Flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas and making a daily round-trip from Midland-Odessa to a remote airstrip in a resort community on the Rio Grande, I invited residents and workers in the resort community to ride with me. Yolanda, a young, black woman who tended bar at the saloon in the western resort town, took me up on my offer. Half my age, she was young, in her early 20s, about 5' 5," 120 pounds, just a bit plump, with a beautiful face, nice white-toothed smile, full red lips, and a nicely rounded body, articulate, well-spoken. She brought some smoke with her on the flight and in the motel suite where we stayed surprised me with some fantastic sucking and fucking after she had a few drinks and smoked a bit. She kept promising more, before, during and after our first night together, promises of offering her other hole, since we had enjoyed her mouth and pussy the first night, an openness to joining the mile-high club on the return flight. The return flight was to come later though, as we spent several days together and were joined by others – two white women.
I made the daily round-trip flight while Yolanda went shopping. After taking care of the cargo, I went to the motel suite. On her shopping trip Yolanda had obviously bought a holder, some josh sticks to mask the smell of her smokes in the room, and some new clothes. She had been trying on the clothes and was dressed, when I arrived, she was in a tight-fitting, brown sweater accenting her 36C breasts with her prominent areola, tipped with usually firm, jutting, round nipples, and an ankle-length, patterned, Western skirt.
As on the night before, she was watching a porno movie on the pay-per-view TV, smoking a joint, and drinking whiskey from the stocked refrigerator in the suite. "How do you like these new clothes?" she asked, twirling around like a model and showing off her new sweater, skirt, and in the process her fine body with nice tits stretching the sweater, and her muscular, rounded butt filling out the skirt.
"That's a nice outfit," I said, "Really shows off your best assets," with a teasing emphasis on 'ass' and 'sets,' meaning, of course, her tits.
She got the joke, since she knew me now as a near constant joker. (See Ebony Ride for the major joke played on her as we flew to Midland-Odessa the night before.) "You really are in incorrigible old fucker," she said. "Are you ever serious?" she asked.
"Of course, I'm as serious as I can be when we are sucking and fucking," I said. "Did you hear me laughing while we were rutting with each other last night? While I was eating your sweet pussy, you were sucking me, we were fucking each other to exhaustion?"
"You may have been exhausted," she said. "Your tired, old prick may have given out, but I was ready for more. I am really ready for more right now." She smiled wickedly and took a hit on the joint she was smoking and followed it with a drink of the whiskey. "You want a hit on this?" she asked, offering me the rolled cigarette.
"No, Yolanda, I don't do that," I said.
"Then how about a drink?" she asked.
"Sure," I said, "I'll have a drink, and I need to take a bath. I'm nasty from working in the desert, flying and hauling that cargo around."
"Yeah, take a bath," she said. "I want you real clean tonight, and I'm going to get clean too. I have a special treat for you."
Facing me as we talked, just as she had last night, Yolanda lifted her sweater exposing her full, firm tits. She let the rolled up sweater rest just on the top of her brown globes. "These got you started last night," she said, "cranked up your old cock. Do they excite you now?" she asked and took the few steps toward me to grasp my crotch in her plump, brown hand, accented by her white-tipped fingernails. She ran her hand up and down the bulge in my jeans, feeling my growing erection. I sat on the bed, pulled her to me and licked her breasts, one the other, kissed the rounded mounds, licked and sucked her nipples, one the other, taking each areola between my lips. I held the cheeks of her butt in my hands while I mouthed her titties. She massaged my cock through my jeans, stroked me to a fuller tumescence.
"You really are a sorry old son-of-a-bitch," she said, grinning her white-toothed smile with her ruby red lips, the corners of her dark brown eyes crinkling, her facial dimples showing her delight, "taking advantage of a young girl like me."
Taking advantage of her? I was puzzled by that remark, but figured, what the hell, let it go. As long as I get some of that tight, pink pussy surrounded by her dark black muff, between her brown muscular legs, she can think about our relationship, our sucking and fucking, anyway she wants to think about it.
I raised my mouth off her right breast, leaving saliva coating both of her perked-up nipples. Looking up at her as she continued squeezing and stroking my cock, she leaned over, and we kissed mouth-to-mouth. Our lips molded together, her tongue snaked into my mouth; I ran my tongue into her mouth. We kissed with our lips together, our tongues probing, mouths sucking, licking lasciviously together. I tasted the smoke in her mouth, the whiskey on her breath. My cock throbbed in her hand. I cupped one of her butt cheeks in one hand, used my other hand to fondle her full breasts, smearing the wetness of my saliva around on them, tweaking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. We both moaned into each other's mouth.
Finally, after several minutes, Yolanda broke off the kiss. She stood up straight, pulled her sweater over her head, undid her skirt, removed it and laid it on the bed neatly. She was not wearing any panties, so she stood there before my excited gaze, her hairy bush at my mouth level, her rounded, tight belly, deep navel right in front of me. I leaned forward and kissed her stomach, ran my tongue into her belly button, swabbed down across her mons, her wiry hairs on my face, kissed her full outer lips, ran my tongue between them, tasted her sweet essence oozing in her slit, licked it up, and stuck my tongue deeper, into her cunt, opened the outer labia, swirled my tongue around licking those fat lips, the clefts between the outer and inner lips, felt her clit rising up against my nose, emerging from its hood, swelling, lengthening, wrapped my lips around it and sucked it like a little cock.
"Oh, god," she moaned, "eat my pussy." She arched her lower body tighter against my face, pushed her hairy cunt right onto my mouth. "Suck my clit, lick it," she begged, but in a commanding way. I did just as she asked; sucked her slimy little nub, licked her pussy lips, ran the tip of my tongue into her pink pussy, worked my tongue back and forth, up and down on her fluttering folds of soft flesh.
Yolanda slammed her twat hard against my mouth and came, shuddering and shaking as she flooded my mouth, nose and chin with her slick juices. I held onto her butt cheeks, massaged her titties with my other hand, and rode out her cum, swallowing her gushing nectar.
She humped her cunt into my face several times finishing her pulsing orgasm, then used both hands to push me away from her slimy box. She leaned over and kissed me again, licking her juices off my lips and face.
"Oh, Rob, you are such an asshole," she said, "You are using me so for your pleasure."
Again I was a bit puzzled by this perspective, since all I had experienced at eating her pussy was a raging hard cock, and a huge spot of slimy, wet pre-cum staining my shorts, even leaking through the thick denim of my jeans.
