You Can't Take The Ghetto Out Of The Girl
Shannon had begged off going with us. She said she had a headache so I grabbed the girls and headed out. Our two girls were five and six and a half, and were the apples of my eye and loved their daddy, even more than the water park we were headed for.
"Crap," I said under my breath as we pulled into the park. The sign read,
Due to a water main break, the park would be closed until tomorrow
. "Sorry girls, we'll have to do it next weekend. Maybe mommy will feel better so she can go with us next week," I told them in my most sincere voice.
I knew that they were disappointed and more than a little down so I suggested, "why don't pick up pizza and surprise mommy with lunch?"
They got all excited and started jumping up and down. I let them pick out where we got the pizza, Chucky Cheese, and even what toppings to put on it. As we pulled up into our driveway, I told them to be very quiet so we could surprise mommy. We snuck into the house and put the pizza on the kitchen counter. I thought I could hear Shannon upstairs and I figured the noise from her TV would drown out our stomping up the hall.
Have you ever tried to sneak up on anybody with two little kids? They were snickering and trying their best not to laugh but their excitement was building. Outside our bedroom door we counted together, "one, two, three." And as I swung open the door we all yelled out "Surprise." But instead, we were the ones that got the surprise. There on our bed was my wife and the mother of my kids lying naked with a tall black man.
"What's that man doing to mommy?" One of my girls asked with a puzzled look on her face.
I grabbed the girls and led them down stairs, telling them to wait for me in the kitchen and ran back upstairs.
Shannon was crying and trying to say something when I told her to, "shut the hell up."
"I'm leaving with the girls and you two have ten minutes to get your black asses out of my house before I come back. If you're still here when I get back, I'm going to shoot you both where you stand, do you understand?" I screamed.
"Don't shoot man, I'm out of here," the guy pleaded.
My wife was on the bed crying when I grabbed her by the back of her hair, "that includes your black whoring ass too."
I walked back down stairs and told the girls we forgot to pickup soda and that we needed to go out again. We piled in the car and drove off. We went to the store, picked up a six-pack and headed back home.
How I held it together I'll never know. I was so damn hot from the anger I felt inside, I thought I'd explode.
"How the hell could she do this to me, and how long had she been screwing around?" were only two of a million questions I wanted answers to.
When we got back, her car was gone so I went upstairs. It looked like she'd packed a couple of bags and left. I came down stairs and told the girls' mommy must have gone out but we'd have our own pizza party anyway.
That was one long afternoon. I steamed in silence as the kids played video games. As night fell I gave them a bath, put them into bed and kissed them goodnight. They asked about mommy but I made up excuses and they were young enough to believe them.
I'd met Shannon in college. We were in the same business class and sat across from each other. She was very nice looking so after class one day I asked her out for lunch.
"Hi, my names Dan," I said with my best smile. "If you've got the time, you want to grab a bite?"
She looked me up one side and down the other before replying that she didn't date little honky white boys.
A little taken back, I replied that I normally don't date black ghetto trash, but in her case I'd make an exception.
We both looked at one another and laughed. "I'm Shannon," she said. "And I'd love to have lunch with you," she said with a smile.
You see, I was white and Shannon was black and were attending a college in the South. It took about eleven lunches, three diners and two movies before we became a couple.
She told me that her mother raised her and her two brothers, after their dad left. About how her mother was tough as nails, and said that young black men had only one thing on their mind, "so girl, you'd better keep your legs crossed." My big brothers kept the riff raft away from me, so I could work my way out of the projects and make something of myself.
I on the other hand, came from an upper middle class family. My parents drove home that fact that there were no free rides and that if you wanted anything in life you had to work for it. I had only an older sister, who married well, by age twenty. So we didn't have a lot in common, other than we both wanted the best out of life and were not afraid of a little hard work.
After dating for about six months, Shannon took me home to meet her family and I did the same the following month. Neither family was quiet sure what to make of it, but at least they didn't judge us. After two years we got engaged and life became a whole lot more complicated for both our families. The only redeeming fact was that both our mothers got along. They wanted the best for their kids, and if we wanted to get married, well so be it.
They did sit us down and say that black and white marriages were not a walk in the park. However, if we loved each other, that was all that mattered. My sister loved Shannon and her brother's Terry and Kevin would do anything for me because of the way I treated their little sister.
Sex with Shannon was hot to say the least. She was about 5'9", 135 lbs, small breasts and a nice small but round ass. We had sex for the first time after dating for seven months. She came back to my place after a party and although we were a little drunk, she was the one making the advances.
"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.
"You don't want me?"
"Hell yes," I replied.
She was beautiful. Her short hair glistened and her body was perfect. I kissed her full lips before wetting her upper and lower lips with my tongue. I sucked on her bottom lip, licked it again and kissed her hard. We swapped spit and tongues for what seemed like hours all the while exploring each other's bodies.
I loved her long brown nipples and they became hard as soon as my lips inhaled them. I licked and sucked one while I twisted the other making a small moan escape her lips. I was in no hurry and really wanted this night to be special. Shannon wasn't shaved but was trimmed very short. With one finger, I explored her pussy and found it to be wet as I went in to the first knuckle.
I kissed and cupped her small breasts, licked her stomach and stopped short of her pussy. I leaned up to kiss her once more and then dove into her honey pot.
"Oh my God," is all I heard as I licked and sucked her wet cunt. I ended up moving between her thighs so I could raise up her legs to get better access to her pussy.
Shannon was moaning and moving beneath me as I hung on. Every once in a while she'd let out a loud moan begging me not to stop as she held onto my head. She had dark, almost black outer pussy lips but was a pretty pink on the inside. She loved it when I'd spread her lips wide and drive my tongue deep inside her. With my tongue in her pussy I felt her cum the first time. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it tightly to her cunt as she moved it across my face.
With a coating of pussy juice all over my face, I crawled up and began to kiss and tongue her. The taste of her pussy juice on my lips drove her nuts. I went back down and concentrated just on her clit this time. I pulled back the little hood and exposed it. Flicking the tip of my tongue on her clit would cause her hips to rise off the bed. I inserted one than two fingers into her now soppy nest.
Shannon was now moaning non-stop and crying out that it felt so good and that she wanted me inside. She went off for the second time when I started sucking on her clit while finger fucking her. I could feel her tight pussy muscles grip my fingers as she let go. I was hard as a rock, so lubing up the head with her pussy juice I eased in.
I planned on going slow, until Shannon wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me all the way in. She gasped, was motionless for a few seconds before she started pushing back against my strokes. We started off slow but after a minute or so, were banging hard against each other. I was so horny that within five minutes I started shooting and Shannon followed right behind me. I pumped load after load into that pussy until I started to shrink and finally just flopped out of her. She grabbed me, and smothered me with kisses.
"That was the best sex I've ever had," she exclaimed almost crushing me. There was a slight pause before she leaped to her feet. "Holly shit," she screamed. "We didn't use a condom," she cried out.
"You're not on the pill?" I asked.
"NO! Never had to worry about that until tonight." She replied with this horrified look on her face.
We made it through that scare but she went on the pill the following week. She said she'd fooled around with a few boys when she was in high school, but had only let them have a little finger action before stopping them. She was basically a virgin until last night.
Two weeks later, and on the pill, we spent the weekend in bed, and what a weekend it was. We sucked and fucked until we both could barely walk. She became a great little cocksucker and had no problem taking my six inches all the way down her throat.
We were inseperateable after that weekend. We rotated holidays between the families as they both expected us to get married after graduation. We had both white and black friends who were envious as hell that we were so much in love and had made it work so well.
As a wedding gift, my parents gave us my grandparents two bedroom home free and clear. I got, through my dad's connections, a great marketing job and after a year was making more money than I'd ever dreamed. Shannon worked in a legal office and though the hours were long at times, really had a good future there.
That is, until she got pregnent. It wasn't planned but we accepted it. A year and a half later we had our second and Shannon quit work to raise our two girls. Just after the second baby, her mom moved in and stayed with us for almost four months to help out. That's when her mom and I became really close. Her brothers still loved to torment me every chance they got but would do anything for us.
It took a lot of arm-twisting but I talked them both into going back to school. I told them if they did well, I'd put in a good word with the sales manager to get them jobs. We had everything we'd ever dreamed of and I thought nothing could spoil it for us. That is, until Chris came to town.
Chris was a cousin of one of Shannon's closest friends. He came down for an extended visit from New York. He didn't have a steady job and only worked construction when he needed the money or couldn't sponge off of someone else. He was about 6'2", 210 lbs and built like a body builder. He had all the girls swooning when he walked by.
"Damm, I'd sure like to try some of that stuff," one would say.
