Zane's Busy Bodies: Chocolate Flava 4 (3 page)

“This smells nice,” she said after one whiff. “Thank you again, baby.”

When she saw what was in Sarge’s bag, she smiled, stated how much she liked it, and thanked him, too.

“Go try on Sarge’s gift,” I urged with a smile.

“I don’t think so,” she replied with her head tilted downward
and looking up at me, giving me that look that asked what are you up to.

I whispered, “Happy birthday,” as I leaned in to give her a kiss, only this kiss was more sensuous. I gently tugged at her bottom lip, causing her mouth to give slightly, letting her lips part. I then licked across her upper lip before exploring the inside of her mouth with my tongue.

“Mmmm,” escaped her mouth.

While the kissing continued, I started to massage her 36 C-cup breasts. For a brief moment, her breathing began to become unsteady and choppy when I began to unbutton her blouse. With little resistance, Sam grabbed the top of my hand to stop me, while looking in the direction where Sarge was seated.

“We have company.”

“There’s nobody here but us,” I whispered as I continued with my quest and was very successful in freeing her twins. I took one of her breasts in my mouth and gave Sam’s nipple a soft bite. I used my tongue to spiral around her nipple and began to suck moans out of her.

“Mmmm,” she moaned while stroking the back of my head.

My tongue slithered like a black mamba snake up her chest, licking the nape of her neck up to her earlobe. Ever so gently, I caressed her face and brought her lips to me once more, and we kissed.

“I told my boy you have some good pussy,” I whispered, informing her that Sarge knew of some of our sexcursions.

“Oh, really? And why would you do that?”

That seductive look in her eyes said it all. Without any resistance, Sam allowed me to remove her shorts, and I started working my way down to eat her pussy. In the midst of making my way downtown, I managed to unbutton and unzip my jeans
to free Willy, my seven inches of dangling fury. Sam’s pussy was extremely wet and warm. The moisture probably made itself visible through her panties. I was too consumed with trying to get my eat on to find out. I used my thumb and index finger to part the lips of her pussy, allowing her swollen sex antenna to receive an oral transmission. After giving that clit my version of birthday licks, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so that Sam could suck my dick. I stood up and grabbed the headboard with one hand for balance and squatted in front of her. When Sam opened her mouth, I teased her by just allowing her to taste the underside of the head of my dick with her tongue, sampling the pre-cum that had eased out from the excitement. She began to suck me in as if her mouth were a vacuum, inch by inch until she reached the base and her nose teased my man forest.

While I was enjoying some major oral surgery, Sarge sat with his eyes glued to the TV as if he was in a trance. I knew that there were still people partying on the other side of the bedroom door, and my adrenaline was at an all-time high because of what was ultimately about to go down.

“I told Sarge how good your pussy tastes,” I whispered. “He wants to eat it for you.”

She couldn’t respond because her mouth was full of my dick.

“Hey, bro,” getting Sarge’s attention. “You wanna taste this pussy? I told you it was good. Come and get this pussy,” inviting him to join in.

Without saying a word, he leaped from the chair in a single bound and attacked her pussy like a flesh-eating piranha. While still with her back somewhat against the headboard, Sam was semi-naked. Her shorts had been tossed on the floor and her blouse and bra were hanging off her shoulder. I continued feeding her mouth my dick, and Sarge sopped her pussy like it was
biscuits and gravy. By now, I knew Sam was down for whatever.

“Sarge wants some of that pussy.”

As Sarge took off his clothes, I face fucked Sam before climbing out of the bed and making my way over to the chair to sit down. Sarge returned to the bed, and I witnessed his face disappear between Sam’s legs. Once he came up for air, I sat and watched the two of them transform into one as Sarge drove deep into Sam’s love canal for about fifteen minutes. Sarge handled Sam’s petite frame like a rag doll. He held her legs up in the air and was hitting that pussy like a man just released from prison after doing time for ten years. As I watched the two of them have some one-on-one action, I gave my right hand a workout by stroking my dick. I was always curious what Sam would look like getting her sex on. It turned me on big time to witness it. As he dug deep into her tunnel, Sarge said over and over, breathing and sounding like he’d just finished a set of weights at the gym, “Happy birthday! You know you special.”

He rolled over on his back and pulled Sam on top of him while still keeping his dick inside her pussy. Riding dick is what gets her off, too. Sarge held Sam by the ass and was helping her ride him. After a few good bucks, I knew Sam was cumming because I saw her trademark orgasmic tremble. Witnessing her enjoyment from a distance was like a thing of beauty and seeing that shit sent me over the edge, too. For a brief moment as I was cumming, Sam and I made eye contact.

During her recovery from that big “O,” Sam stroked Sarge’s dick with both hands till he unloaded what looked to be a year’s worth of cum. He lay motionless for a short period of time. Sam climbed down out of the bed and came over to me. She sat in my lap and laid her head on my shoulder while I held her close and stroked her shoulder.

“You have fun? Did you like your gift?” I said as I was caressing her cheek and stroking her shoulder.

“Whew. You are so bad. I’m going to sleep good tonight” was all she said. I tilted her face up toward mine, looked her in the eyes, and kissed her long and passionately.

Sarge got dressed. I got dressed and drove him home. Afterward, I drove back over to Sam’s place. I stripped down naked and climbed in bed with her. I noticed Sam had showered, changed into the new lingerie, was wearing the new fragrance, and was snuggled in a fetal position. As we spooned, I slid her panty aside and put my newfound hardness in her still wet and warm pussy.

“Mmm,” I heard her say as I pulled her close to me and kissed the back of her neck.

“Good night, baby.”

“Good night.”

Harold Armstrong

As darkness covers a quiet city, an overhead light brightens the kitchen of a small apartment. Derek Parker is sitting at a round, wooden table, wearing a white, V-neck T-shirt. Derek is twenty-four, six foot one, 170 pounds. He has an athletic build, a dark complexion, and a short, neatly trimmed haircut. He is a full-time student, working toward a degree in business. The table is cluttered with books and papers since Derek is cramming for a midterm exam. He is busy, taking notes, when his wife calls his name.

“Derek!”

Derek is married to his high school sweetheart, Tracy. She is twenty-four, five foot seven, with a petite frame and short, dark hair. Tracy has dimples and a deep brown complexion. She walks into the kitchen and stands over his right shoulder. She is wearing a pink chiffon baby-doll nightgown.

“Derek?”

He is still focused on his books when she taps him on the shoulder. He turns his head momentarily.

“Hey, baby.”

“Derek, I’ve been calling you.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Derek continues to scribble notations on his yellow legal pad.

“Derek, it’s after midnight. When are you coming to bed?”

“In a minute, sweetheart.”

“You’ve been saying that for the last three hours.”

Derek flips a few pages in a textbook and continues taking notes. Tracy has a playful smile as she begins to massage his neck and shoulders.

“Can’t you at least take a break, even for a few minutes?”

“In a minute, sweetheart.”

Tracy’s smile disappears. She stands behind him with her hands on her hips, staring daggers at the back of his head. She storms out of the kitchen and seconds later, a door slam echoes through the apartment. A short time afterward, a low buzzing sound emanates from behind the bedroom door.

Meanwhile, a couple in another part of the city are having a romantic, candlelit dinner. Shayla is twenty-five, five foot six, 145 pounds. She has a medium brown complexion. She is a thick, busty girl, with long dark hair and red strands blended in with her regular hair color. She has a cute baby face and chubby cheeks. She is married to Kevin Clark. Kevin is twenty-five, six foot two, 220 pounds, with a muscular build. Kevin has a dark complexion and his entire face and head are clean shaven. Kevin is a pastry chef at a popular restaurant. He and his wife are having a special dinner to celebrate their one-year anniversary. They are very much in love and can’t help grinning at each other across the dining room table, while soft music plays on the stereo. Shayla is wearing a red strapless gown, and Kevin is wearing black on black, with a red tie.

“How’s the roast beef, Shayla?”

“Tender and juicy, just the way I like it.” She giggles and takes a huge piece in her mouth. “I can hardly wait for dessert,” she adds.

“You won’t have to wait much longer,” he replies. “But first, may I have this dance?”

He rises from the table and extends his hand. She places her hand in his, and he helps her out of the chair. He escorts her into the living room, and they embrace, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. He spends a few seconds nibbling on her earlobes, then his lips explore the slope of her neck. His hands slide up her curves, and with his fingers, he tickles the underside of her arms. She laughs and pulls away from him. He uses the moment to walk over to a nearby mobile cart and lifts the lid off a cake dish. He reveals a yellow cake frosted with white icing and topped with plump, bright red strawberries. He carefully plucks one of the strawberries off the top and carries it over to Shayla.

“Happy anniversary,” he says.

He holds it up to her lips. She takes a small bite, then invites him to take a bite. She holds the final piece between her teeth. Their lips meet and his tongue pushes the rest of the fruit down her throat. They share a long, passionate kiss. Then Shayla pulls down the top of her dress, revealing her full, ample breasts.

“Happy anniversary,” she says in her high-pitched voice.

She helps him remove his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Her hands caress his muscular chest. He cups her breasts and his fingers gently massage her puffy nipples. Her hands move down to his waist. She unlocks his belt and unzips his pants. She reaches inside his boxers and takes a firm grip on his dick. As she begins to massage it, she feels it bulging within her grasp. They kiss and caress each other, then Kevin helps her out of her dress and pulls her down to the carpet. She helps him out of his boxers while he removes his shirt. With one hand she strokes his dick and with the other, begins to feel his balls.

She smiles playfully, then leans closer and allows her tongue to tease his balls. Her tongue moves upward, following the contour of his throbbing dick. Her tongue reaches the tip and she teases his swollen dick head. Slowly, she glides her tongue back down one side of his shaft, then right back up the other side, down the front and up along the other side again. She repeats the process several more times before allowing his hard, brown dick to fill up her jaws. Her head moves up and down on his shaft. She gently sucks it on the way up, and on the way down, the edges of her teeth graze the skin. Then she begins stroking the base of his dick while sucking on the end. She lets go of him momentarily to position herself on top of his face, allowing him to taste her bushy pussy. Then she stretches forward and resumes sucking on his massive dick.

After several minutes, she moves her body closer to his waist and while holding his dick in place, she eases down on top of it. Kevin enjoys watching her apple bottom bounce up and down on top of his dick. Shayla moans each time her wet pussy slides down and fills up with his big, hard dick. Then she begins to swivel her hips from side to side, grinding his cock deeper inside her warm pussy. She turns her head and smiles at him, seeing the pleasure on his face. She swivels her entire body around and resumes the up and down motion.

He watches her big breasts bounce up and down and reaches up to hold them. Shayla places her hands on top of his. She rides him intensely as his hands move down to her waist, helping her up and down, faster and harder, and minutes later, with the vigorous sensation increasing, they both reach an exhausting climax and cum at the same time. With a satisfied grin on her face, Shayla climbs off and crawls over to the pastry cart. She slices a big piece of cake, lies on his chest, and offers him a bite. He takes
a huge bite, then she takes a huge bite as well. Each of them has white icing on their upper lip. They share a laugh while continuing to eat their anniversary cake.

•  •  •

The next morning, Shayla is driving to work with her coworker and best friend Tracy in the passenger seat. She is telling Tracy about the intimate, candlelit dinner that she and her husband had last night.

“Then, after dinner, we danced for a little bit, then we got naked and . . .”

Shayla glances across the front seat and notices that Tracy seems to be fighting back tears while gazing out the window. As she pulls into the employee parking lot, she finds the nearest empty spot and parks the car.

“Tracy, what’s wrong?” Tracy doesn’t respond. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I won’t tell anybody.”

Tracy turns and glares at Shayla. “You mean like the time in high school, when you told everyone that I was in the broom closet giving Derek a blow job?”

“I told you, it just slipped out.”

“There was a crowd of people waiting with cell phone cameras when we opened the door.”

“I thought you were gonna swallow, or at least wipe your face off before you came out.”

Tracy folds her arms and turns her head away from Shayla.

“Come on, Tracy, you’re obviously upset about something. It’ll help if you talk about it.”

Tracy sighs and turns back to her friend, looking for some reassurance. “You promise not to tell anybody?”