******** GOES BLACK Pt 2
Jay's balls were slapping furiously against her clit now, in an urgent rhythm, as he desperately strained to reach his orgasm. His hands were gripping her sides as he rammed away at the round little ass in front of him. But while he was presently fucking Celeste Harris, a 45 year old secretary from the English department at the University where he worked, in his mind he was 6 miles away in his ********'s bedroom. In his mind he was the young black man that he had witnessed fucking his ******** just five days ago, and the ass in front of him was merely a plaything that allowed him to act out the scene he had watched through his ********'s bedroom window.
Jay reached down and grabbed his date for the evening by the ankles. He lifted her feet off the bed about four inches, allowing him deeper access. He was rewarded by a series of loud moans as he drove into Celeste harder and faster. He looked down at her tight bottom, which was still very firm for a woman her age, and then closed his eyes, imagining that of his ******** Jaime. The vision of the massive black shaft of his ********'s lover was practically burned into his brain. And while he had a more than ample eight inches, he couldn't help but feel small as he pictured those two huge black balls shoved flat against his ********'s pussy lips, filling her with what had to be about ten inches of cock.
With a roar, he pulled out of Celeste, and flipped her over on to her back. She quickly wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles tightly behind his ass as he found his stroke yet again. He buried his head in the blankets above her shoulder, trying to force every last inch of his cock into the pussy, trying to recall every image he had seen that night. Celeste came with a scream, digging her nails into his back. Jay never broke stride, his eyes screwed shut, his ass pumping feverishly as he imagined he was the black stud about to fill his ********'s 20 year old pussy with cum. A few brutal strokes later he felt his balls start to twitch, felt his orgasm marching smartly up the shaft of his cock, and with a final screaming push he released inside her, thrust after thrust of glorious, mind numbing relief, a momentary lapse in the torture that had wracked his brain since last Friday night.
After catching his breath, Jay opened his eyes and looked down at Celeste. She was still lost in the moment, still tightly wrapped around his muscular body, still grinding her hips against him and breathing heavily. With a sigh, Jay relaxed his arms and collapsed on top of her. His dick was starting to get soft and he could feel his cum dribbling down his balls. Now he had satisfied his need, and he turned his attention to a more pressing matter, getting the hell out of Celeste's house as quickly as possible.
With profuse apologies, the excuse of an early morning meeting, and countless promises of a repeat performance that weekend, Jay was on his way within thirty minutes, headed home with a happy cock but a troubled mind. He had been like this since seeing Jaime and her black lover last Friday night, unable to concentrate and trapped in a constant and almost painful state of sexual arousal. Celeste had come on to him since the day he joined the faculty at the school. Unwilling to get wrapped up in the affairs of a recently divorced but still damned attractive woman, he had politely resisted her advances for most of a year. But after seeing his tiny twenty year old ******** stuffed full of the biggest dick he had ever laid eyes on, he had quickly moved to take Celeste up on her offer. After a nice dinner and almost two bottles of wine she had proved to be a very accommodating and accomplished partner.
Physically, she was a somewhat fitting stand-in for Jaime he thought. Standing only 5'4" and with a curvy if not still somewhat trim body, she was at least close enough in appearance to allow Jay to slip off to fantasy land while he sampled her pleasures and imagined over and over what he had seen that night. And as he pointed his car towards home, he replayed the scene in his head yet again.
Jaime had returned home from a night out with a college basketball player in tow. A young man who was nationally known, a local hero likely to be selected in the NBA draft someday. His ******** had stripped, sucked, and somehow fucked a cock that resembled a compact car, in size, and she handled it like she had been doing it for years. And Jay had watched the whole thing from the porch roof outside her window.
It didn't surprise him that she knew the guy, she had been on a rotation as a student athletic trainer with the basketball team the previous spring, and would continue on until the end of the next semester. Before that she had served as a manager for the women's volleyball team, so Jay was quite sure that she had come in to close contact with him and many other athletes and was probably friendly with most of them. Jaime had always been outgoing and upbeat, and she seemed to make friends easily.
As he pulled up the darkened street to his house he saw the lights were out. But the living room was illuminated by the flicker of a television set. It was almost midnight and Jaime would most likely be watching Letterman or Leno, something they often did together before heading off to bed. He eased the car back the driveway and parked and quietly made his way through the tall fence surrounding the back yard. He slid the patio door open and padded into the dining room, which was next to the living room. He could hear the television blasting from the kitchen. Jaime was there alright, asleep in his easy chair, remote control firmly gripped in her hand. How she could sleep with all the racket from the TV he didn't know, but he wasn't about to wake her.
Jay took a moment to look her over. She was in a tank top, and a tiny pair of red cotton shorts. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a pile on top of her head and he let his gaze wander over the tanned legs and up to her chest, which was rising and falling in a slow rhythm as she slept. She had been a gymnast all through high school, and a damned good one too as he recalled. All of the training and work throughout the years showed in her form, not as muscular as it had once been but was now perfectly toned and curvy. Even though she was only 5'3" tall, she had a very statuesque build, a perfectly flat stomach, and a round ass set off by her strong thighs.
Jay crept into the living room and sat down on the loveseat. It was slightly behind the chair and in the shadows of the living room he was quite invisible to her. He turned his body sideways and laid his head on the edge of the loveseat. From here he could still see the rise of her breasts, and the slope down her stomach as she reclined in the chair. He continued to admire her form, all the while running through the mixed feelings of guilt and lust that had risen in him for the past week. Even though he had just left Celeste's house less than half an hour ago, he could feel the stirring in his pants yet again. And he wondered how he was ever going to chase the feelings he was having from his head.
A sudden commercial break pumped the volume to a higher level. Jaime stirred in her chair, and Jay quickly closed his eyes as he laid on the loveseat, so if she woke up and saw him, she would merely think he was also sleeping. It wasn't unusual for them to fall asleep late at night and for one to send the other off to bed in the early hours.
Jaime was awake now, but barely it seemed. She flicked through a couple of channels on the remote, and stopped on Black Entertainment Television. Jay was breathing as quietly and slowly as he could, which was unnecessary as the din from a music video would have probably muffled a barking dog. Jaime stirred again, re-adjusting in her chair and settling back once again. He noticed the video featured some hip-hop star or another, shirtless and muscular, his tattoos dark and black and covering his arms and chest. As far as he could tell, the video was basically an excuse to showcase young black girls in string bikinis shaking their asses in front of a camera.
The video that followed seemed to be a carbon copy of the first, a different but equally attractive black man surrounded by incredibly curvaceous young woman wearing next to nothing. Jay noticed that Jaime was a bit more alive now, her fingers were nervously stroking the remote control in her right hand and her chest was rising and falling a lot faster than it had been a moment ago. As the tempo of the music picked up Jay noticed that Jaime was moving slowly in the seat, her left hand which had been out of sight now slowly stroked up and over her breasts, gliding over the fabric of her tank top and pausing slightly as she gently pressed the palm of her hand against each nipple.
Jay was now barely able to contain his ragged breathing as he realized that Jaime was turning on while watching these young black men. Still oblivious to his presence, Jaime started to pick up the pace now. The remote control in her right hand was gliding up and down around her thighs, and she paused momentarily to push the end of it against her clit, grinding her hips upward against the hard black plastic. Her left hand was now playing under her shirt, and he could see the bottom of her tits protruding from under the thin fabric. He could see her fingers slowly encircle her left nipple and pinch it, which brought a sudden, small cry from her lips.
It was as if someone had thrown a switch at that moment. Jaime responded to her own touch urgently. Digging her heels in against the extended foot of the recliner, her hips shot upwards and she arched her back. Dropping the remote onto her stomach momentarily, she yanked the thin cotton shorts down just past her knees. They stretched violently against her calves as she slammed her thighs apart. Jay's breathing was now coming and going in long pulls from his chest as he knew that he simply couldn't let his gorgeous young ******** know he was in the room. His cock was bulging against his zipper, which was already tight against him as he lay awkwardly on the loveseat.
Jaime wasted little time getting to the point. Her eyes never left the television screen as she pulled both of her tits out of the tiny tank top, a steady motion on both of her nipples as she pulled and teased. She slid at least two fingers in to her pussy, just how many Jay couldn't tell in the darkness, but whatever she was doing it was quickly driving her over the edge. She was moaning softly to herself now, the word "yeah, yeah, yeah" coming out in time with each stroke of her hand. Her palm was smacking against her clit and he could practically hear the wetness inside her as she tightened every muscle in her body against her own hand. Soon, Jay could see her head tossing from side to side, and now there was no mistaking her motions even in the shadows. She paused for a brief moment, rubbing her entire hand around, spreading the wetness over her lips, and all her fingers. And with a smooth motion her hips shot upwards again, and Jay could plainly see that his ******** was pushing all four fingers and her thumb against her mound.
It was a battle she seemed determined to win, and the sight was almost too much to bear. Cum was trickling from the end of his dick and he thought he might just go off in his pants. Jaime was grunting now, literally trying to shove all five of her fingers and her hand inside her pussy. Her hips were grinding upwards and he could see her nipples standing upright as she abandoned them to push on the back of her hand in a desperate effort to stretch herself even wider. He could see the reflection of her juices on her hand, and fingers, the tightened muscles in her stomach pushing out as the shadows played on her body's muscular definition. Suddenly, and without any warning, Jaime cried out, slamming her ass down hard against the recliner, her head and shoulders coming completely off the chair back. Her mouth was open and her eyes were now shut tightly as she still pushed her body against her hands. A few more small moans escaped her as her back gently eased against the chair again. She raised her left hand to her lips and let her fingers trace over them, tasting her own juices moving her head around against them, lost in a blissful state.
The television was still blaring away, and both Jay and his ******** found their breathing and heart rates returning to normal. And while Jaime was for the moment satisfied, Jay had an entirely new and different problem to deal with. She was awake now, and he was laying six feet away with a massive hard-on and no easy excuses to explain his presence. He lay still as a stone, hoping that she might eventually go back to sleep, hoping that she might decide to do it again, and praying that she didn't turn her head and see her own father watching her in a most private moment. The next few moments were sheer terror and excitement as she did nothing to cover her tanned body and her hands roamed freely around her skin. Jay could see the tan lines over her breasts, the contrast from her brown skin to the pale white of her chest. And then, it happened?..
It was Jaime's cell phone! Every muscle in his body immediately tightened up, as Jaime jumped in fright. The phone was on the table and she quickly re-adjusted her top and sat up in the easy chair to reach for it. Jay, petrified at this point took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he knew that feigning sleep might be his only chance to get out of the tight spot he suddenly found himself in.
Jay had been laying quietly in the shadows on the loveseat. His ******** had just put on one hell of a show, masturbating herself to a huge orgasm. He had entered the house they shared while she was sleeping in the living room. And she had woken up just five minutes before and played with her young body while watching music videos on Black Entertainment Television.
Jaime flipped open the phone, took a peek at the display and muttered "oh shit" under her breath. Leaning forward in the chair with a deep breath, she hit the talk button and answered in a sleepy voice, "Hey Ashley, what's going on?" Jay was close enough that he could hear a loud voice from the other end of the phone. And it was clear from her ********'s body language that something was going on. "Wait, no, Ash, listen..." was all that Jaime could get in as the voice on the other end continued loudly through the earpiece. "Fuck Antoine? I didn't fuck him!" Jaime exclaimed in protest as she was quickly cut off again.
Jay knew that last statement was a lie. He had seen Jaime less than a week ago fuck Antoine right in her own bedroom. And quickly piecing what he could hear together, it seemed that the girl on the other end of the phone had found out and was less than pleased. "Ashley, look, please, you gotta listen girl. I'm telling you that's not true and whoever told you that is lying." Jaime stood up quickly and moved straight ahead to the window. She had a habit of doing that since she had been a small child, always talking on the phone and staring off through a window.
Jay considered making a break for it, but he knew that in his ********'s state she'd definitely hear him. Cracking his eyes open just a bit, Jay could see the clock on the VCR said 12:55. He had only been in the room for about ten minutes, but by now it seemed like hours. Jaime was nervously tugging at her tight cotton shorts as she desperately tried to get a word in edgewise. Excuses and denials continued to pour out but it was clear that whoever Jaime was talking to wasn't buying a word.
From his vantage point he was afforded a wonderful eye level view of his ********'s muscular legs and her perfectly round backside. But right now, ogling her body was the last thing on his mind as he was trying to figure out what to do. Pretend to be sleeping? That might work and right now it was his only chance. Although, the ringing phone and the conversation going on right now would have woken anyone.
His dilemma was solved for him less than a minute later. Jay could now hear the voice on the other end screaming, and Jaime hung her head and ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair. "Now?" Was all she got out in between bursts of yelling from the phone. "But it's one o'clock in the freaking morning Ash, can't we just talk tomorrow? I'm sure that this is all a big misunderstanding, and my *** will be home soon. I don't want him to hear all this fighting." The beaten sigh that emanated from the other side of the living room made it clear that Jaime had lost the argument. "Okay, okay," she muttered, "ten minutes, I'll be here." That was the end of the conversation, as Jaime snapped the phone shut.
Quickly turning, she went directly out of the living room into the hallway and started up the steps. With a huge sigh of relief, Jay watched his ********'s legs go up the stairs and then he quietly and quickly slipped to the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't go up now, and he didn't want Jaime to know he was home. Whatever was going on he didn't want to add to her stress at this moment, and he didn't want her to think he had been in the house while she had gotten off in the living room.
Jay tiptoed into the dining room, which was situated behind the living room. Neither of them actually walked into or through this room except on the rare occasions they ate there. He knew he could sit quietly in a corner chair and not be seen or heard from the living room or the kitchen. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen just moments ago. Even though he had just gotten laid less than an hour ago, watching her masturbate in the darkened living room had his senses raging yet again. His cock was now rock hard again as he visualized every move and sound she had made.
Ten minutes turned to fifteen, and he could hear Jaime moving around upstairs hurriedly. He had no idea who Ashley was but he could only imagine that she was the girlfriend or supposed girlfriend of the young black stud Jaime had brought home the previous week. As he heard a car pulling up in front of the house, Jaime came bouncing down the steps. She had the door open in a flash and he could hear some tense conversation from the entryway.
"What the, why are they here?" Jaime stammered. "Shut up, and fucking let us in," he heard a female voice demand, "I know all about it, Antoine told me about two hours ago, so don't even try to fucking deny it!" Some shuffling in the doorway ensued and he heard footsteps on the hallway floor. "You two sit down in here, Jaime and I are going to have a little fucking talk now." A few more moments passed and Jay heard footsteps in the living room over the din of the television. Jaime and the girl in the hall exchanged a few more words and then he could make out the sound of footsteps on the stairs yet again. Some nervous laughter erupted from the living room, obviously two boys she had brought along.
"Aw man, I don't want to be that little bitch when Ashley gets through, I ain't seen her jacked up like that in a long time!" More laughter was followed by another male voice, "She all of four foot too, when that crazy big bitch gets through with her she might only be three. What the fuck you tell her for man?" The first voice chuckled, "Fuck it man, I was having a bad night and that amazon bitch was all talking crazy like we were dating or something. So I had to remind her that I do what I want and who I want, we ain't a fucking thing, you know?"
Jay heard a loud crash from upstairs, and laughter erupted from the living room. At this moment, his parental instincts fully aroused, Jay snuck quietly into the kitchen and out the sliding door. And just as he had five nights ago, he pulled himself up onto the porch roof and crept towards Jaime's window. It was open a crack tonight, the cooler temperatures of the past few days had made the house comfortable again. He could hear yelling now, from both parties, and it was escalating quickly.
"He is mine you fucking little bitch, and if I catch you even ten feet from him I'm going to rip every hair out of your fucking head!" From his vantage point, Jay could see Ashley and he immediately recognized her. She was a girl that Jaime had brought to the house a few times when she had first moved in. Standing 6'1 and impressively built, she was towering over Jaime who was sitting quietly with her head down on the bed. "What, you don't have anything to fucking say to me? You fuck my man, you disrespect me, and that's it?"
Ashley's long black hair was flying, her head whipping around as she spoke. Her dark eyes were cutting a hole right into his ********, but he could see that Jaime was slowly becoming angry. Her head shot up and she snorted at Ashley, "well obviously you aren't fucking him good enough, or he wouldn't be coming home with me, so it's not my fault you don't know how to keep your man happy!" With that Ashley reached out and grabbed Jaime by the hair yanking her head and body towards her. "Is that it huh? You think your ass is something special? You think you got so much going on that you can fucking take him from me? Or is what I hear on campus true? That you're just a fucking skank who likes to fuck black guys. Believe me honey, whores like you are a dime a dozen, so don't play that shit with me."
With that, Ashley released Jaime's hair and pushed her back on the bed. Jaime defiantly bounced up on to her knees, as if she was about to spring towards Ashley. But she never got a chance. Moving with a quickness that belied her size, Ashley threw herself on to the bed and pinned Jaime's shoulders down with her knees. Her ass was seated firmly on Jaime's massive chest, and she leaned forward and placed her hands on Jaime's struggling arms. "Well now, you think you were gonna fucking hit me? I don't think so you fucking slut. I've had tougher bitches than you think they could take me. And here's something else, so listen up. Antoine is my fucking meal ticket, not yours. You and I both know he's going to get drafted and when that fucking bonus check hits the bank, there's gonna be a bonus baby growing right here inside this belly. So you just fucking make sure you stay out of my way."
Jaime struggled against Ashley in vain. She was a strong girl and always had been but she was no match. Ashley's long and muscular legs were flexed, and Jay could see the muscles in her shoulders and back standing out from the lace up top she was wearing. Jaime spat through her teeth, "I don't fucking want him, you can fucking have him, I'm not trying to steal him you crazy bitch!" Ashely released her grip just a touch, allowing Jaime a little room to wiggle. "So, it's true then? You just like to fuck black guys huh? I knew you were a fucking whore when you took that student trainer assignment. What is it now, five, six? Have you fucked the entire starting line-up yet?
Not a word was spoken for almost half a minute. Ashely and Jaime remained locked together, breathing heavily now, waiting for the other to make a move. It was Ashley that broke the silence. "Well, we'll just have to test the theory if you won't fucking answer me, you just stay right here, and if you so much as think about getting off this bed I'm going to throw you out that window you slut."
Ashely unfolded her long and athletic frame from the bed. She was wearing a pair of skin tight denim shorts and the strings of her thong panties were visible against the hardened outline of her lower back. She had on a pair of chunky heeled shoes which pushed her standing height to at least 6'3". But Jay noted that she was absolutely gorgeous and while some extremely tall girls moved awkwardly she did so with a fluid grace and ease. Her thighs like Jaime's were hard and her calves, shoulders, and ass were all well defined. The joy of watching the little catfight appeared to be short-lived and Jay assumed that the event was over. But Ashley only opened the door halfway, and in a loud voice, she called out, "'Toine baby, Marcus, can you two come here, I wanted to ask you something."
Jay had been getting ready to move away from the window, but now he quickly spun around and re-assumed his kneeling position peeking through the curtains. Jaime sat up on the bed quickly, trying to re-adjust her top and her shorts. "I said fucking lay down you bitch!' Ashley screamed as she caught the motion from the corner of her eye. "You like black dick, well we're going to see how much black dick really likes you okay? So you just stay still, 'cause it's time you got a little lesson."
With that, the door opened all the way as Antoine and Marcus moved into the room. Jay recognized the first guy immediately as the guy who had fucked Jaime five days ago. The second guy was black as well, dark skinned with a shaved head. And Jay knew him as the second string point guard on the basketball team. Both of them were laughing a bit nervously now, but moved into the room and beside the bed, staring down at Jaime with a mixture of lust and confusion in their eyes.
"Marcus honey, meet Jaime, oh wait, from what I hear you have already met more than once isn't that right?" Ashley laughed as she pushed the bedroom door shut with a bang. And obviously Antoine knows her too, well isn't this just a cozy little fucking reunion then? Both guys looked away for a second then back at Jaime, not really knowing what to say or do. "Well I look at it this way boys, she only likes to fuck black men, and she obviously doesn't care if they are taken or not, so while we're here Marcus you might as well fucking get a little."
Antoine turned around and looked at Ashley quickly. "What the fuck you talking taken bitch? I told you, I do what I want, who I want, and when I want, and you ain't fucking runnin' me, hear?" Ashley's angry expression turned quickly to a moment of doubt. She had been in complete control to that point but it was obvious that Antoine's words had stung her. He continued, "so since it seems that you have a little fucking problem understanding that, I think that me and my man here are going to have to put on a little demonstration for the two of you bitches. White pussy is good pussy huh Marcus? And we both know how tight little Jaime over there is. But you ain't lived til you took a ride on this big bitch right here. Get you a slice of that, get them eight foot legs up over your shoulders and I'm telling you man, that's some prime pussy right there."
Ashley was obviously in distress now. Her anger and failure to think things through was evident, and now she was in a predicament. Marcus moved towards the door now, with his hand on the crotch of his oversized jeans. He was gripping the head of his cock through the denim and laughing. "Well 'Toine, if you're saying you want me to take a shot at this right here, you know I'm down."
Ashley pushed herself against the door and raised herself up to her full height. She was actually eye to eye with Marcus who was a full head shorter than Antoine. "Marcus, no, you know I'm with "Toine, and you know he's just playin' okay?" Ashley looked over nervously towards Antoine, who was now moving closer to her as well. He laughed at her as he looked her up and down. "Bitch, I know why you're fucking jocking me, and I know you wanna ride this train. So I suggest you get a few things right in your head now. That pussy is mine, not yours, and when I say the word, you kick that shit up, got it? Then we'll talk about you chillin' with me. So you take care of my man here and I'm just gonna sit back on the bed with this little piece of white ass and take it all in baby."
Ashley never moved, standing like a stone, her eyes flashed back and forth around the room. Jaime was sitting up now, anxiously watching the scene unfold as Antoine slid down on to the bed beside her, laying back on one elbow. Marcus slowly reached for the belt around his waist, and moved a step closer to Ashley with a smile. "So you gonna get this cock out for me, or do I gotta get you started on it?" He pulled the belt out with a flourish and his pants dropped halfway to his knees revealing his boxer shorts beneath his white tank top. "Please, Marcus, no....I don't, I don't want to do this okay?"
Marcus simply advanced one more step towards her and said, "my man here says you know how to put that ass down, so we gonna see if you can step to this cock too baby, see how well you really handle that shit." His back was towards Jay who was now leaning so close to the window he could practically see his breath on the glass. Antoine was whispering into Jaime's ear now, stroking the skin of her thighs with the tips of his fingers but still watching intently as Ashley tried to reason with Marcus. "Listen, this was all a stupid mistake alright? I lost my temper, it's all cool now, let's just get the fuck out of here and get back to the party." She took one last glance at Antoine who was clearly enjoying the moment. "Baby, come on baby, you're just playin' right? I'm sorry, I won't do it again, now let's just get out of here, I'm so sorry."
Her arms were crossed in front of her now, and any hint of the domineering attitude she had displayed was totally destroyed now. She was scared, and her eyes were begging the large man on the bed for some sign that he was going to put an end to this little game before it went any further. "Sorry baby, my man here ain't had no play in almost a week, and I think it's time you got your head straight about how it's gonna be. So you go on and get your head straight, and then get on that cock. Or me and Marcus can just roll with this little treat right here and you can get the fuck out." As he said this, he rolled over on to his back and started to release the top of his own jeans. Jay knew all too well what was hidden inside those pants and he wondered if Marcus was hung the same way.
He got his answer quickly. Ashley closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she did this, Marcus pulled on her arms and brought her closer to the edge of the bed. He sat down, letting his pants drop all the way to his ankles. Leaning back, he simply pulled Ashley's hand to his crotch and said, "Let's go honey, we ain't waitin' all fucking night for our pussy, let's see you work this cock." Dropping to her knees, Ashley took one last glance at Antoine and Jaime on the bed, and resigned herself to her fate. She grabbed ahold of the cock through the boxers. Jay could see it clearly now, and the bulge was quite impressive. As she did this, Antoine pulled his monster clear of his own boxer shorts, holding the base of his shaft, the half erect cock drooping to the left.
Marcus grabbed a handful of dark black hair and pulled Ashley's face to his body. And she slowly reached inside his boxers and prepared to pull his cock out. "Yeah baby, come on now, let's see you take that dick, get me good and hard, I'm gonna knock that ass the fuck out." Antoine laughed as he stroked his cock, watching his friend and Ashley. Jaime's hand was now stroking his balls while he slowly ran his fist up and down the massive meat pipe in his hand.
Ashley flipped the cock in her hand out into the light. And while Marcus wasn't quite as long as Antoine, his dick was possibly even thicker. Even though Ashley was a tall girl, the cock looked enormous in her hand, and as she started to pump on the shaft slowly, Jay could see it starting to rise to it's full size. She closed her eyes and placed her lips around the thick head, slowly trying to ease it all into her mouth. As she did this, Antoine started to whisper something to Jaime who was now laying beside him stroking his cock.
Marcus suddenly stood up, forcefully jamming his dick deeper into Ashley's mouth. It was too thick for her to take and she backed her head up quickly, fighting the gag reflex, as a thick line of drool poured out of her mouth and onto her chest. "Get that cock back in your mouth now!" he spit at her, forcing the head back between her lips. And with a fluid motion he began fucking the tall girl's face, slapping her hands away from his shaft, forcing her to take more than seemed possible. Gagging, slurping sounds were the only noise that could be heard as Marcus grabbed Ashley by the hair and started to pick up his pace.
Jaime was now practically in heat. She was pounding Antoine's ten inches in her right hand and her left hand was rubbing frantically at her clit as she watched Ashley's mouth impaled on the thick black cock. Her hips were grinding forward hypnotically as she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the sight. Antoine just smiled and started once again whispering to her while he ran a finger into the crack of her ass. This got a response from Jaime as she leaned forward, giving him access to her ass, still never tearing her gaze away from Ashley and Marcus.
Jay was at full throttle by now too, his cock was in his hand and he was slowly pumping away at it. Ashley had settled into a comfortable rhythm now as Marcus started to untie the laces of her top. He laughed as the heavy globes of her breasts fell into view and yanked at the top, pulling his cock out of her mouth long enough to get it completely off. Then he grabbed the shaft in his hand and slapped both of his balls against Ashley's lips, directing her to suck them both. She did so anxiously now and her long dark nipples were standing at full attention as she licked and sucked and tried to pull the egg-sized nuts both into her mouth. Antoine suddenly sat up, forcing Jaime on to all fours, and now Jay could see that he had his left middle finger planted all the way up her ass. He slid another finger into her pussy as Jaime let loose a loud moan, tossing her head and backing her ass up against him. "Hey Ash, remember Megan, that girl you lived with last year?" he asked the brunette. He got no response as she currently had her mouth totally full. "Well," he continued, "I was thinking that it's been a while since I saw you eat some pussy. Why don't you get up here and take care of this shit for me?"
With a loud pop, Ashley pulled her lips off of Marcus and looked over at Antoine. Jaime was still wriggling her hips against his hand, moaning softly now, losing herself in the moment. Marcus helped her to her feet and roughly pulled her shorts down, instructing her to step out of them. As he did this, Antoine whispered to Jaime again, and she nodded her head slowly, hearing him as she kept on rubbing at her clit.
Thirty seconds later, Jaime was laying on the edge of the bed, as Antoine and Marcus each held an ankle and pulled her legs wide open. Ashley who had been standing silently dropped to her knees in front of Jaime and started to rub her clit slowly with her fingers. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing, and it was obvious that Jaime was nearly about to lose her mind as her entire body was shaking and twitching. And as Ashley's mouth slowly encircled her clit for the first time, Jaime started moaning softly, unable to form any words, just staring down as she watched Ashley go to work on her dripping pussy.
Words weren't necessary now, as both the young men were pulling at Jaime's legs with one hand and stroking their fat cocks with the other. Ashley was alternating between licking up and down Jaime's lips and sucking her clit into her mouth. Her skill was obvious as Jaime started thrashing her head and pulling at the bedspread. Her entire body tensed up, and Jay could plainly see every muscle in her body standing out. Her legs were twitching violently against the black hands that held them in place and she started to grind her box in time with Ashley's movements. Her moans turned to all out screams as he mouth hung open and would not close. And with a massive final yell she arched her back for the second time that night and came right into the waiting mouth, holding her ass high in the air, her arms holding the entire weight of her body up as her orgasm swept through her in heavy waves.
Without a word, Antoine dropped to his knees behind Ashley. Forcing her head back into Jaime's pussy with his left hand, he guided the swollen head of his cock against her pussy lips and started to rub it around the wetness. With a groan, Ashley began grinding back against him, trying to pull the head of his cock inside her. "Eat the pussy now, get your tongue back in that shit." Antoine hissed at her. And Ashley went back to work with relish, burying the length of her tongue inside Jaime as she grabbed hard at both her ass cheeks.
Not wanting to miss out on the action, Marcus scrambled to his knees beside Jaime and planted the tip of his rod right between her waiting lips. And within seconds, all four bodies were thrusting in unison, Antoine with half of his ten inches jamming into Ashley, and Marcus trying to force the length of his rod into Jaime.
Jay was hammering away at his cock now, and his position at the window gave him a full view of the action from less than ten feet away. He could see the muscles in all four bodies tensing and releasing, and he could hear the muffled moans of both girls as they eagerly licked and sucked away. As Antoine bottomed out inside the tall blonde's pussy, Jay fired his load long and hard, some of it actually hitting the pane of glass in front of him. Unconcerned, he rode out the orgasm as pump after delicious pump poured out, the sight of his ******** intertwined with the gorgeous young bodies in front of him too much to bear.
As Jay enjoyed the last bit of his orgasm, the action in the room was just picking up. Antoine's smooth strokes had Ashley at full attention, she was now unable to continue eating Jaime's pussy. Jay could see the saliva mixed with Jaime's own fluids all over her thighs and running down the crack of her ass. "Fuck me baby, use that pussy yeah!" was all that Ashley said as she tossed her head, her hair splayed out all over Jaime's belly and legs. Marcus just kept up his motion, now pumping at least six inches of thick black meat into Jaime's mouth, pulling her head towards him as he coiled her hair in his hand.
Antoine laughed out loud a few moments later, clearly thrilled to be in complete control of the situation. "This dumb bitch here thinks she's gonna get a baby out of me my man, I heard she told the whole fucking volleyball team that I was gonna take her to the show next year." With long hard strokes Antoine punctuated his remarks. A hard slap on her right ass cheek brought Ashley's face up from Jaime's pussy. Antoine grabbed her by the chin as he buried his entire length in her and whispered something to her. Then he released his grip and pulled his shiny black shaft out of her.
Jaime was still desperately trying to take all that she could get into her tiny mouth. She was in heat, Jay could tell, nothing was going to stop her now. "Get up on that fucking bed and give that ass to my man." If I do take you to the show some day you better learn how to handle all that black dick, and tonight is a good night for you to see just how much you CAN handle." Marcus wasted no time, slipping his dick out of Jaime's mouth and moving to the end of the bed. "Jaime, come on over here baby, we gonna let Marcus work it out for a while." Ashley was by now totally dazed, just doing as she was told. She got on all fours at the end of the bed, spreading her long and muscular legs wider as Marcus positioned her. He pushed her head all the way down on the bed. And then he started rubbing his finger around her asshole. Ashley tried to squirm away but a sharp word from Antoine put an end to that. "Don't worry man, she takes it in the ass, I had a good time in there the other night!" And with a push he shoved Jaime towards the couple. Marcus grabbed Jaime by the hair and pushed her head down into the crack of Ashley's ass. "Get that shit ready, lick her up good now, me and Toine gonna have us plenty of fun in that ass." Antoine laughed again while he stroked his fistful of meat. "And don't worry baby, I'll let Marcus have your ass first so you're ready for this fucking thing. It won't hurt after a while."
Jay was now pumping his hand again, watching the guys take turns fingering Jaime's ass and pussy as she tasted Ashley up and down the entire length of her ass. Three of her fingers had found their way inside Ashley who was now riding Jaime's hand while her tongue was snaking further and further into her ass. Marcus had two fingers in Jaime's ass while Antoine was putting his long dark fingers in her pussy. Jay heard the third orgasm for his ******** before he saw it coming. She never pulled her face from between Ashley's asscheeks, letting her moan rip out of her while she desperately hung on to the much taller girls ample ass and thighs for balance.
Ten minutes later, both girls were side by side on the bed, asses in the air, as the guys took turns plunging in and out of their pussies and asses. Both girls had long since forgotten any fude, as their faces were only inches apart, their moans providing a soundtrack worthy of any porn flick. The boys weren't speaking now as they kept up their assault on the two girls.
Time passed slowly. The fucking continued for the next hour, as the girls found themselves in positions Jay hadn't thought possible. Finally, Antoine positioned them both for the grand finale. Ashley was on her back, with her head hanging awkwardly off the end. Jaime was on all fours above her, her pussy just inches from the brunette's chin. And Antoine plunged inside Jaime with a force that could only be called animal. His battering ram was slamming inside Jay's ******** now, and her screams could be heard through the window and probably down the street. Ashley was trying to get the giant balls in her mouth on every stroke, her face covered in sweat, spit, and Jaime's juices. And with a long tirade Antoine dumped his seed in Jaime for the second time in a week. Before he was even done cumming, the thick white fluid started pouring out of Jaime and dropping all over Ashley.
The tall girl knew her role at this point and she started cleaning up every drop, ending with deep sucking sounds while Jaime just rested her head on Ashley's thigh and twitched like she was being shocked.
The roles were reversed for Marcus, as Jaime found herself staring up at Marcus' balls as he drilled Ashley. With a grab of the dark hair spilling over Ashley's back, Marcus released inside her. Stabbing away with a scream, he finally pulled his cum-covered cock out and shoved half his length down Jaime's waiting throat. She fought gamely, but gagged hard and cum and spit erupted from her mouth as she coughed and hacked . Jay by this time had fired a second load from his cock, which was so raw now it felt like hamburger. And he slowly tucked it back in his pants as he watched the girls trying to gather their senses. They both collapsed in a well fucked heap in the middle of the bed and Marcus and Antoine used a pair of Jaime's panties to wipe their cocks.
"Now, that's what I call a good time Ashley baby. You remember that's how we roll, and you remember that bitch right there is mine too. You treat her with respect, and she'll do the same to you. I ain't gonna have you two fussin' and fightin' when there is always a nice hard black dick to stuff you."
And with that the guys left the room. Neither girl spoke for at least two minutes. Jaime finally broke the silence. "Ashley, just so you know, I fucked your boyfriend. And I am NOT apologizing." Ashley laughed for a moment, and she said, "I may have to be nice to you, but he didn't say I can't fuck you. The way I see it, you still owe me. I'll be over in a few days and you'll make it up to me." Jaime rolled over and stretched long and hard. "Whatever you need, you know where to find me." And with that Ashley pulled herself up and started to dress.
Jay slipped down from the roof. It was now mid-morning. He had heard Antoine and Marcus pull out in their car moments ago. And he wasted no time walking in the front door of the house as if he had just come home himself. And he heard the scuffling and whispering in his ********'s room as he banged up the steps to bed. His cock was drained but his mind was alive. And he knew that this was only a glorious beginning.
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Jay's balls were slapping furiously against her clit now, in an urgent rhythm, as he desperately strained to reach his orgasm. His hands were gripping her sides as he rammed away at the round little ass in front of him. But while he was presently fucking Celeste Harris, a 45 year old secretary from the English department at the University where he worked, in his mind he was 6 miles away in his ********'s bedroom. In his mind he was the young black man that he had witnessed fucking his ******** just five days ago, and the ass in front of him was merely a plaything that allowed him to act out the scene he had watched through his ********'s bedroom window.
Jay reached down and grabbed his date for the evening by the ankles. He lifted her feet off the bed about four inches, allowing him deeper access. He was rewarded by a series of loud moans as he drove into Celeste harder and faster. He looked down at her tight bottom, which was still very firm for a woman her age, and then closed his eyes, imagining that of his ******** Jaime. The vision of the massive black shaft of his ********'s lover was practically burned into his brain. And while he had a more than ample eight inches, he couldn't help but feel small as he pictured those two huge black balls shoved flat against his ********'s pussy lips, filling her with what had to be about ten inches of cock.
With a roar, he pulled out of Celeste, and flipped her over on to her back. She quickly wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles tightly behind his ass as he found his stroke yet again. He buried his head in the blankets above her shoulder, trying to force every last inch of his cock into the pussy, trying to recall every image he had seen that night. Celeste came with a scream, digging her nails into his back. Jay never broke stride, his eyes screwed shut, his ass pumping feverishly as he imagined he was the black stud about to fill his ********'s 20 year old pussy with cum. A few brutal strokes later he felt his balls start to twitch, felt his orgasm marching smartly up the shaft of his cock, and with a final screaming push he released inside her, thrust after thrust of glorious, mind numbing relief, a momentary lapse in the torture that had wracked his brain since last Friday night.
After catching his breath, Jay opened his eyes and looked down at Celeste. She was still lost in the moment, still tightly wrapped around his muscular body, still grinding her hips against him and breathing heavily. With a sigh, Jay relaxed his arms and collapsed on top of her. His dick was starting to get soft and he could feel his cum dribbling down his balls. Now he had satisfied his need, and he turned his attention to a more pressing matter, getting the hell out of Celeste's house as quickly as possible.
With profuse apologies, the excuse of an early morning meeting, and countless promises of a repeat performance that weekend, Jay was on his way within thirty minutes, headed home with a happy cock but a troubled mind. He had been like this since seeing Jaime and her black lover last Friday night, unable to concentrate and trapped in a constant and almost painful state of sexual arousal. Celeste had come on to him since the day he joined the faculty at the school. Unwilling to get wrapped up in the affairs of a recently divorced but still damned attractive woman, he had politely resisted her advances for most of a year. But after seeing his tiny twenty year old ******** stuffed full of the biggest dick he had ever laid eyes on, he had quickly moved to take Celeste up on her offer. After a nice dinner and almost two bottles of wine she had proved to be a very accommodating and accomplished partner.
Physically, she was a somewhat fitting stand-in for Jaime he thought. Standing only 5'4" and with a curvy if not still somewhat trim body, she was at least close enough in appearance to allow Jay to slip off to fantasy land while he sampled her pleasures and imagined over and over what he had seen that night. And as he pointed his car towards home, he replayed the scene in his head yet again.
Jaime had returned home from a night out with a college basketball player in tow. A young man who was nationally known, a local hero likely to be selected in the NBA draft someday. His ******** had stripped, sucked, and somehow fucked a cock that resembled a compact car, in size, and she handled it like she had been doing it for years. And Jay had watched the whole thing from the porch roof outside her window.
It didn't surprise him that she knew the guy, she had been on a rotation as a student athletic trainer with the basketball team the previous spring, and would continue on until the end of the next semester. Before that she had served as a manager for the women's volleyball team, so Jay was quite sure that she had come in to close contact with him and many other athletes and was probably friendly with most of them. Jaime had always been outgoing and upbeat, and she seemed to make friends easily.
As he pulled up the darkened street to his house he saw the lights were out. But the living room was illuminated by the flicker of a television set. It was almost midnight and Jaime would most likely be watching Letterman or Leno, something they often did together before heading off to bed. He eased the car back the driveway and parked and quietly made his way through the tall fence surrounding the back yard. He slid the patio door open and padded into the dining room, which was next to the living room. He could hear the television blasting from the kitchen. Jaime was there alright, asleep in his easy chair, remote control firmly gripped in her hand. How she could sleep with all the racket from the TV he didn't know, but he wasn't about to wake her.
Jay took a moment to look her over. She was in a tank top, and a tiny pair of red cotton shorts. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a pile on top of her head and he let his gaze wander over the tanned legs and up to her chest, which was rising and falling in a slow rhythm as she slept. She had been a gymnast all through high school, and a damned good one too as he recalled. All of the training and work throughout the years showed in her form, not as muscular as it had once been but was now perfectly toned and curvy. Even though she was only 5'3" tall, she had a very statuesque build, a perfectly flat stomach, and a round ass set off by her strong thighs.
Jay crept into the living room and sat down on the loveseat. It was slightly behind the chair and in the shadows of the living room he was quite invisible to her. He turned his body sideways and laid his head on the edge of the loveseat. From here he could still see the rise of her breasts, and the slope down her stomach as she reclined in the chair. He continued to admire her form, all the while running through the mixed feelings of guilt and lust that had risen in him for the past week. Even though he had just left Celeste's house less than half an hour ago, he could feel the stirring in his pants yet again. And he wondered how he was ever going to chase the feelings he was having from his head.
A sudden commercial break pumped the volume to a higher level. Jaime stirred in her chair, and Jay quickly closed his eyes as he laid on the loveseat, so if she woke up and saw him, she would merely think he was also sleeping. It wasn't unusual for them to fall asleep late at night and for one to send the other off to bed in the early hours.
Jaime was awake now, but barely it seemed. She flicked through a couple of channels on the remote, and stopped on Black Entertainment Television. Jay was breathing as quietly and slowly as he could, which was unnecessary as the din from a music video would have probably muffled a barking dog. Jaime stirred again, re-adjusting in her chair and settling back once again. He noticed the video featured some hip-hop star or another, shirtless and muscular, his tattoos dark and black and covering his arms and chest. As far as he could tell, the video was basically an excuse to showcase young black girls in string bikinis shaking their asses in front of a camera.
The video that followed seemed to be a carbon copy of the first, a different but equally attractive black man surrounded by incredibly curvaceous young woman wearing next to nothing. Jay noticed that Jaime was a bit more alive now, her fingers were nervously stroking the remote control in her right hand and her chest was rising and falling a lot faster than it had been a moment ago. As the tempo of the music picked up Jay noticed that Jaime was moving slowly in the seat, her left hand which had been out of sight now slowly stroked up and over her breasts, gliding over the fabric of her tank top and pausing slightly as she gently pressed the palm of her hand against each nipple.
Jay was now barely able to contain his ragged breathing as he realized that Jaime was turning on while watching these young black men. Still oblivious to his presence, Jaime started to pick up the pace now. The remote control in her right hand was gliding up and down around her thighs, and she paused momentarily to push the end of it against her clit, grinding her hips upward against the hard black plastic. Her left hand was now playing under her shirt, and he could see the bottom of her tits protruding from under the thin fabric. He could see her fingers slowly encircle her left nipple and pinch it, which brought a sudden, small cry from her lips.
It was as if someone had thrown a switch at that moment. Jaime responded to her own touch urgently. Digging her heels in against the extended foot of the recliner, her hips shot upwards and she arched her back. Dropping the remote onto her stomach momentarily, she yanked the thin cotton shorts down just past her knees. They stretched violently against her calves as she slammed her thighs apart. Jay's breathing was now coming and going in long pulls from his chest as he knew that he simply couldn't let his gorgeous young ******** know he was in the room. His cock was bulging against his zipper, which was already tight against him as he lay awkwardly on the loveseat.
Jaime wasted little time getting to the point. Her eyes never left the television screen as she pulled both of her tits out of the tiny tank top, a steady motion on both of her nipples as she pulled and teased. She slid at least two fingers in to her pussy, just how many Jay couldn't tell in the darkness, but whatever she was doing it was quickly driving her over the edge. She was moaning softly to herself now, the word "yeah, yeah, yeah" coming out in time with each stroke of her hand. Her palm was smacking against her clit and he could practically hear the wetness inside her as she tightened every muscle in her body against her own hand. Soon, Jay could see her head tossing from side to side, and now there was no mistaking her motions even in the shadows. She paused for a brief moment, rubbing her entire hand around, spreading the wetness over her lips, and all her fingers. And with a smooth motion her hips shot upwards again, and Jay could plainly see that his ******** was pushing all four fingers and her thumb against her mound.
It was a battle she seemed determined to win, and the sight was almost too much to bear. Cum was trickling from the end of his dick and he thought he might just go off in his pants. Jaime was grunting now, literally trying to shove all five of her fingers and her hand inside her pussy. Her hips were grinding upwards and he could see her nipples standing upright as she abandoned them to push on the back of her hand in a desperate effort to stretch herself even wider. He could see the reflection of her juices on her hand, and fingers, the tightened muscles in her stomach pushing out as the shadows played on her body's muscular definition. Suddenly, and without any warning, Jaime cried out, slamming her ass down hard against the recliner, her head and shoulders coming completely off the chair back. Her mouth was open and her eyes were now shut tightly as she still pushed her body against her hands. A few more small moans escaped her as her back gently eased against the chair again. She raised her left hand to her lips and let her fingers trace over them, tasting her own juices moving her head around against them, lost in a blissful state.
The television was still blaring away, and both Jay and his ******** found their breathing and heart rates returning to normal. And while Jaime was for the moment satisfied, Jay had an entirely new and different problem to deal with. She was awake now, and he was laying six feet away with a massive hard-on and no easy excuses to explain his presence. He lay still as a stone, hoping that she might eventually go back to sleep, hoping that she might decide to do it again, and praying that she didn't turn her head and see her own father watching her in a most private moment. The next few moments were sheer terror and excitement as she did nothing to cover her tanned body and her hands roamed freely around her skin. Jay could see the tan lines over her breasts, the contrast from her brown skin to the pale white of her chest. And then, it happened?..
It was Jaime's cell phone! Every muscle in his body immediately tightened up, as Jaime jumped in fright. The phone was on the table and she quickly re-adjusted her top and sat up in the easy chair to reach for it. Jay, petrified at this point took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he knew that feigning sleep might be his only chance to get out of the tight spot he suddenly found himself in.
Jay had been laying quietly in the shadows on the loveseat. His ******** had just put on one hell of a show, masturbating herself to a huge orgasm. He had entered the house they shared while she was sleeping in the living room. And she had woken up just five minutes before and played with her young body while watching music videos on Black Entertainment Television.
Jaime flipped open the phone, took a peek at the display and muttered "oh shit" under her breath. Leaning forward in the chair with a deep breath, she hit the talk button and answered in a sleepy voice, "Hey Ashley, what's going on?" Jay was close enough that he could hear a loud voice from the other end of the phone. And it was clear from her ********'s body language that something was going on. "Wait, no, Ash, listen..." was all that Jaime could get in as the voice on the other end continued loudly through the earpiece. "Fuck Antoine? I didn't fuck him!" Jaime exclaimed in protest as she was quickly cut off again.
Jay knew that last statement was a lie. He had seen Jaime less than a week ago fuck Antoine right in her own bedroom. And quickly piecing what he could hear together, it seemed that the girl on the other end of the phone had found out and was less than pleased. "Ashley, look, please, you gotta listen girl. I'm telling you that's not true and whoever told you that is lying." Jaime stood up quickly and moved straight ahead to the window. She had a habit of doing that since she had been a small child, always talking on the phone and staring off through a window.
Jay considered making a break for it, but he knew that in his ********'s state she'd definitely hear him. Cracking his eyes open just a bit, Jay could see the clock on the VCR said 12:55. He had only been in the room for about ten minutes, but by now it seemed like hours. Jaime was nervously tugging at her tight cotton shorts as she desperately tried to get a word in edgewise. Excuses and denials continued to pour out but it was clear that whoever Jaime was talking to wasn't buying a word.
From his vantage point he was afforded a wonderful eye level view of his ********'s muscular legs and her perfectly round backside. But right now, ogling her body was the last thing on his mind as he was trying to figure out what to do. Pretend to be sleeping? That might work and right now it was his only chance. Although, the ringing phone and the conversation going on right now would have woken anyone.
His dilemma was solved for him less than a minute later. Jay could now hear the voice on the other end screaming, and Jaime hung her head and ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair. "Now?" Was all she got out in between bursts of yelling from the phone. "But it's one o'clock in the freaking morning Ash, can't we just talk tomorrow? I'm sure that this is all a big misunderstanding, and my *** will be home soon. I don't want him to hear all this fighting." The beaten sigh that emanated from the other side of the living room made it clear that Jaime had lost the argument. "Okay, okay," she muttered, "ten minutes, I'll be here." That was the end of the conversation, as Jaime snapped the phone shut.
Quickly turning, she went directly out of the living room into the hallway and started up the steps. With a huge sigh of relief, Jay watched his ********'s legs go up the stairs and then he quietly and quickly slipped to the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't go up now, and he didn't want Jaime to know he was home. Whatever was going on he didn't want to add to her stress at this moment, and he didn't want her to think he had been in the house while she had gotten off in the living room.
Jay tiptoed into the dining room, which was situated behind the living room. Neither of them actually walked into or through this room except on the rare occasions they ate there. He knew he could sit quietly in a corner chair and not be seen or heard from the living room or the kitchen. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen just moments ago. Even though he had just gotten laid less than an hour ago, watching her masturbate in the darkened living room had his senses raging yet again. His cock was now rock hard again as he visualized every move and sound she had made.
Ten minutes turned to fifteen, and he could hear Jaime moving around upstairs hurriedly. He had no idea who Ashley was but he could only imagine that she was the girlfriend or supposed girlfriend of the young black stud Jaime had brought home the previous week. As he heard a car pulling up in front of the house, Jaime came bouncing down the steps. She had the door open in a flash and he could hear some tense conversation from the entryway.
"What the, why are they here?" Jaime stammered. "Shut up, and fucking let us in," he heard a female voice demand, "I know all about it, Antoine told me about two hours ago, so don't even try to fucking deny it!" Some shuffling in the doorway ensued and he heard footsteps on the hallway floor. "You two sit down in here, Jaime and I are going to have a little fucking talk now." A few more moments passed and Jay heard footsteps in the living room over the din of the television. Jaime and the girl in the hall exchanged a few more words and then he could make out the sound of footsteps on the stairs yet again. Some nervous laughter erupted from the living room, obviously two boys she had brought along.
"Aw man, I don't want to be that little bitch when Ashley gets through, I ain't seen her jacked up like that in a long time!" More laughter was followed by another male voice, "She all of four foot too, when that crazy big bitch gets through with her she might only be three. What the fuck you tell her for man?" The first voice chuckled, "Fuck it man, I was having a bad night and that amazon bitch was all talking crazy like we were dating or something. So I had to remind her that I do what I want and who I want, we ain't a fucking thing, you know?"
Jay heard a loud crash from upstairs, and laughter erupted from the living room. At this moment, his parental instincts fully aroused, Jay snuck quietly into the kitchen and out the sliding door. And just as he had five nights ago, he pulled himself up onto the porch roof and crept towards Jaime's window. It was open a crack tonight, the cooler temperatures of the past few days had made the house comfortable again. He could hear yelling now, from both parties, and it was escalating quickly.
"He is mine you fucking little bitch, and if I catch you even ten feet from him I'm going to rip every hair out of your fucking head!" From his vantage point, Jay could see Ashley and he immediately recognized her. She was a girl that Jaime had brought to the house a few times when she had first moved in. Standing 6'1 and impressively built, she was towering over Jaime who was sitting quietly with her head down on the bed. "What, you don't have anything to fucking say to me? You fuck my man, you disrespect me, and that's it?"
Ashley's long black hair was flying, her head whipping around as she spoke. Her dark eyes were cutting a hole right into his ********, but he could see that Jaime was slowly becoming angry. Her head shot up and she snorted at Ashley, "well obviously you aren't fucking him good enough, or he wouldn't be coming home with me, so it's not my fault you don't know how to keep your man happy!" With that Ashley reached out and grabbed Jaime by the hair yanking her head and body towards her. "Is that it huh? You think your ass is something special? You think you got so much going on that you can fucking take him from me? Or is what I hear on campus true? That you're just a fucking skank who likes to fuck black guys. Believe me honey, whores like you are a dime a dozen, so don't play that shit with me."
With that, Ashley released Jaime's hair and pushed her back on the bed. Jaime defiantly bounced up on to her knees, as if she was about to spring towards Ashley. But she never got a chance. Moving with a quickness that belied her size, Ashley threw herself on to the bed and pinned Jaime's shoulders down with her knees. Her ass was seated firmly on Jaime's massive chest, and she leaned forward and placed her hands on Jaime's struggling arms. "Well now, you think you were gonna fucking hit me? I don't think so you fucking slut. I've had tougher bitches than you think they could take me. And here's something else, so listen up. Antoine is my fucking meal ticket, not yours. You and I both know he's going to get drafted and when that fucking bonus check hits the bank, there's gonna be a bonus baby growing right here inside this belly. So you just fucking make sure you stay out of my way."
Jaime struggled against Ashley in vain. She was a strong girl and always had been but she was no match. Ashley's long and muscular legs were flexed, and Jay could see the muscles in her shoulders and back standing out from the lace up top she was wearing. Jaime spat through her teeth, "I don't fucking want him, you can fucking have him, I'm not trying to steal him you crazy bitch!" Ashely released her grip just a touch, allowing Jaime a little room to wiggle. "So, it's true then? You just like to fuck black guys huh? I knew you were a fucking whore when you took that student trainer assignment. What is it now, five, six? Have you fucked the entire starting line-up yet?
Not a word was spoken for almost half a minute. Ashely and Jaime remained locked together, breathing heavily now, waiting for the other to make a move. It was Ashley that broke the silence. "Well, we'll just have to test the theory if you won't fucking answer me, you just stay right here, and if you so much as think about getting off this bed I'm going to throw you out that window you slut."
Ashely unfolded her long and athletic frame from the bed. She was wearing a pair of skin tight denim shorts and the strings of her thong panties were visible against the hardened outline of her lower back. She had on a pair of chunky heeled shoes which pushed her standing height to at least 6'3". But Jay noted that she was absolutely gorgeous and while some extremely tall girls moved awkwardly she did so with a fluid grace and ease. Her thighs like Jaime's were hard and her calves, shoulders, and ass were all well defined. The joy of watching the little catfight appeared to be short-lived and Jay assumed that the event was over. But Ashley only opened the door halfway, and in a loud voice, she called out, "'Toine baby, Marcus, can you two come here, I wanted to ask you something."
Jay had been getting ready to move away from the window, but now he quickly spun around and re-assumed his kneeling position peeking through the curtains. Jaime sat up on the bed quickly, trying to re-adjust her top and her shorts. "I said fucking lay down you bitch!' Ashley screamed as she caught the motion from the corner of her eye. "You like black dick, well we're going to see how much black dick really likes you okay? So you just stay still, 'cause it's time you got a little lesson."
With that, the door opened all the way as Antoine and Marcus moved into the room. Jay recognized the first guy immediately as the guy who had fucked Jaime five days ago. The second guy was black as well, dark skinned with a shaved head. And Jay knew him as the second string point guard on the basketball team. Both of them were laughing a bit nervously now, but moved into the room and beside the bed, staring down at Jaime with a mixture of lust and confusion in their eyes.
"Marcus honey, meet Jaime, oh wait, from what I hear you have already met more than once isn't that right?" Ashley laughed as she pushed the bedroom door shut with a bang. And obviously Antoine knows her too, well isn't this just a cozy little fucking reunion then? Both guys looked away for a second then back at Jaime, not really knowing what to say or do. "Well I look at it this way boys, she only likes to fuck black men, and she obviously doesn't care if they are taken or not, so while we're here Marcus you might as well fucking get a little."
Antoine turned around and looked at Ashley quickly. "What the fuck you talking taken bitch? I told you, I do what I want, who I want, and when I want, and you ain't fucking runnin' me, hear?" Ashley's angry expression turned quickly to a moment of doubt. She had been in complete control to that point but it was obvious that Antoine's words had stung her. He continued, "so since it seems that you have a little fucking problem understanding that, I think that me and my man here are going to have to put on a little demonstration for the two of you bitches. White pussy is good pussy huh Marcus? And we both know how tight little Jaime over there is. But you ain't lived til you took a ride on this big bitch right here. Get you a slice of that, get them eight foot legs up over your shoulders and I'm telling you man, that's some prime pussy right there."
Ashley was obviously in distress now. Her anger and failure to think things through was evident, and now she was in a predicament. Marcus moved towards the door now, with his hand on the crotch of his oversized jeans. He was gripping the head of his cock through the denim and laughing. "Well 'Toine, if you're saying you want me to take a shot at this right here, you know I'm down."
Ashley pushed herself against the door and raised herself up to her full height. She was actually eye to eye with Marcus who was a full head shorter than Antoine. "Marcus, no, you know I'm with "Toine, and you know he's just playin' okay?" Ashley looked over nervously towards Antoine, who was now moving closer to her as well. He laughed at her as he looked her up and down. "Bitch, I know why you're fucking jocking me, and I know you wanna ride this train. So I suggest you get a few things right in your head now. That pussy is mine, not yours, and when I say the word, you kick that shit up, got it? Then we'll talk about you chillin' with me. So you take care of my man here and I'm just gonna sit back on the bed with this little piece of white ass and take it all in baby."
Ashley never moved, standing like a stone, her eyes flashed back and forth around the room. Jaime was sitting up now, anxiously watching the scene unfold as Antoine slid down on to the bed beside her, laying back on one elbow. Marcus slowly reached for the belt around his waist, and moved a step closer to Ashley with a smile. "So you gonna get this cock out for me, or do I gotta get you started on it?" He pulled the belt out with a flourish and his pants dropped halfway to his knees revealing his boxer shorts beneath his white tank top. "Please, Marcus, no....I don't, I don't want to do this okay?"
Marcus simply advanced one more step towards her and said, "my man here says you know how to put that ass down, so we gonna see if you can step to this cock too baby, see how well you really handle that shit." His back was towards Jay who was now leaning so close to the window he could practically see his breath on the glass. Antoine was whispering into Jaime's ear now, stroking the skin of her thighs with the tips of his fingers but still watching intently as Ashley tried to reason with Marcus. "Listen, this was all a stupid mistake alright? I lost my temper, it's all cool now, let's just get the fuck out of here and get back to the party." She took one last glance at Antoine who was clearly enjoying the moment. "Baby, come on baby, you're just playin' right? I'm sorry, I won't do it again, now let's just get out of here, I'm so sorry."
Her arms were crossed in front of her now, and any hint of the domineering attitude she had displayed was totally destroyed now. She was scared, and her eyes were begging the large man on the bed for some sign that he was going to put an end to this little game before it went any further. "Sorry baby, my man here ain't had no play in almost a week, and I think it's time you got your head straight about how it's gonna be. So you go on and get your head straight, and then get on that cock. Or me and Marcus can just roll with this little treat right here and you can get the fuck out." As he said this, he rolled over on to his back and started to release the top of his own jeans. Jay knew all too well what was hidden inside those pants and he wondered if Marcus was hung the same way.
He got his answer quickly. Ashley closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she did this, Marcus pulled on her arms and brought her closer to the edge of the bed. He sat down, letting his pants drop all the way to his ankles. Leaning back, he simply pulled Ashley's hand to his crotch and said, "Let's go honey, we ain't waitin' all fucking night for our pussy, let's see you work this cock." Dropping to her knees, Ashley took one last glance at Antoine and Jaime on the bed, and resigned herself to her fate. She grabbed ahold of the cock through the boxers. Jay could see it clearly now, and the bulge was quite impressive. As she did this, Antoine pulled his monster clear of his own boxer shorts, holding the base of his shaft, the half erect cock drooping to the left.
Marcus grabbed a handful of dark black hair and pulled Ashley's face to his body. And she slowly reached inside his boxers and prepared to pull his cock out. "Yeah baby, come on now, let's see you take that dick, get me good and hard, I'm gonna knock that ass the fuck out." Antoine laughed as he stroked his cock, watching his friend and Ashley. Jaime's hand was now stroking his balls while he slowly ran his fist up and down the massive meat pipe in his hand.
Ashley flipped the cock in her hand out into the light. And while Marcus wasn't quite as long as Antoine, his dick was possibly even thicker. Even though Ashley was a tall girl, the cock looked enormous in her hand, and as she started to pump on the shaft slowly, Jay could see it starting to rise to it's full size. She closed her eyes and placed her lips around the thick head, slowly trying to ease it all into her mouth. As she did this, Antoine started to whisper something to Jaime who was now laying beside him stroking his cock.
Marcus suddenly stood up, forcefully jamming his dick deeper into Ashley's mouth. It was too thick for her to take and she backed her head up quickly, fighting the gag reflex, as a thick line of drool poured out of her mouth and onto her chest. "Get that cock back in your mouth now!" he spit at her, forcing the head back between her lips. And with a fluid motion he began fucking the tall girl's face, slapping her hands away from his shaft, forcing her to take more than seemed possible. Gagging, slurping sounds were the only noise that could be heard as Marcus grabbed Ashley by the hair and started to pick up his pace.
Jaime was now practically in heat. She was pounding Antoine's ten inches in her right hand and her left hand was rubbing frantically at her clit as she watched Ashley's mouth impaled on the thick black cock. Her hips were grinding forward hypnotically as she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the sight. Antoine just smiled and started once again whispering to her while he ran a finger into the crack of her ass. This got a response from Jaime as she leaned forward, giving him access to her ass, still never tearing her gaze away from Ashley and Marcus.
Jay was at full throttle by now too, his cock was in his hand and he was slowly pumping away at it. Ashley had settled into a comfortable rhythm now as Marcus started to untie the laces of her top. He laughed as the heavy globes of her breasts fell into view and yanked at the top, pulling his cock out of her mouth long enough to get it completely off. Then he grabbed the shaft in his hand and slapped both of his balls against Ashley's lips, directing her to suck them both. She did so anxiously now and her long dark nipples were standing at full attention as she licked and sucked and tried to pull the egg-sized nuts both into her mouth. Antoine suddenly sat up, forcing Jaime on to all fours, and now Jay could see that he had his left middle finger planted all the way up her ass. He slid another finger into her pussy as Jaime let loose a loud moan, tossing her head and backing her ass up against him. "Hey Ash, remember Megan, that girl you lived with last year?" he asked the brunette. He got no response as she currently had her mouth totally full. "Well," he continued, "I was thinking that it's been a while since I saw you eat some pussy. Why don't you get up here and take care of this shit for me?"
With a loud pop, Ashley pulled her lips off of Marcus and looked over at Antoine. Jaime was still wriggling her hips against his hand, moaning softly now, losing herself in the moment. Marcus helped her to her feet and roughly pulled her shorts down, instructing her to step out of them. As he did this, Antoine whispered to Jaime again, and she nodded her head slowly, hearing him as she kept on rubbing at her clit.
Thirty seconds later, Jaime was laying on the edge of the bed, as Antoine and Marcus each held an ankle and pulled her legs wide open. Ashley who had been standing silently dropped to her knees in front of Jaime and started to rub her clit slowly with her fingers. It was obvious that she knew what she was doing, and it was obvious that Jaime was nearly about to lose her mind as her entire body was shaking and twitching. And as Ashley's mouth slowly encircled her clit for the first time, Jaime started moaning softly, unable to form any words, just staring down as she watched Ashley go to work on her dripping pussy.
Words weren't necessary now, as both the young men were pulling at Jaime's legs with one hand and stroking their fat cocks with the other. Ashley was alternating between licking up and down Jaime's lips and sucking her clit into her mouth. Her skill was obvious as Jaime started thrashing her head and pulling at the bedspread. Her entire body tensed up, and Jay could plainly see every muscle in her body standing out. Her legs were twitching violently against the black hands that held them in place and she started to grind her box in time with Ashley's movements. Her moans turned to all out screams as he mouth hung open and would not close. And with a massive final yell she arched her back for the second time that night and came right into the waiting mouth, holding her ass high in the air, her arms holding the entire weight of her body up as her orgasm swept through her in heavy waves.
Without a word, Antoine dropped to his knees behind Ashley. Forcing her head back into Jaime's pussy with his left hand, he guided the swollen head of his cock against her pussy lips and started to rub it around the wetness. With a groan, Ashley began grinding back against him, trying to pull the head of his cock inside her. "Eat the pussy now, get your tongue back in that shit." Antoine hissed at her. And Ashley went back to work with relish, burying the length of her tongue inside Jaime as she grabbed hard at both her ass cheeks.
Not wanting to miss out on the action, Marcus scrambled to his knees beside Jaime and planted the tip of his rod right between her waiting lips. And within seconds, all four bodies were thrusting in unison, Antoine with half of his ten inches jamming into Ashley, and Marcus trying to force the length of his rod into Jaime.
Jay was hammering away at his cock now, and his position at the window gave him a full view of the action from less than ten feet away. He could see the muscles in all four bodies tensing and releasing, and he could hear the muffled moans of both girls as they eagerly licked and sucked away. As Antoine bottomed out inside the tall blonde's pussy, Jay fired his load long and hard, some of it actually hitting the pane of glass in front of him. Unconcerned, he rode out the orgasm as pump after delicious pump poured out, the sight of his ******** intertwined with the gorgeous young bodies in front of him too much to bear.
As Jay enjoyed the last bit of his orgasm, the action in the room was just picking up. Antoine's smooth strokes had Ashley at full attention, she was now unable to continue eating Jaime's pussy. Jay could see the saliva mixed with Jaime's own fluids all over her thighs and running down the crack of her ass. "Fuck me baby, use that pussy yeah!" was all that Ashley said as she tossed her head, her hair splayed out all over Jaime's belly and legs. Marcus just kept up his motion, now pumping at least six inches of thick black meat into Jaime's mouth, pulling her head towards him as he coiled her hair in his hand.
Antoine laughed out loud a few moments later, clearly thrilled to be in complete control of the situation. "This dumb bitch here thinks she's gonna get a baby out of me my man, I heard she told the whole fucking volleyball team that I was gonna take her to the show next year." With long hard strokes Antoine punctuated his remarks. A hard slap on her right ass cheek brought Ashley's face up from Jaime's pussy. Antoine grabbed her by the chin as he buried his entire length in her and whispered something to her. Then he released his grip and pulled his shiny black shaft out of her.
Jaime was still desperately trying to take all that she could get into her tiny mouth. She was in heat, Jay could tell, nothing was going to stop her now. "Get up on that fucking bed and give that ass to my man." If I do take you to the show some day you better learn how to handle all that black dick, and tonight is a good night for you to see just how much you CAN handle." Marcus wasted no time, slipping his dick out of Jaime's mouth and moving to the end of the bed. "Jaime, come on over here baby, we gonna let Marcus work it out for a while." Ashley was by now totally dazed, just doing as she was told. She got on all fours at the end of the bed, spreading her long and muscular legs wider as Marcus positioned her. He pushed her head all the way down on the bed. And then he started rubbing his finger around her asshole. Ashley tried to squirm away but a sharp word from Antoine put an end to that. "Don't worry man, she takes it in the ass, I had a good time in there the other night!" And with a push he shoved Jaime towards the couple. Marcus grabbed Jaime by the hair and pushed her head down into the crack of Ashley's ass. "Get that shit ready, lick her up good now, me and Toine gonna have us plenty of fun in that ass." Antoine laughed again while he stroked his fistful of meat. "And don't worry baby, I'll let Marcus have your ass first so you're ready for this fucking thing. It won't hurt after a while."
Jay was now pumping his hand again, watching the guys take turns fingering Jaime's ass and pussy as she tasted Ashley up and down the entire length of her ass. Three of her fingers had found their way inside Ashley who was now riding Jaime's hand while her tongue was snaking further and further into her ass. Marcus had two fingers in Jaime's ass while Antoine was putting his long dark fingers in her pussy. Jay heard the third orgasm for his ******** before he saw it coming. She never pulled her face from between Ashley's asscheeks, letting her moan rip out of her while she desperately hung on to the much taller girls ample ass and thighs for balance.
Ten minutes later, both girls were side by side on the bed, asses in the air, as the guys took turns plunging in and out of their pussies and asses. Both girls had long since forgotten any fude, as their faces were only inches apart, their moans providing a soundtrack worthy of any porn flick. The boys weren't speaking now as they kept up their assault on the two girls.
Time passed slowly. The fucking continued for the next hour, as the girls found themselves in positions Jay hadn't thought possible. Finally, Antoine positioned them both for the grand finale. Ashley was on her back, with her head hanging awkwardly off the end. Jaime was on all fours above her, her pussy just inches from the brunette's chin. And Antoine plunged inside Jaime with a force that could only be called animal. His battering ram was slamming inside Jay's ******** now, and her screams could be heard through the window and probably down the street. Ashley was trying to get the giant balls in her mouth on every stroke, her face covered in sweat, spit, and Jaime's juices. And with a long tirade Antoine dumped his seed in Jaime for the second time in a week. Before he was even done cumming, the thick white fluid started pouring out of Jaime and dropping all over Ashley.
The tall girl knew her role at this point and she started cleaning up every drop, ending with deep sucking sounds while Jaime just rested her head on Ashley's thigh and twitched like she was being shocked.
The roles were reversed for Marcus, as Jaime found herself staring up at Marcus' balls as he drilled Ashley. With a grab of the dark hair spilling over Ashley's back, Marcus released inside her. Stabbing away with a scream, he finally pulled his cum-covered cock out and shoved half his length down Jaime's waiting throat. She fought gamely, but gagged hard and cum and spit erupted from her mouth as she coughed and hacked . Jay by this time had fired a second load from his cock, which was so raw now it felt like hamburger. And he slowly tucked it back in his pants as he watched the girls trying to gather their senses. They both collapsed in a well fucked heap in the middle of the bed and Marcus and Antoine used a pair of Jaime's panties to wipe their cocks.
"Now, that's what I call a good time Ashley baby. You remember that's how we roll, and you remember that bitch right there is mine too. You treat her with respect, and she'll do the same to you. I ain't gonna have you two fussin' and fightin' when there is always a nice hard black dick to stuff you."
And with that the guys left the room. Neither girl spoke for at least two minutes. Jaime finally broke the silence. "Ashley, just so you know, I fucked your boyfriend. And I am NOT apologizing." Ashley laughed for a moment, and she said, "I may have to be nice to you, but he didn't say I can't fuck you. The way I see it, you still owe me. I'll be over in a few days and you'll make it up to me." Jaime rolled over and stretched long and hard. "Whatever you need, you know where to find me." And with that Ashley pulled herself up and started to dress.
Jay slipped down from the roof. It was now mid-morning. He had heard Antoine and Marcus pull out in their car moments ago. And he wasted no time walking in the front door of the house as if he had just come home himself. And he heard the scuffling and whispering in his ********'s room as he banged up the steps to bed. His cock was drained but his mind was alive. And he knew that this was only a glorious beginning.
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