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Cloud 9 Ch. 1

By: cafeaulait



Karina and Milan went clubbing three times each week, though their college courses probably required more devotion than they were giving them. But what the hell, you only get to partake in the college life once, right? Karina, often admiring Milan's athletic features, was curvy, or, as her mother referred to her, "Coca-Cola bottle" shaped. She had a 36-C shelf, a small waist that flared out into soft unyielding hips. Her 5'6" frame could barely contain her rubenesque body. Milan, on the other hand, was as exotic as her name. Her now tanned mahogany skin sheathed a goddess body. She stood 5'10", with 38-DD breasts, and slender hips with the slightest flare. The tomboy body from her youth had blossomed into a desirable woman.

Tonight, Karina and Milan decided to go out to a new club, Cloud 9. Walking in, Milan was dressed in boots, leather booty shorts and a halter top that barely containing her well above average breasts. Karina was dressed as sexily, in an ultra-mini dress that showed the bottom of her lovely ass cheeks when she bent over. They did what they knew how to do, starting the night with double tequila shots and then gyrating against every man they could get their hands on. They loved to give men rock-hard hard-ons, and leave them on the dance floor, and frequently kept tally to compare notes at the end of the night. This one night though, Karina found one man that she didn't want to leave quite yet. 

Dancing, her ass to his hips, she decided to turn around to get a better look at the man that felt so good. She liked how he was dressed, simply and elegantly, in a nice jacket and silk shirt, and she found his white tanned skin and the hard lump in his pants very intriguing. Having never been with a white man, but naturally curious, she did everything to keep his attention on her.

She decided to say au revoir to Milan early and told her to page her when she got home. Mike, as he introduced himself, told Karina that he was 26 (which, to a 22-year old, seems a distant number) and was a candidate for residency at the city hospital. On the drive to the IHOP, and while there, he told her that he was not in the habit of picking up women at a club, much less going to clubs, but he had a good feeling about her. They talked some more, and decided to go to his house to talk some more. 

Karina looked at Mike's home through the window of the Camaro, spread out like a hacienda in the hills and wondered how a medical student could afford these digs. He read her mind, explaining "I'm from money. This is just the tip of the iceberg from my father's estate. When I was younger I had a problem with it, but as a starving medical student, I take what I can get." They got out of the sports car, the medical student leading the way. She was nervous, and her nervousness and wanting for this man left her thong soaked and made her horny. As she shifted against her thong, she let the string rub gently against her clit, sending chills up her spine.

Inside, Karina now shifted absently on Mike's leather couch watching him make drinks for them. Karina realized that she was wet due to her shifting and the spot would be rather evident on a black leather couch. The air-conditioning was on, she noticed, because her eraser-sized nipples were poking through the spaghetti-strapped mini-dress. As he came toward the couch, Karina explained why she was here with him "Excuse me, this is not my habit, going home with strange men, so why don't you tell me more about yourself, before you hand me that drink." 

She coyly smiled and noticed the twitch in his pants. "My name is Mike, really, it's Michele. Michele is a little too French for Americans."

"So your French," Karina asked. "Well, my father is French, my mother a California girl, and he insisted that his children be instilled with French gentile, so here I am, Michele Jean Louis Beauveau." The French rolled from his tongue and made him even more sexy to Karina, and in turn, made her even more wet, a problem that becoming more hard to hide." You look more California-boy to me rather than French." 

His tan physique with sun-kissed blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes was a far cry from the buppie wannabe businessmen that Karina usually dated or the thugs she fucked. "Well", Mike said, "genes can be a very complicated thing. 1/2 French and 1/2 American does not necessarily mix equally. I think I got great features from both of my parents."

"I won't argue with that, she huskily cooed." 

Mike sat down next to Karina and put his hand on the top of her thigh. His hand was as smooth as silk and as though through reflex, her legs parted. "You're very wet love. In my medical opinion, I think you need a have that looked at. Are you up to that?" He stared into her deep brown eyes and moved his other hand against her caramel-colored face. "Sure, are you just going to fuck an' run though? Even though this is not the start of a great relationship, I would love to at least be friends...." 

"Baby, let's think about that later." He smiled and she yielded to the hand on her thigh. He moved her hand to his crotch and she started to unzip his pants while noticing that his caress was getting close to the front of her thong. He put his hand to her face and kissed her deeply, savoring her full lips and probing her mouth with his tongue. Karina wanted him to kiss her forever so that she could savor the coolness of his mouth. He must have brushed his teeth when he went to make the drinks, she thought.

His hand moved to the front of her skimpy thong and he delicately slipped a finger inside. She moaned when she felt his finger against her slickness. She freed him from the confines of his pants and underwear, then moved her hand up and down against the semi-hard, semi-soft pink flesh, eager to stand at attention to her coaxing. Karina became bolder, released her grip on his dick and slid two fingers into her wetness. Mike's dick stood at attention even more at her brazen display. She took the wetness, mixed it with his pre-cum and around the head of his circumcised penis. Mike's lust became uncontrollable! He released from their kissing and picked up Karina, taking her to his bedroom.

With her help, Mike removed her dress and left her topless, clad in only the thong. He admired her light brown skin and removed his pants and underwear. Left in only a shirt, Karina admired his well-defined legs and noticed that he had no tan lines...Mike's hard shaft stood at attention and curved upward, the head tapping his against his belly. "Come here baby, don't you want to taste my brown sugar? You know what they say, once you go black..."

"Baby, right now, I'll never go back." 

He kneeled in front of the bed and pulled her by the ankles down to him. He kissed her ankles, her calves, her thighs, up to her mound. He put his nose into her mound, savoring her womanly scent and making her moan in anticipation of what was next. Mike fulfilled her wish and used his tongue to part her lips. He lapped up to her clit and Karina cooed "Oooh, oooh, Michele, oooh...don't stop..." He didn't. He tongued her clit, simultaneously taking two fingers and sliding them into her slick pussy. She was so hot, and he wanted to take her higher. He removed his slick fingers and slid them along her ass crack. Over and over again he repeated the motion, speeding up the ecstasy for Karina by sucking on her clit. 

"Oh god Michele, oooh Mike, don't stop, baby, don't ever stop! Suck it baby...you're going to make me cum!" Mike switched to licking her clit again and fingering her pussy. With her asshole lubed up, He slid a finger into her bum and fingered her pussy and asshole. "Oh Mike, I've never been ass-fucked, but I want you to do it. Turn this black bitch out baby! Ooh Mike, you're gonna make me cum!" He could hardly hold against her arching and releasing, but he did, wrapping his other arm around her thigh, his biceps bulging against her bucking. "OOOH...OOOH...you fucker...OOOH...I'm cum-ming, oooh baby!!"

Mike was so turned on, he wanted to fuck the hell out of her right then, but he held on--he wanted to give this girl the best night of her life. He went into his closet while Karina was coming down from her bliss and picked a silver vibrator from his arsenal of toys. He headed back to Karina But she wanted to be in control and pulled his shirttails to her, ripping off the silk shirt and feeling his broad chest and ripped muscles. "It's your turn, baby. I can suck dick with the best of them." 

She immediately zeroed in on his crotch and deep-throated his cock. She inhaled and took a whiff of his pubes and savored the musk of his pubes. Karina looked like a pro and felt like she was in a porn movie, deep throating this white guy's cock, loving it and wanting to go further. She sucked gently on his perfect balls while pumping his cock with her hand. Moving back to his cock to give it the attention it deserved, she licked and sucked the area between his balls and asshole; he moaned, partly because it felt so good and partly because no one ever did that to him before. "Oh baby, you are so good, je suis....oh, fuck, you're so good.... oh, I can't remember my French...oh.!!" She moved back to his balls and quickly rimmed his asshole, sliding her tongue into his ass. "OH SHIT, baby, ooh… ahh." 

She moved back up, moving her tongue along his balls, then moving up and down over his dick, mirroring the movement of his lightly thrusting hips. She then surprises him again by sticking a lubed finger into his asshole. "SHIT! Karina!" She stopped abruptly, scared she had done something wrong. "Baby, don't stop!" She rimmed his asshole, again sticking a finger up his ass and sucking the life out of his dick. She bobbed up and down over his dick making him crazy. Mike felt the twitching in his balls, the rush to his head, and knew what was coming next. "Swallow baby, swallow my jism….you're so good…you're gonna make me cum!!" He exploded and Karina swallowed every last drop.

"Be prepared to get fucked baby. Every which way!" Michele pulled her up to him and kissed her, making her moan. Karina felt his chest, smoothing her hand over his pecks, going lower and lower until she rested on his cock. She noticed that his cock was still hard and this made her wet. Karina rubbed Michele's dick and tongued him, both of them trading their scents back and forth. Karina pushed Michele down onto his back, and straddled his hips. 

"Hey baby, ready for the ride of your life?" She raised up slightly, positioning his piston at her hole and sliding down his pole until she felt his pubes. She moved against him, gyrating, rolling her hips and making him moan uncontrollably. He came again into her hot pussy. She laughed, dropping next to him on the bed and enveloping his dick with her mouth. He watched this beautiful brown-skinned girl suck his member clean and was aroused yet again. He pinned her to the bed and ate her again, this time using the silver sheath that he got from the closet. In and out he moved the vibrator while sucking her clit. 

"Get up, baby, turn over, on you hands and knees," and she did. He then grabbed her full ass cheeks and licked in between them. He made her moan over and over by licking her crack, however, Mike wasn't done. He rimmed her asshole, slithering his tongue deep into her bowels, making her cream from her pussy. He took the vibrator and inserted it into her pussy, fucking he with the vibrator doggy-style, while tonguing her asshole. He wanted to loosen her up for later…All of a sudden, pop! He slid his dick into her pussy to the hilt. She arched her back and he grabbed her hair, riding her like a pony. 

"This is what I LOVE about fucking a black woman…looking at that glorious ass while I ride the SHIT out of you. Baby, Karina, I think I love you! He pulled all the way out, is head making a popping noise from her tight pussy and backing her up against him, ass to his hips. "Ooh daddy, I want you to put a finger up my ass. I love the feeling…please daddy…" He was so drunk with her pussy that he did as she asked, and slid is finger into her slick asshole. 

"Yes baby, that's it! Yes, fuck me, fuck ME!" Karina yelled at the top of her lungs, and exploded. Mike rolled her over, sowing no mercy and lifted her thick thighs to his shoulders. He thrust deeply, making her scream. "AAAH…yeah, that's it yeah, my black beauty, your pussy's so tight, so wet…mmmm, so warm...you're so good!" And he hit her spot over and over again, making her cum again and again, so many times she felt numb. But he wasn't finished. He released himself, wanting to fulfill her first wish. He went back to her ass, licking her making her twitch with lust, and rimmed her again. He stuck two fingers in and alternated with his tongue. 

Mike moved a third finger into her bum, working them in and out while tonguing her pussy from the back. Ass in the air, face in the pillow, she screamed her lust into the pillow. He went for the gold and turned on the vibrator. He slid the silver phallus into her ass slowly, letting her ass relax around the vibrator. She felt pleasure from the phallus, pleasure from the vibrating, but some pain from this silver sheath going into her virgin ass. But she didn't want him to stop. "Don't stop…" she muffled into the pillow. He didn't. Now, fucking her with the vibrator, he so wanted to be inside her. He removed the vibrator out of her ass and quickly slid his monster into her ass. 

She tensed at the girth, but relaxed and allowed him to ride her again, this time, from her back door. "It feels so good. I never thought fucking a white man could be so good…oooooh…" He fucked her ad again, felt the stirring in his balls. "Here I come baby!" His hot jism washed the walls of her bowels and caused her to cum. "I love you!" The collapsed together, him on top of her, his dick starting to shrivel and her ass slowly releasing him. They uncoupled and slid under the covers, nestling against each other. "Shit, Karina, I must admit, that was probably THE best fuck I've ever had." 

Karina smiled. "Me too." 

He touched a sticky hand to her face. "I meant what I said, that wasn't a heat-of-the-moment thing: I think I love you." 

Karina looked into the ocean-blue eyes. "This is going too fast. You sure about your feelings? I must admit, I feel something for you too, don't know if it's love, but I'm willing to try! You know what? I wonder what happened to Milan?"

Cloud 9 Ch. 2



Karina and Michele lay together, shyly playing with each other's most sensitive regions. Laden with post-orgasmic bliss, one, then the other fell asleep, eventually becoming entwined within each other's person.

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…As much of the party girl that she was, Milan never went home with anyone she met (except once); she thought the era of one-night stands went out with fishbowl-heeled platforms and ElCaminos. But, the woman that she was, she loved to still flaunt her assets, parting crowds as she walked her walk. Her hips undulated when she walked; her breasts bounced gracefully while she balanced on stiletto-heeled boots. The way she was dressed served as subtle emphasis to her beauty. Her red leather shorts kissed the clefts of her ass and lovingly embraced her hips. The sequined neckline on her black halter top accentuated the rather large bosom cradled underneath. Beneath her garb, her mahogany skin was beaded with moisture from endless dancing. Destination targeted. She started to walk in the direction of the tallest guy in the room. Being 5'10", standing on 4" stilettos, she could see over almost all of heads in the room; it was easy for her to briefly lock eyes with her target at the bar. 

When Blaine saw this ethereal being walking in his direction, his cock twitched involuntarily. It started to rise to attention as the mahogany goddess drifted closer, acting as lightning rod to her electric current. He wanted to will his dick to sleep; however, his efforts at best were half-hearted. He could hardly concentrate on taming the snake in his loins; watching the beauty in motion stole his senses. Milan walked to the bar, stood next to him and nonchalantly leaned over, almost spilling out her smooth breasts onto the bar. "Hey, bartender, can I get a club soda? I'm a little thirsty from all that dancing. Whew!" She took a napkin from the bar and wiped between her cleavage; Blaine stared intently at her action as if memorizing something essential to life. She turned her head toward him, spying his action. "Are you staring at my tits, or did you lose your contact somewhere in here?" She gestured with her hand across her cleavage. "I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I'm a little out of it." He thought to himself: "Stupid! Stupid! Could you have thought of something better to say?" He ran his hand through his jet-black hair, distributing the sweat that accumulated around his hairline. "Sorry."

"Hey that's alright. I'm tired, a little snippy. I appreciate your honesty and apology. But I have to say I always admire those who have the nerve." She smirked and sipped from the drink after she realized it was in front of her. 

"So, what's your name," she asked. He turned around, leaned against the bar and cocked his head toward her. "Blaine. And yours?"

"Milan." She reached out towards him, hand extended, smile emblazoned on her face, waiting for him to accept her handshake. Blaine accepted her offer and marveled at the contrast between their shades. His northern Italian father most likely gave him his dark curly hair and dark eyes but his British mother gave him pale skin that looked almost ghostly against Milan's warm mahogany tone. The contrast was startling. "So," he said, "do you like Cloud 9?"

"It's aiight," she mumbled, "it's pretty new so I think it'll get better, the DJ's need to improve their sound."

"Seems like you're a regular to clubs, since you can identify good sound." He segued quickly into making sure she was not with anyone. "So, you come here with anyone?"

"Why are you asking, sir? You want to leave with me?" Blaine had still not let go of Milan's hand. She smiled and flashed her gleaming white teeth. "Well that might be possible…only if you let of my hand, though." She screamed at herself quietly, "What is wrong with you! Just because he makes your pussy moist does not mean that you're going home with him." His 6'4" frame moved closer to her own. Seduction was the greatest play, he thought. "I hope you'll consider my offer as having the best intentions. I'd like to get to know you. I'm sure there's more to you that being extraordinarily beautiful." Milan blushed, though it was hard to tell in the dimly lit club. Being closer to Blaine she saw the outline of his hardened cock beneath his white trousers. She didn't stare; she did not want to make him feel uncomfortable. However, the voyeuristic nature of her observation was exciting her even more. This gorgeous man with his roman nose, sparkling dark eyes and black hair and porcelain skin was making her hot and though she rarely approached white men, she was not afraid to make her move, regardless of color.

"Would you mind if we found a table? These shoes are killing me. They're definitely for looks." Blaine scanned down her long, lean legs and spied her boots. He was glad for the opportunity to get a better look at her body. He took her hand and led her across the dance floor, feeling the stares of the crowd upon him and his lovely lady, most of them admiring. He motioned for her to sit down and she scooted into the circular booth, snuggling up against the far corner, lifting her leg onto the vinyl seating. She held onto her drink and sipped at the club soda. Blaine was apprehensive to slip in beside her, obviously eyeing her leg on the seat and the view of the top of her creamy chocolate thigh. She read his body language and laughed. "It's ok. Actually, I wouldn't mind it if you could massage my ankle. These shoes are new and I think that I may have bruised my ankle when I was dancing. I'd really appreciate it if you could." She smiled coyly. This was the invitation he had waited for. He so wanted to caress her soft dark skin. Blaine eyed the hint of labial flesh that peeked from the edge of the red shorts. Again his dick twitched and again, he willed it to sleep. But he knew when he slid his hand across her lithe legs he would not be able to contain himself. Blaine slid into the booth and lifted her ankle, placing it down on his thigh when he settled in. He looked at Milan, placed his hand on her knee, and slowly slid his hand down to the middle of her calf to the top of her boot. Blaine glided the zipper down and removed the boot, taking care to massage her stockinged foot. He massaged up and down, gliding tenderly over her sore ankle responding to her moans. He realized her sharp moans meant pain her smooth guttural ones meant pleasure. He loved having the chance to learn her body, even if this was only one small part of the larger area he desired to conquer. Milan sat forward and grasped his hand. "Thanks, it feels much better. You have really great hands." She stopped him not because she felt better but because she was noticeably wet and with her legs spread, Blaine would quickly notice that as well. She didn't want him to get the best of her –at least not so soon. "You know, I really need to get home. My roommate is waiting up for me, it's late, and I have an early class tomorrow."

"Wow, I didn't know you were a college girl! Where?"

"I'm at the University—are you a student?"

"Yeah! Same school! Wow, maybe I'll see you on campus?"

"Hopefully," she said as she pulled her leg from his lap and rezipped her boot. "I've got to go!" She crawled over Blaine and scooted out from the booth. She drifted into the crowd; Blaine could no longer track her with his eyes. He then realized that he did not get her number. Idiot he exclaimed. Maybe I'll catch up to her on campus.

Milan got home and paged Karina; she paged her back to let her know that she was alright. She was exhausted, from dancing, and stifling her sexual attraction to Blaine. She removed her clothes and got into the shower, letting the hot water spray over her breasts, washing over her taut stomach and down into her bush. She welcomed the warm water between her legs and widened her stance to let the water probe further. The water cascaded over her swollen clit, the sensation an invitation to release. She moaned as she took the soapy cloth to her body, pinching her nipples, fingertip-sized and hardened from her touch. She washed further, under her arms, around her waist, to the front of her stomach, to her bush and over her clit once again. She ached for release. 


Quickly she washed off and towel-dried her body. She lotioned her body, her long legs, her round, high ass, her firm breasts and tight, yet soft stomach. She put the lotion down and opened her draw for her last duty before going to bed. She removed the gold vibrator from the draw. She missed her silver one; it was her first and she had a sentimental bond with it, however, she had left it at the house of her ex-boyfriend and was not about to go back for it. The sex with him was great, however, the passion in their lovemaking transferred to passionate arguments and in the end, they fought more than they made love. _______________________________

She turned the dial on the bottom of her vibrator to "low" and skimmed the vibrator over the swell of her left breast. Moving further, she explored her aureole, stopping at the peak. Around the nipple she moved the instrument, feeling the pulses of electricity course through her body, ending between her legs. She felt the muscles of her pussy throb, realizing the moisture reading her body for more. She mimicked the same motion on her right breast, moving her hand to her left breast and pinching her nipple to retain the ecstasy that her vibrator created. She moaned, consumed with pleasuring herself from her breasts. Milan moved the vibrator lower over her stomach and past her mound to the inside of her thighs. She drew circles with the vibrator against the creamy skin, the sensations causing her to become even slicker. Her left hand was tired of being still, sought the warmth between her legs and parted her labia. The fingers moved with a life of their own, dipping down into the slickness and moving up and down, between the smaller lips and over her clit. Her back arched at the stimulation, flexing when she reached her clit, releasing when she reached the top of her canal. Her vibrator-readied hand moved up to her pussy and delved into the folds, seeking and finding her canal. She removed the vibrator and turned it up to "high", and re-inserted it, pistoning in and out of her wanton pussy. She tried to stifle her high-pitched moans to no avail. Milan wanted more. She slid down further, turning her ass upwards; she placed her slick fingers at the entrance and rimmed her asshole. She continued her assault on her pussy with the high-speed vibrator; pushing firmly her finger entered the depths of her nether hole. She cried out, knowing she was close. In and out the vibrator moved; rhythmically her finger did the same. When her ass acclimated to her finger, she surged deeper towards the depth of her orgasm and inserted another finger. With that, Milan reached her peak. "Uggnh," she grunted/moaned and descended into bliss. 

The next morning, as Milan and Karina sat in Anatomy class, they discussed their escapades. Milan wondered about Blaine, where she would see him on campus what classes he took, if she would ever catch up to him again. She felt the surge of wetness descend from her inner folds and knew that she had to see him again. She was determined to go to Cloud 9 again.



Cloud 9 Ch. 3



"Please let us congratulate the graduating class of 2000!" Milan and Karina stood up and cheered for their friends and classmates as the sea of caps and tassels descended upon the crowd. Milan followed the ocean of bodies, holding onto Karina's jacket to avoid separation, as everyone filed out of the aisle and onto the green trying to avoid the chaos and collision with the now alumni of the University. Just as she let go of Karina's jacket, she was brought to the ground by the black-sheathed body of a nameless face. She looked up, trying to get her bearings and was surprised when the hand extended to help her was not Karina's.

She looked at the pale hand and grasped it; another pale hand reached around her waist on her way up, steadying her on her feet. The momentum of the pull thrust her into the chest of the individual; she placed her hands against his chest and felt the curve of his pecks, even through his graduation suit and robe. "Sorry about that, miss," he hurried apologetically. "I'm just in a rush. I'm trying to catch my roommate before he leaves. You ok?" She looked up into the tawny face and gray eyes. "Yeah I'm fine,' she blushed. Milan dusted herself off; she noticed a grass stain on her silk sheath. "Damn, except for this grass stain. That'll never come out."

"Miss I'll pay for it. Just drop it by my room later: I'm in Carver Hall, Room 450. I'll take care of it. But be sure to stop by by 4:30. We'll be packed and probably gone by 5:00." The guy turned and ran across the green towards the back of a taller guy, put his arm around his neck and pushed his face down towards the ground. She noticed the roommate's dark curly hair, the Roman nose. "Milan, you alright? Hello?"

"Karina, I think that's him!" 

"That's your mystery man? You can't even see his face from here! How do you know that's him? Girl, you got it bad. You need to take care of that itch you have, know what I'm saying?" Karina, laughing, turned in the opposite direction of the jostling duo and walked across the other side of the quad to their dorm. "I gotta meet Mike at 3:00," she trailed as she sped up her steps. She knew that Karina had said something but Milan was too busy taking off her heels to get more comfortable in studying the roommates. It had been a month since she saw Blaine at Cloud 9 and the stirring between her legs reminded her of the way he made her feel that night. 

Milan saw the room door slightly ajar and was about to explain to Karina the problem with leaving the door ajar when she saw Karina kissing a tanned white guy. He was fondling her backside under her skirt while with his other hand he kept her pressed against his massive chest. It was strange to see her roommate with a white guy—the archetype of the Nubian body was usually too much for a white man to handle. She watched intently as her ivory beau worshipped her body, kissing her neck and leading her towards the bed. 

He sat down and removed her jacket, followed by her white blouse. He cupped her breasts kissing the tops of them before he removed her bra. He looked at her heavy, full C-cup breasts with awe, moving to her puffy nut-brown areolas, then to her eraser-sized nipples. Mike covered one nipple, then the other, with his mouth and swirled his tongue around them, tasting her cinnamon-kissed sweetness, lingering longer on her right nipple to suckle. She moaned while running her long caramel fingers through his sun-kissed blond hair. He tongued her nipples a minute more, supporting his action by cupping the swell of her breast with his hand.

Roving further, he moved his free hand down to her waist and around to the back of her skirt, slowly tugging the zipper open while continuing to lick at her breasts. Voyeuristic Milan was confused as to how this could have happened so quickly—Karina knew that she would be on her way up to the room. She helped Mike pull her skirt and underwear down with one swift tug and stepped out of her clothes, leaving herself completely naked for his viewing. 

"Part your legs a little," he whispered sexily. She obeyed, widening her stance and letting his hands move over her soft caramel skin passing over her rounded hips to the outside of her thighs and inward, toward her inner thighs. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her mound lightly. Her slickness was evident as he glanced down to see her lips dew-laden. Her pubic hairs, dark and coarse, covered a perfectly shaped bush. Her ambrosial moisture was inviting and Mike wanted to drink from her in earnest. Karina sighed heavily and again ran her fingers through his blonde hair. She moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him back on the bed. She wanted to make him feel good and control him. She straddled his hips, leaned over and, with light fingering, unbuttoned his shirt. She slid her hands above his groin, below the shirttails and spread his shirt open, continuing up until she reached his neck. 

She reached down for his wrists and pulled them up above his head, taking the rest of his shirt with her movement until his hands were tangled within the shirt. She moved her hands to his belt and whipped it off with a wry smile. Mike raised his hips to help Karina in her immediate mission. She removed the rest of his clothes, slid between his legs and stared at the bobbing cock. The crimson head oozed precum and danced its snake dance in front of her face. The snake charmer deep-throated her snake without any tongue play.

"Mmmm," she moaned as her voluptuous lips engulfed the head and descended swiftly down his shaft. She circled her tongue around his shaft like a serpent, eliciting moan after moan from her lover. 

"Ohh…oh..oh..oh," he grunted as she ascended the shaft and sucked his knob. He ran his fingers through her thick curly hair.

"Baby, you're so beautiful, your skin, so smooth so caramel and lovely—I..oh..oh..love your color. My black beauty." She bobbed her head up and down, burying her nose in his blonde pubes and coming up for air, sucking on his head and tonguing the underside of his heart-shaped head. Karina became intimately lingual with his member, reacquainting herself with every vein, ridge and texture.

Mike enthralled with her fellatio uncontrollably thrust his hips but Karina never missed a beat. He was reaching his peak; he felt the stirring in his balls. "I'm gonna cum..oh..oh..aaaah!" She, being gifted at cocksucking, deep-throated his member letting his jism slide right into her stomach. Milan watched her friend give head to her man and realized that her own breathing had become shallow and her wetness had soaked through her panties. She wanted to enter the room and join in, but she did not know how they would react if she did. She decided to strictly be a voyeur and watch their climax. 

Karina straddled Mike again, this time raising up on her knees and grabbing his cock. She rubbed his sensitive head up and down against her hot slit, lingering when she came in contact with her clit and again when she reached her hole. He begged her for relief. "Please baby, put it in," he pleaded. "You want it? You want to feel my warm black pussy?"

"Yes! Please, I want your beautiful black pussy! I want to feel you around my thick white cock! Give it to me!" He wanted to grab her hips and help her slide her down onto his dick, but his hands were still entwined in his shirt. She twisted the shirt to tighten the grip around his hands and slid down his cock. They moaned in unison, him feeling her warm wet pussy, she feeling full with his member. 

"Ride me baby, ride my cock!" Karina rode him, pushing her hips back against the length of his shaft, being careful not to release him, and rolling her hips forward to re-introduce the full length of his dick to her pussy. She tightened and released when he was deep within her, stroking him against her spot, feeling every inch of him. She cried out as she stroked him with her hot pussy, in response he moaned. Mike grabbed her ass, feeling the roundness and softness of her cheeks. 

Mike slapped one cheek, then the other, until her caramel skin took a rosy color. Stopping when she felt he was close, she turned her back to his face, her pussy never letting go of his penis, and gave him the view of her high-riding ass as she started again to grind. Mike was so enamored with the movement of her ass that he found himself wanting to slide deep within her bowels again. He sucked on his finger and slid it into her ass, causing her to again cry out in surprise and pleasure. 

"Oh Mike, don't stop! Ohhhhh!" In the mirror across the room, her saw his cock sliding in and out of her, slick with her juices, and Karina fingering her clit in excitement. He slid another finger past her puckered hole, feeling the soft walls inside. "Oooh…ohhhh…I'm cumming! Ohhhh…ohhhh!" She wildly gyrated upon his cock, tightening and releasing her hot, tight pussy. Karina's actions made Mike began to cum himself. Spent, Karina fell on top of Mike and kissed him. 

Flying too high to release himself from the confines of his shirt, Mike laid there and allowed Karin to caress his chest and fall asleep. Milan, still outside the room, absently rubbed herself through her panties with one hand and pinched her nipples, hardened from her voyeurism. She wanted to release the dam of ecstasy that she had pent up between her legs. She glanced at her watch and realized she had been watching her friend for almost two hours. "Oh shit," she whispered to herself, "it's almost 5:00. I need to get to that room!"

Milan ran down the stairs out of her dorm and across the quad to the Carver Hall. She remembered that he said he was on the fourth floor, but could not remember what room. She waded through the sea of boxes and collegiate bodies in the hall, watching returning students say their first and graduates say last ones. 

She was a great voyeur but scared to act on her impulses. She instead slid through the crowd, loving the second glances that the men, and some women, gave to her languid body. She was hurrying past when she recognized the face of the man who bumped into her earlier. "Wow! I didn't think you were coming!"

"Sorry about that, I got tied up…" she trailed off. "So, did you bring anything to change into?"

"What?"

"Well, if I am going to get the dress cleaned, you're going to have to give it to me."

"Oh! Yeah. I'm sorry I forgot—I was in a rush. Could you lend me something? I can mail it back to you?"

"That's ok. You can keep it. But I only live an hour away anyway. Here, here's a shirt, a pair of shorts and a belt. You're going to have to tighten it tight to keep it on you!" He laughed. "So, what's do they call you?"

"Milan. What's yours?"

"Scott."

"Thanks for the clothes Scott." Milan started quickly across the room to the bathroom. "I'll be right out!" 

She opened the door and gasped when she saw Blaine, naked, wet from his recent shower. Scott had closed the room door when she went for the bathroom, blocking her from running out in embarrassment. However, she was so horny from watching Karina that all she did was stare at the man she had been dreaming about for a month. Blaine remembered Milan, he thought she seemed to be more reserved without the club atmosphere. His dick twitched and started to rise looking at the gentle curves and long, dark legs of his mahogany goddess. 

Against better judgment and befuddled with desire, she slid her sweater from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Scott came up behind her and put his hands on her hips. He reached under her arm and unzipped her dress. "Let me help you out of that. It sure does need cleaning!" Milan allowed him to raise the hem of her dress until it was at her waist. She lifted the bunched material above her head and put it in Scott's hand.

"Here", she said in a sultry voice, "please make sure you get this back to me. It's one of my better dresses." Blaine, preceded by his hard cock, walked over to Milan and kissed her. She whimpered when she felt his hardened cock touch her stomach and fervently locked her lips to his. Though Milan knew she would never have the nerve to fuck two men at once, the passion from her earlier sightseeing had her way beyond aroused. She felt Scott unfasten her bra, spilling out her large full breasts into his and Blaine's hands. Both men, one on the right, one on the left, quenched the need to taste her breasts. She had heavy but firm breasts that had large areolas with nipples sweet and succulent like chocolate-covered cherries. 

There were subtle differences between the indigo of her skin and the chocolate of her nipples . The color contrast to their own, was erotic; both men took a nipple in their mouth and sucked and chewed. Blaine savored her breast, until he reached the nipple again and suckled. Milan moaned softly, cupping the two heads as they electrified her body. A thread of desire shot from her breasts to her clit and set her on fire. She removed Scott's shirt and pulled his head from her breast to give him a passionate kiss, leaving Blaine to tend to her breasts. She removed the rest of his clothing and was happy to see Scott's eight-inch pecker staring up at her. 

She reached for it, grasping the purplish red, bulbous, shiny head and squeezing a drop of precum from its mouth. She felt sultry yet slutty; something like this was so unlike her, but she felt energized in doing something so out of the ordinary. She swept her finger across his cock , coating it with his fluid, then smearing her finger across her lips. "Mmmm," she moaned as she licked her full lips. Seeing her sexy act stirred something in Blaine; he ripped her garters from her body and slid his hand into her white silky panties. One parted her lips and slid across her throbbing clit, causing her to buck against his hand. She raised her hips to try to mount his hand; he removed his finger and pushed her back towards and onto the bed. 

Milan sat up and sifted her butt to the edge of the bed at their insistence; Scott and Blaine moved between her legs, caressing them and removing her panties. They admired her trim pussy for a second; her moist and inviting hole, her cherry clit peeking out from dark lips, and took turns licking her slit. Blaine thrust his tongue between her lips, licking along her insides, nibbling her clit when he reached the top. He stopped and let Scott take his turn. They then each took a thigh in their hands, causing Milan to lay back on the bed, and spread her open. Blaine pistoned his tongue in and out of her pussy; Scott moved to the top of her mound to rub and lick her clit. He released her thigh, leaving Blaine to his work, and climbed onto Milan, his head facing her mound. 

She was wild with abandon and wanted so desperately to bring them each of them to a climax with her mouth, with her pussy, with all that she could manage. She opened her mouth and moved Scott's cock into her mouth. She greedily inhaled his cock, flicking her tongue around him and rolling her head in abandon. She sucked all of him in, and released him, nuzzling and licking his balls. Scott groaned into her pussy; he took her clit into his mouth and pulled at it. He mimicked her actions, flicking his tongue against her clit, suckling on it and rubbing it with his fingers. 

Blaine moved his tongue from inside her pussy to her clit, meeting Scott's tongue. They had fucked the same woman before and didn't mind coming in contact with each other; sometimes, it heightened the eroticism of the act. Blaine moved back down to her hole, lapped her juices up, and furthered his attention more towards her asshole. He tongued her asshole, pushing past the tightened sphincter into the soft folds of her rectum. He pushed until his lips met the soft space between her cheeks, he was lost in her ass. In and out he drilled, loving her vocal response. Scott took up the slack and inserted two fingers into Milan's warm pussy. 

He could barely feel Blaine's tongue through the soft barrier; this excited him. Though her was straight, he was free sexually and enjoyed new experiences. Milan, drunk with sex, washed Scott's ass with her tongue; she pushed a finger into his ass and deep throated his member once more. She took her other hand and caressed his balls and the area between his balls and ass. She licked her finger and pushed it past the first knuckle, through the second, until her finger was buried to the hilt deep within his ass. 

Scott wanted more; "Please, he mumbled through his groans, uhhh…uhhh..mmmore," She took the cue and inserted another finger on the outstroke. Milan released his dick and rimmed the top of his asshole above her fingers. She removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. She jerked his dick with her hands; he was slick with her saliva and had no problem keeping him flying in the air. "III'm cuumming babe, take it, take it all…you know you llove it!" She took the head in her mouth and swallowed every drop. She licked his red, shriveled dick to gleaming purple hardness again, cleaning the last drops of cum from the tip. She herself had climaxed more than she remembered; Blaine's tongue in her ass and Scott's tongue and fingers were too much, she came again with much ferocity, "Oh God..oh God…Jesusssss!" 

They all stopped and moved completely to the bed. Milan's juices, mixed with Blaine and Scott's moisture, were over her thighs and stomach; her ebony skin glistened and tightened. Her chest heaved, her ample bosom shaking in time with her breathing. Her face was wet with Scott's juices, her lips even more red from sucking him. Her long black hair was spread against the bed and tangled; she looked like a sexual goddess. Blaine moved his pale fingers against her ebony warmth and inserted a finger into her ass and one in her pussy. 

He moved them in and out while he told Milan his feelings. "I wanted you since that time in the club; I dreamed of this for a month. Now, we're going to fulfill your deepest fantasies." He removed his fingers and inserted his nine-inch dick into her pussy. His member, inches thick, opened her pussy wide. She arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. He pushed further and watched as Scott stroked his dick. He reached for Scott's dick and stroked him while he slowly pushed inch after inch into Milan. Scott wanted to protest but was too far-gone to say a word. He just enjoyed the sensation his friend was giving his dick. 

Blaine released Scott's dick and put Milan's legs on his shoulders and her leaned toward her. He picked up his thrusting as she egged him on "Come on you pasty white motherfucker, fuck me…I want to feel your white cock deep in my pussy…I want you to fuck me, you fucker…stick it deep…fuck me harder…ooohhhh…yesssssss!" Her words made him animalistic, he growled, grabbed her ass, and fucked her hard with abandon. Scott sucked on her nipples; Milan reached for his attention-starved dick and jacked him off. Blaine didn't even recognize his voice when he cried out in orgasm. Then, Scott took his turn.

"Turn over," he commanded. She did, thrusting her round black ass into his stomach. He spread her ass and drew a finger down her dark crack and into her pink, slick pussy. "Yeah, that's it, baby, you like it, don't you. Let me hear you say it. You want me to fuck your fine black ass, you bitch! What do you want me to do?!" She was so wet from Blaine's cum and her excitement at Scott's finger in her pussy that she would do anything. He slid his finger in and out, coating it with her pussy juice. Milan knew what she wanted but did not want to tell him. She felt like such a tramp, but she felt good realizing that these two men wanted to please her. 

"Fuck me, white boy. Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass! I want you everywhere! Both of you!" The positioned his cock at her entrance. "That's what I wanted to hear!" Scott plunged deep with one thrust. "Arrgh…uuuhhh," he grunted at the feeling of her tight, hot pussy. Even after being fucked by his friend, she was still tight. He felt her pussy convulsing in response to his dick. He almost came then and there, but was surprised to feel a tongue at his balls. Blaine was on all fours, licking under the both of them. "Blaine, move behind me, lick my ass." Blaine moved behind Scott and licked his ass when he withdrew from Milan's pussy. Scott loved the feeling and soon came after, pouring his jism into Milan's open pussy. 




Cloud 9 Ch. 3



Scott, living in the moment, kissed his friend passionately. Milan was shocked. She had said that she wanted to see the two of them when she was fucking Blaine, but she never though they would do it! It was arousing to see them together, the pale, smooth Blaine against the more hairy and more tan Scott. Blaine tousled Scott's light brown hair in their embrace and pushed against his muscled chest. Milan sat up and broke their kiss, kissing both of them in turn. "Boys, this is about me, not you, so why don't you come and fuck my black ass?" 

She smiled slyly and slid in between the roommates. She loved feeling the hardness against both her stomach and ass. Blaine kissed her long neck, moving to her tight shoulders and lightly muscled back. He could see the athleticism in the strength of her body. She pushed Scott into a lying position and looked deeply into his eyes when she straddled his hips. Blaine was moving further down her back, kissing the small of her back before getting to her ass. She mounted Scott's cock, slowly sliding down his pole until his pubes brushed against her clit. 

She bent her legs and slid her hands up Scott's chest and around his neck until she was flat against his torso. Blaine took advantage of her position and lubed his dick up with some lotion. Her dark puckered asshole was stretched by their previous lovemaking and he stuck a finger through her chocolate sphincter into her pink anal canal. He followed it with another; reflexively, she gyrated her ass, pleasuring Scott with her movement. Blaine plied at Milan's asshole, stretching the sphincter to loosen her up. He inserted two more fingers into her asshole. She pushed her tight, curvy ass against his fingers as she started to roll her hips and make her pussy suck on Scott's dick. 

She slammed against Blaine's fingers and rolled forward, up and down on Scott's cock. She rolled her hips like she was an African dancer, gyrating slowly to the beat, her hips moving in circular movements and her pelvis arching slightly and releasing. Scott had never felt such sensations against his cock. It felt like he was being deep-throated, licked, sucked and swallowed by her superpussy. "Oh fuck, a-a-a-aahhh….damn," he stammered; she locked eyes with him again as she held a tuft of his flaxen hair in each hand and rode him hard. 

She felt Blaine remove his fingers from her ass and replace it with the head of his cock. He moaned as held right under the head of his cock the thrust his hips towards her spread cheeks. The head easily slid through her tunnel; Milan eased her ass down slightly to help Blaine move further into her bowels, her hot ass was so much tighter than her pussy, if that was possible! She stopped squirming and he realized that she was waiting for her ass to adjust to the large phallus. When she started moving again, they held her hips, she sat upright and moved in time with their thrusting. They felt her heat and each other; Milan felt full and overjoyed with ecstasy. First Blaine, then Scott came into her, one coating her pussy, the other the walls of her ass. Her orifices sucked at their cocks; she was having her last orgasm in a string of many.

They switched places as Scott slid from under Milan and kissed her as they waited for Blaine to emerge from the bathroom, fresh and ready for another fucking. Blaine slid under Milan and readied himself for her hips. He tweaked her chocolate nipples and rolled them between his thumb and index finger. She rode him like a wild horse, he arched his hips up, raising her off the bed and moving deeper within her. He released as he realized Scott waiting in the wings. 

He drew Milan close and softy kissed her full lips and looked into her onyx eyes. Scott took this place under her ass and easily slid in. She was sandwiched between their ivory bodies, onyx between, like the setting of an expensive ring. The three created their own rhythm of gyrating, grunting, moaning and pleasure until they all climaxed for the last time that night. Blaine sat up and embraced Milan, kissing her passionately. They sat, locked together for awhile until they both became limp and left her warmth. 

* * * * *

Milan made her way across the quad after wishing Blaine and his roommate off. She alternately though how glad she was that she was staying for the summer and how excited she was that she had finally found him. Milan was glad that Blaine was staying in town for the summer as well. 

She would probably see him again, though her new found sexual freedom made her open to whatever might meet her in the future. It was 7:30 and still light, she thought that she and Karina could go eat and shake their asses at Cloud 9. She opened the door of her room and saw that Karina and her man were still asleep and naked on her bed. She though "I guess we won't be clubbing after all. Maybe Blaine wants to go, I should call him up…" Milan grabbed a blanket to cover them and realized a something shocking...