Dying to Fuck Your Wife
Copyright 2020 by Stormbringer
“I still think this sounds depressing.”
Claire grimaced. “There’s a spot,” she said, watching the reverse lights of a car come on as it started to back out. Tom stopped the car waiting for the space to vacate. “We’ll just pay our respects to Calvin and catch up with some of our friends.”
Calvin Custis was dying.
Calvin transferred to Claire and Tom’s high school senior year, one of just a few black people in their school. He was well-liked but had trouble getting dates largely because none of the senior girls wanted to break the racial barrier and partly because at 5’4”, he was shorter than most of his female classmates. Despite, his short stature, Calvin was a weightlifter and an amazing athlete at everything even basketball. Tom and Calvin were rivals on the field, friendly, but not close. Tom was the team quarterback, but Calvin ended up beating him out for Captain of the baseball team. Calvin had also asked Claire out multiple times despite the fact she was dating Tom and she towered over the short black man by a good half foot. Calvin had been more persistent when she and Tom officially broke up after graduation when Tom left for college, but Claire had politely declined, went on a couple of dates with several classmates for a month before she and Tom got back together when he called her crying about what a mistake he’d made breaking up with her. They married three years later when he graduated from college.
High school had been fourteen years ago. They’d stayed local, close to ******. Tom got a job in real estate; Claire opened an arts and crafts store that she’d recently had to close. Calvin managed a bar and restaurant on Main street for the last ten years. They bumped into him once in a while or had dinner at his restaurant around once a year, always exchanging polite greetings and catching up. Calvin never married, was engaged once, but it fell through. He continued working out until he was as big as Dwayne Johnson compressed down into Kevin Hart’s size. Nobody teased him about his height when they saw his biceps.
They’d heard rumors Calvin was sick. The big C. Ironic, as Calvin was called the Big C by his friends. Tom and Claire had seen him just nine months earlier and he looked fine, so they were shocked to hear Calvin was so sick. Calvin was officially retiring at thirty-two and his coworkers had decided to throw him a retirement party, but it was in reality a celebration of his life. Tom found it morbid, but Claire thought it was a great idea.
They walked the block down Main street to The Home Plate: Grill & Sport’s Bar. They were early. Calvin was seated in an armchair, receiving well-wishers like a king receiving supplicants. “He looks good,” whispered Tom to his wife.
“Looks the same except for the hair,” Claire whispered back. Nine months ago, he’d had a healthy flattop and sideburns now he was bald.
A spot opened up and Tom approached the chair. “Hey Calvin,” he said, his eyes flickering down. From the waist up, Calvin was still a broad-shouldered muscleman, but his legs were no longer muscular, they looked weak and scrawny. His hand was resting on a cane.
“Tommy Thompson!” said Calvin, smiling and greeting him with a strong handshake. “And Claire Casey.”
Claire forced down a gasp when she saw the condition his legs were in. She took her eyes off his legs and caught Calvin’s eyes on her breasts. Tom didn’t blame him. Claire had dressed to show off for her fellow cheerleaders. She was wearing a blue twist tie, cropped tee from Victoria’s Secret that showed off her flat tummy and an impressive amount of cleavage. Her breasts had been large in high school and many a guy called Claire Casey, Double C. Her old nickname no longer held true, however, as the only visible places Claire had gained weight was in her breasts and they were now a full DD. White short shorts with a black belt and sandals completed her outfit. “Hey Calvin,” said Claire, leaning down and showing him even more cleavage as she kissed him on the cheek. She didn’t mind the attention; the chestnut-haired beauty was used to it. She had bright green eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones. She’d been the most popular girl in school and nearly every boy had dreamed of getting her in bed. She was the hottest woman in the bar at that moment, probably the town, the county, and maybe even the state.
“You look great as always Claire,” said Calvin, openly sweeping his eyes down her body. “Tom, thanks for dressing up.”
“Yep,” said Tom, in a worn tee shirt and jeans. He wore a suit and tie every day selling houses and refused to dress up when he was off work. He wasn’t aging as well as Claire, his tee shirt hugged a growing belly and his sandy brown hair was receding with a small growing bald spot on his head.
“You look good,” said Claire, though her eyes were sad.
“Liar,” said Calvin, laughing. He was in good spirits.
“No, I mean it,” she said. “You look good bald. It makes you look…”
“Virile,” he said with a smile, making Tom snort. “Like a large black penis.” This made Tom snort again and Claire laughed. “Speaking of penises, how come Tom hasn’t knocked you up yet?”
Claire blushed. “Well, we are officially trying.” She held crossed fingers up.
“We put starting a ****** on hold to get our careers going and travel some, but now that Claire’s shut down her boutique…”
“And Tom’s making good money,” she added. “We’re finally ready.”
“Well, if it’s a boy, name him Calvin,” said Calvin.
“Uh… we’ll think about it,” said Claire, glancing at her husband. There was no way she was going to name her boy after Calvin. Of course, Calvin was pulling their legs, but when a dying man made a request of you, you got uncomfortable.
“How are the legs?” asked Tom.
“Weak,” said Calvin, his smile dropping. “And growing weaker. The pain is constant, but you know…” He shrugged. “It is what it is.” Calvin sat back.
They exchanged small talk for a few moments. Calvin invested in some land when younger and just sold it for a small fortune. Tom was a little peeved that Calvin hadn’t gone through him to broker the sale. There was a line forming up behind them to greet Calvin, so the Thompsons moved on. “You should try the bald look,” said Claire to her husband. “It does make him look virile.”
“At some point, I’ll give up and shave it all off,” said Tom, “But until then, I’m fighting it all the way.” He waved at some old classmates.
“CLAIRE!”
“TOM!”
The Thompsons greeted some of their high school friends. There were handshakes, hugs, beers brought, and shots thrown back. Despite the nature of the gathering, the next two hours were a lot of fun and felt more like an impromptu high school reunion than a celebration of life.
“Oh, it looks like Calvin’s leaving,” said Claire to her husband. Someone was helping Calvin to his feet. His legs looked shaky and he was wincing, sweat beading on his bald head.
“Let’s go say bye,” said Tom, pushing himself up off the table. “This is…”
“Yeah,” said Claire, frowning. This was probably the last time either of them would see Calvin until his funeral.
Friends were lining up to get a picture with the little black man despite that it was visibly paining him to keep standing. “You good for one more?” asked Tom.
“Sure,” said Calvin, grinning, but wincing. “But just me and Claire.” He was half kidding. They took a picture with Calvin between them and then he did want one of just him and Claire. The short black man leaned into her, his head the same height and roughly the same size as each of her breasts. He closed his eyes, smiling like he’d fallen asleep on a pillow and their watching friends laughed.
“Well Calvin, hang in there,” said Tom. “Be strong. If there’s anything we can do for you, don’t hesitate to give us a call.”
“Well, since you asked,” said Calvin.
Tom paused. “What do you need?”
“I need your wife,” said Calvin, staring him in the eye and wiggling his eyebrows.
“You what?” asked Tom.
“Seriously,” said Calvin. “I want your wife to be my helper.”
“What do you mean?” asked Claire.
“I need a helper. You know, someone to drive me to the doctor, make me lunch. Do some minor cleaning. You know.”
“You’re serious?” asked Claire.
“Why not?” asked Calvin. “It hit me when you guys mentioned you were trying to have a baby. Claire closed up her shop and isn’t doing anything. I don’t have anyone to help me since my parents died and I’m always begging people for help. I need a ride to chemo Monday. I’d pay you of course.”
Claire shrugged, looking up in thought. “I’m not sure. I mean, I could certainly take you to the doctor Monday, but I couldn’t take any money for it.”
“I insist. Look, could you at least give it a try? I can pay you $1000 per week.”
“A thousand!” she exclaimed. “That’s too much.” Her failing business had been struggling to take in a thousand dollars a month.
“I can afford it just fine, but it is at least a forty-hour week. Maybe more as I sometimes need help on Saturdays.”
“I do usually end up showing houses Saturday,” said Tom, glancing at his wife. “But we like to spend Sunday together.”
“I’ll guarantee you Sunday off,” said Calvin, looking hopeful. “I have a neighbor I can call Sunday if I need anything.”
“I don’t know,” said Claire thinking about it.
“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he pleaded. “I need you and you can put the money towards little Calvin’s college fund.” Claire rolled her eyes. She was wavering. Calvin added, “In a more serious note, the doctors don’t expect I’ll last much longer than another six months. It wouldn’t be for that long.”
“I guess I could give it a try,” said Claire, looking at Tom, pleading with her eyes, hoping he had a good excuse for her to get out of it.” He just shrugged.
“Great,” said Calvin. “I’ll need a ride to the hospital Monday morning and I have a short shopping list of things I need. Can you be at my house by 9:00 am?”
“Sure,” said Claire.
“Let me have your number and I’ll text you my address.”
They exchanged numbers. Tom held his hand out and shook Calvin’s, wincing slightly at the little black man’s strong grip. Claire hugged him goodbye, bending down far enough that the little black man’s head wouldn’t be buried in her chest. Calvin’s friend ushered him out. The Thompsons left, walking down Main street towards Tom’s car. Tom backed out of his spot and aimed the car home.
“For a second, I thought he was asking for you know what,” said Claire, nervously
“Yeah,” said Tom with a snort. “You know Calvin, he’s always joking around.” Tom stared out the windshield, his mind wandering.
**********
Tom unwrapped the towel from his waist and tossed it on the bench before entering the shower, followed by a few other classmates. The new kid, the little black guy was already in the shower, facing the wall. He couldn’t help being impressed by the V-shape of the black guy’s back as a trim waist broadened outward into broad muscular shoulders. He probably had little man’s complex and bulked up to make bullies think twice before teasing him for being short.
Tom stepped under the closest shower and began lathering up his own fit body. He bent his head back under the water, adding shampoo and washing his hair. One of his friends said something he couldn’t quite hear under the water. Tom moved his head out. “What was that?”
“I said, Jesus, not everything on the new kid is little.”
Tom turned his head. Calvin was exiting the shower. Two other guys were entering, looking down on Calvin with looks of shock on their faces. Tom shrugged, finished rinsing and left the shower. As he stepped out, Calvin was still there drying off. He was toweling off his crotch, lifting the towel away just as Tom glanced down. Tom froze staring in horror at the behemoth penis sticking out between Calvin’s legs. He felt his penis shrink into his testicles as he stared at the dark black monstrosity. Calvin’s penis was mostly hard and sticking straight out from his crotch. Even not completely hard, the thing was longer than a football, at least a foot long and as thick as an energy drink can. Calvin’s eyes flickered down to Tom’s shrunken genitals, then back up, grinning at him as Tom stared in horror at the huge black horse dick sticking out from the short man’s legs.
Tom recovered, but the image was burned in his brain. Erect, his penis was only around five and a half inches long. It looked a little smaller than the other guys in the shower, but soft there wasn’t much of a noticeable difference and nobody teased him about it.
Showering after gym class or games made Tom feel emasculated after that. Calvin’s cock was always either sticking straight out, slightly bent down or swinging back and forth between his thighs like a giant rotten black banana. The little black man freed his cock the second they were in the locker room and never covered it up until it was time for the next class. Tom began taking quick showers or lagging behind to let Calvin finish and leave. Almost as bad as being emasculated by his huge black cock, Calvin almost immediately became the most popular guy in school, assuming the alpha male role over Tom. They went where Calvin wanted to go, did what Calvin wanted to do.
**********
That thing would rip Claire apart, thought Tom, the color slightly drained from his cheeks. Twelve years later, he was half convinced his memory had just inflated the size of Calvin’s cock. It couldn’t have been that big. It couldn’t have.
“You okay there?” asked Claire. “Pay attention to the road.”
“Sorry,” he apologized. Tom snorted. “This isn’t nice, but I was just thinking that if he was chasing after you, he’d never be able to catch you.”
“Oh, that’s horrible,” said Claire, wincing at the joke, but shamefully finding it funny. She glanced out her window, her mind drifting off to her own memories of Calvin.
**********
Claire was *****, but in her defense so was everyone else. Summer was nearly over and this would be the final official high school party of their lives. Tom had just left for college, but first, he’d dumped her. Asshole probably wanted to be free to fool around with college girls. She was going to take some classes at a local community college and staying with her parents for a few more years.
“Drink,” ordered Liz, sinking a quarter in the shot glass. “New rule and that’s no more rules.”
“Thank god,” said Sam, one of Tom’s best friends, swaying on his feet. The rules had gotten totally out of hand. Claire had gone on one date with Sam, but she was still upset over Tom, and Sam had been a little grabby with her tits while kissing her goodnight. He was still interested, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a second date. Plus, she was pretty sure, he and Liz liked to fuck around occasionally.
“Instead of rules,” said Liz with a dramatic pause, looking at each player. “You can make any two people go in the closet for “Seven minutes in heaven.”
“What are we, thirteen?” complained Claire.
“Fine, you’ll be first when I sink another three,” said Liz. Her quarter bounced, plopping right into the glass. “Drink,” she ordered. Liz was amazingly good at this game no matter how ***** she was. She easily sank two more ordering Claire to drink two more gulps of beer. “Alright Claire and…” She looked around the room, catching Sam’s eye. He nodded eagerly. The other male players also nodded or pointed their thumbs to their chests. Liz looked past them. “Calvin.” Liz tossed her head back and laughed.
“NO!” said Claire. Liz had done a good job picking out the least likely person she’d want to make out with.
“Did I hear my name?” asked Calvin, coming over to the table. He took a sip of his beer.
“Yes,” said Liz, wagging her finger at him. “You and Claire have to go in the closet for seven minutes.”
“Seriously?” He glanced at Claire who was shaking her head, negatively.
“Not fair, he’s not even playing,” she complained.
“YES!” Liz was swaying on her feet. “I made a rule. Any two people. ANY! The Double C and The Big C in the closet for seven minutes. That’s three Cs, right Calvin?”
“Si,” he replied, grinning.
“NO!” said Claire, shaking her head.
“Rules are rules, Claire,” said Calvin taking her hand.
Liz threw back her head and laughed while another cheerleader held the door to the closet open. Calvin pulled Claire inside. She had to duck under the coat rack, sitting on a trash bag of clothing in the corner. The door closed and they were in darkness.
“I’m not doing anything with you,” said Claire.
Calvin was silent for a moment. “We have to kiss at least.”
“The rules don’t say we have to do anything. We’ll just sit here for the seven minutes.” Claire jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders.
Calvin massaged her shoulder. She was tense but began to relax. “We’ll just kiss. I know better, but they’ll think you’re a racist if we don’t at least kiss.”
His hands felt good on her shoulders and she began to loosen up. Truthfully, the fact that he was black was the main reason she was reluctant and that he was half a foot shorter than she was. She thought of Tom and how he’d loathe it if she made out with his rival. That made her reconsider. “Alright. You can kiss me,” but that’s all.”
Calvin pulled her forward. Seated, her head was slightly lower than Calvin’s. Their noses touched and she turned her head sideways as his lips pressed hers. They made out for a minute before Calvin’s tongue began pushing between her lips. She pushed back, her tongue slipping into his mouth. She moved her hands to his shoulders but slid them down his arms, his biceps felt so big and hard. Calvin’s hands slid down her sides. In the dark, it was so easy to forget he was a little black man. His hands were on her waist, moving under her shirt and touching her bare flesh. The hands moved over to cup her breasts over her bra, kneading them. Claire went to push him away, her hands pushing on his chest, but encountering the hard brick wall of his pectorals. Instead of pushing, she let her hands run across his muscular chest and before she knew it, his hands were under her bra, tweaking her nipples which were soon rock hard and sending spasms of desire down to her crotch. He kept playing with her right nipple while his other hand grabbed her wrist and moved it down to his knee, releasing it. Her hand squeezed his knee, he moved his leg and she found herself frowning as her hand slid over a hard knob, larger than a golf ball attached to a thick shaft. She squeezed it wondering what the hell she was touching? Her hand started to explore what felt like an impossibly huge…
“TIMES UP!” yelled a classmate opening the door. “WHOA!”
Claire opened her eyes, pulling back as Calvin jerked his hands out from under her shirt. She felt flushed and was breathing heavily. Calvin turned and walked out of the closet, giving some teammates a thumbs up.
“Yeah! Big C!” shouted some, applauding, most jealously.
Claire flushed some more and followed him. Liz was collapsed on a couch, half passed out and the quarters game was over, though the gathering around the table had grown. They were the only two that had to go in the closet that night. Calvin approached her, a cocky grin across his face, asking if she needed a ride home. She had a ride and declined. He called her the next day, but she didn’t answer. He texted her the following day, asking if she wanted to get out that night, but she didn’t respond to that either. He was a good kisser, but there was no way she would ever date a black man and a short one at that. A week later, Tom had called, apologizing for being a fool, and wanting to get back together. She agreed to talk and drove five hours to his college the next weekend. The next time she saw Calvin he was bussing tables at a restaurant downtown when Tom had come home for Thanksgiving.
**********
“What are you thinking about?” asked Tom. They were nearing their home.
“Just thinking about Calvin back in high school,” she answered with a sigh. She’d never told Tom about their seven-minute make-out session. “He was so strong.”
“Shame. He was our big track star and his legs…” Tom shook his head. He wasn’t on the track team and never felt jealous of Calvin for being so good at track. “Well, you know what, despite the circumstances, it was nice seeing everyone.”
“Yes, it was,” she agreed. “There are other benefits too.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Drinking makes me horny.”
Tom sat up straight and hit the gas.
Twenty minutes later, she pushed down on his spent prick, keeping it plugging his seed inside her. She looked down at her husband. Drinking made her horny, but drinking in the afternoon always put him fast asleep. He’d fallen asleep seconds after cumming inside her.
But she was still horny.
**********
Two days later, Claire pulled down the drive to Calvin’s house. It was a two-story colonial-style home with a two-car garage on a decent parcel of land. The home was surrounded by woods with a farm field nearby. Quiet and private just like Claire enjoyed. She and Tom had a nice house, but it was in a rich neighborhood with lots of neighbors and children.
Calvin had an intercom doorbell and told her to come on in. He was seated on the couch, cane across his knees watching the news. “Claire, I’m so happy you agreed to do this,” he said, smiling at her.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. Happy to help.”
“Can you help me up and we’ll get going to the medical center?”
Claire bent over and put her arm around him, helping as he pushed himself to his feet.
The first day went quickly. She sat in the doctor’s waiting room for nearly two hours. On the way home, Calvin had a shopping list for her. He waited in the car while she bought his supplies. Back at the house, she put his supplies away and made him a sandwich. Calvin’s legs couldn’t make it up the stairs and he’d moved into the downstairs guestroom. She washed his sheets and some of his clothes for him.
Her duty list was light, Calvin was funny, genuinely grateful for her, and pleasant to talk to. She left for the day happy she’d agreed to take the job.
The second day, the delivery man dropped off a large box for Calvin. It was a walker. “The day is coming when the cane won’t be good enough,” said Calvin. “Help me put it together?”
“Of course.” She opened the box for him. Calvin wanted to do it but needed her help to hand her the parts. There were only a few parts so it wasn’t much of a chore. Claire glanced up above Calvin’s large flat-screen TV. He had a large poster-sized ****** portrait on the wall. It was probably from around fifteen years ago, Calvin looked the age he had in high school. There was another young black boy beside him, only ten or eleven, but taller than Calvin. His parents stood behind the two boys, the father tall, but the mother was short close to Calvin’s height. His parents had died in a car accident some ten years ago. “I forgot you had a brother,” she commented.
“Yeah, Clarence,” he answered, tightening a screw. “That should do it.” Calvin used his muscular arms to pull himself up and lean on the walker. He tested it, walking around. “Hate to say it, but this thing is easier than the cane.” He walked towards the kitchen, wincing each time he took a step. “At least it’s not a wheelchair.”
“Want lunch?” She asked, and he nodded in response. She made them grilled cheese, adding some chips to their plates. After lunch, he wanted to play a video game with her. She cleaned up the cardboard and packaging from the walker as Calvin sat down on the couch and fired up the console.
She wasn’t a gamer but caught on how to use the controller quickly enough. It was an NBA video game and he was quite skilled, crushing her. Just when she thought she had a chance of sinking a ball at one point, he stole it from her and dunked. “You stink,” she said, looking at the score of 84-0.
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
“No, I mean it. You stink.” She leaned over, wrinkling her nose at him. “How long since you’ve had a bath?”
“More than a week?”
“Over a week!” Claire was a clean freak and was appalled.
Calvin turned the machine and the TV off. He looked over at her. “This is where it gets awkward,” he said.
“What?”
“I need a shower.”
“Yeah, you do.”
Calvin smirked. “I need help getting a shower.”
“OH!” Claire sat back, eyes opening wide in surprise. “I hadn’t thought of that, but you do need a bath. Can I run the tub for you?”
Calvin shook his head. “The tub is upstairs and the stairs are too much for me and there’s only a shower downstairs. I’ve had bars put in and can hold myself up, but I need someone to wash me.”
“Could you wear a swimsuit or something?”
“Kind of defeats the purpose,” he said. “But if it’s too much…” Calvin shrugged.
Claire sat silently for a moment. She glanced back up at the Custis ****** portrait. “What about your brother? Does he live nearby?”
“An hour away, but he can’t get away for another eight years. He’s in prison.”
“Oh…OH!” she said. “Sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, I miss him,” said Calvin. “Nothing serious, but when a black man gets caught selling weed in this state, he gets a long sentence and now I’m having weed prescribed to me by a doctor. I call bull shit!” Calvin glanced up at the portrait. “He’d be here for me if he could.”
“Alright,” she sighed. “Looks like bathing you is now part of my job description. No big deal. We’re both grownups so no joking around, okay?”
“I’ll be as embarrassed as you,” he replied, but couldn’t hide his grin.
It would be a much bigger deal then Claire thought.
**********
“Ready,” yelled Claire, testing how hot the water was. The shower was large, square, with a glass door. The bars were placed under the showerhead and against the back. There wasn’t a washcloth, just a bottle of body wash.
Calvin entered the room from the adjoining bedroom. He had a towel tied around his waist. Claire stepped back from the entrance glancing at him, her eyes couldn’t help sweeping down his bare chest. Calvin’s upper torso looked sculpted from ebony. His chest had huge defined pecs, with a rippled six-pack beneath. His thin waste tapered out into a broad chest with bulging biceps. She forced her face to remain impassive despite how impressed she was. Tom was getting a paunch and she missed his younger hard body though it had never come close to Calvin’s physique.
Calvin hobbled up to the shower and placed one hand on her shoulder for balance as he released his cane. She helped him in until his left hand could grab the bar. Water was striking his chest and running down soaking his towel. “Can you get the towel?”
“Of course,” she replied, keeping her face impassive as she reached down for the knot around his waist. She might not even need to see his penis. It would probably be shrunken into his scrotum like her husband did when he was cold. She could look away when she washed his crotch. She held the knot, pulling the towel away. “JESUS!”
Calvin smirked, holding his head just out from the shower spray. “What’s wrong?”
“I uh… wasn’t expecting…” She couldn’t take her eyes off Calvin’s penis. It wasn’t shrunken into his scrotum. It wasn’t resting over his balls or dangling. It had sprung up out of the towel, sticking straight out, slightly bent down, the black head of his prick was bigger than a golf ball, the shaft ending at least a foot from the base of his crotch with the head another two inches around. “Your penis to be so…”
“Large?” he chuckled. “Why do you think they called me The Big C?
Her eyes were still glued to the little black man’s huge penis. “Because… because your short and your name’s Calvin.”
“It’s because I have a big cock. I preferred The BBC, but that was too much.”
“BBC?”
“Big Black Cock.” He laughed again. “Of course, no announcer was going to say, another touchdown by the big black cock or home run by the…” Calvin paused waiting.
“Big black cock,” she muttered, still in disbelief at the bobbing monstrosity before her eyes.
“Exactly,” he responded, his cocky smirk growing larger.
Calvin took another step, holding his head down under the water until he could lift it so that the shower struck his chest and he could place his hand on the other bar. Water was splashing on Claire’s tank top now. “What now?”
“Body wash is down there. Just wash what you can.”
Claire stooped down. The bottle of soap was near the bar under the shower and reaching for it put her eye level with the big black cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was big. It was black. And cock seemed more appropriate for something so much bigger than Tom’s penis. It looked obscenely large on such a short man and a man with such weak legs, but oddly natural sticking out from underneath his muscular torso. Her hand closed around the black bottle of soap, probably as big around as the big black cock, she guessed standing back up, finally forcing her eyes off it.
Claire squirted some lotion into her palm, leaning in, she began lathering up his back. She’d assumed a washcloth would have been in the shower and hadn’t counted on her hand touching his skin. She’d never run her hands over such a hard-muscular back. It was as impressive as his front torso. She poured some more wash in her palm and moved down, his butt cheeks were as hard and firm as the rest of him. She wasn’t about to run her hands down the crack between his cheeks. Claire squatted, more water splashing off his body onto her face and top. This is where her brow furrowed with concern. No doubt his emaciated legs had once been as powerful as the rest of his body. She lathered up the closest leg, also gently massaging it for him. There were still some muscles in his thigh and calves, but apparently, every step he took caused Calvin pain. He was fooling himself to think the walker was all he needed. He needed a wheelchair.
She leaned for the farther leg, eyes opening wide in surprise when she glanced between his legs. Calvin had a wide stance and his scrotum was hanging down between his legs. Not surprisingly, it was sized to go with the big black cock. Each testicle could have been a tennis ball shoved into a wrinkly black sock. There wasn’t quite room for them both in the sack and one hung lower than the other. Tom’s balls were the size of small walnuts and ejaculated maybe a teaspoon worth of runny semen which she found messy and disgusting. What kind of volume would these huge balls ejaculate?
“Let me turn around,” said Calvin.
Claire had visions of being slapped by the big black cock when he turned, so she stood back up. She needn’t have worried, Calvin struggled to turn, moving slowly. He was wincing in pain and concentration. The big C was still sticking out, slightly angled down. Finally, he turned his back on the spray. His hips were thrust out, his cock stabbing outward. Claire noticed his crotch was hairless either from falling out from the chemo or he shaved it and it made his cock look even longer.
She filled her palm with body wash again. He held his head down and she lathered up his scalp and the sides of his head. He raised his head, putting it under the spray and she took the opportunity to stare at his cock again while filling her palm with more wash. It was so big, looking more like it belonged on a horse than a short black man. Powerful veins crisscrossed the shaft keeping it pumped full of blood. She wondered if he was embarrassed about getting an erection while she bathed him. He raised his head back out of the spray and she quickly turned her attention away from his cock.
Claire’s hand was overflowing with body wash, she’d been so distracted she just kept squeezing the bottle into her palm. She placed both hands on his chest, rubbing the lotion into a lather. Now she was just as fascinated with running her hands over his muscular chest as she was staring at his cock. She washed his arm muscles, squeezing the biceps that were taut from holding himself up. Something was fascinating about the contrast of her white hands on his black muscular chest. Her hand went lower over his abdominals and she needed more lotion.
She stared at his cock as she filled her hand again. “I’ll just do around your crotch, okay?” She placed her hand back on his stomach, working up a lather as she moved down. His smooth pubic mound felt weird but was oddly sexy. Her palm rubbed down the sides of the root of his shaft, she stooped a little moving her hand down under. She hadn’t meant to rub his balls, but she ended up washing them and feeling their weight in her palm. They were so big she could only hold one. Claire frowned, staring down at his big black cock. It was swelling and had straightened out.
“Can you give the shaft a good cleaning?” he asked, gasping for breath.
“I shouldn’t,” she responded, watching her hand wrap around the root, holding it.
“Just a lathering. It hasn’t been washed in a while. The glans too.”
Claire gulped. Without even thinking about it, her hand was gliding down the big black cock, squeezing and rubbing over the head. It expanded in her grip. Her hand slid back down to the root, feeling his pulse within the thick shaft of his black cock. “It’s getting bigger!” she said, staring at it in shock. The shaft had now risen, his cock slightly bent up, a swollen fourteen inch rock-hard black cock. Her hand stroked back up to the head.
“Oh god,” he sobbed. “I’m getting an erection.”
“You weren’t already hard?” She couldn’t believe it.
“It’s always like that when I haven’t cum in a while.” He sobbed again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, releasing his cock. It bobbed up and down.
“Claire look at me?” he asked. She was slightly stooped, but he still had to look up to meet her eyes. “I’m begging you, Claire. Please keep jerking off my cock.”
“No way,” she gasped. “I shouldn’t have even cleaned it.”
Calvin took a deep breath. “Claire. Normally I wouldn’t ask this of you. I haven’t had a real erection since my chemo started. I really need to get off. It’s been too long and I don’t know if I’ll ever get another one.”
“You do it,” she said, not staring at him, but at the thick black cock still covered in lather.
Calvin shrugged, nodding his head towards both of his arms holding himself up. “I can’t.”
“I’ll help you to the bed.”
“It won’t stay hard by the time I make it to the bed with all the pain walking causes me. Please? This could very well be the last orgasm I have before I…” He looked at her pleading when she glanced back up at him. “Before I… you know?”
She reached out and grabbed his shaft, her heart skipping a beat when she touched it again. “Tom would kill me if he knew I was giving you a hand job.”
“You’re not, you’re just giving it a thorough washing, understand?”
Claire squirted some more wash along the shaft, tossing the bottle on the shower floor. She jerked it a few inches at a time to get a good lather going. “Didn’t know this was in my job description,” she said, half complaining. The other half was fascinated with Calvin’s black cock and what her hand was doing to it.
“It’s not and I’ll never ask you again.”
Claire’s hand got back to the head again. “It’s so big, Calvin” She lathered it up, giving the shaft long strokes this time, moving her hand along the tube quickly. Her wedding ring glistened on the white hand holding the big black cock, the black cock of her husband’s chief rival in high school. She switched hands, feeling less guilty not using her ring hand. Calvin moaned, enjoying it. She felt a swell of pride, knowing she was doing him a big favor though she had the strangest feeling that she was privileged to be holding such a powerful cock. He moaned again and she glanced up at him. His eyes weren’t closed and he wasn’t staring at her hand on his cock. He was staring at her chest. She looked down; her shirt was soaked thru as was her bra. The wet material clung tightly to her large bosom and her nipples were visible through both the bra and top which were so wet, some of the pinkish colors were visible. Her nipples were also rock hard. She hadn’t been aware of it, but now that she saw them, she was aware of a painful, needful ache coming from her throbbing nipples.
Claire’s right hand was tiring quickly at the unfamiliar motions. She was left-handed and switched back to her other hand, watching her engagement and wedding rings sliding along the top of Calvin’s cock. She turned her hand so that the symbols of her and Tom’s love was hidden on the other side of his cock. She jerked her hand faster, the gap between her thumb and fingers growing as his cock expanded.
“FFUUCCKK!!” cried Calvin.
His cock jerked. A large wad of semen flew out of the head. “Jesus,” she said again, watching it strike the back of the shower. It resembled the white gel of the body wash and his ejaculate would have overflowed her palm and that was just the first wad. His cock bucked again and again like it was trying to break free of her grip. Equally large wads of semen spewed forth from the head with each jerk. She could feel his cock pumping out his sperm in her grasp. She didn’t stop jerking it, her hand helping to coax out more of his seed. His sperm was now coating the opposite wall of the shower, large globs of it running down to the floor, making their way towards the drain. The blasts weren’t reaching the wall now, falling shorter and shorter until there were only little squirts spitting out of the head. She ran her hand up along his shaft over the plum-sized head, squeezing out the last of his seed which coated her fingers. Claire finally released it, holding her palm up and examining the thick viscous fluid running over her fingers. What was on her hand alone was the equivalent of one of Tom’s entire ejaculations. “And I thought Tom was messy,” she mumbled.
“What was that?” asked Calvin, he was gasping for breath, slouching as his powerful arms held him up.
“I said you’re messy.” She reached out, holding her hand under the shower rinsing his sperm off.
“Thank you,” he gasped. “I haven’t cum in six months. Guess I built up a lot.” Calvin was recovering his strength, wincing as he put some pressure on his legs and turned himself back around. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It was still swollen, the head a blackish-purple, and it looked like it was about to cum again. He turned, holding it under the shower, the water parting around his shaft. “You did me a big favor, Claire. I can’t thank you enough. I’ll never ask you to do anything like that again.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” she replied, flexing her left hand and wiggling her fingers to loosen them up.
Calvin dipped his head under the water. He looked out, droplets glistening on his head. “I’m getting tired of holding myself up. Can you grab the walker?”
She nodded and hurried out to get the walker. When she returned, she helped him out. His cock had deflated. It grew out a little from his crotch and dangled down still nearly eleven inches long. He grasped the walker and stepped out of the shower, his cock slapping from thigh to thigh. She pulled a towel off a nearby rack and began drying him off, starting with his head and moving down until she was wiping off his crotch and cock. When she moved the towel down to his weak legs, his cock was sticking out again. “What now?” she asked.
“That wiped me out. Help me to bed, I think I’ll take a nap.” She helped him to the adjoining bedroom. Calvin sat on the bed, the strain on his face relaxing as he took the pressure off his legs. He laid back, lying nude on top of the covers, his cock was floppy again, it hung over his thigh, the end resting on his bedspread. His eyes flickered down to her breasts, her wet top clung to her skin showing her bra and white flesh. Her nipples were still prominently hard. “If you could make me a sandwich and leave it in the fridge for dinner, you can take off early so you can change out of that wet top.”
“Okay. Sure, thanks.”
“Wear your bikini next time so you don’t get your clothes wet. It would be easier if you just got in the shower with me.”
“Next time? Yeah, good idea,” she said, her eyes transfixed on the huge cock laying across his thigh. She wasn’t about to wear her bikini in the shower with him, but she had a modest one-piece. “Well, I’ll see it tomorrow then… see you tomorrow I mean.”
“Yes, see you tomorrow. And Claire, thanks again.”
“Thank you… I mean, you’re welcome.”
**********
“Damn Claire!”
Claire slammed her pussy down onto Tom’s dick, bouncing as fast as she could in his lap. “It feels so good, baby,” she moaned. “Ohhh yes,” she whispered, trembling as she had a rare orgasm.
“UNH!” Tom raised his hips, his penis squirting his seed in his wife.
She collapsed on Tom, giving him a passionate kiss. “That was great, baby,” she whispered in his ear.
“Yeah, wow!” said Tom in a pleasant daze. “It’s hotter without the condom.” His penis shriveled, shrinking its way to plop out of her pussy. “What got into you?”
“I don’t know,” she lied, images of Calvin’s cock filling her mind. “I might be ovulating.”
Tom patted her ass. “Let me up. I’m going to take a quick shower. His semen had leaked out of her, leaving his crotch a sticky mess.
Claire rolled off. She watched Tom, slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom. His once athletic body was fading. He had a paunch hanging over his little penis and his ass was flabby. Her mind couldn’t help comparing what she was seeing to Calvin’s hard muscular body. She’d never seen a better male physique then she had on Calvin. Only Tom’s legs were superior to their old classmates.
Claire hopped out of bed when Tom shut the door. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open. Claire retrieved her bundled up bikini and unfolded it. It was a tiny string bikini that she’d bought for their honeymoon. It was black and the contrast looked good on her white skin. Just like the contrast of her white hand spreading lather across Calvin’s black-skinned chest. It had been skimpy on her younger double C cup breasts and she’d gotten plenty of stares holding hands with her new husband strolling down a beach in Aruba. Now that her breasts had expanded, the bikini was even smaller on her and she no longer wore it in public. The meter reader had once caught her sunbathing by their pool and his eyes bugged out staring at her half-naked body. She wrapped a towel around her waist, fleeing back inside in embarrassment, but found herself fingering herself on her bed a few minutes later.
She set the bikini down on top of the clothes in her dresser and dug around for her one-piece swimsuit. It was modest, but still hugged her curves and looked great on her. The bikini showed off way too much of her body to wear in a shower with Calvin.
“Wear your bikini next time,” echoed Calvin’s voice in her head. He hadn’t framed it as a question. Her bikini showed off too much of her body. Show off your body. Maybe it would make his cock hard again? Then she could… Her left hand curled imagining she was holding his hard cock again.
It was like she wanted to jerk him off again! She kind of did and it made her feel naughty.
Tomorrow’s agenda was to take Calvin to his gym so he could lift weights. Her workout clothes were in the same drawer. It consisted of a black sports bra and black yoga pants that looked incredibly sexy on her. She wore it to her yoga classes or jogging. Her big tits bouncing up and down as she jogged had male drivers hitting their breaks to avoid accidents on two separate occasions. Again, the black on white contrast looked great on her. Like the contrast of her white hand sliding down Calvin’s hard black stomach towards his shaved crotch.
Tom finished and she took his place in the shower to wash her crotch off. Afterward, she joined him in bed and fell fast asleep.
**********
Claire woke up horny. She couldn’t recall the sex dream, but it had been hot and was just getting good when Tom woke her. She thought about making him late for work, but he was already adjusting his tie and had a house to show this morning. She considered masturbating, but she needed to get over to Calvin’s.
Claire took a shower and naked walked over to her dresser, pulling the drawer open.
“Wear your bikini next time.”
Claire retrieved the bikini from the drawer and pulled the panty on, trying to stretch it out to cover more of her crotch and ass. She had the same problem with the top, tugging the material one way and then the other to make sure her nipples were completely covered. The areolae were as big around as Calvin’s cock… as a thin energy drink can and for some reason the plump nipples in their centers were also rising.
This is a bad idea, she thought, staring at her body in the mirror. Apart from one lucky meter reader, only Tom had seen her in this bikini since her honeymoon and she hadn’t even worn it for him in years. The one-piece would be much more appropriate, she thought, reaching for it, but she couldn’t wear a one-piece under her workout clothes and Calvin had specifically told her to wear a bikini.
Claire withdrew her hand and pulled her sports bra on over the bikini top. Then she stepped into the tight yoga pants. “Idiot,” she said, smacking herself on the head. Her gym outfit was Lycra and she could wear it in the shower without displaying so much of her body to Calvin.
Calvin gave a low whistle when she walked into his house. She grinned and turned her hips, giving him a fake pose. He was wearing a white tank top that hugged his hard muscles and bared his black muscular arms. The contrast was sexy, his white shirt on his dark black skin, much as the contrast of her black bikini on her white skin was sexy on her. Bland gray drawstring sweatpants covered him from the waist down and now that she knew what to look for, she easily picked out the large tubular swell running down one leg. “Ready?” he asked, using the walker to head towards his front door.
“Ready boss,” she answered, trying not to cry when she saw the pained expression on his face each time he put pressure down on his feet.
“Cut that boss shit out,” he said, slowly following her to her car. “We weren’t close in high school, but we were friends and you're helping me out as a friend.”
“Thanks,” she said, helping him into her front seat. “I feel closer to you since yester…” She froze, blushing.
“You did get pretty close, yesterday,” said Calvin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he buckled the seat belt.
“I meant getting to know you better,” she blurted out.
“Don’t be embarrassed, but that was the best thing to happen to me in six months,” he told her seriously, as she got in the driver’s seat.
Claire was embarrassed; she didn’t talk much during the drive to the gym.
Calvin was popular wherever he went and his gym was no exception. Employees and clientele all knew him by name. Claire helped him a little, but mostly he needed a male trainer to help with the heavier weights he was lifting. Claire got in a great workout herself, spending time on an exercise bike, treadmill, and some light weightlifting herself.
Calvin looked sad when she returned to where he was bench pressing. The trainer was just placing the weights back on the rack. Calvin was breathing heavily, his skin glistening with sweat. His arms were bulging from the exercise. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “That’s a lot of weight!”
“325,” said the trainer with an Eastern European accent. His eyes swept down Claire’s body. “If you ever need a trainer, let me know. I’d give you a good workout.”
He was plug-ugly with a big bull neck and a unibrow, but he was a powerful masculine man and his innuendo had her nipples aching. She felt a flutter in her pussy. “No thanks,” she responded. Claire didn’t know what was wrong with her but suspected her desire to get pregnant was the culprit. Her body had been responding to male attention since going off birth control a year ago. “That’s a lot of weight,” she said, turning her attention to Calvin.
“It was 400 a year ago,” said Calvin. “380 six months ago.” He stared at the ceiling for a minute, lost in thoughts of his rapidly declining health.
Calvin was still silent as she helped him back into her car. He did pipe up to say that he was hungry and she pulled up to a drive-thru to get them lunch. “You worked up quite a sweat,” she said, turning onto his driveway. “Would you like a shower?”
Calvin sat up in his seat. “That’s probably a good idea,” he answered. “I figured I could get by with a shower every other day so you wouldn’t have to wash me, but I hadn’t counted on the gym today. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I could use one?”
“No, I don’t mind,” she said, feeling the flutter in her pussy again. “We’ll shower right after lunch.” Claire pulled up to his mailbox and grabbed the mail for him before turning down his driveway. Calvin had opened a manilla envelope and was reading through its contents silently. He quietly pushed it back into the envelope, sighing. “You okay?”
“Good news.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“You don’t have to take me to chemo Monday.”
“Oh? OH!” Claire glanced over at him. “I’m sorry, Calvin.”
He shrugged. “It seemed to work at first, but the shit just spread too fast. It’s not just my legs that hurt anymore. I can feel it in my bones. My remaining quality of life will be better without it.”
Claire blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. “Hey,” she looked over at him, parking the car. “Fuck cancer.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling at her. “Fuck cancer.” He wasn’t dead yet.
Claire pulled his walker out of her trunk and came around to help him out of her car. “Look,” she said. “If there’s anywhere you’d like to go…”
“It hurts too much to walk.”
“Then swallow your pride and get a wheelchair. I’m serious Calvin. If there’s anything I can do for you or anything you need me to handle, I’m here for you.”
“Well,” he said, grinning despite the pain of walking along beside her. “If anything comes up, I’ll let you handle it.”
“Great,” said Claire. “I’m happy to help.”
**********
“Ready,” she yelled from the bathroom, testing the shower.
“Did you wear your bikini?” He called back from the bedroom.
“Yeah, but I figured I could wear my workout clothes.”
“Oh, I was hoping to shower with a hot girl in a bikini.” He slowly walked into the room.
“Classic Calvin,” she said, smiling and looking up. The smile faded when her eyes fell on his cock. It was sticking out again, slightly angled down just as it had the first time, she’d seen it. The head bobbed slightly. She quit staring when he spoke.
“I figured you’d already seen it, so why bother with a towel.” He made his way to the shower and she helped him in. He turned, looking over her shoulder. “You look hot as hell in that, but I was hoping for a bikini.
Claire released his arm when he grabbed the bars. He was looking at her when she stepped back and pulled the sports bra off over her head. She glanced down, quickly covering her breasts with her arm as part of her areola was showing. She adjusted the cup and reached down for the waist of her yoga pants, wiggling them down around her hips. “Alright, I’ll throw you a bone.” Claire straightened up, letting him look at her. He did and she could see the approval in his eyes.
“Your body’s incredible.”
“Thanks. I haven’t even let Tom see me in this for years.”
“I consider myself lucky.” Calvin faced the corner, holding his head under the water as she stepped in behind him.
Claire bent down for the bottle of body wash. She lathered up her hands and massaged his scalp, the water quickly washing the suds away. Some more lotion and she watched her slim white hands rubbing the lotion into his shoulders and back. She squatted, washing his butt cheeks and weakened legs.
“That feels good Claire,” said Calvin. “My physical therapist says that massaging my legs would help with blood flow. Would that be something you’d be willing to do for me?”
“Of course,” she replied. “Turn around.” Calvin took his time, putting more weight on his legs and turning slowly. She stared down at his cock, slowly swinging around. Exactly how big was that monster? Twelve inches? Thirteen? It had pushed fourteen when he’d finally started ejaculating yesterday.
Claire took her eyes off it, standing on her tiptoes as she stepped forwards. Calvin closed his eyes as she washed his face. “Aah!” she gasped, coming back down on the flat of her feet. She stared down between their bodies in horrified fascination. Calvin was staring down also. His cock had slipped between her thighs and she was straddling the fat shaft. She could its heat between her legs as it pushed up against her crotch. Claire stepped back, it slid out an inch, feeling so good, she felt guilty and stood back up on her tiptoes until it had cleared her thighs.
“Guess I’m throwing you a bone now.”
“Guess you are,” she muttered, staring at the swollen cock. It had risen again, now angled up. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, pulling the head up over her pubic mound before reluctantly releasing it. She stepped forward again, the head sliding up her stomach and over her navel. Claire went back to washing his shoulders and chest, conscious of his cock pushing against her stomach. Her breasts were pushing into his face, but he wasn’t complaining. Her hand ran down his stomach to just under his navel.
Claire stepped back. She stared at his cock and then down at the bottle of body wash. She could quit now. He was clean enough. There was no need to wash anymore. The shower had washed his sweat off. Claire bent down and poured more of the wash on her palm. She started rubbing into his bald crotch and around the shaft down to massage it into his heavy balls. Claire took a breath and moved her hand up to the shaft, wrapping her fingers around it. She ran her sudsy hand along the shaft and up to the head, giving it a little squeeze. She stroked her hand back down to the base. There it was clean.
She didn’t let go. She raised her head from staring at her slim white hand holding his dark black cock. She slid it back up about halfway, staring him in the eyes. “Would you like me to…”
“I promised I wouldn’t ask you to do that again,” he answered.
“Would you like me to…” He didn’t respond. He stared at her waiting. His cock twitched in her hand. “Would you like me to jerk your cock off again?”
“I’d love it.”
Claire stroked his shaft, letting her hand run to the head and down to the base, increasing speed. “It’s so big, Calvin,’ she whispered. She chuckled. “I guess it’s working again,” she said, referring to him telling her about having erectile dysfunction.
“It must like you,” he said. His words making her hand stroke faster. “It sure likes that bikini.”
Claire blushed. She could feel her nipples hardening, stretching out the fabric of her bikini so that it revealed hints of her areola. “I like your cock, Calvin.” Claire almost gasped when it swelled in her hand.
“Good. Then you’ll jerk it off whenever I want you to?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding her head, watching her hand stroking the thick black cock. She reached out and tried to use her other hand to help it along, but reaching down was awkward.
“Try kneeling,” suggested Calvin.
Claire stooped then kneeled, the drain right between her thighs. Claire looked up at him and gasped. This position was so different, she immediately felt the bottom of her bikini panty turn wet as her arousal grew. No longer was she staring down at a little black man with weak legs, now she was staring up at an incredibly masculine well-muscled man with a giant black cock the end of which was bobbing just under her nose.
Claire stared down his shaft, reaching down for the bottle of body wash and squirting more in her hand. Wrapping both her hands around Calvin’s cock, she began jerking it off again. It was easier in this position and felt more natural kneeling before him. Claire hoped he was appreciating that she was doing this for him, but the more she saw his cock, the longer she stroked it, she began to feel grateful he was allowing her to do this for him.
“You have amazing stamina,” she told him, her arms tiring. She tried twisting her hands around his shaft as she stroked it.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to suck it?” he asked.
“I…” Claire was shocked by his request. “I couldn’t.” She stared down at the plum-sized head of his cock appearing every time she moved her hands down. It was only six or eight inches from her mouth.
“I understand,” said Calvin, sighing. “I’d just really love one last blow job before…” He paused. “Before you know?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, truly meaning it. “I couldn’t cheat on Tom. I shouldn’t even be doing this for you.”
“Well, I don’t think a blow job is cheating, but I don’t want you to do anything your uncomfortable with.” Calvin sighed again. “Would you…?”
“Would I what?”
“Would you at least take your top off?”
“Calvin!”
“Please? I’d love to see your breasts and that bikini doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’ll help me cum faster.”
Claire released his cock. It bobbed, swollen and glistening before her eyes as she reached under her hair behind her neck and pulled the string on her top. It fell as she reached behind her back and pulled the last string.
“Jesus,” he muttered as her areola and swollen nipples appeared. “They’re magnificent!”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling at him. She squirted another dollop of lotion into her hand before she went back to working on getting him off.
“Arch your back a little.”
Claire sat up and arched her back. He was looking down at her jerking off his cock framed by her breasts. “This helping?”
“A little,” he muttered. “Could you try…”
“Calvin! You’re lucky I’m doing this for you.”
“I know. I know,” he said quickly. Claire looked up at him frowning. The shower was striking his back, but his head was beaded with sweat and looked like he was straining. “I want you to try talking dirty to me to speed things up.”
“Talking dirty?”
“You told me you like it. Keep telling me how much you like it.”
Claire was concerned by the strained look on his face. “I like your cock,” she told him again. Her arms were tiring, but she stroked it faster. “I love your cock. God Calvin, your cock is so big.”
“That’s good,” he moaned. “What color is it?”
“Black! Your black cock is so big, Calvin. I love your big black cock.” Claire was finding this hot and waves of arousal were lubricating her pussy.
“Is it the biggest you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes, this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” She stroked faster, determined that his stamina would not outlast the strength in her arms.
“Is it bigger than Tom’s?” He threw his head back, groaning, the water striking his bald pate.
“So much bigger,” she said, knowing this was wrong. She only hesitated a moment. “Your big black cock is so much bigger than Tom’s little penis.”
“Oh god Claire,” he groaned.
His cock was bigger in her hands, more swollen, and even harder. He was getting close. She stared in horror at the huge swollen head only inches from her face and breasts. “Wait! You’re not going to shoot as much as you did, yesterday are you?”
“Oh no,” he moaned. “That was six months’ worth.”
Claire looked down at the head of his cock now an angry purplish black. “It looks like it’s about to explo…”
Calvin thrust his cock through her hands, the head was inches from her open mouth when it did explode. “UNNHH!” he grunted.
Claire was caught off guard, as the first strand of his semen shot out from the head, filling her mouth. She clamped her lips down, swallowing it, releasing his cock. She stared cross-eyed down at the head as it reared up, blasting another wave of semen on her face. She closed her eyes just in time as one of his large loads of ejaculate splattered over her face. Claire could feel his sperm spraying all over her tits and striking her face again as she wiped her eyes clear. His cock was bobbing out of control spraying semen all over her upper torso. She grabbed it and held it still, jerking his remaining sperm out and stream after stream of his hot seed shot out to splatter on her breasts. She licked her lips, tasting more of his seed and liking what she tasted. Having him cum all over her was the most erotic moment of her life.
“Wow,” he groaned, relaxing his arms and wincing as he put more pressure on his feet.
Her hands moved up his swollen shaft one last time, an inch-long strand of semen dangling from the urethra. Claire knew she shouldn’t, but she was lost in the moment. She leaned forward and let her tongue lap up the last remnant off the tip of his cock. He moaned again.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to cum as much,” she said, looking warily at him as she pushed herself off the floor and stood. She ran the tips of her fingers up over large globs of sperm dripping off her breasts.
“I didn’t. That was a pretty normal load.”
“That’s not normal,” she muttered, the semen covering two of her fingers was as much as one of Tom’s entire orgasms.
“Hey, the balls match the cock,” he said grinning. His eyes were on her hands, she was staring fascinated at the semen coating her fingers. “Rub my seed into your tits.”
“What?” she looked up.
“Rub my seed on your tits.”
Claire stared at him in shock, but her fingers were coming up to her nipples, rubbing his sperm all over them. She whimpered at the sensitivity of her nipples. He was staring intently at her breasts. She slid her hands down, cupping them with her palms, running her hands all over breasts. Calvin was so black yet his semen was whiter than Tom’s. It had the consistency of the body wash she’d been rubbing all over his body, more pudding thick then Tom’s watery seed. “My god, Calvin! How?” She was staring down at his cock. It had been sticking out, bent down, but had straightened up nearly fully erect again, expanding before her eyes.
“I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you, Claire,” he said, earnestly. Claire’s cheeks turned crimson. “I’m serious. You’re perfect. You get the blood flowing straight to the old Big C.” He winced, his cheeks turning crimson too, but not from embarrassment, from pain.
“Calvin, are you okay?”
“I need to get out of here.” He was gasping for air.
Claire’s brows furrowed with worry. She took his arm and helped him out of the shower to his walker. “You need help?”
“Go ahead and clean up. I need to lay down.”
Claire turned, squealing as she thrust her body under the freezing water.
Calvin chortled. “Ran out of hot water ten minutes ago.”
Claire shivered, but squatted to grab the bottle of body wash, squirting some soap into her hand. Her brain pictured her hand holding Calvin’s cock, and shooting his seed in her hand. She rubbed the soap over her tits. Her arousal and the freezing water had her nipples pulling her areola out of her breasts even further. She washed quickly unable to take much more of this.
Claire stepped out of the shower. She was freezing and reaching for the towel when Calvin howled in pain. She forwent the towel and dripping hurried over to Calvin. He was moving so slowly; he hadn’t reached the bed yet. She grabbed his arm and wrapped her other arm around his shoulders. Her wet skin and breast pressed against him. He turned, releasing the walker and sat heavily on the bed sighing with relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead and bald pate. Despite his pain, his cock was still hard.
Claire bent down, grabbing his shoulders, holding him up. Her nipple swollen and throbbing right before his lips. Claire gasped when his mouth closed down around her entire nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Her pussy quivered, spasming as he suckled her nipple. It took all her willpower to push his head off when what she wanted was to pull him against her breast. She looked down at him, his eyes were closed and he was smacking his lips like he wanted her nipple back. She would have sworn her nipples couldn’t have grown any bigger, but the one he’d just had in his mouth was so engorged, her entire areola was sticking out of her breast. “Sorry,” he groaned.
“Look,” she said holding his shoulders but keeping her breasts clear of his mouth. “What we’re doing is fun and I like feeling naughty, but I’m a married woman and we need to set some ground rules. Okay?”
“I understand,” said Calvin. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Fine. I’ll keep jerking you off if it gives you some pleasure and I’ll take my top off if you like, but no touching. Understand?” He nodded in answer and she continued. “The panty stays on and no kissing. Some things are for Tom only. If you can follow my rules, I’ll keep jerking this big black cock off.” She reached down, wrapping her fingers lightly around his shaft, she ran her hand up and down his cock, caressing it and not stopping while she stared at him.
“Would you do it again, now?” he asked.
“I’ll try, but my arms are still tired.” He spread his legs while she kneeled and moved between them.
“There’s some lubricant in the drawer.” He leaned sideways and opened his drawer. “There’s something I want you to try.”
“Calvin! Don’t ruin this.” She took the lubricant and filled her palm, rubbing it into his shaft.
“This isn’t very different from jerking it off. I want you to use your tits.”
“What?”
“Squeeze my cock between your tits and use them to get it off.”
His cock was slick, black skin glistening in the light. She leaned in, hefting her breasts and engulfing his cock with her bosom. The head reared to her chin. Tom’s penis would have disappeared entirely between her large bosom. The lubricant worked well and she easily hefted her breasts up and down his shaft. “This isn’t so bad,” she said. He still looked weak. “Are you sure you can handle getting off again?”
Calvin looked sad but snorted. “I can get off all night. It’s my bones that hurt and despite the name, there’s no bone in my boner.” He smiled, but it was obvious he was hurting and just putting on a good face for her. “The legs are getting worse and I couldn’t take holding myself up in the shower much longer.”
“I’m sorry. Your arm muscles look great. I wouldn’t have…”
“You’re worth it, Claire. And it’s the bones, not the muscles. I’m going to need to put a bench in the shower and you’re right about the wheelchair. Eventually, I won’t be able to lift weights anymore and my arm muscles will start to atrophy. Luckily, I’m not expected to last long enough to see my arms start looking like my legs.” Claire was still bouncing her tits up and down his shaft even though she looked like she was about to cry. “I’ve accepted it Claire, but you’re helping me out more than you’ll ever know. Hey, all this sad talk isn’t going to get the Big C off again.”
Claire still looked sad, but she faked a smile. “How about some more dirty talk then?” She cupped her hands around the front of her breasts, nipples sticking out between her fingers. “I want your cum, Calvin. Spray your hot seed all over my big tits.” Claire’s fingers squeezed together pinching her nipples. “Mmmh!” she moaned as her nipples sent spasms of pleasure down to her pussy. “I want that big black cock to cum all over my big white titties,” she said seductively, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling in her womb.
“OH GAWD,” groaned Calvin, falling back on the bed, but holding his neck up so he could look down at her. “You’re a fucking natural at this Claire.” His head fell back. He was bucking his hips up through her tits. “You’re built for big black cock.”
“Mmmmh!” she moaned again, squeezing her nipples, and moving her fingers to pull at them. “Mmmmh…aah,” her moan turning to a squeal. His cock head thrusting up through her cleavage was a swollen angry black-purple again. “AAH!” her pussy spasmed as she came. Claire closed her eyes, ready for his orgasm, lowering her mouth to make contact with the head. Calvin’s hot seed filled her mouth again. Claire swallowed, body trembling from her orgasm. His cock withdrew, squirting cum up the canyon of her breasts and splattering her face. His cock thrust up, his semen striking her lower face. Claire licked around her lips lapping his seed up, holding her tongue out and catching another stream of sperm across her tongue. Semen continued erupting from Calvin’s cock, coating the tops of her breasts and flowing down to her hands. She lifted the tops of her hands, keeping her nipples pinched, letting his seed run down to her nipples. Claire finally quit pinching her nipples so that she could rub his semen around them again. Finally, she slid her breasts back and grabbed his cock at the base, stroking it upwards, pleased to see several small geysers of semen erupt from the head. It still wasn’t done cumming. Sperm flowed out of the head, running down the glans and soon the shaft. Some instinct wanted her to lean down and lap the semen off his cock like it was a lollipop, but she suppressed those thoughts.
“Here are some tissues,” said Calvin, grabbing a box off his nightstand and reaching it down to her. She used them to wipe his cock down. “You look good covered in my sperm,” he said, grinning while staring at her tits.
“Shut up,” she griped, smiling back. “All clean,” she said, giving his cock one last wipe down. She was holding it up, still over a foot long, but it had gone floppy. Claire couldn’t help herself and bent down, planting a kiss on top of the head before standing back up, her tongue flickering across her lips.
“You said no kissing.”
“Shut up,” she said, again. Claire crinkled her nose and gathered up the handful of wet, sticky tissues. She dropped them into a nearby wastebasket, noticing that it was quite full of crusty tissues and smelled of sperm. He was full of shit about not having an erection for six months. Claire didn’t say anything.
“I wish you’d work like that the rest of the day,” he said, smugly placing his hands under his head while staring at her nearly nude body, chest, and breasts covered with wet sperm, slowly drying. “But feel free to take a shower. There should be hot water again.”
He was right and she had hot water for her shower. She ran her sudsy hands over her breasts trying to get all the flakes of sperm off her torso. Her pussy spasmed ever time her hands ran across her nipples. They’d always been sensitive, but nothing like they were now and she’d never had an orgasm before just playing with them. Maybe, I’m pregnant, she wondered, but the timing was off so it was unlikely.
Claire dried off and tied a towel around her torso, knot above her breasts. She gathered up her wet bikini and tossed them in his dryer for twenty minutes.
“Girl, you look sexy as hell,” said Calvin, eyes running down her body. He was still laying nude on the covers. His cock hung floppily over one thigh. Her hair was still wet, straight, and hanging down her back. It was darker wet. The towel showed off some cleavage and her legs from midthigh down. “Come lay by me,” he said, tapping the bed beside him.
“Okay,” said Claire, climbing on beside him. “We need to talk anyway.” She laid on her side looking at him. He stayed on his back, but his hands and pillows had him propped up enough to turn his head and look at her.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Yesterday, I was clinically using my hand to give you some relief. Today I’m topless, talking dirty and using my breasts to get you off.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Shut up,” she said, sighing. “It’s fun messing around with you, but don’t get your hopes up about things going any further. I love my husband and we’re trying to start a ******.”
“I understand. You just feel sorry for me.”
“Yes, partially, but also because, well you know?”
He shook his head. “Know what?”
“Because…” She frowned as he looked at her perplexed. “Because you have…” She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them, but he just stared. “Because you cock is so damned big.”
“Oh,” he said, grinning. “You like playing with it?”
“Yes, I suppose at some point, I’ll get used to seeing it, but as long as you let me, I’m happy to help you get off. Just follow my rules. No kissing, no touching, and the panty stays on. Agree, and I’ll jerk you off as much as you want.”
“I’m fine with that if I can break the rules.”
“Calvin!”
“No no, nothing too serious and not really sexual. I just want to admire your beauty.” He turned on his side, wincing a little. He reached his hand out towards the knot on her towel. “May I?” She nodded slowly, his hand grabbing the knot and pulling. The bottom of the towel fell revealing a breast. He took the top of the towel and pulled it up, pushing it back over her other breast. Claire found herself trembling as Calvin lifted more of the towel moving down. “You’re exquisite, Claire,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she whispered back, now laying nude on the towel.
Calvin’s eyes swept down her body. He moved his hand out to her cheek. “May I?” Again, she nodded. He rested his hand on her cheek and ran it down her neck and over her milky white shoulder. It slid down over the swell of her breast. Claire closed her eyes, feeling her nipples swell as his hand caressed her breast, palm sliding over the hardening nipple. He didn’t grope her or pull her nipple. Claire opened her eyes, feeling her pussy flutter when she saw his dark black hand resting on her milky white breast, so sexy and erotic. Calvin moved his hand until her nipple was centered in a half-circle between his thumb and index finger. That was the closest he came to groping her. His hand squeezed slightly, her breast flesh expanding, pushing her nipple out where he cupped it. Calvin sighed longingly, moving his hand down over her rib cage and along her waist until his hand rose along the rise of her hip, ending at her thigh. He moved his hand down, sliding back up, the bottom of his palm just brushing the wisps of her pubic mound. He moved up to her rib cage again. She sucked her stomach in as the palm moved across her belly. “You’re a work of art.” Claire gulped. His admiration bordered on making her uncomfortable. He angled his hand, moving under her navel so that the tips of his fingers began to brush through her pubic hair. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Chestnut, like your hair.” His fingertips were nearing her clit when she raised her arm from behind him and stopped him. And further and he would have felt how aroused she was. She lifted his hand off her. Calvin slowly nodded, staring in awe at her pubic mound while he pulled his hand back.
“Thank you,” he said, softly. Claire pulled the towel back up and pulled it over to cover her pubic mound, but left her breasts bare. “I’ll double your pay if your birthday suit becomes your new work uniform?”
“No thanks,” she grinned. He was grinning too. “I’ll stick with my bikini.” He snorted. She looked down. Just admiring her physique or not, his cock had swelled again and risen off his thigh, defying gravity as it bobbed over his waist. “Do women have trouble…”
“Taking it?” he finished. “I don’t think so. I’ve only had two. My fiancé couldn’t. She was small and waifish, flat-chested, and built like a stick. She was nearly in awe of the Big C. At first, she’d only give me a handjob. On my birthday, she reluctantly gave me a blow job, but loved the taste of my seed so much she’d suck me off daily.” Claire nodded, licking her lips, his semen had tasted good. He continued. “We dated for a few months before she finally told me she wanted to try. She took about half. I was ecstatic to finally lose my virginity at 25 and asked her to marry me a month later. She never took more than two thirds and once I got too excited and thrust too hard. It hurt her and we broke up.
“So, women can’t take the entire thing?”
“One night I was bartending on a slow weeknight. There were two women, drinking and celebrating one’s divorce and fiftieth birthday. I gave them free drinks and flirted a little. I think the birthday girl’s friend dared her to have a fling with the little black guy. The one woman suddenly had to go, so the birthday girl came up and sat at the bar, flirting back, and saying she was too ***** to drive home. She asked if I’d call her a taxi, so I said, “You’re a taxi. Don’t worry Mrs. Barnes, I’ll drive you home.” So, I drove her to her house, we parked and…”
“Mrs. Barnes, the English teacher?” Claire’s eyes were wide in disbelief. Mrs. Barnes had been forty when they were in high school. Claire and her friends considered her fat, but the reality was that she was just plump and in all the right places to give her body jiggle. All the male seniors stared at her in a dreamy state when she was teaching. One senior day at the local waterpark, she’d worn a two-piece swimsuit all the guys went gaga over her body even Tom.
Calvin grinned and wagged his eyebrows. “I don’t think Mrs. Barnes was serious about hooking up with me. We made out in my car for a while and she seemed to get into it, even let me feel her tits through her top. She broke off and thanked me for the ride, ready to get out, but I took her hand and placed it on my bulge. I kissed her again, while she was measuring it out with disbelief. I asked if she wanted to see it, so I pulled it out in my car. I think she stared for five minutes before inviting me in. We didn’t even make it to her bedroom, she pushed me down on the couch and was sucking on my dick, totally hungry for it. Seems her ex only had around seven inches and was only half as thick as mine. She stripped in front of me, straddled me and slowly took my cock in inch after black inch. Claire was listening raptly to Calvin’s story. Her mind picturing her buxom teacher slowly riding Calvin’s cock.
“She screamed out her first giant orgasm the second she sank down in my lap. Mrs. Barnes rode me for all she was worth, screaming things in English we never heard her say in class. I gotta say, the first time a woman took my entire cock felt so amazing, I didn’t last long, but she came at least five times and nearly passed out when I came in her. We fucked five times that night. I was thrilled and she turned into a total slut for BBC, win-win. We were fuck buddies for three years, getting together two or three times a week. Then she started dating a guy with a ton of money and got engaged.”
“So, money wins out over huge cock?”
“Not when you can have both,” answered Calvin. “She was hooked on the BBC and her fiancé only had a little five-and-a-half-inch penis. She kept coming back for more, about every two weeks. We fucked the night before her wedding, about once a month thereafter, and it only ended when she moved away. I think hubby got suspicious.”
“Wow!” Claire shook her head, picturing a teacher she’d rather respected getting hooked on Calvin’s big black cock. “That didn’t answer my question though. The skinny one couldn’t quite take it, but the larger woman could. So, it’s 50/50 chance?”
“In my experience anyway. I’d give anything to have sex with another woman before I die to see which way it goes, but as I said, that’s my experience. Clarence had a lot more luck. Another black ****** moved to town and he started dating their ********. She was gorgeous and loved his cock.”
“But she was black? Maybe black women are more equipped to handle a black guy’s cock?”
“Don’t assume all black men are gifted in the cock department, but us Custis men are considered gifted by other gifted black men.” He wiggled his eyebrows again. “Here’s the catch, Clarence’s girlfriend liked to brag on his cock and that made all the girls she bragged to curious. By graduation, he’d fucked the entire cheerleading squad.”
“He told you this?”
“We shared everything. He even got caught with one cheerleader by the vice-principal and got detention for a week. Apparently, the Veep was so shocked by the black boy’s cock, he was telling some other teachers about it in the lounge and was overheard by the guidance counselor, a lovely young newlywed who I guess was unsatisfied by her husband’s little white penis, she locked the door behind Clarence during a meeting and demanded to see it. She got her husband to hire Clarence to do yardwork for them and fucked him all summer long. He never met a woman that couldn’t take his entire cock.”
“Wow,” she said again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I had no idea.”
“Fair is fair, Claire. How many men have you had?”
“Well,” she said, blushing a little. “Yours is only the third cock I’ve ever seen, but I’ve only had two men.”
“You had sex with someone after you broke up with Tom?”
“No, before Tom. I had sex with Jack Johnson.”
“Get the fuck out!”
Claire giggled. “We were neighbors and childhood friends. I decided I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore and trusted him, so we agreed to do the deed. He was more than eager.”
“That scrawny nerd couldn’t have been very big?”
“He wasn’t. Didn’t last very long either. Just enough to break my hymen and we were both so embarrassed we didn’t try again. He was a skinny, a very skinny six inches or so, bigger than Tom, but…”
“But nothing compared to this,” said Calvin, lifting his hard cock so that it was sticking straight up.”
Claire stared at it. “How the fuck is it hard again?”
“I have to correct you on one thing, Claire.”
“What’s that?” She continued staring.
“This is the first cock you’ve ever seen. Jack and Tom barely have penises.”
“You’re right,” she whispered, her eyes traveling up and down his length. His cock seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on her. The same effect it apparently had on Mrs. Barnes.
“Say it,” said Calvin, shaking the base so that his cock moved.
“Yours is the first cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Good. Feel like jerking it off again?”
“Yeah,” she sighed looking at it. She did promise to keep giving him relief provided he followed the rules. “But my arms are tired and I think I’ve done enough for you today. You can take care of it yourself.”
“You don’t mind?” Calvin reached out for the bottle of lube. Claire slid off the bed, knotting the towel again. “Where are you going?” asked Calvin, squirting fluid on the head of his cock.
“I thought I’d make you some dinner,” said Claire pausing on the way to the door.
“Let me look at you.” Calvin rubbed the fluid around the crown of his cock until it was shiny and glistened. He ran his slick hand down the shaft, giving it a slick coating. “Open your towel.”
Claire stared at his hand slowly gliding up and down the length of his cock, her own hands reaching up for the knot and pulling the towel open. It dropped at her feet. The black man on the bed nodded his approval taking her body in standing by his bed. Her white hands looked better on his cock then his black one. Why did I say no? she wondered. Her nipples hardened as she stared at it. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts. You should be the one jerking that big black cock off.
“Play with your tits.”
Claire’s hands rose to cup and lift her double D-cups. She sucked her lower lip in, letting her fingers flicker back and forth over her nipples. “Jerk that big black cock off,” she muttered.
“Good,” said Calvin, nodding his approval, his stroking hand picking up speed. “Keep talking.”
“Does my body make your big black cock hard? Did you like having these big white titties wrapped around your black cock? Mmmmm.” She couldn’t help moaning as she stared at his cock. Her nipples were pulling out her areola again.
“Slide one hand down your belly,” he ordered and she obeyed. Claire released one breast, her hand sliding down her flat tummy, fingers outspread touching the top of her pubic mound. “Finger yourself,” he said, staring at her hand.
Claire gasped at his demand, but her hand lowered. “Aah!” she cried, two fingers plunging into her pussy. Her other hand’s fingers pinched her nipple hard.
“Your wet for me aren’t you, Claire?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, trembling, her pulse quickening.
“My big black cock makes you wet? Say it.”
“Your big black cock makes me wet.” She bent forward, pushing her fingers deeper.
“Cum for me, Claire.” His hand now a blur as he stroked his shaft. “Cum for me and I’ll cum for you.”
“Cum for me,” she whispered, her eyes flickered from his cock to his face and back down to his cock. The head rose above his pumping fist, swelling until it was purplish-black again. “Cum for me,” she moaned, almost begging. Her pussy was quivering all around her fingers.
“F-UHHH-CKKK!” Calvin’s hips rose off the bed, thrusting his cock up through his hand. Cum shot up from the head in one long strand. A second large wad of semen blasted out as his hips came back down on the bed.
“AAAHHH!!!” Claire leaned forward, squatting down into her fingers as she came all over her hand. “CUMMING!” Her own orgasm, squirted out around her hand, splattering the insides of her thighs. She squirted again, staring in awe as jet after jet of white semen squirted from the head of his cock, each wad shooting out a little less far, turning to small geysers of semen, and eventually just bubbling out of his cock head to flow down his shaft to the hand gripping the base. His cock continued to twitch as they stared at each other, the swelling subsided until it began to lean and flop over as it collapsed.
“Wow!” said Claire. She grabbed the towel and used it to wipe her hand and the sides of her thighs. She offered the towel to Calvin, but he shook his head, reaching over to grab the box of tissues. His crotch, cock, stomach, and chest were covered with semen. “Do you always cum that much?”
“Every time,” he snorted. “My balls are filling up already.”
Claire stared down between his weak legs. His scrotum was splayed out on the mattress, one huge ball slightly resting on the other. She had no doubt they were preparing for his next orgasm. “I’ll go make some dinner.”
“Would you mind bringing it to me here? I need to catch my breath.”
“Sure.”
“And Claire, stay like that.”
“I’m not waiting on you nude Calvin,” she scolded, though flattered that he was as enthralled by her body as she was by his huge cock.
She returned less than an hour later, holding a tray with spaghetti and a premade salad she found in his refrigerator. “Dinner,” she said, wondering if he were asleep. His eyes were closed. He was still lying naked on top of the bed. She gave his cock an admiring glance.
Calvin opened his eyes and smiled, looking up and down her body. “Not nude, but just as good.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Claire had put her bikini on. It was nice and warm from the dryer. “Now if you don’t need anything else, I’d like to take off.”
“Yes, take it off.” Calvin grinned, staring hungrily at her bikini. “Seriously, I’m good,” he replied, sticking his fork into a piece of lettuce. “Thank you for today,” he said, sincerely.
“I had fun too, but I think we went overboard, so let’s tone things down just a little, okay?”
“Mmmhmm,” he agreed, turning his attention on his spaghetti.
Claire gathered up her workout clothes and feeling naughty, she decided to drive home in her bikini. She figured, she could speed all she wanted and wouldn’t get a ticket, but she still drove the speed limit. Tom wouldn’t be home just yet either, so she wouldn’t have to explain why she was wearing their honeymoon bikini coming home from her job.
She stripped naked in the laundry room. “Oh shit,” she griped seeing the blood spots in her bikini bottom. She was horny and wanted to get Tom in bed again, but her period was coming. Tom didn’t express any interest in a second night of sex anyway. He was usually only good for one session a week, a far cry from when they were newlyweds and he wanted to do it every night. “Oh well,” she sighed, her husband would be satisfied with the pot roast she had cooking in the slow cooker. She tossed her clothes in the washer.
**********
“Me first,” yelled Claire, leaping out of bed and making for the bathroom before Tom.
“What gives?” he asked.
“I need to change.”
“Oh,” he nodded, knowingly. Tom turned and headed back to bed.
Claire winced as a bad cramp hit her. The trickle had turned to a faucet. She took a quick shower. Her nipples were hard and despite her period, she was still horny. She vaguely recalled waking from a dream where she was on her honeymoon, walking down the beach in her bikini, and holding hands, not with Tom, but with Calvin. His legs were healthy and he was taller than she was. He was bare-chested and clad in a swimsuit. They arrived back at a blanket, Claire removing her bikini while Calvin pulled his shorts down, huge black cock springing out, fully erect. She spread her legs, looking down as the swollen head of his black shaft lined up with her pussy. Tom’s alarm woke her just as Calvin’s cock began to spread her pussy open.
A naughty dream, but it made sense considering she’d worn her honeymoon bikini with the little black man yesterday among the other things that she’d done with him. Claire wrapped a towel around herself, kissing Tom as he passed her heading for the shower. She dropped the towel and pulled her bikini back out of the drawer, placing a pad in the crotch. She pulled on skinny jeans that accentuated her legs and hugged her ass. She wore a red tank top for her top. It showed a band of skin above her jeans and her navel if she raised her arms.
Claire stopped in the kitchen, grabbing a banana for breakfast, and pausing at their calendar. She grabbed a pen, intending to mark when she’d be most fertile. Her cycle was pretty dependable, she’d be her most fertile starting about 13 days after her period ended, “Which puts it…” she mumbled. “SONOFABITCH!”
“Who, me?” asked Tom, hearing her as he came downstairs.
“I was figuring the best time we could get pregnant and it’s right when you’re away at your realtor convention. The night you leave is our best bet.”
“I’ve got an easy solution. Come with me?”
Claire perked up at the thought of getting away, then sighed. “Calvin needs me.”
“What’s more important, starting a ****** or helping The Little C?”
“Big C,” she corrected. “And right now, the answer is Calvin. We can put off getting pregnant a few months, but Calvin doesn’t have many more months left.” Claire looked at Tom. “Sorry.”
“I understand,” he shrugged. He wasn’t as in a hurry to be a *** as she was to be a mom, but he did love the hot unprotected sex.
Claire gave him another kiss and left for work.
**********
Claire spent most of the day, tidying up the kitchen, washing Calvin’s clothes and sheets. He spent most of the day going around shirtless wearing only sweat pants with no briefs. She could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear as she could either see his cock flopping around when he was walking or see the long outline of it when he was seated. He was using the walker constantly now, placing the pressure on his arms as he shuffled around.
Claire was wondering when he would be wanting her to jerk him off, looking up expectantly whenever he called her name. “Claire?” he asked. She looked up wondering if he was ready. “Could you pick up some things at the store for me?”
“Of course,” she responded. He had the list on his phone and texted it to her. “I’ll leave now.”
Claire spent her time in the supermarket wondering if he was mad at her. Maybe he just needed to recoup after blowing three large loads yesterday? Maybe he was mad that she had told him they needed to tone things down? Whatever! She didn’t care anyway.
When she got back to Calvin’s house, she was surprised to see a wheelchair waiting on the front porch and another large package. “What’s in the box?” she asked, letting herself in with the groceries in her arms.
“A bench for my shower,” he told her. “You won’t need to wash me anymore.”
“Oh,” she said, frowning and feeling a little sad for some reason.
“The wheelchair, a friend found in a thrift store.”
The rest of the day was spent handing Calvin the parts for his new shower bench. It was a simple job involving only putting some screws in and Calvin had it done quickly. Claire carried it into his bathroom and set it up so that he’d sit facing the spray and able to reach out for the handles. “I think I’ll try it out tomorrow.”
“Should I wear my bikini in case you need help?”
“I was wondering why you were out of uniform,” he said, running his eyes up and down her body. “Though you do look lovely today.”
“Ha-ha and thank you,” she said, blushing a little.
“I should be fine, but wear it. I need some weeding done and you could get some sun while you work.”
“Sure,” she responded.
“Claire?”
“Yeah?” she asked smiling and anticipating his question. Would you jerk me off? Can you get me off again? Speaking of bikinis, it’s handjob time, strip.
“Let’s try out the wheelchair.”
“Oh,” she replied, a little disappointed. “Sure.”
Calvin had a large property and a long driveway. Claire pushed him down to his mailbox. She found herself leaning over the handles, glancing at his bulge most of the way there and back. “I hate the fact that I need to be pushed, but I do love getting outside. Thanks for pushing me to do this.” He turned and reached out, placing a large black hand on one of hers. He held it there for a half a minute before removing it. “Think we could go for walks in the park or along the brook?”
“Of course. Your chair should fit easily in my car.”
Calvin seemed pretty cheerful, but Claire was feeling bitchy by the time she left, mad at him for not asking her to jerk him again. Not that she wanted to do it, she just wanted him to ask. My period must be making me grouchy, she thought. It was definitely her period as she snapped at Tom multiple times that evening over stupid stuff.
**********
Calvin’s yard didn’t need much work. He paid a landscaper to mow and do upkeep, but some weeds were poking up through the mulch and he’d ordered some flowers to plant around a crepe myrtle. Claire crawled around in the dirt, digging holes and placing the flowers in before covering them back up. Calvin was sitting in the wheelchair giving instructions. He was puffing on a joint while taking pictures of her with a tablet.
Claire felt flattered. She didn’t completely take his advice. She was wearing her bikini but had a pair of cutoff jean shorts covering her bottom. The rest of her was bare, but for the white sneakers covering her feet. She’d worn a tied-up plaid shirt giving her a country girl appearance, but she’d removed the shirt in the heat. “All done,” she said, wiping dirt off her hands and leaning down to wipe her knees off.
“Hold the pose,” he said when she stood back up. Calvin snapped a picture.
“Why are you taking pictures,” she said, placing a hand on her hip and leaning into the camera, instinctively posing for him.
“Cause you’re a perfect subject,” he answered. “You ever done any modeling?”
“Not professionally,” she answered, still posing as he snapped pictures. “I was in an ad at the movies for Martin’s jewelers.” She twirled around, letting her hair fly out to curl around one shoulder.
“I remember that,” he answered. The movie screen showed local ads before the previews started. Claire’s face had been in the ad, one hand on her cheek with a large diamond ring on her finger.
“I also got paid to wear a bikini at the boat show in the convention center one year and though it wasn’t a paying job, I did the…” She held her fist up to her mouth faking a cough for the first word. “Mmmphgerie show for charity at Finn McGee’s’.”
“What was that?”
She lowered her fist, blushing. “The charity lingerie show at Finn McGee’s.” Finn’s was the biggest club in town. Claire and Liz had agreed to do a lingerie fashion show with the club’s cover charge going to charity. That had been ten years ago.
“I know,” he said, grinning. “I went just to see you.”
“Really? I don’t remember seeing you there?”
“I had a hard time seeing through the crowd.” He held the tablet up, centering her on the screen. “Sucks to be short.” He looked up at her. “Unbutton those shorts and pull them open slightly.” Claire did as she was told, looking at him seductively. “Great, now pull them down your hips slightly.” She smiled, enjoying herself, wiggling the jean cutoffs slightly down her hips, her bikini panty appearing. “Now turn around and pull It down off your ass.” Calvin was enjoying himself too. She posed for him in the bikini. She laid down in the green grass, legs up and crossed, as she glanced over at him. She stood back up and did some yoga poses which seemed to delight Calvin to no end. “Now reach up behind your neck and take your top off.” He held the tablet up in anticipation.
Claire smiled, her hands slipping under her hair behind her neck, fingers pinching the string, starting to pull… “Whoa! I’m not posing topless for you,” she said, coming to her senses.
“DAMN!” He lowered the tablet and snapped his fingers. “Bottomless then?”
Claire shook her head, but couldn’t help chuckling. “No, I think I’m done posing.”
“Well, if you’ll help me, I think I’d like to try out the bench and take a shower.” He took a last puff on the joint and stared at the pinched butt between his fingers. “It’s a strange world, Claire. My brother’s in jail for selling this stuff and now my doctor’s prescribing it as a medicinal painkiller.”
“It’s not right.” Claire bent to retrieve her shorts. Her top was tossed over a railing on his front porch. She stayed in her bikini, kicking off her dirty shoes outside his front door. Calvin liked to do things himself when he could. He wheeled himself into the bathroom. Claire followed. “Need any help?”
“No, I should be fine.” He pulled his tee-shirt off over his head. Her eyes flickered down to his impressive physique. “Thanks though.” He sat still, waiting for her to leave.
“You sure you don’t want me to keep an eye on you?”
‘You just want to see my cock again,” he said, pointing a finger at her.
Claire was taken aback, feigning indignation. “Of course not.” Her eyes flickered down to the bulge beneath his sweat pants. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to make sure you don’t fall or something.”
“Relax, I’m kidding and if you want my cock, all you have to do is ask.” He turned the chair towards the shower door and locked the wheels. “I just want to do this on my own.”
“I understand. I’ll wait in your bedroom. Yell, if you need me.”
Calvin forced himself out of the chair. She could see the pain in his face, putting pressure down on his legs. It would have been worse if he hadn’t smoked the joint. He leaned in the shower door, one hand pulling the drawstring of his sweats. Her eyes watched the hand. She did want to see his cock again. “There is something you can do for me,” he said, pulling the knot undone. She stared eagerly at the bulge. It seemed more swollen. “Could you massage my legs for me when I’m done?”
Claire nodded, still waiting for him to push his sweats down. Instead, he just motioned with his head toward the connecting door to his bedroom. Claire flushed a little, turning and leaving him alone.
**********
Claire waited patiently, sitting on his bed, legs crossed as she shook one foot. She was a little uncomfortable. It was near the time she should be changing her pad. “I hate this time of the month,” she muttered. She heard the shower stop. Calvin sighed as he sat back down in his wheelchair. She was glad he’d managed on his own, but a part of her wanted him to need her help. Of course, if things went according to plan, she’d be a mother next year and have a baby that needed her all the time.
Claire stood when the bathroom door opened and Calvin wheeled himself in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his cock was so big she could see the end hanging over the seat of the chair. The towel surprised her as she thought he liked showing his huge cock off. She stepped aside, taking his arm as he stood and spun around sitting on the bed.
He laid down and turned so that he was laying on his stomach, head turned so that he could place his arms under it. “Oil?” she asked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.
“Please.”
Claire sat on the bed beneath his feet. They were large feet for such a short man, the pale undersides a stark contrast to his dark black skin. She poured some oil on her hands and started at his ankles. His calves were atrophied and weak, another contrast between his built-up upper body. She massaged them, working her way up. Calvin moaned, enjoying it. He spread his legs slightly. She leaned down, peeking up under the towel, but somehow, he’d gotten his cock up under his stomach. All she saw were the huge balls splayed out on the bedspread.
Her hands rubbed over his knees. She added some more oil, starting on his thighs. Her hands ran up under the towel. She kneaded his upper legs, feeling almost no muscle left in them. Claire withdrew her hands, climbing up on the bed and kneeling behind him. “May I?” she asked, tugging at the towel.
“Be my guest.”
She pulled at the knot and opened the towel. She could clearly see his balls now and his hard ass. His waist was thin expanding out into broad muscular shoulders. “Would you like your back done?”
“Look at it this way Claire,” he mumbled, eyes closed. “Everywhere hurts and everywhere you touch feels better.”
Calvin jerked when she squirted some of the cold oil onto his back. She began working it into his muscles, moving up to straddle his legs while she pushed down hard onto his back, gently massaging his shoulders and neck. He continued moaning. She squirted a little more oil into her palm and moved down his shoulders over his arms. “Wow,” she mumbled.
“What’s that?” he asked, opening his eyes.
“These are some impressive biceps,” she told him. She massaged around his upper arm muscles, kneading her hands down to his wrists before sliding down and lifting her leg off him. “All done.”
“Can you do my knees?” he asked, rolling over.
Claire found herself holding her breath before slowly exhaling when her eyes landed on his cock again. She couldn’t deny her fascination with it. She was completely in awe of the short black man’s giant cock. It was soft, but plump, looking like a foot-long black eel had attached itself to his crotch or one of those black balloons that when inflated could be twisted into animals only she knew from experience that when his balloon inflated it became an unbendable steel rod.
Claire glanced up at Calvin, his arms were behind his head, the biceps she’d touched earlier bulging. Most importantly, his eyes were closed and she could stare at his cock without being embarrassed. She squirted some oil onto her palms and went to work on the front of atrophied legs, working her hands up to his knees. He moaned again as she rubbed his knee caps so she spent a lot of time on them before moving on to his thighs. She stared down at his balls, at the base of his crotch. His cock had slid and was hanging over his stomach. It swelled slightly, rising along his stomach so that it was no longer dangling.
Claire glanced back up to make sure his eyes were still closed. She straddled his legs again, taking the bottle and squirting some oil on his chest. She leaned down, rubbing his upper chest and along his shoulders back to his biceps. She sat back up, sliding up his thighs. Claire had to suppress a giggle when she glanced down thinking it looked like she had a giant black cock sticking out between her legs.
Claire added another squirt of oil between his nipples, letting a pool build up. Her hands moved down his upper chest, encountering his cock. She lifted it to that her left hand could massage his stomach, but her right hand was kneading the plump shaft, feeling it harden in her hand until she could slide her hand up and down the shaft. Her left hand dipped back into the pool of oil, joining her other hand on his now rock-hard shaft. She glanced back up to see if his eyes were open. They were and he was looking at her. “No,” he said.
“What?” she asked, startled. “Why?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“May I jerk it off?”
“Jerk what off?”
“May I jerk your big black cock off, Calvin?”
“It’s all yours, Claire.”
It’s all mine, she thought. All mine. Mine. Her hands kneaded over every square millimeter of skin, making sure his shaft was completely coated in oil. Now it looked like she had a hard-black cock sticking out of her crotch, she thought, looking down as her hands began to jerk her cock off.
“One more thing, Claire.”
“What?” She glanced at him alarmed that he might make her stop. He waved her forward with his hand. She leaned down. No kissing, she thought, licking her lips to wet them for him. His hand came up and ran through her hair. It moved through her hair, down her neck, pulling the string holding her bikini top. She smiled, sitting back up as the cups fell off her breasts. She wasn’t surprised to see nipples were swollen and pulling her areolae off the smooth white surface of her breasts. She reached behind her and untied the knot behind her back, tossing the bikini top aside as she placed both hands back on his cock.
“I like seeing you there,” he said. “It looks like we’re fucking.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, shuddering, looking down at his black body as her hands moved rapidly up and down his shaft. It looks like I’m fucking him, riding his big black cock. Her hands moved faster, feeling every ridge and bump, the protruding blue-black veins crisscrossing the shaft. She slid her crotch forward, pressing it hard into the base of the shaft she was jerking off. She stared in his eyes as she slowly humped his shaft like a wanton slut. He stared back, arrogantly, knowing his cock had a power over her.
“Pull it up against you,” he ordered.
Claire pulled his shaft up against her nearly nude body, the tip disappearing between the folds of her large bosom. She glanced down her cleavage at the fat head staring back at her with its single eye. Her hands weren’t stroking it anymore, they were caressing down it lovingly.
“That’s how deep it would be,” said Calvin.
“I couldn’t take it,” she whispered.
“You could and you’d love every inch of it. That big black cock would take you places Tom’s little white penis could never take you.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, pushing it away so that she could stroke it faster. “Why don’t you cum? Do I suck at this?” She jerked his shaft as fast as she could.
“You haven’t tried sucking it,” said Calvin, bucking his hips slightly, sliding it through her hands. “And you’re amazing. The Custis boys got stamina is all. I gave Mrs. Barnes a forty-minute slow fuck one night. The final ten minutes she was begging me to seed her white pussy.”
“Oh god,” cried Claire again, humping the base of his cock faster as she jerked him off. “Can’t believe Mrs. Barnes said that.”
Calvin laughed. “She had a filthy mouth. She probably came ten times during that slow fuck, but wanted the big one.”
“The big one?”
“The really big orgasm you have when I fill your womb up with my seed.” He was breathing heavily now. Claire was humping his cock, staring at him in awe. “She had so many big ones that night she begged me to fuck her ass just to give her pussy a break.”
“You’re pulling my leg,” she gasped, still doubtful a vagina could handle such a huge cock, and knowing an ass couldn’t handle it. Still, Calvin’s talking about it was such a turn on, she was going to cum. His cock was swelling and turning darker. She was still jerking her hands out along his shaft like it was her own. She stared down the thick length, the bulbous head centered over Calvin’s face.
“Fuck Claire,” he groaned. “Pull it up. Pull it up, NOW.”
She pulled back on his shaft, aiming it away from him and pulling it straight up. His cock shuddered violently. Her own orgasm broke making her cry out as she watched the fountain of semen erupt before her eyes, closing them quickly just as it splattered her face, a lot landing in her mouth. Her face was splattered with his hot seed again, more landing in her mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. Large wads landed on the tops of her breasts. Claire jerked more sperm from his cock, running the head around on her hard nipples. Her tongue flickered out, licking the cum from around her lips.
“Tastes better straight from the source,” he moaned, still bucking his cock up through her hands.
Claire groaned. She opened her eyes and looked down at his cock, semen was dribbling up out of his cock head and she had a strong urge to slide back and suck it straight from the source. She suppressed the urge, but the sperm leaking from the head was tempting. She stared at it, squeezing his cock tightly and stroking upwards. “I think I had the big one,” she said, smiling. The sperm pouring from the head covered the top of her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off while staring at him. Not straight from the source, but close enough. Why’d his semen taste so good?
“Nope, not the big one,” sighed Calvin, his cock starting to lose its steel. “Rub my seed into your tits.”
Claire glanced down at the semen covering her breasts. The tip of her nipple had a large drop forming on the head. A lot had shot up between her breasts. His cock fell like a log on his stomach when she released it. That hand joined her other hand rubbing his sperm into her breasts. She found Tom’s runny semen messy and disgusting, but she loved everything about Calvin’s seed. Claire moaned then whimpered when the tips of her fingers rubbed his rich seed into her nipples. Her pussy pressed down hard on his cock again. Rubbing her sensitive nipples felt really good. Another orgasm was growing, coming fast. Her forefinger and thumb squeezed her hard nipples, pulling them out. She pinched down hard. “AAAAHHHH!” she cried out, nearly screaming and humping his cock. Claire came down from the orgasm, falling forwards, her hands on his chest holding her up. She breathed heavily. “That,” she gasped. “That was the big one.”
“Nope.”
He couldn’t see her roll her eyes from her long brown hair hanging down over her face. It was certainly bigger than anything Tom had ever given her. She caught her breath after a bit, pushing herself back erect. “Care if I take a shower?”
“Yes. I want you to walk around like that the rest of the day.”
This time she rolled her eyes so he could see it. “I need to change.” She raised her eyebrows and he nodded knowingly. The two large orgasms had so soaked her bikini bottom she couldn’t tell if it was her period or orgasm soaking her pad. Probably both, she thought.
“Guess that means you aren’t pregnant,” he stated.
“No, and Tom will be out of town at a stupid real estate conference during the fertile part of my cycle. I could go with him, but I figured you would need me.” She looked at him expectantly.
“Sorry, I will need you when you’re fertile, but I understand if you choose to go away with your husband.”
“No, that’s okay. There’s always next month.” Claire climbed off, stumbling a little as she caught her footing. She untied her panty in the bathroom. She tossed the messy pad in Calvin’s wastebasket. It was lined with a plastic bag and she buried the pad under some tissues before stepping in his shower.
She pushed the bench back and stepped under the spray washing the semen off her breasts. It was mostly dried flakes now. She squirted some body wash into her palm and lathered her breasts up. The viscous white fluid reminded her of Calvin’s pudding-like semen. She watched her nipples rise out as she pictured herself rubbing the black man’s seed into her breasts again. She arched her back and hefted her tits under the hot water, rinsing the lather off. She stepped back, spreading her thighs and cleaning between her legs before spinning around and letting the water run down her back and the crack of her ass. “AH!” she gasped in surprise. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair watching her. He was shirtless but wearing sweat pants.
The black man shook his head. “Claire, you are a work of art,” he said.
She turned the water off and gave him a fake glare. “Hand me a towel?”
He reached out and took a towel off the rack, handing it to her. She dried herself off in front of him. “Double your pay if you stay like that the rest of the day.”
“I can’t, remember?”
“I know,” he said, watching her wrap the towel around her exquisite body. “One last look?”
“Huh?”
“Flash me.”
Claire smiled and pulled the towel open, letting him look longingly at her body. His cock began straining at his sweat pants. She pulled the towel around her and tied it between her breasts. He sighed. “I’ll go start dinner,” she said.
“I’m going to clean up a bit.”
Claire glanced back as she left the restroom. Calvin was leaning against the wall and his cock was sticking straight out again just as it had the first time, she’d seen it. Speaking of works of art, she thought. She glanced up at his face, wanting to rush over to his aid at his pained expression. The marijuana must have worn off. Standing was paining him more than ever. Reluctantly, she turned and left, knowing he liked to do most things on his own.
Calvin was delighted to see that though she wasn’t working naked, she had only put her bikini panty back on and was frying up pork chops for him in the kitchen topless. He watched her serve him and he watched her take his plate when he was finished. “You know something Claire?” he asked, watching her wash and rinse his plate. She turned and looked at him. “I’m starting to think I died already.”
“What? Don’t say that,” she said, looking concerned.
“Seriously, a topless beautiful woman cooking me dinner is pretty close to my idea of heaven.” He rolled back from the table and turned his chair towards her.
“You’re sweet, but heaven would be a lot better than this.” She nodded towards his legs.
“You’re right. If this were heaven, you’d be nude and willing to suck my cock.”
“Calvin!” She shook her head but smiled.
“Come here, sexy.”
Claire was drying her hands. “Why?”
“Come here and give me a kiss.”
Claire found herself walking towards him. “No kissing, remember?” Still, she stepped up to the chair and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Calvin reached around and rubbed the back of her thighs, moving his hands up to her bikini panty. “Mmm,” she moaned, his hands feeling good.
Calvin leaned in and up, his lips kissing the tip of one of her hard nipples. “May I at least give your nipples a kiss?” His hands were rubbing her back.
“Mmm,” she continued moaning. “I guess that’s okay,” she said, expecting him to plant another kiss on her nipple. Instead, Claire gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it, tongue flickering over the hard knob. “Calvin?” she gasped, heart rate increasing. His mouth moved to her other nipple. Soon it was throbbing and sending spasms of lust down to her pussy. His hand came up to knead and pinch her other nipple, his other hand moved to the front of her thigh, over her pubic mound, and soon a finger was pressing against her slit, pushing the bottom of her panty into her. Claire pushed down into his finger several times, whimpering as it pushed deeper. Claire came to her senses and stepped back, erect nipple springing out of his mouth. “Whoo, okay, I uh…” She was panting and aroused, reaching down to adjust her panty. “I uh, think I should get going. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” said Calvin, his cock making a huge tent in his sweats. He saw her glancing at it, lustfully. She was aroused, cheeks blushing, even the tops of her breasts were flushed. “Thanks, see you Monday.”
“Yes, Monday,” she said, grabbing her keys off the table and heading for his door.
“Claire, you might want to put your clothes on,” he said.
“Oh!” She blushed redder. “Of course.”
“Damn that’s hot,” said Calvin, watching her dress. She didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on. She just pulled on the plaid shirt and tied it up to show off her belly. The top hugged her breasts, teasing the observer with hints of her nipples. “You are one sexy woman.”
“Thanks,” she replied, heading back for the door. She paused, turned, and looked at him watching her. Claire turned and marched back to the little black man in the wheelchair. She bent and kissed him on the forehead. “See you Monday.”
Claire was confused and feeling guilty while driving home. It was her period that made her come to her senses. If it weren’t for that, she might have let him finger her.
*********
Claire felt something pushing against her back. She reached behind her and swatted it away. She was busy, her bare feet pressing into the soft white cloud. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair, floating on another cloud. Her cloud made brief contact with his and she stepped over, approaching him. He was nude, holding the base of his hard cock. Claire’s wings spread out as she kneeled before him and took the head of his cock in her mouth, a moan forming in her throat as she sucked the end of his cock. Calvin grabbed the nude angel’s halo pulling it down and up, making her suck his cock faster.
The little annoyance pushed into her back again.
“What?” she grunted, reaching behind to swat it again, her hand closing on Tom’s hard penis. She reluctantly woke from her dream.
His hand was on the hem of her panty. He sighed. “Just checking to see if you were still on your period.” They usually slept nude, but she wore a panty during her cycle. “Just woke up with a big stiffy.”
Big? Seriously, he thought it was big? Her hand hadn’t left his little penis. She was horny too. Her period hadn’t stopped them from having sex when they were dating and he wore a condom. Claire turned to face him. “Shh,” she said, sitting up.
“What?” he asked, as her hand pushed down on his chest so that he rolled over on his back.
“Shh,” she said again, kissing him. She broke the kiss, moving her lips to his stubble, then his neck, chest, and stomach.
“Oh my,” he said, surprised when he realized where this was headed.
Tom’s body was soft compared to Calvin’s. She was grateful it was dark and he couldn’t see her look of distaste when her hand closed around his penis, nearly engulfing it in its entirety. She raised it and let her tongue slide around the grape-sized head. Tom moaned. She took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue curl around it. He whimpered almost pathetically as she began bobbing her head. This certainly wasn’t difficult. She sucked up, held her breath, and went down, her lips pushing into his pubes. “Unh,” he grunted. Claire sucked up to the head and down again. “Unh Claire?” She sucked back up and down to the base. “Claire!” Up, tongue twirling around the head and down. “CLAIRE!” His hips bucked up, a splatter of semen striking her uvula. Seriously? She thought, sucking back up and regretting it the second a few drops of runny semen shot across her taste buds.
“Ugh!” she said, sitting up quickly and spitting his semen into her palm.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “It’s been a while.”
“Your thirtieth birthday,” she said, sliding off the bed. She couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth and hurried to the bathroom. She flipped on the light and turned the faucet on and let the water run over the little pool of watery semen in her palm. It certainly didn’t look like something that could get her pregnant. Claire brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash.
“Wow,” said Tom. “What brought that on?”
“Well, you were horny and I couldn’t take care of you.”
“Then maybe…”
“No, don’t expect me to do that for you again anytime soon,” she sighed, slipping back into bed. She turned away from him. Her husband wrapped his arm around her and snuggled up into her. “Plus, and you’re not going to want to hear this.”
“Uh oh,” he whispered in her ear.
“I think we should hold off on sex for a while.”
“What?”
“Just until you leave on your trip. I think the best chance we have of getting pregnant is if you build up your semen.”
“Hmm, maybe, but two weeks?”
“It’ll be hard on me to, honey, and keep in mind that means no playing with it either.”
“I don’t play with it anymore.”
Claire snorted and closed her eyes.
**********
“CALVIN! Don’t hurt yourself.” Claire stared at him concerned. His teeth were gritted and sweat poured off his forehead.
“250,” said the uni-browed trainer.
“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head in denial. “I can do better.”
“Sorry, bro,” grunted the trainer. He looked over at Claire. “You wanna give it a try?” His eyes swept down her body, well displayed in the two-piece workout outfit.
“No, thanks,” she said, helping Calvin sit up on the bench.
“It can’t be that bad,” he said, staring off into space.
“It can’t be that bad, he said again, staring out the windshield as she drove him home. He’d stayed mostly silent since leaving the gym.
Calvin got worse news when he got home. There was a message from the doctor waiting for him. His recent blood work showed he was suffering from Anemia and the office had called in a new prescription for him. “Great,” said Calvin, sarcastically. He laughed, then sobbed, holding his hand over his face for a minute until getting his emotions under control.
“I’m sorry, Calvin,” she said.
He sighed. “I need a shower.” He turned his wheelchair towards the bathroom.
“Do you want me in there?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” He’d been having some dizziness standing and she worried he might fall.
“I can make it to the bench just fine,” he replied, wheeling away. “Maybe another leg massage when I’m done?”
“Of course.”
“My joints hurt and they’re swollen.”
“I’ll wait in your bedroom.”
Claire didn’t give stripping down to her bikini panty a second thought. She was laying on his bed mostly naked when he wheeled into his room. He paused at the door, enjoying the sight before wheeling up to his bed. Claire sat up and helped him up. The towel he had around his waist fell to the floor leaving him naked, his cock swinging freely. Calvin sat down and laid on his back.
Claire kneeled between his legs. His knees were swollen, a symptom of anemia. She started with one leg, lifting it and rubbing the bottoms of his calves, moving up to the knee. He laid stoically, staring up at the ceiling and not at her. His eyes grew heavy as she massaged the soreness away telling her she was doing a good job. She sat his leg down and started on the next. As she worked her way up off the knee, his cock was lying across his thigh, she sat his leg down and lifted his cock up so that she could rub up his thigh. The hand holding his cock began tugging on it, kneading and sliding along the shaft as it began swelling. It hardened quickly and she didn’t release it. She moved her second hand up to the shaft.
“Stop Claire.”
She froze. “What? Why?” She didn’t release it.
“You didn’t ask.” He continued refusing to look at her, staring at the ceiling.
Claire sighed and smiled. “May I jerk your cock off, Calvin?”
“No.”
“What?” she asked, totally shocked.
“I’m not in the mood for just another hand job.”
She looked down at the rock-hard black cock in her hand. It didn’t agree with him. “I understand,” she said, bending down and pulling his shaft toward her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the tip as her mouth opened wide, taking the head inside her. She moaned with lust for it as she slurped on his cock head. This was certainly a lot more challenging then sucking Tom’s penis. Claire bobbed her head, lips sliding over the crown and kissing down his shaft.
“Stop Claire,” said Calvin even as his hips were bucking up trying to push his cock deeper down her throat.
Claire pulled her head up, staring up his hard chest at him. He was looking down at her now. She met his eyes, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before removing her mouth. “Am I that bad?”
“No, you’re doing great,” he said, filling her with relief. “But you didn’t ask.”
“Oh! Sorry. May I suck your cock, Calvin?” She stared at him seductively, licking her lips.
“What kind of cock is it?”
“May I suck your big black cock, Calvin?” He nodded, finally smiling. She continued staring him in the eyes as she kissed his cock head a second time and embraced the head with her mouth. She let her tongue twirl around the glans. Calvin moaned. Claire began bobbing her head over his cock, eyes going from staring up at Calvin, to staring down the length of fat black shaft projecting out of her mouth. It was a long way to his pubes.
The tip of his cock pushed past her uvula then almost exited her mouth then it was beyond her uvula. With each successive bob of her head, the end of his cock went deeper down her throat. She was long past the point Tom’s penis could have reached plus Calvin stretched her throat out a lot more than Tom’s slim penis. Still, the extra size wasn’t going to deter her from doing this cock justice. Saliva was pouring down his shaft. She pulled up adding her hands to his shaft, rubbing her spit down his shaft. She jerked him off while licking around the crown, took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head over half his shaft while jerking off the remainder. Strangely, she found she was enjoying herself. He was certainly enjoying it. The only bright spot on a shitty day. Calvin’s hips were rotating pushing his cock up slightly, but not enough to cause her discomfort. He groaned. She looked up; his eyes were rolled up in his head. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly. His cock expanded to the point she feared it might wedge in her throat, but still, it slid easily in and out of her throat. He bucked, thrusting his cock deeper than it had gone and she felt it shudder. His first wad shot down her esophagus and into her stomach. Claire pulled back up, jerking his shaft off, his second wad slid down her throat. The head exited into her mouth which quickly filled with semen to the point her cheeks bulged out. She gulped his thick semen down, relishing the taste of a real man’s seed, hot, thick, and delicious.
He came faster than she could swallow, the excess semen dribbling down her chin. Her mouth filled quickly, cheeks bulging out, another wad coming on top of that just as she was swallowing. It was too quick and Claire was forced to remove his cock head from her mouth, the final wads of semen striking her chest and tits.
Claire sat up, licking her lips looking down Calvin’s sexy torso at the black man. He looked smug and satisfied, watching her absentmindedly rubbing his semen into her hard nipples. “You were right,” she said, breathing heavily. “It is better straight from the source.” Claire moved to get off the bed and get cleaned up.
“Where are you going?”
“To clean up.”
“You didn’t thank me.”
“I didn’t…” Claire paused, surprised. She’d just sucked his cock off. He should be thanking her. Yet, sucking such a cock had been her privilege, and swallowing his seed was an honor. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.”
“You’re welcome.”
She nodded, smiling almost shyly at him. “I… I liked it. I’ll do it again if you let me.”
“You can give me another one before you leave today. Right now, I need you to go get a prescription for me.”
“Of course,” she said, getting off the bed.
Calvin glanced over at her. “Oh, and Claire, I expect you to be able to deep throat it by the end of the week.”
Claire gulped, her eyes flickering down to his swollen but floppy cock laying across his thigh. “I’ll try my best.” She paused, still staring at it. Swallowing that thing whole looked like an impossible challenge, but Claire was an overachiever. She’d worked hard to be a straight-A student. She’d put everything into her business and been devastated when it failed. She wouldn’t fail at this. If it made Calvin happy, she’d deep throat that big black cock. “No, I meant I will deep throat it for you.”
“Good,” he replied as she gathered her clothes and left the room.
Claire ran some errands for him and picked up his new prescription. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock the whole time. Here she was a married woman and she’d just given a blow job to her husband’s biggest rival and a black man at that. What she found strange was that she didn’t feel the least bit guilty doing it. Sucking Calvin’s black cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. His cock was a challenge, but the reward of gulping down his thick seed made it worth it. How could she swallow the thing in its entirety? Try to relax your throat, girl. Breathe through your nose. Take a deep breath when you go down on it. Had Mrs. Barnes been able to deep throat it? There was also a certain trait that few people had that Claire possessed that just might make it easier on her. She went through a drive-thru and picked up lunch. As she returned to Calvin’s her confidence was growing.
“Now that’s how I like my lunch served to me,” said Calvin, wheeling himself out of his bedroom.
“What?” she asked, confused as she handed him a tray with his lunch on it. She glanced down and blushed. She stripped down to her panty again without a second thought.
“Eager to get your mouth back on my cock?”
“I do love a challenge.”
They ate, talking about high school, and some of the stupid things their friends had done. They talked about some of the games they both remembered and Calvin commented on how he played harder knowing Claire was in the squad cheering him on. “You looked hot in that uniform.”
“Thanks,” she replied, blushing. She looked down at the coiled-up cock making his sweat pants bulge out. Calvin hadn’t put a shirt on. She admired his physique while they ate. If she got on all fours and pulled his cock down…?
The rest of the afternoon, Claire served as Calvin’s nearly nude maid. She vacuumed, tidied up, and did his laundry. Her black employer wheeled himself up to the TV and played video games, occasionally staring at her when she worked near him. Near the end of her day, her body distracted him and he died in the game, shutting his console down. “May I suck your cock again before I make you dinner?” she asked.
“Sounds like a great idea,” he answered. “Bedroom?”
“No,” she replied. “Right here.” Claire kneeled before the chair. Calvin used his arms to lift himself off the seat so that she could pull his sweats down. Her mouth watered when his cock appeared, already swelling up in anticipation. Calvin scooted forward so that his balls hung over the seat. She flipped the footrests up and pushed them away. Calvin spread his legs and she kneeled between them.
Claire started slow. She bent his cock down, kissed the tip, and began to lick around the crown. She moved her tongue down the shaft, even planting a kiss on his scrotum before licking her way back up to the head. She relaxed her jaw and took the head in her mouth, starting with slow bobs, breathing through her nose, and relaxing her throat. Soon, she was sucking on half and then a little more, further then she’d gone the first time. Claire withdrew, slowly stroking his shaft while she walked back on her knees. She stared up at him and he watched her back as she bent his cock as far down as it would go. She held it in place with her mouth as she got on all fours. His cock was perfectly lined up with her mouth and throat.
Claire rocked on her knees and arms, sucking forwards, letting his cock probe deep down her throat. It was easier than she thought. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft, watching her nose slowly approaching his pubes. She had to withdraw once, licking around his cock head while catching her breath before proceeding again. This time his pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose. She pulled back, raised her head, and pushed forward. Her lips pressed into his pubic mound. She rocked back and forwards, kissing his pubes again and again. Half his cock stayed down her throat and the bottom half was getting sucked. His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair. The grip tightened and his hips lifted.
Claire felt his cock jerk and suddenly her belly was full. She rocked back, slowly sitting up as his cock pumped load after load down her throat. The head exited her throat, her mouth rapidly filled with his delicious seed. She gulped it down, making room for more, some spilling down her chin. In the end, she found herself jerking his shaft off with her tongue out to catch the last few spurts. She snorted, giggling. Calvin raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “I’m so glad I took this job,” she said happily, licking around his cock head again. It was as swollen as it got, the tip a smooth black surface except for the long pee slit.
“I’m glad too,” he sighed wistfully.
“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.” She was still stroking it, reluctant to let it go.
“No, thank you. That was the best blow job I ever had. You took it all and you didn’t choke!”
Claire smiled and sat up. She absentmindedly ran his shaft over her breasts, letting the head rub her aching nipples. “I don’t have a gag reflex. I can snorkel, hold dental x-rays in my mouth, nothing makes me gag.”
“You’re the perfect woman, Claire,” he said, deeply satisfied, watching his cock slowly wilt as she rubbed it over her breasts. “I swear your body was built to handle black cock.”
“Thank you,” she said, accepting it as a compliment.
**********
“You feeling okay, dear?” asked Tom between shoveling pieces of pork chop into his mouth.
“I feel great,” she said, absentmindedly, staring at her plate. “Why?”
“Well, you haven’t touched your plate and your cheeks look puffy.”
“Oh!” She sucked her cheeks in for a moment. “Allergies maybe and I had a large lunch.”
“May I?” He pointed at her plate, grinning as she pushed it over to him.
Later, in bed, Tom reached over and felt her ass. He whimpered finding she was still wearing her panty. “My period’s almost over,” she said, yawning. “And besides, we’re building your swimmers up for next week.”
“Yes, dear,” he lied. Tom had jerked off that morning in the shower.
**********
Claire arrived at Calvin’s early Tuesday. He rolled out of his bedroom, nose in the air to the smell of frying bacon. “You’re out of uniform, missy,” he grunted rolling up to the table.
Claire had fought an impulse to strip the moment she’d walked in the door. She’d never agreed to work in her bikini or topless, but was finding she ended up that way most days. “This outfit’s just fine, Mister.”
“That’s cause you’re fine, gurl” he answered, making her blush. She did look fine. She was wearing short shorts that left her long lithe legs bare and a tight crop top that showed off her navel. Her bikini strap was visible sticking out of one sleeve. “Let me take a picture?”
“Sure,” she said, shrugging. “Why do you like taking so many pictures of me?”
“Show you later.”
Claire served him a plate of bacon and eggs which he ate with relish. Calvin was wearing his usual home attire of sweat pants and nothing else. She tidied up the kitchen, glancing at his pants from time to time. After breakfast, she was hoping he’d ask for a blow job, but instead, he had a grocery list for her. She left and did his shopping.
Calvin was in his chair on the front porch when she got back to his house. A man was finishing up installing a wheelchair ramp on his steps. “Mailman’s been. Feel like wheeling me down to the mailbox?” he asked her as he paid the handyman whose attention was focused solely on checking Claire out.
“Sure,” she said. “Let me put your groceries away.”
“You need a handyman, miss?” asked the worker.
“No thanks, my husband takes care of things around the house.” She did accept a business card and declined his offer to help her carry the groceries into the house.
After putting the groceries away, Claire pushed Calvin down to the mailbox. She enjoyed the walk, her eyes mostly focused on the tubular bulge under his sweat pants. He pulled his mail out of the box and she wheeled him back, up the new ramp and into the house. “Couch, please,” he said. She wheeled him over and he winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the couch. Claire moved the wheelchair out of the way and sat down in the chair across from him. “Wanna play?” he asked, picking up a game controller.
“No, thanks.” She crossed her legs, watching him play, but mostly staring hungrily at his crotch.
He played a shooter game online for around an hour. His screen name was “Big C”. His online friends all knew him. “You like watchin’ me play, Claire?”
She looked up from his crotch. “I don’t mind. Why? You have a chore you need done?”
“You haven’t been watchin’ the screen.” He had just died and signed off the game. “You been starin at my junk.” He turned his attention on her. Claire’s cheeks turned red. The tube under his sweats swelled. “If you want it, all you have to do is ask.” His eye twitched strangely and he had a harsh look on his face.
“May I suck your cock, Calvin?”
“Be my guest,” he said, smiling and lifting his hips as she fell to her knees between his legs and pulled his sweats off. His cock flew up, filling rapidly. Claire caught the head with her mouth, moaning as her lips engulfed it. Her hands pulled his sweat pants down and off his ankles. She sucked it hungrily, she’d been thinking about this all day. Calvin leaned back and sighed. “That’s my good little cocksucker.”
Claire had about half down her throat, she came up, grabbing the shaft, removing her mouth. “Be nice.”
“How so? What’s that in your hand?”
“It’s your cock,” she answered, stroking it.
“And what are you doing with your mouth?” He grinned down at her.
“Sucking it.” Claire rolled her eyes.
“And that makes you?”
“A cocksucker.” Claire leaned forward and started sucking his cock again.
“You’re a born cocksucker, Claire,” he groaned. “I’ve never seen anyone take to it as you have.” She moaned deep in her throat, bobbing her head along his shaft. “Deep throat that black cock, cocksucker,” he growled. She whimpered back in her throat, sitting up and pulling his cock down, so she could push forwards. “That’s it, cocksucker. Suck that black cock deep, slut.” The whimpering in her throat didn’t stop. She took his cock deep, kissing his pubes. The angle wasn’t as good as yesterday, but she was trying harder, growing used to it. Her pussy was gushing. His big strong hands were on her head, helping guide her. Claire’s pussy was gushing with lust. His hands pushed her head back. “Enough.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, shocked. Her eyes were following the hypnotic bobbing of the end of his cock.”
“Stand up,” he ordered. She sat back and pushed herself up, still staring down at his cock. He was holding it, slowly stroking the shaft, watching her. “You're out of uniform. Strip for me.”
She kept her eyes on the prize, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it down. Calvin’s hand slid up and down, slowly jerking his shaft, watching her unbutton and unzip her shorts. She wiggled them down over her hips, pushing them down her thighs until the slid down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes. Claire stood before him in her tiny bikini, she began to kneel, eager to get his cock back in her mouth.
“Top to,” he told her.
She licked her lips, reaching for the strings holding her bikini top and pulling them loose. Her cups fell off her breasts, the top falling to the floor.
“Back to work, cocksucker.”
Claire fell to her knees. He pushed his cock down towards her mouth. She took it from him and started sucking it again. Her pussy was soaking her bikini bottom and her nipples were hard pointed nubs, throbbing with lust. Calvin may have been short and dying of cancer, but his dominant demeanor was triggering some secret desire she held to submit to a real man, a desire her husband had never triggered.
“Suck that black cock, slut,” he groaned. Her pussy squirted the second he called her a slut. She engulfed his cock, sucking harder and faster. It wasn’t as easy deepthroating him in this position, but she did it, taking his entire cock even longer then she had yesterday. It swelled, threatening to lodge in her throat. “Here comes my nut, cocksucker,” he growled, bucking his hips so that his pubes bumped her nose. His cock trembled, lodged down her throat, and suddenly, her belly was full. She pulled back quickly, needing to taste him, groaning with pleasure as his seed filled her mouth, gulping it down so that the next load could fill her mouth and the next load. So good!
Claire pulled her mouth off the head, sitting up and jerking his shaft, letting two more loads splatter over her tits. “Hmmm,” she moaned, “So much cum for me.” She kept jerking it off. Semen no longer shot from the swollen head, but it continued to spurt little jets of white seed. She used the ends of his cock to rub his seed over her hard nipples. “Am I a good cocksucker?” she asked.
“The best,” he sighed, laying back on the couch and resting his head, a satisfied smile on his face, but his eye was twitching, making his head jerk slightly.
Claire showered and spent the rest of the day, cleaning up and fixing him dinner. She didn’t put her clothes back on until she left for the day. She wanted to suck his cock again before leaving, but it had been late in the afternoon when she’d sucked it the first time and he seemed satisfied. Maybe, if she’d asked, but she was too embarrassed and didn’t want to look like she was begging.
**********
Claire picked Calvin up early the next day for a doctor’s appointment. The nurse wheeled Calvin out into the lobby. He looked dejected, staring off into space, and she wondered if he’d been given a sedative. “Bad news?” she asked.
“I don’t get good news from doctors anymore,” he mumbled.
“Do you want to skip the gym?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”
Claire hadn’t worn her workout clothes. She wore a summer dress, white with roses, that looked lovely on her. Flipflops were on her feet, making a clicking sound as she walked. The unibrow trainer checked her out, clearly liking what he saw, as did every male working out. Nothing she wasn’t used to.
“AAAGGHHHH!!” Calvin cried through gritted teeth holding the weights above his head.
“Hold on. Don’t hurt yourself,” said Unibrow, grabbing the bar and putting it down.
Calvin was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He stared at the ceiling in disbelief. His strong muscular arms were shaking. Claire thought for a moment that he might cry, her eyes were watery, but no tears rolled down his cheeks.
Claire looked at the weights. “180! That’s good.”
Unibrow shook his head at her out of Calvin’s sight. “FUCK!” spat Calvin, clearly pissed. “Fuck no, that’s not good.” He held his hand out and Unibrow grabbed his arm, pulling Calvin up.
“Is still good, little buddy,” said Unibrow.
Claire wheeled the chair up the bench. The trainer helped Calvin up and swung him over to the seat. “Is not good,” whispered Calvin.
“You do better next time.” The burly trainer patted Calvin on the shoulder.
“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head. “I can’t take the pain anymore. A fifty-pound weight hurts. There’s no point anyway. Razmik,” said Calvin holding out his hand. Unibrow grasped it and they shook. “Thanks for everything. I’m done with the gym.”
“Sorry to see you go, little buddy.”
Calvin turned to Claire. “Let’s go.”
Claire took the handles and wheeled him towards the exit.
Razmik walked with them to the door. “Sorry to see you go too, honey.” He turned his attention to Claire. “I’m here seven days a week if you change your mind about training with me.”
“I’ll ask for you if I change my mind,” said Claire, with a wry smile. Her nipples were popping out from the hairy man’s attention.
“I give you the Armenian workout. Work you so hard, you won’t walk straight for a week.”
“Thank you,” she responded, her pussy fluttering. Ugly and hairy, but the trainer was big, masculine, and the bulge beneath his workout shorts was as impressive as Calvin’s. Her mind pictured her falling to her knees and pulling his shorts down, a massive hairy cock smacking her in the face. Her arousal was growing. She seemed to get horny every other period, building up to her ovulating. She’d be begging for cock… Tom’s penis next week.
They went through a drive-thru and got some roast beef sandwiches for lunch. Calvin was silent most of the ride. He tried to eat in the car, but didn’t feel like eating, wrapping the mostly entire sandwich back up in the wrapper.
Claire ate hers on the porch, chewing and watching Calvin sitting dejectedly in his chair. He smoked a joint, finally looking somewhat relieved when he finished. He wheeled the chair around. “I’m going to get a shower.” She sprang up and opened the door for him while he wheeled himself to the bathroom.
Claire threw her fast-food bag away and walked over to the couch, pulling her dress off over her head. She tossed it over the back of the couch, stepping out of her flipflops as she untied her bikini top. Stripped down to her “uniform”, she slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.
“GET OUT!” Snapped Calvin from inside the shower. “I want to be alone.”
He looked up, water from the shower running off his head, as she entered the shower. He spread his legs as she moved in between them. His cock was dangling down over the bench. “I know you had a bad day, but don’t take it out on me,” she said, as he rested his head on her bosom. He reached around her back and pulled her close. She stroked his head. “I’m here not because you pay me, but because you’re my friend.”
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around her back, now crying into her breasts. “You’re the best thing to happen to me in years.”
“It’s okay to cry,” she whispered, stroking his head. “It’s okay.”
And Calvin did cry. He sobbed and cried while she stroked his bald head. Finally, he turned his head sideways, staring at her erect nipple. “Three to four,” he said, raising his hand to pinch the pink stub capping her large bosom.
Claire gasped, as a wave of pleasure swept through her body, electrical impulses triggering spasms of desire in her pussy. “Three to four what?”
“Months left.”
“Oh!” She gasped, feeling for him. “Oh!” Her sorrow replacing her arousal. “OH!” A fresh wave of arousal soaked the bottom of her panty as Calvin’s lips replaced his fingers on her nipple. He sucked her nipple between his lips, sucking her entire areolae into his mouth. “Oh! Mmmmm,” she purred still stroking his head. She felt his cock crawling up her thigh, the shaft pressing into her crotch, as he hardened.
Claire moaned as his mouth worked their magic on her nipple. Just when she thought her nipple couldn’t take anymore, he kissed over to her other nipple, his fingers replacing his mouth on the one he’d been sucking. “Mmmm, so good,” she moaned. Claire pictured herself standing on her tiptoes and untying the strings on her hips. She guided the bare head of his big black cock towards the entrance to her pussy and slowly sank onto the huge shaft. Instead, she stepped back from those dangerous thoughts and the even more dangerous black cock between Calvin’s legs. She’d have to tame it another way.
Claire sank to her knees before the seated black man, leaned forward and took his cock between her lips. Now it was his turn to say, “Oh!” and “Mmmm,” as she inhaled his cock and sucked it like it deserved, deepthroating his shaft when she could, licking the crown, kneading his balls, sucking the tip while jerking off the rest. His cum was measured in ounces not teaspoons and his delicious seed filled her mouth again and again. She swallowed every drop of it, her lips pursed around the tip while she jerked the last remaining drops from his shaft.
“Thank you,” he gasped.
“Thank you,” she replied, licking her lips. “I love sucking your cock.”
“Help me out.”
Claire helped him up and held him as she swung him into his wheelchair. She dried him off and then herself, staying in her panty while she wheeled him into his bedroom. “Claire, I want to ask you something,” he said.
“Go ahead.” She helped him swing over onto the bed.
“Is your period over?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I want to break one of your rules.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she responded, but she was intrigued. “What were you thinking about?”
“Well, you’re giving me a lot of pleasure sucking me off. I was thinking it would only be fair if I repaid the favor.”
“Oh!” she said, surprised. Her pussy fluttered at the thought. “That’s not necessary like I said, I enjoy sucking you off, and…”
“I want to do it,” he said. “My fiancé thought it was dirty, but Mrs. Barnes loved having me go down on her. I’d really like to go down on a woman again before it’s too late.”
Claire’s pussy was soaking her panty. Tom hadn’t eaten her out since before they were married. She’d enjoyed his tongue more than his prick and she could sure use an orgasm. “Okay,” she said.
“Okay!” He perked up. “Lie down on the bed.”
Claire obeyed, scooting up and laying on his bed. He crawled over her leg and laid between her knees. His hand came up to her hips ready to break her rules. He pulled at the ties on her bikini bottom and pulled it down over her bush. She could feel his breath on her crotch. “Look at that pretty white pussy,” he whispered. Claire gasped when she felt his tongue glide up from the base of her pussy lips to her clit. He started lapping, wiggling his tongue into her. Claire started whimpering it felt so good. Her hips raised into his probing tongue. She opened her legs to give him more room. Calvin pushed his index finger in, rotating it around inside her. Claire panted, pushing her crotch into his finger as he slowly pulled it out, but he was only adding his middle finger. He pushed both fingers inside her. Combined, they felt bigger than Tom’s penis. He bent them, the tips rubbing the insides of her pussy. “Ah!” she cried, cumming so quickly she hadn’t felt it build up. “AAAHHH!” she screamed, her hips rising into his thrusting fingers as her quick little orgasm turned into an earthquake. She stared down at him in awe. He was looking up her body, down her chestnut-colored pubes, over her undulating belly, and between her breasts, meeting her eyes. His lips sucking in her clit and tonguing over the hard nub while his fingers continued wiggling fast inside her. “UNNNNHHH!” She cried one last time, her hips crashing back down on the bed. Calvin withdrew his fingers and planted a kiss on the top of her pussy. “Thank you,” she mumbled, gasping for breath.
He kissed her pussy again and pushed himself up. “Good one?” he asked.
“That was the best orgasm of my life,” she said, still dazed by its intensity. Claire smiled lazily, staring off into space. She stretched her body out, moaning, still basking in the afterglow of her strong orgasm. “I think that was the big one,” she purred.
“Nope,” he said, smiling. Calvin crawled up and laid beside her in bed. He reached over, pulling the drawer on his nightstand open and removed a sheet of paper. “You asked why I like taking pictures of you. This is for you.” He handed her the paper.
Claire gasped. “Calvin, this is wonderful.” He’d drawn a picture of her posing in her bikini in his yard. He’d used colored pencils at the drawing was amazing. She’d forgotten he’d been great at art in high school, she was always more concerned with sports.
“You’re wonderful,” he answered, leaning into her, wrapping one arm around her body until he fell asleep. She was still staring at the picture when he started snoring.
**********
Thursday, she picked up breakfast in a drive-thru and took it over to Calvin’s. He didn’t meet her, so she put his hotcakes and sausage on a TV tray and carried it into his room. He was sitting up in bed with only a sheet covering him. She could see the outline of his shaft, bent down, the sheet hugging it. “Thank you,” he said, accepting the tray. “Nothing for you?”
“Well,” she sat on the bed, smiling up at him. “I was hoping for a large sausage. She pulled at the sheet. It came down his chest, Calvin lifting the tray. The sheet pulled free of his crotch, his cock flying up to fall on his stomach. “May I suck your cock?” she asked, grabbing it and stroking it to fatten it up.
“Strip first.”
Claire stood. She was dressed down sexy in pink sweat shorts and a spaghetti strap top. She pulled the top off over her head, pulling the string of her bikini. He watched as the bikini top fell off her breasts and she wiggled the shorts down her hips and legs. Calvin’s smile broadened when she pulled the strings on her hips to release the panty also. She was nude when she crawled between his legs and started sucking his cock.
Afterward, Claire held her hand over her full belly while Calvin went down on her again. It was nastier than last time. She was humping his tongue and occasionally his tongue would slide down to her anus and lick across her rosebud. He would return it to her pussy when she was about to protest. As she was gasping and moaning, his tongue would find her sphincter again, pushing into it before moving back to her pussy. She was about to object, but it felt good and she relaxed letting him lick her anus, gliding his tongue along her perineum and back to her labia and clit.
Claire tensed up when his hand crawled up her thigh. She glanced down. He was tonguing her clit, looking back up at her. She smiled down at him, waiting for his talented fingers, but the hand slid under her crotch and ass cheeks. Her eyes widened, but then his other hand worked his thumb into her pussy while the index finger pressed hard against her anus. It pushed inside just as Calvin sucked her clit between his lips again. Claire screamed, her hips bucking off the bed. She grabbed his head and held him tightly against her crotch as she came hard around his fingers and tongue. His finger pushed deeper into her ass as she came, prolonging the orgasm. It was as intense as yesterday, but even longer. “OHMYGOD,” she moaned, stretching again. “A girl could get addicted to cumming like that.” She felt slightly ashamed that anal play had made her cum so hard.
Calvin grinned; his lower face was soaked with her juices. “Happy to help,” he said, kissing her pussy again.
They took separate showers and Claire ended up driving Calvin to a restaurant for lunch before she pushed him through a nearby park. “This is nice,” he said, watching the scenery. There were some ducks in a nearby brook, some joggers running down the path, and a few dog walkers.
“What do you say to us going away for a few days? We could go to the zoo.”
“That sounds wonderful, but wouldn’t Tom mind?”
“No, we can go when he’s at his conference.”
“Absolutely,” he told her. “I haven’t been away in years.”
“It’ll be fun,” she said. “Would you mind if I took off the day before?” she asked. “If you need me, I can stop by in the morning.”
“No, no, that’s fine,” he reached up and patted her hand on the handlebars of his chair. “Take off. I’m done with the gym and I can manage on my own. What’s going on?”
“Tom’s leaving that night and trying to take off work early. I was going to treat myself to a spa day.”
“Special occasion? It’s not your anniversary is it?”
“No,” she laughed. Claire leaned down and whispered in his ear. “I should be ovulating late next week.”
“Oh!” he replied.
Claire straightened her back, pushing him. Her eyes zoomed in on the bulge beneath his sweats. His cock had just doubled in size. She didn’t know what had caused it to swell, maybe an attractive female jogger that had just run past, but the sight of his swelling cock made her eager to get back to his house and suck on it again.
She sucked his cock again before she left for the day, enthusiastically swallowing his shaft down her throat eager to have him go down on her again. His oral skills got her off three more times and she drove home in a happy well-satisfied daze.
Friday, she arrived at Calvin’s and walked into his bedroom. He was laying nude on the bed. She glanced at his cock, licked her lips, and stripped her clothes off. It swelled as each piece of clothing was dropped to the floor and was fully hard as she untied her bikini panty. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him for five minutes before he asked her to stop. “I want to go down on you, but my back is hurting,” he said. “Come up here and straddle my mouth.” Claire climbed over him, the shaft of his cock sliding between her legs and making her whimper. He sucked on one nipple as they dangled in his face. She sat up and slowly brought her pussy down on his mouth, gasping as she felt his tongue probe into her.
Claire grabbed the headboard, moaning as she bounced on his tongue. Her head threw back as she came hard on his mouth, soaking his chin. She didn’t stop bouncing and his tongue continued licking at her. “Unh! Oh Calvin! Eat my pussy!” His tongue worked faster. “You lick me so good. Lick me so good. So good. Ah! Ah! AAAHHHH!” She came hard over his tongue again which he finally withdrew. She grabbed the headboard raising herself slightly.
Calvin lifted his head and kissed the pretty white pussy hovering above his mouth. “I’m not done, but turn around.” Claire sat up and turned around, backing her crotch back into his mouth. He started lapping again and she started pushing her pussy back into his tongue. Her eyes fell on his huge balls and the base of his shaft. She reached down and lifted his cock off his stomach, lowering her head, she began sucking the tip of his cock while Calvin lapped at her pussy. Soon, they gave each other two satisfying orgasms.
The weekend came and Claire found herself fingering her pussy multiple times a day. She was horny, her mind kept drifting back to Calvin’s impressive oral skills. It was his cock she pictured in her mind when she masturbated. Tom was more than up for sex, his little penis was hard as a rock when he woke up Sunday, poking at her from behind, but she turned him down. “And don’t take care of it in the shower,” she scolded him when he got out of bed. “Save it for Wednesday.” Her approaching ovulation explained her constant arousal and her fingers were crossed they’d finally make a baby. She briefly considered running off to check on Calvin, certain he’d go down on her in exchange for a good blow job, but Tom stuck around the house all day. She could wait, Monday was only a day away.
Claire caught herself smiling as she drove down Calvin’s driveway Monday morning. The smile dropped from her face when she unlocked the door. Calvin was laying nude on the floor, trying to crawl across the floor. “Help me,” he gasped.
“CALVIN!” She raced to him. “What’s wrong?” She squatted down trying to help him up.
“My legs!” he seemed horrified. “They’re not working. They hurt so bad.”
“Where’s your wheelchair?”
“Wheelchair?” he seemed confused.
She helped him up, the little black man leaning heavily on her as she steered him towards the couch. “There you go.” She let him down. She glanced down at his cock dangling between his legs.
He saw her glance and tried to cover it. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
“It’s okay,” she squatted down and removed his hand. “You knew I was coming today. It’s Wednesday, that I’m off.” She reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. It swelled as she stroked it. “Maybe this will make you feel better?”
“C-Claire! What are you doing?” He was looking at her shocked.
“Sorry,” she said. “May I suck your cock?”
“Uh Okay,” he said. His cock turned rock hard in an instant, twitching and trying to pull free of her hand. He gasped when she leaned over and took the head in her mouth. “Oh my god,” he groaned. She sucked him deep. He placed one hand on the back of her head, pulling her down further over his shaft. He sighed when she engulfed his entire cock, sucking him like that for a dozen bobs before the angle started hurting her. She pulled back. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
Claire stood and smiled at him. “I’m out of uniform.” She pulled her top off over her head. She’d dressed sexy for him, a pink halter over her breasts and pink sweat shorts over her ass. She’d wanted to be able to strip quickly so that he could go down on her again. His eyes widened when her breasts appeared. Claire kneeled and resumed blowing him, pausing to squeeze his cock between her tits and stare at him.
“Your tits are perfect,” he grunted. She lowered her lips, licking his cock head while titty fucking him. “Damn Claire, you sure know how to handle a big black cock.”
“Feeling better?” she asked.
“Hell yeah, but my legs still hurt.”
She furrowed her brow and slid back to suck him again. She rubbed his calves while bobbing her head. He moaned. His cock swelled and she pulled back just in time to get a mouthful of his delicious seed. His second load came hard on the first and she had to release his cock as she swallowed. His voluminous seed continued to spout, covering her tits and nipples with his cum.
“Dayumn,” he groaned, the last of his seed dribbling from the head of his cock. “I knew you liked me,” he said, smirking. “Dump that asshole Tom and go to prom with me.”
“Prom?”
“Yeah, we’d get some stares, but I’d sure love for you to be my date.” He was looking at her expectantly.
“I’ll think about it,” she answered, worried.
“You interested in going a little further maybe?”
Claire glanced down, his cock had just swelled an inch and he was wiggling his eyebrows at her. “I don’t think so.”
“You sure? I’ll take it slow.”
“No thanks.”
Calvin sighed. “Fine. My parents might be home soon anyway. Maybe prom night, if you’ll be my date.”
“Maybe prom night,” she replied, nodding. “And your parents… Your parents won’t be home for a while. They asked me to check on you after you got injured at last week’s game. You hit your head and hurt your legs.”
“I don’t remember,” he said, shaking his head. “Hopefully, I’ll be able to walk by prom. Even if you go with Tom, would you promise me one dance?”
“I’ll promise you two,” she said, staring at him sadly. “Hungry?”
“Famished.”
“I’ll fix you breakfast.” She pulled her clothes back on and retrieved Calvin’s sweat pants before starting to make him some pancakes and sausage. Her belly was full of his seed and she didn’t eat. While Calvin ate, she looked through his doctor’s notes from his last visit. The one that had left him so depressed. She tried not to cry as she read through the doctor’s report.
His cancer had spread to the brain.
Possible symptoms could include: headaches, vision loss, changes in mood, personality, or behavior, memory loss, and more. Alone, it was probably treatable, but with treatments failing to stop the spread of his bone cancer, the treatments would just make his last few months worse than they already were for him. “Excuse me a moment,” she told Calvin, who was still eating.
Claire got up and stepped out on the porch to cry.
Later, he tried to play a video game, but couldn’t concentrate on the screen. He complained about a headache and wanted to take a nap. She wheeled him to his room and helped him to bed. “Claire?” he asked. “Would you suck me again?”
“I’d love to suck that big black cock again,” she purred sexily, reaching for the waistband of his sweat pants. His cock sprang up, hardening rapidly. She kneeled and pulled his pants off, sitting up to yank the top over her head.
Calvin stared hungrily at her breasts. “You’ve got an amazing body.”
“Thank you.” She leaned down over him and took his cock in her mouth. She gave him a long loving blow job that left him groaning and bucking his hips. She felt him swell and twitch, gulping every ounce of his cum and milking his shaft for the remaining drops.
“You’re really good at that,” he said, gasping. “Come up here.” He pulled on her arm. Claire slid up his body and snuggled into him, Calvin’s strong arm wrapped around her. Their faces were close. His hand came behind her neck and pulled her lips to his. She kissed him back, lips parted, their tongues teasing each other. It broke one of her rules, but it was a great kiss. It was passionate and left her thighs damp and her hard nipples pushing into his chest. “I wanted to do that the first time I laid eyes on you in Mrs. Barnes’ class.”
“It was nice,” she told him. Claire ran her white hand down his black chest, the contrast arousing her even more. “So, you liked the blow job?” He smiled and grunted. “Maybe, you could return the favor?”
Calvin’s eyes were closed. He opened them. “Sure.”
Claire rolled away from him and stepped out of bed, wiggling her shorts down her hips and stepping out of her panty. Nude, she climbed back into bed, but Calvin’s eyes had closed and he was snoring softly.
Claire sighed and walked to his bathroom for a quick shower and to use some mouth wash. She dressed and did some cleaning. Calvin slept for several hours and was his normal self, but still complained of a minor headache and showed some signs of confusion. She left that night telling him to call or text her if he needed anything.
She was so horny, she considered sex with her husband a few days early, but settled for masturbating during a long bath in her tub. She told Tom about Calvin’s condition and he suggested their old classmate might be getting close to needing hospice care.
Tuesday, Calvin was back to normal, though he seemed more tired than usual. He was really looking forward to going to the zoo Thursday. They enjoyed a leisure sixty-nine in the morning that left her satisfied and had another session before she left for the day, taking turns. Calvin licked her and fingered her to seven orgasms until she was gasping and begging for him to stop. “Just wanted you to get through tomorrow without seeing me, babe,” he said, giving her pussy one last kiss.
“Wow! I think that will get me through a week.”
The plan for Wednesday was for Tom to get off work early, have an early dinner with his wife, make love (and hopefully a baby) and then Tom would leave for the airport to catch a late-night flight to his convention. Claire was going to treat herself to a spa day, come home, and make dinner.
She woke up flushed and wet between the legs. She’d been dreaming about Calvin. They were walking down a beach, holding hands. In the dream, Calvin wasn’t sick and he was taller than her. They were both nude and alone. His heavy cock slapped from thigh to thigh as he walked. They arrived at a blanket on the sand with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine sticking out of it. Calvin sat her down on the blanket, leaning down to kiss her. Claire fell back as he climbed on top, their lips never parting, her legs opening for his hard-probing cock. She gasped as he entered her, wrapping her legs around his waist as his cock thrust deep into her. Her hips were rising slightly into the imaginary thrusts of Calvin’s cock when she woke up.
She took all these signs as symptoms of her timing her ovulation correctly. Claire showered, looking forward to her day and even more forward to tonight. Tom, on the other hand, seemed oblivious. He was more excited about a couple interested in a high-priced home that he was selling. They wanted a second walk through that day and if it sold, he was looking at a big commission. He woke up somewhat when she kissed him goodbye at the front door and she opened her robe for him as he was putting his suitcase in the back seat of his car. He did a double-take and slammed her door, loosening his tie as he raced back to her, shocked that his wife had just ******* herself in public. “No no, save it for tonight, mister.” He looked down and turned back to his car.
The spa was pure pleasure. Claire got herself a manicure and a pedicure, a deep tissue massage, and a facial. She was still in a state of total relaxation while she got her hair done. Back home, she put a chicken in the oven and had a quick bath, so that she could shave her armpits and legs, as well as trimming her chestnut brown pubic mound down to just a thin strip in the middle.
She had laid out a surprise for Tom on the bed, a sexy white lingerie ensemble that included, a sheer bra, panty, garter belt, and white nylons. She felt sexy rolling the nylons up her legs and attaching them to the garters. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she’d never looked hotter. She wrapped her silk robe around her body and headed downstairs.
Then her phone buzzed as a text arrived.
Tom was running late with the couple he was showing the house to.
Claire set the table and opened a bottle of wine. She sat down, sipping her wine, and staring at the roast chicken and the other food cooling. Her phone buzzed again.
Tom wasn’t going to make dinner.
She sighed and began filling her plate. Claire drank another glass of wine, sensing that her evening was about to be ruined. Her phone buzzed again.
Tom had made the SALE! But he’d have to leave straight for the airport.
She called him and he could tell she was angry, but she was mollified when he promised her that with this commission, he’d take her on a second honeymoon to Hawaii. It was that big. And it wasn’t entirely his fault, he again offered for her to come with him, but with Calvin’s failing health she feared to leave him for too long. Claire sighed. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. “It is what it is,” she told Tom. “Text me when your plane lands.”
Claire poured some more wine, looking at all the food on the table. Tom was right. If it wasn’t for Calvin, she could be making love to her husband for the next three nights of peak ovulation and lounging by a pool during the day. Maybe, they could conceive in Hawaii? That would certainly be a memorable magical place to make a baby. But, if she weren’t willing to leave Calvin alone for three days now, she certainly couldn’t leave him alone for a vacation in Hawaii? Maybe hospice care was a good idea for Calvin. She could float it to him after their trip to the zoo. And speaking of Calvin, he would surely appreciate a plate of her dinner. It was early and he probably hadn’t eaten yet, so she fixed him a plate and hoped he’d be willing to take care of her arousal problem.
Forty minutes later, Claire let herself into his house. “CALVIN!” she called out, hoping he was his normal self.
“In here,” he called from his bedroom. He was laying on the bed, wearing only tight white briefs, his enormous bulge stretching them to the limit. “Caught me,” he said, hitting pause on the remote to the Tv at the foot of the bed.
“Caught you?” she asked, glancing at the screen and doing a double-take. Calvin had been watching porn. The frozen screen showed a white woman with big fake tits dangling on all fours while a fit black man fucked her from behind and a rather skinny black man kneeled before her with half his huge cock shoved down her throat.
“Hey, that’s nice of you, but you didn’t have to bring me dinner on your special night.” He eagerly reached for the plate as she handed it to him. Calvin set in on his chest and hit play.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” The woman on TV held the shaft before her face, licking all around the skinny man’s large cock head. He wasn’t as big as Calvin, but his cock was still a foot long. “I LOVE BIG BLACK COCK,” she screamed.
“SHAKE THat ass, slut,” grunted the man fucking her as Calvin turned the volume down. The black man slapped her ass cheek. “Better then yo husband, bitch?”
Claire gulped, staring at the scene. Her nipples slowly hardening and she felt her thighs dampen as the woman screamed out, “Yes! Yes! So much better than my husband.” Claire squirmed a little in her chair. She’d never been turned on by porn before, but the sight of those two huge black cocks, and the contrast in the skin tones of the black men and the white woman was exciting her.
“What happened with Tom?” asked Calvin.
Claire explained about Tom’s big sale while staring wide-eyed as the actress climbed on top of the skinny guy’s huge cock and the man behind her lined his black cock up with her anus. She didn’t appear to be faking her enjoyment, her orgasm looked very convincing.
“Want me to turn it off?”
Claire nodded, unable to look away until Calvin turned the tv off. She glanced over at the little black man; his cock was now straining to burst free of his briefs. “Thanks,” she said, turning her attention on Calvin. Her arrival had been fortuitous in that the porn and made him horny and she was certain, he’d go down on her in exchange for a blow job. “Yeah, I was disappointed, but Tom promised to take me to Hawaii. I even bought special lingerie for him.” She lifted her leg to show off her white nylons and heels. “He hasn’t even seen me in it.”
“Show me,” ordered Calvin.
Claire stood and opened her coat for Calvin, letting it fall to the floor. She’d felt so naughty driving to Calvin’s wearing only her coat over the lingerie. “What do you think?” she asked, posing, hand on one hip.
Calvin’s first response was his cock forcing its way under the hem of his underwear. “Damn sexy, Claire,” he growled, reaching down to pull his underwear down the shaft and under his balls.
“I was hoping you’d like it.” She reached down and unclipped the garters from her stocking. “I really need to get off.”
“Keep the stockings and belt on,” he said.
Claire glanced up, smiled, and nodded. She wiggled her panty down over her thighs, stepping out of it when it fell to her feet. She then hooked the straps back to her stockings before reaching behind her and unhooking the bra. She sighed when her large breasts sprang free of their constraints. Claire climbed on the bed, kneeling and reaching for his cock.
“Let me go first,” said Calvin.
Claire nodded and climbed over him, rolling on her back and spreading her legs. Calvin used his arms to hold himself up and move over her body. He didn’t head straight down but lowered himself. Claire gasped as he sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She spread her legs wider, her pussy squirting out its arousal over the head of Calvin’s penis which was suddenly bobbing along her slit. She squirmed, moving a hand down between them to cover her opening, but not before another suck on her nipple had her squirting more fluid over his cock head. Her hand slipped in to protect her and Calvin wasn’t contesting it. He kissed his way across her breasts, sucking her other nipple between his lips. She squirted again, this time into her palm.
Sucking on her nipples was getting her worked up. Her hips were lifting into imaginary thrusts of his big black cock. She removed her hand, reaching down until she could feel the tip of his cock. She coated it with her fluid, a growing part of her wanted to grab him under the crown and pull his cock back to the entrance of her pussy. She really wanted to make a baby tonight and Calvin’s big black cock was the only one available. Fuck me, fuck me, she heard herself telling him, but her ability to reason was still stronger than her lust for Calvin’s huge cock. She felt his cock slide through her fingers as he moved down, kissing beneath her nipples, down her ribs, puckering to kiss her navel. His tongue slid down one side of the strip on her newly shaved pubic mouth and then… “YES!” she cried as his tongue slid into her.
Claire spread her legs wider, her hips lifting into his tongue. “Ooo yeah, baby. Ooo yeah, baby,” she squealed as his tongue brought her to the brink. He sucked her clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into her, pumping them slowly before flexing them. “OH FUCK!” she cried, cumming all over his fingers. “Mmmm, I needed that.” Claire sighed and sank back down on the mattress as Calvin slowly withdrew his fingers and kissed her on her pussy.
Calvin wasn’t quite done. He licked up her pussy and around her clit. Slowly kissing his way back up her body. He kissed her bellybutton again, slipping his tongue into it, kissing and licking his way up her stomach and back to her breasts.
Claire moaned, squirming beneath him, as she quickly turned from satisfied to aroused again. Her hips lifting into an imaginary cock, even as the real cock moved between her thighs. Calvin sucked a nipple into her mouth, her pussy throbbing with need just as the head of his cock probed at her entrance and she began to open for him. Her pussy lips spread around the hard-unyielding head of his cock. One thrust and it would be inside her. Claire ran her hands up his strong back to his shoulders and pushed, keeping him from entering her, even as she was raising her pussy up into his cock craving to have him inside her. She pushed down harder and rolled Calvin over on his side.
Claire sat up and grabbed his cock as he turned over onto his back. She bent down and took him in her mouth, slowly sucking the head before working her way down his shaft, slowly deep throating him. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up. Claire was craving his seed, but released his cock and allowed him to guide her. She kissed her way up over his flat stomach and chest, eventually straddling his body and sitting up as she slid her pussy back and forth along the shaft of his cock.
Claire placed her hands on his chest, looking down at him, as she jerked him off with her pussy. He stared back at her, his desire for her written all over his face. Another orgasm was building. She reared up, her pussy pushing down on the head of his cock. She whimpered humping the head as fast as she could. Her pussy lips open and closed around it, opening further and further. She screamed softly when his hands grabbed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipple. Her orgasm was small and did nothing to stop her from humping his cock. He was sweating, pinching, and pulling harder on her nipples as he got closer to ejaculation. “YES!” she cried, sitting up and then pushing down harder on his cock. This time, he seemed to flex it, lifting it off his stomach and her pussy spread further around the tip, totally engulfing the head. Calvin came. “NO!” she squealed suddenly alarmed but humping his cock head even faster as her orgasm broke. His first load had shot inside her, his second squirted hard around her clit. She came down taking another wad inside and then another on her clit. She humped the head of his cock with abandon, cumming harder and harder with each blast of his seed. Claire had never cum like this. She pushed down, taking the head in past the crown, feeling more of his seed fill her as she leaned down and passionately kissed the man giving her so much pleasure. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, finding and dueling with his as she continued cumming while his cock twitched planting more of his seed inside her.
Claire needed to jump off and get cleaned up, but Calvin was holding her arms and kissing her. She moaned, sucking on his tongue and fighting the urge to push back into his shaft. “Mmm, I need to get up,” she whispered breaking the kiss but continuing to peck at his lips.
“Not just yet,” he said, pulling her head down and passionately kissing her again. His cock head continued plugging his sperm inside her.
Claire relented, kissing him back, another of her rules thrown out the door for good. They kissed for a full minute before she pushed herself up and crawled down his body. She felt relieved when she saw the messy pool of semen covering his body from above his navel and down to his balls. She lowered herself, lapping up some of the sperm covering his stomach. It was good and still warm. She would have stayed there, lapping his sperm up like a kitten at a saucer of milk before moving over and licking his shaft clean for him, but she needed to clean up. She licked up under his navel and sucked the sperm out of his belly button before forcing herself off the bed. Claire ran to his bathroom.
Semen was dripping off her clitoris and labia. Some had gone inside her so she forced herself to pee. It probably wasn’t a lot, but it didn’t take much and it didn’t matter that he’d only cum just inside her pussy. She jumped in his shower and tried to wash her crotch as best she could.
“Stay with me,” he said when Claire came out of the bathroom.
Claire hadn’t wasted time removing her nylons before showering. She unhooked her garter and began rolling the wet nylons down her fit legs, wiggling the garter down to her feet. “I can’t,” she replied. “Tom’s gonna call when he gets to his room and I’d like to get some sleep before the drive tomorrow.
“I understand,” said Calvin, staring at her as she pulled the bra and panty back on. “I guess that’s as close as I’m going to get to my dying wish.”
“What’s that?”
“To fuck you before I go.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, staring hungrily at his spent cock. “That was fun but dangerous. You may have knocked me up.” She gasped, watching his cock swell again. “We can’t risk another close call like that.”
“No, we can’t,” he agreed, even as his cock hardened fully.
Claire stared at it wondering if she should jerk him off or suck it for him. She shook her head. “I’ll see you bright and early.”
“See you in the morning.”
**********
Claire laid on her bed naked waiting for Tom’s call. She jumped when the phone finally rang. Their conversation was short, they both were tired and he was still excited about his big commission sale. They hung up. Claire rose off the bed and took another shower, cleaning her crotch again, just to be sure. There had been a few drops of semen in her panty when she’d pulled it off.
Claire didn’t sleep well. She spent half the night in a hypnogogic state. She was half asleep and half awake, in her waking mind she was fucking Calvin. The other half the night, her sleeping mind dreamed she was fucking Calvin. In her mind, Calvin did make the thrust that shoved his cock deep. She dreamed, she was riding him bending down to kiss him, pushing her pussy back until his cock was balls deep. In her mind, every drop of his semen was ejaculated deep in her womb filling her with millions of his sperm. In her dreams, she agreed to stay the night with him. She agreed to his dying wish, fucking him all night long.
Claire woke up, tired, but she didn’t need much sleep anyway. She was horny, maybe even more than yesterday. She didn’t know if it were from the fact she was near peak ovulation or her sex dreams or a combination of both. She took her morning shower. She’d packed a travel bag the day before. She pulled on white shorts and a black tee-shirt, slipping her feet into sandals.
She called the hotel from her car and canceled her room as she pulled into a parking spot at the drug store. Her cheeks flushed as she entered the store and the clerk greeted her. She looked around before finding the prophylactic section. She stared confused at all the packs of condoms, finally settling on a box of six XXL sized rubbers. They were, appropriately, black latex. Her cheeks were even redder when she paid the clerk and hurried out the door.
Calvin was waiting for her on his porch, a small travel bag beside his wheelchair. He was grinning and looked well-rested. She wheeled him to her car and helped him inside. The drive to the hotel was pleasant. They didn’t talk about last night. They chatted amicably and she was grateful he seemed his normal self. The hotel was near the zoo and along a street with plenty of restaurants. Calvin handed Claire his credit card and waited in the car while she checked in.
The room was handicapped accessible. She wheeled Calvin inside, glancing at the large king-sized bed dominating the room. There was space for a wheelchair to get around the bed and the bathroom door was wide enough for the chair. There wasn’t a bathtub, but a walk-in shower with a curtain, bars, and a bench. “I’ll get the bags,” she said, leaving the room for her car.
Claire returned carrying his travel bag and her larger suitcase. Calvin glanced at her suitcase. “Geeze, we’re only here one night.”
“A girl gots to be prepared. I might need a fancy dress; it might get chilly at night. It might rain, so I need a raincoat. I only use my shampoo. I also have Advil, nail clippers, a file, a razor, and three pairs of shoes. What did you bring?”
“A white tank top and gray sweat shorts.” He looked down. “I’m wearing my shoes. That’s it, plus a toothbrush.”
“Men,” she said, shaking her head.
“Imma go wizz,” he said, wheeling his chair to the bathroom. “You can go settle in your room. I hope your next door.” Calvin winced, as he stood and leaned on a bar, fishing his cock out to pee. Sweat beaded his forehead and by the time he’d finished urinating, he wished he’d just swung over and sat on the seat. He wheeled himself back out, surprised to find Claire seated on his bed. “You drop your stuff off already?”
She smiled and nodded towards her suitcase open on the table. “I’m in my room. No sense wasting your money when we both know I’ll be spending most of the night with you anyway.” She felt a little nervous and had some trepidation. She gave a quick glance at the pillow where she’d hidden the box of condoms. If she went through with this, she’d officially be cheating. She’d be giving Calvin something only Tom should have. Tom, the man that had left her when she was at peak ovulation and thus, peak horniness. Calvin’s big black cock would totally satisfy the horniness problem, but the thought of being stretched out by that monstrosity was what was making her a little anxious. She thought she could handle half, but what if he was overeager and shoved more in? What if the condom broke? That thought made her shudder a little. What if her body really was built for big black cock?
Calvin wheeled over in front of her. He looked like he was about to cry. He reached out, took her hands in his. “This means a lot to me, Claire,” he said, sincerely. “Just the thought of having you lie next to me all night makes me happy. To be able to take you in my arms or to just reach out and touch you, to know you’re there next to me.” He did look like he was about to cry, but he fought the tears away. “I’ve been so lonely the last few years.
“I’m looking forward to it too,” she replied, squeezing his hand. She sat forward and stood enough to kiss him on the lips. The kiss turned passionate, both of them moaning as their tongues danced. Claire found herself sitting in his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath her shorts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter against hers as his hands slid under her shirt, along her back. She humped his stiff cock as his hands found her bra clasp. She broke the kiss. “Later, after dinner,” she told him. Claire looked him in the eyes. Her friend was dying. And if his dying wish was to fuck her?
She was going to grant him that wish.
**********
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 ******* 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.
**********
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 ***** and horny.
“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 its 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 than 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 while 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 ****** 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 it 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 as it released 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 anything 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.”
Claire flushed. She was touched by his comments. “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 happily stayed naked. When she checked on him later, Calvin was out cold.
**********
Claire made a grilled cheese for dinner, figuring if he woke up, she could quickly fix him a sandwich. It was still her job, but she didn’t feel like tidying up much, though she did unpack his travel bag and threw his dirty clothes in the washer.
His sketchbook was sitting on the table. She picked it up and flipped through it. She wasn’t shocked to see it was full of pictures of her. They were good and flattering. The sketches represented most of her outfits. Sketches of her posing for him when she worked in his yard. He’d taken photos of her on his tablet that day and he’d snapped pictures of her other days. The next bunch was of her in her bikini, topless, nude, kneeling while jerking off his cock… Claire gasped as the remainder of the pictures were all pornographic. Most were just of her doing various things with a black cock with no body attached. The last pictures Calvin finally appeared, but he was healthy and fucking her in various positions. She closed the book, not sure what to think about them, but she was moderately aroused.
As it grew late, Claire returned to his room and let her bikini fall to the floor. She slipped into bed beside him and snuggled up to him, rubbing his chest, her hand moving farther down, grabbing his cock. She fell asleep with her hand on his cock. Calvin woke around midnight, waking her with a kiss on her lips. “You stayed,” he said.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Tom won’t be home until late afternoon.” Her hand was still on his cock and she moaned again as it expanded in her hand. Claire spread her legs as Calvin rolled on top of her. Twenty minutes later, he filled her womb with another load of his hot seed. They slept until late morning and this time; she woke him as she slowly sucked on his cock. Claire mounted him and rode through five good orgasms until the big one finally had her collapsing on his chest. Claire kissed him and left to wash up.
She fixed him breakfast before leaving for home to greet her husband.
**********
“UNH!” Tom groaned, thrusting his hips up.
“YES!” Claire cried, imagining her husband sending one of his babymakers finally impregnating her.
“I don’t even think it’s in,” he gasped, breathing heavily.
Claire wiggled around on his crotch. It didn’t feel like he was inside her. Her pussy was used to Calvin’s cock and she could barely feel Tom’s penis tonight when it was inside her. She also kept bouncing up too high in his lap causing it to fall out several times. She must have bounced too high just as he came, for she slid back to see his shriveled little penis laying on his pubes, a small pool of runny seed matting his pubic hair. “Maybe some got in,” she stated, but not feeling optimistic.
“Just gives us an excuse to try again in the morning,” said Tom, patting her ass to get her to dismount.
They both cleaned up and got ready for bed. Claire was exhausted from her time with Calvin and quickly fell asleep. Her rest was filled with erotic dreams about her and Calvin. In many, they were pencil sketches acting out the acts she’d seen in his sketchbook. In others, she relived their two nights in the hotel. Finally, they were in a zoo enclosure, nude and they both were striped like zebras, her black stripes the color of his skin with his white stripes the color of hers. Calvin had the enormous black zebra cock they’d seen on the male at the zoo. The huge cock extended hardening. Crowds were watching them as she rolled on her back. Calvin! Calvin! She moaned, spreading her legs for him.
Tom groaned as he inserted his penis. Claire woke up to her husband on top of her. His face was scrunched up and he seemed to be having trouble getting a rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried squeezing her pussy muscles around his thin penis. It must have helped for several minutes later, he was grunting and finally squirting a few drops of seed inside her pussy.
They both showered and dressed for their jobs. Tom in his suit and tie, Claire in her shorts and tank top, bikini on underneath, and flipflops, as always looking sexy as hell. She kissed her husband goodbye and left for Calvin’s.
Claire knew she should call it off with Calvin, but her body disagreed. The closer she got to her black lover’s house, the more aroused she got. Her nipples slowly hardened while her pussy slowly turned wet as she left her home. Her nipples were rock hard nubs by the time she pulled into Calvin’s driveway and her bikini bottom was soaked by her gushing pussy. She needed his cock. She was already addicted to the big orgasms she had when he filled her with cum.
She needed to stop fucking Calvin to return to a normal life with her husband.
**********
Calvin and Claire fucked four times that day.
She and Calvin averaged about four times every day, six days a week for the next six weeks. Most days he was his normal self with teenage Calvin and dominant asshole Calvin appearing around once a week.
On Friday of the first week, since they’d become lovers, Claire arrived at his house and was surprised to see Calvin up and sitting on the porch in his wheelchair. He was also naked with his huge cock hanging over the front of the chair. Calvin took a puff off his joint and sneered evilly at her. “Get yo clothes off, bitch,” he ordered.
“Wh-what here?” she asked, freezing in her tracks.
“Now, slut!” he took a final hit off his joint, held the smoke in, and didn’t release it until she was down to her bikini.
“Okay,” she said, trembling as she untied the strings on her bikini. Dominant Calvin brought out a side of her personality she hadn’t been aware off and though she pretended to hate his asshole persona, she was always thrilled when he made an appearance.
“Okay what, slut?”
“Okay master,” she said, gulping.
He grinned. “Get yo ass inside and on that bed,” he ordered, slapping her ass hard as she hurried past. He turned and wheeled himself in behind her. “Get on all fours.”
Claire stopped, concerned. “No Calvin, that hurts you too bad.”
He stopped the chair, looking at her in disbelief. “Did you just tell me no, slut?”
“Uh yes, I mean no, I mean your legs…”
“Get on the bed or you can take your ass home and never come back,” he said.
Claire glanced down at his cock, now half risen off the chair. She’d loved being fucked by him doggy style and wanted it bad, but the act had caused him real pain.
“Well slut? What’s it gonna be?”
“The bed, master,” she replied, turning and entering his bedroom.
“Ass up, head down,” he said, swinging onto the bed from his wheelchair. The bottle of lube was laying on the bed. She didn’t know why it was out, she never needed it with him. He mumbled some curses and gasped a few times. She winced knowing the pain this was causing him, but he wanted this and was soon kneeling behind her. He smacked her ass several times with his cock to fully harden it before she felt the shaft slide down the crack of her ass. He ran the head up and down her slit. “You want this, slut?”
“Yes master,” she gasped, trying to push her hips back into it. “Please fuck me.”
“Please fuck you with what?”
“Please fuck me with your big black cock, master,” she said, gasping as his cock head pushed into her. He worked the head around, lubricating his shaft with her arousal, pushing it deeper and deeper. She felt her first orgasm growing. She always came hard every time she took the entirety of his monster cock inside her. “CUM…” SPANK! “MING!” she screamed as his hand came down hard enough to make her ass cheek quiver.
“That’s for telling me no, slut,” he growled.
But Claire couldn’t hear him. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” she cried, grinding her pussy back into his cock. His spanking her right when she was cumming turned an otherwise large orgasm into a big one that bordered on the ones she had when he came inside her. “So good. So good,” she moaned over and over.
Calvin’s hand clenched her ass cheek tightly and Claire felt his thumb pushing against her anus. She gasped as her rosebud slowly pushed in, opening up for his thumb. Claire whimpered as her rectum squeezed tightly around his big thumb and she quickly found herself cumming again. He paused, burying his cock, and slowly pulling his thumb out as she came down from her orgasm.
“Are you my slut?” he asked.
“Yes, master,” she replied.
“No, you’re not.”
“What do you mean?”
Calvin slowly withdrew his cock. He reached down for the bottle of lotion lying beside him. His cock sprang free, flying upwards. It was already extremely well lubricated, but he still poured some lotion on his hand and began coating his shaft with it.
“What do you mean?” she asked again.
“You’re not really a slut until you’ve taken my cock in your ass,” he said calmly.
“No way. I’ve never done that. You’re too big,” she said, desperately.
“You tellin me no?” His hand slapped her ass gently, but threateningly.
“No. I mean yes.”
“So, I’m askin’ again. Are you my slut?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl,” he said, pushing his cock down until the head was pressing on her anus. “Tell me what you want.”
Claire gulped. “I want you to fuck my ass. Make me your slut.” Claire lowered her head to the pillows and braced herself. She widened her knees, opening her ass as much as she could.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy. Mrs. Barnes was scared the first time, but begged for more afterward.”
Claire barely had time to picture one of her favorite teachers being sodomized by Calvin when the pressure on her anus started growing. She gritted her teeth; grateful his thumb had helped loosen her up. Her face scrunched up as her anus slowly opened up around his fat cock head. Her face turned red and sweat beaded her brow. “UGH!” she grunted, feeling like he was about to rip her open. The head pushed inside past the crown, stopping its progression just as she was about to scream for him to take it out.
The pain faded quicker than she would have thought. Claire wiggled her ass to let him know he could proceed. Calvin did, pushing his cock deeper, opening her rectum. Claire was grateful for the extra lubrication as his cock slowly worked in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust. “UNH!” she grunted as his cock seemed to bottom out somewhere between eight and ten inches. She panted gasping. The pain was almost all gone. She just felt stuffed and stretched out now. It wasn’t unpleasant.
“Ready?” he asked.
Claire nodded. All he could see was her lovely brown hair bobbing. He pulled his cock back, her rectum closing up behind him, opening again as he pushed forward. Calvin started picking up speed, his cock pumping in and out of her ass eliciting soft grunts from her throat. At some point, she started pushing back into his thrusts, her grunts turning to moans.
“Now you gettin’ into it, slut,” he said, gasping for breath.
“YES!” she hissed. “Fuck my ass.” Claire started humping her ass up faster into the thrusts of his cock causing him to increase his speed to match hers. “Fuck my ass with your big black cock. I’m your slut, master.” Claire was loving having her ass fucked, now totally converted into an anal sex fanatic. The only thing missing was that she wanted to cum from having him fuck her ass. She managed to push up enough to wiggle one arm under her body. Her fingers found her pussy. She wished she could reach higher so she could grab his shaft and feel it sliding through her fingers as he fucked her ass, but she had to settle for fingering herself. She rubbed her clit frantically, moaning, as she felt an orgasm building. “Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuckmyass! YYESS!” She came hard, her ass clenching tightly around his cock. His shaft shuddered, shaking inside her, flooding her rectum with his seed.
“That’s… a good… anal… slut,” he groaned, breathing so hard he was wheezing. Calvin collapsed onto top of her, his weight forcing her body down on the mattress.
“Calvin?” she asked, but he didn’t respond. She could feel his breath on her neck so he was alive. He didn’t move. Claire had to push up and force him off her. His cock slipped free of her ass as he plopped down on the bed beside her. “Calvin?” she asked, shaking him. “Calvin!” His eyes were open, staring off into space. He was alive but unresponsive. Claire pushed herself off the bed, hurrying to the bathroom, her ass squishing as she walked. She wet a washcloth and returned placing it on his clammy forehead. She didn’t know what else to do, so she started massaging his legs. The marijuana could only dampen the pain so much. His cum was pouring out of her rectum, she decided to take a shower to clean herself off and left him. When she returned, his eyes had closed and he appeared to be sleeping, so she sighed with relief.
When he awoke a couple of hours later, she had some pills ready for she knew he’d have a headache. Calvin swallowed them gratefully. He was regular Calvin again. “Did we just do what I think we did?” he asked, confused. “Or was I dreaming?”
“We did,” she said, patting his knee.
“And did you like it?”
“It was wonderful,” she answered. He closed his eyes and was soon snoring again.
The next morning, she entered his bedroom and started stripping. Claire pulled the covers back and sucked his fattening cock until it was completely hard then she mounted him. Calvin was staring at her wide-eyed. “What?” she asked.
“I must be dreaming,” he sighed. “I was just thinking about jerking off while thinking about you when Claire Casey walks into my room and starts riding me.”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“What about Tommy?”
“Screw him. I’ve wanted your black cock ever since I heard how big it is. FUCK ME!”
“Ssssh, you’ll wake my parents.”
Tears rolled down Claire's cheeks as she continued to ride his cock to orgasm after orgasm.
Another time, she arrived at Calvin’s to find the living room torn apart. He was crawling around on the floor using his arms to pull him while screaming. “What the fuck is wrong with my legs? What the fuck is wrong with my legs?” He was distraught and confused the remainder of the day
As the weeks went by, he grew more confused and had more spells where he zoned out, staring off into space. Sometimes, he’d stare for hours, drool running off his lips. Claire concluded that she was being selfish. He needed 24-hour care and Tom would never go for her flat out moving in with his old high school rival. The next time he was lucid normal Calvin, she sat beside him on the couch, arms around each other and she told him what was going on. He understood, he was aware he was blacking out. Still, he leaned his head on her shoulder and cried.
He made some calls later that day to set up hospice care.
The last time they made love, Calvin sat in his ***’s recliner while she sat in his lap, slowly riding his cock, enjoying every inch of it like it was the last time. Their foreheads rested on each other. Both of them moaning and mewling, pausing to kiss passionately. Claire began crying as Calvin grew closer. She continued crying through the big orgasm, her pussy clenching his cock and draining the last of his seed from his shaft.
They showered together. She helped him dress, grabbed his suitcase, and wheeled him out to her car. She stayed with him, unpacking his clothes in the healthcare facility. He looked at her sadly as visiting hours ended. “You’ll visit?” he asked, grabbing her hand.
“Every day,” she replied, kissing him on the forehead and leaving before the tears started rolling again.
“Claire!” he called to her at the door. “I love you.”
**********
Calvin’s health declined faster after that. Claire did visit every day. On a few, she had the opportunity to lock the door and suck his cock which they both were grateful for.
She’d missed her period twice now and finally got up the nerve to buy a pregnancy test. It was positive. She hadn’t planned on telling Calvin, but the next day she stopped by to see him, he was lying in bed with IV in his arm and an oxygen mask. His eyes turned to follow her. “He’s having trouble keeping food down,” said the nurse.
Claire held his hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “I’m pregnant,” she said.
He squeezed her hand again. “Mine,” he replied.
“Maybe. I’m around ten weeks.” He nodded, knowingly. It had been ten weeks since their trip to the zoo. “Or it could be Tom’s.”
“Mine.”
“Maybe.”
“Mine. Tom’s sperm is weak.”
“I just thought you should know.”
“Calvin,” he said, weakly through the mask.
“What?”
“Calvin. If it’s a boy, name him Calvin.”
“If it’s yours, I will name him Calvin.”
“It’s mine.” He smiled behind the mask.
“Bye Calvin,” she said.
“Bye Claire.” He squeezed her hand again before releasing it. “I love you.” His eyes closed.
She started crying again.
**********
Claire was seven months pregnant when she stopped by Calvin’s room, freezing in horror when she saw he was now on a ventilator. His body had slowly wasted away over the last few months as cancer ravaged his body and he continued not being able to keep solid food down. Still he’d lived a few months longer than expected. His eyes flickered over to her.
She sat with him a while, telling him some news and gossip. He couldn’t respond, but he blinked to let her know he was listening. “Oh!” she cried, startled. He blinked. Claire smiled and took his hand. She stood and placed his hand on her belly. “He’s kicking.” Calvin blinked frantically. “Yes, it’s a boy.”
Claire bent over and kissed him on the head. She leaned down by his ear and whispered. “I miss you. I miss your cock. And I love you too. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
He couldn’t smile, but his eyes crinkled like he was trying to. He blinked rapidly and she could see his eyes were wet.
Two days later, the phone rang in the middle of the night. Tom answered sleepily. “I see,” he said. “Yes, thank you for calling.” He hung the phone up.
Claire sat up in bed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Calvin passed away.”
Claire started bawling. She held her hands over her face crying into them.
Tom sat beside her and wrapped his arm over her shoulder, patting her on the back. “I know you liked the little guy, but he’s better off now.”
She continued sobbing. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop.”
Tom rested his head on hers, rocking her. “It’s okay honey, you’re just being overly emotional because you're pregnant.”
“Shut up and let me cry.”
**********
Claire handled the funeral. Not that it took a lot of work. Calvin had planned everything. He had a plot beside his parents, a casket ready, a long list of friends, and had prepaid for everything. Claire made the calls, told his coworkers at “The Home Plate,” posted his obituary on social media, and bought a black dress that fit her pregnant belly.
The graveyard was crowded and full of former classmates and coworkers for Calvin was well-liked by everyone who knew him. Things were getting ready to start. Liz and her date were talking to Claire, making small talk about her pregnancy when Tom blurted out, “Sweet Jesus, it’s giant Calvin!”
Claire followed Tom’s gaze. A prison van had pulled up. A guard was unlocking the handcuffs on a giant black man in a crumpled ill-fitting suit. “That’s Clarence,” she gasped.
“Who?” asked Liz.
“Calvin’s brother.” There was no mistaking the ****** resemblance. Clarence looked so much like Calvin; her heart broke. He was shaved bald as Calvin had been after the chemo treatments, but Clarence had sideburns down to a goatee. He was also a giant, towering over Claire by 6 inches. The black man was pure muscle with biceps as big around as her thighs. He was very intimidating, but his eyes were soft while gazing at the casket.
The service went well. A lot of people got up and said a few words about what a great guy Calvin had been. Claire gave a short speech and finally, Clarence approached the podium and talked about Calvin as a child and how he’d handled everything after the death of his parents, nodding at his parent’s grave. As he finished, the hulking black man lowered his head over his hand and began to cry.
The funeral started breaking up. The Home Plate was having a gathering to celebrate Calvin’s life and everyone was invited. Clarence returned to the prison van. The guard patted the distraught Clarence on the back before reapplying the handcuffs. Claire excused herself from a group and tried to catch Calvin’s brother before he returned to prison. “Clarence,” she called.
“Claire,” he replied. His eyes glanced down at her belly, swept down her body, pausing at her breasts. They were growing and pushing EE now, heavier and aching as they filled with colostrum. She felt her nipples harden under his gaze. This was a real man. “Nice to meet you.” He held both handcuffed hands out, one open for her to shake.
“You too. Calvin’s told me a lot about you.”
“He’s told me a lot about you to,” said Clarence, grinning and staring at her. She blushed. “His words didn’t do you justice though. You’re stunning.”
Claire suddenly wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl but fought it. “Oh please, I’m a fat cow,” she replied but knowing she looked great pregnant. “I wish we had more time to talk.”
“Me too,” said Clarence. “Bob here’s cool, but he does need to get me back to prison.” He nodded at the guard who was also staring at Claire’s breasts. Bob nodded, still staring.
“I have your number. He made me executor on his will, but for some reason, the lawyer says it’s held up. You’re his only living relative so I’m sure most goes to you. Really, I don’t know what’s taking so long, but your brother trusted his lawyer.”
“Calvin, talked to me about his will,” said Clarence. “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”
Claire sighed with relief. “When do you get out?”
“Seven more years.”
Claire nodded. “Well, I’m happy to take care of the house until you do. For Calvin.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Clarence ducked and stepped into the van as Bob shut the door after him.
**********
“Look at that BBC,” said Claire, staring at her tablet. “Mmmm,” she teased her clit with her finger, moaning. She heard Tom come in and flipped off the tablet. She didn’t want him catching her watching interracial porn.
Tom stripped and slipped in bed beside her kissing her on the shoulder. She felt his hard penis on her ass and opened her legs. He slipped it inside her already wet pussy and slowly started fucking her from behind. Their doctor had told them that sex was often a trigger to starting labor and she was ready for this baby to come out. It was already a few days past due. It worked and an hour after Tom had ejaculated inside her, she felt her water break.
**********
Claire’s parents looked up expectantly as Tom walked out of her birthing room. He was pale, staring off into space.
“Tom, what’s wrong?” asked his father-in-law, standing up in alarm.
“Is the baby okay?” asked Claire’s mom. “Is Claire?”
Tom didn’t answer. He stared off into space zombie-like walking past them. The elevator opened and Tom walked into it.
“I’m going to go check on Claire,” said her mom, alarmed. She entered the room past the nurses and doctor. Claire was sitting up, holding her baby. “Claire, are you okay? What’s going on?”
“I’m fine,” she replied, gazing down lovingly at her son. “The baby’s fine too.” She held him up for her mom.
“Oh,” said her mother glancing at the baby. “OH! OH MY!”
“Mom, this is Calvin Jr.”
**********
The next month was rough. Claire’s *** was a bit racist and wanted nothing to do with his ******** or her black baby. Tom didn’t want to talk to her either. He was gracious enough to let her stay in the house for two weeks. Her mom helped her pack her things up, but she didn’t know where she could go. Tom filed for divorce, citing adultery, and planned on fighting her for every cent. Claire found herself crying a lot, but every time she looked down at baby Calvin, her heart filled with a love she’d never felt before.
As Tom threw her out, she didn’t have any money and didn’t have a place to stay. Her *** didn’t want anything to do with her, but her mom was willing to throw him out to let their ******** and grandson move back in with them.
Claire only had one choice. She had the keys to Calvin’s house and moved in there. It hurt going back, the place served to remind her of him and she caught herself laying on Calvin’s bed and smelling his pillows to inhale his scent.
Calvin’s lawyer tracked her down there. He pulled up and removed two folders from his briefcase. “Mrs. Thompson,” he called.
“Casey. I going back to my maiden name.” She looked down at the folders. “Is that the will?”
He nodded. “Yes, may I see the baby?”
She was a little startled by the question, but like any proud new mother, she enjoyed showing her son to people. “Sure, he’s sleeping in the living room.” Calvin was asleep in a baby stroller. She had taken up jogging him down to the mailbox in an attempt to lose her baby weight.
The lawyer glanced down at the crib and nodded. “Mr. Custis’ son, I presume?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I hope Clarence doesn’t mind me staying in his house. I had nowhere else to go and this is his nephew after all.”
“He doesn’t mind and it’s your house now.” The lawyer handed her the will. “Mr. Custis changed his will recently, depending on whether or not your baby was his. If it was, everything was to go to his heir and you as his heir’s custodian.”
Claire stared at the document in disbelief. “But what about Clarence?”
“Mr. Custis discussed the change in the will with his brother and his brother approved. Clarence received a decent portion of their parent’s life insurance which will be enough to get him back on his feet when he is released from prison.”
Claire’s eyes scanned the document. Between Calvin’s investments, savings, and life insurance, she’d have close to five million dollars. She sighed with relief. It was just like Calvin to take care of every detail.
“I’ll need you to sign a few things.”
“Of course,” she answered, reaching out to take the proffered pen.
**********
Claire reached the mailbox and turned around. She controlled her breathing, feet hitting the ground at a steady pace. She looked down at the stroller and smiled. The now six-month-old Calvin was awake and staring greedily at her breasts. She winced as her nipples hardened and started leaking milk. She hated her mommy's breasts, they were EE now, her areola had spread wider across her tits, and her nipples were thicker. They leaked milk constantly. She was back in shape, belly flat and shapely, thighs athletically trim. She exercised every day, but couldn’t shake the extra five pounds that seemed concentrated in her breasts and ass.
She reached the house and U-turned again. The driveway was a quarter-mile from the house to the main road and her mailbox. She ran the path eight times for her daily jog or about two miles. She’d kept up her yoga and did multiple exercises to get her belly back in shape, now even flatter and sexier than it had been before her pregnancy. What few stretch marks she had were made faint by her full body tan. She sunbathed nude whenever the weather cooperated. Ahead, the mailman stopped at her box, he glanced at her briefly, his head springing back up to stare for a moment.
Claire slowed to let him finish, but he stayed waiting, wanting to check out the hot MILF now living in the Custis home. Check her out, he did, eyes sweeping her body, following her bouncing breasts as she approached. She took the mail, thanking him and he drove off. He was a young guy and she should be flattered, but at times it was annoying. There wasn’t a lot of traffic on the main road and she’d tried jogging along it, but got too much attention from male drivers, slowing to stare, honking their horns, and one time a pickup with two men had stopped to hit on her but spun off when they saw her black baby. She decided to stick to the driveway.
There wasn’t much mail, just a couple bills for her and some junk mail with Calvin’s name on it, and a card for Calvin Jr. A gust of cool air blew over her, hardening her nipples even more. She gritted her teeth, glancing West at the dark storm clouds rapidly approaching. She increased her pace, pushing the carriage before her towards the house.
Claire carried Cal into the living room and sat him on the couch long enough for her to pull her sports bra off to free her breasts. Calvin smacked his lips, staring at them. She sat beside him picking him up as she opened the card. “Look Cal, mum mum sent you a half birthday card.” Her father still wasn’t talking to her. The card had a googly-eyed tiger cartoon on it. She shook the card to make the eyes move. He stared a moment but was more interested in his dinner. She lifted him, sighing as his lips clamped down over one nipple. The other immediately started leaking. She sighed, feeling like a cow that needed constant milking. Claire sighed again and pulled out her phone while Calvin continued nursing. The rain started pattering on the roof. The weather had been miserable lately. She checked Tom’s social media profile, instantly regretting it. He was posting pictures of his Hawaii trip with his new twenty-one-year-old girlfriend. The weather was great in Hawaii. She had no right being jealous, but couldn’t help being a little envious.
Claire had slow cooked a pot roast and it was ready. It was one of Calvin’s favorite meals that she made as his caretaker. He would have finished it off, but she only liked a little meat and it would last her three days. She started with a salad before moving on to her meat with a baked potato. It was raining harder now and there was thunder in the distance.
The storm was raging by the time she sat down to watch television. It was pitch dark outside, only lit by flashes of lightning. Claire sighed, she was bored and horny. She missed Calvin. Their short time together had been the most fulfilling of her life and baby Cal was her loving reminder of that time. Before heading upstairs, she walked into Calvin’s room. She hadn’t changed anything, nor washed his sheets. His pillows still smelled like him. Claire pushed her yoga pants down and laid down in Calvin’s bed wearing only her panty. “Oh Calvin,” she moaned, spreading her legs, seeing him holding himself above her as he pounded his cock relentlessly into her needy pussy. Her hand slipped into her panty. She missed that cock, missed fucking it, missed sucking it, missed the taste of his thick seed, and she missed him.
Claire leaped out of bed. She picked up Cal, trying not to wake her baby as she carried him upstairs and entered the master bedroom. She gently set him down and pulled her panty off. Five minutes later, she was cumming all over her vibrating black dildo while staring at his sketchbook open to a picture of them fucking. She kept it up, not satisfied with just one orgasm, working it in and out of her pussy at maximum vibrate. “Aaah,” she whimpered, her hips rising off the bed as she came again, the room lighting up as lightning flashed outside. Semi-satisfied, she pulled the foot-long dildo out of her pussy and switched it off. She stared at her toy. It was lifelike, resembling a real black cock, but a poor substitute for the real thing. Still, it got the job done and kept her sane.
Claire put the dildo away and slipped under the sheets. The satin sheets caressed her nude body. She loved hearing the patter of rain on the roof and soon slipped off into sleep.
Claire woke up to a loud thunderclap. Lightning flashed outside but didn’t stop, lighting up her window. The lights remained on, not flickering, moving down her driveway. Not lightning, car lights! Claire sprang out of bed, going to her window. A car was coming down her driveway getting closer and she could see the taxi light on the roof.
There was a loud pounding on the door as she came down her stairs, tying her robe tight around her waist. “Hel…” She jumped when the knocking came again. “Hello?” The taxi had turned and was driving down the driveway.
“Claire?”
Calvin had kept a baseball bat by the door for security. She grabbed it, reaching for the knob. She pulled it slightly open. “Yes?” Lightning flashed and she was filled with fear as it illuminated the giant black man. Instinct told her to slam the door shut.
“Claire, it’s Clarence.”
Her grip tightened on the bat. “Wait, what? Clarence?”
“Yes, I got released today.” The thunderclap reached them and she jumped. It was pouring and he’d gotten soaked running for the porch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Oh, of course,” she said, stepping back and pulling the door open. “Come in.”
The giant black man strode into the house. He was so like Calvin and so different. His upper torso was as broad and muscular, but his lower torso matched his frame with long strong legs. He towered over her by half a foot, the same amount she’d towered over his brother. “Where is he?”
“Who?” she frowned.
“My nephew. I’d like to see my nephew.” He looked around, turning towards her. His eyes flickered down to her cleavage.
She’d drawn the robe tight around her waist and not only did it hug her voluptuous body, but the hem ended high on her thigh, showing off her shapely legs. Claire gulped at the hungry look in his eyes. She wondered if she’d made a mistake letting him in. He’d been in jail a long time and was looking at her like he wanted to rip the robe off her body. Would it be so bad if he did? “I’ll… I’ll go get him.”
She raced upstairs, wondering, no certain, his eyes were glued to her lithe legs, hoping to see up under her skirt, probably catching a glimpse of the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Calvin was still asleep in his crib. She lifted him gently and cradled him to her breast as she headed back downstairs. Clarence watched her come down, eyes now focused on the bundle in her arms. She walked up to him. “This is Calvin Jr. I call him Cal.”
“Cal,” he said softly, rearing back when she held her baby out to him. “I’ve never…”
“Take your nephew. It’s easy. Just cup a hand under his head.”
Clarence reached out nervously and took his brother’s son in his hands. He brought little Calvin up to his chest and broke down. The giant black man sobbed and tears began falling down his cheeks. “Calvin,” he said. The baby yawned, opening his eyes. His eyes went wide looking at the giant black man and then he smiled. Clarence sobbed again. “Cal, I’m your uncle Clarence.”
“You must be hungry,” said Claire. “Let me fix you some dinner.”
“Famished, but I don’t want to be a burden.” His eyes never left his nephew. He stared at the baby, tickling him and smiling every time the baby grinned. His eyes were glued to his nephew until the smell of the pot roast, heating in the microwave filled his broad nostrils. Then his eyes focused on the lovely woman in the short robe cooking him dinner. Clarence stared at the plate with the chunks of roast and the baked potato with butter slowly melting on it. He looked at the plate and down at the baby.
“You can hold the baby whenever you’d like,” she said, reaching out for her son. Claire carried Cal over to the refrigerator and grabbed Clarence a beer.
“This is the best meal I’ve had in years,” he grunted, more than halfway done his plate. His eyes fell on the beer and he drained half the bottle in one swig. It was Calvin’s favorite brand.
“Would you like seconds?”
“Yes, please?” He nodded his head, taking the baby from her so that she could heat another plate.
“Would you like a salad or vegetable?”
“Yes, please.”
She smiled. She had a bag of microwaveable corn and heated that while letting the butter melt on a second potato. She also doubled the amount of meat. So much for three days’ worth of leftovers, she thought. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I’m sorry,” he looked up from the baby and over at her. “But as I said, I had nowhere else to go.”
“I meant I thought you had years left on your sentence.”
“Prison reform,” he said, handing the baby back to her when she set the second full plate in front of her. “A lot of nonviolent offenders are getting released, especially ones with minor drug offenses.” He took a sip of the second beer. “I’ll look for a place to live tomorrow. I’ve got enough money to use as a security deposit.”
“Nonsense,” she told him. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like. I’d say, me casa es su casa, but su casa es su casa. This is your home, more than mine.” She nodded towards the Custis ****** portrait on the wall. Clarence was now the only one in the picture living. “I feel like the intruder here.”
“Thank you.”
“Your room is the same as when you left it.” She scooped some salad into a bowl, taking her time with Calvin in one arm.
“Really?” Clarence ate a forkful of corn. “I’ll sleep there tomorrow. Mind if I sleep on the couch tonight?”
“The couch is too small for you, but sure.”
Clarence nodded. “I’d like to sleep in a big open space tonight.”
“I understand,” she said. “Let me get you a pillow and blanket. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.” When she returned with the blanket, Clarence had removed his shirt. She tried not to stare, but couldn’t help herself and he caught her. “Uh… I see you work out,” she said, lamely.
Clarence smirked. “Every day in the yard. Calvin challenged me to beat him in the muscle department when I got out.” Clarence raised his right arm and flexed, his huge bicep bulging out. “Guess we’ll never know who won.” He looked sad again.
“Trust me, you won,” she said, staring at his chest appreciatively. Her robe had loosened and he was staring back at her cleavage just as appreciatively. Cal reached out and closed his hand around her robe, pulling at it and revealing even more of her breast flesh. “Well, goodnight.” She pulled the robe tighter before her hungry child ******* a nipple.
“Goodnight,” he responded, nodding.
Claire climbed the stairs. Her nipples, ached, throbbing, and she sighed when Calvin clamped his lips around the closest one. With any luck, he’d fall asleep nursing. A spurt of milk shot out from her unoccupied nipple. She wasn’t so sure her nipples were hard just from a need to nurse or from her guest’s masculine presence.
Calvin did fall asleep and she placed Cal in his crib, pulling at the belt of her robe, she let it fall to the floor. Her body was aroused and she needed to cum again. Uncharacteristically, she pulled her dildo back out and laid down on the bed, switching it on. She moaned as she slowly inserted it inside her. Claire glanced at the door. She hadn’t locked it. Often, when not looking at Calvin’s art, she searched for “big black cock” images on her tablet and stared at them to help get her off. Tonight, she just stared at the door, fantasizing she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, a giant black man bursting into his parents’ old room. He stomped towards the bed, pulling the dildo out of her pussy as he pulled something even better out of his pants.
“AAAHHH!” she cried, cumming hard around the vibrating plastic.
**********
Claire tiptoed downstairs the next morning. She didn’t need it, but she applied some makeup. She wore her cutoff jean shorts that showed off her legs and she was barefoot. A short sleeveless tank top covered her torso and showed off navel and lower belly. She glanced in awe at her houseguest or roommate would be a better term. Clarence was asleep on the covers. He was still shirtless but had stripped down to boxer briefs. The briefs were tented out in a bulge every bit as enticingly big as his brother’s bulge had been. She took a deep breath through her nose, smelling the scent of semen in the room. He’d jerked off when she went to bed. The smell had her nipples poking out again, her arousal began flowing seconds later. It was a strong smell that she hadn’t enjoyed for some time now. It was a good smell. She was braless and prominent nipples including her areola were visible through her top.
Claire tried to be quiet in the kitchen. She mixed some batter and took a bag of bacon out of the refrigerator. She swore his broad nostrils woke Clarence up. She could hear his sniffing over the sizzling of the bacon. Clarence sat up and stood. He stretched, she tried not to glance at him. Finally, still half-naked, he strolled into the kitchen. “I don’t know what’s better, what my eyes are seeing, or what my nose is smelling.”
Claire blushed unsure if he was complimenting her looks or the stack of pancakes sitting on the table. His eyes were on her the nipples poking through her shirt, a shirt now clinging to her nipples as they began leaking milk. “Thank you,” she said. “Scrambled okay?”
“Scrambled is wonderful,” he replied, staring down at her cooking.
Upstairs, Cal started crying. The baby monitor in the living room picked it up. “Shit,” she said, looking up at the ceiling.
“I got him,” said Clarence. He turned and headed upstairs.
Claire’s eyes followed him, his ass in the briefs was as hot is the bulge in the front. She blushed again, trying to remember if she’d hid the dildo. Right now, he was storming into the master bedroom and seeing the long black dildo sitting on the bed. “She won’t be needing this anymore,” said his voice through the baby monitor. She pictured him picking the dildo up with both hands and snapping it in two.
No, she’d hid it back in the dresser.
Instead, his voice did come over the monitor. “Good morning Cal. It’s Uncle Clarence. Come here, little buddy.” And then the sound of Cal laughing.
Maybe it would be nice to have a man around the house and someone to help her with Cal? He came downstairs carrying his nephew with a delighted look on his face. Cal laughed again seeing his mother, reaching out for her. “Help yourself,” she told Clarence, taking her son.
“You’re amazing,” said Clarence, filling his plate.
“Don’t look,” she told him. “Cal’s hungry.” She sat down across from him with a towel over her chest, pulling one shoulder strap down, with embarrassing nursing sounds quickly coming from under the towel. “Save me one pancake and strip of bacon.”
“Sorry,” he apologized.
“Don’t be. Eat up. I can make more if you’d like.”
“This is plenty, thank you.” He ate a few bites, trying not to stare at her nursing. “You know, Calvin had one dying wish, Claire.”
“Your brother had a lot of dying wishes,” she snorted.
“Maybe, but I know he wanted a son more than anything in the world.” He went back to eating.
Claire nodded, feeling sad again. “So, what are your plans?” she asked.
“I’ll need wheels and a phone. I want to try to find a job today.”
“Sounds good. Calvin’s car is in the garage. I don’t think, he’s driven it in years. I can take you to the DMV to get it tagged and your license renewed. You can have Calvin’s phone and tablet too.”
“That would be great,” said Clarence, cleaning his plate. He looked up, staring. Claire had pushed Calvin aside and was pulling up the strap on her top, covering her bare breast. Wet bullseyes surrounded both nipples through her top.
“A messy necessity,” she said, blushing again. Would you like some milk with breakfast? She thought. He reached for her breast, but the hand she was following close on his glass of orange juice. He seemed as embarrassed as she was. Claire excused herself to put a bra on and change her top.
Claire drove Clarence to the DMV and waited with Cal while Clarence got his license renewed. The rest of the morning, he spent in the garage tinkering with Calvin’s car. He stopped for lunch, borrowed her car to run to the auto parts store, and soon was backing his brother’s car out of the garage, heading back to the DMV to update the registration.
Clarence returned at dinner time. “Fuck, that smells good,” he said, walking in the house. “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” said Claire. “Porkchops and stuffing.”
“Keep feeding me this well and I ain’t never gonna leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, finishing dinner. “I need a man around.” Claire paused a moment. “And I was hoping you’d be involved in Cal’s life, but don’t feel obligated if you want your own place.”
“Claire, you couldn’t keep me away. That little guy is all the ****** I have left.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, gratefully. “How’d things go?” She set the table as Clarence sat down. She’d sat Calvin’s phone and tablet at the head of the table.
“Great,” said Clarence, turning the phone on. “The car is registered and I found a job.”
“What? That is great news. Where?”
“The car mechanic down near Walmart. I was always good with cars and worked in the prison garage.”
“You knew Calvin’s password?” She asked, watching him access both the phone and tablet.
Clarence smirked. “LXIX. The same he always used.” The black man filled his plate and dug in. “When I start getting paid, I want to pay my share of the expenses.”
“Your brother left me plenty…”
“I insist,” said Clarence. “It’s a man thing. Delicious Claire. Are all your meals this good?”
“Thanks,” she said. Calvin started crying at that moment. She was mostly finished eating and pushed her plate back. When she came back with her son, Clarence had cleared the table and was filling the dishwasher. “Clarence, you don’t have to do all that, but I appreciate it.” The giant black man had been here a day and already more helpful and complimenting of her then Tom had been.
“My mama taught me right.” He dried his hands. “I’m going to go get a shower.”
Claire nodded, staring at his ass as he ascended the stairs. She carried Cal to the living room and fed him while searching for a movie to stream. She hoped they could share the couch and watch a movie together that night. She was disappointed when he came back downstairs. Clarence had shaved and showered. He was wearing a tight short sleeve short that showed off his biceps. It was tucked into his jeans and he was wearing a belt. She could smell cologne. “Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m going to go hit the Home Plate and maybe Finn’s. Wherever the action is.”
“Oh.”
“That okay with you?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“It’s fine. I just thought we might watch a movie.”
“Some other time,” he said. “Claire I been in jail a long time.”
“And you don’t want to be cooped up in here with me?”
“And I pretty much need to get laid.”
“OH! Of course.” She felt hurt for some reason. Thunder rumbled outside again. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him good luck, but she said, “Be careful.”
“I will. Thanks.”
Claire felt sad when he left. She shouldn’t be jealous and she certainly didn’t think it appropriate that she was attracted to the brother of her father’s child. She tried streaming a movie, but couldn’t concentrate on it. She kept picturing Clarence in his briefs. Calvin had told her that he had a huge black cock and had a lot more experience than his older brother had. Damn, it was going to be hard sharing a home with such a stud.
Claire spent some time with Cal and retired to her room. She laid nude on her bed and closed her eyes picturing Clarence in his briefs again as she used her trusty dildo. Sometimes she saw herself riding Calvin and sometimes he morphed back into Clarence. She wasn’t sure which brother she was thinking of when she came hard around her dildo. Satisfied, she put the dildo away and quickly fell asleep to the pattering of rain.
**********
A loud thunderclap woke her just as lights lit up the curtain in her room. Clarence was home. She glanced at her clock. 1:30 am, just after last call. Claire slipped out of bed and peeked out her window. It was Clarence and he was alone. She smiled. Looks like he’d struck out.
Claire laid back down on the bed, nude. She posed, staring at her door and hoping he’d come to check on her or peek in and tell her he was home. She heard him climbing the stairs. He did seem to pause at the top and she held her breath in anticipation, but instead, his steps receded and she heard him enter his old bedroom.
Claire sighed and stared at the roof listening to the rain. Well, if he wasn’t going to check on her, then she could check on him, tell him Cal had kept her awake. She sat up and pulled her robe on. She tried to be quiet opening the door. She could see down the hall, his bedroom door was open, light on, so he was awake. She tiptoed down to his room and peeked around the door jam. Claire’s eyes widened and she tried not to gasp at what she was seeing.
Clarence was laying in his bed, the covers pulled down under his genitalia. He was holding his erect cock up with several fingers of his left hand. It was the embodiment of pure perfection. Clarence’s dark black cock resembled his brother’s in size and power. The head was longer and more serpentine then Calvin’s rounded bulbous cock head which made Clarence’s cock slightly longer. It could have been slightly thicker too, but she couldn’t tell from the angle nor could she see how massive his balls were though his legs were spread suggesting they were quite large. Claire’s body began responding to the sight of it. Immediately arousal flowed freely down his thighs even as her nipples hardened and started leaking.
The large black man spit in his right hand and began coating the head of his cock with saliva. He added some more saliva as he began coating the fat shaft of his steel rod. The large hand gliding up and down the shaft covered too much of the huge black cock, but it was still mesmerizing to watch him slowly jerk off, picking up speed. His head turned. Claire started to jerk back out of sight, but he had turned his head away from her and was staring at Calvin’s tablet leaning against the wall. The image showed a buxom woman, some porn star or bikini model or… Claire focused her eyes on the image. The picture was of her in her bikini posing in the yard for Calvin. Clarence had zoomed in on the image so that her body filled the screen.
Claire ducked back, leaning against the wall in the hallway. She could hear Clarence making small grunting noises. He could be jerking off to any image he wanted to on the web, but instead, he was jerking off to a picture of her. Her heartbeat and breathing increased. He wanted her. She wanted that cock. But was it appropriate? Her body needed that cock. She should wait and see if something natural developed between the two of them. She wanted that cock. Or she could take the bull by the horns or the black bull by the cock and just go for it. She wanted that cock. NOW!”
Clarence jumped when he heard the knock on the door. He yanked the blanket up and pulled the tablet down to cover the screen. “Yes?”
“Hey, sorry, I heard you come home and saw you were up,” she said appearing in the doorway. “You left your door open.”
“Don’t like feeling locked in.”
“No luck tonight?” she stepped into the room.
“Nope,” he grunted. “Neither Finn’s nor the Home Plate were crowded. I think the storm kept people home tonight.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m glad you didn’t get lucky.”
“You are?”
“I know you have needs, Clarence. Well, a girl got needs too.” Claire pulled the belt, loosening her robe. It came open, displaying a strip of flesh down her front. His eyes stared down at her chestnut-haired bush. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and his eyes left her pussy to take in her large breasts. “Unless you think it’s too weird or inappropriate?” She stepped closer.
“It’s not weird.” Clarence pulled the cover down and lifted his cock up. “And I think I got what you need?”
“That’s exactly what I need,” she said, falling to her knees beside the bed. She leaned over and stared at him while her lips kissed the tip to his cock. Her tongue twirled around the crown eliciting a loud groan from Clarence. She engulfed the head in her mouth, trying to keep a hold of it as she climbed onto the bed. She failed, the cock slapping hard down on Clarence’s stomach, but she quickly pulled it back up as she kneeled between the large black man’s legs. Claire opened her mouth and took the head inside again. Soon, she was bobbing her head, swallowing more and more of the thick black cock down her throat. Clarence was slowly thrusting his cock still groaning. She was out of practice, but her experience came back fast and soon her lips were kissing his pubes. She slowly sucked back up, holding the shaft as it left her mouth. “I love sucking big black cock,” she said, looking up at him.
“It shows,” he moaned.
“Anytime you want a blow job, just ask,” she said, taking the head back in her mouth and sucking a third of his cock rapidly.
“Oh god,” he moaned, lifting his upper body. He reached down and grabbed her wrist. “As great as this is, I want more than a blow job.” He pulled her up.
His cock slapped back down on his stomach. “I want more too.” Claire kissed his scrotum and licked up his shaft, crawling forwards, kissing his cock head, his hard abdominals, his chest, neck, her lips met his, both their tongues hungrily fighting before she broke contact. Claire kissed his flat African nose, between his eyes, her pussy sliding up his shaft. Claire reared up.
“JESUS CHRIST!” growled Clarence, as her firm EE were thrust into his face. “Look at these titties.” His hands ran down the curves of her breasts, squeezing the ends so that her nipples expanded out in his grip. Clarence raised his head and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth just as she pushed her pussy down around the tip of his cock. They both moaned in pleasure. She held his head to her chest as she pushed her pussy back into his shaft. “FUUHHCCKK!” He groaned as she arched her back, pushing down on his shaft.
“Cumming,” she gasped as she sat down onto the base of his shaft. Her pussy squeezed down around this new cock just as little jets of milk shot from her nipples. “Fuck, black cock is so good,” she moaned, gasping for breath. “I’m gonna fuck that black cock good.”
“Ride it, gurl,” he moaned, grabbing her waist and helping pull her as she rode his shaft. “My black cock likes that white pussy,” he told her. She whimpered in pleasure. “Bring those big ass titties closer.”
“AAAHHH!” she screamed, cumming hard around his cock again when his lips sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She felt her milk squirt across his tongue. He seemed to love it, sucking harder and lifting his hips into her every time his strong hands pulled her down. “AAAGAIN!” More milk shot into his mouth. Clarence switched nipples fucking her faster, harder. “Cumming AGAIN!” An even stronger jet of milk filled his mouth as her orgasm rocked her body and she fell limply in his hands.
Clarence released her nipple, kissing it as he slowly worked his cock around waiting for her to recover. When she finally lifted her head, he grunted, “Hang on.”
“Aah!” she squealed in shock as he flipped her over on her back. His cock flew up from her pussy, dripping with her arousal. He kneeled between her legs, bending his cock back down and pushing the head into her pussy. Clarence grabbed her under the knees and lifted her ass off the bed pulling her into his cock. He started thrusting his hips, fucking her slowly. “OHMYGOD,” she gasped, staring up his body in awe. His brother couldn’t have fucked her like this and Claire found herself dominated by Clarence’s big black cock. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck my pussy, Clarence. Cumming.” Her pussy tried to hold his cock still as she came all around it. “Keep fucking my… your pussy. It’s your pussy now. Fuck your pussy.” Claire cried out again as she came all over his cock.
“Gonna bust a nut in my pussy,” he grunted, face straining as he fucked her hard.
“Oh my god, yes,” she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. “Seed your pussy, lover.”
“FFUUCCKK!!” He slammed forward, holding her legs tight as his first load of cum filled her womb.
“YYYEEESSS!” she screamed. For a moment, Claire found herself staring up at Calvin, and she gazed lovingly upon the face of the father of her son. The big one? She asked.
“The really big orgasm you have when I fill your womb up with my seed.” He told her.
The big one wracked her body. It hadn’t even occurred to her to make Clarence sheath his magnificent cock nor would she ever ask him to. Each burst of sperm kept her orgasm going. Her tits quivered, shooting jets of milk into the air with each jerk of his cock. Her pussy squeezed down and exploded around his pulsing shaft, muscles gripping him tightly trying to milk every drop of his seed from the huge balls and there was a lot of seed.
The big one! God, she’d missed the big one.
“Dayumn,” groaned Clarence, pulling his spent cock out of her. He squeezed up the shaft, milking one final shot of semen from the head that sprayed her stomach and tits. He let go and his cock fell on her crotch and stomach.
“Wow,” she gasped, staring up at this amazing stud. He was staring down at her body equally impressed. His semen began leaking out of her pussy and dripping on his bed. “I guess I should clean up.”
“Guess so,” he said, but he didn’t move. He continued staring at his floppy cock laying across her pubes and belly, at her tits, and her lovely face. “Guess so,” he said, again, moving aside.
Claire climbed to her feet, cupping her hands between his legs as she hurried off to the hallway bathroom. She spent twenty minutes in the shower trying to force as much of his seed out of her, but afterward, her womb still sloshed with his fertile seed.
Claire found herself embarrassed and thought about wrapping a towel around her body. Instead, she walked naked back into his room. Clarence was sitting up on his side, one leg cocked. His spent cock hung down over the side, soft, but still a foot long. Wow, she thought, staring at his body. His eyes were staring back at hers. She bent down and retrieved her robe. “I meant what I said, Clarence.”
“What was that?”
“You owned my pussy. Your pussy will be in the master bedroom whenever you want it.”
He nodded.
Claire turned, clutching her robe and made for the door. She heard the bed creak as he got up. She glanced back as he followed her, black banana cock swinging from thigh to thigh.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” He said.
His cock was already rising again as he followed her into her bedroom.
**********
“And he never left.” Claire looked up at the white clouds moving quickly through the blue sky in the breeze. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and continued. “Clarence had been without a woman for seven years and he told me he wanted to make up for the lost time. We fucked five times a day for two months. He loved fucking doggy style and was delighted when I asked him to fuck my ass. He was dominant in bed, yet affectionate.” She smiled remembering all the times' Clarence had taken control in bed, rubbing her feet and massaging her lovingly afterward until she fell asleep. “It wasn’t long before I was pregnant again. Clarence was delighted and proposed a week later. I was seven months pregnant when I became Mrs. Claire Custis. My *** came around reluctantly and gave me away. Clarence loved the outdoors after being locked up for seven years as did my *** and they ended up hitting it off. They started going on fishing trips together, taking Cal along when he got older, including Clarence Jr when he got old enough to accompany them.”
Claire kneeled in the grass and started digging a hole with a trowel. “Clarence was a great husband and father, loving Cal as much as he did his own son. He wasn’t perfect. He cheated on me. About once a month, he and his coworkers would go out drinking at the Home Plate. When word got out that he was out of jail, women started coming around looking for him, ex-girlfriends, and former classmates. Liz, that bitch, was working as a waitress there. She’d call me or stop by the house to rat out Clarence. I think she wanted to start trouble between us. She still wasn’t a fan of blacks and always got a funny look on her face whenever she saw little Cal and Clarence. She swore Clarence was usually just minding his own business, drinking with his friends, and couldn’t understand why all those women kept throwing themselves at him. I made the mistake of telling her.”
Claire placed the marigolds in the hole she’d dug and spread the remaining dirt around. “She didn’t believe me when I held my hands apart fourteen inches to describe his cock, but the next time, Clarence went out drinking, I’m pretty sure it was Liz’s car I saw dropping him off at 4 am and many times after that. I don’t think she hates black men anymore.” Claire smirked, remembering Calvin’s story about how his brother’s girlfriend in high school’s bragging on his prowess led to him fucking a lot the girls in his senior class. “I blame myself for that hookup. I shouldn’t have told her.”
“One day I was driving by my old shop and on a whim, I pulled over and walked through it. The next day I brought Clarence by and showed it to him, telling him about my failed business. We stepped outside and I said, “imagine turning my shop into an office and waiting room. Now imagine a garage next door.” He didn’t know anything about running a business, but I did. A year later, Custis Car Care was open for business. I ran the office and did the books; he ran the garage and the mechanics. We thrived, turned a profit fairly quickly and I’m proud to say, we’re looking into opening a second shop.” Claire stood back up and brushed her knees off.
“Well, about five years in, I decided I wanted another baby. Clarence was reluctant. He wanted to start traveling. He had grand plans of buying an RV and visiting all the natural parks. He really loves the outdoors. He did think it was hot as hell fucking again when I was off birth control. Ten months later, Clarice was born. He was smitten the first time he lifted his ******** in his arms. He stopped going out drinking with the guys and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t cheated on me since.”
“We took a new ****** portrait and it hangs in the living room where the old Custis ****** portrait once hung. The old one now hangs at the top of the stairs. I love my life and ****** and couldn’t be happier. Clarice just turned four, Clarence is seven, Cal is nine now and you’ll be thrilled that he takes after me in height.” Claire sighed. “And if you’re wondering, even at forty-two, I’m still hot as hell.”
“Hotter,” said a deep voice behind her.
Claire turned around. “How long have you been listening?”
“Long enough,” he smiled sadly. Clarence had a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“How did you know I was here?”
“Cal told me you visit ever anniversary of my brother’s death.” Clarence stepped up, looking down at his brother’s grave. “You should have told me. I’d have liked to come with you.” He opened the champagne and poured some in the two plastic glasses. Clarice ran past chasing Clarence. Cal walked silently up behind them, staring down at the stone with his father’s name on it.
“Sorry. I like to come by and recap our life and fill him in on the past year. You can come next year.”
Clarence nodded and handed Claire a glass. He held it up. “To Calvin Custis. Thank you for bringing this wonderful woman into my life. Thank you for my children. Your son is amazing. I tell him about his father all the time. He’s tall, but unfortunately has your looks.” He smiled and then sobbed. “I miss you brother.” He wiped his eyes and held the glass out. “To Calvin.”
“To Calvin,” said Claire, a tear rolling down her cheek. They clinked glasses and drained their champagne.
Clarence held the bottle out and poured a little on his brother’s grave. He walked past the grave. “And to you mom and ***.” He poured some on his parent’s joint tombstone. “I know I disappointed you, but I hope you're proud of me now. These three rug rats are your grandkids.”
“I’m sure they’re very proud of you,” said Claire, taking her husband’s arm. “Let’s go. Cal, round up your brother and sister.” She turned towards her car. “What the hell is that?” she asked, looking at the large RV parked behind her.
“What was that you said about grand plans?” he replied. “The kids are old enough and I’m dying to see the country.”
Claire laughed. “You’re right, but it looks like it will be crowded.”
“I got some tents so that we can have our fun time.” They made their way through the graveyard. “I’m sorry I cheated on you, Claire,” he said, sheepishly.
She gave her husband a reassuring smile. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me, but people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. If I hadn’t cheated on Tom, I’d never have had Calvin or met you. Your brother was sleeping with a married woman…”
“Bangin’ Mrs. Barnes,” grunted Clarence. “Mmmmmm.”
“Shut up.” She sighed. “No, I didn’t like it. Mostly, I was worried you might have knocked one of them up. We both know you won’t wear a condom.”
“Nope,” Clarence smirked. “Still, I’m sorry. You’re all I need in a woman. Smart too. Is that why you kept everything in your name?”
“Gotta protect what’s yours. Am I right, that you haven’t cheated since Clarice was born?” Claire looked up at her husband. He nodded. Having a ******** made him grow up a little. “And my friend Liz?” He nodded again and Claire swore his black cheeks turned darker with embarrassment. “What did you think of her?”
“She was alright.”
“Seriously, tell me. Was she a good lay? She’s pretty good looking. Hated blacks though.”
Clarence hesitated, probably worried his words might get him in trouble. “She was a great fuck once she got over her fear of the BBC. And yeah, she’s gorgeous though she doesn’t hold a candle to you. And let’s just say, she doesn’t hate blacks anymore though she did like calling me the “N” word.”
“Oh, Clarence, I’m sorry.” She reached out and took his hand.
“Don’t be. It was actually pretty hot. And she didn’t call me the “N” word exactly, she called my cock the “N” word. Like how you always talk about sucking or fucking my big black cock only she’d replace black with,” He made finger quotes, “nigga.” He thought it over a moment. “It would start with her acting like she was fucking beneath her station to her screaming out that she was a slut for big nigga cock. Yeah, pretty hot.”
“I see,” said Claire jealously, but she squeezed his hand reassuringly. She’d scene Liz in a bikini many times and pictured her friend’s nude body screaming out for her husband’s nigga cock as she discovered what a big orgasm was. She also remembered her own time with Liz in the closet. “You should call her.”
Clarence stopped in surprise, releasing her hand. Claire kept walking. “You want me to sleep with her again?”
“She’s an old friend. I was thinking we could have her over for dinner.” Claire said, without looking behind her.
“You sure that’s wise?”
Claire finally glanced behind her. “I was thinking I might like to try a three-way.” She smiled at his expression, turned away, and headed towards her car.
Claire heard the kids running up, still laughing. “Daddy daddy, come on.” Cal and Clarence took his hands trying to pull him after their mother.
Little Clarice was the last voice. “Daddy, why’s your mouth hanging open?”
THE END
Copyright 2020 by Stormbringer
“I still think this sounds depressing.”
Claire grimaced. “There’s a spot,” she said, watching the reverse lights of a car come on as it started to back out. Tom stopped the car waiting for the space to vacate. “We’ll just pay our respects to Calvin and catch up with some of our friends.”
Calvin Custis was dying.
Calvin transferred to Claire and Tom’s high school senior year, one of just a few black people in their school. He was well-liked but had trouble getting dates largely because none of the senior girls wanted to break the racial barrier and partly because at 5’4”, he was shorter than most of his female classmates. Despite, his short stature, Calvin was a weightlifter and an amazing athlete at everything even basketball. Tom and Calvin were rivals on the field, friendly, but not close. Tom was the team quarterback, but Calvin ended up beating him out for Captain of the baseball team. Calvin had also asked Claire out multiple times despite the fact she was dating Tom and she towered over the short black man by a good half foot. Calvin had been more persistent when she and Tom officially broke up after graduation when Tom left for college, but Claire had politely declined, went on a couple of dates with several classmates for a month before she and Tom got back together when he called her crying about what a mistake he’d made breaking up with her. They married three years later when he graduated from college.
High school had been fourteen years ago. They’d stayed local, close to ******. Tom got a job in real estate; Claire opened an arts and crafts store that she’d recently had to close. Calvin managed a bar and restaurant on Main street for the last ten years. They bumped into him once in a while or had dinner at his restaurant around once a year, always exchanging polite greetings and catching up. Calvin never married, was engaged once, but it fell through. He continued working out until he was as big as Dwayne Johnson compressed down into Kevin Hart’s size. Nobody teased him about his height when they saw his biceps.
They’d heard rumors Calvin was sick. The big C. Ironic, as Calvin was called the Big C by his friends. Tom and Claire had seen him just nine months earlier and he looked fine, so they were shocked to hear Calvin was so sick. Calvin was officially retiring at thirty-two and his coworkers had decided to throw him a retirement party, but it was in reality a celebration of his life. Tom found it morbid, but Claire thought it was a great idea.
They walked the block down Main street to The Home Plate: Grill & Sport’s Bar. They were early. Calvin was seated in an armchair, receiving well-wishers like a king receiving supplicants. “He looks good,” whispered Tom to his wife.
“Looks the same except for the hair,” Claire whispered back. Nine months ago, he’d had a healthy flattop and sideburns now he was bald.
A spot opened up and Tom approached the chair. “Hey Calvin,” he said, his eyes flickering down. From the waist up, Calvin was still a broad-shouldered muscleman, but his legs were no longer muscular, they looked weak and scrawny. His hand was resting on a cane.
“Tommy Thompson!” said Calvin, smiling and greeting him with a strong handshake. “And Claire Casey.”
Claire forced down a gasp when she saw the condition his legs were in. She took her eyes off his legs and caught Calvin’s eyes on her breasts. Tom didn’t blame him. Claire had dressed to show off for her fellow cheerleaders. She was wearing a blue twist tie, cropped tee from Victoria’s Secret that showed off her flat tummy and an impressive amount of cleavage. Her breasts had been large in high school and many a guy called Claire Casey, Double C. Her old nickname no longer held true, however, as the only visible places Claire had gained weight was in her breasts and they were now a full DD. White short shorts with a black belt and sandals completed her outfit. “Hey Calvin,” said Claire, leaning down and showing him even more cleavage as she kissed him on the cheek. She didn’t mind the attention; the chestnut-haired beauty was used to it. She had bright green eyes, full lips, and high cheekbones. She’d been the most popular girl in school and nearly every boy had dreamed of getting her in bed. She was the hottest woman in the bar at that moment, probably the town, the county, and maybe even the state.
“You look great as always Claire,” said Calvin, openly sweeping his eyes down her body. “Tom, thanks for dressing up.”
“Yep,” said Tom, in a worn tee shirt and jeans. He wore a suit and tie every day selling houses and refused to dress up when he was off work. He wasn’t aging as well as Claire, his tee shirt hugged a growing belly and his sandy brown hair was receding with a small growing bald spot on his head.
“You look good,” said Claire, though her eyes were sad.
“Liar,” said Calvin, laughing. He was in good spirits.
“No, I mean it,” she said. “You look good bald. It makes you look…”
“Virile,” he said with a smile, making Tom snort. “Like a large black penis.” This made Tom snort again and Claire laughed. “Speaking of penises, how come Tom hasn’t knocked you up yet?”
Claire blushed. “Well, we are officially trying.” She held crossed fingers up.
“We put starting a ****** on hold to get our careers going and travel some, but now that Claire’s shut down her boutique…”
“And Tom’s making good money,” she added. “We’re finally ready.”
“Well, if it’s a boy, name him Calvin,” said Calvin.
“Uh… we’ll think about it,” said Claire, glancing at her husband. There was no way she was going to name her boy after Calvin. Of course, Calvin was pulling their legs, but when a dying man made a request of you, you got uncomfortable.
“How are the legs?” asked Tom.
“Weak,” said Calvin, his smile dropping. “And growing weaker. The pain is constant, but you know…” He shrugged. “It is what it is.” Calvin sat back.
They exchanged small talk for a few moments. Calvin invested in some land when younger and just sold it for a small fortune. Tom was a little peeved that Calvin hadn’t gone through him to broker the sale. There was a line forming up behind them to greet Calvin, so the Thompsons moved on. “You should try the bald look,” said Claire to her husband. “It does make him look virile.”
“At some point, I’ll give up and shave it all off,” said Tom, “But until then, I’m fighting it all the way.” He waved at some old classmates.
“CLAIRE!”
“TOM!”
The Thompsons greeted some of their high school friends. There were handshakes, hugs, beers brought, and shots thrown back. Despite the nature of the gathering, the next two hours were a lot of fun and felt more like an impromptu high school reunion than a celebration of life.
“Oh, it looks like Calvin’s leaving,” said Claire to her husband. Someone was helping Calvin to his feet. His legs looked shaky and he was wincing, sweat beading on his bald head.
“Let’s go say bye,” said Tom, pushing himself up off the table. “This is…”
“Yeah,” said Claire, frowning. This was probably the last time either of them would see Calvin until his funeral.
Friends were lining up to get a picture with the little black man despite that it was visibly paining him to keep standing. “You good for one more?” asked Tom.
“Sure,” said Calvin, grinning, but wincing. “But just me and Claire.” He was half kidding. They took a picture with Calvin between them and then he did want one of just him and Claire. The short black man leaned into her, his head the same height and roughly the same size as each of her breasts. He closed his eyes, smiling like he’d fallen asleep on a pillow and their watching friends laughed.
“Well Calvin, hang in there,” said Tom. “Be strong. If there’s anything we can do for you, don’t hesitate to give us a call.”
“Well, since you asked,” said Calvin.
Tom paused. “What do you need?”
“I need your wife,” said Calvin, staring him in the eye and wiggling his eyebrows.
“You what?” asked Tom.
“Seriously,” said Calvin. “I want your wife to be my helper.”
“What do you mean?” asked Claire.
“I need a helper. You know, someone to drive me to the doctor, make me lunch. Do some minor cleaning. You know.”
“You’re serious?” asked Claire.
“Why not?” asked Calvin. “It hit me when you guys mentioned you were trying to have a baby. Claire closed up her shop and isn’t doing anything. I don’t have anyone to help me since my parents died and I’m always begging people for help. I need a ride to chemo Monday. I’d pay you of course.”
Claire shrugged, looking up in thought. “I’m not sure. I mean, I could certainly take you to the doctor Monday, but I couldn’t take any money for it.”
“I insist. Look, could you at least give it a try? I can pay you $1000 per week.”
“A thousand!” she exclaimed. “That’s too much.” Her failing business had been struggling to take in a thousand dollars a month.
“I can afford it just fine, but it is at least a forty-hour week. Maybe more as I sometimes need help on Saturdays.”
“I do usually end up showing houses Saturday,” said Tom, glancing at his wife. “But we like to spend Sunday together.”
“I’ll guarantee you Sunday off,” said Calvin, looking hopeful. “I have a neighbor I can call Sunday if I need anything.”
“I don’t know,” said Claire thinking about it.
“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he pleaded. “I need you and you can put the money towards little Calvin’s college fund.” Claire rolled her eyes. She was wavering. Calvin added, “In a more serious note, the doctors don’t expect I’ll last much longer than another six months. It wouldn’t be for that long.”
“I guess I could give it a try,” said Claire, looking at Tom, pleading with her eyes, hoping he had a good excuse for her to get out of it.” He just shrugged.
“Great,” said Calvin. “I’ll need a ride to the hospital Monday morning and I have a short shopping list of things I need. Can you be at my house by 9:00 am?”
“Sure,” said Claire.
“Let me have your number and I’ll text you my address.”
They exchanged numbers. Tom held his hand out and shook Calvin’s, wincing slightly at the little black man’s strong grip. Claire hugged him goodbye, bending down far enough that the little black man’s head wouldn’t be buried in her chest. Calvin’s friend ushered him out. The Thompsons left, walking down Main street towards Tom’s car. Tom backed out of his spot and aimed the car home.
“For a second, I thought he was asking for you know what,” said Claire, nervously
“Yeah,” said Tom with a snort. “You know Calvin, he’s always joking around.” Tom stared out the windshield, his mind wandering.
**********
Tom unwrapped the towel from his waist and tossed it on the bench before entering the shower, followed by a few other classmates. The new kid, the little black guy was already in the shower, facing the wall. He couldn’t help being impressed by the V-shape of the black guy’s back as a trim waist broadened outward into broad muscular shoulders. He probably had little man’s complex and bulked up to make bullies think twice before teasing him for being short.
Tom stepped under the closest shower and began lathering up his own fit body. He bent his head back under the water, adding shampoo and washing his hair. One of his friends said something he couldn’t quite hear under the water. Tom moved his head out. “What was that?”
“I said, Jesus, not everything on the new kid is little.”
Tom turned his head. Calvin was exiting the shower. Two other guys were entering, looking down on Calvin with looks of shock on their faces. Tom shrugged, finished rinsing and left the shower. As he stepped out, Calvin was still there drying off. He was toweling off his crotch, lifting the towel away just as Tom glanced down. Tom froze staring in horror at the behemoth penis sticking out between Calvin’s legs. He felt his penis shrink into his testicles as he stared at the dark black monstrosity. Calvin’s penis was mostly hard and sticking straight out from his crotch. Even not completely hard, the thing was longer than a football, at least a foot long and as thick as an energy drink can. Calvin’s eyes flickered down to Tom’s shrunken genitals, then back up, grinning at him as Tom stared in horror at the huge black horse dick sticking out from the short man’s legs.
Tom recovered, but the image was burned in his brain. Erect, his penis was only around five and a half inches long. It looked a little smaller than the other guys in the shower, but soft there wasn’t much of a noticeable difference and nobody teased him about it.
Showering after gym class or games made Tom feel emasculated after that. Calvin’s cock was always either sticking straight out, slightly bent down or swinging back and forth between his thighs like a giant rotten black banana. The little black man freed his cock the second they were in the locker room and never covered it up until it was time for the next class. Tom began taking quick showers or lagging behind to let Calvin finish and leave. Almost as bad as being emasculated by his huge black cock, Calvin almost immediately became the most popular guy in school, assuming the alpha male role over Tom. They went where Calvin wanted to go, did what Calvin wanted to do.
**********
That thing would rip Claire apart, thought Tom, the color slightly drained from his cheeks. Twelve years later, he was half convinced his memory had just inflated the size of Calvin’s cock. It couldn’t have been that big. It couldn’t have.
“You okay there?” asked Claire. “Pay attention to the road.”
“Sorry,” he apologized. Tom snorted. “This isn’t nice, but I was just thinking that if he was chasing after you, he’d never be able to catch you.”
“Oh, that’s horrible,” said Claire, wincing at the joke, but shamefully finding it funny. She glanced out her window, her mind drifting off to her own memories of Calvin.
**********
Claire was *****, but in her defense so was everyone else. Summer was nearly over and this would be the final official high school party of their lives. Tom had just left for college, but first, he’d dumped her. Asshole probably wanted to be free to fool around with college girls. She was going to take some classes at a local community college and staying with her parents for a few more years.
“Drink,” ordered Liz, sinking a quarter in the shot glass. “New rule and that’s no more rules.”
“Thank god,” said Sam, one of Tom’s best friends, swaying on his feet. The rules had gotten totally out of hand. Claire had gone on one date with Sam, but she was still upset over Tom, and Sam had been a little grabby with her tits while kissing her goodnight. He was still interested, but she wasn’t sure she wanted a second date. Plus, she was pretty sure, he and Liz liked to fuck around occasionally.
“Instead of rules,” said Liz with a dramatic pause, looking at each player. “You can make any two people go in the closet for “Seven minutes in heaven.”
“What are we, thirteen?” complained Claire.
“Fine, you’ll be first when I sink another three,” said Liz. Her quarter bounced, plopping right into the glass. “Drink,” she ordered. Liz was amazingly good at this game no matter how ***** she was. She easily sank two more ordering Claire to drink two more gulps of beer. “Alright Claire and…” She looked around the room, catching Sam’s eye. He nodded eagerly. The other male players also nodded or pointed their thumbs to their chests. Liz looked past them. “Calvin.” Liz tossed her head back and laughed.
“NO!” said Claire. Liz had done a good job picking out the least likely person she’d want to make out with.
“Did I hear my name?” asked Calvin, coming over to the table. He took a sip of his beer.
“Yes,” said Liz, wagging her finger at him. “You and Claire have to go in the closet for seven minutes.”
“Seriously?” He glanced at Claire who was shaking her head, negatively.
“Not fair, he’s not even playing,” she complained.
“YES!” Liz was swaying on her feet. “I made a rule. Any two people. ANY! The Double C and The Big C in the closet for seven minutes. That’s three Cs, right Calvin?”
“Si,” he replied, grinning.
“NO!” said Claire, shaking her head.
“Rules are rules, Claire,” said Calvin taking her hand.
Liz threw back her head and laughed while another cheerleader held the door to the closet open. Calvin pulled Claire inside. She had to duck under the coat rack, sitting on a trash bag of clothing in the corner. The door closed and they were in darkness.
“I’m not doing anything with you,” said Claire.
Calvin was silent for a moment. “We have to kiss at least.”
“The rules don’t say we have to do anything. We’ll just sit here for the seven minutes.” Claire jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders.
Calvin massaged her shoulder. She was tense but began to relax. “We’ll just kiss. I know better, but they’ll think you’re a racist if we don’t at least kiss.”
His hands felt good on her shoulders and she began to loosen up. Truthfully, the fact that he was black was the main reason she was reluctant and that he was half a foot shorter than she was. She thought of Tom and how he’d loathe it if she made out with his rival. That made her reconsider. “Alright. You can kiss me,” but that’s all.”
Calvin pulled her forward. Seated, her head was slightly lower than Calvin’s. Their noses touched and she turned her head sideways as his lips pressed hers. They made out for a minute before Calvin’s tongue began pushing between her lips. She pushed back, her tongue slipping into his mouth. She moved her hands to his shoulders but slid them down his arms, his biceps felt so big and hard. Calvin’s hands slid down her sides. In the dark, it was so easy to forget he was a little black man. His hands were on her waist, moving under her shirt and touching her bare flesh. The hands moved over to cup her breasts over her bra, kneading them. Claire went to push him away, her hands pushing on his chest, but encountering the hard brick wall of his pectorals. Instead of pushing, she let her hands run across his muscular chest and before she knew it, his hands were under her bra, tweaking her nipples which were soon rock hard and sending spasms of desire down to her crotch. He kept playing with her right nipple while his other hand grabbed her wrist and moved it down to his knee, releasing it. Her hand squeezed his knee, he moved his leg and she found herself frowning as her hand slid over a hard knob, larger than a golf ball attached to a thick shaft. She squeezed it wondering what the hell she was touching? Her hand started to explore what felt like an impossibly huge…
“TIMES UP!” yelled a classmate opening the door. “WHOA!”
Claire opened her eyes, pulling back as Calvin jerked his hands out from under her shirt. She felt flushed and was breathing heavily. Calvin turned and walked out of the closet, giving some teammates a thumbs up.
“Yeah! Big C!” shouted some, applauding, most jealously.
Claire flushed some more and followed him. Liz was collapsed on a couch, half passed out and the quarters game was over, though the gathering around the table had grown. They were the only two that had to go in the closet that night. Calvin approached her, a cocky grin across his face, asking if she needed a ride home. She had a ride and declined. He called her the next day, but she didn’t answer. He texted her the following day, asking if she wanted to get out that night, but she didn’t respond to that either. He was a good kisser, but there was no way she would ever date a black man and a short one at that. A week later, Tom had called, apologizing for being a fool, and wanting to get back together. She agreed to talk and drove five hours to his college the next weekend. The next time she saw Calvin he was bussing tables at a restaurant downtown when Tom had come home for Thanksgiving.
**********
“What are you thinking about?” asked Tom. They were nearing their home.
“Just thinking about Calvin back in high school,” she answered with a sigh. She’d never told Tom about their seven-minute make-out session. “He was so strong.”
“Shame. He was our big track star and his legs…” Tom shook his head. He wasn’t on the track team and never felt jealous of Calvin for being so good at track. “Well, you know what, despite the circumstances, it was nice seeing everyone.”
“Yes, it was,” she agreed. “There are other benefits too.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Drinking makes me horny.”
Tom sat up straight and hit the gas.
Twenty minutes later, she pushed down on his spent prick, keeping it plugging his seed inside her. She looked down at her husband. Drinking made her horny, but drinking in the afternoon always put him fast asleep. He’d fallen asleep seconds after cumming inside her.
But she was still horny.
**********
Two days later, Claire pulled down the drive to Calvin’s house. It was a two-story colonial-style home with a two-car garage on a decent parcel of land. The home was surrounded by woods with a farm field nearby. Quiet and private just like Claire enjoyed. She and Tom had a nice house, but it was in a rich neighborhood with lots of neighbors and children.
Calvin had an intercom doorbell and told her to come on in. He was seated on the couch, cane across his knees watching the news. “Claire, I’m so happy you agreed to do this,” he said, smiling at her.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure. Happy to help.”
“Can you help me up and we’ll get going to the medical center?”
Claire bent over and put her arm around him, helping as he pushed himself to his feet.
The first day went quickly. She sat in the doctor’s waiting room for nearly two hours. On the way home, Calvin had a shopping list for her. He waited in the car while she bought his supplies. Back at the house, she put his supplies away and made him a sandwich. Calvin’s legs couldn’t make it up the stairs and he’d moved into the downstairs guestroom. She washed his sheets and some of his clothes for him.
Her duty list was light, Calvin was funny, genuinely grateful for her, and pleasant to talk to. She left for the day happy she’d agreed to take the job.
The second day, the delivery man dropped off a large box for Calvin. It was a walker. “The day is coming when the cane won’t be good enough,” said Calvin. “Help me put it together?”
“Of course.” She opened the box for him. Calvin wanted to do it but needed her help to hand her the parts. There were only a few parts so it wasn’t much of a chore. Claire glanced up above Calvin’s large flat-screen TV. He had a large poster-sized ****** portrait on the wall. It was probably from around fifteen years ago, Calvin looked the age he had in high school. There was another young black boy beside him, only ten or eleven, but taller than Calvin. His parents stood behind the two boys, the father tall, but the mother was short close to Calvin’s height. His parents had died in a car accident some ten years ago. “I forgot you had a brother,” she commented.
“Yeah, Clarence,” he answered, tightening a screw. “That should do it.” Calvin used his muscular arms to pull himself up and lean on the walker. He tested it, walking around. “Hate to say it, but this thing is easier than the cane.” He walked towards the kitchen, wincing each time he took a step. “At least it’s not a wheelchair.”
“Want lunch?” She asked, and he nodded in response. She made them grilled cheese, adding some chips to their plates. After lunch, he wanted to play a video game with her. She cleaned up the cardboard and packaging from the walker as Calvin sat down on the couch and fired up the console.
She wasn’t a gamer but caught on how to use the controller quickly enough. It was an NBA video game and he was quite skilled, crushing her. Just when she thought she had a chance of sinking a ball at one point, he stole it from her and dunked. “You stink,” she said, looking at the score of 84-0.
“Sorry,” he chuckled.
“No, I mean it. You stink.” She leaned over, wrinkling her nose at him. “How long since you’ve had a bath?”
“More than a week?”
“Over a week!” Claire was a clean freak and was appalled.
Calvin turned the machine and the TV off. He looked over at her. “This is where it gets awkward,” he said.
“What?”
“I need a shower.”
“Yeah, you do.”
Calvin smirked. “I need help getting a shower.”
“OH!” Claire sat back, eyes opening wide in surprise. “I hadn’t thought of that, but you do need a bath. Can I run the tub for you?”
Calvin shook his head. “The tub is upstairs and the stairs are too much for me and there’s only a shower downstairs. I’ve had bars put in and can hold myself up, but I need someone to wash me.”
“Could you wear a swimsuit or something?”
“Kind of defeats the purpose,” he said. “But if it’s too much…” Calvin shrugged.
Claire sat silently for a moment. She glanced back up at the Custis ****** portrait. “What about your brother? Does he live nearby?”
“An hour away, but he can’t get away for another eight years. He’s in prison.”
“Oh…OH!” she said. “Sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, I miss him,” said Calvin. “Nothing serious, but when a black man gets caught selling weed in this state, he gets a long sentence and now I’m having weed prescribed to me by a doctor. I call bull shit!” Calvin glanced up at the portrait. “He’d be here for me if he could.”
“Alright,” she sighed. “Looks like bathing you is now part of my job description. No big deal. We’re both grownups so no joking around, okay?”
“I’ll be as embarrassed as you,” he replied, but couldn’t hide his grin.
It would be a much bigger deal then Claire thought.
**********
“Ready,” yelled Claire, testing how hot the water was. The shower was large, square, with a glass door. The bars were placed under the showerhead and against the back. There wasn’t a washcloth, just a bottle of body wash.
Calvin entered the room from the adjoining bedroom. He had a towel tied around his waist. Claire stepped back from the entrance glancing at him, her eyes couldn’t help sweeping down his bare chest. Calvin’s upper torso looked sculpted from ebony. His chest had huge defined pecs, with a rippled six-pack beneath. His thin waste tapered out into a broad chest with bulging biceps. She forced her face to remain impassive despite how impressed she was. Tom was getting a paunch and she missed his younger hard body though it had never come close to Calvin’s physique.
Calvin hobbled up to the shower and placed one hand on her shoulder for balance as he released his cane. She helped him in until his left hand could grab the bar. Water was striking his chest and running down soaking his towel. “Can you get the towel?”
“Of course,” she replied, keeping her face impassive as she reached down for the knot around his waist. She might not even need to see his penis. It would probably be shrunken into his scrotum like her husband did when he was cold. She could look away when she washed his crotch. She held the knot, pulling the towel away. “JESUS!”
Calvin smirked, holding his head just out from the shower spray. “What’s wrong?”
“I uh… wasn’t expecting…” She couldn’t take her eyes off Calvin’s penis. It wasn’t shrunken into his scrotum. It wasn’t resting over his balls or dangling. It had sprung up out of the towel, sticking straight out, slightly bent down, the black head of his prick was bigger than a golf ball, the shaft ending at least a foot from the base of his crotch with the head another two inches around. “Your penis to be so…”
“Large?” he chuckled. “Why do you think they called me The Big C?
Her eyes were still glued to the little black man’s huge penis. “Because… because your short and your name’s Calvin.”
“It’s because I have a big cock. I preferred The BBC, but that was too much.”
“BBC?”
“Big Black Cock.” He laughed again. “Of course, no announcer was going to say, another touchdown by the big black cock or home run by the…” Calvin paused waiting.
“Big black cock,” she muttered, still in disbelief at the bobbing monstrosity before her eyes.
“Exactly,” he responded, his cocky smirk growing larger.
Calvin took another step, holding his head down under the water until he could lift it so that the shower struck his chest and he could place his hand on the other bar. Water was splashing on Claire’s tank top now. “What now?”
“Body wash is down there. Just wash what you can.”
Claire stooped down. The bottle of soap was near the bar under the shower and reaching for it put her eye level with the big black cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was big. It was black. And cock seemed more appropriate for something so much bigger than Tom’s penis. It looked obscenely large on such a short man and a man with such weak legs, but oddly natural sticking out from underneath his muscular torso. Her hand closed around the black bottle of soap, probably as big around as the big black cock, she guessed standing back up, finally forcing her eyes off it.
Claire squirted some lotion into her palm, leaning in, she began lathering up his back. She’d assumed a washcloth would have been in the shower and hadn’t counted on her hand touching his skin. She’d never run her hands over such a hard-muscular back. It was as impressive as his front torso. She poured some more wash in her palm and moved down, his butt cheeks were as hard and firm as the rest of him. She wasn’t about to run her hands down the crack between his cheeks. Claire squatted, more water splashing off his body onto her face and top. This is where her brow furrowed with concern. No doubt his emaciated legs had once been as powerful as the rest of his body. She lathered up the closest leg, also gently massaging it for him. There were still some muscles in his thigh and calves, but apparently, every step he took caused Calvin pain. He was fooling himself to think the walker was all he needed. He needed a wheelchair.
She leaned for the farther leg, eyes opening wide in surprise when she glanced between his legs. Calvin had a wide stance and his scrotum was hanging down between his legs. Not surprisingly, it was sized to go with the big black cock. Each testicle could have been a tennis ball shoved into a wrinkly black sock. There wasn’t quite room for them both in the sack and one hung lower than the other. Tom’s balls were the size of small walnuts and ejaculated maybe a teaspoon worth of runny semen which she found messy and disgusting. What kind of volume would these huge balls ejaculate?
“Let me turn around,” said Calvin.
Claire had visions of being slapped by the big black cock when he turned, so she stood back up. She needn’t have worried, Calvin struggled to turn, moving slowly. He was wincing in pain and concentration. The big C was still sticking out, slightly angled down. Finally, he turned his back on the spray. His hips were thrust out, his cock stabbing outward. Claire noticed his crotch was hairless either from falling out from the chemo or he shaved it and it made his cock look even longer.
She filled her palm with body wash again. He held his head down and she lathered up his scalp and the sides of his head. He raised his head, putting it under the spray and she took the opportunity to stare at his cock again while filling her palm with more wash. It was so big, looking more like it belonged on a horse than a short black man. Powerful veins crisscrossed the shaft keeping it pumped full of blood. She wondered if he was embarrassed about getting an erection while she bathed him. He raised his head back out of the spray and she quickly turned her attention away from his cock.
Claire’s hand was overflowing with body wash, she’d been so distracted she just kept squeezing the bottle into her palm. She placed both hands on his chest, rubbing the lotion into a lather. Now she was just as fascinated with running her hands over his muscular chest as she was staring at his cock. She washed his arm muscles, squeezing the biceps that were taut from holding himself up. Something was fascinating about the contrast of her white hands on his black muscular chest. Her hand went lower over his abdominals and she needed more lotion.
She stared at his cock as she filled her hand again. “I’ll just do around your crotch, okay?” She placed her hand back on his stomach, working up a lather as she moved down. His smooth pubic mound felt weird but was oddly sexy. Her palm rubbed down the sides of the root of his shaft, she stooped a little moving her hand down under. She hadn’t meant to rub his balls, but she ended up washing them and feeling their weight in her palm. They were so big she could only hold one. Claire frowned, staring down at his big black cock. It was swelling and had straightened out.
“Can you give the shaft a good cleaning?” he asked, gasping for breath.
“I shouldn’t,” she responded, watching her hand wrap around the root, holding it.
“Just a lathering. It hasn’t been washed in a while. The glans too.”
Claire gulped. Without even thinking about it, her hand was gliding down the big black cock, squeezing and rubbing over the head. It expanded in her grip. Her hand slid back down to the root, feeling his pulse within the thick shaft of his black cock. “It’s getting bigger!” she said, staring at it in shock. The shaft had now risen, his cock slightly bent up, a swollen fourteen inch rock-hard black cock. Her hand stroked back up to the head.
“Oh god,” he sobbed. “I’m getting an erection.”
“You weren’t already hard?” She couldn’t believe it.
“It’s always like that when I haven’t cum in a while.” He sobbed again.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, releasing his cock. It bobbed up and down.
“Claire look at me?” he asked. She was slightly stooped, but he still had to look up to meet her eyes. “I’m begging you, Claire. Please keep jerking off my cock.”
“No way,” she gasped. “I shouldn’t have even cleaned it.”
Calvin took a deep breath. “Claire. Normally I wouldn’t ask this of you. I haven’t had a real erection since my chemo started. I really need to get off. It’s been too long and I don’t know if I’ll ever get another one.”
“You do it,” she said, not staring at him, but at the thick black cock still covered in lather.
Calvin shrugged, nodding his head towards both of his arms holding himself up. “I can’t.”
“I’ll help you to the bed.”
“It won’t stay hard by the time I make it to the bed with all the pain walking causes me. Please? This could very well be the last orgasm I have before I…” He looked at her pleading when she glanced back up at him. “Before I… you know?”
She reached out and grabbed his shaft, her heart skipping a beat when she touched it again. “Tom would kill me if he knew I was giving you a hand job.”
“You’re not, you’re just giving it a thorough washing, understand?”
Claire squirted some more wash along the shaft, tossing the bottle on the shower floor. She jerked it a few inches at a time to get a good lather going. “Didn’t know this was in my job description,” she said, half complaining. The other half was fascinated with Calvin’s black cock and what her hand was doing to it.
“It’s not and I’ll never ask you again.”
Claire’s hand got back to the head again. “It’s so big, Calvin” She lathered it up, giving the shaft long strokes this time, moving her hand along the tube quickly. Her wedding ring glistened on the white hand holding the big black cock, the black cock of her husband’s chief rival in high school. She switched hands, feeling less guilty not using her ring hand. Calvin moaned, enjoying it. She felt a swell of pride, knowing she was doing him a big favor though she had the strangest feeling that she was privileged to be holding such a powerful cock. He moaned again and she glanced up at him. His eyes weren’t closed and he wasn’t staring at her hand on his cock. He was staring at her chest. She looked down; her shirt was soaked thru as was her bra. The wet material clung tightly to her large bosom and her nipples were visible through both the bra and top which were so wet, some of the pinkish colors were visible. Her nipples were also rock hard. She hadn’t been aware of it, but now that she saw them, she was aware of a painful, needful ache coming from her throbbing nipples.
Claire’s right hand was tiring quickly at the unfamiliar motions. She was left-handed and switched back to her other hand, watching her engagement and wedding rings sliding along the top of Calvin’s cock. She turned her hand so that the symbols of her and Tom’s love was hidden on the other side of his cock. She jerked her hand faster, the gap between her thumb and fingers growing as his cock expanded.
“FFUUCCKK!!” cried Calvin.
His cock jerked. A large wad of semen flew out of the head. “Jesus,” she said again, watching it strike the back of the shower. It resembled the white gel of the body wash and his ejaculate would have overflowed her palm and that was just the first wad. His cock bucked again and again like it was trying to break free of her grip. Equally large wads of semen spewed forth from the head with each jerk. She could feel his cock pumping out his sperm in her grasp. She didn’t stop jerking it, her hand helping to coax out more of his seed. His sperm was now coating the opposite wall of the shower, large globs of it running down to the floor, making their way towards the drain. The blasts weren’t reaching the wall now, falling shorter and shorter until there were only little squirts spitting out of the head. She ran her hand up along his shaft over the plum-sized head, squeezing out the last of his seed which coated her fingers. Claire finally released it, holding her palm up and examining the thick viscous fluid running over her fingers. What was on her hand alone was the equivalent of one of Tom’s entire ejaculations. “And I thought Tom was messy,” she mumbled.
“What was that?” asked Calvin, he was gasping for breath, slouching as his powerful arms held him up.
“I said you’re messy.” She reached out, holding her hand under the shower rinsing his sperm off.
“Thank you,” he gasped. “I haven’t cum in six months. Guess I built up a lot.” Calvin was recovering his strength, wincing as he put some pressure on his legs and turned himself back around. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It was still swollen, the head a blackish-purple, and it looked like it was about to cum again. He turned, holding it under the shower, the water parting around his shaft. “You did me a big favor, Claire. I can’t thank you enough. I’ll never ask you to do anything like that again.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” she replied, flexing her left hand and wiggling her fingers to loosen them up.
Calvin dipped his head under the water. He looked out, droplets glistening on his head. “I’m getting tired of holding myself up. Can you grab the walker?”
She nodded and hurried out to get the walker. When she returned, she helped him out. His cock had deflated. It grew out a little from his crotch and dangled down still nearly eleven inches long. He grasped the walker and stepped out of the shower, his cock slapping from thigh to thigh. She pulled a towel off a nearby rack and began drying him off, starting with his head and moving down until she was wiping off his crotch and cock. When she moved the towel down to his weak legs, his cock was sticking out again. “What now?” she asked.
“That wiped me out. Help me to bed, I think I’ll take a nap.” She helped him to the adjoining bedroom. Calvin sat on the bed, the strain on his face relaxing as he took the pressure off his legs. He laid back, lying nude on top of the covers, his cock was floppy again, it hung over his thigh, the end resting on his bedspread. His eyes flickered down to her breasts, her wet top clung to her skin showing her bra and white flesh. Her nipples were still prominently hard. “If you could make me a sandwich and leave it in the fridge for dinner, you can take off early so you can change out of that wet top.”
“Okay. Sure, thanks.”
“Wear your bikini next time so you don’t get your clothes wet. It would be easier if you just got in the shower with me.”
“Next time? Yeah, good idea,” she said, her eyes transfixed on the huge cock laying across his thigh. She wasn’t about to wear her bikini in the shower with him, but she had a modest one-piece. “Well, I’ll see it tomorrow then… see you tomorrow I mean.”
“Yes, see you tomorrow. And Claire, thanks again.”
“Thank you… I mean, you’re welcome.”
**********
“Damn Claire!”
Claire slammed her pussy down onto Tom’s dick, bouncing as fast as she could in his lap. “It feels so good, baby,” she moaned. “Ohhh yes,” she whispered, trembling as she had a rare orgasm.
“UNH!” Tom raised his hips, his penis squirting his seed in his wife.
She collapsed on Tom, giving him a passionate kiss. “That was great, baby,” she whispered in his ear.
“Yeah, wow!” said Tom in a pleasant daze. “It’s hotter without the condom.” His penis shriveled, shrinking its way to plop out of her pussy. “What got into you?”
“I don’t know,” she lied, images of Calvin’s cock filling her mind. “I might be ovulating.”
Tom patted her ass. “Let me up. I’m going to take a quick shower. His semen had leaked out of her, leaving his crotch a sticky mess.
Claire rolled off. She watched Tom, slip out of bed, and head to the bathroom. His once athletic body was fading. He had a paunch hanging over his little penis and his ass was flabby. Her mind couldn’t help comparing what she was seeing to Calvin’s hard muscular body. She’d never seen a better male physique then she had on Calvin. Only Tom’s legs were superior to their old classmates.
Claire hopped out of bed when Tom shut the door. She walked over to the dresser and pulled a drawer open. Claire retrieved her bundled up bikini and unfolded it. It was a tiny string bikini that she’d bought for their honeymoon. It was black and the contrast looked good on her white skin. Just like the contrast of her white hand spreading lather across Calvin’s black-skinned chest. It had been skimpy on her younger double C cup breasts and she’d gotten plenty of stares holding hands with her new husband strolling down a beach in Aruba. Now that her breasts had expanded, the bikini was even smaller on her and she no longer wore it in public. The meter reader had once caught her sunbathing by their pool and his eyes bugged out staring at her half-naked body. She wrapped a towel around her waist, fleeing back inside in embarrassment, but found herself fingering herself on her bed a few minutes later.
She set the bikini down on top of the clothes in her dresser and dug around for her one-piece swimsuit. It was modest, but still hugged her curves and looked great on her. The bikini showed off way too much of her body to wear in a shower with Calvin.
“Wear your bikini next time,” echoed Calvin’s voice in her head. He hadn’t framed it as a question. Her bikini showed off too much of her body. Show off your body. Maybe it would make his cock hard again? Then she could… Her left hand curled imagining she was holding his hard cock again.
It was like she wanted to jerk him off again! She kind of did and it made her feel naughty.
Tomorrow’s agenda was to take Calvin to his gym so he could lift weights. Her workout clothes were in the same drawer. It consisted of a black sports bra and black yoga pants that looked incredibly sexy on her. She wore it to her yoga classes or jogging. Her big tits bouncing up and down as she jogged had male drivers hitting their breaks to avoid accidents on two separate occasions. Again, the black on white contrast looked great on her. Like the contrast of her white hand sliding down Calvin’s hard black stomach towards his shaved crotch.
Tom finished and she took his place in the shower to wash her crotch off. Afterward, she joined him in bed and fell fast asleep.
**********
Claire woke up horny. She couldn’t recall the sex dream, but it had been hot and was just getting good when Tom woke her. She thought about making him late for work, but he was already adjusting his tie and had a house to show this morning. She considered masturbating, but she needed to get over to Calvin’s.
Claire took a shower and naked walked over to her dresser, pulling the drawer open.
“Wear your bikini next time.”
Claire retrieved the bikini from the drawer and pulled the panty on, trying to stretch it out to cover more of her crotch and ass. She had the same problem with the top, tugging the material one way and then the other to make sure her nipples were completely covered. The areolae were as big around as Calvin’s cock… as a thin energy drink can and for some reason the plump nipples in their centers were also rising.
This is a bad idea, she thought, staring at her body in the mirror. Apart from one lucky meter reader, only Tom had seen her in this bikini since her honeymoon and she hadn’t even worn it for him in years. The one-piece would be much more appropriate, she thought, reaching for it, but she couldn’t wear a one-piece under her workout clothes and Calvin had specifically told her to wear a bikini.
Claire withdrew her hand and pulled her sports bra on over the bikini top. Then she stepped into the tight yoga pants. “Idiot,” she said, smacking herself on the head. Her gym outfit was Lycra and she could wear it in the shower without displaying so much of her body to Calvin.
Calvin gave a low whistle when she walked into his house. She grinned and turned her hips, giving him a fake pose. He was wearing a white tank top that hugged his hard muscles and bared his black muscular arms. The contrast was sexy, his white shirt on his dark black skin, much as the contrast of her black bikini on her white skin was sexy on her. Bland gray drawstring sweatpants covered him from the waist down and now that she knew what to look for, she easily picked out the large tubular swell running down one leg. “Ready?” he asked, using the walker to head towards his front door.
“Ready boss,” she answered, trying not to cry when she saw the pained expression on his face each time he put pressure down on his feet.
“Cut that boss shit out,” he said, slowly following her to her car. “We weren’t close in high school, but we were friends and you're helping me out as a friend.”
“Thanks,” she said, helping him into her front seat. “I feel closer to you since yester…” She froze, blushing.
“You did get pretty close, yesterday,” said Calvin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he buckled the seat belt.
“I meant getting to know you better,” she blurted out.
“Don’t be embarrassed, but that was the best thing to happen to me in six months,” he told her seriously, as she got in the driver’s seat.
Claire was embarrassed; she didn’t talk much during the drive to the gym.
Calvin was popular wherever he went and his gym was no exception. Employees and clientele all knew him by name. Claire helped him a little, but mostly he needed a male trainer to help with the heavier weights he was lifting. Claire got in a great workout herself, spending time on an exercise bike, treadmill, and some light weightlifting herself.
Calvin looked sad when she returned to where he was bench pressing. The trainer was just placing the weights back on the rack. Calvin was breathing heavily, his skin glistening with sweat. His arms were bulging from the exercise. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “That’s a lot of weight!”
“325,” said the trainer with an Eastern European accent. His eyes swept down Claire’s body. “If you ever need a trainer, let me know. I’d give you a good workout.”
He was plug-ugly with a big bull neck and a unibrow, but he was a powerful masculine man and his innuendo had her nipples aching. She felt a flutter in her pussy. “No thanks,” she responded. Claire didn’t know what was wrong with her but suspected her desire to get pregnant was the culprit. Her body had been responding to male attention since going off birth control a year ago. “That’s a lot of weight,” she said, turning her attention to Calvin.
“It was 400 a year ago,” said Calvin. “380 six months ago.” He stared at the ceiling for a minute, lost in thoughts of his rapidly declining health.
Calvin was still silent as she helped him back into her car. He did pipe up to say that he was hungry and she pulled up to a drive-thru to get them lunch. “You worked up quite a sweat,” she said, turning onto his driveway. “Would you like a shower?”
Calvin sat up in his seat. “That’s probably a good idea,” he answered. “I figured I could get by with a shower every other day so you wouldn’t have to wash me, but I hadn’t counted on the gym today. If you’re sure you don’t mind, I could use one?”
“No, I don’t mind,” she said, feeling the flutter in her pussy again. “We’ll shower right after lunch.” Claire pulled up to his mailbox and grabbed the mail for him before turning down his driveway. Calvin had opened a manilla envelope and was reading through its contents silently. He quietly pushed it back into the envelope, sighing. “You okay?”
“Good news.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“You don’t have to take me to chemo Monday.”
“Oh? OH!” Claire glanced over at him. “I’m sorry, Calvin.”
He shrugged. “It seemed to work at first, but the shit just spread too fast. It’s not just my legs that hurt anymore. I can feel it in my bones. My remaining quality of life will be better without it.”
Claire blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. “Hey,” she looked over at him, parking the car. “Fuck cancer.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling at her. “Fuck cancer.” He wasn’t dead yet.
Claire pulled his walker out of her trunk and came around to help him out of her car. “Look,” she said. “If there’s anywhere you’d like to go…”
“It hurts too much to walk.”
“Then swallow your pride and get a wheelchair. I’m serious Calvin. If there’s anything I can do for you or anything you need me to handle, I’m here for you.”
“Well,” he said, grinning despite the pain of walking along beside her. “If anything comes up, I’ll let you handle it.”
“Great,” said Claire. “I’m happy to help.”
**********
“Ready,” she yelled from the bathroom, testing the shower.
“Did you wear your bikini?” He called back from the bedroom.
“Yeah, but I figured I could wear my workout clothes.”
“Oh, I was hoping to shower with a hot girl in a bikini.” He slowly walked into the room.
“Classic Calvin,” she said, smiling and looking up. The smile faded when her eyes fell on his cock. It was sticking out again, slightly angled down just as it had the first time, she’d seen it. The head bobbed slightly. She quit staring when he spoke.
“I figured you’d already seen it, so why bother with a towel.” He made his way to the shower and she helped him in. He turned, looking over her shoulder. “You look hot as hell in that, but I was hoping for a bikini.
Claire released his arm when he grabbed the bars. He was looking at her when she stepped back and pulled the sports bra off over her head. She glanced down, quickly covering her breasts with her arm as part of her areola was showing. She adjusted the cup and reached down for the waist of her yoga pants, wiggling them down around her hips. “Alright, I’ll throw you a bone.” Claire straightened up, letting him look at her. He did and she could see the approval in his eyes.
“Your body’s incredible.”
“Thanks. I haven’t even let Tom see me in this for years.”
“I consider myself lucky.” Calvin faced the corner, holding his head under the water as she stepped in behind him.
Claire bent down for the bottle of body wash. She lathered up her hands and massaged his scalp, the water quickly washing the suds away. Some more lotion and she watched her slim white hands rubbing the lotion into his shoulders and back. She squatted, washing his butt cheeks and weakened legs.
“That feels good Claire,” said Calvin. “My physical therapist says that massaging my legs would help with blood flow. Would that be something you’d be willing to do for me?”
“Of course,” she replied. “Turn around.” Calvin took his time, putting more weight on his legs and turning slowly. She stared down at his cock, slowly swinging around. Exactly how big was that monster? Twelve inches? Thirteen? It had pushed fourteen when he’d finally started ejaculating yesterday.
Claire took her eyes off it, standing on her tiptoes as she stepped forwards. Calvin closed his eyes as she washed his face. “Aah!” she gasped, coming back down on the flat of her feet. She stared down between their bodies in horrified fascination. Calvin was staring down also. His cock had slipped between her thighs and she was straddling the fat shaft. She could its heat between her legs as it pushed up against her crotch. Claire stepped back, it slid out an inch, feeling so good, she felt guilty and stood back up on her tiptoes until it had cleared her thighs.
“Guess I’m throwing you a bone now.”
“Guess you are,” she muttered, staring at the swollen cock. It had risen again, now angled up. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, pulling the head up over her pubic mound before reluctantly releasing it. She stepped forward again, the head sliding up her stomach and over her navel. Claire went back to washing his shoulders and chest, conscious of his cock pushing against her stomach. Her breasts were pushing into his face, but he wasn’t complaining. Her hand ran down his stomach to just under his navel.
Claire stepped back. She stared at his cock and then down at the bottle of body wash. She could quit now. He was clean enough. There was no need to wash anymore. The shower had washed his sweat off. Claire bent down and poured more of the wash on her palm. She started rubbing into his bald crotch and around the shaft down to massage it into his heavy balls. Claire took a breath and moved her hand up to the shaft, wrapping her fingers around it. She ran her sudsy hand along the shaft and up to the head, giving it a little squeeze. She stroked her hand back down to the base. There it was clean.
She didn’t let go. She raised her head from staring at her slim white hand holding his dark black cock. She slid it back up about halfway, staring him in the eyes. “Would you like me to…”
“I promised I wouldn’t ask you to do that again,” he answered.
“Would you like me to…” He didn’t respond. He stared at her waiting. His cock twitched in her hand. “Would you like me to jerk your cock off again?”
“I’d love it.”
Claire stroked his shaft, letting her hand run to the head and down to the base, increasing speed. “It’s so big, Calvin,’ she whispered. She chuckled. “I guess it’s working again,” she said, referring to him telling her about having erectile dysfunction.
“It must like you,” he said. His words making her hand stroke faster. “It sure likes that bikini.”
Claire blushed. She could feel her nipples hardening, stretching out the fabric of her bikini so that it revealed hints of her areola. “I like your cock, Calvin.” Claire almost gasped when it swelled in her hand.
“Good. Then you’ll jerk it off whenever I want you to?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding her head, watching her hand stroking the thick black cock. She reached out and tried to use her other hand to help it along, but reaching down was awkward.
“Try kneeling,” suggested Calvin.
Claire stooped then kneeled, the drain right between her thighs. Claire looked up at him and gasped. This position was so different, she immediately felt the bottom of her bikini panty turn wet as her arousal grew. No longer was she staring down at a little black man with weak legs, now she was staring up at an incredibly masculine well-muscled man with a giant black cock the end of which was bobbing just under her nose.
Claire stared down his shaft, reaching down for the bottle of body wash and squirting more in her hand. Wrapping both her hands around Calvin’s cock, she began jerking it off again. It was easier in this position and felt more natural kneeling before him. Claire hoped he was appreciating that she was doing this for him, but the more she saw his cock, the longer she stroked it, she began to feel grateful he was allowing her to do this for him.
“You have amazing stamina,” she told him, her arms tiring. She tried twisting her hands around his shaft as she stroked it.
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to suck it?” he asked.
“I…” Claire was shocked by his request. “I couldn’t.” She stared down at the plum-sized head of his cock appearing every time she moved her hands down. It was only six or eight inches from her mouth.
“I understand,” said Calvin, sighing. “I’d just really love one last blow job before…” He paused. “Before you know?”
“I’m sorry,” she said, truly meaning it. “I couldn’t cheat on Tom. I shouldn’t even be doing this for you.”
“Well, I don’t think a blow job is cheating, but I don’t want you to do anything your uncomfortable with.” Calvin sighed again. “Would you…?”
“Would I what?”
“Would you at least take your top off?”
“Calvin!”
“Please? I’d love to see your breasts and that bikini doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’ll help me cum faster.”
Claire released his cock. It bobbed, swollen and glistening before her eyes as she reached under her hair behind her neck and pulled the string on her top. It fell as she reached behind her back and pulled the last string.
“Jesus,” he muttered as her areola and swollen nipples appeared. “They’re magnificent!”
“Thanks,” she said, smiling at him. She squirted another dollop of lotion into her hand before she went back to working on getting him off.
“Arch your back a little.”
Claire sat up and arched her back. He was looking down at her jerking off his cock framed by her breasts. “This helping?”
“A little,” he muttered. “Could you try…”
“Calvin! You’re lucky I’m doing this for you.”
“I know. I know,” he said quickly. Claire looked up at him frowning. The shower was striking his back, but his head was beaded with sweat and looked like he was straining. “I want you to try talking dirty to me to speed things up.”
“Talking dirty?”
“You told me you like it. Keep telling me how much you like it.”
Claire was concerned by the strained look on his face. “I like your cock,” she told him again. Her arms were tiring, but she stroked it faster. “I love your cock. God Calvin, your cock is so big.”
“That’s good,” he moaned. “What color is it?”
“Black! Your black cock is so big, Calvin. I love your big black cock.” Claire was finding this hot and waves of arousal were lubricating her pussy.
“Is it the biggest you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes, this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.” She stroked faster, determined that his stamina would not outlast the strength in her arms.
“Is it bigger than Tom’s?” He threw his head back, groaning, the water striking his bald pate.
“So much bigger,” she said, knowing this was wrong. She only hesitated a moment. “Your big black cock is so much bigger than Tom’s little penis.”
“Oh god Claire,” he groaned.
His cock was bigger in her hands, more swollen, and even harder. He was getting close. She stared in horror at the huge swollen head only inches from her face and breasts. “Wait! You’re not going to shoot as much as you did, yesterday are you?”
“Oh no,” he moaned. “That was six months’ worth.”
Claire looked down at the head of his cock now an angry purplish black. “It looks like it’s about to explo…”
Calvin thrust his cock through her hands, the head was inches from her open mouth when it did explode. “UNNHH!” he grunted.
Claire was caught off guard, as the first strand of his semen shot out from the head, filling her mouth. She clamped her lips down, swallowing it, releasing his cock. She stared cross-eyed down at the head as it reared up, blasting another wave of semen on her face. She closed her eyes just in time as one of his large loads of ejaculate splattered over her face. Claire could feel his sperm spraying all over her tits and striking her face again as she wiped her eyes clear. His cock was bobbing out of control spraying semen all over her upper torso. She grabbed it and held it still, jerking his remaining sperm out and stream after stream of his hot seed shot out to splatter on her breasts. She licked her lips, tasting more of his seed and liking what she tasted. Having him cum all over her was the most erotic moment of her life.
“Wow,” he groaned, relaxing his arms and wincing as he put more pressure on his feet.
Her hands moved up his swollen shaft one last time, an inch-long strand of semen dangling from the urethra. Claire knew she shouldn’t, but she was lost in the moment. She leaned forward and let her tongue lap up the last remnant off the tip of his cock. He moaned again.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to cum as much,” she said, looking warily at him as she pushed herself off the floor and stood. She ran the tips of her fingers up over large globs of sperm dripping off her breasts.
“I didn’t. That was a pretty normal load.”
“That’s not normal,” she muttered, the semen covering two of her fingers was as much as one of Tom’s entire orgasms.
“Hey, the balls match the cock,” he said grinning. His eyes were on her hands, she was staring fascinated at the semen coating her fingers. “Rub my seed into your tits.”
“What?” she looked up.
“Rub my seed on your tits.”
Claire stared at him in shock, but her fingers were coming up to her nipples, rubbing his sperm all over them. She whimpered at the sensitivity of her nipples. He was staring intently at her breasts. She slid her hands down, cupping them with her palms, running her hands all over breasts. Calvin was so black yet his semen was whiter than Tom’s. It had the consistency of the body wash she’d been rubbing all over his body, more pudding thick then Tom’s watery seed. “My god, Calvin! How?” She was staring down at his cock. It had been sticking out, bent down, but had straightened up nearly fully erect again, expanding before her eyes.
“I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you, Claire,” he said, earnestly. Claire’s cheeks turned crimson. “I’m serious. You’re perfect. You get the blood flowing straight to the old Big C.” He winced, his cheeks turning crimson too, but not from embarrassment, from pain.
“Calvin, are you okay?”
“I need to get out of here.” He was gasping for air.
Claire’s brows furrowed with worry. She took his arm and helped him out of the shower to his walker. “You need help?”
“Go ahead and clean up. I need to lay down.”
Claire turned, squealing as she thrust her body under the freezing water.
Calvin chortled. “Ran out of hot water ten minutes ago.”
Claire shivered, but squatted to grab the bottle of body wash, squirting some soap into her hand. Her brain pictured her hand holding Calvin’s cock, and shooting his seed in her hand. She rubbed the soap over her tits. Her arousal and the freezing water had her nipples pulling her areola out of her breasts even further. She washed quickly unable to take much more of this.
Claire stepped out of the shower. She was freezing and reaching for the towel when Calvin howled in pain. She forwent the towel and dripping hurried over to Calvin. He was moving so slowly; he hadn’t reached the bed yet. She grabbed his arm and wrapped her other arm around his shoulders. Her wet skin and breast pressed against him. He turned, releasing the walker and sat heavily on the bed sighing with relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead and bald pate. Despite his pain, his cock was still hard.
Claire bent down, grabbing his shoulders, holding him up. Her nipple swollen and throbbing right before his lips. Claire gasped when his mouth closed down around her entire nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Her pussy quivered, spasming as he suckled her nipple. It took all her willpower to push his head off when what she wanted was to pull him against her breast. She looked down at him, his eyes were closed and he was smacking his lips like he wanted her nipple back. She would have sworn her nipples couldn’t have grown any bigger, but the one he’d just had in his mouth was so engorged, her entire areola was sticking out of her breast. “Sorry,” he groaned.
“Look,” she said holding his shoulders but keeping her breasts clear of his mouth. “What we’re doing is fun and I like feeling naughty, but I’m a married woman and we need to set some ground rules. Okay?”
“I understand,” said Calvin. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Fine. I’ll keep jerking you off if it gives you some pleasure and I’ll take my top off if you like, but no touching. Understand?” He nodded in answer and she continued. “The panty stays on and no kissing. Some things are for Tom only. If you can follow my rules, I’ll keep jerking this big black cock off.” She reached down, wrapping her fingers lightly around his shaft, she ran her hand up and down his cock, caressing it and not stopping while she stared at him.
“Would you do it again, now?” he asked.
“I’ll try, but my arms are still tired.” He spread his legs while she kneeled and moved between them.
“There’s some lubricant in the drawer.” He leaned sideways and opened his drawer. “There’s something I want you to try.”
“Calvin! Don’t ruin this.” She took the lubricant and filled her palm, rubbing it into his shaft.
“This isn’t very different from jerking it off. I want you to use your tits.”
“What?”
“Squeeze my cock between your tits and use them to get it off.”
His cock was slick, black skin glistening in the light. She leaned in, hefting her breasts and engulfing his cock with her bosom. The head reared to her chin. Tom’s penis would have disappeared entirely between her large bosom. The lubricant worked well and she easily hefted her breasts up and down his shaft. “This isn’t so bad,” she said. He still looked weak. “Are you sure you can handle getting off again?”
Calvin looked sad but snorted. “I can get off all night. It’s my bones that hurt and despite the name, there’s no bone in my boner.” He smiled, but it was obvious he was hurting and just putting on a good face for her. “The legs are getting worse and I couldn’t take holding myself up in the shower much longer.”
“I’m sorry. Your arm muscles look great. I wouldn’t have…”
“You’re worth it, Claire. And it’s the bones, not the muscles. I’m going to need to put a bench in the shower and you’re right about the wheelchair. Eventually, I won’t be able to lift weights anymore and my arm muscles will start to atrophy. Luckily, I’m not expected to last long enough to see my arms start looking like my legs.” Claire was still bouncing her tits up and down his shaft even though she looked like she was about to cry. “I’ve accepted it Claire, but you’re helping me out more than you’ll ever know. Hey, all this sad talk isn’t going to get the Big C off again.”
Claire still looked sad, but she faked a smile. “How about some more dirty talk then?” She cupped her hands around the front of her breasts, nipples sticking out between her fingers. “I want your cum, Calvin. Spray your hot seed all over my big tits.” Claire’s fingers squeezed together pinching her nipples. “Mmmh!” she moaned as her nipples sent spasms of pleasure down to her pussy. “I want that big black cock to cum all over my big white titties,” she said seductively, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling in her womb.
“OH GAWD,” groaned Calvin, falling back on the bed, but holding his neck up so he could look down at her. “You’re a fucking natural at this Claire.” His head fell back. He was bucking his hips up through her tits. “You’re built for big black cock.”
“Mmmmh!” she moaned again, squeezing her nipples, and moving her fingers to pull at them. “Mmmmh…aah,” her moan turning to a squeal. His cock head thrusting up through her cleavage was a swollen angry black-purple again. “AAH!” her pussy spasmed as she came. Claire closed her eyes, ready for his orgasm, lowering her mouth to make contact with the head. Calvin’s hot seed filled her mouth again. Claire swallowed, body trembling from her orgasm. His cock withdrew, squirting cum up the canyon of her breasts and splattering her face. His cock thrust up, his semen striking her lower face. Claire licked around her lips lapping his seed up, holding her tongue out and catching another stream of sperm across her tongue. Semen continued erupting from Calvin’s cock, coating the tops of her breasts and flowing down to her hands. She lifted the tops of her hands, keeping her nipples pinched, letting his seed run down to her nipples. Claire finally quit pinching her nipples so that she could rub his semen around them again. Finally, she slid her breasts back and grabbed his cock at the base, stroking it upwards, pleased to see several small geysers of semen erupt from the head. It still wasn’t done cumming. Sperm flowed out of the head, running down the glans and soon the shaft. Some instinct wanted her to lean down and lap the semen off his cock like it was a lollipop, but she suppressed those thoughts.
“Here are some tissues,” said Calvin, grabbing a box off his nightstand and reaching it down to her. She used them to wipe his cock down. “You look good covered in my sperm,” he said, grinning while staring at her tits.
“Shut up,” she griped, smiling back. “All clean,” she said, giving his cock one last wipe down. She was holding it up, still over a foot long, but it had gone floppy. Claire couldn’t help herself and bent down, planting a kiss on top of the head before standing back up, her tongue flickering across her lips.
“You said no kissing.”
“Shut up,” she said, again. Claire crinkled her nose and gathered up the handful of wet, sticky tissues. She dropped them into a nearby wastebasket, noticing that it was quite full of crusty tissues and smelled of sperm. He was full of shit about not having an erection for six months. Claire didn’t say anything.
“I wish you’d work like that the rest of the day,” he said, smugly placing his hands under his head while staring at her nearly nude body, chest, and breasts covered with wet sperm, slowly drying. “But feel free to take a shower. There should be hot water again.”
He was right and she had hot water for her shower. She ran her sudsy hands over her breasts trying to get all the flakes of sperm off her torso. Her pussy spasmed ever time her hands ran across her nipples. They’d always been sensitive, but nothing like they were now and she’d never had an orgasm before just playing with them. Maybe, I’m pregnant, she wondered, but the timing was off so it was unlikely.
Claire dried off and tied a towel around her torso, knot above her breasts. She gathered up her wet bikini and tossed them in his dryer for twenty minutes.
“Girl, you look sexy as hell,” said Calvin, eyes running down her body. He was still laying nude on the covers. His cock hung floppily over one thigh. Her hair was still wet, straight, and hanging down her back. It was darker wet. The towel showed off some cleavage and her legs from midthigh down. “Come lay by me,” he said, tapping the bed beside him.
“Okay,” said Claire, climbing on beside him. “We need to talk anyway.” She laid on her side looking at him. He stayed on his back, but his hands and pillows had him propped up enough to turn his head and look at her.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Yesterday, I was clinically using my hand to give you some relief. Today I’m topless, talking dirty and using my breasts to get you off.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Shut up,” she said, sighing. “It’s fun messing around with you, but don’t get your hopes up about things going any further. I love my husband and we’re trying to start a ******.”
“I understand. You just feel sorry for me.”
“Yes, partially, but also because, well you know?”
He shook his head. “Know what?”
“Because…” She frowned as he looked at her perplexed. “Because you have…” She raised her eyebrows and wiggled them, but he just stared. “Because you cock is so damned big.”
“Oh,” he said, grinning. “You like playing with it?”
“Yes, I suppose at some point, I’ll get used to seeing it, but as long as you let me, I’m happy to help you get off. Just follow my rules. No kissing, no touching, and the panty stays on. Agree, and I’ll jerk you off as much as you want.”
“I’m fine with that if I can break the rules.”
“Calvin!”
“No no, nothing too serious and not really sexual. I just want to admire your beauty.” He turned on his side, wincing a little. He reached his hand out towards the knot on her towel. “May I?” She nodded slowly, his hand grabbing the knot and pulling. The bottom of the towel fell revealing a breast. He took the top of the towel and pulled it up, pushing it back over her other breast. Claire found herself trembling as Calvin lifted more of the towel moving down. “You’re exquisite, Claire,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she whispered back, now laying nude on the towel.
Calvin’s eyes swept down her body. He moved his hand out to her cheek. “May I?” Again, she nodded. He rested his hand on her cheek and ran it down her neck and over her milky white shoulder. It slid down over the swell of her breast. Claire closed her eyes, feeling her nipples swell as his hand caressed her breast, palm sliding over the hardening nipple. He didn’t grope her or pull her nipple. Claire opened her eyes, feeling her pussy flutter when she saw his dark black hand resting on her milky white breast, so sexy and erotic. Calvin moved his hand until her nipple was centered in a half-circle between his thumb and index finger. That was the closest he came to groping her. His hand squeezed slightly, her breast flesh expanding, pushing her nipple out where he cupped it. Calvin sighed longingly, moving his hand down over her rib cage and along her waist until his hand rose along the rise of her hip, ending at her thigh. He moved his hand down, sliding back up, the bottom of his palm just brushing the wisps of her pubic mound. He moved up to her rib cage again. She sucked her stomach in as the palm moved across her belly. “You’re a work of art.” Claire gulped. His admiration bordered on making her uncomfortable. He angled his hand, moving under her navel so that the tips of his fingers began to brush through her pubic hair. “Gorgeous,” he muttered. “Chestnut, like your hair.” His fingertips were nearing her clit when she raised her arm from behind him and stopped him. And further and he would have felt how aroused she was. She lifted his hand off her. Calvin slowly nodded, staring in awe at her pubic mound while he pulled his hand back.
“Thank you,” he said, softly. Claire pulled the towel back up and pulled it over to cover her pubic mound, but left her breasts bare. “I’ll double your pay if your birthday suit becomes your new work uniform?”
“No thanks,” she grinned. He was grinning too. “I’ll stick with my bikini.” He snorted. She looked down. Just admiring her physique or not, his cock had swelled again and risen off his thigh, defying gravity as it bobbed over his waist. “Do women have trouble…”
“Taking it?” he finished. “I don’t think so. I’ve only had two. My fiancé couldn’t. She was small and waifish, flat-chested, and built like a stick. She was nearly in awe of the Big C. At first, she’d only give me a handjob. On my birthday, she reluctantly gave me a blow job, but loved the taste of my seed so much she’d suck me off daily.” Claire nodded, licking her lips, his semen had tasted good. He continued. “We dated for a few months before she finally told me she wanted to try. She took about half. I was ecstatic to finally lose my virginity at 25 and asked her to marry me a month later. She never took more than two thirds and once I got too excited and thrust too hard. It hurt her and we broke up.
“So, women can’t take the entire thing?”
“One night I was bartending on a slow weeknight. There were two women, drinking and celebrating one’s divorce and fiftieth birthday. I gave them free drinks and flirted a little. I think the birthday girl’s friend dared her to have a fling with the little black guy. The one woman suddenly had to go, so the birthday girl came up and sat at the bar, flirting back, and saying she was too ***** to drive home. She asked if I’d call her a taxi, so I said, “You’re a taxi. Don’t worry Mrs. Barnes, I’ll drive you home.” So, I drove her to her house, we parked and…”
“Mrs. Barnes, the English teacher?” Claire’s eyes were wide in disbelief. Mrs. Barnes had been forty when they were in high school. Claire and her friends considered her fat, but the reality was that she was just plump and in all the right places to give her body jiggle. All the male seniors stared at her in a dreamy state when she was teaching. One senior day at the local waterpark, she’d worn a two-piece swimsuit all the guys went gaga over her body even Tom.
Calvin grinned and wagged his eyebrows. “I don’t think Mrs. Barnes was serious about hooking up with me. We made out in my car for a while and she seemed to get into it, even let me feel her tits through her top. She broke off and thanked me for the ride, ready to get out, but I took her hand and placed it on my bulge. I kissed her again, while she was measuring it out with disbelief. I asked if she wanted to see it, so I pulled it out in my car. I think she stared for five minutes before inviting me in. We didn’t even make it to her bedroom, she pushed me down on the couch and was sucking on my dick, totally hungry for it. Seems her ex only had around seven inches and was only half as thick as mine. She stripped in front of me, straddled me and slowly took my cock in inch after black inch. Claire was listening raptly to Calvin’s story. Her mind picturing her buxom teacher slowly riding Calvin’s cock.
“She screamed out her first giant orgasm the second she sank down in my lap. Mrs. Barnes rode me for all she was worth, screaming things in English we never heard her say in class. I gotta say, the first time a woman took my entire cock felt so amazing, I didn’t last long, but she came at least five times and nearly passed out when I came in her. We fucked five times that night. I was thrilled and she turned into a total slut for BBC, win-win. We were fuck buddies for three years, getting together two or three times a week. Then she started dating a guy with a ton of money and got engaged.”
“So, money wins out over huge cock?”
“Not when you can have both,” answered Calvin. “She was hooked on the BBC and her fiancé only had a little five-and-a-half-inch penis. She kept coming back for more, about every two weeks. We fucked the night before her wedding, about once a month thereafter, and it only ended when she moved away. I think hubby got suspicious.”
“Wow!” Claire shook her head, picturing a teacher she’d rather respected getting hooked on Calvin’s big black cock. “That didn’t answer my question though. The skinny one couldn’t quite take it, but the larger woman could. So, it’s 50/50 chance?”
“In my experience anyway. I’d give anything to have sex with another woman before I die to see which way it goes, but as I said, that’s my experience. Clarence had a lot more luck. Another black ****** moved to town and he started dating their ********. She was gorgeous and loved his cock.”
“But she was black? Maybe black women are more equipped to handle a black guy’s cock?”
“Don’t assume all black men are gifted in the cock department, but us Custis men are considered gifted by other gifted black men.” He wiggled his eyebrows again. “Here’s the catch, Clarence’s girlfriend liked to brag on his cock and that made all the girls she bragged to curious. By graduation, he’d fucked the entire cheerleading squad.”
“He told you this?”
“We shared everything. He even got caught with one cheerleader by the vice-principal and got detention for a week. Apparently, the Veep was so shocked by the black boy’s cock, he was telling some other teachers about it in the lounge and was overheard by the guidance counselor, a lovely young newlywed who I guess was unsatisfied by her husband’s little white penis, she locked the door behind Clarence during a meeting and demanded to see it. She got her husband to hire Clarence to do yardwork for them and fucked him all summer long. He never met a woman that couldn’t take his entire cock.”
“Wow,” she said again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I had no idea.”
“Fair is fair, Claire. How many men have you had?”
“Well,” she said, blushing a little. “Yours is only the third cock I’ve ever seen, but I’ve only had two men.”
“You had sex with someone after you broke up with Tom?”
“No, before Tom. I had sex with Jack Johnson.”
“Get the fuck out!”
Claire giggled. “We were neighbors and childhood friends. I decided I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore and trusted him, so we agreed to do the deed. He was more than eager.”
“That scrawny nerd couldn’t have been very big?”
“He wasn’t. Didn’t last very long either. Just enough to break my hymen and we were both so embarrassed we didn’t try again. He was a skinny, a very skinny six inches or so, bigger than Tom, but…”
“But nothing compared to this,” said Calvin, lifting his hard cock so that it was sticking straight up.”
Claire stared at it. “How the fuck is it hard again?”
“I have to correct you on one thing, Claire.”
“What’s that?” She continued staring.
“This is the first cock you’ve ever seen. Jack and Tom barely have penises.”
“You’re right,” she whispered, her eyes traveling up and down his length. His cock seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on her. The same effect it apparently had on Mrs. Barnes.
“Say it,” said Calvin, shaking the base so that his cock moved.
“Yours is the first cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Good. Feel like jerking it off again?”
“Yeah,” she sighed looking at it. She did promise to keep giving him relief provided he followed the rules. “But my arms are tired and I think I’ve done enough for you today. You can take care of it yourself.”
“You don’t mind?” Calvin reached out for the bottle of lube. Claire slid off the bed, knotting the towel again. “Where are you going?” asked Calvin, squirting fluid on the head of his cock.
“I thought I’d make you some dinner,” said Claire pausing on the way to the door.
“Let me look at you.” Calvin rubbed the fluid around the crown of his cock until it was shiny and glistened. He ran his slick hand down the shaft, giving it a slick coating. “Open your towel.”
Claire stared at his hand slowly gliding up and down the length of his cock, her own hands reaching up for the knot and pulling the towel open. It dropped at her feet. The black man on the bed nodded his approval taking her body in standing by his bed. Her white hands looked better on his cock then his black one. Why did I say no? she wondered. Her nipples hardened as she stared at it. His brown eyes were glued to her breasts. You should be the one jerking that big black cock off.
“Play with your tits.”
Claire’s hands rose to cup and lift her double D-cups. She sucked her lower lip in, letting her fingers flicker back and forth over her nipples. “Jerk that big black cock off,” she muttered.
“Good,” said Calvin, nodding his approval, his stroking hand picking up speed. “Keep talking.”
“Does my body make your big black cock hard? Did you like having these big white titties wrapped around your black cock? Mmmmm.” She couldn’t help moaning as she stared at his cock. Her nipples were pulling out her areola again.
“Slide one hand down your belly,” he ordered and she obeyed. Claire released one breast, her hand sliding down her flat tummy, fingers outspread touching the top of her pubic mound. “Finger yourself,” he said, staring at her hand.
Claire gasped at his demand, but her hand lowered. “Aah!” she cried, two fingers plunging into her pussy. Her other hand’s fingers pinched her nipple hard.
“Your wet for me aren’t you, Claire?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, trembling, her pulse quickening.
“My big black cock makes you wet? Say it.”
“Your big black cock makes me wet.” She bent forward, pushing her fingers deeper.
“Cum for me, Claire.” His hand now a blur as he stroked his shaft. “Cum for me and I’ll cum for you.”
“Cum for me,” she whispered, her eyes flickered from his cock to his face and back down to his cock. The head rose above his pumping fist, swelling until it was purplish-black again. “Cum for me,” she moaned, almost begging. Her pussy was quivering all around her fingers.
“F-UHHH-CKKK!” Calvin’s hips rose off the bed, thrusting his cock up through his hand. Cum shot up from the head in one long strand. A second large wad of semen blasted out as his hips came back down on the bed.
“AAAHHH!!!” Claire leaned forward, squatting down into her fingers as she came all over her hand. “CUMMING!” Her own orgasm, squirted out around her hand, splattering the insides of her thighs. She squirted again, staring in awe as jet after jet of white semen squirted from the head of his cock, each wad shooting out a little less far, turning to small geysers of semen, and eventually just bubbling out of his cock head to flow down his shaft to the hand gripping the base. His cock continued to twitch as they stared at each other, the swelling subsided until it began to lean and flop over as it collapsed.
“Wow!” said Claire. She grabbed the towel and used it to wipe her hand and the sides of her thighs. She offered the towel to Calvin, but he shook his head, reaching over to grab the box of tissues. His crotch, cock, stomach, and chest were covered with semen. “Do you always cum that much?”
“Every time,” he snorted. “My balls are filling up already.”
Claire stared down between his weak legs. His scrotum was splayed out on the mattress, one huge ball slightly resting on the other. She had no doubt they were preparing for his next orgasm. “I’ll go make some dinner.”
“Would you mind bringing it to me here? I need to catch my breath.”
“Sure.”
“And Claire, stay like that.”
“I’m not waiting on you nude Calvin,” she scolded, though flattered that he was as enthralled by her body as she was by his huge cock.
She returned less than an hour later, holding a tray with spaghetti and a premade salad she found in his refrigerator. “Dinner,” she said, wondering if he were asleep. His eyes were closed. He was still lying naked on top of the bed. She gave his cock an admiring glance.
Calvin opened his eyes and smiled, looking up and down her body. “Not nude, but just as good.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Claire had put her bikini on. It was nice and warm from the dryer. “Now if you don’t need anything else, I’d like to take off.”
“Yes, take it off.” Calvin grinned, staring hungrily at her bikini. “Seriously, I’m good,” he replied, sticking his fork into a piece of lettuce. “Thank you for today,” he said, sincerely.
“I had fun too, but I think we went overboard, so let’s tone things down just a little, okay?”
“Mmmhmm,” he agreed, turning his attention on his spaghetti.
Claire gathered up her workout clothes and feeling naughty, she decided to drive home in her bikini. She figured, she could speed all she wanted and wouldn’t get a ticket, but she still drove the speed limit. Tom wouldn’t be home just yet either, so she wouldn’t have to explain why she was wearing their honeymoon bikini coming home from her job.
She stripped naked in the laundry room. “Oh shit,” she griped seeing the blood spots in her bikini bottom. She was horny and wanted to get Tom in bed again, but her period was coming. Tom didn’t express any interest in a second night of sex anyway. He was usually only good for one session a week, a far cry from when they were newlyweds and he wanted to do it every night. “Oh well,” she sighed, her husband would be satisfied with the pot roast she had cooking in the slow cooker. She tossed her clothes in the washer.
**********
“Me first,” yelled Claire, leaping out of bed and making for the bathroom before Tom.
“What gives?” he asked.
“I need to change.”
“Oh,” he nodded, knowingly. Tom turned and headed back to bed.
Claire winced as a bad cramp hit her. The trickle had turned to a faucet. She took a quick shower. Her nipples were hard and despite her period, she was still horny. She vaguely recalled waking from a dream where she was on her honeymoon, walking down the beach in her bikini, and holding hands, not with Tom, but with Calvin. His legs were healthy and he was taller than she was. He was bare-chested and clad in a swimsuit. They arrived back at a blanket, Claire removing her bikini while Calvin pulled his shorts down, huge black cock springing out, fully erect. She spread her legs, looking down as the swollen head of his black shaft lined up with her pussy. Tom’s alarm woke her just as Calvin’s cock began to spread her pussy open.
A naughty dream, but it made sense considering she’d worn her honeymoon bikini with the little black man yesterday among the other things that she’d done with him. Claire wrapped a towel around herself, kissing Tom as he passed her heading for the shower. She dropped the towel and pulled her bikini back out of the drawer, placing a pad in the crotch. She pulled on skinny jeans that accentuated her legs and hugged her ass. She wore a red tank top for her top. It showed a band of skin above her jeans and her navel if she raised her arms.
Claire stopped in the kitchen, grabbing a banana for breakfast, and pausing at their calendar. She grabbed a pen, intending to mark when she’d be most fertile. Her cycle was pretty dependable, she’d be her most fertile starting about 13 days after her period ended, “Which puts it…” she mumbled. “SONOFABITCH!”
“Who, me?” asked Tom, hearing her as he came downstairs.
“I was figuring the best time we could get pregnant and it’s right when you’re away at your realtor convention. The night you leave is our best bet.”
“I’ve got an easy solution. Come with me?”
Claire perked up at the thought of getting away, then sighed. “Calvin needs me.”
“What’s more important, starting a ****** or helping The Little C?”
“Big C,” she corrected. “And right now, the answer is Calvin. We can put off getting pregnant a few months, but Calvin doesn’t have many more months left.” Claire looked at Tom. “Sorry.”
“I understand,” he shrugged. He wasn’t as in a hurry to be a *** as she was to be a mom, but he did love the hot unprotected sex.
Claire gave him another kiss and left for work.
**********
Claire spent most of the day, tidying up the kitchen, washing Calvin’s clothes and sheets. He spent most of the day going around shirtless wearing only sweat pants with no briefs. She could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear as she could either see his cock flopping around when he was walking or see the long outline of it when he was seated. He was using the walker constantly now, placing the pressure on his arms as he shuffled around.
Claire was wondering when he would be wanting her to jerk him off, looking up expectantly whenever he called her name. “Claire?” he asked. She looked up wondering if he was ready. “Could you pick up some things at the store for me?”
“Of course,” she responded. He had the list on his phone and texted it to her. “I’ll leave now.”
Claire spent her time in the supermarket wondering if he was mad at her. Maybe he just needed to recoup after blowing three large loads yesterday? Maybe he was mad that she had told him they needed to tone things down? Whatever! She didn’t care anyway.
When she got back to Calvin’s house, she was surprised to see a wheelchair waiting on the front porch and another large package. “What’s in the box?” she asked, letting herself in with the groceries in her arms.
“A bench for my shower,” he told her. “You won’t need to wash me anymore.”
“Oh,” she said, frowning and feeling a little sad for some reason.
“The wheelchair, a friend found in a thrift store.”
The rest of the day was spent handing Calvin the parts for his new shower bench. It was a simple job involving only putting some screws in and Calvin had it done quickly. Claire carried it into his bathroom and set it up so that he’d sit facing the spray and able to reach out for the handles. “I think I’ll try it out tomorrow.”
“Should I wear my bikini in case you need help?”
“I was wondering why you were out of uniform,” he said, running his eyes up and down her body. “Though you do look lovely today.”
“Ha-ha and thank you,” she said, blushing a little.
“I should be fine, but wear it. I need some weeding done and you could get some sun while you work.”
“Sure,” she responded.
“Claire?”
“Yeah?” she asked smiling and anticipating his question. Would you jerk me off? Can you get me off again? Speaking of bikinis, it’s handjob time, strip.
“Let’s try out the wheelchair.”
“Oh,” she replied, a little disappointed. “Sure.”
Calvin had a large property and a long driveway. Claire pushed him down to his mailbox. She found herself leaning over the handles, glancing at his bulge most of the way there and back. “I hate the fact that I need to be pushed, but I do love getting outside. Thanks for pushing me to do this.” He turned and reached out, placing a large black hand on one of hers. He held it there for a half a minute before removing it. “Think we could go for walks in the park or along the brook?”
“Of course. Your chair should fit easily in my car.”
Calvin seemed pretty cheerful, but Claire was feeling bitchy by the time she left, mad at him for not asking her to jerk him again. Not that she wanted to do it, she just wanted him to ask. My period must be making me grouchy, she thought. It was definitely her period as she snapped at Tom multiple times that evening over stupid stuff.
**********
Calvin’s yard didn’t need much work. He paid a landscaper to mow and do upkeep, but some weeds were poking up through the mulch and he’d ordered some flowers to plant around a crepe myrtle. Claire crawled around in the dirt, digging holes and placing the flowers in before covering them back up. Calvin was sitting in the wheelchair giving instructions. He was puffing on a joint while taking pictures of her with a tablet.
Claire felt flattered. She didn’t completely take his advice. She was wearing her bikini but had a pair of cutoff jean shorts covering her bottom. The rest of her was bare, but for the white sneakers covering her feet. She’d worn a tied-up plaid shirt giving her a country girl appearance, but she’d removed the shirt in the heat. “All done,” she said, wiping dirt off her hands and leaning down to wipe her knees off.
“Hold the pose,” he said when she stood back up. Calvin snapped a picture.
“Why are you taking pictures,” she said, placing a hand on her hip and leaning into the camera, instinctively posing for him.
“Cause you’re a perfect subject,” he answered. “You ever done any modeling?”
“Not professionally,” she answered, still posing as he snapped pictures. “I was in an ad at the movies for Martin’s jewelers.” She twirled around, letting her hair fly out to curl around one shoulder.
“I remember that,” he answered. The movie screen showed local ads before the previews started. Claire’s face had been in the ad, one hand on her cheek with a large diamond ring on her finger.
“I also got paid to wear a bikini at the boat show in the convention center one year and though it wasn’t a paying job, I did the…” She held her fist up to her mouth faking a cough for the first word. “Mmmphgerie show for charity at Finn McGee’s’.”
“What was that?”
She lowered her fist, blushing. “The charity lingerie show at Finn McGee’s.” Finn’s was the biggest club in town. Claire and Liz had agreed to do a lingerie fashion show with the club’s cover charge going to charity. That had been ten years ago.
“I know,” he said, grinning. “I went just to see you.”
“Really? I don’t remember seeing you there?”
“I had a hard time seeing through the crowd.” He held the tablet up, centering her on the screen. “Sucks to be short.” He looked up at her. “Unbutton those shorts and pull them open slightly.” Claire did as she was told, looking at him seductively. “Great, now pull them down your hips slightly.” She smiled, enjoying herself, wiggling the jean cutoffs slightly down her hips, her bikini panty appearing. “Now turn around and pull It down off your ass.” Calvin was enjoying himself too. She posed for him in the bikini. She laid down in the green grass, legs up and crossed, as she glanced over at him. She stood back up and did some yoga poses which seemed to delight Calvin to no end. “Now reach up behind your neck and take your top off.” He held the tablet up in anticipation.
Claire smiled, her hands slipping under her hair behind her neck, fingers pinching the string, starting to pull… “Whoa! I’m not posing topless for you,” she said, coming to her senses.
“DAMN!” He lowered the tablet and snapped his fingers. “Bottomless then?”
Claire shook her head, but couldn’t help chuckling. “No, I think I’m done posing.”
“Well, if you’ll help me, I think I’d like to try out the bench and take a shower.” He took a last puff on the joint and stared at the pinched butt between his fingers. “It’s a strange world, Claire. My brother’s in jail for selling this stuff and now my doctor’s prescribing it as a medicinal painkiller.”
“It’s not right.” Claire bent to retrieve her shorts. Her top was tossed over a railing on his front porch. She stayed in her bikini, kicking off her dirty shoes outside his front door. Calvin liked to do things himself when he could. He wheeled himself into the bathroom. Claire followed. “Need any help?”
“No, I should be fine.” He pulled his tee-shirt off over his head. Her eyes flickered down to his impressive physique. “Thanks though.” He sat still, waiting for her to leave.
“You sure you don’t want me to keep an eye on you?”
‘You just want to see my cock again,” he said, pointing a finger at her.
Claire was taken aback, feigning indignation. “Of course not.” Her eyes flickered down to the bulge beneath his sweat pants. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just want to make sure you don’t fall or something.”
“Relax, I’m kidding and if you want my cock, all you have to do is ask.” He turned the chair towards the shower door and locked the wheels. “I just want to do this on my own.”
“I understand. I’ll wait in your bedroom. Yell, if you need me.”
Calvin forced himself out of the chair. She could see the pain in his face, putting pressure down on his legs. It would have been worse if he hadn’t smoked the joint. He leaned in the shower door, one hand pulling the drawstring of his sweats. Her eyes watched the hand. She did want to see his cock again. “There is something you can do for me,” he said, pulling the knot undone. She stared eagerly at the bulge. It seemed more swollen. “Could you massage my legs for me when I’m done?”
Claire nodded, still waiting for him to push his sweats down. Instead, he just motioned with his head toward the connecting door to his bedroom. Claire flushed a little, turning and leaving him alone.
**********
Claire waited patiently, sitting on his bed, legs crossed as she shook one foot. She was a little uncomfortable. It was near the time she should be changing her pad. “I hate this time of the month,” she muttered. She heard the shower stop. Calvin sighed as he sat back down in his wheelchair. She was glad he’d managed on his own, but a part of her wanted him to need her help. Of course, if things went according to plan, she’d be a mother next year and have a baby that needed her all the time.
Claire stood when the bathroom door opened and Calvin wheeled himself in. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his cock was so big she could see the end hanging over the seat of the chair. The towel surprised her as she thought he liked showing his huge cock off. She stepped aside, taking his arm as he stood and spun around sitting on the bed.
He laid down and turned so that he was laying on his stomach, head turned so that he could place his arms under it. “Oil?” she asked, reaching for the bottle on the nightstand.
“Please.”
Claire sat on the bed beneath his feet. They were large feet for such a short man, the pale undersides a stark contrast to his dark black skin. She poured some oil on her hands and started at his ankles. His calves were atrophied and weak, another contrast between his built-up upper body. She massaged them, working her way up. Calvin moaned, enjoying it. He spread his legs slightly. She leaned down, peeking up under the towel, but somehow, he’d gotten his cock up under his stomach. All she saw were the huge balls splayed out on the bedspread.
Her hands rubbed over his knees. She added some more oil, starting on his thighs. Her hands ran up under the towel. She kneaded his upper legs, feeling almost no muscle left in them. Claire withdrew her hands, climbing up on the bed and kneeling behind him. “May I?” she asked, tugging at the towel.
“Be my guest.”
She pulled at the knot and opened the towel. She could clearly see his balls now and his hard ass. His waist was thin expanding out into broad muscular shoulders. “Would you like your back done?”
“Look at it this way Claire,” he mumbled, eyes closed. “Everywhere hurts and everywhere you touch feels better.”
Calvin jerked when she squirted some of the cold oil onto his back. She began working it into his muscles, moving up to straddle his legs while she pushed down hard onto his back, gently massaging his shoulders and neck. He continued moaning. She squirted a little more oil into her palm and moved down his shoulders over his arms. “Wow,” she mumbled.
“What’s that?” he asked, opening his eyes.
“These are some impressive biceps,” she told him. She massaged around his upper arm muscles, kneading her hands down to his wrists before sliding down and lifting her leg off him. “All done.”
“Can you do my knees?” he asked, rolling over.
Claire found herself holding her breath before slowly exhaling when her eyes landed on his cock again. She couldn’t deny her fascination with it. She was completely in awe of the short black man’s giant cock. It was soft, but plump, looking like a foot-long black eel had attached itself to his crotch or one of those black balloons that when inflated could be twisted into animals only she knew from experience that when his balloon inflated it became an unbendable steel rod.
Claire glanced up at Calvin, his arms were behind his head, the biceps she’d touched earlier bulging. Most importantly, his eyes were closed and she could stare at his cock without being embarrassed. She squirted some oil onto her palms and went to work on the front of atrophied legs, working her hands up to his knees. He moaned again as she rubbed his knee caps so she spent a lot of time on them before moving on to his thighs. She stared down at his balls, at the base of his crotch. His cock had slid and was hanging over his stomach. It swelled slightly, rising along his stomach so that it was no longer dangling.
Claire glanced back up to make sure his eyes were still closed. She straddled his legs again, taking the bottle and squirting some oil on his chest. She leaned down, rubbing his upper chest and along his shoulders back to his biceps. She sat back up, sliding up his thighs. Claire had to suppress a giggle when she glanced down thinking it looked like she had a giant black cock sticking out between her legs.
Claire added another squirt of oil between his nipples, letting a pool build up. Her hands moved down his upper chest, encountering his cock. She lifted it to that her left hand could massage his stomach, but her right hand was kneading the plump shaft, feeling it harden in her hand until she could slide her hand up and down the shaft. Her left hand dipped back into the pool of oil, joining her other hand on his now rock-hard shaft. She glanced back up to see if his eyes were open. They were and he was looking at her. “No,” he said.
“What?” she asked, startled. “Why?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“May I jerk it off?”
“Jerk what off?”
“May I jerk your big black cock off, Calvin?”
“It’s all yours, Claire.”
It’s all mine, she thought. All mine. Mine. Her hands kneaded over every square millimeter of skin, making sure his shaft was completely coated in oil. Now it looked like she had a hard-black cock sticking out of her crotch, she thought, looking down as her hands began to jerk her cock off.
“One more thing, Claire.”
“What?” She glanced at him alarmed that he might make her stop. He waved her forward with his hand. She leaned down. No kissing, she thought, licking her lips to wet them for him. His hand came up and ran through her hair. It moved through her hair, down her neck, pulling the string holding her bikini top. She smiled, sitting back up as the cups fell off her breasts. She wasn’t surprised to see nipples were swollen and pulling her areolae off the smooth white surface of her breasts. She reached behind her and untied the knot behind her back, tossing the bikini top aside as she placed both hands back on his cock.
“I like seeing you there,” he said. “It looks like we’re fucking.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, shuddering, looking down at his black body as her hands moved rapidly up and down his shaft. It looks like I’m fucking him, riding his big black cock. Her hands moved faster, feeling every ridge and bump, the protruding blue-black veins crisscrossing the shaft. She slid her crotch forward, pressing it hard into the base of the shaft she was jerking off. She stared in his eyes as she slowly humped his shaft like a wanton slut. He stared back, arrogantly, knowing his cock had a power over her.
“Pull it up against you,” he ordered.
Claire pulled his shaft up against her nearly nude body, the tip disappearing between the folds of her large bosom. She glanced down her cleavage at the fat head staring back at her with its single eye. Her hands weren’t stroking it anymore, they were caressing down it lovingly.
“That’s how deep it would be,” said Calvin.
“I couldn’t take it,” she whispered.
“You could and you’d love every inch of it. That big black cock would take you places Tom’s little white penis could never take you.”
“Oh god,” she moaned, pushing it away so that she could stroke it faster. “Why don’t you cum? Do I suck at this?” She jerked his shaft as fast as she could.
“You haven’t tried sucking it,” said Calvin, bucking his hips slightly, sliding it through her hands. “And you’re amazing. The Custis boys got stamina is all. I gave Mrs. Barnes a forty-minute slow fuck one night. The final ten minutes she was begging me to seed her white pussy.”
“Oh god,” cried Claire again, humping the base of his cock faster as she jerked him off. “Can’t believe Mrs. Barnes said that.”
Calvin laughed. “She had a filthy mouth. She probably came ten times during that slow fuck, but wanted the big one.”
“The big one?”
“The really big orgasm you have when I fill your womb up with my seed.” He was breathing heavily now. Claire was humping his cock, staring at him in awe. “She had so many big ones that night she begged me to fuck her ass just to give her pussy a break.”
“You’re pulling my leg,” she gasped, still doubtful a vagina could handle such a huge cock, and knowing an ass couldn’t handle it. Still, Calvin’s talking about it was such a turn on, she was going to cum. His cock was swelling and turning darker. She was still jerking her hands out along his shaft like it was her own. She stared down the thick length, the bulbous head centered over Calvin’s face.
“Fuck Claire,” he groaned. “Pull it up. Pull it up, NOW.”
She pulled back on his shaft, aiming it away from him and pulling it straight up. His cock shuddered violently. Her own orgasm broke making her cry out as she watched the fountain of semen erupt before her eyes, closing them quickly just as it splattered her face, a lot landing in her mouth. Her face was splattered with his hot seed again, more landing in her mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. Large wads landed on the tops of her breasts. Claire jerked more sperm from his cock, running the head around on her hard nipples. Her tongue flickered out, licking the cum from around her lips.
“Tastes better straight from the source,” he moaned, still bucking his cock up through her hands.
Claire groaned. She opened her eyes and looked down at his cock, semen was dribbling up out of his cock head and she had a strong urge to slide back and suck it straight from the source. She suppressed the urge, but the sperm leaking from the head was tempting. She stared at it, squeezing his cock tightly and stroking upwards. “I think I had the big one,” she said, smiling. The sperm pouring from the head covered the top of her hand. She brought it to her mouth and licked it off while staring at him. Not straight from the source, but close enough. Why’d his semen taste so good?
“Nope, not the big one,” sighed Calvin, his cock starting to lose its steel. “Rub my seed into your tits.”
Claire glanced down at the semen covering her breasts. The tip of her nipple had a large drop forming on the head. A lot had shot up between her breasts. His cock fell like a log on his stomach when she released it. That hand joined her other hand rubbing his sperm into her breasts. She found Tom’s runny semen messy and disgusting, but she loved everything about Calvin’s seed. Claire moaned then whimpered when the tips of her fingers rubbed his rich seed into her nipples. Her pussy pressed down hard on his cock again. Rubbing her sensitive nipples felt really good. Another orgasm was growing, coming fast. Her forefinger and thumb squeezed her hard nipples, pulling them out. She pinched down hard. “AAAAHHHH!” she cried out, nearly screaming and humping his cock. Claire came down from the orgasm, falling forwards, her hands on his chest holding her up. She breathed heavily. “That,” she gasped. “That was the big one.”
“Nope.”
He couldn’t see her roll her eyes from her long brown hair hanging down over her face. It was certainly bigger than anything Tom had ever given her. She caught her breath after a bit, pushing herself back erect. “Care if I take a shower?”
“Yes. I want you to walk around like that the rest of the day.”
This time she rolled her eyes so he could see it. “I need to change.” She raised her eyebrows and he nodded knowingly. The two large orgasms had so soaked her bikini bottom she couldn’t tell if it was her period or orgasm soaking her pad. Probably both, she thought.
“Guess that means you aren’t pregnant,” he stated.
“No, and Tom will be out of town at a stupid real estate conference during the fertile part of my cycle. I could go with him, but I figured you would need me.” She looked at him expectantly.
“Sorry, I will need you when you’re fertile, but I understand if you choose to go away with your husband.”
“No, that’s okay. There’s always next month.” Claire climbed off, stumbling a little as she caught her footing. She untied her panty in the bathroom. She tossed the messy pad in Calvin’s wastebasket. It was lined with a plastic bag and she buried the pad under some tissues before stepping in his shower.
She pushed the bench back and stepped under the spray washing the semen off her breasts. It was mostly dried flakes now. She squirted some body wash into her palm and lathered her breasts up. The viscous white fluid reminded her of Calvin’s pudding-like semen. She watched her nipples rise out as she pictured herself rubbing the black man’s seed into her breasts again. She arched her back and hefted her tits under the hot water, rinsing the lather off. She stepped back, spreading her thighs and cleaning between her legs before spinning around and letting the water run down her back and the crack of her ass. “AH!” she gasped in surprise. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair watching her. He was shirtless but wearing sweat pants.
The black man shook his head. “Claire, you are a work of art,” he said.
She turned the water off and gave him a fake glare. “Hand me a towel?”
He reached out and took a towel off the rack, handing it to her. She dried herself off in front of him. “Double your pay if you stay like that the rest of the day.”
“I can’t, remember?”
“I know,” he said, watching her wrap the towel around her exquisite body. “One last look?”
“Huh?”
“Flash me.”
Claire smiled and pulled the towel open, letting him look longingly at her body. His cock began straining at his sweat pants. She pulled the towel around her and tied it between her breasts. He sighed. “I’ll go start dinner,” she said.
“I’m going to clean up a bit.”
Claire glanced back as she left the restroom. Calvin was leaning against the wall and his cock was sticking straight out again just as it had the first time, she’d seen it. Speaking of works of art, she thought. She glanced up at his face, wanting to rush over to his aid at his pained expression. The marijuana must have worn off. Standing was paining him more than ever. Reluctantly, she turned and left, knowing he liked to do most things on his own.
Calvin was delighted to see that though she wasn’t working naked, she had only put her bikini panty back on and was frying up pork chops for him in the kitchen topless. He watched her serve him and he watched her take his plate when he was finished. “You know something Claire?” he asked, watching her wash and rinse his plate. She turned and looked at him. “I’m starting to think I died already.”
“What? Don’t say that,” she said, looking concerned.
“Seriously, a topless beautiful woman cooking me dinner is pretty close to my idea of heaven.” He rolled back from the table and turned his chair towards her.
“You’re sweet, but heaven would be a lot better than this.” She nodded towards his legs.
“You’re right. If this were heaven, you’d be nude and willing to suck my cock.”
“Calvin!” She shook her head but smiled.
“Come here, sexy.”
Claire was drying her hands. “Why?”
“Come here and give me a kiss.”
Claire found herself walking towards him. “No kissing, remember?” Still, she stepped up to the chair and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Calvin reached around and rubbed the back of her thighs, moving his hands up to her bikini panty. “Mmm,” she moaned, his hands feeling good.
Calvin leaned in and up, his lips kissing the tip of one of her hard nipples. “May I at least give your nipples a kiss?” His hands were rubbing her back.
“Mmm,” she continued moaning. “I guess that’s okay,” she said, expecting him to plant another kiss on her nipple. Instead, Claire gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and began suckling on it, tongue flickering over the hard knob. “Calvin?” she gasped, heart rate increasing. His mouth moved to her other nipple. Soon it was throbbing and sending spasms of lust down to her pussy. His hand came up to knead and pinch her other nipple, his other hand moved to the front of her thigh, over her pubic mound, and soon a finger was pressing against her slit, pushing the bottom of her panty into her. Claire pushed down into his finger several times, whimpering as it pushed deeper. Claire came to her senses and stepped back, erect nipple springing out of his mouth. “Whoo, okay, I uh…” She was panting and aroused, reaching down to adjust her panty. “I uh, think I should get going. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” said Calvin, his cock making a huge tent in his sweats. He saw her glancing at it, lustfully. She was aroused, cheeks blushing, even the tops of her breasts were flushed. “Thanks, see you Monday.”
“Yes, Monday,” she said, grabbing her keys off the table and heading for his door.
“Claire, you might want to put your clothes on,” he said.
“Oh!” She blushed redder. “Of course.”
“Damn that’s hot,” said Calvin, watching her dress. She didn’t bother putting her bikini top back on. She just pulled on the plaid shirt and tied it up to show off her belly. The top hugged her breasts, teasing the observer with hints of her nipples. “You are one sexy woman.”
“Thanks,” she replied, heading back for the door. She paused, turned, and looked at him watching her. Claire turned and marched back to the little black man in the wheelchair. She bent and kissed him on the forehead. “See you Monday.”
Claire was confused and feeling guilty while driving home. It was her period that made her come to her senses. If it weren’t for that, she might have let him finger her.
*********
Claire felt something pushing against her back. She reached behind her and swatted it away. She was busy, her bare feet pressing into the soft white cloud. Calvin was sitting in his wheelchair, floating on another cloud. Her cloud made brief contact with his and she stepped over, approaching him. He was nude, holding the base of his hard cock. Claire’s wings spread out as she kneeled before him and took the head of his cock in her mouth, a moan forming in her throat as she sucked the end of his cock. Calvin grabbed the nude angel’s halo pulling it down and up, making her suck his cock faster.
The little annoyance pushed into her back again.
“What?” she grunted, reaching behind to swat it again, her hand closing on Tom’s hard penis. She reluctantly woke from her dream.
His hand was on the hem of her panty. He sighed. “Just checking to see if you were still on your period.” They usually slept nude, but she wore a panty during her cycle. “Just woke up with a big stiffy.”
Big? Seriously, he thought it was big? Her hand hadn’t left his little penis. She was horny too. Her period hadn’t stopped them from having sex when they were dating and he wore a condom. Claire turned to face him. “Shh,” she said, sitting up.
“What?” he asked, as her hand pushed down on his chest so that he rolled over on his back.
“Shh,” she said again, kissing him. She broke the kiss, moving her lips to his stubble, then his neck, chest, and stomach.
“Oh my,” he said, surprised when he realized where this was headed.
Tom’s body was soft compared to Calvin’s. She was grateful it was dark and he couldn’t see her look of distaste when her hand closed around his penis, nearly engulfing it in its entirety. She raised it and let her tongue slide around the grape-sized head. Tom moaned. She took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue curl around it. He whimpered almost pathetically as she began bobbing her head. This certainly wasn’t difficult. She sucked up, held her breath, and went down, her lips pushing into his pubes. “Unh,” he grunted. Claire sucked up to the head and down again. “Unh Claire?” She sucked back up and down to the base. “Claire!” Up, tongue twirling around the head and down. “CLAIRE!” His hips bucked up, a splatter of semen striking her uvula. Seriously? She thought, sucking back up and regretting it the second a few drops of runny semen shot across her taste buds.
“Ugh!” she said, sitting up quickly and spitting his semen into her palm.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “It’s been a while.”
“Your thirtieth birthday,” she said, sliding off the bed. She couldn’t get the taste out of her mouth and hurried to the bathroom. She flipped on the light and turned the faucet on and let the water run over the little pool of watery semen in her palm. It certainly didn’t look like something that could get her pregnant. Claire brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash.
“Wow,” said Tom. “What brought that on?”
“Well, you were horny and I couldn’t take care of you.”
“Then maybe…”
“No, don’t expect me to do that for you again anytime soon,” she sighed, slipping back into bed. She turned away from him. Her husband wrapped his arm around her and snuggled up into her. “Plus, and you’re not going to want to hear this.”
“Uh oh,” he whispered in her ear.
“I think we should hold off on sex for a while.”
“What?”
“Just until you leave on your trip. I think the best chance we have of getting pregnant is if you build up your semen.”
“Hmm, maybe, but two weeks?”
“It’ll be hard on me to, honey, and keep in mind that means no playing with it either.”
“I don’t play with it anymore.”
Claire snorted and closed her eyes.
**********
“CALVIN! Don’t hurt yourself.” Claire stared at him concerned. His teeth were gritted and sweat poured off his forehead.
“250,” said the uni-browed trainer.
“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head in denial. “I can do better.”
“Sorry, bro,” grunted the trainer. He looked over at Claire. “You wanna give it a try?” His eyes swept down her body, well displayed in the two-piece workout outfit.
“No, thanks,” she said, helping Calvin sit up on the bench.
“It can’t be that bad,” he said, staring off into space.
“It can’t be that bad, he said again, staring out the windshield as she drove him home. He’d stayed mostly silent since leaving the gym.
Calvin got worse news when he got home. There was a message from the doctor waiting for him. His recent blood work showed he was suffering from Anemia and the office had called in a new prescription for him. “Great,” said Calvin, sarcastically. He laughed, then sobbed, holding his hand over his face for a minute until getting his emotions under control.
“I’m sorry, Calvin,” she said.
He sighed. “I need a shower.” He turned his wheelchair towards the bathroom.
“Do you want me in there?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” He’d been having some dizziness standing and she worried he might fall.
“I can make it to the bench just fine,” he replied, wheeling away. “Maybe another leg massage when I’m done?”
“Of course.”
“My joints hurt and they’re swollen.”
“I’ll wait in your bedroom.”
Claire didn’t give stripping down to her bikini panty a second thought. She was laying on his bed mostly naked when he wheeled into his room. He paused at the door, enjoying the sight before wheeling up to his bed. Claire sat up and helped him up. The towel he had around his waist fell to the floor leaving him naked, his cock swinging freely. Calvin sat down and laid on his back.
Claire kneeled between his legs. His knees were swollen, a symptom of anemia. She started with one leg, lifting it and rubbing the bottoms of his calves, moving up to the knee. He laid stoically, staring up at the ceiling and not at her. His eyes grew heavy as she massaged the soreness away telling her she was doing a good job. She sat his leg down and started on the next. As she worked her way up off the knee, his cock was lying across his thigh, she sat his leg down and lifted his cock up so that she could rub up his thigh. The hand holding his cock began tugging on it, kneading and sliding along the shaft as it began swelling. It hardened quickly and she didn’t release it. She moved her second hand up to the shaft.
“Stop Claire.”
She froze. “What? Why?” She didn’t release it.
“You didn’t ask.” He continued refusing to look at her, staring at the ceiling.
Claire sighed and smiled. “May I jerk your cock off, Calvin?”
“No.”
“What?” she asked, totally shocked.
“I’m not in the mood for just another hand job.”
She looked down at the rock-hard black cock in her hand. It didn’t agree with him. “I understand,” she said, bending down and pulling his shaft toward her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the tip as her mouth opened wide, taking the head inside her. She moaned with lust for it as she slurped on his cock head. This was certainly a lot more challenging then sucking Tom’s penis. Claire bobbed her head, lips sliding over the crown and kissing down his shaft.
“Stop Claire,” said Calvin even as his hips were bucking up trying to push his cock deeper down her throat.
Claire pulled her head up, staring up his hard chest at him. He was looking down at her now. She met his eyes, giving the tip of his cock a kiss before removing her mouth. “Am I that bad?”
“No, you’re doing great,” he said, filling her with relief. “But you didn’t ask.”
“Oh! Sorry. May I suck your cock, Calvin?” She stared at him seductively, licking her lips.
“What kind of cock is it?”
“May I suck your big black cock, Calvin?” He nodded, finally smiling. She continued staring him in the eyes as she kissed his cock head a second time and embraced the head with her mouth. She let her tongue twirl around the glans. Calvin moaned. Claire began bobbing her head over his cock, eyes going from staring up at Calvin, to staring down the length of fat black shaft projecting out of her mouth. It was a long way to his pubes.
The tip of his cock pushed past her uvula then almost exited her mouth then it was beyond her uvula. With each successive bob of her head, the end of his cock went deeper down her throat. She was long past the point Tom’s penis could have reached plus Calvin stretched her throat out a lot more than Tom’s slim penis. Still, the extra size wasn’t going to deter her from doing this cock justice. Saliva was pouring down his shaft. She pulled up adding her hands to his shaft, rubbing her spit down his shaft. She jerked him off while licking around the crown, took him back in her mouth and bobbed her head over half his shaft while jerking off the remainder. Strangely, she found she was enjoying herself. He was certainly enjoying it. The only bright spot on a shitty day. Calvin’s hips were rotating pushing his cock up slightly, but not enough to cause her discomfort. He groaned. She looked up; his eyes were rolled up in his head. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly. His cock expanded to the point she feared it might wedge in her throat, but still, it slid easily in and out of her throat. He bucked, thrusting his cock deeper than it had gone and she felt it shudder. His first wad shot down her esophagus and into her stomach. Claire pulled back up, jerking his shaft off, his second wad slid down her throat. The head exited into her mouth which quickly filled with semen to the point her cheeks bulged out. She gulped his thick semen down, relishing the taste of a real man’s seed, hot, thick, and delicious.
He came faster than she could swallow, the excess semen dribbling down her chin. Her mouth filled quickly, cheeks bulging out, another wad coming on top of that just as she was swallowing. It was too quick and Claire was forced to remove his cock head from her mouth, the final wads of semen striking her chest and tits.
Claire sat up, licking her lips looking down Calvin’s sexy torso at the black man. He looked smug and satisfied, watching her absentmindedly rubbing his semen into her hard nipples. “You were right,” she said, breathing heavily. “It is better straight from the source.” Claire moved to get off the bed and get cleaned up.
“Where are you going?”
“To clean up.”
“You didn’t thank me.”
“I didn’t…” Claire paused, surprised. She’d just sucked his cock off. He should be thanking her. Yet, sucking such a cock had been her privilege, and swallowing his seed was an honor. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.”
“You’re welcome.”
She nodded, smiling almost shyly at him. “I… I liked it. I’ll do it again if you let me.”
“You can give me another one before you leave today. Right now, I need you to go get a prescription for me.”
“Of course,” she said, getting off the bed.
Calvin glanced over at her. “Oh, and Claire, I expect you to be able to deep throat it by the end of the week.”
Claire gulped, her eyes flickering down to his swollen but floppy cock laying across his thigh. “I’ll try my best.” She paused, still staring at it. Swallowing that thing whole looked like an impossible challenge, but Claire was an overachiever. She’d worked hard to be a straight-A student. She’d put everything into her business and been devastated when it failed. She wouldn’t fail at this. If it made Calvin happy, she’d deep throat that big black cock. “No, I meant I will deep throat it for you.”
“Good,” he replied as she gathered her clothes and left the room.
Claire ran some errands for him and picked up his new prescription. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock the whole time. Here she was a married woman and she’d just given a blow job to her husband’s biggest rival and a black man at that. What she found strange was that she didn’t feel the least bit guilty doing it. Sucking Calvin’s black cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. His cock was a challenge, but the reward of gulping down his thick seed made it worth it. How could she swallow the thing in its entirety? Try to relax your throat, girl. Breathe through your nose. Take a deep breath when you go down on it. Had Mrs. Barnes been able to deep throat it? There was also a certain trait that few people had that Claire possessed that just might make it easier on her. She went through a drive-thru and picked up lunch. As she returned to Calvin’s her confidence was growing.
“Now that’s how I like my lunch served to me,” said Calvin, wheeling himself out of his bedroom.
“What?” she asked, confused as she handed him a tray with his lunch on it. She glanced down and blushed. She stripped down to her panty again without a second thought.
“Eager to get your mouth back on my cock?”
“I do love a challenge.”
They ate, talking about high school, and some of the stupid things their friends had done. They talked about some of the games they both remembered and Calvin commented on how he played harder knowing Claire was in the squad cheering him on. “You looked hot in that uniform.”
“Thanks,” she replied, blushing. She looked down at the coiled-up cock making his sweat pants bulge out. Calvin hadn’t put a shirt on. She admired his physique while they ate. If she got on all fours and pulled his cock down…?
The rest of the afternoon, Claire served as Calvin’s nearly nude maid. She vacuumed, tidied up, and did his laundry. Her black employer wheeled himself up to the TV and played video games, occasionally staring at her when she worked near him. Near the end of her day, her body distracted him and he died in the game, shutting his console down. “May I suck your cock again before I make you dinner?” she asked.
“Sounds like a great idea,” he answered. “Bedroom?”
“No,” she replied. “Right here.” Claire kneeled before the chair. Calvin used his arms to lift himself off the seat so that she could pull his sweats down. Her mouth watered when his cock appeared, already swelling up in anticipation. Calvin scooted forward so that his balls hung over the seat. She flipped the footrests up and pushed them away. Calvin spread his legs and she kneeled between them.
Claire started slow. She bent his cock down, kissed the tip, and began to lick around the crown. She moved her tongue down the shaft, even planting a kiss on his scrotum before licking her way back up to the head. She relaxed her jaw and took the head in her mouth, starting with slow bobs, breathing through her nose, and relaxing her throat. Soon, she was sucking on half and then a little more, further then she’d gone the first time. Claire withdrew, slowly stroking his shaft while she walked back on her knees. She stared up at him and he watched her back as she bent his cock as far down as it would go. She held it in place with her mouth as she got on all fours. His cock was perfectly lined up with her mouth and throat.
Claire rocked on her knees and arms, sucking forwards, letting his cock probe deep down her throat. It was easier than she thought. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft, watching her nose slowly approaching his pubes. She had to withdraw once, licking around his cock head while catching her breath before proceeding again. This time his pubic hair tickled the tip of her nose. She pulled back, raised her head, and pushed forward. Her lips pressed into his pubic mound. She rocked back and forwards, kissing his pubes again and again. Half his cock stayed down her throat and the bottom half was getting sucked. His hand rested on her head, stroking her hair. The grip tightened and his hips lifted.
Claire felt his cock jerk and suddenly her belly was full. She rocked back, slowly sitting up as his cock pumped load after load down her throat. The head exited her throat, her mouth rapidly filled with his delicious seed. She gulped it down, making room for more, some spilling down her chin. In the end, she found herself jerking his shaft off with her tongue out to catch the last few spurts. She snorted, giggling. Calvin raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “I’m so glad I took this job,” she said happily, licking around his cock head again. It was as swollen as it got, the tip a smooth black surface except for the long pee slit.
“I’m glad too,” he sighed wistfully.
“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Calvin.” She was still stroking it, reluctant to let it go.
“No, thank you. That was the best blow job I ever had. You took it all and you didn’t choke!”
Claire smiled and sat up. She absentmindedly ran his shaft over her breasts, letting the head rub her aching nipples. “I don’t have a gag reflex. I can snorkel, hold dental x-rays in my mouth, nothing makes me gag.”
“You’re the perfect woman, Claire,” he said, deeply satisfied, watching his cock slowly wilt as she rubbed it over her breasts. “I swear your body was built to handle black cock.”
“Thank you,” she said, accepting it as a compliment.
**********
“You feeling okay, dear?” asked Tom between shoveling pieces of pork chop into his mouth.
“I feel great,” she said, absentmindedly, staring at her plate. “Why?”
“Well, you haven’t touched your plate and your cheeks look puffy.”
“Oh!” She sucked her cheeks in for a moment. “Allergies maybe and I had a large lunch.”
“May I?” He pointed at her plate, grinning as she pushed it over to him.
Later, in bed, Tom reached over and felt her ass. He whimpered finding she was still wearing her panty. “My period’s almost over,” she said, yawning. “And besides, we’re building your swimmers up for next week.”
“Yes, dear,” he lied. Tom had jerked off that morning in the shower.
**********
Claire arrived at Calvin’s early Tuesday. He rolled out of his bedroom, nose in the air to the smell of frying bacon. “You’re out of uniform, missy,” he grunted rolling up to the table.
Claire had fought an impulse to strip the moment she’d walked in the door. She’d never agreed to work in her bikini or topless, but was finding she ended up that way most days. “This outfit’s just fine, Mister.”
“That’s cause you’re fine, gurl” he answered, making her blush. She did look fine. She was wearing short shorts that left her long lithe legs bare and a tight crop top that showed off her navel. Her bikini strap was visible sticking out of one sleeve. “Let me take a picture?”
“Sure,” she said, shrugging. “Why do you like taking so many pictures of me?”
“Show you later.”
Claire served him a plate of bacon and eggs which he ate with relish. Calvin was wearing his usual home attire of sweat pants and nothing else. She tidied up the kitchen, glancing at his pants from time to time. After breakfast, she was hoping he’d ask for a blow job, but instead, he had a grocery list for her. She left and did his shopping.
Calvin was in his chair on the front porch when she got back to his house. A man was finishing up installing a wheelchair ramp on his steps. “Mailman’s been. Feel like wheeling me down to the mailbox?” he asked her as he paid the handyman whose attention was focused solely on checking Claire out.
“Sure,” she said. “Let me put your groceries away.”
“You need a handyman, miss?” asked the worker.
“No thanks, my husband takes care of things around the house.” She did accept a business card and declined his offer to help her carry the groceries into the house.
After putting the groceries away, Claire pushed Calvin down to the mailbox. She enjoyed the walk, her eyes mostly focused on the tubular bulge under his sweat pants. He pulled his mail out of the box and she wheeled him back, up the new ramp and into the house. “Couch, please,” he said. She wheeled him over and he winced as he lifted himself and swung over onto the couch. Claire moved the wheelchair out of the way and sat down in the chair across from him. “Wanna play?” he asked, picking up a game controller.
“No, thanks.” She crossed her legs, watching him play, but mostly staring hungrily at his crotch.
He played a shooter game online for around an hour. His screen name was “Big C”. His online friends all knew him. “You like watchin’ me play, Claire?”
She looked up from his crotch. “I don’t mind. Why? You have a chore you need done?”
“You haven’t been watchin’ the screen.” He had just died and signed off the game. “You been starin at my junk.” He turned his attention on her. Claire’s cheeks turned red. The tube under his sweats swelled. “If you want it, all you have to do is ask.” His eye twitched strangely and he had a harsh look on his face.
“May I suck your cock, Calvin?”
“Be my guest,” he said, smiling and lifting his hips as she fell to her knees between his legs and pulled his sweats off. His cock flew up, filling rapidly. Claire caught the head with her mouth, moaning as her lips engulfed it. Her hands pulled his sweat pants down and off his ankles. She sucked it hungrily, she’d been thinking about this all day. Calvin leaned back and sighed. “That’s my good little cocksucker.”
Claire had about half down her throat, she came up, grabbing the shaft, removing her mouth. “Be nice.”
“How so? What’s that in your hand?”
“It’s your cock,” she answered, stroking it.
“And what are you doing with your mouth?” He grinned down at her.
“Sucking it.” Claire rolled her eyes.
“And that makes you?”
“A cocksucker.” Claire leaned forward and started sucking his cock again.
“You’re a born cocksucker, Claire,” he groaned. “I’ve never seen anyone take to it as you have.” She moaned deep in her throat, bobbing her head along his shaft. “Deep throat that black cock, cocksucker,” he growled. She whimpered back in her throat, sitting up and pulling his cock down, so she could push forwards. “That’s it, cocksucker. Suck that black cock deep, slut.” The whimpering in her throat didn’t stop. She took his cock deep, kissing his pubes. The angle wasn’t as good as yesterday, but she was trying harder, growing used to it. Her pussy was gushing. His big strong hands were on her head, helping guide her. Claire’s pussy was gushing with lust. His hands pushed her head back. “Enough.”
“Wh-what?” she asked, shocked. Her eyes were following the hypnotic bobbing of the end of his cock.”
“Stand up,” he ordered. She sat back and pushed herself up, still staring down at his cock. He was holding it, slowly stroking the shaft, watching her. “You're out of uniform. Strip for me.”
She kept her eyes on the prize, pulling her shirt off over her head and throwing it down. Calvin’s hand slid up and down, slowly jerking his shaft, watching her unbutton and unzip her shorts. She wiggled them down over her hips, pushing them down her thighs until the slid down her legs. She stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes. Claire stood before him in her tiny bikini, she began to kneel, eager to get his cock back in her mouth.
“Top to,” he told her.
She licked her lips, reaching for the strings holding her bikini top and pulling them loose. Her cups fell off her breasts, the top falling to the floor.
“Back to work, cocksucker.”
Claire fell to her knees. He pushed his cock down towards her mouth. She took it from him and started sucking it again. Her pussy was soaking her bikini bottom and her nipples were hard pointed nubs, throbbing with lust. Calvin may have been short and dying of cancer, but his dominant demeanor was triggering some secret desire she held to submit to a real man, a desire her husband had never triggered.
“Suck that black cock, slut,” he groaned. Her pussy squirted the second he called her a slut. She engulfed his cock, sucking harder and faster. It wasn’t as easy deepthroating him in this position, but she did it, taking his entire cock even longer then she had yesterday. It swelled, threatening to lodge in her throat. “Here comes my nut, cocksucker,” he growled, bucking his hips so that his pubes bumped her nose. His cock trembled, lodged down her throat, and suddenly, her belly was full. She pulled back quickly, needing to taste him, groaning with pleasure as his seed filled her mouth, gulping it down so that the next load could fill her mouth and the next load. So good!
Claire pulled her mouth off the head, sitting up and jerking his shaft, letting two more loads splatter over her tits. “Hmmm,” she moaned, “So much cum for me.” She kept jerking it off. Semen no longer shot from the swollen head, but it continued to spurt little jets of white seed. She used the ends of his cock to rub his seed over her hard nipples. “Am I a good cocksucker?” she asked.
“The best,” he sighed, laying back on the couch and resting his head, a satisfied smile on his face, but his eye was twitching, making his head jerk slightly.
Claire showered and spent the rest of the day, cleaning up and fixing him dinner. She didn’t put her clothes back on until she left for the day. She wanted to suck his cock again before leaving, but it had been late in the afternoon when she’d sucked it the first time and he seemed satisfied. Maybe, if she’d asked, but she was too embarrassed and didn’t want to look like she was begging.
**********
Claire picked Calvin up early the next day for a doctor’s appointment. The nurse wheeled Calvin out into the lobby. He looked dejected, staring off into space, and she wondered if he’d been given a sedative. “Bad news?” she asked.
“I don’t get good news from doctors anymore,” he mumbled.
“Do you want to skip the gym?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”
Claire hadn’t worn her workout clothes. She wore a summer dress, white with roses, that looked lovely on her. Flipflops were on her feet, making a clicking sound as she walked. The unibrow trainer checked her out, clearly liking what he saw, as did every male working out. Nothing she wasn’t used to.
“AAAGGHHHH!!” Calvin cried through gritted teeth holding the weights above his head.
“Hold on. Don’t hurt yourself,” said Unibrow, grabbing the bar and putting it down.
Calvin was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He stared at the ceiling in disbelief. His strong muscular arms were shaking. Claire thought for a moment that he might cry, her eyes were watery, but no tears rolled down his cheeks.
Claire looked at the weights. “180! That’s good.”
Unibrow shook his head at her out of Calvin’s sight. “FUCK!” spat Calvin, clearly pissed. “Fuck no, that’s not good.” He held his hand out and Unibrow grabbed his arm, pulling Calvin up.
“Is still good, little buddy,” said Unibrow.
Claire wheeled the chair up the bench. The trainer helped Calvin up and swung him over to the seat. “Is not good,” whispered Calvin.
“You do better next time.” The burly trainer patted Calvin on the shoulder.
“No,” said Calvin, shaking his head. “I can’t take the pain anymore. A fifty-pound weight hurts. There’s no point anyway. Razmik,” said Calvin holding out his hand. Unibrow grasped it and they shook. “Thanks for everything. I’m done with the gym.”
“Sorry to see you go, little buddy.”
Calvin turned to Claire. “Let’s go.”
Claire took the handles and wheeled him towards the exit.
Razmik walked with them to the door. “Sorry to see you go too, honey.” He turned his attention to Claire. “I’m here seven days a week if you change your mind about training with me.”
“I’ll ask for you if I change my mind,” said Claire, with a wry smile. Her nipples were popping out from the hairy man’s attention.
“I give you the Armenian workout. Work you so hard, you won’t walk straight for a week.”
“Thank you,” she responded, her pussy fluttering. Ugly and hairy, but the trainer was big, masculine, and the bulge beneath his workout shorts was as impressive as Calvin’s. Her mind pictured her falling to her knees and pulling his shorts down, a massive hairy cock smacking her in the face. Her arousal was growing. She seemed to get horny every other period, building up to her ovulating. She’d be begging for cock… Tom’s penis next week.
They went through a drive-thru and got some roast beef sandwiches for lunch. Calvin was silent most of the ride. He tried to eat in the car, but didn’t feel like eating, wrapping the mostly entire sandwich back up in the wrapper.
Claire ate hers on the porch, chewing and watching Calvin sitting dejectedly in his chair. He smoked a joint, finally looking somewhat relieved when he finished. He wheeled the chair around. “I’m going to get a shower.” She sprang up and opened the door for him while he wheeled himself to the bathroom.
Claire threw her fast-food bag away and walked over to the couch, pulling her dress off over her head. She tossed it over the back of the couch, stepping out of her flipflops as she untied her bikini top. Stripped down to her “uniform”, she slowly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.
“GET OUT!” Snapped Calvin from inside the shower. “I want to be alone.”
He looked up, water from the shower running off his head, as she entered the shower. He spread his legs as she moved in between them. His cock was dangling down over the bench. “I know you had a bad day, but don’t take it out on me,” she said, as he rested his head on her bosom. He reached around her back and pulled her close. She stroked his head. “I’m here not because you pay me, but because you’re my friend.”
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around her back, now crying into her breasts. “You’re the best thing to happen to me in years.”
“It’s okay to cry,” she whispered, stroking his head. “It’s okay.”
And Calvin did cry. He sobbed and cried while she stroked his bald head. Finally, he turned his head sideways, staring at her erect nipple. “Three to four,” he said, raising his hand to pinch the pink stub capping her large bosom.
Claire gasped, as a wave of pleasure swept through her body, electrical impulses triggering spasms of desire in her pussy. “Three to four what?”
“Months left.”
“Oh!” She gasped, feeling for him. “Oh!” Her sorrow replacing her arousal. “OH!” A fresh wave of arousal soaked the bottom of her panty as Calvin’s lips replaced his fingers on her nipple. He sucked her nipple between his lips, sucking her entire areolae into his mouth. “Oh! Mmmmm,” she purred still stroking his head. She felt his cock crawling up her thigh, the shaft pressing into her crotch, as he hardened.
Claire moaned as his mouth worked their magic on her nipple. Just when she thought her nipple couldn’t take anymore, he kissed over to her other nipple, his fingers replacing his mouth on the one he’d been sucking. “Mmmm, so good,” she moaned. Claire pictured herself standing on her tiptoes and untying the strings on her hips. She guided the bare head of his big black cock towards the entrance to her pussy and slowly sank onto the huge shaft. Instead, she stepped back from those dangerous thoughts and the even more dangerous black cock between Calvin’s legs. She’d have to tame it another way.
Claire sank to her knees before the seated black man, leaned forward and took his cock between her lips. Now it was his turn to say, “Oh!” and “Mmmm,” as she inhaled his cock and sucked it like it deserved, deepthroating his shaft when she could, licking the crown, kneading his balls, sucking the tip while jerking off the rest. His cum was measured in ounces not teaspoons and his delicious seed filled her mouth again and again. She swallowed every drop of it, her lips pursed around the tip while she jerked the last remaining drops from his shaft.
“Thank you,” he gasped.
“Thank you,” she replied, licking her lips. “I love sucking your cock.”
“Help me out.”
Claire helped him up and held him as she swung him into his wheelchair. She dried him off and then herself, staying in her panty while she wheeled him into his bedroom. “Claire, I want to ask you something,” he said.
“Go ahead.” She helped him swing over onto the bed.
“Is your period over?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I want to break one of your rules.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she responded, but she was intrigued. “What were you thinking about?”
“Well, you’re giving me a lot of pleasure sucking me off. I was thinking it would only be fair if I repaid the favor.”
“Oh!” she said, surprised. Her pussy fluttered at the thought. “That’s not necessary like I said, I enjoy sucking you off, and…”
“I want to do it,” he said. “My fiancé thought it was dirty, but Mrs. Barnes loved having me go down on her. I’d really like to go down on a woman again before it’s too late.”
Claire’s pussy was soaking her panty. Tom hadn’t eaten her out since before they were married. She’d enjoyed his tongue more than his prick and she could sure use an orgasm. “Okay,” she said.
“Okay!” He perked up. “Lie down on the bed.”
Claire obeyed, scooting up and laying on his bed. He crawled over her leg and laid between her knees. His hand came up to her hips ready to break her rules. He pulled at the ties on her bikini bottom and pulled it down over her bush. She could feel his breath on her crotch. “Look at that pretty white pussy,” he whispered. Claire gasped when she felt his tongue glide up from the base of her pussy lips to her clit. He started lapping, wiggling his tongue into her. Claire started whimpering it felt so good. Her hips raised into his probing tongue. She opened her legs to give him more room. Calvin pushed his index finger in, rotating it around inside her. Claire panted, pushing her crotch into his finger as he slowly pulled it out, but he was only adding his middle finger. He pushed both fingers inside her. Combined, they felt bigger than Tom’s penis. He bent them, the tips rubbing the insides of her pussy. “Ah!” she cried, cumming so quickly she hadn’t felt it build up. “AAAHHH!” she screamed, her hips rising into his thrusting fingers as her quick little orgasm turned into an earthquake. She stared down at him in awe. He was looking up her body, down her chestnut-colored pubes, over her undulating belly, and between her breasts, meeting her eyes. His lips sucking in her clit and tonguing over the hard nub while his fingers continued wiggling fast inside her. “UNNNNHHH!” She cried one last time, her hips crashing back down on the bed. Calvin withdrew his fingers and planted a kiss on the top of her pussy. “Thank you,” she mumbled, gasping for breath.
He kissed her pussy again and pushed himself up. “Good one?” he asked.
“That was the best orgasm of my life,” she said, still dazed by its intensity. Claire smiled lazily, staring off into space. She stretched her body out, moaning, still basking in the afterglow of her strong orgasm. “I think that was the big one,” she purred.
“Nope,” he said, smiling. Calvin crawled up and laid beside her in bed. He reached over, pulling the drawer on his nightstand open and removed a sheet of paper. “You asked why I like taking pictures of you. This is for you.” He handed her the paper.
Claire gasped. “Calvin, this is wonderful.” He’d drawn a picture of her posing in her bikini in his yard. He’d used colored pencils at the drawing was amazing. She’d forgotten he’d been great at art in high school, she was always more concerned with sports.
“You’re wonderful,” he answered, leaning into her, wrapping one arm around her body until he fell asleep. She was still staring at the picture when he started snoring.
**********
Thursday, she picked up breakfast in a drive-thru and took it over to Calvin’s. He didn’t meet her, so she put his hotcakes and sausage on a TV tray and carried it into his room. He was sitting up in bed with only a sheet covering him. She could see the outline of his shaft, bent down, the sheet hugging it. “Thank you,” he said, accepting the tray. “Nothing for you?”
“Well,” she sat on the bed, smiling up at him. “I was hoping for a large sausage. She pulled at the sheet. It came down his chest, Calvin lifting the tray. The sheet pulled free of his crotch, his cock flying up to fall on his stomach. “May I suck your cock?” she asked, grabbing it and stroking it to fatten it up.
“Strip first.”
Claire stood. She was dressed down sexy in pink sweat shorts and a spaghetti strap top. She pulled the top off over her head, pulling the string of her bikini. He watched as the bikini top fell off her breasts and she wiggled the shorts down her hips and legs. Calvin’s smile broadened when she pulled the strings on her hips to release the panty also. She was nude when she crawled between his legs and started sucking his cock.
Afterward, Claire held her hand over her full belly while Calvin went down on her again. It was nastier than last time. She was humping his tongue and occasionally his tongue would slide down to her anus and lick across her rosebud. He would return it to her pussy when she was about to protest. As she was gasping and moaning, his tongue would find her sphincter again, pushing into it before moving back to her pussy. She was about to object, but it felt good and she relaxed letting him lick her anus, gliding his tongue along her perineum and back to her labia and clit.
Claire tensed up when his hand crawled up her thigh. She glanced down. He was tonguing her clit, looking back up at her. She smiled down at him, waiting for his talented fingers, but the hand slid under her crotch and ass cheeks. Her eyes widened, but then his other hand worked his thumb into her pussy while the index finger pressed hard against her anus. It pushed inside just as Calvin sucked her clit between his lips again. Claire screamed, her hips bucking off the bed. She grabbed his head and held him tightly against her crotch as she came hard around his fingers and tongue. His finger pushed deeper into her ass as she came, prolonging the orgasm. It was as intense as yesterday, but even longer. “OHMYGOD,” she moaned, stretching again. “A girl could get addicted to cumming like that.” She felt slightly ashamed that anal play had made her cum so hard.
Calvin grinned; his lower face was soaked with her juices. “Happy to help,” he said, kissing her pussy again.
They took separate showers and Claire ended up driving Calvin to a restaurant for lunch before she pushed him through a nearby park. “This is nice,” he said, watching the scenery. There were some ducks in a nearby brook, some joggers running down the path, and a few dog walkers.
“What do you say to us going away for a few days? We could go to the zoo.”
“That sounds wonderful, but wouldn’t Tom mind?”
“No, we can go when he’s at his conference.”
“Absolutely,” he told her. “I haven’t been away in years.”
“It’ll be fun,” she said. “Would you mind if I took off the day before?” she asked. “If you need me, I can stop by in the morning.”
“No, no, that’s fine,” he reached up and patted her hand on the handlebars of his chair. “Take off. I’m done with the gym and I can manage on my own. What’s going on?”
“Tom’s leaving that night and trying to take off work early. I was going to treat myself to a spa day.”
“Special occasion? It’s not your anniversary is it?”
“No,” she laughed. Claire leaned down and whispered in his ear. “I should be ovulating late next week.”
“Oh!” he replied.
Claire straightened her back, pushing him. Her eyes zoomed in on the bulge beneath his sweats. His cock had just doubled in size. She didn’t know what had caused it to swell, maybe an attractive female jogger that had just run past, but the sight of his swelling cock made her eager to get back to his house and suck on it again.
She sucked his cock again before she left for the day, enthusiastically swallowing his shaft down her throat eager to have him go down on her again. His oral skills got her off three more times and she drove home in a happy well-satisfied daze.
Friday, she arrived at Calvin’s and walked into his bedroom. He was laying nude on the bed. She glanced at his cock, licked her lips, and stripped her clothes off. It swelled as each piece of clothing was dropped to the floor and was fully hard as she untied her bikini panty. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him for five minutes before he asked her to stop. “I want to go down on you, but my back is hurting,” he said. “Come up here and straddle my mouth.” Claire climbed over him, the shaft of his cock sliding between her legs and making her whimper. He sucked on one nipple as they dangled in his face. She sat up and slowly brought her pussy down on his mouth, gasping as she felt his tongue probe into her.
Claire grabbed the headboard, moaning as she bounced on his tongue. Her head threw back as she came hard on his mouth, soaking his chin. She didn’t stop bouncing and his tongue continued licking at her. “Unh! Oh Calvin! Eat my pussy!” His tongue worked faster. “You lick me so good. Lick me so good. So good. Ah! Ah! AAAHHHH!” She came hard over his tongue again which he finally withdrew. She grabbed the headboard raising herself slightly.
Calvin lifted his head and kissed the pretty white pussy hovering above his mouth. “I’m not done, but turn around.” Claire sat up and turned around, backing her crotch back into his mouth. He started lapping again and she started pushing her pussy back into his tongue. Her eyes fell on his huge balls and the base of his shaft. She reached down and lifted his cock off his stomach, lowering her head, she began sucking the tip of his cock while Calvin lapped at her pussy. Soon, they gave each other two satisfying orgasms.
The weekend came and Claire found herself fingering her pussy multiple times a day. She was horny, her mind kept drifting back to Calvin’s impressive oral skills. It was his cock she pictured in her mind when she masturbated. Tom was more than up for sex, his little penis was hard as a rock when he woke up Sunday, poking at her from behind, but she turned him down. “And don’t take care of it in the shower,” she scolded him when he got out of bed. “Save it for Wednesday.” Her approaching ovulation explained her constant arousal and her fingers were crossed they’d finally make a baby. She briefly considered running off to check on Calvin, certain he’d go down on her in exchange for a good blow job, but Tom stuck around the house all day. She could wait, Monday was only a day away.
Claire caught herself smiling as she drove down Calvin’s driveway Monday morning. The smile dropped from her face when she unlocked the door. Calvin was laying nude on the floor, trying to crawl across the floor. “Help me,” he gasped.
“CALVIN!” She raced to him. “What’s wrong?” She squatted down trying to help him up.
“My legs!” he seemed horrified. “They’re not working. They hurt so bad.”
“Where’s your wheelchair?”
“Wheelchair?” he seemed confused.
She helped him up, the little black man leaning heavily on her as she steered him towards the couch. “There you go.” She let him down. She glanced down at his cock dangling between his legs.
He saw her glance and tried to cover it. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
“It’s okay,” she squatted down and removed his hand. “You knew I was coming today. It’s Wednesday, that I’m off.” She reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. It swelled as she stroked it. “Maybe this will make you feel better?”
“C-Claire! What are you doing?” He was looking at her shocked.
“Sorry,” she said. “May I suck your cock?”
“Uh Okay,” he said. His cock turned rock hard in an instant, twitching and trying to pull free of her hand. He gasped when she leaned over and took the head in her mouth. “Oh my god,” he groaned. She sucked him deep. He placed one hand on the back of her head, pulling her down further over his shaft. He sighed when she engulfed his entire cock, sucking him like that for a dozen bobs before the angle started hurting her. She pulled back. “Don’t stop,” he begged.
Claire stood and smiled at him. “I’m out of uniform.” She pulled her top off over her head. She’d dressed sexy for him, a pink halter over her breasts and pink sweat shorts over her ass. She’d wanted to be able to strip quickly so that he could go down on her again. His eyes widened when her breasts appeared. Claire kneeled and resumed blowing him, pausing to squeeze his cock between her tits and stare at him.
“Your tits are perfect,” he grunted. She lowered her lips, licking his cock head while titty fucking him. “Damn Claire, you sure know how to handle a big black cock.”
“Feeling better?” she asked.
“Hell yeah, but my legs still hurt.”
She furrowed her brow and slid back to suck him again. She rubbed his calves while bobbing her head. He moaned. His cock swelled and she pulled back just in time to get a mouthful of his delicious seed. His second load came hard on the first and she had to release his cock as she swallowed. His voluminous seed continued to spout, covering her tits and nipples with his cum.
“Dayumn,” he groaned, the last of his seed dribbling from the head of his cock. “I knew you liked me,” he said, smirking. “Dump that asshole Tom and go to prom with me.”
“Prom?”
“Yeah, we’d get some stares, but I’d sure love for you to be my date.” He was looking at her expectantly.
“I’ll think about it,” she answered, worried.
“You interested in going a little further maybe?”
Claire glanced down, his cock had just swelled an inch and he was wiggling his eyebrows at her. “I don’t think so.”
“You sure? I’ll take it slow.”
“No thanks.”
Calvin sighed. “Fine. My parents might be home soon anyway. Maybe prom night, if you’ll be my date.”
“Maybe prom night,” she replied, nodding. “And your parents… Your parents won’t be home for a while. They asked me to check on you after you got injured at last week’s game. You hit your head and hurt your legs.”
“I don’t remember,” he said, shaking his head. “Hopefully, I’ll be able to walk by prom. Even if you go with Tom, would you promise me one dance?”
“I’ll promise you two,” she said, staring at him sadly. “Hungry?”
“Famished.”
“I’ll fix you breakfast.” She pulled her clothes back on and retrieved Calvin’s sweat pants before starting to make him some pancakes and sausage. Her belly was full of his seed and she didn’t eat. While Calvin ate, she looked through his doctor’s notes from his last visit. The one that had left him so depressed. She tried not to cry as she read through the doctor’s report.
His cancer had spread to the brain.
Possible symptoms could include: headaches, vision loss, changes in mood, personality, or behavior, memory loss, and more. Alone, it was probably treatable, but with treatments failing to stop the spread of his bone cancer, the treatments would just make his last few months worse than they already were for him. “Excuse me a moment,” she told Calvin, who was still eating.
Claire got up and stepped out on the porch to cry.
Later, he tried to play a video game, but couldn’t concentrate on the screen. He complained about a headache and wanted to take a nap. She wheeled him to his room and helped him to bed. “Claire?” he asked. “Would you suck me again?”
“I’d love to suck that big black cock again,” she purred sexily, reaching for the waistband of his sweat pants. His cock sprang up, hardening rapidly. She kneeled and pulled his pants off, sitting up to yank the top over her head.
Calvin stared hungrily at her breasts. “You’ve got an amazing body.”
“Thank you.” She leaned down over him and took his cock in her mouth. She gave him a long loving blow job that left him groaning and bucking his hips. She felt him swell and twitch, gulping every ounce of his cum and milking his shaft for the remaining drops.
“You’re really good at that,” he said, gasping. “Come up here.” He pulled on her arm. Claire slid up his body and snuggled into him, Calvin’s strong arm wrapped around her. Their faces were close. His hand came behind her neck and pulled her lips to his. She kissed him back, lips parted, their tongues teasing each other. It broke one of her rules, but it was a great kiss. It was passionate and left her thighs damp and her hard nipples pushing into his chest. “I wanted to do that the first time I laid eyes on you in Mrs. Barnes’ class.”
“It was nice,” she told him. Claire ran her white hand down his black chest, the contrast arousing her even more. “So, you liked the blow job?” He smiled and grunted. “Maybe, you could return the favor?”
Calvin’s eyes were closed. He opened them. “Sure.”
Claire rolled away from him and stepped out of bed, wiggling her shorts down her hips and stepping out of her panty. Nude, she climbed back into bed, but Calvin’s eyes had closed and he was snoring softly.
Claire sighed and walked to his bathroom for a quick shower and to use some mouth wash. She dressed and did some cleaning. Calvin slept for several hours and was his normal self, but still complained of a minor headache and showed some signs of confusion. She left that night telling him to call or text her if he needed anything.
She was so horny, she considered sex with her husband a few days early, but settled for masturbating during a long bath in her tub. She told Tom about Calvin’s condition and he suggested their old classmate might be getting close to needing hospice care.
Tuesday, Calvin was back to normal, though he seemed more tired than usual. He was really looking forward to going to the zoo Thursday. They enjoyed a leisure sixty-nine in the morning that left her satisfied and had another session before she left for the day, taking turns. Calvin licked her and fingered her to seven orgasms until she was gasping and begging for him to stop. “Just wanted you to get through tomorrow without seeing me, babe,” he said, giving her pussy one last kiss.
“Wow! I think that will get me through a week.”
The plan for Wednesday was for Tom to get off work early, have an early dinner with his wife, make love (and hopefully a baby) and then Tom would leave for the airport to catch a late-night flight to his convention. Claire was going to treat herself to a spa day, come home, and make dinner.
She woke up flushed and wet between the legs. She’d been dreaming about Calvin. They were walking down a beach, holding hands. In the dream, Calvin wasn’t sick and he was taller than her. They were both nude and alone. His heavy cock slapped from thigh to thigh as he walked. They arrived at a blanket on the sand with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine sticking out of it. Calvin sat her down on the blanket, leaning down to kiss her. Claire fell back as he climbed on top, their lips never parting, her legs opening for his hard-probing cock. She gasped as he entered her, wrapping her legs around his waist as his cock thrust deep into her. Her hips were rising slightly into the imaginary thrusts of Calvin’s cock when she woke up.
She took all these signs as symptoms of her timing her ovulation correctly. Claire showered, looking forward to her day and even more forward to tonight. Tom, on the other hand, seemed oblivious. He was more excited about a couple interested in a high-priced home that he was selling. They wanted a second walk through that day and if it sold, he was looking at a big commission. He woke up somewhat when she kissed him goodbye at the front door and she opened her robe for him as he was putting his suitcase in the back seat of his car. He did a double-take and slammed her door, loosening his tie as he raced back to her, shocked that his wife had just ******* herself in public. “No no, save it for tonight, mister.” He looked down and turned back to his car.
The spa was pure pleasure. Claire got herself a manicure and a pedicure, a deep tissue massage, and a facial. She was still in a state of total relaxation while she got her hair done. Back home, she put a chicken in the oven and had a quick bath, so that she could shave her armpits and legs, as well as trimming her chestnut brown pubic mound down to just a thin strip in the middle.
She had laid out a surprise for Tom on the bed, a sexy white lingerie ensemble that included, a sheer bra, panty, garter belt, and white nylons. She felt sexy rolling the nylons up her legs and attaching them to the garters. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she’d never looked hotter. She wrapped her silk robe around her body and headed downstairs.
Then her phone buzzed as a text arrived.
Tom was running late with the couple he was showing the house to.
Claire set the table and opened a bottle of wine. She sat down, sipping her wine, and staring at the roast chicken and the other food cooling. Her phone buzzed again.
Tom wasn’t going to make dinner.
She sighed and began filling her plate. Claire drank another glass of wine, sensing that her evening was about to be ruined. Her phone buzzed again.
Tom had made the SALE! But he’d have to leave straight for the airport.
She called him and he could tell she was angry, but she was mollified when he promised her that with this commission, he’d take her on a second honeymoon to Hawaii. It was that big. And it wasn’t entirely his fault, he again offered for her to come with him, but with Calvin’s failing health she feared to leave him for too long. Claire sighed. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. “It is what it is,” she told Tom. “Text me when your plane lands.”
Claire poured some more wine, looking at all the food on the table. Tom was right. If it wasn’t for Calvin, she could be making love to her husband for the next three nights of peak ovulation and lounging by a pool during the day. Maybe, they could conceive in Hawaii? That would certainly be a memorable magical place to make a baby. But, if she weren’t willing to leave Calvin alone for three days now, she certainly couldn’t leave him alone for a vacation in Hawaii? Maybe hospice care was a good idea for Calvin. She could float it to him after their trip to the zoo. And speaking of Calvin, he would surely appreciate a plate of her dinner. It was early and he probably hadn’t eaten yet, so she fixed him a plate and hoped he’d be willing to take care of her arousal problem.
Forty minutes later, Claire let herself into his house. “CALVIN!” she called out, hoping he was his normal self.
“In here,” he called from his bedroom. He was laying on the bed, wearing only tight white briefs, his enormous bulge stretching them to the limit. “Caught me,” he said, hitting pause on the remote to the Tv at the foot of the bed.
“Caught you?” she asked, glancing at the screen and doing a double-take. Calvin had been watching porn. The frozen screen showed a white woman with big fake tits dangling on all fours while a fit black man fucked her from behind and a rather skinny black man kneeled before her with half his huge cock shoved down her throat.
“Hey, that’s nice of you, but you didn’t have to bring me dinner on your special night.” He eagerly reached for the plate as she handed it to him. Calvin set in on his chest and hit play.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” The woman on TV held the shaft before her face, licking all around the skinny man’s large cock head. He wasn’t as big as Calvin, but his cock was still a foot long. “I LOVE BIG BLACK COCK,” she screamed.
“SHAKE THat ass, slut,” grunted the man fucking her as Calvin turned the volume down. The black man slapped her ass cheek. “Better then yo husband, bitch?”
Claire gulped, staring at the scene. Her nipples slowly hardening and she felt her thighs dampen as the woman screamed out, “Yes! Yes! So much better than my husband.” Claire squirmed a little in her chair. She’d never been turned on by porn before, but the sight of those two huge black cocks, and the contrast in the skin tones of the black men and the white woman was exciting her.
“What happened with Tom?” asked Calvin.
Claire explained about Tom’s big sale while staring wide-eyed as the actress climbed on top of the skinny guy’s huge cock and the man behind her lined his black cock up with her anus. She didn’t appear to be faking her enjoyment, her orgasm looked very convincing.
“Want me to turn it off?”
Claire nodded, unable to look away until Calvin turned the tv off. She glanced over at the little black man; his cock was now straining to burst free of his briefs. “Thanks,” she said, turning her attention on Calvin. Her arrival had been fortuitous in that the porn and made him horny and she was certain, he’d go down on her in exchange for a blow job. “Yeah, I was disappointed, but Tom promised to take me to Hawaii. I even bought special lingerie for him.” She lifted her leg to show off her white nylons and heels. “He hasn’t even seen me in it.”
“Show me,” ordered Calvin.
Claire stood and opened her coat for Calvin, letting it fall to the floor. She’d felt so naughty driving to Calvin’s wearing only her coat over the lingerie. “What do you think?” she asked, posing, hand on one hip.
Calvin’s first response was his cock forcing its way under the hem of his underwear. “Damn sexy, Claire,” he growled, reaching down to pull his underwear down the shaft and under his balls.
“I was hoping you’d like it.” She reached down and unclipped the garters from her stocking. “I really need to get off.”
“Keep the stockings and belt on,” he said.
Claire glanced up, smiled, and nodded. She wiggled her panty down over her thighs, stepping out of it when it fell to her feet. She then hooked the straps back to her stockings before reaching behind her and unhooking the bra. She sighed when her large breasts sprang free of their constraints. Claire climbed on the bed, kneeling and reaching for his cock.
“Let me go first,” said Calvin.
Claire nodded and climbed over him, rolling on her back and spreading her legs. Calvin used his arms to hold himself up and move over her body. He didn’t head straight down but lowered himself. Claire gasped as he sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She spread her legs wider, her pussy squirting out its arousal over the head of Calvin’s penis which was suddenly bobbing along her slit. She squirmed, moving a hand down between them to cover her opening, but not before another suck on her nipple had her squirting more fluid over his cock head. Her hand slipped in to protect her and Calvin wasn’t contesting it. He kissed his way across her breasts, sucking her other nipple between his lips. She squirted again, this time into her palm.
Sucking on her nipples was getting her worked up. Her hips were lifting into imaginary thrusts of his big black cock. She removed her hand, reaching down until she could feel the tip of his cock. She coated it with her fluid, a growing part of her wanted to grab him under the crown and pull his cock back to the entrance of her pussy. She really wanted to make a baby tonight and Calvin’s big black cock was the only one available. Fuck me, fuck me, she heard herself telling him, but her ability to reason was still stronger than her lust for Calvin’s huge cock. She felt his cock slide through her fingers as he moved down, kissing beneath her nipples, down her ribs, puckering to kiss her navel. His tongue slid down one side of the strip on her newly shaved pubic mouth and then… “YES!” she cried as his tongue slid into her.
Claire spread her legs wider, her hips lifting into his tongue. “Ooo yeah, baby. Ooo yeah, baby,” she squealed as his tongue brought her to the brink. He sucked her clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into her, pumping them slowly before flexing them. “OH FUCK!” she cried, cumming all over his fingers. “Mmmm, I needed that.” Claire sighed and sank back down on the mattress as Calvin slowly withdrew his fingers and kissed her on her pussy.
Calvin wasn’t quite done. He licked up her pussy and around her clit. Slowly kissing his way back up her body. He kissed her bellybutton again, slipping his tongue into it, kissing and licking his way up her stomach and back to her breasts.
Claire moaned, squirming beneath him, as she quickly turned from satisfied to aroused again. Her hips lifting into an imaginary cock, even as the real cock moved between her thighs. Calvin sucked a nipple into her mouth, her pussy throbbing with need just as the head of his cock probed at her entrance and she began to open for him. Her pussy lips spread around the hard-unyielding head of his cock. One thrust and it would be inside her. Claire ran her hands up his strong back to his shoulders and pushed, keeping him from entering her, even as she was raising her pussy up into his cock craving to have him inside her. She pushed down harder and rolled Calvin over on his side.
Claire sat up and grabbed his cock as he turned over onto his back. She bent down and took him in her mouth, slowly sucking the head before working her way down his shaft, slowly deep throating him. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up. Claire was craving his seed, but released his cock and allowed him to guide her. She kissed her way up over his flat stomach and chest, eventually straddling his body and sitting up as she slid her pussy back and forth along the shaft of his cock.
Claire placed her hands on his chest, looking down at him, as she jerked him off with her pussy. He stared back at her, his desire for her written all over his face. Another orgasm was building. She reared up, her pussy pushing down on the head of his cock. She whimpered humping the head as fast as she could. Her pussy lips open and closed around it, opening further and further. She screamed softly when his hands grabbed her breasts and tweaked her hard nipple. Her orgasm was small and did nothing to stop her from humping his cock. He was sweating, pinching, and pulling harder on her nipples as he got closer to ejaculation. “YES!” she cried, sitting up and then pushing down harder on his cock. This time, he seemed to flex it, lifting it off his stomach and her pussy spread further around the tip, totally engulfing the head. Calvin came. “NO!” she squealed suddenly alarmed but humping his cock head even faster as her orgasm broke. His first load had shot inside her, his second squirted hard around her clit. She came down taking another wad inside and then another on her clit. She humped the head of his cock with abandon, cumming harder and harder with each blast of his seed. Claire had never cum like this. She pushed down, taking the head in past the crown, feeling more of his seed fill her as she leaned down and passionately kissed the man giving her so much pleasure. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, finding and dueling with his as she continued cumming while his cock twitched planting more of his seed inside her.
Claire needed to jump off and get cleaned up, but Calvin was holding her arms and kissing her. She moaned, sucking on his tongue and fighting the urge to push back into his shaft. “Mmm, I need to get up,” she whispered breaking the kiss but continuing to peck at his lips.
“Not just yet,” he said, pulling her head down and passionately kissing her again. His cock head continued plugging his sperm inside her.
Claire relented, kissing him back, another of her rules thrown out the door for good. They kissed for a full minute before she pushed herself up and crawled down his body. She felt relieved when she saw the messy pool of semen covering his body from above his navel and down to his balls. She lowered herself, lapping up some of the sperm covering his stomach. It was good and still warm. She would have stayed there, lapping his sperm up like a kitten at a saucer of milk before moving over and licking his shaft clean for him, but she needed to clean up. She licked up under his navel and sucked the sperm out of his belly button before forcing herself off the bed. Claire ran to his bathroom.
Semen was dripping off her clitoris and labia. Some had gone inside her so she forced herself to pee. It probably wasn’t a lot, but it didn’t take much and it didn’t matter that he’d only cum just inside her pussy. She jumped in his shower and tried to wash her crotch as best she could.
“Stay with me,” he said when Claire came out of the bathroom.
Claire hadn’t wasted time removing her nylons before showering. She unhooked her garter and began rolling the wet nylons down her fit legs, wiggling the garter down to her feet. “I can’t,” she replied. “Tom’s gonna call when he gets to his room and I’d like to get some sleep before the drive tomorrow.
“I understand,” said Calvin, staring at her as she pulled the bra and panty back on. “I guess that’s as close as I’m going to get to my dying wish.”
“What’s that?”
“To fuck you before I go.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, staring hungrily at his spent cock. “That was fun but dangerous. You may have knocked me up.” She gasped, watching his cock swell again. “We can’t risk another close call like that.”
“No, we can’t,” he agreed, even as his cock hardened fully.
Claire stared at it wondering if she should jerk him off or suck it for him. She shook her head. “I’ll see you bright and early.”
“See you in the morning.”
**********
Claire laid on her bed naked waiting for Tom’s call. She jumped when the phone finally rang. Their conversation was short, they both were tired and he was still excited about his big commission sale. They hung up. Claire rose off the bed and took another shower, cleaning her crotch again, just to be sure. There had been a few drops of semen in her panty when she’d pulled it off.
Claire didn’t sleep well. She spent half the night in a hypnogogic state. She was half asleep and half awake, in her waking mind she was fucking Calvin. The other half the night, her sleeping mind dreamed she was fucking Calvin. In her mind, Calvin did make the thrust that shoved his cock deep. She dreamed, she was riding him bending down to kiss him, pushing her pussy back until his cock was balls deep. In her mind, every drop of his semen was ejaculated deep in her womb filling her with millions of his sperm. In her dreams, she agreed to stay the night with him. She agreed to his dying wish, fucking him all night long.
Claire woke up, tired, but she didn’t need much sleep anyway. She was horny, maybe even more than yesterday. She didn’t know if it were from the fact she was near peak ovulation or her sex dreams or a combination of both. She took her morning shower. She’d packed a travel bag the day before. She pulled on white shorts and a black tee-shirt, slipping her feet into sandals.
She called the hotel from her car and canceled her room as she pulled into a parking spot at the drug store. Her cheeks flushed as she entered the store and the clerk greeted her. She looked around before finding the prophylactic section. She stared confused at all the packs of condoms, finally settling on a box of six XXL sized rubbers. They were, appropriately, black latex. Her cheeks were even redder when she paid the clerk and hurried out the door.
Calvin was waiting for her on his porch, a small travel bag beside his wheelchair. He was grinning and looked well-rested. She wheeled him to her car and helped him inside. The drive to the hotel was pleasant. They didn’t talk about last night. They chatted amicably and she was grateful he seemed his normal self. The hotel was near the zoo and along a street with plenty of restaurants. Calvin handed Claire his credit card and waited in the car while she checked in.
The room was handicapped accessible. She wheeled Calvin inside, glancing at the large king-sized bed dominating the room. There was space for a wheelchair to get around the bed and the bathroom door was wide enough for the chair. There wasn’t a bathtub, but a walk-in shower with a curtain, bars, and a bench. “I’ll get the bags,” she said, leaving the room for her car.
Claire returned carrying his travel bag and her larger suitcase. Calvin glanced at her suitcase. “Geeze, we’re only here one night.”
“A girl gots to be prepared. I might need a fancy dress; it might get chilly at night. It might rain, so I need a raincoat. I only use my shampoo. I also have Advil, nail clippers, a file, a razor, and three pairs of shoes. What did you bring?”
“A white tank top and gray sweat shorts.” He looked down. “I’m wearing my shoes. That’s it, plus a toothbrush.”
“Men,” she said, shaking her head.
“Imma go wizz,” he said, wheeling his chair to the bathroom. “You can go settle in your room. I hope your next door.” Calvin winced, as he stood and leaned on a bar, fishing his cock out to pee. Sweat beaded his forehead and by the time he’d finished urinating, he wished he’d just swung over and sat on the seat. He wheeled himself back out, surprised to find Claire seated on his bed. “You drop your stuff off already?”
She smiled and nodded towards her suitcase open on the table. “I’m in my room. No sense wasting your money when we both know I’ll be spending most of the night with you anyway.” She felt a little nervous and had some trepidation. She gave a quick glance at the pillow where she’d hidden the box of condoms. If she went through with this, she’d officially be cheating. She’d be giving Calvin something only Tom should have. Tom, the man that had left her when she was at peak ovulation and thus, peak horniness. Calvin’s big black cock would totally satisfy the horniness problem, but the thought of being stretched out by that monstrosity was what was making her a little anxious. She thought she could handle half, but what if he was overeager and shoved more in? What if the condom broke? That thought made her shudder a little. What if her body really was built for big black cock?
Calvin wheeled over in front of her. He looked like he was about to cry. He reached out, took her hands in his. “This means a lot to me, Claire,” he said, sincerely. “Just the thought of having you lie next to me all night makes me happy. To be able to take you in my arms or to just reach out and touch you, to know you’re there next to me.” He did look like he was about to cry, but he fought the tears away. “I’ve been so lonely the last few years.
“I’m looking forward to it too,” she replied, squeezing his hand. She sat forward and stood enough to kiss him on the lips. The kiss turned passionate, both of them moaning as their tongues danced. Claire found herself sitting in his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath her shorts. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter against hers as his hands slid under her shirt, along her back. She humped his stiff cock as his hands found her bra clasp. She broke the kiss. “Later, after dinner,” she told him. Claire looked him in the eyes. Her friend was dying. And if his dying wish was to fuck her?
She was going to grant him that wish.
**********
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 ******* 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.
**********
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 ***** and horny.
“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 its 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 than 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 while 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 ****** 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 it 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 as it released 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 anything 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.”
Claire flushed. She was touched by his comments. “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 happily stayed naked. When she checked on him later, Calvin was out cold.
**********
Claire made a grilled cheese for dinner, figuring if he woke up, she could quickly fix him a sandwich. It was still her job, but she didn’t feel like tidying up much, though she did unpack his travel bag and threw his dirty clothes in the washer.
His sketchbook was sitting on the table. She picked it up and flipped through it. She wasn’t shocked to see it was full of pictures of her. They were good and flattering. The sketches represented most of her outfits. Sketches of her posing for him when she worked in his yard. He’d taken photos of her on his tablet that day and he’d snapped pictures of her other days. The next bunch was of her in her bikini, topless, nude, kneeling while jerking off his cock… Claire gasped as the remainder of the pictures were all pornographic. Most were just of her doing various things with a black cock with no body attached. The last pictures Calvin finally appeared, but he was healthy and fucking her in various positions. She closed the book, not sure what to think about them, but she was moderately aroused.
As it grew late, Claire returned to his room and let her bikini fall to the floor. She slipped into bed beside him and snuggled up to him, rubbing his chest, her hand moving farther down, grabbing his cock. She fell asleep with her hand on his cock. Calvin woke around midnight, waking her with a kiss on her lips. “You stayed,” he said.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Tom won’t be home until late afternoon.” Her hand was still on his cock and she moaned again as it expanded in her hand. Claire spread her legs as Calvin rolled on top of her. Twenty minutes later, he filled her womb with another load of his hot seed. They slept until late morning and this time; she woke him as she slowly sucked on his cock. Claire mounted him and rode through five good orgasms until the big one finally had her collapsing on his chest. Claire kissed him and left to wash up.
She fixed him breakfast before leaving for home to greet her husband.
**********
“UNH!” Tom groaned, thrusting his hips up.
“YES!” Claire cried, imagining her husband sending one of his babymakers finally impregnating her.
“I don’t even think it’s in,” he gasped, breathing heavily.
Claire wiggled around on his crotch. It didn’t feel like he was inside her. Her pussy was used to Calvin’s cock and she could barely feel Tom’s penis tonight when it was inside her. She also kept bouncing up too high in his lap causing it to fall out several times. She must have bounced too high just as he came, for she slid back to see his shriveled little penis laying on his pubes, a small pool of runny seed matting his pubic hair. “Maybe some got in,” she stated, but not feeling optimistic.
“Just gives us an excuse to try again in the morning,” said Tom, patting her ass to get her to dismount.
They both cleaned up and got ready for bed. Claire was exhausted from her time with Calvin and quickly fell asleep. Her rest was filled with erotic dreams about her and Calvin. In many, they were pencil sketches acting out the acts she’d seen in his sketchbook. In others, she relived their two nights in the hotel. Finally, they were in a zoo enclosure, nude and they both were striped like zebras, her black stripes the color of his skin with his white stripes the color of hers. Calvin had the enormous black zebra cock they’d seen on the male at the zoo. The huge cock extended hardening. Crowds were watching them as she rolled on her back. Calvin! Calvin! She moaned, spreading her legs for him.
Tom groaned as he inserted his penis. Claire woke up to her husband on top of her. His face was scrunched up and he seemed to be having trouble getting a rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried squeezing her pussy muscles around his thin penis. It must have helped for several minutes later, he was grunting and finally squirting a few drops of seed inside her pussy.
They both showered and dressed for their jobs. Tom in his suit and tie, Claire in her shorts and tank top, bikini on underneath, and flipflops, as always looking sexy as hell. She kissed her husband goodbye and left for Calvin’s.
Claire knew she should call it off with Calvin, but her body disagreed. The closer she got to her black lover’s house, the more aroused she got. Her nipples slowly hardened while her pussy slowly turned wet as she left her home. Her nipples were rock hard nubs by the time she pulled into Calvin’s driveway and her bikini bottom was soaked by her gushing pussy. She needed his cock. She was already addicted to the big orgasms she had when he filled her with cum.
She needed to stop fucking Calvin to return to a normal life with her husband.
**********
Calvin and Claire fucked four times that day.
She and Calvin averaged about four times every day, six days a week for the next six weeks. Most days he was his normal self with teenage Calvin and dominant asshole Calvin appearing around once a week.
On Friday of the first week, since they’d become lovers, Claire arrived at his house and was surprised to see Calvin up and sitting on the porch in his wheelchair. He was also naked with his huge cock hanging over the front of the chair. Calvin took a puff off his joint and sneered evilly at her. “Get yo clothes off, bitch,” he ordered.
“Wh-what here?” she asked, freezing in her tracks.
“Now, slut!” he took a final hit off his joint, held the smoke in, and didn’t release it until she was down to her bikini.
“Okay,” she said, trembling as she untied the strings on her bikini. Dominant Calvin brought out a side of her personality she hadn’t been aware off and though she pretended to hate his asshole persona, she was always thrilled when he made an appearance.
“Okay what, slut?”
“Okay master,” she said, gulping.
He grinned. “Get yo ass inside and on that bed,” he ordered, slapping her ass hard as she hurried past. He turned and wheeled himself in behind her. “Get on all fours.”
Claire stopped, concerned. “No Calvin, that hurts you too bad.”
He stopped the chair, looking at her in disbelief. “Did you just tell me no, slut?”
“Uh yes, I mean no, I mean your legs…”
“Get on the bed or you can take your ass home and never come back,” he said.
Claire glanced down at his cock, now half risen off the chair. She’d loved being fucked by him doggy style and wanted it bad, but the act had caused him real pain.
“Well slut? What’s it gonna be?”
“The bed, master,” she replied, turning and entering his bedroom.
“Ass up, head down,” he said, swinging onto the bed from his wheelchair. The bottle of lube was laying on the bed. She didn’t know why it was out, she never needed it with him. He mumbled some curses and gasped a few times. She winced knowing the pain this was causing him, but he wanted this and was soon kneeling behind her. He smacked her ass several times with his cock to fully harden it before she felt the shaft slide down the crack of her ass. He ran the head up and down her slit. “You want this, slut?”
“Yes master,” she gasped, trying to push her hips back into it. “Please fuck me.”
“Please fuck you with what?”
“Please fuck me with your big black cock, master,” she said, gasping as his cock head pushed into her. He worked the head around, lubricating his shaft with her arousal, pushing it deeper and deeper. She felt her first orgasm growing. She always came hard every time she took the entirety of his monster cock inside her. “CUM…” SPANK! “MING!” she screamed as his hand came down hard enough to make her ass cheek quiver.
“That’s for telling me no, slut,” he growled.
But Claire couldn’t hear him. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” she cried, grinding her pussy back into his cock. His spanking her right when she was cumming turned an otherwise large orgasm into a big one that bordered on the ones she had when he came inside her. “So good. So good,” she moaned over and over.
Calvin’s hand clenched her ass cheek tightly and Claire felt his thumb pushing against her anus. She gasped as her rosebud slowly pushed in, opening up for his thumb. Claire whimpered as her rectum squeezed tightly around his big thumb and she quickly found herself cumming again. He paused, burying his cock, and slowly pulling his thumb out as she came down from her orgasm.
“Are you my slut?” he asked.
“Yes, master,” she replied.
“No, you’re not.”
“What do you mean?”
Calvin slowly withdrew his cock. He reached down for the bottle of lotion lying beside him. His cock sprang free, flying upwards. It was already extremely well lubricated, but he still poured some lotion on his hand and began coating his shaft with it.
“What do you mean?” she asked again.
“You’re not really a slut until you’ve taken my cock in your ass,” he said calmly.
“No way. I’ve never done that. You’re too big,” she said, desperately.
“You tellin me no?” His hand slapped her ass gently, but threateningly.
“No. I mean yes.”
“So, I’m askin’ again. Are you my slut?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl,” he said, pushing his cock down until the head was pressing on her anus. “Tell me what you want.”
Claire gulped. “I want you to fuck my ass. Make me your slut.” Claire lowered her head to the pillows and braced herself. She widened her knees, opening her ass as much as she could.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy. Mrs. Barnes was scared the first time, but begged for more afterward.”
Claire barely had time to picture one of her favorite teachers being sodomized by Calvin when the pressure on her anus started growing. She gritted her teeth; grateful his thumb had helped loosen her up. Her face scrunched up as her anus slowly opened up around his fat cock head. Her face turned red and sweat beaded her brow. “UGH!” she grunted, feeling like he was about to rip her open. The head pushed inside past the crown, stopping its progression just as she was about to scream for him to take it out.
The pain faded quicker than she would have thought. Claire wiggled her ass to let him know he could proceed. Calvin did, pushing his cock deeper, opening her rectum. Claire was grateful for the extra lubrication as his cock slowly worked in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust. “UNH!” she grunted as his cock seemed to bottom out somewhere between eight and ten inches. She panted gasping. The pain was almost all gone. She just felt stuffed and stretched out now. It wasn’t unpleasant.
“Ready?” he asked.
Claire nodded. All he could see was her lovely brown hair bobbing. He pulled his cock back, her rectum closing up behind him, opening again as he pushed forward. Calvin started picking up speed, his cock pumping in and out of her ass eliciting soft grunts from her throat. At some point, she started pushing back into his thrusts, her grunts turning to moans.
“Now you gettin’ into it, slut,” he said, gasping for breath.
“YES!” she hissed. “Fuck my ass.” Claire started humping her ass up faster into the thrusts of his cock causing him to increase his speed to match hers. “Fuck my ass with your big black cock. I’m your slut, master.” Claire was loving having her ass fucked, now totally converted into an anal sex fanatic. The only thing missing was that she wanted to cum from having him fuck her ass. She managed to push up enough to wiggle one arm under her body. Her fingers found her pussy. She wished she could reach higher so she could grab his shaft and feel it sliding through her fingers as he fucked her ass, but she had to settle for fingering herself. She rubbed her clit frantically, moaning, as she felt an orgasm building. “Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuckmyass! YYESS!” She came hard, her ass clenching tightly around his cock. His shaft shuddered, shaking inside her, flooding her rectum with his seed.
“That’s… a good… anal… slut,” he groaned, breathing so hard he was wheezing. Calvin collapsed onto top of her, his weight forcing her body down on the mattress.
“Calvin?” she asked, but he didn’t respond. She could feel his breath on her neck so he was alive. He didn’t move. Claire had to push up and force him off her. His cock slipped free of her ass as he plopped down on the bed beside her. “Calvin?” she asked, shaking him. “Calvin!” His eyes were open, staring off into space. He was alive but unresponsive. Claire pushed herself off the bed, hurrying to the bathroom, her ass squishing as she walked. She wet a washcloth and returned placing it on his clammy forehead. She didn’t know what else to do, so she started massaging his legs. The marijuana could only dampen the pain so much. His cum was pouring out of her rectum, she decided to take a shower to clean herself off and left him. When she returned, his eyes had closed and he appeared to be sleeping, so she sighed with relief.
When he awoke a couple of hours later, she had some pills ready for she knew he’d have a headache. Calvin swallowed them gratefully. He was regular Calvin again. “Did we just do what I think we did?” he asked, confused. “Or was I dreaming?”
“We did,” she said, patting his knee.
“And did you like it?”
“It was wonderful,” she answered. He closed his eyes and was soon snoring again.
The next morning, she entered his bedroom and started stripping. Claire pulled the covers back and sucked his fattening cock until it was completely hard then she mounted him. Calvin was staring at her wide-eyed. “What?” she asked.
“I must be dreaming,” he sighed. “I was just thinking about jerking off while thinking about you when Claire Casey walks into my room and starts riding me.”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“What about Tommy?”
“Screw him. I’ve wanted your black cock ever since I heard how big it is. FUCK ME!”
“Ssssh, you’ll wake my parents.”
Tears rolled down Claire's cheeks as she continued to ride his cock to orgasm after orgasm.
Another time, she arrived at Calvin’s to find the living room torn apart. He was crawling around on the floor using his arms to pull him while screaming. “What the fuck is wrong with my legs? What the fuck is wrong with my legs?” He was distraught and confused the remainder of the day
As the weeks went by, he grew more confused and had more spells where he zoned out, staring off into space. Sometimes, he’d stare for hours, drool running off his lips. Claire concluded that she was being selfish. He needed 24-hour care and Tom would never go for her flat out moving in with his old high school rival. The next time he was lucid normal Calvin, she sat beside him on the couch, arms around each other and she told him what was going on. He understood, he was aware he was blacking out. Still, he leaned his head on her shoulder and cried.
He made some calls later that day to set up hospice care.
The last time they made love, Calvin sat in his ***’s recliner while she sat in his lap, slowly riding his cock, enjoying every inch of it like it was the last time. Their foreheads rested on each other. Both of them moaning and mewling, pausing to kiss passionately. Claire began crying as Calvin grew closer. She continued crying through the big orgasm, her pussy clenching his cock and draining the last of his seed from his shaft.
They showered together. She helped him dress, grabbed his suitcase, and wheeled him out to her car. She stayed with him, unpacking his clothes in the healthcare facility. He looked at her sadly as visiting hours ended. “You’ll visit?” he asked, grabbing her hand.
“Every day,” she replied, kissing him on the forehead and leaving before the tears started rolling again.
“Claire!” he called to her at the door. “I love you.”
**********
Calvin’s health declined faster after that. Claire did visit every day. On a few, she had the opportunity to lock the door and suck his cock which they both were grateful for.
She’d missed her period twice now and finally got up the nerve to buy a pregnancy test. It was positive. She hadn’t planned on telling Calvin, but the next day she stopped by to see him, he was lying in bed with IV in his arm and an oxygen mask. His eyes turned to follow her. “He’s having trouble keeping food down,” said the nurse.
Claire held his hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “I’m pregnant,” she said.
He squeezed her hand again. “Mine,” he replied.
“Maybe. I’m around ten weeks.” He nodded, knowingly. It had been ten weeks since their trip to the zoo. “Or it could be Tom’s.”
“Mine.”
“Maybe.”
“Mine. Tom’s sperm is weak.”
“I just thought you should know.”
“Calvin,” he said, weakly through the mask.
“What?”
“Calvin. If it’s a boy, name him Calvin.”
“If it’s yours, I will name him Calvin.”
“It’s mine.” He smiled behind the mask.
“Bye Calvin,” she said.
“Bye Claire.” He squeezed her hand again before releasing it. “I love you.” His eyes closed.
She started crying again.
**********
Claire was seven months pregnant when she stopped by Calvin’s room, freezing in horror when she saw he was now on a ventilator. His body had slowly wasted away over the last few months as cancer ravaged his body and he continued not being able to keep solid food down. Still he’d lived a few months longer than expected. His eyes flickered over to her.
She sat with him a while, telling him some news and gossip. He couldn’t respond, but he blinked to let her know he was listening. “Oh!” she cried, startled. He blinked. Claire smiled and took his hand. She stood and placed his hand on her belly. “He’s kicking.” Calvin blinked frantically. “Yes, it’s a boy.”
Claire bent over and kissed him on the head. She leaned down by his ear and whispered. “I miss you. I miss your cock. And I love you too. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
He couldn’t smile, but his eyes crinkled like he was trying to. He blinked rapidly and she could see his eyes were wet.
Two days later, the phone rang in the middle of the night. Tom answered sleepily. “I see,” he said. “Yes, thank you for calling.” He hung the phone up.
Claire sat up in bed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Calvin passed away.”
Claire started bawling. She held her hands over her face crying into them.
Tom sat beside her and wrapped his arm over her shoulder, patting her on the back. “I know you liked the little guy, but he’s better off now.”
She continued sobbing. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop.”
Tom rested his head on hers, rocking her. “It’s okay honey, you’re just being overly emotional because you're pregnant.”
“Shut up and let me cry.”
**********
Claire handled the funeral. Not that it took a lot of work. Calvin had planned everything. He had a plot beside his parents, a casket ready, a long list of friends, and had prepaid for everything. Claire made the calls, told his coworkers at “The Home Plate,” posted his obituary on social media, and bought a black dress that fit her pregnant belly.
The graveyard was crowded and full of former classmates and coworkers for Calvin was well-liked by everyone who knew him. Things were getting ready to start. Liz and her date were talking to Claire, making small talk about her pregnancy when Tom blurted out, “Sweet Jesus, it’s giant Calvin!”
Claire followed Tom’s gaze. A prison van had pulled up. A guard was unlocking the handcuffs on a giant black man in a crumpled ill-fitting suit. “That’s Clarence,” she gasped.
“Who?” asked Liz.
“Calvin’s brother.” There was no mistaking the ****** resemblance. Clarence looked so much like Calvin; her heart broke. He was shaved bald as Calvin had been after the chemo treatments, but Clarence had sideburns down to a goatee. He was also a giant, towering over Claire by 6 inches. The black man was pure muscle with biceps as big around as her thighs. He was very intimidating, but his eyes were soft while gazing at the casket.
The service went well. A lot of people got up and said a few words about what a great guy Calvin had been. Claire gave a short speech and finally, Clarence approached the podium and talked about Calvin as a child and how he’d handled everything after the death of his parents, nodding at his parent’s grave. As he finished, the hulking black man lowered his head over his hand and began to cry.
The funeral started breaking up. The Home Plate was having a gathering to celebrate Calvin’s life and everyone was invited. Clarence returned to the prison van. The guard patted the distraught Clarence on the back before reapplying the handcuffs. Claire excused herself from a group and tried to catch Calvin’s brother before he returned to prison. “Clarence,” she called.
“Claire,” he replied. His eyes glanced down at her belly, swept down her body, pausing at her breasts. They were growing and pushing EE now, heavier and aching as they filled with colostrum. She felt her nipples harden under his gaze. This was a real man. “Nice to meet you.” He held both handcuffed hands out, one open for her to shake.
“You too. Calvin’s told me a lot about you.”
“He’s told me a lot about you to,” said Clarence, grinning and staring at her. She blushed. “His words didn’t do you justice though. You’re stunning.”
Claire suddenly wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl but fought it. “Oh please, I’m a fat cow,” she replied but knowing she looked great pregnant. “I wish we had more time to talk.”
“Me too,” said Clarence. “Bob here’s cool, but he does need to get me back to prison.” He nodded at the guard who was also staring at Claire’s breasts. Bob nodded, still staring.
“I have your number. He made me executor on his will, but for some reason, the lawyer says it’s held up. You’re his only living relative so I’m sure most goes to you. Really, I don’t know what’s taking so long, but your brother trusted his lawyer.”
“Calvin, talked to me about his will,” said Clarence. “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”
Claire sighed with relief. “When do you get out?”
“Seven more years.”
Claire nodded. “Well, I’m happy to take care of the house until you do. For Calvin.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Clarence ducked and stepped into the van as Bob shut the door after him.
**********
“Look at that BBC,” said Claire, staring at her tablet. “Mmmm,” she teased her clit with her finger, moaning. She heard Tom come in and flipped off the tablet. She didn’t want him catching her watching interracial porn.
Tom stripped and slipped in bed beside her kissing her on the shoulder. She felt his hard penis on her ass and opened her legs. He slipped it inside her already wet pussy and slowly started fucking her from behind. Their doctor had told them that sex was often a trigger to starting labor and she was ready for this baby to come out. It was already a few days past due. It worked and an hour after Tom had ejaculated inside her, she felt her water break.
**********
Claire’s parents looked up expectantly as Tom walked out of her birthing room. He was pale, staring off into space.
“Tom, what’s wrong?” asked his father-in-law, standing up in alarm.
“Is the baby okay?” asked Claire’s mom. “Is Claire?”
Tom didn’t answer. He stared off into space zombie-like walking past them. The elevator opened and Tom walked into it.
“I’m going to go check on Claire,” said her mom, alarmed. She entered the room past the nurses and doctor. Claire was sitting up, holding her baby. “Claire, are you okay? What’s going on?”
“I’m fine,” she replied, gazing down lovingly at her son. “The baby’s fine too.” She held him up for her mom.
“Oh,” said her mother glancing at the baby. “OH! OH MY!”
“Mom, this is Calvin Jr.”
**********
The next month was rough. Claire’s *** was a bit racist and wanted nothing to do with his ******** or her black baby. Tom didn’t want to talk to her either. He was gracious enough to let her stay in the house for two weeks. Her mom helped her pack her things up, but she didn’t know where she could go. Tom filed for divorce, citing adultery, and planned on fighting her for every cent. Claire found herself crying a lot, but every time she looked down at baby Calvin, her heart filled with a love she’d never felt before.
As Tom threw her out, she didn’t have any money and didn’t have a place to stay. Her *** didn’t want anything to do with her, but her mom was willing to throw him out to let their ******** and grandson move back in with them.
Claire only had one choice. She had the keys to Calvin’s house and moved in there. It hurt going back, the place served to remind her of him and she caught herself laying on Calvin’s bed and smelling his pillows to inhale his scent.
Calvin’s lawyer tracked her down there. He pulled up and removed two folders from his briefcase. “Mrs. Thompson,” he called.
“Casey. I going back to my maiden name.” She looked down at the folders. “Is that the will?”
He nodded. “Yes, may I see the baby?”
She was a little startled by the question, but like any proud new mother, she enjoyed showing her son to people. “Sure, he’s sleeping in the living room.” Calvin was asleep in a baby stroller. She had taken up jogging him down to the mailbox in an attempt to lose her baby weight.
The lawyer glanced down at the crib and nodded. “Mr. Custis’ son, I presume?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I hope Clarence doesn’t mind me staying in his house. I had nowhere else to go and this is his nephew after all.”
“He doesn’t mind and it’s your house now.” The lawyer handed her the will. “Mr. Custis changed his will recently, depending on whether or not your baby was his. If it was, everything was to go to his heir and you as his heir’s custodian.”
Claire stared at the document in disbelief. “But what about Clarence?”
“Mr. Custis discussed the change in the will with his brother and his brother approved. Clarence received a decent portion of their parent’s life insurance which will be enough to get him back on his feet when he is released from prison.”
Claire’s eyes scanned the document. Between Calvin’s investments, savings, and life insurance, she’d have close to five million dollars. She sighed with relief. It was just like Calvin to take care of every detail.
“I’ll need you to sign a few things.”
“Of course,” she answered, reaching out to take the proffered pen.
**********
Claire reached the mailbox and turned around. She controlled her breathing, feet hitting the ground at a steady pace. She looked down at the stroller and smiled. The now six-month-old Calvin was awake and staring greedily at her breasts. She winced as her nipples hardened and started leaking milk. She hated her mommy's breasts, they were EE now, her areola had spread wider across her tits, and her nipples were thicker. They leaked milk constantly. She was back in shape, belly flat and shapely, thighs athletically trim. She exercised every day, but couldn’t shake the extra five pounds that seemed concentrated in her breasts and ass.
She reached the house and U-turned again. The driveway was a quarter-mile from the house to the main road and her mailbox. She ran the path eight times for her daily jog or about two miles. She’d kept up her yoga and did multiple exercises to get her belly back in shape, now even flatter and sexier than it had been before her pregnancy. What few stretch marks she had were made faint by her full body tan. She sunbathed nude whenever the weather cooperated. Ahead, the mailman stopped at her box, he glanced at her briefly, his head springing back up to stare for a moment.
Claire slowed to let him finish, but he stayed waiting, wanting to check out the hot MILF now living in the Custis home. Check her out, he did, eyes sweeping her body, following her bouncing breasts as she approached. She took the mail, thanking him and he drove off. He was a young guy and she should be flattered, but at times it was annoying. There wasn’t a lot of traffic on the main road and she’d tried jogging along it, but got too much attention from male drivers, slowing to stare, honking their horns, and one time a pickup with two men had stopped to hit on her but spun off when they saw her black baby. She decided to stick to the driveway.
There wasn’t much mail, just a couple bills for her and some junk mail with Calvin’s name on it, and a card for Calvin Jr. A gust of cool air blew over her, hardening her nipples even more. She gritted her teeth, glancing West at the dark storm clouds rapidly approaching. She increased her pace, pushing the carriage before her towards the house.
Claire carried Cal into the living room and sat him on the couch long enough for her to pull her sports bra off to free her breasts. Calvin smacked his lips, staring at them. She sat beside him picking him up as she opened the card. “Look Cal, mum mum sent you a half birthday card.” Her father still wasn’t talking to her. The card had a googly-eyed tiger cartoon on it. She shook the card to make the eyes move. He stared a moment but was more interested in his dinner. She lifted him, sighing as his lips clamped down over one nipple. The other immediately started leaking. She sighed, feeling like a cow that needed constant milking. Claire sighed again and pulled out her phone while Calvin continued nursing. The rain started pattering on the roof. The weather had been miserable lately. She checked Tom’s social media profile, instantly regretting it. He was posting pictures of his Hawaii trip with his new twenty-one-year-old girlfriend. The weather was great in Hawaii. She had no right being jealous, but couldn’t help being a little envious.
Claire had slow cooked a pot roast and it was ready. It was one of Calvin’s favorite meals that she made as his caretaker. He would have finished it off, but she only liked a little meat and it would last her three days. She started with a salad before moving on to her meat with a baked potato. It was raining harder now and there was thunder in the distance.
The storm was raging by the time she sat down to watch television. It was pitch dark outside, only lit by flashes of lightning. Claire sighed, she was bored and horny. She missed Calvin. Their short time together had been the most fulfilling of her life and baby Cal was her loving reminder of that time. Before heading upstairs, she walked into Calvin’s room. She hadn’t changed anything, nor washed his sheets. His pillows still smelled like him. Claire pushed her yoga pants down and laid down in Calvin’s bed wearing only her panty. “Oh Calvin,” she moaned, spreading her legs, seeing him holding himself above her as he pounded his cock relentlessly into her needy pussy. Her hand slipped into her panty. She missed that cock, missed fucking it, missed sucking it, missed the taste of his thick seed, and she missed him.
Claire leaped out of bed. She picked up Cal, trying not to wake her baby as she carried him upstairs and entered the master bedroom. She gently set him down and pulled her panty off. Five minutes later, she was cumming all over her vibrating black dildo while staring at his sketchbook open to a picture of them fucking. She kept it up, not satisfied with just one orgasm, working it in and out of her pussy at maximum vibrate. “Aaah,” she whimpered, her hips rising off the bed as she came again, the room lighting up as lightning flashed outside. Semi-satisfied, she pulled the foot-long dildo out of her pussy and switched it off. She stared at her toy. It was lifelike, resembling a real black cock, but a poor substitute for the real thing. Still, it got the job done and kept her sane.
Claire put the dildo away and slipped under the sheets. The satin sheets caressed her nude body. She loved hearing the patter of rain on the roof and soon slipped off into sleep.
Claire woke up to a loud thunderclap. Lightning flashed outside but didn’t stop, lighting up her window. The lights remained on, not flickering, moving down her driveway. Not lightning, car lights! Claire sprang out of bed, going to her window. A car was coming down her driveway getting closer and she could see the taxi light on the roof.
There was a loud pounding on the door as she came down her stairs, tying her robe tight around her waist. “Hel…” She jumped when the knocking came again. “Hello?” The taxi had turned and was driving down the driveway.
“Claire?”
Calvin had kept a baseball bat by the door for security. She grabbed it, reaching for the knob. She pulled it slightly open. “Yes?” Lightning flashed and she was filled with fear as it illuminated the giant black man. Instinct told her to slam the door shut.
“Claire, it’s Clarence.”
Her grip tightened on the bat. “Wait, what? Clarence?”
“Yes, I got released today.” The thunderclap reached them and she jumped. It was pouring and he’d gotten soaked running for the porch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Oh, of course,” she said, stepping back and pulling the door open. “Come in.”
The giant black man strode into the house. He was so like Calvin and so different. His upper torso was as broad and muscular, but his lower torso matched his frame with long strong legs. He towered over her by half a foot, the same amount she’d towered over his brother. “Where is he?”
“Who?” she frowned.
“My nephew. I’d like to see my nephew.” He looked around, turning towards her. His eyes flickered down to her cleavage.
She’d drawn the robe tight around her waist and not only did it hug her voluptuous body, but the hem ended high on her thigh, showing off her shapely legs. Claire gulped at the hungry look in his eyes. She wondered if she’d made a mistake letting him in. He’d been in jail a long time and was looking at her like he wanted to rip the robe off her body. Would it be so bad if he did? “I’ll… I’ll go get him.”
She raced upstairs, wondering, no certain, his eyes were glued to her lithe legs, hoping to see up under her skirt, probably catching a glimpse of the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Calvin was still asleep in his crib. She lifted him gently and cradled him to her breast as she headed back downstairs. Clarence watched her come down, eyes now focused on the bundle in her arms. She walked up to him. “This is Calvin Jr. I call him Cal.”
“Cal,” he said softly, rearing back when she held her baby out to him. “I’ve never…”
“Take your nephew. It’s easy. Just cup a hand under his head.”
Clarence reached out nervously and took his brother’s son in his hands. He brought little Calvin up to his chest and broke down. The giant black man sobbed and tears began falling down his cheeks. “Calvin,” he said. The baby yawned, opening his eyes. His eyes went wide looking at the giant black man and then he smiled. Clarence sobbed again. “Cal, I’m your uncle Clarence.”
“You must be hungry,” said Claire. “Let me fix you some dinner.”
“Famished, but I don’t want to be a burden.” His eyes never left his nephew. He stared at the baby, tickling him and smiling every time the baby grinned. His eyes were glued to his nephew until the smell of the pot roast, heating in the microwave filled his broad nostrils. Then his eyes focused on the lovely woman in the short robe cooking him dinner. Clarence stared at the plate with the chunks of roast and the baked potato with butter slowly melting on it. He looked at the plate and down at the baby.
“You can hold the baby whenever you’d like,” she said, reaching out for her son. Claire carried Cal over to the refrigerator and grabbed Clarence a beer.
“This is the best meal I’ve had in years,” he grunted, more than halfway done his plate. His eyes fell on the beer and he drained half the bottle in one swig. It was Calvin’s favorite brand.
“Would you like seconds?”
“Yes, please?” He nodded his head, taking the baby from her so that she could heat another plate.
“Would you like a salad or vegetable?”
“Yes, please.”
She smiled. She had a bag of microwaveable corn and heated that while letting the butter melt on a second potato. She also doubled the amount of meat. So much for three days’ worth of leftovers, she thought. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I’m sorry,” he looked up from the baby and over at her. “But as I said, I had nowhere else to go.”
“I meant I thought you had years left on your sentence.”
“Prison reform,” he said, handing the baby back to her when she set the second full plate in front of her. “A lot of nonviolent offenders are getting released, especially ones with minor drug offenses.” He took a sip of the second beer. “I’ll look for a place to live tomorrow. I’ve got enough money to use as a security deposit.”
“Nonsense,” she told him. “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like. I’d say, me casa es su casa, but su casa es su casa. This is your home, more than mine.” She nodded towards the Custis ****** portrait on the wall. Clarence was now the only one in the picture living. “I feel like the intruder here.”
“Thank you.”
“Your room is the same as when you left it.” She scooped some salad into a bowl, taking her time with Calvin in one arm.
“Really?” Clarence ate a forkful of corn. “I’ll sleep there tomorrow. Mind if I sleep on the couch tonight?”
“The couch is too small for you, but sure.”
Clarence nodded. “I’d like to sleep in a big open space tonight.”
“I understand,” she said. “Let me get you a pillow and blanket. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.” When she returned with the blanket, Clarence had removed his shirt. She tried not to stare, but couldn’t help herself and he caught her. “Uh… I see you work out,” she said, lamely.
Clarence smirked. “Every day in the yard. Calvin challenged me to beat him in the muscle department when I got out.” Clarence raised his right arm and flexed, his huge bicep bulging out. “Guess we’ll never know who won.” He looked sad again.
“Trust me, you won,” she said, staring at his chest appreciatively. Her robe had loosened and he was staring back at her cleavage just as appreciatively. Cal reached out and closed his hand around her robe, pulling at it and revealing even more of her breast flesh. “Well, goodnight.” She pulled the robe tighter before her hungry child ******* a nipple.
“Goodnight,” he responded, nodding.
Claire climbed the stairs. Her nipples, ached, throbbing, and she sighed when Calvin clamped his lips around the closest one. With any luck, he’d fall asleep nursing. A spurt of milk shot out from her unoccupied nipple. She wasn’t so sure her nipples were hard just from a need to nurse or from her guest’s masculine presence.
Calvin did fall asleep and she placed Cal in his crib, pulling at the belt of her robe, she let it fall to the floor. Her body was aroused and she needed to cum again. Uncharacteristically, she pulled her dildo back out and laid down on the bed, switching it on. She moaned as she slowly inserted it inside her. Claire glanced at the door. She hadn’t locked it. Often, when not looking at Calvin’s art, she searched for “big black cock” images on her tablet and stared at them to help get her off. Tonight, she just stared at the door, fantasizing she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, a giant black man bursting into his parents’ old room. He stomped towards the bed, pulling the dildo out of her pussy as he pulled something even better out of his pants.
“AAAHHH!” she cried, cumming hard around the vibrating plastic.
**********
Claire tiptoed downstairs the next morning. She didn’t need it, but she applied some makeup. She wore her cutoff jean shorts that showed off her legs and she was barefoot. A short sleeveless tank top covered her torso and showed off navel and lower belly. She glanced in awe at her houseguest or roommate would be a better term. Clarence was asleep on the covers. He was still shirtless but had stripped down to boxer briefs. The briefs were tented out in a bulge every bit as enticingly big as his brother’s bulge had been. She took a deep breath through her nose, smelling the scent of semen in the room. He’d jerked off when she went to bed. The smell had her nipples poking out again, her arousal began flowing seconds later. It was a strong smell that she hadn’t enjoyed for some time now. It was a good smell. She was braless and prominent nipples including her areola were visible through her top.
Claire tried to be quiet in the kitchen. She mixed some batter and took a bag of bacon out of the refrigerator. She swore his broad nostrils woke Clarence up. She could hear his sniffing over the sizzling of the bacon. Clarence sat up and stood. He stretched, she tried not to glance at him. Finally, still half-naked, he strolled into the kitchen. “I don’t know what’s better, what my eyes are seeing, or what my nose is smelling.”
Claire blushed unsure if he was complimenting her looks or the stack of pancakes sitting on the table. His eyes were on her the nipples poking through her shirt, a shirt now clinging to her nipples as they began leaking milk. “Thank you,” she said. “Scrambled okay?”
“Scrambled is wonderful,” he replied, staring down at her cooking.
Upstairs, Cal started crying. The baby monitor in the living room picked it up. “Shit,” she said, looking up at the ceiling.
“I got him,” said Clarence. He turned and headed upstairs.
Claire’s eyes followed him, his ass in the briefs was as hot is the bulge in the front. She blushed again, trying to remember if she’d hid the dildo. Right now, he was storming into the master bedroom and seeing the long black dildo sitting on the bed. “She won’t be needing this anymore,” said his voice through the baby monitor. She pictured him picking the dildo up with both hands and snapping it in two.
No, she’d hid it back in the dresser.
Instead, his voice did come over the monitor. “Good morning Cal. It’s Uncle Clarence. Come here, little buddy.” And then the sound of Cal laughing.
Maybe it would be nice to have a man around the house and someone to help her with Cal? He came downstairs carrying his nephew with a delighted look on his face. Cal laughed again seeing his mother, reaching out for her. “Help yourself,” she told Clarence, taking her son.
“You’re amazing,” said Clarence, filling his plate.
“Don’t look,” she told him. “Cal’s hungry.” She sat down across from him with a towel over her chest, pulling one shoulder strap down, with embarrassing nursing sounds quickly coming from under the towel. “Save me one pancake and strip of bacon.”
“Sorry,” he apologized.
“Don’t be. Eat up. I can make more if you’d like.”
“This is plenty, thank you.” He ate a few bites, trying not to stare at her nursing. “You know, Calvin had one dying wish, Claire.”
“Your brother had a lot of dying wishes,” she snorted.
“Maybe, but I know he wanted a son more than anything in the world.” He went back to eating.
Claire nodded, feeling sad again. “So, what are your plans?” she asked.
“I’ll need wheels and a phone. I want to try to find a job today.”
“Sounds good. Calvin’s car is in the garage. I don’t think, he’s driven it in years. I can take you to the DMV to get it tagged and your license renewed. You can have Calvin’s phone and tablet too.”
“That would be great,” said Clarence, cleaning his plate. He looked up, staring. Claire had pushed Calvin aside and was pulling up the strap on her top, covering her bare breast. Wet bullseyes surrounded both nipples through her top.
“A messy necessity,” she said, blushing again. Would you like some milk with breakfast? She thought. He reached for her breast, but the hand she was following close on his glass of orange juice. He seemed as embarrassed as she was. Claire excused herself to put a bra on and change her top.
Claire drove Clarence to the DMV and waited with Cal while Clarence got his license renewed. The rest of the morning, he spent in the garage tinkering with Calvin’s car. He stopped for lunch, borrowed her car to run to the auto parts store, and soon was backing his brother’s car out of the garage, heading back to the DMV to update the registration.
Clarence returned at dinner time. “Fuck, that smells good,” he said, walking in the house. “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” said Claire. “Porkchops and stuffing.”
“Keep feeding me this well and I ain’t never gonna leave.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, finishing dinner. “I need a man around.” Claire paused a moment. “And I was hoping you’d be involved in Cal’s life, but don’t feel obligated if you want your own place.”
“Claire, you couldn’t keep me away. That little guy is all the ****** I have left.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, gratefully. “How’d things go?” She set the table as Clarence sat down. She’d sat Calvin’s phone and tablet at the head of the table.
“Great,” said Clarence, turning the phone on. “The car is registered and I found a job.”
“What? That is great news. Where?”
“The car mechanic down near Walmart. I was always good with cars and worked in the prison garage.”
“You knew Calvin’s password?” She asked, watching him access both the phone and tablet.
Clarence smirked. “LXIX. The same he always used.” The black man filled his plate and dug in. “When I start getting paid, I want to pay my share of the expenses.”
“Your brother left me plenty…”
“I insist,” said Clarence. “It’s a man thing. Delicious Claire. Are all your meals this good?”
“Thanks,” she said. Calvin started crying at that moment. She was mostly finished eating and pushed her plate back. When she came back with her son, Clarence had cleared the table and was filling the dishwasher. “Clarence, you don’t have to do all that, but I appreciate it.” The giant black man had been here a day and already more helpful and complimenting of her then Tom had been.
“My mama taught me right.” He dried his hands. “I’m going to go get a shower.”
Claire nodded, staring at his ass as he ascended the stairs. She carried Cal to the living room and fed him while searching for a movie to stream. She hoped they could share the couch and watch a movie together that night. She was disappointed when he came back downstairs. Clarence had shaved and showered. He was wearing a tight short sleeve short that showed off his biceps. It was tucked into his jeans and he was wearing a belt. She could smell cologne. “Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m going to go hit the Home Plate and maybe Finn’s. Wherever the action is.”
“Oh.”
“That okay with you?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“It’s fine. I just thought we might watch a movie.”
“Some other time,” he said. “Claire I been in jail a long time.”
“And you don’t want to be cooped up in here with me?”
“And I pretty much need to get laid.”
“OH! Of course.” She felt hurt for some reason. Thunder rumbled outside again. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him good luck, but she said, “Be careful.”
“I will. Thanks.”
Claire felt sad when he left. She shouldn’t be jealous and she certainly didn’t think it appropriate that she was attracted to the brother of her father’s child. She tried streaming a movie, but couldn’t concentrate on it. She kept picturing Clarence in his briefs. Calvin had told her that he had a huge black cock and had a lot more experience than his older brother had. Damn, it was going to be hard sharing a home with such a stud.
Claire spent some time with Cal and retired to her room. She laid nude on her bed and closed her eyes picturing Clarence in his briefs again as she used her trusty dildo. Sometimes she saw herself riding Calvin and sometimes he morphed back into Clarence. She wasn’t sure which brother she was thinking of when she came hard around her dildo. Satisfied, she put the dildo away and quickly fell asleep to the pattering of rain.
**********
A loud thunderclap woke her just as lights lit up the curtain in her room. Clarence was home. She glanced at her clock. 1:30 am, just after last call. Claire slipped out of bed and peeked out her window. It was Clarence and he was alone. She smiled. Looks like he’d struck out.
Claire laid back down on the bed, nude. She posed, staring at her door and hoping he’d come to check on her or peek in and tell her he was home. She heard him climbing the stairs. He did seem to pause at the top and she held her breath in anticipation, but instead, his steps receded and she heard him enter his old bedroom.
Claire sighed and stared at the roof listening to the rain. Well, if he wasn’t going to check on her, then she could check on him, tell him Cal had kept her awake. She sat up and pulled her robe on. She tried to be quiet opening the door. She could see down the hall, his bedroom door was open, light on, so he was awake. She tiptoed down to his room and peeked around the door jam. Claire’s eyes widened and she tried not to gasp at what she was seeing.
Clarence was laying in his bed, the covers pulled down under his genitalia. He was holding his erect cock up with several fingers of his left hand. It was the embodiment of pure perfection. Clarence’s dark black cock resembled his brother’s in size and power. The head was longer and more serpentine then Calvin’s rounded bulbous cock head which made Clarence’s cock slightly longer. It could have been slightly thicker too, but she couldn’t tell from the angle nor could she see how massive his balls were though his legs were spread suggesting they were quite large. Claire’s body began responding to the sight of it. Immediately arousal flowed freely down his thighs even as her nipples hardened and started leaking.
The large black man spit in his right hand and began coating the head of his cock with saliva. He added some more saliva as he began coating the fat shaft of his steel rod. The large hand gliding up and down the shaft covered too much of the huge black cock, but it was still mesmerizing to watch him slowly jerk off, picking up speed. His head turned. Claire started to jerk back out of sight, but he had turned his head away from her and was staring at Calvin’s tablet leaning against the wall. The image showed a buxom woman, some porn star or bikini model or… Claire focused her eyes on the image. The picture was of her in her bikini posing in the yard for Calvin. Clarence had zoomed in on the image so that her body filled the screen.
Claire ducked back, leaning against the wall in the hallway. She could hear Clarence making small grunting noises. He could be jerking off to any image he wanted to on the web, but instead, he was jerking off to a picture of her. Her heartbeat and breathing increased. He wanted her. She wanted that cock. But was it appropriate? Her body needed that cock. She should wait and see if something natural developed between the two of them. She wanted that cock. Or she could take the bull by the horns or the black bull by the cock and just go for it. She wanted that cock. NOW!”
Clarence jumped when he heard the knock on the door. He yanked the blanket up and pulled the tablet down to cover the screen. “Yes?”
“Hey, sorry, I heard you come home and saw you were up,” she said appearing in the doorway. “You left your door open.”
“Don’t like feeling locked in.”
“No luck tonight?” she stepped into the room.
“Nope,” he grunted. “Neither Finn’s nor the Home Plate were crowded. I think the storm kept people home tonight.”
“Good,” she said. “I’m glad you didn’t get lucky.”
“You are?”
“I know you have needs, Clarence. Well, a girl got needs too.” Claire pulled the belt, loosening her robe. It came open, displaying a strip of flesh down her front. His eyes stared down at her chestnut-haired bush. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and his eyes left her pussy to take in her large breasts. “Unless you think it’s too weird or inappropriate?” She stepped closer.
“It’s not weird.” Clarence pulled the cover down and lifted his cock up. “And I think I got what you need?”
“That’s exactly what I need,” she said, falling to her knees beside the bed. She leaned over and stared at him while her lips kissed the tip to his cock. Her tongue twirled around the crown eliciting a loud groan from Clarence. She engulfed the head in her mouth, trying to keep a hold of it as she climbed onto the bed. She failed, the cock slapping hard down on Clarence’s stomach, but she quickly pulled it back up as she kneeled between the large black man’s legs. Claire opened her mouth and took the head inside again. Soon, she was bobbing her head, swallowing more and more of the thick black cock down her throat. Clarence was slowly thrusting his cock still groaning. She was out of practice, but her experience came back fast and soon her lips were kissing his pubes. She slowly sucked back up, holding the shaft as it left her mouth. “I love sucking big black cock,” she said, looking up at him.
“It shows,” he moaned.
“Anytime you want a blow job, just ask,” she said, taking the head back in her mouth and sucking a third of his cock rapidly.
“Oh god,” he moaned, lifting his upper body. He reached down and grabbed her wrist. “As great as this is, I want more than a blow job.” He pulled her up.
His cock slapped back down on his stomach. “I want more too.” Claire kissed his scrotum and licked up his shaft, crawling forwards, kissing his cock head, his hard abdominals, his chest, neck, her lips met his, both their tongues hungrily fighting before she broke contact. Claire kissed his flat African nose, between his eyes, her pussy sliding up his shaft. Claire reared up.
“JESUS CHRIST!” growled Clarence, as her firm EE were thrust into his face. “Look at these titties.” His hands ran down the curves of her breasts, squeezing the ends so that her nipples expanded out in his grip. Clarence raised his head and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth just as she pushed her pussy down around the tip of his cock. They both moaned in pleasure. She held his head to her chest as she pushed her pussy back into his shaft. “FUUHHCCKK!” He groaned as she arched her back, pushing down on his shaft.
“Cumming,” she gasped as she sat down onto the base of his shaft. Her pussy squeezed down around this new cock just as little jets of milk shot from her nipples. “Fuck, black cock is so good,” she moaned, gasping for breath. “I’m gonna fuck that black cock good.”
“Ride it, gurl,” he moaned, grabbing her waist and helping pull her as she rode his shaft. “My black cock likes that white pussy,” he told her. She whimpered in pleasure. “Bring those big ass titties closer.”
“AAAHHH!” she screamed, cumming hard around his cock again when his lips sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She felt her milk squirt across his tongue. He seemed to love it, sucking harder and lifting his hips into her every time his strong hands pulled her down. “AAAGAIN!” More milk shot into his mouth. Clarence switched nipples fucking her faster, harder. “Cumming AGAIN!” An even stronger jet of milk filled his mouth as her orgasm rocked her body and she fell limply in his hands.
Clarence released her nipple, kissing it as he slowly worked his cock around waiting for her to recover. When she finally lifted her head, he grunted, “Hang on.”
“Aah!” she squealed in shock as he flipped her over on her back. His cock flew up from her pussy, dripping with her arousal. He kneeled between her legs, bending his cock back down and pushing the head into her pussy. Clarence grabbed her under the knees and lifted her ass off the bed pulling her into his cock. He started thrusting his hips, fucking her slowly. “OHMYGOD,” she gasped, staring up his body in awe. His brother couldn’t have fucked her like this and Claire found herself dominated by Clarence’s big black cock. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck my pussy, Clarence. Cumming.” Her pussy tried to hold his cock still as she came all around it. “Keep fucking my… your pussy. It’s your pussy now. Fuck your pussy.” Claire cried out again as she came all over his cock.
“Gonna bust a nut in my pussy,” he grunted, face straining as he fucked her hard.
“Oh my god, yes,” she moaned, thrashing her head from side to side. “Seed your pussy, lover.”
“FFUUCCKK!!” He slammed forward, holding her legs tight as his first load of cum filled her womb.
“YYYEEESSS!” she screamed. For a moment, Claire found herself staring up at Calvin, and she gazed lovingly upon the face of the father of her son. The big one? She asked.
“The really big orgasm you have when I fill your womb up with my seed.” He told her.
The big one wracked her body. It hadn’t even occurred to her to make Clarence sheath his magnificent cock nor would she ever ask him to. Each burst of sperm kept her orgasm going. Her tits quivered, shooting jets of milk into the air with each jerk of his cock. Her pussy squeezed down and exploded around his pulsing shaft, muscles gripping him tightly trying to milk every drop of his seed from the huge balls and there was a lot of seed.
The big one! God, she’d missed the big one.
“Dayumn,” groaned Clarence, pulling his spent cock out of her. He squeezed up the shaft, milking one final shot of semen from the head that sprayed her stomach and tits. He let go and his cock fell on her crotch and stomach.
“Wow,” she gasped, staring up at this amazing stud. He was staring down at her body equally impressed. His semen began leaking out of her pussy and dripping on his bed. “I guess I should clean up.”
“Guess so,” he said, but he didn’t move. He continued staring at his floppy cock laying across her pubes and belly, at her tits, and her lovely face. “Guess so,” he said, again, moving aside.
Claire climbed to her feet, cupping her hands between his legs as she hurried off to the hallway bathroom. She spent twenty minutes in the shower trying to force as much of his seed out of her, but afterward, her womb still sloshed with his fertile seed.
Claire found herself embarrassed and thought about wrapping a towel around her body. Instead, she walked naked back into his room. Clarence was sitting up on his side, one leg cocked. His spent cock hung down over the side, soft, but still a foot long. Wow, she thought, staring at his body. His eyes were staring back at hers. She bent down and retrieved her robe. “I meant what I said, Clarence.”
“What was that?”
“You owned my pussy. Your pussy will be in the master bedroom whenever you want it.”
He nodded.
Claire turned, clutching her robe and made for the door. She heard the bed creak as he got up. She glanced back as he followed her, black banana cock swinging from thigh to thigh.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?” He said.
His cock was already rising again as he followed her into her bedroom.
**********
“And he never left.” Claire looked up at the white clouds moving quickly through the blue sky in the breeze. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and continued. “Clarence had been without a woman for seven years and he told me he wanted to make up for the lost time. We fucked five times a day for two months. He loved fucking doggy style and was delighted when I asked him to fuck my ass. He was dominant in bed, yet affectionate.” She smiled remembering all the times' Clarence had taken control in bed, rubbing her feet and massaging her lovingly afterward until she fell asleep. “It wasn’t long before I was pregnant again. Clarence was delighted and proposed a week later. I was seven months pregnant when I became Mrs. Claire Custis. My *** came around reluctantly and gave me away. Clarence loved the outdoors after being locked up for seven years as did my *** and they ended up hitting it off. They started going on fishing trips together, taking Cal along when he got older, including Clarence Jr when he got old enough to accompany them.”
Claire kneeled in the grass and started digging a hole with a trowel. “Clarence was a great husband and father, loving Cal as much as he did his own son. He wasn’t perfect. He cheated on me. About once a month, he and his coworkers would go out drinking at the Home Plate. When word got out that he was out of jail, women started coming around looking for him, ex-girlfriends, and former classmates. Liz, that bitch, was working as a waitress there. She’d call me or stop by the house to rat out Clarence. I think she wanted to start trouble between us. She still wasn’t a fan of blacks and always got a funny look on her face whenever she saw little Cal and Clarence. She swore Clarence was usually just minding his own business, drinking with his friends, and couldn’t understand why all those women kept throwing themselves at him. I made the mistake of telling her.”
Claire placed the marigolds in the hole she’d dug and spread the remaining dirt around. “She didn’t believe me when I held my hands apart fourteen inches to describe his cock, but the next time, Clarence went out drinking, I’m pretty sure it was Liz’s car I saw dropping him off at 4 am and many times after that. I don’t think she hates black men anymore.” Claire smirked, remembering Calvin’s story about how his brother’s girlfriend in high school’s bragging on his prowess led to him fucking a lot the girls in his senior class. “I blame myself for that hookup. I shouldn’t have told her.”
“One day I was driving by my old shop and on a whim, I pulled over and walked through it. The next day I brought Clarence by and showed it to him, telling him about my failed business. We stepped outside and I said, “imagine turning my shop into an office and waiting room. Now imagine a garage next door.” He didn’t know anything about running a business, but I did. A year later, Custis Car Care was open for business. I ran the office and did the books; he ran the garage and the mechanics. We thrived, turned a profit fairly quickly and I’m proud to say, we’re looking into opening a second shop.” Claire stood back up and brushed her knees off.
“Well, about five years in, I decided I wanted another baby. Clarence was reluctant. He wanted to start traveling. He had grand plans of buying an RV and visiting all the natural parks. He really loves the outdoors. He did think it was hot as hell fucking again when I was off birth control. Ten months later, Clarice was born. He was smitten the first time he lifted his ******** in his arms. He stopped going out drinking with the guys and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t cheated on me since.”
“We took a new ****** portrait and it hangs in the living room where the old Custis ****** portrait once hung. The old one now hangs at the top of the stairs. I love my life and ****** and couldn’t be happier. Clarice just turned four, Clarence is seven, Cal is nine now and you’ll be thrilled that he takes after me in height.” Claire sighed. “And if you’re wondering, even at forty-two, I’m still hot as hell.”
“Hotter,” said a deep voice behind her.
Claire turned around. “How long have you been listening?”
“Long enough,” he smiled sadly. Clarence had a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“How did you know I was here?”
“Cal told me you visit ever anniversary of my brother’s death.” Clarence stepped up, looking down at his brother’s grave. “You should have told me. I’d have liked to come with you.” He opened the champagne and poured some in the two plastic glasses. Clarice ran past chasing Clarence. Cal walked silently up behind them, staring down at the stone with his father’s name on it.
“Sorry. I like to come by and recap our life and fill him in on the past year. You can come next year.”
Clarence nodded and handed Claire a glass. He held it up. “To Calvin Custis. Thank you for bringing this wonderful woman into my life. Thank you for my children. Your son is amazing. I tell him about his father all the time. He’s tall, but unfortunately has your looks.” He smiled and then sobbed. “I miss you brother.” He wiped his eyes and held the glass out. “To Calvin.”
“To Calvin,” said Claire, a tear rolling down her cheek. They clinked glasses and drained their champagne.
Clarence held the bottle out and poured a little on his brother’s grave. He walked past the grave. “And to you mom and ***.” He poured some on his parent’s joint tombstone. “I know I disappointed you, but I hope you're proud of me now. These three rug rats are your grandkids.”
“I’m sure they’re very proud of you,” said Claire, taking her husband’s arm. “Let’s go. Cal, round up your brother and sister.” She turned towards her car. “What the hell is that?” she asked, looking at the large RV parked behind her.
“What was that you said about grand plans?” he replied. “The kids are old enough and I’m dying to see the country.”
Claire laughed. “You’re right, but it looks like it will be crowded.”
“I got some tents so that we can have our fun time.” They made their way through the graveyard. “I’m sorry I cheated on you, Claire,” he said, sheepishly.
She gave her husband a reassuring smile. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me, but people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. If I hadn’t cheated on Tom, I’d never have had Calvin or met you. Your brother was sleeping with a married woman…”
“Bangin’ Mrs. Barnes,” grunted Clarence. “Mmmmmm.”
“Shut up.” She sighed. “No, I didn’t like it. Mostly, I was worried you might have knocked one of them up. We both know you won’t wear a condom.”
“Nope,” Clarence smirked. “Still, I’m sorry. You’re all I need in a woman. Smart too. Is that why you kept everything in your name?”
“Gotta protect what’s yours. Am I right, that you haven’t cheated since Clarice was born?” Claire looked up at her husband. He nodded. Having a ******** made him grow up a little. “And my friend Liz?” He nodded again and Claire swore his black cheeks turned darker with embarrassment. “What did you think of her?”
“She was alright.”
“Seriously, tell me. Was she a good lay? She’s pretty good looking. Hated blacks though.”
Clarence hesitated, probably worried his words might get him in trouble. “She was a great fuck once she got over her fear of the BBC. And yeah, she’s gorgeous though she doesn’t hold a candle to you. And let’s just say, she doesn’t hate blacks anymore though she did like calling me the “N” word.”
“Oh, Clarence, I’m sorry.” She reached out and took his hand.
“Don’t be. It was actually pretty hot. And she didn’t call me the “N” word exactly, she called my cock the “N” word. Like how you always talk about sucking or fucking my big black cock only she’d replace black with,” He made finger quotes, “nigga.” He thought it over a moment. “It would start with her acting like she was fucking beneath her station to her screaming out that she was a slut for big nigga cock. Yeah, pretty hot.”
“I see,” said Claire jealously, but she squeezed his hand reassuringly. She’d scene Liz in a bikini many times and pictured her friend’s nude body screaming out for her husband’s nigga cock as she discovered what a big orgasm was. She also remembered her own time with Liz in the closet. “You should call her.”
Clarence stopped in surprise, releasing her hand. Claire kept walking. “You want me to sleep with her again?”
“She’s an old friend. I was thinking we could have her over for dinner.” Claire said, without looking behind her.
“You sure that’s wise?”
Claire finally glanced behind her. “I was thinking I might like to try a three-way.” She smiled at his expression, turned away, and headed towards her car.
Claire heard the kids running up, still laughing. “Daddy daddy, come on.” Cal and Clarence took his hands trying to pull him after their mother.
Little Clarice was the last voice. “Daddy, why’s your mouth hanging open?”
THE END
