While Liza, Alina, and Sonya were finishing setting the table and laying out extra place settings, Nastya and Ira took the men over to the guesthouse and showed them where they could spend the night. The Africans carried over their few belongings — changes of clothes and a couple of bags with some stuff they for some reason didn’t want to leave in the car — and complained that they’d have to stay in the same clothes they arrived in. Nastya joked that their gorgeous bodies would make a perfect complement to the girls’ dresses, Ira coyly kept up the flirting and suggested seating the handsome guests in alternating seats with the girls so each beauty would have a gentleman beside her. Nastya managed to explain the idea to Lamar in English, and he nodded with a shrug.
“Your house — your rules!”
“U hoere is ons piel,” Prince echoed in a voice only the guys could hear. Your whores, our cocks. The men laughed, clapping each other on the back in approval.
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Alina asked her best friend as she pulled a pizza from the oven, while Liza set the bottles of wine and drinks on the table.
“Why not?” Liza replied. “You know, I haven’t had fun in the company of men in so long that I’m honestly glad Vitya left. Thank your husband, by the way — he probably wouldn’t have gone if it weren’t for Viktor.”
“That’s for sure. Those two are inseparable; they’d rather stare at the water than do one extra dance with their wives…”
“Tell me about it!” her friend backed Alina up. “And if only it were just the dancing!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… you get it.”
“Do I?”
“I told you Vityusha and I are trying to have a baby,” Liza set a bottle down on the table harder than it deserved. Plates and glasses rattled.
“You did,” Alina nodded. “And how’s that going?”
“Not at all!” Liza grated out. “Sorry for the details, but how am I supposed to get pregnant if my husband prefers hikes and his buddies to sex with his own wife? And when we do get to it, he lasts five minutes. I don’t even have time to get aroused. I’m sick of him finishing the moment I take his cock in my mouth. Every time I feel like my husband’s setting a new speed record.”
Alina laughed.
“I think Kirill could give him a run for his money.”
“Really?” Liza was surprised. “I thought you two didn’t have that problem.”
“I wish we didn’t…” Alina sighed. “The sex isn’t bad, but lately he’s been going off earlier than he should. And all the constant ‘I’m tired,’ ‘I have to get up early tomorrow’… If he didn’t spend so much time at the computer, he wouldn’t be so tired!”
“Oh, girl, I can feel you need to spend some time among real men too!”
The girls laughed.
“Just spend time,” Alina clarified. “I’m not as open as our bold Nastya.”
“That’s true,” Liza confirmed. “She seems ready to sleep with all of them at once, and that’s despite the fact that her last boyfriend was the closest thing to an alpha male. Remember Anton?”
“Do I ever! A hunk. It’s a shame they didn’t work out.”
“We’ll see, maybe they’ll get back together,” Liza said, straightening the napkins at the edge of the table.
“I think tonight Nastya’s going to find herself a new alpha male,” Alina giggled.
“Maybe several,” Liza winked. “We, as always, will be overlooked.”
“Judging by how they’re devouring you with their eyes, Nastya isn’t the only one who’s going to get lucky tonight,” came Sonya’s voice as she returned from the cellar with a few more bottles of alcohol.
Alina and Liza exchanged a look and flushed scarlet.
Just then, Ira poked her head through the kitchen door — she, Nastya, and the Africans had come back into the house.
“Well, cooks? Is everything ready?”
A few minutes later, everyone sat down at the table. As Ira had suggested, the men and the girls alternated seats. At the head sat Nastya, as the guest of honor. To her right was Lamar, to her left, Prince. Liza, an old acquaintance of his, sat next to Lamar; to her right, the very muscular Jared. Then Alina, then Tyrell — tall as a basketball player, built like an Apollo — then Ira. Simon took the seat between her and her sister, the shortest of the guys. On Sonya’s other side sat Prince, casting the girl strange, predatory looks. Though in truth he seemed to be looking not so much at Sonya as at her long legs, hidden under the table and adorned with dark stockings.
It felt like the Africans hadn’t picked their seats at random: each of them seemed to have chosen a seatmate for himself and was taking pleasure in studying the curves of her body, with their outfits accentuating rather than hiding them. Perhaps only Prince, though he sat by both Nastya and Sonya, was shamelessly eyeing all the ladies at once.
The toasts began. First, naturally, to the meeting; then to the birthday girl, to her home, her parents, the wonderful food, and the girls who had prepared it. After nearly all the salads had been eaten, four bottles of wine drunk, and the plates of pizza and pies half emptied, the guys decided to move on to stronger drinks. African rum appeared on the table, expensive whiskey, and a few more bottles of alcoholic drinks in the boldest, strangest colors the girls had ever seen. A few bottles of wine remained, but Liza, Nastya, and Ira expressed their wish to try what the men had brought. At least a sip. Alina did not miss the quick glance Prince and Lamar exchanged while pouring the electric-blue drink into shot glasses, but she didn’t attach any special significance to it.
More toasts went around, now more specific. First to beautiful women, then to the beauties present at the table. Prince raised a glass to the attractive figures of their neighbors, mixing up English and Russian and ending up saying something incomprehensible. Everyone laughed anyway; the atmosphere was growing more friendly and uninhibited. Liza, Nastya, and Alina were already all set to dance and were gradually moving over to the dance floor. The guys turned out to be very able dancers too — they moved really well, and their muscular black bodies looked hot in the half-darkness that, at Anastasia’s signal, fell over the room. Someone turned on the disco ball, and multicolored circles began to skip across the room.
Only Sonya didn’t dance, but she wasn’t bored either — Simon sat beside her and kept trying to persuade the beauty to try the colorful drink from his shot glass — Sonya was the only one who’d had only wine so far. Prince, by the way, was also next to the girl on her other side, but whereas Simon entertained the beauty with conversation, making her blush and giggle every minute as she covered her plump little mouth with her hand, the fat man simply looked her over, as if picturing in his mind in what positions and for how long he would be fucking her.
No one noticed, though — the dancing girls were at the center of the guys’ attention, and each beauty had by her side the guy who’d sat next to her at the table, confirming the theory that the Africans had already divvied up their “hoere.”
For example, Lamar was dancing with the star of the evening, Nastya — and what else could you call her, for she moved with extreme eroticism — and his hands had already roamed her body more than once, so that she had to bat them away with a smile. Nearby, in her provocative dress, Liza was shaking her butt; she had caught the eye of the tall Jared, whose muscle definition was only highlighted by his tight-fitting tank. He was more restrained than his “boss,” yet a couple of times he ran his hand along the waist or neck of the red-haired married girl. Alina and Ira ended up next to the giant Tyrell. The girls hugged each other several times, and neither understood what was causing such a hot surge of desire inside them. Alina caught herself thinking that if her husband were here, she would definitely lock herself with him in the bathroom. But even Ira looked devilishly attractive to Alina right now, especially in that white, body-hugging dress. And the Black man was a true god in the flesh — Alina, lips parted, stared at his magnificent body and felt a stab of jealousy whenever, instead of her, his black hands caressed Ira’s body.
“God, he’s got something gigantic in his pants!” Nastya shouted into Liza’s and Alina’s ears as she pushed over to them. Her cheeks were flushed, she was sweaty, and the girls couldn’t help noticing she smelled of alcohol.
“Maybe he forgot a bottle in his pocket?” Alina giggled.
She felt Tyrell, dancing beside her, take too many liberties again — his huge palm, assertive yet gentle, slid from her back down to her buttocks. The blonde smiled at the handsome man and, with a sharp but not very firm motion, moved his hand back up. Taking the hint, Tyrell immediately showed more interest in Ira, who was clearly ready to be touched in places forbidden by the “getroud slet,” as the Africans called Alina.
“I think the movies didn’t lie about what Africans have hidden in their pants,” Nastya went on, sharing her “discovery.”
“Oh, stop it,” Liza waved a hand and leaned back a little — she clearly liked how Jared held her tight — roughly and abruptly, nothing like the way her husband handled her. Liza wished there were more dominance in Viktor. She was tired of being the head of their little family…
Pressing her plump butt against the man’s groin, Liza suddenly laughed and, turning to Nastya and Alina — who were watching her with equal parts envy and surprise — shouted:
“Nastya, maybe you’re right!”
Nastya and Alina laughed back.
Dancing in dresses might have been nice to look at, but it wasn’t very comfortable. Soon a breathless, flushed Liza, tossing her luxurious hair off her forehead, suggested the girls go change. Judging by her behavior, Nastya was ready to take Lamar along for that, who even now had his arms around the beauty’s hips. Alina couldn’t help noticing how openly Nastya was rubbing her hips against his groin.
“I wonder if she really feels something enormous down there?!” Alina thought to herself, a little surprised at the lewdness of her own thoughts. Liza, however, was more sober and aware of both her own actions and her friend’s, and so she took Nastya by the arm and led her upstairs. Ira, Sonya, and Alina followed them. They came back down five minutes later in more comfortable clothes, though they certainly weren’t any less attractive to the men.
Anastasia came down first. She had changed out of her tight dress and even taken off her stockings. Now, though, her outfit fit the guys’ vibe better — like the Black guys, she was dressed in sporty clothes. Her lower half was hugged by tight black leggings, in which her long legs looked simply stunning. The pants also nicely accentuated her little butt, which instantly became the focus of attention for every man in the room.
On top, instead of the expected T-shirt, the girl wore a very tight cropped top that looked downright gorgeous on her sizable chest. It cinched Anastasia’s curves so snugly that, if you looked closely, you could see her nipples showing through — and that was before she was even excited! Most important of all, it seemed there was no bra under the top, which in itself worked on the men like a red flag to a bull. The Africans immediately showered the dark-haired beauty with compliments of every lewd kind. With her imperfect command of their language, the one Anastasia understood best was:: Dit is boobs! (Those are some boobs!).
Elizabeth came down nex. The red-haired beauty was also in tight leggings, but in gray. Her curvy backside looked rather provocative in them, but the guys were clearly pleased — Africans’ love of “big butts” was common knowledge, and if the beauty wanted to draw their attention, she’d succeeded. She gathered her hair into a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way and to open up her lovely face — the girl had washed off her evening makeup (unlike Nastya) and only lightly brushed her face with cosmetics, highlighting her lips, cheeks, and big expressive eyes.
Her upper body was also covered by a top, but with a noticeably higher neckline, and a bra in an indeterminate color showed faintly underneath. Despite the more modest look, the guys could hardly be disappointed by what they saw — the sporty outfit did a perfect job of showing off the young woman’s luscious figure; yet what attracted the Africans most wasn’t even that, but the wedding ring on her ring finger — like Alina, Liza was married, and that worked like a trigger on the Black guys. Someone whispered, “Nog ’n getroude slet!” (Another married slut!), but the final exclamation Liza heard and understood was “Ek wil haar aan die hare neem en haar op haar knieë laat sak!” (I want to take her by the hair and force her to her knees!).
Alina had a hard time getting out of her dress and lingered upstairs a bit, washing off her evening makeup, so she had to choose something to wear very quickly — by then all the other girls had already changed. She went with dark-blue leggings — leggings were the most comfortable option for the girls, letting them move without constraint and yet not look too revealing. But if Nastya’s butt wasn’t quite toned enough and Liza’s was a bit too full, Alina’s backside was perfect. The curve of her hips, the toned butt — men went crazy even when she simply put on jeans and they saw her from behind. In leggings, her ass was downright magnificent — Alina knew it and loved wearing them to the gym after yet another unsuccessful night with her husband. The blonde loved feeling men’s eyes on her little butt, and she felt them again now. She liked the attention so much that the nipples on her small breasts swelled slightly, reminding the beauty that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Not because she wanted to draw attention to her chest — she was small-busted. It was simply more comfortable. The Black men didn’t know that and judged the outfit in their own way. In the room someone said, “Ek sal hierdie getroude esel naai!” (I’ll fuck this married ass!) — but Alina didn’t know the language and didn’t understand the meaning of the phrase.
While the girls were changing, the guys clearly hadn’t wasted time. They pushed the tables aside, leaving only a small one with alcohol and glasses. The girls noticed that drinks had already been poured for everyone — even for young Sonya. Liza thought for a moment about hinting to the men that the girl didn’t drink hard liquor, but at that moment Ira’s cheerful voice rang out:
“Well then, Sonechka, looks like you’ll have to drink a little too!”
The sisters came down last. Their appearance also made an impression on the dark-skinned males. That’s exactly how the guys reacted — like predators catching the scent of a needy little breeding slut in heat. And there was good reason.
Ira didn’t go for her friends’ sporty look and put on a very light little summer dress with flowers that would have been shameful even on a beach. A bra was out of the question — her round, medium-sized breasts almost spilled out of the neckline with every movement of the beauty. Sonya appeared in a bright-green long-sleeved crop top, tightly hugging her small chest, and a very tight black skirt above the knee, clearly several sizes too small. She also didn’t bother to swap her makeup for something simpler and looked extremely vulgar, as evidenced by the guys’ comment: “Ek betaal vir albei se monde!” (I’m paying for both their mouths!).
Nastya and Liza laughed, seeing the men’s excitement. Everyone drank again. The girls didn’t realize it, but with every new shot their view of what was happening was shifting. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, the beauties couldn’t tell, but what had once seemed unthinkable, wild, and abnormal — say, the presence of five handsome guys who were almost strangers in the same room with them — no longer seemed unusual.
Anastasia caught herself thinking that her ex, Anton, wasn’t fit to hold a candle to these stately, powerful dark-skinned men. Elizabeth and Alina regretted that their husbands didn’t have such attractive bodies and didn’t react with such passion when their wives strutted around in outfits like these. Liza had already caught herself more than once thinking that not one of these five dark-skinned men would choose a hike, fishing trip, or weekend with a friend over gorgeous sex with her. Alina simply admired the men’s muscles and tried to figure out whether her husband even had a chance of ever looking that powerful. She couldn’t even pinpoint when she’d become so weak for muscular male bodies. Their dark skin made their already beautiful physiques look even more exotic and even more desirable. “Lucky the girls they’re fucking,” Alina thought. And judging by the look on Liza’s face, Alina was sure her friend was having the same thoughts.
As for sisters Ira and Sonya, they were simply enjoying the attention the men lavished on them. Ira’s thoughts were similar to Nastya’s, Liza’s, and Alina’s — none of the guys she knew had such bearing, such dominance and power radiating from any one of these Africans. She even thought that if humanity weren’t bound by social norms and propriety, she’d drop to all fours like some heat-drunk fuckpet and give herself to these black stallions without hesitation. Not even the presence of her very young sister would have stopped Ira — if only because Sonya was looking at the men with the look of a fully grown woman. And everything about her appearance suggested that, while she might lack the experience of flirting and the art of showing off her sexiest features, she was more than ready to compensate for it with openness and an innocence that guys find so irresistible.
Though Ira knew Sonya wasn’t all that innocent — there were videos in her browser history that would make even the experienced Irina blush. Besides, Sonya was clearly not a virgin. And though their parents and Ira had never seen her with a guy, her older sister couldn’t rule out that the younger one had lost her virginity either with a girlfriend or on her own. Maybe she’d stuck something someplace a little deeper than she should have?
The dancing started again and this time went on for almost an hour. This time, everyone danced. Lamar and Nastya never let go of each other and, it seemed, had managed to get to know each other’s bodies completely by feel. Jared tried to get similarly close to Liza, but didn’t quite manage for several reasons: first, the girl preferred to dance with Alina, off-key singing along to well-known Russian pop songs; second, even when he did grab the beauty’s attention, the moment he got bolder and let his hands slip just below her waist, she’d promptly lift them back up — and if they crept above her belly, she’d push them down again. Alina more or less understood what Liza was feeling, because the same emotions were raging in the blonde’s heart.
When Tyrell, who mostly danced with Ira, turned his attention to Alina and pressed his powerful, muscular body to the petite beauty, Alina wanted nothing more than to press back against him. But the thought that, first, she was a wife, and second, her husband was not far from here, held her back. There was a third reason too — despite his attractive looks, Tyrell was still a stranger to her. Flirting with him went against everything her mother had taught her and what she planned to teach her own children. And the young married woman had no doubt that Liza, who was in the same boat, felt exactly the same conflict. They really wanted what the men were offering — but the girls couldn’t let themselves go along with it. As for Sonya, Simon was thoroughly working his charm on her. For a moment, it even seemed like the girl was kissing the dark-skinned hunk, but it turned out to be only a trick of the light — the girl had simply laid her head on his shoulder in the middle of a dance.
Another song came to an end. Nastya asked the guys to help open the windows and air out the room — it had gotten very stuffy. While everyone drank — this time not alcohol, but something to cool off — Prince led Jared aside and spoke to him, showing something on his phone screen. Then the two of them went over to Lamar and, after a brief exchange, Lamar stepped forward.
“Ladies, friends, a moment of your attention!” he said in good English, using simple phrases so that even Sonya and Alina understood. “I suggest we take a break and play a game.”
Nastya groaned in annoyance. She considered all games, whether board or active, a waste of time. Alina, Liza, and Ira weren’t thrilled either — everyone wanted a short rest and to keep dancing. Only Sonya shared Lamar’s enthusiasm — she plopped down on the couch with gusto, showing she wouldn’t mind relaxing with something less active than dancing.
“Oh, come on! Everybody loves this game. And what’s more, it’ll let us get to know each other better.”
“Which one?” Alina asked, curious.
“Truth or Dare, of course!” Prince announced. He showed his phone and the cable running from it.
“Can I connect my phone to this TV, Anastasia?” he asked, pointing at the huge plasma screen on the opposite wall.
The girl agreed. A couple of minutes of fiddling — and the game’s title flashed on the TV screen: Truth or Dare 18+, hot edition.
“What a title,” Ira laughed, though she sounded very interested.
“Yes, the tasks aren’t the easiest, beauties, but we’ll start at an easy level and, I think, with ‘truth’ rather than ‘dares.’ Agreed?”
“Okay,” Nastya said, uncertain. The other girls, however, were clearly intrigued.
“Who starts?” Liza asked.
“Let the game decide,” Prince replied.
They decided to play in English — everyone there knew at least some of it, and if anyone didn’t understand, the others would translate.
