HOCC: The Coxville Book Club Meeting II (finale)
BY Otaku-ogre
BY Otaku-ogre
The sun was just rising over Coxville County. The chirping of birds just beginning to hit their stride of activity as the giant orange ball ascended in the east. It was an early saturday morning. The dew just beginning to evaporate from the many blades of grass and the scarce lingering shadows of the previous dusk receded with the breaking dawn as they had every morning, for as long as any denizens of the region could recall. The telltale signs it was going to be yet another scorcher in the small southern town. Christmas was near, yet the steadily rising heat held all the promise of summer. To most, it was to be a typical weekend day. One filled with chores, frivolity and the expected hustle and bustle that comes with day-to-day life in the south. For a select few however, it was to be a day (and evening) unlike any other. One of deception, decadence, defiance and - most of all - carnal feats and labors that would find even the most able-bodied man and woman tried and wanting.
...And all of it, initiated by the hand of one person. One woman. A housewife of Coxville County by the name of Mrs. Ivana Swallows.
It all began with four phone calls. Ivana Swallow stood by the large circular window of her spacious bedroom, draped in her tan colored silk robe and looking out over the expanse of her suburb. The beautiful morning view of the sun was always a much enjoyed habit of hers. One she’d just realized - while listening to the steady buzz of her first outgoing call - she’d neglected far too many times over the past weeks. Her stark green eyes scanned the distance, hills and trees, houses, marvelled at the sight of that huge mansion overlooking city hall that they’d finally finished building. The warmth of the sun made her skin feel simply divine beneath the fabric of her robe. The heated tingle it brought to her skin gave rise to memory of other pleasurable sensation as well. Pleasurable and thoroughly exhausting. Even fully covered in her robe, Ivana Swallows looked stunning. Her gorgeous figure hinted from underneath the sheer fabric, her half crossed arms making the succulent curves of her massive breasts tease any viewer with meaty cleavage. The buzz of the phone was abruptly cut off by about the fourth or fifth ring. The response from the other phone wasn’t a cordial ‘hello’, but a high pitched and only half-muffled squeal of;
“Ouch!”
Ivana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sound. That was about what she’d have expected from Sammy Spitzmen, accident prone to the degree that picking up a phone was a potential hazard. Lord knew she loved the ginger gym nut to pieces, but some days she wondered how someone so ditzy managed to survive for so long. Darwin’s theory flipped onto its head is what it was.
“Dang it!” said Sammy, an audible clack and clutter as she struggled either untangling or picking up the phone from wherever she’d taken it.
“H-Hello?” came Sammy’s voice.
“Sammy, are you alive over there?”
“Ivy?”
“Its me, dear”, said Ivana. “Should I call 911, anything broken?”
“No” replied Sammy. “Just got tripped up on this stupid phone cord.”
“When are you going to get rid of that ancient thing? You do know they sell cordless phones now. You don’t have to keep that relic just because you’re grandmother handed it off to you.”
Some shuffling and muffled curses from the other end of the phone rose and fell.
“Y-Yeah, I know.” said Sammy.
“Then again, with you I’m not entirely sure it’d do much good”, confessed Ivana.
At this, Sammy giggled, not catching the fact that Ivana was purely not joking...or perhaps maybe she did.
“So what’s up?” asked Sammy. “I was just about to head on over to the Olympian. Want to meet me there?”
“Actually” began Ivana, “I called to ask if you were free this afternoon.”
“This afternoon?”
A moment of silence, the redhead gnawing at the idea.
“I was gonna clean and make dinner for Steve tonight...whenever he gets back from work.But aside from that, I got nothin goin.”
“Excellent. I’m having a little get together today. A small potluck. Nothing grand, just the girls from our book club.”
“Really?!” squealed Sammy from her end of the phone. The noise was so pitched with delight that Ivana actually had to pull her head away from the receiver for a moment.
“Oh wow, that’d be great. Feels like I haven’t seen ya’ll in ages.”
At this, Ivana agreed. Circumstances had made their gatherings seem spaced far more than before. Ivy’s work had held her hostage at Coxville High to the point she’d barely seen her own husband in the previous weeks, let alone her friends (and lesser still her enemy).
“So I take your enthusiasm as a sign to expect you at three o’clock?”
“You bet!” said Sammy, a half-cheered held in her tone.
“Should I set up anything special for you? Organic fruit, zero fat yogurt...padding on the walls and crash helmet perhaps?”
At this Sammy laughed. “No, no. I’m good Ivy. I’ll stop by the health food store on my way back from the gym.”
“Nothing TOO healthy this time, I hope. I think Bianca is still having nightmares about those kale muffins you brought last time.”
“Psh! Bianca oughta be thanking me I introduced those to her. Those chocolate chip cookies she brought aren’t gonna make her fanny get any smaller.”
Ivana knew that small jab to be true. She’d heard the little nickname students (and a number of faculty) at Coxville High -the school both she and Bianca Blackwood worked at - had given. 3B, Big Butt Blackwood or some such nonsense.
“Well, for the sake of the others, let’s keep it moderately healthy today, yes?
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.” said Sammy.
“Excellent. It’s settled then. I’ll see you at three sharp.” said Ivana.
“You’ll see me!” replied Sammy.
The two said their goodbyes, and ended the call.
…
“Oh, I dunno Ivy…” came the hesitant cadence of Bianca Blackwood’s voice. “I still have a mountain of papers to grade.”
“Oh work, work, work!” replied Ivy from her end of the phone. “Taking an afternoon to hang out with the girls won’t leave your semester in chaos, BB.”
“Said the pot to the kettle” replied Bianca. “You’ve been cooped up in your office at the school like Victor Frankenstein for weeks now. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you in the halls or the teacher’s lounge.”
“Exactly!” huffed Ivana. “Us hard working women have been workin ourselves to the bone. Why not give ourselves a day off?”
“Because the only true method of completed work is in the persistence, not the occasional break.”
“Ah, occasional being the operative word, dear. You’re drained, I can hear it in your voice.”
Bianca gave a light sigh. The big blonde most definitely had been working herself to the nub. It was a trait that Ivana truly respected most about her tall (extremely shapely) colleague. She put work first and frivolity at a very distant second.
“You’re not doing yourself or your students any good trying to power through papers if you’re brains scrambled like two eggs on sunday morning.”
Silence...Bianca was thinking it over.
“Well…” The thick fair-haired beauty began, a yield hinted in her sultry voice. “It has been a minute since I have seen everyone. Some female camaraderie might do my low morale some good.”
“Low morale?” questioned Ivana. “What’s up? Everything good with you and Jeb?”
“O-Oh yeah, things are great” said Bianca, Ivy catching the lie almost instantly. “Me and Jeb are great. So are the kids. Its just...these papers. They’re really nothing to rave about. As a teacher, it...it can be a bit disheartening at times, you know?”
“Disheartening huh? That bad?”
“Bad would be a generous word for most of these, Ivy. Its like they’re not even trying half the time. I really do wonder why I even bother some days. ”
“Yeesh..”
“My one girl, Daphne, she’s about the only one who shows any semblance of enthusiasm in her work. I’d settle for enthused if not altogether correct.”
“What about that other kid, the one you’re always riled up about?”
Bianca knew exactly who Ivana meant.
“Oh...yeah, him.
Gerald Stylze was the name of Bianca's student. Blackwood made a big show of not uttering his name, but her body gave off a slight jolt at the recollection of him. Ivana could hear Bianca shift around in her seat at the mention of the unruly student.
"I’ve got his paper right in front of me now...”
“And…” coaxed Ivana, wanting to know more.
“His choice in subject matter is...questionable, to say the least. But his performance is…gawd, his performance.”
"That bad huh?" said Ivana.
Bianca trailed off for a moment, uncertain of how to finish.
“He’s very...intense...about his stance on the matter. Rigorous even.”
“Heh, gotta admire passion in the young ones” added Ivana. “Well, you’ve got one stellar student, and another rigorously passionate one. That, Mrs. Blackwood, is a success. You should treat yourself to a celebration at my place for a job well done in instilling our precious youth with solid academic tutelage.”
At this Bianca had no choice but to laugh.Ivana could come off like a car-saleswoman when she wanted to convince someone to do something. The constant, at times pushy, insistence wrapped in compliments won most people over most of the time. And if her assertive charms didn’t do the trick, her stunning looks would invariably get the job done.
“You pose an interesting case, Mrs. Swallows” joked Bianca. “Let me finish up a few more papers and I’ll see about heading down.”
Seeing was quite different from saying she’d be there,but Ivana took that compliance as about as much a victory as to be attained with Bianca. Truth be told,the blonde bombshell was almost about as stubborn as she was.
“Splendid,hon. It is a potluck, so be sure to bring a little something.”
“Will do” replied Bianca.
The two women spent another few moments working out the few lingering details, and finished their conversation with - more or less - the promise that Bianca Blackwood would be at the Swallows’ residence at 3 P.M.
“One last question before I go, Ivy.” said Bianca.
“Yes?”
“...Sammy won’t be bringing any of those god awful kale muffins, will she?”
…
“Da~” was all Anya White had to say on the matter. “Would be joyed over to go potluck!”
The Russian sounded simply ecstatic on the line. Ivy was almost taken aback by how perky the woman sounded today.
“Overjoyed, dear.” said Ivana.
“Chto?” replied Anya.
“Its overjoyed, not joyed over. I guess Bianca missed that word during your English lessons.”
“Ah, sure sure,yes. Overjoyed. I would be overjoyed to go potluck.”
Ivana didn’t want to be a stickler for english (that was BB’s job) so she left out the correction of going ‘to a’ potluck in the woman’s statement.
“Great Anya. So glad to hear it. Be sure that Tom doesn’t try to weasel his way into going, yes? Strictly a girl’s thing, you can assure him he doesn’t need to act as your shadow like he usually does.”
“Oh, is no problem Ivy. Tom is out of town this weekend. Business trip. Just me and...him...”
Ivy could hear the venom in the Russian wife’s voice upon uttering the word ‘him’. The busty nurse knew exactly who ‘he’ was, and by relation knew Anya was chomping at the bit to be out of the house.
“Ah, the joys of motherhood” said Ivana,a joking lilt to her tone intended to (jokingly) annoy Anya.
“STEP-mother” Anya corrected. “Back home, children like him were marched into the cold and left in woods.”
“Here we just give them therapists.”
“Do therapist have baseball bat and KGB training?”
“No, I’m afraid they most often don’t.”
“Then you Americans are doing it wrong.”
The two women laughed, all but guaranteeing one another that they’d see each other that afternoon.
“3 o’clock sound good?” asked Ivana.
“Da. Will be there with on-bells.”
“Bells on…”
“Chto?”
“With bells on, dear. How would one show up ‘on’ bells?”
“Don’t know...figured it was just one your strange American phrases.”
“Oh, Bianca’s gonna have some serious catch-up work to do.”
...
The fourth and final call was by far the most difficult. Ivana was actually hesitant at first. Stalling for almost an hour with pacing and fiddling about with things in her room. She picked out her clothes for that day; her white sleeveless blouse - the one that best showcase the toned curves of her shoulders and neck, her light colored skirt - that seemed to clench and cup at her meaty curves - and went about drawing a bath armed with her array of scented soaps and oils. Ivana was preparing. She went at this for some time, until finally working up the nerve to dial in the numbers on the phone.
One ring.
Two rings.
Another.
Ivana started to wonder if anyone was home. Her heartbeat quickened. This call was the most crucial to her days plan. She needed it in order for all that she had planned to be put in motion. By now, the seeds she had sown the day or so prior should have already begun to blossom.
Another ring...
And another...
Ivana was starting to think her entire plot had been dashed, everything done for nothing, when…
“Hello…” came the voice from the other end.
It was a low, seductive tambour. Its lilt and cadence tickling the senses like a starlet cooing into a lover’s ear.
“Jenny, dear?” replied Ivana, her tone just as low and luminous as the first.
“Ivy, honey, good to hear your voice.” said Jenny Summers. “Been a dog’s age it feels like since we've talked.”
Eight dog's ages and a life times wouldn't be nearly enough, you slut! was what Ivana wanted to coo into the phone at the blonde haired woman.
“Oh, I know~, been swamped with work just lately.”
“So I’ve heard…” replied Jenny, a faint sense of knowing at the tip of her tongue that cause Ivana to start a little.
“I...I’m having a potluck today.”
“Oh really?”
“Nothing fancy, just the girls and I”
“I see.” said Jenny.
“Wouldn’t be a party without you, hon” shot Ivana.
“Well...I’m helping Harold get some of his things ready. Apparently he got the idea from George that they should go on a fishing trip this weekend.”
“Yes…” said Ivana, cautiously making it sound like she was aware, but not too aware of the men’s plans. “I heard George say something like that the other day. Figured the boys not being around would give us girls a chance to meet up. Its been too long. Can’t even remember the last time we all got together.”
“Last book club meeting” said Jenny flatly, not at all convinced that Ivana could remember their last gathering. “You must have been the busy little beaver to not remember the last book club meeting” shot Jenny.
Ivana could feel her grip tightening on the phone handle. She knows, thought Ivy. Somehow, Jenny knew about what had happened during her town study. She was waving it in front of her, the bitch. As if she hadn't done worse.
“Someone’s gotta do it” said Ivana. “So, we’re seeing you at my place then, right? Three sharp. Wouldn't be a party without you.”
“You say that enough times, and I might actually start believing you, Ivy?”
At this, both women laughed, but not an ounce of warmth was held in the sounds.
“Well, let me just see Harold off, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Sounds good.”
Ivana heart was thumping harder now.The pace and beat of one about to get into a fight. Despite this however, her calm tone did not waver.
“What should I bring?” asked Jenny.
“Just yourself and that winning smile, Jen. I’ve taken care of everything.”
“Sounds great.”
A long moment went by. A beat that carried on for what could have been an hour. There was a definite tension over the phone. The two women were playing up politeness to the point it became almost suffocating. When the moment reached its choking point;
“Alrighty then, looking forward to seein you, dear. Don’t be late.”
“Can’t wait, Ivy. See you at 3…”
The call ended, and Ivana stood in her bathroom. The tub steamed with hot water, awaiting the woman’s entry. Ivana discarded her robe, allowing the silk to slide her ample form and fall to floor. Her body was a temple; the perfect blend of womanly curve and honed muscle. Any man beholding the sight of her shedding her garment to reveal her tight, thick, rounded ass and thighs, her full breasts, sculpted arms, shoulders and taut flat tummy, would have been left without recourse but to pounce. Ivana Swallows was a sight to behold, and dipping her epic body into the steaming water was the opening act of what was to be a day unlike any other in Coxville County. She was preparing herself, mentally and physically, for a final confrontation. All the pieces and players had been assembled, and she would make sure everything played out the way she sought it to.
Sitting in the tub, Ivana slowly lathered and rubbed herself down, running through her plan again and again in her head as her hands ran to and fro on her body. In only a few hours time, it would all boil down to one thing; she would prove herself the Queen of Coxville to her friends and peers. And, most importantly, she finally put Jenny Summers in her rightful place...under Ivana’s heel. The mere thought of it left Ivana unable to contain herself. And as she wiped and scrubbed gently at her ample body, a finger or two would periodically brush against the outer lips of her pussy, teasing herself at the thought of what was to come.
...
"Ok, so, run it by me again...how’d this happen?” asked Harold Summers as he rounded the checkout aisle. Both his pasty arms were crossed over his chest, fully occupied with an assortment of boxed snacks and plastic packages he’d lifted from his shopping cart. Both hands were filled to the brim with beef jerky, an amassment of candy bars, chips and about a half dozen other roadtrip oriented goods.
“He-he, you just want to hear the good parts again” chuckled George Swallows, who was already standing in the grocery line and placing his own bounty of treats flatly on the black conveyer belt.
“Oh, come on now, don’t try to spin it like I’M the one who is too eager for the gritty details. Heck, YOU came runnin to ME about this” rebuked Summers as he placed the checkout counter divider down, creating a barricade between his items and George’s, and began placing them down the shifting belt.
"I’m just trying to get, uh...clarification, on the matter, know what I mean?”
Harold may has well been nudging an elbow into his friend’s ribs as he spoke, his voice low yet holding not an ounce of subtlety. Harold wanted to hear the story (again), straight from the horses mouth.
“Alright, alright” said George, batting away Summer’s incessant ‘insistence’ that he recant the tale again, blow-by-blow.
“So last night, I’m sitting on the couch” began George. “I’m watching Dog do his thing, chasin down scumbags and looking like an absolute badass doing it.”
Harold listened intently, his eyes not taking themselves off George once as moved the last of his items from the basket to the conveyer belt.
“When all of a sudden, from behind, I feel a hand start to creep from my shoulder to my neck, and something small and pointed pressed against my head.”
“Uh-huh” droned Harold, as if he hadn’t heard the tale twice before now.
“It was so sudden and quiet I jumped half outta my skin. I was watching Dog, you know, so where my mindset is, i’ve got it in my head the thing pressed against my skull is like a taser or gun something. And suddenly I hear;
“Don’t move a muscle, bra!”
“I turn, and standing there, wearin a smirk sneaky as I don’t know what, is Ivy. Swear, the woman was a cat-burglar in another life, cuz I didn’t hear her make a sound.”
“Wouldn’t be saying much Georgy” chuckled Harold, “your hearing has always been pretty much shit.”
Hey? You want hear the rest of the story or not? can it with the extra commentary.”
“Well now, pardon me good sir", said Harold, making a half-hearted little bow as they slowly motion down the aisle. "By all means, do continue”
The girl at the register - a pale and sleepy-eyed, but astounding white beauty with curly black hair - was moving at what could have been called (by a generous soul) as a ‘snail’s pace’. One couldn't exactly blame her though. She had started her shift at 5 AM that Saturday morning, before the sun had even risen. She lazily went about scanning each and every item of the previous customers items. It certainly didn't help matters that she had gotten only the smallest amount of sleep last night, not leaving company (bed) of her boyfriend until almost 3 AM. She wanted to be cross with him for keeping her up so late, until she recalled what they'd actually been doing in the wee hours of the morning.
“Sammy, are you alive over there?”
“Ivy?”
“Its me, dear”, said Ivana. “Should I call 911, anything broken?”
“No” replied Sammy. “Just got tripped up on this stupid phone cord.”
“When are you going to get rid of that ancient thing? You do know they sell cordless phones now. You don’t have to keep that relic just because you’re grandmother handed it off to you.”
Some shuffling and muffled curses from the other end of the phone rose and fell.
“Y-Yeah, I know.” said Sammy.
“Then again, with you I’m not entirely sure it’d do much good”, confessed Ivana.
At this, Sammy giggled, not catching the fact that Ivana was purely not joking...or perhaps maybe she did.
“So what’s up?” asked Sammy. “I was just about to head on over to the Olympian. Want to meet me there?”
“Actually” began Ivana, “I called to ask if you were free this afternoon.”
“This afternoon?”
A moment of silence, the redhead gnawing at the idea.
“I was gonna clean and make dinner for Steve tonight...whenever he gets back from work.But aside from that, I got nothin goin.”
“Excellent. I’m having a little get together today. A small potluck. Nothing grand, just the girls from our book club.”
“Really?!” squealed Sammy from her end of the phone. The noise was so pitched with delight that Ivana actually had to pull her head away from the receiver for a moment.
“Oh wow, that’d be great. Feels like I haven’t seen ya’ll in ages.”
At this, Ivana agreed. Circumstances had made their gatherings seem spaced far more than before. Ivy’s work had held her hostage at Coxville High to the point she’d barely seen her own husband in the previous weeks, let alone her friends (and lesser still her enemy).
“So I take your enthusiasm as a sign to expect you at three o’clock?”
“You bet!” said Sammy, a half-cheered held in her tone.
“Should I set up anything special for you? Organic fruit, zero fat yogurt...padding on the walls and crash helmet perhaps?”
At this Sammy laughed. “No, no. I’m good Ivy. I’ll stop by the health food store on my way back from the gym.”
“Nothing TOO healthy this time, I hope. I think Bianca is still having nightmares about those kale muffins you brought last time.”
“Psh! Bianca oughta be thanking me I introduced those to her. Those chocolate chip cookies she brought aren’t gonna make her fanny get any smaller.”
Ivana knew that small jab to be true. She’d heard the little nickname students (and a number of faculty) at Coxville High -the school both she and Bianca Blackwood worked at - had given. 3B, Big Butt Blackwood or some such nonsense.
“Well, for the sake of the others, let’s keep it moderately healthy today, yes?
“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.” said Sammy.
“Excellent. It’s settled then. I’ll see you at three sharp.” said Ivana.
“You’ll see me!” replied Sammy.
The two said their goodbyes, and ended the call.
…
“Oh, I dunno Ivy…” came the hesitant cadence of Bianca Blackwood’s voice. “I still have a mountain of papers to grade.”
“Oh work, work, work!” replied Ivy from her end of the phone. “Taking an afternoon to hang out with the girls won’t leave your semester in chaos, BB.”
“Said the pot to the kettle” replied Bianca. “You’ve been cooped up in your office at the school like Victor Frankenstein for weeks now. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you in the halls or the teacher’s lounge.”
“Exactly!” huffed Ivana. “Us hard working women have been workin ourselves to the bone. Why not give ourselves a day off?”
“Because the only true method of completed work is in the persistence, not the occasional break.”
“Ah, occasional being the operative word, dear. You’re drained, I can hear it in your voice.”
Bianca gave a light sigh. The big blonde most definitely had been working herself to the nub. It was a trait that Ivana truly respected most about her tall (extremely shapely) colleague. She put work first and frivolity at a very distant second.
“You’re not doing yourself or your students any good trying to power through papers if you’re brains scrambled like two eggs on sunday morning.”
Silence...Bianca was thinking it over.
“Well…” The thick fair-haired beauty began, a yield hinted in her sultry voice. “It has been a minute since I have seen everyone. Some female camaraderie might do my low morale some good.”
“Low morale?” questioned Ivana. “What’s up? Everything good with you and Jeb?”
“O-Oh yeah, things are great” said Bianca, Ivy catching the lie almost instantly. “Me and Jeb are great. So are the kids. Its just...these papers. They’re really nothing to rave about. As a teacher, it...it can be a bit disheartening at times, you know?”
“Disheartening huh? That bad?”
“Bad would be a generous word for most of these, Ivy. Its like they’re not even trying half the time. I really do wonder why I even bother some days. ”
“Yeesh..”
“My one girl, Daphne, she’s about the only one who shows any semblance of enthusiasm in her work. I’d settle for enthused if not altogether correct.”
“What about that other kid, the one you’re always riled up about?”
Bianca knew exactly who Ivana meant.
“Oh...yeah, him.
Gerald Stylze was the name of Bianca's student. Blackwood made a big show of not uttering his name, but her body gave off a slight jolt at the recollection of him. Ivana could hear Bianca shift around in her seat at the mention of the unruly student.
"I’ve got his paper right in front of me now...”
“And…” coaxed Ivana, wanting to know more.
“His choice in subject matter is...questionable, to say the least. But his performance is…gawd, his performance.”
"That bad huh?" said Ivana.
Bianca trailed off for a moment, uncertain of how to finish.
“He’s very...intense...about his stance on the matter. Rigorous even.”
“Heh, gotta admire passion in the young ones” added Ivana. “Well, you’ve got one stellar student, and another rigorously passionate one. That, Mrs. Blackwood, is a success. You should treat yourself to a celebration at my place for a job well done in instilling our precious youth with solid academic tutelage.”
At this Bianca had no choice but to laugh.Ivana could come off like a car-saleswoman when she wanted to convince someone to do something. The constant, at times pushy, insistence wrapped in compliments won most people over most of the time. And if her assertive charms didn’t do the trick, her stunning looks would invariably get the job done.
“You pose an interesting case, Mrs. Swallows” joked Bianca. “Let me finish up a few more papers and I’ll see about heading down.”
Seeing was quite different from saying she’d be there,but Ivana took that compliance as about as much a victory as to be attained with Bianca. Truth be told,the blonde bombshell was almost about as stubborn as she was.
“Splendid,hon. It is a potluck, so be sure to bring a little something.”
“Will do” replied Bianca.
The two women spent another few moments working out the few lingering details, and finished their conversation with - more or less - the promise that Bianca Blackwood would be at the Swallows’ residence at 3 P.M.
“One last question before I go, Ivy.” said Bianca.
“Yes?”
“...Sammy won’t be bringing any of those god awful kale muffins, will she?”
…
“Da~” was all Anya White had to say on the matter. “Would be joyed over to go potluck!”
The Russian sounded simply ecstatic on the line. Ivy was almost taken aback by how perky the woman sounded today.
“Overjoyed, dear.” said Ivana.
“Chto?” replied Anya.
“Its overjoyed, not joyed over. I guess Bianca missed that word during your English lessons.”
“Ah, sure sure,yes. Overjoyed. I would be overjoyed to go potluck.”
Ivana didn’t want to be a stickler for english (that was BB’s job) so she left out the correction of going ‘to a’ potluck in the woman’s statement.
“Great Anya. So glad to hear it. Be sure that Tom doesn’t try to weasel his way into going, yes? Strictly a girl’s thing, you can assure him he doesn’t need to act as your shadow like he usually does.”
“Oh, is no problem Ivy. Tom is out of town this weekend. Business trip. Just me and...him...”
Ivy could hear the venom in the Russian wife’s voice upon uttering the word ‘him’. The busty nurse knew exactly who ‘he’ was, and by relation knew Anya was chomping at the bit to be out of the house.
“Ah, the joys of motherhood” said Ivana,a joking lilt to her tone intended to (jokingly) annoy Anya.
“STEP-mother” Anya corrected. “Back home, children like him were marched into the cold and left in woods.”
“Here we just give them therapists.”
“Do therapist have baseball bat and KGB training?”
“No, I’m afraid they most often don’t.”
“Then you Americans are doing it wrong.”
The two women laughed, all but guaranteeing one another that they’d see each other that afternoon.
“3 o’clock sound good?” asked Ivana.
“Da. Will be there with on-bells.”
“Bells on…”
“Chto?”
“With bells on, dear. How would one show up ‘on’ bells?”
“Don’t know...figured it was just one your strange American phrases.”
“Oh, Bianca’s gonna have some serious catch-up work to do.”
...
The fourth and final call was by far the most difficult. Ivana was actually hesitant at first. Stalling for almost an hour with pacing and fiddling about with things in her room. She picked out her clothes for that day; her white sleeveless blouse - the one that best showcase the toned curves of her shoulders and neck, her light colored skirt - that seemed to clench and cup at her meaty curves - and went about drawing a bath armed with her array of scented soaps and oils. Ivana was preparing. She went at this for some time, until finally working up the nerve to dial in the numbers on the phone.
One ring.
Two rings.
Another.
Ivana started to wonder if anyone was home. Her heartbeat quickened. This call was the most crucial to her days plan. She needed it in order for all that she had planned to be put in motion. By now, the seeds she had sown the day or so prior should have already begun to blossom.
Another ring...
And another...
Ivana was starting to think her entire plot had been dashed, everything done for nothing, when…
“Hello…” came the voice from the other end.
It was a low, seductive tambour. Its lilt and cadence tickling the senses like a starlet cooing into a lover’s ear.
“Jenny, dear?” replied Ivana, her tone just as low and luminous as the first.
“Ivy, honey, good to hear your voice.” said Jenny Summers. “Been a dog’s age it feels like since we've talked.”
Eight dog's ages and a life times wouldn't be nearly enough, you slut! was what Ivana wanted to coo into the phone at the blonde haired woman.
“Oh, I know~, been swamped with work just lately.”
“So I’ve heard…” replied Jenny, a faint sense of knowing at the tip of her tongue that cause Ivana to start a little.
“I...I’m having a potluck today.”
“Oh really?”
“Nothing fancy, just the girls and I”
“I see.” said Jenny.
“Wouldn’t be a party without you, hon” shot Ivana.
“Well...I’m helping Harold get some of his things ready. Apparently he got the idea from George that they should go on a fishing trip this weekend.”
“Yes…” said Ivana, cautiously making it sound like she was aware, but not too aware of the men’s plans. “I heard George say something like that the other day. Figured the boys not being around would give us girls a chance to meet up. Its been too long. Can’t even remember the last time we all got together.”
“Last book club meeting” said Jenny flatly, not at all convinced that Ivana could remember their last gathering. “You must have been the busy little beaver to not remember the last book club meeting” shot Jenny.
Ivana could feel her grip tightening on the phone handle. She knows, thought Ivy. Somehow, Jenny knew about what had happened during her town study. She was waving it in front of her, the bitch. As if she hadn't done worse.
“Someone’s gotta do it” said Ivana. “So, we’re seeing you at my place then, right? Three sharp. Wouldn't be a party without you.”
“You say that enough times, and I might actually start believing you, Ivy?”
At this, both women laughed, but not an ounce of warmth was held in the sounds.
“Well, let me just see Harold off, and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Sounds good.”
Ivana heart was thumping harder now.The pace and beat of one about to get into a fight. Despite this however, her calm tone did not waver.
“What should I bring?” asked Jenny.
“Just yourself and that winning smile, Jen. I’ve taken care of everything.”
“Sounds great.”
A long moment went by. A beat that carried on for what could have been an hour. There was a definite tension over the phone. The two women were playing up politeness to the point it became almost suffocating. When the moment reached its choking point;
“Alrighty then, looking forward to seein you, dear. Don’t be late.”
“Can’t wait, Ivy. See you at 3…”
The call ended, and Ivana stood in her bathroom. The tub steamed with hot water, awaiting the woman’s entry. Ivana discarded her robe, allowing the silk to slide her ample form and fall to floor. Her body was a temple; the perfect blend of womanly curve and honed muscle. Any man beholding the sight of her shedding her garment to reveal her tight, thick, rounded ass and thighs, her full breasts, sculpted arms, shoulders and taut flat tummy, would have been left without recourse but to pounce. Ivana Swallows was a sight to behold, and dipping her epic body into the steaming water was the opening act of what was to be a day unlike any other in Coxville County. She was preparing herself, mentally and physically, for a final confrontation. All the pieces and players had been assembled, and she would make sure everything played out the way she sought it to.
Sitting in the tub, Ivana slowly lathered and rubbed herself down, running through her plan again and again in her head as her hands ran to and fro on her body. In only a few hours time, it would all boil down to one thing; she would prove herself the Queen of Coxville to her friends and peers. And, most importantly, she finally put Jenny Summers in her rightful place...under Ivana’s heel. The mere thought of it left Ivana unable to contain herself. And as she wiped and scrubbed gently at her ample body, a finger or two would periodically brush against the outer lips of her pussy, teasing herself at the thought of what was to come.
...
"Ok, so, run it by me again...how’d this happen?” asked Harold Summers as he rounded the checkout aisle. Both his pasty arms were crossed over his chest, fully occupied with an assortment of boxed snacks and plastic packages he’d lifted from his shopping cart. Both hands were filled to the brim with beef jerky, an amassment of candy bars, chips and about a half dozen other roadtrip oriented goods.
“He-he, you just want to hear the good parts again” chuckled George Swallows, who was already standing in the grocery line and placing his own bounty of treats flatly on the black conveyer belt.
“Oh, come on now, don’t try to spin it like I’M the one who is too eager for the gritty details. Heck, YOU came runnin to ME about this” rebuked Summers as he placed the checkout counter divider down, creating a barricade between his items and George’s, and began placing them down the shifting belt.
"I’m just trying to get, uh...clarification, on the matter, know what I mean?”
Harold may has well been nudging an elbow into his friend’s ribs as he spoke, his voice low yet holding not an ounce of subtlety. Harold wanted to hear the story (again), straight from the horses mouth.
“Alright, alright” said George, batting away Summer’s incessant ‘insistence’ that he recant the tale again, blow-by-blow.
“So last night, I’m sitting on the couch” began George. “I’m watching Dog do his thing, chasin down scumbags and looking like an absolute badass doing it.”
Harold listened intently, his eyes not taking themselves off George once as moved the last of his items from the basket to the conveyer belt.
“When all of a sudden, from behind, I feel a hand start to creep from my shoulder to my neck, and something small and pointed pressed against my head.”
“Uh-huh” droned Harold, as if he hadn’t heard the tale twice before now.
“It was so sudden and quiet I jumped half outta my skin. I was watching Dog, you know, so where my mindset is, i’ve got it in my head the thing pressed against my skull is like a taser or gun something. And suddenly I hear;
“Don’t move a muscle, bra!”
“I turn, and standing there, wearin a smirk sneaky as I don’t know what, is Ivy. Swear, the woman was a cat-burglar in another life, cuz I didn’t hear her make a sound.”
“Wouldn’t be saying much Georgy” chuckled Harold, “your hearing has always been pretty much shit.”
Hey? You want hear the rest of the story or not? can it with the extra commentary.”
“Well now, pardon me good sir", said Harold, making a half-hearted little bow as they slowly motion down the aisle. "By all means, do continue”
The girl at the register - a pale and sleepy-eyed, but astounding white beauty with curly black hair - was moving at what could have been called (by a generous soul) as a ‘snail’s pace’. One couldn't exactly blame her though. She had started her shift at 5 AM that Saturday morning, before the sun had even risen. She lazily went about scanning each and every item of the previous customers items. It certainly didn't help matters that she had gotten only the smallest amount of sleep last night, not leaving company (bed) of her boyfriend until almost 3 AM. She wanted to be cross with him for keeping her up so late, until she recalled what they'd actually been doing in the wee hours of the morning.
The customer ahead of Harold and George, a slightly older man with a balding silver pate, issued no complaint with the girl’s less than speedy pace however. Her generous cleavage pressed inside her white ill-fitting flannel gave him more than enough entertainment as he waited for her to complete her task. George and Harold made only mild comments about the old man’s blatant ogling of her round pales mounds, and only a few more about the girl herself.
“Anyway, as I was sayin. Ivy’s standin there, wearin this little black number that I have NEVER seen her in before. She's smilin like she'd just tricked the fox outta going into the hen house.”
Harold let out a small giggle. George was just getting to the good part.
“And I say; jeezus Ivy, you scared the life outta me! And she’s laughin her ass off like we’re back in high school. And she says; Oh, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. You’re just too easy.”
“He-he, ain’t that the truth” said Harold.
“And me, I’m sittin there, trying my best bring my heartbeat down to a simmer from the small fit she’d just given me, and I say; what on earth’s gotten into you? She hasn’t been the practical joker type in...sheesh...forever. Then it happens.”
“Yeah, here we go…” said Harold, eagerly rubbing his hands together in anticipation. They were nearing the apex of the anecdote now, and it hadn’t failed to give Harold Summers goosebumps yet.”
“She leans in, real close, towers over me almost. She's got this perfume on, swore it smelled like lavender and magic, And Ivy’s - well, without saying too much - you know my wife’s got quite the womanly figure on her.”
“I’ve noted you a being a very lucky man in that regard” chuckled Harold.
“So my Ivy, bein built the way she is, smellin like she was, leans in real close. I mean she’s practically trying to smother me with her chest, and she says-”
“Here we go…” repeated Harold.
“Nothin tonight...we should remedy that…”
At this both men let out hardy chuckles openly in the line.
“I’m tellin you Harry, the extra hours she’s been putting in at the school’s straight turned her rabid. I mean, we must have gone about four-five times last night. Huffin and puffin up a storm like we were kids again. Would’a swore it was our honeymoon.”
Harold let out a giddy chuckle at this. “Ooooowe~, Georgey you virile cad you!”
By this time the girl at the register had begun on their jolly pair’s grocceries. George’s detailing of the previous night’s events had been in hearing reach of the young dark haired from around the ‘we should remedy that ‘ remark. She could fill in the blanks from there. Secretly, she found the idea of these two old geezers ‘huffing and puffing’ revolting, but kept such sentiments to herself.
“I tell you buddy, NOTHING beats having at a gorgeous woman under with the audible musings of Dog cheering you on in the background."
"Right you are, brah!".
“Anyway, as I was sayin. Ivy’s standin there, wearin this little black number that I have NEVER seen her in before. She's smilin like she'd just tricked the fox outta going into the hen house.”
Harold let out a small giggle. George was just getting to the good part.
“And I say; jeezus Ivy, you scared the life outta me! And she’s laughin her ass off like we’re back in high school. And she says; Oh, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. You’re just too easy.”
“He-he, ain’t that the truth” said Harold.
“And me, I’m sittin there, trying my best bring my heartbeat down to a simmer from the small fit she’d just given me, and I say; what on earth’s gotten into you? She hasn’t been the practical joker type in...sheesh...forever. Then it happens.”
“Yeah, here we go…” said Harold, eagerly rubbing his hands together in anticipation. They were nearing the apex of the anecdote now, and it hadn’t failed to give Harold Summers goosebumps yet.”
“She leans in, real close, towers over me almost. She's got this perfume on, swore it smelled like lavender and magic, And Ivy’s - well, without saying too much - you know my wife’s got quite the womanly figure on her.”
“I’ve noted you a being a very lucky man in that regard” chuckled Harold.
“So my Ivy, bein built the way she is, smellin like she was, leans in real close. I mean she’s practically trying to smother me with her chest, and she says-”
“Here we go…” repeated Harold.
“Nothin tonight...we should remedy that…”
At this both men let out hardy chuckles openly in the line.
“I’m tellin you Harry, the extra hours she’s been putting in at the school’s straight turned her rabid. I mean, we must have gone about four-five times last night. Huffin and puffin up a storm like we were kids again. Would’a swore it was our honeymoon.”
Harold let out a giddy chuckle at this. “Ooooowe~, Georgey you virile cad you!”
By this time the girl at the register had begun on their jolly pair’s grocceries. George’s detailing of the previous night’s events had been in hearing reach of the young dark haired from around the ‘we should remedy that ‘ remark. She could fill in the blanks from there. Secretly, she found the idea of these two old geezers ‘huffing and puffing’ revolting, but kept such sentiments to herself.
“I tell you buddy, NOTHING beats having at a gorgeous woman under with the audible musings of Dog cheering you on in the background."
"Right you are, brah!".
The two laughed openly, while the female clerk silently rolled her eyes.
"After it was all over, we just laid there and talked. Hadn't dawned on me til last night how little of that we actually get around to doin these days.”
“Among other things...” added Harold with a smirk.
“Truer words never spoken aloud.”
The checkout girl silently went about scanning each item. The overheard tale had done nothing but remind her of how much she missed her boyfriend. It had been a whole nine hours since she’d seen him. Assessing that much time as having passed since she’d last gotten laid silently made her anxious.
“And we got around to talkin about how we - that’s you and I - never really get around to having any ‘MEN’ time, ya know?”
“Work has kept me cooped up for a while now” agreed Harold. “Barely even see Jenny and Kitty these days.”
“Yep, and you’ve hung out with the guys even less. Hence, why this fishing trip got put together.”
“Heh, pretty last minute, but hey, a trip to the lake sounds like a good chance of scenery. I swear, I think I was starting to see everything in binary because of that danged computer screen.”
"This trip will do us all some serious good, Harry my boy. The fella's are already headin down there. Figured we'd pick up some last minute supplies, the essentials of course, and head on down behind them. Two days of uninterrupted relaxation, MAN style."
“And how are you doin today, darlin?” said George, his eyes fixed on the girl’s stark blue eyes for the first time.
She gave the two old geezers a cordial reply, rang them up accordingly, and granted them a few small giggles at their bad jokes and attempts at flirtation. God, she couldn’t wait to be off. She silently thanked Jesus her shift was ending in only a few minutes. The clerk rang up their items, gave them their total. They paid, loaded the items into their bags, and she promptly erected the small sign at her cash register reading ‘Register Closed’. DONE, she thought triumphantly, her shift finally ended
“Among other things...” added Harold with a smirk.
“Truer words never spoken aloud.”
The checkout girl silently went about scanning each item. The overheard tale had done nothing but remind her of how much she missed her boyfriend. It had been a whole nine hours since she’d seen him. Assessing that much time as having passed since she’d last gotten laid silently made her anxious.
“And we got around to talkin about how we - that’s you and I - never really get around to having any ‘MEN’ time, ya know?”
“Work has kept me cooped up for a while now” agreed Harold. “Barely even see Jenny and Kitty these days.”
“Yep, and you’ve hung out with the guys even less. Hence, why this fishing trip got put together.”
“Heh, pretty last minute, but hey, a trip to the lake sounds like a good chance of scenery. I swear, I think I was starting to see everything in binary because of that danged computer screen.”
"This trip will do us all some serious good, Harry my boy. The fella's are already headin down there. Figured we'd pick up some last minute supplies, the essentials of course, and head on down behind them. Two days of uninterrupted relaxation, MAN style."
“And how are you doin today, darlin?” said George, his eyes fixed on the girl’s stark blue eyes for the first time.
She gave the two old geezers a cordial reply, rang them up accordingly, and granted them a few small giggles at their bad jokes and attempts at flirtation. God, she couldn’t wait to be off. She silently thanked Jesus her shift was ending in only a few minutes. The clerk rang up their items, gave them their total. They paid, loaded the items into their bags, and she promptly erected the small sign at her cash register reading ‘Register Closed’. DONE, she thought triumphantly, her shift finally ended
“Thank you kindly darlin” said the old geezers.
She’d managed to issue as much “have a nice--” before her voice caught in her throat. Her gaze had shifted over to the store's entrance. Her boyfriend had just walked in. He'd said he was going to give her a ride, and had actually shown up early for a change. She half jumped out her skin in excitement, her once-weary facial expression melting away in an instant as she saw his tall muscular form saunter into the store. She almost trampled over the two old geezers to race down the aisle and get to her man. George and Harold had seen the sudden shift in the girl's manner and tone, and turned to follow her mad-dash as she bolted from around the cash register.
"Whoa!" said Geroge, almost colliding with the young woman as she whizzed by the pair of them in a flash.
The two men took a moment to admire the girl's hitherto hidden assets, which were tucked tightly into a pair of blue jeans so form-fitting as to give the illusion of being painting on, as opposed to being worn.
"Man oh man" uttered Harold, admiring the girl's taut waist, rounded hips, toned legs and thighs. Her behind was a bit big for his taste, but all-in-all the girl was a vision.
"Reminds me of that one actress" chimed in George. "You know, the one from those stupid romance movies with the sparklin vampires."
"Yeah..." half-agreed Harold. "If she hit the gym with Sammy Spitzmen six days a week".
The two men chuckled all the way up til they saw the dark haired beauty leap into the thick chisled arms of the 6 foot plus black youth who entered the store at that moment. Harold gave out a nervous cough as they watched the young thing throw her arms around the negro's muscle strewn shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, his six (or was it eight) pack abs showing beneath the thin fabric of his white tank top shirt. The motion of her suddenly being hoisted in his arms caused his baggy blue jeans to sag even lower than they had when he'd walked in, giving it the look as though his pants were altogether about to slip to ground.
She kissed at his cheek, temple, bald head and full dark lips with little to no consideration for the sneer of onlookers in the store. She was officially off the clock after all, who cared.
She gripped him tighter, her firm legs tightening around her dark stallion. The caused his pants to slip down another inch or so. This time, both middle aged men let out a nervous cough, as the front of the black young man's pants slipped to reveal the front of his boxers. The bulge at the front of the black youth's crotch made it look like he'd smuggled one of those giant kielbasa sausages in the front of his pants...of the 'thick' and 'jumbo' variety.
"A-hem!" choked George.
"Well now..." began Harold. "Let's uh..."
"Yeah, let's get goin."
"Whoa!" said Geroge, almost colliding with the young woman as she whizzed by the pair of them in a flash.
The two men took a moment to admire the girl's hitherto hidden assets, which were tucked tightly into a pair of blue jeans so form-fitting as to give the illusion of being painting on, as opposed to being worn.
"Man oh man" uttered Harold, admiring the girl's taut waist, rounded hips, toned legs and thighs. Her behind was a bit big for his taste, but all-in-all the girl was a vision.
"Reminds me of that one actress" chimed in George. "You know, the one from those stupid romance movies with the sparklin vampires."
"Yeah..." half-agreed Harold. "If she hit the gym with Sammy Spitzmen six days a week".
The two men chuckled all the way up til they saw the dark haired beauty leap into the thick chisled arms of the 6 foot plus black youth who entered the store at that moment. Harold gave out a nervous cough as they watched the young thing throw her arms around the negro's muscle strewn shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, his six (or was it eight) pack abs showing beneath the thin fabric of his white tank top shirt. The motion of her suddenly being hoisted in his arms caused his baggy blue jeans to sag even lower than they had when he'd walked in, giving it the look as though his pants were altogether about to slip to ground.
She kissed at his cheek, temple, bald head and full dark lips with little to no consideration for the sneer of onlookers in the store. She was officially off the clock after all, who cared.
She gripped him tighter, her firm legs tightening around her dark stallion. The caused his pants to slip down another inch or so. This time, both middle aged men let out a nervous cough, as the front of the black young man's pants slipped to reveal the front of his boxers. The bulge at the front of the black youth's crotch made it look like he'd smuggled one of those giant kielbasa sausages in the front of his pants...of the 'thick' and 'jumbo' variety.
"A-hem!" choked George.
"Well now..." began Harold. "Let's uh..."
"Yeah, let's get goin."
Without another word, the two men headed out of the store. They had no choice but to pass the joyous couple as they sped walk to George's truck to load up their things. They caught the deep baritone of the young man saying;
"Damn baby, you actin like I ain't just seen you last night. Figured you'd be tired by now."
and the girl's subsequent giggle of;
"Not for you and that billy club of yours, sugar."
Harold and George couldn't hold back the beet red blush on their faces as they rounded the couple and got to the truck.
"Well..." said Harold, obviously uneasy.
"Didn't quite see that one comin" ended George.
The two were silent loading up their goods into the car. Harold was so preoccupied loading his portion of the groceries, he hadn't seen the person walking behind him. There was a sudden collision of bodies, and Harold found himself being bumped into the car door. He suddenly found himself being berated by the angry bass of another man's voice.
"HEY! Watch where you steppin!" boomed the voice.
Harold's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't seen the person he'd bumped into, bit the voice was deep and low. Most definitely sounded black.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! So sorry. So, so-"
Harold turned, his arms half raised. He wasn't sure if they were raised to prepare for a blow, or raised in an 'I surrender' gesture, but they were raised. His rapid heartbeat settled only when he saw the face belonging to the hostile voice, along with George's laughter from the other side of the vehicle.
"Ha-Ha!" came the hardy laugh of Coach Black, all 6 plus feet and two-hundred pounds of him towering above Harold like a jovial black giant.
"How many times am I gonna get you with that one, Summers?"
"Jeezus, Coach, you scared the wits outta me."
"I know, THAT's whats so funny."
Coach laughed, George laughed and in turn Harold had to let out a bit of a chuckle as well. Coach Black and he weren't strictly what one would call 'friends'. Their history was...complicated...to say the least. And while he would have voiced grievance with the negro's prank, he voiced no complaint. Doing so would have started an altercation, and Harold Summers was not one for altercations. Besides, voicing a dislike for the large bald black phys.ed teacher would incur questions from George. Why don't you and Coach Black like each other, that guys a riot, George would as. Harold would then be forced to give reasons as to why he and Black weren't bosom buddies.
He'd have to tell him about the looks he'd been giving his wife, Jenny. The looks that Jenny - despite her not acknowledging or even knowing it - had given him. Harold would have to hint of there being the lingering scent of hostility in the wake of a particular pool party which had occurred earlier that summer. The memory of that wasn't something Harold was going to get into. He wouldn't let what he saw that ruin his fishing trip.
"How goes it fellas!" said Coach Black.
"It goes, Coach. Yourself?"
"Can't complain. Can't complain at all."
Coach Black was a mountain of a man. Tall and thick with mass and muscle. Added to this were his masculine good looks; strong squared jaw, shaped nose, solid cheekbones, etc. George always compared him to that one black actor. "The British guy, the one on that Luther show." Referrence to his physical prowess was always doubled when Black wore clothing like he did on this day; a plain white (and rather ill-fitting) polo shirt, track pants with two white stripes going down the sides, and trainers that looked like they cost a few hundred dollars easy. The plainer the outfit Coach Black wore, the more his amassment of abs, biceps, shoulders and such were showcased. He was the envy of most men in town, despite the fact very few ever made the foolhardy confession of saying so out loud.
"So, where ya'll two off to?" said Coach. "Ya'll packed up with more snacks than truck."
"Yeah" replied Harold, forcing his mind back to the conversation at hand. "Me and George are heading out for the weekend."
"Fishing, out by the lake." added George from his side of the truck.
"Nice!" came another voice, this one also deep like Black's, but far less aggressive.
"Nothing like a good fishing trip to get center oneself."
It was then that Harold noticed. Noticed the other black man standing beside Coach Black.
"Damn baby, you actin like I ain't just seen you last night. Figured you'd be tired by now."
and the girl's subsequent giggle of;
"Not for you and that billy club of yours, sugar."
Harold and George couldn't hold back the beet red blush on their faces as they rounded the couple and got to the truck.
"Well..." said Harold, obviously uneasy.
"Didn't quite see that one comin" ended George.
The two were silent loading up their goods into the car. Harold was so preoccupied loading his portion of the groceries, he hadn't seen the person walking behind him. There was a sudden collision of bodies, and Harold found himself being bumped into the car door. He suddenly found himself being berated by the angry bass of another man's voice.
"HEY! Watch where you steppin!" boomed the voice.
Harold's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't seen the person he'd bumped into, bit the voice was deep and low. Most definitely sounded black.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! So sorry. So, so-"
Harold turned, his arms half raised. He wasn't sure if they were raised to prepare for a blow, or raised in an 'I surrender' gesture, but they were raised. His rapid heartbeat settled only when he saw the face belonging to the hostile voice, along with George's laughter from the other side of the vehicle.
"Ha-Ha!" came the hardy laugh of Coach Black, all 6 plus feet and two-hundred pounds of him towering above Harold like a jovial black giant.
"How many times am I gonna get you with that one, Summers?"
"Jeezus, Coach, you scared the wits outta me."
"I know, THAT's whats so funny."
Coach laughed, George laughed and in turn Harold had to let out a bit of a chuckle as well. Coach Black and he weren't strictly what one would call 'friends'. Their history was...complicated...to say the least. And while he would have voiced grievance with the negro's prank, he voiced no complaint. Doing so would have started an altercation, and Harold Summers was not one for altercations. Besides, voicing a dislike for the large bald black phys.ed teacher would incur questions from George. Why don't you and Coach Black like each other, that guys a riot, George would as. Harold would then be forced to give reasons as to why he and Black weren't bosom buddies.
He'd have to tell him about the looks he'd been giving his wife, Jenny. The looks that Jenny - despite her not acknowledging or even knowing it - had given him. Harold would have to hint of there being the lingering scent of hostility in the wake of a particular pool party which had occurred earlier that summer. The memory of that wasn't something Harold was going to get into. He wouldn't let what he saw that ruin his fishing trip.
"How goes it fellas!" said Coach Black.
"It goes, Coach. Yourself?"
"Can't complain. Can't complain at all."
Coach Black was a mountain of a man. Tall and thick with mass and muscle. Added to this were his masculine good looks; strong squared jaw, shaped nose, solid cheekbones, etc. George always compared him to that one black actor. "The British guy, the one on that Luther show." Referrence to his physical prowess was always doubled when Black wore clothing like he did on this day; a plain white (and rather ill-fitting) polo shirt, track pants with two white stripes going down the sides, and trainers that looked like they cost a few hundred dollars easy. The plainer the outfit Coach Black wore, the more his amassment of abs, biceps, shoulders and such were showcased. He was the envy of most men in town, despite the fact very few ever made the foolhardy confession of saying so out loud.
"So, where ya'll two off to?" said Coach. "Ya'll packed up with more snacks than truck."
"Yeah" replied Harold, forcing his mind back to the conversation at hand. "Me and George are heading out for the weekend."
"Fishing, out by the lake." added George from his side of the truck.
"Nice!" came another voice, this one also deep like Black's, but far less aggressive.
"Nothing like a good fishing trip to get center oneself."
It was then that Harold noticed. Noticed the other black man standing beside Coach Black.
"Aw, don't you start up wit'cho Zen, Chakra, back-to-mother-earth's-womb type shit." belted Coach at - who Harold Summers would have sworn - was an exact clone of himself. He had to do a double take for a moment, shook his head the slightest bit. I must have hit my head against the car or something, thought Harold. I'm seeing double.
"Being out in all that green, water and fresh air, MAN, nothing beats it!"
This man, this double of the Coach, spoke nothing like him. He was boisterous, enthusiastic and - though his tone was deep in the manner common to many blacks in Coxville - held less the harsh, ebonics-like qualities of the others. It reminded Harold of a camp-counselor.
"I...I'm sorry, I...I think I might have hit my head or something. I'm seeing double."
The two black men laughed the same laugh.
"Been a minute since we heard that one, huh bro?" said the jovial black man.
He was bald, like Coach Black. He was tall like Coach Black. They were both sculpted from head to toe with beyond impressive athletic muscle. It was only the difference of facial hair and dress style that set the two men apart.
"Can't say I missed it" said Coach. "I don't think you two have met my younger brother before."
"B-Brother?" said both George and Harold.
"Oh, come off it, Coach" said the clone, the title Coach carried a more than sarcastic slant to it.
"Younger by a measly two minutes."
"Two years, two minutes, you still bringing up the rear."
"Yeah, yeah, you keep tellin yourself that, bro."
"Any-damn-way, guys, this is my TWIN brother, Richard" announced Coach. "Rich, this is Harold Summers and George Swallows. Local head-honchos in town...on opposite day."
Coach chuckled, and George even managed to let out a hardy bark of laughter at the slight jab. It always baffled and more than a bit annoyed Harold, how much George and Coach got along. George was his best friend, had been since their youngest days in school. Yet, whenever Coach Black turned up, George would suddenly start acting the fool to gain Coach's favor. Laughing at his jokes, despite how often they were aimed at him. Agreeing with him, despite the fact he knew George didn't agree. It really ground his gears to see his best friend suck up to the over-muscled jock.
"Rich just got back in from out of town. Hasn't been in Coxville in ages."
"Oh yeah?" inquired George, "where you been all this time?"
"Here and there mostly" said Rich said with a serene smile. It was a cagey answer, but one George simply nodded his head at.
The brown skinned twin may have physically looked identical to his sports-nut of a brother, but they dressed completely different from one another. Rich wore a rather loose fitting, V-neck shirt of some strange breed of cloth. Something that look closer to what one of those spiritual yogi's would wear in some far off country to the east. He wore baggy tanned shorts, jeans that had been cut just beneath the knee. His large bare feet sat snug in brown sandles. Around Rich's neck was adorned a large wreath of what looked like prayer beads. They sat loosely around the highly defined muscles of his neck.
"I guess here and there had an excellent gym and eating program" said George, loading the last of his things into the truck.
Rich laughed at this. "The world is my gym, sir. You can be anywhere in the world and still get in a good workout."
"Yeah" grunted George, "I'll keep that in mind next time I'm aching to get some push ups in at the office."
"My little brother here gets it in when he can. He's ain't nearly as on point as me, mind you, but he gets it in."
"Must everything be a comparison with you, Coach?" said Rich. "Some would think all that bluster and boasting is the tell of insecurity."
"Pfft! Fuck outta here!" replied Coach.
"What're ya'll up to?" asked George.
"Us?" said Coach, "We just picking up a few thangs. Meat for this little barbecue that's going down today."
"Oh yeah?" said George. "Bit of a hot one to be throwin a barbecue, ain't it?"
"Maybe..." replied Coach. "Its a favor really."
"What's her name?" chuckled George.
At this, Coach issued his own chuckle in confession. "Hey, you know how it goes G. When a Coxville woman asks a man to provide the meat, you KNOW he's got no choice but to oblige."
"Ha! Here here brother! Get'er done brah!"
"You know I will" said Coach, a knowing smirk etched on his face that George didn't catch.
George turned his car key in the ignition, which caused the vehicle to spring to life.
"Let's hit the road, Harry!" called George to Harold, who was staring hard at the black pair.
Harold wanted to ask Coach something. Wanted to demand where this 'barbecue' was being held. Who was hosting it? What favor? About a half dozen other probing and pointed questions that ran through his mind in quick succession. However by the time he'd worked up his voice to ask the first--
*BEEP BEE~EP!* blared the sound of the truck's horn.
"Earth to Summers, we've got miles and miles to go hombre. Let's get moving."
Harold sighed. Black and his twin brother were already heading into the store.
"Peace, gentlemen! Safe travels!" called Rich over the blare the truck's engine.
Harold, defeated, slumped his shoulders and wiped the thought from his head. He was (probably) just being paranoid. Paranoid and out of sorts. Lord knew he had ample reason to be suspicious but...something held him back from pursuing confrontation. He couldn't place his finger on what made him not act more aggressive towards the negro coach. It wasn't the thought of conflict...not really. It was something else. Some nagging urge that impelled to him to keep quiet on the matter, for fear of disrupting what he'd fashioned to be a - more or less - perfect life. The looming 'If' of Coach and his wife hung over him, and yet Harold Summers still shrugged it off.
"I'm coming, hold your dang horses!" he said, throwing the last of his items in the back of the truck and speed-stepping over the passenger side. He hopped inside Geroge's truck and gave one final look at the store in the faint expectation of seeing Coach Black and his brother entering the store. Instead he saw the young couple from before. The overly muscled black youth in the tank-top, and the gorgeous store clerk girl with the black hair. They walked out of the store, hand-in-hand and with a fire in their eyes that told Harold all he needed to know about how the young pair planned on spending the rest of their Saturday. The sight made Harold Summers gulp nervously. He was being paranoid, he knew it...and yet, he would spend most of the drive to the lake in an uneasy silence. Running through every conceivable scenario in his head.
*BEEP BEE~EP!* blared the sound of the truck's horn.
"Earth to Summers, we've got miles and miles to go hombre. Let's get moving."
Harold sighed. Black and his twin brother were already heading into the store.
"Peace, gentlemen! Safe travels!" called Rich over the blare the truck's engine.
Harold, defeated, slumped his shoulders and wiped the thought from his head. He was (probably) just being paranoid. Paranoid and out of sorts. Lord knew he had ample reason to be suspicious but...something held him back from pursuing confrontation. He couldn't place his finger on what made him not act more aggressive towards the negro coach. It wasn't the thought of conflict...not really. It was something else. Some nagging urge that impelled to him to keep quiet on the matter, for fear of disrupting what he'd fashioned to be a - more or less - perfect life. The looming 'If' of Coach and his wife hung over him, and yet Harold Summers still shrugged it off.
"I'm coming, hold your dang horses!" he said, throwing the last of his items in the back of the truck and speed-stepping over the passenger side. He hopped inside Geroge's truck and gave one final look at the store in the faint expectation of seeing Coach Black and his brother entering the store. Instead he saw the young couple from before. The overly muscled black youth in the tank-top, and the gorgeous store clerk girl with the black hair. They walked out of the store, hand-in-hand and with a fire in their eyes that told Harold all he needed to know about how the young pair planned on spending the rest of their Saturday. The sight made Harold Summers gulp nervously. He was being paranoid, he knew it...and yet, he would spend most of the drive to the lake in an uneasy silence. Running through every conceivable scenario in his head.
You know how it goes the booming voice of Coach Black would occassionally echo in Harold's head. When a Coxville woman asks a man to provide the meat, you KNOW he's got no choice but to oblige.
*GULP!*
The Swallows' residence was in the midst of preparation. From top to bottom, Ivana moved about the grand two story suburban home, a beyond efficient cleaning machine. Every surface wiped down, every speck of dust removed, every dish washed. Though the gathering was set to take place in the large living room of the abode, Ivana worked like a fiend to have every corner and crevasse of the house looking spotless. She'd have nothing short of perfection today, from the floors, to the table, fine china to various home furnishings. When everything was complete, the large serving table in the next room over awaiting the various bringing's of the home's guest, Ivana lounged on the large red couch positioned at the far northern end the living room.
Ivana, much the rest of her home, looked nothing short of immaculate. She wore her white vest and teal min-skirt, along with her favorite pair of white high heels. Her vest, on the cusp of ill-fitting, showcased her taught shoulders and toned smooth arms and bunched her tremendous chest inside its fabric. The skirt she wore clung to her thick womanly curves, teasing the meaty but muscular portions of her thighs and showcasing her rounded bubble butt from virtually any angle. The busty nurse looked simply stunning, her body a temple shrouded in compact cloth.
Ivana, much the rest of her home, looked nothing short of immaculate. She wore her white vest and teal min-skirt, along with her favorite pair of white high heels. Her vest, on the cusp of ill-fitting, showcased her taught shoulders and toned smooth arms and bunched her tremendous chest inside its fabric. The skirt she wore clung to her thick womanly curves, teasing the meaty but muscular portions of her thighs and showcasing her rounded bubble butt from virtually any angle. The busty nurse looked simply stunning, her body a temple shrouded in compact cloth.
It was 2:54 in the afternoon, mere minutes away from the time her guests would arrive. Her plan had been put in motion from the time she'd made those four earlier. Her final, aggressive, gambit against Jenny Summers put into play hours ago. In actuality, it had all begun for the luscious brunette nurse even earlier than that day. Yes, Ivana Swallows had decided what had to be done, what she had to do, some days prior. It had struck her one evening, the very same night of her secret foray into dark territory with several VERY able-bodied black men at her job. The plan came together like a set of puzzle pieces, simplistic in how the parts connected to form a whole. That night, after she'd finished pleasuring herself for the second or third time to the memory of those big black bulls having at her ample figure, she'd put it all into play.
In order for her plan to work, the first variable that needed to be removed, was her husband. She sauntered to him that night in that same living room, still riding the wave of carnal euphoria from pounding she'd taken. Ivana had found herself feeling playful that evening. She used it to her advantage. Creeping up to her husband, she made a game of seducing him. Giving him a light scare whilst he watched that ridiculous bounty hunting show of his. She could hear the sound of the television as she silently crept down the stairs from their bedroom and into the large space of their home.
"Don't move, brah!" came the booming voice from the tv.
The man sounded ridiculous, brah and all that talk. But she used it to advantage all the same. It was all to easy to creep up on George, get the drop on him by placing a finger to the back of his head and mimicking the voice of the large bounty-hunting lummox (whom she could tell from but a glance of the tv was only hiding about 5.4 inches inside his tight stone-washed jeans), wouldn't even be worth the time she thought. It was all too easy to scared her little husband, as he jumped a foot in the air upon being startled from his place on the couch. She laughed, chittered at his moment of fear like she was young again. She hadn't had that much messing with a boy since college.
They'd had a moment then, a shared laugh at how good Ivana had gotten her rotund hubby. She used that to her advantage. It was all to easy to proceed from there. She was still horny, her pussy hungry for more cock. As she leaned in and gave her husband the hint of her desire, she admittedly let her thoughts drift back to earlier that day. She recalled being bent over her check-up, being hammered with no mercy by big black cocks. The large powerful things invading her open holes again and again. As she licked at her man's ear and went on to remove the belt of his pants, Ivana remembered sucking and kneading, choking and sputtering on big black poles and large round balls that made her husband's look simply comedic in comparison. By the time she'd worked George's pants off, he was already rock hard (5.7 inches erect). Gazing at the skinny erected pink think, she had to hold in a laugh.
She remembered ZJ, a regular titan of a man with near jet-black skin, mounting her. She remembered the tall black athlete cramming his long chocolate cock into her begging pink holes. The memory made her wet. She wanted more, and though her husband's cock couldn't even come close to satiating her rising lust, it would do for the time being. She rode George that night, wild, hard and with about as much as her black bull's would have given her if they'd been beneath her instead of her husband.
"Fuck me, fuck me, baby!" Ivana moaned, her appetite for man-flesh controlling her words as she ground her hips down on her husband's soft marshmallowy his, her hands holding him down at his soft man-boobs.
And all the while, flashing images of Ivana being spread, gaped, gagged and pummeled by three jumbo sized members the color of ebony. She couldn't fight it after a while. Couldn't fight the pleasure of how much the rush, the punishment from those big nigger dicks. The memory made her lash out at George, who could do not but clutch at the couch pillows, the arm-rest, struggle to get his hands around her large round bosoms as she hopped up and down upon him. George's cock couldn't even come close to hitting Ivana as deep as Z.J. could. At best it would poke what meager inches he had into her and strike up the urge in her to feel more. The gorgeous brunette longed to be filled up once again. And though George could not deliver on this, the inches that did get inside her drove her mad all the same.
"Harder, HARDER!" she demanded, a picture of the two master-sized cocks belonging to the school janitors slamming her exposed holes from two fronts crossing her mind.
Ivana wanted to come. Wanted to feel that release ever so desperately. George could see this, and did everything in his power not to let his load go too quickly. It was torture trying to do so. The black sheer night gown Ivana had been wearing left little to the imagination, and his wife's ample parts exposed from beneath the fabric looked simply astonishing when flexed against the soft blue glow of their television screen.
"Ugh! Oh! Oh! My!" grunted and groaned George. Even on their honeymoon, Ivana had never been like this. Even when they were a young couple, he had never seen her this aggressive, this (dare he think it) animalistic.
The woman jumping up and down on his hard pinkish shaft wasn't his wife. Couldn't have been. The woman fucking him senseless - riding him so hard she was knocking much needed breaths out of his chest with each big bounce of her full hips and powerful round ass that night - was a woman possessed.
Ivana carried on for another few moments,
"Come on, come ON! Harder, HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" she demanded, and ground herself down onto him so hard he swore his pelvis would snap like firewood.
Eventually, the woman looked down at the overwhelmed Swallows. The eyes that pierced him weren't the eyes of his often irritable, health-nut of a wife. The scanning deep green pupils that were cast down on him were the ones belonging to a fiend. A succubus in every manner sans name. And it was that eye contact, Ivana glaring down at him while pouncing on his pitiful cock, that he found himself unable to hold on any longer.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she howled.
"UUUUGGGHHOOOOHHHH GOSH!!!" bellowed George beneath her, clutching her to him and burying his face between her large round mounds, conquered by her lower body dropping itself without mercy on his manhood.
His white cum spurted out in a swift pop of muscle and force, woefully less than the amount those black monsters had shot onto her. She remembered being hosed by the trio of negroes, and was let down to feel only a small flexing of George's stiff cock surrender what felt like a few drops into her soaking wet womanhood.
"Oh gosh, oh my GOSH!" whimpered George, over and over again weakly, like a small chant to calm his taxed body.
He went limp, his body relaxing against hers. She feigned the same. She lay atop him, nowhere near satisfied, but pleased with the certainty of knowing that -now- George would do whatever she asked. The Swallows couple made idle chit-chat over the noise and clamor of the television, which had served as rough background noise for all ten minutes of the event. George was out of breath. She hadn't even broken a sweat.
"I *huff* have *huff*NO idea what's gotten into you, Ivy *huff* but I gotta say *huff* I LOVE it."
"Works got me all riled up" said Ivana, not lying...not really. "Girls gotta get her way some how, right?"
"Yes indeed, wife. Yes indeed."
From there it was the easiest thing in the world to get George talking about what he needed. It was even easier for her to suggest him taking a load off that weekend. Taking a vacation so as to get away from all the stress of work and whatnot.
"You and Harold haven't had much time for yourselves in a while", she said, the thoughtful glint in her eyes hidden from his view as she lay her head upon his chest.
George agreed. He and Harry hadn't had a vacation in a coon's age. After what he just had with his wife, some time with the boys would just in order. He could hardly keep the story contained long enough to tell his best chum Harold.
"Yeah...you got a point" he said.
From there, it was the easiest thing in the world for construct the idea of George 'taking the weekend' to go fishing.
"I'll just stay here, eagerly waiting for you come back and give me some more of this monster right here." Ivana lied, gripping George's spent cock and chuckling the slightest bit at the joke.
"Yeah...yeah that sounds like a great idea, actually."
"That's why you married me, dear" said Ivana. In her mind, she was already making preparations for what would follow.
It was the easiest thing in the world, and now - hours later - Ivana Swallows was sitting in her empty home, awaiting her guests. She sipped idly at a glass of ice-water, looking at the clock mounted above the television.
2:59 PM. Any moment now, Ivana thought. It would start as soon as--
*DING-DONG!*
The ring of the doorbell came just as the clock shifted from 2:59 to 3:00 PM. Must be BB, thought Ivana. The woman took the phrase 'sharp' without a hint of ease. Punctual was Bianca Blackwood to a fault. Ivana Swallows then rose from her seat on the couch and strolled over to her large front door. A mirror was mounted on the wall to the left of the entrance space of the house. She took one more moment to admire herself in the mirror. She loved her body, she knew she looked good - no - GREAT. She knew what her body was capable of, and she knew her mind to be sharp. And by the end of today, Jenny Summers would know this to be true as well.
"Here goes nothing" said Ivana to her reflection, her sly smith etched across her full luscious lips.
Ivana Swallows was ready, and in a quick motion of her toned arm, opened the door to reveal her first guest.
...
3:00 PM;
Ivana Swallows opened her front door to find Bianca Blackwood (as expected), standing on her doorstep.
"BB~!" said Ivana, her voice a light squeal at the sight of her big blonde friend.
"Hey Ivy~" came BB, a low warm greeting in response.
The blonde high school teacher held a giant basket in her sculpted arms. Bianca, as usual, looked stunning. She wore a simple creme colored blouse, black skirt (which was perhaps a little too confining for her figure) and matching black heels which made her already impressive height of 5'10" jut up to 6' by Ivana's guess.
"3 on the dot" said Ivana, making a mock-gesture of looking at her wrist as though it held a watch. "You grade fast, hon"
Bianca chuckled as she stepped passed the threshold and into the suburban home.
"Yes, yes" the tall blonde confessed, 'didn't take me long to get fed up with papers after our talk on the phone. I just needed a reprieve from all those fragmented sentences and grammatical errors."
"I'm well aware, dear. Bianca Blackwood; the bane of poor english."
"I swear, Ivy. If I never came across the word therefore again in life, I'll die a happy woman."
Ivy escorted Bianca in and guided her to the kitchen, where she sat down the big covered basket.
"So, what did you bring?" asked Ivy.
Bianca smiled and unveiled the white cover of the basket to reveal a lavish batch of decorated muffins. Chocolate, apple, cinnamon, blue-berry, and assortment of goodies that sat compacted into their sealed space. Ivy laughed at the sight of the delicious array.
"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" she asked.
"Its the only way Sammy will learn, hon."
Sammy Spitzmen, the pairs' close and accident-prone girlfriend, was a dedicated health nut. If it didn't benefit her stellar physique, then it wouldn't get into her mouth. This invariably would be a source of contention between the big blonde and the super-fit ginger. Bianca Blackwood, though by no means out of shape in her own right, was often criticized - albeit jovially - by the lively redhead. Questions such, are you really gonna eat that BB? Its almost pure sugar and assessments like; that's gonna go straight to your thighs, BB were regular words conveyed. Bianca, always willing to try and compromise, attempted to try what Sammy considered healthier alternatives. This in turn led to, what the housewives infamously refer to as, the 'kale-muffin debacle'. In short, BB expressed an avid dislike in Sammy's healthy snack selections, referring to it more than once as 'food fit for rabbits'. The insult sparked the athletic Sammy into one of her rare moments of anger, and countered with a comment carrying the words of "bondakadonk".
The argument had been quelled by Ivana and Jenny before it had time to escalate into something worse, yet the slightest hints of lingering animosity could still occasionally be sense between the blonde and the redhead whenever the issue of group meals came about. On occassions like this, during gatherings like this, Bianca would make it an essential point to bring something delicious to the group. Delectable treats that she simply knew the girls would not be able to resist. Their enjoyment of the muffins would soundly put down Sammy's strict health-food stance by a mere display of numbers.
"You know she means well, BB. She's just trying to look out for everybody's health."
"Understood and appreciated....but she can shove her kale muffins in the place least kissed by the sun."
The two laughed, and proceeded to chitchat about various things. Ivana went about some last minute preparations, while BB helped when needed. It had been some time since the two had had a moment to themselves. Bianca and Ivana worked together, yet hadn't had time to really interact in some weeks.
"So, how's the study going?" asked Bianca.
"It goes..." said Ivana plainly. And goes, and goes, and goes she added in her head, remember ZJ's stamina. "How's Jeb and my two cuties?" replied Ivana.
In order for her plan to work, the first variable that needed to be removed, was her husband. She sauntered to him that night in that same living room, still riding the wave of carnal euphoria from pounding she'd taken. Ivana had found herself feeling playful that evening. She used it to her advantage. Creeping up to her husband, she made a game of seducing him. Giving him a light scare whilst he watched that ridiculous bounty hunting show of his. She could hear the sound of the television as she silently crept down the stairs from their bedroom and into the large space of their home.
"Don't move, brah!" came the booming voice from the tv.
The man sounded ridiculous, brah and all that talk. But she used it to advantage all the same. It was all to easy to creep up on George, get the drop on him by placing a finger to the back of his head and mimicking the voice of the large bounty-hunting lummox (whom she could tell from but a glance of the tv was only hiding about 5.4 inches inside his tight stone-washed jeans), wouldn't even be worth the time she thought. It was all too easy to scared her little husband, as he jumped a foot in the air upon being startled from his place on the couch. She laughed, chittered at his moment of fear like she was young again. She hadn't had that much messing with a boy since college.
They'd had a moment then, a shared laugh at how good Ivana had gotten her rotund hubby. She used that to her advantage. It was all to easy to proceed from there. She was still horny, her pussy hungry for more cock. As she leaned in and gave her husband the hint of her desire, she admittedly let her thoughts drift back to earlier that day. She recalled being bent over her check-up, being hammered with no mercy by big black cocks. The large powerful things invading her open holes again and again. As she licked at her man's ear and went on to remove the belt of his pants, Ivana remembered sucking and kneading, choking and sputtering on big black poles and large round balls that made her husband's look simply comedic in comparison. By the time she'd worked George's pants off, he was already rock hard (5.7 inches erect). Gazing at the skinny erected pink think, she had to hold in a laugh.
She remembered ZJ, a regular titan of a man with near jet-black skin, mounting her. She remembered the tall black athlete cramming his long chocolate cock into her begging pink holes. The memory made her wet. She wanted more, and though her husband's cock couldn't even come close to satiating her rising lust, it would do for the time being. She rode George that night, wild, hard and with about as much as her black bull's would have given her if they'd been beneath her instead of her husband.
"Fuck me, fuck me, baby!" Ivana moaned, her appetite for man-flesh controlling her words as she ground her hips down on her husband's soft marshmallowy his, her hands holding him down at his soft man-boobs.
And all the while, flashing images of Ivana being spread, gaped, gagged and pummeled by three jumbo sized members the color of ebony. She couldn't fight it after a while. Couldn't fight the pleasure of how much the rush, the punishment from those big nigger dicks. The memory made her lash out at George, who could do not but clutch at the couch pillows, the arm-rest, struggle to get his hands around her large round bosoms as she hopped up and down upon him. George's cock couldn't even come close to hitting Ivana as deep as Z.J. could. At best it would poke what meager inches he had into her and strike up the urge in her to feel more. The gorgeous brunette longed to be filled up once again. And though George could not deliver on this, the inches that did get inside her drove her mad all the same.
"Harder, HARDER!" she demanded, a picture of the two master-sized cocks belonging to the school janitors slamming her exposed holes from two fronts crossing her mind.
Ivana wanted to come. Wanted to feel that release ever so desperately. George could see this, and did everything in his power not to let his load go too quickly. It was torture trying to do so. The black sheer night gown Ivana had been wearing left little to the imagination, and his wife's ample parts exposed from beneath the fabric looked simply astonishing when flexed against the soft blue glow of their television screen.
"Ugh! Oh! Oh! My!" grunted and groaned George. Even on their honeymoon, Ivana had never been like this. Even when they were a young couple, he had never seen her this aggressive, this (dare he think it) animalistic.
The woman jumping up and down on his hard pinkish shaft wasn't his wife. Couldn't have been. The woman fucking him senseless - riding him so hard she was knocking much needed breaths out of his chest with each big bounce of her full hips and powerful round ass that night - was a woman possessed.
Ivana carried on for another few moments,
"Come on, come ON! Harder, HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!" she demanded, and ground herself down onto him so hard he swore his pelvis would snap like firewood.
Eventually, the woman looked down at the overwhelmed Swallows. The eyes that pierced him weren't the eyes of his often irritable, health-nut of a wife. The scanning deep green pupils that were cast down on him were the ones belonging to a fiend. A succubus in every manner sans name. And it was that eye contact, Ivana glaring down at him while pouncing on his pitiful cock, that he found himself unable to hold on any longer.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she howled.
"UUUUGGGHHOOOOHHHH GOSH!!!" bellowed George beneath her, clutching her to him and burying his face between her large round mounds, conquered by her lower body dropping itself without mercy on his manhood.
His white cum spurted out in a swift pop of muscle and force, woefully less than the amount those black monsters had shot onto her. She remembered being hosed by the trio of negroes, and was let down to feel only a small flexing of George's stiff cock surrender what felt like a few drops into her soaking wet womanhood.
"Oh gosh, oh my GOSH!" whimpered George, over and over again weakly, like a small chant to calm his taxed body.
He went limp, his body relaxing against hers. She feigned the same. She lay atop him, nowhere near satisfied, but pleased with the certainty of knowing that -now- George would do whatever she asked. The Swallows couple made idle chit-chat over the noise and clamor of the television, which had served as rough background noise for all ten minutes of the event. George was out of breath. She hadn't even broken a sweat.
"I *huff* have *huff*NO idea what's gotten into you, Ivy *huff* but I gotta say *huff* I LOVE it."
"Works got me all riled up" said Ivana, not lying...not really. "Girls gotta get her way some how, right?"
"Yes indeed, wife. Yes indeed."
From there it was the easiest thing in the world to get George talking about what he needed. It was even easier for her to suggest him taking a load off that weekend. Taking a vacation so as to get away from all the stress of work and whatnot.
"You and Harold haven't had much time for yourselves in a while", she said, the thoughtful glint in her eyes hidden from his view as she lay her head upon his chest.
George agreed. He and Harry hadn't had a vacation in a coon's age. After what he just had with his wife, some time with the boys would just in order. He could hardly keep the story contained long enough to tell his best chum Harold.
"Yeah...you got a point" he said.
From there, it was the easiest thing in the world for construct the idea of George 'taking the weekend' to go fishing.
"I'll just stay here, eagerly waiting for you come back and give me some more of this monster right here." Ivana lied, gripping George's spent cock and chuckling the slightest bit at the joke.
"Yeah...yeah that sounds like a great idea, actually."
"That's why you married me, dear" said Ivana. In her mind, she was already making preparations for what would follow.
It was the easiest thing in the world, and now - hours later - Ivana Swallows was sitting in her empty home, awaiting her guests. She sipped idly at a glass of ice-water, looking at the clock mounted above the television.
2:59 PM. Any moment now, Ivana thought. It would start as soon as--
*DING-DONG!*
The ring of the doorbell came just as the clock shifted from 2:59 to 3:00 PM. Must be BB, thought Ivana. The woman took the phrase 'sharp' without a hint of ease. Punctual was Bianca Blackwood to a fault. Ivana Swallows then rose from her seat on the couch and strolled over to her large front door. A mirror was mounted on the wall to the left of the entrance space of the house. She took one more moment to admire herself in the mirror. She loved her body, she knew she looked good - no - GREAT. She knew what her body was capable of, and she knew her mind to be sharp. And by the end of today, Jenny Summers would know this to be true as well.
"Here goes nothing" said Ivana to her reflection, her sly smith etched across her full luscious lips.
Ivana Swallows was ready, and in a quick motion of her toned arm, opened the door to reveal her first guest.
...
3:00 PM;
Ivana Swallows opened her front door to find Bianca Blackwood (as expected), standing on her doorstep.
"BB~!" said Ivana, her voice a light squeal at the sight of her big blonde friend.
"Hey Ivy~" came BB, a low warm greeting in response.
The blonde high school teacher held a giant basket in her sculpted arms. Bianca, as usual, looked stunning. She wore a simple creme colored blouse, black skirt (which was perhaps a little too confining for her figure) and matching black heels which made her already impressive height of 5'10" jut up to 6' by Ivana's guess.
"3 on the dot" said Ivana, making a mock-gesture of looking at her wrist as though it held a watch. "You grade fast, hon"
Bianca chuckled as she stepped passed the threshold and into the suburban home.
"Yes, yes" the tall blonde confessed, 'didn't take me long to get fed up with papers after our talk on the phone. I just needed a reprieve from all those fragmented sentences and grammatical errors."
"I'm well aware, dear. Bianca Blackwood; the bane of poor english."
"I swear, Ivy. If I never came across the word therefore again in life, I'll die a happy woman."
Ivy escorted Bianca in and guided her to the kitchen, where she sat down the big covered basket.
"So, what did you bring?" asked Ivy.
Bianca smiled and unveiled the white cover of the basket to reveal a lavish batch of decorated muffins. Chocolate, apple, cinnamon, blue-berry, and assortment of goodies that sat compacted into their sealed space. Ivy laughed at the sight of the delicious array.
"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" she asked.
"Its the only way Sammy will learn, hon."
Sammy Spitzmen, the pairs' close and accident-prone girlfriend, was a dedicated health nut. If it didn't benefit her stellar physique, then it wouldn't get into her mouth. This invariably would be a source of contention between the big blonde and the super-fit ginger. Bianca Blackwood, though by no means out of shape in her own right, was often criticized - albeit jovially - by the lively redhead. Questions such, are you really gonna eat that BB? Its almost pure sugar and assessments like; that's gonna go straight to your thighs, BB were regular words conveyed. Bianca, always willing to try and compromise, attempted to try what Sammy considered healthier alternatives. This in turn led to, what the housewives infamously refer to as, the 'kale-muffin debacle'. In short, BB expressed an avid dislike in Sammy's healthy snack selections, referring to it more than once as 'food fit for rabbits'. The insult sparked the athletic Sammy into one of her rare moments of anger, and countered with a comment carrying the words of "bondakadonk".
The argument had been quelled by Ivana and Jenny before it had time to escalate into something worse, yet the slightest hints of lingering animosity could still occasionally be sense between the blonde and the redhead whenever the issue of group meals came about. On occassions like this, during gatherings like this, Bianca would make it an essential point to bring something delicious to the group. Delectable treats that she simply knew the girls would not be able to resist. Their enjoyment of the muffins would soundly put down Sammy's strict health-food stance by a mere display of numbers.
"You know she means well, BB. She's just trying to look out for everybody's health."
"Understood and appreciated....but she can shove her kale muffins in the place least kissed by the sun."
The two laughed, and proceeded to chitchat about various things. Ivana went about some last minute preparations, while BB helped when needed. It had been some time since the two had had a moment to themselves. Bianca and Ivana worked together, yet hadn't had time to really interact in some weeks.
"So, how's the study going?" asked Bianca.
"It goes..." said Ivana plainly. And goes, and goes, and goes she added in her head, remember ZJ's stamina. "How's Jeb and my two cuties?" replied Ivana.
"They're good~" cooed Bianca. They keep asking when 'auntie Ivy' is going to come visit."
Bianca's two children - ages four and two - were quite fond of Ivana, and Ivana - despite her typical apprehension with kids - adored them as well.
"Awwww!" Ivana cooed in repsonse. "You tell my two little angels that auntie Ivy will come 'round as soon as she has a spare minute from all this work."
Bianca moved about the living room, helping Ivana when she could in preparing the home for visitors. Two kids, and she's still looks amazing, thought Ivana. The issue of kids had been a rather touchy issue with Ivana. Ever since she'd married Geroge, the topic of having children was one she'd - rather skillfully - managed to dodge and hitherto evade. George was all for the idea. He simply couldn't wait to populate their home with the pitter-patter of tiny Swallows feet. Ivana however, wasn't so quick to have her belly expand beyond reason. Wasn't so eager to watch her body swell and puff up, her temper and mood (already noted by many as being short and fiery) randomly shifting into irratic territory, to watch her food cravings take bizarre turns from light and healthy to salty and slathered with grease. And, after going through that and the 'miracle of childbirth' she'd then get to spend months (if not years) at Sammy's mercy in the ever-dwindling hope of - some day - whipping herself back into some semblance of shape. Running miles upon miles, lifting pounds upon pounds of weight and engaging in endless bouts of interval training to in the HOPE she'd regain half of her previous form and muscle.
And all this was before mentioning how she'd have to put her career on hold. Ivana couldn't even fathom the notion of NOT working, NOT having more things to achieve than what was possible in the available hours of the day. Oh no, kids were a definite 'no thanks' riding the fast track to 'hell no' territory.
Bianca Blackwood was a glimmer of hope though. Hope that Ivana wouldn't have to sacrifice everything so completely. BB remained a teacher (if a frustrated one) long after she'd had her kids. Bianca had, especially, managed to bounce her body back into peak shape afterwards as well. Watching the tall blonde motion this way and that out of the corner of her eye, she noted the flexing of her leg muscles, arms, shoulders and her thighs - thick, toned and full in the way Ivana identified most black women as being. Two kids later and Bianca still held a firmness and definition that couldn't be trumped by mostly all the women she knew. And even with the few 'flaws' Bianca had - her particularly round and protruding ass had always a sore spot for BB - made her look stunning really.
Ivana didn't quite know how to describe it, but BB's bubble butt (in the most recent days) gave Ivy the slightest pang of yearning, envy even, when catching the blonde teacher's side profile or watching her big rear end subtly bounce and jiggle whilst walking in front of her. It was strange. Ivana had never appraised Bianca in such a way. Had never felt like her giant ass had been anything to be envious over. In her mind, Ivy correlated this sudden attraction to large rear ends as being tied to her encounter with ZJ in her office. As she went about setting a few glasses onto the nearby table in the living room, she toyed with the silly thought of; is it possible to pass on particular physical likes through sex? Could ZJ and the two janitors have fucked a liking of big butts into her? At this, Ivana could only laugh.
"Where do you want these things, Ivy?" said Bianca, stirring the brunette nurse from her inner-musings.
"W-what?" stammered Ivy. "Sorry dear, I was miles away there for a minute."
Bianca held a small stack of plates in her hands. Ivy guided her on where to put them. By her estimation, they would be receiving their next guest in a matter of moments. Ivana checked the time on her cell-phone, and went to the further end of the house, out into her backyard where her pool and - more importantly - George's giant cooking grill resided.
"You're planning on using the grill, Ivy?" asked Bianca, who had followed her out into the area.
"Yeah" replied Ivana, a smile on her face that Bianca failed to identify for its hidden mischievousness. "Why not? Its a beautiful day. All the girls are meeting up for the first time in what feels like ages...why not have some meat on the menu for us..."
Bianca, unaware of what sat beneath Ivy's word, smiled at the thought.
"That actually sounds pretty nice" confessed Bianca. "Where's the meat though? I didn't see any in the fridge."
"Oh, don't worry" said Ivana, kneeling behind the monstrous grill and momentarily being unseen by the big blonde. Bianca only heard Ivana's grunt the slightest bit as she fiddled with some mechanism at the back of the huge cooking machine. After another moment, Ivana rose from behind the thing and adjusted her shirt,
"The meats is on its way..."
*DING-DONG!*
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3:36 PM
"Hey ya'll~--w-whoa!" came Sammy Spitzmen as she attempted to step into the
Swallows' house. Attempted, for as she stepped into the lavish abode, the front of her blue beach sandal had -somehow- managed to snag itself in the threshold, jolting her forward and knocking her off balance.
"Whoa!" came Ivana.
"Careful!" cried Bianca Blackwood.
Luckily the two women were close enough to the clumsy redhead that they were able catch her fall. Ivana, with a swiftness not hinted to by her curvy body, motioned forward and caught the clumsy ginger at the shoulders before she tumble full over onto her knees. In that same moment, Bianca had just managed to grab the large wicker basket that Sammy had been carrying from her fumbling hands, before its contents had a chance to be hurled about the house interior.
"There you go, I got you." said Ivana, hoisting the girl up.
"Dang it!" cursed Sammy, straightening herself up and doing her absolute best to play off the near-miss. "Danged sandals."
The trio then went about their greetings of hugs and squealing hellos.
"Hey Ivy~!"
"Good to see you, Sammy."
"Hey BB!"
"Long time no see, hon."
After this, the trio made their way to the kitchen, where they set down the enormous basket of fresh fruit that Sammy had brought for their gathering. Sammy only put up a moderate fuss over the muffins Bianca had brought. Bianca swiftly put down her protests by bringing up the kale-muffin incident, after-which the two reached a swift - if uneasy - stalemate on the matter,out of respect to Ivana not wanting to have to break up another argument between the blonde and the red head.
"Wow, these look great Sammy" said Bianca, observing the bounty of beautiful grapes and strawberries, delectable figs and bananas. In the center of the assortment were a slew of almonds and,
"Brought these special for BB" added Sammy.
A bar of pure chocolate.
"Wow, they really set you up nice over there, Sammy."
"Clerk must have a serious crush on you to give you all this."
"Wha?" came Sammy, her face genuinely perplexed at the concept. "No way, we're just friends. He's always really nice to me when I go in for my usual stuff."
"Uh-huh" replied Ivy.
"I'm certain your walking in the store every week dressed like that has NOTHING to do with it" added Bianca.
Sammy appraised herself. She was wearing a white t-shirt that had been cut into a midriff and read "Black Iron Gym" scrawled across the chest in wild bold text, barbells making up the 'B' in the spelling. The shirt exposed Sammy's beyond taut and toned stomach, obliques and back, with the slim pair of yoga pants flawlessly outlining her amazing lower half. Her athletic thighs, firm legs and strong - yet still remarkably bubbly- ass was on display underneath the tight fitting garments, a sight that would make any man ache and any woman suddenly want to renew their gym membership.
"What's wrong with what I've got on?" asked Sammy, genuinely puzzled at the accusation.
Her innocent face, bright green eyes and natural girlish beauty most definitely did not deduct from Sammy Spitzmen's appeal. Her Scottish heritage had endowed her with radiant milky white skin, and her button nose (a product of her grandmother it was said) served as the centerpiece of her perfectly symmetrical face. Many a time Sammy - whether she knew it or not - was a distraction to those that would gaze upon her. If it wasn't her stunning body or gorgeous face, it was her genuinely sweet demeanor that brought people to heel. And all that wrapped around a singular flaw with the red head; unless she was cleaning, working out or (as she most recently learned) fucking the brains out of someone (in vice versa) the woman was a walking accident.
Slips, spills, crashes, trips, collisions, whether nailed down or loose, Sammy would find a way to harm herself with it.
"Oh, nothing" said Ivy, feigning disinterest as she observed a dark grape in his fingers before popping the small treat into her mouth.
"I mean, its not like you look like you're on your way to film a porno or anything."
"HEY~!" retorted Sammy, half insulted but not fully unable to keep a smirk off her face. She couldn't let on to her friends that, only a few days ago, she had been performing physical feats with her 'physical fitness' trainer that would most definitely would have merited praise and verse in adult film industry.
"You guys said it was just us girls hanging out today. Nothin fancy, so after I got back home from the gym and showered, I just...you know, threw whatever on."
"Of course" said Bianca, her tone sounding thoroughly unswayed and unconvinced as she peeled the skin off of a banana. "Whatever' being a shirt my four-year old would complain is too small".
The two older women teased Sammy with half-suppressed laughter. Not mean spirited, but more the laughter two older sisters would engage in at the momentary expense of their younger sibling.
"Oh, shut up, BB!" squeaked Sammy, her attempt at sounding angry coming out more like a little girl's plea. This caused the two other women to only laugh louder. Whether she was aware of it or not, the red head was subtly tugging down the bottom hem of her small shirt, the rounded undersides of her large DD breasts actually showing a bit whenever she raised her arms too high. Sammy, in her haste, hadn't put on a bra that day. She generally found them confining and dreaded putting them on, in that she'd had suffered several 'mishaps' while trying to put the danged things in the past.
"So, how's hard-hat Steve doing these?" asked Ivana.
"He's good..." said Sammy, flatly. Something in her voice hinted as her not being all that certain.
"He still too pooped to give you a proper pounding?"
Sammy sighed, "Jeez, I should have never told you about that, Ivy."
"So, that's a yes then?" Said Ivana.
"He's just been really busy lately is all" said Sammy in her husband's defense. "He's working back-to-back hours these days. He's really fixated on adding to the house next summer, adding a third story and all that, so he's gotta put in the work to get the money for it."
"You should walk around in little numbers like that, maybe that'll inspire him to put some 'work in'."
"Ivy, don't be a jerk. My Stephen works his buns off. Least I can do is keep up the house and keep him fed."
"Nothing wrong with that, Sammy" said Bianca, taking a bite of the now bare banana.
"Just saying, a man's reward after a long hard day at work should be having at his wife" rebuked Ivana, popping another grape into her mouth.
"Oh, because you're the expert on that, right Ivy?" countered Bianca in Sammy's defense.
"Why yes, yes I am." replied Ivana, recalling how she'd solidified George's fishing trip.
"Oh, don't pay her any mind, Sammy. Ivy's just trying to give you a hard time because she's jealous of how stunning you look."
Sammy blushed, another girlish feature that many found irresistible.
"I must say, I didn't think you could possibly look any fitter Sam, but wow! You finally just decide 'to with it' and just started living in the gym, or what?"
Sammy giggled, "Nah, nothing like that..." she said, grabbing a fig out of the basket. "I mean, I started up a bit of a new routine at the gym...but...yeah."
"New routine?" said Bianca, curious. "Do tell."
Sammy suddenly found herself clamming up. She couldn't tell the girls what her new 'routine' had consisted of. The two women were astute in noting something different about Spitzmen. She was different, though it pertained less to her physique and more to her demeanor. Yes, her regular trysts with Dwayne had proved to be an excellent addition to her 'workout'. Their exhausting sessions in the showers, locker room and steam room of the Olympian Gym had left her showing muscle lines in places she hadn't even known were possible to form. Yet, less than her appearance, it was in how she carried herself. When she wasn't falling flat onto her face or knocking things over, Sammy Spitzmen - in these recent days - had begun convey a kind of radiance to her not previously noted by her family and friends. An unspoken confidence and poise that she had previously kept hidden to the confines of her home, while facing herself naked in the mirror and observing her masterpiece of a figure. That same confidence, peppered with her genuinely sweet and innocent personality, had formed into something 'more' in the gorgeous red head, an amalgam of physical and mental training that - evidently - those closest to her couldn't ignore.
"Oh, you know" replied Sammy after a moment. "Just some new stretching and strength training exercises I've been doin. Plus some really REALLY intense cardio mixed in between."
"Hmmmm..." said Bianca, clearly interested.
"Dwa-I mean- this new trainer I've been working with is really...intense. Doesn't let me slow down for a minute.I guess its paying off."
"I'll say" agreed Bianca. "Your arms and shoulders look spectacular".
Bianca motioned in and began touching on Sammy's shoulders, pressing and prodding them with her long fingers. The act caused Sammy to giggle a bit, Bianca's hands tickling her at the touch.
"And I didn't even think it was possible for your abs to look any more defined."
Bianca ran a hand across Sammy's flat stomach.
"He-he, cut it out BB, that tickles." said Sammy.
"Maybe I should start going with you to the gym again" Bianca suggested. "This trainer fellow sounds like some sort of fitness guru."
"Yeah" agreed Ivana, "Think he'd be willing to take on all three of us?"
Sammy gave a moment's admittance to the notion of her 'sharing' Dwayne with Ivana and Bianca.
"Well..." the red head thought, pondering the question. "I know he's really busy most days. I can barely fit him in to my-- I mean- he can barely fit people into his schedule." "Ah, well" said Bianca, backing down, but not altogether willing to let the issue die. "You let me know. If he has an opening, tell him you've got a girlfriend who most definitely wants to get abs like yours."
"Sure thing. I'll let him know next time I see him. Heck, he might even be a real miracle worker and finally be able to convince you too to get some squats in. Don't think I didn't notice that extra jiggle on you two's buns as I walked in."
At this, the blonde and brunette shot a glance to each other, playing oblivious.
"We'll see about that" said Ivana, keeping her verdict on the matter mum.
"I'm actually ok with that, Sammy."
The red head cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, don't give me that look, Samantha Spitzmen" rebuked Bianca. "I realized these last few weeks that men - real men - actually LIKE women with round asses.
Sammy couldn't argue against this, she'd spent enough time with Dwayne now to notice that the man indeed did like bigger posteriors on his women. Don't trip though babe, he'd then assure her, yo ass is a masterpiece though. Its perfect.
3:36 PM
"Hey ya'll~--w-whoa!" came Sammy Spitzmen as she attempted to step into the
Swallows' house. Attempted, for as she stepped into the lavish abode, the front of her blue beach sandal had -somehow- managed to snag itself in the threshold, jolting her forward and knocking her off balance.
"Whoa!" came Ivana.
"Careful!" cried Bianca Blackwood.
Luckily the two women were close enough to the clumsy redhead that they were able catch her fall. Ivana, with a swiftness not hinted to by her curvy body, motioned forward and caught the clumsy ginger at the shoulders before she tumble full over onto her knees. In that same moment, Bianca had just managed to grab the large wicker basket that Sammy had been carrying from her fumbling hands, before its contents had a chance to be hurled about the house interior.
"There you go, I got you." said Ivana, hoisting the girl up.
"Dang it!" cursed Sammy, straightening herself up and doing her absolute best to play off the near-miss. "Danged sandals."
The trio then went about their greetings of hugs and squealing hellos.
"Hey Ivy~!"
"Good to see you, Sammy."
"Hey BB!"
"Long time no see, hon."
After this, the trio made their way to the kitchen, where they set down the enormous basket of fresh fruit that Sammy had brought for their gathering. Sammy only put up a moderate fuss over the muffins Bianca had brought. Bianca swiftly put down her protests by bringing up the kale-muffin incident, after-which the two reached a swift - if uneasy - stalemate on the matter,out of respect to Ivana not wanting to have to break up another argument between the blonde and the red head.
"Wow, these look great Sammy" said Bianca, observing the bounty of beautiful grapes and strawberries, delectable figs and bananas. In the center of the assortment were a slew of almonds and,
"Brought these special for BB" added Sammy.
A bar of pure chocolate.
"Wow, they really set you up nice over there, Sammy."
"Clerk must have a serious crush on you to give you all this."
"Wha?" came Sammy, her face genuinely perplexed at the concept. "No way, we're just friends. He's always really nice to me when I go in for my usual stuff."
"Uh-huh" replied Ivy.
"I'm certain your walking in the store every week dressed like that has NOTHING to do with it" added Bianca.
Sammy appraised herself. She was wearing a white t-shirt that had been cut into a midriff and read "Black Iron Gym" scrawled across the chest in wild bold text, barbells making up the 'B' in the spelling. The shirt exposed Sammy's beyond taut and toned stomach, obliques and back, with the slim pair of yoga pants flawlessly outlining her amazing lower half. Her athletic thighs, firm legs and strong - yet still remarkably bubbly- ass was on display underneath the tight fitting garments, a sight that would make any man ache and any woman suddenly want to renew their gym membership.
"What's wrong with what I've got on?" asked Sammy, genuinely puzzled at the accusation.
Her innocent face, bright green eyes and natural girlish beauty most definitely did not deduct from Sammy Spitzmen's appeal. Her Scottish heritage had endowed her with radiant milky white skin, and her button nose (a product of her grandmother it was said) served as the centerpiece of her perfectly symmetrical face. Many a time Sammy - whether she knew it or not - was a distraction to those that would gaze upon her. If it wasn't her stunning body or gorgeous face, it was her genuinely sweet demeanor that brought people to heel. And all that wrapped around a singular flaw with the red head; unless she was cleaning, working out or (as she most recently learned) fucking the brains out of someone (in vice versa) the woman was a walking accident.
Slips, spills, crashes, trips, collisions, whether nailed down or loose, Sammy would find a way to harm herself with it.
"Oh, nothing" said Ivy, feigning disinterest as she observed a dark grape in his fingers before popping the small treat into her mouth.
"I mean, its not like you look like you're on your way to film a porno or anything."
"HEY~!" retorted Sammy, half insulted but not fully unable to keep a smirk off her face. She couldn't let on to her friends that, only a few days ago, she had been performing physical feats with her 'physical fitness' trainer that would most definitely would have merited praise and verse in adult film industry.
"You guys said it was just us girls hanging out today. Nothin fancy, so after I got back home from the gym and showered, I just...you know, threw whatever on."
"Of course" said Bianca, her tone sounding thoroughly unswayed and unconvinced as she peeled the skin off of a banana. "Whatever' being a shirt my four-year old would complain is too small".
The two older women teased Sammy with half-suppressed laughter. Not mean spirited, but more the laughter two older sisters would engage in at the momentary expense of their younger sibling.
"Oh, shut up, BB!" squeaked Sammy, her attempt at sounding angry coming out more like a little girl's plea. This caused the two other women to only laugh louder. Whether she was aware of it or not, the red head was subtly tugging down the bottom hem of her small shirt, the rounded undersides of her large DD breasts actually showing a bit whenever she raised her arms too high. Sammy, in her haste, hadn't put on a bra that day. She generally found them confining and dreaded putting them on, in that she'd had suffered several 'mishaps' while trying to put the danged things in the past.
"So, how's hard-hat Steve doing these?" asked Ivana.
"He's good..." said Sammy, flatly. Something in her voice hinted as her not being all that certain.
"He still too pooped to give you a proper pounding?"
Sammy sighed, "Jeez, I should have never told you about that, Ivy."
"So, that's a yes then?" Said Ivana.
"He's just been really busy lately is all" said Sammy in her husband's defense. "He's working back-to-back hours these days. He's really fixated on adding to the house next summer, adding a third story and all that, so he's gotta put in the work to get the money for it."
"You should walk around in little numbers like that, maybe that'll inspire him to put some 'work in'."
"Ivy, don't be a jerk. My Stephen works his buns off. Least I can do is keep up the house and keep him fed."
"Nothing wrong with that, Sammy" said Bianca, taking a bite of the now bare banana.
"Just saying, a man's reward after a long hard day at work should be having at his wife" rebuked Ivana, popping another grape into her mouth.
"Oh, because you're the expert on that, right Ivy?" countered Bianca in Sammy's defense.
"Why yes, yes I am." replied Ivana, recalling how she'd solidified George's fishing trip.
"Oh, don't pay her any mind, Sammy. Ivy's just trying to give you a hard time because she's jealous of how stunning you look."
Sammy blushed, another girlish feature that many found irresistible.
"I must say, I didn't think you could possibly look any fitter Sam, but wow! You finally just decide 'to with it' and just started living in the gym, or what?"
Sammy giggled, "Nah, nothing like that..." she said, grabbing a fig out of the basket. "I mean, I started up a bit of a new routine at the gym...but...yeah."
"New routine?" said Bianca, curious. "Do tell."
Sammy suddenly found herself clamming up. She couldn't tell the girls what her new 'routine' had consisted of. The two women were astute in noting something different about Spitzmen. She was different, though it pertained less to her physique and more to her demeanor. Yes, her regular trysts with Dwayne had proved to be an excellent addition to her 'workout'. Their exhausting sessions in the showers, locker room and steam room of the Olympian Gym had left her showing muscle lines in places she hadn't even known were possible to form. Yet, less than her appearance, it was in how she carried herself. When she wasn't falling flat onto her face or knocking things over, Sammy Spitzmen - in these recent days - had begun convey a kind of radiance to her not previously noted by her family and friends. An unspoken confidence and poise that she had previously kept hidden to the confines of her home, while facing herself naked in the mirror and observing her masterpiece of a figure. That same confidence, peppered with her genuinely sweet and innocent personality, had formed into something 'more' in the gorgeous red head, an amalgam of physical and mental training that - evidently - those closest to her couldn't ignore.
"Oh, you know" replied Sammy after a moment. "Just some new stretching and strength training exercises I've been doin. Plus some really REALLY intense cardio mixed in between."
"Hmmmm..." said Bianca, clearly interested.
"Dwa-I mean- this new trainer I've been working with is really...intense. Doesn't let me slow down for a minute.I guess its paying off."
"I'll say" agreed Bianca. "Your arms and shoulders look spectacular".
Bianca motioned in and began touching on Sammy's shoulders, pressing and prodding them with her long fingers. The act caused Sammy to giggle a bit, Bianca's hands tickling her at the touch.
"And I didn't even think it was possible for your abs to look any more defined."
Bianca ran a hand across Sammy's flat stomach.
"He-he, cut it out BB, that tickles." said Sammy.
"Maybe I should start going with you to the gym again" Bianca suggested. "This trainer fellow sounds like some sort of fitness guru."
"Yeah" agreed Ivana, "Think he'd be willing to take on all three of us?"
Sammy gave a moment's admittance to the notion of her 'sharing' Dwayne with Ivana and Bianca.
"Well..." the red head thought, pondering the question. "I know he's really busy most days. I can barely fit him in to my-- I mean- he can barely fit people into his schedule." "Ah, well" said Bianca, backing down, but not altogether willing to let the issue die. "You let me know. If he has an opening, tell him you've got a girlfriend who most definitely wants to get abs like yours."
"Sure thing. I'll let him know next time I see him. Heck, he might even be a real miracle worker and finally be able to convince you too to get some squats in. Don't think I didn't notice that extra jiggle on you two's buns as I walked in."
At this, the blonde and brunette shot a glance to each other, playing oblivious.
"We'll see about that" said Ivana, keeping her verdict on the matter mum.
"I'm actually ok with that, Sammy."
The red head cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, don't give me that look, Samantha Spitzmen" rebuked Bianca. "I realized these last few weeks that men - real men - actually LIKE women with round asses.
Sammy couldn't argue against this, she'd spent enough time with Dwayne now to notice that the man indeed did like bigger posteriors on his women. Don't trip though babe, he'd then assure her, yo ass is a masterpiece though. Its perfect.
"Besides" Bianca added, turning away from the two other women suddenly, showing them her epic bottom confined inside her skirt. "REAL women have curves anyway, and know JUST how to use them to make her man roar."
Bianca then made a small show of taking long, languid steps from the kitchen into the living room, struting and swaying her hips from side to side like a model on an invisible catwalk. Ivana and Sammy couldn't help laughing at the display, enjoying this new - outwardly comical - Bianca Blackwood. Silently, Sammy couldn't help but be a little bit transfixed at the show BB was putting on for them. She had to admit, the bounce and sway of Bianca's big round ass was rather hypnotizing.
Whenever Sammy rode atop her man Dwayne, she couldn't ignore being more than a bit turned on to turn and see her reflection in the mirror of the empty weight room to see her own rounded little bottom bouncing atop his massive black. It made her wet just remembering it. She hadn't had Dwayne that day. The secret pair were planning on meeting up that day to get in some 'extra cardio', but her black bull had called her at the very last minute to cancel their slated tryst. Something urgent came up, I'll have to catch you next time, was all his text message said. Sammy was angry all the way up til she read the following text message of; take this opportunity to rest up and get your strength back. I'll be going twice as hard on you next session.
The tease of Dwayne coming back at her with a vengeance made her ache for more BBC. Satisfying herself in the showers after her workout did nothing to ease her desire to be pounded balls deep by her chiseled ebony god.
And now, wathcing Bianca, something else stirred inside the redhead. She noted the difference in her blonde friend as well, and it - curiously - rekindled a few sparks of lust in the same vane Dwayne did. Indeed, something had most definitely changed in Bianca. Bianca, once conservative and reserved in manner and speech to a fault, had suddenly become easy-going and, some would even say, even the slightest bit haughty. She was still a grammer-nazi, Sammy couldn't say that had changed in the extremely curvy blonde. But she was no longer afraid of her figure being a topic of discourse. No, now she actually enjoyed talking her large round ass, cited it as being a tool to make men 'roar'. I never realized how sexy Bianca is, thought Sammy. Ivana noticed this at around the same time Sammy did, and the two welcomed it jovially.
"Well, look at you, Mrs.Blackwood. All pomp and swagger. What's Jeb been doin to you at night?"
Bianca spun on her heel, facing the girls and making a big gesture of swinging her hair round her shoulder.
"Why, what ever do you mean, Mrs.Swallows?" said Bianca, putting her best Marilyn Monroe expression on.
From there, the mood eased greatly and the girls finding themselves more relaxed now in each others company, went about snacking on the fruit basket. They feared the bounty would be gone by the time Anya and Jenny had arrived, and eventually relocated to the living room in order to separate themselves from the delicious treats. Some time went by.
"Anybody hear from Jenny or Anya yet?" asked Sammy.
"They said they would be here" replied Ivana, playing just the slightest bit dumb on how soon she knew her final two guests would arrive.
"Well, you know Anya will show up dead last. She can't go to the store without prettying herself up from head to toe."
This was true. Anya White was, in one degree or another, a model by profession. The black-haired Russian refused to go anywhere looking in any degree what she considered to be 'slovenly'. She'd take as much time as she needed to prepare herself for any outing.
"Jenny will likely be here any minute" assured Bianca. "Girl won't show up a second later than what's considered fashionably late."
"She'll get here when she gets here" added Ivana, unable to keep a sneaky grin from forming on her face.
The trio got to the topic of trying to guess what the other girls would bring to their gathering. Bianca brought up the matter of Ivana using the barbecue grill.
"Oh, Ivy dear, what was it you were planning on doing with the meat?" asked Bianca.
"Meat?" asked Sammy, her head scanning between the nurse and the teacher. "You guys are cooking meat?"
"That's the plan" said Ivana.
"Well, Ivy has the idea that she's going to use the barbecue out back. But, I do say, it'll be a bit difficult to pull off without meat, hon." "Yeah, I didn't see nothin in the fridge" added Sammy.
"Any-thing, Sammy" corrected Bianca.
"Huh?" replied Sammy.
"Any-thing! Not 'nothin'. For Pete's sake Sammy, have I not brushed off onto you in ANY way?"
In response, Sammy simply said,
"I dunno..." before shrugging her shoulders and popping the remains of a fig into her mouth. Bianca simply sighed.
"Like I told you earlier, BB, the meat's taken care of. I'm having a friend bring it to us."
At this, both the blonde and the red head raised a brow at Ivana's comment. There's was something sitting in the way Ivana uttered the word 'friend'. A hint of sarcasm paired with intent in her tone.
"Who?" both women said in unison, all too curious now as to how Ivana's little barbecue plan was slated to play out.
* DING-DONG!*
"Oh!" bellowed Sammy suddenly upon hearing the sound. "Bet'cha that's Jenny now!". Sammy then sprung her seat on the bolted to the front door.
"No running, Sammy!" called Ivana from her seat on the couch. "We don't want you breaking anything."
Her words fell on deaf ears, for the energetic redhead had rounded the open threshold of the living room entrance, a redish-white blur that would likely stumble at any moment.
"I swear, she's like a hyperactive puppy" groaned Bianca.
There was someone at the door, and it wasn't Jenny Summers. No, not yet, thought Ivana, lounging on her couch like a dark-haired queen on her throne. But when she does get here, I'll have something really special prepped for her.
She just hoped the blonde BBC slut wouldn't show up too late. The look on her face upon realizing Ivana's trump card would be delicious. The mere notion of it made the busty brunette smile, and - to a much more secretive degree - grow the slightest bit moist between her legs.
...
4:07 P.M.
"Zdravstvuy , krasivaia devushka!" < "Hello, beautiful lady!" > said Anya White at the sight of Sammy on the other side of the door.
"Anya!!!" said Sammy in a squeal of delight at the sight of the gorgeous black haired Russian woman.
Anya was given barely enough time to traverse the threshold and enter the house proper before the athletic redhead was upon her, wrapping her slim but extremely toned arms around her and giving a fierce hug that half crushed the dark haired housewife at the ribs.
"Bosch moi, Sammy!" eeked Anya in surprise, her voice strained by the surprising vice-like grip of the smaller woman. "Good seeink you too, Sammy."
"Goodness, Sammy!" came Ivana as she and Bianca rounded the entrance to the living room to enter the main hallway. "You're gonna break her ribs you keep that up."
The sight of Sammy lifting Anya up several feet in the air in a fierce bear-hug, Anya's arms pressed to her hips in the fierce clutch of the items she brought, was a comical sight for the blonde and brunette. Bianca could not hold in a burst of laughter, and Ivy -- despite her being the one to call Sammy off - wasn't fairing much better given the smile cutting through her command. Sammy let Anya down, the heels of her stillettos making a small *clack* as she touched down on the hardwood flooring.
"Glad you could make it, dear." said Ivy, reaching the statuesque Russian and greeting her with a - significantly gentler - hug of greet.
"Da! Glad seeink you, darlink" said Anya, just the slightest bit winded by the initial greeting. "Someone's been goink hard in gym, da?"
At this, Sammy couldn't help but blush.
"Sorry about that. Guess I don't know my own strength."
This was true, for the most part. The past days had proven Sammy Spitzmen to be much more capable of certain feats of strength that would have been outright impossible in her mind beforehand. Her 'training' with Dwayne had forced her to reach the highest echelons of her stamina and strength (among other things). She was so used to being picked up and held in the air now, the human body being grabbed and hoisted about for hard and strong use, she thought nothing of it these days. It was just in that moment, her interaction with Anya, that she realized that her friends weren't nearly as versed in physical labors as she was. Little did she know, that notion would - soon enough - be soundly disproved.
"Oh yeah, she's gone a regular She-Hulk on us" said Bianca, playfully nudging an elbow at the short redhead's abs.
The three girls soon reconvened to the kitchen. They chatted, and caught up with Anya on things. What was going on in her world, any fun and exciting new housewife tales she had to offer them. Anya gave them an abridged recounting of the Brooks party.
"Oh yeah" said Ivana, just now recalling the invite she and George had gotten some time before. "I forgot all about that thing. George really wanted to go, but I've just been so swamped with work."
"Same here" agreed Bianca. "Jeb and I considered going, but we couldn't find a baby-sitter for the kids fast enough."
"I didn't know anything about a party" said Sammy. "I stopped getting the mail after that whole skateboard incident. Steve usually picks it up on his way in from work. Guess he forgot about it or something."
"Well" said Anya, placing the bottle of wine she'd brought in an ice bucket, "All I will say, is that you girls missed out on one HELL of party."
She was exceedingly careful to leave out the more 'telling' events of that evening, and became even more cagey when it came to going into detail about the famous Mr.Brooks.
"What's he like?" asked Ivy, doggedly wanting the scoop behind all the recent fuss over the enigmatic mogul. "Let me guess; short, round as a beach ball, clammy-handshake with a toupee type?"
"N~iet..." said Anya, "nothing like that I'm 'fraid."
"A-fraid, dear" corrected Bianca, before adding her own two cents on the particulars of the man without taking a breath, "he strikes me more as one of those wafish, book worm types. Tall, skinny, glasses, that sort of thing."
"Niet..." said Anya, a smile framing her face at how wrong Bianca's notion of the man. This was turning into a rather fun game.
"Hmmm..." said Bianca, unconvinced and yet searching for some clue from the Russian beauty about this mysterious fellow.
"I dunno, I picture this Brooks fella like, I dunno, Batman or something."
At this, Anya raised a dark brow. "You, picture him a man in leather suit? With cape and cowl?"
"Ye---I mean-- no! No, I mean like his alter ego. Bruce Wayne. Tall, dark, handsome, billionaire playboy type, but with a dark side, you know?"
"He-he, Sammy..." chuckled Bianca, "I very much doubt our new neighbor is a superhero."
Anya said nothing, but silently nodded her head at what must have been the most accurate description of the man from the ginger gym rat. Brooks was most definitely tall, dark and exceedingly handsome. He was very much a playboy and had only proven to be in possession of a ridiculous amount of wealth by the scale of the party he'd thrown for the county residents. Da, he was definitely all of those things. And if that alone hadn't qualified him as 'perfect man' material, the fact he was in possession of the hugest cock Anya had ever seen in her life would have made him overqualified. The girls had no clue about what Anya had gotten herself into, and - following the word of her foremothers, such secrets would not be divulged to the uninitiated. No, the hours of groaning, screaming, writhing and seemingly endless orgasms. Those bits of her tale would remain close to Anya's impressive chest.
"In any case, it sounds like you had a heck of a time, Anya." said Ivana.
"Like would not believe..." replied Anya, a bit of airy distance as she recalled the evening.
"Especially if you went there looking anything like how you do now" added Bianca.
The compliment was aimed at Anya's outfit. A lush, light blue dress that the word 'form-fitting' would have been far too generous to describe. Anya, ever the model and diva, refused to go anywhere not looking her best. The blue dress and matching heels had been on her list of outfits in the running to be wore the night of Brooks' party. In the end, black won out (in more ways than one), but the blue number had remained in her head as an exceptional outfit for an outting with her girlfriends.
"Ah, this old thing?" said Anya, coyly. "Ah, just somethink I threw on to come over."
"U~huh!" said Bianca, Sammy and Ivana in unison. The three of them were well aware of how meticulous Anya was about her outfits. Always the first one in the mirror and the last out the door to actually be somewhere.
"So" began Bianca, "What's this exactly?"
The 'this' Bianca was referring to, was the black bottle that Anya had brought with her for the gathering. Its curious label and exotic name immediately caught the big blonde's fancy.
"Jeb and I have our own little collection of fine wines we order online. I'm afraid I've never heard of this brand before though."
"Da" replied Anya. "Is because its Mr.Brooks' own brand."
It was the three other housewive's turns to arch a brow at Anya.
"This guy has his own wine brand?" asked Sammy.
"Da" replied Anya, careful not to jump into too much detail about that night again, how much 'trouble' that wine had gotten her into. "After party, Mr.Brooks' assistant had a bottle delivered to house. They knew we enjoyed very much, and thought it would be nice present. A 'thank you for coming'. Again, and again and again Anya added in thought.
"You sure this guy ain't Bruce Wayne?"
"Well now" said Ivana, curious now at the black bottle, she lifted it from the ice chest, examining the label. "Di-ah-bo-lique...well, sounds interesting enough". Ivana, in her classic way, came off as more than a bit condescending with this remark. Like the wine was something to be tried on a whim rather than a genuine interest. "Guess it couldn't hurt to try a bit, get things started right."
Four small shot glasses were retrieved and then filled up with the slightest bit of wine. Upon popping the cork of the black bottle, the women's nostrils flared at the scent of its contents.
"Mmm..." uttered BB.
"Smells good" added Ivana at the fruity yet spicy odor of the wine.
"Is great, da?" said Anya.
The three women cautiously tipped the shot glasses up to their full mouths and gave the dark black liquid passage into their bodies. The reaction was almost instantaneous.
"Ooooh my GAWD!" said Ivana, looking at the now empty shot glass in amazement as the cold liquid slid down her throat and turned warm as it bloomed in her ample chest.
"That is quite good" added Bianca.
"Mmmmm!" cooed Sammy.
Their approval gained, Anya smiled.
"See! Is delicious, da?"
The girls readied four bigger glasses after that, and went about pouring portions of the wine into each one. The cold black liquid seem to explode on their tongue as they sipped from their glasses. Instantly Anya, Ivana, Sammy and Bianca had gotten into the mood of things. Together for the first time in what felt like ages, the women laughed and joked at one another's company.
"Say" said Sammy between another sip. "Where's Jenny, shouldn't she be here by now?"
"Da" added Anya. "Not like her to be late"
Indeed, it was nearing 5 and there'd been no sign of the blonde bombshell herself. Ivy kept quiet on the matter, but had been doing a silent countdown in her head. In all honesty, a part of her wondered if the yellow haired bimbo would bow out and not bother to show. This would, of course, put a giant monkey wrench in the brunette nurses' plan. But still, submission to Ivana's superiority by failing to appear would be almost as good as what her headlining plan had in store. If it came down to that, Ivana would have (albeit begrudgingly) have accepted telling Jenny about her 'conquest' after the fact, be it from one party or another. In her heart of hearts though, Ivana knew this would not -- could not -- be the case. No, this had to be official and in the open. She knew and felt the lingering truth sitting in her breast, along with the heat of the delicious wine, that Jenny knew this as well. Any minute now, she thought, tilting the rounded glass up to her full lips and sipping at the black wine.
"Oh my gosh, Anya, this stuff is excellent!" said Sammy, already finishing off the dregs of her first glass. "You gotta get me some of this stuff for my place. Me and Steve's anniversary is coming up, and---" Ivana's thoughts weren't on the conversation taking place before her. No, her full attention was aimed near the front of her house. Her ears perked up at the noise that soon echoed throughout the two story suburban home.
*DING-DONG!!*
...
4:47 PM
"Jenny~!" wailed Sammy and Anya as they opened the front door. Anya and Sammy - for reasons unknown to the other women - shared a habit of excitability that seemed to grow in tambor the longer the ginger and black haired beauties stayed around each other. By the time Jenny Summers had arrived to the Swallows' residence.
The large front door swung opened to reveal the gorgeous side-profile of the awaited blonde woman. Jenny wore a simple, yet eye-catching, number consisting of a plain white athletic polo shirt with black trim, and a pair of black short-shorts with faint white pinstripes and black heels which kept her calve muscles in a seemingly permanent flex. Anya and Sammy squalled at the arrival of their gorgeous friend, throwing their eager arms around her waist and neck. Bianca opted to a more contained greeting while standing at the back of the spirited greeting.
"Hey girl" said Bianca plainly, her warm farm doing more of the communication than anything else.
And Jenny smiled that radiant, mother-of-pearl smile at the collected trio.
"Well! That's about the best greeting I've ever gotten. Missed you girls!" laughed Jenny as she strode into the house, Anya and Sammy at her sides. Jenny had her arms slung over the pair casually, half-swaggering in the manner a young man perhaps would if boasting two gorgeous women on each arm at a social gathering.
The small trek into the main hallway was detoured only by a momentary pause for Jenny stop and give the taller blonde Bianca a lingering hug after detaching from the two other women.
"Mmmm!" grunt both blonde women from the pressure of their bordering bear hug of an embrace. Jenny and Bianca often greeted one another in this way. Subdued hellos punctuated by a long, fierce hug. The ritual and manner of both women's strong hugs often instilled the idea of how two viking women would hug in the distant yesteryears. The act pressed both women's vast chests together, a mash of white flesh pressed and brushing against one another from under the confines of simple fabric.
"Been too long, dear", said Bianca.
And behind this greeting, further back at the living room's entrance, stood Ivana. Ivana, silent as a viper awaiting a target, stood at the back of the precession. Her arms crossed underneath her big round chest, her left arm nursing the wine glass of stark black liquid. As Bianca and Jenny's greeting ended, Ivana and Jenny's began.
"There she is..." said Ivy, her teeth bore in a smile that in no way touched or carried over into her green eyes. It was a viper's greeting. An utterance of acknowledgment and warning compacted into a single gesture. "Glad you could make it, Jenny."
"There's my Ivy" replied Jenny, her award winning white teeth showing sheen back at the guarded brunette.
There was a moment just then. One that lasted for but an instant and not split-second more. The two women, Summers and Swallows, standing across from one another. Ivy holding her cross-armed position. Jenny doing the same from the entranceway of the living room. As Bianca, Anya and Sammy filed into the living room - far too caught up in their own chatter to catch the exchange - it came abrupt and passed just as quickly. For a moment all there was was Jenny and Ivana. Glaring green eyes focused on piercing blue ones, vice versa, and nothing more. A rapid, almost predatory silence shared between the two women. It was that moment between two boxers whilst staring one another down in the center of the ring. It was that brief exchange between two alpha wolves in contention for pack dominance. The blonde and brunette shared this quiet moment, a silent issue of defiance and challenge. And then, just like that --
"Come here, you!" belted Ivana, unfolding her arms and opening them up to the sudden approach of Jenny.
"Hey Ivy!" replied Jenny, opening her arms in kind to accept the dark haired nurse.
The two all but collapsed into one another. Gripping each other in a bearhug that even trumped the one previous shared by Jenny and Bianca. The two rocked back and forth, kissed one another's cheeks, rubbed shoulders, went about all the motions of affection that were common in the south, before finally breaking their embrace.
"You look fabulous, hon!" said Ivana.
"So do you" replied Jenny. "Someones been getting their early morning dose of Sammy at the gym, haven't you?"
"Ha!" came Sammy from behind the pair. "Hardly, she's been ducking me left and right!"
"Can you blame her?" came Bianca, taking a relaxed seat on the red couch. "Sammy condenses about a year's worth of boot camp training into about an hour", the big blonde joked.
"If you're not hurtin, you ain't doin it right" said Sammy tersely, purposely butchering her english out of playful spite of the english teacher.
In response, Bianca physically shivered from the use of 'ain't' from her spot on the couch. Sammy caught this and laughed. Bianca then silently recalled another individual who regularly used the word 'ain't', and shivered again, albeit a shiver of a different kind.
The girls conversed like this for the better of an hour. Now that Jenny had arrived, their party felt complete, the Coxville Book Club assembled in full. They laughed, shared amusing stories about their lives in the weeks they'd all been apart, every woman being expertly cautious to avoid the more incriminating bits of their life's antics. As they conversed, they idly sipped at the wine Anya had brought.
"You simply MUST try this, Jen" insisted Ivana. She handed Jenny a glass of the cool black liquid.
"What is it?" asked Jenny,looking at the mireous liquid with uncertainty.
Anya explained the Diabolique and gave the edited tale of her encounter with Mr.Brooks.
“Is divine” was Anya final conclusion on the beverage.
"Well...," said Jenny, her apprehension shifting into interest at the mogul's developed liking of the gorgeous raven-haired Russian. "Looks like you went and might have just gotten yourself an admirer Anya."
At this Anya could not hold back a blush, her cheeks reddening at the thought of being the object of Brooks' affection.Attaining such a feat - even with the added fact of that epic night at his manor - seemed like something out of a dream. Having Brooks, that house, and Adela's companionship as an added boon. It all seemed too great.
"W-Well..." Anya stammered. "Alexander is very good man. VERY good to me and Tom at party."
“Oh, so he’s ‘Alex’ now? Uh-oh!" chimed Sammy from behind Anya, "somebody's got a cru~sh!" Sammy playfully nudged at Anya's side, tickling the Russian and causes a nervous giggle to escape her full lips.
The girls laughed at Anya's unease as Sammy persisted to jostle a confession from her.
"Now wouldn't that be living?" said Ivana from her section of the living room. "Perfect house, rich husband, and a wealthy boyfriend? You and that crown just might be in trouble if Anya ever pulled that off, Jen!"
Ivana laughed after saying this, only slightly able to conceal a malicious ire behind her tone.
The group were startled by this a bit, as if Ivana had just uttered some kind of ill-thought taboo.
"What ever do you mean by that, Ivy?" said Jenny, her voice coy but her eyes set to daggers against the brunette.
"Oh, come now Jenny, we didn't all up and suddenly catch amnesia. Those stories you told us about last time we all met? You and Coach Black. Mighty steamy stuff you were going on and on about."
“Well…” Jenny said, trying to brush off the statement.
“I mean, from what you said, Coach Black is the man’s equivalent to the Belgian blue bull. He-he!”
“That he is…”said Jenny, plain but stern.
“And that Samson boy?” Ivana added. “He’s basically just a younger version of Coach. God knows we saw what that boy was capable of.”
An uneasy moment between the group passed. Anya,Sammy and Bianca had hoped to not broach the topic of their last book club meeting, what had occurred in the latter hour of the evening. It had since led to the women doing and saying things they’d -- perhaps -- only daydreamed about in the most brief of moments.
“And to think, you’ve got about as much as access to him as you want considering how he’s dating your daughter.”
Ivy's gaze shifted from Jenny's to the other girls. They were exchanging glances at one another. Not quite what one would call 'nervous', but definitely aware of how easily this change in the tone and topic of the evening could turn for the worse. The last Coxville Book club meeting involved festivities of an...unconventional...kind for the group of women, involving Samson West -- the boyfriend of Jenny's daughter and star football player in the county -- and the antics that came (several times) as a result. None of them had forgotten that night. How could they? It, and the bout of fucking Ivana, Sammy, Bianca and Anya bore witness to at the behest of Jenny and the super fit young black stud was something that had carved itself into the women's very cores. Embedded itself deep into their psyches and inspired them to go out and attain their own black bulls. None of them were willing to confess this to one another in person (reputations to maintain and all that) but each woman had gone out and joined the game, and played in fine style.
"We saw that plain as day from the little show you put on for us last time we all got together like this."
"Oh yeah," replied Jenny, a sarcastic moment of remembrance. "The show you joined in on after hesitating for a whole thirty seconds."
Eyes of blue, dark and green shot back to Ivana.
"Ha! You got me there, Jen. We all dived right in on that one I'm afraid.”
Ivana scanned the room at the other girls. A mix of remembrance meshed with a bit of guilt passed over the group.
“Some of us better than others."
All eyes fell back to Jenny.
"True...I mean, Sammy wasn't quite ready for that much man" said Jenny.
"Hey!" came Sammy in meek protest. "I wasn't THAT bad..." in her own feeble attempt at defense.
"And BB's technique could definitely have been better" added Ivana.
"Well..." came an only slightly offended Bianca. "I wasn't exactly planning on having a mare's ideal specimen wedged in my mouth that night..." she grumbled.
"And Anya -- the poor dear -- couldn't keep up at all with that boy. Got left a sputtering, choking mess" said Ivana.
Anya muttered something in Russian, and judging by its harsh and cutting tone, it almost certainly wasn't a compliment on the state of Ivy's hardwood floors.
"Hey, I warned you girls, it’s not easy" said Jenny, shrugging her shoulders and taking a relaxed seat on the nearby love seat. Her posture was a show of force and defiance against the snarky brunette and her sudden delving into the issue of her and her ‘sweet spot’ for black men. Her motion intended to show dominance in the Swallows' home. This was an assertion of power from the blonde. A responsive strike against Ivana for what she knew must have been a setup for something. "You probably know that better than anyone, Ivy."
“Huh?” Ivana replied, a shoddy attempt at playing coy. “What ever do you mean?”
“Oh come on Ivy, you’re poker face is about as good as Sammy on a balance beam.”
Oh shit, she's knows! Thought Ivana with a start. The busty brunette's eyes widened a bit, the only sign she's lost her composure as the motioned over to the red couch.
“Honestly, I have no idea what you’re--.”
“Sure you do, Ivy” interrupted Jenny. “I mean, you were able to go the longest with Samson after all. Didn’t you even get him to cum once?”
“You bet I-- ahem!-- that is...yes, I did.”
Ivana was boiling inside at this. How dare that yellow haired bitch try and belittle her making the West boy come. She’d EASILY proven herself the superior woman that night by making him cum buckets. And here Jenny was, trying to pass it off as some meager achievement.
“Well, there you go then. That’s what I meant. Its not easy pleasing these black boys. And even when you do, you run the risk of drowning. You got probably the hardest lesson of all on that one, Ivy dear, Ha-ha!”
Jenny then lifted the wine glass to her full red lips and took a hefty swig of the Diabolique, a dram of asserted victory over her brunette rival that would have made her Nordic ancestors proud. When Jenny had pulled her lips away from the glass, barely a sip of the cool black liquid remained. Jenny sighed in the manner that one does after taking a refreshing drink.
“Damn...that is good…” Jenny said, a lioness’ pur of enjoyment. Her blue eyes never once turned away or granted surcease from Ivana’s emerald green ones.
This bitch, thought Ivana coldly. She thinks she’s so damn hot. What had said didn’t sound hostile from a surface vantage, but Ivana knew better. She knew what Jenny was really referencing. She knows about me and ZJ and those two idiot janitors! The panic never showed on the beautiful nurse's face, but inside she was buzzing. Somehow, Jenny had found out about her tryst with dark skinned athlete and the two bumbling custodians at the school. She knew it, why else would she be so calm about all this? Secretly all the women were beginning to boil inside. How dare Jenny and Ivy just dismiss their skills like that!
True, Sammy was unable to choke down very much of Samson's Big Black Cock, but a counter to that was she had -- easily -- proven herself to be the most spirited one with the task. It's just like grandma always says, thought Sammy, don't get to somethin if you don't plan on puttin elbow-grease into it! The expression reminded Sammy that, while she didn't have much grease on hand for the West boy's massive black slab of meat that night, she certainly had enough saliva and foamy spit for the feat. Just recalling the affair incited Sammy's mouth to water.
Bianca, though she was most hesitant in the group that night, had given West the best service of slow and languid laps of his brown shaft with her tongue. She still remembered how overwhelmingly full the negro youth's chubby cockhead alone made her mouth. Her full red lips sucking at his fat tip and making him moan as he gripped her big round buttocks. The powerful grip of his big strong hands made her think of those tall super-fit athletes, their long and strong fingers able to grip round the whole of a basketball and hold it firm with but a single hand. Damn, that West boy certainly knew how to take a woman, thought Bianca, recalling how Samson made Jenny moan and holler on Harold's prized recliner that night. How their cream and brown bodies melded and made one another's muscles flex and sweat. Samson's huge cock burying itself deep into Jenny with reckless abandon and the sounds and expressions made by the blond gave every indication she was loving that Big Black dick. Bianca's pussy grew moist, and she suddenly found herself wanting. Wanting to rebuke Ivana and Jenny's dismissal of her sexual prowess. Wanting to prove them incorrect by using her big ass and big toned body that she already knew -- without a shred of doubt -- was loved by Big Black Cock. 3B, they called her.
And Anya, though perhaps the least versed in having at such a mammoth member, showed persistence in wetting up the black man's piece with double the gusto and intensity as any of the women. Her pride, more than anything, egged her on. I've had a king, Anya thought in her native Russian, recalling how she'd made Brooks roar like a sated lion in the chamber of his lavish mansion. How dare these two talk about me like I'm some sort of low-class beginner! Like I'm some kind of novice! Her Brooks could break both of these two, Ivana and Jenny, with half the effort of his massive caramel cock. Yes, she thought, where he'd break these two snobs in two, he and I would--no--HAVE fucked for all night, and had energy reserved for Ms.Luveau (a towering ebony queen). I've had a king, how dare they! Anya repeated this thought again and again in her head, a tiny mantra that ever-so slowly bloomed into a want to challenge...to best...
It was a strange thing indeed for the three other women to take offense to such remarks. Strange indeed how these three married women were offended and -- in quieter confession -- felt challenged by both Summers and Swallows.
Well, Its not like Ivy is anything close to a pro, Sammy thought. As big a slouch she is during workouts, she wouldn’t last ten minutes with my Dwayne!
Well, these two seem a bit full of themselves, thought Bianca. I doubt they'd be able to take half of Gerald without begging for mercy...let alone take him in the ass!
I've had a king, how dare they! continued Anya in her head, breaking her chant only to add; The nerve of these two! as well as; If they only knew what Brooks was hiding in his pants, they'd bow down and do an act of worship!
Each of the three housewives stewed in their own thoughts for a moment. All of them keeping their composure, but all of them silently roiling at the thought of being beneath the heel of another’s sexual prowess. A noticeable heat rose in the air-condition living room (or was that simply the wine?). None of them knew about the others respected black bulls, but all of them swelled with a silent sense of pride of 'if only they knew'. Jenny and Ivy were too preoccupied with putting the other in their place, their verbal sparring match for queenly supremacy, to notice the shift in the ginger, thick bodied blonde and black haired Russian's mood. Their battle for supremacy, this idea hit the women’s minds. Offense rose in them. As if they’re the only ones who can take Big Black Cock! thought the three women in unison.
"But, we've all got our talents" said Jenny in a dismissive tone. "Multi-tasking a home, professional life AND black men? Yeesh! Might actually be best that you girls decided NOT to get involved."
At this the four of them couldn't help but smirk. For a minute after that, Jenny Summers felt on top of the world from her little throne. She'd intended to only put Ivana in her place after she brought up that one night (as if it were something she'd be ashamed about). Roping the other girls into the madness wasn't her intention, but all the same, it served as a warning to the lot of them. They were her friends, but when it came to black men, Jenny Summers had to remind them who the real queen was. I wonder what Coach is up to right now, she thought, wondering where her king was. She'd called him three times that day, hoping for a quick(ish) bout before heading over to the party. She had shooed Harold out of the house and onto the road quick and fierce that morning for that very purpose. He hadn't answered her calls, and this had left her feeling uneasy.
It wasn't like him to not return her calls. Silly as it was, she always suspected mischief when he wasn't with her. Looking the way he does, he could have any woman in town he wants, she always told herself. As a single man, it was his prerogative (she supposed) to see anyone he wanted. But...that didn’t change the fact she wanted him all to herself. More than anything, Jenny worried that Coach Black would tire of her. It drove her to stay fit, stay durable and flexible. Each foray she had with her black bull, she made sure to go twice as hard and be thrice as long, doing her absolute best to please him and his big black monster cock. She'd be damned if she let him get bored of her.
Her dedication to Black was what truly kept her sex life alive and at full throttle. She wouldn't have that be questioned by Ivana, or any of the girls. Her devotion to him was absolute...and then, as if Damballah himself had been listening in on the blonde beauty's thoughts--
* DING-DONG!!*
6:45 PM
Two shadows of identical size and shape darkened the doorstep of the Swallows house. The sun just setting, a blood red ball seeking refuge behind the distant hills and suburban homes.
“Remember man, don’t come in here actin like no spaz” said the older brother.
The two black men stood in front of the Swallows house, their big muscular arms loaded down and then some with grocery bags brimming with food. Steaks, shrimps, chicken, various pork products and lamb. Giant mushrooms, avocados, a few megere veggies intended to round out the breads for both hamburgers and links, condiments galore, more steak and meaty sausages of almost every brand and breed. The men looked like they were bringing a bounty to feed an army. Coach Black had insisted at the market a surplus was wiser than risking a deficit. Along with that in tow was a bucket of mint ice cream, chipped ice, lemonade and a giant bag full of chewing mints, brought at the insistence of the young Black brother.
“Trust me, bro” he assured with a smile, “minty breath is vastly more preferable than meat breath at a barbeque.”
The two men stood at the front door, in wait after Coach had rung the door bell. The pleasant chime of its toll struck both black men as a quaint, all too fitting, staple of the burbs. As kids growing up on the westside of Coxville County -- “Niggertown" as it was so infamously nicknamed -- the Black boys never had the luxury of such pleasant bell tolls. Everything there was harsh, hard and unrelenting. Its streets, its houses, alleys, doorbells and -- most of all -- its people. The Black boys grew up in the same environment, yet the pair couldn’t have turned out any more different from one another. Coach; the all-prop and all-star jock, took to the typical avenue of athletics and sports, with football reigning as his bread and butter.
Richard however took more to the mental and expeditionary hobbies, eastern philosophy and world travel being his forte and first obsession, keen on travel and being out in the world and among its people.Though the twins interests resided in polar opposite fields, the two black men were still (somehow) equally fit and toned physical specimens. While Coach had honed his body on the football field and in the gym, Richard developed an equally impressive physique by way of regular hiking for days (sometimes weeks) at a time, and spending what time he had in-between doing copious amounts of calisthenics and yoga-based exercises. The end result? Two towering black men, physically identical, yet polar opposites in personality and temperment.
“When do I ever act like a spaz?” asked the younger.
“Safe travels?” replied Coach.
“Huh?”
“You told Harry and George ‘safe travels’ at the market, nigga. I don’t even think white folks say that corny shit to each other.”
“I was being polite.”
“You were being a spaz. Just leave that socially awkward shit on the porch...along with those lame ass sandals. Women ain’t particularly fond of either”
“My sandals aren’t lame. And plenty of women find my social behavior to be quite enjoyable.”
“Quite enjoya--aagh--listen to you,man! What they do you out there in Europe, give you some kinda ‘street-enema’? Drain every drop of ‘real nigga’ outta you?”
“Its called being cultured, nigga!”
“Oh shit, nigga? You can still say that, huh?
“Just cuz you couldn’t hack being outside of this little bubble of a town, doesn’t mean I gotta be on some base nigga shit at all times. The real world scared you off, and now you think everybody ‘spose to act according to your little ass box.”
“Whatever nigga, just don’t make me regret bringin yo ass here.”
“Well, don't make me regret helping your wanna-be-alpha ass. Runnin all over town bringing housewives groceries isn’t how I planned on spending my first day back.”
“Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch...lay off the soy my lil bro. Shits makin you squall like a broad. Just be grateful I brought yo ass, and make sure you don’t fuck up and say some embarassing shit.”
“All this meat we’re carrying, broads better be grateful is all I’m sayin. Slavery’s ov--
The door suddenly swung open, interrupting the conversation between the two Black men.
...
Richard’s sudden arrival in town had come as a bit of a shock to Coach when he’d gotten the call. That morning when he'd learned of his brother's return, Coach had planned on spending that saturday as he normally did; tinkering with his car, hitting the gym, running a few meager errands before hitting up one (or two) of his bevy of lady friends. If one were to somehow achieve the impossible, and get Coach Black’s cell-phone away from him for any span of time, one would notice a peculiar thing about the ex-ball player’s contact list. Letters in lieu of names;
•
L.A.
•
SC
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ATL
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BSK
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M&P
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A,B & C
Cryptic nick names that sounded like they belonged to characters in a cheesy 90’s comic book;
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Bone-Crusher
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Thunder-Head
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Cowgirl
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Iron Bitch
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Bombshell
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Gym Nut
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Outback
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Big Red
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Aphordite
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Seed Monger
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Big-O
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She-Hulk
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Wonder Woman
,etc.
A series of mysteries that Coach would never allow to be divulged to anyone. So, it had surprised him when he’d received a call from his brother, telling him he’d arrived back in town after spending what had been years away from home. His brother suddenly coming back home had surprised him almost as much as the call he’d received only shortly beforehand by Ivana Swallows. She’d -- somehow -- gotten his number and had -- polite yet tersely -- asked him to retrieve the necessary groceries for her barbeque.
“I’d got myself” she assured him, “but I’m simply swamped in getting everything ready.”
“So, you called me instead of one of your girls?” Coach asked, skepticism wrapped in caution on his tone.
“Oh, please Coach! I couldn’t charge my guests with the task of bringing what I need to this barbeque. You realize how tacky that looks?”
“But you can ask the lowly football coach you only talk to in the language of ‘insult’ to bring it for you.”
“Oh come on now” Ivana said, her voice suddenly dipping into a low, sultry tambour. ‘Melting honey’ is the image Coach associated with the shift in tone. This was her ‘come-hither’ voice. The one she’d regularly use to get people (men) to do deeds for her. “You know all that’s just friendly workplace banter. No different than when you boys haze each other in the locker rooms. Friendly jabs and all that.”
“Funny Ivy” said Coach. “Didn’t know you were up to speed on what goes on in the men’s locker room.”
The smirk somehow found a way to creep over the phone. Silence from Ivana’s end.
“Sigh...and what exactly am I bringing to the party”
“Well…” Ivana began, “It is a barbeque, hon. I’m gonna need meat…”
Coach could in turn feel a smirk coming from Ivana’s end of the phone.
“Really…”said Coach, his voice lowering to match hers.
“Uh-huh…” said Ivana, plainly.
“How much meat we talkin here?”
“Lots…” replied the southern nurse. “Pounds…”
Coach’s growing erection was starting to form a large bulge in his pants. Is she fuckin with me, he thought.
“Think you can handle that for me?” came Ivana in a coy, cat-like pur.
“Shiiiet...alright, I got you. I’ll bring the meat, you can pay me back when I get there.”
“Deal…” she replied plainly.
A series of mysteries that Coach would never allow to be divulged to anyone. So, it had surprised him when he’d received a call from his brother, telling him he’d arrived back in town after spending what had been years away from home. His brother suddenly coming back home had surprised him almost as much as the call he’d received only shortly beforehand by Ivana Swallows. She’d -- somehow -- gotten his number and had -- polite yet tersely -- asked him to retrieve the necessary groceries for her barbeque.
“I’d got myself” she assured him, “but I’m simply swamped in getting everything ready.”
“So, you called me instead of one of your girls?” Coach asked, skepticism wrapped in caution on his tone.
“Oh, please Coach! I couldn’t charge my guests with the task of bringing what I need to this barbeque. You realize how tacky that looks?”
“But you can ask the lowly football coach you only talk to in the language of ‘insult’ to bring it for you.”
“Oh come on now” Ivana said, her voice suddenly dipping into a low, sultry tambour. ‘Melting honey’ is the image Coach associated with the shift in tone. This was her ‘come-hither’ voice. The one she’d regularly use to get people (men) to do deeds for her. “You know all that’s just friendly workplace banter. No different than when you boys haze each other in the locker rooms. Friendly jabs and all that.”
“Funny Ivy” said Coach. “Didn’t know you were up to speed on what goes on in the men’s locker room.”
The smirk somehow found a way to creep over the phone. Silence from Ivana’s end.
“Sigh...and what exactly am I bringing to the party”
“Well…” Ivana began, “It is a barbeque, hon. I’m gonna need meat…”
Coach could in turn feel a smirk coming from Ivana’s end of the phone.
“Really…”said Coach, his voice lowering to match hers.
“Uh-huh…” said Ivana, plainly.
“How much meat we talkin here?”
“Lots…” replied the southern nurse. “Pounds…”
Coach’s growing erection was starting to form a large bulge in his pants. Is she fuckin with me, he thought.
“Think you can handle that for me?” came Ivana in a coy, cat-like pur.
“Shiiiet...alright, I got you. I’ll bring the meat, you can pay me back when I get there.”
“Deal…” she replied plainly.
...
*DING-DONG!!*
“Oh,” said Anya, a low jolt of surprise in her voice from the sudden ringing of the doorbell. “Was someone else comink?”
Bianca and Sammy looked on to the corridor where the noise echoed from.
“Ivy” Bianca then said, “didn’t you say you were having the meat delivered to us?”
“That I did, BB!” Ivana replied, a wide smile on her face and a matter-of-fact pep in her voice perhaps half an octave too perky for her often caustic demeanor. “Took them long enough. The suns already about to go down.”
Ivana gracefully rose from her position in the love-seat. In one smooth motion she set her mostly empty glass of wine down and motioned towards the front door. She was out of sight before she could even gauge the look of caution, the raised eyebrow, on Jenny Summer’s gorgeous face. Almost sensing Jenny’s unease, Bianca spoke.
“Ivana had the foresight to know we’d all be too wrapped up in visiting to get the meat for the barbeque, so she had someone deliver it for us.”
“Yeah…” said Jenny, a readiness in her voice. “Foresight.”
Jenny watched Ivana as she turn the corridor that led to the front door. She noted her choice of clothing this evening. The skirt and blouse that best showcased her bare shoulders and arms and wrapped tight around her slim torso. The skirt clung tight to Ivana’s full, meaty curves and -- lord above -- Jenny thought, had Ivana’s ass always been so full, so round? Had it always jiggled and bounced that way while confined in garments? A start that could have been identified as one of panic shot through Jenny’s ample chest. A slight pump of adrenaline that only intensified as she prodded herself with a question that she -- in her heart of hearts -- already knew the answer to. Who was at the door? Who did Ivana have come over?
…
“Ah, Coach, dear~!” chimed Ivana as she swung the front door open. “Better late than never.”
Black was caught off guard by how warm and welcoming the greeting. He half-flinched at the spot upon seeing Ivana’s uncommon bright white smile aimed at him. It simply didn’t happen.
“Uh…hey Ivy.” said Coach, uncertainty cracking in his voice. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Had to pick up the little brother and it took longer to pack everything into the Black-mobile than I thought it would.”
“Oh, don’t fret over it. The timing actually couldn’t have worked out any better. Us girls were just catching up on things and just now worked up a hunger.”
“I see…” said Coach.
“You know how the old saying goes; hunger is the best spice.” added Richard.
“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Come on in and set that stuff down in the kitchen.”
Don’t fret over it? Coach would have sworn on the stand he’d never heard the cranky brunette nurse EVER speak those words before.
“S-Sure…” said Coach, uneasy and not doing an altogether good job of hiding it.
The men strode into the two story abode, arms spilling with bags of food.
“Man, you went all out.” said Ivana.
“Yeah” replied Coach, “figured more beat the risk of not having enough.”
“Good call” the busty nurse concurred.
Good call? thought Coach. Ivana never agreed with Coach on anything. If Black had ever looked up to the sky and said ‘the sky is blue’, Ivana Swallows’ undoubted reply would have been something to the effect of ‘well...not particularly.’ What’s up with her? Why is she being so damn agreeable all of a sudden?
The three walked down the corridor before rounding the corner that led to the living room.
“Right this way” said Ivana, leading the trek.
“Say, this is a really nice place you got here Mrs.Swallows.” said Richard.
“Well thank you, I--” Ivana trailed off, just noting Richard’s presence for the first time, and more so--
“Oh my goodness!” said Ivana, abruptly turning on her heel and facing Richard.
“You...you’re--”
“Richard” added the Black twin. “Richard Black. Coaches ‘younger’ brother of a few minutes.”
Ivana’s eyes shifted from Coach to Richard, rapidly.
“Oh my goodness! I-I didn’t know you had a twin brother.”
“Not many do” the sculpted black man added. “Wish I could keep it that way sometimes.”
“Yeah, yeah” dismissed Rich. “I’d shake your hand, Mrs. Swallows, but uhhhh…”
Richard let the line linger in the air, letting the image of him being loaded down with grocery bags speak for itself.
“You both look exactly alike.”
“I like to think I got the good-looks.” joked Richard.
Ivana couldn’t help but stare between the two men. It was like looking at a person while standing next to a mirror. Two Blacks, she thought. Ivana assessed what this meant. How it would fit into her plans. She’d made sure to be overly nice to tall black jock so that he’d willingly come inside rather than hand off the groceries to her and leave. That would have ruined everything. She lured him inside with honey, only to realize (rather oafishly) that she’d brought in his brother -- his twin brother -- into her home. What now? she thought. She’d play it through as planned, and would figure out how this new development could be used later.
“Right through here, fellas.” said Ivana, guiding the way into the livingroom.
“We come bearing gifts!” joked Richard as they entered to see the other women.
All eyes fell to the small procession entering the space. Bianca immediately made eye-contact with Black and gave him a slight, but warm, smile of greeting.
“Hey, Bianca!” said Coach from behind a tiny wall of brown paper bags. He had to bite his tongue the slightest bit not to call her ‘3B’. She hates that, he thought, and more so didn’t want to have to be the one to explain to her what the nickname stood for.
“Hey there, Coach.” replied Bianca. Between Blackwood and Black, there had always been a polite , if a bit distant, friendliness. Bianca had always made it a point to be polite to the tall over-muscled black man. She felt it out of a sense of obligation and want to balance out how snarky, at times downright mean, way Ivana and Jenny would speak to the man at school.
Whenever she saw him, she’d make it a point to smile. Say hello while at faculty meetings or in the halls, and in turn he’d oblige. Nothing further transpired between the two, and from this the build blonde haired woman found Coach to be a rather agreeable fellow. This didn’t however, make her any less aware to how big a flirt he was. She’d heard the rumors about him. Had seen ample proof of how the man got around with women at the campus, married as well as single. She wouldn’t be caught up in that web, and therefore decided to keep her distance.
That was then at least...Now Bianca wasn’t so sure she wanted that distance to remain. Her recent experiences had open her up (in more ways than one) to perhaps pursuing a more ‘open’ friendship with the studly athletics coach. But of this, she did not speak aloud nor hint in manner.
Anya White meanwhile looked at the black man with a thinly veiled caution. She’d met Coach not long after she’d moved to Coxville, and she didn’t altogether like the man. She found him arrogant, ‘gorgeous...but arrogant’. She typically kept her interactions with him short and clipped. Sometimes going so far as to feign not knowing english words so as to speed the conversation along. He was a player, everyone in town knew that. And moreso a cocky one, a trait that did not sit well with Anya.
While things had changed since those earlier meetings, her caution towards the tall built man had maintained its unwillingness to part. Her silent attraction however, whether Anya knew it or not, had remained the same (if not grown). Now however, her apprehension was peppered with something else.Something that hadn’t been there before when Coach would gaze at her fiercely with his rich brown eyes and use his sultry deep voice to coax a bit of warmth from the raven haired Russian. Curiosity perhaps? She appraised him, still as good-looking as he was the last time she had seen him (moreso now for some reason). Somethin edged her closer to him now. Daring her.
< “Good evening, Anya.” > said Coach, using the lion’s share of Russian he knew.
“Hello, Coach Black” she replied in english, formal, terse and without an ounce of warmth.
Ice princess as always, thought Coach. Still fine as fuck though. He couldn’t deny that the Russian woman’s distant manner made him hot. Her dark eyes gazing at him with cold indifference somehow made him want to ramp up the charm and ache to see what she’d be like if given the proper attention.
“I’ll help!” said Sammy, rushing forward to aid in putting the bags in the kitchen. She scoop a single bag from the burly arms of Richard (whose face had been mostly obscured) and frolicked into the other room. Roughly ten seconds later, a loud metallic clatter echoed throughout the abode, followed by;
“Ouch! Dang it!”
Ivana’s face shifted into a scowl at the sound.
“Sammy, if you broke anything in my kitchen I’m gonna--”
“Sorry! Its ok...I didn’t break nothin.”
The two men reached the kitchen and set the item down unceremoniously on the large island and counter. It was then, upon the bags being put down, that everyone truly noticed the twins.
“Say…” said Sammy, the first to see both men up close. “You...oh my gosh!”
Richard smiled brightly at the bubbly redhead.
“Hi there.”
Sammy did the thing that most people did upon finding themselves standing before the Black twins. Her eyes shifted back and forth between them, as if she were trying to make sense of some kind of optical illusion.
“Coach Black, there’s two of you.” she said, a whimsical wonder in her tone.
At this, both men couldn’t help but laugh. Sammy Spitzmen was simply too adorable in her manner to not get them to. Sammy had never really been around Coach Black, not for any extended duration of time at least. Different generation, different friends, different lives despite their both being athletic devotees. Sammy had heard stories though. Heard about the great and infamous Coach Black from Jenny Summers. In kind, Black had heard about Sammy and her bordering legendary physique. His eyes scanned the super-fit ginger to confirm that the stories held true. At most, Coach had noticed Sammy from a distance, and she did as well for him. The two had never spoken a word to one another in all these years. Rare as that was in towns as small as Coxville, it still occurred when two people would know next to nothing about one another.
“I’m Richard, Coach’s brother.”
“That’s right.” Coach added.
“So...do you guys like..finish each others sentences and stuff?”
The two looked at each other, puzzled but amused.
“No--” said Coach.
“Not really” added Richard.
The pair went unaware of how their response came off as such.
“Oh my gosh, that’s so cool! I wish I had a twin.”
“I don’t think the town would survive two Sammies” came the slick voice of Ivana Swallows, who filed into the kitchen with Bianca Blackwood, Anya White and -- most notably -- Jenny Summers. The women all sauntered into the room, swaying and lightly bouncing like a host of goddesses. Richard couldn’t help but gawk at the sight. Good gawd!, he thought. I knew this town had bad bitches, but dayuum! Richard typically did well to keep his more...thuggish...tendencies at bay. The fighting, street talk and whatnot was a part of his past, yet it was something he had grown to control and temper during his travels. Women were drawn to him for his looks typically, but were intoxicated by how worldly and sophisticated he conveyed himself.
Coach Black went about introducing his brother to the women, and briefly explained to them how he came to be back in town after all these years. Bianca faintly remember Richard after a time, how they’d all gone to the same school in their youth, but she’d never quite noticed him (admittedly).
“Oh, no worries about that, Mrs.Blackwood.” said Richards. “I was a bit of a ghost back in the day. I stuck to the shadows mostly and kept out of sight in the library. Got plenty of reading in in those days at the sacrifice of developing social skills. So, you’ll forgive me if I come off as a bit odd at times. You’ve been given fair warning, ha-ha”
This tickled the big blondes’ fancy. He’s so well-spoken and polite! Bianca thought. I wish Gerald was more like him.
“My little bro, the egghead” said Coach, helping Ivy put slab after slab of steaks in the refrigerator, Jenny facilitating between them silently.
< “I heard my brother speak to you in Russian. What part are you from?”” > Anya’s beautiful dark eyes widened at the question. She’d never quite get used to people speaking to her in her native language in this southern town.
< “ Y-you, you mean me?” > Anya blurted sheepishly.
< “ No, I was talking to the other beautiful Russian woman in the room.” > Replied Richard with a chuckle.
The pair exchanged a few words in Russian. Anya learned that Richard had spent some time in Moscow during his travels and had managed to pick up a bit of the language. He was no Alexander Brooks (of that Anya knew absolutely) but it was enough for them to engage in conversation.
“Damn bro, didn’t know you were multi-lingual”
“One of many things you don’t know about me, Coach.” said Richard.
The Russian conversation went back and forth for a moment or two longer, and concluded upon Richard - to Black’s amazement - making the typically stoney raven haired Russian woman laugh, flashing her flawless pearly white teeth and bright smile at the younger Black twin. She even blushed, her pale cheeks warming to a faint pink at Richard’s unknown comment. Un-fuckin-believable thought Coach. The ice-princess melts.
It hadn’t been known during this exchange, or at the very least not addressed, but Jenny Summers was staring daggers at Coach Black this entire time. As the group put away the truck-load of delectable meats, she scowled at him with a fury bordering on supernova. What the FUCK? she thought, again and again, never taking her eyes on her big black bull. Her anger towards him was trumped only by her coiling and ever-rising hatred of Ivana Swallows. Ivana, who had put this little gathering together. Ivana, who had insisted she come down that day. Ivana, who couldn’t been bothered to get her own bloody groceries, and called Coach -- HER Coach -- to fetch them for her.
What.The.FUCK!?
Jenny’s piercing glower never strayed from the sight of Coach and Ivy. The pair of them, standing together as they placed the groceries in the fridge. Ivana, smiling and laughing with a regularity unheard of for the often snarky and irritable brunette.Jenny became stone silent, working out the details of how and when she’d release her anger towards the both of them. Her only confusion was who would feel her wrath first? Her gullible dog of a Big Black Cock, or the duplicitous bitch who had put this whole debacle in motion.
“So, if one of you gets hurt,” said Sammy to Richard, “like, one of ya’ll smacks your funny-bone in the bathroom or somethin...does the other twin feel it?”
At this, Richard laughed. “No, nothing like that I’m afraid. That’d be a nightmare. Every time my brother stepped out on the field I’d be a nervous wreck.”
“If that were true, your days of ‘climbin’ killamanjaro’ and all that extreme hiking shit would be over. I’d make sure of that.” Added Coach, working a particularly fat slab of steak into the fridge. Bent in front of him was Ivana, who was moving items out of the way to make room for the meat.
“Alright Coach, hon, you can go on ahead and place that big sucker ri~ght in here.”
Ivana’s round bubble butt --packed tight into her skirt-- was propped up before the studly Coach. The statement was innocent enough; Ivana had cleared room for Coach to place the meat into the fridge. On the surface, it meant nothing...but beneath...well...Jenny knew better. The blonde cheerleading coach had to resist the urge of shoving her heel right into the center of that pretentious heart-shaped mound that Ivana poked and wobbled in front of Coach, HER Coach.
“You sure you got enough room for all this? Looks like a tight fit.”
“It’ll fit” assured Ivana, “trust me, I’ve gotten plenty of practice in with stuff like this.”
I’ll bet you have, skank! thought Jenny.
“Alright, if you insist.”
Coach worked the items into the fridge, brushing passed Ivana as she backed out. Their hips touched, Ivana’s ass backing itself into Coach’s pelvis. The brunette nurse half-turned to look at the tall Black man. In that single moment, that single pass between man and woman, it looked like -- from Jenny’s vantage -- the two were connected, Coach burying his crotch into Ivana from behind. Coach, HER Coach, pelvis to ass with that brown-haired bitch.
“Oomph!” squeaked Ivana, her mouth an O of surprise at the sudden obstruction, hacking herself into a wall of man and hard muscle. “Pardon me.”
“Not a thang” replied Coach, that smirk of his framing his features.
What.The.FUCK!?
Anya and Sammy were too busy being regaled by one of Richard’s harrowing adventures in the Swiss Alps to notice the all-too close gesture of Ivy backing her bulbous bottom into Coach’s crotch. Bianca however, did happen to catch the motion, and noted how ill-at-ease it had left Jenny.
“Need any help putting that stuff away, Ivy?” she asked, a motherly concern in her tone.
“Oh, no no, we got this. We should probably fire up the grill now. Coach, hon.”
“Yea?”
“You think you could help me with the grill out back? Danged thing has been on the fritz since yesterday. Don’t know for the life of me what’s wrong with it.”
At this, Bianca cocked an eyebrow. She’d seen Ivana at the grill just earlier that day. She made no mention of anything being wrong with the device.
What is she up to? Thought Bianca.
“Sure, let’s go take a look.”
“I’ll help you!” barked Jenny.
“Oh, Jen” replied Ivana, “Don’t fret over it. Coach can take care of this for me. You go on an relax.”
"No, I want to help. I’m more keen on things like this than you’d think”
Ivana smiled, “I know, but--”
“Great. Settled. Let’s go!”
At the suggestion, Jenny, Ivana and Coach began to make their way to the backyard. Bianca followed, an appraising eye on the three of them.
“I’ll come along too” said Bianca. “Jeb just bought a new grill and I’d like to know a trick or two on how to fix should there ever come a need.”
That was only half-a-lie, but Bianca’s intent was well meaning enough for it not to feel wrong. Sammy, Anya and Richard meanwhile remained in the kitchen, enjoying the apex of Richard’s daring climb while indulging in the laid out fruits. Anya was pouring Richard a small glass of the black wine when the two blondes and brunette filed out of the kitchen.
Bianca, seeing how the tension between the two women had grown in the last few minutes, tried to position herself between Jenny and Ivana.
“Alrighty, suit yourselves.” said Ivana, “let’s get to it!”
Ivana and Bianca had made it outside, the warm southern air overtaking them as they exited the house proper. Jenny and Coach hadn’t quite made it to the back door, when Jenny gripped Coach by a large bicep and pulled him aside, sidestepping the trek to the grill.
“Whoa!” said Coach, off-guard from the sudden burst of strength from the blonde.
“What. The. FUCK!?” said Jenny, a growl that somehow managed to remain a whisper.
“What?” said Coach, his face puzzled.
“What the hell are you doing here for starters?”
“Ivy called and asked me to bring her some meat from the store.”
“She asked you to bring some meat from the store...” replied Jenny, the disbelief almost palpable as she placed her hands at her hips and cocked them to one side. Though Jenny as shorter than Coach, from her stance and position in the hallway she appeared to tower over him, the athletic black man cornered by a yellow-haired lioness.
“Yeah. Figured it wasn’t no thang, just a favor. Relax baby. “
“Weren't nothin...Just a favor...”
“Why are you repeatin everything I say?”
Jenny smacked Coach on the arm, a half-closed hand hitting against solid muscle. The blow hurt her more than it did him, but Jenny wasn't about to confess that.
“Are you kidding me? Are you that dense?”
“Damn, the fuck’s your problem?”
“You!” Jenny belted, her voice breaking from its harsh whisper. She immediately caught herself and put a hand to her own mouth, as though to silence herself.
“You!” she repeated, this time in a hushed whisper. “Ivana’s using you, you idiot.”
“Using me?”
“Yes! She’s up to something. Bringing you here, having you bring meat. This is her trying to--to…”
Jenny didn’t want to say it aloud.
“To what?” Coach dared.
“She’s trying to get back at me.”
“Get back at you? Fo what?”
“I dunno...Nothing...Everything!”
Jenny wasn’t about to go into any detail about the last book club meeting. She knew the matter of Samson West and the subsequent dare she’d posed to the girls to get their own black studs wouldn’t particularly set him off, That was the problem. That’s what worried her the most. Their secret -- rather cavalier -- relationship was rooted in the idea that the pair of them could have at whoever they wanted. When we’re fucking each other senseless, have as much dick as you like, while I have as much pussy as I like was the agreement.
The problem with that however, Jenny didn’t want Coach to have at anyone else. She wanted to have him all to herself. Sure, she’d had her way with more than her fair share of Big Black Dick in the days since that fateful night, when she and Coach ravaged each other in the men’s shower, her pussy pounded into black addiction by Coach’s monster cock. But still, Coach was hers. The bimbos he’d throw himself into on a regular basis couldn’t fuck him half as good as she could, and had proven again and again (multiple times). Something about the notion of Ivana getting all that good black dick, HER good black dick, simply set a fire in her. The image of Ivana having HER Coach, this simply would not stand.
“She’s using you to get to me.”
“...The fuck you talkin--
“This whole barbecue thing as an excuse to get us all in one place. She probably trying to use this to like, I dunno...”
“You’re soundin hella paranoid right now...you know that right?”
“Oh come on! “ said Jenny, an exasperated plea. “When has EVER called you and asked for a favor?”
“Well…”
“When has she EVER smiled or laughed this much?”
“Well…”
“When has she EVER called you ‘hon’ or 'dear', for fuck’s sake?”
“Yeah...that was a little weird.”
“See? She’s up to something.”
“Doesn’t mean all that.”
"And in the kitchen, she basically dry-humped you in front of everyone!"
Jenny tilted her head back to check the corridor. Through the screen door she could see Bianca -- half bent at the grill -- alongside Ivana, who was fiddling with something at the back of the device.
“Look, she’s distracted. You go on ahead, grab your brother and get outta here.”
“What? Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because, Ivana’s acting all weird. She’s gonna try...I dunno...something.”
“She really can’t be under your skin this bad.” said Coach.
“She’s not, it's just--gah-- I don’t trust her. She’s been on this serious revenge kick ever since…”
Jenny stopped herself.
“Since…” Coach prodded.
“Nothing…”
An awkward silence. Coach, paused at the spot and cocking an eyebrow down at his blonde vixen. She crossed her arms nervously, her gorgeous face dropping off to the side like a sheepish teenage girl.
“Hmm...alright, don’t tell me then.”
Just then, Ivana’s voice could be heard from outside.
“Oh, dang it. Coach dear, could you come out here and give us a hand with this?”
Jenny looked up, peered at Coach with a fiery desperation. He looked back at her, knowing that look. When she really wanted him to do something, she gave him this look. It wasn’t a beg, and it wasn’t a command, it was something in-between. And Coach Black knew only one response to this steely ‘come-hither’ glare…
“Comin, Ivy!”
His brown eyes didn’t take themselves away from Jenny’s blue ones. He watched as her brows furrowed into a angry crease. She hated how pig-headed he was, and could show this with but a single expression.
“Its nothin, right?” mocked Coach. “Nothin went down, so it won’t mean nothin if I help her with the grill.”
“You…” Jenny began. “Are SUCH a bastard.”
As Coach pressed his way from Jenny’s cornered space, he smiled at her.
“That I am...and yet, I’ll still wearin that pussy out on a regular basis. Go figure.”
With that, Coach exited the house and entered the backyard. Jenny could have screamed bloody murder at how she was losing control of the situation. Her heart sank a bit to see Coach turn from her like that, obviously intrigued to see how Ivana's little 'plan' would play out. She wanted to strangle him and stomp Ivana into the concrete. But she couldn’t. She was committed to keeping up appearances., and wouldn’t allow that false dark-haired bitch to make her openly flinch in front of their friends. She suspected this was the purpose behind Ivana invited Sammy, Anya and Bianca. It was a public display and a shield against any reprisal of Jenny’s anger towards the nurse. Jenny gets angry at Ivana for having HER man answer to her commands, she loses. If Ivana can openly flirt with HER man in front of the other girls, she loses. If Ivana decides to host her own little version of their previous book club meeting, and fucks HER man in front of the girls,she loses
It wasn’t a comforting thought in any vane. Jenny steeled herself for what was about to come. She’d have to safeguard her foolhardy Big Black Cock from Ivana’s grubby clutches. This could be done, this would be done. Jenny walked out into the backyard, spying Ivana as she was appraising Coach while he bent over to look at the grill. The blonde and brunette made eye contact. Ivana grinned, her green eyes gleaming in a way that reminded Summers of a serpent aching to strike at any moment.
Alright bitch… thought Jenny. You want to play, let’s play.
And Jenny Summers, her blue eyes suddenly gaining a glint so bright and cheery it bordered on hostile, returned the smile in kind with her own.
*DING-DONG!!*
“Oh,” said Anya, a low jolt of surprise in her voice from the sudden ringing of the doorbell. “Was someone else comink?”
Bianca and Sammy looked on to the corridor where the noise echoed from.
“Ivy” Bianca then said, “didn’t you say you were having the meat delivered to us?”
“That I did, BB!” Ivana replied, a wide smile on her face and a matter-of-fact pep in her voice perhaps half an octave too perky for her often caustic demeanor. “Took them long enough. The suns already about to go down.”
Ivana gracefully rose from her position in the love-seat. In one smooth motion she set her mostly empty glass of wine down and motioned towards the front door. She was out of sight before she could even gauge the look of caution, the raised eyebrow, on Jenny Summer’s gorgeous face. Almost sensing Jenny’s unease, Bianca spoke.
“Ivana had the foresight to know we’d all be too wrapped up in visiting to get the meat for the barbeque, so she had someone deliver it for us.”
“Yeah…” said Jenny, a readiness in her voice. “Foresight.”
Jenny watched Ivana as she turn the corridor that led to the front door. She noted her choice of clothing this evening. The skirt and blouse that best showcased her bare shoulders and arms and wrapped tight around her slim torso. The skirt clung tight to Ivana’s full, meaty curves and -- lord above -- Jenny thought, had Ivana’s ass always been so full, so round? Had it always jiggled and bounced that way while confined in garments? A start that could have been identified as one of panic shot through Jenny’s ample chest. A slight pump of adrenaline that only intensified as she prodded herself with a question that she -- in her heart of hearts -- already knew the answer to. Who was at the door? Who did Ivana have come over?
…
“Ah, Coach, dear~!” chimed Ivana as she swung the front door open. “Better late than never.”
Black was caught off guard by how warm and welcoming the greeting. He half-flinched at the spot upon seeing Ivana’s uncommon bright white smile aimed at him. It simply didn’t happen.
“Uh…hey Ivy.” said Coach, uncertainty cracking in his voice. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Had to pick up the little brother and it took longer to pack everything into the Black-mobile than I thought it would.”
“Oh, don’t fret over it. The timing actually couldn’t have worked out any better. Us girls were just catching up on things and just now worked up a hunger.”
“I see…” said Coach.
“You know how the old saying goes; hunger is the best spice.” added Richard.
“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Come on in and set that stuff down in the kitchen.”
Don’t fret over it? Coach would have sworn on the stand he’d never heard the cranky brunette nurse EVER speak those words before.
“S-Sure…” said Coach, uneasy and not doing an altogether good job of hiding it.
The men strode into the two story abode, arms spilling with bags of food.
“Man, you went all out.” said Ivana.
“Yeah” replied Coach, “figured more beat the risk of not having enough.”
“Good call” the busty nurse concurred.
Good call? thought Coach. Ivana never agreed with Coach on anything. If Black had ever looked up to the sky and said ‘the sky is blue’, Ivana Swallows’ undoubted reply would have been something to the effect of ‘well...not particularly.’ What’s up with her? Why is she being so damn agreeable all of a sudden?
The three walked down the corridor before rounding the corner that led to the living room.
“Right this way” said Ivana, leading the trek.
“Say, this is a really nice place you got here Mrs.Swallows.” said Richard.
“Well thank you, I--” Ivana trailed off, just noting Richard’s presence for the first time, and more so--
“Oh my goodness!” said Ivana, abruptly turning on her heel and facing Richard.
“You...you’re--”
“Richard” added the Black twin. “Richard Black. Coaches ‘younger’ brother of a few minutes.”
Ivana’s eyes shifted from Coach to Richard, rapidly.
“Oh my goodness! I-I didn’t know you had a twin brother.”
“Not many do” the sculpted black man added. “Wish I could keep it that way sometimes.”
“Yeah, yeah” dismissed Rich. “I’d shake your hand, Mrs. Swallows, but uhhhh…”
Richard let the line linger in the air, letting the image of him being loaded down with grocery bags speak for itself.
“You both look exactly alike.”
“I like to think I got the good-looks.” joked Richard.
Ivana couldn’t help but stare between the two men. It was like looking at a person while standing next to a mirror. Two Blacks, she thought. Ivana assessed what this meant. How it would fit into her plans. She’d made sure to be overly nice to tall black jock so that he’d willingly come inside rather than hand off the groceries to her and leave. That would have ruined everything. She lured him inside with honey, only to realize (rather oafishly) that she’d brought in his brother -- his twin brother -- into her home. What now? she thought. She’d play it through as planned, and would figure out how this new development could be used later.
“Right through here, fellas.” said Ivana, guiding the way into the livingroom.
“We come bearing gifts!” joked Richard as they entered to see the other women.
All eyes fell to the small procession entering the space. Bianca immediately made eye-contact with Black and gave him a slight, but warm, smile of greeting.
“Hey, Bianca!” said Coach from behind a tiny wall of brown paper bags. He had to bite his tongue the slightest bit not to call her ‘3B’. She hates that, he thought, and more so didn’t want to have to be the one to explain to her what the nickname stood for.
“Hey there, Coach.” replied Bianca. Between Blackwood and Black, there had always been a polite , if a bit distant, friendliness. Bianca had always made it a point to be polite to the tall over-muscled black man. She felt it out of a sense of obligation and want to balance out how snarky, at times downright mean, way Ivana and Jenny would speak to the man at school.
Whenever she saw him, she’d make it a point to smile. Say hello while at faculty meetings or in the halls, and in turn he’d oblige. Nothing further transpired between the two, and from this the build blonde haired woman found Coach to be a rather agreeable fellow. This didn’t however, make her any less aware to how big a flirt he was. She’d heard the rumors about him. Had seen ample proof of how the man got around with women at the campus, married as well as single. She wouldn’t be caught up in that web, and therefore decided to keep her distance.
That was then at least...Now Bianca wasn’t so sure she wanted that distance to remain. Her recent experiences had open her up (in more ways than one) to perhaps pursuing a more ‘open’ friendship with the studly athletics coach. But of this, she did not speak aloud nor hint in manner.
Anya White meanwhile looked at the black man with a thinly veiled caution. She’d met Coach not long after she’d moved to Coxville, and she didn’t altogether like the man. She found him arrogant, ‘gorgeous...but arrogant’. She typically kept her interactions with him short and clipped. Sometimes going so far as to feign not knowing english words so as to speed the conversation along. He was a player, everyone in town knew that. And moreso a cocky one, a trait that did not sit well with Anya.
While things had changed since those earlier meetings, her caution towards the tall built man had maintained its unwillingness to part. Her silent attraction however, whether Anya knew it or not, had remained the same (if not grown). Now however, her apprehension was peppered with something else.Something that hadn’t been there before when Coach would gaze at her fiercely with his rich brown eyes and use his sultry deep voice to coax a bit of warmth from the raven haired Russian. Curiosity perhaps? She appraised him, still as good-looking as he was the last time she had seen him (moreso now for some reason). Somethin edged her closer to him now. Daring her.
< “Good evening, Anya.” > said Coach, using the lion’s share of Russian he knew.
“Hello, Coach Black” she replied in english, formal, terse and without an ounce of warmth.
Ice princess as always, thought Coach. Still fine as fuck though. He couldn’t deny that the Russian woman’s distant manner made him hot. Her dark eyes gazing at him with cold indifference somehow made him want to ramp up the charm and ache to see what she’d be like if given the proper attention.
“I’ll help!” said Sammy, rushing forward to aid in putting the bags in the kitchen. She scoop a single bag from the burly arms of Richard (whose face had been mostly obscured) and frolicked into the other room. Roughly ten seconds later, a loud metallic clatter echoed throughout the abode, followed by;
“Ouch! Dang it!”
Ivana’s face shifted into a scowl at the sound.
“Sammy, if you broke anything in my kitchen I’m gonna--”
“Sorry! Its ok...I didn’t break nothin.”
The two men reached the kitchen and set the item down unceremoniously on the large island and counter. It was then, upon the bags being put down, that everyone truly noticed the twins.
“Say…” said Sammy, the first to see both men up close. “You...oh my gosh!”
Richard smiled brightly at the bubbly redhead.
“Hi there.”
Sammy did the thing that most people did upon finding themselves standing before the Black twins. Her eyes shifted back and forth between them, as if she were trying to make sense of some kind of optical illusion.
“Coach Black, there’s two of you.” she said, a whimsical wonder in her tone.
At this, both men couldn’t help but laugh. Sammy Spitzmen was simply too adorable in her manner to not get them to. Sammy had never really been around Coach Black, not for any extended duration of time at least. Different generation, different friends, different lives despite their both being athletic devotees. Sammy had heard stories though. Heard about the great and infamous Coach Black from Jenny Summers. In kind, Black had heard about Sammy and her bordering legendary physique. His eyes scanned the super-fit ginger to confirm that the stories held true. At most, Coach had noticed Sammy from a distance, and she did as well for him. The two had never spoken a word to one another in all these years. Rare as that was in towns as small as Coxville, it still occurred when two people would know next to nothing about one another.
“I’m Richard, Coach’s brother.”
“That’s right.” Coach added.
“So...do you guys like..finish each others sentences and stuff?”
The two looked at each other, puzzled but amused.
“No--” said Coach.
“Not really” added Richard.
The pair went unaware of how their response came off as such.
“Oh my gosh, that’s so cool! I wish I had a twin.”
“I don’t think the town would survive two Sammies” came the slick voice of Ivana Swallows, who filed into the kitchen with Bianca Blackwood, Anya White and -- most notably -- Jenny Summers. The women all sauntered into the room, swaying and lightly bouncing like a host of goddesses. Richard couldn’t help but gawk at the sight. Good gawd!, he thought. I knew this town had bad bitches, but dayuum! Richard typically did well to keep his more...thuggish...tendencies at bay. The fighting, street talk and whatnot was a part of his past, yet it was something he had grown to control and temper during his travels. Women were drawn to him for his looks typically, but were intoxicated by how worldly and sophisticated he conveyed himself.
Coach Black went about introducing his brother to the women, and briefly explained to them how he came to be back in town after all these years. Bianca faintly remember Richard after a time, how they’d all gone to the same school in their youth, but she’d never quite noticed him (admittedly).
“Oh, no worries about that, Mrs.Blackwood.” said Richards. “I was a bit of a ghost back in the day. I stuck to the shadows mostly and kept out of sight in the library. Got plenty of reading in in those days at the sacrifice of developing social skills. So, you’ll forgive me if I come off as a bit odd at times. You’ve been given fair warning, ha-ha”
This tickled the big blondes’ fancy. He’s so well-spoken and polite! Bianca thought. I wish Gerald was more like him.
“My little bro, the egghead” said Coach, helping Ivy put slab after slab of steaks in the refrigerator, Jenny facilitating between them silently.
< “I heard my brother speak to you in Russian. What part are you from?”” > Anya’s beautiful dark eyes widened at the question. She’d never quite get used to people speaking to her in her native language in this southern town.
< “ Y-you, you mean me?” > Anya blurted sheepishly.
< “ No, I was talking to the other beautiful Russian woman in the room.” > Replied Richard with a chuckle.
The pair exchanged a few words in Russian. Anya learned that Richard had spent some time in Moscow during his travels and had managed to pick up a bit of the language. He was no Alexander Brooks (of that Anya knew absolutely) but it was enough for them to engage in conversation.
“Damn bro, didn’t know you were multi-lingual”
“One of many things you don’t know about me, Coach.” said Richard.
The Russian conversation went back and forth for a moment or two longer, and concluded upon Richard - to Black’s amazement - making the typically stoney raven haired Russian woman laugh, flashing her flawless pearly white teeth and bright smile at the younger Black twin. She even blushed, her pale cheeks warming to a faint pink at Richard’s unknown comment. Un-fuckin-believable thought Coach. The ice-princess melts.
It hadn’t been known during this exchange, or at the very least not addressed, but Jenny Summers was staring daggers at Coach Black this entire time. As the group put away the truck-load of delectable meats, she scowled at him with a fury bordering on supernova. What the FUCK? she thought, again and again, never taking her eyes on her big black bull. Her anger towards him was trumped only by her coiling and ever-rising hatred of Ivana Swallows. Ivana, who had put this little gathering together. Ivana, who had insisted she come down that day. Ivana, who couldn’t been bothered to get her own bloody groceries, and called Coach -- HER Coach -- to fetch them for her.
What.The.FUCK!?
Jenny’s piercing glower never strayed from the sight of Coach and Ivy. The pair of them, standing together as they placed the groceries in the fridge. Ivana, smiling and laughing with a regularity unheard of for the often snarky and irritable brunette.Jenny became stone silent, working out the details of how and when she’d release her anger towards the both of them. Her only confusion was who would feel her wrath first? Her gullible dog of a Big Black Cock, or the duplicitous bitch who had put this whole debacle in motion.
“So, if one of you gets hurt,” said Sammy to Richard, “like, one of ya’ll smacks your funny-bone in the bathroom or somethin...does the other twin feel it?”
At this, Richard laughed. “No, nothing like that I’m afraid. That’d be a nightmare. Every time my brother stepped out on the field I’d be a nervous wreck.”
“If that were true, your days of ‘climbin’ killamanjaro’ and all that extreme hiking shit would be over. I’d make sure of that.” Added Coach, working a particularly fat slab of steak into the fridge. Bent in front of him was Ivana, who was moving items out of the way to make room for the meat.
“Alright Coach, hon, you can go on ahead and place that big sucker ri~ght in here.”
Ivana’s round bubble butt --packed tight into her skirt-- was propped up before the studly Coach. The statement was innocent enough; Ivana had cleared room for Coach to place the meat into the fridge. On the surface, it meant nothing...but beneath...well...Jenny knew better. The blonde cheerleading coach had to resist the urge of shoving her heel right into the center of that pretentious heart-shaped mound that Ivana poked and wobbled in front of Coach, HER Coach.
“You sure you got enough room for all this? Looks like a tight fit.”
“It’ll fit” assured Ivana, “trust me, I’ve gotten plenty of practice in with stuff like this.”
I’ll bet you have, skank! thought Jenny.
“Alright, if you insist.”
Coach worked the items into the fridge, brushing passed Ivana as she backed out. Their hips touched, Ivana’s ass backing itself into Coach’s pelvis. The brunette nurse half-turned to look at the tall Black man. In that single moment, that single pass between man and woman, it looked like -- from Jenny’s vantage -- the two were connected, Coach burying his crotch into Ivana from behind. Coach, HER Coach, pelvis to ass with that brown-haired bitch.
“Oomph!” squeaked Ivana, her mouth an O of surprise at the sudden obstruction, hacking herself into a wall of man and hard muscle. “Pardon me.”
“Not a thang” replied Coach, that smirk of his framing his features.
What.The.FUCK!?
Anya and Sammy were too busy being regaled by one of Richard’s harrowing adventures in the Swiss Alps to notice the all-too close gesture of Ivy backing her bulbous bottom into Coach’s crotch. Bianca however, did happen to catch the motion, and noted how ill-at-ease it had left Jenny.
“Need any help putting that stuff away, Ivy?” she asked, a motherly concern in her tone.
“Oh, no no, we got this. We should probably fire up the grill now. Coach, hon.”
“Yea?”
“You think you could help me with the grill out back? Danged thing has been on the fritz since yesterday. Don’t know for the life of me what’s wrong with it.”
At this, Bianca cocked an eyebrow. She’d seen Ivana at the grill just earlier that day. She made no mention of anything being wrong with the device.
What is she up to? Thought Bianca.
“Sure, let’s go take a look.”
“I’ll help you!” barked Jenny.
“Oh, Jen” replied Ivana, “Don’t fret over it. Coach can take care of this for me. You go on an relax.”
"No, I want to help. I’m more keen on things like this than you’d think”
Ivana smiled, “I know, but--”
“Great. Settled. Let’s go!”
At the suggestion, Jenny, Ivana and Coach began to make their way to the backyard. Bianca followed, an appraising eye on the three of them.
“I’ll come along too” said Bianca. “Jeb just bought a new grill and I’d like to know a trick or two on how to fix should there ever come a need.”
That was only half-a-lie, but Bianca’s intent was well meaning enough for it not to feel wrong. Sammy, Anya and Richard meanwhile remained in the kitchen, enjoying the apex of Richard’s daring climb while indulging in the laid out fruits. Anya was pouring Richard a small glass of the black wine when the two blondes and brunette filed out of the kitchen.
Bianca, seeing how the tension between the two women had grown in the last few minutes, tried to position herself between Jenny and Ivana.
“Alrighty, suit yourselves.” said Ivana, “let’s get to it!”
Ivana and Bianca had made it outside, the warm southern air overtaking them as they exited the house proper. Jenny and Coach hadn’t quite made it to the back door, when Jenny gripped Coach by a large bicep and pulled him aside, sidestepping the trek to the grill.
“Whoa!” said Coach, off-guard from the sudden burst of strength from the blonde.
“What. The. FUCK!?” said Jenny, a growl that somehow managed to remain a whisper.
“What?” said Coach, his face puzzled.
“What the hell are you doing here for starters?”
“Ivy called and asked me to bring her some meat from the store.”
“She asked you to bring some meat from the store...” replied Jenny, the disbelief almost palpable as she placed her hands at her hips and cocked them to one side. Though Jenny as shorter than Coach, from her stance and position in the hallway she appeared to tower over him, the athletic black man cornered by a yellow-haired lioness.
“Yeah. Figured it wasn’t no thang, just a favor. Relax baby. “
“Weren't nothin...Just a favor...”
“Why are you repeatin everything I say?”
Jenny smacked Coach on the arm, a half-closed hand hitting against solid muscle. The blow hurt her more than it did him, but Jenny wasn't about to confess that.
“Are you kidding me? Are you that dense?”
“Damn, the fuck’s your problem?”
“You!” Jenny belted, her voice breaking from its harsh whisper. She immediately caught herself and put a hand to her own mouth, as though to silence herself.
“You!” she repeated, this time in a hushed whisper. “Ivana’s using you, you idiot.”
“Using me?”
“Yes! She’s up to something. Bringing you here, having you bring meat. This is her trying to--to…”
Jenny didn’t want to say it aloud.
“To what?” Coach dared.
“She’s trying to get back at me.”
“Get back at you? Fo what?”
“I dunno...Nothing...Everything!”
Jenny wasn’t about to go into any detail about the last book club meeting. She knew the matter of Samson West and the subsequent dare she’d posed to the girls to get their own black studs wouldn’t particularly set him off, That was the problem. That’s what worried her the most. Their secret -- rather cavalier -- relationship was rooted in the idea that the pair of them could have at whoever they wanted. When we’re fucking each other senseless, have as much dick as you like, while I have as much pussy as I like was the agreement.
The problem with that however, Jenny didn’t want Coach to have at anyone else. She wanted to have him all to herself. Sure, she’d had her way with more than her fair share of Big Black Dick in the days since that fateful night, when she and Coach ravaged each other in the men’s shower, her pussy pounded into black addiction by Coach’s monster cock. But still, Coach was hers. The bimbos he’d throw himself into on a regular basis couldn’t fuck him half as good as she could, and had proven again and again (multiple times). Something about the notion of Ivana getting all that good black dick, HER good black dick, simply set a fire in her. The image of Ivana having HER Coach, this simply would not stand.
“She’s using you to get to me.”
“...The fuck you talkin--
“This whole barbecue thing as an excuse to get us all in one place. She probably trying to use this to like, I dunno...”
“You’re soundin hella paranoid right now...you know that right?”
“Oh come on! “ said Jenny, an exasperated plea. “When has EVER called you and asked for a favor?”
“Well…”
“When has she EVER smiled or laughed this much?”
“Well…”
“When has she EVER called you ‘hon’ or 'dear', for fuck’s sake?”
“Yeah...that was a little weird.”
“See? She’s up to something.”
“Doesn’t mean all that.”
"And in the kitchen, she basically dry-humped you in front of everyone!"
Jenny tilted her head back to check the corridor. Through the screen door she could see Bianca -- half bent at the grill -- alongside Ivana, who was fiddling with something at the back of the device.
“Look, she’s distracted. You go on ahead, grab your brother and get outta here.”
“What? Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because, Ivana’s acting all weird. She’s gonna try...I dunno...something.”
“She really can’t be under your skin this bad.” said Coach.
“She’s not, it's just--gah-- I don’t trust her. She’s been on this serious revenge kick ever since…”
Jenny stopped herself.
“Since…” Coach prodded.
“Nothing…”
An awkward silence. Coach, paused at the spot and cocking an eyebrow down at his blonde vixen. She crossed her arms nervously, her gorgeous face dropping off to the side like a sheepish teenage girl.
“Hmm...alright, don’t tell me then.”
Just then, Ivana’s voice could be heard from outside.
“Oh, dang it. Coach dear, could you come out here and give us a hand with this?”
Jenny looked up, peered at Coach with a fiery desperation. He looked back at her, knowing that look. When she really wanted him to do something, she gave him this look. It wasn’t a beg, and it wasn’t a command, it was something in-between. And Coach Black knew only one response to this steely ‘come-hither’ glare…
“Comin, Ivy!”
His brown eyes didn’t take themselves away from Jenny’s blue ones. He watched as her brows furrowed into a angry crease. She hated how pig-headed he was, and could show this with but a single expression.
“Its nothin, right?” mocked Coach. “Nothin went down, so it won’t mean nothin if I help her with the grill.”
“You…” Jenny began. “Are SUCH a bastard.”
As Coach pressed his way from Jenny’s cornered space, he smiled at her.
“That I am...and yet, I’ll still wearin that pussy out on a regular basis. Go figure.”
With that, Coach exited the house and entered the backyard. Jenny could have screamed bloody murder at how she was losing control of the situation. Her heart sank a bit to see Coach turn from her like that, obviously intrigued to see how Ivana's little 'plan' would play out. She wanted to strangle him and stomp Ivana into the concrete. But she couldn’t. She was committed to keeping up appearances., and wouldn’t allow that false dark-haired bitch to make her openly flinch in front of their friends. She suspected this was the purpose behind Ivana invited Sammy, Anya and Bianca. It was a public display and a shield against any reprisal of Jenny’s anger towards the nurse. Jenny gets angry at Ivana for having HER man answer to her commands, she loses. If Ivana can openly flirt with HER man in front of the other girls, she loses. If Ivana decides to host her own little version of their previous book club meeting, and fucks HER man in front of the girls,she loses
It wasn’t a comforting thought in any vane. Jenny steeled herself for what was about to come. She’d have to safeguard her foolhardy Big Black Cock from Ivana’s grubby clutches. This could be done, this would be done. Jenny walked out into the backyard, spying Ivana as she was appraising Coach while he bent over to look at the grill. The blonde and brunette made eye contact. Ivana grinned, her green eyes gleaming in a way that reminded Summers of a serpent aching to strike at any moment.
Alright bitch… thought Jenny. You want to play, let’s play.
And Jenny Summers, her blue eyes suddenly gaining a glint so bright and cheery it bordered on hostile, returned the smile in kind with her own.
...
The next while at the gathering was a tremulous one, unsteady and threatening to buckle under the intensity of both women. Ivana Swallows showed Coach Black her giant sized grill which, for the life of her, she simply couldn’t get to work for some reason. Coach spent some minutes poking and prodding, looking over the titantic metal thing with an impeccable scrutiny. Bianca had stood by for a few minutes to try her hand at fixing the the machine, all the while aware of Ivana’s earlier use of the machine yet neglecting to mention a word of it, to avoid inciting anything negative. Surely, Ivana hadn’t tampered with the thing. It had only looked like shut the device off from where Bianca was standing...surely. After several minutes of Coach’s efforts, which proved fruitless, Bianca went back inside at the behest of Sammy, who said they needed her help in fitting the rest of the meat into the refrigerator. Bianca was silently grateful for the redhead’s interruption, for the tension between Ivana and Jenny loomed thick enough over the backyard that it could cut in the very air.
“George unfortunately isn’t too handy with stuff like this” said Ivana, her body leaned over next to Coach as he kneeled on one knee before the mammoth grill. “Always more of a digital guy than a hands-on man.”
Ivana’s large breasts hung heavy and low, right next to Coach’s shiny bald and immaculately shaped head. Coach hardly made a show of keeping his eyes off the immense twin white mounds at he experimented with the various knobs at the grill’s underside.
“Well…” Coach began, “if it’s one thing I am, it’s hands on.”
“Ha-ha, I don’t disbelieve that, hon.” laughed Ivana, jovial and seductive in a way that the black athletic teacher had never heard before. A tremor ran down his spine and settled somewhere in the sizable bulge in his pants.
“Weren’t you the one who bought this one, Ivy?” came Jenny’s voice, more of a snap than a retort.
Jenny was standing at the direct opposite side of Black, kneeled to the point her glorious white breasts were pressed at almost the exact same point where Ivy’s was. If Coach Black had chosen to turn his head in either direction at that moment, his face would have collided with the white women’s abundance of chest. In truth, it made trying to fix the matter almost impossible.
“Just seems a little silly to me that you’d buy a grill without at least learning how it works.”
Jenny’s frigid tone cut through Ivy’s earlier titer like a red hot knife through butter.
“That’s why we have men, Jenny” replied Ivana flatly. “We let them take care of the heavy lifting and ‘assembly require’, we prepare amazing meals and make the home look beautiful.”
“That’s why we have men, Jenny” replied Ivana flatly. “We let them take care of the heavy lifting and ‘assembly require’, we prepare amazing meals and make the home look beautiful.”
“Heh…” snickered Jenny. “Since when did you become Suzie homemaker? Last time I checked the only way to get you away from work was at gunpoint.”
“True…” said Ivana, coyly and leaning in perhaps a bit closer to Coach than would be deemed appropriate. “I just haven’t had a good reason to play housewife...not til recently.”
“Really…” said Jenny, skepticism dripping fro her tongue.
In turn, Jenny leaned in closer, practically smothering the side of Coach’s face with her body.
“You hear that Coach, Ivy’s up and decided she want to be a Stepford wife all of a sudden. Who’da thunk?”
Coach chuckled. “George is a lucky guy. Havin a wife who can switch from being Doctor House to Laura Petrie on a dime.”
“Ha-ha, oh well thank you Coach, you’re adorable!”
Ivana, in the middle of her compliment (which baffled Jenny and Coach enough to have been uttered) lightly placed a dainty hand on Coach’s solid shoulder. Another tingle sprung from Coach’s head and settled in his manhood. Damn, he thought, this bitch is going for broke. Coach wasn’t fooled by this display of charm from the brunette. He knew Ivana to be as cold as ice and about as cuddly as a rattle-snake. And while he admired her indomitable spirit and iron-clad stubbornness, he wasn’t about to be made into a tool of hers (or Jenny’s for that matter) revenge. He hadn’t spoke it aloud to anyone, not even his brother who was helping Sammy, Anya and Bianca store the meat in the refrigerator while they sorted out the sudden ‘problem’ that had arisen with the grill.
He knew both women’s angle, their little competition, even without being made privy of the details. Just being around the women as long as he had, Black knew the two to be fierce rivals in all things. Since that night in the men’s shower -- a night that would forever remain in the black man’s memory as nothing short of ‘legendary’ -- he’d wondered how long it would take for Ivana Swallows to follow his blonde bombshell’s footsteps.
He knew Ivana to be a stubborn one, rebuffing multiple advances made from the Black man without hesitation. Eventually Black had decided to get creative in the onset of Ivana’s sudden interest in disproving the ‘myth’ about black men having bigger cocks. The plan had consisted of him using a student to get her ‘initiated’ as it were. It went through better than the PE Coach could have hoped, his pride only the slightest bit bruised at not having first crack at Ivana intense well-built body. He knew the competition between the two women would spill over into their pursuit for Big Black Cock. And tonight, any shred of luck being on his side, he would deliver.
...
What.the.FUCK?! Thought Jenny Summers angrily. Why is he flirting back with her?
Jenny, deep down, knew the answer. She might have been blonde, but she was no fool. Coach Black was egging her (them) on. Playing along with Ivana’s blatant and totally uncharacteristic light-hearted flirtation to get a rise out of her. In response, all Jenny could do was counter with her own gesture, her own assertion of ownership of her Big Black Coach.
She immediately slung an arm over his chiseled shoulder, using the motion to shove Ivana’s planted hand aside .
She immediately slung an arm over his chiseled shoulder, using the motion to shove Ivana’s planted hand aside .
“I dunno. Sounds more to me like someone’s trying to handle more than she can Swallow.”
Jenny put heavy emphasis on this last part, almost mocking the busty brunette’s surname. At this, Ivy cocked an irritated brow.
“Well, I guess you’d be the expert on that, Jen.”
A cocked blonde eyebrow rose in kind.
“And what’s that supposed to mean, exactly?” replied Jenny.
“Oh, come now dear, we all know what that means.”
“Come on you two, settle down” said Coach, still bent at the grill and only half attempting to fix the ‘problem’ with the grill.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t think I do. Please explain” said Jenny.
The two women rose from bent positions next to Coach. Their eyes fixed on one another and nothing else. They hadn’t managed to keep the tone civil for twenty minutes. The ferocity and blatantness of Ivy’s advances for Coach had been too irksome to the busty blonde. She’d been so worked up by her having summoned him to their gathering that she hadn’t even reacted to Coach’s brother being there. Despite the fact she had known of Coach’s twin, she typically downplayed the knowledge. She’d garnered enough odd looks from local folks who had noticed the sudden increase in her and Coach’s association.
Going to the mall, her now regular visits to Coach’s side of town. She could only make so many trips to Coach’s favorite barbeque spot before the people in N-Town started to notice. She hadn’t even given Richard a proper hello she’d been so taken aback by Coach’s arrival. It signified all at once Ivana’s intent. Her plan to use her man, HER Coach Black, in the same way Jenny had used Samson to display the wonders of Big Black Cock to the girls weeks prior.
Well, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let her take MY Coach for herself!
Well, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let her take MY Coach for herself!
A daunting task to be sure, for Jenny Summers was well aware of Coach’s inability/refusal to be a one-woman-man, despite her numerous attempts to sway him. No, Coach was an insatiable one, dissatisfied with having just one woman, and equally as defiant as Ivana when it came to being told he couldn’t have something/someone. It made for an extra obstacle; keeping Coach hers AND fighting off duplicitous skanks like Ivana. But she would do, oh by any means, she’d keep Coach hers!
…
“Alright, Just go ahead and ease that sucker right on in here!” said Sammy, half bent-over in the open refrigerator. Richard Black took the giant slab of meat and worked it into the open space of the fridge.
“Hmm, tight fit” said Richard, struggling a bit with deed.
“Yeah, your guys brought more than enough meat” replied Bianca, who stood on the side, watching the redhead and Black twin shove the last of what had been six prime cuts of T-bone steak brought for the bounty into the fridge. It had taken some effort and moving things around “playing a bit of Tetris” as Bianca had described it, but the four had managed to fit the entire thing into the unit.
“Da” agreed Anya, who hadn’t so much helped in the deed as sat idly by and watched the three others work while slowly sipping at her black wine. “You bring enough meat for feedink my entire hometown, it looks.”
When they were done, the small troupe filed back out into the living room...just in time to hear the loud bang of the back door as it smashed open. Anya, Sammy and Bianca jumped with a start, Sammy and Anya actually letting out an audible yelp at the sound of what could only have been a scuffle.
…
Just moments prior to the disturbance inside the Swallows house, Ivana, Coach and Jenny had been standing in front of the grill.
“I dunno what to tell you, Ivy” said Coach. “I can’t see anything really wrong with it.”
“Oh~shoot” replied Ivy, a girlish pout forming on her face. “That’s no good, and after all the trouble you went through to bring all that meat.”
There was a funny twang in the word ‘meat’. A low, silky croon that hinted of suggestion rather than fact from the shapely brunette. Jenny -- who had been standing close to Coach’s back the whole time, safeguarding him from Ivana in as best a way she could.
“Well...” Coach began, knowing the gesture and ignoring how close Ivana had come to him in the process. In any other situation it would have been considered ‘an invasion of personal space.’
“I just feel bad, you know? You were doing me a favor and all. And…”
Ivana had sauntered over to Coach, her facial expression turning from coy and playful, to wanton and hungry.
“All that meat you brought us…”
She’d done it again, Jenny noticed. At the utterance of meat was an implication. Ivana was now barely a foot in front of Coach Black, and was closing the distance still with the prolonged silence that followed.
“I could always roll back to my place right quick, grab my grill and head on back.”
A smirk, from both Ivana and Jenny. Jenny, all but pressed against Coach’s muscular back, wrapped an arm around Coach from behind, a mark of ownership and possession around her black stud.
“Oh, Ivy wouldn’t have you go out of your way like that.”
“Wouldn’t be a problem...” replied Coach.
“Well” added Jenny, predicting Black. “If you want, I’m sure Ivy would appreciate the solid you’re doing her. I’ll go with you and hel--”
“Oh, don’t even think about going more out of your way than you already have, Coach.” said Ivana, interrupting Jenny outright and stepping yet another inch closer to Black.
Perfect, Jenny had thought. It would have been the perfect opportunity, if Coach had actually held up that offer of leaving Ivana’s place. That’s all she needed, getting him out of here and away from the little dark haired slut as quickly as possible. Richard would (probably) have to stay behind. That was fine, Ivana (the little bitch) could have Coach’s brother. He was his identical twin after all. She could have him if she wanted to get an idea on what HER man was like. Thats more than what the two-faced slut deserved. She couldn’t have her Coach though, not even, no way. Get him back to his car and fuck his brains out (twice), she thought, and once again for good measure after they got back to his place.
“Besides, you’ve got all this meat here.”
Ivana had said it again, but this time Jenny had noticed something else. A heft in the brunette’s voice. She could feel Coach suddenly tense in her grip. A tiny grunt escaped him that Jenny couldn’t quite place, not at first. Jenny had to look over the tall black man’s shoulder -- spy passed the uncomfortable closeness of Ivana’s position now -- to see what the hell had just happened. Jenny’s blue eyes darted up with shock at the sight.
Ivana’s hand, her olive colored hand, boldly gripping Coach’s crotch! One of her grubby hands were gripped -- hard -- on the front of Coach Black’s pants. Looking down over his shoulder, Jenny could see the brunette had a firm grip on his cock! Clutching it at about the middle of the shaft so that the outline of it bulged from his pants. A huge stretch of meat, semi-hard and straining the fabric in Ivana Swallow’s tanned hand.
“You sure it won’t spoil?” asked Ivana. Her voice abandoning its previous feigned playfulness. In its place came a low, silky tone. It was the pur of lioness’ in heat. It was a voice that made lesser man climax in his pants along with the brunette’s iron grip.
“I…” began Coach, almost as taken aback as Jenny was at how abrupt and straightforward Ivana had suddenly become. This is aggressive even for her, thought Coach. He could feel himself getting hard, his immense cock demanding release from his garments. This sexy dark haired bitch wasn’t playing. She had a firm iron grip on his cock, one that hinted of not letting go. He pulsed in her hand, and in response she smiled evilly. “I think it’ll keep”, he replied.
There was a confidence in Ivana’s green eyes, a boldness that had not yet been broached before in front of her blonde haired rival. And the returning interest from Coach made matters even more serious.
Jenny could have -- wanted to strike her right then and there --. Wanted to hit Coach double for even entertaining this new development.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that, Coach”, replied Ivana. “Don’t doubt an inch of it.”
“What the FUCK are you doing, Ivana?” belted Jenny, her composure breaking first and unable to maintain the facade, not with my man’s Big Black Cock in this skank’s hand! she thought.
“Oh, what’s wrong, Jen?” said Ivana, not taking her eyes off of Coach Black’s.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” Jenny she said, her voice on the cusp of a shout. “Get your grubby hand off Coach’s cock!”
“I think that’s up for Coach to decide whether or not he wants me to let go. Right, Coach?”
Ivana squeezed a bit tighter on the still growing bulge of Coach’s pants. Ivana was loving this. She’d finally, found Jenny’s achilles heel! This was great, watching her blonde rival squirm and lose her cool as she toyed with her black boy toy. Also, as Ivana silently confessed to herself, she was enjoying how Coach was responding to her advances. She could feel him hardening in her grip and Coach could feel fingers aggressively press against the outline of his manhood. It felt good, really good. A proper massage from her fingers. Ivana in turn couldn’t ignore how hard and full Coach felt. Sweet jesus, Ivana thought, her uncanny ability to tell a man’s size going into overdrive. 11.4” and he’s only semi-hard! Ivana’s previous encounter with Big Black Cock had left her a soaked and thoroughly pummeled mess. Imaging the power that Coach was capable of with this thing, seeing how thoroughly obsessive it had left the blonde haired Summers, it made the dark haired nurse curious. Moreso than she had expected.
“I…” Coach stammered, hypnotized a bit by the sudden shift in Ivana’s eyes. The green of them up close were really quite alluring. Very sexy in how deep a gaze she could shoot at a man. He’d never seen Ivana like this and - he had to confess - he liked it. Liked it so much he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to let go, not even for Jenny.
“Ivana!” said Jenny, her voice again threatening to turn into a scream. “Are you serious?”
No answer, Ivana wasn’t even acknowledging her now. She was too busy maintaining eye-contact with Coach, her light kneading had turned into half-strokes of Coach’s big clothed cock.
“I don’t think Jenny likes this” she cooed. But I think I do, Ivana thought. It had surprised even her. She’d planned on doing this in front of the others. Asserting dominance over Jenny by way of Coach. This had to be in front of an audience to work. Coach bringing his brother had been a bit of an unexpected hurdle, but one that hadn’t altogether derailed things. As riled up as she was making Jenny, her forward behavior (quite unexpected for the brunette) had seemed to be a boon.
God, she thought, it’s getting bigger by the second! I can only imagine… Ivana’s thoughts trailed off, a collage of possibilities forming in the brunette’s mind in the moment before Jenny was upon her.
“Get off him!” Jenny suddenly shrieked, her last bit of composure evaporating at the sight of Ivana dry-jerking her man off and -- worse so -- outright ignoring the blonde ire at the act. It was a blur for the most part. Jenny’s toned arms outstretched to Ivana, her hands shoving her sculpted shoulders away from her man. A tuft and waft of blonde hair through the warm night air. Ivy flailing backwards in her heels and pulling Coach with her in the act, her hand still gripping his cock like a life-line.
“Grrrr!” growled the blonde, an almost savage shriek coming from her throat.
“Oh, shi-” cursed Coach Black, suddenly finding himself the centerpiece of the scuffle.
“Hey, hey!” bellowed Coach, regaining his balance in a moment and falling into the stance of separating the two women.
“AAAGH!” wailed Ivana in reply as she -- reluctantly -- let go of Black’s manhood in order to fend off the attacking blonde.
“Get off of me!” she hollered, but her voice was muddled in the mixed shriek of her own.
Coach then acted, not wanting to be struck or pulled by the dick. He stood between both women, blocking them both from access to the other after untangling them.
“Yo, knock that shit off! Hey!” Coach belted.
Upon unclasping the women, Coach used his superior strength to lift the attacking Jenny where she stood. Turning abruptly on his heel and lifting the woman onto his broad shoulder in a smooth single motion. To Black dismay, the now equally angered Ivana had taken that as a sign to attack. She’d motioned up to the retreating pair with a swiftness not at all hinted by her curvaceous and busty frame.
“You bitch!” she wailed, swinging a hand up and grabbing a handful of Jenny’s hair.
The two women growled at each, Ivana’s grip proving strong enough to yank Jenny off of Coach’s shoulder and back onto the ground. The mounting tension between the blonde and brunette had hit its boiling point. The physical attack showing years of built up aggression in but a few seconds.
Coach Black had to spin again on his heel to try and detach Jenny from Ivana. Jenny had wrapped a hand around the Swallows’ woman’s neck and had begun to squeeze.
These crazy white bitches! thought Coach. The 180 degree shift that had occurred was enough to make his head spin. He struggled and attempted to get the frantic women off one another, neither one willing to let go of their opponent. Several times he’d been struck himself trying to pry the busty housewives off each other. In the end he had little choice but to grab them both -- mid-duel -- and carry them both as one chaotic clump of curvy white mass and tote them back towards the house. It was a burden the Black man bore all the way up to the sliding door of the house. He’d managed to open it before the women escaped his grip.
The two women all but tumbled into the house, knocking off a small potted plant that had been positioned on a desk near the backyard door. The sudden sound of the falling item caused a shriek from further in the house, the sound of two women yelping and hollering in physical effort. It would be the first of many such utterances that night in the Swallows house...
…
The brawl had entered the Swallow’s house. Coach Black was -- currently -- unable to separate both women from one another. Blonde and brunette were locked at one another’s shoulders, and hand full of hair in each woman’s hands.
“Holy crap!” came another voice from further inside the room. Richard Black stood betwixt Anya and Sammy.
The raven haired Russian and the ginger gym nut stood frozen in place, their dark and green eyes wide with shock and disbelief at what they were witnessing. The sight of Jenny and Ivana, two ‘best friends’, locked in a scuffle that was beyond hostile. The busty Coxville women looked like two animals trying to rip one another’s heads off.
“GRRRRR, YOU BITCH!” Growled Jenny, her blue eyes aflame at the sight of Ivana.
“GRRRRR, YOU BITCH!” Growled Jenny, her blue eyes aflame at the sight of Ivana.
“AAAAAGH!” came Ivana in reply, an animalistic fervor in her beautiful features making the dark haired nurse frightening to behold.
“HEY! HEY! BREAK IT UP, YOU TWO!” Called Coach, stuck in the battle as he attempted to pry the women off one another from the center, to no avail.
Bianca was the first one to step forward from the shocked stupor.
“IVANA! JENNY!” she called, her tone making her sound like an appalled adult standing before two quarreling children.
The two weren’t swayed by the angered tone of the big blonde. Their death grips only grew tigher on one another as they wildly entered the livingroom. The two went in a chaortic circle, their arms and hands girpped round and latched to one another. A violent tango with Coach Black clumsily trying to fit in the middle.
Anya and Sammy were too stunned to speak, with Richard stepping forward to give aid only at the plead of his twin brother.
“Richard!” called Coach, “don’t just stand there on some spectator shit, nigga! HELP ME!”
The younger Black twin hesitated, an index finger raised in protest. “A wise man doth not throw recklessly into quarrels of--”
“NIGGA! HELP ME!” bellowed Coach, his face twisted in a grimace as Ivana’s elbow jutted into his ribs.
With that, Richard forced to act. He motioned forward...only to be immediatlely forced out of the brawl by a shove from Jenny. The force, greater than the Black twin would have expected from the shorter blonde, was enough to throw him off his balance. Caught up in his feet, Richard staggered backward, turning only to catch himself on Anya at the last possible moment. Anya’s own balance went wild, her knees half-buckling with the sudden shift of her heels. In her own spasm to find balance she gripped at Richard with one hand, while the hand she was using to hold her drink shifted forward in a sudden jerk.
“Tchyo za ga`lima!?” < What the fuck!? > belted the Russian beauty, the black wine from her drink spilling forth and meeting the entirety of Richard’s shirt in the next moment.
In the moment that followed, the Russian and the Black man were latched in their own awkward embrace. Richard, attempting to balance himself while keeping Anya from tumbling backwards onto the glass table, gripped Anya tightly round the waist, lifting her several inches into the air and moving her out of the way of his clumsy trek through the living room. The motion got the raven haired beauty out of harm’s reach, but her spasmodic grip on him wasn’t released. Her open hand had frantically found purchase at the ring of beads that had been worn around Richard’s neck. A sudden ‘snap’ sound as Richard swung Anya was followed by a slew of small tapping noises upon the hardwood floor. All the beads falling of their string that once bound them.
"Shit!” cursed Richard.
Bianca, motioning quicker than her thick figure would have belied, acted fast and stepped over the many tiny and spreading obstacles and bravely entered the fray with Coach trying to seperate the still-warring women.
“You two STOP that, this INSTANT!” she yelled, instantly falling into her ‘stern teacher’ voice.
Bianca, fairly bigger than the two women and - as it turned out - significantly stronger, was able to trump Jenny’s grip from Ivana and pry her away from her angered rival.
Richard in turn was able to use that release to pull Ivana off to the far wall of the living room.
“Grrr!” shouted Jenny, “Lem’me go Bianca! I’m gonna break her stupid little neck!”
“Oh, just try it, BITCH!” countered Ivana, struggling for freedom in Coach’s big arms.
Meanwhile, behind them, Sammy had always found herself trapped in the chaos of the scattered beads.
“W-whoa- WHOA!” she belted, her toned arms going in circles as she tried to regain her balance. Anyone who half-knew the clumsy red head, knew this to be a fool’s effort. “Oh SHI-”
The super-fit ginger’s feet came up out from under her. She was in mid-air for but a moment, but to the watching Richard and Anya, that moment could have been an age.
*WHAP!* came the sound as Sammy’s taut bottom hit the hardwood floor.
“OUCH!” she wailed, the clatter of beads still rolling out around the room. “DANG IT, THAT HURT!!!” Shouted Sammy, her voice in such a boom that it finally broke through the chaos to bring order.
All eyes went to Sammy, now sitting on her bottom between the warring groups and the red couch.
“Look at what you two did!” exclaimed Sammy, a rage in her voice that none of the group would have ever recalled hearing before. Sammy sat there for a moment, letting the group soak in her current position. “That fucking HURT!” Sammy repeated.
Despite the lingering rage still seething between Jenny and Ivana, the two women’s brows unfurrowed at the sight of the fallen Sammy.
Richard, after resetting his balance, cautiously walked over to the felled housewife, and started about the delicate process of helping her up from the spreading seas of beads.
“What in the holy HECK'S gotten into you two!?” said Sammy, her voice still uncommonly ferocious despite the sight of her struggling to rise and periodically slipping on an idle rolling bead.
Silence...then…
“Nothing’s wrong with me, Sammy” said Ivana, an unimpressive attempt to rip herself away from Coach and adjust her white vest. Her huge breasts had to be reshifted inside the garment. “This crazy bitch just up and attacked me!”
“Oh, don’t you EVEN!” replied Jenny in a growl. “You know EXACTLY what the hell you were doing, you slut!”
“Slut?moi?! Oh, that’s rich coming from you! You’ve screwed more blacks than a troupe of rap groupies, but I’M the slut?”
“If the stiletto fits, sugar! You’ve been all but dry-humping Coach all night! Like some pitiful little bitch in heat!
“I have NO idea what you’re--”
“Don’t even try to lie, you jealous dark haired--”
“Enough!” came Bianca’s voice, her tone deep and commanding.
The insanely curvaceous turned her figure towards Ivana. “That’s enough!”
“Ivana, cut the act. I’ve been watching you throw yourself at Coach the entire night.” Bianca said, plainly.
A chuckle escaped from Jenny. “Ha! See what did I--”
“And YOU, Jenny!” Bianca continued. “Instead of acting like some idiot teenage girl, maybe you should have taken something like this happening into consideration BEFORE you start bragging about your black boyfriend!”
Silence from both women. Bianca crossed her arms under her immense chest. Yes, she had her own black ‘boyfriend’ in Gerald outside of her marriage...but she wasn’t dumb enough to tell these girls about him.
“And you!” said Bianca, her fierce gaze settling on Coach. “This is what you get for throwing yourself about like a dog!”
“You two, Summer and Swallows, have been sitting on hostility for ages . A part of me is almost glad you two finally had it out tonight, because I don’t think I’d have been able to take much more of you two’s insipid aires!
Richard, Anya and Sammy stood silent on the other end of the living room.
“So, since you two have already went and ruined what was supposed to be a fun evening, whatever the real issue is between you three” Bianca continued, her eyes scanning the trio of Coach Black, Jenny and Ivana, “I suggest you three step aside and -- like ADULTS -- settle it! Before any more damage is done.”
The trio looked at one another, a sign of sheepish embarrassment passing between them.
“Upstairs! While we try to straighten up the WARZONE you three have turned this place into, acting like overgrown children.”
The three of them skulked, their heads actually falling the slightly bit after surveying the damage they’d done. Richard stood with a large dark wet mark on his once pristine shirt. Anya standing with an empty glass, her dark wide with shock. Sammy sitting on the couch removing an idle bead that had somehow wedged itself into her skin-tight pants. And all around them, beads scattered about the room like so many tiny land mines. The wet remains of black wine dripped here and there.
Jenny, Ivana and Coach took that sight as their cue to leave. Ivana looked almost comical walking with her head down - a bitter shame marring her gorgeous features - as she left. It was like Bianca, a guest in the Swallows home, had grounded the three of them. Coach made sure to stand between the blonde and brunette, using himself as a buffer in case the two women attempted to have at each other again.
“I don’t want to see you three until you’ve hashed all this out and made peace!” Bianca added as the Black man, the blonde and the brunette ascended the steps that would lead them to the master bedroom.
When the trio had finally left the room, Bianca, Richard, Anya and Sammy went about picking up the numerous beads that had fallen all over the livingroom.
“Are you ok, Sammy?” asked Bianca, concern in her voice at the ginger’s state.
“I’m fine, BB. I was more ticked off than anything else. I’ve had way worse tumbles than that.”
“So sorry about shirt” said Anya to Richard, surveying the dark splotch it now sported.
“Wasn’t your fault” said Richard warmly. “Only makes sense it’d happen to my favorite one, ha-ha!” He laughed, the hint of sorrow in his voice muffled.
“You sure sendink them to the other room smart, BB?” asked Anya, dabbing at Richard’s chest with a cluster of napkins in a feeble attempt to soak up some of the black liquid from his shirt. “Ivy and Jenny lookink like they were about to kill each other.”
“You sure sendink them to the other room smart, BB?” asked Anya, dabbing at Richard’s chest with a cluster of napkins in a feeble attempt to soak up some of the black liquid from his shirt. “Ivy and Jenny lookink like they were about to kill each other.”
“They can do just that for all I care” said Bianca, tersely. Her big bottom was facing the remaining guests as she bent over to carefully pick up more beads as she found them.
With Anya at his chest and the sight of the super-curvy white woman bent over before him, Richard could not help but feel the onset of an erection tug at his senses. His eye then shifted over to Sammy, the super fit redhead, as she collected her own cluster of beads from the flow. Her super tiny shirt had exposed more of her breasts than she had (perhaps) been aware of. The scuffle and fall had excited the tiny gym nut, the hardness of her supple nipples from behind the fabric of her clothing betrayed as such.
“Might be better if you were takink this off, da?” suggested Anya.
“Yeah” agreed Bianca, her back still turned to the other three women. “Just go ahead and toss it into the wash. I doubt it’ll get the stains out, but it’s worth a try to do it before the wine settles in.”
“Yeah, you’re right” agreed Richard.
He took his shirt off, revealing the rippling black muscles of his body to the group with no hesitation. Anya and Sammy’s eyes widened at the sight of the man. Goodness, thought Sammy. He’s as fit as Coach Black. The redhead observed the Black twin’’ chiseled back and scupted shoulders. She’d sized the man up earlier to be ‘in shape’ before. But his baggy shirt had never suggested him being this ‘jacked’. He almost gives my Dwayne a run for his money.
Anya could barely stifle a gasp at the sight of the half-naked black man. Jesus, he’s cut to ribbons, she thought. She marveled at his flawlessly chiseled pecks and stunning six pack, the heft of his deltoids and imaculately defined arms. Ripples upon ripples that looked like they’d been carved of dark stone.
“Goodness, Richard.” said Anya. “Been keepink in shape while travellink, I see.” She giggled at this.
Richard chuckled in response, boyishly. He carried none of the cocky smugness that his brother displayed. Richard took the compliment in a light hearted joviality that Anya - silently - found to be rather adorable. He's cute, she thought. The response carried in the air, for Bianca turned round a moment later after feeling the sudden shift in the room. My word, she thought, appraising the Black man’s body from where she stood. He’s an adonis! Bianca loved muscles. She’d been certainly fine with her black stud Gerald’s big sculpted arms and chest, and where his round doughy gut and thick thighs could be labeled as ‘room for improvement’, his gigantic black cock and meaty testicles acted as more than compensation for the big Valkyrie of a teacher. Richard was what Bianca most regularly thought of (these days at least) as a 'perfect man'.
The group did not yet act on their hidden attraction to one another. The events of the fight had them all riled and their nerves on end. However, all three women were -- by now -- sporting moist pink pussies. Richard Black, now bare chested before a trio of stunning white beauties, could feel the surges in his manhood intensify with every moment the group attempted to ‘simmer down’ and collect themselves.
He'd done his fair share of oggling the white women upon first arriving to the Swallows house. Certainly he'd found them all to be beyond beautful, as was considered 'normal' in his home town of Coxville. He wasn't planning on acting upon his attraction to the ripped redhead Sammy. He'd walked into the house not intending to have at the dark Russian model Anya. And Richard had most certainly noticed, but did not put forth any motion or gesture towards the epic round bottom belonging to Bianca. Richard Black, the gentleman that he was, had not planned on initiating anything intruding or at all physical with these three astonishingly gorgeous housewives...and yet...
...
“Me?! Jealous! Of you!? Ivana half balked.
“Since you were a scrub in high school!” belted Jenny in reply.
“Since you were a scrub in high school!” belted Jenny in reply.
This composed much of the discussion that took place in the bedroom of the Swallows house, after the trio of Coach, Jenny and herself had been ‘commanded’ to enter the room and was ordered not to come out until they’d settled their pent up squabble. Ivana was too riled up by the fight to really fight against the command from the big blond, but in her mind she was still a little confused with how she’d been so compliant to the english teacher’s order. Sent to my room by one of my guests? she thought, almost as if it were some kind of joke.
“And absolutely NOTHING has changed” contiuned Jenny Summers, her hands balled into tight fists that were positioned to shapely hips. Jenny’s massive chest heaved with her speech, her round white mounds puffing up from behind the fabric of her shirt. “
“And absolutely NOTHING has changed” contiuned Jenny Summers, her hands balled into tight fists that were positioned to shapely hips. Jenny’s massive chest heaved with her speech, her round white mounds puffing up from behind the fabric of her shirt. “
You’re still a jealous, spiteful little bitch. Insecure as all outdoors. So you puff your little ego up by acting like a-know-it-all ASS to other people. And when that doesn’t work? You copy them as hard as you can.”
“Copy?” rebuked Ivana from her point in the room. She crossed her taut arms beneath her own impressive mammories, which - thought she wasn’t aware - made the meat of her cleavage prop itself up from the open space of her own garments. “
What in the blue HELL would I EVER want to copy from you? Some dumb-as-shit do nothing bimbo, whose only be able to maintain any shred of social relevance by shoving her tits in the direction of any man or camera? What the FUCK should I be jealous of you about?”
“FUCK YOU, IVANA!”
“NO, FUCK YOU!”
“STOP!” Boomed Coach’s voice. “That ain’t gonna take the convo anywhere.”
“FUCK YOU TOO, BLACK!” Belted Jenny, her angry sneer darting over to Coach. He had been sitting on the edge of on Ivana’s bed, acting thus far as a kind of nominal referee for the verbal joust.
“You only made it worse coming here! All this slut had to do was breath heavy into a phone, and you came running like a frothing dog!”
“Hey! I was just doing a favor. Don’t take your frustrations out on me.”
“Yeah, favor…” balked Ivana.
“Even I can agree with this bimbo on that one Coach. You came because you thought there was some ass in it for you.” Like there wasn’t? thought Coach.
“Ya’ll bitches are trippin.”
“Yeah, sure. I’m tripping” said Jenny, mockingly.
“You don’t do anything without getting something in return, Coach. I know you. What other reason would you have to come all the way down here, carrying enough groceries to feed an african village? The pleasure of Ivana’s company? HA!”
“Screw you!” chimed Ivy in response to the insult.
“It’s a plain as day, mister. You aren’t slick, and ya’ll definitely aren’t clever.”
That last part was aimed at Ivana, who Jenny then took her gaze back to. It was at that moment that Jenny decided to unleash her thus hidden under-stroke.
“It’s not like she’s a better fuck than me anyway. I don’t even know what you’d waste your time.” Ivana’s brows furrowed at this. Her face twisted into a scowl that both intensified and accentuated her tanned white features.
“Oh, get the hell over yourself, Summers!” Ivana retorted.
“If Coach was trying so hard to fuck me, it’s because he obviously isn’t having his needs fulfilled by some basic blond.” It was then Jenny’s turn to scowl.
“Yeah, because you’re a goddamn sex expert. Cold fish like you can just up and tell what it takes to satisfy a man, let alone a BLACK man.”
“And you think because you’ve sucked and fucked a couple black guys that all of a sudden you’re the goddamn queen of the world.”
“No” replied, Jenny, “just still better than you…” There was something in that reply, ‘still better than you’, and the smirk that crossed the blond bombshell’s face that served as the last straw for Ivana.
All the years of looking down her nose at the angry nurse, all the years of unwarranted praise to the blond, paired with her own lack of acknowledgment of her own accomplishments. It just sparked something feral and angry inside of her.
“BITCH!” And Ivana lunged at Jenny. Her arms outstretched to her throat like an angry lioness going in for the kill.
Ivana unleashed a speed that Jenny didn’t see coming, and the blond’s face turn into a O of surprise. Coach was taken aback at how fast the brunette had moved. He was barely able to shoot himself from the edge of the bed and reach the woman before he got a hold of his blond woman.
“Grrr! Let me go, damnit! I’m gonna--” Damn, thought Coach, mo’ speed behind them curves than I would’a guessed. He gripped Ivana by the arm and used his other buff dark brown arm to pull her back at the hips. Ivana kicked and swung wild in order to free herself, but to no avail.
“See!” mocked Jenny. “Jealous. Always has been, always will be.”
“There’s nothin to be jealous of, Summers! I could out-fuck you any day of the week and twice on Sunday. That’s why your nigger boyfriend is here!”
“Hey now!” barked Coach, only just then letting the irate Swallows woman free.
“That’s a broad claim you makin there, Swallows”. He turned Ivana to her and lifted a thick single digit to her face.
“And don’t think you got free reign to call somebody a nigga, just cus you got mo train action that Thomas the Tank Engine!”
Coach’s face suddenly had become stern and serious. He was standing not an inch away from Ivana, and his gaze down at her shorter stature struck her as fierce. He didn’t like that I called him a nigger, she thought, half recoiling from the angered Black man. She’d never seen him angry before. Where she stood, he towered over her. His full body of muscle and mass looking solid and like a menacing ebony statue.
Ivana suddenly felt her pussy getting wet at the thought of all that manly power being unleashed on her. She pondered how Jenny could take such a man regularly. God, he looks like he could break a woman in half, she thought. She began teasing possibilities, and appraising the man’s body as he spoke, not listening to his words. “You listenin to me, Swallows?” was all Ivana caught by the time she was done daydreaming about what resided underneath this tall towering negro’s garments.
“What’s wrong, nigger?” Ivana said again, a purposeful egging on in her tone.
“You afraid you’ll get your dick broken off by a real woman?”
“Shut up, Ivana!” said Jenny, appraoching the pair from the other side of the room.
“How many minutes you think you got in you with me, huh?” Ivana continued.
She didn’t even care if Jenny jumped her from behind. She just wanted to see Coach Black get riled up some more. It was a strange thing that overtook Ivana Swallows in that moment. She couldn’t quite tell or understand why she was suddenly so enamored with Coach Black. She could feel the lips of her pussy quiver at the thought of him being fierce. His flaring nostrils and stiffening posture made her want to keep pushing him. The added bonus of seeing Jenny disquieted by her stiffening her great big black bull was just that, a bonus.
“Bet I could drain that black dick of every drop before this blond bimbo could even strip down to her bare ass.”
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, Swallows.” Said Coach, intrigue tipped at his tongue. “Are you fucking kidding me?” said Jenny. “Ivana couldn’t even come close t-.”
“I almost wanna call your bluff” continued Coach. His smile was open now, and almost as wide as the one which framed Ivana’s face, who had closed the distance between them in but a moment. Jenny’s blue eyes were fixed on Coach Black’s brown ones, who in turn was focused on Ivana Swallow’s fierce green ones. A look of disbelief and the slight stab of pain and jealousy crossed Jenny’s gorgeous features.
Why is he doing this? Jenny thought. that jerk! He’s openly daring her! Ivana had by then been used her right hand to grab a firm hold of Black’s immense bulge hidden in his pants. She squeezed, his huge testicles gripped like two billiard balls in her tanned manicured fingers. Her grip was hard. Hard enough to where the pain of the brunette nurses’ touch almost equaled the amount of pleasure she was giving the Black man. He let a low groan escape his throat, his mouth and jaw tensing but showing no signs of open pain at Swallow’s aggressive display.
“Almost, huh?” said Ivana, a sly wolfish grin forming on her. Ivana didn’t know what had suddenly come over her. Where this open lust had suddenly spawned from. She wanted to put Jenny in her place, yes. That was the main reason she had put this whole plan together. But more than that now, Ivana wanted Black. She realized that whilst holding his full -- still growing manhood - in her firm hand. She wanted the built negro. She’d seen him in the hallways of Coxville High. Had seen the wanting looks he’d shot her while passing her in the corridors. She could feel his gaze scanning up and down her body from behind her after they crossed paths every day, looking up her legs and ass with an almost savage desire. And now, in her own bedroom, she could have him. What’s better, have him right in front of her rival. It was perfect, and it made her pink pussy quiver with delight and anticipation at what Coach Black was capable of.
In that moment, Coach could imagine what the curvy brunette could do with those luscious red colored lips. Black knew her to be a proper freak and a full-on demon when it came to sex. He’d known this even before he’d sent in ZJ Stone, one of this athletes, to seduce the often stern and borderline shrewish school nurse. This new tone in the woman though, this wanton aggression towards him and his Big Black Cock, was fiercer than even he could have imagined. She literally had him by the balls just then, and he couldn’t have been more excited.
He only hoped that Jenny -- his girlfriend in all but name -- would get the hint and return Ivana’s challenge. Coach Black knew Jenny quite well. She presented herself as level-headed and logical, but more than anything he knew her to be an emotional sort. She could read just about any other man, but was a novice when it came to gauging Black’s intent. This fact frustrated her, and would often get her lost in her slew of ‘feelings’. The buff Black man knew this, and all too often would use that his advantage. This, letting Ivana Swallow’s hands knead and clutch his nuts like a vice, was one of those times. He was gonna make Jenny fight for him, and answer Ivana’s challenge in the best way he knew how.
“So,” began Coach, playing along with Ivana. “You gonna get down there, or is this the part where you tell me to cough.” Ivana didn’t say a word to this.
She simply looked behind her, over at Jenny Summers who was still frozen to the spot in the room. Ivana gauged the look of shock and hurt on her face, and found it to be good, before smoothly falling to her knees before the towering Black man.
“Coach…” said Jenny, her voice almost a whimper.
“Fair play, baby” said Coach, cocking his shoulders up so as to infer ‘hey! what’s a nigga to do?’.
Ivana had Black’s pants slid down to his ankles before he could even finish his sentence.
“My gawd!” said Ivana upon getting sight of Black’s cock. It dangled ridiculous between his legs. Strong, dark brown, veiny beyond belief and risen only half way after being released from their garments. Ivana had used her uncanny ability to measure Coach’s cock a 11.3” inches. She had been right, but hadn’t counted on that being his size while only semi-hard.
“So, this is what all the fuss is about.”
Ivana smiled, an evil little smile that was finding the whole ordeal to be sweeter than candy. Revenge at its fullest. She looked up at Coach Black, who was looking down at her with an anticipatory grin. Ivana didn’t wast another second. She slowly tilted her head down, aligning her lips with Coach Black’s knob-like cock-head. She licked her full lips, a lioness ready for her meal. She open her mouth and tilted her head up, allowing Coach Black’s big black cock entry into her sweet maw. Black groaned as the heat and wetness enveloped his dark manhood. Ivana’s lips felt worlds better than they looked, if it was to be believed. She sucked at his head, slowly but hard, pulling at the flesh of his cock with her strong mouth.
By then, Jenny’s face had gone an even paler shade of white. A behind view saw HER man, HER Coach, standing upright and strong before her. She could see the back of Ivana's head slowly motioning up and down, back and forth at HER man, HER Coach's feet. Seeing the back of the brunettes head at waist level to HER Coach, hearing the messy sucking and slurping sounds emit from what Jenny could make out to be a particulary messy and deep blowjob, pained her. It pained the blonde even more to see and hear Coach’s reaction to such a display.
Ivana running her tanned hands up Coach’s muscular thighs, HER man’s thighs, gripping Coach at the cuts of his flawlessly sculpted waist. Seeing her stupid dark hair motion luxurious and shiny as Ivana sucked on HER man’s big black cock. The increasingly wet suckling noises and the occasional *POP* of Ivana as she released Coach’s massive cock head from her mouthy grip. And those low, slutty purring noises Ivana was making all the while. A girl enjoying a big black lolli and who had zero intention to share. It was almost too much for Summers to bear.
“You gonna stand there like a stunned deer?” said Coach, a chuckle beneath his silky voice.
“Or are you gonna get in on this?” With that, Ivana half-turned her head. She was hoping Jenny would be on the cusp of tears by now. Perhaps ready to run out of the room, wailing like a little girl with a skinned knee at how ‘mean-old-Ivy’ stole her nigger boyfriend.
But instead, a different reaction stood before Ivana. She could half-see the blonde blur of Jenny crossing the room. Not to the room’s door to escape the sight of Ivy popping Coach’s cock from her mouth however. No, Jenny’s blur shot right across the room and ended its dash right next to her. At her knees, right next to Ivana and lowered before the big Black man, Jenny Summers took her position at the opposing side of the wet blowjob.
“Can’t you do anything right?” said Jenny, a clear dig at Ivana, who looked perhaps more stunned at the sight than she wished to let on.
“Nobody sucks Coach’s cock better than me. You’re a novice at best.” Ivana had to shift herself over several inches to keep Coach’s dick in her mouth. She was forced to make room for the blonde where she sat, suddenly feeling her space being invaded. It was curious how territorial she’d suddenly found herself with Jenny’s man. Coach’s cock was wedged in her mouth, and then having to lessen her grip for the yellow haired bitch made uneasy, made her angry. Ivana continued suckling at Black’s growing cock-head.
“Mmmhm! Mmmmmhm!” hummed Ivana with Coach’s flesh in her greedy maw. She was making a show of how much she was enjoying it. Ivana added the extra emphasis of taking her hand to Coach’s balls and massaging them as she worked his thick dickhead over.
“Ooooh, Damn…” said Coach, coasting on the brunette’s impressive sucking skills.
It was a warm pocket that his dickhead was being pulled into and eased out of it. It sent tingles up his body letting the ornery nurse bob and slurp on his black pole. This bitch ain’t playin, thought Coach. Her technique was slow but intense. Lingering each inch on his manhood and pulling his flesh like a proper massage. The added grip she maintained on his testicles only enhanced the feat.
“Oh please, this ain’t amateur night” insulted Jenny, belittled the brunette’s work. Jenny then forcefully nudged her way in, placing her face at a higher point on Coach’s big black cock. Her full lips took to his dark shaft like a starving woman to a rich bounty.
“Mmmmhm, mmhm!” mumbled Jenny on Coach’s dick.
It was a gesture of ‘challenge accepted’ to the greedy brunette, who was positioned right next to her. Both women were at their knees before Black, their heads motioning at two different paces on his long and still-growing manhood. Ivana’s slow and intense manner on Coach’s cockhead stood in opposition to Jenny’s fast and wet technique. Jenny lathered Coach’s black cock with spit, while Ivana worked him over at the tip. The brunette could taste droplets of precum seeping from the man, and this impelled her to double-down on him.
Coach found himself all the while swaying on the slew of pleasure both women were giving them. Jenny’s familiar method of getting his long thick cock wet with her spit was a welcome addition to Ivana’s vice-like lips. Damn, these bitches are fighting over my shit, he thought. He looked down to appraise the women’s work. At his left, Jenny was tracing a long wet tail along his stretch of meat with her pink tongue. Ivana had switched up tactics and took to the underside of his still-growing cock. Ivana’s mouth and face was almost half covered by him, and her lips were kissing at all the weakspots of his dick as if she’d been versed at it for years. He looked down at the two white women, who both refused to take their eyes off one another.
You’re not gonna out-suck me, you bitch, thought Jenny.
I’ve got you beat, slut, thought Ivana.
*Slurp! Schlop! Schlp! Sclurp!* The noises from both women’s work intensified.
“Oh, got dayum…” moaned Coach, feeling their labors begin to weaken his knees.
“That’s it Jenny, just like that. You know what daddy likes”. This is response to Jenny ducking her head to Coach’s nutsack and sucking hardily on them.
“Ahh, shit Ivy! That’s the way. Good and hard on that head.” Issued Coach in compliment to Ivana as she went back to his dick head, only now picking up a speedier pace to compete with Jenny.
Both women moved in response to one another, and were egged on by Coach Black compliments and moans. They were thorough and ferocious with their cock-sucking, one not rushing unless the other gained the advantage. It was a competition, and both women -- bent and shifted forward before Black -- were ready for a long, long bout to settle the score. Jesus, thought Ivana, does his cock ever STOP growing.
This, as she felt Black’s manhood stiffen and lengthen yet another inch down her throat. She had barely managed to fit half of his strong dark manhood down her gullet, and already she felt herself reaching her limits. To keep up her pace, she had to start using the built up saliva that was forming in her mouth. She understood why Jenny had done this from the start. Always use spit, was her word of advice way back when. Ivana didn’t want to admit or fall into the blonde’s pattern, but Coach’s big black cock swelling and taking up more space in her mouth left her with no choice. Jenny in turn motioning faster and took more than her fair share of Coach then. She had become bold, trying to nudge Ivana aside several times off of Coach. This would cause a tense moment where neither woman wanted to move. Once, Jenny even went so far as to shove Ivana aside outright with her elbow. This angered the brunette, who in turn nudged her back. The blowjob had to cease in order for Coach to break up what could have easily turned into another fist-fight right there in the bedroom.
“Hey, hey!” he belted at the women. “No elbows, no shovin’.” He warned them like a referie in the middle of a boxing match.
“Ooooh...but ya’ll keep suckin…” And suck the two women did. They’d eased up enough to give room for Jenny to try her hand at sucking Coach’s cock now. She was too familiar with this act, and went at him as though famished for the man.
*Schlop! Schlop* GURK!* came the wet sounded from Jenny. Ivana sat aside the act and watched, kissing the muscles of Coach’s thighs and abs occasionally to remind him who the better of the two was. Jenny’s head bobbed and bucked on Coach, her blonde hair moving and shifting in the air with each wet slurp and schlop.
“Ah, shit…” growled Coach.
“Hmm…” replied Ivana, doing her best to look unimpressed.
“Looks sloppy to me.” My Coach likes it that way, dumb skank, Jenny wanted to say, but allowed the angry furrow of her eyes aimed at the brunette convey the message for her. She didn’t like seeing Ivana at her man’s naked side like that. He’d relinquished his shirt to bear the women his godly physique of pure dark muscle. The sight of him naked always made her wet, and it pissed her off to see Ivana -- bent at his side -- an arm draped around his taut waist. Ivana’s head was at the cut of the man’s abs, and she was laying gentle kissess on it while she begrudginly watche Jenny suck Coach’s massive dick. By now, she’d made it a right slippery mess. Coach Black’s black cock was lathered in Jenny’s spit, which allowed her to motion her head back and forth faster than the eye could fully catch.
*SCHLURP! SCHLOP! SLURP! GURK!* came the sounds. At the deepest part of her throat, Jenny would stop, holding her negro’s dick deep in her. Coach would grip Jenny at the side of her head when she did this, forcing her to hold her position.
“Gaaaah! Yeah baby! Get it all” bellowed Coach. That was Ivana’s cue. She suddenly cut in, her head all at once at the side of Coach’s black cock.
“How underwhelming” said Ivana, before slipping her mouth back onto Coach’s dripping head. The busty nurse leaned in further now, on her hands and knees with her palms planted flat on the carpet of the room.
Like this, Ivy’s head was half turned in order to give the Black man full entry into her open mouth. She slurped and sucked, fierce and fast to challenge Jenny’s prior motions.
“Awww, shit! Yeah Ivy. That’s the way. Almost as good as Jenny.” Encouraged Coach. Ivana looked up at Coach with her deep emerald eyes, her brows furrowed in its staple mean gesture.
Almost?! she thought, before doubling down on that big black pole. Ivana quickened her pace, but added with it one of her her to the base of his monster cock. She shoved as much of the Black man into her mouth as she could take and then a hefty bit more. He was hitting back of her throat, and from it heavy globs of spit issued from her. *GURK! GLURK! SCHLURP!!* Ivana’s noises were loud, echoing in the space of the room.
“Yeah, Yeah!” said Coach. “Just like that! Oooh shit, baby.” Ivana’s angry expression eased only the slightest bit upon seeing how this increased pace pleased him.
“Oh, please.” said Jenny dismissively, before rejoining the blowjob. Both women took to each side of Coach Black after that, Jenny at the left and Ivana at the right. the slurping and hefty sucking sounds intensified as they felt Coach quake and rock on his feet. He looked down to the gorgeous women sucking him down with a ferocity unmatched by any other women he’d ever had. Making the sight even hotter was their eyes looking up at him, fiery and filled with an almost possesed obsession. Both women vying for his seed as their full lips sucked at pulled at his black pole. Things got mean-spirited at one point, when Jenny got to sucking at the Coach's head again.
"Aaah, fuck baby!" growled Coach, loving the Summer woman's technique.
Ivana, taking the display and response as an insult, went on the offensive. She leaned in, nudged Jenny out of the way with her shoulder, and resumed her own attack on the fat black head of meat.
Ivana, taking the display and response as an insult, went on the offensive. She leaned in, nudged Jenny out of the way with her shoulder, and resumed her own attack on the fat black head of meat.
"Mmhm! Mmmm!" mouthed Ivana, making it known she enjoyed serving the towering black man.
Coach Black put his hands to his sides, arms akimbo to watch the grumpy nurse work her mouth on his dick. He looked down at her, appraising her work. Ivana pulled Coach's dick to her side, far right of the fray. She held him with her mouth at the head, her well-shaped jaw stretched and her lips sucking the precum out of him.
"Gaaah, yes!" groaned Coach.
Then, without warning, when Ivana had pulled Coach's cock far enough to the left, Ivana suddenly let go. Coach's hung dark member -- by then having grown to more than twelve meaty inches of dark meat -- swung wild, his heavy pole sling-shot from Ivana's slippery mouth.
*WHA-PAP!* was the thick sound of Coach Black's cock as it smacked Jenny full on in the face. Wet lines of spit followed the swing, trailing from Coach's head to Ivana's mouth, still open in a wide O from her abrupt release.
"Ow!" belted Jenny, half blinded by the glob of saliva that flew into her eyes. Coach's big black cock hit Jenny with enough force to cause her head to turn as though slapped by an open hand.
"Oops!" said Ivana, not even trying to hold back a mischevious giggle at the sight of Jenny being bludgeoned by Black's weighty cock.
"Bitch!" growled Jenny. "You did that on purpose!"
"Sorry bout that, sugar. All that meat just got away from me."
Ivana looked up at Coach, her green eyes twinkling with a sinister glee.
"You know how it goes, a woman gets choked right up suckin a dick this big."
"Why you--" Jenny said, motioning at the brunette, her hands reaching to grab the busty nurse.
"Hey, hey, HEY! STOP!" said Coach, breaking up the start of yet another physical brawl.
"Ivy!" said Coach, standing above the woman with his index finger but an inch in front of her face. "You play nice now."
To that, Ivana grinned, and playfully took Coach's finger into her mouth, sucking on it with her big pretty lips. She went for one wet pass on his finger before releasing it with a slick little *pop!*.
"Hmm, yep...that's about right." she said.
Coach Black looked down at her, somewhat puzzle.
"My husband's cock is about as big as your index finger." Her evil little smile crept back onto her face. Coach's cock stiffened, as both housewives could then see.
"You're bad" said Coach. "You know what we do to bad girls 'round here?"
"Ooooh, do tell" mocked Ivana.
"I'mma show you."
And with that, Coach Black, Ivana Swallows and Jenny Summers took to the bed. ...
Coach Black lazily plopped himself backward onto the queen sized bed in the room. Jenny - without so much as an utterance - shot up to her feet, pulling her shirt over her head and relinquishing it to the floor in but a flash. Her huge breasts bounced slightly as the fabric came loose from her body, freeing her epic round mammaries. Her pink nipples had turned hard buds from excitement at some point sucking at Coach's huge black cock. Ivana, not missing a step when paired with her rival, had undressed only a second or two after the blonde. Her big round tanned breasts coming out of her white vest with equal swiftness and her slightly darker nipples being just as hard from the act.
"That's what I'm talkin about" said Coach in approval.
He appraised the two women's bodies as they slid their skirts down simaltaneously.
The sight of them both naked was a wonder to be sure. Jenny, the paler of the two women, looked just as stunning as the first time PE coach had caught her naked inside the boy's shower. Each curve and bit of muscle not having lost their allure since the first time he'd had her. In fact, she looked even better now somehow. Her arms and the tops of her shoulders were more toned. Her stomach had taken a different, but altogether pleasing shape. Her abs had changed a bit. No longer were they the hint of a six-pack, all in neat rows of three on each side. Now her tummy had shifted into an alluringly curved set of three line that spanned the lowest point of her pelvis and ceased just near where her obliques began. She'd gained a slight bit of weight, but her natural figure had only used it to make her even more curvaceous. Coach would hazard saying Jenny was built more like a 'sista' now than anything else. Jenny's thighs had also increased a bit, and had definitely teetered more into the realm of muscular. All the ample mass had remained, and Coach could recall a garnered strength in her grip whenever he went down on her or felt her legs squeeze him during their bouts. Her breasts looked fuller and more delicious than ever. He'd have dared to even tease the thought of them having even grown even, if that were possible. In short; the sight of Jenny naked still took his breath away and made him hard as diamond.
The sight of them both naked was a wonder to be sure. Jenny, the paler of the two women, looked just as stunning as the first time PE coach had caught her naked inside the boy's shower. Each curve and bit of muscle not having lost their allure since the first time he'd had her. In fact, she looked even better now somehow. Her arms and the tops of her shoulders were more toned. Her stomach had taken a different, but altogether pleasing shape. Her abs had changed a bit. No longer were they the hint of a six-pack, all in neat rows of three on each side. Now her tummy had shifted into an alluringly curved set of three line that spanned the lowest point of her pelvis and ceased just near where her obliques began. She'd gained a slight bit of weight, but her natural figure had only used it to make her even more curvaceous. Coach would hazard saying Jenny was built more like a 'sista' now than anything else. Jenny's thighs had also increased a bit, and had definitely teetered more into the realm of muscular. All the ample mass had remained, and Coach could recall a garnered strength in her grip whenever he went down on her or felt her legs squeeze him during their bouts. Her breasts looked fuller and more delicious than ever. He'd have dared to even tease the thought of them having even grown even, if that were possible. In short; the sight of Jenny naked still took his breath away and made him hard as diamond.
Ivana, the angry brunette, was definitely a contender though. Where Jenny had meaty curves peppered with muscle, Ivana had hard yet muscle spanning the majority of her exceedly shapely body. Coach had never seen Ivana naked, but he'd had her pegged as a woman who stayed in the gym. He was neither disappointed nor proven wrong. Sliding out of her skirt, Coach saw the full and overly toned physique of the woman. Her tanned skin showcased every line, cut and striation of her taut body. Her more than ample breasts -- rivals to Jenny's to be sure -- were huge and luscious to the eye,her nipples darker than Jenny's and equally budded.
Her arms were more sculpted than Jenny's, her shoulders more rounded and her collar bones a tad bit more definite. Her stomach and legs showed more definition than the blonde even. And more than that, Ivana's thighs were a wonder to behold. Smooth and without blemish, with the meaty chops of her innermost parts showcasing an excellent upside triangle of a thigh gap. An adorable sparseness of heart-shaped pubic hair just above her warm pink sex made Coach laugh a bit.
Ivana's belly was flat showed tight but still womanly lines of abs. She was an angry bronze goddess, and the sight of her caused another drop of precum to form on the top of his big black cock, which was by now hard and pointed upward in its full span of more than a foot. From his vantage, he could see both women standing before him, naked and gazing at his tower-like manhood.
Both women looked at Coach hungrily, Ivana not even being able to take her eyes off how Coach's Big Black Cock stood tall and proud before her. Jenny looked at the entirety of the man with a familiar lust that had not waned despite the scores of times they'd had at each other. My god, Ivana thought, pulling her eyes away from Coach's huge dark member only to silently admire the rest of the over-muscled man. In that moment she could - perhaps - understand why Jenny was so obsessed with keeping the Black man all to herself. He's built like a god, she admitted in her mind.
Looking at the both women from his POV; Jenny at the left, Ivana at the right, and his erect black cock standing at attention in the center, Coach Black couldn't hold back a toothy grin. Life was good for Coach Black, and was about to get a whole lot better.The two housewives looked almost synchronized as they rounded the bed and fell upon it from both sides. They crawled on the mattress and sleekly went to Coach's muscular thighs, Jenny resting a hand at Coach's left leg, while Ivana placed a hand at the Black man's chiseled abs as if weighting him down to the bed. They both used their other free hand to hold Coach's towering member at the base. Comically, both women's hands, even with one placed atop the other, didn't even cover half of his dark manhood. They both squeezed him, his veins becoming more prominent and another drop of precum seeping from his cockhead.
"I'd wipe that smirk off your face if I were you, Black", said Jenny. "I'm gonna put it on you like never before."
"Well," interjected Ivana, "you can most certainly have my leftovers after I've finished. Though I'm not sure if he'll even be up for it by the time I'm done with him."
"Please, I'll have him empty before you even get warmed up."
"We'll see about that, bimbo. First one to get him to cum wins."
Coach Black could have been offended at this. These two white suburban women, betting on him and over his body as if he were a piece of property to be owned. Then his gaze fell to both women's round bubble butts as they tilted their heads towards his hefty Black cock. Jenny's lily white mounds and Ivana's plump tanned bottom propping up to close the distance from their mouths to his black meat. All grievances were abruptly forgotten. Jenny's lips touched first, going back to the middle point of Coach's cock and placing her lips on the flesh of him. Ivana had done the same, if a bit higher on his manhood.
"Mmm, you're so hard baby" mumbled Jenny as she ran her full red lips up and down her side of Black's big cock.
"Mmmhm, of course he is" mumbled Ivana from her end, her big lips reaching Coach's cockhead and lapping up the bits of precum with her tongue. "I'm here..."
Jenny tried to muscle her way into having more of Coach's cock, tilting her head further in to take more inches away from Ivana, who had gone to sucking at Black's engorged head.
Jenny tried to muscle her way into having more of Coach's cock, tilting her head further in to take more inches away from Ivana, who had gone to sucking at Black's engorged head.
*Slurp, Schlip* "Mmmm, delicious..." purred Ivana, tasting Coach. "I taste cum...you about to blow for me already, Black?"
"Oh please, *SCHLIP!* replied Jenny. The two women went at him like savages. Each woman wetly vied for superiority over the other with their wet lapse and ravenous suckling. Progress was measured by the amount of moans issued from Black. Black's cock was being passed and fought over by Jenny and Ivana, who spat and sputtered, slobbed and lick every inch of his thick black long piece. The tingles of pleasure continuously shot up and down Coach's senses. More than once, the buff Phys. Ed instructor had to look up at the ceiling and avert his eyes from the sight of the blond and brunette duo as they double-teamed his monster cock.
Looking down at the sight of both women, Jenny's stark blue eyes and Ivana's fierce green ones staring up at him in deep lustful anticipation for his seed. I'm gonna get him to blow, thought Jenny, certain each moan was a sign she was winning. He's gonna cum for me, counter Ivana in her mind while tugging at one of Coach's huge balls. Neither woman was willing to let up, Coach knew this. He'd blow too soon at this rate, and knew he had to change things up in order to last with the pair.
He placed both of his hands at the back of both women's heads, his fingers dug into blonde and brown hair. His hands guided them upwards along his dark shaft, spit and saliva being left behind by both Coxville women's mouths. He guided them up to the tip of his cock, where their lips fought over yet another drop of pre-cum that budded on his urethra. Inadvertantly, both women's tongues touch while vying for the droplet, just as Coach had hoped. It was then he surprised him. While at the summit of his monster cock, Jenny and Ivana were forced to kiss one another, their lips being pressed together by the hands of Black. Both women's eyes went wide in that moment, shocked at the fact they were now kissing one another!
"Ya'll need to kiss and makeup" said Coach, unable to hold back the joke.
Jenny and Ivana half flinched. Neither woman wanted to kiss the other, but in the present condition were caught off guard and were being held to the spot. Their mouth half met at Black's fat head. Then something strange happened. Jenny and Ivana, even if asked, likely wouldn't have been able to explain it if asked. Perhaps it was the sensory confusion of Coach's rich precum on both tongues and lips. Perhaps the confusion of arousal and hatred between Black and one another caused them to -- for a moment -- lose themselves in the fray of foreplay.
Jenny and Ivana half flinched. Neither woman wanted to kiss the other, but in the present condition were caught off guard and were being held to the spot. Their mouth half met at Black's fat head. Then something strange happened. Jenny and Ivana, even if asked, likely wouldn't have been able to explain it if asked. Perhaps it was the sensory confusion of Coach's rich precum on both tongues and lips. Perhaps the confusion of arousal and hatred between Black and one another caused them to -- for a moment -- lose themselves in the fray of foreplay.
Or, perhaps even, something long dormant between the blond and brunette had suddenly bubbled to the surface in that moment. All that was known for certain, was that in the next second Coach Black's cock fell from Jenny and Ivana's lips, leaving only the pair of them kissing. Their full lips were locked on one another and they held it there. For a long moment or two, Jenny and Ivana's lips pressed into one another, Coach's black cock absent between them. The women's eyes closed, aware of what had happened yet -- for some reason -- unwilling to move.
"That's it" muttered Coach, using the women's kiss as a moment to regained his composure.
I-I'm, thought both women in unison, I'm kissing her...why the hell am I kissing her?. The question went unanswered however, and the women's kiss continued. Their nipples hardened, and both Jenny and Ivana were soon lost in the act. Jenny could no longer deny Ivana's beauty, and Ivana - even despite her hatred and jealousy - could not deny Jenny's. Both women, Coxville women of the highest order, were stunning and they were both well aware of this. In the end, Jenny broke first. She reached up a hand to Ivana's neck and held her to the spot. In response, Ivana moved a hand up and let her fingers rest at the ample meat of Jenny's right breast. A sigh escaped both women. A long, shared exhalation of pleasure. Coach took this as sign of good fortune. Rivals though the women may have been, but they were still attracted to one another. Black knew this and cleverly used their sharing of his cock to position them just where he wanted them.
Eventually the two women broke contact, their lips coming apart with a wet snap. They were both dazed from how uncommonly good the moment had been. Jenny had even slid Ivana a bit of tongue, to which Ivana, only a bit more hesitantly, replied in kind with her own.
"Well..." muttered Jenny. "You might be lousy at sucking dick...but you're not a bad kisser, Swallows".
To this, Ivana could only sigh before replying. "Wish the same could be said about you...". The light tremble in Ivana's voiced betrayed her words.
"Awww, now ain't that sweet", teased Black, who had been watching and enjoying the show thus far. "See, I knew ya'll two could be made to get along."
The antagonizing tone of Coach Black brought both women back to their senses. This bout was a competition. They both recalled this. It was a battle to show who was the better woman once and for all. And in that same instant, both women remembered Coach's role in this competition.
The antagonizing tone of Coach Black brought both women back to their senses. This bout was a competition. They both recalled this. It was a battle to show who was the better woman once and for all. And in that same instant, both women remembered Coach's role in this competition.
"Oh, shut up, Black" both women said in unison.
"You just get that nut ready for me" said Jenny, a renewed confidence in her tone. "I'll be pumping it out of you shortly."
"Psh, right!" balked Ivana. "You can lap up the mess after I'm done, Jen. Bitches are good for that."
The two women looked to one another, the fire of rivalry rekindled between them.
"Well" added Black, a wide smile spread across his handsome black features.
"Let's get crackin..."
...
Jenny Summers was summoned first.
"Climb up here, baby" cooed Coach in his smooth chocolately voice. "Show Ivy how good a cowgirl you are."
Jenny's face blushed at the simple command. After prying her lips off the side of Coach's hard and high member, a pearly white and devious smile crossed the woman's gorgeous features. Jenny looked downright devious, climbing upwards towards Coach on the bed and lifting a leg to straddle the man. Ivy had to duck at the last moment, in order to avoid what would have been a kick to the head from the cock-hungry blond.
"Hey,watch it!" belted Ivy, dodging the would-be strike by a mere inch or so.
"Oh, move outta the way" replied Jenny tersely, not taking her eyes off Coach during the entire motion.
From Ivana's view, she could see the statuesque blond's body mount the over-muslced negro. Her back muscles and womanly thickness look emaculate as she straddled the Black man, her ass cheeks towering over the full length of his dark manhood.
"Hope you're ready, sugar." purred Jenny, "you know how good I am."
Coach balked, "Shiiett, who you think trained you? Sho a shit wasn't yo husband."
The two giggled a bit, a knowing chuckle between the two that Ivana couldn't help but feel left out of.
The two giggled a bit, a knowing chuckle between the two that Ivana couldn't help but feel left out of.
"Now, you pay close attention, Swallows. This ain't gonna take long." Jenny spoke, still without looking at Ivana. It was an insulting gesture, one meant to debase and dismiss Ivana by not looking at her while the blond aligned herself on Coach's humongous black cock.
Jenny used a long toned arm to reach around herself. Her lily white hand gripped Coach's throbbing ebony manhood at about the half point. She squeezed slightly, the vascular network of veins along his cock pumping and bulging a bit at she lifted her body an inch or so upward at the knees. Ivana could see another drop or two of pre-cum form at the tip of his cock. A curious thought passed Ivana's mind just then. Have they always fucked without condoms? A question that slightly tugged at the brunette, but was soon pushed aside in favor of watching the curvy blond's hips descend towards Coach Black's chiseled V-cut ones. Jenny's pussy open, bloomed for her black stud as the bulbous head penetrated her pink sex.
"Mmmm-oooh" moaned Jenny as the first few fat inches invaded her.
From below, Coach Black enjoyed the stunning view of the Summer woman's slow plunge onto his huge black cock. Her breasts, hefted heavy and high above him, plopped down the slightest bit as she took him into her.
From below, Coach Black enjoyed the stunning view of the Summer woman's slow plunge onto his huge black cock. Her breasts, hefted heavy and high above him, plopped down the slightest bit as she took him into her.
"Ggggh-yeah" said Black in what sounded like the combination of a grunt and a sigh.
Jenny's warmth enveloped him, her inner muslces flexing in ways that would cause most men to nut within moments. He didn't, but the tingle in the deepest part of his cock teased otherwise.
Inch after thick inch, Jenny slowly worked her tight quim downward. Each inch coaxed a sigh, grunt or moan from the interracial pair. Ivana was left frozen at the sight, speechless even. God, she thought, that's a huge penis. Reaffirming the thought to herself, she wondered if-- no-- when she would be able to take on something so massive. Jenny's smooth motion of descent onto the black bull was impressive, and the look on Black's face from Ivy's vantage looked to be enraptured.
"Dat's it, baby. Get it in, all the way."
"Ooooh, fuck..." cried Jenny, unable to fully hold back the strain of taking something that huge inside of her. It still baffled the blonde how untrained her pussy was in taking black cock.
As much as she'd had in the days following that first epic romp in the boy's shower, Jenny's pussy had the miraculous habit of remaining just as tight as the night she'd taken her husband on their wedding night. Jenny could take a pounding, had taken several since her discovering of Big Black Cock, and yet her hot pink pussy was just as fit as the rest of her body.
"Oooooh, my GAWD!" Jenny then let escape in a moan, her ass cheeks hitting and pressing firm against Coach's muscled thighs with a *PLAP*. She'd taken him, all the way, down to the balls.
Coach and Jenny shared a moment of mutual glee as his giant black pole hit the back of the blond woman's insides. One moment, for Ivana to bask in the mixed hues of brown and white skin collapse onto one another, before the fucking commenced. Secretly, Ivana confessed that the mixing of dark and lily white skin looked rather 'pretty', the contrast catching her green eyes as she looked onward.
*WHAP! BLAP! WHAP! PLAP!* sounds erupted from Jenny's meaty ass cheeks colliding with Coach's muscular thighs, slow and steady at first and gradually picking up speed.
"AH! AH! YES! YES!* accompanied the sounds of sex. "OH! YES! COACH! YES!!" Jenny cried out, shamelessly riding and bucking herself atop Coach Black.
Coach's view showed the stunning sight of Jenny's fit body jumping atop him. Her huge round mounds bouncing majestically. Her tight stomach tensing and relaxing with each pass, her thighs moving up and down atop his long and strong member. Jenny's motions varied from sharp up and down motions, to languid hip gyrations that would see Jenny's white bubble butt pop and bounce atop Coach's thick veiny inches.
"Ah, yeah! Yeah!" Coach encouraged, gripping Jenny at the hips and guiding her up and down. He wanted to feel the fullness of her. Jenny's insides felt like a hot, contradictively wet, pocket of summer on his cock.
And through all this, Ivana looked on, silently amazed at how smoothly the two moved. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen. The brutish, animalistic fucking Ivana had witnessed between Ivana and the West boy was nothing compared to this. If Samson's West's black cock (impressive in her memory as it was) was a baseball bat, then Coach Black's cock was a battering ram. Jenny's hail of moans affirmed this thought. She and Black knew each other's bodies, and vascilated between slow deep strokes to hard unrelenting slams with an almost inhuman fluidity.
"YES! YES! LET! ME! FUCK! IT!" Grunted Jenny, between each loud slam of flesh against flesh.
From below, Coach saw Jenny's beautiful face turn up into a look of raw passion and power. Her upper lip slightly curled as she ground her hips into him and popped her plump ass.
"LEMME! FUCK! THAT! BIG! BLACK! DICK!"
Jenny, unafraid of taking the reigns, placed her hands flat on Coach's chiseled chest. The blonde then sped up her pace, working her hips double-time to stroke and grind harder and deeper.
"Ooooh shit!" belted Coach, his cock feeling the full brunt of the Summer's woman's wet coochie and control. "Dats it right there. Get it, baby!"
And get Jenny did. She bucked and bounced, twerked and shook atop that black piece. Her moans came more freely now, as did Coach's. A pang of worry hit Ivana's bossom and rattled her already wet pussy. The wet white cream that soon began to drip from between their parts made Ivana think -- for one horrible moment -- that the Black man had cum. However, after allowing her eyes a moment to gaze at the sight, realized the milky emissions were actually Jenny's. Dear lord, she's creaming all over him, she thought. The scare instilled Ivana with an urge -- an eagerness even -- to step in and capitalize on how worked up Coach Black was. Jenny had, admittedly, done a good (great) job of warming the black stud up for her. And Ivana planned to use that mounted tension and arousal to her advantage.
"Ok, enough!" Ivana proudly announced.
The brunette nurse thought nothing of motioning in from her point on the bed and -- without care or ceremony -- shoving Jenny off of the now growling negro. Black and Summers were pushed apart with a wet *SCHLIP* sound as his cock floped out of her, slick and shiny with Jenny's fluids.
"No!" cried Jenny, almost in a whine.
"Aww" mocked Ivana, "I interrupt your little orgasm?"
Ivana then mounted Coach, still laying on his back near the head of the bed.
Ivana then mounted Coach, still laying on his back near the head of the bed.
"Damn..." he said, as Ivana climbed aboard, her back towards Black in the onset of a reverse cowgirl position. These bitches ain't playin, he thought to himself again Ivana could wait no longer for her turn, and wanted to look Jenny in the eye. She to see the look of defeat on her face as she caused 'her man', her precious black boyfriend to explode his stock of white cum all her.
"That was cute and all, Jen...but" Ivy had aligned her wet pink pussy with Coach's black cock-head. "The game is getting Black to cum, NOT to watch you jump on top of him like some rap-groupie."
Ivana lowered herself as she trash-talked, and was unprepared for how much of a stretch the feat was.
"Ooohh..Oh wow..." Ivana squeaked, not wanting to show weakness.
"He's a big boy, huh?" Mocked Jenny. "Harder than it looks, huh?"
Hard as a rock, thought Ivana, secretly marveling at Coach's size and stiffness. Sucking his long thick cock was a feat itself, but this--
"Come on now, Ivy" said Coach. "Don't be shy..."
With that, Coach gripped Ivana wide luscious hips, and pull her down -- slowly -- onto a full chocolate inch.
With that, Coach gripped Ivana wide luscious hips, and pull her down -- slowly -- onto a full chocolate inch.
"OOOHN--" belted Ivana, bitting her lip as more of Coach entered her. She couldn't break, not now. She couldn't show weakness in front of that blond bimbo.
"Aww, what's wrong, Ivy? Too much meat for you? Ain't that what you wanted? Ain't that why you brought him here?"
Ivana wanted to cry out, curse, say something in protest against Jenny's insults. Coach Black's bulbous cockhead was prodding and parting her tight pink pussy lips. She couldn't even think of a witty retort, her pussy was being invaded by the biggest cock she'd ever encountered. He's even thicker than that Stone boy, she thought, remembering the pounding she'd taken by the strong dark skinned negro and the two janitors baffoons who'd later joined them. Her skill of calculating the man's size were blurred as he guided her down his expanse of ebony flesh. Black had to focus in order keep from losing himself in how good Ivana felt on the inside. Much like the woman, Ivana Swallow's pussy was fiery and unyielding. Her inner muscles gripped at the skin of his black cock, as if to bar him entry.
"Come on now, Ivy. Let it in...stop fightin..."
"NNNG, FUCK!" Ivana then moaned, unable to keep up her stony fascade.
She then, almost all at once and as though -- finally -- giving up her hard-nosed front, collapse onto Coach's dick with a thunderous *BLAP!*. Her tight pussy squelched at his deep entry into her and insantly she felt herself cum.
She then, almost all at once and as though -- finally -- giving up her hard-nosed front, collapse onto Coach's dick with a thunderous *BLAP!*. Her tight pussy squelched at his deep entry into her and insantly she felt herself cum.
"SWEET JEEZUS!" she cried. Ivana was mounted on Coach, her feet flat on the bed mattress, her hands placed flat on Coach's rock solid abs Then, without rest or hesitation, she began to motion up and down.
Ivana's huge breasts heaved and bounced with her hard motions. *BLAP!* BLAP! BLAP!* was the sound of her tanned buttocks falling hard on manly muscles of ebony.
"YEAH! YEAH!" Encouraged Coach with each successful pass she made on top of him.
"AH! AH! AHHH!" cried out Ivana, unable to stiffle her screams as Coach plunged into the depths of her.
"GOD--DAMN, BLACK!!" she cried out, her pride now shaken by Coach's powerful meaty black cock.
From Jenny's vantage, she could see Ivana's abs firing with each hard landing made atop Coach. The hip-flexers of the bitchy nurse's body looked to be working overtime as she rose and fell, rose and fell atop HER man, HER Coach. It was as vexing as it was arousing to the cock-hungry blond. Watching the brunette's thick and toned body collapse onto Coach's adonis-like frame made more cream form on her hot pussy lips. Jenny didn't even notice how she'd begun to play with herself using two fingers at the sight of Ivana wailing over Black. Ivana's huge tits bounced in concert with her curvy body, the dark nipples having hardened at some point in the descent.
"AH! OH! OH MY--AH! FUCK!" she cried.
"OH! OOOH! YEP! YOU GETTIN FUCKED ALRIGHT! OH!" belted Coach on his back confidently, his ripped arms holding Ivana up just high enough before letting her full weight drop onto him.
The hard fucking had made the bed the three bodies were occupying rock and shake. The large mattress had begun to squeak and the clash of white and black flesh amd echo louder than before. Jenny probed herself gently with her left index and middle finger watch the brunette and negro fuck, while Ivana used her fingers to grip Coach's abs tightly as she pogo-ed on his long black cock. It was filling her up, each drop. Hot thick flesh entering and receeding from her body and making all the nerves of her womanhood fire with pleasure. She was going to cum, and could only feel Coach Black harden as his grip intensified.
"Oh, god! Oh, GOD!" Ivana began to chant, her legs trembling as the shocks of pleasure spread from her pussy, to her thighs, down her legs and back up through the rest of her. "I'm--I'm gonna--"
And before Ivana could finish--
"FU~CK!" she bellowed, a deep groan as her body let loose a powerful orgasm. She rocked atop Coach Black's cock, her head tilted back as her liquids let loose.
It came as a surprise to Ivana when, to her surprise, she felt Coach's hands move from her hips to her outstretched arms, buckling her hands to spot of his abs.
It came as a surprise to Ivana when, to her surprise, she felt Coach's hands move from her hips to her outstretched arms, buckling her hands to spot of his abs.
"Good, real good." said Coach, his tone almost condescending.
Ivana couldn't move, Coach's grip having made it so that she had to maintain her position.
Ivana couldn't move, Coach's grip having made it so that she had to maintain her position.
"Now...lemme fuck you back..."
The words caused Ivana to gulp. Oh my GAWD, she thought. That was the hardest orgasm I ever had..."
It took Ivana an extra moment to process what Coach had just told her, and upon connecting the thought, she gulped again. Wait...fuck me back? A moment of fear, as Ivana realized with a bit of alarm-- she'd be riding Coach the whole time. She'd been the one in control of their fucking, riding Coach at a hard but steady pace. That had caused the brunette to collapse within a couple minutes. How would she fare if the strong black man suddenly took control away from her? And before the thought could truly settle in her brain, she felt Coach Black's long cock receed from inside her, slide out to just the tip of his bulbous head, before hearing the buff Black man utter;
"Ma' turn..." just before plunging himself deep -- balls deep -- into the unprepared brunette.
...
...
Ivana Swallows was caught at a disadvantage. Coach Black had begun throwing himself upwards into on the bed. The bitchy dark haired nurse was still coasting on the first hard orgasm the negro atheletics coach had given her. Nine plus inches of Black's manhood was now pumping in and out of her, a huge dark piston enter her sweet hot cunt.
"You guys hear that?" said Sammy Spitzmen, her head perking up suddenly, like a curious puppy who'd just heard a curious noise.
Downstairs in the Swallows house, Anya, Sammy, Bianca and Richard had just finished bringing the once bead-strewn living room to some semblance of order. Silence...the assembly of Sammy, Bianca and Richard stood still, frozen to the spots they occupied as they listened in a dead silence.
*THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!* A steady sound coming from somewhere in the house, somewhere above.
"Yes...I hear it" replied Bianca, low and with her own ears perked up at the sudden notice of the noise. "What in the world?"
The trio didn't utter a word, merely listened. *THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!* An almost rythmic sound coming from above. A flat, muffled string of clunks and banging noises, meshed with something else. Richard, still shirtless and sitting on the red couch, had his head tilted somewhat trying to identify what and where the noise was coming from.
"Its..." the half-naked black man said, "it's coming from upstairs..."
*THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!* The noises gaining speed and rising in force a bit. Bianca, Sammy and Richard didn't move, didn't breathe in order to better glean the source of this sudden audible rapping. Bianca silently feared that the noises they were hearing was the continuation of Jenny and Ivana's childish fist-fight. Furniture being flung or turned over in the throes of petty rage between the feuding women. Sammy had thought her ears had picked up another sound, something lighter and perhaps carrying a wet quality about it, when--
"OK!!" bellowed Anya in her thick Russian accent.
Anya had just re-entered the living room, returning from the laundry area beyond the kitchen after putting Richard's wine-stained shirt into the washer.
"Don't know if it will doink much help, but I put shirt on hot wa--"
Anya's sudden entrance had caused the ginger gym-rate to jump with a start.
"SHHHH!" came Sammy, Bianca and Richard in unison.
Anya's gorgeous features went from surprise to a furrowed eyebrow and spark of anger,
"Is not polite 'shushing' people. You Americans--"
"Sh! Pipe down, Annie..." said Sammy, her voice a mousy whisper. The super-fit red head didn't take her eyes from the ceiling, the place where she'd deduced the sounds were emitting from.
"What is goink on?" said Anya, her furrowed brow of anger relaxing into a look of confusion.
"You don't hear that?" said Richard, his voice adopting the same low whisper as Sammy from his spot on the couch.
Anya stood, stock still, in her position at the kitchen's open threshold. Her own dark eyes were tilted up now at the ceiling as though looking up at it would clue her in to her companions sudden strange behavior. A moment or two of dead silence went by.
"...I hear nothink..." said Anya.
Another moment of piercing quiet...and then...*THUMP! THWAP! THUMP! THUMP!* just before the added sound of a long-winded,
"OOOH!"
The sudden outburst was muffled, the thick walls of the house acting as a buffer to the commotion. *THUMP! THUMP! THUD! THUMP!*
"AH! AAHHH!"
The vocal belting most definitely came from upstairs. It gave away the position as being one of the bedrooms on the second floor. It was only when the two noises joined to form a audible whole -- and when matched with the now intensified squeaking noise of bed springs-- that Anya, Sammy, Bianca and Richard realized what was taking place mere feet above them.
*THUMP! SQUEAK! THUD! SQUEAK! THUMP! SQUEAK! THUMP!*
"AH! AAAAH! FUCK!"
Anya's O shocked face looked to Sammy, who wore the same expression along with a beet red blush on her cheeks to rival her hair. Bianca, her face instantly flooded with its own shade of red, looked over to Richard on the couch, who bore a wide eyed -- but curiosly expectant -- look on his handsome black features.
"Oh my..." began Bianca, the words cut off at her tongue with another wave of
*THUMP! SQUEAK! THUMP! SQUEAK!* sounds.
"Are...is that..." began Sammy, pointing an index finger up at the ceiling. "Are they...I mean..."
*THUMP! THUD! SQUEAK! THUD! THUMP! SQUEAK!*
"AH! AH! AH! YES! YES! OOOH!"
Clearly, a woman's voice. Moaning and crying out with the influx of loud thuds and thumps. Occassionally the group below would hear a more masculine call respond to the moans.
"YEAH!" a triumphant growl or low grunt would come with the *THUD! THUMP!* sounds.
"OH! AH! JEEZUS!!!"
By then, there was no room for doubt. Bianca, Sammy, Anya and Richard were listening to the sounds of loud -- particularly spirited -- sex, coming from above them. It amazed as well as baffled the group, considering the tension that had been a steady and unwelcome companion for the better part of the evening.
*THUMP! SQUEAK! THUD! THUD!*
"YES! YES! OH GAWD! YES!" came the noise.
"Ivy?" muttered Anya, out loud but to no one in particular.
Another few moments listening to the string of sounds, Ivana's howling moans and Coach's occasionally masculine grunts accompanying the flurry.
Another few moments listening to the string of sounds, Ivana's howling moans and Coach's occasionally masculine grunts accompanying the flurry.
The silence of the group below was almost palpable, and was only broken when Richard -- still seated on the couch -- spoke up.
"Well...that's one way of settling an argument."
"Oh. My. GAWD..." said Sammy, placing a lily white hand to her mouth. It was unsure if this was done by the redhead in order to stifle a shock or laughter.
Anya didn't even try to mask her amusement. The raven haired Russian half threw her head back with laughter. Bianca, though apprehensive to let on that the joke affected her, wasn't able to snuff a slight snort and chuckle at the Black man's humor.
"Da! Not expected, but work just as good."
At this, Richard joined in on the laughter as well. The group carried on this way for a few moments, the soundtrack of thumps and thuds rolling all the while.
At this, Richard joined in on the laughter as well. The group carried on this way for a few moments, the soundtrack of thumps and thuds rolling all the while.
"Really now, I've seen teenagers with more impulse control."
*THUMP! THUD! THUD!*
The steady clamor continued for several long seconds. The rise in moans arched throughout the now silent house as the three women and man below eavesdropped (if that were the applicable word for such loud fucking).
"Well, better this than fightink, da?" Suggested Anya.
Another long pause. *THUD! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUD!*
"AGH, FUCK! YES!"
Another female voice adding to the carnal soundtrack. This one, slightly lower and (perhaps) more animalistic, belonged to Jenny.
"YES, Coach! Give it to me! Gimme that BIG BLACK DICK! GIVE IT!!"
All three women could tell (secretly relate) the pleading wanton moans. And all three women were soon haunted by a familiar itch. As it went,
Sammy was the first to show signs of cracking under the steady noises of hard fucking. It began subtly at first. A slight nervous twitch here. A light tingle there. The redhead's body language hinted of discomfort after she uneasily took a seat in the nearby love seat. It was as if the athletic housewife had suddenly fallen weak, exhausted and had to get off her feet.
Sammy was the first to show signs of cracking under the steady noises of hard fucking. It began subtly at first. A slight nervous twitch here. A light tingle there. The redhead's body language hinted of discomfort after she uneasily took a seat in the nearby love seat. It was as if the athletic housewife had suddenly fallen weak, exhausted and had to get off her feet.
*SQUEAK! THUMP! THUMP! SQUEAK! THUMP!* the pace of what could only have been the headboards of a large bed banging against the wall increased.
My God, Sammy thought. What on earth are they doing up there? She posed to herself, all the while knowing the answer. Her tight pink gash quivered where she sat. She dug her nails into the fabric of the seat to ward off the base urge to touch herself. The hard rapid noises, the hint of what was now transpiring mere feet above, had her -- as the phrase went -- 'hot and bothered."
My God, Sammy thought. What on earth are they doing up there? She posed to herself, all the while knowing the answer. Her tight pink gash quivered where she sat. She dug her nails into the fabric of the seat to ward off the base urge to touch herself. The hard rapid noises, the hint of what was now transpiring mere feet above, had her -- as the phrase went -- 'hot and bothered."
At the same time, Anya felt a similar craving. Phantom feeling and warmth from her crotch. Thus far, the gorgeous imported Russian had stood a statue at the far end of the living room, just between the love seat where Sammy sought refuge and the threshold of the kitchen.
*THUD! SQUEAK! THUMP! THUD! THUD!*
"Oooooh, JEEZUS, COACH!"
"HA! Get her, baby!"
Bozche moi! Thought Anya. Sounds like Coach Black is really giving it to those two. A series of snapshot images of the tall super-fit athletics coach plowing Jenny and Ivana whizzed through Anya's head. From their first meeting she knew Black to be a more than impressive male specimen. Granted, she didn't think much of the man upon their first meeting aside from this. She found him overly flirtatious (in her opinion) far less charming than Jenny had advertised and he himself -- plainly -- believed.
However...
*THUD! SQUEAK THUD! THUMP! SQUEAK*
"OOOoooooh, FU~CK!"
That's not to say the man didn't come with his...talents. Anya's body reacted only a few moments after Sammy.
Bianca Blackwood meanwhile, had beaten both women's lusts by far. From the rise of the thumping, she knew what was transpiring between the trio upstairs. In fact, the notion of the fight turning in a duel of body parts had been one of the earlier possibilities weighed by the big blonde upon her sending the group upstairs. She knew, long before the evening had gone south, that both women were sitting on veiled tension and aggression. Bianca also knew -- her deductive mind at work -- that Ivana's motive for bringing Coach to what was supposed to be an 'all-girl' evening was rooted in payback or challenge to Summers. Bianca wasn't dumb, and moreso she knew Ivana Swallows better than anyone. She never acted without purpose or plan, and bringing the black boyfriend of a girlfriend without anyone's notice? That was Ivana at her most sneaky and sinister.
BB listened, standing just in front of the couch where Richard sat quietly. My word...was all that passed through the insanely curvy woman's mind. She knew Coach to be Jenny's favorite (there had been several black men), but from the thunderous hail of banging headboards and unfiltered groans from above, the tall and thick blonde could form a firmer picture as to why he was ranked as supreme to the cheer coach.
The ordeal going on mere feet above them (Black sounded like he aimed to murder both women with his penis) sparked memories of her own carnal endeavors with her Gerald. Bianca imaged she and Gerald 'G-Spotz' Stylze sounded not too different from the powerful sex she currently eaves on (though Bianca imagined her not sounding quite so crude and wanton as Ivy and Jenny). It made her sweet pink space slick with effeminate juices between her thick milky thighs.
And then, something curious happened. All at once (though the three women would never have known it) a thought passed between the three women in the living room. Hearing the thunderous roars and rappings from above, Anya White, Sammy Spitzmen and Bianca Blackwood all came to the exact same conclusion in their minds;
I'm so horny. I want to get fucked like that...
In unison, the three women realized this. And then, in another curious moment--
In unison, the three women realized this. And then, in another curious moment--
"Ha! Well, sorry about the awkwardness ladies" came Richard from his spot on the couch. It was a nervous laugh that came from the jovial Black man.
All three women; Sammy from the love seat. Anya from the threshold and Bianca before the couch, their eyes turned to him. Him...Richard...Coach Black's brother...Coach Black's twin brother...his chiseled half-naked form still sitting on the red couch. It was decided even before Bianca motioned towards him on the couch.
All three women; Sammy from the love seat. Anya from the threshold and Bianca before the couch, their eyes turned to him. Him...Richard...Coach Black's brother...Coach Black's twin brother...his chiseled half-naked form still sitting on the red couch. It was decided even before Bianca motioned towards him on the couch.
"Richard..." said Bianca, her voice suddenly low and sultry.
"Yes?" replied Richard, looking up from his space on the couch. The blond actually towered over him. Her ocean blue eyes gazing down on him, warmly...but with something new (something devious) in them.
"I think I can speak for all of us girls when I say..." she paused, looking to Sammy and Anya. The redhead and the Russian looked back her, uncertain as to what Bianca was about to say, but all the same ready to follow her lead. "We ree~ally appreciate all the help you've given us today."
"Oh, really?" replied Richard, a twitch in his pants from the switch in Bianca's voice. He'd be silently holding back the surge of want since he'd entered the house. It was difficult, with some many fine white women parading all around him. Not a dud stood among the trio before him, and -- as a black man fit and in his prime -- it was difficult to not react. "Well...it was really no bother. My brother's friends are my friends." He laughed.
Bianca laughed in kind, really giggled.
"I like that" she said, motioning closer to him and plopping herself down on the couch next to him. "Us being friends..."
Bianca was half-turned and facing Richard where he sat, a wide inviting hip cocked upward that Rich couldn't help but marvel at. I've seen sistas less built than her he confessed to himself. Indeed, Blackwood's body had more in common with a black woman than anything else. Her large breasts, slim taut waist, thick muscular thighs and -- most definitely -- her enormous round bottom, stood as proof.
"And I truly hate to impose anything further on you, Richard...but..."
"But?" egged Rich.
"As a friend...I'm wondering if you can do us a favor. A BIG, HUGE favor..."
Richard could feel himself grow stiff at the words 'BIG' and 'HUGE' come from this sexy blonde white woman's full red lips.
Richard could feel himself grow stiff at the words 'BIG' and 'HUGE' come from this sexy blonde white woman's full red lips.
"All that noise going on upstairs. Its...enticing..."
"That it is..." replied Richard.
*THUD! THUD! THUMP!* FUCK ME!
"Enticing, and yet profoundly frustrating."
"I see..." said Richard, letting his mind run with possibility.
*THUMP! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! THUD! THUD!* YEAH!
Thus far, Anya and Sammy had remained quiet, merely watching the scene unfold. It baffled them both how much of a seductress Bianca could come off as, how flirty the conservative blonde teacher could be when she wanted to. Anya had motioned behind Sammy however, and had begun to gently rub the tight redhead's shoulders and neck. She hadn't known why exactly she'd started doing this. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps she was reacted to Sammy's being 'hot and bothered'.
But Sammy's own raised right hand reaching up to carress Anya's smooth arm was an affirmation of the redhead being fine with the gesture. Both women were wet, and somehow they could both sense it between them. Bianca low cadance, sexy and smooth like some sort of female radio host, had only added to their want of release.
"It's rather frustrating, because...well...to briefly explain. Jenny -- as I think you're now aware-- has very...particular tastes when it comes to her men. Your brother in particular has a rather...profound IMPACT on her in meeting said tastes..."
Richard loved Bianca's voice. He knew her to be a teacher by the step-by-step method of her speech. Her 'teacher' voice blended with a low, honey tambour that teased at the pleasure centers of his brain.
*SQUEAK! SQUEAK! THUMP! THUD! THUMP!* YES!
"I can see -- er-- hear that. She and Mrs.Swallows both seem to -- uh -- have particular needs."
*THUD! THUMP! THUMP! SQUEAK! HA-HA, YEAH, FUCK HER!*
"Yes..." said Bianca, her eyes fixed to Richard's now. "And lately, she's been going on at quite some length, raving almost, that her particular tastes are something that we girls --" Bianca waving her index finger at Sammy and Anya -- "would DEEPLY enjoy..."
"Ah, a glowing review as it seems. I'm honored."
"Well, we're certainly open to letting you prove it to us."
"You don't say..."
"It would -- if nothing -- give us something to do...maybe help muffle out all
THAT going on up there.
With 'that' Bianca pointed the same index finger up to the ceiling.
With 'that' Bianca pointed the same index finger up to the ceiling.
"We'd profoundly appreciate it, Richard" Bianca said, her voice airy now. "Wouldn't we, girls?"
"Da" replied Anya, equally breathy and still rubbing Sammy's toned shoulders.
"You bet" added Sammy.
At this, all three women dawned a similar knowing smirk. Green, almond and ocean blue eyes settled on his brown ones and his erection came to life.
"Well, since you asked so nice. How could I say no?" Said Richard, shrugging his shoulders as if all choice had been stripped from him and flashing his winning boyish smile.
"You're a doll..." said Bianca.
And in the next moment that followed, Sammy Spitzmen, Anya White and Bianca Blackwood were upon him.
...
Ivana Swallows was caught at a disadvantage. Coach Black had begun throwing himself upwards into on the bed. The bitchy dark haired nurse was still coasting on the first hard orgasm the negro atheletics coach had given her. Nine plus inches of Black's manhood was now pumping in and out of her, a huge dark piston enter her sweet hot cunt. He'd kept up a hard and steady pace, drawing his hung black member back to the near the tip thrusting it deep -- belly deep -- into Ivana's pussy. The rythmic bucking of the Black man's hips caused the bed to rock and shake, the headboards of the bed banging steadily against the wall. Black was gripping Ivana with one hand at her shapely hip -- his middle and index finger trailing the V cut of her hip flexer-- the other hand cupping the meat of her round shapely ass.
"Oh! AH! AH! OH!" Ivana cried out with each impact. It pleased Coach, kept him rock hard, hearing the hot brunette's once terse and cold attitude crumble under (on top rather) his powerful manhood.
"Yes! YES! GIVE IT TO ME! OH! AH! FUCK ME, BLACK!" Ivana bellowed, her moans blending with spoken encouragement.
Knew this bitch was hungry for black dick, thought Coach, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He'd always imagined what the Swallows woman would be like in bed. Many a time while traversing the halls of Coxville High he envisioned the dark haired woman and her sexual prowess if placed in the right circumstances (with the right nigga, as it turned out). Her round bubble butt shifting from side to side as she proudly (pompously) strode past him in the halls summoned all manner of carnal speculation.
In his imaginings, he'd always pictured Ivana to be a fevered lay. Hard, mean and critical (as was the factory state of the woman) with a hot pussy that bit as much as received. It pleased Coach (made him even grow another half inch it felt to Ivana) to discover that all his imaginings proved not only correct, but physically felt even better than he could dreamed. Ivana's pussy clenched at Coach's long thick cock. When her tight body would lift high enough, her triceps muscles straining as her hand kept their balance on his pecks, he could see how wet she was. His big black cock was slathered in womanly juices. A mesh of clear and creamy liquids basting his manhood. From his spot on the bed he also see Jenny, sitting just beyond him.
The blonde Summers woman was on her belly and laying between his legs. Her immense breasts were wedged up against his muscular thighs and he head was bowed low. Her full red lips were clamped to one of his huge testicles, and the shapely blonde sucked and lapped. No way she's gonna outdo me, chanted Jenny, her head ducked low while Ivana rode HER man, HER Coach.
"Oh, JEEZUS!" cried Ivana, bracing herself as best she could for the relentless barrage.
"Hehe!" Came the light giggle of Jenny Summers from below her, who could look up to see and view the expression of unprepared rapture crossing the grouchy brunette's face.
"Can't handle it, huh bitch?"
It angered Ivana, that haughty look. Every now and again Ivana would look down to marvel at the sight of Coach Black's huge member invade her. Every descent knocked the wind out of her. Made her thick quad muscles scream and her calves work overtime. Upon observing the long and thick piece of flesh pull out of her -- stretching her parts each time -- she'd see Jenny. Jenny, laying there on her belly before the pair of them. Jenny, sucking on Coach's big black balls with no shame. This act -- the nerve of Jenny intruding on HER time with Black -- sparked annoyance in the brunette. But this was but a spark that led to the flame of what followed. Occasionally, Jenny would look up at her with her rich blue eyes. Her nordic azure irises gazing up defiantly at her German-Irish emerald ones. The arrogance in them upon making contact infuriated the brunette. It was as if Jenny was making fun her somehow.
Unspoken, it was as if Jenny -- by her facial expression -- was judging her. All but saying 'you can't handle this big black dick. It's mine, not yours. Your pussy isn't good enough for him. It'll break you any moment now. The Swallows' woman' cries of pleasure only gave credence to this presumed thought. And hearing Jenny giggle act her, her inability to take Coach to the hilt without yelping, made her furious. It caused Ivana to go harder (oddly). The arrogance of the blonde woman inspired Ivana to keep pogooing on the hung black stud. Even while her legs screamed and her pussy creamed uncontrollably. Even though she felt like the Black man was on the verge of breaking her pussy with each thunderous blast from his monster cock, she rode on.
"Ah! OGH! AGH! FUCK!" her bellowing became more gutteral, more animalistic after looking down at Jenny.
Ivana's face went rigid, her pearly white teeth exposed in a gnash as Coach Black pummeled her unprotected gash.
Jenny couldn't top her, she wouldn't. She'd mad sure of it. Ivana threw her body back down onto Coach. Gritting her teeth she forced herself to take every hardy inch of the man.
Jenny couldn't top her, she wouldn't. She'd mad sure of it. Ivana threw her body back down onto Coach. Gritting her teeth she forced herself to take every hardy inch of the man.
*BLAP! SQUEAK! BLAM! CREEK! BLAP! SQUEAK! BLAM! SQUEAK!*
Each slam Ivana's thick ass and Coach's solid hips caused an eruption of wet sound, along with the creak of the bed's foundation and headboards being tested.
"OH, SHIT!" belted Coach. "That's it! That's the way."
"OH, SHIT!" belted Coach. "That's it! That's the way."
"You like that?" grunted Ivana, letting her tight body fall onto him, again and again. "You like that the way I fuck your big black cock?"
Silently, Coach was applauding the Swallows woman's efforts.
"AH! YES! YES!" she continued, Jenny below her continuing with wet kisses on Coach's balls.
Ivana went harder on Coach, letting her wide hips grind into his and letting gravity guide her as she plummeted the span of him. " I'm gonna drain every last drop outta you, nigger!"
"That's what you think, bitch?" replied Coach, throwing the span of himself up into her.
And in that moment, Jenny Summers -- stationed below the ravenous pair -- had to look up in amazement at the brunette. And watching the hot nurse -- her lip curled up in an almost predatory manner as she rode HER Coach -- grew for the first time the slightest bit nervous that Ivana Swallows could (perhaps) just pull it off.
...
In the Swallows' living room, something unexpected was unfolding. Bianca Blackwood's full red lips were pressed firmly to Richard Black's full dark ones. It wasn't certain who initiated the act. From Sammy Spitzmen's spot on the love seat, it looked as if the big blonde had leaned in first towards the chiseled, half-naked Black man. From Anya's standing vantage just behind Sammy at the seat, it looked as though Richard had gone in for the kiss first.
Regardless of who opened the deed, the two were now connected at the lips, deep in lip-lock. Soft, occasional moans escaped Bianca's mouth as opened her maw and shoved her throat down the handsome black traveler's throat. In kind, small grunts of pleasure escaped his throat here and there. If pressed, Bianca wouldn't have been able to explain the 'why' of her actions. One moment she'd been hanging out with her best friends. The next, she'd been breaking up a fight between two of them and -- in a rather unorthodox move -- sent them both to a room as if they were grounded teenage girls. Now, she was pressed against the over-muscled twin brother of the man who triggered much of what had transpired that day. She didn't get it herself, nor did her two companions who sat -- eager to join the foray -- silently nearby. All Blackwood knew was that all the ruckus going on upstairs had made her insanely horny, and that Richard Black; charming, smart, good-looking and not at all conveying himself to be the 'typical' breed of black male found in Coxville, would serve as the perfect means to exorcise that arousal.
I cannot believe I'm doing this, Bianca thought, her tongue prodding itself against Richard's. Sammy and Anya must think I'm mental.
Bianca glanced towards the other girls. To her surprised, the ginger and raven beauties weren't shooting her looks of disgust and shame. No piercing looks of disappointment at her making out with a (black) man outside of her marriage. No, sir. Sammy and Anya looked on at Bianca with something the English teacher read as closer to amazement. Amazement and (perhaps) a budding eagerness. Sammy's full pink lip was curled into an uneasy frown. Not one of someone who was uncomfortable or in pain, but like someone who was being forced to watch, when they in fact wanted to participate. Bianca had seen this look on Sammy in the past. She'd have that same look on her face every time she saw athletes engaging in rigorous feats of strength and agility. Whenever the girls would watch an action movie that showed a particularly impressive stunt or physical feat.
That look, that very same look, was now etched on her gorgeous lily white face. Anya, who still stood behind the ginger, had a more devious look framing her tanned European features. Unlike Sammy, whose glance held more of the adventurous want to join in, Anya's expression looked to be more of hunger than anything else. Her dark almond eyes were fixed at the interracial pair like that of a wolf appraising its prey. It alarmed the Blackwood woman for a moment how intense Anya's gaze was. She'd never seen her look that way. It was as if the sight of her and Richard together had triggered something in the raven haired housewife. Some ferral want to devour.
Goodness, thought Sammy. BB didn't even hesitate to go after Richard.
My my, thought Anya. Richard just went for Bianca without even thinking about it.
And from the two other women's gazes, Bianca was filled with something strange. Not shame or embarrasment. Not the expected hesitance that a married Coxville woman should feel upon cheating on their husband. No, what she felt being watched by the other two women while passionately kissing Richard Black, was a sense of achievement. She was excited. She was glad she could convey this side of herself to the girls (Jenny sure as hell did). And more than that...Bianca wanted more.
She took a hand, the other being at Richard's bare sculpted shoulder, and firmly gripped Richard at the crotch.
"Oh my" Bianca cooed into Richard's mouth, feeling the immense bulge now in her grip. "You hiding an extra slab of meat in your trousers?"
Richard chuckled and broke contact with their kiss to say.
"Nah, I'm just happy to see you."
The pair laughed, and Sammy and Anya joined in in a light titter of giggles as well. This confirmed it for Bianca. Sammy and Anya were fine with this. I know it's not exactly the mature thing to gauge right and wrong by one's peers, she thought. But...She gave Richard's stiff cock a hard squeeze. Even at just semi-erect, the thing was rock solid, thick and felt like it was begging to be released from it's clothed confines. This thing feels too huge to pass up. A low grunt of pleasure escaped Richard.
"Quite a grip you got there, Mrs.Blackwood."
"He-he! Lot's to hold on to, from what I'm feeling" replied Bianca. "Why don't you go ahead and stand on up for me, Mr.Black."
Without a second's hesitation, Richard was on his feet. This wasn't the first time he'd found himself in a position where a fine white woman wanted to get 'more acquianted' with him. His travels found him in the bed chamber, hotel room, van, RV, bathroom, living room, stair case and so forth of many a fine woman. Bianca Blackwood was definite leader among that list (very possibly the best). He knew the routine, and he was more than happy to oblige the stacked and packed white woman.
He stood before Bianca, his bare upper half exposed to the room. Bianca, still seated on the couch, leaned her epic body forward towards him. Her head was even with his hips and her ocean blue eyes never looked away from his brown ones as she gripped the latch of his belt and swiped it free with but a simple flick of her wrist. It was a sexy move she'd used many a time of Jeb whenever they were about to have sex, and rung just as such with the large black man standing in front of her now. A gasp from Sammy, the smallest flinch from Anya as the belt whipped from out of its confines and half cracked at the air just in front of them. She's serious, thought Anya.
Bianca was just about to pull at the zipper of Richard's slacks, when she suddenly stopped, paused just as the index and thumb of her finger gripped the top of his pants. Richard was on the verge of bursting with anticipation. Her head just being in the vicinity of his now throbbing monster cock was maddening.
"What's wrong, cold feet?" asked Rich, the hint of a dare hidden somewhere in his chocolatey voice.
"Annie, Sammy..." Bianca said, not taking her eyes off Rich. "Would you two girls like to get a look at what Mr.Black has for us?"
"Us?" said Sammy, sounding as though surprised Bianca knew she was still in the room.
"Da?" said Anya, speaking on behalf of both women. "Most curious to see what Mr.Black is, how to say? Workink with?"
A chuckle from the Black man.
"Well, well, well..."
And with that, Anya motioned from around the love seat and took a position next to Bianca. Sammy was left abandoned on the seat, an O of shock on her face as she watched her Russian friend leave her side to join the spectacle.
"Sammy? You want to see it too, right?" said Bianca. It surprised the blonde how manipulative she could be if she wanted to. She knew Sammy, not one who ever liked being left out, wouldn't say no. When posing the red head with inclusion or exlusion, the ginger gym rat would always choose the former over the latter.
"W-Well..." she began. She took a moment to appraise the situation. Both Bianca and Anya, positioned on their knees before the supremely jacked brother of Coach Black. From her position, she could see his body clearer than ever before. Every ripple and ridge of muscle on display. His dark skin a showcase of hard work and fitness. She could feel herself getting hot. And -- to add fuel to Sammy's silent fire -- she could spy the outline of what looked to be an enormous penis straining against the interior of Richard's pants. Oh my gawd, she thought. He's like Dwayne...
"Well, shoot..." Sammy then said, the moisture forming between her legs teetered into uncontrollable. "If ya'll are in, I reckon yes."
Jovial and excited smiles formed all around the room. Richard's cock was engorged at the sight of Sammy joining her two friends before him.
"BB, you do the honors" said Sammy.
Bianca was already pulling down on Rich's zipper as she said this. The momentary silence that came from the girls taking their position was filled with the continued *SQUEAK! THUD! SQUEAK! THUMP* and half-muffled moans coming from the room above. In the next moment, there was a light thud of Rich's pants falling to the hardwood floor. A small hail of hungry noises from Blackwood, Spitzmen and White as they appraised the humungous bulge of the Black man's white underwear. It was packed into the fabric of the undergarment as if a snake were hiding there.
"My word" purred Bianca, anticipating along with her girlfriends what would happen next.
Together, Bianca, Sammy and Anya then tugged at the bill of his briefs. The trio pulled down on them, slowly, with an anticipatory glee and wonder worn across their three gorgeous faces. Bit by bit, a long, dark and thick mass of veiny manhood was exposed to their eyes, which widened at the sight of the exposed negro.
"Oh...", cooed Sammy.
"My...", said Anya
"Black...", came Bianca
And then, as if wanting to complete the women's words from above,
"GAAAAWD!"
a voice from the upstairs, Ivana's voice. The sound of headboards banging loudly in what must have been a particularly trying portion of Jenny, Ivy and Coach's fuck-fest. All three women marveled at the sight of Rich, who stood firm and looked down at the women as their heads tilted closer and closer to his big black cock. It hung low and heavy to the man's knees. It was as thick as Bianca's muscular arm and longer than any one of the girl's forearms to be sure. The network of full veins trailing from the tip to base hinted of him only being semi erect before the three women.
...
"You've got to be kidding me!" said Sammy. She sat to the far left of the trio, her green eyes wide with shock.
"Ha-ha" came Bianca, who had motioned to the far right of the knelled group upon Anya's entrance. "You had to register this thing as a deadly weapon during your travels, right?"
"Da" concurred Anya, who kneeled front and center of the collected women.
"They not let you in Russia with such thing."
"What can I say, ladies" said Richard, "The Black men are a healthy breed."
"I'll say..." said Sammy. "I mean, w-what are we even supposed to do with this thing?"
With that, an evil smile crossed Anya's lips.
"Hmm..." the dark haired woman began. "I can think of couple thinks...".
Anya then tilted her head and shoulders low, aligning her full red lips with Rich's bulbous cock-head.
"Ooooh..." said Richard, feeling the Russian woman's pursed lips brushing against the skin of his manhood. "I like where your heads at, Mrs.White."
" < That makes two of us >" Anya replied in Russian, teasing the tip of the man.
"Go for it, Anya." encouraged Bianca from her side.
"Git her done!" added Sammy.
"Mmmmm..." purred Anya, as if hyping herself up for what came next. "Vremya yest..." < Time to eat...>
And with that, Anya White took Richard Black's monster cock into her mouth. A wet slip of her tongue lifting the fat expanse of inches slightly and guiding him into her open maw.
"Ooooh, shit" said Richard with a shakey sigh. Her mouth was smooth, warmand wet. Her tongue, delicate yet precise as a massage.
Anya started slowly at first, working over the tip of Richard's big black cock with her lips and tip of her tongue. It didn't take long for Sammy and Bianca to find an opening to join her. Against all sense, the Coxville women were eager to join their dark haired friend.
"Yum, yum..." whispered Bianca as she went in at the right side of Rich's black cock. She lapped at the meaty size of Rich's big nigger dick with slow wet laps.
"Mmmm, I want his balls" said Sammy, her voice low but enthusiastic. The super-fit red head did just that, as she tilted her head a bit lower than the other girls and took Richard's huge left testicle into her mouth.
A slew of wet sounds rose from below the belt of Richard Black. *SCHLIP* SCHLOP* POP* SCHLURP* SCHILP* SCHLOP*.
Anya (channeling her romp with Alex Brooks) showed no fear speeding up on Richard's humungous knob of a cockhead. She popped his cock it into and out of her mouth, using her full lips to keep his giant piece upright and in place she bobbed her head back and forth with a steady speed. *POP* *SCHLIP* *POP* came the sound of Richard's member wetly going in and out of the Russian's mouth. As Anya went about getting Rich's big end nice and wet, Bianca was using her imaculate tongue to baste the side of his big brown beast of a dong. It's not longer than Brooks, Anya thought. But it's definitely thicker!
"Mmmmm..." was all that came from the big blond, her mind clinging to the task of getting Richard as hard and wet for her and her girls as possible. The three of us should be able to get this humungous thing nice a slippery wet, she thought.
Sammy was struggling to get all of Richard's left testicle in her mouth. She had her lips clamped onto it and was sucking hardily at his sack. I can already tell he's got a huge load sitting in here, she thought. Heck, maybe even two!
And Richard Black stood high and proud above the three women, looking down to appreciate their work. Never had three women this fine on my dick, he thought. I'm gonna have to pull out all the stops tonight, because these bitches are BAD.
If one were to be watching the sight from a seated position on the red couch, all he/she would see would be three gorgeous bodies, their backs to the viewer. All three women bowed low before a tall muscular black man whose face looked to be in rapture, his arms akimbo like a superhero. The backs of three heads; one blonde, one black and one ginger, bobbing and pulling where they knelt. Wet sucking and slurping sounds getting louder and louder in the living room served as the act's soundtrack, along with the occassional grunt from Richard in appreciation of the women's work.
*GURK!* came Anya, suddenly. She'd attempted to go deeper on Richard's huge black dick. Her throat was too tiny for the thick black pole. It stretched her beyond breath and Rich could feel the woman's throat muscles clench and jerk as she gagged on the wet half of his big black cock. She couldn't take him as deep as she wanted. Though the Russian was a skilled cock-sucker -- honing her deepthroating skills at the hands of Brooks -- she wasn't as versed in taking black cocks as thick as Rich. He was entirely too fat for her mouth and she gagged.
"*COUGH! BOZCHE MOI!" she choked, slivers of clear saliva trailing from her mouth where she'd released the Black man.
"Pace yourself, honey" said Bianca, who was now licking at the underside of Richard, similar to Sammy, who was tonguing at her big black ball. "These black men should come with a choking hazard warning."
"*COUGH, Da!" replied Anya.
"I love it though" added Sammy, who had just finished pulling on Richard's left ball and released with a loud *POP*.
" < You're half-horse, Mr. Black" > said Anya, cautiously licking at the drop of pre-cum that was peaking from his engorged dick-head.
It was taking Richard double the amount of effort not to lose himself to the three beauties. They were all skilled at sucking dick (almost as if they'd had experience with black men this size in the past) and each oral feat sent the tingles of what could have been an orgasm shooting up the man's spine. It didn't help matters for Rich to look down at the sight of the action. The trio of Coxville women, all clustered at his crotch, looked absolutely stunning. They were making a meal of his fat and veiny twelve plus inches. A couple times already they'd almost most made him cum on the spot where he stood. The three women all looking up at him wantonly had just the same -- if not a superior -- pleasurable affect as any suck or pop they made on his humungous dick.
Green, almond and ocean blue eyes peering up at him. All three pairs of majestic irises burning with dogged determination as they worked him over. From the center, Anya looked (perhaps) a bit overwhelmed with how thick he was. Her eyes were moist with the onset of choked tears and hinting of fevered lust, but also a bit of acknowledgment that his big black cock was not to be underestimated. She knows she's out of her league, thought Richard, but she's gonna give it her all anyway. She's definitely Russian.
Sammy Spitzmen, the bubbly red head, looked to be the most spirited of the group. Her bright green eyes told him that she was having a blast lapping at his big black balls and licking the left side of his immense black cock. She's built like a pro athlete, he thought. She looks like she can fuck til the cows come home. She's gonna be a handful.
And lastly (perhaps most intensely) was Bianca Blackwood's stark blue eyes. The big blond woman was a force to be reckoned with. Richard knew this upon first glance of tall exceedingly curvaceous woman. Her unwavering glance as she made a trail along one of the more promenant veins of his cock with her tongue told him he'd better be in top form when it came to taking on this big bootied beauty. She'd kill a brotha if he wasn't on his A-game. I'm gonna have to really put it on her.
And just like that Richard Black, in a daunting (yet exciting) realization; he'd need a strategy for taking on these three hot housewives. He wouldn't be able to just brutishly slam-fuck his way to a victory, like how his brother was -- evidently --doing with Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows upstairs. No, sir. Sammy, Anya and Bianca were three unique beasts. And if Richard Black wanted to last/NOT be fucked to death, he'd have to go about pounding out the super-hot trio like a man with a plan.
*SCHURLP!* *SCHLOP!* *POP!*
"Mmmm" moaned all three women in unison, sucking, slurping and pulling on their respective parts.
Richard shuddered as another bolt of pleasure shot from his cock to back and up to his shoulders.
God, give me strength...
...
"AH! AH! AAH--H-HEY!" was the sound that suddenly came from upstairs.
This accompanied by the sudden shuffle of bed sheets and the clatter of the head boards, as Jenny Summers shoved Ivana Swallows off of Coach Black.
"You've embarassed yourself enough, Ivy", said Jenny.
Ivana's huge breasts wobbled as she was forced to leave Coach Black's hips, her arms waved wildly in an attempt to not be pushed off the bed. All twevle plus inches of Coach Black slid from the nurse in a wet *schlip* sound, an airy noise as well from what was an iron clad grip the brunette's pussy had on Coach's big black cock. Upon being free, Black's dark dong stood erect and slathered with Ivana's juices, which Jenny took not a second to lick up with her pink tongue.
"That was pitiful" Jenny mouthed between licks and kisses to Coach's beastly dick. "You came all over him and didn't even get close to wearing him down".
Jenny was insulting Ivana while hardily sucking at Black's fully erect cock. Her blue eyes were fixed on Coach, and she had both hands wrapped around the monstrous thing. Her left hand at the base, while the other gripped him tightly at about the middle point. Jenny's lips stretched and pulled as she bobbed her head up and down. Her lush blond wafted and swooped wildly as she worked HER man, HER Coach, over.
"Oh, bitch please" huffed Ivana. The brunette was slightly out of breath from what had been one of the hardest bouts of fucking she'd ever had in her life. In her mind, she knew if it wasn' for that intense bout of fucking she'd gotten in with ZJ Stone, she'd have buckled under Black's power. Big brute tried to break my pussy, she thought, probing herself to make sure her sex was still intact as much out of arousal at the sight of the slutty blond bobbing her head up and down that huge nigger cock. "Another ten seconds and it would have been over."
"Shiiiit, over for who?" interjected Black. "I felt you buckle more than once."
At this, Ivana couldn't help but blush. The rush of sex left her unable to think of an decent response. Coach was (though Ivana wouldn't admit it) beating her at this whole sex thing. She'd been -- at best -- able to hold her own thus far. Watching Jenny hardily suck and lick away her efforts made her angry as much as horny.
"Reverse cowgirl isn't exactly easy", Ivana retorted.
"Psh! That's your excuse" mumbled Jenny while wedging Black's cock into the corner of her mouth.
From Ivana's angle on the bed it looked like Summers was trying to brush her teeth with the huge dark penis.
"Oh shut up, Summers! I'd like to see you tr--'
And before Ivana could even finish the sentence, Jenny Summers was atop Coach Black, readying herself for the same position of reverse cowgirl.
"Lemme show you how it's done, Ivy."
Upon being positioned, Jenny aligned her parts with Coach's, his fat cockhead just at the entrance of her warm pink slit. Without another word, Jenny dropped herself onto Coach's lap.
*WHAP!!* A forceful, almost mean-spirited, collapse onto the buff black man.
"AAAGH!" she howled, her golden hair flipping with the sudden arch of her back and backwards tilt of her head.
"OOOF!" came Coach, as if the wind had been knocked out of him. "Damnit woman!"
Jenny said nothing, working herself into a grove atop HER Coach. Take that, you big jerk! Jenny thought. That'll teach you to give this big black dick to anyone but me.
Jenny was a monster in reverse cowgirl. When she wasn't jumping on top of Coach Black, she was rocking and grinding her hips onto him. Several times she paused in order to enjoy the small tingle of orgasm that overcame her womanhood (much to Coach Black's gratitude). He held Jenny up from two points -- one hand at the small of her back, the other gripping her at the muscular curve of her shoulder -- and half-pumped upwards into her.
"OH! AH! OH! YES! YES! AH!" Jenny belted at the end of each hard pass on HER
Jenny's hips motioned skillfully on the Black man, every inch of his big black cock being burried to the hilt.
"OOOH SHIT, baby" grunted Coach, keeping his composure (but only just). She ain't fuckin around, he thought. Coach knew the Summers woman, inside and out (literally). Her mood heavily affected the way she fucked. When she was feeling romantic, 'trying to make love' as Coach said it, the stunning blonde would favor slow, deep motions. When the woman was feeling aggressive, 'wantin to get her back knocked out' as Coach called, she instead favored hard and fast motions. This though--
*WHAP! WHAM! BLAP! BLAP!* was Jenny Summers fucking angry. She was taking her frustrations out on his big black dick, something that Coach hadn't experienced with quite such ferocity. Jenny was fucking like she had something to prove.
*BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!* as her milky hips crashed down onto him, a curvy battering ram. His humungous piece disappearing and reappearing into and from the pinkness of her sex.
"AH! YES! YES! FUCK YEAH! SEE THAT, BITCH!?" said Jenny, never once taking her eyes off Ivana, who was sitting just at the foot of the bed. "THIS! IS! HOW! YOU! DO IT! AHHH!"
Ivana balked, turning her nose up at the woman, but never taking her eyes away from the core of their fucking.
"Yeah...throwing yourself on him like a bitch in heat. Real impressive, Summers."
"Oh! AH! Don't be a sore loser, Ivy. AH! Sure you'll get the hang of--AH--it...someday...AH! AH!"
The smugness of the blond caused Ivy's blood to boil. Silently Ivana Swallows was burning with rage and lust. Jenny was indeed doing an incredible job at riding Black huge cock. The wetness from the bitchy brunette's pussy betrayed her in telling this. Jenny grinded and bucked and hollered like no tomorrow, while Coach Black looked to be holding on for dear life onto the blond. You'd better not cum yet, you big-dick bastard, thought Ivana. Her frustration wrestled with her arousal. She wanted to get back on top of Coach. Wanted more of the man. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but the sensation of having the Black man in her was amazing. Jenny's interruption left her feeling empty somehow.
"You go right ahead and tucker yourself out, Summers. Work up ol'Coach for me until I get that nut he's holding for me."
"YOU! FUCKING! WISH! BITCH!" said Jenny, each word punctuated with a loud *WHAP!* as she threw herself down onto the big brud.
From Coach's vantage, the back of Jenny's toned shoulders, back, arms and round bubble butt were obscurred somewhat by the cascade of her blond hair. She'd had her hands placed flat on his pecks and was using them to balance her ferocious elevated assault. His balls had been in a near constant tingle of orgasm upon the woman's forced rise. He'd gotten good at holding back orgasms. Sex with a Coxville woman was a test that pushed even the most virile of men to their carnal limits. As good as they looked, you could bet your last bit of coin they could fuck twice as good and thrice as hard.
Jenny Summers was proving this for fact, as she threw her weight down on him. And from below, he could see just ahead that Ivana Swallows had that look in her eye. The look that screamed for more of him, as well as a threat of punishment should he cum under Jenny's barrage. Coach knew he was gonna have to take the reigns if he was going to last against these two...he just had to figure out at way to get Jenny off him first...
...
In the Swallows' living room, Bianca, Sammy and Anya were on their knees before Richard Black. Their heads huddled at his crotch in the act of devouring the man's big black pole.
*SCHLOP! SCHULRP! SCHLOP! POP! SMOK* came the sound of all three women at their respective places. From the center, Anya was pushing herself on Richard's shaft, his meaty black rod pushing further into the depth of her sweet maw. Goodness, Anya thought as her throat bloomed in effort to accommodate the charming negro, he's thicker than Brooks! This half struck the raven haired beauty as impossible.
The elusive Mr. Brooks had proven himself to her as the single largest man she'd ever seen up close. His cock still echoed in her thoughts as being the most daunting thing she'd ever sucked or fucked. Richard Black, though his full twelve inch nigger cock still struck her as impressive, wasn't as long as her Brooks. Alas, Richard's challenge to the Russian (or would come) in the form of his immense girth. The Chernoderivan hottie struggled and gagged trying to keep the hung traveller down. His cock forced her throat to open up in ways she'd never even imagined. Anya, though she gave a hard stalwart effort, bubbles of almost soapy looking spit forming around her mouth and Richard's veiny member--
*GURK!*
The Russian lurched, her shoulders shrugging as her body refused to admit more of the Black man.
“ < Dear GOD! > choked Anya in Russian, taking in what could have been her first real breath of air in some moments. “ < You could kill a girl with big mean cock. >”
“ < Only if they want me to > “ replied Black.
Bianca and Sammy had been continuing at their own sections this entire time. Sammy had been smacking and smocking on Black’s huge ball, eager to have her turn on the buff Black man’s meaty pole. Bianca had been licking and lapping at what the Russian could not seize with her own mouth. Both the blond and redhead had been hard at work, a slew of low moans and purring noises as they worked him over. Taking the initiative, Bianca leaned forward and latched her full lips to the head of Richard’s bulbous cock-head.
“You have to pace yourself, Anya” Bianca reminded the dark haired woman.
“A definite A for effort though” added Richard. Anya White’s eagerness to please was incredible. Though clearly overwhelmed by his coke-can sized cock, the Russian babe went at it like a woman possessed. The look in her eyes hinted of her wanting another go, but Blackwood had already gotten to working her full lips around the thicker inches of the man.
Unlike Anya, Bianca Blackwood had experience with big thick black cocks. Her student, often times adversary and -- more recently -- occasional fuck buddy Gerald ‘G Spotz’ Styles possessed such a member. He’d used it to break the tall curvaceous blond in full (in her classroom no less). The experience left Bianca winded and worn out, but more experienced in taking on thicker black men. Bianca wordlessly went at Richard’s hung piece. Her full red lips pulled him in, bit by bit, and held him in her wondrously warm maw. He’s got a fat cock just like Gerald, thought Bianca, looking up at Richard with her hypnotic blue eyes. Anya watched in awe as Bianca wetly went at the huge black cock, daring to pick up speed only when she’d lathered the veiny thing up with enough spit.
Richard moaned with approval as BB went deeper and deeper on him, Sammy backing her up with a nice hard tug on his big balls.
“Oh my, Mrs. Blackwood” cooed Richard. The blonde was lapping at the underside of the base of his cock, her throat opening to take more and more of him.
“Goodness, BB!” said Anya, amazed at how deep the blond was taking Black. “What are you, part snake, woman?”
Anya was then holding Bianca by a tuft of her silky blond hair, mostly holding the golden strands out of the woman’s face while she went about her wet work, but also because Anya wanted to force her friend to go deeper. Richard could feel the moist back of Blackwood’s throat, her tongue massaging his underside. My god, he thought, she’s a pro! Deeper and deeper Bianca went, small wet laps and the bobbing of her head accompanying a deeper trek on his cock.
*SCHLURP! SCHLURP! SCHLURP!* came the loud noises from Blackwood. She gradually picked up speed, her blond hair swooping to and fro with the bobbing of her head.
“Mmmm, go BB, go!” muttered Sammy from underneath.
“Da, da, get it, BB!” encouraged Bianca.
Blackwood felt more of herself open up as she broached the halfway point of Richard’s big black cock. From her vantage it looked like an impossible feat, but the vocal boost from her friends, the moaning of Richard and the quivering of her own womanhood kept her going. Richard was coasting on multiple waves of pleasure. Both the redhead at his balls and the big-bootied blond at his shaft were sending steady tingles up and down his spine. Bianca Blackwood got more than half of Richard down her gullet, when her shoulders finally hunched and her throat barred the Black man further access. Bianca released the long thick stretch of meat with a hardy bellow.
*GLURK!* followed by a wet release of thick saliva.
“Whoa!” said Anya, who saw the massive thing flop from her mouth, wetter and harder than before. Thick ropes of spit kept man and woman connected. Bianca took a deep breath, that then turned into a winded but amused chuckle.
“Oh...my...GAWD!” said Bianca. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me with this thing.”
“No joke here, Mrs. Blackwood” replied Richard, his hands at his chiseled hips and his smile as inviting as ever.
“My turn!” came Sammy then. And without another word, she took Richard into her eager mouth.
Unlike the other women, Sammy Spitzmen wasn’t caught up in the challenge of trying to take Richard as deep as she could. Instead, she went for the safe yet speedy route of sucking hard and fast at the first five or so inches of the Black mouth.
“Mmmhmhmhm!” the super-fit ginger mouthed and hummed on the slippery wet knob of his cock and an even bit further. Her ginger hair swooped rapidly on the fat nigger cock.
“Look at her go!” said Anya, watching Sammy as she went to licking the exposed side of Richard.
From Sammy’s position , she pulled Richard’s fat nigger cock far to the left, leaving his meaty balls exposed to the blond and raven haired hotties. Not missing a beat or cue, Bianca and Anya took to him once again.
“Mmmmm…” came Bianca, her breath low, sultry and as if she’d just found something sweet to eat. “Low hanging fruit”. And with that, Bianca dipped her head down and took one of Richard’s huge grapefruit sized nuts into her sexy mouth.
Anya had simaltaneously gone for the base of Richard’s pole, giving it wet kisses and licking at every inch that the excited ginger could not get. Sammy’s head had almost become a blur she was going so fast. Damn, Richard thought, she’s going a mile a minute on it! What Sammy lacked in deepthroating skills, she made up for in raw speed and enthusiasm.
It’s so BIG, Sammy thought, her tight mouth speed-sucking at the first six inches. She could feel her pink nipples budding beneath the thin layer of her workout shirt, which was quickly becoming more and more saturated with her own bubbly spit. She looked up at Richard and his rippling abs and she couldn’t help but feel excited. He’s so buff, too! If it wasn’t a big black cock that got Sammy Spitzmen hot to trot, it was a tight and toned physique. Sammy felt her tiny pink pussy dripping with her juices. She’d been able to contain her want for more of the Black man thus far, but given how things had escalated, between watching Anya’s deep and eager sucking and Bianca’s slow yet skilled deepthroating, Sammy wanted to push things even further.
When Richard’s dick finally slipped from Sammy’s mouth, it flopped back to the center of the trio. Bianca -- now in the center of the gathering -- wasted no time getting that fat nigger dick back into her mouth.
“MmmmHmmm” mouthed the sexy blond, almost triumphant in having the Black man back in her maw.
Anya -- now at the right of the three sided blowjob -- went to lapping at whatever inches of the negro had gone untouched. Sammy in turn did a mix of licking and sucking on Richard’s left nut. The sight from Richard’s view was amazing. Didn’t think I’d find myself here when I woke up this morning, the Black twin thought humorously. These three babes were trying to devour him, all sides pulling their weight to keep his big black cock wet by any means.
“Mmmm! So good! Thank you sooo much for comink over, Richard” purred Anya from her side.
“Oh no” Richard replied, “thank you for having me.”
Bianca released Richard’s fat dickhead with a loud *POP!* just long enough to say,
“Not quite the barbeque you were expecting, right?”
“Not by a long shot.”
Sammy lifted her head to kiss at a vascular side of Richard. “Talk about a wiener roast!” She and the other girls giggled at this. Richard let out a chuckle as the three women sucked and slopped and pulled at him.
*SCHLURP! SCHLOP! POP! GURK! SHCLOP! SCHULRP!*
A hail of messy noises and moans of approval from all participants. The women fell into a grove on Richard, one woman picking up the slack whenever another found herself overwhelmed or unable to get at the big black dong properly. It was a three sided attack that would have left most men fallen within minutes. Richard was (barely) hanging on at this point, and knew he’d have to stay on his toes (perhaps literally) to keep him from spraying the women with what he knew was going to be a huge load. He silently hoped -- for the sake of politeness -- that he didn’t drown the three beauties when the time came to come.
...
Looking down at the sight of the women’s work, Richard could barely keep himself together. Three scorching hot babes; a ginger who looked like she belonged on the cover of a Wheaties box, a Russian with inky-black hair who looked like she’d fit right in in a 007 movie, and a tall blonde who (as far as Richard was concerned) was the black man’s ‘unicorn’ of a ‘white women with a black woman’s build’. The sight of the three of them, all at their knees doing their damndest to make a slobbery mess out of his manhood. Their gorgeous eyes all peering up at him with a singular, almost hypnotized obsession, literally made the man weak in the knees.
The collective suck was so good that, almost without knowing it, Richard’s knees buckled.
“Oh, oh shi--” he called, losing his balance and collapsing backwards.
Luckily for the Black man, he was standing right in front of the big red couch. His naked black form hit the couch cushions with a squeak, his knees and legs popping up the slightest bit and his long thick cock flailing wetly between his muscular thighs. The trio of women laughed.
“Timber!” belted red-head Sammy.
“Down he goes!” added Anya, licking her lips of the sample of clear cum-drops she’d managed to suck out of the man.
“The bigger they are, girls, he-he” added Bianca.
And without a wasted breath or beat, the three women pursued, striping their now soiled garments in what could only have been a moment or two. Sammy was bare first, coming free from her tiny workout shirt in only a breath and -- miraculously -- without accident. The ginger gym-rat looked like she’d been a participant in a wet t-shirt contest the small garment was so wet with her and the other girl’s spit. Her ill-fitting pants came off in a flash, exposing the lower half of her flawless athletic body, tight and beyond toned thighs, round posterior and exceptional abdominals to the sitting black man. Anya unbound herself from her dress even quicker, pulling away the thin slips of her blue number down and revealing her immense round EE breasts, taut stomach and hairless pussy to the Black traveller.
Bianca came undone last, her blouse being pulled up and over her head in an instant, revealing the woman to have a remarkably flat a rather toned torso in her own right, the hint of a six-pack lining Blackwood’s tummy. Her black skirt fell away after only a moment of difficulty in freeing her large round bubble butt from her restrictive garments. The last item to go was Blackwood’s bra, which slowly fell away to unveil the big blonde’s gorgeous set of GG breasts, winning the blonde and her nordic ancestry top brass as the most stacked of the trio. They then pursued Richard’s still-high erection of dark veiny wet flesh, all three hot wives falling to their knees and crawling like hungry lionesses across the living room floor. The group didn’t even give him a moment before wetly starting in on him again.
Bianca crouched on all fours at in the center, the large globes of her ass popping provocatively behind her contrastingly taut body. Sammy took to Richard’s left and his swollen round testicle, imagining the huge load the buff black man withheld from them. Black haired Anya was on his right, switching between the right testicle and the thick hard meat of Richard’s base. The Russian lost herself in the act, slobbering and slurping on what her beautiful mouth could grasp. Oh, I could just eat this big delicious black thing up! she thought. She even teased the literal notion by bearing her teeth and letting them sit atop the man’s flesh. The sexy bit of play made the woman look half-feral as drool seeped from her tight sexy mouth.
“Ooooh, looks like girls were hungrier than I thought for some meat” said Richard, watching the entire spectacle like a nubian king on a cushy red thrown.
Blackwood too was losing control silently, even managing to one-up the Russian in the messiness factor and somehow getting a few streaks of spit in her glossy blonde hair.
“Mmm! *SCHLURP!* Mmm! Hmm! Mmm! *GURK!*”
“Mmm! Grrr! Mmmm!”
*SMOCK!*
The trio settled on this attack formation for some time, and used it to give that big black bull cock a three sided suck which had Richard groaning and growling with delight where he sat. The trio never took their eyes off the man, who looked like a giant black king in a red throne. His dangling member hung heavy and long above them, and they were ravenous for every inch.
They shared what they could (when they had to) and loved everything Rich's big nigger cock had to offer, all the while beckoned by the promise of his white seed. Richard couldn’t take his eyes off them.His vantage of the three stunning white women below him only broken by the sight of Blackwood’s huge ass bouncing and jiggling unconsciously behind her as she bobbed her head furiously on his fat dark head. The motions of her sucking caused her rear to buck and shake with the to and fro motion. It made Richard swell simply imaging the act of burying himself to hilt of all that round vanilla cake.
I don't know if I'll ever get over this, thought Bianca, recalling the last time she’d bowed before a giant black pole and how turned on the whole thing had made her.
Then, almost as if reading the woman’s thoughts--
“If you’re having trouble getting all that down your throat, we can try another hole.”
Bianca’s eyes fluttered and lit up. The big blond was on her feet quicker than anyone could make out.
“Oooh, look like BB go first, da?” said Anya, pulling her toothy grip from Richard and motioning away to give her friend room.
Sammy would be the last to move, half prying herself off Rich's big salty chocolate balls.
“Alright, BB, go get it!” Sammy said, encouragingly. She pushed herself up off the floor by placing a palm on Richard’s knee.
The Black man shifted himself, edging his muscular body to the edge of the couch. Bianca approached.
“Turn around” said Richard, “I want to see that big ol’ booty work.”
“Oh, you’re gonna have a front row seat of that, Mr.Black” replied Bianca, her voice low and confident.
The smoothness of her voice made the man stiffen even more. Bianca turned her back to the trio, exposing the epic blend of muscle and curve of her body. Sammy and Anya’s heartbeats quickened as they saw Bianca’s big beautiful body align itself with Richard’s god-sized penis.
“Best seat in house, Richard” joked Anya.
Bianca, gripped Richard at about the halfway point of his big black cock. This next bit she knew all too well. She slowly -- almost achingly so -- descended. Her knees bent, and inch-by dark inch- Richard entered her. Her voice started as a low, calm groan. A single throaty noise as the huge head probed her tight pink lips.
“Ooooooh…” moan Bianca. She’d given birth to two children, and still she didn’t think she’d ever get used to this part. Coming out is one thing, she thought, but putting this THING in--
Her body responded, her lips parting to give Richard’s knobly cockhead access.
“OOOOooooh…” Bianca continued, just feeling the head begin to split her. She’d thanked god silently she didn’t yet feel spread to her max...until she realized she still had far more inches and girth to go on her downward trek.
Richard was already in heaven upon feeling Bianca’s inner heat. His wet dick had been getting devoured by the three women’s warm magically mouths. It had taken the best of him not to explode from the triple-threat. Bianca Blackwood’s pussy alone already forced him to hold back the tingle of an orgasm. Watching the woman’s amazing body descend on him made his balls scream for release.
I’m gonna have to play this real cool, he thought. These three aren’t playin. And if ALL their pussies feel this good--
“OOOOOOoooh” Bianca continued, another few inches disappearing inside her tight pussy.
“Da! Get it, BB!” encouraged Anya. She wanted to take her hands and push down on BB’s immense bottom. Help her body swallow that long dark serpent. However, she suppressed the urge. She could always help her with that later.
Sammy watched in amazement at the sight of more dark inches shifting into her best friend. She’d seen Jenny’s pussy invaded by Samson West as a kind of fluke. Her own bang-out session with Dwayne had felt more surreal than anything else, the pleasure too intense to be real. This though, Bianca gliding down Richard’s big black cock, was happening before her very eyes! She’d always made fun of Bianca for having such a big ass. But soon, she started feeling the pang of jealousy hit her chest. Such a big ass must give BB lots of cushion when getting fucked by cock this big, she thought, just having the revelation for the first time.
“OOOOOOOOOOoooh!” More inches gone. Bianca had taken half the man now and was still going.
“Oh ma gawd…” muttered Richard. His chiseled arms reached up to grab Bianca’s big white wonderful booty. Twin vanilla mounds gobbling up his huge black cock. Only his reach was quelled suddenly.
“Niet!” Barked Anya, a sultry command in the woman’s voice that Richard had hitherto not experienced.
Anya was gripping Richard’s arm, her fingers dug into the curve of his muscular bicep.
“You let her do it!”
“Yeah! Let her do it” said Sammy, mimicking the Russian and following her lead in gripping his other arm by the wrist.
.
“Ooooooh my GAWD!” growled Bianca, hitting a wall in her plummet. “It’s so THICK!”
Bianca upper lip curled up, revealing her white teeth and giving her an almost wolfish appearance. She placed her hands on Richard’s knees, an attempt to balance herself as well as grip something to keep her from crying out.
“Da, keep goink, BB! Almost there.”
Bianca took heart from this, and continued. She pushed herself down, letting her ass and gravity do the bulk of the work.
“Jesus! Jesus! Jeeezus!” she said, muttering the word repeatedly like a little prayer.
Another inch. And another. And another.
“Oh. My. GAWD! How long IS this thing?!”
“Almost, BB!” said Sammy.
“Keep going, baby” added Richard, still confined by the toned arms of the other too women.
Another inch. And another...and then….*plap*. Richard felt the warmth of Bianca from the inside, as well as the fleshy warmth from her ass cheeks, planted firmly on the tops of his thighs and pelvis. If the sensation wasn’t a big enough signal, the result howl of the big blonde woman boomed inside the livingroom.
“OOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!” bellowed Bianca.
Laughing camefrom the other two women, looking at the stilled sight of their best friend sitting in the lap of Richard Black.
“Good girl!” said Richard.
“Oh my god, BB you got it!”
“Heh, not yet she hasn’t. Ride it, baby.”
And with that, Bianca Blackwood got to riding.
...
Coach Black had Jenny Summers turned to her right side. In the throes of her hard riding, he’d found an opening to take control back from the hot blonde. He’d suddenly shifted, tilting with himself still inside her and lifting himself above the woman. Now, Coach towered above her in a variant of missionary position. He had both of Jenny’s long lily white legs slung over his chiseld left shoulder and was plowing her back into submission.
BLAM! BLAP! BLAM! BLAM!
The sound of Coach throwing his hips downward, hitting the back of the blonde’s wet pussy echoed throughout the bedroom.
“AH! AH! AHHHH!”Jenny hollered, sweat forming on her body from the pummeling. She looked up intensely at the flawless physique and face of the Black man. "YES! YES! GAWD! YES, COACH!”Black was burying himself down to the balls with each stroke, and the Summers woman was loving every inch. Ivana Swallows had taken a position directly behind Coach Black, observing the onslaught with a steady fascination and a growing impatience. Lord!, the brunette thought, watching the intense pair have their fun. He’s trying to break her in two with that thing. In her curiosity, Ivana aligned herself just over Coach’s free, her head peeking over the Black man to get a better glimpse of the action. Ivana was looking down at Jenny, the blonde’s body turned in an almost fetal position and getting pounded by the strong athletics teacher.
From Ivana’s vantage, the sight of Jenny being dominated so hard, by such a strong man, made her both aroused and (curiously) jealous. The pair of them seemed to fall into a rythyme. They fucked like two people who were well versed in one another’s bodies. The way Jenny would grip Black’s left wrist with her hand to brace herself for each blow. The manner of how Black would tower over the woman, as if he knew exactly the right position to hit the woman’s G spot. It was like they’d been at this for years.
Ivana yearned for someone to know her body like that. She ached to be such with such knowing ferocity. However, rather than letting her silent envy manifest as want, she instead decided she’d interrupt Jenny’s joy. Ivana went to kissing at Black’s neck. Using her perfect white teeth, Ivana playfully started biting at Coach’s dark flesh. The dark haired nurse made a little show of teasing the man while he went about his hard work of fucking the stacked and packed blonde beneath him. She nibbled at his earlobes.
“She looks like she can barely take all that, Coach” muttered Ivana into Black’s ear. “Look at her. Panting and moaning like a bitch in heat.”
Ivana used her hands and ran them up and down Coach’s muscular back. She gripped his ass, enjoying his firmness as he pumped in and out of Jenny. Summers would look up to see Ivana, like a malicious cat, kissing and carressing HER man, HER Coach, and would be abruptly taken out of the moment.
“G-Get your--AH!-- hands off him, bi--OOOH!” Demanded Jenny in a half-spoken mess of language, interrupted from being fucked silly.
“Just giving Coach a little encouragement, sweetie. He’s working so hard.”
Ivana gave Black a small set of kisses along the man’s bald head and bare shoulders. Ivana did this without taking her eyes off Jenny, who looked up and was torn between the marvel of seeing her Black man’s rippling, sweat coated body pumping in and out of her.
Black meanwhile was coasting on two kinds of pleasure. The first, feeling his cock hitting the bottom of Summer’s sweet pink womanhood. Each plung made his testicles tingle in the threat of orgasm. Looking down at the blonde’s perfect lily white body was always a treasure. Her muscles flexed every time he went into her. She’d relax and exhale with his withdrawal of inches, only to clench up once again as he went in for another strike. The second, was the steady -- teasing -- touch of Ivana Swallows. She expertly used her fingers to languidly stroke and caress his flesh. She tickled his back and shoulders, ass and thighs. She placed kisses on his neck and head that sent shivers up his spine. The brunette was making her presence known, and moment by moment found himself wanting her. He’d found her pussy to be just as tight as Jenny’s, though with a notable ‘bite’ to it. Like the woman, her pussy would snap on his cock. A mixed sting of both pain and pleasure came with throwing his big black cock into the cranky nurse. He found it lingering on his thoughts. He wanted more of Ivana.
This want teetered into the realm of insatiable when Ivana suddenly pulled Black’s face to hers in a passionate kiss. Her tongue probing the man’s mouth with fiery reckless abandon. Ivana’s attraction to Black was doubled by how much she knew such a maneuver would piss Jenny off.
“Mmm, such a good boy…” Ivana mumbled into Black’s mouth.
The kiss hadn’t altogether broken Black’s stride in fucking Jenny, but the thrust and power he’d been giving her had suddenly been halved by the distraction. Looking up at the sight of Ivana shoving her tongue down Coach’s throat winded her as much as Coach’s cock barrelling in her guts.
“Damnnit, Ivana!” Complained Jenny, her words melting into her moans of pleasure. “Get off him!”
Black’s focus was torn between both women. Ivana’s immense breasts were pressed against his back and part of his shoulder. Her full lips pressed hard to his own, and her sweet tongue went this way and that inside his mouth. In kind, Black rubbed it with his own. Both of his strong hands held a thick, muscular lily white leg, Jenny’s thighs parted before him as he kept his stride of pumping into her. Ivana’s hands gripped into the flesh of Coach’s chest and ass, while Jenny -- in defiance of the act -- began to grind and throw her hips harder onto the Black man.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Was the sound of Jenny’s thighs colliding with his pelvis. Jenny’s feet were flat and gained purchase on the mattress of the bed and she’d hoisted her lower half up several inches higher in their missionary position, her curvy back arched higher on her man’s body. The Summers woman actively began to fuck Coach harder, bringer her gorgeous body up and slamming it down on the man with an increasing speed and authority.
Jenny huffed and puffed, each hard exhalation marked with the hard smack of her skin on Black’s. She was growing more intense in their fucking, while Ivana’s lips would lock harder onto Coach’s. He’s a really good kisser, Ivana confessed to herself. The expert use of the Black man’s lips and tongue then sparked an idea in the Swallows woman. Suddenly and without warning, Ivana pulled Coach backwards on the bed. The brunettes hands were stronger than Black had ever expected and -- caught in the throes of their fucking -- allowed himself a moment of being caught off guard before choosing to go with whatever the fiery dark haired nurse had planned.
“Whoa--” came Black as he fell backward, his head settling several feet from the edge of the large bed.
At this, Coach’s cock receded from Jenny’s wet pink pussy. It slid out of her with a wet SCHLIP!, the long and thick black piece coated with Jenny’s juices. Feeling the sudden emptiness, the vacancy in her yearning pussy, Jenny shot upward.
“Ivana, what the heck are you doing!?” She demanded, openly outraged at the brunette’s disturbance. Her blue eyes were wide with desire and frustration at the interruption.
Jenny rose from her position on the bed to spy Ivana, aligning her toned olive colored body atop Coach Black. She was straddling the man’s face, her thick tanned thighs looking wet with her own juices. Arms triumphantly at her sides, Ivana looked on at Jenny with an open glee on her face. The snarky smirk of a conqueror. Her green eyes glared on with their familiar seductive malice.
“What?” Ivana said, in mock sheepishness. “He’s a good with his mouth. I’m curious to see what these lips and tongue can do down here.”
The word ‘here’ was marked by Ivana slowly grinding her shapely hips into Black’s face.“You shouldn’t be so self-centered, Jenny.” Mocked Ivana. “Can’t always be about you, hon.”
As if on cue, Coach began to lick and kiss at Ivana’s hot pink pussy. Clear juices began seeping from her exposed slit and Coach silently went to work eating the bitchy brunette out.
“Oooooh, my!” Cooed Ivana, openly expressing her enjoyment of the man’s work. “Coach Black, my goodness!”Ivana picked up her rhythm of riding Coach’s face. Already coasting on an orgasm, her body rocking with the laps of Coach Black’s skilled tongue and lips. On his back, his muscular arms hoisted up to where he now had a strong dark hand at one side of Ivana’s thighs, Coach Black went to work on Ivana’s pussy with his mouth. The man was engulfed in a silent awe with how good the woman tasted. Never would have expected such a cranky bitch like Ivana would taste this sweet, he thought. On his tastebuds, Black caught an almost honey like flavor of the nurse.
“Oh my gaaawd!” Moaned Ivana openly, riding Black’s face running her hands up her body. Tweaking and pulling at her own budded areolas to enhance the act of sitting on Jenny’s big black boyfriend’s face. The wounded and confused look on the blonde was almost as pleasurable as the oral she was getting.
The sight of it drove Jenny half mad with jealousy.
“Why you…” was all Jenny could growl before straddling Coach’s big black cock.
She aligned her body with Black’s, her thighs set in an upside down V just above Coach’s big black muscular frame. His cock stood high and proud, veinier than ever before. Jenny gripped it, hard, with her left hand to the point she’d have sworn she could feel the blood surging through him.“You’d know all about being selfish, I guess.”
Jenny then, without ceremony, slid the long stretch of Coach’s meat back into her (where it belonged). Jenny gasped with Coach’s invasion into her body. Filled to the brim in mere moments, Jenny began to ride Coach Black’s cock. She moaned and rocked her body atop him, doing her absolute best to dull if not altogether drown out Ivana’s incessant cooing.
“OH! OH! AH! COACH! YES! YES! AHHHH!” Hollered Jenny.
“AH! AHH! LORD! YES! KEEPING LICKING IT, COACH! JUST LIKE THAT!” Ivana belted out, her voice forced to go higher in response to Jenny.
Planting her hands firmly on Coach’s chiseled abs, Jenny bucked and popped her round bubble butt atop Coach, taking more than half of him into her and recoating his cock with her liquids as she came again and again. Ivana steadily dripped her honeyed juices into Coach’s mouth as she shifted her slit along the man’s tongue, placing her own hands solidly on the Black man’s scultped chest and smoothly motioning back and forth on his face. Coach was weighed down by the flawless effeminate shapes of Summers and Swallows, the women riding him at two ends. It was a constant struggle not to get lost in or lost focus in pleasure. Jenny had become a pro at riding his cock, using her round bottom as a weapon on his cock to eject every drop of hot cum his balls contained. Only through focus and control could he last with the woman. Only adding to the risk now was the inclusion of Ivana, whose constant moans and sweet pussy served as a surprisingly effective distraction. If’ I ain’t careful, they’re gonna wear me out too soon, he thought.
The pair continued, the increased intensity of their fucking making the bed rock and slam against the wall of the bedroom.
“OOoooh, yeah!” Continued Ivana. “Lap up, just like that, Black.”
“AH! AH! OH! FUCK! Yes, Coach! Your big black cock is so hard right now!”
The pair wailed and cried out, blonde and brunette competing against one another for Coach Black’s seed. Their competition grew more intense the more the women came. Each orgasm was tallied as though it were somehow a point for the woman having it. This would in turn prompt them to go harder on the big black man below them. And through it all, Ivana and Jenny never took their steely gaze off one another. Blue eyes were fixed on green as they wailed and groaned, facing off against each other to the point their immense breasts were pressed together, their faces almost nose-to-nose as though in the throes of an intense joust. The action rose in tempo to where they were both galloping atop Black before long.
“Your boyfriend eats pussy like he’s starving, Jen.” Mocked Ivana. “You must not be giving him what he needs.”
“Ah! AH! He’s never left unsatisfied with me, Ivy.” Barked Jenny in response. “You wouldn’t know anything about that though.”
“Oh, Is that why Black was ready to shoot like a hose when I was on top?”
The two women were bearing their teeth at one another. A fight was taking place between Summers’ and Swallow’s mutual contempt, and their immense satisfaction with Black’s huge cock and versed tongue. Their huge breasts bounced with the rise and fall of their hard curvaceous bodies. Black was being held down at the chest and abs by the women’s strong hands, while his head and thighs were being pressed into by their strong thick thighs. The worry of losing a tooth or having his dick broken off at the root crossed Black’s mind more than once dealing with the women.
“Ah, shit!” Came the muffled Coach’s voice, his lips all but buried in the lips of Ivana’s dripping wet pussy.
In response, Jenny doubled her efforts, slamming her shapely ass down and taking Coach balls deep.
“UGH! UMN! UNG! UGH!” Grunted Jenny, power-fucking Coach on the mattress and making the springs ring and whine. The bed rocked violently. Jenny Summers was going all out.
*BLAM! BLAP! BLAM! BLAM!*
Ah shit, thought Coach, she’s pissed off! Coach knew Jenny Summers and her body better than just about anyone. She was a natural sex machine and knew how to use her body to please a man. Summers was at her absolute best -- fucked at her absolute hardest -- when she was angry. On more than a few occasions, Coach had made it a point to aggravate the Summers woman for that very purpose. Working the woman up with sarcastic remarks and purposeful neglect only to encourage her later with Come on baby, fuck that big black dick like you mad at it!” To which, in response, Jenny Summers would do just that. At that moment, Summers was riding Coach’s long thick piece with that degree of ferocity.
“UNG! AH! AH! AGH!” Jenny’s teeth were gnashed as she hit the peak of a particularly hard orgasm.
The whole bed seemed to sway in space, and Coach felt her muscles clench up on him. She was cumming, and hard. Black steeled himself and managed to not follow her in the process. However, he lost his focus and was forced to stop lapping at Ivana’s dripping cooch.
“AHHH! Don’t stop, Coach!” Demanded Ivana, near outrage carried in her voice. “I’m about to cum again!”
But Jenny’s orgasm was taking up all of Coach’s efforts. His hands darted down from Ivana’s gyrating hips to Jenny’s thrusting ones. He gripped on for dear life as she shook and trembled with her release, her ass cheeks jiggling as she came.
“AAAAAAAHHH, FUCK!” Screamed Jenny, basting Black’s belly-deep dick with her clear cum.
...
Bianca Blackwood’s ass felt like something out of a crazy fantasy. Warm, wet, soft and yet contradictively firm, BB’s big ass bounced up and down on Richard Black’s huge dark cock.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Belted the big woman, her palms placed on each of Richard’s knees. She was bent forward, giving Richard, Sammy and Anya a perfect view of her goddess-like curves motioning up and down on dark meat.“Oh my” uttered Anya, astonished at how smooth and graceful Bianca’s huge ass looked bouncing on that monster cock.
“Da~ng” cooed Sammy, her attention torn from kissing Richard’s full black lips to the sight of Blackwood’s riding skills.
Sammy Spitzmen was sitting to Black’s right on the couch, half curled up next to him and using her right hand to stroke admirably on his rippling abs. Anya was at Black’s left, using a dainty hand to stroke his chest and had been kissing at his neck and nibbling his ear, a tease that would have had her husband ready to blow his load within a minute. Black stood hard and high for the three women however. Each stroke from the married Blackwood came with a loud BLAP! A meaty echo emitted from all that booty meat hitting Richard’s body.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Encouraged Richard. Each time the blonde dropped her ass down, he’d feel the far walls in her, along with a noticeable quake of what was either a small orgasm or the tall built woman trembling from his immense length.
“Oh! My! Goodness, Richard” said Bianca, her voice low and droning on in a way that sounded like she was melting with each stroke. “You’re hitting me so DEEP”.
“All part of the service, dear.” Replied Richard. “This ass of yours deserves nothing less.”
“Da” replied Anya, a newly acquired appreciation of Bianca’s beautiful bulbous buttocks taking root and seeding an even deeper desire in her for the woman.
The raven haired Russian had never given much thought or concern to Bianca’s ass before. Not really. It was certainly one of the biggest she’d ever seen on a white woman, outside her home town of Cherniderivo that is. Her home town was known for having exceptionally curvaceous women. Hell, Anya’s little sister Sonya was often the butt (literally) of many a joke in the Cherninov family for that very reason. Watching Bianca work her immense curves on the Black man though, having an up close view at what a big butt can do on a big cock, made her intensely wet. Bianca moans were low and becoming increasingly primal with each dip and stroke. She couldn’t contain her desire to touch Bianca’s ass for long. Anya soon left Richard’s side, leaning forward into the ruckus of flesh.
BLAM! BLAP! BLAP!
“Oooooh, yes, Richard!” Moaned Bianca, letting herself enjoy the small climax that shot up her spine.
The action of her atop him was added fuel by Anya’s hands suddenly gripping firm to the tops of Bianca mountainous mounds.
“Wha--Anya?”“Go harder, BB!” commanded Anya.
Bianca looked behind her to see her dark haired friend, sitting at the very edge of the couch, literally on the edge of her seat with excitement. Anya was gripping her ass, half massaging half pressing down on her body.
“Come, go harder on Richard!”
BB was hit with initially uncertainty. Could she fuck Richard harder? Rephrased; could she fuck Richard harder WITHOUT hurting herself. I don’t know if I can do it. She thought. Granted, Gerald had gone at her body way more ferociously and without half the patience or mercy Richard currently was giving her. Then again, the Black man was working with quite bit more than her short Kong had, she could feel that from how deep Richard’s cock was hitting inside her.
“Go! Go!” Urged Anya.
And then, curiosity outdid caution.
“O-Ok…” said Bianca, nervously.
She lifted herself higher, the huge head of Richard’s cock just visible from her spread pussy lips. Then, without ceremony, Blackwood let the full weight of her body collapse onto the man.
“BLAM!!” Came the sound.
“Oh, SHIT!” Barked Richard, feeling the full weight of the big woman for the first time. A lightning bolt of pleasure shocked Richard, shooting from his cock, down to his balls and then up to the rest of his body. He hardly had time to gauge the sensation before Bianca had finished her second stroke.
“BLAP!!”
A hard, meaty echo filled the living room.
“AHHHH! AH! SHIT!” Cursed Bianca in completing her third, fourth and fifth drop onto Richard’s big black cock. “Goodness! GRACIOUS! SO BI~G!”
BLAP! BLAM! BAP! BLAP!
“You’re! UNG! Tellin! Me! AGH!” Called out Richard.
The strong Black man’s knee jerk reaction was to place his hands on the woman’s hips, grip her toned hip to better control her descent. However, his hand was stayed. Sammy Spitzmen was using her chiseled arm to hold him down, the little redhead using a hitherto undisplayed strength, which took him by surprise. Sammy wouldn’t admit it, but the sight of BB’s large ass bouncing on Richard had her equally (if not moreso) turned on than Anya. Sammy had always made fun of Bianca for large ass, was always giving her grief and poking fun for using genetics as an excuse to not work harder in the gym. However, watching the giant blonde work her body, spying the muscle and power that resided just underneath the meat of the woman’s posterior and thick thighs (muscles flexing where Sammy had never noticed before), filled her with a new attraction to the woman.
Spitzmen never saw herself as being openly into girls, but she always did allow herself a silent admittance of finding Bianc strikingly beautiful. All of her friends were, of course, but Bianca’s towering height and graceful nordic beauty had always sent a surge of ‘something’ shooting up Sammy’s flawlessly toned frame. Impulses which, until today, she’d never acted upon, but harbored silently. In addition to Richard’s big black cock, the ginger gym nut would find herself opened up in more ways than one that evening sexually.
More and more, Sammy wanted to see Bianca get fucked. More and more, Sammy wanted to see Anya get fucked. More and more, Sammy wanted to get fucked! And, now added to her growing list of wants, she wanted to fuck Bianca and Anya.“Oh no ya don’t”, chuckled Sammy at his side, “You just lie back and let BB do her thing.”
“Da! Idti! Idti! < Yes! Go! Go! >” Laughed Anya, her hands still full of plump white booty meat and forcing her blonde friend down on that big nigger cock.
“AH! OH! AAAH! GOD!” Hollered BB, rocking and popping her ass with less and less caution.
The three women were letting themselves go, and working themselves up into a proper craven want for more big black cock.
...
Back in the Swallow’s bedroom, Coach Black and Jenny Summers held their previous position on the bed. Jenny, her legs spread wide and in waning spasm, coasted on what had been the biggest orgasm she’d had yet. Coach Black’s immense black member had plunged itself to her depths and had struck her well and good. The long and thick stretch of veiny manhood slid out of the woman with and audible SCHLLIP sound. Even after cumming, Jenny’s tight pink pussy clung to Coach’s dick, almost as if her parts refused to let the over muscled Black man go. Sensing his withdrawing from the cock-drunk blonde, Ivana half-rounded Coach’s torso, her head down and leaning towards his huge black cock.
“Look at this” Ivana muttered, a tsk half-sitting on her eager tonuge. “You made a right big mess, Jenny.”
As she spoke, Ivana’s mouth watered. The sight of Coach big black cock receeding from the blonde slut had gotten her parts reved to near maddening degrees. The bitchy nurse wanted her turn...but first.
“Lemme clean that up for you, Coach.”
Ivana dipped her head lower, nearing the fat twelve inches. She had her right arm wrapped around the man’s torso for balance, gripping the man’s abs and enjoying his solid build. Her big lips parted, her target aim mere inches before her. She took Black into her mouth quicker than the eye could have blinked.
“Mm!Mmm!Mmm~!” mouthed Ivana as she slurped and suckled at the first six inches of Black’s soaked penis. Gawd, she thought, his dick tastes delicious! And it’s so big in my mouth! Ivana’s run in with ZJ Stone, a young man Ivana had met during her in-depth studies on male penis in Coxville, had proven to be one of the greatest blowjobs she’d even given. She’d become rather versed in tackling meat this long and thick, but Coach Black (Jenny’s big black stud) was nearing the top position now. Perhaps it was the fact that, officially, Black was labeled as Jenny’s. However, as Ivana’s head bobbed up and down wetly, her cheeks puffing up with saliva and pre cum, she grew more and more certain that that would change.
First, I’m gonna clean this big black fucker off, she thought. Then, I’m gonna fuck him til’ eyes roll in that back of his head. Ivana had to hold back her signature cheshire's smirk while her mouth was occupied with so much dark meat. Jenny’ll have a conniption. The mere notion had Ivana soaked below.
“Mmmmh!Mmm! *SCHLURP!* Mmmhm! Mhm! *SCHLOP!”
“Uuuuugh!” called Coach, above the brunette and looking down at her while she worked. He could see the top of Ivana’s head motion back and forth on his long cock. The image looked as good as the wet sideways suck felt. “Dayum, girl!” Ivana was going hard on him. Her mouth taking in as much of him as her gob could handle, and then a bit more.
If Black would have been able to see the Swallows woman’s face, he’d have noticed how her steely green-eye gaze were fixed on Jenny Summers' blue ones, the growing froth of the blonde's anger matched by the slobbery spit and foamy bubbles forming on the full lips of the brunette as she slurped on Coach's rod. This bitch can’t take a hint, Jenny thought. Seeing how much harder -- clearly better -- Jenny could fuck Coach hadn’t swayed her yet. Hadn’t put the two-face brunette in her damn place. There Ivana was, prostrated on all fours on the bed, at the side of HER man, HER Coach. Her arms snaked around well sculpted torso and gripping the abs of HER stud. Sucking and slurping Coach’s perfect pussy pleaser like a proper slut. The sight of Ivana’s head bobbing wetly on Coach immense piece made Jenny angry….but also (though she’d never admit it) exceedingly wet.
*GLURK! GLURK! SCHULP! GURK!* *GASP!*
Look at her go, thought Jenny. She'd never would have admitted it, but the bitchy brunette's form was near-flawless. And gauging Coach’s facial expression, towering above her in all his naked adonis-like glory, he was feeling Ivana's skills in full. It was about then thst Jenny Summers began to feel the smallest sliver of doubt prod at her. Her pussy dripped clear juices in welcome of the challenge, but therein the worry of defeat began to take root in the gorgeous blonde.
*GURK! GURK! GLURK! GURK! GURK! GLURK!"
"GAAAH!" Howled Coach, as Ivana shook her head vigorously from side to side, half his monster cock wedged in her maw like a dog taking to a slab of meat.
...
In the Swallows’ livingroom, the ruckus continued. Bianca Blackwood, her mighty thighs parted, straddled her body over Richard Black’s chiseled form. Caution and hesitance had given way to wanton courage now. She had her hands planted flatly on the grunting and groaning negro’s sculpted chest, using his body for balance as she bounced and slammed her hard thick body atop him. The backs of Bianca’s thighs and her sizable lily white ass slamming down on tops of Richard’s thighs sounded like wet slabs of meat being viciously beaten together. An off-kilter beat of their bodies connecting again and again, mixed with their increasingly animalistic moans.
“GAH! AH! AHHH!! GAAAGH!” growled Richard.“UMPH! AH! AAAGH! UNGH!” Bianca would bellow in kind.
Anya White had by then rounded the pounding pair on the couch, angling herself in front of them. The dark haired Russian had fallen to all fours before Richard and BB, her head mere inches away from the source of the repeating *WHAP! WHAM! BLAP! BLAP!* of the wet hard bout. Anya could no longer contain her glee and arousal at the sight of Bianca going so hard on Richard, forgoing her previous hesitance in favor of tackling that big black monster standing high between Black’s legs. Bianca’s body was flexing and tensing with each lift and downward thrust. Her meaty thighs were becoming increasingly drenched in small seepings of Richard’s hitherto withheld seed, as well as her own juices. Anya’s dark eyes took on that rare mischievious glint. The kind of glare that only went worn on the White women when she found herself particularly turned on or enticed. She couldn’t help it. Anya tilted her head below the bouncing forms of Black and Blackwood. Her full lips went straight for Richard’s big black balls. Tugging and licking on the right and switching to the left in long hardy laps, Anya feasted on the Black man’s testicles, enjoying the mixed taste of him and her curvy blonde friend.
“ < MMMMMM! > Anya cooed, relishing the flavor of both man and woman. < “You both taste so yummy” > She mouthed.
Richard chuckled at this. “Looks like Anya is feeling our flavor, baby.”
Bianca was almost too caught up in the throes of their fucking to even catch this.
“Oh! My! God! AH! AH! SO! BIG! I’M! SO WET!”
“I think she knows, sweet thing. Keep goin.”
From Richard’s position, he couldn’t rightly see Anya on her knees before him. His sight was primarily occupied by the sight of Bianca’s curvy (particularly toned) back motioning on top of him. Her trapazoid, lateral and the V shaped muscles on the back of arms were flexed to maximum. A slick sheen of sweat had begun to form on the curved center area of her back, and her hair (smelling of honey and the growing aroma of sweat) wafting to and fro and she worked him over. Sammy Spitzmen, who had by now realigned herself to the head of the couch) had noticed this effort, and what it was doing to the woman’s body. I didn’t know BB even had muscles in those spots, she thought. The super-fit ginger was probing herself with two fingers, hunched at the top of the couch. Her fingers ryhtmically went in and out of herself in the faint attempt to match Richard and BB’s fucking. She so desperately wanted her turn with the big Black twin. Her face was turning flush with impatience watching BB have at the chiseled nigger’s huge yummy black cock.
At the same time, she was enjoying the sight of Bianca riding him. She’d never seen Bianca in action, and watching her big curvaceous body bounce up and down, the slapping of their flesh, had made Sammy slightly cream herself several times already. Small squeaks of ectasy escaped the hot red-head’s throat when she heard Bianca moan and writhe on Richard.
“GR! AAH! GAAAH!”
“AAAH! AAAHHH! LORD, THAT’S DEEP!”
If Spitzmen didn’t get her turn on that huge nigger cock soon, she’d burst.
“Got an itch you trying to scratch there, sweet thing?” came Richard’s voice then, as if somehow reading the lively redhead’s thoughts. She looked down from her point on the red couch to see the Black man’s handsome features looking up at her. Her finger dug into herself, she sheepishly stared down at him. “Don’t think I’m not gonna have a crack at your fine ass too in a little bit.”
Sammy blushed. “You sure you gonna have enough in you for me?”
“I guarantee you, Mrs. Spitzmen” said Richard confidentally, “I got enough in me for all three of you.”
At least, added Richard in his head, I think I do…
“Bring that sweet little thing you’re playing with over here. I’m dying to know what it tastes like.”
In an instant, Sammy aligned her dripping pink gash atop Richard’s face. His long tongue slid from her open maw and began to lick and lap at her hot womanhood. Richard learned in mere moments the energetic ginger’s parts tasted faintly of strawberries. Damn! Richard thought. This little bitch has one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever tasted!
Enjoying the soft licks of the Black man, Sammy began to groove her tight body on Richard’s face. Rocking her hips gently, she coasted on his seasoned tongue and full lips. Oh my god! Sammy thought, rocking herself into a small climax with minimal effort, Stephen’s never licked me this good. His tongue knows all my hot spots!
“Ooooh! Oooh my” moaned Sammy, using her arms to batten herself down to the spot where she straddled Richard’s face on the couch. Her tight body wobbled at bit, the threat of her losing balance rising with the tingling sensation of her parts. “Goodness gracious, Richard! Do all black men eat pussy this good?”
*Lap! Schlurp! Lurp*
“Can’t speak for them” replied Richard, his face muffled between Sammy’s tightening thighs and her pink pussy lips on his mouth. “Damn, you taste good!”“Tee-hee!” was the reply of Sammy, his thin chin hairs tickling her parts. To top it all, she had the perfect view of the action from her spot on the couch. From where Sammy sat, she could see Bianca riding Richard, as well as most of Anya’s gorgeous body on her knees before them on the floor. Anya was now switching her oral efforts between Richard’s balls and Bianca’s own drenched gash. A sudden surge in BB’s moaning hinted as such.
“Oh! OH! OOH! JEEEZUS!”
*WHAP! BLAP! WHAP! WHAP*
The noise increased, Bianca picking up speed on top of Richard’s big black cock. His groans grew in kind, and to hold himself from an early release took his big hands and gripped Bianca by her wide meaty hips. He’d have to control this big blonde valkyrie if he hoped to have at the remaining two women in equal measure.
“Da, BB!” encouarged Anya from below. “Ride big nigger cock!”
“AH! AHH! I’M! TRYING! OH! OOOOH! I’M GONNA--”
Richard could feel Bianca’s body preparing for another blast of pleasure. He had to steel himself to not be bounced into his own finish.
GAAAAAH! YEAH! Go, baby! Get yours!”
“Oh yeah, BB! Cum on Richard’s big black cock!” added Sammy, coasting on her own orgasm brought from Richard’s mouth.
The trio found a rythme in those next moments. Anya licking at both Richard’s balls and BB’s dripping pussy. Sammy grinding her pussy on Richard’s face. And Richard, the hardest working member of the foursome, using his entire body to control Blackwood’s powerful reverse cowgirl pounding and his tongue to work Sammy into orgasm.
“OOOOH, SHIIIIIT!” Cursed Bianca, her meaty curves teetering into overdrive.
Her pussy creamed. Her body quivered as she took Richard’s long thick ebony rod belly-deep. Her bucking hips ceased, froze only to shake and quiver with the rest of her as the shock hit all the pleasure points in her body.
“OOOOOOH!” She howled.
“Ha-ha Da!” Anya added, an evil little laugh as she pulled on Richard’s left ball, tasting the juices from BB’s body as they coated him.
“Daaaang” said Sammy, marveling at how she could feel the sexual surge of lust overtake Blackwood. Perhaps this was just her feeling an aftershock of her own orgasm, but for a moment she’d had sworn that she could feel Bianca cumming. Really feel the orgasm Richard had given her with his big black nigger cock. “That feel good, BB?” asked Sammy in a half-joking manner.
“Oh, oh gawd!” breathed Blackwood, her breath but a gasp leaned forward from her previous position. Her blonde haired tousled, she wiped it away from her gorgeous white features to spy the sight of Richard’s cock buried all the way in her. Her hot pink pussy lips rested atop Rich’s big powerful balls, which Anya was still making a meal of.
“My goodness, Richard…” Bianca carried on, trying to catch her breath where she sat. “You could kill a girl with this thing.”
“I only aim to please, Mrs.Blackwood.” chuckled Richard. He could feel the Blackwood woman’s pussy muscles still flexing, her warm insides clamping down on him as if hesitant to let him go for the next girl.
“And that you did, sir. That you did….mmhm!”
And then,
“Alright, my turn! My turn!”
Sammy was off Richard’s face and half-pushing Bianca off of his sculpted body in mere moments. Anya had bearly enough to suckle the juices from Richard’s bulbous cockhead before Sammy was straddling the man.
“I gotta see how good this thing is for myself.”
“You watch yourself on that thing” said Bianca, a tone of almost maternal caution as she stood and watched Sammy hop aboard the still-seated Black man. “That’s a power-cock if I’ve ever felt one. I think he just about split me in two.”
“Da, let me kiss and make all better, BB” came Anya. The raven haired beauty guided Bianca to the couch, seating her right next to Richard as he readied himself for Sammy’s descent onto his huge nigger cock. Anya lowered her head between Bianca’s leg and -- curiously without protest from the blonde -- began to gently lick at the bud of her pink slit. Bianca moaned gently in response. Wordless approval from the big blonde as the Russian went about kissing and lapping at her well-stretched sex.
Sammy was standing on the flats of her feet, towering above Black. He beheld her supremely taut body and toned thighs standing just in front of his face and felt himself stiffen again. Sammy lowered herself and used her left hand to reach behind herself, gripping his thick black cock at just below the head.
“Ooooh, I can’t wait!” cooed Sammy. “You ever been ridden by a proper cowgirl, Mr. Black?” asked Sammy.
“Once or twice”, replied Richard, a knowing smile on his face.
“Psh! Bet they weren’t from Coxville.”
Sammy aligned her eager pussy lips with Richard’s fat cockhead.
“Indeed, I don’t think they were.”
“Then, you ain’t ready for what I’m about to throw on you, mister.”
...
In the Swallows’ bedroom, both blonde and brunette were prostrated on all fours before Black. The athletics Coach towered above the women, arms akimbo and head tilted down as he watched the wet combat of their mouths on his rock hard monster cock
*SLURP!* *GLRUP* *POP!* *SCHULRP!* *POP!*
The messy wet sounds continued, double time. Ivana pulled and popped her powerful lips on his big black balls, while Jenny choked him down with equal fervor, her lips pursed at his head and swallowing inch after veiny inch. The only time the two horny white women’s hungry gazes left Coach Black’s invigored brown eyes was to glare evilly at one another in the fray of competition.
Stupid bitch!, they thought in unison, the silent insult sparking one another to go harder on some unconscious level.
*SCHLOP! POP! SCHUUURLP!*
“Mmmm!Hm!Mmm!”
They bobbed and sucked, slurped and gagged on that big nigger cock, spurred on all the while by Black’s groans of approval.
“G--Got Dayum!”
Occasionalyly they’d switch positions, Ivana taking Black’s pole in her greedy maw and slobbering on his abundance of dark inches. Jenny’s blue eyes would stay focused on Black’s as she used her lucious lips to pull on his big round testicles.
All the cum in these big black balls belongs to me! Her blue eyes seemed to scream at the man from below. It was nearing extreme difficulty for Black to hold back his load at around this time. His heart raced and -- in turn -- caused his manhood to throb in the almost maddening want of release. With each throb, came more and more drops of pre-cum. The bits of seed which dribbled into the women’s skilled mouths would excite them in both pleasure and the suggestion that they were winning the struggle. The two women’s hatred for one another only seemed to enhance their intensity. A view from behind the wet slick blowjob would have shown Jenny and Ivana plump lily asses side-to-side. The thick round mounds of Swallows and Summers would jiggle with the to and fro motion of their wet work.
*POP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SMOCK!*
Brunette and blonde heads bucking and -- in turn -- causing their full ass cheeks to jiggle unconciously.
Damn!, thought Black, looking down on the women in awe. They tryin to eat me alive!
Pass by slippery pass he felt his body get closer and closer to an abrupt explosion. The gentle shocks of pleasure, whether they came from the base of his cock or the core of his balls, were growing stronger. Though he was loving the show of both women fighting over his long thick monster cock, he did not relish the idea of cumming just then. Mostly because he had not yet had his fill of both married women, but also because he knew -- when the time came to blow -- he’d have to choose. Make a choice between his busty blonde goddess, and the newly broken brunette nurse. Black would have to think fast and act even quicker.
“You’re --*SLURP*-- slowing down, Jen *SCHLUURP!*. mocked Ivana while lapping at the underside of Black’s pole. “Need a break, old girl?--
“All that *SMOCK!* big black dick *POP!* retorted Jenny, making a meal out of Black’s swollen left testicle, ‘and you still can’t keep your damn mouth *SMOCK!* shut.
“If you’re mouth’s too tired, why don’t you just fall back and let me take over, dear?” It was as if Ivana wanted to coax Jenny into giving up.
And try to wear down Black while I do? Thought Jenny. She knew Ivana’s angle from the first. The minute Jenny eased up on Black would be the minute Ivana tripled her efforts in making him cum. Doing so, falling back, would be the same as admitting defeat. And Jenny Summers -- her pride at the fore of this endeavor -- would not be defeated by Ivana Swallows. Not on your life, slut!
It was then that Jenny fell back from Black’s big balls, her mouth pulling away with a big wet *SMOCK!*, ropey spits trailing from her lips to Black’s meaty testicles. For a joyous moment, Ivana Swallows silently barked in victory. It looked like Jenny had actually taken her up on her offer. She was falling back, admitting that Ivana was the better woman. Ha! Ivana would have laughed out loud, if her mouth hadn’t been crammed to maximum with black dick.
Guess the blonde bimbo isn’t as dumb as I--
The insult reached only that far before she realized what Jenny actually doing. Her silent victory was dashed with the sight of Jenny sliding from the bed and onto her knees before Coach Black. Ivana felt Black’s meaty cock slide out of her mouth, only faintly noting an emotional emptiness upon the giant head leaving her mouth with a loud *POP!*. Coach Black was being backed up by Jenny, repositioned to where the blonde goddess would have better access to his giant dong. From her end of the bed, Ivana could only see Jenny’s sculpted back, plump ass and bended legs as she aligned Black’s monster cock with her chest. Skillfully, Jenny slipped the long thick piece between her epic mounds.
“You’re new to this whole thing, Ivy. But this is what a real woman does when her mouth gets tired from suckin on big black cock.”
Jenny uttered this proudly to the ornary brunette without taking her eyes off the towering negro that stood before her.
“You know how this goes, right baby?” Jenny purred to HER man.
“Ooooh yeah” Black replied, recalling in full the last time he’d found his cock wedged between those big milky white tits.
Jenny Summers smoothly began to motion her epic mammaries up and down on Black’s long nigger dick.
“Ooooh, yeah. That’s the way” cooed Coach, enjoying the softness of her tremendous mounds. Black could never quite articulate what Jenny’s breasts felt like. They were almost supernaturally soft, pert and yet somehow firm with motioned up and down.
“You’ve got a lot to learn about being creative with these big black dicks, Ivy.” said Jenny in a tone that almost sounded sympathetic toward the dark haired nurse.
Between his manhood and her tightly budded nipples feeling more sensitive than ever, Jenny already felt another orgasm coming on. She worked Black over, shifting the long stretch of him up and down her chest. She opened mouth to allow him access to her mouth, his fat head trekking to and out of her sweet wet mouth. She had more than inches to work with, so Jenny opened wide and let as much of him in as possible.
“Mmmm! Mmmm-yeah baby…” she cooed, savoring his flavor. This is how Jenny would win. Every little trick she’d picked up in her experiences with nigger dick. Her trysts and bouts with big black cocks outweighed Ivana’s by a hefty degree, and she would capitalize off this.
And as Jenny used her bountiful chest to pleasure HER Black man, Ivana sat on the bed, abandoned and seething.
“Grrrr!” she audibly growled, her face flushing red at Jenny’s arrogance. “I’ve got a lot to lea--” was all the brunette managed to choke out before springing herself from the bed. She’d show this blonde bitch who the novice was. “You think because you can shift a dick between your tits you’re somehow better than me?” Ivana exclaimed.
“Why *SLURP!*, ‘course not *SCHLOP!*- Ivy” Jenny replied. “Because I can suck, fuck, stroke and shift a black dick between my tits that makes me better at this than you.” A bubbly chuckled followed Jenny’s reply.
“Oh y--” Ivana belted, half mad with rage now.
“You gonna let her check you like that, Ivy?” Added Black, a blatant mark of instigation in his smile.
“Oh, fuck you Black!” belted Ivana.
“Would love to, darlin...but, uuuh” Black purposely breaking eye contact to look down at the stunning blonde at his knees, “I’m a bit occupied at the moment.”
Ivana neared critical mass with her anger. They’re mocking me! She thought. This thought was only worsened by what sounded like Jenny trying to chuckle with a mouth full of dick.
“I’ll show you.”
Ivana took to Jenny’s side in but a flash, her own tanned set of round mounds forcing their way into the wet ruckus.
“Move those utters, Summers!”
Ivana threw her chest into Jenny’s, shoving her aside and gripping Black’s fat veiny dick in her hands.
“Heeey!” Jenny complained, shoved aside abruptly by the encroaching brunette.
“You wanna see this big nigger cock between some tits, huh?” Ivana aggressively hissed at Black.
“Well…” he bellowed, letting the hint linger in the air.
“I’ll show you how it’s done then”.
Ivana then, still gripping Black’s godly dick, slapped it, hard, several times on the meat of her cleavage.
“Oooh, shit!” belted Black, enjoying the anger Ivana was displaying.
Several drops of pre-cum escaped his urethra, dripping onto Ivana’s big tanned tits and seeping down to her dark areolas. Ivana then clamped her epic chest onto Black’s cock, trapping him between the bountiful flesh of the nurse.
“Ooooh, damn” groaned Coach, enjoying the combined warmth of the woman’s chest and mouth as she copied Jenny’s method.
Ivana was a pro at manipulating all that dark meat between her immense chest. Far better than Coach had imagined. Her soft boobs worked him over, up and down. The spit, sweat and other secretions served as prime lubricant for the deed. Spurring the act on were the small, unconscious grunts and moans that escaped the grouchy brunette’s throat as she suckled on the Black man.
“Mmmmm! Mmmm! See” mumbled Ivana, not looking away from Coach blacks brown eyes, but directing her word to Jenny. “I’m better than you. What good are those oversized things on your chest if you can’t even use ‘em properly.”
Ivana added to her motions by using her hands to press her breasts together, trapping Coach’s cock inside. She could feel his big black cock throbbing between her breasts. Coach Black would have sworn he could feel the woman’s heartbeat pumping like a jackhammer behind her sweet giant mounds.
“Tsk!” was all Jenny could muster in reply. Silently, Jenny had to admit, Ivana’s form flawless. Watching Ivana work all that black cock between her humungous tits was an impressive sight. Her smooth motions spurred -- no, dared -- her to jump in, attempt to top her in pleasing HER man.
...
And the Summers woman would go on to do just that.
“Oh, please!” she barked back, shoving Ivana out of the way with a forceful nudge of her shoulder. In the blink of an eye Black monster cock was once again wedged between Jenny’s huge milky breasts.
“THIS is how you titty-fuck a big nigger cock. That nonsense you were up to wouldn’t get a virgin off. Just goes to show, you’ve got NO experience in how to please a big black cock. Right baby?”
Jenny’s gaze went up to Coach, a silent demand sitting in the pool of her blue eyes.
“Uuuuuh” replied Black, caught off guard from the breast-banging he was hips deep (literally) in. “W-well...
Black knew the brunette was - by no means - a complete rookie in feats such as this. He’d known of Ivana’s previous encounter with Z.J. Stone, as well as the two janitors whom he worked with at the school. He’d had a direct hand in arranging that first encounter. However, for the sake of maintaining his cover--
“For a first-timer, I wouldn’t call it bad...” it took some considerable effort on the part of the buff negro to come off as nonchalant as possible.
Wouldn’t call it bad!? Thought Ivana. The outrage in her eyes was blatant. Black expected her to explode with anger at the slight. However, instead, Ivana doubled her efforts.
“Well, I’ll just have to get more experience in with this big black fucker.”
The two women went at it for some time, giving the tower black man their boobs in earnest. They would only break the competition with their chests for gobbling more of the athletic coach’s manhood with their mouths. After several more near-misses on Black’s end, Black could take no more. He had to think of something, immediately, if he didn’t want to drown both wives in a shower of creamy white seed.
“Alright, alright!” belted Black, just barely dodging the onset of a climax.
His hands went to both women’s sculpted arms and pulled them up from their positions on the bed.
“Both of ya’ll got game, ain’t no debate there.”
He guided them both back over to the large bed.
“Only way we gon settle this is by who can take a poundin better.”
“Uh-oh” giggled Jenny, “I know that look.”
“Oooh!” Added Ivana, “Are we in trouble, Mr.Black?”
Coach Black threw Jenny onto her back, her immense breasts wobbling as she hit the mattress. Ivana followed one moment after, straddled atop Jenny on all fours.
“You bet’cho sweet asses ya’ll in trouble. Get on over here.”
Black bent Ivy over, arching her back with a large black hand. The curve of her lower back formed, flex and her ass cheek quivered as Black’s fingers settled in the muscular inner curve of her lumbar.
“Rookies up first”, said Black, his voice taking a low -- almost menacing -- tone. His display was only mostly show.
He knew if he was going to last against these two bombshells he’d have to conserve as much of his strength as possible. Maintaining his stamina, while slamming both women to proper (and equal) measure. In his minded it sounded nigh impossible, but looking at the sweet exposed gash of Jenny, her legs spread in desperate want of the man. Spying the exposed wet slit, tight button asshole and immense round bubble butt of Ivana, Black welcomed the challenge. And with that, Coach Black slid himself -- balls and all -- into the bitchy brunette.
“GAAAAAAH!” Ivana cried out, unprepared for such a brutish -- full bodied -- entry into her tight white pussy.
...
Of the three hot housewives, Sammy Spitzmen easily had the most trouble taking all of Richard big black cock into her.
“Oooooooooh” the super-fit redhead moaned and whined as she eased her tight round bubble butt down the Black twin’s long veiny piece.
The slide down that long pole felt like it took an age if it were a minute.“Sweet, jeezus!” cried Sammy upon hitting the thicker area of Richard’s erect monster cock. “I’m gonna bottom out being I get half way down this danged thing!”
To that, Richard balked.
“You got this, baby. Just keep working that sweet little ass down on it.”
Richard accentuated his reply with a few light slaps on Sammy sweet bottom. His big right hand cupped at the meat of her left cheek, guiding it downward while squeezing the ample (yet remarkably firm) ass meat. Damn, even the tiniest one among em got ass!, thought Richard.
Sammy soon found herself joined at the upper left side of the couch by Anya, who’d taken a new position after having licked (expertly) Bianca Blackwood's pussy. Anya now sat on the crest rail of the sofa, her legs spread with her right foot placed on the arm top. Where Sammy was on the couch -- seated atop Richard’s lap -- it was a mere matter of inches where her head could bury itself between her raven haired girlfriend’s legs. Sammy’s long descent, her pussy already creamy with the influx of fat veiny inches, had her on the verge of frenzy. From the minute she’d gotten a glimpse of the Black twin’s god-like physique, she had been receiving flashback of her romp with Dwayne at the gym she frequented. She’d fucked and sucked that big black cock with a fervor the fit ginger didn’t even know she’d had outside of working out.
It felt oddly natural for her now, receiving only her second big black cock in her tight pussy. But added with the sensation, was Anya and BB. The two housewives at her left and right (Bianca had disappeared from her view, but could hear her slurping and popping Richard’s giant balls just beneath her) were going at Richard with a fire that equaled her own. It was a major turn-on, and watching Anya writhe and squirm like a bitch in heat at the sight of Sammy stuffing her tiny white pussy with ebony cock elevated her creamy pussy to sopping by the time she’d worked herself halfway down.*Mmf! SMOCK!* “Goodness, Sammy” came the muffled mouthing of Bianca Blackwood from below, “You’re leaking like a faucet down here”.
“Ooooh, I’m sorry, BB. AH! I c-can’t help it. It’s just s-so long and thick.”
Blackwood was on all fours beneath the onsetting cowgirl, her big round ass jiggling as she licked and sucked at Richard’s testicles. His balls were too big to fit fully in the sexy blonde’s tight mouth, so she motioned back and forth between them. Sucking hard and then releasing them with a loud *POP!* of *SMOCK!* to mark each pass. The curvy teacher balanced herself by placing her hands flat on the floor of the living room, and her back and shoulder muscles flexed as she bobbed and shook her head on those big nigger nuts.
“Mm! Mmmh! *SMOCK!* Can’t blame you, sweetie. It was a bit ‘touch-and-go’ for me too when I was on this huge thing. Thought I was going to be split in two. *MMmmm, POP!*”
“Oh, you two” added Anya from her position, “You tease me. I want turn on that cherno-hui !”
Her tone made it sound like she was having a temper tantrum.
“Now, now…” came Richard, his teeth somewhat gritted from Sammy’s tightness. “You’re gonna get your turn. Promise. Just be patient. Sammy here’s just gotta get acclimated to the situation.”
With that, Richard took his hands and placed them firmly on Sammy’s taut buttocks. She came before she even felt the pressure of his strong fingers pressing/massaging her ass cheeks down further onto his cock.
“NNNNNGAAAA!” came Sammy, her mouth wide open in pleasure as she felt her inside give way to big black invader.
There was still resistance with her body, and Richard held back a bit so as not to break the well-muscled woman. “Oh my gaaw--” she was about to holler out, but her face was too full of Anya’s crotch to utter the rest.
The White woman was on the verge of clawing at the walls if she didn’t get some satisfaction. She was going mad at the prospect of having that fat nigger cock in her eager hot pussy. Near mad with the teasing sight of the hot ginger sliding down that big black monster, she’d grabbed Sammy’s face and wedge it between her legs, a wordless demand for her to lick her pussy. Spitzmen, without even thinking, became to lick and lap at Anya’s exposed gash. It came naturally to her, and within moments the cries of both Spitzmen and White were echoing throughout the living room. Blackwood’s mumbles and pops added to the din of the action as she made a feast of Richard’s balls below. The group soon hit a rhythm. Sammy, upon gaining a bit of courage of knowing her vagina hadn’t been broken in the plummet, began to pop and bounce her sweet bubble butt on Richard’s dick.
“Ah! Ah! Oh! Ah!” she’d let out in muffled cries. What her mouth couldn’t convey in pleasure, her pussy would express in creamy white fluids that freely dripped down Richard’s cock, settle to his cum-filled black balls, and be lapped up by Bianca Blackwood’s expert mouth.
The ruckus went on like this for some time. Anya at the head of couch, writhing and grinding her hips into Sammy’s face. Sammy, popping her delectable booty on Richard’s dick, grinding her hips into his pelvis and up and down his rock hard abs. And Bianca below, cleaning up the mess the pair above her would make. The orgasms between the women multiplied, their collective heat spurring them onward toward the rich pearly white reward that they knew waited inside Richard’s giant black balls.
I can’t wait to taste what Richard’s got in here, thought Bianca as she pulled on them with her full red lips.
Oh my goodness, I can’t believe how wet I am! Thought Sammy. I wonder what Richard’s cum would feel like in my pussy…
It would be around that time where Sammy Spitzmen would toy with the notion of having a baby.
Bozche, moi! If I don’t get my turn, I’m gonna go insane! Was all that Anya could muster in thought between climaxes.
Beneath the three hot wives, Richard was in his own state of silent panic. It was taking every ounce of willpower for him to not prematuring cum. He feared he’d drown the Blackwood woman prostrated between his thick muscular legs if he blew his load just then. Sammy’s sweet pink gash was greedily eating up his big black cock with each up and down pass, bounce and stroke. The little ginger’s hot center was small furnace that threatened to push him over the edge constantly. He could feel himself hitting her inner walls and the crash sent hard and fast tingles up his body. Whatsmore, the White woman positioned above him on the couch held all the promise of carnal savagery. He could smell the sweet scent of her pussy, her natural musk, and he knew she’d be a handful when the time came to finally give it to her.
“Oh! Oh! AAAH! FUCK! AAAH!” she’d belt.
“Go, baby, go!” Richard would encourage.
“Get it, Sammy. Get that nigger cock!” Anya would add, an almost vicious tone to her voice at she fingered herself in eagerness to climb aboard next.
Sweat began to form on Sammy tight round bubble butt, along with random dregs of her own pussy juice. Bianca remained crouched between Richard’s thighs, lapping up the mess and -- occasionally -- sucking Richard’s hard dick in the few instances when it would slip from Spitzmens’ hot gash.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mn! Mmm!” came the rapid-fire noise of Bianca from below, her head bobbing wildly as she worked that big black cock over.
“Hurry up and give it back!” complained Sammy when Bianca’s suck went on for a few seconds too long.
“Ok, ok…No need to be pushy” said Bianca, before reluctantly releasing the Black man from her mouth and guiding him back into Sammy’s clenching snatch.
Sammy grew confident, for she was soon placing her hands on Richard’s shoulders and galloping atop with without aid. Richard’s arms were outstretched along the couch, a gesture of small surrender in letting Sammy take the reigns of their fucking. He half regretted the expression whenever he felt Sammy’s athletic ass cheeks slam down to hard, or caught a particularly steamy image of Sammy bouncing in his lap. Her delicious breasts would bounce and her impressive abs were coated in a layer of shiny sweat. The intense look on her gorgeous facial features didn’t help his raging cock’s want of release.
When Bianca had finally risen to attend to the increasingly impatient Anya, Sammy had grown brazen enough to lean back on Richard, placing her hands flat on his knees. She bounced hard and fast on all that big black cock. Like a woman possessed she jumped up and down. Her back and shoulder muscles flared with effort. Spitzmen had hit a drive that she’d only felt during particularly hard workouts, her body reaching and then exceeding its limits.
“YES! YES! YES! YES!” She cried allowed, a perverted mantra as she jumped up and down on him.“Grrr!” came Richard, holding back his load and marveling at the ginger goddess above him.
Sammy would climax several times, two minor one major, before her rapid-fire fucking would wane.
“OH! OH! OH MA GAAAAWD!” She hollered when the final explosion hit her womb.
“YEEEEAH!” Called out Richard, feeling her insides clench on him.
Bianca and Anya would have their own orgasms by sheer proxy and the hot sight of their little Sammy fucking herself silly on the over-muscled Black man.
“Oh--oh god!” muttered Sammy, her ass cheeks jumping and twitching a bit with Richard buried inside.
Go~od girl!” said Bianca, spliting her attention between Sammy and Richard, and making out with Anya.
“More than good” said Richard. “She’s a little beast.”
Sammy knew that expression, and it made her want to go at him again.
“Yes! Yes! Good GOOD, Sammy!” Belted Anya, half-shoving Bianca out of the way to get the recovering pair on the couch.
She was upon them in three big steps of her heels and lifting Sammy up to her feet.
“Is my turn now, Da?” She spoke a question that hinted at closer to a demand.“Da, sweet thing...your turn…” replied Richard.
...
...
Bent over on the bed, Ivana Swallows was taking a sound pounding.
*BLAP! BLAP! BAM! BLAP!* were the sounding coming from the repeated brutish collision of Coach Black’s hips slamming against Ivana’s thick thighs and ample bottom, along with the increasingly animalistic moans of,
“GAAH! UMPH! UNG! AH!”
“AH! AHH! FUCK! FUCK! FU~CK!”
No quarter was shown to the bitchy nurse by the titanic Black man. Even if begged (unlikely though that was from Ivana) Coach would show her hot tight pussy no mercy.
“OH! OOOH! AAAAH! FUCK, COACH!”
The writhing calls from the woman gave Coach all the encouragement he needed. He’d been waiting, fantasizing about bending the hot and overtly caustic Swallows over like this for years. Every cruel glance and cold word from the dark haired bitch came flooding back into memory as he looked down as her round bubbly ass cheeks, the shimmer from the light of the room and her own body’s sweat giving her flesh a deletable sheen that made his cock rage on the like of stone. And adding to his arousal, the sight of Jenny, lying below the moaning mass of Ivana’s body.
“Ha-ha!” Jenny laughed, looking up at Ivana, “Not such hot shit now, huh Ivy?”
At that, Ivana had to turn and look the man in the eye. She half-turned to face Black, her green eyes alight with their familiar fervor, only amplified five-fold by wild lust.
“That’s right! Keep fucking me with that big horses’ cock!”
Ivana bore her teeth at the man as if made rabid by the pounding. The echoes of their bodies connecting again and again continued, added by Ivana’s ferocious wailing behind gritted teeth. Secretly, Ivana didn’t know if she was winning or losing this sex war. She couldn’t fathom Black being able to plow her this hard for much longer, so her plan was to hold out for as long as it took him to cum.
Jenny watched the stunning sight of Ivana straddled above her. She hated the Swallows woman, but could never deny her beauty. In all the years they’d known each other, Jenny had never seen Ivana like this. Her naked form towering above her. Her huge breasts heaving and flopping majestically as Coach slammed his god-like penis in and out of her slick pussy with all the bluntness of a prize stallion. Ivana’s clenched teeth and overwhelmed expression made Jenny chuckle with delight. Jenny had never seen Ivana look so uncertain, so thoroughly overpowered, as she did in that moment.
“Careful, baby” said Jenny, “I think you’re about to break her.”
“AH! AAAH! OH SHUT UP JEN-GAAAAAH!”
“Dats the plan.”
Ivana was interrupted by the act of her pussy being thoroughly dove into by Coach’s immense black member. Black, caught in the throes of his fucking, gripped Ivana with both hands at her well-defined shoulders, pulling her into his stroke and hitting the back of her pussy.
“GRRRRAAAAH!” growled Coach, feeling the deepest part of the hot housewife.
“AAAAAAH, JESUS!”
“That’s right, bitch! All the way in.”
Coach let the brunt of him linger inside the Swallows woman, taming her tight pussy to the shape and depth of his big black cock. With his hands at her shoulders, Ivana’s body was arched into a cat pose, her back muscles flaring as he gripped her.
Ivana’s pussy creamed and caused her to shudder uncontrollably atop Jenny.
“Hahaha, pitiful!” mocked Jenny below, adding to the brunette’s collapse by grabbing her dark nipples and squeezing them between her thumb and index fingers.
This caused Black to arch an eyebrow.
“Oh?” said Black, his gaze settling on Jenny’s blue eyes. “Who the hell you think you laughin at?”
“Well...I-I uh…” Jenny stammered.
“You don’t think you can get this work too?”
Coach withdrew the long stretch of his meat from the thoroughly soaked insides of Swallows. Damn, thought Coach, bitch’s pussy don’t wanna let go. Indeed, much like the woman herself, Swallows’ pussy was tense and uncompromising, her insides clenching at his big veiny cock as if it refused to let him leave. When the deed was finally done, Coach able to pull himself out of her tight honeypot, Instantly Ivana noted feeling empty without all that dark nigger dick in her. It made her angry, but her body was still shaking from her last climax.
“Uh-oh...” said Jenny, barely able to hold back a smile as Black readied his big black cock at the entrance of her pussy.
“I dunno how many time I’mma have to train you and this tight white pussy....but got-dammit--”
The sudden influx of black inches shot into Jenny’s wet pink slit.
“Ooooooooh!” the blonde cried out.
“You gon learn, today!”
And Black went back to work. This time on the hot blonde. Coach showed as much mercy to Jenny as he did Ivana with his strokes, holding back nothing as he lifted and threw his muscular frame on the blonde goddess below him.
*WHAP! WHAP! WHAM! BLAP!*
Jenny’s thick thighs were spread eagle, giving her black god as much open room to fuck her as he need.
“YES! YES! YEEEES! JEEZUS, COACH!”
Jenny moaned and groaned as Coach threw inch after veiny ebony inch belly deep into her hot insides, going so deep that Ivana - still atop Jenny - could feel the motion of Coach’s cock hitting inside the woman’s womb where their tight tummies touched. Sweet lord, thought Ivana, feeling the force of Coach’s cock even when not fucking him, how’d he not break me in two with that thing?
Jenny’s pussy was better trained in taking big black cocks, Coach Black’s especially. He stroked the blonde deep and hard, fighting down the urge to blow his load inside the woman with each rich descent. Hang in there, nigga! Just hang in there! He thought. Ivana and Jenny were easily two of the most intense white women he’d ever fucked. His balls were now full to the point he suspected they held about a little of seed between the two of them. While his cock was balls deep in the struggle of taming the blonde, Black’s fingers kept busy by playing with Ivana’s slick pussy. He’d done well in unleashing his fury on the brunette. For the first time (possibly ever) Ivana was left silent. For a moment Black thought the bitchy nurse might have passed out from that last volley, but soon caught her familiar moans rising as his fingers probed and prodded at her.
“AH! AH! OOH! OOOOOH!” continued Jenny, getting all that full-bodied black dick that her stunning frame could take (and then some).
“GUH! UNG! UNG! UUNG!” grunted and groaned the athletics instructor, controlling his breath and energy of ‘in through the nose, out through the mouth’. Having at Coxville, as Coach Black learned full well, required a certain discipline. An almost superhuman mental control to NOT lose one’s load prematurely in the face of such stunning figures, ample parts and gorgeous facial features. And the added fervor between two women in contest (especially for big black dick) made the challenge all the more harrowing.
Black heard and felt Jenny cum once, twice, three times more, before withdrawing and shoving himself back into Ivana.
“Oh my gawd, you evil black basta--” Ivana began to curse, her sweet gash unprepared for another volley of black dick.
“You shush and get all this nigga dick” commanded Black.
“OOOOOooooooh, SHIT!” Ivana wailed.
*BAM! BAP! BLAP! BLAP!* Black’s cock raged, laying claim to the woman’s sex. Oh ma gaawed!, thought Ivana, this is the kind of sex I should have been having for YEARS now! It wasn’t that Ivana regretted marrying her George. She was simply kicking herself for NOT acting on her gut and making Black hers sooner.
“Yeah! YEAH! GET IT!” barked Coach, gripping Ivana by her asscheeks and loving the sight of her jiggling mounds as her crashed into her again and again, before switching back into Jenny’s sweet hole.
Both women’s cries rose to a crescendo, their orgasms coming mere seconds apart now. Coach was timing his strokes expertly, working each woman up to the point of explosion before switching back to the other. He’d do this to not only satisfy both women, but to give his loins just those few extra moments to recover between poundings. Just gotta hold out, he thought, swapping between Jenny’s thick open thighs back to Ivana’s bubbly tanned booty. And the wailing continued to rise in the steamy bedroom of the Swallows house. Both women’s competition for claim over Coach Black taking their toll on the man’s ever-tingling testicles.
“Oh god, YES COACH!”
“FUCK ME!”
“OOOOooh, YES! DEEP, JUST LIKE THAT!”
“Nooo, give it back!”“Fuck off, Jenny! Keep going, stud!”
“AH! AHHH! OOOh, SHIT!”
"Oh lord, I'm cumming again! Aaaaah!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE NIGGER DICK, COOOACH!"
“MORE! MO~RE!”
Just. Gotta. Hold. Out
...
Just. Gotta. Hold. Out
Was the mantra that Richard Black repeated in his head, over and over again in tandem with each hard bounce Anya White made in his lap. Her toned curvy body motioned up and down atop him, the plump twin mounds of her ass popping up and down on the vast stretch of his cock. Anya had both her toned arms outstretched to the head of the couch, bracing herself for each plop she made onto Richard’s hard body. Of the three women, the black haired beauty was the most ravenous when it came to fucking.
“UMP! AH! UMNP! AH! AH UNG!” writhed the wild Russian, behind clenched teeth which gave her an almost animalistic quality.
“Oh! AH! AGH! DAYUM!” came from Richard in equally strained grunts.
Anya’s jet black hair cascaded behind her back as should jumped up and down on Richard’s black meaty cudgel. Her super wet pussy gobbled him all the way down to the balls.
“Da! Daaa! Is so, good!” Anya wailed, the rapture in her voice giving away how badly she’d been wanting a go at that huge dark pole.
“Hell, yeah!” replied Richard, his words half muffled by Anya’s huge breasts wedged in his face. When they weren’t bouncing majestically up and down with her strides, they were mashed into the Black man’s face.
“YA mog by yezdit' na bol'shoy chernyy petukh ves' den' i noch' , vy krasivyy d'yavol ! < I could ride your big black cock all day and night, you handsome devil! >” yelled Anya, almost triumphantly at the most recent orgasm she’d achieved atop that monster cock.
“Seychas, seychas. Eto bylo by nespravedlivo po svoim druz'yam.” < Now, now. That wouldn’t be fair to your friends > Replied Richard, gripping the woman at the thighs in an attempt to reign her fierce riding.
On the surface, Richard appeared as cool and collected as he ever was. Inside however, the man was on the verge of a small nuclear meltdown. Anya’s pussy, much like her two girlfriends, was a thing of wonder. It went deeper -- deeper than the big blonde or the redhead -- for he was able to bury all of himself inside her. But, lord above, her walls were among the most narrow he’d ever felt! Each crash of their bodies he felt his big black cock running against the woman’s insides. Richard wasn’t quite sure where the hot White woman was putting it all. Curvy though she was, Anya’s body (on the outside at least) looked like it wouldn’t have been able to take half of him inside such a tight and taut frame, let alone balls deep!
Sammy and Bianca were caught up in tasting each other’s lips and using their fingers to please one another at the right side of the couch. They laughed and moaned into each other’s mouths, occasionally breaking eye contact from each other to observe their fellow housewife’s effort atop the big black stud.
“Oooooh, look at her go” giggled Sammy, her beautiful face half buried between Bianca’s immense milky white breasts.
“Careful not to hurt yourself on that thing, sweetie.”
Anya only reply to the two women were continued groans and howling as rode Richard harder. The prospect of being watched turned Anya on perhaps most of all. She hadn’t realized how much she liked having an audience while she fucked and sucked big black dicks. It was something that wouldn’t escape her notice ever again.
“Da! Daaa, Richard! More! MORE!”
Anya was reaching critical mass on Richard’s big black cock. Her hot insides were swallowing him up in full, and the hot juices seeping from her body were running down his balls.The sensation of liquids and hard strides of the White woman was driving Black mad. He’d have to think of something, fast, if he hoped to stay in this fight. Anya managed a few several more hard bounces in his lap before he finally decided to take control.
“More, huh?” Growled Richard. “You want more?”
In one motion, Richard lifted himself up from the red couch, still connected to the woman. He held her up into the air, half of his big black rod inside her. He gripped Anya at the bubbly mounds of her ass cheeks and wasted no time going to work. Hefting Anya in the air, he furiously began to fuck her in a standing cradle position.
*BLAP! BAM! BLAM! BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
“OH! BOZHE MOI! OH DA! DA, RICHA-AAAAGH!*
Anya was light as a feather in his hands, which made the manhandling of the wild black haired hottie easier. Richard, in a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, blasted upward into Anya’s sweet european pussy. He could feel her insides tighten in the onset of yet another climax. She was wailing like a banshee in his arms, she threw her toned arms around Richard’s broad chiseled shoulders to brace herself for the pounding.
“GRRRRR, HELL YEAH!” Replied Richard, the ease on his own body reviving his confidence in this three fold struggle. “Get it, you sexy bitch!”
Sammy and Bianca cooed and laughed at the sight of their girlfriend being bludgeoned in mid-air by the big black nigger and his monstrous cock.
“Uh-oh” chuckled Bianca, “looks like you’ve awoken the giant with all that hard fucking, Anya dear.”
“GAH! AH! AAAH! AH! DAA! SO! GOOD! AAAAH!”
“You! UNG! Damn! UNG! Right! UNG!!!!” Added Richard, hefting the woman with an almost superhuman strength and pounding her where she was held.
*BLAP! BLAP! BLAP! BLAM*
The pair on the couch laughed at the wailing moans of Anya being slain in mid air.
“Ha-ha! I don’t know if she can take much more of that, Richard”, said Sammy. “She’s turning redder than my hair.”Indeed, Anya’s lily white face had gone a deep shade of red from the ruthless mid-air pounding she was taking. Her cheeks had gone a deep rosy shade that made her look like a life-sized Russian doll.
“AH! AH! DON’T STOP! KEEP FUCKING ME! GAAAH!”
Anya moaned and carried air all throughout the epic pounding. As the mid-air slam continued, Bianca and Sammy rounded the active pair from the red couch, wanting a better/closer view of the action. The flaring of Richard’s muscles as he threw himself into Anya again and again didn’t escape Sammy’s notice. From below, the lithe redhead gripped at the built Black man’s ass and thick thighs. Bianca almost immediately zeroed in on Richard’s big woman-soaked balls. Oh my gawd, those dark fruits look so juicy and swollen, she thought. She couldn’t resist putting her mouth back on those dark cum-filled testicles.Foregoing the risk of being hit by Anya’s big bobbing ass, Bianca went back to sucking Richard’s balls.
“Mmm! Mmmph! Mmmm!” she mouthed as she went from orb to orb, sneaking in a lick or kiss on Anya’s occupied pussy and puckered anus when she found herself in a position to.
Richard could feel the big booty blonde doing her part below, and the lightning bolts of pleasure darting from his loins to the rest of his body forced him to slow his pace in breaking the raven haired beauty. Damn, these bitches are a problem when they work together like this, thought Richard. He had to get away, and fast, before he blew his load all inside Anya and showered Bianca. Thinking fast, Richard about-faced from the two women beneath him. With Anya still in his grip, he motioned back over to the couch in two large strides. He could feel and hear his left nut escape Bianca’s sweet mouth with a tight *POP!* sound. He ignored what might have been a sound of protest from the blonde valkyrie of a woman at being denied those big black fruits as he half body-slammed Anya back onto the couch.
“Ooooh, what’s this?” said Anya, playfully.
Richard’s dick half-hung out of her as he towered above her, stilled connected at their respective parts.
“You’ve more for me, baby?” said Anya, an almost mocking tone in her sultry foreign accent.
“Oh yeah, I some more for ya alright”
And from above, Richard plowed downward into the woman.
“AAAAAH, FUCK!” she cried, Richard’s big nigger cock instantly burying itself into the deepest parts of her.
Richard bucked and barreled his way into the woman’s hot white pussy. All that veiny black meat was thrown into and then withdrawn to near the tip with each stroke. Anya looked up in amazement at the sight of all that black monster cock invade and retreating from her body. If she hadn’t had such stark memories of her taking the elusive Mr.Brooks’ god-like cock in such a similar way, she’d never would have believed herself capable of such a feat.
“YES! YEEEES! OH, MY! DAAA!” the White woman carried on with each long stroke. “I feel in my stomach!” cried Anya, indeed seeing the bulge that Richard’s cock was making with each deep descent into her, each stroke distorting her flexed abs.
“I think that’s what they call getting in those guts, Annie” added Sammy, who spoke from personal experience.
“DAAA! In guts for sure! AAAAHH!”
Anya had first hand knowledge of the power of black cock.Had taken it in full the night of Brooks’ party. And while she’d walked away from that bout (mostly) intact, she half worried that Richard -- towering above her like an over muscled African god -- would split her in two with all that dark meat. Behind the howling pair, Sammy and Bianca watched with a similar question on their minds. Goodness, thought Bianca, he’s gonna break her in half if he keeps that up. The thrill of seeing her dark haired friend being destroyed by such a big black cock got Bianca’s sex seeping anew. From her vantage, she saw Richard’s rock hard ass, chisled thighs and calves and strong back working overtime atop her friend. She saw the back of Richard’s big black balls and the brunt of his veiny black cock bury itself into the screaming Russian, and it filled her with raw want.Anya looks so good getting pounded by such a big black cock, thought Sammy, her pink pussy responding in kind at the same sight. The want of more settled over the two of them. Silently, they both knew they’d need another go at Coach Black’s twin brother sooner rather than later. Sammy had still been coming down from her relentless ride atop that black bull, and Bianca’s thighs were still screaming from when she’d been working her epic curves on all that strong black dick.
Anya’s slutty screams and sporadic Russian callings sparked a bit of jealousy between the blonde and the red head. Anya’s such a cock-whore, they thought in unison, watching Richard slam her from above and observing the toothy look of extasy on Anya’s face.
< “AH! AAAGH! DA, RICHARD! BALLS DEEP! LIKE THAT! AAAAH!” >
< “YOU KNOW IT, BABY! GRR! YOU KNOW IT! >
Richard had hefted himself just a bit higher upon the sexy black haired bitches’ body. He’d placed his big hands on the underside of her thighs, spreading her wide and allowing his long dark cock to go as deep as he could. Missionary position had eased some of the tension that had been mounting in the man’s loins. Anya’s sexy facial expressions and animalistic noises were still creeping up on his want to cum, but thus far he’d been able to press the urge down. However, he could feel the gaze of the other two women behind him. He could feel their desire without even looking at him. He’d have to keep up this pace for each woman until he knew they’d been decisively slain. Looking down at Anya, he was -- more or less -- certain he’d left the sexy Russian dick drunk. He’d been going belly-deep into her in good measure for a while now,and knew by her increasingly desperate screams she’d been satisfied. I gotta do this two more times, thought Richard. He looked behind himself then, and saw the ginger and blonde standing not two feet behind him. The entranced look in their beautiful eyes half-startled him, and he withdrew from Anya abruptly.
“Alright, mister!” fussed Sammy, pulling him away from Anya at the shoulder. “You’ve given Anya more than her turn.”
“That’s right” Bianca concurred, sliding down to her knees and Richard’s drenched black penis in a speed that didn’t quite match the woman’s solid build. “You’ve got two other famished ladies to feed.”
As if on queue, Sammy also dropped to her knees before the buff Black man. Both women went back to sucking Richard off. Bianca had a mouthful of Richard’s cockhead in her mouth, while Sammy switched between the underside of his cock and his immensely swollen balls.
“We’re gonna just clean this thing off, and then you’re gonna fill us up with more of this monster, ya hear?” added Sammy.
"You're going to give us the same treatment you gave Anya, Mr. Black" said Bianca, in her sultry authortative tone.
Aside from groan at the magic of the two hotwives mouth, all Richard could muster in terms of speech was,
“Oh damn...don’t I know it…”
…
The competition waged on in the Swallows’ bedroom. Coach Black swapped his dark pole slickly between the two raving white women.
*SCHLIP* BLAM! BLAP! PLAP!*
Was the audible tone of the muscular Black man throwing all inches of himself into the the prostrated blonde and brunette before him.
“Oh, JEEZUS!” cried Ivana, getting stuffed to brim from behind.
“NNNNG, FUUUCK!” wailed Jenny, throwing her head back in rapture upon feeling Black fill the back of her womb.
Coach Black’s body was coated in slick sweat and womanly juices. His brows were furrowed in deep concentration.
“So DEEP!” moaned Ivana.
Black was forced to keep his mind on several tasks at once: knocking the backs out of both babes, in equal measure, while not allowing himself to get too worked up to where he’d lose his load. The feat was nigh impossible. Looking down at the sight of both women -- Ivana and her glorious tanned bubble butt and Jenny deliciously thick thighs and huge wafting breasts -- and seeing their stunning naked forms collapsed upon one another in a sweaty writhing mass would have been enough to push any many to his breaking point. But feeling both women’s incredibly tight insides on top of it? More than once, Black had surprised himself with his capacity to endure such spirited fucking.
When the women weren’t calling out to god and cussing up a storm in orgasm, they were eyeing each other in the fires of challenge.
“He’s gonna cum in me any second now!” said Ivana, her tone in the manner of a threat.
“In your dreams, bitch!” Jenny barked back. “All the cum in those big nigger balls are gonna blow for ME!”
The two women, face-to-face and nose-to-nose carried on with their insults and open hostility towards one another. The fire in both green and blue eyes burned on as their body parts collided with the towering negro again and again and again. Ivana’s tactic of clenching her pussy on Coach long thick cock proved a problem for Jenny. With Ivana having more leverage on top, she could better control the sway of their three-way. Coach soon found himself unable to pull out with as much ease as before.
Damn! This bitch’s pussy ain’t letting me go! Coach realized with a start. Ivana’s glorious bubble butt was gobbling his big black cock to near the balls, and would only allow him to retract about half his length. It was an unexpected skill which Ivana had -- thus far -- kept silent. If asked, the bitchy nurse would likely not have known she was even capable of such a feat. In any case, Black found himself unable to pull out of the Swallows woman. After several moments had gone without being filled, Jenny became eager.
“Give it back!” Jenny moaned.
“NNnnnnG!” was all Coach Black could muster, his cock being devoured in all that tight white pussy.
“Ha-ha!” Ivy chuckled, an evil little tin as she backed herself up on Coach’s imense member. “Guess Coach knows when he’s in a good thing, Jen!”
Ivana added to the insult by wobbling her fat ass cheeks upon feeling the V shape of Coach’s hips.
“Ooooooh!” she cooed, letting every fat veiny brush against her inner walls. “How’s that, Black? Nice and deep on this massive cock.”“Oooooh, dayum!” Coach cried out from under clenched teeth. Ivana was showing no mercy.
Against his better judgement, Black looked down at the sight. Indeed, Ivana Swallows had backed herself all the way up onto his length, her pussy eating him whole! She bobbing and shaking her big lucious ass from left to right, teasingly.
“G-DA--” was all Coach mustered before Ivana took the feat one step further and started bucking her ass cheeks up and down, boucing on his already engulfed wang. “Damnit, Ivana!” called Jenny in protest, feeling what was going on rather than seeing it. “Get your second rate pussy off Coach and pass the dick to me!”
“Aaaah! Ah! This feel like ‘second rate’ pussy to you, Coach?”
Another hard clench on Coach’s big nigger dick. Ivana half-lifted herself up from the bed, her arms propped lined straight up and her back perfectly arched. Her tricep and lower back muscles took on an incredible flex that Coach Black - as an atheletics expert - noted to be ideal. Ivana was going in for the kill, and her pace quickened on Coach’s trapped cock. He could feel the juices running along the expanse of him, as well as an increasing spill of drops from his engored urethra.
Bitch ain’t playin, she’s aims to bounce this big ol’ ass on me til I burst! Coach thought. A bit of alarm struck him. Not being able to pull his cock out meant that -- when the time came -- he’d have no choice but to come inside the bitchy brunette. The prospect of cumming inside the Swallows woman didn’t strike him as particularly unpleasant, but the worry of what could result from that eruption had not (not even while caught in the throes of lust) escaped his notice.
This big black cock is all mine, thought Ivana, covetingly bouncing and throwing her gorgeous body back on Coach’s meat. The increasing look of worry on Jenny’s face spurred Ivana onward. Every furrowed crease in the blonde bitch’s brow making Ivana want to fuck the black stud harder and harder.
“UMPH! UMPH! UUUMPH! YES! YES!” Ivana hollered, throwing herself backwards and wobbloing her ass on Jenny’s man.
“OOOh, SHIT!” belted Coach as Ivana upped her tempo. “WORK DAT SHIT!”
At this, Ivana’s evil smile curled onto her beautiful features. And work she did. Her bubbly ass cheeks and tight snatch keeping all twelve plus inches of the Black buried and very much occupied. She motioned back and forth, up and down. Harder and harder she went, and each passing moment drove Coach closer and closer to the brink.
*SMACK!* Came the sound of Coach Black’s big hand as it slapped Ivana’s right butt cheek, the resulting jiggle reminding him of the jello they served in the school cafeteria.
“Oh, my!” squeaked Ivana.
A large hand print was left in the space where Coach had struck. While Coach’s big nigger cock was ensnared in Ivana’ honey trap, his other hand was occupied in rubbing down Jenny’s neglected pink pussy. Though distressed at the sight of Ivana having at her man with impunity, she was still soaking wet. Her body couldn’t deny the sight of her dark haired ‘friend’ and her dark skinned boyfriend going at it like animals turned her on something fierce. Flat on her back where she lay, Ivana straddled above her, Jenny had an ideal view of the slam-fucking pair from below. Ivana’s abs, hip flexers, thighs and arms were working ovetime trying to keep Coach in her tight clutches.
Behind Ivana, Coach looked to be going just as hard, with his abs, shoulders and arms were flexed in a way that made him look like a black skinned Incredible Hulk. Wedged belly-deep into her nemesis, it left Jenny torn with how aroused verses how angered the sight of them together made her. The subtle lift of Ivana’s left arm as she draped it over Coach’s chisled shoulder near sent Jenny into a blind rage, contradicted by her body’s urge to cum. Ivana’s hand rested at Coach’s chin, making the naked pair look a tad too romantic -- too much like a couple ‘making love’ - as her hand rested on his imaculate goatie. Ivana’s bicep flexed in tense response to his gripping her bubble butt and smacking her ass. Ivana yelp, tensed and her green eyes flashed with surprise before her face curled into her evil little smile.
“Oooh! You big dick bastard.” Ivana purred, just before planting her full lips onto Coach’s.
A pang of heartbreak struck Jenny a split second before another orgasm. Coach’s fingers were still imbedded into Jenny moist slit, probing her in concert with his deep plunges into Ivy. Jenny, stunned by her climax, could do not but lie there, her thick thighs spread yet vacant, whille that dark haired bitch shoved her tongue down HER MAN, HER COACH’S throat! It was a confusing thing, arousal and jealousy. Jenny’s body could no more deny the two looked hot together. Couldn’t deny it any more than she could Coach’s huge yummy nigger cock into her sweet white pussy. This went for several moments, which ran all too long for the neglected blonde, before the tempo rose once again into hot aggression.
After the kiss, Ivana went back to bucking on Coach’s ensnared black snake. Ivana, in a further attempt to establish dominance, planted her hands flat on Jenny’s sculpted abs. She was using the blonde’s body as a plank to maintain her position. Jenny caught the meaning behind his gesture a split second before Ivana spoke.
“UNG! UNG! See, Jen” Ivana said, looking down at the cock-hungry blonde with her familiar chesire’s smirk, “you can -AH!- be good for something -UNG, SHIT!-. Shaking and shimmiing her hips on Coach, Ivana Swallows went for broke on that huge monster cock.
It had proven exceedingly hard (literally) to break the man she -once upon a time- would have classified as ‘all show and no blow’. Sure, he’s handsome (I guess), she’d sometimes confess in her most private moments, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he turned out to be a two-pump-chump in bed. This used to be Ivana’s thoughts on the Black man while watching him saunter down the halls of Coxville High. His chest-puffing and arrogant manner always struck Ivy as a sign of overblown machismo. Style without substance. That was then. Now, she was bent over before the black stud, cumming repeatedly all over his huge chocolate cock. Hell, Ivana couldn’t even hold back the urge to kiss the man on those big coco lips any longer. He’d made her sweat, moan, yelp and groan like a bitch in heat, and STILL the man hadn’t shown signs of breaking under her epic bod yet. I know George wouldn’t be able to take half of what I’ve been throwing at him, she thought, comparing her doting husband to this big bruiser and the third arm between his legs.
The brunette nurse (though she’d be hard pressed to openly admit it) was smitten with the man. Black’s immense testicles smacking against the lowest part of her tight tummy with each deep stroke only further drove home (literally) the message - at long last - Coach Black was her ideal man. A prize male specimen that deserved ONLY a prime female specimen to match.
Jenny Summers, literally below her at that moment, couldn’t match her. No way! Coach Black would be Ivana Swallows’ prize bull! And, as went the rules of nature and the wild, Ivana would trump Jenny through physical contest. By proving herself to be the superior mate for this big black brama. She’d fuck his cock until it blew all over (inside) her and let Jenny know - once and for all - who the real Queen of Coxville, was! Ivana took her hips and bubblicious booty and went even harder.
“Ah, damn! Oooh, SHIT!” called Black, his resolve cracking with each relentless *SMACK! PLAP! BLAP* of their bodies colliding. Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought, frantically trying to place his mind elsewhere to hold on. Bitch is tryin to break it OFF!
“*HUFF! HUFF! HUFF!* was the sound of Ivana’s breathy moans as she attacked. This is it! She thought, feeling the man inside her belly hardening further. He’s gonna blow! She added in triumph.
*WHAP! BLAP! BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
“FUCK, baby!” growled Coach through gritted teeth. He gripped Ivana’s hips for dear life, while she rose her arms up and over her head, her hands gripping Coach’s face. A mocking victory pose to the big-tittied blonde beneath her.
“Ahhhhh, SHIT!” Roared Coach, his body tensing in what was going to be one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever felt.
And then--
…
Bianca Blackwood and Sammy Spitzmen were both still at their knees, making a proper mess of Richard Black’s huge piece of meat.
*SCHLOP! SMOCK! SCH~URLP! SMOCK! SCHLOP! SLU~RP! POP!
“Mmm!Mm!Mmm!MM!”mumbled and mouthed Bianca at Richard’s humungous cock-head.
“*SMOCK! SMOCK! POP!*” follow Sammy at Richard’s immense black balls. Each wet release was marked by a loud *POP!* along with the sexy O of Sammy’s mouth as she looked up at Richard, appraising his reaction with her sexy green eyes.
“You were both famished, I can see” said Richard, his head looking down at the expert babe’s head-giving skills. “Your husbands must be very happy men”.
“*SCHURLP!** Psh!” Bianca scoffed, “My husband doesn’t meet you by even half, dear”.
“Dito to that” added Sammy from below, “I can fit both my husband’s balls in my mouth, no sweat. But you?” Sammy sucked hard on Richard’s left ball, taking it into her slick maw by half before letting go with another loud *POP!* for emphasis. “See! I can barely get one *SMOCK!*.”
While Sammy went for another pass at the right ball, Blackwood vigorously shook the first six inches of Richard’s black snake in her lovely mouth, her bangs wafting with the act. For such a cultured and elegant woman, the motion made the big bootied blonde look like a dog shaking a juicy piece of meat.
God! Blackwood thought, I’ve got goosebumps!.
Over on the couch, the freshly broken Anya White was still lying on her back, her legs spread. After the pounding she’d taken, she was up for the a quick breather before rejoining the fray. She was steadily massaging her well-beaten womanhood while watching the blonde and redhead messily work the Black twin over. God, they looks sooo good slurping on that monster cock! She thought. The two hotwives’ mouths were watering freely as sucked and splutered at him, appearing to almost fight over who’d wet that big nigger dick up next. It filled Anya with a perverse sense of pride watching her beautiful lily white ‘sisters’ slurp and suckle at all that black cock. Richard’s powerfully built and well-toned body towering over them. A ebony skinned master standing before his two gorgeous white slaves. The perverted thought sent tingles throughout her senses, thinking of she and her fellow housewives as the Black man’s property. It was the second time she’d found herself in a situation where a negro was issuing commands and displaying authority with the humongous cudgel between their legs.
Her tryst with Mr.Brooks had proved no different. He’d broken her for almost the entire night. Slammed and stroked her senseless in about every position conceivable before adding his equally gorgeous personal assistant - Ms. Adela Laveau (the black woman’s stunning beauty and figure STILL made Anya weak in the knees) - to the game and giving her the same treatment. Anya had willingly given him her boobs and pussy and lavished in being pounded into multiple orgasms by the incredibly sexy and suave mogul. Anya saw a similar power within Richard, though the Black man appeared to be a fair bit more easy-going in style and personality.
Observing him, his dark brows furrowed and his white teeth bore at Bianca and Sammy sucking and slobbering on his manhood, she could feel the heat of her own body rising in want for more of him. They’re just so damn sexy, these black men! She thought. It was around that time that Anya White began thinking that moving to Coxville County, USA was about the best decision she’d made.
“Mmm! Mm! Mmm! Mmm!” continued Bianca, speeding up her sucks. Her cheeks hollowed as she pull on her piece of meat.
Just below her, Sammy was making a small game of balancing Richard’s huge testicles on her chin. Richard’s hands were meanwhile occupied with two handfuls of white titty meat. His right gripped (as best it could) the immense right breast of Bianca. His left teased at the budded pink nipple of Sammy’s smaller (yet still impressive) left tit.
“All the same, you girls are doing a HELL of a job. I’m gonna have to find some way to repay you.”
*SCHLOP! GURK! SCHLOP! GURK! SCHURLP!*
“You want to keep us happy?” Came Bianca’s low sultry voice from below. “Then keep this rod raised high.”
Richard looked down at the big blonde, their eyes meeting in raw lust.
“Shouldn’t be too hard to do with you three”, replied Richard.
Bianca’s head bobbed several more times on Richard’s big black cock, her eyes never pulling away from Richard, before--
“Oh, really? You don’t fool me. I know semen when I taste it, Mr.Black. You’ve been dripping like a faucet for some time now.”
Richard had to laugh a bit at Blackwood’s observation. Here he’d thought he’d been doing a rather bang-up job of keeping his load from erupting. But, evidently, the curvaceous school teacher was more astute than he’d originally thought.
“Not that I’m complaining, you taste delicious. But...you sure us girls aren’t too much for you? You’re not about to blow”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, Mrs.Blackwood” a assuring joviality in his tone. “This geyser won’t blow til I give it the go-ahead.”
“Mmmmm...that’s gonna be one hell of a sight” said Sammy, just unclamping her mouth from Richard’s balls, “These big ol’ nuts feel full to the point of burstin’”You don’t know the half thought Richard.
...
Coach Black would have sworn it the end, his cock pulsing with the onset of a long held orgasm. However, at the last moment, Jenny had shifted her body and pivoted hard right. The motion broke Ivana’s rhythm and caused her bodacious backside to lift up too high, pulling itself up and off Black’s giant angry nigger cock. The coating of Ivana’s womanly juices made Black’s cock slick enough to where it was able to twist and free itself from her intensely tight quim.
“AAAH, NO! FUCK!” hollered Ivana, open anguish in her voice at the loss of all that big black meat.
“Grrr, SHIT!” belted Coach, his dick freeing and plopping itself on the tops of her tanned bubble butt.
SHIT! I was so close! Thought Ivana. The thought instantly bloomed into frustration and anger. Anger at the blonde bitch beneath her who’d stolen her victory, her ownership of Coach Black and his humongous black pipe.
“You did that on purpose, bitch!” Ivana hissed. Jenny was still beneath her, half-turned and openly smiling white teeth up at the livid brunette.
“You were taking too long, and Coach was getting bored.”
“Grrr, SHIT!” belted Coach, his dick freeing and plopping itself on the tops of her tanned bubble butt.
SHIT! I was so close! Thought Ivana. The thought instantly bloomed into frustration and anger. Anger at the blonde bitch beneath her who’d stolen her victory, her ownership of Coach Black and his humongous black pipe.
“You did that on purpose, bitch!” Ivana hissed. Jenny was still beneath her, half-turned and openly smiling white teeth up at the livid brunette.
“You were taking too long, and Coach was getting bored.”
“Getting bor--, why you!”
Ivana lifted her left hand in preparation for a strike, a fist balled in preparation for a descent.
“No, no!” came Coach’s booming voice.
An instant later his large dark hand was gripping the thin white wrist of Ivana’s arm, holding her back from delivering the blow. Jenny, her curvy hips cocked up into Ivana’s crotch, gyrated and brushed up and down with excitement and irksome glee. Jenny reveled in the look on Ivana’s face. So frustrated and drained of what would have surely been a victory.
“No hittin’” said Coach, using his superior strength to hold Ivy back.
Gentle but firm, her pulled Ivana to the side, off of Jenny and onto the mattress of the bed, its sheets having long been fucked free of their confines.
“Gotta be better than that, dear” added Jenny, sticking her tongue out at Ivana as Coach then approached her, still turned to her side.
“No hittin...unless it’s like this.”
Coach Black used his large right hand to grip Jenny by the meaty cup of her left ass cheek, the shiny round booty meat looking like marshmallow in the clutches of a big black giant’s grip. Coach, in one motion, spread her ass cheek, exposing the sweet pink slit just beyond. He used his other hand to grip his immense nigger dick into the desperate pink hole, her juices giving him no resistance. A long *schlip* sound came, just before Coach’s big black dick was buried into the Summers woman.
“Ooooooh FUCK, baby!” cried Jenny, angling herself towards the towering Black. Her shoulder and arm muscles flexed as she leaned into as close as she could to HER man. Coach Black leaned forward, his muscular chest and arms flaring as he proceeded to give Jenny swift and deep strokes, allowing his huge member only to retreat from her pussy at the halfway mark. His face was but inches from Jenny’s and the Summers woman took no time in pressing her lips to his. It was gesture of force. Taking back what had been threatened with theft. Jenny’s tongue flicked about in Coach’s mouth, brushing her tongue against his as if intending to swallow it whole.
Ivana, her parts beaten but still desperate for more, could do not but watch in silent agony as Jenny stabbed her claim of the Black man home. When Jenny’s lips were planted on Coach’s she was laying small fervent kisses on the shiny sweat top of his bald head. She threw an arm around his chiseled shoulders to brace herself for his depth as he plunged into, balls deep and without warning.
*PLAP! PLAP! BLAP! PLAP!* came the sound of them connecting, every other collision causing Jenny to yelp and holler with delight. Gripping at Coach’s body as he hit the deepest part of her in the way only he could.
“Oh! Oh! Ooooh, YES! You! Fuck! Me! Sooo~ Good!” she wailed.
“Goddamnit!” cried Coach in response, Jenny insides were squeezing him almost as tightly as Ivana’s were!
By far, this was Coach Black’s most intense fuck yet. He’d almost exploded countless times and could only chalk not blowing a gallon of his seed into the intense brunette’s womb up to luck and Jenny Summer’s unwillingness to share him. It was a near-miss the towering black Coach was silently grateful for. The two women were acting as their worst enemies. This went to Coach’s benefit. His parts screamed at the thought of what would happen if both women ever decided to put aside their feud and work together in tackling his big black cock. It was an idea that made him near climax right there inside Jenny. Summers and Swallows working together. It’d be a duo that no man in the county (hell, anywhere) would be able to last against for long. As far as Coach was concerned, the two smoking hot white women were easier to handle as worst enemies, and god help the man who ever found himself bedding them both as allies.
...
In the Swallows’ living room the foursome rampage continued.
“Oh my--” belted Bianca Blackwood, as she was suddenly lifted from her knees by the large Black man.
Her world went topsy turvy as she was, in an incredible feat of speed and strength from Richard, hefted into the air and turned upside down! Her thick meaty thighs were planted on both Richard’s shoulders and he held the rest of her incredibly thick yet well toned bod in a standing 69 position. The feat came so fast that Sammy had but closed her eyes (gagging on Richard’s big black dick) and open them to shocking sight of the back Bianca’s golden mane staring her in the face. Bianca’s hair went wild loomed over the pert red head. The sight struck Sammy as surreal at first, her brain not instantly making sense of the sight.
“Oh goodness! You brute!” came Bianca in a half-hearted complaint.
“What the heck?” said Sammy, dropping Richard’s heavy stretch of meat from her mouth in awe.
Without another word, Richard buried his face between Bianca’s legs. Her sweet and natural musk reminded the Black man of honey, as did the taste of her as his tongue hit home.
“Ooooooh, my!” called out Bianca, her world turned upside down with delight.
“No, no!” came Coach’s booming voice.
An instant later his large dark hand was gripping the thin white wrist of Ivana’s arm, holding her back from delivering the blow. Jenny, her curvy hips cocked up into Ivana’s crotch, gyrated and brushed up and down with excitement and irksome glee. Jenny reveled in the look on Ivana’s face. So frustrated and drained of what would have surely been a victory.
“No hittin’” said Coach, using his superior strength to hold Ivy back.
Gentle but firm, her pulled Ivana to the side, off of Jenny and onto the mattress of the bed, its sheets having long been fucked free of their confines.
“Gotta be better than that, dear” added Jenny, sticking her tongue out at Ivana as Coach then approached her, still turned to her side.
“No hittin...unless it’s like this.”
Coach Black used his large right hand to grip Jenny by the meaty cup of her left ass cheek, the shiny round booty meat looking like marshmallow in the clutches of a big black giant’s grip. Coach, in one motion, spread her ass cheek, exposing the sweet pink slit just beyond. He used his other hand to grip his immense nigger dick into the desperate pink hole, her juices giving him no resistance. A long *schlip* sound came, just before Coach’s big black dick was buried into the Summers woman.
“Ooooooh FUCK, baby!” cried Jenny, angling herself towards the towering Black. Her shoulder and arm muscles flexed as she leaned into as close as she could to HER man. Coach Black leaned forward, his muscular chest and arms flaring as he proceeded to give Jenny swift and deep strokes, allowing his huge member only to retreat from her pussy at the halfway mark. His face was but inches from Jenny’s and the Summers woman took no time in pressing her lips to his. It was gesture of force. Taking back what had been threatened with theft. Jenny’s tongue flicked about in Coach’s mouth, brushing her tongue against his as if intending to swallow it whole.
Ivana, her parts beaten but still desperate for more, could do not but watch in silent agony as Jenny stabbed her claim of the Black man home. When Jenny’s lips were planted on Coach’s she was laying small fervent kisses on the shiny sweat top of his bald head. She threw an arm around his chiseled shoulders to brace herself for his depth as he plunged into, balls deep and without warning.
*PLAP! PLAP! BLAP! PLAP!* came the sound of them connecting, every other collision causing Jenny to yelp and holler with delight. Gripping at Coach’s body as he hit the deepest part of her in the way only he could.
“Oh! Oh! Ooooh, YES! You! Fuck! Me! Sooo~ Good!” she wailed.
“Goddamnit!” cried Coach in response, Jenny insides were squeezing him almost as tightly as Ivana’s were!
By far, this was Coach Black’s most intense fuck yet. He’d almost exploded countless times and could only chalk not blowing a gallon of his seed into the intense brunette’s womb up to luck and Jenny Summer’s unwillingness to share him. It was a near-miss the towering black Coach was silently grateful for. The two women were acting as their worst enemies. This went to Coach’s benefit. His parts screamed at the thought of what would happen if both women ever decided to put aside their feud and work together in tackling his big black cock. It was an idea that made him near climax right there inside Jenny. Summers and Swallows working together. It’d be a duo that no man in the county (hell, anywhere) would be able to last against for long. As far as Coach was concerned, the two smoking hot white women were easier to handle as worst enemies, and god help the man who ever found himself bedding them both as allies.
...
In the Swallows’ living room the foursome rampage continued.
“Oh my--” belted Bianca Blackwood, as she was suddenly lifted from her knees by the large Black man.
Her world went topsy turvy as she was, in an incredible feat of speed and strength from Richard, hefted into the air and turned upside down! Her thick meaty thighs were planted on both Richard’s shoulders and he held the rest of her incredibly thick yet well toned bod in a standing 69 position. The feat came so fast that Sammy had but closed her eyes (gagging on Richard’s big black dick) and open them to shocking sight of the back Bianca’s golden mane staring her in the face. Bianca’s hair went wild loomed over the pert red head. The sight struck Sammy as surreal at first, her brain not instantly making sense of the sight.
“Oh goodness! You brute!” came Bianca in a half-hearted complaint.
“What the heck?” said Sammy, dropping Richard’s heavy stretch of meat from her mouth in awe.
Without another word, Richard buried his face between Bianca’s legs. Her sweet and natural musk reminded the Black man of honey, as did the taste of her as his tongue hit home.
“Ooooooh, my!” called out Bianca, her world turned upside down with delight.
She’d never been eaten out like this before. He’s so strong! Bianca thought. The thick bodied blonde knew herself to be a heavy sort. Her meaty curves had always been a source of embarrassment, her mass and muscle always perceived as ‘fat’ in her mind. Her recent encounters with G-Spotz and now Richard however had given her a different take on her abundance of womanly curves however. She clamped her thick thighs at either side of Richard’s head, only half-worried of slipping from his grasp and breaking her head on the floor of the living room (possibly Sammy as well).She cooed and yelp as she felt Richard’s long tongue lap at her clit and probe her sex.
“Oooooh, goodness! Soooo good.”
“Mmmm, tasty” mouthed Richard from above.
“BB’s pussy taste good, da?” came Anya, still recovering from her pounding, but gently masturbaing herself to sight of the Black man holding up her blonde nordic sister as if she weight nothing.
His hands at her waist, Richard lapped and suckled at the sweet pearl of Bianca Blackwood. She creamed within moments, her screams echoing throughout the room. Sammy, still seated beneath the pair, went back to work on Richard’s balls. It was surreal to the ginger gym nut, having the inverted face of Bianca staring down at her as she worked Richard over. The two women fell into a rhythm. Bianca, starved for more black cock, lifted Richard’s hefty black member back into her mouth and began to suck savagely at it upside down.
*GLUCK! GLURK! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!* matched with Sammy’s continued popping and sputtered on those full black bull testicles. The two women went in earnest. The pleasure of their lips and tongues made Richard occasionally feel weak in the knees, his body near buckling as the women shared him.
“Incredible…” blurted Bianca, her face an absolute mess of spit and pre cum.
“Dang” came Sammy, filling her face with black cock til she turned red and veins half popped from her neck. She was trying to choke herself with all that black meat.
*GLURP! GLURK! GURK! GURK!*
Richard made Bianca’s big body quiver with rapture as he licked her eager twat, her juice and cream forming freely. Occasionally Richard would tease her tight balloon-top of a butthole with his tongue.
“OOF!” squeaked Bianca, “behave yourself, Richard” she jokingly reprimanded.
The smoking hot school teacher had had her ass thoroughly destroyed in the past. It was an intense feat which she wasn’t sure how she’d managed and wasn’t at all certain if she was prepared to do again. Gerald near killed me that first time, she thought. The notion of Richard taking her ass with this humongous python filled her a mixed fear and excitement at the challenge. Could I even take Richard up my ass? She wondered.
By the time Richard’s arms and shoulders had grown tired from holding up the thick-bootied blonde, he’d managed to calm his senses and screaming manhood. Good, I think I got a little more in me, he thought. The act had been done to buy himself precious recovery time. His manhood was still under constant assault from the women, but focusing his attention on eating out Blackwood delicious quim had taken his mind off blowing these women away with hot white semen.
As swift and skillfully as he had lifted her, Richard flipped the Blackwood woman over and back onto her feet. She needed a moment or two, reorienting herself with the ground and calming her tingling womanhood from Richard’s tongue lashing.
“Fuck me now, Richard!” came the bubbly Sammy. She all but leaped into the Black man’s arms, wrapping her legs around his chiseled hips.
Her taut bubble butt sawed Richard’s huge cock. Her arms were wrapped around the man’s shoulders and her face was all of inch away from his.
“Show me some more of that crazy strength ah yours, big daddy?”
It baffled Richard how the Spitzmen woman balanced sexy and cute so seemlessly. Her bubbly nature gave her the staple “girl next door” vibe, yet her craven love of cock (big black cock) made her ooze sensuality. The hoaky manner of her speech got him as hard as diamond. Sammy reached behind herself, her right hand gripping Richard’s long thick cock with force. She squeezed, hard.
“Ooooh, you black boys got the best dick” cooed Sammy, her mouth half planted on his as her stark green eyes gazed into his rich brown ones.
“Mmmm, tasty” mouthed Richard from above.
“BB’s pussy taste good, da?” came Anya, still recovering from her pounding, but gently masturbaing herself to sight of the Black man holding up her blonde nordic sister as if she weight nothing.
His hands at her waist, Richard lapped and suckled at the sweet pearl of Bianca Blackwood. She creamed within moments, her screams echoing throughout the room. Sammy, still seated beneath the pair, went back to work on Richard’s balls. It was surreal to the ginger gym nut, having the inverted face of Bianca staring down at her as she worked Richard over. The two women fell into a rhythm. Bianca, starved for more black cock, lifted Richard’s hefty black member back into her mouth and began to suck savagely at it upside down.
*GLUCK! GLURK! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!* matched with Sammy’s continued popping and sputtered on those full black bull testicles. The two women went in earnest. The pleasure of their lips and tongues made Richard occasionally feel weak in the knees, his body near buckling as the women shared him.
“Incredible…” blurted Bianca, her face an absolute mess of spit and pre cum.
“Dang” came Sammy, filling her face with black cock til she turned red and veins half popped from her neck. She was trying to choke herself with all that black meat.
*GLURP! GLURK! GURK! GURK!*
Richard made Bianca’s big body quiver with rapture as he licked her eager twat, her juice and cream forming freely. Occasionally Richard would tease her tight balloon-top of a butthole with his tongue.
“OOF!” squeaked Bianca, “behave yourself, Richard” she jokingly reprimanded.
The smoking hot school teacher had had her ass thoroughly destroyed in the past. It was an intense feat which she wasn’t sure how she’d managed and wasn’t at all certain if she was prepared to do again. Gerald near killed me that first time, she thought. The notion of Richard taking her ass with this humongous python filled her a mixed fear and excitement at the challenge. Could I even take Richard up my ass? She wondered.
By the time Richard’s arms and shoulders had grown tired from holding up the thick-bootied blonde, he’d managed to calm his senses and screaming manhood. Good, I think I got a little more in me, he thought. The act had been done to buy himself precious recovery time. His manhood was still under constant assault from the women, but focusing his attention on eating out Blackwood delicious quim had taken his mind off blowing these women away with hot white semen.
As swift and skillfully as he had lifted her, Richard flipped the Blackwood woman over and back onto her feet. She needed a moment or two, reorienting herself with the ground and calming her tingling womanhood from Richard’s tongue lashing.
“Fuck me now, Richard!” came the bubbly Sammy. She all but leaped into the Black man’s arms, wrapping her legs around his chiseled hips.
Her taut bubble butt sawed Richard’s huge cock. Her arms were wrapped around the man’s shoulders and her face was all of inch away from his.
“Show me some more of that crazy strength ah yours, big daddy?”
It baffled Richard how the Spitzmen woman balanced sexy and cute so seemlessly. Her bubbly nature gave her the staple “girl next door” vibe, yet her craven love of cock (big black cock) made her ooze sensuality. The hoaky manner of her speech got him as hard as diamond. Sammy reached behind herself, her right hand gripping Richard’s long thick cock with force. She squeezed, hard.
“Ooooh, you black boys got the best dick” cooed Sammy, her mouth half planted on his as her stark green eyes gazed into his rich brown ones.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee~!” she whined again and again.
She’s throwin a damn temper tantrum, thought Richard.
“Alright, alright” replied Rich.
She guided his long stretch of meat to the outside of her pussy, her lips soaked and ready for entry. Richard used one hand to lift the red head’s sweet booty up an inch or two, aligning his cock with her pussy. “Since you asked so nicely…”
All at once, he slid inside, letting Sammy slide down that long dark pole.
“OOOoooooh, FUCK!” she cried, her insides clenching and gushing with the mere insertion. “Sweet JEEZUS, ya’ll black boys have good dick!”
“Ha-ha, we do what we can.”
“Mr. Modesty, here. *he-he*” said Bianca from below, already on her knees and taking the position where Sammy was.
Bianca tugged on Richard’s balls as Sammy, not wasting a moment, began to pump and buck herself on Richard’s mighty black cock. Sammy fucked Richard in the carry position like a jack rabbit possessed.
“OH! OH! AH! AH! AAAH! AH! SHIT!” she called out, her sweet southern belle cadence carrying across the expanse of the room.
Richard held her with with strong arm draped around her tight and toned back, his hips only half-pumping up to match Sammy’s spirited mid-air galloping.
“YES! YES! YAAAAS, BABY!” wailed Sammy.
“Mmmh! Mmmhm! Mmmhm!” Hummed Bianca from below.
Sweet Jesus, these three are a damn endurance trial! Thought Rich. It was at that moment when he felt fingers gently running up and down his sculpted back. Richard half-turned his head to see Anya White, fully recovered, standing directly behind them.
“Da, fuck Sammy good like that.”
*HUFF! HUFF! HUFF HUFF!* Sammy’s breathing sped up as she increased her speed on Richard, a second (or fifth, who was counting) wind achieved by the ginger athele.
These three sexy white bitches were nigh insatiable. Richard sweat freely and felt himself almost fall into orgasm as Sammy rode him mid-air. Her big sweaty breasts were pressed hard against his chest and he could feel her racing heartbeat as she picked up speed. Her abs brushed against his and her thighs clamped tight like a vice on his hips. Sammy interlocked her heels around Richard’s tight ass, her body tensing as she came but kept going on his rock hard monster cock. Anya took to kissing Richard’s neck and trailing her tongue and lips along his jaw and ears. The Russian woman’s kisses turned Richard’s knees to hot butter and he felt himself waning under the concentrated attack of all three women. Bianca held and unbreakable hold on his balls with her full lips and Sammy bounced in his lap.
Fuck, they tryin to kill me! Thought Richard. The Black twin knew he could not keep up this pace, playing at the their game. The combined press of the trio threatened to break him. Black knew he’d have to do something creative. The odds are stacked against me though, he thought. And then, the light bulb went off in Richard Black’s racing mind.
“Alright, alright” replied Rich.
She guided his long stretch of meat to the outside of her pussy, her lips soaked and ready for entry. Richard used one hand to lift the red head’s sweet booty up an inch or two, aligning his cock with her pussy. “Since you asked so nicely…”
All at once, he slid inside, letting Sammy slide down that long dark pole.
“OOOoooooh, FUCK!” she cried, her insides clenching and gushing with the mere insertion. “Sweet JEEZUS, ya’ll black boys have good dick!”
“Ha-ha, we do what we can.”
“Mr. Modesty, here. *he-he*” said Bianca from below, already on her knees and taking the position where Sammy was.
Bianca tugged on Richard’s balls as Sammy, not wasting a moment, began to pump and buck herself on Richard’s mighty black cock. Sammy fucked Richard in the carry position like a jack rabbit possessed.
“OH! OH! AH! AH! AAAH! AH! SHIT!” she called out, her sweet southern belle cadence carrying across the expanse of the room.
Richard held her with with strong arm draped around her tight and toned back, his hips only half-pumping up to match Sammy’s spirited mid-air galloping.
“YES! YES! YAAAAS, BABY!” wailed Sammy.
“Mmmh! Mmmhm! Mmmhm!” Hummed Bianca from below.
Sweet Jesus, these three are a damn endurance trial! Thought Rich. It was at that moment when he felt fingers gently running up and down his sculpted back. Richard half-turned his head to see Anya White, fully recovered, standing directly behind them.
“Da, fuck Sammy good like that.”
*HUFF! HUFF! HUFF HUFF!* Sammy’s breathing sped up as she increased her speed on Richard, a second (or fifth, who was counting) wind achieved by the ginger athele.
These three sexy white bitches were nigh insatiable. Richard sweat freely and felt himself almost fall into orgasm as Sammy rode him mid-air. Her big sweaty breasts were pressed hard against his chest and he could feel her racing heartbeat as she picked up speed. Her abs brushed against his and her thighs clamped tight like a vice on his hips. Sammy interlocked her heels around Richard’s tight ass, her body tensing as she came but kept going on his rock hard monster cock. Anya took to kissing Richard’s neck and trailing her tongue and lips along his jaw and ears. The Russian woman’s kisses turned Richard’s knees to hot butter and he felt himself waning under the concentrated attack of all three women. Bianca held and unbreakable hold on his balls with her full lips and Sammy bounced in his lap.
Fuck, they tryin to kill me! Thought Richard. The Black twin knew he could not keep up this pace, playing at the their game. The combined press of the trio threatened to break him. Black knew he’d have to do something creative. The odds are stacked against me though, he thought. And then, the light bulb went off in Richard Black’s racing mind.
...
“GUH! GUH! UGH! UNG!” grunted and growled the Black man, his white teeth bore like a hungry animal asserting dominance.
“AH! AAAAGH! AH! GOD! OH! AAGH!” Jenny yelped and hollered under the hard pounding, her ass rippling and her legs shaking with each belly-deep thrust.
“OH! AH! AAH! GIVE IT, BABY! FUCK ME! WITH! THAT! HUGE! NIGGER! DICK! AAAAH!”
“YOU! LIKE! THIS! BIG! STRONG! BLACK! DICK! HUH!?”
“AGH! FUCK! YES! YES! YAAAS! I FUCKING --AH! LOVE IT!!!”
Their fucking was raw and passionate. Ivana felt jealousy towards the two. Never had she seen such an intense pair fuck with such reckless abandon (except for perhaps herself and the Coach), and her womanhood ached for more. She wanted Coach Black to fuck her just as hard and deep as he did Jenny, no quarter given.
“Why you~” Ivana growled, rising from her spot on the bed. She would not sit out this savage fuck and allow Jenny to beat her (again). Not this time.
“Move, bitch!” Jenny Summers was shoved aside and off the edge of the bed, a dull clatter of her hard bod hitting the bedroom floor ringing as half the noise that’d been emitting from the repeated collision of their stunning bodies.
“Aaaah!” came Jenny, the noise leaving Black and Ivana unsure if she was stunned from the sudden ejection or from orgasm.
“I wasn’t done with you, Black” said Swallows as if in a reprimand. “You put that white pussy pleaser back where it belongs.”
The naked Coach stood stunned, looking at Jenny and Ivana with the panning of his eyes. His cock stood high and hard like a billy club, dripping juices from its head. Ivana fell to her back and spread her legs wide.
“Greedy white bitch” grumbled Coach as his body met with the tanned nurse, his left hand gripping the meat of her inner right thigh and hefting his immense black pole with his right.
He aligned his full cock-head with her pussy lips. Ivana parted herself with right index and middle finger, taking in a deep breath for what she knew would be a deeper invasion. And then, all at once, Coach dove into. His big black dick ventured into and then disappeared inside Ivana’s drippy pink pussy.
“GAAAAAAH!” groaned Ivana, her eyes wide and refusing to take her sexy angry glare off Coach’s.
As expected, Coach showed no mercy.
*BLAP! BLAP! BAP! BLAP!* echoed through the room as Black buried himself to the hilt in the grouchy brunette.
“AGH! AAH! AAH! AAAGH! FUCK! ME! YES! YES! OOOH! FUCK THAT’S DEEP!”
“YEAH! GAH! THAT’S! WHAT! YOU! GON! GET! BARKING! AT! ME! BITCH! GAAH!”
Black power-fucked Ivana as Jenny rose to her feet, her legs still tremble from Coach’s last volley.
“You fuckin bitch!” protested Jenny, able to do not but watch as her man threw himself into her best enemy with equal force.
Jenny could see Black’s cock whenever he lifted his hips in the missionary position -- Ivana’s legs spread far in the near onset of the splits. Coach’s full balls flapped and slapped wetly against the brunette stiff’s puckered and ever uptight butthole. This bitch is loving it, Jenny thought, looking at Ivana’s cock-crazed facial expression as she gazed up at HER man, HER Coach. The dark-haired slattern had one of her hands planted on Coach’s chest, while the other clutched at the bare mattress. Ivana’s outstretched arm flexed, showing highly defined shoulder and bicep muscles. Coach was showing Ivana no mercy, brutishly burying himself balls deep in the Swallows woman. If given an inside view of the fucking, one would see Coach Black’s twelve inch length bucking into and out of the deepest part of Ivana, his full dickhead hitting the very back of her womb!
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ivana wailed, her tone making her sound as though she were possessed by a demon from behind clenched white teeth.
There was a near bottomless hunger in Ivana’s eyes. She’d never stop fucking Coach with such voracity until he came. Jenny realized this clearer than ever. And Jenny would be damned if her Coach would nut inside that duplicitous cow. Ivana’s huge breasts flopped to and fro where she lay, Coach Black now having gripped her by both her thick well-defined thighs and slamming his hips into her with all his strength.
“OOOOH, YEAH! FUCK ME! JUST LIKE THAT, BABY! OOOOOOH!” Ivana was coming again, giving Jenny her opening to strike.
Ivana’s legs began to shake as each impact of Black’s body rocked her into pleasure bordering madness.
“YEAH, BITCH! GET THAT NUT! GET IT!” Coached barked at Swallows as if she were one of his students during his unrelenting physical training lessons.
As Ivana’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, she gripped the mattress tighter than before, her muscles becoming even more visible with the climax. Now!, thought Jenny
...
Jenny raced forward, pouncing on Coach where he stood. The black man had no choice but to pull out and turn in the direction of the attack blonde. Jenny, in one smooth and graceful motion, wrapped her long toned legs around Coach’s waist, gripping him with a python’s force. Coach’s big black cock withdrew from Ivana all at once, leaving the woman empty but still rocked with delight as her body shook in orgasm. Jenny had stolen Coach in a single leap and was already reaching behind herself to grip the negro’s long meaty cock. Coach gripped Jenny at one big ass cheek, his other arm slack at his side. Jenny guided and slid him into in one swift motion.
“MMMMMMMN!” moaned the Summers woman, burying her tongue into Coach’s mouth as she began to rock up and down on him.
Black had to balance himself as Jenny Summer grinded her body up and down his rock hard abs and V cut hips, his dick slickly shifting in and out of her intense body.
“Ooooooh, shit!” gasped Coach into her mouth.
This big black cock is MINE, Black! Was what Jenny’s body language screamed. Black knew he had minutes (maybe) before he blew. He’d faint if he didn’t get release soon. Black blinked and opened his eyes to see the Swallows woman risen from the bed, recovering in record time from her last orgasm and was circling the pair on half-trembling legs. Damn, this woman just won’t quit! Most women Coach fucked like that wouldn’t be on their feet for at least an hour or two. Ivana’s hunger had not dissipated, based on the fire in her green eyes. She’d round the pair and try shoving Jenny off, but where they stood the feat would cause them both to tumble.
“BACK OFF, SUMMERS!” belted Swallows.
“FUCK OFF, SWALLOWS!” replied Summers, tearing her full lips away from Coach to deliver the venomous insult.
Ivana attempted prying Jenny off Coach as she shook and shimmied her stunning lily white ass on Black’s monster cock. The struggle only resulted in Jenny losing half her grip on the still-standing Black man. Jenny’s left leg unclasped from Coach’s rock hard body, her foot planting flatly on the bed room floor. Ivana, in an attempt to imitate the blonde’s position, began to set up her own standing cradle position...while Black still held Jenny. Summers’ body half turned with intrusion of the Swallows woman, giving the brunette just enough space to cling onto Black’s left side. She lifted her leg over the top of Jenny’s right thigh, using the sleekness of their sweat to slide Jenny’s leg down and making her withdraw from Coach huge black meat. Black’s cock, in one motion, slid out of Jenny’s and abruptly into Ivana’s!
“Gimme! Gimme!” barked Ivana, instantly motioning her body up and down Coach Black, balancing herself on her planted right leg.
As it were, Coach black stood and was cornered by both women. At his right, blonde powerhouse Jenny, who had her right leg draped over his upper abs. To his left, the unrelenting Ivana, who had her leg wrapped around the lower part of his abs. His meaty black cock wedged inside her. Both women were huffing and puffing up a storm on him.
Surrounded by the lust-crazed trio, Black and his hard-used monster cock were under constant and increasingly fervent assault by ravenous mouths, breasts, quim and ass cheeks. Anya’s long tongue drew a wet line on his neck, mapping a trail on his dark skin towards his earlobes and then down again.
“l6;l9;m0;k2;m0;nl9;n3;, l2;k2;l2; l9;l2;k2;l3;k2; k6;l3;n3; l5;k2;l9;, l4;l6;l1; m5;kll5;ml1; l2;l6;ll6;l3;n!” spoke the Chernoderivan import, her words in english translating to something along the lines of: “Keep that thing hard for us, my sexy black king!”
The buzz and tingle of the raven haired beauty’s breath drove him to maddening levels of arousal. His body ached for release and lingered just above eruption. Critical mass was Richard Black’s entire muscled frame, his manhood the barrel of a red hot gun ready to spray down the entire fucking living room. Every breath he took was a conscious effort and each heartbeat was a bomb going off in his chest. Each motion that was WITHOUT the added obstacle of Sammy’s expert dick-riding skills. Though being held in his powerful muscular arms at the thigh and ass, Sammy held full control of their standing cradle position.
Richard stood, rooted to the spot, in the center of the living-room. An ebony statue being assailed with wet kisses, messy licking, sucking and animalistic thrusting. He was almost positive Sammy would be able to hold the position even without his aid, even if his hands release their grip on her solid thigh and wildly bucking bubble butt. The little ginger was so damn strong! Her thighs gripped at his hips and waist like a python, coiled round its prey. Her feet interlocked at his backside and her powerful little arms flexed with muscle while draped over his hulked shoulders. The athletic hottie was shiny with sweat as if in the middle of an intense gym workout, her rich red mane tousled and wild with her rapid up and down motions. She’s a little fuck machine! Thought Richard, feeling her insides tighten and release steadily on his mass and length. Sammy’s body could not fit all of Richard inside, but damn if the little white minx wasn’t giving it her all.
Sammy’s taut bubble butt wiggled and wobbled, up and down, on the top-most inches of Richard’s big black cock. The veiny expanse of manhood was well-basted with her juices. A vascular spire bearing the white woman’s approval in the form of liquid slickness both clear and creamy in form.
“OOOH! OOH! OOOH! FUCK! OOOH, DANG!” She cooed, her hoaky southern accent becoming more prominent.
Her round slick breasts caused a steady friction when pressed hard against the Black man’s chest, her hard nipples gently scraping across his ebony skin as she bounced up and down, up and down in the airborne grip.
“HOT DAMN! If --AH-- this ain’t a proper cowgirl ride --OOOOH, SHIT!-- then I ain’t ever been to a rodeo! OOoooO!!
Richard, who had spent much of his life trying to shake off and avoid his southern roots (and those who reminded him of them) felt himself grow even harder with the cadence of the cutesy redhead's deep southern twang.
“MMMmm! Get him, cowgirl…” came the voice of Bianca Blackwood from below the pair.
The big bootied blonde was still on her knees, working Richard’s big black balls over with her sexy mouth and tongue in earnest. Bianca had proven possibly the most perilous in this three sided challenge. The three women, working together, made the most intense fuck he’d ever had (and he’d had many in his travels). What Sammy Spitzmen and Anya White lacked in collective power, the larger blonde brought in spades, along with raw sensual fury. Richard had enjoyed slaying his fair share of tall, marvelously built women like her during his trip through Europe (Norway being a particularly busy point on the map). Blackwood, a product of her natural size and insanely endowed build, proved herself a ‘power-fucker’ like her Norwegian sisters. She slammed her hips and plopped that big delicious booty of hers on black cock with no mercy.
Richard could tell the nordic valkyrie was still rather new to dicks of his kind (of the long, thick and strong variety) and she hadn’t quite mastered control of taking inches. Whoever had trained the big blue-eyed beauty hadn’t been very big on restraint or holding back. Bianca took every inch --hard and deep-- as if she knew no other way. She likely didn’t. Added to the peril was her uncanny ass wobbling abilities. She popped and twerked like a sista would on his big black serpent, though she had no control over the action.
Further added to the risk was Bianca’s skill with handling meat in her mouth. His testicles were getting a long wet massage from those full red lips. She’d pull Richard’s balls far, just short of painful, before releasing them with a loud *POP!*. Her mesmerizing blue eyes almost proved as pleasing in sensation as her sucking skills, as they never took themselves off his or the show of her ginger girlfriend riding high and fast just above her.
Blackwood would cease her savage ball-sucking skills only to bury her tongue in Sammy’s puckered asshole, causing the redhead to squirm and shake in Richard’s standing embrace.
“OOooooh, SHIT BB! That’s my asshole! Oh, GOD!”
Sammy’s crooning voice let all know she was loving it. Richard’s big black cock bottoming out her sweet pink gash, while Blackwood’s tongue probed at her asshole.
“You playing with Sammy’s poor little asshole down there?” said Richard, a stern but joking tone in his deep voice.
“Mmmmhm!” replied Bianca, flicking her tongue on Sammy’s little button of an anus.
It was driving Sammy insane. Her orgasms would not see her twitch, but remain frozen where she clung.
“Dirty girl, BB…” added Anya, swapping kisses between Richard’s full lips and Sammy’s.
At this, Blackwood gave only a low sexy chuckle. You lot don’t know the half of it, she thought. If Sammy thought her tongue in her ass was intense, she couldn’t imagine what her Gerald was capable of. He’d destroy this little ass, Bianca thought, a strange pride gleaned from it. Whether it was the silent knowledge of knowing Bianca had taken her eighteen year old student in her ass (barely) or the fact she had Gerald to summon on her unprepared gym nut of a girlfriend, she didn’t know.
“I’m not hearing any complaints.”
“I doubt you will. Hehe*”
“Nope.”
“I’d suggest you hurry and get one more orgasm in while you can, Sammy” said Bianca, running her tongue from the center of Richard’s balls up to the meaty wet underside of inches which Sammy had failed to take in. “I’d very much like another turn on this bull before he drops.”
Bianca went for another deep tug on Richard’s balls. Sammy looked down with Richard to see BB hefting those monsters while giving them a focused, steely gaze.
“And judging by how swollen these big poor black balls are, we don’t have that much time left.”
“Uh-oh” said Sammy, “You bout to blow that huge load for us, Mr.Black?” Sammy looked at Richard, her big green eyes flashing and her cheeks puffed in an adorable pout.
“Niet! Niet! Niet!” belted Anya, going more for a temper tantrum at the announcement. “Richard, you can’t cum yet. Not finished with you.”
“Jeez” said Richard, taken aback by such a mixed bag of responses.
Bianca went for the astute, coldly stern, teacher’s assessment. Sammy opted for adorable charm. And Anya--
“I get another turn, da Richard?!”
Anya simply chose to be Anya.
“Not very much faith in ol Rich, I see.”
Sammy had slid from his arms and smoothly planted her feet back onto the living room floor. She slid to her knees and began helping Blackwood suck at him again. Sammy sucked and slurped her sweet juices off the left side of his monster cock, while Bianca busied herself with the right. Both women took silent notice of how Spitzmen’s female secretions tasted of strawberries.
“Well…” began Bianca, before letting her lips slip to Sammy’s. The redhead and ginger held their lips together for a long moment, making out as best they could with Richard’s thick drippy member dividing their mouths. Anya kept a slow and sensual stride of her red lips on his cockhead, sucking the free drops of pre-cum at the source. Reminds me of the wine, she thought.
When Bianca and Sammy managed to pull their lips away,
“The odds are stacked against you, Mr. Blackwood. Us girls, if you haven’t already noticed, have a deep appetite this evening for dark meat. *He-he*.
The Blackwood woman could make a man cum with but the low lilt of her voice. She had silky tambour to her speech that would have made her ideal for late night radio. More than that, the big blonde was right. Richard was about to blow, one way or another. He had one more hard volley left in him, and he was gonna have to make it count if he didn’t want to have an angry cock-hungry mob on his hands. He’d found himself in one such scenario while backpacking through Russia. While staying at a local hostel, Richard had found himself in the company of four young and VERY nubile college women. All dark haired, buxom and long-legged, the women had at Richard for the better part of the night, before descending into a rage upon Richard’s release onto (or was into?) the most spirited of the four. An argument who had his next explosion led to shoves. Shoves escalated to pushes and -- as things went -- resulted in a fist fight among the quartet of naked Russian hotties.
Richard barely escaped receiving a black eye to match his thoroughly drained body. After that tumult, he vowed to never let romps with multiple women get out of control ever again. Favoritism nor focus would be given to any one woman, and this applied now more than ever. These three had spectacular teamwork, but their passion and competitive nature for the Black man’s seed could easily spark a repeat of previous. And man-oh-man, could these three fuck! When the time came, Richard had no clue of who he’d fall to. The odds were, most definitely, stacked against him…
Stacked...
The cogs turned in his brain, and despite the lion’s share of his body’s blood being drained to his pulsing black cock, the spark of eureka signaled.
Stacked. That’s it!
An idea. A plan. One that Sammy Spitzmen, Bianca Blackwood and Anya White would very soon come know and take in full…
...
In the Swallows' bedroom, Coach’s rock solid ebony hips shifted and pumped, one *PLAP!* two *BLAP!*, back and forth betwixt the two writhing white women at his left and right. They both clung to him, Ivana Swallows’ arm draped over his shoulder and Jenny Summer’s clutching at his back and chest. Both women were groaning and moaning up storm. They’re screams vacillating between low animalistic groans and high pitched whines from deep dark punishment upon their sweet pink pussies.
“AAH! FUCK! AAAGH! FUCK! AAAAAAGH! FUCK!” hollered Ivana
“SWEET JEEZUS!” called out Jenny. “PUNISH OUR PUSSIES, BABY!”
Coach Black was bolted to the spot where he stood, Summers and Swallows’ bodaciously curved, toned and ample frames working in perfect unison with his.. A thick white thigh and leg was draped round his adonis like frame. Sculpted tanned biceps flexing around ebony muscle. They were a standing wonder of interracial fury.
“YES! YAAAAS! GUUUUH, FUCK US, COACH!”
Black was using his balance, strength and coordination at their. Slaying these two insatiable black cock whores was a challenge unlike he’d ever faced.
Goddamnit they bout’ to give me a heart attack. The two cock-hungry housewives were coming back-to-back-to-back now. So blinded by their ecstasy, they’d even forgotten they were in the inferno of competition. Jenny and Ivy were writhing up a storm more in the demand for Coach to keep fucking them good, hard and deep with his huge black snake than vying for him to climax. They’d been evenly destroyed as far as Coach was concerned. However, he still had the conundrum of who’d claim the victory upon reaching the zero second.
Fuck it, ain’t got no time to worry about that! Coach thought, feeling his balls tighten and the onset of his climax approaching. This was it. He was cumming and it was gonna be an atom bomb. In one smooth yet powerful manuever, Coach lifted both women where they stood. He angled them back-to-back on the bedroom floor! Cheek to bubbly cheek Ivana and Jenny were on their heads, their weight rested on their shoulders and against one another. Black towered over both women, his big muscular legs straddling both blonde and brunette. Furiously he started dipping huge black cock into both women’s eager dripping pussies.
“OOOH! AAAAH! FUCK YEAH!!
“AAAAGH! GOD DAMNIT, BLAAAACK AAAAAH!”
The three-sided pile-driver echoed throughout the bedroom. Black would drop every thick inch of king bull of a cock into the muling white women, who came a cursed with each deep hard thrust. Their ass cheeks rippled and bucked with each clap of Coach’s meaty black balls.
“HEEERE!”
Growled Coach, his hips thrusting for all they were worth.
“GIVE IT, BABY!” begged Jenny, her blue eyes alight with raw lust.
“IIIIIIIT!”
“OOOOOOH, FUCK YEAH, BLACK!” encouraged Ivana, her teeth bore like a famished wolf.
“GAAAAAAAAAH~!”
…
Richard Black’s plan had played thus:
On that red couch in the Swallow’s living room, Bianca Blackwood was bent over, her bulbous meaty buttocks heft high. Atop her, Anya White was planted atop, her huge breasts pressed against Bianca’s back and half her weight held in her arms, which were braced against the arm rest of the couch. And above Anya, standing on her feet on the couch, was Sammy Spitzemen, her own tight bubbly bit of cake perked appetizingly behind her.
Richard had but moments left in his hard-used monster cock. He had alligned the women as such, being sure to placed the thickest hotwife, Blackwood, and that epic bottom on...well..the bottom. Then he placed the second largest set of ass cheeks atop Bianca with Anya. And lastly, he placed the lightest and shortest woman of the group on top.
“Yeah, that’s lookin good, ladies.”
The three women looked behind them toward the towering over-muslced Black man. Anya, ever the adventurous one, bore of look of pure excitement for what was about to come.
“Come give us that big black gift, Richard.” dared Anya.
“Mmmmhm” co-signed Sammy, “come give us that big black sausage”.
“Unless us girls have worn the monster out.” challenged Bianca.
Richard crept up to them, hefting his huge ebony rod like a weapon. Gripping it at the base with his right, the man was actually smacking it in the center of his left like a cop would his night stick. The moment he arrived upon the trio of stacked women, and Bianca felt his powerful hands grip the ample meat of her booty--
“Well, Mrs. Blackwood...since you’re the one with the smart mouth…
Bianca had to stifle a gulp. She’d purposely antagonized him, and now wasn’t sure if she was ready for his breed of recompense.
As if feeling Bianca’s sudden flinch of fear, Sammy spoke “Uh-oh, now you done dunnit’, BB. He’s got that look in his eye. He-he!”
From the bottom of the stack Bianca couldn’t see this ‘look’, but knew of what look Sammy meant. The look of a black man when he knows he’s about to punish some unprepared white pussy. It was the look Gerald gave her just before he plunged every fat monstrous inch of his Big Black Cock into her ass.
“I’m--” began Bianca, actually feeling the juices of Sammy and Anya’s pussies drip onto her already wet and shiny butt cheeks. “I’m in trouble now, aren’t I?”
Richard Black’s large hands gripped as much of that white ass meat as he could. It still astonished him how much ass the Blackwood woman had. Those two big round cheeks and their hidden power (no doubt honed from hundreds of squats) were overwhelming at time. He spread her as far as the stack allowed him, Anya's own tanned ass meat obscuring his entry a bit. His fat cockhead only held from invading Blackwood’s defenseless pussy long enough to say in his deep chocolate voice--
“BIG trouble, Blackwood…”
*SSCHPLAP!*
Bianca Blackwood’s ocean blue eyes widened and crossed.
“FFFFFUUUUCK!!!!”
...
Richard buried himself to near the back of Bianca Blackwood’s pussy.
“GAAAAH!” She hollered, no option in her pinned state besides give that big black monster access into the deepest parts of her womanhood.
*BLAP! BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
Richard gripped Bianca’s delicious curvy hips and pumped and plowed her unprotected pussy. He
“GAH! AH! YEAH! YEAH!” Richard growled, each blow into the big blonde’s womb heralded as a cry of triumph.
Adding to the fire were Anya and Sammy, who were moaning their own little chorus of delight. Being on top and feeling the impact of each powerful blow sent shivers up the women’s spines. Bianca’s bestial moaning let them know she was loving every inch of Black’s huge nigger dick.
“OH! OOOH! AAH! AAH! FUCK! RICHARD! YES! YES!”
Anya, in aim to antagonize, looked down at Bianca where she bent. She gripped Bianca by her neck and tilted her head upward. Anya looked into Bianca’s gorgeous blue eyes and all only raw passion. There was a fire and fury in the thick bodied blonde’s eyes that Anya had never seen on the straight-laced english teacher before. Bianca’s head bobbed and bucked with each heavy blow of Richard’s body into hers. Anya laughed at Bianca.
“Ooooh, he’s fucking you good, Da BB?”
“OOOOOH, YES! YES! FUCK YES! IT’S SOOO~ FUCKIN’ GOOD! AAAAAAAGH!”
Bianca’s eyebrows furrowed. Her teeth clenched as Richard’s assault went belly deep into her sex. Anya’s laugh carried on as Richard’s punishment from behind continued.
“GAH! GR! HOW’S! THAT! BB!?” barked Richard, thrusting his hips hard and showing Bianca’s gripped bubbled butt no mercy.
“GAAAAH! I LOVE IT! I FUCKING LOVE IT! GET THAT WHITE PUSSY, RICHARD! AAAAAAHGH, FUCK! BURY IT BALLS DEEP!
The Black twin complied.
“OOOOOH, SHIIIIT!!”
“Daaaang”, added Sammy, “I felt that one from up here. That big nigger cock feel good?”
“OOOh, you KNOW it does, Sammy! AAAAAGH!”
Richard pumped and plowed himself into Bianca’s guts until her moans fell into maddened cooing. Her pussy came so hard and fast the big nordic beauty didn’t have time to announce it.
“Yeeeeah, there we go…” said Rich, feeling the creamy reward of Bianca’s inside coat his long thick manhood.
Bianca’s body trembled, and Richard took that time to withdraw all thirteen inches of himself from her.
“And, you Mrs. White.” said Richard, moving his hands up and spreading Anya’s sweet pink slit. She’d come herself just watching Bianca’s poor pussy take such a hard deep pounding.
“Da, is my turn…” replied Anya.
Unlike Bianca, Anya showed no hesitation or fear when Richard hefted his black monster cock at her quivering pussy lips. She went so far as to shake her round rump in excitment at the invasion.
“Such eagerness…” chuckled Rich.
He slid himself in slow --maddeningly so-- knowing that it was drive the White woman crazy.
“ < Don’t you even tease me with that huge serpent! > scolded Anya in her native tongue.
She backed her tanned bubble butt up on Richard, sucking him in up to the halfway point.
“Oooooh, BOZCHE MOI!” cried Anya.
Richard’s big black cock bent at about the halfway point. Anya’s pussy accomidated much in terms of length, but her walls were exceedingly narrow and tight. Richard found himself clamped in placed and could do not but let the White woman buck and bounce her round olive booty on his black pole. Her moans were wild, but steady. Anya worked herself on Richard, while Richard used his fingers to play with the sopping pussies of the ginger and the blond at his highest and lowest point of the stack.
“Always one to multi-task” he said aloud, enjoying the squeals of delight from Sammy above, and the low sultry murmurings of Bianca below.
From the middle he could hear the steady Russian crooning of Anya White, moving her hips and twerking all that choice white booty meat on his jet-setting dick.
“ < Oooooh, such a good meaty black dick! I want it all! >”
Wordless, Richard withdrew his fingers from the other two married women, and placed his hands at both sides of Anya’s hips. And again, Richard went to work.
*BLAP! PLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
Anya gave more of a long gasp that outright moans at this point. Her sexy mouth shaped into a giant O or pleasure as Richard delved into the furthest part of her. His balls were hitting Bianca’s button asshole and she again felt herself coming. Sammy held her position on top, near imploding with the wait for her turn.
Oh my gawd, he’s fucking BB and Anya so hard and deep” she thought. I don’t know if I can take a poundin like that.
Sammy felt herself creaming up at the challenge as much as the loud hot sounds of sex taking place below her. Her hot pussy lips were eager for their turn with Richard.
*BLAP! BLAP! PLAP* And Richard continued. He aimed to destroy these babes as best her could with however many moments he had left. Anya looked back at him, her gorgeous face mad with lust.
“AAAH, YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ANYA WITH YOUR BIG NIGGER COCK! AAAAAAGH!”
Richard kept pumping, hard enough that Anya’s head shot forward and looked ahead of her pressured climax. Her eyes were wide before they pinched shut from the fullness of Richard’s dick hitting her guts.
“DA! DAA! BALLS DEEP, BABY! WHERE IT BELONGS!
Goddamn these bitches are hot! Thought Richard. He’d never come across such spirited fuck machines.
“GAH! AAAGH! YOU KNOW IT, BABY!
Richard’s arm darted over the stacked mass and gripped Anya by the nape of her neck. Her sculpted shoulders flexed as Richard drove it deep and hard into her sex. At one point he leaned into the thrust as far as he could.
“OOOOOOOOH, SHIT! THAT IS DEEP, MY LOVE! THAT’S SO FUCKING DEEEEP!”
Anya froze, pinned to the spot with pleasure and weight.
“Oooooh, YES!” called Bianca, triumphant proud to see her white sister take all that monster cock from above. Anya’s sweaty gorgeous body glistened where she was bent. She trembled on top of Bianca. “You got her frozen, baby” said Bianca, her sexy voice taking a notedly urban twang all of a sudden.
“Grrrr! That’s right. That’s the way.” Richard exhaled, letting Anya enjoy her climax.
He pulled himself out of Anya, the long stretch of himself coming out soaked.
“Oh...oh my GAWD! What the FUCK?” sighed Anya, coming to senses with a series of jerky shakes from her thighs and knees.
“I do believe you are dick drunk, Anya dear” mocked Bianca.
Swept up in the moment, looking down at Bianca’s gorgeous face, Anya dropped her face and kissed the big blonde deeply. Anya tongue probed Bianca’s mouth, and she in kind gave Anya hers. It was as if Anya was sharing the aftershocks of her orgasm with Bianca, who soon felt her own womanhood tingle with delight.
“And then there was one…” said Richard, the hint of a threat carried in his silky voice.
He planted his index and thumb along the muscular inner curve of Sammy’s taught lower back.
“Eeek!” came Sammy. A cute mousy squeak. “It’s my turn now?”
“Yes, yes…” affirmed Richard, lining his godly rod up with the ginger gym nut’s opening.
“Oooh man, just watch the inside, ok? You could kill a girl with that big ol’ black wiener.”
At this, Richard chuckled.
“I’ll keep that in mind”
*SSSCHLIP!*
Ivana Swallows was steaming at the ears with anger. She’d come so close to making Coach Black come. She could feel it. Coach’s humongous black cock had hardened to a rock hard rigidity in her tight pussy. Her victory over the yellow haired bitch had boiled down to but a couple more seconds of wobbling and bucking her tanned bubble butt on the over-muscled negro, and Jenny (that cheating BITCH) had robbed it from her! Ivana could have been frothing at the mouth with anger watching Jenny, turned and pinned at her side, her full lily white ass cheeks facing her as Black gave her deep thunderous strokes from on high.
*BLAM! BLAM! BLAP! BLAM!* came as she saw the athletics expert drop brunt of his weight into the cock-drunk Summers. “GUH! GUH! UGH! UNG!” grunted and growled the Black man, his white teeth bore like a hungry animal asserting dominance.
“AH! AAAAGH! AH! GOD! OH! AAGH!” Jenny yelped and hollered under the hard pounding, her ass rippling and her legs shaking with each belly-deep thrust.
Ivana partially enjoyed watching her get punished, the savagery of Coach’s strikes affirming Summers to be in submission to the giant Black man. Only, the pounding instilled as much pleasure and glee in the woman. Jenny was being slam-fucked and loving every moment and inch of it. Ivana could tell by the glazed and hungry look of lust in Jenny’s blue eyes. She peered, half scowled at Black and he continued his hard sweaty work on her well toned and curvy body.
“GET! THIS! DICK! BITCH!” grunted Coach harshly.“OH! AH! AAH! GIVE IT, BABY! FUCK ME! WITH! THAT! HUGE! NIGGER! DICK! AAAAH!”
“YOU! LIKE! THIS! BIG! STRONG! BLACK! DICK! HUH!?”
“AGH! FUCK! YES! YES! YAAAS! I FUCKING --AH! LOVE IT!!!”
Their fucking was raw and passionate. Ivana felt jealousy towards the two. Never had she seen such an intense pair fuck with such reckless abandon (except for perhaps herself and the Coach), and her womanhood ached for more. She wanted Coach Black to fuck her just as hard and deep as he did Jenny, no quarter given.
“Why you~” Ivana growled, rising from her spot on the bed. She would not sit out this savage fuck and allow Jenny to beat her (again). Not this time.
“Move, bitch!” Jenny Summers was shoved aside and off the edge of the bed, a dull clatter of her hard bod hitting the bedroom floor ringing as half the noise that’d been emitting from the repeated collision of their stunning bodies.
“Aaaah!” came Jenny, the noise leaving Black and Ivana unsure if she was stunned from the sudden ejection or from orgasm.
“I wasn’t done with you, Black” said Swallows as if in a reprimand. “You put that white pussy pleaser back where it belongs.”
The naked Coach stood stunned, looking at Jenny and Ivana with the panning of his eyes. His cock stood high and hard like a billy club, dripping juices from its head. Ivana fell to her back and spread her legs wide.
“NOW, you big-dick motherfucker!” it was a command that boomed throughout the bed room.
Jenny was too disoriented to rebuke Ivana’s order, still coasting on her climax and far too cock-drunk to hop to her feet. At this, Coach Black could but sneer at the Swallows woman, approaching her without word or threat. He held the rock hard length of himself as if it were a weapon. Hell, it practically was as far as Swallows was concerned. “Greedy white bitch” grumbled Coach as his body met with the tanned nurse, his left hand gripping the meat of her inner right thigh and hefting his immense black pole with his right.
He aligned his full cock-head with her pussy lips. Ivana parted herself with right index and middle finger, taking in a deep breath for what she knew would be a deeper invasion. And then, all at once, Coach dove into. His big black dick ventured into and then disappeared inside Ivana’s drippy pink pussy.
“GAAAAAAH!” groaned Ivana, her eyes wide and refusing to take her sexy angry glare off Coach’s.
As expected, Coach showed no mercy.
*BLAP! BLAP! BAP! BLAP!* echoed through the room as Black buried himself to the hilt in the grouchy brunette.
“AGH! AAH! AAH! AAAGH! FUCK! ME! YES! YES! OOOH! FUCK THAT’S DEEP!”
“YEAH! GAH! THAT’S! WHAT! YOU! GON! GET! BARKING! AT! ME! BITCH! GAAH!”
Black power-fucked Ivana as Jenny rose to her feet, her legs still tremble from Coach’s last volley.
“You fuckin bitch!” protested Jenny, able to do not but watch as her man threw himself into her best enemy with equal force.
Jenny could see Black’s cock whenever he lifted his hips in the missionary position -- Ivana’s legs spread far in the near onset of the splits. Coach’s full balls flapped and slapped wetly against the brunette stiff’s puckered and ever uptight butthole. This bitch is loving it, Jenny thought, looking at Ivana’s cock-crazed facial expression as she gazed up at HER man, HER Coach. The dark-haired slattern had one of her hands planted on Coach’s chest, while the other clutched at the bare mattress. Ivana’s outstretched arm flexed, showing highly defined shoulder and bicep muscles. Coach was showing Ivana no mercy, brutishly burying himself balls deep in the Swallows woman. If given an inside view of the fucking, one would see Coach Black’s twelve inch length bucking into and out of the deepest part of Ivana, his full dickhead hitting the very back of her womb!
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ivana wailed, her tone making her sound as though she were possessed by a demon from behind clenched white teeth.
There was a near bottomless hunger in Ivana’s eyes. She’d never stop fucking Coach with such voracity until he came. Jenny realized this clearer than ever. And Jenny would be damned if her Coach would nut inside that duplicitous cow. Ivana’s huge breasts flopped to and fro where she lay, Coach Black now having gripped her by both her thick well-defined thighs and slamming his hips into her with all his strength.
“OOOOH, YEAH! FUCK ME! JUST LIKE THAT, BABY! OOOOOOH!” Ivana was coming again, giving Jenny her opening to strike.
Ivana’s legs began to shake as each impact of Black’s body rocked her into pleasure bordering madness.
“YEAH, BITCH! GET THAT NUT! GET IT!” Coached barked at Swallows as if she were one of his students during his unrelenting physical training lessons.
As Ivana’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, she gripped the mattress tighter than before, her muscles becoming even more visible with the climax. Now!, thought Jenny
...
Jenny raced forward, pouncing on Coach where he stood. The black man had no choice but to pull out and turn in the direction of the attack blonde. Jenny, in one smooth and graceful motion, wrapped her long toned legs around Coach’s waist, gripping him with a python’s force. Coach’s big black cock withdrew from Ivana all at once, leaving the woman empty but still rocked with delight as her body shook in orgasm. Jenny had stolen Coach in a single leap and was already reaching behind herself to grip the negro’s long meaty cock. Coach gripped Jenny at one big ass cheek, his other arm slack at his side. Jenny guided and slid him into in one swift motion.
“MMMMMMMN!” moaned the Summers woman, burying her tongue into Coach’s mouth as she began to rock up and down on him.
Black had to balance himself as Jenny Summer grinded her body up and down his rock hard abs and V cut hips, his dick slickly shifting in and out of her intense body.
“Ooooooh, shit!” gasped Coach into her mouth.
This big black cock is MINE, Black! Was what Jenny’s body language screamed. Black knew he had minutes (maybe) before he blew. He’d faint if he didn’t get release soon. Black blinked and opened his eyes to see the Swallows woman risen from the bed, recovering in record time from her last orgasm and was circling the pair on half-trembling legs. Damn, this woman just won’t quit! Most women Coach fucked like that wouldn’t be on their feet for at least an hour or two. Ivana’s hunger had not dissipated, based on the fire in her green eyes. She’d round the pair and try shoving Jenny off, but where they stood the feat would cause them both to tumble.
“BACK OFF, SUMMERS!” belted Swallows.
“FUCK OFF, SWALLOWS!” replied Summers, tearing her full lips away from Coach to deliver the venomous insult.
Ivana attempted prying Jenny off Coach as she shook and shimmied her stunning lily white ass on Black’s monster cock. The struggle only resulted in Jenny losing half her grip on the still-standing Black man. Jenny’s left leg unclasped from Coach’s rock hard body, her foot planting flatly on the bed room floor. Ivana, in an attempt to imitate the blonde’s position, began to set up her own standing cradle position...while Black still held Jenny. Summers’ body half turned with intrusion of the Swallows woman, giving the brunette just enough space to cling onto Black’s left side. She lifted her leg over the top of Jenny’s right thigh, using the sleekness of their sweat to slide Jenny’s leg down and making her withdraw from Coach huge black meat. Black’s cock, in one motion, slid out of Jenny’s and abruptly into Ivana’s!
“Gimme! Gimme!” barked Ivana, instantly motioning her body up and down Coach Black, balancing herself on her planted right leg.
As it were, Coach black stood and was cornered by both women. At his right, blonde powerhouse Jenny, who had her right leg draped over his upper abs. To his left, the unrelenting Ivana, who had her leg wrapped around the lower part of his abs. His meaty black cock wedged inside her. Both women were huffing and puffing up a storm on him.
...
Richard Black was in hell. A wet, slick, hard-bodied, intensely erotic hell.Surrounded by the lust-crazed trio, Black and his hard-used monster cock were under constant and increasingly fervent assault by ravenous mouths, breasts, quim and ass cheeks. Anya’s long tongue drew a wet line on his neck, mapping a trail on his dark skin towards his earlobes and then down again.
“l6;l9;m0;k2;m0;nl9;n3;, l2;k2;l2; l9;l2;k2;l3;k2; k6;l3;n3; l5;k2;l9;, l4;l6;l1; m5;kll5;ml1; l2;l6;ll6;l3;n!” spoke the Chernoderivan import, her words in english translating to something along the lines of: “Keep that thing hard for us, my sexy black king!”
The buzz and tingle of the raven haired beauty’s breath drove him to maddening levels of arousal. His body ached for release and lingered just above eruption. Critical mass was Richard Black’s entire muscled frame, his manhood the barrel of a red hot gun ready to spray down the entire fucking living room. Every breath he took was a conscious effort and each heartbeat was a bomb going off in his chest. Each motion that was WITHOUT the added obstacle of Sammy’s expert dick-riding skills. Though being held in his powerful muscular arms at the thigh and ass, Sammy held full control of their standing cradle position.
Richard stood, rooted to the spot, in the center of the living-room. An ebony statue being assailed with wet kisses, messy licking, sucking and animalistic thrusting. He was almost positive Sammy would be able to hold the position even without his aid, even if his hands release their grip on her solid thigh and wildly bucking bubble butt. The little ginger was so damn strong! Her thighs gripped at his hips and waist like a python, coiled round its prey. Her feet interlocked at his backside and her powerful little arms flexed with muscle while draped over his hulked shoulders. The athletic hottie was shiny with sweat as if in the middle of an intense gym workout, her rich red mane tousled and wild with her rapid up and down motions. She’s a little fuck machine! Thought Richard, feeling her insides tighten and release steadily on his mass and length. Sammy’s body could not fit all of Richard inside, but damn if the little white minx wasn’t giving it her all.
Sammy’s taut bubble butt wiggled and wobbled, up and down, on the top-most inches of Richard’s big black cock. The veiny expanse of manhood was well-basted with her juices. A vascular spire bearing the white woman’s approval in the form of liquid slickness both clear and creamy in form.
“OOOH! OOH! OOOH! FUCK! OOOH, DANG!” She cooed, her hoaky southern accent becoming more prominent.
Her round slick breasts caused a steady friction when pressed hard against the Black man’s chest, her hard nipples gently scraping across his ebony skin as she bounced up and down, up and down in the airborne grip.
“HOT DAMN! If --AH-- this ain’t a proper cowgirl ride --OOOOH, SHIT!-- then I ain’t ever been to a rodeo! OOoooO!!
Richard, who had spent much of his life trying to shake off and avoid his southern roots (and those who reminded him of them) felt himself grow even harder with the cadence of the cutesy redhead's deep southern twang.
“MMMmm! Get him, cowgirl…” came the voice of Bianca Blackwood from below the pair.
The big bootied blonde was still on her knees, working Richard’s big black balls over with her sexy mouth and tongue in earnest. Bianca had proven possibly the most perilous in this three sided challenge. The three women, working together, made the most intense fuck he’d ever had (and he’d had many in his travels). What Sammy Spitzmen and Anya White lacked in collective power, the larger blonde brought in spades, along with raw sensual fury. Richard had enjoyed slaying his fair share of tall, marvelously built women like her during his trip through Europe (Norway being a particularly busy point on the map). Blackwood, a product of her natural size and insanely endowed build, proved herself a ‘power-fucker’ like her Norwegian sisters. She slammed her hips and plopped that big delicious booty of hers on black cock with no mercy.
Richard could tell the nordic valkyrie was still rather new to dicks of his kind (of the long, thick and strong variety) and she hadn’t quite mastered control of taking inches. Whoever had trained the big blue-eyed beauty hadn’t been very big on restraint or holding back. Bianca took every inch --hard and deep-- as if she knew no other way. She likely didn’t. Added to the peril was her uncanny ass wobbling abilities. She popped and twerked like a sista would on his big black serpent, though she had no control over the action.
Further added to the risk was Bianca’s skill with handling meat in her mouth. His testicles were getting a long wet massage from those full red lips. She’d pull Richard’s balls far, just short of painful, before releasing them with a loud *POP!*. Her mesmerizing blue eyes almost proved as pleasing in sensation as her sucking skills, as they never took themselves off his or the show of her ginger girlfriend riding high and fast just above her.
Blackwood would cease her savage ball-sucking skills only to bury her tongue in Sammy’s puckered asshole, causing the redhead to squirm and shake in Richard’s standing embrace.
“OOooooh, SHIT BB! That’s my asshole! Oh, GOD!”
Sammy’s crooning voice let all know she was loving it. Richard’s big black cock bottoming out her sweet pink gash, while Blackwood’s tongue probed at her asshole.
“You playing with Sammy’s poor little asshole down there?” said Richard, a stern but joking tone in his deep voice.
“Mmmmhm!” replied Bianca, flicking her tongue on Sammy’s little button of an anus.
It was driving Sammy insane. Her orgasms would not see her twitch, but remain frozen where she clung.
“Dirty girl, BB…” added Anya, swapping kisses between Richard’s full lips and Sammy’s.
At this, Blackwood gave only a low sexy chuckle. You lot don’t know the half of it, she thought. If Sammy thought her tongue in her ass was intense, she couldn’t imagine what her Gerald was capable of. He’d destroy this little ass, Bianca thought, a strange pride gleaned from it. Whether it was the silent knowledge of knowing Bianca had taken her eighteen year old student in her ass (barely) or the fact she had Gerald to summon on her unprepared gym nut of a girlfriend, she didn’t know.
“I’m not hearing any complaints.”
“I doubt you will. Hehe*”
“Nope.”
“I’d suggest you hurry and get one more orgasm in while you can, Sammy” said Bianca, running her tongue from the center of Richard’s balls up to the meaty wet underside of inches which Sammy had failed to take in. “I’d very much like another turn on this bull before he drops.”
Bianca went for another deep tug on Richard’s balls. Sammy looked down with Richard to see BB hefting those monsters while giving them a focused, steely gaze.
“And judging by how swollen these big poor black balls are, we don’t have that much time left.”
“Uh-oh” said Sammy, “You bout to blow that huge load for us, Mr.Black?” Sammy looked at Richard, her big green eyes flashing and her cheeks puffed in an adorable pout.
“Niet! Niet! Niet!” belted Anya, going more for a temper tantrum at the announcement. “Richard, you can’t cum yet. Not finished with you.”
“Jeez” said Richard, taken aback by such a mixed bag of responses.
Bianca went for the astute, coldly stern, teacher’s assessment. Sammy opted for adorable charm. And Anya--
“I get another turn, da Richard?!”
Anya simply chose to be Anya.
“Not very much faith in ol Rich, I see.”
Sammy had slid from his arms and smoothly planted her feet back onto the living room floor. She slid to her knees and began helping Blackwood suck at him again. Sammy sucked and slurped her sweet juices off the left side of his monster cock, while Bianca busied herself with the right. Both women took silent notice of how Spitzmen’s female secretions tasted of strawberries.
Anya rounded the gathered group and half-crouched just behind Sammy and Bianca, taking her mouth to Richard’s ever-leaking cockhead. The three sucked and popped and pulled like succubi on that big black dick. The hunger in their gorgeous eyes hitting fire which had the Black twin weak in the knees.
“Gaaah, not much-- oooh SHIT-- faith in your boy at all….ohhh damnit!” said Richard, fighting back spraying the three women down in white where he stood. “Well…” began Bianca, before letting her lips slip to Sammy’s. The redhead and ginger held their lips together for a long moment, making out as best they could with Richard’s thick drippy member dividing their mouths. Anya kept a slow and sensual stride of her red lips on his cockhead, sucking the free drops of pre-cum at the source. Reminds me of the wine, she thought.
When Bianca and Sammy managed to pull their lips away,
“The odds are stacked against you, Mr. Blackwood. Us girls, if you haven’t already noticed, have a deep appetite this evening for dark meat. *He-he*.
The Blackwood woman could make a man cum with but the low lilt of her voice. She had silky tambour to her speech that would have made her ideal for late night radio. More than that, the big blonde was right. Richard was about to blow, one way or another. He had one more hard volley left in him, and he was gonna have to make it count if he didn’t want to have an angry cock-hungry mob on his hands. He’d found himself in one such scenario while backpacking through Russia. While staying at a local hostel, Richard had found himself in the company of four young and VERY nubile college women. All dark haired, buxom and long-legged, the women had at Richard for the better part of the night, before descending into a rage upon Richard’s release onto (or was into?) the most spirited of the four. An argument who had his next explosion led to shoves. Shoves escalated to pushes and -- as things went -- resulted in a fist fight among the quartet of naked Russian hotties.
Richard barely escaped receiving a black eye to match his thoroughly drained body. After that tumult, he vowed to never let romps with multiple women get out of control ever again. Favoritism nor focus would be given to any one woman, and this applied now more than ever. These three had spectacular teamwork, but their passion and competitive nature for the Black man’s seed could easily spark a repeat of previous. And man-oh-man, could these three fuck! When the time came, Richard had no clue of who he’d fall to. The odds were, most definitely, stacked against him…
Stacked...
The cogs turned in his brain, and despite the lion’s share of his body’s blood being drained to his pulsing black cock, the spark of eureka signaled.
Stacked. That’s it!
An idea. A plan. One that Sammy Spitzmen, Bianca Blackwood and Anya White would very soon come know and take in full…
...
In the Swallows' bedroom, Coach’s rock solid ebony hips shifted and pumped, one *PLAP!* two *BLAP!*, back and forth betwixt the two writhing white women at his left and right. They both clung to him, Ivana Swallows’ arm draped over his shoulder and Jenny Summer’s clutching at his back and chest. Both women were groaning and moaning up storm. They’re screams vacillating between low animalistic groans and high pitched whines from deep dark punishment upon their sweet pink pussies.
“AAH! FUCK! AAAGH! FUCK! AAAAAAGH! FUCK!” hollered Ivana
“SWEET JEEZUS!” called out Jenny. “PUNISH OUR PUSSIES, BABY!”
Coach Black was bolted to the spot where he stood, Summers and Swallows’ bodaciously curved, toned and ample frames working in perfect unison with his.. A thick white thigh and leg was draped round his adonis like frame. Sculpted tanned biceps flexing around ebony muscle. They were a standing wonder of interracial fury.
“YES! YAAAAS! GUUUUH, FUCK US, COACH!”
Black was using his balance, strength and coordination at their. Slaying these two insatiable black cock whores was a challenge unlike he’d ever faced.
Goddamnit they bout’ to give me a heart attack. The two cock-hungry housewives were coming back-to-back-to-back now. So blinded by their ecstasy, they’d even forgotten they were in the inferno of competition. Jenny and Ivy were writhing up a storm more in the demand for Coach to keep fucking them good, hard and deep with his huge black snake than vying for him to climax. They’d been evenly destroyed as far as Coach was concerned. However, he still had the conundrum of who’d claim the victory upon reaching the zero second.
Fuck it, ain’t got no time to worry about that! Coach thought, feeling his balls tighten and the onset of his climax approaching. This was it. He was cumming and it was gonna be an atom bomb. In one smooth yet powerful manuever, Coach lifted both women where they stood. He angled them back-to-back on the bedroom floor! Cheek to bubbly cheek Ivana and Jenny were on their heads, their weight rested on their shoulders and against one another. Black towered over both women, his big muscular legs straddling both blonde and brunette. Furiously he started dipping huge black cock into both women’s eager dripping pussies.
“OOOH! AAAAH! FUCK YEAH!!
“AAAAGH! GOD DAMNIT, BLAAAACK AAAAAH!”
The three-sided pile-driver echoed throughout the bedroom. Black would drop every thick inch of king bull of a cock into the muling white women, who came a cursed with each deep hard thrust. Their ass cheeks rippled and bucked with each clap of Coach’s meaty black balls.
“HEEERE!”
Growled Coach, his hips thrusting for all they were worth.
“GIVE IT, BABY!” begged Jenny, her blue eyes alight with raw lust.
“IIIIIIIT!”
“OOOOOOH, FUCK YEAH, BLACK!” encouraged Ivana, her teeth bore like a famished wolf.
“GAAAAAAAAAH~!”
…
Richard Black’s plan had played thus:
On that red couch in the Swallow’s living room, Bianca Blackwood was bent over, her bulbous meaty buttocks heft high. Atop her, Anya White was planted atop, her huge breasts pressed against Bianca’s back and half her weight held in her arms, which were braced against the arm rest of the couch. And above Anya, standing on her feet on the couch, was Sammy Spitzemen, her own tight bubbly bit of cake perked appetizingly behind her.
Richard had but moments left in his hard-used monster cock. He had alligned the women as such, being sure to placed the thickest hotwife, Blackwood, and that epic bottom on...well..the bottom. Then he placed the second largest set of ass cheeks atop Bianca with Anya. And lastly, he placed the lightest and shortest woman of the group on top.
“Yeah, that’s lookin good, ladies.”
The three women looked behind them toward the towering over-muslced Black man. Anya, ever the adventurous one, bore of look of pure excitement for what was about to come.
“Come give us that big black gift, Richard.” dared Anya.
“Mmmmhm” co-signed Sammy, “come give us that big black sausage”.
“Unless us girls have worn the monster out.” challenged Bianca.
Richard crept up to them, hefting his huge ebony rod like a weapon. Gripping it at the base with his right, the man was actually smacking it in the center of his left like a cop would his night stick. The moment he arrived upon the trio of stacked women, and Bianca felt his powerful hands grip the ample meat of her booty--
“Well, Mrs. Blackwood...since you’re the one with the smart mouth…
Bianca had to stifle a gulp. She’d purposely antagonized him, and now wasn’t sure if she was ready for his breed of recompense.
As if feeling Bianca’s sudden flinch of fear, Sammy spoke “Uh-oh, now you done dunnit’, BB. He’s got that look in his eye. He-he!”
From the bottom of the stack Bianca couldn’t see this ‘look’, but knew of what look Sammy meant. The look of a black man when he knows he’s about to punish some unprepared white pussy. It was the look Gerald gave her just before he plunged every fat monstrous inch of his Big Black Cock into her ass.
“I’m--” began Bianca, actually feeling the juices of Sammy and Anya’s pussies drip onto her already wet and shiny butt cheeks. “I’m in trouble now, aren’t I?”
Richard Black’s large hands gripped as much of that white ass meat as he could. It still astonished him how much ass the Blackwood woman had. Those two big round cheeks and their hidden power (no doubt honed from hundreds of squats) were overwhelming at time. He spread her as far as the stack allowed him, Anya's own tanned ass meat obscuring his entry a bit. His fat cockhead only held from invading Blackwood’s defenseless pussy long enough to say in his deep chocolate voice--
“BIG trouble, Blackwood…”
*SSCHPLAP!*
Bianca Blackwood’s ocean blue eyes widened and crossed.
“FFFFFUUUUCK!!!!”
...
Richard buried himself to near the back of Bianca Blackwood’s pussy.
“GAAAAH!” She hollered, no option in her pinned state besides give that big black monster access into the deepest parts of her womanhood.
*BLAP! BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
Richard gripped Bianca’s delicious curvy hips and pumped and plowed her unprotected pussy. He
“GAH! AH! YEAH! YEAH!” Richard growled, each blow into the big blonde’s womb heralded as a cry of triumph.
Adding to the fire were Anya and Sammy, who were moaning their own little chorus of delight. Being on top and feeling the impact of each powerful blow sent shivers up the women’s spines. Bianca’s bestial moaning let them know she was loving every inch of Black’s huge nigger dick.
“OH! OOOH! AAH! AAH! FUCK! RICHARD! YES! YES!”
Anya, in aim to antagonize, looked down at Bianca where she bent. She gripped Bianca by her neck and tilted her head upward. Anya looked into Bianca’s gorgeous blue eyes and all only raw passion. There was a fire and fury in the thick bodied blonde’s eyes that Anya had never seen on the straight-laced english teacher before. Bianca’s head bobbed and bucked with each heavy blow of Richard’s body into hers. Anya laughed at Bianca.
“Ooooh, he’s fucking you good, Da BB?”
“OOOOOH, YES! YES! FUCK YES! IT’S SOOO~ FUCKIN’ GOOD! AAAAAAAGH!”
Bianca’s eyebrows furrowed. Her teeth clenched as Richard’s assault went belly deep into her sex. Anya’s laugh carried on as Richard’s punishment from behind continued.
“GAH! GR! HOW’S! THAT! BB!?” barked Richard, thrusting his hips hard and showing Bianca’s gripped bubbled butt no mercy.
“GAAAAH! I LOVE IT! I FUCKING LOVE IT! GET THAT WHITE PUSSY, RICHARD! AAAAAAHGH, FUCK! BURY IT BALLS DEEP!
The Black twin complied.
“OOOOOH, SHIIIIT!!”
“Daaaang”, added Sammy, “I felt that one from up here. That big nigger cock feel good?”
“OOOh, you KNOW it does, Sammy! AAAAAGH!”
Richard pumped and plowed himself into Bianca’s guts until her moans fell into maddened cooing. Her pussy came so hard and fast the big nordic beauty didn’t have time to announce it.
“Yeeeeah, there we go…” said Rich, feeling the creamy reward of Bianca’s inside coat his long thick manhood.
Bianca’s body trembled, and Richard took that time to withdraw all thirteen inches of himself from her.
“And, you Mrs. White.” said Richard, moving his hands up and spreading Anya’s sweet pink slit. She’d come herself just watching Bianca’s poor pussy take such a hard deep pounding.
“Da, is my turn…” replied Anya.
Unlike Bianca, Anya showed no hesitation or fear when Richard hefted his black monster cock at her quivering pussy lips. She went so far as to shake her round rump in excitment at the invasion.
“Such eagerness…” chuckled Rich.
He slid himself in slow --maddeningly so-- knowing that it was drive the White woman crazy.
“ < Don’t you even tease me with that huge serpent! > scolded Anya in her native tongue.
She backed her tanned bubble butt up on Richard, sucking him in up to the halfway point.
“Oooooh, BOZCHE MOI!” cried Anya.
Richard’s big black cock bent at about the halfway point. Anya’s pussy accomidated much in terms of length, but her walls were exceedingly narrow and tight. Richard found himself clamped in placed and could do not but let the White woman buck and bounce her round olive booty on his black pole. Her moans were wild, but steady. Anya worked herself on Richard, while Richard used his fingers to play with the sopping pussies of the ginger and the blond at his highest and lowest point of the stack.
“Always one to multi-task” he said aloud, enjoying the squeals of delight from Sammy above, and the low sultry murmurings of Bianca below.
From the middle he could hear the steady Russian crooning of Anya White, moving her hips and twerking all that choice white booty meat on his jet-setting dick.
“ < Oooooh, such a good meaty black dick! I want it all! >”
Wordless, Richard withdrew his fingers from the other two married women, and placed his hands at both sides of Anya’s hips. And again, Richard went to work.
*BLAP! PLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
Anya gave more of a long gasp that outright moans at this point. Her sexy mouth shaped into a giant O or pleasure as Richard delved into the furthest part of her. His balls were hitting Bianca’s button asshole and she again felt herself coming. Sammy held her position on top, near imploding with the wait for her turn.
Oh my gawd, he’s fucking BB and Anya so hard and deep” she thought. I don’t know if I can take a poundin like that.
Sammy felt herself creaming up at the challenge as much as the loud hot sounds of sex taking place below her. Her hot pussy lips were eager for their turn with Richard.
*BLAP! BLAP! PLAP* And Richard continued. He aimed to destroy these babes as best her could with however many moments he had left. Anya looked back at him, her gorgeous face mad with lust.
“AAAH, YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ANYA WITH YOUR BIG NIGGER COCK! AAAAAAGH!”
Richard kept pumping, hard enough that Anya’s head shot forward and looked ahead of her pressured climax. Her eyes were wide before they pinched shut from the fullness of Richard’s dick hitting her guts.
“DA! DAA! BALLS DEEP, BABY! WHERE IT BELONGS!
Goddamn these bitches are hot! Thought Richard. He’d never come across such spirited fuck machines.
“GAH! AAAGH! YOU KNOW IT, BABY!
Richard’s arm darted over the stacked mass and gripped Anya by the nape of her neck. Her sculpted shoulders flexed as Richard drove it deep and hard into her sex. At one point he leaned into the thrust as far as he could.
“OOOOOOOOH, SHIT! THAT IS DEEP, MY LOVE! THAT’S SO FUCKING DEEEEP!”
Anya froze, pinned to the spot with pleasure and weight.
“Oooooh, YES!” called Bianca, triumphant proud to see her white sister take all that monster cock from above. Anya’s sweaty gorgeous body glistened where she was bent. She trembled on top of Bianca. “You got her frozen, baby” said Bianca, her sexy voice taking a notedly urban twang all of a sudden.
“Grrrr! That’s right. That’s the way.” Richard exhaled, letting Anya enjoy her climax.
He pulled himself out of Anya, the long stretch of himself coming out soaked.
“Oh...oh my GAWD! What the FUCK?” sighed Anya, coming to senses with a series of jerky shakes from her thighs and knees.
“I do believe you are dick drunk, Anya dear” mocked Bianca.
Swept up in the moment, looking down at Bianca’s gorgeous face, Anya dropped her face and kissed the big blonde deeply. Anya tongue probed Bianca’s mouth, and she in kind gave Anya hers. It was as if Anya was sharing the aftershocks of her orgasm with Bianca, who soon felt her own womanhood tingle with delight.
“And then there was one…” said Richard, the hint of a threat carried in his silky voice.
He planted his index and thumb along the muscular inner curve of Sammy’s taught lower back.
“Eeek!” came Sammy. A cute mousy squeak. “It’s my turn now?”
“Yes, yes…” affirmed Richard, lining his godly rod up with the ginger gym nut’s opening.
“Oooh man, just watch the inside, ok? You could kill a girl with that big ol’ black wiener.”
At this, Richard chuckled.
“I’ll keep that in mind”
*SSSCHLIP!*
“OooOOOOH!”
The tight-bodied ginger’s little white hole didn’t stand a chance against the bounty of thick dark meat that slid into her.Thirteen vascular inches of throbbing manhood spread Sammy’s pussy to its limits over the course one long, cream-inducing, moment.
“Is lot of chocolate, da Sammy?” came Anya from below.
The sexy Russian planted a slow, sensual kiss on the underside of Sammy’s jaw, comforting and mocking the red haired fitness nut with her full lips.
“You be sure not to hold back on her, Mr. Black” said Bianca, still serving just below Anya as the thick-bootied base of the triple stack. “You put those muscles to work, Spitzmen.”
Blackwood was planting small kisses on Anya’s biceps trailing upward where her mouth could reach. Sammy’s muscles (outer and inner) flexed with Richard’s deep, maddeningly slow, first strokes. Spitzmen’s insides gripped Richard cock. He was given pause, worried she’d make him blow.
Oooh, shit! Thought Richard. Gotta be careful with this one. She’s the tightest of the three. He collected himself and stroked Sammy’s sweet pink gash, revving himself up for what would have to be a thorough pounding.
“OOooooh, FUCK! It’s so fuckin HUGE!” Sammy whined. Her voice would lilt into a mousy squeal at the fatter inches of Richard’s cock.
Thunderbolts of pleasure shot up her body when this happened and her muscles would clamp inside as well as out. Her taut little bubble butt (probably the only fat on the woman besides her sizable breasts) quivered and shook on Richard’s ebony bamboo. His hip flexors tensed and flexed keeping himself aligned with her. Sammy’s spastic wobbling and twerking of her round rump meant she was ready for more. Ready to be destroyed.
“Gonna have to drain some of this energy from you, Mrs. Spitzmen.”
“MMmmm, not if I drain what’cha got in these big ol’ black balls first, darlin’.”
Sammy’s cutesy southern belle demeanor met midway with her cock-hungry fitness demon mentality. Richard could feel himself turn to iron again, his dark staff buried in Sammy at the half-point.
“You bad little bitch”, said Richard, as he took his other hand and planted it on Sammy’s meaty little ass cheek. “Let’s get these reps in.”
WHAP!
“ONE!” called Richard, burying himself to the base of his dick inside Sammy.
“AAAH!” hollered Sammy, her eyes wide with delight.
*PLAP!*
“OOOH, FUCK RICHARD!”
“TWO!”
*BLAP!*
Richard rhythmically threw his hips toward Sammy’s defenseless pussy. In front of him, Sammy tensed and gripped the armrest of the couch, bracing herself as best she could for each hard deep thrust. Richard continued his ONE-TWO! ONE!-TWO! Slamming, gripping Sammy’s plump little rear and guiding her back to him from his handle on her toned lower back. Sammy blubbered and moaned and writhed as that nigger dick plunged itself belly deep.
“Grrrr!” growled Rich from behind as he felt her muscles clamp down on her manhood in her latest climax.
“Feels like you are hittink Sammy’s abs, Richard” purred Anya from below, Sammy taut stomach still balanced on her back.
“Oooooh, FUCK! He’s in my tummy alright. AAAAAAH, JEEZUS!”
Blackwood and Anya chuckled at Sammy slutty moans and worded retorts to her punishment.
The three hot wives melted into one another with their kissing and petting while Richard dominated them from behind. United in their ecstasy and continued satisfaction with all that black bull meat, they licked and kissed and nibbled on one another. Sammy’s cream lubricated that dark serpent’s trek inside her and dripped onto Anya’s alright sopping pussy, before tumbling down to Bianca’s. They all felt each others juices of delight while their big Black stranger dominated Sammy from on high. He picked up his pace and grew more relentless with his fucking.
*WHAP! WHAP! BLAP! PLAP!*
“OOH! OOOH! OOOOOOOH, FUCK! FUCK RICH! YES! YES!” cried Sammy, rooted in place by Richard’s superior strength and being made to take him balls deep. Her arms, legs, thighs and shoulders flexed in approval. Her body heat rose and her heart rate quickened. The adrenaline rush approached along with another storm of orgasm. She wrapped her firm grip around Richard’s solid bicep, bracing her body for another explosion.
“Ooh my fuckin’ god! Oh my god! I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna fuckin cum, baby!”
“Yeah!” chimed Anya, “Make her little pussy cream, darling!”
Sammy loved the feeling of gripping Richard’s hard muscle. The tingle and heat in her body rose.
*BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
Richard continued. His thrusts became more brazen. More relentless. Sammy lost herself as the pounding intensified and she could feel Richard move his hands from her ass to her sculpted shoulders. His fingers found purchase in the curvy labors of the red head’s work. He could tell the girl had never missed a day of working out. She’d look most at home on the cover of a Wheaties box. Ooooh, shit! Richard thought. These young fitness nuts ain’t no joke! Indeed. Richard’s travels had found him going toe-to-toe with a number of twenty-something beauties from different points on the globe. They fucked like they were going for the gold and had something to prove. A pair of Swedish track runners, a German gymnast and a Colombian swimmer had proven that to him during his last trek through Norway. While the Black world traveler had left those four singing praises for the ol U.S.A. , he’d needed days to recover (as well as re hydrate) from the night long carnal circuit.
Sammy Spitzmen would have fit in flawlessly with that group.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! YES! YAAAS!”
Sammy was overwhelmed but loving it. Her screams grew in pitch and Richard plowed his way to the center of her and withdrew to almost the tip, before throwing himself into her deepest depths again.
*PLAP! BLAP! BLAM! BLAM! BLAP!*
Sammy’s scream devolved into spastic sputterings of language. Half-choked curses and calls to the other two girls beneath.
“OH! YA! YEAH! YEAH! OOH! BIG FUCKIN-AAGH! AAAH! FUCK! FUCKIN--GAAH! BALLS! FUCKIN! DEEP! AAAAAGH!”
“GN! GAH! NNG! GNN! GNNN!” Belted Richard from behind, his face twisted in focus as he broke the smaller Coxville wife.
Anya and Bianca both laughed and silently frothed at the sound and sensation of little Sammy getting pummeled above them.
“Hahaha, she loves it!” laughed Anya.
“Hahaha, oh she’s definitely in love, girl. You hear all that moaning.”
“OOOOO~OOOH! OOOH, FUCK RICHARD!!!” Sammy howled, giving Bianca and Anya’s light hearted jeering credence.
“GET HER, BABY!” called Bianca. “You got her sooo~ fuckin dick drunk right now.”
Sammy shook where she stood. Her knees shook and rocked as if they threatened to collapse beneath her.
“I LOVE the sound of hearink girlfriend’s take big black cock!” exclaimed Anya, half-turning to Richard --
“You movink back to Coxville after this, da?”
Richard, still feeding Sammy his flesh up to the root, gave Anya a conspiratorial smile of mischief.
“I gotta say --UNG!-- You --GNN! GET IT-- girls make a --NNG!-- brotha certainly feel welcome.
“Ooh yes, darling. You can just call us the ‘welcoming committee’ for Big Black Cock” added Bianca from below.
Richard slid a hand below and used it to grip a handful of 3B’s bountiful ass meat.
“MMhm! You won’t find many brothas saying no to this sorta welcome. *He-he*
Richard gave Sammy several more powerful gut-probing strokes. ONE-TWO! Only added with a third which Richard, gripping Sammy at her sculpted hips, held her in place, making her feel every inch of him.
“FFFFFFUCK, BABY!” Sammy cursed allowed, her moan carrying energetic (almost angry) inflection in her FUCK! “You’re gonna ruin sex for me back home, Rich. Oh my GAWD!”
Richard Black held onto Sammy from behind.
“My condolences to your husband” replied Richard with a chuckle. “I’m sure keeping up with a body this fierce isn’t easy.”
“PSH! He ain’t nowhere near keeping me this happy.”
Sammy turned her head to Richard, her face but an inch away from his.
“That twinkie of his ain’t in spittin reach of this chocolate stick.”
Sammy’s eyes dazzled and held on Richard’s deep brown ones. She was overcome with his handsome dark features. Sammy was noticing herself more and more taken with the manly features of ‘bruds’ in town. There was power in them. And paired with their adonis like bodies she quickly found herself taken with them. She expressed this by pressing her lips firmly to his. They connected and Richard’s tongue soon found hers. The two kissed, his cock still buried to the brim within her, and BB and Anya shared a deep kiss of their own.
It was four amazing bodies collapse atop one another.
Their fucking gradually resumed and quickly picked up speed after they’d shared the intimacy of their lips on each other. The three women purred and kissed at one another, Sammy taking her time with Richard's lips with her hand clamped at the back of his head as he switched from wet hole to wet hole. The three bowed women came, back-to-back-to-back, each girl getting thoroughly destroyed by the towering negro when their turn to be taken came. Each woman giggled at the approach of their hard earned meat, only to be replaced with loud, nigh animalistic, writhing and squriming. Richard lowered himself back down to 3B’s epic buttocks and blasted her until she sobbed in delight. Her booty meat juggled under his onslaught. Richard's huge testicles slapped against her underside, bumping against the lowest point of her abs.
The thump of Rich's nuts against her belly, added with the hard impacts of his monster dong at the back of her womb, drove 3B mad with lust. Like Sammy, Richard was beyond remorse when it came to burying himself in the cock-drunk white women's guts.
“OOOH! SHIT! MY FUCKIN KIDNEYS!!” she barked, sending herself and the group into laughter.
“This black serpent can’t pick a home, can he?” said Anya playfully, as Richard sawed his monstrous cock between the slits of her pussy and the mountainous ass cheeks of Blackwood. Liquids basted Bianca's ass, her own juices giving her ass a delicious sheen. Anya twerked and bucked her wonderful tanned bubble in the aim of getting Richard's attention.
“I’m spoiled for choice here.” admitted Richard allowed. “So my ass and good pussy.”
“Don’t take too long decidin’” said Sammy from the peak. “We still got a hankerin for that secret sauce you’re keepin from us.”
Richard said nothing to this. He knew he was down to his last thrusts.
“Da! We still need your cum.”
“You’re overdue, Mr. Black.”
Switching his monster cock from Bianca to Anya, back up to the mewling Sammy and then motioning back down to Bianca again, Richard readied himself.
“Alright. Let’s get it in…”
...
“OOOOOOH, FUCK BABY!!” Cried Jenny, another explosion of pleasure hitting her womb as Coach hit the back of his with his thick long dark pole.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! BLAP!*
Black had kept his rhythm; moving into one woman (down to the balls). Retract. Motion to the other woman (down to the balls). Retract and repeat. The tightness of the two married women was astonishing.
Jenny’s face was angled toward his where she was planted on the bedroom, her body planted onto the carpet with her shoulders and neck. Her hair fanned outward on the floor, so many golden strands spreading out around her gorgeous flushed red visage. A blonde goddess getting every inch of her black god. Her blue eyes rolled up and into her head as Coach crouched over her, a primal caveman-esque pose as he straddled the two floor-based women and dove head-first. Jenny’s body quivered and spasmed in delight, but was given support from the back by Ivana’s equally bodacious one. The brunette’s legs were split wide for Black, her creamy pussy a defenseless target pointed upward at HER new bull.
Black gave Ivana similar treatment,and enjoyed the guttering howl from the woman.
“GAAAAAAH, FUCK! BIG DICK MOTHERFUCKER!”
Black laughed, hardily as he let the flow -- withheld to the point of madness -- finally erupt. The near-buckling of his legs caused him to pinch his own eyes shut, welcoming the hot heavy gush of himself onto the two cock-crazed sluts beneath.
“GGGGAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Coach Black roared! A prize bull releasing himself in a triumphant wail that overtook the entire room.
“YEAAAAAAAS!” Cried both Summer and Swallows in unison. Their own bodies quivered and came one final time as felt the spray of Black’s seed hit their skin. His cum was so warm it almost felt hot as it landed and oozed down their sweaty white skin.
It hit their thighs. It splattered onto their ass cheeks. It trailed down their backs and hosed the expanse of their sex. It was so good that neither woman had realized they’d been holding hands during their king’s long-awaited eruption. He was a black volcano, shooting himself downward rather than upward. Rather than hot red he blasted them in thick white liquid.
“OOOOOOOOOOH, FUCK!”
“OOOOOOOH, MY GAWD!”
“AAAAAAGH, SHIT!”
The trio shouted, wailed and bellowed. Their bodies clenched together, in one contracting mass of heated flesh. Jenny and Ivana’s open mouth caught globs of Black cum where they. Like white rain from above they tasted Black, and instantly were enthralled in his taste.
OH MY GAWD, HE TASTES DIVINE! Thought Ivana, in a silent confession as she let Coach’s taste hit her taste buds. No wonder Jenny can’t let him go. Jenny sucked down as much of her nigger treat as she could. She swallowed back-to-back globs of Black’s baby batter. Fuck! I’ll never get tired of his cum!
Coach was beyond thought, beyond focus now. His only sense went into how damn good this nut felt. His senses were rocked to their foundation.
“SHIIIIIT!” cursed Black, almost falling to knee and having to brace himself by planting his powerful hands on the meat of both women’s thickly muscled thighs.
By the time Coach was able to open his eyes, his quaking knees easing themselves back to steadiness. Both women’s beautiful faces were almost lost in creamy white, their moans carrying through the globs of thick white. Their mouths were full of creamy cum, and yet both women’s tongues were flecked out of their mouths, as if in expectancy of more. Surprisingly, Black looked down to see he was still leaking seed. Jenny and Ivana’s thighs and ass were basted with pearly white cum. Their pink parts were flooded with his seed...both of them.
Uh-oh, thought Black, upon spying his mighty work.
...
The tight-bodied ginger’s little white hole didn’t stand a chance against the bounty of thick dark meat that slid into her.Thirteen vascular inches of throbbing manhood spread Sammy’s pussy to its limits over the course one long, cream-inducing, moment.
“Is lot of chocolate, da Sammy?” came Anya from below.
The sexy Russian planted a slow, sensual kiss on the underside of Sammy’s jaw, comforting and mocking the red haired fitness nut with her full lips.
“You be sure not to hold back on her, Mr. Black” said Bianca, still serving just below Anya as the thick-bootied base of the triple stack. “You put those muscles to work, Spitzmen.”
Blackwood was planting small kisses on Anya’s biceps trailing upward where her mouth could reach. Sammy’s muscles (outer and inner) flexed with Richard’s deep, maddeningly slow, first strokes. Spitzmen’s insides gripped Richard cock. He was given pause, worried she’d make him blow.
Oooh, shit! Thought Richard. Gotta be careful with this one. She’s the tightest of the three. He collected himself and stroked Sammy’s sweet pink gash, revving himself up for what would have to be a thorough pounding.
“OOooooh, FUCK! It’s so fuckin HUGE!” Sammy whined. Her voice would lilt into a mousy squeal at the fatter inches of Richard’s cock.
Thunderbolts of pleasure shot up her body when this happened and her muscles would clamp inside as well as out. Her taut little bubble butt (probably the only fat on the woman besides her sizable breasts) quivered and shook on Richard’s ebony bamboo. His hip flexors tensed and flexed keeping himself aligned with her. Sammy’s spastic wobbling and twerking of her round rump meant she was ready for more. Ready to be destroyed.
“Gonna have to drain some of this energy from you, Mrs. Spitzmen.”
“MMmmm, not if I drain what’cha got in these big ol’ black balls first, darlin’.”
Sammy’s cutesy southern belle demeanor met midway with her cock-hungry fitness demon mentality. Richard could feel himself turn to iron again, his dark staff buried in Sammy at the half-point.
“You bad little bitch”, said Richard, as he took his other hand and planted it on Sammy’s meaty little ass cheek. “Let’s get these reps in.”
WHAP!
“ONE!” called Richard, burying himself to the base of his dick inside Sammy.
“AAAH!” hollered Sammy, her eyes wide with delight.
*PLAP!*
“OOOH, FUCK RICHARD!”
“TWO!”
*BLAP!*
Richard rhythmically threw his hips toward Sammy’s defenseless pussy. In front of him, Sammy tensed and gripped the armrest of the couch, bracing herself as best she could for each hard deep thrust. Richard continued his ONE-TWO! ONE!-TWO! Slamming, gripping Sammy’s plump little rear and guiding her back to him from his handle on her toned lower back. Sammy blubbered and moaned and writhed as that nigger dick plunged itself belly deep.
“Grrrr!” growled Rich from behind as he felt her muscles clamp down on her manhood in her latest climax.
“Feels like you are hittink Sammy’s abs, Richard” purred Anya from below, Sammy taut stomach still balanced on her back.
“Oooooh, FUCK! He’s in my tummy alright. AAAAAAH, JEEZUS!”
Blackwood and Anya chuckled at Sammy slutty moans and worded retorts to her punishment.
The three hot wives melted into one another with their kissing and petting while Richard dominated them from behind. United in their ecstasy and continued satisfaction with all that black bull meat, they licked and kissed and nibbled on one another. Sammy’s cream lubricated that dark serpent’s trek inside her and dripped onto Anya’s alright sopping pussy, before tumbling down to Bianca’s. They all felt each others juices of delight while their big Black stranger dominated Sammy from on high. He picked up his pace and grew more relentless with his fucking.
*WHAP! WHAP! BLAP! PLAP!*
“OOH! OOOH! OOOOOOOH, FUCK! FUCK RICH! YES! YES!” cried Sammy, rooted in place by Richard’s superior strength and being made to take him balls deep. Her arms, legs, thighs and shoulders flexed in approval. Her body heat rose and her heart rate quickened. The adrenaline rush approached along with another storm of orgasm. She wrapped her firm grip around Richard’s solid bicep, bracing her body for another explosion.
“Ooh my fuckin’ god! Oh my god! I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna fuckin cum, baby!”
“Yeah!” chimed Anya, “Make her little pussy cream, darling!”
Sammy loved the feeling of gripping Richard’s hard muscle. The tingle and heat in her body rose.
*BLAP! BLAP! BLAP!*
Richard continued. His thrusts became more brazen. More relentless. Sammy lost herself as the pounding intensified and she could feel Richard move his hands from her ass to her sculpted shoulders. His fingers found purchase in the curvy labors of the red head’s work. He could tell the girl had never missed a day of working out. She’d look most at home on the cover of a Wheaties box. Ooooh, shit! Richard thought. These young fitness nuts ain’t no joke! Indeed. Richard’s travels had found him going toe-to-toe with a number of twenty-something beauties from different points on the globe. They fucked like they were going for the gold and had something to prove. A pair of Swedish track runners, a German gymnast and a Colombian swimmer had proven that to him during his last trek through Norway. While the Black world traveler had left those four singing praises for the ol U.S.A. , he’d needed days to recover (as well as re hydrate) from the night long carnal circuit.
Sammy Spitzmen would have fit in flawlessly with that group.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! YES! YAAAS!”
Sammy was overwhelmed but loving it. Her screams grew in pitch and Richard plowed his way to the center of her and withdrew to almost the tip, before throwing himself into her deepest depths again.
*PLAP! BLAP! BLAM! BLAM! BLAP!*
Sammy’s scream devolved into spastic sputterings of language. Half-choked curses and calls to the other two girls beneath.
“OH! YA! YEAH! YEAH! OOH! BIG FUCKIN-AAGH! AAAH! FUCK! FUCKIN--GAAH! BALLS! FUCKIN! DEEP! AAAAAGH!”
“GN! GAH! NNG! GNN! GNNN!” Belted Richard from behind, his face twisted in focus as he broke the smaller Coxville wife.
Anya and Bianca both laughed and silently frothed at the sound and sensation of little Sammy getting pummeled above them.
“Hahaha, she loves it!” laughed Anya.
“Hahaha, oh she’s definitely in love, girl. You hear all that moaning.”
“OOOOO~OOOH! OOOH, FUCK RICHARD!!!” Sammy howled, giving Bianca and Anya’s light hearted jeering credence.
“GET HER, BABY!” called Bianca. “You got her sooo~ fuckin dick drunk right now.”
Sammy shook where she stood. Her knees shook and rocked as if they threatened to collapse beneath her.
“I LOVE the sound of hearink girlfriend’s take big black cock!” exclaimed Anya, half-turning to Richard --
“You movink back to Coxville after this, da?”
Richard, still feeding Sammy his flesh up to the root, gave Anya a conspiratorial smile of mischief.
“I gotta say --UNG!-- You --GNN! GET IT-- girls make a --NNG!-- brotha certainly feel welcome.
“Ooh yes, darling. You can just call us the ‘welcoming committee’ for Big Black Cock” added Bianca from below.
Richard slid a hand below and used it to grip a handful of 3B’s bountiful ass meat.
“MMhm! You won’t find many brothas saying no to this sorta welcome. *He-he*
Richard gave Sammy several more powerful gut-probing strokes. ONE-TWO! Only added with a third which Richard, gripping Sammy at her sculpted hips, held her in place, making her feel every inch of him.
“FFFFFFUCK, BABY!” Sammy cursed allowed, her moan carrying energetic (almost angry) inflection in her FUCK! “You’re gonna ruin sex for me back home, Rich. Oh my GAWD!”
Richard Black held onto Sammy from behind.
“My condolences to your husband” replied Richard with a chuckle. “I’m sure keeping up with a body this fierce isn’t easy.”
“PSH! He ain’t nowhere near keeping me this happy.”
Sammy turned her head to Richard, her face but an inch away from his.
“That twinkie of his ain’t in spittin reach of this chocolate stick.”
Sammy’s eyes dazzled and held on Richard’s deep brown ones. She was overcome with his handsome dark features. Sammy was noticing herself more and more taken with the manly features of ‘bruds’ in town. There was power in them. And paired with their adonis like bodies she quickly found herself taken with them. She expressed this by pressing her lips firmly to his. They connected and Richard’s tongue soon found hers. The two kissed, his cock still buried to the brim within her, and BB and Anya shared a deep kiss of their own.
It was four amazing bodies collapse atop one another.
Their fucking gradually resumed and quickly picked up speed after they’d shared the intimacy of their lips on each other. The three women purred and kissed at one another, Sammy taking her time with Richard's lips with her hand clamped at the back of his head as he switched from wet hole to wet hole. The three bowed women came, back-to-back-to-back, each girl getting thoroughly destroyed by the towering negro when their turn to be taken came. Each woman giggled at the approach of their hard earned meat, only to be replaced with loud, nigh animalistic, writhing and squriming. Richard lowered himself back down to 3B’s epic buttocks and blasted her until she sobbed in delight. Her booty meat juggled under his onslaught. Richard's huge testicles slapped against her underside, bumping against the lowest point of her abs.
The thump of Rich's nuts against her belly, added with the hard impacts of his monster dong at the back of her womb, drove 3B mad with lust. Like Sammy, Richard was beyond remorse when it came to burying himself in the cock-drunk white women's guts.
“OOOH! SHIT! MY FUCKIN KIDNEYS!!” she barked, sending herself and the group into laughter.
“This black serpent can’t pick a home, can he?” said Anya playfully, as Richard sawed his monstrous cock between the slits of her pussy and the mountainous ass cheeks of Blackwood. Liquids basted Bianca's ass, her own juices giving her ass a delicious sheen. Anya twerked and bucked her wonderful tanned bubble in the aim of getting Richard's attention.
“I’m spoiled for choice here.” admitted Richard allowed. “So my ass and good pussy.”
“Don’t take too long decidin’” said Sammy from the peak. “We still got a hankerin for that secret sauce you’re keepin from us.”
Richard said nothing to this. He knew he was down to his last thrusts.
“Da! We still need your cum.”
“You’re overdue, Mr. Black.”
Switching his monster cock from Bianca to Anya, back up to the mewling Sammy and then motioning back down to Bianca again, Richard readied himself.
“Alright. Let’s get it in…”
...
Coach Black had drained his meaty black balls on (sometimes in) many-a-woman. He’d always known his orgasms to be ‘powerful’, his solid white cream never failing to hit its target in thick wet globs. An explosion of white that, as far back as he could recall, always left women gasping and sputtering in the attempt to balance gobbling up as much of his seed as their greedy mouths could take without drowning in the bounty. He’d taxed many white women in his years, two and three at a time (sometimes more). Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows earned their mantle as the hardest fuck he’d ever had. Dipping his burly wick into the two stacked and packed white women had him drenched and shiny in his sweat. His body had been pushed to its brink and he was at his lust’s end.
The initial eruption the explosion from his loins, alone, made his knees almost buckle, it felt so damn good. He’d spent those last moments, dive-bombing between the two eager white slut’s hot pink pussies. They’d sounded like raving animals in heat with each plunge and their parts refused to let him pull out upon being hit by the base of his mighty black cock.“OOOOOOH, FUCK BABY!!” Cried Jenny, another explosion of pleasure hitting her womb as Coach hit the back of his with his thick long dark pole.
*PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! BLAP!*
Black had kept his rhythm; moving into one woman (down to the balls). Retract. Motion to the other woman (down to the balls). Retract and repeat. The tightness of the two married women was astonishing.
Jenny’s face was angled toward his where she was planted on the bedroom, her body planted onto the carpet with her shoulders and neck. Her hair fanned outward on the floor, so many golden strands spreading out around her gorgeous flushed red visage. A blonde goddess getting every inch of her black god. Her blue eyes rolled up and into her head as Coach crouched over her, a primal caveman-esque pose as he straddled the two floor-based women and dove head-first. Jenny’s body quivered and spasmed in delight, but was given support from the back by Ivana’s equally bodacious one. The brunette’s legs were split wide for Black, her creamy pussy a defenseless target pointed upward at HER new bull.
Black gave Ivana similar treatment,and enjoyed the guttering howl from the woman.
“GAAAAAAH, FUCK! BIG DICK MOTHERFUCKER!”
Black laughed, hardily as he let the flow -- withheld to the point of madness -- finally erupt. The near-buckling of his legs caused him to pinch his own eyes shut, welcoming the hot heavy gush of himself onto the two cock-crazed sluts beneath.
“GGGGAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Coach Black roared! A prize bull releasing himself in a triumphant wail that overtook the entire room.
“YEAAAAAAAS!” Cried both Summer and Swallows in unison. Their own bodies quivered and came one final time as felt the spray of Black’s seed hit their skin. His cum was so warm it almost felt hot as it landed and oozed down their sweaty white skin.
It hit their thighs. It splattered onto their ass cheeks. It trailed down their backs and hosed the expanse of their sex. It was so good that neither woman had realized they’d been holding hands during their king’s long-awaited eruption. He was a black volcano, shooting himself downward rather than upward. Rather than hot red he blasted them in thick white liquid.
“OOOOOOOOOOH, FUCK!”
“OOOOOOOH, MY GAWD!”
“AAAAAAGH, SHIT!”
The trio shouted, wailed and bellowed. Their bodies clenched together, in one contracting mass of heated flesh. Jenny and Ivana’s open mouth caught globs of Black cum where they. Like white rain from above they tasted Black, and instantly were enthralled in his taste.
OH MY GAWD, HE TASTES DIVINE! Thought Ivana, in a silent confession as she let Coach’s taste hit her taste buds. No wonder Jenny can’t let him go. Jenny sucked down as much of her nigger treat as she could. She swallowed back-to-back globs of Black’s baby batter. Fuck! I’ll never get tired of his cum!
Coach was beyond thought, beyond focus now. His only sense went into how damn good this nut felt. His senses were rocked to their foundation.
“SHIIIIIT!” cursed Black, almost falling to knee and having to brace himself by planting his powerful hands on the meat of both women’s thickly muscled thighs.
By the time Coach was able to open his eyes, his quaking knees easing themselves back to steadiness. Both women’s beautiful faces were almost lost in creamy white, their moans carrying through the globs of thick white. Their mouths were full of creamy cum, and yet both women’s tongues were flecked out of their mouths, as if in expectancy of more. Surprisingly, Black looked down to see he was still leaking seed. Jenny and Ivana’s thighs and ass were basted with pearly white cum. Their pink parts were flooded with his seed...both of them.
Uh-oh, thought Black, upon spying his mighty work.
...
Richard Black looked down at the sight of heaven itself! He was waging war on three beautiful sets of plump round white ass-meat, stacked and glossed sweat other wetness before him. A miniature pyramid of three finely sculpted bodies. Bianca, Anya and Sammy remained bent over atop one another on that now infamous red couch in the Swallows’ abode. The meaty roundness of bodacious bubble butt made the slippery wet base of the triple stack. Aside from the small strands of her lush blond hair and toned muscular arch of Blackwood’s lower back, the only parts of her visible to Richard beneath the bent over Anya were her immense lily white ass cheeks (wonders defying logic! Black thought). He giant hands could hardly hold the jiggly ass-meat in place as he motioned in and out. She had a deceptive amount of muscle beneath all that rear-flesh. He could feel it flex and release in his hands as she tried to brace herself for each hard thrust.
“GAAH, all! This! Ass!” he grunted, working his hips into her.
Both bulbous mounds were now a flushed hot pink from the evening’s hard use. Richard had been plowing the big blonde and her girlfriends silly for the better part of an hour now (it felt far longer). Little mercy was shown to her amazingly large cheeks and tight pink gash.
*BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAP!*
“Oh! Oooh! OOOH! FUCK, baby! You’re gonna spoil us girls with all that dark meat!”
Withdrawing his massive black rod from her intensely tight womanhood, it’d drip steady bits of wetness whenever in wait for another volley of hard deep blows from that huge black sausage.
“I thinkink is bit late for that, BB...” chuckled dark Anya from above into Bianca’s ear.
Anya brushed her lips against Bianca’s earlobes and jaw, making the tremble of her latest hard orgasm lengthen with tiny shakes. Hearing her friend’s deep moans and groans (Bianca writhed like a demon while getting fucked) at the strong Black twin’s onslaught made the Russian housewife unbearably horny, dire for another go. Feeling Richard’s powerful blows barrell into her thick blonde beauty of a girlfriend made Anya eager for more of Richard’s big black cock.
“He’s so good to us, yes BB?”
Bianca was sputtering tongues trying to come down from her climax.
“Oooh, ooooh FUCK! Can we keep him?”
The trio giggled. At this, Richard was uncertain if they were joking or serious. The stroke and slam of Richard’s body into theirs made them all near overflow with excitement. The anticipation of not knowing which of them were next to have their slick little white fuckholes invaded by more than a foot of rock hard the color of dark chocolate made them all quiver. It was a mad, sweaty roulette between the hot married trio of stunning white women. Richard felt his body scream for the end approach with each blow. His balls wanted nothing more than to be loosed for the nigh insatiable white sluts. Richard worked his way up the pyramid of bodies. Up to Anya’s sweet tanned rear..Richard slipped himself deep into her--
“Nnng! < That black serpent fills every inch of me! >” she growled, looking back at Richard with her deep sultry eyes. They burned of mixed anger and ecstasy. < You and your big mean nigger dick! >
Richard just gave her his signature grin.
< That sort of talk gets you punished, bitch. >
Knowing her tight hole would let him fill her to the brim, Richard didn’t withhold an inch from the amazing Euro-beauty. He buried himself down to the balls,
< GET IT! > He bellowed, a command in his deep booming voice that made Anya holler havoc.
His pelvis and abs pressed against hard against her delectable Russian mounds. His testicles bounced and pressed themselves against Bianca’s sweet puckered asshole, making the blond giggle.
“Ooooh, he’s gettin in you good, Anya” mocked Bianca.
“You better fight that big bull”, added Sammy from above. “‘Beforehe busts ya right in half.”
Richard gripped at the muscular inner curve of Anya’s lower back with his left thumb, the rest of his fingers spaced round the taut expanse of her waist. His right middle and ring finger meanwhile busied themselves with Sammy’s slick pink pussy, gently probing in and out in rhythm with the deep strokes of his huge nigger dick.
“OOoooooh, shit! Gotta love a man who can multi-task” cooed Sammy, tensing her thighs around Anya’s waist to keep her from losing balance.
Richard was on his last legs. As he pumped and plowed into the sexy dark haired slut, he counted every breath as if it were his last. He looked down at his ab muscles and hip-flexers firing wildly. These three Coxville wives would work a lesser man to his death from exhaustion. Richard wondered with equal parts glee and weariness what sharing a neighborhood with this trio would be like. Living among these three visions who, no doubt, would want to make sessions like this a regular venture. How the hell does my bro do it? He thought. It was about this time that Richard began giving serious thought to --maybe-- returning home. He withdrew his long ebony rod from Anya and moved up to Sammy.
“Your turn, Red.”
The red head’s pussy gave him the most fuss upon entry. The ginger gym nut was, indeed, tight all over.
“Grr! Such a stubborn one” grumbled Richard, pressing his knoby cockhead at her tiny entrance. His black hammer pushed and grooved and finessed her slick center into blooming.
“Ooooooh, tell me about it!” cried Sammy. Her tight little fuckhole fought every inch of Richard’s dark meaty pipe.
Richard gripped Sammy’s tight buttocks, his dark hands covered her delicious tight cheeks, pulling her chiseld body to him and his head gained entry, and then giving way slowly to the rest of him.
“Oooo~oooh that’s a LOTTA fuckin chocolate!”
“Mmmhm!” exclaimed Anya and BB below.
The redhead had the tiniest ass out of the trio, but that did not mean she was lacking (at all). Sammy had an impressive little bubble in her own right. Pert, full, round. And better still she could bounce and shake her cheeks with the best of them. Her little mounds wobbled and worked Richard as best they could, making him growl behind her.
"Oooooh, yes! You work that sweet little ass, baby" he encouraged.
"Work! That! Shit!" he marked each word with a firm smack on her each cheek, a heavy red hand print forming almost immediately.
"AH! AH! AAAH!" squealed Sammy, loving the shock on her skin from his big black hands, while being stuffed with thick black meat.
There was certainly more visible muscle to her than the other two women, but Richard was still able to see her white flesh ripple somewhat with each deep plunge he took into her. A high lush sheen showed on her roundness. From below, one could see Richard’s cock bending at a little more than the halfway point, Sammy’s womb unable to give the giant Black man further access (though lord knew she wanted to). His muscular torso colliding with hers. Two finely sculpted bodies in repeated collisions. The two of them moaned and mewled over each other. Richard dominated Sammy’s defenseless pussy, showing it no quarter in burying himself as deep as her pussy would allow, and then just another inch or so deeper. Sammy’s spirited yelps had Bianca and Anya chuckling into each other’s mouths as they made out below the rocking interracial couple.
“I love how he makes her wail” said Bianca, biting down gently on Anya’s full red lips.
“I kno~w” agreed Anya. “Is so sexy. Richard gets her so good with his big nigger cock.”
Richard growled as he destroyed Sammy from behind. His left arm outstretched, his muscles tensed as he gripped Sammy at her sculpted shoulder She was flexing from each blow and the effort to keep herself balanced. The flame-haired bodybuilder used her strength to stay in place, not trying to be fucked off the couch from Richard’s blasts. Sammy’s innate clumsiness all but disappeared when having at big black cock. She developed a skill to keep herself upright and strong when tackling that black meat. Sammy’s triceps flared as she planted her hands on the arm of the couch. Anya and Bianca left a string of soft, sweet kisses on her wrist and hands when they weren’t busy tasting each other’s lips. Sammy kept herself rooted to the spot as best she could while Richard tagged her, again and again and again.
“AH! AAAH! AAAH! YAAAAAS!” Sammy hollered, looking back at Richard with a sexy pout. Her green eyes were alight with lust.
“Yeah! Yeah! YEEAH!” replied Richard, sweat dripping freely down his handsome face.
Sammy marveled at the sight of his sculpted black body behind her.
“Ooooh dang, Richard darlin. Look at you. You’re gettin a proper workout from us three, aren’t ya? Look at those abs.”
“In the best way. You *GAH!* three *GUH!* count as a damn Olympic sport! *GAAH!* ”
“Fuckin-A, baby! Oooooh! Git er done! GET! ER! DONE! AAAAAH!”
*BLAP! BLAP! PLAP! BLAP!*
Richard worked himself into a frenzy now, his orgasm imminent. After punishing Sammy’s precious pink pussy, he took his rod to Anya again, giving her several powerful pumps. Just enough to bring the raven haired hottie to the cusp of madness. He then went down to the 3B, punishing her big luscious booty in equal measure. He went at random, blasting each woman in no particular pattern now.
*BLAP! BLAM! PLAP! BLAP! BLAP! PLAP!*
He went mad in those three epic bodies. Moving like a man possessed. If this nut doesn’t kill me-- Richard began, but halted when he felt the tingle of his body mark the end. Richard took that time to mutter a small prayer to himself just then. If this orgasm didn’t stop his heart, he’d stand in awe (once the ability to stand returned to him). His long thick rod moved with a speed and precision unlike anything the trio had seen or felt. He skillfully slipped in and out of each fine white body. His serpent switched from hole to hole to hole, catching the chosen slit off guard with its hard dark entrance.
“AAAH! SHIT!”
“OOOOh, FUCKIN JESUS!”
“GAAAH! IT’S SO FUCKIN DE~EP!”
The three Coxville women’s cries rose to a fever pitch, causing Richard to roar as he --at long last-- reached the end of his rope.
“GRRRRR--HERE COMES--” like a black god he towered over his three white fuck-monsters, loomed over them with his mass of dark rippling muscle and immense angry cock. The contents of his hefty balls sprayed out and into the air, after slipping from one of the girl’s beaten quims.
“GAAAAAAH!” cried Richard, watching the spray of himself jut upwards and literally rain down upon Bianca, Sammy and Anya’s backs and trembling booties.
The trio all turned to the sight of their black bull. Wave after wave of his creamy white seed shot over them, at time overshooting the couch entirely, and thick rain drops of creamy nigger cum hit their faces and greedy lips. The taste of him made them climax. Their tastebuds trigger a madness in them they could no longer keep quiet. They moaned and mewled for more of him.
“OOoh, YAAAS, give us ALL of it, baby!” called Sammy.
“Daa, DAAAA! All of what you have in those balls!” added Anya.
“MMMMhm, ALL that secret sauce, Mr. Black!”
The three of them kept their maws wipe open for the delicious white rain of their new black master. The four bodies quaked on the red couch, the entire room reduced to a spastic roar of pleasure. Explosions overtook the women, while Richard erupted like a volcano.
And somewhere, in that moment, at the apex of that four-sided explosion, someone’s voice called out. A voice lower than and, yet, somehow still louder than the collected screams of Richard, Sammy, Anya and Bianca, uttered a most curious phrase. They would, all four, vaguely recall the utterance. It would loom in the back of their minds, yet never nag them to the point of inquiry on who exactly spoke at that moment. They would never ask one another who made the curious comment and it’s unusual cadence -- though low and deep -- could never be rightly identified as either male or female. An indiscernible voice rising to the top of the room as the group came and collapsed onto one another. A curious thing (as is it is with many strange unknowable things in the small southern county), which the group would be far too weary and racked with the aftershocks of lust’s reward to ever question.
“Damballah be praised!”
Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows lie flat on the bedroom floor. Their gorgeous bodies flushed and glossy with a mix of sweat frosted with Coach Black’s rich thick seed. The pair had been doused -- hosed down -- in the reward of competition for the stallion Black man standing (barely) over them. Jenny lie half on her side, her massive breasts flopped one atop the other, two lily white globes heaving rythmically.
“Ooh *HUFF* Ooooh *HUFF* sweet black baby JEEZUS, Coach.”
A small series of ivory rivers ran down the expanse of her mountainous mammaries before encroaching onto the carpeting.
Ivana, positioned rnext to her hard-fought rival, lie flat on her back. Random nameless constellations of nigger cream mapped the hard used muscles of her abs and coated her gigantic upward pointed breasts. Her tanned body looked amazing on the ground next to paler blonde frienemy. Her round chest heaved up and down in even patterns, her exhausted breaths causing them to swell and relax. Drops of cum sat just atop her darked budded nipples. Ivana swore she felt tingles from the cooling spunk on her sensitive points.
“G--*HUFF* *HUFF GAWD...” she sighed, her words more an exhale than actual speech.
The spent athletics expert stood before them. A winded dark-skinned adonis looming above the two fallen beauties. Balanced on his haunches with two open hands upon his knees, he stood (barely), his long veiny snake hanging, heavy but spent, between his legs. His easing cockhead dripped thick dregs of what remained of his blast, hitting the floor with a light thump. It had been a three-sided war that took place in that bedroom. Looking to his right, seeing the now sheetless and worn-in bed, Black understood this now more than ever. He chuckled a bit.
“Good hustle today, ladies.”
A phrase he’d often use when addressing the young men he instructed at Coxville High.
“Th--That’ll show you...Swallows” came Jenny, still trying to posture dominance in even her and her rival’s mutual defeat. They both licked their lips, the creamy frosting of their shared nigger bull splotched onto their faces like pearly white cake batter.
“Oh please. You *huff* you knew the rules. First one to make him cum. You lost, blondie. Badly I might add.”
Jenny turned to her other side to face the lounging brunette. Her blue eyes were pure fury.
“You REALLY got your brains fucked loose if you think YOU won that? I’ve seen girls my daughter’s age take black dick better than that.”
At this, Ivana hefted herself from her flat back to the backs of her elbows, facing Jenny. Her nostrils flared and her green eyes narrowing on Summer’s spiteful blue ones.
“OK -- firstly -- my brains are just fine.”
“Soon as we scoop them up off the bed”, chuckled Coach.
“Oh shut up, Black!”, retorted Ivana, “you’re not helping’. Her tone a tad more sheepish than she’d intended.
“You’re not foolin anyone, Ivy. Admit it. You got put in your place.”
“Coach! Be a dear and clear this up for us. Tell this dick-drunk bimbo that she lost.”
“Y-Y’all bitches are out of control…” grunted Black.
Black, with a bit more effort than expected to expend, rose to his full height. His back, arms and balls felt made of concrete. Rooted to the spot where he stood. His testicle were two masses of what felt like cement. They’d been worked well over what he’d expected. The blonde and brunette babes had sucked and fucked him to the point he thought he might actually break under their duel efforts.
“Well...”, began Coach, “perfectly honest, I don’t know who won that one.”
The two women’s fiery gazes went from each other and locked onto him. He half flinched at suddenly being on the receiving end of the pair’s ‘angry’ scowels.
“What are you talking about!?” said Jenny.
“What in the hell are you--” added Ivana.
“I’m sayin I actually don’t know who made me bust.”
“You’re being funny.”
“I’m bein real. I got so worked up between you two-- I couldn’t tell you who made me nut.”
Jenny and Ivy looked on in an almost comical shock at Coach Black, then each other. They didn’t know whether to be relieved or enraged at this. Coach shot them his winning grin, in the faint hope it’d lessen their wrath. Naked as the day he was born, his long thick serpent down to it’s sleeping state, the women narrowed their eyes on their black prize.
“Just as likely was both of y’all at the same time. You two make a pretty dynamite tag-team.”
At this the two women blushed. They both attempted to maintain their angered expressions, yet Black’s incessant grin stifled their frustration. God damn, thought Ivana, gazing at the Black man. Still standing after all that. George wouldn’t wake up for a week if I fucked him one-third as hard as I did Coach. Ivana Swallows’ cheeks flushed at the memory of how the finely chiseled brotha in front of the two women made her and Jenny cream and scream like women possessed.
“Well…” came Jenny after another moment. She looked to Ivy, sitting right next to her on the floor.
“You thinkin what I’m thinkin?”
Swallows looked to Jenny, a matching expression of focus framing her gorgeous features. A moment. A shared few seconds of silent understanding passed between the pair.
“Best two outta three?” replied Ivana.
They nodded at one another, their full lips curling into devious grins as their gazes traveled back to Coach’s spent black rod and cooling balls.
“How quick can you wake that black snake up again, Black?” said Ivana, crawling on all fours towards Coach like a lioness approaching her prey.
“He bounces back pretty quick”, affirmed Jenny, following Ivana’s lead on her hands and knees towards him.
“Good” said Ivana. “You’ve got a lot of hard work ahead of you, Black man.”
At this, Ivana reached close enough to Coach where her big lips could reach Coach’s dangling black cock. Her lips held fast and hard, sucking him in long slow passes. Her hands planted on the floor, she craned her neck up between Coach’s legs, looking up at him her intense green eyes with intent of re-awakening that big black fuck stick.
*Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!* she purred on Coach’s big black cock, letting her spit coat that long thick piece. The smell of his sweat and manly musk -- along with the faint remnants of Jenny’s womanly scent on his dick and balls -- made her pussy tingle and grow slick once again with each wet pass of her mouth. She could already feel his veins pump with new blood. His master-sized cock reawakening in her maw. Her heartbeat rose as the taste of his delectable seed hit her tastebuds. “You got a long weekend ahead of you, Coach Black”, said Jenny, joining Ivana and taking Coach’s big left testicle in her mouth.
“Oooooh, damnit” Coach moaned, Swallows’ mouth making love to his ebony pole. I might actually have to hit the hot tub if I’m gonna keep this up all weekend.”
Ivana silently gasped, not realizing she’d been trying to deepthroat Coach’s dick until she found herself short of breath. She looked down and -- to her amazment -- saw the sight of Coach’s V cut abs barely in inch away from her face.
Holy shit! I can swallow this much?
As if reading her thoughts, Jenny said--
“Well. Swallows earning her name.”
Ivana felt Jenny hand at the back of her head, pushing her forward and down the remaining two black inches.
*GURK!*
Ivana lurched, her cheeks puffing and her chest heaving at the full brunt of Coach Black’s thick long dong going down her gullet and stopping somewhere just above her stomach! To the brunettes surprise, she didn’t break and heave the dark serpent from her. Hey! I’m actually getting pretty good at this! Enboldened, Ivana gently pressed her lips to Coach’s pelvis, all of him now down her throat.
“Good girl” purred Jenny, kissing Ivana’s neck and feeling the bulge of Coach’s cock sitting inside. “We’ll get you trained yet, Swallows”.
Egged on, Ivana decided to show off a bit by vigorously shaking her head, left to right, like a dog with a piece of meat.
“Now THIS is a barbeque” Jenny chuckled.
Coach, coasting on the nurse’s intense mouth, stood on shaky legs and looked down at the two married visions beneath. Going in for seconds on his meaty nigger cock.
It was at this moment when Black finally caught the sounds of shouting from somewhere in the house
Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows lie flat on the bedroom floor. Their gorgeous bodies flushed and glossy with a mix of sweat frosted with Coach Black’s rich thick seed. The pair had been doused -- hosed down -- in the reward of competition for the stallion Black man standing (barely) over them. Jenny lie half on her side, her massive breasts flopped one atop the other, two lily white globes heaving rythmically.
“Ooh *HUFF* Ooooh *HUFF* sweet black baby JEEZUS, Coach.”
A small series of ivory rivers ran down the expanse of her mountainous mammaries before encroaching onto the carpeting.
Ivana, positioned rnext to her hard-fought rival, lie flat on her back. Random nameless constellations of nigger cream mapped the hard used muscles of her abs and coated her gigantic upward pointed breasts. Her tanned body looked amazing on the ground next to paler blonde frienemy. Her round chest heaved up and down in even patterns, her exhausted breaths causing them to swell and relax. Drops of cum sat just atop her darked budded nipples. Ivana swore she felt tingles from the cooling spunk on her sensitive points.
“G--*HUFF* *HUFF GAWD...” she sighed, her words more an exhale than actual speech.
The spent athletics expert stood before them. A winded dark-skinned adonis looming above the two fallen beauties. Balanced on his haunches with two open hands upon his knees, he stood (barely), his long veiny snake hanging, heavy but spent, between his legs. His easing cockhead dripped thick dregs of what remained of his blast, hitting the floor with a light thump. It had been a three-sided war that took place in that bedroom. Looking to his right, seeing the now sheetless and worn-in bed, Black understood this now more than ever. He chuckled a bit.
“Good hustle today, ladies.”
A phrase he’d often use when addressing the young men he instructed at Coxville High.
“Th--That’ll show you...Swallows” came Jenny, still trying to posture dominance in even her and her rival’s mutual defeat. They both licked their lips, the creamy frosting of their shared nigger bull splotched onto their faces like pearly white cake batter.
“Oh please. You *huff* you knew the rules. First one to make him cum. You lost, blondie. Badly I might add.”
Jenny turned to her other side to face the lounging brunette. Her blue eyes were pure fury.
“You REALLY got your brains fucked loose if you think YOU won that? I’ve seen girls my daughter’s age take black dick better than that.”
At this, Ivana hefted herself from her flat back to the backs of her elbows, facing Jenny. Her nostrils flared and her green eyes narrowing on Summer’s spiteful blue ones.
“OK -- firstly -- my brains are just fine.”
“Soon as we scoop them up off the bed”, chuckled Coach.
“Oh shut up, Black!”, retorted Ivana, “you’re not helping’. Her tone a tad more sheepish than she’d intended.
“You’re not foolin anyone, Ivy. Admit it. You got put in your place.”
“Coach! Be a dear and clear this up for us. Tell this dick-drunk bimbo that she lost.”
“Y-Y’all bitches are out of control…” grunted Black.
Black, with a bit more effort than expected to expend, rose to his full height. His back, arms and balls felt made of concrete. Rooted to the spot where he stood. His testicle were two masses of what felt like cement. They’d been worked well over what he’d expected. The blonde and brunette babes had sucked and fucked him to the point he thought he might actually break under their duel efforts.
“Well...”, began Coach, “perfectly honest, I don’t know who won that one.”
The two women’s fiery gazes went from each other and locked onto him. He half flinched at suddenly being on the receiving end of the pair’s ‘angry’ scowels.
“What are you talking about!?” said Jenny.
“What in the hell are you--” added Ivana.
“I’m sayin I actually don’t know who made me bust.”
“You’re being funny.”
“I’m bein real. I got so worked up between you two-- I couldn’t tell you who made me nut.”
Jenny and Ivy looked on in an almost comical shock at Coach Black, then each other. They didn’t know whether to be relieved or enraged at this. Coach shot them his winning grin, in the faint hope it’d lessen their wrath. Naked as the day he was born, his long thick serpent down to it’s sleeping state, the women narrowed their eyes on their black prize.
“Just as likely was both of y’all at the same time. You two make a pretty dynamite tag-team.”
At this the two women blushed. They both attempted to maintain their angered expressions, yet Black’s incessant grin stifled their frustration. God damn, thought Ivana, gazing at the Black man. Still standing after all that. George wouldn’t wake up for a week if I fucked him one-third as hard as I did Coach. Ivana Swallows’ cheeks flushed at the memory of how the finely chiseled brotha in front of the two women made her and Jenny cream and scream like women possessed.
“Well…” came Jenny after another moment. She looked to Ivy, sitting right next to her on the floor.
“You thinkin what I’m thinkin?”
Swallows looked to Jenny, a matching expression of focus framing her gorgeous features. A moment. A shared few seconds of silent understanding passed between the pair.
“Best two outta three?” replied Ivana.
They nodded at one another, their full lips curling into devious grins as their gazes traveled back to Coach’s spent black rod and cooling balls.
“How quick can you wake that black snake up again, Black?” said Ivana, crawling on all fours towards Coach like a lioness approaching her prey.
“He bounces back pretty quick”, affirmed Jenny, following Ivana’s lead on her hands and knees towards him.
“Good” said Ivana. “You’ve got a lot of hard work ahead of you, Black man.”
At this, Ivana reached close enough to Coach where her big lips could reach Coach’s dangling black cock. Her lips held fast and hard, sucking him in long slow passes. Her hands planted on the floor, she craned her neck up between Coach’s legs, looking up at him her intense green eyes with intent of re-awakening that big black fuck stick.
*Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!* she purred on Coach’s big black cock, letting her spit coat that long thick piece. The smell of his sweat and manly musk -- along with the faint remnants of Jenny’s womanly scent on his dick and balls -- made her pussy tingle and grow slick once again with each wet pass of her mouth. She could already feel his veins pump with new blood. His master-sized cock reawakening in her maw. Her heartbeat rose as the taste of his delectable seed hit her tastebuds. “You got a long weekend ahead of you, Coach Black”, said Jenny, joining Ivana and taking Coach’s big left testicle in her mouth.
“Oooooh, damnit” Coach moaned, Swallows’ mouth making love to his ebony pole. I might actually have to hit the hot tub if I’m gonna keep this up all weekend.”
Ivana silently gasped, not realizing she’d been trying to deepthroat Coach’s dick until she found herself short of breath. She looked down and -- to her amazment -- saw the sight of Coach’s V cut abs barely in inch away from her face.
Holy shit! I can swallow this much?
As if reading her thoughts, Jenny said--
“Well. Swallows earning her name.”
Ivana felt Jenny hand at the back of her head, pushing her forward and down the remaining two black inches.
*GURK!*
Ivana lurched, her cheeks puffing and her chest heaving at the full brunt of Coach Black’s thick long dong going down her gullet and stopping somewhere just above her stomach! To the brunettes surprise, she didn’t break and heave the dark serpent from her. Hey! I’m actually getting pretty good at this! Enboldened, Ivana gently pressed her lips to Coach’s pelvis, all of him now down her throat.
“Good girl” purred Jenny, kissing Ivana’s neck and feeling the bulge of Coach’s cock sitting inside. “We’ll get you trained yet, Swallows”.
Egged on, Ivana decided to show off a bit by vigorously shaking her head, left to right, like a dog with a piece of meat.
“Now THIS is a barbeque” Jenny chuckled.
Coach, coasting on the nurse’s intense mouth, stood on shaky legs and looked down at the two married visions beneath. Going in for seconds on his meaty nigger cock.
It was at this moment when Black finally caught the sounds of shouting from somewhere in the house
Very good!!! Obviously, not finished; are there plans to?
ReplyDeleteStorm, your last update was soooo gooddd.. But, why so shortt.. Can't wait for the next update.
ReplyDeleteIt is always extreme good!!!
ReplyDeleteThere's an update on the story. When will it be posted?
ReplyDeleteBetter and better
ReplyDeleteY is it not completed?
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