Housewives Of Valley County Ch 04

This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, In Brazil, and Le Belle Donne.

Across town, a mile away from where she had dropped off her daughter and her boyfriend, Amarika pulled into Valley County College. On the campus, since it was Jabari day, the black students and faculty, similarly as Amarika were all displaying their proud heritage by dressing in African-styled garbs. The other students and faculty were, of course, showing their appreciation and admiration for the proud tradition by being either topless or bottomless which was customary.

Having parked in her reserved parking space, and before she had even stepped out of the car, Amarika could hear the soft thunder of African drums coming from the campus.

The sound came from a large oak tree in the middle of the campus park, where a band of black male students was pummeling away on the drums in front of a large crowd of onlookers. In front of them, a group of topless ebony girls along with one white girl were performing an African tribal dance, moving their bodies and their bouncy breasts to the beat of the drums.

Jilly Poole, a rather pudgy math major with glasses and big full breasts was currently the only Caucasian girl amongst the dancing girls. She had been pulled into the dance by her friend Amahle Kumalo, an exchange student from South Africa. To be pulled into the dance by a girl of African descent was also the customary way for other girls to join in the dance.

In the crowd, Jilly's boyfriend Henry Madsen, who was also a math major and member of the AV (audio and video) club, held up his camera and captured the precious moment. Being pantless, his small erection was clear as day for everyone to see.

Wow, so beautiful...

Henry zoomed in on Jilly. Where others may have seen some clumsy dancing on her part, Henry saw a girl who danced like a princess.

As he further zoomed in, his eyes drifted down onto her magnificently soft breasts and the way they bounced in such a mesmerizing manner, his mind was flooded with thoughts from the other day.

The other day in Henry's dorm room, Marlon Wills had just drenched Jilly's breasts with his thick cum load when she had asked Henry to slide his penis between her slimy tits. After Henry had done the proper thing and asked Marlon if it was okay, he had gotten up on Jilly. For the few seconds that he had lasted, sliding his penis between Jilly's pillowy softness and through Marlon's slippery cum, it had been such an amazing and tender moment. Though the moments afterward, when he got to lick Marlon's and his own cum from Jilly's tremendous breasts probably rivaled even that moment.

Over by the faculty parking, Amarika took a moment to enjoy the drums before she headed inside. There was just something about the drums that made her juices flow. Whilst there, her eyes fell upon the ever so handsome Amos Banks, the head coach of the college's football team, whom she had been seeing for a couple of months.

What a man...

Her nipples poked through her snug African dress when she thought of him. He was the kind of man that made a strong and confident woman like Amarika want to surrender and truly embrace her feminine side.

"Professor Jakande." A familiar female voice came from the side.

Amarika turned and saw her ever so cheerful teacher assistant Katrin Jonsdóttir jog up onto the sidewalk waving hello. Her bare and pointy breasts skipped naturally as she did.

"Hey, Katrin." Amarika had tried to get her Icelandic surname right more than once but had eventually ended up calling her by her first name, Katrin.

"Wow, Professor, that dress is beautiful." Katrin admired her colleague and mentor's outfit.

"Thank you." Amarika smiled. She was more than a little taken by it as well. She had actually found herself staring at it in the mirror for quite a while after she had put it on earlier in the morning.

"I've never seen you in it before... May I?" Katrin held her hand slightly towards the dress, asking if she could feel the fabric.

"Sure... Yeah, I've never worn it before. I got it during my recent trip to Kenya. Thought I would wait for a special occasion like today's Jabari celebration to wear it." Amarika remembered the wonderful afternoon she had spent in Mrs. Jata Mirii's tailor shop where she had gotten fitted for the dress. She especially remembered when Mrs. Mirii's husband Matu and his brother Waitimu had walked in on them when she had been naked, having just tried on the dress. Her nipples had gotten so hard seeing the two handsome black men watch her naked body.

For a second Amarika was back in the Mirii's home, where she had her lips wrapped around the thickness of Matu's black cock and Jata was sucking Waitimu's equally as impressive cock. The same afternoon, Amarika remembered looking up and first seeing Matu's attractive face and then Waitimu's strong features as the two sexy brothers switched between bedding her and Jata. Even when she had her eyes closed to fully enjoy their intimacy, Amarika could tell the brothers apart. Whereas Matu was more slow and gentle, taking seconds to push his lengthy shaft to the depths of her pussy, not backing out until his sizable balls pushed against her labia, whilst at the same time kissing her with amazing passion. His brother Waitimu, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. Waitimu slammed his incredible cock into her with such gusto that each thrust made her cry out in pleasure. In the end, however, both men had made her and Jata orgasm multiple times.

"Wow, it's so soft, must feel amazing to wear." Katrin gently ran her finger along the side of Amarika's dress.

"Though I see that I'm not the only one wearing something new." Amarika had noticed the lovely necklace Katrin wore when she had come up to her, but Katrin's interest in her dress had been the focus until now.

"Oh, yeah." Katrin smiled and almost blushed a little when she ran her fingers over her white and pearl-colored necklace.

"It's beautiful." Amarika was quite mesmerized by the unique nature of the necklace. It was as if pearls had been mashed into a liquid shape and spread out to form very delightful patterns.

"Thank you." Katrin absolutely loved her new necklace.

"I don't know if you've met my boyfriend Jeremy..." Katrin took out her phone and scrolled through her pictures. Many of them showed Katrin in the company of handsome black men in various degrees of undress. Some were selfies she had taken, looking up at her phone whilst kissing a sexy black man, whilst others were of her pleasuring black men's fat cocks.

Finally, she found a few pictures of her boyfriend.

"Here..." Katrin showed a close-up picture of herself and Jeremy smiling.

"No, I don't think I've had the pleasure." Amarika looked at the young man in his mid-twenties with blue eyes and curly hair.

"Well, he's quite a talented jeweler, his family owns a small jewelry store. And he's actually designed and made the necklace for me." Katrin smiled. Eager to tell the story of how he came up with the idea for the design.

"Oh, wow." Amarika could certainly see herself wearing a similar necklace.

"What's even more romantic is that he got the idea from our trip to Miami, where I met this really good-looking man, Maurice... I might even have a..." Katrin picked up her phone again.

"Yeah, here he is." Katrin showed Amarika a joyful picture of herself, Jeremy, and Maurice. In the picture, Maurice had his arm around Katrin's waist and she hers around his, whilst Jeremy stood slightly to the side.

"That's an impressive-looking man." Amarika nodded and admired the physique of the big and bulky black man that stood between Katrin and Jeremy. The clean-shaved man, both face and head dwarfed the two of them in both width and length.

"Oh, he was very impressive." Katrin gently bit her lower lip when she recalled Maurice stretching her out with his heavy cock.

Amarika could clearly tell what her friend was imagining since her pointy nipples stood straight out.

"Well... anyway..." Katrin smiled when she came back to her story.

"Afterward, and I have to admit that I was a bit out of it at that time, I can't even begin to count the orgasms..."

"Oh, I know that feeling," Amarika said as both women beamed knowingly.

"Well, Jeremy showed me that he had taken some photos of me when I laid in bed, and I had so much delicious cum on my face and chest. I mean, I had an inkling when I saw the size of Maurice's balls, but wow." Katrin again tenderly bit down on her lower lip.

Without even thinking, Amarika ran the tip of her tongue between her soft lips when she listened to Katrin's story, imagining herself in her friend's spot, with all that amazing cum on her body.

"I kind of wished that he would have filled my mouth instead... though if he had..." Katrin once again ran her fingers across her necklace.

"I might not have gotten this lovely necklace." Katrin smiled.

For a second Amarika didn't follow, but it quickly dawned on her.

"You see, Jeremy modeled the necklace after the sperm Maurice shot on my chest. It's kind of like I get to walk around with his cum on all the time." Katrin absolutely shined with pride.

"Wow..." Amarika actually felt a bit envious. To walk around with something that showed off a black man's load like that must have been so satisfying.

"I might have to have a chat with your boyfriend." Amarika could definitely see purchasing a necklace from Katrin's boyfriend.

"Oh, I would be happy to ask him for you if you want. I know that he would just be immensely honored if he could design one for you as well Professor Jakande." Katrin, excited for her boyfriend's sake, asked her mentor.

"That would be nice, thank you, Katrin." Amarika thought how nice it would be if maybe Amos could take a photograph of her after he had shot his big load on her, and she could have a necklace made from the photo.

"You know, with a romantic gift like that, I wouldn't be surprised if your boyfriend might have some plans to give you something else, maybe something that goes on your finger." Amarika looked over at her colleague as the two women began to walk towards the faculty entrance.

"Oh, you really... think?" Katrin glanced back at Professor Jakande with hope in her eyes, as an image of Jeremy getting down on his knees in front of her and asking her to marry her, popped into her mind.

"I don't think a man gets, or in your case, makes something like that if he doesn't have something like that in his mind." Amarika was pretty sure of that.

"Oh, I hadn't really thought about it like that." Katrin wondered if the day could get any better.

As the two women walked along the sidewalk to the masoned path to the entrance, a vintage Volkswagen beetle pulled up.

"Morning, Professor Jakande, Ms. Jonsdóttir, isn't it a wonderful day." There weren't many people who were as upbeat as Professor Patricia Walsh. The chubby woman in her late thirties even gave Katrin a run for her money.

"Morning, Patricia, Morning Professor Walsh. It certainly is." Amarika and Katrin looked over at the plump woman as she got out of her husband's beetle. Being Jabari day, the English literature Professor was topless, which put her huge and floppy breasts on display. Breasts that hung down to her chunky belly.

Amarika and Katrin halted just next to the pathway up to the faculty and waited for Patricia whilst she said goodbye to her husband Trevor, who unlike Patricia was a rather skinny man.

"Have a nice day dear." Patricia leaned into the car, her huge breasts hung down to the passenger seat as she did. She smiled when she glanced down at her husband's small penis, which now had gone limp and was leaking cum onto his bare thigh.

To say that her husband loved her and her chunky body, especially her huge breasts would be an immense understatement, and since she had been topless all morning and on the drive over, Trevor's penis had stood at attention for quite some time. So on the ride over, she had decided to reach over and give him a few strokes. It didn't take many before he spurted his cute load all over her fingers.

"You too. I love you." Trevor looked at the wonderful and loving woman he was madly in love with. Even after ten years of marriage he simply couldn't imagine being with anyone else, and each day he would wake up with a smile on his face, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Some days he felt even luckier, those days when he would wake up in the guestroom down the hall, knowing that his wife had spent the evening and night in bed with a handsome black man. On those occasions, he would get up earlier, in the hopes that he could make the two an appetizing breakfast in bed.

"Love you too." Patricia saw her husband's eyes drift down a bit, so she stayed leaned over for a few more seconds, so he could have an extra-long look at her naked breasts.

Having waved goodbye to her husband, she walked over to her colleagues and friends.

"Wow... what a dress." Patricia commended Amarika on her splendid dress.

"My thoughts exactly." Katrin chimed in as the three women headed indoors.

Inside, after having walked through a small hallway that led to several offices, including Amarika's, they were greeted by another professor who informed Patricia that Chancellor Reginald Glover, the head of the College, wanted to see her.

"Well, I'll catch up with you later." Patricia waved and hurried off towards the Chancellor's office, which was on the second floor.

"If she's able to walk." Amarika turned to Katrin. She had noticed the eagerness in Patricia's steps, which in turn made the woman's heavy breasts jiggle with each step.

"Hehe." The two of them shared a hearty laugh.

Since there were no classes today, the faculty area was quite empty. Most were outside enjoying the festivities, though the women could see Bernard, a Sociology professor, and Walter, who taught economics, standing over by the television in the lounge. Both men, in their late forties, were pantless, with their meager penises hanging freely.

"I'm glad I brought half the papers home with me yesterday, only have a couple more to grade today." Bernard looked at the television which was turned to the local news channel. The broadcast was from Mimosa Park where later today the annual Jabari celebration was going to be held.

"Isn't your wife on the celebration committee?" Walter felt a small twitch between his legs when he watched the female reporter interviewing another woman from the park. Both of them were topless.

"Yes, Hazel's in charge of the decorations. I think she's over there right now." Bernard was very proud of his wife, who worked on such an important celebration.

"Hey, isn't that your wife?" Walter noticed a red-haired woman near the edge of the camera shot.

"Um." Bernard leaned in and looked closer, and sure enough, he recognized Hazel. She was with a black man, and it definitely looked like they were making out.

"Yes, that's Hazel." Bernard felt his pulse start to rise, as did his penis. Though almost at the same time as he had seen her, she and the man she was with disappeared into one of the tents.

Walter, of course, felt a bit envious of his friend, whose wife was in the arms of a black man.

Aww...

Naturally, Bernard was excited for his wife, who was obviously about to experience the pleasures of being with a black man, he had, however, hoped to have watched her on the television a tad longer.

Suddenly, the aria from Milten's third opera started playing from Bernard's sweater pocket. It was Hazel's favorite piece from the opera, so it had become her ringtone. For a second, Bernard was surprised that his wife was calling him since he had just seen her go into the tent.

Seeing that it was a face call, Bernard held the phone in front of him and swiped to the right. The video call was quite jerky, not the image quality, but rather Hazel's phone seemed to be moving around. And before Bernard had a chance to say hello, he heard a man's deep voice.

"Let me hold it for you." For a moment, Bernard saw the face of a good-looking black man. He had a thin, yet well-defined beard, and he appeared to be in his early forties.

"Oh, hehe, thank you." Bernard recognized the joyful sound of his wife's voice.

"There... we go." The man said as the video flipped and Hazel came into focus.

Wow...

Bernard saw his lovely wife looking up into the camera, smiling. Her tits were out and she was slowly stroking the man's thick and lengthy black cock.

"Can he see me?" Hazel looked up at Samuel, who worked on the entertainment side of the celebration. He was the one who had managed to get Big Agwe to come and perform later in the evening.

Samuel could see Bernard in the small window at the top left of the screen. With how his mouth was partly open and the awe in his stare, Samuel was pretty sure that he could see his wife.

"Yeah, he can see you."

"Hi, honey." Hazel looked up at the phone, knowing that Bernard was watching her. At the same time, she leaned in and licked the tip of Samuel's cock, feeling the delicious taste of his precum.

"Hello, dear." Bernard could feel his heart pounding when he looked at the woman he loved. She looked absolutely breathtaking the way she stroked and licked that man's huge black cock.

"Um, I'll... my office." Bernard awkwardly looked over at Walter, too aroused to even complete a full sentence.

Walter simply nodded. He knew exactly what he would want to be doing now if that had been his wife. Though having overheard the conversation on the phone and caught a glance of Bernard's wife stroking that big black man, Walter's penis had become fully erect as well. Within a moment his mind was filled with images of his own wife.

"Oh, Daphne." When he closed his eyes, he saw his wife in bed with a handsome black man. And like she often did, Walter could see her glance over at him whilst she sucked his big cock. As precum dripped from the tip of his penis, Walter realized that he had actually moaned out her name out loud.

Embarrassed, he looked around. Maybe no one had heard him since most were outside. Though over in the hallway, he saw Professor Jakande and her teacher's assistant Ms. Jonsdóttir gleefully looking in his direction. Instantly he could tell that they had heard him.

"Um, I have some... papers to grade." Walter gave the two ladies an awkward nod and headed towards his office.

"Uh-huh." Amarika and Katrin chuckled when Walter turned and they saw his meager erection jut up and down on his way to his office.

Over in Bernard's office, the Sociology professor sat behind his desk intently watching his wife on the phone. He had leaned the phone up between the two framed photographs that he had of Hazel on his desk. The more recent of the photos was of the two of them, holding hands and looking lovingly at each other. The older of the photos was from their wedding night, where Hazel was practically naked, wearing only a lingerie garter belt and a wedding tiara, and she was standing between two big and very naked black men.

Bernard eagerly stroked his erection. He knew that he only had a few more strokes in him before he would come. He had read a few articles in Cuck Magazine on how to prolong his erection, and last longer. One of the ways was to simply let go of his penis, something he had tried a few times when his wife had been with a black man. And it had actually worked. He had been able to prolong his stiffness by almost ten seconds before he spurted his meager load without even touching himself.

But watching Hazel, who was now sucking the black man's cock with such gusto, with spit dripping down from her lips and landing on her wonderful breasts, Bernard just couldn't let go of his penis.