White Pussy Times Two
January 23, 2008 – 10:00 am in InterracialPutting the car in park, I pressed close on the garage
door controller and listened to the door grind. Leaning
back it felt good to let my head recline on the head
rest – even if it was for only a moment or two. The
digital clock on the dash read 10:30 PM. The last
meeting of the day had been long – too long – and
adding to an already tough and tiring day was the
forty-five minute drive home. Turning into the drive,
Maple Valley 8 never looked so good. My ass was
dragging so I hoped the evening would be without
incident.
Summoning what little bit of energy that remained, I
entered the house, slipped off my shoes and tossed my
car keys on the small hall table. The cool marble felt
good to my aching feet, even through my socks.
Proceeding down the hallway I could hear the laughter
of Heather and her sister, Alana, above the soft music –
blues, that was nice.
Amidst the day’s activities, I had forgotten that she
was visiting from England for the month. Taking a
breath, I stepped into the living room.
“Hello, Clark. Long day?” Alana asked in that foreign
British accent. I surmised that if you live there
eventually you talk like it. She did.
It appeared that the sister reconnect thing was going
quite well as the two empty wine bottles did attest. A
third also looked to be nearly gone.
To say they looked relaxed would be an understatement.
Alana was sitting with one leg tucked under her while
the other was crossed over the tucked leg. Her robe was
open from the upper thigh down. She noticed my looking
but made no attempt to cover her creamy white leg. The
leg was beautiful, but then again so was she. I
rationalized that if she didn’t have the modesty to
cover herself she shouldn’t be upset if I looked. She
wasn’t.
Alcohol does uncharacteristically odd yet superb things
to women – men too, I guess. I had no idea how it would
affect Alana, but as for Heather, when she has too much
wine she either wants to fuck or sleep – and in that
order.
Alana took another sip of wine. Stretching to return
the glass to the Queen Anne table, her robe pulled
aside just high enough to allow me a tasty peek between
her legs – no panties – dark hair – how wonderful. But
of course her unintended exposure didn’t necessarily
mean I was going to get lucky. It was a comforting
thought though.
“Hi, sweetheart. What a long meeting… hope you
grabbed something to eat in town,” Heather interjected.
Giggling then, “Frips and I ate at Restivos, but we
didn’t get finished with our party so we brought it
home.”
“So I see, ” I wryly muttered.
“Too bad you couldn’t join us,” she suggestively
offered.
“Apparently,” I said turning again for another look at
our visitor’s long 5′9″ frame.
Heather’s speech was thick. Too much wine – way too much.
The use of Alana’s nickname, Frips, indicated things
were really mellow. It was a pet name that Alana had
carried since high school days and referred to her
oversized nipples. I never did get the full story, but
maybe it would leak out during this visit.
Knowing I best produce the perfunctory ‘I’m home’ peck
on the lips, I stepped closer to Heather and leaned down
for the kiss. But as our lips met she slipped her hand
around the back of my neck, mashed our lips together
and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Over the years
Heather has kissed me hundreds of times so I knew what
this kiss indicated. She wanted sex and made no attempt
to mask it.
Alana was only six feet away and was watching and
smiling intently like the Cheshire cat.
I started to pull away but felt her other hand sliding
up my leg. Continuing to hold the kiss, her hand found
and began to squeeze and pull at my cock. Curious to
know if Alana was still watching, I looked to see. She
was. But her stare was not on our kiss but on the bulk
encased in material in Heather’s hand.
I was becoming aroused and not because of Heather’s
fondling, though it certainly helped. It was Alana;
her robe was open. The thought of her long shapely legs
wrapped around me and my mouth sucking those large
crimson nipples had my head spinning. It was all
happening so fast.
I looked again at Alana thinking how shocked she must
be, but instead there was a sly grin on her face. Her
eyes seemed to dart and flash. Then, as if to tease,
she slowly pushed out her tongue and licked her upper
lip with just the pink tip of her tongue. But two can
play at that game so instead of appearing embarrassed,
I slightly twisted my hips toward her so she could
watch Heather stroke my long, black and now almost
completely hard cock.
Alana had always been fascinated with the interracial
relationship of Heather and I. If I were a lighter
colored black man she might not have been as intrigued,
but because my parents are first generation East
Kenyans, I’m much, much darker than American blacks.
This may have something to do with her curiosity. It’s
for sure if I get the chance I’ll give her a new
understanding of what it means to be Africanized.
The wine was working its magic and Heather was becoming
more vigorous with her kneading. If undisturbed she
would rub and stroke my cock until nearly distraught
with need. I knew it wouldn’t be long until she would
want to release me so she could feel me in her hand;
and it wasn’t. Abruptly she unzipped my pants and
inserted her hand. It felt wonderful, but I was still a
bit uncertain where all this was leading.
Sure, I wanted to fuck Alana, but I didn’t necessarily
want Heather to know. I had no way of knowing how she
would react. So nothing of the sort is going to happen
unless Heather gives it her blessing.
But something needed to be done – and rather quickly.
Should I say something? Hell, do I even want to say
anything? Ordinarily I wouldn’t care, but ordinarily
Heather’s sister wouldn’t be leering from only six feet
away. Whatever I decided I needed to do it quickly
because Heather was in the process of extricating my cock
from my pants.
Begrudgingly I decided I should be the gentleman and
take the more conservative and proper approach. This
was all so inappropriate. Alana had arrived less than
twenty-four hours ago. It would have at least been nice
to offer her a more traditional welcome before Heather
made a fool of herself.
Breaking off the kiss, Heather’s tongue snaked across
mine and back into her mouth. Seizing the moment I
whispered, “Heather, we can’t do this now… we have a
guest… have you forgotten?”
“Don’t worry about me Clark, I’m really enjoying this,”
Alana snapped.
Obviously my whisper was not soft enough. Alana was
telling the truth though. Her eyes were soaking up
every movement of Heather’s hand as it busily massaged my
cock.
But Heather would not be deterred and quickly replied,
“No, I’ve not forgotten, and yes, we can. Alana has
asked me dozens of questions about this big boy, and I
want her to get a good look at him. Sit down beside
me.”
No sooner was I seated than like a master magician she
proudly produced my very black and now very hard cock.
Waving it around like a maestro’s wand she lustily
proclaimed, “There he is… and just like I like him,
dripping with happy juice.”
I looked and she was right. The head of my cock looked
like an oversized, overripe plumb – seeping nectar.
Gently then she resumed her rubbing and squeezing. And
company or not, I slumped back and relaxed on the
couch. It felt so damn good!
Stretching my legs in front of me, I parted them so as
not to get my feet tangled with Alana’s. Heather
continued slowly rubbing her hand up and down the thick
shaft, which now was responding with small jerks and
twitches. The pearl sap secreting from the black
bulbous head was being spread down the shaft. Both she
and Alana were admiring her handy work.
“Oh, Clark, it’s so big and so beautiful.” Heather lustily
gushed. “Frips, isn’t this the biggest and blackest damn
thing you’ve ever seen?” The pride in her voice was as
if she were seeing it for the first time. It wasn’t, of
course, but it was the first time she was presenting it
to her sister.
Alana didn’t answer. She just continued to stare –
actually glare. If nipples can strain to escape the
confines of a garment, hers were. And Heather was right
about one thing – it was big and it was black – but it
was also uncomfortable and throbbing.
Lost now in the wilderness of her own lust, Heather
continued her constant caressing. Closing my eyes, I
joined her in the wilderness. After the kind of day I’d
experienced, this was beginning to make up for it.
Heather’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Frips, come over here, I want you to see this… it’s
just magnificent!”
Suddenly the gravity of the situation begin to slowly
sink in – both the girls were drunk – well, Heather was
at least. I wasn’t sure how far along Alana was, but
Heather was flighty, like a mare waiting to be bred.
Maybe Alana wasn’t as intoxicated, but I knew she was
far enough along that she wouldn’t deny herself this
invitation. And sure enough her response was gleefully
immediate.
As she got up from her chair and readied herself for a
closer look, Heather unbuckled my belt. With that
obstacle removed, she pulled both my pants and boxers
to my ankles. Now in the spirit of the moment, I opened
my legs more for Alana.
What a sight this must be for her – her black brother-
in-law reclining on the couch with his legs apart,
pants puddled around his ankles, and a very stalwart
erection being carefully pampered by the small white
hands of her sister. What a contrast! Could it get any
better? Man was I glad the pendulum of the day’s events
had swung the other way.
Whether she needed any praise or not, I felt compelled
to offer some. “Ummmm, oh, baby… that feels so good.”
There was no trepidation in the actions of Heather now,
if there ever had been. She couldn’t keep her hands and
mouth off me. Back and forth her hands rubbed and
caressed my balls and cock. And interspersed among
those was her anointing of kisses and sucking.
“Clark, honey, kick your pants off… I want Frips to
enjoy this too.”
Her request was slurred, and she could barely get it
out for being so keyed up. But again not wanting this
to be something that bit me in the ass on the following
day, I decided to make one last inquiry.
“Heather, are you sure about this?”
Her retort was quick but with a thick-tongued slur,
“Yeth, thith is my cock… and I want Frips to see it!
You got a problem with it?” There was a bit of
irritation in her voice and I knew not to press the
issue any further.
“Well I guess not, it’s just that I’m really tired
and…” I let the words trail off. She had me in her
mouth again and wasn’t paying any attention anyway. My
intent was to remind her how much I was sacrificing for
the evenings entertainment.
There was the smack of her lips as she pulled off my
cock and grunted, “You don’t look tired and you damn
sure don’t feel tired.” They both laughed.
My words now seemed meaningless, even silly. How can
you plead tired when your cock looks like a torpedo and
is pointing at your chin? It wouldn’t have made any
difference what I said; Heather wanted me undressed, and
I was now sure that Alana did too.
“Here, sis, let me help you,” Alana said.
Kneeling down, Alana slipped my pants off and tossed
them aside. She continued. “Let’s go ahead and get you
out of this shirt and tie too.”
Still on her knees, Alana moved up between my legs,
loosened and removed my tie then unbuttoned my shirt.
As she held the sleeve, I removed one arm then Heather
pulled the shirt from behind me and held it while I
withdrew the other arm. It was like being handled by a
tag-team. And Bingo, I was again stretched out and
reclining against the couch. Alana was now kneeling
between the legs of a naked 220-pound black man.
“Frips, take your robe off, we don’t want that to get in
the way,” Heather ordered.
She didn’t have to be told a second time. In a matter
of seconds Alana was naked and again kneeling between
my legs. My cock, now harder than ever, had that needy
steady rhythmic throb.
In her heat Heather continued to push things forward.
“Frips, put you hands around this thing…doesn’t that
feel wonderful?” Then she softly giggled but everything
indicated that we were past the point of no return.
Neither woman at this point could deny the inevitable –
neither wanted to. It was all about them and the cock
now. They couldn’t take their eyes off it. Couldn’t
take their hands off it. It was as if I weren’t there.
Four hands were now stroking my thighs, caressing my
large eggs, and gripping and squeezing my shaft. Love
grease that earlier had been only a trickle was now a
steady ooze. As it seeped from the tip, what wasn’t
sucked off was smeared down the shaft in a slick oily
sheen highlighting the large blood vessels.
In deference to Alana, my large fleshly cylinder
resembled an oversized black nightstick of an English
policeman. They toyed with it slapping each other on
the face. And no sooner would one pull off from sucking
until the other would slide her mouth over the shaft
and go down. Neither said it but I knew they each
intended to take a turn – just as soon, of course, as
they finished playing.
It seemed like fifteen minutes passed that the only
sounds heard were groans, smacks, and sucking. During
that time the pace of their playing quickened and
became more demanding. The sucking was more eager and
with more energy. A craving for black cock and the rich
fruit it promised to yield had taken control. I noticed
that both pussies were swollen and wet. It was now a
simple matter of who intended to take the initiative.
If protocol is followed, as my wife, Heather will make
the call. Though a lot of common sense courtesies had
been cast aside, as I watched the women stroke and suck
I could tell that the rule of who owns the penis was
still in play. Heather still assumed ownership, but
things were about to change. There was a peculiar
questioning look on the face of Alana. Heather saw it
too, and with a nod lay back on the couch.
It was settled. Alana had received The Blessing.
Permission had been granted. Temporary transference of
proprietorship was accomplished.
With Heather now no longer responsible for initiating the
action, she leaned back to rest. Alana eagerly moved
up further between my legs and firmly grabbed the oily
black cylinder. It was now open season on the cock.
“Oh, yeah, baby…ummmm, come to Alana,” she purred.
Wrapping both hands firmly around the ebony mast, I
watched as she opened her mouth wide and pushed her
head down gulping four inches of my slick piston. And
bless her heart, she was so hungry for black cock.
Heather leaned over and pulled us together for a deep wet
and warm kiss. Her tongue felt good in my mouth, but I
could tell she was tiring.
Breaking the kiss, she moved her face along side mine
and whispered, “Clark, Dave has been having some male
health issues…it’s been a long dry spell for Frips…
honey, she really needs this so as long as she’s with
us, let her have all she wants as often as she wants
it.” She had affirmed The Blessing, and now it included
me!
I nodded my most concerned affirmation, but inside I’m
doing back flips. I couldn’t have scripted this if I
had tried. Let her have all she wants? As often as she
wants it? I’ll do better than that, I’ll fuck her ’til
she glows. She’s never had a cock as deep as I’m going
to put one. I’ll stretch her until she begs for relief.
Her little white garden is going to be ripped up and
sown with black seed. I’ll baptize her in black sperm.
Heather kissed me with another soft and wet kiss. Her
embrace was loving. Alana’s hungry licking and sucking
were impervious. Nothing could detract or disturb her –
not even the whispering and kisses of her sister. But
the visual and physical stimulation was becoming a bit
too much so I wasn’t too surprised when I sensed the
beginning of a boil.
Slipping my left hands around Alana’s head, I gently
brushed her hair away from her face so I could watch
her head bob up and down. The sweat was noticeable on
the back of her neck. If I were awarding grades for
enthusiasm I would have been compelled to award her an
A+. This girl wanted a load, and she was about to get
it in a quantity she couldn’t possibly imagine.
Tensing up, I shuddered and buried my face in Heather’s
neck. No longer did I attempt to suppress my grunts.
“Umph… umph… umph.” There was little I could do to
stop it. The boil was now churning and the muscles in
my thighs and back were becoming more tense. Even Heather
was now aware of the soon coming blast.
She whispered, “I know your close honey, go ahead and
dump that big load… she needs it.” I nodded, as if I
could do something to prevent it. I then groaned low
and soft, and tired or not, this was going to be a
sizable reward for Alana’s devotion.
Wanting to intensify the cum, Heather hungrily kissed me
again. Then breaking the kiss she encouraged Alana.
“Suck him, Frips – he’s close… I can tell.”
Heather pulled me to her tightly knowing that a thick
syrup was making its way upward through the black hose.
Nothing could slow it now. I groaned and clinched my
teeth.
“Augh! Augh.” I tensed – jerked – shuddered – and bit
down on Heather’s neck. The twist of my back was
uncomfortable, but it felt so good to wrap my arms
tightly around one woman and have another
enthusiastically sucking my cock. No longer attempting
to hold back, I convulsed and bucked my hips as I
exploded in Alana’s mouth.
“You got him, Frips?” Heather asked in a low raspy tone.
“Ummmhmmmmm,” was all she would utter.
In the throes of ecstasy I released one arm from Heather
so I could grab Alana by the hair of her head. Jerking
her into my crotch I continued to spew a torrent of hot
sperm into her waiting mouth. Rich thick ejaculates
followed one after the other. Alana sucked and
swallowed. I convulsed and ejaculated. And she
continued to suck and swallow. I lunged again and again
into her mouth. For several moments it was a contest to
see if she could manage the large discharge.
Heather continued to cradle me tightly. The way she cooed
and comforted me one would have thought she was in
control of the amount of juice being released to
Alana. But because of my own grunts and groans I
couldn’t tell how Alana was managing the soup –
neither did I care. All I wanted to do was continue to
fuck her mouth.
But things began to slow so I relaxed and closed my
eyes. Loosening my grip, I continued to gently rock in
and out of her mouth – in and out – slow – in and out.
Neither of us wanted to stop the motion. Heather was
good, but Alana was a cock-sucking machine – even
better than her sister, though I would never confess
it.
Eventually my grip of her hair turned to gentle
caresses of praise and appreciation.
“Alana, I’m sorry about Dave’s health issues,” I said.
“I hope this helps.”
Still holding me firmly with her hands, she pulled off
with a resounding ’smack.’
“My, what a big tasty cock! This will do for a start.”
I looked at Heather for some negative reaction, but there
was none. She had slipped off into a deep sleep – so
beautiful but out for the evening.
Taking me by the hand Alana said, “Let’s go up stairs
to the bedroom so you can give me a proper welcome.”
I thought I had just given her a proper welcome.
Apparently it was going to take a lot more to satisfy
her. Looking back over my shoulder at Heather, I begin to
wonder how much fucking it was going to take to make
Alana feel welcome. And when Heather awakens I’ll have
another horny white pussy on my hands. I hoped I hadn’t
overestimated my ability.
I was in somewhat of a daze when I heard Alana, “Now
hop up in the bed, and let’s see what you can do with
this pussy now that it’s warmed up.”
