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Subject: {ASSM} Suze's Basement Apartment - Redux (M/F,Interracial, Stroke)
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Suze's Basement Apartment (redux)
by AntaeusQ

[Graciously edited by Cristal Ball]

On a spring day, just after six in the afternoon, I drove home horny.
It was a long drive, so I went fast, 60 in a 40 mph zone. I thought
about nothing else but getting home. Chills ran down my legs, just
thinking about what I had coming. My women waited for me. Two women,
two cunts. I shook my head. I whipped out my cock, and jacked it hard.
How'd I get so lucky.

I pulled into my property and parked under a huge maple tree.

When I got inside the house, I heard jazz echoing off the high walls.
Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. The music came from the kitchen.  I found
my wife, Karen, in there, surrounded by grocery bags, and stirring a
pot. The place was a wreak.

"Karen?" I said.

"Oh. Hi, Steve," she said.

She had on a blue dress with white, lacy trim. It complemented her
chocolaty dark skin. She looked like a black Betty Crocker, or maybe
it was a young, hot Aunt Jemima.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, and moved behind her, pulling out her
hips and holding them firm. I shoved my crotch into her and bent over
to kiss her neck. She laid down the knife.

"Can't a wife cook for her man?" she said. Her smile broadened, and
she turned her cheek to me. I gave her a big one under her ear, and
kept my lips there.

Her body smelled of cinnamon and apples. I squeezed her large tits,
one after the other. She moaned softly, and turned around to kiss me,
over and over gain. Her lips were colored a shimmery shade of ochre.
When I licked them, she responded by opening her mouth and flicking
out her tongue all over my face.

"Turn off the stove. Let's go upstairs," I said.

She raised her hands between us, and pushed on my chest.

"No," she said. "Unless you plan on helping me in the kitchen, and you
know you don't, I need you to get out. I'm making this for all of us.
Come on, baby, I'll fuck you after dinner."

I gripped her behind the ass, and she pulled away. She put on a good
struggle, but not too good. She rubbed my cock and I hiked her skirt.
I noticed she wasn't wearing her underwear. I ran my fingers through
her curly cunt. I rubbed and squeezed her fine legs.

"Steve," she said, with her eyes closed. "I gotta cook." She lightly
bumped my head with hers. "You're going to make me burn dinner. We
don't want that." She touched my face.

"Just a little," I said.

"Fine." She turned around and held her skirt up with her hands. She
shook her delicious black ass and opened her legs. I goosed her and
got her cunt hole between my thumb and finger. I pushed my fingers in
and held her like a bowling ball, while I rubbed a nipple.

"I love you, Karen," I said, and thrust my fingers deep into her. She
let out a panting breath and hiked her leg on a trashcan.

"Steve, Steve," she said. "I have to cook. Please, honey-bear, let me
finish." She grabbed my crotch and squeezed me a few times. She hooked
my pants and led me out. "Go say hi to Suze. She's waited all day to
see you." She smiled. "Scat!" she said.

"Okay."

I darted out of there with Karen's cunt juice on my hand, and a hard-
on in my pocket. Let me tell you, it's not all it's cracked up to be,
being a well-hung black man. Not that I'm complaining, and neither was
Karen, nor, for that matter, Suze.

I opened the door to the basement, located just outside the kitchen,
between the living room and utility closet. It was dark. I grabbed the
wooden rail, and wiped my hand, going down.

I heard my wife's voice from upstairs, "Don't take too long. Dinner's
almost ready. And bring her with you."

Halfway down the steps, I saw her. She had her back to me. Mama mia.
She wore a shiny opalescent blouse that I'd given her. She wore it
Daisy Duke style, high above her midsection. A pair of low-riding
stretched out jeans hung below her soft, wide hips. I followed the
curve of her naked spine as it led to her ass. I wanted to cum all
over that back.

Her ass filled out nice and big, bigger than most white girls, and
firm, too. Her brown hair fell half way down her back, soft and full
bodied. She combed herself in front of a tall mirror. She paused,
tilted her hip and felt the shape of her stomach. She pushed it out
and passed her hand round its swelling curve.

I breathed out.

What a beautiful woman, a white women, I thought, and right under my
house. I coughed to get her attention.

She turned around.

"Suze, how you doing?" I said. "Karen said you wanted to see me?" I
pulled on my cock.

She put down her brush, and hiked her pants. "Hi, Steve. Oh, baby, I
missed you so much. I thought you'd forgotten about me." She walked
toward me. She took my hand in hers and passed her fingers across my
palm. She sniffed it, smiled and licked the inside.

"How's Karen?" she asked.

"Fine," I said. "Haven't you seen her already?"

"Only in the morning, after you left. We fooled around a little bit."

"Oh, like what?"

"You know girl things." She twisted and smiled with her thumb in her
mouth.

"Baby, I am not in a teasing, mood."

I pulled her close and kissed her on her lips, and spanked her ass.
That's all she needed. She moved her hands all over me. I'm a big guy,
215 pounds, and she's fairly small, smaller than my wife, five foot-
two, maybe 130 pounds. But don't let that fool you. She's more than a
match for me.

I grabbed her two big butt cheeks, like hard jelly, and picked her off
the ground, eye-level to me. She wasted no time. She lashed her tongue
through my lips, past my teeth and probed my mouth. Her tongue felt
cold; she needed it.

"I missed you," she said. "Your girls can only eat so much pussy and
ass in one day. We've been going crazy for your dick."

"Yeah?" I pressed my mouth against her smooth throat. She groaned.

"All day," she reassured me.

"Well, I've been itching to fuck that little twat of yours, all the
liv long day."

She got her hands into my briefs. She squeezed and yanked my dick
around. She smiled like the devil.

"Let's do it," I said. I took off my pants, and she started
unbuttoning hers. It took some trying, but she got them past her
thighs. Her white, meaty flesh bulged out of their confinement. She
shoved and kicked her pants off with her feet.

"Let me look at you," I said, turning her in my hands.

She raised her hands behind her head and tilted her hips. She was
gorgeous, shapely and soft all around. I looked behind her ass. She
circled on her toes. Fantastic.

I chuckled.

She untied the knot on her shirt, and freed her D-cup tits. She smiled
and swung them across her body, like two sacks. I grabbed a flying
breast and rubbed it between my fingers. She moaned softly. One of her
hands climbed my back.

"This too?" she asked and snapped her green sheer panties. She wore
them below her hips. The wisp of a material covered nothing. Her tuft
of pubic hair bulged at the crotch.

"You're a damn tease." I shook my head. "You know that?"

"I don't tease," she said. "I deliver."

She gave me a big shove. I went reeling into the unmade bed.

"Sorry," I said, and put my hands up. "Didn't mean it, baby. Take it
easy."

I pulled my shirt and underwear off. I pumped my muscles and smiled at
her. Her blue eyes glittered in spite of the dim light in the room.
She spread her magnificent legs. Truly a black man's dream. A curvy
white chick with a thin waist, tight pussy and ass, and a nasty
mouth.  She slid her index finger into her hole. My dick grew. She
bent her knees and twisted her fingers inside her cunt.

I bent her ass every which way. I kissed her a hundred times on her
hips and down her thighs. She looked down on me and I smiled back. I
opened her legs wide and she tried to pull away. But she couldn't
budge, not with my strong hands gripping her legs. I bit her ass.

"Ouch. Hungry, aren't you?" she said. "Well eat my pussy, hungry-man."

I shook her quivering ass.

She popped her finger out, and licked off her spunk. Damn.

I lay back on the bed and she slid her bottom over me. She sat her ass
on my chest, pubes just inches from my face. She grabbed the wall and
then steadied her cunt into my mouth.  Her hairs pressed against my
nose. I excavated her wiry surface with my tongue. I probed the
mountain of pubes, and then I found them sticking out, thick and
meaty. I slurped her flapping pussy lips between my lips and sucked.
Swish!

She pushed. "God! Tongue fuck me, Steve. Fuck my cunt with your
mouth," she said.

I stretched my tongue as deep as it would go and licked out her tangy
insides. I built up some saliva and licked the bitterness away. This
chick was the honey, peaches, and the cream. Especially the cream. I
made her pay with my appetite and drank deep from her pussy.

"Giddy up, cowpoke," she said, and bopped up and down, swinging her
hips. "Ooo-eee!"

I smacked my lips and munched her cunt. Her juices flowed down my
throat. She had her fun and rode me for a few minutes. Gradually she
took on a steady rhythm, and pressed down on my face. I knew this
part. I'd been here before. She quickened her pace. She bucked and
shoved her cunt.

"Oh, Steve, fuck, fuck," she said. "I'm cumming, you pussy sucking,
bastard." She used my chin and rode me up to my nose. Finally, her big
white ass squeezed tight over my mouth.

"Ah, shit. Ah, shit," she said. She tilted her body back, hands
pressing on the bed.

I pulled her down and pasted my lips on that patch of skin separating
her cunt from her asshole. She tried to jump. But like I said, I'm a
big man.

"Hey!" she screamed. She damn near blew up. Her body shook and
trembled. I stuck my tongue between her butt cheeks, and then threw
her back on my chest.

I panted. "Let me fuck you," I said.

"Okay," she said. "You have to fuck this country slut, I get it," she
said, and sat back.

"Yeah, come on," I said, and helped her position my cock between her
legs. She held it there. I wanted to push her down. She rolled her
lips under her teeth. It still scared her.

She froze me with her green eyes. "I love fucking you, Steve," she
said. "You know that, don't you? If all I ever had was your
dick...You're just so big, it hurts sometimes."

"It'll get easier, you'll see." I gave her a little thrust. I pressed
the knob into the outside center of her cunt. She felt slick and wet,
but utterly impenetrable. Then, she turned her hips, and her cunt
twisted apart, stretched, and opened. She blinked and grinned.

"Just a second," she said, shut her eyes, and grimaced.

I was in, but just barely, maybe four inches. Eight more to go. I
squeaked my cock along her tight canal. I'm thick as hell and didn't
want to tear her. I let her relax, and gave her vagina time to
stretch. I read her face. She hummed and smiled. She sat her ass down
inch by inch. She took her time. And then she breathed in and out and
dropped the rest of me into her.

"Oh, fuck," she said. "Oh, fuck."

"My girl," I said.

She turned her face left and right and stroked her hair. She showed me
how pretty she was. Pretty as they came. I rocked on my ass. I fucked
her nice and gentle.

"You can go harder, now, Steve," she said.

I patted her legs.  I got into a little rhythm, just like she liked
it. She met my every thrust. She timed me like we'd been doing this
forever.

"Okay, here we go." I clapped my dark hands against her thighs. She
lifted her cunt half way along my cock and I fucked her in midair.
Shit. She shook her hair, and buried my cock back into her with one
long sweet movement.

"Fuck," she said, and sucked the spit through her teeth. She pushed
her tits up and started hopping on me. I grabbed her by the hips. She
took my hands off.

"No. Let me," she said. She stared into my eyes.

She put her hands on my chest, and climbed all the way up my cock,
again. She took her cunt to a point where I barely hung in there. A
draft licked my balls; then a pause; then a quick sudden drop. Slam!
She shut her eyes tight.  She repeated this five times.

She rolled her head. "Mmmph," she said. Her cunt slid up and down my
pole. She was so tight! She moaned and opened her mouth, breathing
quickly. She ran her hand down her throat.

"Oh, god," she said. "I came, again."
I swallowed. Her long hair fell in front of her face. She shuddered
like one of those George Romero zombies.

"Shake it off," I said.

A smile pierced through her sloppy canopy of hair.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she said.

She smiled, and hummed. I fucked her faster. She swerved he cunt. Her
hands shaped her body. I leaned forward and sucked one of her rounded
buds. I bit and sucked her, until I remembered I had to finish this
quickie that had gotten out of hand.

"My turn to cum," I said.

She reached back and pressed my balls. She held her hand on my
scrotum, while I rolled her wet cunt over me. I pushed her up and
down, and sideways. I could do anything to her and she'd love it.  I
felt the rush into my cock and then saw her react as I filled her with
my semen. She got it by the cup full. I'd seen it before. I knew I
came like a horse.

I kept my hands on her hips. Her cunt quivered. Maybe it was me.

"Aghh!" I cried and collapsed. I couldn't move for a few seconds. I
blinked. I caught my breath. I blinked, again. She giggled. She slid a
few fingers into her hole from behind. When she removed them, thick
globs dropped onto the bed.

"Ah, man. Help, help," she said. "Something to clean up." She got off
the bed.

Her legs shook and trembled. She walked like a drunk. Her hands
balanced against the wall, her legs pressed close together. She made
it to her dresser and looked back. I smiled. She pulled out a drawer
and grabbed some clothes.

My wife's voice called from above. "Dinner's ready. Wrap it up and get
to the table."

"Pants," I said to Suze.

She threw me my pants, along with my underwear, and a rag. I wiped my
stomach and tossed the rag back. She caught it, wiped herself,
focusing on her pussy, and then dropped the soiled rag into a laundry
basket.

I looked at her in genuine wonder. Could this last? How long would she
stay? What would happen to us?

I walked to her, and slipped my hand around her waist and into her
panties. Her stomach felt softer than usual. I fingered her poor,
swollen cunt, and nibbled her ear. I kissed her hot cheek.

"Let's go eat," I said.

I pulled on my shirt and watched her get dressed in a loose pair of
pajama bottoms that rode into her ass cheeks. She had nothing else on.
She didn't need anything else. I pulled her tit into my mouth and gave
her a long loving suck.

"Steve," she said. "I have something to tell you," she said. She
looked nervous.

"What?"

She bit her lip. "Steve, I'm pregnant."

"Wow," I said. Wow.

"And you're the daddy."

I called Karen down, and told her the news. She already knew. She
hugged and pressed her head to my chest.

"Why do you think I was cooking this special dinner?" said Karen.

We'd been trying for years. She told me later, she'd hoped one day
we'd find the right partner to share our life with. We could make it
work. We had an open trusting relationship. We'd find someone we both
liked, and we'd get a kid that way. Then, Suze entered our lives and
Karen got to know her. Maybe, just maybe, she was the one. We lived
together and we fucked together. Karen wished for the best.

This was a happy day. Suze and Karen kissed deeply and passionately.
They couldn't get their hands off each other. I got between them and
put my arms around their shoulders. Everyone kissed and hugged. The
girls cried. And dinner? Dinner could wait.

We got undressed and celebrated.

(c) AntaeusQ
http://antaeusq.blogspot.com/

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