Among other things, I had to pee. That seemed most important at the moment.
At that instant, Sweet said, “You feelin a bit bewildered?”
“That, and I have to pee. Is there a bathroom that is at least semi-clean?”
Laughing, she said, “Out the door, left, last door on your right. You might be surprised.”
When I came in the house last night, all I was wearing were heels, booty shorts, and a crop-top; none of them were in sight right now. I walked to the door naked and out into the hall. In spite of the creaky floors and old, dark, slat wood walls, more dim sunlight was filtering in from somewhere. I found my way to the bathroom.
It had bright, clean windows and fairly new, white fixtures. Was I in the same house?
I sat and did my business, even finding a roll of toilet paper. There was a clean shower stall and clean towels; I took a quick one to purge the various dried deposits that had accumulated on my body. It left me feeling renewed.
When I emerged, I smelled the wonderful aroma of coffee. Had Sweet possibly made coffee while I was in the shower? Back to the bedroom and Sweet.
“Find it okay?”
“No problem, and very nice. Used the shower, super pressure and hot water; I no longer feel fetid! Is that coffee I smell?”
Laughing, she said, “Yeah, I put some on, it will be ready in a few minutes.”
“I was amazed at how modern and clean the bath is.”
“Jevon does take care of important business. Come on let’s go to my room, it’s next door.”
I was tempted but also really wanted to get out of there. I did not know exactly where I was, but knew it was on the “other side of the tracks” part of town. Again, looking around, I could not find the skimpy clothes I was wearing last night, and did not know how I would get home if I had them.
“Please call Jevon while we wait for the coffee and see if he can take me home.”
“Sure. No prob.”
She got his voice mail and left a message about me needing a ride.
“So, come on. Let’s go to my room; it is much nicer. He will call when he gets the message. I’ll go get the coffee.”
I accepted her invitation and was very surprised when we entered. The room was neat and clean. The bed was a full-size in a nice brass frame and night stands on either side. The window was clear, with curtains and pull down shades. She had a dresser, floor-standing mirror, comfortable looking chair, television, and a stereo. I looked at her with a questioning look.
“Pretty nice, huh?”
“I guess so!” I replied.
“Wait and I’ll get the coffee, it should be ready by now. Black?”
“Perfect.”
“Be right back”
She was only gone a minute or two, reappearing with two steaming mugs.
“I know that other room is rather trashy. Jevon calls it his “play-room”. He likes to play a certain part with women he brings here… What can I say? You should see his bedroom, makes this one look trashy. He always keeps it locked. I have spent the night there with him, but only after I had been here awhile. I slept in the play-room for a week before he let me have this room. We can talk all about that later if you want.”
“I would love to hear the story,” I said as I sipped the coffee. The caffeine was already coursing through my veins, reinvigorating my body.
She hopped on the bed and patted it. “Come on over here and lay down with me.”
As I went to her bed and sat, I was still trying to take this all in. She moved over and lay down, again patting the spot next to her. I followed. We lay facing each other, propped on our elbows, sipping our coffee. She was much more alert than when I saw her last night.
“You really don’t remember much of anything about last night, do you?” she asked.
I laughed, “Not after he started pounding me with his huge cock, and I went into some seemingly perpetual orgasmic state. Everything past that is pretty fuzzy. It is weird, I did not drink much. I don’t know why I am in a bit of a fog. Did you watch me at all? Did we do anything?”
“Well, he can do that to you. In fact, he loves to do that to women. If you get to know him, you will find that he is really a kind, caring guy, but he loves his sex, and he loves making women almost, or completely, pass out from it.
“I watched for a bit and wanted to get with you,” she continued, “but it was pointless once he was through with you. You are right about the perpetual orgasms. I think some of us are capable of it and some not, but girls like you and me… whoa, doggy! He goes crazy for us.”
She went on to explain that he made me cum so much that I was only semi-conscious. He wanted me like that so he could easily fuck me in the ass. My body was so relaxed from being totally exhausted and spent, that my ass was in the same condition. He used plenty of lube on me and him, then easily slipped in as he held my hips up.
“He had already cum in your coochie. Do you remember that? You screamed extra loud when he did.”
“I sort of do. Now that I think about it, I know I felt his hot jizz fill me.”
“Well he did not stop, just drove you further. When you were really out of it, is when he did your ass. You did not resist at all. You must like it?”
“Well… ya, I kinda do,” I said, blushing.
“No worries, so do I. Jevon taught me.”
Sweet then finished the story, telling me how Jevon pumped my ass almost as much as he did my pussy, and that I was cumming from his constant pounding. She explained that he finally came, dropping a second, large load in me; then he just let me go. I collapsed to the mattress and lay there, face down, basically unconscious, leaking his jizz from both my holes. He left me, knowing she would see to me. She moved me around until I seemed to be in a comfortable position, and then lay down with me, spending the night close to me.
“So when I woke up a while ago, that was the first time since he finished with me?”
“Pretty much. We both moved a bit during the night. You seemed happy to have me to hold on to.”
“I should probably be mad as hell, but, all things considered, it was quite a night. I feel better than I probably should, based on what you told me,” I said, flashing a big grin and putting my empty cup down on the table next to the bed; Sweet did the same with her’s, using the table on her side.
“And you look pretty good also,” Sweet said, as she softly pushed me onto my back and started to run her finger around my hardening nipple.
“Oh Sweet, what do you think you’re doing? You may be a wild one, girl.”
“We never had fun last night…” Sweet said, as she replaced her finger with her lips.
“Oh God…”
“Just go with it.”
“I… will. Somehow, I suspect you knew I would.”
I stretched and relaxed, letting Sweet begin to work what would turn out to be affectionate, passionate magic for both of us.
I had little experience with other girls, and what I did have was mostly a spur-of-the-moment show for one or more guys. They always seem so turned on to see two girls going at it, even if it is just kissing. So, a fun party, some alcohol and good music, plus the right encouragement and the right girl, made it easy sometimes to kiss and show our boobs, including some nip kissing and tweaking. I had never experienced another woman like Sweet, who was so totally uninhibited and intent on bringing us both pleasure.
Her fingers, lips, and tongue worked wizardry on my nipples. She had me moaning and purring like a kitten, stretching and twisting my body as a cat sometimes does. I had totally given myself over to her sexual artistry.
Her mouth still toying one nip, she lightly ran her fingers through my hair with one hand while the other made its way down my chest and abdomen, caressing my skin and captivating my senses. Soon she arrived at my hair-free mound.
“Oh, so smooth,” she whispered. “I can feel your heat rising. Your ambrosia must be welling inside you, beginning to seep out. I can’t wait to taste you, to drink you in. I know you will reward me with sweet nectar.”
My mind was already enthralled by her affectionate and persistent attention to my body. While keeping her mouth on my nipple, she released my head and moved so she could easily reach my swelling coochie, as she called it. What an interesting name, I thought.
I felt one finger run over my clit, between my lips, and slightly probe my tunnel. A quick in and out that caused me to shiver.
“Ahh, Sweet. How did someone so young get so good at this? You are driving me crazy with desire, yet I am blissfully serene and soothed. I am craving an orgasmic release, yet content to let you continue to play with me.”
As I finished, she drove her fingers into me, her palm hitting my clit. In and out, in and out, splat, splat, splat—my juice spattering my mound and thighs.
“Oh, my God!” I yelled, as my body bucked against her. I was almost there when she stopped. “Sweet! How could you stop? I was so fuckin close!”
By then she had moved between my legs, pushing them wide as her mouth approached my now dripping pussy. From its bottom to my clit, her tongue licked deeply—once. My body jerked again. Now I really was going crazy! I tried to push into her, but she easily kept a hairs-breath away.
“I knew I was right. You are as sweet as ambrosia.”
With that, she locked her arms under my thighs and pulled me tight to her mouth, her tongue flicking and circling my clit. I completely lost whatever control I had. My body began shuddering as the electric flashes of my pent-up cravings threw me into an orgasmic euphoria. Wave after wave rushed through me. Gasping for breath, I could not stop the delirium she had me in.
Finally, she released her grip. My body was slowly able to recover from her incredible conquest of me.
“Good God, Sweet! I don’t know who is worse, you or Jevon. You turned me every which way but loose, as the movie title says.”
“My specialty,” she said with glee. “I am ready for you to return the favor, if you think you are up to it.”
“Up to it? Up to it? Girl, I am more than up to it. You are going to get a major dose of your own medicine!”
Sporting a big grin, she said, “I am counting on it,” as she spread out on the mattress…
I was so amazed at what she had done to me. This was the first time I had really been totally intimate with another woman, the first time I had been brought to orgasm by another woman, and what an experience it had been. Not just one, but uncounted orgasms. I was determined to recreate it, as much as I was capable of, for her. Recalling her play-book, I proceeded much as she had. My every touch brought forth moans and murmurs of pleasure from her.
I took my time, holding back my strong desire to lock my mouth around her pussy. I kissed, teased, caressed, tweaked, licked, and sucked on all parts of her upper body. My C cup boobs looked substantial compared to hers. I guessed she was an A at best, but her nipples were as big as mine and just as sensitive. She was sighing, moaning, purring as I did my work. Her body was slowly writhing and straining. Futilely, she tried to push me lower.
“You really want me down there, don’t you?” I murmured in her ear.
“Yes, yes. I need to get off. Please…”
“In good time, my sweet Sweet.”
I let one hand trail down to her mound. It was not as smooth as mine; I could feel the somewhat bristly beginnings of regrowth. I briefly considered helping her with that later; it could be fun. Then, I just brushed one finger across her prominent clit.
“Oh, ah. More.”
Her lips were enlarged and spread; her juice was visibly running; her clit was jutting from its hood. She could not have been more ready.
“You like that, do you?
“You know I do!” she said, arching her back.
“No I don’t. I have never seen you like this. Maybe you are only partly ready.”
“Just do me like I did you. I got you off over and over. Please, pleaseee!”
Running a finger between her lips, I let it slip deep into her soaking opening. “Oh God, yes! That is what I need.” I slowly withdrew it. “No, oh please no.” I brought it to my lips, licking her nectar. Her eyes followed my every movement like lasers.
“Oh my, you are soo sweet, my Sweet. I need to drink more of you.”
“Oh, thank God! I am dying. Being on the edge is killing me!”
As I approached her sex, she spread her legs as wide as she could. Her body was writhing and undulating more than ever. Her hands were hungrily pulling at her tits.
As she had done with me, I put my arms under her thighs and pulled her tight to my waiting mouth. She was so aroused that my first circling and flicking of her clit made her body stiffen. The second pass made her shudder and scream.
“Fuck, yes! Oh God, fuck yes, yes, yes! Eat me, suck me, use that pussy!
Her body began to twist and turn, seemingly trying to escape me, and at the same time, trying to be as attached as possible. Her words were quickly reduced to incoherent shouting, squealing, and mumbling. Their pitch rose and waned with the rising and falling of her orgasms. I was loving the control, the total mastery of her passion. Her head shook back and forth, her fists beat the mattress, her legs jerked spasmodically. I commanded all.
I have no idea how long this went on. I was almost as caught up in her orgasmic frenzy as she was. I realized I was rubbing myself on the mattress, trying to induce my own orgasm. When it happened, I loosened my grip on her and she twisted away.
I was gasping from my own climax, and from my efforts to hold her, to keep impelling her to more and more. She was strongly panting, breathless from the pleasure struggle I had put her through.
“Holy shit, girl! And you say you have never done this before? Damn, I thought I was going to crap out. You are the absolute best!”
Feeling a bit surprised at my new found ability, I told her that I had just followed what she did to me, albeit maybe a bit more vigorously.
“I’ll say! But to be honest, you are only the third girl I have done this with, and right now, you are the only one I want to do this with!”
As I moved up to her, face to face, her body still shimmered from the sweat she had worked up. We hugged and kissed, our bodies pressed to each other like we were ready for round two. Breaking our lip lock, we both started laughing; we were so far from a round two it was preposterous.
I had been curious about her from the first time I saw her the previous night, so I asked about her situation, age, and why she was here at Jevon’s.
“Okay, the truth is I am almost eighteen, well in six months. I ran away from home. My parents are both alcoholics. My dad beats my mom, and he was starting to make advances to me. He did not lay a hand on me, but I could see it coming; I could not take it anymore. Besides, they used me as sort of their house slave. They did not do shit but drink and fight, so I packed my necessities and left. I hitched up the road with no real plan. I know it was stupid. I gave one guy a BJ for a ride. Jevon found me hitching at night and took me in. I figured another BJ for him, but that might result in a meal and a place to sleep.”
“Jesus, Sweet! That is horrible! What is your real name, if I may ask?”
“Abby, Abigail. Jevon calls me Sweet, and I kinda like it. It does not remind me of home and he treats me really good. No BJ or any sex was ever asked for. He just took care of me. I am actually the one that started the sex. I like it… what can I say.”
“When did you first start having sex?”
“When I was sixteen. I got a bit more freedom from my asshole parents and took advantage. I really wanted it.”
“You must have shit when you saw his cock!”
“To say the least! It was scary and exciting. He was really very gentle, breaking me in slowly. I surprised myself. I expected pain and it turned out great. A slow start, but he drove me crazy.”
“You’re still a run-a-way. Aren’t the cops looking for you? He could get in big trouble.”
“They don’t give a shit about me, and besides, he had a friend check; I have not been reported as a run-a-way.
She started crying. We held each other as I tried to calm her feelings. I could only imagine what she had been through. She slowly relaxed and thanked me for being there for her. I felt bad. I had hardly done anything. She was one tough girl.
She got up and ran into another room, coming back quickly with two joints. I am not a drug user. I did grass in high school a bit and at a few frat parties, but it was easily something I could live without. Although there were times… like now.
We smoked and talked more. She asked about me, and I explained I was a Junior at the University and was going on to get a Master’s degree. I asked if she had any plans. She had actually thought it through a bit. She was going to get her GED when she was eighteen and free from any possible parental problems. Then go to junior college and get certified as a radiology technologist. There were many doors open with that certificate. I was amazed and happy that she had actually found a career path after all she had been through.
After more talk, along with beer and chips for brunch, she called Jevon again so I could get home. No answer. She suggested calling a friend of his who she knew, telling me he was probably around, would absolutely love to meet me, and would definitely take me home. She had a big smile on her face as she was telling me all this, so of course, I had to ask about him.
“Well… He is interesting. He is the blackest black man I have ever seen. Almost scary black. His name is Marvin, but everyone calls him Blue. He is actually at least as nice as Jevon, probably nicer. He is a bit older, but I don’t really know how old. I do know he is as big as Jevon, cock-wise.
“Wow. Really? That is amazing.”
“I know. Talk about fate or kismet, right? I have been with him a couple times, he is great! He makes you really cum but does not kill you like Jevon. I was only the second white girl he has ever been with. He would be enthralled with you, if you are interested and up to it.”
“You know, you talk like someone more educated than you give the impression of being…”
“I got straight A’s in high school. The one thing I got from my crappy parents is apparently a really good brain. I am going to make something of myself!
“Right now I give thanks for Jevon. He is willing to help me as much as I need. The sex is great. He is not demanding. I don’t know what he does, and I don’t care, as long as it does not affect me.”
I had been thinking about Blue as she was talking. My pussy was feeling better. In for a penny, in for a pound. Why not walk on the wild side a bit more…
“Go ahead and call him. Let’s see what he is up to.”
Hearing her end of the conversation, it was clear he was willing to do anything she asked of him. He was on his way over, and we were naked and grungy. We jumped in the shower for a pleasant joint wash down. No real sex but our nipples and pussies were extra clean.
Then we had to search for my clothes. I found them and put them on. My booty shorts and no bra crop-top were not exactly casual Sunday wear. I felt like I had a sign flashing “slut” hanging around my neck. Oh well, I had told her to call him, and I was intrigued, to say the least.
Blue arrived a few minutes later. Sweet met him at the door; I was hanging back a bit. She was right, he was the blackest man I had ever seen. If he had his eyes closed in a dark room he would probably be invisible. She invited him in and introduced me.
“Hi,” I said. “Nice to meet you.”
I felt so nervous and insecure. Here is this guy that Sweet and I were just talking about fucking, and I am dressed like a hooker—at a total loss for words.
“Nice to meet you also. I understand you need a ride home?”
“Ah… Well… Yeah, I came with Jevon and he is nowhere to be found.”
“Well, I can take care of that, and anything else that you might need. If you don’t mind my sayin so, you are one beautiful woman! As is Sweet, of course.”
We both smiled, and thanked him. I stood there, kind of twisting my hands together, unsure of what to say or do next. Thank goodness for Sweet.
“Listen, Blue, I told Kat about you and we both want to suck your cock. She is just a bit nervous… first time meeting you and such… right Kat?”
She had gotten the train out of the station, so I hopped aboard. “For sure! Sweet tells me you and her have been together, that you are a lot of fun. As she said, I am antsy and eager at the same time… hope you understand.”
He laughed a big, deep, chuckle. “Missy, no one is more nervous than me. A black man here with two beautiful young white girls. Not too many years ago they would have hung me in an instant if they found me like this. No siree bob, Miss Kat, you got nuthin to be nervous ‘bout.”
“See, I told you he was a nice guy. Come on, let’s get to the play-room. We want to see that big shaft you have.”
Sweet led the way, with Blue following and me behind. She pulled off her top as she walked through the door, and then proceeded to pull down her shorts.
“Come on, Blue, show it to us! We wanna suck the huge snake!” she exclaimed.
“You girls is sumpin else,” he said, laughing again. “I must be the luckiest black guy in town.”
He pulled off his tee shirt, revealing a hairless chest and very tight abs.
“Hurry up, get those jeans off and lie down. You are in for a treat! Come on Kat, get those skimpy clothes off. Show the man just how sexy you are.”
I was feeling better now. Sweet being naked, Blue almost there, I was primed for more fun! Top and shorts off in a few seconds, I was ready.
“Oh my, Miss Kat, you got yourself some real sweet titties and that smooth coochie of yours… You white girls are mmm mmm good!”
Once he lay down, Sweet wasted no time getting down near his rod. It was black as tar and hard as a steel rod. Rod was a good name for it. And then there was his size… Easily as big a Jevon and maybe even thicker. I wasted no time joining Sweet. She had one hand around him and was licking and kissing it up and down. I got on my knees, on his other side, and grabbed on. Lord, he was one endowed man!
“Get your mouth on that, Kat!”
I was already there. All I could do was mumble. He filled my mouth. His skin was incredible soft. If ice cream could be warm, that was his cock. We both licked, kissed, and took turns sucking. He was able to reach our coochies and finger us. His work-roughened finger felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. Any hesitation or nervousness was long gone; my juice was flowing, and I was eager for whatever awaited.
Sweet and I were in a friendly competition to see who could suck him the deepest. I like to think I was the best, but in reality, there was no way to know for sure. Neither of us could get much past half way. When I looked over at her, she had one hand between her legs and one on Blue, same as me. I was rubbing my clit as his fingers were in me. Faster and faster… then… yes! I clamped on his fingers, and a modest, but satisfying, orgasm ran through me. Sweet let out a little squeal, she had one also. Now we were both ready for more.
“Kat, go sit on his face and let him eat you. I am going to fuck him. We can switch in a bit and you can take his load.”
As I was moving to position myself over his mouth, Sweet was straddling him in a reverse cowgirl position, and beginning to take him in her cute little cooch. I watched her slowly slide down his shaft, I was sure she must be going into some state of ecstasy. Just then, I settled in on Blue’s face, his tongue already working on my clit and sliding up and down between my lips. I put my outstretched hands on his smooth, black chest and leaned forward to give him good access to my nub, hopefully he could breathe. We looked like a black and white painting.
My nectar was flowing into his mouth as he expertly worked his tongue around and in my puss; I knew he would soon induce my climax. I looked up and saw his black shaft sliding in and out of Sweet, her lips folding in and spreading out as she rode him up and down. Her passionate shouts of carnal lust left no doubt about her state of mind.
He reached up and grasped both my nips, tweaking and pulling them. It felt like an electric shock running through me. Pushing my extremely energized womanhood tight against his mouth, he responded by sucking in on my clit—hard, and quickly running his tongue around and over it.
My body went rigid and started to tremble.
“Ohhh, fuck YES! Cumminggg! Ahhhh, shit!”
I had to pull up, my clit had gotten so sensitive I could not take any more. I collapsed forward, my head laying on his abdomen, only inches from his rod. Then Sweet started screaming. I could see her puss contracting and twitching as her orgasm passed through her body. She also collapsed forward, her pussy still impaled on Blue.
She and I both lay like that until we got our breath back, then Sweet was up and urging me up also.
“Come on, Kat! Change places with me. You get him to cum and take his load. I have felt it before; it is worth it, believe me.”
“Okay, but you are going to have to suck and swallow it out of me.”
“Great idea! You sure you have never done this before?”
Laughing, I said, “I never said I had not been in a threesome before…”
Shaking her head and grinning, she said, “We definitely need to get to know each other!”
With that, we traded places. After the night before and Sweet earlier, I was tired, and still a bit sore, but I have to admit I wanted that shaft in me. Such a new world had been opened to me. I was dripping as I eased myself down on his still hard rod. I slid smoothly down, feeling once again the awesome stretching Jevon had introduced me to. I was amazed at how Blue was able to stay so hard and hold off cumming. Sweet had really gotten pretty vigorous leading up to her orgasm.
Through all this, Blue had kept up a sort of running commentary on the two of us—how sexy we were, how beautiful we were, how lucky he was, how much he was enjoying us, telling us he would do anything we wanted. When we had both cum, he rubbed my back and spanked Sweet’s ass, as we all laughed and savored our mutual pleasure.
Now, our threesome started again. Before, I just had to let Blue do almost all of the work; this time, I had to exert myself. Once I got into a rhythm, my energy seemed restored. I closed my eyes and just pumped up and down. My tunnel contracted a bit and then his shaft re-stretched me with every stroke. I was in heat, glowing with unquenched desire.
Sweet and I were both moaning and raving about our wanton, lustful cravings. Each of us pushing ourselves, and Blue, to reach our maximum orgiastic state, and cum as often as possible. Sweet was first, screaming out the rapture running through her body. I was not far behind. I felt it about to start, clenched his rod as hard as I could, and slammed myself down on him. I screamed in my ecstasy as my body shuddered.
Neither of us were finished. We wanted more, and Blue had not yet cum. I redoubled my efforts, both to get his jizz, and to further intensify my own pleasure. I was holding Blue’s legs for support as I was lost in my own world of carnal delight. I knew Sweet was shouting her bliss, but it all seemed to be far away. I was in my own enchanted world of glee. Several orgasms radiated through me. They slowed me briefly, but I was determined. Soon, I felt Blue’s legs tighten. I knew he was close, even though he could not really speak due to Sweet’s incessant demands on his mouth.
First, his pre-cum, followed shortly by blast after blast of his hot spunk. It pushed me into my last orgasm. I was as far down on him as I could get. He filled me, and I just screamed from the orgasm violently racking my body. God, I loved it!
Then, I wanted to stream it all into Sweet. I was about to call her, but she was already squirming up between Blue’s legs. All I had to do was lift off him and move a few inches forward to her waiting mouth. In only a few seconds I was over her, letting go and contracting as much as possible. His spunk and my juice gushed out. She greedily drank it all in, then licked and sucked me to get every last possible drop.
God, what an ending! I collapsed sideways to the mattress, still gasping a bit to catch my breath. Sweet came to me. We kissed, sharing the remnants of Blue and me, our tongues reaching, circling, bonding us together. Blue just lifted up a bit to watch us. He was gasping a bit for breath also, partly from his own climax and partly from Sweet blocking his breathing with her sweet snatch.
“Lord a’mighty! You girls are insatiable. You like to wipe me out. Lordy, get up here and give ole Blue some love.”
We got on either side of him, kissing and holding him. He deserved a bit of special attention.
“Blue, I have to tell you, you are an incredible guy with an incredible cock. I am forever changed. This may never happen to me again—“
“Don’t count on that,” said Sweet. “We have shared so much in such a short time, I really, really hope we become good friends. I need you in my life. I really, really do.”
“You’re right, it has been a very short time, but I do care about you—greatly! No worries, we will stay connected, stay tight. God, I need a shower. What do you say?”
“Let’s do it. There’s room for two in there. Blue, you mind just hangin while we go get cleaned up?”
“No prob, ladies. You sure left me a sticky mess though.”
“Poor baby,” said Sweet. “So I guess you don’t want to play with us any more?”
“No, no, no! I was just sayin… I be waiting on ya’ll,” he said with a big grin on his face.
We stood and held hands as we walked down the dark hallway to the bathroom. The shower was superb. We took turns washing each other. Sweet did me first.
After standing under the hot water, I moved away and she lathered me up, then took her time making sure every square inch of me was squeaky clean. Of course she paid special attention to my pussy and my boobs. If I had not stopped her, she would have brought forth yet another orgasm. I never thought I would stop that, but I was so worn out and my clit so tender, I could not take any more of her handiwork.
Then it was my turn to wash her. She got as much attention as she gave me, more in fact. Standing behind her as she was covered in foam, one hand went to her vag. Her clit was sore also, but she did not stop my entrance to her tunnel. Two fingers found her G-spot. My left arm was around her, holding her and playing with her right nip as my right hand deftly started in on her spot.
“Just relax, Baby. Let Mama take care of you,” I whispered in her ear. Her head was already laying back against my shoulder. “One last one, for the road, as they say.”
“Oh yeah, Kat. Damn, you are so good. You know you’ve found the spot, don’t you?” she murmured.
“Yeah, Sweetness. Just go with it, Baby.”
“Oh yes… Yes… So good… I love you… You’re soo gentle… It’s perfect…”
She went on and on, getting quieter and quieter. Then I felt her body tense, her puss constricted on my fingers. She uttered a long sigh as she relaxed. I slowly withdrew my fingers. She turned; we moved under the water; our mouths met in an affectionate kiss.
She started crying, her tears mixed with the soap and rushing water, all swirling down the drain. I did not say anything; I just held her. I knew they were tears of happiness.
We dried off and wrapped the towels around us. We were both quiet. Walking back down the long, dark hallway, Sweet looked over to me and smiled as she took my hand. I squeezed her hand and told her things would work out for her. I mentally hoped I was right, that I could make things right for her. She was a smart girl who suffered some bad breaks. I resolved to do what I could, legally, to help her.
We heard talking in the living room as we went down the hall. Jevon had gotten home and was talking with Blue, who was now dressed. I guess our mess did not bother him as much as he had let on.
“Hey, babes! Look at yo—clean and sparkling after yo party down night and day. ‘Thing left for me?”
“Jevon, I can barely stand after the night and day of fun, thanks to you and Blue. You need to please just get me home.”
Sweet chimed in with, “And I want to come too, just to get out of this house. Be nice to have a ride and see where Kat lives.”
He and Blue touched fists, laughing as they did. “No probs, babes. Let’s be out.”
We both grabbed our clothes and were quickly ready to go. They got one last show as we dropped our towels and changed.
As the three of us headed out the door and into Jevon’s old car, Blue called out, “Remember ole Blue!”
We laughed and I shouted back to him, “I will never forget you, Blue, never!”
