Heather Brown - Blow girl

With his enormous black cock still in my mouth, he shifted around so that he was now lying with his massive dark body on top of me with his monstrous black balls in my face, and his face buried deeply in my cunt. From the feel of it, his tongue seemed almost as large as his prick as he drove it deeply inside my cunt so that I felt like I was actually being fucked. It was such an exhilarating feeling, I reciprocated by swallowing that massive black prick completely, somehow managing to keep from choking to death as my hands kneaded those smoldering black balls of his.

Suddenly I felt his tongue leave my cunt, and then an even more exhilarating feeling spread through me as he began jamming that monster tongue of his up my asshole. Oh my God, I thought, he must have at least five inches of tongue up my ass! I greedily attempted to get even more by matching his probes with strenuous upward thrusts of my own against his face, trying to bury his tongue to its roots in my asshole, which was getting as hot as my cunt. When he resumed finger-fucking my cunt while continuing to tongue-fuck my asshole, the entire area of my body from the small of my back, down, around, and back up again to my navel, felt like a white-hot ember about ready to explode into a million pieces.

But before I passed out from the sheer ecstasy of what he was doing to me, I knew I had to experience that big black cock inside my cunt and gallons of his bubbling jism splattering all over my insides. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me with your big black cock!" I cried lasciviously. "Come inside me, I went that big black monster inside me!" mb_ts.txt Dream Maker 3.paHe lifted his head out of the cradle of my thighs and stood up and faced me spread-legged, his hands on his hips and his cock standing straight out. As I looked at his imposing body I couldn't help but have the sudden thought that I was about to find out what it would be like to be fucked by the Jolly Green Giant.

"Okay, baby," he panted, "you asked for it. I'm gonna jam this black cannon all the way up your lily-white cunt into your stomach and out your mouth."

Oh God, I thought, if only he could!

He abruptly pulled my legs over my head, and when they were straight up in the air he grabbed them by the ankles and pulled them as far apart as they would go. He brutally came down an me, savagely hurling his huge cock its full length up my gaping cunt. I could feel my insides straining to accommodate him as he shoved harder and harder, pushing deeper and deeper with his giant prick. I hooked my upturned legs around his neck with my ankles, and shoved my pelvis back at his loins so that he could fuck me even deeper. I could feel his balls squashing between our bodies as I screamed, "Harder, harder! Oh God,rip me apart!"

Then I completely lost control of my body as my nervous system went wild. My pelvis seemed to have a mind of its own as it thrust spasmodically upward to meet his plunges, thrusting higher and higher, harder and harder. Our crotches were apparently engaged in an erotic shoving match to the death. His face became a dark blur as images of sparks and lightning invaded my consciousness. I felt like I was expanding to infinite proportions, filled with copious sticky fluids; and then I burst, flooding the universe with a cascade of foaming, bubbling cream. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I screamed.

At that moment he withdrew his jackhammering cock and thrust it into my face, just in time to spurt an enormous load of jism as snowy white as he was black against my nose and lips, into my hair, and down my neck and onto my tits. I grabbed his cock before it could go limp and gobbled it up, sucking out the sticky sweet cum that was left in it. Amazingly, he spurted again, filling my mouth with scalding jism to such an extent that it began to trickle out of the corners of my lips. I slurped down his cum, with his prick still throbbing in my mouth. Then I removed his cock from my mouth and began to fondle and kiss it, still amazed at its power and size. This was really black power.

I had a lot of "lock trouble" after my first meeting with Luther, and I always relied on good old Triple A. My excuse was that being with Luther made the time that Red was gone seem bearable, and, somehow, surprisingly, it seemed to improve my relationship with Red. Now when he came home I wasn't moody and depressed. Even the men at work noticed that my spirits had picked up.

Despite the fact that my access to Luther had made Red's schedule bearable, I still hoped eventually things would be worked out so that Red and I could live like other people, with regular hours and a family of our own. My relationship with Luther was merely for sex. Whenever I would start to feel restless I would call up Triple A and ask for him. He would tell his boss it was a call about a lock and be on his way over. When he got to my apartment we never said much; in fact, we'd never gotten around to even having that cup of coffee. He would step in the door, say hello, and almost immediately take off his pants, revealing that enormous black cock. Usually he didn't even bother to undress me, just throwing up my skirt and sucking and fucking as if he couldn't wait, or 000be was in a hurry. I took to not wearing any panties when I knew he was coming so he could fuck me easier, and because I couldn't afford to keep buying new pairs when he ripped them off.

Then, one day I decided I wasn't going to make any more calls to Triple A. Leading a normal life was still my main objective, and seeing Luther was just lulling me into inaction that prevented me from getting what I really wanted. Finally, one day I saw a way to move toward the kind of life that was my goal, a life with Red home to be a father to the children we were going to have. I made this decision in the aftermath of Red's having been home for twenty-four hours and then leaving again for another run. When he had first come home I had walked into the apartment from work to find him sitting at the table just finishing a letter. He was sealing the envelope when I opened the door. He had stuck it in his coat pocket, saying, "I dashed off a note to Mom. Remind me to send it."

The next day when he was gone again, I remembered the letter still in his coat pocket in the closet. I went over and took it out, noticing its Oregon address. What was his mother like? I wondered. I wished I could meet her, that she could know Red and I were married. His family was really my family, too.

I decided on the spur of the moment to write to his mother. ii felt that if I told her how much I loved her son, a dialogue would be started that would surely lead to her acceptance of our marriage and an understanding between everyone involved so that we could be the one big happy family I was sure we were intended to be. I wouldn't come right out and tell her we were married in the first letter; I just wanted her to know how much Red and I cared for each other.

When I was finished, I dropped both my letter and Red's original one into the mail box on the corner, certain I had done the right thing. I was sure Red wouldn't mind.

I never found out how Red reacted to it, because four days later, on a Sunday afternoon while Red was off on a run, I received a personal response to my letter from a pretty, brown-haired, magnificently pregnant young woman.

"Did you send this letter?" she asked nervously when I opened the door, holding it up in front of me with a trembling hand.

I nodded, bewildered. I recognized my handwriting. It was the letter I'd sent, all right, but I had sent it to Red's mother.

"May I come in?" she asked quietly. "I received this letter from you Friday. I'm Mrs. Red Mason."

"Mrs. Red Mason?" I repeated incredulously, suddenly feeling sick.

"May I come in?" She sounded as sick as I felt.

"Yes… yes… of course," I stammered. "You're married to Red?"