Chapter 2: These Tits Were Made for Fucking
Beth groaned when the alarm went off and rolled on her side as David got up. "You really have to go to work?" she complained. Her thighs felt damp and her hard nipples scraped against the bed sheet.
The little sleep she'd gotten had been filled with strange dreams. In one she'd been a mannequin, dressed in last night's sexy lingerie while Titus and David stared up at her, the black man telling David how good his wife would look wearing it. In another, she was nude in a farmyard while giant black feathered roosters were chasing her around. Most of the other dreams she couldn't remember, but they were sexual and left her in a hyper-aroused state.
"Just today," answered David, meekly. "Tax season is coming up and the boss wants me to do some prep work on our bigger accounts."
"You should tell him no occasionally, it's Christmas break for god's sake. You let him boss you around too much."
"That's what bosses do, hence the name."
Beth fell back asleep while David was in the shower, but he woke her back up turning the closet light on so that he could dress. She rolled on her back, groaning in complaint, and pulled his pillow over her head. Her hand reached out for the nightstand, encountering her skin cream before finding her sleeping mask. She pulled it over her eyes and shoved the pillow aside. She heard him leave and fell back asleep. She dreamed again. This time she was a fairy dancing around a black mushroom with a bulbous helmet-shaped cap. Her nude winged body polished the stem of the large fungi until it erupted a fountain of white liquid. She quickly danced under the fountain and began ecstatically washing her body with the white liquid spores.
Beth awoke again but was groggy from lack of sleep when she felt David's heavy weight press down on the bed. She groaned in objection, wondering what he was doing as he tugged at the bed covers. He grabbed her ankle and pulled at her leg. She tried to kick out in protest, but he just grabbed her other ankle and his grip was stronger than usual. Beth groaned again and tried to turn on her side, but he held her firm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep. What the hell was David doing? He pulled her legs open and scooted forwards. She came fully awake when the large flat tongue licked up her wet slit. Beth opened her legs wider for him as the tongue began lapping at her vagina. Her sleepy groan of protest turned to moans of pleasure. This was exactly what she needed, and it had been a while since he'd gone down on her.
Beth bit her lip trying to fight it, but her hips started humping up into that lapping tongue. She reached out and grabbed handfuls of the mattress cover, her fists clenching. It was shameful the way her body was reacting to David's incredibly prehensile tongue. He'd never shown such eagerness or such skill for that matter. Big hands slipped under her thighs, grabbing, and squeezing her butt cheeks when she lifted herself off the bed. The hands moved over her hips and up her sides, the rough hands caressing her breasts. She bit her lip again when her throat started making mewling noises. Her belly was undulating, and she gave up fighting it, gasping out loud now, letting her husband know how much she was enjoying this as she moaned The hands on her breasts suddenly moved up. She cried out and came when he pinched both her hard nipples. Her entire lower body lifted into his fantastic tongue before dropping back down to the bed.
The orgasm lasted longer than any of her previous ones, helped along by the pressure on her nipples. "Wow! That was the best ever," she whispered, panting from the pleasurable exertion. David did something else unusual, he didn't stop. His right hand moved down her body and between her legs while his left index finger made little circles around her left nipple. Two thick fingers slipped between the folds of her labia and pushed deep. He started working the fingers in and out of her vagina while his tongue flickered over her protruding clitoris. What had been complete satisfaction a minute ago, turned into a growing need for another orgasm. Her hips rose into each thrust of his fingers. Another orgasm started growing from all the stimulation. Sex had never felt this good. She couldn't be mad at this man for his stupid bet or for not kicking his brother out. Everything was forgiven. She had to reward him somehow and the only thing that came to mind was for her to repay him the same way, but liberated women did not get men off with their mouths. The second orgasm came, and it was bigger than the last. She screamed this time before clamping her mouth shut to hide her embarrassment over her wanton behavior. His fingers felt better than his tongue had, they even felt longer and thicker than his penis. She collapsed back down on the mattress nearly passed out from the pleasure.
Beth came back to her senses, aware that the same tongue that had given her so much pleasure was now licking up the sides of her pubic mound. Both hands had returned to her breasts. The fingers of his right hand, on her left nipple, felt wet from her vaginal fluids. Odd that David was using his right hand when he was left-handed? Big lips planted a kiss on her bellybutton, the tip of his tongue wiggling inside and making her suck her stomach in as she gasped. His tongue licked up the top of her stomach towards her breasts. Two huge orgasms yet still her arousal came back with an almost painful need for more from his skillful ministrations. She writhed in lust beneath him as his body climbed over hers. Beth gasped in joy when the broad lips clamped down over one nipple and sucked it in. Her legs spread wide to receive her husband.
Deep down, she knew what was happening. The weight on the bed, the wrong hand, the broadness of the shoulders, plus the simple fact that this man seemed skilled at what he was doing told her this wasn't David. But the pleasure was too intense for her to make him stop and she blamed her groggy sleepy state. She did come to her senses when the large head of his penis began to push past her labia. Her vaginal lips parted wide around the head, opening wider than ever before and the shameless muscles in her vagina began trying to grip the head to pull it deep inside her. Beth's hands flew down to the strong shoulders and she pushed hard. Titus didn't budge, but she slid up the bed and away from the probing end of that thing between his legs. She quickly squeezed her thighs together.
"What gives, baby?"
Beth flicked the sleep mask off and looked in horror at the black man's rugged face hovering over her breasts. Everywhere under his broad flat nose was slick and wet from her arousal. "What are you doing?"
"Thought we'd fuck." He looked surprised that she was rejecting him like his mind couldn't comprehend being turned down. "You can't tell me that you don't want to find out what a real man's cock feels like?"
"NO! I don't want that thing in me." His eyes narrowed for a moment and the intensity of the gaze made her shiver. "I'm married to your brother for god's sake."
