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Ebony Ride

By: Willing2Do



I was flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas. The job required me to make a daily round-trip from Midland-Odessa to a remote airstrip in a resort community on the Rio Grande. Bored, since I was flying alone most of the time hauling only cargo, I invited residents and workers in the resort community to ride with me. Over the next few weeks several took my up on the offer. One guy from the remote site just wanted to go to town to get parts for his truck. Others had other reasons to "go to town." 

One morning a few hours after I arrived at the remote airstrip a young, black woman who tended bar at the saloon in the western resort town asked if she could make the trip with me. I agreed readily, as I was sure I would enjoy her company as I did the company of others on the lonely flights, and I was just as sure nothing unusual would happen with her traveling with me. After all she was half my age and had a young male friend about her own age. 

On the flight to Midland-Odessa that evening everything was ops normal, a routine flight, until we got near enough to see the lights of the metropolitan area. Yolanda had enjoyed the view of the mountains near the border, flattening into the plains of the Permian Basin, the setting sun, and the moon rising behind us. Then she seemed to get nervous as the lights came into view. 

Let me tell you a bit about Yolanda. She was young, in her early 20s, about 5' 5," 120 pounds, just a bit plump, with a beautiful face, nice white-toothed smile, full red lips, and a nicely rounded body, articulate, well-spoken. An intelligent, young lady who had always been nice to me when I was in the saloon, drinking coffee or sodas, since I could not drink during the flight day, and having sandwiches from the bar.

So, fidgeting in her seat beside me in the airplane, she turned and leaned close to me so I could hear her over the sound of the engine. "Ummh, Rob," she said, "when we get to Midland, do we have to go through any kind of clearance, a customs and immigration check?" 

I had sensed her nervousness and decided to have a little fun with her. "Oh yes," I said, "the inspectors come out and go over the airplane throughly. They will check our baggage and us as well," I told her. "Why do you ask?" I queried hiding a grin.

"Well, I have some marijuana," she said. "Just a bit to smoke when I have a chance. Will that be a problem?"

Carrying the joke, I continued, "Goodness yes. They will surely find it, and we'll be in a lot of trouble."

"Then I'd better hide it," she said, reaching around into the back seat and pulling her little handbag into her lap. She reached into the bag, took out a plastic baggie containing several pre-rolled joints. Reached back into the bag, took out a condom, unwrapped it, pulled it over the baggie, carefully so as to not break the rolled, special cigarettes.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.

"Stick it up my pussy," she said bluntly, and started undoing her jeans. 

I hesitated for a moment, felt my cock growing hard at the thought of watching her stuff the condom-covered cigarettes up her twat, then decided the joke had gone far enough. "Yolanda," I said.,"We'll simply park the airplane. I'll unload the cargo into the truck I am using, and it is parked right off the ramp where we tie down the plane. We don't go through any clearance at the airport. Don't worry. You'll be alright with your little contraband." 

By this time she had her jeans pulled down below her knees and was peeling off a sexy-looking, bright red thong revealing, even in the dark cockpit, lit only by the glow of the instrument lights, a firm, flat belly, muscular thighs, and a hairy pubic bush covering her puffy cunt lips.

"You bastard," she said, shivering, then punching me with a hard fist on the shoulder. "You had me scared to death. I was sure I was going to get caught with this shit, and we would both go to jail. Then you'd hate me. That's why I spoke up."

I chuckled and apologized. "I'm sorry, Yolanda. I couldn't help but have a little fun with you."

"Yeah," she said, chuckling also, now enjoying the joke. "I bet you wanted to see my black pussy too and watch me stick this up my hole," she added, waving the cigarette-filled condom in my face. "You sure were looking," she said. "You asshole, you're still looking at me," she said. "Like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes, Yolanda, I like what I see," I admitted.

"Well, that's all you get you old fart," she said emphatically, "a look at this fine, young cunt." With that she opened her thighs, smoothed her free hand over her pubes, and said, "Damn, I've gotten all wet with the excitement." She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed her fingers, then she brought them under my nose. "Smell that," she said, "and know what you've missed, being such a clown."

Taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet exlixir of her juicy pussy, I said, "Gee, Yolanda, don't torture me. I said I'm sorry."

"Yes you are," she said, "a sorry ass jokester, scaring the shit out of me like that, making me get all wet. I'll bet you're even hard," she added, licking her fingers in her mouth first, then reaching over to check out her theory. "You are hard," she said, feeling my cock through my jeans, "and you've got a big one for an old, white man," she teased me, holding and squeezing my erection. 

"Ummmnh," I moaned in delight at the feel of her pudgy, black hand massaging my stiff rod. "Keep that up and we'll have to see about signing you up for the mile-high club."

Stroking me with her jeans and panties still down, she asked, "What's the mile-high club? Another one of your jokes?"

"Umnh, yeah," I agreed, "one of my better jokes. You really don't know what the mile-high club is?" I asked her.

"No honky," she said, "I don't know about no mile-high club. What is it?"

"Well," I said, "it's when we have sex in the airplane at altitude, a mile high, or better."

"We're not having sex in this airplane," she said. "Not tonight. Besides, we're almost there." To my disappointment, she released my cock, put the cigarette-filled condom in her bag, pulled up her panties and jeans, and re-fastened the jeans.

"Umnh, you're right," I agreed reluctantly. "We are almost there. I need to contact approach and start our let down, but we could fly around for a while and get you a membership in the club." 

"No, we won't," she said, "not tonight."

Disappointed again, but at the same time encouraged by her repeating 'not tonight,' I agreed again, "You're right. Besides, I'm tired and will be ready to get some zs after this long day."

"You aren't too tired to get a raging hard-on looking at my tight, black cunt, you old bastard," she said, giving me a toothy grin. 

"No honey, you got this old man hard as a rock," I continued to agree with her.

"What's the deal anyway," she asked, when we get to Midland, where do we stay? What are the arrangements?"

"The company has rented me a suite," I answered her matter of factly. "You can share the suite with me. It has two double beds."

"I'll share the suite with you," she said, "but don't think you're getting any of this black pussy while we're together. You know I have a white boyfriend, and he is jealous as hell. He was really pissed I was even coming to town with you, but I need to do some shopping, get some new clothes. I damn sure can't get them in that shithole where I work."

"No problem, Yolanda, you do your thing. I'll do my usual work for the company, and when you're ready to go back to the border, you just let me know," I continued to agree, but sighing as I felt my erection subside.

I contacted approach, landed at Midland-Odessa, taxied to parking, tied down the airplane, took Yolanda to the truck with her little handbag and the contraband, drove the truck out to the airplane and unloaded the cargo. I drove to the motel, showed Yolanda up to the suite, showed her around, told her to make herself at home, and left to take care of today's cargo and arrange for the flight back to the resort area the next day. 

When I got back to the motel suite it was obvious Yolanda had taken a shower and smoked at least one joint. The room reeked of marijuana smoke. Her eyes were glazed and she looked very relaxed. She had also found the stocked refrigerator and had a drink or two. She was propped up on pillows against the headboard of the bed nearest the windows, sipping another drink, and watching a porno movie on the pay-per-view tv, making herself right at home indeed. 

We chatted aimlessly while I undressed, leaving on my shorts out of some sense of respect for her modesty. I went into the bathroom and took a shower, then came back into the main room, with a towel wrapped around my lower body. Yolanda was still propped up, smoking yet another joint, and still drinking. I could not help but notice her full breasts – 36Cs, I guessed – bulging under the thin silk of a teddy top covering her firm upper body. I pulled back the covers on the bed opposite the one she was occupying and settled in to get some much-needed sleep. 

"Rob," I heard her say, quitely, "do you like these?"

I rolled over in the bed, looked across the space separating us and saw her sitting on the edge of the other bed, the covers over her lower body, but her firm, round, brown tits with big, darker-tinged aereolea and pointed nipples jutting out prominently.


"Oh, yeah," I said, "I like those."

"Come over here then and suck them for me," she invited me. 

I jumped right out of my bed and took the two short steps to reach her in her bed. Naked as the day I was born, my cock started rising as I sat down beside her. I cupped a breast in one hand, turned my face to hers and kissed her on the mouth. Our tongues probing in each others mouth, I played with her breast, feeling her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Still kissing her on the mouth, tasting the pungence of the whiskey she had been drinking and the marijuana she had been smoking, I moved my hand to her other breast and fondled it. I felt her nipple stiffen, stick out further, like the nub of a large pencil eraser. 

I broke away from her mouth, kissed, licked her ear, the other one, still toying with her tits, one, the other. I kissed down her neck, over her collar bones, moving my head back and forth, licking, tasting the cleanness of her just-showered body, her smooth, dark skin. I licked and kissed all over one of her firm globes, feeling her soft flesh yield under my tongue and lips. I did the other one, wetting both of them with my saliva, as I was literally drooling on her tits, trembling in excitement. I took a nipple between my lips, flicked my tongue on it, sucked, felt her shiver, sucked harder. I nursed her one nipple for a few minutes then moved to the other one.

Giving it the same treatment, I felt her delicate hand close around my throbbing cock, oozing pre-cum. She stroked her hand up and down, smoothing my slimy juices over the mushroom crown and down the shaft. My cock filled to its full 7.5x5 tumescence. I felt like I was going to cum right then, shoot my load all over her hand. Then she pressed her thumb against my pee slit and squeezed the head.

"Don't cum yet, you old bastard," she said, slurring her words slightly under the influence of the whiskey and marijuana. "I want your white cock all in me, in my mouth, my tight pussy. If you fuck me good, last long enough, stay hard enough, you may even get a better treat," she said in her teasing voice.

Her tight grip on my cock and the promises of things she wanted to do, calmed and excited me. I kissed and licked her titties some more, sucked her nipples, heard her moaning in approval, as she started stroking me slowly again. I kissed and licked down her body, across her chest, onto her belly. She lay back on the bed, letting the covers move away from her lower body. I tongued the deep cleft of her navel, kissed and licked further down until I felt her thick, wiry bush against my lips and tongue. 

Yolanda raised her hips and spread her legs wide, digging her heels into the bed. "Eat my pussy," she hissed, "suck my cunt, stick your tongue in my black cunny." She relaxed her firm butt back onto the bed and opened her legs wider. I raised up, peered at her hairy, black hole, at the fat outer lips. I spread her cuntlips with my forefinger and thumb, gazed at the pinkness inside, the thinner inner lips, wet with her juices and my saliva. I swiped my tongue up from the bottom of her slit to the v of her sex, felt the little nub of her clit on the tip of my tongue. Keeping my tongue pressed against her open gash I moved it back down spreading her outer and inner lips, wetting them more. My eyes open, looking right at the tightly curled, kinky, black hairs of her hot, now pulsing sex, I watched her clit protrude from its hood. Her little penis emerged slowly, engorged, pink, thick and longer than I had ever seen. It was as big around and as long as my little finger from the last joint. I touched it gently with my tongue. Yolanda screamed, "Ooooooh, aaaaaah, unnnnnngh, yeah, oh, ungh, ah," and slammed her fleshy thighs against my ears.

Her pubic hairs scruffed against my nose, on my upper lip as I took her little cock, fully out of its sheath now, the hairs on the lips of her pussy tickled my mouth. I sucked her clit, tongued it, kissed it, licked it, sucked it more, trying to draw it deeper between my lips. 

Yolanda bucked up and down fucking my mouth, punching her cock back and forth between my lips. She screamed, "Oh, god, yes, oooooh, cummming, I'm cumming." She flooded my mouth with her slick juices, actually squirted gush after gush of her sweet nectar into my mouth, coating my lower lip and chin with her cum. "Eat that pussy, white man," she squealed. "Make me cum again. Oh god, I want to cum again."

I was sure guests in the other room were going to hear her yells, but I didn't care. I licked her cunt, swiping my tongue up and down, lapping up her flowing juices. She humped her hips up 

and down fucking my mouth with her pussy. I stuck a finger up her hot, squishy hole, still licking her. I grabbed one of her firm tits, massaged it, rolled her protruding nipple between my thumb and forefinger, felt my saliva still coating it; fondled her other tit and nipple, kept licking her cunt, swallowing her still flowing juices, added another finger to her yielding gash, another. Was thinking about fisting this horny, out of control, young, black bitch when she yelled at me, "No more, unnngh, oooh, aaaah, no, you bastard. Nooooooo." And she came again, gushing more slimy juice into my mouth, slamming her lower body up and down against my face.

"Oh, you are so good," she said. "I'm just gong to keep on cumming."

I felt her shifting around, moving under me, her pussy rotating on my mouth, my tongue buried in her cunt. Then my nose was between the cheeks of her ass, in her cleft, her darker hole, her asshole smelling musky though she was showered, clean filling my nostrils. Her hand grasped my cock, her tongue licked my mushroom crown oozing pre-cum in a steady flow. She swiped it off, ran her tongue around the head of my cock, took in between her lips, sucked it, stroked my shaft with her hand, milked more of my clear juice from me. 

I licked her pussy, swiped my tongue over the nub of her clit, sucked it again as she bucked still against me, humping her lower body up and down and kept on cumming. She swallowed my cock slowly, taking half of it into her mouth. Gasping and cumming again, she took more of my pulsing, white dick into her mouth. The head touched her throat. She paused, took a deep breath, then engulfed my cock down her throat. I felt her gullet straining, working on the head of my cock, taking it right down deep into her gulping throat.

I leaned deeper into her, licked her taint – the small gap of soft flesh between the bottom of her pussy and the crenolated ring of her asshole. I pulled her butt cheeks apart, pushed my head further down, and licked her asshole, felt the crinkled pucker of her anus. I tongued it, while she sucked me. My chin rubbed her protruding clit, lower lip held her outer and inner cuntlips open, as I kissed, licked, even sucked her ass. 

She was still cumming, and I flooded her mouth with my hot, slimy cum, emptied my balls as she massaged them, urging all my cum, shot after shot of thick, gooey, white globs of cum down her throat. She swallowed, desperately trying to take all of it right down her, into her heaving belly, but it was too much even for this horny, black slut. She gulped and slurped until the tingling in my cock and balls was too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out of her suctioning mouth, and raised off her, moaning in ecstasy. 

I re-positioned myself between her legs and buried my mouth once again against her slimy pussy. I tongued her deep, licked her from her asshole to her clit. She just kept cumming, humping up against my probing tongue.

Finally she shuddered, and said, "I can't take it anymore, Rob. I want you to fuck me with your big cock. Can you do that, old man?" she asked, grinning that white, toothy smile again, this time with my cum glistening on her ruby red lips. She lifted my head from between her legs.

I lay back on the bed, my limp cock lolling between my legs. Yolanda went down on me. She kissed, licked, and sucked my cock. She licked my balls, took one in her mouth and nursed it, then the other, then both. She licked between my legs. Kissed. I raised my legs. She licked my crack, tongued my asshole, stroked my cock with her free hand and fondled my balls with her other hand. The thing that felt the best was when she kissed my cheeks, licked them, one the other. I reached down and fondled her tits while she used her mouth on me. She move to the side of me, so I could reach her pussy, and I started fingering her. I felt her cunt with my hand, slid a finger into her, another. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked it, bobbing her head up and down.

I rose again to a full 7.5x5. She broke away from me. "Fuck me now," she said. "Stick you cock in me and fuck me."

I knelt between her splayed open legs. I guided my cock to her cunt. I put the head against her lips. I rubbed it up and down. I massaged her again protruding clit with the head, actually worked her little penis into the slit in the head of my cock. Oooooh, oooooh, damn, that felt so good. 

I pulled my cock down reluctantly, leaned over and took one of her tits in my mouth. I kissed, licked and sucked it, the other one, and eased my cock into her, felt her wet, hot sheath take me. I raised up, pushed my cock deeper into her, kissed her mouth, tasting my cum again, her juices, our stuff mixed together. I slid my cock right up her pulsing pussy, buried it to the hilt, and just rested there, feeling our slime coat us. 

"Fuck me, you white bastard, fuck my cunt, fuck my black pussy," Yolanda commanded me sternly. "Show me what you can do old man. Ram that cock in me. Fuck me good."

I pulled back until just the head stayed clasped by her pussy lips, then I slammed into her. She was pissing me off with all the 'white bastard,' 'old man,' talk. I rode up and down in her slowly, at first, re-positioned, found her "G" spot with the head of my cock, and started slamming back and forth into her, punching my cock against that special place, cramming my hard cock into her slimy yet tight hole, felt her cumming again, her juices flowing over me, leaking out, dripping down my balls, bouncing against the crack of her black ass. 

She was bucking up against me, cumming all the time, then I shot my load into her. I came, and came, and came, filling her with my gloppy, thick, white juice. Still pumping back and forth into her I heard it squishing, and felt it working back onto my hairy sack, down the crack of her ass, smearing our thighs. 


Ebony Ride Ch. 2



Flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas and making a daily round-trip from Midland-Odessa to a remote airstrip in a resort community on the Rio Grande, I invited residents and workers in the resort community to ride with me. Yolanda, a young, black woman who tended bar at the saloon in the western resort town, took me up on my offer. Half my age, she was young, in her early 20s, about 5' 5," 120 pounds, just a bit plump, with a beautiful face, nice white-toothed smile, full red lips, and a nicely rounded body, articulate, well-spoken. She brought some smoke with her on the flight and in the motel suite where we stayed surprised me with some fantastic sucking and fucking after she had a few drinks and smoked a bit. She kept promising more, before, during and after our first night together, promises of offering her other hole, since we had enjoyed her mouth and pussy the first night, an openness to joining the mile-high club on the return flight. The return flight was to come later though, as we spent several days together and were joined by others – two white women.

I made the daily round-trip flight while Yolanda went shopping. After taking care of the cargo, I went to the motel suite. On her shopping trip Yolanda had obviously bought a holder, some josh sticks to mask the smell of her smokes in the room, and some new clothes. She had been trying on the clothes and was dressed, when I arrived, she was in a tight-fitting, brown sweater accenting her 36C breasts with her prominent areola, tipped with usually firm, jutting, round nipples, and an ankle-length, patterned, Western skirt. 

As on the night before, she was watching a porno movie on the pay-per-view TV, smoking a joint, and drinking whiskey from the stocked refrigerator in the suite. "How do you like these new clothes?" she asked, twirling around like a model and showing off her new sweater, skirt, and in the process her fine body with nice tits stretching the sweater, and her muscular, rounded butt filling out the skirt.

"That's a nice outfit," I said, "Really shows off your best assets," with a teasing emphasis on 'ass' and 'sets,' meaning, of course, her tits. 

She got the joke, since she knew me now as a near constant joker. (See Ebony Ride for the major joke played on her as we flew to Midland-Odessa the night before.) "You really are in incorrigible old fucker," she said. "Are you ever serious?" she asked.

"Of course, I'm as serious as I can be when we are sucking and fucking," I said. "Did you hear me laughing while we were rutting with each other last night? While I was eating your sweet pussy, you were sucking me, we were fucking each other to exhaustion?"

"You may have been exhausted," she said. "Your tired, old prick may have given out, but I was ready for more. I am really ready for more right now." She smiled wickedly and took a hit on the joint she was smoking and followed it with a drink of the whiskey. "You want a hit on this?" she asked, offering me the rolled cigarette.

"No, Yolanda, I don't do that," I said.

"Then how about a drink?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, "I'll have a drink, and I need to take a bath. I'm nasty from working in the desert, flying and hauling that cargo around."

"Yeah, take a bath," she said. "I want you real clean tonight, and I'm going to get clean too. I have a special treat for you."

Facing me as we talked, just as she had last night, Yolanda lifted her sweater exposing her full, firm tits. She let the rolled up sweater rest just on the top of her brown globes. "These got you started last night," she said, "cranked up your old cock. Do they excite you now?" she asked and took the few steps toward me to grasp my crotch in her plump, brown hand, accented by her white-tipped fingernails. She ran her hand up and down the bulge in my jeans, feeling my growing erection. I sat on the bed, pulled her to me and licked her breasts, one the other, kissed the rounded mounds, licked and sucked her nipples, one the other, taking each areola between my lips. I held the cheeks of her butt in my hands while I mouthed her titties. She massaged my cock through my jeans, stroked me to a fuller tumescence.

"You really are a sorry old son-of-a-bitch," she said, grinning her white-toothed smile with her ruby red lips, the corners of her dark brown eyes crinkling, her facial dimples showing her delight, "taking advantage of a young girl like me."

Taking advantage of her? I was puzzled by that remark, but figured, what the hell, let it go. As long as I get some of that tight, pink pussy surrounded by her dark black muff, between her brown muscular legs, she can think about our relationship, our sucking and fucking, anyway she wants to think about it.

I raised my mouth off her right breast, leaving saliva coating both of her perked-up nipples. Looking up at her as she continued squeezing and stroking my cock, she leaned over, and we kissed mouth-to-mouth. Our lips molded together, her tongue snaked into my mouth; I ran my tongue into her mouth. We kissed with our lips together, our tongues probing, mouths sucking, licking lasciviously together. I tasted the smoke in her mouth, the whiskey on her breath. My cock throbbed in her hand. I cupped one of her butt cheeks in one hand, used my other hand to fondle her full breasts, smearing the wetness of my saliva around on them, tweaking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. We both moaned into each other's mouth.

Finally, after several minutes, Yolanda broke off the kiss. She stood up straight, pulled her sweater over her head, undid her skirt, removed it and laid it on the bed neatly. She was not wearing any panties, so she stood there before my excited gaze, her hairy bush at my mouth level, her rounded, tight belly, deep navel right in front of me. I leaned forward and kissed her stomach, ran my tongue into her belly button, swabbed down across her mons, her wiry hairs on my face, kissed her full outer lips, ran my tongue between them, tasted her sweet essence oozing in her slit, licked it up, and stuck my tongue deeper, into her cunt, opened the outer labia, swirled my tongue around licking those fat lips, the clefts between the outer and inner lips, felt her clit rising up against my nose, emerging from its hood, swelling, lengthening, wrapped my lips around it and sucked it like a little cock. 

"Oh, god," she moaned, "eat my pussy." She arched her lower body tighter against my face, pushed her hairy cunt right onto my mouth. "Suck my clit, lick it," she begged, but in a commanding way. I did just as she asked; sucked her slimy little nub, licked her pussy lips, ran the tip of my tongue into her pink pussy, worked my tongue back and forth, up and down on her fluttering folds of soft flesh. 

Yolanda slammed her twat hard against my mouth and came, shuddering and shaking as she flooded my mouth, nose and chin with her slick juices. I held onto her butt cheeks, massaged her titties with my other hand, and rode out her cum, swallowing her gushing nectar. 

She humped her cunt into my face several times finishing her pulsing orgasm, then used both hands to push me away from her slimy box. She leaned over and kissed me again, licking her juices off my lips and face. 

"Oh, Rob, you are such an asshole," she said, "You are using me so for your pleasure."

Again I was a bit puzzled by this perspective, since all I had experienced at eating her pussy was a raging hard cock, and a huge spot of slimy, wet pre-cum staining my shorts, even leaking through the thick denim of my jeans.

"Go clean up, you old cuntlicking, mothafucking, niggerlover," she said. "I'll fix you a drink." Moving away from me and heading for the stocked refrigerator, as naked as the day she was born, I was left there with my cock throbbing, my mouth and face all wet, tongue still tasting of her cunt juices.

I undressed, went into the bathroom, and showered. While I was in the shower, Yolanda came into the bathroom. "Your drink is on the counter here," she said. "Run us a tub of water when you finish showering," she added. Then she reached in, as I was washing my hair, trying to clean my head of the desert dust, eyes shut tight against the shampoo, and she stroked my cock, still half hard and leaking still more pre-cum. 

"Ummh," she said, " I think you're really going to be ready for your special treat tonight. I want you to stick this big dick up my ass," she said, "fuck my little asshole as good as you fucked my mouth and pussy last night."

I was about to cum right then and there. Then Yolanda, with a wicked laugh, yanked her hand off my stiff, pre-cum-exuding rod, covered with soap, and said, "Save it for me, old fart. Don't you dare cum now. I want your hot load of creamy jism up my ass, deep in my bowels."

I rinsed the soap off my head and snapped the curtain back, looking to drag her into the shower with me. She was gone. The drink she had made for me sat on the counter. I reached for it and took a long swallow, felt the clean, straight bourbon, wash her cunt juices off my tongue, burn my throat as it went down my gullet. It tasted so good, I took another swallow, felt it go to my head, as tired as I was from the day's work, and warm my loins. I looked down. My cock was hanging half-hard, still oozing pre-cum that ticked my peehole as it flowed from me. I took another swallow of the bourbon, and pissed in the shower, emptying my bladder, washing with pee, the pre-cum for the little opening in the mushroom head of my cock.

I finished showering and remembered Yolanda wanted me to run us a tub of water. I did as she had asked, filled the tub with almost too hot to stand water, then I called out to her, wondering where she was and what she was doing, "Yollie, the tub is ready." 

"Just a minute, stud," she said, gasping breathily, speaking raggedly, "I'm beating up my little pussy with my hand, getting off again, watching this dirty movie, smoking another joint and finishing my drink." Each phrase was punctuated, short, jerky, as she worked two fingers, I learned later, up her cunt, rubbed the palm of her hand over her swollen clit, frigged herself to a hard cum, as she watched the porno movie, smoked and drank. How did I learn all that? She had set up my video camera and taped all this for me to view later. She had even taped our first night, the time we had just spent together before I showered, and would tape everything we did after that.

Jeeze, what a horny, nasty-talking slut, I thought. Will I survive the next few days with her? Little did I know, we were just starting on our adventures. There was tonight, Yolanda offering her other hole to me, then the white woman, and another one to join us later. Then at the end there was the mile-high club on the return flight with Yolanda. All this I would see later on the tapes Yolanda had made secretly of us, her alone, and with others while I was flying each day.

As the tub finished filling, and Yolanda was still not in the bathroom with me, but in the main living area, sitting in a chair, her legs akimbo, stretching her black-rimmed, inside pink cunt wide, frigging herself, moaning, even yelling out as she had a body-wracking orgasm, I got in the tub, relaxed in the too-hot water that pinkened my white but tanned skin.

Then Yollie came into the bathroom, drink in one hand, a joint in the other, her fingers slimed with her juices, nipples erect, cunt splayed open. When I watched the tape later, I saw she had gotten her entire fist up her twat, buried her hand in her cunt to the wrist and came all over herself.

She took a bottle, I had not noticed before, off the counter and dumped its entire contents in the tub. Then she started splashing the water around with her hand. The added liquid started frothing, making big bubbles, and emitting a delicious smell, like a tropical jungle – clearly a special bubble bath. 

Yollie stepped into the tub above me, her gash opening as she spread her legs to join me in the bubble bath. She squatted, stretched out, lay on top of me, and we kissed as her breasts mashed into my hairy chest, her belly against mine, her legs spread, my cock rising between her open thighs. We were kissing when I felt her hand close around my shaft, guide my mushroom crown to the opening of her pudenda, split her outer lips, swipe around as she wriggled it around and around, then up and down, rubbing it in her slit and over her again rising, unhooding clit. 

She rocked her lower body down penetrating herself with my engorged cock, sliding it slowly into her velvety channel, past her stiff-haired pussy lips. She ground her pubic mound against me, taking my cock to the hilt inside her. Then she flexed her lower body again, pushing my rod deeper into her, as deep as it would go, our pubes pressed together, my balls right up against her slightly open cheeks, the base of my cock, the very root, holding the soft flesh of her cuntlips apart. Still kissing me on the mouth, our tongues tangling, her breasts massaging my hairy chest, exciting my nipples, making them harden, her soft, round belly rubbing my taut abs, she rolled her lower body up and down sliding my cock inside her cunt, rubbing the head against her "g" spot. She moaned and came, flooding my cock and balls with her juices. Her pussy lips fluttered around my cock shaft, her inner walls rolled and pulsed. 

"Ooooh, I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"No, you're not, you asshole," she said, pulling back just a bit, lifting her cunt just slightly off my cock, and grabbing the root between her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed me painfully. With her other hand she crushed my nuts, making me jerk, shiver in pain. "You're not going to ruin my fun tonight shooting your load too quick," she hissed.

"Ooooh," I moaned again, in pain this time, as my urge to cum subsided at the hurt in my cock and balls, spreading into my lower belly, then washing over me, made me feel like I was going to puke.

"Sorry, baby," Yollie said, " but I want what I want tonight, and you're going to give it to me." As I relaxed and she eased her double grips on me, relieving the agony, she asked, "Have you ever messed around with a man?"

Puzzled as I had become this day with this horny, black slut, not knowing the intent of her question, I answered her, nonetheless, honestly, "No."

"Tell me the truth," she said. "Have you ever been with a man?"

"Well, yes," I said, "now you put it that way. I was sucked and sucked a man when I was a teenager. I had just turned 18, and he took me camping. He sucked my cock, and I sucked his."

"That's not what I mean," she said. "Have you ever fucked a man in the ass, or been fucked in the ass?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "Once I had broken my nose, couldn't suck him, so he sucked me, then he fucked me in the ass."

"Did you like it?" she asked. "Did it feel good?"

"Oh yeah," I answered. "He was so gentle, stuck his long, fat cock in me so slow, let me adjust to him, then fucked me good. It never hurt the way he did it, like I heard it should. He opened me up slow, back there, then soon was just pounding into me, fucking me. I came, then he came in my ass, flooded my butt with his globs of thick, white, slimy cum. It felt so good, after that, I let him fuck me lots."

"Good," Yollie said, grinning again her toothy smile. "I want you to fuck my ass tonight, and since you know what it's like, I think it will be good." 

With that she pressed her cunny down hard on my cock again. She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth again. Then she arched up, driving my cock deeper into her pussy, and kissed, licked, sucked my nipples. While fucking my cock and sucking my erect nips, she reached behind us, into the crack of my ass and ran her fingers up and down. She found my crinkled ring, massaged it, opened it slowly, and slid a finger into me. My cock swelled and throbbed up her twat.

"Easy, baby," she cooed. "Take it easy. I'm going to finger your ass, then I want you to finger mine, and tonight fuck me up my ass with your big cock."

She worked her middle finger back and forth in my soaped asshole. She added another finger, then another. With three of her fingers in me, my cock buried in her hairy, slick snatch, I was approaching a huge orgasm again. She sensed it, crammed her fingers into me deep, painfully, yanked them out with a juicy slurp in the bubbly water, an embarrassing expulsion of air escaping from my rectum like a fart. She punched my cock deep into her cunt, and jerked back, pulling it out all the way. My engorged meat flopped back against my belly, pre-cum running.

"Damn, for an old fucker, you just have no staying power," she hissed. "We're going to have to get you some delaying cream. I'll pick some up when I go shopping again tomorrow."

"Ummmnh," I moaned, teased once again to the point of cumming, but denied, feeling my juice, even in the bubbly water slime over my lower belly, my cock pulsing, balls tense in their hairy sack.

Yollie relaxed back against me, her hairy cunt resting on my throbbing cock, her lips folded over my meat stick, massaging my hard muscle. "Put your fingers in my ass," she said matter of factly. "Put one up me, then another, and another."

I reached a hand for the cleft of her brown buns. I pulled one cheek to the side with that hand, then grasped her other rounded, firm buttock with the other hand. I pulled her cheeks apart, moved one hand into her crack, ran it up and down, using the bubbly soap as a lubricant. I found her crenolated hole and pressed the end of my middle finger against it, felt its' solid folds, like a lens opening. I pushed against it harder. My fingertip entered her, slid past her tight spinchter.

"Ummmnh," she moaned. "Deeper, baby, put it in me more."

I pushed further, easing my long finger up her rectum, felt the inner ring open for me. 

"Yeah, more," she gasped. "More."

As she leaned against me, her breasts mashing into my chest, her mouth kissing mine again, her lower belly tight on mine, her pussy open over my throbbing cock, I pushed my finger deeper into her, past the first knuckle, the second, to the bottom.

"Oh yeah," she said loudly. "More. Put another one in me."

I backed my middle finger out and added my index finger.

"Yeah, oh yeah," she kept encouraging me, rubbing her cunt up and down on my cock, kissng me, running her tongue deep in my mouth, mashing her belly against mine, her tits on my chest. "Fuck my ass with your fingers. More," she begged.

I slid the two fingers in and out of her asshole, then pulled them back, leaving just the tips in, and added my ring finger.

"Oh my god, you are an assfrigging queer bastard," she yelled so loud I hoped the people in the other suites could not hear her, or at least would recognize she was a woman, not some guy I was fingering. "More," she begged. "If you're going to get this ass tonight, I want all your fingers in me first." She seemed much calmer, much more relaxed as I plundered her tight hole with the three fingers. 

I pulled back again, being careful to not lose the penetration of her gaping hole with my fingertips, and folding my hand, added my little finger. I pushed hard, thankful for the bubbly soap lubing my fingers and her asshole, which was exuding some kind of juice anyway, plus, even in the water, even with her on top of me, her pussy juices were smearing on my hand and sliming her asshole.

I worked my fingers in her rectum. Gasping for breath, so excited at her tits on my chest, her cunt wiping slowly up and down my shaft, occasionally engulfing the head of my cock, her engorged clit touching, even sometimes going into my pee slit (aah, was she fucking me with her clit? fucking my cock with her little cock?), her soft, round belly on my hard, hairy stomach, I had to ask her, "You want me to fist you?'

"Oh no, oh god no, don't put your fist in me. I'm cumming," Yollie screamed, "ooh, ooh, ungh, oooh, ungh, aaah, oooh." Her cum flushed over my cock, bathing it in her juice, even in the bubbly water. 




Ebony Ride Ch. 2



"Ummmmmmmmmnh," she moaned and trembled. More of her cunt cream washed onto me. She lurched up off my hand, yanking it out of her asshole with a slurpy gush. She leaped forward and smashed her hairy split down onto my face. Sat right down, and screamed again, "Eat my 

pussy, you old bastard. Eat my horny cunt. Fuck me with your tongue. Eat that hot gash. Suck it, lick it, fuck it with your tongue." With the pressure of her full-figured body squashing down on my face, I was pushed down in the water, gasped as I took in a mouthful of the bubble bath and her hairy twat, the engorged lips, outer and inner squashing over my nose, mouth and chin.

I dug my tongue into her creamy hole, swiped it up and down her oozing gash, tasting her nectar, felt her lips flutter, her cunt gape open wider. She sat down harder on me. "Eat that cunt," she screamed. Now I was sure, if the neighbors heard her, they would know we were a hetero couple, just enjoying some good, hot sex. I worked my mouth, lips and tongue in her hot, pulsing quim. 

Her tits jiggled up and down as she rode my face. Her belly rolled in and out, back and forth, her pussy slashed over my mouth, asscheeks wiggling as I pointed my tongue and just let her fuck it with her continuously flowing cunt.

My mouth was tiring, she was beating my face hard with her pussy, juice running freely. My tongue weakened, couldn't keep up her pace, so she just fucked my mouth with her cunt, worked it over my lips, my chin, nose, from time to time my tongue, when I could push it into her again.

I got brave, as I tired, and grabbed her ass, pulled it open and stuck my middle finger into her again, dug it into her. She thrashed harder on my mouth. "Oh yeah, fuck me, suck me," she screamed again. "Eat my pussy." Again, a good sound for the neighbors, if they were hearing us. The water was sloshing, bubbles frothing as she rode my face.

Suddenly, Yollie whipped around, reached into the bubble bath, pulled my cock up and engulfed it in her hot, wet mouth. She went down in one gasp to the root of my rod, drove the head deep into her throat, came on my face again, and started sucking me, nursing my knob, laving my shaft with her tongue, licking my balls, which she lifted up out of the water. Then she settled down. She sucked my cock, going up and down on it, sucking on the upstrokes, opening and gasping a bit on the downstrokes, taking me past her point of choking, past her mouth opening into her tighter throat.

She was squatted hard against my face, still rubbing her pussy up and down, back and forth over my lips, nose, chin, feeling my tongue swiping between her splayed open outer and inner lips, on her hard clit, that little cock fully exposed, sticking out of the pulled back sheath about as long and as big around as my little finger to the first knuckle, even further, almost to the second knuckle. And speaking of fingers and knuckles, I had three fingers up her ass again, all the way on the instrokes to the palm of my hand, past all the knuckles, and her cum was just flowing, washing my face.

Again suddenly, as was her style, Yollie jumped up off me. Her mouth left my cock with a loud pop and slurp, her pussy rared off my mouth, her asshole snapped off my fingers, but I saw it gaping open, still spread wide, as she stepped out of the tub.

"You son-of-a-bitch," she said. "Get your sorry, old ass out of that tub. Come into the bedroom and fuck my ass." 

She started toweling the bubble bath and water off her brown body, paying special attention to her cunt and asshole. I struggled slowly out of the tub, my cock standing out, arching up even, almost touching my belly.

Handing me a towel, Yollie said, "You are one sorry motherfucker. You want my black ass don't you? You want to fuck my tight back hole, don't you? You want to ram your big, white cock in this sweet ass, don't you?"

"Umnh, huh," I said weakly, as she re-lit the joint she had brought into the bathroom, took a gulp of her drink; I took a big swallow of the drink she had made for me too, and took the towel from her. We toweled ourselves, toweled each other. I paid particular attention to her firm tits, hairy snatch, rounded butt, even wiped inside the cleft of her ass. She rubbed my face, neck, shoulders, back, chest, belly, cock, balls, gave the same attention to the inside of my butt cleft, worked down my thighs, the calves of my legs, feet, and took my cock in her mouth and nursed it gently as she dried my body.

I knelt on the bathroom floor and kissed her pussy, spread her lips with my tongue, and lapped at her cunt. "Unh, uh," she said. "Enough, I want you to fuck my ass, now," she hissed wantonly, and smiled again. She turned and walked out of the bathroom.

I took another deep swallow of the drink, hoping I was up to the task of fucking this black slut's tight asshole, satisfying her with my aged dong. When I walked into the man room Yollie was on her bed, propped up against the pillow, taking a draw on the rolled cigarette, then a swallow of the whiskey, stroking her pussy with her free hand, and moving it up, wet with her juices, still flowing, to massage her breasts. 

"We're not going to use a rubbber, Dick, so I have some vaseline here," she said to me. " I want your cock in my ass now, so get over here and put this grease in my ass, on my hole, and on your randy, old cock, then shove it into me."

What a slut, I thought. Although half my age, Yollie knew much more than me about sex. Was she a pro? a whore? or just an experienced, young woman? We would find out all about that later with the white woman, the other one; the four of us, and more about Yollie's life as a black girl with her father, brothers, cousins, uncles, neighbors, and how she came to be with her white boyfriend.

Right now, though, I was going to fuck her, right in her firm, round, protruding dark ass, right up her puckered, black hole, right in her tight shit chute. I had been fucked in the ass, but never fucked an ass. I was excited, throbbing, my cock sticking straight out, even arching up from my thick pubic hairs, bouncing above my cum-filled balls as I walked to join her on her bed. 

She handed me the open jar of vaseline. I dipped my fingers into it and came out with a thick glob on my index and middle fingers. "Oh yeah, baby, put that in my ass," Yollie said, lustfully. She kneeled her tits against the bed, ass up, opened her cheeks for me with both her hands, and said, "Do it. Grease my hole."

I brought my fingers to her crinkled, black ring, smeared the vaseline on her puckered hole. "Push it in," she said, "get it deep in me, as deep as you can go with our fingers." She moaned and trembled as I pushed two vaseline-coated fingers up her asshole, as far as they would go into her rectum.

"Put it on your cock now," she instructed me, "grease your pole." Again I followed her instructions. I swiped the remnant of what I had pushed up her hole on my cockhead. Looking back at me between her legs, she said, "That's not enough. Get more and really lube up your big cock. It's going to hurt anyway, so make it as slick as you can." 

I dipped my fingers into the jar again, brought out another big glob and coated my cock with it. "Damn, I'm about to cum again," I screeched. 

"Don't you cum you motherfucker. Quit stroking your cock. Put it in me," Yollie commanded me. "And you go slow too, you old, cuntlicking, pussyeating, cunnyfucking, niggerholes bastard," she hissed at me. Arching her back and pushing back toward me, spreading her cheeks wider with her hands, watching the porno video on the pay-for-view tv, Yollie grunted as the head of my cock slid right past her spinchter, the mushroom crown stretching her back hole even though four of my fingers had been in there before, in the tub.

As my cock entered her, Yollie let her cheeks go, her cleft closed over my shaft, the part that was not in her. She moaned, "Oh, yeah, more, easy, go easy, stick it up my ass." I eased forward, another inch of my cock sliding into her tight back passage. "Unnh," she grunted. I felt her asshole ripple. "Just a little more, baby. Just a little bit at a time. You're so long, thick, go slow," she pleaded. I felt her inner ring, the one inside the tight outer spincther open for me.

"Yeah, shove it," she said. I pushed again, and my whole cock slid right up her ass, all the way into her rectum, until my pubic hairs pressed against her cheeks, my balls rested on her hairy, wet cunt. "Fuck me now, Rob, fuck my ass," she ordered me in her command voice again.

I wanted to make love to Yollie, not just fuck her ass in this, my first experience. I reached around her lower belly and felt her wet pussy. I ran a finger up and down her slit, flicked her big, erect, unhooded clit, held my palm against her wiry bush. I reached for a tit, felt the nub of her hard nipple, almost as big as her clit, rolled my thumb and forefinger around it, pulled on it, released it, cupped her other breast in my hand, pinched that nipple, pulled my cock back, and looked down. Just the head of my cock was in her, her anus was folded back, gripping the crown of my cock, the fat, mushroom head. 

"Unnnh," Yollie moaned, " fuck my ass, fuck it." She rocked back into me driving my throbbing cock up her tight hole. "Fuck me you bastard. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck my shit hole. Cram your cock into me. Fuck me good. Make me cum. Unnnnnnnngh, oooooh," she moaned as I slid my cock into her again, stroking her clit, fondling her tits, kissing the back of her neck, the tight-wired hairs there, sticking my tongue in her left ear, licking her back, tonguing her other ear as she rolled her head from side to side, rocked back and forth, her driving my cock into her tight asshole.

I kissed, licked and sucked her ebony skin, moved my hips, slidng my cock, thrusting, pulsing, throbbbing into her rectum, massaged her swinging tits, stroked her cunt with my finger, another one, another one – three of them, deep into her, feeling me working in her, just on the other side of the thin membrane, rubbing her thick, hard, wet clit.

Her asshole gripped me strong, rippled over my cock, pulsed as she came, washing my hand again with her juices. "Oh Yolllie, I'm going to cum," I moaned into her ear, as I licked it. She rocked her ass back into me, and yelled again, "Cum you mothafucker, you black ass fucker, cum in me, give me your cock, slam it to me, cream my asshole, shoot your load, fill me up." 

I started pulsing, my cock still moving back and forth in her ass, my cum squirting into her bowels, squishing around my shaft, gripped tight as she came again. She rocked, humped, moved around and around, pressed back against me. "Oh yeah, you old sod, fuck my black ass, fill me with your hot cum, give me all that juice." Her juices flooded my hand again as I rammed my cock deeper into her ass, shooting in her.

She fell forward, her anus still clasping my cock, almost painfully buried inside her, soothed only by my cum and a tan cream coating my still pulsing, throbbing rod. I eased out of her ass, with an audible plop, a sucking sound, watched her rectum, as I held her cheeks apart, close slowly. Then I leaned back, bent down and kissed her asshole, tongued it, sucked my cum out of her. She spun around on me quickly, and engulfed my shrinking, ass-and cum-flavored cock in her mouth. She went right down on it and sucked all our juices off of it. I was tingling so bad I couldn't stand it. I swiped my tongue across her slowly closing asshole, over her taint, into her quim, up onto her clit, took it between my lips and sucked her to another mindbending, bodyracking cum. 

"Oh," Yollie moaned, "you are such a sorry bastard, you old fuck," Breathing heavily, she kissed my balls, tasting the sweat on them, moved her mouth up my body, over my cock, belly, to my nipples, mouth. She kissed me. I tasted my sweat and hers, our juices on her lips and tongue. "Leave me the fuck alone," she commanded me. "Get away from me. I need to rest."

Always obedient to this young, black woman, I rolled over, relaxed, and fell asleep. Yollie smoked another joint, drank some more whiskey, watched the porno tv channel some more and fingerfucked herself to yet another cum. 

When we woke up in the morning, my cock was up her ass again, limp, my mouth covered with her pussy juices. I had no idea how that had played out, but was sure we were in for some more 

fun, as I roused out of bed, showered, and dressed for work. While Yollie slept, I went flying. This time I had cargo and a passenger - a white woman, reporter for a southern, entertainment news publication. We – the white woman and I - talked on the flight down, mostly me pointing out landmarks, sights to her. She rode back with me from the work site, back to the motel after gathering her news for the day, doing what entertainment reporters do.

Like Yollie, she enjoyed the return flight, watching the sunset, the moonrise, darkness enveloping us, but she didn't express any problem with drugs onboard or anything else. Seemed rather demure, as a matter of fact.

We were real tired when we got back to the motel. I introduced Yollie to Sandra. They, both being women, slept in the same bed, and I left for the next day's flight, as usual, early in the morning. I was in for quite a surprise when I got back to the motel that evening.



Ebony Ride Ch. 3



After two days of fucking and sucking with Yolanda, I had left her in bed with Sandra, an entertainment reporter for a southern publication.

Flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas and making a daily round-trip from Midland-Odessa to a remote airstrip in a resort community on the Rio Grande, I invited residents and workers in the resort community to ride with me. Yolanda, a young, black woman who tended bar at the saloon in the western resort town, took me up on my offer. Half my age, she was young, in her early 20s, about 5' 5," 120 pounds, just a bit plump, with a beautiful face, nice white-toothed smile, full red lips, and a nicely rounded body, articulate, well-spoken. She brought some smoke with her on the flight and in the motel suite where we stayed surprised me with some fantastic sucking and fucking after she had a few drinks and smoked a bit. On our second night together she gave up her ass to me. Then I picked up Sandra, took her to the work site, brought her back to the motel and left her the next morning with Yolanda. The two of them had slept, just slept together in one of the double beds of the suite. I had slept alone in the other double bed. Yollie and I had cooled it since I was tired from working, and we were not too sure about Sandra yet.

Sandra was very different from Yollie, White and skinny, she stood 5' 7," weighed just over a hundred pounds and seemed to have tiny tits matching her small, almost scrawny frame. She was in her mid-to-late-30s, younger than me but older than Yollie. 

When I got home to the motel from the day's flight, the room reeked of marijuana and a burning josh stick trying to mask that distinctive odor. Coming down the foyer I noticed the tub was full of Yolanda's favorite bubble bath, and there was a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the top of the stocked refrigerator, and two almost empty glasses of the liquor and ice cubes on the counter. Rounding the corner into the main salon, there I saw Yollie and Sandy buck-naked. 

Yollie was bent head down on the bed, her tits pressed into the sheet, two pillows under her stomach, her firm rounded ass lifted high. Sandy was kneeling behind Yollie, licking the black woman's asshole, swiping her tongue up and down Yollie's dark brown crack, tounguing the taut rectum I had just fucked two nights ago. The contrast of the big-titted, plump black woman and the skinny, white woman with small breasts jutting from her chest just astounded me. Sandra had one hand buried in Yollie's cunt digging away at it, and she was fingering her own pussy with her other hand, while Yollie held her cheeks apart giving Sandy's tongue deep access in the dark cleft of her ass.

"Well, well, I see we've gotten acquainted," I said, surprising both of them. Sandy jerked her head up, yanked her hands out of their respective pussies and tried to cover her little tits with her slimy fingers, her mouth covered with saliva, girl cum, and the musky juices from Yollie's asshole.

"Oh, you old fart," Yollie said, looking around at me, but otherwise not changing her position. "You scared the crap out of me, well not quite," she giggled, "else Sandy would have gotten a mouthful. Sandy was just teaching me how to lick an asshole. Get out of those dirty clothes, clean up, real good, real good, you old bastard, and get your nasty, tired, old prick in here so we can all have some fun. Is that okay with you, Sandy," she asked, do you mind fucking around with this old dude?"

"Jeeze," Sandy said, by now having wrapped her naked body in the sheet, "he did scare the crap out of me. At least I think I peed myself," she added, wiping the mess off her face ineffectively with one of her sticky hands. "No, I don't mind fucking around with him," Sandy offered. "He's kinda cute and knows so much about the desert. Really kept me entertained on the trip home last night. I just need to relax for a few minutes, stop shaking. Look at me, my nipples are hard as rocks." With that she lowered the sheet to show us the evidence. Her nipples were not only hard as rocks, they stuck out longer than any I had ever seen on a woman before. They were longer than my little finger past the first knuckle and about that big around, perked out on in the middle of her reddish-brown aerola, capping her little, 32A breasts.

"I'll go clean up," I said, sitting on the opposite bed to remove my cowboy boots, peel off my socks, standing to drop my pants and shorts, and removing my shirt, revealing my hard, hairy body, muscular shoulders, chest, washboard abs, half-hard cock, lowhanging balls, and strong legs.

"See," Yollie said, "I told you he has a nice dick, and he is such a good fucker. I think he's in love with my black ass," she grinned lasciviously. 

"You're right Yol," Sandy agreed, "he does have a nice body, a good-sized cock and balls just like you said. They look full of cum for us too."

"I'll bet they are," Yollie said. "He didn't get any last night. Probably has several big loads for us." With her last comment, Yollie reached over and fondled my nuts, stroked my cock. It starting rising.

"No you don't you old fuck," Yollie said. "Go take a bath." She released my stiffening rod as I turned away, heading for the bathroom.

Yollie hopped off the bed her big tits jiggling, her ass wobbling as she went to the counter and refreshed their drinks. Then the two of them shared another joint and drank more whiskey, as I drained the tub and showered, paying particular attention to my hairy asshole. I wanted Sandy to show me how to lick ass also, just as she had been showing Yollie.

When I came out of the bathroom, drying just a little bit, Yollie and Sandy were in a 69, licking each others pussies and assholes. Yollie was on top, her big tits hanging down, her head between Sandy's legs, her mouth, lips and tongue working from Sandy's puckered, dark pink rectum, up over her splayed open pussy lips, and across her clit, not too surprisingly matching in size her long nipples. Sandy was on her back, legs opened wide, small hips bouncing up and down, her mouth, lips and tongue matching on Yollie's asshole, open cunt, and prominent, unsheathed clit the black woman's movements. 

"Oh yeah, yeah, eat me, tongue fuck me," Sandy moaned as Yollie lashed at the white woman's thrashing body. "I'm cumming, cuuuummmmmmmminnng," Sandy screamed, releasing a gush of juice onto Yollie's face.

"Unh, unh, unh," Yollie grunted, "me, me, oh yeah, me too. Ooooooooooooh, unnnnnngh." Her cum ran down both of Sandy's cheeks, into her ears, over her neck as Yollie smashed her big tits against Sandy's belly, collapsing on top of the small, white woman, covering Sandy with her black flesh.

I had just stood there, stroking my hard cock, smearing pre-cum all over the head and down the shaft, watching these two insatiable, half-drunk, smoked up sluts fuck each other. Yollie rolled off Sandy, onto her side. She looked up at me from the bed. "Well, studly, old man, bring that big cock over here and show us you can handle two hot women at once," she said, crooking a brown finger at me. "Lay down with us. Let Sandy lick you, show you how to do an asshole right. Will you do that," Sandy, "will you eat this old buzzard's ass."

"Umnh," Sandy moaned, her eyes glazed with lust, the liquor, and dilated from the smoke. "Yeth," she slurred. "I'll suck his pussy, unh, his hairy asshole, if he'll promise to fuck me with that big cock," she giggled, "but only in the pussy, no assfucking, not like he did you Yol."

Obviously they had been talking while I was away, swapping stories. "I promise," I said, laying on my back on the bed, opening and raising my legs.

"Eat his ass," Yollie hissed commandingly. "Lick his balls. I'll suck his cock." Yollie rolled over half on top of me and started kissing and licking the head of my pre-cum oozing cock. Sandy lay down between my legs, raised them with her hands, spread my cheeks, licked and mouthed my balls, nuzzled my hairy nut sack, and licked up and down my crack. I was going crazy, straining not to cum, as Yollie's tits massaged my stomach, her mouth closed over the head of my cock and she went down on my shaft, taking me deeper and deeper. Sandy's mouth and lips worked on my balls, in the cleft of my butt. Her tongue snaked out and licked my puckered hole. She pointed her tongue and dug it into my crenolated ring. She was making love to my asshole, adoring it, slaving it with her wet tongue. Yollie was sucking my cock, deeper and deeper with each up and down movement of her head until she had me engulfed fully down her throat, her lips on my pubic hairs. 

Amidst the wet slurping sounds I heard moaning and realized it was me. I was about to cum. My cock was throbbing, pulsing, my lower belly clenched, balls drawing up tight in my scrotum. Yollie noticed my approaching orgasm. She slurped up my cock, drawing her tight, wet mouth up its full length, released the head from between her lips with a loud, juicy plop. 

"No you don't you aged asshole," she hissed. "You've got to satisfy two hot women with that old dick tonight. Get up her and fuck Sandy. Sandy stop licking his wrinkled old butt. Lay back and let him fuck you. He is good for an old man. 

Sandy rolled over right where she was at the foot of the bed. On her back, she rested her heels on the edge of the bed, spread her legs wide, rocked her lower body up and down a couple of times, reached down with a hand and opened her sticky pussy lips, pulling her hairy quim apart, exposing her pink inner lips and the nectar-bubbling center hole of her cunt. 

"Fuck her," Yollie said huskily. "Fuck her pretty, little pussy. Fuck that white cunt."

I stood at the foot of the bed, bent my arched up, pre-cum leaking cock, covered with Yollie's saliva down to Sandy's pussy. I swiped the head up and down in her slit, teased her clit with my knob. Sandy shuddered and moaned. "Oh yeah," she groaned, "give me the first cock I have ever had other than my husband's."

I slid the head past her soft, velvety, wet lips. "Unnnngh," she moaned. "Ooooh." I pushed more into her. She humped up against me taking half my erection into her honey hole. "Oh, damn," she said, "it's so big. That's as deep as Roger ever did me," naming her husband. Her legs slammed tight against me. "Wait, wait, wait," she pleaded anxiously. "It's too big."

I held still, felt her cunt soaking my cock with her juices, her lips fluttering, the walls of her pussy opening slowly. Looking down at her little titties, I was fascinated by those long nipples. I leaned over her and licked one of them, kissed it, took it in my mouth and sucked it. "Oooooh," she moaned, her legs relaxed, opening again. "Suck my titties," she said. I sucked the one in my mouth, then turned to the other one. I kissed, licked and mouthed it, nursed it gently between my lips, drawing its full length inside my mouth onto the tip of my tongue. I flicked and sucked it.

"Ooooooooh, Sandy's legs relaxed, opened wider and she came, shuddering, shaking, flooding my cock with her warm, slimy juices. My cock slid right up her cunt as she arched up into me. My balls rested between her ass cheeks, our pubic hairs mashed together, her clit mashed against the hairs covering the little mound just beyond the base of my cock. 

I pulled back slowly until only the head remained. She arched up. I pushed forward, sliding my cock back all the way into her. In a steady rhythm we fucked real slow, both of us moving in time with each other as I sucked one of her extra long nipples then the other. 

Meanwhile, Yollie was not just a spectator. She had gotten behind me, kissed and licked my balls and asshole for awhile. Then she got up on the bed and squatted over Sandy's face. Sitting right down on Sandy's mouth, facing me, watching us fuck, Yollie rocked her lower body back and forth, fucking Sandy's face with her wet cunt and asshole. Sweating profusely, the three of us worked together for several minutes. Then Yollie, always in command, said, "Cum in her cunt. Fill her pussy with your hot load."

I clamped down on Sandy's nipple, the one I had in my mouth at that moment and started sucking it harder, moving my cock back and forth in her clasping cunt faster and faster, working her "g" spot, as she gasped into Yollie's leaking pussy and swiped her tongue in Yollie's asshole.

"Oh, ah, unnnngh," muffled, Sandy moaned into Yollie's crotch. Sandy's cunt flooded my cock with her cum. Her pussy walls rippled, gripped me tighter, released, gripped, released, gripped; more juice washed over my pistoning cock, and I started cumming in her hot, clasping hole. I shoved a middle finger up Sandy's asshole and finished cumming, massing my cock through the thin membrane with my own finger. Sandy lurched away at my digital invasion of her rectum, then she stopped squirming, and resumed humping as Yollie came all over Sandy's mouth. I just kept working my cock into Sandy's now gushy quim, filling her with hot cum, until I couldn't stand the tingling sensation anymore on the head of my dick. Our juices squished out of her and ran down the crack of her ass, staining the sheet. 

Yollie brought her hairy, black pussy off Sandy's mouth, presented it to me. I kissed and tongued it. She pushed me away. I backed off, stood up straight and pulled my cock out of Sandy's cum-oozing cunt. Yollie dove down on it and ate my cum out of Sandy's pussy. 

On shaky legs I walked to the counter and made me drink of ice and straight JD. I sipped my drink while sitting in a chair, watching Yollie eat my cum, slurp it out of Sandy's again quivering hole, and Sandy once more licking Yollie's pussy and asshole. They came in rapid succession, one after the other, in a few minutes, rolled apart, took up their drinks and shared another drink as we talked. We decided we were hungry. We got dressed and went to late dinner. 

When we got back to the room, we enjoyed more asslicking, cuntlapping, cocksucking, and I fucked Yollie in her pussy, then in her asshole, as Sandy watched, fascinated at my cock penetrating Yollie's tight ass. Yollie invited Sandy to have some of my cock up her ass, but Sandy declined. "I didn't even like it when he stuck his finger in me," Sandy said. "I was almost embarrassed. Thought he was going to find something in there," the willing asslicker said. I had felt the bottom of some excrement up her rectum, and that is the point at which I stopped pushing my finger into her.

"He knows what he's doing," Yollie reassured Sandy. "When he shoves his big cock up your little ass, it'll pack it tight. It won't be a problem, right Rob?"

"Right, Yol," I agreed. Now I need to get some rest. I have to fly in the morning, and you two. I have a fair idea what you will be doing. Just don't wear yourselves out until I get home, okay?"

"Okay, you horny old bastard," Yollie agreed, "we'll save some pussy and ass for you. Besides we're going girl shopping tomorrow."

I didn't know if she meant they were going shopping for a girl, or girls, or shopping for more clothes, and I was too damn tired at the moment to care. I collapsed in the bed, and woke to the alarm in the morning with both of them spooning me, front and back, each of their pussies covered by one of the others hands reaching around me, Sandy's other hand on my cock and interestingly Yollie's finger up Sandy's asshole. I eased out of the bed, showered, dressed and went flying, in for another surprise on this day – the third woman to join our little sex circus.



Ebony Ride Ch. 4



I left Yolanda and Sandra in the morning to go flying after a hot, wet night of sex with them. They were going shopping for a girl, or girls, or shopping for more clothes. Today, as I made the daily round-trip flight there was another surprise for us – a third woman to join our little sex circus.

Flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas and making a daily round-trip from Midland-Odessa to a remote airstrip in a resort community on the Rio Grande, I invited residents and workers in the resort community to ride with me. Yolanda, a young, black woman bartender at the saloon in the resort town, took me up on my offer. Half my age, she was young, in her early 20s, about 5' 5," 120 pounds, a bit plump, with a beautiful face, nice smile, full red lips, and a nicely rounded body. She brought some smoke with her on the flight and in the motel suite where we stayed surprised me with some fantastic sucking and fucking after she had a few drinks and smoked a bit. On our second night together she gave up her ass to me. Then I picked up Sandra, took her to the work site, brought her back to the motel and left her the next morning with Yolanda. Sandra was very different from Yollie, white and skinny, she stood 5' 7," weighed just over a hundred pounds and seemed to have tiny tits matching her small, almost scrawny frame. She was in her mid-to-late-30s, younger than me but older than Yollie, and an expert at kissing ass. Yollie, Sandy and I had gotten it on together, then I went to work, flying, making the daily round-trip.

An hour before I left the remote site to head back to Midland-Odessa, one of the key men in the company came to the airplane where I was loading cargo. He asked me if I could take a passenger with me on this evening's flight. I told him I could. Then, he said, with a leer, "You take good care of her now. She is special, my mistress, real precious."

"You know me, sir," I said, "I treat all our cargo and passengers as precious."

"Yeah, right," he said offhandedly. "She has been with me for a few days, just wants to get to town to pick up a few things. Probably rest her little cunny," he added, punching me on the shoulder playfully. "I have been fucking her for three days now," he added, bragging. "Her tight twat has to be sore as hell by now," he leered.

"Okay, sir, I'll come to your room to get her when I am ready to leave," I told him. "Does she have much luggage?"

"Not much," he said, "just an overnight bag. She didn't need many clothes to be with me," he added, bragging again.

He left. I finished loading the cargo, pre-flighting the airplane, and drove the company-provided Lincoln Continental with leather seats, a helluva stereo system and all over to his bungalow. I had to park some distance away on the gravel road. As I walked up to the little house I noticed the curtains were open as was the front door. I heard some funny sounds emanating from the living room, so I went to the window and looked inside. A buxom, longhaired blonde, was on her knees naked in front of the corporate executive sitting on the rich brown leather sofa. She was sucking his cock and sliding her slender hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls with her other hand, her long fingernails tinted bright red.

I thought now what the fuck do I do? I need to get the hell out of here. I have a two+-hour flight ahead of me, a lot of work to do, and Yollie and Sandy. Oh yeah, Yollie and Sandy. My cock stirred in my desert dust-stained jeans, thinking of those two sluts and seeing the corpulent company man get his cock sucked and jacked, balls fondled. I cupped my crotch, then looked back through the window. Mr. Suit and Tie, Bigshot, was shooting his cum in his mistress' mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucked, slurped, slobbered and swallowed, but the overflow ran out the corners of her mouth, down her chin and over her pumping fist. 

I went to the open door, rapped on it lightly, and called out, "Sir, you here? I'm ready to go." 

"Just a minute, just a minute," he said hastily. 

His lover rose from her kneeling position, swiped the back of her dry hand over her chin and lips, and skittered off to the bathroom, her big tits jiggling, her fleshy ass bobbling as she trotted out of the living room. Mr. Suit and Tie pulled his shorts up, covering his slimy cock, and came to the door.

Flushed red, just having cum in his woman's mouth, he rasped, "So you're ready are you? She'll be right out, just freshening up. Here's her bag." Slave that I was, he handed me her small valise.

In just a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom, dressed in a silk blouse, no bra, and tight jeans covering her well-toned body, wearing western boots.

"This is Charlene," he said. "Charlene, Rob."

Looking me straight in the eyes, guessing I had seen her sucking his cock, jacking it, and massaging his balls, she extended her hand. I shook it and breathed in her sweet smell. No hint of his cum; she smelled of expensive perfume and toothpaste, as she said breathily, "Hi, Rob, glad to meet you. Ready to go?"

"Yes Charlene, I am ready to go," I said, "it's already getting dark. We really need to be on our way."

"Okay," she responded. Then she turned and gave Mr. Suit a wet mouth, tongue-probing kiss. He clasped one of her cheeks in a fat hand, cupped her breast with his other hand, making her nipple stand prominent underneath the thin silk. She grasped his crotch, and said, as they broke their kiss, "I'll be back in a day or so, honey."

"Yes," he answered.

Charlene and I left, walked to the Lincoln, where I opened the door for her, put her bag on the bag seat, and drove her to the airplane ready on the ramp. I escorted her to the plane, being sure she ducked her head underneath the high wing, assisted her into the passenger seat, buckled her seat belt and shoulder harness, taking care not to brush her tits with my hands, walked around, and climbed aboard.

Routinely we taxied as I briefed her on the flight, emergency procedures, smoking rules and such, took off, and climbed for altitude. Charlene was as excited as a child in a candy store. She told me this was her first flight in a corporate airplane. She had been driven to meet Mr. Suit at the resort. Her excitement was obvious as I saw, even in the subdued light of the cockpit at night, her nipples, like little nubs sticking out underneath her silk blouse. She watched the moonrise for awhile as we talked aimlessly, then she leaned back in the seat and fell asleep. I guessed she was real tired from fucking her fat lover for the past several days.

Charlene was a California girl, woman really; in her early 40s, just a few years younger than me, but with a fine body – 38Ds, slim waist, 36 hips, slender legs, full lips; 5'7", I guessed, about 120 pounds; one fine older woman. Obviously she worked out at a gym regularly, knew make-up techniques well, and her perfume was so alluring. I flew along in silence, as she slept, my cock straining hard in my jeans. 

She woke up just as we started to let down for approach to Midland-Odessa. Being ever the gentleman, I left the cargo on the airplane and took her to the motel. When we walked into the suite, the smell of marijuana and the josh sticks was strong again, and the slurping sounds of two women enjoying sex filled our ears.

"Oh, god," Charlene said, when she and I saw Sandy and Yollie on the bed. Sandy was on top, her white flesh flat on Yollie's black body. Their tongues were working on each others clits, pussylips and puckered ass rings, hands massaging tits; both of them moaning, not caring we were watching them. "I want a smoke so bad," Charlene said. "Do you think they'll mind?" she asked reaching for a joint on the nightstand.

"They don't seem to mind shit, not even that we are here," I said loudly.

Raising her mouth from Sandy's wet, open pussy, "Oh, don't be such a prick," Yollie said, in a drunken slur, since they had been drinking the provided whiskey as well as smoking. "Who's the new cunt? Aren't we enough for you, you old fuck?" she hissed, grinning at her own humor.

"This is Charlene," I said, as Yollie and Sandy rolled apart, onto their backs, exposing both their wet snatches, slimy assholes, and four flushed breasts, nipples hardened. "Charlene, Yolanda and Sandra," I introduced them formally. 

"Oh now aren't we proper," Yollie slurred. "You say something about smoke, Charlene?" Yol asked.

"Yes," Charlene said. "I've been with my lover the last couple of days getting fucked royally, but he doesn't let me smoke. May I?" she asked, picking up the joint. 

"Of course," Yollie said, "and Sandy and I will join you. What are you going to do, you old asshole?" she asked me.

"Well, actually, Yol,, I am going to go back to work. I have to take care of the cargo yet," I explained. 

"Then get the fuck gone," she said, "while us girls get to know each other better. Want a drink, Charlie?" Yol asked her new friend. Sandra just grinned at me, wiping her saliva and Yol's pussy juices off her mouth. Then she said, "Hurry back, Rob, please. I want some cock."

I went over and kissed Sandy's girl-cum and assmusk-tasting lips, played with her long nipples, then broke the kiss, and said, "I'll hurry, baby."

"Oh you're being so fucking sweet," Yol slurred. "Is that the only way an old cock like you can get some tight, young pussy?" She fixed drinks for her, Sandy and Charlene, and lit the joint, sucking in a mouthful of smoke, then handing it to Charlene. 

"Yeah, yeah, Yol," I said, "that's the only reason I'm nice, so I can get fucked. I'm so desperate." 

"Well, you hurry back then baby, and we'll all fuck you," Yol slurred.

I gave her a kiss, felt her kinky-haired, slimy cunt, fondled her big tits, and left to do my work.

When I returned a couple of hours later, Yol, Sandy and Charllie were naked together on the bed. They were in a cuntlicking, assrimming circle, fondling tits, moaning, groaning, maybe even cumming together. I undressed, showered, and followed my cock, pointing straight out back into the bedroom. I climbed up onto the bed with them. Charlie, feeling me mash down the bed, took my cock in her hand and guided it to her mouth, fresh from Yol's crotch. She kissed, licked, and sucked it, using her well-practiced mistress techniques. As the night wore on, I was sucked by all three of them. They all rimmed my ass, mouthed my balls, and took my cock, in their cunts, and up their asses. Our mouths were all over each other – nipples, pussies, clits, cock, balls, asses, navels, necks, mouths. 

I didn't get any sleep. Every time I started fading another mouth enveloped my cock, a tongue licked me, a cunt or ass took my dick in them; tits wallowed all over me, round firm asses. I titfucked Charlie, and she licked my cock as it popped through her breasts which she kept folded over my pistoning rod. We were all covered with cum – the woman juice, and my white globs, then thin, runny clear slime. I showered, dressed, did the job, and returned the next evening for a repeat of the past night's activity. The only variety was we went out to dinner and dance. The three horny cunts wore me out on the dance floor, then we went back to the motel and fucked to exhaustion. We slept some that night, then all four loaded into the airplane with the cargo to do the daily run.

On the flight, Yol, Sandy and Charlie joined the mile-high club. They sucked me in turn, then mounted me with their cunts, even took me up their asses in flight. This took some special technique. I took off my boots and jeans, sat in between the pilot and co-pilot or passenger seat, put my left foot on the left rudder pedal on the pilot's side, right foot on the right rudder pedal on the passenger side, set the locks on the throttles and mixture handles hard, and adjusted the trim carefully to account for the humping motions as the women mounted me, facing me, their backs to the panel and windshield, and rode my cock. About five minutes before we reached the point to let down for landing at the resort on the Rio Grande, I came a heavy load in Charlie's hairy box.

"Oh shit," she said, climbing off me. "Now I'm in real big fucking trouble. My man is going to want to fuck me right away, and he'll know you have just cum in me. Besides my ass is so sore, my jaw even aches from eating pussy and sucking you the last two days.

"Don't worry, baby," Yol said. "Get back here with me, and I'll lick you clean, swab all his cum out of your sweet pussy." Sandy agreed, "Yeah, Charlie, come back here and let us clean you up."

They did, and Charlie was not found out. She left her lover though to come live with Sandy and me. Sandy and I married each other. I started writing songs. Charlie, it turned out, was a singer and player in an LA band. She sang the songs, and Sandy promoted them. We lived together in an open marriage, work relationship. Yol left her boyfriend for a black man about 10 years older than her. We – all five of us – get together from time to time for some hot sex. It always worries me when Randall – Randy – fucks one of my women. He is a big, black bastard with such a big cock, I fear they will leave me someday to go with him and Yol. I am getting older, after all, and trying to keep up with these younger people. Sandy assures me she will never leave me as long as I lick her ass just the way she taught me. Charlie says she will stay too for me and Sandy to do her. 

[Keep voting on the stories. They are based in the truth, and we – Sandy, Charlie, Yol, Randy, and I – will enjoy getting feedback from you.]



Ebony Ride



We collapsed together. Her cum-filled twat pulsing over my cock, massaging it all over. I pushed deeper into her. We fell asleep. I awoke in the morning, still buried in her, and fucked her again with my piss hard-on, as she came awake with me pistoning back and forth in her tight, cum-soaked cunt while I kissed, licked and sucked her titties, and we kissed. 

We got up together, cum running from her cunt, still oozing out of my cock. She cleaned it with her mouth, and I ate her out, making her cum two or three more times. Then we showered together. I went flying for the day. She went shopping. Tonight, we were going to be together again, and I wondered what new adventures we might have. She had said something in the airplane about all her holes, had been inviting about joining the mile-high club. So there is more to cum, I'm thinking.

And there was. The next night, when she opened another hole for me. The flight back a few days later when she became a mile-high club member, and before that when a white woman joined us for a 3-way, then another white woman joined us for a 4-way. 

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