Between Sisters

by The Queen

  Since they moved to Denver, Lewis still calls me when he can manage to steal a moment. He told me that he can’t even fuck Sandy without thinking of me. Now I know that’s some cruel shit, but it’s flattering to my ego. So, I continue to pretend he is fucking me righteously. I get multiple orgasms each time I do. And after Arnold left, imaginary Lewis handled business.

  I was awakened by the phone at 7:37 that following morning. My clock was set for 7:45. Not cool. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number in the Denver area. I quickly came to life. As my pussy instincts would serve me, Lewis was on the other end.

  “Hey girl, did I wake you?” he asked.

  “Yeah, but I had to get up in a few. What is this number you’re calling me from?” I asked.

  “I picked up a throwaway cell. Sandy checks my cell phone bill, so I don’t want to call you from that phone,” he responded.

  “You know I don’t have time for any phone activity this morning, right?” I said. “You should have called at your normal time.”

  He chuckled before replying, “Well, actually, I’m calling to find out how interested you are in really having this big, black dick up in that tight pussy.”

  I almost choked. Is this man serious or is this part of the phone sex game we play?

  “And how is that supposed to happen?” I asked. “How are you supposed to get free from the clutches of Sandy?”

  “You don’t worry your pretty head about that. I just need to know if you want me like I want your pussy in my mouth and on my hard dick,” he responded.

  At this point, my pussy was soaking wet.

  I hesitantly answered, “Well, I guess so.” Suddenly, boldness took over. “Does my ass get attention, also?”

  “I don’t know. How about you open your door and find out?” he said.

  Now totally confused, I asked, “Huh? Open the door? My door?”

  Just then, my doorbell rang while my alarm went off. I stumbled off the bed to stop the clock and then turned my attention back to the phone, but the line was dead. The doorbell rang again more persistently. I collected myself and ran to the door to look out the peephole.

  Oh my goodness! Lewis is outside my door! Think! Think! I’m about to sleep with my sister’s husband all the way if I open this door. I have on a gown with no panties. There’s no resistance, no barriers.

  The thought of the many times I wanted him inside of me overshadowed any sense of right and wrong.

  The doorbell rang again, and the door was opened.

  “Oh my goodness! Lewis! What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “Can I come in, or do I have to stay here in the hallway?” he asked in return.

  I stepped back to allow him to enter and hurried to close the door before Sandy’s imaginary spies caught her husband coming into my apartment.

  Lewis didn’t say another word. He just picked me up, carried me to my sofa, and raised my gown that provided his mouth instant access to my pussy. Between his fingers and tongue working my pussy, I couldn’t get out more than a moan. While his fingers were deeply embedded inside my pussy, he turned me over and began licking and nibbling on my ass. He then transferred his finger from inside my pussy to inside my ass. While he was doing that, he got his pants down to his ankles and plunged his bare licorice black dick into my hot, wet pussy. He had me practically upside down while he went in and out, and in and out, grinding his pelvis as far as my own pelvis would let him get in. I was biting the hell out of my sofa pillows to muffle my screams. Then he suddenly pulled out and finally spoke.

  “Girl, this pussy is every bit as good as I knew it would be. Come on, I want to get you on the kitchen counter,” he said, while peeling my gown off of me and the clothes off of him. “Come here and suck this dick before I get you over there.”

  I asked no questions nor uttered any words, but obediently obliged. He played with my throbbing nipples while I sucked away. Then he changed the plan. He laid my head on the arm of the sofa while spreading my legs. As he placed his big dick back inside my mouth, he inserted his tongue in my pussy along with his finger in my ass. I tried to suck the black off his dick. It took no time for me to cum, as it didn’t take him long to relieve himself deep inside my throat. I typically have a rule against a man cumming in my mouth, but it seemed all rules had gone out the window.

  Just when I thought he was spent, Lewis carried me to my bed and began licking and sucking my lovely double-D’s that turn all heads. Oh, it felt so good. He used a free hand to massage my pussy right before placing his ten inches inside. That time, it felt more like we were making love. He was so tender and passionate. I pretended he was my husband.

  I completely lost track of time. Looking at the clock, I saw it was nine o’clock. Oh my goodness, I’m late for work! Lewis lay spent, still inside and on top of me. I was feeling so damn good that I didn’t want him to move. I could still feel his dick pulsating inside of my pussy.

  Finally, I spoke up. “Lewis, I have to call my job. You have to get up.”

  “We’re not done yet, so don’t tell them you’ll be in before noon,” he answered.

  That sounded intriguing to me. I hurried and called my job, telling them I had a doctor’s appointment I forgot about and would be in as soon as I was done. Since I normally have perfect attendance, they didn’t push the issue.

  “Come here and suck my dick again,” Lewis said after I hung up the phone. “It’s going into that asshole next. I’ve been thinking about getting my dick up in that fat ass ever since the first time I slid my fingers up in there.”

  “Huh?” was all I could manage to get out before his dick was back in my mouth again. This time, it seemed less pleasant. He was talking to me like some street whore. I tried to rationalize it as him role playing to help me get with the program. Then he started pulling my hair and pushing his dick in deeper. At this point, I don’t know what to think.

  He abruptly stopped and laid me on the bed facedown with my legs hanging off the bed. He started licking my asshole and fingering my pussy. Then he pulled the fingers out, positioned himself, and slid his dick inside my pussy. He stroked harder than he did previously, but it felt good. His testicles were slapping my ass on one side while his hand slapped the other side, causing a stinging sensation that shot through me. He was back to the hair pulling again. Then the stroking stopped, and the penetration in my ass came. He wasn’t too gentle about it, but he worked it all the way in. He reached one hand around the front of me to fondle my clit and the other hand fondled my breast. Oh, it hurt so good.

  The multi-positioned sex went on until around 11:30 a.m. He then went and took a shower, calling me in there as well to suck him some more while he returned the favor. He fucked me one last time in the shower before getting out and getting dressed. Me? I was on cloud nine.

  He started towards the door, but then stopped and turned to me. I thought he was about to kiss me because he placed his hands on both sides of my face.

  “You know, Charise, I thought about this pussy for the longest. I have fucked my wife many nights, pretending she was you. I masturbated to the thoughts of when I fingered and licked you at my other place. I imagined your tits in my mouth when I sucked Sandy’s tits.”

  At this point, he had my ego grinning from ear to ear.

  Then he continued. “But, no matter how much pussy you give me, you will never be half the woman your sister is.”

  I quickly pushed away from him. I didn’t see that one coming.

  He went on to say, “See, you’re a trifling bitch––the lowest form of trifling. You have no problem fucking your sister’s man. You would put a piece of dick before your own blood. That’s low! But, I ain’t gonna lie. Your pussy was everything I hoped for and then some, and I’d love the chance to do it again when the opportunity permits.”

  I was astounded, crushed.

  “You have the nerve to say all that hurtful shit to me, and then want to do it again? Are you psycho?!” I yelled.

  He arro
gantly chuckled while walking towards me. “No, baby, I’m just stating the facts. Your trifling ass actually turns me on. It’s not like you can tell anyone about this experience. Sandy will be in town later today and didn’t think it was a problem with my being here while you were at work. She’s flying back the day after tomorrow. My flight is scheduled to leave on Saturday, as well. However, I would like to get some more of your pussy before I go back to Denver,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  I stepped away from him, bumping into my sofa––the same sofa we had just finished making love on moments before.

  “Lewis, you need to get out of my damn apartment, now!” I yelled.

  He walked towards me and put his arms around me like he never said a word. By this time, I had tears in my eyes. He held me tight, as if he were my man trying to comfort me from someone else. When I tried to push him away, that’s when he decided he wanted to kiss me. I continued trying to push him away from me, but he held me with one arm and used his other hand to fondle my clit as he was bending to kiss my lips. With his fingers now inside my pussy, he continued kissing me.

  Damn, I’m pissed off with him, but it feels good as I don’t know what.

  The resistance my mouth was screaming was definitely out of sync with my wet pussy and throbbing tits.

  Ain’t this a bitch? He already thinks I’m stupid for fucking him. Oh well, the damage is already done, I thought to myself.

  So, there we were once again fucking in my living room, on the other chair this time. We eventually found our way to the kitchen counter.

  You know what? Fuck Sandy! I’m going to enjoy this dick every chance I get. I guess he said it right: I’m trifling and less of a woman than Sandy. But, whose pussy does he want more than Sandy’s? Mine! And he’ll have it whenever he wants it. Anytime.

  4

  Kelly

  Thankfully, I’m nothing like my sisters. At twenty-six, I know how to enjoy my life without compromise. I like meeting people and having options. However, when it comes to men, I have my three-month rule. Most guys don’t make it past two weeks. Charise thinks that’s about the time I give in and then get kicked to the curb. WRONG!

  I like fine dining and receiving nice gifts. I make it clear from day one about my three-month rule. Unfortunately, some guys think after a nice dinner and some flowers or stuffed animals, I’m supposed to just lose my damn mind and give up the goods. Not Kelly Marie Wiggins. Those who successfully got some spent plenty before getting it. And if they don’t hang around after that, then I’m like, “Oh well. Next!”

  I wouldn’t consider myself materialistic or a prostitute, but I feel it is a tragedy for women to let men use their bodies and not have anything to show for it. I like sex just as much as the next one; however, I have more respect for my body than the next one. I also think it’s a tragedy to have given up the goods and feel like a man has taken advantage of you. You don’t get to know everything about a man in three months, but you certainly know more than you would have in less than three months. Most will show their true colors within six months.

  Also, for the ones that make it to three months, I run a credit and background check on them. The ones who get the axe as a result of that check get angry about it. They would have all kinds of domestic violence, DUI’s, and child support issues, not to mention raggedy credit, but won’t dare volunteer such information. They get angry that I would wait three months to run this check because they would have spent their monies for three months and never received my goodies. One might think I’m wrong for letting them spend their money for three months, but those are the ones who didn’t know I make it a point to inform guys during our very first date of this practice. I guess they thought they would just woo me to the point that I would lose my mind and drop my drawls. And once you give it up, you can’t get your pussy back. He had you, and at the very least, you better get yours. When it comes to my body and self-respect, there is no compromise. I would hate to shame my now deceased momma, who always made it a point to tell me how proud she was of my uncompromising personality.

  Another fallacy my sisters have is they believe I pick up my dates from nightclubs just because they see me flirting. The truth is, in eight years of dating, I have only dated two guys I met in a nightclub. That was at least three or four years ago. Those two made it bad for all to follow. When I go to the clubs, I like to have fun, but I leave it right there.

  I started my own event planning company after graduating college. So far, so good. Being in the D.C. Metro area, I tend to yield some well-to-do clients. I have to admit, as much as I can’t stand Elaine, she is always throwing business in my direction. Most of these people shop in her shoe store. There has been times when I had so much business I didn’t know what to do. My dear reliable sister, Harmony, would always be the first to my rescue. She’d round up extra staff for me, jump in and work herself, or simply function as a mental outlet when I’d get overwhelmed. I talk a lot of crap about Harmony, but she’s actually my hero.

  I also make it a point of having all my dates meet Harmony. She has an outstanding ability to pick up on idiosyncrasies I may have not caught on to. I wouldn’t let them know she’s a psychologist ahead of time. I often feel sorry for Harmony because between her profession and six siblings, who she is always available for, she doesn’t have a social life beyond our girls’ night out. No male prospects are knocking at her door, although she says she’s okay with it. I do call her at least once a week to let her know how much I love and appreciate her.

  “Hey, Elaine,” I answered, seeing her number on my caller ID. Hopefully, she’s calling with a new client.

  I hated when she called while I was trying to watch my Young and the Restless at night on the Soap Channel.

  “Hey, little sister,” Elaine responded. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

  “I’m just working on a contract,” I lied. “Why, what’s up?”

  I didn’t dare let Elaine know I was doing something meaningless like watching soap operas. Otherwise, she would start threatening not to send me clients because my priorities were all screwed up. My plan was to take a hot shower after my show went off, stimulate myself until I had an explosive orgasm, go to bed, and get up the next morning all refreshed to work on those contracts for real.

  “Girl, we’re going back to Megaplex on Wednesday, right?” she asked, shocking me to no end.

  “Elaine, you want to go back to Megaplex? What happened to you trying to be supportive of Russell? I was hoping to switch things up,” I told her.

  “Oh, fuck Russell! I had a good time at Megaplex, and I promise I’ll even leave Renee home this time,” she pleaded.

  “I know about you and Mandingo.”

  Elaine gasped so hard she almost choked. Then she stuttered, “But, but how? How could you know about Mandingo?”

  I responded, “Remember, I saw you in the club. I saw how you had your tit in his mouth.”

  I heard Elaine give a sigh of relief. “Oh, girl, I forgot all about that.”

  “I bet you did, liar! You sounded kind of nervous there for a minute, like you might be hiding something,” I laughed. “However, I hate to disappoint you, but the exotic dancers were a one-shot deal. They are not at the Megaplex on a weekly basis.”

  “Well, where are they going to be next week?” she probed.

  Now I really knew something was up. “Okay, what’s really going on here?” I asked. “I hope you’re not trying to hook up with Mandingo.”

  “Why would I do something like that, Kelly? I simply found it entertaining,” she lied.

  “Well, I hope that’s all there is to it, because Mandingo sure had his face under Shawnee’s skirt before he was over there sucking on your tits. Oh, but you missed that part, sitting over there on the other side,” I told her.

  “Oh really?” Her tone suddenly switched to pissed off. “And you saw this with your own eyes?”

  I found it amusing how her attitude suddenly changed with that bit of info. So, I
answered, “Saw it with my own eyes.”

  “But, Shawnee has a husband. Why would she let him do that to her knowing she’s married?” Elaine demanded to know.

  “Calm down, Elaine! It’s not like his big ass took the time to ask questions. She was trying to push him away, but he took over,” I replied. “So now I know you got busy with Mandingo.”

  “How would you make that leap?” she tried to say in a firm voice, but the higher pitch was a dead giveaway.

  “Ooh, Elaine! You slept with Mandingo!” I announced.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have to go now,” she lied.

  This was better than The Young and the Restless.

  “Go ahead and hang up, ‘cause I need to call the Wiggins girls and share this tidbit of info,” I threatened playfully.

  She choked and stuttered, “Kelly, I will kill you! You better not say a word.”

  I laughed so hard. Miss Attitude was busted, which would provide me leverage on a later date when she tries to talk down to me.

  “Details,” I insisted.

  “Kelly, don’t make me do that,” she pleaded.

  “Elaine, it’s obvious that you’re dying to tell someone, so spill it. You know I have never violated your confidence,” I lied, knowing I shared her dirt every chance I could get.

  “Okay, okay!” she squealed. “Girl, while he was working me over in the club, he passed his phone number to me. I called him and hooked up that next night. He cooked me a nice lobster dinner that took a few hours before we got to eat.”

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  “Why do you think?” she responded.

  “Hours?” I asked.

  She repeated, “Hours! He didn’t leave anything undone. So, after dinner, we had an encore session. I think the sun was coming up by the time I got home. And his size gave him every right to call himself Mandingo.”