The Mandingo Diaries: A Case of Taboo

by Clyde Viechweg

  By now, I had removed that black dress that lay in a small pile by the trunk of the tree. As my mouth drew closer to her “Garden of Eden,” she arched her back and pulled on my head, trying to get me there faster. I resisted and bypassed her garden, down her soft chocolate legs to her knees, all the time caressing her body.

  Kissing the insides of her legs, I drove her crazy with pleasure and wanting and I could feel little tremors every so often. It was time to begin my assent to the garden. Arriving there, I dipped my tongue into the fountain of water that flowed, for I was dying of thirst from all that roaming about her body.

  I quickly found the rose center by parting her petals with both hands. My tongue touched it softly and with clockwise slow, slow gentle strokes without taking the pressure off, I navigated its circumference. This proved to be too much for Donna. She raised her head off the sand, dug her fingers into my head, and wrapped her legs tightly against it and rocked her body upwards and exploded again and again.

  In the middle of each explosion, I sent my tongue deep into the fountain while grasping her butt as it clenched and unclenched.

  After three climaxes, I spread her legs wide and rubbed my manhood, which had grown to the size and density of one of the tree branches, up and down her garden, coaxing more moans from her beautiful mouth. She reached down, grabbing it. She lifted it to her mouth and forced it in as far as it would go. She moved her lips back and forth on it and I cried out in pleasure.

  “Oh, baby, ohh, please don’t stop. Ooho, I like that.” Realizing that I might climax at any minute, I pulled away. “Put it in me. I want it in me,” she cried out while pulling me towards her with a raw strength that took me by surprise. I complied.

  I entered her wet fountain. I could feel her warm wetness coating my shaft. I entered only a few inches at a time, stroking back and forth. I could feel the tightening of her fountain around the head of my manhood. “Gosh, how it is so sweet,” I wondered out loud.

  Soon, I felt her stomach vibrating along with her legs and she arched her back and cried out. At that point, I filled her with every inch, sending it hard and deep. Explosion after explosion rocked her body and I could hold on no more. I felt my hot lava rushing out, sending jet after jet of my essence deep inside her Garden of Eden.

  The last thing I remembered that night was my body shaking and quivering and then passing out under a beautiful Caribbean moon.

  The Married Woman (Steamy Encounters)

  I was just twenty-six years old when I first met Tara, who had just turned fifty a week prior. We both were attending a neighbor's birthday party in Mt. Moritz.

  It was Saturday around 10:30 p.m. I recall the time because I had gone up to her and asked, after she had caught me staring.

  Tara had walked out of the house, onto the balcony. I was sitting in a sparsely lit corner, looking out at Grand Mall village below. I remember following her movements with my eyes only, afraid to move my head and betray my position. Why I did that, I still don't know.... Maybe I just wanted to observe this beautiful lady in her element.

  Leaning against a pillar, she took a deep breath and, closing her eyes, exhaled with a gust. A smile quickly lit up her face, and although I could not see her eyes, I imagined that they must have twinkled due to the brightness of the moon.

  The air was cool, for it was the Dry Season. As I continued to look, I noticed how the wind would blow her hair across her face and, at times, away from it.

  I followed her hand as she would attempt to restore order to her windswept hair. Her hands seemed to move with a trained grace, like she was once a ballerina. Turning her head, she finally noticed me.

  ”Excuse me, but would you happen to have the time?” I asked while fidgeting with my fingers.

  She looked at me for a moment, more like three seconds, and I felt that she had gathered more about me than I could possibly tell.

  “Sure, it's 10:30,” she replied with somewhat of a knowing smile.

  “Are you enjoying the party?” I asked as I made my way over to her.

  “It's okay; no one is dancing. What a shame.”

  ”What’s your name?” I inquired.

  “Tara,” she said, at the same time turning to face me.

  Our eyes met; I could feel like they were dancing and pulling at each other. A good analogy would be two magnets passing over each other without being allowed to attach themselves.

  ”Behave yourself, young man,” she said quietly.

  ”What? What did I do now?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

  ”I am a married woman and, besides, you are too young for me,” she said in a voice that lacked conviction. At the same time, she flashed her ring in my face, which had to do more with reminding herself that she was still married than in persuading me to show respect.

  Now, I am the kind of person who lives for excitement and challenges, so her ceremonious ring display was lost on me.

  “Nice ring, but had I put that on your finger, there is no way I would let you out of my sight,” I said in a low, exaggerated tone.

  She burst out laughing. As she laughed, I could not help but to admire her face.

  Her face, somewhat luminous, had a tan brown tone to it. Her eyes were a piercingly sharp shade of hazel while her eyebrows were arched over the curve before dispersing onto the bridge of her dainty nose. She had full lips that had the strangest curl to them. This enchanting face was framed by ebony-colored curls, each falling to her shoulder.

  Looking down, I could see the mound of her breast, contained by a bra that was straining to do so.

  Her hips were wide and her legs were outlined under her dress.

  Overall, she was truly an unearthly beauty.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a frown upon her face.

  “Looking at you how?” I answered a question with another.

  “Like that,” she said at the same time reaching up and touching my face.

  That touch sent a shockwave throughout my body, leaving me breathless and temporarily paralyzed, which was not lost on her.

  “You are a handsome young man; surely you have someone in your life. Maybe two or three,” she said in a weak voice that was more of a plea to her senses than to me.

  I stepped closer to her. I could see she was breathing hard; her lips were quivering and parted.

  “Are you crazy? Someone can come out and see us in this comprising position. Do you want me to get in trouble?” she cried out weakly.

  “No, I would never wish that upon you, but I do want to kiss those sweet lips,” I whispered back huskily.

  With that, I bent down and captured her lips with mine... I heard a moan emit from deep down in her. I deepened my kiss and she responded hungrily.

  Breaking the kiss, I took her hand and led her to my car. I continued kissing and caressing her, letting my hands roam over her body with reckless abandon. Reaching over her body, I pulled the lever, sending the seat all the way back.

  By now, I was so intoxicated by her kisses, the idea that we could get caught only heightened the sensations.

  I reached over and finally freed her breasts from their cages. In gratitude, they offered up themselves as a tribute.

  I kissed the base of the one closer to me. I let my kisses fall on it like a light drizzle, not missing a spot. Her hands roamed through my hair, while gasps of pleasure erupted from her lips.

  At the peak, I teased her nipple with a combination of licks, nibbles, and gentle sucking.

  “Ooh my gosh, what are you doing to me? Ooh!” she cried out.

  Reaching across to the other breast, I paid it the same attention that I did its twin.

  This proved too much for her. She reached across, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled out my cock. It was only too glad to escape its confinement. She squeezed it tightly and stroked it back and forth. I found myself now moaning in ecstasy.

  “Sssssh, oh shit, just like that baby, just like that,” I moaned, at the same time whining on h
er hand.

  She grabbed my hand and forced it between her legs. I felt her warm wetness, so I slipped my forefinger into her sweet hole. It was hot. My finger felt like it was being sucked in.

  Moving my lips up to her neck, I started kissing her neck and earlobes while my finger stroked her gently.

  As she dug her fingers deeper into my shoulder and cock, I let my middle finger join the forefinger. Now I made them into a C and flickered them against the front insides and roof of her honey pot. At the same time, I applied pressure with the palm of the same hand against her clit.

  I could feel the contractions; she raised her butt off the seat and cried out, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Aaaah, ooh!”

  At the same time, I ran my lips up her neck to her ear and whispered, “Yes. Come on my hand, just like that. Yes, baby.”

  I climbed over and put my cock into her mouth. She started sucking it back and forth greedily and at the same time caressing my body. As I felt her wet mouth on me, I thought about how tight and hot her pussy was, how I would love to stroke it with my cock.

  ”Mmmmmhm,” I moaned out loud. “Don't stop, just like that, play with yourself too.” I felt a looseness in her sucking as she buried her fingers into her honey hole.

  “Yes. Stroke yourself, think about this cock filling you, filling every inch of your hole.... You like that? Think about me fucking you on your bed at home just around the time your husband comes home.”

  She gasped. Pulling her mouth off me for a moment, she cried out, “Yes, oh yes, you would like that, you so bad, ooh mmmmhm.” This made her whine harder on her fingers.

  I was so turned on, so hot, that I was dizzy with excitement. I felt like I had lost all strength in my body. I forgot where I was and time stood still.

  Suddenly, I could feel her reaching her point of no return. Her lips tightened around my cock and that sent me over the edge. I exploded.

  “Aaaaaah, sssssh, aaaah.” Load after load shot into her mouth. It muffled her cries as she climaxed again.

  Convulsions racked throughout her body. One after the other, until she lay there breathless and I collapsed on top of her. We lay there for a moment in the fogged-up car silently with our eyes closed.

  I never did see Tara again, but I have not forgotten her, nor the way the wind blew her hair across her face, nor the way her eyes twinkled under the moonlight, but most of all, the way her mouth forced my sweet surrender.