Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) (4 page)

“Pour your hot cum on me daddy. Yes I want
you to splash your babies all over my boobs. Stroke that iron rod
and let it paint my boobs with sperm. Yes that’s it baby. You are a
stallion Taye. Yes stroke that sugar stick and let it shoot me with
cum. Yes I want it. All of it.”

Taye whose eyes all this time opened and
shut in a flurry grunted like a wolf shot through the heart,
trembling as he shot a spurt of semen all over my boobs, warming my
flesh with its starchy cum. His cum flew in different trajectories
and felt calm and satisfying on my sweaty flesh where it hit.
Shaken to the very roots, he fell on the couch, panting, completely
exhausted and I stood up and swaggered to the bathroom to wash up
and refresh, happy as a cat gifted with mice for meal, knowing I
just fulfilled a wish and hit a bull’s eye.

By the time I returned to the room fifteen
minutes later I had found Taye sprawled out on the bed naked,
already in a great sleep, snoring gently. And in my head I thought
I was a superwoman. I mean look at me, I was there, still the
amazon, ready and unfazed, prepared for another bout was he willing
to go. Real women never get tired after great sex, rather they get
invigorated. After I had returned to my clothes and was set to
leave, I gently placed a red rose that I picked from one of the
vases in the living room beside the sleeping Taye and blew him a
kiss, hoping we never meet again. I tiptoed out of the room and
returned home to meet my room-mates whom I hope will have juicier
escapades to share with me.

Saturday, 23rd April,
1996

TONYA’S TALE OF LUST

When I got home later around 4 am, I met
Tonya already snoring on her bunk. Must have crashed in early I
thought as I carried my weary legs to my corner of the room to
sleep. I woke up around noon to meet Tonya and Michele in an
animated gist. I quickly put up my gossip antenna to catch the
signal as it seemed I already woke a bit too late.

“I mean this guy was a hulk. If you see his
biceps and laps as he slapped on my fanny. My pussy just puckered
in sheer ecstasy.” Tonya was saying to a wide eyed Michele, who was
so taken up with the story she barely nodded in acknowledgment of
my greeting and presence.

“Which of those two guys eventually aced
it?” She asked Tonya. “Was it the footballer for Sixners or that
Def Jam rapper chatting with him, both eyeing you so lustfully last
night”

“
It was the Baller of
course. What could that tiny- tinnie do to woo me- I mean his
chatting partner. I’d burn before that guy kisses me, much less up
my skirt. Didn’t you see the baller’s frame even inside his cloth?
Damn! ” Tonya replied with hurried gestures of her fingers,
scowling her cute face as she imagined nasty thoughts in her head
before she continued with her rhapsody in her sexy
contralto.

“Brandon-that is the Baller, actually got me
by his whispers. To be honest I had thought Dre would catch my eyes
at the party so I could carry out my fantasies on him but his wife
was on guard to ward trespassers off. So I had to content myself
with Brandon, who aside from desiring me badly enough to host us
VIP way to the event was also a charmer. When he snatched me on the
dance floor from Damon Lash; whom had been trying to get to me
since we walked into the party, he just wouldn’t let go of me
again. He aced it finally when the music changed to Babyface’s
‘Every time I close my eyes’. You know that’s my song. It was like
Brandon cued the DJ to change to that number because when I heard
it, I just rested my head on his broad chest and swayed to the
melody, held in his fragrant embrace. It was then he started his
spell casting whispers, very close to my ears”.

She continued her tale gesticulating with
her left hand as it was customary with Tonya when immersed in a
gist, this time very animated with her escapade with Brandon.

“I didn’t know how he did it, girls. May be
it was a spell he cast on me or I had hormonal dysfunction. All I
knew was that I became powerless with him and under his tease
became hornier than a cat on heat. There on the shaded dance floor,
Brandon started his act by rubbing his hand length wise along my
bare back, caressing its inviolate crack slowly and my bare arms,
before resting it on my butt, caressing it ever so gently. I felt a
thrill at his touch. He continued telling me sweet nothings close
to my earlobes, telling me I make him so hot, breathing his hot
breath down my neck, tingling the nerve endings all over me”

“What about CONTROL, Tonya” I quipped,
reminding her of our watchword, the essence of feminarchy which
allowed us become master of bed affairs. Tonya stopped in mid
sentence and gave me the eye before she replied, rather tersely,
impatient with my intrusion.

“I said it was like I was under a spell.
Aren’t you listening, Barbie? I was utterly bereft of my senses in
his arm. He knew he got me and wielded that power, like a seasoned
seducer. Just one touch of his and I was shivering with
desire….Didn’t know how he did it”

She fidgeted with her long hair, steeped in
remembrance, looking down on the floor before she continued with
her story, slowly and now with mild sobriety.

“Follow me baby, let me show you something”,
he whispered into my ear later in our dance, biting the soft lobe
as he did that set a shiver over me and didn’t even look back to
see if I’ll oblige. What could I do? It wasn’t like I was tipsy
with wine or something. No. I was fully in control of my senses but
it was curiosity and wild desire that got ahold of me, igniting
kinetic fires in my legs. I just followed him, linked to his hand,
passing the stream of white and perfumes swaying on the dance
floor, floating on in fantasy.

“He led me through a side door that opened
to a spacious kitchen where a bevy of chefs were hard at work,
disturbed for a second as we shot past them outside into the open,
close to a line of private chalets built along the swimming
pool-only for exclusive guests I was to learn. Holding my hand and
squeezing it lovingly as we progressed along the pool side, he told
me he and Puffy grew up as kids in the Projects in Harlem and both
struggled through life to make it in America. Having been friends
for over three decades, he said he shared a special bond with Puffy
and has a special place in the house which he would like to show
me. I could only follow, attracted by his adventorous mood and
tone”.

Tonya stood up at this point, describing
with electric gestures as her braless boobs bounced in her
singlet.

“At the chalets he opened the 2nd door to
the last with a gold key and ushered me in to find ourselves in a
quiet room; all alone and away from the crowd in the mansion. Once
alone and the door closed behind us, Brandon jumped on me,
plastering my mouth with kisses. I returned his kisses with the
same intensity, having been earlier aroused by his touches and
being totally mesmerized by his masculinity and adventurous swag. I
had been waiting all night. Brandon was not one to waste time. His
hands already had found out my boobs, fondling them copiously, and
at the same time switching down to squeeze my ample ass with his
firm hands, arousing me further to burn. On my part, I scratched
his cock, stiff in his white trouser pant with my left hand while
my right held his head, rubbing his bald head lustfully as we
lipped each other. It was getting intense by the minute but in
order not to be roughened up by him and go out looking like I just
fucked, control returned to me and I remembered my vow.” With this
said, we all heaved a sigh and Tonya returned to the couch to
continue with her tale, now told with a relaxed tempo.

I urged him to relax by disentangling myself
from his embrace and at the instant went on my knees, pulling his
wobbly legs to me. I unzipped his fly and brought out his very big
and long meat pole, already fired with blood and gorged to
fullness. Looking up to watch his face the way you taught me, Rose,
I first gave him a tease. I put the cork of his cock in my mouth
and popped it. Pop! And he let out a modulated gasp.

" We are getting there " I thought in my
head as my mouth resumed duty on his dick, working it. Holding on
to his sturdy thighs I put the whole length of his cock in my mouth
slowly, grating the sides with my teeth as I did so and gagging on
it when it touched my throat. Then I began stroking it in my mouth.
Gawd! It was like licking a lollipop of solid sugar. I just kept
stroking him in my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue and teeth,
popping his cork every now and then which made him moan out like
man intoxicated with lust wine.

“Oh baby. You are the best!”

“Oh sugar. Yes. Yes. Yes. That’s the way to
stroke it”

“
Baby. Yah. Uhhhhhh,
sucking it good baby. You rock”

“
Yes you lick it. Lick it
good babe. Pop the cork just like that! I love it.”

These and other accolades were showered on
me as I treated his dick to a fantastic time.

Already, I was dripping wet between the legs
on my knees as a result of the blow effect I was getting from
Brandon; and more from the effect of his hands on my left nipple,
which had been rubbed taut and expectant, unclasped from my gown
and bra in rushed anticipation. Candy Girl that I was, I would dip
my fingers inside my wet cunt to moisten them and then use them to
complement the job Brandon was doing on the nipple, rubbing the
pink tip myself and sometimes reach up to tweak his own erect
nipples with my sodden indexes too, moaning like a tigress in heat.
It fired him up more to see me tease myself while I did him and as
a result he held my head in his hands, jerking it on his cork with
frenzy, like a winner hold a World Cup, celebrating the joy of sex
in its purest form. When I noticed he was on the brink of explosion
I stopped my job on his man and took few steps away from him for
the rush to subside. The rule is that for one horse power men like
Brandon who easily tip over, the art of feminarchy prescribed
pleasure postponement to extend the play time.

So to gain time, strip teasing begun as I
sensually undressed before him, unclasping my gown at the neck and
rolling it down my body to my feet, revealing my under garments all
in white silk. He viewed me like you would a magical vista, rubbing
his crotch absently and licking his lips. In a sensual dance
performed before his very eyes; I twined my hips and turned
sideways in a slow motion, stepping away from the pool of cloth at
the floor, shaking my ass like a striper before him and watched him
salivate in allure. Turning to him I cupped my boobies in my hands
and played with its nipples, all the while shading my eyes like a
fox; and then gently removed my white lace g string, suffused with
pre-cum, which I threw in his incredulous face. Doing this I
cat-walked to the bed and positioned myself on its edge; where I
sat I bent down and let my long hair fall on the floor around my
legs, forming a swarthy pool before coming up to flash fiery eyes
at Brandon, acting out the scene I did in R.kelly’s video we shot
in Las Vegas last summer; touching my silky thighs tentatively like
Marilyn Monroe would before laying back on the bed with my pussy
jutting out, red and ready to be eaten.

And what he did next was just too nuclear to
be described. I saw Brandon go on his knees like a panther and
crawled towards me on the bed, eyes flaring with desire as knelt
before my honey pot, steaming with heat. He first ran his hot
breath all over my thighs, teasing me before putting his head
between my legs to have a first taste which he did by sticking out
his tongue and stinging my clit with its flared tip. Thought a fuse
blew in my head when I felt his tongue on my clit but he didn’t let
it last. Swiftly as he came down he moved up again to my chest,
caressing my burning skin with his hairy thighs as he did, before
settling his mouth on my nipples. You both know how weak I get when
my brown sugar is licked. I threw my head back and arched my back,
spurred into excitement by his mouth. With my nipple in his hot
mouth he suckled on it, kneading it with his scalding tongue which
rang out in peals of lust muttering coming out of my mouth. He
grabbed my boobs, one at a time and chewed on the nipples, lapping
the areola with his tongue before covering the shaded mount with
his mouth to suckle, groaning in lust. It was just too good to
describe. Brandon went down my navel without notice and circled it
with his tongue, licking on the rose tattoo below my navel. He then
traced a line of saliva with his tongue along my navel up to my
boobs again and sucked twice on each nipple, using his hand to
caress my flat tummy, down to my pubes line. He crawled down my
tummy again back to my thighs, now ready to harvest at the
honeycomb of Tonya. When he began licking and sipping on my vulva,
now it was my turn to scream without sounds.

“Oh daddy. Yeah. Taste me”

“Ouchh. Yeah. Daddy please. Do me right. Yes
eat me there, right there. Oh Lawd it’s good. So fucking good. Yes
baby. Oh Bran….”

He would slap my ass at intervals while he
sucked on my labia, circling my clit with his stinging tongue,
fingering my slurping cunt with his long index finger, making me
delirious with pleasure as I felt juice trickle from my twat into
my anus. Brandon was an expert pussy stroker. First Class. He ate
out my pot of sugar like a pizza garnished with raisins and set my
whole system into alarm. He would sip on my clit with a rolled
tongue and then clean its wet labia with a swipe of his tongue
before sucking on the vulva with a popping pull. I exploded in the
brain from the sampling of this pussy connoisseur on my twat. At
his hands my honey well became a love rig which he dug with his
index finger; a fount of love cream which he explored with his
mouth; a deposit of desire which be harvested with passion . And I
let him do as he pleased. My turn would come. Brandon dug me out
with his tongue, burrowing its slippery way into my coated cunt. I
held his head with my hands and lost mine in the clouds,
ventilating into nothing. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I now
begged for him to take me. My pussy begged to be torn apart. My
nipples ached to be sucked and rubbed. My body begged to be
pleasured.