2 comments/ 27897 views/ 9 favorites Hand-Me-Down By: humminglight12 Jill sat on the couch and watched as her parents bustled around, gathering up her older sister Becky's things for the trip to the airport. Her sister was on break and had come to stay at home for a few days. It had been a happy coincidence that Jill's 18th birthday was during this time. They hadn't gotten to celebrate her birthday together the previous year and it had practically ruined the day for her. "Becky, are you almost done? Your plane leaves in an hour." Her father yelled up the stairs. "Just about," a voice called back. "Can you tell Jill to come here? I want to give her something before we leave." Jill stood and headed upstairs. She had been worried yesterday when her sister never even mentioned a gift but it seemed her patience was being rewarded. Becky stood at the doorway to Jill's bedroom and beckoned her inside. She closed the door behind them. In her hands was a small wrapped box. "You didn't think I'd gotten you anything, did you?" She grinned and nodded. "I just figured you were too old to give me presents anymore." "I didn't really want to give it to you in front of Mom and Dad. Open it." Excited, Jill tore open the paper and pulled the lid off the box. A bright pink dildo peeked out at her. She gasped and blushed furiously. "What...?" An impish smile appeared on Becky's face. "It's one of my old dildos. I knew you didn't have one. What better time to give it to you than your 18th birthday?" Jill lifted the dildo from the box and held it delicately. It felt like it was made out of some kind of rubber. "It's one of your old ones? You mean you actually used this?" Her sister's eyes seemed to go distant. "Several times. To great effect." "Is it clean?" Becky nodded. "Of course. I washed it occasionally. Especially after I put it in my ass." "What?!" Jill gasped in shock and dropped the dildo. It bounced once before coming to a stop on the carpet. With a laugh, Becky bent over and picked it up. "I was kidding. I have another dildo I use for that." Jill's blush grew brighter at the thought of her sister sticking anything up her ass. "I don't think I have to explain how it works but I wanted to show you this." Becky twisted the base and the dildo began to vibrate gently. "It has four speeds. The last one in particular is quite enjoyable." Jill squirmed around in discomfort. Hurriedly, she grabbed the dildo and twisted it off. She put it back in the box and tucked it into her bedside table. "You've got to go or you'll miss your plane." They hugged briefly and Becky headed for the door. As she walked out of the room, she turned back and said, "Just don't chicken out and leave it in your drawer. Enjoy yourself." She nodded and followed her sister downstairs. Her parents gathered everything up and walked out to the driveway. Becky waved at Jill one last time as she got into the car. Jill stood in the living room, not sure what to do until her parents got home. Immediately, her thoughts went to her new toy upstairs. She shook her head and went in search of the book she was reading. A few minutes later, she was curled up in the recliner reading. It took her nearly half an hour for her to read five pages. Her mind kept drifting and her pussy had managed to become aroused simply from those thoughts she was having. It became unbearable. Finally, she threw the book down with a huff and hurried up to her room. She pulled the dildo from her desk drawer and just looked at it. It was about seven or eight inches long and a decent width. Quite imposing for her. Jill had never used anything other than her fingers on her pussy and this was several times larger. She began to itch in anticipation of the challenge. First, she picked up the dildo and felt it. The rubber was nice and smooth, without any blemishes or bubbles. It was very firm and rattled a little when she shook it. Probably the batteries. She twisted it between the various settings, shocked at how violent it got at its highest level. It shook her whole arm. Hastily, she turned it off. She supposed she shouldn't start with vibration. Her curiosity finally got the better of her. She leaned in close to the dildo and sniffed it. A slight plastic smell covered by some kind of cleaning agent. She sniffed again and smelled something that stood out, something familiar. Was it her sister's scent, barely clinging to her old toy? She couldn't help herself. Slowly, she opened up her mouth and took an inch inside. It tasted mostly like plastic but she thought there was a small taste of something intimately known. Jill often tasted herself and thought the flavor was similar. Her heart pounded faster and the heat in her lower belly flared up. It was most likely her imagination but she no longer cared. With a speed that she couldn't believe, Jill pulled off her clothes. Almost as an afterthought, she locked her bedroom door. Just in case. She lay down on the bed with a small smile. Her fingers drifted down her body to her pussy. The outer folds had already opened in anticipation and her clitoris was firmly at attention. She brushed it and hissed. Slowly, she pushed her index finger in as deep as she could. It sank in smoothly and her pussy had no objections to a second and third joining immediately after. She was the wettest she had ever been and felt adequately prepared. Before picking up the dildo, she took the time to clean her fingers diligently. The taste of her pussy just made her arousal heighten. She put the head of the dildo at the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed it in an inch. Her pussy's walls quickly moved aside to make room for the pleasurable intruder. The sensation made her whimper, both in pleasure and in pain. Over the next couple minutes, Jill slowly worked the dildo inside her pussy. It took several seconds to get used to each new inch. When she got about two-thirds of it inside, she stopped. This was plenty for her first time with the toy. She lay back and just focused on the sensation of her pussy gripped tightly around the rubber dildo. Every inch of the toy stimulated her insides when she made the slightest movement. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she pulled the dildo all the way out and gasped twice before pushing it back inside. It wasn't long before she was pumping it rapidly in and out of her pussy. A squelching noise soon filled the room as she got wetter and wetter. Her orgasm built quickly and wracked her body as she was thrusting the dildo back inside. The convulsions caused her to jerk the dildo the rest of the way into her body, sending her into a paroxysm of smaller orgasms that rolled her eyes back in her head. Finally, Jill realized she could move again. The dildo was still firmly in her pussy, held immobile by her tight crevasse. She lay there and breathed heavily for a few moments, unable to do anything else. As she did, she realized that she was still horny. Maybe it was time to try out the other feature of her new toy. Gently, she reached down and twisted the dildo's base one click. A small series of vibrations rippled through her pussy, not unlike those she had just had. It didn't do much more than tickle. Another click didn't do it either. It wasn't until the third setting that she was truly happy. She was content to just lay back and enjoy the vibrations for awhile. It wasn't going to make her cum without further stimulation but it felt very nice. Each surge from the dildo seemed to travel all the way up her body and back to her pussy. When she couldn't handle the teasing anymore, she started to rub her clit. The vibrations didn't quite make it there from inside her pussy and it was aching for some attention. The beginnings of another orgasm started to build within her. She wanted to try one more thing first. With a cry of longing, Jill pulled the dildo out of her pussy. Immediately, it begged her to put the toy back. She halfheartedly cursed her sister for not giving her another dildo so she wouldn't have to make such a difficult choice. Flipping the dildo's vibration setting to maximum, she hastily touched the vibrating toy to her clit. The sensations were unlike anything she had ever felt before and it made her choke out small breaths of pure bliss. It didn't take much of this stimulation to trigger another orgasm. Her hand managed to keep the dildo steady on her clit through several waves of pleasure before it finally slipped from her hand. It lay there vibrating against her leg as she nearly blacked out in ecstasy. Through a haze, Jill came back to reality. Her hand fumbled at the dildo. She turned it off and laid it on her chest. It glistened with her juices. The room smelled heavily of her musk and brought a smile to her face. She took the dildo and licked it clean, not missing a drop. By the time she was done, her pussy already felt aroused again. She grinned at her new toy. "I think we'll be great friends." Hand Me Downs I guess I should have expected that it wouldn't go well. I mean who was I kidding? Even I couldn't believe the way that things turned out. But God damn it this was supposed to be a wedding. It should have been a happy and somber occasion, not a fucking bar brawl. Okay, I can sense your confusion, so let me back up just a bit. My name is Dalton Jones. I'm reasonably good looking, not heart-stopping but I get the job done. I'm tall and well built, and at 27 years old, I've got a great job and the world on a string. For the past 5 years I've been dating a woman named Heather Benson. Heather is, I must admit, really pretty. She's slim, with small, but pert breasts, long legs and a tight little ass. She has blond hair, incredible green/grey eyes and pouting lips that just beg to be kissed. I met Heather at my graduation ceremony from college. She was my best friend's girlfriend's best friend. Steve's girl Kelly, had come to our graduation, to see Steve graduate. She had dragged Heather along, and when we met, I was smitten. We started dating and she quickly assumed control in the relationship. The woman had me so busy running and getting things for her and taking her to places that I had no interest in, that if I had just once stopped to look at us from the outside, I'd have seem how poisonous she was. Nature has a way sometimes of making the most lethal flowers, the most beautiful. Almost from the start, everyone concerned knew that we'd eventually get married. We looked great together, we enjoyed the time we spent together or so I thought, and we even got along with each other's families. Our sex life was great, and Heather always told me when we'd been apart for awhile that I was simply the best lover she'd ever had. We'd both been around the block a few times before getting together, and neither of us held it against the other since this wasn't medieval times and it was expected now, that both parties would come into a relationship with some experience. Even so, a lot of people were wondering, including Heather's mom and dad, what was taking us so long to get hitched and start producing offspring, aka grand-brats. It wasn't me, it was Heather. She wanted to be sure that we'd be financially and emotionally secure before we tied that final knot. She said that she'd been in a couple of close relationships that had either fizzled, or ended in disaster. She wanted to be sure. And I respected that, since I had no other choice. One of the peculiar things about our relationship was that it was extremely off and on. Heather would sometimes get angry and break up with me for what seemed like the most trivial reasons. We'd be apart for a week or sometimes two and then she'd come back to me. She'd be very apologetic and tell me how much she missed me, and that she'd never do it again. So back in early February, I got a call from Heather's mom. She'd had some new furniture delivered and with Heather's Dad out of town on business, I was the man of the house. The furniture guys could only deliver the furniture, they weren't allowed for some reason to arrange it in the house. I really believed that it was just a scam to get more money, but whatever. I loved Heather's parents as if they were my own, so spending an hour or so helping her mom move a couple of tables, a couch and an entertainment center around couldn't be that bad. It was far worse than I thought. Except for the couch, everything had to be assembled. Even worse was the news that she'd bought a chandelier that wouldn't arrive for another 10 days and would not only have to be hung, but wired in as well. "Amy will have to help you Dalton. I'm late already for a meeting at my club. Help yourself to anything you want. Thanks again," said Heather's Mom on her way out. She'd taken enough time to show me where she wanted everything, and then hit the bricks. I'd known Amy since Heather and I first met. Amy was Heather's chunky little sister. I'd watched her grow up and go through that gawky acne faced stage. Amy like most younger siblings had lived her life wearing Heather's old clothes, riding Heather's old bikes and playing with Heather's old toys. She was always screaming about how much she hated Heather's hand me downs. She'd gone away last September to a college out of state, but had gotten homesick and transferred back in January and was trying to catch up in her studies. I'd always felt sorry for Amy, and treated her like she was my kid sister too. It just seemed like that girl worked twice as hard as Heather did and got only half the results. Whereas Heather had blond hair, Amy's was dark. Heather was tall and slim, Amy was shorter and maybe not chunky any more but definitely more voluptuous. She had huge glasses and zits all over her face. Heather was a girly-girl, Amy was the kind of girl who'd sit down and play a video game with you, and probably beat you. "Hey Squirt, get your ass down here. We've got work to do," I shouted up the stairs, as I started to open the box containing the first end table. "Stop yelling at me. You're not my brother yet," I heard her scream from somewhere upstairs. A few minutes later, she snuck up from behind and launched herself at me the way she always did. Of course not having seen her in a while I was unprepared for Amy's new look. She'd gotten just slightly taller, and slightly thinner. She still wasn't as slim as Heather, but no one would ever call her chunky again. The one thing that hadn't gotten any smaller were her boobs, they might even be bigger. And her nipples were threatening to drill through the T-shirt she had on. Heather's boobs were not anywhere near the same class, but it didn't really matter to me, though I couldn't help staring at them. When she bent over to look at the boxes and said, "This is going to take us all day," she smiled. The thing that scared me was the way she bent over. Her legs remained straight and she bent from the waist causing her perfectly round ass to peek out from those tight shorts. I nearly passed out from the blood loss, as all of the blood left one head and went into the other. "Whuh?" I managed to mutter as I stood behind the couch hoping to avoid the embarrassing swelling in my pants. I had to get it together. Amy was my girlfriend's little sister. She was the most off limits woman in the world, outside of Heather's mom. Holy shit, I'd called her a woman. When had she turned from my little squirt, to someone I wanted to give a little squirt? Her face had cleared up and her glasses were gone. How the hell had all of that happened without me noticing it? "I just said that this is probably going to take a while for us to put all of this shit together and arrange it," she smiled. "You act like you've never seen me before. I'm Amy, Heather's baby sister. You've watched me grow up," she said. She said it like she was talking to someone who was mentally challenged, but I got the impression that she liked my reaction to her. For the next three hours we worked together assembling and arranging the furniture. Amy seemed to take every opportunity she could to rub herself against me or touch me. If she handed me a hammer, she had to place it into my hand with a lot of contact between my hand and hers. And there was a lot of smiling to go with the contact. "Valentine's day is only about 10 days away. What are you getting Heather?" she asked. "Probably one of those Pandora charm bracelets, they keep advertising on TV," I said. "Wow, you have good taste," she smirked. "They're pretty expensive. It's a shame to waste something so nice on my idiot sister. You should probably give something that nice to someone who really loves you." I was shocked. My jaw just dropped open and I couldn't figure out what to say. "Don't look so shocked," she said. "I've watched the 2 of you since I was 15. Why aren't you married yet?" Before I could answer she started up again. "I'll tell you why. It's because my idiot sister isn't ready to settle down yet. She's so secure in the fact that you love her unquestionably, and will take whatever she dishes out to you, that she doesn't feel like she has to rush things. She probably does intend to marry you at some stage, but only when she needs to for security or because she's done fucking around on you." All of a sudden I couldn't stand up any more. I just fell over, wondering what had turned my little squirt into this evil bitch who had just crushed me. She stood there as if she'd just told me that Heather had washed her clothes. There was no sign on her face that she had just practically tore my heart out. "You didn't know did you," she said suddenly concerned. "You really didn't know. That bitch! She always told me that you knew. That's why I never told you before now. I'm really sorry Dalton." She crossed the room and nestled my head against one of those spectacular breasts. "Dalton, I'm really sorry. I started this, but in a way it's good that you find out before you make a terrible mistake and ruin your life." "I don't believe you. This is some kind of joke." I snapped. "Amy, this probably doesn't matter to you, but I loved you like you were my own little sister. Maybe I teased you a little bit. But it was all in fun. I've never done anything cruel to you, so I just can't imagine why you'd say something like that to me. If you don't like me or don't think I'm good enough for your sister, just say so. But there's no need to try and just hurt me, by lying." "And whether you know it or not, I've always loved you too. Maybe not in the same way," she snapped. "But that's my business. Dalton, I don't think for a second that you're not good enough for Heather. It's the other way around. Heather isn't good enough for you. I know this is hard for you to believe, but listen to me. Heather is going to do her little deal on you and probably soon. So you need to be ready to break the pattern. In the next couple of days she's going to break up with you after an argument. I know you don't believe me, but when it happens. You and I are going to have a talk." Amy just walked up the stairs and I left the house. I wondered many things, like when had squirt grown up and become so hot? And mostly was she right? Was her sister, the woman I had worshipped for 5 years, using me like a sucker? A few hours later, I got my answer, although I didn't want to believe it. I picked up my phone and listened as Heather began yelling at me. "Where were you all day when I needed you?" she snapped at me. "I wanted to talk to you about our relationship and where we're headed, but I couldn't fucking, find you. That's the problem with you Dalton. You're only in this for fun. You just don't take us seriously, do you?" "Heather, I was at your house. I was assembling the living room furniture that your mom ordered remember?" I asked calmly. "And that's another one of your problems. You're always out brown nosing my parents. Who the hell are you in a relationship with, them or me?" I heard the beeping signaling that I had a call on another line. I quickly switched and answered the other call while Heather continued to rant. "Dalton, hang up on that bitch, you don't need to take that from her. She's just trying to break up with you. Please show a shred of self respect, just hang up." "Okay," I said, switching back to Heather who was in full scream mode now. "I'm not going to waste my life on someone who doesn't respect my nee..." "Heather," I screamed interrupting her. "What Dalton?" she yelled into the phone. "What the hell do you want to say?" "Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on," I said calmly and hung up on her. Then I switched over to the other line. "Dalton, are you back? She is really pissed at you now. She's going to do what she was going to do anyway, but now she's kind of wondering if she made a mistake," said Amy. "Anyway, I'll be right over." Then she hung up too. A few minutes later Amy arrived at my apartment. She walked in as I opened the door and looked around. It had been some time since Heather had brought her by my place. That was back when she used to have to drag Amy along until she was old enough to be left alone. Amy nodded her head several times obviously trying to remember the place and smiling. Then she looked at me, and she seemed sad but kind of happy at the same time. "Here," she said and wrapped her arms around me hugging me really hard. "As the night goes on you might need a few more of those. So when you do just let me know. This isn't going to be easy." She looked at me again and I looked back at her. She was wearing a black sweat shirt and black pants. She had all of that long shiny black hair tied back in a pony tail that went halfway down her back. "You need to change into some dark clothes," she told me. "Hurry up." So I went into my room and changed into some black pants and a black sweater. I wondered what Squirt had in mind. When I got back into my living room, I almost died laughing because my gorgeous 20 year old soon to be sister had put on one of those joke shop Groucho Marx noses, with the bushy eye brows and the mustache. "We're in disguise," she said laughing. We went outside to the parking lot. "Where's your car?" she asked. I led her over to my Red 2010 Roush Stage 3 Mustang GT. "There's no way we can drive that tonight. They'd see us from a mile away, and probably hear us too. What is this any way, your Pussy Wagon?" "My what!" I sputtered. "You know; your leg spreader. Your make out car," she said. "You really don't need a car like this to get women Dalton. All you need to do is just be yourself and you can get any woman you want." We took Amy's car. We may as well have been invisible. She had a gray Toyota Camry. To this day I can't remember what the hell that car looks like. It's just a box with wheels, but that's what we needed apparently. She drove us somewhere and we waited. We scrunched down in the car so no one would see us. After a few minutes Heather and another girl both dressed in extremely short skirts and very high heels came out and got into Heather's car. "Boy, my sister really looks broken up about your break up doesn't she," smirked Amy. I didn't say anything, but I was upset both at the way she was dressed and by the game she appeared to be playing. Amy followed Heather to a pretty wild looking dance club. Heather and her girlfriend went right in. They waved at the bouncer and just walked in the door they didn't even have to pay the cover charge, so they'd obviously been here before. I got ready to open the door and go in, but Amy's hand on mine stopped me. "They'll only be in there for a little while," she said. "She's meeting her latest fling here and they're going back to his place. He's a skydiving instructor at a small airfield. He only makes about twenty grand a year. He can't afford to keep her in shoes let alone marry her." I wanted to scream or go in there and beat the shit out of him. And maybe her too, but most of all I really just wanted to go back to my apartment and throw all of Heather's shit out into the street. She'd accumulated a lot of clothes and things over the last 5 years from all the nights she'd stayed over. It got to the point where if she didn't have enough space for something at her parent's house it ended up at my apartment. "So what was it that attracted you to Heather?" asked Amy. "It wasn't really one thing," I said slowly. "She was just...." "Hot," finished Amy. "Yeah I'd have to give you that one. My sister is definitely hot. But she's only hot on the outside. Next time you need to set your sights on a woman who burns for you on the inside." Before I could think of a reply Heather came out of the club. She was walking with a really cheesy looking guy with a mullet hair cut. He had one of his hands on her ass, and he reached under her skirt right out in the street. Amy took a picture of them in that pose with the camera on her iPhone. "Why'd you do that?" I asked. "We're not married, so we don't need any evidence for a divorce. I'll just go my way and she can go hers." "It isn't for you Dalton," she said. "I need it." "Well Nancy Drew, you've proved your case," I said sadly. "Dalton, you're not going to cry or anything, are you?" she asked me. She was looking at me, with a lot of concern on her face. "No squirt, I'm not going to cry. But this is pretty hard. Finding out the woman I've loved for 5 years doesn't love me back. I mean even for an adult, having your heart broken is pretty rough." "Dalton you should be looking at this as an eye opener. This is a good thing because now you can see where you really stand with that bitch. And one thing that you said was kind of wrong. Heather really does love you, in her own way. And she loves the things you can do for her even more. She's never going to marry Luke Skyjumper. He's just someone else to play with in her endless quest for adventure. Eventually she's going to settle down with you. But for now it's a skydiver this month, and some big black guy next month. But eventually she'll be all yours, except for the occasional affair. Just like my mom and dad. Eventually you'll start having yours too, or just go crazy." Amy drove us home in silence. Neither of us really had much to say. I needed to get out of town for a while, so I took some vacation time at work and went camping alone. I got out into the woods at a cabin I rented and just ran the trails, and explored. I only carried a bottle of water and my cell phone when I ran. I used the phone's GPS to mark the cabin's location so I could always find my way back. Over the 8 days that I was gone Heather didn't call me at all for the first 3 days. Then on the 4th day she left me a cold sounding message. The next day she wondered why I hadn't returned her call and by the last day she was begging me to call her back. Amy called me every single day that I was gone, but I didn't return her calls either. I really didn't want to talk to either of the sisters. Not the one who broke my heart, or even the one who set me straight. The day I got back was of course Valentine's Day. It had taken me 8 days but I finally got Heather out of my heart. It was like quitting smoking, cold turkey. The hardest part is when you haven't had a cigarette in a few weeks and you run into someone who's smoking. Your body doesn't need the cigarette anymore, but your mind reminds you of the pleasure you once got from it. The question is whether or not your will is strong enough not to go back to it. I got the Box from the jewelry store and threw it into my car. I stopped off at a florist on my way. Even the growl from my Mustang's Cherry bomb exhaust system was sluggish as if the car didn't want to go to that house again. I pulled up in front of Heather's house and backed into her driveway. Her dad, Dave Benson, opened the door for me and thanked me for the job I'd done on the furniture. "I don't want to pry," he said. "And I know that relationships have their ups and downs, but Heather's really been upset for the past few days. She thinks you don't love her anymore. It's good to see you back." I walked into the dining room as he called upstairs for Heather. I stopped in front of his wife. Heather ran down the stairs followed by Amy. "Mrs. Benson, Happy Valentine's Day," I said giving her the large bouquet of flowers I'd gotten from the florist. She was really surprised and kissed me on the cheek. Heather looked like she'd been crying, and for once I just didn't care. I walked right by her and gave the jewelry box to Amy. "Happy V' Day, Squirt, I'm going to miss you most of all," I smiled a little as I said that and then just walked out of the house, leaving Heather standing there with her mouth open. She followed me out to the car, but just as she got there I chirped my tires and sent a bunch of dirt and rubber particles her way. Hand Me Downs Earnest Johnson was a middle aged black man who worked hard for everything that he owned. By day, he had managed to elevate himself into a manager for the baggage department of an airline. And every other weekend, he was part of a janitorial crew at a local strip mall. Earnest stood at a tall 6'3 and weighed around 230 pounds, 240 tops. So even though he had a tall and slender build, he was still thick in the right places. His arms bulged wide from all of the back breaking manual labor...he sported massive, pillared thighs...and like most niggas, he proudly displayed a massive ghetto ass. "I bet you he has a big dick," his co worker Sheila observed. Well, she wasn't really his co worker. But she was a clerk at one of the high end jewelry stores that Earnest cleaned every other weekend. Sheila was a beautiful white woman. She stood around 5'11, which was actually sort of tall in a way. Her body was very curvy, filled with all of the twists and turns to keep a brotha mans attention. Especially her ass, which even though he never said nothing- Earnest most definitely took notice. "And how would you know that?" her co worker Sally folded her arms and stared into Sheila's hazel eyes. "Huh? Can those pretty eyes see through his pants? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" "Two things," Sheila rattled off nonchalantly. "One, have you ever checked out the bulge in the front of his pants? Shit. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear it looked like a potato fell out of a sack and somebody stuffed it in his fuckin pants." "Well," Sally looked guiltily to the floor. "Couldn't that apply to most of the cleaning crew?" "Hell, yeah, it could. But next time he's around, look at his hands. Specifically his index finger. If you trace from the very top of his palms, down the middle of his hands and all the way down his index finger, it's a PERFECT measurement of how long his dick is. Everyone thinks it's shoe size, but the hands are more accurate." "I never knew that," Sally shook her head. "But I guess I will check it out. The crew comes in tonight." "Yes," Sheila ran her fingers through her auburn hair. "And this horny lil bitch can't wait." "Sheila. Don't refer to yourself like that." "There are two types of bitches, and one of them is a good kind...like me...and like you." "Whoa, whoa," Sally held a hand up. "Even though I might actually look, I hope you don't expect for me to touch." Sally was a lovely 51 year old nearing some of her best years. Her husband had recently retired and Sally only kept the jewelry store as something to do. She was a short 5'2...maybe 110 pounds...and she wore her golden blonde hair in a sophisticated high topped bun. "You've never been with-" "No," Sally cut her off. "You don't even know what I was about to say." "You don't know what I was about to say," Sally stood her ground. "I was going to say I haven't been with any man outside of Bob. Over the years he has toyed with the whole swingers thing. But no. I'm not interested." "So in other words, he has given you somewhat of a pass?" "Not exxac-...hmm? I guess if you look at it like that, maybe he has given me a pass." "So here's what the 51 year old MILF is gonna do. When Earnest shows up, use every thing at your disposal to get his dick into your pussy. Don't be scared. It'll be fun." "I don't know if I can," Sally hesitated. "You'll be fine," Sheila nodded. "He's just a man. He won't bite... unless we ask him to." "Oh god," Sally felt a zip flash through her clit. She didn't even tell Sheila, but she loved to have her husband bite and twist her nipples. She had spent countless nights in bed, with legs spread wide and massive black dildo implanted in her pussy as Bob bit her titties like a rabid pit bull. So as much as Sally didn't want to admit it, that particular visual (of Earnest biting her nipples) turned her on in a major way. And if Earnest was down to do that, she'd be his lil slut for life. The ladies went through the motions for the remainder of the day, as they felt butterflies in their stomachs at the prospect of taking the sexy black stud. Around 9:30, the security guard (a haulking, 210 pound black man) made his rounds to clear the mall of any last minute patrons. "Are y'all beautiful ladies aiight in here?" he peaked his bald head through the door. "Yea, sweetie, we're fine," Sheila winked at him. I wish I could tell you that Sheila hadn't been involved with him. But if I did, that would be a lie. "Well, I don't leave til you leave. So if you need anything," his eyes roamed up and down Sheila's shapely ass, "give me a holla." "I got you," Sheila smiled. The cleaning crew didn't show until after ten o clock. But that was kinda sorta for the better. That way Sheila and Sally could scream bloody murder once Earnest got his dick up in dem juicy, tight pussies. "Mamn," Earnest nodded politely, as he shoved in his cleaning cart. "How are you lovely ladies tonight?" "Waiting for you," Sheila emerged from behind the desk naked, with the exception of black high heels and what seemed like thousands of glittering necklaces. "Oh shit," Earnest licked his lips and instantly gave himself a crotch grab. "Look at you...fuck!!" Sheila slid down to her knees and crawled until Earnest was towering over her. As she stared up at his handsome face, she subconsciously massaged his ass, in addition to quick little pecks on his ever rising bulge. "Bitch," Sheila put up a finger and twirled it backwards. "I know you're nervous and shit, but I'm not going to do all of the work. Get over here and start stripping him down." Sally hugged Earnest from behind (with her huge breasts boring into his back) as she massaged his shoulders and kissed behind his ears. "Fuck yeah," Earnest moaned, as Sheila succeeded in yanking his pants off. Like the black pornos, she opted to keep on his shiny black work boots. It just looked better and added to the air of lust and sexual desperation. With no sense of fancy, Sheila palmed his massive ass and engulfed a good six of the massive ELEVEN inch black pipe. "Aww, fuck," Earnest moaned, as her teeth grazed his sensitive dick. "You bite when I say bite, bitch. Watch dem fucking teeth." Sally slid her right hand to cradle his head as her left curled under his chin and brought him in for a deep kiss. "Mmmm," they both moaned subconsciously. Earnest loved a good kiss. And it didn't hurt that a second bitch was on her knees, massaging his ass and attempting to deep throat his dick. "Mmm-raggg," Sheila finally gagged at nine inches, her eyes watering and face turning red. "Oooswooeech," Earnest broke the kiss with Sally. "Why don't you get down there and help your girl out?" Sally ran her nails down his back and traced her tongue over his spine until she was also kneeling, with the big black ass in her face. "Aiight," Earnest squatted so he could hook one hand under her chin and palm the back of her head like a basketball. "I'm not going to force you... yet. So do the best that you possibly can and suck dat fucking dick." As Earnest began to slowly rock back and forth, Sally spread his ass wide so that every time he backed up-up went her tongue into his asscrack. "Gotdayum," Earnest rolled his eyes and cracked his neck bones. "My gawd does dat shit feel so fucking good? Ugh, fuck!!?" "Agg-agghhh," Sheila gagged and choked. "Dere you go," Earnest smiled lustfully. "Take your time and find your rhythm. You gon take all dat shit down. Dats a promise." In addition to wild licks up and down the chocolate asscrack, Sally softly kissed his cheeks from time to time as well. She didn't foresee this becoming an everyday thing. So she decided to go all out and make it count. After a solid ten minutes, and with an inch of his dick still visible, Earnest lost his patience and hefted Sheila on top of a glass jewelry case. He used his t shirt to tie her hands behind her back and rolled her backwards so that her head hung off the ledge. He threw a boot on the edge and curled all ten of his fingers behind her head. "First, I'm finna teach you how to deep throat. Then we're going to play a little game. And you," Earnest's ass jiggled, as he stammered around to turn and face Sally. "You get to be my assistant." "What's the name of the game?" Sally begin to pinch her clit. "Beg wit yo eyes," Earnest boomed in his deep voice. "So how do I fit in?" Sally said between kisses to the chocolate ass. "I'm gon shove...and shove...and shove until she almost can't take it anymore. Then I'll hold still and not move until she begs with her eyes for me to let up." "But how can you see her eyes?" Sally liked the sound of this nasty, perverted game. "Dats what you're here for. You get to play referee." A few seconds later, Sheila was thrashing around and kicking her legs as Earnest held her down on ten and one quarter inch of his throbbing black dick. "I'm bout to pull back," Earnest had pity when she started kicking. "No...puippt...puippt...not yet," Sally kissed Earnest's ass from cheek to cheek. "She's not begging yet." "She's been down there for quite a while," Earnest was partly sympathetic, and I say partly- because he still kept pushing on the back of her head. "Don't wanna hurt her. Not for real." "Fine," Sally used one hand to place over Earnest's, while the other wildly and sadistically frigged her own pussy. "Count to ten and let up." As Earnest slowly counted down, he leaned over her pussy and slowly drizzled spit over Sheila's red hot clit. For every second he held her down on his dick, he'd break the count to softly kiss (sometimes Frenching) over her clit. "...eight...puiptt...nine...swooeech...swooeeech...swoeech...and ten." "Huahhhhh?" Sheila roughly sucked in a lung full of fresh air. "More...more..." she recovered rather quickly. "Do it," Sally placed all ten of her fingers and interlocked them over Earnest's. "I want to see her really, really beg." Once again, Earnest stood on his tippy toes and dropped his entire weight down into her throat, this time scoring 10.5 inches. "Yee-ah," Earnest barrelled. "It's almost in her fucking stomach." "This time count to twenty. But let's up the ante. If the slut coughs up more than three times...START OVER." "Mmrmmm," Sheila moaned. "Shadup," Earnest smiled. "You can do it. Sluts like you were made for this." As Earnest sensuously French kissed her clit, he decided to cheat and drill his tongue into her pussy on every other count. Of course it felt great to Sheila, but the stimulation accelerated her heartbeat and increased her breathing pattern. "Uh oh," Earnest smiled, as she squirted on the sixth count. "The lil slut has to be running out of air, cuz you need air to fucking cum." "She's alright," Sally loved the faraway look in Sheila's eye. "I'll tell you when." Sally then used her knee to hold Sheila's head in place, so she could twist Earnest's head to the side and kiss him as they French kissed slow and deep. Lucky for Sheila, too, because she actually started coughing, but they were so busy kissing that they didn't even hear it. All Earnest knew was that his dick was harder than its ever been and receiving a blowjob fit for the gods. "Oh shit," Earnest yanked from her throat. "That had to be longer than twenty seconds. Sorry, girl." "Ack-ack-ack...more," Sheila was never one to wimp out. "I can get it all the way in. Please give me another chance." "Oh, I know you can...and you will," Earnest stubbornly clamped his tongue over his top lip. This time there was a darker desperation as Earnest and Sally shoved with all of their might until Sheilas nose sat in the sweat soaked but sac. As Sally counted, Earnest 69'd Sheila from above and tongue fucked her on EVERY count...vs every other count. Several times Sheilas body seemed to convulse, but since nobody knew if it was lack of air or her busting a nutt, nobody gave a fuck. "Aiight, slut," Earnest said in a gravelly voice, as he fought his own orgasm. "I'm going to count to one hundred. Now before you start panicking, nobody expects you to make it the entire time. I won't even make it the entire time. But you still have to try." Sheilas stomach heaved repeatedly as she choked on the massive black dick. But with Earnest tongue fucking her, she also experienced several eye rolling, squirting orgasms. So much so that Sally had to run to the food court and use ice to rouse her from her restful sleep. "W-where...where am I?" Sheila rubbed her eyes. "Heaven...apparently," laughed Earnest, as he turned to face Sally. "Now its your turn. But I like to keep it fresh. So we have something different planned for you." "We?..." Sally felt her eyes get wide as a clock, as in sauntered two huge black men. One was Darrel the 210 pound security guard. The second was Ezekiel Williams (the sexy black priest from 'Hood Hero' and 'The Son of A Preacher Man.) "Yes...we," said Darrel. "Did he stutter?" To be continued...