Sheri and Martha walked back into the former's house, a couple bags in Martha's grasp as she brought in some clothes she bought for the next couple days. The house was empty besides them at the moment, with Allen out with Andre to help him move a few things into Andre's new place. Allen said most of the things that needed to be moved had already been packed before Andre got out, so it was going to be fairly simple to finish moving. If anything, they were already done with that and had probably stopped by their mother's house if Sheri had to guess.
"Ugh, I need to get out of this dress." Martha said in disgust, not loving the fact that she had to wear the same clothes as yesterday.
"I forget how much of a pain it is to shop with you." Sheri followed Martha as she headed back upstairs to change in Sheri's bedroom. "That silly rack of yours really narrows down what you can buy. No wonder a lot of your stuff is custom made."
Martha ignored her and entered the room, immediately kicking off her heels and stripping off her dress. Even though Sheri was comfortable with her body type, and in no way wanted to be as stacked as her sister, there were times where she wondered what it would be like to have a much larger chest. She was small and perky, and she was okay with that, but maybe Allen would like something more? Comically huge or not, Sheri would admit it definitely elevated Martha's sex appeal. She had a lot of male admirers and definitely got the most looks out of any woman shopping at the mall today.
Martha first studied her appearance again, analyzing just how busty she was for someone as short as her. Obviously she knew she had enhanced her body, she just enjoyed admiring her own figure. Yes, there was some back pain involved and finding clothes that perfectly fit her wasn't the easiest thing in the world as they spent way too much time searching for outfits today. However, she only cared that she was comfortable with her own body she thought as she ran her hands over her chest, still evaluating herself.
They were big, for sure, but she liked them being big. She wouldn't want them downsized at all. She'd take the good with the bad when it came to the back pain. That's just what comes when something that large is attached to you.
And at that moment, images from last night flashed into her mind.
The stroking, the jerking and pleasuring of himself. Andre also had something insanely large that was attached to him. She was still in disbelief at what she saw, wondering if the wine somehow made her dream it up. But she knew that wasn't the case. And unlike her, Andre was all natural. She was guessing that, anyway. But she wouldn't bet money that a former prisoner got penis enhancement surgery or something.
The more she thought about the uncut cock attached to Andre, the stiffer her nipples became and her hands began teasing her pink tips. Her toes dug into the floor underneath her and frustration arose. Why was she feeling this way? Didn't she hate dirty blacks? She did, right?
So why was the memory of last night affecting her in such a lustful fashion. She was never attracted to the black male form before, so why now? Was Sheri right that her problem was lack of exposure to black people? No, that couldn't be it, she thought, could it?
'Damn... I wanna fuck Sheri's sister... give her this big black dick.'
Martha gasped and her body froze at the memory of hearing Andre speak as he pleasured himself.
"You okay, Martha?" Sheri looked at her as she began changing clothes herself.
"Oh, um, yes I just remembered something for a second." Martha quickly answered without much thinking.
"Must've been something big to make you react like that, dear sister." Sheri said, pulling up her tight bike shorts.
'You have no idea...' Martha kept that thought to herself. "It's nothing, no big dic-, er, I mean no big deal!" She began moving much quicker. She was flustered and embarrassed and tried like hell to fight off the heat that grew on her face.
This was not ideal for Martha.
"Okay..." Sheri said, feeling confused. "Whatever."
Moving at a much faster pace, Martha quickly pulled on a short, ruffled at the end, grey dress with pink floral prints. It was made with a busty woman like her in mind and fit about as good as a dress like that could fit. She slipped on some strappy sandals and swiftly fixed her hair.
As soon as she got done fixing herself up, her feet hurried out of the room. Sheri could see she was heading back downstairs, beating her as the older of the two barely had her sandals on. "The hell is wrong with her?" Sheri's curious brow raised. She seemed bothered by something. Perhaps she was still uncomfortable being in an interracial home? Sheri wasn't sure, but it seemed like her idea of changing her sister's world view, with maybe some help from Andre, wasn't going to happen.
Well, she might as well take this time to continue building on their relationship at least. Sheri sighed and followed her sister downstairs.
She found her sister sitting on her couch, still keeping that mean mug on her face. "Anything good on television?" Sheri asked.
"No idea." the younger sister shrugged.
"I see." Sheri smiled. "Well, how about we..." Just before she could finish that sentence, she heard her phone go off and she reached over to read a text from her best friend across the street, Shannon. "Hmm... oh shit!" Sheri cursed, damn near slapping her forehead. "I forgot, I promised my friend I'd go out and help her buy stuff for the baby. Damn!"
"The baby?" Martha didn't quite comprehend.
"Remember that woman you saw across the street? The pregnant one?" Sheri said.
It took Martha a few moments before the gears started turning and then she knew. "Oh you mean the red head across the street, Shannon?"
"Yes, I promised I'd help her shop for the baby boy she's having. I'm sorry... you're more than welcome to join us, darling." Sheri offered. "You might be bored being here alone, why not tag along?"
Martha thought about it for a second before answering. "You know what, I'll pass and wait for you to return. I'm not very interested in shopping for kids." Especially mixed ones, Martha added in her thoughts.
"Are you sure?" Sheri knew not to press too much. "I don't know when I'll be back."
"I can wait." Martha said, reaching over for the TV remote.
Sheri sighed. "Very well, love. Just promise me you won't head back home while I'm gone."
"I won't!" Martha rolled her eyes.
"Thank you sis." Sheri winked. "I'll try to be back sooner rather than later, no guarantees."
"Whatever." Martha simply replied, very uninterested.
Sheri looked down at her outfit and shrugged. "This will do, I guess. I'm just helping a pregnant woman shop after all. Alright, see you my love!" Sheri opened the door and headed across the street.
****
With her legs curled up on the couch underneath her and eyes focused on the trash playing on the television, Martha just tried her best to make the time pass by. She wasn't even all that interested to see what was going on with the socialites on the TV. She just wanted to go back home. But no, she promised her sister she would stay. It didn't seem like Sheri had any intention of ending this engagement, so now the best Martha could do was hope to repair her relationship with Sheri.
This was quite the frustrating mission, and it was going to end in failure. After seeing how Allen and Sheri were like together, there was no chance in hell she was going to change Sheri's mind. Not with the way her older sister looked up at him. She was in love.
One part of her was definitely mad at her sister, for giving her all to a black man. It was disgraceful and disappointing to their heritage. On the other hand, Martha would be lying if she said she didn't want something like that. To be in an actual loving relationship with someone, not something with no affection like Sheri's last marriage.
At the very least, Martha could at least see why she chose Allen. He may be black, but he was masculine as hell. Incredibly tall, in perfect shape and at least he wasn't a bum drug dealer or something like that. He was... fine, she'd admit. But only to herself.
Martha sighed and wondered what else there was about him that she liked. Maybe that was all? Perhaps Allen was also like his younger brother, Andre, who had a gigantic cock and...
That's when Martha shook her head, not wanting to allow herself to fall back into that train of thought. Her breathing picked up and her thighs began to slide against each other. She had to fight off the feelings those thoughts conjured. It was inappropriate, even more so with it being brought on by a black.
Still... how could someone be that fucking hung?! That part still couldn't compute. Needless to say, Martha never experienced a man like that. A jolt ran through her body and she just had to shift herself, laying on her back instead. She couldn't stop these thoughts from rushing to her head. It was quite infuriating, but it was having a different effect on her body. It was hard to fight off. The more images of Andre's private parts popped into her mind, the more inflamed her figure became.
'Damn... I wanna fuck Sheri's sister... give her this big black dick.'
His voice rang in her head again. He wanted her to have it. He wanted to give her something she thought she would never want to experience. And she wasn't even drinking right now. She couldn't even blame this on being drunk. Her body wanted this. It was once again betraying her better judgement. Her nipples became hard once more and Martha gritted her teeth and quickly looked around, making sure she was alone.
She closed her eyes for a second, saw the massive uncut cock that was haunting her and swallowed down a lump. She mentally apologized to herself and carefully pulled up on her dress, exposing everything except her thong covered pussy. She couldn't believe she was doing this at her sister's house, but she just couldn't help it anymore. She hadn't gotten fucked in a while, and now her body was begging her for something like what Andre had. She craved it.
One hand gripped on each one her tits while the other searched for what waited below. Sneaking her hand under her thong and over her natural bush, she began slowly rubbing and touching on the clit, causing her to inhale with each movement of her fingers. "Oh my god..." her breathy voice sighed.
She rubbed her pleasure button in a soft circular motion, her other hand pulling on her nipples. She could feel her pussy begin to leak, moisture building up in a considerable way. Her toes began to curl and she then felt a finger sneak it's way inside her hole. "Oh shit..." Martha began to writhe and twist on the couch, her sister's couch. Her tits swayed with each little movement of pleasure. She then held them together with her arm while she carefully slipped her finger in and out of her wet hole.
The folds around her cock entrance were slick with female secretions and it only got more coated the more she fingered. "Damn... god I love this..." She couldn't remember the last time she touched herself this way. It was obviously a long time ago, as she tends to prefer the real thing as opposed to masturbation. But as she stretched and kicked her legs out with every finger thrust, the more real it felt because of thoughts of being taken by something so huge! "Goddamit... I want a big cock!" she whined. She took her fingers and spread her pussy, looking over her chest to see how she worked herself.
Martha brought her fingers together and pulled them up to see how wet she had gotten. Spreading her digits apart, her love juice was so thick and creamy. Her pussy hadn't been gushing like this in a long time. She could feel some of it trickle smoothly down her thigh. The raven haired beauty jabbed two of her fingers back in her aching pussy, this time rubbing her sensitive clit as she penetrated herself, gasping and moaning all the way through. "So goddamn good... holy shit. I need a cock in me sooooooo bad." Her hips jerked up, reacting to her movements and the thoughts running through her head. The intensity continued to build as she felt her body twitch and her pussy throb with every attack.
