Marie and I had a great sex life. We made love several times a week, and both of us enjoyed ourselves. My very thick cock filled her tight, slippery pussy to the max. If there was one downside, I didn’t get a lot of head. Marie had a pretty small mouth, and she just couldn’t fit my dick in there. She would lick up and down the shaft sometimes, but it was just not the same. I know it frustrated her as well, because she wanted to please me in every way possible.
I had fantasy dreams about her deep throating me. I know she could do it, if my cock was a bit thinner. She had teased me several times with bananas, and other phallic food. My cock was growing fat, thinking about it and watching her finger her clit of the video monitor.
Marie was partially reclined on a couch in the corner of the main living room. Her dress had a high slit, and she had pushed it up and over. She was slowly rubbing her clit, while looking around the room at the rest of the guests in various states of undress and action. The look on Marie’s face was a mixture of pleasure, fear, amazement, and curiosity.
A tall black man was standing behind Marie, and he was gently rubbing her shoulders. He had a build similar to the Swimmers, but his shoulders were not as broad. He looked like he could play a mean game of basketball, with his long arms and big hands. Meagan walked up behind him, stood on her tippy toes and whispered in his ear. He looked over his shoulder at her, smiled and nodded.
“Who is the man behind Marie?” I asked Nate.
“They call him the Forward. Used to play college ball, messed up his knee before he could go pro.” Nate replied.
I watched as the Forward made his way around the couch and stood next to where Marie was sitting. He had on biker style shorts, and I could see his cock snaking down his leg. His dark ebony skin was a stark contrast to Marie’s milky flesh. He rubbed the upper part of her left arm, and then worked his hand down to hers. The Forward took Marie’s small hand and brought it up to the bulge in his shorts. With her right hand still massaging her own clit, and her left on his penis bulge, Marie looked up at him and smiled.
“My name is Marie.” She said.
“They call me the Forward.”
“You must have been a basketball player.”
“Yes ma’am.” He replied. “Meagan tells me this is your first party.”
“That is correct. I’m still a bit overwhelmed, but I am having fun.”
“Is there anything I can do, to help you relax?” the Forward asked.
Marie thought for a moment. She knew John had said to relax and enjoy herself. She trusted him to not be angry, if she followed his suggestion. “My hand is starting to cramp a little. Do you think you could take over for me down here?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
The Forward sat down on the couch next to Marie. He slid his large dark hand up her ivory thigh, and began massaging her pussy lips. Marie bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and sighed. His strong hands were working her lips in a slow rhythmic pattern, using the already flowing love juices to lubricate them.
“This would be better if you could spread your legs apart. Can I take your dress off?” He asked.
“Yes.”
The Forward reached behind Marie’s neck and untied the halter top of her dress. She stood up, and he slowly worked the dress down her body and over her hips, taking his time to caress her smooth skin. The dress was the only clothes she had on, so she sank back into the couch, and spread her legs apart. The Forward began to work the outside of her pussy again. Marie closed her eyes and relaxed into his touch.
Using the outer two of his fingers, the Forward opened Marie’s pussy lips. He put his large flat thumb on her slit and began to rub slowly. Marie tossed her head back in pleasure. She was always more horny after her first orgasm, so after her time with John earlier, Marie was ready to explode. After a couple of minutes, the Forward quickened the pace of his thumb. He also slid his two middle fingers into Marie’s pussy. They entered easily and smoothly, as her juices were readily flowing. With his thumb making circles on her clit, and his long fingers drawing back and forth over her G spot, Marie was in heaven. Her thighs started to tremble, and she moaned deeply as an orgasm began to build. The Forward slowly increase his rhythm to match the motion of Marie’s hips. She pulled her thighs up and out.
“Fuck! I am cumming!!” Marie gasped. Her whole body visibly tensed and the Forward kept his hand going. “FUCK!!!” After a minute Marie’s body relaxed. The Forward stopped moving his hand, but left his fingers in her pussy.
A couple minutes of silence passed. The Forward gently ran his free hand over Marie’s
silky skin, which had a fine patina of perspiration on it.
“That…was…amazing. Thank you.” She finally said.
“You are welcome.” He replied.
“Your cock looks pretty nice in those shorts. I bet it looks better out of them. May I see it?” Marie asked.
“Of course.”
The Forward stood up. Marie sat up, and took his waistband in her small hands. She carefully slid the tight shorts over his bulge and dropped them to the floor. The Forward stepped out of them. His long dark cock hung down. The skin of the shaft was as dark as night, and the head was the color of milk chocolate. It looked to be a little shorter than the Swimmer’s cock, but a touch fatter. It was nowhere near as fat as my dick though.
Marie took the cock in both of her hands. Some of the long shaft and all the head stuck out passed her petite hands.
She licked her lips and said, “Let me see if I can please you now.”
I was excited to see what Marie could do. I had long dreamt of her blowjobs, and now I would witness it.