Will You?

No promises on how far this is going to go, Chapter 5 tops. I have to increase my vocabulary really, I detail sex too much and use up all my verbal ammunition describing sex. Boom. Enjoy

*Vibrate*

My hand fumbles in the darkness to find the source, doesn't help the phone case blends with the shade of the room, and so does my skin. I open my eyes, the dull light of moon blanketing my room. It allows me gain enough sight to find the phone. My dark flesh slams down on the device, scooping it up it and bringing it over my face.

The text was from Brook, a long time friend of mind I had grown close to over the years. She and I started out as fuck buddies and somehow managed to build a friendship. "Heyyy, r we goin 2nite?"

"Jesus, I'd wish she'd spell something right." thinking to myself before yawing a bit, just now remembering it's gym night. Half awake, I fumble with my text, getting several typos before replying.

"Yeah, give me a second to get dressed, and I'll come get you."

Slowly shifting myself from the mattress then placing my feet on the floor. I sit-up, hunching over my knees a bit, stretching a bit. A short spurt of shuffles is given off by my movements, the sound of thick ebony strands whizzing by my ears. My dredlocks, I prided myself in my hair, loving them more so than myself sometimes.

Smirking slightly, I get up and head to the bathroom,  once again shuffling around in blindness looking for the light switch. Finally I give sight to myself, and head towards the sink. With tired brown eyes, I gaze in the mirror at my reflection, analyzing my transformation.

I'm impressed with the sight of me, if you'd seen me the year before you'd know why. The saggy disappointing man tits I had the year prior have completely vanished, and in their place now where pectoral muscles fine and tone. Due to my natural body builder physic, my shoulders and chest slightly wider than the rest of my body, I looked huge but athletic. I didn't think myself too big or too small, honestly I felt myself to be perfect since I've put off so much weight.

I let a thumb slip between my waist and my boxer shorts and pulled them down to my thighs revealing my manhood to myself. Being a black kid, expectations are high for a huge dick and being a monster in the sack, I was not one of those blessed black guys. While I was fat, I'd reach just past 5 inches and had a long battle with premature ejaculation. If a girl stroked me for about 30 seconds I was done.

Since I've lost weight all these problems seem to have disappeared. My manhood looks bigger, I last measure myself just shy of 7 inches. I haven't tested how long I can last in the sack, but my occasional masturbation sessions have gotten longer than they use to be.

Overall, I'm very impressed with myself and how far I've come, knocking off those 80lbs was the best commitment I've made. Why stop now? I get myself ready, equipping a black wife beater, black basketball shorts, and black running shoes. I grab my keys, wallet, gloves, phone, headphones, a towel and head out the door.

Making my way to Brooks residents, I send her a text telling her to "Jamone" which I've been using as my code word every since I was influenced by a Michael Jackson song one night. She slowly creeps out, careful not to wake her niece and aunt, whom she stays with. She locks the door behind her and heads towards the car, her head down focused on a text message.

Her long dirty blonde hair tainted by traces of light blonde highlights tied up in a pony tail. The light of the phone illuminates her faces, making her azure jade eyes glisten slightly in the night. She wore a yellow tank top, black and red workout shorts that stopped mid thigh and maroon running shoes. She's also lost a lot of weight and gotten bold with her attire. A few months ago she wore nothing but long sleeves and yoga pants to the gym.

The yellow tank hugs her pale body tightly, her curves are more defined in the current outfit, her body has changed a lot. Her thighs look milky, they have a soft jiggle when she walks, a tone jiggle. It makes me wonder how much her pussy has changed since I've seen it. Her boobs have gotten more form as well, shredding the fat from needed areas has caused her bust to tighten a bit. It's like she has the body of a volleyball player.

Fortunately I still get to see her boobs from time to time. There's nights when loneliness  will strike one of us and we'll ask or offer for each other's company. Most of the time we drink and smoke weed to hide the depression within. It's these times she'll get so far under the influence, she start walking around topless. Since she's lost weight, it's been a more often occurrence. Never has sex been pushed between us since we've built this friendship. We tease, we flirt, but most physical contact has been evaded, maybe except the occasional slap on the ass.

She opens the door and hops in, still focused on her text message. "C'mon vamanos, everybody Let's go." A song she's picked up from seeing Dora The Explorer one too many times while watching her niece.

Me and Brook are polar opposites, we really shouldn't be friends as much as I complain about her. I guess there's something that attaches us, some quality of our friendship. My dad thinks it's because we had sex, and sex can bind two spirits together if the compatibility is there.  I don't believe that, because you can't call what we had "sex."



(Past)

While our friendship was still young, she came over one night yearning for company. We laid in my bed and watched movies. During one movie I slipped a hand in her shirt and cupped her breast. She scooted closer to me, begging me to take her. I groped her, my hands seduced her, teased sensitive skin and caused her body to shudder with an aching desire for pleasure, and she gave in.

Brook turned over, kissed me, and we made out. My exploring fingers found her pants and pulled them down to her thighs. Her smooth touch traveled from my neck to my crotch before she grabbed her pants and moved them down to her ankles, kicking them off afterwards. Straddling me, she locked a kiss as her fingers pulled down my shorts, silk-like palm imprisoning me in pleasure. Her grip signaled an intense wave of satisfaction through my bones. I felt if I was already on the verge of cumming in her hand. 

I was unconfident, insecure, I didn't believe I could last long enough with my dick in her hand. I turn the tides, flipping her on her back and teased my fingers around her moist lips below. Her hand searched for my shaft again, but I avoided her clutches. I knew she had more sexual experience than me, she had just recently broken up with someone, and I hadn't had sex in 3 years. Out of my loneliness I craved to please her. Fingering her, caressing , licking, and biting her body. I left my  marks of pleasure from her thighs to her squishy breast. I put her in ecstasy, pure bliss. Her eyes stayed close and she allowed herself to be taken by me. I massaged her fatty thighs, sucked her clit, did all the right moves and I could tell by the way she moaned I had her.

For not being able to last long, I had studied and read books on the female anatomy, sexual features, foreplay tactics. I did everything I could to learn how to please a woman with my hands and mouth since my dick wouldn't suffice.  This was my first time putting everything I read to practice, and I had mastered the art.

I remember the moist sounds and gasp of pleasure feeling the room when I reached her g-spot.  Brooks body jerked violently at the contact and her flow shot forth from her like I open a valve in a congested pipeline. White cream as pale as her flesh connected my finger to her slit. Her thighs wrapped around my head, a palm pressed to my head, coaching me to keep going, don't stop. I could tell I was close to making her cum.

Her hips jerked and she bit her lip, her body seizing  to the initiation of an orgasm. She gasped loud, she and I were both unprepared by the thick, gushing ejaculation that stained the sheets.  She took a minute to catch herself, deep breathes causing her bust to elevate and jiggle. "That's never happened before. You made me cum like guys do." Dipping her fingers in the sperm like puddle on the sheets, she scooped up a rather chucky glob of cum and placed it in her mouth. She wiped her fingers of on her tongue and looked at me with the most seductive eyes I had ever seen.

In pure sexual desire, I placed my tongue in her stain, lapping up a big wad of her in my mouth. I crawled over her and licked her neck. Skillfully tracing her cum from her neck to her lips. My weight came down on h her body, my stiff member placed between her thighs, erect nipples brushed against my chest as we locked our lips in a sweet tasty kiss. Strings of her cum webbed between our tongues, her aroma escaping from the corners of our mouths.

Her hand dashed to my cock, the charge of pleasure broke our kiss as I locked up in her grip. She turned me over on my back and before I could fight, all 5 inches of my was inside of her mouth. Brook wasted no time taking all of me down her oral cavity. The heat of her breathe enshrouding my dick in a small sphere of heaven,

"Cum in my mouth." She whispered before going up and down on me a few more times. Her actions were silent, but her technique was skilled and messy. Brook swirled her tongue around me, careful to let every ounce of liquid cover my dick. It felt like she submerged my shaft and balls in sweet, sticky, sexual spit. I couldn't fight the amount of pleasure not saliva she produced, I was going to cum.

I placed my hand on her head and trusted forcefully down her throat, shooting my cum all inside of her mouth. She took it all, looked my right in my eyes, letting a few lines of cum and slobber seep down my dick. She lifted her lips from my dick and crawled on top of me. With her body just above mine, she swallowed. The bulge in her throat contracting and shifting shoving my load down.

"Hmm, is that as long as you can last with me?" She said to me smiling. I wasn't sure if she was challenging me or priding herself in her blowjob skills.

"I haven't had sex in awhile. Give me a break." I said with a joking look, trying to keep my pride even though I felt hurt inside.

She brought her lips just next to my ear. "Will you fuck me?" She sat on my dick, her pussy lips opening, slightly hugging the  base of my shaft. Her weight at that time seem to make it slightly harder for me to breathe. Her knees dropped to my side, her hands planted on my chest, she began to grind back and forth. "Hmm? Will you fuck me, Sully? Will you please fuck me?"

She sat up, he fatty breast and stomach sagging slightly. She wasn't unbearably fat, slightly overweight and out of shape. I was the one who was fat. She ran her fingers through her hair, grinding faster and faster against my shaft.  She was trying to get me hard again, and she was doing a good job. She laid down on top of me, her breast against my chest, still grinding away.  She kept whispering "Fuck me" and moaning my ear.

The passion overruled me and I made my move. I had confidence that since I had just busted a nut I'd be able to give it to her for a longer period, pleasuring her. I flipped her on her back, lifted her legs and raised her knees to her head, folding her. For a chunky girl, she was agile and she loved when I made my move. I looked down getting a view of the fatty, yet still cute pussy, it begged for me.

I positioned myself and trusted myself as deep as I could go. She felt amazing, the silk like lining of her moist walls gripped my member so tightly. I tried to fight through the pleasure, I thrusted once more....twice more....three times.....four. "Shit...No." I felt the thick cream rush through my shaft and I pulled out of her. I let myself go all over her pussy and drip down to her breast and face.

I looked up at her, and she wasn't satisfied. She wasn't mean about it, she tried not to hurt my feelings, but I already knew I failed.





That was 3 years ago. So much has changed since then, we don't even talk to each other the same anymore. Why would we? We know more about each other now, we know each other's flaws, taste, dislikes.  We know we shouldn't be friends., but we are.

On our way to the gym we blast several songs to get us pumped and ready for the workout ahead. Adrenaline pumping rock is the theme of the night. Brook has a moment of crazies, headbanging out of the car letting her hair flutter wilding in the wind. Her actions caused her breast to bounce uncontrollably. Even with the sports bra holding her back they are big enough to still look free in that tight layer. Once we arrive to our destination the music lowers, I park the car and turn off the engine bringing silence to flood the car for just a moment.

"What are we doing tonight?" She says after she sent a text to someone, a guy I'm guessing. She's always talking to someone guy, she can't stand to be alone.

"Hmm...Legs and Abs?"

"We can't, I have ballet tomorrow. How about arms, you look like you can use some more muscling up there buddy." She slaps one hand across my flesh, recognizing how cut I've gotten.

"Hmm. I have to drum tomorrow, I have a show."I shrug a bit, seeing if she will bring any other option. It was dead for a moment before we both looked at each other and acknowledge out last option.

"Cardio and Swimming it is."

Our back up routine, something that works us both and burns calories and won't leave us terribly sore in the morning. We've always done our workout routines together, I guess because we motivate each other, so if we can't do the same routine we do cardio.

As we made our way to the door, she issues a challenge. " Hey, wanna make a bet?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"45 Minutes on the treadmill, whoever has the least distance has to do a workout of the winners choosing. Reps, weight, and conditions, as long as it's reasonable." She tightened her ponytail, signaling her anticipation of my answer.

"Hmmm. Deal. I want you 2 treadmills down though so we can't see the distance until the end."

"Ah, gay. I wanted to call it a race, bitch."

"So you can burn your legs out before your ballet? And you know if I win, you're doing squats right?"

"Fuck, you're right. When you lose you're doing curls, so...." She let out a corny chuckle. Something she did when she didn't know how to finish her sentence.

"Okay." I said, throwing my dreads back and tying them in a ponytail as well. "You're on."



 

After a bit of warming ups and stretches we made our way to the treadmills. She was bouncing around, very anxious, trying to pump herself up to win. I laid all my objects beside the treadmill and decided to take off my shirt. I had recently headed about t-shits rubbing nipples raw if you run for too long. Images I found on the internet have me a sense of paranoia to the idea, so I wasn't taking any chances.

I tossed my shirt next to the treadmill with the rest of my stuff and boarded the machine. My gaze shifted to Brook who immediately looked away from me. She walked in the other direction a bit smiling before coming back. She wasn't  bouncy as she was a second ago, she seemed to be flustered now.

"You okay?"  I didn't assume that I was the cause of her current state, but the idea crossed my mind.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just...wow. When did you get them abs, son?"

"I dunno. Why, you like them?" I flexed a bit, teasing her eyes with my body. She admired every second of it, but acted like she wasn't impressed. "Calm down there, champ. Don't bust a blood vessel flexin." I felt confident, a bit cocky after her actions, but I'm a humble man so I just laughed to myself playing the situation cool.

 " Okay.." She said coming to a decision to pay me back the favor. Brook removed her shirt, the black Nike sports bra the other top clothing on her now. I glared at her, almost dumbfounded by how much as body has changed. I mean I've seen her body and tits recently, maybe like a few weeks back one intoxicated night but I'd never really focused on how far she's come. She wasn't ripped, very smooth, very tone, very sexy. She caught me starring and her lips curved a crooked smile.."Yeah, two can play at that game, bitch."

"Oh, I'm going to love these squats you're going to do."

For a large duration of the jog we were sneaking peeks at each other, admiring the sweat body of the opponent. We both knew one was watching the other, and we both tried playing it off by egging each other on by talking shit to each other.  I wasn't really pushing to win this challenge, I actually didn't care. Win ore lose never mattered to me unless it something relating to my goal, then I'd be work overtime. This was just a fun workout made to challenge each other, I pushed hard for the workout, not for the challenge. I wouldn't mind seeing her do some squats though, I might try a little harder.

"Time!  3.9 miles. Whatchu got, bitch?" She looked at me stepping off of her treadmill and rushed to see where I was. My feet came to a halt and I controlled my steps, falling from the device gracefully. "4.04 Miles."

"Mother fucker. Rematch?"

"Nope. Time to hit dem squats, girl."

Zig-zagging around machine after machine, we made our way to the bar and plate weights.

"Can I not do squats, please?" She grabbed my arm, still drenched in sweat and tugged slightly.

"Nope. You know what you were getting into."

"Damnit, man. Whats the details?

"10 squat cleans and 10 overhead squats. 140lbs."

"Fuck you, dude. C'mon. Ballet tomorrow, bro.

Snapping my finger I point at the weights. " Don't act like you weren't about to give my something hard for my curls."

"...true. Okay, you got me there."

Brook  set-up the bar and weights and the squats commence. I love her squats because she does them slow, skillfully. She pushes herself to control the weight, she loves to break down every fiber of her muscles and hit everything she can. Gives me more time to admire her body. My eyes focus mainly upon the bends of her hips, the way her ass pokes out in her squats.  She fell in love with squats when she found out they would tone her butt, give her some rump. I can agree, it works. When I met her she had no ass to speak of.

"Don't stare so hard at my ass." She managed to spurt out between squats.

"That was the whole point of this. Don't sit there and act like my curls weren't going to give you a look at my chest and abs you been admiring. "

She finished her first set of 10 as I finished my sentence. She dropped the weights and looked right at smiling. "Not at first. But after seeing you on that treadmill a bit, I might've copped a peek."

"I mean, you weren't exactly slick on the treadmill."

"Neither were you." She starts back up with her second set, and I resume admiring her figure.

She finishes the last 10 in silence, dropping the weights once more when she's done. "Pool time." Her hands dart for her hips, inhaling and exhaling in a controlled manner.

"Meet you in there." I said catching a last gaze of her body as we part ways. She nods and heads towards the women's bathroom.

During my changing process I'd realize my manhood was up slightly, mini-boner really. Most likely when I was watching her body. I'm pretty sure Brook noticed, I dont know how I didn't realize. Taking my time, I change into my swim shorts, trying to give myself enough time for the boner to go down. I check my phone, looking for any unread message or calls and I had a text from a friend named Kayden.

"Hey, Tabitha and Kat are fighting and I don't know what to do...any advice?"

I replied with some friendly words and during this time my boner had completely subsided and I made my way to the pool. Of course she wasn't there yet, nor was anyone. It's good that it's empty, I hate being around people. That and some of the public conversations we have aren't very subtle. We've gotten kicked out of several restaurants for profanity and offensive subjects. Dark humor,  Sex changes, Politics, Religion, Holocaust, Pedophile and rapist jokes. We just have no filter really.

With an empty pool in my sights, I wasted no time jumping in and began making my laps. It wasn't until my 3rd lap that I rose out of the pool and caught a surprise of foam to my face. She'd grabbed one of the foam floaters most of the elderly people use and caught me in the cheek. "Boo!" She screamed at the same time as my impact

I grabbed the rim of the pool with one hand, wiping my eyes with the other hand. Once I cleared the liquid from my face I looked up to see Brook squatting in front of me.  She wore a white two piece swim suit, her legs spread just a foot away from the rim. Her breast were loose, free from the oppression of the sports bra. They were nice, stunning D-cup breast. Her skin fading to a pale hue at the chest, and I found it attractive. Staring a bit before looking up at her.

She smiled, she knew, and she acknowledged. This was the teasing game we played from time to time. When this happens, most likely she'll take off her top, and that's as far as it goes between us.

"Like what you see?"

"What?A loser?" I had come accustomed to use keeping the teasing at this level, I didn't bother flirting anymore.

"That's not what I saw during my squats." She locks eyes with me, she did notice my boner.

I look away, somewhat embarrassed by the idea. "Damn, I was hoping you didn't see."

"Hmm. Well I did. I think everyone did." She planted her hand on the rim of the pool and hoisted herself in to the water slowly. She stayed afloat next to me and looked at me a moment before taking off to do a lap. No matter how much I tried, my eyes wouldn't find another target to look at. I starred at her swimming to and from. Immediately my member began to stand to admire her body. Before she finished her lap, I jumped out of the pool and into the hot tub in hopes of keeping my erection away from her. The pool area being empty made the transition smooth.

Once she finished 1 lap, she got out of the pool and walked towards the hot tub.

"You done already?" I asked her, trying to by myself some time. We're just friends, that's what I've been led to believe, so I don't want her seeing my boner.

She let out the "uh-huh" noise of confirmation and plopped herself in the hot tub. The trickles of water racing down her body made her body glisten. Brooks pale skin shined, as if to scream "Look at me. Look at how sexy I am." I analyzed her frame from head to toe my body longed for her.

"We're just friends, hold it together." I thought to myself, holding back this growing fit of want for her. Brook rested her back against the boundary of the tub mirroring me exactly. All was quiet for a moment, but not in my head. My mind rushed and raced franticly with ideas of things to do to her. My cock throbbed in the pool, calling for her touch

Her legs were cast out towards the middle of the tub, her cute toes only inches from my knees. I closed my eyes for a briefly only to be disturbed my the scrap of her toes against my skin.

"What?" I asked giving a quizzical look.

"Can you give me a foot massage? Loosen my up for ballet tomorrow."

This was not an odd request from her. I'd given her plenty of massages, honestly I think giving her a foot massage in the hot tube is the most common one. We'd done this same song and dance many times before. 

I mumbled a little bit under my breathe, pretending to complain about the chores. She knew I didn't mind, she knows I love giving massages. I scooted closer to her, allowing a flesh stool to rest one foot on while I worked on the other. Running thumbs firmly upon wet flesh, sputtering in those rough dry spots, I worked her foot from toes to heel. I'm more than capable of loosening her muscles, hammering away at the tightness and aches.

Brook let out a deep exhale with a soft moan trailing at the end. She'd never really moaned before at a massage, just stiffened up and breathed heavily. She reached one hand behind her, taking out her pony tail and letting her blonde strands fall loose around her head. Soaked clumps of string stuck to her skin.

She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the gift she was receiving. Her pants picked up in speed, the talent of skill at work. Another moan emitted from behind her throat, a little louder than the first. I didn't pay any mind, trying to avoid the idea of her getting off to massage. My dick however was not so rebellious to the idea, twitching merely inches from her free foot.

"Hmm. Oh Yeah." The way she said it sound very sexual, seductive as if I was directly touching her vagina. I finished up her foot and switched to the other, her foot fell limp right on top of my crotch. I know she felt my boner now, there was no way she didn't. She didn't say anything though, she didn't do anything.  She kept her foot there, it was if she'd lost consciousness in bliss.

I repeated the same procedure on her other foot. Again, short gasp and moans followed and I swear she was gyrating her hips a bit beneath the shallow water. I thought maybe I was seeing things, that was until her free foot began moving very slowly between my legs. Resuming my actions, I only made matter worse for myself, the more pleasure I caused her, the more her body would tense up. In the small burst of her excitement, she buried her foot against me. Brooks bare foot now pressed against my length, my throbs and twitches pushing back against the soles of her feet. The thin layer of clothing between us had no affect on the pressure she placed on me.

Brook acted as if she was completely oblivious to what she was doing, that or she was lost in small world of glory I'd given her she had no idea what she was doing. Though I enjoyed it, I wasn't sure how to read the situation or what to do in my position. Once I finished with her foot I placed it back in the water and moved back just far enough to get her foot away from my unstable sexual desire.

Brook sat there motionless for a few seconds before opening her eyes and smiling. " Geez man, you're amazing." I tried to play it cool "Oh yeah, I know." I smirked and winked at her, clicking my tongue twice with a cocky sense of satisfaction. 

She laughed at my gesture and headed towards me with open arms, motioning a hug was the payment for a job well down. As much as I love hugs from a busty female, this was not the best time. So I stayed sitting down on the submerged bench of the tub. Brook had to bend over to give me a hug but I'd rather that than things get awkward.

As I opened my arms to her, the next move took me off guard. She weaved her fingers through man, arm palms pressed together in both hands and proceeded to straddle me. Her round rump landed upon my thighs  and her breast rested just before my face for a second until she got comfortable to lean back enough to sit up right.

Brooks right hand slid from my mine and she allowed  moist fingertips to press against my chest. Soft touches crept up and down my chest and sunk to my abdominal area. I loved the touch of her fingertips against me, but I was still undecisive on what move to make. I placed my hand on her thigh and looked up at her.

"What's going on?"

In response, she placed both hands on my chest and looked me in the eyes. Her hands slowly moved up to my shoulders and around my neck. She didn't say anything, her eyes looked sorrowful, but that could be because of the water trickling down her face. She shrugged, smiling a bit before she moved closer to me. I mimicked her movements. First our hips met, then our chests', our lips staggered. Our eyes were locked, I starred deeply into that soft azure-jade shimmer of her eyes. We had a conversation in our eyes, as if to ask each other "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I couldn't answer it, I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I wasn't sure if I wanted to sacrifice this friendship, this wouldn't be like last time. We have a chance of ruining each other, we have personality clashes, emotional clashes, some things about her I hate. I hate how immature she could be, how she always texted a guy because  she couldn't stand to be alone. I hate how that guy was never me. As I look into her eyes, I hate her for this moment. I'm so confused...is this love? It couldn't be...

Our lips touched briefly before she looked down wondering if she should go through with this. My forehead touched hers, I let out a nervous exhale not sure what to do. She squeezed me tightly around my neck, and I returned the favor with the arms around her waist.

She looked up at me, her eyes captivating me once again. She brought her soft lips back to mine, and our true session began. A soft, slow passionate make out, my tongue darting into her mouth dancing with her tongue, collecting her saliva, sharing my DNA with her. Her body began to agree with her decision, placid movements, seductive thrust.

The sensitive flesh of my privates felt after shift of her hips against mine, and my soldier was standing at full attention. There was no turning back for me, and I began to feast on the passion. My lips left hers and slide to her neck. She moaned and whispered a complement I will never forget. " You're bigger than you use to be." One hand departed from my neck and disappeared bellow the shifting waters. I felt her fingers creep between my waistband, grabbing me in her hand and jerking me off under water

Beneath the restless waters of passion, my pointy finger and thumb moved to action. Infiltrating her bikini bottoms and moving to her ass cheeks. The pointy finger traced the crack of her ass, running over her anal entry, her taint, and finally toying with her pussy. The tip of the thumb scooted inside of anal entry, causing her to jerk and let out a cute squeal of pleasure.   

"I forgot I told you about that." She giggled, her grip beginning to loosen, her body lost in pleasure. She bit her lip, moaning and gasping as I toy with her entries. Thrusting her hips against my hand, she closes in on my ear on more time. "Nobody has ever made me cum like you did."

"You've been talking to boys, not men." I carried her over to the border of the tub and lifted her out of the water. Using the hand that teased her entrances, I lowered and removed her bottoms exposing her pussy to me and...I am stunned by the sight. The fatty folds, the stretch marks, the cottage cheese thighs were all gone. Her pussy was glorious, it looked so delicious, so tasty...she smelled so tasty. Inhaled a great whiff of her sex before I plunged my finger inside of her.

A sharp breathes of pleasure escaped her, timid moans and groans. I massaged her thighs, I teased her clit and tight little asshole, pushed body to bliss trying to accomplish my goal. My trick was to push her till she was about to cum, then slowly down, and repeat this process till your body quaked and begged for release. I pulled her closer, retracting her just enough to give me access to her asshole again.

I ran circles around her anal point and teased her clit with my tongue, indulging more and more into her sensitive areas. Finally I snuck a finger in her ass, and sucked her clit. "Gah--Ha." She cried, thrusting her hips against me. Pumping my finger and suction of her clit, that is all it took for her. After several times of pushing her to the edge, I finally decided to relieve her of her orgasmic burden.

She cried out as a huge, thick glob of her cum shot into my mouth, catching me by surprise. I guess this is what a blowjob feels like. With a load of her cum in my mouth, I back up from her pussy quickly swallowing the sex gush. Her legs closed as load after load shot out from her. Thick, stringy, sticky female ejaculation. hanging between her thighs. She separated her thighs, a myriad of strings clung from thigh to thigh, between her ass cheeks, and coated her pussy. It was the most amazing sight I'd ever seen.

She laid there, completely drained and devoid of energy. I crawled my way out of the pool and positioned myself over her. "Hmm, is that as long as you can last with me?"

She smiled, her thoughts filled with memories from our first sexual encounter. "Dick." She chuckled, trying to cover her face flushed red from pleasure. I hadn't noticed she'd taken her top off during my time between her thighs. I guess she'd been caressing and squeezing her breast to amplify the pleasure.

She removed her hands from her face and we smiled at each other before had fingers found my thighs. She followed the flesh up and found my scrotum, squeezing and teasing my balls in her hand. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. I feel her free hand land softly on my hips and push me over on to my back. She sits next to me, using one had to pleasure me with a serene embrace. The other hand caressed my body, working its way down slowly to aid her sister.

My shorts still clung to me, but she wasted no time removing them from play shortly after her hands met with my manhood. Her head lowered to my shaft, and it twitched in anticipation.  First the tip of her tongue grazed the head, her spit clinging to the hole of my penis. She gently licked and tasted more and more until she buried her lips at the base of my member. She kept me inside of her mouth, her tongue waving and slithering around my entire dick. I let out a deep exhale at the intense pleasure, loving every moment of her skill.

A messy blowjob, she loves to give a messy blowjob. She lifted her head from my dick, letting every bit of her mouth liquid  stay on my cock. A small puddle formed around my base and trickled and tickled down my taint and asshole...I remember this feeling. She started back up again, producing more and more juice to run down my shaft. My balls were completely drenched in her smell, and every second, every motion of her mouth pushing me closer and closer to shooting off inside of her.

She had to work for it this time, I no longer came as quickly as I use to. She realized this and got both hands back into the actions. One hand massaging my wet balls, the other joining her mouth on my shaft. The three arches of pleasure caused me to shake and tighten, I looked for something to grab hold to, but there was none. So I placed my hands on her head, pushing her further down, wanting to be deeper inside of her, wanted to feel more of what her skillful mouth and tongue have to offer.

She lifted her lips up and looked at me. Strings of spit hung from her lips as she smiled. "Cum in my mouth." I chuckled...we were reenacting  our first time over again. She put her lips back to action, pushing my pleasure levels to the max. My thrust became stiff and unstable, my body clenched with every touch of pleasure. I couldn't control myself, I rammed my hips to her mouth, spewing and splashing the pool of spit at my base everywhere. Her pace quicken, my grip became firm and tight, she knew I was on the edge. All of a sudden my body locked, erratic jerks, sporadic twitches, loads and loads of cum shit into her mouth and she took it all. It wasn't until the last load hit her that she choked a bit, gagging on the giant load I released inside her. She still managed to hold it together, relinquishing my shaft from her mouth and crawling up to me.

She looked me in the eyes, and I know what she was thinking. She knew a dark secret of mine. One I'm pretty sure is frowned about, but I don't care I've wanted to try it. One drunken night I told her I've always wanted to make out with a chick with my load in her mouth and she presented me with this moment.

Our lips connected, she let small taste of my cum seep into my mouth...I didn't taste half bad. She let more and more of me leak between our lips, spurts of my cum began to creep from the corners of my mouth. Slowly she fully accessed her mouth to me and my entire load was between our lips, swapping spit and cum back and forth for minutes until there was nothing left. She separated the kiss, licking the remainder of cum from the corners of my mouth and down my cheek.

"How was it?"

"I don't taste too bad."

"No...you taste really good actually."

A crooked smile formed on my face, I didn't have energy for anything else, neither did she. After several minutes laying on the floor, basking in our scent we found enough energy to pick ourselves up from the floor coated in a layer of our cum and saliva. We found our clothing, grabbed our stuff and made our way out of the gym, no one suspecting anything that went on in the pool area.

The ride to her house was silent, I'm not sure if we both were contemplating what we'd done or just thinking about what's going to happen between us. I tried to ease the mood, reaching for her hand. Her fingers locked and intertwined with mine just minutes before we arrived at her house.

As we came to a stop, I commenced my usual action; getting out of the car, walking her to her door and giving her a hug good night, tonight did not play out the same way. She never got out of my car, she sat in the passenger seat with the door open just looking at the ground. One leg still hiked up in my car, the other planted firmly in the grass below. I engaged the embrace opening my arms to her, she smiled and faced me retuning the hug. Her legs were spread, allowing our hips to meet once more.  We held this position a moment before it led back to a short make out session slowly arousing me once more.

Brook and I began grinding against each other within seconds. Slowly, Brook ceased the kiss and moved her lips to my ear.

"Will you fuck me?"