End
"Hi, Mrs. DeSantos," Aisha said brightly as she came in through the back door.
"Hello, Aisha. Rocky isn't home yet," Rocky's mother answered.
"Where's he gotten to? He knew I was coming over; we were supposed to study for our algebra test tomorrow," Aisha fumed.
"He probably got held up with his class," Mrs. DeSantos said.
"Probably."
"Why don't you go down and wait in his room."
"I will. Thanks."
Aisha was grateful for the permission to head down; this would keep Rocky's horde of brothers and sisters from mobbing her. The kids were pretty cool most of the time, but they could be a little overwhelming for an only child. As quietly as possible, she slipped down the hall to the basement stairs so she wouldn't be seen. Rocky's room had been converted from an old workroom; Aisha was glad he finally was able to have his own space. As he put it once, sharing a bedroom with two little kids really cramped my style.
Rocky's room was as familiar to her as her own, so she flipped on the light, closed the door, and made herself comfortable. She flopped down on his bed and grabbed the TV remote off the nightstand. There wasn't much on; then she noticed a tape in the VCR, so she hit the play button. As the sound bar flashed across the screen again, she realized that the volume was turned almost completely off --she hadn't noticed that before. Whatever Rocky had been watching, he hadn't wanted the sound to carry through the ductwork. Aisha was really curious now.
"Oh my God," she gasped, sitting up as the picture cleared and two naked, well-built blondes French kissed, their hands roaming without restraint over each other. They indulged for a few moments, then one pulled away and picked up a bottle of baby oil.
"Where did he get this?" Aisha murmured in amazement and amusement as the two began smearing oil all over each other, grinding their bodies together in a sensuous dance, moaning their mutual pleasure. Aisha couldn't believe what she was seeing and found she couldn't tear her eyes from the screen. She began fidgeting in her seat as the women reversed themselves on each other and commenced a heated sixty-nine. She tugged at the collar of her shirt; Rocky's normally cool room was beginning to feel a little hot and stuffy.
On screen, a new player entered the game.
"Oh, mamma!" Aisha sighed as the gorgeous hunk of man was promptly stripped by his companions and greased up by the two voluptuous bodies sliding against him. Enthralled, Aisha made herself comfortable against Rocky's pillows, completely unaware of the hand that she slid down her body.
"Sorry I'm late," Rocky announced as he arrived home. "One of my students needed some extra help."
"I thought as much," Mrs. DeSantos said as she turned from the stove. "Dinner will be ready soon, and Aisha is down in your room waiting for you."
"Oh man, that's right! We were supposed to study ... thanks, mamma."
As Rocky headed to the basement, he couldn't help but laugh at his mother. She was always telling him, "no girls in your room," but she was always having Aisha wait for him there. It was probably because his mom didn't think of Aisha as a girlfriend-type girl; she was pretty much one of the family. _Aisha's my best friend; the chances of me and Aisha fooling around are about the same as the chances of me and Adam doing anything,_ he mused. Still, if he could ever find a girlfriend who was half the woman Aisha was, he'd count himself a lucky man.
It was awful quiet as Rocky reached the closed bedroom door. Normally, Aisha turned on the stereo or TV. Well, the putties had roughed them up a bit that afternoon, so maybe she was wiped out and taking a nap. With that thought in mind, he quietly opened the door --and got the shock of his life!
Aisha lay sprawled on his bed, her shirt pulled up baring her fulsome breasts; one hand tugged and rolled a hardened nipple between her fingers. The other hand was thrust down her unzipped shorts, moving rhythmically between her legs. With her head tossed back and her eyes closed, she moaned softly, a smile of pure bliss lighting her face. Rocky couldn't believe it; all he could do was stare, his eyes glued to the sight of two of the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen heaving with passion.
"A-Aisha!" he gasped, quickly shutting and locking the door behind him before anyone else ventured downstairs. "What are you doing?"
"Rocky!" she yelped.
Quicker than he thought possible, Aisha straightened her clothes and fumbled for the remote control. He caught a fleeting glimpse of what she had been watching. "Where'd you find that tape?"
"In the VCR where you left it. Where'd you get it?"
It was Rocky's turn to blush. "Joe Turner copied a bunch of his dad's tapes for a couple of us guys on the football team," he admitted sheepishly.
For several minutes, neither friend spoke. Aisha was still trying to recover her equilibrium. She shouldn't have gotten so caught up in the tape, but damn! that had been a hot scene between the three. She couldn't help it! After watching them for a while, she had gotten so horny she just couldn't keep her hands off herself; she had just been wishing for a nice hard cock between her legs when Rocky caught her. She eyed him speculatively as he stared at her from across the room. Privately, she had always thought both Rocky and Adam were two of the hottest hunks of male flesh she'd ever seen; she had always kind of wondered what it'd be like to do them, but she never imagined it happening. However, she saw the way Rocky was staring at her --specifically, her tits. She hadn't pulled her bra down; now she felt her nipples pressing against the yellow cotton of her tee. He looked interested --judging by the considerable bulge in his jeans that she glimpsed as he slowly drew nearer to the bed as if in a daze. Suddenly, she was very, very curious about her long-time friend.
"Is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?" she quipped, reaching for his crotch before she could chicken out. Rocky's eyes bulged open, then drooped closed as he moaned when she slid her hand back and forth across his hardness. "I take it you liked what you saw."
"Uh huh!" he gulped, swallowing dryly.
She pressed herself up against him, allowing her hips to lightly grind against his. "I don't think either of us are capable of studying for algebra right now, so why don't we study something else --like biology ... the chapter on human sexuality and reproduction."
Rocky blinked, stunned. Had Aisha just propositioned him? However, before he could respond, Aisha pulled him to her and attacked his mouth, thrusting her tongue in deep. All common sense fled, and Rocky surrendered himself to the need to have her.
As their tongues dueled, his hands tugged at Aisha's tee. He couldn't wait to see those tempting, quivering globes ... to touch them ... taste them.... Aisha was just as eagerly pulling at his shirt. Reluctantly, the two broke their kiss, but only long enough to peel their shirts up over their heads. Then, their mouths joined again hotly.
Rocky loved the feel of Aisha's naked chest pressed against him, but he moved his hands between their bodies. Aisha moaned into his mouth as his thumbs dusted lightly across her erect nipples; her back arched, forcing her tits more firmly into his palms, and he squeezed gently.
"Suck on them!" Aisha demand with a gasp, forcing his head lower, and Rocky was only too happy to oblige. The two fell back on his bed as his mouth closed over one succulent bud.
Aisha's hands urged him closer ... deeper. Rocky felt as if he had died and gone to heaven as he nipped and nuzzled the so-soft flesh. He kept switching from one mound to the other, licking, kissing, sucking and biting. Oh, how she moaned when he raked his teeth lightly across her dusky nubs!
"My turn," Aisha announced, and Rocky suddenly found himself flat on his back with Aisha straddling his hips leering down at him. He gave a yelp of surprise as Aisha's mouth latched onto one of his tiny nibs.
"Shit!" he gasped as a bolt of electricity shot right to his groin. He never knew his nipples were so sensitive; and man, did her crotch grinding against his dick feel awesome! If he wasn't careful, he was going to cream his shorts then and there. He rolled, flipping Aisha over; as he hovered over her, he pulled off her shorts and panties.
"Oh wow," he murmured, smoothing a hand along her cocoa colored thigh, over the curve of her hip, and up the flat of her belly. Then, he eagerly stripped off his own shorts.
"C-could you do something for me?" Aisha requested, her body writhing on the bed as she watched him strip.
"What's that?"
"Eat me!"
Rocky paused for a moment. He had some experience with girls, but he'd never gone down on anyone before. By the same token, he'd never had a blowjob before, and he was aching to try that.
"If you do me, too," he agreed.
"You got it; the chicks in the movie really seemed to get off on doing that."
Rocky got down on his knees at the foot of the bed and spread Aisha's legs. _Here goes nothing!_ he gulped, drawing closer and closing his eyes. However, as his tongue made contact with Aisha's soft, hot flesh, he opened his eyes again in surprise. The moist folds weren't too much to look at, but the taste ...!
"Yes!" Aisha moaned loudly, her hands skimming across her body in a hot caress that had Rocky moaning into her pussy. His hands dug deeper into the ample cheeks of her plentiful ass as her hips snapped forward --she was grinding herself against his face!
"Oh ... God, you're good!" Aisha growled deep in her throat; her moans started to grow in intensity, pitch and volume. Her hips thrust against him harder; for a moment, Rocky thought she was going to come. Suddenly, she forced him out from between her legs.
"N-not yet," she stammered, gasping for breath. "I want to save it for when you're inside me. Right now, I want your cock in my mouth."
"I'm all yours," Rocky surrendered enthusiastically.
With a wicked grin, Aisha reached for Rocky's organ. She liked the feel of it --so smooth and hard. It practically danced in her grip. She raised her eyes to Rocky's face and licked her lips in anticipation. He gulped loudly. She only had a vague idea what to do --just what she'd seen in the video-- so she proceeded slowly. Her tongue explored the velvety head, then probed the contours of the pulsating shaft. Rocky's guttural response quickened her pulse, and she licked again with more confidence, this time her tongue dropping low enough to wetly caress his balls.
"Please...." Rocky begged, humping his hips towards her mouth when she pulled back to move her braids out of the way. Feeling bolder, she pressed her lips to the purplish head. She held herself there for a moment, enjoying the way he whimpered. Then, throwing caution to the wind, she opened wide and devoured him in an enthusiastic gulp.
Rocky muttered something in Spanish; it sounded like he was enjoying what she was doing as she nibbled and licked her way back up to the tip. She knew she was having a blast as she swallowed him again and again, shortening the break between strokes until her head was moving up and down at a lively tempo. Rocky's hips had begun snapping back and forth until he was thoroughly fucking her mouth.
"Oh man, Aisha!" Rocky groaned. To her surprise, he pulled out of her mouth. "If you don't stop, I'm not going to be able to do anything else."
"Oh, what else did you have in mind?" she purred coquettishly.
"Something like ... this!" He pulled her up then rolled her over. Gently, he nudged her legs apart.
"Hm, not a bad idea," she agreed, arching her hungry body towards him, spreading her legs wider, inviting him in. "Go for it, Rocko; I can't wait to feel you inside me!"
Rocky lightly rubbed his thumb over her clit, making her juices flow anew. Then he eased his tip inside.
"Ooohh!" she gasped, sucking in an excited breath, her body all a-quiver in anticipation.
"How do you want ... it!" Rocky yelped as Aisha wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her hard.
With the pace set, the two rocked together hard and fast, the sounds of their heavy breathing and passionate moans echoing loudly through the room. Rocky drove his tool relentlessly into Aisha's willing body, every stroke driving them deeper and deeper into their wanton frenzy. They bucked together like a well-oiled machine, totally lost in the heat of sweat-slicked bodies slapping together. Rocky swooped in low, meeting Aisha in a heated kiss, his tongue mirroring the thrusting of his cock into her slit.
"Oh, Lord _ Aisha, I'm ..." he moaned, realizing his orgasm was immanent. Just as he was about to explode, there was a knock at his door.
"Rocky. Aisha. Dinner!"
"Fuck," Rocky muttered under his breath, but he was too close to stop now. "I'm. Coming." he called through clenched teeth, biting back the roar of pure pleasure surging up from the core of his being as his body went rigid, shooting jism deep into Aisha's cunt.
"Me. Too." she echoed moments later, the walls of her pussy clamping down vice-like on Rocky's still-throbbing rod as ecstasy exploded through her veins.
"I'll tell mamma you'll be right up."
Rocky waited for the footsteps to fade.
"Oh man," he groaned, collapsing next to Aisha exhaustedly, his hormones still in overload.
"Does your sister have great timing or what?" Aisha giggled, turning on her side to look at him.
"We should probably get dressed," Rocky sighed, wanting to do anything else but that as he lightly stroked Aisha's fantastic body.
"Yeah, before your mom sends someone else down," she agreed. However, neither one of them moved.
"So, do you think after dinner you might --ah-- want to study some more biology?" Rocky queried hopefully.
"Maybe. Do you think they mention baby oil in the chapter on sexuality?" Aisha asked with a playful grin.
"We'll just have to find out."
"I wonder if Adam will feel like studying biology, too."
That brought Rocky up short. "Adam?"
"Remember? He's supposed to come over after dinner to study with us."
"Oh, yeah. I don't know...." Suddenly his reflections from earlier flashed through his mind: the chances of me and Aisha fooling around are about the same as the chances of me and Adam doing anything....
_Oh boy!_