Suzes Basement Apartment

[Graciously edited by Cristal Ball]

On a spring day, just after six in the afternoon, I drove home horny. It was a long drive, so I went fast, 60 in a 40 mph zone. I thought about nothing else but getting home. Chills ran down my legs, just thinking about what I had coming. Two women, two cunts. I shook my head. I whipped out my cock. How'd I get so lucky.

I pulled into my property and parked under a huge maple tree.

When I got inside the house, I heard jazz echoing off the high walls. Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. The music came from the kitchen. I found my wife, Karen, in there, surrounded by grocery bags, and stirring a pot. The place was a wreak.

"Karen?" I said.

"Oh. Hi, Steve," she said.

She had on a blue dress with white, lacy trim. It complemented her chocolaty dark skin. She looked like a black Betty Crocker, or maybe it was a young, hot Aunt Jemima.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, and moved behind her, pulling out her hips and holding them firm. I shoved my crotch into her and bent over to kiss her neck. She laid down the knife.

"Can't a wife cook for her man?" she said. Her smile broadened, and she turned her cheek to me. I gave her a big one under her ear, and kept my lips there.

Her body smelled of cinnamon and apples. I squeezed her large tits, one after the other. She moaned softly, and turned around to kiss me, over and over gain. Her lips were colored a shimmery shade of ochre. When I licked them, she responded by opening her mouth and flicking out her tongue all over my face.

"Turn off the stove. Let's go upstairs," I said.

She raised her hands between us, and pushed on my chest.

"No," she said. "Unless you plan on helping me in the kitchen, and you know you don't, I need you to get out. I'm doing this for all of us. Come on, baby, I'll fuck you after dinner."

I gripped her behind the ass, and she pulled away. She put on a good struggle, but not too good. She rubbed my cock and I hiked her skirt. I noticed she wasn't wearing her underwear. I ran my fingers through her curly cunt. I rubbed and squeezed her fine legs.

"Steve," she said, with her eyes closed. "I gotta cook." She lightly bumped my head with hers. "You're going to make me burn dinner. We don't want that." She touched my face.

"Just a little," I said.

"Fine." She turned around and held her skirt up with her hands. She shook her delicious black ass and opened her legs. I goosed her and got her cunt hole between my thumb and finger. I pushed my fingers in and held her like a bowling ball, while I rubbed a nipple.

"I love you, Karen," I said, and thrust my fingers deep into her. She let out a panting breath and hiked her leg on a trashcan.

"Steve, Steve," she said. "I have to cook. Please, honey-bear, let me finish." She grabbed my crotch and squeezed me a few times. She hooked my pants and led me out. "Go say hi to Suze. She's waited all day to see you." She smiled. "Scat!" she said.

"Okay."

I darted out of there with Karen's cunt juice on my hand, and a hard-on in my pocket. Let me tell you, it's not all it's cracked up to be, being a well-hung black man. Not that I'm complaining, and neither was Karen, nor, for that matter, Suze.

I opened the door to the basement, located just outside the kitchen, between the living room and utility closet. It was dark. I grabbed the wooden rail, and wiped my hand, going down.

I heard my wife's voice from upstairs, "Don't take too long. Dinner's almost ready. And bring her with you."

Halfway down the steps, I saw her. She had her back to me. Mama mia. She wore a shiny opalescent blouse that I'd given her. She wore it Daisy Duke style, high above her midsection. A pair of low-riding stretched out jeans hung below her soft, wide hips. I followed the curve of her naked spine as it led to her ass. I wanted to cum all over that back.

Her ass filled out nice and big, bigger than most white girls, and firm, too. Her brown hair fell half way down her back, soft and full bodied. She combed herself in front of a tall mirror. She paused, tilted her hip and felt the shape of her stomach. She pushed it out and passed her hand round its swelling curve.

I breathed out.

What a beautiful woman, a white women, I thought, and right under my house. I coughed to get her attention.

She turned around.

"Suze, how you doing?" I said. "Karen said you wanted to see me?" I pulled on my cock.

She put down her brush, and hiked her pants. "Hi, Steve. Oh, baby, I missed you so much. I thought you'd forgotten about me." She walked toward me. She took my hand in hers and passed her fingers across my palm. She sniffed it, smiled and licked the inside.

"How's Karen?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "Haven't you seen her already?"

"Only in the morning, after you left. We fooled around a little bit."

"Oh, like what?"

"You know girl things." She twisted and smiled with her thumb in her mouth.

"Baby, I am not in a teasing, mood."

I pulled her close and kissed her on her lips, and spanked her ass. That's all she needed. She moved her hands all over me. I'm a big guy, 215 pounds, and she's fairly small, smaller than my wife, five foot-two, maybe 130 pounds. But don't let that fool you. She's more than a match for me.

I grabbed her two big butt cheeks, like hard jelly, and picked her off the ground, eye-level to me. She wasted no time. She lashed her tongue through my lips, past my teeth and probed my mouth. Her tongue felt cold; she needed it.

"I missed you," she said. "Your girls can only eat so much pussy and ass in one day. We've been going crazy for your dick."

"Yeah?" I pressed my mouth against her smooth throat. She groaned.

"All day," she reassured me.

"Well, I've been itching to fuck that little twat of yours, all the liv long day."

She got her hands into my briefs. She squeezed and yanked my dick around. She smiled like the devil.

"Let's do it," I said. I took off my pants, and she started unbuttoning hers. It took some trying, but she got them past her thighs. Her white, meaty flesh bulged out of their confinement. She shoved and kicked her pants off with her feet.

"Let me look at you," I said, turning her in my hands.

She raised her hands behind her head and tilted her hips. She was gorgeous, shapely and soft all around. I looked behind her ass. She circled on her toes. Fantastic.

I chuckled.

She untied the knot on her shirt, and freed her D-cup tits. She smiled and swung them across her body, like two sacks. I grabbed a flying breast and rubbed it between my fingers. She moaned softly. One of her hands climbed my back.

"This too?" she asked and snapped her green sheer panties. She wore them below her hips. The wisp of a material covered nothing. Her tuft of pubic hair bulged at the crotch.

"You're a damn tease." I shook my head. "You know that?"

"I don't tease," she said. "I deliver."

She gave me a big shove. I went reeling into the unmade bed.

"Sorry," I said, and put my hands up. "Didn't mean it, baby. Take it easy."

I pulled my shirt and underwear off. I pumped my muscles and smiled at her. Her blue eyes glittered in spite of the dim light in the room. She spread her magnificent legs. Truly a black man's dream. A curvy white chick with a thin waist, tight pussy and ass, and a nasty mouth. She slid her index finger into her hole. My dick grew. She bent her knees and twisted her fingers inside her cunt.

I bent her ass every which way. I kissed her a hundred times on her hips and down her thighs. She looked down on me and I smiled back. I opened her legs wide and she tried to pull away. But she couldn't budge, not with my strong hands gripping her legs. I bit her ass.

"Ouch. Hungry, aren't you?" she said. "Well eat my pussy, hungry-man."

I shook her quivering ass.

She popped her finger out, and licked off her spunk. Damn.

I lay back on the bed and she slid her bottom over me. She sat her ass on my chest, pubes just inches from my face. She grabbed the wall and then steadied her cunt into my mouth. Her hairs pressed against my nose. I excavated her wiry surface with my tongue. I probed the mountain of pubes, and then I found them sticking out, thick and meaty. I slurped her flapping pussy lips between my lips and sucked. Swish!

She pushed. "God! Tongue fuck me, Steve. Fuck my cunt with your mouth," she said.

I stretched my tongue as deep as it would go and licked out her tangy insides. I built up some saliva and licked the bitterness away. This chick was the honey, peaches, and the cream. Especially the cream. I made her pay with my appetite and drank deep from her pussy.

"Giddy up, cowpoke," she said, and bopped up and down, swinging her hips. "Ooo-eee!"

I smacked my lips and munched her cunt. Her juices flowed down my throat. She had her fun and rode me for a few minutes. Gradually she took on a steady rhythm, and pressed down on my face. I knew this part. I'd been here before. She quickened her pace. She bucked and shoved her cunt.

"Oh, Steve, fuck, fuck," she said. "I'm cumming, you pussy sucking, bastard." She used my chin and rode me up to my nose. Finally, her big white ass squeezed tight over my mouth.

"Ah, shit. Ah, shit," she said. She tilted her body back, hands pressing on the bed.

I pulled her down and pasted my lips on that patch of skin separating her cunt from her asshole. She tried to jump. But like I said, I'm a big man.

"Hey!" she screamed. She damn near blew up. Her body shook and trembled. I stuck my tongue between her butt cheeks, and then threw her back on my chest.

I panted. "Let me fuck you," I said.

"Okay," she said. "You have to fuck this country slut, I get it," she said, and sat back.

"Yeah, come on," I said, and helped her position my cock between her legs. She held it there. I wanted to push her down. She rolled her lips under her teeth. It still scared her.

She froze me with her green eyes. "I love fucking you, Steve," she said. "You know that, don't you? If all I ever had was your dick...You're just so big, it hurts sometimes."

"It'll get easier, you'll see." I gave her a little thrust. I pressed the knob into the outside center of her cunt. She felt slick and wet, but utterly impenetrable. Then, she turned her hips, and her cunt twisted apart, stretched, and opened. She blinked and grinned.

"Just a second," she said, shut her eyes, and grimaced.

I was in, but just barely, maybe four inches. Eight more to go. I squeaked my cock along her tight canal. I'm thick as hell and didn't want to tear her. I let her relax, and gave her vagina time to stretch. I read her face. She hummed and smiled. She sat her ass down inch by inch. She took her time. And then she breathed in and out and dropped the rest of me into her.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "Oh, fuck."

"My girl," I said.

She turned her face left and right and stroked her hair. She showed me how pretty she was. Pretty as they came. I rocked on my ass. I fucked her nice and gentle.

"You can go harder, now, Steve," she said.

I patted her legs. I got into a little rhythm, just like she liked it. She met my every thrust. She timed me like we'd been doing this forever.

"Okay, here we go." I clapped my dark hands against her thighs. She lifted her cunt half way along my cock and I fucked her in midair. Shit. She shook her hair, and buried my cock back into her with one long sweet movement.

"Fuck," she said, and sucked the spit through her teeth. She pushed her tits up and started hopping on me. I grabbed her by the hips. She took my hands off.

"No. Let me," she said. She stared into my eyes.

She put her hands on my chest, and climbed all the way up my cock, again. She took her cunt to a point where I barely hung in there. A draft licked my balls; then a pause; then a quick sudden drop. Slam! She shut her eyes tight. She repeated this five times.

She rolled her head. "Mmmph," she said. Her cunt slid up and down my pole. She was so tight! She moaned and opened her mouth, breathing quickly. She ran her hand down her throat.

"Oh, god," she said. "I came, again." I swallowed. Her long hair fell in front of her face. She shuddered like one of those George Romero zombies.

"Shake it off," I said.

A smile pierced through her sloppy canopy of hair.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she said.

She smiled, and hummed. I fucked her faster. She swerved he cunt. Her hands shaped her body. I leaned forward and sucked one of her rounded buds. I bit and sucked her, until I remembered I had to finish this quickie that had gotten out of hand.

"My turn to cum," I said.

She reached back and pressed my balls. She held her hand on my scrotum, while I rolled her wet cunt over me. I pushed her up and down, and sideways. I could do anything to her and she'd love it. I felt the rush into my cock and then saw her react as I filled her with my semen. She got it by the cup full. I'd seen it before. I knew I came like a horse.

I kept my hands on her hips. Her cunt quivered. Maybe it was me.

"Aghh!" I cried and collapsed. I couldn't move for a few seconds. I blinked. I caught my breath. I blinked, again. She giggled. She slid a few fingers into her hole from behind. When she removed them, thick globs dropped onto the bed.

"Ah, man. Help, help," she said. "Something to clean up." She got off the bed.

Her legs shook and trembled. She walked like a drunk. Her hands balanced against the wall, her legs pressed close together. She made it to her dresser and looked back. I smiled. She pulled out a drawer and grabbed some clothes.

My wife's voice called from above. "Dinner's ready. Wrap it up and get to the table."

"Pants," I said to Suze.

She threw me my pants, along with my underwear, and a rag. I wiped my stomach and tossed the rag back. She caught it, wiped herself, focusing on her pussy, and then dropped the soiled rag into a laundry basket.

I looked at her in genuine wonder. Could this last? How long would she stay? What would happen to us?

I walked to her, and slipped my hand around her waist and into her panties. Her stomach felt softer than usual. I fingered her poor, swollen cunt, and nibbled her ear. I kissed her hot cheek.

"Let's go eat," I said.

I pulled on my shirt and watched her get dressed in a loose pair of pajama bottoms that rode into her ass cheeks. She had nothing else on. She didn't need anything else. I pulled her tit into my mouth and gave her a long loving suck.

"Steve," she said. "I have something to tell you," she said. She looked nervous.

"What?"

She bit her lip. "Steve, I'm pregnant."

"Wow," I said. Wow.

"And you're the daddy."

I called Karen down, and told her the news. She already knew. She hugged and pressed her head to my chest.

"Why do you think I was cooking this special dinner?" said Karen.

We'd been trying for years. She told me later, she'd hoped one day we'd find the right partner to share our life with. We could make it work. We had an open trusting relationship. We'd find someone we both liked, and we'd get a kid that way. Then, Suze entered our lives and Karen got to know her. Maybe, just maybe, she was the one. We lived together and we fucked together. Karen wished for the best.

This was a happy day. Suze and Karen kissed deeply and passionately. They couldn't get their hands off each other. I got between them and put my arms around their shoulders. Everyone kissed and hugged. The girls cried. And dinner? Dinner could wait.

We got undressed and celebrated.