I smiled and grabbed the hand carved mahogany bannister, swinging myself up onto the cherry red hardwood steps, ascending them quickly as my breath quickened and my giant, firm black boobs bounced up and down as I scampered up the steps until I came to the upstairs landing.
I paused momentarily to catch my breath, and to think things over from a religious standpoint. I had committed fornication the night before with the man of my dreams. A naughty sin to be sure, but not unforgivable neither insurmountable. As long as he hadn’t gotten me pregnant, I could merely slip back downstairs, slip into my clothes, and let him know that we shouldn’t see each other again. It was still not too late to pull back from the abyss, as long as, of course, my belly wasn’t about to swell. But stepping back from his muscular, heavenly body was going to be a whole lot easier said than done. My full blown arousal was escalating with every second, and all I could think about was having his ultra-sweet lightning rod electrify my desperate, swollen pussy once more.
I interrupted my religious objections, letting my left index finger do the talking and thinking some more, rubbing my clit while my other free hand massaged my still fully engorged breasts. The temptation was just too damn sweet to back away from now. Whether further contact would knock me up or not was no longer the main consideration. Satisfying my carnal, insidiously wicked desires was all I cared about now.
I bounded along the corridor and tip toed into the room, listening to him sing a love song that simply served to make me all the more hot and bothered.
A few steps further and I was passed the ensuite bathroom door, where steam from hot pounding water rose along the wall.
I quietly stepped along the tiles until I came to the shower stall door. I took a deep breath. It was still not too late to turn back. I closed my eyes and thought things over once again. If I kept succumbing to the deadly temptation then sooner or later I would be in the family way, and then…and then…as things stood now, Davey was convinced he would be walking me down the aisle any day now, and he seemed quite ecstatic about it, singing up a storm as though he were deliriously happy without a care in the world. And why shouldn’t he be happy? My figure was astonishing, my massive breasts gravity defying and my personality sparkling and very sweet. I was bright, immensely talented and loads of fun. What guy wouldn’t be thrilled? Plus the fact was that many interracial children were unspeakably beautiful and captivating. This thought too was probably lodged firmly in his excited brain. But I wasn’t ready to be a mother. A sex Goddess to the man of my dreams, most definitely, but a slave to my religion’s clear and unbreakable doctrine? Forever barefoot and pregnant for the next twenty-five years??!! I cringed at the thought, keeping my worried eyes closed, and was about to turn and head back down the stairs unfulfilled when suddenly I felt his warm skilful hands wrap themselves around my impressive, irresistible booty. As I was standing there he had suddenly stepped out of the shower and spotted me as I nervously stood deep in thought, gloriously naked.
I sighed at his touch against my quivering flesh.
Next came his mouth, lowering to my lips as my toes seemed to arch upward of their own accord, and my sweetly tortured nipples pressed into his wet chest.
My black flesh was receptive and melting into the heavenly abyss that was his stern, unyielding embrace.
His cock stiffened against my tummy. My body was turning him on to the point where he could make love to me again if I so chose.
He could see it in my eyes, the fact that I was far too turned on to dare try and stop him. I trembled helplessly at his tempting touch.
My hands instinctively roamed over his bum and thighs as his cock pressed flat against my tummy.
He kept on kissing me, not letting me up for air. His mouth was far too smothering and enjoyable to resist, and I let him lift me in his arms then carry me to the double sink counter top, where he rested my bum and let his volcanic cock press against my thigh.
My toes curled once more in heavenly anticipation. I leaned back and let my legs reach up over his broad shoulders.
He pressed inside and I squealed my approval, shivering at his new round of sugary thrusts.
He kept going in and out of me for about half an hour, the steam in the bathroom coating our bodies with sexy sweat.
“Harder,” I suddenly whispered, not caring that my pussy was still a little swollen.
My tummy felt like it would soon implode with orgasmic glee if he kept on going, and I so I urged him on with a groaning in his ears, letting him know I was on the verge.
His hands clasped my breasts and caused heavenly sensations to rifle through my turned on chest. His thrusts were slow but full length, with his warm squeezing hands remaining firmly entrenched on my shivering boobs.
He was taking his time, watching my eyes and savoring the bliss that was etched onto my face.
It was far too sweet to hold out any longer. I yelped wildly and let heaven take hold of my body. “Damn…I’m coming,” I yelped.
“I’m coming too,” he blurted out, and I braced myself for an infusion of his sperm, wallowing in paradise as he erupted inside.
XXX
The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air. I am barely into day two of my sexual relationship with Davey and already I am on the hunt for a third humping from his stiff glorious cock. We had left the shower and stumbled into my bed, where we slept like contented lambs till the afternoon light began poking through my curtains. He had risen first, and was not in the bathroom. I therefore assumed he had gone downstairs. I peeked through my window and noted that his car was still there. Yep. He must have simply gone downstairs, which would explain the aroma of fresh coffee.
He is in my kitchen, and as I wind down the staircase, my boobs bounce, and my still horny nipples remain erect, hoping he might one again suck on them just as he had done in the morning.
“Whatcha doin?” I ask, twirling my long brown hair around my index finger as I watch his muscular body move gracefully around my kitchen.
“Glad you’re up hon,” he says to me.
I move closer, until the scent of his yummy aftershave once again lingers in my nostrils. I suddenly yearn to smell it every day. As much as I am loathe to be saddled with armies of children, I now realize that being married to him would have its advantages.
He wears his suit pants from last night, and a t-shirt that can’t hide the outline of his rippling muscles. I want and need him to fuck me a third time. I suddenly feel like a slut, but strangely welcome the thought as my body becomes more turned on with each passing second.
My pussy is swollen and yet, I am desperate for more action. I have been suppressing my strong and volatile sex urges for the first twenty years of my life, but now that I have let the sex starved tigress out of her cage, there is no getting her back inside.
“What’s that you have in your hand?” he asks.
I shrug mischievously. “Just some lube, is all.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “You’re still horny?”
“Very,” I spit out, shrugging some more while still twirling the strands of hair back and forth around my index finger.
“Fine, maybe a little later.”
“What about maybe a little now?” I ask, my chest heaving up and down with savage panting and my nipples swelling ferociously at the thought of him sucking hard on them once more.
I wipe all the stuff off the kitchen island, sending English muffins, butter, and plates crashing to the floor.
I then hop up onto the island, my arm stretched out and yanking on his belt. My naked bum sits trembling on the counter top as I pull him closer, undoing his belt buckle and sending his pants flying to the floor.
I pour some lube onto my swollen, reddened, deflowered pussy then am about to pour a generous amount onto his cock when I notice it still shrunken.
I frown. “I thought that deliciously sweet, white cock of yours would stiffen at even the very sight of my naked, curvy body.”
“I’ve alr
eady had two orgasms in just ten hours. But maybe if you play with it for a bit?”
His words excite me. I slip off the island countertop and then squat down onto the balls of my feet, eventually kneeling onto his fallen pants legs and wrapping my fingers around his shaft.
My fingers run up and down along his cock while my frantic lips work his cock head, rolling up and down to try and harden him. I don’t have to wait long.
He is suddenly eight inches of solid iron, and I want to leap back up onto the counter but I am mesmerized over his sudden groaning. Despite the fact I am just a beginner, I must be doing something right, because his whole body is shivering and his cock red and fiery hot in both my fingers and mouth.
I look up as I suck his cock head and watch the pleasure splash across his face. His reaction is turning me on. The fingers in my right hand still gently encircle his cock, tugging the sensitive skin back and forth.
My left hand grips his dangling ball sac, and I massage it carefully and sensually as he pants and moans wildly.
I keep this up for about half an hour, backing off and slowing down each time it becomes apparent he might be getting too turned on. If he is going to climax soon, I at least want to save some of him for between my legs.
Finally, I let go of his cock and balls and leap up onto the countertop. I pour lube onto his erection then wrap my legs around his waist, letting him sweetly accost my senses with full length glides that make me grunt and roll my glazed eyes at the ceiling in profound pleasure. I’m like some horny bitch in heat, and I just love the way I feel, hopeful he will not come too quickly. I want to savor his exquisite lovemaking.
My mind is awash with confusion, yet paradise. For a woman that is so attached to my religion, I am amazed that I am so easily breaking the ‘no sex before marriage’ rule for the third time in just fifteen hours. And yet, a part of me doesn’t look on it as a breach, because I know he will marry me in a heartbeat if only I ask him to. He is as crazy about me, as I am about him.
His round bum cheeks are protruding seductively and I grip them with my grasping fingers, pulling him deeper as he pumps away the morning.
“Slow down,” I beg, amazed he has held out for longer than an hour, and hopeful he can hold out for even much longer. For my part, I have been imploding with oodles of stunning orgasms, my body lighting up like a damn Christmas tree at his savagely sweet thrusts.
Finally, as sweat covers our bodies and the hair is soaked to sides of our happy faces, he groans one final time and unloads deep inside of me, enrapturing my body at the bliss filled sensations, and causing me to wonder if the third time is indeed a charm where knocking me up is concerned. I begin to wonder that if I had broken the no sex before marriage rule, that it might have been just as prudent to break the no contraceptives rule. But my church is something I grew up with, and for me, adhering to their strict policies was what would put me in eternal heaven. And if there was one thing that would never waver, it was my belief in following that which I was taught so religiously to believe in. And the only reason I was committing fornication was because I was sure that in time, we would be getting married.
Later that night he took me shopping for an engagement ring, which I jokingly told him was like putting the cart before the horse. After all, he hadn’t formally proposed to me yet. But he insisted that the second he bought a ring I liked, was the second he would do the proposing.
Well, true to his word, but surprising nonetheless, he drops to his knees after I pick one out, and I find myself agreeing, without hesitation, to his request that I set a date to marry him.
I set the date, and he is jubilant, telling me he wants to take out his entire family to celebrate. I think it is a good idea, and come over to his place.
XXX
I first met Davey’s sister Joan that same day I came over to spring the engagement news on his family. She was not surprised I had accepted Davey’s proposal of marriage. He was, after all a super nice guy, super rich, and super handsome.
Davey took his time properly introducing me to his entire family. He was very proud of me and wanted me to interact with them. Most of them I knew from seeing them already, or from around downtown, shopping or sitting in cafes, but Joan I had never met before, and as a matter of fact, I had never even heard of her before. She was twenty-one, a year older than me, and she had this wicked figure with long fiery red hair that slipped onto her milky white shoulders like strands of silk scarlet.
She also had these amazing lips that were large and thick, lips that glowed when covered with the right kind of sheen. I remember being blown away by her breathtaking super model face. As pretty as I was, she was even prettier.
I asked Davey why he had never mentioned her to me before, but he seemed a little evasive. Still, I thought it odd and pressed him. He eventually broke down and told me that she was kind of an outcast from his religious family and even from the church because she was a lesbian.
Having grown up in a conservative church as well, I had never met a lesbian before and my curiosity was getting the better of me. There were times when I used to think about what it might be like to be with a woman sexually. I’m not sure if a lot of women have had that fantasy, but it was a secret desire that had been building up in me for years. I had always managed to suppress it for two reasons. First, my church preached against it. Second, even if I had of wanted to experiment with another hot babe, I simply didn’t know of any women who were lovers of women, until now.
We sat together by the fire, just gazing into each other’s eyes and chatting. Davey had gone out with his family to the restaurant, as planned, to celebrate the announcement of our engagement. I had pretended to be sick at the last moment, and persuaded Davey not to disappoint his family about the gourmet meal. I told him I would be fine, and Joan volunteered to look after me. They therefore decided, with my urging, to leave without me.
I was surprised that neither Davey nor any of his family members suspected I was anxious to be alone with the red headed bombshell. But then again, why would they? I had never shown any Lesbian tendencies before. As a matter of fact, I seemed like a hot blooded woman that simply adored men. That much was true, but when it came to also loving women, as the old saying goes, ‘you’ll never know until you try.’ It was right there and then that I knew I was in trouble. For all those years I had been hiding those desires, and yet, here I now was, suddenly finding all those secret fantasies coming gushing to the surface.
“Your brother says you are a lesbian. What’s it like making love to another woman?”
My question was asked with trepidation.
“You want to experiment, don’t you?”
“What makes you ask that?” I whispered, my whole body beginning to tremble.
“Because you’re like a frightened kitten. You’re afraid of going against your church’s beliefs, and you’re afraid of what it would do to Davey if he ever found out.”
I sighed and twirled some hair seductively around an index finger.
“Am I right?” she asked.
“I can’t believe you have me all figured out. It’s true I’ve always thought about trying it, but seeing as how I was even a virgin where men were concerned, I was suppressing all sexual desires.”
Her eyes were green, and her face like an angel’s. She had pink painted lips that blew me away and she purposely sat her hand on my thigh, showing off the long, all natural pink painted nails that were making me flush with excitement.
“If we’re going to do this,” I whispered, my voice wavering and timid. “Then you have to swear to me that you will keep it a secret. I fully intend to go through with marrying your brother and having his children. I might even be pregnant for him now, but I’m not sure. We’ve been going steady for a month now.”
She laughed. “I know your church doesn’t believe in sex before marriage so I guess that’s one rule you’ve broken right there already, isn’t it?”
“I suppose, although because I was certain
I would be marrying your brother, I didn’t really view it as sin per se. I mean, I knew he was crazy about me.”
Now it was her turn to sigh. She turned away.
“Something wrong?” I asked, almost frantically. “You seem to have lost your smile.”
“Don’t you see?” she answered. “Right now your bi feelings are suppressed and your curiosity simply that, a case of unfulfilled curiosity. But once you cross that line, you’ll probably like being with women, no, make that love it. Before you know it you may even start to prefer women over men. When you add to that, the fact we are both extremely beautiful women, then well, you can see where I’m going with this little speech.”
“Not really,” I confessed.
“Hmmm, obviously you haven’t thought this through at all. What if you and I end up in love?”
“I’m in love with your brother.”
“A part of you is, yeah, for now. But if you cross that line on over to the other side you might lose your taste for men altogether.”
“I can’t imagine that ever happening.”
“Don’t be so sure. I’ve had friends that have experimented and then ended up not just bi, but lesbian.”
Her words slammed into me like a torpedo but I didn’t care. All I could think about was what it might be like for her glossy, pouty lips to sweetly kiss my black pussy. I began to imagine her long tongue skilfully layering my stiffening nipples and suddenly I was on fire.
She at once saw it in my eyes, the glowing realization that I was far too turned on to dare stop from crossing that line. She leaned over and our lips met, just small, cautious kisses at first, but they were soon followed by our tongues meeting and our saliva being exchanged as our hands began to roam over top of each other’s salacious curves.
I pulled down my halter top, exposing my giant firm black breasts. Then I gently tugged on her gorgeous red hair, trying to coax her into sucking on them. But she was purposeful and patient in her approach, sticking with my lips and letting her fingertips instead explore my breasts as a wave of extreme pleasure began to sweep over me.
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