Without comment he lowered his head, eyes leaving mine as they focused on my loins. I stared down at black fingers against the white cotton, then lower to where that huge cock still rose rigid from the open front of Brad's jeans. But then his face blocked my view and my attention was directed to the lips making contact with the cotton. I'd heard about this kiss, but had no idea how excruciatingly sweet it could be to have a mouth on your genitals. The next thing I knew fingers were pulling my panties to one side, followed instantly by soft, moist lips and tongue moving against my most sensitive flesh. I moaned again, reaching out to grasp Brad's head. The tight curls surprised me, but only for a moment. All my attention was now riveted to the touch of tongue slithering through moist folds of flesh. When the tongue finally made contact with my swollen clitoris I exploded! I knew the shriek that filled the room belonged to me, but for the life of me I was unaware of making the sound. My body heaved off the sofa, but the lips and tongue remained fixed to my exposed pussy. I came again with only slightly less power.

My body felt suddenly spent and I sunk into the cushions as Brad lifted his face to show me his full lips smeared with juices from my body and his mouth. In a slow, lascivious movement he moved his tongue around his lips, the glistening pink slab promising more pleasure to come. But then he was unfolding his long body from the floor. I lay collapsed on the sofa peering up at him as he stripped off his jeans and underpants. I knew he would want reciprocation, that the long, thick cock rising from his muscled belly was ready from service.

I knew what he wanted. I'd seen hardcore videos my father thought he'd hidden. I'd been waiting to taste a boy's cock in my mouth, but I'd never dreamed it would be anything like this! I stared at the thing as he stood in front of me. I could feel his eyes staring down at me and knew I had to do something. I pushed myself off the cushions, telling myself that it would all be okay. I'd seen Lisa sucking Matt's cock. I could do that. I slid off the edge of the sofa and onto the floor. Brad turned to face me, his cock only inches from my face. I stared at the monstrous thing that had so captivated my imagination from the moment I'd first seen it emerge from the front of his jeans. I leaned closer, tongue extending tentatively.

Oh my god! The skin is like silk against my tongue. I knew in that moment that I was lost, that what I'd witnessed in Lisa's eyes as she worshipped Matt's beautiful black cock was happening for me as well. I closed my eyes, tongue beginning to explore as I kissed the bulging crown and then allowed it to slip between my lips. It was like a huge popsicle, my own living, black popsicle that I could suck on all night long! I groaned at the thought, the juices flowing once again between my thighs. I'd died and gone to heaven!

In truth, heaven arrived some minutes later as I spread my legs to accept the black stud offering the glistening tip of his cock. To my great relief Brad was gentle with me that night, easing the spongy crown between the saliva smeared lips of my pussy. Inch, by inexorable inch it slid deeper. I lay there wide-eyed peering up at those coal black eyes staring down at me, my body completely open to this stranger. The pain lasted only an instant but the pressure continued as Brad's cock slid to the depths of my being. I don't know how long we lay like that, but I eventually had to move my hips, to lift myself toward my lover. Before long I was throwing myself at him, impaled on that rigid cock. Fingers cradled my bottom, lifting me to meet each powerful thrust. Time and space melted for me. Everything in that room disappeared except that cock, that monstrous cock that seemed to be splitting my slender body apart. And eventually it did come apart as an explosive orgasm overwhelmed my senses.

Collapsing against the cushions the thought crossed my mind that this kind of sex could be addictive. Oh my god, what a way to go!