Story I mentioned working on

 Here's my latest progress on a new story. It's a simple wife fucking the neighbor story. It exist solely because of a commercial I watched on Youtube with an Australian guy talking about deck stain which sounds like dick with his accent. I, of course, thought that would make a good sex story. If anyone can come up with a better title, list it in the comments. I thought of "All Hands on Deck," and "My Deck's the Envy of the Neighborhood." I haven't quit the E&I story or Mothers and Sons, just put them on hold for this. 

Also, on vacation and incommunicado starting tomorrow for a week.

I've been copying some AI art off the web and using them for character models. Here's Gabby and Roni from the story:

TRYING OUT THE NEIGHBOR’S DICK

Copyright 2023 by Stormbringer

A South Florida Universe Story

 

 

 

“Are you trying to peak under my robe?”

Henry Gale flushed a little and jerked his head back. He was finishing up breakfast at the table and Gabby was standing at the sink rinsing her dishes. “Ya caught me, luv,” he replied, grinning.

“Well Henry,” she replied, turning around. “All you had to do was ask.” She tugged on the cloth belt and held her robe open, giving her husband a good looksie.

“Bloody hell,” muttered Henry, staring at his wife’s body. Gabby was wearing a light blue bikini. It would have been skimpy on a normal woman’s figure, but Gabby was gifted with a buxom jiggly body and her EE breasts looked like they were trying to burst out of her top. “You’re wearing that out!”

Gabby’s cheeks turned rosy. She’d never been one for showing off her body. Her figure drove men crazy and she’d spent most of her 25 years trying to hide it. It had been easy back home in Wellington with its milder climate, a little harder in Sydney, and later Brisbane when she moved in with Henry, but near impossible in the this pit of hell known as Miami, Florida. They’d arrived in the states last July and Gabby had nearly passed out when the heat hit her. Worse, since the seasons were reversed in the Southern hemisphere, her body thought it was winter.

She quickly learned that if she didn’t want to get heat stroke, she had to pack away her slacks, sweaters, and jackets and replace them with shorts, sleeveless halters, and swimsuits. The more flesh she had on display, the more male stares she got. Gabby was quite lovely and got plenty of attention from the opposite sex. She had dark brown hair that fell halfway down her back, a pert nose, cute dimples when she smiled, and sparkling eyes clearer then the ocean blue water off Miami Beach. Men were mesmerized by her eyes unable to look away until she lost her bulky clothes and the stares moved down to her tits. Henry’s work mates were all smitten with her from her beauty to her body to her Kiwi accent.

Gabby’s body wasn’t even all that impressive for Miami. She saw plenty of women with big tits on Miami Beach, but their tits appeared a lot firmer and had less jiggle than Gabby’s natural beauties. She finally answered her husband. “I’m only wearing it next door to Roni’s. She’s been wanting me to try out Dre’s dick for a while now.”

Henry got up from the table and carried his dishes to the sink. “That black wanker’s got a great dick. He won’t be there will he?”

“I don’t think so. Just me and Roni sunbathing.”

“Good. He’s a sick cunt, right full of himself he is.”

The last time the Gales had gone over to Veronica’s back yard for a barbecue, Dre had just started building her new deck. They’d been shocked to see that their neighbor, Veronica Mueller’s new boyfriend was in Henry’s words, “As black as an aborigine covered in tar on a moonless night.”

Andre was Africa black and standing by the barbecue shirtless, his rock-hard stomach and chest rippling with muscles was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was the only one of the four that didn’t seem bothered by the heat. Andre “Handy Andy” Mabuza was from Moazambique and seemed at home in the heat. “Fancy some shrimp on the barbie, mate,” said Dre, his fake Australian accent sounding weird mixing with his Afro-Portuguese accent. “Sorry, we ain’t got no bloomin onions.”

“What’s a bloomin onion?” asked Henry, taking an immediate dislike to the dark-skinned black man.

“You know, from the Outback.”

“There ain’t no onions blooming in the outback, mate.”

“Never mind. How about a burger?”

Gabby’s attention was going from the African to Roni. Roni was staring at him like she was totally in love and they’d just met last week. Handy Andy had come over to give her an estimate on building her deck and had apparently never left.

Roni Mueller was oddly enough, the only American of the four of them. She was gorgeous with short blond hair that fell to her collar bones, a cute little upthrust nose, and icy blue eyes like Gabby’s. She was wearing a black bikini top and cut off jean shorts with the button open and the zipper down revealing the black bikini panty underneath. She was fitter and less curvy than Gabby with a harder flat stomach and large C-cup breasts on her torso. Large nipples were currently poking out through the bikini. Gabby lost her smile when she noticed Henry’s gaze flicker down to their neighbor’s very prominent headlights. Gabby and Roni had become friendly fast. Roni was a nurse, but Gabby thought she could have been a model. Gabby laughed, but said their bodies were more suited for a stripper’s pole than modeling. Each of the women was envious of the other’s figure.

Gabby turned her attention back to Dre and caught him staring at her breasts. Her brow furrowed, but he didn’t look away. He just smiled a toothy white grin and winked at her. Dre was not a handsome man. If anything, he was downright ugly with a broad flat African nose and large flaring nostrils. He had big lips and deep-set eyes. She could not understand what Roni was doing with the black man unless she liked big muscles. At 6’3” he was 9” taller than Roni and 8” taller than Gabby. He had a thin waist with flat stomach and prominent abdominals that she had to admit were impressive. His chest expanded outward and up to broad shoulders with muscle bound arms and huge biceps.

Gabby cornered Roni and got her to admit that Dre wasn’t much to look at. “But he’s got the right equipment to get the job done,” she replied with a smirk. Gabby understood what she met. It said so right on the side of Dre’s work van. HANDY ANDY’S HANDYMAN SERVICES: I’ve got the right equipment to get the job done. Gabby lost a little respect for her new friend when Roni confessed that Andy’s estimate on the deck had been too high for her, but he’d offered her a discount if she blew him. Gabby gasped. “And a bigger discount if I fucked him.”

“How much is it going to cost you?”

Roni smiled. “Free, but I’ve been paying for it every night since. Jesus, Gabby, his cock’s a foot long.”

Gabby lost all respect for Roni at the thought she’d fucked a black man for a free deck and made excuses not to come over much after that barbecue. She’d be at her desk upstairs writing her novel and watching a shirtless Dre Mabuza carrying planks around the side of the house and become annoyed by his hammering. She spoke with him once after the barbecue. She’d been outside watering the garden wearing a backless and stomach baring blue crop top with a short matching skirt when Dre had come up behind her. “Where are your little ones?”

Gabby jumped. “Dre, you startled me.” She waited. No apology. “What do you mean?” she asked, feeling uncomfortable. She was wearing less then she had at the barbecue and he was staring at her harder.

“All your babies.”

“Oh, we don’t have any children yet,” she replied. She’d gone of birth control a few months earlier and she and Henry had their first unprotected sex on her 25^th birthday last month and once since.

“In Africa, wide hips and large titties are seen as a sign of good health and fertility. In Mozambique, we would say that you have a body built for having babies.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we aren’t in Mozambique. My husband and I decided to put off having children.”

“If Mr. Gale, ain’t up for it, I can give you lots of babies. Handy Andy’s got the right equipment to get the job done,” he said. His hand came down to squeeze a very sizable bulge beneath his jeans. “We have lots of fun making babies.”

“No thank you, sir. I’m a married woman.” Her eyes couldn’t help flickering down to Dre’s massive bulge. After Roni told her that Dre had a foot long slong, her eyes had checked his bulge out several times at the barbecue. That was impossible, why a twelve-inch slong in the civilized world’s measurements would be around thirty and a half centimeters. It couldn’t be that big, but going by his bulge, it did look big.

“You don’t want to see my babymaker?”

“For Christ’s sake, no. Now go home and finish off your dick. I’m sick of trying to work with all that hammering.”

He just gave her a wink. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.” He turned and left.

What an arrogant wanker, she mumbled watching Dre walk back next door.

*********

“Well, I’ll be buggering off then,” said Henry, giving her a kiss. His hands came around lifting up her robe and grabbing her ass cheeks through her bikini bottom. He pulled her close. “Why don’t ya keep that bikini on all day so that I can take it off ya tonight,” he whispered.

She could feel his hardness pressing into her belly. “Why don’t you take it off now. I don’t mind it quick and passionate.”

He paused and glanced at his watch. “Na luv, better get to work with me mates now and with you tonight.” He gave her another kiss. “Good day, luv.”

“Bugger off then.” Gabby sighed. She was randy. She’d woken up with a wet fanny and her husband’s embrace had made it wetter. This was a sure sign she was between cycles and ovulating. Maybe tonight would be the night?

The old Gabby would never have worn a bikini let alone one this small. She didn’t even close her robe once Henry left. She poured herself some tea and picked up the mug. She walked upstairs with the robe flapping behind her, enjoying a strange sense of freedom wearing so little. The Miami heat was having an affect on her.

Gabby sat down at her desk and opened her laptop. She began typing.

Darcy O’Grady sipped her tea, her eyes on the warehouse looking for any signs of life. Her informant suspected the drug smuggling… She backspaced deleting drug smuggling. Too common in Miami. She wanted something different. She typed. Animal smuggling ring was located.

Gabby tapped her fingers and took a sip of her tea. She didn’t like it. Animal smuggling? What? Snakes, alligators, or exotic birds?

Darcy O’Grady sipped her tea, her eyes on the garage where the suspected carjackers were located. Her wealthy client didn’t even care about her fancy Mercedes, but it had held an item of great value to her client when it was stolen.

She was happier with this plot. Gabby Gale was a teacher by profession and she wanted to pursue that here in the states, but was having trouble getting accreditation through the American bureaucracy. She’d published one novel Darcy O’Grady and the Maori Job back in New Zealand. Her first Darcy O’Grady mystery had sold well enough in New Zealand and okay in Australia, but hadn’t been picked up by an American publisher. She thought that setting her next book in Miami might get it picked up here. She had a publishing contact who had agreed to read it, but wasn’t too optimistic about moving forward with a boring old English style mystery.

Gabby checked the time and decided to put off writing for the day or at least until later this afternoon. She didn’t particularly want to hang out with Veronica since she’d taken up with the cocky black man, but Roni was so proud of the deck Dre had built for her that Gabby had agreed to go check it out today. Hopefully Dre was working another job somewhere and wouldn’t be around to bother them while they sunbathed.

Gabriella Gale placed her mug in the sink and headed towards the back door. She slipped her bare feet into her jandals which was just slang for flip flops or sandals. The heat hit her when she stepped outside. “Yech,” she grunted. “I hate this city.”

The walk through their yards was short. Gabby moved around the side of Roni’s house to the backyard. Her old shoddy deck had been replaced by a much nicer and larger deck. Roni had an inexpensive above ground pool and the deck now surrounded half the circular pool. She hated to admit it, but Dre did good work. She and Henry were thinking about having a deck built, but she didn’t want Dre doing it if it met he was hanging around her house for a month. Maybe, when she got a job and wasn’t home.

She grabbed the railing and climbed some of the steps up onto the deck. “What a great dick,” she said, looking around.

“Obrigado.”

Gabby jumped in surprise. Dre was laying down on an inflatable mattress. His large muscular body was nude except for a tight speedo. His arms were crossed under his head and he was grinning up at her. She couldn’t take her eyes off the speedo. Her eyes were bulging out of her head almost as much as the straining fabric of his tiny suit was. The speedo was yellow, green, and black. The colors of the Mozambique flag which she only knew because he had a sticker of the flag on his work truck. “Dre, you startled me!” He didn’t apologize. He never apologized for anything, she’d noticed. It was like he didn’t feel as if he ever did anything wrong. He just kept grinning and rose to his feet, towering over her. “Where’s Roni?” she asked, pulling her robe closed and tightening her belt. His eyes had zoomed in right on her breasts.

“She got called in. There was a big pile up on I-95. Lots on injuries.”

“Oh.”

“I’d be happy to show off my dick,” he said grinning.

“It’s a nice dick,” she replied, forcing herself not to look down at the straining speedo. She swept her eyes over his deck. “I’m jealous. I’d love to have a nice big dick like this.”

“Yeah, my dick’s the envy of the neighborhood.”

“Isn’t the stain a little too dark?”

“The biggest dicks are always dark.”

Gabby didn’t like the way Dre was smirking at her. She turned and walked away from him, surveying the big deck. “I suppose Roni’s happy with her new dick?”

Dre followed her. “She can’t keep off it.”

She didn’t want to spend any more time with Dre and her tour of his deck was almost done so she could make her excuses and head back home. She walked over to the pool. She was jealous of the deck, but she was more jealous of the pool. Roni, Henry, and she had used it plenty of times before Dre had moved in. If you had to be outside in the South Florida heat, in a pool was where she wanted to be.

It looked like Dre had been finishing up around the pool edges. There was some caulk and other tools laying around. “My showers got a big crack in it,” she said.

“I’d be happy to come over and fill your crack up for you.”

“Thanks, but if I can get my hands on some cock, I can do it myself or get Henry to do it.”

“I doubt Henry has enough cock. I got plenty of cock for ya. I got all the cock ya need right here.”

He did have plenty of caulk. There were several thick tubes of it laying around. She was distracted as a wadded up ball flew past her and landed in the pool. The wad floated in the water, unfolding into a yellow, green, and black… speedo?

Dre grabbed her and spun her around, pulling her into his arms. Before she knew what was happening, his large lips were pressing down onto her slim pink ones. She held her mouth tightly shut fighting off the probes of his tongue. His hand yanked on the belt of her robe, pulling it all the way out. Her robe fell open just as his strong hand found the small of her back, pulling her tighter into him. Gabby wanted to push him away, but her robe was now halfway off, pinning her arms behind her. She could feel Dre’s massive rod of a penis pressing into her belly.

“Dre, no,” she said, pulling her head back away from his lips. “No.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seemingly confused, but releasing her.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m a married woman,” she replied, stepping back away from him. “I’m not interested in…” Her eyes moved down as their bodies parted, watching his massive black penis fall forward until it was sticking out and bobbing beneath her eyes. “Oh my god!” she said in amazement. Roni hadn’t lied about its size. She’d never seen a slong so big. It had to have been between 30 and 32 centimeters in length and its thickness rivaled the tubes of caulk at her feet. Henry had a nice prick but it wasn’t even half as big as the ugly black slong bobbing out from Dre’s crotch. And it was ugly, as ugly as the black man it belonged to. A thick wrinkly foreskin embraced a swollen golf ball sized head and the shaft bulged out with blue-black veins similar to the bulging veins on Dre’s biceps.

“Not interested?” he said, chuckling. He grabbed the shaft of his penis with his black hand and pulled back on the foreskin. “You can’t keep your eyes off it.”

Gabby gasped in awe. As the head emerged and the foreskin was pulled back, his slong changed before her eyes from hideous to magnificent. The head was a bulbous ball with a large flare to his glands. “It’s so big,” she gasped in disbelief.

“I told ya, my dick was the envy of the neighborhood. You sure you’re not interested?”

Involuntarily, her hand reached out for the enormous black cock. She realized what she was doing and yanked it back. The tips of her breasts were hurting. Her nipples were hard and trying to poke through her bikini top. Her fanny was also drooling at the sight of Dre’s giant black cock. Her bikini bottom was soaked. She cursed Henry for leaving her horny this morning. “No,” she replied, shaking her head yet unable to take her eyes off it.

“You can touch it,” he said. She was still hesitant, so he reached down and grabbed her wrist. She tried to jerk her arm back, but his grip tightened. He pulled her hand towards his cock. Gabby curled her hand into a fist. He ran her knuckles along the shaft of his thick cock. “Come on, Gabby. Just hold it and feel it’s powa. I won’t bother you again and this may be your only chance to hold a real man’s cock. It’s bigger than Henry’s ain’t it?”

“Yes, a lot bigger,” she mumbled. Gabby’s heart was racing so fast, she could hear its drumbeat in her ears, the beat of African drums. She opened her hand, he slid her palm across his black cock and she wrapped her fingers around it.

“See, it no bite, but it does spit like a cuspideira.” He chuckled. “You like my cock, Gabby.”

“Yes,” she hissed. She ran her hand along the shaft. She wasn’t even aware; he’d released her wrist. She could feel it’s power, its heat, it’s life. Small jets of precum were shooting out from the head each time she ran her hand up towards it’s glans.

“You made it get like this, Gabby. It’s hard for you. Binga likes you a lot.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, puta. You come over here with them biggi white titties trying to bust out of that bikini, parading around talking about how much ya like my dick, wanting to get your hands on my cock. No wonder Binga’s so hard.”

“I’m sorry, that was my accent.”

“But you do like my dick? Your body likes my dick to. Your nipples is tenting out that bikini top. Tell me you like that big black cock.”

“I like your big black cock, Dre. I’ve never seen anything like it, it’s so big.”

“Meu pau foi construido para foder vadias brancas commo voce.”

“What was that?” she asked.

Dre smiled at her. It meant, “My cock was built to fuck white sluts like you,” but all he said was, “You glad I let you touch it?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Then give me a handjob.”

“A what?”

“A handjob. Jerk it off. What do they call it in New Zealand?”

“A wristy.”

“Then give me a wristy.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Fuck you, puta,” he growled. “You can’t leave me like this. You’re doing it now. When you gonna get another chance to play with a cock like mine? A wristy ain’t cheating on yo husband. Do this for me and we pretend it never happened and I leave you alone.”

“I don’t…”

“It’s just a wristy, Gabby. Come.” Dre walked backwards. Gabby followed, her hand tightly gripping his cock. He straddled the air mattress he’d been laying on. “Kneel.”

Gabby released his cock long enough to fall to her knees on the mattress. A shiver ran through her body as she looked down the length of his massive black cock and up the powerful masculine torso of her African neighbor. She lowered her eyes back to the black slong, ugly again with the foreskin wrapping around his cock head with only the long pee slit visible. She gulped, staring at it, her eyes widening as she looked beneath the giant dick. “Oh my god!” she hissed in disbelief.

“What, white girl?”

“Your bolos are gigantic! They’re as big as coconuts.”

Dre chuckled. This never got old. “Vou colocar um bebe negro em voce.” Translated, he said, “Gonna put a black baby in you.”

Gabby knew negro meant black and assumed bebe meant balls. “Yes,” she agreed, believing he was commenting on the size of his black balls. “They are.”

Dre grinned. “This is where white women belong kneeling at the feet of da black man.”

Gabby looked up and glowered at him, but a fresh wave of arousal had poured from her fanny the second she fell to her knees. The beat of the African drums was even louder in her ears. “How do I… where do I start?”

“Ya spit, gurl. Spit in your palms. Binga will help you lube him up.”

Gabby kept one hand on the huge black cock, keeping the foreskin pulled back. She spit and drooled into the palm of her other hand. “What’s a Binga?” she asked. “Does it mean prick or something?”

“Na girl. I named my cock after Mount Binga, the tallest peak in Mozambique.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “We had a Mount Binga in Queensland.”

“Is kismet then.”

Binga was indeed helping her lubricate its knobby head and shaft. Pre-cum was shooting out of the urethra in rather large amounts and when it wasn’t spurting, his pee slit was still drooling the sticky fluid. The spurts of Cowper’s fluid from Dre’s cock head rivaled one of Henry’s entire orgasms. If the fluid hadn’t been clear, she might have assumed Dre was continuously ejaculating. Between her saliva and the pre-cum, her hands were starting to glide more smoothly up and down the giant shaft.

Gabby made the mistake of jerking him off too fast at first. His cock lined up with her forehead and she wasn’t used to kneeling with her arms raised while making pumping motions. Her arms quickly began to tire and she slowed down. “Are you close?” she asked, twisting her hands around his shaft as she ran them up and down the length.

“Naw, gurl. You just started.”

A part of her wanted to give up and run back home, but another part of her didn’t want to let go of the giant black cock. She liked holding it. She liked feeling it’s heat, its pulse, it’s power. She didn’t understand why kneeling at the feet of such a man had her fanny flowing like Humboldt Falls. Probably because she was ovulating and randy for a good fucking. Mostly, she just wanted to see Dre’s huge black slong erupt like the White Island volcano back home.

She sat up higher still working her hands along the shaft. Dre’s slong was so large it would have taken four of her hands to completely cover it and it was so thick she could close her fingers around it. Jacking him off fast tired her arms too quickly so she settled for a slow steady pumping.

“This will help,” he said, leaning down and running one beefy hand down through her hair and in back of her neck.

Gabby gasped when he pulled out the knot on her bikini. “What are you doing?” she gasped, releasing his cock, her hands moving quickly to hold her cups over her breasts. His cock bobbed hypnotically just above her eyes.

“Letting me see them big white titties will help me get off quicker.” He bent further down and pulled at the string behind her back. Gabby continued covering her breasts. Dre noticed her eyes were still fixated on his out thrust cock. “Now is not the time to be shy, neighbor. Make Binga cum.”

For a moment, Gabby wondered how her planned afternoon sunbathing with Roni on Dre’s deck had ended up with her kneeling topless and staring at the biggest blackest slong she’d ever seen in her life. Slowly, she moved her hands off her breasts, her bikini top falling to the deck. She reached out for Dre’s black cock. It was ugly again with the foreskin having slid back up to engulf half the plum-sized cock head. She wanted to make it magnificent again and pull the black turtleneck down and there it was in all its grandeur. She wanted to get Dre’s huge cock off. Her hands came out and grabbed the shaft again.

“Now that’s my girl,” sighed Dre Mabuza, contentedly. “What nice white titties you have. If you get tired, you can lie down and let me fuck dem big titties.”

“Uh, no thanks,” she said, her mind picturing her squeezing his huge cock between her breasts. Luckily, she’d gained some of her strength back during the brief respite, but she’d also probably lost any of her progress getting the neighbor’s cock off.

I like pink nipples,” said Dre, staring down at her. “And I really like long plump pink nipples.

Gabby flushed, embarrassed by the erectness of her nipples, but found herself staring up his muscular body while arching her back to raise her nipples for him. Stop that Gabby, she scolded herself. She should have put her top back on, but truthfully, her nipples were so swollen they’d been scraping against the fabric of her top and she was relieved they were freed. She could feel the hot sun warming them, tiny droplets of sweat were forming on her breasts and chest. She needed to finish Dre off before she began to burn.

Gabby turned her attention back on getting the large cock off. She’d been stroking him slow and steady, but already her arms were starting to get tired. Henry was a decent lover, but he would have ejaculated a long time ago.

“Try talking to him?” suggested Dre.

“W-what?” she asked, confused.

“Binga likes compliments and dirty talk.”

“Ah… Binga, you’re so big,” she said, hesitantly.

“Good. Keep going.”

“It’s so big. I love your big black African cock, Dre.”

Binga shot out one of its geysers of Cowper’s fluid. “Binga like that. Compare him to your husband.”

“I… I can’t. I shouldn’t,” she said, feeling guilty.

“Do it.”

“It’s so much bigger… and blacker. There’s no comparison.” She caught her hands trying to stroke him faster and slowed down again. “It’s like they’re two different things.”

“They are. That’s a big black cock you’re holding. How big is Henry, half that?”

“Smaller,” she replied. She’d given Henry a wristy on their second date. Her hand had wrapped around the shaft with just the head sticking out. Jerking off Henry had been a lot easier than this. “And thinner.”

“Henry has a little white boy penis. That’s a real man’s cock you’re holding now. Whose is superior, white girl?”

“I…” Gabby paused, flushing. “Yours is, Dre.” Her cheeks turned red with shame, but it was true. “Your big black cock is superior.”

Dre’s cock seemed to expand even more. “Binga really likes that, Gabby. Thank him.”

“Thank him? For what?”

“For allowing you to jerk him off.”

What arrogance? she thought. He was the one that should be grateful she was even touching his ugly black skin let alone jerking off his ugly black cock… his ugly, but superior black cock. The superior black cock and its owner that she was kneeling submissively before and obeying his every word. She slowly began to see Dre in a different light. It wasn’t just the cock that was superior, it was the man. No, she thought, her fanny gushing out more arousal as her muscles contracted in desire for the massive black cock in her hand. “Thank you,” she whispered to the huge cock head just above her nose. “Thank you,” she said again, this time turning her face up to look at the possessor of such a superior cock.

Dre nodded, smirking. “Now show your appreciation for him by giving him a kiss.”

“What?” she gasped, in horror. Touching it with her hands was one thing, but her lips?

“Give Binga a kiss, gurl.” Dre laughed. “He don’t bite, but he do spit like da Cuspideira.”

“I can’t…” she said, pulling the huge cock down while sitting up on her feet. The head was close enough to her nose, she could smell it. Dre’s musky man scent filled her nose. The Miami heat and stuffing the huge cock inside the tight speedo had generated a lot of sweat. It was the pungent smell of a man and she didn’t find it offensive. Her eyes were still staring up at Dre as she pursed her lips and kissed the head of his cock. A tremor coursed through her body and another wave of lubrication ran down her thighs.

“Again, gurl.”

“No,” she told him. She was still holding it bent down to her mouth. She kissed it again. This time holding her lips against the head, her tongue flickering out briefly to lick it, tasting his pre-cum. She moved back, lowering her gaze so she was staring down the length of his cock.

“Again!” he ordered, in a loud commanding tone.

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning in and kissing his cock head again. Dre’s hand came down and held the back of her head, holding her lips pressed against his cock. Her tongue licked up the urethra, moving in a circle around the tip of his cock and then in a larger circle around the end of the bulbous head. The head pushed forward, forcing her lips to part wider, the glans slid under her upper lips, pushing into her mouth.

Some more of Miri's art.

 

Some of Miri's Coxville AI art