Family Affairs

Sheri and Martha walked back into the former’s house, a couple bags in Martha’s grasp as she brought in some clothes she bought for the next couple days. The house was empty besides them at the moment, with Allen out with Andre to help him move a few things into Andre’s new place. Allen said most of the things that needed to be moved had already been packed before Andre got out, so it was going to be fairly simple to finish moving. If anything, they were already done with that and had probably stopped by their mother’s house if Sheri had to guess.

“Ugh, I need to get out of this dress.” Martha said in disgust, not loving the fact that she had to wear the same clothes as yesterday.

“I forget how much of a pain it is to shop with you.” Sheri followed Martha as she headed back upstairs to change in Sheri’s bedroom. “That silly rack of yours really narrows down what you can buy. No wonder a lot of your stuff is custom made.”

Martha ignored her and entered the room, immediately kicking off her heels and stripping off her dress. Even though Sheri was comfortable with her body type, and in no way wanted to be as stacked as her sister, there were times where she wondered what it would be like to have a much larger chest. She was small and perky, and she was okay with that, but maybe Allen would like something more? Comically huge or not, Sheri would admit it definitely elevated Martha’s sex appeal. She had a lot of male admirers and definitely got the most looks out of any woman shopping at the mall today.

Martha first studied her appearance again, analyzing just how busty she was for someone as short as her. Obviously she knew she had enhanced her body, she just enjoyed admiring her own figure. Yes, there was some back pain involved and finding clothes that perfectly fit her wasn’t the easiest thing in the world as they spent way too much time searching for outfits today. However, she only cared that she was comfortable with her own body she thought as she ran her hands over her chest, still evaluating herself.

They were big, for sure, but she liked them being big. She wouldn’t want them downsized at all. She’d take the good with the bad when it came to the back pain. That’s just what comes when something that large is attached to you.

And at that moment, images from last night flashed into her mind.

The stroking, the jerking and pleasuring of himself. Andre also had something insanely large that was attached to him. She was still in disbelief at what she saw, wondering if the wine somehow made her dream it up. But she knew that wasn’t the case. And unlike her, Andre was all natural. She was guessing that, anyway. But she wouldn’t bet money that a former prisoner got penis enhancement surgery or something.

The more she thought about the uncut cock attached to Andre, the stiffer her nipples became and her hands began teasing her pink tips. Her toes dug into the floor underneath her and frustration arose. Why was she feeling this way? Didn’t she hate dirty blacks? She did, right?

So why was the memory of last night affecting her in such a lustful fashion. She was never attracted to the black male form before, so why now? Was Sheri right that her problem was lack of exposure to black people? No, that couldn’t be it, she thought, could it?

‘Damn… I wanna fuck Sheri’s sister… give her this big black dick.’

Martha gasped and her body froze at the memory of hearing Andre speak as he pleasured himself.

“You okay, Martha?” Sheri looked at her as she began changing clothes herself.

“Oh, um, yes I just remembered something for a second.” Martha quickly answered without much thinking.

“Must’ve been something big to make you react like that, dear sister.” Sheri said, pulling up her tight bike shorts.

‘You have no idea…’ Martha kept that thought to herself. “It’s nothing, no big dic-, er, I mean no big deal!” She began moving much quicker. She was flustered and embarrassed and tried like hell to fight off the heat that grew on her face.

This was not ideal for Martha.

“Okay…” Sheri said, feeling confused. “Whatever.”

Moving at a much faster pace, Martha quickly pulled on a short, ruffled at the end, grey dress with pink floral prints. It was made with a busty woman like her in mind and fit about as good as a dress like that could fit. She slipped on some strappy sandals and swiftly fixed her hair.

As soon as she got done fixing herself up, her feet hurried out of the room. Sheri could see she was heading back downstairs, beating her as the older of the two barely had her sandals on. “The hell is wrong with her?” Sheri’s curious brow raised. She seemed bothered by something. Perhaps she was still uncomfortable being in an interracial home? Sheri wasn’t sure, but it seemed like her idea of changing her sister’s world view, with maybe some help from Andre, wasn’t going to happen.

Well, she might as well take this time to continue building on their relationship at least. Sheri sighed and followed her sister downstairs.

She found her sister sitting on her couch, still keeping that mean mug on her face. “Anything good on television?” Sheri asked.

“No idea.” the younger sister shrugged.

“I see.” Sheri smiled. “Well, how about we…” Just before she could finish that sentence, she heard her phone go off and she reached over to read a text from her best friend across the street, Shannon. “Hmm… oh shit!” Sheri cursed, damn near slapping her forehead. “I forgot, I promised my friend I’d go out and help her buy stuff for the baby. Damn!”

“The baby?” Martha didn’t quite comprehend.

“Remember that woman you saw across the street? The pregnant one?” Sheri said.

It took Martha a few moments before the gears started turning and then she knew. “Oh you mean the red head across the street, Shannon?”

“Yes, I promised I’d help her shop for the baby boy she’s having. I’m sorry… you’re more than welcome to join us, darling.” Sheri offered. “You might be bored being here alone, why not tag along?”

Martha thought about it for a second before answering. “You know what, I’ll pass and wait for you to return. I’m not very interested in shopping for kids.” Especially mixed ones, Martha added in her thoughts.

“Are you sure?” Sheri knew not to press too much. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“I can wait.” Martha said, reaching over for the TV remote.

Sheri sighed. “Very well, love. Just promise me you won’t head back home while I’m gone.”

“I won’t!” Martha rolled her eyes.

“Thank you sis.” Sheri winked. “I’ll try to be back sooner rather than later, no guarantees.”

“Whatever.” Martha simply replied, very uninterested.

Sheri looked down at her outfit and shrugged. “This will do, I guess. I’m just helping a pregnant woman shop after all. Alright, see you my love!” Sheri opened the door and headed across the street.

****

With her legs curled up on the couch underneath her and eyes focused on the trash playing on the television, Martha just tried her best to make the time pass by. She wasn’t even all that interested to see what was going on with the socialites on the TV. She just wanted to go back home. But no, she promised her sister she would stay. It didn’t seem like Sheri had any intention of ending this engagement, so now the best Martha could do was hope to repair her relationship with Sheri.

This was quite the frustrating mission, and it was going to end in failure. After seeing how Allen and Sheri were like together, there was no chance in hell she was going to change Sheri’s mind. Not with the way her older sister looked up at him. She was in love.

One part of her was definitely mad at her sister, for giving her all to a black man. It was disgraceful and disappointing to their heritage. On the other hand, Martha would be lying if she said she didn’t want something like that. To be in an actual loving relationship with someone, not something with no affection like Sheri’s last marriage.

At the very least, Martha could at least see why she chose Allen. He may be black, but he was masculine as hell. Incredibly tall, in perfect shape and at least he wasn’t a bum drug dealer or something like that. He was… fine, she’d admit. But only to herself.

Martha sighed and wondered what else there was about him that she liked. Maybe that was all? Perhaps Allen was also like his younger brother, Andre, who had a gigantic cock and…

That’s when Martha shook her head, not wanting to allow herself to fall back into that train of thought. Her breathing picked up and her thighs began to slide against each other. She had to fight off the feelings those thoughts conjured. It was inappropriate, even more so with it being brought on by a black.

Still… how could someone be that fucking hung?! That part still couldn’t compute. Needless to say, Martha never experienced a man like that. A jolt ran through her body and she just had to shift herself, laying on her back instead. She couldn’t stop these thoughts from rushing to her head. It was quite infuriating, but it was having a different effect on her body. It was hard to fight off. The more images of Andre’s private parts popped into her mind, the more inflamed her figure became.

‘Damn… I wanna fuck Sheri’s sister… give her this big black dick.’

His voice rang in her head again. He wanted her to have it. He wanted to give her something she thought she would never want to experience. And she wasn’t even drinking right now. She couldn’t even blame this on being drunk. Her body wanted this. It was once again betraying her better judgement. Her nipples became hard once more and Martha gritted her teeth and quickly looked around, making sure she was alone.

She closed her eyes for a second, saw the massive uncut cock that was haunting her and swallowed down a lump. She mentally apologized to herself and carefully pulled up on her dress, exposing everything except her thong covered pussy. She couldn’t believe she was doing this at her sister’s house, but she just couldn’t help it anymore. She hadn’t gotten fucked in a while, and now her body was begging her for something like what Andre had. She craved it.

One hand gripped on each one her tits while the other searched for what waited below. Sneaking her hand under her thong and over her natural bush, she began slowly rubbing and touching on the clit, causing her to inhale with each movement of her fingers. “Oh my god…” her breathy voice sighed.

She rubbed her pleasure button in a soft circular motion, her other hand pulling on her nipples. She could feel her pussy begin to leak, moisture building up in a considerable way. Her toes began to curl and she then felt a finger sneak it’s way inside her hole. “Oh shit…” Martha began to writhe and twist on the couch, her sister’s couch. Her tits swayed with each little movement of pleasure. She then held them together with her arm while she carefully slipped her finger in and out of her wet hole.

The folds around her cock entrance were slick with female secretions and it only got more coated the more she fingered. “Damn… god I love this…” She couldn’t remember the last time she touched herself this way. It was obviously a long time ago, as she tends to prefer the real thing as opposed to masturbation. But as she stretched and kicked her legs out with every finger thrust, the more real it felt because of thoughts of being taken by something so huge! “Goddamit… I want a big cock!” she whined. She took her fingers and spread her pussy, looking over her chest to see how she worked herself.

Martha brought her fingers together and pulled them up to see how wet she had gotten. Spreading her digits apart, her love juice was so thick and creamy. Her pussy hadn’t been gushing like this in a long time. She could feel some of it trickle smoothly down her thigh. The raven haired beauty jabbed two of her fingers back in her aching pussy, this time rubbing her sensitive clit as she penetrated herself, gasping and moaning all the way through. “So goddamn good… holy shit. I need a cock in me sooooooo bad.” Her hips jerked up, reacting to her movements and the thoughts running through her head. The intensity continued to build as she felt her body twitch and her pussy throb with every attack.

“I need… a cock like that.” Images of last night reappearing to her like a lustful dream. Her body wanted to be consumed by his gigantic cock. To give her something she never had. Something she knew she always wanted.

“Oh shit!” she cried out. Her hands moved faster and her pussy got sloppier. Martha’s cunt was in need of a cock like Andre’s. No, she changed her mind, she was in need… of Andre’s cock. Yes, a nigger cock.

She never had it but, as painful as it was to admit, she wanted it.

“Oh fuck, Andre…” Martha whimpered. “I need it… I need you… to fuck me!! With that… with that… oh fuck…” Her mouth was agape and she was thrashing on the couch, her breathing getting more heavy and desperate like a fish out of water.

“Andre… fuck me with that big black cock!!”

Finally saying something she never thought she’d say, her body was on the verge of climax. She was about to explode like a sex crazed bomb. Martha was ready to fall off the edge and drop straight into an orgasmic oblivion.

But then… she heard the front door close shut.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!” Martha quickly changed how she was laying on the couch and sat right back up, moving faster than she ever had before all while covering herself back up. She tried to clean her fingers off on her dress and look as normal as she possibly could, hoping she didn’t look too flustered. Holy shit, she thought, she hoped to god she wasn’t caught. That would be the worst thing that ever happened to her and she for sure would never show her face around here again.

Martha heard footsteps and turned to see Andre entering the room.

“Oh, what’s up?” Andre looked around. “Sheri around?”

Martha crossed her arms, looking frustrated and upset. It didn’t help that the man who’s name she was calling was the one who interrupted her. “No!” Martha sharply responded. “She left almost a half hour ago with her friend. Why?”

“Nah, I was just asking.” Andre shrugged.

“And where’s Allen?” Martha’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh we were coming back here to kick it, but my bro forgot his phone at my new spot when we were moving my shit in.” Andre explained. “He just left me here and went back to get it.”

Great, now she was alone with a former prisoner. A former prisoner she was just touching herself to as well. “Okay, well, whatever.” She stood up and took off on her bare feet, heading straight for the bathroom, needing to clean herself off.

“Damn, why she still look so mad?” Andre asked himself as he heard her close the bathroom door. He scratched the back of his head, feeling confused.

“I mean, wasn’t home girl just saying she wanted my big black cock just now?” Andre was confused by Martha’s behavior. “This shit crazy.”

****

Martha tried her best to avoid Andre for the rest of the time they were alone together in the house. She wasn’t sure if he heard or saw anything, but it seemed like he didn’t. He didn’t make things awkward and the few words they shared were fairly cordial. Martha hated this and she needed to get her act together. She didn’t need to be left alone with this man. It was just making her more anxious and even a tad bit flustered. She kinda wished that Andre was a lot meaner, and more stereotypically black because then he could really turn her off.

Instead, he seemed like he truly was reformed and was nothing but nice to her. That only made things harder and she didn’t want to be left alone with him, because she wasn’t sure what could happen if she were alone with this nigger for too much longer. Thankfully, she wasn’t alone with Andre for too long as Sheri came back home and Allen did soon after that.

The downside of that was… that Allen came with visitors.

“Man, I don’t know. She said she wanted to come.” Allen chuckled, explaining why Belinda decided to come through. “Little sister buggin'”

“Nah, it was like you told me Sheri’s sister came through and I ain’t met her yet. So I was trying to meet and be nice, what’s wrong with that?”

“I get that but, like, why you drag yo’ man with you, I bet he ain’t trying to be here, right homie?” Andre nodded at Darnell.

“Actually he wanted to come.” Belinda shrugged. “I don’t know why.”

“I wanted to do the same, gotta meet more of the fam. Would be rude of me not to.” Darnell smiled, his eyes looking straight at the oldest woman, Sheri, who looked back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh, I’m sure that’s what it is dear.” Sheri deadpanned.

“Are you okay with all this?” Allen looked at his fiancé, personally not wanting to see Darnell more than he had to.

Sheri sighed. “They’re family. I haven’t been this close to one in quite a while at this point. Doesn’t bother me.”

Eventually, Martha joined them where they were all congregated, in the kitchen, and was taken aback by the two new visitors. “Umm, hello?”

“Oh you Sheri’s sister?” Belinda approached her. “What’s good, girl. I’m Belinda.” The taller black women scooped Martha in for a tight hug which made Martha’s eyes bulge in surprise.

“Oh, umm… nice to meet you?” Martha could see Sheri smirking off to the side and she wanted to kill her. What is the black woman doing holding her like this?

“Nice to meet you, too, sis.” Belinda then motioned over to the man beside her. “This is my boo, Darnell.”

“Hey, sorry about my lady. She be actin’ up.” Darnell grinned. He thought the big breasted Martha was hot, but he had his sights set on the older of the two white women.

“It’s… fine.” Martha responded. “Umm, so, what’s going on here?”

“They came to visit, to meet you actually.” Sheri answered her sister.

“To meet me?” Martha looked at everyone questioningly. That didn’t make any sense to her. “Why?”

“Because you gonna be family, girl, why else?” Belinda snatched up Martha’s hand and pulled her away. “C’mon Andre, I’m tryna chill tonight again with my brother, too. Come kick it with us downstairs.”

“You can’t just dictate where you go around here, damn.” Allen followed them out of the kitchen, slightly annoyed.

“Nigga chill, I always do this shit when I come through.” Belinda explained. “You see Martha, us girls run shit ’round here.”

“Uhhhh…” Martha was in hell. What the hell did she get herself into. She should’ve gone home. Now, she’s being yanked away by a loud, aggressive black woman. Again, she was in hell.

Andre was just chuckling and shook his head. Poor Martha, he wondered if Sheri was like that when she first met his sister. It was back off to the basement they went.

“Well, it seems that at this point this house has become a sort of hang out destination.” Sheri commented.

“It’s Belinda, you know how she be.” Darnell said, eyes following Sheri’s every move.

“Still doesn’t explain why you decided to come along if that’s ‘how she be’, love.” Sheri replied to him with a sharp look.

“I already said why I’m here.” he snickered. “It would be rude if I didn’t say what’s up to your sister.”

“Uh huh…” Sheri eyes him up and down, wearing a nice fitting set of jeans, basketball jersey and sneakers. He was not in her fiancé’s league in terms of body build, but he was certainly fit and attractive. Not bad for a sleaze ball, she thought. “Well, you said what’s up, now you can leave.”

“Nah, I can’t leave without my girl. You know that. Hell, we might even kick it here and stay over.”

“I don’t know about that.” Sheri didn’t like that idea.

“We gon’ see.” Darnell sighed, a smile still on his face.

“We shall…” Sheri turned away, going through some of the cabinets in her kitchen. She sorted through a few dishes, doing a little bit of cleaning before moving on to meet the rest of the crew downstairs. She hoped her sister would lay off the wine, but with Belinda around that may be easier said than done.

When Belinda wants to hang out, she does it all the way.

As she was about to finish up she felt herself get easily pulled away and rushed into the dark and secluded dining room adjacent to the kitchen. “Not this shit again… dear, put me down!” She loved being small and feminine, but there were some days where Sheri wished she were larger and stronger.

“I got you.” a smirking Darnell said as he placed her back down on the soles of her feet. His hands still remain lowered on her hips.

“I’m pretty sure this isn’t what putting me down looks like.” Sheri noted as his hold on her was hardened.

“Nah, I just wanted to chill wit’ you. The family downstairs chillin’ wit’ yo’ sister. We ain’t tryna fuck that all up, right?”

“I’m pretty sure they’ll be expecting us, Darnell.” Sheri replied while trying to back away from his hold to no avail.

“Then we gonna be fashionably late.” Sheri rolled her eyes at him.

“Why are you always doing this?”

“Why you think?” Darnell asked her back.

“Because you’re a horny philanderer, that’s probably why?” Sheri could feel his hands slowly start to sneak on her towards her rear end.

“I don’t know what the fuck that mean, I just know that you fine as fuck. Ain’t never seen a woman like you before.” Darnell admitted, keeping his gaze downward on the displeased face of Sheri.

“I wish you had, so that you can bother that woman instead of me.” Sheri replied as she felt her body get a slight lift when he groped her on both cheeks. “Will you stop that?”

“C’mon girl, it’s just us.” Darnell kept his hands strong on her small, firm ass. His fingers prodding and his palms elevating.

“I’ll say one thing, you certainly aren’t afraid of getting your ass handed to you by Allen.” Sheri continued her ill fated attempts at pushing away from him.

“Shouldn’t that go to show that my love is real?” Darnell replied with a stupid grin.

“You shouldn’t use a word like that so liberally.”

“Just give me a little something right now and I’ll let you go.” Darnell tried to bargain with her. “None of us is tryna to cause some shit within this fam, so let’s just cut a deal and that’s that.”

“What’re you getting at?” Sheri’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not doing anything crazy for you, so don’t get any ideas asshole.”

Darnell knew he could get away with something. Again, she could’ve gotten Allen on his ass a long time ago, so why hasn’t she done it yet? Darnell figured she had to enjoy some of this and he was going to find that out for sure.

“Ain’t gotta be crazy. Just let a nigga work and then we can be off.” he calmly stated, mischief in his glare.

“What kind of work?” Sheri remained suspicious of his intentions. Well, she already knew what his intentions were, she just needed to know how far he was trying to push this.

“Like I said, just let me work and we’ll be out of here in no time.”

“Fine…” Sheri wasn’t quite sure what she was accepting, but the faster he could get off of her the better. “But I call when this all stops.”

“That’s what a nigga is tryna hear!” His face lit up and then reached over for one of the chairs by the dining room table to take a seat.

“Let’s hurry, you’re on my time here.” Sheri stated impatiently.

“Aight.” From his seat, he quickly reached over to pull her closer. Sheri eyed him, wondering what the hell he was up to. She felt his hands begin to explore her body, running up from her exposed legs and up across the front of her spandex shorts. She almost instinctively reached down to push his hands away from the obvious area between her thighs, but surprisingly Darnell didn’t try and touch that area.

His touch then moved carefully over her exposed navel, his black hands contrasting well with her lighter, olive skin. She held her breath, wondering when she would finally push him away. So far, he’s been very gentle with a soft touch. It almost felt good, even. Something she would keep to herself.

His hands then faked upward as if going under her midriff shirt, but then he ran his fingers sensually back down her skin. His movements were slow but caused a tingling sensation through her body and Sheri became annoyed because he really did make it feel delightful. She continued to watch him ‘work’, and got a little worried once his palms landed back on her ass. He guided her to turn so that he could see her side profile better.

“What’re you doing?” Sheri’s voice was low and unsure.

“Nothing baby, just celebrating what I’m seeing.” He continued to grope and feel her butt, loving how her cheeks fit so perfectly in his hand while his other held firmly on her leg. “Damn you can tell you put a lot of work into your body. Tight as hell and built fuckin’ perfectly. God girl, you’re gorgeous.”

“I appreciate the compliment sweetie, it should be obvious that I work out considering who I’m going to marry.” Sheri emphasized that last part, reminding him he was on a time limit. “Besides, I have no idea why you’re so impressed with me considering how much thicker your woman is.”

He gave light squeezes over the spandex covering her ass, eliciting a very low grunt from the woman. “I like a thick girl. But you different. You don’t need a fat ass or huge titties. Sheri, you’re absolute perfection, girl.”

“I can see why Belinda is so taken by you, you’re quite the smooth talker.” Sheri admitted. Her hips started to sway in a subtle, circular motion. She could barely tell she was doing it. She sucked in a breath when he glided his hand over her leg and could feel his hand around the waistband area.

“I ain’t tryna be smooth, just facts. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met. Sheri, you just different and that’s why a nigga can’t help but stare when you walk around lookin’ like you do.” Darnell couldn’t help but profess his adoration for her.

Sheri couldn’t find the words to respond to that. It felt genuine. Sweet, even, and now she felt the heat rise from his touch to her face. “Darnell, you’re an enigma.” That was all she had.

“And you’re so damn beautiful and tiny.” Darnell could feel how worked up she was and a slow grin grew on his face. He was going for it. It wouldn’t be all he wanted, but at least tonight he could have this.

“What’re you doing?” Sheri could feel him delicately peel away at her shorts. “Sweetie, I don’t know about this.” She looked around and saw that no one was around. They were pretty occupied downstairs, weren’t they. She reached down to stop him. “This may be where we wrap things up.”

“Nah, just for a second, then we can bounce. If I can see that thing for a bit, then I’m gonna leave it alone.” Darnell looked up at her pleadingly, giving her a look she had no idea he was capable of making.

“Darling, I’m not so sure…”

“Please, girl.” Darnell pushed, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Just a little bit, then we go. I can’t stand missing out on this when such a perfect woman is in front of me.”

“Hmm…” Sheri looked around once more, forgetting why she even allowed it to go this far. Well, after this, she can end things. And hopefully it will be the end of that. Plus… she had to admit it: he looked very cute. Sheri released a sigh. ‘Allen forgive me, my king’ Sheri said internally. “Fine, but let me do it.”

“Do yo’ thang.” Darnell just watched Sheri reach under her shorts on each of her sides. She bent over slightly to slowly pull down and peel the spandex material off of her. The shorts fell to her feet and the only thing covering her lower half was a yellow lace thong. She saw a look of awe on his face and it made her chuckle.

“Not that big of a deal, dear.” Sheri said, playing her body down.

“You crazy? This any man’s dream come true. Goddamn Allen is the luckiest nigga on earth.” He drooled over the smoothness of her ass and how amazingly lifted it was considering how small of a butt Sheri owned. Her body was tiny by comparison to Belinda and especially to him, but she was sculpted in all the right places with curves exactly where they needed to be. He’d thank Allen for helping her out to become this gorgeous, but he obviously couldn’t do that. He couldn’t keep his eyes off this white woman. He felt himself grow stiff.

“Are you going to blink eventually or what?” Sheri teased.

Darnell chuckled. “Oh my bad. Can’t blame a nigga, though. You’re on some next level shit. You a queen for real.”

“Thank you Darnell, dear. I do try my best.” Sheri jokes, even posing with a hand on her hip for him. She loved the smile she got out of him. It did make her feel good that attractive, black younger men like her fiancé or Darnell still found her appealing. It made her feel good to know she hadn’t lost much with age. She had to admit, this was kind of fun. It shocked her.

“I like them panties.” Darnell nodded at her.

“Oh these?” Sheri looked down and pulled up on the waistband of her thong. “These are cute. I like the floral patterns on the front.” She said as she traced the material on the front, causing Darnell’s dick to twitch. “I need to buy more, actually. I’ll ask Belinda if she wants to come with me to grab some.”

“Can I come?” Darnell snickered.

“And what for?” Sheri asked the black man.

“Maybe you can model them for me?” Darnell half-jokingly offered up an idea. He got an eye roll out of her, but also a smirk.

“Silly man. You mean I model for you like this?” Sheri put her hands behind her head and jabbed her hip at him a few times, laughing after doing so. “I’m sorry, that was terrible.”

Darnell returned the laugh. “Nah, you crazy, that was cute. I’m sure you could dance more than that.”

“Eh, not much. Maybe a little…” Sheri swayed her hips around, giving him a full view of her ass with a thong string in between. It took all of Darnell’s will power to keep himself from pouncing on her and taking that white pussy right then and there. “But that’s about it.”

“That’s all you need, you got them belly dancer moves, girl.”

“I always wanted to try something like that. Maybe I should see if there’s classes for that around here.” Sheri stated, seriously wanting to learn to move better in a borderline sexual way.

“You should go for it. You clearly have talent.”

“Thanks, darling.” Sheri smiled at him. “I thought I did.” Sheri looked around and, even though she felt dramatically more comfortable with Darnell now more than ever before, it was about time to move on. “I think our time has just about run out, dear. This was surprisingly fun, I’ll give you that but we… uhhh!” As she bent over to pick up her shorts, Darnell pulled her off her feet and onto his lap. “Now what’re you doing? We have to go!”

“Hold up, just a lil’ bit more. One more minute.” He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders and the other pulling her short legs up.

“I said we were done!” Sheri tried to get away, but now Darnell wouldn’t allow it. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“My bad, I just had mad fun chillin’ with you. I ain’t want it to end. You’re just too cute and fun to talk to.” Darnell said, sweet talking to her.

“Thank you, Darnell, but eventually this has to stop! We had a deal!” Sheri said, complaining.

“I know, but not yet. You’ve been mad sweet to me, I gotta make sure I return it back.”

“God, you’re a bigger sap than I ever would’ve thought. Are you sure you’re the same sleazy Darnell?” Sheri asked with a raised brow.

“I’m still me, ain’t no doubt about that.” Darnell assured her, a big smirk on his face. “I can still be sleazy.”

“Shame, I like you better when you’re sweet.” Sheri surrendered and rested her head on his chest.

“Aight, then I’ll be that.” he replied. “Whatever makes you happy, girl.” He felt like he was in heaven when his hand finally moved over to feel on her exposed ass. He’d grabbed on fatter and thicker asses then this, but they still weren’t Sheri’s. It still fit so well in his grasp and he could feel the tightness and firmness that comes with countless glute focused workouts. The contrast, of course, was so aesthetically pleasing to him as well. He should’ve gone after white women sooner.

Sheri could feel him grab her butt. She wondered if she should say anything, but harmless touching didn’t seem too bad at the moment. Plus, it kind of felt nice with the tender way his hand grabbed at her booty. He wasn’t just slapping and roughly snatching it up in his grasp, he just kept it simple and lightly moved his delicate hold from cheek to cheek. “Good, just be sweet from now on, darling. You’re better that way.” She took a handful of his jersey in her hand, pulling closer into him. “You smell good, hun.” Sheri said without thinking when she got an up close whiff of his scent.

“Thank you, Sheri. I had to make sure I smelled good, girl. I knew I was gonna be around you. You’re the type of woman a nigga want to look good for.” Darnell continued to bestow sweet words upon her.

“Hmm…” Sheri hummed with a smile. “I’m glad you feel that way about me.”

“I feel a lotta ways ’bout you, baby.” Darnell replied, his fingers running through her blonde dyed hair. He could feel her small frame shiver.

“I can tell, darling.” Sheri closed her eyes, losing herself to his touch. “But nothing can happen between us. We’re both taken, sweetheart.”

Darnell ignored her and he leaned forward to get a whiff of her as well. “You smell good, too, Sheri.”

She giggled softly when the top of his nose tickled her cheek. They both smile at each other. “Thanks, that’s just my body wash.”

“Well it smells amazing on you, girl.” Darnell could feel her become so much more receptive to his touch and presence. He knew his goal was far more realistic now than ever before.

“Again, be sweet from now on.” she reminded him.

“Whatever you say, queen.” Darnell nodded. Sheri nestled her ass into his lap, fully expecting to feel an erection like any typical man and sure enough, she felt his shaft. And at this point she was seasoned enough with black men to know he was packing. By exactly how much, she didn’t know, but he felt massive.

“Damn…” the man groaned. Darnell wanted to take her right then and there, but he wouldn’t push his luck for multiple reasons. But he had an end goal and he was gonna try and work towards it.

He was gonna fuck Sheri. He had to. He wanted to. He needed to. He almost felt like he was destined to.

And if acting ‘sweet’ was the way to accomplish that goal, then so be it.

“Everything okay, dear?” Sheri looked at him. He didn’t respond and Sheri saw an intensity in his stare. His face showed no emotion, but she could tell thoughts were running through his head. “Darnell? Darling, is there an issu-” Her eyes became as wide as saucers and her words were silenced as her lips became sealed.

Sealed with a kiss.

****

“You were buggin’.” Belinda laughed as she was in the middle of telling a story about Andre from their youth. “Mommy whooped yo’ ass, too. Dumbass.”

“Nah, I was forgetting that they be callin’ the crib when you miss school. She was heated when I got home.” Andre embarrassingly admitted.

“First time skipping school and your ass got caught.” Allen commented. “I remember you were howling when mom got that ass.”

“I know, mom put it on me and I was hurtin’, but I got better at ditching school, though.” Andre sheepishly grinned.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be proud of dummy.” Belinda drank some more cognac that Allen had poured for her earlier. “That’s why you cleaning your act up now, stupid ass.”

“I know, I know, damn, why y’all coming at me like that?” Andre shook his head, continuing to feel attacked as they spent quite a bit of time talking about his screw ups.

“Just reminding you to stay on course.” Allen shrugged from behind the bar. “That’s all.”

“I told you a nigga done changed!” Andre sighed and looked towards the person sitting beside him. “I ain’t that dude anymore, just letting you know.” he chuckled.

Martha slowly nodded, once again with a wine glass in her hand and also feeling completely out of her element. Gosh, she thought, these blacks could talk. At first, she was annoyed at how loud and rambunctious they were, but as time went on she kind of built an appreciation for how close they were as a family. This wasn’t something she did much with her own kind. They never spoke this casually, either.

“I’m… sure.” she replied. Even with how weird their family were and how they sounded, they at least could definitely be considered a family.

“That ain’t sound too convincing.” Andre shook his head. “See? Y’all done made me look bad in front of Sheri’s sister.” Andre grabbed at his drink and tossed back some brown liquid. “Man…”

Allen just chuckled at his younger brother. “You straight, chill out.”

“Stop sounding like a sorry ass nigga.” Belinda rolled her eyes. “Martha knows you tryna do good now. Ain’t that right sweetie?”

“Uhhh…” Martha just looked at the faces of all the siblings before landing on Andre’s semi-forlorn expression. Her first instinct was to say no, because he was a black criminal right? But the more she looked into his pleading eyes, her heart managed to skip a beat and of course that was followed by the images of his massive tool. “I… yeah, I’m sure you’re going to be a better man, Andre.” She didn’t want to sound so reassuring, but that’s what came out and Martha wanted to smack her head.

“I’ll take that.” Andre exhaled, liking the response. “Good lookin’, Martha.”

Did he just compliment her looks so brazenly? Martha wondered, completely misunderstanding what Andre meant by that. “Uhhhhh…” That was inappropriate, she continued on in her head. How could he say such a thing to her?! How could a nigger like him talk to her like that? And… and… why did it make her face heat up and bring up thoughts of his dark skinned cock? She did not like feeling conflicted, at all.

“I hope you all haven’t been too crazy hitting the bottle.” The voice of Sheri came in, finally appearing in the basement.

“Damn, where you been girl?” Belinda commented, watching as Sheri slithered up beside her brother Allen behind the bar.

“I had to go change and finish cleaning up some things.” Sheri explained as she found herself getting pulled in closer to Allen.

“And where’s my man at?” Belinda asked looking around, almost forgetting he came with her.

“I saw him step out to talk to someone on the phone not that long after you guys bolted to get drunk.” Sheri answered the black woman.

“Damn, your man’s been on the phone for a minute.” Andre stated.

“Probably busy talking to some other bitches.” Allen muttered under his breath so only he and Andre could hear when Belinda walked off to go find him.

“Probably.” Andre’s eyes rolled. He had to find out from Allen just how sleazy Darnell seemed, even though they didn’t have any hard evidence of his infidelity.

Sheri cringed when she heard the two brothers speak about Darnell possibly talking to other women. She had herself a problem and she had to figure that out on her own. She didn’t want problems and needed to find her way out of this mess with Darnell.

To take her mind off that she looked over at her sister. “Having fun, sweetie?” Sheri smirked.

“Uh, well…” Martha looked at the black faces before replying to her older brother. “I certainly wasn’t bored.”

“I didn’t think so.” Sheri smirked before looking up at Allen. “Come dear, we have to talk about the backyard for a second.”

“Backyard? Why?” Allen asked as his much smaller and petite fiancé pulled him away from the bar, heading straight for the stairs. “It’s getting dark out there, too.”

“Just shut up and follow, love.” Sheri huffed, surprised he didn’t get what she was trying to do.

“Oh damn…” He looked back at his brother sitting alone with Martha and gave a sideways smile. “Sheri you crazy, baby.”

“Nope, just trying to have some fun.” she replied with a devilish smile before they disappeared.

“They play too much, sorry ’bout that.” Andre shook his head.

“It’s fine.” Martha looked at the wine in front of her. Unlike last time, she wouldn’t let herself go. She’d finish this glass and that’s it. She needed to, after all. She was sitting next to a guy who had no idea she saw him jerk off and the alcohol was necessary to calm her down.

“They are loud as hell, but they fam.” Andre sipped some more liquor. “You and yo’ family like this?”

“Um not quite.” Martha tried her best to feel as comfortable as possible next to him. “We’re not as close, I guess.”

“For real?” Andre raised a brow at her. “That’s a damn shame. Hopefully y’all can change that.”

“What do you mean?” Martha looked at him with suspicious eyes.

“Nah, I’m just saying since I’ve been out of prison, my ass been happy as hell to be around family again.” Andre began to explain. “Can’t take shit like that for granted. I found that out the hard way when my dumbass got locked up. You don’t wanna lose time with your closest people whether it’s by doing dumb shit like me, or just not fixing relationships. Shit is crazy, girl.” Andre looked over and saw how she looked at him like he pissed her off. “Oh damn, sorry, I ain’t mean to talk shit, I wasn’t trying to say something bad. Fuck, I talk too much. My bad.”

Martha was put off by how he preached to him about family, but that was mostly because he was right. She wasn’t expecting him to say something so thoughtful. She wasn’t sure he was capable of it. But he has been a fairly nice guy so far, so maybe this was what he was actually like now. He did seem reckless when he was younger, if the stories Belinda and Allen told were to be believed. Maybe he really did learn his lesson.

“It’s fine.” Martha just shrugged, drinking the last drop of her glass. “You’re not wrong, Andre. Uh, thank you.”

“Okay, cool.” He nodded. “You can chat me up whenever you want, girl.”

“I’ll… keep that in mind, Andre.” Martha blushed again when he flashed her a smile with his boyish, younger face. She quickly turned away and cursed under her breath. “Dammit! Has to be the wine…”

“You say something, Martha?”

“Oh, uh, no. I was just trying to hold back a sneeze.” she replied with a funny excuse.

“Okay.” his shoulders shrugged.

The two of them sat together when a slightly awkward silence befell the duo. Andre looked around and noticed that no one ever came back and wondered where they all went. He was sure that Martha felt the same way. He didn’t want to sit here in an uncomfortable quiet though, and he could see that the smaller Martha probably didn’t want that either.

He couldn’t think of something else to talk about, and with the Hennessy rushing through his system he thought maybe now he had the courage to bring up the one thing he wanted to know more about.

“So, um, Martha…” Andre’s tone sounded unsure. He hoped this wouldn’t fuck things up.

“Yes, Andre?”

“I got a question.” Andre cleared his throat.

“Alright.” Martha looked at him and waited for whatever this question was about. What could he possibly want to know?

“Are you married?”

“No, w-why?” Martha was taken aback, but the question made her heart pound harder. She couldn’t understand why.

“Okay, just making sure because I got a follow up.” Andre liked that at least she wasn’t taken. “Martha… are you… feelin’ me?”

“F-Feeling you?” Martha swallowed hard, wondering if she understood that phrase correctly. That’s what it meant, right?

“Yeah, uhhh…” Andre rubbed the back of his head. “Like, if you’re… attracted to me, I guess that’s what I mean.”

Martha nearly fell out of her seat. “W-What on earth possessed you and made you ask that question?!” If her face wasn’t beet red before, it certainly was now. “H-How… or why did you ask something so insane?!”

Andre’s face fell when he heard her react. “Oh damn, maybe I’ve been away too long and forgot how to mack to girls. My bad, I just feel like I got a mixed signal from you.”

“What signals?!” Martha nearly yelled. “I have done nothing to make you think that was a possibility!” Why would he ask that of a white woman such as her, she angrily pondered. Martha was both fighting his words and still fighting off the blush on her cheeks.

“I mean you have though.” Andre still looked downward.

“Excuse me?!”

“I mean… I heard you. You asked for me to fuck you, with my big black cock earlier.”

Martha’s heart stopped and her eyes nearly fell out of her sockets. “How… I… I never said that!” She was panicking now. So he actually did hear her earlier? Why did he not say anything before? Dammit! Her mind was racing now.

“You did though.” Andre moved his gaze over towards her. “I heard you when I opened the door when Allen dropped me off, but I ain’t close the door because I heard you… do yo’ thing.”

So he really did hear her masturbate. Martha was so embarrassed and felt her face fall in horror. She touched herself to a nigger and now he even knew it. “I… but… it’s because… goddamit!” Martha snapped in a mixture of embarrassment and self hatred. “Why didn’t you say anything, you asshole?!”

“I ain’t know what to do, girl?” Andre defended himself. “What was I supposed to do?” He could feel the anger radiating off of her and now he regretted bringing all this up.

“Ughhhh!” She wanted to tear the hair off of her head. She wanted to shrink away or just die. This was all such a big mess. “I can’t believe this…”

“My bad for bringing it up.” Andre sighed. “Not like I told you to touch yo’ self.”

“Shut up!” Martha turned away like she was about to leave her seat and take off. “It’s your fault!”

“How?!” Now that he didn’t understand.

“If it weren’t for you jacking off to me yesterday, I would’ve never…” Just as she was about to leave the scene she looked back at Andre with a look on her face that knew she had shared too much. “Um…”

Now it was Andre’s turn to damn near lose his eyes from falling out. “You saw me do that shit?”

“I… ughhhh!” Martha’s frustration now couldn’t be quantified. “And now I wish I didn’t!”

“Shit… a nigga don’t know what to say.” Andre was feeling the embarrassment she felt now.

And neither did Martha. They both allowed another awkward silence to take hold. Neither of them speaking or moving. Martha crossed her arms and tried her best to compose herself while Andre just shook his head and drank some more henny.

The heat wouldn’t leave Martha’s body and the shame of being caught jerking off wouldn’t leave Andre’s. They both felt stuck.

The quiet started to suffocate them and Andre knew he had to say something.

“I guess we both done fucked up.” He released a nervous chuckle.

“There’s nothing funny about this!” she snapped.

“I guess.” Andre had to hold back another chuckle. The more he thought about it, the more humorous he found all this. And it even turned him on. He eyed the woman up and down and it only made him feel more impressed with himself for getting someone as hot as her to want to get off to him. “But.. as crazy as it may sound, I don’t regret it.”

“Huh?!” Martha looked back at him with some more wide eyed shock. “How could you not? I certainly do!”

“I can’t speak for you, Martha.” Andre continued to scan over the woman. “But you’re beautiful as hell.” He tossed down some more Hennessy. “And I just couldn’t contain myself when someone who looks like you is wandering the house. You is drop dead gorgeous girl.”

“Like that’s supposed to make me feel better about all this!” Martha huffed and stomped on the floor like a brat. “You’re jus-”

“And if you, um, ever wanna see my big black cock again, let a nigga know.” As they say, shooters shoot, Andre thought. She was already mad at him, might as well go off the deep end now. Nothing else to lose. “I don’t mind sharing.”

“H-How could you possibly say something so disgusting?!” Martha turned away and faced the opposite direction. Not wanting him to see how crimson her face had become. He still had a hold on her, and him bringing up that monster between his legs didn’t help either. It further intensified the heat consuming her. “How… How gross!”

Andre scoped her backside and wanted to pull her in. This whole bizarre situation made his dick awaken, as weird as that was. And if she really found this all to be ‘gross’ and ‘disgusting’, then why didn’t she leave already? He had his doubts, and he was going to see how disgusted she truly was. His hands reached down and pulled on the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Maybe you haven’t changed. You have to be completely fucking insane to say something that stupid and nasty and gross and… Jesus?!?! What’re you doing!?” Martha turned back to look at him. What she discovered was that he had now pulled out the thing that started this whole mess. His half flaccid, yet no less gigantic black cock. “Put that thing away!” Martha looked around and saw no signs of anyone which relieved her.

“You wanted it before, my guess is that shit ain’t changed since then.” Andre said confidently. “You can touch it if you want.”

“I will not!” Martha shot back. “And no, what I said was a lie. I… I never wanted that…” Martha eyed the black cock, he held it in his large hand and it still looked huge. She still couldn’t understand it. “That… thing!”

“I don’t know if I believe that though.” His hand started to stroke in a subtle motion.

“And how could you not?!” Martha placed her palms on her hips, trying to appear fed up with him but eyes never leaving his cock.

“Maybe I been away too long and shit done changed.” Andre said, pulling back on his excess cock skin. “But most girls would’ve probably bounced the moment somebody whipped they cock out.”

“W-Well… it’s because I have nowhere to go!” Martha didn’t think that one through very much. It pained her to know how right he was about her. She should’ve left and ran away in terror… but there was a reason she was masturbating to the memory of his cock earlier. She couldn’t deny that.

“Nah, you do.” Andre said, moving his cock so she could see more of it. He appeared confident, but inside Andre hoped this was going somewhere and didn’t end up with him getting in trouble. Too late to turn back now. “We both heard you say it, so let’s mess around for a bit. Not like I’m trying to fuck. So come through and get a closer look.”

But she knew he wanted to. She heard him, too. “I… I don’t know.” His cock hypnotized her and she could slowly feel her feet slightly move her closer. She continued to look around hoping they wouldn’t get caught in such a compromising situation. “This… isn’t appropriate. This is not right. I’m… white and you’re black…”

Andre chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Why the hell that matter? Ain’t matter for your sister.”

And that was the issue, Martha wanted to say. “Andre, we can’t do this… it’s not…”

“Girl, you lookin’ at this dick like you ain’t seen a dick before.” Andre responded. “And I know that ain’t true when you look fine as shit.” He then reached over and snatched up her tiny wrist, pulling her over to follow him behind the bar counter.

“A-Andre!?” He so effortlessly yanked her with no trouble at all. Especially when she gave no resistance. Once again, her body was betraying her. “What in the world are you doing?!”

He didn’t respond, simply choosing to take her hand and place it over his cock.

Martha’s body felt like it was struck by lightning. This was the thing that had dominated her mind since she first saw it. She gasped and didn’t pull away. Martha could no longer fight it now that she could feel the skin. It was both soft yet tough to her touch. At the moment, his head was covered in a fleshy hood and she could feel heat emanating from his cock. It caused her mouth to water and she had to blink a few times to make sure this was reality. “This is unreal.” Martha spoke in a hushed tone.

“Nah, it’s real.” Andre assured her, happy that this was going smoothly. At least he thought so, anyway. God it felt amazing to have a woman touch him again. He thought this would never happen. Another reason to be glad to be out from behind bars.

“I guess so.” Martha ran her fingers over the length of his cock. Andre allowed a low grunt to release and Martha swallowed as she felt a little embarrassed knowing he clearly liked her touching him. She was probably the first woman who had since he got out. Did she feel… proud about that? The dark haired woman could tell he was growing the more her finger tips scraped his length. It was even more impressive up close! Martha was in a daze now.

“How does it feel?” Andre asked, his eyes watching how she touched him. Her thin white fingers grazed over his dark black appendage.

“It feels… like a cock I suppose.” But not like none she’d ever touched before if she was being honest. She couldn’t find the right words to describe it other than different variations on the word ‘big’.

“This yo’ first black one?”

Martha’s brows furrowed and she decided not to answer that as it should’ve been obvious. Instead she took a deep breath and wrapped her fingers around his girthy cock. She couldn’t get all the way around with his thickness, and that only deepened her respect for his prick. She lifted it up and could feel how weighty it was in her grasp. It astounded her and she could only shake her head.

Her eyes took in the whole package, with a dark, bushy patch of hair around it. His balls were also unlike any scrotum she ever witnessed on a man. All white men, too. She couldn’t help but notice how low they hung, too.

From there, she pulled back to unsheath his full member which she could feel as it continued to grow in her hand. The purple head was shown and the thickness of it was incredible. Never before was she so fascinated with a man’s cock.

And of course, it had to be a black man’s cock.

“Oh damn… ah.” Andre grunted. Martha’s body tensed up when she heard him, not realizing that she had started the stroking process. They were slow, gentle strokes. Martha followed his foreskin move up and down, hiding and showing his crown in equal measure.

That familiar feeling arose and she could feel the front of her panties get wet once more. It only got worse the longer she held onto him. Andre could see it as well, though for him her arousal was much more obvious from the pointedness of her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

“Ugh, that feels good.” Andre commented, licking his lips as her stroking started to pick up the pace.

“Am I doing it right?” Martha heard him react positively, but wanted to ask anyway.

“Yeah… you alright.” Andre nodded and sucked in a breath when he felt her other hand start cupping and rubbing his balls.

“Okay.” Martha was feeling herself get into it and her jerking hand held on tighter and pumped while his balls got some added attention.

“Goddamn, girl” Andre leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was in heaven. Women were another reason he couldn’t go back to jail. This was too good, and he didn’t even fuck her yet. “You got a nigga hard as fuck right now.”

“I can tell.” Martha nodded with wide eyed appreciation for what was in her possession. She didn’t have to feel it to know he was hard. The fact that he was at full mast and was only a couple inches shy of a full twelve inch ruler was all she needed for proof.

She took her other hand off of his balls and began to jerk him with a double palmed attack. It caused Andre to lean back on the counter and moan at her quick stroking ability. “Goddamn I miss this shit. Martha you a queen, girl”

Now she was working him with red cheeks after being called a queen. That wasn’t something a man had ever referred to her as before. But she remained focused on his cock, which she was still processing. It still felt crazy that she was doing this, especially to a man like him. Was this the thing that sent Sheri over the edge? Martha wondered. Was this the propaganda she was told about?

Andre looked down at the much smaller woman. She was shaking her head while using both her hands to jerk up and down his meat. “What’s good, Martha? You… ughhh.” Her grip on him tightened. “You alright?”

“I just…”

“You… what?” His breathing became more pronounced.

“I just can’t believe you guys are really made like this.” Martha answered with a lust inebriated mind. “I thought it was all a lie.”

“What you mean by tha-”

“So what y’all mean, I’m chillin wit’ Sheri tomorrow.” Belinda said, coming back down the stairs with her older brother behind her.

“I’m good with it.” Allen shrugged. “I ain’t say nothing.”

“Aight, I’m just sayin’. Gotta let you know.” Belinda looked over and saw her brother standing behind the bar counter. “What are you doing back there? Fuck it, give me some more henney.”

“You better not be hittin’ the bottle like that.” Allen warned. “You ain’t passing out here.”

“I don’t be getting fucked up like that.” Belinda rolled her eyes before taking a seat with Allen beside her.

“Yeah, okay.” Allen rolled his eyes. “Where’s Martha at? You good, nigga?”

“Uhhh, yeah I’m good.” He quickly gave his sister a glass of cognac.

“You sure?” Allen thought there was something off about his brother. “You lookin’ a little funny.”

“N-Nah… I’m good. J-Just… ughh… a little hot right now.” Neither Allen or Belinda could see under the counter, where Martha had hid under when she heard the siblings coming.

While she was down there, his cock had found its way inside her mouth. She was stuck looking at the thing and she had been so entranced by pleasuring him with her hands that she felt this overwhelming and unknown craving. The next step was to taste him. She hesitated at first, but eventually she snatched him up and hoped he could take care of the terrible situation they were in, even if she was making it difficult for him.

Andre took a quick glance below and tried to remain as composed as he possibly could, but it was damn near impossible when Martha was giving him quite the enthusiastic blowjob.

“Aight, whatever you say.” Allen looked around. “So, where’s Mart-”

“Where’s Sheri at?” Andre quickly stifled his brother’s incoming question about the woman currently sucking him off.

“Oh, uh, she’s upstairs, went to the bedroom to do something.” Allen explained.

“And your man, Linda?” Andre hurriedly asked.

“He said he had to go to the bathroom, probably taking a shit.” she started laughing.

“Nasty.” Allen shook his head. “Don’t want niggas blowing up my bathroom.”

Andre gave a nervous chuckle, trying to hide his moans behind his laugh. “Dirty ass… uhhh fuck… nigga, man.”

“Damn nigga you must be burning up.” Belinda gave him a weird look.

“I guess I am.” Andre really wished they didn’t come back. He was struggling to keep calm.

But Martha was currently dragging her tongue from his balls all the way up to his head. She was losing herself to his cock. It had far more of a grip on her than she thought. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of his genitals and his natural manly musk. The cock laid straight out over her face, appearing as long as her head. How could a woman take something like this?

Her pussy ached at that moment, as if it wanted to find out the answer to that question. Martha kissed and licked the sides of the cock, placing wet kisses over every inch. She tried to be as quiet about it as she possibly could, but she wanted to devour him whole. She opened wide again and in went the fat cock head, spreading her mouth open to a ridiculous degree.

Andre had to keep from letting out a loud grunt, but the woman underneath him was sucking harder and harder on his cock. He leaned over with his arms on the counter, doing anything he could to fight it. They were too far along for Martha to just get up and move, and neither of them were interested in explaining why she was hiding the whole time.