The Story of Black MILF
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The Story of Black MILF and the Young Chick
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It was 5 pm and that meant one thing, it was Margherita’s time. At this point it was something of a ritual for me, to make myself a cocktail in the afternoon, sit down by the pool and sip on it slowly. It probably made me look like some bored, desperate housewife, but I didn’t care, it was worth it. Besides, a bored desperate housewife was a pretty apt description of my life at that point. My husband was constantly busy, constantly working, and never at home. I, on the other hand, didn’t do anything in particular for a living. After years as a nurse, we were finally in a financial situation where I didn’t have to work, it simply wasn’t necessary. He didn’t care, it’s not like I spent a lot of money anyway. All I did was hang around the house, swim in the pool, go for my runs and the weekly wine nights with the girls. It was a simple and comfortable existence, the kind of thing I had always dreamed of, back when I had a job. With long shifts, bad pay, and being in a hospital all day, I often wondered why I even became a nurse. It was great to be helping people, but on the personal side, it was a bad gig. That’s why I quit, as soon as my husband got his promotion, we were set after that. Be careful what you wish for, I guess.
What I didn’t realize was how much time there was in a day. I would wake up, have breakfast, run, get ready and watch the news. By the time I was finished, it was only 10 am. Without a job and a purpose, I quickly became depressed, with low energy and no will to do something. I wasn’t made for a comfortable life, but it was too sweet, too warm and fuzzy, to not live it. Having grown up in a lower-middle-class black family, I had always worked. Summers as a waitress, during nursing school in a retirement home, and for twenty years after that in a hospital. The whole time I was looking for a way out, a retirement. I could see myself, sitting on a lounge chair, next to some pool, in a big house, drinking a cocktail. And it was fun, for about a week. But after that, I was starting to get crazy. When my husband told me a friend of his and his family were coming to visit, I got excited.
“So, how long are they staying?” – I asked, once I heard the news.
“Only for three days, so don’t worry. They won’t interrupt you too much. Arab and his wife will sleep in the guest room and their daughter on the couch.” – my husband told me. It had been a while since we had talked.
“Oh, they have a daughter?”
“Yeah, remember, last time we saw them she was away, at camp, or something. But now she is all grown up, 19 I believe.”
“Wow, we are getting older. I can’t believe Arab has a 19-year-old daughter.”
– I said.
“I know. But, and you didn’t hear this from me, I heard that she isn’t that well behaved. They have some problems with her. Something with college, I think she doesn’t want to go.”
“Hm, weird.A well-off, white family. Why wouldn’t she want to go? Even if you don’t care about the education, college is fun.” – I know I had fun while I was there.
“Yeah, no clue. But don’t mention it to them. And, I’ll see you in a few hours, I have an event I need to attend.”
That was it, we never really spoke for too long. The truth was, that I was excited. Having some guests over was going to be fun, or at least, less boring than what I was doing at the time. I wanted to do something different, something new and exciting. The fact that my husband’s friend was going to be here also meant he was going to be home, spend more time with me.
Another thing that was putting a strain on our relationship was how little we saw each other. Ever since he got that raise, he was busier than ever, and I had more free time. What ended up happening was that we never really saw each other. I knew communication between us was a problem, but it was hard approaching the issue. He probably felt he needed to work extra hard, because I didn’t, so I couldn’t berate him for not being home enough. It wouldn’t have been fair on my part, it was something that he had to see for himself. But it wasn’t the time to worry about stuff now, it was time to finish the Margherita. I took a few more sips, put the glass down, and relaxed. Itwas time for my afternoonnap.
I was on my lounge chair when she arrived. It was a girl, a young and pretty one, but I couldn’t recognize her face. She was just in her underwear and a t-shirt, walking towards me. Her body was slim and petite, and her skin was pale. Her t-shirt and pants were soon on the floor. She gave me a shy look for a second before her panties and bra followed. Her body was amazing. She was tanned but had tan lines where her bathing suit was. I thought it was cute. I love a little tan on white girls. Her breasts were nice and perky with small and perfectly shaped nipples. She had a well-manicured bush. It also looked cute and not something you see every day. I love it when a young girl dares to have a little hair down there. I just looked at her, then down at myself. I was naked. She climbed on the lounge chair with me.
We kissed and touched each other’s bodies for a few minutes. It was surreal having some sexy white girl, that I had never seen. My hand gently caressed her skin, I loved the contrast between our colors. Weeks of drought and here I was a sex-machine. The girl was cute and petite, and I was determined to win her over to the lesbian side, show her what I knew. Without wasting any time, I made my way to her pussy. I was face to face with the beautiful young vagina. It was very taboo, what we were doing, but I did not feel like pondering the moralities of fucking her. Perhaps it was cheating, but a part of me knew this was just a fantasy. I wanted to tease her a little, before fucking her. First a little kiss and a lick on the inner tight, which made her groan and moan. Then, gently I slid my middle finger, along the mysterious girl’s slit. She was wet and aroused already, and I was ready to satisfy her. After doing this a couple of times, I substituted my finger with my tongue. I could taste her juices, a familiar and arousing taste. I knew she was trembling with anticipation, wanting to feel what it is like to be with a woman, curious and horny. I took my time. Licked her slit, from top to bottom and then some, a few times, until it was soaking wet, with saliva and the girl’s juices. She was begging me to fuck her.
I could not believe this was happening. And yet there I was, licking her pussy. I was never particularly lesbian, being married to a man and all, but I didn’t mind either. I had dabbled in college, but that was decades ago. I wondered if I still had it. I began focusing on her clit, in the meanwhile, she was breathing heavily, expecting me to finish her off, then and there. As I was licking her clit, I slowly and carefully inserted my fingers inside of her. She let out a moan at the penetration, signaling she enjoyed it. I planned on starting nice and slow, in order not to scare her off. She was young and inexperienced, this was probably the first time, she even fucked a MILF. I could see my black fingers, disappearing in her tight vagina. At that moment I knew. I could drive her to an orgasm.
I continued stimulating her clit with my tongue, while slowly fucking her with my fingers. When I felt she was ready, I began jerking my fingers, inside of her. The girl let out a loud moan of surprise and pleasure. I was in control of the situation and she did not know what to expect. I started fucking her a little harder, ramping up the speed. She responded positively, and her legs and hips started moving. After a few more thrusts, she put her hand on my head. She was a little awkward about it, but I knew why she did it. The chick was about to cum. I continued what I was doing, it would end when I decided it would. She came. It was cute, she thought that was the end of it. But I had no intention of letting her go, after just one orgasm. I was bent on showing her the difference between fucking a mature woman and some college boy.
This was going to be the best sex in her life, and one orgasm simply did not cut it…
II
Two days had passed since that sex dream, and it was still on my mind. The weird thing was, that I never had those before. I thought that sexy dreams were just something teenage boys got. I could only imagine what I must have looked like in my sleep. I was drenched wet when I woke up, in desperate need of masturbation. It was an odd thing to dream about, but I didn’t have any more time to think about it. I just figured it was caused by my lack of sex in the past few weeks. As for why it was with a chick and not some hunky guy, I had no idea. Something must have gotten in my mind, it didn’t matter. The task at hand was more important and I needed to focus on that, I only had a few minutes. That is, a few minutes until my husband’s friend and his family arrived. It was one of those rare moments, when the two of us were sitting on the couch, watching TV. We never really did that anymore. Then the doorbell rang.
“Oh, hey!” – my husband said, once he opened the door.
“How are you doing?” – his friend asked, and the two men hugged it out.
“Mia, long time no see.” – the friend’s wife said to me, and we also hugged each other. – “This is Riya by the way, I don’t know if you two have ever met her.”
And, sure enough, behind a couple of old friends, there was a sexy young girl. She was of average height, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. Her features were sharp, and she was good-looking. Riya was wearing a grey knitted sweater, the kind that was trendy that year. She also had a tight pair of black jeans, that showed just how skinny her legs were. She looked like any other rich, white girl. Pretty, yet somewhat angry at the world. It was normal for her age, I suppose.
“Hi, Riya.” – I gave her a quick hug. – “You’ve grown so much.” “Have we ever met?” – she asked.
“Uhm, no, I don’t think so. But you have grown, haven’t you?” – I replied just as snarky.
“Yeah, whatever.”
I couldn’t help but think of just how much I disliked kids. Not all, and not always, but in that very moment I did. I like the small ones, from the ages up to 13. They are cute, honest, and full of that childish energy and unique outlook on life. Young people are fine too, after 25. But that middle period, where Riya was, was horrendous. They were moody, annoying, and awkward, absolutely nothing to add. I didn’t envy her parents, I didn’t even want to think about me and my husband has one of these kids around.
That would have completely ruined my early retirement. It was boring and depressing now, but I didn’t have to deal with some angsty teen. Just then I realized how blessed I was.
“So, Uhm, what brings you guys here?” – I decided to ignore the girl.
“Oh, we are just visiting. Seeing you guys, also we are going to do some shopping while here.”
“Yeah, me and Arab are playing golf all day tomorrow.” – my husband said. “Wait, I thought we were spending time together?” – I asked.
“Yeah, of course, but after the golf.” – he told me.
“Well, I guess it is just us girls then.” – I tried to stay positive.
“Actually, I need to do some shopping tomorrow, but I’ll be back in the afternoon.” – the friend’s wife said.
Then it dawned on me. I was going to be left alone with that Riya girl. It wasn’t even my kid and she was still going to ruin my day. Our friends were just trying to get away from her for a day, and I was the one stuck babysitting. It was weird, considering she was around 20, by the looks of her. A full-grown woman, as far as I was concerned. When I was her age, my parents begged me to spend time with them, I was constantly out and about. It was the best time in my life, constantly partying, drinking, and hooking up.
But not Riya she was here and a burden to everyone, especially me. It was weird, considering that she was a pretty girl and her family had money. Couldn’t they just send her on vacation with her girlfriends? I was going to find out tomorrow, we were spending the day together after all. For now, we just ate dinner and went to bed. I, of course, didn’t miss the chance to complain to my husband about the whole thing.
“So, am I a nanny now? Why do I have to take care of their kid?” – I said, once we were in our bedroom.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen that way. All I knew, was that we were going to play golf, I didn’t know that Arab’s wife plans to leave Riyatoyou.”
“Why am I always the one that gets screwed over? Can’t the girl go shopping with her mom and leave me alone?”
“Listen, it is a tough subject. I know they are having some troubles at home, but I don’t know the exact details. I’ll talk to Arab tomorrow and see what’s up. But I do think that it’s best to not raise the subject. Besides, Riya can take care of herself, she isn’t a child. I’m sure the two of you will have fun.”
III
I knew that my husband was right. During the breakfast we had with our family friends and their daughter, it was pretty obvious that they had some issues. I wasn’t envious of couples like that. They were around the same age as me, but the child was weighing on them. I could only imagine what it felt like to have a kid, raise it for years, spend huge sums of money on it, and then not get along. It probably made for some pretty uncomfortable family meals. That morning I had the displeasure to be present at one of those meals.
“So, Riya, how old are you?” – I tried to talk to her. “I’m 19, why?” – she fired back.
“Oh, I don’t know. Just wondering.”
“Riya, honey, it is just a normal question. You should be nicer to Kendra, and people in general.” – her mom said.
“Don’t tell me what to do! And I just asked her ‘why’. How is that weird?
What, I can’t ask people questions, is that it?” – the 19-year-old said.
“You can ask, it is just that your intonation was not particularly nice, that’s all. You have to treat people a bit better, that is all I am saying. You should be more lady-like.” – her mom said. It was futile and foolish to even try to reason with Riya, and I was surprised to see that her mom didn’t seem to recognize that.
“Oh, my intonation wasn’t nice. Do you know what’s not nice? Telling people how to act, it rude and patronizing.” – I kind of had to agree with the teenager on that one.
“We’re having breakfast honey, let’s behave.” – My husband’s friend said.
I could see from that incident, that things weren’t going well, but I still wondered what it was all about. Every story has two sides and I was interested in hearing both of them. The truth is, I also like gossip. I made the conscious decision, that I was going to try and talk to that girl, once we were all alone. Not to help her or solve her issues with her parents. It was just morbid curiosity. I knew that my husband would come with some gossip after the golf game, but I knew that the angry teenager would tell me some interesting things as well. The truth was, I was bored, and I wanted to have a task, a mission, and finding out about our friends’ dirty laundry sounded like a fun thing to do. I saw myself as a detective, trying to figure out why this family has split apart. It was obvious that Riya was a bitch, no question about it, but those things are never that simple. I was sure there was more, neglect, and affair or money issues, there was some underlying cause to the conflict. And I was going to find out. It is not like I had anything better to do that day anyway.
The plan was simple. I was going to wait until everyone left the house, but us two. Then I would approach Riya, try and sympathize with her, throw in a comment about her mother is wrong. Anything to get her on my side.
Then we were going to have a conversation about the whole thing and hopefully, she would give me some dirt. I was sure that she wanted to talk to somebody about it. I waited and waited, and once the door was shut, I made me.
“I guess, it just the two of us, huh?” – I opened. “Yeah.”
“So, your mom, she is hard to deal with sometimes, isn’t she?” “Sure.” – she said and walked away.
I realized that it wasn’t going to be that easy. I needed some time to regroup and rethink my strategy, I only had a few hours with her. I went back to the kitchen and started making myself a Bloody Marry, the perfect drink before lunch. And at that moment, it hit me. The thing I loved most when I was her age was drinking booze, she was 19, still inexperienced. I decided to be the cool family friend, that offers her alcohol.
“Hey, Riya, I’m making myself a cocktail. I was wondering if you wanted one.” – I shouted from the kitchen. There was no response, but in a few seconds, she came in.
“What are you making?”
“Just a Bloody Marry, do you want one?”
“Sure.” – for the first time she said something that wasn’t snarky. “Have you ever had one of these before?”
“Uhm, no actually. I’ve heard about it though.”
“You’ve never tried one? Not even in college?” – this was my first tactical question.
“No, not really.”
“But you do go to college?”
“Yeah, I do. It’s been a year now. I just have my summer break now, that’s why I’m stuck with my parents.” – now I knew something about her, I could slowly maneuver to the real stuff.
“Oh, I can imagine that sucks. You are probably used to being alone, not having your parents around all the time. Mine would be constantly fighting, a real bummer.”
“Mine get along well, that’s not the issue.” – I handed her the cocktail.
– “I guess I got used to living an adult life in college, being free and independent, being myself. I think they don’t approve of some of the choices I made.” – I knew I was close.
“Well, that happens between older and younger people, it’s only natural. But, what kind of choices are we talking about? Something with the school, or?”
“No.” – she took a sip. – “They are pissed off because I was dating a girl.”
IV
I was surprised. Not because Riya was with a girl, but rather that her parents would be mad about that. In this day and age, it seems a little odd that anyone would care. I kind of understood, having grown up in a black household, but I didn’t think that well-off white girls had to go through that kind of stuff. Why did it matter? At the end of the day, I would rather have my daughter dating a chick than some college boy. At least she couldn’t get pregnant. And I did not expect this level of bigotry, from our family friends, it was shocking, and I understood Riya a lot better now.
“Wow. Your parents are mad about that?” – I said.
“Yeah, they are just old-fashioned. It’s not that bad, but they are convinced that it is some kind of a phase or a rebellion. But I just feel that way, I like girls.” – she was not lying, it was clear from her voice.
“I can only imagine how much that would suck. I didn’t expect that from your parents. In this day and age especially. But thanks for telling me, thanks for trusting me. I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”
“I don’t care, everyone can now. I’m not ashamed, it is just my parents that have a problem with my sexuality. I’ve come to terms with it. Besides, none of my friends make a fuss about it, it is just old people, like my parents.”
“Well, they’re not that old. We’re the same age.” – I felt like I needed to get that out there.
“Yeah, no, sorry. You look great, I don’t want to offend you. You are cool, much more understanding than my mom.”
“Of course, I had some girl-on-girl action while in college, I get where you are coming from.” – her eyes lit up when I said that.
“I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.” – she took another sip of the cocktail. – “Should we move over to the couch?”
I was glad to be talking to this girl. She gave off a very bitchy vibe at first, but I felt like I was helping her. It wasn’t about hearing some rumors about her family any more, I already had that, I just wanted to make her feel welcomed and understood. We moved to the couch, where she sat right next to me.
“Fuck me.”
“What?” – I couldn’t believe my ears.
“I said, fuck me. I want to have sex with you, do you?”
We just stood there, on the couch, looking at each other for a few seconds, until Riya made the first move. We exchanged a passionate kiss, but I pushed her away. It was weird and unexpected, making out with this 19-year-old in my living room. But we were still looking into each other’s eyes and I knew, that this was going to happen. I began moving my tongue across Riya’s lips and chin. I worked my way around to her ear and kissed her neck and earlobe. The college girl let out an audible gasp.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” – I asked
Riya decided not to answer, she simply laid back on the couch. I continued kissing her. It was the first time in years, I was with someone that wasn’t my husband. After all of the lonely nights, masturbating, and having dirty dreams, I was cheating. I was going to fuck this white girl, it was wrong while at the same time, so right. I knew that I might regret this, but I had no intention of stopping. I got up and began unbuttoning my friend’s daughter’s shirt. Riya’s tits were soon exposed, beautiful and perky. Her white pail skin looked so innocent and young. I licked the hard nipples and sucked on them, first one then the other. I loved how they felt as I swirled my tongue around them, taking my time, enjoying this girl’s beautiful body.
While I was busy with the tits, my hand began wandering down. My fingers soon found their way down the college girl’s pants. Once again, I simply had to ask Riya for confirmation.
“I don’t want you to regret this.” “Just go on.”
I gave the naughty white girl a deep passionate kiss and my hand continued moving down. Bypassing the panties, I was soon massaging her clit. Riya responded with some sexy hip movement, followed by some more heavy breathing. It wasn’t her first time with a girl, and she was loving it. But this was just the start. I lifted myself and, a little awkwardly, jerked the 19year-old’s pants off of her, as well as my clothes. Now both of us were naked and ready to fuck. I returned to kissing the naughty chick, going for her lips, her neck, and her nipples. But it wasn’t enough, we were going to go all the way tonight.
I was determined to devour the white girl’s pussy. I slowly started moving down the college girl’s gorgeous body, until my mouth was over Riya’s wet pussy. There was no more shame or doubt about the lesbian act at hand. I licked her slit and sucked on her labia and clit. I had been with a chick in college but wasn’t the most experienced at this, but judging by the white girl’s constant hip movement, I was hitting the right spot. After all, I still had it in me. As I was pleasuring the college girl, I couldn’t help but pleasure myself as well. My pussy was also wet, how could it not be, in such an arousing and naughty moment. Ever since that dirty dream by the pool, I had been a little on edge, I got aroused, but never got my climax. I didn’t expect the day to start this way, with lesbian sex, but had to admit I was happy. I didn’t often get to fuck some young, white chick in my living room, so I appreciated the moment to its fullest.
“Oh my god, I am going to cum!” – Riya screamed.
All that I could think about was how lucky we were to be left alone. Her parents and my husband wanted nothing to do with both of us, but we were doing just fine, all by ourselves. The truth was, at that very moment, there wasn’t a place or person I would have rather been with. Licking Riya’s pussy was the most exciting thing I had done in years. If she wasn’t here, I would be sitting by the pool, dreaming of something like this to happen to me. But here I was, fingering myself, with her vagina in my face, loving every second of it.
I knew the orgasm was coming, I could feel Riya’s body moving wildly. My mouth was filled with the college girl’s juices, there was no denying that we were both enjoying ourselves. It was messy, dirty, hot and I loved it. The fact that I was getting this 19-year-old so wet and aroused, in turn, aroused me. I was busy eating Riya out, but at the same time did not neglect my pussy. My hand was busy working, my fingers vigorously massaging my clit. That dream from the pool had left me unsatisfied and I wasn’t going to allow that. Not today. Both of us were going to cum.
At this point, it was a race between us. Who would orgasm first? Riya was young and experienced with girls, but probably never had her pussy eaten like that. Certainly not by a black MILF, such as myself. But that didna mean that I was any less aroused from the whole thing. At this point, the torrent of juices was making it hard for me to focus where my tongue was, but it didn’t matter. Once the college girl put her hand on my head, I knew it was about to come to an end. Riya’s hips began thrusting harder, she was as much fucking me, as I was getting fucked myself. The college girl was starting to get the hang of things. Her orgasm arrived, not unexpectedly, after a few seconds. It was loud with her voice almost unrecognizable from the pleasure. I didn’t last much longer, cumming only a few seconds later.
V
There are a lot of things I regret in my life, but fucking that white girl wasn’t one of them. It was the best thing that had happened to me in a long while. It wasn’t just the sex either, even though that was great, it is what happened after. We must have lost our sense for time, or perhaps my husband finished golf early, but the front door opened, while we were still naked, cuddling. My husband and his friend walked in on us, and needless to say, it was a problem. It was such a big problem, that we had to get a divorce. I didn’t care. Nothing changed in my life. I still had the house and some money. The only difference was that I was free. Free to fuck whoever I wanted.
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