Strolling in as smooth as sin, I looked around the room before heading to the bar. The room was full enough that no one noticed me noticing them, though few seemed worth noticing. I ordered a scotch and dizzy with success handed over a larger bill than I’d ever been used to giving barkeeps. “Take it from that, and I might be back.” He smiled and poured from the better shelf.

I moseyed over to a table in a far corner of the other room and relaxed in the low light; as my eyes got used to the gloom, I looked around and saw an elegant black woman watching me with a quizzically raised eyebrow when she caught my eye. I raised my glass and smiled, and she raised hers and stared into my eyes for several appraising seconds that set my mind aglow, then turned to her friend and said something that turned her attention to me; they looked at me steadily for a few seconds as I looked back, suddenly eager to make their acquaintance.

The friend then turned back around and discussed something with her for a minute; then seeming to make a decision, she rose and walked off, purse in hand. I stood as the interested one strolled over without attracting any attention from the room. Before she arrived, I had memorized the sway of her hips under her skirt, but once she spoke all I saw were her eyes and full lips.

“Hello, Eyeful,” I said.

“A charmer! Hello.”

“I appreciate a new face.”

“I appreciate a new place.” Her voice was low and clarion clear, wrapping me in thick honey as her eyes pierced mine fearlessly. “The scenery in this one is intriguing.”

I stared back deep into her eyes. “Intoxicating.”

She smiled slightly. “But is it worth getting to know better?”

“It’s highly rewarding.”

“It has that promise, yes.”

She raised her glass to her lips and I mirrored her, staring into her eyes as she sipped lightly and licked the rim of the glass. My sip was only slightly larger than hers, and I savored the taste as she took her time swallowing hers. I watched the warm brown of her face amid soft black curls and glanced down the straight lines of her body, thin and probably well-toned, and wondered if her breasts were as firm and full as they seemed. I looked back in her eyes as she asked, “Are you here to prowl?”

“To celebrate,” I replied.

“May I help?”

“That would itself be something to celebrate.”

She smiled warmly and glanced up and down me. “And what are you celebrating?”

“Work success.”

“Work hard, play hard?”

“Very hard.”

I was afraid that might have been a touch too forward, but without even blinking she nodded, “And can you play long?”

“As long as it takes.”

“All night?”

“With pleasure and gratitude.”

“And do you play by the rules?”

“Which rules?”

“Partnership and fair play.”

“Without fail.”

“Straight shooter.”

“Right up the middle, all six shots.”

“Only six?”

“I reload quickly.”

“Cowboy up.”

“Yippee ki-yay.”

“You ride cremellos and perlinos, I bet.”

I shrugged, “And dun and buckskin on occasion.”

“No bay? No chestnut?”

“I’ve yet to have the pleasure.”

“They’re temperamental rides, you know. Prefer a long trot before a gallop, but once they’re warmed up, they’ll race all night.”

“A beautiful sight once started.”

“And a joy to ride.”

“With the right rider…”

“An ideal partnership.”

We sipped once more, not breaking eye contact. My mind was aflame with desire and a fear of breaking our spell.

“Do you ride often?” she asked.

“Rarely.”

“You must be eager to get back to it.”

“Bubbling over with anticipation.”

She smiled as she took a large sip, and after swallowing asked, “Familiar much with this neighborhood?”

“Enough to steer by night.”

“There was a park I thought I saw…”

“A small one.”

“Clean?”

“And safe.”

“Dark?”

“In spots.”

“Like, say, the stand of trees on the far side?”

“Dappled by a light at the corner, pretty light in the middle, but otherwise dark.”

“I think I shall have to see it.”

“May I accompany you?”

“It’s ever so much better to see it alone. Sink into the dark.”

“Yes.”

“You may join me though.”

“After you’ve sunk into the dark?”

“Then you may sink into the dark as well.”

We sipped the last sips from our drinks and she smiled, “Fifteen minutes. Then join me.”

She turned suddenly and slipped away, again drawing no attention to herself, and I caught a brief glimpse of her as she slipped from the bathroom past the bar, giving a quick wave to the barkeep’s nod, and out the door.

I looked around the room, no one paying me any mind, watching pairs pairing and then changing partners for ten minutes, and slipped slowly past to the bar. The barkeep smiled at me and said, “Another?”

“No, a water and keep the change.”

He saluted and smiled, “I’ll stand you a drink the next time you come in then.” He handed me the water; I thanked him and drank it down before leaving. I strolled quietly in the dark warmth of the night as others walked past me and entered the park soon enough.

I was in a mixture of shock and pride. Never had a woman so beautiful taken an interest in me. Always it had been an epic struggle to surmount a woman’s never-ending objections, an evening or three evenings of testing the waters and convincing her to join me in them, leaving me each time with the realization that it was the struggle itself and the attention that the women all wanted, not me. More than that, while I had several times made plays at black women, they had always shot me down. What seemed to me a natural partnership seemed from their reactions to be most unnatural to them. Well, I said to myself with a quiet laugh, that’s in the past!

It was quiet and deserted, and I restrained myself from running as I came to the stand of trees she had indicated. I slipped out of the lit path and onto a small worn trail into the trees, and in a minute she chuckled and said, “On time.”

I saw her in the shadows and walked up to her: “Fancy meeting you here.”

“The fates are having fun tonight,” she smiled.

“And smiling.”

“Warmly.”

She stood where light falling through the leaves dappled her as I watched the two pinpricks of light reflected off her eyes. We stood a yard apart for a minute, and then she turned, looked quickly around, and moved to somewhere else, a more open space better lit by the lamp. I followed her, and when I had come into the light she nodded and leaned toward me.

“I do like a well-dressed man,” she sighed as she allowed me to take her into my arms, and whispered, “They’re such a joy to unwrap.” Her lips met mine more than halfway and caressed my tongue as it slowly entered her mouth. Her tongue soon danced around it, and I heard her breath quickening until my own quickening breath drowned it out of my ears.

Her soft breasts were cushioned against my chest as my hands held her hips. Her hands snaked down my back to cup my ass as her hip pushed against my throbbing erection, and a slight chuckle rushed into my mouth as she pressed herself hard against me. I reached down to cup her ass in return, and she circled her hips as she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth.

Her body was well-toned and her ass small and firm, filling my hands and as perfect to the feel as the sight of them had been. I ran my hands up to her ribs and felt the swells of her breasts at her side. She merely tilted her head the other way and thrust her tongue all the way into my mouth. As I pulled back to give my hands room to cup her full tits, she chuckled and kissed over to my ear and down my jaw. I undid her blouse and lifted her bra, then pulled back to watch the rich brown skin come into view, the nipples and aureoles no darker than the skin around them, though a bit redder, perhaps.

She held my head as I lowered my lips to her nipples, licking and sucking one and then the other, and felt her hand cup my cock. “Like a stallion,” she whispered, and expertly unzipped and undid me, sucking on my tongue as she ran her fingertips along my swollen shaft. With a sharp intake of breath, she whispered, “And thick even more than long. That’s what counts most, you know.”

She took obvious delight in exploring my shaft. Soon she intoned, “When you were a virgin, so long ago, before you sank this beauty into the bellies of all those lucky women, you played with yourself all the time, didn’t you?” I nodded and she continued, “Twice a day, no doubt. Anything less with a spear like this would be a crime against nature.”

“Three times, most days.”

“Good! And when you saw me tonight, you were reminded of all the beautiful bays and chestnuts you used to stroke off to, weren’t you?”

I nodded, my throat dry, “Constantly.”

She smiled, “I knew it, the way you looked at me. I could tell. The hunger in your eyes…With all those brown sugarplums dancing in your head, have you ever done more than drain yourself? I suspect not, not with any of us.” She pursed her lips and smiled, “Now let me see all the pleasure you took imagining yourself where you want to be now. Your fist plunging up and down…gripping you tightly at the end…So often I fantasized about that when I was first learning myself, caressing my little honeysuckle blossom as I imagined a beautiful young man watching me, and keeping time with me.”

Her index and middle fingertips were holding the bottom of the head tightly as the thumb circled the top, my precum lubing the circling motion, and she glanced up: “Did you do this the first time?”

“Yes,” I hissed past her nipple.

“And then…” She moved her hand so that my tip touched her palm; her fingers and thumb were like a cage, the tips part of the way down the shaft holding my skin. She flexed her fingers, sliding the skin up and down my shaft. “So soft, the skin, and so hard in the middle. Delicacy and strength alive in my hand.” I looked up to see her still staring at my cock in the light. “The first time I ever felt a cock, I did this. It was so new, and so fun. He didn’t last as long as you will though. He came in three minutes, spurting all over my palm, down my fingers, moaning like a sinner reaching heaven as he drained onto my hand.”

She then shifted her hand to hold my shaft firmly as I did when masturbating, and she said, “You want to do that, don’t you? Fuck my fist and shoot your hot white seed all over my body? Spray your glossy clear juice with thick white streaks all over my rich brown skin?” I moaned in anticipation and she chuckled, “Not yet. Not this time. Show me in the air.”

As I continued sucking on her breasts, my left hand slip down her side; I pulled up her hem and slid my fingers underneath it, and soon my fingers reached the join of her thighs, meeting nothing but swollen wet flesh. She whispered, “Yes, feel my velvety, fur-edged pocket. Show me you know what to do with it.” I caressed her lightly with my fingertips as her hips circled slowly, then more quickly, pushing against them to let me know when they were allowed to enter.

For a minute she stared into my eyes as my fingers danced outside her and then inside her, her hand stroking me firmly but slowly, and then she turned her head to stare down at my rod. Her hips seemed to thrust at the same rhythm as her hand stroked me, and as we rode each other more quickly, she said, “I need to see it burst. Drain all over the ground just for me. I know you’ve drained yourself countless times thinking of a woman like me, so let me see.” As her hips circled fast and hard around my fingers, she added, “It’s the hottest and wettest you’ve ever been inside, isn’t it?”

“God yes.”

“Finish with me.”

Suddenly her hips shifted gears to thrust fast and hard fore and aft against the palm of my hand. Her breath was as ragged as mine, and she whispered, “Come for me, baby.” I thrust hard and fast against her pistoning fist and soon groaned as the waves washing over me strengthened and quickened, her low keening intertwining with my voice as our lust escalated. She continued staring at my cock shining brightly within the brown blur of her fist, the dappled light around the beam speckling her hair and body and shifting in the wind much more slowly than our thrusts, and her climax came first.

Her tunnel squeezed hard around me as she rode my hand fast and hard, and inarticulate squeals stifled in her throat as her loins squeezed down tight. Her body seemed to have lost control, slamming down on my hand at the same time her hips circled and thrust irregularly. I stared down at her brown face, flushed and sweaty, her eyes closed and teeth clenched, the barely visible eyeliner and prominent lipstick shining in the dapples crossing her orgasming face. The muscles and tendons of her throat were tight, standing out against her skin, and her right arm tightened hard around my neck, her left and squeezing tightly on my cock as I barely held off.

Finally, she relaxed and looked up at me sweetly, then looked down. She said, “Now join me,” and I gave myself over to her expert hand. In less than a minute the first spurt was torn out of me; I shot hot and sticky two yards into the air and onto the ground, and groaned unseeing as she drained me of ten more spurts. Each time I spurted, she gasped as she counted, “Three; so much for me…four, so thick…five; beautiful…” When I finished, she fondled me as I softened and kissed me deeply. She pulled away to whisper, “My hero! That was the largest load I ever inspired! So much cum, so much passion, spraying in the air and all over the ground just for me.”

Suddenly she pulled away and with incredible speed pulled down her bra and buttoned the top of her blouse. “Thank you,” she said, “You are beautiful. It was good.” I blinked in surprise as she went to a nearby tree and retrieved her purse. She added, “I’ll think about it constantly, I’m sure, but now I must go home. It was a wonderful evening.”

I finally stammered out, “Will I see you again?”

She chucked, “Not if I see you first.”

“Did I…I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just my way. Toodles!” She waved her fingers at me over a stupid grin in a fashion that might have maddened many men and slipped swiftly into the darkness. I stared into the nothingness of the dark and my loss. Never had a woman been so eager for my company, as quick to the reply as I was, firing on all cylinders and fixated on me, as I had been on her, and as verbal in her desires and as pleased with my seed as I was. All gone! All gone, with no chance of retrieval. Now I stood there puzzling over what her name might be, and realized I didn’t even have that, only the memory of her beautiful body in my arms and our hands pleasuring each other all the way to heaven. I sighed and lifted my pants, wiping my dribbling cock on a handkerchief before buckling up. I muttered, “Well, best go home.”

With a crack of a twig and a rustle of fallen leaves, another figure appeared, equally feminine and equally obscured by the dark. She stepped up close to me, showing herself to be the other woman in the bar, and said quietly, “No need for that.” She stood before me in the dappling of light, her hands coyly behind her, looking straight into my eyes. “Amazing. I think that woman likes sex through the eyes better than in the belly.” After a second she added, “I’m not like that.”

I looked eagerly at her slightly plumper body and less fancy hairstyle, her eyes shining up at me over a slight smile, and she glanced down to my belt and then stared into my eyes as she said, “Though I could understand its attractions.” She smiled more broadly, “In your case.”

Again I faced the fear of saying too much or too little, missing the sweet spot leading to the sweetest spot of all, and wisely decided to follow her lead, letting her nudge me in the direction she wanted.

“The attractions were not all on her side, you know.”

“No,” she grinned, “I could tell. She didn’t leave you hanging, anyway.”

“Well, actually, she has.”

She glanced down and grinned again, “Yes, quite. Poor fellow, lovelorn and lost, looking for a warm haven.”

“Well, one takes what one can get.”

“I’m sure you could get better tonight. If you just look in the right place, you know.”

At that, I reached out and took her hand, and she smiled and said, “I think I know a place. Come with?”

“With alacrity.”

She smiled happily at that and led me to the path. Once out of the park she put her arm through mine and said, “It was an impressive spectacle though.” I eagerly followed her words as her breast tantalized my elbow. “That was perhaps the most copious discharge I have ever witnessed outside certain flicks, and there I think the scene was, shall we say, artificially augmented?”

I looked down at her face, a delighted teasing look on her lips to go with the amused lilt in her voice, and I replied as lightly, “And the most copious I have ever experienced.”

“Yes, if I saw a delicious white sausage on my plate spurting out like that, I’d complain to the manager, but back there, that was beautiful. You must have been inspired.”

“As never before.”

“Ah, I see. And was it the circumstances? Or perhaps the partner?”

“Both. The whole gestalt.”

She laughed happily, “And the current gestalt?”

“Equally effective. Indeed, more so.”

“To satisfy my interest in…developmental psychology,” and here she smiled ironically, “tell me, kind sir, about some of the previous experiences referenced earlier this evening.”

After a split second catching her point, I nodded, “Certainly.”

“Were certain surmises I heard accurate?”

“To a certain extent, yes.”

“I see. So, when in the past you, shall we say, delivered sausage yourself, you did need visual…aids to reach the desired location?”

“Of course. I’d say that’s universal with beginners.”

She laughed one sharp laugh and said, “Of the male variety, perhaps, which is perplexing in a way, given how loath you lot are to use maps otherwise.” We laughed and she continued, “And am I correct in surmising that you used, shall we say, the standard monthly issue?”

“Most certainly.”

“And so certain types and…certain shades are…fixed in your tastes?”

“Yes.”

“And was her surmise absolutely correct?”

 “As of tonight, yes.”

She smiled in satisfaction and said, “One tires of competing with blondes.”

“Too washed out.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “that’s one way of putting it. Hardly a majority opinion.”

“Democracy is overrated in some matters.”

She cackled quickly and said, “Tastes are such an individual matter.”

“And your tastes?”

She cocked her head at me and smiled, “Yes?”

“How do they run? In breakfast meat products?”

She laughed, “You’re so bourgeois and mainstream. They’re ideal for any meal. Especially a bedtime snack.”

“Granted.”

I looked down into her eyes and she smiled briefly before saying, “I have a healthy appetite. I need to be filled up thoroughly.”

“And do you have a taste for white sausage?”

“As of tonight, yes.”

We laughed and turned a corner. The lights were fewer and further between, the street more residential, our gait more relaxed, and she looked up and said, “Star light, star bright, best star I saw tonight…” Then she glanced at me mischievously and concluded, “Wish he may, wish he might, that he might flood my mouth tonight.”

I looked at her evil grin and said, “Delivery available upon request for no added fee.”

She laughed loudly and with perhaps a trace of embarrassment and replied, “I say, sir, it’s the delivery man who pays the fee for that service.”

“Lip service?”

She purred and smiled non-committally. As we came to a cross street, she asked with a sudden swallow, perhaps of nervousness, perhaps swallowing an accustomed restraint, “And so, do you have protection?”

“I wasn’t expecting anything when I went out…”

She nodded and said, “Well, come this way.” We went into the small store on the corner and she looked the woman behind the counter squarely in the eye and said with a touch of bravado, “Where are your rubbers? We’ll need extra-extra-large, probably a couple packs of ten.”

She grinned as the woman looked us both up and down and then just pointed down a side aisle. “Everything you need right there, dear heart.” We made a quick selection and as quickly checked out, and as we left the woman said with a smile, “I’d wish you a good night, but I don’t think you need my help.”

I grinned, “Not anymore.”

As we walked down the street, she said, “Good help is so hard to find these days.”

“Prompt service with a smile. She’s got a good future ahead of her.”

“Especially as a cute blonde.”

“She was pretty cute…for a blonde.”

“Oh, do I have a rival?”

“Oh, goodness no. Like I said, washed out. If I came all over her belly, you wouldn’t even be able to tell where the cum ended and the skin began.”

She laughed loudly and said,  “That’s Clarice’s way, not mine. Once you’re good, you’re in like Flynn. Inside your sweet Chantelle all the way and all the time.” She added, “I mean, unless you like that. That can be arranged. But it’s not necessary.”

“And does she do that often?”

“Like tonight? Hell if I know. We met at a meeting this week and when it was over, she said, ‘Let’s get a drink,’ and then, ‘Let’s go each find someone.’ We’d been talking, she likes doing that, so I guess she does it often enough. All fun, no commitment; she has someone steady back home, I think. Then when she caught you watching us, she told me to get lost, so I knew what she wanted. You were too good to pass up, so I just waited and watched, and after she got what she wanted…”

“Well, I got the better deal.”

“Damn straight,” she said with a relieved smile. After a second she added, “I did love watching you two. Especially at the end…”

“Copious discharge, I believe was the term used.”

“Can you manage that again?”

I thought for a second. “Cumulatively, yes, but not all at once.”

She purred, “’Cumulatively’? Good.”

“Baby, I will love you long time.”

“You’ll plow me deep while others sleep?”

“Damn straight.”

She chuckled, “You’re in luck then, since my furrow is the best any man has ever plowed.” She reached down and traced her fingertips across my bulge. “Mmm. My juices will fry that sausage like it’s never been done.”

And with that she turned me down a sidewalk to a small house, glimmering white in the moonlight; she unlocked the door and we left silly metaphors behind as we entered. It was a small, bare house, sparsely furnished and almost anonymous in the dark. Just inside the door she slipped her shoes off and then her socks with alternate feet and pushed them against another pair and nodded for me to do the same, and I followed her quickly to a bedroom on the right of a short hall; a door faced it and another stood at the end of the hall. She turned on the light and stood facing me. “Light stays on. I want to see you, and I know you want to see me.”

I finally had a thorough look at her standing next to the bed. She reached up and undid the ribbon holding her hair back and let it down, thick black waves flowing around her brown, high-cheeked face, her black eyes staring greedily as she glanced up and down me, her eyebrows raising as she saw the massive bulge in her honor. I gazed from her face down her thick neck to her red blouse tight over swollen breasts, then down to her dark gray skirt, along the curve of her hip and her plump thighs to the hem just above her knees, and back up to her eyes. She winked and returned her stare to my crotch as she reached down to the top button of her blouse and undid it. She glanced up at my avid stare and smiled.

“They say women are less visual than men. They lie.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty damn visual.”

“Like in high school? Draining yourself to pictures nightly?”

“And daily.”

She smiled. “And how much of the time were they like me?”

I paused and smiled, “Greater than the percentage of the population.”

She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and said, “A little greater or much greater? Were we the majority?”

“Somewhat greater, I suppose.”

She nodded as she undid her third button. Within the V of her collar, the top of her cleavage was barely visible, tantalizing me, and she said quietly, “But I’m the first of all those lovely ladies to show her flesh to you in the flesh, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” I hissed as the next button opened, and stared as she quickly opened the rest and slipped the blouse out of her skirt and let it fall half on the bed, the rest cascading to the floor. She stood proudly in a thick, strong black bra that squashed her breasts to create a deep cleavage. She laughed as my eyes followed her breasts as she swung them side to side, then said, “Let me make myself comfortable.” She reached behind her and undid her bra, and tantalized me as she slowly slid it off.

Her breasts were a flawless brown slightly lighter than her face, large and sagging, with large black aureoles and nipples, and she posed for me with her hands behind her head, chest pushed out, devouring the desire on my face as I stared at a sight more beautiful than the women on paper I had masturbated to a decade before, the attractions of her brown skin that had slumbered since the obsessive strokings to flat images had ended with high school graduation, and she twirled and twisted for my delectation, her breasts and back and sides and neck and face beautiful from every angle.

“And what would your younger self have thought of me?”

“He would have drained into his pants three times by now.”

“That would have been a waste, but I’d have been honored by his love for my breasts.”

“If you had let him, he’d have drained himself between them.”

“The next day I might have, but not the first night. Not tonight.” She stood still before me and reached down to her belt. She unbuckled it and reached to the side to unbutton and unzip her skirt, which even after undoing hung on her hips until she somehow slithered slightly and they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood in nothing but a lacy pair of panties that did little to obscure the thick black thicket I stared at in unthinking lust. She chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed to pull them off, then raised her left knee and tilted her hips so that only the top of the thick triangle peeked over her thigh.

“How many times did you finish to this pose?”

“A few.”

She swung her left knee to the side and leaned back onto her elbows so that between her thighs I could almost make out the gates to heaven. “And did any of your lovely dark ladies make you finish like this?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“Did they ever show you this?” She leaned back more and tilted her hips as she spread her thighs to let me see her lips shining wet, and I said “Never.”

She chuckled as I knelt before her and pushed her thighs apart, glorying in the sight of her pubis open to my eyes…and when I knelt further, fully open to my mouth and tongue. She breathed in sharply as I kissed her lower lips passionately and worked my tongue inside her as far as it would go. I focused on every tremor and sigh she made as I explored her with my tongue and lips, finding what pleased her best, and felt her silent moan as my fingertips caressed her lips.

I pulled back to watch in awe as my fingers opened her lips to my eyes, her swollen clitoris like the head of a wishbone formed by her dark purple inner lips that framed the pink my fingers slowly sank into, searching for and finally finding the end of her tunnel. I pulled back somewhat and caressed her rhythmically as her body rocked slightly above me. I looked up to see her watching me in awe.  I whispered, “It’s the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

She said with real surprise, “Really?”

I just smiled, “Lean back. I have some work to do here.”

She gave me a deep, honey-drenched chuckle, “Babe, I can tell that’s not work for you.” I winked and leaned in to lick her lips and clitoris. She put her hands tentatively on my head and asked, “May I?”

“As long and as hard as you want. Let me know what you like.”

She tangled her fingers in my hair as I dove deep, tasting her as her body gave itself over to our rhythm, and far too soon she boiled over and screamed as my lips enveloped her clitoris and my fingers fucked her mercilessly at what must have been the perfect rhythm because she had stopped shouting, “Faster, harder!” Her fingernails dug into my scalp as her thighs crushed my head, and she fucked my face raw for nearly a minute, her loud screams reaching my ears through the flesh of her thighs.

Finally, she pushed me away roughly and closed her thighs tightly around her sensitive pussy, and she quietly whispered, “Yes. Now undress for me.”

She summoned the energy to sit up and watched with undiminished eagerness as I stripped for her, at the end coming to her with my erection pulsing for her. She stood and pushed me to the bed and said, “You’ll spray in thirty seconds if I let you inside me, won’t you?” I nodded and she said, “We can’t have that.”

She knelt before me and stared into my awe-filled eyes as she lowered her mouth to my throbbing cock, but before her first touch she said, “You’ve always dreamed of this with your lovely ladies, haven’t you?”

“God yes.”

She smiled and took my head between her lips as she stroked the shaft. She got a good feel for me and her eyes danced as she said, “I wanted to do this while Clarice was jerking you, kneel before you and let two women pleasure you and swallow every drop of the seed she pumped out of you. You’d have been in heaven, wouldn’t you have?”

I nodded and said raggedly, “I prefer you.”

She nodded, “You’re wise enough not to say otherwise.”

We laughed and she returned to suckling me. Her eyes watched every quiver of me as she circled the head with her tongue, her dark-tinted lips tight around my shaft as her fingers worked the skin back and forth. I had always been filled with amazement the rare times a woman had done this for me before; for her the amazement was doubled, since I had never received such pleasure from a woman nearly as beautiful as her, and when she opened more widely and I felt the ridges of her palate gliding past the flange of my head as she took me into the back of her mouth, perhaps half my length inside her, it pushed me over the edge and I moaned, “I’m coming.”

She gripped my shaft firmly in her fist and stroked me expertly and with evident pleasure as my shaft swelled up and the first wave of pleasure in my loins overflowed and spurted into her mouth. She stared up into my eyes as pulse after pulse was followed by a gulp and the exquisite caress of her swallowing mouth. She rode my passion without difficulty and held my softening shaft in her mouth as I continued watching her, and after a minute she pulled away and said, “Eight. I wondered if I could take every drop you gave me.”

I pulled her up and kissed her lips passionately, tasting my bitter sperm in the back of her mouth as she smelled her fluids on my lips, and with our first kiss celebrated our pleasure in each other. She pushed me back and lay full on me, her soft plump body the sweetest in the world, the brown of her skin against the white of mine soon arousing us both to further pleasure. I sucked on her breasts as my cock rubbed inchoately against her inner thighs, her hips circling against my belly, and as she fumbled above my head I heard a wrapping open and she rose off me long enough to slip a condom on my resurgent cock. She immediately settled onto me, impelling herself onto me as I sank into her depths, taking me in to the hilt on her first plunge and immediately rising and sinking again in a vigorous rhythm, the squishes and odor of her fluids filling the room as she stared down at me bucking up into her.

“Remember, you have to last a long time.” I nodded and she smiled, “A lot longer than when I sucked you.”

We laughed and she added, “I’ve never had it that good before. Orally, I mean. I’ve never had a man who knew what he was doing. Never swallowed a man either. Have you?”

I looked at her quizzically and she laughed, “Been swallowed.”

“No.”

“Been sucked?”

“That was…the fifth time.”

“You poor man. You’ll double that this weekend.” She smiled, “If, that is, you last long enough now. My cunt is insatiable right now.”

She had settled into a solid rhythm fore and aft that ground her pubic mound against mine, her clitoris rubbing hard against me, my cock fully inside her and stretching her wide, the latex between us helping me hold off under the heat and tightness of her cunt. I watched her tits swaying and swinging above me and felt her hips and waist under my hands working in service to the lust in her loins, and looked up to see her watching my face as she bit her lips with the effort of building to her next climax.

“Such a beautiful man,” she said, “such a light shade of pink. You don’t look washed out at all. It might be that flush from the effort of not coming inside such a delicious cunt.” She quickened her pace and tilted her hips to seek an angle of attack more pleasing to the imperious cunt ruling both of us at that moment, and a minute after she found it, she went taut above me and only nodded once as I thrust hard up into her spasming belly.

She screamed again, long and loud, pure lust and orgasm joined in an animal cry, her cunt squeezed impossibly tight around me as she stared at the wall and I stared at her jaw and neck, the tendons like taut wires under her skin. Her belly spasmed thirty or forty times, each spasm tearing another bellow from her, and then she collapsed on me, my hard cock still buried deep inside her.

She whispered, “Have you ever made a woman come like that, just from your cock?”

“No.”

“You didn’t come?”

“Not yet.”

“Ride me from behind.”

“I never last that way.”

“Then make sure you last this time, dammit.”

I slid from under her and lifted her exhausted hips and pushed against her. “Is this your favorite position?”

“Most of the time.”

“Why?”

“The freedom to move. The angle.”

I thrust fast and hard inside her. “Like this?”

She groaned, “Oh, God, yes!” Then there were no more words, only groans and moans and screams, until five minutes later I rode her mercilessly as she bit the pillow and spasmed around me. I held her hips as I pierced into the heart of her over and over, and when the exquisite pleasure of her contractions threatened to push me over the edge, I bit my lips and refused to thrust any more.

When her body relaxed, I helped her roll over and lifted her knees to my armpits and looked down in awe and triumph at her exhausted body spread out before me, the delightful obscene view of her lips completely open to my eyes more erotic than any picture I had ever seen, and looked up past her breasts to her black eyes watching me with renewed desire and triumph of her own. “I can’t take much more,” she said, “so you can come this time. After I come.”

“Not with you?”

“No, I want to see you come without being distracted.”

I slid into her with that and she smiled. I lifted her hips so that I thrust straight forward into her, her weight resting on her shoulders, and stared down in fascination at my thick white shaft advancing and retreating between her thick purple lips. I had often found it fascinating to watch this in movies, but had never had the chance to watch myself entering a woman; now I stared without shame or embarrassment.

As she got closer, I pulled out and let her lie on the bed, then mounted her, eager only to watch her face as she came again. I rode her in a steady rhythm, her hips circling under my straight back and forth, and we watched each other watching each other’s face. She stared up at me reveling in her body, and I stared down at her as I reveled in her. Soon her rhythm quickened and her thrusts became more focused, and as she reached the short haul before orgasm, I struggled to match her thrusts without speeding up and spending too soon. I heard a low groan keening from her throat, and then she squealed as a sudden contraction gripped me tightly. She then began bellowing wordlessly as her body struggled like a swimmer making for shore against the current, and her head tilted back and her eyes closed as I watched every grimace and pulse of the muscles in her face and neck.

Finally, she went limp and watched in awe as I let myself go and plunged faster and harder than ever before into the slick cunt welcoming me inside her belly, trying to plant my seed further inside her than any man had. I looked down at the brown body enveloping me, the beautiful face glorying in my passion, and the desire I had felt in high school for women of her hue washed over me and drove me to a final plunge hard into her to launch my seed hot and hard inside her. I spurted again and again as I screamed, and finally I collapsed atop her until she rolled me off her, pulled the flooded condom off my now-limp cock, and curled up next to me.

We lay there exhausted for fifteen minutes, saying nothing but often looking happily at each other, kissing occasionally and smiling a lot. Finally, she shifted her weight to rise and said, “I’ll wash up real quick, then you, okay?” She left and was back five minutes later. I lifted myself in exhaustion and staggered to meet her at the door. We kissed and she made a face. “Not so sexy now.” She pointed to the room at the end of the hall. “Hurry! I’ll miss you!”

I took a quick shower and marveled at the variety of hair products and soaps on display, then dried off with one of numerous towels. The rest of her house might be barren, I thought, but she takes care of business in the hygiene department, a thought that for some reason made me smile.

I felt more alive as I walked down the hall, and turning left I reentered her room. I closed the door and turned around, only to stare.

“Hello, Eyeful,” Clarice said, sitting proudly nude on the bed.

After a few dumb seconds, I stupidly said, “You said I’d never see you again.”

She shrugged and smiled beguilingly, “So I lied. Will you forgive me if I swallow your cum?”

“Only if I’m eating you when you do it.”

She laughed happily, “Come here, my sweet perlino.” I lay beside her on the bed and immediately our limbs were intertangled as our tongues circled each other. I heard the closet door open and glanced up to see Chantrelle sit in the chair in the corner. Clarice said quietly, “We love to watch each other. That won’t be a problem?”

“Never!”

“Good! Now then, I believe you suggested something about a mutually acceptable trade?”

I lay on my back immediately, at which they laughed, and Clarice said, “We can explore each other at our leisure later…” and immediately crouched over my face. I pulled her hips down and explored her with my tongue and lips and fingers and eyes.

Her body was sleeker and more elegant than Chantelle’s, and sensitive to every touch I gave it. Her body danced above mine, almost a ballet with one motionless point, the juncture of her lips and my mouth; that she held firmly in place as if desperate not to miss a single lick or flick of my tongue. She soon started grinding her cunt into my face and quickly overflowed, her fluids covering my mouth and jaw as she screamed at a higher pitch than Chantelle.

She came harder than she had on my hand, nearly suffocating me as she ground her lips into my nose and her clit onto my vigorously working mouth. After half a minute of short sharp jabs of her hips against me, she relaxed and lifted, and a second later I felt my cock entering her mouth again. I relaxed as she nursed my head and fingered my shaft until after a minute she lowered her lips to my mouth and rubbed herself on my lips as if to say, “Hey, remember me?” I chuckled and returned to my sweet task, sucking away happily as she vocalized her satisfaction with my job.

I looked up at one point to see Chantelle staring wide-eyed at my mouth on her friend’s splayed-open cunt. I smiled and blew her a kiss, at which she winked and said, “Stop lollygagging and get back to work.” A few minutes later she had disappeared and an extra pair of lips were running down the bottom of my shaft and up to mid-shaft. I thrust up in a sudden accession of lust and felt Clarice riding my motions expertly, allowing only as much in her mouth as she wanted. I moaned, “Take it, babe,” and she stroked my shaft firmly as her tongue circled my head vigorously, and with a groan and a lunge, I sprayed the first shot into her greedy mouth.

She swallowed happily as four more spurts drained into her welcoming mouth. I  reached down and caressed her shoulders, and when I finished and she suckled leisurely at the last drops, I caressed her hair and face and lips. She lifted herself off me and turned to lie next to me and we kissed. “Am I forgiven?”

“For today and all time.”

She laughed and fondled my cock as I explored her body, caressed and hefting, teasing and grasping, and soon I was fully erect again. She smiled, “You enjoyed riding the bay. The chestnut is better.” I laughed as Chantelle looked puzzled, and as I knelt above her, Clarice and I together sheathed me in latex and she spread her thighs happily as I mounted her and slowly penetrated her. While the muscles of her belly were as well-toned as I had suspected, I soon discovered that the muscles inside her belly were even more expertly trained. Chantelle sat on the bed beside us and watched avidly; I soon felt Clarice’s left thigh bend up and felt a few of Chantelle’s breaths as she crouched to watch my cock plunge in and out of Clarice in close-up. She whispered, “So that’s how it looks, that beautiful cock, when it’s inside me.”

I looked over to see her hips beside us, and with a sudden urge, I reached up and caressed her cunt. Clarice watched with curiosity and then lust as my fingers fucked Chantelle as they had fucked her earlier, and when she seemed close to entering the final stretch, settling into a vigorous rhythm to fast to maintain long, I removed my hand, pulled her hand from my shoulder, and pulled it to Chantelle’s lips. She offered no resistance, and when she touched the swollen lips she eagerly caressed the folds. In less than a minute she had three fingers inside her and her thumb was positioned to rub Chantelle’s clit every time she thrust in response.

The sight pushed me over the edge; the feel of what she was doing pushed Clarice over the edge at the same time. We both screamed as we pounded hard against each other, and Chantelle sat up to watch our faces. I spurted hard again and again inside Clarice’s spasming belly, and as we finished we heard Chantelle moan, “Oh my God, Clarice,” as she clasped her hand over Clarice’s and held it in place as she rode it to a swift, short climax of her own.

When she released Clarice’s hand, Clarice said, “I told you that if we picked up a white guy, the chances were better than even we’d be doing this.”

Chantelle chuckled, “It was a risk I was willing to take.”

“I assumed from the look on your face it was an opportunity you were perfectly willing to seize.”

“‘Opportunity’? Is that what you call her now? I thought she was ‘Honeysuckle.’”

She had reached down to feel the join in our bodies, and when I pulled out to remove the filled condom her hand didn’t follow. I looked down to see her caressing lightly, exploring the post-orgasmic gaping of Honeysuckle, now her Opportunity, and with a brief chuckle at that thought, I sat back to watch. I could hear the squishing of Clarice’s fingers as they worked Chantelle slowly but vigorously, and it was with no surprise that I saw her reach up with her other hand to pull Chantelle to crouch above her.

I moved to watch. Clarice smiled when she saw me and returned to staring at the lips enveloping her fingers; then with a shrug, she winked at me and pulled down on Chantelle’s hips. Chantelle hesitated for a second, as if in apprehension of crossing a frontier, and then lowered herself to Clarice’s mouth. Clarice licked tentatively for a second, found it was good, and started licking vigorously around her embedded fingers. She pulled her fingers out and reached down to cup and squeeze Chantelle’s breasts, their darker flesh overflowing the eager hands kneading them. Chantelle rode her face fast and hard, staring into my eyes as I sat staring at them, my cock fully hard yet again. After four minutes she came hard, squealing as she ground herself into Clarice’s face.

Once she had caught her breath, she raised her hips and lowered her head to the honeysuckle underneath her and lapped slowly at the clitoris as she spread the lips with her fingers. Clarice pulled her hips down as she built speed, looking from time to time into my eyes as her tongue dipped between and around her lips. As they made love to each other, I began stroking myself, and soon Chantelle lifted herself off Clarice and lay on her side; Clarice rolled over to pursue the wet lips she was drinking from, and they continued sucking, each pursuing the other’s climax while building to her own.

I crouched above them, my rarest high school fantasy come true, staring at them oblivious for once of my presence, eyes closed as they sucked away, and as they approached climax simultaneously, I stroked harder and faster. Staring at their bodies pressed against each other, breasts squeezed out against belly, thighs crushing heads, and when orgasm swept over them, it dragged me along in their undertow, spurt after spurt torn from me and landing on their sides, my white streaks glossy against their dark, flawlessly rich brown skin.

I collapsed on my side as they finally rolled away from each other. They looked at each other silently, no shame or embarrassment, simply calculation and exhaustion, and then looked at me. Clarice finally said, “Was it what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

Chantelle asked, “A fantasy you’ve had all these years?”

“Yes.”

Clarice smiled, “I’ve felt Chantelle’s eyes on me every time we shared a man.”

“Mine? What about you, staring at the two of us like a teenage boy? I was never sure whether you were on fire for the latest him or for me.”

“Him, always him…until tonight.”

Chantelle looked into her eyes and said, “Yes. It was as if I saw us through—” She pointed at me. "--his eyes. I was on fire for you.”

Clarice nodded, “Yes.”

They lay down each on one side of me and took turns kissing me as I became hard again. She mounted my latex-sheathed member as Chantelle crouched above me, and I sucked her happily as they kissed. Chantelle worked her mouth down Clarice’s body until her mouth was on her pubis, and Clarice leaned back, putting her weight on my knees, as Chantelle licked her clitoris in time with my thrusts. Clarice came first, pushing me over the edge, and when my spasms had finished I sucked deeply on Chantelle until she joined us in total exhaustion.

I awoke late in the morning, or so it felt. I turned my exhausted head to the clock and saw it was only 9 or so. I got up and quietly made my way to the front of the house. I stopped and stood quietly in the hall as I heard Chantelle say after a slurp of what I assumed to be coffee, “It is odd. I was on fire for you last night too. Today, no. I loved it, of course.”

“Maybe it was just one of those things.” They laughed and Clarice continued, “I mean, I’m not entirely new to it. I’ve been in college, you know, but that was just drunken fumbling. Kissing a pretty girl and rubbing each other. Last night was different.” After a pause, she said, “If…you know, you want…sometime, to love me like last night, I won’t object.”

After a long pause, Chantelle answered, “No, I won’t object either.”

“I told you though. ‘If we pick that guy up, he’ll want us to perform for him.’”

They laughed and Chantelle said, “I guess I was curious, a little, okay, more than a little, but God, I needed him. I figured it was worth the price. And oh, was it ever. Even the price was heaven.” They laughed again and she said, “First guy I ever knew who eats pussy worth a damn. And then you. My little kitty is purring. This is the first time in, what? ten times the man turned out to be worth it!”

“Well, I’m sure with him around, we’ll get a lot more experience pleasing each other.”

“He was a good choice. By far our best choice. I was a little afraid a white man would…oh, I dunno, have sick ideas about us, treat us like dirt, but he wasn’t. Respectful, like we’re normal women. Well, we are, you know, but you know what I mean,” she said as Clarice laughed.

“No, there wasn’t a white man we saw before who was worth it. The pick-up lines I’ve heard from some of them would turn your stomach. I’m glad I was right that he seemed different.”

“I’m glad he likes us like normal women.”

They laughed and Clarice said, “But none of our other guys liked us like that either, you know. We were just two wet holes to pump and use. I was getting tired of that, even though it’s fun.”

“Yes, this guy actually seems worth returning to.”

“He is.”

Chantelle paused and said, “Admit it though, you were curious about it.”

After a pause, “And then some. You’ll find some of it in my collection.”

They chuckled. “You’ll have to share it with me.”

“You don’t have any like that?”

After a long pause, “No. I have a few bookmarks though. Sometimes when I'm in a really weird mood, super horny…there are a few with…well, a beautiful Asian woman eating out a beautiful black woman. And vice versa. A couple times a year maybe.”

“You show admirable restraint. I’d be all over myself twice a month for that.”

They giggled, “All this time…”

“I never wanted it in real life all this time.”

A sigh. “True. Things have changed now.”

“For the better?”

“Yes, I think so. I’m glad you’re not weird about it. I was afraid…”

“Me too.”

“I wonder when our catalyst will be waking up?”

I had retreated down the hall and closed the door loudly enough to be heard and strolled down the hallway.

“Well, hello!” they said brightly. I smiled and kissed each a passionate good morning, and Chantelle said, “Where will you take us for breakfast?”

“And what do you have planned to show us around your beautiful city? We’re in your most capable hands, dear sir.”

“But…isn’t this your house?”

They giggled, “God no. It’s a rental house. Our company rents it sometimes when employees have to come here for meetings. We have to go home tomorrow morning.”

“Where do you live?” They simply smiled. “Who do you work for?” They continued simply smiling. “Will I see you again?” They shrugged and smiled. “Ah well, then, let’s have a day of it.” They nodded and we had a leisurely day at restaurants, museums, and sights, returning to their house at dusk for another night of play. I undressed them slowly, savoring the beauty of their bodies, and met no resistance when I put Chantelle on her hands and knees and pulled Clarice to sit before her. I took Chantelle with a frenzy as she pulled Clarice’s hips to her and began sucking vigorously. Clarice watched my face and before her climax started said, “The way you watch me, it sets me on fire. A perfect partnership, the three of us.”

She came soon after, and I pulled Chantelle up and had them switch places. Chantelle chuckled, “Great idea!” The three of us climaxed simultaneously five minutes later and for the rest of the evening fell into every combination, finally passing out from exhaustion about one.

At eight they woke me up. We showered together and had a quick breakfast, then we dressed and I waited with them for their cab. Both were elegant and beautiful in the morning light, and Clarice asked, “Who was the better ride, the bay or the chestnut?”

“Equal.”

She nodded and Chantelle said, “What?”

“Bay horses are brown and have black points,” and here she stared at Chantelle’s chest. “Chestnuts don’t.”

“Oh. Don’t be crass.”

“Whatever you say, Sausage Girl.”

The cab arrived and they kissed me goodbye, and I wandered home sadly, my fine triumph at work seeming nothing now.

One day three months or so later, I was finishing a late dinner after three days of frustrating work and looked up to see someone familiar stroll past the window. She stopped and looked in, and after coolly surveying the scene and barely glancing at me strolled on. I quickly settled up, paying cash to avoid any delay from a finicky credit card reader. I walked out and looked in the direction she had gone. She stood at the corner; seeing me she turned and walked down the side street. I followed her to the bar where we had met and went in. As it was Wednesday, the crowd was small and occupied in a darts competition, so I ordered a scotch and wandered over to my by-now usual place.

Clarice smiled up as I said, “Hello, Eyeful!”

She smiled, “Hello, Mouthful.”

We chuckled and I sat across from her. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Indeed. I was in town, remembered your name, did a little sleuthing, and the rest is the beginning of a good story, I hope.”

“Shall I buy you a drink?”

“No, just saying hi. I need to go. I lost something in the park, and it’s getting dark. I’ll probably be on my hands and knees all night.” She rose and smiled over her shoulder, and a few minutes later I strolled out after her. She was waiting where we had met before, and as we fell into each other’s arms, she said, “I’m only here for business.”

“How long?”

“Indeterminate. They called it a lateral transfer or something. I call it a promotion…now.” As we kissed I heard a rustling in the trees and felt soft breasts and belly press against my back. Clarice chuckled, “Oh, yeah, Chantelle got transferred too.”

Chantelle chuckled as her arms circled my waist and she gave me a nibble on my shoulder blade in greeting, “Stroke of luck. That and the fact we’re both damn good.”

“We’re perfect together, really…but we’re better with you.”

“Yes. I miss, oh, you know, our sweet conversations like that day you showed us around, and your sweet smile, and your jokes, and your company, and the way you stare so lovingly at beautiful black women, and the way your cock stretches me out to the full while you take me from behind with my face in Clarice’s cunt.”

Clarice swatted her. “I’ve told you before about TMI.” She laughed, “It’s true though. We make a perfect trio in and out of bed.”

“So, if you’ll have us…”

“Forever,” I said.

Chantelle chuckled, “That sounds perfectly acceptable.”