Here's an early update since I'm on vacation next week. Just a little more and I'll be finished.
I have a friend named Calvin, who is short and muscular. He's white, but otherwise Calvin is based on him.
Some of this story is based on a sad reality. Back in the spring my wife and I did attend a retirement party for a good friend and classmate dying of cancer. Like in the beginning, the sad event was like a mini high school reunion and a lot of fun. This idea came to me afterwards. I planned on it being more about the dying friend pleading with the husband for a night with his wife, hence the title. That would have been as good, but I took this story and the story took me in a slightly different direction. The idea to have Calvin suffering from personality changes came to me during the writing and wasn't in my original plan.
The plan for this story was to keep it simple and short. Indeed, I was going to do a series of stories and call them Stormbringer Shorts, featuring characters from different series in stories kept under 20 pages. Dying To Fuck Your Wife is currently 98 pages. I may still try to do some Stormbringer Shorts.
They picked a restaurant within walking distance. Both were
starving from the strenuous workouts and had only eaten a light lunch at the
zoo’s cafeteria. They enjoyed a leisurely dinner. Calvin ordered a bottle of
wine which Claire found particularly delicious and she found herself growing
tipsy as dinner progressed. “To Claire Casey,” he toasted, holding his glass
up. “Thanks for this wonderful weekend.”
She clinked his glass. “Thompson,” she corrected. “And you're
welcome. It has been quite… pleasurable.”
“Speaking of Tommy,” he asked, refilling her glass. “Any
regrets?”
“To be honest,” she answered, pausing to think. “No. Any
guilt I had appears to have disappeared…” She leaned closer to him, whispering,
“the moment you buried the Big C in me. Haven’t even thought about him until
you used my maiden name just now.”
He smirked at her words, clearly pleased. “Well, one to go.”
“One to go,” she agreed. “Shall we go then?” Claire drained
her wine, feeling pleasantly drunk.
“Let’s roll,” said Calvin, backing his wheelchair away from
the table.
Claire came around and grabbed the bars, pushing him
outside. They were at an intersection, their motel further down the street.
Across the street was a drug store. There’d be more condoms there. Her head
turned to stare at the store as she pushed Calvin down the sidewalk. “Care if I
smoke a joint first?” he asked as she pushed him up to the door.
“Of course not,” she replied, unlocking the door. Claire
frowned, pushing the door open. “You’re not thinking about fucking me doggy
style again?”
“I’d love to, but no, it’s just to numb the daily pain.”
“Good, because that hurt you too much.” Claire felt her
pussy moistening as she pictured him fucking her from behind. If he’d insisted,
she wouldn’t have turned him down, despite knowing how much it pained him.
Calvin pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it. Claire
came outside a few minutes later wearing her bikini. She’d worn it as
underwear, hoping to take a swim in the hotel pool, but it closed at 7:00 pm
and dinner had taken too long. “Want a hit?” he asked.
Claire stared at it, shrugged, and reached out for the
joint. She inhaled and held it, slowly exhaling when she handed it back. “Been
awhile,” she said, coughing. “Whew,” she sighed, shaking her head. He handed it
back and she took a second hit but turned down a third. “Wow, I’m feeling it.”
“I swear this medicinal shit is better than anything bought
on the street.” He inhaled, finishing it off. “Works great though. For a short
time, my bones won’t hurt, well not as bad.”
Claire purred and kneeled on the sidewalk. She ran her hands
from his knees up to his thighs. “Well, there’s only one bone I care about
right now,” she licked her lips. “I could pull out and suck your big cock right
here,” she said, running one hand over his growing bulge.
“Hmm, I think I like stoned Claire.” He looked down the row
of hotel doors, seemingly considering it. “Better head inside.”
Claire pouted, sticking out her lower lip. She knew better
than to push herself up off his knees. She placed her hands on the sidewalk and
pushed herself up. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his head, kissing
her on the bellybutton, lowering his head to kiss her panty over the pubic
mound. “Mmm, I could fuck you right here too,” she moaned.
“Inside woman,” he ordered, spanking her as she scrambled
around to grab the handlebars.
“CALVIN!” Claire squealed, stopping to grab her bikini
bottom as it fell to the sidewalk. She bent to grab it, Calvin reaching over to
pull the tie around her neck as she grabbed her panty. “CALVIN!” she squealed
again, laughing as her bikini cups fell off her breasts while clutching the
panty to her crotch. She looked down the row of doors, but there was no one
around. Calvin wheeled into the room towards the bed. Claire scrambled into the
room, tossing her bikini down on the floor, closing the door naked.
“How do you want our last time to be?” he asked, swinging
himself over to the bed. Despite the marijuana, he still winced slightly from
the brief pressure on his bones.
“You decide, so long as it lasts a long time.”
Calvin nodded. “You on top then. I want to look at you
fucking me.” He laid down, his semi-hard cock laying over his thigh.
Claire climbed onto the other side of the bed. She leaned
down, licking up his shaft. It immediately swelled hardening, lifting off his
thigh as it rose. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking. Calvin
groaned and grabbed her thigh, pulling her towards him. Claire complied,
turning and straddling his face while continuing to suck his cock, pausing only
to gasp as his tongue pushed into her pussy. She moaned, sucking his cock
faster and deeper. “Mmmph!” she choked out, as his tongue brought her off. She
paused, kissing his cock head, and reached over for the last condom packet. She
tore it open while pushing her pussy back into Calvin’s tongue. She freed the
condom and rolled it down over the head, laughing at the puny size of the receptacle
for catching his seed. Wanting him inside her for the last time, she swung her
leg over his head and scrambled to turn around. She straddled him again and
slid her pussy up along his shaft, pushing down when she got to the tip.
She whimpered, staring him in the eyes as she pushed back
into his shaft for the last time. Again, her brain wandered to the drug store
at the corner undoubtedly with more boxes of condoms in stock. She pushed back
and slid up, back and up, still staring at her black lover as she took more and
more of his cock inside her. She sank back onto the root and stopped, trembling
as she came, her pussy squeezing his shaft. “I love your cock so much, Calvin,”
she purred, enjoying the waves of sexual satisfaction coursing through her body
from her crotch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, reaching out and laying his
hand on her cheek. She turned her head and kissed his palm. “Your pussy is so
hot.”
“Sex can’t get any better than this,” she purred, grinding
down into it.
“Yes, it can,” he told her.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “I’m intrigued.”
“Pull up.”
Claire slid up, feeling his cock slowly leaving her pussy.
“No,” she argued, sinking back down, her eyes turning up in her head as she
took it in its entirety.
“Pull up.”
She tried again, sinking back down. “No, I want it in me.”
“Pull up, woman,” he said louder, before giving her hip and
playful smack. “Keep the head at the entrance.”
She mewled in protest, but slid up, raising herself off him
until only half the head was inside her. She trembled on the verge of sinking
back down onto his shaft. “More big black cock,” she mewled petulantly.
“Reach down and feel my shaft,” he ordered.
“Yes,” she moaned, leaning on one hand as her other reached
down, fingertips lightly running down his cock. “So big.”
“Feel the base of the rubber.”
Claire ran her fingers down the latex coating upper cock,
tips pausing at the base of the condom. “Mmm,” she moaned.
“Roll it up.”
“But?”
“Roll it up,” he ordered again.
Her fingers pinched the base of the rubber and started
pulling it up towards the head. “But I want to keep fucking?” she complained,
but she kept pulling, whimpering with frustration as it reached the crown. She
kept going until it rolled off completely.
“Show me.”
Claire’s face looked pouty as she raised her hand and showed
him the now wasted rubber in her hand.
“Now toss it away,” said Calvin, smirking as she glanced
down longingly at the final condom and tossed it on the carpet. “Good girl. Now
reach down for my cock again.”
Claire reached between them. His cock had fallen against his
stomach. She reached the head and lifted it, running her fingers down the bare
shaft. She moaned softly.
“Lift it back up to the entrance of that hot pussy.”
“Mmmm, not a good idea,” she purred, raising the shaft back
up between her pussy lips. “Can’t risk…AAHH!!” she cried as Calvin bucked his
hips and his cock head pushed her labia inwards until it spread apart and
engulfed the huge head. “Oh god, Calvin!”
“You want this cock?” he asked, working the end of his cock
in and out of the entrance to her pussy.
“I want your cock,” she answered, pushing back into his
shaft, trembling from an orgasm as she sat down in his lap. His tongue
flickered over one of her distended nipples, prolonging the orgasm. Claire sat
still panting as she recovered before she began riding his cock. “You can’t cum
in me,” she reminded him.
“You’re on top,” he answered, giving her another smack on
the hip.
“YES,” she moaned. “You were right. This is better.” Claire
didn’t know if it was because of the wine or the pot, but having him inside her
bareback was enhancing her pleasure fivefold. Having his unprotected cock
inside her just felt right. “Fuck me. Fuck me Calvin. I want to fuck this cock
forever. I want to keep fucking this cock.” She sank back down to the root,
leaning down to kiss him. They kissed passionately, both moaning and teasing
tongues. She broke the kiss, pecking him on the nose. “In the morning, I’m
going to run out and buy more condoms so we can keep fucking.”
“This cock is yours as long as you want it, Claire,” he said
grabbing her ass and raising her so that he could buck his hips, thrusting his
cock in and out of her.
“I’ll always want it,” she said, aiding him, by bouncing in
his lap. “OHMYGOD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD!” She started moving faster, feeling a big
orgasm growing in her womb every time, the head of his cock pushed into it.
“Gonna cum,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “Gonna cum.”
“Yeah, I’m getting’ close,” he told her.
“YYEESS!!” Her pleasure intensifying. “Not yet. Let me cum
first. Gonna cum.
“So am I,” he warned, bucking his hips faster.
“AAHH!” she screamed, the impending orgasm growing again,
but still not breaking. “Not in me. Gotta cum first.” She fucked him harder and
faster, knowing it was risky, but she needed to cum so bad. She wasn’t sure she
had the strength to get off his cock anymore. “Noo,” she whimpered, fucking him
harder. “I need it. Why can’t I cum?”
“You want my seed,” he growled before bellowing, “GONNA
CUM.”
“Gonna cum,” she answered, bouncing faster “Gonna cum.” She
felt his cock swelling. “Gonna cum in me. Cum in me. CUM IN ME!”
And he did.
Claire screamed.
Her pussy went crazy cumming all over his spurting cock. Her
egg didn’t stand a chance as billions of sperm were sucked up towards it. And
her pussy wanted even more. Her pussy muscles squeezed down around his shaft,
her contractions milking wad after wad of his ejaculate from his cock.
Claire screamed, her body quaking from all the pleasure.
“Fuck Claire, I love you,” growled Calvin, his cock still
bucking, shooting the last of his load into her fertile womb.
“YYYEEESSS!” she yelled, feeling her orgasm growing in
strength as he confessed his love. Her nipples were pulling out the ends of her
breasts. Her eyes were rolling up in the back of her head. Her pussy was
expanding around his cock only to squeeze his shaft tightly and expand again.
All her strength drained away and she fell on her lover, her breasts nearly
smothering him. She nearly passed out, but still, her body shuddered as she experienced
another half dozen orgasms.
Claire experienced every square centimeter of his cock. She
felt it’s orgasmic hardness go soft and deflate. It shrank down inside her but
continued plugging his voluminous load inside her fertile pussy. She knew she
should jump up and race to get his seed out of her, but she didn’t have the
strength. It was fifteen minutes before she finally raised her head, looking
dazed as she stared down at him. “The big one,” she said, understanding now.
“Yep,” he agreed.
It still took Claire another five minutes to recover and
push off Calvin, releasing a torrent of semen onto his crotch. She tried
cupping her hands under her pussy as she waddled to the bathroom and sat on the
toilet trying to force as much of his seed out as possible. Claire showered,
cleaning her crotch area as well as she could. Claire dried herself off with a
towel and walked back out into the room naked. “You shouldn’t have cum in me,”
she complained.
He snorted. “I couldn’t hold off any longer and it didn’t
look like you were about to jump off anytime soon.” He grinned at her. Calvin
was laying on his back, arms behind his head with a smug look on his face.
“Besides you begged me to.”
“I lost control.” Claire looked confused, her brow furrowed
as she remembered her desperation and frustration as she rode his bare cock.
“Something was holding my orgasm back. I couldn’t cum.”
“Your body knew what it wanted even if your mind didn’t.”
“What was that?”
“It wanted my seed.”
“No,” she disagreed, then seemed to think about it. “No,”
she said again, but still seemed to consider the idea that biologically, her
body wanted Calvin’s sperm. “That can’t happen again,” she told him.
“Again? That was the last condom.” He sat up, reaching for
his wheelchair.
“I want to keep fucking you,” she stated, coming around and
helping him swing over into the chair. His crotch was still a mess and he
needed to shower it off. “I’m going to run over to the drug store in the
morning and buy more condoms. We can’t have that happen again.”
“Sure, but if you’re that worried, there’s a good chance the
chemo left me sterile.”
Claire froze a second, grasping at the straw he’d just
presented her. She’d never heard chemo could cause sterility, but it certainly
made sense. “God, I hope so.” She pushed him into the bathroom. “Still, I’ll
run over and get another six-pack tomorrow morning. You can stay in bed and get
that big beautiful black cock ready for me.”
“Will do,” he replied. “And skip the six-pack, buy in bulk.”
**********
Claire was still worried Calvin had impregnated her and had
trouble sleeping. Calvin was behind her, on his side, spooning her. She could
feel his cock pressed between them. She’d searched the internet on her phone
and found that chemo could indeed cause infertility in men, but it depended on
the drug used and she didn’t know what drugs were in his treatment plan. Her
other concern was that Calvin’s seed just plain tasted rich. Comparing Tom’s
ejaculate and Calvin’s seed, she would have picked Tom out as the one with weak
sperm. She sighed, closed her eyes, and finally fell asleep.
She woke up fast to a burst of pleasure-pain erupting from
her nipple. Calvin pinched it again. Both her nipples were rock hard and her
thighs were wet. He must have been working on her for a while as she slept. His
hand slid down her side and over her hip. Calvin lifted her leg and guided his
huge cock between her thighs. “Calvin?”
“Sssh,” he whispered, the head of his cock pushing inside
her.
“Calvin?” she said, sucking her lower lip in to stifle a
moan. She was rotating her pussy around the head of his cock, trying to coat it
with her arousal. “Oh god, just pull out before you cum. AAAHH!” She came again
as he shoved his cock halfway in.
“You like that, slut?” he whispered. “You hooked on black
dick now, bitch.”
“Unh,” she gasped, pushing back into his cock to take him
deeper. “Oh god,” she moaned, realizing that asshole Calvin was back. “Just
don’t cum in me.”
He snorted, pulling his cock out and she whimpered as it
exited her pussy. He pulled her over on
her back and climbed over her body. “Open up, slut.” Claire immediately spread
her legs for him. “Now guide that black cock home,” he demanded.
Claire reached down, whimpering again when she felt his
slick shaft and guided the head back to the entrance to her pussy. “Oh god,
fuck me, Calvin. Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you with what, slut?” he asked, working his cock head
around just inside her pussy.
“With your black cock,” she cried, wrapping her legs around
his ass and trying to pull him in. “Fuck me with your big black cock.”
“Told ya this pussy was built for black dick.” He pushed in
and started seesawing his cock in and out of her pussy. “Better than Tom’s
little prick, ain't it?”
“Yes, so much better,” she moaned, feeling guilty and not
understanding why she found being fucked by asshole Calvin so hot.
“Bet you wished you’d fucked me back in high school?”
“God yes, Calvin. I’d have fucked this big cock every day.”
She squeezed her legs tight, using them to lift her ass off the bed into the
thrusts of Calvin’s cock, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her.
“You is a bigger slut then Mrs. Barnes,” he growled,
chuckling.
“Yes,” she squealed, “I’m a bigger slut. Your slut. Fuck
your slut. Fuck me harder.” She gasped as his cock slammed into her faster then
she could keep up humping it back. She relaxed and let him do all the work. He
hunched over so that he could suck one nipple between his lips, pulling the
hard nub out and gently biting it. “Best cock ever. Best cock ever,” she gasped
over and over until she came again. “Oh god, cumming so hard.”
“You gonna cum harder when I fill that pussy again.”
“Unh! No, please pull out,” she begged even as her body
began to respond to the threat of being inseminated again. Even before her last
orgasm had subsided a bigger one, THE big one began building again. Her body
started reacting again, lifting up into his cock faster, trying to drain his
balls.
“I can’t knock up that white pussy if I pull out.”
“OH GOD!”
“Tell me you want it cause I’m about to fill that pretty
pink cunt.”
“I want it,” she whimpered. “I want your seed.” Please pull
out, she thought even as she craved another big orgasm. Please pull out. Please
be sterile. Give me your sperm. Knock me up.
“Here it cums, slut,” he bellowed, slamming his cock deep
and filling her pussy with a huge eruption of sperm. “Here’s a black baby for
ya.”
Claire screamed, her body going crazy, humping up into his
cock as her pussy milked his black shaft for every drop of sperm it could get.
She shuddered and blacked out, her legs releasing their vice-like grip around
his ass. She wasn’t out long. When she came to, his cock was still jerking and
squirting little jets of semen into her. “That was wonderful,” she moaned,
reaching out for his bald head and pulling him in for a kiss.
Calvin kissed back, grinding his cock into her. His powerful
arms were trembling holding himself above her. Finally, he pulled out and
rolled over on his back, gasping for air. Claire smiled. She’d never felt this
contented in her life. Her eyes widened as she realized to her horror, that not
only had he cum inside her again, but she was staring down her body and her
feet were on the mattress lifting her hips off the bed, subconsciously trying
to keep his seed inside her. “Oops,” she said, scooting off the bed.
“Where you going, slut?” he asked, seemingly half asleep.
“To clean up.” She hunched over trying to hold his seed
inside her until she got to the toilet.
“Clean my cock off first,” he ordered, lifting his spent
cock and shaking it.
“But… I need to…”
“Now, cocksucker.”
Claire leaped to obey, crawling between his legs and opening
her mouth to take the head of his cock inside. The shaft was covered in threads
of semen and sticky with both their orgasms. She started sucking, finding it
hard to clean the floppy cock, but even as she worried how she’d get it in her
mouth, it started firming up. She sucked inch after inch down her throat and
soon she was moaning as she lustfully sucked his hard cock. She looked up at
him lovingly as she began worshipping his cock with her mouth, but Calvin’s
eyes were closed and he just seemed to be enjoying it. She hadn’t tasted his
semen in a while and her belly growled with desire. She moaned sucking his cock.
His crotch stank, but it was a masculine smell and she made sure to inhale
through her nose each time she pushed down into his cock. Fifteen minutes of
this and he grunted, reaching down to grab her hair as he thrust his cock up
and began filling her belly with sperm. She forced her head up, running her
tongue along the underside of his shaft until his cock head exited into her
mouth and began filling it with his delicious semen. Semen this thick can’t be
sterile, she worried again but praying she was wrong.
She gave his cock a final kiss, wiped the back on her hand
across her mouth, and got off the bed. She hunched over, holding one hand
between her legs. She wasn’t leaking as much semen as she would have thought.
Some had spilled onto the bed, but it looked like her body had mostly absorbed
his seed during the long blow job.
“Claire?” he called, still keeping his eyes closed.
“Yes?” she paused at the entrance to the bathroom.
“You’re a great cocksucker and a great fuck.”
“Thank you… master,” she answered.
His lips curled up, pleased with her response. “Bring me an
aspirin when you can, my head is killing me.”
“Of course.”
Claire stepped inside the shower. Her thighs were covered in
sperm, but it had dried and was flaky now. She lathered herself and washed
between her legs, stepping out, and drying herself off. She brushed her teeth
again and filled a plastic cup with water. She had some Advil in her suitcase.
Calvin had been prone to migraines lately and they were turning severe. He was
asleep, but she woke him. He seemed confused at first, but took the pills,
swallowed them, and laid his head back down on the pillow.
She put the cup on the nightstand and slid under the sheets,
cuddling up to him. He was asleep again already. She laid her head on the
pillow, her forehead touching his head, and placed her hand on his chest. It
felt good laying by his side and soon, she joined him in sleep.
**********
Claire had wonderful dreams. Calvin was big and tall with
strong legs, stroking her hair while she gave birth to his son. She smiled down
at her beautiful black baby, cradling him before handing him up to her black
husband. He took his child and looked proudly at the black baby. She sat in his
wheelchair, holding the baby as he wheeled her through the door to his house.
They made love constantly and the last thing she remembered was standing in his
living room and gazing up at the family portrait no longer of his parents and
brother, but she and Calvin with a smiling little boy.
Claire yawned and stretched. The sun was coming in through
the window. Her hand still rested on Calvin’s chest and he was still sleeping.
She ran her hand across the hard muscles on his chest, figuring she’d slip out
of bed, run to the drugstore, buy the biggest pack of condoms they had, come
back and he’d wake up to her rolling a condom down over the head of his cock.
But, as she ran her hand down over his hard stomach, she encountered his hard
cock head. She squeezed it. Her black stud had a morning stiffy! She pushed the
sheet down, lifting his cock and holding it up, staring at it in all its glory.
Calvin woke to Claire sucking his cock. “I love waking to you
doing that,” he groaned.
Claire glanced up. His cock was good and wet now. She
released it, kissing up his chest, sitting up and sliding her pussy along his
shaft, pausing only to reach down and guide the head between her legs.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he groaned as she sank
onto his cock.
“Mmm, me neither, but I need this big cock in me,” she
purred, shuddering and whimpering as she sank in his lap, cumming all over his
cock.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he moaned, reaching out and grabbing
her breasts.
“Thank you,” she said, starting to ride his cock. He was
staring at her in awe. “Fuck me, Calvin.”
“God yeah,” he cried, grabbing her hips and bucking his cock
up into her. “That’s what I’m talking about.” They both grunted for ten
minutes, Calvin bucking his hips up as Claire slammed down into his shaft.
“Your pussy feels amazing,” he groaned.
“Your big black cock fills me up so good, stud.”
“FUCK! GONNA CUM!” He grabbed her hips and pulled her down
on his cock as the first spurt exploded into her womb.
“OHMYGOD!” she screamed, throwing her head back as her
insemination triggered another one of the big orgasms. She ground into his
crotch, feeling her pussy milking his cock of every drop of seed. The third
time hooked her. There would be no more condoms. She needed to feel his cock
erupting inside her every time they fucked. She wanted to orgasm around his
spurting cock as much as possible. “Oh god! Seed my pussy,” she cried, falling on
him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling his lips against hers.
“That was okay?” he asked, looking worried after she broke
the kiss.
“You were amazing.” She bent down and kissed him on the
forehead.
He sighed. “Good.” He hesitated before speaking again. “You
were my first.”
“What?” She looked at him confused.
“Oh god,” he said, looking alarmed. “I shouldn’t have cum
inside you. I hope you’re safe.”
“It’s fine.”
He relaxed, smiling at her. “This was the best weekend of my
life,” he told her. “Can we do this again?”
“Keep fucking me that good and you’re gonna have trouble
keeping me off that big black cock.”
“Dayumn! Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said
happily. “I can’t believe Claire Casey went to prom with me. I was hoping this
was what you had in mind when you suggested getting a room after prom.” He ran
his hands down her arms, staring at her breasts. His hands moved to her large
tits caressing the outsides and running his thumbs over her nipples.
She frowned. “We need to get going,” she told him,
concerned.
He nodded. “Claire?”
“Yes?”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he declared.
“Make what up?”
“Give you the prom you deserve. Just keep that pretty pink
dress and as soon as my legs are better… well, I’m gonna take you dancing all
night. Well, not all night,” he added with a wink, pinching her nipples.
Claire fought back the tears. She faked a smile. “I look
forward to it,” she told him, slowly lifting up until his giant limp cock fell
out of her. She raced to the bathroom, to clean his sperm out, the tears
bursting from her eyes the second she closed the door.
**********
Calvin talked about the prom and sketched most of the drive
home. She found the conversation astonishing and fascinating. His mind really
seemed to be living in the past. He had total recall of their old classmates,
who went with whom, the dresses their attractive classmates had worn, and the
theme of the prom most of which Claire had completely forgotten. He remembered
Liz’s slutty little black dress and the fact that her quarterback boyfriend had
caught her drunkenly making out with his best friend, the team’s running back,
precipitating an epic breakup. Claire remembered that event well. She also
remembered surrendering her own virginity to Tom that night. It had been
disappointing, but the second time the next morning was a little better.
Along with his amazing recall of an event almost fifteen
years ago, his mind had completely rewritten the night to make her his date.
Tom wasn’t her date; he didn’t even show up to the prom. She’d wheeled the
injured Calvin into the dance, wheeled him around the dance floor, dirty danced
with him, wiggling her ass back into his lap to the cheers of their classmates,
and they’d gotten a prom picture together.
In reality, Tom and she had been the center of attention,
dancing the night away. She barely remembered Calvin being there. Calvin had
gone alone, claimed his date got sick at the last minute, and Tom had joked
that Calvin’s hand was his real date. Claire had agreed to dance with Calvin,
quitting when the song turned slow and Calvin tried to lay his head on her
prodigious bosom. She did remember Calvin and Mrs. Barnes dancing together
once.
Arriving back at Calvin’s house, he presented her with the
picture he’d been drawing. It was a near-perfect colored sketch of a prom
picture. She was smiling, standing beside Calvin in his wheelchair. Her prom
photograph with Tom hung on a wall in their house and she saw it every day.
Calvin’s sketch not only perfectly captured the backdrop of her prom photo, but
her dress and hairstyle from that night as well. Both she and Calvin were their
younger eighteen-year-old selves in his sketch. “It’s beautiful, Calvin.”
“My subject was beautiful,” he replied and she blushed like
a schoolgirl. “Looks like my parents aren’t home,” he said as she wheeled him
into the living room. “Guess Clarence is with them.”
He had to piss, so she wheeled him into the downstairs
bedroom and he took over, pushing the chair into the bathroom. When he came
out, she was lying nude on his bed. She stretched her body. “Well, I figured if
we had the place to ourselves,” she said, sucking her lower lip into her mouth
and giving him a sultry look.
Calvin lifted his hips and slid his pants down over his ass,
bending to pull them down off his legs. His cock was already rising. Claire
stared at it hungrily, her pussy working overtime to lubricate itself in
preparation for that monster. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside
before wheeling his chair closer to the bed. He swung over, his face scrunching
up with pain as he put some pressure on his legs. The pain was enough to shrink
his swelling cock.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it back up,” said Claire, sliding
down the bed and bringing her mouth towards his cock.
“No, wait,” he told her. “I want to try going down on you
first,” he told her sliding back. “It’s only fair since you’ve sucked me off
several times now.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, sliding back on the bed and spreading
her legs. “Who am I to argue?”
Calvin slid between her legs. She was spread open for him
and he stared fascinated at her pussy, like he really was seeing a woman’s
vagina for the first time in the light. “That is one pretty white pussy,” he
muttered, staring at it. “Feel free to give me tips. I want to get good at
this.”
Calvin laid down and gasped as his tongue licked up one
thigh and slid over to the back of her slit, wiggling up towards her clitoris.
He sucked her clit between his lips before he began lapping at her pussy.
Claire softly moaned, lifting her hips into his tongue. He was hesitant at
first but seemed to gain confidence each time his tongue elicited sounds of
pleasure from her. Before long, he was going down on her with as much skill and
self-assurance that he always showed eating her pussy. Claire cried out,
sitting up and pulling his head into her crotch as she came all over his tongue.
He lapped her arousal up, his tongue moving faster until she finally released
his head and fell back down hard on the mattress, sighing contentedly. “You’re
a natural,” she moaned.
Calvin gave her wet pussy and kiss and slowly started moving
his lips and tongue up her body. He licked around her pubes, over the slight
bulge beneath her navel, kissing and sliding his tongue into her bellybutton.
Claire found her arousal growing again as he crawled on top of her. His cock
head probed at the entrance to her pussy, entering her. He pushed it halfway
in, working it in and out as his lips and tongue found her nipples, licking and
sucking her sensitive nubs. Claire’s hips started humping up into the thrusts
of his cock in desperation, trying to get him deeper. He kissed each nipple
before arching his back and pushing his cock deep. Claire shuddered, cumming
like she always did when she took his entire cock.
He straightened out so that he could kiss her while
continuing to slowly work his cock. Claire wrapped her legs around his back,
humping up into him, a part of her wanting him to fuck her harder and faster,
but still enjoying his slow consistent pace. He wasn’t fucking her, he was
making love to her, making their joining last, and the longer it went, the more
Claire found herself writhing and moaning beneath him. She gasped, cried,
mewled with pleasure as his cock brought her off again and again. He paced
himself, holding himself up with his cock buried deep, breathing heavily until
his need to cum subsided, then he’d began fucking her again. Twice, he pulled
it out, gasping for air, and she found herself staring down between their
bodies at the glistening monster, the head so swollen it looked like it was
about to burst. He moved back and bent it down, back to the entrance of her
pussy and shoved it deep, her pussy squeezing his shaft as she came yet again.
He kissed her lips, her cheeks, neck, chest, licking, and sucking her nipples
into his mouth triggering more orgasms or increasing the intensity of her current
orgasm. He groaned loudly. “Oh god, Claire!”
“Do it,” she begged in his ear, the waves of intensity
growing in her body as it anticipated her insemination. “Fill me up, lover.”
“Oh god, Claire!” He began working his cock faster as he
lost control. Claire squealed beneath him, her body trembling around the
repeated thrusts of his big black cock. “Oh god!” Calvin thrust deep, arching
his back. “OHGOD! UNNHHH! I LOVE YOU!” Calvin’s cock unleashed its first load
into her womb. “UUNNHH!”
Claire screamed.
The pulsating in her womb had her head spinning, and her
pussy erupted like a volcano around his spurting cock releasing a tsunami of
sperm clashing with her own orgasmic tidal wave. Her nipples pulled out, so
large and distended, they began to hurt, just as Calvin’s large black hand
covered one breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Claire cried out.
To her, it felt like her vagina was both squeezing his shaft
and relaxing around it at the same time. Her body trembled uncontrollably. The
giant explosion was radiating out from her bellybutton with most of the intense
quakes moving down to her clitoris. The slow intercourse must have primed
Calvin’s cock, building up the pressure in his balls for each spray of his
seed, felt more powerful, more intense, and the bursts of cum seemed to go on
forever, each one lifting her orgasm to new heights. His voice echoed in her
head, “I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” over and over. The waves of heat coming from
her bellybutton turned into waves of calm, her tense body relaxed, her legs
ceased clenching his ass, and she collapsed down on the bed, unable to move,
think, or speak. Her entire body became a limp noodle except for her vagina
which maintained a vice-like grip around his shaft, seemingly trying to hold
him inside her forever.
“Wow,” she finally gasped.
“Wow,” he agreed, his powerful arms were trembling, holding
himself from falling on her. He lowered himself and kissed her so passionately,
her exhausted body began to desire him again, but he was spent despite his cock
still being kept rock hard grasped between her vaginal muscles. He slowly
pulled it out. The second his cock was free, it leaped up and sent a final wad
of semen that spattered on Claire from her chest down to her stomach. They both
looked down at his cock and laughed. The head began to dribble cum that quickly
filled her bellybutton, overflowing out in a growing white pool.
Calvin fell on his side and sighed. His breathing was heavy.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Claire braced her feet up and lifted her
hips, holding his semen inside her to keep it from leaking all over his sheets.
The pool around her navel began running up her body, a trickle flowing between
her breasts. She reached down and began rubbing it into her skin and over her
breasts.
“You didn’t say it back.”
“Oh,” she said.
“Claire,” he said, reaching over to grab her arm. “It’s
okay, you don’t have to say it back. I just don’t want to scare you off, but I
do love you and it’s not from the sex. I knew it the first time I saw you. When
Mrs. Barnes introduced me as the new student, the only other classmate I could
see in the room was you. Your beauty outshined everyone else. I asked about you
and got so jealous when I found out you were dating Tommy Thompson, but of
course, you were. You were a cheerleader and he was quarterback, handsome,
popular, and tall.”
“Oh Calvin,” she said, reaching over and clasping the hand
on her arm. “You’re handsome and popular.”
“Plus, he was white and a total douche teasing me about my
height. The only thing I had on him was the Big C down there. I felt like a
jerk, but I used to walk around the locker room with a semi-erection just to
make him feel inferior. He quit teasing me about my height when I suggested we
see who was taller lying down.”
“You’re a lot taller,” she said, squeezing his hand.
“His loss is my gain,” said Calvin, his brow furrowing in
concentration. “I just don’t want to rush you. You’ll say it when you're
ready.” His hand came up to rub his forehead. “We’re good?”
“We’re great,” she replied, giving his hand another squeeze.
“Are you okay?”
“No, I just got this horrible headache.”
“Let me clean up and I’ll get you some Advil.” Claire hopped
out of bed, bending over to cup her hands under her pussy while she waddled to
his bathroom. She squatted over his toilet for a good ten minutes trying to
drain as much seed as she could while rubbing the semen that had leaked into
her palms on the semen she’d already rubbed into her skin and breasts. She
never understood why she liked rubbing his semen into her body, but she did and
she swore her skin looked healthier.
She brought him a cup of water and some pills before taking
her shower. He swallowed them before laying back on the pillow, eyes shut as if
the light were bothering him. She understood, she’d had migraines before.
Claire went back to the bathroom and showered, afterward putting her bikini on.
Her pussy would be dribbling semen for hours and she didn’t want to drip any on
the carpet. Otherwise, she would have stayed naked. When she returned to his
bedroom, Calvin was out cold.