1 comments/ 14335 views/ 6 favorites In May Came Summer Ch. 02 By: dsoul They made love once more before deciding to take a break. They went into the bathroom together, which was how it was going to be for them from that moment on, and took turns sponging each other's body with soap. For Marie it was like reliving her fantasy all over: rubbing soap suds all over his body, their lips merged in a kiss. His hands slapped her tits playfully while water fell down on both of them. Her hand washed his cock, but finding it unsatisfactory, came down to her knees and took his shaft into her mouth. She was becoming brazen in so short a period. She wasn't the former woman she once was anymore. Curtis turned off the shower and picked her up and carried her back into his room. He dumped her on the bed, turned her around to be on her arms and knees and slapped her ass cheeks. "Shake your ass for me," he demanded. "Bounce it up and down." Marie didn't get what he meant at first but then he slapped her ass, harder this time. It made her howl and his voice became harsh with her. "COME ON!" he snapped. "I said bounce those ass cheeks for me! Come on, do it!" Marie was a little scared. She started wiggling her ass side to side for him, but another smack told her it wasn't so. He coached her in what he meant and minutes later she got the idea and began bouncing her ass for him, working hard to make her ass cheeks slap and clap. Curtis wasn't angry with her anymore. "Yeah ... that's how I want you to bounce that ass. You're still a little weak on it, but in time, as long as you keep practicing, you'll become a pro. You do want to become a pro, don't you?" "For you, I would," she said. She was still wiggling her ass as he brought his face between her ass lobes, sticking his tongue down her crack to her anal orifice. Marie half-shut her eyes and sighed. "You'd better not stop wiggling your ass, Marie," Curtis ordered her. "You'll get me upset if you do." "No darling, I won't." He didn't reply her. He was busy slipping his tongue up and down her ass crack. He rolled his tongue down her asshole and slid downward to her hungry pussy. Marie kept on bouncing her ass even though she wanted to stop. Her moans were growing higher and her breathing heavier. She rested her head on the bed, still keeping up with her ass shaking. Curtis told her not to move and then stepped out of the room. Marie remained as she was, wondering whatever he was going to get. Curtis returned to the bedroom a minute later with a glass jar in his hand. It was strawberry jam which he'd gotten from the kitchen. He dipped his fingers inside and rubbed it on her ass and down her ass crack. Marie gasped from the cold wetness of it. He returned to licking her ass, rolling his tongue over the jam-lathered area. This brought an exciting sensation over Marie's lower body. Never had she thought foreplay could be as interesting as this. Curtis held her ass cheeks as wide apart as he could and buried his face down her valley, consuming every drop and splatter of strawberry jam that was there. Like that he slid down to her pussy and ate her up. Marie shook and convulsed all over as if she'd been doused with a bucket of cold water. "Ohhh ... shit!" she cried out. "Ohhh God! You're killing me, babe!" Curtis got up, his lower lips wet with her cum juice and bits of strawberry jam, and gave her ass one more slap before getting up on the bed, hunched over her. She cried as the head of his cock found her pussy entrance and dove right into it. Her pussy drew a farting-like sound as he pulled out and then drove it back into her. He slapped her ass repeatedly, pounding her harder with lengthy thrusts. Marie grabbed the bed sheets once again moaning like crazy. Each thrust of his cock was like being jammed with a lead pipe. Her late husband was never this big or thick as Curtis was. Made her wonder just how much fun she'd been missing all this while. 6. Neither of them ventured outside the house that day. They were like children discovering new type of play, not wishing for the world to know about what they were up to. Marie felt rejuvenated, revitalized unlike before. She was a reptile that had shed its old skin and replaced it with a new one. The world looked completely different for her now. Months after she'd laid Edward in the ground she had felt lost and alone. Now the last thing she felt was loneliness. She had a lover now, and he was unlike any person she'd ever thought she would meet. After Curtis had fucked her and shot his cum down her ass they'd rested for a while and later, feeling famished, they'd trooped downstairs and she'd made them both sandwiches. Curtis had wolfed his down and still felt unsatisfied. They placed an order to the nearby Pizza Hut and played with each other in the living room until the young lad arrived with their meal. The following day Marie called her office and told her she wouldn't be coming to work—she had the flu. Curtis sucked on her tits and fingered her pussy while she made the phone call, dragging her voice as if she were really ill. Dropping the phone, they'd screwed each other in the living room. Curtis never fucked her gentlemanly and she too was getting used to his roughness with her. He had her leaning over the couch looking out the driveway of her home and mounted her from behind. He grabbed a handful of her auburn hair and pulled it back while he went on fucking her hard. The sound of her cries rebounded around the room. Everywhere smelled of cum, pussy juice and his semen each time I splashed it over her face or on her butt. By the second day he'd instigated Marie to swallow his cum. She was at first unwilling to try, but after a couple of butt smacks she opened her mouth and allowed him to empty his load inside her. Before the even came she was looking forward to whenever he was about to cum, then she would indicate that he shoot it inside her mouth and she would make everything disappear. Hard to believe that within forty-eight hours Marie was fast becoming a slut. She was quite familiar with the word, but never would she ever had thought the word would apply to her. To her understanding, the word felt more at home with prostitutes. Curtis became unconditionally her bread and butter, her sunlight during the day and moon during the night. The following night when she lay beside him, cuddling. He had his arm around her and she couldn't stop rubbing it. She loved the manly smell about him; she felt safe in his presence. "Are you worried?" he asked her. "No. I don't think so." "Come on, tell the truth. You're a little worried." She thought about it for a minute, then: "Yes, I am. I'm afraid." "You're afraid of me." There. He had hit the hammer on the nail's head. "Yes, I am. I don't know what to make about you. I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow and you won't be here anymore." "I'm your tenant and you're my landlady. Whatever makes you think I won't be here tomorrow?" "You know what I mean. I hardly know you." "You can know me anytime you want. Ask me anything and I'll never turn down your question." "What's your last name?" "Pryor," he said. "Pryor. Curtis Pryor, you are. You wouldn't be related to Richard Pryor would you?" He smiled. "I get that a lot. Though I wish, or else I'd be tickling your funny bone right about now." That got Marie laughing. "If ever you decide to go into showbiz, take me along. I'd be your manager." "Oh really? You think you and I could make an excellent team?" "I hope so." She rubbed her fingers against the growth of beard under his chin. "There's so much about you I'd very much love to know. I just hope I'm not rushing things. It's been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, ever since my husband... " she wanted to say more but at the last minute bit down on her words. It wouldn't look good taking the load of her past and putting it on someone she barely knew. Curtis turned her face towards his. "You were going to say something about your late husband?" "I was, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." He rubbed the back of his palm against her cheek. The warm look in his eyes burned into hers with love and desire, the kind she never thought she'd ever find in a stranger. "You needn't be afraid of me," he said to her. "He was a good man, your husband was, wasn't he?" She nodded. "Yes. Really he was. Kind and funny, he made me laugh almost all the time. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him." "Such is the way of the world, Marie. The good almost always die early while the bad keep on living." "Sometimes I hate the world for being that way. My Edward never did anybody wrong. Why did God have to take him away from me?" "Won't do you any good blaming God, Marie. Some things happen so other things could happen. It's just the way the world is." "I know. Sometimes it just gets me angry. I know if he'd still being alive, you wouldn't be here with me. Never would we have met. Doesn't that sound strange?" "Irony is a cruel joke," he surmised. "But that's the way it is." "So many times I've thought about it, but just don't know what to think anymore." "Stop letting it get you down, is what I'd advise. Would it bother you if I ask you to tell me some more about him?" he said to her. She looked at him, surprised by his words. "Would you like me to?" "If it will do you any good, I'd really like you to." A smile lit Marie's face, though in her heart the smile was even bigger than the one she brought to her face. She sat up on the bed and talked for more than an hour non-stop about her late husband. Curtis ran his fingers over her skin but never once did it look like he was losing interest in what she was saying. The more she talked about Edward, the more a dark curtained cloud that had earlier hidden her heart from view seemed to lift off into the sky, replaced by the burning ubiquitous sensation of sunlight. 7. That night she did something she never thought she would do, at least not then. Was she really thinking about it when she did it, when she made the decision... or was it rather the decision made itself for her... or that the decision had already been made in her heart, and she was now an actor on a stage, following the lines and cues her character was destined to play in order for the world to move harmoniously along. That night, she took her newfound lover's hand and led him to her bedroom. Outside there was a heavy rainstorm; it seemed rather appropriate that neither of them be alone that night. Marie had made dinner for both of them and afterwards they'd watched a late movie then retired to their separate rooms. Marie had gone into the bathroom and taken a shower, dried herself, then put on her night dress before leaving her room and going across to Curtis's room and knocking on his door. His voice from within her told her to come in. He was typing something into his laptop when she approached where his sat. Curtis remained where he sat, looking at her as she came over and closed the lid of his laptop then reached for his hand and pulled him up to his feet. Neither of them said anything as she led him out his room and towards hers. Curtis closed the door behind him as he entered; Marie wouldn't have cared if he didn't. She turned around to face him. There was a longing in her eyes; her heart skipped beats inside her chest. Curtis could see the way her chest rose and fell as if she were practicing the latest breathing method. Outside the windows, sporadic lighting criss-crossed the grey sky. Blustery breeze blew into the room, fluttering the curtains. "I don't want to hide from you anymore," she said to him. His hand went around her waistline and pulled her to meet him. His breath clashed with hers as their faces stood inches from each other. "I don't want you to," he said to her before closing her lips with a kiss. She released herself from him a minute later and fell back on the bed, bringing her legs on his chest, laughing while she did. The hem of her night dress rode down her thigh, giving him more than an eye's view of her pink, naked snatch. She massaged the soles of her feet on her torso, pinching his nipples with her toe nails. His hands held her leg there, caressing the under of her thigh. The bedroom light played against the contrast of their skin. To Marie, it was the most beautiful set of colors she had ever imagined. "I've always wondered if God had made me a man," she pondered, "would I have had a body like yours?" "Would you be happy being black?" he asked her. "I would have loved it," she answered immediately. "Being dark-skinned like you. Having the same abs and muscles you have... I'd have driven the girls in college crazy." "And you'd have played enough college football," he sniggered. "You think you could handle the pressure of hanging with the gangs?" "If you could, then I guess I can too." She took back her feet and spread them apart. Her pussy walls parted to reveal the lush, wet pinkness their hide. She rubbed her fingers over her clit, moaning while she did. Her pussy seemed to sense Curtis standing there a foot away by the bed and it beckoned onto him like a roaming radar homing in on a radio wave. The bulge in the crotch of Curtis's jeans too was pushing against the interior, begging to be let free. Curtis's eyes remained on what Marie was doing to herself. He stood there waiting for her. He was under her spell. He was her prisoner, waiting for her command to be let loose. "Do you want this pussy, darling?" she moaned while still massaging her clit and labia. Her eyes came half open and closed with look of ecstasy in them. "My pussy's calling out to you, my dark prince. Tell me you want it." "I want it," answered Curtis, still enraptured by her beauty, by what she was displaying before him. "I want it very much." "Uhhh ... tell me, darling. What do you want to do to me right now? Please, tell me." Curtis shook his head. "I don't have to tell. I'd rather show." Curtis came to his knees before her, and like a missile bearing on a trajectory towards its target, so too did his lips found her pussy with pristine accuracy. Marie held her legs high above her head and gasped in muted surprise as his tongue slipped and licked between the walls of her pussy before diving further inside. She held her breath in her chest and released it in a sharp cry. Her back arched upwards and within minutes her legs and thighs were shaking from an orgasmic perpetration unlike any she'd experienced before. "OHHH! OOHHH! OOHHHH!" she cried as wave after waved of delight shot into her chest like a doctor's precise injection. Her lower body moved and arched in rhythm to what her lover was doing to her. Curtis pressed the under of her thighs against her, letting her ass rise up from the bed and towards his awaiting lips. Marie's head bounced left and right on the pillow as she cried relentlessly. "Ohh my darling! Uhhhh God! Ohhh my babe!" her hands caressed and squeezed his arms, shoulders and head while her feet beat taps on the bed. Her body wasn't hers anymore. It had a life of its own as it raised itself on her hips to meet more of his tongue. The words floated unconsciously from her lips like steam off a kettle's spout. "Babe! Gimme those thick lips of yours! Ohh God... I want your fucking lips all on my pussy!" Curtis's lower face disappeared down her vulva region. He hummed to himself while his lips and tongue burrowed in and out of her wet pussy, slurping over her cum juice like it was syrup. He paused to nibble on her clitoris while he invaded two of his fingers into her cunt, fucking her hard with them. Marie squirmed all over. Her body shook and responded in tandem with her cries until another searing orgasm came upon her. It was then her lover stood up from where he crouched at the edge of the bed; his licked cum juice off his lips. His hands undid his belt buckle followed by the buttons of his jeans and he pushed it down to reveal what she wanted the most. He came to the side of the bed where she was still moaning, recovering from the orgasm she'd just had. He came up on the bed, the head of his cock dangling a few inches from her face. He held her head up and she inched forward to lick her tongue on the leathery skin that was his prick. She gave the head a smooching kiss. It responded with a nod; her mouth came open and took him in. Curtis groaned though he kept on holding her head and even shoving it towards him, wanting her to take more of him with each withdrawal she made with her lips. Marie moaned in her throat while her lips slid to and fro of his cock, leaving a wet trail each time she withdrew. She inhaled the aroma of his balls as she dipped her head to play with them in her mouth before returning to his prick-shaft. Her hand went back to rubbing her pussy. Curtis leaned over her and replaced her hand with his. Her hips bucked up and down as two of his fingers slipped into her pubescence. The sound of her moaning voice squealed when he inserted a third finger into her anal hole while still keeping the other two in her snatch. Curtis came over her face, shoving his cock down her mouth while he went on eating her pussy, wrapping his hands underneath her ass cheeks. He pulled himself off from her a minute later. Marie thought he was going to come on top of her, but Curtis had other plans. He pushed her to lie face down on the bed, her legs spread apart, and came between them. The tip of his cock found the entrance to her pussy like a searchlight and he muttered a grunt as he thrust it into her. Marie pressed her face down on the pillow, squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as she felt his shaft fill her up like before. Curtis leaned over her back and kissed her ear. "I'm going to go hard with you this time," he muttered. Marie was about asking what he meant but the thought of that vanished from her mind seconds later when he began his onslaught. His hands grabbed hold of her waistline and pulled her up to her arms and knees, and began hammering her hard. Marie's cries rose higher and her hands dragged the bed sheets with her. Every part of her body quivered from the pounding she was getting. "Oh God! Ohh fuck!" she panted. "Fuck me! Fuck me, babe!" Her cries went into overdrive as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face backwards while not losing momentum. His hips slapped against her ass cheeks faster than she could count. His breath sounded like a lecherous bull doing work. He sat on his lower legs pulling her against him. His arms wrapped around her tits, he turned her face towards his and gripped her lips in a frenzied kiss as she in return ground her ass down on his cock. A moment later he slowed down his tempo, still holding her body against his. Both of them panting and gasping almost simultaneously. Her pussy still housed his cock and it felt like a hot lead pipe inside her. Finally he released her and she sighed when his cock slipped out of her as she fell on the bed, still breathing heavily. He brought her legs over his shoulders and this time he took her hand to where his prick lay. It was hot and wet in her hand as she stroked it. "Where do you want it to go?" he demanded. "I want it inside me," she answered. He shook his head at her. "That's not the right answer. I ask again, where do you want it to go?" "In my... in my pussy," she said with determination. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm very sure!" her voice and her eyes yearned with unbridled passion. "Why don't you be a good woman and take it there." She brought the head of his cock to the wet doorway of her pussy and like that guided it inside. Curtis gave it good thrust and Marie gulped in air as once again he filled her womb to the brim. Curtis grabbed one of her legs with both arms and shoved his cock all the way to the hilt inside her. His tempo quickened and seconds later she was back to crying out loud from the rapid thrusts he was giving her. His muscles stood out on his arms and sweat dripped down his face all the way down his torso. In May Came Summer Ch. 02 "This is some lovely pussy you have here," he slapped the side of her ass. Marie yelped from it. It exhilarated her and she told him to do it again, which he did. "You love this pussy, babe?" she spat the question at him. "Oh hell yeah!" he grunted with each thrust he slammed into her. "I fucking love it!" "Then take it, darling! TAKE IT!" Curtis rested upon her, covering her body with his. He grabbed her face and thrust his tongue into her mouth while his buttocks rose and fell upon her. Marie wrapped her legs in a bow over his thighs and held onto him when a third orgasm seared through her. Curtis too felt the moment coming upon him, and just before then he pulled himself up with his cock in hand and splashed his cum between her legs. Marie took some of it in her hand and licked it off, loving the taste. He fell to the bed beside her. She got up and switched off the bedroom light before coming to join him. She unfurled a blanket and draped it over themselves, wrapping a leg across his body, with her arms around him. Their lips found each other in the dark. "Do you think he would mind right now?" he asked her. He meant her husband, she knew. "Right now, I don't know and I don't care. But I know I would." The rain continued to fall down on the earth. 8. I came by my Aunt's home a weekend later and realized just about everything about her had changed. The changes had begun the minute Curtis arrived at her front doorstep, yes, but it was nothing significant to what she now was. Gone was the dull, dowdy look that had permeated her features much of the day. Even the house no longer bore the listless, claustrophobic look that had surrounded it months ago. Back then it was as if the windows and doors had been boarded up and the inhabitants had gone on a year's vacation. Now the windows and doors were all open what flew inside were chirping birds and cool summer winds, pulling along butterflies and green leaves on its back. So shocked and surprised was I, I had to step outside to look about the neighborhood, just to check if I was on the right street. I hadn't told my aunt of my coming, wanting to surprise her, I guess. Her car was parked in the driveway, so I knew she was in. I had my own set of key to the house and easily let myself in. I planned on bringing my girlfriend Angie over later in the day. She lived a couple of blocks from my aunt's home. I much preferred the privacy of bringing her here than taking her to my home where my parents would ogle her all the time. I just wanted to burn time for like an hour before I borrowed my aunt's car and went to fetch her. Aunt Marie didn't go out much during the weekend and I knew it would be a cinch getting the car from her. I entered the house through the back door, letting myself in quietly, not knowing if she was upstairs sleeping, and if she was, I didn't want to disturb her. I went to open the fridge but stopped when I thought I heard noises coming from inside the house. It sounded like grunting noises... and someone moaning too. It was the kind of sound that's easy to know and sweet to the ears. I went to look out the passage and knew it was coming from the living room. I went in that direction and had to pull myself back in time as I noticed a pair making love on the sofa. There was a couch by the wall beside the corridor from where I hid. Acting like a thief, I fell to the ground and inched forward, stuck my head out the side of the couch to watch my aunt and Curtis fucking. He sat back on the sofa, lounging like he was lord of the house while my aunt straddled him. I could make out his black cock impale her between her ass cheeks as she rose and fell on him, her hair scattered around her shoulders. She was humping him like crazy, crying out happily while she did. I watched her lean forward, run her hands over his head and shoulders, both of them sharing a kiss, while she kept on riding him. This was unlike anything I'd expected to find my aunt indulging in. I felt like cursed Pepping Tom as I lay there on the floor watching them fuck... yet that was what I was doing. And to my amazement, I discovered that I was getting erect from watching them! My aunt mouthed off foul words I never before then thought I'd ever heard come from her mouth. It was exciting and exhilarating I tell you, lying there listening to her order her lover/tenant to fuck her, fuck her hard. My cock was rock hard and pushing against the side of my boxers inside my jeans, making me uncomfortable. I squeezed my hand through the top of my jeans and pulled my cock to lie straight. I was afraid of making any noise to alert them—I tried my best to remain still while she kept grinding her ass over Curtis's balls. I pulled my head back sharply when he held her tight and got up to his feet, nearly thinking I'd been caught. He held her in the air while still fucking her, heaving her up and down on his thick shaft, then he turned around and dropped her down on the sofa. She held her legs open for him and I got a nice view of her pussy before he came down on her. "FUCK ME, DARLING! FUCK ME HARD!" my aunt pleaded with her legs sticking up in the air. "GIMME ALL OF THAT BLACK COCK!" Curtis gave my aunt just what she wanted. He did push-ups over her: his ass muscles contracted as he hammered down into my aunt's pussy, fucker her harder than even I thought he was going to hurt her. Yet through her cries, my aunt kept begging him for more. The back of the sofa hit against the wall each time he thrust down in her. The picture of what they were doing etched in my mind some minutes later when I crawled away from the corridor back to the kitchen. I tip-toed out of the kitchen, careful not to bump into anything, and slipped out the backdoor into the yard. I went into a corner of rosebushes that divided my aunt's home from her neighbor's. Though I was hidden from view, I looked around first, making sure I was along completely. My hands worked frantically to release my belt buckle, followed by the buttons of my jeans. My cock was screaming to be let loose by the time I pushed my jeans down my thighs and whipped the sucker out of my boxer shorts. Pre-cum was already pouring out the slit hole when I wrapped my fingers around my shaft. I shut my eyes and brought back the images of my aunt getting dutifully fucked by Curtis and my hand did its work stroking away. I imagined that I was still watching them while I jerked myself off. I wanted to make myself cum when they had theirs too. I didn't realize that I was gasping to myself as my trigger approached the firing pin. The picture of both of them appeared vivid before my eyes. I muttered a sighing groan when seconds later I off-loaded my burden onto the grass that lay close to my feet. I was still jerking further spurts off my cock when a wave of euphoria washed over me, blessing my arms with goosebumbs. It felt terrific! Unlike anything I'd ever done. I stood there amidst the rosebushes, getting myself back together, waiting to see I hadn't been found out. A minute later I dressed myself back then approached the kitchen once again tentatively. There wasn't any sound coming from inside anymore. I approached the corridor on quiet feet and peeked in the living room. Nobody was there. Then there came further noise from upstairs and I knew where they'd relocated to. That sat better with me. Though the odor in the room told me enough fucking had been going on before I arrived. As I couldn't get the car keys while my aunt was busy upstairs getting her fuck on, I went out the house to go kill some time with my friend, Daniel. Daniel wasn't at home when I got to his place. I groaned inward, not knowing what else to do. I decided to take a walk around the block. There was a softball game going on in a park not far from my aunt's home. I went and joined the light crowd that was there, bought some popcorn and tried not to think about Curtis and my aunt fucking. As I watched the game, it then occurred to me that Curtis hadn't been wearing a condom while he screwed my aunt. The fear came to my mind then. What if he got her pregnant? In May Came Summer Ch. 03 The softball game was over and I returned to my Aunt's home, hopping their sex bout would be over by then. It was, thank God. Aunt Marie was tending to her flower pots in front of her porch, wearing jeans shorts and a summer shirt tied to her mid-rib with her hair tied in a ponytail, looking like something out of a Cosmo mag. She turned to look at me when I came up on the driveway. "Hiya Jer," she grinned at me as I came over and gave her a hug. "How're things with your folks back home?" "Everything's fine, Aunt. You're looking good yourself," I admired her. "I'm trying my best, honey. Did you go to check on your friend, David?" "Yeah, I did. Though didn't meet him at home. How's Curtis doing, by the way?" She indicated her head upstairs. "You'll have to go in and find out." She resumed tending to her flowers. If I'd thought she was going to give out any outward signal regarding her relationship with him, I was mistaken. I went into the house and up the stairs to knock on Curtis's door. He told me to come in. I opened the door and there he was putting on a jacket and checking himself out in a wall mirror. He turned to me and smiled. "Jerry, my man! How're you doing?" he leaned forward and shook my hand. "Never knew you were coming around today." "I know. I should have called. You look like you're about stepping out." "Just going for a little walk, that's all. I need to clear my head on some things." There was a solemn coolness about him that my sixth sense told me wasn't right. Curtis always was a jovial type of person. The kind of guy who'd break out a laugh no matter how gloomy the day has been. Right now I just wasn't feeling his vibe; I sensed that something was eating at his mind. His hands slapped his jeans' pockets till he found what he was looking for—his wallet. He went about the room opening and closing his desk drawers, searching through the scattered papers on top of it beside his laptop. Not knowing whatever he was looking for, I stood there watching him. He swore to himself as he went on searching but soon found it and dropped it into his jean's back pocket. "I need to get out of here for a moment," he muttered to himself while his eyes scanned the room. "Want me to come join you?" It was a spur of the moment question. He stopped roaming his eyes around and looked at me. He seemed indecisive about the question and in the end shook his head. I moved aside for him to step out the room and close the door, turning in the lock. He walked down the stairs while I followed a couple of steps behind. We got down to the landing and there was my Aunt seated in the living room watching a TV program, though her eyes weren't actually on the program but rather at Curtis. He looked at her pensively then turned in the direction of the front door. He murmured something behind his back about seeing me later seconds before he opened the door then walked out. My Aunt turned her face away from me and went back to watching the program on TV, though not for long. "Aunt Marie, what's up?" She made like she didn't hear me. Instead she switched off the TV and walked past me towards the kitchen. I thought of following her but reckoned she wouldn't have wanted that. Something was wrong here, I said to myself. I couldn't believe that within the space of the hour and some minutes since I stopped spying on them that they'd gone from making love to now being distant to each other. "I'll be back, Aunt," I said to her before rushing for the door. 9. Evening was fast approaching. Curtis had a hand stuck in his jacket pocket and had walked halfway down the block when he turned and went into a bar. I stopped across the street, baffled by everything that was happening, not knowing if I should stick my nose into their business or not. The wise decision would have been not to. They were both adults, and whatever issues they've got I reckoned would be best solves between them. That would have been the preferred decision ... except this was my Aunt I was talking about. She'd been through enough hell in her life. Seeing her happy was something I've very much love to see progress. I crossed the street and went into the bar. The bar's name was the Rolling Vine, and though I hadn't yet drunk there, David and I had sneaked off drinks and bought pot from one of the bartenders numerous times. The interior of the place was dark and gloomy; the lights inside were a mixture of purple and blue. Jazz music came out of hidden wall speakers. There were few patrons in the bar, most of them seated on tables farther from the counter which was where Curtis was at. He had a beer in his hand, sipping from it nonchalantly. I approached him and drew the stool beside his. He turned to look at me, unsurprised that I was there. "Hey there, Jerry. What gives?" "You know what gives, Curtis. What's up with you and my Aunt?" "Whatever made you think whatever's on my mind has got anything to do with me and her?" "For one thing I've never seen her with a long face with you around except a few minutes ago. She's in love with you, that's what," I blurted, not wanting to hide my feelings. "She's in love with you, and you just don't want to handle it." "Your Aunt's my landlady, Jerry," he said stubbornly. "This isn't exactly something someone of your age would understand." "That still doesn't hide the fact that you and her are sleeping with each other." These words seemed to sting him. He turned from his beer to look at me seriously. "I came by the house earlier on. I saw the two of you making out in the living room." I thought he was going to explode on me: turn to face me and then maybe throw a sock at me. I would have understood if he did. Really I was expecting it, now that I'd let the cat out of the bag. But instead of that he held me with those sharp eyes of his, then he broke into laughter. "Congratulations, kid. Always thought we'd make enough noise to interest the neighbours. How well did we perform?" "Don't bother asking me that." "Come on, humour me just this once." "Alright. On a scale of one to ten, I'd give you both an even ten." His next burst of laughter reverberated around the room, making some of the patron's heads turn towards our direction, ogling us quizzically before returning to whatever state of mind they were before. Curtis was still fighting back his laughs while he guzzled his beer. "That's pretty good of you, Jerry. Though I hope you're going to keep that detail of what you saw under your hat and not share it around." "I wouldn't even dream of it," I replied. "But there's something going on between the both of you right now. I don't know what it is as neither her nor you have clued me in. I know one thing though, my Aunt's never been this alive prior to your being with her. I just don't want you to make her return to her former self. I'll leave you alone now." I was about climbing off the stool when his hand caught mine and he told me to remain. "Something did happen, but it wasn't like what you think." He struggled with his next couple of words. He looked around, making sure no one was within hearing range before leaning closer to me and whispering: "Your Aunt wants to get pregnant." And just like that it issued off his lips. The one pressing thought I'd had earlier on. It was kind of like Déjà vu, and instead of me looking surprised, all that echoed in my thoughts was a knowing premonition of inevitability about to happen. Still I wanted to know how the topic came about. "Did she... bring it up with you?" He nodded. "After we'd finished making love. She said it's something that she'd been wanting to speak with me about but was kind of afraid, thinking it might freak me out, sort of. She'd told me a lot about her late husband, but... when we were done, before she brought up the subject, she told me an even personal secret. She said he shot blanks." My brow knotted in a frown. "Pardon me?" "Blanks, kid," he said with near irritation. "Means that your late uncle's seed couldn't do anything inside her. You get it now?" "Yeah, I get you. And that's what she wants from you, right?" "You're smarter than I thought you were," he smirked. "Of course that's what she wants. All this time I never came..." he stopped to look around again, lowering his voice once more. "I never ejaculated inside her all this time. But now she wants me to. Apparently she's about stepping into her heat period." Either he was afraid, or I wasn't getting his reason for being so tightly wound up. "So what?" He looked at me as if I were senile. "So what?" he asked incredulously. "So what, you say? Kid, haven't you been listening to all what I've just said." "I have been, yes. It's what she wants, to have a baby, and seems she wants you to seed her. I get that part." "Apparently you're not looking at it all the way. I'm not ready to become a father, Jerry. No way am I doing that." I took a moment to analyse things before speaking: "Is that what you think she's asking of you?" "I don't know, and I don't want to know. Shit! I never should have let any of this happen the way it's happened. Emotional women of often hard to deal with." His words were of frustration and anger directed at himself. In such a matter I didn't know what to say or react. It was almost like being back in time around when my Aunt was still dealing with the tragedy of having lost her man. Words couldn't stem back the pain or sugar-coat it like a wound no matter how well one tried. "What did you say to her?" I asked. He shrugged with a sad look on his face. "What else could I do: I told her I'd think about it. So right now I'm sitting here with a beer in my hand still thinking about it before you showed up like a cowboy with guns blazing." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. If there's anything I can do to help..." He turned to me again. "How about I throw a question at you. You ready?" "Sure. Fire away." "Let's say I got your Aunt pregnant. How would you feel about it?" Such a question ought to have taken me some time to think the answer through. Except it came to me rather quickly. "I'm not going to lie: the thought of that scares me." "What part of it scares you, kid? That she's getting pregnated by a black man who's probably going to give her a black baby? Or that I'm just going to cum inside her and get her pregnant and then walk away into the sunset." I weighted the question. "I think both," I honestly answered. He smiled at this, taking his beer to his lips again. "I thought so. Don't sweat it though; if I were you I too would be scared than a motherfucker. This ain't the sort of thing you'd hear someone talking about." "You're a good man, Curtis. And it's got nothing to do with you being black, and right now, I don't care what others might think." "Thanks for those warm words, Jerry. I feel comforted by them." "Anytime," I replied. "So, what're you going to do about it?" He was silent for a moment, then: "I don't know. I'll tell you the truth, for me at first it was just sex. But then she told me about her former man, and ... I felt kind of touched the way she opened up about him. Then this afternoon when she brought up the favour about wanting a baby ... I got scared." He turned and looked at me earnestly. "Not scared that I can't do it, kid. Just scared that I'm falling for your Aunt already and the last thing I ever want to do is break her heart and run away with the pieces." "Then don't break her heart," I pressured him. "This is something she's been wanting a long time. You love her, and I know she feels the same." "So, you're saying I should do it?" "I'm saying listen to that voice in you. The one that's telling you to do what's right." "That sounds pretty corny, Jerry. What, have you been watching too much 'Sounds of Music' or Oprah re-runs lately?" I smiled, bemused. "It's corny, I know that. But most times it's the best." I looked at my watch, realized it was time I made my way to my girl's place before it got any late than it already was. "Look, I've got to go. Hope my words help you make your mind." "I can't say if they did, but it was nice talking to you rather than just my beer bottle. I'll be seeing you around." We shook hands. "Likewise," I said before turning around and making my leave. 10. Much of what happened afterwards I got to find out later from Curtis and my Aunt. Though neither of them revealed the details of this story wholeheartedly to me; but they're sufficiently close to the heart of the romance that's brought them to the present. Marcus remained in the bar another thirty minutes or thereabouts after I'd left him. He had himself another beer, still brooding over all what he and I had talked about, before draining his beer and making his leave. Outside the sky had turned deep blue. The wind blew against him as he walked unhurriedly back to the house where he lodged. Back to the woman whose thoughts weighted seriously on his mind. She was waiting for him on her front porch, leaning her chin upon her fist. Her face looked up when she observed him walking into her driveway, and she got up from where she sat and approached him. A worried look was on her face. Such a fragile creature she was to the pressing emotions that were right now upon her. "Curtis, I'm sorry—" He stopped her by placing a finger to her lips. "Nothing to be sorry about, babe. I guess I'm coming to realise how much love I'm having for you." "Please don't say that," she turned her face away from his. Her voice trembled with anguish. "Don't say that if you really don't mean it." "I really ought not be saying it," he said to her, his hand pushing her face back to his. "Except I really do mean it, Marie. I want you to have that which you've always wanted to have. I'm sorry about the way I freaked out on you earlier on. Just that ... I'm new to this stuff. I never expected it would happen to me like this." "You're not alone in that aspect," she murmured. Their hands wrapped around each other's and she led him into the house. "I prepared something special for you," she told him with a smile as he stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. ------ Aunt Marie fed him, and when he was done eating, led him upstairs and told him to step out of his clothes. Curtis obeyed. His cock stood at attention before him. Her eyes lusted over his body, especially on this marvellous appendage of his, but she fought to control herself. Her pussy, her lips, every aspect of her body wanted a taste—a feel—of that massive cock of his. But first, she too stripped off her clothes then taking his hand again, led him into the bathroom. She adjusted the water to warm and brought Curtis under it and taking the sponge, she lathered every inch of his frame with soap and washed him clean. Curtis leaned forward against the tiled walls while water sprayed down over his back. He murmured a groan as Marie applied the sponge to his sac of balls, then reached around to scrub the underside of his buttocks. As water washed the soap suds away from him, he felt her lips kiss the underside of his thighs. Water fell over her face while she did. Her lips rode up his thighs as her hands caressed his lower leg. She kissed the curved roundness of his buttocks, and brought her hands up to fondle his balls in-between; she loved the way his muscles tightened as she tugged on his testicles. She came up his waistline, rubbing her hands over his backside. The look and texture of his dark skin contrast against her white hands. It excited her so much. Curtis turned around and they shared a kiss. Taking the sponge from her hand, he pressed her face against the wall and applied the same trick on her. His hands caressed her body with the sponge with such gentleness, Marie felt like she was being transported to another realm. He spent more time rubbing his fingers between the soft openings of her pussy, making her gasp and squirm under his grasp. Marie bit on her lips, unable to fight off the sighing moan she released. Her wetness had become one with the warm water sliding down her backside, running rivulets against her thighs. Curtis kissed her ass cheeks, pressed his nose between her ass cheek's dividing and slurped his tongue upwards. Marie's legs quivered with excitement. Her moans grew louder. Curtis came up and turned her around. The kiss they shared was long and cherishing. Her arms wrapped around his neck refused to let go. Her body pressed against his, the feel of his prick dangled between her legs. Curtis turned off the water and they remained like that for a while, letting off steam, before finally stepping out of the shower stall. They dried themselves together with a towel. Returning the towel back on its rack, Curtis scooped her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. Curtis lifted her lower body off the bed and pressed his lips to her pussy's entrance, inhaling first her sweet, nectar fragrance—the sweetest fragrance God ever created—before intruding his tongue into her moistness. Marie raised herself from the bed with her arms wedged under her head like an acrobat about to make a back-flip, pushing her vulva towards her lover's face. Her lips squealed with wanton delight at the effect he was unleashing on her. Curtis brought his hands under her ass cheeks and held her like a platter before his face as he went on munching on her cunt. Marie's cries permeated the room. "AWWWW... UHHHGGGG... SHIT! OHH FUCK!" Her cries were sweet music in his ears. He kept on slurping his lips and tongue on her clit and pussy, dug his fingers into her and licked up her juice as an orgasm tore through her inner self. He lowered her back, gasping as if she were short of breath. She attempted to get up, to do the same to his cock, but Curtis pushed her to lie back on the bed. "We're not going to need any of that for now," he said to her as he brought himself over her. Marie's hand grasped his cock and fixed the thick round head between her pussy lips and guided him into her love box. Her head fell back as he thrust inch after inch inside her. In time, his hips began moving in tandem with hers, filling her pussy with his shaft, all the way towards her womb. Marie dug her nails into his buttocks, urging him on. "Oh Jesus, fuck me!" she moaned into his ear. "Fuck me, darling! Gimme all your cum this time! Give it all to me!" Curtis pounded her pussy with all the fury his could summon. Marie bucked her body simultaneously with his. Her thoughts lost to the overriding sensation of joy and ecstasy flooding every nerve and artery of her body. Curtis's hands slipped under her backside, grasping her ass cheeks and crashing his body hard against hers. Marie's legs crossed over each other over his back. Curtis raised himself on his arms, every muscle and fibre of his body taut and working into overtime towards fulfilment. Marie brought her hands to his face and kissed his lips frantically. They held each other in their gaze. "Curtis Pryor, I love you!" she moaned. "I love you so fucking much!" "I love you too, Marie Rossi," he grunted. He turned over onto his back and she mounted him, riding him harder than she'd ever done. Their hips clashed and slapped against each other with demented fury. Her hair flew in every direction. The room no longer existed for her. All she saw was her lover and the heavenly clouds they were both climbing. Curtis pulled her down towards him while her ass kept on riding him back and forth. He slipped a finger into her rectum and finger-fucked her asshole, bringing her to another surprising orgasm. Curtis felt his balls enlarging and just when the moment arrived, he held his woman with both arms around her back and groaned abruptly as he unloaded spurting torrents of cum deep inside her. Marie gave a momentous cry as she felt his river of cum flood her womb. Her body inevitably relaxed and she fell onto him. In May Came Summer Ch. 03 The night came and they slept in each other's arms. Probably that night they dreamt of a future of which they were no longer afraid of. At least that's what I imagine. ------ It was the start of something beautiful. Marie entered her heat period and all through those days they spent much of their hours together fucking. Marie would head off for work, all that circulated in her mind was returning home to be in her lover's arms. Her co-workers saw her happy look and they too were happy for her. That happiness reached new-found heights when two months later Marie returned from work gushing with rapturous joy. Curtis and I had gone to a nearby supermarket to get some stuff for the house. We returned minutes later and Aunt Marie practically jumped on Curtis, letting some of the items in his hand fall to the floor, and plastered his face with kisses. I stood there blushing with shame at seeing the two of them making out before my eyes. Though I still recalled the first time, but that was accidental. The memory of that afternoon always replayed in my mind whenever I made love to my girlfriend. It was my private aphrodisiac. Finally Curtis held her off and was about asking the same question I too wanted to enquire—What gives, Aunt? Except she beat us to the punch. "I'M PREGNANT!" A second or two passed. Neither I nor Curtis said anything. Then the moment passed and both of us shot our fists into the air and whooped. "You're serious?" Curtis asked with amazement in his eyes, his hands around my Aunt's waistline. She nodded, still smiling with fervour. Her eyes glimmered excitedly at both of us. "I checked it the day before then booked an appointment with my gynecologist this afternoon. He too cleared it for me. I'm going to be a mother!" "Oh my God!" Curtis moaned, pulled Aunt Marie into his embrace. "I love you, Marie." "I love you too, Curtis." Tears poured from her eyes. "Thank you so much for this gift." I ran home to break the news to my folks. They too were speechless. They'd already met with Curtis and both of them approved of him. Three months later, while my Aunt was now sporting a bulging tummy, she and Curtis got married. I acted as his Best Man. Six months later Aunt Marie gave birth to a boy. They named him Richard.