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“I am trying to get these chapters out as fast as possible without letting the quality suffer. I’ll probably reread this and wince as a result of my rushed efforts. However, as always, I appreciate all comments—good and bad. To those of you who have been leaving comments, thank you so much for taking the time to do so. Hopefully this time-hopping won’t get too distracting, but I keep wanting to find out what’s going to happen to Daniel next. This story is tearing me in two directions.”

*Chapter 3*

“*Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944*”

As the eye of the storm passed over her, Claudette Renault studied the face of Daniel Carven—the young man who had managed to save her life, even though he’d been unable to save her husband’s life from the violent invasion of their home. The American soldier, not more than five years past the boy he’d once been, was almost too handsome to be a character in the horrific play unfolding before her eyes.

“He’s as beautiful as my Claire.” The farmwoman murmured aloud, breaching the staid silence of the empty stone cottage.

Claudette still spoke of her daughter in the present-tense, because as far as she was concerned, Claire was still alive. Unless Claudette heard otherwise or saw her lifeless body with her own eyes, Claire Renault—the virtual twin of the young man who now lay at the woman’s feet—was still alive; and, in an inexplicable leap of faith, Madame Renault knew that saving this man would some how keep her daughter alive.

Claire was a patriot in the French Resistance. Like this young soldier, her daughter was somewhere endangering her life for the lives of strangers. Without Claire, Claudette would be the last living member of her family—she would be lost.

The mother choked back the heart-wrenching sobs of grief that churned their way up through her windpipe. Greedy claws of sorrow tore at her throat and demanded vocalization. She bit her lip to stifle the flood of emotions.

There would be time enough for the luxury of grief. Grief for the loss of her true love, her husband of almost twenty-five years, would have to wait. For the past five years, she and her husband had learned to live with the sacrifice of unexpressed pain and loss. Their Claire was the reason they’d refused to succumb to sorrow’s seductive embrace—as long as she lived, hope lived.

Claudette set to work on the daunting task before her—a karmic exchange: the life of one savior for that of another. Claudette’s family would survive because “he” would survive.

After whispering a reverent pray over the body of her fallen beloved husband and covering him with their daughter’s baby quilt, the sturdy-framed woman took inventory of Daniel’s injuries and assessed how she would manage to get him off the cold flagstones and save his leg. Other than the bleeding, his injuries were grave but not necessarily fatal. As she worked, her gaze touched upon the serene expression on his olive-toned features.

“Thank God for whatever merciful visions are visiting him,” Claudette mused and she lovingly reached down to brush a curling lock of hair from his fevered brow.

“His hair is raven, just like her Claire’s,” Claudette marveled.

Shaking off another impending spike of grief threatening to overtake her, Claudette prayed that Daniel could consciously summon whatever place he now lingered in this unconscious state. Agony was coming to claim him soon enough.

“Monsieur, you must wake up,” Claudette prodded, waiving a cloth damped with strong aromatic spirits under Daniel’s nose.

The dream of Lula and their first kiss was violently wrenched from Daniel’s mind’s eye as the spirits started to take effect. Abruptly, he was slammed back into consciousness. Blankets of pain smothered him even as he opened his mouth to release a scream—a scream he quickly swallowed once he remember where he was.

It was all plummeting back to him: D-Day, the soldiers, the farmers, his leg.

“Oh God! This was not his home. He was not with Lu.”

He was here—back in the farmhouse, on a cold stone floor. His leg was shattered. He was probably bleeding to death.

Claudette’s heart ripped at the sight of the man forcing his way back into the conscious world. Judging by the misshapen form hidden by the blood-soaked pant leg of his fatigues, the boy was lucky to have a leg even if it was more than likely fractured.

“Monsieur, you must stay awake.” The farmwoman continued in more than passable English, “You are bleeding…very much. Je dois…I must stop the blood. Then I fix the leg, until I get help for you.” Claudette’s instructions were accompanied by pantomiming her intentions so that the man could understand clearly what lie ahead.

“There are more of you…non?” Claudette inquired, hoping to confirm what her contacts in the Resistance had told her, even if they couldn’t give her news about her Claire.

Daniel could only grimace and nod in reply.

“This young soldier was only part of a massive invasion taking place in Normandy!”

The beginning of the end of France’s struggle for liberation was at hand, and Claudette had been thrust into the middle of it, which is exactly where she wanted to be; but she’d always envisioned this moment standing side-by-side with her husband. She afforded another forlorn glance in the direction of the dead man’s body beneath their child’s blanket. She would welcome grief’s embrace later—there was work to be done.

She knew that this soldier’s appearance meant the appearance of other Allied troops— hopefully not as untimely as this young man’s entrance into France had been. There would be medicine and help. She would tend to his immediate needs and bring him the help he needed.

Claudette winced in sympathy for the soldier as she cut open the leg of his trousers to reveal the bruised, swollen and bloodied flesh of his leg. She glanced momentarily up at the young man to make sure he was still with her. He smiled weakly in reply—stoic.

Even when she applied the tourniquet and then set herself to the excruciating task of splinting the leg so she could move him from the floor to her bed, Daniel merely nodded in silence. His silent meditation was only occasionally punctuated with sharp intakes of breath through gritted teeth as the middle-aged woman gingerly manipulated flesh and bone back into place. From the deft way she administered aid, Daniel could tell that this wasn’t her first time at the “rodeo”—she’d done this many times before.

With the tourniquet and splint in place, Claudette used the last of her adrenaline to half-carry, half-drag Daniel the last few yards from the doorway to her bed. She took great pains to make sure that the soldier didn’t put any weight on his injured leg. Only after an uncomfortable jostling of bedcovers, pillows and blankets to ensure his comfort and keep him warm so as to ward off shock, did Claudette prepare to journey out into the early morning chaos in search of help.

Pulling a worn knitted shawl over her shoulders, she turned to Daniel to address him once more before leaving.

“You must loosen the binding every dix minutes…every 10 minutes” Claudette pointed to his watch and held up her hands, wiggling ten plump fingers before continuing, “loosen the binding, and if blood still comes, tighten it again just so…not too much.”

“Je comprends,” Daniel nodded in acknowledgement, “Je parle un peu Français,” he continued, confirming Claudette’s suspicions that the boy could understand her in either language.

“Bon… Je rechercherai vos camarades et apporterai l’aide,” Claudette advised, reassuring Daniel that she would return with the “Calvary.”

“Mais…you must stay awake. You must check the binding.” The woman admonished and pointed at his splinted leg, adamant that these instructions be followed to the letter.

“Je promets.” Daniel promised and gave her the “thumbs-up” to indicate his understanding.

With this assurance, the Frenchwoman closed the heavy wooden front door and locked it behind her. Daniel was left in silence and solitude. The presence of the two dead German soldiers in the next room was pushed out of his mind as he forced himself to think of his future.

Daniel sat up in the ornate wooden bed, one of the few pieces of furniture in this sparse chamber. Watching the sunrise over the bucolic view of the apple orchards outside the bedroom window, the throbbing pain in his leg was momentarily forgotten. He knew that his consciousness was the tightrope that kept him from toppling into death from blood loss on one side and amputation of his leg on the other.

He would stay awake. Staying awake meant staying alive. Staying alive meant seeing her again.

He would taste her sweet lips and feel her lean, smooth body beneath his again. This time, he would tell her the things he should have said the night before he’d pulled himself away from the her heat and the silken embrace of her arms to head for the train station and board the train that would take him away from her.

These thoughts kept him awake as he waited in silence for help to arrive.

“*Raleigh, North Carolina— June 30, 1941*”

The kiss, unsure and awkward at first, grew in intensity when Daniel’s resolve to indulge in this forbidden fruit was emboldened by exceeded expectations.

Her lips were sweeter, softer, than he’d imagined when he’d watched her on the banks of the pond.

Daniel had expected resistance. Hell, he’d expected a lighting bolt to strike him down where he stood. Neither came; his moment of abandon stretched into an eternity as he wrapped his arms around Lula’s waist, pulling her body closer to his own—he needed to be closer.

He needed to be inside her.

Daniel could not imagine it humanly possible to be as close to her as his body required. Not even making love to her would satisfy this need, even though his intentions were naked and evident by his growing physical arousal. His body literally ached for hers—consequences be damned.

Lula’s body responded to Daniel’s sensual onslaught in kind. Her initial confusion and denial evaporated as Daniel’s mouth claimed hers with a fierceness that surpassed her own unclaimed desires for him. The intensity of his embrace deepened and Lu’s lips parted to accept the welcome pressure of his tongue demanding entrance.

The kiss deepened still and Lula groaned in involuntary response to her aching need for more of him. Her groans sent Daniel over the edge with dizzying velocity. The last barrier—his moral resolve—shattered and his hands moved down, past the small of Lu’s back and cupped the smooth, round, muscular perfection of her buttocks.

He pulled her closer still, crushing her groin against his own growing desire. His chest met contact with the stiffing peaks of her nipples beneath her thin cotton night shirt and he let loose a primal growl—frustration from his unfulfilled need to consume her.

“Oh…God Lu, forgive me,” Daniel whispered in a breathless plea even as he feathered her forehead and eye-lids with a soft trail of kisses—each contact of his lips intending to savor the taste of her.

Pulling away to drink in her dark, honey-hued eyes, he saw the same need in her that tormented his own body. Given to reckless abandon, they were at risk of devouring each other with primal ferocity.

Where had this come from? Where was the girl he had once considered his sister?

Daniel’s voice of restraint reappeared, fighting to take root; but the animal instinct in him was stronger and screamed for release—demanded acknowledgment and homage. The primeval part of him realized that she had always been his and she would always be his. He intended to claim her as his and end this struggle for both of them.

Lu was drunk with desire, senseless from passion. She’d always been a creature of instinct and impulse, even more so than this stalwart, stoic man who now captured her in an iron embrace. She had no desire to be released from his efforts at seduction.

Daniel was a man possessed. Lu was happy to be the object of that possession. As a reassurance of her desires, Lula wrapped her arms around Daniel’s neck in silent insistence of his lips once more.

Acknowledging Lula’s encouragement, Daniel bent down and scooped her up in his arms. He turned and strode purposefully to Lu’s bed, a mocking illusion of their childhood with its white chenille bedspread and stuffed animals. Lula continued her seduction by gently nuzzling his neck and pulling him into more hungry kisses. As an added torment, she began nipping gently at his lips before pressing her mouth against his and persuading him to grant her tongue access to him. They both groaned in resolve of the line that had been crossed and long forgotten.

Daniel had not thought it possible to want Lu more than he had earlier that day, but here he stood, his stiffing cock pressed achingly against the fabric of his jeans. His eyes stung from unshed tears of frustration. With every taste of her lips, his manhood twitched and throbbed in painful anticipation of claiming what he now considered “his”.

The two held each other with their eyes as Daniel reluctantly loosened his grip on Lula in order to place her on the bed. His calloused hands captured her face and he wordlessly explored every line, fold, and crease that graced her features. His thumb traced the ridge of her nose and brushed against her cheek-bone—more of an inheritance from her father’s chiseled features than her mother’s soft beauty.

Her face—a study in contrast—was at once intoxicating in its beauty and sobering in its intensity. He’d never noticed the features in Lula that others had considered “exotic.” But now, in the dimmed bedroom light, he could clearly see that her enchantment reached beyond the lithe body that had captured his own earlier that day.

Her full soft lips; her smooth cinnamon skin; her high regal cheek-bones; her honey-colored eyes flecked with red-gold—all crowned by a tousled mane of dark brown and copper coils that framed her face. She was beautiful. She was his.

Daniel continued his navigation of this new creature beneath his straddling form. His hands traveled from her face to her body, reverently committing every peak, valley, curve and smooth straight of flesh to memory. The lush globes of he’d imagined earlier to be topped with licorice gumdrops, tasted even sweeter as he took one nipple and then the other in his mouth, dampening her cotton shirt.

Lu’s soft moans were pulled from her throat with every suckle, and she arched her back to meet the thirsty desires of the man tormenting her body with promises of pleasure that exceed anything she’d experienced at her own hand. She’d always known she’d save herself for this; but she’d never imagined that Daniel would be the one to whom she would give her body. She was desperate to feel him inside her—her body was in physical pain for want of him.

“Danny,” Lula whispered through hitched breaths, her eyes cloaked with unguarded desire, “Danny…please…I can’t take much more of this…I need…”

Daniel didn’t let her finish before his hands slid down to her thighs, gripped the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled the material up, just past the her waist. He smiled at his good fortune—she wore nothing underneath.

Lula sucked in another ragged breath of air before attempting to re-plead her case for release, “Please…Danny…I …I want.” Daniel’s possession of her body overtook her completely before she was able to fully vocalize her request.

Daniel was mesmerized by the sight of her; his self-control was obliterated as his gaze fell upon her body and his hands reached beneath the fabric of her nightshirt, now scrunched up around her waist, to lovingly cup her breasts. He tore himself away from his trance long enough to steal a glance at Lu’s face through heavy-lidded eyes, clouded with what Lula now recognized was passion—not anger. The intensity of his stare silenced her pleas. Whatever desires she requested he would grant and exceed.

Sensing her understanding of his intentions, Daniel slipped back into his trance; he lowered his head and pressed his lips against the flesh between her breasts. Working his way down, he continued to pay homage to her body with a path of white-hot kisses traversing the length of her. He paused only briefly to dip his tongue into the shallow pool of her navel before nipping at the tender flesh just above the soft triangle of curls guarding her entrance.

As he worked, his thumbs continued to tease and pull at the already stiff peaks of her nipples, rolling the precious pebbles between his thumb and forefingers. His soft torture of her body took a toll on his own; he feared that the slightest touch of her naked flesh against his would push him over the precipice. But before he succumbed to his own needs, Daniel wanted to give Lu a taste of the pleasure he intended to visit upon her when he claim her body fully—completely.

Whatever Lu had had in mind regarding this encounter had suddenly taken an entirely different turn as she lifted her head to watch Daniel continue his meticulous worship of her body. Still clothed, she felt as though neither of them could be more revealed than they were now. Daniel, his head poised keenly above the entrance of the place only her hand had intimate knowledge of, paused only a moment before delving deeper into her. She afforded herself only the sound of her own ragged breathing, petrified to break the spell that held them captive.

Daniel’s mouth scorched her earth as he continued his assault on her senses and increased the ferocity of his ministrations. His tongue traced the delicate folds of her opening before plunging into her. Lu gasped in response and lifted her hips to accommodate his thirst. Daniel was grateful for her participation and rewarded her with another deeper thrust of his tongue before sliding up to the sensuous nub of her womanhood. There, he teased and prodded, paying excruciating attention to the hardening nipple of flesh between her folds, now coated with her juices. The taste was exquisite, as if every part of her body had been created to please every sense he possessed—he savored her as a thirsty man would savor his first sip of water.

As Daniel’s mouth assaulted her, Lu’s body began to buck involuntarily rejecting the agony of ecstasies he visited upon her. With every thrust of his tongue and gentle nibble, Lu squeezed her eyes shut a little tighter. She bit her lip to stave off the screams growing in her chest. A familiar warming in the pit of her stomach began to grow in intensity as Daniel continued to sample her flavors and explore each delicate petal beneath her mantel. She rode his tongue, clinging to a thin thread of sanity by gripping handfuls of his thick coal-black hair, now damp from the perspiration of his efforts and the stifling summer heat.

“Lu…look at me” Daniel’s demanded in a soft drawl as he looked up from his feast, the silver in his eyes betraying how lost in her he’d become.

“Baby…look at me. I want you to watch me taste you,” he urged further, his voice was thick with lust, “I want you to see how good you taste…how sweet…how much I…” he trailed off without finishing his demands. If words existed that described the raw emotions now raging through his body and tormenting his aching need, Daniel was want to find them.

At a lost for any verbal expression of his wants, Daniel improvised, telegraphing his intentions by torturing her slit with his hungry tongue and greedily devouring her juices as quickly as she produced them. Lu mewled in response, painfully twisting the handfuls of his hair still in her grasp. The pleasure he was giving her teetered close to the brink of pain and she feared the unknown depths of ecstasy facing her as Daniel’s ruthless assault threatened to push her past any boundaries of pleasure she’d ever given herself.

I smiled and looked down at her knelt and licked my way up into her. There was know more teasing now, my plan was to eat her pussy and make her scream when she climaxed on my face. As my tongue lapped and lapped over her inner thigh and stomach, she held my head trying to move it directly between her kegs as she whispered, “Oh Bud! Are you going to eat me?”

I smiled up into her dark brown eyes that were glazed over and said, “Would you like that? Would you like me to eat your pussy and make you cum Barb?”

She said, “I have never had it done before. No one has ever eaten my pussy before. Yes Bud, I would love to know how it feels.”

I smiled and said, “You know I love to be first in anything. But, I can”t believe a woman as beautiful as you have never had her pussy licked. You are going to love it.”

And with that I lowered my head down between her wide-open thighs and start to make love to her pussy over and over! I moved my lips and tongue licking over her stomach and to the very edge of her dark wet pussy. My tongue touched her hip points and around the bones protruding against the skin that surrounded her cunt. But as of yet I hadn”t stuck my tongue into her pussy. I made her jump when my fingers touched her cunt directly. I moved my lips across her lower tummy, over her cunt hair licking everywhere as I went from one side to the other side of her lips. I took my hands and slowly pushed and opened her thighs wider. She spread her legs and bent her knees willingly as she held my head gently letting me kiss down her right inner thigh so close to her pussy lips I brushed my face against it. When she felt my breath on her wetness, she arched up trying to get my mouth on her cunt. I hesitated and backed up off and let my tongue run up and down her slit. She moaned “Oh Yes! Oh yes baby! Lick my pussy!”

I bent her legs pushing down on her thighs as I kissed under her thighs and over her as. Licking and sucking her softest part of her inner thigh at the edge of her cunt lip, she moaned again just before I put my tongue all the way in her hole. There was no warning or indication I just pushed it as deep as I could get it into her cunt and started to suck on it. She arched her as up and sighed, saying: “OH God! OH Jesus Bud! Oh Bud! Oh god! That feels so good! Lick me baby! Lick my pussy!”

I backed my face off a little and let my tongue just touch the beginning of her pussy’s mount. I flicked the tip of it over her wet hole hitting her clit as I moved. I used my fingers to stroke her pink insides. Her cunt hair was tickling my face as it stuck out at me. My fingers slowly slid down her slit and into her cunt hole. Then I placed my tongue directly on her clit and licked up and down as fast as I could go! She arched her lower body up high and began to pump that sweet ass as she started to fuck my mouth. Her hands came down and held my head on her pussy as she began to pump against my lips and finger. She was in heaven and going wild on my mouth. The more I licked the more she moaned. I licked over her pussy again and again and she moaned again and again! Finally, Barb cried out: “Yes! Oh yes eat it! Eat my pussy baby! Oh god yes! Lick!! Lick!! Lick it! Oh yesss! I wanted this for so bad! Oh yes Bud! Fuck yes!! I’m going to cum!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! GODDDDDD!!! YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She began holding my head tighter with her hands and pumping her cunt up into my face. I slowly licked her pussy with my tongue using my fingers to open her swollen cunt lips as wide as I could get them to go. When my tongue went inside her hole she cried out in passion! When I started to flick it in and out of her hole fucking her with it, she slammed her cunt into my mouth again and began to fuck my face fast and hard! With her knees bent and legs wide open now, her pussy looked so nice and fat, and very wet and very puffy. Her dark shin was wet and shinning up at me as I looked at her pussy only inches away from my mouth. I inhaled her musk and moaned myself as I saw her wetness drip down between her ass crack on to the rug.

I could tell she was really enjoying this as her hips rotated her lower body in small circles letting me lick all of her pussy outside and insides. As I licked her, my hands and fingers held her pussy open wider. I could see all of her young, wet pink insides around that black pussy hole right there in front of my face. God it looked so good. My cock jumped with excitement as she pulled my face into her hard between her thighs and Barbara climaxed!!!!

I continued to stimulate her until she was finished, I licked back up her body as I put a finger into her hole and began to finger fuck her very slowly. Immediately, her body began to fuck me back. I watched as her pussy fucked on my finger sucking and squeezing it. I put two of them into her and she thrust her pussy up and rotated her hips and pumped her ass fucking on them! I got to her mouth and she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and I sucked hard on it! I licked her neck and up to her ear and whispered: “Can you taste yourself? I want you to taste your pussy juice.”

She just moaned. I said, “Are you ready for round 2? I”m going to lick you into a few huge hard climaxes! You’ll never feel so good! I promise.”

I took my time looking at every inch of this beautiful black woman in front of me as I worked my way down her body. I ran my hands over her inner thighs, and over all of her cunt and ass touching every fucking part of her. I took my time making her wait and making her even more ready willing and so wet for what I had planned.

My tongue licked down her leg again and it went straight into her pussy. Then I backed off and lifted her other leg did the same thing. She moaned each time that my mouth covered her beautiful warm pussy. As I dropped down between her legs again, I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth and began to eat her and giving her one thrill after the other. Her body began to shake and she cried out making animal sounds now as my fingers pumped in and out of her hole and my tongue licked all around and over her clit! Her clit was at least an inch long and hard as my cock.

Barb”s body began to thump as she started to orgasm. I sucked and flicked my tongue in and around her pink clit as my fingers continued to pump inside her actual cunt hole. She cried out again going into another orgasm right behind her first. When I sucked and started to vibrate my lips in her hole, she screamed as her ass lifted up off the bed and hammered my face fucking it hard and fast! I put my hands under her ass and held it up so her pussy was lifted right in front of me. As I licked and she fucked on my face, I could only imagine how it would feel to my cock if it were in her pussy fucking her right now. Her body was going wild! Her lower body was pumped my face fucking it as her hands held my head tight against her cunt as I licked. I pulled her cunt lips open wider yet with my thumbs. As wide as I could w/o hurting her, I went in and licked her pussy faster and much harder now making my tongue as flat as I could get it so it could touch as much of her sweet pussy hole as possible.

As my tongue pushed and lapped her juices, she cried out louder as her ass lifted higher yet off the bed. Her hips pumped and humped against my mouth and fingers. Now I knew it was the time to touch her clit again and work directly on it. She hissed, “Oh god Bud!! Lick my pussy! I want to cum again so fucking bad! This is so good, so good!”

Faster and just a little harder now, I pulled her pussy open at the top of her slit and her hard long clit popped straight out for me! I moaned as I took it in my mouth and immediately began flicking my tongue over it as fast as I could make it go. I held her ass up making her hole easier for my mouth! She screamed as I sucked gently on her clit. Then she exploded and her cum ran out her cunt and all over my face as she had what I was sure was her fourth climax. This one hit her harder than any of the other ones.

She humped and hump and hump her pussy against my face. Her hands pushed my face so hard into her snatch I had trouble getting air. But my hands stayed under her ass and held her body up high so I could keep eating that pussy. With her head and shoulders now about the only thing still on the rug, her pussy was way up in the air fucking my mouth. I lick and licked and licked it! I couldn’t get enough! God, I couldn’t stop! God I needed it, I wanted it and I was going to have it tonight!

My cock was rock hard and hurt bad as I lowered her ass back on to the rug, I took my cock and moved it against her open wet dark slit! I looked down at her and said: “It”s time baby! We both know we want to do this again. I’m going to fuck you now. And, I promise you will love it!”

She told me: “Oh god yes baby! Yes! Do it Bud! Do it! Put it in me and make love to me! Fuck me baby! I want it! Do it Bud! Fuck me good with that big white cock! Make me cum baby! Fuck me! Hard!!”

She was already taking the shaft and pushing my cock head into her hole. I was slowly pushed it in as she talked and had about 3 inches in when I felt her lift and begin fucking against the head of my cock. I kissed her and felt unbelievable pleasure as Barb squeezed my cock and fucked her hole on it. Her body moved on me and as I held still Barb fucked her body on my cock giving me the fucking of my life. I pushed hard and felt her pumping into me as she lay under my body.

She cried out as I slowly pushed my cock all the way into her body. Once I was in, I held her and slowly pumped my hips making my cock move in and out of her hole only about 2 or 3 inches. Easy! I did her as gently as I could but with the desire and passion in my balls it wasn’t going to be long until I was fucking her hard and fast. She held me tight as I humped into her, slowly fucking her. Again and again I moved my cock in and out of her pussy. And then, her lips kissed my neck and chin and bit my shoulder. She screamed and my mouth covered the sound. She lifted her ass up off the rug, moving both of our bodies up in the air as we continued to fuck. Oh god her ass really lifted us and her hips rotated her body against my cock. Her pussy walls were squeezing me not letting me pull out much at all.

I pumped into her and she screamed with pleasure. She held me and moaned: “Oh Bud! Oh yes baby! That feels so good! Fuck me Bud! Oh god I love it! Faster baby! Fuck me faster! It’s so good! Faster I’m going to cum! Ohhhh yes!! Ohhhh fuck yes! NOW!!! AHHHHH! NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

As we moved our bodies fucking she was moaning and thrusting her body into me matching me stroke for stroke just like I had dreamed about. She was fucking me just like I had jerked off so many times thinking about. I knew it would be good and it was. Her dark body went wild as my cock rammed into her cunt hole.

She was humping me as her hips thrust up into me and I pumped down into her. She was cumming and her orgasm was moving her body with me buried in her! Her pussy squeezed my cock trying to hold it and milk it as she tried to hold it inside her completely and she reached the top of her climax. I pumped in and held it there. I could feel her body climaxing and her cunt holding my shaft tight inside her. I was so dam hard!

Barb wrapped her legs around me and humped me like a dog in heat! Again and again she rammed her pussy against me as her climax peaked! I pushed hard trying to get more of my cock into her hole but I was fully inside her. I held it there as she rotated her pussy against it/ She cried out and then screamed as she held her body up off the bed fucking it against my cock as fast as her body could make it go. She kept moaning out my name and telling me how good it felt to have my big white cock in her pussy at last!

I was in heaven and knew I was going to cum very, very soon. I moved her legs off my back, lifted under her thighs with my arms. I put her knees up over her head and pushed them down against her tits. I started to ram down into her now! She said, “Come on Bud, pump your cum into my body baby! I want to feel you shot your load deep inside me Bud. Cum baby! It will feel so good!”

I rammed my cock into that swollen fat tight black cunt, again and again and again! I hammered her cunt fucking it like I knew I was going to do when she let me in the first time. I fucked her like I have wanted to do for so long. I fucked her like a crazy man! Oh god I wanted to fuck her for so long and now I was doing it. Pumping and pumping her cunt as hard and as fast as I could make my body go, she made me feel like no other woman had ever made me feel. From the first second I met Barb when she much younger, I knew she was the girl I wanted to fuck. I knew how good it would feel to have all of my cock buried deep in her dark pussy fucking it like a machine. Fucking her cunt like a wild animal was what I had imagined all those nights that I had jerked off thinking about her dark sexy body.. Now with piston moves my cock was flying in and out of her soft pussy. She was telling me: “Oh yes Bud! Fuck me! Cum in my pussy baby! Make me full! Fill me up with your cum! I love your cock baby! I l o v e youuuu!!!! Oh god!!!! I”m going to CUM AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHHH!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!”

And that did it! As Barb started to climax once again, my cock screamed as the cum shot out off it like a canon! Barb”s full breasts were heaving up and down as she was rocked again and again by my thrusts into her body. I was like an animal. Cum was all I was thinking. Again and again huge waves of cum pumped into her beautiful young black body. I filled her cunt with all I had. It over flowed and ran down her body and into the crack of her ass. It mixed wit her fluids and body fluids on the white rug

. She cried out with each shot as she felt my warm sticky white juice filling her body. She licked me and kissed me and bit me as I climaxed like I have never climaxed before. It almost made me pass out! She humped and humped her beautiful round ass up off the bed giving me all of her body to love. I let her legs go and she wrapped them around me and continued to fuck me like she was wild and in heat. She was! Again and again her pussy walls slid along my hard cock shaft ramming in and out of her cunt. She moaned and told me she was cumming again.

She rocked her body fucking me for at least another 5 more minutes. I continued to fuck her back. Finally, she let her legs fall back on to the rug and I fell on top of her. We were both completely exhausted. Covered with our own perspiration, cum and other body fluids we lay there hold each out and telling each other how much we loves the way we were fucked. Barb was now my lover and my girl. We knew that tonight was the first of many summer nights we would spend together fucking ourselves silly.

God she was so fucking beautiful as she lay there with her legs spread wide open letting me explore all of her one last time before we got up and showered and she got ready to go. We took a quick shower to clean the cum off of us and then started to get dressed. She pulled me into her and kissed me hard and long. She asked me: “Can I bring dinner over tomorrow night?”

I smiled and told her: ” Well for if you bring dinner! Or maybe I’ll just sit here on the edge of the bed and let you take advantage of me.”

She smiled and put her hand on my cock. She took my soft cock into her hands and put the head in her mouth. We both felt it start to grow. I lay back on my elbows and watched her beautiful dark mouth suck my hard white cock into its full hardness. I moaned and she sucked! In minutes I exploded in her mouth filling it with my cum. On the way home she told me she licked and sucked on the cum before swallowing it all.

She whispered: “Can I come over tomorrow night Bud?”

I moaned and told her, “Tomorrow and every night you want Barb.”

She kissed me goodnight and went outside got into her car and drove home. I can’t wait until tomorrow night when I do her dogie style and see if she knows how too deep throating! I will tit fuck and ass fuck her too before this ends. Oh god what great tits and ass she has to do me with. And then one day it all ended when she caught me with her younger sister Lottie! And, I”ll tell you about that in the next chapter…