Reflection

Jazz is a beautiful woman. Every mans dream. Smooth, flawless chocolate espresso skin, soft as a baby's bottom. Almond-shaped eyes, eyes that secretly weep on the inside of her soul waiting for love to knock on her door. Ample lips, perfect for sucking, licking, forever a favorite of her male "victims," as she likes to call them, boasting a killer smile. Her legs, long and winding, are reminiscent of that wall in China; they go on for days, never-ending, athletic, one of her best and proudest assets. Her generous bosom is just enough to feed the hungry, giving them a mouthful every time. The short, black hair cut she wore gained her stares from men and women alike. Every time she walked into a room, dressed to kill from head to toe, it was like she was making a grand entrance, all eyes on her, anticipating her next move.

Jazz knows she is an attractive woman. In fact, there have been times when she has used her appeal to her benefit. There was the time in the auto shop when she thought she was being overcharged. She flashed them her beautiful smile, turned on her unrivaled sexuality and convinced them to charge her only half of the original charge. These men are so brainless, she thought. In the end she prevailed, it never fails.

Jazz often believes her beauty is a blessing and a curse. For some reason, she has been unable to sustain a healthy romantic relationship with a man. Could it be that these men are intimidated by her fierce appetite for complete sexual satisfaction, or realize that there is more to her than a pretty face and great sex? Whichever one it is, Jazz has no time to figure it out. Her past relationships have left her with a sour taste in her mouth regarding the subject of love. There was only one man in her life that came close to fulfilling her needs, emotionally, sexually, and mentally, but he's out of her life now.

Jeremiah was a handsome man. He and Jazz were together for almost 12 years. But, he just didn't treat her right, and she knew it. The best part of their relationship was the sex, but even that became boring after a while. Jeremiah was the one who enabled Jazz to open up her mind to other avenues of sexual adventure, with women and men. Jazz had her first encounter with a woman while with Jeremiah. It was at that moment that Jazz realized how attracted to women she had always been, and she enjoyed it very much.

Her name was Angela. She wasn't the prettiest woman Jazz had seen before, but she had wonderful assets. Her bosom was plentiful, enough to feed an entire army. That was really the best part of her, other than being a good friend. She and Jazz shared a mutual love for Jeremiah, and this reality made it easier for them to share him with one another. Their first encounter as a threesome was an experience for all of them. Nervous, excited, scared, were all the emotions shared by all, however, that made it all the more exciting. Angela and Jazz started kissing first, which surprised Jeremiah, sending him diving deep into Angela's divine scar, more moist than usual with all the new-found excitement. Jazz maneuvered her body so that her warm mouth could take Jeremiah in. She took him in slowly, he moaned, her head went up and down his shaft slowly, leaving traces of saliva with every stroke of her head. She stopped at the tip, ran circles around it with her tongue, and sucked. He groaned. The only sounds in the room at this moment was Angelas heavy breathing and quiet whimpers of bliss, Jazz's oral service on Jeremiah, and Jeremiah's growling. It was a beautiful sight. The camera they set up was rolling and they performed as if getting ready for distribution.

Jeremiah came up for air and made his way to Jazz. He began to sing the same song as he did with Angela, but for some reason Jazz believed he wasn't putting on the same show as with Angela. Something was missing. Still, she was in the moment and enjoyed it. Angela came up and straddled Jazz's face. This was the first time Jazz had seen a pussy on another woman other than her own, and it was a beautiful sight. She used her index finger and her thumb to find this womans pebble sized clitoris and found it with her tongue. Jeremiah had instructed her on how to properly please a woman, and she found that with his instructions, she's a pro. Angela moved her hips to the beat of Jazz's tongue, her white waterfalls landing in Jazz's mouth, on her tongue, her lips. Jazz kissed and licked that pink button till she couldn't stand it anymore. It was the most powerful Jazz had ever felt.

Jeremiah, by this time, had entered Angela from behind, pounding into her, turning her quiet whimpers into screams of happiness. Fuck me, Jeremiah, fuck me, she yelled. Just the sight of two people doing naughty work in her face was enough to send multiple orgasms through Jazz's body. It was so intense she felt like she was being struck by lightning. Once Jeremiah pulled his rod out of Angela he placed it inside Jazz, who was on her back. He started pumping, not looking in her face, but at Angela, who was playing with herself. He was fucking her, not like he fucked her when they were alone, but like he had no choice because she was there. It was unreal. Jazz faked it for his sake but it was over too quick. He pulled out to push back into Angela to finish his business. After all was said and done, Jeremiah and Angela were like two lovebirds who just made sweet, passionate love. Jazz sat there cold, and alone. Is that how it's suppossed to happen? Until next time....