The Tale of the Sweetheart

One afternoon…

“I’m coming… I’m coming…”

“Come in my mouth… I want to taste that big black cock… 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?”

“Damn, girl. I missed that mouth of yours.”

“Did you? Well, I missed your big black cock,” She said, smiling. I couldn’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 field trip with her best friend. Now, I only knew about five people on the trip. These two stuck out. They were the epitome of the word “BFFs”. They were inseparable. One was very pretty, curvaceous, got the boys’ attention in multiple ways. She was tomboyish and just like one of the guys. Her name was Ashley. (Her tale comes later) Our woman is pretty cute. Not ugly but not drop dead gorgeous. She didn’t have 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 figure out. This is called “The Tale of The Sweetheart.”

Now, why the nickname “The Sweetheart”, you ask?