Chapter 10: By Any Other Name

A few weeks after their day with Aunt Nora, Dee and Brandon were in bed together after she had reverse cowgirled him.

“I know I keep saying this, Dee, but I just can’t wait to be on top.”

“But you said you love watching my ass bounce on your lap. I mean, you’re practically poetic on the subject of my big caboose.”

“Truly, I do worship your lovely rear. But my stupid knee means I can’t go doggie style with you yet. I’m sure you and I will be ... Oh, I can’t even find the words.”

“You are right about that. I remember when Laurence...”

“Your husband.”

“Yeah, sorry. I shouldn’t compare you.”

“It’s OK. I know that you loved him. I know that you love me. We won’t be competing for your affection, so I feel secure.

“But something came to mind a little while ago when you were on my lap. I told you that you were my first black pussy, if you’ll pardon the expression. That’s not exactly true. I should explain.”

“Yes, Brandon, you need to fucking explain. Right now.”

There was a sharpness in her tone that surprised him.

“In terms of physical contact, you are my third partner. Those first two individual experiences were with white women. But I had this recurring sex dream. In this dream, I won a contest for a trip to Jamaica.

“I’ve never been to Jamaica. But I must have read somewhere that there are adult-only resorts where people go around naked. I’d have these vivid dreams about these resorts, where I was having sex with local Jamaican women. They were very dark-skinned—darker than you.

‘And I would watch my pale penis appear and disappear between their big butt cheeks, and then wake up with a big white puddle on my belly.”

“So, that’s what you see while watching me?”

“Actually, no. Your beautiful ass is more toned and more muscular compared to the women I was imagining. Those Jamaican women were bigger—even fat. I guess my sleeping fantasies were exaggerations, kind of like cartoons.”

“Brandon, now I want you to do something for me. I promise, it will all be worth it in the end. I want to hear all your fantasies, everything your dreams have included, no matter how crazy, obscene, or kinky.

“My husband told me everything, and the more crazy shit I heard, the more I want to attack him. It’s not that we had to actually try the things he imagined; it was just my knowing the filthy fantasies inside his brain that were so hot.

“And I told him my scandalous thoughts, as well. Sometimes, my words alone were enough to put him over the limit, and he would splatter me.

“I’ll give you an example. He loved to eat his come. He’d fill my mouth, then we’d pass it back and forth. I fed him fruit juice because it improved his taste. After fucking, he would go down on me for a combined mouthful of his milk and my slippery fluids, then come back up to share that combination with me. It showed his love for our sexual link, those mixtures we created.

“I don’t even have to ask. Before we met, I know that when you were suddenly awake after a trip to Jamaica, you scooped up that belly puddle with your hand and swallowed it, licking your fingers like after eating Kentucky Fried Chicken. Babe, from now on you and I will share. Got it?”

“OK, whatever you want from me, you’ll get.”

“So, I want more details! What else happened in Jamaica?”

“The night before we met, I imagined having a mother on me in a reverse cowgirl while her daughter sat on my face. My lips circled her big clit while my tongue pushed around the tip.”

“Oh, Babe! Mnph! That’s so hot. Keep going!”

“Another time: it was a gang bang out on the beach. Three guys standing with me in a circle, all hard, around this ridiculously horny woman with pierced nipples. One guy was literally, actually, truthfully, a whole foot long. Twelve inches, and she was frightened. I didn’t think it was possible, Dolores, but I saw a black girl going pale. She told him, ‘Not in my pussy, only in my ass, you understand?’ The rest of us stood around while he slowly squeezed in, inch by inch.

Then they gestured at me and pointed to the girl’s pussy. She looked frightened; I’m sure I looked frightened, too. The giant guy pointed to his clothes in the sand, where he had tossed his bottle of lube.

“I think I was trying to reassure her while I slicked myself up and added even more lube to her front opening. On his back, the giant guy was calm and smiling. She was in position, with her legs splayed outside of his. I braced myself with my hands and toes in the warm sand, and my legs were straight and rigid.

“Working my way inside was a challenge. My impression was that 20 pounds of unyielding shit had somehow found its way into the end of her digestive tract. Around my cock, her vagina felt so tight, as if my cock had been taped up the way a sprained ankle would be. These fleeting thoughts around the edges of my mind meant little while I was feeling such intense sensations.

“I was able to look down and watch her face. Overcome by the pulling and pushing in her pelvis, with her eyes wide, she could only pant, not speak. Below her, the giant guy was composed but obviously thrilled by the unique feeling of being buried in her tight flesh.

“‘For her sake, we need to finish quickly, right?’ I said to him, and he nodded. We picked up the pace, and I exploded, somehow pouring in my milk into too tight a space, overflowing. He followed quickly. I imagined his blast went as far as her appendix, eighteen inches or so farther inside!”

After recalling all these details, I opened my eyes and looked at Dee. A slight sheen on her face, a familiar scent, and rapid motions below her waist all indicated her excited reception of my lurid little stories.

“I want to know more. Are you willing to probe inside my ass? With your tongue?”

“Yes, and yes!”

“Do you want to get a taste of all those big Jamaican cocks? Would you accept hairy lips around your cock? While in my pussy, would you let a guy’s dick into your ass?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve literally never thought about that. Maybe I would if you were right there in the bed encouraging me, and I really liked the guy.”

“Babe, hearing you being open-minded makes me super wet right now. I have to confess, sometimes I watch porn with young African men fucking each other with abnormally large cocks.”

“Doesn’t everybody?” Brandon teased.

“God, I love you so much. That beautiful sense of humor! More kinks to tell me?”

“I like peeing in front of you. When I can stand better, I want to have you in the tub while I wet you all over.”

“Only if I can do the same to you, Babe. Afterwards, we can clean each other up. Deal?”

“Deal! Let me think. I’ve had a fantasy where I’m doggy style behind a lover, and I see beneath her the face of her girlfriend, who is nibbling on her clit. Meanwhile, the girl laying on top and being fucked has her face down to nibble on her girlfriend’s clit.”