Don’t forget to read Parts 1 thru 3 of The Bewitching.
After stepping through the doorway, James lowered Lisa from his shoulder. She took in her surroundings quickly. James’ house was spartanly furnished with heavy dark furniture. Just what one might expect from a bachelor.
Lisa stood just inside the living room entry dressed on in her torn pink T-shirt dress. Her perfectly rounded breasts with their long dark taut nipples and everything on down were completely exposed. She remembered how easily she surrendered herself to James as he sliced her dress open with a sharp knife. She was sure he meant to fuck while she bled out and didn’t even care. She gulped a little realizing that she still didn’t know this giant 6’9” black man in whose house she now stood all but naked. Maybe he was a psychopathic killer but the calculus deep in her brain told her it would be worth the ultimate cost just to fuck his monster cock one time.
James towered over Lisa even though she was almost six feet tall herself. He looked at her longingly and lustfully. He smiled softly when he saw her tremble a bit and gently slid the torn pink dress from her shoulders. His large silver dollar-sized fingertips slid smoothly over her soft skin and down her upper arms as the dress fell to the floor. There was a catch in James’ breath as he took in the full nudity of Lisa’s body for the first time. His huge hand softly engulfed one of her breasts and he rasped, “You are the most beautiful woman.”
James drew Lisa against him. Her head rested against his shoulder comfortably, her soft breasts with their rigidly excited nipples pressing into his six-pack abs, and his gigantic partially erect black cock was softly throbbing against her. The root of his cock was just above her navel and she could feel the soft head of it pulsing with his heartbeat against the hood of her clit. “Good lord,” she thought, “it’s far bigger and flaccid than any fully erect cock I’ve ever experienced. It must be 12 inches long when it is hard.” And she knew from experience earlier this evening that its girth was more than her tight pussy could accommodate…for now.
Lisa’s mind briefly thought of her husband Kenneth’s puny cock. If she had only known that God made them this big she might never have married him. At least he made a lot of money and his parents were rich. “Once James has stretched me with his cock, Kenneth won’t even be interested in occasional sex,” she thought. Then she had to suppress another laugh as she thought of James’ mantra “any other man’s cock will be like a pencil fucking a bucket.” And she almost said aloud, “make me your cum bucket.” She would say it to him when the time was right. When she was stretched and ready to receive him and his load.
Lisa’s swollen pussy was suddenly wet and dripping from her thoughts. James was lifting her chin and leaning down to passionately kiss her. His tongue gently probed between her soft lips; his tongue touching the tip of hers. James' hands held her ass firmly as his tongue became more urgent. His finger stroked her asshole in concert with his tongue slipping between her lips. She felt her juices trickling down her inner thighs. No man had ever made her this wet. She gently bore down against his probing finger and felt it enter her ass as his tongue pushed deep into her mouth.
There was no controlling her orgasm. She sucked hard on his tongue to keep from crying out as he penetrated her ass more deeply. She would have liked to have come together with him in some way but the things he did to her and the way they made her surrender everything prohibited her from holding out her orgasm. Her whole body was spasming from head to toe. She felt her legs quivering to the point where it was impossible to stand on her own. Lisa quivered and spasmed in orgasmic bliss as James held her standing impaled on his huge finger in her soft willing ass.
Slowly James withdrew as Lisa’s orgasms subsided, and he held her against his body so that she would not collapse in a heap on the floor. In a soft low voice, he said, “Lisa there are a couple of rules when you are here in my house.” Her mind arose like from a deep blissful dream and she murmured, “Hmm, anything you wish.”
James laughed softly, “I have a lot of wishes, but only a couple of rules. First, when you are here, you will be naked. Second, all of your orifices are mine when and how I want them.” Lisa cooed, “Those don’t sound so difficult.” “I guess you will find a way to punish me if I break them,” she said coyly.
James chuckled again and said, “I may learn to enjoy you breaking some rules in that case. But before we go any further into my house, I need to hear you say what you want.”
This time Lisa was ready. Before James could finish she began confidently, “I want this nigger to stretch his cunt until any other man’s cock in it feels like a pencil in a bucket.” Now, James’ low laugh filled the room as he roared and picked her up to carry her to a hot shower and whatever lay beyond.
Their shower had been a sharing of sorts. Each of them took turns slowly and gently soaping and stroking each other’s most sensitive parts. When Lisa got on her knees and suckled his balls with a soapy finger buried in his ass stroking his prostate, James began to moan in delighted ecstasy. As the hot water cascaded over their bodies Lisa moved from James’ scrotum to the head of his fully engorged cock. Indeed, it was as she imagined a full 12 inches long and thicker than her husband’s forearm. Probing his pee hole with her tongue and stroking his prostate, he soon erupted in her mouth. She sucked and gulped for every drop as he held her head between his hands pumping his load between her eager lips.
After their shower, James poured them both a dram of Glen Livet Nadurra and dribbled a few drops of water in each glass. Lisa took hers gratefully and sipped lightly at the smooth amber scotch. Even though James had not touched her pussy since they left her house, it still ached from the way he stretched her with his fingers earlier that evening. Or was it aching from lust? She finally decided it was the incredible combination of pain and desire that throbbed in her nether regions. Either way, the scotch was a welcomed calming of both.
While they sipped their Scotch, James told Lisa about his past growing up poor in rural Arkansas but eventually making some good money with a few years playing regularly in the NBA. How he had suffered a back injury with potential long-term consequences and instead of retiring allowed himself to become a pawn of the system mostly strung out on opiates and shacking up with groupies to relieve the pain in his back and in his psyche. He still made some money operating basketball clinics from time to time but unlike many of his peers, he had been reasonably careful with his money and invested enough of it wisely. There was no real reason to work other than to help disadvantaged kids with talent find their way.
Lisa shared her story too. How she ran away from home at 16 to get away from negligent parents and school bullies then road the rails with other wayward kids. How she sadly got hooked on heroin and ended up on her grandmother’s doorstep at 18 strung out and pregnant from God knows which of the men she had traded herself to for a fix. Her grandmother got her an abortion and helped her get cleaned up. But truth be told she sometimes longed to be high and fucked repeatedly by a gang of strangers even though she knew most people would think such a thing shameful.
James was careful not to judge Lisa. “Look,” he commiserated. “It’s not much difference between being a poor young black boy prostituting oneself to basketball and Percocet and being a lonely young white girl prostituting oneself for self-respect and a heroin fix. I don’t think either of us should be ashamed of looking back with some degree of fondness for something that might not have been perfect but it made us who we are.”
Lisa explained her passion for sculpting stone. But there wasn’t a lot of demand and room for only a few famous artists. At that point, James chuckled and said, “maybe I can help you find some clients, but until then I have some other stone you can work on.” Lisa laughed heartily until her eyes began to tear. When she finally got herself under control. She smiled and said, “that is about the corniest line ever James, but as you know I can’t wait to get that rock of yours snuggled into my workshop.”
They both laughed gently as Lisa laid back on the couch and James began to work one of his monstrous fingers into her wet tight pussy. Lisa gasped as his second finger entered her, and he slowly fucked her with them. She could hear her wetness as she pumped her sloppy pussy on his thrusting fingers. She couldn’t wait to be stretched enough to take this giant black man’s giant cock.
After stepping through the doorway, James lowered Lisa from his shoulder. She took in her surroundings quickly. James’ house was spartanly furnished with heavy dark furniture. Just what one might expect from a bachelor.
Lisa stood just inside the living room entry dressed on in her torn pink T-shirt dress. Her perfectly rounded breasts with their long dark taut nipples and everything on down were completely exposed. She remembered how easily she surrendered herself to James as he sliced her dress open with a sharp knife. She was sure he meant to fuck while she bled out and didn’t even care. She gulped a little realizing that she still didn’t know this giant 6’9” black man in whose house she now stood all but naked. Maybe he was a psychopathic killer but the calculus deep in her brain told her it would be worth the ultimate cost just to fuck his monster cock one time.
James towered over Lisa even though she was almost six feet tall herself. He looked at her longingly and lustfully. He smiled softly when he saw her tremble a bit and gently slid the torn pink dress from her shoulders. His large silver dollar-sized fingertips slid smoothly over her soft skin and down her upper arms as the dress fell to the floor. There was a catch in James’ breath as he took in the full nudity of Lisa’s body for the first time. His huge hand softly engulfed one of her breasts and he rasped, “You are the most beautiful woman.”
James drew Lisa against him. Her head rested against his shoulder comfortably, her soft breasts with their rigidly excited nipples pressing into his six-pack abs, and his gigantic partially erect black cock was softly throbbing against her. The root of his cock was just above her navel and she could feel the soft head of it pulsing with his heartbeat against the hood of her clit. “Good lord,” she thought, “it’s far bigger and flaccid than any fully erect cock I’ve ever experienced. It must be 12 inches long when it is hard.” And she knew from experience earlier this evening that its girth was more than her tight pussy could accommodate…for now.
Lisa’s mind briefly thought of her husband Kenneth’s puny cock. If she had only known that God made them this big she might never have married him. At least he made a lot of money and his parents were rich. “Once James has stretched me with his cock, Kenneth won’t even be interested in occasional sex,” she thought. Then she had to suppress another laugh as she thought of James’ mantra “any other man’s cock will be like a pencil fucking a bucket.” And she almost said aloud, “make me your cum bucket.” She would say it to him when the time was right. When she was stretched and ready to receive him and his load.
Lisa’s swollen pussy was suddenly wet and dripping from her thoughts. James was lifting her chin and leaning down to passionately kiss her. His tongue gently probed between her soft lips; his tongue touching the tip of hers. James' hands held her ass firmly as his tongue became more urgent. His finger stroked her asshole in concert with his tongue slipping between her lips. She felt her juices trickling down her inner thighs. No man had ever made her this wet. She gently bore down against his probing finger and felt it enter her ass as his tongue pushed deep into her mouth.
There was no controlling her orgasm. She sucked hard on his tongue to keep from crying out as he penetrated her ass more deeply. She would have liked to have come together with him in some way but the things he did to her and the way they made her surrender everything prohibited her from holding out her orgasm. Her whole body was spasming from head to toe. She felt her legs quivering to the point where it was impossible to stand on her own. Lisa quivered and spasmed in orgasmic bliss as James held her standing impaled on his huge finger in her soft willing ass.
Slowly James withdrew as Lisa’s orgasms subsided, and he held her against his body so that she would not collapse in a heap on the floor. In a soft low voice, he said, “Lisa there are a couple of rules when you are here in my house.” Her mind arose like from a deep blissful dream and she murmured, “Hmm, anything you wish.”
James laughed softly, “I have a lot of wishes, but only a couple of rules. First, when you are here, you will be naked. Second, all of your orifices are mine when and how I want them.” Lisa cooed, “Those don’t sound so difficult.” “I guess you will find a way to punish me if I break them,” she said coyly.
James chuckled again and said, “I may learn to enjoy you breaking some rules in that case. But before we go any further into my house, I need to hear you say what you want.”
This time Lisa was ready. Before James could finish she began confidently, “I want this nigger to stretch his cunt until any other man’s cock in it feels like a pencil in a bucket.” Now, James’ low laugh filled the room as he roared and picked her up to carry her to a hot shower and whatever lay beyond.
Their shower had been a sharing of sorts. Each of them took turns slowly and gently soaping and stroking each other’s most sensitive parts. When Lisa got on her knees and suckled his balls with a soapy finger buried in his ass stroking his prostate, James began to moan in delighted ecstasy. As the hot water cascaded over their bodies Lisa moved from James’ scrotum to the head of his fully engorged cock. Indeed, it was as she imagined a full 12 inches long and thicker than her husband’s forearm. Probing his pee hole with her tongue and stroking his prostate, he soon erupted in her mouth. She sucked and gulped for every drop as he held her head between his hands pumping his load between her eager lips.
After their shower, James poured them both a dram of Glen Livet Nadurra and dribbled a few drops of water in each glass. Lisa took hers gratefully and sipped lightly at the smooth amber scotch. Even though James had not touched her pussy since they left her house, it still ached from the way he stretched her with his fingers earlier that evening. Or was it aching from lust? She finally decided it was the incredible combination of pain and desire that throbbed in her nether regions. Either way, the scotch was a welcomed calming of both.
While they sipped their Scotch, James told Lisa about his past growing up poor in rural Arkansas but eventually making some good money with a few years playing regularly in the NBA. How he had suffered a back injury with potential long-term consequences and instead of retiring allowed himself to become a pawn of the system mostly strung out on opiates and shacking up with groupies to relieve the pain in his back and in his psyche. He still made some money operating basketball clinics from time to time but unlike many of his peers, he had been reasonably careful with his money and invested enough of it wisely. There was no real reason to work other than to help disadvantaged kids with talent find their way.
Lisa shared her story too. How she ran away from home at 16 to get away from negligent parents and school bullies then road the rails with other wayward kids. How she sadly got hooked on heroin and ended up on her grandmother’s doorstep at 18 strung out and pregnant from God knows which of the men she had traded herself to for a fix. Her grandmother got her an abortion and helped her get cleaned up. But truth be told she sometimes longed to be high and fucked repeatedly by a gang of strangers even though she knew most people would think such a thing shameful.
James was careful not to judge Lisa. “Look,” he commiserated. “It’s not much difference between being a poor young black boy prostituting oneself to basketball and Percocet and being a lonely young white girl prostituting oneself for self-respect and a heroin fix. I don’t think either of us should be ashamed of looking back with some degree of fondness for something that might not have been perfect but it made us who we are.”
Lisa explained her passion for sculpting stone. But there wasn’t a lot of demand and room for only a few famous artists. At that point, James chuckled and said, “maybe I can help you find some clients, but until then I have some other stone you can work on.” Lisa laughed heartily until her eyes began to tear. When she finally got herself under control. She smiled and said, “that is about the corniest line ever James, but as you know I can’t wait to get that rock of yours snuggled into my workshop.”
They both laughed gently as Lisa laid back on the couch and James began to work one of his monstrous fingers into her wet tight pussy. Lisa gasped as his second finger entered her, and he slowly fucked her with them. She could hear her wetness as she pumped her sloppy pussy on his thrusting fingers. She couldn’t wait to be stretched enough to take this giant black man’s giant cock.
