At last I could bear it no longer; as I slid into a prone position on the couch, she followed me down, still sucking avidly, her grey eyes looking directly into mine all the while. I sighed and reached for her, pulling her up to me, Shari grinning as she slid up next to me, one hand still wrapped around my cock. She looked into my eyes, guessing what I wanted to do, and smiled as she straddled me facing my erect cock, then dipped down to once again take me in her mouth. I held her hips and looked in fascinated wonder at her beautiful pussy and little pale-brown balloon knot, before pulling her back and up to my mouth so I could taste her and pleasure her once again the way she was pleasuring me.
She still tasted wonderful; sweet, and tangy, with a soft musky saltiness that told of her excitement, and as I licked and sucked at the succulent morsel spread for my delight, so she sucked me, sighing and mewling when I did something she especially liked. She smelled delicious, and I couldn’t get enough of her, each probing penetration of my tongue making her sigh and suck me even more avidly than before. She had a really cute, sweet little pussy, neat and feminine, not like some of the fleshy, splayed-open things I’d seen in my porn mags, and she was as much a treat for my eyes as a feast for my probing tongue.
I don’t know how long we teased and pleased each other, but neither of us wanted to finish this; it was too intimate, too loving to rush, there was no urgent need to race to a climax, and we were content to please and love each other in this way for as long as we could. Eventually, though, excitement and stimulation began to win out, Shari thrilling for longer and harder as I tasted, licked, sucked and probed, pushing my tongue as far into her as I could, until, on impulse, I licked her quivering little rosebud, gently pushing and squirming my pointed tongue-tip as far into the tight little knot of her anus as I could.
She screamed around my cock as she climaxed, a flood of her tangy juices spraying gently across my face and into my mouth, exciting me even further; her sucking efforts on my cock redoubled, and as she squeezed and fisted me as she sucked, I too passed that point, groaning out loud as I came in a white-hot rush of spunk, my cock twitching and flexing as if it had a life of its own as I pumped pulse after pulse of my sperm into her hot and willing mouth.
Shari slumped down on me, her body twitching and shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm, her lips still fastened around me as her busy tongue continued to lap at the trickle of spunk oozing from the end of my cock. We lay quiet and unmoving, waiting for the world to come back into focus, Shari slumped on top of me, her tempting, beautiful little pussy and quivering, delicate little rosebud filling my field of view. My hands played with and held her sexy cheeks, rubbing and squeezing the firm flesh, revelling in the springy, juicy firmness, the sexy quiver, and the delightful little bounce of her own personal golden globes. At last she stirred, to swivel round and crawl up next to me and lay her head in the crook of my neck with a happy sigh.
“That was wonderful, Bobby, thank you!” she whispered, making me blush. I squeezed her close to cover my confusion, and kissed her once on her nose, and longer on her sexy lips, while allowing my hands to roam over her sexy back and squeeze her deliciously firm bum cheeks some more. There was one thing I wanted to know, not that I had any business asking, and it made no difference to me, but a gadfly of curiosity was at me, and I had to ask her just once.
“Shari, with all the things you know, all the things you’re teaching me, I know that I’m not your first, and I don’t care, but I’ve got to ask, and if you tell me to mind my own fucking business I will and never ask you again, but… I’m kind of curious; where did you learn all this stuff?”
Shari looked up into my eyes, possibly looking for any hidden reasons I may have had for asking; if so she’d have found nothing but my own passing curiosity, and I meant it; if she told me to fuck off and mind my own business I knew I’d never ask her again; it really was none of my business. She looked into my eyes for a moment longer, then nodded.
“I suppose I knew you’d ask one day, but really there’s nothing there, no secret life as a call-girl or anything like that!” she grinned, and I also grinned, putting her back at her ease.
“I had a boyfriend, a long-term boyfriend, Graeme his name was, we were in school together, after we left school we stayed together, we did all the things boyfriends and girlfriends do, some of which you get the benefit of, Bobby!” she grinned, gently flicking the end of my flaccid penis, making me jump.
“After a while, I realised he’d never taken me back to his house, never taken me to meet his parents or any of his family; he always had a reason, but the upshot was that he always came over to our house, he always picked me up if we were going out somewhere, and he never took me to his parents place on things like Christmas, New Year, family celebrations. It all came to a head when his sister got married, and he never told me. Instead, he took another girl as his date. Of course I was furious; I’d been with him two years, yet I’d never met any of his family, and when he had the perfect opportunity to introduce me to them, he took some blonde slapper he’d met in a pub!”
I could see the anger and the hurt building in her eyes, and tried to dissipate it for her.
“Shari, I’m sorry, you don’t have to go on, I don’t need to hear any more…” I started, but she shook her head.
“No Bobby, I want you to hear all of this, then perhaps you’ll understand a bit more about us, about you and me.”
She started again, her eyes far away as she looked at something I couldn’t see.
“When I found out what he’d done, of course I was furious; he’d told me that weekend he had to go away for work reasons, and he’d see me when he got back. It was only when one of my so-called friends let slip what he was actually doing that weekend that it really hit the fan. When he turned up on Sunday evening all safe and secure in the knowledge that I was none the wiser he was completely unprepared for the broadside he got. I think I called him a “gutless, pencil-dicked pansy” in a crowded pub, poured my drink over his head, and kneed him in the balls to drive home just how pissed-off I really was. When I found out the actual reason why he did that to me, I was going to hunt him down and slow-roast his cock with a Zippo, believe me! He can thank Yaz for the continued existence of his prick, because if she hadn’t stopped me, I was going to find him, yank it off, and barbecue it in front of him!”
She paused to gather her thoughts.
“That little worm was afraid his family would find out I wasn’t white, that their precious little Anglo-Saxon paladin been getting jiggy with a jungle-bunny, knocking-off some girl with a touch of the Tar-Brush. His family didn’t care to sully their WASP heritage with darkies like l’il ole me, he’d just been too gutless to tell me, but he was quite happy to drag me off on weekenders in isolated hotels around the South Coast so we could bang each other senseless! That’s what hurt the most, that he used me like that; I was white enough to fuck, but not white enough to meet his precious family.”
She suddenly grinned.
“I found out later his father was a solid member of that band of primitives, the British National Party; if he’d found out his son was dipping his dick in a darkie he’d probably have crucified him out on the lawn on a burning cross, or burned him alive in one of those Wicker-Man things! Anyway, after him, there were no more boyfriends; I just didn’t trust any Englishman not to do that to me all over again. When I first met Ricky and saw how he bonded with Yaz, I kind of revised my opinions a little. Ricky was so different from what I’d always known; he had absolutely no hang-ups about skin-colour or whites versus coloured or any of that nonsense. I don’t think it ever even occurred to him that he was any different from her, and he was just so good for her, so I was happy for her, because now she had a protector as well as a new best-friend.”
I was at a loss to understand how her ethnicity could have been a problem; however you looked at her, she was stunning, flame-haired and creamy-skinned, with the perfect features of a carved idol in some eastern temple, beautiful and alluring; any real man would give his eye-teeth and his right arm to the elbow for a chance to win her. Her ex-boyfriend’s attitude defeated me; prejudice was something I understood, but had never really encountered, and certainly not prejudice of the sort she’d just described. I could see it had hurt her deeply.
“Shari, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rake that up, I promise you, I’ll never do anything like that to you, I swear on my life!”
Shari smiled at me, and curled her hand around my chin.
“I know you won’t, Bobby, you don’t have that kind of evil in you, I saw that from the start; you were angry, understandably, but you weren’t a bigoted idiot. You were just like Ricky in that respect, and you were honest, which is why I found you so attractive; the fact you’re gorgeous might have had a little to do with it as well! You’re honest, and now all that anger and loss is gone, you’re just a regular, decent bloke, and that’s why I’m yours, and you’re mine, Bobby Davies!”
All this soul-searching and confession was making me more than uncomfortable, plus her description of me seemed idealised and romanticised, to say the least, but at least now I knew what she really thought of me, and it was vastly comforting to know there was one person in the entire universe who I could 100% rely on to be there for me, and it was Shari. Holding her close to me as I did, her warm, lithe body pressed tightly to mine, the reaction of my body to her touch was both inevitable and hardly unexpected, something she was quick to notice.
“Well Hello, Bobby! Someone’s in the mood for more fun and games!” she smiled, running her hand down my body to take hold of me and squeeze suggestively, making me even harder. I pulled her on top of me, holding her by her perfect bum-cheeks while she showered my face and neck with kisses, squirming delightfully against me, rolling my trapped cock between our bellies as she kissed me everywhere except on my lips. Shari’s favourite way to make love is with her on top, so I tried to manoeuvre her into position, but she had other ideas, instead sliding off me to lie on her back on the couch.
“Make love to me, Bobby!” she whispered, a request I was only too happy to comply with. I kissed and licked her neat little breasts, entranced, as always, by her long, stiff nipples, always the perfect treat for me to suck on, and suck I did, my tongue lapping as my lips caressed those tempting peaks of flesh, making her flush as she sighed and murmured underneath me. She took hold of me, her hands gentle but firm on my now throbbing cock as she fisted me, making me even hotter for her.