“Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes!” she cried.
Winston felt her fingers gripping the back of his head, her nails digging in. He looked up and saw her eyes screwed shut, an intense look on her face. He covered one of her small tits with his hand and roughly pinched her nipple. Nicole screeched and tried rubbing his face in her pussy. Her cries and body language signaled she was climaxing. He kept slurping at her cunt and pumping his fingers into her, hoping she was primed for what was to come.
“Oh my god. I’m going to need a second,” Nicole sighed. She laughed as she rolled onto her side and clenched her thighs together. “God, where did you learn to do that?”
“Ain’t no big thing, Nic. If you’re gonna do something, do it right.”
Winston rolled over and reached for the nightstand, where he grabbed a condom out of the drawer.
“You don’t need that,” Nicole said, reaching for the big log between his thighs.
“You sure?” Winston was surprised, but he was not going to argue with her. He knew he was clean, but she couldn’t know that.
“I want to feel all of this thing,” she cooed, stroking him. “Just make sure you pull out, okay, baby? I’m on the pill, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
“I’m good with that.”
Nicole was like a doll in his arms when he grabbed and kissed her. She seemed even more turned on tasting herself. If she liked pussy, Winston wondered if she’d ever tasted Jessica. He didn’t see the sweet blonde doing that, but maybe he could find out one day. Having Nicole and Jessica in bed together would be quite the achievement.
Winston rolled Nicole onto her back, his cock bouncing against her smooth, shiny mound. She held her legs spread wide and back against her chest, her hands behind her knees. He hovered over her as his big head split her lips open. She was so wet he pushed inside easily, but she was tight as a glove around him. Winston worked his cock nice and slow, pushing a little deeper, waiting, then going deeper on the next thrust. Nicole’s eyes were closed and she was tense. Her lips were just slightly parted and little moans escaped them as he pushed into her.
“That pussy’s nice and tight,” he moaned, working into her. He was surprised she hadn’t asked him to stop and pushed him away yet. It was what he expected from a slight girl like her, but she was taking it like a champ. Nicole really knew how to handle a cock. He loved it.
“Gimme that fucking cock,” she moaned. “I’m not made of china.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
“Just gimme that goddam cock,” she demanded.
Okay, he thought. I’m gonna tear that pussy up.
Winston drove his spike into her, but he still didn’t go all the way. Nicole’s eyes popped open and she wailed. He couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain, but he was not stopping now. He leaned in and thrust harder. Her wail was louder and she clawed at his dark, muscular arms. She looked startled. She was incredibly tight around him, but she was so wet that as he worked into a rhythm she took every last inch of him. His balls bounced against her tight ass.
“Oh fuck,” she grunted. “Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck!”
“You like that big dick?” he moaned, picking up speed.
Nicole was like a second skin around him. The little brunette was so sexy he didn’t think he could hold out very long, but he knew he had to impress. He was sure Nicole would be dying to give Jessica a full report, and the blonde had to be jealous and curious.
“Oh fuck yes…”
“Tell me how much you love this big black dick, baby.”
“I love it. I fucking love it. Oh fuck! Fuck me!”
Winston loved her filthy mouth and he wanted more. “Love that tight white pussy…”
“Oh fuck…”
“Gonna fuck that pussy all night.”
“Yesss…please yesss…”
Winston leaned in close, his sweat dripping into her hair. The mattress groaned beneath them and she locked her legs around his waist, while stretching her arms over her head and smacking the wall. She tried to work her hips to meet him, but Winston was in total control. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. The points of her nipples dragged his chest, but he held his full weight off of her. He didn’t want to crush the petite girl.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…so fucking good…”
“You gonna come on my black dick?”
“Oh GOD yes!”
“I’m…I’m…I’m gonna come…”
“Say it, Nic! Tell me!” he demanded.
“Fuck…you fucking bastard…fuck me! I’m…I’m…I’m fucking coming on YOUR BIG BLACK DICK! FUCK ME!”
Nicole screeched so loud she nearly blew his eardrum out. He hammered down into her, despite how tightly she locked around him. Her legs were so strong around his waist that he lifted her off the bed a little every time before slamming her back down. Her incredible cunt finally got the best of him and he put a hand on her flat belly, forcing her to the bed while he pulled back. He was barely out of her when his thick seed blasted from the fat head of his cock. He shot from her cunt to her belly button, and then across her tits. Winston took control of his shaft and jerked the remainder of his white cream onto her belly and tits. She looked sexy as hell when he was done.
Nicole stared up at Winston with a huge smile. She reached for his prick, marveling that he hadn’t gone fully soft. Even semi-erect, she couldn’t close her hand around him. He fell onto his back and she rolled onto her side, still playing with him. She gave him a deep, long kiss.
“That was…” she stammered. “I have no words. Holy shit, where’ve you been all my life?”
“You should have come down to the ‘hood sooner, Nic.”
She laughed. “You like fucking white girls like me, don’t you?” When he didn’t answer, but stared at her, she went on. “Cut the crap, Winston. All that ‘you love my black dick’ bullshit. You get off thinking you’re deflowering some prissy white girl, don’t you?”
“I know I didn’t deflower you.” He laughed heartily.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, it’s fun to play the part. I’ve found you girls like it as much as I do.”
“Hey, that might be racist,” she complained light-heartedly.
“Everyone has certain expectations. Some are bad—a lot are bad—and some are fun. Yeah, I like taking a white girl like you and blowing her mind. Nothing wrong with that. I like taking a pretty girl like you out and seeing all the crackers stare.”
“Well, consider my mind blown. And you can take me anywhere you want.”
“Sweet, girl.” They kissed again.
“But I don’t know why you’re assuming you’re my first black guy.”
Winston raised his eyebrows.
“I can play the part, too. Oh, don’t hurt me with your giant black penis! Don’t break me!”
They both laughed hysterically.
“Now are we going to keep talking all night, or are you really going to fuck me?”
Winston looked down and saw she had him rock hard again. “I guess I need to see if I can break you.”
“Not if I break you first.”
Nicole swung a leg over Winston and straddled him, smiling as she lowered herself onto his shaft. Winston wondered if he’d gotten more than he’d bargained for.
eight
It was late and Jess was exhausted, but the chaos was over. Maddy was in bed and the house was cleaned up from the birthday party. Jess was freshly showered and should have been in bed already, but she was distracted. The urge to peek past the curtains in the front window and look up the street was too strong. She couldn’t get out of her mind that Nicole was in Winston’s house.
The moon was only a sliver in the sky, but in their neighborhood that hardly mattered. The streets were always bathed in yellow-orange from the streetlights that cast weird shadows under the trees that lined the street. But it was dim enough that she could clearly see the light on upstairs in Winston’s house a fe
w doors down. It had to be the master bedroom because all the houses were laid out the same. She stared up at the window as if she could see through the shade if she stared hard enough. Jess avoided thinking about why she was so fixated.
Jess had not been at the window the entire time, so it was possible that Nicole had left. Her friend could have just stopped in for a quick beer and then gone home, but Jess knew Nicole better than that. She would not have stopped into Winston’s just for a beer. Jess wasn’t surprised at Nicole, but she didn’t want to think Winston was that kind of guy.
That was not fair, she knew. Wasn’t every man that kind of guy? Kyle would probably have done the same if he were single. Sometimes she wondered what went on while her husband was away for business. It wasn’t that she did not trust him. She loved and trusted Kyle, but it was only natural for the mind to go certain places. Men cheating while on their business trips was such a cliché, but it had become one because it really happened. A man on the road gets lonely coming back to a cold, empty hotel bed every night. Usually their Skyping was reserved for Maddy to say goodnight to her daddy, but sometimes Jess and Kyle spoke later. They had flirted with getting dirty on Skype, but she had not been able to bring herself to do it—not yet. She had texted him some naughty pictures while he was away—but no one else would have considered them risqué.
Kyle was a good looking man. Jess could see a co-worker taking him to dinner, then a nightcap, and anything could happen from there. He wouldn’t even have to be looking to cheat—sometimes things just happen.
They had joked that they would each kill the other if they were caught cheating. But reality was more nuanced than that. Kyle had said before that he couldn’t see easily throwing a marriage away over a onetime slip, and Jess felt the same. She would not leave Kyle if she discovered he’d committed an indiscretion while away for work. She wouldn’t be happy, but she wouldn’t end it. An affair would be trickier, but she would look inward first, to figure out what was wrong between them. Jess truly felt that people in happy marriages do not have affairs. And they were happy—mostly.
Jess moved away from the window, determined to put whatever her friends were doing out of her mind. They were two consenting adults who had every right to go off and have fun together. Causal sex wasn’t wrong just because she had always been more of a relationship girl. She forced herself to wish them well and hoped they were enjoying themselves. Jess would know if they had. Nicole loved to share details, particularly after a wild night. So why was Jess so sure a night with Winston would be so wild? Get your mind out of the gutter, she told herself.
The problem was, after wallowing in the gutter her mind had the rest of her worked up and ready to have some fun of her own. Kyle was upstairs in the bedroom, so she double checked all the locks and shut out all the lights. He had a book in his lap when she came into the bedroom, but his eyes were sagging and he didn’t notice she was there. She posed in the doorway, but he still didn’t notice.
Her soft gray tank and shorts sleep set wasn’t the sexiest thing she could have been wearing, but it showed a lot of leg and a sliver of her flat belly when she moved. The old hardwood floor creaked when she came into the room, but Kyle still didn’t react—not even when she stood at the foot of the bed, hands resting on the rail of the footboard. She tossed her top onto the bed, but nope—still no reaction. The overhead light was on, so he had to see her. His eyes were half-closed, but his steady breathing signaled he was already asleep.
With a sigh, Jess gave up and turned out all the lights before putting her top back on and climbing into bed. When her eyes adjusted, she could still see shapes and shadows by the dim light seeping through the blinds. Blackout curtains were on the agenda for re-doing the bedroom. At least it was dark enough that she couldn’t see the ramshackle condition of their bedroom. She stared up at the ceiling and willed herself to go to sleep. It should have been easy, given her day, but that nagging need would not go away—even as she purposely did not think about what was going on up the street. She could wake Kyle up, and he would probably rise to the occasion, but she was annoyed that he was too out of it to respond to her not-so-subtle come on, so she decided he could miss out. She didn’t need him.
Her new best friend came out of the nightstand drawer. It had never happened before when Kyle was home, but desperate times called for desperate measures. It was small, with a pastel pink silicone sheath, and had six settings, which were activated by the click of a button. The most inconvenient aspect of the toy was that it charged off of a USB port. It was hardly something she wanted to leave hanging out of her laptop or phone charger. Luckily, she didn’t need to recharge it often. The different settings controlled the toy’s speed and pulsing patterns, but she only ever used the one. Jess was a simple woman like that. She found something that got the job done and she stuck with it.
Two clicks set the toy to steady buzzing with medium power. The highest setting made her head spin, and the pulses were too distracting. The comforter muffled the sound, and when she glanced over she saw that Kyle didn’t stir. She pulled her shorts out of the way and touched the tip to her lips. She jumped at the contact, as she always did, and closed her eyes with a soft gasp. It glided over her smoothly-shaved lips. Jess was always meticulously groomed down there—the way she was everywhere else—with just a soft, blonde strip above the lips. Her tongue peaked up from her lips as the toy pressed between her lips down below, the vibes pulsing through her entire mound. Whenever she had the time, she liked to tease herself a bit, rather than just going in for the kill. But tonight she was really horny, and even that discreet stimulation had her moaning as she lightly moved the toy over herself.
Jess tried to fight it, but her mind went there as she masturbated. She could see Nicole’s petite form against Winston’s huge, muscular body. He was shirtless and her hands were so pale on his dark chest. Jess gasped, moving the toy higher. It hadn’t touched her clit and she was already gasping and making little cooing sounds as she rode the growing wave of pleasure higher. She touched herself through the tank top, and then moved her hand underneath. Fingers plucked at her nipples and her back arched, pressing her head back into the cushy pillow. Would Winston’s touch Nicole as gently as she touched herself? She imagined he was a sensitive lover who would bring her along slowly, but then she thought of him powerfully taking her friend, and Jess cried out in the darkened bedroom.
Even with her squirming and moaning, Kyle had not stirred. She spread her legs as widely as the shorts would allow. The toy buzzed right to her clit. Jess hissed in response, rubbing the toy in tight little circles over her clit—through the hood. A direct touch would be too much. She kept as quiet as she could, but with the buzzing right on her clit Jess couldn’t control herself any longer. Her friends were out of her mind, but her brain did lock in on when Winston held her earlier in the basement and how it felt to be in his arms. She cried out wordlessly and snapped her thighs shut, muffling the toy, but keeping the vibrations exactly where she needed them. The wave of her orgasm came crashing around her and her entire body tensed—from her curling toes to her squeezed-shut eyes.
A high-pitched squeal—barely audible—escaped her lips, and then she went slack. She had to quickly pull the toy away. It was too much now. The climax left her throbbing and spent, but not smiling. If anything, Jess was confused by the jumble of visions that forced themselves on her brain. She was too exhausted to try and make sense of them now. Everything was pushed aside, and she returned her toy to the nightstand drawer. Jess fixed her bedclothes, and when she rolled onto her side sleep came easy this time.
nine
Winston was on his stoop early Monday morning. He wanted to be sure not to miss Jessica when she left. Kyle was out early, as usual, and Winston had watched him depart with a satisfied smile. He seemed like a nice guy, and the more Winston got to know him the more he liked him. That could have complicated things, but Winston was not to be deterred. He would still fuck Kyle’s wife. It wasn’t like
they were really friends. He would have never said two words to the guy if he wasn’t seducing Jessica.
It was a sticky morning in the city, and he dreaded the coming afternoon heat. His tight, white ribbed undershirt clung to his ebony skin, and he could feel the thick air on him like a wet blanket. He was used to it, having grown up in a house with no air conditioning, but he didn’t like it. The first thing he did when he had his own place was to install a massive window unit that kept the place like a meat locker. The electric bills didn’t matter. He could worry about that later. The weekend hadn’t been so bad, but he’d cranked the air Sunday afternoon when the humidity began to climb—right after Nicole left.
Nicole spending the night had been something of a surprise. She did not strike Winston as the type who spent the night. She seemed like the hit-it-quick-and-move-on type. But then, he knew he’d given her the fucking of a lifetime Saturday night, so she probably wanted to stick around for more. That was just what happened in the morning. Nicole woke him up with her lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted to fuck her pretty little face, but he sat back and let her work her magic. He liked watching her shiny black hair bounce as she bobbed on him. She didn’t need urging to take him deep like the night before anyway. Nicole swallowed him until she was ready to choke. It was tempting to come down her throat—or all over her face—but he decided to give her what she craved instead. Besides, he loved her tight little pussy, and as fun as a blowjob was, it never took the place of a good fucking. Afterward, he made her a late breakfast before sending her on her way. She put his number in her phone and he wondered if he would hear from her. He’d be happy to see her again. She was a nice distraction while he was working up to the main event.
Jessica popped out of the door with Maddy in tow, looking harried as usual. The pair seemed to perennially be running late. Her leather briefcase was slung over her shoulder and both her hands were full. The little girl followed her mother, not looking happy to be pulled out the door. Winston knew Maddy was attending a local summer program—a cross between daycare and summer camp—while her parents were at work.
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