Horny housewives & Milfs: 4> Afternoon delight
written by:
Chris-t6290

In case you're wondering, my folks didn't name me after the Australian actress and songstress, Kylie Minogue, but erotic/sex film star Kylie Ireland. Well, in point of fact, it was my father who gave me the name. I didn't find out about the connection ‘til later on in life.

As to this story that I'm about to relate for your hopeful enjoyment...! I'm 30 years young and somewhat happily involved with Robert, both of us living together at my place. As a lover, Robert's what you might call ok, in that he satisfies and pleasures me, but, you know us women, we have more sexual thoughts than men, chiefly because we can get off more than them, which consistently makes me horny. Thankfully, I have a job that keeps me and my furtive mind occupied, so Robert has no worries. However, I have several close girlfriends who, unlike me, are more free and easy.

Calling me up at work during my lunch break (we have a lunch room), Jenny told me about her recent sexual interlude from her boyfriend. "Kylie, you're not gonna believe what, who I just did?" she gleefully expounded. And over the next 15 minutes she told me all about it.

Apparently, there's this short black guy, Isaac, with a huge cock, who Amanda and Julie had both tried out before telling Jenny about him, and now me. "The guy's incredible for his height, or lack thereof," she continued to drool, which soon started me off thinking about it, him.

I've never had a black lover. I'd always been told they were selfish, and treat women, especially white women, which I am, like whores; no respect, which is in stark contrast to what Jenny was telling me. In view of that, I get her to explain things in detail, which only made me all the more hornier. ‘Robert's in for a great time, tonight', I thought to myself, as Jenny continued, while I, having slipped my hand into my moist panties, fingered my part shaved pussy and subsequently climaxed.

"Hold on a sec, Jenny, there's another call," I tell her.

Checking the caller ID, I see that it's Robert. "Hi, hon'," I excitedly greet him, as my mind looks forward to this evening, only to have him dash such plans by telling me why he's calling. Apparently, an old buddy, one he hasn't seen in years, called him up, and together, with a couple of mates they all know from way back, he'll be out catching up on old times and finding out what's new.

"Ok, then," I responded to him, trying not to sound despondent at being let down. ‘Looks like it's me, a meal for one, a warm bath, and my toy for company, then,' I realised to myself.

Returning to Jenny, she can't help but notice my downcast tone. "Bad news?" she asked. And with that, I told her about Robert.

"Why not spend the evening with Isaac," she suggested considerately.

"I can't do that. Besides, I don't know when Robert will be home; also, he may bring his friend and the others over to meet me," I eclaimed, indicating a slight interest in her offer.

"What about tomorrow, you're sure to be hung over, sexually, and I guarantee you, Kylie, you won't regret it," she proffered, as my fingers felt the moist folds of my cunt flesh for the second time.

"I, I'll think about it, call you tonight, alright," I informed her, ending the call without hesitation.

Now, I need something more substantial than my fingers. Luckily, for such emergencies, I have a mini vibrator, and going to the ladies, I make sure that I'm alone before entering the far cubicle. Quickly rifling through my purse, I take out the red ‘dynamo' with its vibrating white top. Turning it on, I pull my g-string to one side and touch it against my clit, all the while thinking about Isaac and his thick black cock as it pummels my pussy.

‘Aaagh' I stifled my moans, as I made myself cum several times before I stopped; breathing deep and panting afterwards. ‘Fuck! I've got to, got to try it,' I said to myself, as I continued to come down from the elated orgasm I just had and then tidy myself up. Noticing my flushed face in the mirror, if anyone asks, I'll just say that I had something hot for lunch; Jenny's phone call.

Returning to work, my mind occasionally drifted to thoughts of Isaac, which was unusual for me. Then later, as I hurriedly left the office where I work as a clerk, I called up Jenny. "Okay, then," I told her, and discussed tomorrow afternoon, saying that I'll phone in sick. After I had rung off, I still could not believe what I was contemplating doing.

That night, after having a solitary meal - lasagne for one - I treated myself to a very relaxing bubble bath so that I was clean all over for Isaac's attention: pampering my milky white breasts before tending my lovely groomed auburn pussy, and as I once again imagined it, I could not help but...emn, yes, make myself cum.

Later on, when Robert came home smelling of booze, I decidedly banished him to the sofa; after which, and returning to bed, I fell into a peaceful deep sleep.

Avoiding being too talkative with my boyfriend the following morning, be it out of guilt on my part, or me still confining him to the ‘dog house', he soon had his usual breakfast and went off to work, leaving me to lock up and depart later as usual.

With the time now almost 8:15 I settled down to a lazy breakfast, comprising grapefruit, cereal and tea, while watching some early morning TV before phoning in sick just after 9pm; that being when the office I work at opens. "Hello, Mr Rogers," I said, doing my best to make it seem like my nasal sinuses were clogged up from hay fever.

"Is that you, Kylie? You don't sound too good," he remarked. "Hay fever, I take it. You're the second one to phone in with it today," he informed me.

Having told him that I'll see how it is by tomorrow, he wished me well before ending the call.

A little after 9am, and with several hours before Isaac arrived for our secret rendezvous, I busied myself with washing up the breakfast things, before running a vacuum cleaner over the living room carpet and a duster over the furniture; preferring to actually do it in the lounge, so that the bed didn't reek of sex when Roger and I make up later. ‘Em, two men in one day, it's like I'm almost young and single again,' I thought to myself.

While I soaked in the bath last night, I made a mental note of what I would wear for him, Isaac.

With the cleaning now done, I returned to my bedroom and began to get dressed: black hold up stockings, a sheer black thong - which I slipped on after I'd dabbed some sweet scent on each side of my pussy - a lacy black half cup bra that my ever hard nipples poked out the top of, followed by a below the knee length navy blue fan skirt, a mauve open neck blouse and black strappy shoes with a 4-inch heel. ‘Em, quite the naughty mistress,' I regaled, as I caught site of my reflection in the wardrobe mirror before adding a few more dabs of scent to all the right places. After that, the only thing left was some make up.

Blackener on my eyebrows, always a good start, no eyeliner or mascara, for that matter, since I didn't want to come across as more of a slut than I was, what with me entertaining a man for sex even though it is my apartment. Blusher for my rosy cheeks and lastly, red lipstick for my pouting lips; Jenny and the others call me the female Mick Jagger, which I find odd, as most women I know have pouting, smouldering lips.

With the time now barely just past 11am, I decide to play with my below the shoulder length wavy hair, which is darker than my bush; a bob, no. Then I tried it in a ponytail. Pigtails? Definitely not, before settling for it as it was, once I had run a brush through it. Finally looking at my work of art, my entire ensemble, I'm quite chuffed. ‘Ok super cock, let's see what you've got,' I exclaimed to myself, before closing my bedroom door and walking downstairs to commit what most conservative women would call ‘sin'.

In my lounge, I now poured myself a light drink as the hour of my infidelity approached. Shortly after taking the second sip, I jumped, almost nervously, as the front door bell sounded. ‘Shit!' I said, under my breath, as I spilt some, albeit on the floor. "Just coming," I called out, as I placed the glass down, and then hurried to see who it was.

Looking down from my 5'8" height, I noticed a short (Jenny wasn't kidding) young looking black guy, with a turned around baseball cap on his head. "You're..." I said, with an air of bewilderment.

"Isaac," he confirmed; whereupon, I invited him in, still somewhat mesmerized at his lack of height, for a man.

"So, your friend, Jenny, tells me you want some black dick, Kylie," he confidently exclaimed, as I lead him into my lounge. ‘You're cocky,' I remarked to myself, but he was right, I did.

"A drink, Isaac," I proffered almost nervously, before taking a gulp of mine.

"A drink, sure, but something sweet, like honey," he replied, casting his eyes down to, and then up from, the material covering my pussy.

‘Em, it was like his eyes, burning hot, melted my clothes away as I felt myself get warm and tingly down there. "Can I see it, first?" I half consciously asked; he did, after all, say that's what I wanted.

"Ok, but why don't you unwrap it, yourself," he exclaimed, gesturing with his eyes and hands for me to kneel down in front of him.

Genuflecting on the floor, I somewhat tentatively moved my hands to Isaac's jeans. Having undone his belt, I then did likewise with the buttons of the fly. Peeling back the coarse denim cloth on either side, I first noticed his thick wiry pubic area, and subsequently that he was not wearing any underwear. "Em, how long is it, Isaac, that you don't need to wear pants?" I humbly enquired, as I moved my hands further back on his jeans, to ease them over his tight shapely butt.

"Keep going, babe, you'll soon see," he rejoined. And indeed I did.

"Oh, My, God! It's fucking, ulp, huge!" I eventually exclaimed, having starred at it for a short while. "I don't think. I mean, is that going to fit in me?" I wondered aloud, concerned as to my getting it in my mouth, which is where it hanged, almost fully limp, in front of.

"That's it, take a hold of it, mama," Isaac coaxed, with his young boyish demeanour.

Wrapping, as best I could, both my hands around its girth, I could not help but notice that it was thicker than my upper arm. Raising it slightly, and tilting my head to one side while slowly extending my tongue, I unhurriedly run it around the crown of his warm cock several times, before pressing the tip of my tongue into the slit, which encouraged Isaac to release his lovely pre-cum. "Emn," I part moaned, at its sweet taste, relishing, for later, having him cum in my mouth.

Finally encompassing the puffy head with my almost gaping lips, Isaac went to put his hands on my head, to encourage me. "No. Here, Isaac, hold the base of it for me, that way I can hold onto you and...!" I told him.

Having done as I'd suggested, making his ebony shaft stand out, I ran my tongue down and up it a few times, before taking the plunge, as it were, and covered it with my mouth. Placing my hands on his strong muscular thighs, I slowly bobbed my head up and down on as much as I could, for now, take, all the while using my tongue to tantalise his sceptre as I did.

"Emngh, emngh," I vociferated, every now and then, and soon managed to take more of his black rod into me.

Getting Isaac to hold his big dick almost at a right angle from his groin, I slowly rocked back and forth, and pretty soon I felt the head pop into my throat, where it lodged. Holding it there until the gag reflex had passed, I tentatively moved forwards, my lips presently brushing against his wiry black pubes.

"Humngh," I murmured, realising a sense of accomplishment in myself at getting all of his cock inside me, only to then be taken by surprise when I felt the glans swell, followed by jet upon jet of hot, almost scalding cock lava, which spewed down my throat. "Umngh, umngh," I mumbled, as it did so.

Eventually stopping, I slowly retracted myself from Isaac's firm, yet pliable cock meat. Draining from it every last morsel of his sweet tasting cum.

"Emn, God, Isaac, that was a lot, and very nice with it," I commended him, as I got up from the floor so that he could now get a taste of me.

"My turn, then, Kylie," he immediately replied, extending, as he did, his hand to help me up.

Leading me to my sofa, Isaac sat down and had me stand in front of him. "Em, I bet you taste as sweet as you smell," he exclaimed, as he undid the button, then the zip of my skirt, which he let fall to the ground where it landed in a heap.

Moving himself forward and he me, his face was now a short six inches from my nylon covered pussy, which weeped when Isaac took a long deep breath. Moving his hands to the waist band, he slowly peeled my thong down, causing me to tremble with the expectancy of him revealing my mound of Venus, and what pleasures he will bestow upon it.

"Yesss," I lowly yelped, as I felt his next breath against my skin. Resisting, as he did, the temptation to move him closer with my hands, and smother him with my hot cunt flesh.

Moving my panties over my shapely ass, where they then fell down to join my skirt, Isaac momentarily lifted my right foot out of them and smoothed his hand all the way up my stocking, ‘til he reached the top; whereupon, he did the same to the thigh of my other one.

Leant into me, Isaac took another breath of my quim's aromatic musk, before lightly touching the tip of his hot tongue against my gash, which he then dabbed on it, seeking some intrusion. After that, he slowly glided it up and down the folds of my pussy a few times, which caused me to tremble.

"Let me lay down for you, Isaac, otherwise my knees are likely to buckle with what you're doing to me," I appealed to him.

Moving his hands onto my waist, he motioned me to sit beside him. Then, having released me, he moved his hands to cup and caress my breasts.

"Em, they're nice and firm, Kylie," Isaac commended, before undoing the top buttons of my blouse to expose my milky white tits, which jutted out with the support of my bra.

Placing his right hand inside my open chemise, Isaac warmly fondled my left orb and moved his head, and with it his lips, close to mine; whereupon, I opened my mouth to accept the attention of his tongue; part tasting my sweet pussy on it as he wormed it inside me. As he, we continued, I presently felt Isaac slide his hand into my bra and cup my breast, followed not long after by him pulling my distended nipple, which he presently rolled betwixt his finger and thumb. As he did so, making my pleasure sore, our tongues duelled franticly in my mouth.

"Em, you're quite the horny woman, Kylie. I wonder what Robert would think if he knew," Isaac averred.

"So long as you fuck me good and proper with your lovely black cock, I don't quite care," I rejoined, as he soon managed to ease my bra over my heaving breasts.

"Lay me down, and pleasure me, Isaac, please," I somewhat pleaded with him.

Now stood up, he lifted my legs onto the sofa. Then, perched on the edge and towards me, he undid the rest of my blouse and drew each side off me, leaving my near naked body exposed to his attention.

Moving over me, he kissed first my nose, lips and chin, then moved slowly down my body, using his tongue and lips on my nipples, the anticipation of where he would finally arrive, my sweet honey pot, building up a feeling inside me, the like I've never felt before, and one that only he can, and will soon release.

"Emn, yes, Isaac, more, please," I impelled him, as he released my swollen left nipple from his lips, and then snaked his tongue toward my navel, which he twirled it around, and without causing an otherwise tickle.

Easing my legs apart to welcome him between them, Isaac drew back the tiny flesh around my pleasure button and lovingly ran his tongue tip around it. "Oh, emngh, God, yes, like that," I emboldened him, as I felt my climax surge through me. Then, moments later and without warning, I climaxed, and hard with it, catching Isaac's chin with my strained outpouring.

Still continuing, Isaac extended his hands to my breasts and, having located them, he kneaded their warm flesh; my body even more aglow as my orgasm now subsided.

"Oh God, more, make me cum again for you, Isaac," I wantonly appealed to him, as he eat my ‘honeyed' cunt. To facilitate matters, I then drew my legs up so that he could really get at me.

Leaving off my clit for the moment, he slid his tongue down and up my gash, no doubt savouring the taste of my sex as he did so, before eventually moving onto my perineum, and then my bum hole. ‘Em, good job I paid attention to that earlier. Just so long as he's not hoping to feed it his cock,' I remarked to myself. Talking of which... "Please, Isaac, give me your cock, I want to feel it inside me filling me up," I implored.

Soon sat up, Isaac moved closer. "Here, you better hold yourself open," he directed me, and moved his hands to keep my legs apart.

Looking up at him, I motioned my hands below me and open my fuck flesh, pulling, as such, on my labia to expose my cunt for him. "Put it in me, fuck me deep and slow, then hard, please," I told him, still looking into his sexually intense dark brown eyes.

Managing to somehow get the head of his rampant cock meat inside me, Isaac slowly worked it forward and back, going deeper with it each time until I felt the balls of his scrotum nudge against my buttocks.

"Oh God, that's fucking unbelievably lovely," I extolled, as it pulsed against my vulva, the sensation of which, in itself, soon sparked another climax deep inside me. Remaining still until I had finished cumming, thereby adding lubrication to me, Isaac once again began to move back and forth, but now with long deep strokes.

"Oh God, yes, like that, like that, Isaac," I emboldened him, as he fucked his long black dick into me with some alacrity.

"Fuck me, fuck my tight fucking pussy with your long thick black cock," I cried out. ‘Fuck, Jenny wasn't wrong,' I remarked to myself, as Isaac now pounded my juicy wet pussy, his groin slapping against my wet mound with each telling inward stroke.

"Emn, turn me over and fuck me with it, please," I presently told him, after he had made me cum again.

Moving off me and releasing my thighs, Isaac stood up and then helped me up also. Although I was not quite sure what he had in mind, I nonetheless went along with it; knowing that, whatever it was, I would be getting what I wanted.

Getting me to kneel down, my feet hanging over the edge and my hands on top of the backrest, he stood inbetween them and offered me his cock, which glistened from my secretions, to lick and suck on.

"Emngh, emngh," I murmured, as I somewhat gorged myself on it, this time avoiding taking it down my throat.

Soon withdrawing it from my grip, I followed his now naked black body as he stepped down from the sofa and moved behind me. Placing a hand on the small of my back, Isaac directed me lower, thereby making my upper body arch and my tits jut out even more.

"Fuck me, Isaac. Stick your lovely black cock in my cunt and fuck me," I told him huskily.

Knelt behind me, I soon felt the bulbous head of his black sceptre, nudge against my gash and then slide up it, followed by his right hand reaching around and underneath me. Somewhat motioning his open cupped hand to his black shaft, Isaac managed to maintain its closeness to me as he slid it back and forth; almost teasing me with it, until...!

No sooner had he entered me than I came. Isaac then thrust his black dick forwards and triggered, as he did so, a secondary climax.

"Fuck, yes! More," I cried out, and then rocked back on it.

Moving his right hand up and his other around me, Isaac covered my breasts and again caressed them. Leaning closer, he moulded his upper body against mine and fucked me hard, deep and true, causing me to whimper with each pulsating thrust, and not letting up until he's made me cum again.

Holding me close afterwards, he lowly whispered in my ear: "How does your ass feel up to the same, Kylie?"

Considering my early thoughts on the matter, I now went almost rigid; not objecting, but, nonetheless, not consenting, either. Pulling back from me, Isaac then moved his hands to my buttocks and splayed them. ‘Oh fuck, just don't hurt,' I thought to myself. Sure, I'd had a cock in my ass before, but none as big as the one Isaac was sporting, that's most definitely for sure.

"Oh, emn," I wavered and trembled, as I felt the crown push against my tight little opening. "Oh Christ! God, that's fucking huge," I exclaimed, as he slowly sunk it into me. "Go careful, Isaac, I'm not used to one that size," I told him, as more of it opened me up. "God, you're going to split me in two," I said, as I felt a short sharp twinge of pain, and moved my hands behind me to help spread myself further for him - it.

Eventually, I managed to take the lot; Isaac's long thick black rod buried deep inside my lovely tight asshole. Remaining still for me, I slowly worked myself back and forth on it, a couple of inches at a time, and soon it moved more freely. "Oh God, that's fucking lovely, your cock deep in my tight ass," I commended.

Once he had made me cum with it in my butt, I averred: "If it's alright with you, I'd like to get over, on top of you, and ride my ass up and down your lovely long black cock, Isaac."

Taking himself from me, I immediately sensed the warmth of his body leave me, followed, thereafter, by his thick truncheon like cock. Getting up so that Isaac could lay on my sofa and be comfortable, I noticed, having part turned around, that he was sprawled out on my thick carpet, waiting for me.

"Are you sure that's comfortable enough, Isaac?" I concernedly asked. "How about a cushion for your head?" I proffered, quickly grabbing one from the sofa and motioning it towards him. Accepting my offer, he lifted himself slightly and I slipped it into place before standing over him, ready to receive his love missile deep inside my butt.

Still with my shoes on, though I don't know why, I went to undo the right one, only for Isaac to reach out his hand to stop me.

"Leave it on," he said, and with a learned expression that suggested he knew best.

Taking it that he meant both, I started to lower myself towards his upturned erect pole. Then, with the help of his other hand, mine holding myself open, Isaac steadied me from overbalancing, and I soon felt the crown of his sceptre nudge against my opening. Sensing it pop inside, he then moved his other hand, both to steady me and guide me down on it.

"Oh God, it feels even bigger like this," I exclaimed, taking a bit more at a time, until I came to rest on Isaac's crotch and ‘big' balls, no doubt full of all the lovely hot juicy cum he had just for me.

"I hope, like this, you don't think I'm taking advantage of you, Isaac," I assured him. "Your cock's so absolutely lovely," I extolled, as I undulated myself on it, barley moving up off the magnificent cock buried inside me.

Placing his hands under my blushing breasts, I was not that hot, Isaac said: "Rest your hands on me," indicating just below his chest area, "and now move up and down as you like," he concluded.

‘Oh, emn, wow,' like this, it was quite invigorating. Straight up and straight down on it I moved. ‘God, this is some exceptional fucking, I can tell you, and his cock felt alright with it,' I noticed, and started to ride Isaac with more haste.

"God, yes, fuck me! God, this is lovely, Isaac, your cocks lovely, too," I added, as I felt, in my oversexed state, another climax stir and soon engulf me.

Maintaining my hands on his chest, I somehow managed to move off my feet and onto my knees, either side of him, all the while deeply panting: "Huh, huh, huh."

"I want you to cum for me, Isaac," I presently exclaimed. "I've already tasted you, so...!" leaving him to choose between my pussy or butt.

"You want a bit of the ol' double dip, then?" he proffered.

Not quite understanding what he meant, and since he had been a perfect gentleman lover, I nodded my agreement. To my surprise, Isaac lifted me up so that his cock monster left my backside and then slipped it back into my pussy. Well, I did give him that option.

"There you go, Kylie," he pronounced, indicating that's what he meant; dipping his sceptre from my ass to my pussy. Having placed his hands on my firm curvaceous butt, Isaac rode me up and down his pulsatingly big long black cock, while I kneaded my breasts and pulled on my hard nipples.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Isaac," I screamed, as he threw me up and slamed me back down on his mighty weapon, making me climax a few more times before we both came together, flooding my well ploughed cunt with our combined warm sticky juices.

After that, and to show him my overwhelming gratitude, I licked our cum off his near hard cock and sucked it dry; or there abouts.

"Emn, that was truly wonderful, amazing. You sure are one hell of a fuck, Isaac. Sorry if I'm coming across as having used you for sex, but -"

"Nahh, that's ok, mama. I love giving women like Jenny and you the pleasure you can't get from your men," he assured me.

"Is this a one time thing, or can we do it again sometime?" I asked.

"I'll see," he replied, suggesting he had other women who needed his ‘special' kind of loving.

As we got dressed, I indulged in small talk. Then, seeing him out the door, I softly remarked: "Until then," indicating next time, and planted a soft kiss for him to remember me by on the side of his cheek, and watched as he departed down the path.