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*Introduction*

John Slater and Thomas Johnson sat on the patio of the Northwest Country Club watching the rain fall from the sky in sheets. It rolled off the roof in torrents, splattering noisily onto the exposed section of the cement patio. The sound almost drowned out the grumbling golfers who were crying into their beers.

The two friends had barely gotten in five holes when the heavens opened. Now, they waited, hoping that somehow the weather would clear in the next few minutes. Saturday was their golf day and their one morning to relax.

Both men were avid golfers. Thomas, who was big and strong, could hit the ball a mile. John couldn’t hit it near as far; however, he was much better around the greens. Consequently, they were pretty much equal when they calculated their handicaps. That made them very competitive, but always in a friendly sort of way.

The relationship between the two men began in college. They had met at a fraternity party, and though they were very different, their friendship had lasted for more than 12 years.

John majored in engineering and Thomas, girls and sports.

Thomas was a star running back for the football team, setting several school records. While he was no dummy, his size and athletic ability had provided him a means to obtain an education; one that he couldn’t have otherwise afforded. He was tall, at six-three with two hundred and twenty pounds of sheer muscle. The combination of his strength and intelligence gave him a competitive edge in sports as well as other aspects of his personal life.

After college, the two friends split up. However, several years later, fate brought them back together when Thomas took a job in the city where John had settled.

Thomas went to work for a firm that worked out multi-million dollar contracts for professional athletes with advertising firms. He had been quite successful and had become a full partner in just a few years. The fact that Thomas was black and had come from a poor family never stood in his way. In fact, it motivated him. He had made it in a cutthroat world that wasn’t always fair. However, his strength was that he carried no chip on his shoulder. He accepted life as it was and felt that if you were the best at what you do, it would be recognized and rewarded. Besides being a successful businessman, Thomas had used his success to help others; he was on several charitable boards that supported underprivileged kids and fed the hungry. He was as passionate about his charitable work as he was his golf game.

John was nonetheless successful, having made his mark in aeronautical engineering. While he was smaller than Thomas in stature, at 5′11″ and 170 pounds, he could compete physically with almost anyone. He had become an expert in martial arts and worked hard to keep his body in shape. He occasionally thought that if he and Thomas ever got into a fight, it would be a good match-his skill against Thomas’s size and strength.

The friendship between the two was forged in mutual respect. John admired Thomas; he knew that he had come from the school of “hard knocks” and grown stronger for his experiences. On the other hand, Thomas liked John’s easygoing attitude and the fact that they could be friends as well as fierce competitors.

The two men had gone through a lot together. When Thomas had married and then subsequently divorced, John had been there for him. When John’s wife Amy had a miscarriage, Thomas was there, spending the entire night in the hospital and taking vacation to stay with them when she came home. Though their skin color and background were different, they were more like brothers than friends. However, their relationship was about to change in a way that neither could have possibly imagined.

*Chapter 1 *

“Damn, this rain doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon,” John said as he took a drink of his third beer.

“Yeah, and I was whipping your butt,” Thomas joked.

“Sure, one stroke ahead after five holes. If that’s what you call ‘whipping’ my butt then I guess I annihilated you last week.”

“We won’t talk about that,” Thomas said. They both laughed. The warmth they felt for each other was apparent in their good-natured ribbing.

“So how’s my sexy girl?” Thomas asked, referring to Amy. Thomas was fond of Amy. Okay, maybe a little more than fond. He had a special feeling for Amy since the first day John had introduced them. She was sexy and pretty, with fair skin, blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair.

“She’s okay,” John answered, his face turning serious.

“What’s the matter?” Thomas asked when he saw the look on John’s face.

“Oh nothing.”

“Come on man. What’s going on?” Thomas knew John’s emotions as well as he knew his own and he could tell something was bothering him.

John sat silent for a minute, absently staring into his beer. Finally, he looked up with a pained expression on his face. “Oh, I don’t know Thomas. Ever since the miscarriage, things haven’t been the same between Amy and I. I understand the reasons, but Amy’s been depressed for far too long now. She acts okay on the outside but anytime I try to get a little ‘close’, if you know what I mean, she freezes up.”

“Ah, she just needs a little time. Losing a baby is pretty traumatic.”

“I know, it was my baby too,” John said, a little too harshly. “Sorry man, I don’t mean to unload on you. But, it’s been almost a year and I don’t see much improvement.”

“I understand. I thought she went to see a doctor?”

“Yeah, but he hasn’t been able to help.”

“Maybe she just needs a little tender loving care from somebody like me,” Thomas joked, trying to change John’s now morose mood. He knew he could get away with the comment as they often jabbed each other about sports, women, and sex. Sometimes, like now, it was very personal.

“Not even you could break through the ice block,” John answered, looking at his fiend with a sardonic smile. John knew that Thomas liked Amy. They had talked about it plenty of times. As far as John knew, Amy was not aware of Thomas’s fascination with her or at least she showed no sign that she was aware. Fortunately, John wasn’t the jealous type, especially where Thomas was concerned. They had been friends far too long and had, in fact, dated some of the same girls in college. In better times, John had watched Amy and Thomas romp around, teasing each other in a good-natured and sexy way. Sometimes, she would sit on his lap in an attempt to make John jealous. It never worked. Some men would have been furious. However, John actually liked to watch them and in fact got a strange little thrill when the two would get frisky.

“Just give me the chance,” Thomas said with a smile. “I could melt the ‘ice queen.’”

“You know,” John continued as if Thomas hadn’t spoken, “she’s only given me a blowjob about ten times in seven years.”

“Wow man, that is bad.” Thomas said seriously. “I thought she was such a hot number when you two first started dating. You know… like she would do anything.”

“I thought so too,” John said and turned around to order another round of beer. When he looked back at Thomas, his mind suddenly flashed back to that first double date with Amy, Thomas, and his girlfriend years ago. John had been dating Amy for several months at the time. Thomas was dating a pretty redhead with pale white skin and freckles on her face. She was a fiery and passionate redhead that even the suave and sophisticated Thomas had trouble keeping up with.

The four of them had just left the movie and were barely on the expressway when John heard rustling and a moan in the back seat of his car. John knew that something was going on between Thomas and his date but was afraid to look back. Amy sat quietly beside him, pretending like she hadn’t heard anything. However, eventually, curiosity got the best of John and he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror. A little gasp escaped his lips when it appeared that Thomas’s date was fishing around inside his pants. He couldn’t see her hand but from the movement of her arm, it appeared that she was jerking on his penis.

Amy was just as curious as John but was embarrassed to be spying. However, when she heard John gasp, she instinctively turned her head. A gasp came from her lips this time when she saw that Thomas’s date had his hard, black penis in her tiny hand. Amy turned her head back quickly and acted as if nothing had happened. However, her breathing was more rapid now. The sight of Thomas’s penis pulsing in the girl’s tiny hand was suddenly burned into her brain.

John tried to keep his eyes on the road but kept glancing into the mirror. He watched as the young girl bent her head to Thomas’s lap, until he could only see the top of her head. When he heard a moan of frustration, he knew that she was having a difficult time getting the head of Thomas’s penis into her tiny mouth. John had seen Thomas enough in the locker room to know that the size of his private parts matched his large frame.

Suddenly, John’s pants were very tight in the groin. When he glanced over at Amy, he saw that she was staring at his crotch. He and Amy had only been intimate twice and John had the impression that Amy was somewhat prudish when it came to sex. Later, after they married, he found that to be an understatement.

Another loud moan came from the backseat forcing John’s eyes to the mirror. His own breathing grew more rapid when he saw the Thomas’s date moving her head up and down in his lap.

The look on John’s face made Amy glance back again. Her eyes opened wide as she watched the girl suck Thomas’s long penis deep into her throat. In an uncharacteristically bold move, she reached over and grasped John’s penis through his pants.

John could see Amy staring brazenly into the back seat now as her hand began to move slowly up and down his cloth covered shaft. He thought of taking his penis out of his pants, however Amy’s actions were so unexpected that he didn’t want to spoil the moment. Instead, he moaned and let her fondle him.

The moans in the backseat grew louder. When Thomas was very near his climax, he opened his eyes and was surprised to see Amy staring at them. He would have smiled except that he was so close to climax. Instead, he placed his hand on the girl’s head and pushed her up and down, his eyes on Amy’s all the time. When the feeling was too much to stand, he closed his eyes and lifted his hips as a moan of pleasure escaped his lips.

Amy’s eyes left Thomas’s face to look at the moving head of the pretty redhead. She thought that she heard a groan from her and then saw her head stop moving as her hand continued to pump the fat shaft. Suddenly, she realized that she was drinking Thomas’s cum. Without even realizing it, Amy’s hand began to squeeze John’s shaft at the same pace that the girl was milking Thomas’s penis.

John couldn’t stop Amy’s hand. His hips lifted up and he moaned as he climaxed like a horny teenager into his pants.

That night, Amy and John had the best sex they had experienced in their short relationship. In fact, John still thought it was one of the best sexual experiences the two had ever had.

*Chapter 2*

Amy Slater watched the rain pour from the roof of the gym as she pedaled the exercise bike. She liked the rain most of the time. Especially when she didn’t have to be out in it. As she stared at the drenching rain, she thought of John and Thomas and how disappointed they were right now. She knew how much the two of them looked forward to their weekly golf match. Strangely, a little unwanted thrill raced through her at the thought of Thomas and she became very aware of the pressure of the seat on her vagina. She pushed the thought from her mind.

Amy had grown up as a poor little rich girl. Her father had all the money in the world, or at least it seemed that way. However, she didn’t consider herself spoiled, just a bit demanding. Fortunately, John had been able to keep her in a style of comfort that was more than acceptable. They had a big house in a nice neighborhood, three cars, membership in an exclusive country club, and a large swimming pool in the back yard. They didn’t want for anything. Except for… well, she didn’t want to think about that. She had been depressed enough lately.

John is a good husband, Amy thought as she continued to watch the rain. Maybe he was a little clueless as to how to please a woman but a good provider nonetheless. She knew that the months since the miscarriage had been rough on him too. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loss that consumed her. Her doctor said it would pass.

Amy pedaled harder. Soon she was moving rapidly, hoping the strain on her legs would somehow wash negative thoughts from her mind. She spent a lot of time exercising now; it was therapy for her. Most of the time she exercised in her own gym but on Saturday mornings she met her friend Jill here at the club. They had been doing that since the miscarriage. Jill told her she needed to get out and besides, there were some “real sights” at the gym. Jill had been right. It was good therapy for her but, unfortunately, not enough to pull her out of her funk.

“You about done? I’m beat,” the attractive female said as she walked over to Amy.

At first Amy didn’t hear Jill as her mind was consumed with her problems. “Oh… yeah… I guess I was a little carried away,” Amy said to Jill, her breathing rapid from the exertion.

“Well, you’ve been pumping on that bike and staring out the window for an hour like you were on a mission.”

“Sorry,” Amy said as she got off the exercise bike and took the towel Jill held out to her.

The two friends walked to the showers.

A few minutes later, Amy stood motionless, the towel held to her still wet body, staring at nothing.

“Now what are you staring at?” Jill asked as she walked naked out of the shower.

“Oh… was I?” Amy said holding the towel modestly in front of her. She watched Jill as she walked unashamed and naked to her locker. Amy admired Jill’s freedom. It didn’t appear that she had a modest bone in her body. She watched the sexy woman open her locker and bend over to retrieve her panties. Then Amy shook her head and smiled as she saw her friend’s private parts come into view. An unwanted jolt of electricity went through her as she stared at her smoothly shaved vagina as it peeked at her from between her thighs. It was so like Jill to shave her pussy, she thought as she looked at the smooth outer lips and the fat pink inner lips hanging between. She knew that Jill had been a wild one in her younger days. In fact, the way she talked, she and her husband were very active sexually.

“What’s going on?” Jill said, turning around with her panties in her hand. She was still worried about Amy. It seemed that almost nothing she said or did helped. She had made a number of suggestions to Amy about getting out and taking her mind off her sadness. Their Saturday exercising routine got her out of the house… at least that was some progress and she did seem to be loosening up a bit lately. Jill sat down on the bench facing Amy and lifted one leg to put her panties on. A chill ran through her when she caught Amy’s eyes staring between her legs.

Amy’s face colored when she realized that Jill had seen her looking at her.

It seemed that Jill froze with her leg lifted and apart, giving Amy time to stare.

Amy finally looked away and sighed. “I don’t know Jill, there… there’s just something missing… you know… at home.”

“That’s normal after what happened.”

“It’s more than… more than losing the baby. It’s… it’s… oh I don’t know.”

“You and John not having much fun in the sack?” Jill said with a questioning look.

“No… but that’s not really new.”

“So, John’s not pleasing you?”

“Well, John’s good to me… really good… but there has to be more.”

“Maybe you need an affair,” Jill joked. Then she saw Amy’s face turn red. Suddenly, Jill’s face brightened and she said, “Oh wow, you’ve been thinking about it!”

“No I haven’t!” Amy said but her face got redder, giving her away. “I would never cheat on John!”

“But you’ve thought about it! Come on tell me. Who do you do it with in your mind?” Jill prodded, in an excited voice.

“No one. I just have these fantasies. You know with guys.” Amy wasn’t about to tell her that it wasn’t “guys”, but one particular guy.

“Hey, we all have those sweetie. It’s when we act on them that we get into trouble. I…” Jill started to say something else then stopped.

Amy looked at her friend and saw her face turn red. It wasn’t like her to get embarrassed. “You’ve done it!” she exclaimed.

“No I haven’t!”

“Yes you have and you didn’t tell me! I thought we were best friends,” Amy said with a pout.

Jill sighed. She had been bursting to tell someone for a long time. “All right I did! But you have to promise me you’ll never, ever tell anyone.”

“Oh course not,” Amy said excitedly as she quickly sat next to her friend. She forgot all about her towel as both women sat naked, thighs touching. “Come on, tell me!” Amy said, her voice almost shaking with excitement.

Jill bit her lip and took a deep breath. “Well, I was exercising here about a month ago,” she began in a whisper, looking briefly around the locker room. As she started to talk, she felt a thrill of excitement rush through her. “There is this new personal trainer here at the club. I don’t know if you saw him. I think he started when you and John were in the islands.” Jill paused as she thought of that day.

“Come on, come on,” Amy begged.

Jill could feel herself flushing hot as she began again. “Well, he came over to me and said that I was working my abs all wrong. God, he’s so handsome. His name is Reggie Mason.”

“Wait a minute,” Amy almost screamed. “He was here before I left. My God Jill, he’s black!”

Jill’s face turned bright red and she could feel her body flushing hot. It felt like her skin was on fire.

Amy’s mouth hung opened in surprise. She could see the flush roll down Jill’s neck and across her substantial chest. Suddenly her nipples were as hard as pebbles and her now heavy breathing made her large chest move up and down rapidly. Suddenly, Amy could feel her body begin to heat as well. It felt as if the wooden bench under her was wired for heat.

“I know he’s black,” Jill whispered and paused. “I guess that’s what made it so appealing. It wasn’t something I was looking for, it just happened.”

“That big suck mark that you had on your neck when we came back from vacation was from him wasn’t it?” Amy said in amazement.

“Uh huh!”

“My God, how did you hide it from Bradley?” she asked.

“I didn’t. That’s when the problem started.”

Just then several women entered the locker room.

“You’ve got to tell me the whole story,” Amy said lowering her voice. “God, I had no idea. Come on, let’s get dressed and go to the juice bar. I want to know everything.”

Twenty minutes later the two sat at a quiet table at a local health bar that catered to the wealthy clientele of the gym.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Amy prodded after the waiter served their carrot and fruit juice drinks.

“God, I’ve been dying to tell somebody,” Jill said, almost in relief. “Well, we talked for a while about exercise routines and he gave me a few pointers. I could see his dark brown eyes on my short shorts. You know the shorts I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, I know. The ones that show everything you have, including the lips of your ‘you know what’ and the cheeks of your ass,” Amy said and laughed. “Like the ones you have on now,” she added.

“Yeah, those shorts. Well, I don’t know why but I could feel myself getting really excited. I looked at his little shorts and damned if he didn’t have about a half a hard on. And, it was big already.” Jill paused and looked off in space, remembering that day like it was yesterday.

“Let me see,” she smiled. “Remove the shorts.”

Tom laughed. “I better not.”

They all knew he was acting because he released the snap on his shorts and unzipped before lifting his hips. They all watched as the hidden and hard penis pushed out the boxers almost eight inches. He adjusted the opening to make sure it didn’t pop out before sitting back.

Anna had seen it before but was still shocked at its size. They all looked at John.

“Hell…….I don’t know……why don’t you demonstrate your favorite position with Faye?”

Faye smiled because she knew what it was. She immediately turned over and lifted her butt up into the doggie position. As Tom took his position behind her covered ass she surprised them all by reaching back and pulling her dress up over her round brown buttocks. She felt his hard tip press into her ass as she leaned her head down to rest it on the floor between her hands.

“Fuck,” John thought looking at her bare ass. He had a quick glimpse of her pussy lips just before Tom pushed his front forward.

Tom grinned as he slowly and methodically rubbed his covered cock against his wife’s bare pussy mound. It was only the thin material that prevented him from fucking her. It was when he reached down under her to cup her breasts that he heard both John and Anna’s gasp.

Anna wanted so much to reach under her dress and masturbate. Tom was a total man with muscles showing everywhere. She had never enjoyed the doggie position with her husband because he was not able to fill her enough from behind. From the size of Tom’s penis she knew that would not be a problem.

Faye was moaning each time his prick pushed into her dampness and clitoris. Her legs opened even wider to allow him more access. She was disappointed when he pulled back but then realized he wanted them to see her exposed dripping sex.

“Oh God,” John whispered when her opened vulva appeared. He could see the pinker flesh deep down in the layers of flesh. His cock was about to burst out of his short and knew he had to have some relief soon.

“That’s enough,” Tom grinned as he moved back. He joined the other two watching Faye take her time turning over as she lowered her dress. It was not before they saw the small but thick patch of black fur resting over the smooth shaven slit.

It was his wife’s turn which caused him to smile.

“I want you to touch Anna’s body all over,” Faye commanded.

“Outside of my clothes or……..under them?” Anna quickly asked.

Faye looked at John to see if he was going to object but the man was smiling. “Under them.”

Anna didn’t make a move to take a drink so Tom moved next to her. They made eye contact as he placed his large dark hand on her white shoulder. His fingers lightly touched her neck and shoulder area before he lifted her dress shoulder strap and pushed his fingers under it. He then lifted the thin bra strap until it too rested on the back of his fingers. As he pushed his fingers downward they all knew where they were heading.

Anna’s eyes closed when the large hand dropped until it rubbed over her nipple and then completely covered her bare breast. He gently caressed and teased her hard bud between his thumb and index finger until she moaned.

John had thought he would be jealous but to see his wife being manhandled by Tom it was a big turn-on. He could see the shape and motion of the man’s fingers and knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Anna felt him move to her other breast and toy with her nipple before the pulled his hand from her bra and then pushed it and his arm straight down her belly over her navel and then down to the top of her soft pubic mound. She grabbed onto his covered arm as she anticipated another man besides her husband touching her pussy. But he only teased all around it.

“Please,” she whispered. She tried to shove his fingers down into her but he was too strong.

“Say it,” he whispered back.

Anna had wiggled her body around so much that her dress had raised up just enough for John to see her dripping pussy lips. He couldn’t see Tom’s fingers but knew they were close.

“Please touch me……touch my…pussy,” she whispered in Tom’s ear.

John’s eyes got really big when a dark finger pushed through the yellow mane until it disappeared down into his wife’s moist lips. Her hips rose upward to help him until the whole finger was gone.

Tom took his time finger-fucking his wonderful creature. She was tight around his finger so he knew it was going to be really tight when he fucked her. He moved his mouth until it touched her ear. “You want me to fuck you……..don’t you?”

Her body said yes but her mind wouldn’t surrender, “No.”

“My hard cock will make you so happy,” he whispered as he jammed his finger hard into her.

Anna’s body lifted. “OHHH!” Her dress was now around her waist and his wrist allowing John and Faye to see everything.

“NO!” Anna somehow managed to scream. She grabbed his wrist and jerked it up from between her legs. The fingers made a wet popping sound when it emerged. She quickly closed her legs and pushed down her dress.

“I think we need to take a break,” John said seeing his wife all flustered. He stood and pulled her up with him and walked into the kitchen.

“I think we should stop,” he said hugging her.

“I want to but…..if we do……we will always wonder…” She whispered into his ear.

“If we continue you know what it means.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “It will be just this one time.” She wanted his blessing before she allowed his huge man to fuck her.

*****

“Do you think they will come back?” Tom asked Faye as they heard the whispering sounds from the kitchen.

“She’ll be back,” Faye chuckled as she reached down and squeezed his thick and hard rod. “If he lets her.”

A few seconds later they returned and took their positions. “Next hand,” John smiled.

As luck would have it Anna got the OLD MAID. “Now take it easy on me,” she giggled and then looked at her husband.

John had decided to go as far as she wanted. “Take off the dress.”

“JOHN!” Anna yelled but with a smile. Seconds later her fingers pushed the shoulder straps off the shoulders and then down over her tiny thin bra. When it bunched at her waist she lifted her hips and slowly pushed it over her exposed bush and then down off her legs and feet. She kept her legs together as much as possible to hide her excitement.

It was Faye’s turn. “Take off the bra and satisfy me.

“Satisfy you……..but…….you’re not a man,” Anna said while reaching behind her to release the bra. She didn’t flinch as she pulled it off her 34b titties.

“But as a woman you know how to do it,” Faye giggled.

Anna looked at her husband who again just smiled. “Maybe we should do it on the sofa?”

“OK,” Faye smiled as she moved up and then sat down on the sofa. She waited to see what the woman was going to do.

Anna really didn’t know where to start. Finally she leaned over and lightly kissed Faye’s neck. Then her mouth took tiny nibbles before her tongue licked and caressed the soft flesh.

“Good……..very good,” Faye smiled while tilting her head away. She felt Anna’s trembling fingers find her forearm and then slowly move upward until they brushed the side of her breast. From there they climbed to the top of the mound to tease the hard nipple pressing outward.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Faye asked feeling her temperature rising.

“Nope,” Anna giggled. Her fingers explored the bigger breasts and then pulled the straps off her shoulders. Next were the bra straps and then the cups.

“Jesus,” John gasped seeing distinct contrast of his fingers white fingers on the darker breast. Never had he seen a nicer set of tits.

“Ummm,” Faye moaned. “Keep touching them.” Her hand moved up Anna’s bare back until it touched the smaller woman’s head and with a slight push caused Anna’s lips to move down off her neck.

Anna knew where Faye was guiding her and saw the long dark nipple just before it pushed into her tight lips. She opened her whole mouth and covered it before taking a deep breath removing the air from her mouth. The tip was tight against her tongue when the lips popped off. As her lips continued to suckle her fingers moved down to Faye’s bare thigh. They found the bottom of the dress and dove underneath. When she touched the shaved swollen pussy lips she didn’t waste any time before she rubbed over the large throbbing clitty.

John and Tom were now lightly caressing their hard-ons as they watched their wives. Now it was a white finger parting dark pussy lips as Anna’s used her own experiences getting the other woman off.

Faye thought that she could control her passions but when the woman parted her lips and rubbed onto her clit she lost it. She lifted Anna’s lips from her nipple and when the woman looked at her plastered her mouth against hers.

Anna’s eyes bulged out when the tongue filled her tiny mouth. She felt her body moving back as Faye pushed her back and then climbed on top of her. This was not the game anymore…….this was having sex.

“Now you are mine,” Faye laughed while her fingers explored the woman’s small breasts. Her whole mouth opened and engulfed the complete titty.

“Hey……she’s not supposed to do that,” John said as he watched his wife getting touched and kissed all over.

“Shhhh, just sit back and enjoy it,” Tom smiled. He had seen his wife go after other women until the other woman screamed.

“Faye….” Anna gasped when the larger woman’s lips moved down off her chest, over her navel and then down into her soft mound of hair. “OH MY GOD!” She cried out when the long tongue lapped, licked and flicked onto her raised pleasure button.

John never noticed when Tom removed his boxers but when he saw the long hard black cock he knew it was time to swap.

Faye was happy sucking Anna’s tight pussy but when she felt tapping on her shoulder she knew it was time to move away. “She’s all yours honey,” Faye smiled while wiping her damp lips with her forearm.

“It’s my turn,” Tom smiled as he moved between the petite woman’s creamy white thighs. “I’d like to fuck you.”

Anna smiled through partially closed eyes at the handsome man who was aiming his massive shaft at her dripping slit. It was time to really decide if she wanted to go that far. Again she looked at over at her husband to see his reaction however he was now lying on his back with Faye’s head lifting up and down on his hard pink shaft.

“I want you.” She whispered back to Tom. “Go slow.”

John heard his wife moaning and didn’t know if it was from pain or from pleasure. At that time it didn’t matter because he was getting the first blowjob of his life and it was a good one. He thought she would finish him off but she instead pulled her lips off and then climbed over his hips until this crown pressed up into her warm honey pot.

“Ready for some real fucking?” Faye asked with a laugh.

“Oh yes………some real fucking,” John said as her hot oven surrounded and then completely covered his ram rod. As her body lowered down to kiss his lips he peeked over her shoulder and saw Anna’s thin white legs wrapped around Tom’s hips. He was fucking her with all he had.

“YES FUCK ME YOU….YOU…….YOU FUCKING HORSE!” Anna screamed. Never had she believed she could be as full of cock as she was. She then bit his ear until she drew blood.

“OUCH!” Tom screamed from the pain. This small petite little white housewife had become and wild ass sex-crazed animal.

But with Faye and John the fucking was in control, nice and slow with lots of kissing and touching. They whispered dirty words in each other’s ears and moaned each time their stomachs hit together.

Faye had never fucked with a man so patient and so loving before. Their lips touched and teased and retreated. They were not in the same race as the two on the sofa.

“GO FASTER!” Anna screamed as she pounded on the big man’s back. “FUCK ME DAMMIT!”

Tom had fucked many a woman before but this one made him lose control. “I’M CUMING BABY!”

“WAIT FOR ME!” She screamed as she jammed her hand between their bellies and rubbed her clit. “NOW………CUM IN ME………FILL ME UP!”

He did that and more. So much that it spilled from her tight hole. “AHHHH!” Anna yelled when she climaxed.

*****

“I think they are done,” Faye whispered in John’s ear when the room suddenly got quiet.

“Good……they were making way too much noise,” John laughed. Their fucking motion had almost stopped it was so slow. They were enjoying it too much to want it to end.

*****

“Are you hungry?” Anna asked Tom as they sat back on the sofa watching their spouses fucking on the floor by their feet. “This is putting me to sleep.”

“Yeah…….I could use a bite,” he grinned as he picked her up and carried her naked body into the kitchen.

*****

“I could do this all night,” Faye whispered. She squeezed her inner muscles and felt him shutter.

“You keep doing that and the night will end,” he whispered as he cupped her ass.

“It won’t end,” she giggled as she squeezed and squeezed until his face was red and he was about to blow. “I’m ready.”

“ME TOO!” John yelled. Suddenly her motion increased and increased until they both screamed at the same time.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

*****

It was a week later when John and Anna knocked on Faye and Tom’s door.

“I thought you said it would only be once,” John whispered to his wife when the door opened and Tom stood in only tight cotton shorts.

“Once per week,” Anna giggled as she pushed John aside and hugged into Tom’s body.

“Have you two ever played Crazy Eights?”

*****

THE END

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“Ending Note: I know there were some stereotypes but hey that’s the way it is. I hope you enjoyed the story…..especially the OLD MAID game. Don’t forget to vote….Slick.”

He released her hands to slide his fingers over her hips to her waist, and from there across the curve of her ribcage. “Jackie, you are so beautiful tonight,” he said.

His hands sought the hooks on her bra, then he eased the straps from her shoulders and he brought it forward to expose her nipples to his gaze for the first time, though he had touched them before. The sensation seemed to her much more intense and inspiring than it had any right to be.

She loosened his belt and opened the hook on his trousers. But once they dropped to the floor he cupped her buttocks and he lifted her so that her legs went automatically around him.

It brought that sexually aroused part of him hard — HARD — against her own throbbing core, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth back to hers. This time it was her tongue that was the invader, her hips that writhed against his, and with a moan of anguish he released her.

He placed his trousers over her dress on the chair. When he bent to remove his shoes and socks, he felt awkward, and Jackie certainly didn’t help by running her hands over his back when he bent over and by kissing him in several places. She removed his shorts herself, putting her hand around what came to it. His desire for her increased when she did, even more. She felt it increase in her hand.

They stood for another moment and kissed, he naked but for glasses and she with only culottes. He picked her up and he carried her to the bed. When he set her down, he leaned forward and brought his mouth to hers again. The hungry pressure of it was too demanding, the hot invasion of his tongue too mind-bending to allow any kind of coherent thought to dominate. She was on fire for him, kissing him back with a raw abandon that had nothing to do with intelligent reasoning. But she did not need to think now, only to feel.

Her whole body was suffused with the pleasure that her mouth was drinking in. The life of the mind, which had been her center, and where they had met and fallen in love, was totally left behind now. Little rivulets of flame sped along her veins, melting her bones and thickening her blood. His tongue seduced hers, assaulted hers, sucked hers into his mouth with a greedy possession, and her arms crept around him now without her really being aware of it.

Her breasts were taut and swollen, aching with desire as was all the rest of her. When Jim’s mouth left hers to seek that delicate skin, she sighed with satisfaction. She trembled when his mouth took possession of one engorged peak and suckled eagerly. She had never experienced the surge of emotion that the sight of his head against her dusky breast inspired in her. Her hand cradled his head and her fingers slipped into his fine light hair. His lips eased one ache but they did nothing for the greater one. But that would come…

Jim lay beside her and he caressed her, and she put out one hand to stroke the hard length that would soon possess her, and she it. When he took down the culottes, Jackie motioned to the drugstore bag on the dresser. He left her to fetch it and read the directions on the package inside, then he joined her on the bed again with the contents in one hand.

Her limbs, freed now from any restraint, wound themselves about him, and his groan signaled how close he came to proceeding without the contraceptive, to ravishing her at that instant and letting his unrestrained seed flood out and find her fertile egg as it might.

But he resisted. He took the package from the place on the bed where he had dropped it and his hands moved lower, sliding between her legs to find the slick curls that hid the eager core of her womanhood. The muscles there jerked and constricted under his probing caress, and Jackie moaned, deep in her throat, as he stroked the palpitating source.

When the opening was very ready, he knelt to insert the tube and inject the spermicidal jelly. The jelly felt cool as it entered her and it tingled slightly. The parallels between what they had just done in preparation and what they would do next were clear in the minds of both of them.

He put the syringe and his glasses on the dresser and he lay beside her again. She timidly opened herself to him, and Jim moved over her. As he did, Jackie glanced to the mirror on her bedroom wall and looked at the contrast of the light and dark flesh and she saw a bit of his shaft as it touched her.

She never knew if it was that sight or his touch, but she shivered with desire. His gentle probing began then and intensified until he encountered the inner door. It took all of her will power not to force her hips upward at that moment.

“Please — now…” Jackie whimpered, placing her hands on his withdrawing hips. He returned, gathering force until she felt a stinging, and then he advanced unhindered.

“OH,” she cried, taking short gulping breaths as he began to move inside her. The swelling waves of delight, that previously she had only touched upon, were already overtaking and overwhelming her, and, although she was sure a woman was not supposed to be aroused so quickly, she couldn’t help herself. He filled her, and he filled her with more joy than she had ever felt in her life. Then the pleasure grew minute by minute until she felt another liquid injection, this time a hot one, and she melted, calling his name.

That was on Friday night. On Saturday morning they learned how much more pleasant a shower could be with someone there to help you — though it took longer.

The movie that they had planned to see on Friday night became a Saturday matinee instead. And that night they went on another voyage of discovery, putting more theory into practice. That led to Jackie arching her back with the pulsations of pleasure she felt as he worshipped her core with his lips and tongue. They spent that weekend lost in love and each other.

On Sunday afternoon Jim emerged partly from the pleasant haze to sit at her kitchen table in a rumpled shirt and offer some ideas about their wedding. Jackie just wanted at first to distract him from anything but the present by stroking his hair, or his face, or whatever she could reach — so he held both her hands in one of his until she capitulated.

They did both want a church wedding. She admitted that the Baptist church she had gone to since she was a child (though not for the last year or so) might not be best. His family and his friends in Texas could probably fly here easier than the people here could go there. Jim would talk to the minister of the Methodist church he was nominally attached to in D.C., though they didn’t see each other all that often.

Making wedding plans caused Jackie to bring up half-formed daydreams which she hadn’t thought about in years, which both made her want to hold Jim tighter and think about fantasies of less formal but more repeatable events, and that led to postponing the plan-making for a while.

The plan-making about the wedding. As they lay there afterward, the two of them did talk about children, however.

They were together until Monday morning, when Jim left to change before going to work. And he left from her apartment on the next four mornings also…

On the next Saturday, he told her that he needed to do laundry, and told her that she was quite welcome to join him at his place while the machine worked. Jackie decided against it. She had been putting off telling her family about Jim and about planning to marry him, and perhaps while he was gone she could think of what to say and make the call.

It was harder than she thought, and she still had not spoken to her mother when she glanced out the window and saw his car drive up and saw him get out of it. She also saw the car that sped down and hit Jim and threw him up and into the windshield of a car going the other way. The car that hit him kept going.

She ran screaming down the stairs, but he was already dead. The body went back to Texas for the funeral. He had mentioned her to his family for the last six months, had told them that he was thinking of marrying her, and he called home to tell them about her acceptance the Monday after he proposed. His family offered to pay her way to Texas, but at the last minute she could not face the trip. She probably could not have faced the funeral if she had gone.

Jackie stayed in her apartment and wept for the next week. She turned off the telephone. The people at Sanders Associates thought that she had gone to Texas. On the next Saturday afternoon, Maggie Flynn knocked on her door. They sat and talked all day, and she got Jackie ready to accept the world again. That little woman had muscles in her soul.

One can’t say whether she recovered even then. But she got on with her life.

For the next six months Jackie went to parties, but she could not bring herself to accept a date. The idea of being alone with a man still bothered her too much.

At the end of the six months, she got a job offer with Williamson Tech in Indianapolis. She was afraid to think of being in a city, a whole part of the country, where she did not know anyone. But on the other hand, Washington had a lot of painful memories for her and moving away from her family might make some of her troubles with them easier to handle. She did worry some about whether there were any blacks in Indiana.

She shouldn’t have. There were quite a number. There are about 250,000 of them in Indianapolis, and a lot more in the rest of the state. To her surprise, many of them were farmers. Even more to her surprise was that the born-and-bred city girl got to love the countryside. She spent a lot of summer afternoons on the weekends driving through it, and then walking through the state parks and even climbing rocks.

Jackie also trusted herself with men again. She dated perhaps a dozen of them over the next two years, both black and white. She liked all of them — well, almost all — but she did not get serious with anyone. That spark that had burned so brightly in Jim Miller did not seem to have even a pale reflection in any man she met now. She began to despair that she would ever find another like him.

In the second spring that she spent in the midwest, Jackie flew back to Washington when Muriel Thomas died suddenly in the street of a heart attack. Her sister Lucille came in from Philadelphia with her husband and her baby. Donald came from Los Angeles, where he had settled after he left the army. Bob’s two children cried and fussed a lot, but that was almost welcome as a distraction from the grief.

After the funeral, Jackie visited with Maggie Flynn, now Maggie Mason. They sat and drank wine, and the wine hit her harder than she expected. She spent the night on their couch instead of the bed that had been prepared for her. Maggie and her husband got her to the airport in the morning without much time to spare.

Only a few months later, Jackie found herself travelling back to Washington one more time, but now for a longer stay. She had gotten a job with an insurance company as a senior programmer, at 20% more money than the job in Indiana paid. This was in the September before her twenty-fifth birthday.

Almost on the day that she moved into her job with Carrolton Life and her new apartment, she met a black man named Neville Wilson. Here she thought she might have found at last someone who could satisfy both her family and her desire for the sort of man she wanted to spend her life with. Ironically, this was when the last of her family became almost irrelevant, as Bob and his wife sold the old house and moved to Richmond.

It was a year later that the letter fell from his coat that Jackie found on the floor in the morning. When she opened it, she found that it was from a woman and talked about the night that woman had spent with Neville two weeks before, the night Neville had called Jackie to tell her he had felt ill. That made Jackie want to slam the door in his face the next time he came to it and never see him again.

But the letter also talked about that woman taking heroin with Neville and sharing a needle with him. That made Jackie want to kill Neville, slowly and painfully.

As it happened, the next time she opened the door to him there was nothing available to use on him but her hands, and he moved fast, so she didn’t. The HIV-test had already come back negative.

The breakup of the relationship made her more depressed than Jim’s death, because of the self-loathing that it brought out of her. But it did not effect her work; she simply turned herself off.

She was glad to be paired on a complex computer project with David Whitley at Carrolton Life just about then. She knew that he was a quiet man, but that was almost all that she did know about him despite being in the office with him for a year. She didn’t really know how he would be to work with. He might be a total male chauvinist pig, but the only way she would ever find out was to spend the next four months working with him to put together the new system.

Four months was what it said on the calendar, though it seemed longer. In a way it was, because they put in a lot of overtime together. Neither of them took any time off during that period, and at least once a week they had dinner together in the office, to keep going on the project. It was maybe as well as far as Jackie was concerned, because she wanted to throw herself into something and forget about Neville and what he had done to her. And work was much less permanent than the river.

Jackie wanted to swear off of men for a while, forever by the way she felt. Jim Miller seemed all the better now, with a longer retrospect, and she felt even less that she would ever find his equal. But David Whitley was interesting to talk to once he started, and they had a lot of time to talk while they were waiting for the computer to print out, and at dinner in the office on some nights. She started thinking about him, whether she wanted to or not.

She kept thinking that he looked like Jim, then catching herself and knowing that he did not. His hair was darker, his eyes were brown, his face a different shape. And he was a few years older. Although Jim, she realized suddenly, would have been that age now. His mind, his personality, were similar. But that was perhaps an inevitable consequence of the jobs they did — it would attract certain types of people more than others. But he still seemed to her to be closer than most.

Jackie found out over that four months that David was single, and not dating anyone right now. (She saw more of him than any girlfriend would, anyway!) It took a while before Jackie could relax enough to let him know that she was also unattached.

David was as reticent about his life in that direction as he had seemed to be about nearly everything before they spent those nights in the office. But Jackie eventually pieced out that he had parted on good terms with his last girlfriend and that he felt it wouldn’t be fair to take up with someone else until this project was finished and his life had settled down again.

That the love lives of both were zero around then made it both easier and more difficult to put in those hours together. Each found the other very attractive, and both found themselves thinking about that a lot whenever they let their attention wander, on those late nights they spent alone in the office. But neither would ever have admitted it to the other.

Neither wanted to make any moves. They worked well together, and both were afraid of making things go blooie while trying to make them go better. This was a big chance for promotion for both of them. An emotional distraction might blow it, and a strong refusal might ruin their working chemistry. Therefore, both of them danced around and never gave the other any indication of interest.

So they kept it all strictly business, and they never really saw each other outside business hours while the project went on. Except for pick-up and delivery of each other sometimes, evenings and Saturdays; they knew where each other’s apartments were. He knew bits and pieces about Jackie, from comments she made, and she knew as much about him.

Once they were finished and the program was up and running, well ahead of schedule, they were called into the president’s office, fifteen minutes apart. David was given a position in another department on another floor, with not much more money, but with a clear shot at a really good job when another two years had gone by.

Jackie was offered a better position up at the Philadelphia branch. David told her that he had been given his choice of the two. She wondered if that might have been favoritism, or even racism, but she soon decided that it was more likely seniority. The out-of-town job paid better, and she did have a married sister near Philadelphia, her closest relative left.

In that same conversation, while they were sitting in the cafeteria right after the interviews, David asked her about going out for a night on the town with him to celebrate the end of the project and their promotions. He thought to himself that if nothing came of it, well, he already knew that Jackie was pleasant to be around. But now they were both free to see if their acquaintance had the chance to be anything more, if only for an evening.

She said: “No.”

Before his face could fall completely, she continued.

“I’ve never really liked liquor, and from what you have said about yourself, you don’t need it either to have a good time. Night clubs have always been too noisy and raucous for my taste, and I suspect that the reason you suggested it is that it’s the conventional thing to do.”

David nodded silently, a bit sheepishly.

“I don’t see any reason that either of us should be conventional, or anything other than just ourselves. What I would really like to do is to get to know what you are like away from work. There are a lot of things we could do, but I think what I would like best is to spend some Saturday with you, talking to you and walking through a big park, maybe a state park, and end with a movie in the evening.

“I like you, and I’d like the chance to get to know you better in a place where I can hear you talk.”

He admitted that this was a better idea than he had come up with, actually, and the two of them decided on a Saturday a couple of weeks in the future, the day after their old jobs ended.

David was not completely happy with this, since it meant that any relationship between them would have very little time to develop before their paths diverged, perhaps forever. Jackie felt the same way, but felt it to be necessary for her, when she thought of it over the next few weeks — when she had time to think.

Jackie spent just about every moment of the next few weeks on packing, or planning, or finding an apartment in Philadelphia. She had both good luck and bad in that direction. The good was that the place she found was large and in a good neighborhood and cheap for what she was getting. The bad was that it would not be ready for her until the Saturday after she had to move.

But her sister Lucille was able to put her up for that week, and Jackie decided that the five of them (two children, now) could stand to be together for five days.

The office gave them a going-away party the day before that Saturday, for all that David was only going to another floor. A creep who had been making moves on Jackie since the day she started working there got drunk and said in a loud voice that the black bitch must have almost caught pneumonia, making love to David every night on the computer room floor while he did all the work. Though making love is not how he put it.

The way that quiet, polite woman tore into him must have made him feel like his desk had gotten up to bite off his leg. She screamed that David was a decent and honorable man, a gentleman at all times, and that he had never put a hand on her or done anything improper. It was true that David’s actions were innocent, but neither could have said the same about what they had sometimes thought.

Jackie had spent a year saying no to this cretin, with a growing impatience, and now she gave him every kind of insult she could think of that used clean language.

Nathanson, the creep, went and hid at his desk after that. David seemed a little embarrassed by what she had said about him, though she certainly wasn’t about to apologize for it.

Jackie found herself with little left to do toward moving on that Friday night, and perhaps partly for that reason she spent a lot of time thinking about her life and the way that it had been lately. At nine o’clock, she called Maggie. Not so much to ask for advice as just wanting someone sensible to bounce her thoughts off of. They were on the phone until eleven, but even Maggie’s strong opinion on the subject did not settle the question that was bothering her.

When she got up the next morning, she put on hiking boots, a thick shirt, and jeans, and then tied up her hair in a scarf. Everything light had already been packed and moved, so the apartment looked half-empty. Jackie was waiting on the street for David when he came to get her at eight. She looked very different and quite pretty to David, and her eyes lit up when she saw him.

The state park they went to was one that Jackie had never heard of, or she would have become very familiar with it. It was lusher and greener than she expected any place on the east coast to be, more like what she saw back in Indiana.

They climbed all over it for four hours. They held hands walking down to the river and they tried to coming back. Jackie was very glad to sit down and eat lunch when they did, but she was also very glad to have been through what had made her tired.

They had been talking a lot, and they did more of it at lunch. Jackie leaned the side of her head against a tree, looked down at a bit of clover, and while her fingers played with it, she said: “You know, there are people who would be scandalized to see the two of us together.”

“The race thing, you mean. That might be a problem for them, but, well, that’s their problem. I wouldn’t mind being seen with a woman like you — or anything else, I guess. Er, I’m not putting that well, am I?”

Jackie smiled and took his hand for a moment and said: “I know what you mean.”

“I can’t honestly say I even thought about it much until recently, but I have a high enough opinion of my own opinions that I wouldn’t care what people might say about something like that. I’ve always been sort of an outsider, I guess.”

“Exactly the word I use for myself,” Jackie said. “It’s something that I have thought about a very great deal over the years. I’ve told you that I’ve dated white men. I haven’t told you that there was one three years ago whom I was engaged to be married to.”

“What happened… I mean, if you want to talk about it. I certainly hope that he didn’t just drop you.”

“No,” she said with a hint of tears. “He left me, but only by dying. Almost in my arms.”

David grew silent at this, then he suddenly turned to her and said:

“The sad thing is, you are a nicer person than I thought, and I thought you were pretty nice to start with. I wish I had gotten to know you earlier and a lot better, Jackie.”

“I feel the same way, David. I wish I’d gotten to know you in a couple of ways, and sometimes the hardest part of these last few months was thinking it might interfere with the work if I did.”

He looked over at her and a bunch of things fell into place for both of them. They felt very good there. He leaned over toward her, folded her in his arms, took a long look into her eyes, and then he kissed her.

He was still kind of hesitant in his kissing, but that went away very quickly with some feedback. He had her leaned back against a tree while she luxuriated in the way his tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth. When his hand began to rub the bottom of one breast, Jackie straightened up with a great effort.

“This would be better than a drafty computer room floor, but not enough. There’s a lot of the day left. We should get going.” And she got up to let herself cool down. There were some boy scouts in the distance who didn’t need the temptation to watch.

The rest of that day seemed more beautiful than ever, but she couldn’t pin down what the difference was. It may not have been in nature. They moved slower now, and at least on her part it was because she was thinking about how far and how fast she wanted to go with this man in a way other than walking. They stopped more often, and it kept getting more difficult to start moving again, and not just from weariness. They were both acting like teenagers, some people would say, but Jackie didn’t remember being this happy as a teenager.

Jackie was not without experience with men by this time, but David was still something new to her in a lot of ways. She had never had one sneak up and hit her so hard before (and so gently). While they had spent a lot of time together, this was still sort of a first date, and now they were going to be leaving each other.

They ate dinner in a steak house on the way back into town, and they both had good appetites from all the hiking. When they got back into the car, Jackie felt drowsy. She wanted to go on to the movie even if she did fall asleep there. She didn’t want to say goodbye now, and she didn’t want to decide quite yet on the other thing she was thinking of doing.

Jackie didn’t make it through. Between the steak and the hiking and the darkened theatre, she was out of it quickly. As she dozed off, it occurred to her that it was a good omen that David was so comfortable to fall sleep beside.

He wasn’t sure that he stayed awake all the way either, or perhaps the spy-movie didn’t completely make sense. That plane- crash at the end seemed to him to come out of nowhere, and perhaps it woke him up. When he in turn woke her with a kiss as the lights came on, she knew what she was going to do.

Jackie felt much better for her nap and when he drove her back to her apartment to let her off, she invited him in.

When he closed the door behind them, she reached for the scarf she had put on that morning and she shook her hair loose. He reached to kiss her and stroke her hair, and this time she held nothing at all back in her response. But she didn’t have to hold back now; there were no campers, no boy scouts, and nowhere she wanted to go that wasn’t in her apartment. There was no one to see them, and her decision had been made and was as firm as what she felt pressing against her fairly soon.

She said to him, “I’ve been thinking about this for months, first as daydreams, but lately, especially today… David, I want you very much. Stay with me.”

“I want to. Very much,” he said to her.

David lowered his hands and inserted them into the pockets on the back of her jeans, then used his thumbs to knead the small of her back. She reacted by raising herself on her toes to rub against the rigid cylinder that was tantalizingly almost between her legs. He started to pull the shirt up from her jeans and touch the skin of her back there directly, and she said to him, smiling softly:

“David, after this long day, I really need a shower. But… I have plenty of towels.”

He said yes, but his kiss spoke louder to her than his voice and more firmly.

They took each other’s clothes off and put them directly into her washer, to be clean and ready in the morning. Prosaic, maybe, but having David here with her was all the romance she really needed, and she needed her clothes for tomorrow. Everything she would use next week was at her sister’s place near Philadelphia.

Jackie found that there was more to admire about David than she had thought. She had already known that his face was handsome in its way, and now she could see that a lot of him was.

For his part, David found that somehow being naked with Jackie, and even making her so, was easier to endure than just being with her had been earlier in the day. The pressure was off, and they could relax and enjoy each other.

Which they did. A slower stronger passion grew up now. Some women may dress to hide their defects, but Jackie had never been one of them; she accepted her body as it was, without undue vanity, and David certainly seemed to appreciate it that way. She gathered her hair again into a plastic cap and they went under the running water together. He put his arms around her brown body and held her close as he soaped her back, and by the time he got around to her front, the aureoles on her breasts were hard and responded to his touch. Her hand went down between his legs and gently circled his erection, then she lathered it with soap. They were on a voyage of mutual discovery, with delight on (and beneath) every hand.

Then Jackie began to discourage his touches and to quickly wash herself. She changed her attitude and left him alone in the shower with a fast passionate kiss because an idea had come to her.

That idea had been to dry off as fast as possible and to put on a peach-colored silk nightie, then wait by the bathroom door for him, with her hair down her back again. When he opened it she raised her arms toward him, and when he saw her more than his arms rose toward her in return.

David carried her into the bedroom, then he lay beside her and began to caress her. He whispered: “You look beautiful in the panties and nightgown, but there seems to have been little point in putting them on, except for decoration, and a body like yours needs no decoration.”

She replied, “I realized that there was a great deal of point to it. I want to have you take them off of me, to have you undress me again, but this time in my bed.”

The sheer eroticism of this simple statement overwhelmed him, and he kissed Jackie again, pressing his hips against her as they lay. When they broke from that, they stared into each other’s eyes for long minutes, with their hands making little journeys and caresses.

Her reactions were very strong, but she was nervous about being touched in the regions that brought the strong reactions. So he became slower and gentler to calm her, and she gradually relaxed.

He said to her: “I certainly don’t want to pry, but you seem out of practice at this sort of thing. You must not have had much luck with men in the year since you moved in from Indiana.”

“I would say that there my luck has all been bad, in different ways,” she said in a small voice. “But I felt that you are a very sweet and kind man, and someone whom I could trust. I want to be with you more than any other man I have ever known, almost — maybe entirely, I don’t know, I feel mixed up.

“I could force myself to be calm while we undressed and while we showered, but now… Please, David, keep being gentle. I am nervous, but I want you, I want you to have me.”

He kissed her and he began again to fondle her. He raised the nightgown to kiss her soft breasts and her hard nipples. His fingers and his lips manipulated her there until she gave soft cries of passion and he moved to her soft flat stomach.

Soon he took the waistband of her silk panties and he tugged them down to expose the soft curls of hair under them. Jackie trembled in his arms with passion. He touched her there; she was ready for him.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for months,” Jackie whispered to him. “I can’t believe how wonderful it is to lie here with you. I want you.”

He was a very tender and gentle lover as he bared her body to his hands again. But he proved a very vigorous one after he had entered her. He lifted his body over hers, and Jackie opened herself to him. When his erection touched her labia and parted them for a fraction of an inch, her knees lifted and parted, perhaps in reflex. As she raised her knees, he entered her. She gave a shudder of satisfied desire as he sank into her liquid depths and tested her capacity. He moved slowly at first, but he built in force and speed. They followed their impulses until those impulses reached their height, a long and wonderful one. Her legs wrapped around him and her hips crashed into his with great force and her hands pulled on his buttocks until they met in orgasm. When that happened, her eyes opened wide and looked into his.

He thought that the sight of Jackie’s face, drawn in passion and surrounded by that cloud of hair, was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He rejoiced that the expression was caused by him. He said to her afterward, “Now I know that there is more than one thing that you are very good at.”

“I thought that we had worked well together before,” Jackie replied, “but that could never have prepared me for this.”

Jackie was very happy as she fell asleep beside David for the second time that night.

David stayed with her for most of Sunday and he helped her with last-minute things before saying goodbye. And that was not goodbye.

Jackie spent the next week with her sister and brother-in- law’s apartment with their two babies, in very close quarters. When her own apartment was ready, David was there to help her move in.

Her sister’s husband Ronald brought his younger brother, but it had seemed better to have Lucille stay home with the children. Ronald watched the way David moved and the way Jackie acted around him and he talked to him some. As he was leaving he turned to Jackie and said: “Maybe it’s better for another reason that Lucille didn’t come today. She might have been upset. But I wish you all the luck I can with what you are doing. Like they say, a good man is hard to find. You take good care of your friend there.”

Jackie made dinner for the two of them, but afterward when they lay on her bed together they fell asleep before they could do anything that would even be noticed in the middle of the street. Some hours later Jackie woke and took a long hot shower and returned to find David still asleep. She lay beside him naked and curled around his body. She drank in the odor of his body, of his maleness, as she dozed again.

He woke not long after to find a warm, clean, naked and desirable woman beside him. When he rose to stumble into the bathroom himself, she woke. When he started the shower, she got out sheets for the bed and put them on, then put blankets at the foot and lay back down to wait for him.

When he came back, David saw by the changes that Jackie had been awake, though she was not quite so now. He decided to awaken her with a kiss. But not on her mouth.

He wanted to give her another sort of kiss, and this was as good an opportunity as he would ever have to do it and awaken her in two ways at once.

She was dreaming about David — which was nothing new — but this time it was much more powerful than usual. As the pleasure grew enough to bring her to consciousness, she reached down to touch herself where she did when these dreams came and she found David. Her hands held on to his head as he applied it to take her higher and higher until she begged him to stop and move his body up so that she could feel him fill her.

This time their lovemaking was slow and deliberate, David using his skill to bring Jackie to the brink of fulfillment time and time again. He aroused her to a complete awareness of her own sexual potential, and when her thrusting hips tumbled her into the heady chasm he had created for her she was mindless, exhausted and totally content.

They slept again.

Really, two hundred miles was only a few hours on a train, and that’s not much on a weekend. Having him in Washington and her in Philadelphia even had advantages, in a way. Nobody could make comments about their scheduling three-day weekends that coincided, because nobody knew. This might seem wearing, going always between his apartment and hers, but it was the periods when they were apart that were difficult. And this life was a vast improvement over what either of them had before.

Not that they wanted it to last much longer that way. Sometime in the next three weekends, without either of them being quite aware of it at the time, they found that they were planning on marrying. From there they backed up and started to discuss the wedding. From there they went forward to talk about both of them leaving Carrolton Life to open a computer consulting firm, working out of their married home, and after that Jackie wanted to go to work with David on other projects. At least a boy and a girl.

Allison winked at Jim as she closed and locked the plastic cage. It was filled to capacity with half a quart of Shaun’s cum and Jim’s hard, throbbing, and strained cock and balls. Jim was tortured - he had to cum. He needed to cum. He couldn’t imagine staying hard for hours, his dick locked in this prison and the smell of cum and Allison’s arousal permeating the air. Allison pulled Jim to his feet. The cage felt heavy on his loins and the added weight of the cum which filled the device made it pull hard on his crotch.

As Shaun cleaned himself off, Allison grabbed the top of Jim’s sweatpants, which were now crumpled around his ankles, and pulled them over his cock and onto his hips. The plastic bubble left a ridiculously sized bulge in his crotch and a wet spot on his sweatpants where his precum and Shaun’s real cum leaked out of the tube and onto his pants. Jim had a terrible feeling that he knew what was next.

“Time for the party,” said Allison. Allison’s close friend Jen was having a bachelorette party in about an hour. Jim had a terrible feeling that he would find himself at that party. And as his thoughts turned back to sex and the incredible strain his penis was under, he knew he would not be able to feel release for some time to come. Allison locked up the front door as Shaun ushered Jim into the back seat of his oversized, black Hummer.

Finally he stopped rubbing her swollen clit, which was one of the biggest he had ever seen in his life, and he had seen many! He pulled her seat back up into a sitting position and told her again to look at his cock. Mary moaned as she looked down between Jerome’s legs now. When she did she saw the thickest blackest cock head sticking out the leg opening of his shorts about 8 inches. It was making a huge tent in the leg of the gym shorts and the fucking thing was still growing. As she touched the head directly now she gasped taking in another large breath of air as it jumped from her touch. When she felt it hot and hard in her fingers, she looked at Jerome and smiled.

As she held her one hand to her mouth the other one was now circled completely around his cock. Mary was holding a black man’s cock shaft and stroking it for the first time. She wasn’t holding or squeezing it on the outside of his short now. No! Her small white hand was holding the big black cock directly it was huge. She could feel it throbbing in her hand and she could feel how hard and hot it was. And it was still growing! “Oh my God Jerome!” she said, “How big is it? How big are you?”

He didn’t answer her, but inside his brain he said, “Yes! Fucking yes!!! She is my white bitch now!” Now he knew he would get to fuck her. Maybe not tonight but soon, very soon. He knew it!

As Mary took his hot black cock in both of her small white hands she slowly began to stroke him. Slowly and easily she was in a state of amazement as she watched her hands moving up and down the long hard shaft. Back and forth, up and down Mary played with his dick as they sat in his car. Now she began to really jerk him off. Faster and faster her hand flew up and down Jerome’s long hard shaft. He told her what he liked and she followed his directions without question. He liked that too.

As his dick grew and grew she asked him again how long he was. He just smiled back at her and asked her to measure it! She took both hands and placed them both over the shaft on top of each other. There was still the head and more than three inches that were not covered by her hands.

He said, “Enough for you baby? Big enough that your two hands can’t cover it all. See you still have some left over for your beautiful mouth to suck on. Suck it Mary. Suck my cock and show me how much you like it.”

She hesitated and again as she looked at the biggest blackest hardest cock she had ever seen. He told her again to suck it and please him as he kissed her and wiggled his two fingers inside her pussy hole. He told her he wanted her to make him to cum like he had made her do. He said, “Suck it Mary! Suck my dick and make me cum!”

She looked at him and then his cock and then back at him again. He said, “Suck it Mary!”

She smiled and obeyed. Mary bent her face down and took the hard cock head between her pink lips and into her mouth! Her white face was over his black cock and it felt hard and very smooth. She knew now that it was very, very thick too. She had to open her mouth very wide to accept it. They both moaned as she started to suck his cock head.

As she sucked on the head he took her hands and made her slowly stroked the long shaft with them. Jerome removed his fingers from her pussy and rubbed her cunt juice on her face. She moaned when she felt Jerome’s cock jump with his pleasure. As she sucked and licked the head of his cock, she felt Jerome’s fingers again begin to stroke her pussy this time from under her ass. As she knelt on the seat, her ass was up in the air and he reached around it and was rubbing her ass hole and pussy from behind.

It felt so nice that Mary opened her legs wide for him. Jerome told her to open them wider, and she did it. She was bent way over with her ass up in the air and her legs spread wide. Jerome began to finger both holes as she sucked his cock head. She moaned and cried out softly as she felt his two fingers stroke her pussy hole while his thumb went into her ass hole.

She sucked his cock harder when he began to finger fuck both holes. Soon she heard him moan and tell her that he was going to cum. She got scared and didn’t know what to do. So she was about to remove her mouth from his cock when Jerome felt her moving her mouth up to the head of his cock. He placed one had on the back of her head and pushed gently and told her, ‘No. Don’t take your mouth off of my cock baby! Suck it! Drink it baby! Drink my cum!”

She held no choice now. Mary held her mouth over the big cock head and took an inch or two of the shaft, further into her mouth. As she sucked and sucked Jerome pushed more on her head as he began to lift his hips and ass and fuck her mouth. Mary sucked more and more of his cock as he fucked her mouth. He held her in place and told her to get ready that it was going to cum. Mary had never drunk her husband’s cum. He always pulled her up and put his dick into her pussy and shot off inside her. So now Mary didn’t know what to do. She continued to suck on Jerome’s black cock feeling it throb in her mouth as the head and a few inches laid on her tongue as she sucked and ran the tongue around the head like Jerome told her to do.

Soon Jerome was thrusting his hips faster up into Mary’s face. She knew it was going to explode> She felt his dick get hotter, thicker and yes, even harder. As he pushed one last time she felt it trying to going down her throat. But it was just too big. Mary gagged as the first shot of cum pumped out the head of his black cock and move down her throat. She swallow it as more and more pumped into her mouth and began to flow down her throat.

Mary drank and drank and Jerome shot load after load into her hungry mouth. He was surprised that Mary took it all. A few drops were hanging from her lips and chin when he finally let her head go. She was finally allowed to come up for air.

Mary sat up and looked at him. He smiled and took his finger and wiped the drops of cum from her chin and then put his fingers against her lips. She protested for just a second and then opened her lips and sucked on his finger. She cleaned his fingers.

Jerome kissed her and held her and told her how much he loved what she had done to him with her mouth. He told her she was wonderful and beautiful. Mary told him he made her cum so hard from his fingers she almost passed out. As they kissed and held and touched each other some more, Jerome whispered into Mary’s ear to clean his cock for him.

She looked at him and then smiled into his dark face and bent down and licked it clean his cock taking the drops of cum that slipped out his dick. She licked his balls and shaft, which was deflated but then, began to get hard again from her tongue and lips. When he was semi-hard she sat back up and he kissed her and told her he needed to fuck her so bad he ached inside.

Jerome held her face and looked directly into Mary’s eyes. He said, “Mary. I want to fuck you. You know I do and I think you want me to do it, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer him but she didn’t tell him no. He said, “Don’t you want to feel this big cock inside you making you scream and remove that lust inside you? Let me show you how good it will fell baby! Let me fuck you tonight Mary. Right here, right now in my car, let me put my cock in your pussy and send you to heaven baby!”

Mary was thinking what a great orgasm she had from his fingers and she said to herself, “My God! If his fingers feel this good inside me, his cock will most likely kill me with pleasure. But God help me I have to know how it feels! I’m going to fuck him soon! I need to fuck him soon. I have to feel what that big cock feels like inside me.”

She kissed him and held him and then looked him in the eyes and told him she wanted him too. But, she said, “No not tonight baby. I’m sorry but not tonight there’s know time. I have to get home. Look I want your cock as bad as you want my pussy, but not in this car, not on this parking lot.”

He said, “Then when baby. I can’t wait much longer! Jesus I feel like I’m going to explode inside I want you so bad.”

She kissed him again and smiled a little as she said, “OK. Look, this week my husband is scheduled to leaves for Boston and then Europe. He’ll be gone in three days and then he’ll be away from that Sunday until the following Thursday maybe Friday. We’ll have at least 10 days or more to get this out of our systems. We can work out the schedule and times we will meet. I promise the next time I see you I’ll fuck you. God I want your cock so bad baby!”

He said, “So when exactly are we going to meet.”

She said, “Well on Friday we’ll set the time for Monday. Then on Monday after he is gone for sure we can fuck each other crazy.”

She pulled him close and whispered as she licked his ear, “I can’t wait to feel that big cock in my pussy Jerome! I hope you can last that long and wait until them. I want your cock to fill me with its hardness and then I want it to fill me with your cum again and again. I’m sorry but that’s the way it has to be Jerome. You know I want that big cock of yours now! Right now but I can’t take the chance on this parking lot it’s much too late now. I should have been home 30 minutes ago. Hell, I’m scared even here in the back parking lot in the dark with no one around. We can’t do it here, I’m sorry. We’ll have to wait and do it Monday, when Bob is gone and there’s no chance of him finding out. I’m not going to destroy my marriage Jerome. I don’t want to loose my husband and I won’t. But, I want to fuck your big cock. Hell I have to fuck it at lest once to see how it feels. I hope you understand.”

He said, “yea I understand. But I’m sure once won’t be enough for you or me Mary. OK. Where can we do it Mary, my place on Monday night?”

She said, “No. My house it has to be my house Jerome. I have to be there just in case he calls. I’m going to fuck you first on my bed but we might end up fucking all over the house. But, that’s the only place we’ll do it, my house. I have to be very, very careful. I don’t want to loose my husband but damn it, I want to feel that big dick of yours inside me.”

He smiled and told her he would be worth the wait. He pulled her to him and cupped her wet pussy one last time. He shoved three fingers into her still wide-open hole and she moaned again into his mouth as she sucked on his tongue and squeezed his soft but growing cock. She held him tight as she squeezed his dick with her small hand jerking on it until it was throbbing in her hand again. Finally they separated and she smiled at him and looked at his black snake sticking p. She said, “I’ll take care of that on Monday.”

Both of them were so ready to fuck each other right there it hurt. But Mary was in charge, at least for now. She got out of his car and into her car and she drove home to her suburban house with her white husband who had purchased dinner and was waiting for her.

Jerome smiled as he put his dick back into his gym shorts and sat there on the parking lot. He knew this Monday would be a good one.

She looked in the mirror and saw only on mark. But it was covering her left tit right next to her nipple. How the hell was she going to keep that mark from her husband tomorrow night when he came home and wanted to fuck him? She decided to tell him she was having her period and suck him off for a few days.

Then she cleaned everything twice and went to sleep. The next day she dressed conservatively and made one last check of the house. Then she waited.

She looked in the mirror and saw only on mark. But it was covering her left tit right next to her nipple. How the hell was she going to keep that mark from her husband tomorrow night when he came home and wanted to fuck him? She decided to tell him she was having her period and suck him off for a few days.

Then she cleaned everything twice and went to sleep. The next day she dressed conservatively and made one last check of the house. Then she waited.

“George, what happened to me? I’ve never done anything like that before. It was wonderful.”

“That’s called cumming or having an orgasm. You’ve had sex with your boyfriends, haven’t you?”

“Of course. It’s fun, but nothing like what just happened. Should it always be like that?

“Yes. At least, most of the time. If you never have an orgasm with your boy friend, you should either make him learn how to help you have one or get a new boyfriend. One who will deserve somebody as wonderful as you.”

“Maybe I will. Your ..er.. titi is sure big. I knew that when I felt it before, but it looks even bigger than it felt.”

Actually, my cock is of average size, or slightly larger, but my body is much bigger than that of most Philippine men and my cock is probably bigger than any that Rosie had experienced until then.

“Do you have a rubber, George, and do you mind using it? I like you a lot but I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Because I had gone to the restaurant hoping to have sex with Rosie, I had gone there prepared. “Yes, I do,” I told her, and went to where I had left my pants to take the condom out of the pocket and put it on.

Rosie stayed where she was on the bed and spread her legs wider. Once again, I got on at the foot and walked on my knees until I was between her smooth, tan thighs. She reached down to spread her lips, and I leaned forward, supporting my upper body with one hand and guiding my cock with the other, until the tip was against Rosie’s pussy. Some of the juices that I had grudgingly left there were trickling down her crotch so I rubbed the head of my cock against them to spread the lubrication.

Both of us were ready and, pressing against the small hole she was holding open for me, I gave a firm push. Rosie cooed delightedly as the head of my cock wedged into her, and I also murmured happily. Her pussy was tight and I could already feel pleasure radiating out from where I had just barely penetrated. She continued to hold herself open and, with another push, almost an inch more of my hard shaft squeezed into her. We let other know how great it felt.

Rosie’s pussy was tight enough and my cock was in far enough that I no longer needed to guide it, so I leaned forward and put my hands on the mattress beside her shoulders, so I was looking down at her lovely face. Slowly, I pushed forward again, and felt more of my cock ease into her. Rosie, as eager as I was for her pussy to envelop everything I had for her, pushed up to meet me.

“George, that feels so good, what you’re doing. I’m really glad you came back to the restaurant today.”

“So am I. You are very sweet and your pussy is one of the nicest I’ve ever seen.” Rosie blushed a little, but also smiled at what she might have thought was flattery. It wasn’t; I meant every word I said to her that day, especially the compliments.

During our words of mutual admiration, another thrust had imbedded most of my cock in the pussy that I thought was so nice. I leaned forward and Rosie, seeing me approaching, reached out to pull me to her. While she hugged my shoulders, I curled my arms under hers and rested the weight of my upper body on my elbows and forearms. From what she had said earlier, I could tell that Rosie was rather inexperienced and her previous lovers had been idiots and selfish clods. As with any sex partner, I wanted her to get the most pleasure possible from making love with me. There is nothing altruistic about this; I learned long ago that, the more fun it is for the woman, the more fun it is for me. Without my weight pressing on her, Rosie would be free to move under me and enjoy everything to the utmost.

Moving very slowly, wanting to make it last as long as possible, I drew most of the way out, paused, and plunged my cock back into her. Feeling it surging into her pussy, Rosie wrapped her legs around my hips and fucked back to meet me. Our bodies met with a soft collision and Rosie moaned in extreme pleasure as my cock drove all the way into her, letting her soft pubic hair mingle with mine.

The next stroke was a duplicate of the first, except that I moaned also, creating a duet of bliss. Her pussy really was one of the best in my experience, and every stroke into her sent pleasure flooding my body as she squeezed the entire length of my shaft. Besides being tight, it was flooded with her juices. My cock drove in and out with a minimum of friction, and the marvelous aroma added an extra element of delight.

For a long time we continued fucking. I plunged my cock into her slowly, and with a minimum of contact with her clit. By doing that, we would be able to make our pleasure last a long time, and Rosie was so wonderful I wanted it to last forever, if possible. The longer we continued the more frenetic her movements became. Besides fucking back to meet me, Rosie’s body rocked from side to side as my cock plowed in and out of her. Her fingers raked back and forth on my back as she moved, and I was glad her nails were well-trimmed, because otherwise they would have produced severe lacerations.

It would have been worth it. Rosie’s face underneath mine was truly a thing of beauty, especially with her eyes blissfully closed and her mouth open, and her head once again rolling back and forth on the pillow. Her body was even more gorgeous, her skin a lovely tan and her dark brown nipples, big and hard and digging into my chest as she moved under me. Everything about Rosie was as close to perfect as a woman can be, especially her tight, wet pussy that sent waves of pleasure inundating my body, her delightful aroma and the way she moaned and whimpered as she neared ecstasy again.

“Oh, George, this is wonderful. I think I’m cumming or having an orgasm again.”

I thought she was too, or was very close to it. I was nearly ready to climax also, my pleasure building up like a geyser that was close to bursting. I moved up slightly on her body and, from the changed position, I drove my cock more down into her pussy, massaging her clit with every stroke, both going in and coming out.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Rosie whimpered in time with my thrusts into her, and I could feel her clutching me more tightly with her arms and legs, while her body thrashed under mine.

I was sure she was cumming and I kept pounding in and out of her even faster, and at the same angle. I could feel her clit scraping my cock and I could feel Rosie thrusting her pussy against me, matching my speed.

“Ah! AH!” she cried joyously and her whole body clenched momentarily before once again completely relaxing. I looked down at her sweet, smiling, and totally satisfied face, and didn’t stop or even slow down. With a dozen more strokes of my cock, the geyser inside me exploded, saturating me with pleasure, and I ejaculated three separate bursts of semen into my condom. I was done, and collapsed on top of Rosie.

We lay together in a very happy and satisfied pile, while my cock softened inside her pussy, until it slipped out. I finally rolled off her and we turned toward each other so we could cuddle and kiss.

“That was wonderful, and you’re wonderful, George. But how do I get Philippine men to treat me the way you did?”

“Tell them what you want, and if they won’t do it, find somebody who will. You’re sweet enough and beautiful enough to do that, and if your men do what I did, they’ll enjoy sex with you a lot more, just like I did.”

Rosie kissed me again, and I could tell it was something dismissive, at least for that day.

“Thanks again, George. I’m really, really glad you came into the restaurant today. I hope you can come back tomorrow too, because that’s my other day off.”

*

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Leonard was from a small town on the outskirts of Tacoma in Washington State. Although he had been with women of many races, he had never met his ideal Caucasian woman. Beth was about as ideal as he could imagine, he told her. His surprise at being the object of Beth’s own fantasies was genuine, but appreciated.

“We need to leave, I think,” suggested Beth.

“What about your husband?”

“It was his idea that I come over here to see you.”

Leonard smiled at Beth, then waved at Martin.

They left quickly. Martin stayed behind and enjoyed the whole floor show, including the part where the sisters actually fucked each other. He especially liked the part when he got to fasten the straps on their toy. The taxi ride to Leonard’s hotel lasted only a few minutes, but it seemed an eternity. Neither Beth nor Leonard was prepared to give the cabbie a show. They barely touched, but that only meant a building passion. They got out and walked into the hotel holding hands like a friendly couple.

The ride up the elevator to his room on the twelfth floor took very little time, but already steam was rising from both of them. They ran to the door of the room; Leonard struggled with the key card until Beth took it from him. Before the door was even closed they were grabbing at each other, pawing and kissing madly.

Beth had to crane her neck to reach Leonard’s mouth. But his kissing was spectacular and worth the effort. They fell back onto the bed with Leonard grabbing at her tits with both his massive hands. Although large, her breasts disappeared into his hands. She thought again of the hands-penis thing; she was beginning to believe it as she felt his hardening length pressing against her thigh.

By unannounced agreement, they both slowed down. Leonard leaned back and told Beth, “I have always wanted a beautiful white woman with a great rack —just like yours.”

“You’re welcome. Do you want to help me with these buttons?”

His hands were soft and the buttons of her blouse were soon open. He tenderly opened her blouse, she rolled her shoulders and it slipped off her shoulders to the floor. She was wearing one of her favourite and most exciting bras tonight. It was long and had many delicate clasps all down the front. Leonard eyes were gleaming in anticipation, his mouth watering. He slowly and carefully undid the first clasp. Then a second one. A third. Before undoing the final clasp at the top, the one holding together her massive breasts, Leonard hesitated as he took in the wonder of Beth’s luscious body.

Then the final clasp. He sucked in his breath as he stared. Then he placed one hand beneath each of her tits. His grasp was gentle but firm. Beth pushed her chest forward to meet his hands. His face moved downward and he took one of her nipples into his mouth, then the other, all the while he massaged her flesh with his wonderful hands.

Beth was in heaven. Her chest heaving, she compared the chocolate skin of her new lover against her own alabaster flesh. This could not possibly be happening, she worried. “Is this a dream?” she asked.

The answer was mumbled into her cleavage as Leonard refused to stop licking at her perfect chest. Her nipples were absolutely rigid with desire. His nibbling and sucking were also having an effect on her cunt, though it was still hidden underneath her skirt.

Silently, Leonard worked the rest of her clothing off her body, but his mouth never left her breasts. Naked, Beth was at his mercy. He kissed her all over, never straying far from those wonderful tits, but always finding a way to excite her even more. All the while her thrill was building from the contrast of their bodies. It was time for Leonard to get naked, too. Beth pushed him slightly away and motioned that she wanted to remove his shirt. Her hands shook, just as his had, as she unbuttoned it. The soft silk of the fabric was matched by the softness of the skin beneath it. Her eyes were wide with appreciation as she ran her hands over his bare chest. It took both her hands to grasp one of his and bring it up to her chest once more.

Leonard stood next to the bed; Beth sat on the side facing him. Naked, her heavy breasts rose and fell with her rapid breath. Before her stood her dream, her fantasy. It was finally going to happen.

As he stood there Beth could see the bulge growing in his trousers. He just stood there as she undid his belt buckle. Then came the button at the waist. Beth leaned forward to kiss Leonard’s smooth, tight stomach. The skin was soft and warm to her mouth; she could hear him breathing deeply as she licked up from his waist to his neck. One long, sensual pass of her tongue.

His cock stirred in its trap. It fought for release.

Beth sat back down on the bed and ran her hands across the exposed flesh before her. Her eyes grew larger as she realized the lump in Leonard’s pants was still growing. He just stood there, enjoying the moment and the anticipation. She reached one hand up to his fly and slowly dragged the zipper down. A pause, then in one smooth motion his pants were down around his ankles.

Leonard wore no underwear and there, facing Beth, was the most beautiful cock cock she had ever seen. It was as big around as her wrist, at least two inches in diameter. Circumcised, it was as long as her forearm, easily ten inches, and so heavy that even erect it couldn’t support itself and was barely able to make it to horizontal. (Later she would measure her forearm and discover that Leonard had indeed been ten inches long.)

The massive cock rose from a thick patch of tightly curled, pure black pubic hair. A thick vein flowed along the left side of the still-hardening shaft. She could feel it pulsing to his heartbeat in her hands. The shaft tapered slightly towards the end and curved to the left and up. It was darker than Leonard’s skin making the huge knob that was the head appear even more ripe, pink and juicy.

Beth was overwhelmed by the sight and simply sat there watching Leonard’s thick shaft continue to grow. It never did reach past horizontal —too much meat. As she regained her senses, Beth reached her other hand forward to cup his balls; it took both hands to hold them. With his sac in her palms, she leaned forward reverently and placed a delicious kiss on the crown of his cock helmet. She tried to put it in her mouth but the best she could do was to get the head and a bit of the shaft. Leonard just watched as she enjoyed her first taste of BBC. “I will never be able to take that.”

“We’ll take it slow, babe,” purred Leonard in his deep voice.

“I want to be on top,” requested Beth.

Leonard moved onto the bed and lay back. His bulk took up all of the centre of the king-size bed. Beth stood up, taking in the sight before her. His body was muscled, taut, smooth, silky, delicious. It was glorious. And as if to call extra attention to itself, Leonard’s cock throbbed visibly, drawing Beth’s eye once more.

Leonard was watching her as she climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Her eyes were focussed on his erection; she could see nothing else now. She lowered her mouth to his shaft and licked all along one side, down the other. Her saliva coated his skin, coated the bright pink knob. She slid her body all along Leonard’s. Her welcoming tits dragged along his legs, over his thighs until they arrived at his cock, still glistening with her saliva.

She took her hands and held her boobs tightly together, encasing her new toy tightly between them and gently slid his cock back and forth, agonizingly slow. Leonard’s hips were already pushing up to meet her tit tunnel. This was part of his fantasy, too.

Pumping his cock in this manner, Beth was able to capture the head with her lips each time it came close. Leonard was soon doing most of the thrusting as Beth just held her tits tightly around his organ. His hands closed over hers and she let him take charge of her wonderful melons. Her hands slid to the spot underneath his cock where she grasped and held his huge black balls as he fucked her chest.

Beth could wait no longer. Leonard had been fucking her tits for a long time and had not yet come. As much as she wanted his sperm all over her body, she knew that there would be many chances this night. She was ready to try Leonard’s cock in her cunt. Beth pulled away all the while holding on to his balls and his big cock. As she stroked it with both her hands she realized that neither hand could reach all the way around the thick pole.

Beth crawled forward and straddled his hips with hers. She could feel his cock pushed up against her ass, demanding entry. She raised her ass until her pussy was poised directly above his cock with the head slightly parting her lips. Her juices were flowing freely, mixing freely with his pre-cum and her saliva. This lubricant was enough to make entrance possible. Slowly, inch by inch, Beth lowered herself onto that massive shaft. She gently moved her hips back and forth and around. Each movement made her wetter; each movement lubricated his shaft a bit more.

It must have taken five minutes before Leonard was completely inside her cunt. Once there, everything stopped. Beth was completely in control now. She raised her hips a little, then sat back down gently, and with a groan of pleasure. He just laid back, his fingers intertwined behind his gleaming bald head, patiently enjoying the soft yet firm grip of Beth’s cunt. Her muscles were massaging him but her body was barely moving. Again she rose slightly, then dropped back down. A bit harder this time. The third time she rose enough to let half of the big cock show, then she drove herself down hard. It felt great. For both of them. A few more half withdrawals and she was ready to fuck. Beth rose up, sliding all but the head of Leonard’s cock out of her pussy. Then she drove herself down harder than ever before. Again. Again. She was riding the massive shaft for all she was worth. Her orgasms had been as uncountable as they had been intense. And she was not about to stop.

Leonard still had not come. He appeared to have complete control over his orgasms, or the most amazing staying power.

“God! Can you fuck!” roared Leonard.

“Thanks!” Beth continued her ride, bucking up and down with a wild abandon. Her pleasure was not to be denied.

Beth told her new lover, “tell me when you are going to come.”

“When do you want me to?”

“What? You can do that?”

“Pretty much, but you are making it pretty tough on me. I just love to watch your big breasts bouncing like that in front of me.” As he said that his hands again cupped her tits and squeezed them hard. She leaned forward, offering them to his thick lips and mouth. He bit her nipple, sucked on it, squeezed her hard in a way that just made her come again.

As she screamed her pleasure Leonard asked her, “can I come all over your tits?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Beth, still in the throes of another orgasm.

With his strong arms, Leonard almost picked Beth up and placed her on her back beside him on the bed. He got up and knelt astride her chest. All Beth could see was this huge black shaft dangling in front of her. All Leonard could think of was the incredible woman underneath him. With one huge hand he stroked his cock; the other was still grabbing at her big boobs. His masturbation was forceful and demanding. The image was too much for Beth as she fondled his balls yet again. She grabbed at his tight buns trying to draw him forward.

Beth watched as his hand slid smoothly back and forth along the thick shaft. Each time, the huge cockhead would thrust forward. The stroking was intense and incredibly erotic. Leonard continued to jack off above Beth’s body. After a long while he moaned slightly and asked her, “are you ready? I’m going to come.”

“Come, my BBC. Come all over me with that big black cock of yours.”

All at once, a river of ejaculate shot from the huge, bulbous cockhead. It shot onto her tits, past them to her face, into her hair. It was all over her. Beth watched as Leonard continued to stroke his beautiful tool, though more slowly now. She reached her hand down to her breast and brought it up to her mouth to lick up the thick streams of cum that coated her nipple and aureola. Then she did the same with the other breast, glancing up at Leonard to gauge his reaction. He liked it.

Watching this, Leonard stopped his movements. This beautiful white woman with the incredible boobs was eating his come from her own tits. He had let go of his cock and it lay heavily on her belly, the head just grazing her right boob. Although it had started to soften, his cock was already beginning to respond to the stimulating sight, and touch of her flesh. Beth saw what was happening and sighed. It was going to happen again. She was living her BBC fantasy, alright.

Leonard easily took control of the moment. He took Beth’s hand and pulled her gently off the bed; she followed his lead easily, willingly. He led her to the meeting table in the suite. There, he grasped her by the hips and lifted her onto the table top. Standing between her legs his crotch was just a bit too high to slide into her directly so he bent his legs slightly and presented his hard-again penis to the flooded entrance of her vagina. They were going to fuck again. Already.

Beth leaned back on her hands, pressed her hips forward and offered herself to him completely. Her pussy was ready, the lips puffy and swollen from the first fuck, and from anticipation of the second. She not able to say a word and just moaned an invitation to her lover. To her BBC. Leonard understood perfectly what she needed now. He pressed forward so that his massive, ruby red knob pushed up against her willing cunt. Her lips parted, engulfing the head of his cock. He paused. Then made one smooth and forceful thrust to bury himself all the way to his balls. Her gasp in reaction to the powerful injection of his cock was all the reward he needed, but the depths of her pussy felt wonderful, too.

All at once! It had gone in all at once —without any hesitation and now Beth was again stuffed with cock. She loved the feeling. Her hips thrust back against him as if commanding him to continue, to fuck her the way she really needed to be fucked —with a massive BBC pounding at her insides.

Leonard, still squatting slightly, pulled his cock out as suddenly as it had gone in. There was the sloppy sound of suction as he withdrew. Then he plowed it back into her. His black shaft sank deep into this beautiful woman with the incredible breasts. They both looked down at the junction of their flesh. The contrasting alabaster flesh of Beth’s thighs, the rosiness of her pussy, the thin blond hair on her crotch, and the dark shadows of his fabulous meat. They watched as first there was a cock about to enter the pink heaven that was her cunt. Then it would smoothly disappear into her body, only to reappear just as quickly. Leonard continued to pound her pussy with his impressive organ, his balls slapping against her ass each time he buried it to the hilt.

As she watched this game of contrasts, Beth began to lose control. Her orgasm was shockingly intense and came up on her rapidly. Her screams of pleasure made Leonard pause to ask, “are you alright?”

His worried tone was sweet, but he had stopped fucking her. “Fuck me hard! Make me come again!”

He knew that she was more than just alright. He grabbed Beth’s ass in hands and he raised her up, comfortably impaled on his rock-hard organ. He then lifted her up again, and dropped her onto his shaft. In this way he continued to fuck her, or maybe masturbate with her would be a better description. Still fucking her, Leonard carried Beth over to the wall where he leaned her back and really started to pound into her cunt hard. Each thrust made the pictures on the wall rattle. The whole room seemed to shake as he continued to penetrate Beth. Again and again he sank himself into her willing body.

Beth could feel how hard he was, even after having come already. She wondered if his cock alone might be capable of supporting her weight, but decided not to chance it. She had already enjoyed another orgasm or two and was revelling in the way Leonard was using her body for his pleasure. They fucked for a long time before slowing down.

Leonard was in wonderful physical shape and only now was beginning to breathe a bit harder after his exertions against the wall. Beth was more out of breath and she had done no more than meet his angry cock with her soothing cunt. Of course, the many orgasms had also had their effect, too.

Sliding out of Beth —he still had not come— Leonard tugged her arm towards the balcony. He slid the curtains open wide, opened the door and they stepped into the cool night air. From the twelfth floor, the view of Vancouver was most impressive. Together, they leaned against the railing and looked south to English Bay with its freighters all lit up in the night. To the north they could just make out the lights of Grouse Mountain and the North Shore. Their breathing had calmed and they talked.

Leonard was the buyer for a small chain of fabric stores that was building its notions department. He was in the city to source new suppliers and had been occupied all day with various meetings and parties hosted by the big suppliers.

“That explains why I could not find you in the conference centre, then,” said Beth.

“You were looking for me?”

“Don’t joke, Leonard. You know I was!”

“I guess,” he trailed off. “I am glad that I had breakfast this morning. Usually I have a tea and a muffin in my room and run out the door but today I decided I needed to relax a bit first.”

“We were fortunate, weren’t we?”

“I have to ask you an important question, but it may seem funny after what has been going on.”

“Shoot. I mean, ask away. I don’t think I could catch enough of you if you shot now.” “What about your husband? Does he know this is happening?” Beth explained the arrangement that Martin and she had, and that it had been Martin who had encouraged her to meet Leonard. “He knows how much I have always wanted a BBC.”

“What in the hell is a BBC? You keep saying that and I’ve been wondering all this time.”

“Big Black Cock, silly.” “Oh. It is, isn’t it?” They looked down to his crotch at the same time. The cool night air and the conversation had taken most of his erection, but his cock was still glorious. As he leaned there, one elbow resting on the railing, Beth stared at his cock. At the source of her pleasure for the last hour and a half. It was pretty much soft now and still hung from him larger than most men she had seen. It was easily one and a half inches thick and probably seven inches long. The shaft arched up slightly, curving off to the left. Even soft it had held its shape.

As she admired it, Beth took it into her hands once more. He was so tall that his crotch came up to a point just below her breasts. From that close she was able to truly enjoy the sight of this wonderful tool. As she played with the cock, checking its weight as if at a meat counter, he began to get hard again. She felt it growing in her hands. It stirred and pulsed rhythmically. Her cunt was stirring right along with it.

As Beth played with his cock, Leonard watched her body in the dim light of the night. Each time she moved her tits shook slightly. Her nipples were especially attractive for him as he loved big areola; he loved how the skin around her nipples tightened along with the nipple itself. The supple thighs, her ample but firm ass, her hands on his crotch, and most of all, the wonder in her eyes as she took in the sight of his body. Taken together, all these things made his cock react impressively.

“Do you realize that you are not the only one with a fantasy tonight?” he asked as she held him tightly in both hands.

“What do you mean?”

“You are very much the ideal woman of my fantasies. Your body is just perfect to me. That is why I find it so easy to get hard with you. Every inch of your body turns me on, Beth. Look what it’s doing now.”

Indeed, his cock had gone completely rigid and was again engorged with desire for Beth’s sex.

Her response was to turn away from him to lean up against the railing. Leaning forward, she spread her legs wide, her feet as far apart as they could comfortably be. In this position her pussy was wide open and her big tits hung over the railing available to the whole city. She wiggled her ass to invite him in.

Leonard moved up against her and pressed himself against the entrance of his perfect cunt. Beth reached down with one hand to guide the big cock into herself as it demanded entry. She pushed he ass backward to meet it head on, as it were. Leonard pushed forward to sink fully into her melting orifice. She was already, or was that still, drenched. The juice was all hers as Leonard had not yet come inside her.

Their position was perfect for a middle of the night fuck on a balcony in a big city. Beth felt her tits bounce with each thrust from the man behind her. They hung there, open to the night air as the lovers continued to thrust and push. Beth felt the next orgasm building up slowly, much more slowly than any of the others she had already enjoyed today —especially the last few with Leonard. Her body was responding in perfect time to the motions of her BBC. Each thrust was countered to achieve the maximum penetration, and the maximum pleasure for each of them. Moment by moment, the electricity of her ‘little visitor’ built up. This was Beth’s term for an orgasm when in polite society. She held back the waves that were building. With great difficulty she held them back, waiting for the moment when Leonard might finally ejaculate deep insider her cunt.

But Leonard did not come. Beth was beginning to wonder if he ever would. How could any man fuck for two hours and come only once? And then only because he wanted to?! This was a treasure, she thought.

“Do you want me to come inside you this time?” asked Leonard softly, in between thrusts.

“Can you come again?” chided Beth.

Leonard redoubled his fucking. His strong hands held onto Beth around the waist and he rammed himself in and out of her remarkable hole.

“Tell me when you’re coming,” asked Beth. “I will come with you.”

“Now. I’m coming now!” exclaimed Leonard in his deep, clear voice. Beth could see people on the street far below looking up towards them. Her tits were hanging completely over the railing and bouncing wildly now. She could see some people down below pointing up towards her. She waved and replied with her own “I’m coming… fuck me harder….”

Leonard shot his sperm deep inside Beth’s grasping pussy. He pumped gently for several more minutes, never losing his firmness.

Finished shooting insider her cunt, Leonard withdrew. His cock was still hard, having lost little to his orgasm. He asked Beth, “can I put it in your ass?” His tone was hesitant and gentle. “I have never fucked a woman that way and I think you would be the most perfect woman to try it with. I know how big I am, but I can be very careful.”

“For you, I would like to try it, too. But we need to get some more lubricant, I think.”

“What can we use?” “I have some in my bag.”

“What? You carry anal lubricant with you?”

As they went back into the room, Beth was leading her man by the cock as she had seen in the nightclub show not so many hours ago. She told him about the other wonders that her bag held. She took out the lube, and her purple vibrator. Leonard’s eyes were wide with surprise, especially after she described her trip up the peninsula. Nothing she said made his cock any softer. In fact, with each part of the story it seemed to grow another little bit. Beth was beginning to wonder if she could really take something so big up her asshole.

As she held him by the thick root of his cock, they kissed, pressing their bodies tightly one against the other. His hands roved all over her body stopping often on her tits. One hand played with her ass as she wiggled it to tease and excite him. Soon, Leonard held her tightly against his body, grasping one of her ample cheeks in each hand. He was able to cover her ass with his big hands. He pulled her cheeks apart and played tentatively with her anus.

Beth continued to gyrate against him. His cock was as hard as it had been all night and was pressing up against cunt from below. She was up on her tip toes, she was almost sitting atop the shaft. Her movements did as much to excite Leonard as they did her. She rubbed her sex against the big black shaft between her legs and moved back and forth along its length. Each moment that passed in this way excited her even more, made her that much wetter. Each second she wanted him more but she knew that she would have to be ready to be able to take that monster into her ass.

Beth often enjoyed anal sex with Martin as she had with some of her other lovers. She would often insert one of her smaller dildos or vibrators in there while she was being fucked. Martin particularly loved the feel of her vibrators as she jammed is cock into her; he could feel the electric pulses against his own shaft and would invariably enjoy a more intense orgasm each time. But although Martin had a good sized cock, this was no Martin pressing up against her now. She was as worried about disappointing Leonard by not being able to take him in her ass as she was excited about the possibility that she would.

As Leonard pawed at her buttocks, Beth reached around him to the bed to pick up the tube of lubricant she had removed from her bag. “Here, you’ll want to use a lot of this,” she told Leonard.

“I think I had better, baby.”

His deep, masculine voice had a real effect on her body. She felt a shiver down her spine as she anticipated what was developing.

Leonard pulled away from Beth and in doing so freed his cock from between her voluptuous thighs. Standing there, his penis was horizontal to the floor. The vein down the side was pulsating strongly; Beth watched carefully. As she did, Leonard drizzled a long ribbon of fuck-lube onto his cock. It flowed from the tube landing first at the base of his cock, pooling up at the base of his shaft where it widened to join his pubic region. The lube was ribboning out of the tube as Leonard trailed it along the full length of his cock where he ended with a large glob of the smooth liquid thus coating the whole of his cock helmet. Beth could see the lube very slowly spreading to coat the sides of her new toy.

Leonard took his other hand and slid it along his thick, meaty black rod, spreading the lubricant all over it. He playfully pumped his cock a few times as if to masturbate in front of Beth. “Don’t waste that cock, Leonard!”

“Don’t worry, babe, there’s lots more as long as you are here to enjoy it.”

To get him started, Beth walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room. The high, wide arms would be perfect for her to lean over as Leonard aimed himself towards her ass. She bent over at the waist and rested her chest comfortably on the arm. She wiggled her ass, inviting him to give it a try. That was enough, of course.

He certainly knew what to do. So far tonight, Leonard has demonstrated what a capable and sensitive lover he was. Now he was downright gentlemanly as he prepared her for the experience of taking his BBC into her dark hole. He sat on the coffee table with his face close to her buttocks. His tongue snaked out to lick one cheek, then the other. Beth moaned at the warm, wet bath she was receiving. His hands were holding her hips firmly as she bucked slightly. He continued to kiss her ass as his hands first held her, then roamed all over her thighs and legs. He brought one hand up slowly between her thighs and inserted a finger into her pussy. As wet as she was, he had no difficulty pressing two, then three fingers into her.

He fucked her like that for several minutes and when she was starting to get most excited and approached another orgasm, he took his fingers from her cunt and very carefully slipped one gently into her anus. It went in easily, even without the artificial lubricant. With one finger in her ass, he drizzled the lube onto his other fingers and worked another one into her passage. The additional lubrication made the entry easy and painless for her.

As he was doing this, Beth was having her next orgasm. She called out to him, “slap my ass!”

“What?”

“Slap my ass with your other hand.”

Whack! Whack!

“Like that?”

“Harder if you want.” WHACK!

This had always been the one guaranteed way to turn Beth on and prepare her for a good fucking. She was now moving around all over the arm of the sofa and Leonard was having difficulty keeping her in place. Removing his two fingers from her ass, he took the lubricant and puddled it into the palm of that hand. He reinserted the fingers and worked the slippery gel all over Beth’s butt, coating her completely. The remainder of the tube he pumped onto his cock once more. Then he stood up.

“Are you ready for me?” “Please… fuck my ass, lover. You BBC!”

This was exactly what Leonard had hoped to hear; what he had fantasized about for so long. He was about to shove his horse-cock all the way into a woman’s ass. And a gorgeous, big-titted white woman at that!

Once more he gently pressed his two digits into her. As he withdrew this time, however, he replaced the fingers with the head of his cock. Beth gasped as she felt that lump up against her near﷓virgin hole, but she knew this was the one for her. “Put it in.”

He pressed his hips forward slightly, feeling a bit of resistance. Then the head of his cock slipped comfortably into the tightest place he had ever been. Sure, he had fucked women with small cunts, but this was different. He could feel the pressure all around his dick as if a hand was grasping it firmly, smoothly. He continued pressing himself deeper into her ass. Slowly. Carefully. Leonard did not want this to end.

“How is that?” he asked her, concerned that this might be as much as she could take.

“Feels superb! Got any more?” she asked playfully. “Go easy, though.”

With about eight inches of shaft still waiting at the gate, Leonard knew that he would have to be gentle. That was a lot of cock. Had Beth seen how much meat was still left to disappear, she might have hesitated. But she could not see it.

Leonard pressed forward. Very smoothly, very slowly. Beth pushed back a bit to encourage him in his mission. So far, everything was working out just fine. She already felt full, but there was still room, she thought.

“How much left, lover?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“How much??”

“About three more inches. Are you feeling okay still?”

“I think I am full. But give me a bit more anyway.”

He leaned forward and gave her another two inches in a sharp thrust.

“Good?”

“I can almost feel it in my throat. Is that it?”

“Just a bit more….” “Do it….”

Leonard pushed himself completely into her ass and stayed there. Unprepared for the incredible feeling, he almost came as he felt his groin pressing against the cheeks of Beth’s ass.

“I think I could come right away!”

Beth replied, “really?” She was surprised, but pleased at her ability to finally make this guy come on her terms.

He was quiet for a moment, undoubtedly thinking about baseball statistics or something, she thought. God, she was so full of cock. She did not want to move lest the feeling end.

Now that Beth was used to the feeling of all that meat in her ass, she was ready for fucking. She pushed her butt back against his groin and started him moving. Leonard pulled out of her ass until only his ruby helmet remained hidden. With a smooth, long stroke he pushed back into Beth’s ass completely. Once more he paused. So close to coming, he needed to use all of his powers of concentration not to. Then he was ready and out came that long shaft, only to go right back in again.

Each time Leonard thrust into Beth’s big white ass he did so with a bit more force. As he did he would occasionally bring his hand down onto her flesh with a loud slap. With each slap Beth responded a bit more vigorously. Her incredible movements were creating more and more pleasure for each of them. And as she moved about more, Leonard fucked her that much harder and spanked her buttocks again and again. She was amazing. Eventually it became a wild ride of long, hard strokes of the biggest cock Beth had ever been pleasured by combined with her intense gyrations all over the arm of the couch and the frequent spanking of a big black hand on her lush alabaster ass.

Her cunt was flaming as she took him again and again into herself. Leonard picked her up, cock still buried inside her, and carried Beth to the bed. Once there he withdrew and flipped her onto her back. She spread her legs as wide as she could, knees up by her ears. Her anus was gaping wide, her cunt was as red and as vibrant as it could be. Her clitoris was standing out at attention like the hooded soldier that it was.

Leonard was instantly between her legs and without a word of warning, had re-entered her ass with his immense cock. He fucked her hard, now. He knew that she could take him and that she was deriving as much pleasure from him as he was from her.

“Will you come soon?”

“Yes. I need to come in your ass, Beth.”

Her words matched her actions perfectly as she encouraged Leonard to fuck her like she knew he wanted to. “Do me hard, you fucker! Fuck me harder. Do it! Do it! Ahhh….” Her whole body shook in another intense orgasm. That was enough for Leonard who also started to come. He plunged his cock right to the hilt and pressed hard into her. He could feel each shot of his semen spurting out of his cock deep into Beth’s body.

Spent, they lay there without moving for a long time. Leonard was still inside Beth’s ass, but his cock had softened and was slowly retracting. As long as he was, it took him to make the effort to pull out completely. Beth looked down between them as he withdrew. The dark black shaft was thickly coated sperm, lubricant and her own juices that had flowed from her cunt as Leonard pounded into her. He looked exhausted. Finally.

The two lovers fell asleep. It was already half past three in the morning; the two of them had been fucking for almost four hours now. Beth had enjoyed countless orgasms. Leonard had fulfilled his fantasy for a big-titted white woman and of course, anal sex. Neither not dreamed —it had all come true already.

Around seven the next morning, Beth woke up beside her BBC. A smile grew on her face as she recalled the night before. “I need some more,” she whispered to herself.

Leonard woke up as she was examining his cock. Her hands were holding him up above his big balls and she was inspecting the big tool that had so completely filled her up, both her cunt but especially her ass.

He watched surreptitiously as she fondled him, as she squeezed him. Beth knew that this would help to wake him up. She did not realize how much. After a few minutes of fondling the giant shaft, it began to wake up. The cock in her palm stretched a bit, flexed a bit, and grew from a very pleasant seven inches to its full length of ten and a girth of more than she could grasp in her hands.

“You’re awake,” she said as she noticed Leonard watching her watching him. “Wanna fuck?”

“Sure, but let’s go into the shower.”

The two walked to the shower. Beth discovered that she was pretty stiff and her asshole was very sore. “I wonder what from?” she joked to herself.

Stepping into the big shower Beth noticed once again how big a man Leonard was. His muscular legs were perfectly proportioned to his upper body. His hard ass was calling out to be handled and she reached a hand out to give one of his great cheeks a squeeze. Leonard’s response was to bend over slightly to give her a better view, and a better grip. She took advantage and grabbed him with both hands. It was an incredible feeling for both of them.

Beth reached between his legs with one hand and grasped his big cock. At rest like this it hung long nonetheless, as if hanging from his ball sack. She took the bar of soap that he handed her and lathered up her lover’s body. They took turns washing each other. Leonard lingered for a long time on her breasts. “They haven’t been washed that well for a long time,” she complimented him.

“I want them to be clean enough to eat from, ma’am. And you’re doing a pretty good job yourself on my cock, if I may say so.”

“You may. Needs to be clean enough to eat. Am I doing it right?”

She felt the answer rather than heard it as his shaft responded by bobbing in her hands. It was getting hard again, something she had been anticipating for some time and was ready to deal with.

“Do you like sixty-nine?” asked Leonard.

“Frankly, it’s my favourite number.”

“I know a way that you have never had it, though!”

“Yea. Right. How many ways can you possibly do sixty-nine?”

Dripping all over, Leonard took Beth by the hand and pulled her out of the shower enclosure. As easily as if he were picking up a child, he grasped her by the waist and lifted Beth right off her feet, flipped her head-down and threw her legs over his shoulders. They were indeed in the traditional position for sixty-nine, but he was standing straight up holding her in position with her cunt at his mouth and her head pointing down a few inches from his hardening meat. She felt very safe in his strong arms; he would hold her like that as long as he needed to.

Her mouth was at the ready, her long, wet hair hiding her head in his crotch; Beth’s actions were hidden completely. But Leonard knew what she was doing. She grasped the black rod in both her hands and stroked it softly, barely touching the skin. Her fingers and palms danced along the length of it, teasing and exciting his flesh. Her mouth was busy as she kissed and licked the big ruby helmet. She closed it around the cockhead, trying to take more of him into her throat. This was an excellent position for her efforts as her neck and throat were stretched to their maximum. Still, he was huge.

As Beth worked on his cock, Leonard was equally busy with her cunt. His tongue snaked out as he softly licked all along her vulva, spreading the lips, dipping into the opening. He could smell her perfume and taste it upon his tongue. He held Beth by the hips and brought her even closer to reach deeper into her pussy with his aggressive tonguing. His big hands held her tightly in place as he buried his tongue in her gash.

Pausing for a moment, Beth complimented him on his cunnilingus skills, “You are so great at that. Eat my cunt!”

Leonard continued to eat Beth out until she had her first visitor of the day —an early morning orgasm. Much as she worked his cock over, no matter hard she tried, she could never bring herself to take more than a couple of extra inches of his thick pole into her mouth, much less make him ejaculate. But, as we know, Beth was not about to give up so easily. She had always been prepared for a challenge; this was not going to be impossible.

After her orgasm, Leonard carried Beth back to the bed and carefully placed her there. He was still rock-hard and ready to fuck but Beth would have none of it. She told him, “you took my ass completely last night, now I want you to take my the only other orifice I can give you: my throat!”

“You’re kidding! No one has ever been able to take all of me that way. Sorry. But I do appreciate you having tried.”

“Tried? Are you kidding? I have not even started yet.”

“You are incredible, woman.”

This time, it was Beth who took control of the situation. She set Leonard up on the bed, leaning against the headboard with some pillows beneath his head. “That way you can watch how I do.”