Best Black Women's Erotica (12 page)

“That helps you think?” But Carolyn didn't move; his feet felt soft and warm in his socks. He snuggled them a little closer to her.

Peter and Sara sat across the room from each other. Facing him directly, she suddenly felt shy. Peter picked up the change in her attitude and tried to figure out how to change it back. His dick was throbbing nicely.

“Well, since my buddy can't seem to find his shoes, why don't we put on some music and dance here?” Peter suggested.

Carolyn and Sara hesitated, not wanting to give up the option of going to the club just yet.

“Maybe he'll remember where he put his shoes while we're dancing. What do you call that, physical memory?”

Ahmed put on Earth, Wind & Fire. At first they all danced separately. As Sara moved, she began to lose that wave of shyness. Peter's dancing rekindled her curiosity. The way the man moved made her want to grab his dick, put her pussy on top of it and slide up and down until they both came.

“Hmmm,” she said.

“Hmmm, hmmm,” Peter responded without missing a beat, as if he were right there in her thoughts, just about to come. After two or three songs, the music slowed down. Peter pulled Sara towards him and put her arms around him. She had been anticipating melting into him, their bodies finally able to move directly against each other without the awkward positioning at a barstool. No fantasy, as hot as it had been—
just their two warm and eager bodies pressing together. But something about the way he pulled her to him put her off, interrupting her thoughts about them grinding against each other to a delicious wet frenzy. She pulled back and looked around to see what Carolyn was doing. She and Ahmed were moving together smoothly and Sara couldn't see any light between them.

Peter tried to pull her in closer, which only made Sara pull back more noticeably. During the next song, also slow, she tried to recapture that juicy, slithery feeling that had been radiating from her pussy, but she couldn't seem to get a hold of it. Just when she thought she felt it beginning again inside her, it slipped away. She frowned slightly.

“Hey,” Peter said, realizing they were getting nowhere with Sara freezing up on him, “I heard about this stretching-exercise game thing. You guys want to try it?”

Ahmed and Carolyn were swaying together perfectly, their frames and crotches fitting like pieces of a puzzle. So Ahmed was less than excited about Peter's proposal. He had figured that after a couple more slow drags, he and his new lady friend would retire to another room—maybe even the bedroom. But he and Peter had been chasing pussy together for a long time, and he knew from Peter's out-of-the-blue suggestion that his friend had run into a hitch.

Ahmed thought it was funny how these things happened. In the bar, he thought Miss Prim and Proper was going to pull up her skirt and fuck his partner right then and there. He visualized Sara unzipping Peter's pants, opening his belt buckle, pulling out his dick, leaning him back against the bar, climbing up on the stool, straddling him with her skirt pulled up around her waist, and slipping her juicy pussy down on top of Peter's hard dick while the rest of the people in the bar watched, cheering her on and toasting their wild, oblivious fucking. That would have made quite an interesting bar interlude.
Ahmed made a mental note to keep the fantasy in mind for future exploits. His dick stiffened as he thought about the scene and Carolyn pressed even closer to it.

Ahmed had thought that Peter was going to get to the gold long before he was, but things had shifted—his lady was just about there while Peter's was moving toward the front door.

“A stretching game, huh? I guess I can think of some things I'd like to stretch,” Ahmed said, slipping his hand down to cup Carolyn's pussy through her pants. “Whew, girl,” he whispered in Carolyn's ear, “I think you burned my hand.”

Carolyn responded by breathing into the side of his face. Ahmed didn't want to take a stretching break, but he was sure it wouldn't get in the way of what he and Carolyn both wanted. It would just delay things a little. Sara, on the other hand, was relieved Peter had proposed a change in activity. Maybe she could get over this little glitch.

“Okay,” Peter said, “first take off your shoes and we'll sit on the floor in a square.” Ahmed could almost hear his buddy's mind working to invent the game as he went along. They sat with their ankles crossed, knees out to the side. Peter arranged them so he and Sara were across from each other and Ahmed and Carolyn were across from each other, their crotches open to each other, Sara's panties visible under her skirt.

First, they bounced their knees toward the floor. The movement began to loosen Sara up. The ice pack that had formed down below was starting to melt. When the bottom of her pussy first touched the hardwood floor, she wriggled to press more of it down against the floor. Peter recognized the subtle movement of her hips from her little stool dance at the bar. The girl sure liked the feel of wood between her legs, he thought. And he had his own piece of wood he'd like to let her move around on. His plan was working—but then, he had never doubted his skills.

Carolyn was worried she might leave a wet spot on the floor, not to mention in the crotch of her pants. She and Ahmed watched each other as they bounced their knees and after a few minutes, Peter said he was going to help each of them straighten out their legs into a V shape. He started with Carolyn, touching her ankle, then moving his hand up her leg to her knee and back down to the ankle. He pulled her leg into a straight and more open position. Her leg was shapely and felt good in his hand. He sneaked a look at Ahmed for assurance that he wasn't crossing the line. Both Ahmed and Sara seemed enthralled by Peter's hand on Carolyn's leg. He moved to the other leg, letting his hand brush against Carolyn's crotch. It felt like the temperature went up about ten degrees, and Peter knew it was probably wet, too.

“Hmmm,” he said, still sure he wasn't offending Ahmed or Sara, but instead bringing them along on his sensual trek.

Carolyn's eyes were closed and after Peter got her legs stretched and opened, he moved on to Ahmed. He touched his friend with the same gentleness. Sara was surprised by how aroused she was at the sight of Peter touching Carolyn and Ahmed. It didn't seem to matter that one was a heterosexual touch and the other just this side of homosexual. She remembered wondering in the past whether Ahmed and Peter might have had some physical attraction for each other.

Sara was aching for Peter to get around to her. She bounced her knees harder, pushing her pussy down to the floor. Peter took his sweet time. He could tell from the hush and the rising temperature in the room that his game was exercising his real target—their libidos. And though Ahmed had anticipated fucking Carolyn, he was now considering a very hot foursome. Peter finally got to Sara. He positioned himself in front of her and gently pushed her knees toward the floor.

“You have a good stretch,” he said. He put his index finger at the center of her crotch and let it slip down under her. He
could feel the contours of her pussy, her fat juicy vulva swelling through her panties. He let his finger stay there, pressing gently into the curves of giving flesh that was so hot it almost did burn his hand. He moved his finger upward through the space between her lips, which were about to burst out of her panties, and to the top of her clitoris. He barely touched it, then let his finger drag back down through that inviting opening.

Sara closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted. She had that watery feeling she always experienced when she moved toward orgasm. She pushed harder against his hand. With the movement of her hips, she guided his fingers over her clitoris and toward the opening of her pussy. He teased her a little, moving his fingers away. She grabbed his hand and pushed it even harder against her.

“Whoa, girl,” he whispered. His breath was sweet and hot and his lips brushed her ear. He licked the inner curve of her ear while he ran his finger between the lips of her vulva. “You want me to fuck you right here?”

Sara could feel a groan building and had to work hard to suppress it. She wanted to shout “Yes,” spread her legs, and let him enter her with everything—fingers, tongue, dick, toes. But this little game of him stroking her with their friends watching was so tantalizing and protracted. She inhaled; her breath caught noisily. Sara was sure the floor was wet beneath her.

At some point, Carolyn and Ahmed had gotten up and left the room, turned on by the sight of Peter practically finger-fucking Sara in front of them. It was too much—they needed a bed. They moved quietly, although Peter and Sara were so preoccupied they wouldn't have noticed if the other two had exited on elephants.

Sara opened her eyes and saw that she and Peter were alone. She pushed her pussy into his hand more vigorously. He smiled.

“Feels like you might have a pretty hot fever down here,” Peter said, picking up the pace of his stroking. “Maybe we should take your temperature; I've got a thermometer.” Peter deftly pulled his dick out of his pants. It was hard and thick, chunky, just as Sara had envisioned. The shaft was deep brown, darker than the rest of him; the head was shiny, almost glowing, so tightly was the skin stretched over his aroused penis.

Sara tried to say something, but her mouth was so watery she couldn't form clear words. She had to suck in the saliva so it wouldn't drool down her chin.

“Ooh, I like that sound,” Peter said, his hand working all the time. Fingers probing deeper into the space between her lips and pressing more firmly when he got to her clitoris. “I'd like to feel that sound on a different part of my body.” With his other hand, he took her hand and put it on his dick. She could feel it throbbing.

Her eyes were closed and she let herself sink into the pleasure of his hand stroking her and the feel of his hard penis. Her breath steadily quickened and they both thought she was going to come right there in the middle of the living-room floor. Peter stroked, gradually increasing the pace like the expert he was at getting pussy wet and juicy and ready for a good fucking. Her panties were sopping wet and he slipped two fingers inside, pressing hard into her hole. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them. “Sweet honey pussy juice,” he said. He slipped his wet fingers back under her panties and rubbed and probed. The feel of her pussy made him moan. He put the fingers of his other hand to her lips, then gently eased them into her salivating mouth.

“Ooh, good,” she half-sighed, half-groaned. Sara rubbed her hand up and down his stiff, thick dick. It was rock hard and yet the skin was velvety soft and smooth. She was ready, Peter was sure. Ahmed and Carolyn had left the room, so he
and Sara might as well fuck right there. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and placed them on her shoulder, softly pushing to get her to lie on her back.

She could feel the beginnings of the same uneasiness she'd felt when he'd pulled her toward him as they were dancing. She was determined not to let it grow into something that would keep her from satisfying this hot, throbbing longing between her legs. Whatever it was about his little push that made her uncomfortable certainly didn't outweigh the way his fingers were making her feel, sliding in and out of her pussy, rhythmically and with steadily increasing pressure. She focused on his fingers. Her pussy was opening up and her hips pushed toward his hand in the same rhythm of his stroking. The twinge of uneasiness disappeared and she let herself lie back. He came with her, as if they were attached—and they were, by his stroking fingers—straddling her and letting his body cover hers. The weight of his body was pleasantly heavy.

“You like this hard body, girl?” he said as he pulled her panties down. She kicked them off her legs. “You want this dick inside you?”

He didn't wait for an answer. He kissed her on the mouth. He had been aching to plant his full lips on hers. She opened her mouth and he stuck his tongue in. It was hard and chunky like his dick and she accepted it greedily; a hot current shot down her throat to her pussy as his tongue in her mouth simulated what his dick was going to do.

“Ooh,” she groaned.

They were both ready. More than ready. He hurriedly pulled his pants down and off, opened a condom package and expertly slid the condom onto his dick. He pushed her skirt up, stroking her pussy again and pushing her legs wider apart. This time she didn't feel any uneasiness and gaped her legs as wide as they would go as he replaced his fingers with his dick.

It was wider than her hole. He pushed it gently against her, pushing steadily as her pussy opened up more to accept the head, then the top of the shaft. That boy sure did know what he was doing. She pulled his hips toward her and pushed against him as she opened up to let more of his dick in.

“Ooh, good,” he moaned. He opened his eyes and he saw she was watching him as they fucked. That made him even hotter. “Ooh, good pussy!” He was just about to come when he stopped himself. “I don't want to run off and leave you,” he whispered. “Ladies first.”

He kept his dick in her, but with great control stopped thrusting it in and out. His hard, still dick felt heavy inside her, giving her the sensation of being completely filled up. She could feel the orgasm beginning. He took the tip of his index finger and lightly brushed her stiff, protruding clitoris. She moved roughly against him, pushing her pussy onto his dick as the orgasm radiated from her crotch, moving like a wave that washed over her torso, down through her legs and out of her toes.

She moaned as the orgasm engulfed her. He began to thrust his dick in and out again and they rode through the end of her orgasm and the beginning of his. He stroked, the delicious tension building—and finally erupting.

His warm cum filled the tip of the condom. They stayed like that, his dick in her, frozen except for the occasional spasms of their post-orgasms. Like aftershocks, she thought, feeling completely satisfied.