Sixth time's the charm - Sex Stories

Sixth time's the charm

... dribbles of my cum on her body and said, “I thought I was going to start by sucking you off. I’m glad I did this.” She reached over to find a handkerchief in her purse. I took her wrist and said, “Leave it. I want to see it on you.” She nodded and I finished undressing her and myself and sat her on the couch, thighs spread, and went down on her for ten minutes; she was so excited that that sufficed to give her three strong orgasms in a row. I put her on the carpet on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. I took her cum-soaked tits in my hands and thrust into her as she teased me with hot naughty talk about the color scheme of our situation, and as she came I rubbed my cum all over her chest and neck to dry. I soon joined her, pumping hard into her and keening in joy. As we lay there, she said, “I need a shower. No offense.” “Yeah, it’s not very exciting now.” “Lord no, it certainly isn’t.” I helped her up and led her into the bathroom. “Let me soap you up,” I said, and she smiled and welcomed me into the shower with open arms. After getting the water to the right temperature I soaped her back clean, then remained behind her as I soaped up her breasts. Her breath quickened and I hardened, and she leaned forward and let me enter her slowly from behind again. We moved slowly and reached a quiet, draining orgasm. We lay on my bed after drying off. “What do you want to do today?” I asked. “Nothing. You. I want you all to myself today. We’ll go out tomorrow.” I nodded ...

... and caressed her body as we chatted happily, and soon we talked about our love lives. I had had three serious girlfriends; she had had four serious boyfriends. I asked, “Black? White?” “Oh, black, all of them.” I gave a little curious look and she continued, “I just naturally did. Got along great with each of them. All of them are fine, upstanding men. I mean, what about your girlfriends?” I nodded, “Yes, I know what you mean. Opportunity mostly, I guess, nothing intentional.” “Yes, like that. Though after college I realized I was happy about it. Everybody talks trash about our people, our men. In their face, I say.” We laughed and I said, “But...” She smiled and nodded, “But, then, my first business trip, I saw this gorgeous man in the bar, white, golden hair, beautiful blue eyes, and I was really interested in him. That’s not unusual, it had happened before often enough, but...I was away from home, single, just broken up with my last boyfriend, and we fell into bed. And as he was undressing me he talked about how beautiful my skin was and it just...clicked. It was such a turn-on. And we both felt so uncomfortable afterwards. He left and I was a little sorry to see him go, but I also felt a bit sick. The next time was easier...now it doesn’t bother me much. I’ve...made peace with it.” “And all one-off things?” “Until you.” We lay there quietly thinking. After a minute I said, “It’s strange. It’s nothing important, you’d think. It’s just...the facts, plain and simple. But it, ...