Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy as she rose and fell on my stiff cock. I had reached up and cupped her smallish tits, pinching and rolling her taut nipples between thumbs and forefingers. For her part, she had both hands at her groin, rubbing her now prominent clit. The soft "Unh...unh," sounds she had been making got louder and louder and her movements more rapid as she approached her climax.
Then, "Oh yes, yes," and she ceased moving completely, my cock buried fully in her hot, wet cunt, her clit now pressed firmly against my pubic bone. Her hands covered mine at her tits, forcing me to pinch her fully erect nipples ferociously. Her body shivered as she rode thru her orgasm, breathing in gasps until, with one long breath, her climax ended.
Marie fell forward, her full lips plastered to mine, her tongue probing for my tongue, in a most passionate kiss. My arms went around her, hugging her body tightly to mine.
After a few moments, we broke the kiss and she rose up slightly, smiling at me, the whites of her eyes and her white teeth in stark contrast to her black skin.
"Oh man, that was good," she whispered. "I haven't cum like that for the longest time. For a white boy you really fuck good." I couldn't understand that; she'd done all the work to get herself off. But what the heck. If she wanted to give me the credit, I'd take it. On top of all that, I still hadn't cum and my prick still felt like a rod of steel.
- - - - -
It all began at a restaurant I frequented. Marie did the bus work and I'd had the hots for her since I first saw her; Tall, slender, small breasted, hair cropped close, her almost oriental almond shaped eyes behind wire rim glasses perched on an aquiline nose. When she smiled her white teeth contrasted greatly with her dark skin, skin that appeared to be flawless, what I could see of it.
We went from a quick "Hi", progressing to a "How are you tonight" exchange of greetings. Then one night, when she didn't wear the restaurant 'uniform' but, instead, a white blouse and skin tight jeans. I surprised myself by saying, "You look gorgeous tonight."
She laughed and said, "I bet you say that to all girls in tight pants."
Again I surprised myself by replying, "No, only to those who make my pants get tighter." I was sporting a huge hardon that had taken up the slack in mine.
She looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean?" I turned in my seat and looked down and her eyes followed mine. She gasped and her eyes widened as she saw the bulge in my pants. "Is that all you or do you have a sock in your pants."
I grinned at her. "That's all me and you're the cause of it. Don't you think you should do something about it?"
"I get off work at eleven. Maybe I can take care of it then, if you want."
"Oh, I want alright. I'll pick you up in the parking lot and take you home wth me. How does that sound?"
"Just as long as you take me home afterwards."
And that's how it started.
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She slid into the passenger side seat and looked at me. "Do you still have those tight pants on?'
"Yes, and if anything, they've gotten even tighter while I waited for you. Take a look."
Instead of looking, Marie reached over and patted my groin. "Jeezus, I think you're right. I can hardly wait to get a look at that thing." I was getting prouder and prouder of my fat seven incher.