“I can't take anymore baby!” Anna pounded the pillow like a crazy woman as another orgasm exploded through her sugar walls. Nicholas placed his lips around her pussy completely encircling it, sliding his tongue between her wet lips to set her clit free from its hooded shelter. Her pussy muscles went weak and he used his hands to spread her ass wide open. He squeezed both ass cheeks as if to check the buoyancy of its bounce ability and with every squeeze, a piece of banana was expelled from her pussy dripping with the warm release of her Caribbean passion. Nicholas took deep bites and swallows of potassium, delicately dipped in pussy juice, until every tender morsel disappeared and all that remained was the tiny moist smiling hole of Anna's pussy. He took one more lick before coming up for air and she fell onto the bed in a quivering heap.
Nicholas slapped her ass playfully and it quivered like red Jell-O in a bowl. “I'm not done with your sweet ass yet. When I'm finished with you, all that chat you have will be quiet.”
“You trying to tame this wild island pussy,” Anna playfully taunted him. “Yankee man like you from New York gon' drown in these deep sweet waters,” she laughed her melodic laughter as she turned around with her legs spread and feet up.
“In five years, I haven't drowned once,” he verbally sparred with her.
“Well tonight might be that night. It's been nice knowing you Yankee boy.”
They enjoyed the back and forth trash talking. It intensified their bedroom aerobics. Anna usually got the better of Nicholas because island women naturally just have chatty mouths and can wear a man down; and if a man wins an argument what is the benefit in that for him? He will have bragging rights, a pouty sore lover, and the loss of pussy. Losing has its rewards sometimes.
Eyes closed, Nicholas stuck his hand into the fruit bowl and grabbed a handful of assorted fruits, which he placed on the sheets alongside Anna's backside. He placed the first piece in his mouth. Strawberry. It felt cold inside his mouth, but within a few seconds, it had warmed up after being sucked by his lips. There was no other place Nicholas enjoyed being than between his wife's legs. His dick hadn't gotten hard for another woman since the first time he laid eyes on her. For once, his dick, mind, and heart were in complete agreement about a woman. She was the one that all three of them wanted to fuck and make love to for the rest of his life.
Expertly, he balanced the strawberry between his lips and rubbed it around her swollen lips, then the tip of her clit; and her back arched from the bed as the strawberry penetrated the warm pool of her moistness. Her nails dug into the sheets, she spread her legs wider, and every time he dunked the fruit inside of her, she would clinch her muscles to repel it back in his mouth.
“Best strawberry dessert I’ve ever had,” he mumbled in between sucks and licks, and finally he swallowed the nectar-covered fruit.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she said as she released her grip from the sheets. Her body relaxed momentarily, but not for long.
He was fully laid out in-between her legs, and tossed both of them over his shoulders to have a better view of the fruit salad dessert he was creating. She tried to guess which fruit he was putting inside of her, and after four different fruits, she had gotten all of them wrong. Funny thing, peaches, apples, kiwi, and seedless grapes all feel the same when they entered her sweetpork. She could only guess which fruit was inside of her when they gave birth through her lips and found the warmth of his lips. The smaller fruits: grapes and small tomatoes, required less effort to pop out of her pussy. The other fruits needed greater suction from his lips before they would leave the warmth of passion, and she enjoyed those better inside of her.
“Are you ready for your special treat, darling?” His voice rose from between her legs and kissed her face.
“More for me?” She feigned surprise. “You're too good to me baby.”
“You deserve my best always baby,” he said as his hands slid under her ass and his middle finger found the tightness of her anus.
“Oooooh shhhhit baby,” she moaned.
He couldn't resist the obvious comeback and said, “Not right now, honey. It would be a bad time to do that.” It cracked both of them up, and she didn't even realize that he had coated four grapes with her come and plopped them one by one into her ass. Her anus tightened and it tried to spit out the invading green and red grapes, but he placed his thumb over the tiny opening to keep her stuffed.
“Hold them in there until I tell you to feed me.”
Her non-response was her answer that she would comply with his request. He then took pieces of mango, strawberries, pineapple, and tangerine in his palm and stuffed them into her dripping pussy. Both her holes were stuffed to capacity, but Nicholas was determined that she could take more. He kept his thumb on her anus and crawled on top of her.
“Let me stir your fruit salad dessert with my spoon.” Without waiting for her to respond, Nicholas penetrated Anna's overflowing fruit filled pussy with his dick, but was met with resistance from chunks of mango, tangerine, and strawberries lodged inside of her. Undaunted, he stroked his dick in and out like a car weaving back and forth through a congested highway. Finally, he found an open space big enough to accommodate his erection and slid smoothly in between slices of mangoes and strawberries and every sweet piece of fruit was swirling around and stimulating Anna's fleshy walls until she burst open with a Starburst flavored fruit filled orgasm.
“You’re killing your pussy, baby,” Anna moaned aloud as if she was having an out of body experience. It was just her and Nicholas' dick bonding, fucking...making love. He loved when she got like this. It made him feel as if his dick had mystical powers and he was the commander in chief of the pussy universe. In the pussy universe, he came in and out as he pleased and there were no rules of behavior. The only thing that mattered was the pursuit of pleasure and finding that ultimate mind-blowing orgasm hiding in a secret pocket in the pussy. The man who finds the path to this giant O orgasm will be able to give simultaneous orgasms to every woman in the world. The men who are in touch with their feminine side will also experience these orgasms. The men who will be unable to have these giant masturbatory orgasms will wish they had been more in touch with their dormant feminine side.
“Ohhhh...ohhhh—God—I'm coming again all over the fruit.” Slow, steady deep strokes of Nicholas' dick into his wife's fruit salad dessert pussy brought her to a sudden orgasm that threatened to spew all the fruit from her pussy and anus, but Nicholas withdrew quickly, laid down on his back between her legs and palmed her ass in the air directly over his lips. He licked her swollen lips, and Anna's entire body trembled and slowly pieces of fruit oozed out of her pussy mixed with her sweet come. With every piece of fruit that Anna fed to Nicholas, he rewarded her with quick flicks of his tongue that sent her pussy into quivering spasms of moanful profanity. She was unconsciously channeling Bernie Mac's most famous comedic bit. Every word from her lips was motherfucker this and motherfucker that, and she used it colorfully as an adjective, noun, adverb, pronoun, and verb. The last piece of the come-soaked strawberry slipped out from between Anna's pussy lips and Nicholas savored its taste on his lips before swallowing it.
“Now give me the rest of my salad.”
She loved it when her husband took over and demanded she obey, but Anna also enjoyed making him work for the pussy. “No—you can't have it.” Her ass still covered her husband's face like a full moon. He grabbed her roughly behind her upper thighs, forced his tongue deep into her ass and then bit both cheeks deeply as Anna screamed and moaned her pleasure.
“You dirty mother—”
Another bite of her plump ass and Anna lost her will to fight her husband. She gave him what he wanted, and even after her salad dish was empty; he probed her anus deeply looking for one last piece. Satisfied that she had given him everything she had, Nicholas released his wife's ass from his grip, rubbed his full belly and smiled at Anna as he wrapped her naked body in his arms.
“Are you happy now?”
“I
'm always happy after eating my wife.”
The Reverend Al Green was still pleading in the background telling everyone that they had to stay together for sake of love. Nicholas wrapped his arms around his wife’s body and kissed her forehead. Anna smiled as she buried her face in his chest. They sang the chorus of “Let’s Stay Together” slightly off-key, but everything else about them was perfect.
3/22/09…8:42pm
Every Time We Make Love
Everything is still
It is as if the silence is listening to us as we make love
Exhaling in unison as we express our passion
You are barely breathing now
We just made love again
Soft whispers of your warm breath kiss my lips
Slowly they part open and you are inside of me once again
Strands of your hair cling to your face
Your body is still flushed and sensitive to my touch
I saw your heart in your eyes as you came in all colors of the rainbow
Your eyes said they would love me forever
Mine said the same as we lay together completely exhausted
Your body now nestles softly into mine
I inhale the heated scent of our passion
Remnants of our love cling to your body wet
Whispers of our passion still echo in the air
You are always amazing, a lover born of another time
Who understands that making love is about giving
A giving lover who gives with his heart receives love back from the soul
The way you make love to my body cannot be taught by anyone
It is an innate understanding of touch and feel of what gives pleasure
The power you possess over my body in your fingertips makes me quiver with delight
Making love to you has no definition
I have run out of adjectives to describe the depth of your passion
You are the sun, the moon and the stars all wrapped up in one
Making love to you is like simultaneously watching a beautiful sunrise,
Then watching it set in all its beautiful splendor
We have not taken a breath yet
And along comes a breathtaking full moon gracing us with its presence
Accompanied by millions of stars illuminating the sky
Imagine experiencing all these glorious things all at once
That is how I feel every time we make love.
12/06/08…12:43pm
Twenty Fingers, Two Tongues And Something Hard
It wasn’t even lunch time yet and Mariah was already stressed the fuck out. Everyone at Delicious Scents believed that she slept her way into being President of the company after only three short years on the job. It never occurred to them that perhaps she was qualified for the job that she had been working for her entire life, or that having an MBA from Yale put her ahead of the pack. It was a world of survivors out there and no one will just hand you a job of a lifetime unless you are qualified. Business people don’t mess around when it comes to their money so she had to be on her best game at all times. One slip up and it was back to the end of the line for her. At thirty-three, she was more than qualified and doing the damn thing; so she ignored all the evil eyes from the other women and the grumblings of angry men behind her back. Since she had taken over Delicious Scents in the past six months, they had moved up from tenth to third place behind of Victoria’s Secret and Bath and Body Works. It was no surprise that because of her seven day work schedule, her personal life had suffered. There was no time to meet any available men, so she tried to block out the cravings of her body and keep her eyes on the prize. At some point though, the body has to be fed or it would start feeding on itself. There were a few brothers at the office that Mariah wouldn’t mind slipping off her panties for and letting them get a whiff of her waxed goodies, but she knew that men were worse gossipers than women. You smile at a brother and he would tell his friends that you wanted that dick. Imagine what would happen if you actually let them get their dicks wet? It would be all over BET before their dicks could dry off.
There was no way that Mariah could concentrate on work today. Her mind was tired, her body was starving for a good old-fashioned dick down, and she had gotten wind of a website called www.mariahisawhore.com that was set up to trash her character. There were photos of her cut and pasted together that made her look like a porn star on steroids. She had to get away for at least an hour to clear her mind and then deal with this shit before it completely undermined her authority. Her first rule was that an angry mind made stupid rash decisions, so Mariah called her favorite masseuse, Angelo, to massage her aching muscles and give her time to formulate a plan of action. She summoned her secretary into her office to dictate a few instructions before leaving.
Janet Myers took a deep breath before entering Mariah William’s office with her notepad and plastered on her best fake movie star smile. Everyone knew that Mariah was fucking old man Johnson, and she walked around the office as if she had earned the promotion on her own merits. She had earned it alright—with her ass in the air and the old man’s wrinkled old penis shoved down her pretty little mouth. Janet had to give it up to Mariah though, she was beautiful and smart. Her long brown hair was shoulder length and perfectly done to accentuate her pecan brown complexion. Her eyes were piercing and always made Janet feel as if she was being undressed, not that she minded at all. Mariah always wore business suits to hide her figure, but Janet had seen her working out at the gym downstairs and knew that she had an apple bottom that needed to be bitten by a set of hungry lips. If Mariah could read her eyes, she would know instantly the craving thoughts in Janet’s heart that was making her wet, but Mariah was far too distracted to notice anything but her life right now.
“Janet please cancel my appointment with the Sampson sisters and reschedule it for tomorrow. Call up the distributor in our South Carolina warehouse and make sure that all the supplies were shipped for the showcase next week. Make sure to get a tracking number from Herb. We can’t have anything going wrong next week at the convention. If everything goes according to plan then we could be number two by next week.”
Janet’s head bopped up and down furiously as she wrote down Mariah’s instructions and repeated them out loud to her just to be certain she had written down everything. Mariah nodded in agreement and turned her back to get her bag to leave. Her black business suit snugly fit her thick shape and defined the contours of her ass. She was only 5’6, wore a size fourteen and was blessed with 38DD breasts that announced themselves before she got into a room. Society classified her shape as BBW (big beautiful woman), but everything on her body was well portioned and equally pleasing to the eye. She was a delicious chocolate sister that men and women wanted to lick cleanly like an ice cream cone.
Janet leaned back in her chair, licked her lips, felt her pussy quiver and drank in the full beauty that filled her eyes. Every man and woman in the office wanted a taste of Mariah, and though she dressed conservatively, it was obvious that the girl was packing a dynamite body that was ready to explode. She despised Mariah’s uppity elitist entitled attitude, but she couldn’t help wanting to slide her skirt down to inhale the fragrance of Mariah’s sweet nectar and feed on it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; with a few snacks in between. Janet was sprung and she didn’t even know it. The fantasy of the moment transported Janet and she didn’t avert her eyes in time when Mariah spun around. Janet lifted her eyes to meet Mariah’s stare and the hunger in Mariah’s eyes made her wet.
Mariah felt the electricity in the room and it made her feel uncomfortable that her secretary had seen her so vulnerable and needy. She quickly excused herself and brushed past Janet to meet Angelo. Janet held the scent of Mariah’s perfume, a new scent by Beyonce and inhaled it deeply. Janet would spend her lunchtime dreaming of ways to get Mariah into bed and turning her out. It was all she could think about the rest of the afternoon.
Angelo had better work his
magic today Mariah thought to herself. She was about to explode with the stress she was under with work and no sex; and now the heated exchange of lust between her and Janet had worked her libido into a frenzy. Something had to give—and fast. She hoped she wouldn’t have to fire Janet. The last thing she needed to deal with were rumors that she was fucking her secretary. The idea didn’t repulse her, but you can’t mix pussy and business. There’s nothing worse than having an angry woman lover scorned at the office. Life would be hell.
The Day Spa was on the first floor of her building so Mariah took the escalator down ten floors and walked into a whole mess of foolishness between Angelo and his sometimes boyfriend, Juan Manuel. Angelo was a pretty boy on the light side of black and he made no excuses for loving him some dark chocolate like Juan who was from Santo Domingo. Seeing them together was something to be seen and not believed. Angelo was a slight man with braids, high cheek bones, gray cat eyes, and lips so full, that Mariah was certain that Juan had no complaints for pleasure. Juan was a straight up thug from the streets; short and buffed, bald-headed, with tattoos covering him like a second skin.
“I’m tired of your sorry ass coming into my place of business and embarrassing me by flirting with my customers,” Angelo was near tears. Everyone in the spa pretended not to be listening, but every ear was tuned in to their weekly soap opera show.
“You can be on your way then. If you leave another one just like you will come along and be better than your sorry ass and can have all of this.” He grabbed his crotch crudely like a rap star in a video but everyone knew that Angelo was under the power of the dick. He always went back to Juan, begging him not to leave. This time would be no different. When you are under the power of the dick, it can rule your life like an iron fist. Mariah had known women who had lost their minds for some good dick, but she had never been one of them. The right man hasn’t fucked you yet, her friends would always say. Maybe they were right. Right place, right time, right dick, and she could be the female version of Angelo.
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