Al Grover was good at selling new cars, a proven fact as he had been the top salesman in the L.A. midtown dealership for the past year. Over the years, he had come to learn just who to cater to, giving them an extremely good deal, especially if that person could bring in future business. With popularity of SUV’s increasing dramatically over the past few years, Al enjoyed seeing his commissions increase substantially in size. But what Al enjoyed most with the upswing in the SUV’s popularity was the increase of beautiful women, coming in to view and test drive the new models, lovely married beauties with young children.
On this particular afternoon, after getting a call from one of his good customers, Al figured that the potential sale to the party he was sending over would be a non-profit one of which he’d have to chalk up to goodwill. The fellow who had called him, Robert Churchill, had bought several cars and an SUV from him over the past few years. Now, the guy was asking a favor of him, advising that he sat on the board of some church and sought a bargain deal for the pastor of tat church. Hearing that the church would be paying for the new vehicle, Al assured the man that he’d waive his commission on the deal, plus do the best he could on the trade in of an old station wagon the pastor would be bringing in. Al sighed in total disgust as he would be working for free on this fucking sale.
At the time the pastor would be showing up at the dealership, Al looked out the window and saw an old blue wagon pulling into the lot. Seeing the man get out of the driver’s side, Al sized the fellow up to be in his early to mid-thirties, looking rather square and exactly as he had anticipated a pastor to be. Then the other doors of the wagon opened up and two young children appeared out of the back. Al hook his head, wondering what kind of commotion those rugrats would create, with the young boy seeming to be about 6 years old and the girl about a year younger, both dressed in soccer uniforms.
But as the children’s mother stepped out of the front passenger’s door, Al’s jaw dropped wide open in total awe. ‘Damn, what a fuck’n beautiful little bitch!’ Al muttered to himself as he gazed upon the nicely dressed woman in her pink dress and white 3″ heels. ‘Shit, I should become a fuck’n preacha if that’s what it takes to land a fuck’n sexy beauty like that!’ he pondered. One thing that always turned Al on was a lovely sophisticated beauty! And this lovely woman certainly had him turned on, not a fucking plain Jane as evidenced by the throbbing length growing in his pants. Mentally stripping the young wife and mother of her clothing, Al could only dream of crawling up onto the beauty’s soft sexy body, imagining her hand pushing at him in an attempt to escape his lust.
Introducing himself and shaking Pastor Hasting’s hand, Al gazed at the lovely wife who was instructing the children to behave themselves. Then, upon being introduced to the succulent blonde beauty, Al felt his cock jerking madly as he took the soft petite manicured hand in his much larger one. He could only wish and dream of having this beauty’s hand on his throbbing boner. Putting on the charm, chatting with the couple and showing them the features of the SUV, Al listened as the pastor asked “Well, Melanie, how’d do you like this to drive around with? It’d sure beat all the problems the wagon is giving us now?”
Upon being introduced to Mr. Grover, Melanie swallowed as she looked up at the big towering man who would be showing them the new car, feeling so tiny as her petite hand was enveloped in his large black one. The man appeared so overwhelming to her, over a foot taller than her, causing her to stammer “How ……………how do you do, Mr. Gro ……..Grover!” Her body shuddered as his hand held onto hers for much longer than customary, causing her heart to thump madly in her chest as her breathing nearly stopped at this point.
Melanie was glad that the children began acting up a bit and running onto the showroom floor, allowing her to run after them and away from the rather overpowering black salesman. There were many black men and women in her husband’s congregation, so Al Grover was not the first black man she’d come into contact with. But for some unknown reason, this man seemed all so powerful to her, towering more than a foot over her with that confident smile on his face that totally unnerved her.
With the lovely wife getting in behind the wheel, Al stood next to her husband and watched as the pastor’s wife attempted to adjust her carseat. Seeing the sexy beauty struggling to move her seat forward, Al rushed forward to assist. In doing so, Al moved right up next to her, just inches away from her petite and succulent body. Knowing the luxury car inside and out, he could have found the button to adjust the seat blindfolded. Pretending to bend down to locate the button, knowing the effect he was having upon her as he heard her suddenly pant for breath, Al’s eyes widened as they focused upon the milky white thighs now bared just above the knees of the young wife.
Licking his lips, Al wished that he could lift her skirt just a few inches more and bury his face up into her panty covered crotch. Never had he seen such long beautiful flawless legs such as the sexy pair just inches away from him. ‘Damn, I jest gotta git me a piece of this sexy little bitch! Bet this limp-dick pastor she’s married to ain’t got nothing to compare with Big Al! Ohhhh, baby ………………….I’d sure as hell’d luv to hear ya screaming when I shove it up yer tight little twat!’ he chuckled to himself.
Frozen in the driver’s seat, Melanie fought to get her breath as she could now feel the hot breath of the salesman’s upon her thigh. ‘Oh, God ………………..oh, God!’ she shuddered, praying that the man would move away from her. Something about this man told her that he was pure evil, that she should get as far away from him and as quickly as possible.
Taking the couple into his office, as the children played out front in a small play area was set aside for such a situation, Al wished that he could find some way to get into the beautiful bitch’s tight little panties. Making chit-chat with the pastor, asking about his congregation, Al then got the pitch he had been expecting to come and visit the church on a Sunday. He also learned that the pastor’s lovely wife taught Sunday school at the church and that she also helped out in decorating the church when not called on by the nearby schools as a substitute teacher.
Advising that he would have someone drive the car around the block and appraise it, Al watched as the trusting pastor set the keys upon his desk. Having called for the new apprentice in training, Al normally would have the young man take the car for a spin and do the appraisal. However, seeing the ring of keys on his desk, Al could make out one being a housekey. After introducing the young salesman to the Hastings, Al advised “Jerry, you need to learn how to fill out these forms! This would be a good opportunity for you to learn by asking Pastor Hastings and his wife the necessary questions. Tell you what, I’ll do the car appraisal this time and check over the paperwork when I get back!”
Telling the beautiful young wife and her pastor husband he’d be back in fifteen minutes or so while they filled out the paperwork, Al departed out to their station wagon. Getting into the old wagon, Al started it up and pulled out of the lot. Rounding the corner, he then pulled up to the hardware store and parked the car. Getting out, he then sorted through the keys, finding the one he was looking for. Going into the hardware store, he smiled at Harry who owned the store and held the housekey up for a duplicate to be made.
Pulling back into the dealership’s parking lot, Al chuckled at the stupidity of the trusting pastor who had handed him the set of keys. ‘Preacher …………..ya jest way too trusting a man! Heh, heh …………….giving me the key that’ll let git me into yer purty little wife’s panties! Damn, I can’t wait to git those fuck’n sexy white legs wrapped around me!’ he thought. Going back into the sales office, Al then advised the pastor that he’d see to it that they’d get the high end of the blue book for the old station wagon.
With the pastor thanking him for obtaining the top blue book value, Al smiled at him and advised “It’s the least I can do fer ya and yer beautiful wife!” Going over the paperwork that had been filled out, Al made sure he could read the home address. Knowing the general area where the church was located, he then asked the pastor how close he lived to the church and learned that he and his family lived just a couple of blocks away.
Off out in the showroom, the two youngsters could be heard arguing with each other, causing both parents to turn and look at what was taking place. With the lovely beauty turning a bit in her chair, the sight of her white thighs being bared by the movement had Al’s eyes riveted to the sexy sight. To Al’s delight, as the concerned mother leaned back to try and peer over to where the children’s came form, she had unconsciously parted her thighs and given him a clear shot up to her lacy white panties.
Seeing the youngsters bickering with each other, Melanie felt that she should go on out to keep them company, especially since all the paperwork had already been signed. As she turned to excuse herself, while Boyd was still looking towards the location of the children, Melanie gasped upon seeing that the lewd salesman’s eyes were focused in her direction ………….down towards her legs and trying to peer up under the hem of her dress. Glancing down, seeing her legs spread open a bit and that her dress had moved up from her earlier movements, Melanie felt a warm flush of embarrassment come over her.
Quickly pulling down the hem of her pink dress, tightly closing her open thighs, Melanie stammered “Ex …………..ex …………excuse me while I go and check on the children!” Seeing the lewd salesman lift his eyes up to hers, along with that knowing smile, Melanie was both embarrassed and upset at the audacity of this ogling and brazen man. Exiting the room quickly, heart pounding madly in her chest, Melanie wanted to go back in and tell her husband that they should leave immediately and not go through with the purchase of the SUV.
Glancing back towards the sales office as she slowly made her way towards the children, Melanie wished that the papers weren’t signed, not wanting to have that awful man make any commissions on the sale of the vehicle. ‘My God ……………..what an awful man! He was so evil, not even having the decency to turn away when I caught him looking up my dress! God ………………..he ……………he just leered at me and had the nerve to smirk when he saw that I had caught him at it!’ she thought.
Station wagon traded in, riding back home in the nifty new SUV, Melanie did not feel the joy and exhilaration that the rest of her family was exhibiting. With the children climbing in from the rear door on the driver’s side, as their father helped them up into the vehicle, Melanie had stepped up into the front passenger seat as Al Grover held the front passenger door open for her.
When Mr. Grover had said loudly “Let me show you a feature with the seatbelt, Mrs. Hastings!” she froze upon feeling his hand touch her bare thigh just above her knee. “This is how you adjust it ……………………!” the man continued, but it was merely to draw off any suspicion from her husband as the salesman’s hand caressed her, brazenly sliding up under the hem of her dress. All Melanie could was gasp in her surprise at the audacity of this man’s absurdity, unable to do anything to prevent his bold caresses.
Unable to yell out, nor scream, all Melanie could do was to clasp her hand down over her dress and try to keep the caressing hand from advancing any further. She captured his hand that was under her dress, holding it still, but Melanie was unable to prevent his thick middle finger from tracing up and down along the outline of her puffy slit that suddenly began to leak her oozing juices. Weak from the touch, her grip on his hand eased, giving the bold man even greater access to roam. Squeezing her thighs together, trying to steel herself, Melanie trembled as she emitted out her slick juices, dampening the crotchband of her panties.
Even now, twenty minutes into the drive back to their home, Melanie’s juices continued to flow freely. Continuing to drip out of her juicing slit, Melanie squirmed about in the leather seat as her panties had now become sopping wet. ‘God ……………why …………why didn’t I yell out ……………scream at the horrible man to stop ……………….slap him for doing such a thing? Letting another man ……………..a black man ……………touch me that way! And with Boyd and the children just a mere six feet away!’ she asked herself.
Back at the car dealership, Al sat back in the privacy of the sales office, reflecting on his recent boldness with the pastor’s pretty wife. He had grinned widely upon seeing her astonished face as he slipped his hand up under her dress, feeling the power of control that he wielded over the petite beauty. Making a copy of the sheet with the beauty’s address, he then put it into the clasped envelope along with the duplicate housekey that he had made. ‘Damn ……………….that bitch is a hot little firecracker! Someone jest needs to light her fuse and she’ll go off with a fuck’n bang! Ahhhh, baby ……………..Al Grover’s gonna light that fuse of yers ………………..soon ……………very soon! And when I do ……………ya’ll be on fire ………………and I’ll be right there to put that fire out!’ he chuckled, stroking his throbbing cock which would be used to hose her down with.
That next Sunday, after the church services concluded, Melanie dismissed the youngsters from the Sunday school class that she taught. As she was putting the classroom back in order before going out to mingle with the congregation, her husband suddenly appeared at the doorway. Then her heart stopped upon seeing the smiling black face immediately over her husband’s shoulder. As her husband and Al Grover entered the classroom, Melanie was unable to breathe as her husband advised “Honey, look who came to the services and has expressed an interest in joining our congregation!”
Forcing a smile, seeing the large hand being extended to greet her, Melanie was forced to extend her hand to be engulfed by that of the evil man’s. “Mr. Grover says that his dealership is interested in making a donation to the church, particularly in the betterment of our Sunday school program! You know the Sunday program best, honey ……………so why don’t you go tell Mr. Grover about it and what’s needed to improve it! Meanwhile, I’ve to go and mingle with the congregation! When you get done, can you take Mr. Grover around and introduce him around to the members!” her husband requested and then he was gone, leaving her all alone with the evil man who had felt her up earlier that week.
Again, Melanie felt herself go weak, unable to talk or move as Al Grover edged ever so very close to her. Feeling her hand being grasped once again, Melanie could only pant in fear as it was being drawn towards the bold black man ………………..hand being drawn towards his crotch. ‘Haaaaaaa …………………oh, Goddddddddd …………………it …………..its so bigggggggggggggg!’ she thought as her fingers pressed down to clutch at the throbbing bulge through the fabric. Instinctively, wondering just how long it was, Melanie traced its length that was hidden beneath his pants. Panting, she concluded ‘My God ……………it ……………it must be over a foot long! It ……………..its not humanly possible!’
“Take it out, Mrs. Hasting! Ya know ya wanna touch it ……………to see what my big black cock looks like in yer purty white hand!” Al confidently advised. “Yeah, that’s it, Mrs. Hasting …………..pull my zipper down! Now put yer purty hand in my pants and see what I brung fer ya!” he advised. Feeling her soft petite hand and fingers wrap around his throbbing cock, Al shuddered with pleasure and moaned “Oh, baby …………ahhhhhhhh …………………..yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Lovemaking with her husband, the only man she’d ever been with, had always taken place while in the darkness of their bedroom. Never had she handled her husband’s manhood in a manner such as this. Looking down, Melanie was mesmerized by the large snakelike monstrosity that she was pulling out of the man’s pants. Reaching out with her other hand, Melanie jerked upon it, watching it throb and expand even further under her ministrations.
Panting, stroking and jerking upon the lengthy black cock, Melanie could not comprehend what she was actually doing. It seemed as if her hands were acting on their own, pumping and fisting the man with no thought of the consequences of what would occur if she continued. Faster and faster she pumped, amazed at its thickness which she estimated to be close to three inches in diameter and over twelve inches in length. “Ahhhhhh ……………ahhhhhhhhhh!” she heard Mr. Grover groan loudly.
The man’s groans snapped her out of her trance and Melanie realized that she and handled him to a point where he was about to ejaculate his sticky seed. Quickly, she pushed the monstrous cock over to the left. Just in time as it suddenly burst, hosing stream after stream of sticky white semen onto the top of her desk. She couldn’t let go, for if she did, it would spring back towards her and the sticky mess would end up soiling the front of her skirt.
Suddenly, small footsteps could be heard running down the hallways towards the classroom, with her daughter’s voice yelling “Mommy, Mommy ………………….the ladies are asking for you!” Dropping the now dwindling cock, hearing the limp meat plop onto the desktop, Melanie turned to face the doorway and block the sight behind her. As her daughter appeared at the doorway, Melanie swallowed in fear as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up behind her.
Quickly, Melanie moved towards her daughter, trying to block the child from getting a view of the sticky wet mess that now lay upon the top of her desk. With Al Grover walking immediately behind her as they stepped out of the room, Melanie reached back to close the door and lock it, not wanting anyone to find her desk in such a messy condition. As her daughter ran ahead, Melanie shuddered as a large hand suddenly was fondling her ass, grasping and squeezing at her asscheeks. Then she trembled with fear as Al Grover leaned down to whisper “Ya want it, dontcha, Mrs. Hasting? Ya wanna find out what it feels like to get fucked by my big black cock, huh?”
That evening, Melanie wondered just how she got through the day. It felt so wicked and sinful to be introducing the awful man to good members of the congregation, especially after what had occurred in the classroom. Tilting her cup up to her lips to sip at the refreshing punch, Melanie shivered as the stench of the cock she had handled earlier wharfting up from her nearby hand. ‘My God ……………..how could I do such an awful thing? And right here on the Church grounds …………..where I teach Sunday school!’ she wondered. Still, she could not resist the temptation to bring her smelly fingers right up to the tip of her nose to inhale the manly stench that was upon them.
With the congregation now departed, Melanie had the children ride home with their father, advising that she needed to finish the cleanup of the classroom. As the church had a daycare program for pre-school children during the weekdays, using the same classroom, Melanie dared not leave it in its current condition. Going to the restroom, she got a wad of paper towels, wetting a bunch of them to clean and wipe her desk with.
Heart pounding once again, fingers trembling, Melanie slowly unlocked the classroom door. Having closed the windows before the arrival of her husband and the unexpected visitor, the stench of male semen hit her upon stepping into the now hot classroom. She turned the overhead fan on, then went about opening the windows to air out the room. Melanie then looked down upon the top of her desk in total humiliation and amazement, thinking ‘My, God …………………it looks like he spewed out more than a pint of his filthy scum onto it!’
The thin streaks of semen had dried completely, however, the bigger puddles were still visibly mushy in the center. Melanie still could not believe what had taken place earlier in this very classroom, that she had been quite instrumental in helping make this horrid mess upon the desk. Mesmerized as she stared at the largest puddle, Melanie couldn’t help but think ‘My God ………………its so thick ………………like pudding!’ With that thought, her heart pounding even faster, she hesitantly reached out with her right hand.
Nearing the puddle, not using one the paper towels she had brought with her, Melanie’s fingers were now but an inch from it. Wickedly, she then dipped her four fingers into the messy puddle. Taking her fingers out of the mushy puddle, she then rubbed her thumb over her fingers to feel the texture of the male spend. Bring her fingers up to her nose, Melanie shivered upon smelling the man’s seed. She could not believe what she had done, what she was currently doing, nor that she was about to put her fingers up to her lips.
Lips parted, tongue extended, Melanie licked the lumpy male pudding from her fingers. Tasting a male’s essence for the very first time in her life, Melanie reached back down to scoop up even more of man’s pudding. More and more of it was scooped up, fingers cleaned of the sticky substance by scraping it off onto the back of her bottom teeth, keeping all of it in her mouth. Finally, mouth half filled with the now cold jizz, all that remained on the desk were the dried streaks.
Rolling the cold sticky cum about, coating her entire tongue in the messy goo, Melanie kept it in her mouth as she then went about cleaning the desktop. First using wet towels to clean off the desk, she then used the dry ones to finish off the job. Mouth watering, mixing in with the sticky jizz, Melanie then swallowed a small portion of the mixture. Her body gave a shiver as the thick slimy substance slithered down her throat, slowly making its way down into her belly. She swallowed again, shiver again, continuing till she had eaten it all. Now her mouth just retained a slick coating as she licked at her glossy lips.
Upon arriving home, Melanie could not believe what she was about to do next, kissing her husband on the lips while her mouth was soiled with another man’s semen. All of a sudden, ever since going to the car dealership and meeting the arrogant black salesman, her sense of right and wrong had been totally skewered. Melanie couldn’t understand what was wrong with her as never before in her life had she done anything so vile and perverse. Being powerless in the presence of the overpowering man was one thing, but what she did in the classroom when alone by herself was another.
At his townhouse, Al Grover pulled out the envelope that contained the address and housekey for the pastor and his beautiful wife. Meeting and mingling among the congregation members, he had taken note when one of the women advised the pastor’s wife that she’d pick her up at her home, at 11 a.m., for the Women’s League monthly luncheon that Wednesday. Of interest was the woman’s comment to the pastor’s wife “But we’ll have the leave right when the luncheon is over as I’ve got to be home to babysit my grandson at 2 o’clock!” With that knowledge at hand, Al decided to give the blonde beauty a nice surprise upon her return home from the luncheon.
Behind the tinted windows of his fancy demo from the dealership, Al Grover watched as the car pulled up into the driveway right at 11 a.m. He smiled upon seeing the pastor’s lovely wife appear in a white blouse, black skirt and 3″ black heels. As the car pulled out, Al dialed the church’s number. Hearing the church’s secretary answer, Al asked for the pastor. Learning that the pastor was making hospital calls and would be back about mid-afternoon, Al smiled upon learning that the coast was clear.
At 1:45 p.m., following the luncheon, Melanie was dropped off at her home. Entering her home, she then made her way down the hallway to the master bedroom that she shared with her loving husband. She planned to change into something more comfortable before going out in the backyard to do some gardening. She had several hours before picking the children up from the soccer field located right next to the grade school they attended.
Melanie had just undone the top button of her blouse as she stepped into the master bedroom when the sight before her caused her to freeze and shudder in total horror. There at the edge of the bed was the pair of panties that she had worn the night before. But it certainly did not belong where it now lay. She swallowed in fear, knowing that she had put it in the hamper when she had showered and changed that morning. ‘Someone ………someone’s been in the house!’ she realized in horror.
First looking about the room to see if the intruder was still present, Melanie edged her way towards the bed where her lacy white panties lay spread open. Getting closer, she realized that her panties had been turned inside out. ‘Oh, my Goddddddd!’ she gasped upon seeing the crotchband of her panties covered with a thick white substance …………..a thick sticky looking substance that she had become very familiar with that past Sunday. ‘Oh, God ………………a man’s been in here ……………and …………….used my panties to ……………to relieve himself!’ she realized.
The sudden noise behind her, in the direction of the closet area, had Melanie’s mind spinning about in sheer fright. It was the man she feared most, the man who seemed to have this powerful hold upon her. “Hope ya don’t mind the mess, Mrs. Hasting! I’s had to take the edge off while I’s waited till ya got home!” she heard him say as he grinned widely and confidently at her. Unable to move, frozen to the spot, Melanie could only pant for breath as the man disrobed before her. As he stepped out of his pants, her eyes were glued to the lurching manhood hanging down between her legs and rising with every throb.
Seeing the blonde beauty standing frozen to the spot, Al smiled and grasped his cock, shucking at it as he slowly walked towards the trembling young wife. Now, just a foot away from the panting beauty, his rigid outright cock poked at her blouse-covered belly. “Feel me up again, sweetie!” Al commanded, gasping slightly as her trim manicured fingers clasped his throbbing cock. As the pastor’s pretty wife began to fist him like she did on Sunday, Al reached forward to begin undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Pulling the blouse from her skirt, Al completed unbuttoning the blouse. Then he had the beauty stop handling momentarily in order to strip the blouse from her. Her hands shucking at him again, Al reached around the front of her body, grasped her bra and pulled with all of his might. The thin metal hooks that were secured in the flimsy garment bent and snapped under the pressure. Then the bra was drawn down her arms to fall to the floor next to her blouse, leaving the nervous young beauty’s titties bared.
Now as she continued handling him, Al was rolling and pinching at her stiffening pink nipples. Then, placing his hands upon her shoulders, he pushed her down to kneel upon the carpeted floor. He smiled as he saw her eyes widen as she now stared right at this flaring cockhead. Al chuckled upon seeing the innocent beauty lick her dry lips in anticipation of what was to come. “Ya wanna lick it …………and suck it, dontcha, Mrs. Hasting? Go ahead ……………lick it ………..taste it!” he encouraged.
Never before had Melanie even dreamt of putting her husband’s penis into her mouth, nor would Boyd ever have thought to ask such a filthy thing of her. But here she was, in the privacy of the bedroom that she and her husband shared together, kneeling down and about to admit a black man’s monstrosity between her lips. Shucking at his stalk, a pearly drop of fluid oozed out of its pisshole, building up its size before dripping down onto the carpet. But just before the thick droplet fell to the carpeting, Melanie’s tongue darted out to capture the drop of slick fluid. Moving her tongue about, she spread the oily fluid about her within her mouth.
Grasping the beauty by her long silky blonde hair, Al sucked in his breath as he looked down to see his cockhead push up against the soft pink lips, then a fraction of an inch slowly began to disappear between them. Bit by bit, his sensitive cock scraped upon the beauty’s sharp teeth. He knew that she was not trying to bite him but that she was struggling to open her mouth wider to admit his thick boner. “Ohhhhh, yeah, baby ………………..ahhhhhhhhh!” he groaned as his entire cockhead was now enveloped in her sucking mouth. Al shivered, nearly losing it then and there from the pleasure of feeling her tongue swirling around his sensitive cockhead, lathering it with the mixture of her saliva and his own leaking pre-cum juices.
The way this bitch was shucking with her fists and gamming him with her mouth, had Al not known, he would never have believed she was the wife of a preacher. ‘Damn, she’s really getting into it! Godddd ……………….she’s taking it alllllllll! Ohhhhh, fuck …………………so good ………………………better than all the fuck’n whores I’ve had!’ he thought, steeling himself to prolong the pleasure. “Ahhhhh, sweetie ………….so fuck’n good …………….you’re the best ever! Ahhhh, baby ……….baby ……………squeeze me ……………..squeeze my nuts!” he groaned.
Hearing the all powerful man moaning above her, feeling his strong muscular body quivering, Melanie could not believe that she could do such a feat with just her hands and mouth. Wickedly, she felt so proud to hear the obviously well-experienced man compliment her in such a fashion, telling her that she was even better than the women who did this for a living. Reaching out with her right hand, continuing to shuck him with her left as she bobbed her head upon his throbbing cock, she grasped and squeezed upon his large balls. ‘My God …………………they’re the size of walnuts!’ Melanie thought as she rolled them in the palm of her hand.
Head pulled back by her hair, Melanie looked up with her baby blue eyes at the shuddering man as she sucked and tongued at the ever-growing bloated knob in her mouth. “Ahhhhhh, Christtttttttttt ………………………ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the man groaned as the bloated cockhead suddenly burst in her mouth. What filled her mouth to the brim was so hot and so much more liquidy as compared to what she had eaten off her desk on Sunday. Also, compared to the half of a mouthful of goo that she had scraped up on Sunday, her mouth was filled to the brim with no additional room for the continuing spurts.
Swallowing once, then again, Melanie desperately tried to make room to accommodate the still spurting stalk. So hot was this liquid goo that Melanie could feel it burning her innards as it went down her gullet, slithering down slowly into her belly. As the hot lake of jizz formed in her belly, Melanie felt her body quiver as her stomach was threatening to rebel against the foreign slimy substance. Perspiring, face getting flush, Melanie put one hand on her belly in an attempt to regain her composure.
Dazed, mind only concentrating on not throwing up the hot protein that was swirling about in her belly, Melanie was oblivious to the hand pulling her up at the elbow and guiding her to the large king-sized bed. Hands on her belly, Melanie first looked at the familiar bedroom ceiling, then at the car salesman as he undid the button of her skirt before pulling it down off her legs and heels. With the man’s fingers in the waistband of her lacy white panties, Melanie pushed down into the bed with the spikes of her heels and lifted her butt off the bed.
In doing so, she made it so much easier for Mr. Grove to bare her golden treasure for his viewing. Panties stripped from her, legs spread wide, Melanie arched up as the man neared her golden treasure. She had heard that depraved people engaged in such vulgar sex acts but here she was, on her marital bed and arching up to invite this intruder to feast upon her now juicing and dripping sex. “Ohhhhhhhhh ……………………ohhhhhhhhhh ………………ohhhhh, my Goddddddddddddddd!” she screeched as Mr. Grover clamped his mouth upon her sex.
Fingers entwined into the thick kinky hair, spikes of her heels digging into the bedspread, Melanie arched her hips up to feed the hungry mouth munching upon her juicing snatch. “Oh, Goddddddddddd ……………………..Godddddddddddddddd ……………ohhhhh ………………….arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned as the flicking tongue played with her sensitive clit. Juicing as never before, gushing the hungry man’s mouth, Melanie swooned as she was being sent out of this world. “Ahhhh …………..ahhhhh ……………..yes ………….yessssssssss …………….eat me ……………eat meeee ……………ah, Godddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!” Melanie screamed as her body shoot from the mind-shattering climax that she had literally been eaten to.
A bit later, her hand drawn down between their bodies, Melanie once again wrapped her trim fingers around the thick pulsating shaft. Shucking it with her fist, Melanie felt it growing once again and becoming more rigid. “Put it in fer me, Mrs. Hasting!” she heard the instructions come from above. Cock in hand, Melanie was worried that it was too thick to fit in her, afraid that such a monstrosity would tear her. Frantically, she rubbed the bloated cockhead up against her still gushing slit, wanting to have all the lubricant on it as possible for fear of being torn apart by it.
Sucking in his breath as the pastor’s innocent faithful wife rubbed his bloated cockhead along her juicing groove, Al looked down at the frantic young wife and taunted “What’s a hot little bitch like ya doing married to a precha man? Hubby don’t know what a fantastic cocksucka he’s got fer a wife, does he? Ah, yeah, baby ………………..grease it up so I’s can get it up yer tight little snatch! Ahhh, baby ……………….ahhhh, yeah!”
Needing to get his cock into the sexy little bitch, Al leaned forward, determined to do it now or risk splattering his pent up jizz all over her soft golden curls. Trying to get his throbbing cock into her juicing cunt, he pushed forward. But that caused the innocent young wife to become frightened by the size of his cock, her hands now on his upper arms in an attempt to push him away as she stammered “No …………….oh, God, it’s too big ……………..it won’t fit …………………..you’ll tear me! Please ………………please …………….I can’t ……………….I’m afraid ……………..I ………………I can’t!”
As the beauty began to panic in fear beneath him, Al grasped her trim hips firmly as he managed to keep the tip of his cockhead pressed up against the entrance to her tight juicy slit, then lunged forward. “Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ………………………noooooooooooo …………………noooooooo ………………stoppppp …………it hurtsssssssssssssssss!” came the agonizing scream from beneath him. But for Al, that painful scream was really music to his ears, causing him to draw back a bit before slamming forward once again. “Owwwwwwwww ……………………stop ……………………oh, God …………God, please stoppppppp!” came the beauty’s crying pleas.
Another slight withdrawal, followed by a powerful forward thrust, Al fucked his cock into the squirming and now crying young wife. He knew that he was hurting her badly but that just made it all that much more pleasurable. Her sharp fingernails digging into his arms from the pain, but it was well worth for Al as he fucked into her again and again, till his entire foot long dong was embedded in her cunt sleeve. Cock totally buried in the weeping beauty, Al held himself still for a bit so as not to lose it, he smiled as he listened to her sob “Oh, Goddddd ………………..oh, God ……………………its so bigggggggg! Ohhhhh ……………..you ……….you tore me ……………….oh, Godddddddddddd!”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh ……………………..ohhhhhhhh, God ………………………oh, my Godddddddddd!” Melanie swooned as the lengthy cock slowly withdrew itself out of her till just the bloated cockhead remained. Then the thick fleshy log slowly filled her up once again. Again and again, the monstrous black cock left a gaping void within her then stuffed itself back fully into her, with each movement the fleshy stem rubbed against her ultra-sensitive clit. “Oh, God ………………….oh, God …………………….so good …………………..so goodddddddd!” Melanie shuddered under her powerful black master.
“Damn, sure as hell read ya right, bitch! Playing the innocent wife of a preacha man ………..screaming like a frightened banshee one moment …………………the next moment yer a fuck’n sex-crazed little nympho!” Al laughed tauntingly as sped up his fucking of the blonde beauty. Now, the hands that were fighting him off moments ago were instead clasping at the back of his neck to pull him down to kiss her open lips. And her trim widespread legs were now entwined around his ass with her black heels locked together.
Breaking the wild passionate kiss, Al tongued the squirming beauty’s ear, teasing her “Ya gonna be Al Grover’s hot little whore from now on, aren’t ya, Mrs. Hasting? Ya gonna drop everything when I’s call ya fer a suck or fuck, ain’t ya?” “Yes ………………yes ……………..please …………….I will …………….I will ……………..just don’t stop ………………don’t stop! Oh, Goddddd ……………….fuck me ………………fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” came the pleading response. Now at jackhammer speed, Al was giving the once innocent wife the fucking of a lifetime.
Screeching, then swooning as orgasm after orgasm overcame her quivering body, the long black lubricated piston continued to pump in and out of her well-greased hole. Melanie did not want this to end, wanting it to go on and on …………forever and ever! Never had she juiced so much in her life, greasing the black fuck stick to a nice glossy finish. Nearing the hilt once again, about to quiver in another mind-shattering orgasm, Melanie heard the gruff voice of Al Grover whispering in her ear “Gonna cum, bitch! Gonna fill ya up with my hot nigga jizz! Gonna make yer little belly big and puffy with a little black bastard!”
The phrases of nigga jizz’ and ‘a little black bastard’ rang in Melanie’s head, snapping her delirious mind out of its fucked out state. Now she once again tried to push the heavy muscular body from her, trying to get her hands between them so she could push him off. “Please …………………please, Mr. Grover ……………………..you have to stop ……………..I ………………I’m not on the pill! Please ………………please ………………..you’ll get me pregnant! I ……………I ……….……I can’t get pregnant ………………….not by you!” Melanie begged.
It was just the response that Al had anticipated and really hoped for, wanting the lovely wife to fight him once again, to save herself having to face the potential consequences of getting knocked up by him. Laughing as he grabbed her asscheeks tightly, giving her a hard thrust of his cock, Al chuckled “No fuck’n way, bitch! Ya go an git yerself off and ya expect me to pull out now?” Enjoying the way she panicked, squirming about under him in order to dislodge his cock, Al pulled her to him and buried himself fully. “Yeah, baby ………………………ohhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………….ah, God ………………yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Al groaned as he unleashed in potent jizz directly into her fertile womb.
Twice more that afternoon, the marital bed of Pastor Hasting and his wife’s shook crazily, headboard banging loudly against the bedroom wall. On those subsequent fuck sessions, there was no more pleading by the lovely Mrs. Hasting to have Al Grover take his big fuck stick out of her before it spurted its hot thick jizz. There was no point in that, not with her womb already filled to the brim with his hot sticky seed.
Fucked senseless, Melanie looked at the time as she needed to pick up the children soon. Void of her high heels something during the fuck sessions, Melanie bare feet padded along the bedroom carpet. Knees weak, thighs hurting badly from being obscenely spread wide apart for such a lengthy period, she staggered to the master bath. Thick cum pouring out of well-fucked slit, Melanie had to cup her hand between her legs in order to keep the thick semen from drooling onto the carpet.
After dinner that night, Boyd Hasting confided in his lovely wife that one of the congregation’s most high respected couples was on the verge of separating and that the marriage might come to an end. He relayed to her that the wife had sought his counseling that afternoon, that she had confessed to him of having an affair with another man. The affair had come to an end but now the woman had found herself pregnant by the man she had the affair with, and that she was thinking of getting an abortion. “Honey, I don’t know how she could get involved with another man as she told me the fellow was not very good looking but he just seemed to have a sexual hold upon her!” he added.
Melanie inquired “What advice did you give her honey?” She sat and listened intently as her husband replied “Well, honey, you know my feelings against abortion! I advised her that in no way should she have an abortion, that even if a child was conceived in a rape, she should not have a new life aborted! I told her to confess everything to her husband and that if he really loved her, he would not even think of divorcing her and would accept the child as his very own!”
As Melanie knew that Boyd really loved her, she breathed a sigh of relief in having heard what he had advised the woman. Squeezing her thighs, feeling her cunt still filled and slick with cum, Melanie could not help but think “Well, honey, I do hope you practice what you preach! I have a feeling that in about six weeks, I’ll be making a very similar confession to you! Can you treat a black man’s baby as your own?”
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