Dying to Fuck Your Wife Update

Picking up from the last part.

“Damn Claire!”

Claire slammed her pussy down onto Tom’s dick, bouncing as fast as she could in his lap. “It feels so good, baby,” she moaned. “Ohhh yes,” she whispered, trembling as she had a rare orgasm.

“UNH!” Tom raised his hips, his penis squirting his seed in his wife.

She collapsed on Tom, giving him a passionate kiss. “That was great, baby,” she whispered in his ear.

“Yeah, wow!” said Tom in a pleasant daze. “It’s hotter without the condom.” His penis shriveled, shrinking its way to plop out of her pussy. “What got into you?”

“I don’t know,” she lied, images of Calvin’s cock filling her mind. “I might be ovulating.”

Tom patted her ass. “Let me up. I’m going to take a quick shower. His semen had leaked out of her, leaving his crotch a sticky mess.

Claire rolled off. She watched Tom, slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom. His once athletic body was fading. He had a paunch hanging over his little penis and his ass was flabby. Her mind couldn’t help comparing what she was seeing to Calvin’s hard muscular body. She’d never seen a better male physique then she had on Calvin. Only Tom’s legs were superior to their old classmates.

Claire hopped out of bed when Tom shut the door. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open. Claire retrieved her bundled up bikini and unfolded it. It was a tiny string bikini that she’d bought for their honeymoon. It was black and the contrast looked good on her white skin. Just like the contrast of her white hand spreading lather across Calvin’s black-skinned chest. It had been skimpy on her younger double C cup breasts and she’d gotten plenty of stares holding hands with her new husband strolling down a beach in Aruba. Now that her breasts had expanded, the bikini was even smaller on her and she no longer wore it in public. The meter reader had once caught her sunbathing by their pool and his eyes bugged out staring at her half-naked body. She wrapped a towel around her waist, fleeing back inside in embarrassment.

She set the bikini down on top of the clothes in her dresser and dug around for her one-piece swimsuit. It was modest, but still hugged her curves and looked great on her. The bikini showed off way too much of her body to wear in a shower with Calvin.

“Wear your bikini next time,” had said Calvin, his voice echoing in her head. He hadn’t framed it as a question. Her bikini showed off too much of her body. Show off your body. Maybe it would make his cock hard again? Then she could… Her left hand curled imagining she was holding his hard cock again.

It was like she wanted to jerk him off again! She kind of did and it made her feel naughty.

Tomorrow’s agenda was to take Calvin to his gym so he could lift weights. Her workout clothes were in the same drawer. It consisted of a black sports bra and black yoga pants that looked incredibly sexy on her. She wore it to her yoga classes or jogging. Her big tits bouncing up and down as she jogged had male drivers hitting their breaks to avoid accidents on two separate occasions. Again, the black on white contrast looked great on her. Like the contrast of her white hand sliding down Calvin’s hard black stomach towards his shaved crotch.

Tom finished and she took his place in the shower to wash her crotch off. Afterward, she joined him in bed and fell fast asleep.

**********

Claire woke up horny. She couldn’t recall the sex dream, but it had been hot and was just getting good when Tom woke her. She thought about making him late for work, but he was already adjusting his tie and had a house to show this morning. She considered masturbating, but rarely played with herself plus she needed to get over to Calvin’s.

Claire took a shower and naked walked over to her dresser, pulling the drawer open.

“Wear your bikini next time,” echoed Calvin’s voice in her head.

Claire retrieved the bikini from the drawer and pulled the panty on, trying to stretch it out to cover more of her crotch and ass. She had the same problem with the top, tugging the material one way and then the other to make sure her nipples were completely covered. They were as big around as Calvin’s cock… as a thin energy drink can and for some reason the plump nipples in their centers were also rising.

This is a bad idea, she thought, staring at her body in the mirror. Apart from one lucky meter reader, only Tom had seen her in this bikini since her honeymoon and she hadn’t even worn it for him in years. The one-piece would be much more appropriate, she thought, reaching for it, but she couldn’t wear a one-piece under her workout clothes and Calvin had specifically told her to wear a bikini.

Claire withdrew her hand and pulled her sports bra on over the bikini top. Then she stepped into the tight yoga pants. “Idiot,” she said, smacking herself on the head. Her gym outfit was Lycra and she could wear it in the shower without displaying so much of her body to Calvin.

Calvin gave a low whistle when she walked into his house. She grinned and turned her hips, giving him a fake pose. He was wearing a white tank top that hugged his hard muscles and bared his black muscular arms. The contrast was sexy, his white shirt on his dark black skin, much as the contrast of her black bikini on her white skin was sexy on her. Bland gray drawstring sweatpants covered him from the waist down and now that she knew what to look for, she easily picked out the large tubular swell running down one leg. “Ready?” he asked, using the walker to head towards his front door.

“Ready boss,” she answered, trying not to cry when she saw the pained expression on his face each time he put pressure down on his feet.

“Cut that boss shit out,” he said, slowly following her to her car. “We weren’t close in high school, but we were friends and you're helping me out as a friend.”

“Thanks,” she said, helping him into her front seat. “I feel closer to you since yester…” She froze, blushing.

“You did get pretty close, yesterday,” said Calvin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he buckled the seat belt.

“I meant getting to know you better,” she blurted out.

“Don’t be embarrassed, but that was the best thing to happen to me in six months,” he told her seriously, as she got in the driver’s seat.

Claire was embarrassed; she didn’t talk much during the drive to the gym.

Calvin was popular wherever he went and his gym was no exception. Employees and clientele all knew him by name. Claire helped him a little, but mostly he needed a male trainer to help with the heavier weights he was lifting. Claire got in a great workout herself, spending time on an exercise bike, treadmill, and some light weightlifting herself.

Calvin looked sad when she returned to where he was bench pressing. The trainer was just placing the weights back on the rack. Calvin was breathing heavily, his skin glistening with sweat. His arms were bulging from the exercise. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “That’s a lot of weight!”

“325,” said the trainer with an Eastern European accent. His eyes swept down Claire’s body. “If you ever need a trainer, let me know. I’d give you a good workout.”

He was plug-ugly with a big bull neck and a unibrow, but he was a powerful masculine man and his innuendo had her nipples aching. She felt a flutter in her pussy. “No thanks,” she responded. Claire didn’t know what was wrong with her but suspected her desire to get pregnant was the culprit. Her body had been responding to male attention since going off birth control a year ago. “That’s a lot of weight,” she said, turning her attention to Calvin.

“It was 400 a year ago,” said Calvin. “380 six months ago.” He stared at the ceiling for a minute, lost in thoughts of his rapidly declining health.

Calvin was still silent as she helped him back into her car. He did pipe up to say that he was hungry and she pulled up to a drive-thru to get them lunch. “You worked up quite a sweat,” she said, turning onto his driveway. “Would you like a shower?”

Calvin sat up in his seat. “That’s probably a good idea,” he answered. “I figured I could get by with a shower every other day so you wouldn’t have to wash me, but I hadn’t counted on the gym today. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I could use one?”

“No, I don’t mind,” she said, feeling the flutter in her pussy again. “We’ll shower right after lunch.” Claire pulled up to his mailbox and grabbed the mail for him before turning down his driveway. Calvin had opened a manilla envelope and was reading through its contents silently. He quietly pushed it back into the envelope, sighing. “You okay?”

“Good news.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“You don’t have to take me to chemo Monday.”

“Oh? OH!” Claire glanced over at him. “I’m sorry, Calvin.”

He shrugged. “It seemed to work at first, but the shit just spread too fast. It’s not just my legs that hurt anymore. I can feel it in my bones. My remaining quality of life will be better without it.”

Claire blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. “Hey,” she looked over at him, parking the car. “Fuck cancer.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling at her. “Fuck cancer.” He wasn’t dead yet.

Claire pulled his walker out of her trunk and came around to help him out of her car. “Look,” she said. “If there’s anywhere you’d like to go…”

“It hurts too much to walk.”

“Then swallow your pride and get a wheelchair. I’m serious Calvin. If there’s anything I can do for you or anything you need me to handle, I’m here for you.”

“Well,” he said, grinning despite the pain of walking along beside her. “If anything comes up, I’ll let you handle it.”

“Great,” said Claire. “I’m happy to help.”

**********

“Ready,” she yelled from the bathroom, testing the shower.

“Did you wear your bikini?” He called back from the bedroom.

“Yeah, but I figured I could wear my workout clothes.”

“Oh, I was hoping to shower with a hot girl in a bikini.” He slowly walked into the room.

“Classic Calvin,” she said, smiling and looking up. The smile faded when her eyes fell on his cock. It was sticking out again, slightly angled down just as it had the first time, she’d seen it. The head bobbed slightly. She quit staring when he spoke.

“I figured you’d already seen it, so why bother with a towel.” He made his way to the shower and she helped him in. He turned, looking over her shoulder. “You look hot as hell in that, but I was hoping for a bikini.

Claire released his arm when he grabbed the bars. He was looking at her when she stepped back and pulled the sports bra off over her head. She glanced down, quickly covering her breasts with her arm as part of her areola was showing. She adjusted the cup and reached down for the waist of her yoga pants, wiggling them down around her hips. “Alright, I’ll throw you a bone.” Claire straightened up, letting him look at her. He did and she could see the approval in his eyes.

“Your body’s incredible.”

“Thanks. I haven’t even let Tom see me in this for years.”

“I consider myself lucky.” Calvin faced the corner, holding his head under the water as she stepped in behind him.

Claire bent down for the bottle of body wash. She lathered up her hands and massaged his scalp, the water quickly washing the suds away. Some more lotion and she watched her slim white hands rubbing the lotion into his shoulders and back. She squatted, washing his butt cheeks and weakened legs.

“That feels good Claire,” said Calvin. “My physical therapist says that massaging my legs would help with blood flow. Would that be something you’d be willing to do for me?”

“Of course,” she replied. “Turn around.” She stood quickly, not wanting his thick club of a cock to hit her in the head. She needn’t have worried. Calvin took his time, putting more weight on his legs and turning slowly. She stared down at his cock, slowly swinging around. Exactly how big was that monster? Twelve inches? Thirteen? It had to have been longer than a foot when he’d finally started ejaculating yesterday.

Claire took her eyes off it, standing on her tiptoes as she stepped forwards. Calvin closed his eyes as she washed his face. “Aah!” she gasped, coming back down on the flat of her feet. She stared down between their bodies in horrified fascination. Calvin was staring down also. His cock had slipped between her thighs and she was straddling the fat shaft. She could its heat between her legs as it pushed up against her crotch. Claire stepped back, it slid out an inch, feeling so good, she felt guilty and stood back up on her tiptoes until it had cleared her thighs.

“Guess I’m throwing you a bone now.”

“Guess you are,” she muttered, staring at the swollen cock. It had risen again, now angled up. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, pulling the head up over her pubic mound before reluctantly releasing it. She stepped forward again, the head sliding up her stomach and over her navel. Claire went back to washing his shoulders and chest, conscious of his cock pushing against her stomach. Her breasts were pushing into his face, but he wasn’t complaining. Her hand ran down his stomach to just under his navel.

Claire stepped back. She stared at his cock and then down at the bottle of body wash. She could quit now. He was clean enough. There was no need to wash anymore. The shower had washed his sweat off. Claire bent down and poured more of the wash on her palm. She started rubbing into his bald crotch and around the shaft down to massage it into his heavy balls. Claire took a breath and moved her hand up to the shaft, wrapping her fingers around it. She ran her sudsy hand along the shaft and up to the head, giving it a little squeeze. She stroked her hand back down to the base. There it was clean.

She didn’t let go. She raised her head from staring at her slim white hand holding his dark black cock. She slid it back up about halfway, staring him in the eyes. “Would you like me to…”

“I promised I wouldn’t ask you to do that again,” he answered.

“Would you like me to…” He didn’t respond. He stared at her waiting. His cock twitched in her hand. “Would you like me to jerk your cock off again?”

“I’d love it.”

Claire stroked his shaft, letting her hand run to the head and down to the base, increasing speed. “It’s so big, Calvin,’ she whispered. She chuckled. “I guess it’s working again,” she said, referring to him telling her about having erectile dysfunction.

“It must like you,” he said. His words making her hand stroke faster. “It sure likes that bikini.”

Claire blushed. She could feel her nipples hardening, stretching out the fabric of her bikini so that it revealed hints of her areola. “I like your cock, Calvin.” Claire almost gasped when it swelled in her hand.

“Good. Then you’ll jerk it off whenever I want you to?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head, watching her hand stroking the thick black cock. She reached out and tried to use her other hand to help it along, but reaching down was awkward.

“Try kneeling,” suggested Calvin.

Claire stooped then kneeled, the drain right between her thighs. Claire looked up at him and gasped. This position was so different, she immediately felt the bottom of her bikini panty turn wet as her arousal grew. No longer was she staring down at a little black man with weak legs, now she was staring up at an incredibly masculine well-muscled man with a giant black cock the end of which was bobbing just under her nose.

Claire stared down his shaft, reaching down for the bottle of body wash and squirting more in her hand. Wrapping both her hands around Calvin’s cock, she began jerking it off again. It was easier in this position and felt more natural kneeling before him. Claire hoped he was appreciating that she was doing this for him, but the more she saw his cock, the longer she stroked it, she began to feel grateful he was allowing her to do this for him.

“You have amazing stamina,” she told him, her arms tiring. She tried twisting her hands around his shaft as she stroked it.

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to suck it?” he asked.

“I…” Claire was shocked by his request. “I couldn’t.” She stared down at the plum-sized head of his cock appearing every time she moved her hands down. It was only six or eight inches from her mouth.

“I understand,” said Calvin, sighing. “I’d just really love one last blow job before…” He paused. “Before you know?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, truly meaning it. “I couldn’t cheat on Tom. I shouldn’t even be doing this for you.”

“Well, I don’t think a blow job is cheating, but I don’t want you to do anything your uncomfortable with.” Calvin sighed again. “Would you…?”

“Would I what?”

“Would you at least take your top off?”

“Calvin!”

“Please? I’d love to see your breasts and that bikini doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’ll help me cum faster.”

Claire released his cock. It bobbed, swollen and glistening before her eyes as she reached under her hair behind her neck and pulled the string on her top. It fell as she reached behind her back and pulled the last string.

“Jesus,” he muttered as her areola and swollen nipples appeared. “They’re magnificent!”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling at him. She squirted another dollop of lotion into her hand before she went back to working on getting him off.

“Arch your back a little.”

Claire sat up and arched her back. He was looking down at her jerking off his cock framed by her breasts. “This helping?”

“A little,” he muttered. “Could you try…”

“Calvin! You’re lucky I’m doing this for you.”

“I know. I know,” he said quickly. Claire looked up at him frowning. The shower was striking his back, but his head was beaded with sweat and looked like he was straining. “I want you to try talking dirty to me to speed things up.”

“Talking dirty?”

“You told me you like it. Keep telling me how much you like it.”

Claire was concerned by the strained look on his face. “I like your cock,” she told him again. Her arms were tiring, but she stroked it faster. “I love your cock. God Calvin, your cock is so big.”

“That’s good,” he moaned. “What color is it?”

“Black! Your black cock is so big, Calvin. I love your big black cock.” Claire was finding this hot and waves of arousal were lubricating her pussy.

“Is it the biggest you’ve ever seen?”

“Yes, this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” She stroked faster, determined that his stamina would not outlast the strength in her arms.

“Is it bigger than Tom’s?” He threw his head back, groaning, the water striking his bald pate.

“So much bigger,” she said, knowing this was wrong. She only hesitated a moment. “Your big black cock is so much bigger than Tom’s little penis.”

“Oh god Claire,” he groaned.

His cock was bigger in her hands, more swollen, and even harder. He was getting close. She stared in horror at the huge swollen head only inches from her face and breasts. “Wait! You’re not going to shoot as much as you did yesterday are you?”

“Oh no,” he moaned. “That was six months’ worth.”

Claire looked down at the head of his cock now an angry purplish black. “It looks like it’s about to explo…”

Calvin thrust his cock through her hands, the head was inches from her open mouth when it did explode. “UNNHH!” he grunted.

Claire was caught off guard, as the first strand of his semen shot out from the head, filling her mouth. She clamped her lips down, swallowing it, releasing his cock. She stared cross-eyed down at the head as it reared up, blasting another wave of semen on her face. She closed her eyes just in time as one of his large loads of ejaculate splattered over her face. Claire could feel his sperm spraying all over her tits and striking her face again as she wiped her eyes clear. His cock was bobbing out of control spraying semen all over her upper torso. She grabbed it and held it still, jerking his remaining sperm out and stream after stream of his hot seed shot out to splatter on her breasts. She licked her lips, tasting more of his seed and liking what she tasted. Having him cum all over her was the most erotic moment of her life.

“Wow,” he groaned, relaxing his arms and wincing as he put more pressure on his feet.

Her hands moved up his swollen shaft one last time, an inch-long strand of semen dangling from the urethra. Claire knew she shouldn’t, but she was lost in the moment. She leaned forward and let her tongue lap up the last remnant off the tip of his cock. He moaned again.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cum as much,” she said, looking warily at him as she pushed herself off the floor and stood. She ran the tips of her fingers up over large globs of sperm dripping off her breasts.

“I didn’t. That was a pretty normal load.”

“That’s not normal,” she muttered, the semen covering two of her fingers was as much as one of Tom’s entire orgasms.

“Hey, the balls match the cock,” he said grinning. His eyes were on her hands, she was staring fascinated at the semen coating her fingers. “Rub my seed into your tits.”

“What?” she looked up.

“Rub my seed on your tits.”

Claire stared at him in shock, but her fingers were coming up to her nipples, rubbing his sperm all over them. She whimpered at the sensitivity of her nipples. He was staring intently at her breasts. She slid her hands down, cupping them with her palms, running her hands all over breasts. Calvin was so black yet his semen was whiter than Tom’s. It had the consistency of the body wash she’d been rubbing all over his body, more pudding thick then Tom’s watery seed. “My god, Calvin! How?” She was staring down at his cock. It had been sticking out, bent down, but had straightened up nearly fully erect again, expanding before her eyes.

“I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you, Claire,” he said, earnestly. Claire’s cheeks turned crimson. “I’m serious. You’re perfect. You get the blood flowing straight to the old Big C.” He winced, his cheeks turning crimson too, but not from embarrassment, from pain.

“Calvin, are you okay?”

“I need to get out of here.” He was gasping for air.

Claire’s brows furrowed with worry. She took his arm and helped him out of the shower to his walker. “You need help?”

“Go ahead and clean up. I need to lay down.”

Claire turned, squealing as she thrust her body under the freezing water.

Calvin chortled. “Ran out of hot water ten minutes ago.”

Claire shivered, but squatted to grab the bottle of body wash, squirting some soap into her hand. Her brain pictured her hand holding Calvin’s cock, and shooting his seed in her hand. She rubbed the soap over her tits. Her arousal and the freezing water had her nipples pulling her areola out of her breasts even further. She washed quickly unable to take much more of this.

Claire stepped out of the shower. She was freezing and reaching for the towel when Calvin howled in pain. She forwent the towel and dripping hurried over to Calvin. He was moving so slowly; he hadn’t reached the bed yet. She grabbed his arm and wrapped her other arm around his shoulders. Her wet skin and breast pressed against him. He turned, releasing the walker and sat heavily on the bed sighing with relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead and bald pate. Despite his pain, his cock was still hard.

Claire bent down, grabbing his shoulders, holding him up. Her nipple swollen and throbbing right before his lips. Claire gasped when his mouth closed down around her entire nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Her pussy quivered, spasming as he suckled her nipple. It took all her willpower to push his head off when what she wanted was to pull him against her breast. She looked down at him, his eyes were closed and he was smacking his lips like he wanted her nipple back. She would have sworn her nipples couldn’t have grown any bigger, but the one he’d just had in his mouth was so engorged, her entire areola was sticking out of her breast. “Sorry,” he groaned.

“Look,” she said holding his shoulders but keeping her breasts clear of his mouth. “What we’re doing is fun and I like feeling naughty, but I’m a married woman and we need to set some ground rules. Okay?”

“I understand,” said Calvin. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Fine. I’ll keep jerking you off if it gives you some pleasure and I’ll take my top off if you like, but no touching. Understand?” He nodded in answer and she continued. “The panty stays on and no kissing. Some things are for Tom only. If you can follow my rules, I’ll keep jerking this big black cock off.” She reached down, wrapping her fingers lightly around his shaft, she ran her hand up and down his cock, caressing it and not stopping while she stared at him.

“Would you do it again, now?” he asked.

“I’ll try, but my arms are still tired.” He spread his legs while she kneeled and moved between them.

“There’s some lubricant in the drawer.” He leaned sideways and opened his drawer. “There’s something I want you to try.”

“Calvin! Don’t ruin this.” She took the lubricant and filled her palm, rubbing it into his shaft.

“This isn’t very different from jerking it off. I want you to use your tits.”

“What?”

“Squeeze my cock between your tits and use them to get it off.”

His cock was slick, black skin glistening in the light. She leaned in, hefting her breasts and engulfing his cock with her bosom. The head reared to her chin. Tom’s penis would have disappeared entirely between her large bosom. The lubricant worked well and she easily hefted her breasts up and down his shaft. “This isn’t so bad,” she said. He still looked weak. “Are you sure you can handle getting off again?”

Calvin looked sad but snorted. “I can get off all night. It’s my bones that hurt and despite the name, there’s no bone in my boner.” He smiled, but it was obvious he was hurting and just putting on a good face for her. “The legs are getting worse and I couldn’t take holding myself up in the shower much longer.”

“I’m sorry. Your muscles look great. I wouldn’t have…”

“You’re worth it, Claire. And it’s the bones, not the muscles. I’m going to need to put a bench in the shower and you’re right about the wheelchair. Eventually, I won’t be able to lift weights anymore and my arm muscles will start to atrophy. Luckily, I’m not expected to last long enough to see my arms start looking like my legs.” Claire was still bouncing her tits up and down his shaft even though she looked like she was about to cry. “I’ve accepted it Claire, but you’re helping me out more than you’ll ever know. Hey, all this sad talk isn’t going to get the Big C off again.”

Claire still looked sad, but she faked a smile. “How about some more dirty talk then?” She cupped her hands around the front of her breasts, nipples sticking out between her fingers. “I want your cum, Calvin. Spray your hot seed all over my big tits.” Claire’s fingers squeezed together pinching her nipples. “Mmmh!” she moaned as her nipples sent spasms of pleasure down to her pussy. “I want that big black cock to cum all over my big white titties,” she said seductively, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling in her womb.

“OH GAWD,” groaned Calvin, falling back on the bed, but holding his neck up so he could look down at her. “You’re a fucking natural at this Claire.” His head fell back. He was bucking his hips up through her tits. “You’re built for big black cock.”

“Mmmmh!” she moaned again, squeezing her nipples, and moving her fingers to pull at them. “Mmmmh…aah,” her moan turning to a squeal. His cock head thrusting up through her cleavage was a swollen angry black-purple again. “AAH!” her pussy spasmed as she came. Claire closed her eyes, ready for his orgasm, lowering her mouth to make contact with the head. Calvin’s hot seed filled her mouth again. Claire swallowed, body trembling from her orgasm. His cock withdrew, squirting cum up the canyon of her breasts and splattering her face. His cock thrust up, his semen striking her lower face. Claire licked around her lips lapping his seed up, holding her tongue out and catching another stream of sperm across her tongue. Semen continued erupting from Calvin’s cock, coating the tops of her breasts and flowing down to her hands. She lifted the tops of her hands, keeping her nipples pinched, letting his seed run down to her nipples. Claire finally quit pinching her nipples so that she could rub his semen around them again. Finally, she slid her breasts back and grabbed his cock at the base, stroking it upwards, pleased to see several small geysers of semen erupt from the head. It still wasn’t done cumming. Sperm flowed out of the head, running down the glans and soon the shaft. Some instinct wanted her to lean down and lap the semen off his cock like it was a lollipop, but she suppressed those thoughts.

“Here are some tissues,” said Calvin, grabbing a box off his nightstand and reaching it down to her. She used them to wipe his cock down. “You look good covered in my sperm,” he said, grinning while staring at her tits.

“Shut up,” she griped, smiling back. “All clean,” she said, giving his cock one last wipe down. She was holding it up, still over a foot long, but it had gone floppy. Claire couldn’t help herself and bent down, planting a kiss on top of the head before standing back up, her tongue flickering across her lips.

“You said no kissing.”

“Shut up,” she said, again. Claire crinkled her nose and gathered up the handful of wet, sticky tissues. She dropped them into a nearby wastebasket, noticing that it was quite full of crusty tissues and smelled of sperm. He was full of shit about not having an erection for six months. Claire didn’t say anything.

“I wish you’d work like that the rest of the day,” he said, smugly placing his hands under his head while staring at her nearly nude body, chest, and breasts covered with wet sperm, slowly drying. “But feel free to take a shower. There should be hot water again.”

He was right and she had hot water for her shower. She ran her sudsy hands over her breasts trying to get all the flakes of sperm off her torso. Her pussy spasmed ever time her hands ran across her nipples. They’d always been sensitive, but nothing like they were now and she’d never had an orgasm before just playing with them. Maybe, I’m pregnant, she wondered, but the timing was off so it was unlikely.

Claire dried off and tied a towel around her torso, knot above her breasts. She gathered up her wet bikini and tossed them in his dryer for twenty minutes.

“Girl, you look sexy as hell,” said Calvin, eyes running down her body. He was still laying nude on the covers. His cock hung floppily over one thigh. Her hair was still wet, straight, and hanging down her back. It was darker wet. The towel showed off some cleavage and her legs from midthigh down. “Come lay by me,” he said, tapping the bed beside him.

“Okay,” said Claire, climbing on beside him. “We need to talk anyway.” She laid on her side looking at him. He stayed on his back, but his hands and pillows had him propped up enough to turn his head and look at her.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Yesterday, I was clinically using my hand to give you some relief. Today I’m topless, talking dirty and using my breasts to get you off.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up,” she said, sighing. “It’s fun messing around with you, but don’t get your hopes up about things going any further. I love my husband and we’re trying to start a family.”

“I understand. You just feel sorry for me.”

“Yes, partially, but also because, well you know?”

He shook his head. “Know what?”

“Because…” She frowned as he looked at her perplexed. “Because you have…” She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them, but he just stared. “Because you cock is so damned big.”

“Oh,” he said, grinning. “You like playing with it?”

“Yes, I suppose at some point, I’ll get used to seeing it, but as long as you let me, I’m happy to help you get off. Just follow my rules. No kissing, no touching, and the panty stays on. Agree, and I’ll jerk you off as much as you want.”

“I’m fine with that if I can break the rules.”

“Calvin!”

“No no, nothing too serious and not really sexual. I just want to admire your beauty.” He turned on his side, wincing a little. He reached his hand out towards the knot on her towel. “May I?” She nodded slowly, his hand grabbing the knot and pulling. The bottom of the towel fell revealing a breast. He took the top of the towel and pulled it up, pushing it back over her other breast. Claire found herself trembling as Calvin lifted more of the towel moving down. “You’re exquisite, Claire,” he murmured.

“Thank you,” she whispered back, now laying nude on the towel.

Calvin’s eyes swept down her body. He moved his hand out to her cheek. “May I?” Again, she nodded. He rested his hand on her cheek and ran it down her neck and over her milky white shoulder. It slid down over the swell of her breast. Claire closed her eyes, feeling her nipples swell as his hand caressed her breast, palm sliding over the hardening nipple. He didn’t grope her or pull her nipple. Claire opened her eyes, feeling her pussy flutter when she saw his dark black hand resting on her milky white breast, so sexy and erotic. Calvin moved his hand until her nipple was centered in a half-circle between his thumb and index finger. That was the closest he came to groping her. His hand squeezed slightly, her breast flesh expanding, pushing her nipple out where he cupped it. Calvin sighed longingly, moving his hand down over her rib cage and along her waist until his hand rose along the rise of her hip, ending at her thigh. He moved his hand down, sliding back up, the bottom of his palm just brushing the wisps of her pubic mound. He moved up to her rib cage again. She sucked her stomach in as the palm moved across her belly. “You’re a work of art.” Claire gulped. His admiration bordered on making her uncomfortable. He angled his hand, moving under her navel so that the tips of his fingers began to brush through her pubic hair. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Chestnut, like your hair.” His fingertips were nearing her clit when she raised her arm from behind him and stopped him. And further and he would have felt how aroused she was. She lifted his hand off her. Calvin slowly nodded, staring in awe at her pubic mound while he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you,” he said, softly. Claire pulled the towel back up and pulled it over to cover her pubic mound, but left her breasts bare. “I’ll double your pay if your birthday suit becomes your new work uniform?”

“No thanks,” she grinned. He was grinning too. “I’ll stick with my bikini.” He snorted. She looked down. Just admiring her physique or not, his cock had swelled again and risen off his thigh, defying gravity as it bobbed over his waist. “Do women have trouble…”

“Taking it?” he finished. “I don’t think so. I’ve only had two. My fiancé couldn’t. She was small and waifish, flat-chested, and built like a stick. She was nearly in awe of the Big C. At first, she’d only give me a handjob. On my birthday, she reluctantly gave me a blow job, but loved the taste of my seed so much she’d suck me off daily.” Claire nodded, licking her lips, his semen had tasted good. He continued. “We dated for a few months before she finally told me she wanted to try. She took about half. I was ecstatic to finally lose my virginity at 25 and asked her to marry me a month later. She never took more than two thirds and once I got too excited and thrust too hard. It hurt her and we broke up.

“So, women can’t take the entire thing?”

“One night I was bartending on a slow weeknight. There were two women, drinking and celebrating one’s divorce and fiftieth birthday. I gave them free drinks and flirted a little. I think the birthday girl’s friend dared her to have a fling with the little black guy. The one woman suddenly had to go, so the birthday girl came up and sat at the bar, flirting back, and saying she was too drunk to drive home. She asked if I’d call her a taxi, so I said, “You’re a taxi. Don’t worry Mrs. Barnes, I’ll drive you home.” So, I drove her to her house, we parked and…”

“Mrs. Barnes, the English teacher?” Claire’s eyes were wide in disbelief. Mrs. Barnes had been forty when they were in high school. Claire and her friends considered her fat, but the reality was that she was just plump and in all the right places to give her body jiggle. All the male seniors stared at her in a dreamy state when she was teaching. One senior day at the local waterpark, she’d worn a two-piece swimsuit all the guys went gaga over her body even Tom.

Calvin grinned and wagged his eyebrows. “I don’t think Mrs. Barnes was serious about hooking up with me. We made out in my car for a while and she seemed to get into it, even let me feel her tits through her top. She broke off and thanked me for the ride, ready to get out, but I took her hand and placed it on my bulge. I kissed her again, while she was measuring it out with disbelief. I asked if she wanted to see it, so I pulled it out in my car. I think she stared for five minutes before inviting me in. We didn’t even make it to her bedroom, she pushed me down on the couch and was sucking on my dick, totally hungry for it. Seems her ex only had around seven inches and was only half as thick as mine. She stripped in front of me, straddled me and slowly took my cock in inch after black inch. Claire was listening raptly to Calvin’s story. Her mind picturing her buxom teacher slowly riding Calvin’s cock.

“She screamed out her first giant orgasm the second she sank down in my lap. Mrs. Barnes rode me for all she was worth, screaming things in English we never heard her say in class. I gotta say, the first time a woman took my entire cock felt so amazing, I didn’t last long, but she came at least five times and nearly passed out when I came in her. We fucked five times that night. I was thrilled and she turned into a total slut for BBC, win-win. We were fuck buddies for three years, getting together two or three times a week. Then she started dating a guy with a ton of money and got engaged.”

“So, money wins out over huge cock?”

“Not when you can have both,” answered Calvin. “She was hooked on the BBC and her fiancé only had a little five-and-a-half-inch penis. She kept coming back for more, about every two weeks. We fucked the night before her wedding, about once a month thereafter, and it only ended when she moved away. I think hubby got suspicious.”

“Wow!” Claire shook her head, picturing a teacher she’d rather respected getting hooked on Calvin’s big black cock. “That didn’t answer my question though. The skinny one couldn’t quite take it, but the larger woman could. So, it’s 50/50 chance?”

“In my experience anyway. I’d give anything to have sex with another woman before I die to see which way it goes, but as I said, that’s my experience. Clarence had a lot more luck. Another black family moved to town and he started dating their daughter. She was gorgeous and loved his cock.”

“But she was black? Maybe black women are more equipped to handle a black guy’s cock?”

“Don’t assume all black men are gifted in the cock department, but us Custis men are considered gifted by other gifted black men.” He wiggled his eyebrows again. “Here’s the catch, Clarence’s girlfriend liked to brag on his cock and that made all the girls she bragged to curious. By graduation, he’d fucked the entire cheerleading squad.”

“He told you this?”

“We shared everything. He even got caught with one cheerleader by the vice-principal and got detention for a week. Apparently, the Veep was so shocked by the black boy’s cock, he was telling some other teachers about it in the lounge and was overheard by the guidance counselor, a lovely young newlywed who I guess was unsatisfied by her husband’s little white penis, she locked the door behind Clarence during a meeting and demanded to see it. She got her husband to hire Clarence to do yardwork for them and fucked him all summer long. He never met a woman that couldn’t take his entire cock.”

“Wow,” she said again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I had no idea.”

“Fair is fair, Claire. How many men have you had?”

“Well,” she said, blushing a little. “Yours is only the third cock I’ve ever seen, but I’ve only had two men.”

“You had sex with someone after you broke up with Tom?”

“No, before Tom. I had sex with Jack Johnson.”

“Get the fuck out!”

Claire giggled. “We were neighbors and childhood friends. I decided I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore and trusted him, so we agreed to do the deed. He was more than eager.”

“That scrawny nerd couldn’t have been very big?”

“He wasn’t. Didn’t last very long either. Just enough to break my hymen and we were both so embarrassed we didn’t try again. He was a skinny, a very skinny six inches or so, bigger than Tom, but…”

“But nothing compared to this,” said Calvin, lifting his hard cock so that it was sticking straight up.”

Claire stared at it. “How the fuck is it hard again?”

“I have to correct you on one thing, Claire.”

“What’s that?” She continued staring.

“This is the first cock you’ve ever seen. Jack and Tom barely have penises.”

“You’re right,” she whispered, her eyes traveling up and down his length. His cock seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on her. The same effect it apparently had on Mrs. Barnes.

“Say it,” said Calvin, shaking the base so that he cock moved.

“Yours is the first cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Good. Feel like jerking it off again?”

“Yeah,” she sighed looking at it. She did promise to keep giving him relief provided he followed the rules. “But my arms are tired and I think I’ve done enough for you today. You can take care of it yourself.”

“You don’t mind?” Calvin reached out for the bottle of lube. Claire slid off the bed, knotting the towel again. “Where are you going?” asked Calvin, squirting fluid on the head of his cock.

“I thought I’d make you some dinner,” said Claire pausing on the way to the door.

“Let me look at you.” Calvin rubbed the fluid around the crown of his cock until it was shiny and glistened. He ran his slick hand down the shaft, giving it a slick coating. “Open your towel.”

Claire stared at his hand slowly gliding up and down the length of his cock, her own hands reaching up for the knot and pulling the towel open. It dropped at her feet. The black man on the bed nodded his approval taking her body in standing by his bed. Her white hands looked better on his cock then his black one. Why did I say no? she wondered. Her nipples hardened as she stared at it. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts. You should be the one jerking that big black cock off.

“Play with your tits.”

Claire’s hands rose to cup and lift her double D-cups. She sucked her lower lip in, letting her fingers flicker back and forth over her nipples. “Jerk that big black cock off,” she muttered.

“Good,” said Calvin, nodding his approval, his stroking hand picking up speed. “Keep talking.”

“Does my body make your big black cock hard? Did you like having these big white titties wrapped around your black cock? Mmmmm.” She couldn’t help moaning as she stared at his cock. Her nipples were pulling out her areola again.

“Slide one hand down your belly,” he ordered and she obeyed. Claire released one breast, her hand sliding down her flat tummy, fingers outspread touching the top of her pubic mound. “Finger yourself,” he said, staring at her hand.

Claire gasped at his demand, but her hand lowered. “Aah!” she cried, two fingers plunging into her pussy. Her other hand’s fingers pinched her nipple hard.

“Your wet for me aren’t you, Claire?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, trembling, her pulse quickening.

“My big black cock makes you wet? Say it.”

“Your big black cock makes me wet.” She bent forward, pushing her fingers deeper.

“Cum for me, Claire.” His hand now a blur as he stroked his shaft. “Cum for me and I’ll cum for you.”

“Cum for me,” she whispered, her eyes flickered from his cock to his face and back down to his cock. The head rose above his pumping fist, swelling until it was purplish-black again. “Cum for me,” she moaned, almost begging. Her pussy was quivering all around her fingers.

“F-UHHH-CKKK!” Calvin’s hips rose off the bed, thrusting his cock up through his hand. Cum shot up from the head in one long strand. A second large wad of semen blasted out as his hips came back down on the bed.

“AAAHHH!!!” Claire leaned forward, squatting down into her fingers as she came all over her hand. “CUMMING!” Her own orgasm, squirted out around her hand, splattering the insides of her thighs. She squirted again, staring in awe as jet after jet of white semen squirted from the head of his cock, each wad shooting out a little less far, turning to small geysers of semen, and eventually just bubbling out of his cock head to flow down his shaft to the hand gripping the base. His cock continued to twitch as they stared at each other, the swelling subsided until it began to lean and flop over as it collapsed.

“Wow!” said Claire. She grabbed the towel and used it to wipe her hand and the sides of her thighs. She offered the towel to Calvin, but he shook his head, reaching over to grab the box of tissues. His crotch, cock, stomach, and chest were covered with semen. “Do you always cum that much?”

“Every time,” he snorted. “My balls are filling up already.”

Claire stared down between his weak legs. His scrotum was splayed out on the mattress, one huge ball slightly resting on the other. She had no doubt they were preparing for his next orgasm. “I’ll go make some dinner.”

“Would you mind bringing it to me here? I need to catch my breath.”

“Sure.”

“And Claire, stay like that.”

“I’m not waiting on you nude Calvin,” she scolded, though flattered that he was as enthralled by her body as she was by his huge cock.

She returned less than an hour later, holding a tray with spaghetti and a premade salad she found in his refrigerator. “Dinner,” she said, wondering if he were asleep. His eyes were closed. He was still lying naked on top of the bed. She gave his cock an admiring glance.

Calvin opened his eyes and smiled, looking up and down her body. “Not nude, but just as good.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Claire had put her bikini on. It was nice and warm from the dryer. “Now if you don’t need anything else, I’d like to take off.”

“Yes, take it off.” Calvin grinned, staring hungrily at her bikini. “Seriously, I’m good,” he replied, sticking his fork into a piece of lettuce. “Thank you for today,” he said, sincerely.

“I had fun too, but I think we went overboard, so let’s tone things down just a little, okay?”

“Mmmhmm,” he agreed, turning his attention on his spaghetti.

Claire gathered up her workout clothes and feeling naughty, she decided to drive home in her bikini. She figured, she could speed all she wanted and wouldn’t get a ticket, but she still drove the speed limit. Tom wouldn’t be home just yet either, so she wouldn’t have to explain why she was wearing their honeymoon bikini coming home from her job.

She stripped naked in the laundry room. “Oh shit,” she griped seeing the blood spots in her bikini bottom. She was horny and wanted to get Tom in bed again, but her period was coming. Tom didn’t express any interest in a second night of sex anyway. He was usually only good for one session a week, a far cry from when they were newlyweds and he wanted to do it every night. “Oh well,” she sighed, her husband would be satisfied with the pot roast she had cooking in the slow cooker. She tossed her clothes in the washer.