Mocha Chocolate: Taste A Piece of Ecstasy

by Greene-Dowdell, Shani

  “Elanda, you’re so wet.”

  Build up, I laughed to myself. Months of build up.

  He removed his thumb from inside of me, placed it in his mouth and sucked it dry. I wanted it back inside of me and he knew it. He wanted me to take control. I grabbed his hand and pushed his thumb back inside of me. He smiled. I bit my lip again as I worked around his thumb. He smiled again when he felt me take hold of his hand and maneuver his thumb around inside of me like it was a joystick. I could tell that he really enjoyed watching me take control.

  Moments later, he slightly pushed my legs apart as if he was about to go into or come out of hiding. In our particular case, he was going in. He removed his thumb and buried his face between my legs. I felt his tongue touch the tip of my clit then he went in for the kill. His mouth found my treasure. My pants and moans increased threefold. I tried to be a big girl and hold my self-control, but I couldn’t as he drove his tongue deeper and deeper inside of me and lapped me like a thirsty dog.

  It’s only one night, I said to myself. Let yourself go.

  After I finished cheering myself on, I lifted my right leg, threw it over his shoulder, latched onto his head and grinded and thrust my goodies all over his face. He seemed to enjoy it because his mouth action sped up. All of a sudden, he gripped my left leg and tossed it over his shoulder. He lifted me off the deck again with my goodies still in his mouth. He carried me to one of the pool lounges. I was hoping and praying that he didn’t lose his balance or stepped the wrong way because if he had, I would’ve gone over the railing and into the dark blue ocean with the sharks that would’ve finished the feast that he had started.

  Once we made it safely to the lounger, he gently laid me down never removing his mouth from between my legs. Yeah, he was a pro at what he was doing and I was happy to receive the pleasure of his skills. I spread my legs apart as far as they would go and shoved his face deeper inside of me as I felt my love about to come down.

  “Darius! Darius!” I moaned. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

  He followed his orders and kept at what he was doing. I reached behind me, gripped the top of the lounger and held on for dear life. I wrapped my legs around his head and thrust as hard and as fast as I could.

  “Darius! Darius!”

  He placed two of his fingers inside my cove to intensify my orgasm. He knew that he and I both were working hard for me to get it. Minutes later, my body was jerking uncontrollably. When he saw that I reached my peak, he stood up over me, retrieved his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a condom.

  It took me a while to regain my composure, but I eventually did. He placed the condom in my hand and smiled at me. I gave him a puzzled look.

  “I want you to put it on me.”

  There was no need for me to continue my shy inexperienced role. He had taken me to a different level and I knew that it could only continue to get better. I sat up on the lounger and reached for the rim of his pants. My fingers shook a little as I unbuttoned and unzipped them. He placed his hands on top of mine to stop my shakes.

  “It’s okay,” he assured and smiled. “I won’t bite.”

  Seconds later, his package was delivered. If there was an ounce of light in the sky at that particular moment, he would have blocked it all out. Yeah, it was like that. When I saw the size of it, I took a long deep breath because I knew that I was in for some serious trouble. I opened the condom wrapper. As I was about to place it on him, he stepped back. I gave him another puzzled look.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Am I doing something wrong?”

  “No, you’re not,” he assured after he heard the concern in my voice. “Use your mouth,” he spoke.

  “What?”

  “Put it on with your mouth.”

  Now, I was seriously tripping because I had never done that before.

  “Instead of using your hands, use your lips and tongue.”

  I watched him as he massaged and stroked his manhood in front of my face. I could’ve sworn that it grew longer and longer after every stroke; like Pinocchio telling a lie. I didn’t want to seem dumb or inexperienced, so I tossed the condom in my mouth and his jackhammer soon followed. I couldn’t believe what I was doing nor could I believe that he was receiving so much pleasure from such a simple act, but his moans and body language told me that he did. I couldn’t believe my next move. I unlatched from his shaft. He gave me a dumbfounded look.

  “You don’t have to do what I think you’re about to do if you don’t want to,” he assured me. “My goal is to please you.”

  “I don’t see why you can’t receive any pleasure in return,” I smiled.

  He had me all wrong. I wanted to do it, but I wanted to do it in my own way. I said nothing as I snatched the condom off, tossed it on the deck then swallowed him.

  “Elanda,” he breathed as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  His knees began to tremble as I began sucking the head like I was a baby on a bottle then licking it like it was the last lollipop I would ever have. He gripped the boat railing for leverage as I went to town on him.

  “Elanda! Elanda!” he continued calling out.

  I gripped his jewels and began massaging them then I took them in my mouth and began sucking them. When I did that, he lost control. He began thrusting as fast as he could.

  “Elanda! Elanda!” he called out. “Oh…my…God girl!”

  I placed both of my hands around his shaft. I was in overdrive with my hands and mouth as I massaged and sucked at an overwhelming pace. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out.

  “What’s wrong?” I gasped.

  I watched his semen splash onto the deck. I smiled on the inside when I realized that he didn’t want to ejaculate in my mouth. I was enjoying every minute with him. Once his task was done, he bent down, kissed me, pinned me down on the lounger and climbed on top of me.

  “I’m happy that I decided to take this cruise,” he whispered in my ear.

  Seconds later, he was inside of me. No more words were spoken. The only language that needed a voice was the language that was coming from our bodies and it was spoken loud and clear. He ripped open my blouse like a hungry animal and unsnapped my front snap bra. My 42DDs spilled out and he consumed them with the quickness. I pulled his shirt over his head breaking his suckling for a brief moment.

  The cool breeze felt good on my skin, but it didn’t help to dry up the sweat that dripped from our bodies at an alarming rate. Between the two of us, there was so much heat and friction going on that the sweat sliding off of our skin was the furthest thing from our minds.

  He placed his hand under my butt cheeks and thrust my body hard onto his as he pile drove my pussy with all his might. I wanted to scream so badly, but figured that if I did someone would come running and catch us in the act and I wasn’t prepared to stop, and I’m sure that he wasn’t either. I was getting even more turned on by his staring down into my eyes as he unleashed his wrath between my legs. He gripped my legs in the fold of his arms and I knew that I was in deep trouble.

  He picked up on the worried look on my face.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Please do,” I gulped a deep breath.

  I buried my face in his chest as he tried to be as gentle as he could. I rubbed my hands on his chest and admired the rest of his tattoos. I could tell by the themes that he had had his heart broken or been through some rough patches throughout his lifetime. Enjoying the pleasurable pain that he dished out, I clawed at his back and shoulders as he went in and out of me trying his best not to hurt me. I stopped grazing his back when I realized that I was digging to deep.

  “I have nothing to hide from anyone,” he whispered and panted it my ear. “If you need to scratch and claw, then do your thing babe.”

  “I don’t wanna bruise you,” I panted back.

  “I’ll heal,” he smiled. “Show your emotions. Hold nothing back. Like I told you before, I’m here for your pleasure.�
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  It turned me on tremendously that he made me feel like I had nothing to be ashamed of. I took his words to heart as I gripped his butt cheeks and pushed him deeper inside of me.

  “That a girl,” he whispered. “Use me for your pleasure. Make me work for you.”

  I was hanging off of every word that came out of his mouth. Minutes later, I released my grip from his butt and just let him do all of the work. He grabbed my leg and lifted it over his shoulder while the other remained in the crease of his arm. He stared me in my eyes and gave me a look to let me know not to take my eyes off of him. I watched him kiss and lick my leg as he continued his strokes inside of me. The moment was amazing. Our eyes stayed locked on each other. I don’t even think that I blinked.

  “You deserve this and a whole lot more,” he spoke between pecks.

  A burst of energy swept throughout my body when he spoke those words. That shy girl who thought that men only wanted her for their own pleasure disappeared.

  “I want to get on top,” I breathed in his ear.

  “Whatever you want, Elanda,” he smiled.

  I shocked myself when I said what I said because I never had the pleasure of trying that position before. Now, I had the chance. He pulled out and stood up over me. My sweaty body immediately followed. I knew that he was waiting for me to make the first move so I maneuvered his body onto the lounger and climbed on top of him. He sat there staring and waiting for me to do whatever it was that I wanted to do. I grasped his pleasure stick, raised my body up over it and slowly eased my body down on it.

  “Ooooooh, Elanda,” he breathed.

  He caressed my breasts with his mouth and squeezed my back as I rolled my hips and thrust all over him. I threw my head back to catch some of the breeze that was sweeping across my face. Suddenly, he pulled my face to his and planted the most passionate kiss on my lips that I had ever received. I didn’t know what to make of it. I just brushed it off as him enjoying the moment. After the kiss, I turned my head and stared out into space because I didn’t want to read too much into our night.

  “No, look at me,” he moaned as he reached for my face and gently turned it back to his. “I want you to enjoy every moment of this like it’s your first and last time.”

  I wanted him to pinch me so that I could make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. He had to be one in a million.

  “I am enjoying myself,” I panted. “More than you’ll ever know.”

  This time, I leaned down and kissed him. He gripped my thighs and began thrusting inside of me and I joined back in on the fun as I rode him like it was my first and last time.

  “Darius,” I panted heavily, “I’m about to explode.”

  “It’s your fire. Let it burn.”

  I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts because I knew the caressing would enhance and intensify my orgasm. I was right. It did. Once my fire died down, I lay my head on his shoulder and tried desperately to catch my breath.

  “Let me show you something,” he whispered in my ear.

  He helped me to my feet then he stood up and grabbed my hand. He led me to the railing and stood behind me. I felt his breath on my neck as he gently pecked every inch of it.

  “Darius, this is so nice and so beautiful,” I spoke as I placed my hand on top of his after he placed his arm around my waist.

  “I know. It seems unreal,” he whispered in my ear as he began massaging my clit with his free hand. “It doesn’t have to end.”

  I gulped when he spoke those words because I didn’t know what he was actually referring to. Again, I thought nothing of it. I moaned as his fingers worked their magic around and inside my treasure spot.

  “This time,” he breathed in my ear, “we cum together.”

  I said nothing. I went with the flow. He gently leaned me over the rail and eased his shaft inside of me. I was getting even more aroused as my nipples raked across the railing. He began kissing and sucking on my back and shoulders while fondling my clit with his fingers. I closed my eyes and lost myself in my ocean of ecstasy. He was right. It did seem unreal. He gripped my thighs when I began throwing my goodies on him.

  “Together,” he panted in my ear.

  I gripped the railing when I felt my love about to come down. He placed his hands on top of mine and squeezed. I knew that his love was coming, too. Moments later, we both erupted. He kept his firm grip on my hands and I kept my firm grip on the railing. It was like neither of us wanted to let go.

  “Elanda,” he breathed in my ear, “Do you remember when I said that we will probably never see each other again?”

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Forget that I said that.”

  I smiled. He released my hands, turned me to face him and caressed my face.

  “This is the beginning of something beautiful,” he continued.

  He pulled my face to his and kissed me. We were so wrapped up in each other that we didn’t notice our clothes flying off the deck and into the ocean.

  Carla S. Pennington was born and raised in Prichard, AL. She graduated with an advanced diploma with honors from Mattie T. Blount High School in 1995 and then went on to further her education at SpringHill College where she received her Bachelors of Arts Degree with a concentration in Journalism in 2002.

  In 1996, she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, a neurological disease that has no known cure but possesses many treatments to slow down the progression. She refuses to let the disease interfere with her life and keeps at her dream of becoming a well known author and continues to be an active mom.

  In 2005, she published her first novel, FLING ISBN: 0-9764801-9-0 with a local publisher KyteFlyte Productions. Her second novel which is untitled at the moment will be published through LifeChangingBooks in 2008.

  Ms. Pennington still resides in her hometown with her three children where she is currently working on a number of urban fiction novels.

  HOPELESSLY ADDICTED

  Hazel Mills

  My Dear Sweet J.T.,

  First, I want you to know that I love you and I can’t stop thinking about you. As I sit among the congregation week after week and watch you captivate parishioners with your psalms of praise and testimony of God’s mercy, my spirit is haunted not by the Holy Ghost but by the memories of you and I making love beneath the midnight sun. I can hardly resist the temptation to reach out and grab your rock hard ass right there in the middle of altar call.

  Every time I crawl into my big empty bed, I am reminded of the passionate times that we've shared there, intertwined like fruit on a grapevine. I close my eyes and feel your strong hands touching my body and caressing my soul.

  My dreams are filled with you.

  I awaken each night to find my hand instinctively stroking the throbbing center of my excitement. Oh, how I wish you were not married to her. The fact that you are the pastor of First Pentecostal Church doesn’t help the situation either. If things were different maybe then we could be free to love and be loved by each other. Life would be easier if your wife understood the beauty of that freedom and released her vise grip on you and let you come to me. She knows that you don’t love her. Everyone in the church is aware of the fact that you stay with her for the sake of appearances. Her great great grandfather built this church with his own two hands after slavery and the only reason that you are pastor here is because it was a part of her dowry. The fact she is the youngest daughter of one of the wealthiest Black families in New Orleans doesn’t hurt either. If you leave your wife, you leave the church and all of the prestige that goes along with it.

  You’ve told me that the two of you don’t even share a bed anymore and that she has so many hang-ups when it comes to making love that she is not open to new ideas and experiences. She doesn’t please you the way I do. I would never deny you the pleasure of making your sexual fantasies come true because my sole purpose for breathing is you.

  How could she be so cold and heartless? When I see her sitting on the first pew with a look of su
periority covering her high yellow Creole face, I instantly become nauseous. Does she realize that I have chosen almost every gift that you have given her for Christmas, birthdays and anniversaries in the last 3 years? Does she know who I am?

  I would do anything to have you with me even if that meant including your wife in our lovemaking. My king-sized bed is definitely big enough for the three of us to share. You’ve often spoken of wanting to try ménage a trios. Sure, Sister Baptiste would be reluctant at first but once I cast my wicked spell on her sexually frustrated body, she would not be able to remember her damn name! I daydream of you watching she and I, as we dance the sixty-nine and delight in the sweet taste of each other’s essence. The thought of three of us kissing and licking and fucking makes me dizzy with desire because I want to know and to experience every part of you; touch what you touch and feel what you feel. The thought of intimacy with a woman has never entered my mind before; however, I would do it for you, baby. But the cold reality is that she will never willingly share you or let you go without a fight and who could blame her.

  Yeah, I’ve heard all of the rumors of sexual trysts between you and various young women in the parish. But I know better. I believe you when you say that the fruit of another woman would never tempt you. And if by chance you did have a temporary lapse in judgment, the Bible teaches that we all have sinned and come short of the Glory of God and that we should forgive one another. I would forgive you in a heartbeat.

  Believe me, I’ve tried to get over you and to get on with my life. That is so much easier said than done. My girlfriends readily chastise me for being hopelessly in love with a married man of God. They say that I deserve better and that if I don’t end our relationship, Hell will be my eternal home. Hell would be fine with me as long as you and I were there together. What they don’t realize is that for me, there is nothing or no one better than you are. I am addicted to everything about you. To appease them, I’ve reluctantly gone on double dates, blind dates, speed dates. They were such a goddamn waste of time. Every time I looked at these other men, I would compare them to you and, just as I thought, they wouldn’t measure up. I am so grateful for the little blue vibrator you gave me last year for my birthday because without it, I would have probably slit my wrists in sexual frustration by now, especially during the long periods when you couldn’t make time for me. I think of you as I slide its thickness into my needy pussy, pretending it were you. It doesn’t curve to my form the way you do and without you, my Dear Sweet J.T., orgasms are weak and incomplete.