THERE WAS SOMETHING exotic about Grace. People were always surprised when they noticed her eyes were light green. Since not many people had ever seen a black person with light eyes, there was usually speculation over the “purity” of her blackness. It made her very unusual.
Not that the rest of her was commonplace—her hair was worn in the latest style and it framed her smooth dark face. Her features were broad and aggressive and always looked challenging. She had the body of an athlete and, indeed, played tennis of ten and thus kept herself firm. Her ass was special, too—jutting out like a shelf behind her. You always wanted to reach out and touch it.
You often wondered what attracted her to you. You were fairly pretty, but almost the complete opposite of Grace. Your skin was a honey color, and your overall appearance was softer. You probably gravitated toward one another because of the anger you shared over the lack of interesting black men in this small town and the arrogant attitude that many of the white men still had toward black girls—that they could take them without worrying about the consequences.
At first you and Grace had merely met and griped about it all. But one night when you had gotten mellow, you let it all hang out.
She stood up in her aggressive way and asked—to no one in particular—why nobody appreciated her value. She had impulsively stripped bare as if to demonstrate her worth. As she pranced around, all the time stroking her beautiful breasts and running her hands over her big ass, she had aired her complaints. At first you were amused, but being rather high yourself, you followed her lead and stripped also, to show your own body.
Soon your high was gone and you found yourself depressed and in tears at the injustice of it all. Grace came over to comfort you and brush your tears away. She held you in an almost motherly way as she stroked your back. You put your arms around her, and, like opposite poles of a magnet, your mouths were suddenly drawn together. You were greedily kissing and tasting each other’s tongues.
This led quite naturally to the rest.
Grace took the lead. Her hungry full mouth moved over you. You thought vaguely of the different color tones of your bodies blending while twisting about on your bed. You felt that this was what you had been missing. There was no guilt—men were not involved at all.
You reached for that delightful ass and held onto it while you buried your mouth into her bush. You felt the drops of moisture and your tongue greedily sought out the honey. Grace’s hands moved without stopping. She brushed the downy fuzz at the small of your back as you sighed. She began to massage your buttocks and probed gently around your anus with her finger. She worked it around the tight rim at first and then slowly inserted it. You loved it and moved so that she could massage you better. Now you were lying on your stomach and she was above you, fucking you with her finger.
She paused only for a moment and then you felt her replace her finger with something larger. It was a candle which she pushed slowly in and out. At the same time she reached around and massaged your clitoris. No man had ever done this. You closed your eyes and pictured what was happening. As she continued her rubbing, you heard yourself shouting, “I’m going to come....”
As you did, she moved her mouth down to drink all your juices and kept licking and massaging and moving the candle until you thought you would faint.
As soon as you had recovered, she moved quickly and silently so that her black wiry muff was directly over your face. Automatically your tongue reached out for it, and she squealed with delight as she began to grind her pussy onto your eager mouth.
She looked fabulous from that view. Her black breasts hovered over your face for you to stroke and slap playfully. It didn’t take very long for her grinding motions to quicken and then she said, “That’s it, yes, yes, that’s it,” and you knew you had the spot. You wanted to tease her, but her body was insistent and she bore down hard on your mouth.
Soon she uttered a cry that was more animal than human. As she came, she started jerking up and down for a long time. When she had fallen off you, you both fell into a deep, contented sleep.