Summary:
2 BBBW sisters are seduced by two white models.
Note 1:
This is dedicated to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing.
Note 2:
Thanks to Daddydick89 for the idea.
BBBW Domination
"Are we really going to do this?" Janice asked her elder sister.
"Well, I've bought the tickets, and they were paid for from my divorce settlement, so the answer is a big, resounding yes." Joanne, two years older, her interminable three-year divorce finally settled... including a big payout from the cheating bastard... was raring to go!
"I do like spending the asshole who shall remain nameless's money to do it," Janice said, feeling that two weeks at a fancy Caribbean resort was a dream come true.
"Yes, I may as well walk away with something from his banging that twenty-year-old white bitch," Joanne said, still a little angry at the betrayal. Married for nineteen years (the same as the age of her daughter, if anyone was paying attention to why they'd rushed into their wedding), and then it was over.
"We haven't done anything just the two of us for years," Janice said, happy to get out of the country for a while, and hoping to find a new purpose in her life. Her own husband Baker had passed away suddenly from heart issues they'd never known he had. One day he was with her laughing and playing tennis against another couple, and the next day he was dead. Life just wasn't fair.
"Well, we're going to live it up on this trip," Joanne promised, not sure what to do on her own. Jared's betrayal had been devastating, but at least her daughter Jackie had steadfastly supported her throughout the endless ordeal... as of course had Joanne's own loving sister. But as long as her daughter had still been at home, she'd had a purpose... she'd always lived for her daughter. She was an active member of the PTA, she'd attended Jackie's every basketball game -- she was still proud to say she'd never missed even one -- and was delighted when Jackie had gotten a full-ride basketball scholarship... except that USC was in California, and they'd always lived in Lexington, a suburb of Boston. With her daughter now away at school on the far side of the country, she was completely alone... for the first time in her life. Except of course for her sister, who was her rock.
Janice had struggled emotionally ever since her husband's unexpected death. With him, she'd had a plan. They'd never had kids, since she wasn't physically able... because of her ovulation irregularity, her periods had always been anything but regular, and apparently that condition affected a woman's fertility... which they'd learned after years of trying... but he'd always set goals for them apart from their well-paying jobs: saving up for their next and better house; supporting the Boston Symphony and the Red Sox and many other cultural and sporting events. But without him suddenly, she was left with no direction. Her co-workers said she should meet another man. She should go out and date. But she just couldn't. She'd tried. No other man in the world could hold a candle to Baker, and no matter how hard she tried not to, she couldn't help comparing every man she went out with to her late beloved husband. Which of course wasn't fair to the other men, but nevertheless they simply didn't measure up.
"So much rum and so little time," Joanne joked, being a rum connoisseur.
"You and your rum," Janice reproved her mildly, much preferring cocktails like margaritas and bellinis.
Joanne shrugged, "Plus, maybe we can get you laid at this resort."
"Gross," Janice said, having not been intimate with a man for over two years. Or in other words, ever since Baker.
"A nice big dick should rejuvenate you," Joanne, always the wilder of the two, and also the more direct one, teased.
"Big? You and size," Janice reproved again, a little less mildly.
"Size matters," Joanne insisted, a mantra she'd recited to her sister for their entire lives. Baker had been a great guy and really good looking, but as a black man, he hadn't lived up to the BBC legend. Six inches, which isn't bad, even moderately impressive when attached to a white man, but woefully undersized when compared to her own experience with a variety of black lovers in her earlier life. (Yes, she and Janet had always told each other everything.) Her own husband Jared (or rather her ex-husband Asshole), had been (and no doubt still was) nine inches long, and thick, and he'd really known how to fuck her into submission. Truth was, Joanne was a very proud black woman, someone you'd never want to fuck with, except literally, yet when she was sharing a bedroom with a big dick, she became a different person. She
needed
that dick. She
craved
that dick. She would do
anything
to be fucked like a cheap whore! Yet after Jared's betrayal, she had completely lost her sexual appetite. She now felt insecure whenever she was confronted with possible intimacy, and since she'd lost the sexual persona that had drawn men to her ever since high school... what did she have left? Her huge tits and big booty had always helped as well, but if she wasn't on the market, what good were they?.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Janice sighed, having heard that her entire life. Janice, unlike her sister, had been with a grand total of three men in her entire life. There was the high school boyfriend who'd taken her virginity at the stereotypical prom; he was six inches. Then a white college boyfriend, who wasn't even five. And lastly Baker, who was also six inches, which by this time she felt was enough to please her. This was because she didn't get off from fucking... her sum total of orgasms from intercourse during her life, all added up to a big fat zero. Yet Baker had made up for that goose egg with his eager and experienced tongue... often even able to bring her to multiple orgasms. Yet ever since his death, her libido had dried up completely. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd masturbated.
"You wouldn't say that if a ten-inch dick was pile driving you into his bed," Joanne teased her wickedly, knowing it made her sister uncomfortable, even as it made Joanne reminisce about Jake, a college fuck toy who had pounded her pussy, and sometimes her ass, with his eleven-inch horse cock.
"Yes, because it's all about the pounding instead of the tenderness," Janice sighed again.
"Finally, you get it," Joanne crowed, ignoring her sister's sarcastic tone.
"I prefer intimacy," Janice said. Baker had made sweet love to her. He'd set the mood with a roomful of votive candles. A foot massage. A background of smooth saxophone blues or Sade. A bubble bath. Roses.
"Sure you do; because that always gets you off," Joanne smirked. "Not!"
Janice sighed yet again. She still regretted making the mistake after one too many drinks, of telling her sister she'd never climaxed during intercourse. She could still recall the entire conversation like it was yesterday, even though it was over ten years ago.
Flashback...
It was Janice's birthday, and her husband was stuck working up in Canada, of all places. So her elder sister took her out for supper and drinks. And after three hours, they were both rather intoxicated.
"I can't believe you don't get to have a birthday fucking," Joanne said. "I'd be super pissed."
"It's no big deal," Janice shrugged, and for her it wasn't. While her sister assessed the quality of her relationship by how often they fucked and how wild it got, she saw her own relationship as more spiritual. That said, their half-hour sex talk already had Joanne vividly describing an encounter at a staff party where she came three times (in the bathroom, then in an office, and finally from being fingered on a couch with a crowd of other people in the room... and oh yes... she also had a load of cum leaking out of her pussy, as she was sans underwear like she often was (leaving a telltale stain behind on said couch) and was wearing another load between her big tits, which was rather visible because it was still wet and soaking through her blouse. Usually such lurid descriptions did very little for Janice, she had gotten used to them, but she hadn't had any sex in a month because of Baker's Canadian commitments, and she was feeling a little stir crazy.
"Fuck that, it
is
a big deal, it's a
huge
deal," Joanne overexaggerated like she tended to do. She then smirked, "Well, for you, poor thing, I guess it's only a medium to smallish deal."
"Six inches is just fine," Janice sighed, wishing she'd never answered that question when Joanne had asked back when they were first dating.
"No one ever describes a proper dick as 'just fine'," Joanne pointed out rather accurately, and using air quotes. No one wanted to be described as just
fine
; that term was as vanilla as it got. You look
