Belinda the Black, Matron of the Black Hearth, Mistress and Commander of all the women who bore unshaved, black-haired pussy patches collapsed into fu...l-blown heaving sobs in my arms. Luckily I had done some reading in a Women's Studies course about 'cry-gasms' and how they relate not to sadness but to the relief of pressure. Otherwise I would probably have had the typical response that most men have to a crying woman, wanting to solve the problem by stopping what was assumedly hurting her In. I moved between her thighs and caught the aromatic scent of her womanhood. It looked delicious! I licked my lips and moved in to claim the gift offered me. First I licked her outer lips as her hips wiggled under me. I folded both her legs over my shoulders as I parted her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. Her legs flexed, pulling my tongue deeper into my soaking wet box. By the time my hands cupped her breasts her body was moving, moans had evolved into gasps intermixed with sexy. We felt our warm skin together on us and I ran my fingers through his hair. I let my legs come up and wrap around his warm body, feeling his hips pumping me so good. Our hot tongues went deeper between gasps for air. I moaned loud at it built up in me with all the good feelings my body was feeling. The feeling of his dick in me was building a climax just waiting to be released. I heard his little moans telling me he was cuming soon. I began to squeeze his dick slightly with my wet pussy, as we. ”I smiledA couple weeks later I headed to the whirlpool when Jenny was on a business trip.Right on schedule, Rick and Many showed. They got naked and jumped in“Where’s Jenny?” Mandy asked“Business trip”We talked for a while and Mandy was slowly moving closer, eventually right next to me.I was a little uneasy and sat on the edge of the whirlpoolMandy moved in front of me and took me in her mouth. I grew immediatelyI looked over at Rick and he didn’t careWow, what a thrill. This young thing.