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Lauren wasn't expecting the blast of cold water to come shooting out of the outdoor faucet when she twisted the handle. She jumped back, handle in her hand as the water gushed out of the broken faucet in the flower bed.

Lauren wiped the water dripping from her face as she backpedaled to escape the unexpected fountain. Sputtering and shaking her head, she stood in the front yard trying to figure out what to do when suddenly she heard a voice from next door.

"Lauren, don't worry, I'll be right there!"

She looked over to see her neighbor, Gerrell, running into his garage and emerging with a metal stick. He loped over to the edge of the house, flipped up a plastic lid, stuffed the metal gadget down into the ground and turned. Just as suddenly as the water had gushed out of the faucet, it stopped.

Gerrell looked at Lauren and half-leered, half-laughed. Her blonde hair lay in wet half-curls down her face and onto her shoulders. Her face glistened with the water still dribbling down her skin. That's what made Gerrell laugh. What made him leer was the white T-shirt that was now pasted to Lauren's voluptuous body.

Her big breasts, which Gerrell guessed had to be DD, looked enormous with the shirt plastered to her body. He could make out her sensual curves, the flatness of her stomach in contrast to the prominence of her sexy tits.

Gerrell was snapped back to life when Lauren laughingly said, "Thanks. Oh my gosh, I don't know what happened." Holding up the faucet handle, she quipped, "I guess I don't know my own strength."

Gerrell angled over the beautiful housewife and took the handle from her. Now, he could see her nippled poking through her bra. She pulled up the bottom of her T-shirt to wipe her face and Gerrell ogled her flat stomach.

That's the most he had seen of his new neighbor since she and her husband moved in two weeks prior. Of course, he had welcomed them to the neighborhood and learned their names were Lauren and Chad Briscoll. He was a bank vice president and she was a parttime work-from-home web designer.

They had been married 10 years and were both in their early 30s. In fact, Lauren — at 31 years old — was half of Gerrell's age.

Gerrell and his family had moved into the neighborhood when his three k**s were small and he had lived there for 30 years, staying in the same house after his k**s moved out and his wife died about three years ago.

Now retired from the state highway department, where he was an engineer, Gerrell made it a point to stay active by working out in his home gym and putting in time landscaping his yard. His large biceps were the topping to his 6-3 ebony frame and shaved head.

"Thanks, Mr. Crawford," Lauren said, shaking her head and still laughing. "I guess I need to go call a plumber."

"Please, call me Gerrell," he responded. "This is just one of those things that happens to older homes. But, no need to call a plumber. This is an easy fix."

Lauren looked at him, a little puzzled. She wasn't accustomed to having a man around the house who could repair things. But, she also wasn't used to having a man with those big arms and barrell chest. Gerrell just looked like he could handle anything.

"Really? You can fix this?" she asked.

"Sure, this won't take long," Gerrell said. "I should have everything I need in the garage. I've accumulated a lot of stuff over the years."

"Well, thanks so much! I'm going to dry off, if you don't need anything," she said as she took a step toward the front door.

"No, go ahead," Gerrell said, watching the way Lauren's shorts hugged her tight ass as she walked to the door.

"Dammmm," he thought to himself, subconsciously shaking his head. "That's a sweet ass."

An hour later, Gerrell rang the doorbell and told Lauren the faucet was fixed and the water was turned back on.

"Thank you, Gerrell," she responded. "I hope you will join us for dinner tonight as a way to repay you."

"That's not necessary," he started to say but Lauren cut him off.

"I won't take no for an answer," she said. "See you at 7. I hope you like pasta."

"I love pasta and thanks for the invitation," Gerrell said, admiring the way she looked. Lauren stood 5-8, with a dazzling smile that seemed it was made just for whoever it was directed at. Full lips, beautiful teeth. Her hair was still damp, which for some reason made her seem even sexier, like she was wet all over.

Lauren smiled at him one last time before slowly closing the door. Gerrell walked back to his house, already feeling invigorated by talking to the sexy young housewife. Was that a mischevious smile Lauren flashed ... or was his mind going overboard simply because she was gorgeous, blonde, stacked perfectly and in close proximity?

Gerrell arrived promptly at 7 with a bottle of wine that he handed over to Chad. Gerrell thought the pair made a nice looking couple. Chad was 6 feet tall, dark headed and handsome, though a little out of shape to be only 33 years old. All in all, though, a nice looking couple.

Chad thanked Gerrell appropriately for handling the plumbing issue, but Gerrell was only half listening. His attention was on Lauren, who had changed into a flowy sundress with spaghetti straps. Her tits swayed with her movements as she prepared the table for dinner, and the dress would occasionally get trapped around her ass, giving Gerrell the knowledge she was wearing a thong underneath.

He imagined that same tight ass he saw today framed by a tiny thong and he felt his black cock shift underneath his dress shorts.

He adjusted his seating on the couch and Lauren looked over and locked eyes with him and gave him that deep smile, the one that bore down to his soul.

"Surely, she knows what she does to guys when she smiles that like," he thought.

The night went much like that ... Gerrell paying 80 percent of his attention to the beautiful wife, who would smile seductively at him and occasionally lick her lips.

It was a subconscious movement that made Lauren lick her lips. She wasn't intentionally teasing the large black man who couldn't take his eyes off her. The smile, the lip licking, the locking of eyes — they were all things that Lauren did with everyone. She had been accused of being a cocktease by several guys, but it wasn't her fault she looked like a lifesize fuck doll and everything she did was a sexual turn on.

If guys took it the wrong way, then whose fault is that?

Chad was accustomed to Lauren being the center of most every man's attention, so it was no big deal when Gerrell couldn't tear himself away from Chad's beautiful wife.

"Poor guy," Chad thought. "Probably hasn't been laid in years."

Chad knew he himself would be getting some pussy later that night.

With dinner finished, Gerrell excused himself to go home, shaking hands with Chad and then engulfing Lauren's hand in his two huge mitts and once again looking into her eyes and melting with her smile as he said goodbye and walked to his house.

Lauren, for all the part she played in being an innocent, doting wife, noticed how large Gerrell's hands were. How could she not notice? Everything about the man was huge, his height, his arms, his chest, his hands ...

Her thoughts were interrupted when Chad put his arms around her waist and pressed his groin against her tight ass. "See you in bed," he whispered in her ear.

Lauren knew what that meant, and it was fine because she was unusually horny. They had a good sex life, usually screwing three times a week and she would orgasm at least one of those times.

They both slept nude, so it was no surprise when Chad pulled her close as they lay in bed. His hand found her big titty and started playing with her large pink nipple.

"I thought tonight went well," she said. "What did you think."

"Yes, it was great," Chad said. "As usual, you were the perfect hostess."

"Perfect? Hardly. It was just pasta and salad."

"Yes," Chad said as he slipped a finger inside Lauren hot pussy, "but Gerrell was captivated by you. It didn't matter what we had to eat."

Chad leaned over and took one of Lauren's sensitive nipples in his mouth, sucking it and then running it between his teeth. Her pussy was already wet, so he pushed a second finger inside her.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "He was just being ni ... ni ... nice."

"And you were being nice too," Chad said as he tickled her clit with his fingers. He loved to tease Lauren about the guys that wanted to fuck her. It made her hot ... it made him even hotter. "I saw the way you smiled at him, and he noticed it too."

Lauren sighed as Chad kept tantalizing her clit, moving his fingers against it as he sucked in her nipple when he wasn't talking to her about the way she teases. She could feel his hard cock against her leg.

"He did seem to like it," Lauren said as Chad's fingers played with your clit. "I'm sure he's lonely living in that house all ... by ... himself." She d**g the last few words out, giving Chad the impression she was thinking about Gerrell at the moment.

"Do you think he's dreaming about you right now?"

"I don't know, baby," Lauren said in her little girl voice. "Do you think he is?"

"Fuck yes ... he's probably jacking off while he imagines how good of a fuck you are," Chad said excitedly.

In fact, Gerrell was thinking about the big-tittied, white married woman. He was thinking about her tight ass and what he imagined was a wet hot pussy and ... fuck, those huge melons. He imagined how she would look when he sank his black, veiny cock all the way in her married pussy, how the surrender would show on her face.

He could tell she was interested, the way she smiled at him, the way her eyes twinkled. Gerrell could see mischief in them.

While Lauren was throwing her hips up to meet her husband's thrusts of his 6-inch white dick, at the same time next door Gerrell was sending ropes of thick white cum all over his stomach, hand and balls. Spurred by Chad's talk, Lauren was imagining Gerrell ramming into her as Chad emptied his balls into her womb. She kept fucking up into her husband, trying to get enough friction to cum but Chad went soft before she could get herself off.

"Fuck," she thought. "I needed to cum tonight." She wanted to reach down and play with herself but didn't want her husband to feel inadequate.

Chad, meanwhile, was pleased with himself as he rolled off his beautiful, sexy wife, whose tits were still heaving up and down in desperate horniness, her nipples hard.

She laid there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the naughty, lewd things her husband had said while they were fucking. Chad enjoyed telling her about how other guys wanted to fuck her, but this was the first time he was so graphic, describing how he believed Gerrell must have a massive cock and how he would pound her with it. How she would open her legs for a his black cock and take it all, like a good white slut wife.

Hearing him say "slut wife," sent a shiver through Lauren. It was so naughty, so dirty, so ultimately sexy.

Lauren didn't sleep well that night, at least not until she finally slipped into the bathroom a few hours later and fingered herself to orgasm, all the while picturing a massive black cock pounding her mercilessly.

For the next week, it seemed Lauren called Gerrell over almost every day to take a look at something that had broken, seemed like it was going to break or just needed tightening. She would usually fix lunch for them both and she found herself wearing tight shorts and low cut tanks most days, since it was summer.

Gerrell didn't even try to hide his ogling now. He brazenly stared at her tits and her tight ass. When he was explaining what he was doing, he would occasionally put his hand on her shoulder or back, which excited Lauren immensely.

In turn, as Gerrell was kneeling down, replacing an electrical plug, Lauren put both hands on his shoulders and asked if he would like something to drink. She felt the muscles and he smelled her womanly scent. Another time, as Gerrell was adjusting a door, she put her hand on his waist as she squeezed by him. He felt her hand linger on his waist, then slide across his back.

Gerrell's reward would be to see her nipples get hard with excitement, which made him start to stiffen as well. He loved the innuendo, the nuance they shared.

"Don't you love the warm weather?" he asked Lauren one day. "I think the pool is warm enough now to swim, comfortably."

"You have a swimming pool?" she asked, never having seen inside his backyard privacy fence.

"Yes, the wife wanted it when the k**s were little. We've got a lot of enjoyment out of it during the years. You should come swim some time, lay out and get some sun," Gerrell said with a sly grin. He was envisioning Lauren's tight hot body in a little bikini.

"Oh, I'd like that," she replied, smiling back at him. "But, I'm not in swimsuit shape!"

"I would disagree with that," Gerrell said, looking her up and down with such a hunger it sent a shiver down Lauren's spine.

"Well, thanks, but you don't see what I see in the mirror."

"Then, you should use the mirror at my house," Gerrell said, half-laughing and half-serious.

Lauren looked at him and flashed her smile.

Several times that week Gerrell mentioned to Lauren that she should use his swimming pool. Each time, he made it clear with his hungry look that he wanted to see the young white wife barely clad.

Lauren didn't tell her hubby about the swimming invitation, but she would disclose the brief touches, the smiles, the look of lust in Gerrell's eyes, which made Chad's imagination go wild.

"But, baby, you know I would never do anything with Gerrell," she said more than once. "I would never cheat on you. Ever."

"Flirting isn't cheating," Chad said. "Doesn't it excite you to flirt with him?"

"I don't really flirt," Lauren said, knowing it was a white lie. "We just talk."

It was Wednesday when Lauren took up Gerrell's offer to visit his pool. She didn't tell her husband she planned on doing it ... she wasn't prepared to answer all of his questions.

She showed up in shorts and a tank top, flip flops, sunglasses and a floppy hat. She carried a small bag. Lauren rang the door bell and waited for the expression on Gerrell's face when he realized she was actually going to help herself to his swimming pool.

"Come in, come in," Gerrell said heartily, opening the door wide, then closing it quickly.

"I decided today would be a great day to get some sun, if you don't mind," Lauren said, smiling up at the large black man. "I don't have any work to do and feel kind of lazy today."

"It's a perfect day," Gerrell said. "I hope you brought a swim suit."

"It's in here, along with a towel and some sunblock," she said. "Is there a place where I can change?"

"Yes, of course, the pool room is right off the back porch," Gerrell said as he motioned to the back of the house and watched Lauren's tight ass sway as she walked in front of him.

He showed her the room, then went to the kitchen to mix up a pitcher of margaritas.

When Lauren emerged from the pool room, he almost dropped the pitcher. She came out wearing a white mesh cover-up that slightly concealed the incredible body beneath it. The DD tits were held in place with a skimpy black top, while below, she wore black bikini bottoms.

Gerrell tried to be polite, but he felt his mouth go dry and his cock start to harden when he saw her.

"Wow, you're the most beautiful thing to get in the pool in many years," he said, his eyes moving up and down her body, taking in her shapely legs and the curves of her body beneath the mesh cover-up. Lauren blushed at his words and he could see the crimson color travel down her cleavage.

"Do you need me to put on your sunblock?" Gerrell asked, hoping the answer would be yes.

"No thanks, I have the spray on kind and I already applied it."

With that, she turned and started back out the door, turning slightly to smile at him as she did. Lauren could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked.

"I will be out in a minute," he said as he scrambled to his bedroom and picked out the Speedo briefs that his wife had loved for him to wear. They were white, which contrasted sexily against his ebony skin.

He glanced out the bedroom window as he changed and saw Lauren pull the cover-up over her head. Her ass drew his attention as she turned. It was tight and bubble-shaped and he could feel his cock stir just looking at her. She turned sideways and adjusted her top, her big round tits swaying as she did so. Her perfectly manicured hand ran down from her tits to her stomach and u*********sly rubbed the spot below her belly button and above her bikini bottom.

Gerrell looked down at his black cock and could see it springing to life, growing, widening ... damn, could he fit it into the Speedo?

Gerrell turned his attention from the window and grabbed his black hose to stuff it into his trunks. He finally succeeded in stuffing his monster into the Speedo and looked at himself in the mirror. Of course, the bulge stuck out obscenely — the white material stretched to its limits, it seemed.

He put on his sunglasses, threw a towel over his shoulder and grabbed two full margarita glasses and headed outside.

When Gerrell strode outside, Lauren grew suddenly even more conscious that she was laying on a lounge in the backyard of a handsome, large black man. She squinted at first, until his large body fairly blocked out the sun as he stood over her.

She thought to herself that she was glad she had on sunglasses because she couldn't take her eyes off his magnificent body. His powerful biceps flexed as he lowered the margarita glass to the table near her. His chest was muscular, so much more muscular than a man his age should have, and certainly more than her hubby. But, her eyes widened even more when Gerrell stood back up and her eyes saw the white Speedo bulging out from his fat-free waist.

It stuck out like an offering from the gods. She almost had to restrain herself from reaching out and touching it. Gawd, she couldn't even imagine what it must look like unsheathed.

Gerrell could feel his massive black cock pressing against the white material of the Speedo. He loved the way women seemed mesmerized by it, like they were hypnotized by its power and size. He knew Lauren was looking, though her eyes were shielded by the sunglasses.

Lauren took a long drink of the margarita and tried to avert her eyes from the massive shaft that lay somewhat hidden underneath the white trunks. "Fuck," she thought as the magnitude of what he was packing suddenly hit her. "What am I doing here?"

"I'm just going to lay back and enjoy the sun and margarita, if that's OK," she softly said to Gerrell.

"Of course," he replied. "I'm going to slip into the water."

With that, Gerrell walked over to the steps to the pool as Lauren admired his wide shoulders and his powerful torso. He put his margarita close to the steps and swam over to it to drink every now and then. Lauren continued sipping her strong drink for about 30 minutes, until it was gone.

Gerrell walked out of the pool, water dripping off him, his white trunks seeming almost see through. Lauren almost gasped as he approached her, bent down, with his cock at face level and grabbed her empty glass.

"Looks like another round is in order," Gerrell said as he headed back inside to pour up more margaritas.

"I really shouldn't," Lauren confessed. "I'm a lightweight."

"Well, I will pour it up and if you don't want it, that's OK too," Gerrell said. A few minutes later, he came back out of the house to find Lauren in the water. Her big sexy tits were right above the water line, the ends of her hair wet.

Gerrell sat down on the steps and put both margarita glasses next to him. Lauren walked through the shallow water, her body emerging as she approached him, taking the glass and swallowing more of the tequila drink. Water dripped off her black top, her tits wet. She leaned against the side of the pool, next to Gerrell's leg as she drank more. Small talk dominated their conversation as they both tried not to think of his massive hard cock that threatened to rip through the Speedo and her big hard nipples that pushed against her bikini top.

Finally, Lauren looked at Gerrell and said, "I think I'm going to get out of the sun and sit on the covered patio."

Gerrell stood up and offered his hand to help her up the steps of the pool. As she stepped out, Gerrell put his large hand on her bare lower back. Lauren audibly sighed.

Once on the patio, Lauren for the first time removed her sunglasses. She sat in a high bar chair while Gerrell stood beside her.

"Black looks good on you," he said, his eyes moving up and down her tight body. The black straps of the bikini held her big tits while her torso dipped down a small waist and then flared out to her full hips and round ass.

She smiled and blushed before blurting out, "And you look good in white."

The innuendo was not missed on either of them.

Their eyes locked for a long instant and then Gerrell reached out, took Lauren's face in his hand and pulled her to him.

His lips approached hers before she turned and Gerrell's full lips pressed against her cheek.

"Sor ... sorry," she stuttered. "I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this."

Her nipples pressed against her top, her hands were fairly shaking. Her head swirled. She was embarrassed by her situation, confused about her feelings, horny as hell.

"Maybe ... maybe we can just kiss as friends," she reasoned, not even sure what that meant.

"No problem," Gerrell said, his massive cock straining. "How do friends kiss?"

"Uhhh, on the cheek, I guess," Lauren said. "Maybe a light peck on the lips, you know, like friends."

"OK," Gerrell responded. "Like this?" His lips brushed against her cheek, lingering there. His hand still on her other cheek. Lauren's heart was beating so hard she thought he could hear it.

Her hand instinctively went to the back of his neck, holding his lips against her skin.

Gerrell moved his lips against her cheek until they contacted her lips. Their lips touching for just an instant before Lauren moved back.

Their eyes again locked for an instant before they both moved forward, their lips touching for a little longer. Lauren again moved back, then they both leaned forward and kissed again, their lips together.

Lauren pulled away for a third time and lifted her eyes to the ceiling, trying to get her bearings. Her head was swirling. Her pussy was on fire. Then, she felt Gerrell's lips against her neck, kissing her throat. His lips touching the sensitive part of her neck.

Lauren gasped and put her hand on his chest, at first to push him gently away, but when she felt Gerrell's muscular pecs, her breath stopped. She gasped and squeezed, digging her manicured nails against his black skin.

Suddenly, Gerrell's mouth was against hers and she instinctively parted her lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. The hand on the back of his neck pulled him in closer and she felt Gerrell's thick tongue dueling with hers.

Their lips pressed against each other, her hand gripping his muscular chest, their tongues in each other's mouth. His hands moved down to her waist, almost able to encircle her completely.

As Lauren sat in the chair, she opened her married legs and allowed Gerrell to moved his big body between them. His massive cock, still tucked inside his Speedo, pressed against her aching pussy. Lauren adjusted her seating so that her mound pushed even more firmly against his throbbing cock.

She moved her hand from his chest and Gerrell leaned in closer so that her bikini-clad tits were pressed against his firm chest. They stayed like this for several minutes, their bodies touching, their mouths working, their tongues going crazy.

Finally, Gerrell broke the kiss and whispered in Lauren's ear, "Maybe we should go inside. I would hate for a neighbor to look through the fence."

Lauren nodded and then walked to the back door, holding Gerrell's hand as he followed. Once inside the house, she shivered and said, "Oh my gosh, the air conditioning is cold in here."

"We need to get those wet clothes off you," Gerrell said from behind. Lauren felt his hands on her back and then felt as the bikini top was unclasped from behind. She held it tight against her body from the front. Then, Gerrell peeled off the bikini bottoms, dropping them at her feet. Lauren obediently stepped out of them.

She was almost swaying with a combination of margaritas, lust and confusion. Gerrell then put a towel around her shoulders so that Lauren dropped the bikini top.

"The bedroom is down the hall and to the right," Gerrell said.

Lauren wrapped the towel around her and took off running down the hall and into the master bedroom.

Gerrell watched her run, her bare ass not covered by the towel. Her white globes shifting as she ran.

He grabbed his massive cock through his trunks and squeezed it. He couldn't believe he was finally going to fuck that beautiful white wife.

He walked into the bedroom to find Lauren under the covers, the towel laying beside the bed.

"I think I just need to sleep this off," she said as she closed her eyes. "I'm a little drunk."

"OK," Gerrell said, shaking his head at her teasing routine. "Maybe I will sleep it off, too."

With that, he pulled off his tight wet trunks, finally releasing his black pole. It stuck out like a hose from his groin, bobbing obscenely. He picked up the towel and dried himself before climbing under the blanket.

Lauren was turned away from him, so he spooned against her, his massive black cock pressing against her ass and back. His hand went to her waist and he felt her soft skin and pulled her even more firmly against him. He felt Lauren tense somewhat when he pressed against her, trapping his big cock between her ass and his stomach.

"Oh my gosh, are you serious?" she asked.

"Serious about what?" Gerrell asked.

"That thing poking against me," Lauren responded. "That can't be real."

"It's real," he whispered. "You know it is, you've been looking at it all day."

With that, Gerrell pulled the covers off both of them and looked down to see her big tits heaving as she breathed, his monster cock leaking precum as it pressed against her tight white ass.

Lauren reached behind her and felt for the shaft, gripping it with her left hand, her wedding ring still on her finger. She slid her white hand up and down the black shaft until she flipped over on her side, facing Gerrell.

Now, his monster cock stretched up against her firm DD tits.

"Fuck," was all Lauren could say when she saw the black pipe. "Holy fuck."

"Is that what you thought?" Gerrell asked.

"No," Lauren whispered. "I've never seen one anywhere near this size. I didn't expect this."

Gerrell flexed his cock, which stood 10 inches long and thick as her forearm. Lauren couldn't help but pump it up and down. Her wedding ring gleamed as she continued to jack that sexy black cock. Precum oozed out of the head onto her round titty.

Lauren wiped the precum around the head of the massive black cock and then onto her nipple.

"Do you want to kiss it like a friend?" Gerrell said, smiling.

Lauren smiled back, locked eyes with him and then lowered her face and kissed the head of Gerrell's massive cock. She tasted the precum as her kiss lingered.

"Is he my friend?" she asked innocently.

Gerrell grunted back, "Yessss."

"Then I should kiss him, definitely," Lauren answered.

She smacked her lips as she kissed the head, then ran her tongue down the long length of the ebony shaft. She kissed her way back up as she slowly jacked his black cock with her hand.

She was entranced by the power and color of Gerrell's dark cock. She had never been in the presence of a man like this. She wanted to please this massive organ, to make it spurt for her — just for her.

Lauren opened her mouth and engulfed the hard cock, her married white lips parting for this older black man's shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head as her lips locked on the shaft.

Gerrell moaned and put his hand on her head. He loved watching as her beautiful mouth eagerly took in his black cock. He couldn't help but flex his cock upward, sending it deeper into Lauren's accepting mouth. Her eyes bulged as she felt it filling her mouth unlike any other cock she had ever taken.

One of her small white hands moved up and down the black shaft while the other cupped his large dark balls. Her mouth was filled with his massive black cock, and she sucked it like she had never sucked another cock before.

She started bobbing her head up and down, trying to force as much of Gerrell's fuckstick down her throat as possible. Gerrell propped up so he could get a better view of Lauren's blonde head pumping up and down on his black shaft. He knew she was engrossed by his massive cock. He had seen it too many times before, how women reacted to the first monster cock they had touched and tasted.

"Uhhhh," he groaned. "Suck it, baby. Suck it like you love it."

Lauren continued to bob her head up and down vigorously, doing her best to satisfy Gerrell's cock. Then she moved down to his black balls, sucking each one into her married white mouth while continuing to jack his massive cock.

Her tongue swirled around each of his balls as she drew them into her mouth, the same mouth that she would later kiss her husband with. Her nose rubbed his dark shaft as she sucked in his balls. She was a complete white married slut for this big-cocked black man.

She moved back up to the head of his massive cock and sucked it back into her married mouth. Gerrell felt the head slid against her lips and groaned. That spurred Lauren on. She licked his cock head while it was in her mouth. Her lips were tight around his thick shaft.

Bobbing up and down, up and down, she couldn't get enough of that black dick.

Any pretense of being a good married wife was gone. She was a total slut.

"That's it baby," Gerrell said. "Do you love that black cock?"

"Mmmmm," Lauren moaned.

Gerrell then took her face in his hand and pulled her away from black cock. "Tell me, do you love my big black cock?"

"Fuck yes," she blurted out. "I've never had one this big, this powerful. Fuck."

With that, Gerrell flipped Lauren on her back, her big tits swaying as she settled with her legs open. She knew what was coming — she was about to be filled with a monster black cock; she was about to cheat on her loving husband; she was about to cum like never before; she was about to be really fucked.

Gerrell grabbed his black cock by the base and slapped it on her throbbing white pussy. He pushed it up her stomach and Lauren could see that it would go all the way up to her belly button. She wiggled down into the bed, her feet braced against the mattress.

Gerrell slapped her married pussy a few more times, then lined up his thick black cock against her slit. He pushed in and felt her pussy walls envelope his shaft. Four inches in, then five.

Lauren closed her eyes briefly as she felt her pussy being stretched by the width of the black man's dick. She wiggled her ass again, trying to somehow make room for what was to come.

Gerrell stopped, then pulled a few inches out. He sawed back in, pushing another inch inside her, then two, then three.

Lauren was gasping as she felt the fullness of the veiny cock probing inside her, going past the depth that her husband could reach. But, it wasn't the length that had her gasping right now, it was the girth. Gerrell's thick cock filled her like no other.

She opened her eyes to look down, watching the black fuckstick spread her pussy lips. She had never seen anything so sexy. She couldn't believe her pussy was accommodating something so massive.

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned. "Feels ... so ... good."

Gerrell slowly pressed forward, making her take the eighth inch of his black cock, then the ninth inch. Finally, he pushed the full length of his cock into Lauren's married pussy. He felt his hips press against hers and then ground his dick hard into her.

"Ohhhh fuck," Lauren groaned. "Fuck" was a word she hardly said but it was the one word that kept coming out of her mouth now. "Fuck."

Gerrell leaned down and took one of her big hard nipples in his mouth. He nipped at it gently with his teeth, while he felt Lauren's hands grip his black ass. He kept grinding his hard black cock into her married white pussy as he nibbled at her nipple.

Lauren's flat stomach bucked up against Gerrell as she shifted to take in all of his shaft into her tight pussy. Gerrell moved his mouth up to hers and her mouth parted so his tongue slid smoothly into her mouth. He groaned then started fucking her steadily, moving his cock in and out of her married white pussy. Her hands on his ass guided him as Gerrell sawed in and out.

Their tongues continued to twirl in each other's mouths as Gerrell's big cock steadily moved in and out of Lauren's wet pussy.

Lauren then groaned mightily and turned her head to the side, gasping for air.

"Fuck me, baby," she said. "You feel so good."

Gerrell picked up steam, slamming harder into the young married wife. He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders as he started slamming into her.

His ass pumped up and down, forcing his cock deeper into Lauren than she thought possible. Her feet flailed as he drove into her. The length, the width, the sheer a****l fucking was driving her crazy. She had never been fucked like this before.

"You love this big dick?" Gerrell demanded. "Do you love getting fucked by this big dick?"

"Yessss. Yes. Yes," she said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I love your big dick!"

That made Gerrell slam into her even harder, ramming his giant cock into her wet pussy. The sound of their bodies slapping together was overshadowed by Lauren's moans as she came.

She felt the wave hit her, so familiar but then turning unfamiliar as well. She never felt it so powerful, so all-encompassing. Lauren threw her head back and closed her eyes as she felt her body racked by orgasm. She couldn't catch her breath, she couldn't talk or scream. She was almost frozen by her body's reaction to Gerrell's incessant pounding of her pussy.

His black balls slapped against her tight white ass, her hands on his ass, urging him to keep pounding her. Orgasm flowed through her nerve endings until finally she could catch her breath.

"Oooohhhh, uhhhhhh, ohhhhh," was all that could come out. Lauren couldn't make words, couldn't make sense of her body now bucking up into Gerrell's large black cock. Her body flipped from being frozen in orgasm to being uncontrollable as he used her as his fuck toy, banging her body harder and harder, driving his massive cock deeper into her wet tight pussy.

Ramming, pounding, driving into her. Lauren moaning, groaning, gasping.

Gerrell then drove deep into her and held it. He put his hand on her throat as she started bucking into her again, pounding her sweet pussy mercilessly. His giant cock ramming into her as he held her down, forcing his cock deeper into her than anyone ever had.

He was nonstop, pounding her so hard that her ass would come off the mattress. That, in turn, would send her hips upward, crashing into him until he rammed her deeply at the bottom of his thrust. The action continued over and over. She was a fuck toy and he was the master.

Lauren felt the second orgasm hit her, sweeping up through her pussy, making her buck uncontrollably. She had never felt orgasms hit her like these. They seized her entire body, made her feel like her pussy was the center of her soul.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuccck!" she fairly screamed. "Fuuuuuck!"

"Cum for me," Gerrell commanded. "Cum for daddy. Cum on my big black cock."

Lauren's body shook as Gerrell's words sunk in. His big black cock, fuck yes, it was a huge black cock, a massive black cock, a sexy black cock, daddy's black cock.

She shivered as she came, her legs quivering from exhaustion and excitement. Daddy's cock making her cum like a whore.

Her arms went around his neck as she held on to him, feeling so small against the giant of a man. How could her pussy handle him? She didn't know and she also didn't care.

Coming down from her second orgasm, Lauren tried to catch her breath. She felt like sobbing but it would be good tears.

Suddenly, Gerrell took his hand off her throat and pulled his cum-coated cock out of her wet hole. It felt like someone pulled a plug from her. Engorged and throbbing, his cock stuck out from his waist like an ebony pole. His precum and her cum dripped off the tip.

Lauren breathed heavily as she gazed at the thick powerful weapon that had given her the best ride of her life. She wanted it to cum for her, she needed it to cum for her. It beckoned to her, a magnet that she couldn't resist.

She reached out and grabbed the black cock, feeling the slickness and the rigidity in her hand. She pumped it once, twice, again and again, until she was sitting up. She leaned forward to suck it between her red lips, but Gerrell leaned back.

"What is it baby?" she asked innocently.

"Tell me you love my big black cock," he said.

Her hands continued to move up and down the shaft, her fingers not touching. Up and down, sliding on the monster.

"I love your big ... black ... cock," she purred. Her tongue stuck out and lapped at the head, tasting her own cum. "It's sooooo big, baby. I love it. You are the best fuck I've ever had."

Gerrell then leaned forward, allowing the head to pass through Lauren's red lips. She sucked it heartily, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked. Her hand still gripped the shaft firmly.

Then she sucked more into her mouth, taking the shaft deeper into her throat.

Gerrell looked down and groaned as he watched the young white wife gobble down his straining ebony shaft. Lauren opened wide and tried to take it down as far as she could. Her big tits heaved as she sucked harder.

Gerrell then put his hand on her head and started moving his ass back and forth, forcing the cock deeper into her mouth. Finding a rhythm, Gerrell started face fucking the beautiful bride. Pulling his cock out until only the head remained between her lips, Gerrell would then sink it deep in her throat.

Saliva dripped out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her huge tits as Lauren got mouth-fucked by the stud's hard cock. She gripped the shaft and jerked it while getting face fucked.

Lauren had never gotten treated like this, being a man's fuck toy, especially a black man who she just met weeks before. Now, here she was, being his bitch while he used her for whatever he wanted. She would open her legs, her mouth, whatever he desired.

Right now, Gerrell wanted to cum in her mouth. He wanted to flood the white wife's mouth with his cum and make her swallow it.

He kept pumping his black cock between her married lips, stretching her mouth like he had stretched her pussy only moments before. His hand on her head, he was fucking her like a slut, making her his bitch.

"Here it cums," he gasped as he felt Lauren's lips pulling the cum from his balls. He could feel the sensation go up his back as he bucked forward.

Suddenly, Lauren's mouth was filled with his cum, spewing from the head of his cock. She swallowed only to be filled again. She pulled her mouth off his monster and it kept shooting, hitting her face, her hair, then her voluptuous tits. She swallowed again and kept pumping the stallion's massive cock.

The shots got less forceful until the cum dripped from the slit.

Lauren was breathing heavily, and Gerrell was leaning back on his knees, his cock bobbing from the output. Her tits were heaving, her flat stomach moving in and out. She scooped the cum off her face and wiped it on her tits, rubbing the liquid into her skin.

Lauren leaned back onto the bed and pulled Gerrell back with her. He leaned up on his elbow and looked at the perfect body laying next to him.

"This is the kind of friendship I can get used to," he said as he leaned down to kiss the lips that just sucked him dry.