“You’re welcome. Anything for the love of my life,” she forced her smile and slinked up Brian’s pasty body and kissed him on the mouth. Their tongues swirled and Crystal made sure she humped his leg seductively. Tickling his chest and snuggling against him, she nestled against his neck and whispered, “This feels just perfect, doesn’t it?”
“If I had any sensation left in my hands I’d agree with you.” Crystal actually burst out laughing at the witty comment, impressed with her boyfriend’s ability to laugh at his own circumstance.
“I was thinking, Brian. How would you like to take things to the next level?”
He looked at her, “You mean, like sex?”
“That and more.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was wondering how you feel about maybe getting married?”
He looked at her suspiciously, “You’re screwing with me again, aren’t you?”
“I’m dead serious, Brian. I want you to marry me.” She had to iterate the proposal eight times before the now-nineteen year old young man came around to believing her.
“So, if we were going to do this, would we, you know, be with each other?”
“I can promise you that I would take your cherry on our wedding night.”
“And what about all the other guys? I’m not trying to be a jerk, I promise, but you have been telling me for months and months that you think I’m too small and now-”
“Brian, don’t dig yourself into a big fucking hole. I told you I would have sex with you and I meant it. You’d be my husband, after all. But you would still need to recognize that I have my own needs. But I promise that all of your needs would be fulfilled.”
Sarah stroked Brian and felt his little cock stiffen in her hand as she continued, “Think about it, sweetie. Watching me fuck another girl right in front of you, or watching me fuck another man… I know you like that now, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“Yeah, I trained you well, cuck-boy. You know I’ll need a real man to please my wet pussy. What kind of man do you think can do that for me?”
“A black man,” Brian groaned. “Only a black man can satisfy a woman.”
“Good boy. As long as you remember that, every wicked fantasy I will make come true. Every dirty thought would be a reality for you. Every wanton lustful urge that crossed that mind of yours I would make happen. But it wouldn’t just end there. We would do more. Much, much more. You know the things I’m talking about. Don’t you want those things, dirty boy?”
“You know I do,” he closed his eyes and enjoyed the hand job she provided.
“There are just a few things I need you to do, first. If you can do them, I’ll make it all happen, sweetheart.”
Brian listened and acquiesced to every request his fiancé-mistress made, knowing that she would own him body and soul. His father would hate him for the things he was about to do but the man had cut him off anyway. From his clouded, immature, lust crazed perspective, he owed his dad nothing and Crystal everything.
*******
Brian and Crystal were having a late breakfast with Alice at their house in Roxburn Heights. The news of their engagement was kept secret from his mother as well, despite him wanting to include her. Crystal insisted on his silence and ultimately her cuckold caved to her will. The meal was quaint and short, Brian had to leave meet a group of classmates for a last minute cram session. They were about to take the first of their midterm exams just before Spring Break. The two women both wished him luck and watched him disappear out the door.
Crystal couldn’t contain herself, “So, tell me about this whole affair thing with your neighbor!”
Alice had sworn to say nothing to anyone, but like most people she had a confidante that she could share the burden of secrecy with and with that the trust Carol had placed in her was broken in less than a day. Crystal had talked to her about the new discovery briefly on the phone and the blonde girl decided to pump her boyfriend’s mother for information in person.
Of course the whole story meshed with Sarah’s account of the affair, sans the little tidbit about Carol’s lesbian seduction. Crystal wondered how things would go if she found out about Carol licking her daughter’s pussy right in her own home. Not good she suspected. But as fun as it would be to let that secret loose, she had to keep focused on who she really wanted to get at. All of these women, Brian included, were means to an end. For my sister, she reinforced with herself.
“So you finally told Carol about Maurice though?”
Alice asked Crystal to follow her to the bedroom so that she could get changed into her gym clothes. Six months ago she would have excused herself. Today there was no point in her hiding anything. The young woman had seen her at her most intimate moment with the stranger at the Mandingo party. “Yes, I finally told her. She doesn’t know about the house party we went to but we talked about Maurice and did some… comparisons.”
“Speaking of, how is Maurice?” Crystal asked.
“It’s a little weird,” confessed Alice. “I told him about me having sex with another man.”
“Really? How did he take it?”
“That’s the weird part. He seemed fine with it.”
The blonde woman smiled across the table, “Isn’t that a good thing?”
“I suppose. It’s just very strange. He first asked me what his name was and I said I couldn’t tell him. It wasn’t until I explained about the –whatchacallit?- Mandingo party that he understood that I really couldn’t tell what his name was because I had no idea. Once he found out it was another black man he did something I couldn’t believe.”
“What?”
“He encouraged me to do it again.”
Crystal grinned, “Sounds like you can have your cake and eat it too, mom.”
Alice smirked at her ‘mom’ comment. Brian’s girlfriend had taken to calling her that for the last couple of days and it was amusing to hear. “I suppose. It just seemed… What’s the word I am looking for? It seemed scripted. Like he knew I was going to tell him, which is strange since there was no way for him to know. Does that make any sense?”
Shit! She is starting to figure things out, Crystal worried internally. Maurice was slipping, no doubt getting tired of the charade. You’d think he’d be happy with getting a nice piece of ass, happy enough to keep up the act anyway. Pemberton ran her hands through her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail; a perfect blonde swish wrapped in a red band. “Maybe he picked up on something else you said and then just knew how he was going to handle it once you actually said something?”
“Maybe,” Alice shrugged.
Determined to keep her from mulling over their conversation, Brian’s girlfriend steered the conversation to the things she knew would excite Alice. “So, I bet Maurice fucked you really hard afterwards, didn’t he?”
“How did you know?”
“Because I can tell from the look on your face, mom, that he hammered you all night long. You can see it. You have this smile that says, ‘I could care less what happens because I got my black cock last night.’”
“Crystal!” Alice snapped, laughing but obviously embarrassed.
“What? It’s not like you have any secrets from me, mom.”
The doorbell rang and startled both of them. Alice stood up, “It’s Carol from across the street. Be right back.”
Mrs. Stanwick walked in and Alice made the introductions. It was strange for Crystal to finally meet the wife of the man she hated, the woman she had been manipulating for months; the woman who she accurately believed had started an interracial affair right under her husband’s nose and it was all because of Pemberton’s insidious plan.
The brunette woman had sharp features and a toned body. The lines in her face were exceptionally concealed in her face and would easily give some of the dancers Crystal had worked with at the club a run for their money. Alice excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving the two women alone in the kitchen.
“So, w
hat are you two gossiping about?” Carol asked her.
“Oh, we were just talking about her lover Maurice,” Crystal replied, watching the housewife’s expression carefully for her reaction; it showed surprise and a touch of concern. The woman was concerned –and rightly so- that Alice had exposed her affair.
“I- I didn’t know that she was telling her family yet.”
“Oh, she isn’t. I’m dating her son but Alice and I keep each other’s secrets. Besides, I was there when she met her new lover so it’s not like they could hide it from me.”
“So what else did she tell you?” Carol’s smile was dissolving. She was noticeably disquieted by the idea of her affair getting out. Crystal didn’t want to alienate this woman – quite the opposite in fact. She needed Carol to trust her. It was time to gamble.
“Well Alice doesn’t keep any secrets from me, but I have to admit that she doesn’t know about some of my own discretions. Neither does Brian. Listen, I know you saw me that one night with my black lover out in front of the house. You saw us kissing and touching from the window. Alice knows I have been with several black guys, but she doesn’t know that I cheated on her son and I’d prefer to keep it that way. Carol, I know we don’t know each other but from what I’ve been told you seem like the type of woman who can keep a secret; somebody that understands that we all have moments of weakness. Do you think you can just keep that information between us?”
Carol Stanwick didn’t know what to say. She stood there with her mouth open, her brain trying to catch up with Crystal’s monologue. She had gone from paranoia over her heated affair to being begged for her silence regarding the young woman’s secret. Finally clearing her throat, Carol managed to respond quietly, “Uh, sure. I mean, we’re all human, right?”
Crystal pretended to be relieved, feigning a deep sigh followed by a quick hug before she started clearing the dishes from the table. “Whew! I was hoping you would say something like that. Thanks, Carol. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem.” She felt Carol’s eyes on her as she dumped the plates into the sink and began running water over them. “So, Crystal? Have you –how do I say this politely- stopped seeing this other guy?”
“Hell no!” the young woman said, “He’s a black power house that makes my body melt. It’s an affair solely based on animalistic sex that I have no intention of stopping. Besides, it’s not like I’m married to Brian, right?” Crystal looked over her shoulder at the shocked look on Carol’s face.
The brunette swallowed, “I suppose not.”
Alice came out of the bathroom just around that time, dressed for her workout. “So what have you two been chatting about?”
Nonchalantly the blonde woman answered, “Black men, what else?”
The Final Seduction
“You want more? Huh? Beg for it you dirty little slut!”
“Oh fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
The two young women exchanged their dirty talk as the bed springs flexed. They were working themselves up into an unstoppable frenzy of sweat and pussy juices.
There was a crack from a slap on the ass as the pink rubber dong strapped to the girl on top penetrated the girl on the bottom. “Take it you dirty little slut! I bet you want this all the time now, don’t you? DON’T YOU!?”
“YES! I WANT YOU! I NEED YOU!”
She grabbed a handful of hair and rode the girl from behind as well as any man could do – and maybe better than most. Panting in her ear she mouthed the wicked phrases that sent the young woman over the edge. “I’m going to make you my bitch and you are going to love it! Yeah, you dirty little lezzie slut! Are you going to be my little queer girl from now on?”
“Yes!”
“Say it, then. Say you’re my queer girl! Say it over and over again knowing a man can never satisfy you like I can! Say it while you cum, bitch!”
“I’M YOUR QUEER GIRL! I’M YOUR QUEER GIRL!” Sarah couldn’t stifle the scream that was building up inside of her as the strap-on pumped in and out of her sopping pussy in rapid thrusts. “FUCK! I’M YOUR LESBIAN FUCKING WHORE! OOH YES YES YES!”
Another perverse congress, another incredible orgasm. It was 10pm on a Wednesday night and her slender body was exhausted from the long day not to mention the working over it was getting now. “Please! Let me rest – need to stop! Uhhhh!” The dildo was finally pulled from her soaking wet slit and the teenager slumped down into the bed.
Crystal crawled back up Sarah’s body, running her hands over her petite breasts and sliding her fingers into the freckle-faced girl’s mouth. The teenager sucked on her fingers eagerly before they French kissed one more time. “Did you like that, Sarah?”
“You know I did,” she responded with a deep sigh. “I needed that really bad.”
“Just wait till you have the real thing again. You’re going to be in heaven.” Crystal unstrapped the phallus from her hips, switched off the vibrator, and discarded it to the side. They both collapsed into the bed where so many other wild escapades had been wrought.
“That seemed pretty real to me. You’re fucking hot!”
“I know,” she smiled, brushing her blonde hair away from her face and back onto the pillow.
Sarah was quiet, her arms wrapped around her own brother’s naked girlfriend and her head resting on her firm breasts. She could see a tiny little scar underneath her left tit which confirmed that they were fake. Whoever had done the breast implants must have been a real professional though since the scar was thin and well hidden. It was a week before her twentieth birthday and the redhead was now feeling dirty as she reflected on her encounters with Crystal.
It started after Sarah had shared her taboo tales of lust with Carol and Derrick that she started coming over more at night. It didn’t seem strange since they had hung out so many times before, so it didn’t dawn on her that the beautiful blonde girl would have anything on her mind other than waiting for Brian to get back from school. Her mom was out with her new mystery boyfriend and the rest of Sarah’s friends seemed to distance themselves from her lately. No doubt Tiffany had been talking trash about her after the sex orgy they had together.
Crystal understood her. She had a knowledge of men and women and sex and relationships that exuded confidence and commanded respect. The two of them dipped into her mom’s extensive wine collection and talked about all the things that her uptight upper class so-called friends would never tell the truth about: the excitement of a hot black body pressed up against yours and the naughtiness that always seemed to accompany it.
It wasn’t surprising when Brian’s girlfriend began talking about her love of interracial sex and the superior nature of the black lover. She fully acknowledged that the racial tension added to the excitement of it all – a feeling Sarah fully understood. She opened the redhead’s eyes to many truths and the conversations became detailed and arousing. One night the teenage girl showed the dildo that Carol Stanwick had given her. Deep inside Sarah knew what she was doing but she needed to make an excuse, and so she began to complain about how Carol had planned it all along just to steal Derrick and how the dildo was a way of reminding her, a payback for the orgiastic delights that were perpetrated in her home.
Crystal handled it expertly, “Nice toy. Although I’ve had bigger.”
“Bigger toys?” Sarah asked not-so-innocently.
“Bigger cocks,” she corrected. “Although I have a strap-on that might be bigger than this – a pink vibrating one. Have you ever played around with a strap-on, Sarah?”
“A couple of times,” she admitted. “It was Carol’s. It was smaller than this toy but black. She came over here wearing it when nobody was home and – well things went from there.”
“You never told me that.”
“I wasn’t going to tell you any of what she did to me but you have this thing about you that makes me want to talk. Anyway, I’m still not sure why I let Carol take advantage of me in the first place.”
Crystal finished up the wine in the glass a
nd set it on Sarah’s nightstand. “Sarah, don’t feel guilty about that part of things. It sucks that she had to steal Derrick away instead of sharing him, but it’s obvious you like it when somebody takes charge.”
“I guess. I mean Derrick was so forceful-”
Crystal cut her off and rolled closer to her, “I’m not just talking about Derrick. I’m talking about Carol. You let her do all those things because you liked having her in control; seducing you, teaching you, forcing you…”
“Uhmm, I guess,” Sarah looked at Crystal’s face nervously and recognized the lustful gleam in her eye.
The blonde slipped on top of her boyfriend’s sister, straddling her hips and pinning her arms down. She began grinding her crotch up against the young woman underneath her. “There’s no guessing about it, Sarah. Look at you, lying there, as still as a doe. Your skirt hiked up. Your panties rubbing up against mine. Your little pussy getting all wet. Your nipples hardening underneath your shirt. I’ve got your hands held down and you aren’t even struggling. You know what that tells me, Sarah?”
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