Life happens while you're planning other things.
written by:
Nikki B

Hi! My name is Nikki. Thanks to all you wonderful readers who have encouraged me. I hope I can continue to satisfy you.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm bi, and I have been since college. I have a nice size 6 figure accentuated by my firm upright 34Ds, with nipples that always seem to be apparent no matter what I wear, and a tight curvy butt that I like to show off in short fitted skirts. Average height, (and my weight is appropriate to that, but varies from time to time by a few pounds), shoulder length hair a nice natural shade of reddish brown (but I can be a blonde too), soft brown eyes with glints of gold, and I loooove sex. My lips are smooth as a baby's butt and my mound is usually trimmed to a small rectangle but is now a wedge pointing South again. That can change with my mood to all smooth but never back to natural bush. Right now I'm smooth again. And for you who've asked, yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

My stories are based on things that I've experienced, or my friends have told me about, and some will be pure fantasy, and I have a lot of those. Fantasies I mean.

Some history: I had my cherry crushed in a mini-gangbang with three guys I had been dating, and on the same night my anal cherry got obliterated too. It was the night of my young life. Then it was on to college, and I met up with one of my fuck buddies, Carl, and he and I had our first fmf encounter. I loved all of it, loved it, we all did! But unbeknownst to me, I had yet to orgasm. And for the first two years of my sex life, and I mean sex with other people and not me with a toy, I had not had an orgasm. Really! I thought I was doing fine, I felt amazing with a hard driving cock in my kitty or my butt, thought that was as good as it got, and I wasn't complaining. That changed one night at a swinger party, and I've been highly orgasmic ever since.

This little tale, which happened before I met my husband, is about another first for me. Now you know from the title that it involves me and my first black lover. I should say, my only black lover, at least to date. It was such a wonderful experience that I'll do it again with another handsome man of color if the occasion arises.

It began easily enough; a chance meeting, dinner, sex, but just when I thought it was over ... but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself, let me tell you about the night in question.

The last meeting of an out of town trip was finally over; it had been a long four days. The good news was that the contract was signed, and a day earlier than I had planned, yippee! Although dinner had been planned with our whole team I was tired, I wanted to be home, to use my own bathroom, sleep in my own bed, wake up and roll over and go back to sleep. So I begged off and returned to my hotel. I had to change my flight now, but it was on the company's dime and it would give me a day to relax. I'd have the morning to myself. Already I was imagining a long hot shower and a slow soak in a scented bubbly tub.

A quick drink at the hotel bar was in order, I thought, to calm my jangling nerves. Where's my man Carl, I thought, when I need him, although in actuality I hadn't seen him since college, a few years ago. I thought of him often, especially at times like this. We'd talk on the phone once or twice a year, but we were just too involved in other things to hook up again. I should make it a point to give him a visit, I told myself, and not for the first time. Go see him and get my ashes hauled big time. Carl was the go to guy for me for that.

Still in my work clothes, which was a tailored navy blue suit with the skirt at mid-thigh, a tailored Sea Island white cotton shirt beneath, which barely masked a minuscule demi-bra, the top of my favorite lingerie set, from a European house; the bottom was a pale blue satin thong that wasn't much more than a g-string. I like to feel comfortable all day, and I love to feel sexy. One never knows, does one? Oh, sensible three inch heels, navy to match the suit, with a nude shade of thigh highs. Am I the only woman who still loves thigh highs?

Now I know that not every girl likes the feeling of a thong between her cheeks, rubbing her butt hole all day, but I gotta tell ya, I love it! What could be better than to feel that hidden stimulation throughout the day? That little smile on my face may not be because of the little joke you just told, my friend.

The point here being, I wasn't dressed to go out trolling for dick but I looked presentable enough to stop for a drink in an upscale hotel lounge.

The bar was nicely crowded, with happy hour getting off the ground, more guys than gals, most of them around my age, which would then have been late twenties - early thirties, but I was too tired to even think about trying to hook up. In fact, I had been so busy lately that I realized I hadn't had sex in over a week, and that was a stretch for me. I was more than tired, I was depressed and cranky, too.

I scanned the crowded bar for a seat, saw only one that was unoccupied, between two guys who were talking over it, one leaning on the back of it. He had longish dark blonde hair, and was nice looking from what I could see; both he and the other guy were well dressed in very nice casual shirts and slacks, Blonde Guy wearing very expensive cow boy boots. His companion was black; well, medium brown is more like it. He was laughing at something Blonde Guy had said, and I couldn't help but register that he was the more handsome of the two.

" 'scuse me," as I elbowed past Blonde Guy's arm, "I'll be out of your way in a sec, but I really would like to get a drink." I flashed what would have to pass as my best forced smile, looking at Blond Guy. He was smiling back, a wide toothy grin, his blue eyes crinkling with good humor.

"What'll you have, little lady?" Uh oh! I'm not even remotely a man hating bitch, but that phrase, in that condescending tone, that was something I didn't want to hear just then, or ever. All I wanted was one quick drink and then jammie time. But no! Oh, please! I told myself, be quiet, just get the drink and leave, but before my brain finished sending the message my mouth opened.

"Well, little man," staring him in the eyes with no hint of a smile, "I'd like a top shelf bourbon, crushed ice, in a highball glass, no twist. Can you remember all that?" Immediately I felt like such an ass. What a cunt you are, I told myself. His eyes opened wide, his body tensed, and I felt the need to step back, but before he could find some appropriately insulting words his bar mate interrupted.

"I can remember that," and he gestured to the bartender, a young woman with her jiggly boobs half way hanging out, and with those fully developed girls that was easy enough for her to do. "Best bourbon, crushed ice, in a highball glass, please, no twist," and he turned back to me. "We're not as dumb as we may look." He smiled, a sincere smile. "Looks like you're having a bad day." And the thing that struck me was that he sounded as if he actually cared.

The combination of his smile and his help in getting me out of a stupid situation that was partially of my own doing took the wind out of my sails. "Thanks," and I turned to Blonde Guy, "and, hey, sorry, but yes, I am having a bad day. I just want one drink, and if I raid the mini-bar in my room I'll probably go through everything there." I kept my eyes on him, really wanting to apologize now, but I didn't have enough energy to flirt a little with him. "I'm not usually such a bitch, I'm really not. Crap, this is embarrassing!"

"Uh, bitch isn't the word that came to mind," and I knew he was thinking of the c-word, and I couldn't blame him, "but okay, we all have some downer days. I'm Dan, this is Mitch," and he held his hand out in conciliation. I took it, happy that he was being such a good sport, gave him a strong hand shake, turned to Mitch.

"It's the only empty space, and I guess I barged in, not too smooth of me," and I gave Mitch my hand. "Thanks, both of you. I'm Nikki, " and as he shook my hand I got a slight tingle, and while we held hands just a little too long I could see the warmth of his smile still in his eyes.

My drink came just as Dan was leaving. "Nikki, stay for a bit, Mitch shouldn't be left on his own for very long," and he smiled as he stood to leave. He was tall, and now that I got a good look at him, he was what my sister would call thick, meaning husky, well built, a hunk in other words. "And he's totally harmless." He said a few words to Mitch about meeting later, giving me another broad smile. "It turned out to be a pleasure, Nikki. I hope I see you again," and he walked away. Nice ass, I thought, before turning to Mitch.

That first drink went down a bit too quickly, but so smoothly and tasted so good, that I was about to order another when the bartender placed one on my coaster. I turned to Mitch. We'd been talking for longer than I had realized, mostly about the rigors of traveling too much to not-fun places, but also of some of the better finds on the road, and I felt we were getting along great.

"I thought you could use one more. But that's the last one, I don't want you to be drunk while we're having dinner." He turned to the bartender and asked for the tab. A few minutes ago I would have barked at him for assuming that I'd go to dinner with him, but now, one bourbon to the good and sipping the new one, I was beginning to feel much better. Still, I thought it was time to move on.

"Mitch, I'm tired, I'm cranky, as you saw, so I don't think I'd be such good company. Besides, I'm leaving tomorrow." I was on the fence, though, and I think he knew it.

"Nikki, we're having a good time, no? Take a nap, then get dressed and call me," and he gave me his room number. "You're hungry, too, you have to eat. I'm not going anywhere, and I don't mind waiting. If I get too hungry then I'll go to Plan B." I looked at him, my eyebrows arched, silently asking what Plan B might be. He read my mind.

"I'll go have something to eat by myself." I laughed, and with no further coaxing I agreed.

"Okay, no need to be a martyr. I'll take a half hour nap, then a quick shower, get dressed and call you to tell you I'm ready." He looked at me as if to say, "oh, sure, quick as that".

"If you're so sure that you'll be ready, I'll pick you up at your door in an hour." Oh, Mitch, I thought, smooth, so smooth indeed. Now I had to be ready, he'd be standing there waiting.

"You're on, but don't be early and blame me that I'm not on time."

An hour later, feeling like I'd slept all night after a twenty minute nap, and invigorated by a five minute hot and then cold shower, which included a careful touch up on my Charlie Chaplin and a quick shave of my legs, and the rest of the time making sure my eyes looked spectacular and my hair was the best it could be, I stood by the door, peeking out through the little spy hole. As soon as I saw Mitch at the door, and before he could knock, I opened the door.

"Ah, you're on time," I said before he could say anything. "Let's go, I'm starving!" Right then I didn't want to get stuck in the room, ordering from room service for a mediocre meal. Not tonight.

I saw his eyes taking me in, the little black dress that I'd had for years, and the pearls that came with it, too. Newer shoes, black strappy things that had four inch heels and not much more. They'd taken some getting used to as far as walking went, but by now I had it down, and when I walked I knew that my legs and my butt looked better than anyone else's within view. Since I was in the city I also wore a cute little jacket that matched the dress perfectly, more for style than for warmth.

"Damn, Nikki, you look even better than you did an hour ago. 'Witchy woman, gonna cast a spell on me'," he sang, and I loved it.

"Yes, so be on your best behavior," I commanded sternly, then laughed.

We walked out of the hotel and down the block, to a small Italian café, he'd eaten there before and knew it was very good; a dozen tables in a nicely furnished but still cozy room, with the smallest bar I'd ever seen outside somebody's basement. Subtly lit, the aromas of good food cooking in the tiny kitchen behind the bar, soft opera low enough not to drown out the subdued conversations, a bit of easy laughter from one table, it was perfect.

As our waiter, an older snow white headed gentleman, with a sparkling linen towel draped over one forearm, pulled my chair away from the table, I shrugged out of my jacket, and in that moment that my shoulders were pulled back, and my boobs were thrust out, I felt, rather than saw, that Mitch had smiled at the sight of my slightly more liberated girls. I knew then that the slight buzz I felt in my belly wasn't from he bourbon I'd had an hour ago. It was relaxation, and, dare I think it? Anticipation?

A soft smooth white wine before dinner with some complimentary appetizers, then dinner, which was one of the best I'd had anywhere, and a long time talking over dessert and more wine.

"Mitch, I meant to ask you earlier; what is it exactly that you do that keeps you on the road so much?" I was thinking sales, or marketing maybe, or some kind of support position. I was actually interested, so I was surprised with his response.

"That's not really important, is it? I have no idea what you do, but it doesn't matter. You could be an heiress, or a CEO, or a runaway housewife. I don't care. We don't need to know what we each do to learn who we are."

That took me a second to get my mind around, but I saw the sense of it. We weren't dating, we probably would never see each other again, so it made no difference.

"Okay. In fact, if I was a serial killer I wouldn't come right out and tell you, now would I? "Mitch, the wine is great, and, by the way, I'm wanted for slaughtering a busload of people." So I guess we'll just be us and see how it turns out."

"Nikki, that's the point. We have the freedom to be free tonight. I think it's a great start."

"To a great beginning to an unforgettable night," and I knew I was hooked. Was he reeling me in?

Our tacit agreement didn't rule out anecdotes about our families or college or travel, so the time passed effortlessly, with no awkward gaps in the conversation, no embarrassing faux pas by either of us, it was like we'd just met after not seeing each other for years. Which made me suddenly think of Carl again, the second time that night, and that was a huge mistake. Not a mistake, but, you know, it got my juices going, and I had promised myself that after dinner I'd go back to my room, get to bed early, have a good start on the day tomorrow. But Mitch was so easy to be with, his voice was so soft and soothing, his eyes made me feel as though he was the only man who'd ever really looked at me, listened to me. And, the thought of Carl's long lovely cock had me damp, closing on wet, quickly.

The scraping of chairs woke me to the fact that the staff was beginning to clean up, and I was mildly surprised to see that, aside from one couple who were at the bar, we were the only people there.

'Oh, man, I had no idea it was this late. I guess we should be leaving, let these folks close up." I looked at Mitch and, oh no, now I definitely knew I didn't want the night to end yet. He was just too sexy, too handsome, too nice. I was so horny. My dry spell was about to end.

"But we can have a night cap at the hotel bar; if you want, that is."

"Nikki, I was going to suggest that exact same thing," and off we went, the meal and the pleasant company having totally revived me. I was a new woman, and the new woman wanted this sexy man!

As we walked back to the hotel I was thinking of what it would be like to be in bed with Mitch. Something I'd never done before, had never thought of before. I hadn't known many black guys; a few in college, but that was the one, maybe the only thing, that I hadn't done. No black fantasy, no jungle fever, but now: a handsome guy, I'm half the country away from home, no entanglements, and I'd had a few bourbons and a few glasses of wine. I realized my kitty was a bit moist. Not wet, but once it begins, only one way to stop it.

At the bar I turned to Mitch. "One drink, just one." He looked at me with a tinge of regret in his soft brown eyes. I knew he saw that I was feeling the same thing that he was. "I mean it." I could see the confusion on his face, but he dialed it back and gave me a gorgeous smile. Was he accustomed to having white women blow him off? Somehow I didn't think so.

"Sure, you have to get to bed, get up early, get your plane home." Before he could become upset and maybe even angry I put my hand on his arm.

"Yes, but there's more to it than that. I do want to get to bed early, but I'm not planning to go right to sleep. Unless you decide to stay here, or get into your own bed, alone." To put any doubt to bed, so to speak, I leaned into him, one hand on his thigh, the other against his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady.

"What I mean is," and I gave his thigh a squeeze, "I don't plan on going to bed alone." Now his smile made him even more handsome. "And I don't plan on getting much sleep."

"Nikki, if you're hinting at what I think you're hinting at, ... ,"

Hinting? Hinting!? With a sixteen ton hammer, jeez Louise!

"Okay, just to be clear about this?" I leaned harder against him, my boob crushed against his arm, cupped my hand around his ear, my nipples aching, tingling from the musky fragrance of his cologne as they pressed against his hard bicep, and whispered like a school girl: "I want you to come back to my room and fuck me silly, you idiot." He let out a laugh. I felt a little dribble of kitty cream ooze from my nether lips.

"I can do that." And in that moment I realized that he knew all along what I'd intended, but was letting me lead us there. That confused me for a second; was he playing with me or was I just that transparent? Who cares, I thought, we both want this.

Finishing that drink was one of the most interesting and frustrating events I can remember. We both knew that in a short time we'd be in bed together, and I was running through some passionate scenarios I wanted to explore with my new friend. I was sure he was doing the same thing. There was no rush, we took our time, probably because we didn't have to be careful about trying to get a reading on what might happen. The seduction was over, we were on the same page, so we relaxed and enjoyed the anticipation.

Looking into Mitch's eyes, it struck me that, because of our don't ask/don't tell regarding our careers, I really didn't know anything about him other than what he'd told me tonight. I'm not big on one night stands, I like to know someone before I get to the bumping uglies stage, unless it's a wild party and I know that pretty much I'm going to fuck all comers, pardon the pun. But I liked this guy to make an exception, and maybe to get to know him better in the future.

And then I thought of something else. Oh my god, is it really true? Will it hurt too much? Will I be able ... " and Mitch woke me from my reverie.

"Mitch to Nikki, hello? Are you okay? I hope you're not changing your mind, but if you are, tell me and we'll call it a night." Jeez, I thought, don't give up on me so soon, show a little fight, at least a little. But I smiled.

"Mitch, I'll be honest. I was thinking, I don't really know you, and I don't usually do this sort of thing. It's okay, though, that part's okay. But I got to thinking, um, about the stereotypes, if I can put it that way." I waited, not wanting to offend him, but I thought it was nothing out of the ordinary.

With his spell binding smile he took my hand. "I think I know what you're thinking, and you're just going to have to find out for yourself. I think, though, that you're not going to be disappointed. We'll have some fun, I'm sure. Unless you're a virgin."

I laughed out loud, then covered my mouth with my hand. "Opps, sorry. Listen, this is getting me a little, um, uncomfortable, so let's go."

We both had the same thought in the elevator, we had to kiss. He leaned down. Even with me in my four inch FMQ heels he had to lean down. My anxiety came to the fore again, but the feeling of his soft lips on mine, his hand at the small of my back, holding me against him, his other hand cradling my chin, oh, a very nice beginning. His tongue brushed my lips, I opened my mouth, and the kiss was perfect! I let out a soft moan, he a long sigh, and our tongues mingled until the elevator bell chimed. I felt a bit lightheaded.

At my door we kissed again, this time with a great deal of urgency, and some mutual exploration going on. His hand was cupping my butt, holding me against him, and I could feel the length of him against my belly. I ran my hand down, lay my palm against him, and silently gasped, I had only the middle of the long shaft covered. By the time the kiss, and our groping, was over my hand was trembling with the key card. Mitch took it, slipped it in, and we were inside, beginning to rush now, me unbuttoning his shirt as he slipped my jacket from my shoulders, deftly unzipped my dress and let it fall. I was about to pull my bra off but his hand stopped me.

"No, Nikki, leave it on, even though it lets everything be seen, I like it."

"And the rest?" indicating my boy shorts.

"On, you're perfect as you are. For now." He pulled me to him, kissing me, his fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back, his tongue on my neck, pulling me farther back, his lips at my nips, his other hand pushing my legs open, my breathing was coming in gasps, his finger was probing my wet slit. "Just perfect," he whispered, sucking my nipple in.

He was so strong! I realized he was holding me up, I was suspended by his hand behind my neck and his other hand between my legs, as he continued to lick and suck my nips.

"If you don't stop I just might cum like this! Mitch, stop, please, I can't breathe!"

My feet found the carpeted floor, and I leaned on him to catch my breath as I removed my lingerie. He tore off his clothes, threw them aside. We were both naked in less time that it takes to tell about it.

When we ran to the bed I saw a flash of us in the mirror that covered a closet door. I had never been with anyone that tall, or that dark, and for the first time I saw it, swaying, half hard. It was growing into monster redux, I thought, a dusky twin of my sister Gina's boyfriend Greg, who I nicknamed Horse, the guy whose monster cock I licked and tasted for my first time. "Oh my!" I uttered appreciatively, my focus lazering on his midsection, or a few inches below it.

Mitch saw my reflection in the mirror, he'd looked, too, and saw where my eyes were fastened. "Is that what was worrying you, before?" as we stood crushed together beside the bed. I loved the softness of his skin, the warmth of him, his male aroma, the sense of his strength. Okay, let's face it, I loved the thought of that long fat thick cock in my drooling kitty.

"It did come to mind, yes." He asked me what I had been laughing about when he joked about me being a virgin. "In a sense, I am. I've never, um, been in bed with a black man." I thought I sounded like a complete fool, but I couldn't think of any other way to say it. Instead of replying, Mitch pulled me to him, my boobs against the top of his abdomen, hands on my waist, pulling me more tightly against him, and kissed me again, softer than inside the door, but with his tongue swirling against mine.

He couldn't have handled it better. "Nikki, I'm just another guy, but with maybe a little bigger package, that's all. Forget about that, or try not to dwell on it. We'll be fine, I promise you." I looked up at him, and he took it as a lack of conviction. "I've done this before, I'm not a virgin." That broke the ice for me, and we tumbled onto the bed, with me landing on top of him, and I was happy for that; he must have weighed two twenty.

His hands were all over me, gliding smoothly, making my flesh tingle as he cupped my boobs. "Nikki, you have such beautiful tits," licking my nipple, sucking it in, making my cunt begin to pulsate, and I knew that tonight I'd be overwhelmed with orgasms. He bit my other nipple as he traced the muscles across my shoulders, dipped down my spine, his hand flaring out over my hips. I sighed when he released my nipple with a soft pop, lifting me slightly, and for the first time I felt his cock against my bare skin. It was long and firm; not rock hard, but firm, very firm, and I could feel the outline of the head, a baseball at the end of a bat was what came to mind, and I laughed again.

"You do enjoy yourself, don't you," and he pulled my head back by my hair again, sensing that I enjoy that, getting a groan for his effort, I love that. I told him what I was laughing about and he pushed me back, gently, until I was sitting up and his cock emerged from between my legs. OHH. MYYY. GODDD! It was beautiful, magnificent even. The size was impressive, sure, but this one was in living color. Picture a mahogany rolling pin, but with texture. I'd seen him in the mirror, but close up, it was making me melt. He lay back, hands behind his head. "Go ahead, check it out, make a new friend," and I reached out, took it in my hand.

It was the softest skin I had ever felt. It felt thicker somehow, like supple leather, but warm, not cool, and although it felt firm and not hard, when I squeezed it there was no give beneath the surface. I was murmuring, a soft hum, as I felt it, stroked it, my hand too small to go all the way around, and my hands aren't small. I put my other hand on it, fist over fist, with the head still sticking out, and worked both hands on him for a few seconds, just to get a feel for it, so to speak. I relaxed when I realized that it wasn't as large as Greg's horse cock. I'll keep that to myself, I wisely thought.

"Go ahead, Nikki, make a new friend," he repeated, and I knew what he meant, my lips going to it, kissing the tip, then going around the circumference, my mouth opening, my wet lips gliding on the smoothness, and I felt my kitty begin to leak, felt that wonderful sensation deep in my cunt, mini-jolts that tingled all the way to my nipples, with a simultaneous detour to my butt.

"Touch my nipples, please, they really need it now," and as he played with my boobs I began trying to get all of his luscious looking cock into my mouth. My lips parted and I stuck my tongue out, moved downward, and ahh, he was sliding in, filling my mouth, the head all the way to the back of my throat. I breathed a sigh of relief, and triumph, through my nose.

"Nikki, swing around, I want to play with your pussy while you take me into your throat." I frowned, not wanting to give up my captured territory, but we got resituated, and I got back to where I was, with his mini-monster in my mouth, my hands holding him steady, trying to breathe while I took him, and while he was licking and sucking my kitty lips. Every lick he gave me produced a tremor-inducing thrill, every skillful touch of his fingers burned the flesh on my body.

He stopped licking, his finger began probing, through my lips, making me groan as his long finger went deep into me, then deeper still, sliding across the roof of my wet chamber. "Nikki, I want my cock in here, deep in here," and he wriggled the tip of his finger deep in my cunt, giving me convulsions, different from an orgasm, but very exciting. When he took his finger out I began to turn over, thinking he was going to make that dream happen, but instead he held my butt cheeks, spread them and licked me from my oozing slit to my tight little butt hole. His tongue was doing the probing now, and then his thumb, which felt exactly like a hard cock in there. "And I want it in here, too, unless you're not into that."

"Mitch, I am, I know I'll love it, but you have to stop, please, just for a minute. I want this to last all night, I want to remember this forever."

"That's my plan, too, an all nighter. No worries, I'm good for several pops before I have to take a break. But I want to do everything with you; we may not ever have another chance." I sat up, turned to him.

"What do you mean, several pops? You can keep cumming? No!" Then I remembered one of Gina's other boy toys, Ray, who could cum every few minutes for about ten or twelve pops, and then he was done for the night, but could continue the next morning. "Do you cook, too? I think I've met the perfect man," and I moved my smooth slippery kitty onto his face. I sucked him as he licked me, my hands twisting as they worked up and down on his shaft, until he hit the exact right spot and I was squirming.

"Mitch, I want to cum, I can cum all night, too, so let me cum, please." Rather than say anything he sucked my clit into his mouth and as he sucked and licked I began to feel the beginning of my first sexual release in over a week.

The flood gates opened, big time, the waves of my climax washing over me, tossing my body about like a cork on a raging sea. I was screaming, holding my boobs, squeezing them, my fingers crushing my nipples, and I thought somewhere in my lust-crazed mind that this frightening level of intensity could kill a person, and I began laughing again.

I sat up, shaking, dizzy, leaning on him, my hands on his chest. He rose up, kissed me, gently, my breathing becoming more regular. I opened my eyes, he was looking into mine. Our lips parted, and I was holding him again, with both hands, working the shaft with my twisting handjob technique, watching him throbbing, a low steady groan from his throat. "Yes, just like that."

"I want you to cum now, I want to see it. Cum for me, cum, now," and in another minute, less even, I could feel him swelling in my hands. I leaned over him, my mouth open, he pushed my hands away, arching his back, pushing the head of his cock past my lips, my lips closed over it, and as I sucked he fucked my mouth. (I'm so fucking wet now, writing this, remembering how it felt in my mouth, against my tongue, splashing at the back of my throat!)

Mitch was holding my hands behind me, pulling me back, keeping just the fat sumptuous head in my mouth, my teeth grazing the tender skin. I pulled one hand away, cupped his balls, and when I felt the first spurt fill my mouth I squeezed his furry sack, milking him while I kept on sucking. His thick creamy cum flowed down my throat, until I had to pull away, catching the last shot on my lips. I turned to him, smiling as my tongue swiped away the last dollop of that delicious treat.

We lay side by side, me on my belly, Mitch on his back, my hand toying with his dark nut of a nipple, his chest smooth, hairless. I licked him just below his armpit, the pheromones flowing out of his body, making me ready to go again, the last shivers still making me twitch and quiver.

"Mitch, that was so nice, I came so hard, my kitty is still buzzing. And when you came, ahh, it was icing on my cake, and my lips." He looked at me and I knew he had a question.

"I have to ask, why do you refer to your pussy as your kitty? First time I ever heard a girl do that."

"It's nothing complicated. When I was very young I heard someone call out "here kitty kitty kitty", and I liked the sound of that better than 'here pussy pussy.' Guess it stuck. The image of a cute little kitten, that's what got me. From the first time I had to have a name, or a term, for her, that's what I've always thought of. Not pussy, or coochie, or muffin, although I like that one. Hot pocket? No. And not beaver or box, or snatch, quim, although the British fanny is nice. Definitely not hairy taco or hairy clam, ugh. Kitty; Miss Kitty to you," and I gave him a light sock on the arm.

"Okay, as long as I get to play with her you can call her anything you want. But I thought you were afraid of the big black snake." He was teasing me about the remark I made about stereotypes that I'd made, and it put me at ease.

"No, it's not that. I know I can do it, but until I saw it I had no idea what to expect. Since we'll probably never see each other again, I guess I can tell you this: the summer before college I saw someone with a guy who had a huge cock, too, and I got to suck it, but just for a few seconds, and he never knew it was me and not the other girl." I wondered if he was thinking of a bondage scene, and I decided that if that was so, good, let him run with it.

But I'm skipping ahead. Back to us finally about to fuck.

Truth be told, I was a still a bit intimidated. I remembered what I had thought when I saw my sister Gina sitting on Greg: oh my god, how can all that fit in there? I can barely get a finger in! But I know that the vaginal walls can stretch enough to let a baby out, and so they can stretch to get a sperm donor in as well. I was still apprehensive, though, so I pushed Mitch back, pinned his arms above his head, then with one hand holding his wrist (as if I could really immobilize him) I held his cock to my slit, and ahh, I was so wet that he slipped right past my outer lips.

I moved my legs, feeling my kitty taking charge, letting him come in, and it didn't hurt, not at all, it just kept feeling better and better. I could feel little sensations as if something was tearing apart inside, but no pain, akin to a zipper opening, I wasn't worried, it felt so good.

I was moaning, with little yips of surprise and pleasure whenever my kitty had to make more room for him. And I thought, no one will ever tell me again how tight I am after this, but I didn't care, I wanted more of him, I wanted all of him. This moment, this cock in me, this was all there was.

I was looking down the length of my body, mesmerized as his dark shaft tunneled into my simmering honey pot, shocks of exhilaration still making my body jerk in spasms but the walls of my cunt continued to open, stretch, accommodate, and the rest of my body followed along. He was exploring new territory now, deeper in me than anyone, and for a split second I thought of the longest dick before this, Carl.

I held his hands, our eyes locked as I rode him, my mound slamming against his, my clit sliding, grinding, crushing against the base of him. He pulled his hands free, held me by the waist and pulled me up, only the head inside me now, the mouth of my cunt clinging to him below his ridge, trying to take him into me again. I began to laugh and I knew it was time.

"Mitch, now, cum now, cum in me, oh, I'm cumming, cumming now, now!" And he gripped my butt cheeks and pushed all the way in, swelling, throbbing, hardening.

"Oh, I can feel you cumming, oh god," and I came again, or kept cumming, until I was laying on him, gasping, shaking, laughing.

His lips were at my neck, he was softly whispering to me, and in my post coital dream state I heard the words " ... behind you ..." and he moved my body, and he was in me again, gripping my thighs, pulling me to him, and he was even deeper in my cunt, my entire body filled to the brim with his throbbing thickness.

Mitch was kneeling behind me, his body upright, with me against his chest, both of us moving so slowly, my kitty lips closed so tightly around his thick wonderful cock. He played with my clit and in a few seconds I was cumming again, and the feeling of being immobilized make it seem as though I was his captive, and that orgasm was one of the best ever.

He pushed me down. I was holding my boobs, his hands keeping me from falling onto the bed. This time he came on my butt, rubbing the thick semen over my cheeks, his fingers pushing it into my butt hole, and when I felt his thumb enter me there I thought it was his cock, but "Nikki, relax and let me try this, I think we can do it," and sure enough, he was right.

He fingered me, first one long finger, then two, then both thumbs, pulling my hole open, wider, wider. I turned around, took him into my mouth, and as he leaned over me, continuing to stretch my butt hole, I moaned and groaned from the pleasure of his fingers as I licked and sucked his cum and mine, polishing his dark smooth length with my tongue. He turned me around again.

The head of that beautiful brown brute forced my ring open, stretching me wider than I had ever been, and when my ring closed around the base of his cock head, Mitch moaned as he felt the pressure around him. Now, slowly, gently, in a bit ... in, in ... out a little, in, in ... in, out a just a tiny little, in in in, then in more, in more, in more, in all the way! His bulbous balls were slapping my thighs, I reached back between my legs, fondled them, felt the rim of my tight stretched circle of skin that was gripping him, holding him in me.

"You have to cum in me like this, cum in my butt," I moaned as I rubbed my clit furiously, flashes of erotic energy bouncing around inside me like an off kilter pinball machine. My head was filled with soft buzzing, my muscles were tightening, and when he came the expansion of his cock in my butt threw me over the edge, and down, a break away elevator plunging toward oblivion.

When I could breathe again we lay there, talking, cuddling, and eventually I told him about most of my sexual history. He told me his, too, of course, and we would laugh as we compared likes, dislikes, and fantasies.

After I told him about having sex with three guys on my last night of virginity, and how I behaved at some of the parties I had attended, where I had exhibited myself so brazenly, so shamelessly, he asked if I was done for the night.

"Well, I have to catch a plane at noon, and I'd like to get some sleep before then, but what do you have in mind?" I couldn't think of anything we hadn't done and I was curious to know what he might suggest.

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