Tricia Williams - Our fucking future

“How did you come to the idea that you betrayed me,” I ask recalling her admission. “I knew what was happening but didn’t say anything to you in person or the phone, I should have. I felt guilty not being there to tend to your spirit. I have spoken with Kori and the others and while she forgives me I have trouble forgiving myself,” Lajita tells me with a quiet sadness.

“Let me ask you something right now,” I state getting her attention,” Were I not marrying five of the best women I’ve ever met would you have made me your own two years ago?” I see her smile and feel her curl up next to me quietly. I am waiting for the answer when she pinches my side a little causing me to jump.

“You would be a good husband to any woman, and you will always own a part of me regardless of who wins my heart,” my Indian goddess tells me as we curl up together. We get situated under the blankets and I can feel her start to relax when I pull her tightly against me and whisper in her ear.

“Tomorrow when we wake up you must be ready because I’m taking your womanhood and I’m going to accept your not needed apology by giving you the sex you deserve,” I quietly whisper.

I can feel her tense up for a moment before she pulls her braid out of my face and tucks my arm under her breast. She is a good woman to have around and she does help me feel like some sort of a good man. I’m not looking to add a sixth fiancé mind you but with Lajita there is a peace of mind that allows me to sleep well on Halloween night that I haven’t had in a long time.

Waking up the next morning with a strange yet familiar woman next to me is a sensation that I don’t get very often and considering Lajita is as soft and warm as one could hope I consider myself lucky on what started out to be a bad Halloween. Her hair is still in a long braid down to the small of her back and I’m playing with it lightly as she sleeps, I have short hair all the time and I never play with my women’s hair so I figure might as well have a little fun. I gently prod her a little at her lower back with my fingers and watch as after a few moments she rolls onto her back.

Lajita is still sleeping as she settles on her back but I’m wide awake as I slide down the bed and under the blankets. I get myself in between her legs and make sure she’s still asleep as I start to kiss her legs gently, there is a little moaning but mercifully she shifts and spreads herself wider for me. I get my face right down next to her womanhood and can smell Lajita’s musk; I take my time as I start to probe her folds with my tongue. It’s just a gentle trailing of the my tongue up and down her slit taking care to note where her clit is before working over her warm hole. Immediately as I put my tongue inside I feel Lajita stiffen and moan but I am taking my time. The taste is wonderful and how men can go without eating their women even once I will never know as I settle myself in on my stomach and have a face full of trimmed Indian bush under my nose licking with earnest. Lajita’s legs bend and snake my arms under them reaching around her hips and gripping the top of the blanket so she can’t see under the covers.

“Wha…. Guy is that…. Ohhhhh,” are Lajita’s first words of the day. I’m digging my tongue deeper into her sweet hole and I feel her start to shift her hips to slow my work but I’m ‘hungry’ and Indian is on the menu. I can feel her struggle with the blanket being held around her waist but my grip is strong and I can feel her start to shake a little as a she could be getting close, never done anything with her pussy so I wouldn’t know. I can hear her saying something in Hindi but it sounds frantic and her hips are trying to go all over the place as I bury my face deep in her and go all out on Lajita. At first everything for her stops then I’m dealing with a shaking and moaning woman who is either biting down on something or lost her tongue.

It takes a few moments but she starts to calm down as I have slowed my merciless mouth on her muff, say that three times fast. I let go of the blankets and as she stirs I note it’s lighter as the blankets part and I am dragged up by my head gently till I’m face to face with a very ready Lajita. I was getting hard during my oral work but now I’m feeling like having some fun.

“No,” is all I say rolling off of her and sitting against the head board. “What? What no? Why no,” Lajita asks confused and a little desperate. “If I just take your womanhood then I’m no different than Kamran,” I state being very passive despite my erection.

Lajita is confused for maybe half a second before scrambling up from her spot and onto my lap, her hips have my member pressed against me as she starts to grind the length of me between her folds. As she takes her time with my entry I lift her more than a D breasts with my hands and latch onto her nipple for the first time. As I suckle her nipple and roll my tongue across it in my mouth Lajita’s grinding against me becomes rougher and more intense on her end.

She’s a nice shapely young woman and I let her keep her pace of grinding when the inevitable, at least in my mind, happens to shock her. The head of me slips inside and after two inches Lajita freezes in place and all I can hear is her heavy breathing. I expect my Indian goddess to take her time and slowly adjust, I’m so fucking wrong as she slams down and begins riding me for all she’s worth. It’s long hard thrusts of her womanhood onto my member and if I wasn’t trapped between her and the headboard I would be holding on for dear life. My own orgasm is a little ways off but at this pace and with the new texture of Lajita’s womanhood wrapped around me I won’t be long when I get a warm salty liquid in my mouth. I attempt to stop but Lajita holds my head in place.

“More, suck harder, I’m going to cum again,” She informs and instructs me. I figure out that this is breast milk and while I am not sure I should continue woman asks man does. I go from playfully sucking to trying to deflate her breast through her nipple and the effect it is having on her is one that could probably be heard from the second floor of the building. The headboard is knocking against the wall lightly, Lajita has a death grip on it and her womanhood has one on my member, I’m almost permanently stuck to her breasts and I’m thinking this is the best morning breakfast minus food ever when I swell up and feel that I won’t last long.

I want to say something but as soon as I let Lajita’s nipple go she wrenches my face towards hers passionately and I’m kissed deep and hard. I feel her tongue in my mouths and start to relax a little before uncontrollably bucking my hips against hers as my orgasm takes over. It’s all hard grinding and moaning as I flood Lajita’s womb with my little swimmers and I’m in such a head rush that I can’t tell if she came again or not. The two of us slide down the bed keeping me inside Lajita and we’re still kissing although we’re calming down from it. Finally I pop out of Lajita and she smiles breaking out kiss.

“I came so hard from you trying to get me pregnant,” Lajita whispers as we start to cuddle together. “I thought you were pregnant for a while there,” I reply quietly. “Two men only have ever been inside me like you were and one wore a condom. You are worth everything that Kori said you’d be and more,” Lajita tells me looking me in the eyes and smiling.

“And how long has Kori told that I’d be worth it like this,” I ask wondering at the planning of my Halloween. “Couple years, and while I never could have planned this I can’t think of a better time for you and I,” She says quietly tucking her head against my chest.

It’s morning yes but barely and instead of getting up we settle in talking and playing around in bed. I never had the chance to play with Lajita the first time she crawled into bed with me and the second was all business but now we’re friendly, very friendly. A knock at the door an hour later has us both wondering how this is going to go since she has barely any clothing and all my clothing looks like it’s out of Ghost Rider minus a flaming head. I let her dress in what little practical clothing a belly dancer would have and then take my trench coat to wrap around her as she finally answers the door to a surprised Liz.