“Ohhhh! Yeah!” Jasmine cries, spreading her legs and pulling them up higher. I take my time, savoring each drop of her tasty juice before flicking my tongue across her moist lips again. She’s writhing on my bed, squirming her ass around and trying in vain to make contact with my tongue. I take my time, teasing her while I lick all around her inner and outer folds.
“Eat me… Tongueman,” she pleads softly and I comply, pushing my tongue into her wet hole, licking up and down the length of her slit.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” she moans as I clamp my mouth over her wet pussy lips and lap hungrily at her dripping juices. Slowly tongue fucking her, I rock my head from side to side, letting the bridge of my nose lightly connect with her clit. She’s bucking her ass off the bed, holding my head in both hands as she frantically grinds against my face. Licking to the top of her wet opening, I wrap my lips around her clit, and gently but rapidly suck on it while flicking my tongue lightly across its tip.
“Fuuuuuck!” Jasmine screams as my tongue unexpectedly detonates her clit, blasting her orgasm through her loins like a hand grenade. Gushing love juice all over my chin, she shoves my mouth away from her sensitive clit as her body shakes and trembles. I lick at her steadily flowing juices before moving my body over hers and gliding my hard cock into her quivering tunnel.
“Oh yes!” Jasmine murmurs, wrapping her arms and legs around me and squeezing me tightly against her. I leave my cock buried to its depth, not moving in or out, as our tongues entwine inside her mouth and I crush my lips against hers. Slowly, I start grinding my hips in a circular motion, squishing her pussy lips against the base of my cock and rubbing my pelvic bone against her clit. Jasmine’s response is immediate and we lose ourselves in a slow sensuous dance as we try to merge our bodies into one.
Oh fuck! This isn’t infatuation! This isn’t just fucking! This is honest-to-God love making. My cock is moving of its own accord, pumping and churning inside her steamy cavern. Fueled by increasingly intense eruptions, her fiery pussy melts around my cock, engulfing and scorching me as our bodies undulate together. We never break the kiss, our tongues being a critical part of our libidinous dance. Our passions build higher and higher, reaching a torturous peak as our sweat-soaked bodies press together, writhing in harmony until we reach the summit.
“Oh God!” Jasmine screams, breaking the kiss as her orgasm thunders through her body.
“I love you! I love you! I love yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!” Jasmine howls, clawing my back as her body lurches uncontrollably, quenching her fervent longing by flooding her with pure unadulterated pleasure.
“And I love you!” I say, through clenched teeth as my eruption joins hers and I empty my potent load into her flood of hot juices. Our bodies jerk against each other while we ride out wave after wave of breathless titillation. As our breathing slows, our mouths again find each other and our tongues entwine in an impassioned kiss.
When the shockwaves finally subside, our exhausted bodies drift into a blissful sleep, wrapped in a cozy cocoon of warmth and love.
And that would be the end of our story, with Jasmine and I living happily ever after except for the interesting epilogue that occurs a few months later.
I’m working a day shift at the bookstore when Cynthia walks in just before I’m due to clock out. She stops directly in front of me and raises her eyebrows.
“Starbucks?” she says, her tone indicating that it’s not really a question. “The latte’s are on me.” She turns and walks away. Regardless of how much grief she has caused us, my eyes are instinctively drawn to the undulation of her sexy ass cheeks as she struts towards the door. My cock twinges at the memory of my hands cupping those firm, round cheeks as I dug my nails into her flesh.
Fuck! What does she want now? Everything has been going so well with Jasmine. I’m even saving for a ring, although she doesn’t know it yet. I can’t imagine how Cyn could fuck up our lives now. I’ve spent so much time at Jasmine’s house, getting to know her mom that I don’t think Cyn can tell her anything that will make a difference now.
I finish my shift and hurry over to Starbucks. It’s my twenty-first birthday and Jasmine has promised me a surprise. I don’t want to be late.
It feels like a time warp when I walk in and Cyn is sitting at the same table, looking as delectable as she did when we first met. I sit down, noticing her blouse is gaping the same way and her coffee colored cleavage is just as enticing. I adopt a defiant look, willing myself to stare at her face instead of her sexy tits.
“I owe you an apology, Mike,” Cyn says, smiling broadly as she takes in my bravado. “You were right and I was wrong,” she adds, taking a sip of her drink.
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I pick up my drink to buy time to process what she’s saying. A Caramel Machiato, she remembered and that more than anything causes me to return her smile.
“I over reacted and I should have let you and Jasmine find out if you were right for each other. It seemed like I was doing the right thing at the time. I just thought Jasmine was so young and I already knew first hand what you could do to a woman.” Cyn leans forward and puts her hand over mine. “You took me places, Mike…” she stops abruptly and just leans back. “Well anyway, you two seem to be doing very well together. I guess it wasn’t just your bedroom manner,” she laughs nervously.
“Have you told Jasmine?” I ask.
“Yes,” Cyn smiles. “See, that being your first question is one of the things we all love about you, Mike. Jasmine told me the whole story about her refusal to date you because you are white and your willingness to continue the friendship even without sex. I was wrong, Mike. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you,” I answer.
“No, I should be thanking you,” she sits forward and this time I let my eyes take in her considerable cleavage. “I have my husband back,” she whispers. “We all do. Those videos allowed us to do what we should have done in the first place and that was confront them with the truth.” She pauses to take another sip of her drink.
“That didn’t work out so well for Barbara without the video,” I respond.
“No, but with the video… well, you’ve never seen such accommodating husbands as we have now.” Her hearty laughter is music to my ears and she doesn’t seem to mind as I watch her tits bounce up and down. She leans forward and puts her hand over mine.
“I’m truly sorry, Mike, for all the trouble I caused you and Jasmine.”
“Thanks, Cyn. This means a lot to me and I know it means a lot to Jasmine.” I check the time on my phone. Jasmine will be waiting.
“I have to go, Cyn,” I say, taking her hand. “I’m meeting Jasmine.”
“Your birthday, right?” she asks.
“Yup, twenty-one!” I announce.
“She won’t mind if I buy you a real drink, just a quick one,” she says, standing up and taking my hand.
“Well…” I’m not sure I like where this might be going but I don’t want to be rude to Jasmine’s aunt now that she is back in our life.