Paige groaned in sheer ecstasy as her body was racked by yet another orgasm. Her form shook as pleasure washed over her while somehow striving to maintain her position on her hands and knees. Mike's assault on Paige's married pussy was relentless; Paige prayed he wouldn't let up, that this feeling would last forever. Her right hand gripped the sheets of her marital bed while her left braced herself against the headboard as her massive white tits swayed rhythmically back and forth with Mike's thrusts. In a moment, her eyes focused on a glimmer that sparkled for just a second. It was her wedding ring; her sign of love and devotion to her husband... her Mark. Suddenly, she felt a large Black hand grab her right breast, and she smiled and growled, "Fuck me harder, Daddy, fucking harder!!" Mike grabbed her long hair in his fist and yanked it back forcefully, as his thick Black cock started to pummel Paige for all she was worth. Paige was lost in the moment; nothing else mattered but the massive Black cock inside her and the Black man who claimed her with it. Mike pinched her nipple and twisted making Paige moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure feeling another orgasm rising.
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Paige awoke startled by the vibrating of her phone on her nightstand. She reached out and picked it up to read 7:30 on the screen; time to get Faith back to college. She put the phone down only to see the mess she had made in the bed; her panties and sheets were soaked through. She knew why but felt that knowing was almost as strange as not knowing. She really didn't have sex dreams, yet for one to be so vivid and real and with a man who wasn't her husband... it was just shameful! She went and got a dry towel to place over the wet spot in the bed in case Mark rolled over and started the shower to wash away the scent of her lurid dreams.
A short time later, she drove up to her parents' ranch style home and honked twice to signal her arrival. The drive to Greensboro was 3 hours each way, and Paige knew that if she stepped foot in that house that she would be kept in there for hours and would miss getting back home before nightfall later that day. Faith came bouncing out of the front door wearing her faded blue cutoff jean shorts and a red tank top with a blue duffel bag slung across her torso and a matching blue suitcase dragged behind. She loaded them into the truck bed of Paige's Dodge Ram saying, "Can you help me get the boxes? There only three of them?"
"Oh no! You're not getting me to go inside there right now. Bring them outside the door and I'll load them, but you say your goodbyes to Mom and Dad in the meantime; you know it'll take a minute," replied Paige.
Faith laughed and nodded in agreement. She bounded back inside, and as boxes appeared one by one outside the door, Paige loaded them into the truck as she promised. When finished, she climbed back into the cab and waited. And waited. And waited. Twenty minutes after Paige climbed into the cab, Faith came out the front door, climbed into the passenger's seat, and off they drove.
They drive was mostly silent, punctuated by the occasional song that would make one or both of them sing. It was a good sisterly bonding moment; the kind close sisters should have before spending months apart. As they pulled up to Faith's dorm, Faith exclaimed, "I don't want this to end just yet; do you have time to grab lunch with me before you have to get back?"
Paige looked at the clock, which read 12:07 pm. She smiled and replied, "Yeah, I can make that work."
"Yay!" shouted Faith as she hugged her big sister. They climbed out of the truck, each grabbed a bag, and headed to Faith's room. As they entered, the familiar face turned to great them. "Myra!" Faith shrieked as she dropped her bag and bullrushed her friend, practically tackled her short, blonde friend to the ground. As they stood, Faith towered over Myra's 5 foot even height. They had been friends since Freshman year in nursing classes, when Myra was shy for being overweight and smart, but after meeting Faith, they became the best of friends and then the shyness and being overweight just didn't matter anymore.
"I see you brought the minifridge and loveseat again, awesome!" Faith called out gleefully. "I swear Paige; I have fallen asleep with a textbook in my hands so many times on that thing!" Naughty thoughts of what else she could do on that couch flooded Faith's mind, "Thank you, Shaman," though Faith to herself.
"I have to run out to get a few more things, but I'll be back this evening," Myra offered.
"That's fine," replied Faith. "We're going to finish bringing in my things and grab lunch before Paige drives home."
"Sounds great! Enjoy lunch!" proclaimed Myra as she hugged Faith and left the dorm room. Faith and Paige followed downstairs shortly thereafter and brought up the remaining items from Paige's truck. They made sure most of the items were put in their proper place before returning to the truck once more, climbing inside, and going to Faith's favorite burger restaurant.
They were both seated at a booth with a clear view into the kitchen. When a plain brunette wearing glasses and an apron with the restaurant's name over her forest green t-shirt and loose fitting dark blue jeans came up to them, she asked, "Can I get you something to drink?"
Paige responded, "Two strawberry shakes, please!"
"Actually, make one of those chocolate, please" jumped in Faith.
"Two shakes coming up in two shakes of a lamb's tail!" replied the waitress, giggling to herself as she walked away. Faith watched the waitress as she walked away. While clearly nerdy and mousy, she thought the waitress was cute and her choice of attire might be hiding the body of a future snowbunny.
"Chocolate?" Paige questioned.
"Yeah.. I've had a taste for it since Italy; it's REALLY good there," replied Faith literally and figuratively.
Paige didn't know if Faith had more than one meaning in her words, but her mind flashed back to the night before and her lurid dream with Mike the Marine. Her thighs inadvertently rubbed tightly together. "So what's your toughest class going to be this semester?" asked Paige, desperately trying to change the subject.
Faith thought about it. Nursing school hadn't been easy, but at the same time, she hadn't struggled either. "I'm not sure," Faith answered, "BUT I know I'll love Professor Walker's class. He's supposed to be very smart, engaging, and interesting!" Faith also knew him to be Black, but she couldn't see how that could change the course.
In that moment, the waitress returned with the shakes and placed them in front of the sisters. Faith glanced at the nametag on her apron; it read 'JENNY'. "Thank you, Jenny," said Faith with a smile.
Jenny looked at Faith and smiled back softly. "You're welcome." Flustered a bit, Jenny paused then shook her head a bit. "Now what can I get for your lunch?"
"A patty melt for me, Paige?" replied Faith.
"A southwest salad, please," answered Paige.
"A salad?!" a shocked Faith shouted.
