0 comments/ 49999 views/ 1 favorites Ebony By: blindjack The camera followed Ebony, as she sauntered across the veranda to the refrigerator. The white of the chef's apron she wore was emphasized by her dark brown skin. As she turned to open the refrigerator the camera zoomed in on the big, firm brown buns exposed by the backless apron. The high heeled white sandals Ebony wore enhanced the prominent up and out thrust of her butt. Knowing the camera was trained on her full buttocks, Ebony seductively swayed her ass, drawing the audience's attention to the deep valley separating her glorious globes. Reaching into the refrigerator, she removed a plate with two large, yellow mangoes. Placing the plate on the counter, Ebony turned, giving the camera a full front view of her apron covered body. "These mangoes look deliciously juicy, but I don't want to get any juice on my clean apron. I guess I should take it off." Ebony mused, untying the string behind her back and lifting the apron over her head. "Now I can enjoy the mangoes without getting a mess on my apron. It's easier to shower than wash the apron." As Ebony reached for a ripe, yellow mango the camera closed in, until the screen was filled with her image. Ebony's firm, 36 inch D cup breasts and smoothly shaved crotch were clearly visible. As she bit into the mango, juice dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Slowly the golden nectar trickled down her chin, onto her taut brown melons. The liquid then found its way along the top of her breasts, dribbling over the chocolate areolas and prominent nipples. Soon the river of gold was meandering between her breasts, trickling along Ebony's belly, collecting in her belly button. "I'm getting all sticky. Good thing I took off my apron or it would be messy." Ebony reflected, sucking juice from her fingers. "The juice tastes so good. I can't allow any of it to go to waste. I'll just lick up what I can." Sticking out her pink tongue, Ebony began to lick juice from her full red lips. When she had cleaned the delicious liquid from her lips, Ebony lifted her left breast, until her questing tongue could reach her breast. Sensuously her pink tongue snaked out, scooping the golden ambrosia into her mouth. Ebony's tongue soon found its way to her erect chocolate colored nipple. Slurping the hard bud, Ebony sucked up all the sticky mango juice. The way Ebony lingered over cleaning the nipple made it obvious she was enjoying her cleaning chore. When she had cleaned the left breast and nipple to her satisfaction, Ebony repeated the erotic performance on the right mango. While she licked and sucked her ripe fruits, Ebony would stare into the camera with a sultry, far away look. She knew she was sexually stimulating her audience, as she pleasured herself. Like all exhibitionists, Ebony's sexual excitement was heightened by knowing she was arousing those around her. "I've cleaned up all the juice I can. I guess I should have a shower, but I hate to waste all the yummy juice. If only John was awake he could help me to clean up." Ebony pondered, as she sucked each finger into her mouth, thoroughly cleaning them. "I was watching you from the window." I informed Ebony, as I wheeled from the room onto the veranda. "I heard you say you would like some help cleaning up. I'd be very happy to help you." Wheeling beside Ebony, I leaned over until my lips touched her breasts. Slowly I licked the under side of each quivering brown globe until there was not a trace of mango juice left. "O John! You are doing such a wonderful job of cleaning the juice from my mangoes. It feels great." Ebony giggled, resting her elbows on the counter and arching her back, so her breasts and belly were prominently displayed for the camera. "Will you lick my belly clean? Don't forget the belly button." "My pleasure." I replied, as I lowered my head to her slim, taut belly and waist. With my hands holding her hips, I stuck out my tongue, swirling it over her silky skin. Tasting the sweet mango juice on her flesh, I slowly worked my way to her belly button. Sticking my tongue in the hollow formed by her belly button, I scooped the mango juice that had collected there into my hungry mouth. As I continued to tickle her belly button, Ebony began to moan softly and undulate her hips. Ebony was becoming aroused by the eroticism of the moment. Taking my head in her hands, Ebony lifted it from her belly, staring into my eyes with a look of pure lust, purring, "I want you to lick all the mango nectar from my chocolate box. Would you like that? I know I would." Hopping onto the counter, Ebony raised her legs until her feet were firmly planted on the edge. Gripping the edge with her toes, Ebony spread her legs as wide as possible. This position gave the camera a wide open view of her shaved pussy and the rouged lips of her labia. I remained to one side, as I knew the camera was zooming in on Ebony's delicate flower, capturing all the subtle shades of pink, red and brown. Ebony's arousal had caused dew drops of love cream to coat her wide open labia lips, giving them a glossy sheen. Taking her vermillion nailed fore finger, Ebony brought it to the top of her gash. Slowly she began to rub the skin, causing the clit to emerge from its protective hood. When the erect, glistening pink love bud had emerged, Ebony teased its length with her finger tip. This caused more moisture to accumulate along her blood engorged lips. The camera was capturing and transmitting every lewd detail to the horny audience. Picking up the last mango, Ebony brought it to her lips. Taking a bite of the succulent fruit, Ebony allowed the juice to flow freely, down her chin, over her breasts, along her belly, to the valley between her thighs. Continuing to tickle her go button, Ebony brought the dripping mango to her cleft. Giving the ripe yellow fruit a gentle squeeze, Ebony drizzled the juice over, around and in her waiting fruit bowl. "Your treat is ready. I hope you're hungry." Ebony cooed, squeezing more juice from the mango. With mouth drooling, I bent my head until I was near enough to Ebony's pussy to smell the fragrance of ripe mango, mingled with the musk of an aroused woman. What a mouth watering aroma. I wished the audience had been able to inhale the delicious fragrance. As I brought my tongue close to Ebony's fruit bowl, I tried to stay on one side, enabling the camera to pick up all the tongue action. Caressing the inner lips of Ebony's vagina with my fingers, I felt her body shudder with anticipation. Bringing the slick fingers to my mouth, I inhaled deeply, then licked them clean of mango and love juice. With my appetite wetted, I knew I had to have more of the delicious mixture. Holding the lips apart with my fingers, I delved into Ebony's gash with my tongue. Quickly I scooped the heady concoction of mango and pussy juice into my craven mouth. Again and again I slid my tongue up the quivering walls of Ebony's vagina scooping her special nectar into my drooling mouth. When I sated my thirst, I worked my way to the apex of Ebony's pussy. Tickling her clit with my tongue, I inserted three fingers into her sopping slit. With my fingers tickling the inside of her vagina, my lips encircled her quivering go button. Sucking on her love nub, I gently bit her clit, bringing a squeal from her. Ebony was mashing my face into her flooded pussy, while she bounced her incredible ass up and down on the counter top. Her juices squirted onto my face and into my mouth. When I could no longer drink her love cream, I let it squirt over my face. Finally Ebony ceased bucking, giving my mouth some breathing space. "Wow! That was fucking great!" Ebony exclaimed, mashing the heel of her hand against her still palpating pussy. Looking down her brown belly, over her wet glistening crotch, Ebony squealed, "Is that big banana for me? You had your desert. Now it's my turn. When I eat your banana I'm going to end up with your banana custard all over my face." With that Ebony hopped from the counter; standing before me a look of lust in her eyes. Pulling up the wheelchair sides, I leaned back, giving the camera a better view of my 10 inch erection. Still working the fingers of one hand in her pussy, Ebony leaned forward, taking my cock into her mouth like a cobra striking. Grabbing the wheelchair seat, she engulfed my entire length in one gulp. This woman knew how to deep throat. As she gulped and sucked, I could feel her throat rippling along the part of my cock surrounded by her throat. The length of meat in her mouth was being massaged by her talented tongue. Ebony did not let our bodies touch in any way except at the junction of my penis and her mouth. Maintaining suction, Ebony slowly pulled her mouth from my throbbing erection. When only the head was buried in her mouth Ebony commenced lathing it with her sloppy tongue. I could not believe the sensations she was giving me. I knew, as the camera woman pointed the camera at my distorted face, the audience would be able to see the incredible pleasure Ebony was giving me. The next thing I knew the camera woman was lying on the floor between Ebony's legs. From this vantage point she could aim at Ebony's busy fingers or her gulping mouth and throat. By the time Ebony's mouth made it back down my entire length I could no longer hope to hold out. Arching my back, I let go. I felt the load of hot sperm leave my balls, rush up the shaft, blasting from the tip. The first two loads disappeared down her throat. When the third wad of cream erupted from my cock head, I felt it splash against Ebony's mouth. After a few more ejaculations Ebony could no longer swallow all the jism, so she allowed it to dribble from around my shaft. I hoped the camera caught the spunk running over Ebony's face and tits. When the last dregs of thick white cream were drained from my balls Ebony pulled her mouth from my deflating cock. Turning to the camera, she opened her mouth letting everyone see the pearly liquid within. Swirling it around with her tongue Ebony swallowed the remains of her banana cream custard. The next show was about to start. For this sequence, Ebony was helping her daughter Jasmine by operating another camera. With two cameras filming, they would be able to capture every detail of the show and transmit it over the net. Our guest for the day, Angel, was joining me on the veranda. "Well Angel, I'm glad you could join us today." I greeted, giving Angel a Deep soul kiss. As everyone can see, Angel is a cute blonde. Ebony and I met her on the beach this morning. We asked if she would like to join us in our small inter net production. She said she would love to if there was going to be lots of cock to suck and fuck. I told Angel there would be all the cock she could handle, so here she is. Tell us a little about yourself." "Well I'm 22 years old from Daytona. I love to suck and fuck cocks of all sizes, colors and shapes. Some people have said I'm a nymphomaniac because I like to fuck all the time. I don't really want to fuck all the time, I have to sleep sometimes." Angel giggled, smiling at the camera, as she nervously shifted from foot to foot. Reaching around her waist, I drew Angel to my side. Making sure the camera had a good angle I slid a hand under her gold lace up crop top, while the fingers of the other hand went down the front of her matching boy shorts. With my hand cupping a melon, I gave a squeeze, while the fingers beneath her shorts tickled her cleft. "How would you like to slip out of this top and shorts, so the audience can get a good look at your sexy body?" I asked, letting my fingers slide from the lace up gold boy shorts covering her crotch and ass. Unlacing her top, Angel pulled it over her head, letting her 35 C tits pop out. Cupping the under sides of her breasts, Angel lifted and kneaded the flesh, offering the melons to the unseen voyeurs. Lowering her head, she began to suckle at the hard pink nipple. "I think shaft would like to help you with that." I suggested, waiving shaft into camera range. In walked Shaft, Ebony's first cousin. He was 20 years old, muscular, with a dark complexion like Ebony. His naked body glistened with oil except for a red thong, which was stretched to the limit. "What do you think Shaft? Would you like to get in there and enjoy those nice white tits?" I asked, directing the action. "I know you enjoy a little white sugar." Immediately Angel removed her mouth from her nipple, offering the firm globe to Shaft. Without a word Shaft bent his head to the proffered breast. As he licked the areola and sucked on the pink cherry atop the tanned tit, Shaft's other hand was busy kneading the firm flesh of the other melon. Trying to keep the action moving for the audience, I asked Shaft, "Why don't you help Angel take off those shorts? That's the way. Angel, slip your cute little foot through the leg and give us a peek at your pussy. Put your foot on the chair, so the camera can get a good shot of your pussy. That's the way. What do you think Shaft? Would you like some juicy, shaved white cunt? Check it out Man!" With her gold sandaled foot firmly planted on a chair, Angel's wide open thighs gave the camera an unobstructed view of her puffy pink slit and shaved pussy. Shaft knelt beside the foot resting on the floor, so he did not obstruct the camera's line of sight. Gently tugging on the lips of her labia, Shaft exposed the light pink of the inner folds of Angel's vagina. Ebony had the camera there, capturing every dew dampened crevice of Angel's gash. "Shaft, I can see you licking your lips. Do you want some of Angel's cake? Dive in and enjoy!" I instructed, as I watched Ebony maneuver to get a better camera angle. My attention was taken by Angel, Ebony and Shaft, so I did not notice Jasmine. To my surprise Jasmine had her camera trained on me, while her mother followed the action between Angel and Shaft. Jasmine's camera was pointed at my crotch, following my fist as I slowly jerked off. The two cameras increased the choices for those watching over the net. I was an actor and a director in this sexy sequence. I enjoyed acting but I still had to direct, so I turned my attention back to Angel and Shaft, continuing my instructions. "How does it taste? I can see from your big cunt eating grin you are enjoying Angel's cake. That's the way. Get her wet and juicy, so you will have no problems when you slam your big, fat, black cock into her tight white cunt. Holley shit! She's climaxing! Ebony, get a good shot of Angel's pussy juice squirting onto Shaft's face. Shaft, lap up her cunt cream as it squirts onto your face. Angel's flowing like a river in flood. She's ready to get stuffed like a turkey." Leaning back in the wheelchair, I beckoned to Angel ordering, "Come over here, Angel! Bend over! Suck me off! Shaft, get behind Angel, so you can fuck the shit out of her. We can fill two of her holes at once. We can have Angel on a spit. Just what she wanted lots of hard cock." Bending over, Angel steadied herself by holding onto the wheelchair, while the other hand fisted around my shaft. Moving her fist up and down my shaft, Angel's tongue lapped my knob, making it shiny with her spit. Having climaxed earlier, I knew I would be able to last for a long time. Moving behind Angel, Shaft hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his red thong, flexed his hips, causing his long hard cock to pop out. With his rigid rod bobbing in front of him, Shaft grabbed Angel's hips, thrust his pelvis forward, burying his cock up to the balls in her receptive channel. With a firm hold on Angel's hips, Shaft began a slow steady pounding of her sucking slit. Every time Shaft drove his bamboo into Angel's slippery tunnel, I could hear a squishy sound coming from the area of their crotch. The look in his eyes told me he was enjoying every deep thrust into Angel's hot, buttery hole. Ebony and Jasmine were busy covering all the action with the two cameras. Jasmine's camera caught the blow job I was receiving from Angel, while Ebony's camera captured every slippery thrust and grind of Angel's crotch and Shaft's cock. I hoped the cameras were picking up the grunts and squishy sounds of lust for transmission to the waiting inter net audience. I was sorry the watchers would miss the musky fragrance of sex being emitted by our aroused bodies. By now Shaft was grunting and thrusting like a stag in rut. He was out of control with lust. Shaft was slamming into Angel so hard; her body shook every time his crotch impacted her buttocks. To add to the excitement, Shaft alternately slapped Angel's ass cheeks each time he rammed into her. With a bellow, Shaft buried his bamboo in Angel, spewing hot liquid deep into her vagina. "Shaft, pull out!" I commanded. "The watchers want to see you shoot your cock cream all over Angel's ass and back! Pulling from Angel's clutching gash, Shaft rested his jerking pole in the crack between her firm ass cheeks. Sliding his jerking erection along Angel's ass crease, Shaft blasted strand after strand of hot, sticky, white sperm all over her back. After a few more loads of pearly spunk landed on Angel, Shaft's manhood began to deflate, oozing juice onto her ass and into the crack. Every wet, sticky detail was captured by Ebony's camera work. Entwining my fingers in Angel's short blonde hair, I pulled her mouth off my throbbing cock, exclaiming, "It's my turn to feel your hot, tight cunt wrapped around my cock! Spread your legs and sit on my fat, slippery cock. That's the way. O shit, you really have a tight twat! It's a good thing Shaft stretched you with a hard fucking! It makes it a little easier for me. Hold onto my shoulders." With Angel firmly ensconced on my pillar of pleasure, I laughed, "I hope you are getting enough cock to satisfy your nymphomania?" Taking a firm hold of Angel's waist, I began to move her around on my rigid shaft. To increase Angel's pleasure I slid my thumbs to the top of her slit. I could now rub her clit, as I slid her up and down on my cock. I made sure to lean back and hold her body away from my chest, so Jasmine could get her camera between us. I did not want the audience to miss any of the hot sticky fuck play. As I enjoyed the sensations created by Angel's tight glove sliding on my erection, I noticed Ebony give Shaft the camera. She then slipped into the room. I wondered what Ebony was up to. When she returned it was obvious she had a surprise in store for our sweet little Angel. Angel had no idea of what was about to happen. Her eyes stared passionately into the camera, as I moved her around on my cock. Pressing Angel hard against my pelvis, I held her tight. Not allowing her to move, I clutched her ass, prying the cheeks apart with my fingers. Ebony was in position behind Angel, ready to give her the big surprise. With a powerful thrust of her hips, Ebony drove the well greased, shiny black, strap on, anal dildo into Angel's bung hole. With the 4 inch anal dildo buried in Angel's ass, Ebony grabbed Angel's breasts. Angel was trapped between us, like white meat between pieces of brown and white bread. She was at our mercy, unable to move, unless we allowed her too. "What the fuck are you doing to my ass?" Angel yelped, trying to twist away from the intruder in her butt, which only increased the friction between my cock and her cunt. "You told us you could not get enough cock. Well I'm making sure you get all the cock you can handle. We aim to please." Ebony laughed, squeezing Angel's tan tits with her dark brown, red nailed fingers. "Don't act so surprised. I can tell you are not a virgin to ass fucking by the easy way the anal dildo slid into your back door. Just relax and enjoy. Ebony will make you feel good." Ebony promised, pressing her crotch against Angel's buttocks, causing the nub at the base of the dildo to stimulate Ebony's clit. Ebony My name is Danyl, I'm an African American male with a caramel complexion, I stand 6' even with an athletic build, 23 years old. There are some things in life you can't control and you don't have the answer to them, you just go with the flow. I never thought the events of last night would happen, but they did (but I am not complaining.) It all started at this year's family reunion meeting, the young adults wanted to plan something on the side so that we can have a little fun without the mature adults. My cousin Ebony and I were in charge of the planning so we exchanged numbers and emails to share ideas. Ebony is a probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, she was 21 years old, to go with her nice coconut brown skin was a nice medium sized ass and nice perky C cup titties I've ever seen, she was a model. Ebony and I weren't close at all, the only time we even spoke was at family gatherings. After weeks of shared ideas and planning, the weekend of the reunion had come and gone. During the event planning we learned a lot about each other and found that we enjoyed some of the same things. From this Ebony and I became best friends; we hung out every weekend and talked on the phone just about every night. It started getting kind of weird for me because at times, I found myself day dreaming about my cousin. I imagined my lips and tongue raping her mouth as my 7.5" dick slid in and out of her juicy wet pussy, my hips thrusting over and over deep against her. I wanted her bad. Ebony calls and invites me to her step-father's birthday party. We're having a good time, drinking and playing cards and she asks me to help her get the gifts for her step-father, which are upstairs. As we make our way up the stairs, I realize Ebony had way too much to drink and it looks like she was going to fall down the stairs. Ebony didn't fall down the stairs, but she did fall. I went to help her up and I fell on top of her (we are in a missionary position), as I fell I knocked over and broke a picture frame. Laying between Ebony's legs gave me an instant hard on and I was hoping she didn't feel it. We get up and Ebony says, "we need to do something about that." I agree thinking she was talking about the broken picture frame and go to get a dust pan and broom. She laughs and says, "Not that." She grabs my dick and says, "That!" Embarrassed, I start to apologize and she begins kissing me. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop, I enjoyed it too much. She begins to unzip my pants and frees my dick and plays with it. She begins to kneel and starts kissing my dick, right when she is about to wrap her lips about the head, her mother yells up the stairs asking if everything was ok, halting my action. We get ourselves together and head downstairs with the gifts. At the end of the night I go home confused. The next day Ebony calls me and starts apologizing for her actions and how she had too much to drink. After expressing her feelings, I assured her that everything was ok and that I dreamt of naughtier actions between us, she replied by saying she had as well. Ebony invites me over to her place and we talked more about how bad we wanted each other. I told her that I was in love with her and although this was taboo but I wanted to make love to her. Ebony gets up and goes to the bathroom and comes out with my robe on. She asks, "are you ready for this pussy Danyl?" I then stood up, opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. I pulled her closer to me and began hungrily sucking her nipples while I held her plump ass in my hands. Her pussy became instantly soaked as my tongue fluttered across her erect nipples. Ebony could feel my hard dick on her thigh and it only made her hotter. She grabbed my head and held it firmly in her hands as I licked and sucked her nipples, and playfully pulled at them with my teeth. Ebony could feel my hands reach between her thighs from behind, and one of my fingers slip between her pussy lips. Suddenly, I grabbed her hips and pushed her back a few inches as I looked into her eyes. I then stood up and kissed Ebony passionately. We could hardly wait until we were both naked, so she furiously attacked the buttons on my shirt while I unbuckled my belt and shed my pants. In no time flat, they were embracing naked, my fully erect dick pressed against Ebony's belly as we kissed and caressed each other tenderly. I began to kiss her neck, and Ebony was in such ecstasy she had to open her eyes just to ensure that she wasn't dreaming. She opened to see our reflection in the glass of that a portrait hanging over the bed, and she still couldn't believe what was. But as I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy, she closed her eyes again and sighed with pleasure. She definitely liked this relationship more. Just the feeling of my thick fingers was about to make her cum, so she pulled my fingers out and sat down on the bed while I remained standing. Just Ebony's warm breath on my dick was almost more than I could bear. I squeezed her shoulders tightly and braced myself. Ebony slowly teased the head of my dick with her tongue for a moment before sliding as much as she could into her mouth. She sucked furiously, determined to make me cum in her mouth. She didn't let up, it was like she wanted to taste my cum, but I wasn't ready yet either. Right before I reached the point of no return, I pulled my dick out of her mouth and quickly kneeled down and pushed her legs back until her fragrant pussy was right at mouth level. I proceeded to stick my tongue deep into her snug hole; I had to taste her sweetness. I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy causing her to gently tremble and moan. It was when I sucked her clit that she really responded, "Danyl, please fuck me..." I stood and walked to my pants. I pulled out my wallet, rifled through cards and cash. The last time I bought condoms they were for my cousin Keith, but I thought I remembered having some. I started to panic, thinking that I might not be able to do what I'd wanted to do for so long. "Daaaanyl..." Ebony teased in a sing-song voice. I turned to see that she had gotten on all fours at the edge of the bed. "I'm on the pill," she said. Without hesitation, I positioned himself behind Ebony, gave her wet pussy one last lick, and slowly entered her from behind. Our simultaneous sighs sounded like a two-part harmony of sexual satisfaction. Ebony firmly but slowly pushed her plump ass back against me, matching the intensity of my stroke. I grabbed Ebony's shoulders and started drilling her pussy, moaning loudly every time I felt my balls slap against her clit. I reached around between her legs and started to rub her clit with my middle finger. That was all it took. Ebony screams, "Oh baby I'm cumming..." She bucked, shook and screamed through her first orgasm, but I wasn't done with her yet. I rolled her onto her back and put the soles of her feet against my chest, angling her pussy up for perfect entry. I sunk my hard, hungry dick inside her pussy, banging the hell out of her. I exclaimed, "Damn girl, your pussy is so wet..." I pounded her juicy pussy for another twenty minutes, through two more of her screaming orgasms, before I felt like I couldn't wait anymore, I had to cum. I told her I was about to come. She begged me saying, "Oh shit yesss, please cum inside me..." I didn't hesitate. I squeezed Ebony's shoulders so hard it almost hurt her. She moaned with every squirt of cum that filled her pussy, her pussy held as much of my explosion as it could, but it was too much, and my cum dripped out of her pussy. I slowly slid my dick out of her pussy, and opened she opened her eyes. Ebony gets up to clean off and I hear her in the bathroom yelling, "SHIT!" I jump up to see what's wrong and she realizes that she hadn't taken her pill. I assure her everything would be alright and we go back to the room. Of course I didn't know if everything was gonna be alright but if it wasn't, it was worth it. The End! Ebony & Ivory Prologue: It is about 18 months since I first wrote about my bisexual encounter with Jane. During that interim Jane is the only girl that I have slept with; made long slow passionate love, as only two girls can. However, our friendship is passionate, tactile, slow and sensuous. As we saw more of each other our friendship settled down, not to that of lovers, but we’ve become very close friends. Two good friends who have come to express their friendship more intimately. We rarely sleep with each other. Rather we make love, long, slow and sensuous, completely unlike making love to any man in my experience. So until recently, I was cheating on my adorable boyfriend, Adrian. He is still unaware of my newfound sexual liberation. I often think I should tell him, as he might want to watch. Indeed, Jane and I have discussed it on occasion. I also feel that I have put it off for too long, so that I have been effectively cheating on him for almost 18 months. However, our friendship is still very much in the front of our friendship and our sex life is good and varied. Also, the stories in Lit help to give us new ideas and thoughts from time to time. This is another true account of an encounter with a lovely girl whom I shall call Aggie. Aggie is slightly older than I, and has completed a PhD. Of Afro-Caribbean descent, she has dark skin, and I mean dark, like Dark chocolate sold in the UK rather than 'milk chocolate'. For those 'Brits' out there, she resembles Gillian Joseph, a BBC news presenter in the London area, albeit slightly bigger. Not fatter, but of rounder build with a larger bust (36C!) Her hair is shoulder length, and she too exercises regularly, though Aggie obviously uses weights more than I do. I met Aggie through work; she is a new member of staff of a regular client of mine. My title is Sales Specialist and I sell Equipment used for medical and biological research. This regular client of mine was in the process of rebuilding an old laboratory of hers, and it was in this context that I first met Aggie. During the various meetings I felt as if I was being stared at. Every time I looked up, there was Aggie, looking at me, and, I am sure, mentally undressing me. You know what its like when you walk into a gym or a bar and you suddenly feel men looking at you, as if they are mentally undressing you. With Aggie, it was the same. But she was polite and we got on well. She had a long-term boyfriend as well so I assumed it was my imagination, or perhaps even my desire, my sexual curiosity? Anyway, I had put these thoughts aside as my friendship with Aggie developed. We met up for quiet drinks, had some rather fun nights out, but our friendship was purely platonic, for want of a better description. From here I shall start my true account, my story. ***** A bank holiday was approaching, and we were discussing our plans over the long weekend. I mentioned that Adrian was away for a few days with some university friends so I had nothing in particular planned. "Come around for dinner if you like" she suggested. "We can have some dinner, a glass of wine or two and a good chat, perhaps watch a DVD or two. You can stay over in the spare bed if you wish". I wasn’t sure, though I do not really know why. In hindsight, I think I was suspecting something (perhaps hoping) might happen. Often I would lie in my bed those nights after we had met, and I would wonder if she was bi, and if she fancied me? While I had never looked at her in a sexual manner, her stares and our friendship had made me curious. Anyway, Aggie was not prepared to say no, even though I made excuses. What excuses I did make, Aggie claimed were trivial, which, in hindsight, they were. I am not even sure why I was so reluctant. Perhaps I was slightly scared to admit to myself that I found Aggie sexually intriguing and alluring. Was it a race thing? I would not class myself as racist, having come from a multi-ethnic school university. At the same time I had never even considered sleeping with someone from a different ethnic background. So I accepted Aggie’s kind invitation and before long the bank holiday was upon us. It was a lovely spring weekend; warm and sunny with a light wind. I wasn’t quite sure what to wear, but I knew I wanted to wear something sexy and revealing, if for no other reason than for allowing the wind to blow away those winter blues. In the end, I wore some of my favourite Rigby & Pellar lingerie, a deep red set. The lace is soft and exquisite and Adrian loves it on me (perhaps that’s why he buys me sets!). I decided to wear a short deep tan leather skirt. Not mini-skirt length but just above my knees, and a nice revealing slit running down the back, complementing my light beige blouse with a low neckline, with the deep red bra visible through the material. It may sound smart but it is also very casual, and makes me feel very sexy. The outfit was completed with a pair of deep tan leather boots, almost knee-high, together with a pair of patterned stockings. During the day my mind kept drifting to that evening and what may happen. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to have sex with Aggie. Perhaps that’s why I had dressed so revealingly. Aggie greeted me at the door in a very erotic outfit. She had on a red-croquet style top, through which her deep cream lace bra was easily visible, as was her dark skin. Her thighs were barely covered by a short hipster skirt, and her calves were hidden from view by a pair of white, knee-high boots. The colour contrast was sensational. Her shoulder length hair was in a ponytail, displaying the long and sensual curves of her neck and shoulders. She welcomed me into her lovely flat and greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We stood there for several seconds, or minutes perhaps? I looked up at her, and finally she smiled, said something and led me to her living room. The room was smallish, lit by scented candles, with a table laid out for two. She had a soft, relaxing classical CD playing. I gave her my two bottles of white wine and she went into the kitchen, and returned later with two glasses of said wine. We made ourselves comfortable; I was on the armchair and she was sitting on the sofa, the curves of her legs being accentuated by her boots, and short skirt. We made small talk as we sipped our wine, asking each other what we had been up to since we last met, how our partners were and so on. We soon got talking about clothes, as we complimented each other on our respective outfits, in particular the boots. As we were talking, I felt a strange atmosphere. Not an unpleasant one, but as if neither of us were sure where all this was leading up to. It is impossible to put in words. The conversation soon reverted back to our partners, at which point I asked Aggie if she had ever been unfaithful to Ricardo, her partner. She smiled back at me, slowly breaking into a giggle as she nodded. "Have you?" she then inquired. "Only with one other so far, but I am still seeing her from time to time, and while Adrian has met her, he doesn’t know. But I've never been tempted to sleep with another man." My heart was pounding, in case I had read her body language incorrectly, but I was sure she was Bi, and wanted to turn the conversation, to bring it to the fore. She looked at me for several seconds before smiling, her white teeth showing. "I wasn’t quite sure if you were bi-sexual, Miranda" she stated, "but I was hoping that you might be". Again she giggled as she stood up and moved towards me, and knelt before me. What she did next was, well, incredible. She took my right boot and slowly started to kiss and lick the leather of my boot. "God I love girls in Fuck Me Boots." She moaned softly a smile appearing on her lips. The sight was incredible, especially as she kept her eye contact with me, sighing softy. Her hands massaged my calf through the leather, as she licked and kissed the leather of my boot. She continued this for several minutes, and it was obvious she was becoming aroused, very aroused. Eventually, she put my foot down and picked up my other boot-clad foot, and repeated the process, her tongue exposed as she licked and kissed the deep brown leather. Still on her knees, she straightened her back and lifted her skirt to expose her thong-clad mound, manoeuvring my foot to her mound. Slowly and erotically she started to rub herself against my foot, pulling my foot tight against her. She let out several loud moans, interspersed with sighs… as she literally fucked her mound and clit against my boot. I was quite simply speechless, but becoming very aroused. My hand soon found my crotch as I gently began to rub my self through my leather skirt, my other hand cupping and pinching my nipple through my blouse. Meanwhile, Aggie continued to moan. By this time her eyelids were closed, her head thrown back, as she was gasping and moaning. I could tell she was approaching an orgasm as her breathing became faster and more irregular. She gasped for breath and I could see her other hand pinching her nipple as she let out a loud moan, her body shaking and quivering under the pressure of her intense orgasm. I just sat there amazed as she was recovering. She opened her eyes and smiled intently at me. She gently let go of my foot, placing it on the floor, allowing me to see her juices on my leather before she looked down. Slowly she lowered her mouth to the boot and licked up her juices off my boot. She then reached up, wrapping her arms around me, pulling me down for an intense kiss. I could taste a mixture of leather and her juices on her lips. I felt her tongue hungrily force apart my lips. Our mouths were wide open, our tongues intertwined and dancing a sinful dance with each other. We were both sighing deeply, our hands caressing and exploring each other's bodies. Soon I felt my tongue being sucked, her teeth gently nibbling the tip. My heart was pounding and I was short of breath when we finally broke the kiss. Aggie just smiled, licking her lips as she placed her hands on my hips. I still sat on the chair, and she was on her knees leaning towards me. "Somewhere more comfortable?" she suggested. I just nodded as I slowly stood up, suddenly feeling how damp and turned on I was. This was something totally new and very pleasurable. "So she was planning on seducing me after all," I thought to myself. In the middle of her bedroom was a large bed but what caught my attention were the iron head and footboards. Hanging from one post were a few bras, again in luxurious lace. The room had a scent of candles, and I could see the soft flickering of candlelight. Before Aggie started to kiss me I saw a collection of toys on the bedside table. She kissed me hard as she pushed me onto the bed, falling on top of me. She kissed aggressively, her mouth hungrily opening up mine, her tongue forcing its way in between my lips, seeking out my tongue as she fenced with it. I felt her hands caressing my body up and down, before cupping my cheeks as she kissed deeper and more passionately. Her hips were slowly moving in a circular fashion, grinding into my own. My heart was pounding and I could feel every beat. Finally we broke the embrace, both of us gasping and smiling as we fought for breath. I felt her hands move to my blouse, impatiently unfastening my blouse. I felt that I might lose a button but soon my blouse was open. The closeness of her breath over my nipples made them harden further and soon I felt a soft kiss on one and then the other as she started to suck on the nipples through the lace of my bra. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as I felt her head move from one breast to the other. My eyes were closed and my mind was chasing its own tail. "Have you ever fucked a black person before?" "No" I replied "Not even a black man?" "Oh god no." I moved my hands for the hem of her croquet top, and slowly started to lift it up over her head. She moved accordingly, allowing me to remove her top with no obstructions as she continued working on my breasts, sending shivers up and down my spine. My hands unclasped her bra and undid her skirt, my hands running up her thighs feeling the soft smooth skin as I cupped her buttocks. She sighed over my breasts. Feeling how close I was, I pushed Aggie up asking her to stand. As she stood up, her skirt slid down her thighs onto the floor, revealing a matching cream thong. Soon she removed her bra, revealing her full yet firm breasts. I pinched her nipples feeling them harden further. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I brought my lips to her breasts, as I gently licked and sucked one and then the other. My hands cupped them, bringing them as close together as possible. I was just able to lick and bite both nipples simultaneously, feeling the cool soft undersides against my hands. The sight of my pale white skin against her deep brown added to the eroticism of the moment. I felt her hands pull my head close to her breasts and I could feel her heartbeat and her sighing deeply as she threw her head back. Her hands were running through my hair as she released the ponytail. I took the waistband of her thong between my fingers and slowly pushed it down her thighs and to the floor. I slid off the bed onto my knees and straightened my back; my hands now caressing her calves. Her hands were still in my hair, tugging and pulling it, sending out gasps of mild pain as I continued to make love to her breasts. My mouth started to travel, leaving a trail of kisses, my fingernails gently caressing her body, in particular from her firm buttocks up to her back and down again. My mouth finding her soft, pierced belly button, I began sucking on the stud, flicking it, and heard her giggle. Aggie now sat on the edge of the bed with her legs apart and looked down at me. I turned to face her, still on my knees, looking into her black mound; the short hairs, the dark lips, the pink interior. My hair was still being stroked softly and gently as we made eye contact. We both smiled. Standing, with Aggie immediately in front of me, I finished undressing, pushing back my blouse over my shoulders. Letting it land on the floor. My hands caressed my body, watching Aggie intently as I saw her eyes follow my hands, from caressing my breasts, from my waist down to my leather clad hips, and back up. Slowly I reached round, unfastened the skirt, pushed it down onto the floor over my hips revealing my chocolate coloured patterned stay ups, and matching thong. My hands moved to my mound, I sighed, gently rubbing myself through the thong, still watching Aggie's gaze. Soon my bra was unclasped, holding it in place with one hand, as I eased the shoulder straps down, seeing Aggie stare with excitement, moaning, talking loudly. "Oh God," she sighed, "Stop teasing me, let me see your white breasts, you bitch." She begged. Answering her command, I allowed my bra to fall exposing my breasts, uplifting, both nipples proud, erect. For several minutes I stood there, sighing gently, moaning, watching Aggie as I caressed my breasts, pinching my nipples, with each tug, I let out a gentle sigh, a gentle moan of pleasure. My hands still stroking, using my finger nails caressing my body, stroking my mound thru the thong, pushing it in deep, past my lips. During which, Aggie's hands hand become restless as she caressed herself, her breasts, her trimmed pussy. I returned to my kneeling position, having stepped out of my skirt and thong moving close to her. I leant forward, lifting her boot-clad legs around me, feeling the soft, supple leather against the skin of my back as I kissed her knee, slowly, softy, sighing, moving upwards leaving a trail of soft gentle kisses up her dark thigh. Suddenly I was starting at it, feeling her hands run through my hair, begging to kiss her, lick her, to eat her. The skin was so dark, silky smooth from being freshly shaven apart from a little whips, triangular in shape. My tongue ran up one labia, and then down the other side, moving my head in a gentle circular motion. She tasted divine, the pink interior glistening with her juices. My hair was suddenly pulled, Aggie's hands pulling me in closer, as she gasped, begged me to taste her. My tongue pushed pashed her lips, finger nails gently making small circles on her thighs as my tongue drew small circles inside her, tasting her, feeling her velvety texture as my tongue licked, twisted, explored her pussy, gently sighing into her. I felt her grip tighten slightly on her hair, I sensed her body move, perhaps arching her back, my tongue darting in and out, licking swirling tasting. My finger nails lightly caressing her upper thighs. "Oh god, Oh my fucking god." She cried. She arched her back, whilst gyrating her hips, upwards, downwards, or in a circular motion, pushing hard against my tongue, my face. I continued, replacing my tongue with one finger, sliding it past her labia, gently twisting, caressing, and feeling her tightness grip it as I reached for the magical spot. A second, and then a third finger was slowly inserted, deliberately stretching her as I reached and found her magical spot, sliding them in and slowly, using the entire length of the fingers to finger fuck her. She moaned, gasped, swore; her clit was being continually kissed and licked, nibbled as my fingers pushed in, gently eased out. Her breathing became more vocal, as she shouted out. Feeling her hands tighten, tense, I continued, picking up the tempo. She came, loudly. Her body tensed, her back arching, the free hand gripping the duvet cover as her body went into a series of shivers, convulsions, whilst I was eagerly tasting, licking as she came, feeling, seeing her juices trickle down, my head being pulled in even closer, my nose rubbing, teasing her clit as my tongue worked inside her, feeling her spasms as her intense orgasm travelled through her entire body, feeling her juices cover my face, my lips, my tongue. I realised, I was trapped, her feet were still wrapped around me, preventing me from moving away, Realising the bitch had cum twice already, I moved, as if processed by a demon as I parted her legs, literally forcing them apart and climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply, letting her taste her self on me, rubbing my hips tightly, grinding against hers; before finally straddling her, my mound close to her face, my boot clad feet running down her sides. Learning from her rulebook, my hand was soon firmly grasping her hair, as I pulled her face, her mouth towards my mound, feeling how wet I was. She eagerly accepted the challenge, her hands stroking my lips, feeling her breath against me. Her tongue replaced her fingers running up and down my lips, tasting, the tongue tip swirling, moving in small circles against my exposed labia, sending a shiver through me, a moan escaping. As her experienced tongue began to probe, my back arched backwards, moving my arms to allow me to lean back, my arms taking my weight, my eyes closed, sighing with every touch, every caress. I felt her deep inside me, pushing back against my labia, twisting, licking, lapping, feeling my muscles contract around her, as she pushed further, deeper inside me. "AAAAAAAggghhhhhhhhhhhhh" She found the magical spot, making me moan, loudly, deeply as I felt the tip of her tongue caress the spot, feeling her fingers gently rub my hood, my clit, sending yet further shivers through my aching body. She eased her self out, replacing her tongue with her fingers, sliding them deep into me, feeling my muscles tighten against them, as they were slowly eased in, and then out, using the entire length to finger fuck me. Slowly, she eased them in, and then withdrew them. I soon felt my hips move in time, exaggerating her movements, sending a chill up my spine. I realised this was going to be an intense orgasm. Before I had chance to gather my thoughts, I felt her breath close over my clit, feeling her tongue swirl, lick my clit, her teeth gently nibbling, adding to the sensations within my body. Ebony & Ivory Onyx and Tiffany had been friends since Kindergarten, the kind of friends that always seemed to be joined at the hip. Their friends thought it was cute and had nicknamed them "Ebony and Ivory" after the then-popular song, Onyx being dark as the stone for which she was named and Tiffany being about as blonde as any girl could get. Their teachers rarely saw them apart and they worked and played together. Their parents weren't happy about the situation, not in the least. Onyx's parents, the Douglas', thought that Tiffany's parents were snobs of the highest order. They were right about that. The Taylor family thought that Onyx's parents were low-class black trash and they were equally correct in their assessment. The girls didn't care about any of that. They played together every day, did their homework together and helped each other out whenever necessary. Both girls got exceptional grades. If one girl excelled in a subject the order was doing poorly in, they helped each other until they were at par. For example, as Onyx's family tended to be lazy and use far too much slang at home for her teacher's, Tiffany tutored her until Ebonics were a thing of the past. Tiffany didn't particularly do well with math or science ... her family had accountants and staff to do a lot of the piddly stuff and they saw no reason she needed to know any of this. As far as her family was concerned, why did she need to know these things if she was going to marry some rich man and raise his children? Around the time the girls were 12 years old; Onyx's family came into a bit more money and moved to a nicer neighborhood in another school district. Jeb Douglas was thrilled because now his daughter wouldn't be hanging around with the uppity white girl. His wife Bianca had about the same feelings on the matter. Kathleen Taylor encouraged her daughter to make new friends in a "higher social circle". Tiffany was almost livid with rage at her mother's bigotry. What neither family counted on was the fact that this was now the computer age, the days of E-Mail, Facebook, Twitter and the like. Within a month of Onyx's move, she and Tiffany were talking on-line at least 2 hours every day and meeting at the Public Library or for coffee at least twice a week. They still helped each other with homework and talked about their lives and maintained a friendship they swore would never end. Yet, it nearly did. When the girls entered High School, they drifted apart a bit, Tiffany became a cheerleader and did a lot of other activities, Onyx took a part-time job so that she could afford to go to University. They stayed in touch, but before either realized it, it had been nearly 2 years since they'd seen each other. Graduation was upon them and both girls realized if they didn't do something about it now, they would drift further apart. Neither of them wanted that, they wanted to put things back the way they had been. Onyx reached out to her friend and asked what University she would be attending. Naturally, Tiffany would be going to Hudson, as her family tended to spend piles of money there with various endowments. Many of her relatives were Alumni or chaired various committees. As for Onyx, she had earned herself a scholarship. "What do you think Tiff, should we find ourselves a place nearby and actually move out on our own?" Onyx suggested. "I'd love that Onyx sweetie, I really would, but you know my family ... they'd never give me the money if I moved in with you." Tiffany sighed. "So what? Get a part-time job and earn the money yourself," Onyx suggested. She knew the fatal flaw in that theory the moment she said it. "Doing what? In case you've forgotten, I've never had to work a day in my life. Unless someone wants to pay me to go shopping with them, I'm kinda fucked," Tiffany sighed. "Not necessarily," Onyx told her. "What about your Grandma Peterson?" Tiffany brightened at that thought. Her Grandmother on her mother's side, while wealthy in her own right, had worked hard with her husband to earn the money and didn't buy into the snobbery of her daughter and son. Onyx had figured it out once again ... if Tiffany reached out to her Grandma, she more than likely would be willing to help. Once again, by working as a team with her best friend, they had figured out a plan. After hanging up the phone from her conversation, Tiffany got dressed and went to visit her Grandma. Bella was always glad to see her granddaughter, who kept in touch because she genuinely cared about her, not because it was an obligation or because she had money. Tiffany was honest with her Grandma, telling her the reason for her visit. "I want to go to University Grandma, but I don't want to live at home any more. I'll be 19 in a few months and I want to live on my own without doing everything my parents want. My best friend and I want to get an apartment together. Can you help? I'll try to figure out a way to repay you, Onyx will help me ... she's really smart." "That's the black girl you parents disapprove of so much, correct?" Tiffany nodded and Bella shook her head. "I honestly don't understand their snobbery in today's day and age. I didn't raise my daughter to be like that ... I blame your father, sorry dear. Of course I'll help and don't you even think of paying it back. You do that by getting good grades and being a good person and making me proud, do you hear?" Tiffany hugged her grandmother tightly; Bella had once again shown why she was Tiffany's favorite relative. She called Onyx that night and they met the next day for breakfast and went apartment hunting. They hugged and cried, happy to see each other after their long separation. It didn't take them long to find an apartment, not long at all. One of Onyx's friends knew a place and it was gorgeous, a huge loft with a skylight, two bedrooms, a huge living area and kitchen. It was a bit more than Onyx thought she could manage, but now it was Tiffany's turn to save the day. Her Grandmother had given her almost enough money to manage the rent on her own. "You put in for the utilities and some of the food and do most of the cooking and we'll call it even," Tiffany told her friend as the landlord waited for their answer. "Fair trade?" "Yep, just like always," Onyx said, hugging Tiffany. They signed the lease and the deed was done. Onyx's parents weren't too thrilled she was leaving and taking some of the extra income with her, she was fairly certain Tiffany's parents would be equally angry. She underestimated them by 1000%. When the girls met for coffee on Saturday to discuss their moving plans, Onyx saw it in Tiffany's face. "The fuckers, they threatened to disinherit me, can you believe it?" Tiffany said, tearing up even though absolutely furious. "I told them to go fuck themselves, that I didn't need their money, I had Grandma's support. I called her to tell her and she sent me another 10 thousand and told me whatever I need, ask for it. You know what she said? She said it's only money and what good is it if you're not happy?" Tiffany sighed. "I wish the rest of my family was cool like her." "Sorry babe, I know what you mean. I wish my family weren't such trash at times, I love them, but they seem content to just ... settle. I want more out of life, you know?" Onyx smiled as she sipped her coffee. "Let's finish our coffees and go and hire ourselves a Mover, I doubt your family or mine will be much help." They spent a few days arranging their move, Onyx had gone and bought some very good used furniture for their new place and Tiffany was bringing most of her own furniture from home. At first, her parents weren't going to let her have it, but she vowed to make a stink that would certainly land them in the newspapers, so they relented. After that, the move went smoothly and the two girls got settled and started their time in University, happy to be together and support each other like they always had. "I HATE my Classical Literature class," Tiffany told Onyx late one evening. "Going to help me study?" "Always," Onyx answered, handing her roommate a much-needed cup of coffee. "You can help me with my Drama class." "I hope we're not going to spend ALL of our time at University studying," Tiffany sighed. "What's the point in having our own place if we don't enjoy it? You know that we haven't been out once since we moved in here? I wouldn't mind going to a club and meeting some cute guys, you know?" Onyx smiled and as always, her entire face lit up when she did. "I wouldn't mind going out, but as you may remember, I suck at dancing and Tiffany Taylor, don't you DARE make a joke about my people are supposed to have rhythm." Tiffany nearly choked on her coffee, she laughed so hard. She hugged her best friend and told her that she'd teach her how to dance. They began the lessons that night and in a few weeks, Onyx could move well enough to hold her own on a dance floor. They went to a few clubs and Tiffany flirted with some very attractive men, although Onyx seemed to keep to herself, not dancing much and just watching the activity and having a few drinks. They arrived home and Tiffany was giggly, although relatively sober. "Wow, were there some cute guys there. Not that I'd know a lot about what to do if I met one, you know? I didn't exactly get a chance to be very ... social ... when I lived with the folks. Hey, maybe you can give me some pointers about guys and sex, you know, a trade for my helping teach you how to dance." Onyx gave her friend a small smile. "Sorry hon, not this time. Afraid I can't teach you very much about guys." Tiffany's blue eyes opened wide. "Wow, really? I can understand it with me and my over-protective snobby family, but are you telling me that you're a virgin?" Onyx shook her head. "No. Only that I can't teach you very much about guys." It took a minute or so to sink in, then Tiffany's mouth opened as wide as her eyes. "Holy Shit! Are you telling me that you're ...?" "Gay? A lesbian? Yes." Onyx answered honestly. "Christ, I had no idea you were sexually attracted to women. Why didn't you ever tell me?" Tiffany wanted to know. "We didn't see each other for a few years and I only figured it out myself a few years back. I dated in High School, but boys never did it for me. I had a few girlfriends who were `out' and we talked and ultimately, more than talked. It was right for me and I've never had any regrets," Onyx confessed. "Okay, so why didn't you tell me? You're my closest friend; you know that I wouldn't have judged you." Tiffany told her. For the first time since their conversation had started, Onyx wasn't looking directly at her roommate. She was looking around the room and had a nervous expression on her face, like she was doing anything but talking to her oldest and dearest friend. When she did turn around and face the statuesque blonde, there was a nervous expression on her face that Tiffany had never seen before. "I didn't tell you because when we started seeing each other again, I began realizing something. We've been close since childhood and we've always been together. I began to think that maybe it was meant to be that way. That maybe, all those years ago without realizing it, I met my soul-mate. In the last few months, I've become convinced of it. I think that we're meant to be together forever and I thought that if I told you that, I might just lose you forever and I don't think I could bear that." Tiffany could hear the anguish in her friend's voice and she came up behind her and hugged her until she stopped crying. "You're an idiot," Tiffany giggled as she hugged Onyx again. "Oh, that's supposed to make me feel better?" Onyx sniffed. "No, THIS is," Tiffany spun her around. "We've been together for 14 years and we've always fought like hell to stay together, despite the odds. Do you honestly think I'd let something like this stand in the way of our friendship? I can't say that I share the same passions that YOU do, but I can't honestly say that I don't have feelings for you. I've never allowed myself to think that way. Until now." Tiffany's hand reached out and grazed Onyx's beautiful, exotic face. "I can't deny you're beautiful and that I'm confused at the moment. Onyx, are you willing to give me some time? To see if the depths of my feeling might match your own?" Onyx grinned. "Tiff, for you, I'd wait forever. I'm glad we're not going to split up over this." "Nothing's been able to come between us so far, this is just another bump in the road, we'll get around it," Tiffany smiled as she went into the fridge and got out a bottle of wine. "We'll just talk and spend time together and let nature take its course, all right?" Onyx nodded her head and hoped that it would come to pass. Over the next number of days, she relaxed a bit. She let herself flirt a bit with her friend and became more comfortable just wearing her underwear in the confines of their apartment. Onyx spent her money on good-quality lingerie, the lovers that had shared her bed noticed. She was sure she'd seen Tiffany check her out a few times as well and thought she just might be noticing as well. She was right. One night, they'd had a bottle of wine between them and emboldened and tired of the uncertainty that was between them, Tiffany leaned over and kissed her. It was as if a dam had burst, because they were in each other's arms and the kisses became heated, needy and very sensual. "You're absolutely sure you want this?" Onyx asked as she broke their embrace. "Stop being so fucking noble and take me to bed and do it to me!" Tiffany groaned. "I'm so fucking horny, I can't wait any longer! I have to have you; it's all I can think about!" "All right baby, let's go into my room and Mama will show you all the naughty tricks she's learned," Onyx grinned. She padded into her room on bare feet and stretched out on her bed, her dark body stunning against the crisp white sheets. She adjusted herself to show off her best feature, her long legs. "What do you think, Tiff? Am I beautiful?" Onyx teased. "God yes, you're a fucking sexy creature. Ever since you told me about yourself, you've put all these thoughts into my head and I can't get them out!" Tiffany panted as she removed her skirt and blouse. "We'll get them out baby, I have my ways," Onyx grinned suggestively. Once Tiffany joined her on the bed, she resumed her seduction. Her full lips sought Tiffany's and she ran her slender fingers through Tiffany's long, blonde tresses. Tiffany was a good kisser and offered no resistance, once she had made her decision, she was going at it full force. "You're turning me on so much," Tiffany sighed, running her hand across Onyx's dark body, her fingers running through Onyx's close-cropped dark hair. "You're such a fucking sexy black bitch." "It's all for you baby, all for my sexy, naughty blonde baby," Onyx sighed as she felt her girlfriend's hands removing the tiny wisps of lingerie she had worn. Without instruction, Tiffany began to maul and fondle Onyx's 34-C tits and bite the nipples. Onyx groaned in delight. "I've been wanting to do that all week, lezzie slut!" Tiffany purred, teasing her lover. "You wanted me in your bed, you sure that you can handle me?" Tiffany's erotic ferocity pleased her lover and Onyx nodded as Tiffany crushed her lips against her own. She groaned again as Tiffany licked down her body and then moved away. "You've got more experience babe, so show me what you can do. Eat my pussy ... lick my cunt and make me cum, God, I need it so fucking badly!" Tiffany groaned again. "Whatever my baby wants," Onyx moaned. She quickly went to work showing Tiffany how well she could please another woman. Tiffany's 34-D tits were so big and full, she had dreamed of them for months and now they were hers to play with. She buried her face between the huge orbs and played, sucking her candy-pink nipples and then stroking her lover's flesh as she kissed downward. Nothing stopped her from eating pussy and Tiffany had shaved her cunt bald ... how fucking sexy! Onyx began to eat her eagerly and wasn't surprised by how delicious Tiffany was -- she had expected nothing less. "Oh damn baby, you keep that up, keep it fucking UP!" Tiffany screeched as she arched her hips up. Onyx held her up and ate her until she came and then helped her back down again. "I'm sure I made the right choice," Tiffany sighed. "I have never cum like that with a guy; you really knew what you were doing. I doubt that I'm going to be that good, but I want to try my best, 'kay?" Onyx nodded and let Tiffany try her best ... and her best was fucking incredible. It seemed like the love they had shared all these years was now emerging sexually as well, she didn't miss a spot on Onyx's body and soon the slender black girl was unable to hold still under her girlfriend's oral assault. The long-held passion that Onyx had felt for Tiffany had gone from a slow simmer to boil. "There's more to two-girl sex than that, isn't there?" Tiffany sighed, snuggling close to her new lover. The contrast between her blonde, tanned body against Onyx's ebony beauty was very sensual, erotic. "Yes. Some women like toys, although being gay; I'm not much into them myself. If you ever want to fuck me baby, just ask ... I'd do it for you. Or TO you, if you want. There are other positions and of course, nothing is hotter than `69' when you have two sexy sluts like us," Onyx grinned, flashing her whitest smile. "I want to try everything with you, my beautiful darling," Tiffany smiled, her beautiful eyes looking directly into Onyx's. "My heart absolutely melts when you look at me like that way, baby," Onyx sighed. "I hope you're still looking at me that way for years to come." "I will be, I'm sure of it," Tiffany told her. "Meanwhile, you mentioned something about `69'? I don't know a lot about sex, but I know what that is and I want to try it. Get your ass over here and make me see stars!" "Yes darling, of course!" Onyx said, thrilled to have her fantasy come true. She went after Tiffany with every trick in her sexual arsenal and Tiffany didn't just see stars as Onyx licked her, she saw entire Galaxies. For the first year living together, Onyx and Tiffany decided to keep their relationship light and casual and to date other people. Onyx had a few regular lovers, including an Asian girl both knew from High School that Tiffany would never have suspected was a lover of women. Gorgeous, Asian Natasha smiled at Tiffany as she and Onyx left for dinner and Tiffany found herself distracted on her date. Bryce was a good enough fuck but the fleeting images of Natasha and Onyx rolling around in bed made her hornier and hornier. She was absolutely delighted to find Onyx and Natasha semi-naked on the couch when she got home. The twosome was just slightly tipsy enough to suggest a threesome and Tiffany was more than horny enough to accept. Natasha was a very naughty, kinky young lady and the trio spent hours pleasuring each other. Tiffany was fascinated by Natasha's big, golden tits and all the sexy outfits she had brought with her. She loved dressing up for bed games, which Tiffany found very sexy. Her favorite was Natasha's long, black leather "fuck me" boots. "I'm buying us both a pair," Tiffany told Onyx after Natasha had left. The two friends-turned-lovers remained happy and both girls were still doing well in their studies. Bella, proud of her granddaughter, sent her a check for 50 thousand. Onyx nearly fainted when she saw all the zeroes. "Get used to it baby, you're living with a rich bitch!" Tiffany laughed. In their 2nd year living together, Tiffany told Onyx she wanted them to be a regular couple. "I don't mind if you have an occasional other playmate and I might ... might ... want to feel a hard cock every once in a while, although you sure can fuck a girl well enough with that strap-on of yours. But I want us to make some kind of commitment, because I don't ever intend to lose you again." Ebony & Ivory Onyx nodded and took Tiffany's face in her hands and kissed her, both girls were nearly sobbing as they kissed sweetly. They went shopping for Commitment Rings the next day, both happy that their lives had led them in this direction. They traded vows in bed that night and made soft love. Holding each other, both knew their mutual love would continue for the rest of their lives. Ebony and Ivory I had met Chris in one of my classes while attending a local university. We'd immediately hit it off, pairing up as we'd been given an assignment and needed to do research on a study paper together. Chris was fair skinned with short dark hair closely cropped above her ears. She reminded me to some extent of an Elf with her thin features, large blue-green eyes, and a smile that could melt butter. And though I had as yet to see them, Chris likewise had what appeared to be nicely shaped breasts, occasionally wearing something that would hint at their fullness. Once in a while, even wearing a tee shirt that looked like it had been painted on, even more clearly defining them. That, and what I unfortunately rarely saw as being two very hard thick nipples. Occasionally I got a brief glimpse at them when we'd come in to the much cooler air of her apartment or the grocery store after having spent any time in the heat outside. Like I said, it was a rarity however as Chris always seemed to sense when her "high beams" were on, and either quickly tossed on another shirt, or somehow magically willed them to go back to their normal state. The second time I had come over to her apartment I had met her roommate Michelle. Michelle was a tall very attractive Afro-American, with long beautiful dark hair that fell nearly all the way down to her tight firm ass. Nearly as tall as I was at six feet, she had a vivacious personality. And not that Chris didn't, but Chris was far more shy and reserved about showing herself off. Michelle was completely the opposite, which Chris had even warned me about the second time I'd come over, knowing that she'd most likely be there when I did. "Don't be too surprised if Michelle's running around the apartment half-naked," Chris told me. "She always does. Trying to keep clothes on her is like eating popcorn without butter." I laughed it off, trying to imagine that but couldn't. And I figured even if she was, the moment Chris and I entered, she'd make some sort of a bee-line for her room, or at the worst toss a tee shirt on over herself or something the moment she realized Chris had brought home some company. It was our intent to order in pizza, finish up some research we had planned doing that evening, and then settle down to watch a movie together before it was time to kick me out and send me home. In the month we'd been dating, Chris had allowed me a few brief moments of light petting in the front seat of my car. But I'd not yet even seen her breasts, let alone felt her soft skin directly. So far the closest I'd been to that was caressing her braless breasts through one of those painted on tee shirts of hers. But up until now, that had been as far as anything had gone. Needless to say, it was my hope with us snuggled up on the couch together that we might in fact take it to the next level. Or at the very least, letting me at least touch them beneath her tee shirt if nothing else. When we entered her apartment and as I was soon introduced to Michelle, I wasn't at all prepared for the way it came about. Chris had spoken literally, and if I thought she'd been exaggerating at all, I was sadly, though excitedly mistaken. Michelle was standing at the kitchen sink washing a few dishes as we entered, the counter top just high enough to block the view of her from the waist down. But it was the appearance of everything from the waist up that took me by surprise. She turned, smiling when she saw us enter. She quickly wiped her hands off on a kitchen towel, turning towards me and extended her hand over the counter. It was everything I could do to keep my eyes on her face rather than where they wanted to be. And though I tried to maintain eye contact with her, I was well aware of the twin globes so openly displayed with two very large, very round dark nipples staring back at me. "You must be Mat," she said. "Chris has been talking about you non-stop lately!" "I have not!" Chris retorted, blushing as she did. Then much to my surprise, almost like sister's they were teasing one another, arguing, with Chris going so far as to push Michelle only slightly. But that action triggered another, and suddenly Chris was squealing off in a dead run across the room with Michelle right behind her. Which is when I realized, Michelle wasn't just topless, she was entirely nude! When Michelle caught her, she wrapped her arms around Chris's waist and threw her down onto the couch like she was a rag doll. Obviously stronger, Michelle then pinned her there, sitting on top of her with her arms now held well over her head. Chris made some effort at trying to dislodge her, but it was obvious she wasn't about to. But even more surprisingly, as Michelle kept after her to say "Uncle", Chris adamantly refused. She wasn't going anywhere, that was obvious, but she wasn't about to give up either. I was once again stunned when Chris made a half-hearted effort to lean up, even pinned as she was and act like she was about to bite one of Michelle's breasts as her tit hovered only inches away from Chris's mouth. All that did was cause Michelle to bounce up and down on her. Though maintaining her grip on Chris's arms keeping them pinned, ensuring Chris couldn't sit up far enough to carry through with her threat. Seeing this, watching as Michelle sat there bouncing up and down on Chris as the two giggled wildly, was interesting enough. But the best part for me, was standing there watching her as she did. Watching as her pear-shaped breasts with two very erotic twin dark nipples capping each, bounced wildly up and down simultaneously, and the totally bare lips of Michelle's pussy actually coming into view as I stood there wide-eyed, mouth open looking at the two of them. "Ok! Ok! I give!" Chris eventually cried out, finally giving in. Only then did Michelle actually let her back up, once again looking over towards me smiling. "She never does win either!" Michelle added, which nearly caused the two of them to start things up all over again as Chris stood, and made like she was about to take a swing at her. "Go ahead, try it...and you'll be standing there just as naked as I am in front of your boyfriend," Michelle threatened quite seriously. Which ended any further challenges. It was certainly a novel way of meeting her roommate, though we soon after popped a couple of beers open, ordered the pizza, and then settled down at the kitchen table to actually start doing the research I'd come over to do. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Michelle head down the hall to what I figured must have been their bedrooms. I'd expected to see her return, no doubt wearing clothes when she did, but if I'd expected her to do that simply because I happened to be there, I was dead wrong. Michelle came out a few minutes later carrying a book, and promptly sat down at the table joining us, still nude and began reading as Chris and I worked. Even when the pizza guy showed up, Michelle made no effort to cover herself or do anything but sit there looking sexy as hell, smiling, as I paid for the pizza while the guy at the door stood gawking at her with his tongue hanging out. "You really are incorrigible, you know that?" Chris teased, but it was obvious Michelle got quite a kick out of seeing the poor guys face as he nervously stood there as I took the pizzas from him and then counted out his money. I could have paid him in monopoly money for all he knew as his eyes never once left Michelle's bare chest. "In case you didn't know it by now, Michelle's quite an exhibitionist," she said unnecessarily. Something I had already figured out for myself. "Is that why the two of you get along so well together?" I asked. "Huh? What do you mean?" Chris asked curiously. "You know...they say that opposites attract. Michelle is obviously very uninhibited, and you're much more shy and reserved." "You just don't know me all that well yet," Chris said defending herself, though Michelle tended to agree with me in having said that. "No...he's right Chris," Michelle said teasingly. "Hell, you still wear pajamas to bed!" "Well...I'm not...inhibited," Chris replied pouting, though her mood had suddenly changed too, which surprised me. "I'm just not as trusting as you are," she said simply. It was obvious in that simple exchange that the night was over. Chris made some comment about needing to go to bed early, and that was that. Even weirder was the quick peck on the cheek for a kiss, and then watching her disappear down the hallway towards her bedroom even before I had gathered up my belongings and made ready to leave. "Don't worry, she'll be fine," Michelle told me as she actually walked over with me towards the door, though the sight of her naked still bothered me...in both a good and a bad way. "She still has a few issues." "Issues? Like what?" "Well, she has trust issues. Her last boyfriend really fucked her up, so she's a bit less trusting than she once was." Looking at Michelle I could see why, though I didn't say anything. "Don't worry, she'll come around," Michelle added, but then she leaned over kissing me on the cheek as my hand reached for the doorknob in order to let myself out. I felt the light brief brush of one of her soft full breasts against my arm as she did, though I hurriedly opened the door stepping out before I spun around grabbing one of them, which I was half tempted to do. "Night!" I said already taking the steps. "Night Mat," Michelle called out to me, "Nice to have met you!" I turned, Michelle stood in the door, uncaring if anyone might happen to drive by and see her standing there like that. She waved, blew me a kiss, and then stepped back inside closing the door. ** Chris was back to her old familiar self during our class the next day. "Do me a favor?" "Sure what?" "I have to work tonight," she informed me, which I already knew. "But I really don't feel like carting all my books off to work with me. Would you mind dropping them off at the apartment?" "Of course not," I said honestly. "I can do that just as soon as I drop by my place and let the dog out. After that, I'll swing by and drop everything off." "Thank you," she told me, but then did the sort of batting the eyelashes thing, though it was the same trick with her pursed lips as though promising magic in offering a special kiss, which she didn't quite give. "And...?" "And what?" I asked, knowing she was after me to do something. "And, would you mind finishing up what we didn't finish up last night? Otherwise, I'll be far too behind, and then we won't have any time at all for ourselves tomorrow night when you come over either. I promise Mat...I'll make things up to you." I sighed, giving in. "Ok, sure...what the hell," but then I thought about Michelle. "What about Michelle?" I asked. "Will she be there," or will she be at work too?" I asked. "No, she doesn't work until tomorrow night," Chris replied. "Which is why like I said...I'll make things up to you then for doing this for me." My question had had another reason behind it, though I didn't elaborate. My concern was...I'd be there alone with Michelle. Naked Michelle, and if there were issues, and if Michelle had had anything to do with those, it could make for a very uncomfortable evening. Against my better judgment perhaps, I headed over to the girls apartment after I had let the dog out for a bit. Michelle met me at the door, still naked as they day she was born, though she let me in with no more than a friendly smile as I busied myself at the table. Michelle sat in the small sized living room for a while listening to music through her headphones while I worked on our assignment. I had just about managed to forget she was even there, until she stood, swaying and dancing seductively to the music, which I could just barely hear as she stood there a few feet away from me. Just watching her was mesmerizing, her beautiful well-toned ebony body moving back and forth so gracefully to the beat of the music was erotic as hell. And when I felt my cock suddenly harden, I realized I'd been sitting there watching her for several long minutes as opposed to doing the work I'd come over to do. At some point she glanced over, saw me and smiled. She reached up taking off her headphones and passed by me on her way into the kitchen area. "Want a beer?" she asked opening the fridge. I was certainly ready for one, my mouth was dry. "Sure...you bet!" I told her. I heard her pop the tops on two, and then she walked over standing beside me. I looked up accepting the beer she offered as she held the other cold one between her breasts. Her nipples rock hard and winking at me. "Nothing better than a nice cold beer," she said. "Don't you think?" I didn't know how to answer that, certainly not the way I was thinking at the moment. So I didn't, taking a sip of my beer instead, as she did. But that merely focused my attention on the totally bare pussy that was just across from me. Her lips once again swollen, slightly parted as she stood there. I half wondered if she knew just how revealed she appeared to me, lips that I so wanted to taste at the moment, sitting there envisioning myself sucking that hard clit, which I could honestly and very easily see. I could see myself drawing her over towards me, tonguing her split as she stood there, slipping my fingers inside what I knew had to be a very wet, very juicy, very delicious tasting cunt. She spoke, waking me from my fugue, and knocking some sense back into me when she did. "Well, don't let me interrupt you," she stated and then turned heading back into the living room where she again sat down in her chair, though at the angle I was in, I could still easily see her. Especially as she suddenly dangled one leg over the arm of the chair, picking up a book to read, which had been the same one she'd been reading the night before. "The Story of O!" "Fuck!" I thought to myself, tearing my eyes away and back to what I'd been working on though it took me a while to get into it again. By the time I had actually finished, I had just managed to put Michelle out of my thoughts, sitting up, finishing my beer as I did, looking over towards her. I nearly fell over. Michelle's hand was down between her legs, she was still reading, but her fingers were almost nonchalantly diddling herself as she sat there. I wasn't honestly sure if she was actually masturbating, or that it was just a natural habit, something she didn't even realize she was doing, especially with me there. But regardless of whichever one that it was...she was. Her fingers were indeed toying with her split, and though she wasn't sitting there driving them in and out of herself, just the fact she was even touching herself there was a little disconcerting for me, especially as I now sat there with another full blown erection just watching her. When she began caressing her own breasts however, and began playing with those, I knew it was time to leave. I hurriedly began gathering my things together, though noticing that Michelle had finally gotten up and disappeared down the hallway heading towards her bedroom. I figured that maybe, hopefully, she either had to pee...or was going to privately get herself off out of my view. Either way, I was on my way out the door before anything could happen. And with a very hard dick tempting me to cave in, there was no doubt in my mind that sticking around was only going to cause me trouble. "Mat?" I had nearly made it to the door, and nearly left anyway when I heard Michelle calling my name. "Yeah?" "Could you help me for a second?" she asked, "If you're not still working," she added. "I was just getting ready to leave, I'm all finished here," I yelled back, though I had taken a few steps into the living room to call down the hall at her so she could hear me better. "What is it you need?" I asked. "Please?" Came the one word reply, without any further explanation as to what it was. Maybe I should have known better, but I was trying to give her some reasonable doubt that her intentions were anything but obvious to me. "Where?" "In here...my bedroom," she called out once again. "I need you to help me with something." Tentatively I headed down the hallway, figuring easily which one of two bedrooms was most likely hers. The one with the door open was my first guess, as it also had a dim light on, which should have been my first other clue as to what to expect when I got there. I entered, and sure enough, my worst nightmare lay on the bed looking up at me. Michelle lay on her bed spread-eagle, a vibrator at the moment busily whirring away inside her pussy as she lay there smiling, looking at me as I came in. She giggled. "See? I told you...I needed your help. This just isn't cutting it at the moment. What I really need is that nice hard fucking cock of yours!" Believe me, I was tempted. The sight of her lying there like that was almost too good to pass up. But I also knew...I had to. If I truly cared anything at all for Chris, which I did, then the only good thing I could do was say thanks...but no thanks, and then turn around and leave. "Michelle? I will say this. I am tempted as hell, just so you know that. You're beautiful, you're sexy, and you're certainly uninhibited. And even though Chris hasn't let me do much of anything with her, I'm not about to stab her in the back either. I care for her. And from what you told me yesterday with her having issues, I can't help but wonder under the circumstances, if you're the reason for that." I couldn't believe I'd just said that, especially by the way she lay there on the bed looking at me as though I'd slapped her in the face, and then she smiled, which really confused the hell out of me, but I wasn't about to stand there any longer either. So I turned heading back out into the living room grabbing my stuff even as she called out my name. Though suddenly, it registered. It wasn't Michelle's voice calling out to me...but Chris's! "What the fuck?" I said turning, and saw Chris standing there in the hallway. She was nude. The first time I had ever seen her naked was weird enough, but that she had obviously been there the entire time, told me it was a set up. "I don't blame you if you're mad and turn and walk out and never come back," she said simply. "But I had to know." Michelle had walked up and now stood behind her. Seeing them together like that, ebony and ivory so to speak was to be perfectly honest, very erotic looking. But at the moment, I was standing there with a half-wilted erection, totally confused, a little pissed, and still a bit horny. It was an interesting combination of emotions to sit there and try and sort out. "You had to know if I would be so easily seduced and decide to fuck Michelle?" She nodded her head. "So like, that's what happened last time?" I asked. "Not quite," Michelle answered for her, stepping around her. "I am who I am...and so is Chris. We always have been. And we've always trusted one another implicitly. What you see now...is the Chris I've always known. She's every bit as much the exhibionist that I am, and...yes in case you're wondering, we've occasionally been lovers, but never when there's someone else involved with us that might not accept that. Just so you know. But...the last time, Chris's then boyfriend did constantly come on to me whenever she wasn't around. And that hurt her, because I wasn't about to lie to her, and told her he had. After that, we both agreed that should either one of us start caring about anyone else ever again, that we'd first find out just how far, and how much we could trust them, before anything really happened. That's why all you've gotten so far was a little titty fondling and nothing else. She needed to know first. And so now...she does. And if that upsets you, we understand, but that's just the way it is. At the moment, you're neither one of you all that involved that you can't just walk away and call it even. Basically at this point...it's up to you." Ebony and Ivory I was still a bit flabbergasted by all of this. I'd been tested...proven true, but the fact of the matter was, I still felt like I'd been set up. Which obviously I had. But was it something that warranted my own stupid foolish pride in getting in the way? After all...what had actually happened? Nothing really. "So...now what?" I said foolishly. "I mean...you both then...?" They looked at one another grinning, then back towards me. "Spend most if not all of the time running around the apartment naked yes," Chris said. "And...we enjoy being with one another too, but...we're also willing to make concessions with regards to that if you're not ok with it." I had to think about that, not sure really quite how to take it. "So if I say I'm ok with knowing you two are fooling around together whenever I'm not with Chris, then you most likely will continue to do so then yes?" Once again they looked at one another, though each of them gave one another a slightly confused look. Suddenly Michelle laughed as though she understood what had been left out. "Oh...I see why you're confused," she began. "What we also meant by that, is that we...us...together, and you! Which we're both fine with every once in a while...as long as you are! But always as long as you're not trying to get to me behind Chris's back. That's something else entirely," Michelle clarified. "So...if you're good with that." I looked over towards Chris, she was again smiling, and then held her hand out. "So...you wanna?" I was as naked as the two of them were in less than five seconds time. ** Though all horny stiff, I had followed them into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed just watching them. After having prompted them both to go ahead and do so of course. It was like watching poetry in motion. That, and the obvious contrast between them, the dark flesh of one, pressing against the much lighter flesh of the other. The two of them kissing, fondling, touching and soon meshing their very wet cunts together was within a very short time more than I could take. Though they both seemed to sense that simultaneously, inviting me to come up and lay between them. When they both then began to mouth me, sucking and licking me together, I knew then I had made the wisest choice possible, almost proud of myself for having done so. Walking away from certainty, facing uncertainty, and now without any doubt whatsoever, about to embark on the most amazing experience of my life. Even as I poured out jettison after hard felt jettison of spunk which they milked out of my very aroused cock, sharing it, and giggling much like they had done the day I had met them. I still couldn't help but sit there and think how close I had come to loosing it all. I guess the moral of the story here is, a cock in the bush isn't as good as two bushes on the cock. Or something like that anyway. Ebony and Ivory She was sent to me by her Master for training. All I knew about her was that she was feisty and a brat, a hard one to tame as he put it. As I waited for her arrival, I went about cleaning the playroom and rearranging the items I had laid out for my use. The sound of the door bell rang as I finished in the room. She was instructed to be on time and she failed by being thirty minutes late. Strike one, I thought as I opened the door. Seeing her dressed in a baggy t-shirt with grey sweat pants was strike two. Her Master had instructed her to wear sexy clothes that accentuated her body. Her ebony skin was hidden by what she chose to wear. She was defiant in disregarding her Master's orders and now I knew why she was sent to me. The worst part was noticing that she was chewing gum and making those irritating popping noises with her tongue. "Are you the one I was sent to meet?" she asked as another pop of her gum hit my ears. "Get rid off that gum now, before you enter my house," I commanded. Seeing the fire in her chocolate eyes as her fingers reached up towards her mouth to remove the gum, I told her, "Swallow that gum, bitch!" "I am not swallowing my gum and you cannot make me do it!" she hissed as her mouth opened and spat the gum onto the front step. The strike of my open palm against her left breast made her jump, "Ouch that hurt, you ass!" The second blow landed harder on her left breast and I saw her wince from the pain. But the fire in her eyes gave her away. She did this on purpose to see how far she could push the issue. "Get on your knees and pick that gum up off the step, bitch. Do it now!" I growled. Slowly she sank to her knees and reached for the gum with her fingers. "No, you will use your tongue to lick it off the step and swallow the gum!" I growled louder. Lowering her head down to the step, she looked up into my eyes as she opened her mouth letting her tongue lick her lips. Slowly she lowered her head down to the step and I saw her tongue pick up the gum from the ground. Hearing her swallow the gum she raised her head up and opened her mouth showing me it was empty. The fire in her eyes was deeper as she started to stand up. "Did I tell you could stand up, bitch? Stay on your knees until I tell you to get up!" I growled. "No Sir, you did not," she whispered. "Now, since you did not dress as you were told to, I am closing this door and when I do you are to stand up and remove all your clothes. There is a trash can by the garage door and you will throw all your clothes in it. You will ring the bell again and greet me as a slave should greet her Master." "I refuse to do that Sir! I will not remove my clothes in broad daylight and stand here naked until you open the door again!" she hissed between clenched teeth. Reaching down to her wavy hair, I grabbed a handful, pulling her head up, "You have no choice. Do as I command or I will rip off all your clothes right here in the middle of the yard and leave you exposed for all to see," I growled in her ear. "Yes, Sir," she said as she slowly rose up to her feet. Closing the door I could see her shadow through the frosted glass as she slowly undressed. I saw her remove her t-shirt and her hands slide the sweat pants down her legs. Her shadow disappeared from the glass as she threw her clothes in the trash can. On her return I heard the door bell ring again. Deciding to let her wait for a few minutes before I went back to open the door, I watched through the glass and noticed her head turning side to side as cars continued to pass by my house. Lucky for her I had the tall hedge row shielding her body from sight. As I approached the door I saw her hands go behind her back and her legs spread slightly. When I opened the door expecting to see her naked, I was surprised. There she stood in her slave pose wearing the most ugly bra and pair of granny panties I ever saw. Her eyes were staring right into mine and I saw the sly smile on her face. "You did not think I was going to get totally naked standing out here, did you?" she said in a defiant tone, the fire in her eyes burning deep. "That's it, bitch! I have had enough of your defiance!" I growled grabbing her by the hair and dragging her inside the house. "Release me! That hurts!" she screamed and tried to pull away from me. As I dragged her inside my leg kicked the door closed behind her. Her hands clutched my arm trying to make me release the grasp I had on her hair. She fought like a wildcat. She fell down to her knees to slow me down, but I just dragged her down the hallway and into the play room. Stopping in the center of the room I pulled her up to her feet by her hair. The scream from her mouth filled the room. Keeping a tight hold on her hair, I pulled her head back painfully. "You have exactly one minute to remove the remainder of your clothes!" I growled by her ear. "No!" she hissed. I left her standing in the center of the room walking towards the far wall. I felt her hot stare on my back as I reached for the three inch wide leather strap hanging on the wall. "Please Sir! I will strip completely as ordered. Please put the strap down! Please Sir!" she whined for mercy as I walked towards her. "Too late for that, bitch! You cannot follow commands!" I hissed by her ear. I saw her body shaking as I held the strap just under her nose, her deep intake of air as she inhaled the smell of the leather. Stepping away from her as she slowly raised her left arm up to the shoulder strap, I watched as she used the tips of her fingers to push the strap off her shoulder, letting it fall on her arm. I saw a glint in her eyes as she raised her right arm to the other strap, pushing it off her shoulder. A sly grin crossed her lips as she cupped her breasts in her hands giving them a jiggle. She was purposely teasing me to see how far I would let her go. With a sudden flick of my arm the leather strap lashed out to her thigh. Seeing her flinch as the blow struck her, her fingers tips pulled the top of her bra down exposing her breasts. I saw for the first time, her thirty-six D breasts. They sagged just a little but they were round and firm. Her hard nipples pointed out from her aureoles at least a half inch and took my breath away. Sliding and turning the garment around her waist, slowly she unhooked the clasp letting it hit the floor. "Like what you see?" she said as she lifted her breasts to her mouth, her tongue licking her hard nipples. I had enough of her actions swinging the strap right across her stomach. Her hands instantly covered her stomach as she yelped in pain. The next strike of the strap was right across the top of her left breast. "Take off those panties now!" I commanded as I raised the strap up for another swing. Her hands slowly slid down to the panties as she hooked the hem in her fingertips. Quickly she pushed them off her hips and down her coffee colored legs. Stepping out of one leg opening she kicked the panties towards me with her other foot. Her hands covered her smooth bare pussy. Walking around her body I let my hand drag across her skin. Touching her ass with my hand I felt her ass muscles tighten. Her sudden gasp and deep moan told me all I needed to know. I gave her a push with my hand as I ordered her over to the spanking bench. Her head turned towards me and I saw her fiery eyes change to a look full of lustful craving. She was a pain slave! The harder I pushed the more she liked it. She walked to the bench placing her hands on it spreading her legs wider. I saw the flick of her tongue over her lips as she bent over the bench. I took a deep breath at the site of her tight quivering ass, her moisture coating the inside of her thighs glistening on her ebony skin. Her coated puffy pussy lips begging me to run my hand up her wet slit. I felt my cock harden as I watched her squirm. Placing my hands on her shaking ass I heard the moan from her throat. I felt my cock strain against my zipper wanting to be released from its confinement. "Okay, asshole! You got your free feel now let me go!" she hissed. This bitch was tough, I heard the anger in her voice and saw her chocolate brown eyes harden her gaze up at me. "Asshole?" I growled adding, "You will call me Sir!" The anger welled up inside me. She was pushing the limits off my control. Without warning my hand slapped her ass hard and made her jump "You're a defiant little bitch, aren't you? Well we will see who wins this battle!" I growled back at her. Before she could protest, I rained down several hard smacks to her ass. I heard her screams as blow after blow struck her ass hard. But with each scream she pushed her ass back towards my hand. "Oh fuck, Sir! That hurts, please stop hitting me. I promise..." she was begging. Then she climaxed hard all of a sudden in mid sentence; her body shaking uncontrollably as the waves racked through her body. Stopping, I watched in amazement as she writhed on the bench. Her deep gasps for breath finally slowed down and her body relaxed as the final wave subsided. "Did I give you permission to cum, bitch?" I growled, "You will cum only on my command and not before. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir! Mercy, Sir!" she howled as I rained more hard slaps to her coffee colored ass. Her knees buckled from the blows I had rained down on her reddening ass. "Mercy? You want some mercy from me, bitch?" I growled. "Please Sir, no more Sir, I will obey all your commands. Please stop," she whined. Her legs were trembling and beads of sweat covered her back. Slowly my anger at her defiance subsided. My hand was sore from hitting her tight ass. After she regained some control of her sobbing she exclaimed, "Is that all you got, Sir? My little sister hits harder than that! You are not what my Master said you were. He said you were tough." Did I just hear what I thought I heard, "Is that all I got? My sister hits harder?" My anger came back at full rage, never, never ask a Dom, "Is that all you got!" My fists tightened into balls as I tried to quell the rage I had. Grabbing her by the hair, I yanked her back to her feet. Pulling her head back, I forced her to look into my eyes. "Your Master told me you are a dancer and whatever I do, not to mark your face. Let us see how well you can dance, bitch," I hissed. Dragging her back into the center of the playroom I ordered her to stand. Walking over to the wall where I had my restraints hung, I selected several lengths of rope. Her eyes followed my every step and when she saw the rope in my hands a sly smile crossed her lips. This bitch was pushing all the right buttons as I approached her. "What's the matter, Sir? You have to tie me up to control me? What am I...too stubborn for you?" she hissed. I had to break her once and for all, her tougher than me attitude was straining on my nerves and I needed to show her who was Master. Walking up to her with the ropes in my hand, I let a smile cross my face. I took her by the arms turning her around so her back was facing me. I pulled her elbows behind her back until they almost touched. Wrapping several coils just above the elbows, I cinched the rope tight. Her groans turned to moans as I took her wrists and placed several loops around them. I really did not need the wrist rope, but the white rope looked so good against her coffee colored skin. I watched as she tested the bonds on her arms, wriggling in the ropes. After a few attempts to free herself she lowered her head in resignation. Lowering my body to my knees I grasped one of her ankles wrapping a few coils around her ankle, spreading her legs about ten inches apart, I secured the other ankle. I tied her ankles in a hobble so she could move around a bit, but it also prevented her kicks, if she decided to lash out and try to kick me. Standing there she looked resigned to the fact that she had lost the edge she had by being bound. My cock was throbbing as I ran my hands down her arms feeling the rope against her skin. I felt her lean back into me as my hands reached her tender ass. I wanted to take her right now. My hard cock throbbing through my pants as it touched her ass. She slowly moved her hips when she felt my hardness against her. I had to back away from her as I fought the urge to bend her over and shove my cock deep inside her. Walking over the table that was by the wall I picked up the blindfold, her eyes grew wide as I lifted it up over her head and placed it over her eyes sending her into darkness. Stepping back away from her I noticed her swaying on her hobbled legs. I had just bought a new buggy whip and this was the first time I was going to use it. I had shortened the staff a bit so it could be used indoors. It had a three foot length of five braided strands of leather with the ends tied into a small knot. I found this at a tack shop a friend of mine suggested I go to. Testing it at the tack shop I had noticed that I could control the placement of each strike with pin point accuracy. Walking back to the table I picked up my new toy and flexed it through the air. The resounding cracking sound it made caused her to jump. "Please Sir, don't whip me. My Master does not whip me! Please don't," she whined. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as I swung the whip, finding its mark on her outer thigh. She howled in pain as the blow landed. Walking to her other side I swung again hitting her other thigh. I watched as she tried to step away, but her hobble prevented her. "Sir, No, pleaasse no," she whined louder. Since she was blindfolded and could not anticipate the next strike, I swung it across her right breast. I heard the scream from her mouth as the next strike hit her left breast. She was trying to move away from me but her hobbled ankles prevented that. Taking my time now, I slowly touched her face with my fingers. She snapped her head back thinking it was the whip. I took my time walking around her and striking several areas of her body with the whip, as she tried to move, attempting to avoid the strikes. Her deep pants made her chest heave as she took in gulps of air after each blow. Finally she could take no more as tears streamed down her face. "Mercy please! Sir...I beg you, no more!" she cried. Standing there with her chin on her chest, her crying slowly faded away. I noticed the sheen on her coffee colored thighs as her pussy juices flowed down them. Walking up to her, I placed my palm between her legs, and cupped her pussy. She was soaked and I heard the deep growl in her throat turning to a deep moan as I slipped a finger up her hot wet hole. She pushed her hips forward on my hand driving my finger deeper. Arching her back a bit she began to hump her pussy on my hand grinding my palm on her clit. I heard her breathing quicken as the movements of her hips got faster. I knew she was on the edge, so I pulled my hand away from her wanting pussy. "Please Sir, let me cum! I am sooo close!" she whined as she tried to push her hips searching for my hand. "I will let you cum when I say you can, bitch!" I hissed. I heard the faint reply from her lips, "Yes, Sir." She was still blindfolded and could not see my wet finger graze across my lips. The sweet taste of her nectar made my cock grow painfully hard in my pants. She stood in the center of the room trembling as I walked back to the table. Grasping the four clover clamps with chains attached, a bit harness, gag, wrist and ankle cuffs, I turned to her. "Do not move," I told her as I knelt down by her hobbled ankles and released the rope binding them. My nose inhaled the sweet musky aroma from her pussy. Spreading her legs wider as my hands slid up her shaking legs I couldn't help but notice the droplets of her juices on her outer lips. Grasping one of her puffy pussy lips in my fingers, I placed a clover clamp on it and pulled the chain tightening it on her pussy lip. She tensed her body as the chain dangled between her legs ending below her knee. Attaching the other clamp and chain to her other puffy pussy lip, I heard the low groan of, "Ohhh, god it hurts Sir," as a flood of her wetness gushed from her pussy drenching her thighs. My hands slowly dragged down her legs to her ankles, I took my time wrapping an ankle cuff around it and locking it tight. The click of the lock made her shudder as it snapped closed. Placing the other ankle cuff around her other ankle, I snapped the lock closed. Standing back up in front of her I saw her chest heaving and her hard pebbles throbbing. Slowly, I trailed my hands up her stomach to her coffee colored breasts. Cupping each one in my hands, I gave them a hard squeeze. She pushed her chest forward on my hands and moaned deep. I rubbed my fingers over her hard pebbles and grasped just below the base of her nipple to give it a hard twist. "Ohhhh damn that hurts," she groaned deep. Quickly applying the clover clamp to her nipple, I let the weight of the chain fall from my hand. "Oh shit, oh god that hurts," she wailed. Grasping her other nipple below the base, I twisted it harder as I applied the clamp and chain letting it fall. As the clamps weight tightened she jumped and all the clamps pulled on her tender areas at once, which only prompted another scream of agony from her lips. "Do not move. Is that understood?" I hissed. Nodding her head that she understood, I removed ropes holding her arms. I wrapped the leather cuffs around her wrists locking them. I grasped one of her wrists in my hand, raising it up to the chain hanging from her clover clamped nipple. I hooked the chain to the cuff and without realizing what she was doing she tried to lower her arm. A muffled scream came from her lips as the chain pulled on the clamp. I attached the other nipple chain to the other wrist cuff. This time she held her arms up. Removing her blindfold from her eyes I noticed the dampness from her tears. It took several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light of the room. As her eyes focused she saw the harness bit gag in my hand. Her eyes grew wide with terror. "Please Sir, I will be quiet! Do not gag me, please Sir, no!" she protested. Raising the harness up over her head and pulling the gag down to her mouth. "Open your mouth, bitch," I commanded. Clenching her mouth tight and shaking her head no! A smile crossed my lips as I reached for the chains on her clamped nipples and gave them a hard pull. "Fummmmppphhh," escaped her mouth as I shoved the bit between her teeth. Buckling the gag tight behind her head, I tightened the chin strap holding it in securely in her mouth. I heard her soft moan as my fingers grazed over her clamped rock hard pebbles. Dragging just the tips of my fingers down her stomach, I felt the slight tremble of her body. I kept my fingers moving slowly down her body to the top of her wet slit. Seeing her close her eyes, I felt her arch hips up to my probing fingers. The tips rubbed across the tip of her engorged clit. The deep groan of wanting escaped from behind the gag as I took her clit in my fingers. Pinching her clit hard, I saw her hands tighten in tight balls. Her wrists pulled on her chained pebbles and I heard the sharp intakes of air behind the gag. She was on the verge of exploding in a climax she desperately wanted. The jolt of pain from her pebbles went straight to her clit. Her pussy clenched as her juices flowed down her inner thighs. "Are you going to cum, slave?" I growled. Nodding her head yes, I growled, "Not yet slave, you haven't earned that pleasure yet." I released the grasp on her clit, and heard the groan of desperation from her. "Get on your knees now," I ordered her. Her eyes widened with terror as she slowly lowered her body on to her knees. Ebony and Ivory "Place your hands on the floor and keep that tight ass high in the air, slave," I commanded. Slowly leaning forward as not to pull on the nipple clamp chains, her palms rested on the floor and she raised her ass high. I saw her puffy pussy lips glistening as the flood of her wetness covered the clamps. Reaching down to her hot soaked pussy I could not resist running my finger tips up her hot slit, the moan I heard from her gagged mouth told me all I needed to hear. I shoved two fingers deep in her hot hole and curled them rubbing on her g-spot. She groaned in pleasure as I stroked her spot a few times. Her hips began to rock on my hand when I stopped and pulled them from her. She tried to lean back and the wrist chains pulled harshly on her abused nipples. The muffled scream escaped from her as she quickly leaned forward to take the strain off her clamped nipples. Reaching down between her legs. I took both chains from the pussy clamps. Pushing her ankles closer to her ass, I attached the chains to each ankle cuff. She tried to straighten up her body but the chains pulled on the clamps and I heard her sobbing through her gag. Her head hung low as I walked up in front of her. My cock was straining to be released from my pants. Standing with my hands on my hips, I told her, "Lift your head up, look at me! Keep that ass high, slave!" I saw her struggle to raise her ass as the chains pulled cruelly on her clamped pussy lips. The groan of pain in her throat as she raised her head up, her clamped nipples being stretched by the chains to her wrists. Hers eyes moistened with fresh tears. Slowly unbuttoning my shirt, her eyes following my fingers as I reached my belt buckle. I saw her eyes grow a little wider as she focused on the bulge in my pants. The fire in her eye's turned into a wanting lust full glare as I tugged on my zipper. A little drool escaped from her mouth as my cock sprang free from it confines and I saw her eyes focus on my hard cock. Grasping my rigid cock in my hand, I slowly stroked it. I saw the tip of her tongue try to slide under the bit gag as I rubbed the tip across her lips. A small drop of pre cum fell on the tip of her tongue and I heard her moan of desperation as I stood back up. Her eyes followed me as I picked up the cane from the table and her eyes closed tight. "Open those eyes and look at me!" I purposely startled her as I smacked the cane in my palm. Placing the tip of the cane between her breasts, I dragged the tip down the side of her breast so the tip was touching her clamped nipple and her involuntary flinch pulled harder on the clamp. A gasp escaped from her gagged mouth as I dragged the cane up her other breast. Lowering the tip halfway down between her breasts, I saw her bite down hard on the gag as I flicked the cane several times quickly on the sides of her breasts. Her ass started to lower down as the pain radiated up her breasts. "Keep that ass up, slave!" I growled as I suddenly swung the cane hard over her ass. The red stripe instantly appeared on her quivering ass. The cane landing again harder on her ass and I heard her muffled scream from the gag. Resting the shaft of the cane on her lower back, I saw her tense her shoulder and back muscles. I started to lightly tap the cane up her back just hard enough to keep her muscles tense. The swing of the cane striking between her shoulders made her collapse her arms and her head almost hit the floor. What sounded like a muffled, "Oh Goddd," escaped from her mouth, as I swung the cane hard across her ass, crossing over the other two red stripes and she quickly raised her body up. Standing by the side of her body, I tapped the cane lightly up her thigh placing the tip right on that sweet spot just at the fold of her ass and upper thigh. I began to tap the cane lightly on the fold of skin slowly increasing the strike each time. The last strike struck hard and she arched her back pulling on all the chains. Quickly going to her other thigh, I began to strike just as the same before. Her head shook from side to side from the sting of the cane as I worked it down the back of her thighs. Her muffled screams filled the room as a puddle began to form on the floor from her flowing pussy. Stopping for a brief moment so she could catch her breath, her chest heaved for air. Just as she started to regain her breathing, I swung the cane hard on the sole of her foot. She jerked her leg so hard that it ripped the clamp off her pussy lip. The scream of pure pain echoed from behind the gag. Giving her no time to recover, I swung the cane on the sole of her other foot. Her leg ripped the other clamp from her pussy. Quickly kneeling between her legs, I grasped her hips and pulled her hungry wet pussy up to my hard cock, shoving it deep and fast inside her hot tunnel. I felt her muscles clamp tightly around my cock as I reached my hand up grabbing a fistful of her hair. Pulling her head and back up, the clamps on her nipples pulled off hitting the floor. Her scream of agony mixed with pleasure as she thrust her ass back on my cock. Thrusting hard and fast she matched the pace I was setting. Her groans became more pronounced as I slammed into her harder. Her juices covered my cock with each thrust. I felt the spasms of her pussy rippling down my cock and I knew she was close as she gasped for breath through the gag. Her body was on the verge of orgasm and no matter how she tried to hold it back, it was starting to boil. Her stomach tightened and the sounds of her pleas for release came through her gagged mouth. I felt my balls tighten as the river of cum flowed up my shaft. "Cum slave, cum now!" I ordered as the surge of my hot cum flowed through my cock. I felt her clamp on my cock as the river of cum blasted deep inside her, bathing her insides with white hot cum. Her body went rigid as the wave washed over her and then she started to shake all over as the waves racked her harder. Wave after wave crashed through her and she could not support her self any longer and her arms let go as she collapsed onto the floor.Her quivering body lay on the floor as the tremors slowly subsided. My cock slid out of her soaking wet pussy. The flood of our combined juices flowed down to the floor. As she lay there, I reached up and unbuckled her gag, pulling it from her mouth. I heard the sharp intake of air fill her lungs. Her back heaved with the deep breathes she was taking, her inner thighs coated in our cum. Rubbing her wetness of my cock on her ass, I stood back up. Looking down on her prone body I saw she had passed out. Leaving her there, I went to the bathroom for a towel. Walking back in the room I saw her lift her head up, her eyes no longer had the defiant fire in them, now they were filled with a different gaze; a gaze that showed a new commitment to me as someone who totally owned her now. A Master that broke her defiance, but took her higher than anyone had before. "Get on your knees, slave. Hands behind your back. Move!" I commanded adding, "You will remain here until your Master arrives." Picking up my clothes off the floor, I turned to walk out. I saw in the mirror her eyes follow me out of the room. After I dressed, I had to call her Master to come over and pick her up. While I waited for him to arrive, I went back into the play room, she was still in her position as ordered. "Your Master will be here soon, slave," I told her. "Yes, Master," she said just above a whisper. Walking back out to the living room, I waited for his arrival. Ebony and Ivory People say beauty is more than skin deep, but that isn't entirely true. My wife of seventeen years has the most beautiful fair skin I've ever seen. It's not the main reason I love Jill, of course, but it's certainly one of them. She's never suffered from the blemishes and irregularities that most people get. She never wears makeup because she doesn't have to. A rose blush flushes her face and neck and a sprinkle of subtle freckles colors her nose and a bit of her cheeks. Like her skin, her hair is naturally beautiful, a deep brown with honey streaks. Most women pay hundreds of dollars a month for those kinds of highlights, but she was just born with it. She stands around five feet, seven inches, has plump breasts, strong legs, and deep brown eyes. She's beautiful. She's also fun. We enjoy a lot of the same things, especially time in nature and watching movies together. I'm more outwardly adventurous than her, but she's a risk taker in her own quiet way. She's always exploring new foods and new literature and she loves to travel. We're very compatible and more than one person has told us that they wished they had our relationship. We have disagreements of course, but it has never resulted in hurtful fights or yelling. We usually just get quiet and mull things over individually and then talk it out. If there was ever a real-life case of "soul mates," we were it. I hope to stay married to her for the rest of my life. I'm very lucky; life without her would be unbearable. Our sex life has always been great. We've been monogamous for our entire marriage and have never cheated on each other. We still find new positions and we especially enjoy exploring different paces. Sometimes we move quickly, but sometimes we really take our time. She's a very subtle person so I try to move slowly at first and get her warmed up properly. It's hard (ahem . . .) because when I see her naked or in lingerie I usually get very excited and want to just start pounding away. My atavistic animal urge becomes unbearably strong. However, I'm always well rewarded with my efforts at foreplay, and of course I enjoy every second of it. So far we've both been one-orgasm-at-a-time kind of people, but they're often simultaneous and completely overwhelming. As I'm building to a climax with her I always think I could go on like this for days, but after I come I can hardly move an inch. She usually makes a great deal of noise (which I love) and then also lies around in a haze for some time. One of my favorite things to do is get her dressed in some lingerie, especially black. We only do it once a month or so, but I really enjoy it. I usually have to leave them out for her or ask her to put them on. For some reason she doesn't do it much on her own, I think mostly that's because she's struggled with her body image for much of her life and feels shy putting herself on display. I love it, though. The stark contrast of the black fabric against her white skin electrifies me. Maybe it's because I always take things to the extremes in my life. I move from one end of the spectrum to the other with complete commitment. The middle zone has never felt comfortable to me. If I were to climb a mountain it would have to be Everest; if I were to run a race it would have to be a marathon. It's just how I'm wired. In addition to the lingerie, we've also explored putting some high-quality black temporary tattoos on her lower back or legs and that really put me over the edge. I couldn't keep my hands off her for days. I was pawing at her while she was making dinner, while she was trying to get dressed, and at every moment. She just gave me her cute little smile and went about her business, delaying the pleasure and taking delight in the attention. I was out of my head. It was after one particularly mind-blowing session together when she had worn black fishnet stockings, a black lacy thong, and a black rose tattoo on her lower back that my fantasy began. At first it was just a fantasy, but after dropping some subtle hints to her to gauge her reaction I decided to make it a reality. Neither of us had ever experimented with homosexuality, but we had so many friends who were gay we had talked about it quite a bit. We both agreed that everyone is a little gay, no matter how straight they are. (And apparently there is scientific evidence to back this up.) She had even told me a few times that she liked women's breasts and would touch them if given the chance. I'd also noticed that she was comfortable around men of different racial backgrounds. That got me thinking. I was nervous about opening too many doors in this direction because I treasured our relationship above all and didn't want anything to destroy it, but I also figured that after seventeen years of marriage things were as solid as they were going to get and it might actually do us some good to explore a little more. So I looked around at some websites and made a phone call. ********** Lawrence and Lydia lived just a few miles from us in an elegant town house. They were in their late thirties like us, but didn't have any kids. (We have two young ones, in kindergarten and first grade.) Lawrence made bundles of money working in mergers and acquisitions for a large Wall Street firm. Lydia was a pediatrician. Lawrence was as tall as I am, around six feet, four inches. He was bigger by at least twenty pounds, though. Not muscular in a gym sort of way, but more of just an active way. He looked fit and healthy. His skin wasn't just black, but was a deep ebony color, very African in a classic way. When I went to their house to discuss my proposal he was dressed in stylish jeans with beige sport coat over a black tee shirt. He had high cheekbones and a broad nose, small ears and meticulously cropped short hair. Lydia was also tall, probably close to six feet. She kept her hair fairly short, had a wide smile and an easy laugh. I instantly felt comfortable around her and I guessed she was a popular pediatrician. Like many black women, she had large breasts, though they were in proportion to her body, which was full figured, but not fat. She was leaving the house for the office soon and was dressed appropriately with slacks, a flowery blouse and pointed red shoes. She wore makeup, but it wasn't over the top. Her nails were carefully manicured and painted a faint red. Their ad on the website said they were "bi curious" and interested in exploring new sexual territory with other couples. They insisted on absolute discretion and a clean bill of health. After exchanging a few emails it was clear we were in the same head space. Like us, they had advanced degrees, didn't use drugs, and had never slept around. I was paranoid about STDs and also very cautious about how this might affect my marriage. I was interested in exploring some new territory, but only if it strengthened my bond with Jill. "I'm not interested in intercourse between the couples," I said. "That's too much intimacy for me and besides Jill isn't on the pill anymore. I had a vasectomy a few years back, but still." "That's fine with us," Lydia said. "Actually we feel the same way. We're okay with some touching and massaging and maybe even some kissing, but that's about it. Have you talked to Jill about this?" "No, I haven't," I admitted. "But I think it'll be okay. Based on our other conversations I think she'll enjoy it." I filled them in on my plan. "And if not then let's just agree to call it a day and no hard feelings. Does that work?" "Yes," said Lawrence. "And what about the bi-curious part of our ad? That's something we've both discussed and admitted to each other, but we're kind of nervous about it. I'm not even sure I know how I really feel. I mean, I guess I feel a little weird about it . . . but I'm also curious." "Well," I said, "Jill has told me she's always wanted to explore another woman's breasts, but she's been clear that she's not into cunnilingus." Lydia laughed. "That's how I feel too! I mean, breasts are just so great, but a vagina . . ." She wrinkled her nose. I laughed too. We were all kind of nervous, but just talking honestly was helping. "I'm kind of in the same boat," I said. "I'd be willing to give a guy a hand job—I've always been a little curious about what that would feel like—but that's about it. And no way am I interested in anal sex or kissing." I really emphasized the "no way." Now it was Lawrence's turn to laugh. "Good," he said. "I'm totally with you on that one. I think we'll get along fine. So, when do we meet?" ***** Friday was our "date day." Jill worked from home so she had a lot of flexibility in her schedule. I taught Biology at a university and Friday was my research day, with no teaching. (That usually meant researching my wife's beautiful body, which sort of falls under the realm of biology . . .) Sometimes we went to the movies or for long hikes while the kids were at school, but sometimes we just stayed home and made love. That was the plan for this week. I had managed to get a very sexy mandala-patterned tattoo on her lower back on Thursday night, as well as a black rose by her left ankle. I also returned home from work on Thursday afternoon with some new lacy black lingerie, complete with new fishnet stockings that had garters attached to the panties. She raised an eyebrow at those but said she'd try them out. She'd made comments in the past that I liked to see her dressed like a whore, but that wasn't it at all. For me, the lingerie really accentuated her curves and beautiful skin and made a more clear delineation between regular life and sex. Given how hard I worked with my career and how busy we were with the kids, sometimes I needed the extra visual stimulation to make the transition to the bedroom. I think she understood that on an intellectual level, but it was still a challenge for her sometimes as she worried that she looked fat in those garments. (She didn't, she just looked very, very appetizing . . .) I took my shower first and then it was her turn. As I was combing my hair she came up behind me and gently rubbed her breasts against my back. I turned around and we locked lips and kissed deeply. My reaction was immediate. "Well," she said, with a wink, "looks like we have the same thoughts." "Yes, indeed," I said. "However, today is a special day with a special treat for you and I'm going to need quite a bit of time to get the bedroom ready. So please take a long, long shower and don't come out until I say so." She raised her eyebrows and gave me another little wink. "Sounds good," she said. She got in the shower and I went into the bedroom. The first thing I did was send Lawrence a text. Ok now That was his signal. They had been waiting around the corner in their SUV. He wrote back immediately. Coming ha ha I chuckled. The dude had a sense of humor. I knew it would take them a few minutes to get to the front door so I quickly put the dark black sheets that I had purchased a few days back for our queen-sized bed. I also had six black candles that I put around the room, and lit each one. I turned out the lights and closed the drapes and blinds. There was still plenty of light to see what I wanted to see, but it was also comfortable and a bit mysterious. I also turned on some soft music, solo classical piano of course. Yes, yes, a bit over the top, but why not? I rushed to the front door. They were just approaching. "Good timing," I said, and ushered them in. We threw their jackets in the front hall closet and I showed them around the hall to the bedroom. They nodded approvingly. "Okay," I said. "Here's the closet. Sorry, this is kind of ridiculous, it's like we're teenagers, but I think it will work best." "It's fine," Lydia said, and they both got in my closet. I shut the door and went to check on Jill. She was just turning the water off. "How are things going in there?" I asked. "Good," she said. "I'm all smooth and clean!" She came out a second later, decked out in the lingerie I had left for her. My heart stopped for a moment. "Whoa," I said. "Okay, there's just one more thing." I held up a black blindfold. "This is part of our special day." She smiled. I put it on her and led her into the bedroom and got her situated on the bed, lying on her back with her knees up. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "Just relax. We're going to try some new things. I think you'll enjoy them, but if you don't just say so and we'll stop right away. This is only about me and you. Just keep your blindfold on for a while. Okay?" "Okay," she said, a little tentatively. I moved down to her legs and began kissing her thighs where they were exposed between the stockings and panties. As I did I gave an "okay" sign with my hand in the direction of the closet. The door swung open and Lawrence and Lydia came out. Lawrence just had on a tight pair of white silk briefs. He was obviously a bit aroused already and his package was impressive. Lydia was only wearing white lacy panties. Her breasts were magnificent and she looked very focused. They came over to the bed, and sidled up next to Jill, Lawrence on her left side and Lydia on her right side. Both of them crawled on the bed and got on their knees. I wondered what Jill's expression would be, but she didn't do anything. I continued to kiss and rub Jill's thighs. As I did, Lawrence began massaging her left breast and her left arm. Lydia bent over and began sucking her right breast. Jill moaned. It was a moan I knew well. She was enjoying herself. As for me, I don't think I've ever been harder. I wondered about this moment when we were planning it. Would I feel jealous? Angry? Would I feel immediate regret? I didn't feel any of those feelings. I felt extremely sexual, incredibly focused and energized. Jill was just so incredibly beautiful and sexy and seeing Lawrence's black hands on her white breasts was very hot. "Can I take off the blindfold?" Jill asked. "Of course," I said. She took it off and looked around. Lawrence and Lydia sat up. I made introductions. "This is Lawrence and this is Lydia," I said. "They're just here to have a little fun with us, but no intercourse or anything that makes you uncomfortable. And if you don't like this then they can leave and it's fine. But I thought you might enjoy it. And don't worry, I checked them out as you know I would and they're very classy people." "Oh," she said. "I mean, I guess it's fine, but is it fine for you?" She looked confused. "Don't worry," I said. "It's great, I'm enjoying it. But this is only about me and you, just a way for us to go deeper into each other. Let's just communicate, okay? We can stop at any time, but let's give it a few minutes." We looked each other strait in the eyes. She nodded and the three of us got back to work, Lawrence with his hands, Lydia with her mouth, and me with both. Jill closed her eyes and was quiet for a bit. I knew she was trying to figure it out. After a minute passed I started to wonder if she was going to call it off. But then she started moaning again. We were in business. After working on her thighs a bit I peeled off the fishnet stockings. They hadn't lasted more than five minutes, but they did their job well. I began to trail my tongue up and down her calf muscles and ankles. She had strong legs and I just loved it when they were smooth like this. While I did this Lydia continued sucking and massaging Jill's right breast. Then she sat up and began rubbing her own breasts against Jill's. I stopped what I was doing and stared. Good God, I thought I would come right then. It had an effect on Lawrence too. He made a low growling noise and stared at them with bug eyes. Jill moaned and then reached up with her right hand and began rubbing Lydia's breasts. Then she bent her head up a bit and took one of Lydia's nipples in her mouth, sucking eagerly. Lydia closed her eyes and put her head back and made a soft mewling noise. The temperature was rising. Seeing Jill's fair cheeks against Lydia's black breasts was extremely sexy. I stood up and took off my briefs. I grabbed Jill's left leg and held it up. My cock was rock hard and I starting rubbing it up and down Jill's leg as I simultaneously sucked her big toe. She continued licking Lydia's breasts and moaning. Lydia was now moaning too. It was like a feedback loop. Lawrence then stood up and dropped his briefs. As I expected for a tall, well-built black man, his penis was large, though not ridiculous. I guessed eight or nine inches. I suppose I could have felt jealous, but I didn't. I was too keyed up for that. He got back down on his knees and began rubbing his cock over Jill's left breast, while massaging her arm and neck. Jill reached up with her left hand and began stroking his cock. Although I had planned it, I still wondered momentarily how I felt about her jerking off another man, but it was very hot. In fact, I decided to join in the fun. I reached over and put my hand on his shaft. It was thick and strong and I found it exciting. My own penis surged. Jill looked up from Lydia's breast. "You? Grabbing another man's penis?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I've always been curious, but that's as far as it will go. Seriously." "Hmm," she said with her cute little smile. "I never would have thought." She let her head fall back on the pillow. Lawrence had a serious expression on his face and was obviously in some kind of bliss. Jill and I were both stroking him and his wife had leaned down and was busy with Jill's breasts again. This went on for some time, with me also massaging and kissing Jill's legs. After many minutes Lawrence spoke up. "God," he said. "This is hot. Do you have any lotion?" We did, and we quickly lubed him up. I worked the bottom of his cock and Jill worked the top. We got a nice rhythm going and he was enjoying it. He kept closing his eyes and making soft growling noises. His penis was very dark what with the color of his skin and the engorgement of blood and Jill's hand stood out against it quite noticeably. After a minute she pulled him a little closer to her face and gave the top of his penis a lick. She looked up at me and gave me a naughty little smile. Then she took him in her mouth, filling her up, my hand still at the base of his shaft. He groaned and closed his eyes again. This sort of went beyond what I had discussed with Lawrence and Lydia, but he was clearly enjoying it and so was Jill. I wondered if I should be feeling mad about seeing her suck another guy's penis, but I didn't, I was just so very, very hard. And I enjoyed seeing her take charge of the situation. The contrast of his black cock against her white cheeks was striking and energizing. Lydia stood up and took off her panties. Then she moved behind me. She put some lotion on her right hand and reached around me. "Jill, sweetie, is this okay with you?" she asked. "Mmm," Jill said, her mouth full of Lawrence's cock. "It's fine." Lydia pressed her breasts against my back and placed her left hand on my hip to steady me. Then she began stroking my penis vigorously with her right hand. I let go of Lawrence and straightened up on my knees, between Jill's legs, my hands on her knees. Lydia's breasts felt amazingly good on my back and she also began pushing her vagina against my ass. She rubbed and rocked against me. She was strong and curvy. The woman worked us furiously and I could tell it wouldn't be long. Lawrence came first, several big shots across Jill's breasts. That was something I always enjoyed doing when she was having her period and I found it exciting to see it from another vantage point. Moments later I groaned and came all over her stomach. She looked up at me with a wild look in her eyes. She was breathing hard and her face was flushed. She obviously found it all very hot. I looked down and noticed that her panties were wet. Lydia was also breathing hard and clearly enjoying herself as well. Ebony and Ivory Lydia fetched some Kleenex from the dresser and handed them to Jill. "Okay, darlin', clean yourself up and then it's our turn. Let's mount these boys." Lawrence smiled and lay down on the bed next to Jill. She got up and made room for me. I lay down next to him. We were only inches from each other, our penises standing up like soldiers at attention. Jill climbed on me and Lydia climbed on Lawrence. They were both wet and open and slid right down on our shafts. Jill started moving quickly, deep thrusts that gradually picked up speed. Her back was sweating and she was breathing hard. Soon our midsections were slapping against each other. I knew her very well and could tell that orgasm wasn't far away. God it was hot. She was so beautiful. I was still as hard as a rock, even after coming. Lydia's movements remained slow, but were deep and hard, grinding against Lawrence. She kept saying "oh" over and over again. Both Lawrence and I buried our faces in our wives' breasts and sucked and licked with vigor. The energy of the couple next to us seemed to amplify what we were doing. I didn't feel embarrassed or shy, but rather more energized. It was another feedback loop. Jill and Lydia seemed to be building in synchronicity and it was hard to tell who came first. Jill made a long roaring noise and promptly drooled all over my face. Lydia got more and more excited and then screamed "OH! . . . MY! . . . GAAAAAWWWWWDDDD!!" Then she burst into tears. It broke the tension and all four of us started laughing hard, real belly laughs, though friendly. I looked over at Lawrence. He had a big grin on his face. "Damn," he said. "You ladies are something else!" Lydia sat up, still mounted on Lawrence, and was laughing and wiping her eyes. "Sorry! I always do that, I can't help it! Damn, that was ridiculous!" Jill laughed with her. "Oh don't worry, I just drooled all over my husband's face! I couldn't help it either. That was all so amazing!" ***** After we cleaned up and got dressed we talked for a few minutes. We all agreed that it was enjoyable and something we might do again in the future, but not something we wanted to do regularly. With the exception of this adventure we were both monogamous and valued our marriages very much. We could see that this kind of activity had to be treated with care. After they left, Jill and I talked for a long time. We snuggled and kissed and I felt very close to her. She thanked me for the little adventure. I thanked her for being willing to try it and not getting mad. I asked her how she felt about other people seeing her this way. She said she struggled for a few seconds with her body image as she always had, but then noticed how excited the other three of us were and just relaxed. In some ways it made her feel better about herself knowing how excited everyone got. I told her that I enjoyed it, but only because we were together. I would never do something like that without her. It was her that I was interested in. Lawrence and Lydia were an accessory to the adventure, but Jill was my focus, my passion, my life. The adventure was about our relationship. We sat quietly for several minutes, just holding each other. "Now," she suddenly said, sitting up and giving me a devious look. "The next adventure is something I will cook up." I smiled. She was very creative . . . Who knows what she'll do? Ebony & Ivory & a Husband's Rivalry About six months ago I decided to spice up my marriage by renting an X-rated video. At a local adult book store a tall black man approached me and asked if he could help with my selection. He introduced himself as Steven and said he was the owner of the store. The tape he recommended featured interracial sex. It was definitely hot! My wife Jessie, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde, had never seen a porno film before. But she loved it, especially the black studs in the movie and their well-hung cocks. That night our sex was unimaginably exciting. The next day, to my surprise, Jessie returned the video and rented another, telling me that she had just wanted to save me the trip. She admitted to being embarrassed at first, but she said that Steve had been very nice and had helped her with another selection. Given her conservative upbringing, it was hard to imagine her even going near the place, but I didn't give it another thought. The video she rented also featured black studs, who again sported horse-like dongs. Jessie, who actually fingered herself while watching one particularly well-endowed guy getting a blow job, admitted that the movies were heating up our bedroom life. I definitely agreed. Over the next few weeks, Jessie rented videos almost every day, all of them featuring black males having interracial sex. Steve also provided us our first book of erotic stories. I remember reading that first issue and noticing the number of letters from men who enjoyed watching their wives fucking other men. I had fantasized about watching Jessie, but never had the nerve to bring it up since I was sure she would refuse. One night while dropping off a video, Steve asked if I had enjoyed the magazine and if I had ever thought about what it would be like to watch Jessie having sex with someone else. "Jessie would never agree to a a threesome," I responded. "Who said anything about a threesome?" Steve said. "I'm talking about you watching while someone else has sex with her." I laughed. "No way Jessie would agree to that!" I said. Then Steve really shocked me. "I find your wife very attractive, and I think the feeling is mutual between us. Further, I think it wouldn't be that hard for me to seduce her. You, my friend, could watch without her even knowing it!" I was very uneasy and a little angry. What does one say in a situation like that? I told him he was crazy and left. But later I kept thinking about his proposition. I was sure it was impossible. Two days later on a Saturday afternoon, Steve rang the doorbell. "I brought over a new release for you guys. Where's Jessie?" he asked as he walked through the living room towards the glass doors leading to the pool. Outside, my wife was sunbathing topless, totally unaware of his presence. "Beautiful," Steve said, looking towards the pool. "Have you given any more thought to my proposition?" Before I could answer, Jessie got up, slipped on an old shirt of mine and came into the house. She was surprised to see Steve, but at the same time, it seemed, happy, too. Steve quickly changed the subject. "I'll take that drink now," he said. "Rum and Coke, please and why don't you make one for Jessie too? Gee, Rick," Steve continued, "Too bad you have those errands. I wanted to get your opinion on the new video." "You have to leave?" Jessie said to me. "You didn't mention it?" My mind was racing. In a split second I made a decision I will always regret. "Something came up at the office," I said. "I have to go in, and I'll be gone a couple hours." Once I was in my car, I wasn't sure whether to leave or try to sneak back and watch them. As I pondered what was happening, I got cold feet and changed my mind about the whole thing. Entering the house, I heard voices coming from the den, where the TV and VCR are. I slipped into the adjoining room, where I could see the two of them as well as watch the sizzling video action and hear the accompanying groans and moans. Jessie looked transfixed. She took big gulps of her drink as she watched. "That blonde sure likes black cock, doesn't she?" Steve asked. Jessie simply nodded her head in response to his crude question. Pretty soon she was on her third drink, while On the tape a red head was sucking a particularly well-hung black man. "I bet you'd like to do that," Steve said. "What?" Jess said, not looking away from the screen. "Suck a big black cock like that," Steve said. "Look at your nipples. They're rock-hard, and I bet your cunt is dripping for cock." Jessie reflexively looked down at her nipples protruding against the material of her shirt. Steve reached out and tweaked one thick nipple. "Don't," Jessie said, moving he hand away. But she didn't sound too mad about it. "Maybe you should leave," she said. "I will if you like," Steve said, "but how about a little kiss first?" Pulling her to him he kissed her. I could see Jessie's arms reaching around his shoulders, and she was kissing him wildly. Steve quickly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her full firm breasts and her darkened nipples, which thickened considerably as he pinched, pulled and titillated them with his long, snake-like tongue. Jessie unzipped him and pulled out his hardening cock as he stood before her. The guy looked like a porno star. His uncircumsized cock was twice as thick as mine, semi-hard. Jessie placed both hands around the thick shaft, stroking it back and forth, all the while kissing and licking his cockhead. "You've been wanting to do this since the day we met, haven't you, girl?" Jessie's mouth was full of his cock; she could only look up at him and moan affirmatively. His cock got larger and larger. "Take those pretty fingers of yours and run one around my ass," Steve said. "Dip it lightly, that's right. Get it nice and juicy so it will slide in nicely, yeah baby, that's right." Steve spread his legs further apart to allow Jessie to explore his rear end with her free hand. He moaned deliciously as she tonsiled his big black dick and squeezed his firm muscular buns. Then he gasped as she teasingly dipped a shiny pink fingertip into his asshole. Steve abruptly turned and shoved his backside into Jessie's face. "Lick me there baby, show daddy what you can do with that tongue in my dark ass! Go deep. Fuck me with that tongue!" Jessie did as she was told, grasping his hips with both hands and settling in face-first in the area of Steven's tight, tart anus. She appeared to be enjoying it. He certainly was. Finally he pushed her back onto the couch and spread her legs. "You're a hot bitch," He said as he slid one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. Holding his cock with his right hand, he pushed her left leg back and placed that prick against her glistening pussy lips. He began to rub it against her clit, driving Jessie wild. He started to work his cock into her pussy a little at a time, pulling it out each time in order to taunt Jessie who by now was bucking wildly for a good fucking. Steve kept teasing her silken blonde muff with his hard ebony staff. "Please fuck me!" Jessie whimpered. My wife is five foot five and a slender one hundred and ten pounds. I never thought she could take all of that huge cock, but I was wrong. Steve worked the full length of his glistening cock into her tight wetness, and even though her pussy seemed stretched to the limit, she still wanted more. "God, your so fucking good!" she kept moaning under her breath. Finally Steve pulled his cock out, leaned over Jessie and fed her his pussy-soaked cock. With one foot on the couch and the other on the floor, he straddled my wife's body and began fucking her mouth. "That's right, baby" Steve said. "Milk that cock. Milk it good. I want you to drink every drop." It didn't take long for him to climax, shooting right into her mouth. Too much for her to swallow, the come seemed to go everywhere – ropelike spurts of jam shot onto her face and her breasts when she pulled away from that ferocious black gun. "Lick it, girl, lick it up." I was in shock as Jessie complied with Steve. She looked up at him for approval while her tongue swirled over his sticky shaft. Steve reached down and wiped some come off her breast with his finger, then fed it to Jessie, who hungrily licked the finger clean. My cock hung out of my zipper, limp and sticky. There was a wad of gluey goo of my own, jelling in the palm of my hand. I snuck out of there and didn't return until a couple of hours later. To my astonishment, they were still at it! This time Jessie was crouched in a squat over Steve's cock, balancing herself with her hands on his chest and pumping up and down furiously, driving the entire length of his sturdy black cock in and out of her pussy. He was thrusting and pounding as she thrashed her head from side to side. She appeared to be more enthusiastic with him than she ever was with me. Now I was angry! But what could I do? I left again and came back in another half-hour, this time making plenty of noise before coming in. I was surprised to find Steve calmly getting dressed while Jessie was in the bathroom. "This woman knows how to fuck, my man," Steve said with a laugh. "She is insatiable, can't get enough black cock. I'm sorry, but I had no choice. I had to give her what she wanted. I knew this was partly bullshit, but I knew Jessie had thoroughly enjoyed it. I didn't say anything, and Steve finally left. When Jessie came back out in her bikini bottom and shirt, I came on to her, but unfortunately our sex wasn't so good. I couldn't keep my dick hard. All I could think of was seeing her slurping on Steven's cock or bending over to let him take her doggy-style. When she kissed me I thought about how her lips had caressed his scrotum and how she had probed his rectum with her tongue. Since then our problems have only gotten worse. Her passion for Steve doesn't seem to affect her as far as doing it with me is concerned, but it does affect me because I'm afraid she's only thinking of him, or that she thinks he is better than me. I am terribly insecure. I think that if my wife really liked Steve she would leave me, but she insists she still likes fucking me too. On the think she seems to like me to do is eat her out after she has had sex with Steve. I love my wife very much, but I don't like the idea of her being manipulated by another man like this. She says she still loves me too, but she doesn't want to give him up. I have tried to get Steve to stop seeing her, but he says she wants it so much that he can't do anything but keep giving it to her. What do you suggest? I need help. Ebony and Ivory and Ebony I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the summer. I was home on break from college where home was actually my family's shore house. We'd been spending every summer at the beach since I was a little kid and I still looked forward to it each spring. As soon as I was old enough, I had started working so that I had pocket money for the summer and, as a result, I got to know the right people and was able to score better and better jobs each year. This year was no exception - I was working on the boardwalk with the enviable noon to 9 pm shift. This meant that I was in front of the public during the busiest time of the day and, therefore, I was meeting and chatting up hotties by the score. The key thing when meeting numerous hotties is to first find out how long they are in town. Unless you are looking for some kind of commitment, you steer clear of anyone who's down there for the entire summer like yourself. It's better to seek out the short-timers; weekly renters are good, but weekenders are even better. It's also preferable to get yourself invited to her place; you don't want anyone paying you a surprise visit at your home at some future date, especially when you are staying with your parents. If all else fails, there's nothing wrong with a nice neutral location like the beach. I could usually test the waters while I was working -- see who was interested, find out how long they were around, see if they wanted to party later. If I wasn't 100% sold on them, I would pretend I wasn't sure when I could get off work and have them come back later. If they were interested enough to come back later, and I hadn't found someone in the meantime who had greater potential, I'd set it up to meet them somewhere later when I was done working. It had taken a few years, but I'd worked out a really good system because you could never tell early in the night how many ladies you might meet and which one you'd want to hook up with after work. You didn't want to have definite plans if a better offer came along. Another great thing about the noon-to-nine shift was that I could get off work at nine, party until around 2 am, crash between 2 am and 10 am and still get an hour on the beach before work. A morning swim in the ocean was a great pick-me-up and my skin was getting darker while my long, blond hair was getting lighter. It was on one of my morning beach jaunts, as I was heading in to get ready for work, when I spotted two alluring beauties sunning themselves. Very little of their chocolate brown skin was covered by the brief bikinis they were both wearing. Their physiques were very similar -- large breasts, flat stomachs and muscular legs. I was wondering if their pussies were shaved and thinking about how nice it would be to explore the pink treasure within, when one of them spoke up, asking where I thought I was going. I detoured over to their blanket to explain that I had to get ready for work and warned them that they might want to get out of the sun soon, themselves. When they asked me why, I told them that although I found their dark tans extremely sexy, they were going to piss off the other ladies on the beach by making them look so pasty. They did me the courtesy of at least pretending to laugh at my lame humor but said they hoped the day job I was heading to wasn't at a comedy club. I smiled to show that I took no offense to their jab then introduced myself. As they introduced themselves as Carlene and Billie Kaye, I hoped that my mirrored sunglasses were hiding that my eyes were all over their scrumptious ebony bodies. We flirted for a few minutes, and I surreptitiously ascertained that they were weekenders, before I suggested they stop by my work later that evening. They tried to sound noncommittal, but I had a strong feeling that I'd be seeing them later. I headed home for a shower before work and was pleased to find the house empty. Thinking about Carlene and Billie Kaye in their bikinis and imagining them without them had me sporting wood by the time I stepped under the spray. I washed my hair and cleaned the sunscreen, salt residue and sand off my body while occasionally stroking my tool and fondling my balls. Once I was fully rinsed, I took a handful of soapy lather and started stroking my stiff organ, thinking about the two black beauties from the beach, imagining them stripping off their bikinis, showering and shaving their pussies. With one hand sliding up and down my soapy shaft while the other fondled my balls, I happened to imagine them shaving each other's pussies. That thought sent me over the edge and I erupted, my knees nearly giving out with the intensity of my orgasm. At work, a little while later, I actually found myself hoping that they would stop by. As the beaches emptied and the boardwalk filled, I realized that I was looking for them. It wasn't like me to get my hopes up too much, but I really felt that if they didn't show up my heart really wouldn't be into trying to hook up with someone else. I tried to act casual when they did eventually show up, still looking completely hot even though they'd changed out of their bikinis. Of course I paid them more attention than I did any of our other customers and flirted like crazy. When I got a positive reaction and reciprocation, I floated the idea of getting together after I got off work. They were game immediately and with these two, I didn't even bother setting up someplace to meet; I asked them to come back right at quitting time. There was never any indication that one of them was more interested than the other but I was afraid to even think that I might be in for a threesome with two hot, ebony babes; the idea was just too good to be true. As soon as the clock struck nine, I was out the door and there were my two new friends waiting for me. They said that they were a little tired of walking the boards and wondered if I'd be interested in heading back to their hotel to maybe go swimming or soak in the hot tub. I didn't bother to mention that I didn't have a swimsuit because I didn't think it was going to matter. Their hotel was a nice enough place though the room was only big enough for one bed; luckily it was king-sized. I made myself comfortable on the bed while they stowed their purchases from the boardwalk, their purses and their cell phones. When Carlene asked what I wanted to do, I brazenly told them that I wanted to see how they'd made out on the beach that day; I wanted to see their tan lines. I could see the attitude turn on immediately and it made me smile. With her hand on her hip, her finger wagging and her head bobbing, Billie Kaye said that since I spent so much time on the beach, I should show them my tan lines. I shrugged and told them to come and see them. They looked at each other, then crawled onto the bed where Carlene started pulling my shirt off and Billie Kaye worked on my shorts. My shirt was quickly gone with Carlene reporting to Billie Kaye the lack of any tan lines, which they knew anyway because I'd been shirtless on the beach. Billie Kaye got my shorts open and reported that she'd found some and asked Carlene to help her find out how extensive they were. While they worked to slide my shorts and boxers down, my cock was growing at an impressive rate. By the time they exposed it, it stood almost straight up and they both sucked in their breath while Billie Kaye exclaimed that I was "hung like a brutha." I knew I wasn't lacking in the size department, but this still was a huge compliment to me. While Billie Kaye got my shorts off and cast aside, Carlene took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it before lowering her head and running her tongue over it. Billie Kaye quickly joined her and I had the pink tongues of two hot black beauties running up either side of my rigid cock; I couldn't believe it. Billie Kaye started to lick and fondle my balls while Carlene wrapped her lips around my cock and slid her mouth down as far as she could. Pumping her hand on the base, she slid her mouth up and down a few times before offering it to Billie Kaye. She raised her head from my balls and ran her own mouth up and down a few times while Carlene continued to pump it. They alternated this way, with Carlene pumping my shaft and Billie Kaye fondling my balls until Billie Kaye finally stood up and started to undress. Carlene continued to suck my cock while I watched Billie Kaye peel off her halter top. Her large tits were practically spilling out of her bra, but she opened and dropped her shorts next. I could feel my cock swelling more as she turned to show me that the panties that matched her bra were, in fact, a thong, which she then started to push down with her back to me. Her ass looked outstanding and she did, in fact, have tan lines. Once her thong had hit her ankles and she'd stepped out of it, she turned back to face me as she worked on unfastening her bra. I registered the narrow strip of black fur above her pussy before my eyes were drawn to her full breasts as her bra slipped away from them. Her nipples were dark and hard, surrounded by large and equally dark areolas. Standing naked before me, she nudged Carlene who looked over and, seeing her naked, slipped her lips off my cock and stood up. Billie Kaye took hold of the bottom of Carlene's top, pulling it up over her head and exposing another luscious pair of tits in an equally sexy bra as Carlene raised her arms. Carlene started opening her own shorts as Billie Kaye fondled her big breasts through her bra, then reaching behind Carlene to unfasten it. Carlene's shorts were dropping to the floor at about the same time that Billie Kaye was pulling her bra off to expose Carlene's breasts. I didn't think my cock could get any harder. Billie Kaye dropped to her knees and started working Carlene's thong panties down, exposing a black bush trimmed similarly to her own. They stood at the end of the bed facing me while I tried to fully absorb what was about to happen. My cock was stiff and throbbing and I imagined that they were probably dripping wet, as well. I encouraged them to join me on the bed and alternately made out with each of them and fondled their respective breasts while they fondled my cock. Wanting to more thoroughly explore their luscious bodies, and finding it a little awkward to do while we were all lying there, I got up on my knees between them, facing the head of the bed. With one hand on each of them, I fondled their breasts, feeling their hard nipples, which I would alternately lean down and suck or run my tongue over. My hands gradually slid down over their flat stomachs to their trim bushes while my mouth continued to work on their tits. I found their lips smooth and slippery with juices, so I slipped a finger into each of them, pumping it in and out a few times before gently massaging both of their clits. By this time, they had moved their heads together and were making out as I used my hands on their pussies and my mouth on their tits. My cock was still throbbing, though it had calmed down enough that I wasn't afraid I'd start spontaneously shooting my load at any second. I felt a hand slide up my thigh until it found and began to lightly stroke my cock. It wasn't long after that Billie Kaye came up for air, gasping that she wanted my cock inside her. I raised my head and licked my fingers as Carlene and Billy Kaye both sat up. I lay on my back between them, my cock standing straight and tall, and suggested that Carlene straddle my face while Billy Kaye was riding my cock. I gazed up at Carlene as she moved over me then focused on her approaching pussy. Below the narrow strip of fur, her lips were shaved smooth and clean. As soon as it was close enough, my tongue was running up her slit collecting all of the juices she was producing. I could feel Billie Kaye getting into position and guiding my cock toward her pussy. We both groaned as she lowered herself onto me, my girth completely filling her. As Billie Kaye started slowly moving her sweet pussy up and down my shaft, I moved one of my hands from Carlene's ass and pushed a finger up into her slick pussy while starting to tongue her clit. Both young ladies were moaning and, glancing up, I could see that Carlene, at least, was playing with her tits. I licked and slurped her clit while sliding my finger in and out of her. Her pussy felt very hot and very slippery, so I was looking forward to sticking my cock into it. Billie Kaye's pussy was nothing to complain about, however; it felt incredible as it slid up and down my cock, gradually moving faster and faster. I was pushing my hips up off the bed, wanting to get as deep into that sweet thing as I possibly could. Carlene started moving her hips, humping against my face, and dropped her hands to my head to hold it in place. I glanced up again to see her tits hanging freely and bouncing with her enthusiastic hip thrusting. I still had one hand gripping her round, muscular ass as she rode my face faster and faster. I actually had a pretty good rhythm going with pushing up into Billie Kaye, fingering Carlene and licking and sucking Carlene's clit. As Carlene's movements got faster and moaning got louder, it also became apparent by how much more slippery and engorged her pussy became, that she was on the verge of cumming. Billie Kaye just kept riding me, bouncing up and down on my stiff cock, but I wasn't sure how close she was to an orgasm. Finally, with a cry, Carlene pulled my head against her pussy while forcing it against my face and began to shudder as her orgasm washed over her. Billie Kaye continued to ride me as I continued to push up into her and I'm not sure whether she knew what else was going on. When Carlene finished cumming, she let go of my head and swung her leg over me, my finger slipping free of her pussy. Kneeling beside us, Carlene reached out to caress Billie Kaye's clit while she rode me, but told her that she wanted to get fucked now. Billie Kaye asked if she would get her pussy licked then and Carlene said yes, but that she would be doing it; she didn't want my tongue to get worn out so early in the night. Billie Kaye got up, my cock slipping out of her hot pussy, and I got up onto my knees, my rigid tool bobbing in front of me. Carlene lay on the bed while I propped her ass up on a couple of pillows. I knelt between her spread legs and admired her physique laid out before me -- big tits, dark skin and a mostly smooth pussy, who could complain? As I guided my cock into her waiting slit, Billie Kaye straddled Carlene's face, but she didn't face the headboard, as Carlene had done while I was eating her; Billie Kaye positioned herself over Carlene's head facing me. I slid my cock into Carlene's slippery pussy, moaning happily as I did, then leaned toward Billie Kaye and pressed my lips against hers. This was the first any of us had kissed since we'd been together and as I felt Billie Kaye's tongue slip into my mouth, I heard and felt her soft moan as Carlene licked her pussy. I brought my hands up to fondle Billie Kaye's big, round tits while pumping my cock in and out of Carlene's pussy. Billie Kaye let one of her hands drop down to Carlene's pussy to massage her clit while my cock slid in and out. As Billie Kaye began moaning louder and more frequently the longer Carlene licked her pussy, she had to pull her face from mine. I continued playing with her succulent breasts and pumping my stiff cock in and out of Carlene's pussy while she humped Carlene's face with her eyes cinched shut. Carlene's pussy felt so hot wrapped around my throbbing tool; I wished it was humanly possible to fuck both of them simultaneously. Billie Kaye seemed to be rubbing Carlene's clit faster the closer she came to cumming herself and even dropped her head down to give it a few licks before she finally started shaking as she came. Her orgasm was long and intense and when it was over, she moved off of Carlene's face and repositioned herself. I no longer had access to her titties, but when she lay on top of Carlene so their tits were touching and they could make out, her ass and pussy were right in front of me. I ran my hands over Billie Kaye's big, round cheeks as I continued to fuck Carlene, but soon pulled my cock from Carlene and slipped it into Billie Kaye. Grabbing her by the hips, I slammed my cock into her for a little while, then pulled out again and slipped back into Carlene. They were making out passionately, moaning and massaging each other's clits while I fucked first one, then the other. If I'd had to choose just one of their pussies to fuck, I don't know that I could have done it; they were both so damn hot! I fucked them harder and faster as my own orgasm finally started to well up within me, swapping back and forth between their two sweet pussies until I felt as though I was on the verge of cumming. I finally pulled out and didn't slip back into either of them, just announcing that I wanted to blow my load in someone's mouth. They untangled themselves and moved around in front of me as I knelt on the bed with my big, stiff cock standing straight out. Billie Kaye took me in her mouth first and slid her lips down my ivory shaft as far as she could while Carlene grasped the base of my tool and pumped it. When Billie Kaye slipped her mouth off, Carlene immediately replaced it with hers and I groaned as her hot mouth engulfed me. My cock was growing harder as I got closer to cumming and when Billie Kaye took me back in her mouth, I was pushing my hips at her, fucking her face. When Carlene took over again and worked her oral talents on my tool, I thought I might fill her mouth with my cream. Just as I was about to spew, however, she turned me back over to Billie Kaye. A couple of passes of her full lips and I exploded with a grunt, releasing my seed into her mouth. She swallowed the first couple of spurts, then quickly passed me back to Carlene, who swallowed the rest. We collapsed briefly on the bed to catch our breath, but the night was still young and we had much more playing to do. I ended up fucking both sets of luscious tits and convinced them both to let me completely shave their pussies. After that, there was a lot of pussy eating going on. I spent the night with them and we headed to the beach together before I had to get going to work. We met up immediately when I got off again that night and I suspected that they hadn't been absolutely chaste since I'd left them that morning. With an entire day to think and plan, we came up with a lot more activities for that night, some of which did not occur within their hotel room. They stopped by my work to say goodbye before they had to head out of town and I actually gave them my cell phone number and one of my email addresses. There was no doubt that it would be tough to top that weekend even though I had more than half of the summer still ahead of me. Consequently, if there was ever another opportunity to hook up with these two luscious ebony hotties, I wanted to be able to take advantage of it. Plus, they promised if I emailed them some pictures of me showing of my thick cock, they would reciprocate with pictures of themselves. Ebony and Ivory and Vanilla I had a "Meet and Greet" at a specialty coffee house. We "met" on a respectable dating website. You've seen it on TV. We're both kind of average looking, but we both look a lot better when we smile. Cheryl liked ivory and I liked ebony. She's ebony and I'm ivory. That was all we seemed to really like about each other. Skin colors. Different interest and needs. No mutual interests or outlook on life. She's very proper. It happens all the time. Mr. or Ms. Right ain't exactly right around the corner no matter what the ads say. After about 30 minutes it was obvious to both of us that we had no real chemistry. Other than she's black and I'm white, both about 50. I'm 5-11 she's about 5-10. Both of us nice and decent people. Cheryl and I were saying goodbye, nice meeting you, too bad we don't have any chemistry. Then she says, "Jim, since I think you're a nice guy, but not for me, I have a strange request to ask you." "What is it?" I replied. Maybe she needed something heavy lifted at home. "I haven't got laid in over 2 years and I'd like you to, you know, fuck me," She whispered the last part. "Oh...." is all I say. Cheryl continues, "Look, we have no chemistry to make a real relationship. But you're nice looking and a nice guy and I think I am too. A nice woman that is. We won't have any strings or strong emotional attachments to the sex. Just sex...." "....What do you think?" she asked. "It's been a while for me too," I lied. Last night I was titty fucking my size GG white sex buddy and cumming all over her mountainous ivory tits. Cheryl had a nice shapely big round ass, thick thighs, the kind I like on a black woman. Heck I like it on any woman! But she had small tits and I need big jugs on a woman to really get excited about more than once. "How about now, do you have the time?" she asked. "Sure, why not! Your place or mine?" I asked. "Yours," she said, "I don't want my friend next door to know I'm a horny old grandma!" "Follow me in your car, you horny old grandma!" We get to my house and once inside she looks around and says, "Has the touch of a woman." "Remnants of my marriage," I say. "Like anything to drink?" "No thanks, but I'd like to mmmmmffff," she said as I kissed her hard. I wrapped my arms around her back. She relaxed into the kiss and hugged me too. I licked her big lips softly and they parted and her tongue came out to play with mine. My left hand grabbed half her big round ass and squeezed. "NNNNN," she said. So I put both hands on her big round ass and squeezed hard. What a nice big butt, firm and soft at the same time. I could feel the dimpling on her ass. Cellulite. She opened hers eyes wide and looked at mine. I put my left hand on her right small boob and massage it. Her eyes roll up into her head. She tongues me harder and deeper. I rub her small tit. We pause and I unbutton her silk blouse, no bra for her small titties. Her areola is more than half of each small tit. And deep dark chocolate brown. I start to lick them. Flicking my tongue across the erect part. "MMMMyeah, they're small," she says. "You like 'em?" She puts her hand on my stiffening cock and fumbles for the zipper. "I guess you do like 'em," she says squeezing my cock. "Here let me help," I say unzipping my fly and setting my hardening white 7" dick free. "OOOh myyyy," she says looking at it as she takes off her silk blouse. She gets on her knees and starts sucking me, slow at first then faster and harder on the sensitive part. "You like cocksucking don't you?" "MMMMM," she replies, head bobbing yes. Then my white cock disappears all the way into her brown face. Next she begins jerking me off as she tongues the tip. I am getting close to lift off. "Cheryl, if you want to get fucked, you gotta stop." She gets up and says, "Suck my big black nips, baby. Bite'em too. Hard." I lean down wet them with my tongue. Then I bite them, chew them. She almost cums. My cock is softening a bit so I tell her to jerk it some more as I take off my pants. She puts her ebony hand on my ivory cock and slowly begins to jerk me. "Let's go to your bed," she says leading me by my hardening cock. Inside the bedroom I take off my shirt. She takes off her black slacks. Leaving on a black panty with a cut that accentuates her plump round ass. She squeezes her dimpled ass cheeks tight, I almost cum at the sight such a bulbous, round big black ass. Then she relaxes her ass and tightens fast back and forth fast. Like in a porno.... or so I'm told. Yeah, she had cellulite from her knees to the top of her ass. Had some stretch marks, too. As I get older I find cellulite and stretch marks in the right amount turns me on. Usually because it's on a big fucking ass, which I love. Her ass was so big and round that I involuntarily dropped to my knees and kissed and fondled it all over. I opened her butt crack and buried my face in there. "MMMMM that's nice lickin'," she said lightly. She tightened her butt even more. Damn! That was a fine big round ass I was licking. Hard to believe she was 50. "Bend over baby," I said. Slowly she went to a 90 degree position. I spread her ass cheeks apart and started licking her ass crack from top to pussy. I came back up and tongued her asshole. After a few seconds she relaxed it and my tongue slid in and out easily. She kept saying softly, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah..." "I'm gonna fuck your ass first." "No you won't, you'll cum in it and you won't fuck my pussy. It's my pussy that needs a good fucking!" "Alright, I'll fuck your pussy first. But I'm gonna cum deep in your ass!" "That'll be good for me too," she says. We lay down on my messy unmade bed. I grab a condom and some lube. I put a little lube on my cock and she starts stroking my cock to keep it hard. Peeling out the condom I watch her intently looking at my cock and licking her lips. Go ahead put it in your mouth again, I say, and she does head bobbing up and down in a frenzy. "Easy girl, put the condom on my cock," I say. She puts it on easily. "I love a big hard white cock in me, any hole," she says. "And I like a big brown ass on the end of my cock," I say. "My pussy's ready," she says rolling on to her back with her knees held up near her shoulders. There's nothing like seeing a hairy black pussy exposing a bright pink slit just before I pound it. I slam it in fast, deep and hard. "UUUUUoooohhhh," she moans. I pound her wet pussy harder and harder each time. "Yeah baby, yeah baby," she says, "Now bite my big ass nipples hard!" Changing my motion more to the hip area rather than whole body thrusts, I bend down and bite her nipples hard, chewing on them. "AAArrrghghgh," she cums quick, her pussy loosens and gets very wet. Pulling my hard cock out, I guide the river of pussy juice to her asshole with it and push my cock in slowly. She looks down her body to try and see my cock enter her brown hole. Then she arches her back and goes, "Unnhhhh," as I start slowly pumping into her big ass. After a minute of this I pull out and flip her over with her big brown round ass up in the air, her face buried in the rumpled sheets. Pausing to admire the magnificence that is her big brown bubble ass I lick it once more. "I could worship at the alter that is your ass," I say. Since she's so tall I have to half squat to position my cock to enter her ass. Then I slid my ivory cock into her ebony ass. I slam harder and harder into her asshole. She's making muffled sounds with every pounding. I love watching her perfect big round ass deform and squish as I slam into it. She turns her head and says, "Fuck my big black ass....fuck my big black ass...your white cock's in my big black ass! Fuck it harder!" I pound and slap her ass for about 5 minutes until my fantasy about fucking the perfect big black ass comes true. "Take that you fucking black bitch!," I yell as I come deep in her big ass. After a minute of cooling down, I roll off. She rolls over to face me and on her face is a pair of pink lace panties. Not her color. "What's this?" she pulls it off, "Had a friend over recently?" she says. "Last night," I say and grin. She holds up the panties, smiles then puts them to her nose and inhales deeply. "Nothing smells as good as a white woman's wet cunt," she says. "Except a mans cum on my face." Then she says, "Say, would she be interested in doing a 3 way with me and you?" "Never thought to ask, but I will." "She's gotta like having her pussy licked by me." "I'll call her now." So I call Karla, who has a beautiful pair of big fucking natural tits, size GG, a modest ass and a round belly. She's about 5-9. She's also white (very white skin!), a redhead, 45, wears glasses, ordinary looking with a vivacious personality. I'm thinking, the best ass I've ever fucked and the best tits I've ever fucked, both on 2 different women within 24 hours. I'm a stud!.....Well, just lucky is more like it. Fucking 2 women at one time, never one of my fantasies, but it is now! Karla, my new sex buddy, will be here in 10 minutes, I tell my new booty call. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Karla's tits enter the room before she does. I introduce her to Cheryl, who has her blouse on but unbuttoned and panties on. They say "Hi," and shake hands looking deeply into each others eyes. "Anybody like some red wine? White?" I ask. Both want white so I go into the kitchen and pour 3 glasses. Coming back out I see they are sitting right next to each other on the sofa giggling like school girls. "What's so funny?" "It's my first time with any woman and her second time," says Karla. "And we're both eager!" says Cheryl. So ebony and ivory started small talk, girl talk as they sipped the my mediocre white wine. And kept giggling more and more. Geezus, Karla's big tits jiggle with every move she makes, I'm mesmerized. Finishing my wine before them, I go into the kitchen to pour myself some more. Coming back out Cheryl's hand is on one of Karla's big boobs rubbing, massaging it then moving on to the next one. Karla's eyes are half closed, she likes having her GG's massaged, I know. "She's got huge natural tits, I love it!" says Cheryl. She begins to unbutton Karla's blouse as Karla finishes her wine, holding it up for a refill. Cheryl's is half full but I take both into the kitchen for refilling. Trying not to spill the over full wine glasses, I don't notice they are kissing deeply until I get right next to them. Karla's massive tits and pink nipples are out in the open, being massaged vigorously by Cheryl's big black hands. I start getting a boner. After putting down the glasses I sit next to Karla, lift a heavy tit up to my mouth and suck on the pink areola, her nipple hardens. Cheryl follows my lead and sucks the other tit. Karla's eyes are closed, her sensitive tits love the double attention. I reach over and pinch on of Cheryl's nipples hard thru her blouse. She moans. I roll that hard erect black nipple hard between my thumb and finger. Moaning increases. Karla puts a hand on my cock and rubs it. Oh yeah! "Lets go the the bedroom," I suggest standing up. They rise holding hands and giggling. Cheryl takes off her blouse and shakes her small black titties at Karla and they both laugh. Karla's tits are bouncing like crazy from the laughter. Stepping in front, I pinch one nipple of each to get their attention. "Bedroom?!" I inquire. We go in. I strip the women just leaving on their panties. "What a big fucking ass you have, I didn't notice before," Karla says to Cheryl. Cheryl squeezes her plump butt into attention and Karla comes over and rubs her hand all over Cheryl's big brown butt. Cheryl bends down and sucks a big tit. Lounging on the bed I say, "Come on over babes." Waving my hard cock in my hand. They sit, kissing and fondling then lay back. Cheryl on top of Karla, her face between the GG's and loving it. Karla reaches over to my semi hard dick and strokes it. "Sorry for ignoring you Jim, but I'm fascinated with Cheryl big ass and licking my t-t-t-t-tits oooohhhh yeah, Cheryl." She was tongue flicking Karlas pink nipples with a furious motion. Then she slid down Karlas round belly to her panties and started licking them. Straddling Karla's belly I put my cock in her deep cleavage, massaging her tits. Karla moaned and said, " aaaaahhhhh....yeahhhhh." Moving up a little I put the tip of my cock in Karla's mouth. She sucked and licked with a quick motion that felt very good. Turning my head I could see that Cheryl had removed Karla's panties and was tonguing Karla's light pink pussy rapidly. Moving up I pushed Karla's tits up to her chin and cheeks. I have her swallow my whole 7" cock. She gags a little, I pull out a little and go back in. She's grabbing my ass now. A couple of minutes later I pull out of Karla's mouth, she's moaning in ecstacy from what Cheryl is doing to her. I walk around the bed to where Cheryl's big fucking ass is up in the air and her face has disappeared in Karla's pink pussy. I admire the view of Karla's massive jiggling white tits and the closeness of Cheryl's big brown sexy ass. Positioning my self behind Cheryl I push my cock into her hairy pussy and slam away. She arches her back a little so I can go deeper. She's making sounds into Karla's pussy. Karla is "Oooohhhing" and "Aaaahhhing" as she is rubbing and pinching and pulling her own nipples. My view is the best black ass ever and the best white tits ever. I'm about to cum but I pull out to cool off a bit. Cheryl comes up for air, I nudge her aside and put my cock into Karlas hairless very pink pussy. Watching her big fucking tits jiggle to my fuck motion makes my cock harder. She's making noises and Cheryl comes around and straddles Karla's mouth with her hairy black pussy. I barely see Karla's pink tongue come out to meet Cheryl's wet ebony cunt as she lowers onto Karla's ivory face. Karla grabs Cheryl's big ass. The sight of white hands with red finger nail polish splayed out and sinking into Cheryl's big black ass is almost too much for me again. I pull out of Karla's cunt to cool down a few seconds. Then moving around to where Cheryl's sitting on Karla's face, Cheryl grabs my cock and pulls it into her mouth she's' massaging my balls too. Karla is looking up and sees my white cock go into Cheryl's brown mouth. Then she reaches up an pulls and twists Cheryl's nips. Cheryl moans loudly on my cock. So I shove it all the way into her mouth. She gags a bit too. The smell of 2 pussies is in the air, mingled with pungent sweat. The heavier pussy scent of Cheryl and the lighter scent of Karla's pink pussy juices. I love the scent of both, but prefer the more animal scent of Cheryl. Cheryl cums with my cock choking her. Karla cums too. She's been frigging her clit. I'm still not cumming cause I have another idea. "Line up next to each other with asses in the air girls!" I order. Geez I hope they obey.....They slowly do. Getting behind their ebony and ivory asses is wonderful. Even the cellulite jiggling on the back of their thighs turns me on. Cheryl's ass is so big and round and plump it makes Karla's nice ass look smaller than it is. The opposite of their tits. Going up behind Cheryl I fuck her pussy 15 strokes, pullout and put it in Karla's pussy and pump 15 times. She makes noises. I go back and forth between them 9-10 times. Funny, but Karla's pussy is warmer than Cheryl's. Cheryl's is wetter. Since I haven't known Karla long, I ask if she'd like it if I fucked her in the ass. As I'm pumping her pussy. "MMMMyeahhhh," she replies. I pull out of her pussy and put my wet dickhead right on her pinkish red rosebud and slowly push in. I spank Cheryl's ass to let her know I haven't forgotten about her. She yelps. Getting faster and faster I'm deep into Karla's asshole pumping. Damn my white cock looks good going into Karlas pink asshole. I pump 15 times, pull out and move over to Cheryl's ass. She pulls 2 of her fingers out of her asshole to make room for my cock. But keeps frigging her clit. I squeeze some lube on my cock tip and put my ivory cock on Cheryl's very black rose bud and push in. Being in her big black ass is exciting. She knows how to use it. Karla's tighter fitting white ass just isn't as exciting. I bet every man Cheryl has been with fucked her in her big fucking ass as much as possible. I know I would. Pumping 15 times I pull out and shove my cock into Karla's ass. I look over at Cheryl's open asshole, dark and deep and I bend over to her black ass and put my mouth on her asshole and lick it quick. But the position is awkward and I go back to pumping Karla's small ass. Pumping my pink cock 15 times into Karla's pink asshole then and shove it into the ebony ass 15 times, ivory 15 times, and on and on. I'm in Cheryl's ass pumping my way to ecstacy and I tell Karla to come over and let's me suck her big white tits as I fuck Cheryl's big black ass. Fucking the best big fucking black ass and sucking the best big fucking white tits, I explode all my cum deep into Cheryl's black asshole. She loves it and squeezes her big ass around my cumming cock. Still sucking Karla's tits in an orgasmic frenzy, my orgasm goes on and on. My cock is empty but my head is still cumming on Karla's huge tits. Maybe I was drooling? Finally, I roll off onto the cooler sheets and hear the girls giggling. Then Cheryl's got her black face into Karlas pink pussy moving her head fast and furiously. Karla grabs Cheryl's head and pulls it into her pussy. Doing this makes Karla's massive tits squish up between her thick upper arms and look fucking mountainous. I gotta fuck them white tits again soon. Karla cums quick and big and loud. A minute later I feel the bed bobbing again and I look over and see Karla's red head between Cheryl's thick, brown cellulite covered thighs moving her red head vigorously. Cheryl pinches her own black nipples and yells out as she cums all over Karla's face. Karla lifts her wet face and smiles at Cheryl then at me and says, "Thank you both!" Later on, I'm fucking Karla's big ivory tits. Fucking big tits and big asses is what I love. Cheryl sees us and rolls over, positions her big black ass over Karla's white face so I can lick it. I bury my face in her ass crack as I titty fuck Karla. Karla is licking my cock tip and staring up into Cheryl's wide open pink pussy fringed with black curly hair. Karla's frigging herself off, I'm cumming on her face, Cheryl is frigging herself off as I'm tonguing her asshole. I love fucking big tits and cumming on a woman's face. And having a big black butt in my face while doing it is wonderful too. Cheryl turns around and licks my cum up off Karla's face. Kisses Karla, pushing my cum from her mouth into Karla's mouth with her tongue. They both stick out their tongues at me with my cum on each. Yeah, I'm satisfied. I yawn and smile. They 69 each other next to me as I'm dozing. Ebony on ivory. The smell of their pussies is intoxicating. I want to fuck 'em both in the ass again. But I can't get it up one more time no matter how much they suck my cock and balls together. 3 orgasms times in one day is a miracle for me. And my cock is exhausted. We were just 3 average people having exceptional sex. Again and again. Ebony and Ivory Delight My wife is a hot bitch. Sara is thirty-five, five foot six and weighs about one hundred and ten pounds. She's a fiery red head, top to bottom, if you know what I mean. She's all tits and ass and I couldn't be happier. I do everything to please her, from cleaning the house to grocery shopping to eating her pussy at least twice a week. We've been married for ten years and she has made me the happiest man alive. Last weekend, she expressed to me, well, ordered, that I do something to please her. What else could I do but oblige? We were out at the club with a few friends when everyone spotted the sexiest black bitch in a short leather skirt. My gaze landed straight on her ass; her big bubbly caboose was perfect in contrast to her tight belly and C-cup tits. She strutted by our group and I could not take my eyes off her. She smiled my way, winked and walked up to the bar. I got caught eyeballing the brown vixen. Sara was smiling wide, her head cocked slightly to the side. I knew what that meant. I had to play her game to get back into good graces. I had to seduce this woman to please my wife. We hashed out the plan and I went to work. I high tailed it to the bar and ordered a drink, asking the black goddess if she'd like one. "Sure, my name is Keisha," she responded. Watching her thick pouting lips made my dick ache. She extended and I shook her hand. We talked a bit and after about a half an hour and a brief explanation of my situation, I glanced back at Sara. My wife was ready to go. I asked Keisha if she would be willing to go to a hotel with the two of us and after some coaxing and one look at Sara, she agreed. I drove to the hotel while Sara and Keisha got to know each other better in the back seat. Watching them kiss was torture; Sara slid her tongue lightly along Keisha's pouty lips, Keisha gobbled up my wife's lips, kissing softly and then nipped at her chin. Sara was eager, I could tell and I watched through the rearview as she lunged into Keisha, sucking and lapping at her nipples. I almost wrecked when I saw Keisha's coal black bush and Sara's alabaster finger against the prettiest, pinkest and fattest clit I have ever seen. The hotel room was on the first floor and my wife and our companion wasted no time getting naked and into bed. I wish I would have had a camera to capture the image of ebony Keisha and ivory Sara. My god! What beauty! I stripped down as well and sat at the edge of the bed. My balls were aching. I watched as Sara got comfortable between Keisha's stems. Sara reached up and tweaked a big brown nipple as she sucked at Keisha's core. I watched as my wife tongue tickled Keisha's fat clit and juicy folds and I prayed that Sara would let me have a taste. Sara beckoned me over with a slight nod. I leaned in and kissed Keisha's firm mocha belly as Sara kept working to make her cum. Keisha moaned steadily in response to my wife's efforts but it was when I sucked at her nipples that she exploded. She wailed but Sara didn't let up. Keisha came once more and after, I kissed and lapped her juices off my wife's face. Sara leaned in to satisfy me, realizing that I had quite enough torture and couldn't take much more. My cock throbbed and as soon as my wife went to work nibbling at my dick, I was off. I dumped a load in her mouth and watched as Keisha, with a passionate kiss, eagerly sucked it out. The girls kissed and groped for a while until I could get hard again, which given the circumstances, wasn't a long time. As soon as I was "standing tall," both of them attacked me. Sara sat on my face, and I licked like mad. I felt Keisha spread my legs and suck down my dick like a Popsicle. Then I felt her tongue dart at the crack of my ass. She licked my asshole and slid a thin finger in. With each thrust of her finger, I stopped licking Sara; Keisha's finger in my ass was so intense! Sara slapped my chest every time I stopped so I had no choice but to keep licking. Keisha let up a bit on the ass play and resumed consuming my schlong. She climbed on top of me and rode my meat to oblivion. It was hard to see with Sara on my face but I watched as Keisha's tits jiggled with every thrust. We three came in unison, spent and satisfied. We stayed until morning, brought Keisha home and made sure to get her number. She kissed us both before she sashayed inside. Sara was pleased. Ebony And Ivory Lesbian Athletes In the world of Women's Professional Tennis, there are many secrets which the outside world knows nothing about. Men and women who call themselves professional tennis fans would kill to know these secrets. However, they're known to Women's Professional Tennis insiders only. Such as the tradition that the winners get to fuck the losers. Lesbian style. And Wanda Williams is the most dominant player in the world of Women's Professional Tennis today. The six-foot-one, dark-skinned, muscular and big-bottomed African-American Amazon is feared both on and off the court by the white chicks she defeats so easily. Wanda Williams spends a day with writer and secretive lifestyles investigator Steeves Beau, America's premier writer of bisexual black erotica and shares with him the secrets of her success and the many wicked things she's done with the women she bedded. Wanda Williams was glad to share her tales with him. Since she had defeated and fucked so many white chicks in the world of professional tennis, Wanda decided to confine her storytelling to the most defining moments of her illustrious career. After defeating the tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed European Amazon known as Helene Schanke, Wanda had herself some fun. Wanda never liked blondes. These white broads thought they were all that. She especially liked to tame the wildest ones, like Helene Schanke. Most women in the world of professional tennis were either lesbian or bisexual. Heterosexual women were rare at professional levels of the sport and they didn't stay heterosexual for long. Helene Schanke stood naked before Wanda Williams, eyes downcast before the tall black woman who defeated her at tennis, the whitest sport in the world. Like many of the European women playing professional tennis, Helene thought she was naturally better than the few black and Hispanic women who played the sport. And now her arrogance and overconfidence had cost her. She had been defeated by Wanda Williams, a black woman and one of the most dominant players in the sport today. Wanda Williams sat on a chair in the plush motel room the U.S. Open Tennis Association rented for her. Wanda Williams was a vision of beauty. The gorgeous Black Amazon was gloriously naked. She ran her hand over her firm breasts and then started fingering her pussy. Wanda licked her lips. Her pussy was already wet as she thought of the many fun, cruel and wicked ways which she could dominate the sexy blonde. Over the years, Wanda Williams discovered many things about herself while playing tennis. She learned that she could only count on herself, her sister and their dad. The rich white people who claimed to admire them were two-faced and could turn on them at any minute. Such was daily life for black male and black female celebrities. They lived under a microscope. Any wrong move they made could turn them into pariahs and end their careers. Take away everything they worked for. The public was far more forgiving of white celebrities. Even though she was internationally famous and worth millions, Wanda Williams knew it could all end in an instant. So she enjoyed herself whenever she could. And there was nothing she enjoyed more than taming an arrogant white chick like Helene Schanke. Wanda Williams rose from her throne-like chair and walked up to Helene Schanke. She ordered the white chick to kneel. Helene's eyes flashed with anger. Grinning wickedly, Wanda smacked her hard across the face. Helene's eyes widened in shock but she did as she was told. The blonde-haired white woman from Russia knelt before the tall, dominant black woman from the United States of America. Wanda looked down at Helene Schanke. The white woman looked good on her hands and knees, finally kneeling to a black woman just like she should. Wanda produced a doggy collar seemingly out of thin air and fastened it around Helene's slender neck. The collar was attached to a long black leash which Wanda clenched in her fist. Wanda Williams was a dominant black mistress who liked to keep the usually submissive white women she routinely dominated on a tight leash. Then she grabbed a handful of the white woman's long blonde hair and yanked her head. Helene cried in pain. Her scream was sweet music to Wanda ears. Wanda ordered Helene to lick her pussy and promised to beat her down if she tried anything funny. Helene looked at Wanda defiantly one last time, then seemed to accept her fate. Obediently, she began licking Wanda pussy. Wanda smiled and grabbed Helene's hair, forcing her face into her groin. This certainly brought back memories for the towering black Amazon. Helene Schanke reminded her of another blonde-haired Russian woman whom she easily defeated and subsequently dominated. The lovely Anna Kendrick. Even though it happened a long time ago, Wanda remembered it like it was yesterday. Victories were meant to be sweetly savored and Anna Kendrick's pussy had certainly been sweet. After beating Anna Kendrick, Wanda had a blast with her. Anna was a naturally submissive slut, like most white chicks. She was utterly easy to dominate. Wanda tied her up and whipped her with a long black leather belt. Listening to Anna scream had been sweet music to her ears. After giving Anna a good thrashing, Wanda Williams took out her strap-on dildo and fucked her. She did what many straight men and a few gay women had dreamed of doing to the beautiful Russian tennis player. She got to fuck her in the ass. Wanda spread Anna's ass cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo against her butt hole. With a swift thrust, she went in. Anna squealed as Wanda rammed the dildo into her asshole. Wanda laughed and continued to fuck Anna's ass, hard. She fucked the white chick until she begged for mercy. Now that was fun. Yeah, those were memories that Wanda Williams treasured. And she took great pleasure in dominating Helene Schanke. First, she made the Russian slut lick her pussy. Then she bent her over and fucked her ass with her strap-on dildo. Helene gasped as Wanda strap-on dildo entered her ass. The white chick squealed and tried to flee but Wanda held her firmly into place and fucked her hard. Helene screamed like a bitch the entire time she was being butt-fucked by Wanda. The black Amazon known as Wanda Williams fucked Helene Schanke for a long time, and delighted in making the white woman squeal. After she was done, she made Helene suck the dildo right after pulling it out of her ass. And Helene had no choice but to do it. Steeves Beau looked at Wanda Williams after she shared her tale. He smiled. The woman was truly amazing. And her stories were fantastic. Still, he very much wanted to know what happened when Wanda Williams lost. Wanda blushed, and said she'd rather not talk about it. Steeves understood, but insisted that he had to present a balanced portrait of his favorite tennis player. It was a matter of integrity. Reluctantly, Wanda Williams shared with him the tale of some of her losses. One of the worst defeats of Wanda Williams career was at the hands of Shiri Wilbur, the tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed white Amazon from Serbia. Even though she looked cute and innocent, Wanda assured Steeves that Shiri was a devil, on and off the tennis court. After Wanda lost to Shiri, the white woman from Serbia ordered her to don a maid's outfit and clean the plush hotel room where she stayed during the tournament. Wanda was mad as hell but the strong black woman was in no position to say no. She had been defeated, after all. Shiri sat naked on a chair while watching Wanda Williams, a symbol of black female empowerment, wearing a maid's outfit and cleaning her room. Shiri smiled victoriously. How she had longed for this moment. She relished the thought of dominating this big and tall black woman. She wanted to put her in her place. So that's exactly what she did. She went after Wanda like a panther pouncing on a deer. Seeing the angry white woman coming after her, Wanda Williams lost her resolve and tried to flee. Shiri Wilbur leapt after her and tackled her to the floor. Furiously the two women wrestled. Even though Wanda was bigger and taller, Shiri overcame her size and strength and gained the upper hand. The white woman pinned the black woman to the floor. Grabbing Wanda hair, she pulled on it and the black woman squealed in pain. Laughing, Shiri smacked her hard across the face. Then she spat in Wanda face. Shiri Wilbur pulled her whip and gave Wanda Williams a good beating. She had always fantasized about dominating a strong black woman and beating her with a whip. Black women were so cocky and arrogant, especially the American ones. Shiri didn't just want to fuck Wanda. She wanted to destroy her. And so she very nearly did. She put the black woman on all fours, face down and ass up. Then she spread Wanda Williams big black butt cheeks wide open and slid a finger into her asshole. Shiri Wilbur was a secret fan of interracial lesbian porn, especially the type featuring bondage and domination elements. She read somewhere that there were submissive black women who fantasized about getting fucked by dominant white women. Hell, in one site she even read a comment from one black woman who claimed that she got off watching Wanda Williams occasionally get trounced by some white woman on the tennis court. What was that all about? Wanda Williams grimaced as Shiri Wilbur began fingering her asshole. The white woman from Serbia had defeated the strong black woman from America in tennis in front of the entire world. In victory, she was merciless. Shiri was clearly enjoying herself. She spanked Wanda big black butt, telling her she'd always wanted to smack black women's asses every time she saw one with a big butt. One of the reasons why Shiri worked so hard at being a great tennis player was because she wanted to be the first white female player in professional tennis history to fuck both of the Williams sisters, Shamika and Wanda. Shiri Wilbur smiled as she recalled how easily she defeated Shamika Williams, Wanda sister. She had a blast with Shamika afterwards. Shamika was a feisty black woman so Shiri had to smack the sass out of her. She tied up Shamika and thrust a twelve-inch dildo into the black woman's surprisingly tight pussy. She also pinched her nipples and spanked her big black ass. Throughout their session, Shamika Williams had remained stoic. For the grand finale, Shiri buried her biggest dildo into Shamika's asshole. She fucked the black woman hard until she begged for mercy. How Shiri savored these experiences. Now she was looking forward to doing the same thing to Wanda. And so she did. After smacking, whipping and belittling Wanda Williams, Shiri Wilbur put her on all fours and sodomized her with the strap-on dildo. Wanda screamed. She begged. She pleaded. Shiri fucked her ass relentlessly, and had a blast doing it. In the end, she made Wanda suck her dildo right after it had been up her ass. Wanda humiliation was complete, as was Shiri Wilbur's victory. She had finally accomplished what she set out to do. She had become a legend in the lesbian and bisexual subculture that permeated the world of women's professional tennis. She was the first player to fuck both Shamika and Wanda Williams after defeating them on the tennis court. Amazing. Wanda Williams had a haunted look on it as she told the tale to Steeves Beau. Of course, later both Williams sisters got their revenge on Shiri. They each bought some huge strap-on dildos to fuck her with after defeating her on the tennis court. Even though she didn't win any women's international tennis championships due to the Williams sisters absolute domination of the sport, Shiri still felt good about herself. The other chicks in the game looked up to her. Most of them literally got butt-fucked by the Williams sisters more times than they could count since they won all the time. Steeves Beau looked at Wanda Williams, stunned by the strong black woman's revelations. Wow. Steeves was a guy with a really adventurous and kinky lifestyle but he had no idea that the world of female professional tennis players was so sexually charged. Wow. He thanked Wanda for sharing her tale with him, and wished her good luck next year. He decided not to publish the story. Some tales weren't meant to be known by the entire world. The ladies of professional tennis had enough to deal with it. A whistleblower wasn't what their world needed at the moment. He would keep this knowledge to himself...at least that's what he believed until he got home. Then Steeves decided to share it with his pals online.