One

Cassie’s eyes fought to remain focused over her boyfriend’s shoulder at the glass chandelier hanging down from the ceiling. She was breathing heavy; gasping with each pounding Marcus was meting down on her. Her arms clung to his muscled shoulders; his arms held up her legs which hung over his backside. She breathed into his ear lobe and nibbled on his flesh. Marcus’ face came into view, gazed down on her and mashed his lips to hers, inhaling her breath. He pulled her up from where she lay on the sofa. Cassie got up and made him sit down and then mounted him. Her shapely buttocks bounced on his crotch. She exhaled at the same time cried sharply from the friction of his cock filling her cunt once again. Her tits bounced back and forth, slapping against his face. Marcus grasped her tits and squeezed her nipples with his forefinger and thumb. This sent further excitement up her spine. She flung her hair in a whirlwind like something caught up in a fan. She couldn’t stop moaning from the exquisite pleasure she was caught up in. her body moved on their own accord, listening to the mounting rhythm of sex she was lost in. she could hear herself swearing and mounting expletives, but couldn’t hear herself.

“Ohh my God! Fuck me, Marcus! Fuck me and make me cum!”

Marcus slapped her ass cheeks, making her bounce harder. He pulled her towards him roughly and kissed her. Their tongues flicked and slurped over each other’s lips. Their breathing was frantic and gasping. Marcus speeded up his thrusts, slamming his cock up the slut’s pussy as hard and as fast as he could. He knew getting close to cumming and wanted it to be just as perfect.

Cassie felt her boyfriend’s cock expanding her pussy about to explode with cum. She too was nearing her point of excitement. She reached a hand down her crotch and rubbed at her clit faster; her gasping spurred out of control. She was whooping like crazy. Marcus held her down hard as the moment built up in his balls and seconds later he released a lengthy groan as he felt his prick let loose a torrent of cum like an exploding gas pipe. Cassie just about screamed as she felt the rush of her boyfriend’s cum shoot into her pussy, pouring all the way into her womb. She nearly slipped off his thighs when it happened had Marcus not been holding her towards him.

Finally expended, she collapsed upon her lover’s sweaty chest, gasping deeply. She could feel his cum pouring out her cunt, running down his shaft. She loved the feel of his cock stuck in her pussy almost as much as she loved it whenever he’d cum in her mouth and she’d swallow every drop.

They remained like that on the sofa in cuddling form, neither saying anything except listening to their breathing return to normal. Cassie licked sweat off her man’s chin and neck. Her hands caressed his arms, ran over his muscles. Such a masculine body he has, no wonder her friends were always hitting her up about him. Dirty cheating sluts with not an honest bone on their bodies, all of them wanting to fuck his man for nothing. His cum was still dripping out of her cunt and his cock too was going soft in her. She wished it would remain hard forever.

“Your cock’s going soft,” she remarked.

“Uh-Huh. You want another round?”

“You’ve made my pussy sore. You always get the best of me whenever you’re around.”

“That’s what I’m here for. You’ve got a sweet pussy too.”

She rubbed his shoulder, feeling her hand over the film of sweat on his skin. The erotic contrast of her pale white skin against his chocolate brown was something she always loved.

Cassie was twenty years old and compared to most of her college friends she considered herself experienced and mature-minded when it came to sex, especially the sort that involved interracial, than most other uppity white girls in Madison High. She was lucky to be dating a twenty-two year old black stud like Marcus. He was everything any young woman could desire to have in a man: tall, dark and handsome with the features . On numerous occasions in the past she had caught the wrath of some black girls in the college who gave her baleful stares and beady eyes whenever she strolled past them with Marcus. When first she noticed it she had walked nervous and unsettled about it, but Marcus was unfazed by it. Times had passed when she’d mentioned it and he’d easily knocked it off her mind, thus over the months she's become content with everything around her. Herself and Marcus weren’t the only interracial adults in the school, but a lot tend to notice them more than others. A day seldom went by that she never thought about him, or his black cock; she easily brought the subject up whenever she was with her coterie of girlfriends.

“You got anyplace you need to be soon?” she asked him.

“If I did, I’d be packing my clothes up way before you asked. How about you?”

“I’ve got one or two, but I'm happy here with you,” she smiled.

“There you go. thought you was going to mention some other boyfriend.”

“Stop it,” she playfully beat his arm. “There’s no one else, you know that.”

“Really. What about that white boy, Josh? That lanky dude that’s always trailing after you in your class like a hound dog.”

“It’s not me he’s after. He’s always wanting me to talking to Alicia for him. He’s smitten by her.”

“Don’t look that way from where I’m standing,” he said nonchalantly.

She was about replying him when she cocked her head as she heard a car pulling into her home. It took some effort to pull off her lover and went to spy out the living room French windows facing the driveway of her home. It was a dark-blue Sedan entering her driveway. She recognised the car in an instant – it was her Mom returning from wherever.

"Oh shit!"

She went and tapped Marcus’ arm, told him to get up that her Mom was here. Marcus shot to his feet when she mentioned that. Not a second to waste, they quickly gathered up their clothes, Cassie picked up the couch pillows that lay on the floor and set them properly on the sofa and looked around in case she’d forgotten something. Not finding any, she led her boyfriend out of the living room and up the stairs to her bedroom. They closed the door behind them just in time as they heard the front door come open.

***

Sophie Garchaux slipped her key into the front door's lock and opened it. She was a thirty-nine year old Social Service lawyer and she stood there by the doorway, laden with numerous posted letters, most of them bills and magazine catalogues all from her. the letters had been piling in her box since the previous week and she'd half expected her daughter would remember to get at them but alas, such was a task she only had to undertake. She took off her sunglasses before stepping into her red bricked home.

She kicked the door close behind her and entered the living room and immediately her feet drew to a halt. She perceived something. There was a faint aroma in the room, so distinct and yet familiar. She dropped the letters and magazines, along with her handbag and sunglasses, on a coffee table and looked about the room still sniffing the air for that perceptive smell. Her eyes caught something sticking out the underside of the long sofa; something purplish. She reached for it and sighed with disappointment at what turned out to be a pair of purple-coloured thong panties, the likes that could only belong to her rambunctious daughter, Cassie. The aroma she’d perceived then became familiar to her. It was pussy smell, that much was obvious. Her daughter had been fucking someone, whoever it was she’d brought to the house, this time in her living room.

Sophie heard what sounded like footsteps bounding down the stairs. It turned out to be Cassie, now wearing a different pair of clothes, looking like she'd only just arrived and was surprised to see her Mom in the house at this hour.

“Afternoon, Mom,” Cassie came and hugged her but Sophie was buying it. She knew when her daughter was making up to seem like nothing ever happened while she was out of the house.

“Lose something, Cassie," Sophie dangled her daughter’s panties off her finger. Cassie brought her hands to her face in mock surprise and gasped. "Oops!" she said, then gushed with laughter as she took back her panties

“Mom, I’m … I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry about this.”

“I'm not interested in that," she replied with a stern voice. "Who is he, Case? You’ve been fucking someone in here, I know it. I can smell your pussy everywhere.”

Cassie looked at her Mom with shock. “Bring someone in here? Mom, no … I swear, I didn’t—”

"Of course you didn't. Your panties just happened to be here lying on their own waiting for me to discover them, and what with the cunt smells that's in this room you'd expect me to buy that, wouldn't you?"

"Mom, I did forget my panties, but it's not what you think."

“Oh, don’t lie to me, Cassie. Is he upstairs in your room?”

She made to walk past her daughter but Cassie tried to stop her.

“Mom, no! I swear, there’s no one around. It was all me with myself in here. I was … I got home an hour early from school and … I thought I’d, you know, get tingly and play with myself a little. I’m sorry I did, but that’s all it was.”

“Yeah right, you're sorry. I've just about had it with you, young lady. This isn't the first time you've done something silly and never do you take notice. Well, we’re going to find out right now.”

Sophie marched past her. Cassie came after her Mom, wondering what she was up to. Sophie went up the stairs with her daughter trailing behind trying to dissuade her but she wasn’t listening. The top landing branched into left and right. The left led to Cassie's bedroom door while the right was her Mom's; the centre door was the bathroom. Cassie saw which direction her Mom was heading and tried to ward her off but Sophie pushed her aside and yanked her bedroom door open. Cassie held her breath at what was inevitable.

The bedroom was empty.

"You see, I told you I was alone," Cassie spoke as if in victory.

The windows were open. Sophie went and looked out but didn't see anyone hiding out in the backyard. She checked under the bed as well as in the closet but there wasn't anyone hiding there. Still she wasn't satisfied.

“Where is he, Case?” she usually always referred to her as ‘Case’ only when she suspected she had committed something. “You had someone in here, I'm sure of that. Stop lying and wasting my time and tell me where he is.”

“Mom, please. There’s no one here, I've told you the truth already. You’d have found him by now if you thought I was lying.”

“We’ll see.”

She left her room and went to look inside the bathroom. She pulled back the shower curtains but there wasn’t anyone lurking in there either. She closed the door and turned to her daughter, seeming somewhat calmed that she hadn't found any stranger in her home.

“One of these days you’re going to do something that’s going to make me regret never sending you to foster care. What would you have said if I’d returned home with some friends and found your panties the way I did?”

“Oh come on, Mom. I was home alone and TV got boring for me to watch. I’m sorry about it, really I am.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are. Do it again and you’ll be grounded for a month, you hear me young lady.”

Sophie stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Cassie waited some seconds before returning to her room and closed the door and turned the lock. She threw her panties in her hamper where she kept her dirty clothes and went to peep out her window facing the backyard. There was no sight of her boyfriend anywhere and she was about returning to her room, thinking he'd scat, when she heard someone hiss her name. She looked back and saw him waving at her standing by the picket fence they shared with their next-door neighbour. Cassie indicated that she was coming. She opened her bedroom door, heard the sound of pouring water inside the bathroom and knew her Mom was in there taking her bath. Cassie scampered down the stairs and went into the kitchen and out the back door. Marcus hid out of sight by the side of the house

“I’m sorry about all of that, Marc. I never knew my Mom would be back home so suddenly.”

“It’s all right, babe, chill. Ain't your fault she got home like she did. I’d better be off anyway. Meeting Tito and the fellas down by the Causeway. You think you’ll show?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I don’t know how upset my Mom might be. If I can make it, I’ll give you a call to let you know.”

“Good, you do that. Let me know too if you ain’t coming. I'd better go pick my ride off from the workshop.”

He gave her a kiss and then was off. She walked to the front of the house and watched him cross to the other side of the street, walking away from view. At that moment Cassie heard the sound of crunching feet on dry leaves. She turned towards her right and standing there on the other side of the picket fence was Mrs., Sumpthers. She was holding a rake in her hand standing there looking at Marcus and then back at Cassie with a questioning glare.

“Good evening, Mrs., Sumpthers,” Cassie said to her.

Mrs., Sumpthers didn’t say anything except stare at her with that questioning look in her eyes. Cassie didn’t like her stare but nothing she could do about it. She turned around and went back into the house.