As you head into the bedroom, you whip off Tamika's t-shirt, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her tits.
"Just lay back, sweetie." Tamika, practically on autopilot, follows your instruction. Climbing onto the bed with Tamika, you slowly begin running her hands over the black girl's nude body, deliberately avoiding her pussy and hard nipples. Tamika just looks into your eyes with lust, leaning forward to lightly kiss your lips.
"Goddam, I can't believe it; I haven't cum that hard since I let Andy Rusch take my anal virginity." The fact that she's so open about her sex life brings a smile to your face.
"But am I correct in thinking this is your first chance with a woman?" you ask, lightly teasing her hard nipples with your hands.
"Y-yeah. I mean, I've thought about other girls, but I came over here to hang out with Aron; I hadn't planned on . . . " You silence Tamika's comments with another long kiss.
"It's okay, sweetie. So tell me: Who's on your 'playlist' most of the time?"
"There aren't that many, actually. There's this one classmate of mike, Xian. She's a real cutie; one of those types that looks innocent, but somethin' about her makes me think that she's a real pervert behind closed doors. I sometimes imagine her helpless and naked as I dominate her; force her to pleasure me, have her begging to eat me out, that sort of thing. Then there's Mrs. Wagner, my History teacher."
The name brings a slight smile to your lips as you remember the name. Mrs. Wagner was about 10 years younger than you, but was stunningly beautiful. Taller than you, her short blond locks framed a pretty model's face, and her green eyes were hypnotic. She always had an expression on her face that, combined with the way she wore her hair, gave the impression that she'd just finished up a hours-long fuckathon. But what got most people's attention was her giant tits: Probably near an F-cup, they defied gravity with hard nipples. She must've had a titanium skeleton, being able to walk around with those amazing jugs.
Despite a body that oozed sexuality, Angie Wagner had a tendency to dress conservatively; her mannerisms suggesting that she and her husband had never even been intimate in the bedroom. A year ago, you had attended a parent-teacher meeting with her about your sons, and she had to leave the room for a few minutes. When she returned, Mrs. Wagner found you naked on her desk, masturbating and filling the air with dirty talk. Amazingly, you managed to talk her out of her clothes, and the two of you spent the rest of the meeting fucking, culminating with a double-ended dildo fuck that left you feeling dehydrated.
"Yeah, I know the teacher; short hair, epic boobs?" Tamika nods. "I understand; she ain't the only teacher I've enjoyed the company of." Rolling over, you're now on top of Tamika, your big tits grinding against the black girl's. "If you do decide to fuck Mrs. Wagner, just a couple of quick things. One: use a lotta dirty talk; it sends her libido sky-high. Also, make sure you give her huge melons a good workout. I swear, that blond bitch's nipples gotta have nerves connected directly to her pussy." You shudder as you remember how the teacher blacked out from a combination of your nimble fingers and lips on her nipples driving her over the edge.
That's when you remember: You still haven't gotten off yet. Sliding forward, your pussy is now directly in Tamika's face. "Now, sweetie, do me a favor and eat my pussy?"
Tamika leans forward, and tentavily begins to lap at your nether lips. This black girl may lack sapphic experience, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm. Being so close to orgasm already, it doesn't take too long for you to get off. Gripping her dark locks, you finally begin to come back down to earth. Rolling off of Tamika, the two of you just stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, you begin French-kissing Tamika again, enjoying the taste of your own juices. For several minutes, you start making out like porn stars.
Eventually, you break free. Leaning over Tamika, you open a drawer near the table. For a few seconds, you deliberately pretend to search, giving the black girl the opportunity to admire your curvy ass. Finally, with an "AHA!", you brandish your favorite strap-on dildo.
"Now, sweetie, you're gonna put this on nice and tight, and we're gonna take turns fucking the rest of the day, until neither one of us can cum anymore." You begin to attach the harness to Tamika; this dildo is specially treated to stimulate the user's clit, so the 'fuckee' gets just as stimulated as the 'fucker'. "I'll even let you fuck me in the ass as much as you want."
With those words, you finally have the big plastic cock strapped to Tamika's crotch. Lightly stroking it with the skill of a seasoned veteran, you look into Tamika's eyes. "I'd better not see you holding this cock with your hands while you fuck me, bitch," you growl. "I want you to keep your hands free, GOT IT?" Leaning forward, you plant another kiss on the black girl. "Tell ya what: I'll let you choose how we start, okay?"
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