“You never told me your dick was this big,” Sharon observed.

Kurt didn’t respond. His erection was becoming painful. Having exhausted his store of excess semen in Paula Fowler’s cunt the day before, Kurt just needed to calm himself. By now, he well knew the tranquil joy of marinating his cock deep inside a woman’s vagina. He’d never fucked Sharon and, if he had his way tonight, that oversight would be rectified.

Sharon was of a different mindset.

“Can you suck me first?” she asked. “I’m really wound up.”

They’d been kissing and fondling on the bed for some time. It was time to step things up. Kurt took a surreptitious whiff of his middle finger. It reeked of Sharon’s vaginal fragrances. Kurt offered his finger to Sharon’s nostrils.

“What?” she said. “You’re not going to tell me you’ve never smelled a woman’s pussy before?”

Kurt was taken aback.

“No…ummm…I just thought you’d like to know what you taste like,” he countered.

“Kurt, I don’t suck pussy. I suck DICK. Sucking pussy is YOUR job.”

Kurt looked down at Sharon’s hairy cunt. His girlfriend Denise’s cunt wasn’t nearly this hirsute. Too, Sharon’s pussy had a tangy, exotic odor that subsumed Denise’s delicate vaginal bouquet. Sharon’s pussy smelled of dick, catfish, Alize and sweat, with a side order of collard greens. Not un-appetizing, but definitely not Denise. Sharon was a real sistah.

Kurt headed south. Sharon raised her legs so that her slit gleamed through her nappy dugout. Her luscious cunt protruded from between her buttocks. As Kurt got closer to the prize, Sharon’s natural aroma shrieked into his nostrils. The odor of dick put him off a little. Sharon had more than her share of that particular musk. Sharon had been open about her and Marcus’ sexual schedule. Doubtless, this was Marcus’ dick accentuating Sharon's pussy fragrance, just as he surmised Paula Fuller’s and Denise Allen’s delicate pussy scent resonated in the tissues of his own penis.

Heedless of Marcus’ residual masculine ambiance, Kurt went in. As he had with Paula, Kurt led with the tip of his nose, south to north, finishing with a gentle clit nuzzle. Sharon was deliciously wet. She gasped to be so encumbered. Kurt repeated the move, this time inhaling Sharon’s clit with a nostril before flicking out his tongue. Sharon moaned. Marcus was a dick-in-pussy man. He didn’t spend a lot of time eating at the Y. Of course, Kurt didn’t know this. Kurt used the experience he’d gained sucking Paula’s pussy to pour gasoline onto Sharon’s bushfire.

Ignoring the brushy feel of Sharon’s pubic mound against his face, Kurt attacked her cleft ravenously. He licked her vaginal wetness away, replacing it with a copious bedding of bubbly saliva. As Sharon’s hips began to churn, her clit rose ominously from beneath its sheath. Kurt pressed her nappy pubic hair aside and took her clit between his lips. Sharon’s eyes opened wide, unseeing. Already her body was in an electric palsy. Kurt might poop out once he got his dick in, but right now this novice was holding his own…and a few of hers, too.

Sharon arched her back. She fired her clit further into Kurt’s mouth. She was already at the precipice of catastrophe. If Marcus ate pussy like this, Sharon wouldn’t even be here. She’d be in her boyfriend’s arms, fucking and sucking, churning and moaning. Obviously, Kurt had been understating his talents.

Kurt took his index finger and twirled it slowly into Sharon’s ass. Sharon erupted. She humped Kurt’s mouth like a fiend, pressing his face into her cunt by gripping the back of his head. The flashing lights of completion consumed her. Despite the contest rules, if Kurt poked his dick into her pussy right now, she’d let him cum TWO times, and not be unhappy. The only superlative missing from his cunnilingus was that familiar and welcome sticky puddle of semen trickling down the crack of her ass and cooling on the sheets.

Kurt continued to lavish Sharon’s cunt with his flickering tongue. She receded from her first orgasm, recovered nicely, and began another march up the ladder to ecstasy.

“Who taught you this?” she huffed. “Not that fucking Denise!!”

Kurt ignored her. Sharon was reconsidering her relationship with Marcus. She didn’t see how she’d gone this long without such expert tongue play. She and Kurt were friends, true. And she knew that he really cared for Denise. But that bitch didn’t know what she had. Kurt was a keeper.

Kurt licked and sucked Sharon up to the very verge of another capitulation. She was fully prepared to leap into the abyss again. Just at the critical moment, Kurt scrambled up. Straddling her breasts, Kurt offered his dick to Sharon’s lips. Sharon gobbled his dick down like a drowning woman. If this is what Kurt needed to get back to work down south, she’d blow him six ways from Sunday.

Kurt gripped her ears as he drove his penis into her throat. Sharon was still balancing on the edge of the razorblade. One more clitoral stroke and she would explode into sunshine. Even the heft of Kurt’s dick in her throat brought Sharon to the point of seizure. This was heaven. She felt the boil of Kurt’s balls against her chin, inhaled his penile scent as trigger for an atomic explosion. Kurt, too, was sliding along the razor’s edge.

Sharon tasted his pre-cum and knew that Kurt’s collapse was imminent. He pulled out of Sharon’s throat, scrambled south, and inserted himself into her churning vagina. She opened her thighs happily to receive him. His bulbous cockhead plowed her open. Once situated inside her pussy, Kurt felt the inevitable surge that Paula had warned against. His semen rushed, willy-nilly, to his exit portal. It longed to puddle in the back of Sharon’s gaping dickhole. All of Paula’s training soon came to naught.

The two lovers collapsed with the fury of a nuclear detonation. Kurt inseminated her; Sharon locked his penis in place as he spurted. Kurt’s penis wasn’t as big as Marcus’, but his attentive foreplay caused a more explosive concussion. Both lovers seized up in an epileptic daze. The drug-induced pall of ejaculation hobbled them both.

They fainted in each other's arms.