3 comments/ 4473 views/ 1 favorites Honey, I'm Home! Ch. 02 By: Honey, I'm Home! Ch. 02 He cupped her sex in his big hand. "Hmmm-mmmm..." he grumbled. "Too bad us soul-brothers don't never eat that salty-tastin' stuff. 'Cuz you know I could just about use me a snack right now." "'Snack,' or 'snatch?'" Lisa giggled. "Could be one and the same," Zach grinned, exposing dazzling white teeth. He slipped a mighty finger behind the crotch-piece of her thong. "Somebody better gobble this thang before it gets cold." "God, Zach!" Lisa gasped as his fingertip touched her clit. "No danger of it getting cold with you around! Now behave, or we'll both end up in the hospital." Zach settled back. His hand rested on a safer place farther down her thigh. Lisa tugged at her skirt, trying to at least cover her pussy. It was kind of a thrill to know that passing truck drivers could see up her skirt sometimes, but right now all she wanted was to get Zach into her apartment and out of his clothes. She edged into the HOV lane and put the pedal to the metal. The VW's overworked lawnmower engine gradually urged the car up to and beyond the posted speed limit. She began to pass other cars, weaving in and out of traffic as usual. It really is an emergency, she told herself. If my pussy doesn't get some personal attention soon, I'm going to lose my mind, and that would be a public safety hazard. The magnitude of her own frantic lust somewhat surprised Lisa. It was as if she had walked through the desert for seven days without a sip of water and just spotted Oasis Zachary. Images of Randall's miniature cock spurting in her hand came unbidden to her mind. It had been strangely exciting then, in a nasty sort of way, and more so now, for some perverse reason. To be honest, she had, for an instant, felt an impulse to take his little thing in her mouth as he groaned through the last of his orgasm. God, I'm such a slut, she thought. How could I get turned on by that? How could I even think about that? Blue lights flashing in the rear view mirror interrupted her reverie. "Fuck!" she screamed, decelerating and stopping in the break-down lane. "Goddam useless asshole motherfuckers!" "Be cool, babe," Zach said, removing his hand from her thigh. "Just take the ticket and forget it. No way to win with these assholes. And plenty of ways to lose." She fumed as the CHP bull swaggered to her car door. "License and registration," he said in a bored voice. His wide mirrored sunglasses revealed nothing. Lisa picked through her wallet and handed him her driver's license and pink slip, plus her insurance card. She batted her eyes innocently. "Did I do something wrong?" she squeaked tremulously. "92 in a 75," he said, his pen scratching on his clipboard. "Oh, my! I didn't know this little old thing would go that fast! But it is kind of an emergency... I have to get this young man to UCLA for an important news conference. And I think we're a tiny bit late already..." He hesitated, looking down at the low-cut neckline of her sun dress. Lisa thrust our her chest to give him a better view. He looked at Zach from behind his glinting sunglasses. "You got ID?" Zach handed him his student card and the cop squinted at it. "Zach Washington? Well, hot damn! You guys got your ass kicked Saturday." "Yassuh," Zach said humbly. "We sho-nuff did do that." "I lost ten bucks on that game. Ought to write you both up just for that." "Ah purely hates to hear that, Off'suh," Zach drawled. "Makes me feel 'sponsible, since I done dropped that pass and all." He withdrew a pair of folded tickets from his wallet and extended them to the cop. "Got me a couple extry tickets for the next home game here. Don't rightly know what to do with 'em." The cop snatched the tickets and put his pen away. "Just slow down and get there safe," he said as he walked back to his vehicle. Lisa cautiously pulled back out into traffic. "Asshole," she muttered. Zach shrugged and idly stroked her thigh again, his hand brushing against her wet panties. "Traded a ticket for a ticket. Seems fair." "Good one, Zach. But you know, it's my job to weasel out of traffic tickets, not yours. And the field-hand accent is kind of over the top, isn't it?" "Whitey love to see us coloreds knows our place," Zach said. "Now drive, woman. But hold the speed down or we never gonna get there." When they pulled into the parking lot at Lisa's apartment building her heart was banging like a trip-hammer. Inside, she slammed the door and flung herself into his heavily muscled arms. He lifted her for a kiss and she bit his lower lip. He crushed her against himself and groaned. "Don't mess with me, Zach," she warned him. "I want you now, hard and fast." He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. "'Hard' I can manage. But 'fast' ain't my style." He tossed her onto the bed but she was up on her knees in an instant, tearing at his shirt and kissing him hungrily. "What's got into you, babe?" He unbuckled the belt of his jeans. "Never seen you so hot before." "Liar. You've never seen me anything but hot." She gave up on the buttons and ripped his shirt open, sucking one of his black nipples into her mouth, digging her fingernails into his sculpted pectoral muscles. He pushed his jeans and underwear down his slender hips and his wonderful thick cock sprang free. She seized it and opened her mouth wide to claim the spongy purple head. The delicious musky taste of him filled her sinuses as she sucked greedily. "Good gawd, woman! Slow down, or it'll be over before I even get my drawers off!" He stumbled as he tried to free himself from his pants. His formidable cock popped out of Lisa's mouth. She whined with frustration and tried to pull his hips back to her face but he pushed her away. "Let's just see what's under the pretty little dress," he rasped. Together they struggled to pull the thin cotton garment off over her head. She unhooked her bra with trembling fingers and shrugged it off, then pushed her wet thong down to her trembling knees. He laid her back against the pillows and yanked her panties free. "Holy Mother of Christ," he hissed between clenched teeth. "If it ain't an angel fell from heaven above. Just let me look at you, precious." Lisa gathered her long hair into a thick tail and parted her slender thighs enticingly. "Fuck me now, Zach!" she begged. "I need you inside me." Her pussy longed to be filled with his powerful staff. "Oh, maybe later," he grinned, climbing onto the bed to kneel between her legs. "I got to taste it and make sure it's good first." The bed-springs groaned in protest, but accepted his 280 pounds of muscle and bone and pulsating arteries. He lowered his face to her smooth, hairless mound and she willed herself to relax as his hot tongue parted her diminutive folds and teased her clitty. He wiggled the tip of it into her snatch and tasted her nectar. "Mmm, mmm, good," he mumbled against her. "Grape Nehi," she giggled, caressing his close-cropped, wiry hair. "What?" he thrust his tongue into her. "Tastes like hot vanilla ice cream to me. Needs a little chocolate sauce, though." "Never mind. I'll tell you later. Now please, please, fuck me, Zach! I can't wait any longer! Oh!" He lifted her slender hips with strong hands and sucked her protruding clit. She came hard, bucking against his face, but it wasn't nearly enough. She pulled her knees up to her shoulders and licked her lips with anticipation as he lined his long pole up with her flowing snatch. He pushed the head of it into her, watching her face carefully for signs of discomfort. "Give it all to me, Zach! She pleaded. "You won't break me. Just... do it!" "Don't rush me, babe," he said fondly. "This ain't my first rodeo." He gingerly fucked his thick cock into her by excruciatingly small increments until she could take no more. He held her for long moments while her pussy succumbed to his massive invasion — and then he began to slowly withdraw. She trembled, and lowered her knees, and sucked at his nipples until, with a groan, he thrust back into her tight velvet sheath. She cried out as he bumped her hard little cervix and she came again, shuddering and gasping. He began to fuck her in earnest with long, slow strokes. She whimpered with anticipation. She wanted to feel his hot load gush into her; longed for it; needed it. Hot and cold flashes tortured her slender body as his thrusting slowly accelerated, pushing them both closer to their summit. Time stood still and nothing existed other than the union of their slick bodies. When her excitement could no longer be denied, she crashed through the barrier. She banshee-wailed as her snatch cramped and convulsed around his massive prick. He continued to fuck her until with a bellow of triumph he pulled out of her as the first spurt of hot cum erupted from his cock and splattered against her chin. He pumped his meat with a huge fist. Thick ropes of hot cum surged across her firm breasts and flat belly. Before he was spent, he thrust back into her. Dizzily, she felt him emptying the rest of his essence into her contracting pussy. When they were both finished he gently withdrew his softening cock and lay down beside her. "Look what you did," she teased, massaging the slimy strings of creamy cum into her alabaster breasts. "No one could doubt that I have just now been truly and properly FUCKED." He moaned with satisfaction, covering his eyes with a massive forearm. "You keep talking like that and it's likely to happen again. Real soon now." "Is that a promise? Be careful, because I'll definitely hold you to it." She molded her body against him and rested her head on his broad shoulder. "You fucked my tight little pussy, Zach. And made me come THREE times. Now, aren't you ashamed of yourself?" "Yeah," Zach rumbled drowsily. "When I go to confession, I'll probably provoke the priest into committing the mortal sin of self-abuse. And when he asks me if I'm heartily sorry, I'll have to lie — and we'll both get an extra year in Purgatory." He held her close as he dozed off. She was sleepy, too. But other matters kept the relentless wheels of her mind spinning, planning, speculating, until she too slipped into dreamland. They made love again when they awoke two hours later — more gently this time. As they lay together enjoying the afterglow, Lisa asked hesitantly, "Are you ready for the surprise yet?' "Huh? I thought the surprise was that you were as horny as a panther in heat." "That shouldn't have been a surprise," she giggled. "You know how I get when I've been deprived." "Thought you were going to bite something off for a minute there." "I'm not that stupid. I like it right where it is now. Attached to my big strong lover." She wiggled her hips, feeling his softening cock still filling her sopping pussy as she lay on top of his magnificent body. "Sometimes I just wonder where this is going," Zach mused. "You and me... It's not a big deal on one of the most liberal college campuses in the world, but when we're out of school, then what?" "I thought it was the woman who was supposed to bring that up," Lisa smiled. "Didn't we agree just to enjoy each other for as long as it lasts and let tomorrow worry about itself?" "One of us agreed," Zach said darkly. "The other one was willing to say anything to keep on eating that sweet little pussy." "So what do you want, Zach? You want to get married? Because I'm so weak right now I might just agree to it. We can get dressed and go down to the courthouse—" "Come on, babe. You don't know what you'd be getting into. When I graduate I'm probably going to have to take a job as a social worker or parole officer in some place like Parchman or Yazoo City. And I'm telling you, black and white mix like oil and water down there. The Welcome Wagon folks would come to the door wearing sheets and pillowcases." "Well, my surprise might change all that," Lisa said, drawing a deep breath. "See, I met this guy—" "Motherfucker DEAD!" Zach growled. "Calm down. Not like that. He's this incredible doofus from the physics lab, some whack-a-doodle PhD who can memorize the phone book but can't tie his own shoes. So I guess he saw me at some boring faculty party, he says we were introduced but I can't remember, and yesterday he called me to come and interview him about this new invention he made." "'Course he did. He still daid." "Be nice. So he took me to his lab..." Lisa outlined the basics about Randall's invention and a brief explanation of her experience with multi-dimensional travel. She tactfully left out the ten-second hand job. "So the dude is still layin' out on the beach in prehistoric San Diego, waitin' for you to hop back and fuck him?" "Yeah, sort of. But I could hang here for a year and go back and he probably wouldn't even notice I had left, because for him it would have been only a second or two. I know it sounds crazy—" "Sounds exactly like a scam to me, babe," Randall growled. "You sure this asshole didn't slip you a tab of acid or something worse? Because this shit just doesn't add up." "I know how crazy it sounds. But I was there. And it was real. I don't expect you to believe it without seeing it. I wouldn't." "So say I buy the whole crazy deal. How is that going to change things for us? We going to go back 15,000 years so we can live in a place where they don't have the Klan yet?" "I guess we could. But don't you see... with this, our options are completely unlimited! Whoever has this machine can do absolutely anything they want! Stay here and be the richest people in the world, or go somewhere new and own it. I haven't even begun to realize the possibilities yet." "Huh. Got to be a catch somewhere." "I'm going to have to take you there before you'll see. That's ok." She eased herself off his limber dick and cupped a hand under her pussy to catch the last of his sticky offering. "Let's go take a shower. Then we'll go right over there and you can see for yourself." ******************* Lisa used Randall's keycard to get Zach and herself into the lab. All was as she had left it a few hours ago, and she went to the switch labeled "Main Power Supply" and lifted it into the "ON" position. Machinery started to hum and colored lights lit the consoles. When things seemed to have stabilized she beckoned to Zach. "Now we both have to stand on this red tile. Really close. Put your arms around me. No, not just my tits — my waist. Hold me close." Lisa pressed the large red button when they were in position. The machinery whined. Zach squinched his eyes closed. "We there yet?" "Hold on, now." Lisa lifted the red tab and they stepped out onto the sand of prehistoric San Diego. "HO-LEEE SHIT!" Zach exclaimed. "Exactly," Lisa said smugly. NEXT: If I had it to do all over again, I'd do it all over you.