The Housewives Of Coxville County part 7HOCC: The Coxville Book Club Meeting II (finale)The sun was just rising over Coxville County. The chirping of birdsjust beginning to hit their stride of activity as the giant orange ballascended in the east. It was an early saturday morning. The dew justbeginning to evaporate from the many blades of grass and the scarcelingering shadows of the previous dusk receded with the breaking dawn asthey had every morning, for as long as any denizens of the region couldrecall. The telltale signs it was going to be yet another scorcher in thesmall southern town. Christmas was near, yet the steadily rising heat heldall the promise of summer. To most, it was to be a typical weekend day. One filled with chores, frivolity and the expected hustle and bustle thatcomes with day-to-day life in the south. For a select few however, it wasto be a day (and evening) unlike any other. One of deception, decadence,defiance and – most of all – carnal feats and labors that would find eventhe most able-bodied man and woman tried and wanting….And all of it, initiated by the hand of one person. One woman. Ahousewife of Coxville County by the name of Mrs. Ivana Swallows.It all began with four phone calls. Ivana Swallow stood by the largecircular window of her spacious bedroom, d****d in her tan colored silkrobe and looking out over the expanse of her suburb. The beautiful morningview of the sun was always a much enjoyed habit of hers. One she’d justrealized – while listening to the steady buzz of her first outgoing call -she’d neglected far too many times over the past weeks. Her stark greeneyes scanned the distance, hills and trees, houses, marvelled at the sightof that huge mansion overlooking city hall that they’d finally finishedbuilding. The warmth of the sun made her skin feel simply divine beneaththe fabric of her robe. The heated tingle it brought to her skin gave riseto memory of other pleasurable sensation as well. Pleasurable andthoroughly exhausting. Even fully covered in her robe, Ivana Swallowslooked stunning. Her gorgeous figure hinted from underneath the sheerfabric, her half crossed arms making the succulent curves of her massivebreasts tease any viewer with meaty cleavage. The buzz of the phone wasabruptly cut off by about the fourth or fifth ring. The response from theother phone wasn’t a cordial `hello’, but a high pitched and onlyhalf-muffled squeal of;”Ouch!”Ivana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the sound. That was about whatshe’d have expected from Sammy Spitzmen, accident prone to the degree thatpicking up a phone was a potential hazard. Lord knew she loved the gingergym nut to pieces, but some days she wondered how someone so ditzy managedto survive for so long. Darwin’s theory flipped onto its head is what itwas.”Dang it!” said Sammy, an audible clack and clutter as she struggledeither untangling or picking up the phone from wherever she’d taken it.”H-Hello?” came Sammy’s voice.”Sammy, are you alive over there?””Ivy?””Its me, dear”, said Ivana. “Should I call 911, anything broken?””No” replied Sammy. “Just got tripped up on this stupid phone cord.””When are you going to get rid of that ancient thing? You do know theysell cordless phones now. You don’t have to keep that relic just becauseyou’re grandmother handed it off to you.”Some shuffling and muffled curses from the other end of the phone roseand fell.”Y-Yeah, I know.” said Sammy.”Then again, with you I’m not entirely sure it’d do much good”,confessed Ivana.At this, Sammy giggled, not catching the fact that Ivana was purely notjoking…or perhaps maybe she did.”So what’s up?” asked Sammy. “I was just about to head on over to theOlympian. Want to meet me there?””Actually” began Ivana, “I called to ask if you were free thisafternoon.””This afternoon?”A moment of silence, the redhead gnawing at the idea.”I was gonna clean and make dinner for Steve tonight…whenever he getsback from work.But aside from that, I got nothin goin.””Excellent. I’m having a little get together today. A small potluck.Nothing grand, just the girls from our book club.””Really?!” squealed Sammy from her end of the phone. The noise was sopitched with delight that Ivana actually had to pull her head away from thereceiver for a moment.”Oh wow, that’d be great. Feels like I haven’t seen ya’ll in ages.”At this, Ivana agreed. Circumstances had made their gatherings seemspaced far more than before. Ivy’s work had held her hostage at CoxvilleHigh to the point she’d barely seen her own husband in the previous weeks,let alone her friends (and lesser still her enemy).”So I take your enthusiasm as a sign to expect you at three o’clock?””You bet!” said Sammy, a half-cheered held in her tone.”Should I set up anything special for you? Organic fruit, zero fatyogurt…padding on the walls and crash helmet perhaps?”At this Sammy laughed. “No, no. I’m good Ivy. I’ll stop by the healthfood store on my way back from the gym.””Nothing TOO healthy this time, I hope. I think Bianca is still havingnightmares about those kale muffins you brought last time.””Psh! Bianca oughta be thanking me I introduced those to her. Thosechocolate chip cookies she brought aren’t gonna make her fanny get anysmaller.”Ivana knew that small jab to be true. She’d heard the little nicknamestudents (and a number of faculty) at Coxville High -the school both sheand Bianca Blackwood worked at – had given. 3B, Big Butt Blackwood or somesuch nonsense.”Well, for the sake of the others, let’s keep it moderately healthytoday, yes?”Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.” said Sammy.”Excellent. It’s settled then. I’ll see you at three sharp.” saidIvana.”You’ll see me!” replied Sammy.The two said their goodbyes, and ended the call….”Oh, I dunno Ivy…” came the hesitant cadence of Bianca Blackwood’svoice. “I still have a mountain of papers to grade.””Oh work, work, work!” replied Ivy from her end of the phone. “Takingan afternoon to hang out with the girls won’t leave your semester in chaos,BB.””Said the pot to the kettle” replied Bianca. “You’ve been cooped up inyour office at the school like Victor Frankenstein for weeks now. I cancount on one hand the number of times I’ve seen you in the halls or theteacher’s lounge.””Exactly!” huffed Ivana. “Us hard working women have been workinourselves to the bone. Why not give ourselves a day off?””Because the only true method of completed work is in the persistence,not the occasional break.””Ah, occasional being the operative word, dear. You’re drained, I canhear it in your voice.”Bianca gave a light sigh. The big blonde most definitely had beenworking herself to the nub. It was a trait that Ivana truly respected mostabout her tall (extremely shapely) colleague. She put work first andfrivolity at a very distant second.”You’re not doing yourself or your students any good trying to powerthrough papers if you’re brains scrambled like two eggs on sunday morning.”Silence…Bianca was thinking it over.”Well…” The thick fair-haired beauty began, a yield hinted in hersultry voice. “It has been a minute since I have seen everyone. Somefemale camaraderie might do my low morale some good.””Low morale?” questioned Ivana. “What’s up? Everything good with youand Jeb?””O-Oh yeah, things are great” said Bianca, Ivy catching the lie almostinstantly. “Me and Jeb are great. So are the k**s. Its just…thesepapers. They’re really nothing to rave about. As a teacher, it…it canbe a bit disheartening at times, you know?””Disheartening huh? That bad?””Bad would be a generous word for most of these, Ivy. Its like they’renot even trying half the time. I really do wonder why I even bother somedays. “”Yeesh..””My one girl, Daphne, she’s about the only one who shows any semblanceof enthusiasm in her work. I’d settle for enthused if not altogethercorrect.””What about that other k**, the one you’re always riled up about?”Bianca knew exactly who Ivana meant.”Oh…yeah, him.Gerald Stylze was the name of Bianca’s student. Blackwood made a bigshow of not uttering his name, but her body gave off a slight jolt at therecollection of him. Ivana could hear Bianca shift around in her seat atthe mention of the unruly student.”I’ve got his paper right in front of me now…””And…” coaxed Ivana, wanting to know more.”His choice in subject matter is…questionable, to say the least. Buthis performance is…gawd, his performance.””That bad huh?” said Ivana.Bianca trailed off for a moment, uncertain of how to finish.”He’s very…intense…about his stance on the matter. Rigorous even.””Heh, gotta admire passion in the young ones” added Ivana. “Well,you’ve got one stellar student, and another rigorously passionate one. That, Mrs. Blackwood, is a success. You should treat yourself to acelebration at my place for a job well done in instilling our preciousyouth with solid academic tutelage.”At this Bianca had no choice but to laugh.Ivana could come off like acar-saleswoman when she wanted to convince someone to do something. Theconstant, at times pushy, insistence wrapped in compliments won most peopleover most of the time. And if her assertive charms didn’t do the trick,her stunning looks would invariably get the job done.”You pose an interesting case, Mrs. Swallows” joked Bianca. “Let mefinish up a few more papers and I’ll see about heading down.”Seeing was quite different from saying she’d be there,but Ivana tookthat compliance as about as much a victory as to be attained with Bianca.Truth be told,the blonde bombshell was almost about as stubborn as she was.”Splendid,hon. It is a potluck, so be sure to bring a littlesomething.””Will do” replied Bianca.The two women spent another few moments working out the few lingeringdetails, and finished their conversation with – more or less – the promisethat Bianca Blackwood would be at the Swallows’ residence at 3 P.M.”One last question before I go, Ivy.” said Bianca.”Yes?””…Sammy won’t be bringing any of those god awful kale muffins, willshe?”…”Da~” was all Anya White had to say on the matter. “Would be joyed overto go potluck!”The Russian sounded simply ecstatic on the line. Ivy was almost takenaback by how perky the woman sounded today.”Overjoyed, dear.” said Ivana.”Chto?” replied Anya.”Its overjoyed, not joyed over. I guess Bianca missed that word duringyour English lessons.””Ah, sure sure,yes. Overjoyed. I would be overjoyed to go potluck.”Ivana didn’t want to be a stickler for english (that was BB’s job) soshe left out the correction of going `to a’ potluck in the woman’sstatement.”Great Anya. So glad to hear it. Be sure that Tom doesn’t try toweasel his way into going, yes? Strictly a girl’s thing, you can assurehim he doesn’t need to act as your shadow like he usually does.””Oh, is no problem Ivy. Tom is out of town this weekend. Businesstrip. Just me and…him…”Ivy could hear the venom in the Russian wife’s voice upon uttering theword `him’. The busty nurse knew exactly who `he’ was, and by relationknew Anya was chomping at the bit to be out of the house.”Ah, the joys of motherhood” said Ivana,a joking lilt to her toneintended to (jokingly) annoy Anya.”STEP-mother” Anya corrected. “Back home, c***dren like him weremarched into the cold and left in woods.””Here we just give them ther****ts.””Do ther****t have baseball bat and KGB training?””No, I’m afraid they most often don’t.””Then you Americans are doing it wrong.”The two women laughed, all but guaranteeing one another that they’d seeeach other that afternoon.”3 o’clock sound good?” asked Ivana.”Da. Will be there with on-bells.””Bells on…””Chto?””With bells on, dear. How would one show up `on’ bells?””Don’t know…figured it was just one your strange American phrases.””Oh, Bianca’s gonna have some serious catch-up work to do.”…The fourth and final call was by far the most difficult. Ivana wasactually hesitant at first. Stalling for almost an hour with pacing andfiddling about with things in her room. She picked out her clothes forthat day; her white sleeveless blouse – the one that best showcase thetoned curves of her shoulders and neck, her light colored skirt – thatseemed to clench and cup at her meaty curves – and went about drawing abath armed with her array of scented soaps and oils. Ivana was preparing.She went at this for some time, until finally working up the nerve to dialin the numbers on the phone.One ring.Two rings.Another.Ivana started to wonder if anyone was home. Her heartbeat quickened. This call was the most crucial to her days plan. She needed it in orderfor all that she had planned to be put in motion. By now, the seeds shehad sown the day or so prior should have already begun to blossom.Another ring…And another…Ivana was starting to think her entire plot had been dashed, everythingdone for nothing, when…”Hello…” came the voice from the other end.It was a low, seductive tambour. Its lilt and cadence tickling thesenses like a starlet cooing into a lover’s ear.”Jenny, dear?” replied Ivana, her tone just as low and luminous as thefirst.”Ivy, honey, good to hear your voice.” said Jenny Summers. “Been adog’s age it feels like since we’ve talked.”Eight dog’s ages and a life times wouldn’t be nearly enough, you slut!was what Ivana wanted to coo into the phone at the blonde haired woman.”Oh, I know~, been swamped with work just lately.””So I’ve heard…” replied Jenny, a faint sense of knowing at the tip ofher tongue that cause Ivana to start a little.”I…I’m having a potluck today.””Oh really?””Nothing fancy, just the girls and I””I see.” said Jenny.”Wouldn’t be a party without you, hon” shot Ivana.”Well…I’m helping Harold get some of his things ready. Apparently hegot the idea from George that they should go on a fishing trip thisweekend.””Yes…” said Ivana, cautiously making it sound like she was aware, butnot too aware of the men’s plans. “I heard George say something like thatthe other day. Figured the boys not being around would give us girls achance to meet up. Its been too long. Can’t even remember the last timewe all got together.””Last book club meeting” said Jenny flatly, not at all convinced thatIvana could remember their last gathering. “You must have been the busylittle beaver to not remember the last book club meeting” shot Jenny.Ivana could feel her grip tightening on the phone handle. She knows,thought Ivy. Somehow, Jenny knew about what had happened during her townstudy. She was waving it in front of her, the bitch. As if she hadn’tdone worse.”Someone’s gotta do it” said Ivana. “So, we’re seeing you at my placethen, right? Three sharp. Wouldn’t be a party without you.””You say that enough times, and I might actually start believing you,Ivy?”At this, both women laughed, but not an ounce of warmth was held in thesounds.”Well, let me just see Harold off, and I’ll see what I can do.””Sounds good.”Ivana heart was thumping harder now.The pace and beat of one about toget into a fight. Despite this however, her calm tone did not waver.”What should I bring?” asked Jenny.”Just yourself and that winning smile, Jen. I’ve taken care ofeverything.””Sounds great.”A long moment went by. A beat that carried on for what could have beenan hour. There was a definite tension over the phone. The two women wereplaying up politeness to the point it became almost suffocating. When themoment reached its choking point;”Alrighty then, looking forward to seein you, dear. Don’t be late.””Can’t wait, Ivy. See you at 3…”The call ended, and Ivana stood in her bathroom. The tub steamed withhot water, awaiting the woman’s entry. Ivana discarded her robe, allowingthe silk to slide her ample form and fall to floor. Her body was a temple;the perfect blend of womanly curve and honed muscle. Any man beholding thesight of her shedding her garment to reveal her tight, thick, rounded assand thighs, her full breasts, sculpted arms, shoulders and taut flat tummy,would have been left without recourse but to pounce. Ivana Swallows was asight to behold, and dipping her epic body into the steaming water was theopening act of what was to be a day unlike any other in Coxville County. She was preparing herself, mentally and physically, for a finalconfrontation. All the pieces and players had been assembled, and shewould make sure everything played out the way she sought it to.Sitting in the tub, Ivana slowly lathered and rubbed herself down,running through her plan again and again in her head as her hands ran toand fro on her body. In only a few hours time, it would all boil down toone thing; she would prove herself the Queen of Coxville to her friends andpeers. And, most importantly, she finally put Jenny Summers in herrightful place…under Ivana’s heel. The mere thought of it left Ivanaunable to contain herself. And as she wiped and scrubbed gently at herample body, a finger or two would periodically brush against the outer lipsof her pussy, teasing herself at the thought of what was to come….”Ok, so, run it by me again…how’d this happen?” asked Harold Summersas he rounded the checkout aisle. Both his pasty arms were crossed overhis chest, fully occupied with an assortment of boxed snacks and plasticpackages he’d lifted from his shopping cart. Both hands were filled to thebrim with beef jerky, an amassment of candy bars, chips and about a halfdozen other roadtrip oriented goods.”He-he, you just want to hear the good parts again” chuckled GeorgeSwallows, who was already standing in the grocery line and placing his ownbounty of treats flatly on the black conveyer belt.”Oh, come on now, don’t try to spin it like I’M the one who is too eagerfor the gritty details. Heck, YOU came runnin to ME about this” rebukedSummers as he placed the checkout counter divider down, creating abarricade between his items and George’s, and began placing them down theshifting belt.”I’m just trying to get, uh…clarification, on the matter, know what Imean?”Harold may has well been nudging an elbow into his friend’s ribs as hespoke, his voice low yet holding not an ounce of subtlety. Harold wantedto hear the story (again), straight from the horses mouth.”Alright, alright” said George, batting away Summer’s incessant`insistence’ that he recant the tale again, blow-by-blow.”So last night, I’m sitting on the couch” began George. “I’m watchingDog do his thing, chasin down scumbags and looking like an absolute badassdoing it.”Harold listened intently, his eyes not taking themselves off George onceas moved the last of his items from the basket to the conveyer belt.”When all of a sudden, from behind, I feel a hand start to creep from myshoulder to my neck, and something small and pointed pressed against myhead.””Uh-huh” droned Harold, as if he hadn’t heard the tale twice before now.”It was so sudden and quiet I jumped half outta my skin. I was watchingDog, you know, so where my mindset is, i’ve got it in my head the thingpressed against my skull is like a taser or gun something. And suddenly Ihear;”Don’t move a muscle, bra!””I turn, and standing there, wearin a smirk sneaky as I don’t know what,is Ivy. Swear, the woman was a cat-burglar in another life, cuz I didn’thear her make a sound.””Wouldn’t be saying much Georgy” chuckled Harold, “your hearing hasalways been pretty much shit.”Hey? You want hear the rest of the story or not? can it with the extracommentary.””Well now, pardon me good sir”, said Harold, making a half-heartedlittle bow as they slowly motion down the aisle. “By all means, docontinue”The girl at the register – a pale and sleepy-eyed, but astounding whitebeauty with curly black hair – was moving at what could have been called(by a generous soul) as a `snail’s pace’. One couldn’t exactly blame herthough. She had started her shift at 5 AM that Saturday morning, beforethe sun had even risen. She lazily went about scanning each and every itemof the previous customers items. It certainly didn’t help matters that shehad gotten only the smallest amount of sleep last night, not leavingcompany (bed) of her boyfriend until almost 3 AM. She wanted to be crosswith him for keeping her up so late, until she recalled what they’dactually been doing in the wee hours of the morning.The customer ahead of Harold and George, a slightly older man with abalding silver pate, issued no complaint with the girl’s less than speedypace however. Her generous cleavage pressed inside her white ill-fittingflannel gave him more than enough entertainment as he waited for her tocomplete her task. George and Harold made only mild comments about the oldman’s blatant ogling of her round pales mounds, and only a few more aboutthe girl herself.”Anyway, as I was sayin. Ivy’s standin there, wearin this little blacknumber that I have NEVER seen her in before. She’s smilin like she’d justtricked the fox outta going into the hen house.”Harold let out a small giggle. George was just getting to the goodpart.”And I say; jeezus Ivy, you scared the life outta me! And she’s laughinher ass off like we’re back in high school. And she says; Oh, I’m sorry, Ijust couldn’t help myself. You’re just too easy.””He-he, ain’t that the truth” said Harold.”And me, I’m sittin there, trying my best bring my heartbeat down to asimmer from the small fit she’d just given me, and I say; what on earth’sgotten into you? She hasn’t been the practical joker typein…sheesh…forever. Then it happens.””Yeah, here we go…” said Harold, eagerly rubbing his hands together inanticipation. They were nearing the apex of the anecdote now, and ithadn’t failed to give Harold Summers goosebumps yet.””She leans in, real close, towers over me almost. She’s got thisperfume on, swore it smelled like lavender and magic, And Ivy’s – well,without saying too much – you know my wife’s got quite the womanly figureon her.””I’ve noted you a being a very lucky man in that regard” chuckledHarold.”So my Ivy, bein built the way she is, smellin like she was, leans inreal close. I mean she’s practically trying to smother me with her chest,and she says-“”Here we go…” repeated Harold.”Nothin tonight…we should remedy that…”At this both men let out hardy chuckles openly in the line.”I’m tellin you Harry, the extra hours she’s been putting in at theschool’s straight turned her rabid. I mean, we must have gone aboutfour-five times last night. Huffin and puffin up a storm like we were k**sagain. Would’a swore it was our honeymoon.”Harold let out a giddy chuckle at this. “Ooooowe~, Georgey you virilecad you!”By this time the girl at the register had begun on their jolly pair’sgrocceries. George’s detailing of the previous night’s events had been inhearing reach of the young dark haired from around the `we should remedythat ` remark. She could fill in the blanks from there. Secretly, shefound the idea of these two old geezers `huffing and puffing’ revolting,but kept such sentiments to herself.”I tell you buddy, NOTHING beats having at a gorgeous woman under withthe audible musings of Dog cheering you on in the background.””Right you are, brah!”.The two laughed openly, while the female clerk silently rolled her eyes.”After it was all over, we just laid there and talked. Hadn’t dawned onme til last night how little of that we actually get around to doin thesedays.””Among other things…” added Harold with a smirk.”Truer words never spoken aloud.”The checkout girl silently went about scanning each item. The overheardtale had done nothing but remind her of how much she missed her boyfriend.It had been a whole nine hours since she’d seen him. Assessing that muchtime as having passed since she’d last gotten laid silently made heranxious.”And we got around to talkin about how we – that’s you and I – neverreally get around to having any `MEN’ time, ya know?””Work has kept me cooped up for a while now” agreed Harold. “Barelyeven see Jenny and Kitty these days.””Yep, and you’ve hung out with the guys even less. Hence, why thisfishing trip got put together.””Heh, pretty last minute, but hey, a trip to the lake sounds like a goodchance of scenery. I swear, I think I was starting to see everything inbinary because of that danged computer screen.””This trip will do us all some serious good, Harry my boy. The fella’sare already headin down there. Figured we’d pick up some last minutesupplies, the essentials of course, and head on down behind them. Two daysof uninterrupted relaxation, MAN style.””And how are you doin today, darlin?” said George, his eyes fixed on thegirl’s stark blue eyes for the first time.She gave the two old geezers a cordial reply, rang them up accordingly,and granted them a few small giggles at their bad jokes and attempts atflirtation. God, she couldn’t wait to be off. She silently thanked Jesusher shift was ending in only a few minutes. The clerk rang up their items,gave them their total. They paid, loaded the items into their bags, andshe promptly erected the small sign at her cash register reading `RegisterClosed’. DONE, she thought triumphantly, her shift finally ended”Thank you kindly darlin” said the old geezers.She’d managed to issue as much “have a nice–” before her voice caughtin her throat. Her gaze had shifted over to the store’s entrance. Herboyfriend had just walked in. He’d said he was going to give her a ride,and had actually shown up early for a change. She half jumped out her skinin excitement, her once-weary facial expression melting away in an instantas she saw his tall muscular form saunter into the store. She almosttrampled over the two old geezers to race down the aisle and get to herman. George and Harold had seen the sudden shift in the girl’s manner andtone, and turned to follow her mad-dash as she bolted from around the cashregister.”Whoa!” said Geroge, almost colliding with the young woman as shewhizzed by the pair of them in a flash.The two men took a moment to admire the girl’s hitherto hidden assets,which were tucked tightly into a pair of blue jeans so form-fitting as togive the illusion of being painting on, as opposed to being worn.”Man oh man” uttered Harold, admiring the girl’s taut waist, roundedhips, toned legs and thighs. Her behind was a bit big for his taste, butall-in-all the girl was a vision.”Reminds me of that one actress” chimed in George. “You know, the onefrom those stupid romance movies with the sparklin vampires.””Yeah…” half-agreed Harold. “If she hit the gym with Sammy Spitzmensix days a week”.The two men chuckled all the way up til they saw the dark haired beautyleap into the thick chisled arms of the 6 foot plus black youth who enteredthe store at that moment. Harold gave out a nervous cough as they watchedthe young thing throw her arms around the negro’s muscle strewn shouldersand wrapped her legs around his waist, his six (or was it eight) pack absshowing beneath the thin fabric of his white tank top shirt. The motion ofher suddenly being hoisted in his arms caused his baggy blue jeans to sageven lower than they had when he’d walked in, giving it the look as thoughhis pants were altogether about to slip to ground. She kissed at hischeek, temple, bald head and full dark lips with little to no considerationfor the sneer of onlookers in the store. She was officially off the clockafter all, who cared.She gripped him tighter, her firm legs tightening around her darkstallion. The caused his pants to slip down another inch or so. Thistime, both middle aged men let out a nervous cough, as the front of theblack young man’s pants slipped to reveal the front of his boxers. Thebulge at the front of the black youth’s crotch made it look like he’dsmuggled one of those giant kielbasa sausages in the front of hispants…of the ‘thick’ and ‘jumbo’ variety.”A-hem!” choked George.”Well now…” began Harold. “Let’s uh…””Yeah, let’s get goin.”Without another word, the two men headed out of the store. They had nochoice but to pass the joyous couple as they sped walk to George’s truck toload up their things. They caught the deep baritone of the young mansaying;”Damn baby, you actin like I ain’t just seen you last night. Figuredyou’d be tired by now.”and the girl’s subsequent giggle of;”Not for you and that billy club of yours, sugar.”Harold and George couldn’t hold back the beet red blush on their facesas they rounded the couple and got to the truck.”Well…” said Harold, obviously uneasy.”Didn’t quite see that one comin” ended George.The two were silent loading up their goods into the car. Harold was sopreoccupied loading his portion of the groceries, he hadn’t seen the personwalking behind him. There was a sudden collision of bodies, and Haroldfound himself being bumped into the car door. He suddenly found himselfbeing berated by the angry bass of another man’s voice.”HEY! Watch where you steppin!” boomed the voice. Harold’s heartskipped a beat. He hadn’t seen the person he’d bumped into, bit the voicewas deep and low. Most definitely sounded black.”Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! So sorry. So, so-“Harold turned, his arms half raised. He wasn’t sure if they were raisedto prepare for a blow, or raised in an ‘I surrender’ gesture, but they wereraised. His rapid heartbeat settled only when he saw the face belonging tothe hostile voice, along with George’s laughter from the other side of thevehicle.”Ha-Ha!” came the hardy laugh of Coach Black, all 6 plus feet andtwo-hundred pounds of him towering above Harold like a jovial black giant.”How many times am I gonna get you with that one, Summers?””Jeezus, Coach, you scared the wits outta me.””I know, THAT’s whats so funny.”Coach laughed, George laughed and in turn Harold had to let out a bit ofa chuckle as well. Coach Black and he weren’t strictly what one would call’friends’. Their history was…complicated…to say the least. And whilehe would have voiced grievance with the negro’s prank, he voiced nocomplaint. Doing so would have started an altercation, and Harold Summerswas not one for altercations. Besides, voicing a dislike for the largebald black phys.ed teacher would incur questions from George. Why don’tyou and Coach Black like each other, that guys a riot, George would as. Harold would then be forced to give reasons as to why he and Black weren’tbosom buddies.He’d have to tell him about the looks he’d been giving his wife, Jenny.The looks that Jenny – despite her not acknowledging or even knowing it -had given him. Harold would have to hint of there being the lingeringscent of hostility in the wake of a particular pool party which hadoccurred earlier that summer. The memory of that wasn’t something Haroldwas going to get into. He wouldn’t let what he saw that ruin his fishingtrip.”How goes it fellas!” said Coach Black.”It goes, Coach. Yourself?””Can’t complain. Can’t complain at all.”Coach Black was a mountain of a man. Tall and thick with mass andmuscle. Added to this were his masculine good looks; strong squared jaw,shaped nose, solid cheekbones, etc. George always compared him to that oneblack actor. “The British guy, the one on that Luther show.” Referrence tohis physical prowess was always doubled when Black wore clothing like hedid on this day; a plain white (and rather ill-fitting) polo shirt, trackpants with two white stripes going down the sides, and trainers that lookedlike they cost a few hundred dollars easy. The plainer the outfit CoachBlack wore, the more his amassment of abs, biceps, shoulders and such wereshowcased.h He was the envy of most men in town, despite the fact very fewever made the foolhardy confession of saying so out loud.”So, where ya’ll two off to?” said Coach. “Ya’ll packed up with moresnacks than truck.””Yeah” replied Harold, forcing his mind back to the conversation athand. “Me and George are heading out for the weekend.””Fishing, out by the lake.” added George from his side of the truck.”Nice!” came another voice, this one also deep like Black’s, but farless aggressive.”Nothing like a good fishing trip to get center oneself.” It was thenthat Harold noticed. Noticed the other black man standing beside CoachBlack.”Aw, don’t you start up wit’cho Zen, Chakra, back-to-mother-earth’s-wombtype shit.” belted Coach at – who Harold Summers would have sworn – was anexact clone of himself. He had to do a double take for a moment, shook hishead the slightest bit. I must have hit my head against the car orsomething, thought Harold. I’m seeing double.”Being out in all that green, water and fresh air, MAN, nothing beatsit!” This man, this double of the Coach, spoke nothing like him. He wasboisterous, enthusiastic and – though his tone was deep in the mannercommon to many blacks in Coxville – held less the harsh, ebonics-likequalities of the others. It reminded Harold of a camp-counselor.”I…I’m sorry, I…I think I might have hit my head or something. I’mseeing double.”The two black men laughed the same laugh.”Been a minute since we heard that one, huh b*o?” said the jovial blackman. He was bald, like Coach Black. He was tall like Coach Black. Theywere both sculpted from head to toe with beyond impressive athletic muscle.It was only the difference of facial hair and dress style that set the twomen apart.”Can’t say I missed it” said Coach. “I don’t think you two have met myyounger brother before.””B-brother?” said both George and Harold.”Oh, come off it, Coach” said the clone, the title Coach carried a morethan sarcastic slant to it.”Younger by a measly two minutes.””Two years, two minutes, you still bringing up the rear.””Yeah, yeah, you keep tellin yourself that, b*o.””Any-damn-way, guys, this is my TWIN brother, Richard” announced Coach.”Rich, this is Harold Summers and George Swallows. Local head-honchos intown…on opposite day.”Coach chuckled, and George even managed to let out a hardy bark oflaughter at the slight jab. It always baffled and more than a bit annoyedHarold, how much George and Coach got along. George was his best friend,had been since their youngest days in school. Yet, whenever Coach Blackturned up, George would suddenly start acting the fool to gain Coach’sfavor. Laughing at his jokes, despite how often they were aimed at him. Agreeing with him, despite the fact he knew George didn’t agree. It reallyground his gears to see his best friend suck up to the over-muscled jock.”Rich just got back in from out of town. Hasn’t been in Coxville in ages.””Oh yeah?” inquired George, “where you been all this time?””Here and there mostly” said Rich said with a serene smile. It was acagey answer, but one George simply nodded his head at.The brown skinned twin may have physically looked güngören escort identical to hissports-nut of a brother, but they dressed completely different from oneanother. Rich wore a rather loose fitting, V-neck shirt of some strangebreed of cloth. Something that look closer to what one of those spiritualyogi’s would wear in some far off country to the east. He wore baggytanned shorts, jeans that had been cut just beneath the knee. His largebare feet sat snug in brown sandles. Around Rich’s neck was adorned alarge wreath of what looked like prayer beads. They sat loosely around thehighly defined muscles of his neck.”I guess here and there had an excellent gym and eating program” saidGeorge, loading the last of his things into the truck.Rich laughed at this. “The world is my gym, sir. You can be anywherein the world and still get in a good workout.””Yeah” grunted George, “I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m aching toget some push ups in at the office.””My little brother here gets it in when he can. He’s ain’t nearly as onpoint as me, mind you, but he gets it in.””Must everything be a comparison with you, Coach?” said Rich. “Somewould think all that bluster and boasting is the tell of insecurity.””Pfft! Fuck outta here!” replied Coach.”What’re ya’ll up to?” asked George.”Us?” said Coach, “We just picking up a few thangs. Meat for thislittle barbecue that’s going down today.””Oh yeah?” said George. “Bit of a hot one to be throwin a barbecue,ain’t it?””Maybe…” replied Coach. “Its a favor really.””What’s her name?” chuckled George.At this, Coach issued his own chuckle in confession. “Hey, you know howit goes G. When a Coxville woman asks a man to provide the meat, you KNOWhe’s got no choice but to oblige.””Ha! Here here brother! Get’er done brah!””You know I will” said Coach, a knowing smirk etched on his face thatGeorge didn’t catch. George turned his car key in the ignition, whichcaused the vehicle to spring to life.”Let’s hit the road, Harry!” called George to Harold, who was staringhard at the black pair.Harold wanted to ask Coach something. Wanted to demand where this’barbecue’ was being held. Who was hosting it? What favor? About a halfdozen other probing and pointed questions that ran through his mind inquick succession. However by the time he’d worked up his voice to ask thefirst-*BEEP BEE~EP!* blared the sound of the truck’s horn.”Earth to Summers, we’ve got miles and miles to go hombre. Let’s getmoving.” Harold sighed. Black and his twin brother were already headinginto the store.”Peace, gentlemen! Safe travels!” called Rich over the blare thetruck’s engine.Harold, defeated, slumped his shoulders and wiped the thought from hishead. He was (probably) just being paranoid. Paranoid and out of sorts.Lord knew he had ample reason to be suspicious but…something held himback from pursuing confrontation. He couldn’t place his finger on whatmade him not act more aggressive towards the negro coach. It wasn’t thethought of conflict…not really. It was something else. Some naggingurge that impelled to him to keep quiet on the matter, for fear ofdisrupting what he’d fashioned to be a – more or less – perfect life. Thelooming ‘If’ of Coach and his wife hung over him, and yet Harold Summersstill shrugged it off.”I’m coming, hold your dang horses!” he said, throwing the last of hisitems in the back of the truck and speed-stepping over the passenger side.He hopped inside Geroge’s truck and gave one final look at the store in thefaint expectation of seeing Coach Black and his brother entering the store.Instead he saw the young couple from before. The overly muscled blackyouth in the tank-top, and the gorgeous store clerk girl with the blackhair. They walked out of the store, hand-in-hand and with a fire in theireyes that told Harold all he needed to know about how the young pairplanned on spending the rest of their Saturday. The sight made HaroldSummers gulp nervously. He was being paranoid, he knew it…and yet, hewould spend most of the drive to the lake in an uneasy silence. Runningthrough every conceivable scenario in his head.You know how it goes the booming voice of Coach Black wouldoccassionally echo in Harold’s head. When a Coxville woman asks a man toprovide the meat, you KNOW he’s got no choice but to oblige.*GULP!*The Swallows’ residence was in the midst of preparation. From top tobottom, Ivana moved about the grand two story suburban home, a beyondefficient cleaning machine. Every surface wiped down, every speck of dustremoved, every dish washed. Though the gathering was set to take place inthe large living room of the abode, Ivana worked like a fiend to have everycorner and crevasse of the house looking spotless. She’d have nothingshort of perfection today, from the floors, to the table, fine china tovarious home furnishings. When everything was complete, the large servingtable in the next room over awaiting the various bringing’s of the home’sguest, Ivana lounged on the large red couch positioned at the far northernend the living room.Ivana, much the rest of her home, looked nothing short of immaculate. She wore her white vest and teal min-skirt, along with her favorite pair ofwhite high heels. Her vest, on the cusp of ill-fitting, showcased hertaught shoulders and toned smooth arms and bunched her tremendous chestinside its fabric. The skirt she wore clung to her thick womanly curves,teasing the meaty but muscular portions of her thighs and showcasing herrounded bubble butt from virtually any angle. The busty nurse lookedsimply stunning, her body a temple shrouded in compact cloth.It was 2:54 in the afternoon, mere minutes away from the time her guestswould arrive. Her plan had been put in motion from the time she’d madethose four earlier. Her final, aggressive, gambit against Jenny Summersput into play hours ago. In actuality, it had all begun for the lusciousbrunette nurse even earlier than that day. Yes, Ivana Swallows had decidedwhat had to be done, what she had to do, some days prior. It had struckher one evening, the very same night of her secret foray into darkterritory with several VERY able-bodied black men at her job. The plancame together like a set of puzzle pieces, simplistic in how the partsconnected to form a whole. That night, after she’d finished pleasuringherself for the second or third time to the memory of those big black bullshaving at her ample figure, she’d put it all into play.In order for her plan to work, the first variable that needed to beremoved, was her husband. She sauntered to him that night in that sameliving room, still riding the wave of carnal euphoria from pounding she’dtaken. Ivana had found herself feeling playful that evening. She used itto her advantage. Creeping up to her husband, she made a game of seducinghim. Giving him a light scare whilst he watched that ridiculous bountyhunting show of his. She could hear the sound of the television as shesilently crept down the stairs from their bedroom and into the large spaceof their home.”Don’t move, brah!” came the booming voice from the tv.The man sounded ridiculous, brah and all that talk. But she used it toadvantage all the same. It was all to easy to creep up on George, get thedrop on him by placing a finger to the back of his head and mimicking thevoice of the large bounty-hunting lummox (whom she could tell from but aglance of the tv was only hiding about 5.4 inches inside his tightstone-washed jeans), wouldn’t even be worth the time she thought. It wasall too easy to scared her little husband, as he jumped a foot in the airupon being startled from his place on the couch. She laughed, chittered athis moment of fear like she was young again. She hadn’t had that muchmessing with a boy since college.They’d had a moment then, a shared laugh at how good Ivana had gottenher rotund hubby. She used that to her advantage. It was all to easy toproceed from there. She was still horny, her pussy hungry for more cock.As she leaned in and gave her husband the hint of her desire, sheadmittedly let her thoughts drift back to earlier that day. She recalledbeing bent over her check-up, being hammered with no mercy by big blackcocks. The large powerful things invading her open holes again and again.As she licked at her man’s ear and went on to remove the belt of his pants,Ivana remembered sucking and kneading, choking and sputtering on big blackpoles and large round balls that made her husband’s look simply comedic incomparison. By the time she’d worked George’s pants off, he was alreadyrock hard (5.7 inches erect). Gazing at the skinny erected pink think, shehad to hold in a laugh.She remembered ZJ, a regular titan of a man with near jet-black skin,mounting her. She remembered the tall black athlete cramming his longchocolate cock into her begging pink holes. The memory made her wet. Shewanted more, and though her husband’s cock couldn’t even come close tosatiating her rising lust, it would do for the time being. She rode Georgethat night, wild, hard and with about as much as her black bull’s wouldhave given her if they’d been beneath her instead of her husband.”Fuck me, fuck me, baby!” Ivana moaned, her appetite for man-fleshcontrolling her words as she ground her hips down on her husband’s softmarshmallowy his, her hands holding him down at his soft man-boobs.And all the while, flashing images of Ivana being spread, gaped, gaggedand pummeled by three jumbo sized members the color of ebony. She couldn’tfight it after a while. Couldn’t fight the pleasure of how much the rush,the punishment from those big nigger dicks. The memory made her lash outat George, who could do not but clutch at the couch pillows, the arm-rest,struggle to get his hands around her large round bosoms as she hopped upand down upon him. George’s cock couldn’t even come close to hitting Ivanaas deep as Z.J. could. At best it would poke what meager inches he hadinto her and strike up the urge in her to feel more. The gorgeous brunettelonged to be filled up once again. And though George could not deliver onthis, the inches that did get inside her drove her mad all the same.”Harder, HARDER!” she demanded, a picture of the two master-sized cocksbelonging to the school janitors slamming her exposed holes from two frontscrossing her mind.Ivana wanted to come. Wanted to feel that release ever so desperately.George could see this, and did everything in his power not to let his loadgo too quickly. It was torture trying to do so. The black sheer nightgown Ivana had been wearing left little to the imagination, and his wife’sample parts exposed from beneath the fabric looked simply astonishing whenflexed against the soft blue glow of their television screen.”Ugh! Oh! Oh! My!” grunted and groaned George. Even on theirhoneymoon, Ivana had never been like this. Even when they were a youngcouple, he had never seen her this aggressive, this (dare he think it)a****listic.The woman jumping up and down on his hard pinkish shaft wasn’t his wife.Couldn’t have been. The woman fucking him senseless – riding him so hardshe was knocking much needed breaths out of his chest with each big bounceof her full hips and powerful round ass that night – was a woman possessed.Ivana carried on for another few moments,”Come on, come ON! Harder, HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!” she demanded, andground herself down onto him so hard he swore his pelvis would snap likefirewood. Eventually, the woman looked down at the overwhelmed Swallows.The eyes that pierced him weren’t the eyes of his often irritable,health-nut of a wife. The scanning deep green pupils that were cast downon him were the ones belonging to a fiend. A succubus in every manner sansname. And it was that eye contact, Ivana glaring down at him whilepouncing on his pitiful cock, that he found himself unable to hold on anylonger.”FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she howled.”UUUUGGGHHOOOOHHHH GOSH!!!” bellowed George beneath her, clutching herto him and burying his face between her large round mounds, conquered byher lower body dropping itself without mercy on his manhood.His white cum spurted out in a swift pop of muscle and force, woefullyless than the amount those black monsters had shot onto her. Sheremembered being hosed by the trio of negroes, and was let down to feelonly a small flexing of George’s stiff cock surrender what felt like a fewdrops into her soaking wet womanhood.”Oh gosh, oh my GOSH!” whimpered George, over and over again weakly,like a small chant to calm his taxed body.He went limp, his body relaxing against hers. She feigned the same. She lay atop him, nowhere near satisfied, but pleased with the certainty ofknowing that -now- George would do whatever she asked. The Swallows couplemade idle chit-chat over the noise and clamor of the television,which hadserved as rough background noise for all ten minutes of the event. Georgewas out of breath. She hadn’t even broken a sweat.”I *huff* have *huff*NO idea what’s gotten into you, Ivy *huff* but Igotta say *huff* I LOVE it.””Works got me all riled up” said Ivana, not lying…not really. “Girlsgotta get her way some how, right?””Yes indeed, wife. Yes indeed.”From there it was the easiest thing in the world to get George talkingabout what he needed. It was even easier for her to suggest him taking aload off that weekend. Taking a vacation so as to get away from all thestress of work and whatnot.”You and Harold haven’t had much time for yourselves in a while”, shesaid, the thoughtful glint in her eyes hidden from his view as she lay herhead upon his chest.George agreed. He and Harry hadn’t had a vacation in a coon’s age. After what he just had with his wife, some time with the boys would just inorder. He could hardly keep the story contained long enough to tell hisbest chum Harold.”Yeah…you got a point” he said. From there, it was the easiest thingin the world for construct the idea of George ‘taking the weekend’ to gofishing.”I’ll just stay here, eagerly waiting for you come back and give me somemore of this monster right here.” Ivana lied, gripping George’s spent cockand chuckling the slightest bit at the joke.”Yeah…yeah that sounds like a great idea, actually.””That’s why you married me, dear” said Ivana. In her mind, she wasalready making preparations for what would follow.It was the easiest thing in the world, and now – hours later – IvanaSwallows was sitting in her empty home, awaiting her guests. She sippedidly at a glass of ice-water, looking at the clock mounted above thetelevision. 2:59 PM. Any moment now, Ivana thought. It would start assoon as-*DING-DONG!*The ring of the doorbell came just as the clock shifted from 2:59 to3:00 PM. Must be BB, thought Ivana. The woman took the phrase ‘sharp’without a hint of ease. Punctual was Bianca Blackwood to a fault. IvanaSwallows then rose from her seat on the couch and strolled over to herlarge front door. A mirror was mounted on the wall to the left of theentrance space of the house. She took one more moment to admire herself inthe mirror. She loved her body, she knew she looked good – no – GREAT. She knew what her body was capable of, and she knew her mind to be sharp.And by the end of today, Jenny Summers would know this to be true as well.”Here goes nothing” said Ivana to her reflection, her sly smith etchedacross her full luscious lips.Ivana Swallows was ready, and in a quick motion of her toned arm, openedthe door to reveal her first guest….3:00 PM;Ivana Swallows opened her front door to find Bianca Blackwood (asexpected), standing on her doorstep.”BB~!” said Ivana, her voice a light squeal at the sight of her bigblonde friend.”Hey Ivy~” came BB, a low warm greeting in response.The blonde high school teacher held a giant basket in her sculpted arms.Bianca, as usual, looked stunning. She wore a simple creme colored blouse,black skirt (which was perhaps a little too confining for her figure) andmatching black heels which made her already impressive height of 5’10” jutup to 6’ by Ivana’s guess. “3 on the dot” said Ivana, making amock-gesture of looking at her wrist as though it held a watch. “You gradefast, hon”Bianca chuckled as she stepped passed the threshold and into thesuburban home.”Yes, yes” the tall blonde confessed, ‘didn’t take me long to get fed upwith papers after our talk on the phone. I just needed a reprieve from allthose fragmented sentences and grammatical errors.””I’m well aware, dear. Bianca Blackwood; the bane of poor english.””I swear, Ivy. If I never came across the word therefore again in life,I’ll die a happy woman.”Ivy escorted Bianca in and guided her to the kitchen, where she sat downthe big covered basket.”So, what did you bring?” asked Ivy.Bianca smiled and unveiled the white cover of the basket to reveal alavish batch of decorated muffins. Chocolate, apple, cinnamon, blue-berry,and assortment of goodies that sat compacted into their sealed space. Ivylaughed at the sight of the delicious array.”You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” she asked.”Its the only way Sammy will learn, hon.”Sammy Spitzmen, the pairs’ close and accident-prone girlfriend, was adedicated health nut. If it didn’t benefit her stellar physique, then itwouldn’t get into her mouth. This invariably would be a source ofcontention between the big blonde and the super-fit ginger. BiancaBlackwood, though by no means out of shape in her own right, was oftencriticized – albeit jovially – by the lively redhead. Questions such, areyou really gonna eat that BB? Its almost pure sugar and assessments like;that’s gonna go straight to your thighs, BB were regular words conveyed. Bianca, always willing to try and compromise, attempted to try what Sammyconsidered healthier alternatives. This in turn led to, what thehousewives infamously refer to as, the ‘kale-muffin debacle’. In short, BBexpressed an avid dislike in Sammy’s healthy snack selections, referring toit more than once as ‘food fit for rabbits’. The insult sparked theathletic Sammy into one of her rare moments of anger, and countered with acomment carrying the words of “bondakadonk”.The argument had been quelled by Ivana and Jenny before it had time toescalate into something worse, yet the slightest hints of lingeringanimosity could still occasionally be sense between the blonde and theredhead whenever the issue of group meals came about. On occassions likethis, during gatherings like this, Bianca would make it an essential pointto bring something delicious to the group. Delectable treats that shesimply knew the girls would not be able to resist. Their enjoyment of themuffins would soundly put down Sammy’s strict health-food stance by a meredisplay of numbers.”You know she means well, BB. She’s just trying to look out foreverybody’s health.””Understood and appreciated….but she can shove her kale muffins in theplace least kissed by the sun.”The two laughed, and proceeded to chitchat about various things. Ivanawent about some last minute preparations, while BB helped when needed. Ithad been some time since the two had had a moment to themselves. Biancaand Ivana worked together, yet hadn’t had time to really interact in someweeks.”So, how’s the study going?” asked Bianca.”It goes…” said Ivana plainly. And goes, and goes, and goes she addedin her head, remember ZJ’s stamina. “How’s Jeb and my two cuties?” repliedIvana.”They’re good~” cooed Bianca. They keep asking when ‘auntie Ivy’ isgoing to come visit.”Bianca’s two c***dren – ages four and two – were quite fond of Ivana,and Ivana – despite her typical apprehension with k**s – adored them aswell.”Awwww!” Ivana cooed in repsonse. “You tell my two little angels thatauntie Ivy will come ’round as soon as she has a spare minute from all thiswork.”Bianca moved about the living room, helping Ivana when she could inpreparing the home for visitors. Two k**s, and she’s still looks amazing,thought Ivana. The issue of k**s had been a rather touchy issue withIvana. Ever since she’d married Geroge, the topic of having c***dren wasone she’d – rather skillfully – managed to dodge and hitherto evade. George was all for the idea. He simply couldn’t wait to populate theirhome with the pitter-patter of tiny Swallows feet. Ivana however, wasn’tso quick to have her belly expand beyond reason. Wasn’t so eager to watchher body swell and puff up, her temper and mood (already noted by many asbeing short and fiery) randomly shifting into irratic territory, to watchher food cravings take bizarre turns from light and healthy to salty andslathered with grease. And, after going through that and the ‘miracle ofc***dbirth’ she’d then get to spend months (if not years) at Sammy’s mercyin the ever-dwindling hope of – some day – whipping herself back into somesemblance of shape. Running miles upon miles, lifting pounds upon poundsof weight and engaging in endless bouts of interval training to in the HOPEshe’d regain half of her previous form and muscle.And all this was before mentioning how she’d have to put her career onhold. Ivana couldn’t even fathom the notion of NOT working, NOT havingmore things to achieve than what was possible in the available hours of theday. Oh no, k**s were a definite ‘no thanks’ riding the fast track to’hell no’ territory.Bianca Blackwood was a glimmer of hope though. Hope that Ivana wouldn’thave to sacrifice everything so completely. BB remained a teacher (if afrustrated one) long after she’d had her k**s. Bianca had, especially,managed to bounce her body back into peak shape afterwards as well. Watching the tall blonde motion this way and that out of the corner of hereye, she noted the flexing of her leg muscles, arms, shoulders and herthighs – thick, toned and full in the way Ivana identified most black womenas being. Two k**s later and Bianca still held a firmness and definitionthat couldn’t be trumped by mostly all the women she knew. And even withthe few ‘flaws’ Bianca had – her particularly round and protruding ass hadalways a sore spot for BB – made her look stunning really.Ivana didn’t quite know how to describe it, but BB’s bubble butt (in themost recent days) gave Ivy the slightest pang of yearning, envy even, whencatching the blonde teacher’s side profile or watching her big rear endsubtly bounce and jiggle whilst walking in front of her. It was strange.Ivana had never appraised Bianca in such a way. Had never felt like hergiant ass had been anything to be envious over. In her mind, Ivycorrelated this sudden attraction to large rear ends as being tied to herencounter with ZJ in her office. As she went about setting a few glassesonto the nearby table in the living room, she toyed with the silly thoughtof; is it possible to pass on particular physical likes through sex? CouldZJ and the two janitors have fucked a liking of big butts into her? Atthis, Ivana could only laugh.”Where do you want these things, Ivy?” said Bianca, stirring thebrunette nurse from her inner-musings.”W-what?” stammered Ivy. “Sorry dear, I was miles away there for aminute.” Bianca held a small stack of plates in her hands. Ivy guided heron where to put them. By her estimation, they would be receiving theirnext guest in a matter of moments. Ivana checked the time on hercell-phone, and went to the further end of the house, out into her backyardwhere her pool and – more importantly – George’s giant cooking grillresided.”You’re planning on using the grill, Ivy?” asked Bianca, who hadfollowed her out into the area.”Yeah” replied Ivana, a smile on her face that Bianca failed to identifyfor its hidden mischievousness. “Why not? Its a beautiful day. All thegirls are meeting up for the first time in what feels like ages…why nothave some meat on the menu for us…” Bianca, unaware of what sat beneathIvy’s word, smiled at the thought.”That actually sounds pretty nice” confessed Bianca. “Where’s the meatthough? I didn’t see any in the fridge.””Oh, don’t worry” said Ivana, kneeling behind the monstrous grill andmomentarily being unseen by the big blonde. Bianca only heard Ivana’sgrunt the slightest bit as she fiddled with some mechanism at the back ofthe huge cooking machine. After another moment, Ivana rose from behind thething and adjusted her shirt,”The meats is on its way…”*DING-DONG!* ……3:36 PM”Hey ya’ll~–w-whoa!” came Sammy Spitzmen as she attempted to step intotheSwallows’ house. Attempted, for as she stepped into the lavish abode,the front of her blue beach sandal had -somehow- managed to snag itself inthe threshold, jolting her forward and knocking her off balance.”Whoa!” came Ivana.”Careful!” cried Bianca Blackwood.Luckily the two women were close enough to the clumsy redhead that theywere able catch her fall. Ivana, with a swiftness not hinted to by hercurvy body, motioned forward and caught the clumsy ginger at the shouldersbefore she tumble full over onto her knees. In that same moment, Biancahad just managed to grab the large wicker basket that Sammy had beencarrying from her fumbling hands, before its contents had a chance to behurled about the house interior.”There you go, I got you.” said Ivana, hoisting the girl up.”Dang it!” cursed Sammy, straightening herself up and doing her absolutebest to play off the near-miss. “Danged sandals.” The trio then went abouttheir greetings of hugs and squealing hellos.”Hey Ivy~!””Good to see you, Sammy.””Hey BB!””Long time no see, hon.”After this, the trio made their way to the kitchen, where they set downthe enormous basket of fresh fruit that Sammy had brought for theirgathering. Sammy only put up a moderate fuss over the muffins Bianca hadbrought. Bianca swiftly put down her protests by bringing up thekale-muffin incident, after-which the two reached a swift – if uneasy -stalemate on the matter,out of respect to Ivana not wanting to have tobreak up another argument between the blonde and the red head.”Wow, these look great Sammy” said Bianca, observing the bounty ofbeautiful g****s and strawberries, delectable figs and bananas. In thecenter of the assortment were a slew of almonds and,”Brought these special for BB” added Sammy. A bar of pure chocolate.”Wow, they really set you up nice over there, Sammy.””Clerk must have a serious crush on you to give you all this.””Wha?” came Sammy, her face genuinely perplexed at the concept. “Noway, we’re just friends. He’s always really nice to me when I go in for myusual stuff.””Uh-huh” replied Ivy.”I’m certain your walking in the store every week dressed like that hasNOTHING to do with it” added Bianca.Sammy appraised herself. She was wearing a white t-shirt that had beencut into a midriff and read “Black Iron Gym” scrawled across the chest inwild bold text, barbells making up the ‘B’ in the spelling. The shirtexposed Sammy’s beyond taut and toned stomach, obliques and back, with theslim pair of yoga pants flawlessly outlining her amazing lower half. Herathletic thighs, firm legs and strong – yet still remarkably bubbly- asswas on display underneath the tight fitting garments, a sight that wouldmake any man ache and any woman suddenly want to renew their gymmembership.”What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?” asked Sammy, genuinely puzzled atthe accusation.Her innocent face, bright green eyes and natural girlish beauty mostdefinitely did not deduct from Sammy Spitzmen’s appeal. Her Scottishheritage had endowed her with radiant milky white skin, and her button nose(a product of her grandmother it was said) served as the centerpiece of herperfectly symmetrical face. Many a time Sammy – whether she knew it or not- was a distraction to those that would gaze upon her. If it wasn’t herstunning body or gorgeous face, it was her genuinely sweet demeanor thatbrought people to heel. And all that wrapped around a singular flaw withthe red head; unless she was cleaning, working out or (as she most recentlylearned) fucking the brains out of someone (in vice versa) the woman was awalking accident.Slips, spills, crashes, trips, collisions, whether nailed down or loose,Sammy would find a way to harm herself with it.”Oh, nothing” said Ivy, feigning disinterest as she observed a darkg**** in his fingers before popping the small treat into her mouth.”I mean, its not like you look like you’re on your way to film a pornoor anything.””HEY~!” retorted Sammy, half insulted but not fully unable to keep asmirk off her face. She couldn’t let on to her friends that, only a fewdays ago, she had been performing physical feats with her ‘physicalfitness’ trainer that would most definitely would have merited praise andverse in adult film industry.”You guys said it was just us girls hanging out today. Nothin fancy, soafter I got back home from the gym and showered, I just…you know, threwwhatever on.””Of course” said Bianca, her tone sounding thoroughly unswayed andunconvinced as she peeled the skin off of a banana. “Whatever’ being ashirt my four-year old would complain is too small”.The two older women teased Sammy with half-suppressed laughter. Notmean spirited, but more the laughter two older sisters would engage in atthe momentary expense of their younger sibling.”Oh, shut up, BB!” squeaked Sammy, her attempt at sounding angry comingout more like a little girl’s plea. This caused the two other women toonly laugh louder. Whether she was aware of it or not, the red head wassubtly tugging down the bottom hem of her small shirt, the roundedundersides of her large DD breasts actually showing a bit whenever sheraised her arms too high. Sammy, in her haste, hadn’t put on a bra thatday. She generally found them confining and dreaded putting them on, inthat she’d had suffered several ‘mishaps’ while trying to put the dangedthings in the past.”So, how’s hard-hat Steve doing these?” asked Ivana.”He’s good…” said Sammy, flatly. Something in her voice hinted as hernot being all that certain.”He still too pooped to give you a proper pounding?” Sammy sighed,”Jeez, I should have never told you about that, Ivy.””So, that’s a yes then?” Said Ivana.”He’s just been really busy lately is all” said Sammy in her husband’sdefense. “He’s working back-to-back hours these days. He’s really fixatedon adding to the house next summer, adding a third story and all that, sohe’s gotta put in the work to get the money for it.””You should walk around in little numbers like that, maybe that’llinspire him to put some ‘work in’.””Ivy, don’t be a jerk. My Stephen works his buns off. Least I can dois keep up the house and keep him fed.””Nothing wrong with that, Sammy” said Bianca, taking a bite of the nowbare banana.”Just saying, a man’s reward after a long hard day at work should behaving at his wife” rebuked Ivana, popping another g**** into her mouth.”Oh, because you’re the expert on that, right Ivy?” countered Bianca inSammy’s defense.”Why yes, yes I am.” replied Ivana, recalling how she’d solidifiedGeorge’s fishing trip.”Oh, don’t pay her any mind, Sammy. Ivy’s just trying to give you ahard time because she’s jealous of how stunning you look.”Sammy blushed, another girlish feature that many found irresistible.”I must say, I didn’t think you could possibly look any fitter Sam, butwow! You finally just decide ‘to with it’ and just started living in thegym, or what?” Sammy giggled, “Nah, nothing like that…” she said,grabbing a fig out of the basket. “I mean, I started up a bit of a newroutine at the gym…but…yeah.””New routine?” said Bianca, curious. “Do tell.”Sammy suddenly found herself clamming up. She couldn’t tell the girlswhat her new ‘routine’ had consisted of. The two women were astute innoting something different about Spitzmen. She was different, though itpertained less to her physique and more to her demeanor. Yes, her regulartrysts with Dwayne had proved to be an excellent addition to her ‘workout’.Their exhausting sessions in the showers, locker room and steam room of theOlympian Gym had left her showing muscle lines in places she hadn’t evenknown were possible to form. Yet, less than her appearance, it was in howshe carried herself. When she wasn’t falling flat onto her face orknocking things over, Sammy Spitzmen – in these recent days – had begunconvey a kind of radiance to her not previously noted by her family andfriends. An unspoken confidence and poise that she had previously kepthidden to the confines of her home, while facing herself naked in themirror and observing her masterpiece of a figure. That same confidence,peppered with her genuinely sweet and innocent personality, had formed intosomething ‘more’ in the gorgeous red head, an amalgam of physical andmental training that – evidently – those closest to her couldn’t ignore.”Oh, you know” replied Sammy after a moment. “Just some new stretchingand strength training exercises I’ve been doin. Plus some really REALLYintense cardio mixed in between.””Hmmmm…” said Bianca, clearly interested.”Dwa-I mean- this new trainer I’ve been working with isreally…intense. Doesn’t let me slow down for a minute.I guess its payingoff.””I’ll say” agreed Bianca. “Your arms and shoulders look spectacular”.Bianca motioned in and began touching on Sammy’s shoulders, pressing andprodding them with her long fingers. The act caused Sammy to giggle a bit,Bianca’s hands tickling her at the touch.”And I didn’t even think it was possible for your abs to look any moredefined.” Bianca ran a hand across Sammy’s flat stomach.”He-he, cut it out BB, that tickles.” said Sammy.”Maybe I should start going with you to the gym again” Bianca suggested.”This trainer fellow sounds like some sort of fitness guru.””Yeah” agreed Ivana, “Think he’d be willing to take on all three of us?”Sammy gave a moment’s admittance to the notion of her ‘sharing’ Dwayne withIvana and Bianca.”Well…” the red head thought, pondering the question. “I know he’sreally busy most days. I can barely fit him in to my– I mean- he canbarely fit people into his schedule.” “Ah, well” said Bianca, backing down,but not altogether willing to let the issue die. “You let me know. If hehas an opening, tell him you’ve got a girlfriend who most definitely wantsto get abs like yours.””Sure thing. I’ll let him know next time I see him. Heck, he mighteven be a real miracle worker and finally be able to convince you too toget some squats in. Don’t think I didn’t notice that extra jiggle on youtwo’s buns as I walked in.” At this, the blonde and brunette shot a glanceto each other, playing oblivious.”We’ll see about that” said Ivana, keeping her verdict on the mattermum.”I’m actually ok with that, Sammy.” The escort güngören red head cocked an eyebrow.”Oh, don’t give me that look, Samantha Spitzmen” rebuked Bianca. “Irealized these last few weeks that men – real men – actually LIKE womenwith round asses. Sammy couldn’t argue against this, she’d spent enoughtime with Dwayne now to notice that the man indeed did like biggerposteriors on his women. Don’t trip though babe, he’d then assure her, yoass is a masterpiece though. Its perfect.”Besides” Bianca added, turning away from the two other women suddenly,showing them her epic bottom confined inside her skirt. “REAL women havecurves anyway, and know JUST how to use them to make her man roar.”Bianca then made a small show of taking long, languid steps from thekitchen into the living room, struting and swaying her hips from side toside like a model on an invisible catwalk. Ivana and Sammy couldn’t helplaughing at the display, enjoying this new – outwardly comical – BiancaBlackwood. Silently, Sammy couldn’t help but be a little bit transfixed atthe show BB was putting on for them. She had to admit, the bounce and swayof Bianca’s big round ass was rather hypnotizing.Whenever Sammy rode atop her man Dwayne, she couldn’t ignore being morethan a bit turned on to turn and see her reflection in the mirror of theempty weight room to see her own rounded little bottom bouncing atop hismassive black. It made her wet just remembering it. She hadn’t had Dwaynethat day. The secret pair were planning on meeting up that day to get insome ‘extra cardio’, but her black bull had called her at the very lastminute to cancel their slated tryst. Something urgent came up, I’ll haveto catch you next time, was all his text message said. Sammy was angry allthe way up til she read the following text message of; take thisopportunity to rest up and get your strength back. I’ll be going twice ashard on you next session.The tease of Dwayne coming back at her with a vengeance made her achefor more BBC. Satisfying herself in the showers after her workout didnothing to ease her desire to be pounded balls deep by her chiseled ebonygod.And now, wathcing Bianca, something else stirred inside the redhead. She noted the difference in her blonde friend as well, and it – curiously -rekindled a few sparks of lust in the same vane Dwayne did. Indeed,something had most definitely changed in Bianca. Bianca, once conservativeand reserved in manner and speech to a fault, had suddenly becomeeasy-going and, some would even say, even the slightest bit haughty. Shewas still a grammer-nazi, Sammy couldn’t say that had changed in theextremely curvy blonde. But she was no longer afraid of her figure being atopic of discourse. No, now she actually enjoyed talking her large roundass, cited it as being a tool to make men ‘roar’. I never realized howsexy Bianca is, thought Sammy. Ivana noticed this at around the same timeSammy did, and the two welcomed it jovially.”Well, look at you, Mrs.Blackwood. All pomp and swagger. What’s Jebbeen doin to you at night?”Bianca spun on her heel, facing the girls and making a big gesture ofswinging her hair round her shoulder.”Why, what ever do you mean, Mrs.Swallows?” said Bianca, putting herbest Marilyn Monroe expression on.From there, the mood eased greatly and the girls finding themselves morerelaxed now in each others company, went about snacking on the fruitbasket. They feared the bounty would be gone by the time Anya and Jenny hadarrived, and eventually relocated to the living room in order to separatethemselves from the delicious treats. Some time went by.”Anybody hear from Jenny or Anya yet?” asked Sammy.”They said they would be here” replied Ivana, playing just the slightestbit dumb on how soon she knew her final two guests would arrive.”Well, you know Anya will show up dead last. She can’t go to the storewithout prettying herself up from head to toe.”This was true. Anya White was, in one degree or another, a model byprofession. The black-haired Russian refused to go anywhere looking in anydegree what she considered to be ‘slovenly’. She’d take as much time asshe needed to prepare herself for any outing.”Jenny will likely be here any minute” assured Bianca. “Girl won’t showup a second later than what’s considered fashionably late.””She’ll get here when she gets here” added Ivana, unable to keep asneaky grin from forming on her face.The trio got to the topic of trying to guess what the other girls wouldbring to their gathering. Bianca brought up the matter of Ivana using thebarbecue grill.”Oh, Ivy dear, what was it you were planning on doing with the meat?”asked Bianca.”Meat?” asked Sammy, her head scanning between the nurse and theteacher. “You guys are cooking meat?””That’s the plan” said Ivana.”Well, Ivy has the idea that she’s going to use the barbecue out back.But, I do say, it’ll be a bit difficult to pull off without meat, hon.””Yeah, I didn’t see nothin in the fridge” added Sammy.”Any-thing, Sammy” corrected Bianca.”Huh?” replied Sammy.”Any-thing! Not ‘nothin’. For Pete’s sake Sammy, have I not brushedoff onto you in ANY way?”In response, Sammy simply said,”I dunno…” before shrugging her shoulders and popping the remains of afig into her mouth. Bianca simply sighed.”Like I told you earlier, BB, the meat’s taken care of. I’m having afriend bring it to us.”At this, both the blonde and the red head raised a brow at Ivana’scomment. There’s was something sitting in the way Ivana uttered the word’friend’. A hint of sarcasm paired with intent in her tone. “Who?” bothwomen said in unison, all too curious now as to how Ivana’s little barbecueplan was slated to play out.* DING-DONG!*”Oh!” bellowed Sammy suddenly upon hearing the sound. “Bet’cha that’sJenny now!”. Sammy then sprung her seat on the bolted to the front door.”No running, Sammy!” called Ivana from her seat on the couch. “We don’twant you breaking anything.”Her words fell on deaf ears, for the energetic redhead had rounded theopen threshold of the living room entrance, a redish-white blur that wouldlikely stumble at any moment.”I swear, she’s like a hyperactive puppy” groaned Bianca.There was someone at the door, and it wasn’t Jenny Summers. No, notyet, thought Ivana, lounging on her couch like a dark-haired queen on herthrone. But when she does get here, I’ll have something really specialprepped for her. She just hoped the blonde BBC slut wouldn’t show up toolate. The look on her face upon realizing Ivana’s trump card would bedelicious. The mere notion of it made the busty brunette smile, and – to amuch more secretive degree – grow the slightest bit moist between her legs….4:07 P.M.”Zdravstvuy , krasivaia devushka!” < "Hello, beautiful lady!" > saidAnya White at the sight of Sammy on the other side of the door.”Anya!!!” said Sammy in a squeal of delight at the sight of the gorgeousblack haired Russian woman.Anya was given barely enough time to traverse the threshold and enterthe house proper before the athletic redhead was upon her, wrapping herslim but extremely toned arms around her and giving a fierce hug that halfcrushed the dark haired housewife at the ribs.”Bosch moi, Sammy!” eeked Anya in surprise, her voice strained by thesurprising vice-like grip of the smaller woman. “Good seeink you too,Sammy.””Goodness, Sammy!” came Ivana as she and Bianca rounded the entrance tothe living room to enter the main hallway. “You’re gonna break her ribsyou keep that up.”The sight of Sammy lifting Anya up several feet in the air in a fiercebear-hug, Anya’s arms pressed to her hips in the fierce clutch of the itemsshe brought, was a comical sight for the blonde and brunette. Bianca couldnot hold in a burst of laughter, and Ivy — despite her being the one tocall Sammy off – wasn’t fairing much better given the smile cutting throughher command. Sammy let Anya down, the heels of her stillettos making asmall *clack* as she touched down on the hardwood flooring.”Glad you could make it, dear.” said Ivy, reaching the statuesqueRussian and greeting her with a – significantly gentler – hug of greet.”Da! Glad seeink you, darlink” said Anya, just the slightest bit windedby the initial greeting. “Someone’s been goink hard in gym, da?” At this,Sammy couldn’t help but blush.”Sorry about that. Guess I don’t know my own strength.”This was true, for the most part. The past days had proven SammySpitzmen to be much more capable of certain feats of strength that wouldhave been outright impossible in her mind beforehand. Her ‘training’ withDwayne had forced her to reach the highest echelons of her stamina andstrength (among other things). She was so used to being picked up and heldin the air now, the human body being grabbed and hoisted about for hard andstrong use, she thought nothing of it these days. It was just in thatmoment, her interaction with Anya, that she realized that her friendsweren’t nearly as versed in physical labors as she was. Little did sheknow, that notion would – soon enough – be soundly disproved.”Oh yeah, she’s gone a regular She-Hulk on us” said Bianca, playfullynudging an elbow at the short redhead’s abs.The three girls soon reconvened to the kitchen. They chatted, andcaught up with Anya on things. What was going on in her world, any fun andexciting new housewife tales she had to offer them. Anya gave them anabridged recounting of the Brooks party.”Oh yeah” said Ivana, just now recalling the invite she and George hadgotten some time before. “I forgot all about that thing. George reallywanted to go, but I’ve just been so swamped with work.””Same here” agreed Bianca. “Jeb and I considered going, but we couldn’tfind a baby-sitter for the k**s fast enough.””I didn’t know anything about a party” said Sammy. “I stopped gettingthe mail after that whole skateboard incident. Steve usually picks it upon his way in from work. Guess he forgot about it or something.””Well” said Anya, placing the bottle of wine she’d brought in an icebucket, “All I will say, is that you girls missed out on one HELL ofparty.” She was exceedingly careful to leave out the more ‘telling’ eventsof that evening, and became even more cagey when it came to going intodetail about the famous Mr.Brooks.”What’s he like?” asked Ivy, doggedly wanting the scoop behind all therecent fuss over the enigmatic mogul. “Let me guess; short, round as abeach ball, clammy-handshake with a toupee type?””N~iet…” said Anya, “nothing like that I’m ‘fraid.””A-fraid, dear” corrected Bianca, before adding her own two cents on theparticulars of the man without taking a breath, “he strikes me more as oneof those wafish, book worm types. Tall, skinny, glasses, that sort ofthing.””Niet…” said Anya, a smile framing her face at how wrong Bianca’snotion of the man. This was turning into a rather fun game.”Hmmm…” said Bianca, unconvinced and yet searching for some clue fromthe Russian beauty about this mysterious fellow.”I dunno, I picture this Brooks fella like, I dunno, Batman orsomething.” At this, Anya raised a dark brow. “You, picture him a man inleather suit? With cape and cowl?””Ye—I mean– no! No, I mean like his alter ego. Bruce Wayne. Tall,dark, handsome, billionaire playboy type, but with a dark side, you know?””He-he, Sammy…” chuckled Bianca, “I very much doubt our new neighboris a superhero.”Anya said nothing, but silently nodded her head at what must have beenthe most accurate description of the man from the ginger gym rat. Brookswas most definitely tall, dark and exceedingly handsome. He was very mucha playboy and had only proven to be in possession of a ridiculous amount ofwealth by the scale of the party he’d thrown for the county residents. Da,he was definitely all of those things. And if that alone hadn’t qualifiedhim as ‘perfect man’ material, the fact he was in possession of the hugestcock Anya had ever seen in her life would have made him overqualified. Thegirls had no clue about what Anya had gotten herself into, and – followingthe word of her foremothers, such secrets would not be divulged to theuninitiated. No, the hours of groaning, screaming, writhing and seeminglyendless orgasms. Those bits of her tale would remain close to Anya’simpressive chest.”In any case, it sounds like you had a heck of a time, Anya.” saidIvana.”Like would not believe…” replied Anya, a bit of airy distance as sherecalled the evening.”Especially if you went there looking anything like how you do now”added Bianca.The compliment was aimed at Anya’s outfit. A lush, light blue dressthat the word ‘form-fitting’ would have been far too generous to describe.Anya, ever the model and diva, refused to go anywhere not looking her best.The blue dress and matching heels had been on her list of outfits in therunning to be wore the night of Brooks’ party. In the end, black won out(in more ways than one), but the blue number had remained in her head as anexceptional outfit for an outting with her girlfriends.”Ah, this old thing?” said Anya, coyly. “Ah, just somethink I threw onto come over.””U~huh!” said Bianca, Sammy and Ivana in unison. The three of them werewell aware of how meticulous Anya was about her outfits. Always the firstone in the mirror and the last out the door to actually be somewhere.”So” began Bianca, “What’s this exactly?”The ‘this’ Bianca was referring to, was the black bottle that Anya hadbrought with her for the gathering. Its curious label and exotic nameimmediately caught the big blonde’s fancy.”Jeb and I have our own little collection of fine wines we order online.I’m afraid I’ve never heard of this brand before though.””Da” replied Anya. “Is because its Mr.Brooks’ own brand.”It was the three other housewive’s turns to arch a brow at Anya.”This guy has his own wine brand?” asked Sammy.”Da” replied Anya, careful not to jump into too much detail about thatnight again, how much ‘trouble’ that wine had gotten her into. “Afterparty, Mr.Brooks’ assistant had a bottle delivered to house. They knew weenjoyed very much, and thought it would be nice present. A ‘thank you forcoming’. Again, and again and again Anya added in thought.”You sure this guy ain’t Bruce Wayne?””Well now” said Ivana, curious now at the black bottle, she lifted itfrom the ice chest, examining the label. “Di-ah-bro-lique…well, soundsinteresting enough”. Ivana, in her classic way, came off as more than abit condescending with this remark. Like the wine was something to betried on a whim rather than a genuine interest. “Guess it couldn’t hurt totry a bit, get things started right.”Four small shot glasses were retrieved and then filled up with theslightest bit of wine. Upon popping the cork of the black bottle, thewomen’s nostrils flared at the scent of its contents.”Mmm…” uttered BB.”Smells good” added Ivana at the fruity yet spicy odor of the wine.”Is great, da?” said Anya.The three women cautiously tipped the shot glasses up to their fullmouths and gave the dark black liquid passage into their bodies. Thereaction was almost instantaneous.”Ooooh my GAWD!” said Ivana, looking at the now empty shot glass inamazement as the cold liquid slid down her throat and turned warm as itbloomed in her ample chest.”That is quite good” added Bianca.”Mmmmm!” cooed Sammy.Their approval gained, Anya smiled.”See! Is delicious, da?”The girls readied four bigger glasses after that, and went about pouringportions of the wine into each one. The cold black liquid seem to explodeon their tongue as they sipped from their glasses. Instantly Anya, Ivana,Sammy and Bianca had gotten into the mood of things. Together for thefirst time in what felt like ages, the women laughed and joked at oneanother’s company.”Say” said Sammy between another sip. “Where’s Jenny, shouldn’t she behere by now?””Da” added Anya. “Not like her to be late”Indeed, it was nearing 5 and there’d been no sign of the blondebombshell herself. Ivy kept quiet on the matter, but had been doing asilent countdown in her head. In all honesty, a part of her wondered ifthe yellow haired bimbo would bow out and not bother to show. This would,of course, put a giant monkey wrench in the brunette nurses’ plan. Butstill, submission to Ivana’s superiority by failing to appear would bealmost as good as what her headlining plan had in store. If it came downto that, Ivana would have (albeit begrudgingly) have accepted telling Jennyabout her ‘conquest’ after the fact, be it from one party or another. Inher heart of hearts though, Ivana knew this would not — could not — bethe case. No, this had to be official and in the open. She knew and feltthe lingering truth sitting in her breast, along with the heat of thedelicious wine, that Jenny knew this as well. Any minute now, she thought,tilting the rounded glass up to her full lips and sipping at the blackwine.”Oh my gosh, Anya, this stuff is excellent!” said Sammy, alreadyfinishing off the dregs of her first glass. “You gotta get me some of thisstuff for my place. Me and Steve’s anniversary is coming up, and—“Ivana’s thoughts weren’t on the conversation taking place before her. No,her full attention was aimed near the front of her house. Her ears perkedup at the noise that soon echoed throughout the two story suburban home.*DING-DONG!!*…4:47 PM”Jenny~!” wailed Sammy and Anya as they opened the front door. Anya andSammy – for reasons unknown to the other women – shared a habit ofexcitability that seemed to grow in tambor the longer the ginger and blackhaired beauties stayed around each other. By the time Jenny Summers hadarrived to the Swallows’ residence.The large front door swung opened to reveal the gorgeous side-profile ofthe awaited blonde woman. Jenny wore a simple, yet eye-catching, numberconsisting of a plain white athletic polo shirt with black trim, and a pairof black short-shorts with faint white pinstripes and black heels whichkept her calve muscles in a seemingly permanent flex. Anya and Sammysqualled at the arrival of their gorgeous friend, throwing their eager armsaround her waist and neck. Bianca opted to a more contained greeting whilestanding at the back of the spirited greeting.”Hey girl” said Bianca plainly, her warm farm doing more of thecommunication than anything else.And Jenny smiled that radiant, mother-of-pearl smile at the collectedtrio.”Well! That’s about the best greeting I’ve ever gotten. Missed yougirls!” laughed Jenny as she strode into the house, Anya and Sammy at hersides. Jenny had her arms slung over the pair casually, half-swaggering inthe manner a young man perhaps would if boasting two gorgeous women on eacharm at a social gathering.The small trek into the main hallway was detoured only by a momentarypause for Jenny stop and give the taller blonde Bianca a lingering hugafter detaching from the two other women.”Mmmm!” grunt both blonde women from the pressure of their borderingbear hug of an embrace. Jenny and Bianca often greeted one another in thisway. Subdued hellos punctuated by a long, fierce hug. The ritual andmanner of both women’s strong hugs often instilled the idea of how twoviking women would hug in the distant yesteryears. The act pressed bothwomen’s vast chests together, a mash of white flesh pressed and brushingagainst one another from under the confines of simple fabric.”Been too long, dear”, said Bianca.And behind this greeting, further back at the living room’s entrance,stood Ivana. Ivana, silent as a viper awaiting a target, stood at the backof the precession. Her arms crossed underneath her big round chest, herleft arm nursing the wine glass of stark black liquid. As Bianca andJenny’s greeting ended, Ivana and Jenny’s began.”There she is…” said Ivy, her teeth bore in a smile that in no waytouched or carried over into her green eyes. It was a viper’s greeting. An utterance of acknowledgment and warning compacted into a single gesture.”Glad you could make it, Jenny.””There’s my Ivy” replied Jenny, her award winning white teeth showingsheen back at the guarded brunette.There was a moment just then. One that lasted for but an instant andnot split-second more. The two women, Summers and Swallows, standingacross from one another. Ivy holding her cross-armed position. Jennydoing the same from the entranceway of the living room. As Bianca, Anyaand Sammy filed into the living room – far too caught up in their ownchatter to catch the exchange – it came abrupt and passed just as quickly.For a moment all there was was Jenny and Ivana. Glaring green eyes focusedon piercing blue ones, vice versa, and nothing more. A rapid, almostpredatory silence shared between the two women. It was that moment betweentwo boxers whilst staring one another down in the center of the ring. Itwas that brief exchange between two alpha wolves in contention for packdominance. The blonde and brunette shared this quiet moment, a silentissue of defiance and challenge. And then, just like that -“Come here, you!” belted Ivana, unfolding her arms and opening them upto the sudden approach of Jenny.”Hey Ivy!” replied Jenny, opening her arms in kind to accept the darkhaired nurse.The two all but collapsed into one another. Gripping each other in abearhug that even trumped the one previous shared by Jenny and Bianca. Thetwo rocked back and forth, kissed one another’s cheeks, rubbed shoulders,went about all the motions of affection that were common in the south,before finally breaking their embrace.”You look fabulous, hon!” said Ivana.”So do you” replied Jenny. “Someones been getting their early morningdose of Sammy at the gym, haven’t you?””Ha!” came Sammy from behind the pair. “Hardly, she’s been ducking meleft and right!””Can you blame her?” came Bianca, taking a relaxed seat on the redcouch. “Sammy condenses about a year’s worth of boot camp training intoabout an hour”, the big blonde joked.”If you’re not hurtin, you ain’t doin it right” said Sammy tersely,purposely butchering her english out of playful spite of the englishteacher.In response, Bianca physically shivered from the use of ‘ain’t’ from herspot on the couch. Sammy caught this and laughed. Bianca then silentlyrecalled another individual who regularly used the word ‘ain’t’, andshivered again, albeit a shiver of a different kind.The girls conversed like this for the better of an hour. Now that Jennyhad arrived, their party felt complete, the Coxville Book Club assembled infull. They laughed, shared amusing stories about their lives in the weeksthey’d all been apart, every woman being expertly cautious to avoid themore incriminating bits of their life’s antics. As they conversed, theyidly sipped at the wine Anya had brought.”You simply MUST try this, Jen” insisted Ivana. She handed Jenny aglass of the cool black liquid.”What is it?” asked Jenny,looking at the mireous liquid withuncertainty.Anya explained the Diabolique and gave the edited tale of her encounterwith Mr.Brooks.”Is divine” was Anya final conclusion on the beverage.”Well…,” said Jenny, her apprehension shifting into interest at themogul’s developed liking of the gorgeous raven-haired Russian. “Looks likeyou went and might have just gotten yourself an admirer Anya.”At this Anya could not hold back a blush, her cheeks reddening at thethought of being the object of Brooks’ affection.Attaining such a feat -even with the added fact of that epic night at his manor – seemed likesomething out of a dream. Having Brooks, that house, and Adela’scompanionship as an added boon. It all seemed too great.”W-Well…” Anya stammered. “Alexander is very good man. VERY good tome and Tom at party.””Oh, so he’s `Alex’ now? Uh-oh!” chimed Sammy from behind Anya,”somebody’s got a cru~sh!” Sammy playfully nudged at Anya’s side, ticklingthe Russian and causes a nervous giggle to escape her full lips.The girls laughed at Anya’s unease as Sammy persisted to jostle aconfession from her.”Now wouldn’t that be living?” said Ivana from her section of the livingroom. “Perfect house, rich husband, and a wealthy boyfriend? You and thatcrown just might be in trouble if Anya ever pulled that off, Jen!”Ivana laughed after saying this, only slightly able to conceal amalicious ire behind her tone.The group were startled by this a bit, as if Ivana had just uttered somekind of ill-thought taboo.”What ever do you mean by that, Ivy?” said Jenny, her voice coy but hereyes set to daggers against the brunette.”Oh, come now Jenny, we didn’t all up and suddenly catch amnesia. Thosestories you told us about last time we all met? You and Coach Black. Mighty steamy stuff you were going on and on about.””Well…” Jenny said, trying to brush off the statement.”I mean, from what you said, Coach Black is the man’s equivalent to theBelgian blue bull. He-he!””That he is…”said Jenny, plain but stern.”And that Samson boy?” Ivana added. “He’s basically just a youngerversion of Coach. God knows we saw what that boy was capable of.”An uneasy moment between the group passed. Anya,Sammy and Bianca hadhoped to not broach the topic of their last book club meeting, what hadoccurred in the latter hour of the evening. It had since led to the womendoing and saying things they’d — perhaps — only daydreamed about in themost brief of moments.”And to think, you’ve got about as much as access to him as you wantconsidering how he’s dating your daughter.”Ivy’s gaze shifted from Jenny’s to the other girls. They wereexchanging glances at one another. Not quite what one would call’nervous’, but definitely aware of how easily this change in the tone andtopic of the evening could turn for the worse. The last Coxville Book clubmeeting involved festivities of an…unconventional…kind for the group ofwomen, involving Samson West — the boyfriend of Jenny’s daughter and starfootball player in the county — and the antics that came (several times)as a result. None of them had forgotten that night. How could they? It,and the bout of fucking Ivana, Sammy, Bianca and Anya bore witness to atthe behest of Jenny and the super fit young black stud was something thathad carved itself into the women’s very cores. Embedded itself deep intotheir psyches and inspired them to go out and attain their own black bulls.None of them were willing to confess this to one another in person(reputations to maintain and all that) but each woman had gone out andjoined the game, and played in fine style.”We saw that plain as day from the little show you put on for us lasttime we all got together like this.””Oh yeah,” replied Jenny, a sarcastic moment of remembrance. “The showyou joined in on after hesitating for a whole thirty seconds.”Eyes of blue, dark and green shot back to Ivana.”Ha! You got me there, Jen. We all dived right in on that one I’mafraid.”Ivana scanned the room at the other girls. A mix of remembrance meshedwith a bit of guilt passed over the group.”Some of us better than others.”All eyes fell back to Jenny.”True…I mean, Sammy wasn’t quite ready for that much man” said Jenny.”Hey!” came Sammy in meek protest. “I wasn’t THAT bad…” in her ownfeeble attempt at defense.”And BB’s technique could definitely have been better” added Ivana.”Well…” came an only slightly offended Bianca. “I wasn’t exactlyplanning on having a mare’s ideal specimen wedged in my mouth thatnight…” she grumbled.”And Anya — the poor dear — couldn’t keep up at all with that boy. Got left a sputtering, choking mess” said Ivana.Anya muttered something in Russian, and judging by its harsh and cuttingtone, it almost certainly wasn’t a compliment on the state of Ivy’shardwood floors.”Hey, I warned you girls, it’s not easy” said Jenny, shrugging hershoulders and taking a relaxed seat on the nearby love seat. Her posturewas a show of force and defiance against the snarky brunette and her suddendelving into the issue of her and her `sweet spot’ for black men. Hermotion intended to show dominance in the Swallows’ home. This was anassertion of power from the blonde. A responsive strike against Ivana forwhat she knew must have been a setup for something. “You probably knowthat better than anyone, Ivy.””Huh?” Ivana replied, a shoddy attempt at playing coy. “What ever doyou mean?””Oh come on Ivy, you’re poker face is about as good as Sammy on abalance beam.”Oh shit, she’s knows! Thought Ivana with a start. The busty brunette’seyes widened a bit, the only sign she’s lost her composure as the motionedover to the red couch.”Honestly, I have no idea what you’re–.””Sure you do, Ivy” interrupted Jenny. “I mean, you were able to go thelongest with Samson after all. Didn’t you even get him to cum once?””You bet I– ahem!– that is…yes, I did.”Ivana was boiling inside at this. How dare that yellow haired bitch tryand belittle her making the West boy come. She’d EASILY proven herself thesuperior woman that night by making him cum buckets. And here Jenny was,trying to pass it off as some meager achievement.”Well, there you go then. That’s what I meant. Its not easy pleasingthese black boys. And even when you do, you run the risk of drowning. Yougot probably the hardest lesson of all on that one, Ivy dear, Ha-ha!”Jenny then lifted the wine glass to her full red lips and took a heftyswig of the Diabolique, a dram of asserted victory over her brunette rivalthat would have made her Nordic ancestors proud. When Jenny had pulled herlips away from the glass, barely a sip of the cool black liquid remained.Jenny sighed in the manner that one does after taking a refreshing drink.”Damn…that is good…” Jenny said, a lioness’ pur of enjoyment. Herblue eyes never once turned away or granted surcease from Ivana’s emeraldgreen ones.This bitch, thought Ivana coldly. She thinks she’s so damn hot. Whathad said didn’t sound hostile from a surface vantage, but Ivana knewbetter. She knew what Jenny was really referencing. She knows about me andZJ and those two idiot janitors! The panic never showed on the beautifulnurse’s face, but inside she was buzzing. Somehow, Jenny had found outabout her tryst with dark skinned athlete and the two bumbling custodiansat the school. She knew it, why else would she be so calm about all this?Secretly all the women were beginning to boil inside. How dare Jenny andIvy just dismiss their skills like that!True, Sammy was unable to choke down very much of Samson’s Big BlackCock, but a counter to that was she had — easily — proven herself to bethe most spirited one with the task. It’s just like grandma always says,thought Sammy, don’t get to somethin if you don’t plan on puttinelbow-grease into it! The expression reminded Sammy that, while she didn’thave much grease on hand for the West boy’s massive black slab of meat thatnight, she certainly had enough saliva and foamy spit for the feat. Justrecalling the affair incited Sammy’s mouth to water.Bianca, though she was most hesitant in the group that night, had givenWest the best service of slow and languid laps of his brown shaft with hertongue. She still remembered how overwhelmingly full the negro youth’schubby cockhead alone made her mouth. Her full red lips sucking at his fattip and making him moan as he gripped her big round buttocks. The powerfulgrip of his big strong hands made her think of those tall super-fitathletes, their long and strong fingers able to grip round the whole of abasketball and hold it firm with but a single hand. Damn, that West boycertainly knew how to take a woman, thought Bianca, recalling how Samsonmade Jenny moan and holler on Harold’s prized recliner that night. Howtheir cream and brown bodies melded and made one another’s muscles flex andsweat. Samson’s huge cock burying itself deep into Jenny with recklessabandon and the sounds and expressions made by the blond gave everyindication she was loving that Big Black dick. Bianca’s pussy grew moist,and she suddenly found herself wanting. Wanting to rebuke Ivana andJenny’s dismissal of her sexual prowess. Wanting to prove them incorrectby using her big ass and big toned body that she already knew — without ashred of doubt — was loved by Big Black Cock. 3B, they called her.And Anya, though perhaps the least versed in having at such a mammothmember, showed persistence in wetting up the black man’s piece with doublethe gusto and intensity as any of the women. Her pride, more thananything, egged her on. I’ve had a king, Anya thought in her nativeRussian, recalling how she’d made Brooks roar like a sated lion in thechamber of his lavish mansion. How dare these two talk about me like I’msome sort of low-class beginner! Like I’m some kind of novice! Her Brookscould break both of these two, Ivana and Jenny, with half the effort of hismassive caramel cock. Yes, she thought, where he’d break these two snobsin two, he and I would–no–HAVE fucked for all night, and had energyreserved for Ms.Luveau (a towering ebony queen). I’ve had a king, how darethey! Anya repeated this thought again and again in her head, a tinymantra that ever-so slowly bloomed into a want to challenge…to best…It was a strange thing indeed for the three other women to take offenseto such remarks. Strange indeed how these three married women wereoffended and — in quieter confession — felt challenged by both Summersand Swallows.Well, Its not like Ivy is anything close to a pro, Sammy thought. Asbig a slouch she is during workouts, she wouldn’t last ten minutes with myDwayne!Well, these two seem a bit full of themselves, thought Bianca. I doubtthey’d be able to take half of Gerald without begging for mercy…let alonetake him in the ass!I’ve had a king, how dare they! continued Anya in her head, breakingher chant only to add; The nerve of these two! as well as; If they onlyknew what Brooks was hiding in his pants, they’d bow down and do an act ofworship!Each of the three housewives stewed in their own thoughts for a moment.All of them keeping their composure, but all of them silently roiling atthe thought of being beneath the heel of another’s sexual prowess. Anoticeable heat rose in the air-condition living room (or was that simplythe wine?). None of them knew about the others respected black bulls, butall of them swelled with a silent sense of pride of ‘if only they knew’. Jenny and Ivy were too preoccupied with putting the other in their place,their verbal sparring match for queenly supremacy, to notice the shift inthe ginger, thick bodied blonde and black haired Russian’s mood. Theirbattle for supremacy, this idea hit the women’s minds. Offense rose inthem. As if they’re the only ones who can take Big Black Cock! thoughtthe three women güngören escort bayan in unison.”But, we’ve all got our talents” said Jenny in a dismissive tone. “Multi-tasking a home, professional life AND black men? Yeesh! Mightactually be best that you girls decided NOT to get involved.”At this the four of them couldn’t help but smirk. For a minute afterthat, Jenny Summers felt on top of the world from her little throne. She’dintended to only put Ivana in her place after she brought up that one night(as if it were something she’d be ashamed about). Roping the other girlsinto the madness wasn’t her intention, but all the same, it served as awarning to the lot of them. They were her friends, but when it came toblack men, Jenny Summers had to remind them who the real queen was. Iwonder what Coach is up to right now, she thought, wondering where her kingwas. She’d called him three times that day, hoping for a quick(ish) boutbefore heading over to the party. She had shooed Harold out of the houseand onto the road quick and fierce that morning for that very purpose. Hehadn’t answered her calls, and this had left her feeling uneasy.It wasn’t like him to not return her calls. Silly as it was, she alwayssuspected mischief when he wasn’t with her. Looking the way he does, hecould have any woman in town he wants, she always told herself. As asingle man, it was his prerogative (she supposed) to see anyone he wanted.But…that didn’t change the fact she wanted him all to herself. More thananything, Jenny worried that Coach Black would tire of her. It drove herto stay fit, stay durable and flexible. Each foray she had with her blackbull, she made sure to go twice as hard and be thrice as long, doing herabsolute best to please him and his big black monster cock. She’d bedamned if she let him get bored of her.Her dedication to Black was what truly kept her sex life alive and atfull throttle. She wouldn’t have that be questioned by Ivana, or any ofthe girls. Her devotion to him was absolute…and then, as if Damballahhimself had been listening in on the blonde beauty’s thoughts-* DING-DONG!!*6:45 PMTwo shadows of identical size and shape darkened the doorstep of theSwallows house. The sun just setting, a blood red ball seeking refugebehind the distant hills and suburban homes.”Remember man, don’t come in here actin like no spaz” said the olderbrother.The two black men stood in front of the Swallows house, their bigmuscular arms loaded down and then some with grocery bags brimming withfood. Steaks, shrimps, chicken, various pork products and lamb. Giantmushrooms, avocados, a few megere veggies intended to round out the breadsfor both hamburgers and links, condiments galore, more steak and meatysausages of almost every brand and breed. The men looked like they werebringing a bounty to feed an army. Coach Black had insisted at the marketa surplus was wiser than risking a deficit. Along with that in tow was abucket of mint ice cream, chipped ice, lemonade and a giant bag full ofchewing mints, brought at the insistence of the young Black brother.”Trust me, b*o” he assured with a smile, “minty breath is vastly morepreferable than meat breath at a barbeque.”The two men stood at the front door, in wait after Coach had rung thedoor bell. The pleasant chime of its toll struck both black men as aquaint, all too fitting, staple of the burbs. As k**s growing up on thewestside of Coxville County — “Niggertown” as it was so infamouslynicknamed — the Black boys never had the luxury of such pleasant belltolls. Everything there was harsh, hard and unrelenting. Its streets, itshouses, alleys, doorbells and — most of all — its people. The Black boysgrew up in the same environment, yet the pair couldn’t have turned out anymore different from one another. Coach; the all-prop and all-star jock,took to the typical avenue of athletics and sports, with football reigningas his bread and butter.Richard however took more to the mental and expeditionary hobbies,eastern philosophy and world travel being his forte and first obsession,keen on travel and being out in the world and among its people.Though thetwins interests resided in polar opposite fields, the two black men werestill (somehow) equally fit and toned physical specimens. While Coach hadhoned his body on the football field and in the gym, Richard developed anequally impressive physique by way of regular hiking for days (sometimesweeks) at a time, and spending what time he had in-between doing copiousamounts of calisthenics and yoga-based exercises. The end result? Twotowering black men, physically identical, yet polar opposites inpersonality and temperment.”When do I ever act like a spaz?” asked the younger.”Safe travels?” replied Coach.”Huh?””You told Harry and George `safe travels’ at the market, nigga. I don’teven think white folks say that corny shit to each other.””I was being polite.””You were being a spaz. Just leave that socially awkward shit on theporch…along with those lame ass sandals. Women ain’t particularly fondof either””My sandals aren’t lame. And plenty of women find my social behavior tobe quite enjoyable.””Quite enjoya–aagh–listen to you,man! What they do you out there inEurope, give you some kinda `street-enema’? Drain every drop of `realnigga’ outta you?””Its called being cultured, nigga!””Oh shit, nigga? You can still say that, huh?”Just cuz you couldn’t hack being outside of this little bubble of atown, doesn’t mean I gotta be on some base nigga shit at all times. Thereal world scared you off, and now you think everybody `spose to actaccording to your little ass box.””Whatever nigga, just don’t make me regret bringin yo ass here.””Well, don’t make me regret helping your wanna-be-alpha ass. Runnin allover town bringing housewives groceries isn’t how I planned on spending myfirst day back.””Oh, bitch, bitch, bitch…lay off the soy my lil b*o. Shits makin yousquall like a broad. Just be grateful I brought yo ass, and make sure youdon’t fuck up and say some embarassing shit.””All this meat we’re carrying, broads better be grateful is all I’msayin. Slavery’s ov-The door suddenly swung open, interrupting the conversation between thetwo Black men….Richard’s sudden arrival in town had come as a bit of a shock to Coachwhen he’d gotten the call. That morning when he’d learned of his brother’sreturn, Coach had planned on spending that saturday as he normally did;tinkering with his car, hitting the gym, running a few meager errandsbefore hitting up one (or two) of his bevy of lady friends. If one were tosomehow achieve the impossible, and get Coach Black’s cell-phone away fromhim for any span of time, one would notice a peculiar thing about theex-ball player’s contact list. Letters in lieu of names;* L.A.* SC* ATL* BSK* M&P* A,B & CCryptic nick names that sounded like they belonged to characters in acheesy 90’s comic book;* Bone-iCrusher* Thunder-Head* Cowgirl* Iron Bitch* Bombshell* Gym Nut* Outback* Big Red* Aphordite* Seed Monger* Big-O* She-Hulk* Wonder Woman,etc.A series of mysteries that Coach would never allow to be divulged toanyone. So, it had surprised him when he’d received a call from hisbrother, telling him he’d arrived back in town after spending what had beenyears away from home. His brother suddenly coming back home had surprisedhim almost as much as the call he’d received only shortly beforehand byIvana Swallows. She’d — somehow — gotten his number and had — politeyet tersely — asked him to retrieve the necessary groceries for herbarbeque.”I’d got myself” she assured him, “but I’m simply swamped in gettingeverything ready.””So, you called me instead of one of your girls?” Coach asked,skepticism wrapped in caution on his tone.”Oh, please Coach! I couldn’t charge my guests with the task ofbringing what I need to this barbeque. You realize how tacky that looks?””But you can ask the lowly football coach you only talk to in thelanguage of `insult’ to bring it for you.””Oh come on now” Ivana said, her voice suddenly dipping into a low,sultry tambour. `Melting honey’ is the image Coach associated with theshift in tone. This was her `come-hither’ voice. The one she’d regularlyuse to get people (men) to do deeds for her. “You know all that’s justfriendly workplace banter. No different than when you boys haze each otherin the locker rooms. Friendly jabs and all that.””Funny Ivy” said Coach. “Didn’t know you were up to speed on what goeson in the men’s locker room.”The smirk somehow found a way to creep over the phone. Silence fromIvana’s end.”Sigh…and what exactly am I bringing to the party””Well…” Ivana began, “It is a barbeque, hon. I’m gonna need meat…”Coach could in turn feel a smirk coming from Ivana’s end of the phone.”Really…”said Coach, his voice lowering to match hers.”Uh-huh…” said Ivana, plainly.”How much meat we talkin here?””Lots…” replied the southern nurse. “Pounds…”Coach’s growing erection was starting to form a large bulge in hispants. Is she fuckin with me, he thought.”Think you can handle that for me?” came Ivana in a coy, cat-like pur.”Shiiiet…alright, I got you. I’ll bring the meat, you can pay me backwhen I get there.””Deal…” she replied plainly….*DING-DONG!!*”Oh,” said Anya, a low jolt of surprise in her voice from the suddenringing of the doorbell. “Was someone else comink?”Bianca and Sammy looked on to the corridor where the noise echoed from.”Ivy” Bianca then said, “didn’t you say you were having the meatdelivered to us?””That I did, BB!” Ivana replied, a wide smile on her face and amatter-of-fact pep in her voice perhaps half an octave too perky for heroften caustic demeanor. “Took them long enough. The suns already about togo down.”Ivana gracefully rose from her position in the love-seat. In one smoothmotion she set her mostly empty glass of wine down and motioned towards thefront door. She was out of sight before she could even gauge the look ofcaution, the raised eyebrow, on Jenny Summer’s gorgeous face. Almostsensing Jenny’s unease, Bianca spoke.”Ivana had the foresight to know we’d all be too wrapped up in visitingto get the meat for the barbeque, so she had someone deliver it for us.””Yeah…” said Jenny, a readiness in her voice. “Foresight.”Jenny watched Ivana as she turn the corridor that led to the front door.She noted her choice of clothing this evening. The skirt and blouse thatbest showcased her bare shoulders and arms and wrapped tight around herslim torso. The skirt clung tight to Ivana’s full, meaty curves and –lord above — Jenny thought, had Ivana’s ass always been so full, so round?Had it always jiggled and bounced that way while confined in garments? Astart that could have been identified as one of panic shot through Jenny’sample chest. A slight pump of adrenaline that only intensified as sheprodded herself with a question that she — in her heart of hearts –already knew the answer to. Who was at the door? Who did Ivana have comeover?…”Ah, Coach, dear~!” chimed Ivana as she swung the front door open. “Better late than never.”Black was caught off guard by how warm and welcoming the greeting. Hehalf-flinched at the spot upon seeing Ivana’s uncommon bright white smileaimed at him. It simply didn’t happen.”Uh…hey Ivy.” said Coach, uncertainty cracking in his voice. “Yeah,sorry `bout that. Had to pick up the little brother and it took longer topack everything into the Black-mobile than I thought it would.””Oh, don’t fret over it. The timing actually couldn’t have worked outany better. Us girls were just catching up on things and just now workedup a hunger.””I see…” said Coach.”You know how the old saying goes; hunger is the best spice.” addedRichard.”You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Come on in and set thatstuff down in the kitchen.”Don’t fret over it? Coach would have sworn on the stand he’d neverheard the cranky brunette nurse EVER speak those words before.”S-Sure…” said Coach, uneasy and not doing an altogether good job ofhiding it.The men strode into the two story abode, arms spilling with bags offood.”Man, you went all out.” said Ivana.”Yeah” replied Coach, “figured more beat the risk of not having enough.””Good call” the busty nurse concurred.Good call? thought Coach. Ivana never agreed with Coach on anything.If Black had ever looked up to the sky and said `the sky is blue’, IvanaSwallows’ undoubted reply would have been something to the effect of`well…not particularly.’ What’s up with her? Why is she being so damnagreeable all of a sudden?The three walked down the corridor before rounding the corner that ledto the living room.”Right this way” said Ivana, leading the trek.”Say, this is a really nice place you got here Mrs.Swallows.” saidRichard.”Well thank you, I–” Ivana trailed off, just noting Richard’s presencefor the first time, and more so-“Oh my goodness!” said Ivana, abruptly turning on her heel and facingRichard.”You…you’re–“”Richard” added the Black twin. “Richard Black. Coaches `younger’brother of a few minutes.”Ivana’s eyes shifted from Coach to Richard, rapidly.”Oh my goodness! I-I didn’t know you had a twin brother.””Not many do” the sculpted black man added. “Wish I could keep it thatway sometimes.””Yeah, yeah” dismissed Rich. “I’d shake your hand, Mrs. Swallows, butuhhhh…”Richard let the line linger in the air, letting the image of him beingloaded down with grocery bags speak for itself.”You both look exactly alike.””I like to think I got the good-looks.” joked Richard.Ivana couldn’t help but stare between the two men. It was like lookingat a person while standing next to a mirror. Two Blacks, she thought. Ivana assessed what this meant. How it would fit into her plans. She’dmade sure to be overly nice to tall black jock so that he’d willingly comeinside rather than hand off the groceries to her and leave. That wouldhave ruined everything. She lured him inside with honey, only to realize(rather oafishly) that she’d brought in his brother — his twin brother –into her home. What now? she thought. She’d play it through as planned,and would figure out how this new development could be used later.”Right through here, fellas.” said Ivana, guiding the way into thelivingroom.”We come bearing gifts!” joked Richard as they entered to see the otherwomen.All eyes fell to the small procession entering the space. Biancaimmediately made eye-contact with Black and gave him a slight, but warm,smile of greeting.”Hey, Bianca!” said Coach from behind a tiny wall of brown paper bags.He had to bite his tongue the slightest bit not to call her `3B’. Shehates that, he thought, and more so didn’t want to have to be the one toexplain to her what the nickname stood for.”Hey there, Coach.” replied Bianca. Between Blackwood and Black, therehad always been a polite , if a bit distant, friendliness. Bianca hadalways made it a point to be polite to the tall over-muscled black man. She felt it out of a sense of obligation and want to balance out howsnarky, at times downright mean, way Ivana and Jenny would speak to the manat school.Whenever she saw him, she’d make it a point to smile. Say hello whileat faculty meetings or in the halls, and in turn he’d oblige. Nothingfurther transpired between the two, and from this the build blonde hairedwoman found Coach to be a rather agreeable fellow. This didn’t however,make her any less aware to how big a flirt he was. She’d heard the rumorsabout him. Had seen ample proof of how the man got around with women atthe campus, married as well as single. She wouldn’t be caught up in thatweb, and therefore decided to keep her distance.That was then at least…Now Bianca wasn’t so sure she wanted thatdistance to remain. Her recent experiences had open her up (in more waysthan one) to perhaps pursuing a more `open’ friendship with the studlyathletics coach. But of this, she did not speak aloud nor hint in manner.Anya White meanwhile looked at the black man with a thinly veiledcaution. She’d met Coach not long after she’d moved to Coxville, and shedidn’t altogether like the man. She found him arrogant, `gorgeous…butarrogant’. She typically kept her interactions with him short and clipped.Sometimes going so far as to feign not knowing english words so as to speedthe conversation along. He was a player, everyone in town knew that. Andmoreso a cocky one, a trait that did not sit well with Anya.While things had changed since those earlier meetings, her cautiontowards the tall built man had maintained its unwillingness to part. Hersilent attraction however, whether Anya knew it or not, had remained thesame (if not grown). Now however, her apprehension was peppered withsomething else.Something that hadn’t been there before when Coach wouldgaze at her fiercely with his rich brown eyes and use his sultry deep voiceto coax a bit of warmth from the raven haired Russian. Curiosity perhaps?She appraised him, still as good-looking as he was the last time she hadseen him (moreso now for some reason). Somethin edged her closer to himnow. Daring her.< "Good evening, Anya." > said Coach, using the lion’s share of Russianhe knew.”Hello, Coach Black” she replied in english, formal, terse and withoutan ounce of warmth.Ice princess as always, thought Coach. Still fine as fuck though. Hecouldn’t deny that the Russian woman’s distant manner made him hot. Herdark eyes gazing at him with cold indifference somehow made him want toramp up the charm and ache to see what she’d be like if given the properattention.”I’ll help!” said Sammy, rushing forward to aid in putting the bags inthe kitchen. She scoop a single bag from the burly arms of Richard (whoseface had been mostly obscured) and frolicked into the other room. Roughlyten seconds later, a loud metallic clatter echoed throughout the abode,followed by;”Ouch! Dang it!”Ivana’s face shifted into a scowl at the sound.”Sammy, if you broke anything in my kitchen I’m gonna–“”Sorry! Its ok…I didn’t break nothin.”The two men reached the kitchen and set the item down unceremoniously onthe large island and counter. It was then, upon the bags being put down,that everyone truly noticed the twins.”Say…” said Sammy, the first to see both men up close. “You…oh mygosh!”Richard smiled brightly at the bubbly redhead.”Hi there.”Sammy did the thing that most people did upon finding themselvesstanding before the Black twins. Her eyes shifted back and forth betweenthem, as if she were trying to make sense of some kind of optical illusion.”Coach Black, there’s two of you.” she said, a whimsical wonder in hertone.At this, both men couldn’t help but laugh. Sammy Spitzmen was simplytoo adorable in her manner to not get them to. Sammy had never really beenaround Coach Black, not for any extended duration of time at least. Different generation, different friends, different lives despite their bothbeing athletic devotees. Sammy had heard stories though. Heard about thegreat and infamous Coach Black from Jenny Summers. In kind, Black hadheard about Sammy and her bordering legendary physique. His eyes scannedthe super-fit ginger to confirm that the stories held true. At most, Coachhad noticed Sammy from a distance, and she did as well for him. The twohad never spoken a word to one another in all these years. Rare as thatwas in towns as small as Coxville, it still occurred when two people wouldknow next to nothing about one another.”I’m Richard, Coach’s brother.””That’s right.” Coach added.”So…do you guys like..finish each others sentences and stuff?”The two looked at each other, puzzled but amused.”No–” said Coach.”Not really” added Richard.The pair went unaware of how their response came off as such.”Oh my gosh, that’s so cool! I wish I had a twin.””I don’t think the town would survive two Sammies” came the slick voiceof Ivana Swallows, who filed into the kitchen with Bianca Blackwood, AnyaWhite and — most notably — Jenny Summers. The women all sauntered intothe room, swaying and lightly bouncing like a host of goddesses. Richardcouldn’t help but gawk at the sight. Good gawd!, he thought. I knew thistown had bad bitches, but dayuum! Richard typically did well to keep hismore…thuggish…tendencies at bay. The fighting, street talk and whatnotwas a part of his past, yet it was something he had grown to control andtemper during his travels. Women were drawn to him for his lookstypically, but were intoxicated by how worldly and sophisticated heconveyed himself.Coach Black went about introducing his brother to the women, and brieflyexplained to them how he came to be back in town after all these years. Bianca faintly remember Richard after a time, how they’d all gone to thesame school in their youth, but she’d never quite noticed him (admittedly).”Oh, no worries about that, Mrs.Blackwood.” said Richards. “I was a bitof a ghost back in the day. I stuck to the shadows mostly and kept out ofsight in the library. Got plenty of reading in in those days at thesacrifice of developing social skills. So, you’ll forgive me if I come offas a bit odd at times. You’ve been given fair warning, ha-ha”This tickled the big blondes’ fancy. He’s so well-spoken and polite! Bianca thought. I wish Gerald was more like him.”My little b*o, the egghead” said Coach, helping Ivy put slab after slabof steaks in the refrigerator, Jenny facilitating between them silently.< "I heard my brother speak to you in Russian. What part are youfrom?"" > Anya’s beautiful dark eyes widened at the question. She’d neverquite get used to people speaking to her in her native language in thissouthern town.< " Y-you, you mean me?" > Anya blurted sheepishly.< " No, I was talking to the other beautiful Russian woman in the room."> Replied Richard with a chuckle.The pair exchanged a few words in Russian. Anya learned that Richardhad spent some time in Moscow during his travels and had managed to pick upa bit of the language. He was no Alexander Brooks (of that Anya knewabsolutely) but it was enough for them to engage in conversation.”Damn b*o, didn’t know you were multi-lingual””One of many things you don’t know about me, Coach.” said Richard.The Russian conversation went back and forth for a moment or two longer,and concluded upon Richard – to Black’s amazement – making the typicallystoney raven haired Russian woman laugh, flashing her flawless pearly whiteteeth and bright smile at the younger Black twin. She even blushed, herpale cheeks warming to a faint pink at Richad’s unknown comment. Un-fuckin-believable thought Coach. The ice-princess melts.It hadn’t been known during this exchange, or at the very least notaddressed, but Jenny Summers was staring daggers at Coach Black this entiretime. As the group put away the truck-load of delectable meats, shescowled at him with a fury bordering on supernova. What the FUCK? shethought, again and again, never taking her eyes on her big black bull. Heranger towards him was trumped only by her coiling and ever-rising hatred ofIvana Swallows. Ivana, who had put this little gathering together. Ivana,who had insisted she come down that day. Ivana, who couldn’t been botheredto get her own bloody groceries, and called Coach — HER Coach — to fetchthem for her.What.The.FUCK!?Jenny’s piercing glower never strayed from the sight of Coach and Ivy.The pair of them, standing together as they placed the groceries in thefridge. Ivana, smiling and laughing with a regularity unheard of for theoften snarky and irritable brunette.Jenny became stone silent, working outthe details of how and when she’d release her anger towards the both ofthem. Her only confusion was who would feel her wrath first? Her gullibledog of a Big Black Cock, or the duplicitous bitch who had put this wholedebacle in motion.”So, if one of you gets hurt,” said Sammy to Richard, “like, one ofya’ll smacks your funny-bone in the bathroom or somethin…does the othertwin feel it?”At this, Richard laughed. “No, nothing like that I’m afraid. That’d bea nightmare. Every time my brother stepped out on the field I’d be anervous wreck.””If that were true, your days of `climbin’ killamanjaro’ and all thatextreme hiking shit would be over. I’d make sure of that.” Added Coach,working a particularly fat slab of steak into the fridge. Bent in front ofhim was Ivana, who was moving items out of the way to make room for themeat.”Alright Coach, hon, you can go on ahead and place that big suckerri~ght in here.”Ivana’s round bubble butt –packed tight into her skirt– was propped upbefore the studly Coach. The statement was innocent enough; Ivana hadcleared room for Coach to place the meat into the fridge. On the surface,it meant nothing…but beneath…well…Jenny knew better. The blondecheerleading coach had to resist the urge of shoving her heel right intothe center of that pretentious heart-shaped mound that Ivana poked andwobbled in front of Coach, HER Coach.”You sure you got enough room for all this? Looks like a tight fit.””It’ll fit” assured Ivana, “trust me, I’ve gotten plenty of practice inwith stuff like this.”I’ll bet you have, skank! thought Jenny.”Alright, if you insist.”Coach worked the items into the fridge, brushing passed Ivana as shebacked out. Their hips touched, Ivana’s ass backing itself into Coach’spelvis. The brunette nurse half-turned to look at the tall Black man. Inthat single moment, that single pass between man and woman, it looked like– from Jenny’s vantage — the two were connected, Coach burying his crotchinto Ivana from behind. Coach, HER Coach, pelvis to ass with thatbrown-haired bitch.”Oomph!” squeaked Ivana, her mouth an O of surprise at the suddenobstruction, hacking herself into a wall of man and hard muscle. “Pardonme.””Not a thang” replied Coach, that smirk of his framing his features.What.The.FUCK!?Anya and Sammy were too busy being regaled by one of Richard’s harrowingadventures in the Swiss Alps to notice the all-too close gesture of Ivybacking her bulbous bottom into Coach’s crotch. Bianca however, did happento catch the motion, and noted how ill-at-ease it had left Jenny.”Need any help putting that stuff away, Ivy?” she asked, a motherlyconcern in her tone.”Oh, no no, we got this. We should probably fire up the grill now. Coach, hon.””Yea?””You think you could help me with the grill out back? Danged thing hasbeen on the fritz since yesterday. Don’t know for the life of me what’swrong with it.”At this, Bianca cocked an eyebrow. She’d seen Ivana at the grill justearlier that day. She made no mention of anything being wrong with thedevice.What is she up to? Thought Bianca.”Sure, let’s go take a look.””I’ll help you!” barked Jenny.”Oh, Jen” replied Ivana, “Don’t fret over it. Coach can take care ofthis for me. You go on an relax.””No, I want to help. I’m more keen on things like this than you’dthink”Ivana smiled, “I know, but–“”Great. Settled. Let’s go!”At the suggestion, Jenny, Ivana and Coach began to make their way to thebackyard. Bianca followed, an appraising eye on the three of them.”I’ll come along too” said Bianca. “Jeb just bought a new grill and I’dlike to know a trick or two on how to fix should there ever come a need.”That was only half-a-lie, but Bianca’s intent was well meaning enoughfor it not to feel wrong. Sammy, Anya and Richard meanwhile remained inthe kitchen, enjoying the apex of Richard’s daring climb while indulging inthe laid out fruits. Anya was pouring Richard a small glass of the blackwine when the two blondes and brunette filed out of the kitchen.Bianca, seeing how the tension between the two women had grown in thelast few minutes, tried to position herself between Jenny and Ivana.”Alrighty, suit yourselves.” said Ivana, “let’s get to it!”Ivana and Bianca had made it outside, the warm southern air overtakingthem as they exited the house proper. Jenny and Coach hadn’t quite made itto the back door, when Jenny gripped Coach by a large bicep and pulled himaside, sidestepping the trek to the grill.”Whoa!” said Coach, off-guard from the sudden burst of strength from theblonde.”What. The. FUCK!?” said Jenny, a growl that somehow managed to remaina whisper.”What?” said Coach, his face puzzled.”What the hell are you doing here for starters?””Ivy called and asked me to bring her some meat from the store.””She asked you to bring some meat from the store…” replied Jenny, thedisbelief almost palpable as she placed her hands at her hips and cockedthem to one side. Though Jenny as shorter than Coach, from her stance andposition in the hallway she appeared to tower over him, the athletic blackman cornered by a yellow-haired lioness.”Yeah. Figured it wasn’t no thang, just a favor. Relax baby. “”Weren’t nothin…Just a favor…””Why are you repeatin everything I say?”Jenny smacked Coach on the arm, a half-closed hand hitting against solidmuscle. The blow hurt her more than it did him, but Jenny wasn’t about toconfess that.”Are you k**ding me? Are you that dense?””Damn, the fuck’s your problem?””You!” Jenny belted, her voice breaking from its harsh whisper. Sheimmediately caught herself and put a hand to her own mouth, as though tosilence herself.”You!” she repeated, this time in a hushed whisper. “Ivana’s using you,you idiot.””Using me?””Yes! She’s up to something. Bringing you here, having you bring meat.This is her trying to–to…”Jenny didn’t want to say it aloud.”To what?” Coach dared.”She’s trying to get back at me.””Get back at you? Fo what?””I dunno…Nothing…Everything!”Jenny wasn’t about to go into any detail about the last book clubmeeting. She knew the matter of Samson West and the subsequent dare she’dposed to the girls to get their own black studs wouldn’t particularly sethim off, That was the problem. That’s what worried her the most. Theirsecret — rather cavalier — relationship was rooted in the idea that thepair of them could have at whoever they wanted. When we’re fucking eachother senseless, have as much dick as you like, while I have as much pussyas I like was the agreement.The problem with that however, Jenny didn’t want Coach to have at anyoneelse. She wanted to have him all to herself. Sure, she’d had her way withmore than her fair share of Big Black Dick in the days since that fatefulnight, when she and Coach ravaged each other in the men’s shower, her pussypounded into black addiction by Coach’s monster cock. But still, Coach washers. The bimbos he’d throw himself into on a regular basis couldn’t fuckhim half as good as she could, and had proven again and again (multipletimes). Something about the notion of Ivana getting all that good blackdick, HER good black dick, simply set a fire in her. The image of Ivanahaving HER Coach, this simply would not stand.”She’s using you to get to me.””…The fuck you talkin-“This whole barbecue thing as an excuse to get us all in one place. Sheprobably trying to use this to like, I dunno…””You’re soundin hella paranoid right now…you know that right?””Oh come on! ” said Jenny, an exasperated plea. “When has EVER calledyou and asked for a favor?””Well…””When has she EVER smiled or laughed this much?””Well…””When has she EVER called you `hon’ or ‘dear’, for fuck’s sake?””Yeah…that was a little weird.””See? She’s up to something.””Doesn’t mean all that.””And in the kitchen, she basically dry-humped you in front of everyone!”Jenny tilted her head back to check the corridor. Through the screendoor she could see Bianca — half bent at the grill — alongside Ivana, whowas fiddling with something at the back of the device.”Look, she’s distracted. You go on ahead, grab your brother and getoutta here.””What? Why the fuck would I do that?””Because, Ivana’s acting all weird. She’s gonna try…Idunno…something.””She really can’t be under your skin this bad.” said Coach.”She’s not, it’s just–gah– I don’t trust her. She’s been on thisserious revenge kick ever since…”Jenny stopped herself.”Since…” Coach prodded.”Nothing…”An awkward silence. Coach, paused at the spot and cocking an eyebrowdown at his blonde vixen. She crossed her arms nervously, her gorgeousface dropping off to the side like a sheepish teenage girl.”Hmm…alright, don’t tell me then.”Just then, Ivana’s voice could be heard from outside.”Oh, dang it. Coach dear, could you come out here and give us a handwith this?”Jenny looked up, peered at Coach with a fiery desperation. He lookedback at her, knowing that look. When she really wanted him to dosomething, she gave him this look. It wasn’t a beg, and it wasn’t acommand, it was something in-between. And Coach Black knew only oneresponse to this steely `come-hither’ glare…”Comin, Ivy!”His brown eyes didn’t take themselves away from Jenny’s blue ones. Hewatched as her brows furrowed into a angry crease. She hated howpig-headed he was, and could show this with but a single expression.”Its nothin, right?” mocked Coach. “Nothin went down, so it won’t meannothin if I help her with the grill.””You…” Jenny began. “Are SUCH a bastard.”As Coach pressed his way from Jenny’s cornered space, he smiled at her.”That I am…and yet, I’ll still wearin that pussy out on a regularbasis. Go figure.”With that, Coach exited the house and entered the backyard. Jenny couldhave screamed bloody murder at how she was losing control of the situation.Her heart sank a bit to see Coach turn from her like that, obviouslyintrigued to see how Ivana’s little ‘plan’ would play out. She wanted tostrangle him and stomp Ivana into the concrete. But she couldn’t. She wascommitted to keeping up appearances., and wouldn’t allow that falsedark-haired bitch to make her openly flinch in front of their friends. Shesuspected this was the purpose behind Ivana invited Sammy, Anya and Bianca.It was a public display and a shield against any reprisal of Jenny’s angertowards the nurse. Jenny gets angry at Ivana for having HER man answer toher commands, she loses. If Ivana can openly flirt with HER man in frontof the other girls, she loses. If Ivana decides to host her own littleversion of their previous book club meeting, and fucks HER man in front ofthe girls,she losesIt wasn’t a comforting thought in any vane. Jenny steeled herself forwhat was about to come. She’d have to safeguard her foolhardy Big BlackCock from Ivana’s grubby clutches. This could be done, this would be done.Jenny walked out into the backyard, spying Ivana as she was appraisingCoach while he bent over to look at the grill. The blonde and brunettemade eye contact. Ivana grinned, her green eyes gleaming in a way thatreminded Summers of a serpent aching to strike at any moment.Alright bitch… thought Jenny. You want to play, let’s play.And Jenny Summers, her blue eyes suddenly gaining a glint so bright andcheery it bordered on hostile, returned the smile in kind with her own….