Unknown - The Private Party

"Damn…" he moaned. "You're touch feels like a feather on my cock." She smiled shyly and grew bolder with his encouragement. Grasping him more firmly, she tried to encircle his entire girth, but her tiny fingers could not completely close around him. As she started to rub and milk him slowly, he decided it was time to get in the game too.

Hovering over her, he reached a long arm out and gently pulled her closer.

While she continued to play with her new toy, he reached around and took hold of her small jacket, silently encouraging her to let him remove it. Beth stopped stroking him long enough to let the big man pull the garment past her shoulders and then slip it over her arms and off.

With her jacket gone, J had a better view of that creamy cleavage he had been admiring since he saw her. Although she was a petite woman, he could tell she had amazing breasts. He wasted no time in brushing his large hand up her side, lightly feeling the ridges of her rib cage, until he found the plump firmness of her tit flesh straining against the confines of her dress and flimsy bra.

Her sensitive nipples were erect and poking through the fabric and he could easily feel the hard little point scraping against the smooth skin of his palm as he cupped and kneaded her.

Beth closed her eyes and let a little moan escape her throat. Sharp, hot electric sensations shot through her chest and down into her loins as he teased her breasts. While she continued to stroke and pull at his throbbing meat with one hand, the other reached for and found his huge dark testicles bouncing gently below. She lightly massaged and squeezed him there, feeling the heat of his molten seed churning deep inside.

J found the zipper at the back of her black evening dress and felt it glide down easily with a slight tug. He caressed the silky-soft skin of her exposed back and slid lower until he grazed the strap of her bra; with practiced skill, he unhooked it with a flick of his wrist and she felt the release of pressure against her swollen mounds. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she helped him lower the top of the dress until it dropped down almost completely – snagging briefly on her hardened nipples.They both looked down as he reached out and pulled on the fabric. With tantalizing patience, he first uncovered her puffy pink areolas…then the twin points of her turgid buttons aching for attention.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she quickly pulled her arms through the sleeves and allowed the dress to fall to her waist while she reached up and pulled his head down to her breasts. Not needing a further invitation, J slid off the love seat and kneeled in front of the overheated young woman. As she lay back and gasped, he took handfuls of her milky white flesh and rubbed his rough thumbs over her burning nipples. Beth threw her head back and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as she thrust her chest toward him. She parted her thighs slightly to allow him access to her body, and he leaned forward and took advantage, lowering his mouth and flicking her inflamed little rosebuds with his long tongue.

"Ohhhh…uhhhh!Yes…right there!" She panted. Her hand dropped automatically to find and grasp his rigid tool again. In direct response to the maddening sensations he was giving her with his mouth, she frantically rubbed his straining cock. The more he licked and sucked at her sweet breasts, the faster she pumped her tiny fist, making him grunt and shudder.

But he had to taste more, so he moved lower and kissed his way down to the top of her fallen dress. Tossing the bra aside, he scooted back on his haunches, reluctantly causing her to loose her grip on him. She whimpered slightly, but he reached down and firmly tugged at the rumpled dress until it slid down her torso and past her stomach…nearly to the secret juncture between her legs, but her grinding hips stopped his progress.Continuing his teasing game, he leaned down again and kissed the smooth, heaving surface of her belly until he could feel little wisps of hair tickling the tip of his nose. He was close enough that he could smell the musky scent of her flowing nectar.

Almost delirious with desire, Beth's hips began to hump up and off the couch.

This was what J had been waiting for. The next time she lifted up with a jerky spasm, he quickly hooked the dress and slid it down and off her slim hips – then he leaned back and pulled it the rest of the way down her writhing legs and off. Now she was naked and splayed out before his hungry eyes.He couldn't believe how enticing she was – her hard, firm body looked almost virginal – with flawless caramel-colored skin glowing with sexual heat.Gazing lower, there was her flowering sex, obviously moist and framed by a slight tuft of neatly trimmed dark hair.

No longer able to contain himself, he pressed her tender thighs apart and lowered his greedy mouth to her steamy opening. Beth's eyes flew open when she felt him taste her there. She fought to momentarily regain her senses."No…

Please, don't do that!" she begged. Beth always considered oral sex dirty and perverse. Her husband tried to get her to do it when they first explored each other sexually, but she convinced him that she was not interested. After a time he simply gave up and she was relieved.

But this was not her husband; it was a tall black man she did not know, and he did not want to hear her reasoning or argument. J knew he had this remarkable beauty on the verge of ecstasy, and he was not going to turn back now.Parting her slick outer lips with his fingers, he speared his tongue with skilled accuracy at the center of her most sensitive spot and he began to flick and lap at her relentlessly.

"Oh, God..Unnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Beth cried out helplessly. Her small body bucked and jerked out of control while the big man held her tight against his mouth with his strong hands. Her legs flew out wide – kicking and flailing until they at last got hooked up around his broad shoulders. Immediately she felt the first shuddering waves of climax building; she knew she was lost and gave up to it.

The groom was huffing and sweating as he took the bride from behind. Her head was lowered and her long, dark tresses flipped back and forth each time he pounded into her. But Bob couldn't care less about what was happening on the stage. He was laying on his back, nude, with the loveliest black woman he had ever seen kneeling over him, sensuously dragging her slippery vaginal lips over and back against his aching-hard penis. She smiled down at him wickedly, fully aware that her sweet torture was driving him mad with lust. Her pendulous breasts swayed and brushed against his chest with each movement. "You want me, don't you?" she teased.

Unable to stand it any longer, he grunted and thrust his hips up and forward, hitting the mark on the first attempt. The mushroom-shaped head of his manhood easily slid inside her well-lubricated tunnel; the warm, moist walls instantly gripped and squeezed against his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned out her pleasure and pushed back, seeking eagerly to complete the joining. First rising up, then sinking back against him, she could feel his thick rod gliding up and in… farther with each downward shift until their pubic areas ground together.

This was V's first experience with another man since her marriage too, and she was surprised at how quickly she'd been carried away by the illicit urges she felt. Her husband was a great lover, but now all she could think of was this strange man's cock buried to the hilt in her twitching vagina. She needed friction and release, so she leaned back and balanced her hands on his chest to steady herself. She began to rock up and down on him, picking up speed gradually and reveling in the delicious feelings spreading like liquid fire through her feverish body.