Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Private Party 6

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.

his sensitive glans. Above him, V moaned out her pleasure and pushed back,

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

His cock felt like it was coated in warm butter. He vaguely heard her gasp and pant above him each time he stabbed up into her. Grasping her flexing thighs for leverage, he slammed his hips up to meet each of her quickening down-strokes. He raised his knees and planted his feet, lifting both of their bodies high off the leather cushion each time they crashed together. Soon he could feel the familiar boiling sensation rising up from somewhere deep within, signaling his impending

her rigid clitoris. Wetting his fingers with her juices, he started to rub against her in a way that matched their furious rhythm. "Come with me!"

between hard strokes.

to notice. Great shudders of pleasure racked her body and she held her breath for fear that the next convulsion between her legs might cause her to black out. Neither of them

her wide-spread legs, hoping to beat the

a tremble of anticipation. She wordlessly thanked the gentle black man she had been with by reaching down and softly running her hand along his impressive length one last time. Then, taking her rumpled dress and dragging it behind her,

the incredible eyes that seemed to pierce right into her heart. Built like a granite statue, his massive shoulders, arms, and chest tapered down to a flat, hard stomach ripped with solid muscle. And there was his cock, erect and perfectly shaped. Not freakishly big,