One afternoon ...

'' I 'm coming ... I 'm coming ... ''

'' Come in my mouth ... I want to savour that big black rooster ... mmmmm ... ''

She sucked deeper, then picked up speed while jerking me off. She began to deep-throat. It was then when I shot my juices ...

'' Ughhhhhhhhhhh ... '' I said, relieved.

She seductively started to suck off my leftover juices. She took my still-erect penis out of her mouth.

'' Mmm ... '' She said, licking her pink, plump lips of semen. `` You like that ? ``

'' shit, young lady. I missed that mouth of yours. ``

'' Did you ? Well, I missed your big smuggled cock, '' She said, smiling. I could n't help but smile back.

Let 's go back awhile, shall we ? This one is an enigma of sorts because I had kind of a love/hate relationship with her. I first saw her on my college study stumble with her in effect friend. Now, I only knew about five masses on the misstep. These two stuck out. They were the epitome of the intelligence `` BFFs ''. They were inseparable. One was very pretty, busty, got the boys'aid in multiple ways. She was tomboyish and just like one of the guys. Her name was Ashley. ( Her narration comes later ) Our woman is passably cute. Not ugly but not set down drained gorgeous. She did n't ingest eye-popping curves like her Friend, which she admits. But the thing about her was : There was always something. Something about her that I could not image out. This is called `` The story of The Sweetheart. ``

Now, why the moniker `` The Sweetheart '', you ask ? proficient question. It 's simple. She is the sweet-flavored bitch you will ever meet. She takes pride in that. When we officially met, I was trying to figure out people and trying to be sociable. I was cracking jokes in there to my protagonist on the football game team when she chimed in :

'' Tchad, shut up. Your caper are played out. ``

At that moment, I got pissed off for about three second gear. Then I quickly composed myself :

'' Okay. I 'll shut up. I 'll shut up, '' I said while cursing her out under my breath.

former sidereal day, we would ingest no issuance and sometimes we would laugh and talk together. She even sang to me once. She had a surprisingly sound voice. I was mystified. Had I become pull to her ? If so, how ?

As the twelvemonth went on, I began to notice things about her. For example, her eyes were light John Brown. I had never looked in a missy 's eyes before then. How, I do not know.

One day, our Sweetheart asked me to lend me some money. Now, I am a product of my surround. My grandpa once said : `` Never trust anyone around your money. '' So, when she asked me this :

'' Chadic, can I take up a few dollars ? ``

I said, `` For what ? '' exasperatedly.

'' I 'm going to Jack later, silly ! '' she said. ( Short for jackfruit In The Box )

I reluctantly looked in my semi-empty wallet and lent her the money.

'' You have two day to bestow me back my money, '' I said in my serious voice.

'' Relax. You think you 're a procurer ! '' She said, playfully hitting me.

She went on to talk to her supporter Ashley who was not far from earshot when I heard the phrase softly :

'' Do you want to see what kind of scanty I have on ? ``

I jerked my straits along with my penis. The sweetheart showed them to her. Ashley told her in detail. I was hard. I escaped out the threshold while I could and looked down.

'' down, boy. Down, '' I said quietly to my erection. I started to walk it off. All of a sudden, the door opened. It was The ravisher. She looked down at my jean. Her ever-so-observant heart lit up.

'' Oh my God. Chad, are you hard ? '' she said.

'' Shit, '' I whispered.

'' You are ! Can I get something off my dresser ? '' she said.

I was intrigued. So, I tilted my head.

'' I have a thing for black cat and your big lightlessness dicks. '' She had a looking as she said that. As I said before, we were ware of our environment. She was part-white, part-Latina. Hell of a jazz band, is n't it ? Almost all her fellow were black. I 'm dark. So ... do I have a chance ? Before I thought about that, she felt up my tumid phallus in my blue jean and said :

'' Let me suck in you. ``

The Sweetheart then took me by the arm to another placement in the school. She dropped to her knee quickly and said :

'' drib'em. I wan na see that big pitch blackness dick. ``

So, I did. I really did n't have it away what I had.

'' Mmm. I did n't know you had it like that ! '' She proceeded to sop up sensually. It felt heavenly.

'' Oh, God. Oh. tongue on it. saliva on it. ``

She did, with the trail flowing slowly from my member.

She kissed my member with her knock sweet lips, then moaned and asked :

'' How big is it ? ``

'' I do n't know, like seven and a half inches ? '' I answered.

She licked it, and felt my balls.

'' You got some big balls, '' she said, feeling them, smiling.

'' Literally ? '' I joked.

She looked at me. I could n't stand the prank. She resumed sucking it gently. She took off her shirt and her bra, showing her petite breasts. She looked at me in her topless commonwealth, and I her in my excited DoS. I groped her midget breasts like an animal. She then all of a sudden started jerking my member off with more swiftness alongside licking my balls. I began to sense it.

'' I 'm coming. I 'm coming, '' I said.

She kept jerking me off and sucking until I climaxed. She kept sucking.

'' Oh, God, yes. Oh, God, '' I said in euphoria.

She removed her mouth from my flabby member, fall notwithstanding from her back talk, and smiled. I smiled at her attraction while pulling up my gasp. She was pretty. I knew I did n't have a chance.

'' You liked it ? Oh, and Tchad ..., '' the Sweetheart started.

'' Our secret 's dependable. You know what ? Keep the money. It was only three clam anyway, beauty, '' I said. She kissed me on the cheek.

I spent that entire metre trying to figure out this enigma of a womanhood. It was n't for me to figure out .