"So, do you want to go out tonight?" The question came from Tilda Martin and was directed to Laci Hadock as the 21-year-old and 18-year-old started down Main Street of Lakeville, heading for Rusty Barr's cabin.
"I wouldn't mind sharing a drink or two this afternoon," the high school senior replied. "It's a long time until 8 o'clock."
After Tilda had purchased some wine coolers and a bottle of wine, the hot black girls headed toward the cabin. Recent rains made the going slow, but they both took advantage by drinking as much as they could. By the time they got to the cabin, they were downright giggly. They shared conversation about numerous topics, with men and sex leading the way.
Matt Givens, the sexy new Lakeville coach, was the topic for much of the talk, and Laci steered clear of admitting they had been fucking, even though she wanted badly to let Tilda in on her secret. Tilda mentioned she had met Matt for the first time at the college and had seen him again at the Homecoming parade and game. She admitted she thought he was very good looking. There was no discussion of what took place after the game.
Tilda had built a fire because of the chilly October day and both were sitting very close to it, and each other.
"My jeans are terribly wet," Tilda said, "I think you must've splashed me when you stepped in that puddle outside." The college senior playfully pushed Laci to the rug near the fire, and then stood up and did a somewhat dramatic striptease in front of the high schooler. She threw off her oversized sweatshirt to reveal a tight, cutoff T-shirt and no bra.
The bottoms of her tan breasts were barely visible, and Laci's eyes quickly moved away from them to Tilda's bellybutton ring. Further down, only skimpy bikini panties were left between Laci's eyes and Tilda's hot black girl.
"C'mon, your turn," Tilda said to Laci. "The fire feels good on my...on my..." the hot black girls laughed as Tilda's voice trailed off before finishing the sentence. Laci was next to strip, leaving herself in only a matching lacy yellow bra and panty set. Her breasts were too large for the bra and were barely held in.
Tilda's mouth watered. "You've grown up so much since junior high," Tilda said. "And I mean you've grown up well." The hot black girls shared a few more laughs and a few more drinks of the bottle of wine. Tilda confessed to having a crush on the younger Laci, and Laci admitted she had always wanted to be like Tilda.
"No," Tilda said, "I mean a crush. Like, I like you. Wanted you."
"Sexually?" Laci asked, her hot black girl starting to heat up.
"Sexually," Tilda responded. "It's been a dream for awhile."
"With me or in general?" Laci asked.
"With you. I've done it with others. I'm talking about you."
"You've done it with other hot black girls? For how long?" Laci inquired.
"Oh, since I was a freshman in college. it was a kind kinda like the thing to do right off the bat, that is, if you've already been with a guy. it was a kind like, OK, you're in college now. If you haven't gotten laid, now is the time to do it, and if you have, now is the time to experiment with women. I dunno, really. But it's fun."
"So...you do it often?" Laci asked, trying not to be too pushy.
"Occasionally," Tilda replied. "The partner makes all the difference. I've only had two, and they've both been great."
"But it doesn't make you a lesbian, does it?" Laci asked, hoping the answer would be no.
"Not at all," Tilda said smiling. "I still like a hard cock. But this," she said, moving closer to Laci and then closer still, "is a nice change."
With that, Tilda began massaging Laci's thigh, up and down, just as Matt had the first night on the school bus. Tilda moved to the senior's shoulders, caressing, massaging, kneading them, and she slipped her hands around Laci's waist and began caressing her hot ass through the panties. She didn't kiss her; she didn't want to yet. She wanted to see Laci's expression and reaction. The high school hot black girls' breasts told her all she needed to know. They were jutting out, pressing against the yellow lacy bra that barely could contain them. Tilda began grinding her panties into Laci's; still their mouths didn't meet. Finally, Laci realized this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not. And, God, she wanted it. Laci gave in and finally came closer. Her face seemed to grow until Tilda couldn't see anything else, until all she could see were Laci's brown eyes. At last she felt their full lips touch, and Tilda's eyes finally closed as the long-awaited kiss finally occurred.
"Please," Laci's whisper was almost inaudible. "Please keep touching me." The college senior obliged, cupping the high school senior's breast with her hand, squeezing it gently, and she kissed Laci once more. This time their full lips parted, and the kiss took them beyond mere friendship to an intimacy Tilda had only dreamed of.
Tilda then moved back a bit and slid her half shirt off and tossed it aside. She then moved in closer, unhooked Laci's bra from the back and let it fall away. Their panties came next, Tilda removing hers and then, after gesturing Laci to stand up, she removed the high school senior's.
Now four hands touched four naked breasts amid kisses and hugs. And the kisses moved from full lips to cheeks, from necks to shoulders, from arms to hands to fingers, and then to the breasts beneath the fingers. Gasps and sighs were exchanged as full lips discovered the taste of nipples, and fingers tangled in brown hair. Tilda's hand was the first to dare straying between a pair of thighs not her own, to find the hidden moistness there. A moment later she felt Laci's palm press against her own mound. Sighs gave way to moans as friends shared new secrets. Legs moved to make room for questing fingers, which moved gently, tentatively at first, then more quickly as they grew wet with their spiraling passion. After Tilda and Laci had brought each other to long, shuddering orgasms, Tilda put her fingers, still sticky from Laci's hot black girl, to her lips.
One smell, one taste, and Tilda knew what she was going to do next. Staring into her friend's eyes, Tilda put her fingers in her mouth, one after another, and slowly shifted her position. When Tilda was sure that Laci knew what she intended, she lowered her head and planted a kiss full on her hot black girl. Laci whimpered softly. Her thighs parted, opening her sex like a flower. And the taste of her was outside anything Tilda had ever imagined. Taking a deep breath, Tilda proceeded to kiss and taste every secret part of Laci that she could reach.
"Tilda?" whispered Laci, and Tilda looked up with a start. "Oh, please don't stop, that feels so wonderful, but..."
"What, Laci?"
"I want to have my tongue in your hot black girl, too," Laci replied. They settled down on their sides, each with her upper leg cast over the other's body. Tilda felt a hot breath tickle her nest, followed by a timid kiss, then another, then a less timid kiss that lingered. A soft tongue spread her full lips and searched until it found her clitoris, forcing an "ahhhhh" in response. From the tiny button, Laci kissed all down the smooth wet furrow to the secret entrance below, and then, stretching to reach, slipped her tongue inside.
Tilda had all but forgotten about Matt by now. At first she didn't think Laci would go through with having sex with her, and when she found out she would, she almost wished she hadn't invited the coach.
But she had, and then she thought of last night, and how hot he was, and she got wetter by the second thinking of the three of them together. She was hoping Laci would agree to that small scenario as well. Laci's voice that breathed, "Tilda... oh, Tilda...," as Tilda brought her to another orgasm.
A moment later it was a kind Tilda who cried out softly as she came, her hips bucking to press herself hard against Laci's hidden face. They collapsed and cuddled together, sharing soft kisses for a long while until the conversation turned to the coach.
"I spent the night with him last night," Tilda confessed, anxiously awaiting the high school hot black girl's reaction. "And I know you've been with him, too. I don't know your involvement, and I don't want to interrupt anything you have going with him. I just wanted his hard penis so much."
Had she not been so fulfilled by Tilda's tongue, Laci might have been pissed off. She handled it very well, and the pair continued talking, comparing their sexual activities with the coach.
"I have a surprise for you," Tilda said after a few minutes. "I've invited him here today. To be with you; to be with us."
Laci's face went flush as she listened to Tilda tell of the plan she and Matt made the night before.
"He's going to come?" Laci asked.
"Yes, and he's going to cum," Tilda replied, and the hot black girls shared a giggle.
Within 30 minutes the coach was there, inside, and the three of them were naked on the rug in front of the fireplace. Tilda looked on as Matt settled down between Laci's thighs, pausing to take each breast into his mouth, which caused Laci to moan until he silenced her with another kiss.
Laci reached between them and stroked his rigid limb before guiding it to her hot black girl, still wet from her lovemaking with Tilda. Matt slid smoothly into his high school cheerleader, neither quickly nor slowly, and Laci sucked in her breath in a long gasp, her eyes widening as they stared into his. Matt's eyes closed and he fell gently onto Laci. As his hips began rocking, Laci closed her eyes. She was full of him now, and he paused for one long, wonderful moment to savor the feeling of their bodies merged.
It was, understandably, not long at all before Matt's breathing and movements meant he was about to cum. As he withdrew his massive penis from Laci's depth, a long jet arced out to land on her thigh. Tilda grabbed the bucking shaft and captured it with her mouth, holding it there as Matt gasped out his orgasm.
"I wish I'd done that," said Laci, as Tilda licked the last creamy drops from her leg. "I know how good he tastes."
"Let me remind you," Tilda answered, and she kissed Laci, letting her taste the love juice that she had wanted to feel inside her. It didn't take long for the coach to become hard again. Seeing the 22-year-old make out with the 18-year-old, their tan bodies entangled with one another, was enough to make a dead man hard. When the kiss ended, Tilda panted, "Matt, you left something unfinished here."
"What?" the coach replied.
"You haven't made Laci come yet," Tilda said. "Wouldn't you like to taste her?"
"Does she taste anything like you?" Matt asked.
"Better," said Tilda, which made Laci blush.
"Let's see," the coach said. Matt leaned over Laci, who obligingly parted her legs. As she felt his full lips and tongue lead her down the road to ecstasy, she reached out to stroke Tilda's breasts. Tilda responded by kneeling next to Matt to suck on Laci's nipples. Laci's hand found its way to Tilda's hot black girl, and Tilda's hand reached beneath Matt to fondle what she found there.
This proved awkward, and Tilda had a better idea. Lying on her back next to Laci, she wriggled around until she was staring up at Matt's cock, and then drew her knees up to her chest, presenting her hot black girl to Laci. After some shifting around to find comfortable positions, Tilda set forth to coax Matt's penis back to life as he explored Laci's hot black girl with his fingers and tongue, while Laci made a similar exploration of Tilda.
By the time Laci came, Tilda had a very stiff penis in her mouth, which she removed to say, "He's hard again, would you like a turn?"
Laci said she would, so they switched places and Laci found herself staring at Matt's lovely cock, the one she'd worshipped so many times before. But she was up to the task again. As Matt tasted Tilda, Laci licked at his penis tentatively, chasing it around with her tongue. She finally took it in her hand to hold it still, and her touch coaxed pearly drops from the tip. These she used it as lubrication, and soon her hand moved slickly back and forth around the fleshy pole. After a few more licks, she aimed the head between her full lips and devoured it.
Matt's penis pulsed as he felt his Laci's full lips close around it. After several minutes of this, Matt was ready to get laid again. Tilda eyed the prone Matt, climbed on top of him, straddled his hips and mounted him. She did all the work while Matt moaned like a with pleasure and Laci watched them, first from the front, then from the rear, as Tilda rode up and down, spearing herself on Matt's long pole.
Twice Laci helped rejoin them, delighting in feeling their slippery skin slide together under her fingers. Then Tilda suggested Laci sit on Matt's face, which she did in a heartbeat. She knelt over Matt's head, facing Tilda, and lowered her ass until she felt the touch of a tongue in the crack of her bottom. Shifting backward, she pressed her hot black girl against his lips.
The hot black girls embraced as Matt made love to both of them at once, kissing passionately, their fingers on each others clits, and together they came with Matt's penis still in Tilda's hot black girl.
He didn't come, though. He wanted to save it and shoot his creamy, hot, white love juice into Laci's mouth. He'd done about everything else. While sucking him off, Laci felt Matt's fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down.
"I'm coming, Laci," he gasped, "I'm coming."
Laci felt his penis pulse in her mouth, and the hot taste of semen filled her mouth. The thick liquid squirted in pulses, once, twice, three times, and more, then subsided.
Releasing the hot flesh from her mouth, she swallowed and swallowed again, then continued to suck on it until it had softened and stopped oozing cream.
All three were spent -- at least for the time being. They continued their lovemaking the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening before it was a kind time to head back.
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