She couldn't help but stare at it, captured in her hand, the shiny head broad and rounded, making her fingers look small as she worked his cock up and down, faster and faster. It throbbed at her touch, and she slowed for a moment, lest he come too quickly—
"Stop," he breathed, almost as if he'd read her mind.
"Why?" she asked with a pout. She raked her thumbtip across the tiny slit at the end, which welled with the clear fluid that was beginning to pool there.
"Because I want to fuck you in two different ways tonight, and I don't want to use it on your hand."
She did as she was told, allowing herself a delicious shiver at the way he said fuck ring in her ears, taking a last opportunity to rake her fingernails up his prodigious length. Below, her pussy tingled, wet and ready for his next command, hoping, pleading for it to be—
"On your hands and knees, on the bed."
Ohhhhhhhhhh...she thought as she eagerly made the transition, sliding on the expanse of the bed. The juices flowed freely from her slit now, creating a slick liquid trail down her inner thigh. She crushed her face into the pillows, wiggling her heart-shaped derriere in the air as she anticipated his thick explorations. Her ass was generous, big and curvy, and she wanted him to grab it, thrust on it, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck it with that horse-dick of his—
He wasted no time fulfilling her wish.
He found the wet path running down her leg, and scooped it up with the hot head of his cock, sliding it up, up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, until it nested in the thick wet bush between her thighs.
He opened her up hard,
thrusting the broad head deep amid her puffy lips, and she involuntarily screamed with the pleasure and pain of it all, the hot cock she craved
stretching her,
massaging her
from the inside,
stroking her sugar walls in time to the
slap-slap-slap
rhythm of his thighs against her generous ass,
rough hands grabbing, pulling her hips back and forth,
pussy stroking and stroking the welcome visitor,
mouth making ohhhhhhhhhh and aaaaaaaaah and uuuuuuuuuuuh noises
knees nearly giving way with the hot pleasure radiating out from her core
she pulsed and convulsed and fucked
and stroked
and
and
caaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmme
then
caaaaaaaaaame
then
caaaaaame
and
came
She felt him slide out, still hard as iron.
She lay on the bed, the half-moon of her ass still in the air, panting, gasping from the gifts he'd given her, eager to accept him again in any way, any manner he saw fit.
She felt deliciously helpless, deliciously vulnerable as strong hands spread the round, jiggling orbs of her butt.
"Tell me you want it," he rasped, his voice catching with raw, pent-up lust.
Of course she knew what he wanted to hear.
"Take my ass," she stage-whispered, sliding her fingers back toward her rump. She eagerly pulled the cheeks apart, taking over from his hands so he could use them for other purposes. "I want my ass full of your thick, stiff cock."
A hot, wet, broad something slid across the tiny entrance there, and a little thrill slid up her spine when she realized it was not what she thought it was.
Hot breath rippled between the cheeks of her derriere, She let out little furtive yelps as the slick tip of his tongue darted in and out, gently playing pathfinder, loosening her up and getting her oh, so wet. He'd never done that before and it
felt
so
fucking
gooooood—
Lips sucked and slurped, lingering at her ass, and she lay there slack-jawed, riding the luscious waves of orgasm after orgasm.
"Dammit," she moaned, gripping the sheets with bitch-red nails, "stop teasing me and fuck me in the ass..."
There was no warning, just the sensuous feeling of a broad slickness pushing its way past her dampened and slowly yielding portal. Strong hands gripped her hips as steady, rhythmic thrusts pushed at her tight opening, harder and harder until the hot round cockhead slithered into her anus—
"Ahhhh!"
Her involuntary shout excited him, and he began to push deeper, deeper into the hot, humid depths of her round ass. She tightened around the hot cylinder that invaded her most intimate of depths, squeezing her curvy cheeks together to milk it of its hot stickiness. Concentration left her, the only noises able to escape her clenched lips a hissing noise as he filled her ass. It was here she felt her most primal,
Here where she felt like the dirty girl she liked to be, feeling bad, bad, bad as she listened to her butt eagerly slurp at his big cock...
Here where she went weak-kneed with lust as
every
nerve
ending
in her
Ass
came
alive—
She shivered as he abruptly withdrew his hot length, the sudden emptiness in her ass a bleak void, and she rolled over onto her back to see him holding his near-bursting cock in his hand.
His eyes were crazed lust as he slid up her, and she knew what he wanted then, and she was only too happy to comply. Her tongue raked across her lips as she came face to face with the instrument that had given her so much pleasure a few seconds ago.
It was dark and angry with the pent-up desire inside it, and only she could give release.
She accepted the challenge.
Both hands gripped the slick, raging shaft, and she eagerly rolled her tongue across the head, tasting his salty juices and her own. Her beckoning tongue and lips slurped and sucked, bobbed and kissed.
His slick head filled her mouth, and she closed her eyes, shutting out one of her senses to enhance the other four...
Touch: steel-rigid, hot, slick, pulsating, throbbing, thrusting, bulging...
Taste: salty, sweet, delicious, tangy, luscious...
Smell: sweaty, musky, humid, sexy...
Sound: slurping, smacking, oohhh, mmmmph, yeah, don't stop, take it allllll....
Ohhhhhhh, how she wanted it all, to take it in, all the way down, but he was too blessed, there was sooooooo much...
She slid a hand down to his balls, ripe, hanging fruit boiling with the liquid passion that wanted to erupt, to spurt, to leap from him—
"Baby, I'm gonna....I'm gonna..."
She withdrew all but the thick head, letting it rub hot against the inside of her cheek, furiously stroking with her hand and licking with her tongue...
"Give it to me," she mumbled around his dick, wishing for another hand so she could touch herself. "Empty those balls..."
"Gonna...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Jets of hot gooey, salty liquid stung the back of her mouth, and she let the thick juices roll across her tongue and down her eager throat before pulling him out of her mouth, letting an endless cascade of boiling spurts land on her beestung lips, aiming them at her neck and nipples and between the gentle curves of her breasts, coaxing the last pearls from the end with lips and fingers and tongue.
She fell back on the mountain of pillows behind her, a sticky, silvery string trailing from her lower lip, connecting her to his cock. A swift swipe from her tongue captured the briny evidence so she could send it, still warm, into her tummy.
"Yum," she said, smiling up at him with eager eyes.
The End.
Meeting Miss Turner
Brandie skipped classes all day Friday, she had been feeling restless all week so she decided to visit little bar with the funny name on the North Side. One week previous she had felt very uncomfortable at the very same location, of course then the circumstances were quite different.
As part of pledge week the big sisters of her sorority felt it would be a laugh to take some pledges to an alleged lesbian meat market to see how the new fish would react to that
environment. Brandie felt uneasy the entire night, not because of the location but because she sensed a simmering hostility of the club regulars whose private space had been violated by a lack of common courtesy.
Chelsea; Big Sista Numero Uno treated the trip like a visit to the zoo, and made no attempt to hide her distain for the other woman in the club. Brandie felt awkward and wondered if the sisters of her house had been white and descended on a club in the Hill District would the brothers and sisters in the "hood" have been as polite about the breach of etiquette. What she needed Brandie thought, was to take her bougie-ass back to Philly.
Brandie returned to the bar because she wanted to prove she harbored no prejudice and her little social experiment was going very well she thought. The truth in fact was not all the women were lesbians; some liked to hang out in an estrogen enriched environment for a few hours just to get away from the world at large.
At the moment she was getting a lesson on shooting pool with one of the most interesting people she ever met, Barbara, better know as DB to her friends. The moniker was short for Dumbbell but not meant as a pejorative but referred to Barbara's sport of choice body building.
Since retiring from competition she made a living as a fitness trainer and modeling; apparently men enjoyed looking at muscular black women posing in fetish heels and lingerie, sometimes less. Which was the case today she was relaxing after shooting an art layout wearing nothing but a pairs of eight inch heels. She was relaxing now in a pair of well worn jeans, a tank tee shirt and her timberlands.
Thirty year old Barbara was an attractive woman but at five and half feet and one hundred and fifty of hard muscle most people assume she was bull dyke, but she actually enjoyed fine fashion and could be very submissive and feminine if the occasion or partner called for it. She grew up the only girl in a house with four older brothers, became a tomboy; and the sports she learned to enjoy earned her a college scholarship in fact. If most man were put off by her looks, she didn't care since she preferred woman.
Dressed in a pink tee shirt, a denim mini skirt, and ugg boots, Brandie knew she was looking fly. She had several guys hit on her earlier in the day, one old head even told her she looked like a young Brenda Sykes who every that was. Brandie had fully expected to rebuff an advance from DB by now; the fact she hadn't troubled her. Once while DB was showing Brandie a better way to aim her shot their bodies brushed closely, Brandie felt an initial rush of adrenaline that quickly changed to unexpected excitement. Brandie hoped her hard nipples didn't show; they did very noticeably.
As Brandie was lining up her next shot she heard someone else enter the back room where she and DB were playing pool. She tried not to pay any attention, but she still missed her shot. When she turned to see who entered she notice DB and the new person getting very friendly.
DB embraced the waist of a pretty light skinned woman. The woman made a first impression, tall and slim, she styled her dark hair into a crown loose braids which tapered on the sides and back into tiny plaits. She wore a black mini skirt, a lavender blouse, black pumps, and lots jewelry. The women exchanged several playful kisses as slim caressed the muscular arms embracing her.
"I have a surprise for you." The woman said.
"What, did you finally shave that bush you been growing since I've known you?" DB asked, teasingly pulling the woman's mini skirt pretending to expose part of her buttocks.
"No silly, I'll show you on the way home," Said the woman, before asking. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Brandie; she wants to learn how to shoot pool." DB informed the woman.
The woman had a scary quality to her green eyes Brandie thought even though she introduced herself with a smile on her face.
"You'll have to excuse my girlfriend's lack certain social graces. I'm Shaquandra, but everyone calls me Shaq. It's nice to meet you Brandie. Have we met before?" Shaq inquired.
Thirty one year old Shaq used the term girlfriend to give Brandie the wrong impression; on purpose. The two were not a romantic pair although they frequently enjoyed carnal pleasure together since they were roommates and the best of friends with benefits.
"No I don't think so," Brandie answered.
"You in were here last week with that Sorority, weren't you?" Shaq insisted more than asked. "I wouldn't forget a tasty little piece of dark chocolate like you."
The dark chocolate comment gave Brandie a moment of pause as she thought. Is she coming on to me with her girl friend right there?
"Um yes, but that wasn't my idea..." Brandie started to explain.
"I know we get you girls in her all the time, from every school in the area. I wish the little dykes would just come out and play, don't you? Shaq asked.
"I don't think any of them are...in the closet," Said Brandie.
"Oh really, what about you? Aren't you trying to pick up my girlfriend? Really if you were dressed like with me I'd be dragging you home to make you holla girl," Shaq said. "Alright now Shaq," DB said pretending to scold her friend.
"Oh no, I'm not gay," Brandie said, whining a little as she spoke.
"Okay, okay if you say so. You know, I like to shoot pool too, but it's not fun without a wager. I'll play you for a kiss," Shaq said.
"What? No we're not playing for anything," Insisted Brandie.
"Why, scared you may like it?" Shaq countered.
"No...I just, I just can't play that good, I'll lose," Brandie said.
"So you may get lucky, you have been practicing with DB, so let's go it'll be fun," Shaq insisted.
Since it didn't appear that anyone was going to step up to save her from the aggressive woman Brandie resigned herself to playing, then a new voice spoke up.
"Oh you're always trying to get over on someone with that playing for a kiss bullshit, leave her alone," A woman's said, her detached voice being heard before she entered the room.
"Isabelle this isn't High School, and you aren't the Principle up in here. Plus I know she's too old to be one of your students," Said Shaq.
"She was three years ago... Hello Brandie," Said Isabelle.
Brandie was shocked to see her high School Principle Mrs. Marshall standing in the doorway. In her a gray business suit, with her silver hair pinned into a bun Isabelle had an air of authority. She was a model of black womanhood Brandie aspired to be.
"Hi Mrs. Marshall," Brandie mumbled, suddenly feeling very young and vulnerable.
"Call me Isabelle; we're all grown in here," Laughed Isabelle.
With her third Martini in hand she was feeling no pain in fact she was well on her way to being completely drunk.
"This is between Brandie and me stay out of it Isabelle," Said Shaq.
"I'm just observing to make sure you don't take advantage of this baby," Isabelle said.
"Well since you two are girls and all, how about we make this a four way bet. You get what she gets, from me!" DB said, jumping in to back up Shaq.
"Get what, a kiss. Please I'm way too old for games like this. I'm married for Gods sake," Isabelle laughed.
"If Shaq wins she gets to kiss Brandie, and I get to kiss you, it's about time your old ass had a girl gone wild moment," DB mockingly stated.
"Yeah that's right, that's the deal and no backing out of it either," Huffed Shaq.
"What do we get when Brandie wins?" Isabelle asked.
"Anything you want." Shaq said.
They decided to play eight ball. Brandie held her own at first dropping in three balls, while Shaq missed several shots before sinking one ball that just happened to be right in front of the hole.
"I may not get my kiss playing like this. What do you want when you win Brandie?" Shaq asked.
"Free drinks for the rest of the night," Brandie replied; she wanted to get a real good buzz tonight.
Another "Cosmopolitan" had appeared just before the game started sent over by a "friend" at the end of the bar according to Tina the cocktail waitress who delivered it. Brandie felt her ears get very warm being hit on by a woman for the
first time; maybe she was attractive to women after all. She sipped the sweet drink between her shots on the pool table.
Shaq missed again and the game turned towards Brandie's favor, as she dropped two more balls in the pockets and was lining up her next shot when she over heard Shaq's make a comment to DB.
"Look at her cute little booty when she bends over like that, and I don't think she's wearing drawers," Shaq whispered loud enough to be heard.
Brandie knew trash talk when she heard it; Shaq was trying to throw her game off. Brandie concentrated took aim and rattled a ball around the corner pocket, then ever so slowly the ball eased over into the hole.
"Nice shot Brandie!" Isabelle exclaimed clapping; after she put her fourth martini down.
Brandie had to make two more shot's and she would win, she lined up the last striped ball on the table and stroked the stick smoothly into the cue ball. The ball clacked against the striped ball, which kissed the bumper next to the side hole and stopped.
"Oh nice try Brandie I almost thought that was going in." Shaq said.
Then she moved up next to Brandie and said. "Let me show you how it's done."
DB walked over to the table and placed a wooden case on it, then walked away to sit back in the corner. Brandie watched Shaq open the box and take out the two halves of a pool cue. The two graphite shafts were screwed together quickly and Shaq stoked her fingers over the long implement while smiling. The handle was adorned with a large knob of red crystal the size of a plum.
"This is Miss Ruby Turner, she going to show you a little something about pool now," Said Shag referring to her custom made cue stick.
"Oh this is bullshit!" Isabelle complained.
"Sit down, Isabelle," DB snapped, and then continued applying Chap Stick before pursing her lips.
Brandie was mortified seeing the custom made stick, and knew she had been duped, but in the back on her mind a thought was germinating. She knew she couldn't play well yet agreed to the stakes; was she hoping for some Sapphic experience.
The thought played over in her mind as she watched Shaq drop shot after shot in expert fashion. Shaq rubbed it in Brandie's face, when only the eight ball was left to secure the victory.
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