Sunny Hills
(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, In Brazil, Le Belle Donne, and Housewives of Valley County.)
Chapter 1
Summer had arrived in the delightful Sunny Hills. Lilacs, western redbuds, globe gilias, and sunflowers were in bloom. The bees were collecting pollen, and the kind folks of the garden borough enjoyed the warm weather and clear blue sky.
Along the white picket fences of Myrtle Street, a woman, 51 years old, with flowing brown hair, was walking home from the local grocery store, Little Pete's. She wore a loose summer dress, with several buttons undone in the front. Occasionally, she felt a cool whisk of air against the exposed skin of her overdeveloped breasts. Even at her mature age, her breasts were still very full and wide and reached down to the top of her pot-belly.
On this beautiful day, however, she had company on her way home.
"You didn't have to carry my bags all this way." Marjorie Wells looked at the two attractive, much younger black men carrying her bags from the local grocery store. Her eyes had drifted down a couple of times during the walk, and taken in the thick outline, she knew to be their beautiful manhoods, in their pants.
"How could we not help such a beautiful woman." Jordan got another sublime glimpse of Marjorie's breasts as a slight puff of wind parted her dress. Her tits were amazing. Huge, heavy, soft. He simply had no idea how he had managed to walk with the sizable hardon he had in his pants.
"Yeah, it simply wouldn't have been right of us to let you carry all these bags." Camron felt his manhood swell inside his pants walking next to such a lovely and bosomy woman.
"You are so kind." Their compliments wrapped around Marjorie's heart like a warm blanket. She knew that such handsome young men could be walking any girl their age, instead here they were with her, a fifty-year-old woman.
Petals from the nearby trees whisked through the air. A sight Marjorie always found lovely. One petal in particular, Marjorie followed down to where it landed on Camron's shoulder. When it did, Marjorie caught Camron's lustful gaze. Her big nipples stiffened when she saw that his eyes were resting on her deep cleavage.
Mm...
Marjorie almost exhaled. Her eyes once more drifted down where she took in the majesty that was the outline of Camron's manhood. There had not been a black man that she had been with who had not put his thick cock between her large breasts.
Mmm...
Marjorie found herself thinking about how good it would feel to have his black manhood between her breasts. She smiled when her husband Howard popped into her head. He loved it when she wrapped her big boobs around his penis and massaged it. Of course, unlike a black man's lengthy hardon, her husband's cute penis always disappeared between her breasts. She could see Howard's goofy look when she gently pressed her breasts together and made him spurt.
Across the street, Becky and Allan Olsen, a fitness couple in their mid-twenties, jogged by.
"Hi, Marjorie. Hello." Becky and Allan waved to Marjorie and her black companions.
"Hi." Marjorie smiled and waved back, as did Jordan and Camron.
"Oh, Allan, you think we could run past Levaughn, and see if he is home?" A sheen of sweat covered Becky's well-toned body. The dark pink top she wore was new and of the brand
Flaunt.
She loved the fact that her firm and perky boobs could be seen through the partially see-through fabric of her top. Her small bottoms were not see-through but were skin-tight.
Allan swiped his sweatband across his forehead. It was not just the jog that made him warm and sweaty. It was the fact that his meager penis had been jutting up and down while jogging next to his lovely wife. Often during their jogs, he slowed down to get behind her so he could get a better look at her amazing ass.
"Y... yes of course," Allan could already see Levaughn slowly pull Becky's bottoms down her long smooth legs, giving way to her beautiful and tight pussy. He could feel precum leaking from the tip of his penis, when he thought of the handsome black man plunging his thick manhood into Becky's pussy.
"Mmm, maybe he'll have you, you know, get me ready for him." Becky smiled.
"Oh." Allan felt a wet spot form in the front of his shorts. The thought of going down on Becky and sliding his tongue between her labia before Levaughn plunged his big black cock inside of her, made his penis utterly drip precum.
Becky saw the softness and excitement in her husband's eyes. It was the same loving look he always got when he imagined her with a handsome black man. And the cute bulge in his shorts told her he was more than looking forward to getting her ready for the sexy black man. Though perhaps she could make it even better.
A warm smile spread across Becky's face when an idea popped into her head.
"Oh, I think one of my shoelaces just came undone." She pretended that she needed to tie her shoelaces. But instead of kneeling down, she bent over. Being so close to her husband, she brushed her firm buttocks against his crotch.
Allan looked down at his wife's beautiful ass and felt it rub against his stiff penis. It was more than he could take. He was coming.
"Bec... uhh... uhhh." Allan felt his penis jerk. A timid rope spurted out of his penis and began to soak the crotch of his shorts. That initial spurt was the climax, and the remainder of his meager load simply drizzled out from the tip of his penis.
Mmm...
Becky smiled to herself. She felt that it would be so romantic if her husband had already come in his shorts when they got to Levaughn, and her idea had certainly come to fruition.
Further up the street, a man in his mid-thirties mowed the lawn. In the sunny weather, he had taken his shirt off and revealed a rather scrawny physique.
"Phew." Wyatt paused for a moment and wiped his forehead. The mower he used was manual, so he had to push it to mow, which required considerable effort, especially for someone who sat in an office all day. Still, Wyatt truly enjoyed these moments, which had been his idea to mow his neighbor William's lawn. At least, it had partly been his idea. Wyatt had read an article in last month's issue of Cuck Magazine;
Ten Ways to Give Thanks to the Black Man.
All the suggestions in the article were wonderful, but the third one stuck out to Wyatt. It was entitled;
Why not mow his lawn while he is bedding your wife?
"Well, better get back to it." Wyatt smiled to himself and looked out at the lawn. His meager penis did spring to attention when he glanced over at the partially opened window on the side of the house. That was the bedroom where his lovely wife Brooklyn was bedded by his handsome black neighbor.