. "I could just scratch her eyes out." She laughs.
"Yeah, I hadn't thought of that." I tell her. "Must be something worse than that."
"A whole lot worse." She says, as she starts crying again. "I never thought he'd be like this." She says, quietly, between sobs. "I thought he'd help me figure things out." She says cryptically.
"How long have you and Jimmy been together?" I ask, trying to keep her talking without her feeling like I'm prying for information.
"Almost a year." She says. "We even celebrated our birthdays together a few months ago. We turned 18 two days apart from each other, so we had a combined party." She says. "That's when it all started." She says softly.
"At your birthday party?" I ask, trying to use my active listening skills to draw her out.
"After the party." She says so quietly that I have to lean closer to hear her. When I do, I catch a whiff of her perfumeand she smells as good as she looks.
"On the way home we stopped in this secluded area and got into the backset of his car." She sobs. "I wanted to give him the best birthday present he could imagine. I'll never forget his face when I told him." She says, warming up to her story. "He told me how much he loved me and respected me. He was so gentle and so loving, especially when it really hurt. He moved so slowly, kissing me and telling saying he loved me." She breaks into uncontrollable sobbing and I tentatively put my arm around her.
"What happened tonight?" I ask, as she sobs into my chest. My cock is stirring from visualizing her losing her virginity in the back seat of a car, but I sense she'd be better off talking about the break up.
"Well, after that first night, we couldn't get enough of each other." She says. "I mean, I never knew what I was missing." She says, pulling her head up to look at my face. "Then tonight I told him I'm four days late for my period." She says, looking for a reaction in my face.
"Didn't you guys use any protection?" I ask, always more comfortable with logistics than feelings.
"I went on the pill, but I sometimes forget to take them." She says, sheepishly. "Do you know what the bastard said?" She asks.
"What?" I ask.
"He wants to know how I know it's his!" She says, pushing her face into my chest again, crying. "Like I'm some kind of fucking slut!" She says, her words muffled against my shirt. Before I can respond, we hear the back door open.
"Come on, no one will see us back here." A male voice says and Jasmine's head jerks up from my chest. Oh fuck! It's Jimmy's voice and he's with someone.
"Are you sure?" Amber asks, the voices getting closer. I start to stand up, but Jasmine pulls me back down with her mouth to my ear.
"Please, Mike." She whispers. "I don't want him to see me crying. Don't let them know we're here." She pleads. I sit back down, wrapping my arm back around her shoulder, wondering what's going to happen.
"Absolutely, Amber." Jimmy says. "Besides, everyone else is hooked up in the bedrooms and living room. Who's going to be out here to see us?" We hear the rustling of clothing as the voices draw nearer.
"Mmmmmm." Amber moans, as they come into view, just the other side of the hedge that Jasmine and I are sitting behind. Amber's blouse is pushed up, her bra is undone and Jimmy is sucking one of her small, round tits into his mouth.
"I'm sorry." Jasmine whispers in my ear, presumably she's referring to Amber and I being a couple. I look in her eyes and shake my head, indicating that we really aren't as much of a couple as Amber wanted everyone to believe. Well, apparently not everyone.
"Stand up." Amber says, startling me. I'm sure we've been caught, but she's talking to Jimmy. They're sitting on the flat, cement bench and she's fumbling with Jimmy's belt. Jimmy stands up and she unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans and briefs down with one quick tug.
"Oh my!" Amber sighs, as she runs her tongue up and down the length of his long, black cock. "Are you sure it's over between you and Jasmine?" She asks, as she slips her mouth over the end of his hard cock.
"Yeah, baby. I'm sure!" He pants. Jasmine takes a quick peek, as Amber grips Jimmy's muscular ass cheeks and starts bobbing her head up and down on his cock. My cock is stiffening, as Jasmine wraps her arms around me and again buries her face in my shirt.
I sit there, stroking Jasmine's hair, as she quietly sobs into my chest. We are invisible, only ten feet away from the most erotic scene I've ever witnessed. My cock is rock solid, as I watch Jimmy grab Amber's red hair, clench his ass muscles and feverishly pump his hard, black cock into her mouth. Amber wraps her hand around the thick base of his cock, to keep him from gagging her, and swallows all of Jimmy's cum. She barely takes a breath before sucking him hard again.
I become very aware of Jasmine's tits swelling against my side, with each breath she takes. This is too fucking weird! I can't believe that I'm sitting here holding Jasmine, while voyeuristically watching her ex-boyfriend fuck my date.
Amber's intense arousal quickly dispels any inhibitions she had. Tossing her blouse and bra aside, she unzips her skirt and strips off her thong. Completely naked, she lies back on the bench, lifts her knees and spreads her legs invitingly. The moonlight accents the pale, white skin on her teen-sized, tits, which almost disappear when she's lying down. Just her pink eraser-like nipples are visible, poking up into the night air.
"Oh fuck, Amber." Jimmy sighs, as he lowers his face between her thighs and runs his dark fingers through her triangle of light red hair.
"Oh God!" Amber cries, as I hear Jimmy slurping up her pussy juice. Jasmine turns to take another look, brushing her arm against the bulge in my pants. Startled, she quickly pulls her arm away and looks at me quizzically. I shrug apologetically, and nod towards the erotic coupling, taking place just beyond the hedges.
"Oh Jimmy!" Amber moans. "Right there! Don't stop! Keep doing exactly that!" She pleads. Jasmine turns her head to look, as Amber grabs Jimmy's head and frantically bucks her ass off the bench, pushing her pussy hard against his mouth. Jasmine watches for a minute before turning her head back to look at me. When she does, I try hard to focus on her face and ignore the erotic scene playing out behind her.
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"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuccck!" Amber cries, clamping her legs around Jimmy's head, as her orgasm rumbles through her body. Jasmine jerks her head around, just in time to see Amber relax her legs and pull Jimmy on top of her.
"Now fuck me." Amber whispers, as she pulls Jimmy's shirt over his head and drops it on the ground. His jeans are still around his calves, as he positions his body over hers. Jasmine turns her head away, once again pressing her face against my chest, as Jimmy thrusts his hard cock into Amber's anxious pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh Yeeaaaaaaah!" Amber moans, humping her ass up to meet Jimmy's strokes. Jasmine has her arms around my neck and is hugging herself to me, practically crawling onto my lap, as she tries to block out the rabid fucking taking place a few feet away. My hard cock is throbbing against her arm and she makes no attempt to move away from it, as she tightens her embrace.
"Oh Jimmy!" Amber sighs. "You feel so fucking good." They are lost in the intensity of the moment and Jimmy's only response is a noncommittal grunt as he continues to pound into her.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Amber cries. "Yes! Yeeeeeeeesssss! Her whole body goes stiff, as she clenches her thighs around Jimmy and shakes uncontrollably, while he continues hammering into her.
"Fuck Amber!" Jimmy groans, as he thrusts into her one final time. His body spasms and he jerks against her several times, before collapsing on her chest. I tighten my embrace around Jasmine and again stroke her hair, as she silently cries into my chest.
"Wow!" Amber says, as Jimmy pulls out and begins looking around for his clothing.
"Yeah!" Jimmy says, smiling at her. "Wow is right! Where have you been all my life?" He laughs.
"Right here, Jimmy." Amber says, situating her thong between her firm, young ass cheeks. "But you were with Jasmine." She says, looking at him. "That really is over right?" She asks for the second time.
"Over and done with." He says, buckling his belt and pulling his shirt over his head. "She cheated on me." He says, matter-of-factly. "That ends it for me." He pulls Amber into an embrace and kisses her hard on the lips. Jasmine tries to sit up, put I hold her against me and put a finger to my lips. She looks at me, while vigorously shaking her head.
"He's lying." She whispers in my ear. I nod, so she knows I believe her, as I watch Jimmy cup Amber's bare ass cheeks. She's still only in her bra and thong as they continue their kiss.
"It's getting cold, Jimmy." Amber says, breaking the kiss and picking up her blouse. "Let's continue this in your car." She says, pulling her blouse over her head, as Jimmy hands her skirt to her.
"What a fucking bastard!" Jasmine says after they've gone. "I never cheated on him, Mike."
"I know." I reassure her. "He's just saying whatever he thinks Amber wants to hear." I tell her. We're wrapped in each other's arms, sitting against the backyard fence.
"What am I going to do, Mike?" Jasmine asks, looking at me with her teary eyes.
"Your absolutely certain that you're pregnant?" I ask. "You've tested yourself?"
"No." She says. "But I'm never late!" She says, emphatically. "I waited until I could talk to Jimmy and I figured we do the test together." She sighs.
"Come on!" I tell her, as I slide out from her embrace and stand up. "Let's get going." I help her to her feet and see her glance at the bulge in the front of my pants.
"Where?" She asks, as I lead her around the side of the house, not wanting to go back inside.
"To an all night drug store." I answer. "Before we do anything else, we're going to verify your condition." I say, pressing the keyless remote and opening the passenger door for her.
"You really got off on watching them, didn't you?" Jasmine says, as we turn onto the main highway towards the shopping center.
"I'm sorry." I tell her. "I know that wasn't an appropriate reaction."
"You can't help what makes you hard." She says. "I'm just surprised at how turned on you got watching Jimmy and Amber fuck." She says, trying hard to sound like it didn't affect her at all.
"It wasn't all them." I tell her. "You had your body wrapped pretty tightly around me, too." I answer, glancing at her face for a reaction.
"Right!" She says. "The naked couple on the bench had nothing to do with it." She laughs, and I realize it's the first time I've heard her laugh.
"That's progress." I tell her. "That's the first time I've heard you laugh.
"Oh shit!" Jasmine cries. "Stop the car, Mike." "What the matter?" I ask, as I pull over onto the shoulder, wondering what I did.
"We don't we need that drug store anymore." She says sheepishly. "Would you mind, turning your head and closing your eyes for a minute.
"What?" I ask, trying to figure out what she's talking about, as she digs through her purse. "Oh!" I say, as she pulls out a Tampon and I feel stupid for not catching on.
"Just turn your head." She says, unsnapping her jeans. I watch her start pulling her zipper down, before I reluctantly close my eyes and turn my head away.
"I guess this is cause for celebration, huh?" I ask, as I listen to her pull her jeans down and shuffle around on the seat. An unmistakable aroma fills the car.
"Yeah!" She breathes. "What a fucking relief!" She says, as I hear her tear open the wrapper and scoot down in the seat. Less than a minute later I hear her pull her zipper back up.
"You can turn around now." She says, placing her purse back on the floor as I turn back around. I just sit there for a minute, staring at her. She looks embarrassed and relieved at the same time.
"I'm very happy for you, Jasmine." I tell her, touching her cheek with my hand. "Please be more diligent with the pills." I say. "Skipping pills is probably what threw off your period." I explain, sounding more like a big brother than I mean to.
"Don't worry, Mike." She says, smiling. "Not only will I take the pills, but I don't think I'll be fucking anyone anytime soon either." I start the car and pull back out onto the highway. That wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"Would you like to go out to dinner one night next week?" I ask, as we pull onto her street.
"You've been sweet, Mike." Jasmine says, touching my arm. "But I don't date white guys." She says matter-of-factly.
"That's kind of racist, isn't it?" I ask, trying to make it sound like a joke.
"Not at all." She says. "It's just practical, Mike." She says, turning towards me. "Once the novelty of being with a black chick wears off, then we have to deal with all the other shit that comes with being an interracial couple. No matter how much it looks like the world has made progress, there are still a lot of people, black and white, who just can't accept it. Relationships are hard enough already without trying to take on the world."
"Jesus! I wasn't asking you to marry me, Jasmine." I say, exasperatedly. "I only asked for a date."
"I know it doesn't seem fair." Jasmine says, sincerely. "But what if I really like you, or fall in love with you? I'm just not willing to take that chance." She says, as we pull up in front of her house. "I'm sorry, Mike. It's just how I feel."
"After all we've been through together?" I ask her jokingly.
"You were great tonight, Mike." Jasmine says, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. "Believe me, I really appreciated you being there. If you were black, I'd be jumping at the chance to go out with you." She says. "Don't worry, it's not your fault you're white." She laughs, getting out of the car.
"Okay, how about friends? We could just go for coffee?" I ask, trying not to sound desperate, as I walk her to her door.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She says, sadly. "It sounds good in theory, but it would just end up being a date." She says, reaching for her door handle.
"Think of me as your gay friend." I say, wondering where the hell I pulled that from, as she bursts out laughing.
"My what?" She asks, staring at me in disbelief.
"You know, in all those romantic comedies, where the girl always has a gay friend that she can confide in without worrying about getting involved with him." I say rapidly before she opens her front door. "Just think of me as your gay friend and have coffee with me tomorrow, okay?" I say, looking at her anxiously. She stares at me for a minute.
"Okay." She laughs. "Call me in the morning." She says, giving me her number. "That's my cell, so just call me when you get up and we'll have coffee." She says, leaning up and lightly brushing her lips across mine. "Thanks for being there for me tonight, Mike." She says, as she steps into her house.
Fuck! What a night! And I thought a high school cheerleader party would be uneventful! Damn! I'm so fucking horny and there is no one to call!
As I lie in bed replaying the evening, my cock throbs as I recall how nice Jasmine felt crushed against me, while I watched Jimmy and Amber fucking on the bench. In my mind I replace Jimmy and Amber with Jasmine and I. Her naked body is perfect and I start stroking my fully erect cock, as I imagine my tongue snaking in and out of her juicy pussy. I picture her as a teenage version of Cyn, with smooth brown thighs and thin black pussy lips surrounded by tightly curled black hair. Unlike Amber, the round curves of her tits don't disappear when she's lying down and I stroke my cock faster when I think about sucking on her black, pencil-thin nipples. When I envision her tight, teenage pussy wrapped around my hard cock, I shoot a long stream of cum onto my stomach. After cleaning up with a tissue, I fall asleep trying to figure pot how I can change her mind about dating white guys.
The next morning I meet Jasmine for coffee at a Starbucks halfway between our houses. She looks incredible in a pair of low-slung red jeans and a white, scoop-neck blouse. We talk about everything except what happened the night before. She tells me all about cheerleading and we laugh at some of the ridiculous things that girls do to get selected for the squad.
"So what did you do to get selected?" I ask, my eyes shifting between her beautiful eyes and her lovely neck. Her skin is smooth as it flows down her chest and curves into captivating brown cleavage at the neckline of her blouse.
"I didn't have to do anything." She says, seriously. "There weren't that many black girls trying out and they wanted some diversity." She says, in that same matter-of-fact tone she used when she told me she doesn't date white guys.
"I doubt that's the only reason you're on the squad." I tell her.
"Doubt all you want, but I think it played a part." She says, shifting her chair closer to mine, and leaning towards me. "Mike, you don't know anything about my world." She says quietly, as I struggle to keep my eyes on her face. Leaning forward like this, most of her left tit is exposed to my view. My cock stiffens as I glimpse the top of her dark brown areola poking out of her black bra.
"Hey! You're gay remember." She whispers. "Stop looking at my tits." Other customers turn their heads, as her laughter fills the room. She holds her blouse against her chest with her hand, as her tits jiggle around from her laughter.
"I'm... I'm so sorry!" I stammer, my face turning crimson, as I laugh with her.
"I'm just teasing you, Mike." She says, laying her hand on my arm, reassuringly. In that moment, she reminds me so much of Cyn, that it's uncanny.
"You are so beautiful." I tell her. "I can't help but look." She shifts uneasily in her chair and takes a sip of her latte. I look at my watch, as I'm trying to think of a way to get the conversation back on neutral territory.
"Hot date?" Jasmine asks, nodding at my watch.
"Yeah, a new boyfriend." I tease and I'm rewarded with more laughter and jiggling tits. "I really enjoyed this, but I have to work this afternoon. Can we do it again? Maybe after school on Monday?" I ask.
"Actually, I could use a ride home after cheerleader practice." She says. "Jimmy used to always drive me home." She adds quietly, as we stand up. We hug and I savor the feeling of her tits against my chest, as she kisses me on the cheek.
"See you Monday, Mike." She smiles. "Four-thirty, okay?"
"I'll be there." I tell her as I head to my car.
I think about Jasmine all through my shift, as I help customers and reshelf books. I hope I can break down her defenses and get her to change her mind about dating me. She is so fucking hot and I seriously enjoy being with her. Well, at least she's seeing me again, that's a start.
I'm waiting by the bleachers Monday afternoon, as the girls run through their cheers. Any one of them could star in a teen wet dream, and you'd get your rocks off. My gaze shifts between Amber and Jasmine for a few minutes, then I focus solely on Jasmine. My cock stirs; as I watch her long brown legs kick up her orange and white pleated skirt, exposing her shapely thighs. Her legs are well toned, and her thigh muscles ripple, as she kicks and jumps her way through the routines. Her cheerleader uniform fits tightly across her chest and she frequently pops her tits forward, as she jerks her elbows back and raises her arms. Glancing around, I realize that Jasmine has the largest tits and the best body on the squad. By the time they finish their last routine, I have a full-fledged hard-on and I have to check my mouth to make sure I'm not drooling.
"Wow!" I say, as Jasmine grabs her gym bag and runs over to meet me. "You guys are great!" I say, taking her bag from her and walking her to my car.
"We need to work on that last cheer." She says. "Did you see how out of sync we were? It was awful!" "I was only watching you." I admit. "I thought you were awesome." I say, opening the door for her and tossing her bag in the backseat.
"You just like girls in skimpy outfits." She says, laughing. Her skirt rides up, exposing most of her dark thigh, as she gets in the car.
"Where to?" I ask, as I settle into my seat. "How about a Frappuccino?" I say, starting the car and backing out of the parking lot.
"Oh God, no!" She says. "I am so sweaty." She's, running her hand up and down her damp legs, and then fanning them with her pleated skirt, raising it up and down, exposing her sexy brown thighs. "I need to go home and take a shower." She says. "Do you mind just taking me home, Mike?" A momentary vision of Jasmine in the shower is all my cock needs to react.
"Not at all." I say, trying to hide my disappointment. "I didn't even think about what a workout that is." I say. Fuck! I just want to lick all the sweat from her shapely thighs and bury my face between them.
I pull my eyes from Jasmine's fully exposed legs to maneuver my car through the parking lot. Near the exit, we pass Jimmy's car and I look over to see if Jasmine noticed Amber in the front seat. She must have, because she's suddenly very quiet. We ride the rest of the way in silence, her head against the window and my eyes admiring her legs.
That night at work, as I'm reshelving stray books, Barbara walks into the store, looking like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. My shock at seeing her is replaced by a stirring in my groin, as I watch her walk towards me.
"Hi Mike." Barbara says, when she gets within a few feet of me. Her white high-collar blouse is open at the neck, revealing a distracting amount of her light brown tits. She's wearing a form fitting skirt and knee high boots with three-inch heels. "Is there somewhere we can talk?" She asks, looking around the store.
"Sure." I answer, glancing around. It's a weeknight and the store is fairly quiet. I lead her over to a corner by the history section, where two overstuffed chairs face each other. I watch her skirt ride up her beautiful thighs, as we each take a chair.
"I owe you an apology." She says, leaning towards me, so our conversation won't be overheard. Her blouse gapes and my eyes momentarily take in the curves of her breasts, as they disappear into a white lace bra.
"It's fine." I say, forcing myself to look at her face.
"No it's not." She says quietly. "I was rude and I'm sorry." She looks away from me and takes a deep breath before continuing. I glance down at her tits swelling against the confines of her bra, as I try to keep my cock from overreacting.
"You seem like a nice guy, Mike." Barbara says. "But I don't know if you realize what's going on here." She shifts in her seat and looks away again, obviously very nervous about what she's about to reveal.
"Remember that old movie, 'Nine to Five'?" She asks. "The one with Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton."
"Yeah, that's one of my mom's favorite movies. We used to watch it over and over. Wasn't Lily Tomlin in it?" I ask, wondering where this is going.
"Yes, that's right." She smiles. "Remember the scene where they got stoned and sat around fantasizing about what they wanted to do with their boss?" I nod, watching her face. It's amazing how a smile can illuminate the beauty of her features. "Well, that's what it was like when we first found out about our husbands." She says. "We sat around talking about how we would find the right guy and do the same thing they were doing. But it was all fantasy! I never thought we'd actually do it."
"You were like the Jane Fonda character?" I say, remembering more of the movie, even though it has been a few years since I've seen it.
"Right!" She says, smiling her radiant smile again and leaning even closer to me. "Shelly and Cyn are living out the fantasy, but I don't believe two wrongs will make it right." She says, conspiratorially. "I haven't decided how to confront my husband, but for me, this isn't the answer." My eyes keep darting down the front of her blouse, while I struggle to maintain eye contact. The way she's leaning, her blouse and bra are pulling away from her chest and I can see about three-quarters of her light brown tits, including part of her dark areola.
"I understand." I say, uncertain about why she's telling me all this, but captivated by her beauty and sexuality.
"I'm not sure you do, Mike." She says. "We had suspected our husbands for some time. What we didn't know is that they have recently been seeing one particular white parishioner who takes on all three of them at once." My surprise must have shown, because she nodded her head. "Yes sir, apparently every hole was being filled at the same time." She says, sitting back in her chair and crossing her beautiful legs.
"Our fantasy mirrored what they were doing." She explains, responding to the confusion that must be evident on my face. "Our fantasy ended with all three of us taking on one white guy together." She whispers. "That's you and I just thought you should know the plan. After the group sex, the fantasy ends." She stands up to leave. "Please don't tell Cyn or Shelly that I was here." She adds as she turns and walks away.
I just sit there stunned, watching Barbara's ass cheeks ripple inside her tight skirt, as she leaves the store. My cock springs to life at the vision of these three women naked in my bed. I can't quite figure how all three could have me at once. I could fuck one and eat one, but what is the third one doing. I saw a video once where a woman had cocks in her ass, pussy and mouth, but... I'm broken out of my reverie by a page to customer service.
I finish my shift and go home, falling asleep to the image of a threesome with Cyn and Shelly. According to Barbara, it may not be an unrealistic dream. They may follow through with their plan, even without Barbara. Somehow Jasmine shows up in the middle of my dream and then we end up in a threesome with Amber. Everything is getting very confused.
Jasmine and I settle into a regular routine, with me picking her up from cheerleading practice each afternoon. Sometimes we stop at Starbucks, sometimes I take her straight home. We talk and laugh about everything and nothing; she's so easy to be with. I'm getting used to seeing her in her cheerleading outfit and I don't stare at her exposed legs quite as much.
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We talk about the similarities and differences in how we grew up. She's an only child with a single mom, who got pregnant in high school. She never knew her father; her mom says he wasn't worth knowing. Because her mom's so young, they're very close and have more of a sisterly relationship than a typical mother and daughter. I tell her about growing up in the typical two-child family in suburbs, with one dog and a sister two years younger than I am.
Jasmine frequently touches my arm or my hand when she's talking, sending shivers through my entire body and my cock stays semi-erect most of the time I'm with her. Unfortunately, she seems totally unaffected by my presence.
Thursday afternoon, while driving Jasmine home, my cell phone rings. It's Cyn.
"Hi." She says. "There's been a change of plans. You were still planning on coming over tonight, weren't you?" I glance at Jasmine.
"Yeah." I answer. "Wouldn't miss it."
"Well, Barbara's not coming and since you were with Shelly last week, we decided it was my turn this week. Is that okay with you?" She asks, seductively. I guess the threesome isn't happening this week.
"More than okay!" I answer enthusiastically, excited about the chance to relieve some of my built up frustration.
"Can we go to your place again?" Cyn asks. "Or I can get another hotel room." She adds, when I don't answer right away.
"No, you don't need to do that." I answer, wondering what my apartment looks like. "What time?"
"I'll leave as soon as my niece gets here to watch the kids." She says, and I look quickly at Jasmine. "In about an hour?" She asks.
"Great." I say. "See you then."
"New boyfriend?" Jasmine teases, when I hang up the phone.
"How did you know?" I ask. We're still laughing when I pull up to her house. I wonder what she'd think if she knew it was her Aunt Cyn.
I get home in time to straighten up the apartment and get rid of my roommate before Cyn arrives. She rings the doorbell right on time and we're kissing and tearing at each other's clothes before I even get the front door closed.
"Mmmmmm. I couldn't stop thinking about you." She pants, pulling my shirt from my shoulders as she drops her blouse on the floor. We continue to kiss as I maneuver her towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind us.
"Me too." I tell her, as she kicks her panties off and pushes me down on the bed. I watch her luscious brown tits sway back and forth as she crawls up between my widespread legs. With her eyes locked on mine, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, extends her tongue and very slowly licks up the underside of it all the way to the tip.
"Ohhhh yeah!" I moan, as she gradually licks all around it, never taking her eyes from mine. Instead of sucking me, she rubs my cock down her neck and nestles it between her tits. Kissing my chest and sucking on my nipples, she moves her body over mine.
"Oh Cyn!" I moan, reaching for her luscious, brown tits, as she moves her pussy up over my hard cock. "You are incredible!" I sigh, squeezing her tits and running my thumbs over her thick, black nipples. I am so fucking horny, that I'm afraid I'll shoot too soon, as I feel her warm, wet pussy lips wrap around the tip of my cock.
Straddling me, she is swiveling her hips in a torturously slow circle, while she squeezes my cockhead with her pussy muscles. With her hands on my torso, leaning her weight on me and pinning me to the bed, she is mercilessly controlling how little of my hard cock she allows to slide inside her slick, hot pussy.
"I wanted to do this last time." She smiles, as she undulates her hips. "But I didn't have the discipline to hold back." She says, raising her hips, so only the tip of my cock is between her steamy pussy lips. Slowly rocking back and forth, she drags the tip of my cock from one end of her slit to the other before sliding about an inch of it into her pussy. Swiveling her hips in a circular fashion, she sends shivers through my body, as her pussy lips close around my cockhead.
"Oh yeah" I cry, trying to thrust more of my cock into her juicy pussy, but unable to because of her weight on me. "This is cruel and unusual." I tell her, pinching her hard nipples and stretching them out from her large, black areolas.
"Not cruel." She smiles. "Maybe unusual. It's just the payback for all the teasing you did to me the other day." She says, allowing another inch of my cock to glide into her velvety hole, as she changes her movements and begins rolling her hips like a belly dancer. Fuck! It feels so good, making me crave more depth. Her teasing is driving me crazy and she knows it.
"Ohhhhh Fuck!" I try again to push my cock deeper into her burning snatch, but she anticipates my movement and raises her hips. Smiling at me, she squeezes her pussy muscles around the half of my cock she has trapped inside her sultry hole.
"You're torturing me." I moan. "You know that, don't you?" I ask, still squeezing her tits and pinching her hard nipples.
"Mmmmm." Cyn breathes, as she rotates her hips in a slow, sensuous circle, caressing my cock with her talented pussy. "You seem to be enjoying the torture." She smiles seductively.
"I am!" I moan. "I don't think I've ever been this hard!" I say, straining to push more of my throbbing cock up into her fur-lined hole.
"Not even when you were fucking Shelly's ass?" She asks, teasingly.
"Wow, she really gave you the details didn't she?" I ask.
"We're best friends... and we like to share." She says, smiling. I wonder at the innuendo, considering what Barbara told me.
"Is this what you wanted?" She asks, as she unhurriedly lowers her pussy down around my rigid cock and sits up straight. "There, it's all in!" She's sitting perfectly still, leaning her hand on my thighs behind her, while her pussy pulsates around my cock.
"Oh yeah!" I cry, trying to hump my cock into her pussy, but still unable to move because of her weight. "But with movement." I sigh, as I slide my hands down from her tits to grip her waist, trying to make her move her up and down.
"One thing at a time." She smiles, as she runs her fingers lightly up my inner thighs and cups my balls with her hand.
"Oh God!" I moan, as Cyn starts a slow motion, undulating rhythm, while she massages my balls. My hard cock is throbbing inside her enflamed pussy, as she starts gyrating her hips.
"Oh fuck!" I yell, as she picks up the pace. I move my hands back to her tits, as they begin bouncing against her chest.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ooh!" She cries, as she bounces up and down the entire length of my cock and I pinch and twist her nipples. Bucking my ass off the bed to match her rhythm, I am getting so close. I want to hold off until Cyn comes, but her teasing has pushed me to my limit and my eruption is only seconds away.
"I'm going to cum!" I tell her. "I can't hold back!" I cry, between clenched teeth, as my balls constrict and my imminent release builds from the bottom of my engorged cock.
"Don't hold back, Mike." Cyn says, riding me faster and harder. "I want you to cum!" She says, rocking, swiveling and bouncing on my cock all at the same time.
"Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuuuucckkk!" I yell, slamming my cock up inside her hot pussy, as I squeeze her large brown tits between my fingers. My body jerks convulsively, as I my cock explodes, spewing load after load of built up cum deep inside her burning pussy. She rides me throughout my intense release, gradually slowing her movements as the forcefulness of my jerking subsides. Gripping my spent cock with her slippery pussy muscles, she leans forward, crushing her hard nipples against my chest, while pressing her lips against mine.
"You didn't cum." I pant, brushing her hair from her forehead. My chest is heaving and I've cum harder than I thought possible.
"Not this time, lover." Cyn says, squeezing her pussy around my cock. "This one was all about you, just like you made Tuesday all about me. Once you recover, I'll cum twice as hard." She smiles, as she lays her head on my chest and I wrap my arms around her. As I lay here letting my breathing return to normal, my mind jumps from Cyn to Shelly to Jasmine and even Barbara, what an unbelievable week.
"My turn." Cyn's voice pulls me from my revelry, as she lifts herself off of me and turns onto her back. "Time for your talented tongue to do its stuff, while we wait for you to recover." She smiles seductively, while spreading her legs. I hesitate for a second, never having eaten a woman after I fucked her, but unable to resist her invitation.
"You are beautiful!" I say, positioning myself between her legs and staring at her delectable pussy. Compared to Shelly's pussy, Cyn's seems... I don't know... somewhat more delicate. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed, her pussy lips are thinner and her clit is less prominent. Even her aroma is different, though no less intoxicating, and I inhale deeply as I lower my tongue to her moist pussy lips.
"Ohhhhhh! Mike!" Cyn cries, as I lick up and down her wet slit, lightly flicking her clit with my tongue. I don't know if it's because I came so deep within her pussy or if her flavor just overwhelms it, but there is barely a hint of cum taste.
"Shelly agrees with me about your tongue." She says, raising her ass off the bed and pushing against my mouth. "It's very talented." I stiffen my tongue and push it inside of her, conscious of a little more cum flavor, but not much. Before long I replace my tongue with two fingers and suck her clit into my mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh yeeeeeeeesssssss!" Cyn cries, as I suck on her clit, flicking my tongue against it while I finger fuck her. She's bucking her ass off the bed and her fingers are entwined in my hair, pulling my face tightly against her wet, hot pussy.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Miiiiiiiiike!" She cries, clamping her thighs against my ears and jerking violently as her pussy muscles squeeze my fingers in a vice-like grip. "I'm cummmmmming!" She screams.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh." Cyn sighs, her chest heaving, as she relaxes her legs and releases my fingers, while I lap up her tasty juices. Gripping her legs behind her knees. I lift them towards her head, nearly bending her in half. Moving my tongue from her saturated pussy, I lick down to her asshole, running my tongue around the crinkled opening.
"Mmmmm." Cyn moans, as I ream her ass with my tongue. "That feels nice, Mike. But don't get any ideas about fucking my ass." She says, as I snake my tongue into her tight back hole. "Shelly may like it back there, but I don't."
"No problem, I prefer fucking your pussy anyway." I tell her. "I'm just teasing and giving your pussy a little rest, before I suck more juices out of you." I say, as I slide my tongue back into her tight asshole.
I continue tongue fucking her asshole until she's rocking back and forth excitedly. Licking up and down the narrow area between her ass and her pussy I suck up her juices, which have continued in a steady flow from her pussy. I slowly lick the length of her pussy lips and suck her clit into my mouth while I slide one finger into her saliva-coated asshole.
"Ohhh! Yeah!" Cyn cries, as I finger fuck her ass, while sucking her clit, occasionally slipping my tongue into her pussy to lap up her abundant flow of juices. She continues rocking against my mouth and my finger, while grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wider, giving me easier access.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Mike!" Cyn moans. "Ohhh! Yeah! Feels so good! So good, Mike!" Just before she's ready to cum, I pull my finger from her ass, release her legs and move my body up over hers. Spreading her legs, she welcomes my hard cock into her enflamed pussy and I bury it to my balls in one thrust. Her orgasm starts to build again, as I pound my hard cock into her.
"Yes!" Cyn screams, wrapping her legs around me and digging her nails into my back. "Ohmygod!" She cries, as her orgasm rips through her. She tries to clench her pussy around my cock, but I keep pounding into her, as her body shakes and spasms beneath me. Her flood of juices gush around my cock, keeping us well lubricated, while I jackhammer her soaked pussy.
"Fuuuuuuuck!" Cyn cries, clawing at my back and bucking furiously off the bed as another orgasm, more intense than the last one starts to build. I'm getting close, but I want this to be for her. I pound her harder, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit on each downward stroke, trying to hold back my own release. I don't know how long I can hold it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Mike! Ohhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Cyn screams, as another orgasm explodes, sending thunderous jolts of pleasure throughout her body. Not a minute too soon! Just as she clenches her pussy around my cock, I erupt, shooting several large blasts of cum into her spasming cunt. Jerking against her, I unload several more spurts, before finally collapsing on her soft brown tits.
"My God!" Cyn says, trying to catch her breath; her tits expanding against my chest. "I don't know why I ever agreed to share you." She smiles, with her hand on my cheek. "I'm only getting half of what I could be getting."
"Why did you?" I ask, wondering what she'll tell me this time.
"Because it's what the three of us decided and I agreed to it." She sighs. "Of course now there are only two of us." She says, kissing my forehead. I lower my head to her chest, without disengaging my spent cock from her pussy. Leisurely licking the smooth brown skin of her tit, I work my way all around it, before sucking her taut, dark nipple into my mouth.
"Mmmmmm." Cyn sighs, arching her body against me. "You're making a good case for me to keep you for myself." She says, running her fingers through my hair as I suckle at her breast. Our post-coital kissing, sucking and licking lasts almost an hour, until the creative combination of Cyn's pussy muscles and the movement of her hips, fully revives my cock. Starting slowly, just grinding against each other, we steadily increase the pace. With the urgency building within us, my rigid cock is soon slamming into her slick hole.
"I'm cumming again! Ohhh! Fuck, Mike! I... can't... believe... I'm... cumming... again!" Cyn's bucking wildly against my cock, as I feverishly ram it into her. We're fucking with lustful abandon now, as we reach a frenzied rhythm and I pound my cock into her wide-open pussy. Thrusting her hips up to match every stroke, she claws my back, digging her nails deep into my skin.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" She cries, clenching her pussy around my cock, as her body spasms through the first wave of her another intense orgasm. My cock erupts at the same time and I shoot more cum than I thought I would have left, deep inside her quivering hole. Locked in a tight embrace, we ride out our orgasms, as our sweat soaked bodies tremble and shake against each other. It takes forever to catch our breath and Cyn breaks the silence with a laugh.
"I can't move." Cyn laughs. "You've completely drained my energy.
"I know what you mean." I answer, lying on my back next to her, still trying to get my breathing under control.
"I need a shower before I go home." She says. "By myself!" She adds, as she kisses my cheek and rolls out of bed. I watch her walk to the bathroom, but don't even attempt to join her in the shower. What an amazing woman! I doze off, thinking about Cyn, but my dream soon turns towards Jasmine and my fantasy of what she looks like naked.
"Dreaming about me, lover?" Cyn says, kissing the tip of my nearly erect cock, waking me from my fantasy.
"Yeah, planning next time." I lie, wondering what she'd do if she knew it was her niece I'm fantasizing about. With my luck, we'd end up with some kind of Mrs. Robinson scenario and she'd be threatening to tell Jasmine about us.
She's dressed and ready to go. "Sorry." I say, sitting up. "I must have dozed off."
"I would have too, if I didn't have to get home. My niece has school tomorrow." She says, bending to kiss my lips. "See you next Thursday, Mike."
"I wish we didn't have to wait a whole week." I say, as she's leaving.
"Sorry, but that's all I can arrange without causing suspicion." She says, blowing me a kiss as she pulls the door closed. I fall back to sleep immediately.
On Saturday, Jasmine and I meet at a park near her house. It's a beautiful day and we just fool around, playing Frisbee, climbing trees and swinging. She looks delicious in a red tank top and tight white shorts. I'm pushing her on the swing, when she asks me if I've talked to Amber lately.
"No, we haven't worked together for a couple of weeks." I answer, wondering where that came from. "I think we have a shift together next week. Why?" I ask her, as my hands touch her firm ass cheeks to push her forward on the swing.
"No reason." She answers. "I'm done swinging." She says, slowing down and putting her feet on the ground. We walk over to some trees and sit in the shade, leaning against a large tree trunk.
"I really miss Jimmy." She says, leaning against my shoulder. "Especially on a day like today." She says, looking at me. "We used to come here a lot. We'd stay until it got dark and no one could see us." She says, leaving the rest to my imagination.
"I'm sorry." Is all I can think of to say, wishing I could make her forget him. "I wish there was something I could do." I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulder.
"You've been great, Mike." She says. "I just kick myself, every time I think about how much I trusted him and how it all disintegrated in one night." She's cuddled next to me with her left tit against my side, when she catches me completely off guard.
"I'm also horny as hell." She laughs. "I miss being with Jimmy, but I also really miss the sex." She says.
"Now, I really wish there was something I could do." I answer, squeezing her against me.
"I bet you do!" She says, hitting my leg playfully. "You know what I mean." She says, leaving her hand on my thigh. "When you're used to having sex almost everyday, and then you suddenly don't have a boyfriend..." She lets her words trail off. My cock wants to respond to this conversation and I'm trying hard not to let it show.
"I would be happy to offer my services if it would help." I tell her, trying to make it sound like a joke.
"I know you would, Mike." She says, squeezing my thigh. "Why aren't you black?" She asks exasperatedly.
"I'll convert." I joke. "Are there classes or something I can take?"
"I think you'd fail miserably." She says, laughing. "Thanks, Mike." She says, leaning back and looking me in the eye. "You always say the right thing to pull me out of my doldrums." Leaning forward, she kisses me on the cheek. "You're the best." She says.
"Jasmine." I say, looking in her eyes, with my hands on her shoulders. "I don't have to be your boyfriend or anything to help you satisfy your horniness. Sex is a natural, human urge and we could help each other... as friends. We could take the necessary precautions and nothing has to change in our friendship." I look at her as earnestly as I can, hoping she'll see the logic of my proposal, rather than my rock solid cock trying to bust out of my pants.
"You're wrong, Mike." Jasmine says, turning away from me. "Sex changes everything in a relationship. Nothing would be the same with us." She says, grabbing my hand. "Come on, let's go home." We walk back to my car, holding hands. A lot of arguments are running through my brain, but I decide for once, to just keep quiet and not push my luck.
"Mike." Jasmine says, when we reach my car. "I'm sorry I talked about all that stuff with you. I realize how it must have sounded and I'm sorry to have given you the wrong impression." She smiles. "You're so easy to talk to that I sometimes just get carried away."
"Don't apologize!" I tell her. "I'm flattered that you feel comfortable talking to me like that. I'm the one who was out of line. You set the boundaries of this relationship from the very first day that we watched live sex together and you started your period in my car." I tease and she starts laughing out loud.
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"Seriously, please don't censor what you say, Jasmine. I'm sorry I suggested we have sex. It won't happen again." I tell her, as she folds herself into my arms and I squeeze her tightly against me. Her breasts pressing through the thin material of tank top and bra feel wonderful against my chest and I command my body not to spoil the moment. She breaks the embrace, just before my cock gives me away.
"I'll see you Monday, Mike." Jasmine says, turning to walk back to her house. Damn! I'm doing just what she said I'd do, trying to make this more than friendship. But come on! She's the one talking about how horny she is, what am I suppose to do? Fuck!
Sunday is pretty much consumed with homework, laundry and a late shift at the bookstore. By the time I meet Jasmine, after cheerleading practice on Monday, I've resigned myself to being her confidant and sounding board, but never her lover.
"You are not going to believe the juicy conversation I overheard yesterday." Jasmine says, as she jumps into the front seat of my car. She is so worked up, she can hardly hold still.
"Tell me." I say, trying to match her enthusiasm, even though I'm not really interested in high school gossip.
"My aunt Cyn was over for dinner." She says, very animatedly. "Afterwards, while I was doing the dishes, Aunt Cyn and my mom were talking in the living room. I finished the dishes and was about to join them, when I heard Aunt Cyn describing, in the most graphic detail you can imagine, about this guy going down on her." Oh fuck! I keep nodding while Jasmine is talking, but I'm getting increasingly nervous about where this is going.
"I've never heard my mom and my aunt talking like this so I stayed out of sight and just listened. Aunt Cyn told my mom all about this young white guy and how great he is with his tongue." Jasmine is turned in the seat, facing me while she excitedly describes the conversation. "Then, she starts trying to convince my mom to join her and her friends next Thursday night, so she can get in on the action! It seems that every Thursday night, while I'm babysitting, Aunt Cyn and her friends..." I don't know if it is the look on my face or if Jasmine suddenly remembers where she met me, but she stops mid-sentence and her hand flies up to her open mouth.
"Ohmygod!" She exclaims. "It's you, isn't it?" She gasps. "Mike! You're fucking my aunt!"
"Jasmine." I say, glancing at her as I drive. "I can explain."
"Explain!" She yells. "You're fucking my aunt and all you can say is 'I can explain'?" Her face is red and she's breathing hard. "Saturday you were putting the moves on me. Now you're trying to get my mom to join in! Is the goal to fuck my whole family?" She drops back into her seat and stares out the windshield.
"I didn't know anything about your mom, Jasmine." I tell her. "Hell, I can barely keep up with all of this myself." As she sits fuming, with her arms tightly across her chest, I tell her everything that's happened in the past three weeks. I describe how her aunt came into the bookstore and I thought I was charming her, but she was actually manipulating me. I tell her about the neglected black housewives and the different reaction from Barbara and Shelly. I even tell her about my conversation with Barbara in the bookstore.
"Can you blame me?" I finally ask her. "Your aunt is a beautiful woman and I'm young and single." I say, looking over to see how she reacts.
"My aunt isn't." She says, without looking at me.
"No, she isn't." I answer quietly, wondering if this is what's really bothering her; the betrayal of her uncle. "I didn't even know you when it started." I say, realizing that nothing I say is going to make a difference.
"Men!" She says. "I guess they either lie to you or lie about you!" She says, shaking her head.
"I never lied to you." I say.
"You lied by omission, Mike!" She snaps. "It never occurred to you during all of our lengthy conversations, to say, 'Oh by the way Jasmine, while you're taking the kids roller-skating, I'm fucking your aunt."
"I didn't know how to tell you." I stammer. "It's not like it ever came up in conversation." I say, realizing how lame it sounds, as soon as I've said it.
"Yeah, well now it has!" She says, as I pull up in front of her house. "Don't bother pick me up from school anymore, Mike." She says, as she gets out of the car. "I'll get my own ride. You just go be Aunt Cyn's little, white fuck toy!" She says, slamming the door.
Goddamn it! I knew this was going to happen. I pound my fists on the steering wheel as I pull away from the curb. Not that I ever had a chance with Jasmine, anyway, but I certainly didn't want her to feel like I betrayed her. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The rest of the week creeps by in a funk and on Thursday, Cyn calls to tell me she's booked the hotel room again and she has a surprise for me. She gives me the room number and I tell her I can't wait, but the truth is, I'd rather be meeting Jasmine in the park.
"You're early." Cyn says, opening the hotel room door and letting me in. As soon as I see her, my cock stiffens and I can't wait to fuck her.
"Should I leave and come back?" I tease, pulling her into an embrace. She's wearing a light yellow spaghetti strap dress that looks perfect against her chocolate brown skin.
"Don't be silly." She says, kissing me lightly on the lips, as I run my hands over her bare shoulders. "I was just hoping to surprise you." She says, stepping back from me. "Shelly is joining us and I wanted us both to be here when you arrived." She says, smiling at me. "But you're early and she's running late. C'est la vie!" She laughs. "Let's start without her."
She pulls me back against her and kisses me more passionately. I can't seem to get a hold of my feelings. I'm excited and repulsed at the same time. After my discussion with Barbara and from what Jasmine overheard between her mom and Cyn, I can't help resenting all the manipulation, but as our tongues entwine and I slide the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, my cock responds as enthusiastically as ever.
"Maybe I should be glad Shelly's late." Cyn says, as I pull the front of her dress down and cradle her naked tits in my hands. "I can have you all to myself for a while." She says, as I run my thumbs over her nipples and feel them harden under my touch. I'm just about to lower my mouth to suck on one, when she steps back and lets her dress fall to the floor. She's wearing nothing under the dress and the bloods surges into my cock, as she stands there, elegantly displaying herself for my approval.
Like a schoolboy, looking at his first picture of a naked woman, my eyes hungrily roam her body, devouring her from her tits to her pussy, then coming back up to focus on her thick black nipples.
"I get wet every time I think about your mouth on me." She whispers, stepping closer and helping me shed my clothes. "I want you to eat me, Mike." She pleads, lying on her back on the bed and spreading her thighs, invitingly.
"I've been waiting all week for this." She says quietly. I crawl up on the bed, and lower my face towards her, moist black, pussy lips. As I breathe in her scent and run my tongue up the length of her slit, I'm no longer conflicted or worried about whether I'm being manipulated. Who the fuck cares!
"Mmmm! Ohh yes!" Cyn cries, as my tongue delves into her fleshy, pink opening, lapping up her hot juices and then lightly flicking her clit, before plunging back in for more of her sweet nectar.
"Oh god! You are so good!" She pants, as I suck her clit completely into my mouth. Slipping two, and then three fingers into her steamy pussy, I gently flick my tongue across the tip of her clit while rapidly pumping my fingers in and out of her. She's bucking her ass off the bed, thrusting her pussy against my fingers, while I suck on her aroused clit.
"Oh fuck! Don't stop! I'm cumming, Mike!" Cyn cries, her head twisting from side to side, as she feverishly responds to my machinations.
"Ohhhhhhhh! I'm fucking cummmmmiiiiiiing!" She yells, clamping her pussy muscles around my fingers and thrusting her head and shoulders off the bed. She's jerking uncontrollably against my face, as her orgasm overtakes her, and pussy juice gushes over my hand. I disengage my fingers and lower my mouth to her steamy opening, hungrily drinking her delicious cream.
"You never disappoint." She breathes, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. I take a few last licks and then wipe my face against the bedspread before licking and kissing my way up her body. I nuzzle my cheek against her velvety bush and then lick from her naval to the crevice between her large tits. As I suck on her hard, thick nipples, I feel the wet heat of her pussy juice oozing against my stomach. She wraps her legs around me, as I gently rock my stomach muscles against her splayed open pussy lips.
"Fuck me, Mike!" Cyn cries, releasing her legs from around me and spreading them wide open. I take a couple of last sucks on her nipple and then position my body over hers. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, I bury my cock into her in one swift plunge. There is nothing gentle or gradual about our coupling, I just hammer her pussy for all I'm worth.
My mind is reeling. Yes, Jasmine! I'm fucking your aunt! She's married and manipulative, but she's so fucking sexy! And you've made me so incredibly horny, but you won't fuck me because I'm white! So, yes! I'm pounding my hard cock into your goddamn aunt!
"Oh Mike!" Cyn screams, pushing Jasmine from my mind. "This is just what I needed!" She pants, as I continue jackhammering my cock into her fiery pussy, wishing it was Jasmine's. "I'm cumming again!" She cries, as my balls constrict and my legs tense. I slam down hard and my cock erupts deep inside her burning snatch, spewing a huge load of cum just as she tightens her pussy around my cock. I press my lips to hers, as our bodies jerk against each other and our tongues entwine in a passionate kiss. It's not a loving kiss, but more of a grateful acknowledgement of what we've just given each other. As if on cue, there is a loud knock on the door.
"That'll be Shelly." Cyn says dreamily, smiling at me. "Think you're up for it?" She laughs, gently squeezing my spent cock with her pussy muscles.
"We'll see." I say, reluctantly sliding my cock from its warm cocoon, and getting off the bed. I stand naked behind the door, as I open it and greet Shelly.
"We started without you." I smile, as she walks in, drops a bag on the floor and wraps me in a tight embrace. I try not to put my pussy soaked cock against the front of her skirt, but she grinds against me anyway.
"I can see that." She says, squeezing my bare ass cheeks and then looking over at Cyn, who has pulled part of the bedspread over herself. "I'm just going to have to catch up, aren't I?" Shelly says, pulling her blouse over her head and unzipping her skirt. Dropping her bra on the dresser, she kneels in front of me, wrapping her hand around my flaccid cock.
"Wait!" Cyn cries. "You don't want to do that!"
"Why the hell not?" Shelly asks, flicking her tongue against the head of my cock.
"Not until he's cleaned up." Cyn says, throwing back the spread and getting off the bed. I watch Shelly's eyes as she stares at Cyn's naked body. This must be the first time they've done anything like this.
"I'll clean him up." Shelly says, feeding my soft cock into her mouth, sucking and licking Cyn's juices from the top and sides.
"Oh! That's gross!" Cyn says, plopping down on the edge of the bed. "He just fucked me, Shelly!"
"Mmmmm." Shelly moans around my rapidly recovering cock. "I can tell." She says, pulling her lips from around my cock. "And the taste is scrumptious." She says, looking at Cyn, as she continues stroking my cock with her hand. "Even second hand." She teases, her eyes focused intently on Cyn's dripping pussy lips. Cyn quickly closes her legs and puts her hands in her lap.
"Well I think it's gross." Cyn says, as Shelly slides her lips all the way down the length of my cock. "I'm going to take a quick shower, while you catch up." Cyn says, getting off the bed. Shelly's eyes follow her naked body until she disappears into the bathroom.
"She'll come around." Shelly smiles at me, as she stands up and removes her black lace panties. "Are you recovered enough to fuck me, Mike?" Shelly asks, pulling me against her and sandwiching my hard cock between us.
"I think you've rejuvenated me." I laugh, as I squeeze her bare ass cheeks and press my chest against her huge tits.
"Come around for what?" I smile, as I look knowingly in Shelly eyes. It appears that Shelly may have a hidden agenda with Cyn. She stares at me for a long time, before she answers.
"We've been best friends for years." She sighs. "And that's the first time I've ever seen her naked."
"But you've wanted to, haven't you?" I tease, as my hands caress her bare back and I grind my hard cock against her hairy mound.
"She's so freakin' modest!" Shelly sighs. "Even when we're shopping for clothes, she insists on privacy.
"That's what this is all about, isn't it?" I ask, taking a stab in the dark. Shelly looks at me thoughtfully.
"Let's just say, that I think Cyn, Barbara and I could have some very satisfying Thursday nights all by ourselves." She smiles.
"You didn't need me at all." I say. "Or is this just another role play?" I ask, wondering what she's up to.
"No, Mike. I needed you as a catalyst." She smiles, as her hands continue kneading my ass cheeks. "Can you imagine their reaction if I'd have suggested we don't need men? Hell, Barbara freaked out about fucking you." She laughs.
"But with me as the... um... catalyst, you're able to get them naked and in bed with you." I say, putting the puzzle together. "Hoping, that at some point, you won't need me." I must have sounded somewhat dejected, because Shelly immediately tries to reassure me.
"You'll be fine, Mike." She smiles. "A certain someone's niece is very attractive." She says, startling me. "Don't forget, my job takes me to the high school quite often, Mike. I've seen you picking up Jasmine after school." She says, responding to the surprised look on my face.
"We're just friends." I tell her. "She won't date a white guy."
"Don't give up, lover." Shelly says, wrapping her fingers around my hard cock. "You're one of the good guys. She's bound to come around." I don't tell her that Jasmine knows about her and Cyn and isn't speaking to me.
"What can I do to help you with Cyn?" I ask, warming up to my role as coconspirator.
"Just keep recovering, this quickly." She says, stroking her hand up and down my hard cock. "I'll do the rest." Breaking the embrace, she glances at the bathroom door. "Let's join her in the shower!" She says excitedly, tugging on my arm as she opens the door.
"What's going on?" Cyn yells from behind the shower curtain.
"We've decided that you're right, Cyn." Shelly says. "He does need cleaned up." She pulls the shower curtain back and nudges me in.
"Wait!" Cyn says, trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. "You can't just barge in here." She says, moving back, as I step over the side of the tub followed by Shelly, who pulls the curtain closed behind us.
It's a small shower. Cyn has her back against the tile at one end of the tub; I'm facing her, with Shelly standing under the spray behind me. Our bodies are pressed together and I kiss Cyn lightly on the lips.
"Where's the soap?" Shelly asks. "This young man's cock tastes like pussy!" Cyn and I both start laughing as Cyn shrugs resignedly and hands Shelly the soap.
"Don't knock it until you've tried it." I say. "I thought you said is was scrumptious." I smile, pulling Cyn's soapy body tightly against me and running my hands down her wet back, to caress her ass cheeks.
"Yes it was tasty." Shelly says quietly. "But like I said, I was tasting it second hand, and it was mixed in with some of your flavor as well, Mike." She says, grinding her pussy mound against my ass. "Now let's get that thing cleaned up." She says.
Crammed together in the small shower, with Cyn's tits pressing into my chest and Shelly's tits against my back, I feel Shelly's hand snake around my waist and begin soaping my cock. Cyn, obviously feeling Shelly's hand moving between us, tries to move back, but I cup her ass cheeks and hold her against me.
As Shelly brings her other hand around my waist to join the first one, I feel Cyn tense. Shelly's soapy hands are moving up and down between us lathering my cock, my stomach and the top of my thighs, which means she is also lathering Cyn's stomach, pussy mound and thighs. I squeeze Cyn's ass cheeks and slide my fingers towards her pussy lips, while I try to distract her.
"What a great surprise, Cyn!" I blurt out. "It's every guys fantasy to have two women at the same time, but I never actually expected it to happen." I say, as my fingers find her pussy lips.
"We thought you'd be surprised." She smiles nervously, closing her eyes as my fingers probe her moist pussy lips. She's still quite wet from her orgasms and, with my palm against her ass cheeks, I slip my middle finger into her well-lubricated hole. I start wiggling it back and forth, in a quasi-pumping action, as I shove my tongue into her mouth.
Shelly doesn't know what's going on, but she notices the difference right away, as Cyn starts grinding her pussy mound against the back of Shelly's hand. Shelly tries to turn her hand over, but there's no room. I pull my hips back and Shelly flips her hand over, sliding it down into Cyn's pubic hair, while continuing to stroke my cock with her other hand.
"Oh god!" Cyn cries, breaking the kiss. I add another finger to my first one, pumping them into her pussy in rapid-fire motion. Cyn is bucking against Shelly's hand, which I assume has found her clit.
"Oh shit!" Cyn cries, as she loses her balance and falls against the shower curtain. I yank my fingers from her pussy to grab her arms. Shelly has her arms around me and for a minute, we're all slipping and sliding in the slick tub. When we finally regain our balance, we're locked in a three-way embrace, laughing hysterically.
"There's not enough room." I say, maneuvering past Shelly, so I can rinse off. "This is too dangerous." As I stand under the spray, rinsing the soap off, Shelly and Cyn are pressed together, face to face, or more accurately, tits to tits. After rinsing my front, I turn around. My hard cock brushes against Shelly's ass and, over her shoulder, I see Cyn and Shelly just staring at each other, their tits only inches apart. Both women have their arms at their sides.
I press my body against Shelly's back and reach around to fondle her tits, letting the back of my fingers brush against Cyn's hard nipples. Turning my hands over, I play with Cyn's tits, while brushing against Shelly's hard nipples. Shelly puts her hands on Cyn's waist as I playfully flip one hand around so that I'm now fondling each woman's right tit. It feels great, but looks hilarious and we all start laughing again. Pulling my hands out from between their tits, I lean against Shelly's back, pushing her against Cyn. With Cyn's back against the tile, their tits mash against each other and Shelly moves her hands down over Cyn's hips.
"It's too cramped in here." I say, squeezing Shelly's ass cheek. "I'm getting out." Neither woman acknowledges me as I step from the tub.
"You two wash each other real clean." I smile. "I'm not done with you." I say, as I close the shower curtain. My cock is rock hard and I really want to stay and watch, but I don't think Cyn would appreciate it. I'm not sure she's ready for Shelly to do anything, anyway.
"That was you touching my clit earlier, wasn't it?" I hear Cyn whisper, as I'm toweling off and leaving the bathroom. I stop at the door and listen. "It felt... um... different." She says.
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"A woman's touch." Shelly answers. "See." She says. "It's different." There is no more talking, so I leave the bathroom. As I lie naked on the bed with my hard cock pointing at the ceiling, I envision Cyn and Shelly in the shower. Shelly finger fucking Cyn and rubbing her clit, while Cyn passively allows Shelly to bring her to orgasm. I marvel at the turn of events and the different levels of manipulation that have taken place over the last few weeks.
My thoughts turn to Jasmine and I wonder what she would think about her Aunt Cyn in the shower with Shelly. After a few minutes of muffled moans, the sound of the shower stops and the two women emerge from the bathroom. Cyn smiles sheepishly, looking embarrassed, followed by Shelly who looks absolutely triumphant. I can't help but laugh, as Shelly reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle of wine. While she's getting the hotel glasses, Cyn crawls up on the king-sized bed and snuggles up to me.
"Have fun?" I smile. Before she can answer, Shelly climbs onto the bed on the other side of me, sits up cross-legged, facing Cyn, while she pours wine. Her choice of sitting position is no accident, and I watch Cyn trying not to stare into Shelly's wide-open pussy.
"Do you want some?" She asks me, after handing Cyn a nearly full glass of wine.
"Nah, I'm not old enough." I tease.
"Oh my god! He's not." Cyn says almost spitting wine from her mouth as she starts laughing. "What are we doing here, Shelly, molesting this poor young man?" She says, taking a big drink of the wine.
"We'll let's drink some wine and then molest him some more?" Shelly teases, wrapping her hand around my semi-erect cock, reviving it with a couple of quick strokes.
"Who's mouth do you wish to have pleasure your cock, young man?" Shelly asks playfully, while sitting her wine glass on the nightstand. "Have you ever had two women lick your cock?" She asks seductively, while looking at Cyn for a reaction. Cyn finishes her wine and puts the glass on the other nightstand. They both move down the bed, positioning their heads near my fully recovered cock, which Shelly still has her fingers wrapped around.
"You first." Shelly says, as she offers my cock to Cyn. Cyn locks eyes with Shelly as she lowers her face to my cock. Sticking her tongue out, she licks all around my cockhead like it's an ice cream cone.
"Ohhhhhh God!" I moan, as Cyn opens her mouth and Shelly feeds my hard cock into it. Her mouth is warm and moist and my cock responds instantly. Shelly moves her hand down to my balls and is gently caressing them, as Cyn slides her lips down to the base of my cock, deep throating me.
Pulling her lips back along the length of my shaft, Cyn encircles my cock with her hand and goes back to licking it with her tongue. Continuing to tease my balls, Shelly lowers her face next to Cyn's and starts licking up and down the other side of my cock.
"Oh fuck!" I cry, as their two tongues lick up the sides of my cock. I'm humping my ass off the bed, wondering how I ever got this lucky, when they start taking turns sucking my cockhead into their mouths.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Now they're lips are almost touching on either side of my cock, as they lick and nibble the sides of my cockhead. Shelly is still playing with my balls, whiles Cyn strokes up and down my saliva coated cock with her hand. I can't take much more of this! The tension is building and I feel myself getting close.
"Oh yes!" I yell. "Don't stop!" I groan, as my cock erupts into Shelly's mouth. She must have felt my balls tighten, because she slipped her open mouth over the end just in time. As Shelly is swallowing, she pushes my cock into Cyn's mouth just in time for me to shoot my second spurt of cum into it. They alternate sliding their mouths over the end of my cock, drinking my cum, until I am completely spent. Then, Shelly grabs Cyn's face and plunges her tongue into her mouth, they kiss deeply over the top of my cockhead, trading my cum between them. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen! So fucking unbelievable!
Cyn pulls away from Shelly, licking her lips and looking embarrassed. Shelly smiles and pours them both more wine. I think she's hoping the wine will help Cyn loosen up more. I lay back on the bed, fully spent, wondering what's going to happen next.
"Who's going to eat my pussy?" Shelly says. "You two are way ahead of me and I still haven't caught up."
"Whose fault is that?" Cyn says, turning away to get another drink of wine, clearly avoiding Shelly's question.
"I would love to eat your pussy, Shelly." I say, patting the bed next to me. "Lie down here and let's see if we can get you some relief." Cyn scoots back, to give us room, but seems intent on watching. She sips her wine and sits cross-legged on the bed, as I position myself between Shelly's legs. Shelly turns her head towards Cyn and smiles, as her eyes absorb the lovely sight between Cyn's wide-open thighs.
Determined to give Cyn a good show, I eat Shelly to an explosive orgasm, sucking on her clit and finger fucking her as she bucks feverishly against my mouth. I catch glimpses of Cyn refilling her wine glass several times, as she watches intently. As I lap up Shelly's thick juices and start teasing her to arousal again, she pushes my head away from her pussy.
"Maybe Cyn would like to join us, Mike." Shelly says. "Why don't you lie on your back and one of us can ride your cock while the other one straddles your mouth?" My cock hardens even more as I react to the suggestion and I scramble up on the bed next to Shelly. She's already looking at Cyn, as she starts to sit up.
"What's your pleasure?" Shelly asks Cyn. "Top or bottom?" She laughs, while Cyn gulps down the rest of her wine and nearly misses putting the empty glass on the nightstand. She is feeling no pain, as she points to my cock.
"I'll take the cook... I mean, cock." She says, laughing, as she slurs her words. Shelly smiles at me, as she moves up to the head of the bed. Cyn throws her leg over my body and reaches between her thighs to guide my cock into her slick pussy. As she sits down, impaling herself on my rigid cock, Shelly squats over my head, facing Cyn.
"I want to watch you." Shelly says, as she kneels on either side of my shoulders, putting first her ass and then her pussy against my face.
"You okay, under there?" Shelly asks, laughing, as Cyn starts moving up and down on my cock.
"I'm in heaven." I answer, darting my tongue into Shelly's dripping pussy, as Cyn sets a steady rhythm on my cock. Fucking incredible! I can't see what Cyn and Shelly are doing, but Shelly is leaning forward far enough to be sucking on Cyn's tits and Cyn is moaning and riding my cock like a wild woman. I'm thrusting my hips off the bed, matching her rhythm, as I feel my orgasm start to build.
"Oh fuck!" Cyn cries, as Shelly leans forward, pulling her pussy away from my face. "Oh God! Right there! Don't stop!" Cyn moans, as she starts bouncing frantically on my cock. I'm trying to keep up with her rhythm, but she's gone ballistic! Oh fuck! Shelly is fingering Cyn's clit, while Cyn bounces on my cock! I can felt the back of her fingers, whenever Cyn slams her pussy down.
Leaning my head up, I try to peer between Shelly's legs, but I can't see anything but her ass and her thick pussy lips, which is not a terrible sight, by any means.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cyn slams her pussy down on my rigid cock, locking her muscles in a vice-like grip. Shelly settles back on my mouth and I snake my tongue into her wet pussy, as my hard cock throbs inside Cyn's vibrating pussy. Cyn catches her breath and I'm hoping she'll ride me to completion, but Shelly leans forward again and grabs Cyn in a full embrace, pulling her down on the bed beside us. I twist my body sideways, rolling with them until I can disengage my hard cock from Cyn's slick pussy and move out of their way.
"Mmmmm." Cyn moans, as she kisses Shelly's face. "So good! That was so good!" She murmurs, as their breasts mash against each other and their legs entwine. "Oh god! I've never felt anything like that." She sighs, as they kiss passionately. It's an erotic show, but what about me? I was so fucking close! I watch these beautiful women rub their bodies together; writhing in passion, but all I can think about is my own release. Now I really do feel like a fucking catalyst, like an extra in an x-rated movie.
As I'm lying there, with my aching cock sticking straight up in the air, Shelly breaks the kiss and starts working her way down Cyn's body. Fuck! She's sucking her nipples and running her fingers through Cyn's matted bush. Cyn is lying back with her eyes closed, spreading her legs and pushing her mound up against Shelly's hand. I want to slam my cock back inside her steamy pussy and finish what we started, but Shelly has other ideas. Winking at me, Shelly kneels between Cyn's legs and lowers her mouth to Cyn's wide-open pussy.
"Oh yeah!" Cyn moans, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs, as she grabs Shelly's hair and pulls her face tighter into her pussy. Shelly's voracious attack on Cyn's pussy, leaves her ass waving in the air, finally giving me an avenue for my release. Shelly's orgasm had been cut short too, and her wet pussy lips are an inviting sight, as I kneel on the bed behind her. Grabbing her hips I align my cock with my target. Shelly realizes the implication of my movements and spreads her knees farther apart on the bed.
Positioning my cockhead just inside her thick pussy lips, I slam into her in one quick motion. With my hands on her hips, I start pumping into her like a madman. My orgasm has been building for a while and all I care about is cumming. At this point, I don't care whether Shelly has an orgasm, or is enjoying our fuck; I just want to explode inside her hot pussy.
"Damn!" Shelly cries, pulling her mouth from Cyn's pussy and slamming her ass back against my cock. "You're like an animal back there!" She says, matching my thrusts and shoving one hand between her legs to rub her clit. "You're going to finish me off good!" She grunts, as I feel my balls constrict I hammer her even harder.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I groan, as I jam my cock deep into Shelly's enflamed pussy and start spewing load after load of built up cum into her fiery furnace. She tightens her spasming pussy muscles around my cock, as her orgasm rips through her. I lean against her back, catching my breath, as she again lowers her face to Cyn's pussy.
Shelly finishes Cyn off and we all cuddle together on the sex-soaked bedspread. I enjoy the warmth of their bodies next to mine and spend the next few minutes running my hands over their smooth skin, memorizing their curves. I have a feeling this may be the end or our little tryst.
"We can't let Cyn drive." Shelly says, looking at the clock and sitting up. "You'll have to drive her car and I'll bring you back here for your car." She says authoritatively, as I look at Cyn, almost asleep on the bed next to me. She's right. I gently shake Cyn awake and we all get dressed and leave the hotel.
"You were wonderful, as usual." Cyn says dreamily, leaning her head on my shoulder, as we make the ten-minute drive to her house.
"You were pretty amazing yourself." I answer, resting my hand on her thigh, as we turn onto her street. I park in her normal spot on the driveway and make sure she has her keys and is walking okay, before I run to the curb and get in Shelly's car. We drive away just as Cyn is opening her front door.
"Thanks for your help at the hotel." Shelly says, caressing my thigh much the same way I did Cyn's. "I don't think I could have done it without you." She says.
"What do you think will happen when she sobers up?" I ask, looking at Shelly, as she drives.
"She wasn't so drunk that she didn't know who was doing what." Shelly says, matter-of-factly. "Some people need an excuse for their behavior, the wine provided that. She'll be fine next time."
"So, next Thursday?" I ask, knowing the answer.
"I'm hoping we won't be seeing you next Thursday." Shelly says, smiling like the Chesire Cat.
"That's what I thought." I answer quietly.
"Hey, don't act like such a victim." Shelly admonishes. "You got some great sex out of this didn't you?"
"Unbelievable sex." I answer, honestly.
"Well then." She says, adopting her professorial tone. "Would you have still done it, if you'd known everything from the beginning?" She asks. I think about it and realize she's right.
"Of course. In a heartbeat." I answer more lively than I expected.
"There you go." She says, patting my leg. "You're a marvelously talented lover, Mike." She says, looking towards me as she pulls into the hotel's parking lot. "You made me feel half my age and twice as sexy as I really am." She smiles. "Now, go seduce someone your own age." She laughs, as she stops next to my car.
"Thanks, Shelly." I answer, leaning over and kissing her briefly on the lips. "You're at least twice as sexy as you think you are." I tell her as I get out of the car.
What a night! I collapse on my bed, falling asleep without even getting undressed. In the morning, I'm surprised to find a text message from Jasmine.
SORRY I GOT MAD! PICK ME UP AFTER SCHOOL? IF YOU'RE NOT STILL ANGRY.
I text back immediately that I was never angry with her and I'll see her after school. There's no cheerleader practice on Fridays because the game is that night, so I have to hustle to get from my last class to her school by the time she gets out.
I pull up in front of her school just as classes start letting out. Normally, I would be checking out every hard bodied teenage girl who passes my car, but today I'm focused on just one. I see her running towards my car with her backpack slung over one arm. She's wearing her low-slung jeans and a stretchy top that clings enticingly to her teenage curves.
"Hi Mike." She says, jumping in my car and closing the door. "I'm so sorry I got mad at you!" She says, leaning over and kissing my cheek. Her lips linger just a little longer than usual and for a minute I think she's going to move them around to touch mine. But she sits back in her seat and puts her backpack on the floor.
"Thanks for picking me up." She smiles. "I really need to talk to you." She says.
"Starbucks?" I ask
"How about the park?" She answers. "It's kind of private." We drive in silence until we get to the park. Jasmine throws open her door and runs to the swings, in the nearly deserted play area.
"Aunt Cyn was pretty mellowed out when she got home last night." Jasmine says, smiling at me, as I walk behind the swing she's sitting on and give her a gentle push.
"I know." I answer, as my hands push against her ass cheeks. "I drove her home."
"Oh." She says, probably wondering about the logistics, but she just keeps swinging. I watch as her top rides up and her thong is visible above the low waist of her jeans.
"I told her that I overheard her conversation with my mom." She says, as I continue to push her higher. She looks around to make sure we're still alone. "I told her I'd be the third person." She says, looking over her shoulder at me.
"What'd she say?" I ask, my imagination taking off with this idea.
"She laughed at me and said I needed to find someone my own age." She says, smiling. "I didn't tell her that I knew you, but I asked her if you were really as good as she said you were." I realize she's intentionally drawing out her description of the conversation, to tease me, and I'm happy to play along.
"And... What did she say?" I ask, playfully pushing her harder.
"She said you were better." She says quietly. "So I took advantage of her loose-lipped condition and convinced her to tell me about it. She told me the whole story about how she met you at the book store and how she teased and taunted you." She says. "She even described in explicit detail what you did to her with your tongue." Jasmine says, putting her feet on the ground and stopping the swing.
"She kept referring to your talented tongue. She made you sound like a sexy superhero." Jasmine says, turning towards me. "Tongue-man, with abilities far beyond those of mortal man, providing orgasms for women of all ages and races!" She laughs, pulling me into a playful embrace. "Cleverly disguised as a mild-mannered book store clerk." She says, lightly kissing my lips. I can't think of anything witty or intelligent to say, so I just hold her tight, relishing the feeling of her body against mine.
"Mike... I... um... I... want you to do to me what you did to Aunt Cyn." She says, again pressing her lips to mine. I slide my tongue into her mouth and caress her back with my hands. My heart is beating so hard, I'm sure she can feel it against her chest.
"Don't get the wrong idea." She says, pulling her face back from mine. "I'm not saying that I think we have a future as a couple, but it was Aunt Cyn who was so adamant that I shouldn't date outside of my race. Kind of hypocritical, don't you think?" She asks.
"Very." I say, hoping that's the right answer. We stand there for a few minutes, neither of us speaking. I finally break the silence.
"I'm going to have to think about it, Jasmine." I say. "I don't usually do high school girls, they're so impressionable." I tell her, smiling.
"I'll show you impressionable." She says, smacking my ass and running across the playground. I take off after her and she stops at the crossbars, pulling herself up. She swings one leg and then the other over the bar and lets go with her hands. Hanging by her knees, she smiles at me upside down. Her blouse slides up revealing her flat, brown stomach and the bottom of her black, bra. I walk around behind her, where her thong strap is visible, as it disappears into her tight jeans. Holding her legs, so she can't swing off the bar, I snap the elastic strip of her black thong.
"Ooooo!" She says. "You're going to get it." She says, wiggling her ass around and trying to get off the bars.
"I'm counting on it." I say, letting go of her legs and stepping back as she swings once and then flips herself upright onto the ground.
"Very impressive!" I say, applauding.
"So, do you want to pick me up after the football game tonight?" She asks, seductively, as she straightens her clothes.
"I can't, Jasmine, I have to work." I tell her. "Besides we wouldn't have much time and I want to do this right." I figure this might be a one-time thing and I don't want it to be a quickie after a football game. "How about tomorrow?" I ask.
"I have cheerleader competition all day, but I'm free tomorrow night." She says, standing close and looking expectantly at my face. My dream is coming true if I can just schedule it!
"Damn! I have to work tomorrow night." I say, my frustration starting to build. "I'm off all day Sunday, what do you have planned?" I ask, wrapping my arms around her.
"Umm..." She says, looking at the sky. "Spending the day with you?" She asks. "How early can you pick me up?" She asks excitedly.
"As early as you like." I say, my cock hardening against the warmth of her body. "I'll get rid of my roommate and we'll have the whole day!" I tell her.
"Is nine o'clock too early?" She asks, rocking against the bulge in my pants.
"Not at all!" I tell her, glancing at my watch. "Shit! I have to go to work." I say, leading her back towards my car.
"I can't wait until Sunday." I tell her, kissing her on the mouth, when I drop her off at her house.
"Me either." She whispers. "I'm wet just thinking about it." She smiles.
"Just don't forget to take your pills!" I admonish her playfully.
"Don't worry. That'll never happen again." She says.
"Good!" I tell her.
"Mike." She says, leaning into the car. "No more secrets, okay?" She says, smiling.
"No more secrets, Jasmine." I respond. "I'll see you Sunday. Good luck tomorrow with the competition." She closes the door and I drive away, wondering how I ever got so lucky!
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I spend most of Saturday, getting everything ready for Sunday. After cleaning the apartment and doing laundry, I drive to the mall and pick out some flavored massage oil and scented candles. When I get home, I make a playlist on my IPOD of mood music; slow ballads and light jazz. I want this to be perfect. I want this to be the most memorable day Jasmine has ever spent. By the time I leave for work, I have everything ready.
"Hi, Mike." Amber says, walking up as I clock in for work. "We don't seem to work together much anymore." She smiles.
"Hi, Amber. Good to see you." I say, glancing up as I punch my employee number into the computer. "I haven't seen you since that party... well, I've seen you, but we haven't worked together or talked." I say, wondering if I should warn her about how Jimmy dumped Jasmine.
"How're things working out with Jimmy?" I ask.
"Okay." She says. "Honestly, I caught him on the rebound and he's still in mourning for Jasmine." She says. "Who I've seen you with a lot lately." She says, moving closer to me and lowering her voice. "Be careful, Mike." She whispers. "Jasmine's trouble."
"What do you mean?" I ask her defensively. "Do you know what Jimmy did to her."
"What he did?" She says indignantly. "She went out on him and got herself pregnant!" Amber says, louder than I think she means to, and glances around to see if anyone heard her. We're alone, so she continues. "You know she's pregnant, right?" She says conspiratorially.
"She's not pregnant." I tell her. "She thought she was because she was a few days late, but she started her period that same night." I tell her. "But you're the one that has to be careful. As soon as she told Jimmy she thought she was pregnant, he dumped her like a hot potato."
"That's because he knew it wasn't his." She says quietly. "But she wasn't pregnant, after all?"
"No." I tell her, confused by her question. "How well do you know Jasmine?" I ask. "Because she swears she never went out on Jimmy and I believe her." I say.
"Oh fuck!" Amber says, sitting down in a nearby chair. "I'm not suppose to tell anyone, but Jimmy told me he can't have kids." I must look shocked because she continues a bit faster. "Some childhood disease that wasn't treated properly and he ended up sterile." She says. "A big settlement for malpractice and everything, but that's why Jimmy was so sure that Jasmine cheated on him. He knew if she was pregnant, it couldn't be his."
"Jasmine didn't know about Jimmy?" I ask, trying to figure out how Amber knows, but Jasmine doesn't.
"He was embarrassed. He didn't want to tell anyone, but I pressed him for how he could be so sure it wasn't his kid." She smiles at me. "I can be pretty persuasive." She says, and I don't doubt it.
"So Jasmine says, 'I'm pregnant' instead of 'I'm late or I might be..."
"And Jimmy figures she cheated on him." Amber interrupts, finishing my thought. "It's all a big misunderstanding." She says, looking at me. I think about it for a minute.
"Fuck!" I say under my breath. "I bet that's exactly what happened."
"Are you going to tell Jasmine?" She asks.
"Are you going to tell Jimmy?" I ask.
"I don't know." She says, lost in thought as a customer approaches and I help him find a book.
Amber and I don't discuss it any further and it's still on my mind when I go to bed that night. I toss and turn all night, considering the consequences of telling Jasmine and not telling her. I imagine blurting it out right when I pick her up Sunday morning and see her running back in her house to call Jimmy. What if I don't tell her at all or wait until Monday, pretending I just found out? No more secrets, I told her. Fuck! What if I wait until we're naked in bed and say, 'by the way...'? I wouldn't have taken advantage of her, but I'd at least have touched and seen her naked body.
I still don't know what to do, even as I drive over to pick her up. I'm definitely going to tell her, it's just the timing that's in question. She doesn't wait for me to come to the door, but comes running out as I pull into her driveway. She's wearing her typical uniform of low-slung jeans, this time with a pull over orange blouse that accents her milk chocolate skin perfectly. The v-neck shows off the inside curves of her breasts, while the puffy sleeves give her that innocent schoolgirl look.
"What?" She says smiling, as she gets into the car.
"You look delicious." I tell her, leaning over and lightly kissing her on the lips. Her light orange lip-gloss, which matches her blouse, also tastes like orange. "Mmm, you are delicious."
"That was what I was going for." She smiles. "I'm glad you approve." She sits back in her seat, looking anxious and nervous at the same time.
"Jasmine." I say, as I pull away from the curb. "There's something I need to tell you." Fuck! I realize that I'm going to tell her, without even consciously deciding. Damn that, 'No more secrets' crap!
"What?" She says, turning in her seat to face me.
"Let's go to Starbucks and talk." I say, not wanting to talk about it while I'm driving.
"Why?" She says. "I don't want to go to Starbucks, Mike. Why can't you tell me in the car or at your house?" She asks.
"Because once I've told you, you might not want to come to my house." I answer, solemnly.
"Why not?" She says, looking puzzled. "You can't be fucking someone else in my family. I already know about Aunt Cyn and her friends." She says, trying to make light of whatever I'm going to tell her. "My mom wasn't interested and I don't have a sister." I smile at her as I pull the car over to the curb.
"I know why Jimmy thought you cheated on him." I say, turning towards her.
"So do I, because he didn't want to take responsibility if I was pregnant." She says, defiantly.
"I was talking with Amber last night." I say, and before I can continue, Jasmine interrupts me.
"You're still seeing her?" She asks, incredulously.
"Not like that!" I answer quickly. "We were at work. We both work at the book store remember?" I add quietly.
"Oh yeah." She says sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Anyway, Amber says that Jimmy told her he was very sick when he was a kid. The doctors fucked up the treatment and he ended up sterile." I pause to let it sink in. "He couldn't have made you pregnant, Jasmine, so he thought someone else must have." She's just starring at me, not talking.
"If that's true, why didn't he ever tell me?" She asks, trying to rationalize what I've said. "We were dating for almost a year and he never mentioned it, but after two weeks he tells Amber?" She asks, shaking her head and clearly not believing what I'm telling her.
"Maybe he was embarrassed, or didn't know how to tell you." I answer. "Amber says that she confronted him about how he could be so sure that you weren't carrying his kid, and that's when he told her." Jasmine, just sits there, still shaking her head. I look at her beautiful face and sexy young body, thinking about what could have been.
"Shall I take you home now?" I ask her, turning back in my seat and starting the car.
"What?" She says, looking over at me. "NO! This doesn't change anything, Mike." She says. "Even if this is all true, Jimmy should have known that I wouldn't fuck anyone else. He should have believed in me! And he damn sure shouldn't have been fucking Amber twenty minutes after we broke up." She says, folding her arms across her chest.
"Do you want to take me home?" She asks quietly, looking over at me.
"Absolutely not!" I answer. "I want you more than you know, Jasmine. I just didn't think, you know, if there was a chance for you and Jimmy, that you'd still want..."
"I still want, Mike." She says. "I still want you to make me feel like Aunt Cyn said you made her feel." She says, putting her hand on my thigh, as I steer the car towards my apartment. "Come on Tongue-man, show a girl a good time, huh?" She says playfully, squeezing my thigh. Goddamn! This couldn't be better! I'm finally going to fuck Jasmine and I didn't have to deceive her to do it!
"Here we are." I tell Jasmine, as I unlock the door and let her into my apartment. She appears even more nervous and vulnerable than she did in the car. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me.
"You still want this?" I ask. "It's always okay to change your mind." I tell her, wondering why I keep giving her chances to back out.
"No, I'm just nervous, Mike." She says, hugging me. "I've only ever been with Jimmy." She says. "You've been with older, more experienced women..." Her voice trails off and I hold her tightly. "I've seen how you look at me and I'm afraid you might be disappointed."
"There is no way I could ever be disappointed." I laugh with relief that she isn't having second thoughts. "Leave everything to me!" I tell her. "After all, I'm... super tongue, or whatever."
"Tongue-man." She says, stepping back and laughing. "Okay, I'll leave it to you." She says, looking around at my apartment, probably wondering what to do or say next.
"Come on." I say, leading her into the bedroom. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'm the one who should be nervous." I tell her, as we walk into the bedroom. "I want this to be absolutely perfect for you." I turn on my IPOD to start the soft music and then light the four candles that I've placed on the dresser and nightstands.
"Wow!" She says, looking at the candles and then at me. "I'm used to my jeans around my ankles in the backseat of a car." She says. "That night at the party was going to be our first time in a bed." She says, as I step forward and start lifting the hem of her blouse. Her eyes bore into mine as she raises her arms and I slowly pull the orange blouse over her head. I caress her shoulders and then slide my hands down her back, releasing her bra. Pulling the straps from her shoulders, she steps back as I pull the bra away from her firm, brown tits.
Fuck! They are magnificent! About twice as big as Ambers, with dark areolas and thick nipples that makes me think of what Cyn's tits must have looked like at this age. I cradle them in my hands and she shivers when I brush my thumbs across her nipples. They're very responsive. I bet they'll harden quickly when I suck on them.
Determined to take this slowly and anxious to explore every inch of her body, I release her tits. Running my fingers down her sides and around her back, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, at the small of her back.
"Don't even think about it." She says, as my fingers touch her thong.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"Snapping my thong." She says, sliding her hand over the bulge in my pants. "If you were considering it, you might want to reconsider." She says, squeezing my hard cock through my pants. Pulling my hand from her jeans, I bring it around to the front and unfasten them.
"Wait." She says, as I start to pull her jeans down. What now? I'm wondering if she's finally changed her mind, when she says, "I need to take my shoes off." I laugh at my own nervousness and playfully push her back on the bed.
"I'll do it." I tell her, lifting her feet and removing her shoes and socks. "Now the jeans?" I ask.
"Now the jeans." She says, leaning back and shoving them down over her hips. I watch her tits bounce from side to side as she wiggles out of her jeans. Grabbing the pant legs, I pull them off. What a sight! Jasmine is lying back on my bed in just her black thong, smiling at me. Her thick black bush pushes against the thin material covering her pussy and stray hairs curl around the edges of it. I want to take it slowly, but I can't wait to see her completely naked. It's like I'm afraid that at any time I could wake up and find this is all a dream.
Leaning over the end of the bed, I run my hands up the outside of her thighs until my fingers touch the thin strip of material at her hips. I pause, like I'm unveiling an exquisite sculpture and then slowly start to pull her thong down. She bends her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed. As she lifts her ass from the bed, I try to pull the thong down over her thighs. I tug on it, but it won't budge.
"It's caught between my cheeks." She laughs embarrassingly, reaching one hand behind her back. This couldn't go any less smooth, but the humor of the situation eases the tension we're both feeling.
"No." I say quickly. "I'll get it." Sliding my hand over her ass cheek, I grab the thin strip of material and pull it down. As it disengages from between her cheeks, she straightens her legs out and I pull the thong the rest of the way off. The triangle of material that was covering her pussy is soaking wet.
"Whoa. Did you shower in this?" I tease her, as I hold her thong up.
"Very funny." She says, getting more embarrassed, closing her legs and lying rigidly with her arms at her side. I decide teasing isn't the best approach to take with her.
"You are beautiful." I tell her, grabbing the bottle of massage oil from the dresser. I heated it in hot water before I went to get Jasmine, and it's still warm. "I'm going to give you a massage to help you relax... and because I want to explore your beautiful body." I tell her, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting massage oil on her palm. "Then I'm going to give you more orgasms than you ever thought possible."
"Mmmm." She says, as I massage her palm with my thumbs and run my fingers between the bones on the back of her hands. "Is this what you did for Aunt Cyn?" She asks.
"No." I tell her. "Your aunt Cyn was more anxious to just jump into it. She wasn't interested in candles, soft music or massage oils. This is all for you." I say, my hands moving up her arms, kneading her lovely brown flesh. "Just lie back and close your eyes." I tell her, as the back of my hand brushes against the side of her breast.
"I'm kind of anxious too, Mike." Jasmine says, turning her head to look at me. "You saw my panties." She smiles.
"All in due time." I say, moving to the other side of the bed and starting on her other hand. Trust me, it'll be worth it."
"I trust you, Mike." She says, closing her eyes. "That feels nice." I massage all the way up her arm before moving to the foot of the bed to massage her feet. With her eyes closed, I can scrutinize her body without embarrassing her. I've imagined this moment a hundred times, but even in my imagination, it wasn't this good.
As I massage her calf and move my hands onto her thigh, she reflexively parts her legs. Her pubic hair is thick and untrimmed, forming a natural triangle over her pussy mound. I put more oil on my palm and start to massage the milk chocolate skin on her inner thigh. She sighs and spreads her legs farther apart. Her thick black pussy lips are slick with her juices and I'm tempted to touch them, but I resist.
"When do I get to feel that talented tongue of yours?" Jasmine says, dreamily, as I finish massaging her other thigh.
"Right now." I tell her impulsively leaning my face over hers and licking from her chin up the side of her cheek.
"That's not funny!" She laughs, as I continue to lick her face like a puppy dog. She brings her hands up to my chest and pushes me away. "That's mean!" She says, playfully. "You get me all worked up, ready for sex and then you do that!" She says. "You can at least get undressed." She says, looking surprised that I still have my clothes on.
"It's time for you to turn over." I say. "I'm saving your breasts until after I've done your back." I tell her, as I quickly take off my clothes. I'm surprisingly self-conscious, as Jasmine watches me disrobe.
"So that's what a white one looks like." She teases, reaching out and wrapping her hand around my hard cock. Maybe playful teasing is a good approach to relieve her nervousness.
"You didn't know what you were missing, did you." I answer, cheerfully. "Come on, time to turn over." Jasmine releases my cock, as she rolls over and I get my first really good look at her cute, brown ass. My cock stiffens even more at the sight of her curvy ass cheeks. I hurriedly massage the backs of Jasmine's legs, spreading them apart as I work the oil into her skin. I can't wait to get my hands on her firm, young ass.
Kneeling between her legs, I'm entranced by the way her skin darkens in the small of her back and down the crevice between her ass cheeks, as they curve together. The same dark pigmentation happens on the inside of her thighs and the backs of her knees. I put a few drops of oil on her ass cheeks, and a few extra drops between them. Cupping her round cheeks in my hands, I rub my thumbs along the crevice, teasing her puckered asshole.
"Mmmmm." Jasmine sighs, spreading her legs even wider and raising her ass slightly. I'm lightly rubbing one thumb between her asshole and her pussy, when she pushes up against me and my thumb glides over her slick pussy lips.
"Ohh yeah!" Jasmine says. "Please touch me, Mike." She pleads. "I'm so wet and ready." She says.
"Patience." I answer, getting up on my knees and straddling her ass. I nestle my cock between her recently oiled ass cheeks, as I pour oil in my palm and start massaging her back. Rocking back and forth, as I caress her shoulders and upper back, my cock slides up and down the crack of her ass.
"Oh, Mike." Jasmine says, pushing her ass up against my hard cock. "Fuck me, baby." She pleads. "I'm so ready to be fucked." I lean my head down next to hers so I'm almost lying on her back.
"Okay, turn over and let tongue-man do his stuff." I whisper, as I slide off of her and let her turn over.
"It's about time." She says. "You've been massaging me for hours." I look at the clock on the nightstand. Not hours, but we have been doing this for over forty-five minutes. When she's on her back, I straddle her hips, resting my erect cock against her cushy pussy mound. With more oil on my hands, I start gently rubbing it all over her tits. Squeezing and kneading, I spread oil over, around and under her perfectly round orbs. With my palms against her nipples, I rub in a circular motion, teasing her hard, thick nipples.
"Yeah!" Jasmine smiles. "That feels nice." She says, rocking her hips so my cock moves up and down against her pussy mound. Leaning down, I suck one of her taut nipples into my mouth and flick my tongue against it. My nibbling and sucking elicits moans of pleasure, as I switch from one to the other and back. The massage oil I got has a faint cherry taste to it and I lick all over her tits and around her dark areolas.
"I'm ready to taste you now." I whisper, leaning my face down to hers.
"It's about time." She whispers. "I was wondering if you were ever going to get to it." She smiles, as I slide my body down her oily skin. I pause, with my face in her wide-open crotch, savoring the sight of her thick pussy lips, slightly spread apart, revealing the fleshy pink center. Flattening my tongue, I take one long lick from the bottom of her pussy lips to the top, spreading them as I go. I breathe in through my nose and the combination of her aroma and her taste is intoxicating. My cock is rock hard, as I start to explore her pussy with my tongue.
"Oh fuck yes!" Jasmine cries, arching her back and pushing her pussy hard against my tongue. I tease her pussy lips, running my tongue between her inner and outer labia and then sucking them into my mouth, nibbling gently with my teeth. Jasmine is squirming around and pushing against my mouth, trying to get my tongue into eager pussy. Finally, I relent, stiffening my tongue and plunging it into her succulent opening.
"Oh my god!" Jasmine moans, as I rapidly tongue fuck her. Every few seconds I move my mouth up and gently flick my tongue across her clit. When I do, she goes crazy, bucking her pussy against my mouth and moaning loudly.
"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" She cries as I replace my tongue with two fingers and suck her clit into my mouth. As I finger fuck her juicy pussy, I gently suck on her clit and lightly run my tongue over the tip of it. She's trashing around so much that I can hardly keep her clit in my mouth. With my free hand, I press down on her pussy mound to hold her still.
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"Ohhhhh! Mike!" Jasmine calls out. "I'm cumming, Mike!" She says, bucking wildly against my mouth. "You're making me cum!" She cries, as I keep up the assault on her pussy, finger fucking her and sucking on her clit. Grabbing my head with her hands, she pulls me so tightly against her wide-open pussy that I'm barely able to breathe. I keep sucking her clit until she clenches her pussy tightly around my fingers and tries to hold my head still with her hands. Shaking and trembling, she jerks convulsively several times and then relaxes her thighs.
Pulling my head back, I gasp for air, before I start lapping up her sweet juices. Her pussy is drenched and I drink from her heavily flowing juices like I'm dying of thirst.
"Oh my god!" Jasmine pants. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard." She sighs, while sucking air into her lungs. I watch her chest heave and her tits swell, as she tries to catch her breath. My cock is rock solid, but I'm too drunk on her flavor to stop lapping up her juices. After licking all around her pussy and her thighs, I push her legs up and slurp up the creamy sauce that has run down between her ass cheeks. She lets out a soft moan as my tongue darts in and out of her tight little asshole.
Licking from her asshole to her pussy, I suck her labia into my mouth, swallowing the steady stream of pussy juice continuing to flow from between her lips. When she starts rocking back against me, I lick faster, allowing my tongue to barely graze her clit.
"Ohhhhhhh! Miiiiiiike!" She moans, as my tongue lightly touches the underside of her clit.
A couple of years ago, my former landlady taught me how to stimulate a woman's clitoris. Most men overdo it, she told me, sucking too hard and too fast. Although the woman might orgasm, she's likely to be sore afterwards. She described how sensitive the clitoris is, especially right after an orgasm. Using herself as a live teaching aid, she encouraged me to practice a delicately light touch with my tongue. With her constant instruction and lots of practice, I perfected an approach that gave her slow building, extremely intense orgasms with no residual soreness. The technique involves filling my mouth with a mixture of pussy juice and saliva, before I start sucking on her clit. Then, stimulating her clit by swishing the juices all around it with my tongue, without making direct contact with her clit. She said she'd never felt anything like it. It took forever for her to peak and then she exploded in sheer ecstasy.
Jasmine's pussy is soaking wet and I fill my mouth with her warm nectar. Resting my chin between her splayed open pussy lips and sucking her clit into my mouth, I agitate the liquid with my tongue, swishing it around her engorged clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! God! Mike!" Jasmine cries, trying to buck against my mouth. With her legs in the air and my hands on the back of her thighs, she can't move very much, making it easier to keep my mouth on her clit. With a gentle sucking motion and a quick up and down movement of my tongue, I tantalize her sensitive clit and she begs for more.
"Oh! Mike!" Jasmine breathes. "What are you doing?" She pants. "Is this what Aunt Cyn was talking about?" She asks. "Oh! Fuck!" She entwines her fingers in my hair, squeezing my head, but not pulling me against her. "I've... never... felt... anything..." She pants, her breath coming in short gasps as her orgasm builds.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccck!" She screams. "Don't stop!" She yells, pulling my hair so hard it hurts. "Don't you dare fucking stop! God! Mike! It's still building!" She's clawing at my scalp, as I move my tongue faster, but still avoid direct contact with her clit. Jerking her head off the bed, with her teeth clenched together and her eyes closed, she starts shaking uncontrollably.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jasmine screams, pushing my mouth away from her clit, as her orgasm thunders through her body and her juices gush over my chin. I hungrily gulp down her intoxicating serum, licking her puffy lips, as she shakes and trembles through her orgasm. When Jasmine finally lowers her legs, I continue to lick her inner thighs and all around her pussy.
"Fuck me, Mike." Jasmine says, between breaths. My cock is throbbing and I need relief, but I'm obsessed with her taste. "Please, Mike." Jasmine pleads, spreading her legs and tugging on my shoulders. My face is coated with her juices from my chin to my cheeks. Wiping my face against her thick, triangular bush, I kiss her stomach and lick between her tits.
A thin coating of pussy juice smears across her tits as I rub my face between them. Her dark nipples are jutting rigidly from her tits and I suck one into my mouth, while I pinch and tease the other one with my hand. Lying with my torso between her widespread legs, I alternate sucking each nipple and kneading her pliable, round tits.
"Pleeeeeeeeease, Mike!" Jasmine sighs, running her fingers through my hair and rocking her drenched pussy against my abdomen. I move my face to hers and kiss her lightly, as I position my throbbing cock against her dripping pussy lips. I'm raised up on my arms and my chest is lightly brushing against her hard nipples. As I stare into her face and push my hard cock deep inside her saturated pussy, I am overwhelmed with a feeling of love and I'm starting to tell her before I even think about the consequences.
"Jasmine. I... I... " Catching myself just in time, I hold my cock perfectly still inside her fiery pussy, using the weight of my body to keep Jasmine from moving. "I am drunk on the taste of you." I tell her. "I want to fuck you, but I need to taste you some more first." I say, quickly sliding my cock out of her pussy, as I move my body down hers.
"No! Mike! That's enough! Fuck me, now!" Jasmine yells as I again lower my head between her legs. "Ohhhhhh! Damn you! Ohhhhhhhh!" She cries, bucking against my face, as I start sucking the moisture out of her cunt. I have never seen a pussy so swamped with juices and I bury my face between her gaping lips. I'm no longer trying to prove my sexual prowess, or tease her with a clever tongue technique. I am delirious and out of control, drinking her nectar, like a man possessed. Her body reacts to my invigorated assault and she humps my face, while thrashing around on the bed. I hungrily slurp her seemingly endless supply of sweet, hot syrup.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuck! I'm cumming again!" Jasmine cries, and I react immediately. Pulling my pussy-soaked face from between her legs, I nearly dive up over her body and slam my hard, throbbing cock into her trembling pussy, pounding her towards another orgasm.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" Jasmine screams, as she wraps her arms around me and thrusts her pussy hard against my cock. "Aaarrrrggggghhhhh!" She groans, her orgasm exploding through her body, but I don't relent. I keep hammering her soggy pussy, fucking her harder and faster until she's just holding on, rocking along with me. Pussy juice is still clinging to my lips, as she shoves her tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately.
My orgasm builds rapidly, as my cock glides along the slick walls of her steamy pussy. Muffled moans escape from our mouths, still locked together in a deep, tongue intensive kiss, as her urgency rebuilds itself. Bucking her hips off the bed, as I slam my hard cock into her, she digs her nails into my shoulders and tightens her pussy muscles around my cock. With one last thrust, I erupt inside of her, jerkily spewing several hours of build up cum.
Breaking the kiss and gasping for air, I collapse on her chest. Her legs relax back onto the bed, but she keeps her arms wrapped around my back. Neither one of us speaks, as we struggle to catch our breaths.
"Your face is all wet." Jasmine teases, as she runs her hand over my cheek. "Your cheeks are soaked almost to your ears! Did I do that?" She asks with mock innocence. I'm lying on her with my spent cock nestled inside her soggy pussy. I slide my chest to the side, so I can fondle her left tit.
"I could have drowned." I say playfully, as I gently caress her tit and look into her eyes. Her face is radiant, with that post-coital glow.
"I've never been so wet." She says quietly, almost like it's an apology.
"I've never seen anyone with such a responsive body. I could have eaten you all day." I say.
"Speaking of eating. It's almost lunch time." I tell her. "I can make some sandwiches or quesadillas. "I offer. "Or I could heat some soup, if you'd like."
"How can you be hungry, after all you've just eaten." She says, squeezing her pussy around my soft cock, to ensure I get her meaning.
"You're right. I've had my nourishment." I say, squeezing her thick nipple and gently stretching it out from her dark areola. "I was just thinking of you." Lowering my head, I suck her right nipple into my mouth, while I continue to gently stretch and pinch her left one.
"Mmmm." She sighs, as I grip her nipple between my teeth and flick my tongue across the taut tip. "You are unbelievable, Mike." She says, combing her fingers through my hair, as I continue to toy with her nipples, biting, nibbling, pinching and twisting until she starts a faint rocking of her hips. My cock responds to her movement and I rock with her, gradually building to a slow rhythmic fucking.
"You're ready again?" She asks incredulously, raising her knees up and spreading her legs wider.
"Not so surprising." I say, pulling my mouth from her nipple and looking at her face. "You are beautiful, sexy, sensual and besides, unlike someone here, I've only cum once." She smiles as I lower my mouth to hers and slowly glide my fully recovered cock in and out of her slippery hole.
Without the urgency I felt during our first fuck, I maintain an excruciatingly slow pace, sliding my cock all the way into her and then grinding my pelvic bone against her clit before gradually sliding it all the way out. After several repetitions of this slow motion fucking, Jasmine is humping her pussy around my cock and begging me to go faster.
"Please, Mike!" She says. "You are such a good tease, but I need you to really fuck me!" I don't answer, but after a few more slow strokes I concede to her wishes and pick up the pace.
"Wait." She says, grabbing my shoulders and squeezing her legs around me. "I want to be on top." She smiles. "I want to ride you." She smiles as she tries to flip us over.
"Okay." I answer, excited about the prospect of watching her tits bounce as she rides my cock. "Hold on a second." I tell her, lifting my ass and sliding my hard cock halfway out of her pussy, so she can straighten her legs under me. "Okay, now roll over." I tell her, wrapping my arms around her and rolling our bodies together. We flip over perfectly, without disengaging my cock from her pussy.
"That's better." She says, pulling her knees up next to my hips and sitting up straight. "Now I'm in control." She smiles, brushing her hard nipples against my chest as she leans down to kiss me. When she sits back up, she squirms around getting the fit right, before she starts moving up and down on my cock. I watch her tits flopping around, slapping against her chest, as she starts bouncing on my cock.
"Oh yeah!" I encourage her as she starts bouncing faster and I reach up to grab her tits. Catching one in each hand, I squeeze them, while humping my ass off the bed to match her rhythm. With her head back and her eyes closed, she rides me faster and faster, as I maul her tits and pinch her nipples.
"Oh Mike!" She pants, as I move one hand from her tit and slide it down through her thick bush, finding her clit with my thumb. "Ohhhhhhh! Yeah!" Jasmine cries, as I massage her love button and she starts bouncing frantically on my hard cock. I'm bucking my ass off the bed, trying to keep my thumb against her clit, as I feel myself about to explode.
"I'm going to cum." I pant, as Jasmine rides my cock like a wild woman, viciously slamming her pussy down around my shaft at a frenetic pace. "I can't hold back!" I tell her, shooting my load into her enflamed pussy.
"I'm cumming too!" She cries, jouncing a few more times before she clamps her pussy around my cock and jerks violently up and down. Dropping onto my chest, she pushes her tongue into my mouth while her body shakes and trembles through the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wrap my arms around her, holding her snugly against me and we lie there in a state of contented bliss.
We both doze off for a while and never get around to lunch. I awaken at the sound of a loud noisy ring tone that I don't recognize.
"Sorry." Jasmine says, sliding off of me with a deep sigh, as my spent cock plops from her drenched pussy. "It's my mom." She says, finding her jeans and pulling her cell phone from the pocket.
"Hi mom!" She says, cheerfully after flipping the phone open. "I'm not sure." She says into the phone. "What time is it?" She whispers to me, as she crawls back up on the bed. I glance at the clock and then reach over and fondle her tits as they hang under her crawling body.
"Three o'clock." I whisper back, as she settles down next to me with her head on my shoulder.
"That sounds great, what time?" She says into the phone, as her hand moves between my legs and starts stroking my balls with her fingertips. "Can I bring Mike?" She asks, smiling at me. "He's my new boyfriend." She says, looking me in the eyes and smiling broadly. "You remember I told you about him. He works at the bookstore." She says, wrapping her fingers around my soft cock and gently stretching it out. "Okay, mom. Love you, too. See you then." She flips the phone closed and tosses it on the floor by her jeans.
"I have to be home for dinner at five. "She says. "How would you like to have dinner at my house?" She says, moving down the bed, so her face is lying on my thigh.
"You told your mom about me?" I ask. She called me her boyfriend!
"No." She says, as she starts licking the sides of my cock. "But she hardly pays attention when I talk to her, so she won't remember that I didn't." She smiles as she feeds my cockhead into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. My cock responds instantly, stiffening in her grasp and she widens her grip.
"I'm your boyfriend?" I ask. "I thought you didn't date white guys." I tease, as my cock continues to harden within her warm mouth.
"I thought you didn't date high school girls?" She says, smiling.
"I will if you will." I answer, pushing my semi-erect cock back into her mouth. She just smiles and starts bobbing her head up and down. I watch her black lips slide up and down my pale cock and I can't believe she called me her fucking boyfriend! I was sure that when I told her about Jimmy, she would go running back to him. As much as I dreamed about this, I was never very optimistic about it actually happening.
Jasmine is a more talented cocksucker than I imagined, and in no time, she has me bucking my ass off the bed, trying to push more of my hard cock into her mouth. I assumed that because her and Jimmy had only been fucking a few months, that she would be inexperienced. But it makes sense that giving head would be a good alternative to losing her virginity.
"Ohhhh! Jasmine!" I pant, as she licks the underside of my cock, while her lips continue to slide up and down the length of it. She's cradling my balls with her hands, gently rolling them between her fingers and I'm about to explode any second.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming again!" I warn her. Pulling her lips back, she rapidly flicks her tongue against the sensitive area at the base of my cockhead, while continuing to caress my balls. I lose it and erupt into her mouth, spewing hot cum onto her tongue. She sucks and swallows; milking every drop of cum from my cock, before letting it gently slide from her mouth.
Sitting back on her knees, she licks her lips and smiles at me. "We're due at my mom's house at five o'clock and I need a shower." She says. "Can we take a shower before I go home?" She asks, seductively.
"What happened to the nervous girl who was here this morning?" I tease, as my breathing returns to normal and I recover from my third orgasm.
"I guess you sucked all the nervousness out of her." She laughs. "What about that shower?" She asks, getting off the bed.
"Come on." I say, rolling off the bed. "I'll wash your back." I say, kissing her lips as I squeeze her bare ass cheek.
"Just my back?" She teases as we walk down the hall to the bathroom. I turn on the water and get towels from the hall closet. As I step into the shower Jasmine wraps her arms around me and we kiss passionately while the water sprays over us.
"This has been the best day of my life." She says as we're lathering soap on each other and I'm still marveling at the fact that she's here.
"Me too." I say, as I squeeze her soapy tits and move my hands down to lather her hairy pussy mound.
"Really?" She asks, looking at me intently. "Even better than Aunt Cyn and Shelly together? Even better than fucking Shelly's ass?" She asks, not in a teasing way, but challenging whether I'm just placating her.
"Better than both of those put together." I say instantly. "Your Aunt Cyn was very descriptive wasn't she?" I ask, playfully running my fingers through her thick bush.
"She was quite drunk on wine and sex." Jasmine says. "And I took advantage of that to find out everything I could." She smiles, pouring more soap in her hands and rubbing them on either side of my cock.
"I don't think I can go again this soon." I tell her, apologetically.
"Me either." She says. "But I can't stop touching you." She smiles. As we finish our shower and get dressed, I start to wonder what Jasmine's family is like and what they'll think of me. I'm momentarily distracted by Jasmine pulling her thong on and situating the thin strip of material comfortably between her round ass cheeks. She sees me watching her and smiles.
"Don't look at me like that or we won't make it to my house in time for dinner." She says teasingly. I walk over and kiss her tenderly on the lips.
"We survived skipping lunch." I say, kissing her again. Between kissing, touching and teasing, we finally finish dressing. As we're driving to Jasmine's house, I'm wondering what Cyn will think about all this, when Jasmine interrupts my thoughts.
"By the way..." She says, playfully squeezing my thigh with her hand. "My mom invited Aunt Cyn and her family to join us for dinner." She says, kissing my cheek. "I can't wait to see Aunt Cyn's face when I show up with you." She smiles mischievously.
Neither can I!
Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 03 - Interracial Love
Cyn threatens Jasmine, Mike finds a juicy counterthreat.
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"Wow, Uncle Reggie was all over you with his 'What are your intentions with my niece?'" Jasmine laughs while mimicking her uncle's deep voice.
We're in my apartment and she has just slid her tight little pussy down onto my very erect cock. Squeezing her smooth thighs against my hips, she sits up straight making her tantalizing breasts jut out invitingly from her chest.
"Your Aunt Cyn wasn't any better," I answer, hefting her firm tits as she starts rocking my cock in and out of her teenage pussy. "She was a lot angrier than I thought she'd be." I add as Jasmine's thick nipples respond to my touch and I lightly pinch them while caressing her dark breasts.
"What did you expect, Mike?" Jasmine asks, rocking faster as I move my hands to her hips. "Don't worry, she'll get over it," she says, picking up the pace and making further conversation difficult.
Cyn was really mad at me. She glared at me all through dinner and pulled me aside in the kitchen the first chance she got.
"What the fuck are you doing, Mike," she asked as soon as we were alone.
"I'm sorry, Cyn. I never expected anything like this to happen, but it did," I answered honestly.
"Well, you're just going to have to make it unhappen!" she hissed, her hushed voice contrasting sharply with her angry words.
"I can't do that, Cyn," I said quietly.
"You can and you will! I will not have my niece's life ruined because you want to explore some younger black pussy!"
I couldn't believe she said that but before I could answer, Jasmine's mom came into the kitchen asking if everything was all right. Cyn recovered quickly and told her sister that she knew me from the bookstore and we were just discussing some books I'd helped her pick out.
"Ohmygod, Mike!" Jasmine cries, pulling me back into the current moment and I move my right hand from her hip, finding her clit with my thumb. My fingers are entwined through her pubic hair as she bounces fervently on my throbbing cock.
"Damn, I love you," I blurt out impulsively as the intensity builds.
"Oh Mike," she sighs, slowing down her rhythm and leaning forward to look in my eyes. "Why did you have to say that now?"
"What do you mean, now?" I ask, pulling my hand from between us and gripping her hips again. "When should I say it?"
"When it isn't your penis doing the talking," she says resignedly. "The first time you say that to a girl should be more... I don't know." She starts rocking again, faster this time.
I can feel my orgasm building but I hold off waiting for Jasmine to get close as well.
"Say it again, Mike," she says, in a breathless pant.
"I thought you didn't want me talking with my penis," I tease as I buck my hips under her undulating pussy.
"Maybe I like the sound of his voice," she says before switching to a high-pitched mock penis voice. "Hey, where are you putting me? It's dark in this tunnel," she says, trying not to laugh. "Ohhh no, the walls are closing in around me." She squeezes her pussy muscles around my cock for emphasis. "Ooooo, that feels good. Squeeze me like that; it makes me stand up taller."
We're both laughing now which has an extinguishing affect on our sexual tension.
"Don't make me laugh or he won't stand very tall for long," I cry but our lovemaking is degenerating into a laugh fest.
"Rub my sides like that," Jasmine continues with the high-pitched penis voice. "Hey is she trying to drown me?" she laughs at the reference to her juice-filled pussy.
I grab her hips and try to restart the rhythm but we're both laughing and my cock is losing some of its firmness.
"Jasmine!" I moan. "This isn't funny!" But it is and she falls forward onto my chest, kissing my mouth while neither of us is close to climaxing.
"Sorry," she says, trying to sound sincere but almost bursting out laughing again.
"You will be," I tease. "We're not leaving it like this." I roll us over so I'm on top without disengaging my cock from her warm pussy.
"We're not?" she asks seductively.
"You know what happens now, don't you?" I ask, kissing her chin.
"What?"
"We have to start over," I tell her while sliding my body down hers, uncoupling us as I lick her breasts and start sucking on her taut nipples.
"From the beginning," she asks excitedly.
"The very beginning," I answer while nibbling on her thick black nubs. I had already eaten Jasmine to an orgasm right after we'd gotten to my apartment but I can never get enough of her succulent pussy.
"How torturous," she smiles as she runs her fingers through my hair. I can feel her hot, wetness against my stomach while I give her breasts a thorough tongue-lashing. As I move further south, rubbing my cheek against her spongy pubic hair, I can't help but be a little distracted by Cyn's reaction. I knew she'd be upset but she went absolutely ballistic over Jasmine and I as a couple, especially when we excused ourselves right after dinner. Jasmine told her mom we were going to a movie but we drove straight to my apartment instead.
"Mmmmm," Jasmine softly moans as my tongue explores her outer folds and dips briefly into her juicy opening. It must be the black-white thing with Cyn rather than an age thing because Jasmine is eighteen, only a couple of years younger than I am.
My cock is responding to the intoxicating aroma and flavor of Jasmine's tasty pussy and we could resume our fucking anytime but I love the way she is responding to my tongue.
"Oh Mike!" Jasmine cries as I suck her swollen clit into my mouth and flick my tongue across it. "You're going to make me cum again!"
"That's the idea," I answer while taking a quick breath. Sliding two fingers into her steamy cunt, I continue sucking on her clit and finger-fucking her to a juicy climax. She's rocking her pussy against my mouth while writhing on the bed and gasping for air.
"OH FUCK!!" Jasmine grabs my hair, holding my face tightly against her spasming pussy while squeezing her thighs around my ears. When she flops back on the bed, I pry her legs apart and start lapping up her creamy sauce.
"Fuck me, Mike," Jasmine pleads as I keep my tongue engaged with her oozing pussy.
"Okay, but no penis-voice humor," I tease as I slide up her body and my hard cock slips right into her anxious opening.
"I promise," she smiles, wrapping her legs around me and rocking along to my hard driving rhythm.
"God you feel so wonderful," I exclaim as my lips claims hers and our tongues dance fervently between our mouths.
I feel the tension building in my cock even stronger than before and I start ardently pounding my hardened rod into her tender young pussy. Still riding the high of her recent orgasm, Jasmine is grinding her clit against my pelvic bone and hugging me tightly against her.
I raise myself up on my elbows and watch her tits moving in a graceful pliant motion with each of my thrusts. Her beautiful black, nipple-tipped globes rippling up and down her chest is one of the sexiest sights I think I'll ever see. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is gaping open as her rapidly approaching orgasm nears its peak.
I slam into her a few more times before she clamps her pussy muscles around my cock and triggers my release. We convulse against each other as my steady bursts of cum collide with her fresh flood of juices, turning her cunt into a veritable swamp. I collapse onto her soft dark breasts as we both gasp for air.
"I do love you," I say when our breathing has slowed enough for me to speak.
"I love you, too," Jasmine whispers, squeezing her soggy pussy around my spent cock.
"Are you sure that's not just your pussy talking?" I tease.
"Would you mind if it was?" she retorts.
"Mmmmm. Maybe not," I smile. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" I ask rhetorically.
"You don't deserve me," she smiles. "I'm only putting up with you because of your tongue-manship." The sound of her laughter is as sweet as a symphony but I cut it off with a passionate kiss.
Our kiss is interrupted by my cellphone's ringtone.
"Don't answer it," Jasmine says. I raise my eyebrows at her as I look at the screen.
"It's your aunt Cyn," I tell her.
"Please silence your cell phones," Jasmine says, mimicking the robotic voice from the movie theater. "We're at the movies, remember. You can't answer your phone." I drop my phone back onto the nightstand and we resume our kissing.
I don't listen to Cyn's message until I'm driving Jasmine home. I put my phone on speaker and we listen to it together.
"Mike, we need to finish our conversation," Cyn says very calmly. "As you know, I feel very strongly about this and I hope I can make you do what's right. Please call me." I look at Jasmine and she just shrugs.
"I'll call her tomorrow," I say as we pull up to Jasmine's house.
"Mike," Jasmine says, unbuckling her seatbelt and turning towards me. "We're a couple, right?"
"That's what I want, Jasmine," I answer, trying to hold in my excitement.
"So, um... you're not going to be going with Aunt Cyn or her friends anymore?" she asks hesitantly.
"Absolutely not!" I lean over and take her hands in mine. "If you're willing to be the girlfriend of a poor, white college student, I will be the happiest guy on the planet." Her smile covers her whole face as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"I am so willing," she purrs and I don't say anything about the double entendre.
My phone rings the next morning as I'm driving to my first class.
"Hey Cyn," I answer.
"We really need to talk, Mike," she says abruptly, without so much as a hello.
"I'm on my way to class right now but I'm free for lunch would you like to meet somewhere?" I ask.
"I can't meet you but will you call me when you're out of class so we can talk?" she asks.
"Absolutely. It'll be about two hours."
"That'll be fine." She disconnects and I can still feel the coldness of her voice as I head to class.
When I call her back we talk for about twenty minutes with neither of us making any headway toward convincing the other of our point of view. Cyn cajoles, begs, offers to include me in her Thursdays with Shelly and finally resorts to threats.
"Mike, I am deadly serious that I can make this stop if that's the way you want to play it."
"I don't want to play it at all, Cyn," I answer exasperatedly. "All I want is for you to give Jasmine and I a chance."
"No! I am willing to confess everything to my husband and my sister if that's the way you want it," she says defiantly. "Believe me, when Cora finds out what kind of person you are she will make sure you never see Jasmine again!"
"What kind of person I am?" I almost scream into the phone. "What about you and your bi-sexual friend Shelly? What will she think about that?" I ask trying to sound as confident she does.
"I would rather you man-up and do the right thing, Mike, but if you don't, you need to know that I am willing to go that far to make this thing stop. Is that clear?"
"Perfectly!" I answer, disconnecting the call. Fuck! Whatever she does is going to hurt Jasmine but I'm confident we can weather the storm. I don't find out until three days later that I was wrong.
Jasmine calls about an hour before I'm supposed to pick her up from cheering practice.
"Mike..." her voice is soft and hesitant.
"What's wrong?" I ask, hearing the tension in her tone.
"Don't pick me up today, okay?" she says and I can hear the heartache right through the phone.
"Why? What happened, Jasmine?" I ask.
"I... um... can't see you anymore," she bursts into tears, sobbing into the phone. What the fuck did Cyn do?
"There's got to be a way around this," I tell her. "Tell me what happened and we'll work through it."
"Aunt Cyn," she chokes.
"Don't let her control our lives, Jasmine!" I almost scream. Taking a deep breath I continue more calmly. "Come on, let's at least discuss it. I'll pick you up and you can tell me everything."
"NO!" Jasmine cries. "I love you, Mike, but it's been just my mom and I for so long... I can't hurt her."
"Jasmine..." she cuts me off.
"I love you, Mike. Goodbye." She disconnects and I just stare at my iPhone. Fuck! A minute later the familiar tone signals that I have a text message.
If you love me, don't make me choose between you and my mom. Don't call me or try to see me. Please don't hate me. Ily
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What does she mean don't make me choose. She's already chosen and it's not me who forced the choice. Goddamn Cyn! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! I catch myself just before throwing my iPhone across the room. I'm tempted to text her and tell her how chicken shit it is to do this via text but I don't really want to add to her misery.
To say I was in a funk would be an understatement. For the next several weeks, I'm just going through the motions; work, school, home, repeat. Even Amber can't cheer me up, not that she offered anything other than a ready ear to listen. Her and Jim are still together and she's made it clear that their relationship is exclusive. In my current state I doubt I'd be able to get it up anyway.
One evening, while pointlessly walking through my bookstore shift in a depressed mental fog, I'm shocked when I look up and see Barbara, the third neglected black housewife enter the store. I'm thinking it's just a coincidence, she's probably shopping but then she spots me and heads purposefully in my direction.
"Hi Mike," she says. "Can we talk?" She looks as gorgeous as ever in a cream-colored, button up blouse and black legging stretch pants. The top three buttons are undone and her blouse curves sexily around her light brown cleavage. Apparently my cock doesn't know about my depression.
"Um... sure," I stammer, moving my eyes up to her unsmiling face. "I'm almost due for a lunch break, do you want to talk here or we can meet at the Starbucks down the street." I can't imagine what she wants but if there is a message from Jasmine or Cyn, I need to hear it.
"Starbucks is good," she says. "I'll wait for you there." As she turns and walks away my eyes lock onto the suggestive sway of her sexy ass cheeks visible under her stretch pants.
I check with my manager, get the okay to start my lunch break early and head over to Starbucks. There is a sense of déjà vu when I see Barbara sitting at the same table Cyn and I sat at on our last visit. She's sipping a drink and there's one on the table for me.
"I didn't know what you drink so I got you a caramel latte. I hope it's alright," she smiles.
"It's fine, thanks," I say, ignoring the drink as I lean across the table. "What's up? Did Cyn have a change of heart?"
"No, I'm sorry, Mike," she says sincerely. "If it's any consolation, Shelly and I have both told Cyn that we think she's wrong about this."
"Then, do you have a message from Jasmine," I asked hopefully.
"Oh Mike," she says, reaching across the table and putting her hand on top of mine. "This isn't about Cyn or Jasmine. They don't even know I'm here." That takes the wind out of my sails and I sit back in my chair to regroup.
I appraise Barbara as I take a sip of my latte and the Halle Berry comparison comes to mind. She really does look like her. The cleavage I was starring at in the bookstore is even more apparent from the way she is leaning towards me. I barely taste the hot liquid going down my throat as I take in the erotic sight of the exposed portion of her caramel-colored breasts.
"I've changed my mind, Mike," she says quietly. I don't know what she reads into my startled reaction but she quickly adds more. "I know I wasn't very nice to you at first but I thought we had gotten past all that. Of course, I'll understand if you don't want to..." Don't want to? Who in their right mind would say no to Halle Berry or even her quasi-clone? Okay, I know I've been depressed but I'm still a man and Jasmine has made it clear that it's over between us and...
"I guess that's my answer," Barbara says as she starts to stand.
"No! Wait," I cry, reaching for her arm and guiding her back to her chair. "I'm just surprised that's all," I tell her. "I mean... what changed your mind?"
"Does it matter?" she smiles flirtatiously.
"Maybe... I don't know... it's just... you know... pretty sudden and I haven't been with anyone since Jasmine." I'm fumbling for words and not making much sense but Barbara's smile defuses my discomfort and I continue more calmly. "The last time we talked your plan was to confront your husband, right?" She nods. "I'm guessing that didn't work out so well."
"He denied everything!" she says louder than she means to and quickly lowers her voice. "He accused me of paranoia and said my girlfriends were putting foolish notions in my head." When I raise my eyebrows she continues, "I'm not stupid, Mike. I could tell he was lying but where was my proof? I felt like an idiot."
"Did you tell him you knew who they were seeing?" I ask.
"No, I wasn't expecting such a vehement denial and it caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say and by that time he was stomping out the door yelling at me to stop wasting his time." She stops, brushing tears from her eyes and looking around at the other patrons. "Can we go somewhere else, please?" she asks, standing up and leading the way out of Starbucks.
Out on the sidewalk, she's dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief and looking around like she's trying to figure out which way to go.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she says, looking up at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. Fuck! She even smells sexy, must be some type of exotic perfume or shampoo.
"Oh Mike," she sobs. "I'm sorry about this. I didn't know where to turn. My best friends are caught up their kinky little Thursday night tete-a-tete, which I'm sure they would willingly let me join. You were the only other person who knew what was going on and... I thought... you know... you could maybe make me feel better." As she squeezes my waist, her breasts push against my chest and my cock responds accordingly. So much for depression, maybe they should market this as an anti-depressant.
"Barbara..." I start but she cuts me off.
"I know, I know," she says, waving my words away. "A desperate act by a desperate woman. I'm sorry I bothered you." As she starts to back away I pull her tightly against me, making sure she feels my hard-on pressing into her abdomen.
"You bothered me a lot," I whisper. "But not the way you're thinking." She tilts her head up to look at my face just as I lower my lips to hers. The saltiness of her tears mixes with the light berry flavor of her lip-gloss as my tongue glides into her welcoming mouth. Her kiss is full of hungry desire and I'm surprised when she starts grinding her pussy mound against my hard cock.
I'm trying to recall if my roommate is home when I remember that I'm only on my lunch break. Fuck!
"I have to go back to work," I say, brushing her hair from her moist eyes. "We could meet later tonight or I'm off tomorrow," I offer expectantly.
"I should get home soon," she pants, stepping back and adjusting her shirt, which bunched up during our embrace. "I'm supposed to work tomorrow but... what time can we meet?" she asks, stepping back into my arms and kissing me again. My cock is raging and her mouth tastes so good I wish we weren't standing on a public sidewalk. Ignoring our location, my hands glide down her back to her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading her firm, round flesh.
"As early as you like," I pant from the breathtaking kiss. "I'll make sure my roommate is gone and we can spend the day at my place if you'd like."
"Sounds nice," she says. "Is ten o'clock too early?"
"Not early enough," I answer, squeezing her ass cheeks for emphasis.
"Mmmm," she purrs and I feel like I could cum right there in my pants. "Thank you, Mike," she says, her radiant smile nearly putting me in a trance as she steps back and my hands drop away from her body. I feel a little foolish, standing there with a raging hard-on as this sexy Halle Berry lookalike smiles at me expectantly.
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"I need your address," she says matter-of-factly, breaking the spell.
"Oh, right," I say, fumbling for some paper before she produces a small notebook and a pen from her purse. I quickly scribble down my address.
"I'll see you in the morning," I say, feeling completely overwhelmed by this golden-skinned goddess who has just dropped into my life.
"Maybe we can help each other," she says cryptically as she walks away.
I finish my shift in a flurry of activity that has my manager welcoming me back from wherever I've been for the past few weeks. He seems genuinely relieved that I've pulled my head out of my ass and stopped moping around.
I have a restless night dreaming about Barbara and Halle Berry. While Barbara is sitting in Starbucks telling me she hopes I can make her feel better, she gradually transforms into Halle Berry from Monster's Ball crying I want you to make me feel good. Can you make me feel good? Can you make me feel good? I awaken with a formidable hard-on and an anxious anticipation for the day to get started.
While cleaning up my apartment, I start to have second thoughts. Is this really what I want to do? Well no, what I really want is to have Jasmine back but that doesn't seem likely.
Barbara is certainly sexy as hell and my cock twitches whenever I think about her. Where Cyn and Shelly were almost as old as my parents, Barbara is 29 or 30. That's only nine years older than I am. One thing for sure, she's gotten me off my ass and moving, the apartment looks better than it has in weeks. I recall one of my psychology professors mentioning activity as a prescription to battle depression. It's hard to be active and depressed at the same time. I wonder if it's also hard to be horny and depressed at the same time.
Barbara is early and seems almost as tense as I am. She's wearing another collared cotton blouse that buttons up the front with a short skirt and designer boots. She looks hot!
"Would you like something to drink?" I offer as I invite her in and attempt to ease her nervousness. She shakes her head as she looks around.
"If it's all the same to you, Mike, I'm kind of anxious to get down to business." She smiles as she steps towards me. Our arms tentatively encircle each other as our lips meet in an exploratory kiss.
Bam! Within seconds she's humping against me and my hands are gripping her ass. Our tongues are fervently fighting for space in our mouths as we try to shed our clothing without disengaging from each other's arms. I guess I don't have to worry about trying to ease into this.
I steadily move us towards my bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind. By the time we're standing next to my bed, Barbara is down to her bra and panties and I'm in my boxers. I manage to break the kiss and hold Barbara at arms length while we both gasp for air.
"May I?" I ask, reaching for the front clasp of her bra. The thin material of her beige bra can't hide her dark areolas or the outline of her protruding nipples pushing against it.
"Be my guest," she smiles. I make a production out of removing her bra. Using two hands to unfasten the clasp, I slowly pull the material away, revealing her magnificent breasts little by little. I gasp when I see her nipples and her silver dollar size areolas.
"What's the matter?" Barbara asks.
"My God, they are so black!" I am astounded at how dark her nipples and areolas are. Whatever the darkest black color is, maybe midnight black, that's the color.
"You were expecting white?" she teases. "I meant to tell you, Mike, I'm black."
"Of course," I laugh. "It's just... I'm surprised, that's all. You're lighter skinned than both Shelly or Cyn but your nipples are considerably darker."
"I wouldn't know," she says dryly. "Don't you like them?" she asks, giving her breasts a little shake from side to side.
"I love them! They are magnificent!" I cry as I slide her bra down her arms and toss it aside. "I've never seen anything like them." It's true. The contrast between her caramel colored breasts and her midnight black nipples is absolutely striking. I heft them in my hands, running my thumbs across her erect tips as I admire the distinctive coloration. Fuck!
"If you like these, I have another surprise for you," Barbara says, stepping back out of reach and turning around. She smiles at me over her shoulder as she hooks her thumbs in the side of her matching beige thong and starts peeling it down. The thin strip of material being dislodged from between her lovely ass cheeks enriches my first look at her naked ass. My cock is tenting the front of my boxers as she drops her thong to the floor and steps out of it.
"You have a perfect ass," I say, stepping towards her. Her ass is so firm and flawlessly contoured that I can't wait to get my hands on it.
"Wait a second," she says. "I've something better to show you." She obviously means her pussy but I don't know how it's going to compete with her breasts and her ass. I imagine she has it shaved smooth or something. The 'or something' turns out to be right.
"What do you think?" Barbara asks, turning towards me. My mouth gapes open. Holy shit! Her pubic hair is a perfect triangle, coiffured with crisp edges all around and a flat surface that reminds me of a well-manicured lawn, or Grace Jones' haircut. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. Her tightly curled hair creates a smooth, thick covering nearly half an inch thick.
"I just did it a week ago," she adds apprehensively when I don't answer. "Do you think it's too much?"
"NO!" I almost scream. "That is the sexiest, most exotic..." I stammer trying to think of the right adjective but Barbara saves me from my inarticulateness by stepping closer and kneeling down in front of me.
"My turn," she smiles up at me as she rests her palm against the bulge in my boxers. "Hmmm," she murmurs , cradling my hard cock in her hand. "Time for me to open my present now," she says, pulling the elastic band away from my waist and out over the tip of my erection.
"Very nice," she says as my cock springs free and she drops my undershorts to the floor. With her palms against my thighs, she snuggles her face against my cock, rubbing it along her cheek and flicking it with her tongue as it wobbles around her face.
"I like this," she pronounces as she catches the tip between her lips and slides her mouth over the head.
"Oh yeah!" I cry as Barbara's tongue deftly licks the sensitive underside of my cockhead. Seeing her breasts from this angle I'm amazed at the length of her thick nipples. They've got to be extended at least half an inch from her dark areolas. Her breasts aren't as big as Shelly's or Cyn's but they are just so fucking perfect.
As much as I'm enjoying her mouth on my cock, I don't want to wait any longer to explore her exquisite body. Grabbing her shoulders, I pull her to her feet and our bodies press together as we enjoy another lengthy kiss. Our hands are in constant motion over each other's backside and my cock nestles into her cushiony pubic hair.
Gently laying her on the bed, I crawl up next to her with my head propped up on one hand as I caress her flat stomach with the other.
"Every part of you is breathtaking," I whisper as my hand glides lightly over her warm breast.
"Can you make me feel better, Mike?" she asks with a desperate pleading in her voice.
"I don't know how permanent it will be but I can certainly make you forget about everything else for a while," I answer honestly. I'm rubbing her closest nipple between my thumb and index finger, twirling it around and stretching it out from her breast.
"I'll take that," she says, closing her eyes as I move my mouth to her taut nipple. Her long, thick nub is surprisingly rigid but based on her growling moan also quite sensitive. My left hand massages one breast as I suckle on the other. Not in an easy position to shift between her nipples, I swing my leg over her body, straddling her as my stiff cock nestles against her thick carpet of curls.
What an unexpected turn of events. Yesterday morning I was sulking around like a more depressed version of Eeyore and today I have this exotic creature with her midnight black nipples and perfectly coifed pubic hair lying in wait for me to distract her from her cheating husband. Maybe she was right; maybe we can help each other. Who knows? Tomorrow I may be back to moping around but right now; I'm going to take advantage of this erotic distraction.
Grasping one of her brown tits in each hand, I lean my head down and begin my sensual onslaught of her aroused nipples.
"Mmmmm, yeah," she moans as I suck, bite and tease her hard nipples, alternating from one breast to the other. Squeezing her tits together, I manage to get both nipples into my mouth at once, kneading the sides of her breasts as I suck hard on her sensitive nubs.
"Oh God, what are you doing?" she cries while holding my head tightly against her breasts and humping her pubic mound against my rigid cock. Her long black nipples are so hard they feel like leather against my moist tongue. I continue my assault on her breasts enjoying the way her body is writhing beneath me until I can hold back no longer. I have to taste her cunt juice.
Giving her nipples one last bite, I release her breasts and glide down her body where I'm greeted with the most sensually aromatic smell known to man. She lasciviously spreads her legs and pulls her knees up, presenting me with her hot wet pussy. Her pink folds look like a rain-drenched flower whose petals have been heavily weighted by a sudden downpour. I teasingly stroke her outer labia with my finger, lightly spreading the seeping moisture up and down her gaping slit.
"Ohhhhhh," she pants, grabbing the backs of her knees and pulling her legs wider apart as I extend my tongue and lick from her asshole to her clit.
"Yeeessss!" Barbara cries as I take another long swipe of her labia, this time pushing my tongue just inside her moist pussy and lapping up some of her tasty juices. The erotic tanginess of her love sauce assaults my taste buds and sends licentious signals to my cock. She's rocking against my face and pulling her legs as wide as they'll go, trying to suck my tongue deeper inside her eager opening. Her engorged clit is peeking out invitingly from its fleshy black hood and I slide my tongue up to gently lick around it several times before sucking it into my mouth.
"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah!" she breathes as I slip two fingers deep inside her steamy hole and continue sucking on her exposed pink clit. She lets go of her legs to dig her fingers into my hair and pull my mouth hard against her pussy while grinding her clit against my tongue. I suck her clit completely inside my mouth, flicking my tongue across the tip of it while maintaining a constant rhythm in and out of her pussy with my fingers.
"I'm cumming!" Barbara yells, "Don't fucking stop! Oh yeah! Keep doing it just like that!" She clamps her pussy muscles around my fingers, jerking wildly as she tightens her grip on my hair. Her head and shoulders are off the bed as her orgasm shakes her whole body and she gushes her hot cream all over my fingers. I shift my mouth from her sensitive clit to her juicy hole and hungrily lap up her deliciously flowing syrup. Her chest heaves, swelling her beautiful tits as she gulps air into her lungs. I keep swallowing more and more of her thick, tasty nectar but it just keeps flowing while she catches her breath.
"Cyn was right about your tongue, Mike," she pants. "Goddamn! That was so good. I can't wait to see how you fuck," she says while pulling my head to get me to move up her body.
"Not yet," I say, looking up at her while pushing my tongue between her juicy black pussy lips. "Once is never enough for me," I tell her. "You taste so good that I need seconds."
"I know you think this is what you're supposed to do," she says. "But seriously, I'm ready to be fucked right now!"
Ignoring her, I return my face to her crotch and suck her pussy lips completely into my mouth. Lightly chewing on them, I graze my tongue all over her delicate folds, periodically flicking it against her swollen clit.
"Mike! Mike! You don't have to do this! Holy shit!" she moans, squirming her ass around on the bed as I push my tongue deep inside her pussy and insert my middle finger beside it. Twisting my finger all around to lubricate it, I slowly pull it out and begin smearing a path from her pussy to her asshole. She moans and writhes as my wet finger traces a circular motion around her rear opening before going back for more of her thick lubricating cream.
"Oh God yes! Play with my asshole," she cries as I move my mouth to her clit and slip the tip of my finger into her crinkly opening. Using my other hand to stimulate her labia, pinching and teasing her swollen lips, I keep sucking her clit while pushing my finger a little farther into her ass. The simultaneous sensations have their desired effect and she starts bucking feverishly against my mouth and hands.
"Oh Fuck, Mike! That is... I don't fucking know what that is! Oh God! I'm going to cum!" she cries.
I lean my weight on her to keep her from bucking my mouth off her clit as the first wave of her orgasm jolts her body. I keep sucking her clit, pinching her pussy lips and finger fucking her asshole as she thrashes around on the bed. When she arches her back and spreads her legs even wider, I bury my index finger all the way inside her ass and gently bite her clit.
"OHMYFUCKINGGOD!" she screams as her body explodes and she gushes hot frothy cream over my hands. While her body convulses, I move my tongue back to her pussy, hungrily slurping up the gooey sauce flowing freely from her lips.
"Now it's time to fuck," I whisper, moving my body over hers before her breathing can return to normal.
"Let me catch my breath," she pleads.
"Not a chance," I say as I thrust my pussy-soaked tongue into her mouth and glide my aching cock into her still quivering pussy.
Oh fuck! She feels so damn good. Her pussy is snug but so well lubricated that I sink to my balls without any effort. Barbara squeezes her inner muscles around the sides of my cock, massaging it as I glide in and out with long slow strokes. The heat from her pussy envelopes my hard-on and I have to concentrate to keep from cumming prematurely.
We're still kissing with our tongues fervently entwined as I pick up the rhythm, moving both of us up a notch in readiness. I try desperately to hold off my own climax as I await a signal from her that she's ready to join me. Sliding my hand between us, I pinch one of her thick nipples, stretching it out from her chest as I pound faster and harder. She's bucking her ass off the bed, slamming her love button hard against my pelvic bone.
"Oh God! Mike! I'm... going... to... cum... again!" She's speaking in gasps, sucking air into her lungs between her breathless words. "Oh yeah! Oh God! Fuck... Me... Hard... Mike! Oh yes! Harder!" She's panting and twisting her head from side to side as she thrashes around on the bed ramming her burning cunt up around my hard cock. I'm so fucking close but still holding back, waiting for that euphoric moment when the peak of our physical exertion transforms into blissful ecstasy flowing uncontrollably from our sweat-soaked bodies. Fuck! I'm so close. It's got to be soon.
"I'm cumming!" Barbara finally cries. "Oh! God! Oh! Fuck!" She clamps her pussy muscles around my cock, digs her long nails into my back and convulses beneath me. That sparks my long awaited release and my body jerks violently, shooting rapid-fire bursts of cum deep inside her fiery pussy. Our bodies tense, locking in a vice-like grip as we shudder together toward our mutual crescendo.
Collapsing on my bed with her trembling body shivering beneath me, I feel the swell of her breasts pushing her hard nipples into my chest as she gasps for air. We just lay there panting for several minutes holding each other tight before we finally start kissing again. This is a more leisurely kiss without the urgency or the sexual tension of our previous kisses. She knows what she's doing with her tongue and my cock starts responding to her machinations.
"Cyn was right about you," Barbara whispers, breaking the kiss as I start rocking my semi-recovered cock inside her slick love canal. "Damn, you know how to show a girl a good time," she teases while rolling her hips in rhythm with my slow, even strokes. I'm not close to being ready to fuck again, but her pussy feels too good for my cock not to want to move.
"You know, Mike," she says quietly. "I said we might be able to help each other."
"You have helped me, Barbara," I answer. "More than you know."
"But I might know a way for you to make Cyn change her mind about Jasmine," she says, quickly getting my attention. I'm almost ashamed to admit that I haven't thought about Jasmine for the past couple of hours and it seems weird to be talking about her with my cock buried in Barbara's pussy but she obviously has peaked my curiosity.
"Please tell me," I say, trying not to sound as desperately hopeful as I feel.
"Well, I know that she's gotten Jasmine to do what she wants by threatening to expose your antics to her mom, right?"
"As far as I know, that's it," I answer. "Jasmine won't even talk to me to explain the details."
"I know Cyn well enough to know that she would carry out her threat. She wouldn't think twice about admitting her own duplicity if it meant she accomplished her objective. But I can almost guarantee that she would not be willing to sacrifice her husband's career in the process."
"You've got my attention," I tell her. We're still coupled together but I am no longer moving my cock in any sexual way.
"Our husbands are still spending their Thursday nights with that white slut over on Fourth Street. If you could get some pictures of our sanctified reverend in, shall we say, a compromising position..." Her voice trails off but I'm quick enough to get the idea.
"Do you have any ideas about how I would get these pictures?" I ask.
"Not a clue," she laughs. "But you seem pretty resourceful and I can give you her name and address."
"I'll take it." I say, wondering where I could get the type of equipment I would need. The mood is broken but I'm definitely not ready to call it a day. "Would you like some lunch and then maybe we could pick up where we left off?"
"Mmmm. That sounds perfect," Barbara says as I disengage my spent cock from her drenched pussy.
"You stay here and rest up for round two while I cook us up a couple of quesadillas." I roll off the bed and walk into the kitchen without bothering to dress.
I return to the bedroom with quesadillas, a couple of beers and chips with salsa. Barbara sits up cross-legged on the bed, her glistening pussy immodestly splayed open as she takes her plate. My cock reflexively responds to her sexy body as I sit on the edge of the bed.
"Wow," Barbara says, between mouthfuls of her quesadilla. "Multiple orgasms and you can cook! Jasmine is a lucky girl," she smiles.
"I've been thinking about Jasmine as I made lunch," I answer.
"So I'm not responsible for that," she teasingly points to my erection.
"No, you're fully responsible for this," I laugh. She laughs with me and her tits jiggle temptingly with her laughter. My cock hardens more which sparks more laughter.
"Then what were you thinking?" Barbara asks hesitantly. "Feeling a little guilty?" she asks.
"No... well, maybe a little but that wasn't what I was thinking," I answer as my eyes continue to devour her naked flesh. "I was just thinking that maybe Jasmine should have a say in what we were discussing." Barbara tilts her head to one side as if she's studying me.
"Sex, cooking and empathy," she shakes her head. "Jesus, Mike, you are quite the find." She smiles as she takes a sip of beer. I watch her tits raise slightly as she lifts her arm and then my eyes follow the contours of her neck as she swallows. "Why don't you ask her?" She smiles as she slides the cold beer bottle down between her luscious breasts, leaving a moist trail of condensation across their inside curves.
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"I would except she won't answer my calls or texts," I stammer, wanting to lick the drops of water from her breasts. Barbara watches me for what seems like forever then just gives her head a little shake.
"Would you like me to act like an intermediary?" she asks, setting her plate on the nightstand with half of her quesadilla still on it.
"That would be great," I enthuse. "I just don't want to go to all this effort for nothing if she's not interested," I add.
"Don't worry about her being interested, Mike. That girl has been lovesick for you since Cyn imposed her conditions. And her poor mama can't even get her to talk about it. Trust me, she'll jump at the chance to get back with you."
"That's not what I'm worried about. I just wonder whether she'll be up for blackmailing her uncle," I answer.
"Leave that to me," she offers. "And speaking of being up, will you finish your lunch? That boner of yours is rather distracting and I'm anxious to see how it tastes." I shove the remainder of my quesadilla in my mouth and drop my plate next to hers. We clink beer bottles and then each of us takes a long swig before placing them next to our plates.
Barbara pushes me onto my back and kneels between my legs. Holding my throbbing cock between her thumb and her index finger, she begins a torturously slow clean up of my pussy-soaked cock with her tongue.
"Oh fuck!" I moan as she licks up one side and down the other, periodically swirling her tongue across my cockhead. Her eyes are locked on mine as she wraps her dark lips around the tip of my cock and gently sucks just the head into her mouth.
Damn! With her beautiful brown eyes staring up at me, it's not just a blowjob it's a full-service tune-up of my dick. Gently stroking me with her hand, her tongue and her lips are teasing the shit out of the domed head with her sucking, licking and nibbling all around it. There's no rhythm to drive me towards a release, just the tantalizing touch of her tongue keeping my dick rock hard.
"I liked what you were doing with my ass earlier," Barbara says just before she slides her mouth halfway down my solid shaft.
"Mmmm," is all I can manage as I try in vain to thrust my cock farther into her warm mouth.
"Would you like to try my back door?" she adds provocatively. "I think you're hard enough to slip right in," she teases. Holy shit! I've only ever ass fucked Shelly.
"Sure," I answer enthusiastically.
"Do you have any lubricant? KY or Vaseline?" she asks.
"I think so," I answer, trying to remember what's under our sink in the bathroom. My roommate has all sorts of stuff. Barbara releases my swollen cock and moves aside so I can get off the bed. I practically run to the bathroom and throw open the cabinet. Yes! We've got both!
"I've got both," I tell her. "Do you have a preference?"
"KY is a better lubricant," she says matter-of-factly, like she does this every day. Hell, for all I know, maybe she does. She holds out her hand and I give her the tube of KY. She squirts a bunch on the palm of her hands and rapidly rubs her palms together.
"Lie back down so I can grease you up," she smiles. I lay down on my back with my human flagpole sticking straight up in the air and Barbara starts massaging my cock with her lubricated palms.
"Mmmm," I moan as she corkscrews her hands up and down my sensitive shaft. When I'm sufficiently lubed up, she squirts some more KY on her finger and reams it in and around her asshole.
"I'm going to lower myself down on you so you can play with my pussy while you fuck my ass," she announces, tossing the tube on the floor and swinging her leg over me. I watch with wide-eyed wonder as Barbara positions her puckered opening over my slick cock. Using her hand to guide my steel rod towards its target she takes a deep breath and pushes my cock against her tight opening.
Barbara obviously knows what she's doing and the lubricant facilities the penetration because my cockhead pops right into her ass with barely any resistance. Fuck, she's tight and my cock is throbbing inside her compact tunnel. She settles down onto my cock, wiggling around to get comfortable.
"Okay," she breathes. "Here we go. Just keep my juices flowing in the front while I ride this monster." She nods as I move my hand towards her wet pussy.
Resting my palm against her widespread thigh, I slide my thumb along her moist labia to her engorged clit.
"That's the spot, lover," Barbara says as she starts rocking against my hand, driving me in and out of her snug ass. My cock responds immediately to the long awaited rhythm and I'm bucking my hips off the bed to sink it farther into her cock-hugging ass.
"Oh yeah!" Barbara cries. "Do you like this? Do you like my ass?"
"Fuck yeah!" I pant as my orgasm builds and I feel myself getting ready to explode. I spin my thumb against her clit, hoping to get her off before I shoot my load. She's bouncing up and down on my cock while her hands are squeezing her tits and tugging at her long, black nipples. Fuck, I can't hold it much longer.
"I'm going to cum!" I shout, as she jounces on my rigid tool.
"Let it go! Cum in my ass!" she huffs, gasping for air as her own orgasm pushes her to a more rapid rhythm and she clenches her ass muscles around my cock. Oh fuck, that did it.
"I'm cumming!" I cry as my cock explodes inside her compact tunnel and I jerk spasmodically under her frenetic gyrations.
"Ohhhh! Mike! Ohhhhhhh. Don't stop moving your thumb!" she cries as the tremors increase and her orgasm builds to a tumultuous finish. "Goddamn!! Oh Fuck!" Barbara thrashes around on my cock, shoving my hand away from her crotch as she shakes and shudders through her finale.
Raising up, she eases my cock from her asshole before flopping down on my chest and smothering me with kisses.
"You are amazing," she whispers as she rubs her tits around on my chest and flicks her tongue across my lips.
"It's you who is amazing," I answer honestly. "I've never felt anything like that before." She smiles and then lays her head on my shoulder as we both gasp for air. We lay there for a long time before either of us speaks. I'm the first one to break the silence.
"So tell me about the other woman," I say while stroking her hair. "How did they meet her?"
"Well," she sighs. "Reggie is her pastor, Shelly's husband is her boss and mine is her dentist, who obviously wasn't satisfied with just drilling her teeth. From what I hear, she had made herself available to each of them individually but somehow they found out about each other. It could have been a big scene if she hadn't suggested they all come over together." Shelly shrugs like it's not big deal but it doesn't take a shrink to see the pain.
"This isn't just helping me get Jasmine back, is it?" I ask, the proverbial light bulb popping up over my head. "You want the pictures for yourself, don't you? To confront your husband again."
"Like I said, Mike," Barbara sighs. "Maybe we can help each other." I squeeze her tightly against me and we just lie there, just holding each other with our breathing nearly synchronized. My body is relaxed but my brain is working overtime trying to figure out how to blackmail the blackmailer. For the first time in weeks I'm energized.
After resting a while, we decide to take a shower, which gives me a chance to leisurely explore her exquisite body. I soap her breasts, teasing her black nipples to tautness while she expertly washes my cock and balls. When I lather soap over her sharply trimmed triangle, she arches her back and I glide my finger across her swollen pussy lips.
"Mmmm," she moans. "You could wear a girl out." She smiles as my finger penetrates her slick opening and she grinds against my hand. Pushing my tongue in her mouth, I kiss her fervently while squeezing her fleshy ass cheek with my other hand. Digging my fingers hard into her ass cheek to hold her still, I jackhammer my finger into her pussy while she whimpers into my mouth.
"We could wear each other out," I answer, breaking the kiss and turning her around to face the wall. Without any prompting, she bends forward and I align my solid cock with her welcoming pussy, jamming it into her in one powerful thrust.
"Oh yeah! Fuck me hard!" she cries out as I grip her hips and forcefully pound into her burning pussy. She braces her hands against the tile wall as I batter her fiery cunt, slamming my pubic bone against her ass cheeks on each forward plunge. Her tits are swinging violently against her chest from our savage rhythm and at this pace, neither of us is going to last very long.
"Oh God!" she cries. "I'm cumming again!" Her clenched pussy spasming around my cock incites my release and I shove it deep inside of her as I jerkily deposit my built up load.
We finally make it out of the shower and towel each other off. As I'm kneeling down to dry her legs, my face is just inches from her severely trimmed pubic hair.
"So, is there a story behind this?" I ask, nodding towards her designer bush.
"Do you like it? It's the latest thing, pubic hair art. The woman at my salon wanted to cut a heart in the center of it but I thought that would be too much."
"How long have you had it like this?" I ask, lightly combing my fingers through her tight curls.
"About a week. I did it as kind of a last ditch effort to reignite my marriage," she sighs.
"Did your husband like it?" I ask, returning to toweling off her legs.
"He hasn't seen it," she says matter-of-factly. "He comes to bed late and gets up early," she adds after seeing my shocked expression.
"Barbara," I say, standing in front of her. "I don't know what this Stephanie person is like but your husband is a fucking idiot if he thinks there is someone out there better than you."
"Thanks, Mike. You're sweet," she says, pulling me into a tight hug. Her body is so damn perfect and I can't resist caressing her firm ass cheeks as I relish the crush of her breasts against my chest.
"I had a wonderful day," she says, pecking me on the lips before pulling away and starting to pick up her discarded clothing. "We really made a mess, didn't we?" she laughs as she follows the trail of garments into my bedroom. "I don't suppose we're going to do this again are we?" she asks quietly as she pulls on her thong and I watch her wiggle her ass to get it set just right between her cheeks.
"Probably not," I admit. "Not that I wouldn't want to," I add quickly. "But if I somehow manage to get Jasmine back then I won't be available." I'm putting on my boxers and my jeans as we talk.
"I'm glad you feel that way," she sighs. "I'll tell Jasmine to call you."
"Thanks, Barbara," I brush a lose hair from her forehead. "I'll figure this out for both of us."
"I know you will, Mike," she smiles. "But if it doesn't work out, I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime." She gives my cock a quick squeeze through my jeans for emphasis.
"Me either," I answer honestly. Fuck! Between the kissing and the sighing, this is one very passionate woman. Neither Shelly nor Cyn kissed with the fervent abandon of Barbara's onslaught. I pull her into another embrace, pushing my tongue back into her mouth as I squeeze her firm ass cheeks and get lost in the dance between our tongues. We're both panting by the time we break the kiss and stare into each other's eyes for several seconds before she turns away and straightens her skirt.
"Good luck, Mike," she says as she makes a hurried exit.
I quickly pull on my shirt and grab my car keys. I've got some reconnoitering to do. I drive to the address Barbara gave me and check out the house I'll be breaking into. It's a small two-story in a well-maintained neighborhood with two cars per house and a bunch of kids riding bikes in the street. I thought peeking through the window was a long shot anyway but with a two-story house it's impossible. I've got a Plan B but it'll have to wait until tomorrow because I have to work tonight.
As soon as I get to work I check my schedule and then ask Amber to cover my next two Thursday night shifts. She agrees as long as I'll take her Saturday shifts. No problem.
Most of the next day is spent on Internet searches and phone calls to computer geeks at school. By mid-afternoon I have a list of what I'll need as well as a possible source. I'm heading to check out the source when my cell phone rings with Jasmine's ringtone.
I sit down on my sofa and take a deep breath before I answer.
"Hello."
"Hi Mike." Jasmine's voice is soft and tentative.
"Hi sweetie," I answer, fighting back the threat of tears.
"Barbara insisted I call you but I'm not sure this is a good idea," Jasmine says quickly, trying desperately to keep any emotion out of her voice.
"You're not seeing me because your aunt is blackmailing you, right?" I barge ahead without waiting for an answer. "Well, I may have found a way to neutralize her blackmail."
"You can make Aunt Cyn take back her threat?" she asks excitedly.
"Yes but it involves blackmailing the blackmailer and I wasn't sure how you'd feel about that," I tell her.
"What could you blackmail Aunt Cyn with?"
"It's complicated and I need to discuss it with you before I do it," I answer. "I think we should talk about it in person," I say, keeping my fingers crossed.
"I don't know, Mike," she says. "What if Aunt Cyn finds out and spills everything before you can stop her?"
"She never comes into the bookstore anymore," I answer, having thought ahead about where we could talk. "I work from five to nine tonight. Can you get away?"
"Okay," she says quietly. "What time?"
"Whenever you can get away, I'll make time," I answer confidently, hoping it's not a busy night.
"Okay, probably around 7:30," she says.
"Perfect!" I want to tell her that I can't wait to see her, that I've missed her and I love her but I'm afraid I'll scare her. Neither one of us disconnects the call and the ensuing silence speaks volumes.
"Mike?" Jasmine finally says.
"I'm here."
"I'll see you tonight," she says and disconnects.
Tomorrow is Thursday. I still have to arrange for the equipment and figure out what time to start my stakeout. I'm pretty sure I won't need the stuff tomorrow but I'd like to have it just in case. One of my friends said he could check out everything I need from the computer lab. I text him to meet me there in half an hour.
I get the equipment along with a brief tutorial and just barely make it to work on time. It's a slow night and the two and a half hours from 5:00 to 7:30 drag by with my anticipation building. I can't wait to see Jasmine. She's right on time and is as beautiful as ever. I have a quick pang of guilt about Barbara but push it out of my mind as I rush up to greet her.
"Thanks for coming. We can talk over here," I say, leading her to a group of comfy chairs in the corner. It's a slow night and there is no one else around.
"It's good to see you, Mike," Jasmine says, with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I'm so sorry about everything," she blurts out as tears well up in her eyes.
"It's okay," I assure her as I take her hand. "I think we can make it right."
"How?" she asks as she tries to sniff back the tears. I explain to her about Barbara's idea for blackmailing her Aunt and Uncle with pictures of his indiscretions.
"You're going to take incriminating photographs?" she asks. "Like a paparazzi?"
"Well, it'll actually be incriminating video, but yes, that's the idea."
"Wow," is all she says.
"I just want to make sure that you want me to do it," I tell her, still holding her hand, enjoying the hint of intimacy it offers.
"Not only do I want you to do it but I want to go with you!" Jasmine says.
"Wait a minute. I'm not sure that's a good idea," I answer, although I don't know why it isn't.
"Why not? It's me that she's blackmailing and if we're going to turn the tables on her I want to be part of it. Oh Mike, do you really think it'll work?" Jasmine throws her arms around me and presses her lips to mine. "I've missed you so much!"
"We have to get the video first but if we do, then yeah, I think it'll work," I answer before pushing my tongue into her welcoming mouth. I break the kiss when I hear a page for a bookseller to customer service.
"I have to go, but I'll text you later and we'll decide where to meet tomorrow night," I say, kissing her again quickly before running over to the customer service desk. Fuck! This better work.
Jasmine and I text back and forth late into the night and then most of the next morning. I quiz her about her uncle's typical Thursday night schedule and we agree to meet right after Jasmine gets out of school.
The plan for tonight is just reconnaissance. We need to know what time they arrive, whether they drive separately and which room they use for their little fuckfest. Jasmine and I meet at the bookstore and leave her car there, assuming her uncle could recognize it. We go out to dinner, catching up like old friends as we wait for it to get dark. It's barely past dusk when we park down the street from Stephanie's house and she snuggles against me as we wait.
"What if Aunt Cyn calls our bluff?" Jasmine asks as I wrap my arm around her and she rests her hand on my thigh.
"She won't," I answer, squeezing her against me as I breathe in her perfume. "You smell nice," I say, wishing I could say so much more.
"I've really missed you," she answers. "How did you and Barbara start planning something like this?" she asks out of the blue. I must have tensed or blushed because she picks up on it right away. "You fucked her, didn't you?" she asks, sitting up and looking me in the eye.
"I can explain," I answer lamely. God, that sounds so fucking guilty.
"It's okay, Mike," she says, settling back down against me. "I didn't really give you much choice but to see other women."
"That's not what happened," I reply. "Believe me, I was not looking for anyone else. I was totally lost without you." I tell her the whole thing from start to finish beginning with how Barbara showed up in the bookstore after confronting her husband and ending with her plan to confront her husband again with the video.
"She was good, wasn't she?" Jasmine asks, which is the last thing I expected her to say.
"She wasn't you," I answer, hoping to deflect her question but she's not easily deterred.
"But the sex was good, right?" she asks. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that?
"Jasmine," I start but she cuts me off.
"I mean she's beautiful and she's a lot younger than Aunt Cyn and Shelly. I just think she was probably really good in bed."
"I'm not going to see her again," I answer.
"Because she wasn't any good?" she laughs. I feel better now that we're bantering.
"What is with you and how good Barbara was in bed?" I ask. "Have I ever asked you how Jimmy was in bed?"
"Do you want to know?" she teases.
"No! I don't want to be with anyone but you," I answer, when some movement catches my eye. "What have we here?" I ask, as I watch Stephanie's garage door go up.
"What?" Jasmine asks, sitting up and following my line of sight. A big SUV with tinted windows backs out of the garage and drives off before the garage door is completely closed.
"She's leaving?" Jasmine asks as we both stare at the fading taillights.
"Okay, let's think about this," I say, visualizing a likely scenario. "What would the neighbors think if three black men visited a single white woman at her house after dark?"
"You think she's going to meet them somewhere?" she asks.
"Barbara was pretty sure they met here," I answer. "Wait a minute," I say, snapping my fingers for emphasis. "She's going to meet them somewhere and drive them back here. It's the only thing that makes sense."
"She drives into the garage with her tinted windows and when the door closes behind her they all go into the house," Jasmine completes the thought process.
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"I doubt if their rendezvous point is very far away so we should know shortly if we're right."
"How will we know if we can't see them?" Jasmine asks but I'm already a few steps ahead of her.
"She'll have to take them back," I say. "Check the time. How long has she been gone?"
"A couple of minutes, why?"
"Because I need to know how long I can be inside the house when she takes them back," I say confidently.
"What? You're going into her house?" she asks.
"While she's gone," I confirm. "When she drives away, I'll duck under the garage door before it closes and scope out the love nest." I decided not to say fuckfest to Jasmine.
"How will you get back out?" she asks.
"Either through the garage or the back door depending on whether she has a deadbolt," I answer. We wait for eight more minutes, a total of ten, before the SUV reappears and the garage door goes up.
"Ten minutes," Jasmine says. "That's all the time you'll have." Her voice betrays her nervousness.
"That's plenty of time," I answer.
"What do we do now, just wait?" Jasmine asks.
"Well, we could just sit here and wait," I answer, pulling her tightly against me and brushing my fingers through her hair.
"Or...?" she asks.
"Didn't you once tell me you've had some experience in parked cars?" I ask.
"Only in backseats," she answers, looking over her shoulder at the back seat. "How long do you think they'll be inside?"
"Not sure so we better get to it," I smile. After turning off the dome light, I open my door and we scramble out on my side and into the backseat. Jasmine pushes me onto my back as soon as the door closes and starts unfastening my belt. I lift my ass off the seat so she can pull my jeans down and she quickly frees my hard cock from my boxers.
It doesn't take me long to remember how talented Jasmine is with her mouth as she caresses my balls and bobs her head up and down on my cock. Fuck!
"God! I've missed you so much," she says as he pauses for a breath and then nibbles along the side of my erect shaft.
"I missed you more," I tease and she bites the side of my dick in response. "OW!" I cry while she laughs and then slides her lips all the way down to the base of my cock. Nestled in her throat I don't give another thought to the bite. I just curl my fingers in her hair and hump my ass off the seat in sync with her rapid rhythm.
It occurs to me that Jasmine is still fully dressed as my urgency rises to a throbbing peak and I fuck her mouth with impatiently hard strokes. Her fingers continue to tease my balls as she drives me to my release.
"Oh God! I'm going to cum," I warn her as she pumps my cock with her hand and swirls her tongue around my cockhead. "Oh fuck!" My cock erupts inside her mouth and I jerk violently through a series of pleasure-inducing spurts that Jasmine successfully swallows without breaking her rhythm. She milks my cock completely dry before releasing it from her mouth and sitting back on her heels.
"Mmmm," she smiles while wiping a stray string of cum from her bottom lip. "I think I missed you more," she says as she tugs her jeans and thong down together and tosses them on the floor mat.
"Come on, Tongue-man, do your stuff," she says, lying back and spreading her legs. I'm still catching my breath from my orgasm as I lower my mouth to Jasmine's succulent pussy. She's already wet when my fingers slide her unruly hair out of the way and expose her pink pussy lips. I love Jasmine's thick bush but crisply trimmed pubic hair like Barbara's has its advantages.
Lowering my mouth, I take one long lick from the bottom of her pussy lips to the top, spreading them apart with my tongue. Her sweet flavor and familiar aroma send erotic signals to my spent cock and I take a deep breath before plunging my tongue deep inside her opening.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Jasmine cries as my tongue starts to explore her delectable pussy. I tongue-fuck her pussy, nibble her labia and flick my tongue over her clit until she's writhing around on the seat and moaning loudly. With one hand on her curly mound, I try to hold her still as I suck her engorged clit into my mouth.
"Ohhhh! Mike!" she pants, grabbing my head with her hands and bucking wildly against my mouth. I pump a finger into her blazing hole while sucking steadily on her sensitive love button.
"Ohhh! Yeah! Fuck yeah!" Jasmine clenches her pussy around my finger and digs her fingers into my scalp as her orgasm hits with a vengeance.
"Oh God! So good! So good, Mike! Oh FUCK!" she convulses against my face, squeezing her thighs tightly around my head until I can barely breath. Shaking and trembling, she pushes my mouth away from her pussy and collapses back on the seat.
"I definitely missed you more," she gasps while sucking air into her lungs. I drink hungrily from her thick flow of juices, swiping my tongue around her soggy opening as I breathe in her erotic scent.
We're only naked from the waist down but that's all that matters right now. I kneel on the seat between her legs and position my fully recovered cock at the threshold to her love canal. She opens her thighs a little wider and my cock glides smoothly into her slick hole. Jasmine locks her heals around my ass and pulls me deeper inside as I piston my cock in and out of her soggy pussy.
Our urgent need recovers quickly and she's bucking her hips off the seat as I repeatedly slam into her with my hard cock. There isn't room for us to stretch out so I can't kiss her while we fuck. I just grab her thighs and pound my cock into her until I feel her pussy muscles tighten around me. With one final thrust, I jam my cock deep inside her quivering pussy, sending us both over the top.
"Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Jasmine cries as the shockwaves crash through her body and I shakily spew a large load of cum deep inside her pussy.
Pulling out my spent cock, I scoot back so I can lean down and kiss her lips. She sucks my pussy soaked tongue into her mouth while pushing her fingers into my hair and pulling my face tightly against hers.
"This idea of yours better work," she says when we break the kiss.
"It will," I answer confidently. Looking up, I notice a light in one of the upstairs windows. "I bet that's where they are. We better get dressed," I add, kissing her quickly before sitting beside her.
We dress and move back into the front seat. The car smells like raw sex and I lower my window a few inches, although the smell is not unpleasant.
"When she takes them back, I'm going to go in and check it out," I remind her.
"I'm going with you," she insists.
"You can't," I answer. "Someone has to keep watch." Then an idea hits me. "Wait here, I have an idea," I tell her, popping the trunk and getting out of the car. I get the laptop and Bluetooth camera from the trunk.
"We can do a dry run," I offer, getting back in the car and booting up the laptop.
"What do you mean?" Jasmine asks, scooting away to give me room to work on the computer.
"This is a Bluetooth camera," I say, handing it to her. "Next week I'm going to sneak it into Stephanie's bedroom," I explain. "This signal booster should let us capture the video from up to 100 feet away." I hold up the tiny USB device to show her before plugging it into the laptop.
"Wow! Is this legal?" Jasmine asks, inspecting the tiny camera.
"Probably not, but neither is going into her house without permission but I can't imagine this will ever end up in a courtroom." The camera is already linked to the laptop so once it boots up, I just click on the video capture software and the screen fills with a shot of Jasmine's face looking into the camera.
"When they leave, I'll take the camera with me and you can watch on the laptop to make sure we have a good signal." I turn the laptop so she can see the image. "This screen lets off a lot of light, so wait until she drives away to open it," I advise, lowering the lid until it is almost closed.
We snuggle close and sit quietly, enjoying the silence of our post-coital intimacy. God, I've missed her!
"The garage door is opening," Jasmine cries, jolting me alert as she points at the white door starting to rise.
"Okay," I grab the camera from her and open my door. "Keep an eye on the time. We'll communicate with our phones," I say, kissing her quickly and ducking around the back of the car. I sprint across the grass and stand with my back to the side of the garage, hopefully out of sight of her headlights.
I hear the garage door start to close, but I wait until she's in the street and putting the car in drive before I whip around the corner and duck under the garage door just before it closes. The garage is lit from the light of the door opener and I quickly make my way to the inside door while calling Jasmine on my cell.
"Hey," she answers, whispering like she can be overheard.
"I'm in," I say as I walk in the house. "It didn't look like they noticed anything."
"No, they kept going but I saw you as clear as day. I hope there aren't any noisy neighbors."
"Well, just keep an eye out, this won't take long." I hold the camera up so Jasmine can see what I'm seeing. "How's the signal?" I ask.
"Perfect. I can see the kitchen," she says. "This is weird. Hurry up, okay?"
"I'm going to go upstairs now." Walking through the kitchen, I notice some half-empty glasses and a bottle of whiskey on the counter. Keeping the camera in front of me, I show Jasmine the direction I'm headed. The stairs are around the corner near the front door. I take them two at a time.
"The light came from the end of the hall," Jasmine says, her voice startling me in the quiet house.
"Yeah," I answer, moving quickly. The lights are all off and I'm pondering whether to turn them on when I hear Jasmine's voice again.
"Three minutes, Mike," she says, helping me make the decision.
"We won't know if the camera works unless I turn the light on," I tell her, reaching for the switch. The bedroom has the same heavy sexual aroma as my car and the sheets are messy with several wet spots.
"This is obviously where we want the camera," I tell her, looking around for a good spot. "Tell me how much of the room you can see?" I ask placing the camera on the dresser beside the bed, tucking it between a ceramic crock and a small jewelry box.
"I can see part of the door and all of the bed over to the nightstand," she answers. "Six minutes," she adds as I crawl onto the bed and look over at the camera. It's pretty visible. I move it back a little and try again. Perfect! I'm counting on them being too distracted to notice something on the dresser.
"How's that?" I ask Jasmine.
"Eww, you're on her bed!" she blurts.
"How's the viewing angle?" I ask.
"Same as before. You need to get out of there, Mike."
"Right now," I answer, grabbing the camera while I take another look around the bedroom. Peeking my head in the bathroom, I see a bunch of towels on the floor. Of course, the men would want to wash off the sex before they go home.
"There's a car coming," Jasmine yells. "That was fast!"
"Coming out now!" I take the stairs two at a time. The front door is chained. So is the kitchen door. Damn! She'll remember chaining them. I head for the garage and plaster myself against the wall just to the left of the overhead door. A few seconds later, the garage door opener jerks to life craning up the large wooden door.
"Mike!" Jasmine yells. I quickly disconnect the call and shove the phone in my pocket. As the SUV pulls in, I crouch below the windows on the passenger side, out of sight of the driver. I hear the driver door open and her heels clicking on the cement floor. A moment later the garage door springs to life again and I wait for the sound of the entry door closing before making my exit.
Ducking under the garage door, I slip into the shadows beside the house to catch my breath before running back to the car.
"Jesus, Mike," Jasmine greets me. "You cut that awfully close!" She still has the laptop on her lap but the lid is nearly closed. We both look up at the house as the light comes on in the corner bedroom. "Do you think she'll at least change the sheets?" Jasmine asks disgustedly. I just shrug as I start the car.
"Next Thursday I'll plant the camera when she goes to get the men and then retrieve it when she takes them back," I explain to Jasmine who has been silent since we left Stephanie's house. "You're still okay with this, right?" I ask, placing my hand on her thigh for reassurance.
"Oh yeah!" she answers. "I'm just thinking about how Aunt Cyn is going to feel when she sees this."
"We don't have to go through with it."
"Yes we do!" she insists. "The alternative is that we can't be together," she sighs. "I just wish she hadn't pushed us to this."
"Me too!" I respond, feeling as melancholy as Jasmine. I drive to the bookstore where Jasmine and I kiss like long lost lovers before she has to leave.
"Mike," Jasmine says as she opens her door. "Next week, are we going to watch them as they're doing it?" she asks. I hadn't really thought about that.
"Unless we can find something else to do," I answer and her responding smile is absolutely radiant.
"I'm kind of morbidly curious," she says. "But kind of appalled, too."
"I feel the same," I assure her, although I do kind of wonder what this Stephanie woman looks like to entice these three men away from their sexy wives.
The next week is like a blur. Barbara calls for a progress update and I thank her for talking to Jasmine. She lingers on the phone after I explain what's happening next Thursday. I think she's waiting for an invitation but I just tell her I'll call her next Friday and let her know how it went. Jasmine and I text all week and except for not being able to see her, it's almost like old times.
When Thursday finally arrives, Jasmine and I follow the same routine as before except this time, I'm walking down the street, or at least pretending to, when the garage door opens. As soon as the SUV drives away, I run to the garage and slip under the door.
The kitchen is clean and she's put some snacks on the coffee table in the living room. They must start here before heading to the bedroom. I quickly climb the stairs, go into the front bedroom and plant the camera on the dresser exactly where I had it last week. There is enough clutter on the dresser that I'm hoping it will obscure the view of the camera.
"How's it look," I ask when Jasmine answers her phone.
"Just like before. I can see everything," she says. "Now get out of there."
"On my way!" I respond, racing down the stairs and through the living room. I can't believe my good fortune when the chain on the back door isn't hooked. Slipping out onto the patio, I find my way around the house and open the side gate.
"Is it clear?" I ask.
"No cars in either direction," Jasmine responds. I jog over to the car and jump in the driver's seat.
"Keep the laptop closed until they pull into the garage," I say but she's one step ahead of me.
"God, I'm so nervous," Jasmine says. I'm about to reassure her when headlights appear at the end of the street. We scrunch down in our seats while watching the garage door open and the SUV disappearing inside.
"Okay, here we go," I say, opening the laptop and staring at the empty bedroom.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for this," Jasmine whispers. "Do we have to watch it?" I think about her question for a minute before answering. We're recording so I can always watch it later but...
"We have to monitor it in case they spot the camera," I answer tentatively, assessing her response. I set the laptop on the passenger side floor and tilt the screen so I can still see it but it doesn't light up the inside of the car.
"Oh, right," Jasmine says, seemingly lost in thought. "Well, I don't have to watch it," she says, smiling as she traces her fingers up my jean covered thigh. "If I remember correctly, watching interracial sex makes you very hard," she teases. I laugh at the memory of Jasmine and I watching her boyfriend and my date having sex in the backyard at a party. I did get pretty turned on.
"I don't need any outside stimulation to make me hard when I'm with you," I respond, kissing her on the mouth. Jasmine is squeezing my hard cock through my jeans when we're startled by a voice coming from the laptop's tiny speaker.
"How come you're always first, Reggie?" A female voice asks. Both of our heads pivot towards the sound.
"Because I refuse to eat your pussy after those other lunkheads have filled it full of cum," Uncle Reggie answers. "And you know how much I love the sweet taste of your pussy," he purrs. They are stripping off their clothes as they speak and I watch Stephanie hang up her blouse and start to unfasten the clasp on her bra.
"Eww," Jasmine says. "I don't want to see my Uncle Reggie's junk." She turns her head away. "You watch it and I'll just play with this," she says, tugging at my belt and unfastening my jeans. I raise my ass so Jasmine can pull my jeans down, springing my hard cock free.
"Hmmm," Jasmine teases. "You seem to like watching naked white women," she adds as she lowers her head and licks around the dome of my cockhead.
"I like what you're doing," I answer but I'm still watching the camera feed on the laptop. Stephanie has shrugged out of her bra and released her sizable breasts with a flirtatious shake. It's hard to tell but she appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with long blonde hair and an hourglass figure -- large breasts, flat stomach and curvy hips.
"Do all white women shave?" Jasmine asks, glancing at the screen as Stephanie finishes peeling off her lacy thong, revealing a smooth pussy mound. She didn't say anything about the substantial boner her uncle is sporting.
"It's not just white women," I answer too quickly.
"Barbara?" Jasmine asks, raising her head to look at me but keeping her hand slowly moving on my cock.
"She had a unique style to hers," I smile as I watch Stephanie get settled on the bed and Reggie crawl up between her legs.
"Would you like it if mine was shaved like that?" Jasmine asks but before I can answer Stephanie's voice comes booming from the laptop.
"Oh yeah, Reggie! Eat my pussy!" she cries.
"Do we have to have the sound up?" Jasmine asks, raising an eyebrow to me as she peeks at the screen.
"No, you can turn it down," I answer. She reaches over and taps the volume button, eliminating the sound, and then resumes her playful licking of my cock.
I lean back and enjoy Jasmine's extra slow teasing of my cock while I watch Reggie eat Stephanie to a bed-thrashing orgasm. He flips her over and she pushes up on her hands and knees while he kneels behind her. Jasmine is lightly stroking the sides of my cock while she gently sucks on my engorged cockhead. Reggie positions his thick black cock behind Stephanie. The camera view is from the side and I can't tell if he's fucking her pussy or her ass but it might be her ass because it's taking him a while to get it all the way in.
God! This is surreal. Sitting in a car, with Jasmine playfully teasing my cock while I watch her uncle ass fuck his... what? His mistress? My cock is rock hard and I can feel the tension build.
"Keep that up and you'll have a mouthful," I warn her.
"Isn't that the idea?" she says, giving a quick glance at the laptop. "Are you enjoying the show?" she teases while corkscrewing her hand up and down my rigid shaft.
"I'm just monitoring this in case they spot the camera," I say jokingly. "I'm enjoying what you're doing."
"Good answer," she laughs before sliding my cock back into her warm mouth. Between Jasmine's prolonged teasing and the erotic images on the laptop, a slow burning tension amasses in my dick and I feel like I could shoot a hole in the roof. Jasmine's tongue continues to torment my hard, throbbing cock while Reggie and Stephanie pound their way through to a violent climax.
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Reggie doesn't hang around for hugs and kisses and Stephanie flips over onto her back as soon as he leaves the room. With her legs spread, she's rubbing her pussy when the next guy walks in already naked.
"Who's that?" I ask Jasmine who releases my cock and checks out the video image.
"Shelly's husband," she answers. "I forget his name, Ron or Rob or something. Damn! He's big!" She gasps but I don't know if she means him or just his erection. By the looks of him it could be both. His giant cock sways in front of him as he crawls up on the bed. Stephanie seems to be giving him instructions just before he buries his face in her ample breasts.
"That's her boss," I say, not knowing why I thought I should supply that detail.
"She seems to be bossing him," Jasmine says, dismissing my comment. She watches for a while as Rob/Ron alternates between Stephanie's stiff nipples. "I want to see if that thing fits inside of her," Jasmine says.
"If Barbara's right, it's been going in there for a while," I answer; selfishly wishing she wasn't so distracted and would get back to my cock.
"I know this is wrong, but I just want to see it go in," she says sheepishly. We both watch as Shelly's husband continues chomping on Stephanie's tits. With the sound down, we can't hear what she's saying but she appears to be giving him more direction and he releases her breasts and positions his black monster against her widespread pussy.
"Looks like you're going to get your wish," I tell her as Rob/Ron leans on Stephanie's thighs, spreading them farther apart and guides his over-sized cock into her splayed open pussy.
"Jesus!" Jasmine gasps as his solid rod slides right in with apparently no resistance. That must be one well-fucked pussy to take that large cock so easily. Stephanie smiles broadly as she pulls him down on top of her and he starts pounding into her.
"Jealous?" I tease as I watch Stephanie's tits flop back and forth with his fervent rhythm.
"No way!" she cries, turning her face back to my cock. "You're the perfect size for me." The brief pause has taken some of the urgency out of my erection but with a few quick strokes Jasmine brings it back to its former rigidity and slips my cockhead into her warm mouth. Between the video feed and Jasmine's long-drawn-out blowjob, my cock is achingly hard but fastidiously just under the threshold for release.
She continues sucking and licking my cock as I watch Stephanie change partners again. For some reason Barbara's husband is treated to a blowjob. Stephanie seems to be the one calling the shots about what each guy gets to do. She has this one lie on the bed while she kneels between his legs. As I watch her pale lips wrap around his thick, black shaft, I am getting so ready for Jasmine to finish me off but she seems in no hurry to set a rhythm that would do it.
"Mmmm," I moan encouragingly, hoping she'll get the message but she just keeps licking, stroking and nibbling up and down my throbbing shaft. Even though it's torturous, it is also one of the most erotic blowjob I've ever had. The leisurely pace, without any urgency to make me cum, is driving me crazy. I wish we were in my bed and Jasmine was naked but then she probably wouldn't be taking such an unhurried approach.
I check the time on my phone and I'm surprised that we've all been at this for almost two hours already. Fuck! No wonder my cock is so sensitive. I curl my fingers in Jasmine's hair and hold her head while I try to push my cock farther into her mouth but she's having none of it. She pushes my hand away and lets my cock spring free.
"Getting anxious?" she says breathlessly.
"Yes," I answer honestly.
"Patience, white boy," she laughs while glancing at the laptop screen. "If what you've heard is true, there is going to be quite a finale to watch and that's when I'll make you cum."
"You're amazing, do you know that?" I tell her, brushing her hair from her eyes. "That's a brilliant idea."
"I know, " she says, watching Stephanie blowing Barbara's husband while she gently strokes my cock. "I'm amazing and brilliant and don't you forget it," she playfully adds.
"Never," I answer as I rock in rhythm to her strokes.
Now Stephanie is really going at it with the dentist and we both watch her head bobbing like crazy while she pumps his hard cock in and out of her mouth. He grabs the sides of her head and bucks his hips up, fucking her mouth to a thunderous climax. Jasmine's hand has stopped moving on my cock as she stares at the cum-swallowing scene playing out on the laptop.
"Wow," she whispers. "I've seen a few porn videos but they are really fake looking compared to the real thing."
"We seem to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time," I answer glibly and she smacks me on the arm.
"Don't get used to it," she says. "I don't plan on making this a habit."
"I hope you only mean the watching part and not what you've been doing to my dick because that is incredible."
"Glad you like it," she smiles as she again sucks my cockhead into her mouth and swirls her tongue across the dome.
"God! That feels so fucking good," I cry as I watch Stephanie suck the dentist's cock back to a rigid hardness. He has turned crosswise on the double bed, so we are now looking at Stephanie's ass as she kneels between his legs. She must have called the others because they walk into the room just as Stephanie mounts the fully recovered cock. Once again giving directions, she positions each guy where she wants him.
"I'm not going to watch this," Jasmine says as her uncle stands next to the bed near Stephanie's face. That's fine with me especially when she attacks my cock with a renewed vigor. Jasmine fondles my balls with one hand while she sets a steady rhythm up and down my cock with the other. Her tongue is making up for lost time all around my sensitive shaft and I'm getting close to shooting my built up cum into her talented mouth.
It looks like Shelly's husband will be fucking her ass and once he gets into position he's pretty much blocking our view of everyone else. Not wanting to stare at this guy's dark ass, I close my eyes and just enjoy Jasmine's vivacity.
"Ohhh fuck!" I groan as the combination of her hands and her mouth push me over the edge and I start spewing a shitload of cum into her eager little mouth. "Ohhhh! Fuck yes!!" I scream as I jerkily deposit what feels like a gallon of cum from my convulsing cock.
Jasmine keeps pumping me, sucking and swallowing every bit of my cum until I'm completely drained and I fall back onto my seat, gasping for air.
"Wow!" she exclaims as she sits up, licking her lips. "I think that's the most you've ever cum."
"What did you expect when you've been playing with it for hours?" I say, still panting.
"Not to mention the extra stimulation of an interracial foursome," she teases.
"That was incredible!" I tell her, still catching my breath. On the laptop screen the foursome are still going at it but all we can see are the muscles on Rod/Ron's ass clenching as he thrusts into Stephanie's asshole. Trust me, it's not a very erotic sight.
"What happens next?" Jasmine asks as I pull my jeans back up.
"I edit the footage and create a blackmail DVD for Aunt Cyn," I answer. "Then I meet with her to renegotiate."
"You mean we meet with Aunt Cyn," Jasmine corrects me and I smile as I nod in agreement.
"That's what I meant," I say as I finish fastening my jeans. "It looks like the party inside is winding down. I probably have time to reciprocate." I raise my eyebrows as I pull her towards me.
"I'm fine," Jasmine says. "And you need to be ready to get that camera." Ron/Rod seems to have finished first, followed quickly by Reggie. With her mouth and ass empty, Stephanie is riding the cock in her pussy like a wild woman.
"You would think she'd be exhausted by now," Jasmine comments about the on screen action. "She's such a slut! I can't imagine doing anything like that."
"Good, because I don't plan on sharing you," I answer, kissing the top of her head.
"I mean, first of all it looked uncomfortable as hell and secondly, I'd rather have one guy several times than several guys all at once."
"As long as I'm that guy!" I answer, squeezing her against me.
"Of course," she agrees, settling into my arms as she turns her face away from the video where Stephanie is finally climaxing. It appears that she's employing some theatrics in her finale and I watch her shake violently around before throwing herself down on the dentist's chest.
Jasmine and I sit quietly in the car, cuddled in each other's arms as we wait for the garage door to open. About twenty minutes after they've finished in the bedroom, I see light under the door and it slowly starts to rise.
"Gotta go," I say, giving Jasmine a quick peck on the cheek. I slip out of the car, scurry across the neighbor's yard and flatten myself against the side of Stephanie's garage. I repeat my maneuver from the other night and retrieve the camera without incident. Fortunately the back door isn't chained and I slip out and we're on our way before Stephanie returns.
"Do you want to come over for a while," I ask Jasmine.
"Not tonight, Mike," she says. "This whole thing is kind of disgusting. I want to take a shower and go to bed."
"I didn't think the whole night was disgusting," I tease.
"Not the whole night," she agrees, patting my thigh. "Just the part inside the house. I don't understand it from either viewpoint; hers or theirs. Why would she degrade herself like that and why would those men want to all fuck her at the same time?"
Thinking her question is rhetorical, I don't answer.
"You had a threesome with Aunt Cyn and Shelly, right?" Jasmine asks. I just nod. "Would you want to be with two other guys fucking one of them?"
"No," I answer, wondering how much I should disclose about Shelly's motives. "How much do you know about that threesome?" I ask.
"Not very much, but I can imagine how you might enjoy being serviced by two women at once," she says.
"Okay, I did enjoy it, but Shelly enjoyed it the most," I answer cryptically, waiting to see if Jasmine takes the hint. She doesn't.
"What do you mean?" she asks as we turn down her street.
"Shelly orchestrated the entire thing because she wanted a sexual relationship with Cyn, not because she wanted a threesome with me." There it is, right out there in the open. Jasmine's jaw has dropped and she's just looking at me.
"Well that's a different thing all together," she says, clearly flabbergasted. "So, Shelly and Cyn weren't just sharing you, they were... um..." I nod my head. "With each other?" she asks. I nod again.
"Whoa, I wasn't expecting that," she says. "Couldn't we have used that to blackmail Aunt Cyn?" I told you this girl was smart.
"I tried that and she said she would still go through with her threat even if it meant full disclosure of her relationship with Shelly. They're still spending Thursday nights together, just the two of them as far as I know."
"I hope this video works," Jasmine says as we sit in the car in front of her house.
"It will," I assure her. "I'll call you when I have a DVD made that we can show Cyn." Jasmine kisses me hard on the mouth and gets out of the car.
"Love you," she says just before closing the door, preventing me from responding in kind.
It only takes a couple of hours to edit the juicy footage that should give Cyn second thoughts. I also make a DVD for Barbara to use with her husband and one for Shelly, although I'm not sure she'll want it. I only included footage from the individual trysts, not the group fuck. The visual was better and the audio was much more incriminating.
I call Jasmine the next day and we decide to meet with Cyn the following Monday.
Jasmine arranges for her Aunt Cyn to meet her after school on Monday before her mom gets home. I pick her up from school and we're waiting in her living room when Cyn walks in.
"What is he doing here?" she demands without any preamble.
"We need to talk to you, Aunt Cyn," Jasmine answers.
"I thought I made myself clear," Cyn says with her hands on her hips.
"We would like you to reconsider," I offer quietly. I have the laptop on the coffee table with the most explicit scene cued up. It was Jasmine's idea to try to reason with her first.
"You could have saved us both some time," Cyn says. "I am not about to reconsider!"
"We love each other," Jasmine says quietly.
"It's infatuation, girl!" Cyn yells.
"Then why not let it play out?" I ask. "If it's only infatuation, it will run it's course."
"Jasmine," Cyn says, ignoring me. "Listen honey, I know you think what you're feeling is love. I've experienced Mike's charms first hand, remember? I know that when he gets going on you he can make you believe that down is up. He's a very talented lover, but that doesn't mean he loves you."
"What if you're wrong?" I ask. "What if this is the real thing?"
"You are what's wrong!" Cyn points at me for emphasis. "You just need to march your white ass out of here before I tell her mama all about you!"
"Aunt Cyn..." Jasmine pleads.
"I will do what I have to do!" Cyn interrupts her niece. "Now, are you leaving?" she asks, turning back in my direction.
"No," I answer, shaking my head. "I've something to show you first."
"You don't have anything I want to see. If you won't leave, then you two will pay the consequences!" She turns to go and I tap the play button on the laptop.
"Oh Reggie, fuck my ass!" Stephanie's voice fills the room a little louder than I intended but it has the desired effect. "You love my tight white ass, don't you Reggie?" Cyn has stopped in her tracks and turned back toward us.
"You know I do, Baby," Cyn's husband's voice jumps from the tiny speaker.
"What the hell?" Cyn steps back and I turn the laptop screen towards her. "Oh my god! What have you two done?" she asks. Jasmine stands up and helps her aunt to a chair. Cyn sits down, takes a quick look at the video and turns away.
"Shut that off, you've made your point," she says angrily. "What do you expect to gain with that? I already knew he was fucking her," she says indignantly. I expected this response and I'm ready for her.
"But everyone else doesn't," I answer. "What if this went viral on the internet?"
"There is nowhere you could post this video that anyone in our congregation would see it," she counters. Having anticipated this response too, I hand her a stack of papers I had ready next to the laptop.
"What is this?" she asks, looking at the list of names.
"The email address of everyone in your husband's congregation." I answer. "You'll notice it starts with the church council and then the deacons." I sit back, maybe a little too smugly. Cyn looks over the list and I see her shoulders slump in acquiescence.
"You wouldn't," she says but her voice lacks conviction.
"We don't want to but you haven't given us much choice," I answer. "You threatened us. We're just threatening back and we're as serious about this as you are."
"I just want what is best for you," Cyn addresses Jasmine. "I just want you to have a happy life with someone of your own race."
"Yeah, that seems to be working out well for you," I say sarcastically, nodding towards the laptop. Before Cyn can respond, Jasmine gives me a scowl and waves her hand at me to be quiet. She's right. I shouldn't be rubbing salt in the wound. I sit back and let Jasmine take over.
"We don't want anyone to ever see this video, Aunt Cyn," Jasmine says quietly.
"What do you want?" Cyn asks resignedly.
"We just want you to let us be together. We want a chance to see if there is more here than infatuation." Cyn studies her niece and then looks at me.
"You're bluffing," she finally says.
"There is two hours of video, taken inside Stephanie's bedroom," I say, handing her a DVD as I return her glare. "We went to too much trouble to be bluffing. It wouldn't take me very long to start emailing selected clips from this video."
Cyn abruptly stands up. "Fine! I'll leave you two to your infatuated frolicking. Fuck each other's brains out for all I care. Just mark my words, nothing good will come of this!" She grabs the DVD and stomps out the door.
"Well, that went well," I deadpan and immediately wish I hadn't said it. Jasmine looks forlorn and I move next to her on the couch, wrapping my arms around her.
"My mom will be home soon," Jasmine says. "Can we go to your place?"
"Let's go," I answer, pulling her to her feet.
"I wish we didn't have to do that to Aunt Cyn," Jasmine says on the drive to my apartment.
"She didn't give us much choice," I answer.
"Mike," Jasmine says hesitantly. "What if she's right? What if this is just infatuation?"
"Do you really believe that?"
"No, but I thought I loved Jimmy, too," Jasmine says, displaying quite a bit of introspection for an eighteen year old.
"We won't know unless we're allowed to spend time together," I say. "The only thing that will make the blackmail right is if we prove Cyn wrong."
"I know, but..."
"There aren't any guarantees, Jasmine." I glance towards her. "I love you and I'm going to do my best to make this work for us for a long time."
"I love you, too," she says, visibly relieved. "And in a few minutes, I'm going to show you how much I've missed you," she adds as we pull into the parking lot.
You'd expect that we'd be stripping each other naked as soon as we're inside my apartment but by some unspoken agreement we are taking it slowly. Jasmine takes the lead walking into my bedroom and closing the door behind us.
Turning to me, she kisses me lightly on the lips as she starts unbuttoning my shirt. As it falls off my shoulders onto the floor, she unbuckles my belt. I slip off my shoes as she's unfastening my jeans. My cock springs out when she tugs my jeans and boxers down together. Kneeling on the floor, she kisses the end of my prick as I step out of my jeans and she tosses them aside.
Neither of us has spoken since we entered my apartment and it seems Jasmine intends to keep it that way. She motions for me to lie down on the bed before stepping back and slowly stripping off her clothes. It's not a striptease but just a very comfortable, unhurried unveiling of her beautiful body.
I lie transfixed with my cock pointing at the ceiling as she unclasps her bra and shakes her tits free of their restrains. Damn! I will never get tired of looking at her perfectly shaped breasts. My eyes follow her taut nipples as she shimmies back and forth, pushing her jeans down. Wearing only her thong, she sits on the edge of my bed and gently caresses my rigid shaft.
"This isn't just infatuation," she says quietly.
Slipping off her thong, she lies down beside me and I wrap my arms around her. We're on our sides and I kiss her lips as we press our bodies together. She reaches down and pushes my cock up so it isn't poking right into her abdomen while I move my hand over her breast, teasing her nipple.
"You are so beautiful," I tell her, breaking the kiss and moving my head down to her taut nipple. I suck and lick her thick, black nubs as she softly moans her appreciation. I feel her shiver when I squeeze the sides of her soft breasts while blowing my hot breath over her moist nipples.
"I love you, Mike," she barely whispers as another shiver rolls through her body. I kiss her lips again, pushing my tongue into her warm mouth. She hungrily sucks on my tongue as my hands roam from her breasts down her sides and massage her hips.
"I love you, too, Jasmine," I whisper, trailing kisses down her magnificent body. Kneeling between her legs, I lick her inner thighs while sliding my arms behind her knees. She lets out an extended moan when I lift her legs into the air and flick my tongue across her pussy lips. Damn, she tastes good.
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"Ohhhh! Yeah!" Jasmine cries, spreading her legs and pulling them up higher. I take my time, savoring each drop of her tasty juice before flicking my tongue across her moist lips again. She's writhing on my bed, squirming her ass around and trying in vain to make contact with my tongue. I take my time, teasing her while I lick all around her inner and outer folds.
"Eat me... Tongueman," she pleads softly and I comply, pushing my tongue into her wet hole, licking up and down the length of her slit.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moans as I clamp my mouth over her wet pussy lips and lap hungrily at her dripping juices. Slowly tongue fucking her, I rock my head from side to side, letting the bridge of my nose lightly connect with her clit. She's bucking her ass off the bed, holding my head in both hands as she frantically grinds against my face. Licking to the top of her wet opening, I wrap my lips around her clit, and gently but rapidly suck on it while flicking my tongue lightly across its tip.
"Fuuuuuck!" Jasmine screams as my tongue unexpectedly detonates her clit, blasting her orgasm through her loins like a hand grenade. Gushing love juice all over my chin, she shoves my mouth away from her sensitive clit as her body shakes and trembles. I lick at her steadily flowing juices before moving my body over hers and gliding my hard cock into her quivering tunnel.
"Oh yes!" Jasmine murmurs, wrapping her arms and legs around me and squeezing me tightly against her. I leave my cock buried to its depth, not moving in or out, as our tongues entwine inside her mouth and I crush my lips against hers. Slowly, I start grinding my hips in a circular motion, squishing her pussy lips against the base of my cock and rubbing my pelvic bone against her clit. Jasmine's response is immediate and we lose ourselves in a slow sensuous dance as we try to merge our bodies into one.
Oh fuck! This isn't infatuation! This isn't just fucking! This is honest-to-God love making. My cock is moving of its own accord, pumping and churning inside her steamy cavern. Fueled by increasingly intense eruptions, her fiery pussy melts around my cock, engulfing and scorching me as our bodies undulate together. We never break the kiss, our tongues being a critical part of our libidinous dance. Our passions build higher and higher, reaching a torturous peak as our sweat-soaked bodies press together, writhing in harmony until we reach the summit.
"Oh God!" Jasmine screams, breaking the kiss as her orgasm thunders through her body.
"I love you! I love you! I love yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!" Jasmine howls, clawing my back as her body lurches uncontrollably, quenching her fervent longing by flooding her with pure unadulterated pleasure.
"And I love you!" I say, through clenched teeth as my eruption joins hers and I empty my potent load into her flood of hot juices. Our bodies jerk against each other while we ride out wave after wave of breathless titillation. As our breathing slows, our mouths again find each other and our tongues entwine in an impassioned kiss.
When the shockwaves finally subside, our exhausted bodies drift into a blissful sleep, wrapped in a cozy cocoon of warmth and love.
And that would be the end of our story, with Jasmine and I living happily ever after except for the interesting epilogue that occurs a few months later.
I'm working a day shift at the bookstore when Cynthia walks in just before I'm due to clock out. She stops directly in front of me and raises her eyebrows.
"Starbucks?" she says, her tone indicating that it's not really a question. "The latte's are on me." She turns and walks away. Regardless of how much grief she has caused us, my eyes are instinctively drawn to the undulation of her sexy ass cheeks as she struts towards the door. My cock twinges at the memory of my hands cupping those firm, round cheeks as I dug my nails into her flesh.
Fuck! What does she want now? Everything has been going so well with Jasmine. I'm even saving for a ring, although she doesn't know it yet. I can't imagine how Cyn could fuck up our lives now. I've spent so much time at Jasmine's house, getting to know her mom that I don't think Cyn can tell her anything that will make a difference now.
I finish my shift and hurry over to Starbucks. It's my twenty-first birthday and Jasmine has promised me a surprise. I don't want to be late.
It feels like a time warp when I walk in and Cyn is sitting at the same table, looking as delectable as she did when we first met. I sit down, noticing her blouse is gaping the same way and her coffee colored cleavage is just as enticing. I adopt a defiant look, willing myself to stare at her face instead of her sexy tits.
"I owe you an apology, Mike," Cyn says, smiling broadly as she takes in my bravado. "You were right and I was wrong," she adds, taking a sip of her drink.
Okay, I wasn't expecting that. I pick up my drink to buy time to process what she's saying. A Caramel Machiato, she remembered and that more than anything causes me to return her smile.
"I over reacted and I should have let you and Jasmine find out if you were right for each other. It seemed like I was doing the right thing at the time. I just thought Jasmine was so young and I already knew first hand what you could do to a woman." Cyn leans forward and puts her hand over mine. "You took me places, Mike..." she stops abruptly and just leans back. "Well anyway, you two seem to be doing very well together. I guess it wasn't just your bedroom manner," she laughs nervously.
"Have you told Jasmine?" I ask.
"Yes," Cyn smiles. "See, that being your first question is one of the things we all love about you, Mike. Jasmine told me the whole story about her refusal to date you because you are white and your willingness to continue the friendship even without sex. I was wrong, Mike. I'm sorry."
"Thank you," I answer.
"No, I should be thanking you," she sits forward and this time I let my eyes take in her considerable cleavage. "I have my husband back," she whispers. "We all do. Those videos allowed us to do what we should have done in the first place and that was confront them with the truth." She pauses to take another sip of her drink.
"That didn't work out so well for Barbara without the video," I respond.
"No, but with the video... well, you've never seen such accommodating husbands as we have now." Her hearty laughter is music to my ears and she doesn't seem to mind as I watch her tits bounce up and down. She leans forward and puts her hand over mine.
"I'm truly sorry, Mike, for all the trouble I caused you and Jasmine."
"Thanks, Cyn. This means a lot to me and I know it means a lot to Jasmine." I check the time on my phone. Jasmine will be waiting.
"I have to go, Cyn," I say, taking her hand. "I'm meeting Jasmine."
"Your birthday, right?" she asks.
"Yup, twenty-one!" I announce.
"She won't mind if I buy you a real drink, just a quick one," she says, standing up and taking my hand.
"Well..." I'm not sure I like where this might be going but I don't want to be rude to Jasmine's aunt now that she is back in our life.
"Come on," Cyn says, pulling me towards the door. "A couple of minutes for your Aunt Cyn." She smiles mischievously. A couple of doors down is a sports bar and Cyn leads the way to a back table. Holy shit! Sitting there with drinks half finished are Shelly and Barbara.
"Surprise!" they all yell as Cyn slips into the booth next to the other two. I stand there dumbfounded as the three laugh uproariously at my discomfort. The neglected black housewives in all their luscious glory are wishing me happy birthday.
"The neglected black housewives," I say, grinning from ear to ear.
"Except we are no longer neglected," Shelly says. "Thanks to you," she adds, raising her glass.
I could never cheat on Jasmine but as I take a chair across from them, my mind momentarily flashes on the foursome scene that Barbara had described to me months ago. I can vividly see Cyn and Shelly with their faces buried in each other's pussies while Barbara rides my cock and I play with her perfect tits. Shelly's massive breasts and unruly pubic hair contrast with Cyn's neatly trimmed bush and firm, high breasts. My cock stiffens when I focus on Barbara's designer pubic hair and long, dark nipples.
Before I conjure up any more images, a pair of hands clamps over my eyes. I catch a whiff of Jasmine's perfume just before she speaks.
"Guess who?" she asks as she leans her head down. "Don't even think about it," she whispers in my ear just before kissing my cheek and uncovering my eyes.
"I wasn't," I lie. She slides into the chair next to me and runs her hand up my thigh.
"You were," she laughs as she squeezes my hard cock.
"Okay, but I wouldn't have," I answer.
"I know," she says, kissing me on the lips.
"Hey, you two," Shelly cries. "You know we can't have any of that, so quit teasing us."
Everyone laughs and I order a round of drinks, adding a Sprite for Jasmine. We laugh and toast through several more rounds with increasing amounts of explicit sexual banter that is embarrassingly focused on my prowess with my tongue.
I can't believe they're sitting here comparing the intensity of their orgasms induced by my tongue. My face is bright red and I want to just slip under the table, especially when Jasmine joins in with her affirmation of my skills and even discloses her Tongueman nickname for me amidst much nodding and laughter.
"I thought Aunt Cyn was exaggerating," she says with a sly smile. "But um-huh, she was so right." Jasmine shakes her head as she grabs my arm possessively. "And he's all mine," she announces adamantly.
A casual observer might wonder what a young white guy was doing with these four gorgeous black women but I'm sure would never believe the incredible sex I've had with each of them.
"Here's to us housewives not being neglected anymore," Shelly adds to the end of one of my lengthy toasts about Jasmine and I. "But, Mike, if this thing doesn't work out," she waves her hand between Jasmine and I. "You know where to find us," she winks.
More laughter from everyone except Barbara who lifts her glass but smiles a little dejectedly. We clink glasses and Jasmine nudges me that it's time to go.
"We have some celebrating of our own to do," I say, pushing my chair back. "Thank you all for a wonderful birthday!"
Everyone stands and give us hugs. Shelly squashes her heavy breasts into my chest and squeezes my ass cheek as she wishes me a happy birthday. Cyn kisses me on the cheek and whispers another apology that I dismiss with a wave of my hand.
"I have no regrets," I whisper in her ear.
"Me either except how I treated you and Jasmine," she smiles.
Finally Barbara wraps her arms around my neck and stares longingly into my eyes, apparently looking for reciprocal feelings. I smile and she crushes her lips against mine in a hard, passionate kiss while she presses her body against me with an almost imperceptible grind against my hard cock.
"Happy birthday, Mike," she whispers, her hand lingering on my cheek. Before I can respond, Jasmine loops her arm through mine and we say our goodbyes.
"That was fun," I tell Jasmine as we walk back to the bookstore to get my car.
"I don't trust Barbara," she scowls.
"You don't have to," I answer. "You just have to trust me."
"I do, Mike," she says, turning to walk backward in front of me. "Take me home and unwrap your present," she says, indicating the buttons on her blouse.
"What are we waiting for?" I ask, grabbing her hand and drag her laughing towards my car.
As you can imagine, it's the best birthday ever!