It was a typical morning, Jon rolling over, penis protruding, poking me between my small ass cheeks, his hands on my waist, pulling me towards him. It was early, we both had to get ready for work, I reached around and wrapped my hand around the head, and squeezed. I wanted a little diddling, to get me wet and ready, but Jon wanted to be in me, he wet his fingers with spit, reached between my legs, rubbing my lips, pushing a finger in me. I pushed my hips back, giving him better access, and his finger slid in to the first knuckle, I enjoyed the pressure on my lips and how his finger forced my lips open. I still had my hand on the head his cock, squeezing it and feeling it getting harder, while I pushed back trying to get his finger deeper.
Jon had a nice cock, not too thick, but seven inches long, so he could reach deep into me, I always had a nice orgasm when he took me from the back. I wasn't quite ready, but Jon's finger was getting me warmed up, I pulled his cock towards my lips, but when he thrust, the head pushed into my tight butt hole, I jumped and it slipped past my little brown hole, and between lips, where I wanted it. We've had anal a couple of times, but only with a lot of lube, and when I've had a few too many drinks, I enjoyed it, it felt funny, and I had to rub my own clit to have an orgasm.
I guided the end of Jon's cock into me, I was tight because I hadn't time to get wet, but he was working it in, and I was pushing back, enjoying my lips being spread and the friction from the head of his cock. Things were progressing very nicely, we had a rhythm starting, he has pushing deeper and I was pushing back, opening my tight lips for him. Jon had his hands on my hips pulling me back and shoving his cock deeper, soon I had all of him in me, we started rocking, and I had a nice tiny orgasm, I flooded my tight tunnel with my juices and Jon started pumping faster and harder.
I was ready to have my second orgasm, when he started pumping harder and deeper, I felt him cum, and tried to grind against him to finish my second cum, but he had finished, it was a nice load and felt good. I really wanted to cum again, so I rolled over, face to face and reached for his cock, it was wet, that made it easy to stroke and squeeze. I kissed him, pushed my tongue in his mouth and tried to get him hard again, I really needed him hard and in me again. He was slowly getting a little life in his cock, he was about half way there, I moved my head towards his crotch, opened my mouth and sucked the head between lips, I could taste the cum, and slid my mouth to the base of his cock, I swirled it with my tongue, and started moving my head up and down his half hard cock.
I really give good head, I used my lips, my tongue and sucked lightly on him, while my head bobbed on his dick. It took about two minutes and I couldn't get him all in my mouth, his hard dick felt great in my mouth but I had a better use for a hard cock. I tried to pull my head of his cock but his hand pushed my mouth back down on it, and I had to gag when the head poked the back of my throat. I pulled my mouth off the hard cock, sat up and swung my leg over his hips, he was pointed straight up, I reached down and guided him to the lips of my pussy and sank done on to him, I was sloppy from his cum, but still tight. I heard him grunt as he slid in to the hilt, I rocked on him, squeezing my cunt trying to get as much friction as was possible. It took about a minute, he grabbed my hips and started pumping up into me, I felt him cum again, and for the second time I was left behind, and I guess my mouth worked too well on him. I rocked a little longer, but I wasn't getting what I needed. I asked Jon if he wanted him to suck him again, he said it wouldn't help. Damn I was horny.
We had breakfast in the kitchen, Jon showered and got ready for work, and I kissed him, and went into the shower. Jon left while I was showering, and while I was soaping myself, I tried to get a quick cum in, but I couldn't finish myself off, it just made me hornier. I could take the bus or walk to work, it was about a 30 minute walk, or 10 minutes by bus, after dressed I walked down to the bus stop, and waited for the bus.
I'm about 5' 1", 110 lbs., so my short legs get tired when I walk to work. The bus stopped, I stepped in, paid my fare, and walked to the back of the bus, where I had to stand. Buses rock when they stop and start, I was standing next to tall black man, he was sitting, he stood up and offered me his seat, I said, "that's alright", but he insisted because he was getting off in a couple of stops, I sat down and thanked him. He was a tall man, with a nice smile, my head was pointed straight, but when my eyes looked left I was staring at the middle of his thigh, and a bulge. I tried to look forward, but could not resist peeking at the bulge. The bus lurched forward, he was holding on and something in his pants was swaying. I looked up and asked him if he was alright, he said everything was fine. We started talking, he was coming from work to his flat in two stops, I told him I was going to work, and I should have walked to get the exercise, he laughed and said I don't have anything to burn off. We had a nice conversation, and I peeked at whatever was swaying in his pants.
His name was Jerrod, his voice was deep and pleasant, and when I peeked at whatever was swaying in his pants, it reminded me how horny I was. My thoughts wandered, and I wondered if it was true about what they said about black men, I gazed down at his feet they must have size 12. I smiled, and thought about what a big black cock would look like, I started getting wet, and remembered how Jon left me unsatisfied, and how horney I was. My bus was moving and rocking, at one point my body swayed to the left and my nose was almost touching the bulge, the bus lurched again, and my face bounced off his bulge, I think the bulge rose a bit. I said, excuse me and Jerrod asked me if I was okay, I said the swaying bus was upsetting my stomach. I asked him if I could stand, and he made room for me. I stood up and held on to the seat, Jerrod offered me his hand to stabilize me, I grabbed his hand and squeezed, I felt better but wanted to get off the bus.
The next stop was close, so I started towards the door, Jerrod followed me, and kept me stable, the bus stopped and I stepped off, Jerrod followed me and told me he would walk a block to his flat, making sure I was ok. He was very considerate, I smiled and said thank you. We talked and walked, Jerrod was pleasant, and I could tell, he usually walked faster, but my short legs had a short stride. After a block, Jerrod asked if wanted to come up to his flat and get a drink and rest, I was happy he asked, and agreed.