Black Curiosity - Censored!

by Melissa Dubban

  The redhead shook her head, unable to speak.

  Crystal leaned down and was a mere inch from Sarah’s lips, “It tells me you are going to be my bitch.”

  *******

  Sarah was Crystal’s bitch, just like she predicted. Each time she tried to say no, somehow her new seductress pulled her into a risqué interlude. Just when she thought things couldn’t get any kinkier, the soon-to-be twenty year old found herself in a lesbian affair with her own brother’s girlfriend. That first time in her bedroom was only the beginning of their antics.

  When the family had gone out for dinner (family included Crystal at every event these days), the two women snuck off to the restroom together and they fingered each other to a quick orgasm. Shortly after, the two returned from ‘powdering their noses’ to a seemingly oblivious Brian and Alice.

  Crystal licked Sarah for almost an hour in her living room after Brian had gone to school. Had he forgotten a book and returned to the house he would have found his sister and his girlfriend locked in a sixty-nine position on the sofa where he spent hours playing video games. He never did return however, and the secret continued.

  Crystal became bolder, swinging by the house and picking up Sarah and leaving Brian behind. “You don’t mind if I take your sister out for the day, do you?”

  “Uhhh,” Brian looked at his girlfriend nervously, “Why would you do that?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased him back, knowing that her answer would torture him all afternoon.

  Grabbing Sarah by the hand, she stole her out of the house and drove off for the afternoon, pampering her with a mani-pedi and then taking her to the movies. She couldn’t remember what happened in the film as the two of them hid in the back, touching and fondling each other to one orgasm after another in the darkness.

  That night at the apartment, Crystal shared her drawer of toys with Sarah. Rabbits, bullets, vibrators, small dildos, big dildos, and even the big strap-on were all pulled out. Sarah couldn’t believe how hot the woman on top of her felt, how wildly naughty she was.

  “How does it feel knowing I fucked you and never fucked your brother?” Crystal looked right into Sarah’s widening eyes as she pumped the strap-on dildo between her legs. “It’s true. We’ve never had sex. Not once. Think about that, Sarah. I’ve been dating your brother for almost a year and I chose to please your sweet little pussy instead of him. How does that make you feel?”

  “I don’t know…” Normally the topic of her brother was enough to turn her off to sex completely, but this was different. Brian’s girlfriend was on top of her, between her legs, shoving a thick pink vibrating dildo in and out of her with each female gyration. Their tits were rubbing against each other and Sarah had a grip on the blonde’s ass cheeks, pulling Crystal to her and assisting each thrust. Everything in her face and voice told Sarah that twenty-four year old was telling the truth. She had no idea what to think of the confession just made, but what she did know was an orgasm was coming and it was a big one.

  “I’m going to give you a choice, slutty Sarah. I’m only going to fuck only one of you. So, who is it going to be? Should I be a good girlfriend and make your brother happy? Or should I be a bad girlfriend and make your tight little wet cunt happy?”

  “I’m going to ccuuummm soooon,” Sarah closed her eyes, trying to push the words out of her brain. Crystal pulled her hair hard and forced them to gaze at one another.

  “Tell me, you little lesbian bitch! Who do you want me to fuck? Brian or you?”

  “Please don’t maaake me say it…”

  “Too bad, you dirty little slut. Your poor brother has been waiting for me for months. Should I be loyal to him? Should I fuck him? Or should I fuck you? What is your body saying? What do you want? You want to be my girlfriend, Sarah? My lesbian slut? TELL ME!”

  Sarah was shaking when she screamed, “Yes! Make it me! Me! ME! MEEE! FUCK ONLY ME! FUCK ME, CRYSTAL! PLEEEEEASE!”

  *******

  Crystal gave Sarah a long kiss at the door before kicking her out into the night. She watched as the redheaded girl stumbled down the apartment hallway and smiled. She had fucked Sarah so well that the younger woman admitted that she couldn’t figure out if she liked men anymore.

  “You can still like men,” Crystal smiled, “Just make sure they are black, that’s all.”

  “Haha, very funny,” Sarah responded, her arms still wrapped around her new lover’s waist.

  “I’m serious,” Crystal growled, pulling on Sarah’s hair and kissing her neck. “You can fuck any girl you want, but I don’t want you touching anyone other than a black man. Promise me.”

  “I promise,” Sarah moaned.

  “And you’re going to make those phone calls tomorrow?”

  “Yes. Anything for you.”

  Once Sarah was gone, Crystal went back to the bedroom and reached behind a kitschy music box that Brian had bought her months ago and pulled out the video camera. She had placed it there before Sarah made it into the bedroom and now was busy checking the recording. Sure enough the video was perfect and the sound was good too. You could hear every last word as she and Sarah screamed in perverse pleasure. The collection of videos was getting bigger, but it was far from complete. She downloaded the video to the computer, making sure to clear the memory for the last event. With Spring Break here, it was almost time for another Mandingo party. The painting was virtually complete, and this gathering would be the final wicked stroke in her masterpiece.

  Spring Break – Springs Breaking

  Ben was initially fine with his wife going on Saturday night when he found out it was going to be with Alice. But his suspicions were raised when Carol came down the steps in a tight skirt and super high heels.

  “Where are you going dressed up like that?” he asked jealously.

  “We’re going out for dinner, I told you. Some upscale place Alice found.”

  “I can take you someplace expensive if you want.”

  “That would be nice, honey, especially since you spent all day golfing while I spent all day cleaning. But tonight is girl’s night out.”

  “Are there going to be men at this restaurant?”

  She gave her husband an eye roll and looked away, grabbing her purse. “Well, unless it’s a restaurant for lesbians only, I’m going to say ‘YES’ there are going to be men there. And why the jealousy all of a sudden?”

  “I’m not being jealous,” Ben mumbled. “I’m just not used to seeing you dressed like that.” In truth he was getting really jealous. His last night with his wife had been over two weeks ago and he was starting to wonder if she was seeing somebody else. She never answered the phone in the mornings these days. Carol blamed it on the loud noise at the gym but something was off with his wife and he couldn’t put his finger on it. The ‘warm-up’ sessions had done the trick for a couple months, but Carol’s porn watching before bedtime took longer and longer and she seemed more frustrated with his inability to keep up. With medication not being an option, the nights had changed from Carol masturbating prior to them having sex to Carol using Ben as her warm-up and ‘finishing’ in the office watching porn. Sometimes she would be out there for almost an hour.

  The last time they used the computer in that capacity, Ben had fallen asleep after his wife jerked him off. Around 1am he woke up to go to the bathroom and noticed Carol hadn’t come back to bed. He stepped out of the master bathroom and opened their bedroom door that led out to the hallway. He saw the glowing light from the computer screen illuminating his wife as she rubbed her pussy in the chair. Her white robe had fallen open and her breasts were exposed, the outline of her hardened nipples easily seen from across the room. She quickly noticed him and clicked the shut down button before he could see what she was watching.

  “I thought you were coming to bed?” he asked her.

  “And I thought you agreed not to spy on me while I am on the computer?” she retorted. Carol pulled her robe shut and stood up from the chair.


  “I’m not spying on you! It’s one o’clock in the morning, Carol. What the hell are you looking at?”

  “Porn, Ben. I’m looking at porn. It shouldn’t come as a big surprise to you since this was your idea.”

  “Well, maybe you should stop for a little while.”

  “Why?” she shrugged her shoulders, “It’s only pictures, right?” She pushed past him and walked into their bedroom. Ben looked at the computer screen as it went slowly through its shut down mode and eventually went dark.

  From that conversation forward, their sex life started to spiral downward again. Ben tried everything he could to check out the computer, but his limited knowledge left him with unsuccessfully guessing his wife’s password and walking away frustrated. Carol still managed to satisfy him occasionally, but she seemed utterly disappointed with each encounter. The passion was gone and it was obvious she was having sex with him out of obligation. At one point he even caught her checking her nails while he was atop her.

  Ben was looking forward to the next business trip and –more importantly- the next woman he could convince to come back to the hotel with him. With cheating back on his mind, Ben couldn’t help but wonder if his wife was up to the same thing. And when she came down the steps in a sexy tight skirt and low cut blouse, he felt compelled to ask where she was going.

  “Okay fine, you’re not being jealous,” Carol waved her hand dismissively. “I’ve got to go. Alice is waiting on me.” She leaned over and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek before walking toward the front door.

  “Hey, honey,” he called to her. “Maybe we can do something together tonight when you get back?”

  “Oh, I don’t know when we’ll be back, Ben. But Jenny is out with her friends and you have the whole house to yourself. Why don’t you just warm-up by yourself? I don’t care.” And then she was gone.

  *******

  “It was so funny!” Jenny laughed, spilling her beer all over the carpet while holding her stomach. She ached from the laughter as she and her three best friends from High School hung out in Sarah’s living room. It was Saturday night and she had just driven in the previous day with her roommate Jillian Waters from college. Jillian lived two hours north of Roxburn Heights and it was easier for the two of them to share the long ride. That meant leaving her car back at the sorority house but she was leaving for Mexico on Monday anyway. She wasn’t going to need anything but beer and a bikini for four days. Sarah was looking in the sofa cushions and all over the house, scouring for something as they all chatted it up.

  A lot of her sorority sisters were going to be at the same resort and Jenny was tempted blow off her old friends, but now that she was home it was just like old times. Here she was, the only one who had gone out of state for school and now everyone was asking her to share her stories. Angela was even planning on attending the same school in the fall. Sarah said she wasn’t sure and Tiffany was… Well she didn’t expect Tiffany to make a decision. Her parents were probably picking her school for her. That might have explained the somewhat different mood she was in. Tiff certainly wasn’t the bubbly blonde that she normally was.

  Sarah came from the back of the house swinging her keys on her finger. “Got ‘em!” she yelled. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

  “Finally,” Angela noted with exasperation.

  The four of them ditched the beer bottles deep in the trash can and scrambled through the front door. Piling into the car, the four girls bounced around as the music blared so loud they could barely hear each other. Sarah blew through the country club stop signs, barely slowing down, and then floored it as they hit the highway.

  About half way into the drive Angela jumped forward from the backseat, “Hey Jenny, did Sarah tell you about her new boyfriend?”

  “No way!” Jenny turned to Sarah and slapped her on the shoulder, laughing as she did. “Bitch! Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “Ow!” the redhead yelled, “I didn’t tell you because he’s NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

  “No, sorry, it’s not her boyfriend. It’s her fuck-buddy,” Angela corrected.

  They all burst into laughter, all but Tiffany anyway. The blond girl smiled some but then turned and looked out the window, her expression was as if she wanted to crawl out of the car. As Jenny was turned around in the front seat she noticed and reached over and tapped her old friend on the shoulder, “Hey! Tiff, are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “Did you meet this new friend of Sarah’s?”

  “Yeah, he’s okay, I guess.”

  “Is he hot?”

  Tiffany looked uncomfortably back at Jenny, “Why don’t you ask Sarah what he looks like?”

  “I don’t have to tell you,” Sarah grinned, “You get to meet him tonight.”

  Angela and Jenny howled in approval as Tiffany sank deeper into the back seat. Sarah had promised that they weren’t going to be seeing Derrick and the other guys tonight; it was the only reason she agreed to go out with her again. Now that she found out there was no getting out of going to the party. I suppose I could call a cab, she considered. My mom and dad said I can always call a cab and they will never ask why. Tiffany waited in the backseat, wondering where they were going and wondering how she was going to get out of this party without making Jenny mad for ditching them.

  *******

  Carol was actually wishing she could ride in the backseat, but Alice and Maurice were sitting back there already, their kissing audible even over the dance music that Crystal played loudly over the car stereo. The whole car smelled of cinnamon and was strong enough to mask the women’s combining perfumes and the gentleman’s cologne. They had gone to dinner at a smoky little hole in the wall in a neighborhood that Carol had never even driven through. There Alice introduced her to Maurice finally and she finally got to see this fine specimen of manliness in person. He really was a good catch; well spoken, well dressed, and well built. He and Alice sat dangerously close to each other as Crystal and Carol watched on. The food was merely a distraction for the housewife who found herself aching for Derrick’s young black body. By the time they were done, the four of them had eclipsed the food bill with their bar tab. Maurice dropped a couple hundred dollar bills on the table with the check and they all left for what Crystal called her ‘special surprise’.

  They drove to a large house up in the foothills above the city. Glancing out the window Carol could see all the street lights sprawling across the horizon and realized that she was in a very rich neighborhood, more so than Roxburn Heights. These were the really rich, the ones who didn’t have to pack themselves into suburban neighborhoods and attend property meetings. These were people with old money.

  The Audi sped down past an open gate and down a narrow driveway, only to come to a long line of parked cars that they had to nose in behind. A young black gentleman in a sports coat took notice of them as he spoke on his cell phone outside and gave Maurice a head nod. Carol noticed that the cars present were a wide mix – everything from beat up compacts to luxury SUVs were there. Crystal was enjoying keeping things a secret and now the housewife’s curiosity was piqued. What’s going on here? she wondered.

  The four of them walked up the steps of the mansion and a large black man in a suit opened the door for them. “Good evening ladies,” he said politely.

  “Hey Tony,” Crystal gave him a one-armed hug and then went up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear.

  “Yeah, inside already, just like you asked,” he answered back. The large man tried to whisper but his rough voice traveled anyway.

  Carol interrupted, “So can you tell us now where we are?”

  Crystal smiled broadly as she gestured to the open door, “We’re in paradise.”

  Carol looked in and automatically noticed a unifying characteristic of the men there. She stepped inside, with Alice and Crystal right behind her.

  *******

  It didn’t take much convincing at all for Carol to feel at home at the Mandingo party
. A half hour into her visit she had seen enough to know who she wanted and who wanted her. Alice and Maurice had wandered off and Crystal had shown the brunette housewife some of the highlights of the party. One introduction to a Jamaican fellow named Reggie was enough to have them vanish into one of the bedrooms and away from the crowd.

  Inside the room, Reggie quickly went to work undressing the fit brunette and driving his tongue and fingers into her waiting pussy. The skirt Ben seemed so worried about Carol wearing was discarded on the floor, revealing her tight toned thighs that contrasted beautifully with Reggie’s dark skinned arms. He was older than her other lover Derrick and not as in good of shape, but his extreme blackness reminded her of some of the movies she had watched and it made her thrill at the newest affair.