*By GqStyle*

Beginning

One of my professors once imparted to me that to be a good storyteller you have to grab the audience’s attention at the very beginning or they’ll lose interest very quickly. To entice your complete attention I was going to open with a tantalizing sex scene, followed by maybe an explosion or two and then top it all of with a free-for-all with more than a couple of bodies violently flying all over the place contorted in unbelievable positions. In the end, I decided against all those eye pooping effects in favor of telling everyone about me, but with the promise that before this story ends of providing all three of the aforementioned scenarios before this story concludes. So bear with me and enjoy this entertaining piece.

First all I’d like to say that I’m drop dead gorgeous , a hunk, a pure
specimen of male virility, while that wouldn’t exactly be considered a lie, it would be stretching the hell out of the truth. Actually, I’ll let you
decide for yourselves what you think about me. My name is GQ, okay not real name, but it’s a nickname that everyone that knows me calls me by except for my bosses, but a few of my coworkers have taken to using that particular moniker. And speaking of my job, I’m assistant controller at a prestigious howntown Chicago law firm, it is a bit pretentious but they sure as hell pay me well for my time. In my free time I have a love of cooking , Emeril Lagasse is my hero. I try to bring a flare and passion and not just a little sensuality to my dishes when I have an opportunity to prepare meals for the
people I care about. My physical appears reads like this; I’m above average height at six feet one inch, thirty years old, a nice milk chocolate complexion. My clothes fit a loose because I was bigger about a month ago, as of now my weight is about 210 lbs, and most important, it’s all corded muscle, yeah I have the whole package even down to the twelve pack abs. I know you think this sounds like one those newspaper ads for single guys looking for single women with similar interests; this is not the case. Up until very recently I had a live in girlfriend named Sunshine that was the world to me, I thought she was the one person on this planet that completed
me (Jerry McGuire). On a side note she and I still reside together. Now that you have a little of the background and an appetizer of some of things to expect. I’ll start telling you my story, I hope you paid attention to the details I’ve provide because they’ll become import later.

We’ll begin in a bar, no not Cheers, you know where everyone knows your name, but at the ESPN Zone Bar and Grill downtown Chicago. I walk in more then a little late to greet my two brothers, Steward and Shannon and a few of our friends. My brothers are twenty-eight and twenty-seven respectively. Wait what am I doing giving their descriptions they are not important, okay
they are important, but just not for the purpose to this story. What is
important is the question my baby brother asks while sliding a cold Corona my way.

“Yo, GQ where that fuck you been hiding for the pass month Bro”? My other brother decides he gonna answer for me. He says in a lively voice, that Sunshine has me pussy whipped and has been keeping me locked in the house. That brings the roof down , and everyone is in an uproar, laughing and patting me on the back and toasting to good pussy. I tell everyone to settle down and let me tell them why I’m so fucking whipped and that they would be
to if they were in my shoes. I the jokes die down and they all stare at me waiting expectantly to hear my secret. I nod take a long pull on my Corona, and begin to speak.

It was a day about a month and half ago, the day begins like any other day, ordinary in a typical and predictable fashion. I kiss my girl Sunshine goodbye, and promise to cook a romantic and sensual dinner when I get home.

We normally leave at the same time but today I leave a hour before her so I can do a little workout at the gym in my office building. The day passes at work with nothing major happening, not even a little explosion, so I get on the train to go home with thoughts of the meal I’m gonna prepare for my girl, watching a little basketball and if I’m good boy a long loving bout before going to sleep. My thoughts are briefly interrupted by a pair of eyes following me as I sway to the sounds of Luther Vandross coming through my Ipod MP3 player; and that’s when I notice a mouth water, literally saliva,
producing vision of womanhood, damn, to be blunt she fucking stacked; and she’s flashing me those come hither eyes and she’s got a hand resting on those I’ll make you famous hips. I give her a look that says I’m flattered, but sorry I can’t take you up on the invite. Back at the bar this is met with much weeping and gnashing of teeth and “see I told you was he is pussy whipped. I readily agree to being both whipped and faithful. The train ride passes with further incident.

I arrive at my one bedroom Gold Coast condo that I share with Sunshine, and start to put the key in the lock when the door suddenly flies open. And, behold framed by sunlight through the living rooms bay window is my girl Sunshine dressed to impress in a red lace thong panties and bra set covered by on of my starched work shirts. It would seems she had her own modification for my plans for the evening; she also must have talked this
revision over with my dick before hand without my knowledge, because my boy was ready before the shock of the opening door wore off. This was eight inches of fire ready to be unleashed on the unsuspecting who no notion of the power that was contained within; just for the record I measured when I was younger, about three months ago.

She grabbed me by my tie, kicked shut the door and backed herself in to the vestibule wall next to my favorite painting, it’s one of those afro centric pieces with a Nubian princess bathed in rich golden sunlight, but I know you don’t want to hear about a damn picture at a time like this. So, we’ll get back to the action, and maybe you’ll get that steamy sex scene that I alluded to much earlier. After backing herself into the wall she reached between the fabric separating the outside world and her greatest treasure, she came out with two fingers drenched in her woman juices, she took the
small step separating us to bring those same dripping fingers to my nose and spread the contents on my mustache and the rest she had me suck off her fingers. She retreat that small step back and gave me that smile that said I’m ready, no foreplay, I want it rough daddy, give me this quickie now damn it. My dick is hammering at my slacks demanding that I do something now or he is taking over, so I throw my jacket to the floor unzip my pants and release my manhood in all it’s glory. Moving forward, Sunshine doesn’t take
off her panties she does that move the fabric to the side maneuver. I take hold of one of her legs, bend at the knees and enter her in one violent jab, and feel all of her pent up sexual frustration begin to ran down her thighs.

She soon wraps both legs around my waist and I support her weight with my arms and the wall that she rest on and fanatically pump with wild abandon into her while she bounces to the rhythm I’ve created. She cums once in the very first minute, her juices soak into my pants that I have yet to remove.

I’m breathing hard in between kisses which is really Sunshine sucking on my tongue . She is getting heavy, but she is in a state of ecstasy and under a spell that I would loathe break, not to mention my own enjoyment of the way the muscles inside of her are working to bring me to a climax, so I press on like a marine in Desert Storm. I’m being smothered by her arms around my neck, but she is giving me these tantilizing love bites on my ears, she came another two times in the span of a few minutes and I fill I’m gonna
explode any second , I do what any good man in my place would do; that’s right, to prolong this for a few more minutes I change positions. I put her down, turn her to where she is facing the wall and enter her from behind, this time carefully, so that we can both feel every inch going in and filling her up completely. I’m getting hypnotized by watching myself going in and out with excruciating slowness and by the soft moans and little gasp for air that she is producing with each movement. The tempo increases
slightly like a piston in an car engine and I’m starting to feel that same build up, looks like you are about to get that explosion. But…………

A foreign sound intrudes on the sounds of passion that are emanating from my
home, it’s the intercom console to my door bell is at this moment right next to Sunshine hand on the wall that she is using for support. We are not expecting company, but it could be important, so she answers with a “hello”, besides it not like I have to stop. Before long the person identifies herself as Belle, one of Sunshine’s best girlfriends, and from the sound in her voice she is in pain. Sunshine buzzes her in and I pull out with a hurt expression on my face and down cast eyes, I hadn’t got mine, sunshine smiles and give me a promise that this will definitely be finished
later by bending down and taking my manhood in her mouth and takes a few pulls on it before scampering to the bedroom to prepare to see her friend.

I light a few candles to get the faint smell of sex out of the air and fix
myself up the best I can. I answer the door when she gets to my floor at the same Sunshine comes back into the room. We both can tell that she has been crying and is a little embarrassed about coming over unannounced , but she is put at ease by Sunshine’s girlfriend hug and the kiss on the forehead that I always give to her. But this time she raises her eyebrows and with a look of recognition she smiles, and is amused by the puzzlement on my own
face; in a moment of clarity I realize that I have fresh pussy all in my
mouth and on my face. So I say, “please stay for dinner” a little
embarrassed my damn self, but such is life. She graciously accepts. I excuse myself so I can prepare dinner and give them some space so they can have their girl talk moment.

At this point in the story my boys at the bar are say things like, “man that sucks”, my younger brother shouts, “man do you know what a quickie means, motherfucker it means quick!”

Finally one partners says, “get that man another drink so he can finish this story because I know he made up for this with Sunshine later that night, with his pussy whipped ass”. I smiled and continued where I left off.

They say food is an aphrodisiac, and the meal I was preparing was meant to one, but with our uninvited guest intruding it became more a cheer up supper. I heard the conversation from the other room and the story was Belle had came home early from work to surprise her live in love with the whole open the door half naked and fuck his brain out routine, the very same one I was greeted with. The problem is her boyfriend thought he would have an
appetizer with another woman before his main course got home, it’s safe to say both of their plans backfired, big-time. I decided to make a production of dinner by serving the girls as I made each course, so I invited them into kitchen, sat them at the small table, poured them a glass of wine and got to work. Fresh chilled hearts of Romaine with grape tomatoes lightly coated with Hazelnut-Raspberry vinaigrette is the first course that I serve, even though it is only a salad it’s a big hit and I can see some of the bitterness leaving Belle. Oh damn! I never described either Sunshine or Belle; let me stop the story there and give you guys that are still paying attention a brief summation.

This is easy because they are similar in height, weight and bearing that at first glance you would think that they are twins or at the lest sisters that only have a slight age difference. They both have a light caramel complexion, Bella has a bit more hair which is straight combed to the middle of her back while Sunshine has shoulder locks length done up in a flip style. They both have medium sized pare shaped breast, that are just more than a hand full. At about five foot seven they both have long legs ending at what my father would say baby makin hips, the girls have that full round ass that only black girls can obtain. The also share a flat stomach,
although my girl has a diamond ring through her bellybutton and Bella has a small heart shaped tattoo with the word “sexy” engraved in her skin above her navel, they both are fine as hell. Belle name actual means beautiful in in Latin, and she lives up to it. Sunshine has open brown eyes that dance with mischief if you get caught looking too long and will blind you just like her namesake. Bella is just the opposite with hazel orbs that has some mystery in them that you may loss sleep trying to fathom there dept. I guess it is enough to save a man would be hard pressed to choose between the two
if he wanted to pick them up in a club. But, let’s get back to dinner.

Potato, leek and fennel soup garnished with a dollop of sour cream and a fresh sprig of fennel is on the menu for the second course. As they are eating and savoring every drop of that aromatic soup, Sunshine catches my eye to say thank you for helping her friend, and also to say she owes me big for this one; I can’t wait. I start in on the main course which is shrimp scampi with linguini with a garlic and clam sauce, Bella whispers in Sunshine’s ear that she is lucky to have a man like me that is so sensitive, attentive and in tune with a woman’s needs . Sunshine smiles in my direction
and tells me to recite the first few lines of a poem I wrote for her when she was feeling down in the dumps. I clear my throat and intone, “It always rains when my sunshine cries
How I long to put the laughter back in her weeping eyes
She doesn’t realize that sometimes she cares to much
All she needs to know is I’ll be her rock that’ll be close enough to touch.”

That was just the beginning but it is enough for Bella and she just stares at me for the rest of dinner with a look of adoration. I make drinks for everyone and excuse myself so they can have more time for girl talk and I can watch the basketball game. The Bulls are playing the Miami Heat in game four of their playoff series that I think the Bulls can actual win. To shock the city of Chicago the Bulls did win the game to even the series at two games apiece; I found this out as I woke up as the game was in the final minutes, I had fallen asleep. So I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth
to get ready for bed, I open my bedroom door to tell Sunshine I was going to bed and tell Bella goodnight because I was sure she would be staying with us for a couple of days until she could get herself situated. But the sight and sounds coming from the living room stopped me dead in my tracks.

Yep, you guessed it, my girl and her girlfriend were on the floor in the sixty-nine position happily munching each others beavers and lapping up all the juices. I slipped out of the room soundlessly with a look of profound disbelief and not a little awe; Belle had a technique that I would be hard pressed to duplicate. I bet your wondering what I did next.

Back at the bar my boys were hanging on my every word, we were there to watch the Championship game, but if asked, no one in our group would know what the score was nor could we answer any questions about any details of the game.

Amazed and up to this point unnoticed, I stare at the action unfolding
before my eyes; I did what any red blooded American would do, namely I grabbed my Johnson in a vise like hold and began to stroke and imagine myself in the middle of that girl sandwich. I had my eyes closed so I didn’t realize that I had been found out and that my voyeuristic act was on display. Instead of being put out or embarrassed Sunshine grabbed me by erect and demanding attention penis. She laid me down on my back and said
that her friend Bella needed the touch of a real man, so that she’ll never forget and settle for less. I nodded my head solemnly I was given a sacred mission and best believe I was not going to fail my responsibility. I reached up to Bella and encouraged her to straddle my supine body, she inserted me inside of her warm chasm of womanliness, she moaned deep in her chest, as I marveled at the feel of her and of the tight and not uncomfortable fit. It felt just as good as Sunshine in the same position and just as right. Enough thinking because things start to pick up here, stay with me. As, Belle is riding me cowgirl style and picking up the pace, Sunshine decides it’s time for her to have to fulfillment of her own and to
get there she wants me to massage her clit with my tongue, while her and Belle exchange DNA through vigorous kisses and fingers that have been dipped in the fluids from there cumm dripping vaginas. Before long, and mind you I don’t know how long, Belle has switched position with Sunshine and I’m pumping her doggy style as Belle has a finger in my ass while she lays between our legs so she can alternately suck my testicles first left then
right and suck Sunshine ripe olive of a pearl. I pulled out of Sunshine and went back to Belle smoothly into the missionary position and began to make love to here in long powerful strokes and let Sunshine bring herself close so that Belle could work on her hot maw with the just tip of her tongue while pleasure Sunshine’s asshole with mine. At some point the girls knew that I couldn’t hold back the tide forever, so they sat me down to go back and forth sucking and caressing my throbbing member to see who get the first
drop of the prize, as it turns out it was Sunshine and I exploded in her mouth with the pent up frustration from earlier in the day from our prematurely aborted episode. Sunshine is not greedy she contently shared the jism that she had not swallowed with Belle in the form a kiss, and she happily devoured the rest in one gulp.

You would think they would have let me rest and recover my strength, that would not be the case the immediately form a circle with our bodies with limbs contorted we pleasured each other orally for how long I can’t imagine until it was time for me to be the man and enter each woman in turn and give
them the pleasure that only a man can. For the next hours we tried almost everything with not inhabitations and no regrets just pure unbridled passion and animalistic lust. We all went to sleep as a new day was dawning and the first ray of sunlight filtered into my home, with a light sheen of sweat, sticky limbs, cotton mouth and a need of rest and recuperation. Thank the goddess of love that I had bought a king-sized bed.

“Damn, some niggas get all the luck”, said Jeff, one of my partners. But as for my brother he said that was a good story and all and yes I’m the king, I never answered the question of where have I been for the past forty plus days. I gave him that look that said are you stupid, I’ve been at home.

To tie up the lose ends, here’s the rest. The next day Sunshine had a few confession. One was that she loved Bella and I both and was equally attracted. Two, she also knew that I had a small crush on Bella and vice versa. So she played her cards and seduced Bella with the notion that I couldn’t help by join in. Her plan worked to perfection and now the three of us are in a committed relationship. Go ahead and ask how in the hell that works. First of all, sexually speaking any of the three can get together just the two or all three together without any feeling of jealousy. I can love, bone, fuck, or ram rod Belle as much as I want because Sunshine knows
she can get the same or join in and have me also. And me for my part I know I’ll never get tired of seeing those two on the bed writhing in a naked sweat. So, all in all it works out. Which reminds me, I most bid you guys at the bar and ladies and gentlemen reading this goodnight. You see writing this has made me horny and I have two wanton women at home that will like nothing more than pleasure me in one way or another, so adieu.

*Stories by L.N. Todman*

Come to the office.

Kevin pulled the note off of the front door, smiled and pushed it open.

“Sasha!” he called as the door closed behind him and he made his way to the back of the house

Pushing open the door to the home office, he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Mr. Gibbs, I was told by Mrs. Cox the health teacher to wait here for you.” Sasha stood so that Kevin could get the entire effect of the outfit she had donned.

Kevin’s eyes traveled over Sasha’s athletic pert body in a long sleeve white button-down shirt tied in the front under her breasts with a short plaid skirt with matching tie. Long white socks pulled up to her knees encased her long legs and sturdy oxford shoes adorned her feet. Her shoulder length hair was pulled into two ponytails which hung over her shoulders.

“Sasha…what’s this about?” Kevin grinned trying to hold in his laughter

“Well, Mr. Gibbs I got into a little trouble in health class.”

“What kind of trouble?” seeing that Sasha wasn’t going to drop the act he decided to join in

“I can’t tell you with the door open.” Sasha pleaded

Kevin closed the door and dropped his briefcase to the side of it. Sitting behind the desk he observed Sasha as she sat back down. She had obviously moved the furniture around because he had a complete view of her entire body.

“So Sasha…why don’t you tell me what happened?” Kevin folded his hands on top of the desk

Sasha crossed her legs letting the short plaid skirt ride up her full thighs exposing her white cotton panties with cartoon characters on them. She twisted a ponytail around her finger as she spoke, “Well, we were talking about sex education.”

“Anything in particular about sex education?” he asked a bit of steel in his voice

“We were discussing intercourse and I asked about oral sex.” She answered looking at him from beneath full lashes

“What about oral sex Sasha?”

Sasha came around the desk and immediately planted herself in front of him sitting on top of the desk, her legs open wide. She grabbed his tie and began loosening it.

“Well…I asked her how to do it.” She answered

“And Mrs…” Kevin stumbled over the fictitious name

“Cox.” Sasha supplied

“Mrs. Cox said?”

“She said it was an inappropriate question and to come straight to your office. So here I am.” She shrugged her shoulder dismissively

“Yes…here you are.” Kevin agreed

“So, Mr. Gibbs, can you tell me?” Sasha placed a finger in her mouth and a hand on her breast

“Tell you what?” Kevin shook his head

“About oral sex….Mr. Gibbs are you listening?” Sasha pushed Kevin’s rolling chair back and situated herself between his spread thighs

“I don’t think oral sex is an appropriate topic for a young girl.”

Sasha unbuttoned Kevin’s suit jacket, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled his semi-hard dick out through the slit in his silk boxers.

“It’s just a question Mr. Gibbs. You always say knowledge is power. I want power Mr. Gibbs.”

Sasha looked into Kevin’s eyes and lowered her head, using her tongue to lick from the base of his engorged cock to the head as she would a lollipop. Then she swirled her tongue around the head like she was licking ice-cream from the cone.

Kevin pulled his tie from around his neck and closed his eyes, “I would definitely say you’ve got the power.”

Sasha sucked his thick heavy dick into her mouth hallowing out her cheeks. After a couple minutes of repeated motion she licked the tip as a drop of pre-cum appeared, “But am I doing it right, Mr. Gibbs?” she asked and proceeded to suck him into the very back of her throat

Kevin had a death grip on the armrests. His breath came out in pants as if he were running a marathon, “Sasha…your mouth feels so wonderful baby.” Kevin rubbed a hand over her hair

Sasha sucked upward, kissing the tip of his throbbing dick, “I’m glad you approve Mr. Gibbs. But there’s a few more things I want to try.”

“Like what?” Kevin breathed heavily through his mouth

“Like this.” Sasha bent her head and sucked first one and then other ball into her mouth. She rolled them around, letting her teeth graze them just lightly.

Her hand gripped his cock firmly and began an up and down motion flicking her thumb along the crease in top on every upward stroke.

“Gawd woman!”

Sasha popped upward her eyes wide, “Oh, Mr. Gibbs…do you really think so?”

“Oh yeah baby!” Kevin nodded

“I can do much better Mr. Gibbs.”

“You do much better than that and you’ll kill me.”

“Well, I don’t wanna do that Mr. Gibbs.” Sasha shook her head, her ponytails flying around her

“Oh Sasha baby, you can kill me anytime.” Kevin rubbed a finger across her moist pink swollen lips

Sasha sucked Kevin’s finger into her mouth briefly and then released it. Then she bent to get back to the task at hand.

She nibbled her way from the top to the bottom of his cock. Stopping to pay particular attention to the head, Sasha flicked her tongue around over and over again suckling it as a baby would a breast. Then she would lick just the crease while working her hand up and down the shaft.

When she felt his balls tighten and his dick begin to pulse, she deep throated his entire dick while cupping his balls gently and rolling them around in her palm.

After a few minutes, Kevin pulled lightly on a ponytail, “Sasha…baby…I’m going to cum. We’ve never…”

Sasha reached a hand up and placed a finger against his lips as she continued to suckle and lick his dick. Kevin sucked her finger into his mouth giving her finger the same treatment she was giving his dick.

Sasha began humming low and deep in her throat causing a vibration in Kevin’s cock that was his undoing.

Kevin gripped the back of Sasha’s head and began to fuck her soft wet mouth in earnest. After a few pumps in mid-stroke he held her head tight against his groin as he shot his load into her mouth and down her throat. He tried to pull away, but Sasha gripped the chair as she swallowed. When she pulled her head away she kissed the head of his dick lovingly cleaning away any traces of cum and leaving a slight sheen.

Kevin just stared at her in amazement before pulling her close and kissing her fiercely. There tastes blending into his mouth.

“I love you Sasha.” Kevin whispered against her lips

Sasha blinked her eyes flirtatiously, “Wow Mr. Gibbs…I love you too…but I don’t think we should tell Mrs. Cox.”

Board Games

Jade smiled; she couldn’t wait for Chris to get home. She smoothed out the white plastic mat with the colorful circles on it. Yep, tonight he was definitely in for a treat. Glancing around the room her smiled widened to a grin.

When Jade heard the key turn in the lock she hurriedly removed her green silk kimono robe Chris had brought her back from one of his business trips. Her smooth almond colored skin glistened from the jasmine scented lotion she had applied earlier. Her body was encased in small purple boy-shorts and a purple and blue crop top.

Jade picked up a glass flute filled with white wine and struck a pose.

Chris opened the door and immediately stopped dead in his tracks.

Jade smiled sexily, “How was your day honey?”

Chris dropped his briefcase to the floor with a thud. His hand went directly to his tie which now seemed like a noose around his neck as his wife sauntered up to him.

“What’s the occasion?” He lightly kissed her berry tinted lips

Jade deepened the kiss, holding the glass flute over Chris’ shoulder arching her body into his larger frame. After a moment she stepped back licking her lips seductively.

“Just thought you would like to spend a night in.” she turned around and began walking back to the center of the room her hips swaying

Chris could only stare at his wife’s retreating figure. The woman looked like sin wrapped in temptation. Her ass was shaped like a perfect peach with just the right amount of bounce. Her curves would put a NASCAR racetrack to shame.

“That sounds like a great idea. Why don’t I go take a quick shower, come back and join you?” Chris grinned mischievously, “Or you could join me?”

Jade shook her head, dark brown curls swinging about her heart shaped face teasingly, “No…we’d never make it back out here.”

She crossed her long legs offering him a view of the dimple in between the crease of her ass and leg, “I’ve laid out your things. Please hurry.”

Chris left the room, while he wanted to rush back into his wife’s arms, he took his time. He wanted to be, smell and look his best for Jade. The woman always kept him on his toes…kept their marriage fresh and new. Chris donned a pair of purple silk boxers lying across the foot of the bed after applying cocoa butter lotion and Perry Ellis 360 cologne.

He hadn’t even touched the woman and already his dick was semi-hard. Smoothing a hand over his freshly shaven bald head and mustached face, he grinned like a kid entering a candy store with a hundred dollar bill in their pocket.

Jade sat in front of the fireplace on a blanket several plates scattered in front of her. When she saw him, her almond shaped brown eyes turned the color dark chocolate and she patted the empty space beside her. With her other hand she pressed a button on a remote and the sounds of Maxwell’s cd Now began with the track Lifetime.

Without a word, Chris took the seat Jade offered, “Hungry?” she whispered leaning close to inhale his fresh scent

Chris kissed her cheek, “Always.” he gazed at her hungrily

Jade lifted the lids off several plates and began feeding him bite size pieces of lemon pepper chicken in a tangy sauce, lightly seasoned roasted potatoes and rolls…all of it by hand.

At times his eyes would smolder as he grasp her hand and licked the sauce teasingly from her fingers, nibbling the tips playfully.

Once they had consumed a fair amount of food, Chris wiped his mouth with a burgundy cloth napkin, “What’s for dessert?”

Jade grinned at him, “It’s all around you.”

She swept a hand out indicating the living room floor littered with a tub of Cool Whip, strawberries and cherries mixed in a bowl, a bottle of chilled white wine and a plastic Twister mat with a spinner prominently displayed.

Chris rose and held a hand out to Jade. She placed hers confidently in his and he lifted her, bringing her body flush against his; her supple breasts pressing into his muscular chest. Instead of releasing her immediately, he twirled her around to Maxwell crooning For Lover’s Only.

When his dick began pulsing against her stomach Jade twirled away from him over to the bowl overflowing with strawberries and cherries. She picked up a strawberry and bit into it, letting the juices run down her arm. Bending over she flicked a finger against the spinner. Swallowing the last bite of the juicy fruit, she licked her finger as she wanted to do his cock.

“Ummmmm….left foot yellow.” She moved to the mat and placed her left foot on a yellow circle.

Chris strolled over to her and placed large hands on the curve of her hips, sliding them down he hooked his fingers into the band of Jade’s boy-shorts pushing them down her legs, kissing as he went.

Jade laughed softly, “You’re not playing right.” She admonished

Chris lifted one leg and then another removing her boy-shorts and then carefully putting her left foot gently back on the same yellow circle as if she were fine crystal.

“Who says?” He tossed the underwear over the couch, stepped out of his silk boxers, opened the Cool Whip container, stuck a finger in and gathered a large dollop on the end. With his other hand he moved the black arm of the spinner directly to left hand blue.

Chris moved towards her like a panther seeking his prey. His eyes gleamed with the knowledge of his intent.

“Left hand blue.” He whispered against her lips letting his breath caress hers but never touching. He bent over to place his left hand on the blue circle following the same technique, his breath skimming her body.

Just when she thought he was finished she gasped his name, “Chris…”

“Ummmm.” He smeared the dollop of Cool Whip over her mound, his fingers gentle, “Is this what you had in mind?”

Jade shook her head feverishly, “Not exactly.”

“What about this?” Chris bent his head to her pussy and began lapping at the Cool Whip, his right hand holding her steady

Chris’ mustache tickled her inner thighs as his thick lips first licked the lips of her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth rolling his tongue around it. Jade began giggling when he started spelling their names, her body wriggling in his arms.

After what seemed like hours, Chris kissed the inside of her thighs, “I think it’s your turn.”

“I can’t reach the spinner.” Jade replied breathlessly

Chris inched his right hand back up along her thigh and then inserted one finger which dragged a low moan from Jade, “Right hand red.”

Jade giggled in between a moan, “You made that up.”

Chris inserted a second finger pumping his hand lightly, “Damn straight.”

Jade grabbed a cherry from the bowl popped it into her mouth and moments later threw the stem at him twisted into a knot, and then placed her right hand on red. This gave her an up-close view of Chris’ dick. Using her left hand, she grasped him gently and heard his voice catch.

Chris removed his sopping fingers from her pussy and stuck them in his mouth, licking them noisily, “Sweet.”

Jade smiled wickedly, “I’ll show you sweet.” She reached over, picked a small strawberry from the bowl and popped it into her mouth crushing it with her white teeth and pink tongue. Then using her left hand she guided his dick to her mouth.

Chris nearly leaped off the mat at the sensation of her hot mouth, wet tongue and cool fruit. Her head bobbed up and down and Chris’ gaze never left his wife’s face. To him there were moments when she was absolutely breathtaking….on their wedding, she was radiant, when making love, she was stunning, in the throes of orgasm, she was ravishing and then like now…she was just splendiferous. He could feel her swallow the fruit at various intervals, the seeds tickling. God he loved his wife.

Chris’ right hand gripped her hair and tightened the closer he got to reaching an orgasm. Jade pulled away licking her lips, “Now that was sweet.”

“God woman, you’re trying to kill me.” He smiled brightly

Jade grinned roguishly back, “You have absolutely no idea.” She kissed the tip of his dick, “Right foot green.”

Chris moved his right foot to the green circle putting his dick exactly where he wanted it to be. Jade moaned low in her throat as Chris rubbed his thoroughly hardened dick over her pussy and shifted up in one strong movement slamming his dick home.

“Chrissssssss.” She sang his name

Chris impishly smirked, “Yeah baby.” He slowly pulled out as if he had all the time in the world

“Oh God, you’re killing me.” Jade trembled with need

Seeking better leverage, Jade moved her hands to Chris’ chest pushing him against the mat.

“I don’t think this is how the game’s played.” Chris teased panting as Jade took over, her feet planted firmly on either side of his hips, rocking back and forth on her heels

“Damn the game.” She growled

Her nails dug into his chest but Chris could care less. She was like an animal….needing only one thing…him. Wrapping his arms around her legs, he lifted her until she was literally suspended over his dick and slammed into her and turned her over so that he was on top.

Chris reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the bottle of white wine, “I’m a little parched…” then he poured the wine along her body…over her breasts, stomach and in the hollow of her navel. He licked and lapped at the sticky liquid, all the while moving ever so slowly inside of her. When she was about to orgasm, he pulled completely out.

Then he grabbed a handful of strawberries and a couple of cherries and decorated her body with them. He balanced strawberries on her nipples, created a line down the center of her body to her navel where he placed a cherry. Chris then kissed his way to her pussy, placing a cherry at the very core of her.

“Baby please.” Jade begged all pretense of playing the game forgotten

Chris began eating the strawberry first from her left breast. Using his teeth and tongue, he mashed the fruit to a pulp against her sensitized flesh. Her nipples were hardened nubs elongating the more he sucked and pulled at them. When she could take no more he moved to the right breast giving it just as much attention, not wanting any part to go un-detailed.

“Chris…you’re driving me crazy. I need you now.” Jade screamed, her breaths coming in short pants

“Not yet baby.” Chris whispered against her stomach eating the fruit and suckling at her skin. When he got to the cherry in her navel, Jade’s scream could be heard in every room of the house. He rolled the cherry around in her navel…licking, suckling, nibbling and biting. He finally crushed the fruit into his mouth letting the juices trickle onto her silky skin. Then he lapped it up, his tongue rough against her already sensitized flesh.

Chris kissed the inside of her thighs, licking them. He moved straight for her clit sucking it into his mouth. Not once did he try to reach for the cherry stuck at the very core of her, the stem teasing him from below. He continued to worry, nip and suck at her clit. Her hands grasped at his head, rubbing and grabbing his ears… pushing him away and then pulling him closer.

Chris grabbed her hips and lifted her against his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his head, her body bent over his shoulder as he feasted from her. Tears coursed down her cheeks to his back as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body.

He didn’t stop until Jade’s entire body went limp over his shoulder, and then he lowered her back to the mat. He kissed her thigh and placed the cherry stem tied in a knot in the hallow of her navel.

Turning Jade unto her stomach, Chris kissed between her shoulder blades to the small of her back down to her ass where he spread her legs wide. Kissing his way back up Jade’s body, he eased his over hers, careful not to place his entire weight on her. Ever so slowly, he entered her. They both gasped at the intense pleasure. They stayed that way, his body sheltering hers, their fingers intertwined. Moving to the beat of the music being piped softly through the surround system, he began a slow pace which picked up intensity the longer he stayed nestled between her legs. Their moans filled the air as waves pleasure cascaded over them.

“Jade.” He whispered her name in her ear lovingly

“Chris.” She cried over and over again…his name a chant on her lips

Chris separated their bodies, lifted Jade and placed her on her back. Then he covered her body with his, once again entering her slowly. She wrapped her long legs around his waist locking her ankles, her arms going around his neck linking.

He gathered her close to his body and they rocked back and forth, their eyes never leaving each other. Their souls connecting, sharing the love they had for each other. The orgasm hit them both at the same time. Their bodies wrapped around each other. His seed spilling into her womb, bathing her with liquid warmth, the others name a scream on their lips.

As they held each other after their collective climax their bodies still joined, Chris smiled devilishly, “You know what?”

Jade turned her face to his, kissed his cheek tenderly and smoothed a hand down his face, “What’s that love?”

Chris’ eyes twinkled, “You sank my battleship.”

Control

“I want you.” His words made her wet with desire

I looked upon him, his eyes glittering in the dim light of the lamp. Those dark brown orbs changed almost before my eyes…his iris like midnight without the stars.

“Take me.” I taunted, challenged, dared

“So that’s your game?” he said, “To take or be taken?”

“No.” I flung back at him…my game was older than time. My eyes widened with this knowledge. This man, all 6 ft of him towered over my 5’ 6” frame. His right hand caressed my cheek, cupped my neck and then roughly pulled my hair back so that I looked him directly in the eyes.

A knowing smile curved his full lips, “Control. You cherish control.”

I said nothing. My inner most secrets were my own.

His callused left hand stroked a path up my taunt stomach between my breasts and along the pulse in my neck.

“So soft.” He whispered, “Can you surrender yourself, just for one night? I’d be willing to bet that you can’t.”

I just stared at him. How could I answer? Did he have some portal into my mind?

His lips caressed the shell of my ear, “Nothing to say?”

He stalked me against the wall, his hand still fisted tightly in my hair, “Is this turning you on?”

His hands turned gentle and began to massage my scalp, tracing the line of my collarbone. My breath quickened as he cupped my breasts, his finger playing with the buttons of my plain white cotton shirt.

I gasped as he sent the buttons scattering with a pull of his wrists. My lacy black bra offered my breasts to him like a bowl of ripe fruit displayed for his pleasure.

My nipples hardened under his stare. He traced circles around them.

“Nice. Not too small. Not too big. Just right.”

This man, a stranger to me, was turning me on in ways I never thought I could be. I tried to hold back. Tried to keep myself distant. I bit back the moan I would have uttered.

Easing the tattered shirt off my shoulders, it pooled at my feet. I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach.

“Can you hold out against your desires?” he splayed his hands over my stomach. His touch was like fire. Burning me from within.

“Play the game!”

I shook my head from side to side urgency pooling in my chest and traveling to my stomach and even lower still, between my legs.

His hands gripped my waist as if measuring for size and fit. He linked his thumbs behind my back, his fingers linking in front.

“Petite.”

I choked back my laughter. Being taller than the average five nothing woman, I never considered myself to be petite…truth be told anything but.

He rubbed lazy circles along my stomach before he eased the tan slacks from my waist. He knelt at my feet. Lifting one and then the other he tossed my pants over his right shoulder. My serviceable size 10 black oxfords followed closely behind, making a loud thud as they hit the wall.

Pulling off black knee-highs, he wrapped one around his hand and pulled. My senses were on overload. What next?

He stood grabbing my hands in his; he pulled them behind my back tying them with the stocking. The nylon felt sensuous. It shouldn’t have, but all of my pleasure senses were on alert. My breasts pressed against his shirt clad chest.

The other he tied around my head blocking everything from view. I whimpered softly.

“Just feel.” He whispered, his voice traveling just below me, “Red! Who would have guessed?”

Picking up my foot, he placed it on his engorged crotch. His hands played a tune up my calf, drawing designs to my thigh and finally to the now wet crotch of my red silky bikini panties. I shivered. Not from cold, but from want. I could feel the heat from his hand against me as he cupped my sex through the material.

“You’re not ready yet.” He jerked me forcefully against his body the material tearing

With a final jerk, he set me back against the wall. The coldness of the wall cooling my overheated skin. I struggled against my being on display, against my lack of control. I wanted to cover myself from his eyes.

“You shave?!” he sounded surprise, “Stop! Stop struggling! Don’t think, just feel.”

My legs were being spread apart, and then…my God! My body clenched at the feel of the rough wetness lapping from my pussy. Hands gripped my hips to keep me from falling over.

“Like that do you?” he asked, “Can you come? How many times I wonder? How close are you?”

The torture was exquisite. The rough wetness returned lapping, parting, suckling. I couldn’t control the shudders that racked my body one after the other.

His tongue laved my pearl and I wanted to…no, needed to scream. I bit my lip against the sensation until I tasted blood.

I came hard and swift in his mouth.

My juices being savored like fine wine. I could smell the musk from my body permeating the air. It was erotic.

“Now look what you’ve done.” His finger traced my lips wiping away a spot of blood, “You’ve hurt yourself.”

Warm pressure met my lips and then the same tongue he made me come with moistened my swollen lip until I could taste nothing else but myself and him in my mouth. It was heady.

“You’re beautiful. Do you know that? You’re lips are so pink and full. I just want them curved around my cock. Does that surprise you?”

His hands pushed the makeshift blindfold down to my neck and I blinked feverishly.

“Still not ready to say anything?”

Unhooking the bra, he pushed it down my bound hands and let it dangle there. His mouth descended on my left breast as if he were starving. I was floating. He bit, nibbled and suckled until I quivered.

When I thought he was done, he switched breast. I closed my eyes against the sensation. My hands flexed against the restraints.

I wanted to touch as much as I was being touched. The sound of a zipper being undone was as erotic as everything else.

After a brief moment, one hand gripped my hair and pulled back hard, “Look at me!” he commanded

When I opened my eyes, I gasped as he filled me so unexpectedly, so completely, so effortlessly. My pussy clutched at his dick.

“Let go!” he whispered in my ear. He stayed still letting me adjust to his weight and size.

I shook my head, my control hanging by a thread.

His eyes locked to mine and he pulled out. His other hand pulled at my bondaged ones. My body leaned into his.

“Let go!” he thrust inside of me and started a rhythm as old as time, “Let go. Lose control!”

My body was being pulled in a million directions. His cock grew inside me and I shook my head fighting the need.

“Can you feel me? Feel me fucking you? Feel how your pussy loves my dick?” his breath came in gasps

Grasping my head with both hands, he looked deep in my eyes straight to my soul, “Damn you! Let go! Give me control!”

I screamed, moaned and shouted as his thrust became even fiercer. It was as if he were trying to tunnel and path straight to heart of my control. And then it happened. I let go…I gave him control.

His hands gripped my ass and lifted me against the wall. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his muscular waist.

I could feel him deep inside my pussy touching the very core of me. Raising my arms over my head, I placed them around his neck until my bra dangled over his left shoulder. I held on for dear life.

When I came for the umpteenth time, it seemed like hours had passed. My body transcended and I touched the stars. My hands nestled in his hair. He didn’t stop. He took me there again as he found his own release. And it was then that I understood…control and submission went hand in hand. To be totally fulfilled, one had to learn both sides of the coin.

*Stories by Beneatha Younger-Mann*

*By Ms. Kenya*

In The Cool Of The Night

At exactly 1:30 on the dot Tyson, was dozing. Andrea knew he would be. Three outstanding orgasms would put any man out. She carefully pulled the bit of sheet, that he had tugged across his mid-section, off with just a whisper of sound. Andrea gazed admiringly along the length of her husband’s body. Whenever she looked upon him, she always referenced that his body reminded her of Vin Diesel’s, only slimmer. His skin looked like hot cinnamon on top of melting caramel and she was always ready to lick. His chest and arms were as chiseled as the statue of David. His abs, even now in this restful state, were tight, small hilled muscles. His abdomen was a delectably even stretch of skin, which she reached out to touch now with her fingertips. She looked at his manhood as she touched him. It was completely soft now; just slightly bigger than the length of her open hand but Heaven knew it was a sight to see when it was fully hard and infused with blood. She loved to see the skin extended to the limit, the veins engorged and standing out beneath the skin, it looked so juicy at those times, it made her mouth water. The thought reminded her, it was time for a wake up call.

She moved over his sleeping cock and took it into her hand. It felt soft and spongy. She squeezed it gently keeping her eye on him. He didn’t budge. She leaned down and smelled it. It smelled exactly as it should, like he’d been inside of her all night. The smell triggered a response inside of her and she lifted his soft penis and slid it easily into her mouth. When she looked up she saw that her husband still hadn’t moved. Good. She began to suck. The saliva in her mouth coated him and made the creased skin feel smooth. As it was in it’s limp state, holding it fully in her mouth was simple so she just continued to suck and apply pressure in varying degrees until…..

Tyson was having a very good dream. His wife was doing something amazing to him; the pleasure of it was cutting through the heavy fog of slumber drifting over his mind. He could feel is dick growing harder. He moaned and tried to turn over in his sleep but met with resistance. He cracked his lids open. Looking down his eyes came into contact with a sight that had him pushing off the wrap of sleep. His wife had her mouth encircled around his penis and was sucking it fervently. She looked up and acknowledged him with a jerk of her eyebrows. She raised her head.

“You’re late”, she said huskily.

“Maybe but you are right on time with that, baby”, he replied his voice crowded with sleep. He breathed in deeply and widened his legs to give her better access. Andrea took advantage of it and sucked him off firmly and quickly until he came in her mouth for the second time that night.

“Awake?”

“Hell yeah” He grunted contentedly. She sat back on her legs and smiled.

“Damn baby,” he said smiling and rubbing his stomach, “You know you the shit, right?”

“Pretty much” she replied. He laughed and sat up. He positioned himself so that she was kneeling between his legs. He cupped a breast in each hand and kissed her nipples.

“Now…. that…. I’m…awake…” he said between kisses, “ what can I do to please you?”

“You can take me outside” she said without hesitation. He stopped licking her breast and looked up at her. The green in her hazel eyes was showing up much more prominently. It was a sign that meant she was feeling very freaky.

“It’s time for the finale”, she whispered.

She scooted backwards off of the bed and walked over to the balcony doors.

“Follow me and bring that oil you were using with you”. She opened the doors and slipped silently outside. What was she up to? He wondered. He got off the bed and entered the bathroom to retrieve the discarded bottle of oil. Bottle in hand, he walked back through the room and exited the balcony doors to join her.

The night air was a bit cool. Not cold but a sweet, shivery rush of breeze that caressed the skin like silky soft ribbons. Bright stars peppered the night sky and the moon shown brightly with its borrowed light. It was perfect. Andrea turned to her husband.

“I don’t think there is anything more sensual than making love outdoors. It’s so primal, so natural, so freaking sexy”.

“I agree”

“That’s why I have a special treat for you tonight. Something we haven’t done in a long time”

“And that would be?” She took the bottle of oil from his hand, uncapped it and squeezed a great deal of it onto his fully hard cock. She dropped the bottle, turned around and pressed her body against his, arching her back so that her ass was pressed securely against his oiled dick. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and linked her arms behind his neck.

“I want your dick in my ass” she told him.

Tyson’s mind went blank for a minute. She was right, it had been a long time since they had indulged in anal sex. He didn’t press her about it. He knew it wasn’t something they could do all the time. She told him once that he should think of as a luxury that they deliberately kept from themselves so that when they did partake in it, it would be that much more exciting. He was beyond excited right now just thinking about it.

“Are you sure, babe?”

“Oh yes” she whispered, “ but there’s only one way that I want it”. She slowly moved her ass up and down on his slick, throbbing cock as she spoke. It was driving him to distraction.

“I don’t want you to kiss and caress. I don’t need you to lead me up to it. I just want your hard dick in my tight ass right now.” He put his hands on her hips, walked her over to the daybed and pushed her down onto it.

“That’s it”, she whispered, “ don’t be gentle”. He picked up the bottle of oil, held it high above her ass cheeks and squeezed, allowing the oil to shoot out and run down the crack of her ass.

Andrea folded her body over, tucking her arms beneath her breasts, her feet dangling over the edge of the daybed, her ass high in the air. She wiggled it a little, impatiently.

“Come on, please”, she said, “ I can’t wait any longer” Tyson could see the pulse thumping in his penis his blood was pounding so hard. He decided he couldn’t wait any longer either. He placed a hand on each round cheek and spread them. He looked at the tiny, drawn hole of her anus and thought that his large dick couldn’t possibly fit. The thought had him lusting for it down to the soles of his feet. He touched the head of his dick to the entrance and she moaned loudly in anticipation. She rocked a little but he held her still.

Tyson pressed and found that at first the hole was extremely taut and unyielding despite the oil but finally the head popped inside like a man breaking a virgin’s hymen.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned. Damn that hurt. She wanted more.

“Don’t stop, please,” she pleaded.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby”, he panted, even though he was so fucking turned on, all he could think about was slamming into her. His body had gone from warm to steaming hot in a nanosecond.

“Then we are not on the same page,” she said looking back at him. Oh God he thought, his grip tightened on her ass.

“You know how to do it, babe”, she coached.

“Talk to me. Make me want it more than anything. You know,” she said. And he did. He began to move. She cried out.

“Take this dick”, he told her, “ take all this dick in your ass”.

“It’s too big!” she moaned in mock protest.

“Fuck that. Shut the fuck up and take it”. Just those words made her so hot she could feel her body’s lubrication aiding him as he pushed deeper into her ass hole. It still hurt but it felt sooo good.

“Yessssss” she hissed, “More…..MORE….fuck me….yeah”.

Damn her ass was so tight! Aw fuck! he was losing control. He could feel it and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He thrust his dick all the way into her ass then pulled it all the way out. Then thrust it all the way into her ass and pulled it all the way out. He continued that stroke for as long as he could, over and over and over again. Andrea knew she was sounding as loud and raunchy as any famous porn star but she didn’t care. His dick was drilling a new width in her ass hole and she was loving every minute of it.

“Yeah….yeah, daddy…..take it…ooooo…. fuck me…..Yeah….ah…..ah…ah….AAHH!”

“Shit!” Tyson cursed when she started backing her ass up in time with his thrusts. Now if he were in her pussy, he probably would have just stood there and let her fuck him for a while. But since he was in this hot, wet ass? He couldn’t take that shit, so he started pounding it out. He gripped her hips and slammed his dick in and out of her ass. Her pussy was dripping wet, he could hear it and feel it on his balls. She was screaming like there was no tomorrow. An orgasm formed quick and fiery in his abdomen.

Andrea had the edge of the daybed in a vise grip to prevent her from falling off he was hammering her so hard. She was pretty sure that when all was said and done she was going to have a permanent groove in her hands.

“Oh shit, baby, yeah…..fuck this ass…..just like that….yeah…yeah…ooooo” She felt like she couldn’t get enough! Her pussy was burning hot, her nipples were so hard they were stinging, she was sweating and the breeze’s efforts to cool her down were futile. Oh shit she was coming.

“Oh God I’m coming!” she cried. His orgasm twisted white-hot and needle sharp in his loins.

“Oh my God….yes….cum with me, baby….cum in my ass!” That was it. He pounded her one, two, three more times before thrusting as far in as his dick was long and coming inside her like he never would again.

“FFFFFFF-UUUCCCCKK,” was all he could manage. Andrea screamed so loudly in that moment he was sure one of their neighbors had to be dialing 911. He collapsed over her back sweating and panting heavily.

“Damn, baby”, he said through breaths, “damn”. She only moaned softly, thoroughly satiated.

Finally, very nearly reluctantly, he pulled out of her.

“Come on, hon. Let’s go inside and wash up a bit while we still have the strength”

“Who has the strength?” she murmured. He smiled.

“Come on”. He helped her inside and together they carefully cleaned up their most sensitive parts. When they exited the bathroom, both looked at the bed with sheepish grins. It was soaked and unfit to sleep in. Tyson picked up two pillows and tossed them to the floor. He then grabbed the blanket, which had escaped unscathed surprisingly, and another from the closet and made them a pallet on the floor. Once they’d lain down, he pulled her close once more. It was nearly three o’clock in the morning.

“I’ve gotta get to work in the morning,” he murmured sleepily.

“Is that your way of crying ‘uncle’?” she asked. He smiled, his eyes closed.

“Umm, yes”. She laughed and snuggled closer, stretching her arm across his chest. She closed her own eyes and took a mental stock of her body. Her nipples were sore from the biting. Her clit was thumping with her pulse beat. Her ass was definitely throbbing and sore. Even her head was hurting from when he had pulled her hair earlier. Yeah he had fucked her perfectly tonight.

“All right,” she conceded, “ I guess I could let you sleep”. He grunted.

“Thanks”

“But when the weekend comes…” she said, her voice trailing off as she settled her head on his shoulder.

“Mm” came the reply. And they both knocked out before they could process another thought.

love ya lot's!





*Stories by B.F. Redd*

Homecoming

As she read the email she didn’t even notice the tears running down her beautiful face. ‘He’s coming home for Christmas!’ was the thought that went through Angela’s head over and over as she read through the message her husband Jayson had sent her from Iraq. He had been deployed only five months after they had been married, so to her mind they were still newlyweds. His Guard regiment had supposed to only have been gone for nine months, which was bad enough for the young couple, but it had ended up being almost double that. Angela or Angie to those close to her had about worried herself sick as she heard daily reports of the rising American death toll. Only her close relationship with the Lord and her parents kept her sane in the long gaps between Jayson’ missives. It’s not that he didn’t want to keep in touch; it's just that he just was so busy. But now he was coming home! After sending her joyful reply, even though he said he probably wouldn’t be back online until the next evening at the earliest, Angela spent the next three hours burning up the telephone and DSL lines as she gave their families the great news.

A couple of weeks before Jayson was to come home Angela was talking with her best friend Moni, short for Monica at her kitchen table. They were discussing the final plans for his welcome home dinner.

“Okay Angie, let’s go through this one more time. The hall at the Elks Club is booked, the food has been decided on and ordered, decorations are in the closet and we have all the film in the county for our cameras. Are we leaving out anything?” Moni asked.

Laughing Angie replied, “We did empty out the drugstore between all the family members didn’t we? But I think that is all. He’s going to love the red and green Christmas decorations. He said in his emails how much he wanted to see traditional holiday colors after the blah of the desert. Now we just wait for him to get here. I am too excited!”

Moni smiled as she looked at her friend. It had been so long since she or anyone had seen Angie laughing like that, almost since her wedding day. It was good to know that she would be back with the man she loved. Moni was still searching for the type of love her friends shared but she knew after seeing them, she couldn’t settle for anything less.

“You haven’t said what you have planned for when you get Jayson all to yourself. Anything special in the works?”

“Moni, I am so glad you asked! I do have something in mind but I need input and wasn’t sure who to ask. Since you asked first you’re nominated. Let me go get my notebook!” With a look of nervous excitement she ran out of the room.

Moni’s curiosity was piqued because Angie was a pretty straightforward type of woman. Seduction simply wasn’t her friend’s forte`. It would be interesting to see what was brewing in her head. Smiling she remembered back to when Angie came to her house their senior year of high school freaking out because Jayson had asked her out for a second time.

“What am I going to do Moni? He’ll probably want to kiss and stuff! You know that I haven’t ever kissed a boy. What if I don’t know how to do it right?” Angie was about in tears from the panic she was feeling.

Laughing Moni said, “Angie, we’ve kissed before. It’s the same thing...just a little longer.”

Embarrassed by the memory, as well as the heat it generated, Angela’s fawn colored face flushed. Exasperated she said, “Moni, that was us experimenting. While you’re really hot girl, you don’t produce the same flutters as Jayson does.”

Lifting her eyebrow Moni replied, “Then I must not have done it right.” At her friend’s glare she backed off smiling. “Just kidding. Look Angie, Jayson is one of the good guys. If he’s asked you out again, he probably won’t push you any farther than you want to go. If anyone has “high school sweethearts” potential, it’s you two.”

As she heard Angie coming back down the hall, Moni shook her head at her prediction. She was just trying to calm her friend’s nerves that day; she had no idea that her words would turn out to be truth. When Angie walked through the door with a notebook she stopped at the look on the face of her “Best Fucking Friend” or B.F.F.

“What?”

Moni smiled and said, “I was just remembering how you were before your and Jayson’s second date. I think you are just as flustered now as you were then.”

Angie flopped in the chair and grinned foolishly, “Yeah, and I’m just as thrilled to know that I will be seeing him again. But this time, I need to show him with more than a simple kiss how much I’ve missed my man.” Opening her notebook she said, “So let’s get to work on my welcome home gift.” With that the two women started hammering out a scenario that any man would be grateful to come home to.

When Jayson came home on Christmas Eve, it was a relief to Angie that he seemed unchanged from the man she had seen off over a year ago. Oh, he was a bit thinner and had more depth in his dark brown eyes, but overall he still had the same disposition that he left with. She had heard stories about returning soldiers and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and had prayed that God spared her husband from that affliction. She was grateful that that particular prayer seemed to have been answered so fully. Though he rarely left her side, Jayson still was able to talk and joke with their loved ones just as before.

When she caught him politely covering a yawn while talking to their dads, she knew it was time to intervene. She knew her husband was tired but she still had a sexy surprise for him. “Alright everyone! One final picture and I’m taking my man home...to bed.” Winking exaggeratingly at the gathering, she laughed with them all as she herded them into the shot and set the timer on her camera. Running and tucking in under his arm she yelled, “Say ‘Cheese’!” and got the perfect shot.

Thirty minutes later she was standing in her husband’s arms, alone in their living room. Gazing up into his face she said, “I’ve missed this so much. This feeling of safety that being in your arms gives me.”

Rubbing his face in her hair to take in the scent he replied, “And I’ve missed the smell of your hair, the feel of your softness and the taste of your lips.” With that he indulged in a lingering re-acquaintance of that particular pleasure. Their tongues soon swirled together as their hands journeyed to places that were well known and worth the time to re-visit.

Reluctantly, Angie pulled out of Jayson’s grasp and breathily whispered, “Slow down baby, I have a little something for you. I know you’re tired but wait right here for a second.” With that, she ran into their bedroom and slammed the door. Jayson stared after the woman he loved in surprise. Angie was always a good lover but never particularly adventurous. His fatigue was cleared away by his curiosity. A couple of minutes later she called out, “Come and unwrap your present!” Grinning, he went down the hall, opened the door and stopped in his tracks as his mouth fell open and his dick leapt to attention.

There were icicle lights all around the tops of the walls with iridescent snowflakes dangling from the ceiling and white candles of different shapes sizes placed on every flat surface. Angie had also re-done the color scheme of the bedding to white, though the sheets were a cheerful red, green and white pattern. But they were nothing compared to his wife standing on the chest at the end of the bed. ‘A vision’, was the thought that popped into Jayson’s head as he goggled at his wife. She had taken down the French bun to let her hair flow in a rich brown cascade down her back. She was “wearing” a wide green and red ribbon that just concealed her full breasts and newly bare pubis. She had a big red bow like the one’s you stick onto presents tied so the ends just trailed over the sides of her luscious rump and down her legs which ended in bright red stripper pumps. Most guys didn’t know what Jayson’s “goody two-shoes” wife had under her modest clothes and he was fine with that. But even he had never had her beautiful body showcased like this. Angie could see that the “outfit” she and Moni had come up with was just what this soldier wanted from Santa.

Finding his voice he said, “Damn Angie! I...ugh!” Jayson barely kept his footing as his wife leaped at him and wrapped her legs and arms around the man of her dreams.

“Enough talk Jayson. I want you to fuck me now.” Kissing him deeply as his arms tightened around her, she pulled back and said, “Right now!”

Proving he was as good at taking orders as his commendations said, Jayson was out of his clothes in record time. Angie crawled across the bed with her ass tooted up so he would have a good view and looked back at him over her shoulder, “Come on baby, I still have on too much wrapping.”

Nude, Jayson came around to the side of the bed and pulled her firmly but gently towards him. “I don’t want to hurt you Angie, but you are driving me wild right now. You know how long it’s been. You’d better set the pace.”

She looked up at him guilelessly and said, “Okay”, then promptly began sucking his dick. She had never given Jayson head before and had only watched videos of it being done for the last couple of weeks but it seemed to be a natural talent from his reaction. He sounded just like the men on the pornos she’d studied! ‘No wonder so many women do this. What a power rush!’ she thought to herself as she reveled in the feel of the hardened silk chocolate of her man in her mouth. She grew wetter and her nipples stiffened as little salty drops of his essence ran down her throat. When Jayson suddenly pulled out of her, she moaned in protest and tried to get him back.

“Baby I can’t hold on if you keep this up. Why don’t we...” Jayson was cut off again as his wife threw him to the bed.

“How did you stay alive if a naked woman can take you by surprise so easily?” she teased as she straddled him. Without hesitation she slid down onto the bridge that would connect and move them in their own special rhythm. Jayson tried to keep his eyes on the breathtaking sight of his wife reveling in their lovemaking, but the feeling of her tightening around him had his eyes closed sooner than he’d like. Running her hands over her heavy breasts and through her hair, Angie threw her head back and began moving her hips frantically. She had missed just having Jayson’s presence in her everyday life, but she couldn’t deny the way the curve of his dick felt inside of her. She moved so that he was putting just the right pressure on her spot.

“Oh yes, Jayson baby. I’ve missed this so much. Fuck me sweetie.” Bending over and letting him guide her hips up and down she looked into his glazed eyes and challenged him with, “Show me you missed this pussy.”

Jayson’s shock over hearing that type of talk from his wife was soon overshadowed by his pleasure as he took control of the pace. As he guided her down he met her with a deep thrust. As their orgasms began, the sound of their animalistic grunting filled the candle-lit space. Jayson sat up as Angie screamed through her climax and wrapping his arms around the love of his life, pumped his seed into her on a deep groan.

As they lay together looking out the window, snow began to fall slowly in big fat flakes. Angie whispered, “The first snowfall of the year on Christmas morning. I don’t think anything could make this day more perfect but there it is.”

Jayson smiled at woman whose love and letters kept him sane from a world away. “It could be blazing hot with dead grass and not a present to be found under a “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree and for me it would still be the most perfect Christmas ever because I’m back here with you. I love you with all my soul and I will do my best never to leave you again.” With that he reached over and pulled an envelope out of pants pocket. When Angie read it, the tears in her eyes sparkled brighter than any star on any tree anywhere as she began kissing and making love to her husband once again. The neatly typed and folded honorable discharge papers with Jayson’s name on them were nearly crushed in the second heat wave of their passion.

Hunger

It was starting again, her Hunger. She didn't know why it came over her at times but it did and usually with no warning. She wasn't the most rational person when it happened either. She needed to feed and she wouldn't be happy until she did. But she didn't thirst for blood like a vampire, though she felt as primal as one. It was the flesh she needed, carnal abandoned acts of sex. She craved hot, passionate fucking. She wanted the loving without the love. It was an ever-elusive companion but she did occasionally find one that could satisfy her wants but only for a short time. After a while she had to begin the hunt again. She had once gone to get herself evaluated to see if what happened to her was some type of mental defect. She thought she might be bipolar, schizophrenic or just plain fucked in the head. According to the head shrinkers though she was fine. The closest they had come is nymphomania but she didn't really fulfill the symptoms for that because her Hunger didn't interfere with her daily activities as long as she fed it within a reasonable amount of time. Also they said that sex was unsatisfying with nymphos. Well that shit most definitely didn't apply. Sex was good; it was the lovers that fell short.

It was her Hunger that had her prowling the streets tonight. It tended to make things difficult for her because the same type of man couldn't satisfy it every time. She had to figure out what it was that would quiet the beast in her each time and each time it was a chore because the Hunger didn't like to repeat itself. That meant a new man for each episode. When she was her normal self she was thankful that in these day and times if she didn't have protection on her the men she'd chosen had it covered. She had figured out early what would be on the menu and had covered the bases in the rubber department. She wanted "blow-your-back-out" thug lovin' tonight. She had gone home to rest and change for the hunt. Her standard 'I Rule the World' DKNY suit wouldn't do for the area she would be searching tonight. No, to catch a Ghetto Mandingo she needed to be Hip-Hop Princess pretty and her attire did just that.

She hit the local strip in front of the gang-bangers and hoochie-mama club that turned into a car show every Friday night. The cars were shining and bass was booming. All sorts of acrobatics were being performed by the hydraulics on some cars while others had their hoods up to be inspected by experts and wannabes alike. She was having none of that though. What she wanted wasn't under the hood of the 1963 Chevy Impala convertible ahead of her but leaning proprietarily against the driver side door. Anyone looking at her casually would not have seen the change her Hunger wrought in her when she sighted him but look closely enough and it was in her eyes. They were shining with the sheen of pure carnal yearning. He would be the one tonight; whether or not that would be a good thing for her would depend on his stamina but he definitely had the look of one she needed to quiet the beast inside of her. He was easily 6'7" tall and well toned without being overly muscular; smooth cocoa skin and a low haircut with just a touch of wave to it. The kicker was the face though; the bedroom eyes with 'forever' lashes and full soft looking lips. As she slowly but purposefully moved towards him she could feel herself getting wetter by the moment. To make the sweet agony last longer she forced herself not to quicken her pace though she wanted to run at him, pull his dick out and suck it right there. But the Hunger always knew when to push her into action and it told her to wait until he caught her scent.

She was about six feet from him when their eyes met. Now 'game' may recognize 'game' but it has nothing on pure sexual energy. And nothing stiffens a man like the knowledge of having hot willing pussy near. The fact that she was willing was in her attitude and dress. She was totally covered but still bordering on being indecently exposed, a tight tee shirt that stopped at her waist showing her flat pecan-colored stomach, low-riding painted on jeans that gripped her ass and showed her panty-less cooch to perfection and high-cut denim jacket that accented her DD's. She completely ignored all of the various crude remarks thrown at her by his entourage and walked to within four inches of him, stopping just where her nipples brushed his wife-beater.

His friends had become a dull buzz in the back of her mind; he was her focus now. She looked him up and down one long time. Then locking eyes with him again she asked, "What's up baby?"

She knew that he would be a good choice when instead of acting an ass like his friends he replied, "You and me. So where do you want to go?" His voice was deep and smooth like her pussy, another good sign. It had been her experience that a man that can handle the come-on of a strong woman can handle her in the bedroom even better.

Smiling she said, "Lead the way boo. I'll fuck you wherever you want."

The peanut gallery went wild at this. "Damn dawg!" "That 'Girl's Gotta Have It' my nigga!" "Fuck him. I got what you need for real gurl!" At this last she turned her head towards the pitifully skinny little grilled-up weed-head and said, " That I seriously doubt. I'd bet my juicy ass that his dick is wider than your whole body." When that wiped the lewd grin off his face, she dismissed him by turning back to her mark. "Now where were we? Oh yes, leaving", with that she walked around the front of his car and got in the passenger side.

Throwing an "I'll catch up to you niggas later," carelessly over his shoulder her target got in his and pulled off. As they eased down the street crowded with loiterers she slid over and started stroking him through his jeans, not caring who might be looking in the windows. She was glad to know that she wouldn't be disappointed in the size department at least. Since he was brick hard she could tell the brotha had some length on him as well as being playground-pole thick. The wetness was starting run out of her at the thought of bouncing up and down his shaft.

"Pull over baby. No sense in you waiting for pussy this good," she whispered flicking her tongue in his ear." Without a word he turned down the first alley he saw. A man that follows my directions without explanation...I think I'm in love, she thought as he stopped at the end.

Turning his head she all but pounced on his lips and moving down his neck started nipping him across his chest. He may not have had many words but he was definitely a man of action. His hands roamed all over her body. He was rough without hurting her and that's just what she wanted tonight. When she started to move astride him he asked, "Do you want the top down or up?"

She smiled and said "Down. Since your little friends are hiding behind the trash bin let's give them a good show."

"Hell if you don't mind, I don't mind. But they're not my friends, just car groupies." With that he reached around and let down the top on the car. As the hood cleared the front seat she pulled off her jacket and tee shirt, leaving on her bra that was just holding in her breasts with a bit of black lace. Then kicking off her sandals first she stood on the seat over him with her pussy in his face. Sending a little wave back up the dark alley she peeled off her jeans while he balanced her. She stayed standing over him as he pushed his pants down around his ankles and pulled a rubber from out of his pocket. When he was gloved and ready he put his hands on her hips and started to ease her down.

"Baby, you're fuckin' with a pro," with that she plunked her pussy as far down as she could go. He had to be about eight inches but he was also thick as the devil. He filled her to the point of overflow. Putting her hands on the back of the seat she started moving up and down his dick while he held and squeezed her thick ass cheeks. He showed his multi-tasking skills were on point when he started sucking her nipples through the lace of her bra. She loved the double sensations running through her as she rode him. He smelled a little too good for the thug she thought she was getting but his thrust had all the power she yearned for. She also got a thrill every time she looked up and made eye contact with one of the gawkers half-hidden up the alley. Her moans and his grunts echoed against the walls of the buildings and provided all the mood music she wanted.

He felt so good inside her but she wanted more. "Give me that doggy-style baby. I want to feel you as deep inside me as I can." Her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking so he didn't bother with an answer.

Opting to take his boots off, he took off his pants and folded them over the seat. Strange for your average homeboy but she knew how men could be about their jeans and shoes so she just stood quietly admiring his movement and anticipating what was to come. Bending over the driver side of his trunk, she assumed a pat-down stance so her arms held her away from the car. His stroke made it more than apparent that he wasn't being dominated just because he was silent. Grabbing her hips he plunged to the top of her warm cat. She almost gasped at the feeling of him grazing past her spot. The harder he hit it, the more she voiced her approval. She showed him that she was no slouch in this position herself as she slightly bent her knees to throw the pussy back at him. His grunt changed to a groan at this action and that only served to accelerate her motion and orgasm. Before long the sounds of their impending climaxes began drawing in people walking up and down the boulevard outside the alley and the watchers from out of the shadows. The funny thing was they were so mesmerized by the performance before them that she and her gangsta lover were still the only ones making noise in that alley. Through her sex-hazed eyes she could see some guys had their dicks out and were stroking them. Some of the women were openly rubbing their titties and one was leaning against the wall conducting a little show of her own as she fingered herself while watching them. As she and the woman linked eyes with each other she could feel herself going over the edge.

"Fuck me daddy...that's it...make me cum baby" she moaned, never taking her eyes off of the woman. She was fascinated at the sexual transference of energy between them. As she moved closer to her nut she could tell the other woman was as well.

With a low growl and an increase in his pumping action, he shot his hot load into her. It was so warm that it had her shaking through her own orgasm just seconds later, her guttural moans making a sensual duet with her sexual sister's on the other side of the car. As she opened her eyes she could see that the woman had finished as well as a few other people in the alley. Some were obviously uncomfortable and moved off quickly while others stayed and talked about hooking up later. Her conquest removed himself from her and turned her around for their first real kiss. The throb of her clit let her know that she had met a kissing connoisseur.

When he finished removing her senses with his lips he got a towel from the trunk of his car for them to wipe off with so they could dress. He asked if she needed a ride anywhere but she declined. She took a card from her back pocket with her cell number on it and gave it to him. "Just say 'alley' and I'll know its you."

By this time only the self-satisfying woman was left in the alley so she walked over and without a word softly kissed her. "I enjoyed you as much as him," she told her and walked out of the alley her Hunger having been satiated...for now.

ã Copyright 2006 B.F. Redd

*Written by Lawana Johnson aka DesiresFulfilledInRed*

The Friendship Pact

He was keeping their Friday night date of going to the movies. He couldn’t wait to see it. It had been billed as the number one box office draw, and he and his best friend were going to check it out together.

Knocking on the door he didn’t get an answer, and he knew she was home because he had just talked to her before he left work. After knocking again he tried the doorknob, and finding it unlocked, he entered. At once, he heard what sounded like sobbing coming from the back room. As he approached tentatively, he saw the source of the crying. She was lying across her bed crying into the crook of her arm, and immediately thinking something had happened to her he ran to her not sure of what caused this emotional upheaval. She looked up, surprised, that anyone was there, and when she saw who it was she began crying uncontrollably, and grasped onto him as he reached for her.

She sat up and he took her into his arms as she begins to cry harder. When he asked her what was wrong, she slowed her crying down, and through her sniffing and hiccupping, he pieced together the story that had her here in a crumpled heap.

After she took her shower, and began to get dressed, her boyfriend of six weeks showed up, with the smell of alcohol on his breath, to complain again that he didn’t want her to keep going out every Friday night with her “so called” best friend. It seemed to him that they must have something going on, because it doesn’t look right for his woman to be going out with another man, best friend or not. He then accused her of having feelings for this ‘friend’ and fooling around with him, and that he was not going to keep standing for her making a fool out of him. That’s when he gave her an ultimatum, “Either him or me,” as he put it.

Knowing her, she didn’t take kindly to ultimatums.

No one would tell her who she could be friends with and who she couldn’t, so she chose her best friend. With that answer, he jumped at her as if he wanted to hit her, but he just walked out on her, calling her every indecent name he could think of, and that’s where she lay ever since he left and where her best friend found her.

He stroked her hair and wiped her eyes with tissues he found on the bedside table while she was talking. He couldn’t stand to see her so upset, and he would have left her there to go find this jackass, but he realized that she was alright physically, and he didn't want to leave her alone. Truth be told, he was in love with her, and he had never told her how he felt because of a pact they made in their senior year of high school. Holding her tightly to his chest, he caressed her back, rubbing it up and down with the palm of his hand.

“That asshole, how dare he ever think I was going to give up my Friday nights with my friend for him? Hell, this Friday night outing had been set up for years before he ever came into the picture. I don’t even like him like that to give that up, and my body don’t even respond to him in a way that would make me even consider dropping my friend.”

These outings allowed her to be close to him without letting on that she had deeper feelings for him. Out of all the men she dated he was the one she truly wanted to be with. She had loved him since high school, even before they decided to make a pact to always be friends and not become lovers. When she looked up and found him standing at the edge of her bed, her tears were not for losing the asshole, but because the accusations made to her were true. She wanted him heart, body and soul.

As her crying subsided, he looked down into her almond shaped, light brown eyes, as she stared up at him with watery eyes. Having no control, he caressed the side of her face with his free hand and bent down to kiss her quivering lips. His first thought was, ‘how soft’, and without hesitation, her lips opened up to take his tongue into her warm mouth.

As their tongues became familiar with each other, she had reached around his neck to pull him closer. She didn’t know what was happening, but it felt so right. His touch was so gentle, and his scent was so intoxicating. She did know that before things went any further, they had to talk. Then he kissed her and every sane reason for them not to start something went out the window. All she knew was that she wanted him.

Laying her down, he went into the kitchen and got her a drink of water, making sure her doors were locked in case that fool decided to come back. Entering her bedroom again he noticed that she had stopped crying and was staring out the window. She turned toward him as he handed her the glass, and he thought how beautiful she was. After making sure that she was alright, he asked her if she still wanted to go out, but she suggested that maybe they could watch a couple of movies there and maybe order in some take-out.

When he went into the kitchen all she could think of was that kiss. Getting up off the bed, she went to the window. She thought about how she wanted him to do more than just kiss her. The perfect opportunity came when she had the idea to suggest that they just stay there for the evening. As he entered into the bedroom with the glass of water in his hand, she wanted to grab him and tell him how she wanted to be more than friends with him. Now, how could she bring up the subject of breaking that darn pact?

The pact came about because as teens in high school, most, if not all, of their friends had dated and proclaimed the fiercest type of love for each other. No one could tell them that as teenagers, there was no such thing. Then by the time their senior year arrived everyone had split up, gone their separate ways, and they didn’t even remember that before they dated, they were friends first, and now friendships was destroyed. As for them, they decided that their friendship would be more important than having casual sex and calling it love.

After they both chose what movie to watch, he sat down and lay back against the headboard, taking her and holding her in his arms. The movie was a light comedy and although there were moments where they both laughed at the comedic scenes, the both of them felt the heat of their closeness as they lay together on the bed. It didn’t help that he kept rubbing her arm up and down while keeping his eyes on the television screen. As she was shifting her weight on him, she accidentally brushed across his groin area and suddenly she felt a hardness that made her want to put her mouth down there to taste him.

He thought that choosing a lighthearted comedy, he would not think about this woman lying in his arms. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold out, especially after she grazed his now engorged cock, which caused him to jump up from the bed. He caused her to topple over, because he couldn’t sit there any longer without wanting to caress and suck on her ample sized breasts, while rubbing her pussy into submission until she exploded over his fingers. To taste her pussy juices was something that all of a sudden he craved now more than anything else. He sat in the recliner across from the bed, not believing the heat of her touch, and what thoughts were going through his head right now. If he didn’t move away from her, he wouldn’t be responsible for what could happen, what would happen and what he really wanted to happen.

When he jumped up so suddenly, she was startled. Watching him move to the chair to sit down over there away from her, she realized that he didn’t want to start something that would jeopardize their friendship. So she got up from the bed and took the few steps required to reach him, then she stooped down in front of him, between his legs, and started caressing his bulge that just couldn’t be hidden. The more she rubbed his package, the closer to the edge of the chair he sat. She took one hand and pushed him until his body reclined back in the chair. Then she undid his belt and unzipped his pants, putting her hand inside his trousers to free the large dick, and she couldn’t believe how big he was down there. Immediately she lowered her head to lick the tip of his mouth-watering dick, thinking about him putting his dick inside of her already soaked, wet pussy. The more the tip of his dick got wet, the slicker it became, and the slicker it became, the more she was able to suck him into her mouth, ‘til the head was touching the back of her throat. As she eased back off his dick, she heard him moaning, and then she used her tongue to swirl around the tip and then she licked that huge cock from the top to the bottom, making slurping noises as if she was sucking on a popsicle.

He found out how talented she was with her mouth. When he could he sat up and grabbed her shoulders while getting her up off the floor. Sitting her in the chair, leaning her back, while her pussy was scooched to the front of the chair, he put her legs up on his shoulders. Using both hands, he spread her pussy open ‘til her bulging clit was exposed to him. He started out by blowing and kissing it as he watched her wet, juicy pussy contract back and forth while pushing out oozing cum. Greedily and most enjoyably, he sucked up every drop and used his fingers to bring more out to lap up with his tongue. He then took his pussy soaked fingers to her mouth, so that she could taste how delicious she was, and she sucked each finger gingerly, while moaning and softly calling out his name. He had to feel his dick inside of this delectable pussy, so he got up and pulled her to her feet. He walked her back to the bed and laid her down. Staring into her eyes he bent over and kissed her lips, gently at first, then hungrily. He covered her mouth with his and happily swallowed her every moan, while sucking on her tongue. He couldn’t believe he could feel this way. He wanted her body to be infused with his, and after that delicious kiss, he stood up and took the rest of his clothes off and as he stood before her, his cock was sticking straight out, hard and firm waiting to explore her pussy from the inside out. He reached for her to slowly untie her housecoat, and already knowing what he would find underneath, he savored her nakedness until he had to taste her breasts, her stomach and some more of her tantalizing, sweet pussy before allowing his dick access to what he couldn’t get enough of, her hot goodness.

He was driving her insane with want and need, and just as she thought he was about to fuck her throbbing pussy, he began to gently massage her tits. He licked each nipple ‘til they became hard pebbles and while massaging one with his thumb and forefinger, he nipped, sucked, and licked the other one. If she had known that making love with him was like this, that pact would have been broken oh so long ago. As he was making a trail with his tongue to her navel, he stopped to lick it and tongue fuck it which was driving her into frenetic haze. Before he could go south, she grabbed his head, and whispered, “I want you now!”

Smiling, he made his way back up so that he could position himself on top of her and the tip of his dick sought out the entrance to her cave of delight. She was ready for him, and as much as he wanted to fuck her franticly, he didn’t want to thrust himself into her because he wanted all of this to last as long as possible, so he slowly pushed the tip of his dick into her and her pussy muscles started contracting back and forth, pulling him deeper inside. Before he could start pumping her, her muscles were milking his cock and he moaned her name loudly because the time had come that he couldn’t continue being slow in his maneuvers, he had to make her his. He thrust his dick inside her, back and forth, back and forth, with such fierceness, that all he could think of was them cumming together, becoming one. Their bodies were wet with sweat as their lovemaking became more intense, tears welled up in her eyes and he tried to slow down because he didn’t want to hurt her, but she grabbed his butt and held onto him tightly. He knew then that her tears were not of pain, but of another emotion he had only dared hope for from her; love.

She was determined to meet every thrust he produced. Her body moved rhythmically with his and all she knew was that she wanted to love him, and no other. She knew that after this, there would be plenty more times together, and that this was the beginning of a new pact. They had become part of each other, and tears came to her eyes at the realization. She sensed him trying to stop fucking her with the passion they both felt, so she grabbed him to let him know that she needed him to make her pussy his. Looking at her, he then bent over and kissed her tears away and fucked her with such passion and hunger that they climaxed together screaming out each other’s name. As his dick was contracting to push out every drop of his love into her, she tore herself from under him to taste his love. Every drop was as seasoning on her tongue and she swore to herself that the next time she would taste and swallow every bit of him to satisfy that particular hunger she had carried with her since before the pact made in high school.

He loved her and she loved him, not casually, but with a forever kind of love. In a way, he was glad that they did make that pact then, because he knew that their lovemaking would not have been as it was tonight. Bringing her into his arms, their future looked brighter because each of them knew that this love came with a maturity they could not have had in school, and that now they would always be there for each other, and that they could look forward to being together every night of the week.

Boy, she liked these kinds of talks, and she made up her mind that they would always continue to have these sorts of talks at least, if not more, about three times a week.