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forgetfulness but as predicted, Rachel the considerate one, said the two should go without her. Rachel was seething as she told them to have fun.
    After they left, Rachel went upstairs and began removing her housecoat and nightgown; she was about to get dressed. She heard Keith calling Sandra to bring him a towel. Always the gracious host and since Sandra wasn’t there, Rachel took a towel from the linen closet.
    She opened the door to the washroom, intending to place the towel near the shower, so he could grab it when he came out. Instead she found Keith, stark naked and wet, his rippled muscles and big soft black cock, a sight to behold. Rachel could only imagine what his prick looked like hard, and the thought stirred her. Seeing her there, Rachel didn’t have long to wait. His manhood sprang to life.
    As she stared at the obvious assets this young Denzel Washington look-alike possessed, she was embarrassed. Keith didn’t notice; he was too busy gazing at her chest. She was horrified when she realized, in her haste to get him the towel, her dressing gown had some buttons opened. Her firm breasts and protruding nipples were fully exposed to this tall, dark, and handsome man.
    Rachel knew she should turn away but she was spellbound. Keith advanced towards Rachel and upon reaching her, his thick lips brushed against hers. Inserting his eager tongue inside her yielding mouth, Rachel responded. Their exploration of each other’s mouths left both wanting for more; the hunger for each other evident in their passionate kiss.
    Keith swiftly removed her dressing gown, throwing it to the ground. As Keith moved his hands to Rachel’s glorious tits, her arm instinctively edged towards his magnificent instrument. She could feel its hardness in her hand. Stroking all along the shaft, his throbbing member grew from the sensations her touch elicited.
    His fingers circled the boundary of her nipples, before his face lowered to suck on them. Looking down on this gorgeous black specimen grabbing her perked left nipple with his teeth, stirred up feelings in Rachel that she had assumed Tom had all but killed with his lackluster lovemaking. Her moans of awakened pleasure filled the room.
    Keith’s luscious full lips felt wonderful on her nipples, and as he took each into his welcoming mouth, he used three fingers to enter her soaking cunt. Her hips swayed in tempo with his fingers’ rhythmic probing into and out of her most sensitive area. “Oh God, I’m Cumming,” Rachel cried out and her outpouring covered his now drenched fingers.
    Removing his digits from her wet pussy, he licked the cum off one of them. “MMMMMM. You taste delicious Rachel” Keith said, “Have some.” He rubbed another of his moist fingers on her lips; she parted them for him to put his finger inside her mouth. “Delectable?” Keith asked. Rachel nodded in agreement.
    “We’ll have to share the last one,” Keith announced. He put it back in her pussy for replenishment. Sticking the upper part of his finger in his mouth, he sucked on it savoring her fluids; Rachel moved her tongue along the base, licking up her pussy juices. Reaching for each other, their tongues entwined as her cum flowed in their mouths.
    Keith took Rachel’s hand off his erect cock and led her to the bathtub. He opened the water and as it flowed down, he took the nearby bar of soap and lathered her body. He lingered on her tits, licking them, as the warm water rinsed the suds off. She wanted to feel him in her mouth.
    She got down on her knees, her back facing the knobs; she lavished his dark prick with her warm tongue as her saliva dripped down all over it. Every inch of his manhood was wet, the shaft and the massive swollen head. She made sure to lick every inch of his hot rod and his balls got the same treatment.
    Rachel was thirsty for his cum; she was thirsty for his touch; she was thirsty for him. When her mouth took hold of the cock she, god help her, had dreamed about, Rachel