0 comments/ 10879 views/ 0 favorites That Night By: Doc Redfield Neither could later recall how it happened, but soon the kisses had gone from experimentation, to passion and emotion, and her top was now coming off of her own volition. He looked down for the first time at her half-naked body, a new twist on a person he'd seen and watch for years but never felt quite THIS way for. But now he could see her in all her beauty: exotic skin and soft curves, fine lines stretched and twisted as she brought her top off over her dark hair and pretty face. Those cat-like eyes watched his own as he looked down her form once again, from shoulders to breasts, which were small but firm, soft and rounded like rolling hills. He ran his hands down that body, down to her navel where he began kissing his way up. He lips and tongue brushed the underside of her right breast, and she sighed aloud, and he had to keep from exclaiming his own joy aloud. His hands massaged her skin and form, his fingers tracing lines over her jaw and lips. His own finally wrapped themselves around her breast and he began to move his tongue over her nipple, then graze his teeth over it, somewhere between a light nip and a passionate bite. He exerted enough force to walk the line of passion and pain but not cross it as his sucked on the soft bud, nibbling and running his lips over it. She sighed again, this time with his name escaping her parted lips. He ran kisses and breathes, licks and nibbles around her neck, her ears, her breasts, back down to her navel, wetting a trail down through the valley, deep into her belly, down further. He was in her arms again. And once more, if you'd asked them to later recall how exactly it was said, they would not remember. But they confessed their true emotions for one another right there, and it was all up hill from there. The next weekend they found themselves at a posh hotel for the night. He spent a half-hour alone just undoing buttons on her silky blouse as he kissed her deeply, moving his hands over her skin, his fingers catching themselves in her choker necklace. They made love until the sweetest hours of the morning. Then slept till the alarm woke them. Showering together, he pressed her up against the wall of the small shower. Her breathing became ragged again when he slid his hands down her buttocks from behind, licking her ear lobe. He moved his hand around the front, teasing the hair between her legs, slipping one finger inside. She moaned. He probed deeper within her as he whispered her own name in her ear. Sliding his finger back out again far enough to run along the crevice and find her clit, moving his fingertip over it, slowly at first as the steaming water cascaded over them. Her hair was plastered around her face and her eyes were closed as she sighed against the wall, her hands against it for support as her legs spread wider. It gave her the ravished look and it only served to spur him on. Still wet they moved back to the bed, falling upon it naked and hot. His tongue probed her mouth, then down her neck, between her breasts where his hands stayed to caress and fondle her nipples till erect again as his tongue slid between her thighs to perform the same acts his hands had just done. One finger entered her as well as he lapped at her, savoring the taste of her juices. She sighed and breathed harder, faster, as her passion mounted. He moved up to kiss her lips again quickly, the taste of her own excitements wet on his lips as they're tongues slid over one another. She grabbed his manhood, slowly guiding it into her for them both. They both moaned, and he kissed her. Pulling out to nearly the edge, he slowly moved back into her again as he watched her features in ecstasy. Back again, this time plunging in harder. She wrapped her legs about him, her own hands moving to her still erect nipples as he held himself up, watching as he moved in and out of her, again and again. Her other hand slid between her legs, rubbing her bud as he mounted her. He moved faster, in and out, over and over. Sweat poured from him, a drop touching her lips, her tongue darting to catch it. Her hand moved at a frenzy and his own pumping was at near climax. They both moaned aloud now, breathing harder with each stroke. "Ah, AH," she panted, as they both reached a height of passion. He moaned again, loud, as he manhood left her and spent itself between them. He could feel the curly hair between her legs serving to finish the sensations of the fleeting climax. He collapsed into her arms, then moved his head to kiss her deeply. They both smiled and laughed together, spent and fulfilled... That Night All the preparations are made. You know something special is about to happen but you don't know what or why. I have you meet me at a location you're not familiar with but you come nonetheless out of total curiosity if nothing else. When you arrive at the house in the woods I've picked out for our special night, its dark and it looks abandoned from the outside. I've given you special instructions to wear something comfortable and not to speak unless asked. You walk up the front steps, apprehensive, not knowing what's coming next but the anticipation has you smiling. The curtains are drawn and you get no hints to the nights events. When you get close to the front door, I step out, wearing little but an apron, pink with black lace and garter belt and hose to match........ I take your jacket from you as you loosen your tie and lead you inside. The room is done up in candles, pillows and soft music. You see a table loaded with trays of covered food. I sit you down on the floor near the table and take the tie from your hand, step behind you and tie it around your eyes. You are now completely blindfolded..... I explain that I've been anticipating this night for a long time. I've been wanting to show my appreciation for having such a sexy guy in my life. That this night is all about you and your likes, wants.....desires.... The smells from the table are tantalizing your taste buds but when you part your lips and open your mouth to me, what I give you is not what you expected.... The first thing you taste is my pussy soaked index finger. Next to your tongue, across your lips, under your nose. You swirl it around in your mouth savoring every last drop of me and I come closer, put my lips against yours so I can taste me all over you. I back away now, and you start to reach for me, but I know you and you want to be totally at my mercy.....so I put my leg up on the table, unhook my right hose from my garter and roll it down my leg. You hear shuffling but you don't know what's coming next. I take the hose and tie your hands behind your back and go back to the table....this time when you part your lips for me you taste chocolate, warm and thick over my nipple. I've been a bit clumsy with the chocolate and it's all over your mouth, all over my nipple and your tongues' working furiously to get it all, the whole time searching for my hard nipple, over and over. Your breathing starts to increase and I can tell that you're enjoying this. I put my leg up on the table and take you by the back of the head and draw you to me. This time you're instructed to stick out your tongue and you taste my whip-cream covered pussy. Since my pussy is your favorite food you lop up every bit of whip cream and my juices. Your tongue is very talented and it's a never ending stream of juices. Your cock is rock hard now and pushing through your pants, wanting out, wanting my touch......I stand you up and lead you to the couch, I pull your pants off revealing your boxer briefs over flowing with rock-hard cock; sit you down, spread your feet with my knees. I kneel down before you and lean into you, kissing you through your shorts, teasing you with my lips, my tongue and my hot breath......running my tongue up and down your shaft and the head peeking out from the top of your shorts. You're moaning now, aching almost to feel your hard cock in my mouth, skin to skin. And I oblige....slowly taking your shorts down, past your knees, sliding your ass closer to the edge of the couch so I can get to all of you. When I take your cock with my right hand and lean into you, you start moaning and squirming, you're already ready to blow in my mouth and I haven't even put my lips on you yet. My tongue starts to swirl around the tip of your head, I can taste your pre-cum and I use that pre-cum to lube you up one side and down the other of your cock, making you ready for the rest of my mouth. I can't wait to choke on that long cock. Your head tips back and your mouth opens letting out sounds of want. I take your cock in my mouth now, and start to lower myself onto it. Deeper and deeper. Slow at first then working my mouth up and down your shaft to your natural body rhythms. The saliva and warmth from my mouth mixing with the pre-cum, coming from you making my tongue slide up and down you easily. I lean back and let my nipples run up and down you parting my cleavage with your cock. This time when I go back to sucking you more, I start touching my wet, needy pussy. And you're begging me to stop, you're so close. You want me to get up on it and ride it. So again, since this night is about you, I oblige. The mental image of me still in the apron but now with my top down, breasts exposed, stiletto heels and hungry, wet pussy is almost more than you can take.... And I'm ready, ready to feel you inside me, it's what I've waited for all night. Your cock fits my pussy like a glove and the moment I get it inside me and start moving my body up and down against you, I'm ready to cum with you. You love my noises, and my moans and sighs push you over the edge and you cum hard. The throbbing of you sends me in to orgasmic euphoria. My nipples sweeping across your face while your mouth chases them. When our bodies finally start to calm, I take the blindfold off your eyes and kiss you. There is such passion in our kisses I don't ever want to release my lips from yours. I untie your hands and clean you up with my mouth and let you get your first bite of the food I so carefully prepared for you for dinner. During dinner, you look across the table at me.....with a twinkle in your eye and you say to me "thanks babe" and I know from your voice that my goal was accomplished....you love me. That Night... The night was pretty much a bust, we'd drove around town trying to find something to do, we wanted to sing but there wasn't any karaoke going on anywhere. And so we ended up in this college bar where we knew nobody. It wasn't so bad though, they had a jukebox and a few people dancing. We spent most of the evening on the patio; drinking, smoking, talking. And touching, there was lots and lots of touching. We knew our time together was short, and so every moment we were together we were touching in some way as if to get as much of each other in as possible before he had to leave. I loved the way I felt with him, he made me feel like I was the only girl in the room despite being surrounded by barely legal college girls in short skirts. Once, when coming back from the ladies, I was shocked to see this girl standing there talking to him wearing a ridiculously clingy, short number. And I felt a twinge of panic, as you do. But it was short lived when he spotted me over her shoulder and lit up, I made my way to his side and he very quickly put his arm around me and introduced me to the girl who came to chat him up, as if to reassure me. It made me tingle. Thirsty girl quickly made her retreat, and we were left to our own devices again. Without a word I turned to him and gave him a soft kiss, which he turned into something far more passionate and greedy. I didn't mind, not in the least, and soon those tingles turned into throbs. And when our lips parted I'm sure my cheeks were red, as if everyone in the bar knew what was going on in my jeans. He wasn't done there though, he leaned forward and wrapped his hand around the small of my back pulling me close so that he could whisper in my ear, "When we get home, I'm going to lick you for at least an hour." Now I knew my face was red. I said nothing, but just gave him a meaningful look as I took the last swig from my drink and took his hand to lead him towards the exit. The drive home was.... intense. His hand was on my thigh, and my pussy was aching so badly for him to just glide those fingers up a little further. A little pressure was all I needed at that point. But he kept chaste, all except for those looks he kept tossing my way over the center console. So when we got home I was a little caught off guard, when just as I got the door closed he turned on me and pinned me against it. Prying my lips apart with his tongue, and invading me with his wanting kisses. That was it, I was done playing the little lamb. My hands quickly made it to the buttons on his shirt, practically tearing them off as I desperately tried to get to the flesh beneath. I love the way his skin feels against my finger nails, I don't know why, but there's something about just gliding my nails over his chest, or shoulders that drives me crazy. I think it may be the shudders that it elicits. Whatever the case, it wasn't long before I pulled his shirt off and he was tossing mine aside as well. With his mouth on my neck, and my head lent back against the door I could feel his hands working at the button on my jeans and in one fell swoop they were on the floor along with my panties. And he was knelt down in front of me, with his face just in front of my throbbing, dripping cunt. I wanted him so badly, but he just looked up at me with this wicked smile on his face. And it wasn't until I hooked my leg over his shoulder and pulled him into me that he began his assault. I think he wanted it, wanted to know I wanted it, wanted me to get aggressive. And I wasn't sorry, because as soon as I felt his warm tongue begin to invade my slick crevice I felt elated, and weak, and so damn close. I couldn't believe how close I was already. I reached down, and tangled my fingers into his hair, pressing his face even tighter into eager grinds. My knees were getting weak, and his hands found my hips and gripped me for support as an earth shattering orgasm overtook me. I relaxed finally, and giggled just a little, looking down at him. He shined a slippery grin up at me, and told me in his husky voice, "Let's take this to the bedroom you're not done." Which elicited another gleeful giggle from my lips. So we left our pile of clothes in the doorway, and made the short trip to the bedroom. I gave him a smirk, and moved ahead of him so that I could crawl onto the bed. And from the edge, on all fours, I looked over my shoulder at him and pushed back, offering myself to him. I knew this drove him wild, I knew more than anything else he loved my ass and wanted everything to do with it. Loved the way it moved, the way it pressed back against him when we fucked, and the way I shook it when I came for him on cam. I wanted so badly for him to just slide up behind me, and fuck me like I knew he wanted to. I craved his cock inside me so badly I ached. So I was momentarily disappointed when he didn't automatically move to remove his pants. Instead, he walked up behind me and placed both hands on my ass just feeling, and looking at me as he again, lowered himself down onto his knees. No one had ever tasted me like that before, I was a bit put off, and unnerved. That is, until I felt it. His tongue pressed between my lips and slowly gliding back towards that tiny, untouched rosebud. "Oh fuck." I moaned. And he reached between my thighs, pressing a finger to my clit, as his tongue lapped at my new found erogenous zone. I buried my face in the bed, and pressed back against his probing tongue and fingers. Wanting more, and more. I could feel my wetness dripping down my thighs as I offered all of myself to his tasting. How did I never know how good this could feel? How did I never know that the moment he pushed his thumb into that tight hole, he'd send me over an edge I'd never thought even existed. The moment he stood up, and I felt the rather large bulbous head pressing at the opening to my longing pussy, with his finger still buried in my ass.... it was all over for me. All I remember from there out, is bliss and ecstasy. That is, until later that night, in my recovery I stepped over the pile of clothes in the doorway to get us a bowl of post-sex frosted flakes to share. :) That Night Our arms and legs were laced together. Our bodies pressed close in the softness of the night. Perhaps if we kept our eyes closed for a few more moments’ time really would stand still? I had come to her room after arriving late in the afternoon. Alone at last! And we had held one another tightly and kissed; oh how long it seemed since we last said goodbye three months ago – an eternity. We were both hungry and had enjoyed a light meal and a beer at Marlowe’s on 16th Street Mall – it was so, so good to see and hold Kathy again. We talked and chatted over dinner but now we were back in her room. We were both tired after the day’s travelling but we were elated to be together. I sat facing her as she lay on the bed; we both knew what we wanted and we really didn’t have to say anything but I needed to know that she still wanted to make love as we had talked about a few days earlier. We looked into each other’s eyes as she pulled me close to reassure me and to tell me that she wanted me to stay with her. I had brought a book of some stories we had both written and shared; she lay down on the bed to read them while I ordered a bottle of Moet and two glasses. I sat on the bed next to her while she flicked through the pages and read quickly through the stories; I gazed at her in awe as my fingers traced over her shoulders and caressed her as she lay there. A knock at the door and the champagne had arrived; we were alone at last! Popping the cork I poured two glasses of chilled Moet, which we sipped eagerly; it tasted so good. We lay down on the bed together again kissing and caressing one another; our lips brushing against our open mouths as our tongues teased and played together. Our eyes locked together as if savouring the increasing passion of each moment; we were both becoming increasingly aroused. I was the first to move. Quickly taking off my clothes, I stripped down to my Calvin’s while Kathy disappeared into the bathroom; she returned a minute later looking absolutely stunning in a white silk negligee. I reached up and pulled her down to rejoin me on the bed. I treasured her - her beauty, her fun-loving spirit, and the love we shared; everything about her. I knew that this might be the last time we would see one another, maybe forever, and I was going to be lost without her; my life would be incomplete. My craving would be so very desperate in the loneliness of my life without her; I struggled to choke back my own emotions. Finally, in a whisper, I broke the silence. "I'm going to carry the memories of this night with me forever, Kathy" I gently caressed her forehead and pulled my fingers through her long brown hair. She looked through her tears and deeply into my eyes. "We fit so perfectly together" I continued. I felt her breasts nestled gently against me. "Yes, we truly are like one body;" she replied softly and squeezed even closer to me. I kissed her hair. In our hearts, we knew the day was coming when I would have to return home to England but until now we had refused to face it. Now we had no choice. I would be on a plane in just a few hours. I started to say, "We may be physically apart but..." she put her finger to my lips and stopped me. Her eyes never left mine as she shook her head. My throat began to tighten with emotion but somehow I whispered, "I love you, Kathy" Leaning forward I kissed her. The kiss lingered and then deepened until we could no longer contain the emotions that welled up within; suddenly our passions were aflame. Her hands began exploring every inch of me as if it would be their last touch. Her mouth opened itself to me as if she wished to pull me in, body and soul, and never let go. I responded in kind by plunging my everything into her kiss. Our bodies writhed wildly in response. My hands caressed her body, gently pulling the silk negligee up to allow my fingers to touch her soft skin beneath. As my hands moved over her I felt her legs part as my fingers traced a line downwards and found her – she was so wet. “See what you do to me?” she said. Her body arched in response to the caress of my fingers over her clitoris; her mouth pulled itself free from mine as she whispered “Oh David, I want to feel you inside me” She moved herself onto my finger which slid easily across the surface of her G spot as she sought to find greater pleasure by the movement of her own body against my fingertip. I wanted her so much; to feel her under my touch. I wanted to hear her call my name and feel her claw marks in my back as a reminder of her. In the months to come, I hoped desperately that the memories I held within me of these things would see me through the long empty nights. With our fingers entwined, I pulled her wrists up above her head and pushed her firmly down on the bed. We gripped each other tightly as her back arched again and she pushed her body upwards towards mine; pressing down, I held her hands in place while I licked and nibbled gently at her neck, her ears, her shoulders and finally caressing around the edge of her soft lips. She was beginning to thrash and moan in earnest. I sucked and nibbled her firmly as my lips caressed her neck and shoulders again before plunging down to her left breast. Letting her hands free, I gently twisted and flicked her right nipple with my fingers while I sucked and caressed her left nipple with my mouth. She pushed her fingers in my hair, telling me how she loved to feel me caress her breasts. My aching cock was still imprisoned in my pants, straining with anticipation and sensing this, Kathy slipped her fingers into the band, silently encouraging me to slip them off; in a moment we were both naked. I lay between her open legs, my cock now released and throbbing as I began to gently rub myself against her – our eyes locked together again as the sensations we felt pulsing through us began to heighten. We were grinding and kissing deeper and deeper until I became so totally lost in her. The sounds of our lovemaking increased in the stillness of the darkened room. Then suddenly I felt her rake at my back and begin to shudder beneath me. My cock pressed at the opening of her pussy and so easily slipped gently inside its warm and moist interior; deep inside. She moaned, "Oh, David…" I felt her hips grinding herself hard now onto my cock as she again softly sighed at me. "David, I want you now; don’t tease me " she whispered as my cock pulled out before slowly plunging back into her. Sitting back, I ran my hands lightly over her thighs. She opened herself to me and I began to submerge myself in her sweet musk; our eyes still locked as slowly I lowered my head between her legs. She was incredibly wet now and my mouth and tongue lapped slowly over her, pausing briefly to gently bite and nibble; she now opened herself completely and pulled my head closer into her as my tongue flicked and played beneath. “I want you now”; she said as she closed her eyes, "Fuck me, David. I want to feel you come inside me. Fuck me!" she cried again. Lying between her open legs, I lifted myself up over her heaving body and grasped her hands over her head again; our fingers tightly intertwined and now positioned over her, I began to guide my throbbing cock towards her as our bodies touched gently with the passion and excitement we both felt. Our eyes again locked together as our mouths opened and our tongues played teasingly between soft kisses. My cock was slick now from the juices that poured from her as it touched the inside of her thighs and probed again for the opening to her pussy. It slid easily inside its warm and soft interior, plunging deeper and deeper with every successive thrust of my hips. I paused momentarily so that we could both savour the intense sexual feelings which we both felt; and then began again gently pushing myself down and further into her. The sound of our lovemaking quickened but passed unnoticed, as we were lost in ourselves. "Don't stop! David, please don't stop. I want to cum. fuck me. Please, David! Don't stop!" Time stood still. I have no idea how long we made love as over and over again our bodies played together in ecstasy. Our orgasms seemed to go on and on forever. Eventually we lay in each other’s arms – my cock still inside her throbbing gently as the intensity of our passion gradually subsided. I looked down at Kathy again. Her hair was splayed wildly on the pillow as she lay there next to me. I gently caressed her, moving my fingers lightly over her body and touching her momentarily wherever my hand travelled. Eventually I withdrew my still hard cock from her as she moaned in playful annoyance. My hand moved underneath her as my fingers searched between her ass – pressing gently and probing. She was still wet with the juices from our lovemaking as I found her tight ass. She moved as if to position herself on my probing finger as it pushed harder at the tight muscle that guarded the entrance to her. I sensed she wanted to feel me inside her again – but this time here; at this place. Gently my finger massaged and teased around her ass until gradually it began to open to allow my finger to explore inside. Just a little at first; gently my finger played and caressed her before it pushed inside – just an inch, to encourage the muscle to relax and open more widely. Oh this felt so, so good. The sensations rippled through me as I felt her body opening for me again at this so sensitive place. Kathy’s breathing quickened again as she moved herself down onto my finger – our tongues and lips played in unison with its unseen yet sensual penetration below. Our mouths opened, kissing passionately. “I love you so much Kathy” I said. “ I want you to fuck my ass now” she said as we both sensed that her muscle had relaxed invitingly. We both moved apart now in readiness for the next phase of our lovemaking. She reached across and handed me the lubricant, which I poured liberally over my finger and cock, gently coating them with the slippery liquid. She turned her back and knelt on the bed facing away from me with her naked ass high in the air. I caressed under her, feeling my fingers slide easily first into her pussy and then with more resistance into her now open ass. I knelt behind her, close; my cock hard and throbbing once again as it pressed gently forward between her ass cheeks, probing for the opening it so desperately wanted to find. I rotated my hips in unison with hers. And then it was inside. Just an inch at first as my cock eased itself deeper with every slow and gentle thrust. We were so close now – physically and in every way possible. I held her hips and gently pulled her backwards; from behind my cock drove itself deeper into her ass as the pace of our trusts quickened yet again. The feeling of tightness around my swollen cock was unimaginable as I penetrated deeper and deeper until we could both contain our orgasms no longer. "Oh, David!" she screamed. “Oh Kathy, yes” I mouthed breathlessly. She gasped with pleasure and her body began to tremble furiously as the orgasm she had craved welled up within her and then exploded inside her body. Pure ecstasy hit her in wave after glorious wave until with one final thrust we both and collapsed in exhausted silence onto the crumpled sheets. Soon our breathing slowed and we held each again. The moonlight streaked across our nude intertwined bodies through a gap in the curtains. Holding her close to me, I rested my nose and forehead gently against hers and waited. Who would be the first to put into words to the longing and sadness that we both felt? I wanted so much to share this last quiet night together. Unlike mine, her eyes remained closed but I knew she wasn't sleeping. We huddled that way for some time before in the soft moonlight I saw a sign of life - a single tear escaped its prison and begins its lonely journey. It overflowed her lower eyelid before crossing her smooth cheek and rolling down the sleek line her jaw. From there it plunged helplessly over the edge of her chin and into the oblivion of her pillowcase. Turning to look down on her, I kissed each of her eyelids and she began to weep quietly. I pulled her closer into my nakedness until I felt we couldn't possibly be two bodies. "Come back to me soon," she whispered in my ear. "I promise," I replied. "I will." Gently kissing her lips. At last, it was time to give ourselves to the night. The end That Night Many thanks to my friend "Kelty", who was kind enough to edit my first draft. Thanks Bebé! ------------------------------------------------- I met Caitlyn at the birthday party of a mutual friend. In fact, my boyfriend introduced me to her. After my boyfriend manipulated our introduction, I soon learned Caitlyn was bisexual and had a boyfriend; something I'm sure he'd taken into account. We started talking and seemed to have a lot in common, right down to the fact that we hadn't tried anything really serious with girls, as we both would consider it cheating. Although we often took the submissive role in our current relationships, Caitlyn was the likely submissive while playing with a woman. Our similarities created a strong beginning to our friendship, while our differences were entertaining. A month after I met her, we decided to take the boyfriends out to dinner, to see if they got along as well. Inevitably, the topic turned to sex. Typical men. Caitlyn's boyfriend explained his desire to let her be with another woman. He understood she considered it cheating, but figured if he could watch, it wouldn't count, especially since Caitlyn had his direct approval of the deed. Caitlyn didn't want him to be there the first time. She figured it would be too much like a performance if he was around. Stalemate. It was my boyfriend who came up with the solution. Aware of Caitlyn's submissive nature, he suggested that her boyfriend persuade her to be with a woman, making sure the woman was dominate so Caitlyn couldn't argue. At that point, I was beginning to feel set up, and oddly enough, a little turned on. In the past, my boyfriend had expressed his desire to see me with another woman. It was one of those things he never really pressured about, but always presented as an option. I asked him whether or not he'd planned this. The sudden redness along his cheek bones and ear lobes said more than his stilted speech could have ever confessed. And yet, I was intrigued. Obviously, the boys had planned this. At the moment I wasn't particularly interested to find out how, but I was definitely intrigued by the possibilities. The boys set it up; therefore, the boys say its okay. It was more like giving in to the demands of my "dominant partner", rather than cheating on my boyfriend. Especially if he watched someday in the future. Not the first time, of course, I was with Caitlyn on the idea of not creating a performance. I wanted my first time going all the way with a woman to be no holds barred, not "hold that pose while they take it in". Now all I had to do was convince Caitlyn to come around to my point of view. From the excitement building in her eyes, it would not a terribly difficult job. I decided that convincing her would have to be a physical task. I was sitting next to her, so I put my hand high on her thigh, delightfully bare beneath a short skirt, and waited for her to look at me. Which she did with rapidity and some surprise. "Gwy, what are you…" she started, but before she could finish her sentence, I leaned over and took her mouth. Unexpectedly, she welcomed my tongue as it delved between her lips, and was soon moaning quietly while my tongue stroked hers in an imitation of the mating ritual. I pulled back a moment later, to see her skin flushed a rosy pink, and the men undecided on whether to gawk or cat call. My boyfriend broke the silence first. "Thank God that we're in a dark restaurant… Well, I guess Gwylan's in. It's all up to yours now," he observed, directing his comments to Caitlyn's boyfriend. "She's in too," came the response, before Caitlyn could even muster up the breath to form a protest. What can I say; I'm rather proud of my kissing technique. "What do you say? Tonight?" My boyfriend asked, directing the question at the appropriate person. Caitlyn's boyfriend nodded. "Definitely." Caitlyn looked at me, and I winked at her. We smiled. Tonight would be very interesting. The meal ended quickly after that, as if anticipation made eating just another thing to get out of the way. Caitlyn and I left the restaurant talking quietly together, while the boys trailed behind. I'm sure they thought we were teasing each other with promises for tonight, but really, we were planning where to meet once we lost the men trailing behind us. We decided on a motel not far from either of our apartments, and split up to go drop the would-be voyeurs off at home, and change into something a little less formal. When my boyfriend and I arrived back at our apartment, he pulled me close to him, and looked into my eyes. "Baby, I know we've talked about you doing this for a while, but I want you to know, you don't have to go through with it if you don't want to." I looked at him, and could tell he meant it, even though this had been one of his fantasies for as long as we'd been together. I smiled at him, and told him that I was ready for this, and that I was glad for his support. I quickly changed, gave him a kiss, grabbed my purse and left the apartment. I pulled up outside the motel with my knees shaking and my hands a little unsteady. Sheesh, I felt like a virgin again, only this time, I didn't have Sex Ed to fall back on. I looked around for Caitlyn's car, and not spotting it, went and rented a room for the night. Typical motel room, but with one outstanding feature. The management had just replaced the mattress. I had to bounce on it a couple times, just to make sure it was up to my standards, of course. To be honest, I had to relieve some of the tension that was building with every moment I was in the room. I heard a car pull up outside and fleetingly wondered what Caitlyn had told the night clerk to get in a room I had just rented. I figured I might as well start the night off properly, so I met Caitlyn at the door, pulled her into the room, and sat her down on the visitors' chair. I looked her in the eyes and told her she had one last chance. Leave now, or don't leave until morning. Her whispered, "Stay", was barely out of her mouth before I caught those lips against my own, and dragged her flush against my decidedly aroused body. Decidedly aroused? Hell! I was pretty sure I had soaked my way through my panties and was starting on my jeans! I pulled her slowly to the bed, kissing her almost continuously; slightly afraid she'd still change her mind and bolt. We made it to the bed and I moved the two of us into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress. For a few moments we just looked at each other, and I came to a decision. I consider domination to be a relationship choice; I chose to start this one without it. I moved closer to Caitlyn and gave her a quick peck on the lips, and she seemed to be puzzled when I pulled back. "Gwy, what are you doing? Why are you teasing me?" "Caitlyn, we already have partners that satisfy the part that needs a spanking every once in a while. Why can't we just be intimate friends? Equals." Caitlyn frowned a little, pulling her forehead into a cute little furrow that I longed to smooth out. In all honesty, I sometimes felt very protective of her; she seemed so petite and confused. Then her face cleared, and she gave a smile that reminded me that hidden behind that pixie face was a black belt ass kicker. "Gwylan, I think that's an excellent idea. You being in charge might have put a cramp in my plans for tonight. I want to be able to touch you, taste you, lick you all over, and I damn well don't want to ask to do it. Come here." I leaned over, expecting a reciprocation of my earlier welcome, and I wasn't disappointed. Practically grabbing me by the ears, Caitlyn pulled me down on top of her, crossways on the bed. Her agile tongue teased my own , slipped in and out of my lips, flicked against my tongue , swirled along the corner of my mouth, and every once in a while, skipped lightly across my lower lip before diving back into the melee. And I thought I could kiss! Through the haze of increasing horniness, I realized she was running her hands lightly up and down my sides, and along my lower back, growing familiar with the curves of spine and hips. I wondered if she did it naturally in appreciation of a good kiss, or whether she was unconsciously finding the best places to use as hand holds later on. A few seconds later, I think became overrated as Caitlyn decided that being on the bottom was not going to suit her needs, and rolled with me to switch our positions. Her kiss was broken in the process, but her lips roamed my collar bone and neck, and I began to moan. God I love that! My nipples tightened, and my already more than dripping pussy began a low throb. Caitlyn reached to unbutton my shirt, and pulled slightly away from my hypersensitive flesh. Without the contact of her mouth, I realized that my hands were able to do more than convulsively grasp her hair. I reached for her shirt, thankfully a pull over because, while I could move my hands and arms, they just weren't up to the challenge of buttons. Hell, snaps might be a problem. "God, Gwylan. You were twitching like a bug on raid." Caitlyn smiled a little, obviously delighted that I was so responsive. "My neck is hypersensitive. Jack likes to sneak up behind me and nibble on my neck too. He knows it'll get me going. It's like guaranteed sex, cause it makes me so wet." I giggled, "Jack says I twitch like a fish out of water, but I think I like your analogy better." Caitlyn giggled a little too, but she'd finally gotten to the last button on my shirt, so neither of us was laughing long. Soon, I was teasing her nipples with my fingers and moaning, while she used her amazing mouth on my tits. And if my boobs were jealous of my lips before, my lips were now gasping their envy. With more flesh to play with, and the ability to get her hands involved, Caitlyn was quickly proving herself to be my favourite breast fondler. She licked, nibbled, bit, tugged, pulled and sucked on my tits, paying close attention to my nipples but definitely making the rest feel included. In between her licks and sucks, she let out a moan as I pulled and tugged her nipples, lifting and rubbing her titties with as much pleasure as I was getting from her manipulations. I quickly reached the edge of my tolerance for merely that type of play. While Caitlyn seemed happy enough to sit and suck my boobies all night (a thought I filed away for later), I was ready to move to the part that I'd wanted to try for a long time. I flipped her small body over, and kissed her again, reaching between our bodies for the tab of her jeans. I lowered the zipper and flipped loose the button, thankful that women didn't have junk that got caught in the fly. Caitlyn arched into my fingers when I dipped them into the crease at the top of her soaked pussy. I quickly pulled her jeans down and off her body, take a few moments to nip the insides of her knees during the process, and to enjoy the view of her naked body arching toward me. From my VIP seat between her knees, I could see the juice dripping slowly down the crease of her ass, and the tension of her muscles as she waited for my verdict. "Well? Do you like it? We can stop if you don't want to go any further. I-" Caitlyn's nervous monologue was cut off with a quick kiss to her talking lips, and a glide of my finger along the lips under discussion. "Caitlyn, I think it's beautiful. In fact, I think it's so pretty, I have to kiss it." I could see the visible relaxation of Caitlyn's muscles as she smiled at my corny attempt at humour, and she pulled her legs further apart as I looked down on her once again. Just to make sure she wasn't going to bolt, I began to lick her nipples first, drawing them to hard points on her palm sized tits. I worked my way down her body, nibbling the underside of her rib cage, swirling in her belly button, until I reached the point at the top of the crease that I had dipped my fingers into a few minutes earlier. I licked the plump outer lips of her vulva, avoiding the centre which was decorated in a simple line of dark hair that matched the deep black of her ponytail. I bit gently at the inside of her thighs, enjoying her part squeal, part half-breath that she seem unable to control. Her hands were soon wrapped in my falling down bun, pulling my head towards the magic button at the top of her slit. For a while I resisted. I enjoyed the tugging on my hair, sure, but the best part was listening to the breathy moans, and helpless whimpers coming from her parted lips. I moved my own mouth back to the top of the nearly hairless mound, and began to slide my tongue in long sweeping glides from the top of her thigh, down into the crease of her leg and her slit, and back up again on the other side. With every sweep, my tongue was bombarded with her juice. It was sweet and tangy at the same time, different from what I was used to, but definitely just as good. A sharp tug on my head brought me away from that train of thought, and firmly back to where she thought it should be. Focused on her pussy. I decided to try one of the tricks that I was incredibly fond of. I sucked on the lips of her cunny, pulling them away from her body, and then let them go with a snap that created a soft tap on her clit. Her startled but appreciative moans indicated that I should do it again, and so for a few minutes I repeated the move, interspersing it with a quick lick to the button in the centre. Soon, though, my tiring tongue told me that it was time to get on with the main event. I began to flick my tongue back and forth, up and down on her clit, while slowly sliding two fingers into her wet slit. Still teasing her button, I sped up my finger movements until I felt the tell-tale irregular clutching around my fingers. Swiftly, I curled my fingers up, dragging them along the spongy ceiling of her pussy, while almost simultaneously sealing my lips around her clit to suck hard. She exploded. She contracted so powerfully around my fingers I knew I would lose one if I tried to pull them out. She screamed so loud that ten minutes later I was still waiting for the night manager to show up to investigate, and her face reminded me of a circus clown. She was beautiful. Laying there limp, and from the look of it, completely sated, I was feeling very smug. I crawled up close, pulling her into my arms. We kissed lightly, both a little short of breath, and she rested her head on my breast. "God, Gwy… That was fantastic. I mean my boyfriends great, but WOW! It pays to have insider knowledge." I laughed. "I admit I didn't come up with all that myself, but I definitely like knowing where the good spots are." I kissed her again, and noticed her tongue was an enthusiastic participant, but the rest of her seem a little wiped out. "Okay, Caitlyn. Bed time." She giggled. "I am in bed." I grinned, and explained, "I mean, time for sleep." "Gwy… but what about you? I can --" "Don't worry about it. We have ‘til tomorrow at one in here. And lots of time after that. I‘ll be fine. It‘s not the first time I've had ‘blue balls'." She giggled at that, and snuggled down lower on the bed. I pulled the covers off the bed and we tucked ourselves in. Caitlyn promised to fix my "problem" in the morning and the fell fast asleep. Wrestling my share of the covers back, I glanced down at my friend and new playmate. I smiled. What can I say? I'm rather proud of my kissing technique. That Night It's Wednesday, work is slow and my mind is in a hundred places – none of which have anything to do with the presentation I am working on. Switching over to my e-mail, I see that I have a message from you. I smile and click on the subject so I can read your note. As usual, it's short: I might be headed north this weekend. Was wondering if you wanted to display your skills on Sunday evening? Again not sure if I am going. Not sure where I'll be. I smile and click reply. My response is simple: Well, how about you keep me posted on your whereabouts and we can determine Sunday when you know for sure. I send my message and go back to working on my presentation. Soon, however, my thoughts begin to wander again. This time, thinking about you and the possibility of meeting this weekend….. The weather Saturday is warm and sunny. I finish packing my bag and read your e-mail once last time before shutting down my computer. Your message says to meet you Saturday afternoon. I'm supposed to give you a call on my way and we can decide where to meet. I lock my house and get on the road. The drive is familiar and it goes quickly. I'm trying to not think about seeing you and how it may make me feel. I'm trying to not think about what this weekend may result in – about how you may be able to help me discover a new side of myself. Pulling into the gas station, I get out, stretch my legs and begin to fill up my car. I dial you on my cell phone. Your voice says hello, how is the drive? Fine, I respond. We chat for a few minutes and decide to meet at a local restaurant for something to eat. We can decide the rest of the day after dinner. Another hour goes by and I walk into the restaurant. You're already there, sitting at the bar enjoying a beer. You turn and see me as the wooden door shuts loudly behind me. Getting up from the stool, you join me at the door, giving me a slight hug. After being seated, you break the silence with a smirk and, "I'm surprised you actually came." "Are you disappointed," I ask. "Not at all," you answer. The conversation comes fairly quickly after that. We talk over dinner about the safe topics…family, work, friends, up north. You make sure to get in your fill of "whys," and I try to answer without becoming too flustered. It isn't until after we've finished eating, not to mention a few drinks, that our discussion takes a different turn. It starts fairly innocently, talking about sexual likes and dislikes, things we've tried and hope to still try. It's a different feeling to be talking like this in person versus on the phone, and the conversation is causing me to grow warm. I smile and excuse myself to the restroom. When I get back, rather than sit down, I lean in and whisper if you are ready to go. My warm breath tickles and I take a risk as I give you a soft kiss on the ear. We leave together, walking to the back of the building and our cars. The sun is getting low in the sky, and we agree that a bon fire on the beach would be a nice end to the day. Driving separately we stop at the local gas station to get firewood, newspaper and something to drink. A short 15-minute drive and we pull into the beach parking lot. Being that it is later in the season, the chilly night air has caused most of the daytime beach goers to pack up and head home – only a couple of cars remain. And, making me more pleased, once on the beach, we find the remaining group of people are far down the coast in the opposite direction we are headed. We get the fire going easily and spread out the blankets. Burying my feet in the cool sand sends tingles throughout my body. Or was it your accidental touch as you get comfortable behind me, propping your self up on your elbows? The sun is getting close to setting, and the sky is that mixture of orange, yellow and pink that only comes during a Lake Michigan sunset. The water is calm except for the constant quiet lapping against the shore. Behind us, the stars and the almost full moon have begun to make their nightly appearance. We're silent watching the sun meet the lake. It doesn't take long before it disappears completely and the darkness of night begins to set in. With the sun gone, the air starts to get cooler. I shiver slightly and try to wrap my sweatshirt tighter. Laying on my side, I feel your hand feel my shoulder, pulling me closer to you to try to warm me up. My hair falls away from my neck a bit, and before I realize it, your lips are grazing my skin. Your mouth is soft and moist, and my eyes close as I roll onto my back. Kissing up my neck your lips find mine and I taste you for the first time, softly at first, growing deeper. You roll closer to me as your mouth continues to explore mine. Feeling your body press against me, your hands move over my body from my neck, down my side, finding my ass. Our lips part for a moment, and you look at me. I smile and shiver again. "We should get going, it's getting really cold out here," you say. I agree and we part and begin pushing sand over the fire to put it out. Gathering the blankets, we walk in the moonlight back to the cars. With the cars loaded, the moment grows awkward. I suddenly realize I hadn't thought ahead to really think about where I was going to stay tonight. Going through my mental list of "up north" friends, I decide who to call once we part. Turning to you, I reach to give you a hug. "I had a nice night," I say. "I didn't think it was over," you reply. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because you chuckle and tell me to follow you back to your house. "You didn't think I was going to just let you drive off this late at night alone, did you," you say with a smirk. "Come on, it's not that far." With that you turn and get in your car. Smiling, I get in mine and follow you out of the parking lot. The drive is quiet and I keep the radio off so I can hear my thoughts. Of course, I can't begin to figure out what I am thinking. All I know is that I am following you back to your house and have no idea where the rest of the night will lead. Arriving at your house, you lead me through the door. Once it's closed, you push me back against it, kissing me hard on the mouth, your tongue pushing and feeling mine. I moan and your hands urgently explore my body. I grab at your back, pulling your body closer. Then, as quickly as you kissed me, you stop. Breathless, I gasp and try to pull you back to me, groaning in frustration. You resist with a smile and turn to walk into the house. I drop my backpack and follow you, looking around the house. I notice the window overlooking the lake and walk toward it. The moon is reflecting off the water, and despite the darkness in the house, it lights the room. I can hear you behind me. And soon your arms are wrapped around me and you are kissing the back of my neck. I turn around to face you. Grabbing my hand you start walking. "Come on, I'll show you where you can sleep," you say. Picking up my bag, I follow you into a bedroom. I turn around to grab you, and you hug me and kiss me lightly on the mouth, softly. "Good night," you whisper. Confused, I ask, "aren't you going to tuck me in?" "Not tonight," you respond. "Sleep well." You close the door behind you as you leave. Frustrated and very confused, I pick up my bag, change my clothes and crawl into the cool sheets. The clock next to the bed says 1:30 a.m. 30 minutes later, I couldn't stand it anymore. My feet hit the floor and the door squeaks as it opens. Walking lightly down the hall, I peak into your bedroom. The moonlight lets me see that you appear to be sleeping. I push the door wider and your eyes slowly open. I guess you weren't as asleep as I thought. Without a word, I crawl into bed with you. My silk nightie brushes across your body as I lay down next to you. Your chest is bare and you are wearing shorts. I rub your chest while kissing your neck softly – working my way down to your chest. Finding your nipples I take each one in turn in my mouth. Licking them with my tongue, sucking them and teasing them with my teeth. Your body shutters quietly next to me. My hand continues rubbing you, easing your shorts down over your hips. Glancing down I see your cock for the first time. I immediately feel that stirring inside of me – that need to taste you, to feel you, to suck you, to please you. You're already hard, and I reach out and touch the head of your cock softly. You and your cock flex at my touch and a soft moan escapes your lips. I have to taste you. I bend down, kissing your stomach, moving around your cock to your thighs, leaving a wet trail with my tongue. I start by licking your head, circling it, pushing just the tip past my tight lips. Your hands rest on my head, guiding me gently but not forcing me. I open my mouth a little wider, allowing all of your cock into my soft, wet mouth. My moan is stifled with your thickness, and you groan at the feeling of my moans vibrating on your cock. I begin to suck, taking you almost completely out of my mouth, then letting you plunge to the back of my throat. I tighten my lips, then soften them, letting my tongue wave up and down your hard shaft. Your cock feels so amazing in my mouth. I let my eyes travel up your body and I see that you are relaxed, watching me, your lips slightly parted. My mouth finds your balls and I lick between them and behind them – all around them. Gently I take each in my mouth, rolling them with my tongue, sucking them a little harder. Licking from the back of your balls, up them and all the way up your cock, sliding you all back into my mouth. You groan and push my head a bit, pulling my hair. I continue to suck your cock and your hips start to rock slightly, helping push past my tight lips. Faster and harder, moaning from pleasure and my desire to feel you between my thighs. "Do you like how I taste, how hard I feel in your tight little mouth," you say quietly. This only increases my desire to suck you, harder, faster, slowing down a bit, teasing you with my lips and my tongue. I sense that you are getting close to cumming, your hips are moving faster and your breath has become quicker. I don't want to let you cum yet. I need to feel your cock inside of me first. Letting you fall out of my mouth, I move and kiss you hard on the mouth. Each of my legs on either side of you, straddling your body I raise my nightie over my head. Your hands immediately grab for my breasts. You sit up and squeeze one while taking the other in your mouth. My head rolls back and I feel my tits getting hard with your touch. You reach around me, pulling you close. Reaching between my legs I guide your cock to my pussy. I'm already wet, my juices dripping. You slide in easily and we both sigh. Rocking myself on your cock, you lay back on the pillows. Riding you I feel my body begin to warm all over. The rush starts, riding you harder and faster, I moan and clench my hands on your chest as I cum. My pussy clenches around your cock as my orgasm subsides. My eyes reopen a bit and you sit up and kiss me softly, letting your tongue trace my lips. You roll me over onto my back and open my thighs. My breath is still heavy from cumming yet you thrust yourself into me hard, taking me, engulfing me. Your hand reach down and grab my ass as you pump me. Your moans are getting louder, and you groan that you are close to cumming. "Please cum on me, let me see your cum all over me," I sigh. It seems that's all your need and you pull out of me and begin to spasm. Moaning my name I feel you spill yourself onto my tits, chin and mouth. Letting your cock find my mouth, I milk the rest of your cum from you, swallowing what I can. We collapse next to each other, quiet, breathing heavily from our release. I roll over and kiss you. "I hope I helped you feel good," I say quietly. "Thank you for letting me try and thank you for a wonderful night." I get up to go back to my bedroom and you pull me back to the bed. "Stay here tonight, please." You pull up the blankets and soon we've both fallen into a quiet sleep. That Night The house was dark. A motion light above the driveway was the only light that allowed me to see the steps. I knocked on the door. From somewhere inside the depths of the house a deep voice responded. "It's open," he said. Carefully I walked inside. As I crossed the threshold my eyes became adjusted to the dim light inside the house. I could see the light coming from the television. I walked into the living area to find him laying on the couch with the blanket up to his chin watching CNN as usual. "I have groceries for you," I told him. He didn't like to get out much, so it had become nearly a habit for me to get him something each time I happened to go to the grocery store. It was no big deal because he always paid me back. "Damn girl! Is it late enough?" he asked. "Sorry, I couldn't get away until now." I said. I proceeded into the kitchen to put away the groceries. I knew he wouldn't get up to put them away because his back and knees were hurting. That is the price he paid for being an entertainer and attempting to break-dance each night. At forty years old his break dancing was nearly breaking his body. I walked back over to him after I'd stuffed everything in the small refrigerator. He handed me some money for the groceries. It was a little more than I'd spent this time, but I'd make it up the next time. "They made me dance last night. I was really trying just to play music, but someone asked for the Michael Jackson impersonation. My body hurts bad," he complained. "Well, you know I've been told that I'm pretty good at massages." "No way girl! You better get down here." He flipped over on to his stomach and I got down on my knees beside the couch. I started massaging his shoulders and feeling my way down his back, trying to work out each knot. I was absorbed watching my white pudgy hands rub deeply into his black muscular backside. He moaned pleasurably with each knot I worked loose. I worked my thumbs into the muscles of his neck, all the way up to the base of his baldhead. I rubbed my hands down the length of his spine. I worked my hands deeply into his lower back, because I knew this was an area that caused him a lot of pain. I had to pull back his covers to really get at his lower back. He was only wearing a pair of black jockey shorts. I worked hard into his lower back and then I pressed up his spine and I heard an audible pop and he sighed in relief. "My thighs and my calves hurt too. Could you rub those?" he asked. I pulled back the covers completely. I took one leg at a time. First I worked his thigh with both hands, kneading the muscle. I then worked my way down to his calf. Suddenly he rolled over on his back. I didn't dare look at his jockey shorts because I had a sneaking suspicion that he'd be standing at half mass. "Please, keep rubbing my legs. It feels good," he said. I started with the other leg and worked my hands into his thigh muscle and then down to the calf muscle. I went back and forth between both legs. Then he grabbed my hand. He placed it right on top of his jockey shorts. I began to massage his thick bulge through his shorts. He reached into his shorts and pulled out the biggest black cock I'd ever seen, with the exception of pornos and the Internet. It was already pretty hard as I put my hand around the shaft, my fingers not quite reaching my thumb. He moved my hand down the to the base of his shaft. "Squeeze tight, but don't pump too hard." he explained. I wasn't used to a man with an uncircumcised cock. I'm used to being able to pump right from the get go. Apparently, through careful touching, you get the tip of the cock nice and wet, enough so that you can then pull back the foreskin and begin to pump. Accidentally, I began to pump too quickly and he jerked. "Be careful, you can rip the skin," he explained. I apologized for my mistake and decided that my mouth would wet his cock even faster. I filled my mouth up with saliva, and slowly lowered my lips to the tip of this cock. Slowly and softly I began to lick and slightly suck on the tip of his hard cock. I dipped my tongue down in between the head and the foreskin, slowly wetting the skin so I could ease back the skin. Slowly because of my saliva and his wetness, I was able to start pumping my hand. I felt the skin on his cock slide back and the head emerged wet and purple. Then I began to put my true mouth talents to work on him. I put on the same suction that I'd used previously on his tongue. I hate to distinguish between a small or large cock, because I'm really happy with any size, but this man was rather well endowed quite literally. I'm sure I only got about 1/3 of his cock into my mouth, perhaps not even that. What was lacking in my mouth I made up with my hand, though truthfully my mouth was still stretched at its limits just to get my lips around him. I did suck on him as best I could and I swirled my tongue around his pulsing head and let it tickle right under the ridge, where the head meets shaft. I began to get a rhythm down, by sucking and pumping, hand meeting mouth. With my other hand I began to use my finger nails around his thighs and in between his legs. I caressed over his balls and began to search for his sweet spot. I had recently learned about a man's cock actually descends down into the body, so that if you press just behind the balls you can find his inner cock. I pushed and found the shaft inside and began to caress there as well. As I worked him I could hear him moaning and saying "damn" a few times. I started to place my mouth on his and about this time he sat up and met me with a kiss. I showed his tongue the same attention I'd just shown his cock. He jumped off the couch and instructed that I should, "Get naked." The house had all hard wood floors and I could hear him walking to his bedroom searching for a condom. Quickly I did as he'd instructed. Though I didn't do it because he'd instructed, I was horny and was eager to feel his large cock inside me again. While he was busy in the search of a condom, I took the chance to masturbate quickly. There is a bad aspect to having a large cock; being spontaneous or having a quickie is difficult because if the woman is not wet enough to accommodate the man it can get painful. The first time I'd had a little trouble with his size, so I had to make sure I was pretty wet before he tried to ramrod me. I sat there on his leather couch and played with my clit and just as I heard his footsteps I began to shake as an orgasm surged through me. As he came into the room I was pulling my fingers out of my pussy. The only light in the room was coming from the television, which was now set to B.E.T. I don't know if the light allowed him to see the slight flush to my face or the little aftershock twitches my body was going through, but he did have an interesting grin on his face with an half cocked eyebrow. I simply stared at him and took the fingers that had been in my pussy and stuck them in my mouth. I made audible sucking noises and when I pulled my fingers out of my mouth, I made a come hither gesture with the same fingers. With his long legs he made the distance across the living room in two steps. He stood in front of me with his tree trunk of a cock hanging between his legs. I quickly sat up and grabbed his massive member and wrapped my lips around him once more. I began to pump him with my mouth and hand once more, while my other hand caressed his legs and balls. Occasionally he reached down and grabbed on to my tits, twisting them in his fingers. Finally, when he had enough of my mouth, he moved back so that he could put the condom on his cock. He was intent on punishing me with his weapon of mass destruction disguised as a cock. "You know the way I want you," he said with a glint in his eye. I knew the way he liked it, doggy style. He liked his white women with big asses, long blonde hair, and on all fours. I got up to move into position on the couch. The minute I stood up and turned around he made a hissing noise. "Mmm, yesssss! That's what I wanted to see," he said. Softly he caressed my ass, and then like a whip he slapped my ass hard. I'm quite sure there was a red handprint left there. I got into position and tried to separate my legs enough to accommodate him. I got my ass high in the air. He rubbed my pussy searching for the right hole. He guided his cock to my pussy. I could feel the head of his cock prying me open. Slowly he pushed against me and little by little I began to stretch to allow him inside me. He worked himself in and out of me a few times, until he was sure I was all lubed up. Then he began to pick up speed and began to really pound his cock into me. As I threw my long bleach blonde hair over so that it was cascading down my backside, he grabbed onto it and pulled me back by the hair. I was on all fours with my ass in the air and my head up because of my blonde hair being pulled. My tits shook with each stroke he gave me as his massive hard on slid in and out of my stretched pussy, pounding me unmercifully. He reached around me and twisted my nipples. I moaned with each slam he pumped into me, and I could feel his cock all the way into my stomach. I reached in between my legs and began to rub my clit as he pummeled me from behind. I began to cum and as I did I yelled out the customary "I'm cumming". He began to pound me harder until I was sure I was going to taste the tip of his cock. "I don't feel it! Am I too big?" he asked. "I think so," I said. He wanted to feel me cum on his huge tool. I had told him that I could ejaculate and he got a big turn on by that, but he was blocking my flow with his substantial male member. "We could do it my way." I suggested. He pulled out of me and released my hair, his way of agreeing. He sat down on the couch and helped me up and around. I straddled his lap. I pushed his cock in such a way that my pussy lips were actually enveloping him. I reached down to my sex and found my hard little bud. I began to rub my clit in circles. He grabbed on to my tits and began to manipulate my breast tissue in his hands. I looked down and couldn't help but marvel at his big brown hands and the very peachy soft tissue of my breasts peaking through his fingers. With my free had I put it behind his head and pushed his face into mine and began to devour his lips and tongue. As my fingers worked me up I kissed him harder and harder and he got rougher and rougher with my breasts. Finally I felt an orgasm building inside my body, and I let out an animal grunt as my body gave way and I began to shake and convulse. He put my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. I felt the familiar contractions in my pussy and the feeling of almost having to pee, even though you don't actually. My pussy muscles contracted and I released a gigantic gush of my feminine essence all over his cock and balls, even some into his lap. As I kept rubbing a steady stream of juices cascading down and over his cock and balls. Orgasm after orgasm rocketed through me. He kissed my lips, down my neck, and over my breasts. I my body convulsed against him. He couldn't let me have all the fun and he raised me up and positioned his cock right at my pussy. I kept rubbing and kept gushing even as I lowered myself on to him. There was a slight resistance at first and that was mainly because female ejaculate itself does nothing for lubrication. It actually can wash it away in some cases. My body soon realized what was coming and there was enough wetness to slowly slide onto his mega member. Just as he was fully inside me I had yet another orgasm, and, of course, this time I was unable to ejaculate because of his blockage. He was able to feel my muscles contract and release all around his cock. I began to ride him as fast and as hard as I could. I held onto the back of couch, which gave me more leverage to ride him faster and faster. I was suddenly wishing I had exercised a bit more since some serious lunges were in order because my thighs were on fire. He tried to suck my tits as I rode him, but I kept going up and down, which made my tits hard to catch. I did kiss him and then bite his lip pulling it out a little. He reached behind me and grabbed my ass hard and I knew he was close to cumming. He slapped my ass hard on both cheeks and I began to ride him feverishly. I yelled out and began to jump up and down on his cock. I felt my biggest orgasm rip though my body. I was thrown to the mercy of my body, and I was torn by orgasmic wave after wave. I bit into the side of his neck as he grunted and pushed himself deeper inside of me. We came together in a wonderful wave of passionate lust. We sat on the couch panting together, just holding on for dear life. Once we calmed down a bit he cleaned himself up and brought out a towel to clean me. He stood in front of me naked. "How do I look naked?" he asked. I told him he looked delicious, though in reality he looked slightly comical, though still very sexy. Here was this very tall, rather skinny, muscular black man standing in front of me with this tree truck of a cock hang slightly limp between his legs. You just had to wonder how he was able to stay up right when that thing got hard and filled up with blood. There would not be enough blood for the rest of his body. I stood up and grabbed his head and pulled him to me and kissed him. After we finished a very passionate kiss I said, "You look good enough to eat." "Damn girl! Don't get me started! You wanna go for round two?" he asked. The pulsing in my pussy told me that my body would not hold together for round two. "Na, hon I gotta go home. I wish I could spend the night, but I got responsibilities. You know." I told him. Such sacrifices for the life of a single mother! I got dressed and after a lovely kiss at the front door I left the same way I'd come in. I watched his head in window on the front door as I pulled out of the driveway. There was a part of me that really wanted to stay the night with him and sleep with my head on his chest. That would really be too good to be true. The logical part of me reminded my romantic side that this relationship was just for fun. No, emotions! Right? THE END