Love Knows No Color

She did a little shimmy with her hips and I was inside her. Just the tip actually, as I'd heard her gasp as I entered.

"Von, you OK baby?" I asked with concern in my voice. I know I am large, and some women have trouble accepting my length and girth.

Shavonda smiled under me, and said, "I'm more than OK baby. You feel great. I've wanted this for a long time."

She started to move her hips underneath me, pulling me a little deeper with each thrust. I started to meet her thrusts with my own, and soon I was all the way inside, my balls slapping her asscheeks every time I thrust into her. She was tight, and I could feel her muscles clenching around me as they got used to my size. I took it slow and gentle, stopping when I got close to coming. I was walking the edge again. Shavonda wrapped her legs around my ass and started to pull me deeper inside her with her legs. I could feel her heels hitting my asscheeks and realized she STILL hadn't taken those red heels off. I could see her tits bouncing as I thrust into her, and I still had her scent in my nose driving me crazy. I had to see those shoes, heels pointed in the air as I plundered her depths, so I told her," Spread your legs, baby, and let me see those shoes." She did, and I bent her knees up to her bouncing chocolate breasts. The shoes were right in my face and I had to resist the urge to stop and take them off her feet and suck those adorable brown toes right then and there. I thrust into her like that a little while, her moans telling me she was enjoying this. Three times I went right to the edge and stopped. I had also brought Shavonda over the edge at least once, it was hard to tell as she kept clenching me with her pussy muscles. It felt great, better than any sex I'd ever had before. And seeing the difference in our skin tones in the candlelight was a large part of the attraction.

I could tell she was getting close to another orgasm. She pulled her legs out from under me and wrapped them around my ass again, pulling me deeper. I was getting close to the point of no return.

So, I asked her, "Von, baby are you ready to come?"

"I want to be on top," she said. When your queen wants to ride you what can you do? I stopped my thrusting, pulled her body close to me, and rolled us over. Shavonda pulled her legs up as we rolled, and there we were, Shavonda on her knees happily straddling me, bouncing up and down as she slid back and forth on my overstimulated dick.

I grabbed her hips to stop her, but she said breathlessly," Jason, let it go. You've earned it. Ohhh gawwd, I'm coming. Jason, come with me. Come in my pussy."

Her moans had turned to growls. She was still riding me like a bucking bronco, and I was lifting myself off the bed meeting her thrust for thrust. Those luscious brown titties were bouncing in my face, and I wrapped an arm around her pulling her down on top of me as I thrust into her for all I was worth. I could feel her walls clenching around me, trying to milk me of all I had. A nipple was right in my face so I took it into my mouth, sucking it like there was no tomorrow. Shavonda was in the throes of her orgasm, and I couldn't take any more. My ass cheeks were clenched, my toes were curled, I was holding her tight and thrusting into her like a madman. The pressure was too much. I let go, flooding her pussy with my sperm. She collapsed on top of me, spent. I was worn out and couldn't move. I lay there, softening, as her pussy muscles milked me of every drop.

We lay like that, catching our breath, for a good long while. I softened, but didn't slip out of her right away.

"I never want to let him go," she said. "Boy where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

"I didn't fuck," I said, "We made love. I've been saving up all that passion for the right one. I guess you're it."

She raised up off me, absently stroking my hair. She smiled with those beautiful eyes glistening in the flickering light. Was that a tear I just saw roll down her cheek?

"What time you gotta be at work?" she asked.

"5 am," I replied. "Monday morning."

"Does that mean you don't want to leave now that you're done?"

"Von, baby, I never want to leave your side. But I will stay as long as you want me to."

"Good, Jason. Because I want you here with me as much as possible. I need you to be my king. You've claimed your queen. Thank you for taking a chance with me."

She leaned down and gave me a long, passionate kiss, then raised up off me, breasts jiggling as she moved.

"I need to taste you," she purred. "I need to taste us. Mixed together. Swirl is my favorite flavor."

With that she lifted off my still semi-hard dick. It slipped out of her with a plop, followed by a stream of cum that ran down her inner thigh, shimmering in the candlelight. She rubbed a finger against her thigh, gathering what juice she could, then inserted it in her mouth and sucked it clean. She bent down and took my dick in her mouth once again.

"Mmmmm. We taste good together."

I was filled with desire at that point. I had never before gone down on a woman I'd just come in before. Never had the desire. But this was no woman, this was my queen. So, I ordered her, "Turn around and straddle my face. I want to taste, too."

"You sure, Jason, honey?"

"Yes, dammit. Now park that pussy over my mouth."

She turned around and swung a leg over my head, straddling me, never taking her mouth off me. Her inner thighs and push shone with sweat and the remnants of our lovemaking. I pulled a pillow under my head and proceeded to bury my face in her most intimate area. Her scent was different now. It was no longer her scent; it was our scent. I didn't care. I Stuck out my tongue and proceeded to lap up as much juice as I could find. All the while it continued to seep out of her orifice. The taste was not objectionable. As a matter of fact, it was a bit of a turn on, having my face buried in the darkest pussy I'd ever seen, feeling her moan as I lapped her, feeling the vibrations of her moans on my dick as she bobbed her head on it. 69 was a position that I'd always liked but never got much of.

Obviously, that wasn't going to be a problem with Shavonda.

We fed off each other's genitals, not quite sated, but not getting near orgasm, until we just about fell asleep with our faces buried in each other's crotches. At some point, we disentangled ourselves, and drifted off in a spoon position. Her ample ass pressed into my crotch, my arm across her body and my hand cupping a tit.

Eventually I woke up, dick in her ass crack, with a raging boner. I rubbed it up and down her crack feeling her wiggle back and moan in response.

"Von. Are you awake?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered sleepily.

"You want to go again?" I asked. She sat upright and looked at me in wonder.

"All that and you still have some left in you?" she asked.

"I can't help it. You do that to me. I've never met another woman like you. From the first time I heard your voice, you turned me on. Just the thought of you turned me on. Now that I am here, I can't sleep unless I have you again."

"Wanna hit it from behind this time? I've got something to hang onto."

"Of course. Matter of fact, that's what woke me up, your beautiful booty rubbing against my dick."

She turned around, head down, ass in the air, and offered herself to me. With one hand on her hip, I guided myself into her with the other hand. She felt good and tight as I worked my way in. I started to thrust into her, hands on her hips, watching her booty shake every time I bottomed out. soon she was thrusting back at me, matching me movement for movement as my balls slapped off her pussy. I could feel the rhythmic pulses of her walls around my rod as I gave it to her. I walked it right up to the edge of orgasm then backed off.

"Oh shit, Jason. You're hitting spots I never knew I had. I have never had anything this deep inside me before." And she came on my dick, Again.

I stopped, not wanting to go over the edge just yet. While I was resting, she reached into the bed stand and pulled out a tube of something. She reached back, pulled my dick out of her pussy and squirted the tube on it, rubbing a gooey substance up and down my shaft and over the head. She then guided me back down to insert me...in her ass.

"Are you sure, Von?" I asked, amazed at this incredible woman.

"No limits," she said. "Remember? This night is about you. Just please be gentle."

She pushed her body back into mine, and I felt her give a little. I gently thrust towards her, applying more pressure, hearing her sharp intake of breath.

"You sure you're OK with this?" I asked. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Just give me a minute to relax my muscles. Take it slow and be gentle. Let me control the motion and we'll be fine," she said, adding "I want to share everything with you. No limits. My body is yours. I want this. I want you. I think I love you."

I waited until she rocked her way back a little more. She was tight back there, tighter than anywhere I'd ever been. And she was taking it like a trooper. It took a while, but eventually she had me worked all the way in. She started thrusting back at me.

"You can start humping. Be gentle, and don't hold back." Her hand found her clit, and she rubbed herself towards an orgasm as I slid in and out of her. "Oh Shit, Jason. I'm getting close. Are you close baby?"

"Yes," I said. You are so tight I want to come right now."

"Don't hold back baby," she moaned. "Come with me. Come in my ass."

I could feel the pulsating beginnings of her orgasm. It felt a bit weird not to be inserted into her juicy hole when she went over the edge. Her sphincter muscle clenched too, making it harder to push into her. Damn she was tight back there. I rode her through her orgasm before I could take no more and released my load inside her. My orgasm was not as strong this time, probably because of the two intense orgasms I'd had earlier in the night, but it was still pleasant. Not earth shattering, but still good. I think I was too worried about ripping something inside her to really let myself go. At any rate, I came inside her and collapsed, exhausted on top of her back.

We both lay there on our bellies, me on top of her, until I softened and slipped out of her. I rolled off to her side.

"Jason, boo, can you move? Can you make it to the bathroom? We've got to clean up."

"I think so. My legs are still shaking and my toes curled, but I think I can stand."

We staggered to the shower, where we lovingly soaped each other up and just enjoyed the feel of our hands roaming the other's body. No limits. No pressure. Just the soft pleasure of soapy body parts in the afterglow. I could get used to this. I want to get used to this. I think she does too.

We toweled each other off, and crawled into bed.

I kissed her and told her, "Von, you are one amazing woman. I think I am in love. Even if we'd never gone to bed I would still be in love with you. I am so glad you told me not to let our race get in the way. I have found my queen."

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"I am so glad you feel that way. I have many things planned for you, for us. I fell in love with you on the phone. I agonized on how to get you to take this a step further. I have no regrets."

We fell asleep in each other's arms, in the middle of a rainstorm with the power out, arms around each other and my head buried in her breasts.

To be continued...

Shavonda is a composite of several black women I have dated. The events depicted in this story, and the ones to follow, are based upon real events in my life. Some artistic license has been taken (I couldn't resist adding a couple of inches to my length) but overall the story remains true to my experiences. In particular, Mz Sam, whom I have loved for 17 years and lived with for 8, and who taught a jaded man true love actually exists, is the inspiration for this story.