Here's the latest. It's nearly caught up to my writing which is close to being finished. Next week I'm on vacation and will be away my writing day (Monday), but I may be able to make up for it on Saturday as I have some free time. We'll see what happens.
Calvin wheeled her around and rolled them towards the door.
Claire got off and straightened her clothes. “Let’s go eat.”
“Somewhere quick and close,” he said, adjusting the tent in
his sweat shorts.
Despite his wish, they picked a fancier seafood restaurant,
ordered wine, talked, and laughed for several hours. They both were a little
tipsy when they got back to the room. Claire went to use the restroom first,
brushing her teeth, and applying a dab of perfume to her neck and wrists. She
left and he wheeled himself in after her.
Calvin wheeled himself out of the large bathroom, froze, and
stared. “Wow!” he said.
“You like?” Claire was standing before him in her sexiest
underwear. It wasn’t as sexy as last night, simply a bra and panty, but her
underwear was red and lace. Her pubic hair and nipples were visible through the
lace. She wore it on Valentine’s Day or when she was feeling slutty and wanted
Tom to take a hint. His eyes swept down her body even as she reached out to
remove the bra, breasts bursting free.
“I like, but this is better,” he replied, watching her push
the panty down over her thighs until it dropped at her feet. She’d turned the
light off, but he left the bathroom light on and the door open which left the
main room only slightly dark. He wheeled towards the bed and she bent to help
steady him and swing him over onto the mattress. “What you in the mood for?” he
asked, lifting his arms so that she could pull his tank top off over his head.
Claire ran her hands down his bulging biceps and hard ridged
chest. “Right now,” she said, pulling the drawstring on his shorts. She fished
his growing cock out. “I want this cock in my mouth.” He sighed when she
dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock. Claire sucked half down her
throat, pulling back, licking around the crown and down the shaft. She took him
back in her mouth, deep throating him this time while her hands pulled his
shoes off and let his shorts and underwear fall to the floor. He was moaning and
laying back with his elbows on the bed when she pulled her mouth back and
kissed his cock head. “Lay back,” she said, kissing his cock again.
Calvin scooted back, laying on the bed. Claire stood, taking
it slow, she leaned over him, massaging his knees and his weak legs as she
slowly straddled his ankles. She leaned forward, kissing his chest and licking
his cock before sitting up and working her way up to his thighs. She sat up
straight, the base of his shaft between her legs. She pulled it up, the head
reaching to the bottoms of her breasts. “Jesus,” she said, realizing how deep
that thing could go.
“What’s wrong?”
She smiled at him, gently stroking his shaft. “Nothing.
Reach under that pillow.”
Calvin genuinely looked confused, but he moved one hand
under her pillow, frowning when he felt the box, eyebrows shooting up when he
realized what it was. He pulled the box out and held it in front of his eyes. “Are
you sure?”
“Surprise!” she said. “Let me have one.” She watched him
eagerly tear into the cardboard and pull out the sleeve of six condoms. Calvin
pulled one off and placed it on his stomach. Claire kept stroking his cock
while she reached down and took the condom. She paused on his cock long enough
to tear the condom open and pull the rubber out. She brought it up to his head
and tried to roll it down, realized it was backward, reversing it. The diameter
of the condom was smaller than Calvin’s huge cock head. The rubber did stretch
around it and she rolled it down the crown and shaft. It was a snug fit, which
alleviated some of her concern about it coming off inside her. It quit rolling
down inches from the base of his cock. Amazing, she thought. The largest-sized
condom only covered around eight inches of Calvin’s shaft and the receptacle on
the end didn’t look much bigger than one of Tom’s standard condoms. Maybe,
eight inches was all she could take?
She figured she’d try it like last night when the bare head
had pushed inside her. She let his cock fall to his stomach and began sliding
her pussy along his shaft while bending down to kiss Calvin again. She had to
sit up as her pussy slid up to the end. She pushed down, her lips parting around
the protected head of his cock. “Mmmm,” she moaned, humping the head. Her moan
turned to a whimper when Calvin’s hands began playing with her breasts. She
pushed down and back, gasping as the head pushed inside her again.
Claire spread her legs wider and leaned down, holding
herself above Calvin’s head. Her tits dangled right over the little black man’s
face and he didn’t waste the opportunity. She whimpered when one of her hard
nipples was sucked between his lips. She held her breath and pushed back into
the shaft. “GEEZ…us,” she gasped. “It’s so big! Fuck, it’s big.” She paused,
panting. Calvin continued his mouth’s assault on her nipples. Her pussy was
squirting constantly around his shaft making sure it was well lubricated.
“UNNHH!” she grunted, pushing back some more. “So full,” she
muttered. Calvin snorted into her breast. She only had about five inches in
her. Another inch and he’d be as deep in her as Tom’s entire penis. One more
inch, she thought. One more inch. She didn’t need to take it all. What the hell
am I doing? She asked herself, having second thoughts. Just one more inch.
Claire gritted her teeth and pushed back. “UNH!” There, she’d done it. He was
as deep as Tom’s penis, but Calvin was so much thicker, he felt twice as big.
Oh god! What if her pussy didn’t shrink back to normal? “I don’t think I can
take anymore,” she muttered.
“Mmmm baby,” said Calvin, flicking his tongue over her
nipple. “That ain’t even half.” His hands grabbed her ass cheek as he lifted
his hips. “Here, let me help.”
“AAAHHH!” she cried, his cock pushing into virgin territory
in her pussy. “TOOBEEG!”
“Just relax, baby,” he said. “You’re built for big black
cock, but we gotta train your body to accept it. Now work that pussy.”
“OH GOD! OH, GOD!” She cried loudly, pushing forward and
back. Her pussy muscles were clinging to his cock reluctant to let it slip out.
Slowly another inch slipped in, sending a shudder through her body. Claire was
sweating and tears were running down her cheek. Her teeth were gritted from the
strain, relaxing long enough for her to gasp for air. “OHMYGOD!” She screamed,
pushing deeper just as Calvin bucked his hips up, sending his cock to new
depths. “SO FUCKING BIG!” Claire whimpered but continued rocking back into his
cock even as he thrust his hips. “Fucking big,” she muttered. “OW!” She jumped
up slightly as his cock banged into her cervix, slowly sinking back into it
until the head pushed hard against her cervix. “NO MORE!” she gasped.
“Relax,” he whispered. “It’d be easier without the rubber,
but you can take it.” He grabbed her hips and held her still as he pushed up.
“My cock’s about to become your new favorite thing in the world.”
“IT’S IN MY FUCKING WOMB! She squealed. “Your cock is so
fucking huge,” she cried, pushing herself up, her pussy sinking deeper down his
shaft. She stared down at him in awe. “So fucking big,” she told him. He
replied with a smug grin. “Fucking big!” she said again, sinking into his lap.
“Fucking big, Calvin,” she moaned, staring at him, but her eyes looked blank.
“I know, baby,” he replied, squeezing and kneading her tits.
“I know.”
“Fucking big,” she said, her eyes coming into to focus and
staring down at him in awe. “Fucking big. Fuck!. Me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She
started bouncing on his shaft. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Calvin!”
“You lovin the BBC now, gurl,” he grunted.
“I love it,” she squealed. “I love your big black cock. Fuck
me. I’m cumming. I’m cum…” Claire screamed and fell on top of him while she
creamed all around his cock. Calvin’s face was covered in tit flesh. He licked
around until his tongue flicked over her nipple before sucking it between his
lips. Claire groaned, her pussy still spasming around his cock. Her vaginal
muscles were squeezing down around his shaft, contracting inwards as if she
were trying to milk his sperm out. She reared back, her nipple elongating out
until it flew free of his mouth. Claire looked down at him in awe. She arched
her back and brought her lips down on his. “The big one,” she whispered,
slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He pushed her up long enough to say, “Nope,” before pulling
her mouth back against his. They kissed for five minutes. Her orgasm was over,
but her pussy was still squeezing his cock, trying to pull his seed out.
Claire finally sat back up, leaning forward so that Calvin
could lift his head to suck her nipples. She moaned and started riding him
again while he thrust upwards as she came down. “Oh Calvin, it’s so good,” she
murmured, “So fucking good.” Her orgasm had taken a lot out of her and it was
looking like his stamina might outlast hers. Claire picked up her pace, fucking
his shaft through another big orgasm. She was panting. His strong hands were
squeezing her ass cheeks. Their grip tightened. She was about to collapse but
sensed he was close. He pulled down, thrusting his cock up and groaned. She
felt the first big jerk of his cock and her orgasm broke around it. Each twitch
of his shaft, prolonged her orgasm, her vaginal muscles doing their best to
pull every drop of his seed from his balls.
“That was amazing,” she finally gasped after the final
strong shudder of his cock sent the last tremors through her body. Claire
winced slightly. “It’s hurting a little.”
“Slowly pull up,” he ordered. Calvin’s hands slid down her
ass finding the base of his shaft and following her pussy up until he felt the
edge of the condom. Claire felt a fluid ball stretch and elongate as it passed
through her cervix. Calvin held the
rubber on his cock as she dismounted. His voluminous seed had filled so much of
the tip that it had pulled the condom up his shaft so that the end was up to
the glans. He pinched it tight and brought it around. Claire stared as he tied
the end of what looked like a small water balloon of semen. Seeing it like this
put the volume of his seed in perspective and she gulped nervously, thankful it
had held. He dropped the condom balloon on the floor.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow yourself,” he replied, caressing her arms. He looked at
her seriously. “Claire, I hope this was more than just a pity fuck.”
“Well…” She paused because to some extent it was.
“Because if it was, I’ll take it, but I was hoping you
wanted to fuck me.”
“I wanted to know if it was true,” she said, suddenly
sheepish.
“What was true?”
“What you said, about me being built for big black cock.”
“And?”
“It’s twue, it’s twue,” she said, quoting Madeline Kahn from
Blazing Saddles.
Calvin grinned and nodded, indicating he got the joke. “So,
you up to do it again?”
“If you’re “UP” to do it again.” Claire reached for the
sleeve of condoms. She held them up. “There are five more condoms. If you can
get it up five more times while we’re here, we can keep fucking. Once we get
back home, it’s back to blow jobs and other fun. Capeesh?”
“Capeesh.”
“I’m going to go shower,” she said, getting off the bed.
Truthfully, she wasn’t that messy, the condom keeping his seed off her. It was
also true, that she kind of missed having his cum all over her. She’d grown
used to rubbing it into her skin. Her fingers absentmindedly rubbed around her
nipples while she walked to the bathroom. It was probably her imagination, but
she swore the skin on her tits was smoother and had a healthier glow from all
the semen she’d rubbed into it.
When Claire left the shower, she walked out with a towel
wrapped around her body to an empty room. Calvin and the chair were gone. She
could hear arguing outside their room and she could smell marijuana.
“I’m calling the cops.”
“It’s medicinal.”
The man arguing with Calvin glanced briefly at her, then did
a double-take at the gorgeous statuesque brunette wrapped tightly in a short
hotel towel. “It is medicinal,” said Claire. “He has cancer.” Calvin gave the
man two middle fingers and turned his index fingers down to his emaciated legs.
“Asshole,” said the man. “And you are?” he asked turning his
attention to Claire, his eyes looking at the tops of her exposed breasts and
down to her lithe legs. “His nurse? Surely you’re not HIS wife?”
“No, we just fuck.” Claire raised an eyebrow and the man
suddenly looked uncomfortable. He threw up his hands and turned away. “His big
black cock is twice my husband’s size.”
“Bigger,” added Calvin.
“Well, keep the noise down,” said the man, opening the door
to a room two doors down. “And smoke that shit where my kids can’t smell it.”
“I can’t. He makes me scream,” called Claire. The man
disappeared into the room. The curtain moved. Probably, his wife peeking at the
confrontation. She grabbed the handlebars and wheeled Calvin back into the room.
“Dickhead,” she muttered.
“God, I love you,” he said, snuffing out the joint.
Claire almost froze. She hadn’t expected that. It scared and
thrilled her at the same time, but then again, it had been offhanded. She wheeled
him up to the bed. Calvin locked the wheels as Claire walked around the chair,
letting her towel drop. He looked up as she straddled his legs. Calvin placed
his hands on her waist staring at her magnificent body. She sat down in his lap
and kissed him, tasting the pot on his breath and feeling his cock harden. She
broke the kiss. “How do you want me?” she whispered in his ear.
“Get on all fours.”
“You sure?” she asked. He nodded. Claire climbed on the bed
and got all fours, looking over her shoulder at him.
Calvin winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the
bed. He slipped his shorts down and scooted backward. Calvin grabbed her hips
and pulled himself up so that he was kneeling behind her. She felt his hands
caress up her ass cheeks. One hand left her ass. Claire jumped when his fat
cock smacked down on her ass. It was swollen but limp. He smacked her again and
again. By the fifth time, it was a steel-hard rod. “Condom?”
Claire grabbed the sleeve of five condoms and removed one. She
reached behind her and handed it to Calvin. She heard it rip and saw him toss
the empty pack on the floor. Claire braced herself as Calvin’s cock fell on her
ass crack and began slowly sliding down. He grabbed one hip as the head of his
cock started pushing against her vagina. At first, her pussy lips resisted,
pushing inwards before slowly stretching out around the fat plum-sized tip of
his cock. She gasped as the glans slid inside her and she began to take the
shaft. He pulled back, pushing in a little before pulling back again, letting
her arousal coat his shaft to make it glide back and forth easier. She moaned,
pushing back into his cock wanting him deeper. It was easier this time which
relieved and alarmed her. Would her pussy shrink back to normal? Would Tom
notice the difference? As Calvin’s black cock both stretched her out more than
her husband’s thin penis could and as the cock probed deeper than Tom’s little
penis ever could, it was hard to think of sex with her husband. Claire gasped
as Calvin’s cock head pushed on her cervix again. It pushed through easier this
time. “Fuck me,” she whispered, pushing back and trembling as his cock made her
cum. Giving this up wasn’t going to be easy.
Calvin grabbed her hips pulling her back into his thrusting cock.
He fucked her slow and steady. Each time he pushed ball’s deep, the muscles in
her pussy would tremble over his shaft and it felt so good, she half believed
she was having constant little orgasms. His hand gave her ass cheek a slap that
wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it still made her firm cheek quiver. “Fuck that
black cock, gurl,” he growled. His hand returned to her butt cheek, gripping it
hard.
Claire obeyed, pushing back on her arms, fucking back into
his cock. She moaned in pleasure. His hand gripped her ass cheek tighter and
she felt something on her anus. “Calvin!” she started to protest. “CALVIN!” she
screamed, cumming hard as his thumb pushed inside her rosebud. Her ass clenched
tightly around his thumb as he worked it like a small cock and the trembling in
her pussy turned into a quake that shook her entire body. The orgasm took
everything out of her. Her arms collapsed and she fell to the bed, head down
and ass up whimpering under the continued thrusts of his cock. The big one, she
thought, imagining her black lover grinning as he said, “nope.”
“So good,” she sobbed into the pillow. “So good. Fuck me. So
good. Cumming for you. Cumming. CUMMING!”
“Me too,” he grunted, pushing balls deep, his cock rearing
and bucking inside her womb.
Her pussy exploded around his cock before squeezing down
around his shaft, muscles rippling inward to milk every drop of his seed from
his balls. It was another energy-draining orgasm, that made her lower body
collapse on the bed. Calvin followed her down, keeping his cock in her but his
thumb pulled free of her anus. He held himself up over her, gasping to the
point he was wheezing. His cock jerked a few more times and she felt the slight
pain that came with having a sperm-filled rubber in her womb. He slowly started
withdrawing his cock. “Condom,” she gasped. “Make sure… still on.”
He slowed his withdrawal, and she felt his fingers pinch the
bottom of the rubber just outside her pussy. His cock pulled free of her pussy
and Calvin rolled off her, collapsing beside her on the bed. She turned her
head to thank him, staring in horror at the look on his face. “Oh god,” he
whimpered.
“Calvin?” she asked with concern. His face was covered in a
cold clammy sweat. He looked sick, like he had the flu or was in extreme pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh god,” he said again, chest heaving as he gasped for air.
“Hurts.” He looked shocked by how much pain he was in.
“Jesus Calvin,” she said, reaching out and wiping the sweat
off his forehead. “We can’t fuck like that if it hurts you that much.”
He grinned. “You seemed to like it.”
Claire blushed. “I loved it.”
“It was worth it then.” The pain slowly started fading a
little.
Claire stared down his sexy torso at his cock. The condom
was still attached, clinging to the tip just under the glans. His copious seed
had filled it again, nearly pulling it off. Claire reached down and squeezed
the end, pulling it off and tying it into another balloon. It might have been
her imagination, but his legs looked even thinner and weaker. His plump spent
cock was starting to look more like a third leg. “Maybe you should smoke
another joint?” she said, still concerned. She dropped the rubber on the carpet
beside the first one.
“Maybe I should,” he agreed. He sat up and wiggled over to
the edge of the bed.
Claire jumped up to help him up. The little black man nearly
collapsed into her, leaning hard against her as she swung him over into the
chair then lifted his feet and place his shorts on. She looked up at him and
gave the head of his cock a kiss as he lifted himself and she pulled his shorts
up for him.
Calvin fixed himself a joint and rolled himself out of the
room. Claire didn’t feel like dressing and stayed nude on the bed. She missed
being covered in his semen but liked that it was less messy. Thinking about his
sperm, made her curious and she leaned over the bed picking the two sperm-filled
condoms off the floor. She hefted the fluid rubbers in both palms, feeling
their weight and eyeing the volume of his seed. As far as she could tell, there
was no lessening of the volume of his seed and it even appeared the most recent
rubber was a little bigger. “Amazing,” she muttered, continuing to heft them.
The smell of marijuana filled her nose from outside.
If their neighbor smelled it, he kept quiet this time.
**********
Claire did take a quick shower. Her body was nude and
covered in droplets when Calvin came back in and caught her beside the door,
bent over and turning the air conditioning down. The cool air blowing on her
nipples had them distended and covered in goosebumps. He reached over and
tweaked the closest one. The pinch sent a tremor of pleasure straight to her
pussy that had her desiring him again. He wheeled past her and rolled into the
bathroom.
Calvin came out after brushing his teeth and swung himself
over to the bed. “Feel better?” she asked, as he slipped under the sheets.
Claire was already in bed, looking at her phone.
“Yeah, a lot better,” he replied, a stoned smile on his
face.
“Good,” she said, turning on her side towards Calvin. She
leaned in and kissed him on the lips, running her hand down the muscles on his
chest. Her hand slid down to his plump cock and squeezed it. “If I’d known
about this, I would have gone out with you after graduation.” She felt blood
pumping into his cock as it expanded slightly. She squeezed it again.
“Tell you a secret?” asked Calvin. Claire nodded. He grinned
back. “Remember when we made out in the closet after graduation?”
Claire blushed a little. “Yeah, sure.”
“I paid Liz twenty bucks to do it.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Come on, Claire. I had a crush on you. Plus, I had this
stupid idea in my head that all I had to do was show you my cock and you’d
agree to go out with me.”
“Ridiculous,” she responded, fully aware that she’d jerked
him off minutes after seeing his cock for the first time. “Besides, I thought
you liked Liz.”
“I asked her out a few times. She was the second-best
looking girl in high school.”
“Who’s the first?” she purred, rubbing his chest.
“Brenda Martin,” he said, with an exaggerated sigh. Claire’s
hand returned to his cock and squeezed it tightly. “I’m kidding. You. It was
you.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” She asked, running her hand along
his spent shaft.
“Do tell,” he said.
“I’ve never told anyone this even Tom. I did go a little
further with someone in the closet once.”
“Oh yeah. Who?”
“Liz.”
“WHAT!”
Claire giggled as his cock swelled and started firming up.
“You like that, huh? Well, we were playing games and the couples were uneven so
Liz and I agreed to pair up. Someone dared Liz and me to go in the closet for
seven minutes. I didn’t think we’d actually do anything, but as soon as it was
dark, Liz was shoving her tongue into my mouth. She grabbed my wrist and placed
my hand on her tit. Before I knew it, her hands were sliding up under my top
and under my bra. We started kissing more passionately. Her hand undid the
buttons on my jean shorts and she slid her hand under my panty over my pubes
and just as her fingers were about to find out how wet I was, someone outside
yelled, “time” and it was over.”
“Wow! That’s hot,” he growled.
“Wow, is right,” she replied, stroking his fully grown
erection.
“And nothing else happened?” he slid his hand over to the condom
sleeve and pulled one off.
“No. Liz asked me to sleep over that night which wasn’t
unusual, but I’m pretty sure she wanted to go further. I didn’t want to lose my
virginity to a woman and told her I had to get up early. I had thought that sending
you into the closet with me was her revenge for turning her down.”
“Oh, she loved the idea and probably would have done it for
free. She couldn’t stand me and laughed in my face when I asked her out.”
“She would have slept with me before you. She’s a bit of a
racist.”
“More than a bit, I think,” said Calvin as he climbed on top
of her.
Claire spread her legs, his hard cock immediately probing at
her pussy. She tensed and gasped as he entered her. Calvin slowly lowered himself
over her and began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper. Claire wrapped her
legs around his waist trying to hold him inside her. They enjoyed a slow
leisurely fuck that had her cumming another half a dozen times before they both
came together, with her crying softly as their lips pressed together. Having
Calvin’s cock fully inside her was the best feeling in the world.
Claire leaned up and placed two fingers on his shaft as he
withdrew it. When she felt the end of the condom, she pinched the ends and
pulled it off him as it exited. She tied off the end and added a third balloon
to the two sitting on the carpet. Neither left the bed, Claire turned away and
Calvin spooned into her with one strong arm wrapped around her body, cupping
her tit. Claire felt possessed and protected like that and immediately fell
asleep.
They used the fourth condom the next morning. Calvin woke up
on his back with Claire deep throating his hard cock. She sucked him a good ten
minutes before ripping the condom open and rolling it down over the head. Soon,
she was lowering herself over his shaft and riding his cock while he sucked her
hard nipples. She came again and again, crying out, “I love your big black
cock. Fuck me. Fuck me, Calvin.” He thrust his cock up, filling the condom
again while Claire gasped and moaned, cumming all over his throbbing shaft.
“Two to go,” he said, watching her tie off the end of the
fourth condom a few minutes later.
Claire grabbed a wastebasket and collected the four condom
balloons. “Don’t want housekeeping to find these,” she explained. “I’ll drop
the bag off in a trash can somewhere.”
They showered, dressed, and drove the short distance to the
zoo. It was a lovely perfect day and Calvin seemed to enjoy himself, getting
away for a change. He sighed, watching the monkeys playing. Before she could
ask what was wrong, he explained. “Clarence used to love the zoo. Anything to
do with nature, animals, or being outdoors and he was happy.” Calvin frowned,
looking sad that he couldn’t spend his final days with his brother. Claire
patted his shoulder reassuringly.
“So,” he said as she wheeled him towards a zebra enclosure.
“White with black stripes or black with white stripes?”
An obviously male zebra had his penis extended and engorged.
It was massive, bigger than Calvin’s and blacker too. “Black with white
stripes,” she answered, watching as it approached a female. Calvin laughed.
“Definitely black.” It rose up mounting the female and they both watched
fascinated.
They returned to their room, it was clean and the bed made.
“Hmm,” said Claire. “A little early for dinner.” She bent down behind his chair
and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Any idea how we might kill some time?”
They fucked on the room’s desk chair. It was big enough that
Calvin could slide his hips down on the seat and she could straddle him with
her knees on either side. He squeezed her ass cheeks helping by lifting her up
and down his shaft while she came all over his cock, arms wrapped around his neck,
kissing her black lover with more passion then she’d ever shown her husband. Her
scream of pleasure was muffled by his lips when he filled the fifth condom up.
She was weak and sat impaled on his dick while she regained her strength. It
still hurt, but her womb was getting used to it. He grabbed the base of the
condom as she slowly dismounted. Like all the other times, the act of filling
it up had nearly pulled the black rubber off his shaft and left it dangling
from just the head.
They both showered and dressed for dinner. As Claire turned
Calvin’s wheelchair towards the door, her eyes fell on the remaining condom
packet sitting on a pillow awaiting their return.
One to go.