Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)

“Yes, damn it! That’s exactly what I want. But I want it on my face. I want to eat your pussy right here and right now.”

He had no idea what he was saying, or why, but knew that in spite of all the barbed words they’d had in the past, and all the moments each of them disagreed and glared at each other with guarded apprehension; and although each of them must have known they could never be attracted to the other, here he was craving her like a vampire yearning for human blood.

“Stay because I want you to,” he said.

Nyrah’s breasts heaved as she struggled for something to say, but no words came out.

Jai watched as her expression went from austerity to confused need. He pulled the bat from her hand and let it fall to the ground.

Without a word he laid her gently back on the table that usually held the water keg and Gatorade cups, and pulled her legs up and spread them. Her panties had a wide, wet stain from her earlier release and he liked the way her fleshy pussy strained against the material.

He leaned in, the high muskiness of her sex invaded his nostrils, and like a kid lapping an ice cream cone, he took a long, hard lick over the moist material with the flat of his tongue. Her moan of pleasure made him push his face in and suck. There was something he liked about eating her through her panties and, with his tongue, he traced up and down, like he was sketching. Every few licks he pointed his tongue to stab at her clit button. She was so hot, her flesh soft and pliable in his hands. He heard her hiss and knew she liked what he was doing.

Her panties became too much of a barrier. He wanted flesh—her flesh. He wanted to taste her, inside and out. He wanted to move his nose into her cunt crack and lick her dry. He had to find her clit nub and expose it, tease it with his teeth, until she screamed his name.

Sliding off her panties, he found—to his delight—that she was shaven and it drove him wild. He touched her, spread her, opened and closed her. He pinched her pussy lips together with his thumb and forefinger, then flattened his tongue and licked her, stiffening it and moving it inside.

She was writhing under him but he felt she was holding back, trying to control it. He didn’t want her to. He wanted her to writhe, moan, to open up to him.

He stopped sucking and whispered to her. “Open up to me; let me love it.”

He didn’t know if she would and was giddy with blissful desire when she shifted and reached down to open her pussy lips to him. She spread them wide and, if there was a way he could crawl in and eat his way out, he would have.

The pink maw of her wet hole called to him like only a sweet song could. He wanted to devour her like

a madman—but this was not that kind of a moment. He pressed forward and pushed his face against her open pussy and tongued her until he felt her tense, losing all control, and let her hot juices cover him.

How he loved that feeling, so creamy, so hot, so wonderfully soft, and her acidic musk that had a hint of fruitiness of mangoes and pineapple—the usual diet food of every weight-conscious maven in the state. He couldn’t get enough and he wanted more of it.

His tongue went wild inside her and he felt her hips move up to give him as much access as he could take. He adored a woman who loved to get eaten out good—and he was good at it.

He was still slurping her hard, holding on to her ample thighs and enjoying her yielding abandon as her gritty voice groaned her complete delight and she ground her pussy against his face.

“Turn over for me,” he said, breathing heavily.

She did, raising her full, tawny ass up to him. He squatted down and opened her and tongued her once again, squeezing her ass cheeks in unison with the tongue bath he was giving her.

Nyrah bit her lip to suppress a loud wail of pleasure when she felt his tongue enter her, once, twice, three times; then push so far into her, it felt like a fat, wiggling snake. He’s tongue-fucking me, she thought with silent ecstasy. He’s tonguing my pussy so good.

It had been so long and he was giving it to her as hard as he could, and she loved it.

The tightening of her body alerted him. It was happening again; he could feel it. He loved that about women—all women—that they were capable of coming over and over, and his special talent was that he was able to make them do it over and over. He’d made her do it once, and he would again.

She was moaning louder now and he was glad they were in such a remote part of the ballpark.

She was close; he could tell. Then, like a geyser, she let loose her body milk and to his utter amazed delight, he realized she was not only a squirter, but a creamy cummer, too, as wave after creamy wave oozed out of her like lava from a volcano.

He wanted in. His dick was hard and wanted to be someplace hot. He needed to feel her stout pussy lips close around him, but he wasn’t sure if she was feeling him for that right then, and he didn’t want to ruin this moment by pushing her too far.

But he needed release and he had to do what a man had to do.

He moved away from her, unbuckled his pants, and let them and his underwear slide down his legs as he took hold of his stiff cock.

Closing his eyes, he began to jack off, losing himself in the imaginings of her big, soft pussy lips, her hot, wet hole, and her sweet cum. He bit his bottom lip as he shut his eyes and dreamed of everything he had been missing.

A scant second later, he felt the warmth of her wet mouth close around the head of his cock. His eyes popped open and he looked down and saw her squatting—not kneeling as one would think a woman of her size would do—but squatting with the agility of an athlete preparing for a sprint. There was no preamble to her game as she deep-sucked him all at once, taking him to the back of her throat until he heard a small but controlled gag.

He wanted to cry with joy when he felt her hands, small and pudgy-soft, as they massaged his heavy ball sac, then moved around to grip his ass to pull him forward even more. She’s swallowing me!