SARA DOES HER OLD BOYFRIEND
by User

Even though we were friends and room mates, Sam and I both dated
Sara at the same time whenwe were in college.  He knew her first,
often talking about the girl with the perfect little bubble butt.
It's like a fresh peach, he used to say.  You just want to bite into
it and taste the juices.

About as far as he ever got with her was a mutual masturbation
session at a frat party.  They got drunk and he reached around to
play with her ass as she straddled him.  In the past, she had always
stopped him.  That night she let him lift the back of her skirt and
slide his hand inside her panties.

After a few minutes, she raised up and allowed him to move his hand
down her ass and between her legs.   He knew at least two guys
stopped what they were doing to watch.  "With her skirt up around
her waist and her panties pulled just off her butt, they were
getting a great view of a world class ass, he said.   An ass that
white in a room that dark was bound to attract attention.

When he penetrated her pussy with his finger tips, she burried her
face in his shoulder and raised her ass higher, urging his fingers
deeper.  Spreading her legs to allow him even greater access, she
shamelessly exposed her wet and wide open cunt to everyone as she
whimpered through an orgasm.  When it came, her legs shook as though
an electric jolt had surged through her body.  She returned the
favor by unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out, then wrapping
her small hand around his cock and pumping until he came all over
his shirt.

He introduced us a few weeks laters and we soon became a couple.
Other than that one time with Sam, she never permitted any public
displays of sexuality. It took me six  months to talk her into a
weekend away from campus.  After we began fucking in private, she
would allow almost anything.  Our sex life was fantastic and I
always thanked Sam for his frank appreciation of her ass.

I married her shortly after we graduated from UGA in 1990.  Sam
married a year later and got divorced a fwe months ago.  One night,
while Sara was away, he dropped by and we had a few to many beers.
He confessed that one of the reasons for the divorce was he never
really got over Sara.  He told me he fantasized about her when he
was making love to his wife and still wanted a bite of that peachy
little ass of hers.

Instead of being angry, I found myself oddly excited about another
man, especially a black man, enjoying her body.  A few days later,
when she came home I dragged her to bed immediately.  As I slid my
cock in, I whispered Sam's fantasy to her and suggested she imagineI
was him.  She protested but I was amazed at how  strong her orgasm
was.  I realized immediately that there was still some unfinished
business between them.

We talked about it afterwards and she soon confessed the little
mutual session they had enjoyed years ago.  She blushed as she said
he could have had her that night if he had pressed a little more.
She said her first thought when she raised up off his lap was to
give him room release his cock.  "I could tell it was big and I was
incredibly horny," she said.  If he had pulled it out, I would have
settled my cunt down on it and fucked him right there in front of
everybody.  When he started to finger me, I knew he wasn't going to
fuck me so I gave him a hand job."

Sara said she always wondered what it would have been like.  I told
her I knew the whole story before I ever met her and I was OK if she
wanted to explore the fantasy with him.  She blushed and rolled
over.

Our sex life for the next two weeks was fanfuckingtastic.  I tried
several times to edge her toward a hot night with Sam but she always
refused and changed the subject.  We planned a labor day weekend at
Amelia Island with Sam and his new girl friend and the opportunity
came up again.  This time, she didn't change the subject.

Saturday night we went to a few local bars.  Sam danced with Sara
and on the slow dances, he pulled her very close.  Late at night she
buried her face on his chest much like I imagine she did that night
in the fraternity when she let him finger fuck her in public.  His
hand strayed very low  on her back, I knew he was itching to squeeze
that sweet little ass.  I thought she might have welcomed it, too.

When they came back to the table, Sam got into an argument with his
girlfriend.  She was angry at all the attention he was giving to
Sara and they left to continue the discussion in private.  I noticed
Sara was flushed.

In the car, she leaned against me and placed my hand between her
legs.  Even through her jeans, I could tell she was wet,  She undid
her jeans and spread her legs for me.  As I worked my hand down her
damp panties, she told me what had happened on the dance floor.  She
could feel his hard on pressing into her tummy.  It excited her to
know that she still had that effect on him.  As they danced, he
pressed his thigh between her legs, putting pressure on her pussy.
Rather than pull back, she said she melted agsinst him.   In the
darkness of the dance floor, she began masturbating by slowly
rubbing her cunt on his leg as he gently rubbed his cock across her
tummy.  His hand movement toward her butt was an attempt to cover
her trembling ass as she came.  She told me she was sure he came,
too.

While she told me the story, I slipped one then two and finally four
fingers into her pussy.  She grabbed my arm and squeezed hard as she
experienced a massive orgasm just when we pulled into the hotel.
Rather than stop for the valet, I pulled on through to the other
side of the parking lot.  She went down on me under a street lamp,
almost devouring my cock.  We both knew she would fuck Sam before
the weekend was over.

It happened Sunday afternoon.

When we got to our room, we could hear Sam and his girl friend still
arguing through the adjoining door.  It got intense as she accused
him of not wanting black pussy.  "All you want is that white stuff!"
she screamed.  Sara and I fell into bed and screwed like minks.

We were supposed to meet them for brunch.  He was late and alone.
He told us he had driven her back to the airport and thought he
might check out and return home right after we ate.  Sara and I
urged him to stay and leave with us on Monday.  He agreed.

About half way through our meal, I could sense something between
Sara and Sam. Both were fidgeting and looking at each other with
undisguised lust.  When Sara's leg bumped mine, I looked down and
noticed what was causing her problem.  Sam had taken his shoe off
and slipped his bare foot under her sun dress.  He was stroking  her
panties with his toes.  Later, I found out that he had worked the
crotch of her thong aside and was massaging her clit.

She excused herself, saying she was tired and thought a nap might be
in order. A few minutes later, still obviously aroused by his under
the table activity, he left.  I muttered something about visiting
the gift shop and walking out to the pro shop to see about an
afternoon tee time.  Subconsciously, I knew what was about to happen
and I was arranging to take myself out of the picture.

I returned to my room about a half hour later.  It was empty but the
adjoining doors were open slightly.  I cousl hear them.  She was
whispering, "Now, Sam. Put it in now!"

I heard them both moan.  The next sound was that familiar rythmic
wet sponge sound of a well-prepared cunt being fucked.  I nudged the
door open just enough to see.  They were both completely naked.  He
was on top and she had her legs wrapped high around his waist.  I
could easily see his black cock slamming balls deep into her and
pulling almost completely out.  Her pussy lips extended as he pulled
back, almost as if she didn't want to lose any of his dick for even
a second.  Both had been wanting this for years and they were
fucking with the kind of fierceness that a decade of pent up
frustration can create.

Her orgasms were coming in bunches.  She would scream though a big
one and whimper through 3 or 4 small ones.  I could tell by his hip
action that he came once inside her.  He slowed down  monentarily,
then thrust hard and deep, bellowing through his cum.  He started
fucking again when she seemed to lose consciousness.  He legs fell
to her side and she stopped thrusting upwards to meet him.

He pulled out and gazed down her body with frank appreciation for
how great she looked and for what they had just done.  With her
thighs apart, I could see her pussy, still almost as wide open as it
had been when his cock was still inside her.  It was leaking his cum
and her juices, a tremendously erotic sight.

He rolled her over and began to caress her ass.  She began to
respond to his touch as he seemed to almost worship the curves of
her ass.  I began to appreciate again, the perfect shape of it.  I
watched as he drew his finger from the top of her crack down towards
her ass hole.  He lingered there for a minute then continued to the
top of her pussy where he began to tease her clit.  She moaned as
the sensations started to course through her body again, then lifted
her ass up, giving him the same free access she had offered him
years ago in the frat room.

This time, he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass again.  He
slipped the head of his cock into her waiting hole, then spreading
her ass cheeks wide with his hands, he penetrated her completely in
one swift movement.  She collapsed to the bed but kept her ass
raised and her pussy at just the right angle to allow Sam maximum
penetration.  She curled her legs back over his and lifted her
shoulders as he cupped her breasts with his hands.  They began a
long, leisurely fuck as he thoroughy enjoyed the coolness of her ass
cheeks and the heat coming from her red hot pussy.  As they began to
build toward a frenzy, he whipped the cum he had left in her to a
froth.  It coated his black cock with a white film that made it
almost as pale as her sweet ass.

When they collapsed, exhausted from their two hour marathon, I
silently closed the door and left them alone.
