Monica’s Freshman roommate was a black student from the inner city, from one of the most notorious inner cities of them all, Miami’s. Monica was actually quite glad when she learned this tough street chick would be her roommate. She grew up in a city herself, grew up poor in one of the old working class districts of Philadelphia, and always got along with those from other racial and ethnic groups. In New York, during the year she worked there as a model, trying to earn enough money to pay for the college education she knew her family could not afford, one of her roommates was black and another was Hispanic, and the three of them were the best of chums. Monica far preferred having a big city ethnic roommate than some very uptight, prudish small town white girl with a lot of prejudices and backward opinions.
Cheryl, her roommate, was a real cutie too, and the two of them made quite a pair when they went down to the cafeteria together or strutted across campus. Cheryl was a runner and had the sleek, firm, muscled body of an athlete. Just as Monica was on scholarship, so was Cheryl. But hers was an athletic scholarship. She was on the track team and was said to be one of the best young female sprinters in the country. And apart from that tight, athletic body of hers, she was quite a looker too, with gorgeous eyes and a big smile.
It had been a tough life for Cheryl. Her dad was serving a life term in prison. Her brother was in for another long stretch. And her mom alone had to raise Cheryl and her five brothers and sisters. That took its toll on Cheryl, she had told Monica, and when she was younger she’d spent plenty of time in juvenile detention. It seemed like she too might be headed for a bitter life of crime, like her father and her older brother, but a track coach in high school turned her around. And now she was beginning her Freshman year in college, already nationally known and widely hailed as an up-and-coming track sensation.
Monica was returning to her dorm room one Saturday night after going to see a movie by herself. But the film was a drag and so she left early. Cheryl’s boyfriend was in from out of town and Cheryl was supposed to be spending the night with him at his motel. So naturally Monica was quite surprised when she let herself into her room and saw that Cheryl and Andre were there. In fact they were in Cheryl’s bed, and the moment Cheryl heard her roommate walk in the door she popped her head up from beneath the sheets, the two of them now looking over at Monica, startled to see her.
“I thought you was at the movies?” Cheryl said.
“I went, but the movie sucked, so I split early,” Monica said. “And what about you? Didn’t you say you were spending the night at Andre’s motel?”
Monica had met Andre several times and they liked each other.
“Uh huh, but den a fire alarm went off over there and dey empty the place out, so we come back here’,” Cheryl explained.
Now Monica paid some attention to her roommate and her boyfriend, taking in that they were naked under those sheets and that Monica had walked in on them just as they were fooling around. She smiled a knowing smile at Cheryl and Andre.
“What were you doing under there when I walked in, you two? Something nasty?”
Monica was close and casual enough with Cheryl so that she could speak to her like that, teasing them. Cheryl smiled at Monica, and Andre had himself a big shit-eating grin on his face too.
“Nasty? I was just suckin’ Andre’s big ole dick, that’s all,” Cheryl said.
“Oh yeah, is Andre’s big ole dick really big?”
“What you call this?”
Cheryl pulled back the sheets, exposing the two of them totally naked. Fully erect, Andre’s dick suddenly came into view. Though Monica had certainly seen her share of well-endowed studs, but none had been hung quite like Andre over here was.
“Yeah, I’d call that big alright.”
“And he be thick too, huh?” Cheryl said, gripping it, showing Monica she could barely get her hand around the girth.
“A thick one like that can make a girl feel real good, I bet,” Monica said as Cheryl and Andre looked at each other and smiled. They sure liked the way Monica was reacting to them being in the room like this when Monica didn’t expect them to be there. A lot of babes get very uptight when they walk in on a girlfriend or some other woman fooling around with a guy. It makes them real nervous. Since Cheryl had always liked to fool around herself, she’d had her share of friends walk in on her making out or doing the nasty, and then acting all huffy and puffy about it. Cheryl’s sister Keisha was like that, getting all out of kilter the couple of times she walked in on Cheryl screwing a guy in their room back home.
But Monica sure wasn’t acting annoyed. In fact, she looked like she couldn’t have been happier about what she had walked into here.
So now Cheryl sensually fisted the massive pale brown shaft, looking right over at her roommate, sitting on her bed, watching closely.
“Min’ if I get back to business? You can watch, honey, if you feel like. Me and Andre, we wouldn’ min’ havin’ us an audience, would we, Andre?”
“Now, we wouldn’t. Monica and me, we get along just fine.”
“Sure, I’ll watch you two go at it,” Monica said, sitting down on her own bed, opposite Cheryl’s as Cheryl twisted her boyfriend’s big penis in her hand, Andre staring right over at Monica as he enjoyed the hand job his foxy girlfriend was giving him.
Though they were both black, the two of them were quite a contrast. Neither Cheryl nor Monica were very modest so they had no problem parading around in front of each other in the buff. And since they were roommates, hardly a day had gone by when they didn’t eye each other completely naked. So Monica had checked out that body of Cheryl’s plenty, never letting on to Cheryl that she was bi. Cheryl, Monica, figured was as straight as they came, the way she was always talking about Andre, and other guys she’d been with him before him. So she wasn’t aware that when Monica gazed at that body of hers she gazed at it with a measure of lust. And what a body! Lean and muscled and smooth, Cheryl was really dark, her skin the color of bittersweet, not milk, chocolate. And her nearly ebony skin gave off this beautiful lustrous sheen.
Andre, in contrast to his girlfriend, was much lighter, more a coffee or cafe-au-lait color than the intense dusky brown of Cheryl’s complexion. But then Andre was from New Orleans where, with the French background, there were a lot of ‘Creoles,’ light-skinned blacks like Andre. Plus, unlike Cheryl who came from a poor inner-city family, Andre was middle-class and didn’t have that hardcore inner city style so evident in Cheryl. The two of them had met a year ago at a national track meet. Andre was a runner himself. He ran the mile and the thousand meters mainly, and had that lean, muscled look you’d expect from a long-distance runner.
But it was the contrast in their coloring that Monica focused most on now, looking at Cheryl’s fingers, which seemed nearly black in the dim light of their room, wrapped around the thick, tan shaft.
“You going to let me see how you suck that cock, Cheryl? Suck it the way you were sucking it before I walked in on you two?”
“I sho’ as shit am,” Cheryl said, lowering her head to the big penis, licking it while she stared at her roommate.
“She sho’ as shit is,” Andre cackled, mimicking his girlfriend, holding her head down as she lewdly licked his pole, before finally taking the big cockhead between her lips and sucking him down.
“Yeah, do it! Show me how you eat that dick!” Monica urged, getting excited, feeling herself becoming damp between the legs. She’d seen other babes do it to guys before, but she never expected to be watching her own roommate making love to her boyfriend, and never before had she watched a black duo making it. And never had she laid her eyes on a cock as huge as Andre’s. It had to be at least ten inches long, and three inches thick maybe.
There was so much to look at too. Cheryl’s sexy lips wrapped around Andre’s cock was, of course, the main attraction. But then there was that fabulous body of Cheryl’s, as dark as mahogany and as sleek as a python’s. Plus, she had beautiful breasts and a really great ass. And there was Andre, his smooth, wiry body the color of the cafe mocha Monica liked to drink over at the espresso bar across the street from their dorm. He was looking right at her with those big, green eyes of his, eyes the same shade as her own, with a gaze that oozed pleasure and lust. And why wouldn’t he have that look in his eyes, the way Cheryl was expertly tonguing and sucking on his oversized cock, giving him a blow job that Monica guessed was extra lewd and nasty because Monica was watching.
Monica was wearing a skirt which she now casually slid up her thighs while she spread her legs, giving Andre, and Cheryl too, a view of her panty crotch.
Naturally, Andre noticed. And so did Cheryl.
“Feel like gettin’ a little more comfortable yo’self?” Cheryl asked Monica as she stopped fellating Andre for a moment. “Feel like gettin’ all nude and crude like we is?”
“Sure,” Monica said, instantly lifting her sweater over her head. With her modest endowment up above there was no bra underneath, just a small, but perfect pair of tits, each topped with a dark, wine-colored nipple. Andre did not fail to appreciate the view, eyeing the stiffened protrusions admiringly.
“I been tellin’ Andre wha’ a fabulous body you got yo’self, honey,” Cheryl said, fisting his shaft as both she and Andre watched Monica undress. “Now he be seein’ it fo’ himself.”
“Yeah, have a good look, Andre,” Monica said as she finished undressing, pulling off her bikini briefs, turning on another lamp, then spreading her legs wide so the two of them had a perfect view of her pussy. She’d been naked in front of Cheryl many times but she’d never shown off her pussy like this.
“Go over next to her,” Andre said to Cheryl, pointing to Monica.
“Why?” Cheryl asked.
“I want to see you two next to each other, that’s why,” he said as Cheryl got up off her bed and sat next to Monica, spreading her legs.
“Shit, that is some sight!” he said, gazing at the two of them with wide open eyes, taking his swollen dick in his hand. “Dark chocolate right next to creamy vanilla. Mmmmmh… pretty!”
The two women laughed. And Monica could see what Andre meant. It must’ve been quite a view he had, his ebony girlfriend showing off her dusky pussy right next to her pale, lithe roommate, boldly flashing plenty of pink his way.
“Stop playin’ with yo’self, okay?” Cheryl joked, getting up off Monica’s bed and rejoining Andre, seeing the way he was furiously fisting himself. “That’s why you got me here.”
Now she resumed fellating him as Monica added some spice by letting him look at the way she was idly strumming her clit. And she wasn’t just strumming it so Andre would have something to look at it. No, she was relieving a serious itch down there. The sight of these two hot African-American lovers getting down with each other was getting her very, very aroused. The last thing she expected was running into Cheryl and her boyfriend in their room, getting it on. And then stripping naked along with them and watching them do their dirty deeds while she unabashedly played with herself. Was she ever glad that movie she decided to see turned out to suck and she walked out on it! And, really, it didn’t surprise her to be asked to stay and witness like this. Cheryl, she knew, was sexually experienced.
“Why don’ we let Monica see how you like to chew on tha’ other place, suga’?” Andre said to Cheryl.
She pulled away from his dick a little flustered.
“You mean–?”
“Yeah,” he said, turning around on his stomach now.
“But’s tha’’s so personal, Andre.”
“C’mon, baby, this ain’t the time to start bein’ shy.”
Cheryl looked over at Monica with an expression that made Monica think she’d be seeing her cheeks blush red if she were a white girl.
“Monica might think that be a little freaky,” Cheryl said.
“C’mon, look at her, she loves watchin’ “.
By this time Monica had a pretty good idea what Andre wanted Cheryl to do to him.
“Do it, girl, whatever it is!” Monica urged. “If Andre likes having it done to him, and you like doing it, then I want to see it.”
Cheryl laughed, a little amazed and utterly delighted by her roommate’s carnal openness. So now she slid down on the bed, bringing her face down to Andre’s buttocks. Monica gazed at that butt of Andre’s. It was smooth and muscled and the nicest shade of caramel.
As Monica watched, Cheryl spread apart his buttocks and lowered her face to his crack. And then she began to lick his asshole, her eyes looking over at Monica as she lapped away. Now that she was doing it, she wanted to make sure she did nice and vividly and lewdly, the way she had sucked his cock in front of Monica.
“Oh yeah, sugar, eat it up!” Andre hissed, reaching behind him with an arm to press her face between his butt cheeks. And all the while Andre made sure to look right at Monica, showing off as Cheryl rimmed his ass. He was quite the exhibitionist, this Andre, Monica said to herself. But it didn’t surprise her. After a track event, when he came in the winner, he always hooted and hollered and showed off. Cheryl had said. Andre was a demonstrative sort. So far she had watched him get his big dick sucked and his hot ass eaten out. She could only imagine what it would be like to see him use that dick of his and fuck Cheryl to the rafters. That was soon to follow, Monica was sure.
“Uh uh, Cheryl! Eat that hot ass!” Monica urged. “Look at him, he loves it!”
“He sho’ does, don’ you, baby?” Cheryl said, pulling away finally, turning him over again and licking his balls, before slowly sliding her tongue up the length of his cock, engulfing him between her lips and resuming the long, drawn-out blow-job.
“Cheryl? Come up here,” Andre said, wagging a finger at her. She came up to him and he whispered something in her ear and she smiled, looking straight at Monica.
“You look like you be havin’ a good time, playin’ with yo’ pussy and watchin’ us,” Cheryl said. “How’d you like to get in on the mix? You know, have a little o’ Andre fo’ yourself?”
Of course Monica had been thinking just how much fun that would be. But she figured Andre was Cheryl’s steady and though the two of them appreciated an audience, as they had told her, she didn’t think Cheryl would want to share. Now she was thrilled that this was exactly what Cheryl was proposing.
“You mean, me getting down and dirty with the two of you?” Monica said, wanting to make sure she heard it right.
“Uh huh. Andre’s always talkin’ about how he never made it with a white girl. I mean, a real white girl. He be almost white himself,” Cheryl chuckled, “and you know me, I made it with dis white stud last summer.”
Monica had heard about that. The summer before college began, as part of her scholarship program, Cheryl had spent two months in Sweden. And there she took up with a Swedish guy. Monica had heard all about that and what a hot fuck Sven turned out to be. And what a big dick he had. That’s when Cheryl told Monica what a myth it was that black dudes were all hung. Some were, some weren’t. Andre over here was obviously one who was.
“How about you, Monica? You ever make it with a black guy? You never tol’ me,” Cheryl asked her.
“Nope, never.” Though she had made it with a black babe, the gorgeous model who was one of her Manhattan roommates.
“Well here’s your chance,” Cheryl said, looking back and forth between her boyfriend and her roommate. “You get to taste vanilla, Andre, and you Monica, get to see wha’ chocolate be like, or at least, coffee.”
Andre was staring at Monica, his eyes blazing with lust and desire.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind having myself a nice hard chunk of mocha.”
They laughed at her lustful outrageousness.
“Well, come on over here den, girl,” Cheryl said, tapping the bed.
So now Monica lifted herself off her bed and joined Cheryl and Andre on Cheryl’s bed. It was a small bed and it was a tight squeeze. But Monica was absolutely thrilled, thrilled to be laying naked next to this sizzling African-American duo.
Cheryl took Andre’s massive, erect cock in her hand.
“Ain’t it beautiful?”
“Sure is. Can I hold it, Andre?” Monica cooed teasingly.
“Hold it all you want,” he purred at her.
So Monica wrapped her fingers around the thick, dark shaft. It was so thick and so rigid a chill went up and down her spine as she handled it.
And then she brought her face down and started to lick it as Cheryl watched closely. She ran her tongue over the taut skin of his erect penis, tasting every inch before she finally took him between her lips and began to suck him.
“He ain’ never had no white chick suck his dick befo’,” Cheryl said happily, obviously loving the idea of sharing her man with Monica. Monica could understand this. She’d sometimes ask another babe to join her and a guy, or her and another babe, or she’d joined some couple to make it a threesome. So she knew what this was all about. Back in New York, during her modeling days, she’d mix it up like this pretty often. But never before had the others both been black!
“And I ain’t never sucked a black dick,” Monica said, coming up for air.
“Well you sho’ as shit are suckin’ one now,” Cheryl cackled as they stared into each other’s eyes, Monica’s mouth stuffed with Andre’s big penis.
“Go on, suck it down, suck dat sweet, brown cock, white girl!” Cheryl hissed at her. Monica smiled, even though her mouth was crammed with male meat. They were real comfortable with each other, these two roommates, calling each other ‘black girl’ and ‘white girl’ in an affectionate, joking way. Now Monica was going to show both Andre and Cheryl a special trick of hers. Very slowly she took more and more of Andre’s dick in her mouth and down her throat as Cheryl watched with wide-open, spellbound eyes. Andre, too, opened his eyes so he could look down at the gorgeous Caucasian swallowing his cock. Now she had more than half of its substantial length between her lips and she was still going, inch by thick inch.
“Damn, dis bitch can really eat it!” Cheryl said in amazement. They called each other ‘bitch’ jokingly too, again being lewdly affectionate, meaning nothing bad by it.
And eat it she did, taking more and more of it down her throat until, for a moment, the whole thing was completely out of sight, her lower lip pressing against Andre’s balls, her upper lip against his crinkly pubic hair. She’d learned this from her older sister, how to deep throat a cock. Joanne once told Monica how she liked to do that, how guys really loved it. So Monica said she wanted to learn too. Her sister had a bunch of dildos and she had Monica practice on those until Monica was able to get the biggest of the dildos all the way down her throat. All that practice had come in handy, as Andre was learning and Cheryl was witnessing now.
Suddenly she let go of his penis, gasping for breath.
“Shit, I need some air,” Monica said as Cheryl looked at her in astonishment.
“What otha’ amazin’ things can you do?” Cheryl asked.
“Hell, the night is young, maybe you’ll find out,” she teased.
Now Monica pushed on Andre’s hip as he gladly turned over on his stomach.
“I want some of that other treat too, the one you had before,” Monica said, spreading apart his buttocks as she and Cheryl both stared into the crack. There was his tan asshole, still wet and slick from Cheryl’s earlier tonguing.
“Yum, yum,” Monica purred, digging in to have herself a taste. She only wished she could have pushed Cheryl down on her stomach right next to her boyfriend, spread apart her gorgeous, dusky buttocks and have herself a taste of the little bud Cheryl kept hidden between those round buns of hers. But, alas, Cheryl wasn’t giving any signal that she was ready to mix it up with Monica. This was about sharing her man, the two young women ganging up on the handsome Creole stud.
“Look at you, lappin’ away at that nasty black ass,” Cheryl said, holding her boyfriend’s buns wide open so Monica could really dig her tongue in there. “And to think I was wonderin’ before whether I should do dat in front of you, whether you gonna think it too foul or too freaky.”
“Hey, girl,” Monica said to Cheryl with a sassy smile. “There ain’t too many things that are too foul or freaky for my taste.”
“I can see dat,” Cheryl said, laughing. “You are one funky white slut.”
“White, black, it don’t make no difference,” Monica said. “A slut is a slut, as I’m sure Andre over here will agree.”
“Oh yeah, anything you say, ladies,” Andre said, looking over his shoulder at them, a lewd grin lighting up his face as he just lay there on his stomach, exposing his smooth, brown butt.
Then Monica rolled Andre over again and went to work on his cock some more. Before these two were through, Andre was definitely going to know the meaning ofblow job!
Monica took the thick shaft down her throat again, then handed it over to Cheryl, who continued fellating Andre. They were leaning against each other, Monica and Cheryl, and Monica could feel Cheryl’s hot, smooth skin again hers. Man, how she would have loved to bury her finger or her face between those smooth, muscular thighs of Cheryl’s.
Cheryl’s head was bobbing up and down as she kept sucking Andre’s cock. Now Monica thought she’d try something. So she pushed down on Cheryl’s head. Then she took a chance, sliding that hand down Cheryl’s neck and over her smooth, dusky back, rubbing her sensually.
That made Cheryl turn around to look at Monica.
“You bi, girl?”
“Uh huh.”
“I had a feelin’ you was. Me, I’m straight.”
“That’s what I thought,” Monica said, discreetly pulling her hand away from Cheryl’s skin. But Cheryl reached back and took hold of Monica’s wrist, leaving Monica’s hand where it was.
“You can touch me like dat though. Dat be cool.”
“Can I?”
Andre, hearing all this, looked at the two of them with eager, excited eyes.
“Sho’,” Cheryl said as she resumed sucking her boyfriend’s cock.
The way Monica was now caressing her roommate was frankly sexual, something Cheryl couldn’t mistake. She was snaking her back against Monica’s hand, obviously enjoying the caress. So Monica took another chance, reaching under Cheryl’s arm and running her fingertips over one of her breasts.
“Can I touch these too?”
“I guess,” Cheryl said, looking back at her. “Andre, he been wanting to see me mess around with a chick, tryin’ to talk me into it. Maybe you be dat chick, huh?”
Cheryl had that unmistakable look on her face, the look of someone who was finally willing to try something new, something they’d previously forsaken. There was a touch of nervousness in that look, and mounting excitement too.
Now Monica reached around with both her hands to caress Cheryl’s firm, breasts, rubbing the corky nipples with her fingertips as Andre pushed her face down on his cock again. That cock was so stiff it looked like it was going to burst. Naturally watching Monica fondle his girlfriend’s tits was taking Andre to an even higher peak.
Monica looked down at what she was doing, her pale hands such a vivid contrast as they caressed Cheryl’s mahogany-hued breasts.
Then she pulled one hand away and brought it between Cheryl’s legs, sliding it up her thigh.
“Can I touch you down here too?” Monica asked.
“Shit girl! You already got your hand down dere, I ain’t gonna stop you!” she cackled, gaining courage, getting comfortable with the new caresses, the caresses of anotherwoman!
So Monica slid her hand further up, suddenly finding her fingers digging into the creamiest of pussies. It felt like warm honey up there. She guessed this was Cheryl’s first time being caressed like this by another woman so she wanted to be sure to make it an unforgettable experience. Monica prided herself on how to fondle, how to devour a cunt, and now she demonstrated her sapphic skills to Cheryl, who suddenly began to groan and moan, her oohing and ahhing muffled by all the stiff meat she had filling her mouth.
“Does it feel good? Does it feel good to have my fingers up your cunt?” Monica whispered huskily in Cheryl’s ear as Cheryl nodded, that eager nod giving her all the answer she needed. Monica figured tonight it would just be her doing it to Cheryl. That’s the way it went with Monica the first time she made it with another woman, when she was still a little unsure. She let that babe do things to her, but it took a few more times until she herself could do it to another babe, to get down between her legs, to stare at her cunt and then to lick it.
“I want to see Andre’s big cock in there now, I want to see him fuck you,” Monica hissed in Cheryl’s ear and Cheryl obliged, getting on top of Andre, straddling his thighs. Now Monica wasn’t just a voyeur. No, she was right in the mix. So she took hold of Andre’s shaft and worked it into Cheryl’s cunt.
“Aw shit!” Cheryl howled as she felt his thickness fill her.
“Fuck him!Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck that cock!” Monica yelled as Cheryl rode her lover’s long, thick shaft for all she was worth.
Monica pulled back to have herself an overview. Riding Andre like this, she could see just how much darker Cheryl was than Andre. It was cafe-au-lait saying hello to black espresso, the tan cock diving between the fleshy, almost black labia. A fine film of sweat now covered Cheryl’s body, adding to the lustrous sheen of her skin. Monica felt black woman had such beautiful skin. Sometimes she wished she was brown-skinned herself. Her black model roommate in New York, Samantha, was probably the most beautiful woman Monica had ever seen and sometimes Monica envied that stunning dark beauty of hers.
Monica could see right away what a sensual, skilled fuck Cheryl was, the way she was twisting her pelvis, riding Andre with a nice, smooth rhythm, gripping his thick shaft with her creamy vagina.
Now Monica came up front and took hold of Cheryl’s breasts again as they swayed over Andre’s face.
“I want to kiss your breasts, I want to lick them and suck them while you keep rockin’ it,” Monica said.
“Oh yeah, suck that titty!” Andre said, lifting one of his girlfriend’s breasts to Monica’s face. So now Monica licked first one big dark nipple, then the other, gently squeezing both breasts.
Then she got behind them again, staring down. What a sizzling sight! Andre’s immense prick driving upwards into Cheryl’s cunt, her beautiful, smooth buttocks framing the rugged copulation.
She ran her hands over those buttocks now as Cheryl kept rocking up and down. Monica had fondled Cheryl’s breasts, then her pussy. Now it was time to caress her bottom. She massaged the silky smooth buttocks, then worked her hand down to Andre’s balls, fondling them gently before running two fingers up his slick, rigid shaft until she was again touching Cheryl’s pussy. Then her fingers drifted further up, into Cheryl’s crack. Cheryl turned around when she felt a fingertip pressing gently against her asshole.
“You gettin’ pretty intimate back dere, huh?” Cheryl said, an easy, sexy smile on her face.
“Now this is intimate,” Monica said, lowering her face to Cheryl’s butt, spreading open the ebony cheeks. And there it was. White people, their assholes are pink, sometimes pale tan. Andre’s, his was pale brown. But Cheryl’s was as dark as the darkest hue of brown, the sphincter looking like a beautiful dark star, creases radiating from the black hole at its center.
Monica pressed her face between those beautiful, dusky buttocks, dug her tongue into the warm crack, and devoured Cheryl’s asshole.
“Oh yeah, do it!” Cheryl cried out, now transported by the sheer excitement of it all, addicted to the new sensations. “Lick my black ass.Lick my young, funky black ass! Go on!”
Monica had witnessed just how much Cheryl seemed to crave tonguing Andre’s butthole. She figured Andre reciprocated, and that Cheryl appreciated a warm tongue burrowing between her cheeks as much as Andre did. Now she had another warm tongue digging in there, Monica’s this time, awoman’s.
“She really eatin’ out your butt, sugar?” Andre said to Cheryl as he fucked her.
“Uh huh! And she ain’t just lickin’ it,” Cheryl said. “She got her tongue way in dere.”
Monica smiled to herself, her tongue forcing it way up Cheryl’s anal passage. Monica prided herself on the strength of that tongue, how long it was, the stunningly sensual things she was able to do with it. She loved fucking babes with it, snaking it up into their welcoming vaginas. And no less did she love probing a tight asshole with that insistent tongue of hers.
Suddenly Cheryl lifted herself off of Andre, turned around so her back was to him, and then sank back down, again impaling her pussy on his rigid shaft. She fell back, supporting herself on her arms as she flexed her legs and spread them wide. This had the effect of giving Monica a spectacular new view of their carnal coupling, Cheryl’s gorgeous tits, her sleek, firm stomach, her strong legs, and — most of all — her pussy, now suddenly visible to Monica. A pussy that was stretched by Andre’s awesomely thick penis. And there, right above where his cock was say hello to her dark cunt, was her clit, all swollen, a little dot of pink in an otherwise brown and black panorama.
The two roommates stared at each other now as Cheryl slowly rocked up and down on her boyfriend, screwing him with a sensual figure-of-eight motion. It didn’t surprise Monica that Cheryl seemed to be such a skilled and agile fuck. She was an athlete, a great dancer, and, from the moment she first laid her eyes on Cheryl, Monica could immediately see that there was something deeply sexual about her.
“There’s just one more beautiful thing I want to taste,” Monica said, bringing her face down between Cheryl’s legs. First she licked Andre’s cock some as it pumped in and out of Cheryl’s pussy. Then she zeroed in on that exposed and swollen clit, licking it softly before taking it between her lips and suckling on it.
“Oh my God!” Cheryl gasped when she felt that first sensation, pressing Monica’s face against her aroused flesh. Monica knew how wonderful it must’ve felt. She remembered the first time this was done to her, when a babe licked and sucked her clit while a man was fucking her. That was just about the ultimate, a big, hard cock slamming up your cunt, a wet tongue and eager lips tending to your clit at the same time. Absolutely nothing felt better!
“Oh man! Oh shit, girl! That be too fuckin’ much!” Cheryl groaned, taking in the dual sensations.
And then, suddenly, Monica could feel Cheryl’s thighs quiver against her cheeks, juice suddenly oozing from her cunt, as she heard a shriek that probably turned ears all up and down the dorm hallway.
“Motha-fucker!!!!” Cheryl howled, as the orgasm overwhelmed her. And then she pushed Monica’s face away, she couldn’t stand any more sensation. Now, finally, she lifted herself off of Andre, collapsing next to him, panting breathlessly.
“You fuck him now, Monica. I’m goin’ to chill out and watch,” Cheryl said, catching her breath.
That sure was fine with Monica. She was ready for a nice piece of this handsome, horny, well-endowed stud. She had sucked his black cock, licked his black ass. Now it was time to finally fuck him, the first time she’d actually be fucking a black man.
“Time for you to have some vanilla, baby,” Cheryl said to her boyfriend as he sat up, gently pushing Monica down on the bed, on her back. Then he spread her legs and just gazed between them. The pale, pink lips of her pussy, nesting in a bush of light curls, couldn’t have looked more different than his girlfriend’s, Cheryl’s pinkness framed by her dark, brown labia, her black pubic hair,
In two seconds flat he had his face between Monica’s legs, devouring her cunt. She wondered if earlier he had devoured Cheryl’s. When she had walked in on them, Cheryl was going down on Andre. But just before that he may very well have been burying his face between her dusky thighs.
“Look at you, baby, you love the taste of vanilla, don’ you” Cheryl hissed at Andre as he went down on Monica. Monica marvelled at Cheryl’s attitude. So many black chicks, she knew, were incredibly uptight about their black men showing any interest in white chicks. But that sure wasn’t her roommate’s style, inviting Monica to join the party like she had, urging her boyfriend to have a ‘taste of vanilla,’ as she put it. But then again, Cheryl had spent a summer in Stockholm screwing a big Swede, so she was already very tolerant of interracial sex.
“Feel like havin’ yourself a wee taste, sugar?” Andre asked Cheryl in his sexy Louisiana drawl. Cheryl hesitated, looking at Monica. Until tonight she had been strictly straight. Then she relented, first letting Monica fondle her breasts, then agreeing to have her go down on her ass and pussy. But this was different. Having her tits played with, her ass licked, her pussy eaten, all that she’d had done to her plenty of times, though always by men. But this would really be an utterly new experience, to bring her face between another woman’s legs, to stare into her cunt, and then to devour it.
Yes, this was a moment of truth for Cheryl, and Monica knew it.
“Shit, yeah!” Cheryl said, taking a deep breath. “Why not!”
Andre made room as Cheryl now brought her face between Monica’s wide open legs, gazing up at her before she lowered her eyes to her pussy. And then, closing her eyes, she dived in with her tongue, licking Monica with the raw eagerness of a first timer. But there was nothing awkward or tentative in the way Cheryl went about it. This may have been her first time doing it, but instinct counted for a lot. And as a woman, and a deeply sexual one at that, Cheryl had an instinctual knack for just how to please another woman with her mouth. Cheryl imagined what those tough street babes with whom she grew up would think now if they saw her lapping away at Monica’s hole. Some would freak, they’d have trouble believing their eyes. But others would figure Cheryl was just a red hot piece of black ass who liked to getdown and dirty, with vanilla as well as chocolate, with bitches as well as studs, with assholes as well as dicks and pussies. Cheryl had told Monica just how nasty some of those sisters were down in the ‘hood, pulling trains and getting gang-banged by groups of horny studs, doing freak shows with other babes as entertainment at all night sex parties, turning tricks when they needed some ready cash. Cheryl had turned a few tricks herself, she confessed to Monica and she’d been to orgies, gotten banged by groups of men. Cheryl may not have been able to take Andre’s oversized cock in her ass, but in other ways she was very experienced.
“Oh yeah, you do it so nicely,” Monica whispered, running her fingers through Cheryl’s braids. And she meant it, too. Cheryl was a born cunnilinguist.
Cheryl finally pulled away, looking up at Monica with a satisfied smile, proud that she had met and conquered this challenge.
“I think you be good and ready to getfucked now,” she said to Monica, making room for Andre, who brought his wiry body between Monica’s open legs. She looked up at his handsome face, stroked his muscular, brown arms as he reached down to work his cock inside her. And then she felt it — the fullness! — his thick mocha-hued cock filling her pink cunt. She’d wanted to fuck a black man for some time now, and now here she was, actually doing it. She’d made it with a black babe before, Cheryl wasn’t the first. That was Samantha, her New York roommate. But she was even lighter-skinned than Andre and she wasn’t really black, the way Cheryl was. Monica would still have to try a real dark stud sometime, a stud as dark as Cheryl. Hell, she’d have to ask Cheryl if Cheryl had a brother who might do the trick!
“Oh yeah, stud, slam it in there,” Monica said, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he fucked her with deep, smooth, steady strokes, Cheryl sitting right next to them and watching.
She was really turned on by now, Monica was, and Andre was really hammering it into her. She didn’t have a tongue on her clit at the same time, and she didn’t need one. Because Monica felt she could climax at any time. But she held off for the moment, wanting more, wanting to take it in another position. So she rolled over, getting on top of Andre, screwing him the way Cheryl had been screwing him before.
Now Cheryl had Monica’s trim, smooth, white buns staring her in the face. She brought her hand down to Monica’s butt to caress her, her fingers drifting into the crack, finding and fondling the rubbery sphincter as Monica earlier fondled hers. Monica hadn’t known this about her roommate, but now she was seeing that Cheryl, like her, seemed to be a bit of a butt freak.
“You gonna play with mine the way I played with yours?” Monica asked, looking back over her shoulder at Cheryl. “While Andre down here reams out my cunt with his big dick.”
“If you tol’ me yesterday that I be playin’ with achick’s asshole today,yo’ asshole, Monica, I woulda said you were out of yo’ mind, girl,” Cheryl chuckled.
“Stop talkin’ and lick it!” Andre hissed at his girlfriend, and she obeyed, dropping her face to Monica’s butt, spreading open those buns and having herself a taste of some nice, young female ass — of the Caucasian variety. It made her think back to that Swede she’d fucked, Sven. She’d loved eating out his ass too.
Meanwhile, Monica was a vanilla vixen in mocha heaven, with this Creole stud pumping his ten or so thick, hard inches up into her snatch, while his dusky girlfriend lapped away at her bottom.
“You like gettin’ fucked back here?” Cheryl now asked Monica, rubbing her anus with a thumb. The two of them had talked about sex quite a few times, but never had they broached the subject of anal sex.
“Oh yeah, I love it,” Monica happily confessed to both Cheryl and Andre. “That’s one of my favorite things, taking it up the ass.”
That sure lit up Andre’s face!
“Me too– sometimes,” Cheryl said. “Andre always be beggin’ me to let him up my back door. But he bemuch too big for that kind of action, at least for me. I can only take a small, maybe a medium sized one up my butt. Got my limits when it comes to Greek.”
Suddenly Monica saw a challenge, avery appealing challenge. Andre was huge, true, but Monica had taken some really big cocks up her bottom. And some really big dildos too. She looked down at Andre, his eyes glazed over with pure lust. She imagined how much he yearned to fuck his girlfriend up the ass, and how disappointed he probably was that he couldn’t. And it’s not that Cheryl didn’t want to do it that way. She did. But as soon as he was started working it into her bottom, she just couldn’t take it. He was just too damned thick for her. But maybe Monica would succeed where Cheryl couldn’t. She smiled at Andre and right away he knew what that smile meant.
Then she turned back to Cheryl.
“Would you mind if I had a try, then?” she asked.
“You do dat? You try dat?” Cheryl said, a little stunned. “I mean I try it a couple of times wi’ Andre, but I just couldn’.”
“Well let me give it a shot,” Monica asked. “If it’s alright with you, that is.”
“Sho’ it’s alright,” Cheryl said, happy to oblige. After all she couldn’t offer Andre some of what he so desperately wanted. So maybe now her roommate could.
Monica’s heart started beating faster; now things werereally going to get freaky. She slowly lifted herself off Andre, sorry to be disengaging her cunt from the dreamy sensation of this massive, steely cock, but knowing she’d soon be enjoying that cock in another, even tighter place, a place she loved having filled with a man’s penis, or a woman’s rubber one.