Big, gorgeous black man set upon the world by Donna- pt. 2

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Carol's best friend Shannon was one of the bridesmaids. Maurice enjoyed discovering this during Kerry's showing of her wedding photos. His discovery that Carol had a sexy side already had him planning to take her; seeing Shannon's shiny black hair and tanned, fine body began the filling in of that plan.

Carol liked having a good friend who was single. It was refreshing to get Shannon's fresh perspectives in response to her stories of family life, and she realized that she felt vicarious pleasure from hearing her friend's stories from the dating scene. She kept that pleasure well hidden with mocking concern for Shannon over any of her stories which were the slightest bit scandalous, and by expressing her wishes that her friend find a husband. Secretly, perhaps even to herself, she hoped her friend would stay single. So, she was shaken when Shannon missed their Friday lunch date and failed to return her phone calls. She had no idea how fully her friend was occupied; Maurice had caught up with her. He was closing in on Carol.

First, though, he stretched his bed sessions with Shannon through the weekend and into the next week. This denied Carol her friend and drew out that arrogant woman's vulnerabilities, but it was also deeply enjoyable for Maurice. It took Shannon a while to get accustomed to the biggest cock she would ever have, but once she did he was an exceedingly good lay. Her vagina was shaped wonderfully for his penis, and she was a grateful, enthusiastic, creative lover. Durable and libidinous, too: she was his exclusive fuck for many days and nights before she relented, worn and exhausted.

Normally, this affair and the others he was enjoying with the most beautiful of Carol's friends risked violating the privacy he had pledged to keep around Kerry's family. That was where the deep prejudice of the community came in handy. These women were not going to go bragging of their affair with their extremely black, brutally built lover. So, if Maurice did not press these women into discovering the joys of indiscretion, most all of them would take their scandalous, spectacular affair with them to the grave.

A couple of them, Shannon included, obliquely mentioned to Carol that they were enjoying the best sex of their lives lately with a new lover, but the identity of their lovers remained hidden. This kept Maurice fresh to Carol when they met, untainted by the judgement of immorality she would have placed on him if she had known how many times he had take his friends, and how many orgasms he had given them.

After the days and nights with Shannon, Maurice enjoyed one more roundelay with each of Carol's friends, continuing to schedule his fuck sessions with them so they cut into the time Carol normally expected to have with each of them. This kept her vulnerable and roused by the stories of her friends' sex lives. The soil was tilled for his volcanic affair with the mother-in-law Kerry despised.
 
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Their hours of love had begun two weeks before. Carol took a room for them at an exclusive hotel in a nearby city in celebration of these times together, paying cash to avoid the evidence of a credit card charge. She had champagne chilling in the room for their arrival.

Carol was playing their affair in two distinct yet connected ways. She let Maurice know that this was the first time that she had cheated on her husband, and that she was falling in love with him. She also played off and brought up the perversions of their affair, bringing up all the baggage that she carried in her head about the symbolism of their sexual relationship. Maurice's ability to support her unburdening was a relief, a tremendous turn-on, and an important reason she was falling for him.

This wasn't the first time Carol did and said these things, but this time, in this hotel room, they brought out these feelings in her most deeply, most satisfyingly. Maurice was stricken and touched by her honesty as well.

She started by sitting on the bed, Maurice standing in front of her. "You're a big tall buck. You liked seeing me in the lobby, didn't you? Just like any nigger looking at a good-looking white woman, you wanted to get me up into a room, I know."

Carol unbuttoned his pants, pulled his zipper down with her long fingernails, and began to open the middle of his boxers. "I know what's in here. Is it hard?" Her hand disappered into the folds of fabric. Maurice knew Carol liked to bring him to erection, and his control was among the sexual skills he had developed, so despite the fact that he was highly aroused, her hands brought out his thick, long penis which hung down.

"Big black dick. So big and dark. I wonder what it would be like for my husband if he were here right now. I'd like that. I want him to stand right next to you and put his little thing in one of my hands. When he's soft, my hand can cover his whole penis. Not you, though. Look at you and your big dick. You're hanging down soft and I still can't get my fingers all the way around that thick shaft of yours. And then look at your beautiful head. I love the sharp edge to it, how far it rises off that shaft when you're hard. I want to tell my husband all these things while I have both your cocks in my hands. I want him to see you, see your beautiful body and huge cock, while he has to stand right next to you, look way up at you, while I get you hard and excited down here." Carol began to pull on his dick, bringing her second hand away from the husband she imagined in the room and onto Maurice's cock head; her palm stroked away on it. His length started to rise.
 
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"Our love is sanctified," Carol said. "God put Satan on earth, then brought him here. This is godly...you're a wonderful blessing to me." She nibbled along the edges of Maurice's cock head; his penis stretched out to its full length as he groaned. His slight but noticeable curve upward deepened her desire. "You were meant to take me," she said. "Your prick hooks deep into my body. It makes us into one."

"And you were meant to take me," he said. "I had no idea you were here. Fate." It was a lie- a wonderful lie, a lie meant to create the most delicious feelings for Carol.

"I've been neglected by my husband," she said, her eyes looking straight at him as she stroked his dick. Maurice was familiar with this justification. She even had biblical verse from Corinthians which she had quoted in the past to back up her view. "Do not deprive each other except perhaps by mutual consent and for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer. Then come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control." Carol's husband had deprived her too often, she had explained; then God placed the ultimate temptation in front of her. The Lord, and her husband, had also placed a seed in her mind which had grown. Maurice had heard this before, but Carol began to tell him again as she pushed him back onto the mattress and curled her arms, hands and mouth around his lap while laying on her side.

"My husband took me to a pro basketball game," she began, occasionally interrupting her story when she put her mouth on Maurice's body. "His business came through; we were right on the court. I hadn't been interested in the sport before, but before the game I read a story in the news about one of the players on the visiting team. He was being sued by a cheerleader for our team. She had a child by him. I read more about him, and found out this player had fathered eight babies from eight different women in the past two years. He was starting to be notorious for this. I thought, how could a woman allow herself to get involved with a black man who behaved like that?"

Carol took Maurice's penis deeply, to the back of her throat for as long as she could take it, causing her to gag and her eyes to water. Then she pulled her face off his cock suddenly, strings of saliva running from her mouth to his head and shaft. She gasped, regathered herself, and continued.

"I looked at pictures of him, and saw he looked very handsome and had a mature body for a 22-year-old. That explained something. Then I saw him at the game. That explained more. He was brutal. All the players were tall and strong, but this boy shoved the other players off him when his team had the ball. He threw it down through the basket seven times, and I don't think any other player did that more than once. One time he slammed the ball through the net and off the face of one of our guys, really hard. The sound the crowd made! It was this...awe, this buzz. I knew he was doing something special.

"It wasn't just his actions. He was soooo gorgeous close up, so tall, so black, such a great face and beautiful body. Even more beautiful than the other men, and they were beautiful too. I began to think about what those other women faced. What the cheerleader must have thought when he turned his eye to her. All those other pregnancies- all of a sudden, I thought those other women made him irresistible. Proof that he was as great a lover as he looked. I began to imagine he had a thick, long penis that opened them up. Of course he made them all pregnant. They probably all had orgasms when the sperm shot into them, when his sperm split their eggs."

Carol slapped Maurice's hardening cock against her puckered lips, then against her cheeks, her chin, face and forehead. "His team only visited here once a year. I found out which hotel they stayed in, and I went there when he came back. I was dizzy, sick to my stomach, but so excited. I'd never made love with another man since I got married, but I could feel my sex as I walked around the hotel. I was so wet, but I got scared when I saw the extra security and the other young women in the lobby when I went in. I ran away.

"Then, just a few months later, you. God has mysterious ways, that's for sure- a nigger. He put you here for my grace and comfort." Carol slapped Maurice's penis against her face, much harder this time.
 
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She had become very wet through all of this; he was able to begin taking her right away, without the cunt-eating which was usually a pleasurable requirement. Maurice's incredible size did make the initial taking difficult, though; missing his saliva and the additional juices which rose from Carol's orgasms meant that there was a friction between their sex organs at first. Her walls were made wetter by her silent recital of a verse from Ezekiel which gave her perspective, excitement and comfort when she was with her lover like this: She lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose semen was like that of horses, the verse went. God spoke through men to gift her with this understanding that men like Maurice were to be prized. There were men of Maurice's type; the basketball player was among them. Carol was right in her view, though, that Maurice was the zenith, the very best lover that would be found, and this lover was now working her cunt open, bringing her to multiple orgasms soon after she was opened again.

He yanked himself out of her just before his first orgasm, rising to his knees on the mattress, grabbing tight hold of the hair just above her forehead and pulling her face underneath this first toss. And what a toss it was; he aimed it so that it shot hard all over her face, covering it. She closed her eyes as he finished sharing this load of thick, hot cum; her long false eyelashes provided some protection for her eyeballs, as her lover's sperm cobwebbed from her lashes and she blew breaths out of her nose and mouth to prevent the sense of drowning that seemed possible from this storm of sperm.

He pushed her back on the bed again, forced her slim, long, tanned legs apart, and put his mouth on her. Maurice was placing Carol in a different type of daze than he had put Kerry under, but a daze it was; she was overcome by a quick series of orgasms from his tongue, lips and fingers, then by his equally quick mounting of her in missionary. She moaned as her black man rapidly moved his big dick inside her, as she wiped away his first toss from her mouth, nostrils and eyes. Soon, her wanting cunt was overflowed from his second toss.
 

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That was the first of four fucks they had that night. As they lingered briefly between their third and fourth sessions, as Carol stroked lube over her lover's cock in preparation for their next lovemaking, she said, "I don't know if I can live with my marriage anymore. I love you too much now, and I want to be with you. Do you love me?"

"Oh, yeah, I love you, and I love what we do."

Maurice's response thrilled Carol, causing her to hear what she wanted to hear and misunderstand what her black man said. He wasn't promising that he would move in with her, or that he wanted to take her from her husband. She failed to recognize this, and Maurice wasn't there to correct her. He had arrived with intent: to take his pleasures and to act in solidarity with Kerry and her situation. Carol's willful misunderstanding worked just fine in response to his goals.

Kerry's mother-in-law fell asleep in her lover's arms after their last lovemaking that night. He woke her the next morning by taking her body one more time, which further delayed her return home. Carol had not planned to be away overnight, and her husband had called the police and local hospitals, fearful of what had happened to her.

His fear was alleviated when she came back home, but a different fear quickly took over as Carol told her husband what had happened the previous night and in recent weeks, and what was happening to her, for her. This was foolish, but she was overcome by love. The love she felt for Maurice was less important than the deep love she felt for the woman she had become, the woman made whole by this affair, the woman shocked by the discovery that she had not been made whole by her decades of marriage and all her other pursuits. These were the things she felt strongly that morning, things which shot through her body, mind and soul as electric shocks, and the things she felt compelled to confess to her husband that day. The confessions streamed from her, unplanned and heartfelt.

To stay with her husband was beyond her imagining. He was angry and confused, but Carol wasn't asking to be let back in his good graces. She did ask for her husband's forgiveness, but only as a way to try to gain his understanding and acceptance of what was true now; her extraordinary, much younger black lover was making her happier than she had ever been before.

The next electric shock to Carol came from Maurice's set of answers to her more direct questions that afternoon. She told her lover about her confessions, excited over her display to her new man that she was clearing all interferences out of their way. But no, he said- he wasn't going to move in with her, and he didn't intend to take her away from her husband.

Carol was incredibly upset by these discoveries, by her rash presumptiveness, and by the betrayal she felt. For a time, the only major relief for her anger, fear and turmoil was more exquisite lovemaking with this man who had changed her forever. This only left her in more turmoil afterwards, though, and made it more difficult to decide what was next for her.

Three months of sleeping in separate bedrooms under the same roof with her husband soon became untenable, and the community was shocked when Carol moved out on her own. Maurice was not a part of this; he left town to continue the roundelay of women that was his life.

A couple of months later, Maurice and Kerry had each other again when she was on the East Coast. During their pillow talk, she referenced the surprising breakup which had happened between her in-laws. She did not know the reasons behind their split; her husband's parents had kept those well hidden.

"I know this much," Kerry said. "They're not telling me what more I should be doing now. They've pretty much shut up about that."

"That's great to hear," Maurice responded.
 
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A few things made it possible for Maurice to continually execute these unique stomps through the lives of his women and, often, their families. For the women, it was the singularity and uniqueness of their entanglements with him. First off, just look at him: towering in height, broad at the shoulder and thin at the waist, muscular and big while being in lean, great shape, wonderfully handsome- even before his cock came into play, he gave off the appearance of a man who was made to fuck. That the women were found worthy of having this extraordinary man provided substantial evidence of their own specialness; this love exalted them. That lent them the arrogance which gave them the bravery to make their occasional indiscreet appearances with him in public, or their revelations of their scandalous interracial trespasses to their families.

Then there was his sexual charisma, born of early and frequent success in knowing what he wanted, how to get it, and how to keep it when he chose. The deal-sealer is what happened when Maurice bedded his women. Some of these women had been with men with large penises before; some had enjoyed those experiences, some had not. Some of these previous lovers had been sexually skilled but inconsiderate or unsuitable in other ways; others had been clumsy in foreplay or hurtful in how they used their cocks. In the end, these previous affairs resided collectively in the memory of these women in the universe of ordinary men, sometimes at the best end of that universe, but within the realm of normal love.

With Maurice, their previous universe of love was wiped away. This part started with his bigger-than-big penis, its beautiful and extremely masculine appearance, its revelation of his fevered attraction to these women due to his cock's frequent, persistent and exquisite hardness and exciting curve slightly upwards even with its twelve inches of length, its terrific thickness and amazingly prominent head.

But it was Maurice's skill as a lover which maximized his ability to intoxicate. Each year, each month, brought him greater skills and no loss of endurance. He knew how to prepare the ground, how to make his women feel valued and comfortable, how to use their foreplay to excite them, wetten them, open them up to the possibility of being taken by this cock which was unique to their species. He knew their body parts, how to discover each of their prime erogenous zones, how to touch their clitorises, labias, vaginas, and the rest. He knew when to use his cock gently, and when his women's pleasure would be maximized by using it more roughly. He knew when the best pleasure would be had by delaying his orgasms, by taking his women through twenty minutes or more of fucking, and when the enjoyment would deepen through quick, frequent tosses of his spunk. His ability to remain hard through multiple orgasms, to seemingly remain hard as long as he wished, was unique.

His final display of superiority was the incredible, copious amount and thickness of sperm that came with each and every one of his orgasms. The few men these women had been with who had been capable of making love multiple times in a session had meaningfully less sperm and force from the second and third times they came. But not Maurice; streams and streams of cum jumped hard from his penis, always. This was the penultimate delivery of his potency, the thing that deepened and finalized the instinctive reaction of his women to turn themselves over to him as frequently as he liked, a physical and psychological signifier of pure natural selection.
 
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The families of Maurice's women had a wide variety of issues to deal with. The least confrontational of those took place when the women decided that they wished to keep their new love private. Least confrontational did not always equal least consequential, however. Maurice left his deep mark on the families of his women through his lovers' profound attitudinal and physical changes. Even if these affairs were revealed to no one, his women would never prioritize familial love over primal love again. There was another more profound world which had been made avaliable to these select women, and that world had become theirs. Even when the reasons for their change remained undiscovered by their families, the fact that the women had been changed was readily apparent.

On the other side of the scale were the women who fully revealed their love with Maurice to their families and friends. The most profound expression of these were the many women who became pregnant as a result of these affairs. Maurice and his women wouldn't dream of using condoms together. The idea of diminishing the sensations of their sex organs moving together, or depriving themselves of the wonderous feelings and sights of reaching climax together with his tremendous sharing of sperm; these were some of the very basic reasons they were together, the instinctual grasping for the most suitable procreation partner. No cultural constructs could stand in the way of these feelings and thoughts, which reached back to the oldest parts of the human brain.

Around those instincts, there were various ways they responded to the cultural forces his women lived in. Maurice's lifelong pursuits had him traveling the world, making his extremely select company; his culture was of his own creation. But his women would be left behind, sometimes to be deliciously met with again, to deal with the results of his potency. Some women took pill contraceptives or had IUD's. The ones who had used contraceptive sponges would not have that as an option with Maurice; his huge cock took up the entire vaginal vault of all his women which shoved the sponge around, causing extra pain and making a mash of the sponge. The fact was, if these women were in the part of their cycle where pregnancy was a possibility and they weren't using the most effective contraception possible, chances of pregnancy by him were high.

These women had a decision to make. In many cases, they chose abortions. The laws, morality and medical care in their counties and towns made these more or less difficult to obtain. In many cases, though, the old brain spoke powerfully to these women and caused them to want, or need, to carry his child to term. This was wildly inconvenient for most of them, particularly with Maurice's predeliction for married women or young women living at home with their parents. But in addition to their responses to instinctual imperatives, many of these women were ready to proclaim themselves as having been changed, marked, by this amazing black man. For them, nothing exhibited a prideful expression of love more profoundly than carrying evidence of it in their swelling bodies. Some would carry that evidence through their lives as mothers; others would turn over the baby to adoptive services, depending on their financial and social circumstances. The variety and frequency of these episodes could result in some complicated scenes.

Katie had pursued a career as an actress, and had slowly moved into the world of homemaking for reality television. By the time she reached her later thirties, this was bringing her an increasing level of fame and fortune, but she had not made a life partner yet. In one of his visits to New York City, Maurice thought to seek her out. He had seen her, and his reputation, stature and abilities allowed him the privledge of deciding he wanted someone from afar and gaining access to her.

For Katie, Maurice provided an immediate portal to another life. She cared for the companionship of men, but had not gotten a lot of enjoyment out of sex. Rarely had she reached orgasm with her previous lovers. Early on, this had given her angst and she had done a lot of reading and thinking about it, and there had been some experimentation with her last two lovers with the goal of increasing Katie's pleasure. But those experimentations foundered, and then she had gone through a few years with no lovers because of her busy life. But now, now...

Maurice was accustomed to driving his women wild, but Katie was as orgasmic with him as any woman he had been with before. She had been so nervous their first time together, and it took a long night's foreplay for her to feel comfortable and confident enough to try intercourse with him. Once they had worked his tremendous organ inside her, though, there was no turning back. Her dozen episodes of multiple orgasms during that first fucking seared themselves into her mind, opened her body, and relaxed her soul. She became someone new, particularly to herself; a calm, wonderfully feminine, determined and overtly sexual being. Feeling her sexuality at the forefront of her life was a new experience, and she liked it very, very much. That first night stretched on for four days and nights of lingering in her bedroom with her new prize; all other appointments were canceled.

This became a challenge for the relationship she had begun a few months before with a well-to-do television producer. First, she had to explain to him what had taken her away from her TV production and her social life with him and others. She created a fiction this first time, not ready to come to terms with how determined her love with Maurice was already becoming, and not yet certain if Maurice's attachment to her would be maintained. It broke a part of Katie's heart to know the score; she had heard about Maurice's lifestyle since their start, first from him as their days and nights of screwing had stretched on, then in asking around and hearing stories about other women in the City and in the industry. She knew that he would not be hers forever. After wearing her body sore from their many dozens of continuous hours together, Katie was aware that Maurice had left her to go a few blocks away and fuck another gorgeous girl almost immediately. This is the man who had given her this amazing new life, and she was unsure if she would continue to have his company again.

Maurice would return to her. Katie's enthusiastic, playful nature, the apparent and grateful transformation she freely expressed as her gift from this sex, her glorious rose petal mouth, tireless desire, and awesome sex organ and ass were all special to him. Her body was not quite as exquisite as many of his other lovers, but it was plenty attractive. In whole, Katie was immediately added to the list of women Maurice called "bookmarks"; in other words, women whose sex, loveliness and stories touched him particularly deeply and moved him to interrupt his continual search for and taking of new women in order to have his bookmarks again and, often, again.
 
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Maurice stayed along the Northeast coast over the next two months. He spent most of that time in New York City, where there were plenty of new and bookmarked women for him to find and fuck. Katie stayed on his mind, though, and he made her again on a number of evenings. While these evenings were not the thunderbolt of first discovery for Katie, which allowed her to leave him in the mornings and largely maintain her previous life and appointments, other major consolations took first discovery's place: the warmth and security that came with knowing Maurice wanted more time with her, and her new discovery that she and Maurice made wonderful use of knowing her better. Incredibly, the sex became even better than it was that first time.

For her, these improvements were sometimes manifested by her ability to reach even more frequent orgasms than she had before; other times, the improvement was experienced by fewer but deeper orgasms; yet other times, it was due to his ability to make love in new and infinitely varied ways, techniques, and orgasmic patterns; always, it was linked to her ability to please and sexually gratify this singular black man of hers, and the world's. What sort of man was this who could last for nearly an hour without cumming, throwing her sturdy body on and off the bed and around the apartment, then share five massive, groaning orgasms in ten minutes, his cock swelling and his body twitching each time as he overflowed her cunt, his ejaculate joining hers in seeping through her decorative sheets and permanently staining her mattress?

Maurice was inspired, on fire. His times with Katie even improved his lovemakings with others, as his comfort and confidence about this life he was living went from high to stratospheric. The mutual uniqueness and ectasy felt between Maurice and his lovers deepened further. There was one episode, when his cock tore the tender organs of another lover, an 18-year-old from Long Island, which slowed things for a moment. These injuries were a bit more severe than the ones Kerry had suffered, and had hospitalized the girl for a week. Before that week was done, though, secure that the girl would recover, Maurice was on to his next women.

Katie had been late for several weeks before she took a home pregnancy test. Her periods had always been irregular, but she had been preoccupied during the last two weeks before she took the test with thoughts that she was pregnant by Maurice. If she was pregnant, it was possible that it was by Bill, the producer who had just became her fiance. But the moment she saw the + on that test stick, it came through her in a rush: she was going to have Maurice's baby.

The next steps were based on this new, uncomfirmed but absolute certainty of hers. She called Maurice first.

"I tested positive."

"That's not surprising. That happens with me. How do you feel?"

"Nervous and special."

"I'm glad you are. It's a helluva thing. What do you want to do?"

"Oh, I'm having the baby. Our baby. Wow, that feels great to say."

Maurice felt a slight tingle of excitement from the way she said this; it was good to feel touched by his woman. "I feel great, too. What are you going to do?"

Katie laid out some of her thoughts to him, and he helped her sculpt these thoughts into a firm plan of action. Both of them kept in mind ways to treat Bill gently as possible, as well as ways to protect their public and private lives. Maurice was pleased that Katie understood that a domestic life was not for him. He was fortunate that as a result of his reputation a a profligate lover of women, he rarely had had to deal with a woman who wanted him to stay and raise their baby. Nature intended that he create as many babies as possible, not raise them.

Bill was next. The final decisions were worked out between the two of them, but those decisions hewed closely to the ones she proposed in that first conversation with her fiance. They would keep to the marriage date they had selected, and send out the invitations within the month. She would carry to term, they would announce that it was theirs, and they would privately arrange an adoption of a white baby and give her and Maurice's baby up for adoption.

"OK," Katie said that night, "I'll call the agency tomorrow so we can have an adoption arranged and ready to go at the time I deliver."

"Well, shouldn't we be sure that the baby isn't mine before we go through that trouble and expense?"

"Bill, I know my baby's Maurice's."

"We should still get the DNA test to make sure."

"If you insist, but I can just feel it, you know?" She hesitated before continuing; she and her lover had talked about treating Bill gently, but she felt like she would burst if she was forced to keep her thoughts and her hopes private. "Bill...it's not just that Maurice is black. That's not the only reason I'm saying we'll need to call the adoption agency."

It all began to flow out of Katie: the things about her previous love and sex life she hadn't told Bill before, the story about how Maurice had sought her out, the brief but exciting flirtation and briefer moments of thought before deciding to take this specimen home, the lucky 13-year age difference between her and her younger but deeply experienced lover, his body...his skills...his cock...his potency...the flow of cum that jumped out of him from their incredible lovemaking...their mutual multiple orgasms, one after another...their tireless need and ability to entwine their bodies...her plans to continue taking Maurice's love for just a while longer until the thick length of his thrusting cock would endanger her pregnancy...her assurance to Bill that she still wanted a lifetime of domestic bliss with him...

She would get that DNA test, but from this night of stories she had convinced Bill almost as thoroughly as she had convinced herself that the adoption services would need securing. By the time her OB/Gyn gave her the news, she had already gotten the adoptions moving.
 
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Katie moved to Bill's estate in Long Island within a few weeks. The bucolic setting was a nice change of pace for her, and for Maurice. She wasn't showing early, but her pregnancy was advancing; based on her doctor's private consideration of their very unique circumstances, she and her huge lover would have less than another month together before his lovemaking would place her in danger of miscarrying. Their times were had in the guest house in the back of the property, except for a thrilling afternoon of sex in the brisk fall air, barely within sight of the roadway and neighboring properties, and just one long, particularly satisfying fuck in the bed she shared with Bill.

The next month, she was unable to continue having him in these ways. This circumstance was another sign of Maurice's singularity; even large-cocked men did not usually place pregnancies in danger thru intercourse. Katie's doctor had dismissed the notion, but his patient's instinctive concern had caused the physician to conduct a unique consultation at the time she came in for her DNA test: he not only took samples from Maurice in order to determine paternity, he also examined his erect penis and considered its size against the size and length of Katie's vaginal vault and the placement of her cervix and uterus.
The doctor flinched when Maurice dropped his pants; he was a bit of a grower, but even his flaccid penis hung long and thick. "Jesus," the doctor said impulsively, then laughed nervously.

"I know, huh?", Katie said. "Now check him out in a minute." She began to pull on his shaft, paying special attention to his cock head as he finished rising, the way she knew Maurice liked. He pulled off his tight T-shirt quickly as his cock began reaching toward the grotesque, unique beauty of his full erection.

"You don't have to do that," the doctor said. He glanced at the man's torso; it was deeply detailed and tremendously developed.

"Oh...sorry!" The huge Negro in the doctor's office laughed and smiled. "Just instinct. I wasn't thinking. You know, when your woman starts it up, you just want to take off your clothes, you know?"

The doctor was very distracted. Imagining his patient having sex with...this? "Yeah," he said after a beat, "I might know something like that." He attempted to begin his examination. "But maybe not about this. It's been a while since my urology studies, but...this is very, very large." He needed to look away for a moment; the man's erection was upsetting to contemplate. He looked over toward Katie, only to find her looking right at him.

"Yeah. Yeah, now you know. Pretty reasonable concern, huh?"

"Maybe." He reached into his coat pocket for the cloth tape measure he had put there that morning. He began extending his hands toward the Negro's massive cock to execute the planned measurement.

His hands shook a bit as they came closer to Maurice. One side of the tape measure dropped from the doctor's hand; he reached down to get it. He glanced up toward Katie; she was looking at Maurice and smiling wickedly. Maurice was looking back at her now. The doctor's eyes returned downward; the angle of the man's erection moved upward another fraction of an inch. He didn't want to touch it. He was a veteran physician who thought he had see everything, but this was strange and upsetting.

He placed his hands a couple of inches from the side of the shaft of the penis of his patient's new lover. He pulled the tape out tight in order to gain the measure of this man. The erection now curved further upward; that curve made it hard to get an accurate measurement without placing it against the flesh. He couldn't; he gave it a full glance, as accurate as he could make it with this method.

He began to consider what this was going to look like when he wrote it in his notes. The ravings of an insane man.
 
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"Yeah?" Katie finally spoke up. "What did you get? I guess I'm curious now."

Her physician hesitated. "12 inches," he said. "The curvature may add a little bit more, depending on the angle of entry during intercourse."

"Oh, then I'm sure it does, because we've used about every angle there is. Right, honey?"

"Oh, fuck yes," Maurice said. "Not sure how much longer I can do this, Katie." The doctor glanced back down; a small pool of pre-seminal fluid was forming on the floor. More hung from the man's urethra and meatus; it was uncommonly cloudy, appearing to carry much sperm with it.

"Let's conclude," the doctor said quickly. "We should gain a girth measure." His hands moved back up; they were shaking more heavily. Enough..." Could you do this?", he asked Katie.

"Oh, sure, doc." She smiled at him patiently, sweetly, as she took the tape and placed it across the top of Maurice's shaft, and began gently wrapping it around. She looked at her physician: "Straight around the thickest part, right?"

Saliva was gathering at the back of his mouth; he had forgotten to swallow for quite a while now. He coughed his "Yes" out, and finally gulped.

Her hands began to pull the tape tighter, pressing it against the cock shaft. As she did so, she said, "I've got an awfully good idea now of what part is thickest. Right?" She looked up at her lover again.

"Katie, let's get this thing done. Can't take much more."

"I know, I know. That's 'cause you're nasty, huh?" She became distractred, and the tape came looser against the shaft as she rose to the tips of her toes and Maurice craned his neck down. Their tongues were out and touched each other's before their lips met for a few seconds; then she returned to his prick.

The tape came tighter again, but before the doctor could see the number, her hands pulled hard on Maurice's cock, twice. "So fucking hot," she said languidly. "Still great for me. Still amazing." She looked to her right. "Sorry, doc."

"Conclude the measurement, please?"

"Yeah." Again, the tape was gathered tighter; Katie's doctor concentrated.

"You know, when we've made love for a long time, he gets swollen and more thick than this." At the same moment Katie said this, the doctor flashed on the memory of the tip of this erection. He realized that Maurice's mushroom head was slightly thicker than the shaft. Driving against the cervix, clearing it aside, hammering into Katie more deeply...

These combined thoughts caused a sudden dizziness and nausea. The tape was not fully tight yet; it showed near eight inches....

"Enough! Got the idea!" This came out in a panicked shout.

"You OK?", Katie asked.

"Yep, yep...Yes." He tried to gather himself; he grabbed her medical chart. "I'll get you the news of the DNA and the paternal identity when they're ready." He looked down at the chart, seeing nothing. His head was full of the bestial image of Katie so willingly and successfully having sex with this man. He wanted to believe this was a joke, but he looked up from his chart to see Katie's hand wrapped around the back of her Negro's skull and their open mouths searching each other out for another moment. He thought about the things he had witnessed moments before in his examination of Katie: visible changes in her vulva, the thickening of her labia and newly open visualization of her vestibule, the enlargement of her clitoris and its risen positioning nearer her pubis...

"I wouldn't advise sex between you two much longer," he heard himself saying. "You have made a first here, Katie. First time I've advised this. Didn't think I would."

She looked back at him as the Negro pulled up his pants. "I'm glad you checked. Thanks for checking for me."

"Yes." He began to gather his wits as he searched for the clinical information which would justify his diagnosis. "Your vault and uterus have relatively normal setting in your body, but this penis is unusual. It could create some disturbances." He hesitated for a moment. "Perhaps if the penis is used more shallowly during intercourse for a while. That would provide more safety." He was happier as his objective focus returned.

"OK," Katie said. "Not always easy to keep that in mind, though. We get carried away."

"One more month, then, and then no more. Let's keep you safe, all right?"

The doctor's medical assistant read out the doctor's orders to Katie as she handed them to her and Maurice. She devoured the detailed notes as soon as the doctor brought them to her. She thought about the sight of that massive black man with the lovely celebrity patient and wettened straight through. Imagining their sex, imagining the physician's exam, became the sole fantasy she used during masturbation and sex with her boyfriend. The fantasy worked with her for a long time; her sex drive increased greatly.
 
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Maurice exchanged oral sex with Katie for a short time after their fucking became inadvisable, but by her wedding day he had left her and her husband to deal with the beginnings of this unusual circumstance.

Katie was prominent in women's publications throughout her pregnancy; she looked sweet and happy on the magazine covers, and presented herself and Bill as the picture of conventional domesticity in the many stories written about her new family. Their marriage took place during her fifth month; she had begun showing very prominently and very suddenly early in her second trimester, so her bridal gown required three refittings. Sex with Bill was perfectly safe throughout Katie's pregnancy, and she had learned a lot about how to grab her sexual pleasure, so their sex was satisfying for her. Still, Katie would have her wistful moments over her body's temporary inabillity to keep taking the fantastic pleasures which had arrived with the love of her life.

She left that wistfulness unstated, looking back with some regret over the effusive, explicit things she had described to Bill in her confession and explanation of her affair. Bill also left some things unsaid; as the baby grew huge inside his wife, when he would respond to her demands for more lovemaking, he would be faced with the direct evidence of extraordinary and potent passions which had been given to his wife, and the womanly passions she had given back to the young black man she continued to love. These crosses would be carried by each of them for years.

It was particularly stinging for Bill to respond to his wife's wish to have him with her in the delivery room, only to witness the tremendous size of the baby causing her exquisite pain and making a vaginal delivery impossible, as had been predicted by the physician. Bill remained to witness his anethesized wife's belly slit open and an extremely dark-skinned, highly developed baby boy of more than 12 pounds pulled from her. The immediate exchange of this baby for the white daughter they had selected, darling as she was, would not do away with Bill's memory of the real delivery.

While Maurice had respected Katie's wish to keep their affair away from public eyes, and he had not made his way with her through the Long Island township where she was with him at the end of their affair, neither he or the women of the Island were blind and deaf. Word traveled in discreet circles about the unusual, scandalous rumors which had started up about the new, pregnant celebrity in their midst. By coincedence, the girl Maurice had taken apart with his cock earlier in the year had lived a mere five miles from Bill and Katie's home. Certainly he had not planned this circumstance, but the seven-foot tall, gorgeous young black man gathered an even more notorious image than usual during this season on Long Island.

Teagan provided a fine example of the experiences made available to him during these months. A classic Irish redhead with creamy, freckled skin, she had plenty of questions for him about the things people were saying about him and the girl; the rumors about Katie hadn't arrived to her, but those were spoken of by two of his lovers on the Island.

This pale lass with her huge, firm breasts and big, curvy ass liked asking some of her questions during her lovemaking with Maurice. Teagan had already told her new black lover that her sister was in the same class in school as Briana, the girl Maurice had hospitalized. Now she was sucking on his cock; Teagan was much better than most. No one would ever deep throat his full length, but this young woman really got down on it and opened her throat skillfully. He liked gathering her long, curly hair and holding it aside so he could watch her technique and her lips pulled tight around his shaft. She would force her mouth and throat down on him, stretching herself open that way, and would pull her mouth off with gutteral sounds and a rush of dangling saliva, her eyes running and cheeks flushed.

"Oh, you fucker, you're huuuuge, I love it!"

"You can take that thing. Shit, keep on, woman!"

"Yeah, but you're making me all horny now." She stroked the saliva up and down him with both hands, occasionally stopping to squeeze hard on his shaft. "Shit, it's like no other, damn you!"

"Women like it," he laughed. "Comes in handy."

"Did Briana like it?"

"For the longest time that night."

She stroked up and down his full length, then rose up as she kneeled on the mattress beside him to offer her breasts to his mouth; his thick lips swallowed a substantial portion of each of them in order as Teagan sighed, happy and aroused.

"I heard you ripped both of her holes. How'd you do that?"

"Briana had been cumming on the top of my cock for quite a while, and she asked me to start taking her in the ass doggy style. She kept on saying 'Deeper', and I got to cumming right away. Her ass was silk, woman."

"Nice to know." Now it was Teagan's turn to laugh. "How'd it go from there to her pussy?"

"She was cumming with me when she felt some sharp pain. We didn't know there was a tear, and there was no blood on me when I pulled out. Briana was a little uncomfortable, but still horny, and shit, she has a tight, tasty little body. Coudn't believe this innocent-looking girl was getting after it so aggressively. Usually I've got to talk them through and be real gentle, but she came right up and hit on me, and now she was saying, 'Not in the ass any more, but take my pussy again.' She laid back and opened up her legs. Raised 'em up high; wouldn't have guessed she was already hurt."

Teagan squeezed on his shaft again and bit hard on his head, the way she had figured out Maurice liked. "Can't be all crazy with this shit," she said in between mouthfuls.

"Crazy was what ended up happening, but it didn't start out like it would be. Every once in a while she'd feel some pain, but she kept on asking me to fuck her faster and deeper. I came again like that and pulled out; her pussy was practically smoking. I was ready to give it a break, but I was still hard all the way, and that fascinated her. She asked if I could cum again, I said 'Sure', and she raised up those pretty legs again."

"Briana was loving your dick. I can believe that."

"Yeah. Got all up in her, and she kept on shouting, 'Fuck me, fuck me fast, you've got to fuck me fast!' I couldn't believe how much dick this little young woman could take, and I think I wanted to test how much was too much. Shit, ten seconds before her vagina tore up, she had just gotten done cumming again. Real toe-curler for her, felt like.

"Now I was close, and all of a sudden she started shouting 'Ow, that hurts!' But damn, I was so close. I pulled up the depth, started stroking shallower and going fast like she was shouting for right before. Didn't know she was tearing on the shallow end, and I was right there and the fast stroking was getting me there quicker. I wanted to finish before she got hurt; just miscalculated."

The danger filled Teagan's mind and swelled and moistened her further. "Let's fuck," she said. "Me on top first."
 
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Life moved on. Much of Maurice's peripatetic lifestyle took him away from New York, so a renewal of his time with Katie drifted nearly four years down the calendar. Her body was no longer at the outstanding level which was his standard, but it was still well above average, even with the long scar down her belly, and her face was still very cute.

She and Bill now lived on rural land north of New York; Maurice had enjoyed driving past the sign labeling this area "Bucktown." Well, Katie was certainly making it so by drawing him there, he thought with a smile.

He loved responding to her frequent demand: "Kiss me when I cum, OK?...oh, God, oh God, gonna cum, gonna cum again on your cock...kiss me NOW!" That first week back together with her, Maurice had plenty of opportunities to fill her mouth with his tongue in this way. It was fascinating for him to experience this, a woman who was noticeably and consistently much more orgasmic than even his highly orgasmic lovers. It spurred him on to his own climaxes; Katie loved it when he buried his penis deeply inside her while his cock shook out his spunk. Natural selection was back at work, fiercely so.

This pregnancy came about as promptly as the first had. She took the pregnancy test as early as she could, so excited was she by the prospect of carrying his child again. She had felt the need to be open with Bill about this renewal of hers. The production of her homemaking show was now on their farm. Bill had bought her a sleek trailer which she had been using to prepare for her filming and assist the production team. Now, she began using it to fuck her favorite young man. This brought the production staff into the knowledge of Katie's love for Maurice, but she had always treated them with good humor and great respect, so they safely held her affair from their family, friends, and the public at large. The trailer would rock and sway many times in the course of a shooting day, and the sounds the team heard were astonishing.

One of them, a younger female intern, finally had to ask. There was a wait as lighting was being prepared for a scene shoot.

"How do you get away with what you're doing with that black guy without your husband finding out? You and Bill are a great couple."

"Oh, Melissa, it's all right! Bill's known for years."

"You've been with this other guy for years?"

"Well, not for a while, but yeah, we first started up with each other years ago. I needed to tell Bill, so I did, back then, and he knows Maurice is here now."

"I don't get it."

"There's all sorts of ways to feel and express love, and all sorts of people who fill different needs. No one can fill everyone's needs."

"It's hard to get used to thinking about you that way, though. What you're doing is what bad people do."

"Well, Melissa, you've been here all spring. Am I a bad person?"

"I didn't think so. I'm confused now, though."

"I was confused too, when I first met this man, but he's so great!. Let me explain why I'm not confused any more." She gave Melissa the whole scoop about her discoveries with Maurice.

"And, you know, I just got pregnant by Mo, and I won't be able to sleep with him later on this year. He might be around when we film for the new season later. Maybe I can help you find out about him."

Melissa didn't like hearing this at first, but she kept this news to herself. He observed the rocking of the trailer over the next days. She watched the two together one afternoon, glorious and happy, walking down a path in the safety of the family farm. Katie and Maurice kissed each other; she swooned. Melissa thought and thought. She lost sleep.

One morning, she pulled Katie aside. "I don't want to wait until the summer," she said. "Can you introduce me to him?".

So began the carousel of love that stretched on for Maurice and his Bucktown women that year.
 
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One of the things which added intrigue to Maurice's summer in the country was how Katie and her husband dealt with her pregnancy. The way they had dealt with her first child by Maurice had created extreme turbulence in her marriage, but Katie was thinking early on about how her desires could be spoken to even more directly by the pregnancy she felt certain would come, even as her 44th birthday approached. Her passions for her black lover were renewed and deepened by his return and the pleasures they shared; they really were as great together as she had remembered. She needed more; she needed this love to last.

Again, she brought a plan to Bill after talking it over with Maurice. This time, she explained to her husband, she wanted to keep her child by her younger lover. Katie wanted to raise Maurice's child alongside their adopted daughter. She made sure to let her husband know that she loved their adopted daughter very much and did not regret that decision; she just needed something different this time. Only part of this was entirely true.

She did love her daughter, but Katie also burned to know what it would have been like to raise Maurice's first baby by her. Without Bill's knowledge, she would occasionally call that boy's adopted parents; they were an African-American couple who lived back West. He was growing to be an extremely attractive boy, and remained much larger and more athletically built than others his age. From holding the huge infant while she lay in her her hospital bed, Katie remembered how dark his skin was. It seemed Maurice's potency even allowed his traits to be overwhelming dominant in his babies.

From the many other mothers he had created, Maurice already knew this. It was a wonder; his parents, and particularly his father, were not physically extraordinary. He sometimes wondered what had caused his extraordinary set of attributes. There was no explaining it, he finally decided; it had been meant to be. This self-recognition of his gifts did cause Maurice to hold a strong sense of gratitude alongside his extreme self-assurance. This, and his easy recognition that without his beautiful women he would not have had this life, prevented his confidence from lapsing too frequently into arrogance.

So, how to pull off Katie's plan? Bill told her that he would be unable to stay married to her if the father of this baby was acknowledged. Since this one would almost certainly have dark skin as well, how was this to be solved? Katie had already thought this out. Frankly, she didn't want to deal with the hit her public image would take if her scandalous affair was revealed to all. Her solution seemed extreme, but it was the only way to have what she wanted. She would retreat from public events and her television production before her pregnancy began to show, give birth as secretly as possible, and they could announce that they had adopted the baby. After pushing through her husband's difficulty in accepting the new reality, he eventually accepted these new realities.

Katie's public relations machinery got to work. Many stories were placed, with one theme; she and Bill wanted to grow their family, but at her age she was unable to concieve, so they were beginning to work with adoption agencies. In reality, Maurice's copious seed had already begun to grow in her again. She showed much earlier this time, so the production of her show ended earlier than planned, and her appearances were canceled. In addition to Melissa, one other woman from the production team was attractive enough to catch Maurice's eye; she lost salary from the early production interrruption, but his rocking of her world became an extraordinary consolation.

What kept him in Bucktown that summer were the many other women from the region. While Katie's PR offensive had successfully set the public story, she would occasionally make it to the small market and general store in town. She did this rarely, wishing to honor Bill's wishes to keep their privacy, but the difference between the public stories about this town celebrity and the large, swollen belly she held at these rare appearances caused word to get around. This, and Melissa's need to confess the secrets of her amazing affair with a few friends, caused some of Katie's friends to privately ask some detailed questions. For friends she knew were Maurice's type, she made the same offer to them that she had to Melissa.

With her earlier display of pregnancy this time, she and her statuesque young black man saw her new OB/G in town, wanting to determine most definitely how long their sexual escapades would remain safe. The visit created reactions from this doctor's practice which were similar to the previous exam years before. This time, though, the office receptionist and one of the medical assistants were attractive and determined enough to enjoy Maurice presence as well. After another month, the doctor's wife had fallen for him as well. All of these women were the tinder; their stories helped create the bonfire that raged this season, as the most attractive women began to come calling.

These women made love most often in the brass bed that Katie had placed in the barn closest to the main house on her family farm. Katie had been Maurice's most frequent fuck partner on that bed in the first month after its installation, but when her prized pregnancy became unable to accommodate their sex, the gathering harem of women usurped her time here. Through that trimester, he still used her wonderful mouth to suck him off to orgasm most mornings; this kept her sexually close to Maurice as long as his taste for her allowed, and it was a wonderful way for him to start his days during those weeks. He would often stay overnight at the homes of one of his conquests; this would allow Katie to pull the sheets from the bed and clean them of the sexual fluids, and occasional blood, which covered them from each day's adventures.
 
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The arrangement in the barn made it challenging to keep these women separate from each other, as they each wanted as much time as they could have with him during the hours they were able to free up from their family, friends and work. They would arrive at all random hours during the day at first, until Katie struck upon the idea of maintaining Maurice's schedule of love. This was another method of maintaining her closeness with him; it also gave her no small measure of control, a constant stream of shared sisterhood with his women, and the ability to learn much more about how he behaved with his other lovers and how they were affected with him.

Katie would recieve the women who came up the entrance drive in the main house, and take them in for beverages and hors d'oevures. Maurice would come from the barn when he was done with a woman and collect the next from her social time with Katie. The hours for this schedule of trysts were indefinite; he would have less or, often, more time with each woman than was originaly planned, depending on how their love played out.

After a short time, Katie gathered her bravery and adjusted her pride, and began allowing herself the privledge of asking Maurice and his women about their adventures. Sometimes it cut a little close to the bone for her to hear how much each partner was getting from these love affairs. It was particularly challenging sometimes for Katie to hear from Maurice how good one woman or another made him feel, how wonderful their bodies and organs looked and felt, how many times they brought him off and how quickly. She became able, willing and, finally, needy of hearing these stories. They provided her a powerful combination of power and humility.

The other women were spared these sexual assessments directly. There were often general acknowledgements of sex when Maurice came to get a woman from Katie, and they would speak with both Katie and Maurice separately about their experiences, but there was an understanding that many of these women may have felt too direct a humiliation if they were spoken about so objectively. They had a bit of experience with providing considerations of these sorts. They had managed for years Bill's humiliation as gently as they felt able to, considering the uncontrollable nature of their need to give each other pleasure; for example, the daytime arrangements in the barn considered Bill's working schedule as much as they did the lives of Maurice's women. All the same, these unique circumstances, created and executed with little input or time to adjust, challenged everyone around Katie and Maurice. The women were spared the hardest of these challenges, and the ones they faced were well worth it.

We could hardly be blamed from wondering, for example, if Diane, the wife of Katie's gynecologist, would have been able to turn herself over so willingly and fully if she had known that Katie knew quite so much about her: the downright bad marriage and sex life she had with her husband; the past affairs she had confessed to Maurice, including one just a few years before with a community college student, a boy whose large cock and youthful libido had give her tastes for these things well before she gained access to this newer, penultimate lover; exactly what Diane liked in bed and what techniques Maurice used with his hands, mouth and penis to bring her to orgasm; how her vagina would open up for him, unusually, noticeably and fully as possible, when she became able to anticipate Maurice's orgasms; how she would ejaculate along with the excitements of her black man's tosses, the only times she said she had ever squirted like this.
 
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A day's chronicle late that summer gave an example of how deeply Maurice had sunk himself into the region. He woke up before sunrise in the bed of Emily, a Yale graduate who had previously been faithful to her husband since they met at her cotillion. Her husband stayed in New York during his work weeks; this affair was the first time she had taken advantage of her husband's absence in these ways. That last plural was important to take into account here; Maurice began by moving the sheets back and bringing her off with his tongue, then she and he moved through a number of positions, activities and orgasms during the next twenty minutes, a fine example of the varieties of love Emily exchanged with Maurice. Even though this fucking caused her to fall back into a deep sleep and caused her sex organs to feel sore for the rest of the day, her varieties came nowhere close to equaling his that day.

The sun was about to rise when Maurice left her. He had breakfast alone in a nearby town, then drove over to Katie after she usually saw her family off. With their love no longer in hiding, Bill had run into him a few times on the farm that year. Out of consideration, they tried to lay low from each other, but the inevitable sighting happened. Katie's husband grunted out a recognition as he opened his car door for their daughter as he packed her up for her day camp trip. Their girl waved hello sweetly; she had also seen Maurice many times that summer, and it had been explained to her that the tall, strong African-American was there to help repair things on the farm.

Nancy drove down the entry drive as Bill drove out. He recognized her as they passed; she was a saleswoman at a jewelry store in town where he had bought Katie a ring as a gift last Christmas. He remembered staring at the saleswoman's ass when she helped him then. This was not the first time he had seen her on the farm recently; he knew the brunette was coming there to fuck and, perhaps more accurately, get fucked by Maurice.

A longtime buddy of Bill's was married; he and Katie had done many things together with them over the years. Angela came next, spending a fun half-hour with her friend before Nancy exited the barn to leave in her car and Maurice came to the house.

"You're a little late, huh?", Katie giggled. "Yeah, well, you know how these things go down," her man replied.

"We both do!," Angela said. "Thank the Lord," Maurice responded, taking her hand and guiding her out with him.

Next was Terri, a housewife and part-time home decorator whose work Katie admired; Maurice admired her nipples, which thickened and hardened with her arousal, and her long hair which she asked Maurice to grab when he took her from behind. Then, Sophia, a young and cute waitress from the country club with straight bangs hanging over her forehead; she was extremely feminine and leggy. One more before lunch: Marsha, another housewife of a wealthy man in the region. She was a conservative woman and more than a bit of a snob; it upset her to see Sophia driving away, as she recognized the girl from her service at her country club.

"What do you see in that girl anyway?", Marsha asked as she took off her clothes and hung them neatly on the rod Katie had thoughfully installed in the barn. "I'd think you would hurt her, with how big you are. Can't see how she could love you like I can."

Marsha's body was surprisingly good for her age, but he had been sorry to see Sophia go that morning. He liked her looks and style, and had begun forming plans in his head for a longer lovemaking with the girl as he walked to the barn with Marsha. The younger woman was already a better lover than his companion that moment.

"We don't need to talk about her," Maurice replied. "It doesn't help us." After eating her out nicely, he used lubrication, a dildo and patience to skip vaginal intercourse and take Marsha's ass that morning. Taking his cock and cum that way was excruciating, dizzying and, finally, enormously satisfying for her.

He smelled of this experience when he came in the house. Katie called him on it; they had a laugh over it, and he took a shower to clean himself up from it. Then they enjoyed lunch together and talked about their days.
 
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Four more women were taken in the barn that afternoon; Katie's entertaining skills were needed almost as much as Maurice's that day. The third of them was Diane, the wife of Katie's gynecologist; she took far more than her share of time with her lover. She had an appointment with her husband immediately after their planned time together; after Maurice gave her a single, wonderfully slow grind for a half-hour before letting his seed go, she talked and laughed with him as she dressed.

"Damn, I wish I could marry you," Diane said. "You know what to do for me."

"There's no doubt that you know what needs to happen for me too." He smiled back at her; their grins were huge. She slowed the buttoning of her blouse; they began to walk around the bed, back to each other.

"I can feel that's you're telling the truth. Sweet lover, that feels so good to hear you say that." She dropped her skirt on the light covering of straw that covered the ground in the barn; they reached their faces, their mouths, to each other. Their tongues tangled. "Oh, what a damn great kisser you are," she sighed in between kisses. They began to caress each other's bodies.

Suddenly Diane pulled back. "Ohhhhh damn! I've got to go- already going to be late. My husband's expecting me in just a few minutes."

"Whatever needs to happen for you. I'm not going anywhere. You're too fine for me to leave here right now. I'm having fun."

"Me too!" She kissed and gently bit on his chest and neck, then Maurice's mouth found hers again. They kissed for another half-minute, then Diane said, "Oh, screw it. Lay back, baby." He fell back, his legs over the side of the mattress near the foot of the brass bed. She put her lips on his penis as it began rising again; she sucked on it, dropped saliva all over it, prepared it for mounting.

Even with the saliva and her renewed wetness, she was not able to fit Maurice's full erection back inside her right away; she groaned in frustration as her hands worked to guide the head of that penis back home.

"Oh, shit!," she shouted as her frustration increased. "You've got...such a...fucking....horse cock. I don't know how I take you sometimes."

"You can because we want each other."

"I want you all right, Maurice, but I don't have time....". Suddenly, she managed to slip the entrance of her vagina over his thick cock head. "The wetness, your sweet wetness," he called back. "Oh shit...that's good," said Diane.

That was the last they spoke for quite a while, as she slowly forced herself down on his eager thickness. Cries and moans came from each of them; Diane undulated her groin and hips over him as she dropped down. Ths was a good one, a really good one. She was going to be late; that was a problem. But, fuck, this sex was great, so damn great. It would end, deliciously, with twenty more minutes of great.

She ejaculated, came hard, harder than she ever had before. Four more squrting episodes followed, loud and drenching. Diane had no need to lead Maurice verbally to exchange this perfect lovemaking with him. Only hard sighs as she worked towards each abandonment, and then long, loud, single-noted screams as her ejaculate streamed onto him in episodes.

With her time restrictions, she could have been mad that Maurice was holding back his orgasm; she could tell this was great for him as well, that he was ready to go. "Fuuuuuuuck" was the only word that came out of him; he repeated it for the longest time. But she wasn't mad at all; in the middle of this, she felt that her husband, her appointment with him, could go to hell.

This time could hardly end more spectacularly than all of that. The only added pleasure at the end for Diane was the special pride and pleasure she took from giving him the pleasure of this last orgasm with her that day, and the deep satisfaction of feeling the delivery of Maurice's cum streaming hard into her, and around and down his big dick as she overflowed again. She wiggled her hips over his dick at the end, holding her lover most deeply inside her as they finished. She could feel that she was not quite at his base.

"Oh, damn, I wish I could take all of you!"

"You take plenty of me. In fact, give me some of my cum back." They laughed, breathless and giddy, together.

Twenty minutes later, Maurice was spreading the pale librarian Linda's cunt open with his cock for the first time. Linda's mind was the latest to be newly blown, her body the latest to be newly lit, by his lovemaking. He ended up leaving Katie's farm with her; they went to a hotel, because she couldn't bear to leave this big, gifted black man and go home to her boyfriend.

This had become Maurice's life that summer.
 
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By the time Katie delivered the baby she and Maurice made, her lover had moved on again, spreading his profligate seed across the country. He was on the West Coast when she delivered; they'd take a while longer to sort out the public story for Katie's fans, he knew. After hearing from her that she had made it through the delivery safely, he went to China again, to Japan and South Korea, then moved through tropical Asia.

"In the clubs of East Asian and Southeast Asian cities, white men can have the unfamiliar experience of being second class to African and African-American men, an experience they are unlikely to make anywhere in the Americas, Europe, and, for that matter, Africa.

Asian love-making techniques play a major role in why Asian women have such a pronounced preference for black men. In sexual relationships between local men and local women anywhere in Asia and Southeast Asia, oral sex is much less common than in Europe or the Americas. Even among married couples, husbands seldom go down on their wives. It would make them lose face. In Singapore and Malaysia, oral sex is outright illegal, and those who practice it are threatened with lengthy prison terms....

The disrespect for oral sex has definite consequences on the orgasmic success rate of Asian women. Because anatomically, even orgasms achieved through penetrative intercourse (begin) in the clitoral area, to be properly filled in is a major aspect that facilitates the female orgasm when only penetrative sex is practiced. And for this, substantial penis mass (especially penile girth) is a definite requirement....

The normal, non-fatty tissue surrounding the vagina and uterus is highly expandable. However, the adipose tissue that deposits itself below the dermal layers and exterior to the muscular tissue of the pelvis is much less flexible. While other factors (frequency of sexual intercourse, or whether a women has given birth or not) also are relevant, it is a general rule that slim women (whether they are small or tall) are more likely to have comparatively spacious vaginas than stout or fat women.

Because the sexual market value of African and American-African men is so much higher in East Asian and Southeast Asian Countries than the sexual market value of men of any other ethnicity, one of the most important, and most fortunate, decisions a black men can make in his life is to go to East Asia or Southeast Asia....

While Japanese women, or women from other Asian countries, may be shy in matters of oral sex, physical attributes such as the penis size of men are discussed in a surprisingly open manner.

In the clubs of Tokyo, the quality, and especially the size, of penises of foreign male regular guests is discussed among the females just as openly as the fashion offers of boutiques, and men with what they call "huge machines" can easily achieve celebrity status. At that stage, young women literally fall in line to have their hour in bed with that particular man."

- Penis size in Asia, Duncan Rhyne

In most of these representations, Asia was, apparently, similar to any other spot in the world where Maurice had stood.
 
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