Home Sweet Home
Author’s notes: In Chapter 1, Hank and Marie stopped for ice cream and saw a woman being hit on by two men and Hank made a lascivious remark that prompted Marie to walk over and expose her breasts to the group. Marie was led behind the store and ended up going down on the men and, in return, was fucked by them. Hank stood by and watched. Hank took her home and told her that he fucked the girl they saw when they went for ice cream. Marie is upset and packs her suitcases and takes Hank’s Mustang to her parents’ house leaving her wedding bands on the end table.
In this Chapter Hank calls his in-laws advising them of his actions and they are upset but promise to try and get Marie to return home to him. Marie arrives at her parents and tells them what happened not knowing Hank had called earlier. Her parents appear to support her and want her to move back home with her twin boys. Hank has an anxiety attack and gets drunk worrying that his marriage is over. He calls the guy.who fucked his wife, Belton, for help. Belton’s sister-in-law ends up fucking Hank in his marital bed.
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Had I just chased my wife away? After standing spellbound in my living room for thirty minutes or so, I realized that I had something to do, quickly.
I phoned my in-laws, Joe and Maria Donatelli, in New York. I heard the call connecting and my father-in-law’s booming voice.
“Hello?” answered Joe.
“Hi Dad, it’s Hank. How are you and Momma doing?”.
“We’re okay Hank’ I would be much better if the Yankees would win some more games, and if we could have a little rain for the pomodori e zucchine.”
“Yeah the tomatoes and zucchini need a lot of water.” I reply, visualizing his 1/4 acre vegetable plot. It always produces a great crop in spite of the hazards my father-in-law complains about. “Dad, can Momma come to the phone too?”
“Is something wrong with Maria?” he asks. ‘Momma’s right here.”.
“Dad, please put the speakerphone button on.”.
“Hank? Is something wrong with Maria? Has there been an accident?” my mother-in-law says anxiously.
“Your son-in-law has been a real idota today.” I then begin to explain the entire events of today leaving out nothing that I knew of.
“Bestia” shouted my mother-in-law several times. Dad threw in a “Becco”, cuckold.
I tried to explain in great detail that men sometimes don’t know how good they have it until they lose what they prize most.
I tried to explain the difference between sex and love to make sense of the silly game I played. I admitted that the whole thing just got out of hand but that in the beginning I thought Marie was in it for a blowjob.
“You make it seem like a Succhiare un pennis is normal!” said Joe. I knew from speaking with my father-in-law in the past, when it was just me, or a group of his intimate male friends, that blowjobs were an acceptable ‘reward’ for a guy giving a woman a nice date and dinner.
I didn’t say anything. I sensed my father-in-law slightly bending in my favor, which is a victory I wouldn’t refuse. Momma always ended up siding with Joe anyway.
Momma held firm, however, and wanted me to explain, again, how this was a great game to be playing with the mother of my children.
I was in a bind. There was no good explanation.
Momma said, “Hank, do you love Maria more than anything?”
“Yes.”
“Then here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna leave her out here for the week. You are not to call or write to her. You are going to do your best to think of a way to dig yourself out of this hole you made. You will never,,ever blame Maria for what happened. You will forgive her anything she does, and wear the horns of a cuckold without complaint. Papa will call you regularly to let you know how she and the kids are. Whatever he tells you, you will listen and make no comment unless he asks for a reply. We will care for our oldest daughter as best we can, and agree with everything she says about you and let her get it out of her insides. We may be able to get her back for you.
“Now, when will she get here?”
Looking at my watch I hadn’t realized the call had been 60 minutes and said “She should be there in an hour.”
“Goodbye son.” they both said.
“Goodbye Mom, goodbye Dad.” I hung up.
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An hour later Marie arrived at her parent’s house in Archibald, NY and pulled into the driveway. She put up the rag top, locking it in place.
She expected her boys to come running when they heard the Mustang’s exhaust. There is no sign of them.
She walks up the steps to the porch, goes to the door and enters. The front door is never locked in the daytime.
She heads across the large living room to the hallway leading to the kitchen. She smells the aroma of her Mom’s sauce cooking, and hears the sound of a knife on the cutting board. Her Mom’s back is turned as she enters the kitchen.
“Ciao mamma. Where are the twins” Marie says.
“Maria! Che piacevole sorpresa. Non ti aspettavo oggi. Dov’è Hank?” Her mom replies that she is happy to see her and wondering where Hank is. She continues “I tuoi ragazzi stanno visitando tuo fratello Joe mentre nuota nella sua piscina sfarzoso” telling her the boys are swimming in Marie’s brother’s ‘palatial’ pool.
Marie stands for a minute in the middle of the kitchen, then drops down in a chair with her elbows on the table, and begins to sob.
Mom drops the knife drying her hands on her apron as she rushes to Marie’s side.
Mom is Maria Donatelli, mother of four, age 45, dark hair cut shoulder length. She is an older version of Marie. She is 5’4 inches with a 32″ waist and impressive D breasts. She always encouraged her girls to stay fit.
“Maria! What’s wrong, are you sick?
“No Mom I’m not sick” Marie manages through her sobbing. “Hank doesn’t love me anymore. He fucked a puttana nera.”
“A black whore? ” her mother repeats. “Why would he break his marriage vows?
Marie starts crying louder than before, her sobs racking her back and shoulders.
“B”because I had sex with a big black cock.” was her reply.
Mom gasps, jumps back to her feet making the sign of the cross and hands her a box of Kleenex.
“You had sex with a black man? she repeated. “mio dio Maria, why?”
Marie continues to cry so much she cannot answer. Mom has her hands around Marie patting her back like mothers do.
Mom rocks Marie who continues to wail, “Oh, Mom. What have I done? What have I done! OH SHIT!”
Mom pulls Marie’s hands from her face and looks her straight in the eyes saying “Nothing about a black man to your father. We will find an avvocato di divorzio Monday. We will only tell your father that Hank has found a puta he likes better than you, Maria, or your sons.”
“MOM!”, cried Marie. “I don’t know that I want to divorce Hank!”
“How many times is it okay for this becco to plow his puta? Huh? What if he fathers a black bastard? Will you suckle it in front of your father! Your father will shoot your rutting husband in his scroto maschile!” referring to Hank’s manhood.
“Mother! I don’t want him shot!” screams Marie stamping her foot loudly on the floor.
The noise brings her father in from his garden. He looks at his wife and daughter and asks what all the noise is about.
“It’s nothing but Maria’s childish temper. Please go and get her suitcase and bring them up to the front bedroom, The pasta is almost ready. Wash your dirty hands, orders Mom.
Dad shrugs his shoulders, takes the car keys and gets the suitcases from the Mustang. He then carries them to the front bedroom and puts them on the bed leaving her car keys on the end table. He then goes back downstairs and washes up at the sink, throwing a big smile at his daughter. Momma and Marie set the table with the Vietri dinnerware always used for company. Marie places the napkins and the Mauriziano silverware.
They pass the pasta around and fill their plates and then ladle on the homemade basil sauce and meatballs.
Dad bows his head and starts preghiere da tavolo as everyone joins in: asking the Lord to bless these gifts.
To which Momma adds “And forgive those who trespass against the Lord’s sacraments.
Dad asks “What was that about?” Mom’s reply “It is good to ask forgiveness from our Lord.” and proceeds to twirl her pasta with a fork and spoon. “Great salsa if I say so myself.” Dad and Marie agreed.
The three chatted idly about the boys loving their uncle’s pool and splashing their cousins and each other. There was some gossip about who got a new car, a promotion, wedding plans and was laid off.
Momma brought out the espresso cups and Dad poured the chocolate. They ate biscotti with espresso.
Then Dad asked Marie what her plans are for the kids.
Marie looked down in her lap and tears started welling in her eyes as her parents looked at each other.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. The boys have to go to school in September.”
Momma says “No problem. Transfer the boys here as we have a great school district and their cousins are doing well in their classes.”
Marie started tearing again and said “I want to be with Hank, he’s still my husband and I still love him.”
“Not gonna happen, Maria,” says Dad. “First thing Monday morning we go into the village and meet with a good divorce lawyer. You’ll be able to get every penny out of that becco. You can work in my store to make spending money and find a new husband who will appreciate what a fine mother you are, and treat you right.” he finished, glancing at his wife who gave him a thumbs up.
Marie bursts out crying, jumped out of her chair and ran upstairs to the guest room sobbing all the way,
Her parents hear the bedroom door slam causing a picture frame to fall off the dining room wall shattering the glass.
Momma says “I’ll call our son and have him keep the twins for a sleepover.”
“I think that went very well.” said Momma returning from the pantry with two wine glasses and a bottle of Chianti. She poured the two glasses and they toasted and she said “al premio!”
“To the Prize!.” Repeats Dad as he finishes his glass and looks at his wife with a smile.
Momma blushes smiling broadly “Yes it’s bedtime. We’ve had enough excitement for one day.”
She hands her glass to Dad and starts walking up the stairs and waits for Dad to put the glasses in the sink and start following her. She is about three steps in front of him when she raises the hem of her dress and flashes her panties at her husband.
She then starts running upstairs with Dad right behind trying to grab her. He catches her at the doorway to their bedroom as he always does. He says “Ti amo.”
She replies “I love you too.” kissing him soundly she opens the bedroom door and closes it softly behind them.
Later Dad could be head cooing in her ear “Who would you rather have screwing you?” After a while she replies “Your brother who’s hung like a horse.” while tracing her finger around Dad’s mouth.
In the guest room at the other side of the house Marie tossed and turned for hours and every once in a while cried in her pillow, soaking it with tears. She wore a sexy teddy to bed having left all her sensible clothing at the apartment.
As she finally fell asleep her last thought is: “Where am I going to find a black cock to fuck?”
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After Hank called Marie’s parents he had a panic attack believing he would never reconcile with his wife. He started to drink the rest of the case of Schaffer that he had. After six beers he felt like having a cigarette, forgetting he doesn’t smoke. He was searching his pants pockets for a cigarette, and lighter, when he pulled out a piece of paper he didn’t recognize.
He turned it over and read:
Belton
716 555 1111
Call me soon
He stumbled to the kitchen phone, picked up the receiver and started to push buttons. After three tries he heard:
“Hello, Hello? Who is this?” from the receiver.
“H..H…Hank” I said.
“Hank? You sound terrible. Are you alright?” demanded Belton.
“She stole my Mustang!”
“What do you mean? Who stole your Mustang? “.
“Marie. She found out I fucked Monique…”
“Monique?? Do you mean Monica?” Belton asked.
“Yes, Mon….i….ca. And… she left me forever and I threw away her…(Burp!)… wedding rings.”
Belton said “Give me your address, leave the front door unlocked and go lie down. I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t forget; leave the fucking door open!”
“Okay, buddy. You’re a swell guy and…. I’m glad you……fucked my wife.” I said and hung up the phone and went into the bedroom to lie down. I quickly fell asleep. It is a peaceful, inebriated sleep, and I start snoring loudly.
Belton looks for Monica who is in the living room nursing theIr son while talking to her 20 year old sister, Faith, who is visiting. Faith is 5’6″ tall with a body that creates dreams of carnal pleasure. Her pierced breasts are 34C, her tummy measures 25″, her hips are 38″ and her legs are shapely. Her ass is big, apple-shaped and firm. She has dark burgundy red hair that goes well with her pecan-brown skin tone.
She is wearing a see through red blouse that can’t hide her large pink areolas and black nipples. She wears a pleated gray mini skirt hiked up to her waist exposing her slick, naked pussy. Belton enters the room noticing his sister-in-law’s twat. “Nice view, Faith.” he says walking over to Monica. Faith smiles and rocks her legs back and forth causing her labia to open just enough to show pink flesh.
“Do you remember that white boy you fucked this afternoon?” he asks.
“Sure do; Hank. Very talented cock.” she purred.
“That’s the one. Look, he’s in a jam with his wife and now is drinking himself to death. I’d hate to see his marriage to that nice piece of ass go south. I’m gonna head over to his crib and make sure he sleeps it off safely. Do you have any other suggestions?” he says.
Monica’s face is blank. Suddenly she looks up at Belton and her sister and snaps her fingers. “Got the perfect idea. We’ll all go to Hank’s. You can take care of the liquor and groceries, and Faith can look after poor rejected Hank. I’ll do the cooking and supervise. When he finally sobers up we can ask him to please tell us what happened. Deal?”
“Deal!” echo the two.
Monica goes upstairs with her baby to her mother-in-law’s suite and gives her the baby. “There’s plenty of Enfamil in the fridge. We’ll be back in three days. I’ll call and give you a number where we can be reached. Thanks, Mom.” and runs back down the stairs to her husband and sister.
“Do I need some clothes?” queries Faith.
“I really doubt it.” Replied Belton. If this turns out to be an extended stay, you and your sister can go shopping. It shouldn’t cost much since you don’t need lingerie.”
“Oh please let me buy some panties; what kind of girl will he think I am?” she pouts.
He hurries them to the door calling out “Who’s ever home, feed the cat and take out the trash.”
Belton leads to his Chevy Suburban and helps Faith into the middle of the bench seat with Monica riding shotgun. He tears out of the parking lot of the upscale development and heads towards 9W to cross the GWB. Most of the traffic is still eastbound which allows Belton to cross in 15 minutes and head for I 95 south to Lawrenceville.
In another hour they are at the Trenton interchange where Belton picks up US 130 South. After 30 minutes they are on the access road to Northgate Townhomes.
There is no map at the turnoff and Belton has no idea where building 114 is. He slowly drives down the main road looking for a first floor unit with a light on. He spots one and quickly stops the Suburban and runs to the apartment window and starts rapping on it loudly. A white male comes to the window and sees Belton holding a $50 dollar bill, gesturing for him to open the door.
The door opens and Belton forces the $50 into his hand and asks”Where is building 114?” The man looks at the bill and then steps down to the stoop pointing out the direction.
“Thanks Bro.” calls out Belton starting the Suburban and puts it in gear and tears off.
Thankfully he now sees numbers on the buildings and drives to a parking spot. He sees the first unit is the one he wants with the unit number painted plainly on the door.
All three get out and walk up the three step stoop, He tries the door knob – it opens. Inside is a small landing in front of a flight of stairs. The bottom door is open and Belton leads the way in.
The apartment is clean and decorated cottage style. There’s no one in the living room. Belton walks into the dining room, then through an archway to the kitchen. Monica and Faith take a right and find the hallway to the bath and bedrooms.
Hank’s snoring helps locate him. “In here!” shouts Monica.
Still in his Mustang GT shirt and madras shorts, it was clear that Hank was breathing as Faith, a former nursing student, checked his pulse. She smiles at Monica who finds the light switch and floods the room with light.
The powerful odor of stale beer hit the girls.
“Phew!” said Faith. She checked Hank’s eyes and found them very red.
It was Monica’s suggestion to get Hank into the shower to clean him off and rid him of the beer stench. Faith said “No, I’ll do it.” and quickly removed her top and skirt.
“C’mon help me strip him.” said Faith as she undid the belt to his shorts and pulled them off.
“Oh, he’s commando.” said a smiling Monica. “You have something in common with him already.” She noted his erect penis was close to 8″ long, and thicker than average. “Let’s see if he’s wearing a bra.” chucked her sister pulling his t-shirt over his head and letting his head drop back to the headboard with a “thud”.
“Owww!” Hank protested with eyes still closed.
Faith likes his sculpted body with its great pecs and abs definition. The muscles around his groin enhance his penis. She pokes his large testicles sac and licks her lips..
Faith said “I don’t want him pissing on me in the shower. I better relieve his cock.”
She got up on the bed between Hank’s legs and grabbed his cock and started jerking it. She got nearer and started licking it and rubbing her saliva up and down on it.
After ten minutes of alternating hands and lubrication from his pre cum and her saliva she notices his balls contracting and he is shifting on the bed. She puts his cock in her mouth and expertly sucks it in all the way down to his pubes, guiding his cock past her tonsils into her throat. Hank opened his eyes and felt her swallow three or four ropes of his cum. Smiling, his eyes roll back in their sockets and he lays his head back down with a loud sigh.
Faith was still cleaning his cock when Monica offered to finish him up for her.
Faith shook her head no, and sat up with her back against the headboard and pulled Hank’s head to her lap.
She plays with his tousled hair trying to get it to lay flat and hears “uuummmmm.”
She bent over and kissed him softly on his lips and rubbed his washboard abs.
“Can I keep him sis?”
“We’ll see,” said Monica, laughing while taking her own clothes off. “Let’s get him to the shower.”
They were able to get him off the bed and walk him into the bathroom. The shower is in the tub and they got him to lift his first foot over the side, but couldn’t get the other foot in.
Monica called Belton who had been drinking Hank’s beer while watching a baseball game on the 21″ TV in the living room.
Coming into the bathroom Belton walked over and tapped the offending foot and said “Lift it!” and Hank does. Moving the offending foot to the tub Belton says “drop it.” which Hank does again.
Belton gave a big smile and patted himself on the back noting that both girls are naked in a bathroom with a naked white guy. He just shook his head and went back to the game.
Faith turned the water on to get the shower working and adjusted the water to a lukewarm setting.
Monica held him up from outside the tub as Faith lathered his body paying particular attention to his cock, scrotum, and anus. Soaping up his anus, Faith works two long fingers into his rectum then twists her hand, She smiles when she hits his prostate and watches his cock jump.
She hosed him off with the warm water and then asked Monica to help her lay him down in the tub.
She tells her to make three black coffees and let her know when they’re done. Also they need towels to dry everyone.
She continued to hose Hank’s body when Monica said “Coffee’s ready, doll.” and brought four fluffy towels in.
Faith got out of the tub and turned the shower to its coldest temperature. For a long second nothing happened as Hank continued to sleep. Finally cold water fills the shower head and hits Hank in the chest waking him immediately with a “Fuck….FUCK…..FUCK!”
He is lying down and can’t reach the shower head. For what seems an eternity cold water continues to flow turning his torso blue. With his foot he bangs the water handle and the torture stops.
He was shivering and saw for the first time the ebony beauties who tortured him. He smiles and extends his hand and the girls help him up and wrap a towel around his waist and drape another over his shoulders.
Monica gave him a coffee cup and gave him a kiss. She said “I’m sorry about your wife.” that resulted in a quizzical look.
“You told Belton what happened.”
Hank nods, understanding her sympathy.
Faith had by now toweled off her body. She moved over to Hank, pulled his coffee cup away from his mouth and gave him a kiss.
She broke the kiss holding his face, smiled beautifully and said “Let’s get you into the bedroom and figure out what you really need most.” She hands Monica his cup and guides him into the bedroom to his bed and places him on his back. Monica turns the light off and watches Hank and her sister.
Faith sits on the bed with her back to him to reach between her legs and searches for her IUD. She smiles as she pulls it out and drops it on the floor. Monica’s heart beats faster when she sees that Faith is unprotected. Monica shakes her head knowing her sister is very fertile as are all the women on her mother’s side. Monica leaves the room with the door open.
Faith gets into bed on top of him with her right thigh between his legs rubbing his flaccid cock up and down with no result.
“Oh, playing hard to get are we?” She grabs his cock and starts stroking him gently. After a few minutes she starts stroking him vigorously and he starts moving his hips and she feels his cock twitching and suddenly he wakes and tries to sit up.
“Hold still mister whitey, everything’s okay.”
My vision slowly came back into focus and I saw a beautiful black woman lying across my body pumping my cock. In a split second I saw her captivating smile and burgundy curly hair that looked great with her light skin tone. Her large, pierced C breasts were inches from my mouth and I reached for one nipple and started sucking. I made up my mind years ago that sucking nipples was not sex. Then I started wondering how this gorgeous Nubian ended up here. I also thought, “What would Marie say?”
“Honey, If you don’t mind me asking, who the fuck are you, and why are we naked in my bed?”
“We’re naked because I’m always naked when I fuck. My name is Faith and I’m Monica’s sister. You fucked her this afternoon and she recommended that I try you out for myself. If you bite hard on my nipple I cum a lot, and will let you fuck my nigger cunt and give you a better ride than you had with her.”
While she was speaking my hands were roaming up and down her soft, lean back and sculptured ass while I was mesmerized by her knockout tits, one of which I was still sucking and biting the nipple. She smelled delicious, too. She arched her back and trembled with pleasure and moved her lips down to mine and swished her tongue in my mouth for fifteen minutes until I broke the kiss.
“But how did you end up here, and, really, why are you fucking me?”
“You called my brother-in-law, Belton, and asked him for help saying your skanky wife left you. Monica figured I would be able to ease your pain somehow. I know whites love to fuck women of color as it happens all the time. Your hard cock tells me you’re no different.”
“Maria is not skanky; I love her very much.”
“You think I’m a dumb field nigger. Huh? Where’s your wife now, huh whitey? Why did you smell like a sour frat party when we walked in, huh? Where are your boys, huh? She left your ass dragging on the floor, and she’s probably with a lover right now. According to my brother-in-law, she likes black cock so you’re out of a job, whitey. Now bite my titties and make me cum and I’ll decide if you’re man enough to fuck my pussy.”
She kissed me again and squeezed my cock and I was lost.
Smiling, I pulled away from her lips and, grabbing her by her waist with my right arm, flipped her over putting her on her back with me on top. She squealed but just smiled, squeezing her breasts waiting for my reaction.
She was the most beautiful black woman I ever saw. I was now kneeling across her pelvis with my stiff cock poking her pierced belly button. She was watching me intently with eyes wide open with her hair fanned out beneath her head on the pillow. Her tits are a pervert’s dream (I’m a breast man). I scooted my ass down her shapely thighs to get a better look at her. No matter what part of her body I examined, she was perfect. She had ample hips, but was not fat. Her clit hood, breasts and navel were pierced by gold hoops (which is another fetish of mine). Her bare pussy was smooth and I couldn’t resist flicking the clit ring with my finger. Her hips jumped and I could swear that her face became flushed and she squealed again.
“I don’t think you had much experience handling a black woman — do you? I like it rough and dir…”.
She stopped talking as I kissed her luscious lips and lay on top of her with my hands on her tits and only got her areola in my mouth. I grabbed that tit with both hands and squeezed and bit the nipple and she yelped and arched her back and pulled me closer. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating; very different from Marie’s.
I switched tits and began kissing the smooth mounds and sucking them hard, leaving a trail of hickies. She was panting and breathing slowly and wiggling beneath me. I moved down across her abdomen and marked her some more as she gently ran her fingers through my hair and circled my ears with her nails. She was getting goosebumps.
She has sculpted abs. “Do you work out?” I asked while trailing my tongue over her and nibbling on her skin.
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business, whitey! Am I gonna be here all night listening to your bullshit, or are you gonna be a man and do something to me?”
I inched lower to the location of her scent and stuck my tongue out and lapped at her wet slit while watching her eyes. She flinched. I smiled and licked around her vulva in a big circle deliberately staring away from her clit that was beginning to poke out from behind its hood.
I nibbled at her right thigh just below her groin. I did the same thing to her other thigh and she trembled slightly. She no longer was trying to get me off of her body and she was still running her fingers through my hair. I glanced down at her slit and noticed she was very wet.
I moved up her torso until I was face to face with her and kissed her all around her eyebrows, her forehead, her temples, cheeks and chin. Our eyes remained fixed on each other and I moved up to her lips and kissed her very hard forcing my tongue between her lips. She resisted. I pressed harder against her lips while moving my tongue back and forth. I was beginning to think I was going to fail when she grabbed and pulled my head to her face and responded with an open mouth kiss and fought me with her tongue inside my mouth. She was whimpering into my mouth and my cock grew and was painful.
She was moaning and wrapping her legs around my ass and using her feet to pull me closer to her as our kisses continued. We were kissing with open mouths and I could feel the ring in her clit poking my cock and I felt pre-cum;leaking from my cock.
I quickly rose up and moved to her left side grabbing both her legs from behind her knees and lifted them up and back to her head so her knees were touching her ears.
I then lifted her left leg over my head to my shoulder.
I quickly shoved my cock inside her warm pussy and she said “OOOOOWWWWWW!” as I watched her eyes widen like saucers as she gasped. She arched her back and began trembling with her first orgasm as my slut. I was very pleased and felt like superman.
Not giving her any time to respond I raised my hips until just my cock head was inside her and slammed inside and bottomed out against her cervix causing her eyes to go wide again and her mouth to form an ‘O’ and said “UUHHHGGHHH! UUHHHUUHHH!” each time I slammed into her cervix.
I pummeled her five times quickly and then pulled out for a second with just my cock head between her lips and quickly pummeled her another five times. I believed that if I could keep her aroused she wouldn’t have time to think about stopping me.
I fucked her hard and continuously and quickly built up a warm sweat and she was perspiring too and now she was moaning and squealing and moving her hips into my thrusts. He hands her grasping my arms, seemingly pulling me into her pussy.
I changed position by dropping her legs.to either side of me and pulling her over to her right side and got between her legs in a scissor hold and had closer access to her crotch with her left leg over my leg in the pretzel dip position. This allowed me to pump deeper into her vagina and hit new places inside her cunt. “Oh FFFFUUUCKKK MEEEEEEE” she screamed and really got her hips moving back at me and had another orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. This position lets me see her face and I can grab her breasts and exposes her ass cheek to me as well. I slapped her hard on her beautiful ass and watched her ass turn red leaving my handprints on her. She screamed when I first hit her “OOOOUUUCCCCHHH!” The screaming turned into moaning and I swear she got an orgasm from the spanking alone.
The headboard was banging noisily against the wall and the mattress springs were singing as I fucked her with all my might. Now she was moving her head back and forth as her eyes rolled up in her sockets. She closed her eyelids and started making loud gasps for breath. All this time she was still pulling my one arm urging me to do more.
I paused for a breath and she kept tugging my arm and said “More, whitey. Fuckk mee more.”
I got off her and let her leg down gently and then rolled her over to lay on her stomach and got on my knees and lifted her pelvis up so I could fuck her doggy style.
Her head was buried in the soaked pillow and her boobs and shoulders were on the mattress with her ass in the air and her knees spread apart. My cock was sore from slamming her cervix all night. Her one buttock was red raw from the spanking I gave her, and her vulva was definitely going to be black and blue tomorrow.
Her cunt was hyper-sensitive as I ran my tongue along her slit causing her to flinch and pull away mumbling “nnnnnoooooooo.”
I lined my cock up and slowly sank back into her hot cunt and held onto her hips as she grunted and tried to pull her battered sex away from me. I was seated inside her with my ball sack resting against her sex and I started to stroke in and out slowly.
“It huuuurts, whitey. It hurts.” I picked up the pace and fucked her from behind for fifteen or twenty minutes, and she pushed back the entire time. I was very tired and sweating profusely and dripping on her body below me.
I again picked up my pace and started hammering her as fast as I could and felt a numbness growing in my thighs and spreading through my torso up to my head and it exploded in a wonderful climax. I ejaculated five or six times and collapsed exhausted. I rolled off of her and lay beside her on the soaked sheets.
Her head was turned away from me and I reached up to stroke her hair. I said “Faith? Are you okay?” She turned her head to me and I moved the hair away from her face and looked into her captivating brown eyes. She formed a smile on her bruised lips and said, “Can we do that again, whitey?”