A literotic sexstories: Cherry by Livemusicluver ,
Cherry,
He was a mountain of a man. Standing six foot six, weighing in at 240 pounds of bones and muscles. Bones and muscles are not uncommon for a man, any man, but this Adonis was the alpha; wherever he went he commanded the room. His size intimidated me, so we didn’t hang out much. Actually never. I think he was a model, bodybuilder or something like that. Paid ridiculous amounts of money to show off. Who really knew? I know he was making great money. It’s almost a prerequisite on our block. A commanding black man who was known as Turner.
He lived on the same cul-de-sac as I did in an upscale neighborhood with his beauty of a wife, a blond goddess, huge tits and a very nice ass. His lady took my breath away, and made my cock hard. This trophy wife was the envy of every other wife, she was charming and elegant. With an infectious laugh and a sexy smile. Wendy was her name. The object of my fantasies.
When in public together, the couple turned heads of both sexes! The poster couple for the perfect marriage. Or was it?
It was late in the fall. I’d just finished with the leaves and grass. Admiring my work as I enjoyed a beer, a deep voice shook me from my daydream.
“Can I use your leaf blower, mine just gave out. “Turner was casting quite the shadow and I happened to be in it.
“Of course you can.” I said, thinking that it must be nice just to use your good looks to get what you want. I gave him what he came for, and just as quickly he vanished in the recesses of his yard. A privacy wall surrounded his property, with wrought iron rail gating. Beautiful, secure and private. I’d often wondered what it looked like.
Weeks went by and I had forgotten the incident altogether when the phone rang. It was Wendy wondering if I could assist Turner with a small chore in the yard. With my wife away visiting her sick mom, I thought why not?
I walked the three house distance in the Indian summer we were having wearing what I usually did, a tank top and board shorts. My flip-flops smacked along the stroll. I’m not a big guy, never played sports, more of a geek. I’m thin, one thirty soaking wet, my wife in her heels is taller than my five foot six fame. A bit of an eighty’s boy my hair was down to the middle of my back. Enjoying the sun as I stood before the gate, I pressed the button and waited.
Wendy’s voice was the one that answered, and granted me entrance to their castle. Figuring Turner was around the back of the property, I casually turned the corner and almost passed out. There without a stitch of clothes on was Wendy, nursing a margarita in her lounger.
The second shock came when I saw that Turner was next to her in exactly in the same condition, bare for all.
I must have been staring for some time, when Wendy broke the silence stating the obvious. “We’re nudist.” I took a mental picture of that goddess, for beat material later. Stunning was not even close to describing her beauty. Turner found his voice soon after. I tuned to him as he spoke.
“Not sure you can help, I may have to call another bud” Pointing to the stump he was trying to remove from his yard. It was a rather small stump. Not like the stump Turner was packing. Even soft his cock was three times bigger than mine. That monster must split his Barbie in two when they fuck. I watched as sweat rolled down his abs to the base of that huge cock. Darting my eyes away, I think he did see me staring at it, I don’t know why my eyes even looked, Why does traffic slow down at a bad accident? Do they secretly want to see a mangled body? I’m heterosexual my eyes stayed on his face. Designing software for a popular gaming platform. I studied the stump. Water had been used to soften the soil. Most of the dirt had been cleared, exposing a few core roots. Some of those roots even failed to compare to the other leg that dangled between his. Knowing there was no hope of me helping..I wondered why they even asked for it.
“A tractor is your answer, a small one won’t be much to rent.” I offered my advice. Hoping he would not have me attempt such a task. Turner kept his focus on the stump, as if trying to read its mind. I kept sneaking peeks at Wendy when I could. When I could not, it was the stump and his stump I looked at. Wishing mine could be half that big, only made me more pathetic.
“Let’s try to push it from here.” Turner said pointing to the widest part. I shrugged and walked around where he stood and found a place to put my hands. Turner then stood behind me, closed the gap between. His monster mitts made mine look feminine. His arms resembled black steel on each side of me. I immediately felt that big cock at my ass, as we dug in and shoved.
This went on till I was about to die, sweating, shirt clinging to my skinny frame. His body added to this heat. His pecks dug into my back as I swear his cock dug into my bubble of an ass. Finally I heard a snap, and suddenly we were launched forward as the stump gave way. Landing us the muddy ground, Turner on top of me. My breath was taken as his weight pressed mine further in the mud. It took some time for Turner to pick himself up off of me.
Laying there hoping my will was updated, I slowly recovered as well. Mud covered me from head to toe. Wendy was kind enough to offer a shower. I thought I could just as easily take one at my place, and began my departure.
“I wouldn’t feel very Christian if you did not accept my offer.” Wendy said, blocking my exit by stepping right in front of me. I was so close to her that I could smell her perfume, then her sweat, and then something else. Was it sex? Thinking it couldn’t be, I looked down before I could stop myself and was shocked to see what appeared to be cum leaking down her thigh.
“Uh, uh, but I don’t have any clean clothes” I stammered looking back up at her lovely face. I could feel my cock starting to harden as I failed to stop myself thinking about the fucking Turner must have given her just before I arrived.
“Don’t worry sugar, we’ll find you something to put on.” She said with a sexy smile as she pushed me back with one hand to the center of my chest. The argument was lost. Taking me by the hand, she guided me through their beautifully decorated house, to a stall shower off the guest room. Even the stall was big, and she stepped in with me, pointed out the soap and shampoo, and then winked before she turned and left me to the task.
Letting the water wash away the grime wasn’t enough, I used the soap, body wash and shampoo. Doing a thorough job to lift the dirt. And trying to get my stiff cock to go down. Maybe twenty minutes passed before I emerged. As I was drying my body I was alarmed to see my pubic hair wiped away with the beads of water. Did I grab a bottle of Nair by mistake? Not having any hair at the base made my cock look so different. Longer and thinner. I quickly covered myself with my towel, and began to look for clothes.
Not finding any, yelled for something to put on, to whomever was listening. Turner opened the door and tossed me some scraps, looked at me briefly as he closed the door again. I sorted the bundled fabric. There were a pair of shorts that were cut like Daisy Dukes. The top was a light pink and had blue flowers embroidered on it. Clearly these were Wendy’s but to avoid any further issues I put them on. I usually go free balling so the lack of undies didn’t bother me.
What did bother me is the shorts were almost a thong on me, I could see in the mirror that they made my ass look like it belonged on a bimbo. The top was practically glued to my chest. The snug fit created cleavage and was cut to draw attention there. The image in the mirror looked more like a young women than it did me I was embarrassed. I improvised and wrapped a towel around me for the short walk home.
Working my way back out through the house, I was again surprised by Turner. In his hand was a frosted glass with a purple concoction, that he put into mine. Being parched I quickly accepted and downed the glass in moments. A very refreshing strong drink was now warming my tummy. Feeling the affects almost instantly, I had been drinking prior to the call. The warm buzz engulfed me, I steadied myself on the wall. The bass of his voice, sent electricity down my spine. Causing chills to rise, the sensation washed over me
Hey, don’t leave now, hang out for a while and relax.” Turner said, stopping me before I could get out the door. He never gave any sign of befriending me in the years we shared the same stretch of black top. I’ve always enjoyed the comfort of home, so I didn’t get out much. My feet already moving along the cool wooden floor. I just shrugged saying “Uh.. Ok, I guess.”
“I have a game room in the basement. Come on, it’s a blast. We can play a game, get to know one another.” He knew my vise for games, but I was freaked out and started for the door. Suddenly his canon of an arm moved, landing on my shoulder. I had no choice but to walk with him down a staircase to the door at the bottom. He held one arm around me his hand then slid down to my hip. The other hand was opening the door as he would for a lady. He smiled, but I could see something sinister behind his pearly white teeth.
“Sure, why not?” I said. Trying to be cool about the situation. I have never been in there house. I figured a few games couldn’t hurt. The sound of skin hitting skin followed behind me. His cock, slapping his thigh, I quickened the pace, but when I turned the corner at the bottom, there were no video games or pool tables. Scanning the room, the fear failed to snap me into reality. I looked back; Turner was locking the door.
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