Prologue

      When her hands began to gently caress my breast through my clothes, it was like electricity suddenly flowed through me. I gave no resistance when she attempted to remove my top. The more she touched and caressed me, the more I wanted her. Soon the movie that once occupied our attention was totally forgotten as we went about exploring each other’s half-naked bodies on the small couch. When she attempted to unbutton my pants, I stood up, deciding that it was time for this party to relocate. I stretched out my hand and she gladly accepted. I began to lead her to my bedroom.

      Standing in front of the bed, she began to kiss every exposed part on my body. I felt as though I was on fire. I wanted more—wanted to be stripped totally naked at that moment, give more of myself to her, feel her lips on every inch, hell every centimeter of my flesh. My hands found their way to the end of her dress and slowly I began to raise it over her head. Underneath she wore not a stitch of clothing. I was instantly wet and enthralled. Her body was pure perfection—the perfect, round mounds of her breasts, the large, dark areola and the matching, large, raisin-like nipples that stood hard and at attention, beckoning my mouth forward. I immediately latched on like a newborn baby experiencing the joy of nursing for the first time. I let my tongue travel the entire surface of her breast, taking in as much of her flesh that could fit inside my mouth. She began to pull away, and I resisted. I didn’t want this wonderful feeling to end.

      “Slow down, baby girl. Take it slow. We have all night to fill your cup with all you have been missing.”

      I stood still and let her take charge. She became the teacher, and me the more than willing student. I watched with fascination as she went about slowly removing my pants and my half-opened blouse, and then she began to softly caress my skin. My breathing quickened as my mind screamed for her to release me from my lace bra and panties so that she would have more of me to kiss, touch and caress. Soon we were both free of our clothing. Her skin was soft and supple as she rubbed her body against mine.

      “Lie down,” she instructed, and I followed her command without hesitation. I watched her as she walked over to my CD player that sat on my armoire located in the left corner of the room. She slowly and deliberately took her time checking out my CD collection. Once she finally decided on a CD, she slipped it inside the player. The sweet, sultry voice of Toni Braxton filled the room. I watched her body sashay as she came back towards me. I thought that her intent was to lie with me, but instead she stood at the foot of the bed and began to gently sway her body to the music. Her hands caressed her own flesh, touching places I had hoped to touch. I watched her body sway to the beat. Slowly she turned as she began to dance this sexy dance. She turned her back to me, and I watched her perfectly plump ass shaking and I was hypnotized. Her ass called to me like an ice cream cone on a very hot summer day, waiting and wanting to be licked.

      “Touch your pussy, baby,” she called out to me without turning around.

      As if in a trance I felt my hand traveling down the flat surface of my stomach and between my legs. I found myself rubbing my lower lips and feeling my hand immediately becoming wet from the juices that seeped out of my pussy and clung to my pussy hairs. I continued to watch as the sway of her back, hips, and ass continued to entice me. She turned around, her hands now on her breasts, tweaking her hardened nipples. That made my mouth water.

      “Slide your finger inside,” she commanded, and I followed her instruction. My pussy was so incredibly wet, and getting wetter as the seconds past.

      “Are you ready for my love, baby girl?” she asked as she caressed her body.

      “Yes,” I answered with all the urgency of a starving man being offered a plate full of food. I was so fucking hungry, and I wanted to eat every damn thing in sight. When she finally made her way over to me, she took my hand that was literally dripping with wetness, and she began sucking it all off. I rose up and began to kiss her face and all around her mouth, she was still busy drinking down my cum. She finally released my now clean, hand and I went about trying to taste my cum from her mouth. Our tongues played keep away until one won and began to suck the other’s fleshy organ.

      I was drunk from the smell of her sex. I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth, and was disappointed when she broke our connection and began to kiss my neck. She gently pushed me back, and for the longest five seconds she just stood there drinking in every inch of my body with her eyes. Everything she did I couldn’t get enough of. I was on fire as her lips began to caress my neck, moving down to my breasts. My nipples in her mouth had found the perfect home, and the suckling of her mouth on my body felt just right.

      I lay back, feeling her travel down to my most sensitive area, and when her tongue made connection with my clit, it was electrifying. She began by licking the outside of my pussy. The crease between my legs, and even my thigh received ample attention. I was surrounded in a blanket of euphoria. Her mouth found the center of my being and she gave it her undivided attention. She explored every nook and crevice of my pussy, leaving not even an inch unexplored. I lifted up my hips, pushing forward, not wanting her to have any trouble going anywhere she wanted. The orgasm that followed was so fucking unbelievable that I was scared I might have crushed her skull with my thighs. She finally pulled her face up and away from my burning inferno which was still spewing juices. Her mouth glistened with my essence as she came forward. Like a mother cat cleaning her young, I licked her face clean and enjoyed every moment of it.

      “Where do you keep your toys?” she asked.

      I reached over and pulled out the bottom drawer of my nightstand. In it was an array of sex toys. She reached down and selected a flesh-toned, flexible dildo.

      “I want to taste you,” I found myself saying to her.

      “Oh, baby girl, I have every intention of letting you eat till your heart is content, but first . . .” She took the dildo in her hand, reached down, and began to slide it along the length of her slit, all the while keeping eye contact with me. I watched as she slowly began to slide it up inside her pussy. Sitting in the center of the bed with both of her legs spread apart and touching both sides of the bed, she gave me a perfect view of the toy sliding in and out of her pussy. I reached over and began to caress her breasts, watching her hand movements.

      “Fuck me now, baby,” she said, releasing the toy and lying back with it still deeply embedded inside her love box.

      I reached down, grasped the dildo, and at first began to slowly slide it in and out of her cunt, watching the muscle open and close around the object.

      “Yes, baby girl, fuck your pussy. Fuck it, baby,” she called out in the throws of passion.

      Listening to her, I began to move faster and faster, in and out, watching as she gyrated her hips to match my beat. I didn’t want to ever stop fucking this woman. I continued to pound her over and over with that fake, hard penis until she reached her hand out, clutching both sides of the bed.

      “Yes, baby girl, oh God, fuck that pussy. This feels so good. Put your mouth on me now. Put. Your. Mouth. On. Me. Now!”

      I immediately bent down and began to drink her juices as they ran freely from her body. I was so thirsty, and there was never enough cum to fill me up. On and on I lapped at her pussy, commanding more juice to come forth. I stuck my middle finger inside her and wiggled it around her pussy walls, hoping to generate more of this delicious drink. Using my tongue, I slowly circled her clit, licking and tweaking it to an even stiffer peak. Taking that small love knob in my mouth, I began to suck ever so gently

      “Zaria, right there, baby, right there. Suck your pussy, baby. Suck it all up. Oh my fucking God!” my date chanted in a wild, low, deep, and almost animalistic tone.

      Never in a million years did I think that I had it in me to please a woman the way I was pleasing this woman, and the more she encouraged me, the more I wanted to please her. I shifted my body and began to lick that natural line that was like an arrow leading to her ass. I grabbed her ass, and with her help I raised her ass up off the bed and kept it resting in my hand so that I could continue to lick her even farther down. My mouth was on her ass, licking away. At times I tried to stick my tongue into her tiny, tight hole. Using my tongue, I stiffened it enough to enter her tight hole. I began to tongue fuck her asshole as she continued to rant and rave, bucking and thrashing her ass more and more into my face. I reached up while still tongue fucking her and began to finger fuck her pussy. In and out, over and over again went my tongue and finger, busily bringing this woman to multiple orgasms over and over again.

      “Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes, oh, baby, you do know how to treat this woman so right.”

      Suddenly I sat up in bed and found that my hands were dripping wet with cum, my cum. I had been fingering myself in my dream. And what a fucking dream that was. Who was this woman that climbed into my bed at night, into my head, and maybe into my heart? I had to admit that she seemed familiar to me, but my mind did not want to wrap around the possibility of me dreaming about some real person. I lay back, placed my hand between my legs, and continued to bring myself to my regular morning orgasm. What a dream that was!