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Click here-Yeah, he choked out, digging his fingers into my hips, pulling me even tighter against him.
Feeling just the brush of his throbbing cock against me, I squirmed, wriggled, writhed, trying to get him closer, trying to entice him to take me.
Slipping his hands off my hips, he slid his fingers along my swollen, slick lips, spreading me open, letting his dark, velvety skin rub on the electrified nub of my clit.
I lost it. The canyon echoed my screams of pleasure as my nipples throbbed and back arched. My pussy juice geysered out of me, splashing everywhere, the warm, slippery stream spraying all over his chest, his stomach, drenching his cock, soaking his balls, and seeping into the grass beneath us.
The sight of me cumming, the feel of my orgasm rippling across my skin and caressing his length, the feel of that hot, wet juice splashing and splattering on his skin, all made his body clench in desire, and his cum coat me, arcs and ribbons of it spiraling over my chin, neck, breasts, stomach. Pulses of it pooled on my tummy, the last few tendrils adorning my slippery lips and trembling clit.
Leaning over, he grasped my shoulders, pulling me upright and cradling me in his arms. The feel of his cock against my sensitized clit made me muffle another scream as my body throbbed and gushed more juice. Shaking, sweaty, cream coated, I nestled into Trey's shoulder, sobbing for breath as my body shimmered in pleasure. Our combined juices smeared our lengths, but we didn't care, both of us recovering from the intensely intimate interlude we'd just had out under the stars.
Digging my fingers into his back, I fought the need to hold him there with me forever, knowing in my mind that we had a handful of hours left, but in my heart unwilling to give him up for even a second. Sliding our fingertips along each others bodies, soothing now rather than arousing, we cuddled like that for untold moments, heads buried in each others necks, both of us struggling to stretch this moment into eternity.
Finally we separated, dressed, and headed back inside, touching intimately the entire time, kissing and cuddling. Silently we closed and locked the door, and turned down the hall. By the time we got to the guest room, tears were pouring down my cheeks. Trey held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring meaningless sounds into my ear. I quietly sobbed against his neck until I finally regained some control, then with a quick hug and the sweetest of kisses, I left him standing at his door and slipped back into my own bedroom. Undressing in the dark, I physically lay next to my husband but my mind and heart were a few feet away, curled up in the arms of my lover, where I so desperately wished to be.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 18 years ago...to see that you are still pissing off the racist scum! Here in London (the real one in England, not the any of copies in Arkansas, Kentucky, Ohio, Texas or Ontario) we are a multicultural society and the great majority of white parents accept that our daughters are being taken and impregnated by black boys (if they are pretty and sexy enough to attract a black lad, as mine was). It's about time that white Americans learned to accept the inevitable.
Anonymousabout 18 years agoThat's why I like black men - they just don't shove it in, then turn over and go to sleep. Great story!!!
Anonymousover 18 years agoLike the story (not the N*** comments! How ignorant can some people actually be???)
Though, I cannot understand staying married to a person you do not love, whether you have a new love or not. Maybe she needed the lover to help her realize what she and her husband had lost over the years. If so, then either try to get it back (ain't gonna happen, now is it?), or move on. A divorce would be a logical step, but who can guess in a story like this???
Thanks for the story, so far.
Anonymousover 18 years agoAll you can talk about CC is slavery. That was over a long time ago give it up! You're just up set that white women are the receivers of all the cocks, white or black. This story is typical, big black cock, slave white woman and dumbass white husband. God sake. Every nation was a slave to another one some time in hisrtory. You just think it's cool that a black guy wrote a story about fucking a white woman and getting laid as she cheated on her husband. You wouldn't laugh if you saw all the pain there people have by cheating and then being shared before being caught! And the babies that these women have are fatherless since we all know these black men want nothing to do with babies. It pissed me off that a black bitch has anythinng to say about this story anyway. Black women should be really pissed off about the "brothers' hitting on whites and letting their own women along. But then, maybe I guess that would mean whites are still better than black women.
BUICK GSover 18 years agoTOO BAD YOU COULDN'T SPELL YOUR NAME AS YOU SURE PROVED THAT YOU CAN SPELL N++++R WORD REAL WELL. IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHITE WOMEN SLEEPING WITH, MATING, FUCKING, HAVING SEX, SCREWING, DO IT WITH, HUMPING, AND ANYOTHER SLANG I MISSED OUT, FORGOT OR HAVE NOT HEARD OF, WHY WOULD YOU READ SHIT THAT WILL PISS YOU OFF? IT SPEAKS FOR YOUR MATURITY, AS THIS SITE IS FOR ADULTS! AND ADULTS KNOW WHAT THEY LIKE AND DON'T LIKE. THUS DON'T READ THINGS TO PISS THEMSELVES OFF. PEOPLE CHEAT EVERYDAY FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE AND RACE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT IN ANYWAY AS SKIN COLOR WON'T STOP GENITALS FROM BECOMING ONE, AND BODILY FLUIDS BEING EXCHANGED. BY THE WAY WHITE MEN STARTED THIS INTERRACIAL DATING RAPING BLACK WOMEN DURING SLAVERY! OR DO YOU CONDONE THAT BEHAVIOR? THAT WAS A REAL AND SAD CHAPTER IN AMERICAN HISTORY. REMEMBER THAT AS YOU SCREAM AND HOLLER ABOUT A MADE UP SERIES OF STORIES. NOTICE I USED MY NAME NOT ANONYMOUS I DON'HAVE HIDE.
