Big, gorgeous black man and petite, white Donna

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The lovers both felt his head nestle against her labia and pull down on the hood of her clit. They wiggled their middles together, working their organs on each other, her legs pressing against his sides. It felt delicious; they looked at each other, smiled broadly, laughed softly, quickly, in excited anticipation. Two minutes of this made Lily very wet, but not much closer to getting his huge head inside her.

"I've got you", he reassured her. Their eyes met and held on each other as he lifted her up and his hands went from her waist to the underneath of her thighs; then he slid his forearms underneath her knees. This opened her legs wider; Lily pulled herself up a bit, her arms reaching up high, her hands frantically looking to link themselves behind his neck. Even with her long limbs, Lily had to press her torso more fully against him in this position to link her hands.

"You should suck on him again," Barry said. He continued to film the action; next, he saw his woman meeting the awesome man's mouth as he began to kiss her. Their lips slowly opened to each other's as Lily's new lover gently jabbed his prick against her opening. "He can't get inside you. Bring him off with your mouth," Barry repeated.

Seemingly in response, he heard Lily moan intensely while her mouth remained full, wrapped around the staggeringly tall man's lips and tongue. This continued for ten seconds or more; finally, their mouths untangled, and she said "Oh my God, you're fucking me!"

Barry brought his attention and camera closer to the lover's organs; he felt a tinge of nausea as he saw that Lily's vagina had taken in the younger man's huge cock head. The camera captured his thick shaft stroking quickly, shallowly, working patiently to find its way inside her. Barry's fascination overcame his apprehension; he brought his camera underneath their organs as the black man stood tall. He heard Lily moaning wordlessly for the next half-minute as he worked his cock.

Suddenly, there was a huge gush of fluid which rained down from their organs, squirting and splashing over the camera lens, Barry's face, the man's flexing and working thighs, the hardwood floor...."UUUUUHHHNNNNNN.....", Lily moaned and cried out wordlessly. Barry had heard her in orgasmic bliss before, but he had never heard Lily let loose sounds like this. She kept up her urgent, gutteral moans as more of the man's black shaft disappeared inside her. His balls were covered with Lily's ejaculate; his pumping threw traces of her flowing liquid off his balls and into the air behind her. Barry pulled back, using the comforter to wipe her cum off his face and the camera lens. The camera now saw them in full frame, his forearms continuing to hold her underneath her knees, her toes pointed in the air, her back and ass flexing themselves gorgeously as she became more secure and comfortable taking in his hugeness. More than half of his length remained exposed, working for its entry. They grunted wordlessly, aggressively, animalistically.

After another minute, a tremendous gushing sound was heard from their middles, and an even greater amount of Lily's ejaculate sprayed and dropped from them; it was heard splashing onto the floor. "OOOOHHHHHUUUUNNNNNN....GOD!", Lily moaned loudly. The darkie held his thrusts more gently after this huge orgasm, finally bringing them to a stop, allowing his cock to stay still and deep inside her cunt as he stood; it appeared that Lily was now taking in half of his dick. They kissed deeply again as he brought his hands underneath her ass. She continued to moan urgently, wordlessly as his tongue opened her mouth.

After this brief reassembly, they began to fuck again. Barry now brought the camera into profile as the two continued to entwine their mouths and his cock strokes become shorter but quicker; a rhythmic moaning now came from Lily as she continued to suck on her new lover's tongue and lips. A minute more of this, and she was gushing again; her feet flexed back as she allowed herself to fall back from his chest and stomach and watched his cock burrow deeper yet, her cum flowing from their organs. Her moans were now turning into whimpers as this bliss was beginning to overcome her ability to maintain any dignity. GOD!

 

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"Are you OK? Damn, you know how to work your shit on me."

Lily looked up to him and could only giggle excitedly in response, shaking her head "Yes". He kissed her briefly, then lifted her off his cock. More of Lily's cum dripped off them, dropping onto his legs, feet, the floor.

He brought her down slowly, gently to the hardwood. Her legs were shaky; her feet found their security slowly, as they landed in the puddle below. With Barry and the camera remaining in profile view, Lily's hands found his cock. The organ was pure, singular; it stood even more aroused than it had been before he had opened her. It was hard, the foot of length curving slightly upwards, its shaft now even more striated with thick veins.

Lily stood up and ran her mouth over his chest, bit his nipples, licked and nibbled his stomach; he sighed as he felt his cock stretch out just a bit and become even harder, thicker. Her hands held tight onto the base of his shaft as she bent down. "What a MAN you are!", she said; she began to kiss his prick, up from the shaft to his head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, pumped it quickly for thirty strokes over his first three inches, as much as she was capable of taking in. She took her mouth back off him; involuntary, gutteral moans came from her.

He coaxed her onto the bed with his hands, finally lifting her onto the middle of the mattress. She laid back, continuing to moan and whimper, her body now quivering, the tips of one hand's fingers pressing gently against her mouth. He put his mouth on her peach of a cunt; he kissed down from her thin patch of red pubic hair and finally brought his lips and tongue onto her tender parts.

She was now humming in pleasure continuously, but when his mouth found her clit, Lily went "UUUUUnnnnnn"; her moans became louder, more urgent, rising and falling in response to her lover's work. Barry was stunned with what was happening. His mind was filled with concerns, but these thoughts could not form themselves into words. He briefly thought to turn the camera off, to spare himself, but his body could not respond to that fleeting instruction.

The potent man's mouth did not spend much time on Lily's cunt; it moved up, kissing and biting her gorgeous, stretching stomach, sucking hard on her big tits, one hand caressing her as the other hand's long, thick fingers began to stroke her clit and vulva. Her urgent moans and whimpers remained continuous. He continued to suck on her breasts as first one, then two fingers dug into her vault. They searched for and finally found the hard knob of her G-spot.

He nibbled her neck, then kissed her face as they felt his fingers bringing her closer to yet another orgasm. After kissing her forehead, their eyes locked on each other's again as his fingers stroked away at the wonderful nut inside her. His finger's strokes became quicker and he smiled as her face gave way to pleasure and the red rash of approaching orgasm flooded her neck and breastplate.

As she was about to come, gaining sync with his pace, his fingers pulled out of her, rubbing her pussy lips in a circular motion a half-dozen times as his hands left her groin. Lily's moans became louder again as she called out wordlessly, wanting the orgsasm which was now so close. His hands now quickly, gracefully flipped her over onto her stomach.

 

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Lily looked great laying face-down on the comforter, her ass round, firm and full, extending off her thin frame. Her lover grabbed the back of her legs and opened them wide, and brought his hands underneath her stomach and lifted her onto all fours. He kissed and sucked on her vulva from behind for a few seconds, then began to mount Lily as her moaning remained uncontrolled.

His feet flat on the mattress, he crouched and held Lily's hips and waist as his head pushed into her. "WWWHHOOOOOOOW," she moaned as his shaft drove into her first inches, spreading her cunt open. He worked his beautiful cock expertly, persistently; Lily's quivering turned to shaking as he made her cum again quickly. He pushed deeper, held her open by pressing his cock into her with no thrusts, pulling her shoulders down as he pressed up. Finally, he brought his weight down on her, pressing Lily down flat onto the covers.

Now she lacked all control. Her new man used one hand to push her down in between her shoulder blades; the other found her hands and held them together on the small of her back. His legs were outside hers. Straddled over her ass, he worked his cock again with short strokes, then longer ones, each stroke searching for her cervix. Her moans became very loud and urgent, beginning to search for words again: "Oh, that's GOOD!....UUNNNOOOOOHHHH....YES, YES, YES,....OH OH OH OH OH.....CUMMING CUMMING...UUHHHHHHH...". Lily screamed out loudly for a half-minute or more as his cock found her G-spot and cervix simultaneously. Two more inches slid in as her vagina tented and she flowed onto him.

Finally, his cock rocked to a slow stop. Lily's face came off the mattress; "Oh Fuck You Can Love Me!", she said. Her voice was shaky; her body was trembling; she was filled with adrenaline and satisfaction. They rolled over and he laid back; he remained sunk inside her body as she wrapped herself around him in this reverse cowgirl position. A huge, deep, dark puddle was revealed as they moved up on the bed. The comforter could not absorb it all; Lily's fluid flowed over the cover, running to its edges.

 

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A middle fingertip found her swollen clitoris, now fully exposed and open; he began to thrust again. Barry's camera could see Lily's vagina pulled tight around his huge prick, her cunt walls pulling out an inch beyond her labia with his withdrawal strokes, his fingertip wiggling on her clit, her feet lifting up and legs spread open as she came again. No ejaculate flowed from her this time, but it was another earthquaker; her full body quivered long and hard again, and her eyes rolled up in her head. Lily's face, most ofter seen by Barry as lovely, placid and judgeless, grimaced with the incredible removal from previous concerns placed upon her by the depth and length of this orgasm.

"Do you want me to suck that dick? Let me suck your great big cock that makes me cum so much!" Lily lifted herself off the man, brought her hands around his big balls and thick base, shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Lifting her mouth off him and stroking him rapidly, her moans were those of an attacked and attacking animal. The script she and Barry had formed was irretrievable; it was all actions by need now. Barry continued to film, made mute by his girlfriend's abandon, the man and his incredible talents.

The man pushed her back onto the bed, forced Lily's legs wide apart and began to mount her. He faced the camera; one hand grabbed a big breast; his other held the inside of a thigh open as his cock hit home again.

"Ohh, fuck me, darling," Lily said. Her hands stroked his chest and abs, reached around his sides and cupped his ass. "FUCK....your DICK!"

He looked up at Barry as he began to run his hips through her again, Lily splayed underneath.

"You're crazy to pass this woman around," he said into the camera.

 

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The camera remained on the couple, fascinated and frozen, as the black man pulled himself higher above the beautiful, pale woman. Occasionally, he ran his hips in a circle or two, but quickly resumed his rapid, long thrusts. Two minute into this relentless action, Lily's moans edged into screams: "OH, that's SO DEEP! SO DEEP! BIG, BIG, THICK.....PLEASE, NOW!... OHHHHHHHHH....". He kissed her deeply for a moment, then brought his elbows above her shoulders on the mattress, his hips snaking, beginning his own continuous moaning.

He held his last thrusts in her as deeply as she was capable of taking him. Barry heard Lily shout out anxiously, "What's that?....OH my GOD, I can feel you tossing!...Put it in me, deep in me, deep in me, I can feel you....OHHHHHHH, LORD!....UHHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNNN....". He grimaced slightly, his eyes closed, his chest pressed over her face. He let loose with "YES!" over and over again as this triumph continued. As Barry brought the camera view wider, he caught Lily with her legs circled around this man, holding her feet together over his back with one of her hands as he pumped inside her. She held herself in this way, still moaning her encouragement, as his thrusting slowed and stopped.

Finally, he brought himself down lower so that they could kiss again. Lily responded to this movement: "NO, keep it in there, in there deep." His lover brought his dick back to its depths; he could feel at least ten of his inches now holding her open. Her legs came back to rest; Lily relaxed flat on the mattress, feeling amazingly filled as her new man towered above her.

"You made me cum with you again when you tossed. It was soooo sexy, so sexy. I could feel you flooding me with your hot spunk." Lily glowed and smiled as their eyes found and stayed on each other; her face, neck, and breasts were flushed red.

"I want to fuck you again," he said. "You're great."

"Give me a minute, I'm exhausted," Lily responded. "Then, please?"

Their mutual laughter was giddy and open. Barry was still in the room, but their attention was only for each other.

 

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Many hours later, Barry reentered the bedroom as dusk took over. The man was fucking Lily from behind as they spooned together, cocooning her as his hugeness overwhemed the tall young woman.

She was relaxed, moaning, kissing his forearms as they wrapped lightly around her neck and breasts. Barry's second look showed that Lily was past relaxed; she was limp with exhaustion. This amazing man's size and skills were so plentiful, however, that she was not having to work for her pleasure.

As his gentle, deep thrusts filled her, Lily chanted over and over again, "I love you, I love you, love me, love me, please love me, yes, yes, love, I love you....". Barry stayed for a few minutes, watching as the lovers ignored him, watching as Lily came two more times on his cock, watching as he pulled out of her and laid on his back, as Lily languidly kissed and licked and pulled on his shaft, watched as the man was heard for the fifth time that day calling out "YES!", watching as his cock shot and rained down thick, white sperm many feet into the air, watching as she concentrated on pleasuring him until his copiously pumping cock rested.

Lily slowly moved to wrap her leg and arm around his side, kissing up from his neck to his mouth, saying "How did that feel, baby? I loved it. I love you. You're so good."

"Great. You know what you're doing, and you're goddamn beautiful. I'm staying here."

"Please." She moved up as she felt his sticky sperm against her leg and hand, begging to look to the edge of the bed. Lily saw Barry, and said, "Barry, could you get a towel and bring it to us?"

Barry felt little choice but to do as he was asked, with the faint hope that this level of devotion could somehow keep Lily with him. As he left to the linen closet just outside the bedroom, Barry heard Lily say, "You're carving me open and putting that cum deep in me. I want more of you."

 

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Lily was now his; after a few more days of their feverish takeover of the bed she had shared with Barry, there was no way that she would let her American go. This episode began a renewal of his first habits as a lover, with a twist. Unlike his lengthy teenage trysts, he now had enough money that he and Lily were able to move into a beautiful apartment with a view of the Thames.

As had happened with Donna and Beth a decade ago, he now spent months thoroughly ravishing a single woman. Lily's modeling and acting career was interrupted by her abandonment to this new affair. While she did not pursue casting calls or modeling shoots during the summer, one thing did happen which did help Lily's career. The tabloid newspapers and magazines were supplied with plentiful photos from paparazzi who caught Lily and her incredible man as they stepped out for errands. The two even showed up at a couple of premieres together. Always, the lovely young British beauty looked touseled as she posed proudly beside her seven-foot black American.

As the months moved on and Lily's career remained unpursued, the tabloid speculation became tremendous. The first conclusion reached was that the man was sharing drugs with the fresh-faced beauty. She did look thin and less rested than she had been, so the gossip fit. However, it was not drugs she was addicted to.

The next common rumor began when a baby bump was seen on Lily. It disappeared after a few weeks, which confused and intrigued the scandal sheets, particularly when it was repeated later in the summer. The real explanation was unsurprising: the man's potency and the frequency of their lovemaking had gotten Lily pregnant twice, and she had chosen to terminate these pregnancies.

Toward summer's end, the two vacationed in the Virgin Islands, where the swarming paparazzi got a bigger eyeful than could be published. A morning's lovemaking on a private beach carried over into an afternoon of passion as well. They cavorted nude throughout the day, and two photographers with long-distance lenses were able to capture the incredibly explicit action. Only a few photos were publishablein the tabloids; the rest ended up in the private collections of the privledged few, as the photos became notoriously expensive on the underground market. These were the few who knew details of Lily's summer of love.

Finally, Lily's body became worn from her full occupation of his body, libido and abilities. While they continued to live together and remained lovers, she began to pursue her career again, as the need to rest her body and her ambition each weighed in. He was surprised to find that he had enjoyed being a one-woman man for a time. However, as Lily began to spend some of her days and nights away, his desirabilty and desire made his encounters with terrific-bodied Europeans impossible to avoid. The two worked out an arrangement: he would not be expected to remain sexually faithful to Lily, but he would be more discreet with his outside affairs.

Along with cavorting with the wives of wealthy men and politicians, an early tryst during this time took place with a world champion gymnast from the island. Hannah was a national hero; her face was quite homely. Her body, though, delighted him, particularly her incredibly hard, full calves. He was able to send word through one of his many partners that he wanted to love her. They met each other a few times; their sex was wonderful.

With the scandal of his affair with Lily ongoing, he respected Hannah's wish to avoid public exposure. However, there was a time or two that the photographers caught Hannah as she left the home he kept with Lily. This interrupted the affair. Their time resumed at a future World Championship, when Hannah was treated to more fucking with him as part of another international carousel of tight-bodied women. Neither let on to her teammates that this was a resumption of their affair.

 

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Another year was spent with the cream of European women. Four women's lives and bodies were transformed by a season with their huge, charcoal-colored American, with side affairs brought into each of his seasons.

Lena was a fresh-faced German singer, a brunette with a beautifully long, thin torso and full, muscular legs and ass from her childhood ballet training. Like Lily, Lena's beauty and fame caused public preocupation with her love life. Unlike Lily, Lena chose to be with her man safely in private; her family's wealth allowed her to provide a secure high-rise for most of their trysts. Her public interest in a Swedish boy ceased.

Lena went out to the local grocer's after the two beautiful people started their morning with a furious fuck. Feeling glorious and special, she saw a celebrity magazine cover on "Lena's loss"; the story speculated on her sadness over the end of her romance with the popular Swede. She laughed, and placed the magazine in her bag so that her singular American could enjoy the laugh with her.

Elena was the Spanish gymnast who had brought him off so incredibly with her feet and hands (see page 5 for those delicious details). They spent most of their time at her family's farm on a Majorcan island. Elena's tiny body had become mature enough to take him, if only a third of him at first. He found her beauty magnetic; the power she held over him was made most extraordinary by the fact that she weighed nearly four times less than him.

Elena's doting family filled her request for a larger, sturdier bed for her room. While many hours were spent opening up Elena on that bed, the two strangely matched animals enjoyed making love underneath a large tree which stood next to the farm's entry road. During the warm days, Elena would bring a favorite group of thick quilts to lay out on the ground; her lover brought out soft pillows. He would start out on his back, allowing her to work her way slowly onto him. The family arranged to meet with friends in town that season, as the drive down the entry road often brought the unexplainable sight of the tiny, pale Spaniard cumming furiously on the massive cock of the towering, dark American.

 

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Hungary was full of extremely beautiful, adventurous women. Greta was the one who grabbed most of his time during his season there. She was simply mind-blowingly sexy: a pile of blonde hair sat atop her gorgeous, curious face and long neck; her 5'6", thin frame supported surprisingly full breasts, ass and calves, and she provided soft, fresh skin. Greta was sexually inexhaustible, but often struck a passive mood. She smiled widely and excitedly and would perform acts on him, but she seemed most content laying on her back, wordlessly and attentively gazing at him with shiny, wide eyes, as he threw himself into her. During these months, the young Greta went from only being able to take in half of him to taking nearly all of him. He had never been able to bury his cock in any woman up to the base, but the eager, fascinating Hungarian came as closely as anyone had before. He never bothered to learn the language; it was left to Greta to explain in her broken English that she was pregnant. Their fucking continued for two more weeks before he moved on; as always, he allowed the woman to make up her own mind about what to do. Greta ended up delivering a ten-pound baby boy with extremely dark skin. As usual, his genetic material was superior, as the boy would eventually grow into a large, extraordinarily good-looking man with a long, thick penis; Greta's son would be prized as his father was.

He met Alexia during his tour of the Greek Islands. The 45-year-old native was beautiful and striking; a bold but graceful brow highlighted her sharp-eyed face with olive skin. As was the case with many Greek women, she was extremely well-kept. She took time to sunbathe for an hour or two most days, and took care to moisturize her skin and wear sweet, feminine fragrances. Her husband was away on business trips most of the time, allowing Alexia and her exotic American to fuck in her marital bed most days and many nights. He would rent a room when Pietros was in town; they would go there when her husband was home. Their cleverness and desire allowed them to figure out a way to make love with each other every single day during these months while managing to keep it from her husband. Alexia's body became harder, sturdier, leaner from the workouts they gave each other. Finally, pregnancy and the need to deal with it required that they come clean. Since honesty was now possible, they decided their last time together would be on a day Pietros was due home. He arrived in the late afternoon. Walking to the bedroom, he was treated to the sight of his wife mounted atop this huge, young black man, rocking herself to three series of long, hard orgasms. The American gripped Alexia's breasts and ass as he came inside of Pietros' wife in the middle of her third cluster of cumming. He kept thrusting as they came together; his sperm overflowed from her vagina and down his thick shaft and huge balls. Alexia kissed him briefly as they basked in the afterglow. She then dismounted him and covered herself immediately aferwards as she sat next to her lover on the bed and spoke to Pietros. "I'm pregnant by him", she told her husband; the handsome, dark, younger, towering man sat beside her, smiling, relaxed and uncovered, his extraordinary body exposed. His huge cock stretched out, covered with the juices of Pietros' wife.

 

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America was his next destination, but his easy ability to transcend cultural and language differences was seen on the return to his home country as well.

His body was kept in shape by his adventurous life, but as he neared 30, massages were something he incorporated into his schedule. Days after his return, he went to a small Chinese spa where five massage tables were set up in the largest room. He stretched out far past the length of the table as he laid out; his masseuse arrived at the table as he lay on his stomach. "Aaaaahhhhh," he heard a female voice exclaim. "Tall, very....high," her accented voice said.

She did her best to dig into his huge muscles during the hour-long session. The technique employed by the spa required that she use her elbows and knees at times; his size required that she did most of her work with her whole body on top of him. She spent much less time with her feet on the floor than the masseuses of the other clients in the room. She breathed in and out deeply as she did her work on him, squealed and laughed awkwardly when she began to dig into his full, muscular buttocks, and sighed as she massaged his broad back and full, sinewy arms.

Without looking, he gained an idea about her body as she crawled over him during the time he was face-down; she felt strong, relatively light, and fairly short. She climbed off him; "Turn....turn", she soon said. He slowly flipped onto his back and saw her for the first time. She was taller than he expected. Long bangs covered her forehead and shaded her eyes. He saw full lips speaking quietly in Mandarin as she waited for him to settle on the table. He glanced up and down her quickly as his head laid back. She wore a tight t-shirt and cargo pants as she moved from the side of the table to its foot. His glances on her front and back revealed a nice body, not too young.

These unexpected thoughts roused his penis. As she began to massage his feet, the sheer, loose lounge pants he wore began to rise in the middle. She climbed up on the table to dig her knees into his thighs. His cock, which had been resting in his tight underwear, pointed up toward his belly button, now reached for that belly button, a thick cylinder now taking up much of his middle as she placed her hands on the front of his hips for balance. He heard her breathing in and out with her efforts; her knees finished at the top of his thighs, her hands resting tantalizingly close to his growing prick as she kneaded him.

As she hopped off, he heard her feet hit the floor, her breath softer as she rested briefly, saying "wow...wow..." as she rested. He opened his eyes for a moment to peek at her; while her eyes remained invisible, her face appeared directed at him, at his torso. Now she spoke in Mandarin again, the tone of her voice possessing a similar wonder.

As she finished her hour with him, she pressed her palms on his forehead, stroked down the sides of his face, and gently said "Done, done...You like?".

He rose casually to his elbows, trying to catch her eyes. "I liked very much, very much. Nice hands."

She smiled broadly, bowed slightly, and made her way out of the room. He looked at her ass as she walked away, absorbing it. This was something...

 

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As he paid, he asked the name of the masseuse; they named her May. He came back to the spa the next week, calling ahead of time to ask for May. Instead of laying face-down immediately, he stood beside the table, shoes off. Two other masseuses were performing, appearing well on their way.

May entered, hesitating when she saw him, then coming to him quickly. "Hello, hi!", she said, craning up to see him; he saw she was about 5'4", and looked as good as he remembered. The two had an awkward moment, as their bodies leaned close to each other, but it was not proper to embrace. They each moved back a half-step; finally, her hands reached to touch his briefly.

He got in position for the beginning of her work; he took his shirt off this time. Her routine was similar, but he could feel that she was more comfortable. When she began to massage his buttocks, she breathed out deeply, then in slowly. Her hands spent more time on him there; "Good, feel good?" she asked. "Yesss", he sighed.

At May's request, he flipped over onto his back. Last time, his shirt had covered up the top of his penis when he had gotten hard, as his underwear wasn't able to hold in his length. Now, the head of his cock briefly peeked out over the waist of his underwear and lounge pants. He pulled the pants up high; they barely managed to cover him. She moved forward, touching him briefly on his leg, then holding her hand on his shoulder, grounding them.

When May ran her knees into his thighs, she allowed one of her knees to slip off his leg, then her other knee fell away on the other side. He immediately felt her groin, hot and soft against his thigh as she straddled it. She moved up, reaching to massage his hip flexors. In the action, her crotch dragged over his thigh; her sigh this time was different than past ones. He also felt a dampness beginning to mix in with the heat.

She moved off him again, standing at the side of the table again. He looked at her more directly this time; she was breathing much harder, appearing to take him in. He allowed May to see him looking at her. She scanned up from his middle to his stomach and chest, and her face stopped its movement. Her hair still prevented her from seeing her eyes directly, but he could feel May looking at him. She touched his side, allowing that touch to linger before she moved on.

She ran her hands over his front. His cock extended out even longer than it had before, and it finally grew out from under the waist of his underwear and pants, the head now visible. Her hands massaged him, moving tantalizingly close to his organ. Soon, her hands began to brush against the sides of his prick. Her hands moved further down to his legs, leaving him ragingly excited and intrigued by the possibility that her brushes had been accidental.

May rested her hands on his feet for a moment which lingered. Then, she quickly worked back up his right leg. Her hands rubbed the inside of his thigh, working their way up to his groin. The backs of her fingers pushed against his big balls. His cock stretched out longer and harder; he could feel the top of his shaft uncovered along with his head.

Suddenly, May's palm was on his frenulum, the tenderest spot he had; her other hand gently gripped the cock base over his pants. Her hands stayed there for a few tantalizing seconds. He kept his eyes closed; after a few seconds, his prick shook slightly with excitement. They sighed simultaneously; she said something softly in her native tongue, then she said "Good...so big."

 

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May's strong, skillful hands pressed along the base of his cock through the lounge pants, then they ran along the sides of the huge unit. As she repeated that, she began to whisper in Mandarin. Her hands felt wonderful.

Before long, those hands were moving higher, onto the exposed portion of his massive penis. She pressed on that same tender spot just under his cock head, stroking over his urethra. He had thought that this part was to his penis as a clitoris is to a vagina. Now, as May began to stroke over his frenulum, he began to think she was going to bring him off soon, even now while his cock was pressed against his stomach by his underwear. God knows he and his lovers had been daring with his sex before, but this public performance was not his habit.

Just as he was thinking these things, May's hands reached aggressively, compulsively, pulling down on the front of his pants and underwear. There were no room dividers between the massage table, he was aware...but she was good, and this was a new experience. He was up for those; he let May free his cock and balls, and he released his mind. He began to open his eyes.

May stroked up and down his shaft rapidly. Her hands were not large enough to wrap themselves around his thickness, but one hand worked along his urethra, and the other stroked along the top as she continued to whisper in Mandarin. Quickly, over and over again....twenty strokes worked their way up higher and higher on his length, then one hand stayed up high and began to rub his cock head while the other moved up and down, caressing and fondling his balls...

May's hands were so skilled and his arousal was so great that he felt the first burst of spunk flying from him even before the feelings of orgasm arrived. Her hands clamped down firmly high along the sides of his tossing cock, giving it three quick strokes, then one palm moved on top of his head to halt the free spray of his copious issue as the first free strands of cum began to land on his chest, stomach, May...the masseusse exclaimed a couple of times "good, yes." and "OH!" as his cum shot hard against her palm and her other hand caressed his balls. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but deep sighs came out of him as May finished him off.

An undercover policeman laid on one of the tables in the room, conducting the City's routine oversight of massage parlors. He had observed the scene.

 

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The case which the cop helped form with his testimony was that the spa must have been complicit in May's actions, that she would not have done what she did without management's approval. Their defense was that May had acted impulsively, without their sanction. This was true; May had been warned against offering massage to release. The attorneys for the spa and May were still in the process of forming their defense, but the singular black man thought of his own methods of providing evidence.

He helped reduce May's disappointment by taking her as his new lover. Her cunt was tight as a drum, but the two figured out a way to provide her some of the tremendous pleasures she had given him. Eventually, as they used lube, techniques and angles of entry to gain the ability to wrap her body around his, May's tightness became a plus. Their conversations were severely limited, but her worshipful treatment and orgasmic reaction to his dick provided plenty of intimate communication between them. Another plus remained her strong, skilled hands, as they expertly caressed his face, body, and huge penis.

He also began to pursue May's defense. He was able to discover the residence of Jack, the undercover cop, and began to observe the comings and goings at his house. He discovered that the policeman's wife had the looks that labeled her as sexy. Tall with brown hair, Sherri had long legs and an hourglass figure. She was taller than her husband, even without the four-inch stiletto heels she sometimes wore as she went out on her errands. Her solo excursions out of the house took place during the hours their young children spent at school.

He planned a way to encounter Sherri during one of her visits to a local bookstore. Towering over the statuesque bombshell, the younger black man made his moves quickly on the policeman's wife. Their first acts of love took place that afternoon at the nice studio apartment he was staying in, provided to him with gratitude by Muriel, a wealthy woman in leadership at the Chamber of Commerce. Muriel had placed the spare room arrangements; a huge bed took up much of the room. He was quickly making this town his.

Many men would have been surprised how relatively small Sherri's pussy was, given her size. This was less surprising to the tremendous man, as his extensive explorations of the world of women revealed that body size and organ size were often unrelated. Given his prediliction for smaller women, this was a good thing for him. It was a good thing for his women that, in his special case, his body size and quality were matched by his sex organ.

He got Sherri hooked on his cock that week, providing her as much of his time and body as she could safely accept; he took up with May and Muriel during the hours Sherri was occupied with family life. During their second week together, he slowly began to reveal to Sherri his relationship with her husband. He described the scene at the spa, and its consequences.

"They think May was told to touch you? I can easily imagine it going another way. Having you laying on the table, looking at your body- God, any woman could have done what she did."

"Yeah. What May did wasn't the usual thing, but women's actions are turned by me. Maybe Jack could have that explained to him."

"What are they going to say in court, that they think that you need to go to a massage parlor in order to get a woman's attention? That's crazy. When I saw you at the bookstore, I thought 'My God, that man must be an awesome lover'. You talk nice, but you didn't have to do much talking. You're built to fuck. Women can see that."

They devised a plan.

 

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They gave Jack a chance. Sherri's husband had told her about the massage parlor case, and had mentioned that the masseuse's client was a younger, extremely tall black man.

"I saw him walking around town today," Sherri said to Jack. "You didn't mention how handsome he was."

The man's tremendous height and other attributes made him unique; it wasn't worth denying. "Yeah, I guess he was."

"He is. Honey, maybe it's worth thinking about the possibility that the maseusse was just attracted to him."

"Women don't just jerk off any guy they think is attractive. They can't."

"Maybe we shouldn't. It's just worth thinking about, though. I mean, he is really good-looking. I think he's the sexiest man I've ever seen here."

"I don't see how a woman could lack that much control."

"You know, when your first told me I thought you were right. But I'm telling you, seeing that man changed my mind. Big, tall, great body, handsome face- he's really exotic."

"The D.A.'s got the case now. I think he's going to prosecute. The first court date is next month."

"Hmmmm. I didn't know that. I could see that he had huge hands and feet. You saw him when the masseuse did him- did he match down there?"

"I don't remember perfectly. The main evidence was that the masseuse had his sperm on her hands. It wasn't an accident. She made him cum."

"Anything unusual about that? Was there a lot on her?"

"That's not important. Why are you asking about this?"

"I don't know. It's kind of a turn-on to talk about it. Hey, the kids aren't back from dance class for another half-hour. I asked Lynn to bring them by on her way home. That's enough time for you- wanna go to the bedroom?"

"Sure..."

Even with their disrobing and foreplay, Jack came inside of Sherri with fifteen minutes to spare. Before their children came home, Sherri pressed Jack a little harder about the massage case, asking if he would withdraw his testimony. He said he would not.

The study revealed in the 2009 Scientific American publication (see page 10 of this story) was about to gain another control study which would validate its conclusion.

 

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The next night, their kids went to a sleepover at the home of one of their friends. Jack was at a law enforcement seminar in a neighboring city, and came home a couple of hours later than expected.

Sherri and her lover had begun their first lovemaking that afternoon so that it would climax around the time of Jack's expected arrival. This meant that by the time Jack unlocked the front door, his wife's wonderful lover had cum inside her three times already.

Jack heard Sherri's urgent voice as he closed the door. As he took the stairs to their upstairs bedroom, he heard his wife saying, "Oh yes, oh yes baby....oh, that's the spot....come kiss me....you always know how to work it in me that way...".

The bedroom door was cracked open. Jack flung it wide to see their bed unmade by the bodies of his wife and the man from the massage case. They were covered with sweat. The man's hands covered Sherri's big breasts, pulling and massaging them as the two lay on their sides facing him. The black man lay behind her, working his cock in and out of Sherri's cunt. Jack's wife was craning her neck back so that she could look at her lover's face as the man fucked her; she held her top arm back and up to cradle his head.

Sherri's eyes remained on her lover, but this black man looked right at Jack soon after he entered. He looked at the policeman calmly and unashamedly as he brought his top hand down from his wife's breast and used it to lift her top leg. Their organs were revealed more fully by this. Many inches of cock were visible outside of her as he stroked, but she sounded like he was overfilling her.

A half-minute after he created this revelation, the young black man dug a cock stroke much deeper inside of Sherri, continuing to look at Jack as he did so. She cried out in surprise, and then in bliss as he held that stroke in her for a few seconds. Sherri brought her arm down; her fingers flexed and quivered oddly; her body shook hard as she ground and rolled her groin against his thickness.

"Oh God, when you do that, so deep like that, it's automatic, baby. You know how to get me off so good....Keep on....kiss me when I cum again....".

"What- Is- This!" Jack finally raised his voice to speak.

Sherri brought her face forward to see her husband for the first time. "You're late," she said dreamily as the black man leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you yesterday- you wouldn't listen. You wouldn't tell me about him, either." Her towering lover began to stroke her from behind again.

"You wanted me to tell you about things that weren't neccesary for you to hear."

Sherri's lover began to stroke his cock more rapidly. "I told you that any woman might want to be with him by the way he looked," she said. "You wouldn't tell me that the masseuse could see how big and awesome his cock was, too."

"How was I supposed to..."

"You wouldn't tell me how hard and huge he cums. I asked...Oh my, oh my God, fuck...fuck meeeee..."; Sherri stopped speaking to her husband and closed her eyes as the big black's cock sped even faster inside her. The lovers attentions returned to each other; his hands returned to pulling and massaging her tits. He pulled her back even tighter to him from behind as her next orgasm arrived; their mouths reached for each other. Sherri moaned loudly and wordlessly for the next minute, her mouth filled by his long, thick tongue; his extraordinarily fast stroking continued all the way through. As her orgasm's intensity peaked, she bit down on his tongue and screamed, mouth still full.

She brought her arm back over to cradle his head as he finished his rapid stroking, holding his cock deep and rolling his hips. Their lips gently met, searching; he began to sigh and groan with the actions of their organs. "I'm so excited...getting to feel you cum inside my body...Yes?....Yes?", Sherri said beautifully, hopefully, as he began to breathe harder. Jack saw that their bodies were well matched, tall, curvy and beautiful. They looked extraordinary together.

"Yes, Sherri, YESSSSSS..."; he brought his hips forward and began stroking again. These strokes were slower and longer than before. "OH!....OH!". His strokes became more irregular as Jack watched the man cum inside of his wife. Although he hadn't wanted to admit it to his wife, Jack did remember how much seed the huge man had shot out when May had worked her hands so delightfully on his extraordinary penis. Now he thought of that as the shocking scene flashed before him.

"So GOOD, so DEEP!"

"Work that pussy, Sherri! FUCK!!!"

"I love it...your shit is so hot in me!"

They slowly rocked to a close. Sherri reached back with her top hand to grasp her young man's ass and push it toward her, holding her lovers' cock deeply inside. They sighed and laughed, pressing their faces together.

Jack's last sights before leaving the bedroom was seeing the lovers shift positions. She rolled onto her back and he moved over her. His cock stood out, firm and slick with their fluids, as her briefly kissed and licked Sherri's clitoris before sliding half of his foot-long dick back into her.

 

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Natural selection was at work again. By the eve of Jack's scheduled date to testify in the massage parlor case, Sherri had gone to her gynecologist and brought the test results to her husbend- she was pregnant. He knew better than to believe that there was any realistic possibility that the child was his; Sherri's frequent fucking of her new man over the fortnight drove the idea away.

Her physician was informed of her black lover. The policeman's wife recieved advice from the gynecologist on positions and methods for this intercourse which would reduce the dangers of both miscarriage and damage to her vagina, given her small size, his hugeness, and the frequency of their lovemaking.

During this month, Sherri tracked down the daughter of the District Attorney. After an explanation of the situation and the young dark man's singular ability to excite and please women, the thin, delicate girl fell into his bed as well.

Paula had her first intimate, rapturous lovemaking with this towering man the morning after her debutante ball. He learned from this graduate of the finest private schools that debutante was French for "female beginner". The young, lovely girl had been distractred during her cotillion with thoughts of their plans. Now her memory of the ball was wiped away as he allowed her to mount his beautiful penis.

Paula's petite vagina stretched tight around him as she sank on his rock-hard organ at her own pace. Her first orgasm with the massive man came two minutes after his mushroom head hit her walls as he tossed his cum inside her; it was amazing to reach orgasm with him simultaneously so quickly. He was unable to hold back, excited beyond belief by her slim beauty and the perverse pleasures his abilities brought him.

He immediately sat Paula on his face, brought her off five more times with his mouth and a thick finger on her G-spot, then let her mount him again, giving her a longer ride this time. She was loved, loved in ways left undescribed to her before.

On the weekend before Jack and the DA were due to meet to review the case, Paula let May and their lover in the house before her parents arrived. The educated girl had learned Mandarin at her school; she and May were able to talk a bit about each's experience with their hot man.

The two tight beauties each had him solo first, then Paula sat on his face again while May pulled on his still-hard cock. This was the position Paula's father found the three in when he walked in his daughter's room.

On Monday afternoon, May and the owners of the massage spa were informed that the case was dropped.

A coup de grace to the episode was delivered months later by Sherri's delivery of her dark black boy; she had refused to terminate the pregnancy or allow the baby to go into adoption. As Sherri raised the jet-black child alongside their older daughters, Jack, his fellow cops, and their families and friends were given a permanent lesson about this singular man's ability to transcend the cultures he entered.

This was not the last of his remarkable encounters with the legal system.

 

[Effin530]

I like how sexy this whole story is, but I am actually starting to hate it. He just ruins peoples lives.

 

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His reentry into the Los Angeles scene brought some real surprises. It was unsurprising, though, that the streets were stacked with attractive women of all sorts, in show business and out, with their own careers or independently wealthy due to the occupations of their husbands and fathers. The surprises came elsewhere.

He set himself up in a two-bedroom bungalow at the edge of an upper-class neighborhood. The new neighbor was a very handsome seven-foot, 240-pound black man with a body which moved from thin hips and waist to bulging, rippling muscles everywhere else. Along with his insatiable libido and wish to change the lives of women, he quickly began to infiltrate the community, and brought other beautiful women into it.

He ran into a cute nineteen-year-old at the movies. Victoria was with a half-dozen girlfriends, but they understood when this most beautiful of them left with the extraordinary man. His affair with Victoria brought him to the sets of television productions marketed for teenagers. The cable networks which produced these programs were able to rake in lovely girls for their casts; Victoria was among them.

The star of one of the shows was the younger sister of a world-famous singer and dancer. Lynn was cute, curvy and caramel-skinned like her older sister. She had a boyfriend and was busy pursuing her career, and the black man was busy with his pursuits of women on and off the production sets, but it was inevitable that the two would fit in the time to have each other, and that Lynn's young body would take to his cock quickly.

Within three months, it was impossible for the production and the show business community to ignore that Lynn was pregnant. The tabloid magazines placed responsibility for Lynn's pregnancy with Kevin, her boyfriend. That was fine with Lynn's new lover. Her pregnancy soon brought the production to a hold temporarily. Lynn moved in with her family and boyfriend to prepare for the delivery of her baby. She would have the money to prevent the gossip magazines from discovering the dark color of the baby she delivered six months later.

There were two other cast members on Lynn's show who had the black man as well. Yet another actress played the nerdy girl on the program, but as is the habit on these shows, even this character was played by a pretty girl. He and Erin saw each other on the set, and there was something about her that interested him particularly, but his carousel of affairs there, and the fact that she was months from legal age, prevented them from having each other right away. Erin also had some misgivings about the sudden changes in morality this man was bringing to her friends. His size made him a little bit scary to the Jewish girl at first, but Erin was not immune- she could see that he was hot.

Erin's 18th birthday was celebrated on the set, one of the last days for the production before it closed down due to Lynn's pregnancy. He was not at the party, but the black man's presence was everywhere- in the belly of the star, in the conversations the other young women had with each other and Erin about the deliciousness of the man and his sex....

As the party ended, Erin recieved a text message on her phone; it was from him: "Happy birthday! Let's meet and celebrate. My night's yours."

Erin left dinner wth her family early and drove herself over to his bungalow. Within a month, she moved in with her new man.

 

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The man rarely allowed such a committment to happen, but he found this young woman special enough that he changed his calendar for quite a while. Erin had grown into her body recently; she had remained slight and adolescent well into her teen years. Now, she remained thin, but her breasts and ass were now providing her the curves of a young woman. Her long, brunette hair framed a pretty face with kind, shiny, excited eyes and a wide mouth which always seemed in a smile. She was also amazingly pale-skinned. There was something about the combination of these traits and Erin's personality that drove him to want to spend more time with her.

She had three boyfriends before, and had sex with two of them. This man brought her another type of lovemaking entirely. Erin's vagina felt brand new to him that first night, and they came quickly and well on each other after they managed to fit themselves onto each other. He gripped her round, full ass as her cunt gripped his thick cock; he kept on moving his body after cumming in her the first time, remaining ragingly hard and hot to blast again.

"Oh, OH....I can't believe this!", Erin said as she continued to ride him. "This feels so good!...Here it comes again, keep on doing that, THAT!" Ten more minutes of grinding overflowed her body with his spunk again. "I love that, I love that, I love the way you do me!", she said as he felt his prick pulse hard, pumping his seed into her.

Her wide mouth, curiosity and desire to please this man who pleased her so much caused Erin to soon become very good at sucking his cock, as good as almost anyone he had experienced before. He still preferred to cum inside the body of his new woman, but Erin brought him off with her mouth much more often than was normal for him. He loved watching her young, pretty, innocent face doing its nasty work, taking him in so deeply and eagerly. Erin would draw his eyes to hers when she recognized the signs that she was about to make him surrender yet again, stroking his stomach with one hand and testicles with the other as his cock gave way.

She continued to engage in her career pursuits, but Erin's personal life retreated into an invigorating pursuit of the best her new, amazing man had to offer. They often shopped together and went to out-of-the-way places in the vast city. Their unusual pairing couldn't help but draw attention, the young, pale woman walking hand in hand with her athletic, dark man. They were blessed that her fame was at a lower level, allowing them to avoid being pursued by photographers or recognized by many others as the two acted as the new, happy lovers they were.

 

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Erin loved mounting her man. It allowed them to begin enjoying each other safely, reducing the possibility that his foot-long thickness would wound the girl. She had a natural talent for wiggling her hips forward and back and lifting her vagina to the tip of his dick, then running herself as deeply on him as she was capable, then lifting herself to the tip again, then back down deep...this long-dicking the young woman gave herself and her man was a wonder for them both, and a reminder to him that each woman was thrilling and special. Erin's natural talents were developed fully in this relationship; she started out as a good fuck and turned into a great one by her time with him.

A relationship it was; they spent the next year living together. There were no other boys who Erin had been involved with at the time the two got together, so the human wreckage the man and his lovers often transcended was pleasantly reduced here. Erin knew something of his lifestyle and reputation before getting involved with him, and he filled her in with details of his travels and experiences. Knowing his history, as the months stretched on Erin took extreme and rightful pride that she kept his interest sufficiently enough so that he was willing to keep a home with a woman for a longer time than he ever had before.

His appreciation of the young beauty did not extend to the point that he was monagamous. They had honest discussions about the subject, and her appreciation of his gifts allowed Erin to take a pragmatic view. She had been a jealous girlfriend in her previous relationships, but the fact that he shared his bed with her almost every night was enough. More than enough, in fact; she felt more exceptional from his love and his honesty with her than she would ever feel again.

He rooted Erin on as she contined to pursue her acting career; she gained lots of work and better roles as the year rolled on. This allowed other women to have their time with him as well. It was not as chaotic a scene at it had often been in the past, and he was not as aggressive on a daily basis in seeking out others. However, he still had his extraurdinary looks, his abilities and his libido, allowing him to scoop off the cream of Southern Californian women during many days and evenings. The night almost always ended with another entanglement with his housemate.

Erin would also start out the mornings pulling at him: "C'mon baby, bring your thing up for me, I need you before I go...". The sweet girl's hands and mouth on his cock, body and face would bring him around quickly, and she would push her increasingly curvaceous body onto his cock as he lay back.

She was full of impatience as she forced her body around him: "You like it when I fuck you like this, huh?...Look at us, such sweet fucking...Yeah, are you ruining me for everyone else, is that what you're doing?...Hit me with that big cock, that's right...oh yes, roll your hips with me...oh shit, yes, cumming...". Erin typically knocked out five to ten orgasms of her own before taking the cum from his body again as dawn broke. She would become demure, sweet and bright afterwards, kissing him and wrapping herself around the side of his body as she chatted with him, getting them each talking about their day's plans.

As she worked on the set, Erin would take perverse, wistful pleasure when she felt another clump of his spunk leak out of her. After she left his bed, he would get another hour or two of sleep before making his way through another day of this extraordinary life.