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Chapter 6- Hiking with Yaya
I woke up the next morning with Bernice’s head resting in the crook of my shoulder and bicep. She was facing me, pressing a soft pliable breast into my side while the other laid halfway across my chest, an arm thrown across my ribs, and one leg running parallel with mine while the other was thrown across my thighs.
Trying to take my mind off of my severe need to pee, I shifted my arm, running it down her back and wrapped my fingers around her waist. Using my other hand, I started caressing her voluminous breast on my chest. Her skin was so soft… and hairless. Against my taupe-brown skin hers was almost ebony. As I ran my fingers down to an areola that matched the rest of her skin in color so closely that the only clue that I had of transitioning from skin, to areola, to nipple was the difference in texture. I switched back and forth in my caressing from tracing delicate circles around her areola to twisting her nipple and pulling on it and watched in fascination as her areola tightened up until her nipple was almost an inch long and nearly as thick as my thumb.
Bernice moaned, her wide bountifully plump mouth curling into a smile as she shifted her leg, laying it across my legs and started grinding her pussy into my thigh. I admired the soft curves of her lips and cheeks, the hard angles of her brow and cheekbones, the soft sweeping curves of her small nose, and the strong angles of her jawline. She was a truly stunning woman. And yet, part of me felt numb. That isn’t to say that I didn’t feel honored to have such a beautiful woman lying in bed with me, and what we did last night was phenomenal. However, as I looked down at Bernice sleeping in bed with me, it felt like my heart was disconnected. I liked her for sure, but I wasn’t in love with her. That place in my heart was reserved for the woman in the next room.
Heartbroken over Rosalina, now for some unknown reason I was feeling overwhelming guilt. For fucking the everloving shit out of Bernice. For getting caught by Rosa. For brushing her off and acting like I didn’t care one way or the other. For acting like I could just get another girl with the snap of my finger. For actually having gotten a girl without even a snap of my finger. For sleeping with Bernice after sex, like we are an actual couple.
But why?!
Why do I feel so damn guilty?!
Bernice let out another little moan, and then she shifted her hand down my body and grabbed my dick. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, and started slowly massaging life into it as she pumped her hand up and down its length. It didn’t take long for it to come to life!
Swelling up in her hand and stiffening into a long rigid hilt, her eyelids fluttered open and deep pools of onyx stared at me as she rolled on top and brought her knees up the sides of my body. Straddling me, she lifted her pussy and chest up enough to guide my dick to her vagina. She looked down like she could see what she was doing, but her massive breasts hung down, fat and pendulous, blocking any view between her cleavage. I felt her slide over my dick, sheathing me inside her. With a possessive, condescending smirk she lowered herself down my length until I could feel my dick stretching and probing her upper reaches. She was so hot inside, and yet, so cool.
Instead of sitting back and rocking her hips like she was riding in a saddle, she leaned forward and loomed over me as her breasts hung down and slapped my chest. As she slid up my dick to its crown, her breasts swung up and buried my face in her soft ebony flesh. As she plunged back down my dick, all the way to the base, her wondrous breasts left me desperate and wanting more as long thick nipples tightened and drug across my chest. Smacking my lips, I grabbed two greedy handfuls and wrapped fingers around their generous curves, allowing only her thick nipples to peek through the spaces between my knuckles before I began squeezing and pinching.
It wasn’t subtle. I wasn’t gentle. There was nothing romantic in the way I manhandled her breasts. I was rough, and impatient, and nearly beastial in my ardor, and yet, Bernice moaned as she bit her bottom lip and smiled as a fire lit in her eyes. It was fervent and hungry. As I twerked her nipples, her pace increased until she was closing her eyes and parting her lips. Her breathing was long rhythmic inhalations that became shuddering, ragged, moanful exhales. As her orgasm peaked, her eyes flew open, her smooth forehead furrowing as her eyebrows drew down and she wrinkled her nose. Her nostrils were flaring, her mouth, slightly parted, opened in an orgasmic-O, and then she slammed her pussy down my shaft and ground her clitoris into my pubic bone. She tilted her hips forward as she laid down my chest, smashing her breasts into me as she used her own pelvis to bend my dick into nearly a U-shape as she ground out her pleasure while my dick head rubbed the back of her vagina!
She shuddered in my arms as she came, and then peaked again and wailed Ankara escort in delight as her undulating vagina threw me into my orgasm. Fire and ice seemed to consume my balls, and then it was all rushing through my groin and blasting into Bernice. Pump after ragged pump, my hips shuddered and bucked as I pressed deeper and deeper inside her, and then as quickly as if it was upon me it was over. My body felt weak, my energy drained. On the other hand, Bernice seemed to have taken all of my energy. She sat up with dark brown eyes bright and gleaming before leaning in and kissing me. It was a long lover’s kiss. Full of passion, sexual tension, and ownership, but strangely or maybe not so strangely, it didn’t feel particularly loving. Then I got it, I was a toy. A favorite toy, and I was hers. That was the feeling I got from her.
When she pulled back and sat up she said, “Despite what I said to your… ex… whatever she is, I’m not looking for a relationship either. I just wanted to fuck a brother, teach you what real brown sugar tastes like. Give you a real taste of a sister’s rich flavor before you get all caught up in the taste of all that vanilla and white sugar. Sure it may be sweet, but nothing else. No real flavor. No richness. No personality.”
She rolled off of me after her explanation and pulled her clothes from under the bed. It was a long football jersey with side slits cut into the bottom to accent her hips and thighs, and fell just low enough to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks as long as she didn’t bend over. Once her head popped out of the top of the shirt and she had it settled how she wanted it she looked down at me and continued, “I’ll be around… obviously. I expect the other girls will want to fuck you too. I have no doubt that you want to fuck them as well, and will. Just remember the “Real” flavor of my dark chocolate, and if you want more just come to my room. I will never say no, and I expect the same when I come to you.”
With that she turned and left.
—-(!)—-
Rosa didn’t show up for breakfast so it was left up to me to prepare it for myself and eight girls. I was constantly surprised by who ate like they were starving, and who ate almost nothing. Joslyn was the first. She walked in wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, her large j-cup, watermelon sized breasts stretching pink lettering announcing, “Sex is best with family”.
I blinked as I read, but my eyebrows tried to climb to my hair line.
“Good morning Mister Stud,” She laughed as she came in. When I didn’t respond she looked down and gasped and brought up her hands to cover her breasts, “I’m sorry! I’m used to walking around in nothing but a t-shirt at home!”
She apologized, but she didn’t run off. The rest of her t-shirt disguised how small her short waist was as the bottom was stretched even tighter than the top around her wide, thick hips and an incredibly round, juicy, fat ass. The shirt fell low enough to keep her pussy from view, with the aid of a hand that quickly left her breast and kept the bottom pulled down, but no matter how she pulled there just wasn’t enough material to cover the bottom half of her banquet worthy derrière.
Coming around the bar she grabbed a plate in her only free hand. Now there were no hands at all covering thick nipples stiff with arousal from poking through her t-shirt. She smiled and blushed as she proffered her plate for me to fill with eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a biscuit, but her green eyed gaze never faltered as I ogled her approvingly before dishing out her food. When her plate was full, she released the bottom of her shirt so that she could take a cup that was on the counter and fill it with orange juice before walking over to sit at the table. Sure enough, without a hand to keep the t-shirt down it quickly rode up to her waist baring her full ass before she sat down.
She wasn’t wearing panties!
Yasmin was next. She came down for breakfast in very short jogging shorts with slits up the sides all the way to the waistband exposing a generous view of her hips, bountiful ass cheeks, and all of her long sleek chestnut thighs. She wore a sports bra, and still had her running shoes on. She still glistened with perspiration. She gave me a thankful smile as she piled on the food before leaving to sit beside Joslyn. She only paused when she saw how little Joslyn was wearing, and then turned back to give me a curious glance before she shrugged and sat.
Ahma Hirano came into the kitchen in a white rabbit onesie with a pink rabbit’s tail that bobbed in the back and a hoodie with long rabbit ears. She smiled when I told her, “I like your onesie,” Then she bunny hopped to the table, shook her tail, and sat down opposite of Yasmin.
Gabriella and Sonya walked in together, identical twins with their hair a mess while holding fists to their mouths to cover yawns. Each of them wore identical teddy lingerie with lacy g-string panties that hid very little. Joslyn smirked but said nothing. Ankara escort bayan Used to her cousin/sisters’ ways, Yasmin didn’t even notice. Ahma coughed, nearly choking on her eggs as she stared goggle-eyed at the two girls. Gabby and Sonya pretended to not notice, but as I watched them cross the kitchen both put more sway into their walk and smirked with satisfaction.
I made their plates as they purred, “Thank you.”
Casting back glances to see if I was watching, they giggled as they sashayed to the table. I snorted, of course I was watching them. They had perfect asses. Thick and round cheeked. Small waists swept out to hip flares and then out again with defined hip dips. Their asses were perfect upside down hearts. Every woman in the house was stunningly beautiful, and yet, Gabby and Sonya seemed to make them all seem only pretty by comparison. Everyone except Yasmin, and Rosa. Yasmin’s ass was even finer than theirs though mostly because there was just more of it. Where Gabby and Sonya’s hips and ass measurement was thirty-four inches, Yasmin’s was forty-four. Not that she was fat in the least. Yasmin was a Diana or Artemis, athletic and strong and beautiful while Gabby and Sonya were Venus and Aphrodite. Women whose bodies were built for loving and being loved, nothing more, and they liked it that way. Besides why do something physically strenuous when all they needed to do was bat their lashes and jiggle just a little and a boy would do it for them.
I sighed in resignation and a little disappointment when they sat down. Even though I knew them as well as I did, I was as much a schmuck for their wiles as any other guy. Maybe even more so.
Maeve came down next in classic pink pajamas with white polka dots. Bernice came in still wearing her jersey. Danielle was last, appearing in bra and thong panties with a Kindle in one hand, reading as she absently walked around the kitchen. She spared a glance to pick up her plate and then held it out without so much as a glance up to see what I was putting on it. When I was done loading her plate she turned and walked to the table. Since she didn’t have a hand for a glass of orange juice, and seemed to have not thought of it, I poured a glass and brought it over to her.
There were still two more chairs. Rosa never appeared, and so I made up a tray with breakfast and carried it up to her door. There was no reply when I knocked.
Clearing my throat I raised my voice to what I thought she should be able to hear and said, “I brought up breakfast. I’m leaving it just outside the door!”
When I returned Bernice gave me a considering glance while Danielle’s eyes only looked up at me in the briefest glance before returning to her reading. Joslyn seemed… empathetic. I walked over, made my own breakfast, and sat at the end of the table beside Ahma and Yasmin.
Looking around the table as I mixed my eggs in with my hash browns I asked, “To help everyone meet each other and get to know our neighbors, would anyone like to introduce themselves and maybe tell us all one thing about yourself?”
Seconds passed to only the sounds of eating. The slurping of orange juice, the scrape of forks against plates, and the crunch of bacon between the teeth. No one volunteered, so I started, “Everyone met me yesterday, but I will reintroduce myself. My name is Harper Galdren. I’m eighteen. I’ve been hired by the Rose House to be the on site handyman, and I am going to college too.”
Everyone was paying attention now, even Danielle who had put down her Kindle and was looking at me with interest. What that was, I had no idea.
“Hi,” Sonya said with a charming smile, “My name is Sonya Gorden. My sister and I both graduated early, and when we heard that Harper was going to CWU we decided to come over here from Seattle with him. My college focus is early childhood education.”
“Wait wait wait!” Joslyn chuckled, “So you’re telling us that you came all the way over here for a guy?”
“Not just any guy,” Bernice laughed as she pointed at me, “She came all this way for him!”
“That’s right,” Gabriella said as she nodded as she pointed from herself to Sonya, “We decided a long time ago, he’s either going to marry me or her, no other.”
“Well, I guess there is no fault in wanting to guard your interest,” Maeve said as she considered the twins.
Ahma had stopped eating and was openly staring. Joslyn’s eyes were wide open in intense fascination and was nearly panting as she asked, “Are you… Do you mean… Are you two planning on sharing him?”
“Ohh,” Seemed a hiss that slowly circled the table and I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide!
All eyes were on Sonya and Gabby, or me now. Ahma was alert and strangely interested. Joslyn openly hungry for… was it the taboo of possible incest? Or, was it a harem lifestyle? Bernice sat back and smirked, but her eyes seemed to be appraising, or maybe judgment. Not that I would know what either were until later I imagined. Escort Ankara Yasmin kept her eyes low and didn’t look at me. She was the only one not looking at me or the twins.
Maeve and Danielle thought the whole thing romantic, Maeve chuckled, “I just can’t believe you chased a guy halfway across the state!”
While Danielle asked, “Yeah, how is it that you know each other?”
Bernice sat forward, watching intently. Listening. Everyone seemed to be leaning in. Gabriella and Sonya for the first time, realizing that they may have said too much, looked at each other. It was Yasmin that came to their rescue, “Our families… know each other. We all grew up together.”
“Oh,” Everyone mumbled, the answer anticlimactic in comparison to Gabby and Sonya’s declaration of intent toward me.
“That seems dull,” Joslyn mumbled half to herself, “I was sure we were going to get some major teasers of incest!”
“Harem,” Ahma agreed with a nod.
“What is up with you and your fascination with incest and harems?” Maeve asked, half laughing at the ridiculousness, half scandalized, but full of scorn.
“Well,” Joslyn answered, “I suppose the social dynamics intrigue me, I guess, the psychopathy of such amoral behavior is fascinating.”
“You just wish your daddy molested you as a child,” Danielle berated, her outrage and scorn palpable, “Or, is it an uncle, cousin, or brother?”
“Be nice!” Joslyn retorted, her tone flat and firm, her smile gone, her eyes flashing green emeralds behind cat’s eye glasses, “Whatever my proclivities may be, they are none of your business, nor subject to your judgment. Besides, aren’t we all ribbing Gabby and Sonya just a little over their overt claims on the only cock in the hem house!”
“Well,” Bernice grinned mischievously, “This seems like the greatest game of catch I’ve ever come across. Let the games begin!”
—-(!)—-
The conversation was lively for the rest of breakfast. Everyone was laughing as they went to their rooms to dress for orientation. Angry with me or not, I noticed that the plate of food was not in front of Rosa’s door when I walked by. There was a momentary quiet as everyone dressed, and then talking and footfalls on wooden floors as everyone left the house.
Orientation was, well, orientation. I was glad to receive my class schedule, and, so it seemed, Gabby, Sonya, and Yasmin did too since they accompanied me. We walked the campus, met our professors, and then walked back to the Rose House. When we walked in the front door Rosa was just leaving the living room headed towards the kitchen. I watched her go and caught her glancing over her shoulder, her mouth and eyebrows furrowed and frowning but with eyes shiny with unshed tears.
Gabby and Sonya glanced at her, but walked on past, headed to their rooms. Yasmin took my hand tentatively and pulled back to slow my pace to match hers.
“Will you go hiking with me?” She asked, “I don’t know the area and I don’t want to go hiking alone until I feel a little more secure about my surroundings, but I want to get as many hikes in before the weather starts turning nasty.”
I was a huge fan of hiking, or walks, just for the sake of it. If I want a workout then I work, or I play, but I very rarely simply “worked out”. Still, I could understand Yaya’s trepidation. Reluctantly I nodded, “Sure. I completely understand. You ‘Map Search’ the park and I will drive.”
Her smile was… unbelievably alluring while maintaining a virginal innocence. Returning a grin I watched her trot ahead to change into one of her “workout” outfits while I simply went and found my hiking boots.
When I came back down stairs Rosa was on her way to her room. She stared at me silently. When I sat down on the back door bench to pull my boots on she slipped past without a word and marched up stairs. I say marched because I was pretty sure she was stomping her feet down with more than needed force to climb those stairs. Looking up, I watched her behind sway back and forth sensually as she ascended the stairs.
My heart ached and my stomach felt like it was tied in knots.
As I finished my laces Yaya appeared beside me. She wore hiking boots with footies, then it was seemingly miles of long, thick, curvy legs softened by a thin layer of skin and fat over rock hard muscles. Her skin was a dark chestnut brown with golden undertones. Thick thighs met even thicker hips and large round buttocks that stretched tight, black, spandex boy-shorts to the point of near transparency. Silhouetted beneath the spanks she wore black cotton thongs. Above that she wore a white tank-top with a pink sports bra. She had her watch on that kept track of her steps, a bicep band that held her phone, earbuds in her ears, and a hair band pulling her hair back in a high ponytail.
She smiled triumphantly until I asked, “What’s up?”
Her smile settled into a satisfied smirk as she purred, “I found the perfect trail! Manastash Ridge! It’ll be a blast!”
An hour into the hike I was hating myself, hating Manastash Ridge, and hating Yasmin! I was nowhere near as in shape as I thought I was. She never said a thing. She just smiled, happy as a clam to have me hiking with her. My smile was a bit… toothy, but I managed to keep from grimacing. My legs were on fire!
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