1 comments/ 94871 views/ 1 favorites Have You Ever? By: doiknowyou "Have you ever had a black man before?" he asked. I could hear the grin in his voice. "Nope" I responded - with a grin on my face as well. "Never?! Not even a kiss?!" he sounded very surprised. Laughing a bit, I repeated myself, "Nope. Not even a kiss. I've been attracted to some black guys before... very attracted, in fact... but nothing ever came of it." His voice got even sexier (if that's possible) as he told me, "You come meet me, and I'll show you what you been missin', girl. You won't ever wanna go back!" I couldn't help it - I laughed out loud. "Well! You don't have a confidence problem, now do you?!" He laughed as well, and told me, "I just know it's the truth! You gotta try it - gotta experience it!" His voice got soft and sexy again. "When you gonna let me show you? Come on..." As I got out of the car, my heart was beating wildly. I was almost shaking. What in the world was I doing?! He really sounded like a great guy on the phone and online over the past weeks, and we had had many wonderful conversations in that short amount of time. I already felt like I'd known him forever, and he always left me with a smile, but what did I really know for sure about him? I looked around me. It was a very nice neighborhood, and it was a beautiful day. He had assured me that we could just talk until I felt comfortable - even if that meant that I had to come back another time. In fact, he'd already said that he would want me to come back. He wanted us to be good friends. For some reason, I believed him when he said that. Fixing my shorts and my shirt, smoothing my hair, I locked the car door and walked up the stairs to the door, trying to look calm and collected (in case he was watching through the window). I took a deep breath, and as I let it out, I knocked with a friendly little rhythmic knock on the door. I anxiously peeked inside as the door opened, and sure enough - there was the man whose picture I had memorized from his email. He was a bit shorter than I had imagined, but otherwise, pretty much what I had expected from his picture. He smiled, opening the door wider so that I could enter, and I stepped into a dimly lit living room with soft, sexy jazz coming from the stereo. He closed the door, and we stood there smiling... looking each other over. "You're very pretty, girl!" he said with a big grin, as I laughed and said, "Well, thank you!" I stepped closer to give him a hello hug. As our arms went around each other, I suddenly felt much more relaxed. As I pulled back from the hug, I looked into his eyes... and had to kiss him. It was like I couldn't help myself, as I leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met, mouths open so that we could taste each other. I had imagined kissing those lips from the first day that I talked to him and he sent me his picture, and I was not disappointed. Just as we started to breathe heavy and our hands started to wander - the phone rang! We both laughed a little bit as we let go of each other, and I went to sit on the couch and wait for him. Once again I noticed the soft jazz... the lyrics about love... that filled the room, and I had to smile. This man was prepared! My eyes scanned the room as he talked on the phone, noticing that it was decorated very nicely. Photos were displayed around the room, and it was very comfortable. I heard him hang up the phone, and he made his way over to the couch, where he sat down next to me with his hand lightly tapping my knee. "Take off your shoes. Make yourself comfortable!" Smiling, I responded, "OK" as I kicked off my shoes and swung one leg over his. "You comfortable now?" he laughed as his hand rested on my knee this time. He leaned towards me a bit. I wasn't sure what had come over me. Maybe the days of hearing his sexy voice making not-so-veiled references to what our bodies could do together had made an even bigger impact on me than I had thought. I found myself reaching for him and kissing him deeply. As we both tried to regain our composure, he cleared his throat, "Mmm hmmm... so tell me - how is Miss Sue doin' today?", but the sound of his voice made my pulse race, and all I could manage was, "She's doing just fine… now..." as we both gave up on the small talk and started kissing like two starved people sitting down to a large meal. He pulled back from the kiss, and I watched as he got up off of the couch to kneel between my legs. He slowly lifted my shirt up, baring my stomach, and I could tell that he was watching for my reaction. When I grinned and moaned, he lifted it further - and we removed it together. His hands cupped my breasts as I heard what sounded like an approving "Mmmmm", and I leaned forward so that he could remove my bra as well. With his warm hands on my breasts and his fingers teasing my hard nipples, I was moaning with pleasure as he paused to remove his own t-shirt. I was suddenly struck by his chocolate skin. I had to reach out and touch him. My hands ran over his shoulders, his back, and his chest. We were kissing once again as he stopped for a moment to ask, "Do you wanna do this here, or in the bedroom?" I paused for a moment, but decided that I wasn't ready for the bedroom quite yet. "Let's just stay here for now." He looked a bit surprised, but recovered quickly as I felt his hand slide between my legs. His touch - even through the layers of my jean shorts and panties - caused me to groan as I raised my hips a bit, hoping for more of the same. His hands quickly moved to unbutton and unzip my shorts, as I lifted my ass off of the couch so that he could easily slide them off. I watched his head duck down toward my crotch, and I closed my eyes as his hot breath met my already damp panties. "Ooooooh" escaped my lips as I slid down on the couch, and my hips began to buck in response. Taking my right hand in his, he gently pulled me to my feet, stating, "I'm taking you to the bedroom." He led me down the hall. Moving the comforter aside, he motioned for me to lie down. Once again, I lifted myself slightly - this time so that he could remove my panties. I then watched with great curiosity as he took off his pants, revealing even more of his chocolate skin, and his hard, dark chocolate cock. He requested me to slide further onto the bed, and I complied as he climbed onto the bed with me. He kissed my lips again as my mouth opened and welcomed his tongue inside. He kissed and licked a wet trail down my chest and over my stomach, till his wonderful mouth breathed on me again. I moaned as my hips wiggled and twitched. "You sure are wet already..." I heard him say as I felt his tongue lap at my wet hole, then plunge inside. His invasion made me buck around, wanting more. I loved the feel of his tongue inside of me. He spoke as if to my pussy as he asked, "You mind if I treat it like it was mine?" and paused for just a moment so I could respond "Mmm mmm..." before he continued, "Gonna take it slow..." and I felt his fingers slowly and gently slide between my pussy lips, spreading them wide. Just that was enough to make me squirm, but then I felt his tongue again. Slowly licking, his tongue worked its way toward my clit. My hips were rocking, my hands clutching at his hair. I was scratching at the sheets as he began sucking and licking my clit to the sound of my groans, "Oh, baby... yes...!" until I came - shaking and gasping. I had just finished shaking, and was beginning to regain my senses when he lifted my legs toward my head so my ass was off of the bed. I felt his warm, wet tongue lapping at my asshole, then licking one long stroke from my asshole, through my lips, to my swollen clit. I had never had anyone do that before! I thought I was gonna cum right there, but then he went and did it again! He stopped as he got to my clit this time, licking it leisurely til I came a second time. Placing his hands on the bed on either side of my head, he told me, "I'm gonna enter you now, but not for long - cause I'll cum too quick". I felt his cock pressing at the entrance, and then he entered me. He filled me up, making me gasp as my jaw dropped open. We looked into each other's eyes as he pulled back and entered me again - harder this time. I know my eyes must have popped wide open as he stretched me. I had never felt anything like that! My hips began to rock against him as he reached deep inside me again and again. I was a bit frightened as he went to lift my legs, wondering if I could take it. It felt so amazing, though, as he drove his cock deep inside me this way. It was as if he had reached the end - but then gone further! I gave up on talking sense as the pleasure washed over me and I groaned his name over and over. Just as I felt very close to cumming again, he pulled out, and I felt his hot mouth on my wet pussy once again, bringing me right over that edge. My hands looked for something to hold onto as the intense waves shook my body. I was just coming down from my orgasm when I felt his lips on my nipple... his fingers twisting the other one. I looked down to watch his pink tongue dart out and flick at my hard brown nipple – licking, then sucking my breast into his mouth. I watched him lick his way across my chest to tease my other nipple with his wet tongue and soft lips. I felt my body react to his touch as my hips starting to rock slightly. As he took my nipple in his teeth, I begged, "Please... oh, yes..." I watched him gently bite down, pulling and sucking. I was enjoying the pleasurable pain that was shooting through me, when I felt him let go of my nipple and lick a wet trail across to the other - then back - and again - until he was licking my chest furiously from one hard peak to the other. It was a most amazing combination of wetness, warmth and softness like I had never felt before! I was thoroughly enjoying his attention when he sat up. Climbing off the bed, he said, "Turn around". I was still reeling from my last orgasm and his wonderful 'tongue lashing' as I asked, "You want what?" with a chuckle. I started to lift myself up, but fell back onto the bed. "I don't think I can move!" I laughed as I felt my legs shaking. He looked down at me and said again, "Turn around", so I decided that the least I could do was try as I watched him stroke his beautiful dark cock. I told him, "I don't think you understand!" and grinned. I found that I was able to move after all, and as I sat up, I couldn't resist leaning forward to slide my tongue across the head of his beautiful dark cock. Tasting my juices on him, I started to go back for more. He pulled away, however, telling me, "No, no - today is just for you." Although I would have thoroughly enjoyed licking and sucking him more, I was also interested in what more he could possibly have in mind! Deciding to let him run the show, I asked, "How do you want me?" and he indicated that I was to get on my hands and knees with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. I once again wondered if I would be able to handle him from this new position, but he totally distracted me when he said, "Well, now... what do we have here?", and I felt his hot, wet tongue licking my asshole. I moaned loudly as he licked and sucked, bucking my ass into his face until I felt him enter my dripping pussy. His cock once again did its wonderful magic inside of me. I was still bucking from his tongue on my ass, and I was rocking back and forth as he slammed himself deep... again and again. He suddenly pulled out, but I was still grinding my ass against his pelvis. I just couldn't seem to stop moving as I watched him cum. He told me to lie back down... and I watched him crawl between my legs again. I loved the sight of him there. He once again began sucking and licking my pussy as I told him, "I'm gonna cum again - I'm gonna cum!" He barely got the words "cum for me" out of his mouth as I grunted, "I'm cumming! Now! I'm cumming again!" and he licked up every drop of my juices as I closed my eyes, quivering and moaning. "I don't usually get this hard this fast again" he said with a bit of surprise in his voice as he showed me his hard cock, and the next thing I knew he was holding my legs up and was back inside me as I once again marveled at the feelings that he produced just by being there. He fucked me hard this time. There is no other way to put it. It was like he was a machine as he held me up and fucked me harder and faster than I have ever experienced before. Our bodies slapped together, and I couldn't keep up with him as he slammed so deep and so fast that my mouth just dropped open and I could hardly make a sound. When he finally slowed down, he was breathing hard. He lowered me gently back onto the bed, moving inside me now with slow, yet hard strokes. As we looked into each other's eyes, he smiled slightly and asked, "What?" I was speechless. I simply smiled back. I felt his moves becoming more forceful and deliberate as my hips matched every move that he made. Then, as his rhythm changed slightly, I could feel that he was about to explode. He pulled out once again to cum. I found myself wishing that he would cum inside me. I wanted him to stay buried deep inside me and let me enjoy that experience with him. As he started to climb off of the bed once again, I attempted to pull him back and we wrestled a bit until he finally laid down with me for a minute or two. When he sat back up, I sat there with him on the edge of the bed, just looking at him. "You have very nice eyes" I told him. "I know." he responded, matter of factly. I began to laugh. Have You Ever? Janie had never flown before. She sat in the waiting area and watched the huge 767 taxi towards them. She had turned eighteen only three days before and was now enjoying her promised reward for graduating valedictorian and earning a full academic scholarship to Princeton. Janie's mom and dad had been socking away money for their children's education for years. Well, from the day each of them was born, to be honest. Her older sister Tess was in her second year at Notre Dame and her older brother Bill was a freshman at Cal. Like her, each had won a full scholarship and like her, each had chosen the prize they most coveted. Tess was driving a Ferrari Testarosa, Billy a vintage-restored Shelby Cobra. Janie had passed on a car, she was taking a three month European vacation. Basically, her folks challenged each of their children and offered the same reward. Each had a college fund set aside and by the time they hit eighteen each of those funds had been nearing half a million dollars. Her parents approach was simple and direct. Earn a full scholarship to a school on their short list and you could spend up to half your college fund on whatever you wanted. It had worked out well for them. Their three oldest children had all studied hard and excelled. Now only Donna was left, but she was the rebel child and her chances of getting an academic scholarship were close to nil. Janie felt sorry for her, but Donna felt sorry for her in return. Their conversation before they parted at the gate floated back to her mind. "I don't understand you sis. All you have to do is apply yourself and you could be as good in school as I am." "You just go to school. You don't experience anything. Your whole life has been spent in your room studying, or at the library or at some function to earn brownie points." Donna had replied. "So? I'm going to Europe for three months and you'll be wishing you had done better." Janie replied defensively. "You have things. Billy has things. Tess has things. I've got memories. I've got experiences. I'll still have my memories and they'll still be fresh and real long after your things have worn out or you've replaced them with more things." "I have a lot of memories!" Janie protested. "Do you?" Donna said, looking left and right. The airport was nearly empty this time of morning, all the commuter flights had taken off already and only a few harried travelers were about. Without warning Donna rammed her shoulder into Janie's chest and shoved her into a dark nook between an observation window and a huge concrete support column. Her sister forced her hand between Janie's thighs and began to roughly massage her pussy while her intense brown eyes bored into Janie's. "Have you ever been fucked on a Harley at 100 miles per hour in the dead of night on Breakneck road? Do you know how it feels to have your girlfriend finger banging you at Rita's, surrounded by unsuspecting couples? So afraid you'll get caught the fear just adds to the need until you're so horny you think you'll pop? Know the thrill of being sandwiched between two hard assed dykes, with a dildo so far up your pussy you swear it's at the back of your throat and another so far up you ass you're sure you won't ever be able to shit again? Know what it's like to scream as you cum, while the most wonderful girl in the world reams your cunt? Have you ever shared a kiss, at dawn, on the desert floor? When the sun is just rising and your body aches from all the pleasure you had the night before?" Janie was dumbstruck. Unable to move or fight as her sister's hand continued to demandingly massage her. Their eyes were locked and Janie felt her body starting to respond to her sister's hand. Before she knew what was happening Donna had stepped away and was looking out the window. When she recovered herself she moved next to her sister. "What was that all about?" she finally asked. Donna smiled, ran a hand through her heavily dyed black hair and shrugged. "Tess never lived. Billy either. Oh, they have things and they'll have education and one day, they might wake up from the sleepwalk that has been their lives and try living it, rather than watching it, but I doubt it. I love 'em both, but I pity them. I thought you were heading down the same road, then you surprised me and picked this trip over a toy. You've got a chance, a chance to really live. If you'll just take it." "I am taking it. Aren't I?" "You're still a virgin aren't you?" Janie blushed, but didn't reply. Her sister was so strange today, so different. Still wild, but there was a feeling of introspection in her words and sorrow clung to her as closely as her leather jacket. Janie was caught between wanting to smack her and wanting to hug her. "Thought so," she said with a sad smile. "What about it?" Janie said, again defensive. "Nothing. You wouldn't understand, even if I had the words," she said, turning back to the window. She looked so alone then; so suddenly helpless and vulnerable. Janie reached out and touched her shoulder. "Try me?" "Sex is life Janie. It's the most powerful thing you can experience. And it's good. You've shut yourself off from trying, so you've shut yourself off from living and I'm afraid if you don't see now, you'll end up like Tess and Billy. Just a spectator as life goes by. You've won the things but they mean nothing without the memories. You're going somewhere, doing something, and you'll be surrounded by hot-assed women. Just try to live, that's all I guess." "Look, I've known you're...gay since..." "I'm a dyke, you can say it. I'm not ashamed of it." "All right, I've known you're a...dyke, since you were fifteen. But I'm not..." "How do you know?" Donna shouted, causing a few people to glance at them curiously, which brought a blush to Janie's face. "Please," she whispered. "You don't know," she said defiantly. It came out like an accusation and Janie felt herself getting angry. She bit that down though, something was really troubling her little sister and now she was worried. "I'm sure I do." "How? Have you done it with a guy? No. Have you done it with a girl? No. Have you done it with anyone? No. I bet you don't even play with yourself." "Donna, what's gotten into you?" "Nothing. Just forget it. Have a good trip sis," she said, turning on her heels and stalking out of the airport. Janie was still watching her walk away when she noticed a tall woman in a dark business suit watching her intently. She was seated at a table, in the shadows of one of the many bars. Janie blushed crimson, and quickly entered the terminal proper. There was no way the woman could have failed to hear their conversation and for a while, she kept looking over her shoulder. Almost as if she expected the woman to be following her. I am living, she told herself, but somehow the words rang hollow. I mean, look, I've got a laptop and a DVD player and... "And you have a lot of things," her sister's voice echoed in her head. I've got memories too, she thought. But try as she might, she couldn't find one that seemed even close to her sister's examples. Of course, those might just be the most profound her sister had, the best of hers, but Janie didn't feel that way. She remembered birthdays, fun times with friends and family, but she curiously found as she ran through them, they became less frequent the older she became. She couldn't remember anything really about the last year, except exams, finals, studying. Well, there were a few other things, but not many. Or maybe I'm just upset and making my memories fit her accusations? Screw it. I'm just depressing myself now and I should be enjoying this trip. Still, her sister's words nagged at her, like cat toying with a mouse, they just wouldn't stop. Have You Ever? "Oh. I guess that makes sense." "What makes sense?" "Well, wanting to get into your pants. I mean, you're really beautiful." "Thank you. Anyway, they come for the beautiful girls, but most stay because I make them a lot of money." The rest of the flight was spent in pleasant conversation and she was surprised when the pilot announced they were arriving in NY. The engines began to whine and her ears popped and Janie glanced out the window, when she glanced back, Adriana offered her hand. Janie took it, noticing the pretty woman had already closed her eyes. This time, Janie noticed Adriana's hand. It was soft and warm, but the grip was firm. She felt kind of strange holding another woman's hand, even though it was just for comfort. At least, she kept telling herself that was the reason. Have You Ever? Have you ever had a woman worship you cock, as if she totally adored it, loving it more than any other possession on the planet? Have you ever had a woman kneel before you, place her tongue just above your balls and lick upward, along your throbbing shaft to the slit in your purple pulsing head? Then ever so slowly open her mouth, using her lips to caress your head until you feel her hot wet mouth envelope the tip, using her wet tongue to tickle the underside of your shaft as more of your hot cock disappears into her mouth as you watch from above? Have you ever felt the sensations rock your body as she takes you as deep as she can, encapsulating your cock in hot wet bliss? Only to keep your cock deep and suck while the back of her throat stimulates your oozing head? Then as you think nothing can be better than this you feel her hand push your balls up and roll them in her palm, before slowly talking you out of her mouth while keeping a strong grip on your shaft with her lips, protecting your cock from her teeth? Have you ever felt the intense sensations as she sucks your head so hard you think you might pass out from pleasure? Or when she moves her hand from your nuts up the wet shaft and begins to slowly stroke your dick using her spit as lube while continuing to suck or lick your head like it's her favorite lollypop? What about when she grabs tight around your shaft with her fingers and stokes downward so hard you feel it in your toes? Or when she looks up at you with those gorgeous eyes, to see if you are enjoying what she is doing. Or what about her doing all this over and over again until your balls are so tight around your shaft they begin to hurt with want of release? Have you ever seen the look in her eyes when she knows she has you on the verge of climax? When she slows down her motions to prolong the fun she's having? Yes, she's having fun; she's actually enjoying sucking your cock! Has that ever happened to you? She knows exactly what will take you over the edge but she changes things up instead, worshiping your cock, the hard shaft, the bulbous oozing head, the tight balls covered in her saliva. Your legs begin to shake, you feel the pending explosion building, brewing, boiling to the surface as she keeps you so close to the finale. Have you ever had a woman pin your aching and throbbing cock between her breasts and fuck it with her tits? Have you ever sat back and watched your head pop through her luscious cleavage as she moves up and down on your shaft with her tits, pressing her breasts together hard to give you the friction you need? Have you ever had a woman, tit fuck your cock and tell you she wants your cum? Actually say, "Cum for me... give me your load, feed me your jizz!" while looking into your eyes? Have you ever felt the sensation of saliva lubed breasts pressed tightly around your cock as a woman takes you over the limit? Have you ever seen your cock explode as the head appears between her jugs, only to shoot a rope of cum up her neck on to her face? Have you ever felt the contractions, forcing the semen out in plentiful bursts, as she continues to work her cum covered tits up and down your shaft while trying to catch your spurts in her mouth? Have you ever moaned in absolute rapture as she takes your cock, covered in jizz, back into her mouth and sucks while you're still in the pangs or climax? The extreme sensation curls your toes making you try and pull away from her sucking mouth, but she holds you by the ass, driving you crazy with pleasure. Have you ever looked down at a woman who has just sucked your cock like it was her favorite thing to do in the world. Her breasts covered in your cum, her nipples hard from the excitement her chin dripping with excess semen she missed? Have you ever felt weak from the unbelievable blowjob you just received and watched the woman search for your load, feeding herself with her hands until she has swallowed all to be found? Have you ever had a woman smile up at you adoringly with a look of lust for more of what she wants from you? Have you ever? Yeah, me neither. Have You Ever? As the third glass of wine eases its way down my throat, my conversation with Marie takes a turn. "Have you ever been with another woman?" she asks. I smile. I've wanted to explore this subject with her, many times but never found the right time. "Yes. A few. Why?" She shifted in her chair, squirming with the question that she wanted to ask. "Have you ever been with another woman?" I ask. "No" she blushed, while looking at her feet. "I've been curious, but never had a friend I could ask about it. What's it like?" I smile again. I look her over for the thousandth time, taking pleasure in studying her dark eyes, how her breasts swell over the low, silk shirt she is wearing. The curve of her hips beneath her skirt tempted me all night in the club. Keeping my mind off all that milky skin under those clothes had been a hard thing to do. Now that we were alone in my apartment, it was even harder not wondering what her skin would feel like under my hands. Her eyes caught mine and I could see the desire behind them. I stand, putting my almost empty glass on the end table. "Why don't I show you?" Leaning down I take her hand and slowly pull her towards me. The shock on her face is enough to make me continue. My hand finds her face and I pull her toward me, my lips brushing hers, testing. When she doesn't pull away, I kiss her harder, my lips parting, my arm circling her, bringing her closer. My tongue slips into her mouth finding hers, they dance lightly for a moment. When I feel Marie's hand on my waist, I know it's okay. Pulling away from our first kiss, my eyes open to Marie's face showing part disbelief and part curiosity. I lead her down the hall to my bedroom and shut the door. I turn without a word and start unbuttoning that silk shirt which has been taunting me all night. My long fingers make quick work of it. I slip the shirt from her shoulders and free it from her skirt. My gaze travels down her neck and I wonder how delicious that skin will taste. My eyes follow the delicate lines of her throat down to her black lace bra. I lower my mouth and lay a kiss on the swell of her breast. I reach around and unhook her bra. Her round, pink nipples peek up at me as I pull the lacy barrier away. Sitting on my bed, I pull her towards me. Marie gasps as I draw her hard nipple in my mouth and use my fingers to roll the other, pleasuring her the way I have only dreamt about. Minutes pass as I take my time making sure each beautiful breast has had equal attention. Finally, I slide a hand behind her back unfastening her skirt. She helps me work it down her full hips. I watch as it falls to the floor and cannot help but smile to myself. Seeing her matching panties makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe, she was hoping for this all along. Standing, I turn her around and sit her on the bed. She looks up at me with both wonder and excitement. In one motion I push her back , pull her legs up, and slide her panties off - tossing them onto the floor. I sink to my knees in front of her. Observing her from this position is almost more than I can take. My hands gently slide up her thighs as I visually consume her, spreading her legs wide. My mouth follows my hands, kissing my way up her smooth skin. I nuzzle against her hot, wet core. Her scent is intoxicating. I need to taste her. My tongue flicks across the top of her smooth pussy. This not only gives me enough to know that I want more, but also enough to elicit a small gasp from farther up on the bed. I take the gasp as permission to continue and flick my tongue again, ever so lightly getting the same response. I press her thighs as far apart as they will go, my mouth hovering just above her pussy. I lick her deep, rubbing my tongue over as much of her as I can. Her flavor rolls my eyes back and elicits a groan from deep within me. I feel her legs tense and watch as her back arches with the touch of my tongue. My next touch is lighter. Little flicks to tease her lips. With time, they become deeper, finally reaching her clit. Her sounds of pleasure incite my pursuit of what I have wanted for so long, her writhing and screaming my name. I move my hand closer, so I can touch her deeper than my tongue can reach. The tip of my finger tracing her entry as I alternate light flicks and deep laps with my tongue causing Marie to writhe so much I have to hold her tighter. Apparently, having a woman licking and rubbing her was Marie's idea of a good time. I was not about to prove her wrong. I slide my finger deep inside. She is so hot and wet that I need no help getting where I want, that magical spot. Between my tongue and my fingers Marie is not far from cumming. I keep rubbing that spot deep inside that she likes so much and my mouth works hard keeping up the pace that she needs. Loosening my hold on her, I reach up and caress her breast. My fingers tracing around her hard nipple, squeezing it, pulling it. Not hard enough for pain but hard enough to hurt for pleasure. This is the key. I feel her body tense and hear her whisper something before the orgasm rolls over her body. Her back to arches off the bed and I fight to keep my mouth and fingers in place. I feel the muscles inside her pulse with pleasure. As her spasms subside, I push my fingers in deeper. My mouth presses harder with my tongue working faster. It isn't long before another orgasm explodes through her body; this time she gives me everything that I wanted. She screams my name over and over, so loud it hurts my ears but it's such a sweet sound I don't want it to stop. I remove my mouth and hands from her, licking her sweetness from my fingers as I crawl onto the bed next to her. I lay my arm across her supple body and she turns to me and kisses me. "That was amazing" she says. "Is that something we can try again some time?" I smile. "Anytime you want to try that again, you just let me know." A look crosses her face. "Next time, can I try doing that to you?" The smile on my face couldn't be bigger as I kiss her again and say, "Yes, next time it's your turn to make me scream."