Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 by Zane Page A

said, moving behind her.
    “I got it,” she hissed back, sternly.
    “Fine!” he shot back.
    From his angle, he could see that her arms weren’t long enough, but he didn’t care to be chastised for trying to help again. She bent to one knee and stretched. He watched as hernightgown inched up her thighs, then her hips, exposing her very un-sexy, serviceable -looking underwear.
    Suddenly, it was like the world clouded over and he was cocooned in a vacuum of space far away. Even as it was happening, Jai felt as though he was someone else and leaned down and ran his hand over her ample ass cheeks, first one, then the other. He heard her gasp, then bump her head as she tried to get up, but by then his fingers had moved between her cheeks and down to massage the soft, fat crevice through her panties. He felt her shudder and couldn’t believe it when her legs opened an infinitesimal inch. The movement was slight and could almost be missed, but his fingers knew an invitation when they felt one. A tiny moan escaped her as he worked them against her flesh. And then he felt it, the unmistakable movement against his hand as her pussy began to ride against his rubbing fingers. It was a slow motion at first, then it increased until she was moving with such friction he could feel the moist heat through her panties. He maneuvered his forefinger so that it angled in between her covered lips, and then he just let her ride.
    She was moaning quietly, with a little hiss thrown in when it really felt good to her. He didn’t dare touch her anywhere else and break the magic of the moment, but he could tell she was reaching her peak from the shudder she gave and the guttural growl that whooshed from her lips like the sound of an alley cat in heat.
    She came in a hard rush and everything her underwear didn’t capture slathered over his fingers.
    He smiled. She was a squirter! His cock hardened and it was a big one.
    He removed his wet hand and straightened and watched her get up using the bat as leverage. What if she brains me with it? hethought. But in the dim light, he could see her face was flushed with—exertion? Embarrassment from her massive cum? What did one say at a time like this? Was it good for you ? Or, You really needed that, didn’t you? But then it was something he needed, too—that and more, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would be with her.
    “Look, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he tried to explain.
    “You never struck me as a chubby chaser,” she said.
    “Don’t say that.” His voice was low. He didn’t want her misplaced attempt at humor to break the mood.
    “I felt your cock against my ass this afternoon and I realized it wasn’t your fault; things like that happen,” she said, looking at him earnestly and then shrugging as though it didn’t matter.
    Is she apologizing? he wondered. Where was the hard, brash she-bitch he was used to? That was the person he could handle. Not this woman who didn’t seem so large now, and whose face seemed softer in the darkness. Even her voice, with that Kathleen Turner sultriness, was gentler now.
    “It felt good— you felt good,” Jai said.
    She laughed and her breasts jiggled a little, and to him it seemed so natural and tantalizing. He suddenly felt an urge to clamp his mouth on them, to suck her nipples until she moaned with delight.
    “Yeah, that’s what my kids’ dad said right before he left me for someone who was a size four.”
    “You shouldn’t put yourself down.”
    “I’m not. I was never actually thin, and after two kids, a full-time job, and a shitload of housework to do, going to the gym wasn’t on my immediate priority list.” She switched the bat to her other hand and pulled her sweatshirt closer around her.
    “I have to ask you something,” he said, keeping his eyes above nipple level. “Why do you always give me a hard time on the field?”
    “Because you suck as a Little League coach.”
    “I do not!” he