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

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Katelyn and Maurice slowly rocked to a stop as their orgasms ended. She laid her front down against him, head resting on his chest. Then she tossed her head back, hair whipping around, and they looked at each other rapturously, pupils wide open as they took each other in.

“I’m so happy we’re married!”, she said with a soft volume. “I’ve got the most gorgeous husband!”

“That was really good, really interesting. I wouldn’t have had you without that ceremony. You’re so beautiful and have a great body, and you’re already learning to make love so well. Feel how quick and good you brought me off?”

“I don’t understand everything that just happened. I just know that felt so fabulous, and I’m glad I can make you happy. It feels like you’ve got so much more penis, though- you’re so huge! Was that OK?”

“More than OK! That’s the usual for my women, not just virgins, You’ve already got almost half of me, though- that’s pretty good. You must be excited and right for me.”

Katelyn fell silent for a moment; she had regained her awareness of the wedding party. “What do we do now?” Then she said in a true whisper, “I want you for myself; I don’t want these other people here.”

“I have an idea what to do,” Maurice replied. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up to him; when they kissed, his cock barely stayed inside her. Those sitting in the front pews could see the full length and thickness of his astonishing cock, now slick with their sex; a mix of vaginal juices and sperm were distributed up and down his shaft, and his cock head could be seen holding her pussy open. Then he pulled her up higher and enjoyed Katelyn’s breasts with his mouth. His cock fell out of her now; thick clots of sperm fell out with it.

“You really like them, huh?,” she asked. “I thought the boys liked them big.”

“They’re so fucking sexy. They’re you. Don’t change.” He resumed his kissing and sucking of her tits for a few more moments, brought her back town to kiss her mouth again, and laid her back down onto his torso. Handing her the small lube bottle, Maurice said, “Slick me up again so I can slide into you some more.”

“How? I don’t know if I can do your high streaming thing.”

“Put a little stream in your palms, then stroke it on my tip and top of my shaft.”

This is how their second lovemaking began. Katelyn remounted him, and Maurice let her stay there for the entire ride. Everyone could see the little woman learning how to pleasure herself on her black man’s rod: Maurice, Katelyn, the wedding party. She had five orgasms on him this time, and the last was met by his own tossing yet again. She laid flat against him to catch her breath, then pulled off him and let her hands explore his body.

“So hot. If you were smaller, you could totally be a male gymnast. You’ve got the build for it. That torso, man. That killer V with your lats and shoulders. You look great when I’m on top of your big dick.”

“Well, we’re both superfine for each other, then.” He let her touch him all over for another minute, then let his hands begin their own work.

The spectators were hypnotized by these astonishing acts of love. The young woman had grown slightly from the earlier gym meet which had reacquainted Maurice with her body beautiful, but their size difference was still monstrous. So was their color; he rolled Katelyn’s white stockings off her legs and peeled away her panties. Her fully naked body looked an even chalkier color of light yellow in contrast with her tremendous husband’s jet-black skin, which glowed with a light sheen of sweat as he began their third lovemaking straight away.

His mouth brought her off once more, and kept her little cunt wet enough to take his unmatchable cock yet again. This love happened with Katelyn back on her back, her flexible gymnast legs wrapped around the sides and backs of Maurice’s thighs as he ran his dick inside her. He felt the desire to cum quickly again, but he had plans and they spoke of the need to leave his wife wrung out after this one.

He brought her to more orgasms, multiple ones this time; God, she was glorious! Then, his cock began driving deeper inside, opening her more thoroughly, leaving her squealing with the increased pain. He would retreat then, bring Katelyn off again, then retake the extra inch of her, bringing her to screams next as he increased the speed of his strokes. He only gave Kate enough pleasure, enough orgasms, to keep her able and willing to accept this more grueling form of love. Fifteen, twenty minutes, yet another inch of depth; Maurice fucked away, slowing his strokes only when his delicious girl was on the verge of bringing him off.

Finally, Kate’s urgent moans of pleasure and cries of pain, the caresses of her tight body as her arms and legs wrapped themselves around him, these retreated with her exhaustion. It was time; Maurice made his strokes rapid fire at the end as he tossed another potent load inside his wife. His cock head was already feeling delightfully, exquisitely sensitive as this sex ended; this was a particularly great feeling when combined with his knowledge that the day was still young.

He had finished with his body towering over his diminutive wife, pressing her body against the church stage floor, her face reflecting bliss, confused surrender and a tinge of fear as it faced the crowd, caught between Maurice’s writhing torso and the floor. He shouted out with his pleasures, left his cock buried at its deepest yet as their strange afterglow lingered, yanked his glistening, ragingly hard rod out of Kate, kissed her again, whispered “pretty rose petal mouth” as he finished, dragged his lips down her body, lingered at her vagina.

Then, Maurice rolled over, a few feet to the right of the stage, his legs draped over the stage stairs, his cock still standing straight up as he laid back, resting on his elbows, eyeing his women in the crowd, one after another. He loved Katelyn, this he knew, but there were standards to be set, expectations to be met.

“I need to be sucked off!”, he bellowed to the party.
 
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Two women rose first, but Diana had been sitting on the edge of her seat in a front pew, paying peculiar attention to her daughter’s remarkable tryst with her brand new husband; she made it to the stage first. Her eyes met Maurice’s right before her hands grabbed his cock. He had instantly regathered his comfort with the perversity of the scene; he came out of that rediscovery even more aroused, his potency even more extreme.

“Oh God, feel you! You’re like a board, still!” Diana squeezed his shaft and began stroking it up and down. “You’re amazing!”

“All you beautiful, sexy women keep me that way.”

“I feel my pretty daughter’s cum on you,” Diana cooed softly. She reached over for the bottle of lube and playfully dripped a few drops over his cock head, then her palms began to draw the lube down his thick length. She fell silent as her hands got busy, appearing increasingly contemplative as she did so.

“You’re such a great catch. I can’t believe how lucky my family is.” She stroked for a while longer; pre-cum began to pool on the tip of Maurice’s cock head. “I wish I had married so well, so well. I tried to, but I didn’t know about you, about us, about this.” Diana looked over at her exhausted, sated daughter, laying prone at the other end of the stage.

“What a catch you have, Kate, what a catch! Do you know how lucky you are?” She stroked a few more strokes, then Diana stretched her lips over the head of Maurice’s penis, theatrically sucking the pre-cum away as she did so, and finished by kissing along the meatus and top of his shaft. “You’re really lucky, that’s how lucky you are!” Maurice groaned as Diana squeezed as hard as she could.

She had been unclear about how she would feel about this entire scene, but Diana was swept away by Maurice’s transcendent dimensions and his amazingly seductive ways. She pulled her gown down one of her shoulders and began to work the other one down, but Maurice said “No,” then looked to the right. “Ivana!”

The lovely gymnast had never sat down after rising to his earlier demand. She had been standing at the other side of the stage, near where Katelyn laid; the two had whispered to each other while Katelyn’s mom explored the groom. “I know, right?,” was the last thing Ivana was heard telling her younger partner before responding to her lover’s command.

This slightly older former teammate of the bride wore a bridesmaid dress with a mid-thigh hemline, revealing plenty of her lovely legs. As those legs strode over atop high heels, Maurice remembered wistfully the days when he had first begun pleasuring this beautiful Asian. Ivana’s body had been as adolescent, her sexual experience had been nearly as limited as Katelyn’s back then. Now, Maurice watched as her more womanly, roundly muscled legs made their way to him, and he felt warm memories of the wonderful experiences he and Ivana had provided to each other since their affair began two years previously. His index finger crooked her over to his face as she arrived; Ivana laid a big kiss on him, pressing his face between her palms, as Diana continued to stroke his dick.

“I’m ready for you now,” he told Ivana. “Get down on me.”
 

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The Asian took her own interpretation of that instruction. She pulled her panties off and straddled his face; Maurice’s head disappeared under her dress as he leaned back, resting on his elbows. In his excitement, he had forgotten that she needed his mouth to open and wetten her just so her small organ would become able to wrap itself tightly around him. Diana could guess what was coming next, but she did not want to retreat yet; curiosity was calling. As he ate out Ivana, Diana sped up her stroking of Maurice’s prick and focused it on the places she knew were most sensitive. His cock head oozed more pre-cum which was becoming thicker with sperm; this lubricating fluid began to jump ever so slightly from his widening tip. “What incredible love you have to give,” Diana said, almost to herself. She looked over at her daughter; Katelyn continued to lie back, still used up in sated exhaustion.

Ivana moved back; her ass pushed Diana’s hands aside. She grabbed Maurice’s cock with one hand and spread open her little cunt with the other. Soon, she was pushing her sex onto his as he laid on his back. Due to his amazing length she had to hold herself up well above his torso, her ass out and facing the audience, raised onto the balls of her feet, her calf muscles full with the effort. After Maurice’s cock gained this new purchase, Ivana pulled her dress off over her head; her lats and shoulders were also full, giving the girl the beginnings of an hourglass figure from behind. She began to run herself over him more deeply and quickly, but her vagina was shallow. More than half of his thick, vein-covered length was visible to the audience as she took her first orgasm; she ejaculated slightly, and her copious juices were quickly stirred, creating a foamy ring on his shaft.

Diana had moved back just a few feet and was fascinated and aroused by the sex of these unusually matched, beautifully-bodied lovers. She saw Ivana as a slightly older and larger version of her daughter, a sharp Asian-American gymnast, one whose family had held similar high moral and religious standards as hers, standards which each girl had found less useful when faced with the singular opportunities offered by this transcendent lover. This shared witnessing of Ivana and Maurice in their glorious love could be viewed as bewildering when considering it was happening in the wake of the bride and groom bringing each other to multiple orgasms. However, her new son-in-law’s palpable excitement and ability to excite Ivana under these circumstances spoke well for the prospect of Kate’s ability to excite and be excited by her husband, and Maurice’s overwhelming potency would see to it that Kate would get all the love she could take.

It was Maurice, Maurice and his singular ways, which had torn their facades away; his ways were keeping the promises that had convinced each of his women in the church to participate in this unfolding plan for the wedding party. Diana had seen the other women in the audience who were Maurice’s invitees. She had found it surprising, disturbing and not a little unbelievable to see the collection of women enter. Did his abilities really support this level of audacity? The evidence so far suggested that anything was possible.

Diana was shaken from her reverie by more of this evidence: Ivana’s juices continued to flow down her man’s shaft and her moans of pleasure increased as her first orgasm merged into a bigger second one. “Oh, you’ve got my SPOT, my SPOT!,” she screamed out; Diana immediately knew Maurice’s lover was referencing her G-spot, as Diana had enjoyed many of her own G-spot orgasms with him. Less than five minutes into this intercourse with Ivana, and with his bride already having brought him off thrice, the groom was suddenly moaning with his own quick orgasm. “Fuck, girl, what you DO!”, he bellowed as his cum filled Ivana, as she continued to hold herself atop his thick length as they rolled their hips together, as his toss trickled out of her and down his shaft.

The audience saw Maurice’s hands wrap around Ivana’s waist and pull her up to him; this uncovered his cum-flecked cock again, still ragingly hard. Their view of the lovers’ kisses were blocked as their lower bodies faced out to the pews, but the wedding party could hear the sounds of the lovers' mouths meeting in between their laughter.

Suddenly, one of his arms wrapped around her waist and he stood up; he held Ivana up against him, continuing their kisses, then pulled her tight against the side of his torso. He faced out to the people in the pews, his body glowing, his cock continuing its excited, slightly upward curve. He knew which women in the audience he wanted next, but his wife deserved his attentions first.

Maurice lowered Ivana down; her feet found the church stage again; he shared one more open-mouthed kiss with her. He moved away from the naked, beautifully-bodied girl, to his right, toward Katelyn.
 
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His new wife received him with a strange mix of love, affection, bewilderment and anxiety. She was overwhelmingly convinced that her earlier wish to have him for herself, to have him in private, would not hold. Kate understood now, in ways unavailable to her before she experienced their sex, why Maurice would remain such an unbound man.

“I don’t think I’m ready for you yet,” she told him as he grabbed her hips and moved his face to hers. She saw that massive, maintained erection. She knew little about sex, but she knew that men were supposed to go soft after their orgasm. Katelyn knew that Maurice was more extraordinary, but there was no way she could have been prepared for this.

He extended his full, ripe lips to hers; he pressed them together, and held this intimate moment. This kiss calmed them both down. “It’s OK, I know what to do,” he reassured Kate.

One of his hands moved from her hip to her pussy, rubbing her organ in a circular motion as his mouth kissed its way down her torso and met this hand. He caressed and stroked her body again as his mouth opened her brand-new cunt again. The tip of Maurice’s long tongue went from her labia and clit to her vagina; it dove in. Katelyn discovered she was ready for this.

Maurice had given many females G-spot orgasms while going down on them, but this had been achieved by the simultaneous use of his fingers. Now, he felt inspired by his excitement, by the scene, and by his discovery while dismantling Kate with his dick that her G-spot was shallowly placed in her vagina. His massive cock head and thick shaft were finely compatible with this part of her anatomy.

That didn’t make it easy for his long, strong tongue to push her walls aside and stroke the mound of her spot, but he managed to do so. This first orgasm happened quickly, and its intensity was surprising to Katelyn. She had felt spent by him; now her confidence and desires were rebuilding. His tongue continued to push; its tip arched to find the most pleasurable places inside her; his lips skillfully grazed her clit and vagina lips, swelling these parts and bringing her off harder with each orgasm. Her legs opened more fully; her toes pointed and her feet rested on his shoulders; her palms wrapped around the back of her husband’s head as he brought her off for the fourth and fifth times this go-round.

He pulled his tongue from her; he kissed her groin, thighs, hips; he stood up. Maurice’s cock was oozing cum from its head again.

“Time for some more fucking,” he said. His eyes moved from Katelyn’s prostate, writhing body and searching face to the wedding party.

“Siqi!” he said.
 
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Katelyn had seen Siqi once before, at a junior meet a couple of years ago; the extremely pretty Chinese gymnast had grown very little since then. She had made the national team since then, and the bride was expecting to see Siqi at the World Championships later that year. But here she was, at Kate’s wedding.

She was even slighter and shorter than the bride. As she ascended to the stage and took Maurice’s hand, their contrasting sizes made their pairing appear more than improbable. This was emphasized by the Chinese girl’s modest dress and short skirt, which revealed a very thin girl who barely looked adolescent. That short skirt did reveal to Diana the center of Maurice’s desire for the girl, his ability to imagine the possibilities: Siqi’s calves were full and round, rising from tiny, birdlike feet and ankles. Diana knew Maurice’s tastes in women; this girl, while strongly pushing his barriers in diminutiveness, met some of Maurice’s tastes.

That face; yes, she could see Siqi’s doll face, full mouth and big, dark eyes met his tastes as well. Diana wondered what that face would look like in the middle of Maurice’s pleasuring of her. Maurice made women; how could this girl, even more of a girl than Diana’s daughter, be made to be womanly enough to take this man of men?

He showed them. It started with a vibrator, a new one he had used during his most recent trip to China, one which had helped open a few members of their team, one that Siqi had taken to very well. He laid her back on the stage now, reached under her dress and pulled her panties off, and lifted up her skirt so they all could see. The girl opened her legs, displaying a vagina much more mature and prominent than could have been expected. Maurice kneeled at her side and left the trembling tip of the tool on her clit, kissing her mouth, face and neck as he did so, until these stimulations brought the girl off twice.

Next, he dipped the vibrator inside her body and laid down next to her at a place that provided her access to his tremendous organ. It was apparent to all the spectators that these two were mutually familiar with each other; the amazing dimensions of Maurice’s cock and Ziqi’s small stature did not overwhelm her. She immediately began to run her mouth along his shaft and gripped her hands along the top and bottom of his length; this caused Maurice to sigh with pleasure. He sped up the thrusting of the big vibrator, and Ziqi’s work on his prick was interrupted as her head fell back, her legs closed around the pleasure stick, and she screamed out with this latest orgasm.

Now it was her turn to kneel next to her lover. He laid back for a minute as the tiny Asian sucked his cock, stretching her small mouth over the head of his penis and using her hands to caress his shaft and balls. Maurice became impatient; he wanted this woman, and the ones still to come. He sat up and gave her the bottle of lube; her small hands did quick work, covering his thick length with the precious fluid.

He grabbed her waist and moved Ziqi into reverse cowgirl position. The sight of this very slight, extremely beautiful girl facing out to the audience as the man’s monstrous penis began to take her was upsetting and mesmerizing. Collective memories of her unnaturally mature vagina, along with the lovers’ extreme mutual arousal and the lube, helped explain the prompt disappearance of his mushroom head inside her. Maurice worked his cock in sharp, smooth, quick jabs, digging more deeply inside the girl with each stroke. Ziqi’s face broke out in a wide smile; the women in the audience felt a shared, intense longing as their lover’s dick hit home, as he began to bring the girl off. He uses his cock so nicely, so gently, so strongly, so beautifully, his new mother-in-law thought.

The sensitivity Maurice had felt from his cock head had been increasing all morning. Now, with his tiny Chinese lover having won the top half of him, having won the banging and rubbing of his thick tip against her cervix, he now felt a more urgent, constant burning from that head. As Ziqi cried out with the latest of her multiple orgasms, as the walls of her cunt spasmed and shook over him, he gripped her waist more tightly, his fingers and thumbs meeting around her front and back. He had only been inside her for four minutes, but her charms had broken him down.

“DELICIOUS!”, Maurice shouted out just before his orgasm came. The rest was wordless, mutual moaning as he buried another thick load of cum inside another sexy girl. Ziqi's smile became even more wide and prideful as she felt her wonderful man finishing inside her.
 

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The burning physical need that Maurice’s women felt in their sexual organs, both in anticipation of his love and then in continual rapturous adoration of that love once they were in the middle of their taking and being taken by him, was now being felt by him as well. The head of his massive prick had been affected by the stroking, the sucking, the repeated taking of his virgin bride and the takings by a series of airtight girls. Maurice was beginning to experience this as a physical irritant, an irritant that his instincts drove him to understand that he could only resolve through more fucking, more fucking, and more fucking.

He lifted Siqi off his ragingly hard erection; the tiny girl’s organ made a sound in reaction to the sudden withdrawal which was audible to the assembly. He flipped her around to face him; Maurice kissed and caressed the striking Asian through the afterglow of their lovemaking. Then he got up off his back and crawled the short distance to Katelyn.

His wife was bothered by the implications of all she was seeing, but Kate was also hungry for more love, and astounded by her man’s ability to please. She also had now gone over 15 minutes since her husband had opened her body with his cock, since she had felt the amazing power of their bodies quivering together in orgasm, since she had experienced the wondrous feeling of his cock shaking off its spunk inside her.

She was already warm, but Maurice heated up Kate with his hands, with his mouth, with his declarations of love and recognitions of her beauty. Yes, these statements of devotion were being made by the man who had just fucked other girls in front of her, the man who had ordered her own mother to suck her juices off his cock, the man who appeared to have seeded the wedding party with his lovers. These things which would have been repellent to her before this amazing morning were now becoming easily accepted into her worldview, her expectations of love.

After another set of orgasms from his cunnniligus, Katelyn was ready for Maurice’s cock again. Her small, brand new organ still struggled to accommodate her husband’s gift as he mounted her, but it managed just fine through the wonders of the human body, its drive to copulate, and the exquisite match these two had struck.

His steady, gentle stroking brought Kate off again; then Maurice rolled them over and guided her to thrust her hips over him, to continue her self-education in rapture. She was already becoming tired and sore again, but her instincts drove her to fuck, to love, to cum again, and again. In moving their position, Maurice had moved them into profile. This gave the crowd a new sight of the bride’s little muscular bubble butt as it flared and quivered with her thrusts. This position also allowed the groom to turn his head to the crowd as Kate’s head rocked back in reaction to finding a new set of multiple orgasms.

Maurice caught the eye of Larisa, the lithe Lithuanian gymnast. He said “Noriu fuck your ass kitą. Gauk pasirengę mums.”
 

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Larisa giggled with the invitation, with the recognition of Maurice’s desire to learn her language, and in amusement with his poor accenting. She moved to the stage; Maurice moaned as he allowed Katelyn to take him closer to their next mutual orgasm. This distracted the audience as they recognized the audacity of his order. It wasn’t just that they wondered how Larisa could jump to his order, and how the two could accommodate it given their preposterous size difference. The audience was also left thunderstruck by how unmoored they were from society and its sexual morality. Shouldn’t someone be calling the police? The pastor, for instance? Katelyn’s father?

They would have thought so, before. Before this. Instead, they were collectively experiencing what was usually experienced one by one, woman by woman, family member by friend by family member. Maurice’s astounding physical dimensions and qualities, his sexual skills, his extreme and particular charisma, the instinctive reaction to Maurice’s assertions of alpha to their deltas: it all resulted in an annihilation of their sexual borders.

The part of Maurice’s order that was hidden behind the language barrier was revealed soon after Larisa pulled her short sheath dress over her head and her panties down her legs. The lovely-bodied Lithuanian took the vibrator her lover had used with Siqi and began to pleasure herself with it. Kate’s orgasms occupied her as her teammate in love buzzed her clit, then plunged it into her quim until she came. Larisa then found the lube and spread it over the huge machine, wiping the top of the bottle with her fingertip and stroking the outside of her anus with that tip.

Maurice timed the end of his latest session of love with Katelyn to coincide with Larisa’s mutual moans as she took herself with the vibrator. First the Lithuanian’s moans and mutterings came from the pain of the big vibrator as she made it violate her ass, then they were with the pleasure of orgasm as her anus dilated.

The groom pulled at his bride’s little breasts as he triumphantly came inside Kate again. He took the brief time necessary to kiss, caress and attend to his wife as they whimpered in the afterglow, then he lifted her off him, laid her aside, and proceeded stage right to his next lover. Maurice moved on his back next to Larisa; she kissed his mouth, then the tip of his erection, as she finished with the vibrator. She dropped saliva over his organ and abandoned the device, making room for her black American’s cock to take its place in her ass.

Larisa mounted him at first, getting his tremendous penis to take a secure place in her body, but soon the burning desire in Maurice caused him to move them over on their sides. They faced the audience as the tremendous man placed his arms alongside hers and wrapped his hands over the front of her shoulders. This provided leverage that allowed him to force two more inches of his penis into the little Lithuanian; the crowd saw the terror, abandonment and pleasure in Larisa’s face as he began, against all odds, to bring this girl off as well.

He got the girl on all fours, taking her ass as he grabbed her hips and crouched over her. Next, he kept his cruel cock buried in her as he lifted her feather-like body up, spreading Larisa’s legs open to the audience, showing her moistening vagina to the crowd and making it easier to keep her ass open to the taking. Finally, he placed her back atop him and allowed her to find the best depth, angle and rhythm for herself. "Damn, girl, get it!" Maurice encouraged her as her ass came, as it suddenly took more of his length, as it spasmed and gripped him.

When Maurice and Larisa had first met each other, she had been almost as waiflike as Siqi. Now, she was the tallest of his lovers so far that day, and he had long recognized something that the audience was now seeing as her body trembled in this pleasuring: for such a thin girl, her ass was remarkably prominent, muscular, gorgeous. He had a good eye; it was undeniable. This impression added to the wonder of their bodies together, entangled in love, as they came together, as Maurice’s sperm overflowed out of Larisa’s ass, trickling down the extra length of his shaft, inches which could not be accommodated by this part of her.

They were still occupied with their rapturous afterglow when Diana could be heard from the pews. “I need to clean him off now so he can be safe for my daughter again.”
 
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All of the morning’s events had thoroughly wettened the cunt of Maurice’s new mother-in-law. What little desire left unbuilt in Diana was found through her stroking of soap and water over his erection in the church bathroom. She moved past that pretense soon after rinsing off the soap, putting her mouth on his prick again. His cock head continued to burn with the heavy use; more fucking was necessary.

“My girl, she married so well. I’m so happy we get to enjoy you in our family now.” He took Diana standing up, lifting her off the floor and wriggling their middles together as their love deepened. He was anxious to get back to his new bride, his parade of women waiting in the pews; he concentrated on getting himself off quickly. Three minutes after spreading Diana’s cunt open, he allowed her to take his cum again. “FUCK!”, he shouted in triumph; their sounds of pleasure echoed off the bathroom walls.

Another fucking of Katelyn followed. Her body and organ were beginning to wear down under his ministrations now; he brought his bride off again, but she would soon become unable to carry this role in the day’s adventures. Diana knew something of her new son-in-law, but hope sprung eternal, and she took pleasure in the observation that Maurice had exclusively loved very petite, exotic women so far. This boded well for the future of her daughter’s marriage and love life, Diana thought to herself.

These suppositions were thrown off by the next two women Maurice fucked in between his takings of Kate. Becca was the homely, white Midwestern girl with the improbably well-suited body for Maurice’s tastes. He had begun with her after his first set of ravishings of Samantha on page 9 of part 1 of his story:

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She had become a top-shelf competitor; no wonder, with that unusual, athletic body of hers. She had also become a friend and mentor for Katelyn, years before the younger girl and Maurice were on each other’s radar. During that time, injury had stopped Becca’s career, but her friendship with Katelyn had deepened; she was among the people Kate quizzed as she considered proposing to the gorgeous black man. That friendship placed her in the role of the bridesmaid that day; in turn, her friendship with Maurice placed her in the role of his next lover that morning.

Becca’s body was already beginning to become less spectacular; her injury-related inability to maintain her training regimen and her move to a more standard diet were causing her body to become more ordinary. As Maurice took her cunt from behind, wiggling her clit with his middle finger and bringing her off hard right away, he felt that he wouldn’t be fucking her after that day; she was drifting below his standard of exquisiteness. Society might consider it cruel, but Katelyn and many superb others had supplanted Becca. Time and love were precious commodities; if Becca’s body were to return to exquisiteness, she might become worthy again. As he tossed his sperm inside her, he wasn’t counting on that return; goodbye, Becca, he thought to himself.

Maurice loved the look of bewildered pleasure on Katelyn’s face as he fucked her yet again immediately after withdrawing his love from Becca.

“Yes, my wife, my love, I know you’re completely exhausted and sore. It’s OK, you don’t have to work for your next orgasm. I’ll bring you off, right before I fuck another woman; that’s the man you married.”

It was the slight widening of the top of Maurice’s shaft and cock head as his body prepared to release another load of copious, potent seed that brought Kate to delightful orgasm with her husband again.
 

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UMMMmmmmmm! Felt as if I have been fucked hard by Maurice's big cock while going through the last parts of the story! All the time I was stroking my clit and nips and reached a voluptuous orgasm!
 

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UMMMmmmmmm! Felt as if I have been fucked hard by Maurice's big cock while going through the last parts of the story! All the time I was stroking my clit and nips and reached a voluptuous orgasm!
 

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I just want to say I love this story, because sexual stamina has always been one of my favorite story elements, so seeing Maurice take girl after girl after girl, wear them out and still be raring to go after who knows how many times he's cum, like he's nothing more than a robot sent out to fuck women's brains out one after another after another, I love that kind of thing! The only thing I would love more is if there was a woman out there who could outlast him! :)
 

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Ally was the last woman responding to Maurice’s call during this ceremony. She was a tall, extra-curvy Eurasian and an extremely popular body model. She was the sort of top-shelf woman who felt deserving of the attention of top-shelf men, but Ally was among those fortunate enough to have gained love from the man who resided alone on the highest shelf.

Sitting in the audience, she had felt a peculiar mix of disgust that she was being made to wait while Maurice prioritized less worthy girls before her, a disgust which became mixed and largely supplanted by fascination and, finally, admiration. These petite young things were certainly behaving as the fullest of women, pleasing and being pleased by their tremendous man; worry Ally had harbored that these women would spend the best of Maurice slowly left her as she watched her lover become more excited, more potent, as the morning moved on. This was hard to believe, but it was happening before her eyes.

Next, it was happening inside Ally’s body. The love Maurice’s previous lovers had given him had made his cock swollen, thickening it ever so slightly for Ally. This took a while to give Ally benefit; while she was much larger than the other girls, her vagina was not, and it took her some time to fit her body around his monstrous cock head, and then the top of his shaft. Fortunately, Maurice’s extra-long erection remained extremely hard, which in combination with the bottled lubrication gave the lovers the leverage they needed for him to pry Ally’s body open.

Now it was the time when Maurice’s thickened cock began to bring its value to the big-breasted woman. At 5’ 10”, Ally towered over the other girls that morning, but Maurice towered over her; it was remarkable to watch him dominate the big woman, physically and sexually. She laid back and wrapped her long, full legs around her black man as he began to speed his thrusts, to open her cunt. Inch after inch sank inside Ally; she quickly was made to cry out in the accustomed mix of pain and pleasure. He displayed less gentleness and patience with his massive unit during this lovemaking, though.

“Wow, something’s stirred for you, huh?...OhmiGod, Maurice, you’re big and deep, oh, TOO DEEP! Slow, slower, shallow…oh, shit, you’re FUCKING me!” It was frightening and thrilling for Ally that this man was able to maintain such incredible lovemaking performance, such keen excitement for her, even after many more than a dozen orgasms and a string of women in short notice. It felt as if Maurice was taking leave from the abilities of mortal men; his capacity to love was so superior.

This, then, is one of the things that made it possible for his seven women that morning to accept Maurice’s transgressive plans in advance, and that made them willing accomplices even when the transgressions played themselves out even more extremely than they could have imagined. Kate and Diana were willing to accommodate the extreme lifestyle of their new family member from their new, advantaged position. The others were there in happy confirmation that Maurice’s shocking status as a married man would not close off their access to his uniquely valuable love.

For his part, Maurice had chosen this set of mistresses with purpose. Ivana would be reporting back to the larger universe of older gymnasts; Ziqi and Larisa would be reporting back to the Asian and European elite gymnastic worlds; Ally would be the reporter of his continued extreme excitement by and availability to more maturely built women, his new mother-in-law included. Maurice was married, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

He wasn’t going anywhere, but he was letting himself go inside Ally. His cock head was burning delightfully with all this use; the lead-up into this orgasm was long and delightful. “Fuck, you’re getting me OFF!...Oh, SHIT, girl, do that!...Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…”; Maurice exclaimed and groaned away as he continued his rapid-fire thrusts all the way through his toss with Ally, as his palms were filled by her massive breasts and curvy ass. She screamed as he drove his cock deeply, as the release of his cum broadened his head and shaft again, as her own huge, simultaneous orgasm was brought off by all this.

He finished the morning on stage with one last loving of his bride. Now it was back to Maurice’s more patient, gentle use of his cock; now it was back to the remounting of the groom by his extra-petite bride; now it was the tremendous chemistry and persuasive abilities of Kate’s man overcoming all that disturbed her that day. These abilities, along with his tremendous skills, potency, passion and cock size, revived the little Asian, brought her off, brought her off again and again, gave her the stamina to make it through another ten minutes of riding her husband’s thick length, brought Kate into keener awareness that Maurice had loved her much more fully than his other women that morning, gave her the will and great desire to bring him to orgasm inside her one last time on the stage of the church.
 
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It took an hour for everyone to make their way across town for the reception. That party was relatively small, made up from additional family members of the bride, Kate’s closest friends among her gymmates and classmates, and their parents. Many of the girls knew Maurice very well; so did some of their mothers and sisters. For those who had not been brought into knowledge of Kate’s new love, the sight of the bride and groom walking into the hall was shocking. For them, Maurice’s toast was a cryptic, disturbing taunt: “I’d like to thank Kate and her family for opening themselves up to me. I’m glad to be inside. To fascinating adventures in love.” He sealed the toast by leaning down, way down, to kiss Kate, building a peck into an open-mouthed kiss, his long tongue working its way into the bride.

They honeymooned for a week at a Central American beach resort; Kate chose the location. Maurice secretly invited Robin, a black-haired actress with awesome legs, to the beach as well; she rented a place at the other end of the resort, with full initial knowledge of the scene she was joining. As for Kate, he wanted to stabilize his bride’s view of their love by giving her the romantic honeymoon she desired, so he would keep this trip’s escapades hidden from her.

Maurice began to seize each day in the early morning hours by initiating long foreplay sessions with Kate, followed by longer screws. The first full day at the resort started this way at three in the morning; the sun was coming up when the newlyweds finished fucking each other back to sleep. Her satisfied, exhausted slumber continued as Maurice rose, restless; it was impossible for him to hide the giant erection in his shorts as he walked across the resort to Robin’s place. Guests noticed.

They noticed even more after Maurice quickly returned from his ravishing of Robin. The newlyweds made their way to the beach, each in skimpy beach wear. The slim, hard-bodied Asian teen, less than five feet tall, made a huge scene with her 7-foot, mature, young, dark black man. Even though their public displays of affection were relatively demure, they were sexual enough for everyone to understand against understanding. Those who had seen Maurice during his earlier aroused excursion were greatly disturbed by the ideas they were being made to confront. For the most beautiful of the women, other strong emotions rose as well.

The two would edge off the beach from their daily sunbathings that week. They found a private place along the treeline for a couple of their lovemakings; on another day, they ascended a steep ridge and fucked while overlooking the ocean. Kate was a quick learner, and a wonderful lover for Maurice; the girl's tight body and clever will got his imagination and desire going. She was a prime beneficiary of his inventive visions and abilities, but not the only one.
 
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“Goddamn, brother, you are even better than usual, and that’s incredible,” Robin said. “What’s going on with you?”

“Women, man. You’ve got me. I just can’t get enough. This link I feel with you all- you just inspire me.”

“You make me wish I could keep up with you.”

He thought about this for a moment. “That is something that’s been out of my reach. I feel special tenderness toward you. And Kate, and others. Women are all special, but some of you light me up particularly, and I think sometimes what it would be like to…just keep on with you. But that’s asking you to have qualities you don’t have, and I’m just fine and accepting of the qualities you do have. Women think they can fuck longer than men, but I’m the exception- you just break down. And in exchange for what’s out of my reach, there’s so much more within my reach.”

“Maybe I would have never been reached by you if you had been able to stay on with a woman.”

“Well, that’s true. Undeniably.”

“What about your wife?”

“I love her, love her to pieces. I…”. He trailed off; he was mindful of something he decided not to share. Leave some dignity for Kate.

“It’s kind of amazing. I wonder what you two look like, act like together. The way you leave me a smoking wreck, I wonder how it’s possible for that little one to love you, of all people.”

“There’s a unique beauty to it. I know it’s a bit freaky with our size thing, but overcoming our differences so that we can bring together our similarities, and getting to have that…thing we both need. It’s unspeakable, really- I’m doing my best to describe it.”

“You think I could see you two together?” Robin wanted to understand, and she wanted to indulge her fascination.

Maurice thought again. “Not with Kate knowing. That wedding day confused her. I want to let that part of her heal.”

Arrangements were made. Maurice would bring his love to an open cabana around sunlight. First, though, Maurice made the sultry actress’ voice even huskier, bringing her off again and again until her shouts made her hoarse.
 

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Robin edged toward the cabana as dawn broke. Only Maurice can make me do these things, she thought. Hell, he’s the only one who makes me feel this way. Finally, He’s the only one who can do what he does.

She heard urgent, conspirational whispers before she was able to witness the scene; “Oh, shit, lover!” was the first thing Robin heard clearly. The voice didn’t sound like that of a very young woman.

The first thing visible to Robin from behind a bar in the cabana were Maurice’s feet and legs, extended out. She soon saw Maurice on a recliner, with a truly beautiful, middle-aged woman on his lap; she was straddling his big body, rocking herself up and down on his length furiously. He was holding his pelvis still and high for now, giving the woman full access to his length. I know how good that feels when he does that, Robin thought. Gives the woman power and control. And pleasure, such pleasure!

Sure enough, the woman- not Kate, damnit, but wow, she’s sexy all right- began to cum on his cock mere seconds after Robin began witnessing the scene. She had to ride Maurice high; Robin could hear her make the guttural sounds that came from cock head striking cervix, but there was still plenty of uncovered shaft. This gave the woman access to kissing her towering lover as she fucked him; their kisses were interrupted when her orgasms become so strong that she needed to cry out.

Robin repositioned herself so that, from her slight distance, she was directly behind the woman as Maurice allowed her to bring him off. As she moved into this spot, Maurice spotted Robin; she could have sworn that she saw him wink at her through the growing morning light. Then his attention was fully returned to his lover as he extended his lips out, mimicking a kiss; that what he does when he’s getting ready to toss, Robin knew. Sure enough, the familiar bellows rose from him, the woman took the exquisite moment as well, the thick sperm rolled down the uncovered portion of his shaft.

“Oh, God, I need this! I need this all the time!”, the woman said as their breath gathered.

”Take what we can get,” Maurice responded. “Plenty here.”

She kissed him again, then lifted herself off his middle. Their mutual ejaculate could be seen on his cock; a pool of it lay on his lap. Robin looked at the floor below the lovers; it also showed the woman’s sex flow.

She positioned herself along his side while kissing, biting and licking his length and handling it lovingly with her hands. Robin saw a very big wedding ring on the woman’s left hand. “So much the best,” she said. “Look at that fucking thing! This beautiful organ you have.”

“It’s yours. Enjoy.”

“But it’s not. That child gets it. How can you be truly loved by such a child?”

“It’s OK, you don’t have to understand, just accept. It works with me and Kate. She’s plenty of woman.”

You made her that way, Robin thought.

“The first time I saw you, you were walking with her. It made me burn inside. I want you for me. Don’t I take care of you?”

“It’s OK, Rachel. This is OK for us.”

She hesitated; Robin listened carefully. She could hear the woman’s internal struggle. “You can’t just do this. I get here, I’m with my husband, he’s the only man I’ve been with my whole life, and then you make me feel these things.”

“You’re doing it just fine.”

Robin fell silent for a beat; she stroked his cock with both hands. Finally, she filled her mouth with his cock head again. “That’s niiiice,” Maurice said.

The woman’s actions on his cock became more frantic and furious; finally, she brought her mouth back off him. She looked back up at the tremendous man; she was becoming weepy.

“Hey, come here,” Maurice said. He sat up, leaned toward her, wrapped one huge hand gently around the back of her head, fingers tangled in her long, wavy brunette hair; he kissed her on the mouth gently, tenderly, then kissed her cheeks, eyes, forehead, kissing away the woman’s tears.

“I love you, Rachel. This is just my way. It’s a good way for you, isn’t it?”

She laughed shakily; she was coming around. “Sure is!,” she finally said, hopefully but emotionally.

“Here, lay back. Let’s just think about you this time.” The two stood up to exchange positions on the recliner. Robin looked at their bodies as they stood; God, their bodies are both so extremely beautiful, she thought. She took her extreme admiration for the woman’s beauty, then placed it in the context of the woman’ life as she described it: a virgin bride decades ago, a trip abroad, a pure and willing abandonment of her lifelong monogamy, a deep and immediate love. Was her husband here? What must that scene look like, as she returns to him from this early morning ravishing?

Was anything beyond this man’s reach? Robin couldn’t even feel angry about being deprived of the scene that Maurice had promised; this one had provided a different form of rapture.

Rachel opened her legs wide; her lover sank his mouth into her middle; his hands wrapped around her womanly hips. “Oh, yes, you know what you’re doing down there,” she cooed. Robin slowly moved away, the sounds of the lovers fading in the distance. As she walked away dreamily, she took great satisfaction and relief in having her large black dildo waiting for her in the room; she would need it until Maurice was able to visit her again, cleansed and covered by the love and fluids of his wife and lovers.
 
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Despite his extracurricular activity, Maurice had provided plenty of love for his new wife. She returned from their honeymoon a changed female; her organ was being drawn out, being quickly changed from a girl’s sex to a woman’s.

The habits Kate and Maurice formed during the honeymoon continued. A much larger bed was waiting for them, sitting starkly in the middle of the newly insulated, soundproofed garage; Diana had made these home improvements while the couple was away. They would fall asleep together; his restless libido would wake him. He would begin in the morning darkness with loving foreplay, followed by loving, lengthy fucking. He stroked his copious seed into the little gymnast, over and over again, until she fell away, sated and sore. With Kate temporarily incapable of continuing to pleasure him, some of the rest of Maurice’s days were open to others. Diana was a frequent recipient of Maurice’s extra time and passion; they almost always had their times in Diana’s bed, which spared Kate the direct sight of her own mother taking these pleasures.

Kate abandoned the gym. Her body remained lean and muscular, but this came from her love with Maurice rather than the extreme dietary and exercise disciplines of her previous competitive life. Maurice had taken hundreds of gymnasts while they were in elite contest conditions; he knew that they were the rare young women whose fertility, unlike their sex, was so latent it was unavailable, even to him. This had been a handy thing, allowing him and his beautiful girls to carry on without the interruptions of pregnancies. He knew what Kate’s drift away from the gym would bring, and he was fine, more than fine with that. Married life provided a certain sweetness, but reasserting his sexual autonomy also had value. There was also the constant, undeniable human instinct to honor copulation’s basic purpose.

Thanksgiving was hosted at Kate’s house. Her father and brothers, who had remained on the West Coast when Kate and Diana moved to Texas to pursue the girl’s gymnastics, had flown in, along with other extended family members. This holiday tradition had changed, though. Kate did not circulate for many hours. Diana had brought in a cook to take her usual role as preparer of the meal. She periodically walked in and out of the door to the garage, keeping the door tight around her as she entered and exited that newly secret room.

Relatives asked what was going on in the garage; Diana alternated between sly smiles and nervous refusals to explain. Maurice was seen exiting the garage twice during the morning hours; each time, he moved quickly and silently to the master bathroom, which had also been remodeled with an extra-large Jacuzzi, returning to the garage after brief showers.

Kate finally came out to visit with the family during the noon hour. Her aunt Shelly took her aside and asked, “Are you in there with your husband?”

“Yeah, it’s a great morning! I can’t wait for you to meet Maurice.”

“Apparently you can wait. You’ve been in there a long time. What’s happening in there?”

“We’ve been making love since six.”

“That’s not possible. No man does that.”

“Yeah, but it’s true. We’re excited by each other, and he’s special. Mom said he’s real special.”

Shelly had heard rumors about the wild wedding, but those images sounded preposterous. Until now. “Why has Maurice gone to the bathroom a couple of times and not spoken with us?”

Kate explained, “We’ve been having ass sex for the first time this morning, and we're washing his cock off after each time.”

Her aunt was shocked. Yes, her niece had been showing an interest in boys for a while, but she had also been chaste. This talk was unlike her.

Seeing the reaction on Shelly’s face, Kate reassured her, “It’s OK. He’s so good and loving in what he does. He’s taken his time all the way, and he makes me feel so great. Happy for me?”

Dumbfounded and worried, more like. But Kate was of age, and Shelly knew her sister had been watchful on Kate’s behalf when her suitor began his courting.

Kate moved on to talk with other relatives. Shelly was left disoriented, all the more so when she realized that Diana and Maurice were the only ones in the house who were not mixing with the guests.
 
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