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There wasn't a lot of work to do that day and she sat at her computer terminal gazing out the window at the clear blue sky of a June day. She was looking forward to her lunch date with Jo Ann, another secretary from an office down the hall. She had met her on one of the rare occasions that her husband had decided to take her out. There was a bartending job opening up at a popular disco by the marina and he was supposed to meet someone there to see about the position. His unemployment had run out and he was getting desparate to find something and since she had been complaining about never getting to go out, he had decided to roll both of these unpleasant chores up into one package and take care of them at the same time. She remembered how excited she was at the prospect of actually getting to go dancing and having a little fun. She had bought a white cotton jump suit and a new pair of white sandles with little silver buckles just for this occasion. Her dark hair hung down to her thin waist and she had washed and blow dried it and brushed it into a sheen. She had put on a light blue eye-shadow and a matching shade of mascara to accentuate her deep blue eyes and dabbed just a touch of a sweet smelling perfume onto her slim neck. When they arrived at the club she heard the loud pounding music from the parking lot and her feet were already moving to the rhythm as they walked through the door. They found a table and ordered some drinks and she asked her husband if he would like to get out on the floor with her before the drinks came. To her chagrin, he shrugged her off and told her that that wasn't what they had come for. His mood was growing fouler every minute as it became clear that the guy he was supposed to meet about the job wasn't going to show. They had been sitting there for half an hour, sipping on the same drinks when a young woman approached them,introduced her self as Jo Ann Lyons and asked them, in what sounded to be an English accent, if she might join them for a minute. She sat down between them and after the song that was playing had ended and before the next one began she asked if anyone would care to dance. Lori remembered how her husband declined but said, jokingly and gesturing toward herself, that the one who wanted to do some dancing was sitting on the other side of her. She remembered thinking how at this point she wouldn't really mind dancing with another girl when the young woman turned to Dwain and asked him if he wouldn't mind, then, if his wife danced with her boyfriend's buddy. He had come along with them and was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel, she explained. Dwain was kind of stuck there. He had already given permission for his wife to dance with somebody and he really couldn't take it back just because her partner would be male - not without losing face anyway. So Jo Ann led her across the room where two men were sitting and introduced them to each other. Lori remembered how shocked she was when the two men turned out to be black. She remembered how she looked over to where Dwain was sitting as she walked to the dance floor with her new partner and how she would never forget the look on her husband's face as he watched her dancing with the tall man to the up-beat tune that poured with a deafening roar from the big speakers that went all around the walls. They weren't even touching each other but she knew that her husband was probably getting jealous as hell. After a couple of fast numbers a slow song came on. She remembered the little moment of awkwardness as the tall black man and she looked at each other before he took her in his long arms and they began to sway to the music. As the song went on he held her a little closer as they began to feel more comfortable with each other. The song seemed to go on forever but when it finally ended, they released their embrace and she looked around to where her husband was sitting but all she saw was the waitress clearing the table off. Dwain was nowhere to be seen. She accompanied the man back to the table where Jo Ann and her boyfriend were sitting and told them that she'd love to stay and dance some more but that she thought she was probably in big trouble and had to leave. Everyone was disappointed and they begged her to stay but she told them that she really had to go. Before she left them, Jo Ann gave her her telephone number and told her to 'ring her up ' sometime. Lori remembered how charming she thought that was and remembered thinking how nice it would be to have a friend from a foreign country. Lori would never forget how embarrased she was as she climbed into the taxi-cab and headed home to her jealous little husband . When she got home they had a hell of a fight that ended with him sleeping on the couch. That was the first night since the beginning of their marriage that they had slept in separate beds. The next day Lori 'rang up' Jo Ann. She explained what had happened in more detail and apologized again. Jo Ann brushed it off and asked her if she would be interested in a secretarial position that would be opening up down the hall from where she worked. Lori was thrilled. It would get her out of the house and bring in some extra money. They might even be able to afford to move out of the dump they had been living in for the past three years. Two weeks later she was sitting at the same desk that she was sitting at now. Her wrist watch sounded it's little alarm and she broke out of her revery. It was time for lunch. ~ Jo Ann was just getting off the phone when Lori showed up at her cubicle with a bright cherry smile on her face. Jo Ann motioned to her that she would be right there and spoke into the phone. "Okay, Zeb, gotta go now, Lori's here and we're going to lunch...". She looked at Lori and gave her a coy smile. "I know, I know...",she said into the phone, "I know honey, but you know how it is...." She smiled again at her close friend and shook her head as if to say "men". "Okay, honey, I'll see you tonight...love you". And she hung up. Lori asked, "what was that all about?" "Oh nothing, it's just that everytime I mention your name He wants me to let him introduce you to one of his friends." "Well thank him for the nice thought but you know how Dwain is. He wouldn't think of letting me go out with anybody." "I know, that's what I keep telling him, but he's very persistent." The two girls talked as they made their way to lunch. "Lori, have things been getting any better between you and Dwain?" "Are you kidding? The only time there's any peace around the place is when he goes to visit Lisa on the weekends." "That bad huh...listen love, you know you don't have to stay cooped up in that little apartment all weekend if he's not even going to be around. Why don't you come along with Zeb and me. A friend of his has some kind of an estate up in the mountains north of here, and there would be plenty of room for you. You'd even have your own guest cottage. "Sounds great Jo Ann, but if Dwain called (and believe me he would), and I'm not there to answer the phone there would be a lot of explaining to do when he got home." "Love, I don't see how you can live like this. You've got to start thinking just a little about yourself. if he wants to go out of town every weekend then you owe it to yourself to be able to do the same thing if you want." "I know, but I'm really trying to give this marriage every chance I can to work and if it doesn't, then I can move on to somthing else." As they sat down at the restraunt table, their conversation got a little more intimate. " You know, Lori, there's more to a marriage than good sex. There should be a mutual respect for each other too not to mention simple courtesy." Lori had never really confided in anyone about the other problem that she had with her husband but she could't go on trying to keep up the pretext of being two mismatched love birds. "Jo Ann, I know that I've given you the impression that Dwain is some kind of red hot lover but...and it really hurts to admit it but we haven't been getting along in bed either." Jo Ann was genuinely surprised to hear that. It looked like her friend had really been putting one over on her. But she had to be sure. "Are you telling me that you two aren't getting it on every night now?" Lori found it more difficult to admit now that she could see how surprised Jo Ann was. "Jo Ann I'm really sorry that I didn't confide in you before but I have to admit I'm really at the end of my wits. The truth is that Dwain and I haven't even been sleeping in the same bed since that night that I first met you at the disco and he got jealous over me dancing with that guy and stormed out of the club." This was a bombshell for Jo Ann. "God, Lori, that was three...over three months ago. I remember because it was Zeb's birthday we were celebrating that night. And that was in May. You mean to tell me that you haven't..." "That's right,Jo Ann," "...made love together for over three months?" "God, I can't believe it either. I keep telling myself that he can't hold out much longer but it just keeps going on and on. I know it's driving me crazy. It has to be doing the same thing to him. I mean how long can a man go without sex?" "How do you know that he is?" "No, I thought about that, Jo Ann, he's just not the kind of guy that would have an affair." "Lori, he's got to be doing something." "I know he can't be." "Look if he's not having an affair then he must be..." "He's not having an affair. I would know it." "Well then, Lori, I would say that he has to be masturbating." Jo Anns words hit home. All she could do was look at her friend. It made perfect sense. But she still couldn't believe it. Jo Ann leaned closer and looked her eye to eye. "Love, there couldn't be any other explaination. Answer me this: does he keep any 'girly magizines around the place?" "Well no, I mean I haven't seen any. "What about video-cassettes ?" "No, not that kind...I Huge Black Dick ass jiggle and twitch seductively with each and every step, he mumbled to himself, "Oh, I have a feeling they'll know you're here..." Over the next hour, David's group of friends made their way to the apartment. All of them were his co-workers and were also very close to his age of 28. Alex had blond hair and a physically-fit body, thanks to many surfing sessions at the beach. Shawn's hair was brown and he had a slim but strong body. Kris had black hair and a handsome face, but just an average build. Tyrone had the best-looking body of the group. He was tall and attractive, and black. An African-American man, Tyrone was best friends with David. The four guests expected to come over to David's place to get loud and rowdy for their favorite pro football team. None of them expected to find a blonde bombshell like Cindy; especially one dressed in such a tiny little outfit. They had never met David's wife before, and to no great shock, were extremely impressed with Cindy's beauty. The young woman found herself giggling like a schoolgirl with some of the forward comments coming from the men. "Wow David, where have you been hiding this?" one man said. "What a fine-looking lady," another observed. "Too bad you're married, sweetheart," one of the men told her. David figured his friends were just kidding, so he laughed while telling them to stop teasing his wife. The group finally relented, and made their way to the living room. The football game was just about to start. Nonetheless, the compliments from the guys made Cindy feel very lightheaded and bubbly. She liked her husband's friends. As a result, the blonde decided that she was going to help them out until leaving for the audition. David protested at first, but Cindy nonetheless wound up serving the guys drinks and snacks from the kitchen. It was her own idea, of course. None of the guys objected to having a "waitress" serve them food and refreshments. This way, they would not miss any action of the big game. Over the next hour, the young wife must have made her way in and out of the living room 20 times. Instead of watching the television screen when Cindy was present, most of the eyes in the room were now focused on her large, firm breasts as they seductively bounced and wiggled with each step. If a set of eyes wasn't fixated upon her breasts, they were on her sweet ass, watching it twitch while she moved along. "Why is your wife dressed that way?" Shawn asked David once Cindy left the room. "She's an actress," David replied. "There is an audition later today, and she wants to look her best for it." "Whoooo weeee," Alex commented, shaking his head. "If they are choosing actresses based on looks - in that outfit, your wife should be a lock for whatever role she wants." The other three guests all nodded their heads in agreement. "Come on guys, watch the game," David insisted, shaking his head with a tiny smile. "Get your minds out of the gutter! That's my wife you're talking about!" A short time later, Cindy was preparing a bowl of popcorn and some nachos when she heard a deafening cheer come from the living room - and not the television set. "Those guys," she laughed to herself. "The team must have scored a touchdown." The 25-year-old lady shook her head and added, "Ah, men. Absolutely crazy for their sports." When Cindy went back out to the living room, all eyes were on her again. While the four guests had explored nearly every subtle curve and shape of Cindy's hot Mandingo Rapidshare Ryder Skye Blacks On Blondes about it. Her husband had himself a little erection. She didn't say a word as she turned her hand and tiptoed up to his draw string. She took the end of the string between her finger and thumb and slowly pulled. It seemed to her that he was pretending not to notice what she was doing even as the bow finally came undone and the waist loosened. The garment was much to large even for a pudgy, middle-aged man like him but it gave her room to play with. She could notice that his breathing was becoming a little more rapid as she lifted the waist band about four inches away from his body and peeked under. There it was in all it's glory - all five inchs of it - whiter than cauliflower and stiff as a board. It took all of Lori's will power not to laugh out loud at the throbbing 'stiffy' as it tried to stand up under it's little tent cover. "Poor Dwain", thought Lori,"this is the most excitement the poor boy's seen in a long,long time. His breathing had become noticably deeper and it took him a few minutes to get the words out but he finally worked up his courage and asked her if she had ever dated a black man. Lori thought to herself," this is working even faster than Daryl said ". He had told her to expect a question like that after one or two nights of the 'treatment' but there it was, right from her own husband's lips. She remembered what Daryl had told her about using her imagination and she quickly threw off her sense of revulsion at the sight of her husband's penis and quietly moved her hand inside the little tent. She held her dainty finger over his 'weenie' and then after a long pause, she deliberatly teased him to distraction by tenderly tracing her fingernail along the short length of the upturned 'boner' and whispering in his ear with a matter of fact tone of voice..."Yes, I did date a black man once...he was a very good dancer". On hearing these ominous words the stunted phallus tried to raise itself beneath the beautiful young wife's dainty touch but only a slight additional pressure kept it from moving very much. Lori was amused. She knew she'd hit the jackpot. The film moved on from scene to scene of beautiful white women making love with well endowed black studs and Lori could gauge Dwain's level of arousal by the stiffness of his little white penis. She noticed that he relaxed a bit when the scene had only blonde women even though they were just as nice looking as the brunettes but when a scene came on that featured a white female with a similar appearance to her own, his feeble little 'weenie' would start bobbing up and down like a teeter totter. "Poor little man", she whispered inaudibly, "Betrayed by your best friend!" The film moved on now to an actress who wasn't just Lori's type, she was almost a dead-ringer. She looked to see how her husband was reacting. She could hear him take a deep involuntary breath and his little 'weenie' starting throbbing even harder. She knew it wouldn't take very much to get him off now so she started to masturbate him. When the beautiful young 'Lori look-a-like'went to her knees, unzipped the black man's fly and took out a twelve inch coal black cock, Lori could feel Dwain's five inch clam starte to spasm. The black man in the film took the beautiful white woman's arm and began to suck on her fingers and as he did this his large, semi-erect cock flopped down and rested on the girls collar bone - making a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. Lori felt something wet hit her arm and she jerked her hand away from her husband's ejaculating organ and quickly started to wipe the disgusting semen off as best she could. She turned her angry blue eyes on the pathetic man."I was afraid you were going to do that!" She stormed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom and locked the door. She was still cursing him as she got into the shower. "You could at least have had the simple courtesy to warn me",she fumed to herself as she scrubbed the foul semen residue off of her slender arm. ~ The next few evenings went pretty much like the one described except that some ground rules were firmly laid down. First of all - if so much as a drop of his filthy stuff touched her again in any way or for any reason, his therapy would end. Second - he was not allowed to masturbate without her permission. If she even suspected him of doing it, his therapy would end. Last and most important - She would be talking to the doctor and reporting on his progress on a regular basis and receiving further instructions. His instructions were to be followed to the letter. If they weren't, his therapy would end. And if the therapy ended, so did the marriage. After two weeks of 'therapy', Lori's husband had become so conditioned to the stimulus that she only had to turn on the bedroom tv and he had an instant hard on. They were almost to the end of the last tape when his impending climax was put on hold by an unexpected phone call from the doctor. He lay there unable to even finish himself off without Lori's permission and tried to piece together the partial conversation she was having with someone. All he could make out was that she was getting some kind of instructions from someone. At one point he thought he heard her say, "yes, I think he's ready...". And then," alright......yes sir...I understand. Okay...bye bye...".And she hung up the phone. She came back and stood by the bed for a moment, looking down at him with unmistakable sadness in her eyes and she said,"sweety we need to talk". She shut off the video and turned the lights down low. Her husband was really confused now and felt ridiculus laying there with no pants on and his member still stiff and sticking in the air as his lovely young wife lay back down beside him. She took his sensitive testicles in her cool hand and began to gently play with the swollen balls as she spoke very softly in his ear. "Dwain, sweetheart, that was the doctor that I just spoke to on the phone. I told him that you were doing real well with the therapy that he prescribed for you and he was very glad to hear that. He also thinks that it would be best if you started masturbating on your own again instead of the way we've been doing it". Her husband looked at her as they lay there in the dimly lit bedroom and a sad puppy dog look came over his face. "But I like the way we've been doing it...", he complained. "I know, honey, but the doctor knows what's best ...right?" There was just the hint of a threat in her voice. "Yes, if you really think so...but I was starting to think that we might even... you know...make love or something...". She gently teased and pulled on the skin of his scrotum and tried to reassure him. "Come on now, don't be a crybaby, we haven't made love in over three months. We really shouldn't rush into something like that without talking to the doctor about it." "When can we talk to him about it?" "Well I'm seeing him tomorrow. If you really want, I'll ask him then." "I just don't see why you should have to ask another man if..." Lori moved her fingertips to the crown of his small penis now - reveling in the control she had over him - and teased the sensitive inner skin of his miserable piss slit. Look, sweety, do you want me to ask him if we can make love or not?" She tweaked his penis. "Yes, Lori, please ask him if we can make love..." "That's a good boy, I promise to ask him. But whatever he says goes. Do we understand?" "Yes" "And there won't be any complaints if he says that it's better that we don't make love?" "No, Lori." ~ The next day, Jo Ann asked Lori how her husband's treatment was going. Lori explained, "Daryl called right as Dwain was about ready to get his rocks off. It kind of surprised me when he told me that he was going to be changing the game plan. From now on, Dwain has to do all the work himself. I'm still supposed to talk to him and help him out that way but we're not allowed to touch." "How did he take to that idea?" "Poor boy, I think he almost cried. I actually felt sorry for him in a way. It's funny, though. Daryl didn't say anything about that at the office yesterday. I'm still trying to figure out what made him change his mind so suddenly." Jo Ann looked a little sheepish and said,"Uh, Love, I hope you don't get mad at me for what I'm about to tell you but I mentioned what we were talking about the other day to Zeb. And I think he might of said something to Daryl about it". Lori's mouth dropped open and her blue eyes widened. "You mean about..." "Yes, I'm afraid I've got a little bit of a big mouth, don't I?" "Oh my god! Oh my god!" "Listen, Lori, this could be a good sign though. I mean, he still wants to see you and he doesn't want you touching Dwain. It must be a good sign. If he didn't like the idea of you feeling like that about him then he wouldn't really care. Would he?" "Oh well...I guess so. But it's embarassing." "A little embarassment isn't that big a deal, love, if it gets you what you want, is it?" Lori was embarassed. Her pretty white face blushed at the thought of Zeb telling his bro' all about her intimate feelings for him. She hardly knew how she would face him, now that he knew. But Jo Ann was right. It would be a dream come true if Daryl would pluck her from her miserable life with Dwain. And if there were even a remote chance of that happening then she was willing to face hell itself to see it come true. Later as she walked down the long hall that led to Daryl's office, she was dying with anticipation for how he was going to act toward her, now that he knew how she felt about him. She bravely opened the door to his office and stepped inside. He was seated with his back turned to her looking out the window. And as she moved quietly toward him, he turned and stood up. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. There wasn't going to be any pretense of professional demeanor here. The great black man put his arms around the sweet young white girl and as she raised her beautiful face to him and let her lips part,they kissed. Their kiss was passionate but quiet. They let their tongues say everything that needed to be said without having to make a sound. They kissed for what seemed to be a whole hour -- only pausing long enough to separate and gaze into each others eyes before they began to kiss again. They had moved to the couch and as he cuddled her in his arms, he asked Lori what her husband thought about the new direction his treatment would be going in. Lori looked into Daryl's eye's with a mischeivious smile. "Promise you won't get mad?" "How could I get mad at you my little treasure?", he said as he caressed her soft white cheek with his large black paw. "Well...he made me promise to ask you if it would be alright with you if..." She couldn't keep a straight face as much as she had wanted to and began to laugh. 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"If you would like it, yes, I would," came the words from David's mouth. A second later, he could not believe he had said that. Cindy was HIS; she was his prize possession. But on the other hand, it had always been a deep-rooted fantasy of David's to watch Cindy get fucked by a group of men. He often thought of what the scene would look like, while watching adult movies of this particular genre. "If any of you guys want me, come and get me." The four guests looked at each other, then Cindy, then each other again. They were all shocked. However, Kris was the first one to take the initiative. He stood up and started walking over to her. "My pleasure, baby." David looked on in stunned silence as he watched Kris take Cindy into his arms and smother her mouth with a kiss. He saw a brief exchange of tongues, then looked at the other guys. They too, were staring at the scene in front of them in sheer amazement. David never imagined that he could sit idly by and watch another man kiss his beloved wife. Cindy whimpered and nearly melted in Kris' arms as the kiss grew stronger and deeper. Kris snaked a hand between their pressed bodies, and pawed away at one of her ample breasts, hidden underneath the tight top she still wore. Cindy squealed in arousal when Kris pinched one breast with a hand and used another to paw her bottom. When Kris grabbed Cindy's short-skirt and pulled it up, past her waist, everyone had a clear view of her perfect ass and the string bikini-panties which hid less than 5% of it. At this point, David jumped up and demanded, "Let her go, Kris! She is MY wife!" "Hush David," Cindy admonished him, while breaking the kiss. "You said if I wanted to, I could have sex with these guys. Now sit back and enjoy the show." Her mouth went back to Kris' for another passionate kiss. Defeated, David sat back down on the sofa. It was true. He did give her permission to carry on with these guys. His husbandly side was screaming at him, telling him to stop the scene before him from unfolding anymore. On the other hand, his erotic side was urging him to let it continue. Slowly, David's erotic side was gaining the advantage. Shawn got up and decided to join the action. He walked over to Cindy and Kris, who were still embracing one another with their lips locked. He nudged up behind Cindy and pressed his bulging crotch against her backside. The pretty blonde sighed at the initial contact, then moaned as Shawn wrapped his arms around her from behind. His hands came to rest on her Blacks On Cougars Password Mandingo Megaupload buy her some nice summer clothes. I mean since I'm working too now we could afford to do that." Dwain was really impressed. He had no idea that Lori really liked his daughter that much. In fact, at times, he thought she might be downright jealous of the affection he showed her. "I think that's a great idea. I'll call and set it up after dinner. Thanks honey." "No problem." Lori said. Now was as good a time as any. "Honey, as long as we're on the subject of setting things up, there's something I need to talk to you about." Her husband's expression sobered when she said that. When she wanted to talk, it usually wasn't about the weather. He looked at her expectantly. "Dwain, you know it's been over three month's since we've had any kind of 'physical' contact?" "Hmmm, yeah..." "You know I'm thinking that we need to do something about that before it's too late. I mean it's starting to get to me." "Has it been that long?" "Yes, it has." There was a long silence. "Dwain, I think we need to get some counseling and I've decided to set up an appointment with a doctor in Beverly Hills tomorrow. If you want, I'll set it up for you too. You don't have to come but I think that it might be a good idea for us to go in together." "No, you go, he said waving his arms. I'll have to think about it." "Sweety, you've had three months to think about it..." Now he was getting mad. "No, it's your idea, you go and see what they have to say and then maybe I'll come in later when you have it all figured out." There was no budging him. "Alright, if you're at least willing to think about it then I'll do that. But I want you to promise me that you'll keep an open mind about this. It's very important to me, Dwain, and if you want us to stay married it had better be important to you too." "It's important to me", he said defensively. "Because I'm doing this for both of us - not just me." "I know that." Lori told herself to take it easy on him even though she really felt like letting him have it. "I don't want to hear any complaints later if you don't happen to agree with the therapist." "Don't worry, whatever the therapist says is fine by me." "Are you sure about that." "Yes." She still wasn't sure that he understood how important this was to her and even as tears started forming in her deep blue eyes she forced herself to finish it. "Dwain", she said, in a very soft and somber tone,"if this doesn't work...we're through...for good". "Alright, alright. Whatever this therapist says to do, we'll do. I promise." They looked at each other for a few moments. He had promised to do whatever the therapist said to do and that would have to be good enough for now. She had done a good job of bluffing but she knew ,that in reality, she didn't have anymore of an idea than he did about exactly what Zeb's friend would have them do. He served dinner to her and then he went into the bedroom and called his daughter's boarding school and made their summer arrangements ~ Lori was a little apprehensive as she sat in the doctor's plush waiting room wondering how she should best explain her problem to him. After waiting for about fourty-five minutes, the receptionist finally told her that she could go in. As she opened the door, Dr. McMichaels rose and walked toward her with his hand extended and a smile on his face. "Ah", he said, in a very doctorly tone, "come on in and have a seat, Lori. She gave him her hand and returned the smile in a slightly uneasy way. Zeb had forgotten to mention that Dr. McMichaels happened to be a very large and very dark skinned negro. "I talked to Zeb Stewart and he told me a little about this problem you've been having and I want you to know that, from what I've heard so far, it's anything but uncommon. It put the young wife at ease right away to know that she wouldn't have to start from the beginning. She would remember to thank Zeb for making it a little easier for her. "You've gotta be kidding me, doctor. Do you mean you've seen this before?" "Yes, I have - quite often, and what's more - it seems to be on the rise. In most of the cases there are certain easily recognizable factors that seem to drive it -- Sexually transmittible diseases for instance. However, in this case, I don't think that's the problem. Now Zeb told me that you found some magazines and video tapes -- and you believe that your husband has been using these materials for self stimulation. Tell me how you feel about that." "Well I don't feel very good...I thought that I was enough for him but when I saw those pictures and I realized what he was doing with them, It hit me -- that there is something wrong with me as a women. Something that I can't explain -- but I know that it's true." The formidable black man visibly winced as he heard these words coming from Lori's mouth. "Okay", he said as he pondered deeply. "Tell me more." A slight blush came to her beautiful white face as she became aware of how intimate these details were -- but she bit her soft lower lip and fought back the tears. Doctor Michaels leaned forward and placed a large comforting hand on his young patient's shoulder and said, in a comforting tone of voice, "Lori, I know this isn't easy to talk about but it's very important that you do. We need to help -- you -- before we can even begin to think about saving your marriage. And the first thing you need to do is to let it all out. Lori felt the Doctor's strong hand on her shoulder and it made her feel safe and warm inside. She hardly knew the man but she felt attracted to him in a way that she hadn't been attracted to a man in a very long time. She knew that it wasn't proper to be having these feelings for someone that was trying to treat you but there they were. "I know", she said softly, "I've needed someone to talk to about how I feel for a long time but I just didn't know who to turn to." "And now you do." He spoke firmly and confidently and she knew that everything would be alright. All she really had to do was let him take charge. And she felt that she could do that now. Their session lasted for over an hour and when he finally told her that it was over, she felt as if it had only just begun. But she was relieved when he told her that he wanted to see her again every day after work for an hour. She set up her next appointment with the receptionist before she left and walked to her car feeling as if a giant weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She almost felt like a kid again. When she got home, a little bit of that weight felt like it was climbing back on her shoulders when she saw her husband sitting at the dining room table looking up at her. Two plates were setting on the table and his look seemed to ask her why she was late. "I'm famished", she exclaimed as she threw her purse on the couch and kicked her shoes off. She sat down and started serving herself -- not really looking directly at him. "So, how'd it go?", he asked. "It went very well", she said, "I really like that man." "Is he going to be able to help us?" Lori paused and said, "Absolutely". Her husband seemed to be expecting more, so she went on. "Today we just talked about me and the feelings that I've been having. We're going to be getting into you later on this week." "You have another appointment this week?" "Everyday after work this week." Dwain was a little surprised. "Isn't that going to get kind of expensive?", he asked. Lori thought for a moment and said,"my company's medical plan is going to cover it". Her husband looked relieved. "Oh", he said, "I didn't know you had a medical plan there". "Yep, don't worry, it won't..." -- She wanted to say,"... eat into your porno budget..." -- but she continued,"...cost us a dime ". "So anyway...what's this doctor like?" She was enjoying all the attention. She said, almost as if showing off a new mink coat, "Well, his name is Daryl T. McMichaels M.D. and he's a graduate of Harvard Medical School. But you wouldn't think it to look at him...I mean he's like six-foot nine...he literally towers over me...and he's also very large...you know...'built'...and when we shook hands when he introduced himself, I couldn't believe how big his hands were. I felt like a little girl." "McMichaels...is that Irish?" Lori snickered, "Uh no, actually, to tell the truth he's African American". "He's black?" "Yes dear." And she couldn't help but giggle just a little as she remembered about her husband's 'hang up' with interracial sex. She felt like teasing him a bit. "Blacker than the Ace of Spades! I know...I was surprised too but you forget about that after you talk to him for a while. And anyway what difference does it make what color he is?" Her husband tried not to look rattled but he was perceptably shaken. "Oh, no difference at all -- none whatsoever." Lori had to use all her self control not to laugh out loud at her husbands nervousness. She thought, "He really has no idea that I know about his little secret", she thought, as an amused smile came to her face. "She said, "I,m very glad to hear you say that, sweety. I'm already beginning to see an improvement in your attitude and he hasn't even seen you yet. And then she thought to herself, "I think Zeb may be right. I think this may be just what the doctor ordered." ~ The next day went slow for her. All she could think about was her impending visit with Daryl that evening. She new it was odd to think of her doctor as if she were on a first name basis but then come to think of it, he had called her by her first name and there didn't seem to be anything out of place about that -- so what the hell. She wanted to brag about him to everyone at work but she knew she didn't dare --of course. The way the rumors flew around there, she would be on the six-o'clock news by the time she got home. She could, however, tell Jo Ann all about him at lunch and she looked forward to that. "So did you make the appointment?", Jo Ann asked, in an excited whisper as they sat down at their usual table. "Yes." "And, and...",Jo Ann begged. "And what?" "Come on, Lori, don't tease. Did you see him?" Lori couldn't hold it in. "God, Jo Ann, he's absolutely devine! He has a way about him that just inspires confidence. I walked out of his office feeling better than I've felt in years." "Is he really that good?" "Yes, Jo Ann, he is. As a matter of fact, maybe a little too good." "What do you mean?" Lori paused and examined her friend a moment to see if she should go on and then said,"I mean he's really nice -- that's all". "By the way you're talking, I would say you think he's just a little more than nice." "What do you mean", she asked innocently. "I think you know what I mean, Lori. You wouldn't be thinking of him in a romantic way now would you?" "Oh, for heaven's sake, Jo Ann, a man like him wouldn't be interested in someone like me." "That isn't what I asked you, Love. I asked you Savages On Blondes Amy Reid Black Cock As Shawn continued to pay homage to Cindy's breasts, Alex kept up the pace by pounding into her from behind. He had his hands firmly planted on her bottom as he thrusted his cock in and out of her pussy, in the classic doggie-style position. Alex drilled her with all of his strength, his hips pumping back and forth harder and faster than he even previously thought possible. David sat on the sofa, with the same stunned expression as before. His cock was so hard in his pants that it hurt. The repeated loud SLAPping sound, caused by Alex's heavy balls hitting Cindy's upturned ass, reverberated throughout David's ears and mind. Watching his beautiful, angel wife get hammered like this was the most exciting thing which had ever happened to him. "I'M GONNA CUM!" Cindy screamed as Alex continued pumping into her from behind, while Shawn still pinched her nipples. "CUM WITH ME!" Alex exclaimed. "LET'S CUM TOGETHER!" Both individuals roared out in unequaled passion as they experienced mutual orgasms. Alex pumped his thick seed into Cindy's willing pussy, mixing it with her own release. The two shuddered together in shared lust for several seconds, until Alex pulled away. Next, the 25-year-old woman collapsed upon the floor, her breathing ragged and heavy. As Shawn caressed Cindy's long, silky blonde hair, David finally got up from the sofa and rushed over to his wife. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he insisted, fearful that she may be hurt. After all, she had collapsed upon the floor and was gasping for breath. He had never seen her this way after a sexual encounter. "I'm okay," Cindy managed, in response to his question. "But I'd feel a lot better if I could have some more cock!" David's jaw almost hit the floor because of her lewd comment. She usually did not talk that way. Cindy's head rose from the floor and she looked at her husband. "Hmmm, three guys have had me already. You have four friends here... which one am I missing?" She glanced around the room and gasped once her blue eyes found Tyrone. Tyrone gasped as well - due to the lust-ridden eyes which Cindy intently stared at him with. Was a beautiful white woman actually hot for him? "What do you think about white pussy?" Cindy squealed as she rose to her knees. She started moving toward Tyrone, a sexy smile on her face. "Have you ever had sex with a white woman before?" Suddenly, Tyrone's cock was bigger than it ever had been before. He never dreamed of that this scenario would take place for real - not even in his wildest fantasies. "Ma'am," the polite-sounding man said. "I've never been with a white girl before - sexually speaking." Still walking on her knees toward him, Cindy flashed a charming smile and said, "Would you like to?" "HONEY!" David exclaimed. "You want to have sex with Tyrone, too?" "Why not?" Cindy giggled. "I've always had a thing for black men." She made her way up to Tyrone and stared directly into his eyes. "I find black men... ATTRACTIVE." Tyrone gasped in utter shock at her comment. "I... I... I'd love to have sex with you..." he mumbled. Tyrone's body stiffened and he sighed as Cindy reached for his belt buckle and unlooped it. She whipped his belt off, then nearly tore open his trousers. With her right hand, she fished his erect shaft out from within a pair of boxers, and squeezed it. "Oooooh, black cock..." Cindy squealed as she eyed and held the huge monster. The young woman gave the tip of his shaft a lick and added, "I've Hot Interracial Sex inch down the great black shaft. It was if he were driving her down on him without even the slightest movement of his powerful hips. The slaps came faster now and a bulge appeared in her throat where the giant penis was causing it to extrude. The tip of the organ that she had been so playfully engaged with only moments before was now way past her tonsils. "Naughty little girl", he teased, as the black paw came down even harder on her soft white skin. Lori began to orgasm. She wanted to breath but her climax was so intense that without anymore spanking, she forced more and more of Daryl's humongous black cock down her slender white throat until her nose finally nestled itself in the dense curly hair of his thick pubic mound. After only a moment she pulled back all the way, completely disengaging from it and took a long deep breath as she fell over on her back, still under the power of the first true orgasm she had ever experienced in her young life. Daryl let her bathe in the warm feeling until she finally seemed to be coming back to her senses. Then he gently scooped his tired little princess up in his arms and rocked her gently. "Sleep well, Lori, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow," he said, as he brushed her long black hair. She was thoroughly spent and only barely awake, but her mouth continued to make sucking movements. So he slowly eased her down to his cock. It was still semi-hard and as the soft cheek of the sleepy girl brushed against it, it bobbed up to meet her lips. The scent of his manhood entered her nostrils and she opened her mouth and took the purple knob inside. As soon as the giant cock felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth, it ceased it's bobbing motion. It became perfectly still, except for the rythmic flaring of its tiny mouth. It seemed to be sipping and tasting the sweetness of the young white girl as she lay there nestled beside her black master, sucking herself to sleep. ~ As the morning light creeped through the bedroom window, Lori stirred and began to open her eyes. At first she thought she was back at home with Dwain but as her eyes focused on Daryl's penis, she remembered where she was. She raised her head slightly and saw that he was still asleep. Being careful not to wake him, she lowered her face back down and let her lips brush softly along the sleeping black cock. She examined the tip and let her tongue sneak out and enjoy the rich musky taste of it. She ran her small white index finger along it's length. marvelling at the sheer size of his manhood. It seemed to stir and grow under her attention and as she continued to play with it she could feel Daryl's powerful pulse begin to throb against her sweet young lips. The memory of her first orgasm the night before began to come back to her and she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. Lori was so engaged in her play that she hadn't noticed that Daryl had begun to wake up and was a little startled when she heard him say," Well you've made it itch, so why don't you scratch it?" Her beautiful blue eyes darted up to see him smiling down at her and as a mischevious smile came to her own face she raised up and threw her leg over him. Her beautiful face beamed with anticipation as she straddled the black man's powerful waist and her slender white thighs caressed his dark skin. She was barely able to encompass his massive girth, in fact, she looked a bit like a little girl trying to ride bare back on a black stallion. Daryl puckered his lips and she slowly leaned forward to kiss him. His giant fallus began to arise from it's slumber, slowly rising from his thighs like a giant flagpole as it became harder and fatter until it had begun to bend all the way over. Unaware of the threat to her upturned nakedness, Lori was tenderly kissing Daryl all over his rugged black face. Even as the huge purple knob began to brush against the soft white skin of her inner thighs, she was leisurely running the tip of her tongue along the bridge of his nose. She traced the outlines of his nostrils this way and probed inside them, completely lost in the revery of her lust. Daryl's huge black penis was now poised at the very entrance to Lori's upturned vagina and as she continued to worship his face with her sweet wet tongue, he raised up and pushed her back until the ugly knob pressed against her maidenhood forcing the soft outer lips apart and making her gasp in surprise. Her beautiful blue eyes went wide and her jaw dropped in astonishment as the huge black organ nestled more and more snuggly in her tight, tight pussy and as she felt the great penis push it's head past the inner ring, she relaxed and sat back down on it. A visible blush came to the beautiful white girl's face as she felt more and more of the incredible black snake creeping into the most intimate parts of her soft body, expanding her to the limit with it's unimaginable thickness. She felt like she was being impaled by something, that once inside her, would never be able to be removed. Even though she knew how large he was, it seemed so much larger now that she couldn't see it. It just kept filling her young body more and more like a monster that couldn't be stopped. She felt her whole body begin to tremble uncontollably as even more of the fat black penis filled her and she began to orgasm in wave after wave of incomprehensible pleasure. "Oh my God", she screamed. "Oh my God!" She reached around behind her and groped with her dainty white hand. She had to see how much of Daryl's black cock was still outside of her. She gasped as she felt the thick shaft of the giant penis. It wasn't even half way inside yet! Like a tidal wave, her next orgasm hit her, making her shudder so violently that another inch of thick black cock eased inside. She gasped again as the rough veined monster rubbed against her tender clitoris sending immense pleasure reeling through her. Now sheer lust made her want more of him - all of him - and she delibrately pushed down on it. She grasped the invading black penis with her small white hand. She couldn't get her hand all the way around it but she held it tightly and pushed down with all her strength until she felt the purple knob against the entrance of her womb. Tears formed in her eyes even as the next orgasm began and she was scarcely able to reach Daryl's face to kiss him before she began to tremble again so violently that only the immense length of black cock inside her kept her from flying off the bed. When their orgasm came, it was more than anything she could have prepared for. They came together. His giant black phalus ejaculated it's thick semen directly into her innermost being and they lay there for what seemed to be an eternity, locked in each other's arms, enjoying the sweet pleasure of the after glow. ~ As Lori lay cuddled in the great black man's arms she knew that there was something missing. As much as she enjoyed the idea of what they were doing for her husband by bringing him up there to see them together, she felt as if she were cheating her master. She felt as if she were being selfish. She tried to think of what could possibly add to what her husband would feel, when he saw how she loved and adored the man she lay beside. Just then, the phone rang. Daryl reached over and hit the switch. He knew who it was; So he let Lori answer. "Hello, Dwain." "Hello, Lori...I'm on my way up." "Well what's taking you so long", she teased, as she trailed her white finger along Daryl's coal black muscular abdomen. "I haven't been able to get a hold of the school, to let them know that I can't make it, this weekend." Lori started to tell him to forget about it. But a deep, sexy, delightfully naughty feeling in the pit of her stomach told her to stop and think for a minute. She told him,"Wait just a minute. I'm thinking..." She looked over at Daryl. He was looking at her with a curious expression. She thought for a moment and tried to picture what her heart was coaxing her toward. "Oh, my god," she whispered, "I wonder." "What did you say?" said the voice on the phone. It struck her like a lightning bolt. This was what she had been looking for. This was the missing piece to the puzzle. "Dwain," she said, "I'm really disappointed in you." "Disappointed? What do you mean?" "I mean! You're actually contemplating letting her down, by not showing up, when you know she's probably had her heart set on it for weeks, now, that's what I mean!" "Well I couldn't bring her up there with me ... I mean...you know... I mean with what might be going on and..." "God, Dwain, sometimes you amaze me! What do you think this is here? Some kind of twenty-four hour a day orgy, or something?" "Well, no..." "Okay, then, just bring her up with you!" "Okay, I will." Lori looked at Daryl and smiled. "Okay, Dwain, we'll be expecting you all." She looked at Daryl again and nodded. Daryl reached over and switched off the phone. "What do you have in mind, my little princess?" "I think I may have found a way to repay you, at least a little bit." "Repay me for what?" "Oh for all the ways you've made me feel in the last few days," she said, as she absent mindedly touched her diamond necklace. "And what would this payback be?" "You know how I told you that I didn't know if one woman would be capable of satisfying all your needs?" "Yes..." "And how I would be willing to share you, if someone came along that we both agreed on?" "Yes, I do..." "Well, I think I may have just the girl." "You mean..." "Hold on, I have a picture of her in my pocket book." She leapt from the bed and retrieved the snapshot. "Now promise not to get too excited when you see this. She's only eighteen years old, but I think she's beautiful." She handed the photograph to her lover and he held it up to the light to examine it. "Her name is Lisa. She's Dwain's daughter from his first marriage. Actually she's my step-daughter too... what do you think?" "She's lovely." The great black man began to smile. Lori was relieved. He seemed to like her. "It's hard to tell what kind of figure she has, under these baggy overalls, but I love her face. It's positively sweet. Beautiful eyes..." "They're brown." "Hmmm, A mother and daughter team -- I like that. One with blue eyes and one with brown. But are you sure about this? You know I told you that I would be quite content with just one woman in my life, as long as that woman were you." Lori crawled up and cuddled beside him. "I want this for you, my darling," she purred, and tenderly kissed him on the cheek. "Well, then, it's decided. It looks like we'll have a new addition to our little family." They celebrated, by making love for the rest of the afternoon. --------------to be continued---------------- CFKane Presents http://upload1.porncity.com/54//index.html Gianna Michaels Black Cock ass jiggle and twitch seductively with each and every step, he mumbled to himself, "Oh, I have a feeling they'll know you're here..." Over the next hour, David's group of friends made their way to the apartment. All of them were his co-workers and were also very close to his age of 28. Alex had blond hair and a physically-fit body, thanks to many surfing sessions at the beach. Shawn's hair was brown and he had a slim but strong body. Kris had black hair and a handsome face, but just an average build. Tyrone had the best-looking body of the group. He was tall and attractive, and black. An African-American man, Tyrone was best friends with David. The four guests expected to come over to David's place to get loud and rowdy for their favorite pro football team. None of them expected to find a blonde bombshell like Cindy; especially one dressed in such a tiny little outfit. They had never met David's wife before, and to no great shock, were extremely impressed with Cindy's beauty. The young woman found herself giggling like a schoolgirl with some of the forward comments coming from the men. "Wow David, where have you been hiding this?" one man said. "What a fine-looking lady," another observed. "Too bad you're married, sweetheart," one of the men told her. David figured his friends were just kidding, so he laughed while telling them to stop teasing his wife. The group finally relented, and made their way to the living room. The football game was just about to start. Nonetheless, the compliments from the guys made Cindy feel very lightheaded and bubbly. She liked her husband's friends. As a result, the blonde decided that she was going to help them out until leaving for the audition. David protested at first, but Cindy nonetheless wound up serving the guys drinks and snacks from the kitchen. It was her own idea, of course. None of the guys objected to having a "waitress" serve them food and refreshments. This way, they would not miss any action of the big game. Over the next hour, the young wife must have made her way in and out of the living room 20 times. Instead of watching the television screen when Cindy was present, most of the eyes in the room were now focused on her large, firm breasts as they seductively bounced and wiggled with each step. If a set of eyes wasn't fixated upon her breasts, they were on her sweet ass, watching it twitch while she moved along. "Why is your wife dressed that way?" Shawn asked David once Cindy left the room. "She's an actress," David replied. "There is an audition later today, and she wants to look her best for it." "Whoooo weeee," Alex commented, shaking his head. "If they are choosing actresses based on looks - in that outfit, your wife should be a lock for whatever role she wants." The other three guests all nodded their heads in agreement. "Come on guys, watch the game," David insisted, shaking his head with a tiny smile. "Get your minds out of the gutter! That's my wife you're talking about!" A short time later, Cindy was preparing a bowl of popcorn and some nachos when she heard a deafening cheer come from the living room - and not the television set. "Those guys," she laughed to herself. "The team must have scored a touchdown." The 25-year-old lady shook her head and added, "Ah, men. Absolutely crazy for their sports." When Cindy went back out to the living room, all eyes were on her again. While the four guests had explored nearly every subtle curve and shape of Cindy's hot Huge Black Dick with you if he and I made...love." Daryl looked with surprised amazement at his companion and then as she continued to laugh he found himself joining in. Almost before they had stopped laughing, they were kissing again and he could feel his precious girl's teeth and smell her intoxicatingly sweet breath in his nostrils. This time they kissed more passionatly and it began to get dark in the office as twilight faded into night. Finally, laying together there in the darkened office, Daryl got serious. " Look, Lori, I think we had better let your husband know where his place is. From now on he's not even allowed to touch you. I want you to continue living with him but not for his sake. I want him to feel the pain that he's put you through all these years in a very special way." Daryl spoke softly but firmly now. "Lori, I want you to come up to my place for the weekend. I want you to see my home and I want to make love to you." Lori couldn't believe her ears - a whole weekend of love making? She trembled in Daryl's arms. The very thought of being alone with him stark naked, sent a thrill through her. "Please tell me your not kidding, darling", was all that she could say. " I want you to tell your husband where you're going, too, but don't worry, it'll be all right." Lori kind of wondered about that but Daryl had been right about everything so far so she said, "alright". "I want him to masturbate, while you tell him all about us and about what we're going to be doing together all night and day for the whole weekend. Will you do this for me ?" "You know I will, darling." And she added,"Should I use my imagination?" Daryl knew that he could have her right there on his office couch but he wanted to savor her in his bed. "Yes, my love. Use all the imagination you want. I'll try my best to live up to it this weekend." "You'd better", she teased. He teased her back. "Well if you're not satisfied you always have your husband..." She turned around and angrily slapped him on his brawny chest with her little hand. "Now cut that out", she pouted. "Ok, Ok...just teasing you", he said and tickled her just above her breast. She was laughing uncontrollably and struggling with all her strength in her lover's strong arms. All this was fun but it wasn't very long before they were kissing again -- sweet, passionate kisses -- to celebrate their new love. ~ Back at her hovel, she decided to wait for just the right moment to let her husband in on her plans for the weekend. As she lay on the bed next to him and watched him stroke himself to the images on the television screen. The girl that looked like her was engaging in a little anal sex with her boyfriend. The black man was carefully easing his large phalus past her puckered anal ring and she was groaning with a mixture of desire and just plain fear. Lori whispered, "Oh by the way, I'm going to be out of town this weekend, honey. I brought a new tape home for you to watch while I'm gone. I think You'll enjoy this one. This girl and her boyfriend are the only ones in it." "Where are you going?", he asked, without missing a stroke. "Okay, here's the deal, sweety. Whatever you do, you are not allowed to stop masturbating while I tell you this." He looked at her now, wondering what she could possibly say that would be so important. She watched him until she was sure that he wasn't going to stop stroking his little white pecker and then she continued. "Daryl asked me to come up to his place for the weekend." Dwain's face went absolutly rigid. Lori noted his reaction and felt comfortable going on. "And I accepted." Dwain began to slacken the pace of his strokes and Lori warned him not to stop. He immediately picked up the speed. "He wants me to tell you this while you're masturbating in front of me. So here goes." Tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke but it wasn't clear if they were tears of sadness or of joy. "I think I might be falling in love with him, Dwain, and last night I found out that he feels the same way. I could tell by the way that he kissed me." Her husband felt sick inside but his little penis was getting harder with every word. "That's why I really need to be alone with him. I need to get to know him better, Dwain, before I can be sure if he really loves me the way I think he does." Dwain labored to get his words out as he stroked even harder. "Are you going to...sleep with...him?" Lori replied matter of factly,"that depends on if he asks me". Visions of what the mysterious black man would look like making love with his sweet Lori flashed before him. He could see how they would look as they embraced, as they kissed...as she kissed his large, black... Lori watched as her husband ejaculated. She smirked as she realized what he was going to be doing while she was with her black lover for three full days and nights. "Try not to beat the poor thing to death while I'm gone", she said as she got up to get ready for bed. "I imagine Daryl will have more plans for you and your little friend, when I get back." ~ Less than twenty-four hours later she was at Daryls palatial estate. They hadn't jumped right into the sack the minute she got there, probably because they knew that they had the whole weekend to do just that and it seemed even more exciting to make themselves wait. Lori was running to the kitchen to get a couple of pops out of the fridge when she slipped on the lineolum floor and twisted her ankle. "Owww...", she moaned. She sat on the hard floor and rubbed her foot. Daryl said, "hey,come on over here and let papa take a look at it. Come on sweety". Lori crawled over on her hands and knees and looked up at him with a cute little-girl pout and said, in a baby talk way, "papa make it all better?" "Sure,papa make it just fine". With that, he helped her into his lap and she raised her knees up so that he could look at her injured foot."Well before I can do anything, this here socky has gotta come off." Her baby blue eyes gazed into his with adoration and she didn't move as he slowly peeled the little white sock down and off. There really didn't seem to be any visible injury but he pretended like there might be anyway. "Hmmm ",he said, like an old family doctor,"I think what it needs is just a little medicinal massage". "Uhm",she cooed and buried her sweet head in the black man's massive chest. She looked like a small child in his arms and as he went about gently massaging her foot, she began to feel like a small child. She liked that feeling. As he rubbed around her ankle she could feel the rough texture of his palm on her smooth skin and almost involuntarily kissed the collar of his shirt. He ran his finger nail along the bottom of her heel and she responded by raising her dainty hand to his lips. He raised each toe up in turn and examined them closely - so perfect,with their little nails so delicately covered with pink polish. Her fingertips were touching his large lips now and as he kissed them, she cooed in a soft sweet voice and tears begin to well up in her deep blue eyes. "Now what's this?",he spoke in a deep soothing voice - and he touched her cheek where the tears were beginning to fall down. "I think the doctor found you just in time", he said. Daryl and Lori, completely alone now in the huge estate, looked at each other and seemed to be cherishing the intimacy of the moment.The black man brought his hand up to the sweet young white girl's face and gently brushed her eyelids. "I think it's just about your bedtime, young lady". Lori replied by yawning deeply, not even covering her mouth until the last moment, then she softly moaned," uhm huh". Daryl savored the exquisite beauty of his young girl for just a moment and then gracefully rose with her still cradled in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom. Daryl laid her down on the bed and turned back the covers and she quickly crawled in. The sheets were quite cold and she began to shiver. Daryl began to take his clothes off and place them in a neat pile on the chair by the little lamp. Lori tried to avert her eyes but for some reason she couldn't tear them away from her lover as he undressed. She was going to be sharing his bed for the next three nights, after all. When he was down to his shorts she tried to say something to cover up the fact that she was so obviously staring at him. " I kind of wish I'd brought my heating blanket along." Her voice trailed away to nothing. He had pulled his boxer shorts down just as she began her sentence and now, by the dim light of the little lamp, she beheld something that made her breath leave her. Nothing in those videos had prepared her for what she now saw. Daryl's cock...larger and more massive than even the biggest stud in the interracial films. There was simply nothing to compare it to. It was easily three times as long and thick as her husband's. But it wasn't just the size that shocked the sweet young white girl. It was ugly .Frighteningly ugly. The large head seemed to give it a life of it's own, curled obscenely and partially obscured by a thick black foreskin. She was hypnotized. Mesmerized by it. And as hard as she tried, she couldn't turn her sweet face away from Daryl's humungous black cock. "You should see it when it's angry, Lori",he said, releasing her from her trance. Her face turned crimson. He smiled in sympathy with her predicament. He didn't mean to embarrass the poor young girl but he was going to be getting into bed with her and he knew his cock was not something that a girl in the prime of her life could really ignore -- especially a girl in Lori's situation. "I'm sorry", the sweet young girl offered with downcast eyes. "I just couldn't help...I mean I just wanted to..." The tears began to gather in her baby blues again and she turned away from him on her side to avoid having him see her cry. She sobbed quietly and tried to figure out what was wrong with her and how she could have dared to offend this black god who had so graciously consented to share his bed with her. Daryl decided that it was time to break the mood. Climbing under the sheets he reached over and tickled her just above the waist band of her gym shorts. The action startled her and she almost fell out of her end of the bed for laughing. She turned over and tried to fight off the tickling hand but it was much to powerful. Then she gave that up and stood straight up and bounced onto his chest. It was like she was trying to ride one of those mechanical bulls in a country bar. They wrestled around like that, laughing and giggling until the tears were completely forgotten. Finally she collapsed in his arms and he held her like that for what seemed to be an eternity."You're so warm", she whispered." I don't think I'll need that heating blanket after all". He put his finger underneath her delicate chin and raised
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