“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.
