The Down Side of Up: Mariya's Mom

Sometimes we encounter the wrong person in our lives just so we can meet the right person. Right from the start, I didn't get along with Mariya. She was petty, condescending and snarky as fuck. I saw right through her conniving ways and never dropped my guard around her. As far as I was concerned, she was a ball busting bitch looking for a free lunch. As for me, I was just trying to make some extra paper while in grad school. Scholarships only go so far. We both worked at a small hippie dip clothing and paraphernalia shop in Knoxville, Tennessee. Mariya was in tight with the boss, Jeff. Which meant I had to play nice with her even when I didn't want to. Although Jeff never admitted it, all of us employees knew he was banging Mariya and cheating on his loving and devoted wife Lauren. I'll be the first to admit, I didn't blame Jeff. Stepping out on his wife to fuck Mariya, the string bean with tits and ass was definitely wrong...but she was such an easy lay for him, for just about anyone. She couldn't have been working at Turtle's more than a month before the rumors started circulating. Like how she got caught banging some dude on a dryer in the warehouse of another store in our shopping mall. I got a good laugh out of that one. Just so you know, I still believed she had every right to fuck whoever she wanted...I just hated the entitled bitch, "my shit don't stink" attitude she always wore. I was a bit on the athletic side but broke most of the time. Yea, I was that guy, always trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. This meant I was good for a quick fuck but that's about all in Mariya's self centered eyes. "A jock's a cock.", I once overheard her state while talking about me behind my back to one of our coworkers. I did think about boning her a couple times after hearing this, but it was just a passing thought. It would have been all too easy for me to get between Mariya's legs and become another notch on her bed post if that's what I'd really wanted to become.

Any-hoot, this story isn't about Mariya or Jeff. It's not even about Jeff's hoodwinked wife, Lauren. It's about Regina, Mariya's Mom. You see, Mariya's Mom had Mariya at a young age so instead of looking like her mother, she more closely resembled an older sister. Regina was self-employed, an entrepreneur, a hustler of all sorts. She was a bank teller twice a week, a waitress at a downtown restaurant on the weekends and dabbled in writing erotic romance pieces for a cheap tabloid magazine. I'd overheard Mariya bragging about some small fortune her mom made off a couple of short stories. Mariya and I were much closer in age, but that's where the similarities ended. My preference was for older, mature women and her mom's late 30's early 40 something body wet my appetite in ways I just couldn't ignore. I thought she was more than just a little attractive. At least more so than her whining, conniving daughter. Regina's rump always looked plump and juicy. She had a couple pairs of designer jeans that when worn, you could see the curve of her delicious derriere all the way to her scrumptious peach. They just rolled over the back of her bubble and right up the crack of her ass. Yep...a grade-A, bonafide "sista" booty. There were days where she graced us with her presence wearing brightly colored sundresses or tight mini skirts that showed off her long shapely legs. I loved how the mall lighting would shine through the back of the thin cotton fabric of her dresses just right and put her camel toe on parade for the world to see. Regina sport a tantalizing rack to boot. It being the South and warm most days, she never wore a bra so her big kidney bean nipples always showed through her tops. It was a special treat if it happened to rain a little on the day of her visit. All I'll say is that her 34DD cleavage looked like a flotation device. Sexy goods aside, she was about 5'7", well built weighing around 110lbs with mocha colored skin. She had long curly black hair that she straightened on occasion. I would get lost looking into her amber brown eyes. She always smelled of soft floral perfumes like honeysuckle or lilac. Regina paid us a visit at least once a week to take her daughter to lunch even though Mariya still lived at home. I guess the rest of the week Mariya was too busy eating tube steak in Jeff's van or riding the spin cycle on a Whirlpool somewhere in the mall. Didn't matter to me in the slightest. What did matter to me was seeing Mariya's Mom, Regina every week...even if only for a short time. 

You see, being a man that could appreciate the charm and experience of a mature woman. I always struck up a conversation with Regina about the latest savory snack cooking where she worked. While she described the menu my thoughts drifted to what was even better dining between her legs. If I had an idea to share for a story she could chew on, I'd picture her chewing on my knob. Regina was quite receptive to the risqué, tongue in cheek suggestions I offered. Of course she always recommended I read her stuff too, but I'd tease her about her articles being for lonely old women with dusty old biscuits. She'd laugh and tell me about a few of her more extroverted characters. Sometimes it would be how they got down in a hot tub, a conference room or a grocery store parking lot. Other times they'd show their kinkier wild side in a threesome or a gang bang. She'd always ask the same question, "Now...does that sound like a dusty old biscuit to you?" To which I'd always answer, "Looks can be deceiving. I should probably study the evidence a bit more closely. You know...pay attention to the intimate details." We'd lock eyes and share an uncomfortable moment of silence. This happened more times than it should have. It was like we were both waiting on the other to make a move. I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her on the store counter, but I feared rejection if she was a tease or just the flirty-friendly type, and to say the least...getting shit canned. It was a cush gig and allowed for a flexible class schedule. That's why I worked at Turtle's, plus Jeff had deep pockets and paid us well. Turtle's was the premiere "cool" place to shop if you were any kind of self respecting hippie in those days. So I'd get paid for selling a bunch of t-shirts, posters, and incense. Bonus points earned while flirting with Mariya's MILF mom whenever I could and then off to lunch they'd go. Although I intently watched the pair leave together each time, Regina never looked back my way. It was probably for the best, since I'd leer at her fine big bottom until they were well out of sight.

We played this game of cat and mouse far longer than I should have allowed before I worked up the nerve to ask her out...more like to make a move on her. I'd thought about Regina for a whole weekend and contemplated the best way to step to her. I got jack-shit accomplished otherwise. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me, at least I hoped she did. Shit man, she gave me all the signs, but I needed to be sure. I was just a few years older than Mariya and a good 10 years younger than her mom, which put me right smack-dab in the middle of getting nowhere fast if I wasn't careful. Then came the day neither of us would ever forget. Regina walked into Turtle's on a typical hot as fuck, glad we got AC Thursday afternoon. On this particular day she chose to wear a powder blue floral patterned summer dress that split at an angle down the front and cinched around her middle with a thin cotton belt. The frilly open armpitted sleeves gave her room to breathe and move about freely. Her cleavage spilled from the low cut top in a power surge of buxom bosom. To say she looked marvelous would be selling her short. To say she made my cock kick twice in my pants would be about spot on. I politely greeted her, " Hi Regina, always a pleasure to see you." She replied back, "Hi Den, how are you?" "I'm good...better now that you're here." "Oh...and why's that?", she questioned with her usual bright kittenish smile. "I'll let Mariya know you're here..." I let the question hang as I stepped closer to Regina then nimbly skirted around her as if on my way to the back of the store where Mariya was busy doing nothing. Regina followed my motion to her left in a half circle. I'd stopped well within her comfort zone at her side. I think she was a bit surprised by my closeness and the sudden disclosure to depart from her company. On most visits, she got a good 10-15 minutes of flirty banter before I'd take leave to find her daughter. I closed my eyes and leaned into her neck area. I was close enough for a long curl of her hair to brush against my cheek. I exaggerated the gesture of inhaling Regina's fragrant scent and paused as if in deep thought before making my play. "You know Regina...you always smell so sweet...I don't know if it's your perfume, your hair or just...just your natural essence. Whatever it is...please don't stop...you wear it so well.", I said, locking eyes with her as I let the fingertips of my left hand paint a grazing motion down the inside of her left forearm to her wrist. I applied no real pressure, but held her hand as if searching for her pulse where her palm met her wrist. My index finger skimmed over her lifeline and the meaty pad beneath her thumb. "I have a question for you, Regina. Have you ever had an encounter like the ones you write about?", I asked with a warm smile and paused. I let my eyes travel the full length of her enticing body from her thick glamorous eyelashes to her soft sandaled feet. "I'll gladly count the spokes on your wheel. Would you like that, Regina?" Her lips part ready to reveal the thinly veiled truth hidden for so long behind a curtain made of tall tales of sensual erotica...tales that were more like dreams of her innermost secret sexual desires. A vapor of thought crossed her lips, "I wou..." Then in that zenith of discovery and disclosure I put the cork back in the bottle. "I'll be right back.", I said and was off to find Pariah, I mean Mariya. Regina's pupils focused to pinpoint awareness and attentiveness. I felt her fingers attempt to weave into my own as I turned to walk away.

I didn't turn around at first, I didn't need to. I knew she was there... watching me. Just like all the times she'd walked off with her daughter, surely she felt my gaze upon her body...undressing her with my mind...fucking her in a yearning daydream. This time it was her turn to get all hot and bothered. I didn't leave her guessing as I'd been left so many times past. No, I wanted her to know my full level of interest. I took a glance back over my left shoulder before entering the back office. Sure enough, there was Regina staring right at me. I made sure to hesitate long enough to gaze upon her beauty. To stare brazenly far longer than socially acceptable. I offered a sly wink, lazily licked my top lip and disappeared into a back room. I let Mariya lead the way upon our return mere minutes later, but remained in close proximity. I wanted to appear aloof to the fire I'd ignited down in her mother's wooly patch. Mariya spoke as she approached Regina, "Hi, Mom. What are you in the mood...for?" Her words trailed off. Regina was visibly affected by something. "Mom, are you ok?", asked Mariya. "Ye-yea...yes, something just crossed my mind. I'm ok...Let's go.", she shakily replied and they headed for the front entranceway. I watched Regina like a jungle cat about to pounce. I followed picking up small nuances along the way. Like how she was now twiddling a lock of hair and slipping me sideways glances. There was nothing unusual about her stride. She glided along with the same svelte side to side hip motion I'd come to admire. Only this time I dropped my vision to thoroughly scan her sweet ass and bare legs. I made no effort to hide my roguish act. She used that strange sixth sense that women seem to have. The one that always tells them when they're being checked out. Her gate faltered a step as if she'd been tripped. Her nostrils flared animalistically. Something wild had stirred inside her. I noticed upon getting closer, minute beads of perspiration covered her upper chest. This in itself was nothing considering our Southern locale. It was the complimentary goosebumps that had emerged in the same area that got my attention. Not to mention her olive sized nipples surfacing through her dress. This time the two walked off and got about 35 yards from where I was standing when Regina cold stopped to look behind herself. She looked back as if desperately searching for someone in a crowd. She easily found me staring right back at her. I was smiling and sending a randy mental invitation full of lascivious desire to fuck her into the next week. Regina's face lit up, flush with blushing color. She tossed a thin impish smile back in my direction. I leisurely nodded my head in knowing. There would be no more uncomfortable silence or hidden innuendos. Regina was fully aware and embracing the same lewd thoughts I was having. We were going to get our swerve on today.

By the time Regina and Mariya returned from a record short lunch, I had already spoken to Jeff about taking the rest of the day off to study...for an anatomy exam as I had explained. I was standing next to the entryway with my book bag slung over my shoulder offering up my gratitude. "Thanks, Jeff. I really appreciate the time off. There's a lot of physical features I need to go over today." I couldn't have asked for better timing since I was really just stalling. I was speaking to Jeff, but my words were meant for one of the two figures that appeared behind me as Jeff and I spoke. I could see Regina in the big fisheye lens above the register. I was sure she heard me and had to know I was ditching work to be with her. "Why's HE get to leave?", bellyached Mariya. I rolled my eyes but didn't dignify a response. Jeff imparted my plans with his executive decision. "Den's got an exam to get ready for...so I'm letting him leave early. Don't worry, I won't work you too hard while he's gone.", said Jeff with a playful grin which kinda said it all. [Don't worry, Mariya. You're gonna get some dick too. Before closing time one or both sets of your lips are gonna be wrapped around Jeff's chubby.], I thought to myself. I tilted my head towards the exit and slipped a hint of a glance at Regina. She picked up on it right away. "Well, baby...I better get going too. I got a lot of work to do this afternoon. I might be busy most of the evening. So don't bother waking me when you get home tonight, Ri-Ri. Bye Jeff. Good luck with your test, Den.", she said, trying hard not to appear suspicious. "Ok, mom. I don't get off until 9 anyway. Talk to you later. Love you, bye.", replied Mariya. I took their parting as an opportunity to seal the deal. "Thanks again, Jeff...see ya next week. Hey Regina, why don't I walk you to your car. Let me carry those shopping bags for you...they look kinda heavy.", I suggested positioning my book bag on my back and making our departure look innocent. "Why, thank you Den. That's kind of you...such a gentleman.They are a little cumbersome.", she acknowledged and we were on our way. We didn't speak the entire way to the exit. We just kept lobing smiles at each other like a couple on a nervous first date. Soon as we hit the doors everything changed. A deluge of raunchy, sexually indiscriminate jesting ensued. Holding Regina's packages in one hand I reached for her waistline with my right. It swept over her alluring saddle and came to rest on her curvaceous hips. "You know I've been waiting a long time for this day.", I said and rubbed her posterior in small friction laden circles. I could feel the spongy soft clefts of her butt cheeks and the speed bump elastic band of her panties each time my fingers ran over her cloth covered rear end. Her cheeky reply to my mischievous misconduct was perfectly played, "So tell me, Den. What if I'm not worth the wait. What are you going to do if you find out I have a dried up, dusty old biscuit? Will you change your mind about this...about me?" We'd barely cleared the first three rows of parked cars, but I felt the need to make my answer perfectly clear. I stopped to think before communicating my take on current events...my understanding of what was to happen...and how it would happen. I took her by her left hand with my free right. I looked at her palm and caressed its smooth soft surface. Then I spoke up, "Regina...I waited until today to hit on you...to try to get close to you...to get with you, because I thought you might shoot me down." I paused again as we studied each other. "I know we flirt and play around like we got somethin' goin' on, but I know better than to take for granted a woman's experience. A real woman, that is. You got it going on...because you're a real woman I wasn't about to step to you like some B-movie buster." She was about to say something when I placed a finger to her plump glossy lip and continued, "Shhh, listen. You're worth the wait and I'm pretty damn sure you're not some dried up, dusty old biscuit." I laughed, and so did she. "See, you know that's some bullshit...and Regina even if it were true...I'd go down on you until my jaws ached and you gushed like a fountain." She blushed and I concluded with, "Which incidentally I plan on doing anyway...just look at you... you're beautiful. I bet your biscuit tastes like a honeybun." This bit of flattery doused in humor sealed the deal. I leaned into her neck and planted a feather light kiss on her jugular. I let my lips rest there momentarily and felt her pulse. When I withdrew, I glanced at her heaving cleavage. The swell of her breast was painted in fresh goosebumps. I dropped her bags carefully to the asphalt surface and took her in my arms. Her lips part inviting me in for a long, sweet kiss. Her hands rested on my broad chest and mine worked their way down to her bubble where I knead and squeezed her bunns to our mutual delight and pleasure.

I traced the back of her dress above her thighs to the resting place of her soon to be smashed snapper with the tip of my fingers. Here, I gave Regina a lifting, strong handclasp. I wanted her to feel the force and energy I had to dispense. She let slip a giddy, "Oh my, tee-hee. Mmm-hmm...OH MY!!", then started grinding her box through her dress against my rising cock. My tool grew in her grasp as she fondled and pawed at my wood. I slipped my tongue into her mouth discovering that she tastes like grape bubble gum. I was totally down for whatever came next. Regina placed one hand on the contoured surface of my bulging shaft and let out a gasp. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to. I was thinking the same thing. She dipped her other slender hand past the slit in front of her dress and bit down on her lip before finally divulging her not so secret, secret. She withdrew her digits from her undies to show me a gleaming pair of wet fingers. "Oh my God, Den. I'm so fucking wet, Mmm...You did this.", she said gawking hungrily back and forth between my eyes and my swollen tool she now found so interesting. "Still think you have a dusty biscuit, Regina?", I teased. She shook her head emphatically, "NO" and wrapped her arms around my neck for another passionate kiss before we resumed our exit. We finally reached what I thought was her vehicle since she stood next to the driver's side door. I went for the door handle to a Toyota Camry when she stopped me. "Really, Den. What are you doing?", she asked with an extremely puzzled look hanging from sullen brows. "What...don't tell me you're one of those feminist that doesn't like it when a man shows a little chivalry?", I quickly charged. To which she returned, "Oh-no-no-no. I absolutely love it when a man shows manners. It's just...that's not my car...this is.", she said, handing me the keys and gesturing her hands like a game show hostess. One row over and a car behind I found her auto...a classic 1968 Deuce and a Quarter. It was painted deep purple with a black ragtop. That's my whip...wanna drive?" I took the keys, opened the passenger door and watched her climb in. She made sure to hike her dress up high on her thighs. High enough for me to get a really good look at the black lace squirrel covers she had on. Regina crossed her legs and dipped her strappy wedge heeled sandals up and down. Her legs looked shiny, warm and inviting. "See somethin' you like there, Boo?", she joked. We both laughed at her redundant question. Then I put everything right out on front-street. I said, "Well Ma'am, I've been told by a few that I carry myself like a man with manners...a gentleman if you like...but make no mistake. I ain't never been called no boy scout. I'm gonna tear your phine as up...Umph-Umph-Umph. I bet I could get a sugar buzz from sipping your bathwater." She broke into a loud belly laugh. She shook her head in mild disbelief at my provocatively indiscriminate comment and turned on the radio, adding one last remark to our saucy exchange, "Den, you're such a bad boy. Head towards the Tennessee River, I'll let you know when to turn off...then it'll be my turn to get YOU off.", and sat back ready to ride and be ridden. I hopped in, fired up the engine and we cruised out of the parking lot listening to some old school R&B.

We were probably a quarter mile from the West Town Mall heading East on U.S.70 when I asked if I could put the roof down. "Yes, please. Maybe a cool breeze will help cool my kitty down.", she said, lifting and fanning the hem of her dress as if it would cause a gust of wind to stir. I chuckled, adding, "Honey...if you're even half as excited as I am right now, it's going to take nothing short of a screaming orgasm to put that fire out...and I ain't talkin' bout no drink." She smiled, as the top rolled into its hiding place. We were heading in the direction of U.S.11 when I came up with an incredibly naughty thought. It could be dangerous, but exhilarating all in the same breath. I placed my hand on Regina's left leg and massaged her inner thigh as I made my plea, "So tell me Regina, any of your characters ever give head while driving?" She looked at me as if trying to recall, then answered, "No, as a matter of fact, I've never wrote anything quite like that.", then shifted in her seat towards me. I slipped my hand under the edge of her undies and touched a wet spot on the cloth inset of her panties. It had been collecting her dewy droplets long enough to saturate the cotton gusset of her underwear. Regina purred when my index finger teased her vulva into blooming. Her outer labia gave way readily to the insertion of my middle finger. It slipped right past her scruffy coils of pubic hair and inside her steamy wet pussy triggering her to thrust her hips forwards to meet its arrival. She chuffed and clawed at the leather armrest of her antique automobile. I knew I was only teasing her...getting her ready for what was to come, (no pun intended). I removed my digit from her sugar bowl and zestfully sucked the warm sap from her box off of it. She gave me a please don't stop moan and beckoned me to continue by parting her legs wider. I smiled, revealing my promiscuous plot, "I have a better idea. Let's give your readers somethin' to talk about...somethin' real." With that, I eased off the gas pedal and unzipped my fly. I pulled my throbbing tool out and propositioned Regina, "How about you suck my meatsicle for a while, baby." I guess it came out more like a directive than a request. Regina looked ahead at the empty road in front of us and glanced at her side mirror. I was casually listening to my man, J.B. breaking it down over the airwaves with, "Papa Don't Take No Mess. [CLICK], went her seatbelt. An impish twinkle sparkled in her eyes as a scampish grin stole across her face. "Should I call you, Papi...Den? Aye Papi, lo quiero muy malo, ((Yes, Papi, I want it so bad.)) Mmmm, I think I'm gonna like this.", she lauded and lowered her head to my lap. She pushed her thick hair to one side and took my cock into her moist welcoming mouth. I clutched a handful of her long dark hair and bounced her face up and down on my rod. [Gluulp-Gluulp-Gluulp], went her pursed lips around my bullhead and shaft. ", baby. That's my girl...suck that dick. Suck Papi's dick.", I instructed as I groped a velvety soft breast, [Gluulp-Gluulp-Gluulp], Regina was getting into it and started tugging hard on my cock with her left hand while she teased the sensitive skin just below my helmet with her tongue. I watched her right hand disappear up her dress and between her legs. I continued to squeeze and fondle her tits trading one for the other and back again. [Gluulp-Gluulp-Gluulp]. When she finally came up for air she expressed herself, "Oh my God!! I'm so fucking wet. Feel my nipples...they're so hard!! Turn off on North Shore Dr., we're almost home...mmm, I can't wait to feel your cock inside me. Mmm-hmm." She was right, her nipples looked like a pair of martini olives and were hard enough to put an eye out. We cruised down U.S.11 with my junk exploring Regina's throat. Only once did another vehicle get close enough to see the debaucherous scene unfolding in the front seat. It was a long haul trucker who had snuck up beside us while the radio blasted away. Fuck man, someone could have launched a rocket next to us. All I heard was the sound of Regina's lips smacking away on my Johnson. The trucker must have got a good eye full and hit his air horn. The damn [Awooga!!] sound scared the shit out of me. I was glad and extremely fortunate it didn't have the same effect on Regina. She let my dick slip from her mouth and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. She actually smiled at the trucker, waved a quick toodles and resumed her masterfull phallic stimulation. The trucker hit his horn again and kept pace with us down the road up until our exit.

By the time we hit the North Shore Dr. turnoff we were both fit to bust. I drove down a long gravel driveway with one solitary thought in mind. [Fuck her, Den. Fuck her like she ain't never been fucked before.] The Deuce came to a slow stop in the driveway of Regina's two story A-frame. We locked lips as soon as we exited her car. Funny how the dick gets to make choices we'd otherwise never opt for. Regina looked towards the drop top convertible and the shopping bags in the backseat. I was quick to dismiss their presence with, "Fuck it, Regina. We'll get them later.", and lift her off her feet. She lost one sandal getting to the entrance. Again I ignored common sense and declared, "Don't bother, you're not gonna need that either." We burst through her downstairs door and started undressing each other. The whole time we caressed, fondled and kissed we made lustful sounds prophesying the randy nature of our aspirations. With minimal effort, she pulled her dress down her middle and twisted past the elastic waistband. I rendered a complimentary tug at her hips and watched the garment slide down Regina's dark caramel tinted legs. It settled around her ankles and bare feet. We found ourselves standing in Regina's living room with nothing on except her in her embroidered black lacy panties and me in my socks and a pair of boxer briefs with my bullhead spilling precum in front of my navel. Regina's cleavage was breathtaking. She carried her 34DD cups high on her chest. They looked like they had never been marked by the veiny spiderweb left over after pregnancy. I cupped and groped one in my left hand while licking and sucking the pert nipple of the other. I slurped her rising button into my mouth and kissed the meaty underside of her breast as I eased my free hand behind her back to fondle the cleft of her left cheek. True to the nature of a mature woman's experience, Regina saw my randy excitement and brought us...me under semi control with a laughable confession. "Well, that was a new record. I don't think I've ever had my clothes ripped off this fast.", she stated. I was kinda glad she said so. It put things back into perspective for me. Oh hells yes, I fully planned on fucking the breaks off of her phine ass, but I needed to take my time...that is if I ever wanted to splash in her pool again. And just looking at her in the late afternoon light that filled the living room, I knew I did...so I slowed my roll. I took her gently by her fingertips and held them at her curvaceous hips. She looked like a model and I made it my mission to make her feel like one too. Even if it were to be an adult entertainment model, I would bring romance and real passion to our tryst.

It was time for my confession, lewd and hedonistic as it may have been, it was at least the truth. "Wait...let me look at you, Regina...you'll have to forgive my enthusiasm. It's just that...well, it's just that you're so damn mouthwatering. You're beautiful. I can't help but want to get with you...be inside you...who the hell am I kiddin'...Regina, I want to fuck you till your toes curl. I want to hear you call out my name, and I won't stop, I won't stop until I taste the cream of your satisfaction on your lips. Both sets, above and especially below." Regina's nipples puffed and poked outwards, the little bumps that surrounded and covered her areola joined the party. Once again, I bowed to her breast and sucked a gumdrop sized nipple into my mouth, it was twice as sweet. I rolled my tongue around her areola and gave a tender squeeze to the meaty tit it centered. Regina placed her hand on the back of my head and stroked my head as only a lover can do so. "Honey, you don't need to hold back with me. I've been wanting this to happen just as much as you have.", she said in a hushed soothing whisper. I continued to suckle her tit, adding a gentle massage to her pussy through her undies. The silky material was damp. I couldn't wait to lick the nectar from the petals of her flower. I lifted Regina off the floor and looked at her with admiring eyes. I had only one question and we both already knew the answer to it, "Are you ready for me, baby? I know I'm ready for you." She rubbed my chest, tweaked my nipple and answered with a simple nod as she pointed to the stairs. I carried her in my strong arms up the single flight of steps, down the hall and into her bedroom. We walked through the open door to our adult playpen. Her king-sized bed and numerous pillows would do us just fine. I lay Regina gingerly across her mattress top like she was a priceless work of art. Afterall, she was descended from Kings and Queens, a refined, mature, strong black woman of impeccable taste. A woman, I found more than just a little attractive. A woman, who in the immediate near future would feel my balls bashing against her clit. For me, Regina was a priceless gem in every sense of the word...and I would treat her as such. Regina rolled onto her stomach, spread and kicked her legs up and down playfully...teasingly. From where I sat, I could see this wasn't going to last long. Even through black, her panties had an even darker wet stain covering them from the crease of her bunns to the sweet spot between her legs. I gave a tender push to her hip and gently guided her back onto her tailend. She beckoned me to come closer with open arms. I positioned myself between her legs and we wasted no time crashing our genitals into each other. I seized her hands, lifting them over her head and dispensed an unhurried grinding dry hump. In the muted bedroom light Regina's eyes took on a chestnut hue. The way they rested half open, half closed spoke volumes to her level of excitement. Her lips part and in whisper she sighed, " Mmm, I want you so bad. Don't make me beg, Papi...mmm." My answer to her plea was first a gentle love bite on the side of her neck. I  then whispered in her ear, "Yes, Regina...I want you too. More than you can imagine." I released her wrist and began rubbing her pussy through her cream coated panties. Her feet skimmed up and down the back of my powerful legs. I kissed her soft warm neck and embarked on a journey of intimate discovery.

I planted light puckered kisses from her shoulders to her breast. Here I remained to suckle and lick around her swollen nipples offering each equal affection. While I played with her mounds, I inserted my fingers inside her sopping wet pussy and tapped a stimulating rhythm on her shimmering pearl. Regina was beside herself twisting and turning as my digits probed the silky warm lining of her box. I worked my way down to her stomach and innie belly button. She giggled from the sudden but well received trespass of my tongue as it sloshed around in her navel. My face dropped to the elastic waistband of her undies.  I painted her froghair covered lower stomach in light feathery kisses. Regina cupped and kneaded the back of my neck, lifting her pussy up inviting me to continue on my quest. The summons of her seductive scent and the heat rising from between her thighs would be all I needed to commit myself to the carnal delight she presented. I kissed Regina's outer labia through her panties then pulled them to the side where I dragged my tongue up and down her inner labia. Her lips part like a blossoming flower to reveal the dinner bell above them. And lucky for me I was in just the right position to ring it. I pulled her panties further to the side so I could have full access to her plump vulva and swollen clit. I ravenously sucked her bead into my mouth. Her feet skated unsteadily up and down the silk sheets beneath them. Regina moaned as she drew my face into her juice coated passion fruit. "Oh my God, Yes!! That feels so good!! Mmm...Oh yes, Yes, YES!!", she wailed as my tongue beat a musical cadence upon her quivering clit. I pushed Regina's legs further apart and fingered her slippery wet pussy. "Tell me who's pussy is this, Regina?", I coerced from both sets of her trembling lips. Above, Regina had closed her eyes and mouth the words, "Your pussy, Papi, your pussy, mmm." and below her crimson butterfly winged inner labia fluttered ready to take flight. I bit into the elastic band of her lacy Pradas to drag them down her legs, over her ankles and off of her feet with minimal hands on assistance. She raised her rump just enough for her undies to clear it and fell back to the mattress. She was well within the early throws of an orgasm. I tossed the sticky damp garment to the side and buried my face between Renina's legs again. She let out a loud gasp and shot forward. I'd gone straight for her clit, fingered and stroked the roof of her pussy. Her legs rested on my lower back and shoulders as her heels carved a trail up the middle. It was like music to my ears when she arched her feet and the knuckles in her pedis cracked. The groaning sounds she made while I gnawed on her bead made it all so worthwhile and rewarding. I rose from my ambrosial feast, readying myself to mount Regina. Her head lolled side to side as my bullhead split her inner labia. My cock entered her pussy as if carried on an ocean flood tide. Regina was creamy and smooth through and through. My shaft dipped to the bottom of her well and she let out a coarse bellowing wail. She clutched my upper body tightly as my cock hit the basement of her pussy over and over. "Mmm, oh fuck yes. That's it, yes. Go deep. Scratch that itch.", she moaned. I raised one of Regina's ankles to my shoulder and granted her wish. [splooosh-splooosh-shplooosh], went my tool as it mined Regina's vaginal tunnel for hidden treasure. [splooosh-splooosh-shplooosh] I could feel my golf ball of a helmet bouncing off of Regina's cervix, [splooosh-splooosh-shplooosh], and so could she. I held her left foot out to the side and gazed upon its wrinkled sole. It was a thing of beauty to me. The way her toes curled and wiggled. The arch of her foot and instep. I felt the moisture on her heel and pads. I wanted to embrace my fetishal side but managed to calm my innermost cravings and refrained. I told myself, [Not on the first time with her.] Nevertheless, I was sprung and she unknowingly felt the throbbing effect of the primal fantasy set in motion. She remarked, "Oh my God, Den!! You're so hard!! Yes, pound my pussy with that big dick.", and lay back for me to bring her request to fruition. I, on the other hand, remained silent and kept pumping her pussy with all I had. Regina had no idea that it was the sugary scent of the pheromones leaking from her oh-so appetizing pedis that had me so amped up. I would have punched a 10 penny nail through an Oak tree with my hammer for a sample of her salty digits. The slightest morsel of her ambrosial laced delicacy would have sufficed. Instead of letting on just yet, I released her ankle and nestled into her neck area where she held me all the tighter. Out of the blue she bit down on my left shoulder. I felt her teeth pierce my flesh, but the way she trembled in my arms made it alright somehow. "Oh my God, Den...that's a huge cock...mmm.", she purred into my ear as we embraced. I thought to myself, [Just you wait till next time.] My cock thrummed with excitement and the notion of noshing on her toes the next time we'd have sex.

Our rakish revelry continued well into the night long after the sun had set. There was a full moon forecast on this night and I was feeling my oats. Ask anyone that has ever worked in a hospital about full moons and watch them shudder. Likewise for me, the craziest shit seems to happen to me during full moons. This night would be no different. Regina had spilled her buttery vaginal secretions from multiple orgasms all over the  sheets and drowned my tool in her juice. I blew at least two loads inside her tight wet pussy and one in her mouth while we 69. I was riding her rump doggy style when I felt the urge to cum again. Regina had buried her face in a pillow and was screaming into it to muffle her cries of ecstasy. To make things more interesting I tossed in a couple of quick slaps to her magnificent derriere. "Fuck me, shit!! Regina...I'm gonna cum again!!", I warned. "Do it, Den. I want you to give me all you got. Cum for me, baby.", she cheered, but first things first...I let loose a thundering slap to her right butt cheek, [SSMMAACCKKLLEE!!] Regina lurched forward, almost falling over. "That's it, Den. Make it yours!! Mmm, make my puss...", she started to say but was cut short by another slap to her left cheek this time. [SSMMAACCKKLLEE!!] It was time for me to unload. I grabbed handfuls of hair from either side of Regina's head and gave her all I had to give,  "YES!! THAT'S IT!! FUCK YES!!", she wailed. . "MMMM, HIT IT!! HIT IT!! HIT IT!! HIT IT!!", she growled over until finally, [SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET]. I erupted inside Regina's pussy from behind. "Oh my! That's really hot cum, Den.", she said. I didn't hear her as I was still cumming. [SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET-SKEET]. The second wave was numbing and I collapsed beside her. We lay there, snuggling and breathing like we had just ran a marathon. Her arms draped across my chest and her legs found comfort over the tops of my own. I don't know if she was trying to prevent me from leaving, but I couldn't have even if I'd wanted to.

When our breathing returned to normal we lay there cuddling side by side and sharing some romantic pillow talk. She claimed that she'd never been fucked like I had just fucked her...I thought it was BS, but let it slide anyway. I complimented her on how beautiful she was, how sweet her pussy tasted and of course how good it felt wrapped around my cock, which actually was the truth. This tender moment lasted a good 20 mins before I said I needed to get a drink. "Are you hungry? Would you like for me to fix you something to eat?", she offered. "No thanks.", I replied as I rolled over and on top of her. I used my knees to pry Regina's legs open and planted myself between them. Jokingly I added, "The only thing I'm hungry for is right in front of me." I gave Regina an ardent kiss. She accepted and ground her box against my loins. I didn't think I could, but my cock got hard again and we got in a hard, hot and sticky quicky before I splashed more nut inside her already frothy pussy. I rolled off of Regina and said, "Now I'm really thirsty." She just laughed adding, "You know where the kitchen is. Help yourself.", and rolled onto her stomach. I climbed out of the bed and gave her big booty one more fun-loving smack and a big wet zerbert on her right bun just because it was there and I knew it might make her giggle. Which it did. I whistled a weak facsimile of "Return of the Mack" on my way to the kitchen. If I'd known what would transpire next I might have at least wrapped a towel around my naked ass instead of letting it all hang out. I also didn't bother to turn the lights on and opened the refrigerator door. I bent to grab a pair of water bottles from the bottom shelf. I was just about to close the door but caught something while looking at the lower shelves. There partially shrouded from the light were a pair of dark mocha feet planted on the other side of the door. I could tell they weren't Regina's by the toe rings adorning them. Three on one foot and two on the other. I kinda had a WTF moment. I turned and got a surprise like nothing I could have expected.

"Hi Den. Find what you're looking for?" It was Mariya greeting me in the dark. The incandescent lighting showed just enough to make out her face and shape...but something was off besides her shoes. I swung the door all the way open removing the darkness that obscured my vision. The light now revealed its true secret. Mariya was standing there indeed barefoot...and wearing nothing else but her birthday suit. She stepped around the door so I could get a look at her. I hate to admit it, but the little strumpet looked good...no, she looked fucking hot. I couldn't believe my ears when she spoke up. She said, "I'm not in the habit of doing my Moms men, but in your case I'm gonna make an exception. Wanna fuck me like you just fucked her? I've been home long enough to hear you two going at it. Man, I don't think I've ever heard her get that loud before. Anyways...now I'm all wet and need some thick black cock in me. You down for swinging that bat of yours and hitting this pussy too?"...

to be continued

Not Quite The End,
Den

The photos of the models are courtesy of the Internet and not to be mistaken for or confused with the individuals represented in the above narrative : D. Jackson and M. St Claire