1 comments/ 68651 views/ 2 favorites Shades of Desire Ch. 1 By: CarolineOh I watched her cross the hotel bar towards our table with great desire and more than a small bit of insecurity. She moved with a regal grace that drew every eye in the room, and I was no exception, admiring her long legs and slender figure. I felt a moment of panic, fearful that I could never measure up to her simmering sensuality. My insecurity peaked when Sam rose and greeted her with a kiss. But any trepidation melted away when she turned her face to me and smiled. She had mocha skin and beautiful shining almond eyes. Her teeth shined brilliant white between her full glistening lips, and I knew that I would soon be kissing those lips and in that moment there was nothing I desired more. Sam made the introductions. "Caroline, this is my friend Sherita, Sherita, Caroline" I said hello, but felt shy and tongue tied. Sam ordered a round of drinks and the two of them chatted about mutual friends while I sat quietly. Sam seemed unaware of how distant I felt from them, with their shared background and community, but Sherita sensed my discomfort and reached across the table, squeezing my hand and reassuring me with a glance. Sam gulped down his beer and started to get up. "Hold it a minute, don't be in such a rush" Sherita chided him. She slid her chair next to mine and leaned in close so that only I could hear her. "Caroline, are you sure you are OK with this? 'Cause if you ain't into it, it ain't gonna happen." I looked into her eyes, then up at Sam, who stood there fidgeting, nervously wondering what we might be saying to each other. "I want to do it" I told her, "I really do." She beamed at me and touched her hand to my hair "Good," she laughed. "'Cause I love blondes" We giggled and Sam cleared his throat. "Keep your pants on brother, at least for a little while more." She winked at me and I laughed and felt my uneasiness melt away. We crossed the lobby to the elevators. While we waited for one to descend Sherita and I cast flirtatious glances at each other and grinned. Sam was bouncing on his feet in excited anticipation. The doors slid open and we stepped into the empty elevator. I turned to face forward, and found Sherita mere inches from me. She stepped forward and leaned her body into mine, our breasts pressing together. She ran her long nails up my arms and took my face in her hands. I could see Sam looming over her shoulder, kissing the side of her neck. "Oh Sam, she is beautiful. You have good taste, baby." I blushed and stammered "No, you" I said , "You are beautiful." The elevator bumped to a stop and the doors opened. Sherita took my hand and we followed Sam down the hall. I had prepared the room earlier, with scented candles scattered about and soft music tuned in on the radio. A bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket of ice. I lit the candles and poured three glasses. Sherita touched my shoulder and kissed me just beneath my ear. Her hands slid around from behind and gently cupped my breasts. I drew a sharp breath and leaned back against her. "You make me feel honored, baby" she whispered. "To let me be your first woman, that is so special, I want you to know that." Her hands caressed my body, down across my tummy and along the sides of my hips. She gently turned me to face her and I looked into her eyes and then dropped my gaze down to her moist inviting mouth and time just stopped. It did not seem as if either of us moved and yet our lips touched. Her mouth was soft and yielding in a way no man's ever was. Our lips parted slightly and our tongues found each other, lightly, just a flicker in passing, before her lips closed again on mine, suckling softly. I pressed forward, wanting more. She drew my tongue into her mouth, dancing her own against it. Her mouth tasted of spice and flowers. My hands rode up her back to her shoulders, while hers slid low and cupped my ass. I felt her firm thigh press between mine and my passion swelled. I kissed her harder, too hard, and she gently backed me off, planting little kisses on my cheeks and eyes. I reddened and turned my head, but she lifted my face back to hers. She draped her arms over my shoulders, touched her mouth to mine and purred. It brought a smile to my face and calmed my nerves. I picked up two glasses of champagne and handed her one. She took a sip and looked over her shoulder. Sam was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard and grinning from ear to ear. "You best not think you're just here to watch" Sherita laughed. I took a glass to Sam and he pulled me down on the bed next to him. I snuggled against him and sipped my champagne while Sherita began to do a slow striptease in time to the music. I was enthralled by how different her body was from mine, taller and more angular, firm where I am soft, and dark as I am pale. Sam's hands roamed over me as we watched, slipping under my blouse and caressing my breasts. My own hand stroked his thigh, and found the budge of his crotch. "Oh yeah, baby" Sherita cooed "Let that big thing out for me to see." I set my glass aside and turned to Sam, pulling loose his belt and working his zipper down. Sherita kneeled on the bed and crawled up towards us. I fumbled in Sam's pants until I got a good grip on his cock and pulled it free. It stiffened in my hand as Sherita lowered her face to it and slowly ran her tongue up and down it's length. She circled the head while looking up at me, and then sank down on it, engulfing it deep into her mouth. I felt a twinge of jealousy when he shuddered with pleasure, but it was almost as if Sherita was reading my mind. She lifted her head and looked up at me. "Come on, girlfriend, it's all about the sharing" I wrapped my mouth around the head of Sam's beautiful black cock as Sherita stroked her tongue along the shaft. Her hands petted my hair as my head bobbed up and down. As I came up from a long suck, our lips met and we kissed over the tip of Sam's cock, playing with each other and with him. He groaned so loudly we both burst out laughing. "How come I'm the only one naked around here?" Sherita asked, grabbing at my blouse and pulling it over my head. I fell across Sam's legs and rolled over on my back as she tugged at my bra. I lifted my hips and tugged my pants down to my thighs. Sam had jumped up and quickly disrobed. He stood beside the bed and grabbed at my pants, pulling them off of me. He grasped me by the ankles and flipped me over, and I found my face between Sherita's small firm breasts. She took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to one of her nipples. I suckled it between my lips and flicked at it with my tongue. I could feel Sam's strong hands on my hips. He lifted me to my knees, yanked my panties to the side, and with one smooth long motion, buried his cock deep inside my pussy. I arched up, pushing back against him. Sherita's mouth found mine and this time our kisses were deep and natural and uninhibited. Her breasts pressed into me and when her nipple grazed across mine I felt an electric charge surge through my whole body. She pushed my face back to her breasts and I kissed all over them and around them, in a near frenzy of passion. Sam was fucking me with long slow strokes, grinding his hips into me at the end of each plunge. Sherita shifted back, and my mouth trailed down her tummy, kissing her tawny flesh again and again. I hesitated when my lips brushed the edge of her tightly curled bush. She entwined her fingers in my hair and cooed "That's OK baby, go ahead. It'll be good." I lowered my head as she spread her legs wide. I could smell her womanly scent and at that moment there was nothing in the world I wanted more than I wanted to taste her. My tongue tentatively explored the edges of her labia and drew down along the inner crease of her thighs. She softly but insistently pushed my face into her, and my tongue slipped between her lips. Her taste was sharp and slightly salty and I felt a rush of excitement at the thought that my long secreted desire was at last becoming fulfilled. I lapped at her inner lips and almost by accident, my tongue found her clit. I played it with my tongue and thrilled to the instant response of her body, the muscles in her thighs constricting around me. I took it between my lips and sucked it in and out. She bucked hard against my face and emitted a long low moan. As if in direct response Sam wrapped his arms around my hips and slammed into me hard enough to lift my knees off the bed. Sherita grasped fistfuls of my hair and ground her pussy into my gasping mouth. I sucked and licked and shook my head in wild abandon. Sam growled and I felt his orgasm, splashing hot deep inside me. His weight sagged down across my back, pressing me even tighter between Sherita's thighs, and I quivered and panted for breath as her fluids flooded my mouth and coated my cheeks and chin. Sam rolled onto the bed and we both rolled with him, so that I was sandwiched between their two dark sweaty bodies. The three of us laid there together, stoking each other and kissing for a while. Eventually, Sherita raised up on one elbow and looked over at Sam, and then down at me. "Now girlfriend" she said, "You know I got to get some of your man's big dick." I could feel Sam stiffening against my hip. I sat up and kissed Sherita, and nodded. I looked over at Sam and smiled. "You ready for some more fun, big boy?" "Oh, hell yes!" he laughed, stroking his cock back to full hardness. I stood up off the bed and watched as Sherita mounted him. She moved like a dancer on top of him, and I was envious of her easy grace, I kneeled beside her and ran my hands up and down her back, barely touching her with the tips of my fingers. She leaned her head into my shoulder and snaked her hand down to my pussy. I kissed the back of her neck and ran my tongue around the edge of her ear as she slipped her fingers between my lips. She probed inside me and my clit was trapped between her fingers. My body shook as she made me cum and I nearly fell over backwards. Sherita took my arm and guided me down on to the bed. She slid off of Sam and stretched her long body over mine, spreading my legs apart and rubbing her face against my pussy. Sam rose up and kneeled above my head. I stretched my head upwards and kissed the underside of his cock as he pulled Sherita's hips toward him. My face was only inches below her pussy as he slid inside it. I watched with fascination as he fucked her with increasing fervor. I felt Sherita's mouth on my pussy, probing and slurping. She gripped my ass hard in her hands, pulling me tight against her face. I wrapped my arms around her hips and raised my own mouth to her, sucking her clit, and feeling the shaft of Sam's cock rubbing my face as he fucked her. A wave of orgasms rolled over me, taking my breath away. I lay back, panting, and watched as Sam pulled himself into her as deeply as he could and haunched his hips in the distinctive motion of his orgasm. He pulled out and a long strand of his cum dribbled onto my lips and chin. I kissed the end of his drooping cock, and then raised my face to kiss Sherita's dripping pussy. Sherita turned and lay beside me, taking me in her arms. Sam snuggled close on the other side, his big arms draped over us both. We stayed like that, contented for a long time. After a while Sherita asked me how I felt. All I could do in response was purr. Shades of Desire Ch. 2 After Sam and I had our first encounter with Sherita, I was anxious to do it again. Unfortunately, it was several weeks before the opportunity arose. Even then, making the arrangements was complicated. Several plans fell through due to scheduling conflicts, but finally, we settled on a night when we would all be free to get together. We decided to meet at my apartment. I was so excited as I prepared for the big night. I made platters of hors deourves and made sure I had a nice variety of drinks available. I spent hours strategically placing candles and picking out mood music. I made and remade the bed several times. And I fussed and fretted and worried over what I should wear. Eventually I settled on a simple black shift. I felt a surge of delicious naughtiness when I decided I did not need to wear anything underneath it. It looked a little plain, so I accented it with a long beaded necklace, which I knotted and draped between my breasts. The doorbell rang and I rushed to the intercom. "Open up, girlfriend" Sherita chimed. I buzzed her in, nearly dancing in anticipation. I took a quick dash around the apartment, running through a mental checklist. Candles lit, music on, lights dimmed. I smoothed down my dress, my hands trembling with excitement. There was a light rap at the door, and I opened it. She looked so good, wearing a tight red blouse and a very short leather skirt, her long legs tapering down into a pair of knee high boots. In one hand she carried a small overnight bag, the other held a bottle of wine. "Hello baby" she said, stepping into the room. I closed the door and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Uh uh, I don't think you" she cried, dropping her case and wrapping her arms around me. I leaned in, my face tilted to hers, and felt her soft warm mouth envelop mine. My hands went to her back and held her tight as her tongue probed between my open lips. I moaned it pleasure as it found my tongue, slowly drew around it, and withdrew. I felt the cold wine bottle press into the small of my back. I gasped and Shirt laughed, then licked her tongue over my lips and pulled away. She glided across the room and dropped to the couch, crossing her long slender legs. "Grab some glasses girl, we are here to party!" she sang. I got a pair of wine glasses and a corkscrew from the kitchen, balanced a tray of cheese and fruit on my arm, and returned to the living room. I put the food and glasses on the coffee table, handed Sherita the corkscrew, and sat down close beside her on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me. There was something in her confident, assured sensuality that made me feel small and girlish. She opened the wine and poured us each a glass. We sat quietly, listening to Chet Baker sing on the stereo. I watched her as she nibbled a bit of cheese, and reached over to stroke her hair, so different from mine. She looked at me, popped a grape in her mouth and smiled. I leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips parted and she surprised me by pushing the grape into my mouth with her tongue. I giggled as I chewed it, swallowed, and then pressed my mouth to hers, tasting the sweetness of the grape on both our lips. We shifted on the couch, our bodies molding together, kissing deeply. I grazed my fingers slowly up and down her cool smooth thighs. The first time I saw her I felt envious of her exotic beauty, but I felt no envy now, only a sense of shared desire. Two women, so different in background and appearance, merging in our common feminine desire. Her fingers tangled in my long blonde hair and pulled my head back. She licked a line up from the base of my throat and over my chin to my mouth, trapped my lower lip between her teeth and gently nibbled. I closed my eyes and moaned. Her mouth left mine, and a second later I felt something push against my lips, and tasted the sweetness of a strawberry. I took it into my mouth and Sherita's tongue followed it. We both chewed at it, and her teeth nipped the inside of my lip hard, but the pain was as sweet as the berry's juice. The doorbell rang, and it was with reluctance that I broke away from her to answer it. I buzzed Sam in. As we waited for him, I leaned against the door and watched as Sherita uncrossed her legs, spread them wide, and slowly ran her fingers from her knees to her crotch. Her left hand remained there, stroking her red silk panties, while her right hand continued upward to cup her breast. My breathing grew shallow watching her. When Sam knocked on the door, I jumped and Sherita burst out in laughter. I opened the door to Sam and wrapped my arms around him, raising my face to his welcoming kiss. He looked up to Sherita and smiled. "Damn, two fine ladies, what'd I do to deserve this?" he smiled. "Nothing." I said, playfully punching his arm, "You're just a lucky s.o.b." I turned away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, spinning me so that my back was against his chest. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pinned both my wrists in one of his big hands. He leaned over me and began kissing the side of my throat. I closed my eyes and swayed against him. I felt hands softly enwrap my breasts and opened my eyes to see Sherita in front of me. She leaned in and began kissing the other side of my throat. My knees felt so weak that if Sam had not been holding me so firmly, I would not have been able to stand on my own. I kissed Sherita's cheek and ear, then dropped my mouth to her throat as she reached over my shoulder to kiss Sam. Somehow we managed to move across the room in this embrace. Sherita slid down my body, her hands roaming freely, and sat on the edge of the couch. Sam tugged my dress up and over my head, at the same time gently guiding me to my knees. My necklace became momentarily entangled in my hair, then I felt the cool beads roll across my shoulders as they draped back into their normal position. I glided the palms of my hands up Sherita's legs. She lifted her butt and slid out of her panties. I rolled them down her legs, kissing the inside of her knee as they passed it. She hooked one leg over my back and pulled me into her. I slowly kissed my way up her thigh, then touched my mouth to her mound, just above her slit. I kissed her there, my tongue drawing circles in her hair. Sam's hands were caressing my ass and the back of my thighs. I arched my back, eager for him to touch my pussy, but he continued to tease me, moving so close to it, then away. My tongue snaked out, and hooked inside Sherita's pussy, pressing against the top of her clit. "Oh yeah baby, get at it" she moaned, grasping my hair and pulling my face tightly against her. I lapped at her hungrily, drunk on the taste and smell of it. I was only barely aware that Sam's hands were no longer touching me. I looked up to see him at the side of the couch, his pants around his knees and his cock sliding into Sherita's mouth. The sight of her full lips wrapped around his hard black shaft turned me on so much that I dove back into Sherita's pussy with renewed vigor, sucking her clit into my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. I reached between my legs and began to finger my own clit, almost subconsciously, working my tongue and fingers in a common rhythm. Sherita was bucking against my face so hard it felt bruised, and my jaw began to ache, but I continued to suck and lick her, carried away by the intensity of my passion. She went into a series of hard spasms, squeezing me tight between her legs and soaking my face with her juices. As her orgasm subsided, I came up for air. She lay back on the couch, tightly grasping Sam's cock in one hand and caressing her breast with the other, gasping for air. I leaned forward and lay my head on her stomach. She petted my head and said "Oh, baby, you gettin to be one fine little pussy eater." I grinned with pride and pleasure. I could feel her wet pussy against my breast. Sam lifted me to my feet and gave me a swig of his beer. Sherita sat up and wrapped her arms around my legs and kissed my tummy. I cradled her head against me, and for just a moment, inexplicably, felt like sobbing. Sam took me in his arms and kissed me gently, as if he sensed my mood, and my spirit lifted again. I draped my arms over his shoulders and reveled in his sweet kisses. Sherita bounced up off the couch "Damn, this party is just getting started" she said, picking up the wine bottle and taking a long drink straight from it. She shucked off her blouse and slid out of her skirt. Bending close to my ear, she whispered "I'll leave my boots on 'cause I know you a kinky bitch," and I laughed in delight. She grabbed my hand, "Come on girlfriend, which way's the bedroom?" I led her by the hand in to my bedroom, Sam close behind us. We all tumbled on to the bed, laughing, kissing, petting. Sherita pushed me over on my back and splashed wine on to my breasts. She lowered her mouth to one, while Sam took the other. I writhed between them, as Sherita fingered my pussy and Sam slipped his hand beneath me, touching a finger to my asshole. Sherita moved her face close to mine, looking me in the eyes. "I want to watch you come, baby," she said. I reached up to kiss her, but she pushed me back down. "No baby, I want to see it on your face." She worked two fingers deep inside me in a corkscrew motion. She looked at Sam and nodded, and I felt his finger push past my sphincter into my ass. Sherita began fucking me hard with her fingers while Sam slowly worked his deeper into my ass. After only a few minutes I exploded in a wave of orgasms. It was almost as if I could feel them touching through me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, moaning in ecstasy. "Open your eyes, girl!" Sherita commanded. I tried, but could not. "Open them eyes!" I forced them open and looked into hers, so deep and brown and loving. I came again and again, gasping, thrashing, crying, but I kept my eyes on hers until their hands withdrew and I began to calm down. They both kissed me gently all over my face, my shoulders, my breasts. "We need to take care of this man" Sherita said, after we had rested a few minutes. I looked over to Sam, and touched his handsome dark face. It was so easy, in my excitement with Sherita, to lose sight of how dear he was to me, of how much I longed to make him happy. I rolled over on my tummy and took his hard cock in my hand, stoking it slowly. I kissed him on the chest and began to slowly move my mouth down across his stomach is slow wet circles. Sherita climbed around to the other side and took his balls in her hand, gently kneading them. We worked in tandem, my lips pursing over the head of his cock at the same time her tongue began lapping at his balls. He squeezed and patted my ass as his hard shaft filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it and took in more with each downward stroke, until my lips met Sherita's as she licked her way up. Sam was moaning with pleasure. Sherita pushed me back, smiling. "We need to slow him down" she said with a devious smile. I wondered what she had in mind. She reached over and unknotted my necklace so that it hung long and loose. She draped it over Sam's cock, wound it around the shaft, and made a loop under his scrotum. I laughed with delight. "Now, ain't that a pretty sight?" she said. I nodded in agreement as I licked the slit of his cockhead. Sherita played with the beads, making them roll up and down his cock and around his balls while I teased him with my tongue. Every time Sam would start to buck his hips, we would slow down, keeping him inflamed but not letting him get too close to orgasm. When we had teased him to our satisfaction, Sherita said to me "Girl, I want to see you fuck this good black man." We unwound the necklace and I rose to my knees. Sherita held my hands as I climbed over Sam, then reached down and guided his throbbing cock into my wet pussy. I sank down onto it slowly, savoring each wonderful inch as it filled me. When I had taken it's length I began to rock slowly. I knew he would not last long. Sherita put her hands on my shoulders, turned to sit on Sam's chest, then slowly slid back over his face. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her to him. I watched her eyes first grow wide and then narrow to slits as he began to eat her pussy. I leaned into her and rested my head in the hollow of her neck and Sam began thrusting harder up into me. She draped her arms over me and we nestled together, each approaching another climax. She came first, groaning and panting, and running her fingernails all the way up my back. My orgasm came quickly behind it, fueled by the beauty of her ecstasy. We pressed our mouths together, not kissing, but sharing our breaths, as waves of pleasure overtook us. She came again and again, until at last, she collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. I leaned forward onto Sam's chest. He raised his knees, pressing up into me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He began slamming into me, harder and harder, and I didn't think I would ever stop cumming. At last he reached his climax, and as he did so he popped out of my pussy, and I felt his hot cum splatter onto my back. I lay in his arms and felt Sherita's fingers playing in his cum, spreading it into the skin at the small of my back. She leaned against me, and brushed the hair out of my face. "Damn, girl," she said "I didn't ever think you could outlast me." She rubbed her finger on my lips and I could taste Sam's salty cum. I kissed her deeply, and watched with satisfied delight as she kissed Sam. Then I kissed Sam and the taste of her pussy was in his mouth and our circle of desire had been completed.