March 2007

A spring evening, warm wind languishing down the streets, tossing the
leaves from a long winter into a doorway. We stroll along among the
many people out enjoying the night. Turning in at the brownstone, we
pull up short in the doorway for a quick kiss. Mmmmmmm, I started to
pull away but your hand came up and slid behind my head, tugging,
bringing me back down. We chuckled and our teeth clicked. I slid past
your lips, past your soft cheek and on to your ear. What delicacies
are your ears, tender whorls inviting me deeper into a trance. The
words come easily to my lips. I tell you in a whispered urgent tone of
my love. My hands on your ribs feel your breath rising and falling,
catching with the words. How I do want you, in an urgent way in the
doorway of this apartment building, people walking by close, talking.
I come back to the reality of your palm against my chest, my thumbs
against your nipples, my fingertips resting lightly on your sensitive
ribs, breath heaving. We sigh and part, the spell broken for now.

Running up the stairs, laughing, ringing the bell, and being swept into
a party already in progress. The noise, the heat, the heavy aromas of
so many bodies, so much perfume, and smoke and other more animal odors
of people in heat. Like a wash it hits me and I struggle with the
power of it. Nasty comes my mood, with a feeling in my teeth of
wanting to bite. I go into the living room.

It’s great to see all the people again. It’s been a while since we got
together and the conversation flows fast, the jokes and the taunts and
the barbs, blood pressure raised quickly and just as quickly dropped.

The hours pass in human time until midnight chimes. I raise my head to
scent you…. in the kitchen, out of all the odors, I follow yours.
Pushing past the press of people in the hall. The feel of bodies
pressing close for that tantalizing instant, a hand on the shoulder
takes on such power, the gentle slide of fingers on lightly covered
flesh. A hand strokes me as I go past, I flatten myself against the
silk covered torso, up against the wall. My hunger flares as I bear
down on the hips, pulling them to me, the sudden intake of breath at
the feel of my swelling desire. I break the clinch and swipe the back
of my hand over the lips and teeth that are bared in front of me. A
hand truculently grips my balls and I rotate my hips in longing.
Moving on into the kitchen, I cast my thoughts ahead to excite you.

Sure enough you hear me come through the door, though I make no sound
audible to the human ear, and certainly none distinguishable in this
din. I can see the shake of your head, then your shoulders sway. The
movement travels down that delightful spine, the muscles of your back
that have arched so often above me and beneath me. Your hips start to
sway just as I come up close and press against you. You push back,
distracted, missing a cue in your conversation.

Embarrassed, you half turn and playfully slap at my hands which have
circled your waist. Trying to draw me into the conversation,
unsuccessful, you turn and see the half smile about my lips and the
come-on look in my eyes. Come on, come on, come on, come onto my stiff
cock you delicious lover. Come with great gasping breaths while you
lock me in with your desire. Desire sparks desire, mine and yours.
You bite your lip. I lean forward as if to whisper in your ear, but
all I do is groan, and turn away. Torn by the need to seduce the
delicious green eyed beauty you were talking to, and the need to, to,
to, Ohhhh Damn! Just the need to be with a lover who has laboured
long and hard to show you some ecstasy.

I’m already passing back through the horde, smiling, grinning, lips
touching, good night! Goodnight! See yas later, eh?

I mentally tug on the cord tied to your crotch. The others knotted
about your nipples. Through the mass of flesh I feel you move to
follow, leaving, the green eyes follow you hungrily.

I grab my long coat and go out on the balcony for a breath of air, the
party just inches away behind the sheer curtains. The sound fades as I
draw a deep clear breath. I lean over the railing to see the people
on the street just a few feet below. A swish of the curtains, a
temporary blocking of the sound as you come through the door and put
your arms around my waist, leaning your cheek on my back, moulding
yourself against my buttocks. I don’t move, frozen, waiting to see
what will happen. Your hands have such a life of their own, strong
and soft, slipping inside my coat, inside my shirt, tweaking me,
stroking, sliding inside the cotton. They slide to the sides of my
hips and grip me lightly almost carelessly, then snake sensuously
inside the pockets of my slacks. Uuuuunh! What a grip, tender,
strong, light. I would go far for a grip like that, teasing me out
here on the balcony with the party behind us and the people below.
Your fingers slide delicately over my erection, teasing…… back and
forth, up and around.

I feel you shiver and realize you are just wearing your shirt against
the cool night. You turn me around and face to face, you stand inside
the folds of my long warm coat. Our breaths turn instantly to steam.
You press a finger to my lips, then with a teasing smile and a pat to
my pressure point you turn to bend over the railing, your back to me
inside my coat that hangs nearly to my ankles. I laugh and slide my
hands in your pockets. You reaction is swift, bending your knees,
rubbing the crease of your bum up and down against me, spreading your
knees to give me access to the delights of your musky dampened crotch.

My fingers slide over your backthrust hips, down the inside of your
thighs, teasing, then return to your belt. I can hear your breath
catch as I undo the catch of your pants. They are so roomy, I can
slide my hand down inside to tantalize your bare thighs. You arch
your back lower, raising your hips in that unmistakable rutting
movement, a gentle roll in time with my fingers sliding, pressing,
gripping you through your underwear. Your pants fall in a puddle
around your ankles and you gasp as the cool night air puffs kisses
against your dampness. Oh, so ready to get fucked. I grasp your
underwear, pull it down slightly until I can move it to the side. My
cock springs easily from it’s confines, and I let go for the few
seconds it takes to lubricate and slip on a condom. You shiver in
cold, and at the thought of the latex. I don’t delay, since you are
already hyped.

I guide my charger to your opening. Damn, the underwear gets in the
way. Frustrated, I take out my clasp knife and cut through the flimsy
material. It falls in tatters inside the puddle of your pants.
Gripping the nape of your neck with my left hand, and my erection with
my right, I bend my knees and nose it up inside you. You grunt and
flex your knees to take it in. Your back arches down. My hand
entwines your hair to pull back your neck. You are shaking with the
urge to be driven. Slowly, you are opening to accommodate my length.
I slap your hip with my open hand, and reach around in front to feel
your desire. Grabbing you hard and forcing you back with my fingers,
I slide all inside you. The warmth of your buttery buns pressing
against my stomach.

I lean forward, still holding back your head, and my teeth graze the
straining side of your neck. You wince and jerk at the pain, but there
is nowhere to move to. I have you right where I want you, spread
open, split naked in front of me, hot and panting, skewered on my
stiff poker, ready for the serious stuff. You start as a voice sounds
from the party inside but I tighten my grip, flexing my knees and take
a newer deeper thrust. The slippery juice of our rut is matting the
hair above my cock and on my balls. I feel it on the inside of your
thighs when I press there with my long fingers. I lean closer over
you, pressing you into the railing, moving inside you now and using my
hand and fingers at the same time. Your sleek muscles grip me and you
move as if to rise up again. I growl and sink my teeth into the back
of your neck. My hand that held your hair slides up under your shirt
and squeezes your nipples in time to my grinding fingers and crotch.
I see your eyes staring blindly at the passersby on the street below,
your mouth slack, your whole body tensed, pleading, anguished,
pleading to be taken over the edge, your lower opening welcomes me.
Aaah! The voices only inches behind us and I feel you start to quake,
to shake, to squirm your ass gainst my belly, grabbing my hand and
using it on your crotch to fully satisfy your lust.

I growl against you one last time, then slowly relax my grip. My hands
ache with the tension, my knees are weak, I slump over you, my cheek
on your shoulder. My erection recedes and falls out with a silent
plop. You realize your nakedness and bend to draw up your pants. I
remove the condom into a kleenex and stuff it into my pocket. I slip
my half-hard member back inside my pants and zip them up. You turn
from your re- dressing and close your teeth on my collarbone. Turning
your head coyly to the side you look so inviting. I know you are
thinking of the green eyes in the kitchen and the long night before
the dawn ahead.

I’m was staying in a hotel in Princeton, NJ while registering for
classes at Princeton Univeristy when I noticed a small petite woman at
the ice cream counter located next to the pool. She was suggestively
eating a vanilla ice cream cone. Dressed in jeans, a tighly fitting
t-shirt that showed off the treasures that mother nature gave to her in
abundance and seemed to be equal to a set of measurments equal to
38C-30-34. I knew I was onto a good thing since she was there the
afternoon before and was obviously alone, like me.

I started to chat with her and find out that her name was Amber. She
dropped a comment that she’d like someone to mend the plug on the
hair-drier in her room. I offered to do it. She asked me to wait down
at the bar while she wanted to phone someone from her room and to asked
me to give her ten minutes. The next ten minutes dragged by as I start
to anticipate what undressing this cute woman would uncover. I look at
my watch about 5 times, ordered another drink for courage, and got to
the elevators like the building was on fire. The tenth floor seems a
mile away, with the whole world getting on and off at each floor.

I got out of the elevator and found her room number 6900 and knocked on
the door, somewhat apprehensive.

She opened the door. Imagine my surprise to see her standing there
dressed only in her pink teddie. She looked fantastic as she motioned
for me to come in.

“Thanks. Where’s the drier”, I ask.

“I’ll get it for you,” she says. She went to the dressing table and
handed it to me. I played along with it for a few seconds. “I can’t
see anything wrong with it,” I said, not having a clue; “but there
might be a loose connection in the plug. Have you got a nail file?”
“Here,” she replied, giving it to me. “While you fix it I’ll just take
a shower.” So there’s me fiddling away with the nail file, undoing the
plug, while she showers within feet of me, this gorgeous female I’ve
never met before, In fact, the wire was loose and it was easily mended.
She came out of the shower clad only in a large bath towel, drying
herself and looking so sexy that I could have jumped on her there and
then.

“I’ve fixed it.” I say proudly. “Thought you would,” she smiled; “now
let’s see if it works.” Without a blink she threw the towel on the
floor and stretched out naked on the bed. “Perhaps you’d like to try
it out here.” she says, pointing to her pubic hair. I don’t need
asking twice. I’m was on the bed playing the current of warm air over
her fanny and gently running my fingers through her hair before she’s
finished asking. The warm air soon began to have the desired effect and
she started to breathe heavily. Her legs open slightly, and she started
to caress her breasts.

“It’s too hot,” she moaned after a while. “cool me down now.” I took
my cue from her and , getting down between her legs, I got down on her
fresh pussy and cooled her hot, aching clitoris with my wet tongue.
“How’s that?” I asked, raising my head for a moment. But she was in
another world.

Within seconds I’m nuzzled her sweet-smelling pussy again and caressed
her little knob to a climax. Her body writhed as she clasped her thighs
so hard around my head I think she’ll screw it off. It was such bliss
that I kept on tonguing her more and more as she tossed from side to
side, trying to push my tongue deeper into her pussy. The wetness of my
tongue and her juices mingle as we roll together, moaning and wallowing
in one another.

She moved out from under me and got into a submissive kneeing position
on the bed with her back to me. I climbed behind her as my hands moved
all over her behind and I started to put my fingers into her pussy just
teasing the outside of the pussy wet lips. “I hope you hands are
clean,” she remarks quietly, without turning around. And I’d like
something a bit larger than your fingers while your at it,” she said.

I noticed that next to her bed was a purple dildo sticking out from
under her pillow and I took it in my hands and ran it over the cheeks
of her ass. She pushed her hips back against the dildo and started
bucking her hips trying to get me to rub her clit with the toy. I
teased her for a few minutes like this and told her to put her head on
the bed and raise her ass into the air. I parted her lips be inserting
the dildo into her pussy and while I was doing this she opened her legs
winder as she pushed her hips back towards the oncoming object in my
hand. It was rather thick for her, but after some resistance she got it
in and looked over her shoulder with a smile of delight. “I’m ready
for you, sir,” she murmured, after awhile.” Fuck me with the real
thing.” I move up behind her and after moving out the dildo from her
wet pussy, slid myself into her wet, juicy hole with no resistance at
all.

“This is what you get for being such a slut, you little tease,” I told
her as I pounded in and out of her pussy. She smiled at me and told
me, “I’ve been planning this since the first night I saw you at the
bar”. Fucking her at a fast pace caused her to make little crying
noises and I knew that she would be cumming soon. I bent down and
picked up her panties noticing that they were wet with her juices
probably from before her shower. Shoving her panties in her with mouth
was no problem. At first she resisted opening her mouth until I grabbed
one of her breasts. A gentle massaging of it caused Amber to opened her
mouth to cry out and I quickly shoved part of her wet panties into her
open mouth. She looked like a tasty tart asking to be taken for a ride.

Both of us come at almost the same time as she squeezed me even from
inside. I was all the way into her and noticed all her juices were
running out of her pussy and down her legs. I moved away from her after
a few minutes and layed her down on her back and snuggled next to her
as a smile appeared on her face. She put my hand on her wet pussy and
then brought it up to her mouth and sucked her wetness off of my hand.

She looked over at me with a grin on her face and said,” What are you
doing tommorrow night, sir?”

Wen and I were enjoying our semester in the US, but we were terribly
homesick for China. We loved the way men were constantly looking at
us, admiring our thick black hair and small tits, but the women were
constantly jealous. We went out one night and this woman was giving us
the eye, so Wen and I decided to make her jealous. We went up to the
cutest guy in the place, and started flirting with him, me on one side
and Wen on the other.

“What’s your name?” I whispered, sliding my hand up his chest, feeling
the curling hairs with my delicate fingers. I tilted my head to the
side so my hair framed my face and smiled at him. I could feel all the
women in the place watching us jealously, and it was really making my
pussy wet.

“Ander,” he said. I could see a prominent bulge in his jeans, and I
nodded to Wen, who ran her hand down his stomach, just grazing his
prick, and then squeezed his muscular thigh. “Oh god,” Ander gasped.
“You two are so hot.”

“We know,” Wen giggled. “And we’re so homesick. Won’t you come over
to our place and make us feel welcome in your country?” Well, Ander
wasn’t stupid; he knew a good thing when he saw it, so we headed out
the door. I could feel everyone’s eyes on us, so I made sure there was
an extra twitch in my ass.

Back at our place, Ander couldn’t believe his luck. Wen and I were
kissing him and each other as we stripped off his clothes, whispering
sexy things to him. “I always thought Asian chicks were shy,” Ander
said, and then his sentence dissolved into a groan as Wen took his cock
in her mouth.

I laughed, straddling Ander’s face and resting my naked pussy on his
mouth. “Oh, we are,” I said. “Very shy. Now eat my pussy.”

I rode Ander’s tongue as he licked me enthusiastically, sliding his
tongue inside my slit and all around while Wen was blowing him. After
I had come, I climbed off his face and switched with Wen. He had
already come once, but I was able to suck him hard again. As Wen rode
Ander’s face, I climbed in his dick, facing away from them.

Wen was having a great time, wiggling all over Ander’s face as he ate
her out. She snaked her thumb up my ass as I rode his cock, making me
come hard all over his cock, moaning and writhing around in hot, wet
pleasure. I slid off his dick, letting it slap back against his
stomach, gleaming with my juices.

“What do you want?” Wen asked, joining me, licking my pussy cream off
his cock. We smiled up at him, identical brown eyes waiting for his
answer as we stroked his body. My hands were running all over his
chest and legs as Wen fondled his balls and sucked his prick, and I was
pretty sure that he didn’t know which end was up anymore.

“I want, I want to see you eat each other,” Ander gasped. Wen and I
grinned at each other. We stopped touching Ander and started touching
each other instead, fondling the other’s tits and pussy. Finally we
settled into a 69 and began eating each other out. Ander was groaning
and I could hear his hand bouncing against his balls as he beat off.

I was on top, and I felt Ander sliding his dick into my pussy as Wen
sucked on my clit. He fucked me from behind, making me come in on
Wen’s tongue as I licked her to another climax. Finally Ander shot his
third load of the evening on my ass, and Wen came around to lick my
skin clean. We fell asleep together, and somehow Wen and I didn’t feel
so homesick anymore.

Janelle had had her eye on Rakim for quite some time, like every other
woman in the neighborhood. He was tall and muscular, with warm brown
skin that shone in the sun, only a shade darker than her own. His
bright white teeth and small gold earring made him irresistible to
women.

One night, as Janelle walked home in her shortest, tightest dress, her
newly styled black ringlets bouncing above her shoulders, Rakim brushed
by her against the sidewalk. She felt her pussy dampen instantly as he
turned and checked her out, and on impulse she turned around and
followed him. He led her into an alley behind a restaurant. As he
took her in his arms and kissed her, his warm tongue probing the inside
of her mouth, she could smell the food cooking and the shouts of the
cooks and waitstaff calling to each other.

Rakim’s hands skimmed over Janelle’s tight curves until his hands found
her ass. He lifted her up slightly, pressing her against his cock,
hard under his loose-fitting shorts. Holding her there as they ground
their hips together, he tugged the sleeve of her dress down. One of
her round brown breasts popped free, and Rakim bent over to suck it,
his neatly trimmed hair brushing over her skin as his broad tongue
teased her nipple.

Janelle gasped in pleasure as he continued sucking on her tit, his hand
working its way from her ass under her panties to find her moist, warm
cunt. “Mmm, you are ready for it, aren’t you baby?” Rakim purred,
moving his mouth over to her other breast, pulling the dress aside so
he could tongue the underside of the smooth globe.

“I’ve been ready for a long time,” Janelle said, and then gasped as
Rakim slid his teeth lightly over her nipple and his fingers over her
clit at the same time.

Rakim moved his hand from her cunt to undo his fly. His long prick
popped out of his shorts, glowing dark against the clean white fabric.
Janelle leaned up against the wall, the bricks hard against her back as
she prepared to get fucked by the hottest guy on the block. He tugged
down her soaking panties and she felt his hard missile probing at her
pussy lips. Her cunt hair was sticky from her juices.

When Rakim found Janelle’s tight hole, he plunged in deeply, her cunt
lips sucking at his hard-on. She wrapped her legs around his waist and
he lifted her into the air by her round ass, screwing her with long,
slow strokes. Janelle slipped one hand down between them and rubbed
her stiff clit as they fucked, making herself come.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Rakim panted. Sweat stained his white tank top,
glistened on his shoulders as he lifted her high, driving into
Janelle’s sweet cunt over and over again. Her tits, still sticking out
of the neckline of her dress, bounced and jiggled as they fucked.

“Mmm, give me that dick,” Janelle moaned, rubbing her clit in short,
hard circles. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She howled the words in
pleasure, her voice mingling with the clang of pots and pans inside the
restaurant kitchen, only a few feet away.

Rakim pushed hard inside Janelle one last time, pouring his load into
her cunt, panting and leaning his head on her tits in exhaustion. As
his cock began to soften and slip back out of her, he let her slide to
the ground. Janelle kicked off her panties, feeling his cum dripping
down the inside of her thighs, and tossed the scrap of red lace to him.
“You’ll be back for more,” she said cockily.

Rakim grinned and winked at Janelle as she straightened her dress and
walked out of the alley, her ass twitching under her dress. He knew he
would.

Elsie giggled as Jeff carried her over the threshold of the door of
room 204 in their hotel. They had just gotten married and were happy
and giddy from the champagne and the fun of the party. They fell onto
the bed, laughing. Elsie shifted, feeling Jeff’s cock pressing against
her thigh through the skirt of her gown. She giggled, shifting up and
pulling off her white panties as she undid the pants of his tuxedo.
Jeff’s cock sprang up, hard and red, and she lifted the skirt of her
dress as she her wet pussy down over her new husband’s cock. She rode
him as she came over and over, both of them moaning loudly in pleasure.

In room 205, Rich and Cheryl had been fighting all night, but when they
heard the sound of the couple next door fucking, their ecstasy obvious
from the noises they were making, they both began to get aroused.
Cheryl felt herself getting wetter and wetter as she heard the woman
coming repeatedly. She rolled over and slid down Rich’s body,
surprising him by taking his already-hard cock into her mouth. She
fingered her pussy as she sucked his cock, smiling as she heard him
groaning and breathing hard. With a loud grunt, he came in her mouth.

Next door, Barry was trying to get to sleep. He was concerned about a
business meeting he had for the next morning. He heard the obvious
sounds of slurping and moaning next door. Some lucky guy was getting
head. He reached down and stroked his dick as he listened. He pushed
his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead, jerking himself off,
imagining the pretty woman he had seen in the hotel lobby earlier with
her mouth wrapped around his cock. She had long, curly blonde hair,
and he could just see it falling forward over his stomach as she sucked
him off. “Take it,” he groaned as he came, his cum spraying high into
the air.

Alicia finished brushing her long, curly blonde hair and turned off the
light. In the darkness, she heard someone groaning in pleasure in the
room next to hers. She felt a flutter in her stomach and a tingle in
her pussy as she thought of the man she had seen in the hotel lobby
earlier. She reached down and began rubbing her pussy, teasing herself
by playing with her cunt lips. She wondered if the man had been
circumcised. She imagined herself licking his cock, sucking it into
her mouth. She thrust her fingers deep inside her pussy as she came,
picturing herself pushing back his foreskin and letting him come in her
mouth.

The sound of squeaking bedsprings in the neighboring room woke Adam up.
He was spooned up behind Clara, his erection pressing into her ass.
She gave a quiet moan and pushed back against him. Adam quickly slid
off his boxer shorts and lifted Clara’s leg over his. She pushed back
against him, taking his dick inside her from behind. He moved easily
in and out of her wet cunt as she fingered her clit. They came
together, his cock exploding inside of her clenching pussy as they both
groaned aloud.

Back in 204, Jeff and Elsie had finally managed to get out of their
clothes and were lying together in their honeymoon suite, kissing. “We
were kind of loud,” Elise said. “I hope we didn’t disturb anyone.”

Christine was getting wetter and wetter as she watched the singer on
the stage of the small, smoky club. Singing old songs in a husky, low
voice, the woman wove an erotic spell, capturing Christine. Her body
curved deliciously under her tight silver sequined dress, her cleavage
thrusting out over the neckline.

After the set, Christine worked up the courage to approach the singer
at the bar. “I’m Christine. I thought you were great,” she said.

The singer smiled, inhaling her cigarette. “Thanks. I’m Avonda.” She
was about Christine’s height, with warm, cocoa-colored skin and curly,
shoulder-length hair. “Would you like to join me?” She beckoned the
bartender with one long cherry-red fingernail.

The women talked, their heads close together over their drinks. When
they left, they shared a cab uptown. Christine started when she felt
Avonda’s hand sliding under her skirt, her soft fingers tasting her
thighs. Moving closer, Christine returned the gesture. Avonda smiled.

In the backseat of the cab, the women slid their hands higher and
higher under each other’s skirts, parting their legs. Christine hooked
her knee over Avonda’s and stroked her breast subtly through her thin,
sheer shirt. Her nipples were hard and sensitive.

With a small sigh, Avonda slipped one of her fingers inside Christine’s
dripping pussy. Christine bit her lip and ran her fingers over
Avonda’s stiff clit, pushing back the hood under the singer’s curly
pubic hair and rubbing the hard bud lightly with her fingertips.

The cab sped through the city streets, the driver unaware of what was
taking place behind him. The smell of their hot cunts filled the
backseat, and Christine was sure there would be two wide, wet spots on
the leather when they stood up. Avonda was now finger-fucking
Christine in earnest, as Christine tried to subtly thrust her hips to
meet Avonda’s palm with each penetration. She shuddered and jerked in
a barely controlled orgasm. Avonda’s rhythm had become jerky as
Christine teased her clit lightly, and she came again and again,
moaning almost imperceptibly in that low, lusty voice.

Stopping in front of Avonda’s apartment, the women paid the fare and
hurried upstairs. Christine slipped the straps of Avonda’s dress over
her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin was smooth and
dark, her nipples the color of bitter coffee. Christine shrugged out
of her own clothes as they headed to the bedroom.

The women fell onto the bed together, Christine’s light, peach-tinted
skin a strong contrast to Avonda’s musky bronze. Kissing passionately,
their hands explored other’s bodies. Fingers tweaked stiff, long,
nipples, palms massaged hips.

When they had rolled over and over each other, Christine finally lay on
her back, her legs spread as Avonda kissed her way south, stopping to
curl her tongue around each of Christine’s pale nipples. Christine’s
cunt was shining with wet anticipation, waiting for Avonda’s tongue.

Knowing that Christine had come once already in the cab, Avonda decided
to take her time. She pushed Christine’s pussy lips apart with her
thumbs, running the tip of her dark pink tongue up and down their
folds. Christine’s slit was gaping and her clit was engorged and
exposed, sitting like a crown above her empty hole. Avonda traced each
inch of Christine’s moist cunt with her tongue, thrusting it in and out
of her hole, and then flipping along her clit.

Closing her lips around Christine’s hard clit, Avonda began to hum
quietly. Christine jerked and sat up, almost pulling her clit from
between Avonda’s lips. The singer simply smiled and pushed Christine
back down, still humming.

The vibration coming from Avonda’s lips and tongue was incredible.
Christine’s thighs shook uncontrollably as Avonda kept up the quiet
sound she was making. As she changed in pitch, so did the buzzing
against Christine’s clit. Moaning, writing, clutching at the sheets in
ecstasy, Christine held off coming as long as she could. Finally, she
exploded, her clit pressing back against Avonda’s vibrating mouth,
juices leaking from her slit.

Avonda’s lips and chin were shiny with Christine’s nectar when she
moved back up her body. She kissed Christine’s stomach and breasts
lightly, still humming, throwing aftershocks through her body with each
touch of her buzzing lips.

It had been nearly twenty years since we graduated, but Evan was just
as gorgeous as he had been back then. Tall, warm brown skin, hair cut
fashionably short, liquid chocolate brown eyes, and big hands that I
had always dreamed of having on my breasts. I was pretty proud of the
way I had kept myself in shape, and I sidled up to him in my skimpy red
dress, tossed my still-blonde hair and asked, “Recognize me?”

Evan turned to me and a smile spread across his wide, sensual lips.
“How could I ever forget the most beautiful woman in our class?” We
embraced, and a thrill ran through my body as his muscular chest
brushed against my breasts. He dropped a gentle kiss on my cheek and
my clit exploded in pleasure at the touch of his skin against mine.

We caught up on old times and talked about what had happened since
graduation. When I heard that he was divorced too, I decided to make
my move, and invited him for a nightcap in my room. As soon as we were
in the door, though, we were kissing passionately, pulling at each
other’s clothes.

Evan’s skin gleamed darkly in the light of the room. I couldn’t stop
touching him, thrilling at the sight of my fair hands against his dark
skin. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered in
his deep, husky voice, running his hands down my body when he peeled
away my dress. He bent to take one of my nipples in his mouth, his
soft goatee brushing against my skin. I moaned, caressing his hair and
his shoulders, running my hands over every inch of him.

When he had teased my nipples to hardness, I moved over to the bed and
we lay down. His broad, strong hands caressed my pussy, savoring my
warm, wet, wide lips. He brought me to orgasm easily with just the
touch of his fingers, and I arched my back and whispered his name.
When I had come back to earth, I kissed my way down his smooth brown
chest, headed for a taste of his cock.

His big black rod pulsed as my mouth got closer and closer. I shivered
in anticipation, watching his dark cockhead throbbing, the slit oozing
pre-cum. I licked around the glans and kissed my way down the lengthy
shaft, listening to him moan softly. Then I quickly moved back up and
sucked his cockhead into my mouth. His moans grew louder, his voice
deepening in approval as I swirled my tongue around his prick, pumping
the lower part of the shaft in my fist.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he murmured. I glanced up, my lips wrapped
firmly around his dick, watching him close his eyes in ecstasy. A
moment later I felt his balls pump and his cock pulse, and a river of
warm, salty-sweet cum poured over my tongue. I swallowed it all,
licking my lips, delirious with the taste of him, and kissed my way
back up his body.

I thought that would be it for a while, but Evan had other ideas. He
moved back down my body, kissing me everywhere, and then parted my legs
and thrust his tongue into my wet slit. He was a terrific
cunnilinguist, his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, inside me,
twirling over my clit, pressing against my sensitive anus, and where
his tongue wasn’t, those beautiful dark fingers were. I came so hard
and so often that I felt like I was spinning through space on a web of
pleasure.

“Evan,” I murmured, my pussy aching. “I want you inside me.”

“I’ve dreamed of this for twenty years,” he whispered, moving on top of
me. I pulled my legs back and drew his prick inside my pussy, flexing
my muscles and running my hands over his back, urging him on. We
screwed in frantic pleasure, pushing back against each other. He drove
into me with long, sure strokes, grinding his hips against me until I
came again, and then with a loud cry, he exploded inside me.

I kissed his beautiful neck, running my hands down to his firm ass.
Despite the passage of twenty years, we still had the same old feelings
for each other.