From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Feb 10 19:51:27 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AFRODITE
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 11 Feb 1997 00:51:27 GMT


                                  Afrodite

    I was kind of beat from repairing the dock and it was as good a
time as
any to take a break.  With some beer, I canoed to Rock Island.  Few
people
bother with it, so I enjoy going there for the privacy.  I got out of
my
clothes and into the water.  Refreshed, I laid on my towel in the shade
of a
tree, and drank a cool can of beer.  Secure in my privacy, I dozed off.
    "You are beautiful."  The softly spoken words broke the tranquility
of
my nap.  Startled, I opened my eyes, blinking while they focused.  In
front
of me stood an exceedingly ripe girl, as young and naked as I.  The
large
brown eyes and sexy pouting lips could melt the hearts of men.  Her
abundant
breasts were prominent projectiles, high on her chest in defiance of
gravity,
capped with outrageously puffy areolas.  A tiny round tummy gently
flared to
narrow hips and deliciously thick, meaty muscular, high buns on endless
legs.
Could this delightful 34D-22-34 package be real or but a cruel dream?
    Now, I've been called handsome but, no one ever said I was
beautiful
before.  I wanted to say something clever, but was speechless, to say
the
least.  Breaking my trance, she seated herself on the beach towel
cross-
legged facing me and asked for a beer.  Nodding, I opened two cans. 
Her
creamy smooth skin was flushed from the heat, glistening with moisture.
Beads of perspiration slowly rolled between her ample breasts to the
lovely
pink quim, slightly gaping by the way she sat.  My manhood, denying my
efforts to remain casual, began to show off.  "Mmmmm! I think your body
likes me," she giggled. "I'm glad.  You have... sooo much... to like."
    While biting her lower lip, she slid the cold can of beer up and
down her
gash, quietly muttering how nice it felt.   Her belly spasmed, gently
heaving
her luscious chest.  Long nipples, as thick as my thumb, quickly grew
from the
jumbo puffy areolas, as did my manhood at the sight.  She leaned
forward and
left a cold wet kiss on my love knob, electrifying my nuts.  I reached
out to
her but she was on her feet in an instant.
    "I must go."  Her dimpled ass wiggling, she dashed to her canoe.
"Wait!"
I called.  She blew me a kiss then paddled off without a word. My
semi-erect
cock swayed heavily as I watched, disappointed, the canoe disappear.
    A week passed, filled only with sweet dreams of the pleasures we
didn't
share.  Then early one evening as I strolled on the dock, I saw a light
on
Rock Island, a small fire winking.  In a flash, I was in my canoe
paddling.
    I arrived at Rock Island, tied up, and almost ran up the rock.  She
was
there, adding twigs and dry grass to a cozy fire.  The fire had been
cleverly
built in a hollow of the rock.  It could only be seen from my
direction.  She
wore a loose white silk shirt and shorts, and looked as magnificent as
she had
that other afternoon.
    "Hi," I said.  "I've  been looking for you."
    "I know.  Come sit," she said, patting a space on the rock. "I
brought
some things and can stay awhile."  Behind her was a blanket, picnic
basket,
bottle of wine and two glasses standing in the shade.
    We sat close to each other and talked for a while, though each time
I
tried to ask about her, her name, where she was staying, she would
change
the subject.  "All these questions!  Come, let us eat and drink."
    With that, she got up with a graceful fluid motion and walked to
the
blanket.  She handed me the wine bottle and corkscrew.  It was my
favorite,
like she knew.  I opened the bottle, poured, then touched glasses.  "To
us,
and the moment" she murmured. I sat with my back against the tree, and
she
slid over and leaned her back against my raised knees, half facing me.
    I reached for her chin and drew her to me.  This time she didn't
draw
away, but brought her face to mine with softly parted lips.  I traced
her
lips with my tongue, then gently explored her mouth.  I sucked her
tongue
ever so gently, and she moaned softly.  My left hand played with her
soft,
long hair, following it down to her right breast.  She began to hum
again.
    I opened the buttons of her blouse, and she took my hand in hers
and
pressed it firmly under her shirt.  I gently cupped and caressed a
luscious
breast, then kneeded the jewel that crowned it.  Tonguing the
incredibly
puffy areolas, they quickly transformed into exceedingly thick long
nipples
far better suited to nursing lovers than babies.  Purring, she undid my
pants, her fingers caressing my manhood.  "So," she said, "we are as we
were
when we first met." This time it was I who murmured, "You are
beautiful!"
    "It's nice that your body likes mine so much.  I've never seen one
so
big."  My manhood curved proudly upward, saluting her beauty, no small
task
considering its prodigious proportions.  Fondling my nuts, each filling
a
hand, her big eyes looked into mine as she cooed "you must be blessed."
    If the truth be known, I thought it more a handicap than a
blessing.  Most
of the girls I've known found it more uncomfortable than pleasant,
their lust
for size not equal to their capacity.  Drawing her to me, the hard tips
of her
nipples drilled into my chest as my spear eased past her quim and
puckered anal
rosebud. Nestled in the cleft of her derriere, she clamped her buns
tightly
around my stiff limb and her hands grasped my buns and pulled hard,
grinding
my groin against her copious clit.
    Sinking down on the blanket, I blew gently on her lovely quim, her
clit
quivered and breasts heaved with excitement, purring.  Her hands
grasped my
head and drew it between her parted thighs.  Burying my face in the
soft
love lips, I probed the hidden treasures with my tongue.  I was
intoxicated
with the perfume of her arousal.  Her back arched, writhing and
whimpering,
I drank of the nectar of the gods.
    Her skin was glowing, radiant.  Her fingers gently traced the
length of
my manhood from the rubbery knob along the thickly veined shaft to my
balls.
Taking one nut in each hand, she fondled the goose egg size nuts and
cooed
"bet these could pleasure a harem without running dry." She played with
me,
touching, stroking and squeezing.  She drew her tongue along the
underside
of my spear then deeply probed the opening with her tongue.  Several
times
she brought me to the brink, but never over. My sack was swollen taught
with
excitement, crying for release, and she knew it.  In a whisper, almost
childlike, she said "I think I'd like you inside me now."
    "Oh, yes?" I teased, playfully.
    "Don't tease!" She pleaded.  "Fill me with your magnificence. 
Anoint me
with your seed."
    Giving me no time to reflect on her odd words, she quickly
straddled me.
Guiding my weapon with her hand, she parted the moist lips to her
tunnel of
love with the bloated knob.  With amazing ease, the tiny pink passage
to her
soul blossomed, quickly gobbling the 2 inch crown of my weapon.
Withdrawing
an inch, then slithering down two inches, again and again in an
exquisite
slow plunge until her beauty completely swallowed my proud 13 inch
sword.
    Rubbing her abdomen, just below and between her boobs, in a choppy
voice, she whispered, "It's hard to breath, I am so full of you."
Smiling,
she leaned forward, placing her hands one on my pecs for support.  Her
boobs
were lifted and squeezed together.  I almost popped my rocks at the
sight.
Her nipples looked about to pop off of over filled balloons about to
burst.
My hands quickly caressed the bloated orbs. Slowly I stroked the inch
long
knobs as if wacking off miniature penises. Thus we stayed for minutes,
coupled
but not fucking, me savoring her incredible delights and she glorified
in the
fullness of me deep within her.
    Flushed from my nipple assault, she arched her back, easing my
weapon
even deeper into her body.  Reaching around her back to my family
jewels,
she firmly massaged a nut in each hand.  My sword acknowledged
approval,
pulsing involuntarily. "Mmmm," she murmured.  "That was nice!  Do it
again?"
Contracting my muscles so my wiener squirmed again, her body responded,
squeezing my lance within her.
    "Uuhh.  Do that again." She did.  Smiling, she began slow rhythmic
contractions, moving me around deep inside her belly, without any
outward
movement.  My rock hard tool pulsed eagerly in response, increasing the
internal motion.  Raising my head, I put my lips to the jumbo raisin on
her
right tit and began a digital assault on the nipple-like clit throbbing
against the root of my manhood.  "Ohhh," she sighed, "That's
incredible. I
love when you do that."
    Rocking on my chest, she slowly raised her body exposing more and
more
of my shaft until only her love lips kissed my knob.  My shaft was
slick
and shiney, glistening with her love juices.  The air felt cool on my
heated
tool but was quickly seared as she descended full length, grinding her
groin
into mine.  She quickened the pace and continued long stroking for
several
minutes as I rolled her nipples in my fingers.  She looked so graceful
and
at ease with this rigorous exercise, I understood now the source of
strength
in her thighs and buns.  Her luscious body wasn't built merely to be
fucked,
no sir, it was truly built to fuck.
    Stopping on a down stroke, she opened her eyes and smiled.  "How am
I
doing, big guy?"  I smiled my approval, nothing more needed to be said.
 She
extended her legs, one at a time, so she was lying full upon me. She
brought
her legs together, between mine, clasping me within.  Raising herself
on her
hands, she deeply arched her back and gently and amazingly rocked her
hips
full length on my raging member.  Her ripe breasts swung gently,
teasingly
just inches from my lips.  It was wonderful, no other woman having been
able
to do that, considering my rather prodigious 13 inch length.  Holding
her
tightly with my arms, I rolled over so that she was now beneath me. 
She slid
her feet behind my knees and gently raked my back and buns with her
finger
nails.  Withdrawing my weapon completely, I teased her puffy love lips
and
inflamed clit with quick, short jabs only the length of my love knob.
    "Mmmm, mmmm, ooooo," she murmured.  Then I plunged full length in a
single
slow stroke.  "OOhhhh!" I repeated the three jab and one long plunge
rhythm.
"Uh... More." she begged, oh... oh... oh...  ohhhhhh.  She drew her
knees to
her breasts and her calves over my shoulders, totally exposing her
fragrant
womanhood to my lust.  My raging spear, with this new position,
ventured even
deeper than before.  "Oh... oh... oh... ohhhhh..., oh... oh... oh...
ohhhhh...,
oh... oh... oh... ohhhhh!"
    Her belly began to flutter and spasm, her love tunnel became a
volcano,
heaving and convulsing.  Pounding harder, my throbbing member rubbed
past her
inflamed lovebud with each lengthy stroke.  My heavy nuts beat against
her
buns; my short hairs tickling the pink pucker between.  "Nnnnng... 
mmmmm...
oh... oh... oh... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The depth of her orgasm was
incredibly
exciting.  Her skin became radiant, her eyes glazed.  Nipple nectar
beaded on
the tips of her nubs, so erect, they seemed about to burst. "Ohhh...
please...
mmmm... you too", she begged.
    "No, not yet.  I want... ahhhh... you to have... mmmmm... another."
I lifted one of her legs over my head, and turned her.  Still coupled,
we
maneuvered so that she was on her knees and elbows, back arched with
her
magnificent buns raised toward me.  I reached around and under her,
firmly
twisting, pulling and milking a lengthy nipple in each hand.  We
renewed
pounding into each other, my balls hammered almost painfully against
her
throbbing clit.  She reached back and grasped my testicles, one in each
hand, firmly squeezing and pulling them in harmony with my thrusts.  "I
bet
these seed makers can go on forever, they're soooo big and heavy. 
Someday
I'll have a son like you who can give so much to his love."
    I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently.  Then I moved
them
down, my fingers tracing her spine down to the valley between the
dimpled
globes of her rump, then massaged and kneeded the firm globes.
    I watched, totally fascinated, how easily her slender body
accommodated
my abundant manhood, almost like they were made for each other.  How
her flesh
wrapped around me, clinging to me as I withdrew though reluctant to let
go,
then turning inward again.  The sight was too much.
    My thumb teased her pink anal pucker.  Wet with the overflow of her
passion, my thumb parted the bud and plunged deep.  "Yes!... ohhh...
mmmm."
She squirmed and moaned in yet another convulsive orgasm, driving back
onto
me.  The love juices deep in my sac began to boil over.
    "Gah!.. Nng!... Ohhh!" I involuntarily responded.  Again and again
my
cannon fired.  Seconds turned to minutes, it just kept cumming.  I felt
transported.  There was nothing but our bodies, joined and sharing a
rapture
eternal.  Gently, still coupled, we sank together onto the blanket.
   "Mmmm, don't stop." She pressed her legs together, trapping my
softening
member within her.  "I didn't think it could be that good, the first
time,"
she whispered. "It's supposed to take practice, getting to know each
other."
    "That's what they say," I replied. "Perhaps there still is Magic in
the
world." I kissed her shoulder. She giggled slightly.
    "That's not fair.  I can't kiss you, lying this way.  But if we
move,
you will slip out, and I still want you inside me."
    "Then be still and let me kiss you."
    "But I can't see you either."
    "It's getting dark, anyway."
    "The moon has risen. It is nearly full tonight. It will be bright
enough
to see.  Let me turn over." I let her.  She took my face in her hands
and
kissed me.  I held myself up on my elbows, not to crush her, but she
put her
arms around me and hugged me hard.  She reached out and pulled the
basket
closer.  "I'm hungry, are you?"
    "Yes, and thirsty.  Where's the wine?"
    We ate and drank, lounging closely together.  I could not keep my
hands
from her body.  Her breasts tantalized and drew me to them. She did not
object, in fact enjoyed the attention.
    I wondered how we could be so easily at home with each other, our
first
time together, and hardly knowing a thing about each other. I was
astounded
how it didn't seem to matter at all.  I was content to be with her, to
touch
her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just to be in her presence.
    "I am filled first with you and then your seed" she giggled. 
Pressing
on her abdomen, just above her bush, expelled a continuous stream of
thick
white ooze from her love lips.  "Look how much flows from me.  There is
enough seed to populate a nation.  Do you always make so much?"
    "Not usually," I laughed. "It is you that makes my body give so
much."
    Gazing at my softened manhood, she cooed, "I hope we haven't worn
it
out... the night is still young.  Let's wash off in the lake."
    We splashed and played in the water until the cold numbed our toes.
 We
walked back up onto the warm stone, drying in the light breeze.
    "I'm still hungry" she smiled at my soft, yet thick, 10 inch
manhood.
    "I'm ready when you are."
    "Well, let's see." She took my thick hose in her hand, and squeezed
it.
The knob plopped out from its sheath and she quickly pounced upon it
with a
luscious lip lock. She nibbled and sucked, the bulbous 22 inch glans
filling
her mouth.  This time it was I who moaned.  In moments, it grew to a
raging
13 inch length and the shaft, like an overgrown cucumber, to a bloated
3
inches across in the middle.  With both hands wrapped around the base,
she
continued her oral attack on the glans, like a child savoring a jumbo
lollipop.  I reached my hand to her round rump and played there, gently
teasing the pink puckered anal blossom, firmly kneeding the compact
globes.
    She straddled my face, bringing her musk to my nostrils.  I teased
her
clit with the tip of my tongue, delighting in its enormity, then sucked
and
nibbled it like a ripe nipple.  My tongue explored further, probing the
soft
pink pucker nestled between her firm buns.  After just moments of
teasing,
the anal aperture blossomed.  Worming my tongue deep, a deep growl of
delight escaped her lips.
    She was not idle, either.  Taking first one of my balls into her
mouth
and sucking it, then the other, then returning her attention to my
shaft.
Then she did a most remarkable thing, with her teeth she ever so gently
began to gnaw on my shaft head.  The sensation was incredible!  "Mmmm,"
I
moaned, my tongue vibrating in her anus.  Returning my oral attention
to her
button, I worked a middle finger into each aperture, burying them to
the
fist.  "Ummm, mmmm," her lips hummed around my spear.  Returning the
new
found thrill, she wormed a finger into my rear, gnawing at me all the
while.
We both began to moan and hum, the vibrations adding to the
stimulation.  I
felt the flood beginning.  She saw it, too, and quickly squeezed the
base of
my cock firmly, preventing the release of cum.  I could feel my balls
swell
with the build up.  I thought my skull would explode!
    At last her body began quaking in violent orgasm and with a loud
squeal
of joy, she released the dam.  Working my spear with both hands and
sucking
hard on the bellowing glans, she eagerly gulped the flood.
    My fingers were clamped tightly in her body by the spasms that
shook
her.  Her musky wetness covered my face.  Her button danced on my
tongue.
    Once again we had reached the pinnacle together, and I was
transported
not only by my own pleasure, but by hers as well.  When at last she
released
the grip she held on my fingers and my spear, leaving a last kiss on
her
love-bud, I slid myself around to face her, and lying on our sides, we
held
each other tightly and kissed, our bodies still trembling.
    "See, she whispered, half into my parted lips, "You were not empty
after
all. And now you will be part of me forever."
    "And you of me," I replied, sucking my fingers.
    "We seem already part of each other," she said.  "I still can't
believe
it's our first time together!  It seems almost that we have been
together
before, often, long ago, and are at last rejoined." She laughed then
and
said,  "Perhaps you are Apollo and I am Afrodite."
    "You are at least as beautiful, I'm sure." I replied.  Cupping an
exceedingly ripe mammary delight, my thumb teased its rigid bulls-eye.
    "Ohhhh, but the gods must be jealous of you."
    "Ha, ha, ha!" I retorted. "How's that?"
    "You have sooooo much to give and give sooooo good!" she murmured.
    "I was about to say that to you.  But... who are you?"
    She smiled sweetly and replied, "Afrodite... who else?  Here, have
some
wine."  Taking the glass from my fingers, she drained it, then covering
my
mouth with hers, shared the wine.
    "Tell me what you like." I suggested.
    "Oh... the trees, the lake, moonlight, touching you, you touching
me...
and especially being filled by you."
    "Yes.  But I mean, what sort of things might you want me to do? 
What
pleasure can I give you?  Something perhaps that you've dreamed?"
    "Oh, but you already have, my Apollo!"
    "Mmm.  I know.  Maybe there's something more?"
    "Ah, well.  I want you to do everything you know how to do, then do
everything you can think of to do, then a few things you've never
thought
of, then when you run out of those, start all over again!" She laughed.
    "Hm. Well," I laughed too. "Is there any more wine?"
    Twisting around to look, she gave me a delicious view of the ripe
love
shrine beneath her exquisite buns.  Her loveliness glowed in the
moonlight.
    "Yes," she said at length.  "But you will have to open the other
bottle.
We finished the first."
    "All right.  You know, I have several bottles of the same chateau
in the
cabin ashore.  Shall I get it?  In fact, why don't we pack up and go
there.
A body so soft and beautiful should not be roughing about on a rock!"
    "Oh, no," she cried.  "I don't want to go indoors.  Gods like
Apollo and
Afrodite should never be crammed into a building."
    "If the breeze stops, the mosquitos will be here by the thousands!"
    "No, please.  I want to stay here."  She was lying belly down on
the
blanket, propped up on her elbows, her eyes pleading.
    I sat down crosslegged and stroked her back, my hands straying down
the
nape of her back to her delicious dimpled rump.
    She reached out, "Oh!  Look what just fell from the sky!" she
laughed,
handing me the corkscrew.  Propping herself up, half turning on her
side,
she eagerly watched as I opened another bottle of wine.  I refilled our
glasses and we sipped quietly.  She swung around, still on her belly,
and
rested her arms on my legs.  Her fingernails slowly raked the length of
my
manhood.  Speaking tenderly to my penis, she whispered "I love you. 
How
long before you can love me too?"
    I chuckled.  "It's up to you.  Light my fire and it's yours to
quench."
I was stirring already.  The curve of her hip, the tight dimpled globes
of
her buns, her breasts hanging so full just inches away, her hair
cascading
over her shoulder, waving in the light breeze....  On sudden impulse I
said,
"I want to give you something.  Do you trust me?"
    She laughed.  "Yes, of course.  Why should the gods fear each
other?"
    I wanted to give her the orgasm of her life.  Moving to her feet, I
lifted her legs, parted her thighs and propped her luscious thighs on
my
shoulders.  The valley of love which opened before me, filled my
nostrils
with its heady perfume and my eyes with delight.  The buttery soft
folds
were partly concealed between the puffy mounds of her outer lips. 
Caressing
her buns with my fingertips, I nibbled the yummy treasures between.  I
blew
on her quim, vigorously tonguing the clit standing so alert, so rigid.
    "Mmm. You tease." she sighed.  "Oh, don't stop!"
    I tongued the crease between the frilly pink petals and her thighs,
tasting the curved hollow on each side.  As the warm butterfly wings
opened,
I gently sucked and nibbled the fleshy folds, one at time.  Their heat
increased, her sighs deepened with my slow attentions.
    I drew back again to gaze at her, hypnotized by the delight before
me.
I drew my fingertips across her cheeks, along the moist mounds of her
lips,
gently thumbed them apart, revealing the soft, glistening valley
between the
scalloped inner lips.  The throbbing bud at their junction was
screaming,
"this bud's for you!!!"  Quickly, I put a voracious liplock on her love
worm.
Sucking it deep into my mouth, I swear it tickled my tonsils!
    She quivered and moaned with my invasion.  Drawing my upper lip
across
the nest, I buried my tongue in the folds of her tunnel, so deep it
ached.
Pressing my mouth tightly against her, I opened the gates.  Withdrawing
my
tongue, then extended it again, I tasted the warm moistness of her
canal.
Then I began circling it within her.  The taste of her was driving me
wild.
The blood roared in my ears.  I withdrew again, and traced my tongue
upward
to the nest of her love bud.  I nuzzled at it, drawing up the inner
valley
to tease at it again and again.  Each touch brought another gasp from
her.
    Starting from her puckered anal rosebud, I delicately painted with
my
tongue across the soft flesh, to the heated passion pit entrance,
ending
with a tongue lashing of her inflamed, rigid love button.  On each
trip, I
felt the tiny ring of her anal opening press out to greet my tongue,
then
draw back, felt the superheated folds of her love tunnel reach out for
me,
her love-button squirm.  I felt her muscles begin to tighten.
    Relaxing, her hips took up a motion of their own.  Taking the cue
and
matching the tempo, I pressed into her, sucking the extended button,
the
fleshy, frilly labia.  I kissed at her rearward opening, it's tight
little
ring pulsing.  I deeply invaded it with the tip of my tongue.
    Her muscles began dancing again.  Her bud pressing outward, I
teased it
gently, tracing the root of it with my lips and tongue.  Her gasps
rose, her
hips rotated, pressed up to me.  This time I went on.  Her belly
heaved, her
nubbin danced. Grinding her sex into my face as she violently came, I
sucked
and nibbled on her bud, tugging and twisting it firmly.  Her ecstasy
rose
ever higher. "Ohhhh, please stop.  No, don't stop.  Ohh.  Oh." She
babbled.
    Lost in the heady aroma, I put a liplock on the bloated clit and,
sucking
hard, drew it deep into my mouth. I nibbled her clit with my teeth and
flogged
it relentlessly with my tongue.  The harder I assaulted her oversized
clit, the
more savagely she thrashed, her luscious breasts heaving and dancing on
her
chest.  The violence of her orgasm was intoxicating.  Pursing my lips
around
her love tunnel, I blew hard, filling her sex with my breath.  "Ohhhhh
my...
what are you doing?" she gasped as her belly expanded with my breath. 
Then I
drew in the heavenly aroma from the depths of her soul.
    I eased my middle finger into the soft pucker between her buns. 
With
sobbing gasps, her sphincter spasmed.  In the moonlight, her body
glistened,
flushed with excitement.  Slipping my thumb into her snug slick vagina
and,
stirring both fingers deep in her heavenly holes, I delicately licked
the beads
of sweat from her belly and still heaving succulent breasts.
    "Ohhh" she sighed "it went on for so long.  I never came so much at
one
time.  I thought it would never end.  It was incredible.  You are
wonderful!"
She put her arms around me, her body trembling.  "If I could, I would
keep you
all to myself," she whispered.
    Kneeding her buttocks and thighs, her legs parted, and I knelt
between
them.  I wiggled my tongue into the cleft of her twat and slowly licked
my way
up between her exquisite buns and up her spine.  As I began nibbling on
her ear
lobe, my spear slid into the valley between her cheeks.
    "Mmm," she murmured, squeezing her buns together around it, "That
feels
nice.  Would you like to... ahhh... make love to me THERE?"
    "I want to love you every way there is," I replied.  "But, there's
no way
this log will pass your pucker.  I want to only pleasure you, not give
pain."
   "Don't be afraid.  You will not hurt me.  My love to have you deep
inside
will open any door to my soul.  Come on, silly, part my buns."
    I gently wet my weapon against her quim, then positioned the
rubbery knob
at her bum buttonhole and pushed firmly.  With just a hint of a
whimper, the
anal bud blossomed, allowing the knob to enter.
    "Are you okay?"
    "You bet!!  Ohh, good God, it's so fucking big... I love it! 
Something
this wonderful can't hurt... but it sure feels God awful big."
    I entered a bit further, the tight, hot doorway fanning my fires.
    "Mmm. Let me move on you," she said, wiggling.  Withdrawing from
her,
she got up on her knees.  Guiding my weapon, she pressed against me. 
This
time, the anal blossom quickly opened, like a starving little mouth,
eagerly
gobbling my bloated glans.
    I held her still a moment, then gently and slowly pressed forward. 
She
began moaning again, and moved back and forth slowly, each rocking
motion
sucking me deeper into her body.
    "Oh.  Mmmmm.  More, more," she murmured.
    My heart pounded, the sight of my thick white meat slowly sinking
deep
between her yummy ebony buns was decadently erotic.  I chuckled,
kneeding
the firm cheeks, at the irony.  Isn't this what blacks have bitched
about
for 200 years... being fucked up the ass by whites?  And here she was,
loving
every fucking inch of a cock the size of which few men of any color
possessed!
With each long stroke, my aching balls swung between her thighs and
slapped
against her throbbing clit.  "This IS heaven," she cooed.  "Ohhhh,
ooooh...
GOOD GOD!...  it just doesn't get any better than this."
    Grasping a nipple in each fist, I firmly twisted and stretched the
thick
digits as if to milk the bouncing, bloated breasts.  "I'm going to...
Ohh!
Ahhhhhhhhh!" Deeply arching her back, she ground her buns hard against
my
groin.  Her stretched anal aperture throbbed and clenched my manhood,
trying
to suck the seed from deep in my bouncing balls.  Thrashing her hips
wildly,
she began cumming and cummed continuously as we pounded ferociously
into each
other for several glorious minutes.  "Ohhhhhhh, godddddd!" she cried,
grasping
my bloated sac and rubbed it harshly against her inflamed labia.
    "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I wailed as my cannon roared once again, like a
gattling
gun, firing glob after glob of thick love seed into the deepest depths
of her
bowels.  Hearts pounding, we collapsed, my weapon ensnared deep within
her,
still throbbing. "Ohhh," she whispered between gasping breaths,
"That... was
incredible... I had no idea... it would be... so wonderful... so
different...
so niiice." I gently wormed my member within her, stirring her very
soul for
several minutes more.  As my sword slowly softened, her body spasmed
with
several more aftershock orgasmic tremors. We rolled onto our sides and
I began
to pull out.  "Oh!  Please leave it in," she cooed, hands on her tummy,
"it
feels heavenly being so full of you."  Chuckling, she added
"constipated with
cock."  Her anus, like a living cock ring, kept my jumbo joystick full
size,
though soft.  While tweaking her nipples, I clenched my anus which
twitched my
knob deep within her.  Purring, her fingers caressed my hands on her
breasts as
she ground her buns lovingly against me.
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