0 comments/ 23220 views/ 0 favorites Sweet Sin Ch. 1 By: girl95south Terry dressed carefully. He groomed himself properly; nothing was ever to good for his Baby. He admired his clipper handiwork in the bathroom mirror. He had to admit to himself, he was one fine brother. His head was shaved to a glistening shine. His goatee was trimmed perfectly. He wore small diamond studs in each ear. The diamonds was set in platinum. His girl had given him those. Terry double checked his smile, bit his lip and winked at the mirror. He knew he was fine and knew he had it going on, but he was in love with his girl, and she had proven worthy of his attention and affections. "Nothing is to good for you." He said blowing a kiss at the picture he had taped to his bathroom mirror of his girl Synthia. Terry finished dressing and checked his reflection in the hall mirror before pulling the front door of his house closed. Cruising across town in his Acura listening to some old school jams, his own personal mix, Terry could not keep his mind off her. She had been able to keep him feeling like this for two years now, and he was convinced that she was not going to change. Terry felt like he knew Synthia, and what he knew of her was all good. His Sweet Sin he called her in the bedroom, and she loved that. She loved him, and he knew it. Knew it after those first seven days they spent together. She had called it their honeymoon, and it had been, but she hadn't seen a honeymoon, not yet. He smiled to himself, singing along to some New Edition. Sweet Sin was his, and he had a bulge in his pocket to prove it. Synthia was at home, dancing to some music, getting mellow for her man, the way he liked her. It seemed to here that whenever Terry came around, all stress left her body, her spirit, and her heart. She felt open to him. Heart and soul. She could never tell him no. She had tried, once or twice, but it never worked. She was totally his. Thinking about him right now, enforced her belief that there could never be another like him. He was beautiful to her. All smooth dark chocolate. Beautiful smile, with a mouth she sometimes felt like was her own personal torturer and lifeline. She loved his black ass, and had kissed it, sucked it, spanked it and bit it everywhere and at anytime she had wanted to, and he had never denied her. Never. He told her she was beautiful and had from moment one of meeting her. He told her she was sexy, and always made her feel that way. She heard his car turn into the driveway just as she was finishing her drink. Synthia's heart did a pitter-patter in her chest and she felt suddenly felt beautiful. She watched as he got out of his car. He had washed his car earlier and it gleamed black under the yard light, rims sparkling like diamonds. As Terry looked toward the house the porch light caught his earrings and glinted for just a brief second in Synthia's eyes and she felt herself shiver. She strode across the room and opened the door just as Terry was stepping onto the porch. He had something behind his back and a devilish look on his face, and Synthia knew something was up. It didn't matter what though, whatever Terry wanted she was down with it. He had done so many wondrous things to her body, never hurting her, always bringing her to extreme pleasure, and she loved him for it. She loved him. Stepping into each other's arms, they paused briefly, before their mouths met in a passionate kiss. Terry with his hands full of secret delights gave his body over to Synthia's wonderful hands. She always started at his waist and worked her way upward. He felt her little hands pressed tight against his stomach, and then his chest, down his arms, around his wrist and then he stopped her, by biting her bottom lip. "Stop. What you hiding from me? Tell me." Synthia said against Terry's mouth. "Stuff. Nosy girl." He bumped his pelvis into hers pushing her away, and letting her feel his semi-hardness. She still didn't grasp the truth that she is the only person that keeps him in this state of arousal. But watching her dance away from him, doing a little bump and grind move for him, he felt those stirrings that no one else could bring but Synthia, his Sweet Sin. Toni Braxton's How Many Ways was playing on the stereo. Synthia was dressed in his favorite color, her. She had a robe pulled casually around her. His visit was not expected. Terry was supposed to be babysitting the kids tonight. So he caught her off guard, wearing nearly nothing, bronze and beautiful. One smooth bronze complexion from head to toe, except in certain delicious little spots, that he knew up close and personal. Thinking about this as he watched her dance and sing to him, made his semi-erection grow harder, so much that it was now visible in his pants. "Sweet Sin, girl, look at you. Come here girl so I can give you this stuff and get it out my hands." Terry said to her. He handed her a bottle of champagne, a little plastic grocery store basket of strawberries and grapes, a bottle of honey, her favorite chocolate candy and a bouquet of flowers. He had some other things, but that was all set up, back at his house. He said some good surprises waiting for her there, and she was worth it. After freeing his hands he pulled her to him. She always came, and pressed her body close to his, fitting it perfectly to his. His thighs fit against hers, her stomach curved perfectly with his and her nice little tits fit right under his chest, pressed against his ribs. When he held Synthia close and looked down her body, it always turned him on. She was delicious to him, smooth and supple. For him and him alone. She was a beautiful cascading fount of feminine delights, and only he could drink here. "You look beautiful baby." Terry said to her. "You always say that." Synthia said as she went through the motions of putting the flowers in a vase. She was sexy Terry thought watching her. She did everything sexy. He thought back to the first drink he bought her, and how she had let watching her drink it be a sexy experience. He loved marqueritas now! "Come her baby, let's sit down and talk. I got something to tell you before we start anything else tonight. Okay?" he said seriously to her. "What's wrong baby?" Synthia asked from the kitchen. "Give me a few seconds." She said as she came into the living room bearing drinks and cheddar chex mix, their favorite snack. She handed him a drink and sat beside him on the couch. "Come on baby, share." She said giving him her full attention. This was not a night that they had anything special planned. They had talked about getting married in the beginning, but the way things settled down to be was nice. Synthia hadn't mentioned marriage anymore. She wanted kids, but with his son being 9 and her little sister 10, they had kids, that didn't need pampers. They were a family unit. He had shipped the kids away to their best friend's house for the night. Terry had business to take care of tonight. "Listen Syn, we been doing this for two years, and I like this. I love this." He said reaching over and stroking her bare arm. "You are truly my baby. I love you, and I want you to know that." Synthia slid her body closer to his, her eyes never leaving his. "I want you to know, that you are the best girl I ever had." He said to her mouth. The robe she was wearing slid open, as she slid her hips under his, pulling him on top of her reclining body. Damn he thought, I knew it. Terry pulled her body under his, and pushed up to kneel between her legs. He pushed the robe away, and felt himself getting drunk on the sight of her body. Synthia was intoxicating, she made him high. Gave him a rush that nothing else in life or no one in life had ever been able to do. She was small, but fine as wine, and just as sweet. Synthia only stood about 5'5" and now she weighed 145 pounds, with long shapely legs, smooth flat stomach, and nice perfect ass. She had a doll baby set of breast. Like two ice cream cones. Nice round breast topped with light brown tips, perfect for sucking and teasing. Her stomach was soft and flat and firm and it all lead down to that perfect curl covered V at the tops of her round juicy thighs. He watched as her hands unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it away. "Ohhh, Sweet Sin." He said to her as he watched her hands undo his belt and pants. He watched her face as she put her hands inside his boxer's. He always liked the expression that came on her face. He remembered the first night that she had ever put her hands inside his pants. He had watched her face that night also. The look of shock that always seem to come across her face turns him on. She was shocked at his size that first time. Shocked but delighted as hell. She would always say that he filled both her hands and could fill another if she had it, lengthwise. And if she needed to use her middle finger to touch around it, that was thick enough for her. She always would tell him that it didn't matter if "he" had a little one, she would still love him. He doubted that seriously, because he knew what she liked, and what it took for her, and he had what it took for Synthia. "Listen baby. Stop for a minute." He said to her. But she was not listening, was not trying to either. She had her hands wrapped around his hardness and was stroking him. "Girl, damn baby. See what you always do to me?" he said against her mouth. "What baby?" she asked in her smooth quiet voice. "Tell me. I don't want to wait. Tell me." Her hands had worked his pants off of him and they now lay tangled with his shoes on the floor, beside her robe. "Tell me Terry. Look." She said pushing his hand into her steamy hot wetness. Terry was immediately overwhelmed with her soft musty sweet woman aroma. He could smell her all around him, touch her, taste her and hear her, as she moaned against his caressing fingers. "Mmmmm, Terry, that feels so good." Synthia whispered into his mouth. "I know baby." Terry answered her. "You are so beautiful, so sweet. My Sweet Sin." He whispered in her ear and felt her body respond to his voice. Felt her release that moistened his fingers and knuckles. Sweet Sin possessed him once again. Sweet Sin Ch. 2 Unable to resist each other, Terry and Synthia abandoned themselves in the passion they held for each other. Terry totally devoured Synthia completely. His mouth covered every inch of her body. Her eyes, ears and throat he lavished with kisses and whispers of her beauty and fire. His hands traveled over her body in waves of endless torrents of pleasure. He caressed her breast, pinching her nipples the way he knew she liked it, and the way he loved doing it. She moaned and responded to his touch. Running his hands over her body, he felt her thighs opening allowing him more room, while her hands massaged at the muscles in his neck and shoulders. Terry felt like her hands were pulling all of the tiredness from him. She was massaging it up out of his body, mind and spirit. She made him feel totally relaxed. With Synthia, Terry was able to let his guard down and be himself. He could tell her anything; they did everything together, and had more good times than bad. Synthia would also let him do anything to her, and she would do anything for him. She never told him no. Synthia was his RideorDie girl. She was in for the long haul with him, and she let him know it. Synthia's hands were working on his hardness. Stroking him firm, and doing a good job too. She liked being teased. She gently rocked her hips beneath Terry, stroking the wetness of her body along the length of his hard throbbing penis. When the head of his penis rubbed across her swollen clit, she would shudder and arch her back, prolonging the contact. Synthia loved the feel of Terry between her thighs. He was a perfect fit. Terry was a slim toned guy. He didn't have to work out much, being that he was naturally cut and toned, like Omar Epps. And the way he made love to her was out of this world. When Terry finally had his fill of her body she was left drained and satiated. Totally fulfilled. Terry had an amazing bedroom in his house. It had a large heavy wooden bed, that didn't squeak or rock when they made love. Beside his bed, just leaning against the wall is a big mirror. A buddy gave it to him, as a house-warming gift. Terry being the freak that he is, put it beside his bed, and it reflected the whole length of the bed, and Synthia loved it. It was like watching a movie. Synthia would watch them in the mirror as they made love. She liked to watch Terry on top of her, with her legs held back and open, so that she could watch the length of his penis, as she felt it stroke in and out of her. Terry had a long thick stroke too. She would watch his beautiful body as he worked out on top of her. Stroking her long and deep, his ass moving in smooth soul shaking waves. His face would always be a mask of concentration, and pleasure and need, whenever he would ride her like that. Those were the times that she knew, he had really needed her. Needed the restorative powers that he found within her body. Because it was always her name, he called out. "Oh Synthia...girl, you going to make me cum." Synthia loved hearing Terry when he said that. He excited her to new limits. She would watch him in the mirror watch his body as she felt him, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. "Look Terry. Look at us." She would say to him. "Look how you fucking my pussy. Ohhhh Terry, look how you fucking me. Ohhhhh Terry." Terry could never watch for long. She almost always could bring him to orgasm, when she started with the mirror. It turned her on, and Synthia turned him on. She was beautiful and sweet and juicy and nasty, and he could never get enough. She was a pretty golden brown complexion and he was a deep dark chocolate. To see the contrast of the colors of their bodies washed in candlelight was a sight to behold. She rolled her hips beneath him, keeping her legs pulled back and open. She gave herself to him, allowing him VIP access. She had a body that begged to be loved deep, and a soul that needed to be coaxed slowly. Terry would make love to Synthia, slow and deep, which was really a tease to her, but was what she needed. When he was ready to take her over the edge though, he held on to her tight, and rode her hard and forceful, while he talked nasty things to her. "See, you don't fool me." He would say to her. "I know what you need. You need some don't you? You, need, to, be banged! DON'T, YOU?" he would say accenting every word with a snap of his hips. She would always scream and half-heartedly try to get away, but mainly she just opened her thighs and let him ride her. She would always say, "Fuck me however it feels good to you baby." And he would, pounding her body hard and deep. He always tried to get to the core of the fire he could feel burning inside of her. She would always lie back, and adjust her hips so that the shaft of his penis stroked the underside of her clit as he pumped in and out of her hot sweet juicy wetness. Hearing her wet sex always made his mouth water for a taste of her, and taste her he always did. Synthia would lie back and give herself to her man, with total surrender and accept his pounding until he would bring her to a screaming, body shattering orgasm. Want part 3? Let me know. Don't expect it before the weekend though. I hope you like reading this, because I like writing it. Sweet Sin Ch. 3 Terry was lost in the lushness of Cynthia's body. Its pleasures seemed to be endless to him. He could feel her responding to his touch, opening up allowing him unlimited access. He trailed kisses across her breast and down the tautness of her stomach. He felt her tremble beneath his hands and tiny moans escaped her throat. Pushing her thighs apart he kissed the insides, nibbling gently at the tender flesh there. He kissed the backs of her knees and her calves, alternating from leg to leg, ankle to ankle until he gently sucked her toes into his mouth. A little squeal escaped her when she felt his tongue and teeth graze her skin. "Mmmmm, Terry." She moaned and stretched out for him. She loved him even more whenever he treated her like this. Terry always left her feeling totally satisfied and devoured. "Terry, please baby, I need you. Now." Terry knew it was time for her to start begging for it. She always did especially when he began massaging her the way he was now. He had two fingers slid deep inside of her and was pressing down on her clit with his thumb. He could feel the press and pull of her muscles on his fingers. Terry was a very skilled lover, he knew a woman's body, he especially knew Synthia's, and he knew where her G-spot was at, and that's what his expert fingers stroked at. Smelling the scent that wafted up from between her legs was driving him crazy. His manhood stood out straight in front of him, the head nudging at the backs of her thighs. Removing his fingers from her, he put them inside his mouth and tasted her. She was sweet and sticky on his fingers. He felt his dick throb hard and heavy and he could barely control himself from ravishing her right then. But the taste of her made his mouth water, and he wanted to take a deep drink of her juices. Pushing her thighs open and back, he dipped his head between them and felt her shiver when his mouth met that sweet wet lips of hers. She opened for him, and he ran his tongue along the length of her pussy. Stopping to tease at her clit and run his tongue deep in her. He felt her greedy pussy grasping for his tongue. She moaned out load and reached down to grip the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her. Terry concentrated on stimulating her clit; the way he knew she liked it. He began by stroking it hard with his tongue, while he explored her with his fingers. He rode her clit hard with his tongue, until she joined him and begin working herself against his mouth. Terry knew Synthia was searching for an orgasm. She wanted it and he was there to please her. She gripped his head and rode his tongue, until her breath became ragged and she was panting. Terry could feel tremor after tremor shaking her body, and her muscles were pulling hard at his fingers. "Oh Terry. Suck it baby. Suck it please?" She arched her back banging her pussy into Terry's greedy lapping mouth and tongue, but he clamped down on her clit and sucked it hard until he felt her body tighten and convulse hard in orgasmic release. And then her juices came. Smooth and slick. Sweet and slimy, giving him his deep drink. He continued lapping at her pussy while he felt her orgasm rip through her body, and just when he knew it was leaving her; he caught her throbbing clit between his lips and sucked hard on it again. She tried to push his head away, but he caught her wrists in his hands and pinned them beside her body. He wasn't through with her yet. He continued to lap and suck at her pussy until she was moaning and thrashing around again on the bed with another orgasm exploding within her. After drinking his fill of her again he released her hands and brought his head from between her legs. Reaching down Terry stroked at his hard throbbing dick. He could not control himself any longer. He mounted her while she was still feeling the remnants of her previous orgasm. He let her feel him nudging at her wetness. She opened her eyes and looked deep into Terry's. She saw his passion and need painted plainly there. She reached up for him, and pulled his body down onto hers. Loving the crush of his weight on top of her, anticipating the press of him down into her, she shivered and pulled him close. "Terry, I love you baby." Synthia said right before their mouths met. I hope you like this part. I got another for you. Let me know if you want to read it. Sweet Sin Ch. 4 Terry loved this girl. No woman had ever made him feel like Synthia did. She was beautiful inside and out. She was a real woman who knew how to handle her business. And this was not his intention for coming over to her house tonight. He knew that they would have ended up making love, but he had hoped to make it through with what he came to say. But Sweet Sin wasn't having it. When she wanted him, she wanted him, and right now she needed him to love her. He slid the smooth head of his penis through the fat swollen wet lips of her steamy pussy. He nudged it into her clitoris, and watched as her pussy lips squeezed shut, groping for him. Terry stroked the hard long length of himself, working those first few clear drops of cum out of his throbbing dick. When they appeared and glistened out the head of his dick, Synthia licked her lips, wanting to taste him. He gathered the diamond on his fingers and slid them salty and slimy to her waiting tongue. "Mmmmmm." Synthia moaned sucking his fingers deep into her hot mouth. Terry knew she liked that. Knew she loved tasting him and drinking him. Synthia was the hottest woman he had ever met, and she didn't mind showing it. But she had sworn to him, during an orgasm, that he was the best she had ever had, and he believed her, and thanked God. He still found it hard to believe that he had found her. Sweet Synthia, a flower among the weeds. And as much as he wanted to crawl up her body and push his dick deep into her throat, she was begging him to fuck her pussy. "Fuck my hot pussy Terry." She kept saying while teasing him. "Feel me Terry?" she would ask as she rocked her hips upward, sliding her clit the length of his throbbing hardness. "Please fuck me?" she whispered against his mouth, before running her tongue between his lips, searching for his. "Fuck me!" She demanded as she bit down on his lip. "Do me now!" she demanded loudly as she gripped his ass and ground her pelvis hard against his. Terry reached up and grabbed her by the hair, snatching her head back to the bed, exposing her throat to him. He hungrily bites at her throat, letting her know, now she had asked for it. He mounted her roughly, penetrated her forcefully and sank the entire length of his penis in her with one swift stroke. Synthia screamed and clawed at his ass, pulling him forward, but pushing him quickly away. She trembled in his arms. Grinding deep in her, Terry felt Synthia's muscles flex and squeeze down around his dick. She was moaning and withering beneath him. Reaching back, Terry pushed her legs back and over his arms and positioned himself for his next attack. He kept himself buried deep within her, loving the way she whimpered when he jabbed at her short and quick. This was his pussy, he thought to himself. My sweet pussy, and I am about to fuck it until it is good and sore. Terry riding her deep, never letting up from her but for seconds before he pressed make down in her stomach. He had her ass and she couldn't resist him. "This my pussy Syn?" Terry would ask as he continued to jab her deep, grinding into her, trapping her swollen clit between their bodies. "Tell me Syn. Say it bitch. Who does this pussy belong to?" "Terry baby. It is your pussy! Ohhh Terry, please baby?" Synthia responded. Rocking her hips up to meet his loving the feel of the pain. "This is your pussy baby. Please fuck me baby. Agghhhh." Terry would ride her like this until she trembled with every push of his hips. He dug his toes in and rolled her backwards on her shoulders. He started by stroking into her slow and long and hard. She moaned and trembled every time he pressed down into her. Her hands gripped his arms, giving her some leverage to work with. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that was theirs alone. Synthia loved the long hard stroke of Terry's dick inside her, and relaxed and held her clit at bay from begging to be pounded down on. Terry could make her forget everything except for the small spaces in time that they shared together, times just like this. Terry knew how to ride her pussy just right. His dick had a downward curve to it that pressed him tight against her g-spot, and his pelvic bone trapping her clit between their bodies. He knew how to make her cum. Terry knew he had to stroke her down good first, make her pussy relax around his dick and then he would have to work it back up to orgasm. To make Synthia cum, he only had to tease her until she begged for him to pleasure her. But Sweet Sin was so sensual it wasn't a hard job to turn her on. Terry had remembered one day in the beginning have sat and just caressed her body and let her rock her pelvis against him and she had cum with an explosive orgasm, and they had been fully clothed. But Synthia swore, no one had ever made her pussy cum like Terry. She would do it however and whenever he wanted to. And making love to Synthia was something that Terry always wanted to be able to do. Synthia was so sweet. He reached back and held her ass in his hands. She had the perfect ass to palm. Each cheek he could palm like a basketball and he did, pulling her closer to his body. He increased his tempo, stroking her long and hard, and grinding deep into her, and it was like this that her pussy started raising hell. Synthia had a greedy pussy that pulled and squeezed at his dick. Her pussy begged to be fucked. Terry felt like it was teasing his dick. Especially when he pulled out of her, and could feel her pussy bite at the head of his dick, sometime catching the rim. He moaned aloud just as her pussy caught the head of his dick. "See little girl. Why you being bad like that?" he asked as he continued to stroke down into her hard and deep. "You keep begging to get fucked. Don't you?" He said accenting each word with a snap of his hips. He could feel her pussy going crazy around his hard driving length. Sliding to his knees he cradled her body betweens his thighs and shoulders and began driving into her fiercely. "There you go." He would ask her. "That's what you want aint it? Yeah girl, tease me with this pus-sy! I just take what I want little girl. I - just - take - my - pussy." Terry pounded into her body. Synthia was breathless. He was riding her hard, working her up to a banging. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to possess her; he wanted to reach the core of her, the place where her fire came from. He pounded down into her, breathless and whimpering, he banged his pelvis into hers stimulating her clit. Synthia hated the feel of him leaving her, wanted to keep him buried deep in her. So when he pulled away from her she pressed down with her muscles trying to keep him in. It worked, he always immediately delivered a real good nailing if she caught the head of his dick right. And having him inside of her was where she always wanted to keep him. Synthia liked to tell Terry how he made her pussy feel. "Oh Terry. You make my pussy feel good baby. Ohhhh, see, you was touching the bottom. Oh baby, you fuck my pussy good. Mmmph, mmmph, mmmmph," she would moan when he pounded into her body. "Fuck me baby. Get all my pussy. Fuck me the way it feels good to you." She would encourage him. Terry knew she wanted him to cum, but she wasn't getting that lucky this time. He rode her hard until he had her right on the edge of an orgasm and then he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back. Synthia screamed and rolled over to straddle him. She tried to push his dick back in her pussy when Terry stopped her, and pushed her hands away. Reaching up he pulled her face down to meet his and kissed her deeply and passionately. While running his tongue between her lips he ran his fingers through her hair tightening and holding her head in his grip. Looking into her eyes he pushed down on her head, guiding her to where he wanted her to be. Her mouth trailed kisses across his body as he guided her head. Over his nipples he guided her, to his navel and down over his thighs. With smooth liquid movements, Synthia maneuvered her body until she was between his legs, biting playfully at his thighs, making him open up for her. She worked her shoulders comfortably between his legs and nuzzled her face beneath his nuts. Enjoying the hot sweaty scent of him. She tickled at the underside of his nuts with her tongue, while her hands gripped and massaged his tight round ass. Synthia took each of his nuts into her mouth one at a time and rolled her tongue around them. She pressed down hard on that sensitive spot under his nuts with her tongue, stroking it slow and firm. She tickled at his asshole with her fingers, loving how he squirmed. Pushing back on his legs, he lifted himself and allowed her to tickle his asshole with her tongue. His dick was rock hard jutting straight up from him and glistening wet with her juices still. She started on the underside of his dick and ran her tongue upward, through the thickest of her own juices. She stroked his hardness with her hands, working on him, teasing him with her fingers and tongue, loving the taste of her own juices. That's enough for now. Knowing how you guys like to keep it short. I can only make it so short without losing some of the beautiful erotic details. Let me know if you want to see this on through.