by T. L. Tate
I wanted to choke her. I really did. Instead I caved.
I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.
See that it doesn’t. Hurry back…Lover! LOL
I had to find a way out of her clutches. She was evil. Pure evil. But how? She had me right where she wanted me. If she showed Jen that video she took of us on the couch the night that she drugged me then I would lose it all. My stress was at an all time high. But standing here steaming wouldn’t fix anything. So without a plan, I ordered some take out and then jumped in the shower.
By the time I made it back, Jessa and Jen were showered and relaxing. One with a glass of Pinot Grigio, and the other with a glass of mango juice.
“Hey babe!” Jen jumped up to greet me and like always, seeing her made me feel like I could run a marathon and never get tired. I kissed her and felt refreshed.
“Hey, Lance.” Jessa stood right behind her, a knowing smirk on her face. I was really beginning to hate that smirk. “Did you bring the food?”
I raised the bag over my head. “Yep.”
“Good. I’ll go get the plates.” She took the bag from my hand, her fingers lingering on my hand for a bit too long.
As we ate, the girls talked about their plans. Jessa didn’t plan on looking for work. Frankly, she really didn’t need to. She still had access to Richard’s bank accounts; besides, her trust fund has remained untouched so even if she divorced Richard, she wouldn’t have to worry about money. As they started talking about the OB/GYN appointment later this week, I heard my phone buzz. It was my parents. I went in another room to take it. Once I came back they were right where I left them.
“Who was that, honey?”
“It was my mom. She just updating me on the twins.”
“Everything’s okay, I hope.” Jessa’s eyes displayed obvious concern. It was her one and only saving grace. Out of all the lies and manipulations she employed, the one thing that was honest was her affection for my children. She genuinely cared for Aesop and Avi and it showed.
I sat down calmly. “Yeah, everything’s fine. They want to come by and see your new place though.”
Jessa let out a low sigh of relief, which I saw Jen smile at. I wasn’t the only one that noticed how in love she had become with our children. Jen reached over and grabbed Jessa’s hand. “Will it be okay if they come over for a little while?”
Jessa didn’t hesitate. “Of course! Those little monsters are welcome here anytime!”
Jen laughed. “Okay. Well, I think it’s my turn to get some fresh air.” She looked at me and smiled. “I’m going to go to Mom and Dad’s and pick them up. We’ll be back in a little while.”
I loved how freely Jen called my parents Mom and Dad. Although, my parents were reluctant at first when I started dating Jen, they warmed up to her ridiculously quickly. I knew that my parents wanted me to find another Black woman to marry but I found Jen instead. Its not like I was looking for love when it happened but that was just what I found. My parents understood. But…the same couldn’t be said for Jen’s parents. Of course, having a Black son-in-law wasn’t in tune with their WASP-y nature and they showed their displeasure as propriety allowed. While they didn’t come out and say ‘Don’t marry the Black guy’, they’ve never been out to our home and haven’t even seen their grandchildren. But I didn’t care. Their racist attitudes were their problem, not mine. And if that prevented them from meeting the sweetest children that have ever graced this planet then they were the idiots that lost out. I half expected the same from Jessa but she doesn’t suffer the same hang-ups that her parents did. No, she saw those two kids and melted. If I had anything good to say about Jessa it would be that she was actually a great aunt to my kids.
My parents lived half an hour (one-way) away from us. That means given travel time and the time it took to actually wrangle two 4-year olds in the car, I was looking at 1 ½ or maybe 2 hours alone with Jessa. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what she would want to spend her time doing.
Jen took her plate to the sink. “So what are you guys going to do while I’m gone?”
While I stammered, Jessa calmly spoke. “Well, I wanted to hang some window treatments. Maybe you could help with that, Lance.”
I remembered her earlier threat. “Y-yeah. No problem.”
Jen smiled and chirped, “Awesome! Okay, well I’m going to head out. Be back in an hour or so.” She kissed me on the lips and then kissed Jessa on the cheek. Once she was out of the door, I watched her drive away. I’ve avoided being alone with Jessa for two days now, but that was all over.
When I turned I half expected Jessa to be half naked. Instead, I found her going through one of the left over boxes. She pulled out a couple packages of curtains that were unopened and sat them on a table by the window. She picked up each one and held it against the wall.
“Lance, come here will you? I need your opinion.”
I did as I was told. She held up two packages and held them on either side of the window.
“Which of these do you think would look better?”
I was confused. Wasn’t she going to ravage me? Isn’t this the chance she had been waiting on? What the hell was wrong with me? Why should I care if we don’t have sex? I should be happy. It’s not like I want to have sex with her anyway.
“Umm, I don’t know. The purple and gold one seems nice but I also like the green and white one.”
“Hmm.” She pulled them closer and took a closer look at them. “No, I don’t like either. Do me a favor and reach into that box back there and grab out the sapphire one.”
“Sapphire?”
“Yeah. You’ll see it. It’s right on top.”
I did see it. It was right where she said it would be. I grabbed the package and walked it over towards her. “Here you go.”
“Can you open it and hang it up? I want to get a better look at it.”
I did as I was told. Standing with my back facing the room, I reached up as I held onto her curtains. “Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that. Don’t move.” I heard her shuffling around as she moved to get a better look at the curtains. A couple of minutes in and I felt her coming closer. “Yeah, I like that. I like that a lot.”
I froze. She was standing right against me and even without looking I could tell she was naked. Her large breasts and prominent nipples rubbed against my back, as her tight stomach touched me. I felt her hands as her arms slowly wrapped around me and pushed me against the wall.
“J-Jessa.”
“Shut up.” Her face rested against my back as she breathed in deeply. “Mmmm, I’ve missed this.” Her hands rubbed my chest and moved down my stomach into the waist of my shorts. “God! It’s so hot. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me.”
“Jessa, please. Don’t.”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Goddamn it! Don’t you get it by now? You don’t have a choice? Your tight little black ass is my bitch! That means you do as I say. Capiche?”
I nodded in silence.
“Good. Now drop the curtain and pick me up. I want you to carry me to my bedroom.”
I dropped the curtain and turned as she ordered. At about 5’8”, Jessa looked like the perfect depiction of westernized beauty. Her long blonde hair was tied loosely at the top of her head so that strands fell in an elegant fashion against her face and down her back. Her green eyes were bright and intelligent. Her lips were plump and glossy. Her large breasts were winning the war against gravity as her nipples were upturned and pointed towards my eyes. Her slender figure opened up to a delicate pair of hips, which led to a sturdy backside. Her shaved mound was highlighted by a clit that, even at this moment, looked swollen and ready for attention. Her legs were strong and seemed like they could and would crush you under her lovemaking.
Despite her obvious attractiveness, she wasn’t for me. Jen was. Jen was everything that I wanted but to keep her I had to do this. I had to have sex with her sister or else Jessa would do everything in her power to dest
roy Jen and everything that she holds dear. I had to protect my wife. I had to protect my love.
Bending forward, I lifted her in my arms and carried her (princess-style) up the stairs. Once we were in her room, I gently laid her on the bed and stood back up. She spread her legs wide and smiled.
“Kiss me.” Pushing her back on the bed, I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Her tongue was in my mouth within half a second. Her hands tore at my t-shirt while her legs wrapped around my lower half.
She was panting and was clearly enjoying it. Although I didn’t know if she was enjoying it so much for the pure sexuality of it all or if it was because of her sadistic nature. Either way, she was getting what she wanted. Releasing me, she placed her hand on my head and pressed down. “Eat me out.” It wasn’t a request.
I remembered her threat from the last time that we did this. If she didn’t think that I was giving her my all, then she would send that video to Jen. If I fantasized about Jen, in order to get myself off and she found out, she would send that video to Jen. If I didn’t please her how she wanted to be pleased, she would send that video to Jen. Basically, I was her human vibrator or to be more accurate, I was her sex slave.
Her legs were spread wide but once I was between her thighs, I pulled her legs to my shoulders while jamming my face in her cunt.
I watched her reactions. As my thick tongue spread her wet lips, she threw her head back. “Ahhhh! Fuck!”
Her hands squeezed her breasts but avoided her nipples. I thought this was odd. The only thing I could suspect was that she wanted more but was afraid of tossing herself over the edge. I wasn’t afraid. The sooner she came the sooner I could go wash off the shame.
I reached up and grabbed her large orbs. Pressing my hand to her chest, a good portion of her chest overflowed from my palms. It didn’t matter. I rolled her breasts, applying pressure from the base towards her nipples. While steadily licking her slit, I continued to slowly work my way towards her nipples. Once her hips started moving against my face and while her mouth hanged open, sloppily, I went in for the quick finish.
Her chest was heaving as she moaned, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” She was ready. I unrelentingly pinched her nipples and pulled them tightly. The sudden pain caused her to scream, “Shit!” In the same breath, the sudden pleasure caused her to scream, “More! More! Please, give it to me!”
I pulled my head back to tease her. Her eyes opened immediately. They were wild. She was right on the cusp. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop, baby. I need this so bad. I’m so close. Please. Please!”
In our ‘relationship’ this was one of the few times where I could be dominant over her. I enjoyed these small moments because it showed me that she wasn’t 100% in control. Still, why poke a sleeping bear? Especially, when that bear had the power to eradicate my entire world.
Without an ounce of joy, I wrapped my lips around her clit. I gently rolled her bean on my tongue. The contradiction between the hard nipple action and my tenderness on her clit pushed her too far.
She held my head as she stared at me through water-filled eyes. Her mouth was open as her chest heaved against my hand. “Th-th-thank…you! Yes! Thank you! Th-that’s it. Oh God! I-I-I! Ah fuck!” Her hands and thighs were the first to start shaking. That was followed by her stomach and then moved up to her chest. By that point, her head was pushed back so far in her pillows that I could only see the bottom of her chin, and a part of her neck. I released her nipples and slowly massaged her breasts in the opposite direction so that the pressure moved from her nipples to her outer-breasts. At the same time, I released her clit. When I did, she sighed loudly. Her hands shot down to my face as she desperately pulled me towards her.
I had hoped that she would be spent, and from the look of release in her eyes, I could say that she was close. Unfortunately, she wasn’t close enough. “Kiss me. Please.” Normally, when she ordered me to do something her eyes were as hard and impassive as a mountain. So you can understand why I was taken aback when I saw a bit of softness there. Still, that didn’t distract me for long. Despite the ‘please’, it was still an order. I knew that and I obeyed.
When my lips touched hers, she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on for dear life. When she finally released me, I hoped that we were finished. “Take off your clothes.” No such luck.
As I stood before her, as naked as the day I was born, she reached out and grabbed my hand. I toppled easily as she pulled me towards the bed. She was on top of me within moments. Her hands went to my chest as she ran her nails through my chest hair. Straddling me, she rubbed her warm and wet pussy up and down the length of my cock. Despite my hatred my body still responded. As my cock filled with blood her mouth opened in ecstatic glee.
“I’m going to fuck you today, Lance. I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” She bent forward and kissed my lips and then moved towards my neck. She was nibbling and kissing on my neck when I felt her tilt her hips at an odd angle. Once my hard cock was against her entrance, she pressed back.
As I slowly spread her out, she bit me hard. She was so tight that I couldn’t help it when I moaned. “Mmmm!”
I felt her smile. “You like that tight pussy, baby? I bet it’s the tightest you’ve ever had. It’s just for you too. I’m not fucking anybody else.”
That’s right! Jen told me that the only person Jessa’s ever been with was Richard. That makes me the second man she’s ever slept with. Yay me. Yeah, I rolled my eyes at the thought.
Putting my focus back on Jessa, I grunted in assent. Yes, she was tighter than anyone else that I’ve been with but beyond that it all felt so wrong. Jen’s body, both inside and out, was the perfect partner for me. Our compatibility was incomparable. But I didn’t say this to Jessa. Instead, I grabbed her hips as she moved up and down shallowly.
When I squeezed her ass she yelped. “Yes!” But her lips never left my body. As she pressed down further, her lips moved from my neck to my chest. She was licking my nipple when I pressed myself in the air, suddenly taking more of her than she expected. She gasped for air as her face turned to the side. Resting her face on my chest, she squeaked each time I pressed inside of her. Soon she was bouncing on top of me in response to my efforts.
“Fuck me! It feels so good, baby. You feel so good!”
I was pounding her because I wanted this to be done with quickly. When she was close she sat back and stared down at me. Her hands were firmly on my chest as she lifted her body in the air. She was nodding wordlessly. I knew what she was trying to say. She was telling me that she was close and to give it all to her. So I clenched my teeth and tightened my core. Within moments I was pounding her so hard and fast that the loud slapping of my balls against her ass sounded like the roaring or applauds.
She continued to watch me as best as she could, but when she came she tilted her head back, “Oooooohhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkk! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ah! Fuck!”
Exhausted and out of breath, her head fell forward as she fell down, completely putting me inside of her. She didn’t move as she gasped for air. During our romp, her hair had completely fallen out of the tie she was using. Her golden hair covered her face but I could still see two emerald jewels staring at me. After a couple of minutes I saw her teeth as she smiled. Sitting back, she flipped her hair behind her head.
“That was incredible.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I wasn’t.
“I hope you don’t think we’re finished.”
“I don’t.” I did.
“Good.”
“Yeah.” It wasn’t.
She started rolling her hips. Every time I felt a particularly bumpy area of her pussy, she would grimace and her face would twitch. On the sixth or seventh rotation, she started to gasp as I rubbed against that spot. I made a mental note of this. I found her spot. That would help in the future when I want to get this over with quickly.
Despite her earlier claims that she was going to fuck me hard, she was being oddly tender. But we wer
e running out of time. I moved my hands to her hips again, ready to pound her once more. But when I did she reached down and grabbed both of my hands and pulled them off of her body and slammed then against my pillow where my head was resting.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I was confused.
She smiled down at me, her face mere inches away. “I don’t want that. I want…” She looked away.
“Huh? I don’t understand.”
When she looked back at me, there was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes. “I want to find something that works for you.”
I blinked several times. “Works for me? Why?” It’s not like it was a stupid question. She knew that she had my nuts in a vice so I would do whatever she said. Since when does she care what I want?”
“I-I-I don’t want to be the only one to enjoy it. I want to find your spot so that it feels good for you.” Her face was red. Of course, that could’ve been because she was mindlessly rubbing her sensitive spot against my cock over and over again.
“I don’t get it. Why?”
Her embarrassment gave way to frustration, “Why? Who cares? It’s what I want! Got it?”
“Yeah. Okay.” I didn’t fully believe her and her next words only made that doubt more apparent.
Her words came out so fast that it seemed like she was likely trying to convince herself of something instead of trying to convince me. “What? You think I care about you? I don’t. I just want you to cum and I want you to fill me up with your seed. So it makes sense that I’d want to know what works for you in the bedroom.”
To punctuate her claims she slowly started moving her hips in small circles while moving so that I went in and out of her with the same exaggerated slowness. At first her eyes were tightly shut but after a minute or two, she opened her eyes as she studied me. Her bright green eyes were focused on every twitch, grimace and shudder that her slow sex manipulated from me. Every once in a while she would hit a spot that made my teeth clench, causing me to grip her hips a little harder while a pleasurable moan would escape my lips. She was paying close attention to the changes that her movements caused. After several passes, she started focusing on moving just the right way as to cause my toes to curl. Despite my mental and spiritual distaste for what was happening, my body loved it.
