The Visitor PART I

Unexpected Company

Julianna Margulies is credited with saying, "The best thing a person can be is of some use." I'm not entirely sure if what I did qualifies. Allow me to tell you about it and you can decide for yourself.

Click to View Show Anyway

Our paths would cross several times over the next year. With some women this is a good thing. In Yvonne's case, it was a great thing. Yvonne and I had been neighbors for a short time while I lived in the city of Bedford. We clicked right from the start and found ourselves spending a lot of our free time together. I was a student working a gig in the limestone quarries south of town to save up for my next semester's classes that fall. I humped a backbreaking 12 hour shift four days a week. The one good thing about slinging rock besides the pay was how in shape it kept me. I was chiseled, cut like a Roman gladiator. Yvonne was a hairstylist, tinting silver-blue beehives on the rich spinsters in town. Her days were as long if not longer than my own. Whenever we could, we'd go to the movies, out to dinner and even took in a few concerts together in Indianapolis. They always ended with a moonlight hummer on the patio before going into hers or my place to finish what we started. Yea, gotta admit, Yvonne gave me some of the best blowjobs I've ever had. In return I'd eat her bushy box till my jaw ached. Most of the apartments in our subdivision had central air, and as luck would have it, most of them weren't worth a good fuck. All we really had back in those days were box fans to tame the mugginess of a steamy August night and would often work up a sticky sweat throwing it on each other. Ohhh, how her kitty would get lathered up and purr. Yvonne was a bit taller than average height for a woman, standing about 5'6". She was a big-boned, country girl with a wide bottom, but still very well proportioned, attractive and every bit the lady. She loved floral scented perfume and sprayed it on heavy in her pubic area. Her hair was auburn and turned reddish-brown in the sunlight. She was a very cheerful woman, always smiling and loved to have a good time. More than anything else, Yvonne loved to suck dick and get fucked...in that order. So it was no big surprise that even when I moved away that fall for school we stayed in touch. I found an inexpensive, bungalow out in the sticks. Far out enough that most of my other friends would call before making the long drive through the woods, but not Yvonne. She'd drop in unannounced whenever she felt the urge to get laid. And boy, did she have some urges. We had sex in almost every room in my new place, but the kitchen was by far her favorite place to get fucked. We'd had sex on the kitchen counter tops, table and a few times with her big ass just hanging off the sinks edge. Oh how we churned the cream in her bowl into a smooth, rich butter. Maybe it reminded her of home, IDK. Anyway, I was very open to her regular booty call and never turned her unexpected, company away.

Click to View Show Anyway

I'd gotten to know her pretty well over the prior spring and summer when we lived next to each other. She told me that she was originally from a little hole in the wall town in the South. She'd moved in with her grandmother in Bedford when she graduated high school to get away from "Hicksville", as she called it and had been on her own the last few years. Just in case you know the "Vill" she was from I'll spare you the embarrassment by keeping it to myself. It was the kind of place where as she put it, "Everyone knows everyone's business and you don't mix the races." I laughed at that notion the first time she brought it up. After all, I always thought that there was only one race...the human race. Anyway, Yvonne got really turned on by sucking on my big black cock. She'd hit the roof and have multiple orgasms every time we had sex. She admitted one night while being a little hammered that it was the thrill of going against the general rules of her Podunk town. More to the point, her parents' rules. Yvonne would often impersonate her father and laugh. Using a gritty southern drawl she'd say things like, "Now if ya goes out, best watch out fer them dark peckers or they'll have ya smokin' coal before ya know's it.", or something equally as rude and insensitive as, "Now you 'member, don't let'M see yer undies or they'll tear'M right off yer keister." Then she'd laugh till she cried. I'd come to understand that this bit of politically incorrect humor was her way of discarding her misguided taboo fetters. She was rebelling, preparing herself to openly break her deluded and outdated principles. To embrace her own longings and give in to her lust fueled jungle fever.

Click to View Show Anyway

Sometimes when Yvonne showed up at my place, she'd be ready to have sex walking through the door. Her pants would be undone with the zipper half down and the elastic band of her panties riding beneath the ponch of her belly. She'd wear low cut tops without a bra so her cleavage spilled out the top. All I had to do was remove her shirt and suck on the girls for a bit. She'd kick off her flip-flops, then the pants and panties would follow quicker than a hummingbird's heartbeat. I never misunderstood her intentions, she wasn't a tease or blue-baller. No, no, no. Not Yvonne. She wanted to fuck, plain and simple. It was a little strange that Yvonne's ultimate pleasure was being pursued aggressively and dominated. A girl has to have her principles, right? It was all role-playing, but it turned her on something wicked and got me sprung every time. It always started with something inconspicuous like her going to my bathroom where she would remove her bra and undies if she bothered to wear them...as if I wouldn't notice. She'd parade around shaking her ass in a pair of Daisy Dukes. I loved the way her big, round butt cheeks jiggled and swished side to side in them. Or she'd wear the lowest cut mini skirt she could find. She'd lean forward to remove a CD from the lowest disk slots of my entertainment center and stare at it intently with her bubble jutting outwards in the space in front of me so I could peak at her thatch covered pussy. I always helped myself to a handful of her beefy bottom or ran my fingers up the crack of her ass. I'd linger at her swollen vulva, parting her outer labia and feeling the slippery warm syrup dripping from her peach. She would act as if she were flabbergasted and gasp. "Oh my goodness! I can't believe you just did that!", she'd proclaim with big blue surprised eyes staring wildly, but the randy smile on her face said that my crass behavior was very much accepted. Then she would sit on my couch, cross and uncross her long legs making sure to flash the folds of her pussy. Still she'd act aloof to my advancements. I liked this about her little performance the most. The nipples on Yvonne's huge 36DD breast would press through her top like kidney beans and she would ask if we could just watch a movie or something equally as boring. We both knew what she really meant...what she really wanted. Unapologetically, I would answer, "Sure, Yvonne...but wouldn't you rather suck on this?" I would talk vulgarly to her and scoop my nuts in front of her. She would stand up as if insulted, fold her arms across her bosom and scowl. Daggers would shoot from her eyes but she'd lick her lips and eyeball my growing package down below. This was my cue to let the rogue in me out to play. I'd step right into her personal space, place my hands on her hips and draw her close. Close enough to grind my bulging erection into her loins. Sometimes she'd resist with a statement like, "Why, the nerve. Why I...I never." And I'd cut to the chase with, "Well you fuckin' should." She'd cup my sack, bite her bottom lip and offer her affirmation and approval with a blushing, naughty smile and say something like, "But, what would Paw say?" I would place a palm on a slender shoulder easing her back to her seat and unzip my fly. With my cock in hand, I'd urge her to do what she came to do, "C'mon, Yvonne. You know you wanna suck it. We'll keep this just between us. Now be a good girl and open wide." This was Yvonne's cue to wrap her plump pink lips around my bullhead. I'd clutch a handful of her soft hair and fuck her pretty face. Any and all of these scenarios inevitably ended with her getting fucked until she creamed, screamed and left a nice wet spot on my sheets to remind me she had been there. As for me, Yvonne would drain my balls of all the hot, sticky cum I could muster before she left the following morning.

Click to View Show Anyway

So, you see, Yvonne and I had a very nice arrangement. I would be gone from early morning to late evening, but at least twice a week I could count on her to show up for some sexual relief. This went on for several months until one day when Yvonne showed up with company. I knew something was up by her antsy behavior. Normally, she'd let herself in with the spare key I left under the porch mat just in case I wasn't there. I didn't mind, Yvonne was honest. On days when I was running late, if she got to my place before me, I'd always find her in my shower toying with her clit or already in the bed waiting for me to jump her bones. On this particular late fall afternoon she opened the front door but remained on the porch calling my name from the entranceway. She stood there shouting, "Den, are you in there!?! I need to talk to you. Hey man, you home!?!" I was in the kitchen when I heard my name being called. I didn't understand. She had to have seen my truck parked in the driveway and knew I was definitely there. Where else would I be? As I approached, from the kitchen I could see her clearly and shouted back, "Hey sweet cheeks! What are you waiting for? C'mon in.", but she remained on the porch propping the screen door open with her hip. I got a little suspicious when I saw her look over her shoulder at something in the yard. When I got close enough to open the door wider and invite her in, I looked past her shoulder in the same direction she was gazing. "What's up, Yvonne?", I thought she looked nervous. "Is there something wrong?", I questioned. She looked at her Ford Explorer and spoke timidly, "No, I'm ok. I...well...I...you see there's...oh fuck." She was rambling. "What's up, Yvonne? Spit it out.", I said adamantly. She looked towards her SUV again but kept silent. I followed her eyes to her vehicle. I couldn't make out the face through the tinted windows, but there was definitely someone on the passenger side. Puzzled, I looked at her waiting for an explanation. "Well, Den...I brought a girlfriend with me. I hope you don't mind." "No, it's cool...invite her in.", I offered, nudging the outer door open as my hand drifted on autopilot to her rear end. Dressed like she was, I was under the impression that she wanted to have a bit of fun. She had on a thin pink t-shirt that let her breast breath freely. As usual her thimble sized nipples stuck out unobstructed. Her white mini skirt barely covered the beefy clefts of her behind. She had on her favorite pair of open toed, hoochy momma wedges. The twisted rope cloth on them was tattered and torn but they were still her favorites to kick off her pretty little feet. The only question was where did her girlfriend fit into the plan. C'mon, I know where I was hoping she'd fit in, but I was getting a strange vibe about the whole situation. Something just didn't add up.

"Well, Den... I have kinda a favor to ask you. I think you'll like it, but I'm not sure just how to say it." I thought to myself, {Yeah boy!! Here we go!!} "OK, Yvonne, no more hem-hawin', just spit it out.", I demanded. "What's really on your mind?" With that she finally explained, "Well, my friend in the car...well she want's...no, needs to get laid really-really bad. She horny as fuck!! Just you wait-n see." I snapped my neck towards the vehicle and looked as I spoke, "I see...so you brought her me...well in that case, you should definitely invite in, but I gotta ask...why me? Why doesn't she just go pick up someone in a bar or something? I'm sure there's at least a dozen swinging dicks that will be glad to lay some pipe on her. Is there something wrong with her?" "She can't.", replied Yvonne, "She's from a very influential family. Politics, real estate, you know, hands in a lot of cookie-jars. Her family's been in the news a lot lately. She's afraid she'll be recognized if she goes prowlin' around the clubs...even out of towners will probably recognize her." "So how did you meet her in the first place?", I asked, growing curious about her identity still having no idea who she was. "We met at the shopping mall. I was trying on a pair of jeans, and my purse fell off the seat. Everything in my bag poured out onto the floor and out of the stall. I had a few rubbers in my bag. They landed just out of my reach. I was so embarrassed, I yelled, 'Fuck me.' The next thing I know, a hand was giving them back to me from below the swinging door. Someone asked, 'Lose something, honey?' I peeked over the stall door and there she was. She said they was the good ones...that she would know, cause she carries a few of her own around with her." I thought to myself, {Makes sense, how many women do you know that don't?} I glanced over Yvonne's shoulder at her vehicle once again. I couldn't see the passenger side, but I could hear the power window rolling up. "I see, and she just happened to ask you to hook her up, I suppose?" "Well, no, not right away...but it didn't take long. We got to chattin' and traded numbers. I ended up doing her hair a few times after that. You know me." {and I did. Funny, we never used rubbers. Guess I'm not the only one she's knocking boots with.}, I thought. She continued, "and we got to talkin' about sex." Yvonne let one of those girly-girl giggles slip out then added, "Why do you think all them old ladies keep comin' to me to get theirs done? They love it when I talk dirty to them. You know how I get sometimes." "That I do. So how old is this one?" "She's not nearly as old as you're thinking...C'mon man, it'll be fun...she just wants some dick." I laughed out loud at this ballsy nonchalant declaration. "I'll go get her for you?", offered Yvonne. "No, you wait here. I should do this myself.", I said as I started to walk across my lawn. The wheels spun in my head, {Rich people always find a way to sneak around. I'm surprised she doesn't have a secret apartment or something...oh well.}, and let it go at that. I was halfway there when I heard the car door slam shut and Yvonne's friend stepped from the passenger side with a small satchel slung over her shoulder.

I didn't recognize her face, but I thought she looked kind of familiar. As we neared each other I was able to get a really good look at her and I liked what I saw. Yvonne was right. She wasn't nearly as old as I'd expected and very easy on the eyes. She was probably in her mid to late 30's. She did have a few smokers wrinkles at the sides of her mouth and the crows feet had settled in at the corners of her eyes. Other than these two dismissible traits, she was indeed fuckin' hot. She was wearing skin tight designer jeans with a green tank-top and a light beige sweater. Standing face to face, I glanced down ogling her 5'8", slim hipped build. The fresh pedicure of her pretty hot pink toes shown through her suede open toed stilettos. I extended my hand to greet her, "Hi I'm Den...so you're Yvonne's friend." She took mine into her own but stood at a distance. Her skin was soft, yet she had a firm grip. She looked me right in the eyes. No fear, no regret, just curiosity. I liked that about her right from the start. She smelled like cocoa butter, I also found this very attractive. "Yes, yes I am. My name's Diana. Nice to meet you too, Den." She pumped my hand a few times, stating, "Yvonne speaks highly of you. Said you know how to keep a secret.", she said confidently with an air of scrutiny about her. "I know this is awkward, so if you're not interested...I'm sorry. I can just leave." Before she could say anything else, I drew her close and took her into my arms. She locked her gaze intently upon me as I stared into her bold sky blue eyes. I could smell the faint acrid, alcohol hairspray she used at this distance. She'd doused her short blonde bob with it and tried to mask it with a strawberry mousse. I gave her an A for effort. Smiling warmly, I placed my hands on her hips and spoke. "Nonsense, I'm glad you're here. You're absolutely beautiful and I am very much interested...in you.", I said in truth, continuing to study her orbs. I paused deliberately to wolfishly look at the starburst in her pupils...as if I was looking inside her head...undressing her in my mind...and I was. My sight lowered to her neck. Following a path to her chest where I leered at her 36C breasts. The tip of my tongue split my lips thinking about sucking on her tits. Even with her sweater buttoned to her bust, her nipples stood out like a pair of ripe Spanish olives from beneath. She might as well have not worn a t-shirt at all. She looked down at the ground, sheepishly and started to blush. I chuckled inside to myself, {This one's got deep pockets. She's used to giving orders and having things her way...but look how she crumbles when she can't buy someone...or tame a primal mother fucker like myself. Yea, this is gonna be fun.} I lifted her chin and offered a small token of respect and encouragement. "You know, Diana. This goes both ways. If you change your mind that is...but I really hope you don't.", I said moving slightly out her personal space but letting my hands linger at her waistband. She looked to my side where Yvonne was standing at my doorway and started to say,  "Yvonne also told me that you ha...", but was cut off by Yvonne. I heard her call from behind me, "Everything ok?" The answer to her question was written in a whimsical, randy smile of exhilaration blooming on Diana's face. She didn't finish her sentence. I'd find out soon enough what was on her mind. l shouted back to Yvonne, "Yes...everything is just fine." I took Diana by her right hand and kissed the knuckle of her ring finger. She swooned at my chivalrous gesture regardless of how misplaced it may have been. I mean, C'mon. She came to get fucked not serenaded. "Come with me. There's something I want to show you.", I said, placing my hand on the small of her back and led her inside my digs.

We walked past Yvonne who was now beaming with excitement. I guess she couldn't resist the urge and playfully smacked Diana on her rear-end. The pair both giggled like sorority sisters having a pillow fight. Admittedly, there was a moment of awkward silence as the three of us stood there in my living room. I guess we were all waiting to see how our ménage à trois would begin. Anyone of us could have initiated our little fuck-fest, but I chose to take the lead and get things started by being a hospitable host. You know, help everyone to feel at home and go from there. And what better way to relax than with a drink to bring on the warm-n-fuzzies. So, I suggested, "It's still a lil' early, but would either of you like something to drink? I have wine and beer, maybe you'd like something with a little more kick to it." They spoke almost in unison, "Yes" "Yes." "I'll have wine" "I'll have a glass of wine too." "Perfect.", I said and was off to the kitchen to gather our drinks. Yvonne chimed in, "Let me help you, Den.", and followed closely behind. I made quick work of popping a cork, getting a few glasses and a cold beer for myself. I poured Yvonne half a glass of wine and as I was offering it she said, "Den, I need to tell you something about Diana." I remained quiet and filled another glass. "Den, 'member what I told you about my family and having sex with...well you know...you." She didn't want to say it. It was like a lump in her throat, but I fully understood. "I believe Black men is the word you're looking for.", I said, letting her off the hook. Yvonne replied, "Yes, that's what I mean." She paused, hesitant to share her secret. Finally, she spilled the beans, "Well, Diana ain't never been with a Black guy before and she's a lil' nervous." I thought, {Well there's a first time for everything and everyone.} "Why's she nervous, Yvonne? I won't bite her...well maybe a little, but I think she's gonna love it.", I chided, trying to make light of the circumstances. I was in the middle of taking a healthy swig of my beer when Yvonne grinned and added, "Well, it might be my fault. I told her you had the biggest cock I'd ever seen...so just go easy on her. I don't think she can take a pounding like you do me sometimes." I almost choked on the suds, I laughed so hard at the thought, {Nine inches ain't all that uncommon, but that's some funny shit to ask...take it easy on her.} She'd come to my place fully aware of the dick waiting for her. Oh, yea!! I planned to fuck the brakes off her pretty, pristine ass.

Click to View Show Anyway

We returned to the living room to find Diana had made herself quite comfortable. She had removed the sweater to reveal a thin green top underneath it. She was lying on my couch looking sexy AF. She sat up when I handed a glass of Oliver Winery red berry wine to her. She swallowed a large mouthful from her glass, audibly gulping it down. It reminded me of someone treating it like liquid courage before an unnerving task. Yvonne and I flanked her on either side. I lightly placed my right hand on her left thigh and gave her a doting caress from her knee to her pants pocket. "How's your drink, Diana? Mine's a little flat. Would you mind if I drank from your cup?", I asked, giving her thigh a light squeeze as I intentionally drew it towards me. Her lips pursed tightly together. A bit of red tint from the wine glowed in them. She looked at Yvonne and I'm pretty sure by the way she rolled her eyes that she was thinking, {Oaf, doesn't he know the difference between a glass and a cup?} I did, and persisted, "Just a taste, honey." "Sure, here have some.", she offered, tipping her glass in my direction. She giggled, probably thinking I was uncouth and just another swinging dick simpleton. I smiled rakishly, pulling her meaty thigh a little more towards me. She resisted slightly, not allowing her legs to part. I let my eyes glide leisurely down the front of Diana's blouse and come to rest between her legs before answering. "Thank you, but that's not the cup I want to drink from." A stillness fell over her then the lights came on. Her eyes lit up, fluttered and opened wide. She was surprised, managing a meager chirp, "Ohh, I...well I." I moved from her side to the floor and knelt between her legs placing my hands atop her knees. She was flustered and couldn't articulate her thoughts. Instead she took another long drink from her wine glass. I had her right where I wanted, unsure and unaware of what would happen next. All she really knew for certain was that this swinging dick wanted to eat her pussy and a reliable source had warned her about a monstrous spitting Alabama blacksnake. Yvonne rubbed Diana's shoulders and whispered something into her ear as she took her drink from her. I couldn't make out what she said, but Diana nodded in agreement. "Here, let's get you out of that top." I said and slipped my hands underneath her t-shirt. I felt her tummy undulate, sensitive to my touch. I ran my hands over the smooth fabric of her bra and fondled her firm tits. Diana smiled, embracing the moment. I smiled back as I pulled her top over her head. She raised her arms to free herself, but I stopped at her hands and wrist. Now kneeling at the edge of the couch, I leaned into Diana and kissed her lips ever so tenderly. The kiss was long and sweet. She tasted like the red berry wine she's been sipping. Our oral fluids danced, mixing in a salacious blend of decadence. I turned to Yvonne and presented simple instructions, "Yvonne, do us a favor and give us a bit of privacy. I want to spend a little time with Diana...alone...but don't go too far, sweet cheeks." "Sure, I'm gonna get another glass of wine...maybe two. It's really good." She bowed to kiss Diana, who still had her hands compromised and unable to move them. Yvonne winked at Diana then turned her attention to me offering up a short tonguey kiss and left us to get properly acquainted.

I positioned myself straddling Diana's legs but cautious not allowing my full 225 lb. weight to crush her. I was in full control of the situation and she knew it. Rich and influential like she was, being out of control of her surroundings, herself was not Diana's normal situation. She craved it and was turned on by her own helplessness. I held onto her t-shirt in a secure knot, planting kisses on her exposed cleavage. Miniscule goosebumps peppered her butter soft skin from her neck to her breasts. I watched her chest expand and rise. Her moist breath pelted my cheeks. When I finally freed her from her shirt and released her hands she just stared longingly into my eyes. "Take off your bra. You won't be needing it anymore.", I directed. Diana reached behind herself and in mere seconds the sliding hooks were released. Out fell a magnificent pair of 36C cup tits. To my surprise, Diana's magnificent breasts were crowned with dimpled nipples, you know innies. Nonchalantly, I cupped her left breast as she lay her turquoise bra beside her. Her tit was warm and soft, almost spongy yet solid if that makes any sense to you. She closed her eyes and melted into the back of my sofa. I licked an affectionate circle around the edges and tip of this nipple while opening and closing my hand around the other. Her left hand fell down between her legs where she grabbed and pressed on her pussy through her jeans. This may sound kind of strange, so don't get me wrong. I love innies just because they're different and pose a unique challenge. I busied myself with sucking an inverted nipple hard enough to reverse the direction of its pit. It didn't happen but it took no time at all to get stiff enough to poke an eye out. Miniscule uneven goosebumps blanketed her peach colored areola. I could feel her nipple harden in my mouth as I continued to suck on it and grope her other breast. With her eyes half open and a groggy expression of randy readiness painting her voice, Diana reached for my cock. It was nice the way she clutched at my pants trying to get to my mallet. I placed a hand behind her head and kissed her succulent lips again. At last I stood up towering over her at 6'2" and directed her, "Diana...I bet the lips between your legs are twice as sweet as the lips on your face. I don't know if I should eat your pussy before we have sex or after? Maybe I'll try both...either way, your pants need to come off. Don't you think?"

Click to View Show Anyway

I sat at the end of the couch helping Diana to slip out her heels. Her feet felt supple and warm in my palm. They were moist, bordering on damp. Like she'd worn her heels all day and her feet had perspired in them. I almost indulged my guilty pleasure, but opted not to...not on the first date so to speak. Her candy apple red painted pedis were calling to me. She'd find out how kinky I was soon enough. While she lay on my couch removing her pants, I stripped down to my birthday suit. There was no need for shyness. She watched me with baited breath, wriggling and squirming to get out of her pants. "Take your time honey...walk, don't run.", I said, encouraging her to pace her disrobement. Funny, I was half expecting her to have on something a little more chic but Diana looked beautiful wearing a cute pair of black floral printed cotton panties. They looked cheap, like she'd purchased them at a strip-mall boutique. But on her, they exuded an all natural ambiance and I wasn't about to complain. I reclaimed my position between her legs as she lay long ways on my couch and removed her panties to reveal her mouthwatering bald pussy. It was flush with color like a sun ripened Java apple. I was sure it would be just as juicy and pushed Diana's thighs apart. The petals on her flower glistened with the sweet nectar her pussy had released. Diana made soft cooing sounds when my fingers slipped past the outer lips of her vulva to explore the depths of her vaginal canal. Back and forth, in and out my digits probed her pussy to her delight as my lips were introduced to her own. "Mmm, that feels so nice.", she crooned and placed her hand behind my head drawing my face into her hot, buttery box. [SSLLUURRPP], went my mouth and tongue as I sucked on her inner labia. Gritty moans of satisfaction spilled from deep within her, filling the room with a rattling guttural wail as her back arched and vertebrae cracked. She shook her head side to side as I drove my face deeper into her purring kitty. I paused to look up at her face. Her eyes were shut tight. The crows feet were more visible than before. She was licking her lips and mumbling incoherently under her breath. I thought she looked breathtaking and I was hungry for more. I wanted to hear her sweet voice. I licked and teased the hood of her clit until a marble sized pearl revealed itself. Her rear-end lifted from the couch cushions. She pressed her juicy peach vigorously into my face. I sucked all the harder on her lips and sped up the pace of my finger fucking digits inside her. I could hear her groaning and feel her stomach and legs starting to quiver, but there was still an element to my own personal gratification missing. I stopped eating Diana's pussy to slap it with my swollen bullhead twice and bid her to let it all hang out. I remembered what Yvonne had said about Diana being really horny. She was already close to the edge. My goal was to take her beyond. Motivate, stimulate and bring out the true freak in her. I said, "That's it, baby. Sing for me!!", and devoured her pussy from her puckering brown starfish to her pink, puffy gumdrop of a clit. And oh how she sang for me. A gargantuan orgasm washed over her, though her and all around her. Diana's hungry pussy opened in front of my very eyes. It made a perfect teardrop with her clit resting at the top. If it had a voice it would have called out two little words that carried a ton of weight. Her pussy would have screamed, "Fuck me!!" And it was time for just that.

I climbed on top of Diana right as Yvonne was reentering the room. She watched her friend's head loll from side to side while she pushed her breast together and pulled on her nipples. My bullhead parted her labia making way for the girth of my bloated rod. The first few inches of dick passed inside Diana's sopping wet pussy ever so slowly. Her guarded gate was still rigid and unyielding at first, but a little effort goes a long way and soon I was inside her. I now traveled through her sugar halls with ease. Diana was tight for a woman her age but as hot and bothered as she was there was little to no resistance at all once well inside her. Just the pressure of a woman long overdue a good stretching out. I held her close, letting my tool work its way deeper until I hit bottom. Diana kegeled twice, gripping and squeezing my cock with her entire vulva. I pumped her slippery, wet pussy and ground myself into her. Our loins met where I could mash myself into her buzzer. She bit down on my shoulder pelting my neck with moist breath. All the while Yvonne, like a cat had stealthily undressed herself in silence letting Diana and I continue what we'd started. The temperature inside of Diana's pussy increased. The juice dripping from her peach was all the lube we'd need. I hadn't even noticed that Yvonne had busied herself with placing a few clean sheets and a comforter from my laundry room on the living room floor beside us. I mean, I guess I did notice her moving about, but the creamy sensation of Diana's honeypot wrapped around my tool made everything else going on pale in comparison. Not to mention her plea for attention drowned out any other thought that might creep into my head. "Mmm, yes! Oh my God, yes! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!", she wheezed into my ear. I dropped long stroke after long stroke on her sweet box. Our bodies made a muffled , sounds as we crashed into each other. Her hungry snapper gripped and released my rod as it descended and retreated from the basement of her box. Diana and I locked lips and were in the throes of passion when we heard a kittenish whisper say, "Uh-hum, I hope y'all didn't forget about me." Diana was completely lost in the moment, but I heard the voice and turned to find Yvonne inches away from us pushing her breasts together. Her nipples looked like Spanish olives ready to be plucked and sucked. I leaned over to kiss Yvonne who was ready to be on the receiving end of some BBC. I now saw the makeshift bed in the middle of the floor and informed Diana, "We have plenty of time, Diana. Do you mind if I get with Yvonne for a bit. I promise...I'll be back soon. Your pussy feels like home and I miss it already." Her eyes were rolling around in her head. Just to make sure the message was received and my indecent pledge taken to heart, I rapid-fired a burst of energetic cock on Diana. , She came unhinged, moaning loudly and clawing at my chest and arms. She acquiesced to my libidinous request without reservation. She merely curled up on the couch into a ball extending and retracting her legs. There was a look of utter satisfaction resting on her face while she rubbed her clit and tweaked her nipples. It was the look of a woman, that was ready to take a nap after a good fuck. I withdrew my meat from her hot oven and watched her lurch forward from unannounced latent waves of orgasm hitting her repeatedly. Although I saw this a fitting time to get with Yvonne, I also thought to myself, {I'll be back for more of this good pussy. That you can count on Diana.} I shifted on the couch and Yvonne made herself at home. Like I mentioned in the beginning of this story, when it came to sex Yvonne's two favorite things to do were to suck dick and get fucked...in that order.

Click to View Show Anyway

Yvonne hurriedly took hold of my tool and gripped it tightly as if I might try to take it back from her. I laughed out loud as if the thought would ever cross my deviant mind. She pursed her lips and kissed my bullhead. A dollop of pre-cum had worked its way up my shaft from all the exciting pleasure with Diana. She smeared her face over my helmet like she was applying lip gloss then licked her top lip in the middle. A girlish giggle escaped her. This could mean only one thing and she had no plans to hide her intentions. First my head disappeared into her moist warm mouth past her puckered lips. Then she bobbed on a third of my shaft. She was just warming up. Like she was eating an ice cream cone, Yvonne drew her raspy tongue up the length of my shaft. She teased the tip of my tool like it was the cherry on top of a float, sliding her tongue beneath my bullhead side to side. Then it was gone, my rod vanished down her throat. Houdini would have been proud. Yvonne gorged herself on nine inches of man-meat. The veins in my shaft expanded and pulsed with the burning desire to spit. Yvonne's cheeks filled with air. Her face turned red, but familiarity had taught me that this was when she was most happy. That's right, consuming my big black cock until it made her gag. [GLULP-GLULP-GLULP], went her mouth as a trickle of saliva spilled from her lips and onto the floor. [GLULP-GLULP-GLULP], she continued and I leaned back to enjoy her fellatory gift. I placed my right hand on the back of her head, gripped her scarlet mane and pulled her face onto my horn guiding it down her throat. It felt like I might box her tonsils as deep down her esophagus as I was. To add to the sensation, I toyed with a plump nipple. It was hard yet spongy and sensitive to the touch. Yvonne became visibly flustered each time I fondled her tits. She would lift her gaze and allow a lustful whimper to seep from cock-filled mouth. At last, when she came up for air, she let out a long breath like a diver who had been under too long will gasp for a breath of air to sustain themselves. Then right back down she went. [GLULP-GLULP-GLULP], this was her routine. I was used to it. She'd suck my dick until it pruned if I let her, but I knew a secret. Yvonne wanted to get fucked, but she liked it more when I was forceful, compelling, animalistic. Sooo, being the nice guy that I am, I lifted her chin to say, "That's enough...for now. Lay down on that blanket." and pointed to the floor.

Yvonne hesitantly released my tool. She had a look of gleeful carnal craving etched upon her face and turned slowly keeping her eyes fixed on my own. She wiggled her ass as she crawled towards our makeshift cot. I loved how big and juicy it looked and couldn't wait to stick my club inside her box. She pulled her left cheek to the side, exposing her starfish of an asshole. It was a clear invitation to take her anyway I so desired. I pulled up behind her bidding for her to kneel with me pressed snuggly against her warm skin. I dropped wet kisses on her back and shoulder area while groping her massive 36DD tits. She cooed softly as I pulled her closer to me. My rod settled in the meaty crease of her ass where it throbbed and pulsed. "Mmm, is that for, Den?", she asked playfully. She pushed her buns forcefully into my rod. "Yes, sweet cheeks." I guided my rod between her legs, touching her pussy lips and gently running my helmet back and forth over them. "My dick has your name written all over it...now lay on your back for me.", I replied, releasing the handfuls of her breast I was clinging onto. Yvonne complied, melting into the downy soft comforter on her back. Her knees fell open as she extended her hands, reaching for me. "I'm ready for you, Den. Mmm, I'm so ready for you, baby.", she purred, drawing her legs up and apart. I'll be the first to admit, there were times when Yvonne and I were much more passionate. We made love to each other the way only lovers can...this was not one of those times. I pushed her thighs back so that her feet pointed at the ceiling and inserted my rod into her hot, wet pussy. The time for foreplay was long past. It was time to simply fuck. The smile on Yvonne's face and the way she pushed herself into the thrust of my pole said she was in full agreement. I pushed myself up for leverage and let the full length of my girthy cock test the depths of her sweet slippery pussy...again. "Yes, baby. That's the spot. Mmm that feels so fuckin' good, Mmm, YES!! YES!! YES!!", Yvonne wailed as I increased the speed of my down stroke to a steady drumming thump. Her pussy felt like freshly churned butter, and I had the ladle to dip in and out of its creamy goodness. Yvonne smiled up at me through her big bedroom, blue eyes and pleaded for more, "Yes, that's the spot. You got it baby. Hit it, Mmm, fuck my pussy, yes, hit it, Hit It!! Yes, YES!!", she roared loudly into the silence of our hedonistic den of pleasure...

Click to View Show Anyway

to be continued...
Not quite the end, Den

The lovely models for this tale of debauchery have been none other than the delicious Dee Delmar and saucy, seductive Tracy Licks.