I start to flicker my tongue at your belly button as you stand in front of me. I move my tongue up the center of your stomach as I get on my knees on the bed so that I can bite gently on your nipples. Then, you lift my chin up so I am looking deeply into your soft bedroom eyes, and you begin to tongue-kiss me with an intensity I have never known. My pussy is so wet! I can feel drops of my own juice running down the center of my thighs as the rain continues outside and the cool breeze invades our private haven through the open patio doors.
You take me by the hand and lead me over to the table with the linen cloth where we had shared our romantic meal. You tell me to lie down on the table as you sit in a chair directly in between my legs. I oblige and you anxiously begin to suck on my throbbing clit. It is covered with my juices by this point. You hold my thighs open with your hands and use your fingers to hold the lips of my pussy open so that you can partake of my sweet pearl. I moan as I lose control of my body, surrendering myself to you completely. I feel your tongue direct its way into my throbbing pussy walls. You stick a finger into my ass and begin to finger-fuck it while you tongue-fuck my pussy. I grind my pussy up into your face and begin to cum. I can feel you sucking all of it out of my pussy. After a few more moments of concentrating solely on my pussy, I can feel you lapping up all the juices that have trickled down my thighs earlier, as if to make sure you let not one drop of my sweetness go to waste.
You stand up between my legs and ask me if I am ready to feel you inside of me. I tell you I want nothing more. You stick the fingers of one hand into my mouth. I begin to suck on them as your other hand is still busy fingering my ass. As I lay there looking up at you, suckling on your fingertips, I see you lean forward and feel the head of your dick opening my pussy. You glide it in, and I arch my back, pushing my pussy farther onto the edge of the table and onto your dick. You glide your dick in and out of my hot, contracting pussy, making me take a little more of it each time it invades my sugar walls. Our moans are in unison now as we both take pleasure in our bodies melting together.
You fuck me harder and harder until I can feel your balls slamming up against my ass. I can feel myself climax again, and I let out a low scream. I caress my nipples with one hand and grab you by the back of your neck with the other, making you bring your dick deeper into me.
You lift me up gently, your dick still buried deep inside me, and carry me back over to the bed. You press my legs over my shoulders, using your chest to hold them in place, and begin to fuck me with no mercy. I cannot take it. I grab onto the headboard trying to pull away as you pound your dick deeper and deeper into me. I can feel the head of your dick inside my stomach. It is a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, but I want it all. I want you to tear my pussy up, fuck me like I have never imagined, so I take it and I cum over and over again. Orgasm on top of orgasm.
Time loses all meaning. We continue to fuck for what seems like hours on end. Long after the rain has stopped and our Perrier bottle is filled with memories of our first night together, as the sun begins to fight its way over the horizon, you are still fucking me.
I bury my head sideways into a pillow while you hold onto my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pump your dick in and out of my pussy from behind. As cum trickles down the inside of my thighs onto the sheets below, I silently hope to myself that it never ends.
Sock It to Me
Have you ever seen a man whose body just looked like the words F-U-C-K M-E spelled out? If not, then you’ve never been inside Lou’s Gym in Washington, D.C., and laid eyes on Geren Stevenson, also known to me alone, as Mr. All That. What can I say, ladies, except he is all the things any red-blooded woman’s dreams are made of rolled up into one. When you look at him, you can’t help but want to lick him all over like a lollipop.
My uncle Lou owns the gym. I worked there in the evenings, doing mostly nothing. I did close up nights because my aunt Geraldine liked Uncle Lou to be home in time for dinner. She’s one of those old-fashioned, big-boned women who believes she needs to cook soul food every night. Thus, Uncle Lou rushed out of there no later than six every evening to go chow down on his fried chicken, collard greens, and sweet potatoes or whatever his woman had slaved over the hot stove preparing all day.
Geren came in five nights a week, Monday through Friday, like clockwork. He came in straight after work and arrived about seven. I didn’t close the gym up until ten, so that gave me plenty of time to watch him work his ass. He was about six feet tall, around 200 pounds of solid muscle, as deep chocolate as it gets. Like the old adage says, The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. He had a bald head, a beautiful smile, and dark bedroom eyes. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s ass all over. Simply put, I was hopelessly head-over-heels in love with him.
Geren was an accountant by day and an amateur boxer by night, a heavyweight. He would come in to work out with his trainer, Willy, and his sparring partner. I loved to watch him. The way he pounced around the ring, the way the muscles in his arms contracted as he swung them back and forth, the way he bobbed his head from side to side so he wouldn’t get knocked the hell out. I even loved the way he smelled. He always smelled like heaven to me. Most men have that au naturel smell after working out, but not Geren. I would have licked his ass dry, sweat and all.
Unfortunately, I was not the type of woman Geren was attracted to. He had all these tall, beautiful, sexy, big-tit women in nice clothes and lots of makeup coming in there looking for him all the time. The kind of women who wouldn’t even walk to the corner store until the hair, nails, and face were done. They were all in their early to mid-twenties.
On the other hand, there was me. Only eighteen, five years younger than him, flat-chested, and barely pushing 100 pounds soaking wet. I was taking some courses at the local community college after barely making it through high school academically. My uncle Lou was kind enough to kick me some money for working for him, but he wasn’t paying me much of anything. My future was looking pretty dismal at the time, and my love life wasn’t looking any better. I was a big-time tomboy, always in sweats or baggy jeans, but after all, who needs to dress up to work behind the front desk at a gym and hand out towels? My hair was cut real short, and my nails were stubs since I used to bite them all the time because of nervous energy.
I had only been with two men, the boy I lost my virginity to in the ninth grade and my high school sweetheart. He ended up going away to another state for college. Geren was my dream lover, but there was no way he would wanna get freaky with the likes of me.
Then, the big snowstorm of ’92 changed my life. It was one of the worst snowstorms in Washington, D.C., history. The cars were covered completely with snow and ice, people were ice-skating down the street in front of the White House, and even the entire federal government was shut down. Even though it was a horrible day weatherwise, it turned out to be the luckiest day of my life.
Why? For the first time, Geren and I were completely alone in the gym. I told Uncle Lou I would stay and keep the gym open because I walked home anyway. The small, cozy flat I shared with my mother was only about three blocks away, but Uncle Lou and Aunt Geraldine lived on the other side of town. They did the Jefferson thing, you know? Started a successful business and did the moving on up scenario.
Geren was working out on a punching bag. He also lived within walking distance, so it was all good. He was alone. His trainer couldn’t make it in because of the snow. There had been a few other stragglers, but they all left about 8 P.M., an hour earlier. I was pretending to watch an old rerun of Sanford and Son on the time-weathered, black-and-white television Uncle Lou picked up at a pawnshop. The picture was barely visible, and there was a clothes hanger where the broken-off antenna used to be. I was not really watching it anyway. I was too busy watching Geren out the corner of my eye.
He was beating the hell out of that punching bag. I remember thinking how sorry I would feel for a man who pissed him off in a dark alley. He finished up his workout by jumping some rope. I could envision h
is dick bouncing up and down in his jock strap and trunks. My pussy was so wet.
Then, he asked me what was up and I freaked. I said the typical D.C. answer of the ’90s, “Just chillin’.” I freaked, because that was the first time he had ever said anything to me. In all the time he had been coming in there, he never said a word to me. He would walk up to the front desk from time to time, I would hand him a towel, he would smile, and that was it. I guess he felt he should say something to me, since we were the only two people there that night. Little did he realize, he had just made my fucking decade.
I almost creamed on myself when he started wiping the sweat off his body with a towel and then started guzzling down a bottle of ice-cold Gatorade. He reminded me of one of those Diet Coke commercials where all the women in this office are waiting anxiously for the soda delivery man to come in and guzzle down a soda so they can cum all over themselves. I wondered how many panties would get wet if those same women were there at that very moment watching Geren guzzle. I seriously doubted there would have been a pair of dry panties in the house.
He started walking toward me, with his boxing gloves tied together by the strings and hanging around his neck, bouncing around on his six-pack stomach. I panicked. Why, I’m not sure, but I just did. I started to hand him a fresh towel, figuring he would get the towel and hit the showers as usual. He didn’t. Instead, he leaned on the counter and started a conversation with me. He was so fucking fine, I wanted to just reach over, grab him by the neck, and bury my tongue in his mouth. Somehow, I managed to control myself. I was too shy to ever do anything that provocative anyway.
Quite to my surprise, we had one hell of a conversation. We found out we had a lot of the same interests, such as music, sports, movies, and even baseball cards. I have been collecting them since early childhood, and it was the same with him. He told me how most of the women he dated didn’t know a thing about sports and how cool it was to find a woman who actually liked them. I was shook because for the first time he was talking to me like there was some interest there. I figured it must have been my imagination, ’cause no freakin’ way would he get with the likes of me.
The snow was coming down like crazy. It was nearing ten, so I told him I needed to lock up soon. He asked me to hold off long enough for him to take a quick shower, and I told him it was no problem. He took a fresh towel and headed toward the locker room. When he got there, he turned around and said, “Wanna join me?”
I was tooooooo through and couldn’t manage any words at all. I figured I must have misunderstood him until he extended the invitation again. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “If you wanna join me in the shower, I would love that!” He noticed my hesitation and added, “If you change your mind, come on in!” Then he disappeared into the locker room. A couple of minutes later, I heard one of the showers go on.
I was frozen, didn’t know what the hell to do. I thought about how long I had wanted him and how this chance may never come again. I thought about how my mother would always tell me, when I was a little girl, that the only thing to fear is fear itself. I thought about how his strong hands would feel all over my body and how much I wanted to caress his silky, soft skin. I thought about how much I used to want a man to fuck the hell out of me. My high school sweetheart had been a huge disappointment in the area of lovemaking. Bottom line, why the hell not?
I locked the front door of the gym and went into the men’s locker room. I walked down the row of lockers until I got to the end, where the shower stalls were lined up against the wall. I could see Geren’s sexy silhouette through the frosted glass of the one he was occupying. I opened the door to the stall, and before I could utter a word, he reached out, grabbed me through the steam, and pulled me inside with him, clothes on and all.
Geren lifted me up against the wall. I put my legs around his waist as he buried his tongue into my mouth. He was not the best kisser in the world, but as much as I craved him, he could have sucked both my lips clear off and I wouldn’t have cared. What I loved about him, straight off the bat, was how powerful he was. I could feel his dick, hardened, in between my legs. I couldn’t wait to feel it deep inside me.
He pulled my red sweatshirt over my head and off. Then Geren removed the bra that was covering my itty-bitty titties. My breasts may not be big, but I still derived much pleasure from having him suck all over them. My nipples could have cut Sheetrock. I took the tip of my tongue and licked straight down the center of his bald head while he bit gently on my nipples. I had always wanted to fuck a bald-headed man. It meant I would have two heads to lick instead of just one.
Geren let me down just long enough to finish taking off my clothes, which he did with a quickness. Within the next two minutes, everything from my sneakers to my panties was soaking up water on the floor. He picked me back up against the wall, with the water cascading down both of our bodies, and I could feel the head of his dick rubbing up against my baby-fine pussy hairs. His big body felt so good up against my tiny frame. The other two men I had been with were small men, but Geren outweighed me two to one, and his dick was so huge.
I felt the head of his dick invade my pussy walls, and then his entire dick was inside me. It was so big that I almost felt paralyzed at first. I had to get used to it before I could try to maneuver my pelvic muscles on it. I started kissing him deeply and palmed the back of his head like a basketball. His dick was the bomb. We fucked for a good half hour in the shower, and then he came. I could feel his hot cum shoot up inside me. I have no idea how many times I came during that time period, but it was at least five. Geren dick-whipped me something good.
We got out of the shower, and I thought we would just get dressed and leave. I always kept some extra clothes in the ladies’ locker room, but his ass wasn’t hardly finished with me. He laid me down on one of the benches in the locker room and then straddled the bench himself, lifting my legs all the way up in the air and wrapping them around his neck until just my shoulders and head were still on the bench. He bent over slightly, bringing his mouth to meet my elevated pussy, and began a tongue expedition. He tore my little pussy up. I came again and again. Then, he let my back rest back on the bench and pushed my legs back over my head like I was a gymnast doing a routine on a balance beam and ate my ass out. I was so in love, in lust, and several other things I can’t even think of the correct terminology for.
He put his dick inside me and picked me up, carrying me into the main part of the gym, bouncing me up and down on his dick along the way. Somehow, he managed to get us both into one of the boxing rings with his dick still inside me. I have yet to figure that one out. There, in the middle of the ring, he fucked me even harder than he did the first time. There was cum everywhere.
We got into the sixty-nine position and devoured each other. Simply put, it was divine. Until that very moment, I had never taken an interest in sucking dick, but I tore Geren’s dick the hell up. I put my lips to the shit and went to town on it. He came in my throat, and I savored every last drop of it. It was downright delectable.
We fucked and fucked all night. We fucked some more in the ring. We fucked on a weight bench. We fucked on top of the front desk. We fucked on the beaten-up leather couch in the back office. That’s where we were when the loud rattle of the snowplow scraping the street in front of the gym awoke us. The sun was streaming through the mini-blinds.
I jumped up immediately when I realized the sun was up and told Geren we had to get the hell out of there fast. He agreed, and we got dressed with a quickness. Geren knew my uncle Lou would come after him with a shotgun if he caught us ass out like that. I threw my wet clothes in a gym bag, kissed him good-bye at the door, locked up, and hurried home before my mother noticed I hadn’t slept in my bed. I was legal, sure, but you know how mothers can get. I didn’t feel like playing twenty questions.
I managed to make it home without falling on the ice and busting my ass. I crept into my bedroom and laid there with my stuffed teddy bear, Casanova Brown. I have had him si
nce second grade. I fell asleep dreaming about Geren.
I figured things would just go back to normal after our night of unbridled passion. I would go back to lusting after Geren while I sat behind the front desk. He would go back to having all sorts of luscious women meet him there. I was content with it, though. Just one night with him was enough to satisfy all my sexual needs for the rest of my life. I didn’t care if I never saw a dick again.
Funny how things turned out. Things didn’t go back to normal. Geren brought me a dozen roses to the gym the very next evening and asked me out on a date. I was overwhelmed and blushed like all hell. We went to a Bullets basketball game and enjoyed it. Both of us were yelling and screaming at the refs and throwing popcorn and all the other normal things the fellas do at a b-ball game.
Apparently, Geren was sick of all the fancy women that weren’t interested in the same things he was and found me to be his ideal soul mate. It was a whirlwind romance. When Christmas rolled around a mere two months later, Geren gave me a jar full of peppermint candy with a small red box hidden in the middle. Inside the box was an engagement ring. I was so stunned with delight, I barely got the word “Yes” out to accept his proposal.
We were married the following spring, I quit community college and went to Howard University, graduated with honors, and I’m now in law school. Geren gave up boxing and started his own accounting firm. My boo is still built like all hell, though. We’re doing very well and moved into the house we had built from the ground up six months ago. We have a set of three-year-old twins, and life has never been better.
Sometimes dreams do really come true. I got my future in check, and I got my Mr. All That. By the way, my uncle Lou still has his gym open, and Geren’s younger brother, Geoffrey, works out there now on a daily basis. He is the spitting image of my boo. I often wonder what lucky girl will snap his ass up. One of you younger sisters want the directions?