After a weekend of the most sex I had ever taken part in, I was spending a couple of days recuperating. A pool party with people as crazy about sex as me, with me as their "new" guest, putting me at the center, made for one sore asshole.
Getting up Monday morning I felt like I had Marcus' big 12 inch cock inside me. My poor pucker hole had been battered, beaten, bruised, and banged by its 7.5 inch circumference. As much as I look forward to getting under Henri, I felt that we should take a couple of days off to give me time to get things back to normal size. I even wondered, if my asshole would get back to normal size, and wasn't sure if I even wanted it to.
Sitting around the house, thinking of how things had worked for me, I thought that I was ready to make a permanent, forever, claim for myself. I was a black cock lover, and had been since getting my brains fucked out 7 years before. I knew, inside, that I wouldn't want to hunt a white guy to take me, but now I was ready to make a subtle statement that only those closest to me would know about.
I have drawn the Spade design, and inside it I have put "His" and "4evr" inside the design. I would have it tattooed on my ass cheek. Along side, I would have an arrow pointing at to my asshole. This would be a permanent statement about who I would lay with. Only those that I care to get intimate with would see it.
I planned to show the tattoo design to Henri, and get his take on it. I had, after all, committed myself to him, telling him that I wanted no one else, and my ass was his to use as he pleased. I was convinced that him having my phone number was all I needed. If he wanted a disease free, active white ass, he knew where it was at. He had allowed his woman to have contact with me, and between the two of them, I didn't need anything else.
On Wednesday, Henri's woman Althea called me. She asked if I liked Pizza. When I told her that I did, she said that she and Henri would like me to come over Friday evening and spend the night. We could eat Pizza, hang out, hit the pool, then fool around on Saturday morning before they had to leave town at 11 AM. She said that they were going up to Montgomery to a wedding at 3 PM. And would be spending the night. I said that I would love
to come over for the night.
I spent the week healing, and trimming my crotch hair to the shape of the Spade symbol. At first it didn't look all that authentic, but then I trimmed the length of the hair, and it became more distinct. As I always did, I shaved my chest around my nipples and across my growing tits, leaving a patch in the center of my chest. I also shaved my shaft, and around my asshole, wanting to be as clean as possible without going full millennial, and shaving everything.
Thursday evening, I began cleaning myself out and doing more on Friday. There is no reason for anyone interested in giving up their ass, to not be clean. It is much too easy. Just keep several bottles of Summer's Eve in the bathroom cabinet and use them to rinse yourself. Any thinking woman does that with her pussy, and that is nowhere near as nasty as an unclean asshole.
It seemed that Friday evening would never arrive. At 4 PM, I called Henri's number and asked him: "Babe, is tonight and in the morning going to be just you, Althea, and I?"
He said yes, and asked, laughing: "Why? Were you afraid that we would have Marcus over again."
"No silly. I just wondered what to wear for underwear. Would you and Althea like to have me in panties, or should I wear my men's bikini briefs?" I asked him.
He replied: "Wear what you care to, but panties would be nice. Wear your best if you want, I won't tear these off you, like I did with the others."
I wore some purple panties, some short denim shorts, a t-shirt and sandals. I had a small bag with plenty of lube and a couple of hand towels. By 4:45 I was on my way to their place.
Arriving, Althea let me in, and when I asked where Henri was, she told me that he had just gotten into the shower. She kissed me on the neck, telling me that I smelled good.
I told her that I would be right back and stepped to the bathroom, and said: "Hey Henri, take your time, I am going to put some moves on your woman."
He replied: "Get after it, I will be there in a few."
I turned to Althea, and walked to her, hugging her as I kissed her, and dropped my hands to her ass cheeks. She had a slinky sheath dress on, and from what I felt, she had no panties or was wearing a thong. As she pressed against me, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra either.
"Am I over dressed" I asked
"Why yes, yes you are. Get out of those sandals, and let's get to know each other again." She said. I unbuckled my sandals, leaving them by the side door, and turned to Althea.
She was just plain sexy, in looks, in her way of dressing, and in her talk. I could get very used to this. "What can I get you?" She asked.
I told her: "Baby, just bring me you. The thing I miss most about having a full time woman, is the necking, making out, feeling up, even more than the sex. But the drama that goes with most that I have been around is more than I want to pay."
I continued, holding her by her waist, smiling at her: "The feelings with you, last weekend, knowing that at the end of the day, you had Henri to go to bed with, were really special to me. I am an old school lover. I love cake, I love my dogs, I love the sunrise and sunset, and I love to fuck. I love Henri for the way that he feels when he is getting off with me. I love you for the way that you cum so hard when you fucked me. I love being able to feel you up, to kiss you and to just look at your hot, sexy body. And I especially love that you are content with Henri, and not on the hunt. Is that sappy? "
She looked at me, took my face in her hands and said: "Not at all. That is a very practical way to look at life. When you came in the store one day, and put a bag of Brown Sugar down and told me that seeing me reminded you to get it, made me feel then that you were a man that a lady could love."
Turning her around, pressing my body to her back, I felt her tits, and sucked a kiss on her neck. She ground her ass into my crotch and said: "M'mmmm, I feel something that is hard. I wonder if we should do something about that before we eat pizza."
Henri came into the living room and we joined him, and I could see that he was hard under his towel. Althea, went to her knees and began to unfasten my shorts then pushed them down. When she saw my panties, she kissed my cock through them, and said: "Baby, when this goes soft, I am going to have some of your pussy."
Having had the thought earlier, I suggested: "Maybe while you are helping me to make it soft, Henri could be working on my pussy, getting it ready for you and your Penetrix."