How I became a black cock slut III - Sex Stories

How I became a black cock slut III

... finished most of the bottle by the time we got around to the “grounds”. When we got outside I took out my smokes and asked her if she minded. She said go ahead and so I did. You already know I’ve developed (along with Glenn) quite a smoking fetish and when the nicotine hit me my pussy started buzzing along with my head. I was getting my slut on, and I noticed that Michelle had dropped some of her high manners too. I was also feeling pretty confident because I caught her staring at my rack several times again out of the corner of my eye. She had ok tits, but they were less than half the size of mine. On the way to the stables I told her that I was feeling very relaxed with her and was it ok if a pushed the feeling a little bit. She said “sure” but I knew she was a tad confused too. We were at the stables and I reached in my purse and lit up the pipe I had already stuffed and took a hit. I think she was a bit stunned, but then I stepped close to her and, holding the smoking pipe right beside my tits, I said “go ahead”. She said she really couldn’t, blah, blah, blah; but I just whispered in her ear that it was just between us girls and that my lips were completely sealed. But the clincher was that when I leaned in to whisper in her ear I acted a bit more tipsy and high than I was and totally pressed my tits right against her tits. Then I pulled away, smiled and extended the pipe. She still said no though, but that she wouldn’t mind a cigarette. It was progress and I took it. ...

... Because we were both smoking, and it was a nice day, we extended the outdoor portion of our tour. We sat on a couple of Adirondack chairs and admired her view of the Shwanengunk range. When I moved my chair closer to hers I bent over and gave her a peek of my amazing ass parted by a bright red thong. We talked a bit and smoked together. I brought the conversation around to sex. I said that I really loved Glenn, but that I really missed the “size” of some of the guys I had been with in college-if she knows what I mean. “But Glenn is huge”, she said, “what are you talking about”. Then I used the details of my first big black cock to fill in a lie about a Jamaican foreign exchange student that I pretended I had been with. I used the strategy of starting slow, wetting her appetite, and only alluding to his size and what it felt like, to ease her into it; but then getting very explicit as I got more excited and pretending that I was just talking to myself. But out of the corner of my eye I could see her staring at my rack as she pictured the many details that dwelled on my tits (I pretended they were natural and that I’d always had them), and she was getting a lot more squirmy in her chair. “Oh my God!” I stopped suddenly and swung my attention back onto her, “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. O my God, I sound like such a tramp too! Look, please, you have to promise not to tell anyone-especially Glenn because he doesn’t know and it would just crush him! I better stop!” And I ...