Nigga Heaven Ch. 08

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.



After Dontae was born Evie Smith returned to Bay City College, to complete her training, and maybe find a new partner. She found a partner and married him, and Jerry Smith worshipped her and the baby.

To Evie her man was her world, and in the bathtub she scrubbed herself clean and shaved all the essential places her man liked smooth and soft, then rubbed herself with lotions and oils, and dressed in an old maternity nighty she loved.

Done in the bathroom, Evie switched off the bathroom light, set the alarm clock by the bed, pulled back the sheet and bed spread, and snuggled up against Jerry. He switched the lamp off. "Mmm, you smell so good," he said, nuzzling her neck and teasing her ear with his tongue. His hot breath raised goose-flesh on her titties and thighs.

"It feels so good," she whispered. Jerry cupped her tits and squeezed her nipples. He loved her maternity nighty, and she'd been wanting to sleep in it lately, without the panty. It kept her warm and exposed her ass and pussy. Jerry groped her tits and rubbed her belly. She was a plump woman men loved rubbing and feeling. When Jerry felt her pussy she turned her head and pushed her tongue into his mouth.

"Want some head?" He asked.

"Um, hmm, baby," she cooed, and lay on her back, spreading her legs as he moved closer. Her pussy was freshly shaven, clean, and smelled feminine. Jerry licked her gash, found her clit, touched it gently, and Evie moaned softly. She loved a man between her legs, especially an older, experienced, virile man who knew what her pussy was for, men like Dontae's father. She imagined him sexing her when she fucked Jerry, and her moans were meant for Tyrone.

When Jerry arose and scooted forward, Evie took him in her fingers, and asked, "Where's the condom, baby?"

"I'm out," he said.

"Did you forget to pick them up?" She asked.

"I thought I had some," he replied.

"That's okay, let me suck you off," she said. "Lie back down."

"I'm sorry,"he said.

"That's okay, I like oral almost as much," she lied. But she could make any man shoot his load after a few minutes of quality time in her hands and mouth. Her mouth was made for sucking a cock dry.

After his semen filled her mouth, they kissed and tongued because Evie got hot when Jerry took cum from her, he knew that his snowball filled mouth pleased her.

Her wet tongue pushed the semen back into his mouth, and encouraged him to lick it off her mouth and chin. She also liked pouring semen out of his condom onto her tits, finger-painting her nipples with it, or rubbing it into her skin like lotion, and watching him clean her. Evie suspected Jerry was a 'snowball fairy,' plenty of white boys were. She couldn't imagine Paul eating cum.

Earlier in the day Evie had studied at a quiet, secluded hideaway no one knew about, except for Paul, the man who found it and her by accident a few months earlier. Paul was older, tall, fit, black, and married. Evie liked older men, she liked how they freed her from responsibility and making decisions, she liked how they guided her sexually, she liked that Paul was married to a white woman. They got together there, usually twice a week, talking, and fucking like animals in heat.

Their first time together came after she showed him a photo of her black baby. She had turned her head, putting the photo in her bag, when he put his hand on her thigh, easing it up her leg as she watched, stunned and mute. Her body wanted him, and didn't resist or protest. Her body wanted to be a married slut for a sexy black man, he wanted it, too. It dawned on her that the arrangement was crazy, but she knew she would surrender to him again, that she was his woman, and her lust was his power over her. Paul knew what she craved and needed.

Paul wouldn't let her use protection, and refused it for himself, but she didn't care, unless Jerry wanted to fuck her; she made Jerry wear a rubber. And now she was pregnant with Paul's baby, and condoms were moot but she didn't like the idea of Jerry defiling Paul's domain, and her pussy was Paul's domain now.

Even if Paul abandoned her like Tyrone did, black babies were better than tv ads for attracting virile, black cocks to her door. Nothing said black cum slut better than black babies.

Paul knew of Evie's appetite for black cock, and after he knocked her up he invited select friends to sample the joy of Evie's married, white pussy. Jerry thought she was at the library studying or away at the State University for the weekend collecting research material. But almost always she was on her back or hands and knees at a motel taking black cock in her pussy and ass and hungry mouth. Often she was so sore it was painful driving home. But it was pain she enjoyed. She liked fucking Paul's friends, because it demonstrated her devotion to Paul and her respect for black men.

Jerry would see her condition soon enough. He'd feel betrayed and hurt until he accepted it. And he'd accept it because he was a modern guy who cared. Her mom spoke of what husbands did to their cheating wives many years ago, but boys were raised right, now. He wanted her happy and contented, and if he saw her fucking a black man, and how slutty she acted, he'd know she was in heaven and not let his ego spoil her happiness.

She imagined inviting Paul and his friends home, for steaks and beers, and plenty of sex. She imagined it a lot. Jerry could watch them rut and pack her pregnant pussy with loads of hot semen. Paul would lay her on her back with her hot holes elevated by pillows, at the end of the bed. She wanted him in her first, of course, as was his right. And Jerry had a role in the fun.

She'd like Jerry sitting beside her, holding her hand and wiping away her sweat with a cool washcloth, seeing the ecstasy in her eyes when she climaxed or was faraway in heaven as her empty places were filled.

Or maybe Paul would prefer her on hands and knees, doggy style. Evie relished the times she spent fucking men who knew what to do with pussy.

When she started to show she told Jerry what was up. He was upset and not as modern and cool with it as she expected. But he agreed to meet Paul, and she made the arrangements.

Jerry agreed to grill steaks, and Evie bought a two piece maternity swimsuit with a tankini top and mesh belly cover. It was sexy. It went well and after dinner she put Dontae to bed so they could sit inside and talk, Evie made some drinks.

When Jerry excused himself to pee, Paul moved over to Jerry's seat and started rubbing Evie's leg, and kissing her. He must have seen her cameltoe through the thin material and become aroused. Her labia swelled when aroused, and Paul didn't help matters feeling her there. He was sucking her nipples when Jerry returned.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Jerry whined.

Paul told him to shut up. Evie said, "Baby come hold my hand!"