“That’s it, Sarah. Watch your boyfriend fuck me! Watch that brown dick fill me up while I lick on your pussy. You like it? Tell me you want him. Go on, beg for it!” Carol fingers were slick with the younger girl’s juices as she pushed them in and out of her mound.
“Please! Please let Derrick fuck me! Ohhh! Please, I need cock. I need his cock so bad right now…” Sarah meant it too. She was beyond aroused. The jealousy was still there, that was true, but she needed a man inside of her. After the weeks of Carol’s lesbian trysts Sarah was aching for that male presence, that masculine frame mounted above her.
“You can fuck her now,” Carol permitted the young black man to dismount her. The housewife noted that he delayed pulling out of her and internally was pleased that Derrick was probably happy staying inside of her instead of the young girl’s thighs. She rolled out of the way and watched as his thick member, slick with her own juices, was poised above her vaginal lips. Carol grabbed it and rubbed the head on the teenage pussy, slapping the tip of his cock on Sarah’s clit and watched her writhe.
“Do her,” the middle aged woman demanded. “Do her hard. Fuck her little pussy!”
Derrick didn’t need that much convincing. He slipped into the redheaded teen’s slit and marveled how wet she was. The two women he was sandwiched between were crazy with lust as he pleasured his young lover at the encouragement of the older.
He had been with some amazing women and engaged in some hot sexual moments. He had taken two Korean beauties simultaneously when he was stationed overseas; but that was a ‘paid service’. He and his boys had passed around Sarah and her girlfriend Tiffany for an entire night in what was one of his wilder experiences. But this threesome was something special; it was initiated by an interracial-obsessed teenager and a size queen housewife and the young man was glad to rise to the occasion.
Carol Stanwick had her freak on for sure, pushing on his hips and smacking his ass, prodding him to hammer Sarah brutally with his man stick. And the nineteen year old wailed in pleasure underneath him – her restrained hands clenched around the ties, desperately trying to hold on to the ride he was giving her. It was going to be a long ride for sure.
Greedy, Greedy
The snow had long melted and the thaw of Spring was just within grasp. The weather around Roxburn Heights seemed to warm with Carol’s blistering hot indiscretions that occurred right under her husband’s nose. But after years of Ben cheating on her, Carol knew the things to hide and the things to say and the things to do. She kept performing her warm-ups right before sex, but instead of looking at porn she had started sending instant messages to Derrick. She would tell him how she was dreading having her husband’s white dick inside of her and how she couldn’t wait to see him again.
Derrick did nothing to hold her back either. Sarah was certainly a hot piece and the half dozen threesomes they had done together were always worth it. But the teenage girl started calling him ‘to talk’ or to ‘just hang out’. Her questions about what he was doing and where he was going began to get annoying. It was one thing to have a girlfriend after you; it was another thing to have some piece of ass thinking she was anything more than that.
Carol, on the other hand, wanted to be a piece of ass. She didn’t call Derrick to hang out –she called him to fuck. When they couldn’t meet she would occasionally text him or call him to arrange a rendezvous but that was the end of it. She never wondered if he was sleeping with somebody else or if he wanted more from their arrangement. In truth he wasn’t planning on being around past May anyway. Unbeknownst to the women in his life and most of his friends, he had been taking courses on aircraft mechanics and he was already betting on a job out in L.A. The last thing he needed was some girl hanging off his arm and holding him back from getting out of this shit town. Sarah and Carol were just a fun distraction, only one didn’t know it and the other did.
Sarah finally started to notice that things weren’t what they seemed when she stepped out of her house to see Derrick walking up to Carol’s front porch across the street.
“Hey, Derrick, what are you doing here?” she squinted at him and walked across the court to see her lover. Derrick looked over his shoulder at the Stanwick house to see if anyone was watching and then gave Sarah a quick hug.
“Hey, baby, I thought you was at school?”
“I was supposed to be but I overslept and missed my first class. So, what are you doing here?”
“Uh, ya know I was just gonna stop in to see Carol. She called me an’ all this mornin’.” He looked around to see who might be watching them. Nobody seemed to be about.
“So, you’re going to be with Carol today without me there?” Sarah asked, a hurt tone striking in her voice.
“Well, I didn’t think it was a problem-”
“No, it isn’t. It’s no big deal. I just haven’t been with you – I mean just you – in a long time. But that’s cool. It’s not like we’re dating or whatever.” Sarah backed off and starting slowly inching back toward her car.
“Hey, if it’s a problem-”
“No, I told you its okay. Derrick. Just go and have fun and call me whenever.” Sarah turned and got into her car. Slamming the door she drove around the court, turning around, and headed out to the main street where Derrick had parked.
The black man turned back to the Stanwick house and walked up to the front door to find Carol waiting in only a white robe. Her face told him she had heard the whole conversation out in the middle of the cul-de-sac, but she mentioned nothing.
“Good morning, Derrick,” she greeted him, taking his creamy brown hand in hers and pulling him into the house. “How much time do we have before you head off to work?”
“About three hours.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I have all day. I guess we better get started soon then.” Carol pulled the robe off and dropped it to the floor. She was completely nude – her toned figure was a great thing to see first thing in the morning. It was even better to see her getting on her knees and unbuckling his pants right in the foyer of the house.
*******
Weeks went by and Sarah felt discarded. Carol stopped her lesbian advances and Derrick barely responded to her texts. She didn’t see his car after that one day but she just knew they were meeting; knew they were fucking. In many ways it was worse than being cheated on because they both had been involved with her. Sure, the relationships were convoluted at best and centered solely on sex, but Sarah had become accustom to being Derrick’s play toy and Carol’s lesbian concubine. She was desperate for physical contact; playing with herself left the nineteen year old feeling unsatisfied. It didn’t stop her, of course, but the dildo Carol gave her was just a sad reminder of what that slutty housewife was getting and Sarah was denied. It drove the redhead crazy with jealousy and she needed to vent to somebody.
“Tiffany, he won’t call me back anymore.”
“Does that surprise you?” her friend retorted over the phone.
“Well, I wasn’t sure how he’d be. He seemed really into me.”
“So do you think he’s seeing somebody else?”
I know he is. He’s fucking my freaky bisexual neighbor who seduced me just to get to him. Sarah couldn’t tell her the truth, “I think he is but I can’t be sure.”
“I thought you didn’t want a relationship with this guy? What do you care?” Tiffani’s tone was exasperated; she wasn’t the sympathetic friend she was back in January before the ‘blacking’. First she went into a weepy mood for a week, then she broke off her relationship with Greg, and then she just got quiet. Now she was being belligerent and it was pissing Sarah off.
“Well, I thought you wanted to be in a relationship with Greg but you killed that.” It was a mean thing to say but it was off her tongue before she could stop herself.
“Well, whose fault is that, Sarah?!”
“Yours! Don’t blame me because you wanted to fuck three niggers at the same time! Slut!”
“Well, since you di
d the same thing that makes you a slut too!”
Tiffany hung up the phone. Sarah threw her cell onto the bed and screamed into her pillow.
“Sarah, are you okay in here?” her mother knocked briefly then opened the teen’s bedroom door.
“Yeah, mom. I’m fine. Just pissed with somebody, that’s all.”
“Tiffany?” Alice guessed, stepping in and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Yes, among others.”
“Wow, sounds like something happened. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Are there guy problems?”
Sarah wiped a tear from her eye, but stifled her emotional outburst. “Yeah, you could say that. But nothing bad. I mean it’s not what you might think.”
“Well I know I haven’t been around much lately because of my own ‘guy problems’, but I have some time now. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
What am I supposed to say, mom? That I’ve been fucking a black guy for weeks and now your whore-friend Carol stole him from me after we had a brief lesbian affair right under your nose? Sarah rolled her eyes, “Mom, it’s okay, really. I’ll be fine. I just need to be alone, all right?”
Alice kissed her daughter on the forehead and left the room. Sarah took a deep breath and, after she calmed down, stared at her phone and thumbed through her contact list. She was tempted to call Jennifer and tell her what a slut her mother was but then she thought the better of it. Besides, she wasn’t sure who she missed most – Derrick or Carol. She ran through the list twice before she selected a name and pressed TALK. The other end rang three times and then a familiar voice picked up on the other end.
“Hi! What are you doing?” There was loud music in the background and some people yelling.
“Just wanted to talk. Can you talk for a second?”
“Well, not for long. I’m… out… right now. Is everything okay? Where are you?”
“I’m just sitting on my bed, ready to kill Carol Stanwick and my best friend Tiffany. Just call me when you’re done with whatever you’re doing, okay?”
The voice answered back, “Wait! I want to talk to you. Hold on a sec, okay?”
“Okay.” Sarah waited as the line went mute for a minute. The background noise came back on and the voice returned as well.
“Sarah, can you meet me downtown? There is a little diner on 5th and Robinson next to the strip club. You know it?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Just meet me there in a half hour and we’ll hang and talk, okay?”
“Okay. Oh, and don’t tell my brother we’re talking, okay?”
“Not a problem.”
“Thanks, Crystal.”
Part VI - Brian’s Betrayal
Is that all there is?
Crystal Pemberton looked down at the five inch little penis before her and started laughing, “Wait, is that it? HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Well, I’m not all the way hard yet,” Brian insisted.
“I mean, I knew it was small, but I had no idea it was that small.” The naked blonde closed her legs and sat up in bed, doing a poor job of suppressing her laughter. “I’m sorry, Brian, but the way you talked up your game made you sound like the world’s best lover and I’m just not seeing it.”
The redheaded eighteen year-old was flustered as he pulled up his pants, “You know, you’re just a bitch!”
“Hey don’t be that way,” Crystal soothed him, touching his hands and stopping him from pulling his pants all the way up. “I really do like you, Brian. You are very sweet and doting but this just caught me off guard. I know this was supposed to be your first time and all but…”
“But what?”
“Sit down, babe,” she told him, patting the bed next to her. “Let me explain something to you. I told you from the beginning that I’m not the good girl type and you said you were cool with that. A girl has her needs and this girl,” she pointed to herself, “needs… Well, I need more than what you have.”
“So after all this we’re not going to have sex?!”
“Not right now, sweetie. But it doesn’t mean we can’t do other things though.”
“Like what?”
Crystal stared up in the air as if to try to come up with something, then smiled. “Okay, here is what I want from you. Stand up in front of me with your pants down. Get up. Come on.”
She used her best voice of encouragement to goad her boyfriend out of his slumped posture and up at attention. Brian finally stood up in front of the bed and looked down at his girlfriend’s sexy body. She sat on the bed with her legs spread and dangling off the edge so that she was right in front of him. Her face was only a couple feet from his semi-flaccid penis. “Do you like my body, Brian?”
He looked her over and admired the naked flesh before him. Crystal’s long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and pointed toward an incredible set of tits; they looked like C cup or bigger and her nipples were perfectly rigid. Her tanned skin clung to a trim waist and a curvy set of hips that held her luscious legs in place. It was obvious from looking at her head to toe that she worked out and earned the body she had. He gulped, “Uhhh, yeah. I mean totally. You have the best body ever. I’ve never dated anyone like you.”
“Look at me, Brian. No, don’t touch!” she scolded when he grabbed for her breasts. “Just look. Your ‘mini-me’ must like my body too. You’re hard again.”
“Hehehe. So, uh, what are we going to do? I mean, when can I touch you?”
“Who said you can touch me? I want you to touch yourself. It’s okay. I want you to do it. Grab your dick, Brian, and rub yourself in front of me. I’ll make it worth the effort,” she teased, spreading her legs further apart and rubbing her clit. Her eyes were locked with Brian’s as she licked her lips and massaged her shaved mound. He desperately wanted to run his hands over her and feel her smooth skin, to plunge into her wetness and pump in and out of her, but Crystal wouldn’t allow it. Each time he inched closer to her, she pushed him back. “Oh no, not for you. Just watch. I want you to watch me.”
His girlfriend leaned over to her nightstand and opened it up, exposing a dozen sex toys that poked out in a variety of directions. She pulled out a seven inch pink sparkling vibrator and held it out toward his dick as if to compare them. The toy was clearly longer and thicker than his own member and Brian watched as she turned it on and slid the humming phallus between her waiting pussy lips. “You like watching that, Brian?”
He nodded and stroked his cock faster as he watched his girlfriend fuck herself in front of him. He wanted her so bad but she had made it clear that she wanted him jacking off. It was embarrassing but he justified it since she was masturbating too. That makes it okay, right? How many guys in my situation would say no?
“Ooh, that’s it Brian, stroke it faster,” she commanded him, sitting up and letting a trickle of spit drop from her perfect red lips right onto his cock head. The lubrication sped his efforts as Crystal held out her hand right in front of Brian’s dick. “Now cum in my hand. Do it. Right here in my palm. Jack off for me. Do it, you little bitch!” She was sliding the vibrator over her clit now with the other hand and staring at Brian’s member, waiting for it to release.
“Oh! Oh! UHHHH!” Brian felt his semen shoot out and watched it land in Crystal’s fingers.
She stood up and expertly turned the knob of the vibrator to the OFF position with one hand, then tossed it back in the drawer. “How did that feel, boyfriend?”
“Good. I mean I wish I could have touched you somewhere though.”
“Yeah, not going to happen,” she told him, slapping her cum filled hand on his bare chest. “Not if you keep on pestering me about it.”
He looked down at his own sperm clinging to his skin in a sticky streaky hand print shape and back up at Crystal who was putting on her panties and t-shirt. “So, wait, does that mean we might do something though if I don’t pester you?”
“Uh, you asking me is pestering me. Don’t you k
now anything about women? You aren’t supposed to ask. Now are you going to take me shopping or not?”
“Yeah, I guess, but are we still going to go to the movies tomorrow?” he asked, grabbing a tissue and wiping the mess from his chest.
“I don’t know. I made plans for tomorrow afternoon but I guess we can still go. In fact…” she smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek, “I want you to come by around two PM. Okay?”
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