I had noticed them since they started coming to the YMCA gym together on Thursdays, two sexy black eighteen year olds, real ghetto types. They worked out together, and from the way they cavorted down in the locker room, I had a feeling they might like to get down and dirty with each other. I had talked to them and learned they lived down in the projects on the South Side and liked to come down to the "Y" gym to work out. They were two of the hottest, nastiest black teens you could ever hope to lay your eyes on. And I just happen to have this thing for nasty black girls. I couldn't keep my eyes off them when they had scampered down to the locker room and stripped off their clothes, revealing naked brown bodies, sleek and sinuous and muscled, glistening from the sweat of hard athletic activity. The sight of those young naked brown bodies made my clit twitch every time! Sleek though they were, they both had nice round breasts topped by big brown nipples.
Brenda was very dark, her skin the hue of bittersweet chocolate, her hair in dreadlocks. She'd come from Jamaica when she was a little girl. Cherise was lighter, a young mocha beauty who moved with a raunchy 'street' grace and had some striking tattoos punctuating the expanse of her smooth brown skin. And what both of them had in common were two really vivid, really thick pubic bushes down below. I loved that! These days when so many women, especially young ones, teens, shave down there, these two had decided to stay 'natural,' and those shags of theirs were so thick too. Not only that, when they lifted their arms I could see they didn't shave their pits either; those pits of theirs were nice and furry.
Now after our workouts, all three of us were down in the locker room, stripping off our soaked gym clothes, naked and ready to shower.
"You in shape, girl," Cherise said to me, eyeballing my naked body with frank interest, as did Brenda.
"Thanks," I said, "you two have a pair of cute tight bods yourselves."
Then, suddenly, the woman who managed the gym walked in and announced that there was a plumbing problem and we couldn't use the showers.
"Aw shit! And we both really need to take a fuckin' shower," Brenda said to Cherise, then turned to address me, "see, they're fixin' some shit down in the projects and we ain' had no fuckin' water there for a couple of days. So we ain' been takin' showers and we was hopin' to take one here."
"Yeah," Cherise said, "we both pretty funky; we must reek like two fuckin' crack ho's! We ain' even been botherin' to change panties and shit 'til they fix them pipes and stuff."
I smiled. Sitting naked on the bench, just a few feet from me, they did smell pungent. But for me, a devotee of strong-smelling female bodies, pleasantly so. Though somehow knowing that these two brown-skinned 18 year old ghetto tramps hadn't washed themselves or changed their panties in many days was now strangely, and deeply, arousing to me.
"Why don't you two come back to my place with me and shower there," I said to them, scheming, loving the idea of getting these two lithe black beauties behind closed doors
They liked that idea a lot and soon the three of us were heading back to my place, Brenda in the passenger seat, Cherise in the back.
"God, we must really be stinkin' up your car," Brenda said, giggling, and I had to admit that in the close confines of my car these two unwashed cuties, after days of not showering, not changing clothes, and then working out vigorously, sure gave off quite an aroma! Sharp, funky and, at the same time, very feminine, and somehow very alluring.
When we got to my place we immediately stripped down. We'd seen each other naked many times, but always in a gym locker room. Now here we were at my place, the two sleek black teens shedding their clothes right in front of me as I stripped down too. Lust was definitely in the air as we eyed each other provocatively.
"Damn! These panties are soaked!" Brenda said, pulling hers down and off as Cherise did the same. Mine, too, were soaked from the heavy workout. Plus, it was a hot, humid day. The scent of three funky, sweaty women was in the air, the two unwashed jocks adding more than their share.
"Let me feel those soaked panties," I said, reaching out a hand to Brenda, "yours too, Cherise."
With a lewd giggle they handed me their two pairs of cotton bikini panties. They weren't kidding. Those panties of theirs weren't merely damp, they were soaked, drenched! I brought the two pairs up to my face, smelling them, rubbing them against my cheeks, sniffing the wet crotches.
"Mmmmmmh, pretty funky!" I purred, taking in the rich, sharp aroma of the damp fabric, fabric which reeked of sweat and cunt. "Now lift your arms."
They both lifted their arms to reveal tufts of curls in their brown pits. I stepped right up and started lapping away at those pungent, wet, salty and hairy pits of theirs.
"Shee-it, this bitch is freaky!" Brenda said to Cherise as I lapped away at all four damp pits.
"I think the bitch likes the smell of funky brown ho's like you and me, huh Cherise?" Cheryl cackled.
"Let's see your panties, Molly," Brenda said, bending down to pick up my panties off the floor, bringing them up to her nose to sniff, smiling lewdly, letting Cherise smell them now as she rubbed my panties against her girlfriend's face. Then Brenda peeked inside my panties and turned them inside out. I was still lapping away at their wet, funky armpits.
"Look at this!" Brenda said, her eyes bright and lips curling up in a knowing smile. And there, for all three of us to see, was the seat of my panties all exposed, with a nice, vivid brown streak running down its length.
"Guess you didn't wipe yourself too good, girl," Cherise purred teasingly.
"Didn't wipe your shi'hole," Brendra added provocatively.
I blushed, embarrassed that the signs of my toilet neglect were there for the two of them to see. I tried to explain, blushing a little, I knew.
"I had just taken a shit this morning and was wiping my ass when the phone rang in the other room," I started to tell them. "I went to get it and it was my sister on the phone. She goes on and on and on, and by the time I got off with her and hung up I guess I had forgotten that I hadn't finished wiping myself clean. Pretty embarrassing, huh?"
It should've been embarrassing, very embarrassing, but for some reason it kind of excited me, confessing all this, telling these two sexy black teen girls how I had taken a shit and neglected to wipe myself clean. They were being so brash about being funky and unwashed and sweaty and pungent, so why not get nice and funky right along with them.
"You don't soun' all that fuckin' embarrassed," Cherise said, looking up at me, gazing into my eyes. And truthfully, I wasn't. Somehow, under the circumstances, the three of us all sweaty, the two of them unwashed and smelling very 'natural' to say the least, all three pairs of panties damp and funky, the telltale signs of my carelessly wiped shithole exposed like this to the two of them on my brown-streaked panties, aroused rather than embarrassed me.
Now Brenda brought up the seat of my panties and pressed her nose right up against the brown streak.
"Mmmmmh, pretty funky!" Cherise said, curling up her pretty nose, then letting Brenda have a look and a whiff.
"C'mon Molly, we want to see that unwiped shi'hole of yours," Cherise said.
I looked them in the eye, the two of them smiling mischievously, not quite believing that all this was happening. But my clit was twitching and my head was spinning with arousal. So without any further ado, I scampered up on the bed on elbows and knees, like a dirty alley cat in heat, and stuck out my sexy bottom for the two of them.
They got behind me on the bed, coming close, and looking over my shoulder, I could see Brenda reaching down to hold my smooth buttocks wide open, her hands now finally on me, those hands feeling sublime.
"Aw fuck, look at that, it sho' do look a little filthy back here," Brenda said. "I think we need to wipe this dirty shi'hole, clean. Don't you, Cherise?"
"Fuck yeah!" Cherise groaned excitedly, licking her lips.
The next thing I felt was Brenda's wet, warm tongue digging between my cheeks, into my crack, pressing into my carelessly wiped bottom. The seat of my panties was streaked a vivid brown, which meant there was probably still some residue of shit clinging to my asshole, and here was Brenda hungrily lapping away at that unclean hole! I could hardly believe this was happening, but it was, and I loved it, craved it, craved how it felt, craved the sheer, raw nastiness of it.