Outdoorsman

Da’yum, I just finished reading a novel by one of my favorite authors and the sex scenes in that thing had me on edge; fidgeting and wanting to play with my twat. I apologize if I’m being a little too forward, but ladies I’m sure that you all can relate. We’ve all had moments when there’s no one around, and that urge starts to seep in and take over, and there’s nothing that you can do but take care of the situation yourself.

Anyhow, there was a shower scene in the book that was steamier than a sauna. It’s one of the reasons I hate shower scenes in books. The book makes it out to be so perfect, but when it’s time to duplicate it with your partner, it never seems to go down as smoothly as it does in the book itself. There’s always fumbling, struggling, and mishaps going on that the author of the book fails to mention. My shower sex was nothing like those described in books. Ladies (oh, and gentlemen) here’s my story……

Well, to those of you who don’t know (that should be all of you) my name is Torica, or Tori for short. I am very happily married with three children, and they're all from the same man, my husband, Rob. I’m a city girl, but my husband, on the other hand, is a straight up country boy. We’ve been together for over twelve years and I still don’t understand some of his ways. For instance, when we first bought our house, he insisted on having an outside shower. Now, I’m already living with him in a rural country area, but who wants to shower outside with the bugs? Needless to say, he got his outdoors shower. Rob took plenty of showers in that thing. From where it was positioned, I could see into it from our bedroom window. He always tried to get me to shower with him, but I would refuse him each and every time.

From time to time, I would watch him from our window as he showered. Now my husband may not be the most attractive man in the world, or the most endowed, but he is still very desirable, especially to me. I liked how the sun would gleam on Rob’s body while the water trickled down his six foot frame. I would watch him take his shower in it’s entirely. Damn, I love that man.

On one particular day, I was staring out of the window at the shower. Rob was out with his friends and the boys were off with their grandparents, which left me home alone. I had just gotten through cleaning. Slowly coming out of my clothes, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the shower. I wondered in deep thought while staring at it. Oh, what the hell….. I went into the bathroom, grabbed my wash cloth, placed my towel around me, and headed out the door. Once outside, I walked hastily towards the shower, and entered it just as quickly. I glanced around to see if anyone had seen me, or could see me at that manner. The coast looked clear, but then I noticed something. From a different angle, at our neighbors’ house, there was a window, which if anyone looked through it, they could see the shower. Not only that, but they are able to see inside of it as well.

I stood motionless for a while, gathering the strength to strip and turn the shower on. Once I was able to do it, I closed my eyes and let myself go as the stream of water trickled on me. I took my cloth and applied the liquid soap to it. Commencing to washing my body, I felt liberated, free per say. Outside showering was quite different from what I was used to. Now I know why my husband insists on taking his showers out here. I cleansed my arms, breasts, stomach, and legs. When I went to wash my back, a force pulled the cloth from my hand. Startled, I quickly did an about-face, only to find myself face to face with the man whom I have been in love with for so many years. Rob looked at me with a smirk on his face. Without saying a word, he turned me around and washed my back. When he was through, I took the cloth from his hand, rinsed it out, rung it, and hung it up. He then told how shocking it was to him when he came home only to look through our bedroom window and spot me outside in the shower. Coyly, I turned away. Grabbing the soap, I began lathering his body, followed by washing him with his cloth. As I did this, Rob spoke to me in a calm manner. My husband always made sure that I knew how much he loves me, and the tone in his voice did just that.

As he spoke, I put the wash cloth to his wand of wonders. Instantly, it grew and hardened in my hands. I looked up at him. The stare that he gave me, told me that it was about to go down in a major way. Now, my husband’s tool is not the largest in the world, but at the same time, it’s far from being the smallest. I looked down at it, watching as it pulsated in my hand. It’s brown tone interrupted by bulging veins. Slowly, I kneeled down, until I was face to face with Rob’s enlarged vagina pleaser. I began to salivate at the thought of it touching the back of my throat. Ready to engorge his manhood, I parted my lips. As I got closer, Rob stopped me abruptly, and motioned for me to stand. Looking at him, I rose slowly to my feet.

My husband, a man of few words, then dropped to his knees, looked up at me, and told me that a king bows to no one, except his queen. Lowering his head, he kissed my feet. Moderately coming up, he traced a trail up my leg, stopping at the crease that lies between my thighs. Looking up at me, he placed his arms around me, with his hands landing on my upper back. I felt his hands slowly descending down the outer limits of my spine, coming to a halt at the brim of my voluptuous backside. Grasping my ass in his hands, gently and strategically, he kissed me on my belly. Again he did this, and one more time. Three kisses, on three separate stretch marks. I let out a sigh, as I remember him telling me once before that he does this as a token of his appreciation for me baring our three sons.

As I pondered this with my eyes closed, Rob hoisted my right leg onto his shoulder. Catching me off guard, he shoved his tongue deeply into the brinks of my love, causing me to succumb to him. His tongue swirled inside of me, before finding its way to my clitoris and instantly attacking it. Palming my ass, he pulled me closer to him. Adrenaline flowed through my body, searching for an exit. Waves of pleasure pushed towards my inner thighs. I could feel my clit swelling to massive proportions. Rob inserted two fingers and began banging and sucking away at the same time. Repeating this process several times, he pushed his fingers in and out of me steadily, then quickly, and back to a steady pace again. By this time, I was so ready to cum. It’s as if Rob sensed this, and all of a sudden, he stopped.

He stood up and looked me in my eyes. His hands slid across my body in smooth rhythmic motions. His tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth. The taste my divineness on his tongue heightened my sensual senses. Damn this man knows how to take my breath away.

I pulled away from him and lifted my leg around his waist. Clumsily, I leaned back against the shower wall, putting my other leg around him. Rob struggled to keep from dropping me. I wanted him badly inside of me.  My vaginal walls were pulsating; desiring to be wrecked by his erection.

I let out a gasp, as he guided himself deep in me. His sex organ maneuvered in and out of me with concentrated strokes, brushing against my clit each and every time. My eyes closed. I held on to him with one hand, while I brought my other hand to my breasts, alternately squeezing and pinching them.

Rob maintained his pace while holding me up from my bottom. Somehow he managed to place his finger right at my anus, making circular movements around it and slightly entering it at times. It was driving me crazy. Moving my lower body, I sexed him back. He stumbled a little, but was able to keep his balance, as well as keep up his pace.

Opening my eyes, something garnered my attention towards the window at house next door. I froze. I was glaring eye to eye with Monica (our neighbor). She didn’t bother to move or cover up the fact that she was peeping in on us. She just stood there, continuing to look, as I continued to stare her down also.

I knew for a fact that Monica was attracted to my husband. I could tell by the way she looked at him when we all crossed paths. Since she wanted to look, I decided to put on a show, to let her know why Rob chose me as his wife, and to why he refuses to stray from home.

Rob kept thrusting his rod into me, making me moan louder with each stroke. I lifted my breast towards his face. His strokes slowed, and immediately he began to savor my erect nipple. Sensations were building throughout my body. I started grinding on his stiffness. The shower water splashed over our bodies, and then it happened. I let loose on his pole with my own shower water. Rob’s knees weakened. He was on the verge of breakthrough. He pumped harder. I knew he was about cum. I had him put me down. Hastily, I dropped to my knees, grabbed my husband’s erectile, and jacked it ferociously, making sure that I maintained my motion on the tip. I looked up at Rob. His arms were stretched out against the shower wall. His head was raised towards the sky, and his face quenched. The head of his penis was swollen. I pointed it at my chin and within a few swift strokes, nut came spurting out, striking my lower face. I lowered his shaft so the he could finish off on my breasts. With his ejaculating wand in my hand, I commenced to rub it on my chest, smearing his sperm with it.

I wasn’t finished with him yet. Feeling a bit devilish, I placed my husband’s cock in my mouth, but before I could really get into what I was doing, Rob stopped me. He was spent, and unable to take anymore. Lowering himself to his knees, he took me in his arms and kissed me. Our embrace was long and sustaining. After a while, Rob rose to his feet with me in tow. He turned off the shower and walked out, cradling me, like a baby, in his arms.

As we headed towards the house, I glanced over Rob’s shoulder at the window next door. I was just in time to see Monica rolling her eyes and walking away. Enjoying the ride in those familiar arms, I let out a smirk and buried my face in my husband’s chest. This was my triumphant moment; an unspoken claim to what is mine.

©2015

Ultimatum II (The Reproduction)

Raven opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Sun rays peeked through the window causing her to squint. Once her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the sun’s early light, she focused on a Canary that was singing its little heart out from a tree limb right outside of her window. Losing herself within her own thoughts, she thought back to a night which still haunts her; a night five years in the past.

[“Shaheed, I don’t want to be alone tonight, or any other night. Don’t go back out”, Raven exclaimed. Stay with me and let’s have a future together. You can do other things; legal things. Let me awaken in the morning, to you holding me.”

The load of Raven’s words bore heavily on Shaheed’s shoulders. On one side, the woman he loved beckoning him for what he could see as a well flourished life, and on the other, the pavements that he’s spent years etching his name into. He stood motionless, with his face perplexedly aging before Raven’s eyes…..

Fatigued, Raven collapsed onto Shaheed, concealing the lone tear that escaped her eye. Shaheed held on to her, embracing her warm naked body into his strong but loving grasp.

It was late. Smiling as she rested in the arms of an exhausted Shaheed, Raven slowly drifted to sleep with thoughts of a secure future with the man she loved. Moments later, she was awakened by a strange feeling. Turning over, she strained her eyes to focus, and noticed Shaheed getting dressed. No words were spoken between them. Raven moved slowly to get up. She put on her robe, and walked Shaheed to the door. The two kissed before Shaheed exited into the night. Saddened, Raven shut and locked the door, knowing that not only did Shaheed exit her apartment, but her life as well.]

“Raven. Raven!”

Raven snapped out of her thoughts and back into the real world. A man of pecan complexion, with a medium build and no signs of muscle separation, was looking down at her. His facial expression was that of concern.

“Have you heard anything that I said, babe? What were you in such deep thought about?”

“Oh. Huh? What did you say?”

“I asked if you want me to fix you some breakfast before I head out the door.”

“No honey, I’ll be fine. I’ll eat later when I get out of bed. You have a good day at work and I’ll see you when you get home.”

At that moment, Dwayne, Raven’s husband of the last year and a half, kissed his wife and left for work.

Dwayne worked as a freelance contractor for a few businesses in town. He was not of the wealthy, but he wasn’t bad off neither. He and Raven had met about a year after the Shaheed ordeal. It took him a while, but he convinced Raven to give him the opportunity of being with her. The two dated and down the line were married in front of family and friends. He moved Raven out of her apartment in the city and into a quiet suburban neighborhood.

Later that evening, Raven scurried around the house. Dwayne had called her earlier, informing her that a potential client will be joining them for dinner. He told her not to worry about cooking dinner because he would pick up take-out on his way home.

“Baby I’m home”, Dwayne blasted.

“I’m almost ready. I’ll be down shortly.” Raven finished getting herself together and headed downstairs. Approaching the end of the stairwell, she could hear two voices; two very familiar voices. Entering the den, where the voices were coming from, Dwayne greeted her with a hug and kiss.

“Baby, let me introduce you to a childhood friend of mine. This is….”

Before Dwayne could complete his sentence, the man that he was talking to turned around, holding one of Raven and Dwayne’s wedding pictures in his hand. Raven’s mouth dropped and her knees buckled. Dwayne caught her and helped her to regain her balance.

“Raven, are you alright?”

“Yes, yes” Raven replied as she regained her composure.

Dwayne looked at Raven. “This is my friend and potential client, Shaheed. Shaheed, this is my wife Raven.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Dickson” Shaheed responded without taken his eyes off of Raven.

“Same here” Raven coolly replied, “but, please call me Raven.”

“Raven, it is.”

The three ate the takeout that Dwayne had picked up on his way home. Shaheed and Dwayne talked about the times they spent together growing up on some of the roughest streets of the city. Every so often, they would bring Raven into the conversation. She was tense and a bit uncomfortable in her own home. Memories of her and Shaheed raced through her mind. This could not be happening.

 Later that night, after Shaheed left, Dwayne, took a shower, then joined Raven in bed. Her back was to him, but by the way his man-hood was pressing against and poking her, she knew exactly what he wanted. She was not in the mood. Too much had happened that day and she was trying to get Shaheed off her mind, but just couldn’t fathom to do so. She told Dwayne that that she wasn’t feeling to well. Soon, he was fast asleep, leaving her up with an erratic mind.

As weeks passed, things got back to normal. Shaheed’s presence was no longer felt, and Raven’s thoughts of him had pretty much vanished. That was until Raven got a phone call one day from a number that was not programmed in her phone. It was Shaheed. He had stolen her number out of Dwayne’s cell phone while the two of them were out conducting business. Raven’s first reaction was to hang up, but something did not allow her to. She pleaded for Shaheed to leave her alone as he tried to get her to hear him out about how much he misses her and wanted to be with her. These calls from Shaheed went on for weeks until Raven agreed to meet with him under the notion that afterwards, he would leave her alone, as well as end all business affairs with her husband.

On the day of the initial meeting, Raven made sure that she dressed down and put on no type of fragrance. She did not want to pique Shaheed’s interest any more than it already was. The two met in broad daylight, in a public area where they talked while having lunch. Shaheed’s idea of conversation was bringing up memories of their past. Raven tried changing the subject and blocking him out, but the more Shaheed spoke, the more his words touched her in places that they shouldn’t have.

Raven had a soft spot for Shaheed and he was slowly but surely getting to that spot. The wall that she had built up concerning him was crumbling. She had to retreat before her vulnerability showed. She rose from the table in which they sat and informed Shaheed that his time was up and he was not successful at what he was trying to do. He simply nodded as a notion that he will keep his end of the bargain. He paid for their lunch and insisted on walking Raven to her car.

Raven was parked in a dimly lit corner on the northern end of the parking deck. As they approached, her car beeped, unlocking the doors. Shaheed opened the driver’s door for her. Before she could enter the car, he grabbed her swiftly by the waist and pulled her into him, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Raven pushed at him, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held on to her. Then the tighter he clenched her, the more relaxed she got. She reciprocated his kiss, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. With Shaheed’s hands finding their way beneath her shirt, Raven started to have mixed thoughts, but Shaheed had already closed the driver’s door and opened the rear passenger door thus thrusting Raven into the back seat of the car. Climbing in on top of her and closing the door, he took a brief moment to look at her. With no signs of resistance, Shaheed continued his onslaught.

 

Removing Raven’s clothing, as well as his, he licked and sucked on her, grasping her like a man who has been vastly deprived. Their lips connected once again, and their tongues danced a forbidden dance. Shaheed’s breathing became haphazard as Raven’s hand glided across his crotch. Her hand seemed to have lengthened his penis as if it was a magical wand of some sort. His mouth found its way to her ripened nipples as he sucked and pulled on her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. She braced herself, her hand leaving his erection to dangle between her thighs. The tension made them both feel like they could explode at that very moment.

Raven squirmed in the seat, ready for what was to come. Shaheed handled his massiveness, and led it into Raven’s moistened vagina. She gasped deeply. There was no turning back. She gyrated and he pumped as her hand found their way to his buttocks, pulling him into her, each time harder than the previous. She missed this. She wanted and lusted for this. There were no thoughts of Dwayne and the life that they had together, just Shaheed and this sinful pleasure.

She was soft, wet, and extremely heated. Shaheed altered his pace in order to keep from cumming. Raven put her foot up on the head rest by the rear window and the other on the driver’s seat. She moaned and cursed, urging him on, urging to reach her orgasm. Shaheed felt the burning sensation to release, but he refused to do so until Raven had gotten her satisfaction. His face frowning as he struggled to hold it in. Raven’s body became stiff. She grasped the cloth like material of the car’s interior. She trembled. Her toes curled, and she yelled out as she drenched Shaheed’s penis with her ever flowing orgasm.

Shaheed slowed down a bit, but the feeling was much too unbearable. He pumped harder and faster. The sounds of slapping skin filled the car. He thrusted. The head of his penis had swollen to enormous proportions. He thrusted even more and more until finally, he popped off, spewing his load into her. His body collapsed and Raven held onto him as the guilt began to set in.

Raven avoided Shaheed at all costs after that, even going as far as to block his number from calling her phone. She could not risk what happened that day in the back of her car to happen again. She and Dwayne were on one accord, and she needed Shaheed out of her system.

One particular morning, while at work, Dwayne received a phone call from Raven. She was stuck at home. Her car wasn’t starting, and she had an important luncheon that she needed to get to. Dwayne stressed to her that it was not possible for him to leave work at this time, but he will make sure that she gets to where she needs to be.

An hour later, Raven’s phone rings, and it is Dwayne.

“I have someone coming to take you to your luncheon. He’ll be there shortly.”

“Oh, thank you baby, I love you so much. Muah!”

Raven ended the call before Dwayne could say anything else. Her husband had come through in the clutch, and she was extremely satisfied with relief.

Moments later the doorbell rang. Raven answered on the second ring. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Shaheed standing before her.

“What are you doing here? You have to leave; I am expecting someone.” she screeched.

“I know”, Shaheed replied, “I am the ‘someone’ that Dwayne sent to give you a ride to wherever you need to go.”

“I am not going anywhere with you Shaheed. I’d rather miss my appointment than to be around you.”

“Raven just come on. If it eases you, I have somewhere to be also. I’m going to drop you off where you need to be, and your husband is going to pick you up.”

Raven did not want to miss her luncheon, so she settled on going with Shaheed. The ride was a quiet one until Shaheed reached over and placed his hand on Raven’s thigh. Immediately she scorned him and slapped him. Shaheed was shocked, but not as shocked as to what was bound to happen.

For a brief moment, unable to stay focused because of the slap that had just stunned his face, Shaheed did not notice another vehicle that ran a stop sign, slamming into his car and striking it on the passenger side…….

Dwayne rushed into the hospital room. “Baby, are you ok. Are you hurt? This is all my fault.”

“Dwayne, I’m fine. It’s just some minor cuts and bruises, nothing more to worry about. The doctor will be back shortly.”

At that moment the door opened and the doctor walks in. “Doc, is she going to be alright?”

“Yes, she is; and you are?” the doctor asked.

“I’m her husband.”

“Mr. Dickson, your wife is fine.” The doctor then looks towards Raven. “Mrs. Dickson, I will bring your discharge papers so that you can be on your merry way. You may feel some pain and some stiffness later, so I will prescribe something for you. Also, I will also advise that for the sake of your child, you do not get into any more accidents.”

Raven looked puzzled. “Child? We have no children.”

The doctor looked at Raven and Dwayne. “Mrs. Dickson, you are three weeks pregnant.”

“Pregnant, are you sure?” Dwayne asked.

“Yes, I double checked just to make sure. Congratulations. Mrs. Dickson, I’ll be right back with your paperwork.”

Dwayne bent down and hugged Raven who was laying in the hospital bed in disbelief. Putting her arms around him and hugging him back, she stared into the eyes of a stunned Shaheed, who had been quietly standing in the corner of the room, witnessing the whole interaction between husband, wife, doctor, and soon to be CHILD…..

Ultimatum

Although Raven had a bustling day at work, she scurried to straighten up her one bedroom apartment. Two hours later, she was through with it all. The mood of her apartment was set to her liking. Her place was now dimly lit and had the aroma of a warm spring day in the country. She was freshly showered and had put on her favorite pair of lounging jeans’ and a tank-top. Her TV was set to her favorite network show at the time.

Sitting in the living area, she sipped on a glass of white wine, while watching television. Without warning, the sound of her doorbell filled the room. Before she could reach the door, it had rung two more times. Opening it, Raven stood there gazing at a man standing at about six-two. He had a caramel complexion, cropped haircut, lean build, and a Texas Hold ‘em type stare. He was dressed in faded blue jeans, a grey hoodie with a black leather jacket over it, and a pair of tan construction boots.

He gave Raven a peck on the lips before welcoming himself in. He took his boots off at the door, entered further into the apartment, and took off his jacket and sweater.

“Would you like something to drink” Raven asked, opening the refrigerator and pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Do you have any juice?”

“Juice?”

“Yeah, juice. I have to go back out and make another run. I have to be clear headed, can’t afford to make any mistakes ma, you know how it is.”

Raven poured some fruit juice into a glass and handed it over. She stared intently. “Shaheed, have you made up your mind as to what we talked about when you were last here?”

Shaheed looked at Raven. “C’mon Rave, don’t start that now ma. I got a lot going on and don’t have time to deal with the extra.”

“The extra, Shaheed? I told you the consequences, and I meant every word of it.”

Shaheed stood motionless as he tried to read Raven’s facial expression. His thoughts went back to when he first met her two years ago. He and she had been an item until she found out that he had a baby mama whom he was still in a relationship with. Since then, he had patched things up with Raven. He was no longer with his baby mama, but he wasn’t with Raven neither.

Raven knew that Shaheed was messing around with other females. She knew that he refused to commit to her, but, as he put it, he didn’t want to put her through the unnecessary. The last time that Shaheed visited her, Raven explained to him that she wanted more from and for him. Shaheed dealt with the streets to a level where he was pretty successful, but Raven wanted him out. She also wanted a commitment from him on a personal level. She told him that if he couldn’t adhere to these two requests by the time that he came to see her again, that it would be their last time together.

The pressure was on. Shaheed did give thought to Raven’s requests. Deep within him, he really loved her. To him, she was different from other females that he crossed paths with. Raven was goal oriented. She was mature in every sense of the word. Shaheed saw these things in her. He saw many things in her, and knew that when things get right, according to him, that it will be Raven whom he will want to be with.

Shaheed placed the glass on a nearby counter after consuming some of its content. He walked closer to Raven, stopping when his body was slightly touching hers. The stare that they gave one another was of one that needed no words; a continuous stare of two people with an underlying love for one another; a stare that would lead to bodies being embraced, lips meeting, and hearts mollifying.

“Shaheed, I don’t want to be alone tonight, or any other night. Don’t go back out”, Raven exclaimed. Stay with me and let’s have a future together. You can do other things; legal things. Let me awaken in the morning, to you holding me.”

The load of Raven’s words bore heavily on Shaheed’s shoulders. On one side, the woman he loved beckoning him for what he could see as a well flourished life, and on the other, the pavements that he’s spent years etching his name into. He stood motionless, with his face perplexedly aging before Raven’s eyes.

She felt for him. She knew what she was asking of him seemed simple to her, but to him, it was quite perplexed. None the less, this was what she needed. Now was not the time for her heart to stifle. She had to be strong willed and stand by her words.

Raven kissed Shaheed, easing his face of the tension that plagued it. She sucked on his tongue in the same manner that she sucked on his manhood many times before. During the process of kissing, he removed the t-shirt that clung to her body, and loosened her brassiere strap, allowing her bra to find its way next to their feet, which in turn, revealed her flesh to the warm atmosphere of the heated apartment. She lifted his shirt over his head, and let it fall to the floor, then rubbed her hand across his chest. 

“Don’t you want this forever, Shaheed?” she asked between breaths of air.

Shaheed reciprocated by pushing Raven against a nearby wall. She pushed back until his back landed against the opposing wall, in which she removed his pants exposing his black boxer-briefs. The two kissed vigorously with Raven leading Shaheed towards the bedroom.

Entering the bedroom and still locking lips with the tall handsome man, Raven made a slight turn into the bathroom. Shaheed undid her button and zipper as Raven positioned herself onto the bathroom sink. His hand coasted across her body, easily finding the spots that made her tingle. He knew her body well, and prided himself on that. Inch by inch, he began lowering the jeans that hugged Raven’s curves. She had on her favorite thong. Shaheed finally removed it all from her body and dropped his briefs.

Raven’s eyes clung to the mammoth erection that was probing at her. She reached for it, sliding the head up and down on her slit. Shaheed continued rubbing her body. The hot wetness that seeped onto his tip had him anxiously waiting for the moment of penetration. He wanted her….. he wanted this.

Shaheed lifted Raven up off of the sink and took her into the bedroom, resting her back against yet another wall. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he guided himself into her. Raven let out a gasp.

“It seems like you get bigger every time you enter me.”

Shaheed smiled and pumped in and out of Raven’s inner core. His pace was very rhythmically, with each thrust building upon the previous. Raven closed her eyes and held on. Feelings of undeniable felicity seared through her body. She whined her waistline like that of a Dancehall Queen. Her juices flowed from within and onto the object of pleasure that was rattling her insides.

Shaheed grew weary and headed for the bed with Raven in tow. Without missing a beat, he laid her down gently with his erection still in her. Knowing what she liked, he worked her slowly, his hands expeditiously roaming her body. Raven let out melodic moans as she grasped Shaheed’s backside pulling him harder and deeper into her, synchronizing herself to his strokes. The way that he danced inside of her, had her adrift among the clouds. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, and smiled. The curves of her smile entranced him as he leaned in towards her and sucked her bottom lip.

“Stay with me Shaheed. Don’t go anywhere”

Shaheed continued his motion, now with more intensity. This was home. His cock, fully extended and rock hard, inside of its heated safe haven which happened to be Raven's vagina. His facial expression was stern with deep concentration. Raven pulled his upper torso down onto her. With her legs spread eagle, Shaheed reached beneath her, lifting her ass into the air. He plummeted inside her well lubricated love box, his penis expanding her walls to accommodate its thickness. Raven closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, moaned, and dug into Shaheed's back.

Shaheed panted as he neared his climax. Before he could get to the finish line, Raven turned him onto his back and ascended onto him. She positioned his shaft to the exact coordinates of her opening and eased down on it. She was now the dominant. Bracing herself, she rose and fell on him like the most anticipated ride at Great Adventures. She leaned inward, straightened her back, and let her waist and ass do all the work, while occasionally looking back at her own derriere.

With Shaheed’s hand gripping her back side and the other pinching and pulling at her nipple, Raven yelled out, “Oh God, God, God…… I’m cummin!” 

She placed her hands around Shaheed's neck and rode harder, faster, and more redundant. She tensed up, tightening her vaginal muscles around Shaheed's erection, and sexed him in a way that she had never done before. To her, she was riding the streets out of him. If they were going to have a future together, this was her last chance of attaining that goal. She pushed on, riding harder and reaching back to massage his now oversize scrotum. Sweat dripped from her body. Her mouth was wide open as she panted heavily. She felt her buildup swarming to her midsection in search of an exit. At the same time of her release, Shaheed let out an earth-shaking roar as he depleted his massive load inside her.

Fatigued, Raven collapsed onto Shaheed, concealing the lone tear that escaped her eye. Shaheed held on to her, embracing her warm naked body into his strong but loving grasp.

It was late. Smiling as she rested in the arms of an exhausted Shaheed, Raven slowly drifted to sleep with thoughts of a secure future with the man she loved. Moments later, she was awakened by a strange feeling. Turning over, she strained her eyes to focus, and noticed Shaheed getting dressed. No words were spoken between them. Raven moved slowly to get up. She put on her robe, and walked Shaheed to the door. The two kissed before Shaheed exited into the night. Saddened, Raven shut and locked the door, knowing that not only did Shaheed exit her apartment, but her life as well.

Live Instrumentation

 

          I met Sean a few years back. We hit it off pretty well upon meeting one another. Our first encounter was at a record release party for a local artist. Sean introduced himself to me and pretty much stuck by my side the whole night. I was there covering the event as a freelance writer, while Sean, well, Sean was just there. Sean was a music lover.

          In a world where everyone and their grandmother wanted to be rapper, singer, producer, or just be in the entertainment industry period, Sean wanted no parts of it. He loved music, and when I say music, I'm talking all genres of music. He listened to anything from rap to rock and RnB to country. He knew everything from artists, names of songs, to the producer, and even the year that songs were released.

          After that initial meeting, I went out with Sean quite a few times. Although proving to be quite the ladies’ man, he was pretty much attentive when it came to me. We did average things like dinner, movie, and lunch dates.

          It took Sean about three weeks before inviting me to his place. Each time that he would offer, I declined. In my mind, I wasn’t ready for a hit-and-run type ordeal. As of that time, I was just going to savor my little outings with Sean. He was utterly persistent about it, but never to the point where he was a pest.

          One night after hanging out, Sean and I were walking towards my apartment. He always made it a point to walk me to my door after we’ve spent time together. On this particular night, as we reached the top step, I twisted my ankle, and fell on my behind.  

           Sean quickly attended to me and my injured ankle. Not allowing me to walk, he scooped me up into his arms, picked up my keys, unlocked the door to my apartment, and carried me inside. He set me down on the sofa in the living room. Sean then went into the kitchen, and retrieved a zip locked bag filled with ice. He placed my feet into his lap, and put the bag of ice firmly on my swollen ankle.

          Asking me if I needed anything more, I told him no, and assured him that my ankle was fine. It was only twisted, nothing major.



          I turned on the TV as Sean continued to masterfully massage my ankle. In the back of my mind I just knew that he was going to make an attempt at staying over. It was only logical. It was a Friday night and neither one of us had to work the next day. Oddly enough, around ten-thirty, he began asking me about my ankle again. By this time, I felt little to no pain. He made a comment about it getting late and suggested that he should leave. I was in consent. I thanked him for nursing my ankle, walked him to the door, gave him a goodnight kiss, and watched as he walked towards his car.

          The next morning, I was awakened by my cell phone ringing. Looking at Sean’s name on the caller i.d., I answered. He explained that he was calling to check on me and to see if I would like to go get breakfast with him. I told him that I was only now awakening and wasn’t in much of a mood to go out. He then offered to bring the breakfast to me, in which I obliged.

          Once we hung up, I rose up out of bed, put my robe on, went into the bathroom, and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I spent some time preparing my hair, and then proceeded to the closet to find something appropriate to wear. When I reached the closet, I heard the sound of my doorbell ringing. Sean had arrived with breakfast.

          As we sat to the bar, we ate our meal and conversed. When we finished eating, I grabbed the plastic plates and utensils and threw them in the trash, and I placed the glasses in the dishwasher.

          I excused myself to go brush my teeth again. As I walked by him, Sean made a sly comment about me being in my robe. I froze, gave him a frisky look, parted the lower part of my robe, and gave him a sneak peek of my legs before departing for the bathroom. A look of astonishment came across Sean’s face, for he had never seen that side of me before.

          When I came from the bathroom, Sean continuously flirted with me. We exchanged a few words along with innocent laughs. Unknowingly, time was flying by. Remembering that I had a few errands to run, I brought it to Sean’s attention. He got up to leave. I followed as he headed towards the door.

          Abruptly turning around, he pushed me back towards the bar, and untied the strap on my robe, exposing my bare breasts and satin panties to him. I stood there in shock, not knowing what to do. Placing his hands on my waist, he lifted me onto the bar. Telling me how sexy I was, he then took my left nipple into his mouth. The feeling was so divine, as he licked, sucked, and pulled. I placed my hand behind his head, arched my back, and leaned into him, giving him full access to my ripened fruit.



          Leaning down, I lifted his shirt up over his head. He disrobed me, took my panties off, removed me from the bar, and then carried me to the sofa. He sat me down and undid his trousers. I pulled them down along with his underwear, allowing his erection to spring, forth. I looked at his penis with glee, as it stared back in return, probing in my direction. I reached out and touched it. Sean looked down at me as to approve of what I was doing. I wrapped my hand around it and began to slowly stroke it, admiring its length and girth.

          Sean pushed my head back so that I looked up at him. Slowly, he kneeled down until we were face to face. He kissed me lightly on my lips, and then down to my neck. He had one hand on my back with his fingers pressing firmly into my spine as if they were playing the keys of a piano. His other hand glided across my breasts, alternating between them, rubbing them up and down with the precision of a dj cuing up and scratching his records on a pair of Technics 1200s. He placed his tongue on the center of my throat and descended past my cleavage. He leaned me backwards and kept licking until he got to my naval.

          I felt myself wanting him to go lower and watched as he did exactly that. Feeling the warmth of his tongue, I reclined my head as it punctured my cave. It circled within me, causing me to squirm and gyrate. To my delight, Sean sucked on my clit like he was inhaling through a harmonica. My pink fluff throbbed and got wetter for him as he created slurping musical notes with her. Sean kept at it. I was on the verge of erupting. And then it happened; I held his head in place and released my secretion onto his tongue. My body shook. My head was in the clouds. Satisfaction was mine to endure and I was basting in its remnants.

          Sean wasn’t done with me yet. He paused for a moment before detaching my flaccid frame from the sofa. He turned me over so that my knees were on the floor and my upper torso lay on the sofa. The fabric was soft against my delicate skin. Taking me from the rear, Sean’s man pole increased the width of my walls, fitting snuggly inside. His bow strummed my twat like a cello. I screamed out, hitting notes rivaling those of a seasoned opera singer. The more I yelled, the harder Sean gave it to me, spanking me and pulling my hair in the process. Sexual bliss plummeted throughout my body. I grabbed hold to the shear sofa pillows, squeezing then in the palm of my hands. Sean lunged forcefully into me repeatedly. Sweat trickled off of him and onto my back. He began a series of grunts and that’s when I knew he was ready to cum for mama. I thrust my behind back into him, meeting his finely timed strokes. Sean let out a masculine roar, pulled out of me, and shot a glob of hot semen onto my back. He rubbed it on me with the head of his still ejaculating penis, and then fell onto my back. Panting heavily, he remained there for a few moments.

          Whew, from that day onward, I let Sean have my body whenever he desired. In my mind, my body had become his very own personal instrument.

©2013

Mythical Librarian

          I was running late on my way to the library. It was a Friday afternoon and traffic was already backed up. My project for class was due that night and I had some last minute research to cram in before turning it in. The library was scarce with people. I guess it was due to the fact that it was the end of the week and everyone was ready to start their weekend. I gathered the reference books that I needed and sat down at a vacant table. About thirty minutes into my research, I realized that I was missing a book. Making my way across the library floor, I found the section where the book should be. Searching vigorously, I couldn’t find it at all.

          “Um, may I help you find something” I heard a voice say from behind.

          Startled, I turned around. In front of me was a young lady of caramel complexion. She was short, but stacked. She stood about five-two, nice long hair which I couldn’t tell was real or not, and from what I could see, she appeared to have had on no makeup. Dressed in the manner that a librarian should be dressed, she had on a pair of black dress slacks, a button up shirt, and a pair of heels which weren’t too overbearing. Her glasses set off her look. They really complimented her facial features.

          “You look a little baffled over here”, she said to me with a slight smirk on her face.

          “I can’t seem to find a certain book that I need for a project I'm working on” I explain.

          “Well, let me see what I can do to help. What book are you looking for exactly?”

          I handed her a piece of paper with names of books on them, pointing to the one that I needed.

          Looking in the section in which we were standing, she resigns and tells me that she’ll be right back. She returned about four minutes later handing me a book.

          “Thank you. You're a life saver”, I tell her.

          “No problem, just all in a day’s work.” she responded with a smile that showed a set of perfectly straight pearly white teeth and a set of dimples that accented her face.

          I scurried back over to my table to finish up my project. The young librarian was still on my mind. Why didn’t I ask her name? The thought of me not finding out anything about her was beginning to haunt me. I finished up my work and proceeded on a scavenger hunt. I had to find her. Walking about the whole library, there was no sign of her. She must have gotten off already, I thought to myself. I walked up to the main desk near the front of the library where there was a lady working who looked like she was in her early to mid-fifties.

          “Excuse me” I spoke in her direction. As soon as I said that, in the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the young librarian walking down an aisle. “Uh, never mind” I said to the lady at the desk as I rushed off after the young librarian.

          “Hey” I yelled out as I got closer to her.

          “Yes, may I help you?” she asked with sternness in her voice and a dismantled look on her face.

          “Um, I was hoping that we can talk and get acquainted with one another.”

          “I don’t think so. I was just leaving.”

          Desperately, I thought of something to say. “Let me gather my things and I'll walk you out” I uttered. “Is that ok with you?”

          “I suppose that will be fine”, she responded looking me square in the eyes.

          “Oh, I'm Romel by the way, and you are…?” I said, dragging my words out and extending my hand.

          “I’m Nique” she replied as she grasped my hand. Her hand felt soft and very smooth. The texture made me inquisitive as to rather or not the rest of her body felt the same way.

          “Well Nique, let me collect my belongings, and I'll be right back” I said before darting off.

          When I returned, Nique was standing near the exit. I opened the door for her and we walked out into the brisk fall air.

          “Did you drive here?” I asked.

           “Yes, my car is at the far end of the parking lot.”

          We reached Nique’s car, a green hatchback. Sharing a bit of small talk with her for a few minutes, I finally got the nerve to ask for her number. After giving it to me, still feeling brave, I asked if I could see her later that night. She gave me a “don’t press your luck” kind of look and told me to just call. Can you really blame a fella for trying? We embraced. Then Nique got into her car and drove off as I stood watching.

          Later that night, I called Nique up. We must have stayed on the phone for about three hours before deciding to turn in. I asked if I could spend some time with her one day during the weekend. She claimed to be busy with family who were in town visiting. Telling me that she had to be at the library on Monday to get some work done, she suggested that I meet her there.

 

 

          Monday could not have come fast enough for me. Nique had told me to meet her around closing time, so I arrived at the library around a quarter till eight. As I walked in, people were scurrying out. I found Nique putting up what seemed to be the last of some books that were in her hand. She gave a slight smile upon seeing me. Motioning for me to follow her, Nique turned and walked away. She went down an extended aisle of books, made a right, and headed towards the back of the library. Nique came to a halt near a door with a lit sign above it that read ‘exit’.   

          “Wh…what are you doing?” I asked stuttering.

          Nique looked at me with an intense stare on her face. “Shhhh, come here” she whispered.

          When I got within arm’s reach, Nique grabbed onto me by my shirt, surprising me, and pulling me closer to her. Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled down on me forcing my face closer to hers, and kissed me forcibly. The initial shock had me frozen, but somehow my hands found their way onto her waistline. Pulling her body even closer to mine, I could feel the blood pounding from my heart and racing to a destination below my waist. Nique stopped the kiss abruptly and stared me square in the eyes. Her hands slid from around my neck and onto the handle of the door. Pushing her backside against the door and tugging at me, Nique led me into a dimly lit stairwell and down one flight of stairs onto an odd shaped platform. She leaped up on the metal guard rail and stared at me intently while slowly and seductively unbuttoning her blouse revealing a black laced bra. I wanted her, but did I want her in the stairwell? I’ve never done anything like this before. What if someone walks in? What if it’s the police and we get arrested?

          I take a step towards Nique, then another and another. The closer I got to her, the more she spread her legs causing her skirt to rise further and further up her thighs. I reached out to her placing my hands on her waist and then moving them onto her back. Her skin was soft like that of satin. She flashed an infectious smile, which lead me to sucking on her lower lip. With heavy panting, we kissed and caressed one another. Our hands touched, squeezed, rubbed, and searched. Suddenly we heard a door open from about two flights up disrupting our intimate moment. We remained still and quiet until the door closed again and until we were sure that the coast was clear. Nique slid down from the guard rail.

          “Come on” she said as she started climbing the stairs.

 

 

          I followed Nique out of the door in which we had entered. The library was dark and everyone was gone, including the staff. Nique took my hand and led me across the library to a table that sat oddly, smack dead in the center of the library. Nique sat on the table. I stood there watching her not knowing what to do. What if the person we heard in the stairwell was still here?

          Nique leaned back on the table lifting her feet up on the edge revealing her vagina to me. Wow, no panties! Looking at me, she placed her hand on her inner thigh, slowly moving it down until it reached her sweet spot. Inserting a finger, she moved it in and out, with a pace that had the temperature in my pants to a boiling point. Panting and moaning, Nique’s finger emerged from her wet spot. She placed it in her mouth twirled her tongue around it and sucked on the juices. As if on cue, I removed my shirt and approached the tempting young lady whom I was desiring. Standing at the edge of the table, I looked down upon the thick young librarian who still had her glasses on. Her still wearing those glasses was turning me on more than me watching her touch herself. Nique sat upright on the table. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants while still looking at me. I stepped out of my shoes and sox. Staring me in the eyes, simultaneously, Nique pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees, using her feet to pull them down the rest of the way. Sitting up with her legs hanging off of the table, she placed her hand on my chest, kneading it rhythmically, and massaged my scrotum with the other. Looking down, Nique admired her handy work that was going on below. My erection was staring back at her begging for attention. Moving her face closer to His Royal Highness and opening her mouth, Nique stopped within a half an inch from him and retreated. Reaching into a hidden slot on her skirt, Nique produced a condom packet. Relieving the condom of its constraints, she pinched the tip, and with precision, unrolled it onto me.

          “Take me” Nique ordered. I unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, and threw it to the floor. Nique took it upon herself to undo her bra, setting free the prettiest pair of breasts that I have ever laid eyes on. I tugged at her skirt, removing it along with her flats. She looked astonishing sitting there on the table. Moving closer to her, my erection was centered between her legs. Nique laid back, her gluteus to the edge of the table. I lifted her legs, placing them on my shoulders. I rubbed the back of my hand against Nique’s cheek, down the side of her neck, over her nipples, down the center of her stomach, slightly across her vagina, and onto my manhood. With my erection in hand, I guided it towards Nique’s entrance and slid inside of her slowly and smoothly. I began my motion, in and out of her. Letting out a sigh, Nique’s lower body began to gyrate, catching on to my rhythm with perfect timing. With each stroke, her love cave contracted around me, massaging my manhood, and sending me into a euphoric state incomparable to anything that I've ever felt before. I placed one hand on the table beside her and the other on her breast, pulling, pressing, and squeezing it as I pushed on.

          “Ahh, yes Romel, let me have it” Nique spieled out, her head faced to the side of the table. With Nique urging me on, my pace quickened. Grabbing the edge of the table, Nique panted and moaned, taking every bit of me that I was throwing her way. By this time, I had forgotten all about the person that we heard while in the stairwell. My focus was on this sexy being sprawled out in front of me.

          Nique leaned up, resting on her elbows. Watching me work her middle section over, she then pushed me away on my upstroke causing me to withdraw from her. In one swift motion, Nique sprung from the table and onto her feet, doing an about-face. Leaning over and grasping the table, she spread her legs and took a few steps back, her butt barely touching me. I stood still for a moment in awe of the spread that she had on her. Her tender spot peering at me, creamy, and mine for the taking.    

          Feeling my hand rub her behind and down to her panocha, Nique braced herself. I placed two fingers inside of her, moving them in, out, and around. They were quickly sopped by her juices. Pulling my fingers out yieldingly, and using them as a reference point, I infiltrated Nique’s walls of pleasure. Letting out a slight grunt, I plummeted in and out of her. Much to my delight, Nique bounced up and down on my pogo stick.

          As Nique and I were going at it, something on the table caught my eye. It was a book, a book by O’ TheWriter. How convenient I thought, laughing to myself. Careful, not to break my stride, I reached for the book. I placed it onto Nique’s lower back, pressing down on it with both hands. Still giving Nique backshots, I lifted the book from her back.

          WHAP!!! I hit Nique on her rear end with the book. The hit sounded off, echoing and sending shockwaves throughout her body. WHAP… WHAP… WHAP!!! I hit Nique with the book again, and again, and again. Her arms began to weaken. WHAP!!! I hit Nique one more time. Her arms gave way causing Nique to collapse onto the table in convulsions releasing her love juices on and around my erection.

          I stood motionless, letting Nique bask in glorious moment. Recovering from her convulsions, Nique instructed me to sit in a nearby chair that looked like a Lazy Boy recliner that belonged in a home somewhere. As I sat in the chair, Nique waltzed over to me flashing a unique smile that was enhanced by her dimples. Her lack of height made the thickness of her frame that much more appealing. There was no doubt in my mind that Nique was sexy, and I wanted her.

          “I'm about to make quick work of you” Nique said, straddling me with her legs dangling off of the arm rests of the chair. Leaning forward with her breasts within close proximity of my gaping mouth, Nique reached for the back of the chair. I clench onto the nipple of her left bust, sucking on it like a calf that was famine. Nique began her ride on top my totem pole. She took me in with ease, moving nothing but her hips. I place my palms on her behind, giving her that extra lift that she needs. Nique was now pouncing on me. I began to meet her gestures with movements of my own. Groans escape from the back of my throat. My breathing intensified but my mouth was still latched on to her nipple, and my tongue encircling it. Nique leaned back causing her breast to become free from my grip. Placing her left hand behind her onto my right leg and her right hand around the back of my neck, Nique began grinding me with amazing force. I could feel my buildup nearing the tip of my penis. Locking my fingers together behind Nique’s lower back, I stood up and turn around, holding Nique and facing the chair. Her legs around my waist, Nique lean back with her hands in the chair. I thrust into her forcibly over and over again. Nique started squealing. I'm grunting and thrusting.

          “I'm cumming again” she yells out.

          “Me too” I reply back.

          “Hold it……. I'm there” Nique says as she tenses up and lets go once again.

          “I'm cumming Nique, I'm cumming” I blurt out.

          “Pull out” Nique instructs with authority.

          I pull out and release Nique from my grasp. Hastily, she unrolls the condom from my throbbing erectile just in time for the explosion of hot, malted semen. Nique takes my shlong into her hand and jacks it, allowing it to ejaculate onto her chin and chest. My legs weaken. Nique leans back into the chair as I lean forward resting against the chair’s back. Nique still has me in her hand, smearing the puddle of cum on her chin and breasts with the head of my tingling penis.

I pause for a moment to unwind from my climax. We both go to the restroom to freshen up and sneak out of the library unnoticed.

I tried getting in touch with Nique that whole week to no avail. Towards the end of the week, I decided to go to the library in search of her. I looked around, but didn’t spot her anywhere.

“Excuse me ma'am” I said to an older looking woman standing behind the desk, “I’m looking for a young lady who works here. Her name is Nique.”

The lady behind the desk gave me a puzzling look before responding, telling me that no one by that name nor that description works there. I persist with my questions. The lady goes as far as to asking a manager to help verify who I am looking for. Come to find out, Nique really didn’t work there.

It’s been four years since that sensational night at the library. Needless to say, I have never heard from, seen, or ran into Nique since then. I have never told anyone of my mysterious encounter with Nique, the Mythical Librarian; for fear that no one would believe such a story.

            Looking you (the reader) in your eyes and asking, “DO YOU BELIEVE?”