Big, gorgeous black man and petite, white Donna

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From "Anatomy of Love", by anthropogist Helen Fisher, Ph.D:

"Another dazzling female trait is 'multiple orgasm'. Unlike her mate's, a female's genitals do not expel all the fluid during orgasm, and-if she knows how-she can climax again and again....The clitoris is a remarkably sensitive clump of nerves that produce orgasm- a violent, pounding physical sensation and tumultuous emotional experience. Moreover, orgasm signals something: satisfaction....for a woman orgasm is a journey, an altered state of consciousness, another reality that escalates to chaos, then elicits feelings of calm, tenderness and attachment- which tend to cement a relationship with a partner. Orgasm also satiates a woman, and that motivates her to remain lying down; hence sperm is less likely to flow from the vaginal canal. Last, female orgasm stimulates a woman to seek more coitus, which inevitably facilitates conception too....It is to a female's advantage to pick her partners carefully; she hasn't many opportunities to reproduce....Human penises are relatively thick, and this may have emerged in human evolution simply because....a fat phallus distends the muscles of the outer third of the vaginal canal and pulls on the hood of the clitoris, creating exciting friction, making orgasm easier to achieve....Those who had thicker penises had more special friends throughout their lives and more extra lovers too. These males produced more children. And thick penises evolved....Perhaps the long human phallus is the result of sperm competition too, designed to give the swimmers a head start....Reproduction is the primary purpose of any organism. Nature would have done shoddy work had she not produced powerful mechanisms to make us breed and breed again."

 

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The door was opened by Sean. Beth barely was able to associate the boy at the door with Donna's son, based on the expression on his face; it was wan and soft, not as lively as she remembered. He assesed her briefly, then lowered his eyes.

Beth stood in her yoga outfit with a brief sweat jacket, filled with adrenaline. "Is your friend here?"

"Yeah," Sean responded sullenly. "Back there." He waved generally to his right, moving back and away from the door. His head remained down as he trudged back to the living room.

Beth walked tentatively to the left of the house. The bathroom was immediately before her as she entered the hallway; she assumed the alpha male was not in there. Open doors were at each end of the hall. Beth called out tentatively, first to the right, then the left, "Hello?"

He had seen Beth in the last few seconds of her approach to the house. He remembered her, both from the neighborhood and at the basketball games. She was neither as short or slight as Donna, but Beth was still petite by a normal woman's standards. He liked that; he also liked that she had a thin but extremely sturdy look to her. She was usually dressed in a business suit at courtside, and looked fuckable even with sensible pumps and skirt below her knees. The yoga outfit was flesh-colored, and had made her look good from a distance; as she approahed the door, he saw her erect nipples through the fabric, her doe eyes flitting nervously.

"You should do this in your life," Donna had said during their first night. "You are here to make women happy." She had never taken these back.

"In here," he said now. "Come in and get comfortable."

Beth heard his deep, resonant and confident command. She moved left, toward the room lit in morning sun between the thin drapes.

 

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Beth saw him rising from the bed as she entered the room. She remembered this as Rich and Donna's bedroom, but its appearance was altered to a greater degree than Sean's. The drapes had been thick and dark; now they were nerly sheer. The neighborhood was easily seen through the bedroom window; the room's scent was sweet with hints of sour. A brief glance to the first bedside table showed the pitcher of water, tube of lube and the vibrator she had seen he and Donna purchase. The last lay shiny on its side.

This sight disappeared from her vision, which was taken by him, standing even taller than she remembered. He was in an open bathrobe and his baggy shorts. The same absurd tenting of his shorts she witnessed in his walk to the park with Donna was visible, but now it faced her directly, moving forward. Donna was nowhere to be seen.

"....hello, um, I hadn't been introduced to you yet....I can't believe I'm here," she stammered out softly, nervously. Her big, blue eyes finally rose to look up at his face. Full, full lips and calm, smiling eyes met her gaze. He continued to move forward.

"Glad to meet you." He finished his move forward by pressing their full frames together with his long arms. Beth was glad to be held in this way; she felt assured by his manner. Her nervousness and fear receded a bit; adrenaline kept coursing through her. She pressed back against him with the full front of her, bringing her hands around his waist. He smelled of a natural musk, along with the familiar odors of a woman's sex. After a few more seconds, she softly caressed his ass, gasping as she felt its fullness.

He craned down and placed his first lingering kiss on top of Beth's head. He stayed there for some moments, his warm breath gently blowing her hair as he then moved down to kiss her mouth. Her lips were fuller than Donna's; he used his mouth to envelop hers anyway, working slowly towards the first use of his tongue. She beat him to this, seeking the inside of his mouth with hers. Merely the first part of his tongue began to fill her mouth, the tongue curling up slowly and firmly towards the roof- she pulled back quickly, her hands moving to grap him by the sides.

"Oh, shit, that's some kissing!" She looked up at him. Her heart thumped hard. He felt it easily. "You're going to do me, aren't you?"

"Yes, I will." He reached down to her waist and began to pick her up.

 

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She kept on traveling up until he had the middle of her at his shoulder level. "Put your legs over my shoulders." He lifted her a bit higher as she did so; her head first grazed the ceiling, then outright banged into it as her crotch becams settled in front of his face. "Whoa!", Beth said with surprise and exhilaration.

He began to work his tongue onto the fabric, searching for the lines of her organs through it. Her vagina, already wet, gushed further; she placed her palms on the ceiling and stretched her arms out, quickly regaining feelings of freedom and grace as his diligent, strong tongue quickly caused the crotch of her tights to become soaked. She began to whimper in pleasure; she looked back and to the left, noticing that the bedroom door was open.

After a full minute, he moved to place her back up against the wall near the open bedroom door. Her muscular legs squeezed around him, then opened, ready to have his mouth again. Instead, his hands moved from her waist to her shoulders, reaching for the top of her yoga outfit. He tried to slide it down her shoulders, her trying to help, small sweat jacket tangling with the efforts of pulling down her top; "....just....a....second...", she said.

"Fuck it," he said, breathing harder. His hands went from her shoulders to her collarbone; they were huge just below her eyes as they began to tear at the low collar of the outfit. "Wait!", she said....but she felt, then heard, the fabric tearing a foot down, then another few inches. He then moved his hands quickly below her ass, gracefully and quickly moved them away from the wall, then lifted her off his shoulders and down to the floor again.

"Take it off," he demanded quickly. Her jacket was on the floor, then she shimmied out of the ripped yoga tights. She was glad the short walk had allowed her to walk over barefoot; there were no shoes to delay the quick stripping off of the outfit. No panties; a thin strip of brown pubic hair ending a half-inch before her mound; even, lightly tanned skin. He loved what he saw.

"You need to help me," he said, backing toward an opposing wall and reaching to the string tie of his shorts. She reached toward him; instead of finding the string tie, Beth grabbed at the thick, long bulge. "Not there," he said. She gave a lustful laugh as she felt his extremely hard cock through the shorts, and then saw something even more extraordinary. Peeking out from below the nearly knee-length shorts was a huge cock head. This sight flashed grotequely to Beth for a moment; she continued to hold that cock firmly with one hand, and the shock faded into deep excitement. Another short laugh came out.

Beth looked to her left; the open bedroom door showed a suspiciously silent hall. She closed the door with her free hand; the latch clicked.

 

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The shorts came down; his enormous cock jumped out. The constant fucking of Donna caused it to swell even thicker than it had been when Donna had first experienced it. "That's a beautiful thing," Beth said softly. Her open mouth immediately found the swollen head; her tongue took the pre-come from his pulsating urethra. "Your come tastes sweet," she cooed.

After working his head for a minute, one hand firmly cupping his balls, she opened her mouth wide and brought her tongue up the underneath of him repeatedly, from ball sack to head. "You...know...exactly...what...I...like...," he growled softly. Beth's other hand held him tightly at the base, moving only to make way for her tongue and, occasionally, moving up his cock to the head, the other hand moving up to join in on the rough treatment of his cock. Pre-come continued to drip out; at one point, she sucked it noisily.

"What position do you want it first?", he asked. "Missionary," Beth said, looking up gratefully. "Jump on the bed," he offered. He figured that she would need plenty of foreplay to be able to accept him. Her body curved and moved delightfully as she moved up high onto the center of the mattress; his cock was swollen hard, and he felt the desire to hammer her with it. She needed preparation to avoid becoming hurt.

He stroked and sucked on her breasts, from side to top, then her nipples. Beth's areaolas were wide and centered on firm breasts; nipples hardened to his tongue. He then dragged his huge lips down her sides and hips, then back up to her mouth, kissing her openly. His long fingers found her large clitoris easily and wiggled hard against it; she moaned loudly as the lips on her and full tongue inside her, combined with his long fingers, brought Beth to her first orgasm with a man in many months. "Doooooo that more," she cried out when his mouth came off hers, as his persistence kept her orgasm going for a long time. When this orgasm subsided, he reached two, then three fingers around and dug them in her vagina. His other huge palm cupped her breast; he spread his fingers out as she thrust her hips up and down. She came again, quick and sharp.

"What are you doing to me?", she said.

"This," he said, moving his torso slightly so that his penis was just to the side of her face. Both hands firmly held the sides of Beth's head, then one wrapped around the back and brought her mouth onto him again. She looked up at him while laying on her back, as he forced his cock into her mouth. She gagged twice. After thirty seconds of that action, he said "I'm going to fuck you now," moving his body and hers on the bed at the same time, throwing her legs open in front of him.

His hands grabbed Beth's thin ankles, then both moved up to her very full calves. He kept hold onto her legs, deciding at the last second to dig his tongue into her instead of his prick. Starting at the bottom of her vagina and working his way up to her clit, his huge mouth brought her off twice in quick succession. Now she was ready.

When he first mounted her on top and pushed himself in, she felt him open her first inch, then her second; she cried out, the enormous edges of his head on her lips. "That can't feel better, your head! fast, quick strokes." He cradled under her ass with one hand, then lifted her pelvis up as he rose onto his knees on the bed. She grabbed his wide shoulders at the last second, pulling her upper body up to meet the delicious connection of their middles.

Denied the lengthy missionary screwing she thought she had wanted, instead Beth was treated to an incredibly stimulating position for the quick stroking from his head. He quickly manuvered his hands on the sides of her hips, rocking his own hips slightly as he moved hers up and down. The combined effect from their moving hips drove her crazy: "Whaaaat noooooowwwwww......." Beth cried out as she came on his cock within seconds. He rocked her this way for three more of her orgasms, keeping his cock head grazing against her, her hands reaching up his monstrous torso and over the sides of his shoulders. "Thats....good....fucking...", he said as he kept her coming. Eventually, his hands moved from the outside of her hips and underside of her ass to the inside of her thighs. He cupped his legs this way, allowing him to press them wide open.

"Look," he said. Cueing her with his eyes to glance down, they watched as his head continued to brush against her lips. When she came close to her next orgasm, he had learned to anticipate it; in full control of both of their movements, he began to intentionally deny her when she was on the edge. First he would continue to rock his hips while holding her still; next he would move her up and down with his arms while his hips lay dormant.

Finally, he let go of the inside of her thighs suddenly, causing her to slide down his cock for a few more inches. He wiggled this top third of his prick back and forth against her. Her fingernails dug hard into his shoulders as this position penetrated her deeper than ever while allowing his cock to stroke her clit fully, and in a new way. This one was long and hard; "Goddamn you know what to do to me what a fucking body how can you be built like this you're a God you make me feel wonderful......."; she muttered on.

He lifted her off his penis and tossed her on the bed; he quickly moved off the edge of Donna's bed. He stood tall and extraordinary, reaching for the prime lube. He cupped his hand and took a large amount of lube. Losing barely a drop, he used one hand, then both to vigorously grease up his entire cock, all the while staring through Beth. She saw three large drops of pre-come drip out; a small stream then spurted out a few inches. "Watch me drop this shit on you," he said.

He grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He lifted Beth's legs up and penetrated her; she took half with the first stroke and shook with pleasure. This time he cupped his hands underneath her back and shoulders and lifted her up onto him in a full standing position: "OOOOOOOOOWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...", she screamed in part-pain, most-pleasure.

 

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Soon after he stood her up, he dropped his hands off her body and held them above his head. He began to move his hips vigorously up and back while standing nearly straight up; only the need to support Beth's full weight with his pelvis and lower body shortened his full height. Her cervix and fornix began to recieve pressure as he first bottomed out at seven inches; her cervix eventualy cleared away as his cock head continued its work on Beth's cunt walls and fornix.

He dropped his head back, face up to the sky, mouth open in a half-grimace as he continued to find new parts of Beth. Her fornix began to give way, and then it was all quite a sight: He triggered a huge orgasm deep inside of her, her body shaking and then gushing vaginal fluid all over him. Her wetness flowed onto his stomach, cock, balls and thighs; as his hips continued to thrust up and back, some of her fluid was thrown forward by his balls.

Now Beth's vagina tented, and she began to take inch after extra inch as gravity and his cruel thrusting sank her down over his thick pole. The tenting took him into a long near-orgasmic state. "Yeah....take...it...take...it...take it...take it...takeittakeittakeit....aaahhh...".

As for Beth, her mind was gone: "make me come again come now come deep inside of me i loved the taste of your sweet come now i want your sweet come inside of my body put it in me i'm yours now i'm yours now you fuck me keep fucking me never stop fucking me come and keep fucking....". Her head was now tossed back in almost the same manner as his, face straight up, eyes closed, murmuring. She wrapped her legs and arms tight around his thrusting torso.

Beth experienced his first toss inside of her as a huge shaking of the base of his cock; her walls easily identified the shooting of his spunk up his urethra and hard against the back of her vault. The look on his face looked relaxed and blissful, his hands remained clasped up high, she continued to feel his spunk fill her. Now a final orgasm came upon her quickly that felt to him like her vagina was sucking and massaging his cock. Her walls and body rippled- it was a taking in of him. At the end of this orgasm, Beth's arms and legs lost the ability to wrap themselves around him. Her legs dropped down, feet suspended well above the ground, hands back on her shoulders. His thrusts continued.

He was overfilling her, and as he continued thrusting to finish his coming, he felt his sperm beginning to drop from Beth's open cunt. He threw her back on the edge of the bed, hands on her hips, continuing to work his cock on her so that his sperm would stay good and buried, lips pursed in his concentration. He held himself inside her with full erection for a minute, then pulled out quickly and tipped her pelvis up by pushing her knees back for another couple of minutes. They panted together, wordless.

Five minutes later, Beth was in his ridiculously oversized bathrobe and he wore his shorts. They walked down the street to Beth's empty house.

 

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Beth became pregnant by him right away. While she frequently took his cum into her body in the next fortnight, it was possible that the sperm that caused his child to grow in Beth was from that first encounter.

There was an adjustment period for Donna as he took to the life she had urged upon him. He was setting sail, and would no longer be exclusive to her. She had been wise to understand that no one woman would be able to take all of him for a long period of time. Just during their season of exclusivity, Donna's vagina and anus had been made raw; tissues had been torn. Her body in general was sore with the constant exercise; he alone was capable of keeping up this pace. Many women could match him for a while, but the proclaimed natural ability for a woman to copulate continuously was put to the test.

One of the extraordinary aspects of his affairs were that even women with whom he had a few encounters would see their bodies change in addition to their morals. Their sex organs would become drawn out more visibly on their bodies, vaginal lips, clitoris, labia and other parts became permanently fuller and more colored. The women would execute various levels of secretiveness, from complete to none at all; he was usually willing to move with their wishes in that area. However, husbands and others able to view these women naked would know that he had laid his mark on them if they were paying any attention at all.

In addition, Donna had taken a leave of absence from work in order to have the time and energy avaliable to fully indulge in this affair. Few would be able to make such accomidations; soon, the huge man would be sufficiently occupied in his serial affairs that he would not be looking for individual women to create full-time, long-term committments to him. It was plenty enough to know that, whenever he arrived, they would respond; what he brought to their lives was that valuable.

The desires his body, skill and appetites created were ones only a broader world of beautiful women would be able to meet.

 

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It was not possible for Beth to keep their fucking secret. The man spent many nights at her home while her daughter was away; by the time Tiffany arrived back from camp, it was one of the new house rules.

It was a learning experience for Tiffany. Beth had raised her to respect the values of the community. Orderly sexual and domestic relationships were the norm, so that when her mother's social life had become dormant after her parents' split, it was what was to be expected. What was not expected was for this 42-year-old, respected in the community and known to have gone through a divorce, to take her own leave of absence so that she would have maximum time to become brutally fucked by a huge, black teenager. Nor was it expected that, in future months, she would be seen around the community with a baby bump, and that she would not hide the fact that appearances were not decieving- she was carrying the potent young black man's child.

In the months before the pregnancy made their fucking impossible, the situation was dizzying and difficult for Tiffany. Maternal instincts were now thrown out the window, as were the proper boundaries for family life. Tiffany would not only learn that Beth would no longer be avaliable to give her car rides or take a meaningful level of interest in her daughter's life. It was more- Tiffany was no longer able to bring friends to the house, as the sexual behavior there was not something with which her friends and the community had fallen into acceptance.

The young man had just graduated from their high school, but he had recently been their peer. Now his role was suddenly, astoundingly different. Also, Tiffany felt turmoil over her own curiosity. Her mother had brought Tiffany up to value sexual restraint, to use and cultivate her status as an extremely pretty, physically and socially active young woman, and gain the power of exclusivity. Now, she saw Beth throw off almost all restraint. A larger, sturdier bed was brought into the house. Her new man was very large. Nothing other than that and his pure sexual skills created a reason for Beth to make a new bed purchase. Tiffany was being told that the old rules did not apply for this new man, that he was worth changing for.

What could happen during sex with this man that would make that true? In these early days, there were plenty of people who would tell Tiffany that her mother's values had become improper. However, she had witnessed Beth's happiness increase; this caused Tiffany to reconsider, to doubt those who were criticizing. Also, there was the mystery of deep sexual pleasure and orgasms. These were things that Tiffany knew little about. She masturbated little; she had prevented her boyfriends from going far with her sexually. They had been anxious to, but she had been taught that it was proper to deny improper advances.

 

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Donna continued to enjoy him when he was not at Beth's during the next three months. News of Beth's pregnancy came to Donna early; it gave her an initial sting of jealousy. This familiar sting lasted a much shorter time than she thought it would, however; later, she felt it had been similar to a phantom limb's pain. She knew somehow that any pain would diminish over time, as the traumatic change to her value system caused any instinctive possessiveness to lose its power.

Donna came home late one evening after a work assignment. Rich was home, watching television in the living room; Sean had just left for college. The young man saw her car pull up; he left the bedroom, and met her in the entry hallway.

"Oh, that's good," Rich heard Donna say from the hall as the door swung open. "I've been....thinking ab.........about your mouth...on...me", Donna was heard exclaiming in between kisses. "Well....happy to see me too, huh?", she said. "Well, you're going to get taken care of."

"Grab it hard", Rich heard him respond. "Ohhhhh....bite the head....yesssss", he groaned. A few seconds later, she said, panting, "I'm going to give it a sweet hug. Let me eat with Rich first, O.K.?".

"All right. Hurry, though." He went to the bedroom. He could hear the two of them speaking from the other room as he waited. He didn't bother to listen to the specifics, but he could hear the tone of Rich's voice, quiet and plaintive. He wondered what kept Rich around while his wife fucked another man in the same house. She was extremely beautiful and persuasive, and he loved her; that was what the young man concluded that night. By the time he was a few years into this life, he would no longer wonder what made these things possible.

"I couldn't wait," Donna said as she finally came down the hall to the bedroom. The soft bounce of her high heels being thrown to the sides of the room could be heard as she came in; as she began to swing the door closed, she said "Nibble my clit, then take my ass first tonight, all right?"

They had each other twice that night, and again in the morning. Their mutual orgasm was very strong as the first light glistened through the drapes. Donna could feel him pulse and quiver deep inside her vagina; he arched back and over her, his come filling and overflowing her again as she pressed his middle into her, moaning with her time.

"Another one. God damn, how do you do this?", she asked no one. "Good morning", he said; then they both laughed over the intentional absurdity of this mundane greeting matched with such profound moments. A few moments later, he moved back off the top of her, moving his head toward her middle. His move pulled the comforter and sheets back. As he began to work his mouth on her, Donna looked down the bed at him; she saw a noticeable circle of blood on the bottom sheet. It took a few seconds for her to raise up on her elbows; smaller drops were visible around the circle.

"Where did that come from?", she said, pointing to the spot. After a few seconds of working his mouth on her, he looked over, located the direction of her gesture, and said, "Tiffany."

 

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Donna knew of Tiffany from the neighborhood. Even considering the high standards of the well-kept young people of the community, she immediately registered Tiffany as among the most attractive. A member of the gymnastics team in addition to her cheering, she had a lighter shade of hair than her mother, but had the same big, blue eyes; her face was classically beautiful.

He was asked about this new affair. He told Donna that the blood was from the breaking of Tiffany's hymen; he had taken her virginity the previous day, while Donna and Rich were away. But hadn't he started the day at Beth's? Yes, he answered; they had made love in the morning, and he had stroked Beth's body and face afterward as she fell to sleep. He went to the kitchen, and Tiffany was there. The girl put her hand in his, and they kissed. He began to caress her body, but she stopped him, saying she didn't want to wake her mother and be caught doing this. He had told her there was a private place for them.

He told Donna that it had taken quite a while to get inside Tiffany after his cock broke through her hymen; a half-hour of petting and play slowly brought her around. Even then, only a third of him had been able to get in this first time, but it had been fun for each of them. The idea that a young woman was having an opportunity to experience the best that lovemaking had to offer right away, that Tiffany was avoiding the fumbling, mediocre first experiences that women were usually forced to remember, was very intriguing to Donna.

"Would you mind if I watched the two of you some time?"

"Sure, you can."

"O.K.; I'll wait until you get more accustomed to each other."

"If you want."

 

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He called Donna the next Thursday and told her Tiffany was coming over. They had made love three more times during the week; she was small and young, and was still unable to take more than half of him in her. It was also not possible for them to have intercourse more than once a day. Her girl's body was being profoundly remade by this huge man, but time had to be taken.

Donna opened the latch to the front door quietly, about a half-hour after he told her Tiffany was due to arrive. She padded softly toward the bedroom. The door to the room was cracked open, just as they had arranged. The sight she saw through the slot was extraordinary. Tiffany was squatted over his face, holding herself up over his mouth with the strength of her legs. Their hands were linked together around the level of her head, allowing her to keep her balance as she moved herself back and forth across his mouth. After a minute, her wiggling became quicker. The deep clefts of her back and ass, remarkable for a girl so young, deepened as she moved to her orgasm. Her high-pitched squeals rang out for nearly half a minute.

He grunted "Uh-huh" underneath her in between the workings of his mouth. Donna nudged the door open a bit more to take in the full bed. His body laid back flat on the bed, knees slightly bent to allow his feet to rest before the footboard. His cock stood straight up with its familiar slight but noticeable curve north; much of the shaft glistened with moisture. As Tiffany came, Donna noticed his penis pulse slightly. Pre-come flowed from his urethra; distinct streams flowed down the sides of his cock head.

"Can we try again?", he asked after she had recovered from her orgasm. "Yeah, I wanna," Tiffany said.

"Put some more on me," he said, reaching easily to give her the bottle of lube from the bedside table. "All right," she responded. "I wanna kiss your head first, though." Donna watched as Tiffany's tiny mouth did its best to cover him. Her mouth was filled with just the sides of his head. It was obvious she was new at this; her inexperience was evident, and she looked overwhelmed by his size. He directed her work a bit, but mainly just laid back and met Tiffany's eyes with his as she kissed and bit on him gently. More pre-come flowed, some of it slightly whitish; she went up to his tip a time or two to lick it off with her small tongue.

He pulled her up to him and their mouths met. The size difference was incredible; her tongue darted out, while his slowly but surely snaked from his large, full lips. She sucked and bit on his extended tongue for a bit, then his huge hand came around her head and he wrapped his lips around her face. "Do it now," he said, pushing her back down. ""You get on me first."

Tiffany ran her lube-covered palms over him; his cock stretched out as he groaned. Again, the smallness of her hands around his massive prick was striking to Donna; how was this going to happen?

 

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She slowly pressed herself onto him as he remained on his back. "Ahhhh....owwch....ohhh", she squealed softly as she carefully worked her lips over his head, then down a few inches of his shaft. Donna watched as he moved his hips into her only a bit, patiently allowing Tiffany to work her way onto his cock. She bottomed out at about the same level he had described to Donna. More than half his cock was visible as he cupped one massive hand around both her flexing ass cheeks and began to move himself into her gently. Their bodies were disturbingly beautiful as they had at each other.

"I...like....it", she said as loud as her elevated voice allowed; her first orgasm seemed to come a couple of minutes after their mutual movements. He pulled her up and off of him again, first kissing her then covering her small breasts with his mouth. At one point, she cried out and wriggled away, saying "They're sensitive...". Tiffany moved back onto him again, gasping with his reentry but taking him in again. She seemed to come twice more in a few minutes, but the fucking remained careful.

He rolled them onto their sides, managing to keep their sexes wrapped around each other. They became able to move more vigorously; satisfied gasps and groans became more frequent. He faced the cracked bedroom door in this position, with Tiffany wriggling her middle against his. His tremendous broadness dwarfed hers. While her shoulders were square, built well and proportionate to her frame, the difference was stark to Donna's eyes in this position. She saw the full, relaxed smile on his face as he fucked Tiffany. Donna was impressed how gentle he was with the beautiful girl; the ratio of squeals of pleasure to cries of pain steadily improved.

Still, when he rolled Tiffany over on her back, Donna worried that he would split the girl open. Again, he managed to avoid that, even as he stretched massively over her. He grabbed onto the top of the headboard as he first moved into Tiffany from this position, using the headboard to hold himself over her. Getting into her more deeply, next he brought his hands down to caress her body and face. He moved his head to the edge of her small pussy lips, nearly exiting her with his shallow strokes. Donna knew what this felt like; she felt a sisterhood with Tiffany as just thirty seconds of that action brought her off, and then brought her off again; "Oh...my...God", she squealed as he stroked away.

He grabbed the headboard again, flexed his body into Tiffany's slightly more, and began to groan in a way that was again familiar. A sudden burst of shock hit Donna, as she suddenly realized He's going to come inside of her now. She had a sudden instinct to run into the room and prevent it from happening. Why this outcome was a surprise to Donna, she was not able to identify immediately.

Quickly, it came to her: This looks so wrong, but it is right; when he comes inside of her, with me watching, there's no turning back. The young white girl with the huge black man, taking a wrecking ball to the families of the neighborhood and the decorum of the town. The profound changes he was capable of delivering were actually happening; everyone who needed to know would soon know.

His orgasm came even quicker than Donna expected; instead of the usual long moan, he shouted "Yeah!" as the first pulses made his huge frame shake. Still, he somehow manage to remain careful with his cock as he flowed into her. For the first ten seconds of his coming, Tiffany opened her legs wider, then flexed them in tight against his sides, kissing his chest and nibbling on his nipples. At the end, he accidentally pulled out of her, and she reached down quickly to pull on him with her hands. The last four thick streams of come shot firmly out of him and onto the bed; a bit fell on Tiffany. After finishing, she pulled him back on top of her; he held himself there. His cock remained visibly rock-hard inside her as they talked.

"When did you want me first?", she asked.

"I saw you back at the high school and in the neighborhood last year. I thought you'd be fun then, but I didn't know what to do. I didn't think you wanted to talk to me."

"You're right, I didn't. I didn't know you, and you were a little scary to me. When you started coming around and seeing my mom and staying at the house, I was mad at first, but then I saw you guys happy and the world didn't end, you know?"

"Yeah. I saw you around the house. I thought it would be good if you could just come into the bed with us."

"That's gross; I don't think that's happening."

"That's fine. I'm glad we're here."

"Yeah, I like it too." She seemed to hesitate before continuing.

 

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"I saw you and my mom making love last week. I knew it was happening since you started staying, I'd heard you, but I hadn't seen you. I could tell you were special, with all the things you said and did together. You were talking in bed afterward, and you started talking about me."

"Yeah, I remember."

"I couldn't believe my mom would talk about me like that! She said that it would be a good thing if someone like you made love to me first."

"Yeah. That was good to hear. I'd already been thinking about a way to get you alone, but I didn't want to get her mad."

"With the way she kept me away from boys before, it was confusing, but I guess I thought, 'wow, you must feel really good to make love with'."

"Yeah, that's why I wanted to do you right there in your house."

"I dunno. I think there's a difference between my mom saying 'it would be good if' and you actually doing it to me, you know?"

"I guess."

"Am I as good as her?"

"Beth?"

"Who else?"

Donna's ears burned to hear his answer.

"Yeah. It's different....you're new. I like us learning each other together." He meant this; he was happy that he was able to make different women happy. He thought it would be nicer if Tiffany could take more of him and if she came as much as Donna and Beth, but he didn't say this.

He was still hard inside her. "I'm turned on. Do you think you can do it again?"

Tiffany didn't answer right away, but replied with assurance which surprised her as it came out. "Yeah, I think so."

Donna' eyes filled as he started moving inside Tiffany gently. "Good...you look great to me....that feel good?"

"Yes....kiss me."

His mouth moved down to hers, gently searching her mouth, then covering it, then tenderly searching Tiffany again as his cock found her places. He stayed on top of her the entire act this time; Tiffany spread her legs wider to accomidate him as he moved his hips up higher. "Oh.....you're deep.....deeper....ohhhhh......love me....Goddd.....". Her body continued to respond as he stroked away, steadily and firmly, for the next ten minutes.

Donna could sense that orgasms were rising for both of them. They looked and behaved as the best of beautiful youth; an overwhelming feeling of closeness and generosity moved through her. She was grateful for these sights, and wanted to show her appreciation and give them the benefit of her experience. From thought to impulsive action took less than ten seconds, enough for her to move through her fear and just take action.

Donna pushed the door open, softly. The lovers looked over at her.

"The two of you are so beautiful together," she told them.

 

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He was surprised, but adjusted quickly. After a hesitation, he maintained his stroking inside Tiffany. He knew there was no shame to be felt. Tiffany had attempted to scramble and cover herself up, but with his huge body over her, there was no way she could get free. He could feel she was on the edge, and that he would bring her off even with Donna in the room if he kept her there.

"What's happening?", Tiffany said. "Why is she here?"

"It's her bed. Stay with me....you're gonna make me come again in a minute."

"I love it when he gets close," Donna said to Tiffany. "You can feel his head get fuller, huh?"

Tiffany couldn't respond straight away, as he was kissing her fully. Her body language remained frantic for a bit longer, but then she gained understanding that Donna was not there to chastise them. Donna's words began to register with her; she came back down with him; she felt his cock jump in the middle of the thrusts.

"Turn her around," Donna directed him a minute later. It took a few adjustments in response to her, with Tiffany being moved around easily by his strength, but soon things were as Donna wished: him on his back, ass hanging over the side of the bed, and Tiffany in a reverse cowgirl position. His cock had never left her, and now it began to take her in this new position. His hands caressed her stomach and breasts.

"God, that feels good," Tiffany said, as his rhythm moved her.

"I want to make you feel better," Donna replied.

By now, the soles of Tiffany's feet had found themselves on his thighs, as his caressing of her torso had pulled her back to him. Donna took advantage of this, saying softly, "I'm just going to touch you here, all right?", then slowly moving her fingertips onto her tight belly, then onto the hood of Tiffany's clit. He continued to hold her torso; Donna gently wiggled away on Tiffany, slowly moving underneath the hood and begining to catch her clit directly.

"Holy fucking SHIT," Tiffany moaned, as all these movements, all these new friends sent her into a new place. She looked at Donna for a moment; the look Tiffany had in those moments of eye contact was as if she were about to be hurled out of a plane against her will. After another minute, Donna used her fingers to pull back on Tiffany's hood while bringing her tongue onto her clit. He wrapped one arm tight around the front of Tiffany, pulling her down on his middle and thrusting harder. She took another thick inch at the same moment she began to have an orgasm of the same type she had heard her mother have.

Tiffany's hard cries of pleasure bounced off the walls. Her toes curled inward toward the soles of her feet. Donna could see the lips of her vagina wrapped tight around his moving shaft as she kept her tongue and hands on Tiffany through her long orgasm.

"Shit...shit...shit..."; both of them felt his first spasm. Tiffany felt the first rush of his come hit the back wall of her pussy. "Wow," she could hear Donna say from underneath them, as he continued to growl with his pleasure. Donna put her finger back on Tiffany's clit, watching closely as trickles of come began to leak out of her airtight pussy and town his extra shaft. Tiffany came again, hard and short, as he finished his tossing inside of her.

 

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Now Tiffany was changed, as Donna and Beth had been before her. Donna followed by taking the same position Tiffany had just been in. Two things happened during this lovemaking that would remain in Donna's memory forever.

After moving her to delicious orgasm in reverse cowgirl, he quickly pulled his cock out of her, demanding of Tiffany, "Lube it up again, quick." Donna watched as Tiffany ran her hands over him again with the precious fluid. Holding Donna tight with an arm in front of her as he had with Tiffany, his head began to force and spread open her anus.

As he moved inside Donna, his groaning became pronounced. His hips swung into her, pushing her ass open quickly. After another minute, he raised from the bed and kept her on his prick; she was facing away from him as his other hand held her under one of her thighs. The other leg hung down, her foot well above the ground.

"Yeah!", he yelled as his cock moved deeper into her. After a few seconds of watching this, Tiffany said, "Look at you two. God, he really likes fucking you."

He was able to hold Donna on him in this way for quite a while; the amounts in both time and orgasms were hard to keep track of. As he began to head down his home stretch, Tiffany suddenly put her mouth on Donna's vagina. Donna had not considered this a possibility; now, both the eroticism of the moment and the pure physical stimulation brought her quickly to the stongest orgasm she would ever have.

She heard a snap inside her head as it began; a buzzing sound began in her ears, and her body began to shake fully as if in seizure. It was difficult to scream out at all; the experience was held deep inside her, seeming to spread out to all parts. Tiffany's mouth had only been on her for a few seconds, but it had been enough.

 

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No responses for 6 days??
KEEP GOING! Great story.

 

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The forty-five-year-old Donna was able to enjoy a few more threesomes with the teenagers, but life began to move to his tastes more often. He preferred the intimacy of taking one woman at a time, so that is what happened more often. Among the benefits of his tastes in this area was that it allowed him to gain easier access to the wider world of women. While his women inevitably knew that he had many other lovers, these women were allowed to enjoy him solo before being exposed to the possibility of larger arrangements.

Someone he swept up in the first year of his new life was the wife of a local conservative politician. Barbara had joined her husband in being a "family values" moralist in public, and in fact had lived this out in private, marrying her husband as high school sweethearts and having the first of their children before she was nineteen. She had also been faithful to him as he rose from local businessman to State Senator. However, Barbara became aware of the young man after he had begun affairs with two different women in her social circle, including the daughter of her best friend.

She had many sympathetic conversations with her friend as Barbara's friend talked about how this huge black man had taken her daughter away. Both of them were horrified at the moral failing which had taken place, abscribing it to heedless youth. However, when Barbara then discovered that the man was also carrying on an affair with an absolutely stunning 35-year-old in the neighborhood, this caused her to wonder about him. When she finally saw him in his comings and goings in the neighborhood, she began to think of ways in which she might place herself before him.

Barbara arranged for the young man to come by her house during one of her husband's weekly times away at the state Capitol in the legislature. She had spoken to the woman in the neighborhood, heard about the exquisite nature of the sex they had together, and asked the woman to tell him to come over. He had seen Barbara in her public role, and remembered how hot he had considered her for a political wife; their interest was mutual.

 

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Barbara told the maid to take the afternoon off. The Senator was in session; they were alone. She opened the door, dressed in simple silk night clothes and bare feet. She was taller than any of the women he had been with. A two-story-high ceiling and staircase to the upper rooms also greeted his gaze as she invited him in. They stood opposite each other in the large entry room.

"Goodness, you're tall. You're something in person."

He smiled. "You look good, just like I thought you would. I like blondes."

"Melissa told me about you." Barbara was agitated and excited; her determination to see this scene had not eliminated all her misgivings. "I don't know that I have much use for you other than your lovemaking." The words came out a bit flat and hostile.

"I don't mind. That can be a lot. It'll be good."

She held him first by the hand, then slowly allowed their bodies to brush and then press against each other. He stood tall over Barbara, allowing their time to play out slowly. Finally, he began to gently kiss her face many times; she moved their mouths together first. When her hands found the moons of his ass, she exhaled long and soft while staying on his lips. Her head craned up to meet him; she couldn't believe how handsome, tall and sensual he was. Barbara's misgivings began to melt.

After two more minutes of kissing, his hands began to move from caresses to fondling. When a middle finger found her vagina through the silk and stroked her labia, Barbara said, "Oh God, oh my." He felt her clitoris begin to harden and her lips swell; he began to work her clit harder and faster, then brought his index and middle fingers up toward her vagina as he kissed and sucked her neck. "That's my boy," she sighed.

He pulled her top over her head and threw it aside; hands, then lips, found her breasts. "That's never felt so good," Barbara said as he continued to make love to her. When he reached to pull down her bottom outfit, her panties were revealed; its tiny bow in the middle surprised him momentarily. When he brought his other hand under her panties and touched the flesh of her sex for the first time, she jumped a bit, pressed her thighs together hard against his hand, then opened her legs wide. He again wiggled hard and fast against her clit and hooked his finger into her vagina. Barbara was very wet; when he brought a second long finger into her, she pressed even more of her weight against his hand and began to breathe heavily.

Feeling that she was moving toward orgasm, he slowly began to lower Barbara onto the hardwood floor. On her back now, he gave her three deeper thrusts with his fingers, moved down, lifted her hips up and pulled her panties off smoothly, and began to move his mouth onto her.

As he kissed down from her breasts and stomach, Barbara whispered with slight anxiety, "I don't know....my husband's never done this....".

"You're nice and wet....I like this. You smell sweet."

 

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She first felt the tip of his extra-long tongue pressing on the hood over her clitoris. It found the clit directly before moving down to her vagina. He had not used his tongue much while kissing her, so when his tongue began to alternate between diving deep into her vagina and stroking her clit, it thrilled Barbara. "What...are...you...doing...Oh God, COMING, COMING..."; he had brought her around less than a minute after his mouth began its marvelous actions. He shoved two fingers deeply into Barbara and pulled hard on her clit with his mouth to help her come next, then again. Her cries of bliss echoed through the large room and off the high ceiling. He worked his sweatpants down with his other hand as he continued pleasuring her.

Immediately after her fifth orgasm, he moved up and finished pulling his pants down to his knees while rubbing his copious pre-come over the huge penis head. He began to mount Barbara, her vagina now wet and dripping onto the hardwood.

"Wait, give me time, boy...OHHHHhhh, WOAAAAHHHhhhhh....". He pushed past Barbara's protests; with her openness, he was able to get his first three inches in by the third thrust. He worked his incredible cock at this depth with a dozen quick strokes. "It's so big, so big, so big, so big..."; she began to tilt her pelvis up to meet his angle best. He then pressed himself into her harder, slower. He felt a few more tight inches of Barbara's cunt open to him. He gradually began to pick up the pace of his thrusts while continuing to push hard into her. "Goddamn, your pussy is HOT....Fuck!"

"Jesus Christ, you're fucking me, fucking me...make me come again, again....". Barbara's cervix was being stimulated by a cock for the first time. The exquisite young black man loomed high over her long torso and face as he moved himself deeply into her, working his gorgeous body into her more furiously now. Her cervix moved aside quickly; when his huge head began to stroke her top and bottom fornix, Barbara began to shake with a massive vaginal orgasm. He held his thrusts then at their deepest as she came for the first time with him inside her. Nine thick inches pressed her cunt open as she ejaculated onto him for a few seconds in the middle of her cumming.

"Damn, what was that! I don't know if I've felt that before."

"Oh, I know I haven't. You've got the best cock, the best mouth. Take your shirt off, baby, and do it again."

The two of them worked his sweatshirt off as his rigid cock stayed inside her. "Oh my goodness, you're a specimen," Barbara said, and began to run her hands over his torso. "How did you get like this?"

"I grew up into this, but lately it's come from fucking women," he replied. "It works my body, and I like it. You're beautiful. I love the look on your face when you're cumming, and I've never had a woman with such a hot pussy. Literally! It feels great when I'm in you."

"Oh, I'm glad for that. My husband doesn't say anything like that these days."

"Goddamn fool. You're pretty." He felt his cock become even harder with this talk, and began to resume working it in her. Within a couple of minutes, Barbara was coming all around him yet again; she streamed out even more of her ejaculate. "Oh God, the things you are doing to me. My body's never done this before," she told him. "We've got all day and night together, and I'm so glad."

 

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Barbara felt a couple of sore spots on her hips and back; bruises were already beginning to develop. She mentioned this. "Let's move it elsewhere, then," he responded.

They slowly disentangled. As they stood up, both looking beautiful and ravished, she saw his full body for the first time. "I never. When I say I never, I mean I literally never. I've never cheated on my husband before, but you aren't the average thing. My God, look at you." One hand caressed, then gripped his penis; the other ran itself over his eight-pack, his sides and ballooning lats, his growing chest, his wide shoulders and thick arms, his handsome, young face and massive mouth.

"What a beautiful young man. Kiss me." She smiled broadly; he thought for a moment that her smile was reminiscent of Julia Roberts'. The thought caused him to harden even more; a large drop of pre-come formed on his wide urethra. He put his full lips on hers; they kissed deeply for a half-minute, standing near the puddle of her ejaculate on the floor.

Her hand found the pre-come as she moved it over his cock. "You're an excited one, I can feel it." She kissed gently along the sides of his cock head and shaft, finally bringing the tip of her tongue onto his tip. It was a tentative act; this was all so new to her. She was learning.

"It tastes fine. Just a little salty, but a little sweet, too."