Sharing Black (Part 2)

10:15a.m. (home)
I washed the turkey first, seasoned it and stuffed it into a baking bag inside a roaster. I covered it and put it in the bottom oven. I started to make the cornbread when the doorbell rung. I made sure I locked the door since Black made it a habit of entering the house without permission. I opened the door and Black was standing there with one rose, and a small box of chocolates. 
“A rose for a rose, and some sweets for my sweet.” he said and handed them to me. “Black what are you doing here.” I asked him. 
“I’m here to make a peace offering.” He stepped up in the door and kissed me on the cheek. 
“I don’t smell anything cooking!” he said as he pushed pass me. Just the smell of him made my nipples hard. He turned the corner to the kitchen. 
“Well I just started, Mr. Know-It-All.” He turned to look at me as I put the flower and the candy on the mantle. 
“So what is this peace offering you talkin!” 
“Well I’m finna help you cook.” 
“And what do you know how to cook?” I questioned him. 
“Well… fa starters I know how to make the bomb ass Kool-Aid.” he joked. I couldn’t help but to laugh even though I put on a mean front. How could I stay mad at this fool. My heart ached just to be near him. Could this be Love or is it Lust? 

“What are we having?” 
“Well…” I began “we are having greens, turkey, sweet potatoes, chicken n dressing, um…” I looked away. “Corn on the cob and now peach cobbler, Vanilla ice cream...” I finished and turned around. Black smacked one right on my lips. His tongue lashed into my mouth as he threw his arms around my waist and held me tight. I couldn’t get away from his kiss. He found my lips every where I turned my head. My pussy started to tingle. I uncontrollably took my arms and wrapped them around his waist. I too found myself kissing him. We backed up against the wall and like mad started to undress each other. I tugged at his belt as I tried to keep my lips locked on his, and he unbuttoned my blouse. Our breathing became heavy, rhythmic, and deep. His hands wrapped around my titties over my bra and squeezed them. 
“Wait, we can’t!” I interrupted and pushed him away. 
“Yes we can” he said and grabbed at me again. 
“NO!! we can’t,” I fired back at him. I turned away and started buttoning my blouse. “I have to have this stuff done by the time Big Momma gets home from church.” 
“Alright what do you want me to do?” he asked. 
“Well..” I said looking back at him and smiled “you could start with that bomb ass Kool-Aid you know how to make.” He returned the smile and grabbed the pitcher out the cabinet. 

I worked as hard as I could not to look at him, cause every time I did my pussy would crave his meal. It was already drippin’ wet from the tongue lashin’ he just laid on me. I threw the bread in the top oven and started on the greens. I washed the turnips first then the mustard. 
“Kool-Aid,” Black handed me as he stood behind me. I could feel his erection on my ass. I took the glass and drank the red drink. The glass looked so delicious in my hand, just to look at it made me hot. Or was it his dick on my ass? I don’t know. I took a sip. The sweet smooth taste slithered down my throat. 
“MMMM, it’s good.” I told him. 
“I know’ he said and kissed my neck. I lifted my glass to finish the drink. He then put his arms around me and pressed his dick up against my ass hard. He leaned in to kisses he placed on my neck and slid his hands down to my crotch. I choked. 
“You ok Jori!” he asked grabbing my arms and pulling me in close to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I finished clearing my lungs and looked up at him. “Thank you, I’m fine now” I said and pushed at him. He held tight. I pulled away and backed up against the counter. He walked up to me, leaned over me and rested his hands on either side of me on the counter top. 
“Kiss me” he told me. 
“Move Black, I have to finish” I said and pushed him out the way. I pulled the cornbread out the oven and put the greens in a drainer on the sink. 
“Lets go into the T.V. room and watch something.” Black offered. 
“Alright.” I followed. 

He put in an old classic Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I took the clip out my hair and scratched my head and he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me over to him. He pushed my head back with his cheek and started kissing me. I instantly got wet again. He leaned in and pinned me down on the couch. 
“MMMM, baby you smell good.” he said and flooded my face with kisses. “Black.” I moaned as he went up my blouse to play with my nipples. 
“Big Momma will be home soon Black, stop!” He continued his exploration of my body as if I said nothing. 

He pulled at the buttons of my shirt and tore them off. He snatched my shirt off and tugged at my bra. He lifted my bra up enough to put his hot mouth over my nipples. He let up just enough to take his shirt off. He took off his belt and threw it over the back of the chair. He undid his pants and tugged at mine. I pulled my legs out the pants and he collapsed over me again. 
“I want you so bad,” he whispered in my ear and rose up and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth. His dick grew out his underwear so he took them off. He kicked his underwear under the chair and broke the strap on mine trying to get them off. After they fell to the floor he laid on top of me and pulled my leg up. He eased his hard cock in my pussy and I melted. 

I couldn’t believe it didn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday morning. His dick filled the entire capacity of my pussy plus some. In and out my pussy he went with his 12 incher. “Damn it’s good,” I moaned and returned his sloppy kiss. Just as I got into it, all of a sudden I heard the keys in the front door. 
“Damn Big Momma’s home!” Black snatched out my pussy fast he fell to the floor. I jumped up and help him grab his and my clothes. I pushed Black up the back stairs. We traveled so fast he stumbled over his clothes. We ran into my room and jumped into the bed. I covered up and he did the same. 

“Shouldn’t we be getting dressed?” he questioned. 
“No Big Momma’s cool,” I said and pulled him on top of me again. His dick was still hard. He pushed in and I came instantly. 
“Damn girl, you so tight I’m finna cum too” he said and dove deeper inside my begging cunt. 
“Here I cum baby!” he said and laced my sugary walls with his hot creamy icing. His stroke slowed down and I started cummin’ “I’m cummin too” I grabbed and pinched his shoulders as my pussy contractions milked the last of his nut deep in my pussy. 
“I like to feel you cum on my dick” he said and rolled off me. I laughed. 

“Knock Knock” I heard Big Momma say on the outside of the door. She opened the door and Black hid his head under the blanket. 
“Baby I just wanted to say a few things to you then I will leave you alone.” I laughed and patted Black on the head which was still unter the covers licking on my nipples. 
“Sure Big Momma”. 
“Well thank you for starting dinner for me and I’ll finish up.” she started. "Mrs. Michaels said that they will be here at around 6:00 and she will bring the cobbler.” 
“Ok Big Momma” 
“Oh and another thing” she continued, “Mrs. Michaels and I will need to talk to the two of you after dinner tonight so don‘t make any plans.” she said and threw Black’s underwear and belt into the room. She closed the door and left. 
“My momma would have shot us both if she caught us in bed.” he laughed and leaned up on his elbow. 
“Did she just throw my draws and belt in here?” he laughed. I looked at him and laughed too. 
“I wonder what she has to talk to us about.” he questioned. 
“What you think?” 
“I don’t know but well soon find out.” 

6:22p.m. (Dinner Table)
We cleaned up for dinner and came downstairs. Mrs. Michaels, her husband and their 12 year old son was already there. We walked in the room where everyone was and started blushing at the way everyone was staring at us. 
“Tyrell you sit there and I will start serving the dinner.” Big Momma said pointing at the chair next to the one I sat in, right across from the Michaels. Big Momma nodded her head towards my seat and I went and quickly took my place. I played with my nails under the table to keep from looking at the family around the table. 
“So, how long have you and Tyrell been dating?” Mr. Michaels asked. 

Mr. Michaels was a tall slender man with a high yellow complexion. Black didn’t look nothing like his father but his little brother Terrance did. The exact replica. 
“Uumm about 3 months” Black answered for me. 
“How come this is the first time we seen her?” he questioned him. 
“I don’t know.” he replied and looked at me. Big Momma brought in the turkey first. It was brown in all the right places. 
“Do you need any help, Big Momma?” I jumped up and rushed past her without waiting for a reply. I wanted to avoid any more embarrassing grilling his parents had for me. 

part 3 coming soon!!!