Wanda’s lips were the very stereotype of a black woman’s: thick, plush, lovely round pillows of delight. My thoughts swung between whether such reflections were racist or just statements of anal creampie fact, even as they parted and I tasted her mouth. My synapses stopped firing, even as my vascular system re-routed blood into my most tender region.
While our mouths locked together spoke more than words could effectively achieve, I still kept tabs on the whereabouts of my Janie. I was wary for her, not just because we were with a new couple, but because she was experiencing a black man for the first time. I wanted to not only ensure she was comfortable at all times, but I wanted to enjoy her in anal creampie.
Wanda was initially a tentative kisser, but soon her tongue was responding to mine, repulsing my sorties into her mouth and counterattacking into my mouth as well. She also began to cup and stroke my cheek while we kissed, a tender and sexy act for a new lover. Our kisses kept getting hotter until she paused and pulled her shift up over her head, exposing her breasts to my gaze and attention.
It was then that I noted that Janie and Dorian had moved from the sectional sofa to the floor. Wanda and Dorian had moved the coffee table away from the sofa, and had spread a thick comforter to create a washable play area for anal creampie. As I placed one of Wanda’s thick nipples between my lips, I watched Dorian remove Janie’s blouse.
For long minutes, I was absorbed with pleasuring Wanda. Her bollard-shaped nipples practically begged for attention, and her soft cooing reinforced the notion. Her hands spent their time undressing me so that she could run her fingers through my chest hair, occasionally tweaking my nipples. When she discovered that I enjoyed the anal creampie (my own cursed moans gave it away, again!), she pinched and pulled mine even while I sucked and chewed hers.
It was easy to become distracted and when I next checked on Janie my eyes just about popped out of their sockets. Dorian was laying on his back on the comforter, a pillow propping up his torso. Janie was to the side, both hand on his long, thick, and mostly-erect cock. Her hands were pulling down his foreskin while her lips and tongue were swabbing his cockhead. Her eyes chose that moment to meet mine, and the lust in them was stunning.
Wanda and I smooched idly, watching them. Janie has been tanning, so it wasn’t a completely black and white contrast, but her blonde hair made it seem more so. My mind reeled as I watched her make Dorian moan. For one thing, she was having her first dark meat. For another, it was the first time she’d come across an uncut cock ready for the anal creampie, and she was handling it like a pro. Wow!