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

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The best Chinese women brought a very appealing combination of attributes to him. Their feminine softness and deference; their strong, full calves; their tight but accommodating cunts; their wonderful appreciation of his sexual gifts, easily understood despite the frequent language barriers. His rudimentary attempts at the native tongues usually allowed him to conduct his simple seductions of these women, but the more complicated expressions that often came with their great passion and happiness were typically lost to their mutual language limitations.

One group he had an easier time with were the elite players on the international tennis tour. The Chinese stars were back in country for a tournament; this allowed Maurice access to a large collection of beautifully-bodied Chinese women in a single fortnight. He worked himself into their bodies around their playing schedules. Their international experiences often gave these young women relatively fluid English skills, which made their most effusive happinesses with him more understandable.
The players in the tournament from other countries who had bedded him in the past were confused, then disappointed, that Maurice was not after them here. This exclusiveness had begun as an eccentric lark, but soon became a sensible imperative due to the extremely high-quality, intriguing lovemaking the Chinese players were bringing to Maurice. These women brought full, hard thighs, round and strong asses, flat stomachs, and vaginas which catered to his cock. A couple even brought full pairs of breasts, unusual attributes for Chinese athletes. One of these, Zheng, was a pretty girl and particularly delightful fuck; Westernized, enthusiastic, creative and fun.

But of this score of beauties Maurice had during the tournament, it was Na whom he was most taken by, and most driven to take repeatedly. She had been the first from her country to win a Grand Slam tournament, a national hero. Her return home was a big thing; it took Maurice an extra day to get with her again, due to the many appearances she made to publicize the event and satisfy the press' curiosity with her.

Maurice had been with Na during a couple of tournaments elsewhere; she had been unable to take him the first time, and struggled greatly with his size during the next. She had even had difficulty letting herself go when he went down on her; she confessed that she was feeling guilt about cheating on her husband, a man who also acted as her coach. They were quite the celebrity couple back home; he was often involved in her publicity appearances. Even so, Maurice saw her cute and cheerful face and demeanor, her extraordinary legs and nice torso, and saw a woman worth returning to despite their comparatively mediocre sex.

They came up with a different method during this Shanghai tryst. Earlier, Na's moral sensibilities had prevented her from feeling comfortable about accepting Maurice's offer of putting a vibrator to use to warm her up. Since then, though, Na had thought about her experiences with the dark American, heard from Zhang and others who had had awesome experiences with him, considered her relationship with her husband/coach, and began to change.

First off, she began using a dildo for the first time. It worked for her; she loved letting herself have this pleasure, and she began to learn what rhythms and angles worked best for her. Learning how to become orgasmic was a fine and real revelation. She began to use larger dildos, with the thought that this might help her prepare for a possible future with Maurice or someone else. She also found that it was even easier to reach orgasm by this stretching and filling of her body. Finally, her retrospective thoughts about her time in bed with the huge-dicked American gave her great longings for him; she recognized how gifted he was, thought about how considerate he had been in trying to make good sex happen for the both of them. Na decided that she would make an aggressive attempt to regain Maurice's attention in order to have more of his extremely valuable time.

She let him work his mouth on her clit and relaxed through it more thoroughly. It took some time, but he eventually began helping Na have the orgasms that she had never experienced with others before. She mewled with pleasure; as Maurice brought her up and over the crest of her fifth distinct orgasm that day, she began weeping in relief and overwrought release. Maurice kissed his way up Na's body, pecked gently at her tear-covered face, then went back down on her, adding his fingers to his ministrations.

More orgasms later, the towering, handsome black man came back up to kiss Na's lips, and held and stroked her gently. She grabbed his cock; it was already fully erect, obscenely large. It was enough to renew her fears for a moment, but natural selection and her retrospective thoughts about herself and Maurice returned her to arousal, arousal which was building with all her lover was doing that day. Then, she rememberd her dildo, the big one she had brought.

Na used the dildo on herself; Maurice said, "Let me just see what you like, what you do for yourself." He stood back off the bed, big body beautiful and obscene erection raging, and watched her as she stroked the head of her big black dildo against her labia and clit, watched as she slowly began to work it in. She thought at first that it would take her longer than the usual five minutes to bring herself to orgasm; she had never alowed herself to be watched doing this before. Certainly she had been interested in hiding her new dildo use from her husband.

As he began to see her face react to the pleasure she was allowing herself, Maurice felt great affection and tenderness for Na. He liked looking at her fine, strong body as it began to work for its time, and imagined with great anticipation how it would look when her body was wrapped around his. His eyes soon returned to her face, though, and its expressions of fearful but primeval pleasure. Na noticed his eyes looking straight at hers; she saw him looking inside her heart. She returned his gaze and kept it; thirty seconds later, she was having the best orgasm of her life.

The next dozen became the new best orgasm of Na's life. First there were two more that she had with the dildo, with the addition of Maurice's huge, gentle hands caressing and stroking ber body as she violated herself, and finally his fingertips on her clitoris, wiggling away as she came again. Then, even though she spoke decent English, there were no words needed; Maurice moved to lay back on the bed, and Na held and stroked the shaft of his ragingly hard penis with both palms, kissed, bit and sucked on his massive cock head as he lay back. Here is a real man, my man, apart from all other men. The rapturous thoughts came to her even before she began stroking the lube on him and taking his body with hers.

This entire first sex happened with Maurice remaining on his back, with Na torturously and sometimes painfully dropping her pussy over his penis, with his athletic Chinese lover slowly bringing herself to one profound, rich orgasm after another...
 
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Maurice had learned so much about what Na needed from her sex, this love. When he finally allowed himself to release inside her, he took care in his work to help her cum again with him as he shared his massive tosses. This brought Na to another level; feeling the closeness, the intimacy, the raw triumph that came along with her lover, caused Na to convulse wildly in this last orgasm with him. Her whole body shook hard as that orgasm hooked into multiples which stretched on for a few minutes. She continued to buck her groin and hips over him to deepen these pleasures; his unmatched abilty to stay hard even after his massive orgasms was an extremely valuable skill at that moment, and deepened her view of Maurice as an otherworldly man who stood above all others. She liked the idea of standing with him.

Na slowly pulled off the top of him and knealt at his side on the mattress for a few moments, holding his cock to kiss and fondle, before falling onto his side in surrender. She held him this way, an arm and leg slung across his chest and thigh. She trembled and a cool sweat poured out of her; they both felt these things consciously. Their hard breaths slowed, became calmer, more shallow. In their own ways, they each held in their minds the image of her caresses of his penis; it showed the meeting of their sexes had left a thick, foamy white ring of sex fluids about seven inches down his dark shaft. They had each taken so much pleasure, and there was so much more of his sex available for both of them...

Maurice broke the silence. "That felt wonderful. I knew we could be great lovers, Na." He hesitated before continuing. "I've...I think I've loved you for a while."

He had admired her body for a time, and had wanted to love that body well. What drove him to say what he was saying at that moment was that past, along with the important addition of everything else that had happened between them that morning. Na had touched him with her displays of self-regard. He cared that she chose him as a partner in this self-expression; in that way, he also approved of her judgement. He had brought many women on similar journeys, but Na's journey simply touched him more deeply.

She held him more tightly, pulled herself up his long body and snuggled her face against his neck, then to the side of his face. She kissed it slowly, gently, languidly. Then she fell asleep, pulling him into unconsciousness with him.

It was she who woke Maurice up with her caresses and strokes of his body; soon, she was using her hands and, then, mouth to bring his erection back. Then she uncorked the lubrication which had been so helpful just before and spread it over him again, using that practical action to display her rapturous affection for her lover's unmatched penis.

Na's eyes left the intense gaze they had laid upon Maurice's cock as she reworked it in her newly idealized image and straddled it again; her eyes grabbed onto his during most of the rest of the afternoon. Occasionally she would glance around the hotel suite, or allow her eyes to play over his wonderful, masculine body as it moved, or roll them back in her head when the intensity of her latest orgasm prevented her from doing anything else. But Maurice was struck at how much eye contact she was making, more than any woman he had experienced. Any time he looked at her, it was most common that Na's eyes were waiting for his. All of this was done with no words; only their moans and cries of pleasure and, for her, occassional pain as she strained to take more of her lover, broke the silence. It felt wonderful for him to execute such perfect communications without speaking. He was also intrigued by what her silence might be holding.
 
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Na used up a lot of physical energy with Maurice that day; she also had another publicity appearance for the tournament that evening. She worried that these things would make it difficult to play well. As she pulled on her pumps and put on her dress for the appearance, she became nauseous in anticipation of another problem: she would be with her husband again at this event. Her loving of Maurice had taken Na away thoroughly; she wished that she had another day to compose herself before seeing her again.

Sure enough, it was excruciatingly difficult for her to be in public with Shan at the event. The only thing that made it remotely bearable was the fact that most of the time there was spent responding to reporters' questions individually. When they were asked to pose for photos together or answer questions while next to each other, Na suffered. Her whole idea of marriage, firmly assembled through the culture she had grown up in and the long relationship she had formed with Shan, had been challenged by her day in bed with Maurice. In fact, she felt that evening that the structure of their relationship had been torn away, and she was left confused about how she would, or could, proceed with the loving but ordinary man who was acting as her lover, husband and coach.

In her first-round match the next day, it was apparent that figuring out ways to proceed in the wake of these new experiences would be difficult for Na. She had much difficulty defeating an inferior opponent. More problematic was her difficulty in recieving her husband's coaching. She openly argued with Shan during a match break. A microphone was within earshot of that disagreement; the press in China did not participate in scandal-mongering the way many Western nations do, but even it jumped on the loss of face Shan had suffered from Na's defiance.

Among the things working away at Na's match concentration and willingness to cooperate with her husband's coaching was her awareness that Peng, one of the other players Maurice had been with during this tournament, was taking the love of her glorious man at that moment. She had seen Peng leave the tennis center with Maurice as Na arrived that morning. But what, in the end, did she expect? This towering, dark American arrived in her life without disguise or avarice; he was a serial lover, a provider and taker of deeply satisfying pleasures and satisfactions with beautiful women. She thought through her new circumstances, and the new questions they created, after the match.

Na texted Maurice that afternoon. He told her that he had just finished loving Peng, and was on his way to have Zheng. Exchanges of text messages were not the best method for Na to express her jealousy and unhappiness with Maurice's profligacy, but they were sufficient for her to arrange to meet Maurice again that evening. Again, they committed multiple acts of love together, and Na won company in the black man's bed overnight. She called her husband and provided false explanations for her absence. That didn't make her feel good, but her new lover made her feel wonderful. While in bed, she and Maurice talked about her ideas about how to proceed, and Maurice gave his responses.

They fucked again in the morning. Even though this all risked burning her valuable energy and concentration in the middle of the tournament, Na was irresistibly tempted by these opportunities for love. She cut her practice session short that day and spoke with her husband; she also called her agent. These were the beginnings of putting into effect the plans she and Maurice had agreed to the next day. For Maurice, the current day was spent with the company of his many women. A gloriously randy and beautifully fit German player managed to fit herself into that day's dance card of Asians; this fuck with Andrea was even better than his lovings in previous months with the tall Teuton.

Maurice came to watch her next match in the box section meant for her core supporters. He sat a row behind Shan; while taking that less confrontatonal seat did little to reduce the tension and confusion this caused her husband, it also increased public speculation about what this unknown, handsome, terrifically tall and built African-American was doing in her box. For reporters who followed the WTA tour, the man was more known, notoriously so, as the occassional lover of countless Tour pros. His presence in Na's entourage that day was no less shocking to the reporters than it was to the general public, though for a different set of reasons.

It felt good to have him in her support and to give (or was it claim?) this semi-public acknowlegement of his role in her life, but the on-court results were poor; Na lost her match. There was much public speculation among the people and press as to what their national hero was doing.

As to what Maurice intended by agreeing to Na's request that he be there for her, it was, unsurprisingly, complicated. First of all, he knew that this would have meaning to the other players he had bedded, none of whom had gained this level of attention from him. To that, he just concluded that this Asian was special enough in his heart to deserve his show of respect. For what this would do to the public image of her and her husband, it had another level of complication. He was uninterested in a larger fame; this was why he had not entered into official, known relationships with the many public women her had loved, and why he had refused earlier requests and suggestions to put his tremendous attributes to use in pornographic movies.

At the same time, when it suited his and, to a degree, his women's tastes, Maurice did have an interest in letting the husbands, boyfriends, family and friends of his lovers know that he was the new alpha male for their previously family-oriented women. He was willing and, sometimes, interested in doing this in humiliatingly direct ways. Na's request offered that opportunity, while simultaneously drawing the publicity that he disliked. It was a sign of his caring for Na and loving of their sex that he made this rare public gesture.
 
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It was announced after the tournament that Na had hired a new coach, taking that role from Shan. In fact, she had her agent inform him of that change. Maurice's taking of her husband's role as lover was not announced, but it was the subject of much speculation. She was seen with him during a couple of brief excursions together outside the bedroom; those attempts at a discreet outside life together had failed, as she now had the press on her tail.

Two things dissuaded Na from leaving Shan and pursuing the life of blissful retirement with Maurice, as she had briefly considered. One was the new, unwelcome public focus on her personal life, as well as the difficulties this sudden change had brought to her and Shan, who, after all, she still loved, though that love had been brought to earth by this new one. Even with all those upsetting results, she may have found herself willing to try to involve herself with Maurice at length, but something became evident to Na within a week of this affair: her body would not hold up to a lifelong affair with Maurice. The combination of his massive penis and tremendous sex drive wore his women out. This had become evident to all the women who had considered the same thoughts. This did not preclude them from trying to become one of his "bookmarks" and pursue a more occasional long-term affair with him, but his unique set of attributes set him aside in this way and many others.

This was the chief reason that, in the end, he was a major but limited threat to the security of his women's families. As long as he maintained his thirsts, Maurice was simply unsuited to a lifelong affair with a woman. This was one of the reasons he did not try to take them away from their husbands permanently; it simply wouldn't do for either of them. So it was with this brief, intense affair; two weeks later, Maurice was heading south and Na and her newly formulated support team were preparing for her next tournament.

Katie gave him a call as he landed in Thailand. "So what's this I'm hearing about a woman you got involved with in China?"

"Oh, it's being reported up there?"

"Just online. Not in the local newspapers."

"What are they saying online?"

"Well, they don't name you. The attention is on this highly ranked Chinese player and her affair with this tall, handsome black guy and the upset it's causing her life. I didn't have to see a name to know it was you."

"Yeah, that's good. We're already apart. You know how it works."

"I know how it works with you and us. It doesn't work for anyone else these ways."

"Yeah. Can't blame people for getting confused, I guess. That's why I like keeping it out of the public. Hard enough when it's private sometimes."

"No telling. Speaking of which, you want to hear how many women became pregnant by you this summer up here?"

"You tell me."

"From what I'm hearing, I'm counting ten."

"Sounds like your neighbors took inspiration from you."

"Well, it wasn't like I described getting with you as something to be avoided!"

"Thanks."

"Even for the married ones." Katie went on to detail some of the pregnancies she knew of. The one which surprised them both was Diane. It surprised Maurice less than Katie; a couple of 50-year-olds had become pregnant by his adventures with them. One of those women had even decided to keep the child; Diane was the latest to do so. Maurice heard Katie tell of the additional pregnancy of her OB/G's medical assistant, and that a few of Maurice's other impregnated lovers were gaining their prenatal care from her doctor. They remembered the detailed exam Katie's doctor had done of her and Maurice's sex organs in his consultation, and they speculated how the doctor must be feeling now, knowing as the doctor did in great detail the physical dimensions and, from Katie's descriptions to him, tireless sexual drive and abilities of the man who had thrown his growing seeds into his wife, his assistant, and many other beautiful adults of a wide range of ages and circumstances in their community.
 
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Maurice pursued a number of specific sexual interests in Thailand. The women who built their bodies for fitness competitions had intrigued him for some time. He had enjoyed a couple of their biggest stars who entered foreign competitions, but this trip gave him the opportunity to take and be taken by a large number who had never competed in the West. As news traveled through the country’s gyms that this incredibly tall, built, dark, sexually gifted and skilled American was in country, those who lived in outlying cities and towns streamed into Bangkok.

These were women with a predilection for fit men, and Maurice’s lifestyle kept his body as fit as any they had seen before. The male bodybuilders they knew were making themselves over so that their bodies were most appreciated on a contest stage; the testosterone and steroid supplements they took were meant for that purpose. In fact, those supplements often left the men’s organs shrunken and impotent. These women discovered that the beautiful aesthetics of Maurice’s tremendously built body were meant for the bedroom, not the stage. The tremendous amount of testosterone that coursed naturally through Maurice’s veins and the pheromones which oozed from him were meant to win women, not trophies.

Roongtawan had been one of the stars who fucked Maurice the previous year at a European competition; after enjoying him again, she helped him gain entry to the world of these beautifully-bodied Thais. Apiporn and Wilaiporn shared him one afternoon; it was Wilaiporn and her particularly gorgeous and suitable body who continued to enjoy his affection and his company that night. They couldn’t get enough of each other at first, but Maurice’s massive cock and tireless libido exhausted Wilaiporn’s fit body and wore her sex organs sore by the next morning. She was put out for days; after a few hours of deep sleep, he was restored and ready, ravenous in his hunger for a meal and a woman.

Another group of women who struck Maurice’s interest were those who catered to sex tourists. These girls had had sex with many Americans, but gained a low opinion of these men from their encounters. Unsurprisingly, those men had been inconsiderate lovers and were usually unattractive; most of these exchanges were soul-deadening for the women. Sometimes the men’s penises were large, but this often made the experience worse for the women; the man’s lack of skills made sex with these clients physically painful.

When they first saw Maurice at the bars, these sex providers were struck with shock at how attractive their potential new client was. They usually felt great anxiety and fear, though, about his size, particularly as he made it clear that he wanted their sex. That fear turned to terror for many of them when they pulled down Maurice’s pants. If the typical American’s sexual selfishness and roughness were coupled with this obscenely large cock, they wouldn’t just be put in pain; they would be put in the hospital.

That’s where Maurice’s physical beauty, sexual patience and skills, and particular interests came in. The last of those was his desire to strip these women of the deep cynicism and low expectations they had of sex. Even though they worked in the sex field, they had been given little reason to enjoy sex. He wanted to help these girls, many of whom were, after all, beautiful, gain relief from their cynicism.

This made the time with Maurice much longer than the typical time these women took with their clients. He went to the Pattaya bars and bought his women for the day or for the night; this allowed him the time needed to make the girls comfortable, to overcome their disbelief that a man of his caliber was here, and that he was interested in pleasing them sexually.

He brought vibrators, dildoes and other sex toys, and knew how to use them so that these women were brought off. He combined this with kissing and other forms of caring, patient foreplay to make the girls more comfortable, more trusting about how he would take them with his long, thick cock. He had them bring him to orgasm with their mouth and hands first, allowing them to experience him as he shot out his usual streams of copious, thick cum, his penis shaking out his terrific potency. The feelings these tremendous, unmatchable sights brought to the girls made them accede to his requests to fuck them without a condom. To keep their sexual health strong, the women had made condoms a requirement for their clients, but it was being made clear to them that this new man needed to be expreienced fully, with no barrier to their pleasure.

Of the dozen prostitutes he took in these ways, Tamarine was the one most enraptured by this American. Her professional name she used for her Western clients was Jenny, but she handed over her real name and other personal information in response to the feelings Maurice's loving gave her. She was particularly small in body, similar in size to the many international gymnasts Maurice had loved. But her vagina and ass were large and durable enough to take his massive tool over and over again. The frequency and depth of "Jenny"'s orgasms were incredible; her body and desires held up through the night Maurice purchased her, and through the next day which Tamarine gave to him voluntarily.

They walked the streets together to get something to eat. Seeing the handsome, muscular seven-foot African-American holding hands, sharing sweet gazes and occasional kisses with his five-foot, slightly built Thai beauty as they walked through the teeming crowds was unbearably transgressive, even for this Pattaya neighborhood where American men often were seen with the women they had purchased. Before the young men of the community could gather together to express their unwillingness to accept their relationship, Maurice and Tamarine had left the restaurant and the streets and returned to the privacy of her bed.

In another day, even Tamarine became unable to keep up with Maurice's potency.
 
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While enjoying downtown Bangkok, Maurice happened upon Ann, a stunningly beautiful 28-year-old Eurasian woman; her Thai mother had married a man from France. Her spectacularly beautiful face and body grabbed Maurice’s attention and, once his own singular sexual attractiveness was made manifest, his time.

Ann cleverly led their trysts to take place at the many luxury residences she was working as a real estate broker. It added to their excitement to take each other on a bed next to a floor-to-ceiling window on the 45th floor of an exclusive condominium building, or on the grounds of an estate on a sunny day.

Among the other delights Ann’s profession brought to Maurice were the clients who sought homes through her. The first of these who gained his attentions was Kay, a statuesque 42-year-old American on a long-term business assignment. Maurice saw her with Ann as they left the agency on their first tour of prospects, and he told Ann the next day to arrange their meeting.

Before beginning a secondary set of visits with Kay to prospective properties, Ann described to the American the amazing man who had remade her love life. With such a beautiful, dynamic woman as Ann recommending that she should take the golden opportunity to meet Maurice, Kay took the introduction right there, and she was made electric with excitement that such an astoundingly attractive and potent young black man wanted her. Because of her work, it had been a while since Kay’s last romantic relationship. Ann squired Kay around to multiple properties. At each, Maurice enjoyed Ann’s sex, then Kay’s. Maurice included Kay in the roundelay of lovers he took while in town.

These very enjoyable affairs helped set a template for many of Maurice’s future adventures. He was usually drawn by a specific group of women when taking brief root in a new city. Now, he also made a point to seek out a real estate agent or two who met his desires. After driving his hook into them, he became able to persuade them to begin sharing their most beautiful clients with him.

One of the most perversely rich appeals of these affairs was the context under which he was meeting the clients. Most frequently, it was a couple, often with children, who sought these services. Maurice convinced his agency lovers to discern which prospective clients of theirs might be attractive enough for his interests; they screened out all but the women with the loveliest bodies. Maurice would secretly observe these special prospects of the agent at a prearranged meeting; if she was attractive enough for his taking, he asked the agent afterwards to get the woman to take a meeting separate from her husband and children.

And so these affairs began, with women who most frequently had entered the city with great hopes of making new lives in fidelity with their men and children, only to be blindsided by the extraordinary opportunity that Maurice represented. His ruthlessness in gaining access to women in these circumstances added to the excitements of these lovemakings.
 
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Among the zeniths of sexual experiences for the women who met Maurice on this newly opened avenue were the ones enjoyed by Becky in Argentina. She had just arrived in country that week; her husband Jake had finally convinced her to move from Chicago so that he could take a job offer in Buenos Aires. She had no job prospects set up, and knew much less Spanish than her husband. She was supportive of Jake’s pursuits, but there were a set of growing resentments Becky was feeling, and when she attempted to speak with her husband about them, he responded by acting persecuted. She loved Jake, but it was proving difficult for Becky to find that love as easily as she was accustomed. Fate lent her a hand in her wish to express and experience a deeper love.

Jamie, their real estate agent, was a tall, built blonde with long hair who had fallen in with Maurice soon after his arrival. To her surprise, Jamie was enjoying the role her towering black lover was assigning her. Among the many pleasures Jamie gained by bringing his love to her most beautiful female clients was the status Maurice’s love conferred to her. Also, Maurice would pleasure Jamie first at each of the properties she procured for their shared fuck sessions before allowing the client to discover him firsthand. Jamie’s acquiescence was keeping Maurice around; gaining his time and attention was a challenge, she knew, given his wide range of options and overwhelming potency.

Then, Maurice saw Becky with Jake in one of the sightings arranged with Jamie. Becky did not stand out immediately as an incredible beauty, but she was a cute young woman, and Maurice could see that she had an athletic body, his favorite. She also stood a half head shorter than Jamie, and while he liked his ability to overwhelm even the tallest women with his size, Maurice did maintain a fascination with smaller women and their power to pull his attention and, much more often than not, their ability to take his huge, dark erection into their small, white bodies. He also noted Jake’s studious look and comparatively spindly frame. Maurice usually cared little about the specific traits of the husbands and fathers of his women; he was unmatchable, regardless of the personality and attractiveness of these men. There was something about this dynamic, however, which excited him even more than normal about the prospect of taking Becky.

Jamie asked Becky to meet her at a streetside café’ early in one of Jake’s work days. She laid out to her client the story of how she had met Maurice, all he had to offer, and his interest in meeting her.

“I’ve only had three lovers in my whole life, and I’ve never cheated on Jake, and I like it that way. I’m kind of insulted that you think I’d join this sort of thing.”

“It’s an unusual offer, I know, but I’m telling you, you’ve just got to meet him. Then you’ll understand. There’s no one like Maurice.”

“I don’t think so. Besides, I like my white boys. Never really been into black men.”

“I hadn’t made a habit of them either, but this guy….you’ll see. Here he is- hey, Maurice!”

He appeared from around the corner, and sat with them for all to see at the streetside table. Before he took the seat next to Becky and offered his huge, beautiful hand to her, she could see that this man was enormously tall, but that his body was gorgeous in its muscular but lean proportions. His terrific build and handsome face were simply beyond a matter of taste; he was a spectacularly attractive man. Becky could also see that his slacks, while loose-fitting, could not disguise the bulge that extended from his groin and down his thigh. Jamie had already told her about Maurice’s beautiful, supremely large cock, but it was apparent to Becky that her agent had not oversold his appearance.

He was so shockingly sexy that Becky was made uncomfortable to be seen there with Maurice and Jamie in public. It was apparent that someone in his company was there in response to his sex; it overwhelmed his presence. She felt that she was already being caught out cheating; there seemed little reason for her to be there otherwise. This caused Becky to agree to go with them to one of the apartments Jamie had shown her and Jake the day before; she was still uncertain what she would do once there, though.
 
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Jamie and Maurice showed no indecision, however. Jamie brought a thick red comforter from her car; it was explained to Becky that the thick blanket allowed them to avoid damaging furniture and floors in the many places they had made love.

When the two undressed, Becky was made dizzy. Such a quick destruction of her boundaries; such an amazing, wonderful sight as the two gorgeous humans began to consume each other. Jamie’s body was different from hers, long and very curvy, but Becky saw it was outstanding, and she could see Maurice’s appreciation for it. They knew how to please each other; this was apparent to Becky.

When Maurice’s erection rose, it was an exciting, disturbing and frightening sight. It appeared at first to Becky that she would be spared the sight of actual sexual intercourse, since it seemed unlikely that such a large penis could be taken by any woman. Soon, though, Jamie broke out the lubrication and stroked a generous supply over the head and shaft of this startling cock.

“We need this lube for it to work between us,” Jamie said as an aside to her client. This was the only break of attention she took from her man during this sex.

“I’m amazed it works between you two, even with that,” Becky said nervously.

Maurice turned his head and made eye contact with Becky. “Oh yeah, it works,” he smiled. “I love this love.” His mouth moved to Jamie’s; they kissed rapturously as she laid back on the master bed and used her fingers to spread open the lips of her pussy. He mounted the agent; she moaned in pain and pleasure as his massive cock pushed past those lips and hit home.

Becky watched their bodies writhe together in delicious familiarity. Maurice’s ass- hell, his entire body- looked amazing as he fucked Jamie. Such hard, rippling muscles everywhere! Her legs spread wider and wider to accommodate him; he brought his arms over her raised legs and re-braced his hands on the mattress. This displayed a better view of their sexes; Becky craned her neck over to see the unimaginable. Maurice’s cock had Jamie’s cunt spread wide open; her frothy cream covered his shaft in a wide ring. Becky could see that the black man’s wonderful techniques were responsible for the thickness of that cream ring; he varied the depths of his thrusts, controlling his unpredictable rhythms to Jamie’s delight.

Nothing brought Jamie’s delight more than her lover’s finish, though; Maurice began working longer, faster strokes. “Yes?....Yes?”, he asked. “Oh, oh….FUCK YES!....Fuck meeee….”, Jamie responded. “Cumming….cummingcummingcumming….AHHHHH SHIT!”

Maurice’s strokes became even longer and faster as his time came: “Yeah, TAKE ME!”, the huge man bellowed. She responded, “oh, God, I’m gonna keep on cumming….cumming WITH YOU….OH FUCK!...SLOW slow, hurting me now!...God Damn, your big fucking cock!” The rest was moans and shouts, as their bodies finished together.

Their guest had lost herself with these intense sights; Becky felt a small bit of drool drop involuntarily from her lower lip. Post-orgasmic delirium was felt by each of the three. The brief silence was followed by mutual laughter.

"Damn, lover, that was a really good one, even for us!”, Jamie said. "I was so excited, you didn't even have to go down on me. But just watch that cock, OK? Too big!" Maurice shook his head in agreement, kissed her, then turned to Becky and said, “You look beautiful to me over there. So glad Jamie pointed me your way.”

Becky melted in Maurice's warm, handsome gaze, then she felt brief repulsion: this new man still had his huge penis buried inside another woman, had just had a simultaneous orgasm with another woman, had cared to please another woman. How could all this be?

"Come over here," the black man requested.
 
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“Now?”, Becky asked, startled.

“Why not?”, Maurice said. “We’ll be good for each other.”

“Not even now.” The shadow of Becky’s repulsion still held her at a slight distance. But only slight: “You need to be clean. Take a shower?”

“I think your agent would approve that use of the apartment, right? What do you think, Jamie?”

“Let her see the shower with you,” Jamie consented. “You’ll find lots of good features in there, Becky.” She smiled mischievously as Maurice pulled out of her and moved off the bed. Becky watched his huge cock swing around as he moved away to the master bath; he was still gloriously erect. The two women looked at each other as the shower turned on. Becky waited until the shower water was heard splashing on Maurice before speaking.

“Really? Do you think? I’ve had a big guy or two, but that guy’s cock is so huge! I don’t think so. How did that work?”

“Well, you’re pretty excited right now,” Jamie said. “That’s a good start. You’ll start out really wet with him, and he’s really great in foreplay the first few times. He’s still great with foreplay for me when I want it. Women’s bodies are amazing; trust that. Then, just ask for what you need.” She saw doubt and fear remaining on Becky’s face. “Plus, you saw that body of his. And he’s cute, right?”

“Really handsome,” Becky agreed. She looked away in contemplation. Jamie could see her client’s wheels turning; she saw that they were turning in the right direction. "But how can you share him like this? Don't you want him for yourself?"

"That's not how Maurice rolls. You'll understand once you see what he's about."

“OK, let’s see what there is to see,” Becky said; she moved slowly to the bath, and closed the door softly behind her.

The master bath had an open shower compartment; she saw Maurice immediately. Soap covered the middle of his body; he was beginning to rub it down his legs. “Hey, there you are!”, he greeted Becky with a smile.

“How you doing?”

“OK. A little confused, a little scared.” She stayed still.

“Yeah, it’s an adjustment. This stuff doesn’t come up every day. That’s fine with me; I like the idea of us taking our time.” His smile was so friendly and open; it helped mitigate the desire and appraisal she felt from his eyes.

He waited a few seconds. Becky finally returned his lingering gaze and, then, his smile. “Come on,” he invited. “Let’s get fresh together.”

She floated, barely aware as she drew her blouse over her head, pulled her shorts down, kicked them and her sandals off simultaneously.

“Beautiful, so pretty. I like your taste in underwear,” he said.

Becky walked over slowly. “I like your taste in body!,” she returned.

“All for you today,” Maurice said. Becky responded as she came within arm’s reach. “Well, that’s not true. You just fucked someone else.”

“Yeah, but we’re gonna make love; that’s different. You’re too sweet. You’ll get all you can have today. All you need.”

She couldn’t believe how arrogant and brazen he was acting.

She couldn’t believe she was falling for him.
 
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He extended his hand; she took it. He brought his other hand up slowly from her wrist to shoulder, caressing it, then back down to her hand. They twined their fingers together.

“So huge, those hands. You’re a specimen.”

“I like that peach bra. Now take it off.” They laughed together; Becky complied.

She was surprised to hear Maurice gasp as she unsnapped. “I love your breasts,” she said.

“But they’re a lot smaller than Jamie’s. You looked like you were enjoying her body.”

“I don’t know why, but breasts like yours just excite me more. Something about hidden womanhood, I think. I like drawing the woman out of you. Making you.”

Jamie was right; once you were in this man’s presence, incomprehensible desire was made fully comprehensive. Becky had never wanted to be “made” by any man, but his statement, his handsomeness, his beautiful, towering body had her burning to become remade by her new jet-black love.

All at once, she remembered his other calling card, his remarkable penis. The soap bubbles remained, covering Maurice’s organs; he had stepped away from the flowing shower head. His cock hung down from his groin, large testicles visible behind it. She looked back up at him, grabbing eyefuls of body everywhere.

“All this, and that too, huh?” He nodded.

“Should I finish washing you?”

“Please. Pretty please?” Another friendly, shared laugh helped cover her nervousness as she reached out for his cock.

For the first few seconds, he remained soft as she began exploring his length. Even soft, though, his penis felt sinewy, thick and wonderful in her hands. The ancient brain spoke to her wordlessly; this was a man who was built to children, the most suitable for mating. He was already irresistible; she hoped he was a nice, considerate, gentle lover.

Ten seconds into her ministrations, suddenly she felt Maurice’s penis begin to rise. It rose remarkably quickly; all that penis, from soft to raging hardness in only ten more seconds, hardness that she had witnessed and could now feel, hardness which angled upward from the base, hardness that curved upward at the tip even more wondrously.

“Wow- what the fuck, man? Do you have an implant or something?”

“Hell no. I’m just lucky. Hung and responsive.”

“I guess!”

“Most responsive to extra-beautiful women like you.”

Her palms were filled, and her fingers could not meet her thumbs around his shaft; plenty of length remained as well. “Shit, you’re bewildering!”

“You’re turning me on like crazy. Take off your panties and keep on stroking like that.”

She did so, warily. “I’m not ready for you yet, okay?”

“Oh, hell, don’t worry. I’m gonna take my time and explore you all over before I wrap you around me.”
 

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Becky stroked Maurice’s cock, gently at first. Then she became fascinated by how monstrous his cock was, how it took up an unreal space on the middle of his big, tall body. Her strokes turned into pulls; they moved his middle around as she tugged away, as they allowed the shower to wash away the soap.

“Damn, indestructible, man! That’s an amazing cock! What am I going to do with this thing?” Her genuine curiosity had begun to take away her fear.

“Everything you can imagine.”

She laughed. “OK, that’s a lot of imagination you’re asking of me. More than anyone else, even my husband.” It came flowing out of her, spontaneous and unplanned. “Jake’s got a tasty body and I like our sex life. Still, though…DAMN!” She pulled away at his cock theatrically, tugging his groin toward herself again, laughing now.

“Stroke it, and bite the head.” She slowed down, became less satirical. Others had reacted with surprise when he asked them to bite his cock, but Maurice’s direction made sense to Becky immediately. She started out by kissing his tip and dragging her lips along his glans, along the sides of his shaft. Soon, though, she fulfilled his request and began to bite on him; he groaned with pleasure.

He put his palms over her scalp, his fingers over her ears, and pushed her face onto his ever-hardening erection. Her mouth opened, and did its best to take in his head. She opened her mouth wider; she was surprised how much she liked the sensation of Maurice using his hands to force her mouth on his amazing prick. “Suuuck….fuck, fuck….yeah! suck it!”, he urged. Becky opened her jaw as wide as she could; still, she could only manage to get her lips over his cock head, grazing the top of his shaft. She knew from past experience that men loved her tongue along the tender bottom of the cock head. She tried now to do that, but her mouth was overwhelmed, her tongue pushed back behind Maurice’s force-feeding.

He pulled Becky’s mouth off his cock and brought her face up with his hands, up to his mouth, bringing her to the tips of her toes. His mouth took hers, overwhelmed it. First his lips covered her face, then they surrounded and pulled on her upper lip, then her bottom one; then his long, gorgeous tongue previewed his lovemaking, the tongue tip moving under the middle of her upper lip, then its sinewy thickness pushed, persistently, undeniably, deeply. He broke their kiss suddenly: “I love kissing a woman after she’s been on my dick. Mouth’s warm, lips all slack and soft.” One more, fiercer kiss, then: “Get back down on that thing.” It was working, working for both of them.

“Bite, yes, BITE!” She now had his head fully in her mouth; Maurice was training Becky. It would take a while longer before she learned to open a bit of her throat for him, but this was pleasurable enough, plentifully so. This young wife with her all-American look and tight, athletic body…he wanted to please her.

First, though…he began touching her torso for the first time, first stroking her small but shapely breasts as she sucked and bit on him, then pulling her back upward so that he could run his hands along her sides, stomach, hips, ass…he made her arch back in order to get his mouth on her tits. Now he was doing his own pulling, wrapping his lips around the fullness of one breast, then the other, only slowly beginning to explore her areoles and nipples, drawing them out, inflaming her.

Her hands stopped working his cock as she took his attentions, but they remained on his shaft, gripping it harder with the intensity of their lovemaking. His mouth started coming off her breasts, first briefly, then longer, as he gasped and groaned. “Fuck…damn, girl, you’ve got me GOING!” Becky regathered herself, thought of his pleasure again, began to stroke with both hands again, one stroke, two, three…

“Oh FUUUUCK, give me your MOUTH!” He used his hands again to enforce his directive, kissing her softly, lips extending to hers, their bodies pressing tightly against each other’s, his cock risen beautifully, abnormally, grotesquely upward from his groin, only an inch or two from her face as she stood…his first tosses slapped underneath her chin (she swore she could hear the sounds of his sperm shooting rapidly up and out of his prick), then Maurice’s orgasm was heard, felt, experienced…pulse after pulse of extremely thick cum streamed out of him, pulse after pulse…”OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!”

Thirty seconds later…Becky was his. They kissed, kissed tenderly, kissed passionately, kissed lovingly. She was beyond thrilled. She saw the enormous pleasures she had given this most amazing man. Still standing straight, still confronted by his long cock rising from his enormous height, now stroking his trim, muscular torso as she kissed, sucked and bit that cock. So much had been delivered to her, and she hadn’t yet experienced getting eaten out, getting fucked, being loved by this lovely man.
 
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Fifteen minutes of cunnilingus, back on the master bed. Becky’s memory of Maurice’s fucking of Jamie on that same bed was wiped away, as this man surprised her by bringing her off quickly, then again, then again. She didn’t like oral sex all that much, or so she had thought. Part of these transcendences came from the memory of her oral work on him, the incredible intensity of those mutual pleasures, and the sensual exchange he was offering her with his own mouth and hands, his expert mouth and hands. Thick tongue drawing out her clit…long fingers finding her G-spot…previews of his delightful creativity as a lover, the surprising twists and turns of his rhythms, his softness and firmness of touch. The fifth orgasm he gave her was brought on by both of his index fingers inside her, opening her vault and spreading open her labia, his mouth blowing warm breath on her clit. As this orgasm felt like it was finishing, he left the tantalizations of his breath behind and laid the meat of his tongue on her clit…he was surprising her again, making her O last for another half-minute.

Now she was ready for mounting, relaxed, ready to continue cumming, her anxieties and fears abandoned. Even with her full arousal and deep wetness, he still wisely made copious use of lube; this allowed the first three inches of Maurice’s cock free and pleasurable purchase. Then his thickness restored her fears for a moment; she had her hands on the remaining portions of his shaft, and she could feel that if he let loose and tried to drive his entire penis inside her, she would be hurt and hurt badly. He was seven feet tall, had grown to hold 260 pounds of athletic muscle, a body created by gifted genetics and the purity of his lifestyle, and he had her on her back, legs open, hands on her shoulders, holding her down, riding his body high and free; she knew that Maurice was capable of ripping her wide open.

That thought made this first five minutes of intercourse so intensely pleasurable. Becky’s lover was almost literally a horse, another animal entirely. Animals could not be expected to have human sensibilities; a stallion reacts on instinct, and expects that he is fucking a mare when he fucks, an animal like himself. Becky could see, could feel she was not of this man’s kind, yet here Maurice was, stroking shallowly enough to keep her well on the good side of the pleasure/pain ratio. Her horse brought her off two minutes in, then again thirty seconds later, then the next orgasm lasted for thirty seconds, then the last one was continuous until Maurice shot his thick seed inside Becky for the first time.
 
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There were two other residences Jamie had shown to Becky and Jake; she took Becky and Maurice to those now. Jamie was struck by how wonderfully the two had made love; even with the memory of how wonderful her lovemaking with Maurice had been, it was hard to deny the specialness of her lover and her client together.

They rode in the back seat of Jamie’s sedan as she drove to the second showing. Becky craned her head up to kiss her man, her tongue searching his huge mouth, as she stuck her hands and forearms under his waistband and worked his cock, its greatness again deeply felt by Becky even when it was soft or semi-soft. Pure and sustained adrenaline coursed through her, but she said nothing. It intensified Becky’s pleasure greatly to express herself through acts instead of words.

She saw stars in Maurice’s eyes. She was fine with Jamie coming with them to this second place; she was even fine with Jamie getting to enjoy Maurice first. Becky watched with a knowing eye this time; she was on fire. She took her clothes off and watched from the bedside chair as Maurice took Jamie. This room held a glorious view of the neighborhood, and Becky pulled the drapes back to let the afternoon sun and the city’s beauty in. He fucks so good, she thought, as she dug one set of fingers into her vagina and stroked her clit with the other set, bringing herself to more orgasms as she watched.

Maurice finished with Jamie while lying on his back, grabbing onto her big, round breasts as she rocked her head back and experienced another simultaneous orgasm with him. Maurice took advantage of her closed eyes and placed his gaze on Becky as his own orgasm arrived; they held each other’s gaze as he tossed inside Becky’s agent, their matchmaker.

After a minute of postcoital caresses, Becky said, “OK, my turn now,” urging Jamie to dismount their lover. Back to the shower: Becky was the one who was brought off orally this time, but she did plenty of loving exploration of Maurice’s prick with her hands and mouth as well. No, his orgasm from Becky’s mouth happened on the bed, in front of Jamie. She was witnessing Becky immediately surpassing her in Maurice’s heart. As his volcanic cock slowed its streams of sperm, Becky began slapping his cock hard against her breasts, treating it roughly. Jamie had learned these preferences of Maurice’s, but Becky was showing understanding of them from the start.

She also noticed how much time and pleasure Maurice took in grabbing, stroking, caressing, licking and sucking Becky’s body before they made love again. He was full of compliments, exclamations, just from his appreciations of her trim, athletic body. Becky had played soccer when she was younger; now she shared a long-distance running habit with her husband. How nice it was, Jamie thought, that Jake had helped keep his wife in beautiful shape and fine endurance; she was built perfectly for Maurice now.

This second lovemaking was even better than the first; Jamie was beginning to burn with jealousy. It was relatively rare that Maurice caused envy from his lovers, even with his profligacy. However, his pairing with Becky was easily seen as superior. He stayed hard inside her, and after a minute of their own post-orgasmic cooing. Maurice began fucking her again. This one finished with Becky on top, but the two took the pleasure of maintaining each other’s gaze clan through these orgasms. Both remembered the gazes they had stolen together during his earlier loving of Jamie, and they treasured this confirmation of their deep connection.

Becky’s hands were down Maurice’s pants again as Jamie drove them to the third showing. Becky’s silence had broken. Her emotions were overflowing uncontrollably now; Jamie heard her with her lover in the back seat: “I love this cock, and I wanna keep on loving it….I’m not giving you up, no way….You know, you KNOW, how to make love with me…am I good too?...Want my mouth on you? I want to, here, let me…”; Jamie worried, her client risking arrest in the back seat as they drove through town.

“Here’s the last place,” Jamie said. She took the keys from the ignition and began to open her car door.

“Give me the keys to the place,” Becky said. “Maurice and I want to look at this one alone.”

Jamie didn’t want to hear what she thought she had heard. “What?”

“Yeah,” Maurice said, reaching a hand to Jamie. “We’re looking at this one together.”

The two exited the car. Becky leaned against Maurice as if she had been sedated; her hands stroked his ass and stomach as they waked from the curb to the door. Jamie could see Becky reach a hand down Maurice’s pants again as he found the right key and unlocked the door. Jamie was left with wild thoughts as she waited in the car for the next hour, thoughts of what they were doing together.
 
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Jake discovered the numerous calls to and from “Maurice” on his wife’s cel phone; Becky hadn’t even bothered to create a code name for her black man since she had started up with him. She had seemed moody, distracted and unusually fatigued for a couple of months, and her interest in sex with Jake had nosedived. He had given her the benefit of the doubt, figuring her difficulties in finding work and her more limited understanding of the language had temporarily soured her. The name on his wife’s cel caused Jake to reconsider some things, and tie other things together.

One of the things Jake thought about in a new way was the sight of his wife’s vagina the last time she let him go down on her. He noticed that Becky’s pussy seemed altered somehow, wider open, the lips of her labia thickened and loosened. He thought maybe it had to do with her menstrual cycle, or with age. He couldn’t have imagined the real cause; Becky had seemed happy before, and reeked of wholesomeness in manner and look.

He confronted her with knowledge of her calls with “Maurice”; Becky was unwilling to lie her way out of it. In fact, it was a relief to confess her affair. She gave generalized descriptions of her lover and the quality of their sex lives together. She wanted his understanding, and preferred his acceptance of this new side of her. The descriptions of her amazing, potent, handsome black lover did sting and confuse Jake, however.

“Well, is this just a fling, or are you in love with him?”

Becky thought about the question; he wanted her honest answer, she decided. “Both. I mean, I’m in love with Maurice, totally, but I can’t have him for myself, so it’ll end someday.”

“I don’t like the sound of that. I don’t know if I understand completely.”

“It’s hard to understand, even for me. There’s no other man like him, and one woman isn’t enough for him.”

“Well, when will it end?”

“When he decides. I think he’ll move on to another town; that’s been his life so far. I can’t give him up as long as he’ll have me.”

That shook Jake even further. He had written down Maurice’s phone number. Becky’s answers drove him to call it.
 

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Maurice thought Jake’s request to meet was strange, and he had lost the taste for seeking out opportunities to display his alpha maleness to other men; he was a woman's man. But here was a display Becky’s husband was seeking out, and it was certainly a new request. Maurice agreed to meet him in a streetside café’, sufficiently intrigued by the novelty.

Jake avoided initial comment about Maurice’s size, build or skin color, but the conversation started slow as he digested the sight of Becky’s lover; he was a bit nauseous at the thought of his wife being ravaged by this handsome, beautifully built beast. He appeared as a caricature of an interracial fantasy figure, and here he was, willing to acknowledge his affair with Becky. The nausea was slowly driven away by answers to his questions: their meeting through Jamie’s facilitations (Jake remembered Jamie’s fine body), how often they had been together (many hours and a half-dozen lovemakings most days, including at times she claimed she was looking for work). Next, Jake risked asking what he and Becky liked about each other.

“Man, your wife is a beautiful, beautiful woman. Great face, fine and strong body. And she burns with passion, and is good about asking for what she wants during sex.” Jake listened without comment; that last attribute was one he was unfamiliar with. He thought their sex lives had been good, but she had been reticent to ask her husband to do things together.

“Did you ever make love on our bed?”

“A few times. This one time, that was the first time I took her ass. She fasted and took a colon cleanser so we wouldn’t have a big mess, but she totally gushed ejaculate, so we made a different kind of mess. She got off so hard that day, it brought me off really hard too. I was touched; she was shaking and perspiring, and talked about how conflicted she was, that she loved you but needed me, and that she knew she’d never find someone else like me.”

Things came flooding back to Jake; he remembered her sudden fasting and disinterest in talking about it; he remembered the 3’ wide, circular stain on the mattress, he remembered Becky’s bogus explanation. He didn’t want to talk about that anymore; he moved on.

“What do you do for a living?”

“Women keep my life full, very full.”

“How do you make money?”

“Lots of my women are well-off. Some give me money, others set me up with a place.”

“How do you pull that off here if you’re spending time with my wife?”

“Well, most women don’t get as much time from me as Becky does. She has a libido on her, she’s got endurance, and I love her and love our lovemaking. Still, I get around with other women.”

“You said you have sex with Becky lots of times in a day. How does that leave anything for others?”

“Well, it does. I’m pretty finely tuned sexually, I want more and can have more, and women want what I have. That’s why I’d encourage your understanding that I’m not a threat.”

“She said she couldn’t give you up. You sound like a threat to me.”

“No woman can keep up with me for long. I haven’t found one who can make love a dozen times a day, and that’s what I’m growing to need, and I can get it. I also like the variety of the world of beautiful women, let’s face it. So, I might borrow wives and daughters from their families, but I’m not built to keep them.”

Jake needed time to take this in. Maurice interrupted their silence.

“Like Margaux. That’s your boss’ wife, right?”

Jake though about her. Margaux, the ex-Playboy Playmate, pampered and surgically enhanced, wonderfully kept. She had given Jake a hard-on plenty of times, but he felt outclassed by her. Too damn sexy. No….

“How did you find her? Damn you- she’s incredible!”

“Well, I got with Amber first.” Amber, Jake’s colleague. People had been talking for a while, gossiping that Amber was having an affair with Jake’s boss. Hair the color of wheat: impossibly sweet face and rocking body. Jake had thought it unfair that his boss was making out so well. Now…

“No, Amber too? Shit.” A hesitation. “What’s she like?”

“Kind of fascinating. Not the best lover, but her beauty is so pure, it feels like I’m debasing a work of art.”

“And Margaux?”

“Amber was talking shit about her. She thinks she can take your boss away from his wife. When Amber said his wife was sexy but shallow, I thought, ‘Well, that works for me- I can draw out a beautiful woman’s depth’.”

“How is she as a lover?”

“Great, really great. Lots of experience, got skills.” Then Maurice confessed the coup de grace: “Not as good as Becky, though. She is a quick learner, and I love them super multi-orgasmic, durable and devoted like her. Plus that tasty, tasty body and pretty face. You’ve got a keeper.”
 
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Jake had learned nearly as much as he had the taste to learn. The same man who had turned out his wife had also take two other women in his orbit, women who he might have considered cheating on Becky with if given the opportunity. Instead, they had found their lover as well, and it was Becky’s.

The only additional thing he asked of Maurice was his cock size.

“Don’t know how that helps you.”

“I’m interested in knowing what sort of man makes my wife so orgasmic and makes her feel so loved.”

“What did she tell you?”

“That you’re the biggest around. Bigger than anyone she, or any women she’s talked to about size has had.”

“I think it’s my size, staying power and libido that works for them. I really love women, man- they’ve got me. That’s made me want to learn to please them. Sometimes it’s all about what they want, and sometimes I show them what’s best for them. It’s art.”

“OK, but what about your size?”

“You don’t want to see it- doesn’t help you. Just say I’m about a foot long, and I stay really hard so the length and thickness is always maximized.”

“Thickness?”

“About 8 inches around.”

“My God, there’s no way Becky takes all that, right?”

“No one does, or has. Some have come closer, but what Becky takes of me- man, she realy loves it down. Probably around 7 inches, maybe 8 a time or two when I was really pushing her limit. I dunno, some women I don’t mind pushing them into pain as long as I’m getting them to deep pleasure and bringing them off too. Somehow, there’s something about Becky that makes me not want to put that strain on her.”

“Other women?”

"Many can take a little more, but not much more. Becky’s on the tight side.”

“What about protection and contraception?”

“No condoms, thanks. Neither of us can tolerate it. Need the skin-on-skin. And they don’t have to worry about diseases with me. It’s weird, like I was destined so strongly for this, natural selection picked me out and gave me the attributes and the resistance to STD’s.”

“Contraception?”

“Man, I’m willing to talk it over with them, but essentially it’s whatever they want. Lots of women don’t want protection. I’ve fathered my share.”

“How many?”

Maurice just shook his head and laughed heartily. Extra seconds of thought didn’t deliver anything like an accurate answer. “No telling, man. Lots and lots.”


Becky was one of the very next. Her pride in her love for her man of men caused her to interrupt her Pill regimen with him. She found that they were plenty fertile together. The familiar scene took place, where it was literally possible that either Becky's husband or lover had fathered the child growing in her belly, but she knew; she just knew.

One scene which was not reprised, despite Maurice's special attachment to Becky, was an assessment about potential liits to their sex as her pregnancy deepened. She had not yet had a positive test when the two watched an international gymnastics competition together. Becky liked the sport, and, well, we know what Maurice liked. They showed a new member of the U.S international team, one who Maurice had seen from earlier competitions. His ears perked up when the announcer mentioned that Katelyn had just turned 18.

"18, huh?," Becky said. "She looks like a little girl."

"She's an athlete, though," Maurice said. "Look at that body development."

"Sure, but so small and short!" As if cued, a graphic displayed Katelyn's size: 4' 6", 78 pounds.

"Yeah, that's pretty small." It was Maurice, though; he watched the diminutive girl all the more carefully. He remembered her hard, diamond-shaped calves, wonderful, round ass, and rippling abs from earlier competitions, but her age had placed Katelyn on the other side. They always came his way in the end, though, if their bodies held up.

Maurice watched Katelyn work the floor. Her body had held up, rather smashingly. Her prominent overbite, her thick eyebrows, her sweet but serious disposition; they made for a provocative mix. She was far from a beauty, but so, so sexy to Maurice. He was drawn.

Within a week, he was flying back to the ranch in Texas where Katelyn was receiving her training.
 
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Katelyn held a remarkable line for many months, while improbably holding Maurice’s interest. She was at the diminutive edge of the women who excited him sexually; while his tastes in women often ran to the very small, he had his limits. Accompanying this, the young Asian was forthcoming socially to the towering black man but was not pliant sexually. He remained fully capable and interested in doing as he had done before with Kerri and others, seeding the ground around his prized girl by taking her loveliest friends and teammates to bed, getting her accustomed to a new morality based on freedom, self-interest, and the unique pursuits of pleasure he offered.

Still, Katelyn held the line, despite her admission that her taste in boys favored the supreme hardbody Maurice offered. Katelyn’s mother Diana was in town, helping her daughter, while the rest of the family remained out of state. Maurice didn’t find Diana a raving beauty, but she was a lovely older woman and Maurice would have worked a sexual angle with her as he had with other mothers of his teen lovers, but Diana was unmoved at first as well.

There were plenty of nubile, muscular girls available to him at the ranch, neighboring gym camps, and surrounding towns. Kerri took on a weekend of love with him while her family was away, at her urging. These other women allowed Maurice the ability to maintain a consistent place in Katelyn’s orbit for a second season. Maurice continued calling on her, by phone and by visits to the apartment she shared with her mother. His expressions of longing, desire and love become more direct, allowing her to become unusually audacious. Despite the fact that Katelyn knew very well of Maurice’s promiscuous ways, she finally proposed a way out of their dilemma, in the form of a proposal. She loved and wanted him as well, she explained, but she wanted to save herself for marriage, and Maurice was the man she wanted to marry.

“Will you marry me?”, Katelyn asked, looking up at her towering suitor, squinting through the Texas sun as they walked together in the park. They were a pairing that turned neighbor’s heads even without holding hands and kissing.

Her request was outlandish, but Maurice had already done a number of outlandish things. Why not bring outlandishness to the institute of marriage? Why not create a bride who would never have the need to stray due to a man who provided superior sex? Why not?

“Yes,” he said. He got down on his knee to make his own proposal; this brought them essentially face to face, which made it easier for Maurice to kiss Katelyn’s rose petal mouth for the first time. Standing back up, he swept her up in his arms in celebration and instinct, holding her by the waist, then bringing his hands under her ass.

“No,” she responded, “put me down. That can wait for our wedding day.”

The day needed to happen soon; now that his concession had been made, they didn’t want to wait to have each other. A local chapel was found which could host their wedding vows in ten days. During that time, he not only helped his fiancée pick out a bridal gown, he made unusual arrangements for the wedding plans with Katelyn and a number of other women. None of them knew the full picture; they just knew their own transgressive parts.
 

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“You may kiss the bride!”

With their “I do’s” complete, the improbable moment had arrived. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Katelyn and Maurice!” They followed the tradition of facing the wedding party and waving, accepting the applause given to a married couple. That was the finish for tradition; from that moment it was shed.

The first things to fall were the clothes of the bride and groom. Katelyn’s gown was elaborate enough that it tested their patience to finish its removal. She moved to take off her lace gloves, underwear and white stockings next. “No, no, keep them on,” he urged. The details of the scene had been on his mind for days.

Maurice first stood in front of Katelyn; he was very excited, and his cock curved upwards, nearly reaching her face level as she stood straight. She let her long hair fall to one side, and began to stroke and tongue her new husband’s cock. The sight was obscene; the couple’s size and color differences, the use of the church stage to promote their scene, the audience in their knowing and unknowing states.

Diana had explained to her husband and older sons that a fine, upstanding, slightly older man had fallen for their little girl, and she was old enough to marry; in fact, her proposal to Maurice had been the amusing anecdote that helped charm family and friends. Along with Diana’s assurances of Maurice’s honorable intentions, this helped them move away from the trepidation Katelyn’s supporters held when they saw the supremely mismatched couple.

Now, though, the trepidations returned in spades for those members of the wedding party who did not know Maurice and had not gained his guidance for this day. Katelyn nibbled and stroked her husband’s length; “I like that!,” he responded.

Next, Maurice moved to kiss Katelyn sweetly, then passionately; she bit on his long tongue, which he fully extended from his mouth. He brought her down on the floor with him and laid straight back, displaying his long, thick, unmatchable erection in its full glory. Katelyn resumed her strokes and kisses of his length; she obviously lacked experience, but Diana could see that the two had spent time with each other, breaking Katelyn’s wish for a chaste engagement. Diana recognized Katelyn’s moves during this stroking and sucking as ones Maurice particularly liked; there was simply no way she could be doing so many right things by accident. Well, Diana understood Katelyn’s broken pledge; Maurice was particularly persuasive, after all.

As she stroked him, he encouraged her: “Yes, work those gloves, work the laces. I love those laces!” Maurice’s lovers in the room recognized this characteristic of his; he liked friction and rough treatment of his penis when it could be supplied. The lace gloves worked delightfully for his pleasure.

Still, even with the practice they had taken together, Katelyn was still inexperienced and clearly overwhelmed by his size. Maurice grabbed her by the arms and pulled her over so that she was on her back with the gown underneath her. He began by moving his wife’s legs open, stroking gently with his fingers, starting with her tiny, gorgeous feet, up to her full, muscular legs, tracing gently past her narrow hips and lingering on her stomach and breasts, tantalizingly caressing her neck and face, testifying to her beauty: “You’ve made such a wonderful body for yourself, and it’s made for me too…I’m going to kiss these thighs before I put my face in between them…what glorious little breasts, they’re right for me…we’re going to figure out ways for me to suck and kiss your tits when you cum…such sweet eyes, that’s right, you can trust me…”.
 

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His mouth was on her mound within minutes; his hands moved the bride’s lace panties aside so he had access to her tender parts. Katelyn was brand new, all right; he had trouble drawing out her tiny labia and clitoris from her peach-like pussy. This need to discover her was a great way for Maurice to spend his time, though, particularly when Katelyn, overwhelmed by these new and incredible pleasures, brought her hands over the back of his head and pressed his face down on her organ. Her legs were up and open, toes beautifully pointed; she was not as good as more experienced lovers in giving him cues to what she needed to be brought to orgasm, but that was where Maurice’s expertise came in.

Even those blindsided audience members like her father, who had chafed while Diana grabbed onto his hands and held them fast while whispering to him, “It’s OK, trust your daughter…look how beautiful they are with each other…you can tell how much Maurice loves our girl,” now became calmed and hypnotized in response to these kind acts of love. They watched for the next fifteen minutes as the groom finally began bringing the bride to orgasm. As he promised, Katelyn experienced her fourth orgasm after Maurice lifted his mouth to her breasts and pulled away at their fullness, then her nipples, as he stroked her newly found clit with his fingers.

After that orgasm, the audience could see that Maurice’s cock was harder than ever and dripping thick discharge on the carpet of the church stage. The huge black man brought his hands underneath Katelyn’s ass and back, put his mouth back on her pussy, and stood up. Once upright in this way, Katelyn was able to use her strong legs and hands to hold her place atop her husband’s face while his hands explored her entire body.

His cock was now pointing straight out to the wedding party. They absorbed the scene, saw Katelyn’s gorgeous back flex as she began to thrust her hips up and down while still atop his face, saw the urethra of Maurice’s cock flex open and closed in anticipation, that urethra becoming incredibly wide during this involuntary flexing, heard Katelyn reaching orgasm again and heard Maurice’s muffled moans in pleasure and solidarity from beneath Katelyn’s aroused pussy.

It happened within seconds: Katelyn’s thrusting hips, rubbing her sex organ against his mouth and face, helped bring this next orgasm; as Katelyn screamed and her pussy flowed onto Maurice’s face, the tremendous cock of the groom, untouched by anyone for minutes, suddenly shot out a single stream of copious sperm which appeared longer that the bride was tall. Aftershocks continued for both of them as their mutual orgasms rocked to a close; smaller tosses continued to leap from Maurice’s cock.

Maurice finally brought his diminutive bride off his face and back onto the floor; they gasped and giggled as they became aware that their audience had just witnessed such an intimate scene. The thick rope of sperm laid on the carpet, dead center in the aisle between pews. That was a lot, even to Maurice.

“What can I say? She excited me. She’s exciting, right?” The audience laughed nervously, seeking comfort.

“Oh, the feeling was mutual,” Katelyn laughed. “That was so nice! I liked being able to use my strength and balance to hold myself on your face- thanks for thinking of that.”

“You make a guy think, all right. Now I think I want to make love with you.”

“OK. Show me how.”

The small crowd buzzed as Maurice placed his bride back down on her gown. “Take off your gloves and panties, lay back, and spread your legs again,” he instructed, moving back to his groom’s clothing and pulling out the small bottle of lube he had pocketed. He squeezed a small stream of lube down on his dick from a foot above it, expertly leaving an even amount over the first few inches. “Use your hands to hold your pussy open,” he said. “It’ll take some time to work through your hymen, but it’ll be worth it.”

“Is it going to hurt? Some of my teammates said it hurt.”

“A little, yes it will. But I’ll be extra gentle, and you’ll forget about the pain real quick.” He left a new glaze of saliva on her pussy with his mouth, then kept their gazes on each other to increase Katelyn’s trust as he placed his cock head against her opening while kneeling in between her legs.

The placement of the gown was with intent; as his baseball bat of a cock broke his wife’s hymen, a small amount of blood fell from her vagina and spotted the gown. Katelyn squealed with the sensation, but quickly felt another sensation; her husband’s exquisitely shaped, very thick cock head pushing past her moist pussy lips and into the wet walls of her vagina. She continued to squeal as this massive prick spread open her middle, but Maurice had taken hundreds of virgins, and he could feel that Katelyn’s tiny body was actually taking his cock fairly well. He could also feel Katelyn relax a bit as her squeals began to turn into gasps, then moans.

The wedding party was murmuring now, a low din of sound expressed their fascination, nervousness, fear and desire. “Maurice….oh, Maurice, that’s so good….so good, so good….keep on doing that…..oh, MAURICE!” The tiny girl took her hands from Maurice’s stomach, where she had helped ensure he held his depth shallow, to his ass, as she urged her man to slide in deeper. Maurice had gently pushed and, then, very slowly thrust his excited prick inside her; now he felt both confident and desirous enough to begin swinging his hips a bit. Katelyn was open to him now.
 

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Katelyn’s father saw Diana shaking her head as they watched Maurice taking their daughter’s virginity. He thought this meant that she was beginning to share his horror over what was happening. “Yes, I know, Dee,” he whispered. “Should I stop them?” Diana’s head began shaking even more vigorously.

“Why not? This is not right, and he’s hurting Kate.”

She shook her head again, grabbed her husband’s hands even more tightly, and said in a louder stage whisper, “Don’t you dare!”

As Maurice pushed deeper inside this new, glorious girl of his, he lowered himself over her, rolled his torso and hips in the missionary position, and moved himself far over Katelyn, pressing down on her shoulders as he pushed himself deeper inside her, his head far, far above hers. He felt her hands on his ass, her pussy gratifying his penis, her voice shouting out in pleasure…or was that pain, sometimes? He wanted to continue to press this advantage; for a few moments, he entertained the idea that the first woman to take his entire cock inside her body should be this virgin bride. In sum, he was becoming transported by the intensity and excitement of the scene, the moment.

With Katelyn now far below him, the bottom of his chest pressing against her face, his head swiveled to the side absentmindedly, and his eye was caught by Ivana’s. Lovely Ivana, another Asian-American gymnast, a mentor to the younger Katelyn, a wonderful fuck and beautifully-bodied lover of Maurice’s, an invitee of his today who would be on stage soon enough…

Suddenly, Maurice felt momentary distaste for some of the plans he had made for that day, distaste for the willing partners to his boundary-shredding deviancy. He placed his eyes on the wall of the church in front of him for a moment, then closed his eyes as he refocused himself on the pleasure this woman, his WIFE, was giving him…she was giving him a lot of pleasure, she deserved better…

Maurice repositioned himself lower and closer to Katelyn, picked her up easily and rolled himself over on his back. He continued to shift their position until his vision of the crowd was blocked out by Katelyn above him. She showed a bit of fear as that huge cock jostled inside her. He had not warned his woman of the shift, and her complete inexperience left her uncertain if she would be feeling the intense pain he had heard some of Maurice’s other girls had felt from time to time.

He slowed their bodies. “No, it’s OK, Katelyn, I’ve got you. I wanted to see you, and I want you to have more control. I’m going to keep still now; go ahead and press yourself deeper on me if you want. I’ll be still. See?”

Katelyn began to move her torso very slightly up and down; at first she did this stiffly, but she soon felt a lot of pleasure from this, and the human instinct for breeding began to take over. She began to roll her hips much more naturally as she began to discover how to find her own orgasms.

“Yes, that’s right, girl…damn, get that….that’s right, you’re feeling it now, huh?...yeah, just for you, all for you, Kate…oh shit, GET THAT!” Maurice had been in careful observation of his wife’s progress toward her very own orgasm, but the wonderful tightness of her cunt around his cock, and the warm emotions he was feeling for these moments, suddenly overwhelmed him, and made him close to his own time, and suddenly he was tossing with that time. His cock was shaking, slowly building to a crescendo, already beginning to share his love with her.

This shaking off of his cock in the throes of orgasm, as it often did, brought Katelyn from the edge of her own orgasm to the middle of that orgasm within seconds. All of Maurice’s lovers in the audience watched this scene with keen interest, but Diana’s interest was tinged with a wider blend of emotions. Oh my God, the very first time my sweet daughter makes love, and it’s the best lovemaking available in the entire world? A mutual orgasm with Maurice, really? It’s cruel.