Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)

William wanted some more of my good head and started motivating me by making it thump. I moved my mouth up, down, and around, trying to capture it, hands-free. Then I had to grab it again to steady it and continue my feast fit for the saints. I had to charm that damn snake into submission.

I sucked, licked, sucked, licked, sucked on balls, sucked, licked, tongue-flicked some ass, and then sucked and licked again until William couldn’t take it anymore. When I realized that he was about to shoot the mother lode, I quickly grabbed the small bowl of sugar on the table and caught all of his semen in it.

William looked shocked, even though he was trying to catch his breath. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Watch.”

I rose up from the table and switched over to the fridge. I opened the door and got out the small crate of strawberries that I had spotted in the drawer earlier when I retrieved the red potatoes. I took one out and smeared it in William’s cum, held it up so that I could gaze at its beauty, and then sucked on the end of it before biting it off.

“Shit! You get down like that!” William exclaimed.

“Oh, sugar, you haven’t seen a damn thing yet.” I dipped the strawberry again and took another bite. “I’m about to show you some shit you’ve never seen before.”

William chuckled. “Well, let’s pray I can handle it.”

I walked back over to the table and pushed him down into the chair that I had vacated. Then I pulled my sundress over my head in one swoop, exposing my banging black lace bra and panty set.

I ran my fingers down over my body. “Do you think this body can bring you pleasure? Immense pleasure?”

“Damn sure looks like it,” he rep

lied as I lowered my bra straps and fed him one of my taut nipples. He circled it with his tongue. “Um, tasty.”

I took a strawberry and let the juice drip on my chest and over my breasts; then he licked it off. This went on for a good five minutes, William devouring my breasts like a starved man.

Meanwhile, at some point, my panties had dropped and were dangling around my right ankle. William started fingering my pussy and then he got creative like me. While he still had my left breast on lock with his mouth, suckling on it like a pacifier, he reached around me, got a strawberry from the crate, and swirled it in my pussy; some of the juice trickled down the inside of my thighs. It felt sticky but oh, so good.

That shit motivated me! I sat on the table and, since the kitchen was rather small, I stretched my right foot over to brace it on the side of the sink, high-heeled pump and all. That allowed William more access to the pussy, which he wasted no time digging into.

“Shit!” I shuddered when he started licking my clit. “Work that tongue, baby.”

He buried his face in my pussy and I started moving my hips back and forth like a pendulum, feeding him my ambrosia. Then I grabbed the back of his head and finally ran my fingers through his hair, like I had been craving to do since the day I had first laid eyes on him.

I came quickly and fell back on the table, still moving my hips so he could get his fill of me. I managed to whimper, not whisper, “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”

William stood and glanced toward the doorway again. Damn shame that I had forgotten all about Judy. There I was sucking dick and feeding her man my pussy in her kitchen, begging for a massive dick down from him. I realize that made me a stank ho, by the definition of most, but I could not help myself. I did not believe in living my life with regrets and if he was willing to give up the dick, I was willing to intake it.

“Maybe we should go to your place,” William said, obviously either feeling guilty, or nervous. It had to be nerves. Guilt would have told him to put my clothes back on. He wanted to take the sexcapade to a different location. “Judy might come up-stairs.”

“She’s knocked,” I replied and pulled him toward me by the hips. “Like you need to be knocking out the bottom of this pussy.”

The dirty talk did it. William turned into a beast; a barbarian. He reached down, grabbed both of my ankles, slid my ass back on the table and pushed my ankles toward both sides of my head. Then he rammed the barnacle dick all up in my snatch.

It was a shock to my system; a revelation; a freaking gift from heaven above.

William grunted and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Oh, my damn!”

I started squirming my ass around on the table. This was too much but I dared him to stop. This was the dick that I needed to reminisce about in my rocking chair; the one.

William started grinding into me slowly … at first. It was like he was probing my pussy with a miniature flashlight. But that Maglite quickly turned into a floodlight. It was like his dick expanded once it hit my g-spot, and hit it, it did. The tip of his dick hit my “ledge” and I had to stifle a scream. I lost all control of my nervous system for about ten seconds.

“Are you okay, Marilyn?” William inquired, concerned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuck … that …” I whispered. “Hurt me. Demolish this pussy like a wrecking crane.”

William truly went for broke then. He started pounding me like a jackhammer to the point that I literally almost shit on myself. Those mashed potatoes from dinner started gurgling in my stomach and I had to prairie dog them from coming out. That might sound nasty but, let’s not front, one sign of hellified, over-the-top sex is having to control your bowels like a woman has to do when she’s pushing out a seven-pound baby.

William kept it up for a good thirty minutes, the pussy probe. After a while, I almost blacked out but managed to stay coherent somehow.