Nigga Heaven Ch. 07

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.



Barbara arrived home late and sensed that Tim knew where she'd been all day as he was always pouty and sulky when he felt something he didn't like, and didn't want to confront. So she ignored him and took a pleasant hot soak until he came in the bathroom and sat on the commode.

"You saw him, didn't you?" He asked.

"Uh, huh," she said.

"You had sex, too," he said.

"Yes, we did," she replied.

"I don't get the attraction," said Tim.

"Sam triggers something in me; are you sure you want to know? I really don't feel comfortable with the idea of hurting you with my feelings," she said.

"Go on," he said.

"When Sam is in my mouth or ass, or making my baby, there's no doubts or confusion in my mind about who I am. I feel like the world is right for a little while, and I like going back to that place, and will keep going there if I can," she said.

"I feel like I lost you," he said.

"You lost part of me, but it's not a part you care much about, Tim, sex isn't your thing; but my heart is still your's," she studied his face for a reaction. "I'm willing to keep on like we've been, you do your things, and I see Sam or others to take care of my needs."

"You love me like a brother," he realized.

"I suppose I do," she replied.

Sam's doorbell rang in the middle of the night, and Barbara was outside the door, suitcase in hand when he opened the door and looked at her, "I can't stand to be around men who cry," is all she said as she came inside and toted her suitcase to the bedroom. He went off to the bathroom to pee, and she was buried beneath the sheets and blanket when he returned.

He fell back asleep and stayed asleep until he awoke just before dawn feeling something warm and wet around the head of his dick. He moved his hand to explore what it was and felt a mane of soft hair, warm breath, and soft hands where his dick was. He said, "I feel like I wanna cry."

A muffled voice replied, "You better not!"

In her slumber her hand had found Sam's hard muscle, and it was enough to pull her trigger again, and the trigger released a jolt of electricity that shot from her hand to the pit of her stomach. Her palm tingled, her heart beat a little faster, she felt the pulse quicken between her legs, and her brain seemed a bit foggy and lazy. She sensed she needed something long and firm to wrap her fingers around, to stay grounded. Then she wanted it in her mouth, too. "Tim will never understand this," she thought.

She suckled and sucked Sam until she knew he was about to cum, and when he made a move to change position to mount her she said, "No, stay in my mouth, I want to taste you." In less than a minute she felt him erupt and fill her mouth with hot semen, expelled from his scrotum in three or four quick spasms. It overflowed out the corners of her mouth and drooled down her face and chin onto his leg. She swallowed what was in her mouth, cleaned around her mouth with her finger and sucked it off, and cleaned his leg with her tongue.

"Sam?" She said.

"What?" He replied.

"I like being your whore," she said. Then laid her head on his abdomen and fell asleep thinking about how much she liked the taste of him.

Sam was gone when she awoke in the morning. She made coffee, and showered as it perked. Then she changed the sheets and made the bed. She was outside on a chaise lounge when he came home at noon. He wore loose fitting trunks, and when he walked over to her she reached up the leg of the trunks and took his cock in one hand, then caressed his testicles with her other hand. Sam responded quickly.

And when he was erect and turgid, she pulled him out of his trunks, holding his cock like it was a snake she was taking from a capture bag, and sucked him till he came in her mouth again. Every woman gives head her own way. Barbara's way way to knead Sam's balls gently, and push his foreskin up his cock like she was opening an umbrella, as her mouth moved down. His semen dripped off her mouth onto her tits, and flowed down her stomach to her snatch. "You make lotsa cum, brown sugar," she smiled and squeezed him till his balls were empty.

The next day she left for home early, to get more of her clothes and things. It didn't take long to fill her car, and she arrived back at Sam's place sooner than she expected. There was a strange car parked in the drive. Seeing no one in the living room, Barbara went to the bedroom and saw Sam's abdomen pressed tight against a woman's ass.

They didn't see her watching. The woman looked familiar, like the wife of the vicar of Saint Pia Zadora Parish. Barbara guessed the woman was thirty or so. Short, heavy, helmet-head haircut, and glasses. She was on her knees, bent over, arms resting atop the mattress, head hanging between her arms, ass grinding against Sam, panting and moaning, occasionally whispering words meant to keep Sam aroused and busy.

Barbara waited till she saw signs of orgasm coming, and walked in. Sam acted as if she was room service with drinks, the woman spazzed but Barbara kept her from escaping. "Whoa! Don't leave yet! A nice shot of adrenaline is gonna make your cum awesome," Barbara said, embracing the woman and calming her as she would a spooked horse. "Sam, mount this mare again, baby, and ride her to the finish line."

The woman, her name was Casey, shuddered when Sam came in her. Barbara rubbed Casey's swollen pussy with Sam's love lotion; the woman expelled a gob of hot cream with every spasm it made. It reminded Barbara of a lotion dispenser.

"Turn over and lie back while I clean you up," Barbara told Casey. "Spread a little wider for me, that's right. Sam, give the woman something to hold on to." Sam crawled over to Casey's face, she opened her mouth, and Sam pushed his cock in. Casey wrapped her fingers around his shaft and suckled the meat as Barbara rubbed and massaged her and talked to her.

"Is Sam your first black cock?" Barbara whispered.

"Uh, huh," Casey huffed.

"Think you'd like some more?" Barbara asked.

"Yes," Casey cooed.

"Maybe your husband can watch next time, would you like that?" Barbara massaged Casey's tits and squeezed the nipples.

"I would, and he says he would," Casey said.

Later, when they were alone in the bed, Barbara said, "I'm going to create a service for white women and call it BLACK STALLIONS & WHITE MARES. Recruit black guys, screen them, and offer their services to women and couples in the area," she said. Then she put her hand on Sam's package and said, "Till then I'll work on this."