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“Thank goodness it’s Friday”, Tammy said to her self, as she walked into her apartment. After a long day at work, all she wanted to do was soak in a nice hot bath.

As she walked to the bathroom, she began taking off her clothes. She was a pretty woman, 39 years old, 5′2, 195lbs, 38D, and her pussy was completely shaved. She was a BBW, and very proud. If you didn’t like the way she looked, then don’t look, was her attitude.

By the time she got to the bathroom, she was naked. She turned on the water, and plugged the bathtub. She poured in bath salts, to help her relax. Dipping her hand into the water, to make sure it wasn’t too hot, she stepped into the tub.

She lowered herself, and sat down in the hot water. It felt great, and she laid back, and enjoyed the sensation. She closed her eyes, and began to fantasize. She fantasized a lot lately, about rough, nasty sex. Lately her fantasies had involved only black men. For reasons she could never explain, or understand, she felt the need to be used by a black man. She even had visions, of being the center of a gangbang, of all black men. Everyone calling her names, and violating her always wet pussy.

These fantasies always made her dripping wet, and forced her to touch her pussy, every time. All she had to do was imagine herself getting used by a black man, or men, and she could always make herself cum. All she had to do was close her eyes, rub her clit, and fantasize.

Fantasizing is fantastic, and somewhat satisfying, but you can only masturbate for so long, before you actually need to get fucked. Tammy had not had sex in over 4 months. She had not had sex by choice, since her last boyfriend broke her heart.

Breaking up about a year ago, she was only able to have meaningless, usually, unsatisfying sex. She usually went about two months before spreading her legs for someone. She didn’t care, since she was completely honest with the guy from the beginning.

Whoever the guy was, he knew she wanted no relationships, or boyfriends. All she wanted was to get fucked once in a while. Men being men, she never had a problem finding someone.

The phone rang, bouncing her back into reality. She just laid there, not wanting to answer it. Finally the ringing stopped, and she realized her skin was like a prune. She decided to get out of the tub, since the water had begun to get cold anyway.

She stepped out, and began drying herself off. As she rubbed the towel over her pussy, she realized she was dripping wet, and not with bath water. She needed to get used so bad, she could feel her pussy throbbing.

She tried to put the thought out of her head, as she put on her robe, and headed to check her email, and pay some bills.

After paying the bills, she began checking her email. “So much junk mail”, she thought. Then something caught her eye. “Black Men Want White Women” were the words in the subject line. Of course she wanted to know more, so she clicked on it. It was an ad for a dating site, with only black men, looking for white women.

It didn’t take long for Tammy, to register for free, and place an ad. Little did she know, she was exactly what a black man was looking for.

The site also had a chat room for members, so she decided to check it out. The list of rooms seemed to go on forever. Deciding on ‘White BBW’s Crave Black’, she clicked on it and entered.

Almost immediately, an instant message popped up in the window. It read: “Have you ever had black cock?”

Figuring she would play along, she typed back “No”.

“Do you crave black cock?”

“Yes.”

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Always.”

“Have you ever had, more than one guy use you at a time?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” She knew full well she would love it, but wasn’t ready to tell a total stranger that.

“If you are forced to, then you will have no choice.”

“I guess that’s true.” Reading the word ‘force’ made her pussy feel like, it was on fire.

Tammy decided she needed a drink for this conversation. She went to the kitchen, and grabbed a beer from the fridge.

When she got back she saw he sent another message. “Have you ever had a stranger fuck you?”

As she was typing her answer, another message popped up. “Answer me whore!”

She felt a chill run through her body, wishing he was with, her calling her names like that.

“I’m sorry, went to get a beer.” “No I have never been fucked by a stranger.”

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“Yes”. She guessed that’s what he wanted to hear.

“What is your name?”

“Tammy.”

“Rub your pussy Tammy.”

“No, and I don’t like where this is going.”

“Rub it now cunt!”

Like her hand had a mind of it’s own, it went right down between her legs. Her cunt was sopping wet, and she rubbed her fingers over her clit. She couldn’t believe how wet she was. The way this guy was treating her, was really turning her on.

His demands for her to do things to herself, went on for about an hour, with him making her drink four beers in the process. Maybe it wasn’t really him making her, she did it freely. She enjoyed following orders and pleasing Dom men. Him being black was an added bonus.

Not being a drinker, tammy was a bit tipsy at this point.

“Are you ready to be a whore for black cock, Tammy?”

Being drunk, and somewhat bolder than usual, she said “Yes, I am.”

“Get dressed, and meet me at the Grand Hyatt Hotel on 42nd Street & Lexington Avenue, at 8:00 P.M.” “I will be wearing black pants, and a red shirt.” Then he signed off.

It was now, 6:30 P.M., and didn’t know why, but she began to get dressed. She was going to meet a total stranger, and he was going to fuck her. Her pussy tingled at the thought, and she finished getting dressed. She called a cab and was on her way.

On the cab ride there, she thought about maybe this not being a good idea. For some reason though she wasn’t scared. She felt excited, and aroused. She looked at the window, and thought about how she would finally get, a black cock filling her cunt.

As the cab exited the F.D.R. drive at 42nd street, her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it would burst right out of her chest.

The cab pulled up, and there was a tall, very handsome, black man, standing in front of the hotel. Tammy stepped out of the cab, and walked up to him. At that moment she realized, she didn’t even know his name.

He looked at her, and said “Are you ready to be a white slut for black cock?”

She realized then, that this was her stranger. Assuming they were going into the Hyatt Hotel, she tuned to walk inside.

The stranger didn’t follow, and just asked “Where are you going?”

“We are not children here, I think we both know why we met here tonight.”

“And what would that be, slut?”

There was the tingling again, deep inside her pussy, she loved to be called names. It made her feel more like a dirty whore.

“To fuck, so let’s go”, she grabbed the handle of the door.

“Oh yes, my white slut, we did come here to fuck, but not in that hotel.”

“So where then?”

He grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him. “Just come with me.”

They walked about 3 blocks, and stopped in front of a seedy hotel. There were drunks, and dirty old men hanging out in front.

“What the hell is this?” “I’m not going in there!”

He stepped next to her, and whispered in her ear. “You will go inside, or I will leave you here, and let them take care of you.” He pointed towards the derelicts on the steps.

“Oh no, please don’t do that.”

“Then get moving!”

Tammy climbed the stairs, and through the front door. They walked over to the counter, and he paid for the room.

She walked in front of him up the stairs, so he could admire her big ass. They walked into the room, and she sat down on the bed.

This was the worst hotel room, she had ever seen. It was old, and not the cleanest place, she had ever seen. It was definitely better than being left to those guys, in front of the hotel.

“May I ask your name?” she asked.

“Sir or Master will be fine.”

“Do you want to know my name?”

“I will call you whatever I want, and I can assure you, your real name, is not something I need to know.”

“Ok.”

He jumped up from the chair he was sitting in, and grabbed her by her hair. He jerked her head back, and brought his face right next to hers. She could feel his breath on her cheek.

“Ok what, bitch?”

Stunned from the sudden change, she had no idea what to say. As she was trying to figure out what to say, she felt his hand come down on her face. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get her to answer correctly.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“That’s better bitch.” “Now get your clothes off whore.”

Tammy did as she was told, and stood completely naked in front of her black Master. He sat down on a chair, and began his use of Tammy.

“Turn around, and bend over in front of me.”

“Yes Sir.” She bent over exposing her pussy, and ass to a total stranger. This was a man she had met, no more than a half an hour ago. Now there she was obeying his every word.

“You have such a big, white ass.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“I like to make a bitch’s white ass, very red.”

“Oh no Sir, please don’t hurt me!”

With that, his hand came down on her ass hard, making her scream. A few more smacks, and she was now getting into it. She raised her ass high, so he would continue his spanking. Every smack, made her pussy drip more, and more.

“Oh so you like being spanked, do you bitch?”

“Oh yes, Sir”, “Thank you Sir.”

He stopped spanking her long enough to shove two fingers, deep inside her pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Tammy yelled. She couldn’t believe how good this felt. The fact that he was a total stranger, was only heightening her excitement.

“What are you bitch?”

“I am a white slut for black cock Sir.”

“Good, then turn around, and get on your knees, and suck my big black cock.”

“Yes Sir.” Tammy quickly got to her knees, ready to be the whore she knew she was.

“Well, bitch, don’t just sit there, take my cock out of my pants.”

“Yes Sir.”

Tammy couldn’t believe, she was finally going to suck black cock. Her pussy juice was dripping down her leg, at the thought of it. She pulled out his semi hard cock. Even semi hard it was already about 8 inches. She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue, up and down his shaft.

“C’mon whore, didn’t you ever suck cock before?”

“Yes Sir, I have.”

“Stop the licking bullshit, and take my cock in your mouth, and SUCK IT!”

Tammy could hear he was getting upset, which scared her, so she took his black rod deep in her mouth. Immediately, she loved the taste of his cock. It was like she was mesmerized by this total stranger, who was using her like a piece of white meat.

His cock grew to a full 10 inches, after sucking it for a few minutes. She had never seen such a big cock, in her life. He was enormous. She couldn’t understand why she had not done this sooner.

She couldn’t wait to feel him violate her cunt, stretching it, making her scream. She knew she would do anything for black cock, and that now, she was truly a white slut for black cock.

Master grabbed her hair, rough and hard. He began slamming his cock in and out of her mouth. He face fucked her rough, and barely let her up to breathe.

“You like that cock bitch?”

“Oh yes Sir, I love your cock.”

“I knew you would, you are a dirty white whore.” “All dirty white whores crave black cock.”

“Yes Sir.” Tammy couldn’t understand it, but she felt she needed his cock. She needed for him to use her, in dirty, nasty ways. She would do anything for him, and he knew it.

He thought about what a good cock sucker she was. Much better than the white whores he has used in the past. He would keep her around a bit, to service him when he wanted.

His mind began to wander for a second, thinking about all the ways he would use her. As he thought about this, he continued to push her mouth deeper onto his cock. She couldn’t take all of him without gagging, and he figured with a little practice she would take his whole cock in her mouth, and love it! He knew what she needed, and he was more than willing to comply.

He roughly pulled her mouth off his cock and said, “Stand up bitch!”

Tammy jumped to her feet, and just stood there. He roughly spread her legs, and now there was no hiding the juices that were flowing down her leg.

“Clasp your hands, and put them behind your head.”

She did as she was told, and was now standing there completely vulnerable, to whatever he had in mind for her.

He actually loved the way she looked, but he would never say that to her. He loved a white BBW, that of course loved it rough.

He admired her for a minute, taking in everything about her whore body. Her 38D tits, were the perfect size, and hung down a bit. She had a small belly, and her thighs were enormous. Her pussy was completely shaved, which he loved.

He couldn’t wait to ram his cock into her sweet pussy. Soon enough he would, but he was enjoying teasing her first.

“Do you think those white tits are good enough for me whore?”

“Yes Sir, they are.”

His hand came down on the side of her face, not too hard, but hard enough to make her jump.

“No they are not whore, but I will use you anyway.”

“Yes Sir.”

He grabbed her tit, and squeezed her so hard she screamed, in what seemed like a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Shut up bitch!”

“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”

He took her now, rock hard nipple between his finger and thumb, and pinched real hard.

She couldn’t fathom why she was enjoying this. He was obviously only looking at her as a fuck toy, and play thing.

As he continued to pinch her nipples, taking turns on both, everything came into perspective. She had to admit to herself, that she enjoyed the use, and humiliation.

After realizing that, she knew she now belonged to him. Her pussy was dripping wet by now, and she desperately wanted relief. She would not dare ask for it, knowing the consequences.

He continued to maul, and abuse her tits. Her nipples were bright red, and sore. He must have known this because, he bent down and took a sore nipple into his mouth.

At first she thought he was trying to ease the pain, but then he started biting her nipple. This was hurting more than the pinching, but she kept quiet.

All she wanted to do was please him. It was like an uncontrollable urge. She would not feel complete if she does not please him. She was stunned at herself, for thinking like this, but she couldn’t help it.

As he sucked on her sore nipples, his hand went down between her legs.

“Damn bitch, you are fucking soaking wet!”

“Yes Sir.”

“Why is that whore, why is your cunt soaking wet like this?”

“Because I am a whore Sir.”

“What kind of whore are you?”

“A white whore for black cock, Sir.”

“That’s right bitch, now lay down on the bed.”

She was happy to get on the bed, since her arms were killing her standing like that. She laid down on her back, on the bed. He walked over to her and roughly, turned her over onto her stomach. He liked admiring her big, fat white ass. He was almost drooling over it, and of course he didn’t want her to catch on, that he actually liked her

“Get your ass high in the air cunt!”

She pulled her legs up to a kneeling position, and now she was on all fours on the bed. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but by the sounds of it he was undressing. Now she was really excited. Soon, she thought, his big black cock would be deep inside her juicy wet hole.

He walked up behind her, and started rubbing her clit, making her moan in ecstasy. He began rubbing faster, and she was rocking back and forth, begging for him to finger her.

“What do you want bitch, tell me.”

“Please Sir, finger my pussy.”

“You like to be fingered in your hot wet hole, don’t you slut?”

“Oh yes Sir, please!”

He fiercely plunged two fingers deep inside her. He almost knocked her head against the headboard. She didn’t care, she was loving it.

He savagely fingered her pussy, while he spanked her ass. She was bucking back and forth, fucking his fingers.

“That’s it bitch, fuck me.”

“Yes yes Sir, aaaahhhhh yes, please don’t stop!”

“You like that, my dirty white slut?”

“Yes Sir, ooohhhh aaaahhhh, oh fuck!”

“Do you want to cum whore?”

“Please yes Sir, please I need to cum.”

“Cum on my fingers slut.”

Tammy could feel her orgasm building up inside her. The sensation she was feeling, was undescribable. It almost felt like the feeling you get riding a roller coaster. The way your heart drops, when you ride down the big hill. It was amazing, she thought. She could feel her juices flowing down his hand.

She finally stopped screaming, and bucking, and he brought his fingers up to her mouth.

“Clean your pussy juice off me bitch!”

“Yes Sir.” She grabbed his hand, and began licking up and down his fingers, getting every drop of her juice. She loved the way her pussy tasted, and hoped he would taste her too.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth, and went back behind her again. He put his fingers back inside her, to lubricate his fingers. He rubbed her juice all over her asshole, making sure it was nice, and slippery. He slowly inserted one finger into her tight, white, asshole.

“Oh no please, Sir, I don’t do anything anal, please.”

He slowly slid his whole finger inside her saying, “You do now bitch.”

“Aaaaagggghhhh”, she screamed through her sobs.

“What’s the matter, does that hurt, slut?”

“Yes Sir, please no more.”

“We are just getting started, my dirty piece of fuck meat.”

Just when she was beginning to adjust to his finger violating her asshole, he slid another finger inside her. He was stretching her with his fingers, and when she realized fighting was pointless, she relaxed. She relaxed her muscles, inviting him in.

“That’s it, just relax, and give all of yourself to me whore.”

“Yes Sir”.

The pain subsided, and became pleasure. It was all so quick. One minute she was in pain, and the next she wanted more. She couldn’t explain it, nor did she care right now. She just wanted to be used, rough, and nasty. She knew that this guy, could give her everything she needed sexually.

“Who owns you slut?”

In between moans she managed to get out “You do Sir, you own all of me.”

He violently fingered her ass, and then slid a finger into her pussy. She thought she was going to explode right there. She had never had both her holes filled at the same time. She knew that it was something she would be doing a lot of.

He continued to finger her ass, and cunt, to another mind blowing orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably, as her orgasm took over her whole body.

“Oh aaaaahhhhhh fuck ooooohhhhh yes master!”

Again being soaked with her juices, he stuck his fingers back in her mouth. She greedily licked up her juices, like a good whore.

“You ready for some of my black cock bitch?”

She stuck her ass higher up in the air, and said “Yes Sir, please, I need you inside me.”

He spread her ass with his big, rough hands, and plowed into her cunt. This time her head did hit the headboard, as she screamed at the sudden pain. His cock was huge, and he was ripping her pussy apart. As he pounded into her, he spanked her ass, making it bright red.

As he fucked his whore, he was thinking about how he would keep her around a while. This way he could pound her, and use her whenever he wanted. He would fulfill his deepest fantasies with her. He knew she would do anything he wanted, and he was going to take full advantage of that.

He grabbed her by her hair, and pounded into her, as hard as he could. She was screaming, and begging for more.

“You like my cock buried in your cunt, don’t you bitch?”

“Yes….oooohhhh fuck…….yes Sir, I love it……aaaahhhhh please don’t stop!”

I actually looked at her, instead of seeing her from across my classroom desk. Her face appeared oval, yet her chin was sharply defined, not blunt and up close, her honey complexion was still absolutely flawless, not pockmark, not a mole, not a single blemish marred its velvety smooth surface. Her small ears lay back flat, close to her skull, the lobes almost nonexistent and her nose was small and slightly turned up. Her luminous eyes were almond-shaped pools of dark molasses and tilted up slightly like a cat”s. Her eyelashes were long and her eyebrows were precisely sculptured bands of the finest mink. Her lips were lush, inviting. Her neck was long and slender—swan-like and she invariably held her chin high, proudly. The moderate flare of her nostrils, the fullness of her ripe mouth, these were the only real indications of Chantel”s mixed ancestry, even her creamy mocha complexion could be mistaken for a great tan.

Chantel was simply a naturally beautiful creature and in her captivating presence I was soaring so far above Cloud 9, there wasn”t a large enough number for it.

“I… I…” Chantel blushed. “I don”t know if I can… if I can go any further than this with you, Mrs. Chapel.”

My heart sank like a rock. “You don”t know if you can, or you”d rather not?” Compared to this stunning beauty, I was the proverbial ugly gangly duckling and she was uncomfortable being this close to me.

“Oh, no, it”s not that, Mrs. Chapel,” she answered quickly. She looked down at where her hands were clasped in her lap. “I have a small confession to make,” she said softly. “Well, maybe not that small, really. You see, late at night, when I”m still awake in my bed, I think about what I would do at just this moment.” Her voice became a little stronger. “I think about what sorts of things you might like to do with me. I”m afraid that those wicked thoughts have caused me to do things that aren”t very nice.”

This was encouraging. “And, what sort of thoughts do you have about us, Chantel?”

Her eyes slid to me. “Naughty girl/girl things.”

Even more encouraging. “And what do these naughty girl/girl thoughts cause you to do?”

“I have to get myself off, or I”ll never be able to go to sleep.”

Most encouraging. “And how do you accomplish that, Chantel?”

“With my fingers and… and with something I threw in my suitcase when my sister and I cut loose of our mother four years ago.”

“And what would that be?”

“Mother”s vibrator,” Chantel answered without a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

The ice wasn”t entirely broken between us, but some serious fissures were making their way to the surface. “What sort of vibrator is it? Describe it for me. Please.”

“Nothing high-tech, not like you see advertised on the Internet.” Chantel”s voice and body language no longer showed any signs of timidity. “It”s eight inches long, not too slender, sortta realistic…” Her eyes lit up even more. “And it”s black.”

“You didn”t happen to bring it along, did you?”

Chantel actually grinned. “Not this time, Mrs. Chapel.”

I heard the weakened ice shatter and wondered if Chantel heard it, too. Then I heard something else; an intrusive clearing of a throat that reminded me that Chantel and I weren”t alone. “Darnell, would you please go over and sit in the chair,” I said, not taking my eyes off Chantel. “You can get undressed, as I”m sure you sorely want to right now, but please, do not get out of the chair unless one of us asks you to join us here on the bed.”

“You heard her, Darnell.” The firmness in Chantel”s voice was authoritarian. “Sit!”

Darnell never so much as muttered as he crossed the room. I heard him undressing, but the exposure of his awe inspiring, always-dependable black cock was the furthest thing from my mind right then. I tenderly laid my hand on top of Chantel”s. I could feel her feminine heat rising from her pubic region. “Are you so certain now that this can”t go any further between us?”

“If I wasn”t praying that this will go a lot further,” she answered both precisely and confidently, “then I wouldn”t have come this far.”

“You”re sure that I don”t… What”s the phrase you use? That I don”t turn you off?”

“Oh No! You”re… you are the most beautiful woman I know, Mrs. Chapel.” She shivered, which caused her youthful breasts beneath the too-short sweater to jiggle in a very naughty way. “Why, I”ve got goose bumps crawling all over me knowing that it”s finally going to happen with you… for real.”

Surely Chantel was referring to my inner beauty, not my uninspiring outer casing. I gathered up every once of courage I could muster. “Prove it.”

Chantel proved her sincerity in the most convincing manner; by leaning in and kissing me on the mouth.

I had thought Darnell knew how to kiss. Chantel REALLY knew how to kiss a woman. The touch of her full lips on mine was electric and they parted in welcome when the tip of her lightly traced them. Chantel”s wet tongue sensuously entered my mouth and seductively slithered against and around my own. She thoroughly explored the confines of my mouth—the ridges of the roof, the insides of my cheeks, the back of my teeth, my gums. That inquisitive tongue of hers even found its way to the back of my throat—like she was going to fuck my throat with it, before she finally broke off the most arousing kiss I had ever received… from anyone.

“Satisfied, Mrs. Chapel?”

I was having a little trouble drawing a remotely even breath. I took her hand and drew it between my legs, hoping that the fact that my pussy was literally drooling woman cream would be answer enough.

Apparently, it was a sufficient enough answer, because two of Chantel”s fingers gently entered me. They worked an unbelievable magic deep inside me for some excruciatingly long moments before she removed them and held her hand up to her face. “I just love the smell of “Obsession”,” she sighed. Her pink tongue snaked out from between her lush lips and lapped in a kittenish manner at the pussy juice on her glistening fingers. Cunt cream… from MY cunt! “Mmmmmmm, you taste even better than I”ve always dreamed you would, Mrs. Chapel.”

Through the sexual fog that now shrouded me from reality, I faintly heard an anguished groan and hoped that D”bone hadn”t just shot his cum all over the bedroom carpet. The show hadn”t even begun yet… not in earnest.

Keisha stood and looked down at me with a winsome smile. “Would you rather I undressed myself, Mrs. Chapel?” she cooed. “Or, would you like to unveil me yourself?”

“In light of what has just happened, what you just did to me, I think Mrs. Chapel is a bit formal.” I was a bit surprised to find that I still had voice, though it did sound a little breathless. A little breathless my newbie white slut ass! Any more breathless and I would be hyperventilating. “I think Diane would be far more intimate between us. Don”t you, Chantel?”

“Oh, yesssss,” she sighed. “Diane has a much more intimate sound to it. It”s like… like honey on my tongue.” I could faintly hear her whisper my name half a dozen times. “So, Diane, how shall we go about getting me properly undressed?”

I didn”t trust my own fingers to work properly and Chantel”s fingers were already fiddling with the small pearl buttons of her skimpy sweater. “Why don”t you unveil as much, or as little of yourself as you”re comfortable with, dear,” I offered. This way, if she wound up stark naked, it would be her choice, without any overt coercions on my part.

With practiced fingers, the three buttons straining to keep Chantel”s sweater closed were popped through the holes and the tight cashmere wrapper burst open like a kernel of popped corn. Her youthful breasts were absolute perfection—identically symmetrical, somewhat larger than my own, but not by much, capped by brown areolas the size of half dollars—and her perky, upturned nipples, the way they appeared so hard and yet succulent in the soft glow of the bed lamps, was an image that would be etched in my mind forever.

She shrugged the sweater off her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor, then hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her micro-mini and pushed what was hardly more than a wide dish towel down over her slim hips. She stepped back a bit into shadow and proceeded to make quite a show out of disrobing for my benefit; going about getting out of her skirt teasingly, little more than an inch of the skirt was lowered with every expectant breath I managed to take. When the top of the skirt was just past her pubis, she turned around, bent over, and slowly pushed it down her long legs until her hands were resting perfectly flat on her insteps.

She allowed me a few precious seconds to gaze at her perfect ass, then slowly stood up. I could see in the soft light that she had a small tattoo (about the size of a quarter) on her right shoulder blade—a colorful butterfly.

She was nude for me now, but not entirely naked. Chantel still had on her platform heels and, if the slim band around her waist and the cord that disappeared between her taunt buttocks were any indication, she was wearing a white thong. With a seductive smile over her shoulder at me, she slipped off the heels then reached up and undid the barrette holding her hair in place. Unsecured, her raven hair cascaded down back, stopping just short of her buttocks. It was so thick and luxurious, she looked like she was wearing a black cape. It made her even more alluring, more desirable.

Chantel shook her head, giving her long, flowing hair that wild and free look. She removed an elegant gold watch from her right wrist, twisted a black star sapphire ring off her left ring finger and set them both on the nightstand and with an animal glint in her eyes, she crawled onto the bed like stalking cat in the wilds. Then she was beside me, and then she was crouched over me with my trembling body being bracket by her two extended arms. I was securely captured and hers to devour. “If you want me unveiled any further, Diane,” she purred, “you”ll have to do it yourself.”

Oh, I wanted Chantel unveiled all they way, and I would gladly do it myself, but in due time. Someone as wantonly delectable as Chantel deserved to be enjoyed like expensive brandy; she should be properly warmed, her unique fragrance had to be deeply inhaled, the exquisite taste of her would demand that it be savored on the tongue for several long moments, before she could be gobbled up. “Kiss me again, Chantel,” was all I could think of to say, all that I wanted to happen between us… for the moment.

Chantel lowered her head and molded her lips to my mouth. Her earlier kiss had been explicit, this time she kissed me with unequivocal passion. It was a long kiss, a through kiss, and I did my utmost to hungrily return all of the steadily building passion I was orally receiving from her. “Mmmmm, you kiss good, Diane,” she breathed into my mouth.

Hearing Chantel whisper my name like that pushed everything up several notches… including both my body temperature and thundering heart rate. I reached up and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands; the hard, pointy nipples actually felt hot against my sweating palms.

In turn, Chantel slid her hands inside my negligee and fondled my smaller tits. “I just love your nipples, Diane,” she fawned. “They”re so hard… and so long.” Taking each aching nipple between her forefingers and middle fingers, she playfully tugged on them. “I bet, if we both really tried, you could actually put one of these inside me. It would like having a tiny cock in my pussy.” Her forehead furrowed. “That is if you would like to do something naughty and kinky like that with me.”

There was Darnell”s wish being served up on a honey-fleshed, ultra-feminine platter. Also, since she had been the first to use profanity, breasts were out and tits were in, so was pussy, cunt, clit, cum, and asshole. For that matter, screaming out, “Fuck me, you hot young slut!” would most definitely be the “In” thing to do in a moment of severely overheated passion. And I couldn”t wait to reach that glorious moment with Chantel. “We can try and fit one of my hard, long nipples in your pretty cunt right now, Chantel,” I offered in a barely controlled voice. “If you want to, of course.”

“Ohhhhh, I do.” Chantel”s grin beamed like a child”s at Christmas. “Could we… can we try right now, Diane?”

I slid a hand down her body, trailed my fingernails lightly along her inner thigh and into her thong. The feel of another woman”s pussy in my hand—for the very first time—was an intensely galvanic experience. I massaged the puffy outer lips, then slid an inquisitive finger between them and ran it along her slit. Chantel was wet… not as wet as I was, but decidedly WET. “Before we attempt this nipple/cunt naughtiness,” I said, lightly rubbing her slippery clit, “we need to get rid of this restrictive device you”re still wearing.”

Chantel rose up on her knees. “Take it off me, Diane.”

I pulled my hand from the thong and grasped the hip strap with both hands. I was in a hurry, but managed to slowly peel it down over her hips. Her pussy was quickly exposed and I stopped peeling because the sight before my enraptured eyes was simply breathtaking. Her pussy wasn”t bald; there was a tuft of inky-black hair at the upper apex of her pubis—neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart, and along the edge of each outer lip ran a finger wide strip of black pussy hair.

I resumed my downward peeling of her thong and when I had it down around her knees, Chantel fell over on her back and helpfully lifted her feet in the air so I could finish getting rid of the damned thing and then get a much closer look at her pussy. I ended up impatiently yanking the thong off her feet and tossed it in the direction I vaguely remembered D”bone should be sitting, intently watching the hot lezzie show we were supposedly putting on for his benefit… and also stroking his hard black cock, no doubt.

Chantel now lay completely naked before me, with her bowed knees invitingly wide apart. She looked so innocent, yet she was also so alluring and so god awful desirable. I could see in the soft glow that her creamy mocha-caramel complexion was all over, head to toes, not a tan line in sight, just the thin pink welt where the waist strap of her thong had ridden right above her hip bones.

What drew my eyes away from her pussy (the only thing that could have) was Chantel”s other tattoo—a burnt-orange salamander high up on the inside of her left thigh. Its triangular head, like a pointing arrow, was aimed right at her pussy.

“Like what you see, Diane?” she inquired.

For fear of drooling like some dumbfounded idiot, I didn”t dare open my mouth and murmured, “Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmm, Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

Chantel ran her hands down her body and parted the lips of her pussy with her French manicured fingers. “You might have to get in real close to see if I”m wet enough for us to get your nipple in my pussy, Diane.”

I squirmed around until I was lying on my stomach between her legs, my face less than a foot away from her pussy. The masking scent of her perfume wasn”t as strong down here and I could smell her pussy, but the mesmerizing effect of being this facially close to another woman”s pussy, I quickly realized, was a far more powerful aphrodisiac than any perfume could ever be, regardless of how expensive or exclusive it might be.

My thumbs replaced Chantel”s fingers on her black-hair-fringed labia and I—someone who until a few days ago had never had a serious lesbian thought, who until a moment ago had never so much as accidentally touched another woman”s pubic region—was now splaying open my most prized student”s pussy all on my own. The slit between her pussy lips was a pale satin pink that glistened in the light with her feminine wetness and her clit was a shimmering pearl, temptingly nestled just inside its protective hood.

Chantel grabbed the backs of her knees and rocked back, exposing herself even more. I hadn”t been ready for that, so I was now staring right at her anus. The small, puckered rosebud was a light camel”s hair brown. She flexed her sphincter so her cute little asshole almost seemed to wink at me and I wondered if it had been a reflex action, or invitation. I took it as a direct invitation and impulsively slid up to kiss her asshole. She flexed it invitingly against my lips a couple of time, so I knew I had guessed right.

From this position, I was also looking right into her vagina. The inside of her cunt was cherry red and appeared to already be lubricated well enough with her natural secretions for what we intended to do, but it could be made a lot wetter. I slid my mouth up to her gaping hole and drooled down into it. While I was there, I did exactly what I would have wanted done to me if the situation was reversed and slithered my tongue up her slit and stabbed at her clit with the tip of it.

This elicited two positive reactions from the young woman under my face, a drawn out, “Yesssssssssssssssssss!” and an immediate rocking her pussy against my mouth. I took her clit between my lips and sucked lightly as I continued to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. This all had to be intuitive because I had never before imagined myself doing this to another woman… never, ever. But, I was much too far-gone to consider the possible ramifications of what I was doing and intensified my novice attempt at pussy eating. I sucked and licked her clit with total abandon, breaking off to fuck my stiffened tongue deep and fast in and out of her cunt, before returning to nurse on her fully unhooded clit. All the while, Chantel”s encouraging rocking against my working mouth was becoming more demanding, more and more urgent.

It had to have only a few minutes before I faintly heard Chantel rasp, “Mrs. Chapel… Diane… you have… no idea what you”re… doing to me.”

I might not have had a full grasp about what I was doing, but I was clearly doing it well enough, and was willing to continue doing it for as long as Chantel would let me. What I was not prepared for, however, was the explosive results of my first incursion into orally satisfying another woman. With a keening, “IIIIIIIIiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!” Chantel”s cunt erupted like someone had turned on a tap… fully. My initial thought was that she was peeing, but when my mind registered that the watery ejaculations spraying my face weren”t hot piss, but that Chantel was cumming in hard, quick spurts, I glued my open mouth to her cunt and swallowed almost as fast as the hot jets of woman juice continued to spew from her convulsing, expanding and contracting cunt.

Chantel ceased cumming much too soon to suit me, but that little bird in all of us told me this would not be the last time I would ever have my face bathed, or my thirst slackened by Chantel”s tumultuous, wet orgasms.

When she was at last able to breathe somewhat normally, Chantel lifted her head and looked down at where I was licking and kissing her sopping wet pussy. “Mrs… I never dreamed that you could eat pussy so incredibly good, Diane. Few people have been able to make me cum that hard, and only… and only one has made gush so quickly.”

I smiled at her over her dark tufted pubic mound. “I must be a natural pussy eater,” I confessed, “because this is the first time I”ve had had my face in a pussy.” Of course, if I had been as young and limber as Chantel, and probably double-jointed as well, I would have been a far mare accomplished at licking pussy (my own) than I was back then.

Chantel rose up and lowered her legs so that her feet were on either side of me and smiled down at me. “Well, Diane, if you get any better at it, I”m going be walking weak-kneed for the rest of the school year.”

Neither of us had any idea just how true her lascivious compliment would become. But, that”s getting a little ahead of things, and my otherwise ordered mindset demands that my entirely acceptable—though conditional—actively participatory decent into the sexually adventurous world of consensual slutdom be presented in chronological order. So, you may consider this entire paragraph froth with unintended hints of what lays ahead.