Waking up next to Shira was odd. She had turned over in the night and I had two very large firm tits pressing into my chest. Her right leg was jammed between my legs, and her upper thigh was pressed tightly into my groin. If Shira woke up she would be able to feel my erection now. I used my left arm and pushed her leg down as I tried to extricate myself. As I slid over the black girl I saw that the T-shirt had ridden up and one breast was exposed, fingertip sized nipple and all. The areola seemed to cover the whole end of the tit and was just a little darker than her skin color. The bottom of the shirt was wound up and between her mammoth tits. When I was finally able to stand up at the side of the bed I also saw that her ass was completely exposed. I stood there staring at it for a moment before I saw the strip of red fabric around her waist showing that she was wearing a thong. Amazing that anyone with an ass that big would want floss between the cheeks.
I left her there and took some clothes into the bathroom to get ready for the day. When I opened the door Shira was standing there waiting for me. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she slipped past me into the bathroom.
I did pancakes and sausage for breakfast. As we were eating Shira asked me what I had planned for today.
"I don't really have anything in mind. On days off like today I usually go to the library or go shopping. I like to spend time in the malls and parks and watch the passersby. Did you want to do anything?"
"Watch the pretty girls you mean. I was wondering if you would be willing to take me by mama's so I can get a couple of things I'll need for work tomorrow. I had a message on my phone last night that I was hired and could start Sunday at noon. I need to pick up my original SSN card and some sensible shoes to work in."
"No problem Shira. Do you want me to come in, or drop you off and come back?"
"I think mama needs to meet you and get her mad over with. Thank you for last night, Donald. I was really feeling lonely and you felt good."
"You are welcome, Shira, but let's not make a habit of it please. I think we need to keep this relationship to being friends."
"If you say so, but damn those movies got me hot. I rubbed myself off in the shower, but that only helps so much. I really need some loving."
"I'll stop at the adult store down the street and get you a big black vibrator. You'll probably meet a couple of guys at work that can scratch that itch, just don't bring them back here. I don't think the futon could handle that. You also have to remember that they might know Dewayne and let him know where you are."
"You really don't want to do me, Donald?"
"No, Shira, I don't. You also might consider going to the nearest free clinic to get tested for STD's. You know that your last boyfriend was cheating, but you don't know who with and for how long. It would be a sensible step."
"Damn, you're right. I do need to do that. Let me get online and find out where a clinic is. I need to take care of that as soon as I can."
A little later as I was putting the breakfast dishes away she came into the kitchen. "Here is another reason to go to mama's. I need some proof that I live in the county before they'll see me, and they aren't open till Tuesday Evening at five."
"The hell with that, we'll just go to the Urgent Care and you can pay me back later. Are you ready to go?"
"Sure, let's go. I will pay you back, Donald, and for the other thing as well."
"That's okay, just please don't play with it when I am here."
I did what I said I would and got Shira an 8" black dildo with vibration at the adult movie place. I used to go in there to watch the videos in the quarter booths, but I got creeped out by all the queers hanging around in the place. I also found that I can get more movies on more varied subjects free on the web. Spending 10 bucks to get my rocks off while avoiding the fagots was not even worth it. Shira really made my day by saying that the 8" model was a bit smaller than her boyfriend had been. When she said that his brother was even bigger I felt "just wonderful".
I decided to get the Urgent Care visit out of the way and we stopped in there next. The looks I got from the people in there were really quite amusing. Everyone was sure that I was fucking Shira, and they were wondering which of us was the most desperate. It took two hours for them to take the samples and to check her out. After I paid the sixty bucks she was given a number to call in 48 hours to get the results. If further treatment was needed she would be told then.
Bashira's mother lived in an apartment complex that looked like government low-income housing. There was garbage stacked up around the dumpsters and all along the streets. All the screens I could see were torn and several windows were boarded up, to include the ones in her mother's door.
Shira had called to say that her roommate was going to bring her by, so we were expected, in a manner of speaking.
"Mama, this is Donald Bergstrom. He is the guy who saved me from Dewayne at WalMart, and he is helping me out for now."
"Oh damn, Baby. Dewayne was bad enough, but this ugly white boy is gonna be nothin' but trouble. Why you have to go and shack up with someone like him? Ain't I taught you nothin' about people?"
"I understand why you would be concerned Mrs. Jones. I feel somewhat responsible for Shira's situation so I am trying to help. She is not paying for this in my bed and will not have to in the future. She has a job and is starting work tomorrow, and when she has saved enough I will help her to find a place of her own. In the meantime the only payment I require is her company. I find that I am not so lonely when she is around."
The poor woman looked at me with a befuddled expression, and then turned to her daughter. "Did he say what I think he said, you're not fucking him?"
"No, Mama, he doesn't want to. Besides, Dewayne was screwing all those white sluts and I had to get tested to see what kind of shit he might have given me."
Mrs. Jones looked at me then, "What's the matter, she not good enough for you?"
"No Ma'am, that's not it at all. She was just used by one man and I would like her to know that not all men are like that. If she is careful she may find a man who will love and cherish her as she deserves. I have plans to find a woman for me and she will be much more mature than Shira. I don't think a young girl would be willing to stay with me."
"He's gonna advertise for a divorcee who is tired of cheating men mama. He says that being faithful and a good provider should catch him a wife."
"That's all I really have to offer, Ma'am, being ugly and a lousy lover are not attractive features. I'm afraid that someone young like Shira would quickly get bored and leave. I can see no reason to take the risk."
"He thinks Dewayne stretched me out too much to be able to like fucking him, Mama."
"Oh come on boy, she wasn't with him that long, and he ain't that damn big anyway."
"I fear that it would be similar to the situation of the Tommy and the French girl, Ma'am. Do you know the story?"
"Tommy and Frenchy? No, ain't never heard o' that one."
"Well, you know about the conditions during World War One, right? The artillery was shooting day and night and the shells going through the clouds were seeding them and causing there to be almost constant rain. The trenches the men were fighting out of were rivers of mud.
"The French peasants near the fighting were having trouble feeding themselves and some of the women were selling their bodies to get food. One young British soldier, a Tommy, was approached by a French girl and told that she would exchange sex for his ration for the day. He thought that this was a good trade and agreed. The girl lay back against a muddy embankment and lifted her dress. The Tommy dropped his trousers and placed himself between her legs and began to thrust at her.
"Oh no, Monsieur, you are not in me, you are in zee mud."
"Well the Tommy pulled back and tried again and again the girl said, "No, no, you are in zee mud."
"So he pulled back and tried again, this time the girl said, "Wee, wee, I think that you are in me now." The Tommy thrust at her for a bit, then pulled back again and said, "To hell with this, put it back in the mud."
The two women looked at me like I was totally insane. I think the joke may have gone right over their heads.
"You saying my daughter is a whore?"
"No, no, not at all. I'm saying that I am not big enough to provide her or me any satisfaction from sex. She might have trouble even telling that I am there. I said that I was a lousy lover, and that is one of the reasons. She is used to much more than I could ever do. I'd much rather have her as a friend than as someone who screws me just to be nice. It would be too much like going to a prostitute and I have done enough of that for one life. I usually felt worse afterwards, not better."
"I don't think it would be that bad, Mama, but I'm not going to push it. Now I need to get the stuff I came for, Donald is taking me to La Fiesta for lunch. Would it be okay if Mama came along, Donald? She loves Mexican food."
"Fine by me, Shira. Can I help with anything?"
"No, Donald, I should be able to fit everything into a bag I left in Sabura's and my room. I'll just be a few minutes."
Again Shira surprised me by being no longer than she had said. After no more than 15 minutes we were on the way to the restaurant.
Mrs. Jones sat in the back seat as Shira would have trouble fitting back there. During the meal Mrs. Jones asked me to call her Evelyn and wanted to know more about my future plans, especially what kind of woman I was looking for.
"Would it matter if she were black, Donald?"
"Why, Evelyn, do you have another daughter? You certainly don't look old enough to have one much older than Shira."
"No, she and Sabura are my only children. I was thinking more of my little sister. Donna is only twenty-nine but she has gone through two husbands and three or more boyfriends. Most of them treat her like shit and they all cheated. I think she has about given up on men, but she needs someone to take care of her and her kids. She leaves them with me when she works, but decent jobs are hard to come by for a black woman who dropped out of school."
"Mama, not Aunt Donna. Those brats of hers will drive poor Donald crazy, besides, I ain't quite ready to give up on him yet."
"Well, she sounds like what he was talking about, Honey. Hell, he don't look half as bad as a couple of those assholes she was dating."
"Does she look like your mother, Shira?"
"Well, yeah. She's maybe a little taller with bigger tits, but they do look a lot alike."
"Then I thank you, Evelyn. When I get set up with a good job I will ask you about possibly dating her. Looks and color aren't that important, and I would be happy to meet her."
When we got back to Evelyn's house to drop her off, we had trouble. There was a ratty old Nissan at the curb and Dewayne was standing on the porch banging on the door.
I pulled up in front of Evelyn's place and reached into the console for the forty-five.
"You two stay in here unless I say otherwise."
"Donald, what are you doing with that gun?"
"What gun, Shira? I don't see a gun."
With that I opened the door and got out. I leaned against the car hiding the Colt.
"Hey!" I yelled, "Can't you take a hint? When you get thrown in jail it means that you are not welcome here. Mrs. Jones has a warrant against you and if she calls the police you will go to jail again."
Dewayne turned and started towards me. "You again! This ain't non of your concern Whitey. I ain't goin' nowhere till I talk to Shira. Bitch has got it all wrong."
I pulled the Colt up and lay it across the top of the car pointed right at him.
"Stop right there! This is a Colt forty-five and will blow a hole as big as your fist right through you at this range." From the corner of my eye I saw movement at the other car. "If your buddy doesn't get back into the car I'm going to shoot you first, and then I'll blow his head off. You have already been arrested for armed violence, so I'm justified in my actions."
Dewayne stopped in his tracks, and when I glanced to the left I saw the car door closing back.
"Now you are going to leave and not come back. If Bashira wishes to talk to you, she will call you."
"But she won't answer my calls. I been calling her a bunch and she don't answer."
"She blocked you idiot. She doesn't want to talk to you right now. Now get out of here and don't come back."
Dewayne stomped over to the Nissan and got into the passenger side, slamming the door. The car pulled away. I put the Colt into my pocket.
"Okay ladies, the excitement is over. You can come out now."
Bashira jumped out, "Donald, where the hell did you get that gun? I ain't seen that before."
"What gun, Shira? I don't have a gun."
Evelyn got out then. "Quiet child, the man says he ain't got no gun, he ain't got no gun. Thank you, Donald, that could have gotten nasty. You don't fuck around, do you boy?"
I walked around the car and gave her a big hug. "It seemed the best way to handle the situation, Evelyn. Thank you for joining us for dinner. Perhaps I will see you again sometime."
"Oh, you gonna see me again, Mr. Smoothtongue. Now take Shira home and give her one of those hugs."
Shira was quiet until we pulled up into the parking place at the apartment. "Would you really have killed him just for trying to see me, Donald?"
"I would have held off as long as possible, and then shot into the ground first, but yes, if he and the other man had continued I would have shot them both. I couldn't really take a chance with them, and that neighborhood didn't look like I was likely to get any help."
"No, nobody would have gotten involved. You are right about that. But Dewayne wouldn't have hurt me."
"He has shown otherwise, Shira. Wait a few days, then give him a call and see just how much he threatens you. Until he is taught otherwise, that is how he will respond to pressure. That is the basic thug mentality. It will take more than a little pepper spray to change that habit."
Shira was quiet for a while after that. She had picked up some movies from her mother's, and we watched them with popcorn and beer. As I was got up to go to bed she stepped over and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, Donald. You are right and he would probably have hurt us without you there. I don't know how he is going to learn not to respond to everything with violence, but he needs to."
Bashira went in to work the next day and seemed to do well. The training was not hard for her and by the end of the shift she was working along with one of the best Food Lion had. I went to work a little later than she had and Shira had dinner ready when I got off.
By Monday night she had apparently forgiven me and joined me in my bed again. All we did was snuggle, but it felt pretty damn nice.
I got in late Tuesday night and Shira again had dinner waiting for me. She was wearing a short robe and flip-flops, and as she moved around the kitchen, I realized that that was all she had on.
"Donald, I've been thinking about some of the things you have told me over the past week, and I have a question."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"You said that just because my skin was black it wouldn't change how my pussy felt and tasted."
"Yeah ... I think I remember saying something like that."
"Does that mean that you might be willing to lick me? No one has ever done that, and I would really like to know what it feels like. Oh, by the way, I got my results from the tests and I am clean."
Now how in the hell was I going to get out of this, and did I even want to? The skanks and whores I had been with before were not something I would ever want to put my mouth on, but Shira was obviously freshly washed and with a clean bill of health. Why not find out what pussy actually tastes like?
"Okay, you twisted my arm. So I get dessert, huh?"
"Yeah, I even trimmed it up a bit for you. I hoped I could persuade you."
"I almost said no just out of principle, but I haven't actually done it before and I really do want to."
"You haven't done it? I figured you would already be a master at that at least."
"Honey, I'm not a master of anything pertaining to the female of the species."
"Well then, maybe we can both learn something tonight. Come on, I'm so horny it hurts. That thing you bought me is pretty good, but there is something missing."
I knew what she meant, my hand was missing a lot too, but it was what I had. I followed her into my room and she threw the robe off, showing me a very broad ass, and turned around to sit on the bed. This girl was not shy at all, and as she spread her legs I admired the view for a few moments. Those magnificent tits barely sagged at all, and the areolas covered the whole end of each one, with a finger-sized nipple firmly poking out. Shira was excited, as was I. When she spread her legs I was treated to the sight of a ball of black curly hair above a dark slit. Frills and lips were visible in the slot as her aroma seeped into my nose and the petals of her sex opened for me.
I knelt between her legs and the first thing I had to do was to caress and lick those jugs. Her nips got even harder as I ribbed my lips over them and the feel of the tits was so firm and warm. I continued with my lips around her chest area and moved my hands to her thighs. I rubbed and tugged everywhere until both hands met at the source of the scent.
Shira jumped as my hands got to her crotch and she hugged my head against her chest and moaned. God I wanted to throw her back and just fuck this girl, but I restrained myself, with difficulty. I knew that the experience would be much better for me than her, and I could not accept the disappointment I would see in her eyes later. Instead I was going to try my best to make her yell with joy. I quickly worked my way down over her thick waist toward my intended goal.
I had read enough in stories and seen enough in porno flicks to have an idea of what to do. What I was overwhelmed with was the first taste of pussy. I felt like a wine taster describing all the different flavors to be found in particularly fine vintage. Bashira was sweet and musky with a salty overtone and a velvety feel on my palette. The deeper my tongue reached the slightly acid musky flavor intensified. Shira was moaning and trying to stuff my head inside of herself, when she wasn't pulling my hair to make me slow down. I grabbed her hands with mine and vowed to tie her up the next time I did this. I knew that if she stayed with me, we would do this again.
I found the clit sticking out prominently beneath the bottom of the ball of fur she had left on her mons. I kept running my tongue up and down her slit, stopping to suck on her clit for a moment on each pass. I speeded up my motions and by the end I was rubbing her clit with my nose and trying to fuck her cunt with my tongue.
Bashira bucked and yelled and I lost control of her hands when I had to grab her thighs to keep from being thrown off. Finally she subsided and I gave a couple more licks before sitting back on my heels.
"Oh damn, oh damn, hot damn, that was fucking fantastic, Donald. You can do that anytime you want, I am your tongue slut. Do you want me to return the favor, 'cause I'm pretty good with my mouth too."
"I'd rather not Shira, it just doesn't feel right somehow. But I will do this again, and again."
"Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't feel like going anywhere and there is nothing new for you to see now." She waved her hands down her nude form.
"I would be happy to have you, Dear."
We settled into a kind of routine after that. Bashira didn't sleep with me every night and I didn't eat her every night. Two or three times a week is all we did of each item, and not always both at the same time. This went on for two and a half weeks, accompanied with shopping and visits with her mother and sister. Both Jones women seemed to accept me as Shira's friend and not lover. Everything changed when Shira got her first paycheck. She picked it up that Friday and asked me to take her to her mother's and leave her for the night. She was off until Sunday and wanted to spend some time with her sister. This sounded reasonable to me and I took her over.
After work that evening I got a call from Evelyn.
"Donald, are you going to be home for a while?"
"Sure, Evelyn. What can I do for you?"
"Could you get Shira's stuff together in one place? I need to pick it up."
"Why, what has happened?"
"My idiot daughter has been talking to Dewayne for a week or so and he has convinced her that he has learned his lesson and wants her back. I'm sorry to have to say this to you, Donald, but she is too scared to tell you herself."
"I don't know why she would be scared, Evelyn. I've never given her cause to fear me. I actually expected something like this, and that is why I did not press any kind of romance upon her."
"She is not afraid of you, she just doesn't want to see the look in your eyes. You were right about her, Donald, she is too young to appreciate a good thing."
"I'll be here for the night, Evelyn. Come on over anytime. Maybe you would like to sit and talk or watch a movie or something?"
"That sounds good, Donald. Shira told me how to get there, and I'll be over as soon as I can."
I was hurt, but not really surprised. The bad boys always get what they want. The only reason Dewayne wanted Bashira back was because she had left. He would probably throw her back out soon. I was looking forward to spending a little time with Evelyn one on one. She was a fascinating woman who had survived some really bad things in her life. She was too old, even for me, but I liked talking to her and would hope to continue on as her friend.
About a half an hour later a red explorer pulled up in front of my door. As I opened the door Evelyn got out of the passenger side and another black woman got out from the driver's door. Both of them approached me.
"Donald, this is my sister, Donna Brown. She agreed to bring me over to get Shira's stuff. My car is acting up and I didn't want to drive it so late at night. I hope it is okay with you?"
"Of course it is, Evelyn. Hello Donna," I addressed the younger version of Evelyn. She was slim and had a lighter coloration than any other of the Jones women, but still obviously negroid, with light auburn hair just past her ears. A very good looking woman. "Shira and Evelyn have mentioned you a few times, but they never told me just how lovely you are, although, looking at Evelyn I should have known."
"Hello, Donald. I thought that you were supposed to be heartbroken over Bashira's unfaithfulness?"
"No, I never put any stock into that idea, Donna. I was just being a friend to a girl who was too young to make a real commitment. There are guys like her boyfriend everywhere and I am no longer surprised at their success. I just try not to compete with them. Come on in ladies, I have Shira's stuff all in on the futon and fresh coffee and muffins in the kitchen."
"Oh goody, he cooks too, Evelyn. I like him."
I sat them at the table and served coffee and muffins. "It's nothing, Donna, just a Jiffy mix that anyone can make by following directions. I enjoy their products and get them whenever I can. Being alone I have had to learn to cook to some extent. If I ate out all the time I would be broke and fat as well as ugly, not a good combination."
"Donald." Evelyn spoke up. "My husband would have made you look normal, you can see him in both of my daughters, but I loved him anyway and I still miss him."
"I'm sorry, Evelyn. You never said what happened to him. I hope I'm not prying."
"The Navy happened, a training accident on his second tour. Sabura was started after basic, and Bashira after his first tour. We never had another chance or I would have had kids from him till I couldn't no more. Looks ain't everything, Donald, I know."
Donna was holding Evelyn's hand and I got up and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry to have brought it up, Evelyn. I wish I had a woman who loved me as much as you did him."
"Don't give up, Donald. There is someone for you. Hell, you are a lot better than anything Donna here has ever had."
I looked over at her sister and shook my head. "I doubt that, Evelyn. Except for you I've never even talked to a woman that attractive. Not that I doubt your character, Donna, but I would always be expecting you to be looking for something better. I could never relax with a woman as beautiful as you are."
"Does that mean that you wouldn't take me for granted and go out on me whenever you got a chance? Does that mean that you would protect me from all comers with whatever you had like you did with Evelyn? Does that mean that you would worship my pussy the way Shira said you did hers? Does that mean that you would help me raise my twins to be good people the way you are? Is that what not being able to relax means, Donald? 'Cause if it does I don't want you to relax, I just want you."
And that was the start of the rest of my life. Of course it wasn't quite that easy. There were other relatives around who thought that when a sister lived with a white man she was slumming. It took a while to bring them around. And her daughters were brats. They had never been properly disciplined because the men would not stay around to see the results. I had two bare black bottoms draped over my knee within the first day of acquaintance with them. The fact that their mother stood there and laughed at them made it even worse for their egos. After the spanking they were sitting on my lap crying into my shoulders and telling me they loved me. A few more applications of force against gluteus maximus and they started to straighten up. When they saw that I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, it got much better.
Some of the naysayers never came around to me, but when we moved into our new house, most of them were willing to come to the BBQ. My family was the much smaller contingent and didn't really mix well with my new relatives. They all loved Donna and Evelyn though. Bashira was still a bit embarrassed to be near me, but she approved of my being with Donna. Shira had kept the job at Food Lion because Dewayne liked the money. She transferred to the store in Mebane to make the driving cheaper, and then after Dewayne again showed his ass, she married the manager of that store. Sabura moved in with them a little later, more power to him, not my idea of heaven.
I didn't tell her, but Donna tasted just the same as Bashira, and was just as vocal. She had been without a man long enough that her pussy had shrunk a bit and I was able to satisfy her. I worried about it for a bit, but she told me that she could live without a big dick. All the big dicks had done was fuck her, I made love to her.