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Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02

By: samslam



"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. 


Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02



"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.




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02



"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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02



"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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02



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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02



"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.




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 02



"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!




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 03



"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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 03



"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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 03



"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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 03



"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. 




Neglected Black Housewife Ch. 03



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.