As the lift ascended to the fifth floor, I tried to stay calm. I could tell that Adam was excited because of the huge grin on his face. He brought his bag as well as carrying mine so that he could change in my flat.

"Jaz, I hope I'm not being too presumptuous, but it will be okay to shower, won't it?"

"We can take it in turns." I had two but I wanted to hear his reaction.

"Huh. That's a waste of water. Besides, I bet you haven't had your back washed for some time."

I didn't comment for the lift had arrived on my floor. I led the way along the corridor and into the lounge of my flat. "It's only a one bedroom..." I dropped my keys on the dining table.

He dumped the bags on the sofa and looked around the lounge/diner. "This room is more spacious than mine." He unzipped his top, then stretched.

"God, you must live in a rabbit hutch," I responded.

He chuckled and studied me. "Um, Jaz, at any point you can call a halt to this by simply saying stop. I'll get dressed and leave, but something tells me that you won't do that unless I get too rough." He removed his tracksuit top, then lifted his singlet off. That left the muscular black lad standing in his shorts, socks and trainers.

I swallowed hard. "Fair enough, the bathroom is through there, on the other side of the lobby."

"I'll shower later. As this is a one off, I'm going to give you the special treatment. Jaz, I'm going to undress you in here, so sit in that chair." He pointed at the old chair I bought at an auction.

His aggressive tone worried me and yet I welcomed the thrill I felt in my belly. I turned and sat down just in time to witness him push his shorts and underpants down to his feet. He kicked his trainers off with the clothes, then approached me wearing just his socks. His black cock, similar in size to Tom's, was standing bolt upright. In contrast, his ball-sack was tighter and didn't hang down as much.

He knelt down, surprising me and pulled my right trainer and sock off, then my left. "Is this how you treat all your one-night stands?"

"Jaz, you're not like any girl I've met before."

"I should hope not, Adam. We're all different."

"Stand up!"

There was hardly room, but I pushed myself up until I was standing with his nose practically touching the front of my shorts. "Take your top off Jaz."

I was trembling with anticipation as I reached for the zip-pull. While I removed the tracksuit top, he reached up and gripped the waistband of my shorts.

"You look hot in these, babe..." He peeled them down slowly, revealing the cotton panties I needed to wear to save my blushes. "Very nice. I get to unwrap the present twice." He left the shorts at my ankles then proceeded to peel my panties off my butt. "We may never do this again, Jaz, but I won't ever forget this moment." He unveiled my mons, then once my panties had joined the shorts, I stepped out of them.

"Remove your top, Jaz..." He watched while I lifted the front edge of the sports running top.

"Wow," he said softly as my tits bounced free of their tight prison.

"Haven't you ever seen a pair of breasts before?" I joked as I completed the removal of the top.

"Like everything about you, Jaz, they are special..."

I had darker areolas and chunkier nipples than my white counterparts in the convent. Adam immediately reached out and began massaging my tits. The girls loved playing with them; and it seemed as though Adam was just as impressed. Like the girls, he couldn't resist rolling and squeezing my nipples. He was clumsier and less considerate, but I liked his manly, more aggressive touch.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested.

"No, I haven't finished with you here. A man needs to examine the prize once it's unwrapped."

"So, I'm just an object, am I?"

"A beautiful one that can only be used once. Stand still." Leaving my tits for a moment, he started to run his hands over my body. Up and down my sides, feeling my ass and flat stomach. He stepped back. "Feel behind you for the arms of the chair, then lean back and push your tummy up."

He moved from a squat to a kneeling position as I bent backwards. I was super flexible, so I had no problem getting into the position he wanted.

"Like this?"

"Feet further apart," he ordered.

While I was making a more extreme convex shape with my body, he studied my sex from about a foot away. The wider I parted my thighs, the more my labia grinned.

"Satisfied?" I asked, looking down my body at his rugged face.

After reaching around and gripping my peach, he suddenly plunged his face against my sex. "Adam! Oh, Adam..."

I had only ever had a girl perform oral on me. Within seconds, I realized that there was no comparison to the whirlwind method that Adam used to my friend's tame efforts.

"Adam, that's too much... Oh. My God..."

He thrust his tongue into my pudendal cleft and began lapping it furiously. He was so aggressive he took my breath away. He supported my ass and pulled my sex up while munching my lips and thrusting his tongue deep into my quim.

"Jesus, Adam, that is so fucking goooooood," I sighed as wave after wave of sizzling sensations fizzed around my nervous system.

Then, he stopped as abruptly as he started and stood up leaving my sex gaping. "Girl, you have the sweetest cunt that I've ever munched..." As he spoke, he guided his cock into my succulence, like a torpedo being fed into its firing tube.