Big, gorgeous black man and petite, white Donna

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Just wanted to say HOT STORY, bro!

Have been reading for a while and for some reason never posted.

 

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The young women brought with them a couple of special caches. Generally, he liked getting his women pregnant, no matter how inappropriate pregnancies would normally have been for his women. However, pregnancies meant that sex in those affairs would stop as the second trimester moved forward. In the case of his young gymnasts, their tremendous training regimens and spare diets almost always caused the girl's menstrual cycles to delay their onset. Their work also caused their hips to remain narrow, and breasts and bodies small.

This all created a maddening, exciting combination for him. These girls had portions of their bodies which were not functioning as women do. At the same time, his massive tool's opening of the girls' sex organ and their very adult actions with his body were very womanly behaviors. It also meant that his tremendous desire to take and be taken by their energetic bodies would not be interrupted by pregnancy; the girls' small bodies could take all the seed he had and would not yield.

The year that he gained entry to the camp, he also began to enjoy gymnasts worldwide. He traveled with the USA team to the World Championships that summer; he bought a hotel suite in the cavernous Moscow hotel where all the teams stayed. The other nation's teams learned of the huge black man's capabilities from Lyanne, the publicist for the Americans, as well as the girl's talks with their fellow competitors.

Each team made its way separately to his suite when they were not competing. These international women were taken to his bedroom, one sweet female at a time, while her teammates waited and listened in the suite. With each team, he worked his way through the six girls over the course of a couple of hours; this allowed him to display the patience and gentleness needed for the girls to feel special and cared for, as well as fulfilled. The first full day saw him taken by the Russian, Chinese, Romanian, Ukrainian, French and Spanish teams.

Some of the young women had picked up some English in school. His previous travels had caused him to gain familiarity with many key words from many languages: penis, big, yes, now, come, love, wet, no, fuck and other words were sometimes familiar to him as the girls cooed, groaned, cried or shouted them out. Other than those connections, it was left to their bodies and gestures to give these lovers communication.

As had happened before with others, it was not possible for him to enter every young woman at first; this was particularly true of these foreign teams, as some girls were two-and-a-half feet shorter than him and very slight. His gifts were tremendous, however, and all the encounters were made satisfying. It also left him and the girl something to look forward to.

Elena was one of these girls, extremely pretty and extremely small. While he managed to entertain each of Elena's Spanish teammates that afternoon, she occupied more than her share of time with him as they explored each other's bodies, working to find a way to wrap their organs around each other without success.

She sat her tiny body on the man's face and worked her brand new, impenetrable vagina on his mouth; it took him a while to bring Elena to her first orgasm with a man, but it was worth waiting for, as she pressed her groin down hard on his big lips and long, thick tongue, finally wrapping both hands around his head and moving sharp and short as she came with loud cries and squeaks.

"Oh, much, much goodness, good times! You are quite beautiful man and my lover, and I must let you have your, how say, orgasm?" Elena's thin lips and small mouth opened wide to kiss him, then continued their way down his body, hands caressing and legs wrapping around him on the way.

Finally, she sat before him and took instruction on how to please him with her mouth and hands. After a couple of minutes, he noticed that her feet were curved around his balls. Given that she covered very little of his rock-hard cock with her mouth and hands, he had a sudden idea.

"Elena, wrap your feet around the bottom of my cock and pull up and down the same way your hands are doing up higher." A bit was lost in translation, so he reached down and guided her to begin the action he wanted. Her flexibility allowed Elena to do this very easily.

He sat up a bit so he could watch this. Four extremities now worked their way on his cock; she smiled at him as he said "God, that's it, that's perfect, perfect, you look great, feel those feet and hands all over, all over....". She watched his body respond to her pulling, smiling her lovely smile and improved her actions quickly as he groaned and moved.

 

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Even with his potency, he knew better than to think he could come with each girl that day. Before this moment, he had been able to save his orgasms so that they had happened inside the sexiest girl from each country. Elena's loveliness, and these amazing actions, were creating a whole new moment for him now; this was going to happen, expected or not.

"Mouth right there...mouth right there", he directed quickly, pulling her head onto the sensitive place on the urethra just underneath his giant head; she licked inexpertly. "Fuck YES, faster faster faster..."; her hands and feet speeded their work up his long, thick shaft.

"GodDAMN do THAT do THAT do THAT....Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh SHIT!!!". He began to toss thick loops of spunk high in the air; despite his five previous orgasms that day, Elena was making him lose his mind, and his body was following. "Amor amor amor!", she called out, her feet and hands pulling on him as her eyes filled with this remarkable sight. As his long, intense orgasm ended, Elena's pulls became slower and firmer. "Bite the head, bite the HEAD!", he asked frantically; she understood well enough to do this gently for a bit, then she released the grips on his shaft and kissed her way up his penis from balls to tip.

"Amor, mi amor, mi amor," Elena said softly, looking him directly in the eyes as her kisses reached the top of his shaft and head.

"Let's get cleaned up. You made me make a mess of you, girl!"

 

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While Elena competed in the floor exercise final later in the week, the tremendous black man scooped the cream of the world's gymnasts out of the audiotorium and into his suite. Mariette from France, Yekaterina from Russia, Huilan from China....they and others shared wonderful lovemaking sessions with him that day.

Oana was a plaintive beauty from Romania. He had barely been able to enter her the day the Romanian team had crawled over his cock and body, but she had still been memorable, with her short, powerful body rippling underneath and on top of him.

She was the third of the six gymnasts taken to his bed. After they kissed and caressed, he ran a vibrator inside of the young European while stroking her clit and body with his hand and fingers. When he brought his lips to her clit while working the vibrator in and out, Oana immediately jumped hard with her orgasm, lifting and extending her pelvis off the bed. After her shuddering time, he whipped the vibrator out of her, covered her opening with his saliva, and began to push his lubed head inside of her.

 

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Oana's body involuntarily jackknifed within seconds of his cock finding its way inside of her; her body continued to quake as he opened her wide. "Look at you, you're cumming, cumming too fast! How you gonna keep it up?", he said. Oana comprehended nothing but the beat of her multiple orgasms, and this awesome, huge, dark body towering over her as he stroked his wonderful penis inside her. Growing up in her impoverished village, she had had no idea this was possible, this amazing new life. Now all of life was here; she shouted out in her staccato dialect in response to his terrific prick.

Minutes of his work on top brought the pale European continuous, intense pleasure. Even though he weighed three times more than her, Oana was able to use her strength to let him know that she wanted to roll him over. He rolled over on his back and she shoved herself down hard on his cock. The international collection of girls watched them through the wide open bedroom door as more than a half-foot of thick, dark cock was visible even as Oana hammered away at his head with her cervix.

Finally, after pressing down hard on his cock for some time, an orgasm triggered deep inside her. As her cervix moved aside, Oana gushed over his cock with copious ejaculate and her staccato shouts became long moans. Now her cervix and fornix each began to enjoy the rubbing and pressure from his cock head; she gushed even harder over him and her vagina tented, allowing her to take in another inch or two. She ejaculated on him four more times during this sex, cumming again and again, pressing him in her to maximum depth as she wiggled back and forth on him. This action brought him off; Oana had her final orgasm with him as he filled her pussy.

She remained pressed down on his cock, taking him in as deeply as possible, as she cooed with happiness. She did not surrender her place willingly; he was finally required to lift Oana off his big body. Her cunt made an audible sucking sound as his length pulled out of her; thick trails of his spunk fell to the sheets. Her speech became staccato and shrill again as she reached for his cock; it pulled away from Oana's grasping hands as he rose from the bed, walked to the suite and took Morgan's hand, leading the young American back to the bed so that she could be the next dish in his international smorgasbord.

 

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Dionne was a famous French-Canadian singer. She had had an affair with her much older, married manager when she was very young; Angel divorced his wife and married Dionne. Theirs had been a very successful partnership, as she gained the fame and fortune that her growing ego required, and she liked having the public appearance of a blissful marriage with Angel.

There were cracks underneath their facade, however. Their focus on her international career caused their relationship to become focused on the business side, as the demands of show business chipped away at intimacy. After a few years of her asendancy, Dionne decided that motherhood was the next goal to accomplish; she was also ready to rest from the road. Despite a year of trying naturally, and another year of using in vitro fertilization and other methods, they were unable to gain pregnancy.

Among the thoughts arriving to Dionne during these years was the realization that Angel had never been a rapturous lover for her, as he was a quarter-century older and quite rotund. Now, encountering the possibility that he was insufficiently fertile to give her the child she wanted caused Dionne to consider some things, such as the fact that her desirability had grown over the years, along with her ego; she was now a sleek, confident beauty. What did she deserve?

The towering young black man made Canada one of his common playgrounds. He met beautiful Canadian women in the States and followed them to their native province. This brought him to the universe of sexy Northerners who were avaliable, causing him to spend weeks above the border exploring these nearby foreigners.

Some of these women were in the trace of Dionne's orbit; when she heard that a young actress was having an affair with a dark, brutish American, she first felt disapproval. When Dionne heard about three other affairs the young man was having, he began to pique her interest. When the latest woman, a famous, beautiful country singer known for her own happy marriage, took up with the young man and became pregnant soon after, Dionne burned with curiosity, competition and jealousy.

 

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Angel went to the Middle East, arranging a series of shows for Dionne's world tour. The day her husband left, she arranged for a party to take place at their production company, and invited the black American and Crystal, one of his lovers. She enjoyed flirting with the towering man in front of her employees, invited guests and Crystal.

"Well, aren't you a beautiful one, eh? See anything you like?" Dionne eyed him directly and extended a long, thin, gorgeous leg through the slit in her skirt.

"Oh, yeah. You're much sexier in person, even more so than your photos. I heard you were direct and forward."

"From who, Sarah? I heard you know her rather well. Have you gotten to know Steve?"

"She wasn't one of my women who wanted her husband to know. Some do, not her."

Crystal was hearing about his affair with Sarah for the first time. She knew about his profligate lifestyle, but had not heard this.

Dionne shot back, "Oh, so some experience at this? That's brazen."

"It's been working for them. I know how to lay it down, so they come around. I love women, so it's good that they love me."

"Bottle of champagne with me elsewhere?"

"If you like." He turned to the beautiful blonde. "Crystal, we'll see each other again."

The man towered over the crowd as he walked out of the party with the host, who strode proudly with a swing to her step.

 

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The master bedroom was huge and white, with an oversized luxury bed. Dionne changed into a silk negligee and came back into the room. "Let's see that body then," she said to her new aquaintance.

He stripped slowly, with a sly smile on his face. He was already at full mast, so his penis sprung upwards as it cleared the waist of his pants. "Ummm hmmm, oh my" came out of Dionne. "I've never been with that, so we're going to spend some time with each other before. I want to have you inside me, though. Look at all that body, it's so beautiful. You're like the ideal man."

"This is pretty ideal on my end too." She was watching him from the bed; as he came to her, she rose up in a kneeling position. They swooned with their first kiss. Her mouth had trouble taking all of his, but it was open and ready, responsive, diving into him for a minute before he began to put his hands on her; they continued kissing. Dionne started by placing her hands above his hips, but those hands began to explore his frame a beat behind his increasigly explicit caresses. With the easy untying of a couple of strings, her negligee was off.

A thick finger dug into her wetness; the other hand held one breast, then the other, while his mouth moved down to nibble and lick her hardening nipples. "Je suis trempe' pour vous, continuez a' me ouverture," she moaned. After a few internal explorations, his finger moved back out to stroke her filling clitoris. When he began to kiss Dionne's mouth again, she moaned with pleasure and her thighs pressed together against his hand. A few more seconds of this and she jerked her mouth away to say, "Those lips need to be on my sweet pussy, my sweet pussy for you. Le'cher mon clitoris, me faire foutre."

Before complying with her request, he picked Dionne up briefly and laid her long frame out on the bed. He gently stroked the top and sides of her body, caressing every part of her except for her vagina. He began that work with his mouth, starting with her pubic hair and mound, then her perineum, before bringing his lips and tongue onto her clit and labia. "Just like that, la bouche est magnifique et e'norme, ne s'arretent pas...". He pulled her thighs wide apart with his hands and dug in; she curved her hands around his head and pressed his face into her.

"Oh, oh, OH, OH, OHHHHHHH...., mon amour, quel amant..."; Dionne quivered against him as her time began to arrive. His mouth worked creatively and diligently on her; she oozed sweet, slightly salty fluid onto his eager tongue. Another couple of minutes of the huge, dark man's work brought her there.

"Yeah, that's the one, that's it that's it....AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh....". Dionne was able to keep her first orgasm with him going for quite a while. He lifted his mouth up after she finished, looking right at her as he dug a finger back in. "That was fine," he said.

"If this is the way the rest of our night is going to go, then you'll be staying for quite a while. What a man, my man, be my man now."

He put his mouth back on her mound, moving downwards as he began to jam a second finger in. Dionne's kegel muscles involuntarily contracted and released; she knew her next orgasm would come quickly.

 

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He patiently worked Dionne up to a high state of arousal that night, so that he was finally able to get inside her at the end of their long evening of lovemaking. He found, to his delight, that she had a series of ridges along the walls of her vagina. Her ridges pulled tight around the shaft and head of his cock as he stroked away. Everything about the scene made him want to give her a long, good ride for their first one; in order to do so, he had to stop his thrusts from time to time so he could regain his composure.

They stayed in bed together for three days and nights, getting fitful sleep. The seventh time, she finished him off while riding him; the two of them nodded off together while she remained impaled on him. He was awoken from their catnap by Dionne and her writhing body, rocking on top of his prick yet again.

Even their terrific desire for each other, along with the use of a lot of lube, could not prevent Dionne from becoming extremely sore. They remained in her mansion for another week, making love frequently but not at the first days' pace, enjoying delicious, chef-prepared meals and swims in the luxury pool in between trysts. After another week, Dionne was finally unable to keep up with his prodigious abilities and desires. She needed to let him on his way temporarily to his other affairs; they arranged for him to return the following month.

He romped his way through the Americas during the fortnight, making mindblowing love with obscure and famous women, whatever suited his desire at a given time. In addition to allowing her organs to recuperate, Dionne did two things of note during their time apart: she contacted the press and announced publicly that she and Angel were trying to start a family, and she called in carpenters to do some remodeling around the bedroom.

 

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Angel had been away planning for the show tour when she made their announcement to the press. Upon his return, he participated with Dionne in a round of interviews and photo sessions for magazine stories regarding their plans. The famous couple looked very loving together in the photos the young black man saw during his southward travels.

One morning, Dionne announced to Angel over a light breakfast that she had a surprise for him. Behind a tall mirror along one of the hallways, she showed him a secret door and opened it to reveal a dark space with the shadow of a chair visible. She made Angel promise that he would open the door in two hours and sit in that chair, giving him no further explanetion and asking for his faith and understanding that he should do this; he agreed.

Completing morning tasks, he returned to the mansion and opened the secret door. As instructed, one of the family servants pushed a button as Angel closed the door and sat on the chair in this small, bare space. The button caused a panel which covered a double mirror to pull upwards, revealing the large bedroom suite.

Angel saw Dionne and an incredibly large, tremendously built, dark black man kissing each other while standing. His wife stood on tiptoes while the man leaned down to extend his thick lips over her mouth. At 5' 7", Dionne was as tall as her husband; the fact that she extended to tiptoes to reach this man's mouth was a signifier of the stranger's stature.

Angel also noticed quickly that it was a signifier of his wife's desire for the dusky man, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately and forcefully. "You feel good on me," the man said to Dionne as she kissed and bit down his face and neck.

"It's so good you're back. My body has been hungry; I need to be taken again by you", Angel heard his wife reply.

 

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They began these kisses and caresses while clothed, but soon their clothes were coming off. Angel exclaimed involuntarily when the man's pants came down and his huge penis was revealed; his sound was that of a wounded creature.

"Oh, this, this thing, this and all of you that you bring to me...."; Dionne was nude except for new peach-colored panties. She softly moaned and rubbed her torso and forearms over his cock as she sat at the end of the bed. "Votre belle, 'enorme bite profondement enracines en moi, me 'etirement large vous me faire de nouvelles encore?" His wife's words burned in Angel's ears.*

The image of her mouth stretching wide to take in the man's huge cock head was the next thing to happen; this image burned itself into his eyes. "Put your hands on my balls....yeah, that's it....bite it....FUCK!!", the man moaned, quickly wrapping a large hand around his wife's head. "Take it, take it...."; the man forced Dionne to take his cock deeply into her throat. She finally gagged and gasped as her mouth came off him briefly.

"Oh, it's so good, so good for me, your magic....I can taste your sperm already, it tastes so fine." Angel's wife ran her tongue and lips along the sides, top and bottom of the man's long, thick shaft. "I like the way you look at me when you do that, keep on doing that, caress those balls", the man told her.

"Do they have a load for me? Tell me they do!"

"Many. I only took une femme yesterday. I wanted to save myself up pour vous."

"I want all you have." The man reached down and pulled off Dionne's panties.

* Try Google Translate.

 

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Angel saw that his wife's pubic area was shaved bare. "You kept it that way for me- nice!", the man said as he lifted Dionne up and placed her back on the huge bed with its lily-white sheets. "Thanks."

"After you shaved me so gently, I kept it that way. I hadn't shown my husband yet."

"That's all right. I can see that your pretty pussy lips are looking different from when I first had you." Angel noticed all of these things as well.

"I feel beautiful, beautifully made by you. Do what you do now...". Angel watched Dionne cradle one hand over the huge black's shoulder, and the other around the back of his head. He took his time before putting his mouth on Dionne's cunt, instead dragging his lips and tongue along her torso as she exclaimed in pleasure. He pulled away from her hands and ran that same mouth over her legs; "Such a fine, fine body. Oh yeah, you're going to take me, all right," he said softly as he grabbed her more aggressively, then used those same grasping hands to flip her over on her stomach, kissing upwards from her heels to calves, hamstrings, ass, cleft, shoulderblade....

"Are you going to take me this way first? Be careful and lube up first, my love?"

"Oh yeah, you're way too tight not to. It's OK, I want more time....". The man lifted Dionne's hips upward and began to run his mouth over her vagina from behind. After a minute or two, Angel watched the young black man put one finger in his wife, then another, as he continued to nibble and lick her.

"Oh, mon amour, keep on doing that....ahhhh, your wonderful tongue on my clit....oh, this will be it, please?". Within five minutes of starting, Angel watched as his wife's hips twitched up and down, ass in the air, face against the comforter, her elbows and forearms balanced above her head. "Alors, tout va bien....plus, tenez-moi au Cumming...."; Dionne continued moaning through her long, hard orgasm.

The man reached off the end of the bed for his pants, grabbing a bottle of lubricant from it. Dionne turned onto her side, then sat up as he opened the cap and squirted the lube onto her palms. She first covered the man's huge prick with the fluid, then her hands over it lengthwise. Angel knew his wife had long, graceful hands, and watched as they failed to cover his full length as she ran herself, tips of fingers to base of palms, over him, covering him as best she could. Finally, Dionne began to grip him around the shaft with both hands, pulling on him.

She put her lips, briefly and daintily, on the tip of his head. "More cum, I'm glad you'll have more inside me soon. Voulez-vous maintenant?"

"Oui, oui!", the man answered.

 

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They rolled over on their sides; Angel watched his wife entered from behind by the man's huge prick; it was almost beyond belief that this was happening. "Big, si grand...slow while you open me," Dionne said as the huge, capable man caressed her with his mouth and hands. "Nice and wet for me...oh yeah, so tight..."; his head began to push its way inside Angel's wife. He pulled her torso back, one hand grabbing a firm, curvy breast, the other reaching for her clit.

Dionne moaned, gasped and occasionally screamed as the man's cock moved inside her. Within two minutes, she began to press herself back against him and lifted her upper leg high; her arm off the bed reached back, her hand wrapping around his neck as his cock began to work harder. Two lengthy orgasms were soon torn from her body in this position; Angel heard his wife moan out in ways with which he was unfamiliar.

"How did you find me, best, best man in the world....not too deep yet, oh so big!....you are who I need, what I need all the time!"

 

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Angel watched as the man pulled out of his wife and laid sideways on the big bed. The young man laid on his back, prick standing straight up, incredibly long and thick; the top half glistened with his wife's juices.

Dionne faced Angel where he sat behind the mirror as she worked over the dark man's excited cock. The fact that she was able to take in nearly half of her lover's length was remarkable and displayed her own deep arousal. "Yeah, that's great....make me nice and wet," the huge man encouraged his wife. She yanked her mouth off him after a couple of minutes and eyed her gorgeous man while pulling at his cock with both hands. "My pussy needs you again."

She mounted her young man, moaning as she slid down four of his thick inches with the first push. "Oh, that's going to do it for me....I can feel your cock moving, it's impatient, ready to cum deep, deep inside of your Dionne, right?"

"Yes, fuck yes....there come those ridges of yours....damn, the insides of you, you're made for me." Angel could see the man begin to move his hips in choreography with his wife's; the black man's hands gripped his wife's tits, then her ass. Dionne's ride became rougher, more chaotic; her face displayed pure bliss as her next time began to arrive, and the man began to moan more or less continuously.

When her body began to twitch in orgasm, he brought his hands up to Dionne's face and head and pulled her down to kiss. He drove his cock in her deeper as he dug his tongue in her mouth. Angel's wife flailed her arms about, slapping and pounding her lover's shoulders and chest, as the wild mix of sensations and emotions, along with the man's overpowering size and strength, overcame her. Still working his cock deep and fast thirty seconds later, he pulled his tongue out of Dionne's mouth and kissed all over her face; she shouted loudly and wildly, "Oui oui oui oui oui!....oh, so big you hurt! careful, love....love me more, feel your beautiful cock open me up...make me cum, make me cum again, don't stop don't STOP DON'T STOP, OHHHHH OUI!"

 

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She had barely finished when he raised up and flipped them over. Angel could now see the two of them in profile as his wife was mounted by her lover. "Gentle with your cock, you're so big, my baby....that hurts me, baby, slow and gentle....oh, that's right....". The black man rode high over Dionne; she began to come back to her orgasmic state as she became accustomed to the extra inch he now drove inside her insistently and felt her clit bumping against his shaft.

Suddenly, he slowed his strokes a bit; his buttocks and hips began to move more lasciviously as he began to moan anxiously. "Fuck, your ridges, such a fucking nice cunt, Dionne....Dionne, I'm going to CUM!....I'm CUMMING cumming right NOW....oh SHIT!" His movements were chaotic now; he served up six or seven fast strokes, then pushed another half-inch in as Dionne screamed out. He kept his cock buried deeply for a few seconds, Dionne moaning, "Oh my God lover, I feel you toss away so deep, so deep, you're opening me up with your big cock and putting your baby inside me...."; he thrust away again to finish his cumming, then reburied his cock deep inside Angel's wife and brought her to a last quick and satisfying orgasm by grinding against her clit. "OH OH oh, oh oh oh...", she moaned as they held each other to a slow stop, kissing each other deeply and gently.

 

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Angel's guts were rather twisted up by all of this. He knew things between he and his diva wife were not the ideal presented to the public, but this was taking the bands of trust and partnership and stretching them to the breaking point. He watched as his wife and her tremendous lover continued wordlessly and tenderly, stroking and kissing each other's face.

Finally, Dionne broke the silence. "I knew when you first made love to me that you would be the one to give me a beautiful baby."

"Did you test positive?"

"No, not yet. It appears to be very difficult for me to become pregnant. The best doctors haven't been successful. But you're so potent, and my love for you and what we do together is so deep, that I'm certain it will happen before long."

"I love you too, Dionne, and I'm happy to do what we're doing. It keeps me around you, and that turns me on. Does Angel know about us?"

"He's being told. Je t'aime. Big dick parfait, vous caresser si bon au fond de moi. Let me take your body again, take your love again."

Dionne's new man pulled out of her and began to kiss down her body; his cock quickly went from three-quarters hard to ragingly erect. His caresses and words were tender, but Angel could see his wife was about to be ravaged again.

The huge black man started again atop Dionne; this time Angel saw them from behind, his wife's legs, hands and vagina about the only things visible to him as the American began by stroking his cock smoothly and quickly, saving his deep thrusts for later. He kept this up for a few minutes; Dionne's legs raised up to ease the angle and open up to him, soles of her feet facing Angel's view; her fingernails dug into her lover's broad shoulders as his buttocks flexed and his middle was thrown at her. Angel could see the black boy's big balls, tightly held in its sack at the base of the long, thick penis which was opening his wife's body, changing it before his eyes.

The man put his forearms underneath Dionne's thighs and moved to sit up on his knees. "Oh, not this again," Dionne sighed happily, clasping her arms around her man's neck as he pulled her up off the bed. She smiled broadly as her lover controlled the thrusting now, keeping the strokes shallow and swift. "Si bonne, si bonne, plus, plus...", Dionne cried out as he began to bring her off again.

After these multiple orgasms, Angel watched him edge off the bed and stand up next to it. Still with his forearms under Dionne's thighs, he drove his cock deeper inside her. "Stroke me with those ridges, so nice, so tight....", he said. He allowed her to fall down his arms a bit with her legs remaining forced wide open, causing another inch to enter her. She squealed in pain as his head drove against her cervix: "Bottoming out, OOOWW, my bottom, baby, too deep, too deep...". He controlled the action thoroughly and kept his head jostling away on Dionne's cervix.

When he felt the sperm rising from his prick yet again, he dropped his arms from underneath her legs and moved his hands to the side of her hips. Dionne grabbed frantically onto her lover's shoulders, trying to pull herself up higher to avoid his wounding cock, but he drove his hips up and his hands down, acting to pull her down on his cock as he began to come.

Dionne's first cervical orgasm began to quiver deep inside her vault at the same moment she felt her lover's cock shake its sperm out deep inside of her again. "Shit, take it, take me, je t'aime, je t'aime, your CUNT!", he yelled; his urethra felt as if it were on fire as she yanked his cum from his balls yet again

He finally fell back on the bed, panting and temporarily satisfied. She slowly pulled off of him, all of those thick inches reappearing against his stomach. She kissed and gently bit along the underneath of the black man's shaft as she stroked his beautiful body with one hand and pulled at his balls with the other; he moaned with this postcoital pleasure. "So, so good," she cooed. 'You'll be here with me. I won't get sore so easily as I did last month. I've been working myself open with big vibrators. I thought of you as I got off on them, but now I've got you, the real thing. Je t'aime, mon grand, l'homme genial, please fuck me again."

Angel's fingernails ground away at his palms; his stomach did another flip.

 

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It took three months of their frequent lovemaking to gain the pregnancy Dionne wanted so publicly and badly. She dispensed with the in vitro and other attempts she had made with her husband and physician, and abandoned herself to their wonderful affair. Only on rare occasion did the world-famous singer bring her lover to orgasm with her mouth or allow him to cum in his ass. She wanted to make sure his spunk was held in her delicious box as often as possible.

They showered or had bubble baths together one or two times a day, enjoying soaping each other's bodies, giving themselves the opportunity for new caresses. He liked the water, both there and by the pool; when they went to these areas, they made sure to have some lube with them if and when the mood struck to entangle their bodies again.

She had her tailor measure and fit her lover's massive body for a luxurious robe, but he bothered little to use it while he stayed at the mansion; he was able to have the run of the house while walking about nude. Dionne usually bothered to put on a robe or other light clothing while outside the bedroom if her lover was not taking her, but he had no other role in the house servants' lives other than as Dionne's wonderful lover; it felt freeing to walk about for brief sojourns in the mansion outside the bedroom without his clothes.

For Angel, it was difficult to cope with the new reality. He only watched his wife get fucked at their home another time or two; those were times when Dionne insisted over breakfast. "I think my man will make me pregnant today with our baby, eh? You'll watch the lovemaking which gives this to us. Oh, my Angel, he treats your wife so, so well; be happy for me, all right?" She held her husband's face in her palms as he looked up at her sadly.

"This is difficult, mon cher. We're still doing interviews where we're talking about our excitedness about starting a family, and I have to know that this is how it's happening."

"Well, my dear husband, look at how we started our affair! That caused some pain in our lives and the people we cared for, but it was for the right reasons. C'est la vie?"

Angel nodded in silent deference to his wife.

 

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Even with her desire to have the continuous pleasure of her lover, and to keep his sperm filling up her vagina, there were times during this beautiful season when he simply wore Dionne out and she was too sore to love him; at these times, she was barely able to walk. While the world-famous mother-to-be recuperated, he made his way back out into the world of beautiful women. Dionne asked that he not engage in affairs in their exclusive Montreal suburb, so he often made his way to Montreal itself, where many beautiful, cosmopolitan women could be found.

The tremendous man spent a few of Dionne's recuperative days in the States. The better part of a week was spent taking a couple of barely legal white girls from a small town in Mississippi. The first girl was entertaining and, of course, was greatly entertained, but her friend Jenny was even cuter and had a box which gripped his dick like a vice. They met a couple of times in his hotel room, but there was also a night when she was home on curfew; he came to the back yard of Jenny's home and she sneaked out of the bedroom window. Dionne would not have been pleased to hear that the beautiful small-town Mississippian was made pregnant by her awesome black lover that night, under the moonlight shining over the back yard of her family's home.

 

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Dionne was finally given a child by her lover, as his cock continued to pour his spunk inside her until the blessed day arrived. The two continued their affair for nearly a month afterwards, but Dionne did not wish to lose the pregnancy, and all the jostling deep in her vault caused her to be concerned that her man's huge cock might both give and take away. So, while she missed the intense pleasure he gave her, Dionne ended their affair. He gave her the last orgasm from this episode of their love lives with his mouth, stroking and sucking away at her labia and clitoris.

She had their child at home, in order to avoid paperazzi and gossiping hospital personnel. The midife who oversaw her childbirth was paid a million dollars to sign a strong confidentiality agreement. Dionne and Angel also had expensive confidentiality agreements with the personnel from the adoption agency which gave them a newborn white boy on the day she gave birth to her dark black baby boy. The agency also took this boy with them, leaving in the same vehicle as the midwife. Dionne's child was swaddled in the back seat, and the facts of her pregnancy was hid from all public knowledge.

That week, the father of Dionne's child was at the home of a beautiful older woman from a mid-sized Conneticut town. When he saw the People magazine cover on Elaine's kitchen counter which showed Dionne, Angel and "their newborn", he smiled.

"Orange juice?", Elaine offered.

"Yeah, thanks", he replied. "I like having a refreshment before good fucking."

"Oh, it'll be good, all right. Anything that helps you keep it up all night like you do."

"Don't need much help." He wrapped a long arm and hand around the back of Elaine's waist and pulled her up to him for a kiss.

 

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His women risked pregnancy because they wanted to experience the great excitement he displayed when he came the way he did. Fitting a condom over him would have prevented them from experiencing this key fact: he was as excited to be with them as they were with him. This was manifested, both symbolically and physically, by the fact that their lover typically came with many times more volume that any lover they had before. In addition, the tremendous twitching they could feel when he came, their vaginas pulled tight over the action end of his tossing tool, was an awesome, not-to-be missed experience. Even the small barrier of a rubber would detract from these unique experiences.

True, he was more singular, separated from the heterosexual pack more extraordinarily than his women. Still, one of his natural traits which gave him his special skills was that each woman, each encounter still held an excitement, a newness of experience for him. He felt and appreciated the miracle that was his life. He loved women, and he was blessed to have novel ways to express his love. He wanted the best for his women; he liked that their lives were made better with his entry into them.

The sureness of his encounters with the fair sex was gratifying; it allowed him any number of gratifying experiences. He took pleasure in the attactiveness of the women, both hostesses and models, who presented on one of the 24-hour cable shopping channels, so he went to the town where the shopping channel was produced. It did not take long for him to sucesfully initiate affairs with key women at the network; soon, he had access to the studio, where a new culture was set.

There were a few of the hostesses who he particularly liked, and he would arrange to be at the studio a couple of hours in advance of their time before the cameras. He and the chosen hostess would enjoy a quick, incredibly enjoyable lovemaking stint in a meeting room at the studio before the hostess needed to get into makeup for the cameras. In addition, there were certain times set aside to sell products where four to six models he favored would appear on-air during the hour. He made a point of being there during these times when he was in town; after they went before the cameras and another model took their place, he would work himself into them in a soundproofed room just off the set, and then continue the round-robin with the models at a more leisurely pace once the hour sale, and their work, had ended. It required a chaotic choreography betwen them and the backstage production staff, who needed to place the new clothing, jewelry or shoes on the models before they came back out onstage. Normally, these specimens of women would not have wanted to appear before the cameras freshly fucked, but their beautiful black lover made them happy to have the opportunity.

Eventually, a large meeting room was remade into a sort of sexual "green room" for the man and his women at the network. This allowed them to have a less chaotic set of encounters. Some of the hostesses and models would show up at the studio hours in advance of their on-air time, so that they would be able to have lengthier sex with their terrific lover. The culture of the network soon set itself up around this new morality, creating a wall of privacy for the women, allowing them to keep these affairs from their husbands, boyfriends and families if they wished.

One of the older hostesses at the network did not engage in this activity at first. In fact, Judy viewed this new setup as immoral and a betrayal to the families of the women, as well as an unwelcome work environment. Even if the women at the network did not feel that they were being sexually harassed, Judy found the whole situation uncomfortable. She often complained to her husband Bill about this new situation, and as Tracy and Marie, two of the other hostesses, had been family friends, Bill and particularly Judy were unhappy about holding secrets from Tracy and Marie's husbands. Judy was also unhappy about the fact that the two hostesses appeared to have more than their share of the man's time when he came to town.