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"Yes", Samantha said.
He found her at the cafeteria lunch table and had asked her if she would go to the prom with him and allow him to drive her to Texas and the camp. The table full of girlfriends were shocked and disturbed by her answer to the dark man.
"Robbie's right over there- he can see this!", Gina stage-whispered in Samantha's ear. "Sam, I thought you were going with him to the prom!" The young beauty's large blue eyes stayed fixed on her mother's lover as she answered, "Robbie will do fine with someone else." She took the towering man's extended hand and walked off beside him before campus security could respond. The rumor mill spun wildly around the school that day, and would continue for the rest of the summer. Robbie had seen the whole thing, and was left to his own to figure out what was going on.
The two drove to her family's house and kissed deeply as soon as the front door closed. First, he bent down to meet her face nearly two feet below, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the side of her face against his as he stood back up to his full height, sweeping her feet high off the floor. Her strong legs wrapped tightly around the sides of his waist. His massive prick pressed out against his pants; as Samantha slid back down his body, his cock head pressed against Samantha's crotch through their pants. She gasped and whispered; he put his hands around her waist and lifted her back up, filling her open mouth again with his lips and tongue.
"You're amazing. When we can make love, it's going to be sooo goood."
"I like this," Samantha said. "Can't we now?"
"You're of age soon, right?"
"My birthday's Thursday."
"We'll have a real celebration then."
They kissed for another few minutes, their bodies coming ever closer, wetter and more open through their clothes, until he finally pulled the beautiful girl off of him and left the house. Samantha lit into her bedroom, locked the door, and played with herself for hours, bringing herself off again and again.
She continued even when her sister knocked on the door and asked why she had mot made gym practice.
She continued even when her father asked through the door if she was coming out for dinner.
She continued even when Robbie called to ask her if they were still going to the prom. Samantha turned the ring from tone to vibrate as he called again and again, pressing the phone against her clit as her fingers continued their wonderful work.
He found her at the cafeteria lunch table and had asked her if she would go to the prom with him and allow him to drive her to Texas and the camp. The table full of girlfriends were shocked and disturbed by her answer to the dark man.
"Robbie's right over there- he can see this!", Gina stage-whispered in Samantha's ear. "Sam, I thought you were going with him to the prom!" The young beauty's large blue eyes stayed fixed on her mother's lover as she answered, "Robbie will do fine with someone else." She took the towering man's extended hand and walked off beside him before campus security could respond. The rumor mill spun wildly around the school that day, and would continue for the rest of the summer. Robbie had seen the whole thing, and was left to his own to figure out what was going on.
The two drove to her family's house and kissed deeply as soon as the front door closed. First, he bent down to meet her face nearly two feet below, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the side of her face against his as he stood back up to his full height, sweeping her feet high off the floor. Her strong legs wrapped tightly around the sides of his waist. His massive prick pressed out against his pants; as Samantha slid back down his body, his cock head pressed against Samantha's crotch through their pants. She gasped and whispered; he put his hands around her waist and lifted her back up, filling her open mouth again with his lips and tongue.
"You're amazing. When we can make love, it's going to be sooo goood."
"I like this," Samantha said. "Can't we now?"
"You're of age soon, right?"
"My birthday's Thursday."
"We'll have a real celebration then."
They kissed for another few minutes, their bodies coming ever closer, wetter and more open through their clothes, until he finally pulled the beautiful girl off of him and left the house. Samantha lit into her bedroom, locked the door, and played with herself for hours, bringing herself off again and again.
She continued even when her sister knocked on the door and asked why she had mot made gym practice.
She continued even when her father asked through the door if she was coming out for dinner.
She continued even when Robbie called to ask her if they were still going to the prom. Samantha turned the ring from tone to vibrate as he called again and again, pressing the phone against her clit as her fingers continued their wonderful work.
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Wednesday night, she left gym practice and drove straight to his hotel room. They kissed again and caressed each other through their clothes until 11:30, then their clothes began to slowly come off as midnight approached. They set the alarm on the clock next to the bed; when it began to go off, so did their underwear. Her hands caressed his cock for a few seconds, then he moved her back onto the bed and stepped back, his cock rock-hard and oozing pre-cum.
"I've been seeing you for a while, and now you're here. I think you're going to blow my mind. Look how beautiful and tasty you are. I like your strong body, your pretty face." Samantha smiled her biggest and broadest smile; lesser smiles had turned the head of Robbie and many other boys. "I want you", she said. "Show me what to do."
He moved slowly, languidly, and caused her to meet his pace. He stroked her body and drew her legs open as he moved over her, kissing down from her face to neck, breasts to stomach. He put his right hand underneath her ass and lifted her up off the bed a few inches as his lips and tongue patiently found her tender spots.
He let her have her first orgasm, pulling at her little clit with his lips. Then he denied her for a while, slowly bringing her to the edge and then moving his mouth to her hips and thighs, his hands to her calves and feet, spreading them ever wider.
Finally, he turned the two of them over and brought her hands over his long, thick cock as he sat back. "Stroke it, kiss and bite the head." She did as she was told, and soon was understanding how to please him. When she did a particularly tantalizing thing, she felt his cock shake slightly and heard him say, "That's RIGHT!" Her next orgasms came, one after another, as she stroked him, just from the sheer erotic heat she felt between them as her hands worked his cock and balls, and her mouth took on his head. "Oh, I feel so good!", she said after cumming again without him putting a hand on her.
That was all he could take. He picked her up, lay her back on the bed and patiently worked his cock head on her labia. "You're so much prettier that your mom. She doesn't know......"; he thought to say this, but did not. Samantha's wetness and arousal began to allow him to part the walls of her vagina. He began to stroke his head against this entrance, building up the pace until she came again, then again. "Oh, I'm yours, I'm yours, please don't stop, PLEASE...."; he moved his hips slowly with only a quarter of his length inside her, soles of his hands on the soles of her feet, and came quickly inside of his new lover this way. He immediately went down on her, drawing out his cum with his tongue, and sending her into more spasms of pleasure.
"I've been seeing you for a while, and now you're here. I think you're going to blow my mind. Look how beautiful and tasty you are. I like your strong body, your pretty face." Samantha smiled her biggest and broadest smile; lesser smiles had turned the head of Robbie and many other boys. "I want you", she said. "Show me what to do."
He moved slowly, languidly, and caused her to meet his pace. He stroked her body and drew her legs open as he moved over her, kissing down from her face to neck, breasts to stomach. He put his right hand underneath her ass and lifted her up off the bed a few inches as his lips and tongue patiently found her tender spots.
He let her have her first orgasm, pulling at her little clit with his lips. Then he denied her for a while, slowly bringing her to the edge and then moving his mouth to her hips and thighs, his hands to her calves and feet, spreading them ever wider.
Finally, he turned the two of them over and brought her hands over his long, thick cock as he sat back. "Stroke it, kiss and bite the head." She did as she was told, and soon was understanding how to please him. When she did a particularly tantalizing thing, she felt his cock shake slightly and heard him say, "That's RIGHT!" Her next orgasms came, one after another, as she stroked him, just from the sheer erotic heat she felt between them as her hands worked his cock and balls, and her mouth took on his head. "Oh, I feel so good!", she said after cumming again without him putting a hand on her.
That was all he could take. He picked her up, lay her back on the bed and patiently worked his cock head on her labia. "You're so much prettier that your mom. She doesn't know......"; he thought to say this, but did not. Samantha's wetness and arousal began to allow him to part the walls of her vagina. He began to stroke his head against this entrance, building up the pace until she came again, then again. "Oh, I'm yours, I'm yours, please don't stop, PLEASE...."; he moved his hips slowly with only a quarter of his length inside her, soles of his hands on the soles of her feet, and came quickly inside of his new lover this way. He immediately went down on her, drawing out his cum with his tongue, and sending her into more spasms of pleasure.
The prom was a travesty from the family's point of view. A week before, they were unsure if Samantha would even accept Robbie's offer to take her; Robbie, who had been her classmate since grade school. Now, she went with her mother to find a prom gown at the last minute, busily talking with Lyanne while she tried out dresses, asking her "Do you think he'll like this on me? I want to look so good for him....". She finally picked out the most revealing gown.
On prom night, the man who had taken up with Samantha two weeks before showed up in a stretch limo, dressed in a custom-fitted tuxedo; his body practically burst out of his tight formal wear. Lyanne ached as she stood with her husband Earl and let her lover in the house, watching him approach her daughter and pin her with a tasteful corsage. Earl's mind swam in fear and confusion as his daughter, fun-loving but quite chaste and God-fearing up until now, pulled her gown up and allowed her date to slowly draw a garter belt down; he watched as the huge black man stroked his daughter's leg, causing Samantha to giggle and sigh. Jenny, Samantha's sister, finally came down the stairs just before the two left the house, acting sullen and jealous as they walked to the limo, this amazing black man towering over her older sister as she held him tight.
They only spent an hour at the prom, showing up just before dinner was served; the limo driver had parked across the street from the convention center, watching the couples enter the event, hearing Samantha and her man continue their fucking and exploring. Little conversation took place at their table except that which happened between them; they whispered and laughed, kissing occasionally, looking intimate and blissfully happy together.
They danced to two songs, pressing against each other in slow dance mode even though the songs were upbeat, her head pressing against his lower chest and stomach, her hands grasping his beautiful ass. Her girlfriends gained a greater understanding that night what Samantha found appealing in him. They were long gone by the time the king and queen were crowned, but those who saw them knew that Samantha and her man were the exalted ones, even if they knew this reluctantly.
On prom night, the man who had taken up with Samantha two weeks before showed up in a stretch limo, dressed in a custom-fitted tuxedo; his body practically burst out of his tight formal wear. Lyanne ached as she stood with her husband Earl and let her lover in the house, watching him approach her daughter and pin her with a tasteful corsage. Earl's mind swam in fear and confusion as his daughter, fun-loving but quite chaste and God-fearing up until now, pulled her gown up and allowed her date to slowly draw a garter belt down; he watched as the huge black man stroked his daughter's leg, causing Samantha to giggle and sigh. Jenny, Samantha's sister, finally came down the stairs just before the two left the house, acting sullen and jealous as they walked to the limo, this amazing black man towering over her older sister as she held him tight.
They only spent an hour at the prom, showing up just before dinner was served; the limo driver had parked across the street from the convention center, watching the couples enter the event, hearing Samantha and her man continue their fucking and exploring. Little conversation took place at their table except that which happened between them; they whispered and laughed, kissing occasionally, looking intimate and blissfully happy together.
They danced to two songs, pressing against each other in slow dance mode even though the songs were upbeat, her head pressing against his lower chest and stomach, her hands grasping his beautiful ass. Her girlfriends gained a greater understanding that night what Samantha found appealing in him. They were long gone by the time the king and queen were crowned, but those who saw them knew that Samantha and her man were the exalted ones, even if they knew this reluctantly.
From travesty to charade: in order to make the road trip to the gym camp acceptable for Earl and Jenny, Lyanne packed Samantha into her car and they drove away, only to meet up with the man at a hotel a few miles away, Samantha all nervous in giddy anticipation of her drive to Texas with her lover. He came out to recieve them in the lobby; he kissed Samantha for a few passionate seconds and then said "I'm just going to talk with your mom for a few minutes, O.K.? Just stay here and I'll be back."
When they made it to his floor, he picked up Lyanne in his arms and carried her down the hall; their mouths fell into each other as he moved to open his room. With the door closed, he laid her gently on the bed and pulled off his clothes except for his sandals, his cock thick, long and even harder than usual. He pulled Lyanne's head toward his middle while standing next to the bed; her mouth opened to take him in as best she could.
He usually was more talkative as they moved to bed together, but he continued to press her head onto his cock as she licked, sucked, kissed and bit on him. Lyanne went with this for a while, frankly uncertain what she would want to say, given the full scope of what was happening, but finally pulled her head back, using both hands to stroke his thick length. "You're in a rush, huh? We haven't been with each other for a while.....". He laid his mouth back on hers, tongue pushing through and filling her mouth thrillingly, then stood back up. "Don't want to leave her down there for long."
"What about me?"
"That's next. First this." He put his huge right hand behind her head and pulled her back onto him; his left began to caress and grope her body. Within a minute, they both knew that he was there; he began jabbing his penis into Lyanne's mouth as he brought his left hand behind her shoulder blades, groaning loudly "Oh, Oh, OH, OH FUCK, YES, YES!". His hot spunk began to unfurl, hitting the back of her throat immediately as she opened it up so she could take in as much as possible, her mouth finally filling with his warmth and overflowing ten seconds into his tremendous orgasm. Lyanne took her mouth off his head to cough out this overflow; "Grab it, stroke it, stroke it...."; five more seconds of thick streams rocketed upward, onto the comforter and her, as his cock finally stopped its terrific work.
"Jesus, jesus....we've got to get this off me." She ran to the restroom, grabbing tissues and wiping his streams off her hair, taking her jacket top off and finding him there. "It's all right," he reassured her. "You can carry your jacket in your arm, and we'll get you in the shower."
"But she's down there waiting!"
"Nothing else to do....it gives us time for you." He put on the hot water and helped her off with her clothes; he lifted her onto the sink counter and put his mouth on her clit and labia, digging his tongue into her. Feeling Lyanne's wetness, feeling her body giving way within a half-minute, hearing her moan "do that, take me", he picked her up and moved her onto him. A dozen jabs of his cruel unit finally began to find her; as her cunt opened and began to wrap around him, he pushed himself up and pulled her down. "AAAAHHHHH....watch it, so big, hurts, careful....still so hard and huge for me.....ah, God, oh God, so fucking good, that's the place, you've got me now....hit that G spot, baby....". He brought them into the steaming shower with her firmly onto him, now wriggling herself and meeting his thrusts. He bent to bring Lyanne's hair under the shower head, running his fingers through her hair and his sheets of sperm.
Lyanne got off loudly twice in the shower before he turned off the water with one hand while holding her tight around his torso with one long, strong arm. He didn't bother with towels, instead taking them dripping to the bed and laying her down on the edge of the mattress. "Oh my God you're an eager one now," she said as he began his lascivious stroking with his hips, moving faster and faster as she looked at him, dazed and crazed as she flushed more fully, seeking her next cumming. She made it just quickly enough; as his ninth inch found Lyanne's walls, their organs shook together as they shouted out their pleasures.
"What is it like with Samantha?", she asked as they dressed.
"Oh my God, she's.....lovely. Just beautiful, and she cums just from stroking me and our bodies touching. Then when I open her up, she's so tight and good."
"Is she as good for you as Kristina?" Lyanne brought in the presence of a gym star who had taken up with him with such enthusiasm two years ago that the other gymnasts of the time had noticed that they were in second place behind her.
"Better."
Lyanne's stomach swam in three sudden, strong waves of anxiety as she contemplated the idea.
Within ten minutes, they were down in the lobby so that he could retrieve Samantha, Lyanne's hair slightly but noticeably damp. Samantha was too nervous to notice, even after hugging her mother hard. The girl took his hand and moved to the elevator, her mother looking on wistfully, stomach flipping again. By the time they made it back upstairs, the wet mess in the room had been tidied up by the young Hispanic woman who covered housekeeping on his floor. He had started his day by fucking Maria again, telling her of the rest of his day's plan and arranging for her to be watchful and clean up after he brought Lyanne out of the room.
When they made it to his floor, he picked up Lyanne in his arms and carried her down the hall; their mouths fell into each other as he moved to open his room. With the door closed, he laid her gently on the bed and pulled off his clothes except for his sandals, his cock thick, long and even harder than usual. He pulled Lyanne's head toward his middle while standing next to the bed; her mouth opened to take him in as best she could.
He usually was more talkative as they moved to bed together, but he continued to press her head onto his cock as she licked, sucked, kissed and bit on him. Lyanne went with this for a while, frankly uncertain what she would want to say, given the full scope of what was happening, but finally pulled her head back, using both hands to stroke his thick length. "You're in a rush, huh? We haven't been with each other for a while.....". He laid his mouth back on hers, tongue pushing through and filling her mouth thrillingly, then stood back up. "Don't want to leave her down there for long."
"What about me?"
"That's next. First this." He put his huge right hand behind her head and pulled her back onto him; his left began to caress and grope her body. Within a minute, they both knew that he was there; he began jabbing his penis into Lyanne's mouth as he brought his left hand behind her shoulder blades, groaning loudly "Oh, Oh, OH, OH FUCK, YES, YES!". His hot spunk began to unfurl, hitting the back of her throat immediately as she opened it up so she could take in as much as possible, her mouth finally filling with his warmth and overflowing ten seconds into his tremendous orgasm. Lyanne took her mouth off his head to cough out this overflow; "Grab it, stroke it, stroke it...."; five more seconds of thick streams rocketed upward, onto the comforter and her, as his cock finally stopped its terrific work.
"Jesus, jesus....we've got to get this off me." She ran to the restroom, grabbing tissues and wiping his streams off her hair, taking her jacket top off and finding him there. "It's all right," he reassured her. "You can carry your jacket in your arm, and we'll get you in the shower."
"But she's down there waiting!"
"Nothing else to do....it gives us time for you." He put on the hot water and helped her off with her clothes; he lifted her onto the sink counter and put his mouth on her clit and labia, digging his tongue into her. Feeling Lyanne's wetness, feeling her body giving way within a half-minute, hearing her moan "do that, take me", he picked her up and moved her onto him. A dozen jabs of his cruel unit finally began to find her; as her cunt opened and began to wrap around him, he pushed himself up and pulled her down. "AAAAHHHHH....watch it, so big, hurts, careful....still so hard and huge for me.....ah, God, oh God, so fucking good, that's the place, you've got me now....hit that G spot, baby....". He brought them into the steaming shower with her firmly onto him, now wriggling herself and meeting his thrusts. He bent to bring Lyanne's hair under the shower head, running his fingers through her hair and his sheets of sperm.
Lyanne got off loudly twice in the shower before he turned off the water with one hand while holding her tight around his torso with one long, strong arm. He didn't bother with towels, instead taking them dripping to the bed and laying her down on the edge of the mattress. "Oh my God you're an eager one now," she said as he began his lascivious stroking with his hips, moving faster and faster as she looked at him, dazed and crazed as she flushed more fully, seeking her next cumming. She made it just quickly enough; as his ninth inch found Lyanne's walls, their organs shook together as they shouted out their pleasures.
"What is it like with Samantha?", she asked as they dressed.
"Oh my God, she's.....lovely. Just beautiful, and she cums just from stroking me and our bodies touching. Then when I open her up, she's so tight and good."
"Is she as good for you as Kristina?" Lyanne brought in the presence of a gym star who had taken up with him with such enthusiasm two years ago that the other gymnasts of the time had noticed that they were in second place behind her.
"Better."
Lyanne's stomach swam in three sudden, strong waves of anxiety as she contemplated the idea.
Within ten minutes, they were down in the lobby so that he could retrieve Samantha, Lyanne's hair slightly but noticeably damp. Samantha was too nervous to notice, even after hugging her mother hard. The girl took his hand and moved to the elevator, her mother looking on wistfully, stomach flipping again. By the time they made it back upstairs, the wet mess in the room had been tidied up by the young Hispanic woman who covered housekeeping on his floor. He had started his day by fucking Maria again, telling her of the rest of his day's plan and arranging for her to be watchful and clean up after he brought Lyanne out of the room.
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Samantha and her man arrived at the camp three days after Lyanne did. When Earl and Jenny called and asked to talk to her, Lyanne would say that Samantha was in the bathroom, or talking to someone else....any excuse to disguise what was really going on.
In fact, she knew something about what was really going on, but burned with the wish of knowing the details, and repelled by fear of the same. So many extra days on the road, so many extra hours spent, where? Sightseeing? Hotel rooms?
They finally arrived while Lyanne was in the gym with the rest of the elites. They parked the car next to Lyanne's living quarters; he used his key to let them in. Lyanne saw the car parked near the quarters, and moved quietly toward her room. Fifteen feet from the quarters, she heard him first, shouting out "You....like....that....that's my sweet girl, take me.....". Then she heard her daughter's high-pitched squeals, rhythmic and steady, increasing in tempo and urgency: "Oh...oh...Oh...OH...YES...YES...OH YEAH...OH YEAH...OHYEAH...OHYEAHOHYEAH...THAT'S GOOD COCK, GOOD COCK, GOOD COCK, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, OHHHHH...AAAAAAHHH...". Lyanne became uncomfortable with her voyeurism and moved back away out of earshot as some of the elites moved past her, walking right by her quarters while moving to theirs, slowing and stopping briefly with the sounds of the scene.
In fact, she knew something about what was really going on, but burned with the wish of knowing the details, and repelled by fear of the same. So many extra days on the road, so many extra hours spent, where? Sightseeing? Hotel rooms?
They finally arrived while Lyanne was in the gym with the rest of the elites. They parked the car next to Lyanne's living quarters; he used his key to let them in. Lyanne saw the car parked near the quarters, and moved quietly toward her room. Fifteen feet from the quarters, she heard him first, shouting out "You....like....that....that's my sweet girl, take me.....". Then she heard her daughter's high-pitched squeals, rhythmic and steady, increasing in tempo and urgency: "Oh...oh...Oh...OH...YES...YES...OH YEAH...OH YEAH...OHYEAH...OHYEAHOHYEAH...THAT'S GOOD COCK, GOOD COCK, GOOD COCK, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, OHHHHH...AAAAAAHHH...". Lyanne became uncomfortable with her voyeurism and moved back away out of earshot as some of the elites moved past her, walking right by her quarters while moving to theirs, slowing and stopping briefly with the sounds of the scene.
After a week, the head coach of the camp asked Lyanne to check in with Samantha to ask when she would be showing up to the team's daily workouts. She had stayed away from her daughter's quarters, haunted by the sounds she had heard many days before. Now it was her job to interrupt the scene.
She went to Samantha's quarters at six in the morning, before the morning workout. The door was locked; Lyanne used her key to open it. No one was in the entry room, and nothing was heard immediately. She moved to the bedroom door, assuming she might find her daughter asleep. Instead, she came upon an astonishing scene.
Samantha was on her bed, facing the front door, right elbow and knee on the mattress, left leg stretched up and held underneath the right arm of her extraordinary lover. He was kneeling at the foot of the spartan bed frame, working his penis inside her, slowly and in a tantalizing way, moving half of his thick length into her, then slowly pulling all the way out, stroking his head against her labia and clitoris for a few seconds, then sinking himself back into her. Lyanne watched the two of them work their bodies against each other in this way for many minutes; Samantha and her lover gasped with intense pleasure at certain moments, particularly with his cock's entrance and exit. As his long cock moved in withdrawal, the skin and walls around Samantha's vagina held tight around his thickness, an inch or more visibly pulling out past her organ's lips along with his shaft.
Their eyes held tight onto each other's; they spoke out only occasionally, softly, calmly but intensely as their pleasures continued:
"Oh, jesus.....wow, your head, uh huh, I like that....oooohhhh, jesus that's so good....stay inside me, deep inside me for a sec....so good, so wonderful, your body....I love the way you do that....";
"That's right, stay wrapped around me....oh, shit, your body just doesn't stop....beautiful, strong legs....yeah, that's good for my head on your lips....yes, yes, you're warm, so warm, so wet....".
His huge left hand caressed the side of Samantha's face, occasionally pulling her mouth to his, occasionally stroking his thumb over her lips, pushing it past her teeth and finding her tongue. Both of their bodies were extraordinarily athletic, with strong, square shoulders and rippling abdominals. Lyanne could see her lover's ass flex and relax, huge dimples on its sides, as he snaked his hips along with her daughter; she could also see that her daughter's body was much more womanly now, a defined feminine line stretching down Samantha's middle from her small but growing breasts with dark, firm nipples to the edge of her pubic hair.
She went to Samantha's quarters at six in the morning, before the morning workout. The door was locked; Lyanne used her key to open it. No one was in the entry room, and nothing was heard immediately. She moved to the bedroom door, assuming she might find her daughter asleep. Instead, she came upon an astonishing scene.
Samantha was on her bed, facing the front door, right elbow and knee on the mattress, left leg stretched up and held underneath the right arm of her extraordinary lover. He was kneeling at the foot of the spartan bed frame, working his penis inside her, slowly and in a tantalizing way, moving half of his thick length into her, then slowly pulling all the way out, stroking his head against her labia and clitoris for a few seconds, then sinking himself back into her. Lyanne watched the two of them work their bodies against each other in this way for many minutes; Samantha and her lover gasped with intense pleasure at certain moments, particularly with his cock's entrance and exit. As his long cock moved in withdrawal, the skin and walls around Samantha's vagina held tight around his thickness, an inch or more visibly pulling out past her organ's lips along with his shaft.
Their eyes held tight onto each other's; they spoke out only occasionally, softly, calmly but intensely as their pleasures continued:
"Oh, jesus.....wow, your head, uh huh, I like that....oooohhhh, jesus that's so good....stay inside me, deep inside me for a sec....so good, so wonderful, your body....I love the way you do that....";
"That's right, stay wrapped around me....oh, shit, your body just doesn't stop....beautiful, strong legs....yeah, that's good for my head on your lips....yes, yes, you're warm, so warm, so wet....".
His huge left hand caressed the side of Samantha's face, occasionally pulling her mouth to his, occasionally stroking his thumb over her lips, pushing it past her teeth and finding her tongue. Both of their bodies were extraordinarily athletic, with strong, square shoulders and rippling abdominals. Lyanne could see her lover's ass flex and relax, huge dimples on its sides, as he snaked his hips along with her daughter; she could also see that her daughter's body was much more womanly now, a defined feminine line stretching down Samantha's middle from her small but growing breasts with dark, firm nipples to the edge of her pubic hair.
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Lyanne saw all this through the small opening in the cracked-open bedroom door. It was impossible for her to do anything else but stay in observation; entering the room seemed an indescribable violation, and exiting the quarters would prevent Lyanne from knowing how her daughter and their incredible man would conclude this touching, intense tableau.
It was cool in the room, but the two lovers were dripping with sweat. The man brought his right hand underneath the side of Samantha's upper torso, lifting her easily and cleanly a few inches above the mattress. He began to hold his thrusts into her more deeply, and brought his left hand from her face, first using it to caress and grab her breast, then moving it down to her stomach and below.
"Oh, yes, do that....", she shook her head in assent, "do that for me...". His fingers found the front of her vagina, stretched out as it was over his thick prick, then slowly zeroed in on her clitoris. Lyanne was surprised at how visible Samantha's clit was, even in the early morning dawn and the room's lamplight. It was apparent that the man's work on her daughter's body had drawn out her organs even more quickly than the other lovers Lyanne had seen him take.
As he continued to hold her up in this sideways position, the black man's cock increased its depth and pace, his thumb and middle finger spread the front of her organ so that his index finger could begin to tap and stroke her clit. "Yes...do....that....for....me....", Samantha said repeatedly, softly. Then, after less than a half-minute of this attention, he replied, "Yes?" She went silent now, shaking her head twice in response. They had done this before.
Samantha suddenly cried out, deep and gutteral, "OH, OH GOD", as her body began to spasm tremendously, beginning with her torso and moving to much of the rest of her, almost as if in severe seizure. Few distinct words came from them for the next minute, as their bodies met each other deliciously. Samantha's hard, long orgasms continued to shake her body as their middles whipped against each other. Both of them groaned and at times were on the verge of laughter as the delirium continued to overtake them.
After that extraordinary minute, the man suddenly stopped his thrusts for a few moments. "Yes, yes," Samantha called out, as he stopped thrusting and began to rotate his hips so that his cock, now more than halfway into her, rolled in a circle against the walls of her vagina. He kept this up, and this began another level of pleasure for her. Samantha's twitches subsided, but she let loose a series of increasingly urgent moans, punctuated by occasional cries of "Oh...my....God...". He's never done these things to me, Lyanne thought.
After holding Samantha above the mattress for another minute this way, he finally lay the beauty down on the bed, leaving her still on her side, and began to stroke his cock in and out of her again. "That's right, take me," she said; he occasionally pulled all the way out, leaving it necessary for his cock to find its way home again. Suddenly he shouted, "FUUUUUCK" as he felt his own time begin.
He quivered with his orgasm, his prick changing from its smooth stroking to a highly irrregular rhythm, shouting "OH!....OH!" as he held seven huge inches deep inside the beautiful girl, then yanked back so that only his head stayed in her, then two inches in and a half-inch back, then four inches back and forth twice, then tremorous, short sharp moves slightly out and in...."OH!....OH!....". Lyanne could see the shaft of his penis twitch at the moments her daughter's organ wasn't covering his cock.
Finally they lay back on the bed in temporary surrender, flop-sweating and exhausted. His cock fell out of her, as did copious amounts of his sperm. Lyanne watched as her daughter regained her breath, dabbed sweat off her face with the bedsheets, then rolled over to kiss him, first on his mouth and then working down. Samantha's hands began to pull on his long prick, slowly bringing it up from half-mast. "That was so good. I love you. Let's fuck again", she cooed. "Come on, get hard for me."
That was all Lyanne could take; she quietly left the room. Samantha would not join her teammates in gym practice that day, she reported to the coach.
It was cool in the room, but the two lovers were dripping with sweat. The man brought his right hand underneath the side of Samantha's upper torso, lifting her easily and cleanly a few inches above the mattress. He began to hold his thrusts into her more deeply, and brought his left hand from her face, first using it to caress and grab her breast, then moving it down to her stomach and below.
"Oh, yes, do that....", she shook her head in assent, "do that for me...". His fingers found the front of her vagina, stretched out as it was over his thick prick, then slowly zeroed in on her clitoris. Lyanne was surprised at how visible Samantha's clit was, even in the early morning dawn and the room's lamplight. It was apparent that the man's work on her daughter's body had drawn out her organs even more quickly than the other lovers Lyanne had seen him take.
As he continued to hold her up in this sideways position, the black man's cock increased its depth and pace, his thumb and middle finger spread the front of her organ so that his index finger could begin to tap and stroke her clit. "Yes...do....that....for....me....", Samantha said repeatedly, softly. Then, after less than a half-minute of this attention, he replied, "Yes?" She went silent now, shaking her head twice in response. They had done this before.
Samantha suddenly cried out, deep and gutteral, "OH, OH GOD", as her body began to spasm tremendously, beginning with her torso and moving to much of the rest of her, almost as if in severe seizure. Few distinct words came from them for the next minute, as their bodies met each other deliciously. Samantha's hard, long orgasms continued to shake her body as their middles whipped against each other. Both of them groaned and at times were on the verge of laughter as the delirium continued to overtake them.
After that extraordinary minute, the man suddenly stopped his thrusts for a few moments. "Yes, yes," Samantha called out, as he stopped thrusting and began to rotate his hips so that his cock, now more than halfway into her, rolled in a circle against the walls of her vagina. He kept this up, and this began another level of pleasure for her. Samantha's twitches subsided, but she let loose a series of increasingly urgent moans, punctuated by occasional cries of "Oh...my....God...". He's never done these things to me, Lyanne thought.
After holding Samantha above the mattress for another minute this way, he finally lay the beauty down on the bed, leaving her still on her side, and began to stroke his cock in and out of her again. "That's right, take me," she said; he occasionally pulled all the way out, leaving it necessary for his cock to find its way home again. Suddenly he shouted, "FUUUUUCK" as he felt his own time begin.
He quivered with his orgasm, his prick changing from its smooth stroking to a highly irrregular rhythm, shouting "OH!....OH!" as he held seven huge inches deep inside the beautiful girl, then yanked back so that only his head stayed in her, then two inches in and a half-inch back, then four inches back and forth twice, then tremorous, short sharp moves slightly out and in...."OH!....OH!....". Lyanne could see the shaft of his penis twitch at the moments her daughter's organ wasn't covering his cock.
Finally they lay back on the bed in temporary surrender, flop-sweating and exhausted. His cock fell out of her, as did copious amounts of his sperm. Lyanne watched as her daughter regained her breath, dabbed sweat off her face with the bedsheets, then rolled over to kiss him, first on his mouth and then working down. Samantha's hands began to pull on his long prick, slowly bringing it up from half-mast. "That was so good. I love you. Let's fuck again", she cooed. "Come on, get hard for me."
That was all Lyanne could take; she quietly left the room. Samantha would not join her teammates in gym practice that day, she reported to the coach.
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Samantha finally joined her teammates in gym practice after three weeks at the camp. The beautiful blonde certainly had maintained a workout regimen, though. Working and being worked through dozens of climaxes a day, and pleasuring her lover through nearly a dozen orgasms each day, could do that for a girl. While her vault was opened, her body was tighter than ever.
Restlessness and the beckoning world of top-shelf women weren't the only things that normally kept him constantly lengthening his list of conquests, rarely spending long periods of time with one woman. His cast-iron cock and sexual appetite eventually wore down his women, emotionally and physically, making it impossible for them to occupy him for too long.
Samantha wasn't one of those females, though. Amazingly, she was capable of keeping up with him sexually. No one had held him for herself for this length of time since his teenage days. Her return to the gym was only necessary because the head coach was about to dismiss her. He had dealt with girls at the camp going missing from the gym for afternoons or days, but not weeks.
Stars whose arrival at the camp had been anticipated in previous years had not made the trip after he tracked them down in their hometowns, ravishing them and altering their priorities so that they had lost the edge that had placed them at the very top of the country's elite gymnasts. Now, though, a girl had arrived at the camp and almost lost her spot after being taken away by the camp's lover. The affair between the tremendous black man and the willowy but sturdy Samantha had captured her teammates; Lyanne heard them talk about what they had heard and seen and, in the case of many of them, experienced. Those girls who had been fucked by him speculated to the others what might be happening. They were all curious about how Samantha was holding his attention for so long.
On her first day back, in between routines the others slowly began to chat her up with questions about her weeks in bed with him. After an hour, something happened that rarely had taken place before: the man entered the gym and watched the workout. While he had coped with the man's presence at the camp, the head coach tried to keep him out of the gym. This was the coach's domain; also, the girls tended to become very distracted when he looked on. Instead of competing against each other on their routines, instead they would compete for the towering man's attention.
This time, the distractions did not last long. Rebecca captured his eye. Unlike Samantha, Becca was a bit homely in the face, but her body captivated him. Pale, smooth skin, even shorter than the others, small frame but curvy ass and legs, six-pack abs. He guessed correctly that Becca had not had the attention of many boys before.
That made his actions that day all the more mindblowing to all, Becca included. He walked into the gathered girls, passing Samantha, Monica and Sydney, all of whom had had him, all of whom had had times as his favorite. They thought highly of themselves, and each anticipated he would come to them. Instead, he came to Becca, another newcomer to the camp. She was recieving instructions from one of the assistant coaches when he came up to her.
"I like your look, and I like your skills. You're a real determined one, but you could use some social time. It'll help you relax."
"I haven't gone out with a boy before. You're really big in person. I know you're really popular and experienced. What do we do?"
He smiled with her broadly, then turned to the coach. "I think Becca's earned an early lunch, don't you?". It was hopeless for the coach to interfere.
He didn't reach for her hand right away, allowing her to slowly gain comfort from his affections. They walked together across the gym floor and to the exit, sun streaming in brightly as they opened the door, walking out into the glow. Everyone watched them disappear.
Lyanne was driven crazy with a combination of intense jealousy and concern over her daughter's feelings. She looked across the floor to her girl; sure enough, Samantha looked upset and confused over what had just happened. Her mother was made happier when Monica and Sydney immediately came to her in comfort; they all knew how Samantha felt, after all, all the stages from thrilling ravishment to temporary abandonment.
Restlessness and the beckoning world of top-shelf women weren't the only things that normally kept him constantly lengthening his list of conquests, rarely spending long periods of time with one woman. His cast-iron cock and sexual appetite eventually wore down his women, emotionally and physically, making it impossible for them to occupy him for too long.
Samantha wasn't one of those females, though. Amazingly, she was capable of keeping up with him sexually. No one had held him for herself for this length of time since his teenage days. Her return to the gym was only necessary because the head coach was about to dismiss her. He had dealt with girls at the camp going missing from the gym for afternoons or days, but not weeks.
Stars whose arrival at the camp had been anticipated in previous years had not made the trip after he tracked them down in their hometowns, ravishing them and altering their priorities so that they had lost the edge that had placed them at the very top of the country's elite gymnasts. Now, though, a girl had arrived at the camp and almost lost her spot after being taken away by the camp's lover. The affair between the tremendous black man and the willowy but sturdy Samantha had captured her teammates; Lyanne heard them talk about what they had heard and seen and, in the case of many of them, experienced. Those girls who had been fucked by him speculated to the others what might be happening. They were all curious about how Samantha was holding his attention for so long.
On her first day back, in between routines the others slowly began to chat her up with questions about her weeks in bed with him. After an hour, something happened that rarely had taken place before: the man entered the gym and watched the workout. While he had coped with the man's presence at the camp, the head coach tried to keep him out of the gym. This was the coach's domain; also, the girls tended to become very distracted when he looked on. Instead of competing against each other on their routines, instead they would compete for the towering man's attention.
This time, the distractions did not last long. Rebecca captured his eye. Unlike Samantha, Becca was a bit homely in the face, but her body captivated him. Pale, smooth skin, even shorter than the others, small frame but curvy ass and legs, six-pack abs. He guessed correctly that Becca had not had the attention of many boys before.
That made his actions that day all the more mindblowing to all, Becca included. He walked into the gathered girls, passing Samantha, Monica and Sydney, all of whom had had him, all of whom had had times as his favorite. They thought highly of themselves, and each anticipated he would come to them. Instead, he came to Becca, another newcomer to the camp. She was recieving instructions from one of the assistant coaches when he came up to her.
"I like your look, and I like your skills. You're a real determined one, but you could use some social time. It'll help you relax."
"I haven't gone out with a boy before. You're really big in person. I know you're really popular and experienced. What do we do?"
He smiled with her broadly, then turned to the coach. "I think Becca's earned an early lunch, don't you?". It was hopeless for the coach to interfere.
He didn't reach for her hand right away, allowing her to slowly gain comfort from his affections. They walked together across the gym floor and to the exit, sun streaming in brightly as they opened the door, walking out into the glow. Everyone watched them disappear.
Lyanne was driven crazy with a combination of intense jealousy and concern over her daughter's feelings. She looked across the floor to her girl; sure enough, Samantha looked upset and confused over what had just happened. Her mother was made happier when Monica and Sydney immediately came to her in comfort; they all knew how Samantha felt, after all, all the stages from thrilling ravishment to temporary abandonment.
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"Sophisticated, Sexy, Young thin WF wants to be submissive girl for WM w/XLarge thick 9+ while boyfriend films. Must be tall, handsome, virile, athletic."
He saw this ad in an alternative newspaper during his visit to London. He usually collected his women through word of mouth and public encounters, but the ad intrigued him. He called the number listed, and recieved a return call by the boyfriend. They arranged to meet in a pub in the suburbs.
Barry was a well-appointed man, appearing to be in his late 30's. He was in shape and well above average in height and looks. His eyebrows raised as the extraordinary dark man rose to his full 7-foot height in greeting.
"Well, you certainly meet the tall, handsome and athletic criteria."
Barry explained the situation. His girlfriend was Lily, an extremely mature young woman of twenty. He said that the two of them had talked over the idea extensively, establishing firm ground rules before they had first put out the ad two months ago. The qualifications they sought from the man was quite high, they knew; as a result, they had only gained two encounters during this time. "They were Europeans; don't know how Lily would feel about someone with your skin. You're very dark."
It was stressed by Barry that the pace and direction of the encounter would be determined by him. He and Lily had come to an agreement about what activities they wished to pursue, and which they did not.
"The first bloke we brought to the house tried to take Lily without following the script. We terminated his visit right out. It's vital you understand this." He was a bit put off by Barry's pushy tone.
"Do you have a picture?" With a smile, Barry pulled a glossy photo from his briefcase. "Here's the lovely Lily."
She looked directly, aggressively into the camera; a dozen or more photolens flash cameras were held behind her. Long, wavy red hair framed her large, wide face. She had cheekbones for days and pale blue-green eyes set very wide apart. Lily wore a light red dress which revealed plenty of porcelain skin. It started with a top which hugged tight to voluminous breasts, spaghetti straps hidden by her hair, and ended a number of inches above her knees, revealing thin, shapely legs. The material was sheer enough that black panties and a trace of her belly button could be seen. She wore white flip sandals, revealing long, smooth feet with deep red toenail polish. All in all, she was astonishing.
He laughed deeply as Barry reached to take the glossy back. "Damn, she's like a Tex Avery cartoon character. She looks way younger than her age in some ways, but then there's all that body. She looks like the most fuckable thirteen-year-old ever."
"Imagine the luck I feel, mate."
"What's with the cameras?"
"We were at a premiere. She's quite a famous model in country, and trying to make a go as an actress."
"How tall?"
"170 centimeters, eight stone." He had pursued enough women in Britain to know general conversions; Lily was about five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds. Thinking of her photo and framing it with those measurements, he salivated involuntarily and laughed to himself. What was this guy thinking?
Barry wanted proof that his new aquaintance's endowment met the demanding qualifications. The young black man pulled out a digital camera and brought up a timed photo taken with the Parliamentarian's wife he had entertained the previous day. Her hand and forearm cradled his massive prick, prominent head and thick vein-covered shaft on fine display. However, by design he had waited to have the photo taken until after he had fucked Emily three times and allowed his cock to remain at half-mast. He had read the ad before coming to Emily, and wanted to leave a level of surprise for the couple in case it worked out.
"That's quite a hanger", Barry said. "Gotten a few legs over with that, I bet. Who's the bird? She's a looker."
He recieved the script for the next day's adventure; it was explained the script would be supplemented by directions Barry would give during the encounter. Direction to their home would be supplied only after Barry spoke to Lily and she signed off on the arrangement. They shook hands: "Mate, you've got me covered! Those are mitts you've got."
The American made it to his rented flat. He chose to spend the night without a woman. He thought of Lily and anticipated the scene the next day. It was time to bring an even larger appetite than normal.
He saw this ad in an alternative newspaper during his visit to London. He usually collected his women through word of mouth and public encounters, but the ad intrigued him. He called the number listed, and recieved a return call by the boyfriend. They arranged to meet in a pub in the suburbs.
Barry was a well-appointed man, appearing to be in his late 30's. He was in shape and well above average in height and looks. His eyebrows raised as the extraordinary dark man rose to his full 7-foot height in greeting.
"Well, you certainly meet the tall, handsome and athletic criteria."
Barry explained the situation. His girlfriend was Lily, an extremely mature young woman of twenty. He said that the two of them had talked over the idea extensively, establishing firm ground rules before they had first put out the ad two months ago. The qualifications they sought from the man was quite high, they knew; as a result, they had only gained two encounters during this time. "They were Europeans; don't know how Lily would feel about someone with your skin. You're very dark."
It was stressed by Barry that the pace and direction of the encounter would be determined by him. He and Lily had come to an agreement about what activities they wished to pursue, and which they did not.
"The first bloke we brought to the house tried to take Lily without following the script. We terminated his visit right out. It's vital you understand this." He was a bit put off by Barry's pushy tone.
"Do you have a picture?" With a smile, Barry pulled a glossy photo from his briefcase. "Here's the lovely Lily."
She looked directly, aggressively into the camera; a dozen or more photolens flash cameras were held behind her. Long, wavy red hair framed her large, wide face. She had cheekbones for days and pale blue-green eyes set very wide apart. Lily wore a light red dress which revealed plenty of porcelain skin. It started with a top which hugged tight to voluminous breasts, spaghetti straps hidden by her hair, and ended a number of inches above her knees, revealing thin, shapely legs. The material was sheer enough that black panties and a trace of her belly button could be seen. She wore white flip sandals, revealing long, smooth feet with deep red toenail polish. All in all, she was astonishing.
He laughed deeply as Barry reached to take the glossy back. "Damn, she's like a Tex Avery cartoon character. She looks way younger than her age in some ways, but then there's all that body. She looks like the most fuckable thirteen-year-old ever."
"Imagine the luck I feel, mate."
"What's with the cameras?"
"We were at a premiere. She's quite a famous model in country, and trying to make a go as an actress."
"How tall?"
"170 centimeters, eight stone." He had pursued enough women in Britain to know general conversions; Lily was about five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds. Thinking of her photo and framing it with those measurements, he salivated involuntarily and laughed to himself. What was this guy thinking?
Barry wanted proof that his new aquaintance's endowment met the demanding qualifications. The young black man pulled out a digital camera and brought up a timed photo taken with the Parliamentarian's wife he had entertained the previous day. Her hand and forearm cradled his massive prick, prominent head and thick vein-covered shaft on fine display. However, by design he had waited to have the photo taken until after he had fucked Emily three times and allowed his cock to remain at half-mast. He had read the ad before coming to Emily, and wanted to leave a level of surprise for the couple in case it worked out.
"That's quite a hanger", Barry said. "Gotten a few legs over with that, I bet. Who's the bird? She's a looker."
He recieved the script for the next day's adventure; it was explained the script would be supplemented by directions Barry would give during the encounter. Direction to their home would be supplied only after Barry spoke to Lily and she signed off on the arrangement. They shook hands: "Mate, you've got me covered! Those are mitts you've got."
The American made it to his rented flat. He chose to spend the night without a woman. He thought of Lily and anticipated the scene the next day. It was time to bring an even larger appetite than normal.
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"Sophisticated, Sexy, Young thin WF wants to be submissive girl for WM w/XLarge thick 9+ while boyfriend films. Must be tall, handsome, virile, athletic."
He saw this ad in an alternative newspaper during his visit to London. He usually collected his women through word of mouth and public encounters, but the ad intrigued him. He called the number listed, and recieved a return call by the boyfriend. They arranged to meet in a pub in the suburbs.
Barry was a well-appointed man, appearing to be in his late 30's. He was in shape and well above average in height and looks. His eyebrows raised as the extraordinary dark man rose to his full 7-foot height in greeting.
"Well, you certainly meet the tall, handsome and athletic criteria."
Barry explained the situation. His girlfriend was Lily, an extremely mature young woman of twenty. He said that the two of them had talked over the idea extensively, establishing firm ground rules before they had first put out the ad two months ago. The qualifications they sought from the man was quite high, they knew; as a result, they had only gained two encounters during this time. "They were Europeans; don't know how Lily would feel about someone with your skin. You're very dark."
It was stressed by Barry that the pace and direction of the encounter would be determined by him. He and Lily had come to an agreement about what activities they wished to pursue, and which they did not.
"The first bloke we brought to the house tried to take Lily without following the script. We terminated his visit right out. It's vital you understand this." He was a bit put off by Barry's pushy tone.
"Do you have a picture?" With a smile, Barry pulled a glossy photo from his briefcase. "Here's the lovely Lily."
She looked directly, aggressively into the camera; a dozen or more photolens flash cameras were seen behind her. Long, wavy red hair framed her large, wide face. She had cheekbones for days and pale blue-green eyes set very wide apart. Lily wore a light red dress which revealed plenty of porcelain skin. It started with a top which hugged tight to voluminous breasts, spaghetti straps hidden by her hair, and ended a number of inches above her knees, revealing thin, shapely legs. The material was sheer enough that black panties and a trace of her belly button could be seen. She wore white flip sandals, revealing long, smooth feet with deep red toenail polish. All in all, she was astonishing.
He laughed deeply as Barry reached to take the glossy back. "Damn, she's like a Tex Avery cartoon character. She looks way younger than her age in some ways, but then there's all that body. She looks like the most fuckable thirteen-year-old ever."
"Imagine the luck I feel, mate."
"What's with the cameras?"
"We were at a premiere. She's quite a famous model in country, and trying to make a go as an actress."
"How tall?"
"170 centimeters, eight stone." He had pursued enough women in Britain to know general conversions; Lily was about five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds. Thinking of her photo and framing it with those measurements, he salivated involuntarily and laughed to himself. What was this guy thinking?
Barry wanted proof that his new aquaintance's endowment met the demanding qualifications. The young black man pulled out a digital camera and brought up a timed photo taken with the Parliamentarian's wife he had entertained the previous day. Her hand and forearm cradled his massive prick, prominent head and thick vein-covered shaft on fine display. However, by design he had waited to have the photo taken until after he had fucked Emily three times and allowed his cock to remain at half-mast. He had read the ad before coming to Emily, and wanted to leave a level of surprise for the couple in case it worked out.
"That's quite a hanger", Barry said. "Gotten a few legs over with that, I bet. Who's the bird? She's a looker."
He recieved the script for the next day's adventure; it was explained the script would be supplemented by directions Barry would give during the encounter. Direction to their home would be supplied only after Barry spoke to Lily and she signed off on the arrangement. They shook hands: "Mate, you've got me covered! Those are mitts you've got."
He made it to his rented flat. He chose to spend the night without a woman. He thought of Lily and anticipated the scene the next day. It was time to bring an even larger appetite than normal.
He saw this ad in an alternative newspaper during his visit to London. He usually collected his women through word of mouth and public encounters, but the ad intrigued him. He called the number listed, and recieved a return call by the boyfriend. They arranged to meet in a pub in the suburbs.
Barry was a well-appointed man, appearing to be in his late 30's. He was in shape and well above average in height and looks. His eyebrows raised as the extraordinary dark man rose to his full 7-foot height in greeting.
"Well, you certainly meet the tall, handsome and athletic criteria."
Barry explained the situation. His girlfriend was Lily, an extremely mature young woman of twenty. He said that the two of them had talked over the idea extensively, establishing firm ground rules before they had first put out the ad two months ago. The qualifications they sought from the man was quite high, they knew; as a result, they had only gained two encounters during this time. "They were Europeans; don't know how Lily would feel about someone with your skin. You're very dark."
It was stressed by Barry that the pace and direction of the encounter would be determined by him. He and Lily had come to an agreement about what activities they wished to pursue, and which they did not.
"The first bloke we brought to the house tried to take Lily without following the script. We terminated his visit right out. It's vital you understand this." He was a bit put off by Barry's pushy tone.
"Do you have a picture?" With a smile, Barry pulled a glossy photo from his briefcase. "Here's the lovely Lily."
She looked directly, aggressively into the camera; a dozen or more photolens flash cameras were seen behind her. Long, wavy red hair framed her large, wide face. She had cheekbones for days and pale blue-green eyes set very wide apart. Lily wore a light red dress which revealed plenty of porcelain skin. It started with a top which hugged tight to voluminous breasts, spaghetti straps hidden by her hair, and ended a number of inches above her knees, revealing thin, shapely legs. The material was sheer enough that black panties and a trace of her belly button could be seen. She wore white flip sandals, revealing long, smooth feet with deep red toenail polish. All in all, she was astonishing.
He laughed deeply as Barry reached to take the glossy back. "Damn, she's like a Tex Avery cartoon character. She looks way younger than her age in some ways, but then there's all that body. She looks like the most fuckable thirteen-year-old ever."
"Imagine the luck I feel, mate."
"What's with the cameras?"
"We were at a premiere. She's quite a famous model in country, and trying to make a go as an actress."
"How tall?"
"170 centimeters, eight stone." He had pursued enough women in Britain to know general conversions; Lily was about five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds. Thinking of her photo and framing it with those measurements, he salivated involuntarily and laughed to himself. What was this guy thinking?
Barry wanted proof that his new aquaintance's endowment met the demanding qualifications. The young black man pulled out a digital camera and brought up a timed photo taken with the Parliamentarian's wife he had entertained the previous day. Her hand and forearm cradled his massive prick, prominent head and thick vein-covered shaft on fine display. However, by design he had waited to have the photo taken until after he had fucked Emily three times and allowed his cock to remain at half-mast. He had read the ad before coming to Emily, and wanted to leave a level of surprise for the couple in case it worked out.
"That's quite a hanger", Barry said. "Gotten a few legs over with that, I bet. Who's the bird? She's a looker."
He recieved the script for the next day's adventure; it was explained the script would be supplemented by directions Barry would give during the encounter. Direction to their home would be supplied only after Barry spoke to Lily and she signed off on the arrangement. They shook hands: "Mate, you've got me covered! Those are mitts you've got."
He made it to his rented flat. He chose to spend the night without a woman. He thought of Lily and anticipated the scene the next day. It was time to bring an even larger appetite than normal.
Barry described the encounter to Lily.
"He's a darkie? That's not what we asked for. Why would we even consider this? I thought you didn't like the idea."
"I wouldn't discount him straight away. He was clean and put together, very calm and smooth. Plus, he's a stretch above two meters up with an absolutely terrific build. He could be a very good dominant."
"What about his package?"
"He brought a photo. I haven't seen bigger. Long and thick. He was with a gorgeous Englishwoman. If he's having it off with class like her, then he must be worth considering."
"Did you bring the photo?"
"No, he had it in the camera."
"You can see it to judge, and I can't? You should have brought it."
"I'll see if I can get it for you. We should give him an answer soon, though."
When her man had said he didn't want her sleeping with a darkie, Lily had agreed to those terms. However, she had held back parts of her past, and her interests.
When she was younger, she had already begun traveling from her Northern village to London for modeling jobs. One afternoon, she was waiting for her train back home. At once, a burly black man grabbed her at a time when no one else was watching. His big hands ran over her body, finding her breasts and ass quickly. "Hey, beautiful....you'd enjoy a right rodgering," the stranger growled softly in her ear. Lily looked up and saw a handsome man appearing in his mid-twenties; his musk suddenly filled her nostrils; her closeness to a black man was shocking and overwhelming.
He held himself atop her, pressing her back against the station bench. One hand began to reach in between Lily's legs while the other held her to him. "Woman, your body is great...stay still...you'll have fun." She struggled, but could not push him off as his hand found the fabric which covered her vulva; his fingers began to stroke, push and prod her.
Finally, another patron arrived at the train station floor, and the man disappeared as quickly as he had arrived. She scrambled to her feet, disheveled and shaking. The new arrival on the floor was reading the paper, and his eyes did not find her. She began to call for him, but her voice went mute. The threat seemed gone, and the scene was now confusing; had that actually happened? One bit of evidence that something real had happened was her body's arousal; her vagina felt soft and moist.
She put the experience behind her, but memories of it sometimes cropped up. The main residue left behind was the man's easy ability to take control of her and create her arousal against her will.
More recently, she had been involved in model shoots which also included young black men. Sometimes they wore revealing clothing, sometimes she caught glimpes of them as they changed clothing. Each time, she held her interest at long arm's length, but she though of them, of their bodies. She sometimes felt their eyes on her; it made her feel as a gazelle eyed by a lion.
Lily eventually agreed to recieve the darkie with Barry the next day. He was able to gain the photo of Emily and the man; he shared it with Lily. "He's so dark and big!", she told Barry. She held her other thoughts to herself.
They slept with each other that night. Lily clawed at Barry, pushing his ass into her open legs. She finished by turning them over and riding him to a climax; that didn't always happen for her. She rolled off Barry after he came, dabbing at their flow between her legs with a washcloth, and holding herself tightly against his side as he drifted off. Her mind worked away.
"He's a darkie? That's not what we asked for. Why would we even consider this? I thought you didn't like the idea."
"I wouldn't discount him straight away. He was clean and put together, very calm and smooth. Plus, he's a stretch above two meters up with an absolutely terrific build. He could be a very good dominant."
"What about his package?"
"He brought a photo. I haven't seen bigger. Long and thick. He was with a gorgeous Englishwoman. If he's having it off with class like her, then he must be worth considering."
"Did you bring the photo?"
"No, he had it in the camera."
"You can see it to judge, and I can't? You should have brought it."
"I'll see if I can get it for you. We should give him an answer soon, though."
When her man had said he didn't want her sleeping with a darkie, Lily had agreed to those terms. However, she had held back parts of her past, and her interests.
When she was younger, she had already begun traveling from her Northern village to London for modeling jobs. One afternoon, she was waiting for her train back home. At once, a burly black man grabbed her at a time when no one else was watching. His big hands ran over her body, finding her breasts and ass quickly. "Hey, beautiful....you'd enjoy a right rodgering," the stranger growled softly in her ear. Lily looked up and saw a handsome man appearing in his mid-twenties; his musk suddenly filled her nostrils; her closeness to a black man was shocking and overwhelming.
He held himself atop her, pressing her back against the station bench. One hand began to reach in between Lily's legs while the other held her to him. "Woman, your body is great...stay still...you'll have fun." She struggled, but could not push him off as his hand found the fabric which covered her vulva; his fingers began to stroke, push and prod her.
Finally, another patron arrived at the train station floor, and the man disappeared as quickly as he had arrived. She scrambled to her feet, disheveled and shaking. The new arrival on the floor was reading the paper, and his eyes did not find her. She began to call for him, but her voice went mute. The threat seemed gone, and the scene was now confusing; had that actually happened? One bit of evidence that something real had happened was her body's arousal; her vagina felt soft and moist.
She put the experience behind her, but memories of it sometimes cropped up. The main residue left behind was the man's easy ability to take control of her and create her arousal against her will.
More recently, she had been involved in model shoots which also included young black men. Sometimes they wore revealing clothing, sometimes she caught glimpes of them as they changed clothing. Each time, she held her interest at long arm's length, but she though of them, of their bodies. She sometimes felt their eyes on her; it made her feel as a gazelle eyed by a lion.
Lily eventually agreed to recieve the darkie with Barry the next day. He was able to gain the photo of Emily and the man; he shared it with Lily. "He's so dark and big!", she told Barry. She held her other thoughts to herself.
They slept with each other that night. Lily clawed at Barry, pushing his ass into her open legs. She finished by turning them over and riding him to a climax; that didn't always happen for her. She rolled off Barry after he came, dabbing at their flow between her legs with a washcloth, and holding herself tightly against his side as he drifted off. Her mind worked away.
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She opened the door when the bell rang. As she reached for the knob, she could see his imposing shadow through the darkened window glass.
"Hello, we've been expecting you. I'm Lily. So nice to meet you." The words rushed out of her. She stepped aside to let him in; at the moment, she was too full of frightened excitement to smile, or to look at him other than a stolen glance.
"I know. You do your photo justice." He walked past her into the entry room. She stole another glance as he moved to profile; his lips were so full on his gorgeous, deep black face. Lily's eyes moved down to his broad shoulders, displayed by a tight dress shirt. She closed the door.
He faced her quickly and said, "I'm glad you came alone." He stood just three feet away; it took a gathering of courage to move her gaze up to his face. He was so fucking tall!
"You deserve to be shown the best", he continued. "I'll do that for you." Lily felt the confidence in his penetrating look, in his assured body language, standing so upright.
"This is going to be fun." She finally got something out.
"That's one word for what I'm going to do for you." His hand moved to cradle her pointed chin; he took a brief kiss from her small mouth. His lips were pillowy but strong: so quick, so nice....
"A little too fast. That's not supposed to happen until we're with Barry." She looked at him now, and could feel her smile growing. What a giveaway.
"That's all right. Show me the way?"
She waved her hand. "Down here and to the left." He walked slightly ahead, looking as if he wished to begin quickly. She watched him move easily, stealing looks at his ass as he did. Juicy, full and muscular, it flexed as he strode. This seemed simply too much.
When he reached the foot of the stairs, Lily said, "We're up there." Quickly reaching, he said "I've got you." His arms got underneath the back of her, and he whisked her up. She shrieked with the surprise and thrill, feeling like a feather, cradled in his arms. As he strode up the stairs, she looked at him. His gaze was direct and proprietary; she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Goodness, I see you met!", Barry said as they arrived on the second floor. This was not in the script, but he saw the smile on Lily's face, and the man was fulfilling his role, so he went with it and said nothing.
"I don't see any reason to wait", the man said. "We broke the ice."
"Hello, we've been expecting you. I'm Lily. So nice to meet you." The words rushed out of her. She stepped aside to let him in; at the moment, she was too full of frightened excitement to smile, or to look at him other than a stolen glance.
"I know. You do your photo justice." He walked past her into the entry room. She stole another glance as he moved to profile; his lips were so full on his gorgeous, deep black face. Lily's eyes moved down to his broad shoulders, displayed by a tight dress shirt. She closed the door.
He faced her quickly and said, "I'm glad you came alone." He stood just three feet away; it took a gathering of courage to move her gaze up to his face. He was so fucking tall!
"You deserve to be shown the best", he continued. "I'll do that for you." Lily felt the confidence in his penetrating look, in his assured body language, standing so upright.
"This is going to be fun." She finally got something out.
"That's one word for what I'm going to do for you." His hand moved to cradle her pointed chin; he took a brief kiss from her small mouth. His lips were pillowy but strong: so quick, so nice....
"A little too fast. That's not supposed to happen until we're with Barry." She looked at him now, and could feel her smile growing. What a giveaway.
"That's all right. Show me the way?"
She waved her hand. "Down here and to the left." He walked slightly ahead, looking as if he wished to begin quickly. She watched him move easily, stealing looks at his ass as he did. Juicy, full and muscular, it flexed as he strode. This seemed simply too much.
When he reached the foot of the stairs, Lily said, "We're up there." Quickly reaching, he said "I've got you." His arms got underneath the back of her, and he whisked her up. She shrieked with the surprise and thrill, feeling like a feather, cradled in his arms. As he strode up the stairs, she looked at him. His gaze was direct and proprietary; she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Goodness, I see you met!", Barry said as they arrived on the second floor. This was not in the script, but he saw the smile on Lily's face, and the man was fulfilling his role, so he went with it and said nothing.
"I don't see any reason to wait", the man said. "We broke the ice."
They directed him to the master bedroom. He kept carrying Lily, finally letting her down easily in a standing position next to the bed. She felt his hands hold strongly on the back of one thigh and a side of her waist as he did so.
"Take off your clothes", he said. "I want to see you, see your body."
"Yes." At Barry's direction, Lily wore the dress he had seen in the glossy. Reaching for the hem, she pulled it up and over her head and kicked off her sandals. She stood naked, hair touseled from the raising of the dress.
He stood back, looked over at Barry, then back to Lily. He smiled broadly; she could feel him appraising her. "Damn, she's like a modern Botticelli. Lily, you're going to please me."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going to put my mouth on you and bring you off, then you're going to suck and bite on my dick, and then we'll screw when it's time."
Lily felt dizzy. At the mention of his organ, she looked to his middle; his slacks were tented out, beginning at the lower half of his left thigh. "My God, you've got a big willy. Are you able to pull with a cock like that? It looks a little intimidating from here."
"Oh, yeah, I pull just fine. Lay back on the bed."
Lily glanced at Barry as she fell back on the covers. "No worries, dear. He's the man I picked out for you. I'll have him do you well." She lay there, arms on her sides, suddenly nervous again.
Lily saw him drink her in, then look back at Barry again. "Are you sure?", he asked. Barry was busy with the final setup of the camera, and didn't respond.
She looked at the dark man, saw him hesitate for the briefest moment, then saw the moment his eyes fell on hers. "All right," he said. "You're mine now."
His hands began to gently touch and stroke her thin frame, well-muscled arms and shoulders working as they did so. He skipped past her vagina and moved up to her stomach and breasts. She was used to her full, round breasts filling a man's hand; now, these black hands swallowed them up, caressing them gently then firmly, fingers extending up and over her collarbone, pressing her back on the mattress. She felt wonderful, stimulated, cared for and taken.
"You know what you're doing," Barry said. "Do that more."
Lily could see that he was not listening to Barry. He looked right at her. "You're the most beautiful thing going. When I fuck you, your life is going to change. You know that, right?"
"Yes. It's already changing."
Lily felt one huge hand take the side of her face. His face moved over hers slowly, and they kissed. She had the time to bring her small mouth and compariatively thin lips to his in response; they gently explored each other at first, then his big, thick lips began to overwhelm hers. The tips of their tongues met for some moments, then his slowly pushed through hers, taking over.
He lifted his face away, reengaging her gaze. It leapt out of her involuntarily: "Oh, darling."
He stood back up off the bed and quickly began to take his clothes off. "You're supposed to go down on her first before you take off your clothes, mate."
His upper body was revealed first. Wide, muscular shoulders, incredible V-taper to a extremely tight waist, a shallow but visible twelve-pack; Lily was getting him at his best. She knew nothing of his first affair with Donna a decade ago, but his body had only improved since then, the attentions of thousands of women honing it like a diamond.
His shoes, socks and pants came off. His briefs were unable to restrain his unit, a few inches seen glancingly for a moment extending outside the fabric. Lily raised up on her elbows, watching as he pulled them off. The waistband pulled down his erection; when he finally brought it over the sporting unit, his huge cock sprang up, wavering up and down three times as he stood tall.
Barry was behind him, unable to see this full revelation. "It isn't time for this yet...", Barry said.
"Take off your clothes", he said. "I want to see you, see your body."
"Yes." At Barry's direction, Lily wore the dress he had seen in the glossy. Reaching for the hem, she pulled it up and over her head and kicked off her sandals. She stood naked, hair touseled from the raising of the dress.
He stood back, looked over at Barry, then back to Lily. He smiled broadly; she could feel him appraising her. "Damn, she's like a modern Botticelli. Lily, you're going to please me."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going to put my mouth on you and bring you off, then you're going to suck and bite on my dick, and then we'll screw when it's time."
Lily felt dizzy. At the mention of his organ, she looked to his middle; his slacks were tented out, beginning at the lower half of his left thigh. "My God, you've got a big willy. Are you able to pull with a cock like that? It looks a little intimidating from here."
"Oh, yeah, I pull just fine. Lay back on the bed."
Lily glanced at Barry as she fell back on the covers. "No worries, dear. He's the man I picked out for you. I'll have him do you well." She lay there, arms on her sides, suddenly nervous again.
Lily saw him drink her in, then look back at Barry again. "Are you sure?", he asked. Barry was busy with the final setup of the camera, and didn't respond.
She looked at the dark man, saw him hesitate for the briefest moment, then saw the moment his eyes fell on hers. "All right," he said. "You're mine now."
His hands began to gently touch and stroke her thin frame, well-muscled arms and shoulders working as they did so. He skipped past her vagina and moved up to her stomach and breasts. She was used to her full, round breasts filling a man's hand; now, these black hands swallowed them up, caressing them gently then firmly, fingers extending up and over her collarbone, pressing her back on the mattress. She felt wonderful, stimulated, cared for and taken.
"You know what you're doing," Barry said. "Do that more."
Lily could see that he was not listening to Barry. He looked right at her. "You're the most beautiful thing going. When I fuck you, your life is going to change. You know that, right?"
"Yes. It's already changing."
Lily felt one huge hand take the side of her face. His face moved over hers slowly, and they kissed. She had the time to bring her small mouth and compariatively thin lips to his in response; they gently explored each other at first, then his big, thick lips began to overwhelm hers. The tips of their tongues met for some moments, then his slowly pushed through hers, taking over.
He lifted his face away, reengaging her gaze. It leapt out of her involuntarily: "Oh, darling."
He stood back up off the bed and quickly began to take his clothes off. "You're supposed to go down on her first before you take off your clothes, mate."
His upper body was revealed first. Wide, muscular shoulders, incredible V-taper to a extremely tight waist, a shallow but visible twelve-pack; Lily was getting him at his best. She knew nothing of his first affair with Donna a decade ago, but his body had only improved since then, the attentions of thousands of women honing it like a diamond.
His shoes, socks and pants came off. His briefs were unable to restrain his unit, a few inches seen glancingly for a moment extending outside the fabric. Lily raised up on her elbows, watching as he pulled them off. The waistband pulled down his erection; when he finally brought it over the sporting unit, his huge cock sprang up, wavering up and down three times as he stood tall.
Barry was behind him, unable to see this full revelation. "It isn't time for this yet...", Barry said.
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"Oh my goodness, you're amaaaazing." Barry saw Lily's eyes light up at the sight of the man's front. He brought himself and the camera around to see more.
He finally saw the man's penis in person. The profile view of his prick was singular, obscene. He was both much longer and thicker than anyone he had seen before; this was immediately evident to Barry even through the camera eye. The black man's cock pointed out and up slightly from his middle, then in the last half of its length curved up noticeably, excitedly. Barry had been involved in the swinger's lifestyle with his first wife and had seen her take on many a well-hung man, but this was at another level. He was shocked, and was bothered by the deviancies from the script he and Lily had agreed to, but kept quiet about it at the moment as he followed the scene.
Barry moved the camera with the towering man as he brought himself alongside the bed. It was difficult to keep all of him in frame as his meters stretched above them. Out of frame, he heard his girlfriend say, "Wow, is this for me?" He had not expected this to come out of Lily in the tone that it did: open, excited, curious. Not frightened much at all.
The camera eye saw her pale, soft, large and graceful hands touch his dark cock for the first time. Instead of wrapping around his shaft and head easily, it was all her hands could do to try to cover this man. Barry could hear her sigh hard, and watched her place one of her palms over the huge, prominent cock head while the other gripped as much of the middle of his shaft as it could cover. "Oh, you're wet already!", she said as her hand moved over his tip. Her face entered the camera frame; she gave it a dramatic wink as she grinned widely. "He's hot for me, baby," she said to Barry and the camera, showing her palm covered with the black man's milky fluid.
"Bite on my head, Lily," the man's deep voice commanded. "Bite on me hard and stroke me. Get me harder for you, and then I'm going to take you apart. Beautiful, long body, take you apart." He grabbed Lily by the back of her head and pulled her up to his face. Barry saw her tongue and lips seek out his mouth first, then after a few seconds begin to become taken in by his thick lips. His huge hand then wrapped itself through her hair, pulling her face back down to his prick.
Barry wasn't sure about this anymore. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
He finally saw the man's penis in person. The profile view of his prick was singular, obscene. He was both much longer and thicker than anyone he had seen before; this was immediately evident to Barry even through the camera eye. The black man's cock pointed out and up slightly from his middle, then in the last half of its length curved up noticeably, excitedly. Barry had been involved in the swinger's lifestyle with his first wife and had seen her take on many a well-hung man, but this was at another level. He was shocked, and was bothered by the deviancies from the script he and Lily had agreed to, but kept quiet about it at the moment as he followed the scene.
Barry moved the camera with the towering man as he brought himself alongside the bed. It was difficult to keep all of him in frame as his meters stretched above them. Out of frame, he heard his girlfriend say, "Wow, is this for me?" He had not expected this to come out of Lily in the tone that it did: open, excited, curious. Not frightened much at all.
The camera eye saw her pale, soft, large and graceful hands touch his dark cock for the first time. Instead of wrapping around his shaft and head easily, it was all her hands could do to try to cover this man. Barry could hear her sigh hard, and watched her place one of her palms over the huge, prominent cock head while the other gripped as much of the middle of his shaft as it could cover. "Oh, you're wet already!", she said as her hand moved over his tip. Her face entered the camera frame; she gave it a dramatic wink as she grinned widely. "He's hot for me, baby," she said to Barry and the camera, showing her palm covered with the black man's milky fluid.
"Bite on my head, Lily," the man's deep voice commanded. "Bite on me hard and stroke me. Get me harder for you, and then I'm going to take you apart. Beautiful, long body, take you apart." He grabbed Lily by the back of her head and pulled her up to his face. Barry saw her tongue and lips seek out his mouth first, then after a few seconds begin to become taken in by his thick lips. His huge hand then wrapped itself through her hair, pulling her face back down to his prick.
Barry wasn't sure about this anymore. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
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"It's OK, let me. I want to", Lily told the outlandishly gifted man. "Oh my God, your penis is sooooo gorgeous. I want it."
Her thoughts which had started in that same bed the previous night, as Barry slept and she had not, were coming to spectacular fruition. She felt the power of her sex; she knew she was extraordinary as well, and that she belonged in his class. He was perhaps more extraordinary, but Lily was ready to be made over into someone who was at his level. She could see and feel her ability to excite him, but she was going to have control that she had not been prepared to take at the floor of the train station. The script she and Barry had crafted could not be followed completely.
She moved her mouth as best she could over his massive cock head. At first, Lily felt a bit frightened by his size, but she kept her mind on her work, gaining comfort as she felt his arousal. Her hands worked over his shaft, first stroking the sides gently, then wrapping them around his thickness. When she squezzed down on the shaft, it was wonderful to feel him respond with a sigh and a "Yes, yes."
She stroked her tongue firmly on the underside where his head and shaft met, and looked up to see his response. She was met with a grimace, then a smile; "Oh, SHIT!" She felt his cock twitch hard in her mouth, and felt a hard squirt of fluid come from his head. She couldn't believe it....
She brought her mouth off of him, continuing to meet his eyes while stroking and squezzing him. "You're cumming already? Too much for you?"
"No, not too much, just enough. That's just my pre-cum. You're doing me great. Don't stop."
That was his pre-cum? It was copious. "Wow," she said, continuing to eye him. "You're fucking virile." She brought her mouth back down on his head, opening the back of her mouth more fully, taking more of him in. She felt more fluid jump from his cock, but understood more about who she was dealing with now, and was excited beyond all belief to find out more.
Her thoughts which had started in that same bed the previous night, as Barry slept and she had not, were coming to spectacular fruition. She felt the power of her sex; she knew she was extraordinary as well, and that she belonged in his class. He was perhaps more extraordinary, but Lily was ready to be made over into someone who was at his level. She could see and feel her ability to excite him, but she was going to have control that she had not been prepared to take at the floor of the train station. The script she and Barry had crafted could not be followed completely.
She moved her mouth as best she could over his massive cock head. At first, Lily felt a bit frightened by his size, but she kept her mind on her work, gaining comfort as she felt his arousal. Her hands worked over his shaft, first stroking the sides gently, then wrapping them around his thickness. When she squezzed down on the shaft, it was wonderful to feel him respond with a sigh and a "Yes, yes."
She stroked her tongue firmly on the underside where his head and shaft met, and looked up to see his response. She was met with a grimace, then a smile; "Oh, SHIT!" She felt his cock twitch hard in her mouth, and felt a hard squirt of fluid come from his head. She couldn't believe it....
She brought her mouth off of him, continuing to meet his eyes while stroking and squezzing him. "You're cumming already? Too much for you?"
"No, not too much, just enough. That's just my pre-cum. You're doing me great. Don't stop."
That was his pre-cum? It was copious. "Wow," she said, continuing to eye him. "You're fucking virile." She brought her mouth back down on his head, opening the back of her mouth more fully, taking more of him in. She felt more fluid jump from his cock, but understood more about who she was dealing with now, and was excited beyond all belief to find out more.
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He looks down at Lily as she resumes. Her lips wrap tight around the tip of his massive unit, her small mouth strains to open enough to take his tip in. Her high, full cheekbones are barely getting around him. The young Britishwoman's hair shines fire red, long and wavy around his extended middle; the skin of her face, hands and forearms, all working his length, are creamy and smooth.
The previous night of celibacy brought him to this place extremely aroused, but now it is her beauty and this scene that is creating a sort of crazy desire. Barry is silent now, filming and watching his girlfriend work her mouth on the hardest, thickest, longest cock these Brits have ever experienced. Disturbing, thrilling things move through his mind now.
He moves forward and brings one hand behind her head as she sits on the bed. The other reaches down to caress one full, soft breast, then the other. Lily gags briefly with the pressing on the front and back of her head, then readjusts. She moves from sitting on the edge of the bed to kneeling on it, bring her up higher towards him. Her hands pull on his cock as she moves.
"Oh my Lord, your prick is so wonderful...."; she impulsively fills her mouth again. She can't keep herself off me. He places one hand behind her head again, grabs Lily's shoulder with the other. She strokes her tongue firmly over his frenulum, and again, and again and again..."FUCK!" He can feel his cock stretch out and become even harder and curved upward. It is great to have all this available to him.
He looks over at Barry and the camera. He looks back down, pulls Lily's hair up off of her face and holds it back. Her cheeks are full, lips stretched out. Her right hand is filled halfway down his shaft, fingers straining to wrap all the way around it; his balls overflow her left hand. "That's nice...so sweet, so nasty, so good..."; he moves his pelvis back and forth for two dozen light thrusts; Lily's teeth begin to drag over his head and the top of his shaft. He looks back at Barry after a few seconds. He can't believe how hard this Brit, this scene, is making him. He needs to do something. "Your woman is hot shit, man. Watch this."
He moves his cock away from Lily's face and hands- "Oh, darling, come back!" He picks up his pants, reaches in the pocket for the highest-quality lube that he had purchased with Emily earlier in the week. He squeezes the bottle with one hand, streaming the lube over the full length, begins to stroke with the other. More pre-cum leaps out; his urethra opens up; he continues to ooze his lightly milky fluid. Lily looks on, still on her knees on the mattress, moving toward him; she bites on her bottom lip. He closes the lid, throws the bottle aside. GodDAMN, this feels good.
Barry speaks from the left. "No, not yet. Blow him some more, Lily."
He can't help himself; he starts to laugh.
The previous night of celibacy brought him to this place extremely aroused, but now it is her beauty and this scene that is creating a sort of crazy desire. Barry is silent now, filming and watching his girlfriend work her mouth on the hardest, thickest, longest cock these Brits have ever experienced. Disturbing, thrilling things move through his mind now.
He moves forward and brings one hand behind her head as she sits on the bed. The other reaches down to caress one full, soft breast, then the other. Lily gags briefly with the pressing on the front and back of her head, then readjusts. She moves from sitting on the edge of the bed to kneeling on it, bring her up higher towards him. Her hands pull on his cock as she moves.
"Oh my Lord, your prick is so wonderful...."; she impulsively fills her mouth again. She can't keep herself off me. He places one hand behind her head again, grabs Lily's shoulder with the other. She strokes her tongue firmly over his frenulum, and again, and again and again..."FUCK!" He can feel his cock stretch out and become even harder and curved upward. It is great to have all this available to him.
He looks over at Barry and the camera. He looks back down, pulls Lily's hair up off of her face and holds it back. Her cheeks are full, lips stretched out. Her right hand is filled halfway down his shaft, fingers straining to wrap all the way around it; his balls overflow her left hand. "That's nice...so sweet, so nasty, so good..."; he moves his pelvis back and forth for two dozen light thrusts; Lily's teeth begin to drag over his head and the top of his shaft. He looks back at Barry after a few seconds. He can't believe how hard this Brit, this scene, is making him. He needs to do something. "Your woman is hot shit, man. Watch this."
He moves his cock away from Lily's face and hands- "Oh, darling, come back!" He picks up his pants, reaches in the pocket for the highest-quality lube that he had purchased with Emily earlier in the week. He squeezes the bottle with one hand, streaming the lube over the full length, begins to stroke with the other. More pre-cum leaps out; his urethra opens up; he continues to ooze his lightly milky fluid. Lily looks on, still on her knees on the mattress, moving toward him; she bites on her bottom lip. He closes the lid, throws the bottle aside. GodDAMN, this feels good.
Barry speaks from the left. "No, not yet. Blow him some more, Lily."
He can't help himself; he starts to laugh.
From "The Misunderstood Penis" Scientific American, April 30, 2009:
"Only our species has such a distinctive mushroom-capped glans...Magnetic imaging studies of heterosexual couples having sex reveal that, during coitus, the typical penis completely expands and occupies the vaginal tract, and with full penetration can even reach the woman’s cervix and lift her uterus. This combined with the fact that human ejaculate is expelled with great force and considerable distance (up to two feet if not contained), suggests that men are designed to release sperm into the uppermost portion of the vagina possible. Thus, in a theoretical paper published in the journal Evolutionary Psychology in 2004, Gallup and coauthor, Rebecca Burch, conjecture that, “A longer penis would not only have been an advantage for leaving semen in a less accessible part of the vagina, but by filling and expanding the vagina it also would aid and abet the displacement of semen left by other males as a means of maximizing the likelihood of paternity.”
This “semen displacement theory” is the most intriguing part of (the) story. We may prefer to regard our species as being blissfully monogamous, but the truth is that, historically, at least some degree of fooling around has been our modus operandi for at least as long we’ve been on two legs. Since sperm cells can survive in a woman’s cervical mucus for up to several days, this means that if she has more than one male sexual partner over this period of time, say within 48 hours, then the sperm of these two men are competing for reproductive access to her ovum. According to (scientists), “examples include, group sex, gang rape, promiscuity, prostitution, and resident male insistence on sex in response to suspected infidelity.”...
So how did natural selection equip men to solve the adaptive problem of other men impregnating their sexual partners? The answer...is their penises were sculpted in such a way that the organ would effectively displace the semen of competitors from their partner’s vagina, a well-synchronized effect facilitated by the “upsuck” of thrusting during intercourse. Specifically, the coronal ridge offers a special removal service by expunging foreign sperm. According to this analysis, the effect of thrusting would be to draw other men’s sperm away from the cervix and back around the glans, thus “scooping out” the semen deposited by a sexual rival...
In a controlled series of “displacement trials,” the vagina was...loaded with semen, the phalluses were inserted at varying depths (to simulate thrusting) and removed, whereupon the latex orifice was examined to determine how much semen had been displaced from it. As predicted, the two phalluses with the coronal ridges displaced significantly more semen from the vagina (each removed 91 percent) than the “headless” control (35.3 percent). Additionally, the further that the phalluses were inserted—that is to say, the deeper the thrust—the more semen was displaced. When the phallus with the more impressive coronal ridge was inserted three fourths of the way into the vagina, it removed only a third of the semen, whereas it removed nearly all of the semen when inserted completely. Shallow thrusting, simulated by the researchers inserting the artificial phallus halfway or less into the artificial vagina, failed to displace any semen at all. So if you want advice that’ll give you a leg up in the evolutionary arms race, don’t go West, young man—go deep."
"Only our species has such a distinctive mushroom-capped glans...Magnetic imaging studies of heterosexual couples having sex reveal that, during coitus, the typical penis completely expands and occupies the vaginal tract, and with full penetration can even reach the woman’s cervix and lift her uterus. This combined with the fact that human ejaculate is expelled with great force and considerable distance (up to two feet if not contained), suggests that men are designed to release sperm into the uppermost portion of the vagina possible. Thus, in a theoretical paper published in the journal Evolutionary Psychology in 2004, Gallup and coauthor, Rebecca Burch, conjecture that, “A longer penis would not only have been an advantage for leaving semen in a less accessible part of the vagina, but by filling and expanding the vagina it also would aid and abet the displacement of semen left by other males as a means of maximizing the likelihood of paternity.”
This “semen displacement theory” is the most intriguing part of (the) story. We may prefer to regard our species as being blissfully monogamous, but the truth is that, historically, at least some degree of fooling around has been our modus operandi for at least as long we’ve been on two legs. Since sperm cells can survive in a woman’s cervical mucus for up to several days, this means that if she has more than one male sexual partner over this period of time, say within 48 hours, then the sperm of these two men are competing for reproductive access to her ovum. According to (scientists), “examples include, group sex, gang rape, promiscuity, prostitution, and resident male insistence on sex in response to suspected infidelity.”...
So how did natural selection equip men to solve the adaptive problem of other men impregnating their sexual partners? The answer...is their penises were sculpted in such a way that the organ would effectively displace the semen of competitors from their partner’s vagina, a well-synchronized effect facilitated by the “upsuck” of thrusting during intercourse. Specifically, the coronal ridge offers a special removal service by expunging foreign sperm. According to this analysis, the effect of thrusting would be to draw other men’s sperm away from the cervix and back around the glans, thus “scooping out” the semen deposited by a sexual rival...
In a controlled series of “displacement trials,” the vagina was...loaded with semen, the phalluses were inserted at varying depths (to simulate thrusting) and removed, whereupon the latex orifice was examined to determine how much semen had been displaced from it. As predicted, the two phalluses with the coronal ridges displaced significantly more semen from the vagina (each removed 91 percent) than the “headless” control (35.3 percent). Additionally, the further that the phalluses were inserted—that is to say, the deeper the thrust—the more semen was displaced. When the phallus with the more impressive coronal ridge was inserted three fourths of the way into the vagina, it removed only a third of the semen, whereas it removed nearly all of the semen when inserted completely. Shallow thrusting, simulated by the researchers inserting the artificial phallus halfway or less into the artificial vagina, failed to displace any semen at all. So if you want advice that’ll give you a leg up in the evolutionary arms race, don’t go West, young man—go deep."
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Barry continued to film as the two failed to follow his direction. Lily and her dark lover met again at the side of the bed. She continued to kneel on the mattress while he stood tall alongside it. She kissed his chest and bit on his nipples; her hands ran over his stomach and down to his lubed cock. He stroked and caressed the deep cleft of Lily's back, cradled her breasts. The two laughed together in excitement and joy over their discoveries.
"Bite it hard," he instructed. Lily complied, bringing her mouth down on his hardness, knawing on his head. then along the side of his shaft. "YES," he bellowed.
"That's it, more of that," Barry said.
All at once, the huge man reached down, wrapped his hands around Lily's waist and lifted her high off the bed and onto him as he stood. Barry's girlfriend held herself up by cradling her breasts up against his face as the man readjusted his grip, bringing his hands down between her legs, one behind her and one in front.
Barry brought the camera closer and lower. The darkie's tremendous prick swayed about freely underneath Lily. His head extended out extraordinarily from his thick shaft; his urethra pointed right into the camera for a moment and continued its flow of pre-cum. Her legs gripped the sides of his torso as his fingers began to stroke her labia and search for her opening. Her tight ass flexed as she held herself up this way.
"Stick it in me," Lily pleaded. She was not playing the submissive role well, Barry thought to himself. He assumed she wanted his fingers inside her. The scene did call for lengthy foreplay.
Barry saw the man's hands move up. His right arm wrapped around her back and lifted Lily up even higher; his left hand pointed his penis up against his stomach.
"No, not yet," Barry said quickly. He heard the sound of his voice come out high and panicky.
The lovers continued wordlessly. Barry pulled the camera back a bit and caught the man lowering Lily's crotch onto his massive cock head. It soon found the lips of her vagina; soon, the head nestled in between those lips. The camera finally showed him at full height; the statuesque Lily appeared diminutive against him.
"Oh, darling," Lily sighed. "Your head, it's so wide. Lower me on it slowly."
Barry thought about his lovemaking with Lily last night. He was worried now.
"Bite it hard," he instructed. Lily complied, bringing her mouth down on his hardness, knawing on his head. then along the side of his shaft. "YES," he bellowed.
"That's it, more of that," Barry said.
All at once, the huge man reached down, wrapped his hands around Lily's waist and lifted her high off the bed and onto him as he stood. Barry's girlfriend held herself up by cradling her breasts up against his face as the man readjusted his grip, bringing his hands down between her legs, one behind her and one in front.
Barry brought the camera closer and lower. The darkie's tremendous prick swayed about freely underneath Lily. His head extended out extraordinarily from his thick shaft; his urethra pointed right into the camera for a moment and continued its flow of pre-cum. Her legs gripped the sides of his torso as his fingers began to stroke her labia and search for her opening. Her tight ass flexed as she held herself up this way.
"Stick it in me," Lily pleaded. She was not playing the submissive role well, Barry thought to himself. He assumed she wanted his fingers inside her. The scene did call for lengthy foreplay.
Barry saw the man's hands move up. His right arm wrapped around her back and lifted Lily up even higher; his left hand pointed his penis up against his stomach.
"No, not yet," Barry said quickly. He heard the sound of his voice come out high and panicky.
The lovers continued wordlessly. Barry pulled the camera back a bit and caught the man lowering Lily's crotch onto his massive cock head. It soon found the lips of her vagina; soon, the head nestled in between those lips. The camera finally showed him at full height; the statuesque Lily appeared diminutive against him.
"Oh, darling," Lily sighed. "Your head, it's so wide. Lower me on it slowly."
Barry thought about his lovemaking with Lily last night. He was worried now.
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