"Mwen renmen bel fanm nwa ki gen gwo bonda," Stephen Valour said, and Wendy Stephanie Laposte marveled at how easily the Haitian-born, Boston-raised stud easily switched from the urban English he typically spoke, to almost picture-perfect Haitian Creole. The fact that he'd just told her that he liked big-bottomed dark-skinned females didn't bother her. Wendy liked outspoken men, instead of those who wasted her time...
The two young Haitian-Americans were chilling inside the student residence on Commonwealth Avenue, across the street from the Bay State College main building. Outside, freshly fallen snow blanketed the entire street, and much of the Back Bay area of Boston in sheer whiteness. Another frosty Friday night awaited the denizens of Boston. Inside the plush college residence, though, things were just heating up...
Wendy Stephanie Laposte noticed the tall, handsome and smart but weirdly shy Stephen Valour during her first semester at Bay State College. Born in the City of Jacmel, southern Haiti, and raised in the environs of Malden, Massachusetts, Wendy came up fast and hard. A gorgeous, smart and no-nonsense woman who went after what she wanted with a vengeance. And what she wanted in those days was a certain Haitian brother...
Tall, dark and handsome, with some meat on his bones, Stephen Valour looked stylish in a red silk shirt, black tie, black silk pants and his trademark black Timberland boots. Always the snappy dresser that one. Licking her lips, Wendy leaned closer to him, pressing her curvy body against his, and Stephen held his breath. The young Haitian woman smiled, almost eager to throw some curveballs at this latest suitor...
"Eske ou genyen gwo bwa?" Wendy whispered, and she patted Stephen's groin affectionately, watching as a bulge grew in his pants. No need for her to wonder about the size of his tool, Wendy just got her answer. Stephen looked at the curvy, brown-skinned, dreadlocked Haitian gal who stood before him, a coy smile on her lovely face. Wendy was something else, and Stephen wanted a piece of her ever since he first laid eyes on her at Bay State College in downtown Boston, ages ago.
"Oh yeah, babe, I've got a big stick and I wouldn't mind showing you how I work it," Stephen heard himself reply, and Wendy rolled her eyes. As the young Haitian man wondered what he did wrong, Wendy shushed him, then urged him to continue speaking Haitian Creole. Stephen, who normally hung out with Jamaican brothers and their assorted white chicks and Latin girlfriends, found that something of a challenge, much to Wendy's amusement...
"Stephen, you're cute, but I prefer it when my Haitian men konn pale bon Kreyol avek mwen, okay?" Wendy said, and her soulful brown eyes bore into his, and he saw that she was dead serious. Stephen had heard of Haitian women like Wendy, but he didn't know they really existed. Haitian gals who were so proud of their culture that they refused to deal with Haitian men who weren't fully fluent in Haitian Creole. Hot damn...
"Men pral manje bouboun ou tankou yon neg enraje," Stephen replied, and he smirked as Wendy blinked in surprise. Clearly the sultry Haitian diva wasn't expecting him to boast of his pussy eating skills, but she grinned and sat on the couch, spreading her thick thighs invitingly. Stephen licked his lips in anticipation as he drew closer to the voluptuous and oh-so tempting Wendy...
"Put your mouth to good use, bouboun mwen bezwen lang ou," Wendy said as she leaned back on the couch, and hiked up her blue dress. Stephen blinked when she flashed him a hint of her amethyst panties. Stephen smiled and knelt before Wendy, then spread her thighs. As he brought his face closer to her pelvic area, Stephen inhaled the scent of her pussy, and Wendy held her breath.
"Ou santi bon," Stephen said, complimenting Wendy's on her vaginal fragrance. A pussy eater and veritable connoisseur of oral sex, Stephen had gone down on a lot of ladies, both black and white. While he loved pussy almost as much as he loved life, Stephen had gone down on a few that didn't smell or taste good. Of course, a gentleman never tells a lady such things...
"Thanks for the compliment, stud, komanse ba mwen plezi," Wendy said in that husky, bossy tone Stephen liked so much. Just like that, Stephen began eating Wendy's pussy, slowly at first, like a man savoring a meal. Wendy sighed happily as Stephen's tongue slid into her pussy. Taking her clit between his thumb and index finger, Stephen rubbed it, driving Wendy absolutely nuts. Grinning as Wendy squirmed and moaned, Stephen began tormenting Wendy in the most wonderful of ways while teasing her pussy with his tongue...
