“You let me know when you’re ready,” Sonya smiled. “I’ve got more than a few single friends who wouldn’t mind climbing Mount Tayvon.”“Please tell me you’re not talking about Patricia,” Paulette groaned to her wife, making Sonya bark out a laugh.“God, no,” she said. “That woman-”“Coach!”I was distracted from hearing what was wrong with the Patricia woman by the cheerful shout of the girls at the other table waving me over. A waitress was setting down a tray covered in shots - enough for at least a couple each. Excusing myself from my table of adults, I got some good-natured ribbing that I better represent the older generation well and hold my liquor.The girls made space for me and I ended up sitting between Emily and Charlize, whose parents had moved a couple of years ago but she’d stuck around Raleigh for college. Amelia was sitting across from me and she leaned over and put a shot in front of me, then lifted one for herself along with all the other girls.“To Tayvon,” Amelia dec
She pulled her lips from me, looking up at my face with a big grin as she jerked my cock, shifting to get both hands on it. I didn’t have a ‘big black cock’ like in porn - most of us didn’t, really. It was about average length, somewhere between five and six inches depending on how hard and turned on I was, but I did have one thing going for me. It was a fat, thick cock. Add to the fact that Amelia had dainty little hands, even for a white girl, and it took both her hands to fully encircle it - there was overlap, I wasn’t ungodly thick, but seeing those pale, porcelain-white fingers stretching around my black cock was ... God, it was an aesthetic.“I always wondered what it looked like,” Amelia smirked a little at me, the hardness of her demand falling away to be replaced by her usual playfulness. “This guy is gonna take some work.” She lowered her lips back to the head of my cock, kissing it messily while maintaining eye contact with me, her grey irises locked onto my expression. Aga
She didn’t stop. Her hands were on my cock, and then her mouth. Her head was a lump in the sheets as she started to moan and bob.“Ffffuuuck,” I hissed, quickly getting hard as I remembered everything from last night. The way her eyes looked as she blew me. The way she smiled and told me she loved me. Her demand to be allowed to do this for me.“Amelia, baby,” I groaned. I had a mild hangover rocking, making it harder for me to think. I lifted the covers and threw them back, revealing her. She was curled up on her side in an almost fetal position, leaning over my leg with one elbow planted between my legs to steady her as she worked both hands on my cock and smiled around the head of it. “Stop,” I groaned.She took her time in doing it. Amelia was almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties. I’d seen her in bikinis plenty of times, not to mention her crop tops and little shorts from the summer or her workout gear when she felt like showing off and getting dolled up for the gym. Her t
The whole of her was this skinny, delicate thing and yet somehow those pussy lips of hers were meaty and plump, with prominent inner lips in a neat lining that begged to be tongued and sucked on. Even her pubes, a soft blonde thatch of curls, were attractive and sexy and so different from any woman I’d been with. Just as she looked like she was ready to start lowering herself I sat up and caught her hips and little butt with my hands.“Taaayyy,” she groaned in frustration.“Condoms,” I said. If I wasn’t going to come up with any rational thought that my mind couldn’t corrupt to serve my cock, I could still think of ways to protect her.“I’m on the pill,” Amelia said. “Religiously. And I know you got a clean STD check after what we found out about Jane and my parents. I got one done too, just in case, and I’m clean. We both are. Now unless you’re going to shove me down on your thick black cock, let me go, Tay.”I let her go, having nothing else to argue with her over. She wiggled her h
That gave me the opening to bring my hands up from her thighs and hips to cup her breasts, teasing her long nipples by rolling them between my fingers and making her drop her jaw as she gasped. Jane’s nipples had been stubby little things, like round little black pebbles, but Amelia’s reminded me more of my ex from right before Jane, a Puerto Rican with big fat nips that she’d loved to have sucked on. I teased Amelia like I remembered teasing her, and Amelia started bouncing on me faster.Then she switched stances again, leaning back so far that she reached behind herself to brace on my knees, and she got off her knees and onto her feet, her legs spread wide. This gave me an amazing view of her cunt rising and falling, spread by my cock as she continued to ride me.“This is so fucking hot, Tay,” Amelia groaned. “God, it feels better than I imagined it would. You’re so fucking thick. Your black cock is stretching my cunt so wide and it feels amazing. Does it look hot, baby? Does my lit
Breakfast had been fast and utterly normal compared to our wake-up. We’d gotten to the kitchen around the same time, and I’d made the coffee while she made the toasties, and then she was headed out the door while I paced up to my home office. I only needed to be in my actual office on Mondays and Tuesdays after all the policy changes following the COVID lockdowns, which I’d gladly taken advantage of.Today I had almost wished I was in the office proper though, if only because it would have distracted me from my thoughts.“I’m back here,” I called.Amelia’s footsteps trailed through the house, heading into the kitchen and then back to my office. She came into the room with a glass of water, still wearing her backpack. Today she’d worn a loose pair of jeans that had more holes than denim - apparently, that was in style despite it being winter with snow on the ground - and a cute long-sleeve fleece sweater.“You didn’t say hello,” she said with a frown as she walked around my desk. There
"...You didn’t expect anything from me, didn’t want anything from me except to spend your time with me freely. Then we sat here for like an hour while we ate and you talked to me and tried to convince me that even though you were going to be going through a rough time, I didn’t need to be because my parents hadn’t betrayed me, and they were my parents and they loved me and all that stuff. And you know what I was thinking at that point? That I’d spent more time talking with you about the good things and the bad things in my life, and how to be a better person, and commiserating over the things that hurt me, than I had both of my parents put together. You were a better confidant, and mentor, and everything to me. And even though I was already disgusted with them, it was when you were trying to defend my relationship with them that I realized you were the family I would put above everything else.”I could feel myself tearing up. I’d known some of it, I’d known that Amelia had been close
I clapped my hand down in a spank on her ass, making her yelp and laugh.“Fuck me, Tay. Fuck the shit out of me right here at the goddamn dinner table,” she begged.I got my cock into position and, for the second time that day, started to enter her tight channel as her body worked and stretched to accommodate my girth.We didn’t need to fetch the lube this time.I was just pulling down the sheets on my bed when my bedroom door opened and Amelia walked in. After dinner, and cleaning up the mess from knocking things off the table from our fucking, we’d gotten back to our usual routine again. Amelia had studied for a bit while I caught up on ESPN, and then she’d come over and curled up next to me on the couch and we’d binged a couple more episodes of our most recent Netflix show before it was time for bed.Amelia smirked at me a little as she rounded my bed, and pulled back that side of the covers as well. “Thought I wouldn’t want to sleep with you again, Tay?” she asked. “Last night was
Between his looks and his heavy money, Riccardo Bainchi could have anybody on this planet. He had gone out with plenty of women who were half his age without wrinkles and stretch marks, those who could still give him kids.I had dedicated my life to him, had given up all hopes and dreams I had because the money was nice and he treated me better than some of the other jobs I had in my teens. I never got a college education so the opportunities had always been limited. I had nothing to offer him.Before I could voice any of those concerns, he was at my side. He took my chin in his hand, pulled me closer to him, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I stiffened in his hold for a brief moment, wondering if this was all some sort of… joke.But Riccardo didn’t make jokes, especially not with me.“Riccardo,” I whispered between kisses. “Wh-What are you doing?”He seized my waist and lifted me onto the table, almost immediately dropping to his knees between my thighs. I leaned my arms back on the
Riccardo Bianchi scrolledthrough his phone at the head of the dining table with an empty glass of whiskey in front of him. After wiping down the kitchen counter, I refilled the glass, my hand trembling from the nerves zipping through me right now.I had worked for the Bianchi Family for nearly thirty years and had never asked for a night off because I had never quite needed it before now. Riccardo gave me more than enough time during the week to spend my days doing whatever I wanted with his dirty money.But I wanted to go out Friday night with a man I had met at the grocery store. He had worked there for the past five years, but I had never gotten the courage to talk to him besides some desperate little smiles here and there.“What’s wrong?” Riccardo asked.“N-Nothing!” I said too quicklyHe grabbed my shaky hand, stopping me from pouring any more. “Ophelia.”Sucking in a breath, I placed the bottle of alcohol down on the counter and hurried toward the front of the table to distance
She turned off the buzzing toy and climbed up next to me. Her breath smelled like beer and my musk, but I didn't care. I kissed her, holding her face between my hands. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue between her teeth. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers while you kiss me," she said.I found her wet and open when my fingers reached her mons. I pressed her back against the pillows and kissed her with abandon. She began to move against my palm, making quiet mewing sounds as I rubbed up and down. Every kiss was open, every bite a tease. I ground myself against her side, while my fingers slid along and between her slit.She was holding back. I could tell she didn't want it to be over too soon. I began to kiss her neck and ears, enjoying her biting my shoulder as I worked her closer to the edge. She began to hold her breath, just like John had when he got close. I grabbed her hair and pulled to expose her neck as she had done to me."Oh, fuck yes," she whispered as I licked
I hadn't been entirely honest with Jules. She was the only woman I'd ever thought of sexually. There were a few times when my imaginary lover grew softer curves and longer hair. It was usually after I'd woken from a dream and I couldn't sleep again without finding release. In those drowsy moments, as my fingers rubbed, it was her breasts I touched, and her mouth I kissed. And when my release came, it was her name I whispered. I was ashamed I hadn't told her.Admitting it in my journal didn't change the way I felt about John. Being with him was satisfying in ways that being with Jules couldn't replace. I loved his rough skin when he didn't shave. I loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he entered me. I loved the way he called my name when he emptied himself into me. John and I had connected so powerfully that I now feared losing him as much as I did Jules. It was hard to believe I'd only known him two weeks.I'd fallen for someone wonderful, my best friend had become something mor
Jules spoke before I had a chance to say anything. "She's my wife. It doesn't matter how old she is."Now he looked even more skeptical. "Ya'll are married?" he asked, his tone implying he didn't believe her.I was confused and turned to ask her what she was doing, but Jules reached around my shoulders and pulled me close. She kissed me, moving her mouth against mine and knocking all other thoughts out of my head. I forgot everything as she took my breath away. She stopped after a few lovely moments and turned back to him. "See?"His eyes opened wide as he licked his lips. "Uh, fine. You're married," he said. Then he turned to go back to the bar, looking back over his shoulder at us twice as he went.I was hot suddenly and took off my coat. "That was unexpected.""You wanted a beer, didn't you?""Yes," I agreed, putting my coat down next to me on the seat. "That was ... wow."When he brought over the beers and sat them down in front of us, he asked, "Ya'll want me to run a tab?""Can
"Anyway, he started asking more and more questions. I could tell he was worried about me moving too fast. He tried to make you seem like some backwoods gold digger and I nearly popped him in the mouth for it," he said, sounding angry with his words clipped short."He just doesn't know me. Jules is worried you just want someone to hook up with that won't complicate your life on campus.""Fuck 'em both, then." he said with a grim laugh."I need to tell you something," I said, but he didn't seem to hear me."Look, you don't know everything that's happened over the last couple of years. Mike's been a good friend. He's helped me get through some serious shit. Even so, you don't have to worry about him changing my mind. I've never felt like this about anyone before. Let them worry. You still trust me, don't you?""Yes.""Then hang tough, only four more weeks and I'll be there. I may even bring the bastard along to put this shit to rest. Hey, maybe we could set him up with Jules?""We can tr
"You mean, John..." She trailed off for a second. "Wait, he took your virginity and all he gave you for Christmas was a fucking calendar?""That calendar was his promise to me. He's coming back in four weeks, with more trips to follow! If you hadn't flown off the fucking handle, I'd have told you--""Oh my God, you can't start dating your cousin! What would I tell Susan?""Why the hell not? It's not like we're actually related or did you forget that part?" When she didn't say anything right away, I took advantage and tried to catch my breath. Glancing back at Jules, I found her standing in the doorway of the closet with the strangest look on her face."You still could've told me, Kate," said Mom, sounding much calmer, but my frustration was beyond my control."Yes, I could have, but with the way you've reacted so far, I'm not sure it would have turned out any different.""Just come home. I've been worried sick about you. I haven't been able to sleep since you left."I laughed out loud
Niro's looked a little like a brown house from the outside, but the interior featured a green and white theme with garish accents in yellow and red. We lined up and ordered our dogs, taking seats in the crowded dining room. Mine was fully loaded with tomatoes, pickles, peppers, and onions, and I knew I'd pay for it later, but I hadn't been able to resist my favorite. Jules had hers with everything except the onions."You're going to regret that later," I said.She looked up at me, puzzled. "What?""Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my friend, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my face grow hot and had to look away for a moment. When her foot slid up my calf, I chuckled. "You'd better eat fast. I'm alre
The hunger I felt for her couldn't stop my mind from comparing our bodies. My own lips were smaller, and my sensitive nub didn't protrude like hers did. Her flavor was amazing, coppery and bright with an almost electric spark. I'd tasted my own arousal before, but this was like drinking lightning from the clouds. Her wetness spread along my lips and cheeks as she began to moan. When she reached her peak, she was completely still, but her thighs trembled against my face. After she'd cried out, her pulsing finish triggered another fit of giggles as she pushed my face away. I kissed her fingers when she put them under my chin to pull me up."Stop, too intense," she said. "Come here and kiss me. Was that enough to blot out the bad memory?"I was feeling greedy. "No, but it was a good start."When I snuggled down next to her again, we looked into each other's eyes. "It makes a difference when it's you," she murmured, seeming surprised, and it puzzled me."Did you imagine it wouldn't?""I'v