Too Hot For A Big Girl?

This post originally appeared on Brookey's Blog Cafe in my monthly guest blog on TMI Tuesday's.


It was hotter than fish grease outside. More humid than a bowl of soup. Lush was (and still is) a thick girl. She was more Southern bred big and thick. Not tall and big and thick, but short, stout, big and thick. Her cute face and pretty lips always caught my eye. Those lips were also always full of smart remarks and were very skilled behind closed doors. This day, she was adamant on doing one thing. Fucking. Not now, but right now. Not let me turn on the A/C in this room, let it get comfortable and then we can work into it...uh uh..RIGHT NOW!

She tugged at my belt as a bewildered look spread across my sweaty brow. Her aggression aroused me. Soon her pretty lips danced around my manhood. Her tongue swirled like a tornado and she knew she had me. My hand pulled the hair from her sweaty face and held it aloft so it didn't stick to her sweaty neck. With me at the throbbing side of never coming back from arousal, she stood and stripped quickly. She shimmied her tight jeans down her thick thighs and kicked them to a corner. Her polo shirt flew above her shoulders revealing full bouncing breasts above her problem areas that she was not too shy to reveal.

With another shimmy and a quick unfasten, she revealed her golden colored body. She was fuller figured than she had been last we'd met this way. I was surprised, but not aghast. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, flung her hair over her shoulder as she looked behind herself and told me to "come here." I slid behind her slowly and surely, pacing myself in the heat. She wanted no part of that. The harder and more passionate we collided the more sweat erupted from us both, but especially from her. We slid across each other slippery with sweat as we changed positions. My slimmer body disappeared between her thick thighs as she swallowed me up and moaned above me.

Lush refused to give in to the climate. Her full frame glistened with the sweat created from our sex, but we rode together hard and vigorously. Upon her final, body shaking orgasm, she collapsed atop me in sweaty, pleased bliss. Lush showed me it was never too hot, never too humid, and never too much to get it on with a big thick girl.

Now being a brother (read: Black man) I don't mind a thick woman. More often than not, I prefer one. But do you think it's ever too hot to...fuck a big girl? A big guy? Is that too much in this heat? What if your A/C went out and you were really horny and damn if your spouse/mate/fuck buddy/friend with benefits/side piece/jump off, etc was more toward the plump side. Would you trade them in for a slim Jim/Jane?

They call me The Fury and it's never too hot for some thick and juicy

Guest Post: Brookeybaby's Birthday Sex

Today we have a GUEST BLOGGER! I'm a fan of her writing and have told her that if her own blog Brookey's Cafe Blog gets any racier, she'll be in this genre. She tackles everything from relationships to current events, but today..she's tackling some good sex on her birthday. Sexy Readers, please welcome Brookeybaby to the blog!



It’s Friday, my birthday, and I have plans with girlfriends. You call to tell me you’ve just touched down and going straight into the city to meet some friends. I say I’ll stop by to say hi, so after work, I go looking for you. I get there. There are some people there that I recognize, so I say hi – butterflies doing a dance in my stomach cuz I haven’t spotted you yet. Finally I catch a glimpse, slide myself over to you, hugs, squeezes. Damn you look good. There are so many people around that their presence wipes my wetness. Pleasantries are exchanged, time is passing.

“I can’t stay long, gotta run.”

“Don’t leave – you just got here.”

Your eyes are piercing right through me - under their watch my blood runs hot.

“My friends are waiting for me.”

“Stay….”

My mouth is dry and I wanna taste your lips.

“Call me later – I’ll be home. Come by if you want.”

Did I just invite you over? Hmmm…wonder if you’ll show.

1am

The bell rings and I automatically feel self conscious cuz I have kitty cat pajamas on. Nah, couldn’t be….could it?

I buzz you up although I’m a little afraid to let you in. How did you figure out where I live?

“Come in.”

I show you around – the small apartment can hardly contain the energy that has just walked in. The air is sucked from my lungs and I stop breathing.

“Have a seat.”

Because I can’t think of anything else to do, I turn on the tv.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“No.”

No? now what? You dream about these moments – play them over and over again like a musical refrain, but the time is now and I’m clueless.

“So what do you wanna do then?”

Did I just ask that out loud? I knew what I wanted to do but I could be reading this whole thing wrong. For a second I felt foolish.

“I’m still dirty from the plane. Shower – I wanna take a shower.”

A shower? Hmmm…this could be interesting.

You follow me to the bathroom as I turn on the hot water for you – not realizing you are undressing behind me. I turn to face you and I see your skin.

“Wanna join me?”

Without waiting for an answer, you pull my kitty cat top over my head – my arms up in the air like I surrender. Steam is filling the space around us as you finish undressing me, watching me, cupping my face, your hands bring my mouth to yours.

A passionate kiss that provokes a blush When one attempts to tame the rush Of two lovers locked in exotic bliss Of a sweet, seductive kiss

We’re in the shower – water flows over glowing skin as natural as a river retuning home to the ocean. Now I’m open. You run soapy hands all over my body, like we’re dancing, swimming in an aqua sea, our bodies mix, no resisting. Now I’m imagining making love to you and it’s agonizing.

Completely saturated, I kneel down – pushing you back slightly against the wall, making room for myself to please you. I take you in my hand, then to my lips, washing you with my tongue – gently, then increasing until you’re erect with masculinity – you – a tree, heavy bearing good fruit. You want to splash me with your juice, let it rain on me, my breasts, face, lick it with my lips before I let it drip. But I don’t let you.

We get out, no lights. Just two shadows dancing in moonlight reflected from candlelit walls. The bed finds us – I’m on top of you, like I’m sitting on a mountain trying to reach my peak. I feel the warmth of you inside me, the aroma we create is making me high. I’m there, but you take me higher – like the ebb and flow of a tide. I flood you, orgasms gently falling like the first snow of the season. I’m drenched, we rotate, there’s more love to share, so you take the lead. Soooo slow – you show me the true meaning of ecstasy.

The moon caresses two bodies melting into a chocolate glaze My fantasy becomes reality under a starry haze A scene so pornographic, you have me in a daze Never knew you could please me in so many ways

Morning is here, daybreak. We find each other and begin to reenact the night, memories in a mental play back – trying to recapture what we shared only a few hours ago while forging ahead recreating memories yet to come. So sweet and intoxicating, we indulge in vicarious pleasures. I want you so close to me that your soul touches mine. You feel me all over, warm, you wrap my arms and legs around you and again we make waves. As you release, I squeeze you. Sopping, you wet my lips again with kisses until your unhurried breath brings us to a slow slumber under morning skies. A soft, sexy whisper finds its way to my ear….

“Happy Birthday Brookeybaby”

Like Water For Chocolate

"Not wet enough." I said

"Really? How's this?" Poetry responded.

Accompanying the response was a second shot of her in a wet white tank top. I could just barely make out the brown hue of her nipples.

On the outside, Poetry didn't look like the type to to be in a wet t-shirt contest. She was well adjusted sexually, but still seen by most of her friends as a quiet person that kept to herself. I had found that it's always the quiet ones. Hell, I'm quiet. She was a willing and able participant in games and now she was showing me what she'd look like in a wet t-shirt contest.

I typed another email.

"Ehhh, you could do better."

Yet another picture popped into my inbox some time later. Her shirt was wetter. I imagined her standing in the bathroom spritzing her shirt with water from a bottle.

If you haven't realized. I'm a visual person.

"You scared of water or something?" Was my reply.

"Damn! Should I stand in the shower with my shirt on??" She complained in her response. This time her shirt was soaked. Her puffy brown nipples were hard against the fabric.

"THAT is a wet t-shirt contest shot!" I smiled at the keyboard. My heart had begun racing. My dick began to swell.

I went on about my business knowing that I was planning a surprise attack.

"You like this one?" Came another response. I waited for the attachment to open.

Her shirt was soaking wet. Her nipples hard. She was drenched and exposed.

Game time! I got up from the computer and walked around the corner to her apartment.

Her buzzer rang twice before I heard her voice.

"Hello??" She had full sista girl anger in her voice. It was late enough for that tone. Someone showing up at her door unannounced at that time of night had to have been crazy. Or crazy horny.

"Let me in." I said with my swagger on one billion.

The buzzer broke the silence of the dark courtyard.

I knocked before entering even though I knew the door was unlocked. As I stepped in, I saw Poetry standing near her bedroom door in a pair of panties. Nothing else.

"What are you doing here??" She was confused at my presence not at my obvious intentions.

I kicked off my shoes at the door and lined them up perfectly with hers. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my jeans right there in the doorway. A smile broke her shocked expression. Her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth. I took in the sight of her tall, stacked body. I admired her smooth brown skin and almond shaped eyes. Her black bikini panties stretched across the width of her hips. She watched me from across her place without moving.

I dropped my boxers to the floor, stepped out of them and let my semi-erect manhood dangle.

"Ooohweee." She whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

I walked over to her intent on attacking her like an animal. It was all prowl and hunger.

"What are you doing heeeerreeeee??" She emphasized my location.

"I liked the pictures." I said.

"I thought you had work to do."

"Shut up and take off those fucking panties."

"Excuse me?" More sista girl.

I reached around and grabbed her ass. We were eye to eye when I kissed her lips softly. My stiffness wedged itself between her thighs and prodded at the lone barrier between us. She kissed me back hard. My hands pulled down the back of her panties and she did the rest. I had a moment to stand back and admire the landing strip above her pouty aroused kitty before I grabbed her hand and pulled her into her bedroom.

"The shirt is still wet. It's right there." She pointed to the wife-beater hanging on her bathroom doorknob. "By the end I was practically standing in the shower."

"You liked it, huh."

"You got me horny." She confessed as she lay back and my lips caressed her soft areola. Poetry's back arched to meet my mouth and I sucked harder to please her. My manhood rubbed against her thigh. I was hungry for noise.

I pushed downward tossing her thick thighs apart. My mouth kissed her lower lips. She began to writhe almost immediately. I ached to please her as she had aroused me with her pictures and fed my visual hunger. Now I was taking care of my skin thirst. My tongue fluttered against her hood while my lips sucked gently.

"MMmmmm Fuck!" She orgasmed with a shiver.

My hands wrapped around her thighs and held her down while my mouth continued.

"Ooo Oooh SHIT!" She screamed.

It was late night. Her neighbors were listening. I'm sure they enjoyed what they heard. I slid my middle finger inside of her and felt her brace for what she knew was on the horizon. My index finger joined in. Her ass lifted high off the bed as my fingers massaged her gspot easily and carefully. My mouth never left her engorged clit. Poetry's body quaked through another screaming orgasm. She fed my skin thirst and my hunger for noise. Her next orgasm was so strong her muscles squeezed so tight they ejected my fingers from within her. I watched her pulsate within as her cumming kitty throbbed for more.

"Turn the fuck over."

She didn't bother to complain or give attitude. She didn't waste our time telling me I was being rude. She wanted it too. She was on all fours in moments. Her legs were spread wide to make room for me. She looked back and watched me sheath up my pulsating dick. She wanted to take it as bad as I wanted to give it. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes closed tightly as I slid deep inside of her. She growled for more as I stroked her harder. Her growls quickly became screams as we fucked hard on her bed.

"You like this dick?"

"I LOVE this dick."

"It's my pussy."

"Take it."

"It's my pussy."

"Take it!"

"This! Is! My! Pussy!" I pounded deeply inside her leaving an exclamation point on each thrust.

"Oh yes ! yes! yes! Your pussy..your pussy!" She stopped just short of asking for mercy because we both loved it hard.

My hand slapped her ass too hard. She squealed with the thrill of the sensations, but never once tried to stop. I pulled out of her slowly.

"Where are you going?" She panted.

When I returned to the room with a chair from her dining area,sShe was laid on her back with her fingers massaging her clit. I was aroused even more.

I did tell you I'm a visual person right?

My lips joined her fingers and licked her some more until she came again. There was no time to waste. I pulled her up from the bed and sat in the chair.

Poetry straddled my body and slowly lowered herself onto my broad throbbing spear. A groan started somewhere in her loins and escaped from her throat as full born lusty moans. Her strong arms wrapped around my back and held me close. I pivoted my waist and gyrated from the bottom looking for that spot. I received audible confirmation when she screamed through another orgasm.

"That's it right there. I can stay right here all night." She panted.

"Right here?" I asked with a raised eye-brow as my hips rocked within her.

She bore down on me and lifted off into another orgasm. Before she could come all the way down to Earth, we did it again...then again..and once more for good measure. Her legs shook on top of mine, weak from her peaks. I asked her to raise up. The condom had begun to squeeze a little too tight for my good. She stood on unsteady legs as I tossed the worn latex to the side.

"Mmm a big ol chocolate bar." She growled and engulfed her mouth with my dick.

My head fell backward as she swirled her tongue and sucked her cheeks in. Her hands were sloppily wet with her saliva as she stroked me with her hand and sucked the tip.

"Mmmm harder." I begged as she tightened her grip and stroked faster.

She made it up from her weakened knees, brought me to mine on her bed and continued the onslaught on my dick. Her hands worked furiously. Her mouth fluttered and sucked hard. I grabbed her shoulder for balance and basked in the incredible attention Poetry paid to the head she was giving me. Her eyes looked up at me knowing she had me on the ropes.

I growled all manner of filthy things. The dirty disgusting things which only fueled her energetic display. Spit dripped from her mouth across her hands as sweat beaded her forehead. One of her wet hands massaged my balls as the other worked hard with her mouth. My balls squeezed tight against my body as my head spun.

"I'm gonna cum." I warned.

Her head bobbed faster. Her energy increased ten fold. I had given her the noise and validation she needed. I felt the explosion begin. She sucked harder pulling it from me with an incredible intensity. My groans grew louder as she sucked harder swallowing every drop and sucked for more. She dislodged my still throbbing manhood from her mouth.

"You got some more for me?"

"I think I'm all tapped out." I panted.

She didn't believe me. Her mouth wrapped around me again and sucked harder. Her tongue massaged the underside while her hands worked the shaft harder. My head tossed back and forth trying to find a way to dismount myself from her jaws. My hands held on to the thin foot board as Poetry's head bucked beneath me. Her sweet voice gave way to beastly groans and moans. Her ravenous sucking and hand stroking continued with furious power. My body tensed again and released a torrent of fluid in her mouth.

As hard as she tried, she couldn't swallow it all and it spewed from her mouth and spilled across her breasts and hands and sheets and...

"What the hell was that?" She wiped her jaw with her empty hand and looked up at me with a smile. "Wow, you exploded. I couldn't swallow it all. You got me all wet." She breathed heavily as she surveyed the remnants of her job well done.

"You did it!" I laughed.

"You just wanted to get me all wet again..." She smiled.


They call me The Fury...I wanna see how wet YOU get...

3 is The Magic Number: 3 For All

Previously on The Dirty Details:
Table for 3
3 Songs
The Bathroom Break
3 for the Road

and then...



The door of the suite exploded with noise and action as we barreled inside. Coats flung to and fro. Honey Rider stumbled to the bathroom closing the door behind her. I headed to the bedroom, clicked the light and turned on the mini radio (sex noise reducer). Phoenix was right behind me as I turned.

"Mmmm, I can smell "M" all over you." She sniffed my chest then higher around my neck. Soon our lips were interlocked, her smooth mouth playing with mine. "She's all over you."

Phoenix's fire was burning, she immediately dropped to her knees. My belt was loose in a millisecond. I stood there entranced as she removed me from my boxers and slid me in her mouth. I saw yellow moons, orange stars, green clovers, blue moons, purple horseshoes! Oh thank my Lucky Charms! Phoenix worked me well in her hot mouth, her hand stroked as her tongue rolled around the head. My head (the one on my shoulders) fell back in a trance.

"OH SHIT!" Honey's voice brought me back from the land of Leprechaun's. She walked towards us staring at Phoenix's work. Pulling myself away, I charged into the bathroom.

The blinding white tile was a shock to my system as I drained the remaining vodka and cranberry juice form my bladder. More moans erupted from the bedroom. I washed my hands fully then splashed cool water across my face. It was game time.

Their ballet was melodic. Phoenix lay on top of Honey on the floor, their mouths, legs, arms entangled. I watched from the doorway as they kissed, as a blouse was removed, a bra thrown, pants were unbuckled and leggings removed. They rolled to and fro on the floor stripping their clothes as they went. Phoenix's mouth lit flames around her neck as Honey's hands poured over her body caressing her softly. Soon Phoenix pushed her thong to the side and was licking her kitty with expert strokes. Honey's hands reached out clenching for something that wasn't there. For a brief moment, Honey's eyes opened, locked onto mine as she spoke.

"Fury."

I stepped forward helping Phoenix from her shirt as I kissed the back of her neck. Honey kissed her lips. I helped Phoenix remove her pants as the two collapsed back on the floor. My heart thumped in my chest, my sex in my pants. I slowly removed my clothes watching their sweet interlock. The vision of Honey's pretty nipples and rounded ass in a thong warmed me more. Soon Phoenix's incredible Double D tits were unleashed, her incredible chocolate nipples harder and perky against Honey's lips. Their kissing and stroking was a hypnotic dance. Kneeling, I kissed Honey's lips as she struggled to remove what was left of her clothing.

"Yeah baby. Give me that tongue." I sucked Honey's tongue from her mouth then shared the taste with Phoenix. Phoenix laid back against the floor, my mouth finally taking an overflowing mouthful of her tits. I sucked her nipples as she moaned and squirmed.

"Eat that pussy, Fury." Honey cheered. My mouth kissed down Phoenix's body, her smooth skin dancing under my lips. I traced her mound with my warm mouth, teased her lips. Her hands grabbed my head massaging, urging as I kissed her sex. Her pout lips moist with her juice opened and welcomed me to her clit. I licked slowly then sucked slow all to the narration by Honey Rider.

"Yeah Fury, she likes that. Suck that clit, baby. OOoh, y'all look so sexy. Mmm feel his mouth on you Phoenix. Oh yes! Lick those pussy lips." Honey panted.

With Honey's sexy voice luring me, I reached into the bag and strapped on an XL. Phoenix's closed eyes winced only slightly as I introduced myself to her temple then entered slowly.

"Give it to her, baby. Oooh work that ass." Phoenix's warm kat held me tightly as I stroked her slowly. Her breasts bounced as I thrust. A low slow moan escaped her lips. She nodded with each thrust her hands gripped my triceps as we experienced each other for the first time.

Looking up I watched Honey naked sedate on the edge of the bed, her hand caressed herself around her nipples and slowly between her thighs. Phoenix's grunts grew, her mouth biting her bottom lip. My knees scraped against the carpet hard as our limbs flailed trying not to bump into furniture.

"Let's get on the bed." I said removing myself from Phoenix's wet pussy and helping her to her feet and onto the bed where Honey immediately grabbed her.

Their kisses were hot wet and sloppy. Urgent licks. Honey reached over sucking Phoenix's taste from my mouth. Not happy with the watered down version her face found solace between Phoenix's legs. She licked, played and sucked. My hands caressed Honey's ass as her tongue caressed Phoenix's kat. Mouths and tongues, hands and arms, feet and legs entangled on the bed.

I grabbed Honey's leg, spun her to the side then urged Phoenix on all fours. Phoenix assumed the position and with a look over her shoulder, motioned me to come get it. I plowed deep in her without aplomb, subtlety or kindness. I found the deep end of her tunnel and reached for more. Oops! I was suppose to be easy with her. I slowed as we fucked doggystyle. Phoenix's groan telling me to slow up, but her gyrating hips urged more. She backed up hard against me.

"Yeah fuck her Fury. Fuck her. ooooh"Honey smiled as she caressed Phoenix's head and face.

Looking over I watched in the mirrored closet doors as Phoenix swallowed me whole inside her then moaned as I occasionally went too deep. Phoenix's healthy tits bounced with each stroke, her caramel skin glistened with sweat. I pulled myself from Phoenix, angled Honey's round ass toward my dick and plunged deep inside her.

"UUUGGGGHHHHH" She grunted as I felt the tight clasp of her warm kitty against my dick. I watched the mirror again as we fucked. Phoenix rubbed her back, kissed her lips as I felt Honey's soft tunnel make way for me. Coming to my senses, I quickly switched condoms and returned to business.

Phoenix watched as she brushed Honey's hair from her face.

"Ooh yeah Fury, She's been wanting that dick all night. Give it to her, baby. OOh yeah Fury" Phoenix's tits bounced with each thrust I gave Honey. I made several failed attempts to suck them while I was inside Honey. Sensory overload. I wanted it all at once from the two sexy well endowed women who weren't concerned about the bullshit of the world, just pleasing themselves, each other and me. Honey's moans grew to screams as we worked each other.

It was well past 3am, surely there was a neighbor that was awakened pissed or intrigued. Maybe a female next door who was awakened by the screams of passion, quickly aroused, who stroked herself to the moans of "YES! Fuck me! Give it to her! Shit yes this feels good" until she fell asleep.

After a brief break to crack a window (so much for noise reduction) and get a glass of water. We returned to the order at hand.

"Let me ride that dick." Honey clawed my leg as we settled on the floor in front of the mirrored closet.

"Come sit on my face so I can eat you while she rides me"I stared at Phoenix.

"Yeah, come on Phoenix"

"No, I wanna watch this shit!"Phoenix laid down, her head under her chin as if watching her favorite film. Of course knowing Phoenix, this was her favorite spectacle.

Honey's athletic legs straddled mine. Her face registered relief as she took me into her. Chills shot up my back as she bounced, gyrated and rode me. My hands clamped around her exquisite ass as she fucked me. She fucked me HARD. Her screams echoed throughout the room as we bounced. Her pussy clamped me, milking hard, her ass pumped against me as I watched her body in the mirror. Her arms hooked around my sweating neck for leverage as she shook her body back and forth, me deep within her.

"OH! OH OH! OH! OH! YES! YES! YES! YES!"Honey screamed.

"GOTTTDAMMMMMNN!"Phoenix smiled from the bed, her face barely a foot from mine I bent over and kissed her quickly before Honey pulled my head back to her demanding full attention as she gyrated her drenching kitty onto my dick. My thighs were wet with sweat and pussy juice as she let out a loud moan ad collapsed back against the floor.

"That was sexy as hell."Phoenix smiled with a dreamy drunken look on her face. Honey took a position next to her on the bed as they caressed each other. I sat in the desk chair watching, my stiff dick in my hand. Watching. Enjoying the nude brown nipples, firm asses and pretty faces. My dick throbbed bobbing as I sat watching them kiss. Honey sucked on Phoenix's nipples then stopped as if remembering...

"Bring it to me."She commanded. I stood, walked to the edge of the bed, my hard ebony tool inches from her face. Honey gripped my dick with her small warm hand and placed it between her lips. Her technique was a masterwork; tongue, hands all working in concert. I watched amazed as a chill went up my spine then was sucked out of me by her strong but delicate suction. Phoenix watched closely, her face within 2 feet of the show.

"Damn that looks good. Shit I know that feels good." Phoenix smiled. With her lower lip extended by the weight of my dick and her tongue still touching the tip, Honey Rider shifted my manhood to Phoenix as an offering. Phoenix took me into her mouth without hesitation. Her mouth sucked me in, her tongue bounced and fluttered sending chill upon chill up my back then her hands worked the shaft as her mouth worked the head and beyond. I was at the mercy of two masters and I could only hope I didn't collapse.

Phoenix offered it back to Honey who took me in and worked me well. Loud suction sounds erupted, saliva swirled.

"mmmmm ugghhhh" I groaned. Then Honey shifted me back to Phoenix.

"I like how you do it. I like how it looks in your mouth. You do it better." Honey moaned.

"Shit, you were hot." Phoenix complimented her as she took my dick and worked a stroke that made my knees buckle. Her mouth expanded wide to take the head in as her hands stroked in opposite directions using the spit as lube.

"DAMN Fury you must be in heaven right now!" My head was in the clouds. I was floating looking down at two fine women with plump lips passing me back and forth like water in the desert. Lucky? Hell no! I was blessed. My knees began to buckle. I pulled back and collapsed into the chair.

"Y'all can't do that with me standing up!" I panted.

Honey laid back on the bed. Her head spinning no doubt from the liquor and the activity. I held my man in my hand staring at Phoenix's face, her plump tits, her soft firm ass. My eyebrow cocked to her as an invitation to jump on my throbbing manhood.

"I can't even fuck with you." She panted. The liquor, the hot bedroom and the activity quickly taking it's toll on her. She rolled back against a pillow covering herself with a sheet.

The room was a shambles. Condom wrappers, clothes, bags all strewn around the room. The mini-stereo still playing at high volume. The heat in the room slowly escaped from the window that let in the icy chill from outside. Phoenix and Honey lay crumpled and sexy, drunken and exhausted, pleased and abused in the ransacked bed. I clutched the glass of room temperature water took a sip staring at my sweaty naked body as I walked out of the room dimming the lights as I left.

I sat on the couch butt naked, the low flicker of a late night program on the television. There were men everywhere who wished they experienced this with these two women. I sipped the water slowly. There were men everywhere who would never get this. I stood and walked to the bedroom doorway and watched my two sleeping beauties. Their nude parts slightly uncovered in scattered sheets. Was this the end? Am I last man standing?

We weren't quite done yet...

I Want Candy

Candy and I flirted as often was possible in college. She had the sweet demeanor of the one you could bring home to mom, but the devilish smile of the one that would talk the dirtiest behind closed doors. Each time my self esteem told me that she just wasn't seriously interested. Although, her small frame, chocolate skin, perky tits and round firm ass walking across campus was always a reminder that I really wanted to get to know her. One day, while at a mutual friend's, she even went so bold as to sit on my lap.

"Ouch!" She jumped in the air. "You stabbed me!"She screamed. Had I grown an enormous hard on that fast? I checked my pocket as she rubbed her ass. In my pocket was my sword like letter opener. Oops, I forgot I tucked that in there after opening some mail. She shook her head at me and sat on the floor.

And that's how it went. One step forward, three steps back. The entire four years of college. Candy was the one that got away. A couple of years after graduation, we eventually linked up again thanks to that same mutual friend. We chatted on AOL (old school AOL was like Myspace back then) and arranged a date.

"Don't stab her in the ass this time, Fury!"My friend scolded me.

The first date went well and ended with a slow kiss. Her soft lips caressed mine, her tongue warm and supple slid across my tongue, the heat rose in the room and we finally parted.

"That was years in the making. I think I just got a chill." She smiled as she hopped in her car and drove away. I stood in the street watching her tail lights get smaller. I couldn't let her get away again.

On the phone, on IM and in private chat rooms our conversations would begin innocently then fall quickly into sexual innuendo and preferences. Candy had a problem with climaxing. She just couldn't do it. I told her it was the norm, many women can't cum. She assured me that the issue wasn't her, it was her partners. I listened closely, my manhood growing stiff as she brought herself to the brink by rubbing her clit.

"Mmmmm, yeah it's slippery. Oooooh, I'm feeling the tingles. Ahhh my nipples are hard."Candy purred into the phone. Then she stopped and challenged me, dared me to finally be a man and seal the deal with her.

So one night after watching a pay per view wrestling event (of all things) we retired to my parents' dusty basement and listened to old school slow jams. Her big brown eyes fluttered to mine and soon our lips were together, our tongues sliding across the others. My hands softly caressed her face then her neck then cupped her firm perky breasts. Like the good bad little girl she was, Candy spread her legs just slightly, giving me a lane. My hand slid up her soft calf and into the darkness that was her denim skirt. Her smooth thighs were just as warm as her mouth. I found the warm spot between her legs covered only by the thin layer of her cotton panties and massaged. Her lips parted into a smile as we kissed. The soul sounds of the 70s rocked us into a sensual state.

Her shirt & bra found the floor. My mouth found her hard nipples and sucked softly. My tongue flicked them, I watched as they bounced back to my tongue like a returned tennis serve. My fingers guided her thong from her moist lips as she lay back and hummed with excitement. Soon my lips found her warm thigh. The smallest of pecks upward, the tiniest of licks in the crevice between her thigh and her womanhood. The one that got away was within my grasp. My tongue sliced and arc across her moist twat then found more moistness. Her erect clit bobbed against my tongue and soon I was strumming her. Her mouth humming a tune of inaudible words. I lifted my head leaving her wanting more.

Candy was challenged. She tore at my pants, removed my manhood from my boxers and but for a brief wide-eyed look at it, she quickly opened wide and engulfed the head in her small mouth. Slowly she licked around and around the shaft. Her eyes watched me for reaction. I stared back at her. The one that got away was giving me head...marginally good head. Hmmmm. She licked it slowly around like an ice cream cone. Her small hand holding the shaft partially in her grip. Soft, slow strokes with her warm mouth...but alas, my dick isn't an ice cream cone so all the light small licks were having little effect.

Commanding an end to this light blow play, I pulled a condom from the wrapper and slid it across the length of my erection. At her request I gave her a towel, which she balled up and placed underneath her warm pussy. Candy let out a long chilling moan as I slowly entered her from behind. I rocked slowly inside her. The towel rubbed against her clit. The small couch interrupted my strokes, the towel interrupted what was normally a reach around clit stroking. No good.

"Get on top." I commanded.

I sat back as Candy straddled my body. Her pussy moist and tight, expanded, opening to make room for my dick. Her slender brown legs relaxed, her knees clamped on either side of me as she lowered herself onto me. My thumbs rubbed her erect nipples as she took more and more of me into her. She lifted slowly and looked down at me inside of her.

"I don't think I'll have a problem cumming."She smiled as she slowly lowered herself again.

"Why not?"I bit my bottom lip as my hands cupped her round ass.

"You...your size...you have a very nice dick...a nice size...filling up my pussy"She purred. The dirty words leaving her pretty, innocent mouth gave my dick power. She lowered herself faster getting a rhythm. Lifting her small frame, I moved over to give us room in these cramped quarters. The condom (long before I found the benefits of Magnum XLs) was starting to constrict against my skin. I was slowly losing sensation. Her tight pussy was still very comfortable. I grabbed her ass and took control from the bottom. She gyrated with my coaxing. My dick massaging deeper inside her.

"Now we're getting somewhere."I smiled.

Vroooooom! My parents' car pulled into the driveway like the batmobile into the bat cave.

WHAT THE FUCK!!?

Candy hopped off of me, her pussy making a slight pucker sound as it released me. In seconds flat she had her bra and shirt back on while I changed the music to the first station I could find. A Snoop Dogg song pounded from the speakers. Candy looked at me, I back at her. Disappointed.

I walked Candy to her car after she smiled and made innocent for my parents.

"I can feel the wind."She said wide eyed.

"Yeah, it's a little windy out."

"No. I..can..feel..the wind. In me!"She explained. "I didn't have time to put my thong back on. You left me kinda open down there. When the wind blows, it feels like a wind tunnel."

"ummm..sorry."

"No, it's ok. I'm..whoa...that breeze just blew right in me."Her eyes gaped. "We really should've tried this in school. More alone time. More space."She smiled and kissed me fully on the lips.

I watched her tail lights get smaller as I stood in the street. Somehow wishing she stayed a fantasy. Or was I hoping I had the guts to capture her long before...

My name is Fury, the first opportunity isn't always the best to get the one that got away.