The Pussy Whispers

by Dean Jéan-Pierre

  Duke's bald head glistened with perspiration between Stacey's legs and she could almost see her reflection on his shiny scalp. The look of ecstasy on her face was undeniable as his tongue flicked across her tender pussy lips. Stacey cried out in ecstasy when Duke clamped his lips around her clit, which resembled a mini thumb. He sucked her clit so hard that her screams were caught in her throat and came out sounding like a cat meowing in heat.

  "Pleassssse stop...I...I can't take anymore,” Stacey squealed as Duke continued to suck hard on her clit as if he was sucking a string of spaghetti. His arms were wrapped around her upper thighs as he pulled her pussy back and forth into the hunger of his lips. Duke relished the taste of warm pussy nectar on his lips. Hearing a woman beg for mercy and cry for him to stop because the pleasure of what he was doing to her was too overwhelming, only made him want to suck her clit harder. Just when it seemed as if she was going to go over the brink, he stopped and slid his body on top of hers. Their clothes were strewn under their bodies as some sort of makeshift blanket to make it more comfortable. The carpet hummed with renewed energy as Duke teased Stacey's clit with slow circular licks around her clit and wet lips. Stacey shivered in anticipation of Duke's penetration when the soft flesh of his thick head kissed her fat clit. Her hands moved involuntarily and she grabbed his ass to pull his Magnum covered dick into the sweltering heat of her pussy.

  "I'm in charge here," Duke growled into Stacey’s ear as he balanced his body on top of hers.

  Then handle your business Black man, Stacey thought to herself. This pussy is here; served for you on a platter, so go to work. Shock reverberated through Stacey's body as Duke gently probed the tight opening of her pretty waxed wings. She was wet like a rain forest and ready to be fucked. Her pussy screamed the hallelujah song as the heat of his dick merged with the warmth of the wetness dripping from between her pink lips. His dick felt like a boomerang curving to find every pleasure spot nestled inside the fleshy moisture of her pussy. Beneath her fingers, the muscles in his back moved in unison with the stroking poetry of his sweet dick as he dipped his manhood into the warm pool of bubbling nectar waiting to welcome him inside. Shudders of sweet delicious pain rippled inside of Stacey's pussy as Duke penetrated and withdrew his erection into the tight confines of her pussy. Every time he withdrew his manhood from inside of her, he would then dive deeper inside of her and her soft wings fluttered with quivering moans to accept all of his thick black strength. This was the most dick that Stacey had ever been fed in her life, and even though it was their second time together; she was still amazed at how big he was and how deep he could go inside of her. He teased her, toyed with her, and reveled in knowing that he had discovered the secrets to her eternal wetness.

  "You know you're mine now," he said in between deep plunges into her pussy. She hesitated and his next thrust was his show of strength to fuck her into compliance.

  "Yesssssss...it's yours—it's all yours!"

  Another orgasm flooded her pussy walls and she fought back her tears of joy, sadness, and embarrassment. She didn't want him to see her crying. She didn't want him to know yet how much power he had over her so soon after they became intimate. When men think their dick game is God's gift to women, they become insufferable ego maniacs. They wanted to lay claim to everything on a woman right down to her last pubic hair.

  The pursuit of ultimate pleasure is what Duke lived for. He wanted to know he was the best at everything he did. He needed confirmation and the only way to get it was to have Stacey scream with abandon as she came again.

  All pussies aren't the same. They might go by the same name, but Duke was a pussy connoisseur and he understood the delicate intricacies of treating each pussy like a pussy queen. When a woman feels special, when a pussy feels the tender lickings of a tongue and sweet penetrations; they are more open to trying new things to please you; and along the way discover secrets about themselves they didn't know existed.

  Duke got to his feet to stretch his legs and streams of Stacey's honey come dripped from his dick and onto their wrinkled clothes. Stacey crawled across the clothes, sat up on her knees, grabbed his ass cheeks and sucked the sweet nectar of her cum from his condom-covered dick. After several licks, satisfied that there was nothing else for her lips to lick—Stacey assumed the doggy style position. A low whistle came from Duke's lips.

  "Damn...look at all that ass for me to handle."

  "Are you man enough to tame this fat ass," Stacey teased him again.

  Duke laughed that laugh letting her know that he had more than enough dick to fill all her holes whenever she was ready. He surveyed the terrain of her ample fleshy bottom, spanked it a few times to warm her up and spread her reddened cheeks wide open. The small eye of her anus winked at him as if to say, It’s my turn next time. He lightly touched her tightest orifice with his thumb and a shiver ran up and down Stacey’s inner thighs. Her body was still in revolt from having her virgin anus touched; so when Duke penetrated her dripping pussy, her back dropped lower to the floor and her ass rose into the air to receive the blessings she had been praying for. He pounded her ass relentlessly and with each penetration, Stacey’s fleshy walls buckled against his unrelenting assault.

  “Fuck your pussy baby! Don’t stop! Don’t fucccccking stop even if I beg!”

  Duke had no intention of stopping with or without her permission. He knew what his pussy needed and he planned on delivering.

  Stacey heard the delirium in her voice but she didn’t care. Duke’s dick felt like it was made for her pussy and every deep stroke of his magic wand had her name written all over its thick deliciousness. Three months ago, she could never have imagined herself in this kind of position and saying those words. Those were words that other women said and not her. Other women became hypnotized with sweet dick strokes—but not her. Her body didn’t care about the past. Right now. Right here. The only thing that mattered was satisfying the cravings clawing at her insides to burst out of her pussy with a next orgasm. Her fingers dug into the carpet, her face was twisted to the side under her armpits and another orgasm came screaming out of her tender lips.

  Before she could recover, Duke was ready to have his way with her again.

  “Get up,” Duke ordered. He walked over to the wall next to the door with sweat dripping down his face and back, and waited for Stacey to follow him. “Assume the position,” he told her as she looked at him from the floor. She got up without protest, walked over to him, raised her hands up against the wall, placed her palms against the white walls and spread her legs. Duke stood behind her as he drank in the fullness of her ass with his eyes before grabbing a handful of ass and slowly easing his dick inside of her sweet warmth again. When he was fully buried inside of her, he released her ass from his hands, covered her body with his and intertwined their fingers together.

  They found each other’s tempo and a slow grinding rhythm followed. It felt as if they were conducting their own personal orchestra, and every deep plunge of Duke’s dick into Stacey’s throbbing pussy elicited an almost pained sweet note of ecstasy from her throat. Just when it felt that he might be going off key, she would bring him back by squeezing her inner pussy muscles around his dick to slow down his rhythm. His head rested against the back of her shoulders, his hands caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard in an effort to make her come before he did. He didn’t have to wait too long. He bit deeply into the right side of her neck, and she thrashed about like a kitten caught in a bear trap. His teeth pierced her skin, triggering another orgasm that zapped the strength from her legs and she fell to the floor before he came.

  On her knees again, Stacey ripped off the Magnum condom, took his dick between her hands and fed it to her hungry throat. Furiously, she pumped Duke's dick as if she was drilling for oil and the next gush would make her a millionaire. Just as a flood of cum worked its way steadily through the full length of Duke’s throbbing dick—the door next to them flew open. One of the cleaning men walked in with his vacuum c
leaner humming, didn’t notice Duke and Stacey until he looked up and stood there transfixed—in complete shock. Stacey was too far gone to get off her feet and gather her clothes. She was thirsty to have a drink of Duke’s sweet cum. Duke stood there grinning, head tossed back and exploded deep into Stacey’s virgin throat. His body lurched forward as if in the throes of multiple orgasms and Stacey didn’t release him from her lips until she was sure that he had nothing else for her to drink. Sweat poured down Duke’s face into her hair and he dropped to his knees beside her. The cleaning guy retreated hastily without saying a word but not before getting an eyeful.

  “You have completely corrupted me. What if he tells everyone in the building that he caught us having sex?”

  “They will wish they had been you and enjoying this fat dick,” Duke answered back with a smirk on his face.

  Stacey couldn’t help but smile. He had an answer for everything to quickly disarm her. He swept away a few strands of wet hair sticking to her face and basked in the glow of her beautiful smile. She smiled as beautifully and as easily as she came when she had an orgasm. Listening to her cumming was like closing your eyes and hearing beautiful poetry being spoken, but her prose was written in the sensual moans, murmurs and sighs that whispered from deep within the sweet walls of her pussy and gave birth through her pretty wings.

  5/12/09…10:09pm

  Fruit Salad Dessert

  Everything was prepared for when Anna came out the shower. Nicholas lit candles all around the bed and the red sheets looked as if they had been set ablaze in flames of orange fire. He then perfumed the air with the scent of roses and waited for her to finish showering so he could begin eating his fruit salad dessert. Dinner had consisted of shrimp, oysters, scallops, and chunks of crabmeat, and washed down with a bottle of white wine. Nicholas had insisted that Anna take a shower while he washed the dishes and took out the garbage. It was only a ploy to prepare his special fruit salad, which consisted of small grape tomatoes, slices of pineapple, mangoes, strawberries, kiwi, green and red seedless grapes, apples, bananas, pears, peaches, and slices of tangerine. He mixed his special concoction into a green salad bowl and placed it on the floor on his side of the bed while he waited for her to come out of the shower.

  He loved at times to lay in bed as she took a shower, and let the wonderful aroma of one of her many body scrubs and lotions arouse his senses. By the time she came to bed, he would be fully aroused and ready to ravish her from her toes all the way to the top of her head; but not before taking the scenic route between the sweet pond of nectar bubbling sweetly between her moist lips. He would bury his nose in every orifice of her warm skin as he inhaled and sniffed how delicious she smelled. Even after five years together, it still turned him on every time without fail. Nicholas was a scent addict for Anna’s seductive fragrances.

  The falling water in the shower came to a stop and he could hear her humming an old tune by Al Green. On cue, he turned on the stereo and quickly found the song she was humming, “Let’s Stay Together.” Anticipating a long night of lovemaking, Nicholas put the stereo on repeat to that one song.

  “You know just what I like to hear, huh,” Anna stepped out the bathroom still dripping wet and swayed her waist hypnotically to Al’s impassioned plea of forever love. “Come here Daddy. Come dance with your sexy woman,” she giggled as she said it. “Show me what you can do.” The lithe of her singsong Caribbean accent filled the bedroom as it accompanied the soulful sounds of Al Green.

  Nicholas propped up his naked body on the bed and his face beamed with love for his wife. The orange flames from the candle cast a shadow over her body as she danced. Her dreadlocks bounced in rhythm to her hips, her perfect perky breasts joined in the jam session and she turned around to give Nicholas a view of her behind. It was a sight he never grew tired of seeing. It was always beautiful. The sun rises and sets every day, and its beauty always amazing though you have seen it a thousand times; and every time it fills your eyes with its amazing beauty, you are left in awe. Nicholas was in awe of his wife. Her honey colored skin bronzed by countless weekends sitting out on the beaches of Antigua just contemplating life. She was a free spirit and it was what drew Nicholas to her. He didn’t want to own her, keep her captive, but instead, he wanted to watch her fly as high as she could and always be the man that she came back home to when she closed her wings and landed back on earth.

  He jumped over the bed to keep her from coming to his side so she wouldn’t see the surprise he had in store for her. “Come here sweetpork,” their bodies were already touching in a slow soca grind. “This is what I can do to you.”

  “You’re a bad man, bad man,” she laughed. “Trying to corrupt an innocent island girl. What you have to say for yourself, mister?”

  “Guilty as charged,” Nicholas breathed in her left ear as his wet tongue licked inside of her ear, and she moaned while holding on to him tighter. Her hair was still wet and strands of her wet hair clung to his eyes as he bit into her neck as if it was a peach.

  “Don’t start anything you cannot finish,” she warned him playfully.

  “Come here let me show how hungry I am for you,” he said as he led her to bed. “Lie down and let your husband have some dessert.”

  The red sheets felt warm against her back as she did what she was told and propped her head against the pillow. “Show me then.”

  Nicholas walked around to the other side of the bed, picked up the green salad bowl with two hands and rested it on the bed next to Anna.

  “You’re going to feed me fruit, mister man?”

  “No, I’m going to feed myself,” Nicholas said with a sly look on his face that caused Anna’s clit to peek out from its safe place of hiding. It was as intrigued as she was in anticipation of what Nicholas had in store for both of them. His hand reached into the fruit bowl and produced a chunk of mango, which he rubbed across his lips and swallowed. He did the same thing to her with a piece of pineapple.

  “You like that, sweetpork?”

  It was his pet name for her pussy. He had renamed it after the first time they made love and his tongue had become inebriated from her juices. “Your pussy is the sweetest meat I have ever tasted in my life,” he exclaimed as he went back for numerous helpings. She was unable to walk the next day and every time she peed, it felt as if his tongue was still licking her swollen clit and lips. The sensation was so intense that she came again as pee flowed from her aching pussy.

  “Let me see what else my wife has for me to taste tonight,” he said as he slid between her open legs. He lifted her feet one at a time from the bed and kissed and licked her soles. His tongue swirled around her arches and Anna twisted back and forth in sweet pleasure. “Do it again...again baby,” she squealed like a little girl not accustomed to having all her desires fulfilled. She did not have to ask him to please her again. Giving his wife pleasure brought Nicholas more pleasure than his own immediate gratification. Pleasing your partner is the silent whisper of true lovemaking, a sustainable joy that lasts longer than all your screams of passion combined. He lived to please his wife.

  Nicholas twisted his wife's body like a pretzel until she was lying on her stomach and his face positioned right between the sweet space of her ass. Without prompting, Anna spread her legs open to give Nicholas a preview of the volcano of bubbling sweet juices that was waiting to engulf his tongue and keep his dick wet. “Mmmmmm,” he sighed deeply as his tongue dove right into the center of her sweetest ache and rode the first releases of her orgasmic wave. He reached into the fruit bowl and closed his fingers around half of a banana. He swirled his tongue around it to make it warmer, rubbed it against his wife's puffy pussy lips and fed it slowly into her sweetpork.

  The sensation of having something inside of her, other than her husband's tongue and dick, made Anna’s inner muscles contract in protest to expel this intruder from her pussy. The protest was short-lived when she felt the grooves of the banana stimulating her already sensitive lips, and when she turned
around from her doggy style position; the sight she saw made her say, “Oh shit!” The banana was dripping with her warm caramel nectar and Nicholas brushed it against his lips before inserting it into his mouth, but he didn't eat it. He licked it clean as he closed his eyes to savor the taste, and smiled broadly as if he had just discovered the secret to everlasting happiness.

  “You have to taste this. It's like a mixture of sinful thoughts and realized expectations.”

  This time he plunged the banana deeper into the core of her heated center to get to that third degree heat burn which was waiting impatiently to be released from the prison of her tight walls. It felt too good for her to be silent, and her screams released an extra dosage of heat that made the banana even softer. “Taste your dessert, baby.” A few drops spilled onto her back as Nicholas reached over to feed her lips the sweet delicacy brewed from her garden. The spillage felt like hot candle wax against her soft brown skin and Anna winced and moaned loudly. Nicholas dangled the dripping fruit a few inches above her lips and Anna stuck out her long tongue to steal a taste. It felt warm against her lips and the added flavor of the banana created an interesting pussy concoction that made her salivate for more. She licked it clean and sucked it hard for good measure to ensure she had gotten everything before Nicholas dipped it between her moist lips again. They fed on her juices a few more times until she stopped. She laid her head on the pillow, repositioned her ass in the air, and waited for him to continue.

  Nicholas rummaged around in the green salad bowl and finally found what he was looking for, the other half of the banana. With a piece in each hand, he mashed them together hoping to make them fuse together as he plunged the entire banana into Anna's unsuspecting pussy. The swift depth of penetration caught her off guard and her legs quivered; her inner muscles clenched and unclenched as she tried in vain to expel the fully-grown banana from her sweetpork. It was lodged inside of her and Nicholas covered her entire pussy with his right palm. Every time she tried to push it out, he would push it back in deeper. Her pussy was being fucked by a banana!