Invent Op

As they walked the paths looking into the cages at the various animals they talked of the extinctions and of the once common animals that are now rare. Both were interested in conservation and talked of the tragedy of what was happening in the world. More embarrassing, they thought, were the extinctions in their own region, the loss of the numbats, bilbys, bandicoots, quolls, sticknest rats and so many species.
Holding hands they walked, pausing to see animals that had come from all over the world and now resided only in zoos like this because of the destruction of their habitat. Locked in cages, within the walls of the zoo, the animals vegetate and the skills necessary to live in the wild are lost. Worst of all, where were the people? The zoo was meant to educate but no-one had come to be educated on this Earth Day. They resolved that they would make a donation. But it seemed a hollow gesture.
The subject was depressing and there had to be some meaningful conclusion. In silence they walked for a time before she said,
“You know, if all the people were in the cages perhaps the world would be better.” He looked at her carefully.
“True,” he said, ” But with an exception. ” When she looked at him, puzzled as to what he meant, he continued, “You! You’re the exception, I don’t want you to be locked in a cage! ” They both smiled for a moment.
“But I’d visit you!” he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
She knew he’d thought of something,
“Why would you visit me?” she asked.
“I’d visit because you’d be naked!” Suddenly they laughed and quickly stepping forward she lightly pummeled his chest with the heels of her hands to demonstrate her mock frustration. He loved her demonstrativeness and catching her, gently kissed her.
Holding hands they giggled at the lion’s cage where one slept with his bum towards them and they saw his testicles hanging.
“Mmmmmm” she murmured. She stood in front of him at the tigers’ cage and he rested his hands on her shoulders.
“Make a good rug,” he quietly said and imagined a fireplace with a roaring fire.
“Yes!” she agreed and hoped he was thinking the same things she was. They read the sign which told of the tiger breeding program.
“Can’t be too bad living here,” he said.
She laughed, then seriously,
“At least the tiger’s penises are being used the way they’re meant to be, not dried and ground up for sale as aphrodisiacs!”
The zebras stood under the shade of a tree, as they looked he put his hands on her hips and they stood enjoying their contact.
“Another good rug,” she chuckled.
“With an open fire, marshmallows and wine - mmmmm!” he added. She sighed, with her approval.
At the next cage his hands linked around her waist. She leaned back to look up at the giraffe and exposed a little more cleavage. She pulled his arms tighter around her and when she leaned back again his arms under her breasts pushed them higher. She could feel his eyes focus as he looked down her low cut top at the bulging swell of her breasts and sighed when he kissed her.
“Chocolates too!” he said softly.
There was no need to point at the sheep enclosure, the ram’s testicles were monsters. “Wow!” she whispered, and she pushed herself back against him to feel his erection. She could feel his cock as her breasts softly rested on his arms. They both looked around to be sure they were alone, then his hands cupped her breasts and with her hands over his she held them to her. She wiggled her bum to tease his cock and gauge its dimensions.
“Mmmm! I think I’ve found my aphrodisiac!”
“I hope you have a different kind of grinding in mind,” he whispered and kissed her neck. He laughed when she had the last word.
“Don’t worry; I’ll dry it out for you.” She turned her head to kiss him and as they kissed he undid one of her shirt buttons. Breaking the kiss she looked down at her more exposed cleavage and giggled.
She turned in his arms and kissed him again while she undid two of his shirt buttons and said with an exaggerated innocence,
“I think we’re beginning to blend with this environment!”
He did a small jig for her, his feet energetic as they tapped out a rhythm and with a flourish he bowed before her with his arms outstretched so she could look down his shirt. She saw his chest, the defined muscles and sparse hair around his small nipples. Then he stood before her grinning, waiting for her to respond.
“Mmmm!” she murmured. Peeling the strap of her bag from her shoulder she handed it to him to hold and as she bowed her breasts spilled forward in her bra to extend her cleavage.
“Wow!” When she straightened she giggled with delight, he held her and they kissed with busy tongues.
Arm in arm, they walked on, and talked quietly of the setting.
“You’ve forgotten something.”
“Pillows?” he asked with a smile.
“No, some thing much more important than pillows!” They bought icecreams and when a drip fell to the top of her breast he wiped it up with his finger.
“Well?” she asked as she pulled his hand to her and licked the icecream off his finger.
He leaned forward to kiss her and with a giggle,
“You! You are invited!”
They laughed,
“Well, thank you!” Then, with a gleam in her eyes she asked, “Will the occasion be formal or casual?”
“You’ll be encouraged to be very, very casual, perhaps “natural” would be the word!” he said and they both laughed.
Somehow, they got lost and found themselves at the new monkey cage. Though the workmen had finished, the cage was still empty. There was no-one around and together they stood and wondered, what monkey would want to live in there? Together they looked and read the sign about the new breeding program and the establishment of a breeding environment. He went to the gate to see if he could get in. The gate was unlocked, with a push it opened and he entered.
He gave her a smile and on the new cement he did a good cartwheel. She held out a peanut which he took, extracted the nuts from the shell and ate them.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” he pretended to be a monkey.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” he let go of the bars, ran around the cage with his knees bent and his body hunched in a monkey posture.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” he somersaulted on the floor, then ran to the side of the cage and climbed to the top of the bars. He jumped off and was rewarded with a peanut.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Agh! Agh! Agh!” Around the cage he ran, stooped in a monkey fashion. There was no swing, no dangling rope, so he ran towards her, jumped and catching the bars he hung and swung in front of her. Surprised, she laughed when he held out his hand and refused to reward him
.
“I want more, much more!” she whispered and licked her lips.
She began humming a stripper’s tune and giggled. He laughed as he took off his shirt and twirled it round over his head. She clapped her hands as she jumped up and down and her breasts bounced as the shirt floated towards her. He approached and she held out a peanut as she hummed the tune again. They both laughed and he broke away to kick off his shoes and socks as he resumed the monkey posture. He accepted the offered peanut as she hummed and giggled and then on all fours he went to the centre of the cage. As he stood, his pants fell to his feet and he kicked them towards her.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Augh! Augh!” he ran round the cage, his jocks bulged with his erection, she could see it’s length as his cock strained at the top pushing against the elastic. Another peanut, she held it out for him and as he reached to take it she dropped it down the front of her shirt and grinned. Quickly his hand went through the bars and inside her shirt to pluck the peanut from her cleavage.
At the same time she reached through the bars and tried to grab his cock but he was too fast, she managed to grab his jocks and the head of his cock popped out from under them. She pouted her disappointment as his tongue pushed out his lower lip to make him more monkey like and hide his teasing grin as he moved away, giggling.
“Dare you!” she whispered and started to hum the music.
He checked that they were alone, then ran to the back of the cage and grabbed the bars, climbed to the top and jumped back to the floor. She watched and saw that with his movement more of his cock was exposed, she could see the dark red head and some of the shaft under it. He did a vertical jump and hooking his fingers under the sides of his jocks as he landed they slid down his legs to the floor. She watched as his bum was revealed, tight and smooth with well defined muscles. He looked over his shoulder to see her teasing grin while she watched and waited. He winked and she chuckled, her hands pulled her face to the bars, intent and not wanting to miss anything.
Slowly he started to turn and suddenly did a cartwheel, with his legs out straight and spread apart, it was so quick she didn’t see anything and she sighed with disappointment. She held out a peanut, hoping to tempt him to come closer. He continued to cartwheel across the cage floor, and abruptly he stopped, at the back of the cage in front of her.
With his back to her he started to thump his chest and shouted a Tarzan call. Slowly he turned and his cock came into view, it stretched from a jungle of black hair up his belly and twitched. She stared at it, wanting him to come closer, as his Tarzan cry tailed off into silence and he raised his hands above his head as though in surrender. He winked and unexpectedly somersaulted to stand against the bars in front of her, took the peanut and puckered his lips. She kissed him. As she reached for his cock he somersaulted away and ran to the back of the cage.
Catching hold of the bars over the top of the cage, hand over hand he swung towards her. Enthralled, she watched his display, nothing hidden now, she felt so wet and with her heart rate fast she licked her lips. Hand over hand he approached, the powerful muscles of his arms and torso made it seem easy, all limbs controlled except one and it bobbed and twitched in front of her. He was too high, she took off her shoulder bag and stood on it, her mouth was dry and she licked her lips trying to wet them. She hauled herself up the bars and hanging on opened her mouth and waited. One more hand stop and he was against the bars, the other hand joined it and he hung there.
She took his cock into her mouth and sucked. He sighed as he slowly transferred his grip, together they slid down the bars until he stood while she kneeled and sucked him. Her hands touched and fondled and she started to work his cock seeking the juice inside.
Through the bars he reached and tenderly lifted her to stand in front of him. As they kissed with open mouths he undid the buttons on her shirt and the clasp of her bra. He helped her shrug them from her shoulders to fall in a heap around her. She pressed herself to the bars, her breasts protruded through them and he licked and sucked a nipple while he rolled the other with his fingers. Then he changed breasts while his other hand gently undid the button and zip on her jeans and slid them down with her knickers. She stepped out of them and naked they stood, her hands pressed his head to her breasts.
She raised him to kiss his lips, grasped his cock through the bars and wanted more as her hands once more began to stroke him. Delicately he explored, feeling the softness of her breasts and slowly traced his fingers down to feel her soft pubic hair. With one extended finger he separated her and felt her slippery lips. She pulled his hips against the bars and hoping to fuck she thrust towards him, but the bars were thick and penetration was impossible.
Suddenly she pushed him away, ran to the gate, opened it and entered. He ran from one side of the cage to the other and jumped to cling to a bar as he watched.
” Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! ” On all fours she walked towards the wooden logs at the centre of the cage. He swung from the bar, a smile on his face pleased with the role she had adopted. On all fours he approached and kissed her. He tried to put his head under her to muzzle her nipples and she chuckled as she went past.
She moved alongside him and pushed her self under, he propped as she took his erection into her mouth and sucked. Slowly she pulled off stretching his cock until there was a quick intake of air as he popped from her mouth. He propped further as she sucked his balls into her mouth, the suction sent tingles up his spine and she gently bit him, her teeth compressing his vulnerable softness. As she released him, one ball slid to its escape and then the other to break the wet vacuum. She kissed his balls as he moved behind her and with his head gently butted her bum. She continued on hands and knees to where she was pleased to be on the cushion of sawdust, behind the logs where they could be partly hidden. She rolled onto her back with her knees up and spread wide.
He approached, and between her legs leaned forward to kiss, kisses to her forehead, her eyelids soft, her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, her chin, down her neck to muzzle and suck her nipples and swirl his tongue around. Her hands glided over him and delivered their finger touch magic as slowly he moved down her torso with kisses and licks.
His chin touched her pubic hair and going around the curly triangle he moved with kisses down her inner thigh. Then up with licks and kisses he once more went around the triangle of hair to lick and kiss inside her other thigh. She drew her knees up and spread them wide to present herself in anticipation.
Suddenly he launched himself up her body to softly kiss her eyelids and mouth. Then like a skipping stone he touched with his lips as he went down to kiss the soft curly hair and muzzle into her. His tongue split her open, he breathed in the heady scent and lapped at her. He probed deep finding the soft, smooth shapes, a piquant, warm taste and the promise of depth that his tongue couldn’t reach. He sucked her lips into his mouth and stretched them, feeling their elasticity as they thinned to a smooth perfection before he plucked her hood up into his mouth and sucked it in.
She lay there, surprised by his tactile explorations and the thoroughness of them. Her senses were being stripped naked to thrilling tenderness. No longer hidden by clothes, the hair was smoothed away from the centre and her wet swollen lips were open, she felt beautifully exposed.
The anticipation of more was delicious, she spread her knees further apart to stretch herself more fully open. With a broad stroke his tongue swept up the centre to touch her, a tremor shot through her body and there was a sharp intake of breath. He sucked her clit out from under her hood, free of her folds and strummed with his tongue. She yelped with the exquisite sensitivity, her hips rose and her hands crushed his face against her. He wrapped his arms around her hips as she moaned, and with her eyes closed her head lolled from side to side as she absorbed the sensuousness. She could feel the jangle of nerves aligning themselves into a response, she hovered in the uncertain world of preliminaries, wanted it to continue when suddenly he stopped and on all fours repositioned himself, he kissed her.
Quickly her hands went down to find his cock, she guided him as he thrust and entered her, another thrust and he was deep inside. Bone to bone they met, and as the rhythm began they sighed with the delicious pleasure and grunted with their exertions. His hands on her breasts massaged, tweaked her nipples, explored the areolas, touched the little bumps and traced around the margins to absorb impressions of everything. He pumped, firm and strong, slow and sensuous and relished the heat, the wet and the fit. She drew him in, filled her depth and gathered focus to her climax. It gathered slowly at first but then quickened until, with body rigid, her hips arched and a cry, her orgasm surged and gushed to leave convulsive tremors in its wake. With her arms locked around him she crushed his chest as her body spasmed and shook beneath him.
He continued the rhythm, the build up exquisite and sensitivity intense, he stuttered and with a shout, thrust himself deep into her. They felt him jerk as his explosive release shot out, hot, slippery, liquid silk which filled and touched every recess inside her. With senses acute she felt the warm spurts, her hands on his hips pulled him into her and she thrust her hips forward to trap his pulsing cock deep inside. She held him as his orgasm subsided and she could feel his cock begin to wilt. They kissed, he brushed hair off her face, she giggled and together they laughed, aware again of their surroundings. He slipped from inside her and rolled off, they caught their breaths and looked around.
Her hand stretched out to cradle him, she felt his wet, sticky cock as it softened and gently massaged his balls as his hand cupped her with his middle finger hooked inside.
She looked over his shoulder,
“There’s a man coming,” If they stood they’d be very visible, so, on all fours he rapidly collected their clothes. Together they brushed the sawdust off each other and quickly dressed, their underwear went into her bag. They stood and tidied themselves. As the man, a keeper, slowly approached he picked up rubbish with a pole to put in a rubbish bag he carried. Holding hands they walked to the gate, paused for a moment to kiss and hold each other, then broke their embrace to leave the cage. As they looked up the keeper stood and looked back at them. They giggled as hand in hand they walked past him. Then she stopped and turned.
“Excuse me, what kind of monkeys are going into that cage?” she asked.
The zoo keeper hesitated a moment,
“Golden lion tamarins,” he said.
“Is the cage ready?” she asked.
“Oh, no! We only have a cage as yet, next we establish a habitat. We have to create an interesting environment so they can be happy.” There was something about him that she wondered about, as though he was withholding something.
“That means swings and things?”
“Yes, but much more than that, first things first!” he said, “We want the whole cage green with shrubs and plants. Tomorrow we put in the water so they can drink and to water the rain forest we hope to create.”
He paused a moment and with a sly look to study them both for their reaction, he added,
“We installed the video monitoring system only yesterday and it’s being tested today, to make sure the whole cage is monitored.”
There was silence for a time and as they turned to leave the keeper added,
“The golden lion tamarins aren’t sponsored yet, perhaps you’d like to?”
“We’ll think about it,” she said quickly as they turned to leave.
As they walked away he whispered,
“Wow! Film stars!”
Embarrassed she smiled and replied,
“Not quite like David Attenborough I suspect!”
He laughed,
“It’s a lot sunnier than I thought. You’re very red!”
“Lucky I’m not the only one!”

Roger was very happy. The day he had waited for all his life was finally here. Today was his wedding day!
Roger was 6 ft 2, brown hair, brown eyes, and Middle Eastern. He had beautiful brown skin, and was a successful business man. However, Roger had a secret. His little cock was only four inches long. While he could and sometimes did have intercourse with women, what he really loved was cum. And the best cum was from the pussy of a woman who had been freshly fucked by another man. And what really sent him over the top was watching a white woman with a black man who had a big, thick, black cock. He loved preparing a female for penetration by the surrogate lover. Roger would touch them, kiss them, and lick their pussies until they squirmed on his face and came. He would use his fingers, his lips and his tongue all over their bodies to get them wet and ready. Then, he would watch and stroke his own cock while the black men with big cocks penetrated these women in ways he never could. Afterwards, he would lick up all the cum — both kinds — and enjoy the taste.
His sweetheart was an unusual woman, who understood his special needs. She was white, with a beautiful smile, big tits, huge ass and a fat pussy. And best of all, she craved big black cocks and someone to lick the cum out of her after they had loosened up her cunt.
Roger smiled to himself. His wife was going to get the best wedding present of all today. He had arranged for three big black cocks to service her on her wedding night, as a surprise to her.
His musings were interrupted as he heard his beloved’s voice. “Roger? I am ready,” she said. He raised his eyes and took in the lovely sight of his soon-to-be wife.
Angel was a handsome woman, about 45 years old, 5 ft 8 inches tall, 340 pounds, measured 48D, 49, 60. She had short, curly brown hair and hazel eyes. She looked at her fiance’ and smiled, and with that smile her face was transformed from merely cute to beautiful. The love and appreciation she had for him made her glow. She was excited to see her beloved Roger, and to become his wife. She had dressed carefully that day, in a white satin and lace push-up bra, thigh-high white stockings, and white satin panties. She completed the outfit with a white skirt, white three-inch heels, and a red v-necked blouse that tied at the waist. Her diamond engagement ring sparkled on her left hand, and diamonds were in her ears, gifts from her loving fiance’.
Roger rose from his chair, embraced Angel, and then stood back to look at her, both of her hands in his. “You look lovely today, my dear. You make me very happy by doing the the honor of being my wife.” Angel pulled him to her, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him thoroughly, in front of everyone in the hotel lobby, not caring who was watching. “You make me very happy too, my love.”
Arm in arm the couple went out to the waiting limosine, which took them to the place where they were married, surrounded by friends and family. Afterwards, they had a wonderful reception, and all their friends congratulated them. Roger’s friends were especially happy for him, because he had waited a very long time to find this special woman.
After the last guest had left, Rpger and Angel went up to their hotel room — the bridal suite. It was lovely, with a big bed and enormous bathroom, with a jacuzzi tub and a shower big enough for two. Roger opened the door for Angel and they stepped inside together. As soon as the door closed, Angel stepped to her husband and drew his head down to hers for a kiss. It was a very sensual kiss, and Roger could feel himself responding to her as he opened his lips and his tongue swept inside Angel’s mouth. She moaned softly as she pressed herself to him, her lush, warm body igniting the fire inside him. He began unbuttoning her blouse as he kissed her, his lips roaming from her face to her neck, then down to the hollow of her neck. Off came her blouse, then her her skirt, then her shoes, until she was standing there in her pretty white bra, panties and stocking. Just then came a knock on the door.
“Open the door my dear,” said Roger. Angel gave her husband a puzzled look but obeyed, opening the door to find three handsome black men. They all smiled at the sight of her, and one said “Happy wedding day, Mrs. Warren. Your husband has arranged for us to be your wedding present.”
Angel felt herself grow damp at those words. A hot fire swept through her body, and she looked at her husband with a smile, and found him smiling back at her. She opened the door and invited these three handsome men inside. They came in and sat on the sofa and chairs in the sitting room of the hotel suite, and Angel chose the tallest one and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, his big black hands wandering all over her lush body. Angel moaned and turned on his lap until she was straddling him, facing him, pressing herself against this stranger’s body and rubbing her hot, wet crotch against his hard cock through his pants. She surrendered herself to this man, enjoying the touch of his lips on her married body, loving the fact that she was going to have three giant black cocks stretching her pussy while her husband watched her get fucked. She caught her husband’s eye and saw how excited he was, and how happy he was to see her - - his wife, with his rings on her finger — being mauled by this man.
“Sweetheart,” Angel said, “Why don’t you make sure these other men are going to be ready for me? Undress them please, and make them hard if they are not already.”
“Of course, my darling,” Roger replied. He went to the second black man, and pulled his shirt off him, then knelt between his legs and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them. He looked up at the big black man who pushed his head down and said “Suck my cock, you fucking cuckold.” Roger felt a thrill go down his spine, hardening his little cock. He put his lips on the big cock and started to bob his head up and down. Roger heard his wife moan and looked around; Angel was on her back on the sofa and the first black man had her on her back and was taking her panties off. The sight of his wife’s hairless pussy being exposed by a black hand made his little cock harder than ever. And when the first man put his had on his wife’s crotch and licked, Roger almost lost his load right then. And hearing his wife cum into this black man’s mouth delighted Roger.
Angel was in heaven. The man she loved was on his knees, preparing a big black cock for her slutty wet cunt, and she was cumming into a handsome black man’s mouth, and there was a third cock waiting for her too. After she caught her breath Angel got up from the sofa, took the fully-dressed black man into the bedroom, and stood him by the bed while she undressed him. She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed the man who would soon give her her first experience with a black cock. His big hands reached around her, pulling her hips close to his so she could feel his big cock pushing against her belly. Angel pulled his shirt out of his pants while she was kissing him, then stepped back to pull it off over his head. Then she unbuckled his pants and unzipped them, and pushed them down over his hips. The man was wearing a pair of boxers and his huge cock was visible through them, precum sparkling on the tip of his cut cock. Angel knelt down and licked the precum, then pulled the boxers off her lover. He stepped out of them, pulled Angel up by her arms, and lifted her, cradling her agaisnt his chest.
“Roger,” Angel called. “Bring our new friends in here please.” Roger rose from his knees and the other two men undressed quickly. All three went into the bridal suite. Roger caught his breath. There was his wife, in the arms of a strong, big black man, who was going to consummate the wedding for him, since Roger was too tiny-dicked to do it himself. His wife smiled at him as the first man laid her on the bed. “Come here, my darling” she said to Roger. He went willingly to his wife’s side, and she caught his neck and drew him down to her lips. She kissed him hungrily, and said “My husband . .my love . . .thank you for this gift. But you have a choice to make now. You know that I have saved myself from black cocks just for you, for after our wedding. Now is the time to tell me if you do not want me to do this. Because once I start with these men, I will never go back, and you shall never have your tiny cock in me.”
Roger’s heart swelled with love. Oh, she knew him so well. He framed Angel’s face in his hands, and smiled at her. “Darling . . please . .I want this. I want to lick lots of thick black cum out of your fat, sloppy pussy. Please love, do this. Do it for both of us.”
“I love you Roger” she murmured, as the first man covered her body with his and started kissing her neck, working two of his huge fingers into Angels cunt. “You are a hot bitch,” the blak man said to her. “Yes, I am,” Angel agreed. “And I can’t wait until you stretch my fat pussy with your big black cock.”
“Wait no more, my bride,” said the black man, and he shoved his big cock deep into Angel’s fat, wet pussy. Angel arched her back and moaned in pleasure, all the while holding her husband’s hand. The other two men stood around the bed, watching their friend fuck Roger’s wife, and getting very excited at how much she enjoyed it. For Angel was a true slut. She loved sex, and loved fucking. Nothing was more exciting or interesting or fun to her than having her tight, wet pussy filled with cock, and she loved nothing more than to have a man take pleasure from her body. And she was certainly getting a lot of pleasure from this big black man’s cock.
“Oh Roger my love….oh….he is filling me so MUCH, husband…his big cock feels like it is splitting me in twoooo” she moaned as the first man stroked her slutty cunt hard and fast. Angel squealed and grunted in pleasure as her body met his, matching his strokes with his hips in an effort to take him all in. “Unngh….oh…ungh…Roger…ungh….honey….UNGH…I love you…..SHRIEK!…..so much …..” she panted, just as the first black man erupted into her pussy.
The second black man immediately covered Angels body with his own, shoving his big black cock into her cunt which was well-lubed by the fresh load of cum. All Angel could do was hang on to his neck and wrap her legs around his while he pumped into big black tool into her. She was now beyond words, loving the feel of this big body covering hers, knowing how erotic a sight they were, she in her wedding stocking and bra, breasts popped out, black skin on white, her husband’s hand still in hers. Angel was reduced to incoherent sounds as she had orgasm after orgasm, her pussy contracting all around that giant cock in her cunt, until the second man shuddered and released his thick white cum inside her.
Then Angel motioned Roger to get on the bed, on his back. He did so, fully clothed, for he had not had permission to remove his clothing, as he was mostly a spectator at this point. Angel got up on all fours, over Rogero’s face, her fat thighs encasing him, her big ass up in the air, her legs spread wide and pussy presented for the third man to mount her. He did so with ease, and Roger laid there and watched, close up, while his wife took her third black cock of the night up her cunt. Roger’s mouth was open, and his tongue extended, waiting for his reward. He was so turned on that his little cock was stiffer than it had ever been. He could feel his wife’s breasts hanging on his cock and balls through his pants, and saw the big black cock working rapidly in and out of his wife’s slutty pussy. Angel was moving her hips in wild abandon, meeting thrust for thrust, and finally the last man emptied himself into her with a loud groan that was answered by Angel’s wail of pleaure. Angel’s head appeared between her arms that were spread by his feet, holding her up. She looked down at him, as he looked at her, and she smiled.
“Ready for your treat, husband?” she asked. Roger was so excited he could only nod. “Here it comes lover,” she said, as she tilted her hips downward and the cum flowed out of her. “Catch every drop my darling.”
Roger obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The fresh, hot cum mixed with his wife’s pussy juice was like the nectar from the gods as it rained down into his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, and became aware of his wife’s hand rubbing his hard cock thorugh his pants. Then Angel lowered herself onto his face, her entire pussy there waiting for him to lick and suck and clean out with his tongue. Roger eagerly dipped his tongue into his wife’s sloppy fat pussy, and was rewarded with a shudder from her as she came again and again, the contractions of her cunt pushing the creamy cum into his mouth. He heard her murmur “Come for me, husband, come for me now” and between the cum, his wife’s hot cunt dripping creamy cum, and her hand on his cock, Saeed groaned and gave himself up to the most intense orgasm he had ever had, his tiny cock spewing cum and staining his trousers.
After he had cum, Roger lay exhausted but happy. His wife was at the door with her lovers, and they were leaving for the night. Angel kissed her husband, tasting the cum on his mouth. “Thank you, sweetheart, for such a lovely wedding night.” she whispered. She tenderly undressed him, tucked him into bed, and laid down beside him, their nude bodies giving each other warmth, happy to have found each other at last.

My wife Tina had set me up with her friend Carol while she got to fulfill her fantasy of making out with Carol’s husband Alan.
After meeting my date at the Paradise Lounge, I had followed her back to her house. We got out of the car and Carol wasted no time in unlocking the front door of her house.
Entering the house I noticed that it was quite a cozy place and furnished in good taste. A small table lamp lit the living room from a distant corner, creating a very romantic atmosphere in the house.
Carol locked the door behind us and we stood facing each other, my hands holding her by her waist while hers rested on my shoulders.
My lips approached hers and she pouted her mouth to receive them. She crushed her mouth against mine and our tongues met in a duel of illicit passion.
After a long deep kiss we stood in a tight embrace, gazing into each others eyes.
“Let’s go upstairs, darling,” she suggested with a seductive look on her face, “Tonight I want to loosen the bonds of my marriage. Tonight I want to forget that I’m married. Tonight I want to be all yours. I want you to take me as your woman … And I want you to take me on my marriage bed.”
“I can’t wait to make you all mine,” I whispered back, “Tonight you belong to me and only me.”
“Do what you feel like doing with me tonight, darling,” Carol was really turned on, “Use me as you wish … Use me as your toy … Use me as your fuck meat for tonight.”
Carol took my hand and led me up the stairs.
“Here we are,” she muttered, almost to herself, as we entered the dimly lit master bedroom, “I can’t wait to get into bed with you. I can’t wait to get this new relationship consummated. I can’t wait to have you between my legs.”
We collapsed onto the bed together, and immediately my lips sought hers. We kissed passionately like we had never kissed before, opening our mouths to let our tongues meet. I explored the sweet recesses of her mouth and sucked gently on her tongue.
My hands kneaded her breasts through the soft material of her dress. She had average-sized but firm breasts and I longed to get them out of her clothes.
“My husband loves to suck my breasts,” she said, gasping for breath, “I can imagine how he must be working on your wife She’s going to have really sore milk bags before the night is over.”
I could not imagine another man having full access to my wife’s private bodily assets. But that was what she wanted and, looking at Carol lying under me, I had no regrets whatsoever about letting my wife have her way with Alan. Tina had been fantasizing a sexual relationship with Alan, and now she would get to fulfill that relationship.
We rolled over so that Carol now lay on top of me. I undid the knot of her halter dress at the back of her neck. Then I took her by her shoulders and gently pushed her up into an upright position, straddling my stomach. Her dress slipped down and off her chest, and I reached for the hook at the back of her bra. It did not take me long to unfasten it, allowing her wonderful breasts to spring free. I eased the bra straps off her shoulders and she removed the bra, depositing it on the floor next to the bed.
I stared at Carol’s bare tits dangling seductively before my eyes. Occasionally my mind would change channels and I would get flashes of my wife’s breasts being offered to her new lover.
I looked at Carol in the soft light and tried to focus my mind fully on this woman who was now all mine for the taking. I grabbed her full breasts impatiently and squeezed and massaged them rather violently, making her wince in painful pleasure. Then I pulled her down to lick and kiss her magnificent boobs before plugging my mouth over her erect nipple. Now I began to suck on her like a hungry infant.
Carol let out a subdued scream of pleasure and pain. “Oooooh … ” she cried, “That feels so good … suck me harder … suck me dry … suck me the way you want my husband to suck your wife … ”
“You think only your husband knows how to suck breasts?” I growled, as I shifted my mouth to the other nipple, “I’ll show what I can do with your boobs, and the rest of your voluptuous body.”
Carol’s frequent references to Alan and Tina were having a strange effect on me. Visions of my wife with another man were arousing a rather wild side of my sexual desire. Maybe that was what Carol really wanted — some really wild sex.
I suckled hard on her nipples, sinking my teeth into her areoles, while kneading her breasts vigorously with my hands.
“Let’s see what else you have hidden under your clothes,” I was beginning to sound and act a little harsh as I tossed her sideways onto the bed. Her little dress still clung around her waist and hips. I got onto my knees and caught hold of the dress, easing it down her rounded hips. I let out a soft gasp when I suddenly caught sight of her naked crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties. I was in a daze as I pulled her dress down to her thighs. Carol helped to get the skimpy dress down and off her long legs, leaving her completely naked.
“You mean you were not wearing any panties all the time?” I asked.
“It’s more comfortable,” she replied with a devilish sort of smile, “And more convenient.”
“You ARE a beautiful bitch,” I continued to lovingly taunt her, “Am I glad to have you for the night … ”
“Then fuck me like you would fuck a bitch,” Carol seemed to be going along with my rough tone, “Give it to me like the dog gives it to the bitch …”
I unbuttoned my shirt and Carol helped to get it off my back. Then she unzipped my pants and pulled them down my legs. She grabbed at my hard cock straining against the material of my underwear.
“Aha …” she teased me, as she pinched the elastic top of my underwear and pulled it down to expose my cock, “Looks like my lover boy is all ready to do his job.”
Before I knew it Carol had enveloped the head of my penis with her mouth and was easing my underwear down my thighs. Then she let my cock out of her mouth for just a moment. “My husband simply loves this,” she said before slipping my hard monster into her mouth again.
She worked on my cock like an expert, taking the full length of the shaft into the depths of her oral cavity. I could feel her lips wrapped firmly around the base of my penis as she applied a gentle rhythmic suction that sent waves of tingling sensations rushing up my spine.
With my eyes closed I tried to picture my wife with Alan’s cock stuffed up her throat. That sent a shiver of excitement gushing through my whole body and magnified the wild sensations that were being generated by Carol sucking on my cock.
After what seemed like a very long time my lover moved up to lie facing me. “My husband must be getting the same treatment from your wife,” she tried to remind me, “I’m sure your wife must be really enjoying his cock.”
That sent a another chill through my spine, and I could feel my cock pulsating as I thought of my wife.
“I’m sure she must be completely naked by now,” Carol continued, “I’m sure she must also be wanting to be fucked like a bitch by someone who’s not her husband.”
Now Carol moved herself up until she was squatting over my face. I stared at Carol’s naked genitals positioned over my face, but what I saw were visions of my wife’s hot pussy hovering over Alan’s face. The excitement was becoming too much for me.
I caught hold of Carol by her thighs and adjusted her bottom so that my tongue could get at her vulva. Then I got to work on those glorious labial folds, savoring the illicit taste of her sizzling sex. Her pussy was simply delicious.
With my mouth firmly plugged over her vaginal opening, I let Carol topple over onto the soft bed. Soon I was licking and sucking on her clitoris while she lay writhing helplessly on her back. She began to moan in pleasure, and then, as I continued to work on her sensitive love button, she suddenly let out a shrill cry and went into an orgasmic spasm.
“Ohhhhh … ” she cried, “Darling, you are fantastic … I love you, darling.”
I moved my lips over her pubic thatch, delighting in her sexual odor along the way. As I moved up over her flat tummy I admired how she had maintained her body. Reaching her magnificent breasts, I suckled on her taut nipples and bit rather firmly into the succulent tissue of her boobs.
When my lips finally reached hers, I clamped my mouth against hers and positioned myself between her parted legs.
After a long kiss, I moved my face back a little and looked into her dreamy eyes. “You ready for the grand finale?” I asked softly, “You ready to be fucked? You ready to be filled with my sperm?”
“Yesss … ” she murmured dreamily, “Please fill me up with your juices. Please fill me up with your adulterous sperm.”
“Do you love me?” I asked her.
“Yes … ” she responded without any hesitation, “I love you, darling … At this moment I love you more than I love any other person … I need you inside me … I need your cock inside me … please … ”
“I’m not your husband,” I continued to torment her, “Do you love me more than you love your husband?”
“Yes … ” she replied, “Right now I love you more than I love my husband. Right now you are my man and I belong only to you. Right now I need you and only you.” Her legs were wide apart in full consent for the illicit fuck.
As I positioned the tip of my cock at her love slit, she raised her hips up shamelessly to receive me. She guided my tool to the entrance of her glistening wet pussy. With one single thrust I penetrated her, driving my cock all the way into the depths of her vagina. She let out a low moan and tightly pressed her pelvis up against mine.
As I felt her warmth engulf me, I was suddenly overcome by the vision of my wife’s chastity being violated by another man. But that only served to arouse my lust to even greater heights. My cock throbbed in excitement as I buried the shaft deep inside my lovely slut. We were now finally bound in coital unity, my cock enveloped by her warm and wet pussy.
She screamed as I pulled back and slammed into her again with even more force. I was going to give her a sample of some real good sex, like she had never got from her husband.
Then I began to pump in and out of her, and she screamed ecstatically with each stabbing thrust. I groaned as I enjoyed the feel of her tight vagina massaging the full length of my cock sliding back and forth inside her.
I could feel Carol’s pelvic tissues tightening around my swollen member, and her thighs gripped my waist as she was finally overcome by a powerful climax.
“Ohhhhh … ” she moaned, her body writhing and squirming under me, “Ohhhh my god … ”
At about the same time I felt a strong spasm gripping the whole length of my body, and I began to rock and jerk uncontrollably as I shot my hot fertile fluids into her womb. The thick sperm spurted strongly into her depths, releasing the pent-up passions in my groins.
As I fired round after round of cum into the deep recesses of her cunt, I gloated in the glory of having sexually conquered another man’s woman. Alan’s wife was at this moment all mine. My cock was embedded deep inside her and her womb was overflowing with my seminal fluids.
We continued to groan and pump furiously, relishing every moment of our illicit extramarital coital union, squirming together until we were fully spent.
When I finally collapsed onto her, I heard her soft voice, “Oh, darling, that was really great … it was really fantastic … having your big cock inside me … and now having your fertile seed inside me … I love you, darling … I really love you … ”
I kissed her tenderly. “I love you too,” I whispered, “You were simply wonderful. You were just great.”
We lay together in a tight embrace, exchanging gentle caresses and soft sweet kisses. It felt really great to have Carol’s naked body pressing against mine.
It was just past 3 o’clock in the morning when I took leave. I slipped on my clothes and kissed Carol passionately as she lay naked on the bed.
“Bye,” I said to her, “Your husband should be coming back soon.”
“Bye,” she responded, “Just switch off the lights, and please shut the front door as you leave. It gets locked automatically. My husband has the key.”
I drove around town for a while to allow time for Alan to leave my house. I didn’t really fancy meeting a guy who had just finished fucking my wife.
Then I decided to give a call to my wife on her mobile phone.
“Hi darling, he’s gone?” I asked.
“Yeah,” my wife mumbled, sounding quite lost for energy, “He just left.”
“Okay, I’ll be back shortly,” I said and headed for home.
While parking the car I noticed that the house was in total darkness. I unlocked the front door and entered. As I closed the door behind me, I felt like an intruder. My wife had just spent the night with her lover. Now she must be lying in bed with his juices oozing out of her vagina.
I crept upstairs, opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. In the darkness I could just make out the silhouette of my wife’s naked body lying sprawled on her side on the bed. I got out of my clothes and slipped into bed right next to her.
The smell of sex was very strong indeed. There was no doubt that my wife had got her fair share of illicit love. The ruffled state of the beddings was evidence of a fairly vigorous encounter.
Tina stirred in her sleep as I got very close to her and wrapped my arm around her waist from the back. When I began to caress the nape of her slender neck with my lips, she let out a soft sleepy murmur.
While I continued to kiss her neck I moved my hand down to her smooth thighs. The crusted cum clinging to her inner thighs betrayed her marital infidelity. Shifting my hand to her vaginal opening I felt the thick seminal fluids still oozing out of her beautiful body. Her pubic hair was matted with dry cum. My wife had ultimately surrendered to the lingering lust that had been haunting her mind for so long.
My hand wandered lazily up her flat abdomen to her chest. As I cupped her breast, Tina turned around slightly so that she now lay on her back. Her eyes were still closed. I kissed her on the cheek and she turned her face towards me to let my lips meet hers.
Then she turned her body towards me and spoke with a slight slur, very softly, as if she were speaking in her sleep.
“Thank you, dear … thank you very much … thanks for being so loving and so understanding … ”
“Did he give you the love that you were yearning for? Did he live up to your expectations?” I asked.
“He was very loving, and I love him even more now. He really gave me the best fuck of my life.”
Not long after that we were in deep slumber, holding each other in tight embrace.
It was about 8 in the morning when I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. The sunlight was already filtering in through the curtains. Tina was still fast asleep. She looked absolutely ravishing as she lay in her naked splendor among the sheets.
A little later, as I emerged from the bathroom and made my way back to the bed, I caught a glimpse of CAROL’S DARK BROWN HAIRPIECE lying on the side-table. I also noticed CAROL’S LITTLE BLACK DRESS still lying ruffled, together with her bra, on the floor next to the bed.
I crept into bed next to Tina and lay on my back, pondering over the events of the previous night. I glanced at my wife and felt so glad to be married to her.
It seemed so long before my lovely wife woke up and cuddled up close to me. She broke out into the sweetest smile and wrapped her arm around me.
“Hi, lover boy,” she said, “Good morning.”
Without giving me a chance to reply, she brought her lips to meet mine. It was a long, soft kiss filled with lots of love and passion.
“Let’s go down and have some breakfast,” she whispered, reluctantly breaking contact with my lips.
Over the next few days it became obvious that a completely new kind of relationship had blossomed between Tina and myself. We were no longer taking each other for granted. We seemed to be taking every opportunity to show our affection and love for each other. We began to give each other’s needs more priority over all the other daily chores. And most important of all, we began to take the trouble to share our deeper thoughts and inner feelings with each other.
One week later, on Saturday afternoon, Tina and I sat on the sofa munching tidbits, sipping vodka and watching TV.
“Did you like Carol?” Tina suddenly asked out of the blue.
“Yeah,” I replied, the answer just spurting out of my mouth without a second thought, “I love her.”
“Would you be happy married to her?”
“I’m not really sure about that, but she makes a fantastic girl friend.”
“So you want to continue your relationship with her?”
“Of course, I’d love to.”
Tina went to the kitchen to top up the tidbits. When she came back she sat closer to me.
“How was that guy you were dancing with that night?” I asked rather casually.
“Oh, you mean Paul? He’s just a kid. Nineteen plus. In college. He was just too excited. Not much experience with girls. Nice chap though.”
“He seemed quite keen to make out with you. He tried desperately to kiss you on your lips. Why didn’t you let him?”
“I almost did. But I didn’t want to ruin the evening. I wasn’t sure how you would react. I was afraid you might not like it.”
“But you did let him get real close. His body was almost glued to yours.”
“Well, that’s how Carol is. Sometimes she loves to get away from all those inhibitions.”
“And he had his hands blatantly groping that ass of yours, even having the cheek to pull up your dress to fondle your bare bottom.”
“I guess I did let him go a little too far. But then, I’m only human, you know. Maybe I just wanted him to touch me somewhere a little more private.”
“And you weren’t wearing any panties.”
Tina burst out laughing. She seemed very amused. “Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties. You should have noticed that when I unzipped the slit on my dress at the lounge. We want to add some spice in our lives, don’t we?”
“Did Paul know that you didn’t have any panties on?”
“He only realized it when he dug his fingers into my rear. Before that he thought I was wearing a thong”
“He seemed really turned on. The way he was grinding his crotch against you I thought he might just lay you on the dance floor and stuff his meat up your cunt.”
“That would have been fun. Having a virile young cock inside me, and having some hot teenage sperm spurting up my cunt.”
Throughout our married life my wife had projected an image of absolute chastity and had never used such explicit language while conversing with me. I liked the new Tina. And I wanted to know more about what was going on in that mischievous brain of hers.
“And what kind of crazy stuff were you trying to lecture him on?” I asked, “You were whispering something or other into his ear almost non-stop while dancing with him.”
“Oh, now when I look back, I think I was just being cruel. Tormenting him with sexual innuendos. Lots of suggestive talk. Painting erotic fantasies in his naive mind. I think it was just too cruel of me.”
“What exactly did you say to him?”
“I told him that I was a virgin … ”
“And he believed you?” I interjected.
“Not only did he believe me, he was so excited about it. I don’t know why. Maybe he had the notion that virgins were just waiting to be screwed.”
“So my wife was a virgin slut on the dance floor. What happened then?”
“I told him that I would love to lose my virginity to a stud like him. That really turned him on. I could feel his bulge getting bigger and firmer. That’s when he first tried to kiss me on my lips.”
“You should have let him.”
“Maybe I should have. It would have been a good experience for me too. Tasting the innocent lips of a young stranger.”

Lena slept the rest of the day & night, wondering whether or not if the trashmen were going to actually show up the following morning. Like clock work, her doorbell rang at 9:30am on the nose. She opened the door to find not seven of them, minus Rusty, but ten men. There were two more black guys & another white one. The white one had to be at least 70 lbs. bigger than TY & and inch or so taller. They all helped themselves to the liquor behind her parent’s elaborate bar except for Mike who unzipped his pants & pulled out his already semi erect cock.
“Get over here & get to work bitch.” he demanded as the others laughed. Lena walked over to him, she was in a T-shirt & panties. He pushed her down so that his now hard dick was in her face, she began sucking it’s head. She felt another hand rubbing her ass as Mike started to face fuck her. Suddenly, she felt the hand that was rubbing her ass tear her panties off. Ripping them up both sides & tearing the little remaining pieces off, exposing her ass. Lena was able to glance over her shoulder long enough to see that is was one of the new black guys, naked from the waist down. His long 10″ thick dick stuck out in front of him, just as hard as Mike’s. He noted Rusty’s tattoo & laughed, showing the others. Lena was humiliated.
“That Rusty is one sick little white boy.” he laughed, “You let him know to put our visits on account, sweetheart.” he said to Lena as if she were going to demand that they pay Rusty before they all fucked her.
The guy fingered her clit for a few moments & then slowly slid his cock into her pussy, filling her completely. He rode her steadily & hard, slamming into the back of her pussy each time as she moaned with pain, still sucking Mike’s dick. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw a few more of them taking their pants & shorts off. Lena squeezed her eyes closed trying to get the sight of so many enormous cocks out of her mind.
After the first black guy exploded his cum deep in Lena’s cunt, she heard them decide to do a “train” in her ass. Mike came in her mouth hard at the thought. Lena tried to reason with them, there were so many of them, she couldn’t possibly handle getting fucked in the ass repeatedly by all ten of them. But they led her to the bar, bent her over one of the stools & used a pair of Ty’s handcuffs to cuff her hands to one of the bar rails. Lena sobbed & pleaded with them still but they ignored her pleas. Lena began to cry as she felt the first one get started, she howled in pain as she felt a monster cock piercing into her little asshole.
Whoever it was didn’t even try to start slow, he just proceeded to fuck her good & deep. Lena let out gasps of air as the pumping became more intense. After about ten minutes she felt the dick let out a sharp spirt of cum in her ass. No sooner had the first guy pull out did the second one slide his even larger cock inside her just used hole & start pounding away. Lena felt this ones balls slap feverishly against her pussy lips as he forced his dick in & out of Lena’s ass. Soon she felt long streams of hot cum inside her ass again and the next one began to shove his dick up her ass as quickly as the second guy pulled out, it was Ty.
Ty wiggled his cock back & forth as he pushed into Lena’s ass, stretching it wide as he shoved it in deep. Lena cried loudly now, like a child who was refused candy. She now felt how the last couple of days had taken they’re toll and Ty could care less as he fucked Lena powerfully in her asshole. Each thrust pushing his 14″ long 3″ round cock balls deep inside of her. She could hear his grunts of gratification as he squeezed inside of her over & over again as her hole resisted his thrusts each time he entered her.
“Damn baby. This shit’s tighter than the first time. Uhhh..” he moaned. Finally, he forced his load up into her. Lena could feel it burn from within. Ty backed up & popped his dick out of Lena’s tiny ass. She continued to whimper. Then someone else began his turn by cramming his cock into her painfully puckered hole. Lena wailed as this next guy started fucking her as hard as Ty had just finished doing. Each thrust filling her again & again.
“Ohhhh.. ohh… ” Lena lamented as this one lasted longer than the first three. After about twenty minutes, the forth guy ultimately came. She thought his constant issue of load after load of cum would never stop. When he took his dick out of her hole, her ass felt like it was on fire. Then the fifth one started his turn. Another enormous cock almost like Ty’s wiggled it’s way into her still resisting asshole. Lena felt it’s head pop into her asshole & make it’s way deep into her. She let out another wail again as she begged him to stop but he commenced his fucking by shoving his dick in even further & rhythmically worked a fast, hard pace. He groaned in satisfaction as she screamed, her ass tightening around his shaft.
Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the face and tied a Ty’s gag on her mouth. It was Troy.
“You might as well stop all this crying bitch.” he whispered in he ear as the guy behind her continued to fuck her. “There are five more of us waiting to get that butt & I think Ty & Scott want one more turn.” he chuckled & walked away, his erect dick bobbing in front of him. Lena grunted as the fifth guy slammed his dick in & out of her. Soon he pulsed his hot load deep in her ass as well. Eventually they all got their respective turns at fucking Lena in her throbbing little asshole. Each one of them making sure they sprayed her insides full with steaming cum. And as Troy had promised, Ty, Scott, Tony & Mike all fucked her a second time around.
When Troy took off her cuffs & untied the gag, Lena could barely stand nor could she sit on her sore ass. The group laughed at her as she stumbled to the bar to lean against it. Troy walked over to the bar & threw two pieces of paper onto it. Lena wiped the tears from her face & eyes.
“This is a list of the liquor we want in the bar when we come back next Tuesday & the other is a note from your owner, Rusty.” he said as he zipped up his pants. Lena just blinked & stared straight ahead, not acknowledging his presence. She could still feel where they all had dug their fingers into her butt cheeks when the took their turns fucking her. Lena’s small hole was now gaping wide open & she could feel the mixture of 14 loads of cum trickle out as gravity worked while she stood. The trashmen let themselves out & Troy reassured her that they would all be back next week. As she heard the front door close & automatically lock behind them, Lena picked up Rusty’s note.
She was astonished to read that he wanted her to buy a 24 pack of condoms each in various sizes & to get the largest salad bowl she could find. Lena put the paper back down on the bar. She’d forgotten about Friday & Saturday night. She walked as best as she could out the back patio door & turned on the Jacuzzi. She lowered herself into it & tried to get the mornings events out of head. She was ashamed to admit it but she’d cum herself many times during the train the trashmen just pulled on her asshole. Even though she was exhausted, she knew she’d better get to the mall & get what Rusty had told her to pick up or she knew she’d have Hell to pay.
To Be Continued…

You have to work really hard to maintain the delicate equilibrium of a long distance relationship in order to make it work. The time apart, the distance, the lack of stability can wear on anyone’s nerves. Even under the best of conditions, fragile long distance relationships can disintegrate, even if both parties want it to work. Add to the mix the pressures of an interracial relationship and it would seem virtually impossible for a couple to make it under those circumstances. Chris Henderson and Michelle Givens seemed to be the exception to the rule.
They met quite by happenstance. Chris was in Atlanta on a business trip. While he was checking into the Hyatt, minding his own business, he noticed a woman carrying a rather large painting, trying to navigate the heavy glass revolving door of the lobby with the large canvas. He ran to her assistance, holding the side handicap door for her like a gentleman would do, his midwestern manners integrating well into his temporary southern residence.
As she passed, sparks of electricity singed his very soul, igniting a chemical reaction that could have caused an explosion. She maneuvered her heavenly body through the door, positioning the painting as a barrier between them. For a brief moment, they both froze, maintaining intense eye contact. Chris took in every detail. Her butterscotch colored skin was flawless and her naturally curly hair was pulled tightly on top of her head and exploded in a poof of curly q’s. Her full, sensual lips looked so inviting, her smoky eyes were captivating, and her fragrance smelled like a delicious blend of fruit and flowers. The stood eye to eye, taking in details of one another, held captive by an immovable force of attraction. As she eased her way past Chris, she whispered the words, “Thank you,” softly. Chris watched her lips part and he was captivated by the way her pink tongue seemed to sensually caress her ruby colored lips and sort of make love to her words.
“Whoooo was that? Do you know who that woman is? She’s breathtaking,” Chris asked the desk manager, staring back at the doors, watching the captivating woman delicately arranging paintings in the back of a plain white van.
“Oh, that’s Michelle Givens. She’s the director of the Apex Museum here in Atlanta. They lend us paintings for the lobby every February for Black History Month. I have her business card and a brochure here if you want to check it out.” Chris fingered the card, distracted as he watched her drive off. The manager added, “Yeah, she is pretty hot,” as the two men shared a moment of appreciation for her beauty.
Barely able to concentrate, Chris couldn’t wait to pay a visit to the Apex later that afternoon. He was trying not to look conspicuous as he browsed around, trying to run into her again.
“Did you see something you were interested in today,” Michelle queried as she approached him?
Chris turned to face her and was again overwhelmed with her professionalism, sophistication, and sheer beauty. He took the flirtation ball and ran with it. “Very much so. In fact, I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of what I saw today, I had to make it my business to come and let you know personally.” He reached for her hand, held it to his lips, and kissed it softly. Michelle was overwhelmed by his charm in that moment and the rest, as they say, is history.
The two became rather inseparable from that moment on, at least every time Chris was in town for business. They would dine together, go hiking on the weekends; Chris would even attend all the events Michelle coordinated for the Apex. He was extremely proud of her and it became increasingly more difficult to return to Fargo after they would spend time together. North Dakota became bland in comparison his time in Georgia and was losing its appeal the more Chris realized that Michelle was his soul mate.
It was their perfect, symbiotic relationship the fueled them. Neither of them had to compromise themselves or their identities to be with the other. Chris loved that Michelle was so unconditionally supportive of him and his endeavors. He felt like he could accomplish anything with Michelle by his side. She loved that she could be unapologetic in her blackness and not have to conform to an identity outside of her comfort zone. They just fit well together.
It was sexually, however, where their compatibility went off the charts. Never before in his life had Chris met a woman who understood his desires and matched them so perfectly. Every fantasy, every fetish, every kink, Michelle mirrored in delicious desire. It was as if they were created from the same erotic mold.
The time spent apart was becoming more unbearable. After nine months of long distance love and what was sure to be a tumor forming from endless hours of talking on the cell phone every night, Chris was contemplating ways in which he could make the relationship more permanent. He fingered the ring box in his pocket nervously as he deboarded the plane. Michelle was there to meet him, looking as stunning as ever, and her eyes lit up when she saw her man struggling with his two carryon bags. He took her in his arms and held her close. It never failed that every time he saw her, he felt the same jolt of electricity in his body as the first time he laid eyes on her. She kissed him rather sensually and every man in business class that was behind him felt a stab of lustful envy.
Michelle seemed to be particularly excited to see Chris and she was anxious to get home. She let him take the wheel and she sat in the passenger seat and wasted no time lowering her mouth to Chris’ lap and removing his hard cock from his pants, sucking him while he was doing 70 miles per hour on I-75. He was trying to concentrate on driving safely but it was damn hard to do that with his incredibly sexy girlfriend giving him the best head of his life.
He pulled the car into her garage and he was practically undressing before the ignition was off. Michelle had other plans and left Chris in the carport to get his belongings as she rushed inside with a mischievous smile on her face. Chris unloaded his bags, brought them inside, hung up his coat, and made his way to the kitchen, being led by the aromas of a fabulous seafood meal that was simmering on the stove. He was opening pots and inhaling delectable smells when Michelle approached him from behind. “Welcome home,” she said. Chris felt so at home, so at peace, she was reminded of the important question he wanted to ask Michelle.
He turned around and was caught off guard as he took in the full image of his ladylove. She was wearing black latex thigh-high boots and a matching latex bra. Completing her outfit was a black strapon dildo sticking out from her body. He felt a lump in his throat and instinctively dropped to his knees. He wrapped his lips around the hard black cock and looked up at his lover. She placed her hands on the back of his head and guided him to suck it. Turned on, she started pumping her full hips, fucking his mouth as Chris struggled to free his raging hard cock from his pants, stroking it in time to the pumping his mouth was getting.
They were both too turned on to make it to the bedroom so Michelle pulled his hair gently, signaling for Chris to stand up. She bent him over the kitchen counter and reached for a bottle of olive oil to pour on her strapon. There was something primal about fucking in the kitchen, with his pants around his ankles and his face pressed against the cold granite. Chris looked back at Michelle, pulled his asscheeks apart with both hands, and said, “What are you waiting for, girl, FUCK ME!”
Never one to disappoint, Michelle lined up the head of the Ebony strapon with his pink hole and pushed forward. She was slow but she was relentless, not stopping until every inch was buried deeply in Chris’ ass. He started grinding, squirming, and begging her to fuck him harder, deeper. They were grunting, groaning, moaning and fucking like animals. “Yeah, you like this hard cock in your slutty hole, don’t you baby? You love me fucking you like you’re my little bitch. Or would your prefer a real dick? Is that what you want? You want to get fucked by a real thick, stiff, hard dick? You want hot cum shooting deep in your asspussy?” Michelle clearly knew all the right buttons to push for her man to turn him on.
“Fuck me harder!”
“Take it deeper!”
“Fuck!”
“Shit!”
There was no stopping the endless string of profanity and the intense heat that the sexy black and white pair was giving off. Michelle was like a machine, pounding him with a steady rhythm, using his asshole for her pleasure. Chris was about to explode, in love with the sexy woman with whom he was so connected, literally and figuratively. He could smell her pussy, wet with excitement. He could feel her black hard cock deep inside him. They were both rushing to orgasm. Michelle was like a woman possessed and Chris was a like a crazed slut. He was fucking her back and begging her like a desperate slut for her to give it to him deeper. He stroked his cock; it was aching it was so hard. He shut his eyes tightly and reveled in the pleasure he was experiencing in every pore of his body as he felt the sensations overtake him.
Michelle kissed him softly and pulled him towards the bedroom for rounds two and three. They were sure to enjoy all sorts of sexy and loving encounters in the upcoming week. He scrambled to pull up his pants and check for the ring he would present to her later that evening, assured that he had found his perfect match and the end to his long distance love.

It was Elyse’s first semester at University of Maryland, and having just turned 18 she was fairly young for her graduating class. She was, however, excited to be away from her home in upstate New York.
Her parents sent her to an exclusive and protective private school, ostensibly trying to protect her from some of the influences that the lower social classes could create in a public setting. Needless to say, they were a little upset when she turned down admissions to Smith and Vassar to attend a state university. Finally they ceded and allowed her to go when she had a professor contact them to explain the merits of studying journalism in a school that was as close to Washington, DC, as Maryland is. The professor also told of the benefits that a diverse student population has on developing journalists.
At the end of high school, Elyse and her steady boyfriend Josh decided to break things off. They both had fun together, but since he was going to Southern California to study film they decided it was best to stay friends. Though they “fooled around” a lot, they had only had sex a handful of times. Elyse was surprised that while the sex didn’t hurt, and that it wasn’t as exciting as she’d expected it to be. Josh reminded her of her friend’s dog humping her leg when she was little, he was at it fast and furious until after a few short minutes he tensed up and shot his condom full of cum. She couldn’t help but think that she could secretly replace her vagina with an apple pie and her boyfriend wouldn’t notice. Other than that, she’d kissed two other boys in her lifetime but never had any other experiences. Elyse was definitely attractive, but her protective parents rarely let her out of the house.
After a long drive south and a night’s stay in a hotel, her parents helped her move into her dorm room. She found that her “double” room already was set up with the belongings of her roomate, whose name was Lauren. She’d emailed with Lauren prior to the start, and found that Lauren was an aloof sophomore who apparently was not pleased to have been placed in a Freshman dormitory. She saw from the pictures that Lauren was a dark-haired, dark complected girl with a cute white-toothed smile who was apparently from the pictures in a sorority on campus. Lauren had several items with Greek letters on them, and pictures from various “formals” with some well built attractive guys.
“Nice”, Elyse thought cynically, “these hotties make Josh really look like a little boy”. She looked at herself in Lauren’s full length mirror, admiring her dark hair, and fit 5′7″ body. Like her mom, Elyse valued her aerobics and running. She ran track and played hockey in high school, but swimming was her passion. She was proud of the lines of her body in a swimsuit, with a “C” cup and perfectly shaped breasts. Her legs were pretty toned, and her soft brown eyes matched her hair and smooth olive skin.
Late in the morning, with Dad anxious to get on the road, Elyse gave her tearful parents several goodbye hugs and kisses, promising to write and call at least once a week.
On the way back to her room, Elyse ran into her two next door neighbors. Jamie and Courtney were both from Northern Virginia, and had hit it off from the start as they’d played lacrosse against each other at competing high schools.
Courtney was a 5′9 brunette that was extremely slender with what appeared to be a push-up bra enhanced chest with her thin-strapped tank top and mesh lacrosse shorts. Her body was well-tanned, denoting her first Summer away from home living in Ocean City. She seemed really outgoing and had a noticeably loud voice with a bit of the surfer-girl attitude showing through.
Jamie was a 5′2 Blonde-haired curvy beauty, with a warm smile and soft blue eyes. Her breasts were the first thing Elyse noticed, as they hung over her thin flat tummy with it’s pierced navel, displayed proudly by her high shirt-line. Jamie was also well-tanned, as she was a counselor at a Summer camp with her boyfriend Andy since graduation. Andy was a Sophomore at James Madison, and would be commuting to see her on weekends. They encouraged Elyse to join them at parties that night.
Elyse was not much of a partier.. In high school she’d hung out but not participated in many of the drinking events, though she and Josh had experimented one weekend when her parents were away. But, anxious to make new friends and see the sights, Elyse agreed to meet them at 5 and get an early start.
After unpacking for much of the afternoon, with still no sign of her errant roomate, Elyse changed and went next door to find Jamie and Courtney already drinking. They were making margaritas with tequila that Courtney’s older brother supplied her with. Elyse had never had a margarita before, so she tried one and was surprised by how much she enjoyed it. One turned into three, and before long the girls were all giggly and ready to go to dinner.
On their way to the dining hall, the girls were walking by the basketball court where several tall, sweaty guys were battling to show each other and all passersby who the campus ballers were. The ball came flying toward them and Courtney moved quickly to catch it. Instead of passing the ball back to the guys, the well-buzzed Courtney took a jumpshot that fell from its perfect arc into the basket.
After the collective cheer from the players, two large black guys waiting to play accosted the girls.
“Nice shot, babe”, said the first one, “are you going to play for the women’s team?”
“No, I’m a lacrosse player”, Courtney giggled.
“Too bad”, said the other, “I’d rather watch you hit jumpers, but I guess swingin’ sticks at other chicks ain’t bad”. All five of them laughed at the cheesy line.
Courtney offered her hand to the second sweaty baller and introduced herself.
“I’m Raheem, and this is my friend Lamar. We both ball here for the school. Are you guys Freshmen?”
The girls said yes, and Jamie said in a snooty tone “Nice meeting you boys, we’re headed to the dining hall”. When she abruptly turned and walked away, the other girls followed in suit and the surprised Lamar mumbled a mocking repeat of Jamie’s snobby statement. Both boys turned back to the action on the court.
On the way to the dining hall, Elyse asked Jamie “Were you purposely being a bitch to those guys?”
Jamie replied, “I can’t believe you guys would talk to black guys. They’re so worthless”. The conversation ended there…
Later that night, the girls went out to the fraternity row, where at every house something was going on. They went from house to house, meeting cute boys, getting all the free booze that they could, dancing, and then on to the next house. At one party, Courtney was “hooking up” with a hot frat boy on the dance floor and seemed pretty into it. Jamie was drunk and was actually smiling, but said she was going to head back. Elyse agreed to keep dancing and ‘babysit’ her friend Courtney as she’d heard about what frat boys do to girls. At around 1 a.m. they decided to head back.
On the way out of the party, a raucous crowd of about 7 big black guys was walking down the sidewalk. Courtney and Elyse stepped out of the way when one of them said “Hey, it’s the jumpshot babe”.
“Where’s your bitchy blonde friend?”, another said.
Elyse felt like the bigotry displayed by her friend was what was wrong with the world, so with the alcohol loosening her tongue she shared her feelings on the subject and apologized for her friend’s ignorance. The guys all laughed at her and she didn’t know why…
“I have a lot of black friends”, said one of the strangers as the group erupted in laughter. Lamar stepped up and said his friend was joking and that even those who claim not to be racist sometimes still are, Elyse didn’t quite get it though. Lamar continued and introduced two of the guys as starters on the basketball team, and that the rest were players too. They invited Courtney and Elyse back to their place to party.
“I think we’re heading-”, Elyse was interrupted…
“Let’s go”, Courtney said in her bubbly drunken voice. So they walked for several blocks away from the Row, to a house shaking with bass and loud rap lyrics. On the lawn and driveway were parked several luxury cars and SUV’s with lots of chrome and tinted windows.
Inside, the girls found an active party going on. The dancing crowd was mostly black guys and girls, with a few white ballplayers and a handful of white girls. Unlike the polo shirts and khakis at the white fraternities, the basketball house was purely hip-hop.
With a cup of mostly rum and some coke, Elyse was getting into it. She’d never really been into the urban lifestyle, and this was what college was about- finding new undiscovered cultures and tapping into them. Courtney and Lamar were grinding on the dance floor and she looked into it. Raheem made small talk and invited her upstairs to a quieter area to talk.
When they got up to his room, Elyse was surprised to find poetry and black and white photos adorning the walls. She was impressed that maybe there was something to this Raheem. The only sports memorabilia on the wall was a certificate naming Raheem an All-American Basketball player. After looking around, she sat on the couch in front of the tv which had sportscenter on. Raheem opened a drawer, sat down and joined her.
“Wanna smoke?”, he asked, pulling out a cigar.
“Ew, cigars are nasty”, she replied.
“It’s a blunt, Elyse. It’s cored out and refilled with weed.”
She was surprised. At concerts and private school parties she’d witnessed lots of pot-smoking, but never in a blunt. She’d always said no when Josh wanted to get her stoned, but this was college and this was a whole new experience. She might not really understand Raheem’s background if she didn’t partake.
When he offered her the huge blunt, she first took a small puff and coughed. Raheem laughed, took the blunt and showed her how to inhale. She tried again, no coughing this time. She held it in like he said to, then slowly blew it out. It was as if she was now in a hollow tube of a room with Raheem, and she started getting light-headed. He handed her the joint and got up to put some music on. She inhaled deeply on the big brown smelly blunt, and exhaled as the stereo emitted a drum beat, machine gun like lyrics and heavy bass that shook the room and overpowered the party downstairs.
Raheem sat down, took one last puff on the blunt, then put it out. Elyse knew she was really high, and felt relaxed though drunk. Raheem leaned in to kiss her, she was surprised and had been enjoying conversation and smoking, but this was his room.
Her mind shifted gears as the music pounded her eardrums and she started feeling warm all over, probably from the weed. She started two return Raheem’s kiss, their tongues entwining. In the dim light, she could see his dark black hand holding hers, the contrast making her skin look bright white.
Deciding to get more comfortable, she leaned back and Raheem repositioned himself atop her. He didn’t seem comfortable, so she eased her legs apart to allow his knees to touch the couch.
“Can we go to my bed, this couch is too short for me??” he asked. Instead of answering she kept kissing him and got up with him and walked to the bed while kissing softly. Being tall was part of his overall experience, how could she understand that as a 5′7 girl?
As they kissed more and more deeply, Raheem ran his hands all over her body. She really enjoyed his touch of her perfect breasts, so when he moved to remove her shirt she allowed it. She was so glad she didn’t wear a bra, so her bare breasts could be caressed albeit a little roughly by his big black hands. He took off his own shirt. Well, it was hot and humid. While kissing and caressing her body, Raheem slowly worked his athletic body in between Elyse’s legs and begin grinding his crotch against hers. She noticed quite a bulge in his khaki shorts for the first time, but it felt good rubbing against her area, which was surprisingly moist now that she thought about it. Maybe the alcohol?
The bass pounded as her new college friend Raheem showed her how people of his culture made out. She thought about the drum beat and how the rhythm went so well with their clothed grinding, and she started grinding back. It must make him feel good, because he keeps doing it.
“This is incredible”, she thought as he kissed her and seemed to touch all her sensitive areas at once. Her preppy little Abercrombie shorts were bunched up all at the top, showing her shapely swimmers’ legs. Raheem reached down and his hand seemed huge, as he was able to rub her area and unbutton her shorts with the same hand! It felt so good, he eased her shorts part way down her butt.
“Oops”, she thought in a moment of clarity, “Don’t want him to get the wrong idea. I’m no slut.” She moved his hand away and pulled her shorts up, “We can’t do anything tonight, I just met you Raheem”.
“We can fool around a little bit, can’t we?” He asked sweetly. “C’mon, let’s get more comfortable. I’ll take off my shorts too if it makes you feel better. It’s just really hot for shorts.”
Well, it is hot, her mind pondered. “Okay”, she said noticing that his shorts were already off revealing silky boxers. She giggled at the irony that he didn’t wait for her to say yes and pulled down her panties. She was glad that she went shopping before college without her mom, as she had a pair of satin Victoria’s secret low-riding bikini panties on, her mom would always buy her cotton Granny panties, which Josh laughed at. Raheem didn’t seem to notice her new panties, but he kissed her more intensely so he must’ve seen them.
Raheem grabbed her butt with his left hand and palmed more than her athletic butt with his big strong hands. He grabbed so hard that it kind of hurt, but she guessed that his upbringing made him this way, so it was cultural. It started to feel good, though. His other hand reached down between her legs, first grabbing the inside of her thigh and moving up to the edge of her panties. His big warm black fingers played around with her panties and then moved them to the side.
“Damn Bitch, you’re pussy’s wet”, he murmured and continued kissing her.
Nobody had ever called her a bitch before, let alone called her vagina a pussy. She didn’t want to say anything because she knew it might be cultural and he might not like her if she brought it up. She wasn’t racist like… she couldn’t remember the girl from her dorm’s name, but she sure was racist.
His middle finger slipped in readily into her sloppy wet pussy.
“Gosh, his finger is as big as Josh’s penis”, she thought…
Raheem’s finger worked it’s way around the tight opening, as if probing for an invasion.
“Mmmmmm”, she moaned involuntarily. “Was that me?”, she thought. She really didn’t want to go this far, but it felt so good so she’d just let Raheem fingerfuck her. It was getting late too, just a few more minutes and she’d get going. Maybe him or one of his friends would drive her back to the dorm.
“Ohhhh”, she gasped as another finger entered her. She’d never been this full, and it kind of hurt. But it also kind of felt good. Her hand involuntarily met his, but she decided not to make him pull his finger out. This was his way of showing her affection, and respecting her, glorifying her womanhood. She needed to respect diverse ways of life.
Her head was spinning and the feelings were intensifying. She was moaning now without even realizing it. Suddenly, her vagina contracted around his fingers and she had her first orgasm ever. Josh had never done that for her, Raheem really cared about how she felt, and wanted her to feel good.
Raheem was still on top of her and suddenly removed his fingers. She didn’t want it to stop, he had to keep going, it felt so good.
“Please don’t stop”, she said.
Suddenly, his hand returned to her relief and pulled her panties back to the side, but he didn’t put his fingers back in. She felt something warm against her wet swollen pussy lips, gosh it felt good. But it was-
“No”, she whispered.
The pressure at her entrance increased, and suddenly her world went crazy as Raheem’s big penis’ head entered her.
“Take it out, Raheem”, she said in her normal conversational tone matter-of-factly. That would get his attention.
His non-verbal response was easy to read, as an inch or two more entered her forcibly.
“No, please”, Elyse pleaded and placed her hand on his chest for emphasis. His penis was really big, and it was even hurting her. Maybe that’s why sex didn’t hurt with Josh. He pulled halfway out..
“Whew”, she thought, she wasn’t ready to have sex with this guy. He was going to ease it out, good, she could forgive that. She moved her hand from her chest down toward the entrance to her vagina, as if putting pressure on that area would ease the pain.
“Agggghhhhhhh”, she gasped as his penis rammed back to where it was and then some. He wasn’t going to stop. He pulled out halfway again, she was sure it was going to hurt, but it was duller, almost like when his second finger went in when the fullness returned. There was a gray area between the pain and pleasure, and it was starting to skew toward pleasure in her stoned mind.
“He’s raping me”, her conscientious mind thought before being shut out by the feeling of fullness the coerced sex took over.
After a few more tries, his penis slipped in and out more easily into it’s tight little box. Elyse felt like she hadn’t before, she was being dominated by a man who was absolutely pounding her. Gradually, more and more of him slipped into her until it was one continuous movement. She felt really hot, like her insides were on fire. She felt that she was moaning, but she didn’t realize that she was screaming loud enough to be heard in the hallway outside amidst the loud and growing party.
Suddenly, both of them felt Elyse’s vagina clench furiously and pulse around Raheem’s hot hard cock as she felt her second involuntary orgasm of the evening. Elyse was completely beside herself with her head to the side, almost feeling as if she were out of her body floating around the room watching some dumb bitch getting the daylight fucked out of her.
Nothing in her gentle, loving upbringing prepared her for what was happening here. A man she didn’t know had not only invaded her body, but thoughts of him were invading her head. He must’ve had such a rough upbringing, and by fate they were brought together and he was sharing his experience and with her.
She surrendered. It was going to be okay, because they could fall in love together and something would work out. He seemed so sweet when they talked, so he’d be a good boyfriend, right?
The pounding grew faster and harder, and the stereo played angrier lyrics, faster drumbeats and deeper bass. Raheem now grabbed onto her ass dominantly and pulled her hair to get her to kiss him. She kissed back, he must like her if he wants to kiss.
Inside her she felt an unbelievable feeling as his thrusting weapon seemed to swell up, his whole body tensed as she felt hot liquid deep inside her. She came for the third time, and he kissed her. When his half-hard penis slipped out, he rolled over, put his shorts back on and went to the couch to watch tv.
She lay there, prostrate, and felt a gush as their fluids drained out of her used pussy. A knock at the door startled her, and she quickly put her clothes on.
“Come here”, he said, and she obediently went to the couch and sat on his lap. She grabbed her rum and coke and drank most of it in a gulp. She had mixed feelings about what just happened, she’d been raped and gotten the fucking of her young life at the same time. Part of her wanted to cry, but it seemed like he liked her. Something would work out.
The door opened, and the party spilled in. A group of hip-hop styled strangers entered and greeted Raheem in a manner that seemed deferential but friendly. The group collectively ignored Elyse.

Well, I don’t know, will you take me bent over right there, on the floor, if I’m a really BAD girl, will you take me on all fours? I might even be persuaded to give you something else…(I’m leaving that too your wild imagination), suffice it to say, I would LOVE for you to come up from behind me. I’d love to be standing at the sink, washing dishes, or making something for dinner, & have you slip your strong wonderful arms around me, squeezing my middle tightly to you as you gently nuzzle my neck with soft gently passionate kisses. As your kisses grow stronger, more passionate, you’d turn me in your arms, to face you, while your mouth explores my neck to its fullest, I’d arch my neck back, giving you much freer rein to do with me as you will. As your lips run traces between my breasts, your hands travel down the back of me. Touching first my silk blouse slipping underneath to undo my bra. As you continue to devour me with kisses, I expertly slip my bra from beneath my clothes. As I free my breasts, the silk glides across my nipples, they are immediately erect. The sight of them in such a state, gives you an immediate erection, you bend you mouth to allow your tongue to take control. When you’re had your fill, you blaze a trail of hot kisses up between my breasts, now heaving with desire for you, up to my neck where you inflict further torment. IN doing so, you bring my body fully against your hard cock, trying to break of your jeans to enjoy all it can. The impact of your hard body against mine sends a gasp from deep within me. Thus exciting you further, you bring your hands groping once more to rest on my ass, you grab me and pull me fully against your erection making me groan in extreme pleasure.
Our bodies entwined, you begin to rub your thick strong thigh between my legs, back and forth, in and out all the while covering me with kisses, using your strong hands to guide my body against you. You’ve aroused me so much that I’m to the point of losing control. I begin kissing you back with a passion that knows no bounds, I push you backward, kissing strongly all the while, until we meet up against a wall. My body moving erotically against yours, enticing, teasing, just as my tongue is doing to yours. I grab a hold of your shirt mindless of the damage, I tear it from your body, my hands begin to feverishly work on your jeans. As they fall open my hands go inside to find my prize; a rock hard cock bulging, throbbing under my touch, hungry for more, just as I am.
I slowly drop to my knees blazing a trail of hungry open-mouthed kisses down your body my tongue finds what it’s been searching for. I begin to tease through your boxers, soft kisses at first then slowly more in depth. Nipping sucking, tasting. I use my tongue to find an opening and as you feel the silk from your boxers around you cock you also feel my tongue wrap gently, very lightly around the head. My tongue first finds the hole dipping in, tasting then following down the shaft to the base. Sucking there, my hands begin to wrap around and gently massage your nads, then I begin to tickle them with the very tip of my tongue. As you watch, with your hands gently entwined in my hair, my tongue travels back up the outer shaft to the head. Once I reach the top, I encircle it with my tongue pulling it slowly into my mouth. I begin to softly suck on the head. As I suck my desires and your moans of pleasure increase and I begin to suck further down until all of you cock is deep down my throat. I grab your ass & pull you in hard, even deeper all the while opening up my throat to take all of you in. I begin to massage your shaft with my tongue as I gently suck up and down, slow at first but gaining speed fast. When you feel like you’re close to climax your hands get a firm grip in my hair taking hold at the base of my neck you urge me to slow down, you don’t want to cum yet. I just look up and smile, then take the head of your cock between my lips & rub gently. Then sucking it back into my mouth, I begin to suck very hard, up & down, faster, faster, and you gently use your grasp on my hair to pull me half way off my knees, meeting me with a hot passionate kiss. I grab you by your open shirt & pull you down to me.
Your arms encircle me passionately you lavish me with tender hungry kisses. As we devour each other I long to feel you inside me DEEP inside me. I throw you over on your back, taking you completely by surprise. I cover your chest with kisses as I remove your pants and kiss the head of your cock, I look up at you playfully with a smile that you greet with a kiss. I slip my body up above yours and firmly, yet gently come down on your cock, slipping you deep within me. We moan ecstatically together and I begin to rotate my hips slowly, moving erotically above you. Your hands go to my hips guiding me the way you’d like me to go. As we continue to kiss deeply my pussy draws you in deeper squeezing your cock unmercifully. I move above you, in and out, in and out, slowly at first, then as our desire increases I begin to move faster. It’s as if I’m riding horseback & you are my wild stallion, forever mine to ride and tame. Faster, faster my hands on your chest gripping you tighter to me, my ankles entwined with your strong legs. As we kiss deeply, passionately, we cum together with severe force showing our arousal to it’s fullest. I cum around your cock leaving you wet from my passion and you cum deep inside me, to plant the seed of our love.