June 7, 2009

Hot and sweaty from yard work, Ralph answered the phone on the fifth ring. His realtor, Midge, said that she had a hot property for him to look at, if he could do it today. The timing was bad. She was leaving town, and then he was leaving town. Ralph was afraid he would lose out if he wasted time. Midge got another realtor, Juanita, to show him the house, but only if he could leave immediately, sweaty clothes and all. Ralph agreed.

The drive went quickly; Ralph imagined all sorts of wonderful things about the house and lost himself in fantasy until he was almost there. When he pulled up the drive, there was a brand new Monte Carlo in the driveway and a woman leaning against the fender. The sun behind her, he saw her first in relief and her figure was striking. She wore a short, tight fitting dress, spike heeled shoes, and was well endowed both in her bosom and her butt. When he got out of the car she sauntered toward him.

“I’m Juanita,” she said offering her hand.

“Ralph,” he said as they shook. He couldn’t help but notice her bright smile and the play of her copper lipstick against her olive colored skin. Her long dark hair was streaked with blonde highlights.

“Follow me.”

Ralph was oblivious to the view that the house offered, the well kept lawn and bushes because he was watching Juanita’s plump rump wiggle and jiggle as he followed her up the walk and into the house. By the time the reached the front door, he was salivating, barely able to keep from sticking his hand under her dress and grabbing her ass. His loose shorts had a prominent tight spot in the crotch.

She turned around and it was clear by the look on her face that she saw the effect that she was having on him. Juanita smiled. “Why don’t we start with the upper floor. I’m sure that you’ll like it; it has a lot to offer.”

Ralph followed her up the stairs. His head bobbing and swaying in time with her hips. Each ass cheek was round and well defined. From behind, it seemed like she stuck her butt out so that it was only inches from his face, daring him to nibble. Temptation won; he allowed his cheek to brush her ass. Without apologizing for the contact, he waited for her to comment; Juanita said nothing. On her next left step, he pushed his face a little harder against her soft warm ass; again she said nothing. His engorged cockhead rubbed against the inside of his shorts; the rough cotton made him even harder. For each of the four left steps she made, he continued to rub his cheek against her ass. Ralph couldn’t focus on the quality of the stairs or the newness of the carpet. Ralph imagined what it would be like to have her stop and pull up the bottom of her dress so that he could run his face against her bare skin and give her cushy butt a little nibble.

At the top of the stairs, she suddenly stopped, and he bumped his face against her ass. She reached down, gently placed her hand on the side of his face, and stroked his cheek. “Why don’t we start with the master bedroom? I have a feeling that we won’t get much else done until we see it.” She led him down a short hall into a bedroom that was one-third the width of the house and ran from front to back. There was a sitting area with a chaise lounge and table and books, a work area with a desk, and a laptop computer. There was even room for a king size bed and several large traditional pieces of bedroom furniture.

“This is huge,” Ralph said.

Juanita stood next to him and ran her nails up the side of his bare thigh. “Not as huge as I’m going to make you,” she whispered.

Ralph swallowed hard and followed closely as she strutted toward the back of the bedroom and the entrance to the master bath. Inside, he was blown away. The shower was an enormous clear glass affair.

“Look,” she said, pointing to the orchards on the hill below the house. “You even have a view while you’re taking a shower.” Juanita sidled up close to him, ran her hand over his ass, and said, “You look like you might just need to try out that shower before you buy the house.”

“That’s a great idea.”

Juanita pulled his shirt from his pants and let him take it off while she undid his shorts, letting them drop around his ankles. She ran her fingertips over his cock and balls and ass making him moan with pleasure. She stood up, kissed him hard on the mouth and opened the shower door. He stepped in and turned on the water, quickly shampooing. He wasn’t sure exactly what she had in mind, but he wanted to get his flesh all over her naked brown body. He closed his eyes and rinsed the soap from his hair. Looking at the floor, he opened his eyes and saw Juanita’s bare brown feet, carefully painted toenails, and sexy gold toe ring pointed towards him. Slowly, he lifted his eyes, drinking in every inch of her sensuous flesh. Her thighs were meaty and her pussy shaven into a careful stripe. Her tan lines were prominent, showing that she wore the smallest of thong bottoms and a top that barely covered her big dark nipples.

Ralph’s cock throbbed so hard that his balls ached. He slipped his hand around her ass and then upwards into the small of her back where he easily pulled her closer. “You were right about the view from inside the shower,” he said looking into her deep brown eyes. He pressed his hard, wet cock against her thigh and hugged her so that her full body was pressed against his. He kissed her neck, just below the ear, swirling with his tongue. She squirmed in his embrace and reached for his cock. She was gentle yet firm; clearly, she was a student of handling a man’s member.

He moved his mouth from her neck to her ample bosom where he gently sucked one nipple. Juanita moaned; Ralph reached around with one hand and massaged her pussy. Her clit came alive, and she wiggled her hips under his touch. He played with her dark pussy lips then easily slipped a finger into her tight cunt. Juanita changed from rotating her hips to rocking back and forth on his finger. Not sure what to do, he continued sucking her nipple and finger fucking her. He felt her body quiver and shake as she had an orgasm, after which she slowly pulled his hand out of her cunt and disconnected his mouth from her nipple.

Juanita went down like a sinking ship. She dropped into a squatting position, and holding his leg for balance, she sucked his cock into her mouth like it was her favorite ice cream and about to melt. She sucked hard and cupped then fondled his balls. Ralph couldn’t believe that he was supposed to be looking that this house to purchase and that he was standing in the shower getting a hummer from the real estate agent! Juanita stood up and kissed him hard on the lips. She got a large dollop of liquid soap from a bottle and rubbed it into her ass crack as she turned to face the wall. Wordlessly, she grabbed his dick and pressed it into the soapy ravine between her ass cheeks.

He gave a little push, sliding his dick up. It felt good, until she clenched her ass around his cock and then it felt great. He put his forearms around her midriff, one hand reaching up for her breast, the other reaching down for her pussy. He pressed his groin and hips into her plush ass and pumped. He really wanted to fuck her, but he didn’t want to ruin what he had, so he kept his mouth shut and took whatever she was willing to give.

Juanita reached around, grabbed his shaft, and pointed the bulging head of his cock at her asshole. She arched her back and slowly guided his raging head into her ass. It was tight, but she relaxed and the soap made it slick. Once his cockhead was in her ass, he carefully fed the rest of his hot hard meat into her tight waiting ass. Juanita groaned with pleasure as she pushed back slipping him deeper and deeper inside. With his cock embedded in her ass, he pressed his belly against her back, wrapped his arms around her and played with her nipples. She reached between her legs and tickled his balls as he pumped her ass. Her asshole was tight around the base of his cock; he knew he was going to cum hard, fast, and in her ass. He quickened the pace of his pumping, urged on by Juanita’s moans. Finally he felt the singe of hot cum ripping through his shaft. He stopped, she pumped, and it felt like her ass was pulling the last bit of cum out of his cock as he carefully withdrew.

Juanita turned around and soaped his dick, cleaning him off. She kissed him on the lips and said, “Well, there’s a lot more house to see. We might even have to come back tomorrow.”

November 8, 2008

Maria had tried to see her father’s lawyer at his office but the waiting room of the Legal Aid office was always teeming with people. Finally, she used some connections in the Mexican community to get his home address. She was surprised that he lived in a scruffy apartment building near his office. She thought all lawyers were rich. This discovery just made her angrier. Not only was her father being represented by a Yankee lawyer with too clients but he had drawn the poorest lawyer in America. This was going to be more work than she thought.

Lionel heard the knock and went to the peephole. Staring back at him was a young girl with a dark complexion and a pretty face. Her big brown eyes were slightly slanted. Her dark hair went down past her shoulders and was shiny and straight. This was certainly nobody he’d met at Yale Law School and he didn’t remember her as one of his clients. He handled a lot of cases but knew this was one face he’d have no trouble remembering. When he opened the door, he was even surer that he’d never met this woman. Her body was squeezed into a tight red dress that almost looked like it had been painted on. Her proud, light brown breasts looked like they were about to pop out of the dress and the short hem length just barely covered her curvaceous rear end. Her belly was slightly rounded, her short legs were shapely. If he’d somehow been able to forget her face he knew that he’d never, ever, forget her body.

She pushed past him without an introduction and began berating him about how her father was about to be deported, how her mother was worried sick, how he wasn’t doing his job. As she ranted and raved, Lionel struggled to figure out who her father was. He would have asked but, in her present temper, Maria wasn’t letting him get a word in. When she finally stopped to catch her breath, Lionel was able to figure out which case she was talking about. He assured her that her father had been a naturalized US citizen for two years and could not be deported. At most, he might have to pay a small fine for driving under the influence and attend a few classes. It was his first offense and, though he’d flunked the Breathalyzer, he was just a hair over the legal limit.

Maria’s mood did a quick one-eighty.

“Papa can stay in America? You can do this? You are a much better lawyer than I thought. I apologize for insulting you. Please forgive my angry words. I was not being fair. How can I ever make it up to you?”

Lionel tried to reassure her that he hadn’t taken any of it personally and that he could understand why she was upset. He said he admired how she was willing to fight for her father. He said she had spunk.

Maria wrapped her arms around his neck. Her soft, sweet body was pressing up against him. Her perfume smelled of exotic flowers. Her prominent pubic mound was grinding against his crotch, causing his dick to stiffen. He later told himself he’d tried to break her grasp but deep down inside, he knew that he hadn’t tried real hard.

“You are a great lawyer and live like a poor man. You do not steal from the people. You are a saint,” Maria said in a husky voice.

Lionel’s attempt to protest was cut off by her passionate kiss. He had been so long without a woman. He soon found himself returning the kiss with fervor. His hands drifted down to her marvelous butt. He was sure she wasn’t wearing any panties. The mere thought was enough to increase his horniness. When Maria’s hand moved down to rub his crotch he was so sexually excited that he feared he’d cum in his pants.

“Senor Lawyer, you are big and hard,” Maria said with a giggle. “It is not healthy for a man to become so excited and not get relief.”

She quickly stripped him from the waist down. Holding his throbbing erection firmly in her soft hand she guided him to the couch. Lionel sat down and Maria stroked his dick gently and ran her sweet lips along his neck, moving slowly up to his mouth as Lionel freed her lovely light brown breasts from the top of her tight dress. His hands worshipfully rubbed her dark brown nipples, marveling at their erect size. Maria’s deep kiss intensified, she was moaning from his gentle touch. Lionel was softly groaning from her gentle hand job. His lust for this beautiful young Mexican girl was becoming uncontrollable.

Maria stood up for a moment and pulled her dress up to her waist. Lionel got a quick glimpse of her dark bushy cunt before she lowered it on to him. Her pussy was tight. Its hot moisture enveloped his hardness. She was on his lap, her long black hair dangling in his face, her beautiful round coffee colored breasts bouncing right in front of his eyes. She began fucking him with a heated passion Lionel had only imagined in his most secret dreams. Her hips were sliding back and forth, grinding his cock in and out of her succulent cunt. She was moaning and whispering incoherent cries of passion up against his ear while she fucked him harder and faster, pinning him down on the couch with her thrusting hips.

Lionel grabbed on to her tight round ass, amazed by the hard muscles he felt under the soft silky skin. The muscles seemed to ripple with her passionately intense fucking motions. It felt like his entire body was focused on the sweet heat of her sliding pussy and the intense pressure building in his balls. Sweat was pouring down his face, his heart was pounding rapidly, and his breath was coming out in gasps and groans. There was no stopping this mad rush to orgasm, not with this squirming young woman milking his prick for all her priceless pussy was worth. It came upon him like a powerful explosion of thunder. His fingers dug into Maria’s lovely round buttocks, his hips jerked off the couch. His cock ejaculated deep into her fiery hot cunt in spastic bursts, draining him down to his roots. He thought he was going to die and couldn’t think of a better way to do so. His nostrils drank in the smell of her flowery perfume mixed with their mingled sweat and love juices. In the distance he heard Maria’s panting moans.

Lionel did not know whether he would ever see this sexually enchanting, young Mexican woman ever again but knew, for sure, that he would never forget his first taste of habanera and honey.

October 7, 2008

To Dean it was just another adventure. His wealthy parents had died in a car crash a few years back. Dean was happy to let his older brother run the family business. He lived quite happily off his share of the dividends and interest from the family fortune. He was twenty-five and didn’t have any plans of settling down soon. Why should he? He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted and if he fell, well, money has a way of making sure you always land on your feet. Dean was a cat man and he knew it, in fact he reveled in it.

He’d grabbed the flight to Lukla on a whim. He’d been in Katmandu and decided to do some exploring. Dean knew he was in no shape to take on Mt. Everest on any other monsters in the Himalayas but figured it would be fun to poke around the foothills. He’d slipped a hippie girl in Katmandu a Franklin after sleeping with her and she’d given him the name of a guide named Dorjee who worked out of the Namche Bazaar. She claimed he’d be perfect for Dean’s needs.

The cab ride from the primitive Lukla airport to the Namche Bazaar was bumpy and adventurous. Dean got out of the cab stiff and bruised. Fortunately, it didn’t take him too long to find Dorjee, everyone seemed to know him and their directions were good, even if their English was a bit shaky. The little guy wasn’t much older than Dean and he seemed horrified by Dean’s total lack of gear. Dean pulled out five Franklins and Dorjee just stared at him. When he added five more, Dorjee nodded his assent. When Dean asked about a hotel for the night, Dorjee just shook his head negatively.

“You stay with me tonight. We must start early. I must purchase your gear before we go. I do not live far we can walk. The exercise will do you good.”

Dean found Dorjee’s home primitive but clean. He found Dorjee’s wife, Sanguru, just about the most attractive little thing he’d ever seen. Her big brown eyes stared out of a face that combined the best features of her Tibetan and Indian blood. Her beautiful eyes were slightly slanted, her flawless skin was light brown, and her long, black hair was tied back. A colorful sari that did nothing to conceal her ripe round curves was wrapped around her sexy body. Dean couldn’t keep her eyes off her as she moved around fixing dinner. She giggled at his jokes. Dorjee merely grunted.

They turned in early, Dorjee reminding him that they would have to be up before the sun. Dean often didn’t rise until about noon but figured there was no sense arguing with the tough looking little guy. He tossed and turned on the bed for about an hour. Visions of Sanguru’s naked little body were floating through his brain, hardening his cock. He had just reached inside his briefs to stroke it when he heard the floor creak. He looked up to see Sanguru standing by his bed. Her long black hair was hanging down over her shoulders. Dean watched in wonder as her gown floated to the floor. Her naked beauty was even more than he had fantasized.

She put her fingers to his lips.

“Be quiet,” she whispered, “Dorjee is asleep. We don’t want to wake him.”

Dean wasn’t about to argue with that, not with this small tight naked brown body leaning over him. He took one of her small but full breasts into his hand and began sucking on her dark brown nipple. Her hand was in his briefs pumping his hard dick. Her soft skin smelled of patchouli, it was warm and smooth in his hands. She pulled down his underpants and mounted him. With her small brown hand she grasped his thick white cock and guided it to her wet pussy. Dean sighed as her sensational warmth enveloped his erection. She began playing with his pink nipples, making them erect as she fucked him, her finger nails flicked at them sending little rushes of pleasure through his chest to join the pulsating waves of lust surging through his crotch. He grabbed hold of her swaying tits, holding one in each hand as he played with the rubbery nipples.

Sanguru was biting her lower lip to stifle the little groans of pleasure he heard deep in her throat. She was bracing herself with hands on either side of his head as she concentrated on fucking his brains out, her little butt bouncing up and down against his balls as her pussy muscles did magical things to his throbbing cock. He let go his grip on her playful tits and grabbed hold of her fine little ass. Her buttocks were soft but firm, he could feel her muscles working while she fucked him harder and faster. He could hear soft slapping sounds as her light brown flesh pounded against his thrashing white body in the dark room. He was lost in a red haze of fuck lust, thrusting up against the tight Nepal pussy that was jerking his dick as if it had small velvet fingers and, somehow, simultaneously sucking on it as if it was a hot, fragrant mouth. Dean bit his own lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. He had no idea what that little tough guy, Dorjee, would do if he caught him fucking his horny little wife but he imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant.

Dean couldn’t have been more correct. He was just about to cum when he saw Dorjee in the doorframe, pointing an automatic weapon in his direction.

“Out!” the tough little guy yelled.

Sanguru jumped off him but Dean’s orgasm was unstoppable. He gushed wads of hot sperm on his pale belly as the muzzle of the AK-47 pointed toward his balls. Still holding the weapon, Dorjee threw Dean his clothes.

Dean dressed quickly as he stumbled through the house, trying desperately to make the door before the little tough guy decided to start shooting. He was almost crying as he began to run toward the bazaar.

Back inside the house, Dorjee was smiling at his sweaty, naked wife.

“Thank you for your help,” he said, “To try to guide an out of shape idiot like that, even through the foothills, would have been a nightmare. Your services alone are worth the money and more.”

“Did you enjoy the show?” Sanguru asked seductively. She knew he had been watching through a crack in the door. It had excited her.

Dorjee leaned the rifle up against the wall and took her in his strong arms. Sanguru could feel his erection pressing up against her damp crotch. It was going to be an enjoyable evening.

October 5, 2008

I’d never been friendly with a black girl before but Tamara was different, not only different from any black girl I’d ever met but different from any white girl, as well. Some of it might have been that she grew up in Jamaica and had a lilting British/Caribbean accent that didn’t seem as threatening as the ghetto speak of the other black girls I knew. Whatever it was, we hit it off from the first day she started working in the grocery store. When she was working the register and I was bagging, it was more fun that I’d ever had in my short sweet life. One night we were out on break together and I fired up a skinny joint. She gave me a big old grin, her pearly white teeth just shining in her pretty black face and took to sucking that smoke down like a pro, no coughing or nothing. With a bit of buzz on I finally found the guts to ask her out and just about shit my pants when she said yes. I knew my daddy would just about flip if he knew I was dating a black girl but figured what he didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt him none.

Our county has got one of the few drive-ins left in the whole state and since I already knew Tamara liked movies, I figured it was a right good choice for our first night alone together. I like fixing up old cars and I had me a 59 Caddy that I put some special effort into the next few days figuring I’d give her a surprise when I pulled up in the big pink monster with it’s chrome glittering. Well, sure enough, her eyes got all big when she came out of the door and saw that big finned beast all waxed up and looking fine. She always struck me as pretty but usually I just seen her in a blouse and jeans. That night she was wearing a flowered dress that sort of swished around her round hips and highlighted her big round boobs. Her bare brown arms and sexy legs were a sight to see as she came bouncing down the stairs and got in to the Caddy. Her hair was all done up in cornrows and the megawatt smile she gave me just got my heart a thumping something fierce.

When we got to the drive-in I parked the beast near the back hoping to be away from all the families with their screaming rug rats. I’d rolled me up a little number and after awhile pulled that little doobie out. Well, y’all can just imagine my surprise when Tamara reached into her purse and pulled out a joint that looked like a cigar. I put my skinny little thing away while she fired up that big thick fellow. From the first taste I could tell that this was some potent weed, indeed. By the third hit I was pretty wasted, by the fourth I was wondering how I was going to be able to drive us home. It was just about then that I felt Tamara’s hand on my crotch.

She stubbed the gigantic roach out in the ashtray and leaned forward. I didn’t hesitate for a second. My lips met her soft, full black lips and soon our tongues were tangling with each other. She was wearing some kind of spice and flower perfume that went straight to my head. Between her scent, my buzz and her sweet brown hand rubbing on my crotch, I didn’t have a chance. My dick was as solid as Sears. I slid my hand under her dress and started caressing her smooth inner thigh and she didn’t protest none, in fact it just got her to kissing me even harder. When I slid my hand up towards the Promised Land I got me one whale of a shock. I was expecting to feel panties but my fingers landed on moist curly hairs. When she unzipped my pants and reached for my hard cock I just moaned in her sweet mouth. Pretty soon her black hand was jerking on my white dick while I was fingering her hot wet black pussy. We kept on kissing something fierce while we squirmed up against each other. When we finally broke off that long passionate kiss I wasn’t too surprised to see that we’d fogged up the windshield. Normally that would have made it pretty tough to see the movie but it was getting pretty obvious that neither of us was exactly in a movie watching mood.

When she climbed over into the back seat I had me the lovely sight of her big round brown ass and I followed right after it. I pulled down my pants and briefs and she shucked that dress in near record time. I grabbed me one of her big black boobs and just commenced to sucking on the nipple. That caused her to start moaning and before I knew it she was grabbing my white hog and pushing it toward her moist black cunt. It didn’t seem like a good time to argue. Her pussy felt hot and tight and I slid in just about as deep as I could go. Tamara wrapped her strong black legs around my back and we commenced to fucking like we invented the sport. My balls were bouncing round the crack of her big black butt and her soft round tits were pressed against my chest as I drove my hard white cock into her pulsating black pussy over and over again driven my the pressure from her rocking legs. Our bodies were slapping together in a fuck frenzy, her black smooth skin just a pounding back at my skinny sweaty white body both of us groaning with lust while we screwed like manic minks. Maybe it was the weed but I could swear I could feel my balls bubbling with cum as the tension built in my groin. It wasn’t too long before all that bubbling and churning got to the point when I knew I was about to burst. Tamara reached down between out sweaty bellies and began frigging her cunt and moaning that she was gonna cum. I tried holding off as long as I could but when her hips started pounding up against me like a jackhammer it was getting pretty hard to hold off. Then she did something that just blew what little was left of my mind.

Just as her body stiffened and I felt her pussy muscles clenching round my throbbing dick she reached behind me and stuck a long black finger right up against my puckered little asshole. Well, that just drove me further into her hungry hot black cunt and set me off like a fourth of July fireworks show. I began cumming like I’d never cummed before, it felt like I was squirting gallons of hot white sperm into her throbbing pussy in jerking squirts while her long finger fucked my ass. I just about passed out and, for a moment there, thought I might actually die from the pleasure.

As I lay there in the back seat of the Caddy, holding Tamara tight and trying to catch my breath I came to the realization that my daddy was just going to have to flip and then get over it. I knew there was no way I was letting this girl go, even if it took marrying her. I intended to jam with Tamara the rest of my life.