Monday, August 24, 2020
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Dying to Fuck Your Wife update
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.
Monday, August 10, 2020
Dying to Fuck Your Wife Update
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.