13 comments/ 242171 views/ 9 favorites Get Your Fuck On! By: Inlovingmemory Foreword Wassup, wassup. Hey, this shit is supposed to make you laugh, so don't get pissed, alright? You want some story about a white house wife dropping to her knees in front of some 2,3 meter tall, bald headed, Mr. Olympia type of black dude and worshipping some 12" black cock, I suggest you don't read any further. Try Jordon Lynn's "Faith Debased" or something. You want a cuckolding story, try KarenKay or something. I dont write that type of shit, I write other shit, Aight!!! This story is like, you gotta lighten up and take it with humor. I mean, it'll make you jerk or frig off, if that's all you're after, don't worry. Pappa got this shit on lockdown, right? Enjoy, and please send me your comments. Dedicated to wifey: * Chapter 1 It was their last evening together. What better way to spend it, than in the living room, sitting close together, yet a million miles apart? Thank God for expensive, imported wine, coz that held back the tears, and eased the mood. And thank the Lord for wide screen TV and Oprah, coz that at least drove away the uncomfortable silence. Beth did not really care much for Oprah, Elroy even less. Beth was in the habit of watching Oprah because everybody else she knew did so, and they talked about it at work. He was only sitting with her because they had agreed to spend their last evening together, in their home, which they had once purchased with pride, joy and optimism for a happy, mutual future. This evening's show was rather outrageous and entertaining. The main guest was some woman in her early forties. She had guts, thought Beth. She was basically coming on one of most popular TV shows in the nation and announcing that she had had sexual intercourse with more than 1000 men. To make it even more scandalous, she was saying she had tried out every race on God's green Earth. Then they got to the main reason why she was on Oprah. Oprah's question was, were black men bigger than white. The guest said, yes, they were. In her experience, out of 100 black men, at least 50 were well hung, and out of 100 white men, it was about 20. And sex with black men was wilder, and more intense, she said. "So, that is the reason why Anne and Jack live their sick life, huh?" Elroy said dryly. Beth giggled drunkenly. Anne was a friend of theirs. A few years back, Anne had left her husband, Jack, and their two children for a young black man. It'd only lasted 18 months, after which the black man dumped her, leaving her with a mixed race child. Anne had returned to her family. Since then, she had given birth to two more children, both of them mixed race. And to everyone's surprise, Jack, her husband, had not put her out on the street, despite such blatant evidence of habitual, unremitting infidelity. Once, Beth had cornered Anne at a party, and asked her point blank what was going on. Anne was drunk and her tongue was pretty loose. With no shame, but rather lots of pride, she said her husband could not satisfy her in bed as the "hung black studs" did. And Jack loved to watch them take her. And he did not mind raising their offspring. "But that's!!!" the words failed Beth. "That's unnatural!" Beth finally exclaimed. "No it aint. Deep down inside, every white woman is a slut for black cock, and every white man wants to submit to a dominant black man. Lemme tell you something girl..." Anne was getting all excited, giving her sordid, shocking details, like that her husband liked to eat the black guys' cumm out of her pussy, and would even suck their cocks. Beth was disgusted and sick to her stomach and very nervous. And when Anne started suggesting that she could arrange for her and Elroy to "broaden their horizons" and try out black cock, Beth ran away like a bat outta of hell. When she told Elroy of her conversation with Anne, he was rather upset and said people like Jack were a disgrace to the whole white race. In the end, he blamed it on Jack's German and Cajun parentage. What could one expect from such a cocktail. "But darling, don't you ever fantasize of watching me take on one hung, black stud, or two. And maybe cleaning them up afterwards?" Beth had teased her husband, smiling coquettishly, and stroking her thigh seductively. Elroy said emphatically, "Listen Beth, before you start getting funny ideas, I will purchase a semi-automatic rifle and shoot somebody before I will watch you fuck some ***** and then clean them up. Jesus f**** Christ! I will never shake that Cajun's hand again!" Beth started giggling, as she remembered their conversation. That was four years ago, when things were very different between the two of them. Elroy's voice ripped her out of her reverie. "What was that? Sorry I didn't get it," she said. Elroy was commenting on Oprah's guest. "Is that slut trying to say that the office cleaner or the garbage man packs a longer, bigger hose than most of us. Stupid, shameless, lying slut. Did she measure all the 1000 men she slept with?" he sneered. "Why is fucking Oprah putting this shit on her show anyway? She wants all women to run out and try some black cock or what?" "Come on, this rumor was around way before Oprah," Beth replied. "And you are not tiny," she told him with a smile, but in her mind she continued. "Though I haven't been seeing much of you in the last two years." "So, Beth, have you never, ever been curious about black men?" "No, I mean, Will Smith, Jamie Foxx and Chris Rock are well, sexy. But, like, what's that rapper, 50 Cent!!! If I was to meet that black man face to face, whether it was in a dark garage or on in office, I would run for it," she giggled. "Well, now that the rumor of huge black cocks has Oprah's stamp of approval, are you going to check it out?" Elroy said, smiling his cheeky, naughty smile that had become rare in the last several years. "Huh!" "No!" she exclaimed. "Should I go to some black dude and say," She put on a fake cowgirl accent. "Hi, excuse me Mistah! I heard it on Oprah that you guys are hung like horses. Can I please try out your large black cock!" she laughed. "Most black guys would probably fuck you on the spot, the way they all WANT WHITE WOMEN! They'd shove a black cock in you before you could count to three!" He laughed. "Are you calling me a n**** whore! Huh! Cowboy!" Giggling, Beth put her wine glass down, and pinched and tickled him in the sides playfully. Elroy was very ticklish, and he tried to fight her off, laughing. "Huh! Am I n**** slut! Huh!" she kept tickling him, until he was guffawing loudly. The two of them played and laughed like two happy, lil children. Suddenly, she chocked on her laughter. Her smile froze, and a wave of gloom engulfed her. "Oh my god, Elroy, what happened? Where did it all go wrong?" Beth asked with pathos. He shrugged, and started to say something. Beth put a finger to his lips. She cupped his face in both hands, and kissed him. He came into her arms, and they kissed, with an intense passion that revived memories of their first kiss, 10 years earlier. Beth had always been a passive partner, who never took the lead. However, on this, their last evening together, she didn't care. After eight years of marriage, she had definitely earned herself a good fuck. She had them both naked in seconds. She trailed her tongue down his chest until she got to his thick, excited cock. After a short blowjob, she pushed him back on the couch and climbed astride him. She hastily brought his man meat to her wet, sticky pussy and impaled herself on it. In a rush to cumm, she rode his cock vigorously. Soon, her eyes were frenzied, her upper lip curled in a snarl, and her mouth was gaping, her breath coming in loud gasps, as she galloped away on Elroy's cock. She wasn't having sex with him, she was using his cock to satisfy a wanton craving, and relieve the pent up sexual frustration that had been gathering in her for the last two years in which they had hardly made love. On this, their last night, Beth was going to settle for nothing less than at least one shattering orgasm. She was determined to fuck his dick and cumm exploding all over him. Hips rising automatically to meet hers, Elroy felt almost like a bystander, watching her fuck herself on his dick. He could not remember her ever being this sexually aggressive or horny. Her face was a mask of carnal lust and arousal. Yet there was anguish and anger! He gasped as she sank her manicured talons into his chest, making him grimace. Even the way her hips were pumping vigorously, slapping loudly into him, seemed to contain some animosity. Her orgasm came suddenly, ripping through her body, making her scream and convulse as if she was in pain. Her wet, hot cunt clutched and clasped his cock and her fingers dug deeper into the flesh of his shoulders as she held on to him, like a tenacious rodeo rider. Their hips bucked harder and faster and she kept cumming, her pleasure gaining in intensity until it was excruciating, threatening to overwhelm her. But, groaning through a constricted throat, and gritting her teeth, Beth kept fucking him until she finally knocked herself out on his cock! Then she collapsed weakly on top of him. His hard, erect cock buried deep inside the folds of her vagina, he stroked the back of his heaving, panting, soon to be ex wife. Once she had recovered her breath, Beth rolled onto her back and pulled Elroy on top. "Fuck me hard! Give it to me!" she snarled, her eyes blazing at him. "Make up for all those nights where you didn't take care of business, you fucking bastard!" she spat. Searing anger blazed in him. He was fed up with her silent accusations and disappointment, as if it was entirely his fault that they had grown apart. For once in the ten years they had been together, Elroy felt a violent desire to fuck the shit out of her. His face became a mask of fury, and his eyes smoldered like coals. He bit his lower lip and lunged into her cunt, jamming his cock deep into her. He fucked her hard, and she fucked him back even harder. Elroy grabbed her legs, hooked her feet over his shoulders, and laid into her. Beth cried out sharply on every thrust and kept throwing her pussy at him. She sank her fingers into his ass cheeks and pulled him into her, telling him to give it to her. Their passion went soaring to dizzy, new heights. The couch jarred and bounced under them, scratching the nice, beautiful wooden tiles. At this incredible pace, he could not last. Elroy felt his orgasm approaching rapidly. Part of him wanted to jam his cock deep into her, and spray her insides full of his cumm, his seed. But Elroy had always been a very controlled, rational being. He yanked his cock out of her, and jumped to his feet. Beth felt some regret, looking at creamy cumm gathering in his pee slit. If only... "Whew! I almost got carried away there. I think we still have a couple of condoms somewhere. Lemme go have a look," he gasped, wiping his brow, his brain already thinking in a calm, rational manner. Beth snorted. She definitely would not wait for him to go rummaging around in the closets. She wanted her bitter-sweet souvenir right now, a mouthful of creamy, salty cumm. She laid a possessive hand onto his cock. "No! Please allow me." Not waiting for a response, her head dropped to his groin. She stroked his cock as she brought it to her lips. The musky taste of dick, mixed with the tanginess of her pussy juices was an appetizing cocktail that made her mouth water. She licked the shiny head, getting it all wet and slick, then she eased her lips over him. Pretty mouth gaping around his cock, she glanced up at him. His eyes were narrowed down to slits, gazing intently at her. His face was a mask of pure lust. Elroy held her gaze for a second, and then he averted his eyes. He had always been shy, ashamed of admitting to carnal lust. She lowered her eyes back to his cock, and pleasured it with her hands and mouth. She sucked it in, as she power stroked it with her hand. Her wet, hot mouth rode up and down his stem, his animal gasps and groans fuelling her lust, inspiring her to work more oral magic on his man meat. She was drooling so much now that her saliva was dripping down his stem and all over her hand. She grabbed onto his hips, and started pumping them back and forth, working more and more of his erection into her hungry mouth. Suddenly, she heard him gasp sharply. His hands slapped into her head, and he grabbed her firmly, his fingers sinking into her scalp, as his body tensed. Beth yanked his hips to her, and deep throated him with ease, pressing her nose into his pubes. She heard him roar like an animal. His cock kicked, then his cumm came gushing into her throat. After the first two spurts, she eased back and took the rest of his cumm in her mouth. Beth groaned and held onto to his jerking hips, drinking him down, until his spasms subsided. They had slept in separate bedrooms for the past two years. However, on this night, neither wanted to be alone. They cuddled next to each other. Chapter 2 The next day, Elroy drove her to the Airport. The atmosphere was heavy, like a funeral. They stood next to each other, shuffling on their feet, avoiding each other's eyes. All attempts at small talk failed. Elroy had never been talkative anyway. They were both longing for the final boarding call to release them from this uncomfortable, painful silence. Beth hated country music. But the songs with which her mother had tortured her throughout her childhood were burned permanently into her brain. Her mind was like a juke box, and she could call them up at will. Well, a morose, melancholic country song would definitely fit the mood between her Elroy right now. In her mind, she heard the audience clapping. Don Williams thanked them in his deep baritone. Then silenced, a few coughs and shuffles. And then, the opening guitar riff... Chorus: Atta way to go, you finally broke it off, Atta way to go we can't even talk, or cry, Or even wonder why, that a way to go I thought you knew I lived my life just for you, There was just no price too big to pay, And even though I know I still live for you, The feeling's that you show won't let me stay, Chorus: Accompanied by the Country and Western soundtrack, Beth looked casually around the crowded departure lounge. A young couple caught her attention. He was about 23, good looking, in smart office attire. She was a lil younger, pretty and chic. They were hugging and kissing; deeply and happily in love. You could just see it, in the way they looked at each other; the rest of the world did not seem to exist for them. The future belonged to them. Theirs was the greatest love song ever written. "Been there, done that!" Beth thought, with a lil pessimism, laced with bitterness and anger. Who could blame her. After a 10 year relationship, and 8 years of marriage, she and Elroy couldn't even find enough words to fill up the last 5 minutes of their mutual life. Atta way to go. Beth felt tears well up in her eyes, but she blinked them away. She had cried enough. The divorce had been smooth and uncomplicated. Elroy, ever rational, unemotional and logical, said it was no one's fault. They had grown in different directions. He warned her several times that she was making a big mistake, to leave it all behind, throw away everything she had been building up for the last 10 years. He would help her find another flat or house, whatever she wanted. But she couldn't seriously just quit her job, move to a city where she knew nobody, and study something with which she could hardly make money. Beth had given up trying to explain herself to him. Maybe he just could not understand her. Or maybe he was right. But she just wanted out. Out of this damn car city. Far, far away from him, the love of her life, who had stopped loving her. She had stopped loving him too, but somehow that did not seem as grievous. She gazed into his face. He had put on quite a few kilos, his busy schedule left little time for sport. However, he was still handsome. For a few seconds, Beth regretted that they had not had children. At least a child, that bore his and her features, that carried both their genes, as testimony, to the greatest love of all time, that had died a quite, unobtrusive death. Sure, they could have afforded kids. But she had never seriously thought about them, and he neither. Well, now she was a thirty year old, childless divorcee. Well, that gave her 15 more years. Maybe she would meet the right guy. Maybe not. But anyway, she told herself, there were so many children in this world, it would not make a difference if she had one or not. The boarding call came, finally. Beth reached into the back of her mind and switched off Don Williams. It was as if they suddenly both realized that their last seconds together had just commenced. Beth and Elroy hugged each other desperately. As she looked into his eyes, they were shiny. She hid her face in his jacket, and her body was wrecked by heavy sobs. Tears streamed down her cheeks and mingled with her face powder, wetting and staining his suit jacket. Just before walking through the gate, she turned, took one last look, and waved. "Fare thee well, my Knight in shining Armor", she thought, and disappeared. Elroy watched her disappear. He shoved his hands into his pockets, shuffled and bounced on his feet a couple of times, forcing back the tears. Then he turned on his heel and walked away. That was it then. Chapter 3 It was around eight in the evening as Robi (25) burst into the room of Dan, (22) his flat mate, in the two bedroom flat they shared. Dan, an average looking, blonde athlete, was sitting in front of his computer. A picture of a young, blonde chick gagging on a huge black cock filled the screen. "Hey, Dan. Where's the weed at?" Robi asked in a jovial voice, slapping the white guy's shoulder. "There," Dan replied, pushing an almost empty bag of weed to the African. Dan's blue eyes were glued to the screen, and almost bursting out of their sockets. "Damn!" Robi laughed. "You wanking or what? Should I come back later?" "No man. I'm just checking out the review of this DVD, "White wives, black cock Vol 4." "Oh yeah!" Robi giggled, "And what's it say?" Robi grabbed the mouse and moved around the page. Then he read aloud, (the following is quoted, with no alteration from myself whatsoever) Hot N**** COCKS! "Toby says Yep! The BIGGEST FATTEST LONGEST NigNog dicks on the planet. Yum! Yum! These Kunta Kintes tear the holes in these girls to kingdom come. Better job than cotton picking or shoe shining, eh? These lucky whores get pounded time after time by the horse hung humanoid apes. One tree swinger even plants his hosepipe balls deep in an ass, he plunges so deep that the young pussy has to shriek a little. If you like your golliwogs in your wife's or daughter's cunts and asses instead of in jail waiting for parole Rating: 5 out of 5 stars" Robi laughed and started rolling a joint. "You aint pissed?" Dan asked warily. "Why should I? That's an envious, black cock worshipping cracker right there. Needs to tell himself that everything about blacks is shit, except for our cocks!" Robi chuckled. "But say Dan, when you white guys watch them videos of blacks fucking white chicks, is it the sex or is it the black dicks you are after?" "Come on. Its just fascinating what huge, black cocks some of these guys have. Like that guy, fucking Mandingo, I mean, he sure packs a huge, long hose, dude!" "So, if he were here, would you go down on him and worship his black cock with your mouth? Would you suck that big black cock, white boy!" Robi laughed, lighting up the joint. "Man, instead of going out there and finding yourself a girl, you'd rather just sit there watching Mandingo fucking white chicks?" He laughed and passed him the joint. Get Your Fuck On! "Well, you watch porn too!" "Yeah, but I get my fuck on, boy! And I don't watch white boys fucking black girls, that's for sure!" Robi spotted something. "Damn! That's Kianna right there. Now baby got butt!!!! Click on her." Dan clicked, and the screen was filled with images of a pretty black girl, flashing her cootchie and striking very lascivious poses. "Say Robi, eh, do black chicks fuck better than white?" Dan asked, returning the joint. "Man, pussy is pussy. What makes the difference is if the woman is cool or not. And I can tell you, the coolest woman is the one that's lying in your bed, pussy spread wide open and begging to get fucked." Dan clicked onto an image and his jaw dropped as he gazed straight into a bald, black pussy, all spread out like the rainbow. He drowned in the bald, dark cunt, with long, furled, black lips, framing a gleaming, wet, pink-reddish slit. "I have never fucked a black chick, yunno," he said in a trembling voice. "Then stop looking at them porn pics and pick up a black chick at the party." "I don't know how to pick up black chicks," he said helplessly, as he closed the page. "Oh Dan man," the African groaned. "Alright, listen, at the party, right? You pick up a white chick, I pick up a black one. We bring them here, lay them on the bed, side by side, fuck them, slap hands like a tag team, and switch rides. Then you get to sample some black pussy, alright?" "Are you crazy, dude! They would never agree..." "Cut that weak ass crap, we wont ask them, we'll just do it! This aint no democracy, it's a DICK-tatorship! Lets get rolling." Dan nearly came in his pants, fantasizing of taking tool to a dark, sweet, chocolate sister. He had always found black women more attractive than white. Whenever he saw those sexy, half naked, steamy black girls in Hip Hop and RnB videos, all he wanted to do was jump in there and f*** them. Even when he saw Serena or Venus Williams, running around on the tennis court, in those short skirts, he wanted to f*** them. Or any alluring, dark singer, or actress on TV... Dan would have just liked to f*** the shit out of them. Several times, he had leered after black women on the street, or on campus, but he just never dared approach them. That's why he met his black women on the Internet, with a mouse in one hand, and his joystick in the other. Now, that's true fucking romance right there! Get outta here. Chapter 4 They drove to a mate of his to pick up some weed. Then they sat in the truck, in front of the party venue, smoking until all you could see through the windows were thick, fluffy white clouds of the ganja. They stumbled into the party, stoned immaculate, eyes all slanted. And all the while, Dan's cock was rock hard. He found himself a nice wall to lean on, and he was off to dreamland, where all the women looked like Tyra Banks and Haile Berry, oh yeah, plus Beyonce, and they were all his loving wives. Robi was not so much into stoned reveries, the brother was trying to get his fuck on. He stood next to Dan, feeling excited and energetic, his body swaying, feet tapping, eyes roving around, his radar trying to pick up alluring females within striking distance. Suddenly, a woman who was walking through the crowd caught his attention. She was a tall brunette, with pale skin. She looked much older than all the other people present. She must have been in her early thirties. She was tall and curvy. She had this elegant, mature look, dressed in a white, men's shirt that was draped over her medium sized tits and a short, wide, black skirt. Black, smoky, transparent stockings made her juicy thighs and athletic legs even more alluring. Her feet were in black high heels. "Damn!" Robi groaned, digging her. "Now that's a hot MILF!!!" "Where's the Mother I'd Love to Fuck?" Dan asked eagerly. "Right before your dick, son!" Robi chuckled. As if on cue, the mature brunette, who was just passing them, looked up and her blue-grayish eyes met the African's dark eyes. He smiled. She smiled back, blushed and quickly averted her eyes. Robi immediately reached for her arm and gently but firmly pulled her over. "Hi there, I'm Robi," he said warmly, taking her hand. "Hi, I am Beth." She replied shyly. Her face was alright. The big eyes were mesmerizing, the glossy, pink lips could have been a touch fuller, but they were wide, which was good for su..., yeah you know. She wasn't chubby, but wasn't too slim either. She had all the curves in the right places, especially around the hips and the ass. Robi could just imagine making MAMA bounce right back at him. She was definitely attractive. There was a touch of melancholy to her, but on the whole, the total package was FINE!!! "Say, are you a Professor or something?" Who said flattery doesn't work? "No," she laughed sweetly. She was obviously a bit drunk. "I just decided to change towns and go back to college, and make a new beginning." "So, where are you from?" "Oh, Detroit." "Damn! I didn't know they had such fine women up in Detroit. I thought all you guys had was cars, Eminem and Kid Rock and shit!" he laughed. She laughed too, and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, in a sweet, flirty way. Beth had been in town for several months now. Someone from her class had invited her along. Beth liked Robi instantly. He was slightly taller than her, and he had a lean, athletic body. His face wasn't pretty, but handsome, in a manly way. He was confident and relaxed, his deep voice was delightful on the eardrum, and his easy laugh was infectious. There was something masculine and virile about him, and he had this raw, wild, almost animal energy. Though usually shy and reserved, she decided to hang around and chat a lil. They fell into easy conversation as if they were mates. A strong vibe was flowing between them. He was feeling her, and she was feeling him. Their eyes were flirting with each other. Unconsciously, she started twirling on her shirt, and rolling her heels, feeling an excitement as they flirted. Robi liked mature American women, from 30 upwards. Some of them knew that life wasn't about living up to other people's expectations. One lady in that age group had told him, "Oh, when you get there, you either got the money, the car, the house, the security, or you're never gonna get it. So, either way, you wanna have fun in life. All I need is a good dick to make my life complete! Amen!!!" Well, he had given her that, till her husband found out and threatened to shoot his black African hide full of holes. With the guy being a member of the National Rifles Association, Robi took that shit serious. That pussy was good, but not worth dying for. As he observed Beth, he thought there was something restless about her, like she was longing for a good, thorough fuck. She was kind of shy and reserved, but she had this suppressed, wild vibe. Robi was sure the hot, vibrant MILF could be a lot of fun, in the right circumstances. "So, why did you did you leave Detroit, was something wrong?" Robi asked. Although she did not know Robi, there was something warm and compassionate about him. Beth found herself pouring her heart out to him. As she talked about her ex husband, Robi saw a cloud of sorrow and frustration descend on her. He put his hand on her back, gently, and it made her feel better. Robi was pleased to hear that she was solo. "Sorry about that. So how many kids do you have?" "None..." Beth answered. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, a healthy, beautiful, grown up woman like yourself, and you cant even manage to get pregnant? Do you want me to explain to you how kids are made?" he teased. "Of course I know how kids are made, stupid!" she giggled and slapped his arm. "Its just that, well, there was no place for kids in our lives." "So, what were you working for? What did you do, buy a jumbo jet? Explain it to me please," he asked, his smile teasing her. Beth shifted uncomfortably on her feet. "Well, do you have kids yourself, if you think they are such a good idea?" "No. I haven't met the right woman. But when I do, I'm knocking her up!!!" he gave a dirty laugh. "Well, it was just as well we didn't have kids, seeing as how it turned out." Beth said, her eyes turning sorrowful. "Oh, come now Beth," he squeezed the small of her back, sending shivers up and down her spine. "If you were my woman, you can be damn sure I'd be knocking you up and making sure there were plenty, pretty, happy lil Beths running around the planet." Robi said earnestly, and Beth felt a ripple of pride and a thrill from his words. "And I think you would look beautiful pregnant," he added, and squeezed her back again. They looked into each other's eyes. Time seemed to stand still. Beth felt her heart hammering in her chest. She could just imagine this wild African pressing her thighs wide apart and stabbing her with his spear, pumping her insides full of his fertile sperm and knocking her up. Suddenly, she discovered just how hot and wet her pussy was. Or maybe it had been for a while, and she was just noticing, coz you couldn't get that wet in a second. Suddenly, she felt scared. There was a funny feeling in her stomach. "Eh, please excuse me Robi... I have to look for my friend. Maybe we can chat again later," she stuttered, feeling woozy. "Gimme your number. I'll call you up about them babies. Maybe I will find you a guy who can KNOCK YOU UP!!!" he laughed dirtily. Beth gave him her number and left, with a bounce to her step and a swing to her hip. Robi looked after her for a while, so beautiful, and yet so lonely and sad. He would definitely be calling her up. When he had talked babies to her, his heart was like... He almost felt like running after her. Chapter 5 Robi decided to concentrate on the mission. He looked at Dan who was leaning against the wall, dreaming of giving it to Ashante and Tony Braxton. "Hey Danny boy, start looking for the sweet lil blonde whilst I hook us up with a sista. Make sure you find a bona fide slut, not some prissy lil Baptist good girl." Robi mingled with the crowd, and soon bumped into Elaine, a 24 year old dark, sexy black chick who studied History, and played field hockey. She was tall, and slender, with thick breasts and a thick, round, brown ass. Elaine was looking hot, dressed in a black fishnet top, with a semi transparent black bra underneath, and a pair of ass hugging black longs. Robi had had a fling with Elaine, she was a fine booty mama and she was wicked in bed. She was very intelligent, but rather complicated and moody. She wanted to have fun, but wasn't yet ready for a commitment. Sometimes, when he met her, she would tell him that all men were dogs. On other times she would say, "lets fuck like dogs." On this evening, the bootylicious, dark princess was in good spirits and very amiable to Robi. He did not waste time; he was all in her face in a second, hitting on her and giving her a hit of the bomb-azz weed. Elaine could tell instantly that Robi had plans for her fine, thick ass and his big dick. But she wasn't ill disposed to his amorous advances. She knew his dick wasn't trash. Elaine was feeling horny. She hadn't sex in over a month, and she had a nasty itch in her pussy that needed to be soothed by an enduring erection. She needed to get her fuck on that night, and Robi was heaven sent. So she didn't waste time either, she pulled him to the dance floor and they were soon doing the bump and grind. She put that ass on him like Fat Joe and Ashante. And just to remove any doubts he might have had, she pushed her thick tits into his chest and cupped his firm butt through his jeans, giving the brother a squeeze. Then they were tongue kissing. Then, just in case he was a real idiot, and still hadn't caught on, she whispered in his ear, "Don't smoke too much of that weed boy, I don't want you sleeping on the job, alright!" "Don't even worry about it!" Robi responded. "I'll put you through overtime, baby girl! Put that on my homies!" Dan was standing against the wall, watching his mans bumping and grinding and lip-sucking on the crowded dance-floor, thinking, "Damn! Why cant I do that shit?" Dan, a kid from an upper middle class family, always felt like there was something in his head that held him back, like he couldn't let go 100% and enjoy life. He was amazed and envious of the carefree way in which his African mate went about things. If he saw a girl he liked, he tried his luck (as in, he tried to have an intellectual discussion, not what you are thinking... Ha, ha, ha.). If she said "fuck no!" he didn't give a fuck. He was like, "So many fish in the sea." Now if ol' Dan would hit on a chick and she said no, he would need 6 months to recover from the trauma and build up his self confidence again. As a result, he did not even dare hit on chicks. Beth stood against the wall watching Robi and Elaine. On one hand she felt jealous and pissed, seeing the guy who'd sent the color rising to her cheeks, now getting down with another girl. She almost felt as if he was cheating on her. But on the other hand, seeing them dancing, kissing and fondling each other aroused her. There was a tangible sexual tension between the two. The dark girl was certainly pretty and voluptuous, and the sexy way she moved... Damn! "No way I could compete with that hot, sexy, young, dark thing," she said to herself, feeling envy, and a lil pissed off at black women in general, and that one in particular. For a second, her tipsy mind considered just going and bashing her. But the black chic looked rather formidable, like a slimmer version of Serena. No thank you. Better to just lose the dude and feel pissed, than lose the dude and get bashed. But as Beth gazed at the black belle, she decided she wouldn't mind dancing with her either, or just sliding in between them and shaking the booty. Now that would be... "My, are we libidinous tonight, Beth," she chuckled. Beth started feeling kind of pissed off at her ex husband for last two almost sexless years. Beth had always been a faithful soul, who never cheated. 3 years earlier, when their conjugal sexual activities had started declining, she had gone and bought herself a long, slim Vibrator with six different settings, and they had been best friends ever since, close like butter and toast. "No wonder I'm getting horny from watching those two," she said to herself, feeling the moisture seep into her soaked panties. She was sure those two young blacks would be fucking that night. She could just imagine it, raw, fiery, unbridled passion, loud moans and sharp cries, bedsprings creaking... dirty, sweaty vigorous humping, laced with dirty talk, cuss words... exactly what she needed. Her panties got even wetter! Beth suddenly jumped out of her aroused reverie as she realized that Robi had caught her ogling them. He smiled and winked, and she blushed and looked away. Chapter 6 Dan jumped when Robi came and asked him how far he had gone in sorting out his half of the deal. He told him to get his ass off the wall and get moving. There were so many hot, drunk, white girls around, and he needed to get his pimping on. Dan walked through the crowded party, seeing hot girls everywhere, most of whom he would have ravished on the spot, sticking a dick up in them Peter North style. But... Dan looked alright, girls liked him, and he could get into conversation relatively easily. The problem was that his closing was weak. He always ended up making friends with girls instead of making mad, passionate love. And that was just something that pissed him off about girls. He wanted to punish them all Peter North style, by... Which he would have done in the first place anyway, if they'd only just let him... Damn! Robi started getting impatient. Elaine was itchy and she wanted to get home and get her fuck on. They cornered Dan and raised the pressure. "Hey man, you got 30 more minutes to sort your shit out, otherwise me and Elaine here are fucking off!" "What's he gotta sort out?" Elaine asked, keeping her ass pressing and grinding into Robi's cock, just to remind him of the finer things in life which he could be enjoying, if they just left the damn party. "Man, look at you. Is that how you get your pimping on, is standing with your back to the wall, like an old ass tired man?" he sneered. "Man, yunno these bitches are fucked. I'm like, "Whats up?" and they wanna tell me about their boyfriend's and shit and ask me for stupid advice. What the fuck do I look like?" Dan sneered, mad at all girls, and ogling Elaine greedily. "Man, I aint gonna go off and find your ass a white chick, you hear?" "Are you horny?" Elaine teased, smiling naughtily, as she reached between Dan's thighs and cupped his cock. If he wasn't too stoned, Dan would have just run away. Bolted right out of there, like a bat outta hell. Elaine laughed at his discomfort and gave his hot, throbbing hardness a squeeze. "You got a flashlight in there, white boy?" she teased. Dan laughed nervously, feeling relieved as Elaine took her hand away. The sweet girl didn't even know how close he came to just shooting it right in her palm. "Well, how about we just go home and have a sandwich then?" Elaine suggested with a dirty laugh, "That way, if one dick is trash, I got a spare wheel in the motherfucker!" "So, Elaine, you wanna fuck this sleepy white boy here?" Robi asked, patting Dan's shoulder. Elaine looked Dan over. Dan blushed. "Well, he does looks kind of sleepy, but he's cute. And his dick is alright. Do you wanna fuck me? Or do you just wanna stare at me all night?" she teased him. Dan's jaw worked but no sound came out. "Of course he does. So Dan, here is your black girl, and the Orgy is dead. The Orgy is DEAD!!!" He eased Elaine at Dan. "You know, he is feening for black pussy." "You never slept with a black girl?" She glowered at him. Dan shook his head. "You a racist?" "No, no, no!!!" Dan said frantically. "Chill, man! I'm just trippin!" Elaine laughed. "What you scared of. Somebody told you black chicks bite or what the fuck?" she teased him, and stroked his cheek. "Damn! I'm gonna enjoy my self with you tonight," she giggled nastily. Dan felt exhilarated and scared at the same time. In some part of his brains, he had always been scared of these people. Not of Robi, coz he came from Africa, but of these ones. The African Americans. However, as Elaine turned her back to him and leaned into his body, that felt good. He eased his arms around her, and she felt warm and soft. All woman. He hoped though that she wouldn't keep grinding that ass into him. She was playing with fire right there, orgy or no orgy. Dan started feeling the music swaying with Elaine. Robi winked at his mans and walked away. Fuck the orgy, he wanted to find Mama and talk babies. Chapter 7 Robi walked through the crowd "searching", like Mary J Blige, without the Villa and the millions. He found her chatting with a couple of younger girls. He placed a hand on her lower back, and she turned to face him. He kept his hand right on the small of her back. Baby was vibrant, for sure. And tipsy. "Wassup, Beth," he greeted as if they were old friends. "Oh, hi there, Robi it was, wasn't it?" the tipsy lady asked, surprised, yet delighted to see him. And she was savoring the pressure of his hand on her neglected flesh, feeling like doing a little wiggle. "Yeah, how is the party going? How come you aint dancing?" "Oh, I suppose I am getting a bit too old for that," she giggled. "No, come on... You're sexy, elegant, classy and crispy," he said with a charming smile, making her blush. "Here," he passed her a joint. Beth rarely smoked weed, but something in her was feeling adventurous. After several pulls, she felt the drug enter her already intoxicated brain and just explode, making her feel comfy and lackadaisical. Get Your Fuck On! They chatted a few minutes, flirting heavily. Beth had to admit that the young, dark guy turned her on. She caught him ogling her, and she ogled him right back. She liked what she saw, so pushed against the hand that was feeling so good on her lower back. Beth felt very nervous and jittery, as he led her to the dance floor. She hadn't gone dancing in ages. Let alone to this RnB music. But Robi simply took her hand and led her. He tried to dance with her and get lil groove thing going. But Beth was too self conscious. Of course, she could shake a lil tail feather. But after Robi had told her that he worked part time as a dance instructor, that hadn't induced much confidence. Noticing the damsel's distress, and being the gentleman he was, Robi moved closer to help her out, sliding his arms around her waist, pulling her warm, soft body into his, and cupping her ass. He didn't like grab it and squeeze it, the way his hands were itching to do. Like a true gentleman (yeah right), he laid his hands on her cheeks, let them flutter about lightly, just checking out the lay of the land, making sure that baby really had butt. He felt her body shiver, then she giggled and pinched him lightly, but she didn't say, "Take them damn hands off the money-maker," so he let them domiciliate there temporarily, just holding the booty, but not really squeezing. "Damn! Not yet boys!" he kept telling his itchy hands. Robi held her close and moved them this way and that. Beth was glad to just let him take control and lead her. Not that they went very far. Whilst all around them danced and showed off the latest styles, they swayed a lil bit, only conscious of each other. Beth leaned into him, her soft, warm body melting into his. That felt good. She looked up at him, and his dark face cracked into a smile. Beth found herself smiling back, and squeezing his upper arms. His arms wrapped tighter around her, and it felt good. Beth felt herself just seem to float, and lose herself in the moment. She laid her head on his chest and started stroking his arms and shoulders. Robi sighed, inhaling her shampoo. Mama was so soft and warm, and she was driving him wild with desire. He just managed to stop his hands from grabbing her ass and pulling her against his raging cock. Reminding himself that patience was a virtue, he started stroking her back, running his fingers lightly up and down. She seemed to tremble, and rub her face into his chest, and then her arms slid around his middle, to embrace him possessively. Robi pulled her hips closer, and she gasped as she felt his hard, raging cock pressing into her hot, steamy wetness. Just as things were getting very interesting however, the music stopped suddenly, and some fool started making some foolish announcements, getting a lot of feed back on the mike, ruining Beth and Robi's romantic mood. Robi kissed her forehead, took Beth's hand, and squeezed it warmly as he led her from the dance floor. She squeezed back, and slid her dainty fingers between his, to hold on tightly. "Listen Beth, me and my friends 're about to break out, and I'd like to invite you to come along with us. We're having a little party." "Where, and with whom?" "At my place, with me and my mans and my home girl, over there," Robi nodded at Dan and Elaine. Beth looked over, and was surprised to see Robi's "home-girl" now standing with her big, juicy butt resting, or rather popping lasciviously on the shy, reserved white guy's crotch. Beth thought about it for a few seconds. She didn't know this guy. She was new in town. She couldn't just go off with them, now could she? That would be just too adventurous. No, that definitely wasn't her. "Alright," she said. "Just lemme look for my friend and tell her that I am leaving," she gave his hand a squeeze and turned on her heel, heart beating like a drum. "Oh, we'll just have a couple of drinks and then I will go home," she said to herself. "Yeah, right!" her excited pussy retorted. Robi walked up to Elaine and Dan, smiling. Elaine was now basically sitting on Dan's cock, and pushing her fat ass on him. "You hooked up with that mature chick?" "Definitely," he said to Elaine. "So, what was that about the orgy?" Elaine asked with a naughty twinkle in her eye. "The idea was to pick a black and a white chick, and get real nasty!" he laughed dirtily. Dan nearly ran away, embarrassed, and scared that Elaine was gonna kick their asses. As she turned to look at him, he blushed and nearly sank in the floor. But she only smiled naughtily. "Gimme 80 bucks!" she said, holding out her hand. "Are you crazy girl. You're not making my boy pay for no pussy!" Robi interjected. "If you guys wanna have an orgy, we need some E, n****!!! I wanna fuck tonight man, I'm so serious and I'm so, so sincere." "Gosh!" Dan swore, his eyes bursting out of their sockets. He gave her 100 dollars real fast, their food money for the next week. Beth came to join them, carrying her jacket and handbag. Elaine came back smiling and winking naughtily. Then they were off. Chapter 8 Robi and Beth sat in the back whilst Elaine rode shotgun upfront, with Dan. "We'll stop at a shop and get some drinks for the what's-its-name, alright?" Dan said, dreaming about glorious things to come. Robi rolled two joints, passed one to Elaine and lit up the second. They passed the joint back and forth as the car rolled smoothly. Robi slid his arm nonchalantly around her shoulders and Beth leaned into him. As he started stroking her back, she liked it, so she started stroking his belly. Beth made herself cozy on his warm body, feeling good. The weed was making her relax completely. The worries that usually crowded her head, questions future, this and that, they all seemed just fade away into the distant background. The bass vibes coming from the powerful car stereo massaged her ears and her body. Beth exhaled thick clouds of pungent ganja/sensimilla/weed smoke, a dreamy smile on her face. They pulled up at an all night shop, and Elaine and Dan climbed out. "So, Beth, how're you feeling?" Robi asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, the gentle touch of his finger electrifying her. "Good," Beth responded, smiling languidly. The fluorescent light was making her skin seem real white and Robi's look very dark. She saw his hand approach and stroke her chin softly. Beth felt excited. "Damn Beth, you are a hot MILF," he said thickly. "What's that?" she asked, smiling shyly. "I didn't coin it," he gave a filthy, guttural laugh, "But it means, Mother I'd love to fuck." "What!" she exclaimed and chuckled. "Well, unfortunately, as you know, I don't have kids," she finished through a dry throat. "But I'd still love to fuck ya," he chuckled, and then his dark face descended on hers. Beth sat still, paralyzed, as his thick, dark lips pressed into hers. He kissed her gently, his tongue running over her lips, wetting them. His breath filled her nostrils, hot, flavored with beer and weed. His thick lips started sucking on hers. She felt him nibble and pull on them playfully. Then he licked on the insides of her lower lip. She suddenly felt woozy, and her body trembling. With a soft gasp, she opened her mouth for him. His thick, hot tongue eased into her mouth and searched for hers, inviting it to a dance. Beth's tongue danced with one other than Elroy's for the first time in ten years. She moaned into his mouth, feeling herself just melt like jelly. She was glad as he slid his arms around her, otherwise she would have just fallen on her back and probably given him the wrong impression. When he pulled back from their gentle kiss, she almost moaned with disappointment. "So, how did you like our first kiss?" he asked, a dazzling smile cracking his dark face. Beth turned and looked into the shop window, heart thumping like a drum, feeling too giddy and blissful to speak. She cleared her throat and caught her breath. She spotted Elaine and Dan standing in a long queue. She turned back to Robi. "I loved it," she said softly. He leaned in and kissed her lips, once, twice, thrice, just short wet kisses, that made her feel lightheaded, and left her screaming for more. "So, what's up you MILF. Do you want me to fuck you?" he teased her, lips so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath. His eyes were glinting like shiny marbles. "Oh please stop using such crude language!" she chuckled hoarsely and pinched him lightly. "You're making a poor old divorcee wet," she caught the shivers as the words rolled over her tongue. "Cool," he hugged her closer, and kissed her again, this time forcefully, as he ran his hands up and down her back. He was a good kisser, and she found herself yielding. As his thick lips closed over hers and his thick tongue invaded her mouth again, she was ready for him, she licked and sucked right back. Beth swooned, feeling tingly from the hands running all over her body. She was dimly aware of them sliding in under her shirt, touching her skin, sinking into her flesh, setting her body on fire. Her pent up passion burst forth, and an incensing arousal took a grip of her senses. "Oh!!!" she exhaled sharply into his mouth, and her arms snaked around his body and pulling his hot, virile young body to hers. She pressed her breasts forcefully into his chest, grinding them into his muscles to relieve the itch in her nipples. She pushed her hungry mouth at his, lunging so that they bumped heads. "Sorry," she giggled into his mouth, then they were kissing and necking lustfully, groping and fondling each other frenziedly. As his hands roved all over her hips and thighs, she reached under his shirt and grabbed his hot, firm, young flesh. His muscles were hard, yet his skin was soft to the touch. Beth wanted more! More contact with his body, and his hot muscles, and she wanted it like yesterday. Feeling an aggressive wantonness, Beth scurried onto her knees on the seat. She pushed him back and fell over him, showering kisses and licks all over his cheeks, chin and neck whilst her impatient hands tugged and pulled at his shirt. "These things have buttons for a purpose, yunno," he teased. "They make it easier to get to the booty." "But the others..." she stuttered, her hands itching to rip his shirt off. "They will mind their fucking business." "And your girl?" Beth was a bit worried. She did not want the athletic, young, black girl to bash her stoned, mature, white ass. "She is not my girl, we just fuck sometimes... Don't worry," Robi chuckled. "You are such a bastard!" Beth gasped, feeling like celebrating. She threw another quick look into the shop. They were still in the long-ass queue. Thank God for sleepy shot assistants. Beth's shaky fingers literary ripped his buttons open. His dark muscles seemed to gleam alluringly in the fluorescent light. Robi grabbed her by the back of the head, and kissed her hard, making her shudder with wild lust. He pushed her head to his muscular chest, and Beth felt his hot muscles burning into cheek. She inhaled deeply, he smelt of deo and sweat, a musky, male aroma that intoxicated her. She felt an overpowering lust for his dark, male flesh. Her mouth opened and she was licking and kissing and sucking on his muscles. She felt one of his palms force itself between her buttons. She was so impatient she just ripped the three top buttons open for him. As she felt his big hand slide inside her bra and cup a soft, fleshy breast, she groaned with gratification and dove back to his dark meat, smearing her wet lips all over him. He pulled a tit out of her bra and tweaked her nipple as his other hand went up and down her thighs, sliding on her stockings. She felt his fingers slide under her skirt and meet the bare skin of her thigh. Up it went, to her ass. He cupped a hot buttock. It felt like firm jelly. He grabbed the cheek tightly, digging his fingers in, making her cry into his chest, shuddering. Then his hand was roaming all over her juicy, round butt. "O-o-o-o-o! Yes!!!" she cried, voicing the joy of her so long neglected body. Her hand leapt to his groin. She felt a hot, lively hardness in his pants that made her wanna shout with joy. She grabbed, and squeezed and fondled feverishly. Robi moaned, his hips rolling wildly. "Ah!!!!" a guttural moan escaped her. Beth was so incensed with lust that she was trembling. Her mouth lunged at his and she kissed him fiercely. Robi's hand unzipped his pants and she felt his thick, throbbing cock slide into her palm. She gasped with shock! She couldn't be doing this in a car! She shouldn't! But she did not pull back. Her fingers were already grabbing his cock possessively as she leaned back to take a look. In the light, his dick was like a dark club, in her small, white hand. Her other hand must have gotten jealous because she was soon double fisting him, and wanking and squeezing him feverishly, groaning with lust. "Damn! You're so horny!!!" Robi gasped. He eased her towards his cock. "No! Not in the car," Beth gasped, her mouth drooling with desire... His hand slid down between her cheeks and snatched her wet, soaking cunt in a tight, squeezing grip, causing tremors and tiny explosions. Robi was shocked and incensed to discover how wet the sweet MILF was. His senses started reeling with lust. "Fuck Beth. I want you to suck my cock right here, in the back of this truck! Lets get down and dirty baby..." he whispered in her ear, in a thick, lust filled voice, and nibbled on her lobe, as his thumb rubbed into her soaked, smeared, sticky gusset. She wanted to tell that he surely, he did not expect her to suck his cock in the backseat of a car, just a few meters from a shop, like some cheap slut. But she never bothered to, coz she didnt feel like lying. She did not have to fight his gentle but persistent arm that was pushing her head towards his cock. She fought her body, that just wanted to lunge at his cock. What little part of her sanity still remained didn't want him to know just how desperate she was for his cock. It seemed to take her an eternity to reach her destiny, but finally Beth felt his hot rod against her cheek. The intoxicating scent of his maleness sent her senses reeling. She did not think anymore, she just acted, her primal instincts leading her. She worshipped the dark, hot cock with her mouth and her hands, licking it, pumping and draining it and pulling her wet, succulent lips all over it, suckling on the big, engorged stem eagerly. And the young buck loved the shit, the way he was groaning non stop and growing bigger and harder all the time.. She was faintly aware of his thumb easing in under her gusset, and sliding into her dripping gash. He rolled it around her sensitive opening... "Oh yes... Yes..." she gasped and licked his cock with ardor. "Fuck! Beth. You're so fucking wet! Suck my cock! Take that black dick into your mouth Beth!" he rasped at her as his thumb slid deeper into her cunt. Beth took his cock into her mouth. As she felt his hard, throbbing meat between her lips, she froze and gave a long, prolonged moan, relishing feeling his big, throbbing organ filling up her mouth. She kept her mouth pressed tightly around his meat as she went down slowly, down, down, till she felt his hardness reach the back of her mouth. She held it there, forcing her jaws wider apart to give her tongue a lil room to play around with the sweet, hot, hard cock. When she finally needed a breather, she slowly pulled her head up, until only the thick head remained in her mouth. Gasping for breath through her flaring nostrils, she smeared the thick, fleshy bulbous tip all around her mouth, feeling it on her gums, the insides of her lips, the insides of her cheeks, and every part of her damn mouth, mewing and moaning to bear testimony to her sheer delight. She pulled her lips off his cock with a loud, wet, succulent plop, sat back on her haunches and gazed at the gleaming dark erection that she palming, gasping and cooing sweetly. "Oh damn Beth. You sure know how to eat a dick," she heard him rasp. "Gosh, you must think I'm such a fucking slut!" she gasped. Robi groaned and started pleasuring her cunt back, jamming his entire thumb into her cunt, rolling it round and round whilst his fingers stroked her shaved pubes, unleashing tiny bolts of lightning in her cunt that seemed to incense her. Beth snorted and lunged at his cock, gobbling him up and throwing her lips to the shit like Jenna J in her best days. The sounds of her delightful slurps, smacks and moans, accompanied by Robi's gratified groans filled the cabin like you were live at a blow-job porn film set. Robi raised his hips and pushed his longs down. He parted his legs and groaned with pleasure as Beth's lips left his cock, to slide his stem. Then the MILF was slavishly licking his balls. Beth felt so excited as she felt his fat, hard balls against her lips. Her head ringing, her hot, wet tongue slithered like a snake and wrapped around his balls. She kissed them and sucked them into her mouth, one after the other. She hummed deeply, and felt his body jerk and twitch. Those fucking big balls were full of cumm, and she wanted their creamy contents to gush into her mouth. She went up his cock, leaving her palm to massage and coax his balls into rewarding her for being such a sweet, horny slut. She gobbled his cock back into her mouth, right where it belonged. "MMMMMMM!!!" she groaned continuously, deep in her chest, feasting on her after party man meat snack and loving it. All that mattered to her now was gorging herself on his throbbing, virile man meat. Her mouth sank deeper and deeper on his length. She felt him at the back of her mouth, and bore down on him, forcing him into her throat. Her chin, her hands, his cock and his entire groin were soon bathed in her drool. Robi gazed in awe at the pale face that was giving him incensing, maddening pleasure. She put so much suction on his cock that her cheeks caved in like a toothless granny, only she was one bad ass, 30 year old MILF putting in thorough work. His hips shuddered and his breath came in gasps. Beth realized that he was getting close. Her hand massaged and squeezed his bursting balls as the other stroked up and down his saliva coated cock, cork screwing, squashing his meat, as she blew and ate his dick, daring it to get bigger and harder and finally reward her mouth with a tasty, creamy shower. The thought of Robi cumming in her mouth made her senses reel, and her mouth drooled even more. She bobbed her head faster, her drooling mouth squelching loudly around his meat. "Oh fuck, yeah!!! Beth!!!" Robi cried out, his hips leaping from the seat. She pressed him down, and kept him embedded deep in her throat, as she felt his balls become stone hard and jump in her palm. His cock seemed to swell up and just explode violently. Suddenly, a thick torrent of cumm burst into her throat. She fought her gagging reflexes and kept him in there for another spurt! His cumm shot like a bullet down her throat and straight into her belly. Feeling elated, Beth pulled back and took the next bursts into her mouth. The taste of fresh, creamy cumm drove her mad. She drank him down greedily, just as fast as she could. The young buck kept pumping more cream into her mouth, and some started to run down her chin. Finally, his cumming subsided and she felt him sink bank into the seat. Feeling very satisfied and content, Beth licked his cock and balls clean, chasing after every tasty drop of cumm. By the time she was finished, his cock was beginning to harden again. "Fuck, are you a sex maniac!!!" she teased, giggling, her excited hands starting to wank him again as she gobbled his soft head into her mouth.