Unspoken Pleasure

But he had to taste more, so he moved lower and kissed his way down to the top of her fallen dress. Tossing the bra aside, he scooted back on his haunches, reluctantly causing her to loose her grip on him. She whimpered slightly, but he reached down and firmly tugged at the rumpled dress until it slid down her torso and past her stomach . . . nearly to the secret juncture between her legs, but her grinding hips stopped his progress. Continuing his teasing game, he leaned down again and kissed the smooth, heaving surface of her belly until he could feel little wisps of hair tickling the tip of his nose. He was close enough that he could smell the musky scent of her flowing nectar.

Almost delirious with desire, Beth’s hips began to hump up and off the couch. This was what J had been waiting for. The next time she lifted up with a jerky spasm, he quickly hooked the dress and slid it down and off her slim hips – then he leaned back and pulled it the rest of the way down her writhing legs and off. Now she was naked and splayed out before his hungry eyes. He couldn’t believe how enticing she was – her hard, firm body looked almost virginal – with flawless caramel-colored skin glowing with sexual heat. Gazing lower, there was her flowering sex, obviously moist and framed by a slight tuft of neatly trimmed dark hair.

No longer able to contain himself, he pressed her tender thighs apart and lowered his greedy mouth to her steamy opening. Beth’s eyes flew open when she felt him taste her there. She fought to momentarily regain her senses. “No. . . Please, don’t do that!” she begged. Beth always considered oral sex dirty and perverse. Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first explored each other sexually, but she convinced him that she was not interested. After a time he simply gave up and she was relieved.

But this was not her husband; it was a tall black man she did not know, and he did not want to hear her reasoning or argument. J knew he had this remarkable beauty on the verge of ecstasy, and he was not going to turn back now. Parting her slick outer lips with his fingers, he speared his tongue with skilled accuracy at the center of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick and lap at her relentlessly.

“Oh, God.. Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Beth cried out helplessly. Her small body bucked and jerked out of control while the big man held her tight against his mouth with his strong hands. Her legs flew out wide – kicking and flailing until they at last got hooked up around his broad shoulders. Immediately she felt the first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she was lost and gave up to it.

The groom was huffing and sweating as he took the bride from behind. Her head was lowered and her long, dark tresses flipped back and forth each time he pounded into her. But Bob couldn’t care less about what was happening on the stage. He was laying on his back, nude, with the loveliest black woman he had ever seen kneeling over him, sensuously dragging her slippery vaginal lips over and back against his aching-hard penis. She smiled down at him wickedly, fully aware that her sweet torture was driving him mad with lust. Her pendulous breasts swayed and brushed against his chest with each movement. “You want me, don’t you?” she teased.

Unable to stand it any longer, he grunted and thrust his hips up and forward, hitting the mark on the first attempt. The mushroom-shaped head of his manhood easily slid inside her well-lubricated tunnel; the warm, moist walls instantly gripped and squeezed against his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned out her pleasure and pushed back, seeking eagerly to complete the joining. First rising up, then sinking back against him, she could feel his thick rod gliding up and in. . . farther with each downward shift until their pubic areas ground together.

This was V’s first experience with another man since her marriage too, and she was surprised at how quickly she’d been carried away by the illicit urges she felt. Her husband was a great lover, but now all she could think of was this strange man’s cock buried to the hilt in her twitching vagina. She needed friction and release, so she leaned back and balanced her hands on his chest to steady herself. She began to rock up and down on him, picking up speed gradually and reveling in the delicious feelings spreading like liquid fire through her feverish body.

Bob met her thrusts and pushed back. His cock felt like it was coated in warm butter. He vaguely heard her gasp and pant above him each time he stabbed up into her. Grasping her flexing thighs for leverage, he slammed his hips up to meet each of her quickening down-strokes. He raised his knees and planted his feet, lifting both of their bodies high off the leather cushion each time they crashed together. Soon he could feel the familiar boiling sensation rising up from somewhere deep within, signaling his impending eruption.

Wanting her to explode with him, he reached between them and found her rigid clitoris. Wetting his fingers with her juices, he started to rub against her in a way that matched their furious rhythm. “Come with me!” he hissed. . . urging her to go off. “I’m almost there . . .”

“Uhgh….. yes….. yes…. I can feel it!!!!! she grimaced between hard strokes. “Oh, baby . . . yeah….. I’m coming! You’re making me come!!!!!”

The white-hot seed rocketed through his shaft and sprayed out in forceful spurts, but she could not feel the warmth of it spreading inside her. V was too far lost in the throes of her own climax to notice. Great shudders of pleasure racked her body and she held her breath for fear that the next convulsion between her legs might cause her to black out. Neither of them had ever experienced anything before with such raw animal intensity.

Beth was recovering from her own mind-shattering orgasm and climbing rapidly toward another when the chime sounded again. ‘J’ was still lapping hungrily between her wide-spread legs, hoping to beat the clock and plant his giant member in the willing little housewife, but he knew he had run out of time now.

All modesty gone, Beth allowed him to help her up and stood naked except for her high heeled shoes and her medallion. Something in her woozy brain triggered and she remembered who was waiting at her next stop, causing a tremble of anticipation. She wordlessly thanked the gentle black man she had been with by reaching down and softly running her hand along his impressive length one last time. Then, taking her rumpled dress and dragging it behind her, she moved off to the rendezvous she had been secretly looking forward to.

‘S’ stood waiting for her. He too had shed his clothing and she nearly swooned when she took in the sight of him. Everything about the huge man was appealing to her — his warm smile first, then the incredible eyes that seemed to pierce right into her heart. Built like a granite statue, his massive shoulders, arms, and chest tapered down to a flat, hard stomach ripped with solid muscle. And there was his cock, erect and perfectly shaped. Not freakishly big, but large enough to satisfy any woman; it stood up proud against the chiseled abdomen. Below, his powerful legs looked like tree trunks supporting his solid frame.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Dropping her dress, Beth rushed to his waiting arms. Without a word they melded together in a passionate kiss that made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand up and tingle. She could feel his hardness pressing insistently against her belly — throbbing gently with his rapid pulse. Gasping for breath, she broke the kiss and pulled his ear to her mouth. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered. “Please . . . I need you inside me. Now… please hurry!”

Reaching between her legs, ‘S’ dipped a fingertip into her swollen lips. His digit was instantly coated with her warm, sweet honey. “Yes, you are ready for me,” he smiled. “Well, I’ve learned to never keep a lady waiting . . .”

He gently turned her around and wrapped his massive arms about her, pressing himself against her back. Sliding his hands down, he found and caressed her quivering breasts as he slowly guided her to the love seat. Beth allowed him to position her so that she was kneeling on the leather cushion with her arms clinging over the back, facing away from him. His strong hands urged her legs apart and he moved up behind her. At first she could feel his body heat against her skin, then she felt the blunt rounded shaft of his organ moving and rubbing between the soft cheeks of her buttocks. He moved back and forth like that for a few moments, sending chills through her already frazzled nerves. “Please . . . don’t tease me,” she whimpered.

Finally he grasped his cock and aimed down until he found her soggy opening. He brushed the thick head around briefly to cover it with her slick juices, then he pushed forward slightly and felt the tip catch and move through the snug ring at her entrance. He was amazed at how tight she was, even after all this prolonged stimulation. Hearing a dreamy sigh of approval, he grasped her hips and pressed forward again, this time sliding almost half way inside.