Love, Lies, and Lust (Part 1)

Within two hours of candidly discussing everything from his disappointment of a knee injury keeping him from achieving his dream of becoming a professional football player to my doubts and insecurities about myself and relationship, it felt as if we had known each other for years. Living in Atlanta, I only come across guys (Black, white, etc…) who try to be so smooth and hip. It was delightful to talk to a man who was secure enough to be him self. Even though I was having the best conversation I’ve had in a long time, I couldn’t help but notice his uncle passing smug critical looks my way. Noticing I was starting to feel uncomfortable, Mike invited me up to his uncle’s loft above the bar to taste some of his supposedly legendary homemade banana pudding he was telling me about earlier. Predicting his uncle would try to come up and be nosey, he escorted me to the guest room he was residing in. Before going to get the pudding, he bent down so we could be eye to eye and with a look of sincerity he said, “Sorry about my uncle. I know that’s the last thing you needed tonight. I hope you don’t hold that against me.” Moved by his concern, I gave him a sweet yet sensual kiss on the lips and said, “I hope that banana pudding is as sweet as you.” With a loss for word, he just smiled while shaking his head as he proceeded to go get the pudding. 

Returning with a hearty portion of pudding, he sat next to me on the bed and spoon fed me as if I was a baby. I was already in awe with him, but I became completely infatuated when I saw his solid 250 pounds or so body practically hold his breath for my review of his delectable dish. Stroking his ego, I over exaggerated, “Damn…that is the best banana pudding I’ve ever had in my life”. “Aww Girl, you’re just shittin’ me,” Mike said as he tried to fight the smile on his face. Horny and pressed for time, I kneeled down in front of him and said, “Tell you what. Actions speak louder than words,” while unbuckling his pants. For a minute I became skeptical and nervous at the fact that I wouldn’t be able to deep throat the 11” fat vanilla cock before my eyes. Remembering he’s not a “long term guy”, I began to spread the banana pudding all over his dick and balls. I first started with his balls and licked every inch; to insure that I got every drop, I began to suckle his balls one by one. While he stroked my hair, I moved on to slowly licking and French kissing the base of his dick until I reached the tip and seductively asked, “Do you believe me now?” As I proceeded to suck the tip of his dick as if it was blow pop while jacking his dick with one hand and massaging his balls with the other, he moaned, “Damn Girl…I believe you….I believe you”. Utilizing my tongue to flick all over the head and hole, I tightly sucked the tip so when I continually pulled it out it would make a smacking noise (example: similar to licking something off your fingers). What can I say? He was “Finger lickin’ good”. 

Almost on the edge of cumming, he forcefully pulled me up unclenching my tightly gripped mouth from the tip of his dick. Mike then began to anxiously kiss me while he removed my clothes. Completely nude, he instructed me to lie on the bed. He removed all his clothes and following my example began putting the pudding all over my nipples leaving a trail on my stomach stopping at my shaven pussy. Putting the bowl down he lightheartedly said, “I don’t want the puddin’ to cloud my judgment,” noticing the look of confusion on my face he explained, “I heard that the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice. I just want to see for myself”. Lying on his stomach with his legs practically off the bed, he slowly licked and kissed all over my protuberant pussy before opening the folds and inserting his thick warm tongue. I enjoyed how he paused between every lick of the pussy as if he was savoring the taste. I finally understood what “Cloud 9” meant. It felt like my body was floating as a cool tingly sensation swept through my veins. 

I didn’t want the feeling to end, so I pushed his big buzzed cut head away from my provoked pussy and inquired, “Well, is the myth true?” He began kissing my inner thighs to wipe off some of the sticky substance around his mouth and confirmed, “Hands down…that’s some sweet pussy. The sweetest pussy I’ve ever had”. Mimicking his southern tone, I used his reaction when I complimented his dessert and said, “Awe boy, you just shittin’ me.” Still laughing at my pathetic attempt of imitating him, he said in jest, “I can show you better than I can tell you,” keeping with the theme of the previous conversation concerning the pudding. Getting off the bed, he instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed and did a move I now call “The Mike Movement”. He stirred the tip of his colossal cock in my firm saturated fat and removed it and said, “Here. See for yourself,” as he aimed his dick toward me. Leaning down towards his dick, my tongue reaching the tip of his dick first, I began to suck the tip like a baby does a pacifier. In the midst of every dickful, he’d whisper in a proud fatherly tone, “That’s it….That’s it…Thaaat’s a big girl,” leaving my mouth watering for more. I’ve tasted my juices in many of my masturbation sessions, but it seemed to taste even sweeter off of him. Considering I love the act of teasing my pussy more than penetration, I felt like a spoiled kid born into money as he repeatedly fed me my chocolate pudding with his silver spoon. 

My 115 pound body almost leaped of the bed as Mike good-humoredly pounced on his back. Unlike my boyfriend, Mike’s demeanor was fun and carefree yet sensual and skilled. Patting his lap he ordered, “Haul that fat black rabbit over here”. It would have been a complete turn off if any other guy had said that to me, but Mike’s deep southern tone made it sound, somehow, sweet and sexy. I obliged without any hesitation and situated myself in the riding position. Considering I had just fucked my boyfriend, I was surprised how my pussy resisted my attempts of inserting the gargantuan giant he called a penis. My pussy was flooding at the thought of Mike being too much for me to handle; consequently, his penis became engorged which caused my pussy muscles to tighten midway down his dick. Mike noticing the tight-spot I was in, decided to assist me. He patiently but progressively maneuvered all 11 inches into my expanding hole as he licked and sucked the lingering banana pudding off my protruding nipples while sympathetically but seductively asking, “You alright? You want me to stop?” I wanted to say “Are you kidding? This feels great,” but all I could muster was a shake of the head. Wanting to reciprocate the sensations he was giving me, I would clinch my pussy muscles every time he’d thrust and pushed every time he pulled out. (Not only does this move get the guy going, but ladies it is also a great muscle tightening exercise) Mike was in paradise, as I rotated licking his lips, chest, and nipples while in my naughty school girl voice asking, “Can you make my fat black rabbit hop? HUH? Tell me you going to make this fat juicy rabbit hop.” Firmly gripping my ass, he repeatedly moaned “I’ll make it hop alright,” while giving long strong deep thrust to my confined cage setting my rowdy rabbit free.