“Oh! Hi.” She says, stopping dead in her tracks and holding onto a little boy’s hand. “Can I help you?” I’m almost speechless. She looks enough like Cyn to be her daughter, but she’s a teenager, so she couldn’t be.
“I’m here to see Cynthia Emry.” I stammer. Her short black hair barely covers her ears, which are adorned with hoop earrings and several silver piercings. She’s wearing tight, low slung, blue jeans and a black v-necked sweater that accentuates the soft curves of her medium sized tits.
“Aunt Cyn!” She yells through the open door. “Someone’s here to see you.” She smiles. “I’m Jasmine.” She says, disengaging her hand from the little boy and extending it to me.
“Mike Judd.” I say, shaking her hand and enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh.
“Come on, Jas.” The little boy says. “Let’s go.” He’s tugging at her arm, trying to get her off the porch.
“I’m taking them roller skating.” She says, shrugging. “I better go. Aunt Cyn should be down in a minute.” She assures me, bending over to pick up the little girl. Her sweater rides up above her jeans as she bends over, revealing a black thong stretched across the top of her ass, with a thin strip of it disappearing into her tight jeans.
“Hi Mike.” Cyn says from the doorway, catching me staring at the sway of Jasmine’s sexy round ass, while she carries the little girl to the car.
“Hi.” I say, as I step into the house. “Your kids are cute.” I say, not to mention your niece!
“Thanks. You’re a little early.” She says, kissing me on the cheek. “I thought they’d be gone before you got here.” She’s dressed in jeans and a yellow sleeveless blouse that I think I’ve seen her wear to the bookstore. She looks beautiful and the memories of Tuesday stiffen my cock, as I step closer to her.
“Sorry.” I say, kissing her on the lips. “You look delicious.” I tell her, as I squeeze her ass cheek through her jeans. “Is anyone else here?”
“Not yet. Shelly and Barbara should be here any minute.” She says, leading me into the living room. “Make yourself comfortable.” She says, gesturing to the couch. “Would you like a coke?”
“That’d be great.” I answer. “I’m a little nervous about this, Cyn.” I confess, as she walks towards the kitchen. Her jeans hug her firm ass cheeks and I’m distracted by the seesawing action, which I assume she’s exaggerating for my benefit.
“Yeah. Me too.” She smiles at me over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She calls from the kitchen.
“I hope so.” I call back, as the doorbell rings.
“Get that, will you, Mike?” Cyn says, as she walks into the living room carrying two cokes and a plate of cookies.
“Sure.” I say, jumping up from the couch and answering the front door.
“You must be Mike!” Shelly says. I’m pretty sure it’s Shelly because of her voice and Cyn’s description. She steps into the entryway, wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m Shelly.” She says, keeping her hands on my back and her large tits crushed against my chest. “And you’re gorgeous!” She exclaims, leaning back to look me over, while she keeps her hands on my waist. She’s shorter than Cyn, and when I look down at her, all I see are tits. She’s wearing a scoop necked top and her huge black tits are barely contained by her lacy black bra.
“Thank you.” I say, tearing my eyes away from her significant cleavage to look at her face. “I’m very glad to meet you.” I say, as I take in her features. She has a pretty face; much darker than Cyn’s and her hair is almost shoulder length.
“I’m Barbara.” I hear from behind Shelly. “Nice to meet you too.” She says, sarcastically as she pushes past us into the living room. I catch a glimpse of her face as she walks by and damn if she doesn’t look like Halle Berry! Her hair is in tight braids against her head, cascading down into loose ringlets that brush against her shoulders as she walks. She’s wearing a knee length skirt that is stretched tightly across the curves of her ass, a form-fitting turtleneck that clings in all the right places, and brown thigh-high boots. She has light brown skin and a body that is absolutely breath taking.
“Don’t mind her.” Shelly says, keeping her arm around my waist as we walk into the living room. “She’ll warm up to you soon enough.” She says. Fuck! I hope so! I watch Barbara sit down on one of the chairs opposite the couch and her skirt rides up her light brown thighs. Her expression seems to be a mixture of apprehension and disgust. Shelly and I sit side by side on the couch and she wraps her arm through mine, crushing her ample breast against me.
“He’s wonderful!” Shelly says to Cyn, who is just sitting down in the chair next to Barbara.
“I think so.” She says quietly, as she watches Barbara’s reaction. We make small talk for a while, Cyn drawing me into the conversation to talk about my classes. Shelly can’t keep her hands still, rubbing up and down my arm or across my back, dipping her fingers inside the waistband at the back of my pants. She’s sitting about as close as possible without being on my lap and our thighs are pressed against each other.
“Jesus, Shelly!” Barbara cries. “You’re acting like a damn dog in heat!” She says, exasperatedly. “Give it a rest!” She says, fidgeting around on her chair and unknowingly giving me a glimpse of her black panties, as she uncrosses and crosses her legs.
“And you!” Barbara says, turning her icy glare towards me. “You must think you died and woke up in a vat of chocolate, or something! Sitting here all smug, like you’re some plantation owner picking out which slave girl to fuck!” My mouth drops open and I start to speak, but Shelly beats me to it.
“Look.” Shelly says, pulling her hands away from me, as she leans forward on the couch. “Don’t judge me, Barbara!” She says, pointing her finger across the coffee table. “I work 45 hours a week helping troubled kids trying to find purpose in their life. Then I go home to the typical demands of a wife and mother; cooking, housework, homework, you name it! If I want to spend a few hours on a Thursday night doing what I want to do, even if that’s acting like a slut, then I damn well can. I know what I’m doing and I know what my husband’s doing while I’m here doing it!” She says, sitting back on the couch, her large tits rising and falling with her increased breathing.
“And don’t say those hateful things to Mike!” Cyn says. “He’s here because I invited him. He’s only known about you and Shelly for two days. He’s probably more stunned than smug. And where the hell did that slave analogy come from?” She asks, rhetorically. “You’ve got some real issues, girl.
“I’m sorry.” Barbara says, standing up and heading towards the door. “This just isn’t working for me, okay?” She says. I watch her beautiful ass sway towards the door, while Shelly cuddles back up to my side.
“Don’t let her break our mood, lover.” Shelly whispers in my ear, quickly shifting gears, as Cyn hurries after Barbara. “I want to be your slut for the evening, doing every nasty thing you want to do.” She whispers, while rubbing her hand up and down my thigh.
“Will you let me be your slut, Mike?” She asks, nibbling on my ear, while brushing her fingers along my stiffening cock.
“Yeah, Shelly.” I answer, glancing down at her large black tits, ballooning out of the cups of her bra. “You can be my slut.” I whisper, turning my face to brush my lips against hers.
“Oooo.” She coos. “I’m going to have fun with this.” She whispers, gripping my fully erect cock through my pants. “I’ve got plans for you.” She says, slipping her tongue into my mouth and pushing her tits harder against my arm.
“You two look like you’re ready to use that room.” Cyn says, as she walks back into the house.
“We are!” Shelly says, disengaging herself from me. “Aren’t we lover?” She asks. As I stand up, my hard cock tents the front of my pants and I look sheepishly at Cyn. I know it’s weird, but I almost feel like I’m cheating on her.
“It’s okay, Mike.” Cyn smiles, like she’s reading my thoughts. “That’s why you’re here, right?” She says, handing me a hotel room key.