Chapter 4 – South African Housewife
January 5, 2019
I smiled as I closed the door behind Hannah, but not before noticing that Jenny Defoe’s peep hole went from dark to light. It seemed that either Jenny or Gregory was curious about me and Hannah, or maybe they were just curious about who was just outside their door. I couldn’t know for certain, so with a shrug, I went back to my bathroom and took a long hot shower.
11:00 am – 12:00 pm – Unscheduled
I returned to my deck table around 11 o’clock and realized I left my coffee behind earlier. Never one afraid of cold coffee, I flipped open a book I recently purchased and took a swig. It was still good!
The sun had climbed higher in the sky with my absence and now it was 70 degrees outside and warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt. Which was exactly what I was wearing. It was also warm enough that Sabina from apartment 101 came out in a very small purple bikini and laid out on a deck chair despite being 7 months pregnant.
After Sabina, it was as if all of the women in the building coordinated to come out and sunbathe, one right after the other. Jenny came out next, looking flustered and upset in a green macro-mesh micro-thong bikini and laying out in a chair as Gregory followed. Upon seeing me, he asked if he could join me at the table, and so, I invited him to sit as Jenny cast a fearful glance in our direction.
Hannah followed Jenny, wearing a white 1 piece french cut thong bathing suit and came up to the deck and laid out on a beach chair nearest me with a naughty smile. I pretended to ignore her and read, but in fact I was watching Gregory as he carefully ogled all the women on the deck. When he looked back to me I resumed reading my book.
I was on chapter 2 when Jenny rolled over from laying on her back to her belly. Looking up, I took note of the delightful sight of the generous rolling hills of her bare ass cheeks, and of how her chestnut skin glistened under the sun’s light, and how her thick legs curved from her ankles to her calves to the back of her knees up the backs of her thighs to her mountainous buttocks. The way her thighs met between her legs curving gently from her knees to just barely touching, hiding her pussy between them.
“She’s something else isn’t she,” Gregory said in a low tone, as he sat back from leaning forward.
“Pardon,” I asked.
“My wife, Jenny,” Gregory answered, his voice strangely husky with a thick note of perversion as he nodded his head in her direction, “She’s quite the sight to behold isn’t she.”
Closing my book, I set it on the table and took a sip of my coffee as I weighed him on my personal scales of prejudice. I hated prejudging people, but nevertheless, I got a scumbag feeling from him. Meeting his gaze I answered, “I make it a point to not discuss a man’s wife either right in front of, or with him.”
“But you don’t mind leering at her in front of me. Is that it,” He answered sarcastically.
Looking at Jenny admiringly then I glared back at him. “I figure if a husband lets his wife leave the home wearing something provocative enough to attract a leering eye, he has allowed it because he likes men looking at her. As for me, I feel that to deny the presence of a beautiful woman and ignore her is an insult to her and the effort she has expended in adorning herself in a manner by which to attract my attention, and it’s tantamount to denying the presence of the sun, moon, or air.”
Smiling lopsidedly, Gregory nodded and winked that he understood as he leaned in and growled, “Quite right! I can respect that, after all, beautiful women are impossible to ignore, especially when they want your attention!”
Looking at Hannah lustfully he leaned back and continued, “As for talking about wives in front of their husbands; I agreed with you there as well. You never know what type of man you’re talking to, the crazy, perverted, jealous, or homicidal maniac type.”
“Exactly,” I agreed, keeping my expression and voice as neutral as I could.
“So, have you fucked her yet,” Gregory asked point blank.
“Pardon,” I asked again, this time my voice colored with audible disbelief.
“As you said, a husband would let his wife leave the home dressed as Jenny is unless he’s into her being ogled… or even… more, if you take my meaning. So, have you… fucked… my wife,” He asked again.
I glared at him, then cut my eyes to look at Jenny’s lovely behind again before I returned to Gregory and answered, “Goodbye, Mister Defoe.”
It took a minute for him to realize that he had been dismissed, and I watched as he went through several stages of emotion from humiliation to rage. It was only when it seemed like he was about to let his temper get the better of him that I spoke up again, this time in a low growl only he and I could hear, “Right now, Mister Defoe, I am dismissing you from my presence because you are crass and disrespectful of me, your wife, and yourself. If you have proof of your accusations then prescient it! Otherwise, if you make any further scene or do anything other than leave my presence now, I will not only dismiss you from my table but also from my apartment complex. Do you understand?”
He looked taken aback and uncertain, then looked over and admired his wife’s ass. I followed his gaze and admired Jenny as well as she adjusted her position on the deck chair. Lowering the back 15 degrees so her breasts wouldn’t arch her back painfully while she rested her head on her arms. The whole process made her gravid breasts hang like ripe fruit swinging pendulously and her ass bounce and jiggle in a wonderful way.
Gregory looked back at me and smiled, cock sure of himself, and leaned forward to ask, “Would you really kick Jenny out to the street? Especially after having fucked her?”
Tearing my eyes from Jenny’s ass, I looked him straight in the eyes, my voice as cold and sharp as steel, “Not Jenny, just you… and yes, I will kick you out in a New York second!”
Gregory harrumphed as he stood up, “I’m sure we’ll speak again.”
I scowled at him as he turned and left to go back inside Jenny’s apartment.
Jenny watched him leave from the crook of her arm, and once he was inside, she waited until she saw the curtains were drawn closed and then she stood up, walked over, and sat in the chair Gregory had vacated.
“I’m so sorry about him!” She apologized profusely, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with her expressive head shaking, “He is so jealous and paranoid! ”
“What does he know,” I asked pointedly.
“About us? Nothing,” Jenny whispered, “He’s just pissed because it took me so long to find a place down here for us to move in to, and he can’t figure out how I got us this awesome apartment when we’re broke!”
“How long have you been in Panama City Beach,” I asked.
“Two weeks,” She whined, holding her arms as if asking; how he could think she could find an apartment any quicker!
I looked at Jenny for a long time. I felt sorry for her, after talking to Gregory I felt pretty certain he had a girlfriend or several he was fucking while she was away, and what he was really frustrated about was leaving them behind. He hadn’t expected her to actually find a place down here at all, and had expected her to return to him defeated and dejected. It would make it so he could keep his girlfriends and Jenny would be sufficiently qualed and submissive. I had a feeling her marriage was not going to last very much longer, but I couldn’t exactly tell her that.
“Jenny are you on your period yet,” I asked in a low voice only she and I could hear.
“No,” She answered with a shake of her head as she looked back at her apartment to see if Gregory was spying on her.
“Well then, do you wanna fuck,” I asked, “Just the 2 of us consenting adults. No rent payment. Just you and me because we want to and because you deserve an epic orgasm right now?!”
“Oh God, I want to so much! You just can’t know how much I do,” She sighed and then looked back at her apartment, “But I am afraid that Gregory will come out and find me gone, and then he will see that you are gone, and he will correctly assume that we are doing exactly what we would be doing, and that would be bad!”
I nodded that I understood, and she sighed and relaxed, sitting back in her chair as I pulled my apartment key out of my pocket. Leaning across the table and slipping it to her hand, I whispered, “Keep this with you at all times. Don’t let Gregory know you have it, and if you need to come over, for any reason, at any time, day or night, especially if you don’t feel safe, do so! I like you very much Jenny, and I would hate for anything to happen to you! Understand?”
Jenny smiled and nodded that she did understand as she to my surprise very smoothly pulled her bikini thong aside, and as I dropped open, pushed my key inside her pussylips and up inside her vagina! Standing up, she took my hand and squeezed it in thanks, as she whispered, “I understand perfectly. Thank you Jaiden!”
With a secretive smile, she squeezed my hand then returned to her deck chair to continue sunbathing as I admired her from afar. It was while I was admiring Jenny and Hannah that I heard light footfalls approach from behind me.
“Good morning, Landlord,” Sabina purred seductively, her South African accent warm and thick as she walked up and sat down across from me.
“Good morning, Sabina,” I answered with a smile as I looked her up and down admiringly, “How is the baby this morning?”
“Ah well, your child is precocious as usual Landlord. He seems to enjoy kicking me in the ribs these days,” Sabina answered in a warm purr loud enough for Hannah and Jenny to hear.
I thought I heard Jenny cough, and I definitely heard Hannah laugh softly, as I asked, “How is Roman these days?”
“Better than he deserves Landlord,” She answered with a humorous grin, signaling she was teasing, as she continued, “The spoiled bastard is off playing golf with his mates this morning!”
“Oh,” I responded with raised eyebrows and then asked, “And you are unhappy about it?”
“Not at all Landlord,” Sabina giggled, “It’s just, he left without satisfying my needs, and my need is very great this morning!”
“Ohhhhhhh, I see,” I answered with a laugh and a smile, “Well, if there is anything I can do, please let me know.”
“Thank you, Landlord,” Sabina giggled again, “Then if you don’t mind, would you come visit me?”
“When,” I asked, leaving the single word hanging in the air as the whole of my question.
“Mmm, come to my room in 30 minutes please,” Sabina whispered huskily as she stood up with a naughty smile and left to return to her apartment.
I watched her small athletic body as she departed.
Sabina was South African and her skin was as beautiful and absolutely flawless as black porcelain. Her eyes were so dark they were nearly black, and her long thick black braids fell halfway her buttocks. She was nothing like Jenny, Natalie or Hannah. She was very short and very petite, almost childlike in her stature, standing only 4 feet 8 inches tall and only 95 pounds when I met her 4 years ago. Her measurements had been a 30 inch bust while wearing a 28 B-cup bra, she had a tiny 20 inch waist, and 30 inch hips with an African ghetto booty.
Supposedly, as she told her story; she was 18 years old, at least that’s what it said on her paperwork when she arrived in the U.S. and was given to Roman Johnson as a mail order bride. He was 51 at the time. When she was delivered, she was exactly what Roman ordered, small… petite… childlike… However, she grew up! Not by much, but it was enough that her American husband lost interest and began actively ignoring her, preferring to golf or walking the beach rather than being with her. Under those circumstances it didn’t take long before she decided she wanted to go back home to her native South Africa, but she had no money.
A month after they were married Roman had her cleaning the house, getting groceries, and running errands he didn’t want to do. One such errand was running over to my place to make the rent payment. That is when we met, and over the next couple of years we became friends. When she finally felt safe enough to confide in me about her situation. How she wanted to divorce Roman and go home. How she didn’t have any money, and how she was so sexually neglected. I informed her of her rent payment options, and that I would be more than happy to satisfy her sexual needs, and she could keep the money for going home. Sabina was very agreeable to the idea even though I am much older than her, though in retrospect, I’m still younger than Roman.
As it turned out, she is extremely aroused almost all the time! However, her people are very spiritual, not ones to use any chemical or herbal contraceptives. Rather, they use the rhythm method. It was a simple matter for her to track her cycle, since it was only 22 days long. She calculated she would have roughly 11 safe days and 9 unsafe days. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on perspective, it was more like 1 safe day and 19 unsafe days after factoring in my sperm living inside her for 5 to 7 days after ejaculation. How she didn’t get pregnant every time she had sex I don’t know, but then, that was a solution and the problem! She wasn’t getting any sex! At least, not from Roman… not anymore!
It June 1, 2018 when she started fucking me to pay their rent. I figure she got pregnant the very next month…
Come forward 7 months, and as far as I know, she’s 21 years old and 110 pounds with a big pregnant belly that makes her look like she ate a beach ball. A very large beach ball! Her breasts have grown from 28 B-cups to C-cups, which for her build and stature is large, and they may get larger still when her milk comes in. Her tiny 20 inch waist is well, not 20 inches anymore, and her 30 inch hips and ghetto booty have widened and thickened to 32 inches!
In whole, Sabina now looks like an exotic fertility idol…
As she disappeared inside her apartment, I contemplated her pregnancy. Turning back around, I looked over and admired Jenny, who was staring back at me like I was a strange monster, and Hannah, who was looking up and me with a Cheshire Cat grin.
“How many children have you fathered now,” She whispered in a husky purr only I could hear.
I shrugged and smiled back, “I’m not telling.”
“Is it because you never got to have children with me,” Hannah asked, taunting me.
Looking back at her I grinned and shook my head, “No. I just don’t like condoms. I can’t help it if some of the women I’ve fucked don’t like using other contraceptives.”
Hannah smiled up at me and shook her head before burying it in her arms and mumbling, ” You are so naughty…”
I smiled as I looked up and admired Jenny as memories of her naked body pressed against mine. Of being between her thighs and buried deep inside her womb. The memory of her played like a movie reel in my mind, and I wondered if she was pregnant. She hadn’t used any contraceptives when we were together the first through the fourth. Not even the condom she brought initially. As for Hannah, I knew her cycle was 45 days long, which supposedly gave her an incredibly long window when she was infertile.
So how long would it take before I would find out if we could have a child together?
The question plagued me until I finished my coffee and I stood up to leave. I waved goodbye Jenny and kneeled down and gave Hannah a kiss before going inside. Steered to the left, I walked down to Sabina’s apartment, pulled her slider open, and stepped inside.
“Welcome Landlord, to my bedchamber,” Sabina growled in a husky purr!
It was true, this was my first time ever being in her bedroom. Usually she comes to my apartment. The first thing I noticed was her room was decorated like an African hut, full of her culture. The second thing I noticed was the walls, they were painted a soft golden sand color.
I recently replaced the apartments carpeting with bamboo flooring, and Sabina had warmed it up by laying out a beautiful lion fur rug on top. Next, there was a beautiful black walnut hand carved full sized bed against the back wall. Above the black headboard, mounted on the wall, were 2 small zebra skins with large wooden African fertility goddess between them. Lastly, there was a small chest of drawers against another wall with a picture of stampeding elephants above it, and in the corner of the room, several small authentic African stools. On another wall hung tribal masks and headdresses, all in all, I felt like I just stepped into Africa.
Sabina stood in the center of her room smiling happily, a big full mouthed smile reaching her eyes. Her braids were put back into a thick ponytail, and a beautiful beaded headdress was on her head with another fertility symbol resting on her forehead. Around her neck and falling down her chest to cover her breasts were several beaded necklaces, and around her hips she wore an intricate sarong woven by her tribal mothers. Upon both her wrists and up her forearms she wore many bracelets, and on every finger there was a ring. She even wore ankle bracelets on each ankle.
In addition to her garb, she wore red paint made of ingredients from her country and culture. A thick red line led from the back of each hand to her shoulders. There were red symbols on each of her cheeks. A ring of red encircled her neck and a thick red line was drawn from her throat, down her chest, between her breasts to her belly. Lastly, there were palm sized lines painted from her ankles, up the outside her legs all the way to her hips. She looked stunning, and primitive, and feral!
“What’s going on,” I asked.
Sabina laughed delightedly as she answered, her accent even thicker than usual, “In my country, my grandmothers, my mother, and all the women of my tribe would be celebrating with me today, and they are, in spirit! My people, my tribe practice what you Americans call polyandry, while our men practice polygyny marriage customs…”
“That sounds familiar, like polygamy, but I haven’t heard of those variations,” I mused, realizing I knew very little of Sabina’s people and customs.
She smiled again, flashing her brilliant white teeth as she answered, “To explain it simply; in my tribe, every female of marrying age is allowed to have 6 husbands, and every male of marrying age is allowed to have 3 wives. Unless, the woman decides to marry brothers or the man decides to marry sisters, then they are allowed to marry all of them, no matter how many there are.”
“Ohhhhhhh,” I answered as I looked back towards the sliding door as discreetly as I could before taking a step back towards the sliding door, “So, how do these marriages work in your tribe?”
“It’s quite simple really,” Sabina purred as she walked over and put her hands on my chest before wrapping her arms around my waist.
I was caught!
There was no running away now as she continued, “There is usually a festival, a celebration where the girls of age, or in this case, a single girl…”
Pulling back, she took my hand and placed it on her chest between her breasts before she continued, “Picks a man she wants and if it is her first marriage, she takes him to a communal hut where all the newly married couples consummate their marriages together. However, if she has a first husband then she invites him to her home, and when she takes him to her bed they are married.”
“So how does the man answer, yes he wants to marry her, or no he doesn’t,” I asked.
Sabina smiled up at me and I suddenly felt like a very small mouse in her paws! She truly was a lioness, and she verily growled as she answered, “If the man goes to her home, he accepts. If he runs away, he doesn’t. However, my lovely Landlord, you accepted me as your wife as soon as you crossed my threshold! Therefore, you are mine now, and I am yours…”
I grunted as if I had just been hit in the gut. It was a little slower, but the irony of what just happened hit me next, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Wrapping my arms around Sabina, I pulled her in and scooped her up in my arms and kissed her! I have been chasing Hannah for years, asking her month after and month if she would marry me always to be turned down. However, Sabina saw what she wanted and with only a little subterfuge took exactly what she wanted!
Carrying Sabina to her bed, I set her down and guided her to lay back as I asked, “So what are my responsibilities as your husband, and what of Roman?”
Sabina smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she raised an eyebrow for effect, “I have never invited him to my room…”
I nodded my head, thinking I understood, “But, you are married to him, right?”
Sabina looked as if she were mulling over her answer before her dark fathomless eyes locked with mine, “I’m married to Roman yes, but only in the eyes of Roman and the U.S. government. Not in my eyes, or my people’s.”
“I see,” I whispered as I crawled on the bed with her and curled up against her so that we were intertwined with her gravid belly pressing into me, “So as one of your husband’s, what are my responsibilities to you?”
Sabina smiled, her black porcelain skin glowing darkly with joy and maternity. She was such a stark contrast to my pale white skin as she brought a hand up and caressed my cheek as she answered, “That is easy my husband, take care of my sexual needs, give me children, and provide for me and our offspring. That is the whole of every husband’s responsibilities to his wife, is it not?”
“What about Roman,” I asked, still unsure of the new dynamic.
Sabina looked down at my t-shirt and ran a hand across my chest and shoulders as she answered, “If we were in my village, I could complain to the old ones, the umm… tribal elders… I think you would call them, and they would give me a divorce from Roman. However, since we are not in my village and this is not my country, I have no power to do such a thing so I will keep living with him. He has taken me as a wife even though I have not taken him as a husband, so I will perform my duties as his Housewife as I must. However, if he should cast me out or divorce me, then you as my recognized husband must bring me into your home as your first Housewife for the rest of my days…”
“What is the difference between a wife and a Housewife,” I asked suddenly curious by her usage of the word and context.
She looked up at the ceiling as she thought about the answer, “Umm… I guess the best way to explain it is; since men can have 3 wives and women can have 6 husbands, not all the wives reside with their husbands. Otherwise, we would all just live in one big building. Instead, men own everything outside of the home; animals, land, slave men, women and children, while a wife is given a home a bridal gift by her first husband, and from then on, she owns and manages everything within it. This is how the women of my tribe increase our wealth, by increasing the number of husbands we have. In this way every additional husband must build an addition onto the home as payment of the bride price before she will lay with him and give him offspring.”
“So what is the difference between a wife and a housewife,” I asked in confusion.
Sabina looked at me queerly as if I should understand, “The housewife is the wife that owns the home her husband lives in. She is usually regarded as the primary wife, or the head wife.”
“Oh,” I answered, sort of understanding, “So your tribe is a matriarchy. The women choose their husbands and are given houses if the husband accepts and pays the bride price.”
“Yes, sort of but not quite.” Sabina answered.
“And, if the husband then chooses to take secondary wives, they are either slaves and are not given anything, or they are other wives that already have their own homes.”
“Yes.” Sabina said with a nod.
“And, since they do not live with him like his first wife does, the Housewife, they are only considered wives,” I finished as the hierarchy fell into place in my head, “So if Roman divorces you, you want to take your place as my primary, or first wife…”
“Yes,” Sabina answered with a big beautiful smile.
“But what if I already have a wife by then that already thinks she is my primary wife,” I asked jovially, hoping Sabina understood my hypothetical was lighthearted, although I was still curious as to how she would answer.
Sabina looked into my eyes for a very serious few seconds then asked, “Are you married to another woman, before I invited you into my house to be my husband?”
“No.”
Sabina smiled as if that was it, and the matter was settled, “Then any wife you take after today will concede to me as your first wife! Or, I will fight her and humiliate her until she concedes.”
I didn’t feel like it would be as simple as that, but I didn’t say anything further.
“Well then, Wife,” I growled as I brushed a finger across her cheek, “What would you have me do for you first?”
“Mmmm,” She purred hedonistically, “Well, first I want you to shave me. Your child is making it so I can’t keep myself properly groomed, and then, satisfy my need until I am happy!”
I nodded and rolled off the bed.
Sabina followed, untied her sarong, tossed it across the foot of the mattress, then she sat down and laid back. Scooting further towards the center of the bed until she could rest her heels on the edge just below her ass cheeks, she spread her thighs wide apart as I looked around the room until I found what I needed. A towel to place under her ass, a bowl, shaving cream, another hand towel to clean her up with, and a razor.
Turning back to her, I admired her obsidian body. Her belly was a large round mountain sloping down to her ribs and bountiful breasts in one direction, and down to her hips, thick pubic mound, and ample ass in the other direction. Her thighs looked thin and spindly, like twin onyx towers curving quite delightfully from her inner knees down to crotch and from her outer knees sloping out to her hips and ass. Between those 2 towers, was the valley floor of her pussy mound and labia majora, and the appearance was like that of a black forest sparsely dotting her smooth ebony skin. Each tree was a coiling black pubic hair, winding in ever tightening rings until each hair looked like a cone standing straight out from her licorice skin.
Stepping forward, I set the bowl on the bed just below her ass. I sprayed shaving foam into my hand then spread it over her pussylips and pubic mound until Sabina’s black forested valley between her towering thighs was to be buried under white foamy snow. When I was satisfied that every pubic hair was covered I wiped the extra foam off into the bowl, and I left her momentarily to wash out the bowl and fill it with hot water before returning.
Setting the razor in the bowl of hot water, I waited as the shaving foam moistened her pubes. When I felt enough time had passed, I leaned forward and kissed her inner thighs. I shaved first her pubic mound. First down with the growth of her pubes, then across, and then up against her hair growth. Sabina spread her thighs wider, and her obsidian pussylips opened up to reveal the deliciously wet pedals of her lovely pink rose. Her labia minora were coiled up like a twisting cylinder that led from her clitorus to her vagina, and as she opened herself up to me, they slowly unfurled into a heart leaving her small almost imperceptible clitorus hidden in the top folds of her clitoral hood while there was a small slit of her urethra in the center and at the bottom tip of her labia minora, her vaginal mouth was open and receptive and looking like another heart turned upside down so that the tip of her vagina met the tip of her heart shaped labia minora!
I felt as if a fog of lust was filling my head with cotton!
My lust was hot on my breath at the sight of her beautiful pussy, and I wanted to bury my mouth in her pink rose as deeply as I could push my tongue inside her!
With a shake of my head, I focused on her labia majora, her outer pussylips, and delicately shaved from her perineum to her pelvic bone, then from her thighs to the edge of her pussylips where her ebony skin turned pink, and then I shaved from her same pink and ebony line back to her thighs, and lastly, from her pubic bone down to her perineum. Sabina was completely hairless by the time I finished, and left to clean out the bowl and wet a hand rag with hot water. When I returned, I cleaned her from her anus to her pubic mound, and when I was finished, I ran my hand across her almost glossy smooth obsidian pussylips!
“Mmmm,” She purred, “That feels splendid!”
“Yes it does,” I agreed in a horny growl.
Impatiently, I cleaned up the rest of our shaving mess and had Sabina lift her hips as I pulled the large towel from beneath her. Once I had everything cleaned up, folded, tossed in the hamper for washing, and her shaving supplies returned to her chest of drawers; I pushed my shorts off to fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I grabbed her around her thighs and pulled her to the side of the bed!
She giggled lustily as her ass hung over empty air…
Kneeling down, I buried my face in her pussy as I grabbed 2 meaty handfuls of her ass cheeks while she tightened her thighs around my head and settled her feet on my shoulders. I licked between her smooth ass cheeks to her anus, circled her puckered lips and then licked up to her perineum. I bit each of her ebony cheeks just before they met her fat pussylips and relished the taste of her nectar!
Sabina moaned loudly, and her lubricants gushed out of her vagina like clear honey. I delved my tongue deep inside her pink well and played first with the rough spongy roof of her vagina before licking down her smooth walls to the bottom of her vaginal mouth where a pool of honey was collecting. Placing my bottom teeth against her perineum, I tilted her hips until all her honey poured into my mouth like sweet wine!
“Mmmmm,” Sabina moaned repeatedly before I finished drinking her nectar and licked up to tickle her g-spot!
New honey ran over the bottom of her vagina, cascading over her perineum and ran in rivulets down her ass cheeks to my fingers. When her hips began to quiver I moved up and sucked her swollen labia between my teeth as her hard little bean pressed against my teeth as I squeezed it between my lips!
I could feel Sabina’s arder rising as she rocked her hips more and more forcefully, grinding her pussy into me! Pulling away, I blew a soft breath of air against her pussylips and then licked up her smooth pubic mound, then I bit her between her pussy slit and her adductor longus muscle and Sabina hissed as her hips quivered uncontrolably…
Releasing her, I sucked her clitorus between my teeth and lashed it with my tongue and her hips bucked and ground her labia into my face…
Pulling back, I bit the other side of her fatty pubic mound and then turned my head and bit into her inner thigh until I almost drew blood for good measure!
“Eeeyyeeeeeee yeeeeeeee,” Sabina wailed, her orgasm exploding from her small body like a thunderclap sounding out across the South African countryside!
Turning back I licked my tongue inside her vagina, followed her vulva up to her urethra, sucked her labia pedals into my mouth, and sucked her clit between my teeth, and as Sabina’s hips quaked, grinding her pussy against me, her shrieking climbed by the decibel as I nibbled relentlessly!
As soon as Sabina’s orgasm peaked, she locked her thighs around my head like a vise as she twisted and clawed at her bed sheets trying to get away! She nearly twisted my head off before I quit, but as soon as she relaxed her grip, I shrugged out from between her thighs!
She was crawling across her bed on her pregnant belly, I grabbed her by her hips, pulled her back as her nails scratched across her sheet and I pulled her legs out from under her as she clung on, desperately trying to keep her chest, breasts, and arms on the bed as I held her aloft by her thighs and slammed my rigid dick inside her wet pink vagina!
Sabina looked like she was flying, with her legs stuck straight out behind me, and her pregnant belly hanging over open air while her arms were stretched out over her head. She wailed as a second orgasm crashed over her, and she began rotating her hips, whisking my dick inside her as she began squirting cum between my legs blasting my balls with her juices!
She screamed and mewled unintegably, and almost let go of the bed sheets as her hips bucked and her thighs shuddered… I watched her hands weaken and she began sliding… at the last second she grabbed the support beam that ran the length of her bed from headboard to footboard, and held on with all her remaining strength as I continued slamming my dick inside her!
She was moaning and heaving in great breaths of air when my orgasm finally crested! Pulling her hips against my thighs, my cockhead smashed against her cervix ruthlessly until with 1 final mighty surge my cum hit my prostate and creamy white fire blasted against her vaginal walls until I filled her completely up with my seed!
As soon as my ejaculation came to its end all of my strength was gone! Carefully I repositioned my hands from Sabina’s thighs to her hips and let her swing her feet down to the floor.
“It’s a good thing I’m pregnant already husband, or I certainly would be after this,” Sabina gasped in exhaustion.
“Pregnant now or impregnated later, it doesn’t matter as long as you are happy with the result,” I mumbled as I patted her ass just before pulling her up to stand next to me.
Hugging her to my chest, she went up on her toes signalling she wanted a kiss so I leaned down. She pressed her overly full bee-stung lips against mine until we were both utterly breathless.
“I want more,” She purred in a whisper, then with a giggle turned around spread her legs and bent over to put her hands on the bed before she looked over her shoulder at me and growled, “You know what I want…”
Smiling deviously, I grabbed my dick and stepped up behind her, I wiped my cum and her nectar off the bottom of my dick, leaving a gelatinous trail as I guided it down the valley, between her ass cheeks, until my cockhead was pressing against her puckered anus.
“Mmm yes,” Sabina purred and then hissed as I thrust my head inside her ass.
I revelled at the sight of my dickhead disappearing inside her ass… I basked in the feeling of her anus tightening around my dick like an ultra tight cockring… and I dug my nails into her obsidian skin as I grabbed her hips…
“Ohhhhhhhhhh Godddddeeeeeesssssss,” Sabina wailed as I slammed my dick inside her rectum so hard my balls slapped her pussy lips!
I pulled back slowly… Then I lunged forward again! With every pulverising crash Sabina’s thighs and ass rippled in aftershock… With every mightly slap of my balls against her pussylips her anus tightened around my cock! It took a deliciously long while before I felt like cumming again, but as my orgasm built so was Sabina’s!
We were both wheezing and moaning! She was rocking and rotating her ass… slamming her thighs and buttocks back into me, and every time, I rammed my dick high inside her rectum!
Cherishing the feeling of my balls slapping her pussylips with a loud, “Whack! Whack! Whack,” I lunged forward inside Sabina 1 last time and exploded, blasting my seed deep inside her rectum!
Standing there behind her, breathing hard and feeling exhausted, I let my cock pulse and throb in Sabina’s ass while she put her head on her arms. Heaving a satisfied sigh, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she slowly rotated her ass on my dick, hollowing herself out, whisking my cock inside her. Her breathing was shaky and her ass shook with her own exhaustion as I rubbed her ass cheeks in slow circles before running my hands down her ski sloping back to her shoulders and back to her hips. We stood there until every bit of sperm in my dick was slowly squeezed out into her rectum and I finally began shrinking out of her.
Stepping back, I watched my white dick with a soft pink velvety head slip out of her porcelain black ass and noted that Sabina didn’t let one ounce of sperm sperm follow me out. It was all securely held deep inside her…
Crawling up on her bed, she laid out across it sideways and collapsed. Looking around her room I found pillows to tuck behind her back and put between her knees and arms, making her as comfortable as I can.
Looking up at me with glazed eyes, she laid her head on her pillow as she purred in satisfaction, “Thank you husband, I think I am going to take a nap now.”
I bent down and kissed her cheek, but she turned and followed it up with a soft kiss on the lips. When we finished, I went to her bathroom and cleaned up and when I returned I could hear her soft rhythmic breathing of sleep. I pulled my shorts back on before finding a blanket to throw over her naked body, and then I left returning to my apartment to take my third shower of the day.
Shaking my head, I wandered over the events of the day; who could have guessed my day would have gone the way it had so far? Having asked 1 woman to be my wife… and now, I was a second husband, a consort, to a completely different woman!
And, the day isn’t even over yet… I still had 2 more apartments and 2 more wives making rent payments today!
Character Stats-
Sabina Johnson (name changed; unknown)
30(28b)-20-30
Age: 21 (actual age unknown)
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: dark brown
Height: 4’8″
Weight: 95 (110)
Ethnicity: African
Cycle: forth week
Length: 22 days
Period days: 2
Safe days: 1
Fertile days: 19
History: Mailorder bride Feb2015; Began paying rent March2015; Confided in Jaiden and began paying rent with sex June2018(2,n,1), July2018(2,n,98); (7 months, 30 weeks, 1/5/2019)