Archives for October 2007
Black Girl Pool
Black Girl Pool
I lay back,
gasping, feeling all over the way my breasts once felt when my babies
nuzzled for their milk. My clit was pulsing, and I could feel Tom savoring
the pulses with his gentle mouth and tongue, holding very still. He was
very attentive afterwards, by the way. He offered to wipe off my boobs,
but I wouldn’t hear of it–said it would be our little secret–so he
helped me into my bra and sweater “as is,” which we both thought was
terribly exciting, and he said kind things, and then looked at his watch
and jumped a foot–ran for his bus, and his little family, and I stayed to
clean up, and shredded the printout, and drove to Ringo’s with an hour to
spare.
Ugly Black Chick Fucked
Ugly Black Babe
Well, diary, as you can imagine, this unexpected stroke of genius set
Tom on fire! He started in rubbing my breasts too, and kissed me for a long
time–didn’t seem bothered by the taste of his own cum on my mouth–and
then swapped places with me. He raised my skirt and helped me off with my
panties–light blue silk, of course, with “Monday” embroidered on the
bottom–and I spread my knees wide so that he could get in close with his
lovely head. As I had suspected, Tom knew exactly where to go. At first he
slipped his tongue into my vagina, and gathered up juices for lubricating
me–though I was pretty much wet all over by now, anyway–and slowly worked
his way up to my aching, hungry “little friend.” At first he licked around
a bit, spreading labia and locating my clitoris. I felt free to grab his
head and point him in the right direction, and give him clues with my
hands, about rhythm, and before long he had settled into a light, tongue-
tip, tripping movement right at the base of my clit that was like nothing I
had ever experienced (certainly not with Chuck! And, NO, dear diary, do not
ask me about anything before that!). I began humping his face, and held on
for dear life, and squeezed him with my thighs, and letting go of little
whimpers, and finally just flew to the purple place (don’t ask), and
thousands of colored lights went in my pussy and in my head.
Ebony Sexy Babe
Ebony Sexy Girl
“God,” he said. “That was GREAT.” Yes, but no different, I’ll bet, dear
diary, than other girls had done for him in times gone by. I needed to
think of a way to _really_ get his attention–he’s a keeper–and it was
then that I had, dear diary, the first really kinky inspiration of my life!
I hadn’t swallowed at all and was holding his entire load of sweet cum in
my mouth. I cupped my right hand and slowly spat the whole mouthful into
it, and held up my left hand and divided the whole blue-white mess between
the palms of both hands. I then cupped them over my boobs and smeared the
cum all over both sides, till they gleamed like they had been polished.
Mouthful Of Meat
Mouthful Of Meat
He looked a question at me and I nodded and hummed, “mmh-hmm” with my mouth
full of penis, so he caught on and held my head tight and began–I have to
use the word–_fucking_ my mouth. His hips went faster now, and his cock
pumped away inside my head for what seemed a long time–my lips got numb,
anyhow–and then he stiffened all over and suddenly I felt something hot
and _very_ slippery go all over the inside of my mouth. It seemed to come
gushing in waves, and the taste was strange–like salt, pepper, and milk
all at once. It was new to me, and after all these years, too, but I liked
it. I held just the head of his cock inside my mouth until he had calmed
down, then slipped it out and stroked it with my left hand, looking right
in his pretty eyes the whole time.
Ebony Moist Mouth
Ebony Moist Mouth
My mouth got pretty wet right
away, like it does whenever it has anything in it, and this made everything
slippery and added to the fun. I slid my mouth up and back down, up and
back down, slowly at first and then a little faster, trying to get with the
rhythm I could feel in his hip movements and the rocking of the chair. He
seemed to really like looking into my eyes as I did this, and watching his
wet cock disappear part way into my face and back out again, over and over.
Well diary, I had half intended to pull away and let him come on my
boobs or whatever, but he was _such_ a gentleman that he hadn’t put his
hands on my head, so I decided to encourage him to go all the way. I
reached up and took both his hands and put them in my hair, and squeezed
them so that he got a handful of hair on each side of the back of my head.