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Mary Ellen Encounters DJ (aka Don Juan)

It’s about ten o’clock and we are at a lifestyle club. The lights are dim, the place is filling up and the music is thumping. I look over to my left and see my husband bringing over a man to talk to us. Holy crap! I recognize this guy. He's the Black guy with the enormous cock. I’ll spell it out: E N O R M O U S cock! I've watched this guy on many occasions, in various playrooms, and he could wear my bangle as a cock ring.

I can’t help thinking, what is that crazy husband of mine up to now?

Lorenzo, my husband of thirty years, introduces me by saying, “This is my beautiful wife Mary Ellen. “You,” gesturing with his hand, “are such a rockstar to us. We have seen you in action many times at different events and we've peeked at your SLS profile. Come on, you have over two dozen glowing certifications in less than five years! That's way, way more than we have!” This six foot, one hundred ninety pound, chocolate man smiles a sly, toothy grin and remains silent for a second, bows slightly, and introduces himself as DJ.

My husband continues on to name a few particular times we have watched this fifty-five year old perform; along with other onlookers, gazing with mouths agape. He recalls the times that we've been astounded at the number of beautiful women who have gotten on their knees and tried to fit his man-meat into their mouth. I can’t recall how many times I have watched them try but only get the tip in. Opening up as best as they can, some give up and in submission, lube up his dick; only to have it rammed in their pussy one third of the way in.

Chatting in a surprisingly friendly manner and giving me many compliments, I feel his eyes travel all over my body. He clucks and states his approval of my pink, see-through mesh top and skimpy white shorts. Earlier, while getting dressed for this party, Lorenzo had practically drooled at my appearance and couldn't keep his hands off of me. His playful fondling had made my nipples hard until they poked through the mesh. I had to remind him that we were going to be late if he didn't stop and let me finish fixing myself up. Putting on my four inch high-heel pumps just before going out the front door and giving myself that last look in the entry-way mirror, gave me a lot of confidence in my appearance. I felt sexy.

DJ asks about my tight body and shakes his head and tells me how delicious I look. Lorenzo remarks that it is Zumba class three times a week. “She loves it because she loves to dance.”

Yes it's true, I love Zumba even though it often kicks my butt. The thing that I love the most about lifestyle events is the sexy dancing. Oh, and also watching strangers, such as this fine, dark man, have sex.

DJ says that he loves to dance too. My crazy husband turns and looks me fully in the face and says, “Why don't you dance with DJ right now? I look back at him earnestly and then whisper in his ear, above the music, “Do you really want me to dance with him?” Without waiting very long for a reply, I shrug, turn toward DJ and ask him “Would you like to dance?”

I turn and strut toward the dance floor. DJ catches up to me and escorts me gentlemanly by my upper arm. The song being played isn’t really up tempo like I prefer but I find the rhythm and I start grooving my body. At first there is some polite space between us but DJ leans forward to say something to me and, barely hearing him, I lean into him. He whispers in my ear, intentionally keeping me close. I become aware that he has his hands around my waist and is gently pulling me into him. My husband has told me that I am a little sexually shy, and he loves me for it, but he thinks that’s not a recipe for success in the lifestyle. I can’t help it, I feel a little undeserving and a little reluctant to have this hung, sexy Adonis so close. He smells really nice, with just the right amount of cologne. Mmmm! He tells me funny observations he’s made after five years in the lifestyle. He tells me how and with whom he got started and I can’t help but laugh.

And then he says something to me that no one, besides my husband, has ever asked me to do before. He asks me to talk dirty to him. I'm taken aback a little and have to laugh. “I’m really not good at that.” He must sense this awkwardness because he pulls me even closer to him and I don’t resist at all.

After five songs I think that I’d better get back to my husband. Suddenly from behind, I feel a man thrust his pelvis into my butt. Oh I recognize this as my husband’s doing. Was it telepathy that he had read my mind and was now pushing me even closer into DJ? I am being sandwiched on the dancefloor. I sense many eyes upon me and both DJ and Lorenzo are grinding on me. My earlier self would have been more embarrassed; this is a little naughty to do in public but thank gawd for lifestyle clubs because it feels wonderful.

I don't know what happened to the music after the completion of one of the songs but it stopped altogether. What happened? Having this unfamiliar man’s pelvis against mine with no music is a little awkward as we three continue to sway. So I slip myself from between the both of them, smile, flip back my hair and join the others leaving the dance floor. My woman’s intuition tells me that DJ wants to see more of me and I secretly feel the same way about him. We all three converse for a short time and afterward I excuse myself because I really have to pee.

Like most lifestyle events, there always seems to be a line to the bathroom. This one is longer than usual. Lorenzo sits in a chair and waits for me. When I finish, I exit and find that DJ has joined him. Close by is a play room and I make a suggestion, “Hey, let’s look in and see if there’s anything going on.” On the way in, Lorenzo tells DJ that we have observed him numerous times from such a vantage point.

We enter the playroom and there is a man and woman just leaving. My crazy husband, says disappointedly, “ Aw, don't leave, we came in here to watch you two.” They giggle, smile, and shyly say that they had just entered like us to see what was going on as well. Since there isn’t anything happening, it gives us an opportunity to talk some more. DJ moves behind me and runs his fingers up and down my arms; sending chills up and down my skin. I see my husband’s eyes tracking these movements. He steps forward and again I’m being sandwiched between the two best looking men here tonight. DJ compliments me on my see-through top and occasionally cups my breasts and then flicks the nipples with his thumbs. Lorenzo runs his hands all over my pelvic region and then reaches around and massages my butt. Oh boy, I am enjoying this attention immensely. People filter in and begin watching us.

My logical brain is being overruled by my feeling brain. I can still calculate statistically, the health risks of going forward with this very experienced, single man-whore. And yet, these sensations are splendid. From behind me, his strong arms reach around fondling my breasts. He is lean, athletic, and dark. His voice is soft, low, and cool. He’s rocking me gently back and forth, side to side, and I’m not resisting. Lorenzo backs away a few inches and says, “Why don't you show him your outfit without your shorts on?” I giggle at the suggestion but I can see that he is in earnest.

I announce, “I'm not playing tonight!” but giggle again as he curls his fingers inside my waistband and undoes the button. He uses his thumbs to scoot my shorts down. Back and forth they inch down over my curvy hips and then they're at my knees. He tugs them a little more and they're at my ankles. DJ steadies me by having an open hand at my waist and the other at my breasts. Feeling that I could fall if I move away, I use his strength to steady myself and step one foot at a time out of my shorts. Lorenzo reaches down and folds them neatly as I lean back into DJ. Four hands are all over my body as both men sweetly tell me how gorgeous I am. I know that men will say anything under these circumstances; it is nice to hear these things after I had primped and prepared for tonight.

Lorenzo leans in and kisses my neck. DJ is cooing in my other ear. Lightning shoots through me and my knees buckle. Okay, maybe playing is not completely off the table? DJ kisses my left ear and I get goose-pimples. Lorenzo slips his finger in my string panties. I know if this happens, an avalanche of feelings will sweep me away. Panting wordlessly, I let him slowly remove them. DJ’s hands reach around and are all over me. He steps to the side to get the full picture. His smile tells me that he approves. Caressing hands massage my pelvic area and inner thighs creating that uh-oh yearning. This party train is flying down the track at top speed. “Okay, okay!” I say. Every party has a party-pooper and I guess that it is up to me. “We haven’t had the talk!” It is a bummer to discuss but there needs to be THE TALK. The Safer Sex Talk. And also,also verification.” This kinda kills the mood but there it is.

I have a Masters Degree in Public Health. I keep up with the science journals and am better informed than most. And so the talk begins. It isn’t sexy at all. Condoms for ALL penetration is what I insist on; a barrier for receiving oral too. Proof of recent testing. Without proof: no, no! Blah, blah, blah! I know. But come on people!

Returning to the dancefloor for a couple more songs, both Lorenzo and I start to sag like two-day old, birthday party balloons.Yes, the party is over. Since it is after midnight, we say our goodnights and begin the drive home.

Usually Lorenzo is the one who checks our SLS profile. However the next day, I find myself checking every couple of hours for a message. Late Sunday evening, there is the birdie. Yes, DJ has sent us a note saying what a pleasure it was to get acquainted. Lorenzo messages him back and we exchange phone numbers and open picture galleries. I instruct Lorenzo to reiterate my directives so that we can possibly get together in the future. I see from his pictures that he barebacks occasionally. ”Fuck, this isn’t going to happen.” I say to myself.

Two weeks pass and there are some messages back and forth but nothing addressing what I insist on for a “play date.” My anxious hopes are dashed. Disappointment, like a fat man in an airplane, settles in next to me. Both Lorenzo and I are short with each other. I find myself snapping back at him. I even accuse him of trying to pimp me out. I don’t know where that came from but yes I said it. Oh well, c’est la vie.

Lorenzo signs us up to attend a lifestyle hotel event happening in three weeks. I can’t seem to help myself. I sneak away with his iPad to the bathroom and check, several times a day, the list of attendees wanting to attend. DJ’s screen name doesn’t appear. After the last event, I had even placed his name at the top of my “To Do” list.”

Moping around, I find it very difficult to get inspired for the theme of this next party. I don’t want to be embarrassed, so I do the minimal prep. One look in the entry-way mirror on the way out and I recall how I had looked the previous time, compared to this. Yikes! I don’t think that even I would want to do me tonight. Riding in the car, I ask to use my husband’s iPhone on the pretense of finalizing whether we had missed anything on the info for the party. “Fuck!” I shout a little too loudly. Uh, DJ has signed up at the last minute. This is going to be a little awkward and uncomfortable. Lorenzo does his best to keep his eyes on the road but I sense that I’ve given myself away and he knows exactly what’s on my mind. The best thing to do now is to come clean and I tell him everything that’s been on my mind for the last couple of weeks. “I know, I know. I’ve been a terrible communicator lately.” I say. “I’m sorry.”

After checking in, we enter the ballroom and I can’t help it, my eyes scan back and forth across the dimly lit interior. Lorenzo heads to the bar to order drinks and I run to the ladies room to attempt to fix this mess that I am tonight. Luckily, a better application of makeup, some safety pins, and some jewelry I had tossed into my purse a week ago make for a better presentation and I re-enter the ballroom. There’s my husband. At least I’ll have my steady man if we decide to go into the playroom later on. I tell myself to stop scanning the room. Down the hatch goes the tequila. Whew! “Honey would you get me another?”

Some friends wave and I join them at their table. I make small talk and we catch up on what’s been happening. We women look each other over and say how sexy cute everyone is tonight. I keep an eye out on the entrance so I can spot my husband and direct him over to where I’m seated. He darts from the lighted area into the dark ballroom with a couple whom I judge to be in their thirties and who appear to be nervous and new to the scene. I stand up, he sees me and walks them over to our table. He hands me my drink as I introduce our friends. He introduces the newish couple as Jack and Eve. There’s no better way to work the jitters out of them than with some alcohol, which they already have, and some sexy dancing. I latch on to Jack and Lorenzo escorts Eve to the dancefloor.

Jack is muscular but a bit timid. I place my pelvis on his thigh and grind to a Rhianna song. Lorenzo is more polite but positions Eve so she can get an eye full of what I’m doing to her husband. Everyone laughs and so the evening is getting off right. Eve gives Lorenzo permission for a sexy hug and kiss. I see Jack blanch a little at his wife’s open display. Two can play that game and I stand on tip-toes and place a lingering, pillowy kiss upon his lips. We giggle and then I detect a face peering through the dim light. DJ is standing there with a drink in his hand and approaches us. “Oh shit! Here goes.”

Stammering, and my mouth suddenly dry, I try to introduce Jack and Eve. Lorenzo eyes me and then steps in to take over. My brain freezes. DJ asks if he can get us some drinks. Lorenzo says that he’ll go with him. I lead Jack and Eve back to the table. My girlfriends must have caught every awkward expression because when I sit down, they pepper me in barely comprehensible girl-code. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? How do you know him? Isn’t he the guy with the giant you know what?” They giggle and rearrange themselves so that they are nearby and the men have been shifted out and further away. With the music blaring, girl-code continues, along with lots of lip reading and sign language. I divulge about half of the real story. Their faces hanging, they wait intrigued and address me with the most difficult questions to answer under these particular circumstances. Luckily, my intuitive women friends can piece information together more quickly than their menfolk and they put the puzzle pieces together rather quickly and smile knowing smiles.

DJ and Lorenzo return with drinks. DJ hands me mine. Wow, a third tequila. We engage in small talk with my friends as I sip. When I’m done, DJ asks me to dance. Trying to appear as if everything is quite normal, I accept. This guy is so smooth. I am butter in his arms. I relax and warm up to his pressing body. I try to hide from him my true feelings. He, on the other hand is not showing his cards either. Okay, let’s just have fun dancing. My gawd, my body shudders and my voice cracks. He whispers in my ear and it tickles. Since I’m not fucking him tonight, I am going to have to ride the daylights out of my husband to tamper down this explosive, wanton lust.

Growing weak, I suggest that we go back to our seats. My girlfriends are all looking out of the sides of their eyes. Lorenzo smiles a mysterious smile. What’s going on, I wonder. DJ reaches into his pocket and pulls out two sheets of folded paper. He slides them across the table to me. “What’s this?” I ask. My girlfriends barely recognize my privacy at this point. The papers are official and medical in nature. They are his STD results. Not being familiar with the presentation, my girlfriends help me decipher them.

“He’s clean!” they announce in choral fashion. Then he unfolds some more documents going back a year and one half. “All clear!” My crazy husband pulls a baggy of condoms and supplies out of his jacket and holds them up in his fingers for everyone to view. My girlfriends are a bit apprehensive but they giggle some more, raise their plastic glasses, and clink them. Seeing that some are empty, another round gets ordered and I mutter that my fatty liver isn’t going to appreciate another tequila. But my hubby knows that I lose all my inhibitions.

Finishing off our drinks, DJ and Lorenzo take my hands. I’m buzzed and beyond caring what others may think. Tonight there’s going to be an epic MFM in the playroom. Lorenzo raises his eyebrows and invites anyone who wants to view or partake. “It’s okay if you just want to watch.” he says directly to our new, young friends. So Jack and Eve and two other couples follow us into the den of iniquity.

There are about fourteen queen size beds with four stuck together in the middle of the room. “No, Lorenzo. Not those. They’re too close to those people.” my head indicates but my voice, unheard, trails off. DJ smiles and I can see that there are about twenty onlookers sitting in chairs off to one side.

“Let's get comfortable on these.” Jack and Eve and my other friends pair up with their partners around me. They seem to know to place themselves back apart from the three of us.

I untangle myself from DJ and Lorenzo and step carefully through a narrow pathway. With familiar hands, my husband skillfully unzips my dress. Kicking off my heels, I sit back on the edge of the bed on my elbows. Lorenzo unbuttons his shirt and tosses it away from him. He unbuckles his belt and in moments his trousers are off. He casts a glance at DJ who pulls his shirt up and over his head; signaling that he is all in for this. Barenaked, Lorenzo dives onto the bed next to me. My body shudders, he kisses me two or three times with warm full lips before chills and electricity cause me to spasm. Someone exclaims, “Damn!” Then the mattress bounces unevenly, and I know that DJ has joined us. Lorenzo’s tongue swishes tenderly deep inside my mouth. A traveling sideshow of sensations inch down my neck. Jolting, my body awakens further as he works his way to my stomach and down to my inner thighs. Fingertips caress across my face. Thick, full lips graze across my cheekbones. Automatically my face turns and eagerly captures those lips. His large mouth covers mine in cinematic fashion like a hospital respirator being placed on a patient for surgery. My thinking brain is gone. Only my sensing brain remains: I swirl and entwine my tongue completely with his.

Again my body buckles and I uncontrollably spasm with sensation. A wet tongue circles; awakening the nerves around my vagina which crackle like backyard fireworks on the Fourth of July. Overwhelmed, I push DJ’s face back and tell him to “Bring that enormous cock to me.” Adjusting himself on his knees next to my face, I need two hands to grasp it. I tug on it gently, like my husband likes it. This is the biggest cock I’ve ever had in my hands. Lorenzo hands me a flavored condom and I carefully unravel it on the giant meat before me. I reach out and pull it to my anxious lips.

Using my tongue, I lick from the tip to the base. My gawd, that is the longest trip I've ever been on before. I place it sideways across my open mouth and try to apply as much spit as I possibly can. Finally I make the attempt to see how much of this wrapped dark meat I can put in my mouth. It is not yet fully stiff and I know my mouth is full already. When my husband is similarly erect, I have no trouble fitting all of his in my mouth. This just isn't going to fit that easily. This is the experience I've been wondering about.

I let out a series of cries as my husband has found my vulnerable spot. I let out a long wailing, siren-like cry as my knees straighten, shake, and spasm with an orgasm. I tell my husband “Okay, Okay, take a break.” I need a moment to recover and then using my best blowjob skills, I focus on getting DJ rock hard.

I have him sit back on the bed and I crawl between his legs. I milk his snake with my hands and softly apply sucking kisses on his tightened head. I swirl my tongue around the crown and let my saliva drip all down into my fingers. I am determined to take as much of this black snake down my throat as I possibly can. I know my efforts are working because his dick grows to an unbelievable size. It throbs in my mouth and is less pliable. I give it a good suck and pop it out of my mouth. I look him in the eye and try out some dirty-talk I’ve been practicing. “Tell me how much you like having your dark cock in my white mouth?

He's breathes shallow breaths and answers, “I like it a lot. You suck it sweet.”

“You like what you’re seeing baby, don’t you? Your big dick deep in my mouth, don’t you? I think that it is too big for little ol’ me though. It’s going to hurt me, isn’t it? Are you going to hurt me when you fuck my pussy?” I pause to see if it is having an effect on him. Swallowing him deeply into my throat and without gagging, I pause there for a moment, so that he can get the full picture: he’s almost all the way in. He’s captured. I let out an intentional mock whimper, spit him out and catch some needed breaths. His heartbeat I can feel in my hand. “You like it filthy, don’t you baby?”

“Yes I do.” he answers. I push him back all the way and throw my leg over him so that I am straddling him. Oh shit, usually I can just take my husband’s dick and guide it into my pussy from this position. I put my feet flat on the bed and crawl up to a crouching position so I can guide the tip in. He uses his hands to cup my pillowy butt cheeks and support me. I try to fully relax so it will go in. No hurry, I take my time. I adjust myself near his rib cage and begin slowly working myself down. If feels so freakin’ tight. I've never been stuffed like this before. I wonder if I need more lube. Lorenzo tells me that my pussy lips are stretched like he's never seen them before and they draw outward every time I rock forward. He says I look beautiful.

My pussy has just about relaxed but now my thighs are burning from exertion. I’m just about done for and I suggest a new position. I stand up and off of DJ and then lay on the bed so that my hips are on the edge. DJ aims his dick at me and, ohh, enters me. He pushes slow measured thrusts that go a little bit deeper each time. His tip-head is banging up against my cervix. “How far is he in?” I grunt at Lorenzo. He holds up his hands and shows me. DJ now builds momentum and he’s stabbing me again and again, deeper and deeper, with his pleasure stick. “Fuck!” I have never been fucked like this. “Ohhhh!” again I wail. DJ slows down to “intentional” speed. I feel waves rolling in and out. And then like a sneaker wave trying to pull me out to sea, holding on in joyful agony I ask, “How much more cock is there to take honey?” He indicates three inches with his fingers as he kneels with his smallish cock next to my face. Delicately I suck it in and hold it in my open mouth. “Ih hurz soo guud bayhe.” I manage to mumble out of my trembling lips. DJ starts to build his pace again until clap, clap, clap and my head jerks back from the sensation. “Sowdow, sowdow!” I beg. “Ohhhhhhh gaw. Ohhhhhhh hucking gaw!”

Both men look at me silently with grins on their faces. I collect myself and continue sucking Lorenzo. It takes very little effort to get him erect. Soon enough, he is stiff and I can easily attach on to it. Okay I indicate to DJ; he slowly and purposefully begins thrusting again. I happen to glance around the room and now I’m aware that we are the center of attention. I fully appreciate why DJ has so many lovely certifications on his profile from single ladies and hotwives. His dick is taking me to a level I've never been to before. For the first time, I think that I’m experiencing a vaginal orgasm. He’s taking full possession of my pussy. “Ohhhhh!” Here I go again.

After I recover, I’m able to latch on again to my husband’s dick and give him a very full-on, sensuous blowjob. Over-stimulated, he quickly blows all over my face. DJ is still inside me, semi-erect and rocking me like a rocking chair. Oh gawd, I'm nearly spent. DJ pulls out that long anaconda and I can see that he has deposited cum inside the condom. I ask Lorenzo for some wipes. He uses one to clean off my face. DJ tugs his condom and discards it into a nearby trash basket. I offer a wipe to him. My husband wipes me down there.

I don't want to waste any of my opportunity to enjoy this enormous dick. Although his erection has faded, I place an unlubed condom back in my mouth and my lips go to his cock. He tortured me to complete ecstasy and now I intend to do the same to him. Sensuously, I roll the condom down his shaft with my lips, tongue and fingers. Soon he becomes fully engorged as the barrier is finally in place. I snap my fingers and Lorenzo places a nitrile glove on my upturned hand and applies a dollop of lube to the middle finger. Not in any rush at all, I use my tongue and my lips to milk that meat. His black member throbs and pulses again. He’s gonna be mine. Between pulses, he jumps when my finger finds and circles his butthole. Oh yeah, he likes being on the receptive end of some buttplay. A slow poke and it is in him up to the first digit. I ascertain that he doesn’t get this done very often, if ever. I stretch his anus and he pulses. Again I shove it in deeper. I sense that he feels, maybe a little uneasy about all this but then I shove my finger all the way in and let him figure out how to adjust to it. Doubt crosses his face. He doesn’t know that I am determined to take it out of him, willingly or unwillingly. No, no I will get it done. I look around with my eyes and see that maybe there is also doubt on the faces of the gathered crowd too.

My husband sits back and watches. My fingers, lips, and tongue go to work. In slow-motion, I take my time building for it. I wait, like a cat waiting for the right time to pounce. And then I see the opportunity. There is no way he can fight it anymore. He jumps like a jailbird seeing an open door. His cum spurts into the condom. I laugh knowing that I am controlling him with my mouth and one manicured finger. He can’t help himself, he groans and cusses through gritted teeth and collapses back onto the bed.

I look up at Lorenzo and nod my head. I scootch up near DJ’s face. I kiss Lorenzo and then break off and kiss DJ. Alternating between the two men's mouths, Lorenzo can’t wait a moment longer to fuck me. He's my husband and I don't need a condom with him. His dick is rock hard and within a matter of three or four minutes he squirts into my loose pussy as DJ sucks the nipples of my titties. Fuck yes!

“Okay. Are we done?” DJ shows a strained face and groans. The spectators groan as well. We continue to bask in the afterglow. Some spectators voice compliments on how much they enjoyed the show. My two girlfriends and Eve elbow the boys out of the way and cuddle with me. My friend, Tasha, smiles and kisses me on the lips and giggles. I give her a sweaty, condom tasting, kiss that lingers a little bit too long. She stops, gulps and then she and I are at it. Oh boy, this isn’t over by a long shot. Soon, Darla breaks in with her wet tongue. The boys shift as Eve joins in too, in sweet, friendly, lesbian petting.

After this delicious, feminine interlude, the boys have recovered and by the indications of their stroking, are ready for action again. Jack makes his way to Tasha. Good choice. Pete teams up with Darla. And her husband, Curt, and Lorenzo luck out with Eve. This leaves me with DJ alone. There are no complaints here. His cock is big enough to satisfy all the women on this bed. He asks me to put a condom on his dick with my mouth again. Oh, my treat.

I fit the condom on DJ’s cock and apply some lube on top (even though I doubt whether at this point I need it). I offer up my pussy doggy-style and he enters and bounces his tip off of my cervix. Ohhhhh! I can feel my labia drag back as he retreats. I’ve been practicing my Kegles and I squeeze him in return. Ha ha! He realizes how much this turns me on and teases me with slow strokes until I tell him that I want him to pound me. Slap, slap slap, slap, slap echoes off the walls. Spectators stop their whispering. I feel it building and can’t stop. “Slow down!” I beg to no avail as I’m fucked mercilessly like a rag doll. He curses and curses some more; then I’m hit by a giant wave which knocks me over. Uncontrollably, I splash the sheet with a fountain of cum myself.

DJ pulls my butt cheeks apart. His tongue circles my ring and he licks my juice off. You shouldn’t be doing that.” I admonish him. “We aren’t fluid bonded.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were Mary Ellen?” he grunts out while continuing to lick. Okay, I’m spent, dazed, and also astonished. “What would your husband say? Do you think that he’d go for that?”

“What did you just say?” I try to just continue floating; without thinking. His question, like a lazy seagull, circles my fluffy cloud. What a smooth fucker! He can’t be serious? Oh gawd, how I’d love to throw caution to the wind and feel him bareback: smooth. “Uhm, let me just lay back and we can talk about that later.” I try not to imagine this lean, Black, bull splashing jism all over my tits, his cum dripping down my throat in buckets, or him like Mt. Saint Helens, erupting into my wanton pussy. But I just can’t! I shudder, wondering, would Lorenzo go for that? Come on, don’t think about that now! Just relax. “No, I don’t want to think about it now.”

Copyright Frolicsome_Friends 07.18.19