“You’re kidding, right!” she says. “What happens when you concentrate?”
“You’ll see,” I answer, returning my face to her crotch and sucking her pussy lips into my mouth. Turning my head sideways, I alternate nibbling on each of her lips. Sucking each one into my mouth and gently holding it between my teeth as I lightly run my tongue up and down the entire length of her pussy lip.
“Holy shit! What are you doing?” she moans, squirming her ass around on the bed. “What is that? You learn this stuff from that landlady of yours?” I don’t answer. I just push my tongue deep inside her pussy and insert one finger in beside it. I twist my finger all around getting it sopping wet then slowly slide it out and smear a path up and down between her pussy and her asshole. I continue tongue fucking her and dipping my finger in for more lubricating juice as she moans and writhes in response. I skim my wet finger in a circular motion around her asshole before going back for more of her thick lubricating cream.
When she’s almost whimpering from my machinations, I move my mouth to her clit and slip the tip of my finger in her ass. I’m sucking her clit while pushing my finger a little farther into her asshole and pinching and massaging her pussy lips between the thumb and index finger of my other hand. The simultaneous sensations are overwhelming and she starts bucking feverishly against my mouth and hands.
“Oh God! I can’t even tell what you’re doing! It’s just incredible! It’s… It’s everything at once! Oh fuck! I’m going to cum again!” I’m leaning my weight on her and trying to keep her from bucking my mouth off her clit as she starts feeling the first wave of her orgasm. I keep sucking her clit, pinching her pussy lips and massaging the inside of her asshole as she thrashes around on the bed. When she spreads her legs even wider trying to reach that next plateau, I bury my index finger all the way inside her ass and gently bite her clit. She literally explodes, gushing hot frothy cream over my hands while her body convulses, shaking my lips loose from her clit. I return my tongue to her pussy, hungrily lapping up the thick gooey sauce flowing freely from her lips. Her taste and aroma are overwhelmingly strong and I’m almost lightheaded by the time the last trickle oozes out and I remove my face from her matted bush.
I stop briefly to suckle her rigid, black nipples as I lick and kiss my way up her body, now glistening from the exertion of her two orgasms. Pressing my lips to hers, she eagerly sucks my pussy soaked tongue into her mouth, kissing me with unbounded lust. My throbbing cock is paused at the threshold of her sensual furnace, rubbing against the doorway, begging for admittance. She raises her knees off the bed, spreads her legs wide apart and sucks the entire length of my rod deep into her hot, slick love canal. Tighter than I expected, undoubtedly from years of neglect, her steaming pussy envelops my cock like a glove and her inner muscles massage the sides as I glide in and out of her well lubricated hole, using long slow strokes. I can’t believe this is really happening! This time I’m not going to open my eyes and suddenly be fucking Amber, having imagined all this.
We’re still kissing passionately, our tongues lustfully entwined as we pick up rhythm and speed and I move feverishly toward my long awaited release. I really want us to cum together and I try desperately to hold back my own climax awaiting a signal from her that she’s ready to join me. I reach between us and pinch her thick nipples, stretching them out from her chest as I start pounding into her faster and harder. She’s thrusting up against me jamming her pleasure button hard against my pelvic bone.
“Oh my god! Mike! I can’t… believe… it’s building… up again!” She’s speaking in gasps, sucking air into her lungs between words. “This has… never… happened… before! It’s like… Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck Me! Harder, Mike! Harder!” She’s panting and twisting her head from side to side as she bucks her ass off the bed slamming her burning pussy up around my hard cock. I’m so fucking close, trying to hold back, waiting for that one rapturous moment when our physical frenzy transcends mere pleasure and becomes an all-encompassing ecstasy. I don’t know if I can make it.
“I’m cumming!” Cyn finally yells. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! Fuck!” She clenches her pussy muscles around my cock, raises her shoulders off the bed and digs her nails into my back. That’s all it takes for me, I let go and my body jerks violently shooting multiple streams of cum deep inside her hot, quivering pussy. Our bodies, tense and shuddering, lock themselves in a vice-like grip and vibrate together toward our mutual crescendo.
We collapse on the bed, her trembling body shivering beneath me, her breasts swelling and pushing her hard nipples into my chest as we both gulp air deep into our lungs. We just lay there for several minutes trying to breathe. As we start to come down from our exhilarating peak, we hold each other tight and start kissing again. Cyn is the first one to speak.
“I’m going to put that landlady of yours on my Christmas list!” she laughs, running her hands up and down my back.
“Explosive?” I ask leaning my head up so I can see her face. Her hair is damp and matted to her forehead, her sweat soaked body glows in the aftermath of three intense orgasms.
“Uh huh,” she nods. “Like dynamite,” she smiles dreamily. “That was really your first taste of a black woman? How did you like it?”
“Um… It was like candy,” I say, “a thin chocolate coating over a deliciously thick cream filled center.” She laughs and I add, “but I liked it best when we finally added the nuts.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” she says, brushing her lips against mine.
“And you are ravishing!” I say. “I don’t care whether you like the word or not. You are ravishing!”
“I don’t feel very ravishing right now,” she says. “I feel sweaty and depleted and… wonderful! Thank you, Mike. God, I thought I’d never find you. I’ve been looking for so long.”
“What do you mean, looking for me?” I ask.
“Well, someone like you. You don’t really think I came into that bookstore to buy a book do you?” She flexes her pussy muscles, moving her hot juice around my spent cock. “Do I feel like someone who has trouble with orgasms?” she asks. “We’ve been all over town to bookstores, video stores… don’t get me started on the sleazy guys in video stores.”
“We?” I ask, “Who’s we?” I’m about as confused as I’ve ever been. I lean up and stare into her eyes.
“Calm down,” she says, pulling me back against her. “I’ll tell you the whole story.” She leans back staring at the ceiling and begins speaking in a low voice. “Most of what I’ve told you is true. My husband is a minister and he does neglect my needs but not for the reasons I gave. He belongs to a men’s fellowship group that worships every Thursday night. Except one of my friends found out that what they’re worshiping is white pussy. We live in a mixed neighborhood with a fully integrated congregation. There is no shortage of women in our church who are aching to experience a black man reaming their snowy white pussies, all the better if the black man is the pastor of their church!” she says angrily.
“There are three of us black wives who got together to decide what to do about it. We call ourselves the neglected black housewives. At first we were going to confront our husbands. Then we asked ourselves why couldn’t we just play their game, and we went looking for white men to satisfy our needs. We didn’t want to go to bars or clubs so we began frequenting bookstores, video stores and coffee shops.”
“So getting angry and leaving, that was all an act?” I ask incredulously.
“I was just testing you, Mike,” she says, reassuringly. “There is no shortage of white men looking for black pussy and I didn’t just want an affair. I wanted… well, I wanted what you just gave me.” She’s again kissing me and running her fingers through my hair.
“Testing me?” I’m nearly speechless, thinking back over our conversations and seeing them all in a different light. “I must have passed huh?”
“Well, on the oral exam… A+. On the fill in the blanks, um… very full.” She laughs and then says, “I was also teasing you. Aren’t you the one who said that sex is not just physical; it’s mental? What would have happened if I had come on to you the first time we met? Would we have had the amazing sex we just had? Wasn’t your anxiety part of the foreplay?” She’s smiling, but I realize she’s right.
“Wow!” Is all I can say.