Danny And The Black Twins

Danny and the Black TwinsIt was a beautiful day, the kind of spring weather that made Danny Codwallop horny. He walked quickly through the doors of the Fuggledix Community College, and headed for the central atrium. The administration office was just on the other side of the indoor courtyard, with its tropical trees reaching halfway to the glass roof four stories above, and this was the last week to register for courses. He was taking his lunch break to be here and didn't want to be late back to the office.He rounded the corner and paused momentarily, blinking. The normally open courtyard was filled with rows of tables covered with a riot of colors and textures: potted plants. The sign on the wall said, "Annual Plant Bizarre," and in smaller letters, "Support the Fuggledix High School Marching Band!" Danny had a weakness for unusual flora; he used to grow orchids at home. Despite his haste, he just had to take a look."May I help you?" Danny started, and turned around. The young woman standing behind the table had a broad, friendly smile, twinkling eyes and a melodic voice. She was obviously of high school age, though what grade Danny had no way of telling. She was black -- actually, her skin was a warm, luscious milk-chocolate color, with a hint of cinnamon. Danny had an eye for details like that, as he had used to be a portrait photographer."Er...ah, yes. As a matter of fact, I think you can." He automatically gave her his warmest smile as he approached the table. "You have some beautiful plants here. What are your prices?"She held out her arms, indicating the selection around her, and said, "they go from two dollars to twenty, depending on size, and how nice the pot is. The junior class made all the pots. I'll bet you're looking for something really special, aren't you?" She looked up at him, and if it was possible, her smile broadened. She had perfect teeth, dancing eyes and smooth skin. Her hair was of moderate length and attractively braided in corn rows. She was wearing makeup, just enough to be noticeable and expertly done. She couldn't have been an inch over five foot two in her sandals.Danny nodded, as much in appreciation of the young lady as in answer to her question. He could feel his testicles relax and descend. "Yes. Very special. Something unusual that doesn't need much light. I'm living in an apartment right now.""Come this way!" She walked down several tables to a selection with vine-like stems and large, multi-colored leaves. As she walked, Danny watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing a green, cottony little summer dress, cut to mid-thigh, the front was kind of like overalls, with a bib held up by two straps that went over her shoulders and crossed her bare back. It fit her rather well. She wasn't wearing a bra. The bib was nicely filled out and a hint of cleavage showed above the neckline."How about these?" Her enthusiasm was infectious. He looked eagerly at the greenery around her, and his eye was drawn by two identical plants growing out of the same hand-painted red clay pot."How about those two? How much?"The girl cheerfully hopped over behind the one he indicated and bent down to read the small tag. Danny found himself looking straight down the top of her dress, which had fallen open. Her breasts were flawless, round, firm. Like chocolate covered grapefruits or cappuccino Jello molds. He couldn't quite see her nipples, but he could see practically everything else. He couldn't take his eyes off her lovely curves. He wondered what they would feel like in his hands. He wondered if she was sexually active. He wondered what her pussy was like -- what it would taste like. His penis began to swell and stiffen.She looked up into his eyes, beaming, her breasts still exposed to his gaze, and cheerfully informed him, "It's a Brazilian Lotus vine. Grows in the shade. Nine dollars. Do you like them?"He gave her another big grin and nodded. "Yes, sweetheart, I love them. They're beautiful." And he looked directly from her eyes down to her breasts. Let her see him staring -- he didn't care!She stroked a pair of the leaves gently. "Wow. You should feel them! They're so smooth and soft. They're succulents, you know."His penis twitched and hardened more."Yes. I would like very much to feel them... ah, what's your name?"She stood up, carrying the pot and placing it on the table between them. Her smile was totally endearing. "Sharon. What's yours?""I'm Danny." He gave her the first bill he found in his wallet, a twenty."Here. Keep the change, Sharon.""Wow! Thanks!" She gave a big jump of joy, her breasts bouncing visibly under the thin material. He noticed that her nipples were hard. Now why would her nipples suddenly get hard?"Consider it a tip, Sharon. For a very lovely girl." He could not believe those corny words came out of his mouth. He knew that sounded like a lame come-on and that he was making a jerk of himself. He turned to the side, anxious to put this scene behind him."Thank you, mister Danny, you're a very sweet man. I'd like to keep the tip 'cause I missed lunch, but it all has to go to the Marching Band."Having her respond to his compliment with genuine, puppy-like affection caught him off-guard, and suddenly he wanted to prolong this conversation."Uh, Sharon, you haven't had lunch yet? Could I get you some lunch? I'd be happy to. What would you like?"She gave him her heart-breaking smile and leaned coyly toward him. The dark promise of the chasm between her breasts winked at him. He realized that he was pressing his crotch against the table's edge to suppress his throbbing erection."Thanks, but my break is starting soon. Maybe I'll find a friend to eat with, I don't know. If you wanted, we could have lunch together."His heart was in his throat. Was she flirting with him? He couldn't tell. "You'd like to have lunch with me?""Sure. That sounds great." Her smile reappeared in all its glory. "Did you mean here in the cafeteria? Their meatloaf isn't too bad."Danny şahinbey escort swallowed -- this was the fork in the road. "Well, I thought we would drive out to the edge of campus, pick up a sandwich on the way. Have a picnic, sort of... That okay with you?"She accepted immediately. But she also showed no indication that she understood him to have any sexual intentions. That bothered him. If anything happened with this girl -- and he wasn't sure anything would -- he wanted her cooperation. It had to be with her consent. Trouble was, he realized he couldn't read the intentions of teenaged girls any more.And he felt funny -- there was a buzzing in his head to match the one in his stomach. He felt sure he had never done this before -- picking up a girl like this! He was actually nervous, like a teenager on a first date. He glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Could they read his intentions?And what exactly were his intentions? He looked back at Sharon. She was bent over the plant, removing the price tag. He could see down her dress again, only much closer now. Her breasts jiggled ever so slightly as she fretted with the pot. There! He could see her nipples! And his intentions?... his intentions were... to see if... to try... he wanted... he wanted... to have sex with her? His penis twitched again."Okay, mister Danny, it's all ready!" Her voice broke him out of his reverie. He picked up the pot, wondering just what the hell he thought he was doing."Right. Well... follow me, Sharon. My van is just outside the East entrance." He turned quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice his intentions trying to make a tent out of his trousers.As graceful as a ponking gazelle (yes, the image of a young gazelle ponking over the savanna flashed through Danny's mind), Sharon leaped over a hedgerow of pots, scooped up her purse, danced between two tables and was at his side in an instant. He made small talk about the beautiful plants on sale and what a great sales person she was, all the time thinking that this venture couldn't possibly go right.As they neared the double doors near Admin, Sharon skipped away, then whirled around, and with a big grin said (as she was skipping backwards toward the Admin door) that she would meet him outside near the statue in just a minute."That tears it," he said under his breath. "Just as well. A man my age has no business trying to shag young pussy like this." He stepped out into the balmy spring breezes, descended the steps to the East patio, with its cast iron statue of Hornsby Fuggledix, founder of the town. According to legend, the pioneer party led by Fuggledix got completely lost and had to dig in here when the winter snowed them in. Several of the men died that winter, but Fuggledix bravely fathered children on all the women so that the new colony could survive.After a very brief moment, he heard his name called and turned around. His jaw dropped, and he very nearly dropped the Brazilian Lotus vine. He was seeing double. No, his eyes were okay. There were two Sharons. Twins!"Mister Danny, this is Shiloh, my sister. I hope you don't mind if she comes along. Please say it's okay! Please?"Bloody hell. What just might have been a really hot flirt session, or maybe even the start of something seriously sexy had degraded to a mere baby-sitting session. Two girls, two chaperones. Right. On top of that, he had been pegged to buy them lunch. He cleared his throat and found his voice."Sure, Shiloh! The more the merrier!"But internally, Danny was disappointed that what had looked like a sexual opportunity had evaporated. On the other side of the coin, he felt relieved as well--the whole seduction thing was a little scary, after all.In a few moments, they were on their way to Lake Humpit in his van, the potted plant and a sack of food on the floor. As he drove, the girls cooed about what a beautiful van he had, so big and roomy. They cooed about the nice, friendly person he seemed to be, and how generous he was, and how much they liked him. At his request, they told him about themselves: Sharon was a junior at FHS, played flute in the band, loved plants and flowers, loved to swim and ski; Shiloh was also a junior, played clarinet, loved animals, had a cat, enjoyed dancing; they were just two months past their sixteenth birthday.He pulled the van onto a dirt lane that disappeared behind some trees and shrubs on the bank of the lake, and turned off the motor. It was cool and shady under the trees. There would be no need for air conditioning."Sixteen, hunh? You seem to be very mature for girls so young. Do you date?" But in his mind he was thinking about whether or not they were sexually active. He had been at that age--very active. And they were so adorably sexy! With their adorable cheek dimples, their perfect smiles, their full, sensuous lips, their sparkling eyes, their smooth skintones which bespoke creamy milk chocolate."Sure! We've been dating a long time. We like boys a lot. They're fun.""Oh? And what's so fun about them?"They looked at each other as if reading minds and simultaneously giggled. Sharon cocked her head to one side. "You know... kissing and stuff like that."His mouth was getting dry. He picked up the sack and squeezed between the front seats to the bench seat in the middle of the van. "Let's do this like a picnic, shall we? I can let this seat down and we'll have lots of room."No sooner than he had the seat-back lowered, then they joined him, sprawling eagerly out on the bench. Sharon sat facing him, crossing her legs so that for two seconds he was looking down at her snow-white panties and dreamy chocolate thighs."Gosh, mister Danny, this is just like a bed! You could fuck back here if you wanted to!"Danny felt like he had been hit in the face with a wet chicken. He could feel himself blushing.Shiloh reached over and punched her sister on the arm. "You doofus, you just said the F-word and we hardly know mister Danny at all. And he was so nice to buy us lunch!" She looked back at him. Her smile put a half-hitch in his heart.Sharon put her hand over her mouth and giggled. "I'm sorry, mister Danny, that just came out. I didn't mean to talk dirty, only I heard of folks having nice vans like this, and... you know... having sex in 'em. I was just curious if you ever done that in your van, hunh?"Shiloh looked at her sister in amazement. "Hush, you silly slut! Mister Danny, you'll have to forgive my sister, but she likes to talk dirty sometimes. She didn't have a very good upbringing, you know." She batted her lashes at him to mark the sarcasm.His mouth was dry. He focused on the bags of food, handing out napkins and drinks. "Well, yeah, I've had sex here before. With my wife." He patted the cushion, fighting to keep a straight face. "Right here, in fact. And I don't mind if you talk dirty. Do you like talking about... sex?"Shiloh nodded. "She does," pointing with her elbow. "Momma said we should be real careful of men who want us to talk dirty. She says talking sex makes men horny. And that we should never talk sex with strange men, no matter how nice they are."Sharon turned slightly to rebuff her sister, which took up the slack in her skirt, and bared her panty-clad crotch to his bewildered eyes. "I know mister Danny is a very nice man. Talking about a little sex isn't going to make him crazy or nothing. And he said it was okay. Didn't you mister Danny?" She twisted back to face him, but her panties, if anything were even more exposed."Uh, yeah. It's okay."But in his mind there was a big question. One girl talking like this might be flagging her availability. But two? And sisters? He didn't know what to think about their intentions. Maybe he should steer the conversation away from sex altogether.He was certainly not clear about his own intentions, however. He found the girls just too incredibly attractive. Sharon and Shiloh were obviously not anything like the inner city waifs he saw on television. Hell, Fuggledix didn't have an inner city, yet alone a ghetto of any description. There was no segregation to speak of, and black residents tended to be just as upscale as the whites. But despite their attractiveness, and the raw erotic power of the fantasy of making it with twins, any hopes he might have had were dashed. If it had been just Sharon, well... maybe it would have worked out. But with two of them together, not a prayer."You've got my cheeseburger!" Shiloh's voice broke him from his reverie. They were exchanging sandwiches. Something caught his eye, white ribbons hanging casually out of a purse. Ribbons? Bra straps? He glanced back at Shiloh. He was absolutely sure she had been wearing a bra under her tee shirt when she got into his van. But she wasn't now. Her tee shirt (bearing the logo of the Fuggledix Marching Band) was a snug fit, and contoured around her breasts like a second skin. Or a paint job. God, she had beautiful breasts! Hell, they both did! Duh, they're twins! Hello!He glanced up to see Shiloh's dancing eyes aimed directly into his. With a sweet smile (that on an older woman would have set his underwear on fire) she said, "Mister Danny, does talking sex really make men horny? I mean, is that all it takes?"He swallowed hard. She wants to talk about sex? Oh rats, this was either going to be just plain frustrating, or it was going to be one of those cock tease nightmares he had suffered through when he was a teenager, and he couldn't tell which. He wished she would change the subject. He dove into his sandwich and fries, hoping that would take his mind off the twitches in his shorts."Uh, sometimes. Sometimes it makes a man horny, but not always. I guess it all depends on who he's talking to."Shiloh was very animated, bouncing slightly on the cushions, which had set her breasts to bouncing in a very sexy way. She was eating her sandwich and talking at the same time. And every few minutes, he would catch another glimpse of white panties. Sharon, on the other hand, was quietly giving most of her attention to her food, sitting with her legs crossed, blatantly exposing her crotch. Her gorgeous, sexy black crotch. He forced himself to look away.Shiloh said, "Yeah, I know. Sometimes on a date I'll get to talking about sex with a boy and it'll make him real horny, and then he'll start acting like a jerk. Sometimes, if a boy has been nice to me, I'll let him kiss me or play with my tits. You know what I mean? But if a boy hasn't been nice or if he's been a jerk, then I won't even let him kiss me."Sharon swallowed a bite of her sandwich, and said, "Shiloh, if the boy is good looking and knows how to play with tits, you'll let him fuck you. I know the way you work. Don't you go pretending to be so goody-goody, miss Shiloh!"Aha! So they WERE sexually active. Well, at least one of them was. He took a deep breath and got more comfortable on the bench. Coincidently, his new position also gave him a clear view up Sharon's dress to the thin strip of white cotton that separated her smooth, brown thighs, and covered her sexual goodies. If she noticed he was looking, she gave no sign of it. Her panties were so tight over her crotch, that he could see the outlines of her labia as clear as if she were naked. His penis began to swell against his will. He changed the subject."Oh, don't be so hard on your sister, Sharon. I remember how scary it was dating at your age. I never knew how far to go, or when to stop. And sometimes it was more fun to have a good conversation and really get to know a girl. You know? I always liked it better when I found a girl to be good friends with. We'd talk about what we wanted to do after getting out of high school, and the places we wanted to visit, and the...""Mister Danny, do you like to fuck?"There was that wet chicken in the face again! This was turning out to be scary as hell. What were these girls up to?"Oh, I don't know. Yes, I love to fuck, I guess everyone does, but there are other things I like to do, too. Like traveling to other states, and seeing really great works of art. Once I went to the Guggenheim Museum in... in... uh... Yeah, I guess sex is my favorite thing to do. I did an awful lot of sex when I was your age. Sharon... do you like to fuck?"She looked up him with those beautiful, dark eyes and hid her giggle with a hand. "Momma says I'm not supposed to tell. But I can tell you, cause you're a nice man. I think fuckin's fun. I love to do it. I'd love to do it every day if I could. Especially if the boy had a big dick." And she hid her whole face in her hands and giggled again. Shiloh reached over and hit her sister on the arm."Now there you go talking dirty to a man we never met before. That's what you told me not to do."The two girls scowled at each other for three seconds, then laughed. After a few seconds of poking and tickling each other, the girls calmed down. Sharon's skirt was now rucked around her waist and her panties fully exposed. Shiloh's tee shirt had been pulled down and exposed a good amount of dreamy, creamy chocolate cleavage. And her nipples were hard and extended. Shiloh turned to him, licked her fingers slowly and sensuously."Mister Danny, we both like to fuck boys, but I am way more particular than my horny sister. She fucks lots of boys, even scumbags, but I have more self respect than she does. I won't let a guy get into my panties unless he spends a whole lot of money on me. I say a girl can't be too careful, you know? If a guy doesn't think I'm worth spending money on, I don't think he's worth my pussy. And that's a fact."Sharon turned to her sister and put her fists on her hips. Her knee raised up and Danny was presented with a clear view of the girl's thighs, her buttocks, and her lovely white cotton panties, now pulled tightly across her genitals. The light drew shadows on her panties, clearly outlining her labia, and even her clit. Then he noticed that her panties had a large wet spot right over her pussy!"You take that back! I do not fuck scumbags! All I do is suck their dicks, and then only if I feel sorry for them! You take that back, you silly slut!"Danny skooched over and put his hand on Sharon's ankle. The last thing he wanted was the girls to start a fight."I'm sure you're both nice girls. And I bet the boys love to have sex with both of you. You're both very pretty. And very sexy. But there's no need to get mad, okay? Shall we have our ice cream now?"Shiloh gave her sister the tiniest of pushes then turned back to Danny with a heart-wrenchingly lovely smile."Really, mister Danny? Do you think I'm sexy? Honest? I mean with you being white and me being black and all. Do you ever get turned on by black girls, hunh?"And Sharon said, "Yeah, mister Danny, most white boys we know don't think we're sexy. I've never had a white man say he thought I was sexy before. What about me do you think is sexy?"And Shiloh said, "Yeah, what about us turns you on, mister Danny? Is it because we're black? Do you ever dream about black girls when you jack off?"Danny had decided that he had had enough of that wet chicken. He didn't know what to say."Well, uh... now that I think of it, yes, you both turn me on. A little. Absolutely. In fact, I'm turned on right now by you. I love the color of your skin. I think your... uh... black color... is very lovely. Beautiful. I was wondering if... if I could touch you." He sat up and eased over toward Shiloh."Sure! I don't mind at all. I like you a lot, mister Danny. You're a really nice man. How much do I turn you on, hunh? Do I turn you on just a little, or do I make your dick big and hard?" She held her arms out in front of her, as if to invite him to touch them. And yet her face, with its bright, friendly smile, was just as innocent as ever. He touched her arms. He stroked his hands up to her shoulders and down to her elbows. His eyes were glued to her exquisite tits under the thin tee shirt, but he couldn't bring himself to go any further.Then Sharon skootched closer. She got up on her knees, and in one smooth motion, pulled her sun dress up and over her head and tossed it on the floor. Except for her panties, she was naked. God, her tits were just fuckin' perfect! He couldn't take his eyes off them."Mister Danny, do I turn you on? Do you like black boobies?"She shook her upper torso, causing her breasts to wobble back and forth, and causing his penis to explode to full erection. "Uh. Fuck. God. Yes, Sharon. You turn me on a lot. I love black boobies. You make my dick real hard."Danny continued to caress Shiloh's arm, but with his other hand he reached over and pressed his hand against Sharon's breast. She wriggled under his gentle caressing. "You're making me feel good, too, mister Danny. I love you touching me. You can touch me all you want. I don't mind, really. I think you're sexy, mister Danny. I like you looking at my boobies. It makes me all hot and wet between my legs. You know what I mean?"Yes, he knew what she meant. Omigod! He moved his hand to her leg, and slowly stroked up to her knee, and onto the exposed part of her thigh. She felt so damn good! His penis was throbbing in his pants, desperate to get out. He let his hand continue up her creamy thigh, until he was touching her panties. Sharon grinned and spread her thighs a little wider.Shiloh casually pulled her tee shirt off and spoke up."Mister Danny, you don't want Sharon. She really is a slut. Wouldn't you rather look at my boobies? They're bigger and they don't sag as much as my sister's. And my nipples are stiff. You see 'em? That's because you turn me on, mister Danny."Danny's left hand went to Shiloh's breast. The warmth of her breast flesh in his palm was amazing. His thumb circled her hard black nipple. The fingers of his right hand lightly touched the crotch of Sharon's panties. He could feel the outline of her vaginal lips, and the dampness of her panties."Ooo! That tickles!" She giggled, and clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand between them."Mister Danny, you got your hand between my legs! You're playing with my...