by T West
Alice wasn’t sure how much he’d be able to satisfy her anyway, as his balls tightened up and she felt him becoming rock hard in her hand. His pants became louder as he put his hands on her shoulders, encouraging her to continue and do it faster. Alice’s hand sped up until it became a blur, and she wanked him swiftly until he let out an audible gasp, and shot his pent-up load right up in the air like a fountain. Much of it splashed down upon Alice’s working hand, dribbling down her wrist and onto his boxer-briefs.
“God, you made a bit of a mess there, babe,” said Alice, jokingly.
“I really needed to do that. I just wish it could have been inside you.”
“Maybe one day babe. I’m just not ready.”
Later that night, back in her own bed, Alice settled in alone. She’d relieved Chuck, and that was his fun for the night. As she slid her petite body into bed, wearing just a pair of panties and a tight top, she couldn’t help but delve her hand down into her knickers to dally with her freshly-shaven pussy. Her fingers rubbed up and down her sacred slit, and flicked her frustrated little nub from side to side, as her left hand traced over her pert little B-cup breasts, rubbing her erect nipples as she pushed her fingers into her awaiting pussy. Her mind wandered as to what it would be like, if she really let Chuck make love to her. She would give her cherry away eventually, but she just wasn’t ready. As she delved two fingers deep, she imagined it was Chuck’s cock inside her instead of her digits.
Jeez, I’m tight, she thought as she frigged herself energetically, the moonlight pouring in across her white bed-sheets.
***
“It’s going to be another scorcher today,” the voice on the radio said as Alice listened to the weather, pulling her car into the driveway as she arrived home from her day job. She’d taken a job at the local coffee shop, just for a bit of extra holiday cash. All Alice could think about was getting in that fresh shower to cool down.
That’s strange, I thought I’d double locked the front door. Oh well, I’ll be more careful next time, as she turned her key.
Walking up the stairs, she felt slightly uneasy, as if she wasn’t the only one there. As she threw down her bag near the bathroom, she could hear familiar squelching noises coming from within. What the hell? There’s no way it could be a burglar. I mean, a burglar would just be in and out. What the hell’s going on here? she thought as she pushed the bathroom door open.
As she stepped inside, she got the shock of a lifetime. Her eyes widened and her heart jumped into her throat. For there, before her in the shower was Gordon. He was standing sideways with his eyes shut as the water poured down upon him, splashing over his face and down his muscular black body. Frozen on her feet, Alice stared, unsure of what to do. She knew that she should turn around and walk out, but her eyes were transfixed.
Her eyes followed the water as it splashed down his toned stomach, all the way down to his member, which was fully erect. Alice couldn’t believe she was seeing this, but Gordon seemed to be massaging soap into his enormous cock and masturbating it in her family shower.
Alice just couldn’t believe the size of it. It was at least 10 inches. Her mind flashed back to Chuck’s winkie, and as she mentally compared them, there was absolutely no comparison. Gordon’s big black snake stood to attention as he gripped it tightly, rubbing the soapy suds into the rippling flesh of his shaft. It looked like a beast, ominous, his big balls hanging down beneath him. He began to pick up pace and jacked his tool angrily, as if he hadn’t cum in days, eager to reach his impending orgasm.
Almost without thinking, Alice let out a sigh. Gordon turned his head suddenly, locking his big brown eyes with hers. Alice immediately tried to rectify the situation. “Sorry… I didn’t know you were in here… I’ll just be going now.”
A look of slight embarrassment came across his face, as he took his hand off his erection, which sprung up, swaying slightly from left to right as the water splashed off it. “Oh… I’m sorry. I was just gardening and I just really needed a shower… it was so hot. Your father gave me the keys.”
“Oh, it’s ok, there’s no need to explain. I understand,” said Alice blushing as she turned speedily, her petite frame vanishing through the doorway.
She went to her room, shut the door and sat on her bed. My God, I can’t believe I just saw that, her mind racing, for she now knew what a real man looked like. Alice spend the rest of the day trying not to think about what she had seen, trying to clear her mind of it, but it just kept haunting her like a big serpentine animal. A beast that she was quite worried about, but also quite wanted to see again. That night, as she closed her eyes she didn’t think about Chuck. She was thinking about something else entirely.
The next afternoon, as she walked down the steps of her front porch, Alice saw Gordon in the front garden, potting some plants. He had another big black man with him, of a similar stature. Bowing her head and trying not to make eye contact, Alice walked past him. “Morning.”
“Hi there Alice,” said Gordon in a friendly tone, as if completely ignoring the fact that she had seen him stark naked. “This is Desmond. He’ll just be helping me out with the gardening.”
“Ok. Sure. No worries,” said Alice, not wanting to get drawn into conversation, as she was already late for work. She got in her car and drove away, feeling embarrassed, the images of Gordon still flicking through her mind like a black & white movie reel.
After work, as she walked up the front porch, Gordon and Desmond were nowhere in sight. That’s a relief, thought Alice, as she didn’t want any more awkward encounters. There was no one in the shower room either, and relieved, she had a nice warm shower, fully soaping up her petite body, tweaking her perky nipples, then getting rid of the little bit of stubble on her mound. Freshly shaven, she admired her plump pussy in the mirror as she toweled off, drying her washed hair and brushing it back.
Fully dry in her bedroom, the thought that she had just showered in the same place that Gordon had jacked his meaty staff sent shivers of excitement up and down her spine, as her pussy began to quiver uncontrollably. She eyed her top bedside drawer, for she knew what was inside it. She pulled out her 6 inch dildo. This is nowhere near as big as Gordon’s but it’ll have to do. Still virginal, she occasionally did like to experiment with her toy. It was realistic-looking, fleshy pink with a smooth shaft and plastic balls. She threw on a top, and apart from a pair of socks, she was still nude from the waist down as she lay back on her bed. She rested on the comfy pillows, spread her milk-white thighs and began to trace her fingers up and down the opening of her eager gash. She began to prod the dildo up against her burning nub, the juices flowing from her special place, then she pressed the dildo up between the delicate folds of her pussy.
Alice closed her eyes and began to push the dildo in, inch by inch, as she did so the only thing on her mind was Gordon in the shower. His strong hand on his enormous girth, his muscular arm furiously jacking his tremendous tool as the soapy suds splashed off it. She couldn’t help thinking about him, and wished that the smaller dildo inside her was in fact his huge member, drilling her intensely. But if she wasn’t going to give it up to Chuck there was no way she was going to give it up to some stranger. This was just a fantasy, that was all, just her imagination running wild.
As she slid the dildo in and out of her incredibly tight opening, her pussy muscles squeezing it gently, she opened her eyes. The window was reflected in her bedroom mirror before her, her heart beat faster and faster, for there up the ladder was a black face staring at her through the window, reflected. It was Gordon.
What the hell is he doing? He was supposed to be doing the gardening. Why is he up a ladder, looking through my bedroom window?
His eyes were locked firmly on the dildo inside her.
As their eyes met, Alice couldn’t believe that Gordon was watching her, just as she’d watched him the day before. She felt an orgasm begin to build up inside her, and she hurriedly pulled the dildo out from her pulsating snatch, and ash
amedly got to her feet, covering up her lady parts with her hands as she hopped over to the window to draw the curtains.
“I’m sorry,” said Gordon through the pane. “Your father just told me to do a bit of decorating on the outside of the house here. I didn’t mean to startle you, lady.”
“It's ok,” said Alice, as she whipped the curtains closed before him.
Blushing a crimson red, she put the toy back in her drawer, her unreached climax still burning, repressed and unable to surface. I’ve got to just put this out of my mind. I’ve got a date tonight with Chuck, thought Alice.
Later that evening, Alice was all dolled-up in a little mini skirt, heels and a top. She was ready for her date with Chuck, her petite body looking prim and ready. There was no way she was going to let Chuck go all the way tonight. No way. Not just yet.
As she was pouring herself a drink, she heard a knock at the door. That’ll be Chuck, she thought, here to pick me up. She opened the door with a beaming smile, and said, “Hey sexy!” But as she did so she was greeted not by her pasty jock of a boyfriend, but instead by a huge shadowy black shape. Gordon stood at the door.
“Hi there. I just forgot my paint from earlier. It’s in the cupboard there. I would’ve used my key but I didn’t want to startle you.”
“Oh, it’s fine,” said a blushing Alice as she stepped to the side. “Come on in,” trying to pretend that they had never seen each other in the buff. “Help yourself.”
“Ok ma’am, I won’t take long. Gotta be on my way soon.”
“Sure,” she said as she shut the door behind him.
She opened the walk-in cupboard door for him and switched on the light. She stood with her back to the cupboard door, holding it open, allowing Gordon to walk past to take what he needed. Just as he did so, his sizeable frame brushed against her pert little titties, and the sensation on her erect nipples sent little waves of pleasure down her body that nestled in her tingling bud.
She couldn’t help feeling slightly turned-on, being in such a confined space with this big hunk of a man, and as she looked at him she couldn’t help picturing him naked again. “That’s a little bit too low for me. I can’t reach down and get that, as there’s not enough room. Would you be a darlin’ and pick up that tin for me?”
“Yes, sure,” said Alice, crouching to her knees to pick up the paint. Just as she did so she realized that Gordon was getting a right eyeful of her pert tush. Her skirt rose up slightly, revealing the bottom half of her plentiful seat, her white thong riding up between the twin globes of her cheeks.
Before she had time to stand and adjust her skirt, she felt two big strong hands on her butt-cheeks, startling her.
“I didn’t mean to touch you, I was just steadying you there.”
Alice suddenly felt rather worried but very aroused, and she actually liked the sensation of his big strong hands upon the soft material of her skirt. She stood up, turned around and as she looked into his big brown eyes she saw that it was no mistake – he really did mean to touch her. Glancing down, looking at the huge bulge in his jeans, she knew what was under there, as she had seen it firsthand.
This was so naughty, but she had a burning desire to do it. She instinctively reached out and caressed the bulge in his jeans. She undid his belt, undid his top button, unzipped his zipper, and pulled his jeans down. He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, and his member strained within its harness, menacingly. As she pulled down his boxer shorts, his cock sprung up and down like a diving board, semi-erect.
“Do you want to touch it? Don’t be scared,” said Gordon in a kind tone. Alice reached out her hand and grabbed his wide shaft. She couldn’t believe her hand was finally on it, she’d fantasized about it for the last 24 hours, but now it was finally happening. She pulled his meat up and down, pulling his foreskin back, revealing his big black bell-end that shone in the cupboard light. Her other hand reached down and cupped his balls which felt as full as two cantaloupes. She gently squeezed them, and as she did so his prick sprung to attention, the fully erect 10 inches.
“God, that feels so good. You’ve been wanting to do that for a while haven’t you?” Alice smiled up at him. “You want to do more than just touch it?” asked Gordon, hinting. Alice nodded her head, and dropped to her knees. She knew what needed to be done.
She opened her mouth and her soft pink tongue darted out, curiously lapping the pre-cum from the eye of the beast. It tasted salty and sweet, unlike anything she’d ever tasted before, as she’d never put a willy in her mouth. The big bell pressed against her lips, asking to be let in. She opened her full lips and struggled to get the head in her mouth. She sucked on it like an ice-lolly, her saliva mixing with the pre-cum to make the helmet extremely shiny, whilst her hand worked the full girth.
Her hand struggled to get all the way around the shaft because of the sheer width of the throbbing organ, so she had to jack him half-handed, whilst her other hand worked his full testicles. Gordon emitted a low-humming moan that echoed and bounced between the cupboard walls, as he placed his strong hand down and petted her on the top of the head encouragingly. Alice continued to suck on the bell, and Gordon stepped forward slightly, thrusting his tool towards her open mouth, attempting to try to make her take it.
She opened as wide as she could and allowed the bell-end to enter her mouth. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She didn’t just have a real penis in her mouth, but she had a big black man’s cock in her mouth.
Once she had the head inside her mouth, she found it quite easy to take another couple of inches, as she bravely bobbed her head up and down on his enormous length. Only a couple of inches in and Alice was already almost gagging, she couldn’t believe that she was taking this huge thing inside her mouth. Neither could Gordon, as he looked down at her, smiling, his brow furrowed in pleasure as his knob was getting well and truly sucked.
She took it out of her mouth to gasp for air, and no sooner had she done so than Gordon slapped his erect cock off her cheek. Slightly taken aback by having such a stiff stick smacked against her cheek, Alice looked up at him inquisitively, just as Gordon slapped it off her other cheek.
What is he doing?! she thought. But she was enjoying it, as Gordon was now using the momentum of his hips as he swung them from left to right, slapping his huge rod off her cheeks one at a time, making an audible ‘thwack’. The pre-cum now shiny on her milk-white cheeks, Alice looked up and opened her mouth, desperately trying to get the beast back within her lips. She moved her head from side to side, chasing it, as if bobbing for apples, but Gordon kept swinging his hips, slapping his snake off her pale chops. Eventually, with a bit of perseverance, Alice managed to catch the humungous bell-end between her jaws, and chowed down on it resolutely, sucking on the swollen helm for all she was worth. She reached down again to squeeze the frustrated testicle-sacs which heaved as the huge member screwed her pretty face.
“That’s so good! But now I wanna taste you,” he said, and with that placed his hands on her slim waist and lifted her up, his strength so great that he carried her with ease over to the kitchen table, where he placed her down on her firm tushie. He kicked off his jeans and boxers, and stood there just in his grubby work-boots and lumberjack shirt, his black steed-like thighs shimmering, the muscles on them rippling as his huge member swayed about before him.
Alice sat back, rested on her hands and opened her thighs widely, her mini-skirt riding up exposing her thong. Before she knew it Gordon was on his knees, his face level with her burning snatch. His strong wide fingers pulled her panties to one side exposing her neat little pussy, her lips tucked away, virginal.
With her panties to one side Alice looked down in disbelief. She couldn’t believe that the gardener that she’d only known for two days was about to do this to her, but her clitty burned with need, as his long serpentine pink tongue snaked out and slithered towards her. It began to nudge up against her burning little bud which tingled uncontrollably as he began to lick the fol
ds of her womanly slit. His large tongue delved deep inside her, and unbelievably it felt about the same size as her dildo. But much better, much softer, and more loving as he probed into her forbidden hole.
The muscles of her flange clamped down upon it and drew it in further, sucking him in. Gordon responded in kind by rocking his head back and forwards like a woodpecker to an oak tree, as he vigorously tongue-fucked her juiced-up snatch. Alice reached down and grabbed his large skull as he rocked back and forth, poking his tongue in all the way to his large white teeth and back out again.
“That’s amazing!” cried Alice, her wet snatch dripping down onto the kitchen table, where her mother had served her Sunday roast for so many years. Feeling slightly guilty, Alice looked into Gordon’s eyes.
“You taste so good!”
“Jesus, don’t stop!”
“Oh, I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to stop at all!”
He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder like a fireman, and carried her up the stairs with ease into her bedroom, where he put her down onto the bed, on her back. She didn’t want to lose it with that loser Chuck, so maybe this was the best thing for her. She was so confused, but she didn’t have time to think as Gordon came down upon her. She reached up and massaged his muscular chest through his shirt, which she unbuttoned, and ran her fingers up and down his smooth muscular body.
Alice tossed his shirt on the floor, as Gordon’s hands ripped down her white thong, which was tossed on top of his shirt. Before she knew it, her mini-skirt was off and she was nude from the waist down.
Gordon was just in his leather work boots, his enormous rigid cock desperate to find something to satisfy it, bouncing off his abs. With her aching bald pussy fully exposed to him and her legs wide, Gordon lowered himself onto her. He lined up his mammoth beast with her impossibly tight pussy, and began to press the head up against her secret opening.