by Emmie Combs
A Perfect Couple
Paula and Bob, the perfect couple
Paula woke up to feel the warm body of her husband at her back. She had a headache from drinking too much last night but as she closed her eyes to try and get some more sleep the phone rang.
"Hello." She said gruffly.
"Hi honey. You still in bed?" It was Bob, her husband.
Aghast, she looked over her shoulder to see who was in bed with her. It was a black man, a nigger, as she always referred to black people. She dropped the phone.
She quickly picked it up off the floor, to hear bob saying, "What happened, you okay honey?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, I just dropped the phone. Where are you, are you coming home soon?" She had to know to get this situation sorted out. She was wide awake now, but everything was still fuzzy.
"I'm still in San Francisco and probably won't be able to get away until tomorrow."
Thank God she thought, there's time. But he was going on, "....so this thing is going to last longer than....." She didn't hear what he was saying, but trying to think of what had happened at Glenda's party last night.
He was still talking, "......and with luck we'll be through tonight and I'll call you in the morning. Bye honey."
"G'bye babe." She said as she hung up.
She hadn't heard much of what he'd said except that he wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning. It had been a church thing at Glenda's but there'd been a lot of wine, and she'd got drunk. Someone had said she shouldn't drive, so this man, this black man had offered to drive her home.
The minister, Cal, was changing things, trying to integrate the congregation, and had brought a black man, Clarence, in as assistant pastor to help things along. She and Bob were thinking of changing churches because they wanted nothing to do with niggers. They lived in a totally white part of Atlanta in a gated community. They'd never mixed with those people and never intended to.
It started to come back to her now. As they drove she started to wonder if it was true what they said, that black men had big cocks. So she'd reached over and put her hand in his lap.
"Please don't do that." He'd said
She'd laughed and continued to feel around for his penis, finally finding a soft lump of flesh in his pants. He'd pushed her hand away. Who did he think he was, rejecting her, the homecoming queen at her college five years ago?
Next thing she remembered was having her hand inside his pants and finding his penis, and as she caressed it it stated to swell.
Clarence was having difficulty driving. "Please stop what you're doing." He said and tried to push her hand away.
"That's more like it." She said as it started to harden in her hand.
Next thing she remembered they'd pulled into the driveway and had stopped. She had his cock out and was trying to get her mouth on it.
"Stop that!" He gave her a hard shove and got out of the car.
He came around to her side and opened the door. Her skirt was hiked up over her thighs, and she turned toward him and opened her legs.
"You wanna fuck me Clarence?"
The rest was hazy, but she remembered him dragging her into the house and she'd gone limp in his arms. He must have carried her upstairs but nothing was clear from there. She'd clearly kissed him; kissed those thick lips that were so sensual. Then she recalled being on her back on the bed, legs wide open as he pounded her.
She was still fully clothed except for her panties, and he had just taken his pants off, and he was fucking her hard. She felt his big cock stretching her and was loving it. She had always enjoyed fucking, but this was the first man she'd had since her marriage.
Now she sat there in bed looking at this black skinned man. Black people had always repulsed her, but Clarence didn't, in fact he looked very handsome. She got up to take a pee, then instead of getting up got back into bed. She reached under the covers and found his now-soft penis.
He woke up. "I gotta go to the bathroom."
She told him where the master bathroom was and waited anxiously for him to come back. Then asked him to get back in bed with her. While she was up she'd taken an alka seltzer and was feeling better, and when he got back into bed she'd leaned over and kissed him.
"I'm sorry about what happened, but you were persistent." He said
"It was entirely my fault, but I think I enjoyed it – I was so drunk."
They kissed again, but now a deeper, sexier, lots of tongue.
"We shouldn't do this." He said. "This is wrong."
"You mean because you're black and I'm white?" She asked him.
"No, because I'm the assistant pastor at your church. I could be in a lot of trouble."
She pulled away from him. "Look, I don't believe in the races mixing any more than I believe in people having sex with animals, but you caught me at the right moment last might."
He started to get out of bed. "I don't need to hear any of that stuff. I think I'd better be going."
"No, please. I'm sorry, I want it, I want you now. There's nothing racial about it, I want you as a man." At the same time she was thinking that if anyone saw this man coming out of her house her life as she knew it was over.
He got back into bed slowly and they kissed again. "Where's your husband?"
"He's in San Francisco until tomorrow."
As they kissed his hand touched her thigh and moved over the top of her thigh-high stocking to the soft inner thigh.
He pulled away, "You've still got your stockings on." He said with a smile.
"Should I take them off?"
"No I like the feel of them." He kissed her again, but this time the kiss was deep, all tongue.
His searching fingers found her wet slit and slipped inside. With his mouth he found her breast, then her nipple, and fingering her clitoris and sucking on her breast he brought her close to orgasm while she moaned with pleasure.
At the same time Paula fondled and stroked his fat hard manhood that was now dripping. The fondling and kissing went on until she had to have that big thing and she rolled over on her back and as he nestled between her legs the head of his penis found its mark and slipped into her.
"Oh God, yes...yes...yes." She breathed and gave a deep sigh.
Slowly he moved in and out of her vagina, her wetness lubricating her eager hole as his large penis moved like a piston in and out, gradually picking up speed until he was moving at a steady rhythm. She had never before known or enjoyed such sex. Her husband was really the only person she'd known for a long time, but he couldn't match this.
She responded with rhythmical grunting and the occasional moan when he hit a sensitive spot and whispered and muttered obscene encouragement.
"There, there, fuck me...gimme that big cock."
Then, "Oh so good.....harder....faster..fuck me hard."
Clarence too was enjoying their love making. This lovely woman had kept on at him last night, and as the new assistant pastor he knew that this was wrong. Finally he thought he'd resisted the temptation long enough, so when he'd carried her up to lay her on her bed and she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties, he'd taken off his pants and laid down between her open legs.
She'd reacted like an animal, a demanding animal. Their lovemaking was savage and overheated. Afterward he'd undressed and got into bed with her. He'd gone to sleep and slept soundly only to find her touching him again first thing in the morning.
Now they were fucking again and again she was like an animal, having multiple orgasms until he finally ejaculated into her hot vagina. They lay together and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him.
"So good. That was the best fuck I've ever had. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." And he felt her squeeze his penis with her vaginal muscles.
They lay together like that until they both started to fall asleep.
He woke with a jerk. "I gotta get going."
"I'll fix us some breakfast quickly." Paula said as they kissed then he rolled off her.
They ate breakfast quickly and
he said again he had to leave.
"I'm sorry, but you can't be seen leaving here. I'll put the car in the garage, then we'll both get in it and drive out. The chances are you won't be seen." Paula said.
The both went upstairs to put their clothes on. As they started to dress he looked up to see Paula bending over by the bed with her back to him, and between her thighs he could see he pubic hair. When he reached out and touched her bottom she stopped what she was doing, then moved her legs slightly apart.
He got up and stood behind her then slipped a finger into her and she responded by falling forward on her knees on the bed, her back to him and legs spread. His penis was now fully erect and spread her open with his thumbs and pressed his penis into her sopping wet vagina which was already full of his sperm.
Not a word had been said but she gasped as his large penis thrust deep into her. He gripped her hips in his strong hands and started to thrust hard and fast, with each deep thrust his scrotum and testicles slapped against her labia. This was giving her such intense pleasure that she cried out, almost in tears.
Suddenly her back arched and she felt a series of spasms jerk her whole body in one huge climax, and her vaginal muscles grabbed his penis so fiercely that he started to ejaculate and shoot deep into her.
For a few moments he held on to her hips, then released her and she continued to get dressed. Still not a word had been said. They both quickly dressed and Paula hastened downstairs, out the door and moved the car into the garage and closed the door again.
They had a last cup of coffee before going out through the house to the garage. Even over coffee they hadn't said much because both of them were thinking about the future. How would they react when they met at a church functions? Could they meet again? Did they want to meet again?
They got into the car but before Paula could start it Clarence leaned over and kissed her, his hand cupping her breast. Then his hand slipped under her skirt to touch her soft inner thigh.
"I want to see you again." Paula said.
"I'd like, no, love, that."
"We couldn't meet in public."
"I know." His fingers had found their way under the leg of her panties. He pulled his hand away and took a card from his wallet and gave it to her. "Call me."
"I will." With the remote she opened the garage door and they drove out into the sunlight.
Epilogue: Bob got home on Sunday morning, and after lunch went to play golf. When he came home he told Paula:
"You know what Fred said? He said he saw you in town yesterday with a nigger in the car. I told him that wasn't funny, but he insisted it was you."
"You're friend Fred is crazy." She told him, but she had an awful sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The End.
To Beat the Heat
The permeating heat pressed down on everything like a wet, heavy blanket. Even lying spread-eagle on the air mattress in the tent in the coolest, skimpiest bit of clothing I had packed for the beach trip, with the squirrel fan picking at my damp hair and teasingly blowing open the top of my dress, the muggy warmth was almost unbearable. Coupled with the irritating, omnipresent sand and the sun-induced weariness dragging on my muscles, I was torn between disgust and contentment. Either way, I utterly lacked the energy to move.
Until of course my exhausted contemplations were rudely interrupted by a flailing Amanda suddenly flopping down on the sagging air mattress, sending me flying for a moment before the mattress found equilibrium again. I groaned in protest of the unexpected movement as it ground yet even more sand into my slightly sticky skin, but Amanda merely laughed.
"Who's ready for Supertroopers?" I heard a voice from just outside the tent ask. Knowing full well who it was, I didn't waste the effort of turning my head to watch my boyfriend hunching over to crawl inside the tent, his laptop and my computer speakers in hand. From behind me on the bed, Amanda laughed loudly again. She was far too excited and perky in this heat, but she at least had a reason, as she had not actually ever seen the absurd movie that Colin was opening up on his computer. I had, however, so I didn't bother to work up the energy to reorient myself to see the screen. Colin rigged up the speakers, wired everything with power and stretched out across the bed in front of the screen, while Amanda laid down to his left. I stayed where I was, perpendicular to the other two, and only moved enough so that I could use Colin's lower back as a pillow.
"Move the fan," I groaned. "You're blocking all the air."
One of the other two obliged, and I sighed as the blissfully cool air blew across my body. I didn't even care at all that it was nearly blowing my dress right off of me. After a while, though, as I fought a losing battle against my exhaustion, I heard a loud snicker.
"Cute bra, Jessie," Hannah called from outside the tent. I opened my eyes to see that my bra was indeed exposed for all the world to see. But my heat-induced apathy would not allow me to get worked up over such an insignificant fact. I merely mumbled in reply, "Thanks, Hannah. I thought so, too."
"Whoa, now!" Amanda said as her head popped over Colin's shoulder. Intrigued, Colin looked over his shoulder at me as well.
"Whoa, dear. You're kinda hanging out."
"Yeah, yeah," I said. "So I've heard. It's too hot, though, so I don't care. Watch your movie."
Colin reluctantly turned back to the screen, and Amanda did the same as I closed my eyes once more, a small grin blooming on my lips. Though I'd never been one much for voyeuristic tendencies, I found it was an interesting feeling, knowing all these people were looking at my bra. Somehow, even in the oppressive summer humidity, I was getting a little turned on.
Slowly, I stretched and pulled myself parallel next to Colin, curled my arm underneath my head and allowed the fan to tease my hair and tickle my neck. It felt so good that I shivered...though I wasn't at all cold. I did, however, roll over and press my body into Colin's side. Even though it was ninety plus degrees out, the warmth of his body against mine still sent cold shivers up and down my spine. Gently, ever so gently, I traced my fingers in a doodling pattern across his lower back, careful to avoid his sunburned shoulders. I kissed his bicep briefly without pausing in my doodles. He turned and looked at me, eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. I merely dropped my gaze and laid my hand flat against the small of his back. When I sensed he had returned his attention to the movie, I stretched out to my full length once more and rolled away from him slightly so I could see his handsome face. Every time I did, I remembered how much I loved to do just that—just gaze upon the man I loved. I shivered again in the impossible heat.
Colin must have felt my body tremor next to his, or subconsciously felt the weight of my gaze, as he looked away from the movie again. I leaned in quickly and planted a soft peck on his lips. Then I rolled away before he could do or say anything. I waited a moment, and then rolled over so that I was on my back again, lying right beside him. I looked up at him to find him looking right back at me. The span of a heartbeat passed between us before he dropped his head to press a kiss to my lips. He meant for it to be a quick one, but as he pulled away, I caught his lower lip between my teeth, holding him to me. I kissed him deeply, tugging gently on the lip I held prisoner before releasing it to plant a few softer kisses on his mouth in rapid succession. I became aware of Amanda's laughter as it morphed into a loud, protesting groan.
"Ewww...cut out the couple-y stuff, guys..." she said.
Colin laughed as he turned away from me again. "Oh, Amanda...you know you're just jealous."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Right..."
I grinned at the ceiling of the tent. "Oh, but Amanda...you don't have to be jealous, you know. Feel free to join in the fun." I nudged Colin, who took my cue and threw an arm around the other girl. I lurched up to rest on one elbow as I snuck an arm around his back and swiftly poked Amanda in the side. She squealed like a banshee, and then fell into a fit of giggles as she tried to squirm away from my wiggling finger.
"Stop! Stop!" she gasped through her
squeals. In response, I clambered over her captor and weaseled my way in between them to better torture her with my tickling. Finally, I decided to show some mercy and withdrew my poking barrage. She lay completely spent beside me, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. From my vantage point lying on my side, I couldn't help but notice how well-endowed my friend was. I nonchalantly voiced my newfound revelation.
"Mandy," I said. "You've got nice boobs."
I heard Colin behind me exhale loudly in surprise. Amanda just turned to me and laughing again, said "I know, right?" She raised a hand to one of her perky, rounded breasts and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Wanna feel?"
"Sure!" I replied, and proceeded to fondle her other breast. I could feel Colin nestled up behind me, and more prominently, I felt a warm bulge growing slowly between my buttocks. I laughed out loud, and Amanda began to giggle all over again.
"Mmmm...Mandy," I said. "Very nice." I suddenly began poking her again, so that she curled up into a ball and rolled onto her side, trying vainly to get away from me. However, this merely exposed another target for me, as her ass wiggled before me. Quickly, I spanked her. She yelped, and then laughed. I smacked her butt again, and she tried to squirm away. But I was having none of that. I hoisted myself up and over top of her, forcing her on her back as I straddled her hips. I expertly jabbed her exposed tummy a few more times, eliciting further high-pitched shrieks. When I finally paused long enough for her to catch her breath, I leaned forward so that my face was less than an inch from hers. At that angle, I became very aware of her heaving chest, as every time she exhaled, her breasts just barely grazed mine. We lay there just like that for the span of a heartbeat, and I caught myself staring at the fullness of her lips. I wondered, just for a moment, what it would be like to touch those lips with my own. I leaned a little closer.
"Stop..." Amanda gasped as she began squirming beneath me. "That tickles!" I realized I was breathing on her neck, her "O" spot.
"Oh, you know you like it," I purred at her before rolling off her and surrendering to the hilarity of it all once more.
