Chapter 1
David Brooks set down his empty glass and leaned back on the couch. "Undress, Morgana."
The dark woman with the great flowing mass of black hair flashed him a swift smile of pure lechery. Then she rose from where she'd been sitting beside him on the couch. Stepping directly in front of David, Morgana met his gaze with her soft eyes. They were a deep chocolate, nearly black; dark as mystery.
Then she backed away, pace after swaying pace, without taking her gaze off his steady, blue-eyed stare.
Her eyes on his, the big woman tugged open the sash of the long, red satin robe he had given her. The two ends of the cord swished down to dangle along the vertical ridges in the gown, where her full thighs pressed the fabric from within. She raised her arms, very slowly, extending them gradually from her body. The gleaming gown rippled, shimmered, shifted, and whispered open. A long vertical gap appeared.
His eyes dropped from hers to take in the stirring glimpses of her luscious body. The dark cleavage of her high-mounded breasts, rising above the black center of her bra; a line of tawny flesh below, swelling into her rounded belly, holed with a round dark navel like an unexplored crater; a flash of jet-black panties; the very inner curves of her fleshy thighs.
Her hands moved in to spread the gap between the two sides of her open robe. More and more of her big amber-hued body was revealed to his intent gaze.
Buttery flesh seemed to overflow everywhere, especially from her straining bra. Morgana : a big woman, a big-titted and big-hipped woman, her tawny, lusty curves hardly contained in the shining black bra and tight-banded panties.
Quite a contrast from his willowy blond wife!
She peeled the gown back over her shoulders and put her arms back, and straight down. A rushing, rustling torrent of red satin cascaded to the floor and she stood before him in her brief underwear.
She wore fancily figured black stockings. The supporting straps rose up her roundly swelling columns of thighs to vanish under the black nylon of her panties. Even low-slung as they were, they covered her garter belt. They also bulged fantastically, the fabric turned shiny by the excitingly swelling protrusion of her love mound.
Her mouth spread into another smile. Then she turned, turned and bent, slowly. Her voluptuous body wove from side to side in a hypnotically slow, sensuous sway as she bent forward with her back to him. The black band of her panties tightened more and more across the prominently bulging cheeks of her voluptuously ripe butt. The almost transparent black nylon was snugged tight, and as she bent, the elastic leg bands eased upward to reveal a bulge of tan flesh below the thin bands.
His mouth went dry and he licked his lips. His penis firmed and began thickening and hardening up into a turgid hammer. His pants started to grow uncomfortably tight.
Putting back both hands, the lushly formed woman slipped her thumbs into the tops of her black briefs, where they cut into her hips and pushed up a sexy ridge of strained flesh. She continued her sensuous sway while she pushed her panties down, slowly exposing more and more of the deep dark crack splitting her ass into two big rolling halves.
She stopped with the deep crease and its jutting frames only partially revealed. She straightened, still with deliberately provocative slowness. Then she turned back to face him. Again her dark eyes attached themselves to his. She reached back and opened the double catches of her broad-strapped bra.
He watched it sag slightly as it came loose. She lowered her arms and it eased down a bit more. The deeply tan mounds above its black cups rippled excitingly with her breathing.
With the precision slowness of a dancer, she began bending forward. The two halves of her bra strap swung down and around. Her big breasts were jammed together as she moved her arms inward, bringing her palms together. The shoulder straps hesitated, started to slide, plummeted down her arms.
Her bra fluttered to the floor.
The flowing globes of her tits jumped out naked.
She straightened, and the curvaceous immensity of her chest became long, pointed cylinders of tremulously swaying, rippling flesh, each tipped with great dark halos and nipples so dark they looked like smooth, polished rubies.
She smiled at him again. She loved this slow teasing strip as much as he did, and they both knew it.
He returned her smile, puckered his lips, and mimicked a long-distance kiss to each juicy-looking crest of her breasts. Instantly she clapped her hands over them. Their flesh jiggled liquidly with the smacking impacts. Her fingers moved and her palms pressed as though crushing his kisses into the towering hills of her bosom.
Again she showed him her back. Again she bent partially. And once again she hooked her thumbs into the band of her panties. Swaying wantonly from side to side, she backed toward him as she pulled the black nylon down over her bouncy, broad pair of ass cheeks until they were completely naked and she had to bend to force the nylon panties over her rounded calves.
The big tan bulges of her deeply cleft butt thrust up inches from his face. He could not resist. Clapping a hand to each taut-skinned, perfect hemisphere, he tugged her back and began trailing kisses all over her upturned ass. She shuddered, sighed, shuddered again when his hand slid in to press the rounded plumpness of her bushy mound. Finding the softly yielding furrow easily, he let his fingers ease up it and roll over the rubbery little node of her clitoris.
The warm, musky smell of woman teased his nostrils, and he felt a ready dampness beneath his fingers.
"Oh, my darling," she sighed, with still another shudder.
She straightened and whirled to bend over the seated man, clasp his lean face in both hands, and press her lips warmly to his. Hers drifted apart. Squirming in sensual pleasure and aroused desire, she sent her warm tongue darting in and out of his mouth.
His hands came up to her dangling breasts. They were huge tits, curved, swollen, and unbelievably tempting. He worked on the heavy pendants, caressing, massaging, soothing the soft skin and firm flesh. His sexy attentions soon had her nipples feeling all tight and diamond hard.
Her mouth jetted low-throated moans into his as her senses converged to concentrate on the tingling alertness of her tit tips. The aroused peaks stood up hard and fat.
"Do you want to be sucked?" he asked into her mouth.
She was trembling and revolving her hips. "No!"
"Don't want your sweet pussy eaten?"
She shuddered tumultuously, but the answer was the same. "No!"
"Don't want this" he shoved his tongue between her lips and wiggled it inside her gasping mouth" in between those fat hot cunt lips of yours?"
His hand found those thick pliant lips, pressed and squeezed them. Flesh like oiled silk seemed to ooze between his fingers.
Another shiver. "No. No-stop!"
"Stop? Jesus Christ you hot-cunted witch, what do you want?"
"I want you to make my hot cunt hotter! I want you to fuck me!" she told him intensely. "I want that lightning rod in me, to the balls! It has been too long. I want every inch of your cock in me, up my pussy, and I want you on me, crush me, squash me under you!"
He was enormously excited by her fierce outburst, but he teased, "You can't wait?"
The reply was a swiftly grasping hand. Its closing on the great bulge in his crotch was enough to make his rapidly burgeoning prick tear clear through his pants. He felt pain on the swollen crown. But still he teased: "You don't even want my mouth on you, my tongue in you . .. suppose I want yours on me?"
She shivered. "Please, David, lover! I will do it later. I will suck both our juices off your beautiful cannon. I will lick your ass and suck your balls-but please, now, fuck me now!"
"Hit the floor."
She chewed at his lips a last time, straightened, backed hurriedly away, and hit the floor. Her butt thumped. Her eyes stared up at him as he rose, scorching him with a torrid look that bespoke frenzied passion. Her knees rose, her legs bending, then spread wide to reveal the tantalizing V of her crotch, covered with gleaming black hair.
He gazed down at that black mountain of lust as his fingers rushed down the front of his shirt.
She had a fantastic pussy. Her full hips cradled a big enticing bulge crowned with a profusion of black curls. The mat of hair rode a long, strongly swelling hillock that jutted out dramatically from the gradual swell of her belly. Within that black jungle he could just see -dropping his shirt and unbuckling his belt -fat, puffy lips of a very dark, brownish-tinged pink.
His pants dropped. She stared at the straining pouch of his white briefs.
His shorts dropped. Big and hard and long, his cock jumped out and loomed over her like a horizontal flagpole halfway up a high, slender building. She moaned and shifted her weight from one big curving ass cheek to the other, rocking her parted knees and the sable-furred cradle of her crotch. Lifting her arms, she extended her hands to him.
He dropped to his knees between her widely parted thighs with a jar that made his rampant, blood-swollen cock jump wildly. Her hand rushed out to grasp it.
"Ah! Mother of God-like hot iron! Why does it not tear me open?"
He smiled. "Your cunt was made for fucking, nothing else. It was made for me-and I'm going to fuck you bowlegged."
She jiggled her ass and forced her thighs still farther apart, forcing her pussy to pop pinkly open. "Do! Fill me up and fuck me bowlegged!"
He moved a little closer, on his knees. Then he dropped over her. His palms slapped down beside her upper arms.
"You fill you up."
Her white teeth flashed in a smile of pure pleasure. Her hand tightened on his beautiful rammer and tugged. The hot, round-swollen head cruised over her thick black sporran. The feel of that soft bush and the heat of her crotch against his supersensitive glans fired and inspired him. She only tucked it in. He rammed.
He felt her tremble beneath him as he pushed the swollen corona past the liquid-saturated folds of her deeply pink, open cunt. She groaned loudly. His single quick lunge had spurred his thick cock all the way between her open, wet lips and deep up her guts.
Tumultuous sexual response surged in her. Heat flared through the bursting buds of her breasts and into her belly. She grabbed him with anxious slapping hands.
Now he was forcing it deeper and deeper up her slit with swift, short prodding thrusts. The soft fleshy ridges formed folds deep inside her, parted, like her mouth, in abandoned ecstasy and welcome.
She was not still. She was not that kind of woman. She was not fucked by her man; she fucked with him. She moved strongly, grinding and twisting her pussy up onto his hard-driving prick, returning his strong fucking with gyrating hips.
The entire length of his inflamed truncheon was in her now, sunk to the balls in her slippery cleft. He lifted himself above her on his hands, soaking himself in the wet, raw inner flesh of that deep gorge.
"Ah-ungh!" she gasped. Her black eyes sparkled. "I've got it all!"
He pulled it half out and rammed it back with a jarring blow to her pubis. "I think you've got it all, yeah."
She smiled and writhed sinuously beneath him, her vulva throbbing and her body meeting his in happily unbridled lust. Her movements made certain he felt every inner wall of her cunt rubbing his sensitive cock head, while she gloried in that slippery abrasion.
He remained motionless, poised above her on palms and knees, while she screwed herself.
Her sweaty buttocks made soft swishing noises on the carpet, rumpling it as she jerked. Violent thrills tingled through her torrid torso. She surged her belly, making ecstatic sounds deep in her throat and filling the thirsty hollow of her womb with hard, throbbing cock.
She treated herself to the marvelous sensation of fucking herself, of hot male meat gliding hotly in and out of the wet, gushing slit she churned up and down.
He hung there above her while she plunged up and down, until he felt the strain in his arms and saw that she was tiring.
Then he began spiking it to her.
His body moved hard, ramming, driving himself deep into the lusty hole of her loins. He cushioned himself on the warm strutting supports of her breasts as his body moved strongly up and down on hers.
Whimpering and whining for more, she squirmed beneath him. Each breath burst from her in a gasp. Her curling fingers slickened over his back and clutched at his driving butt while he drove her own superbly padded ass down into the carpet with the force of his thrust. His hands squeezed her full hips, starting to slide in their sweat.
Their bodies pounded at each other, almost viciously in the wild abandon of sexual need.
Her pussy depths contracted around him in rippling, undulant waves that seemed to pump his cock.
Without breaking for a moment the rhythm dictated by unquenched desire, he worked a hand under her and delved his fingers into the sweat-slick crease of her ass.
"Ah-uh-agh!" she gasped. "Put it in! Put it in!"
She twisted and turned, sighing and gasping. Sweat ran off her panting body. Sweat ran down her hot rearward crack, over his fingers. She squirmed her hips up to make it easier for him-and to swallow his pleasuring length all the way up her belly, trying to suck in the hairy scrotum as well.
With his cock all the way up her vaginal channel, he pushed his middle finger against the puckered portal to her bowels. It was sweat slick. His finger was sweat slick. He felt her anus squeeze, but he grinned and pushed.
"Ahhhhhhhh . . ." she gasped out. Her hands clutched him and she stiffened.
Soft pink membranes expanded with slow reluctance to admit the stiff length of his invading finger. With her cunt completely cock stoppered, his finger felt as big as another swollen prick coming up her back. She worked to control the frantic fearful cringing and tightening of the little ring of her asshole.
Then his palm jammed up against the voluptuous, curved mounds of her buttocks. His longest finger was implanted all the way up her asshole. His prick was anchored all the way up her cunthole.
She shuddered and lay otherwise very, very still while her body accustomed itself to the dual piercing.
Muscles relaxed. Membranous walls fluttered and stretched to loosen up. Secretions flowed.
"Ah, God," she gasped tightly. Her hands roamed lovingly over him. Her head suddenly jerked up and she planted a full-lipped kiss on his left nipple. Then her head fell back. "Ah, God, I love you, Americano! Now . . . now . . . ball me blind!"
He tried. He drove cock and finger repeatedly into violently twitching cunt and squirming rectum, massaging the quaking tissue walls. He could feel the bulging hardness of his cock against his entrenched finger as though they were separated only by an expensive glove.
He began pounding up and down, spreading her soft inner walls with hard, massive thrusts of his cock's throbbing great knob. Every movement he made scored her deeply. Every stroke rammed her rectal tunnel down on his finger. Her buttocks mashed out and the finger drove deep. A minor orgasm made her quiver.
Warm inner juices laved the deeply planted sex pole in the heat of her frothing pussy. Fused together in a wet pulsing mass of sweating writhing flesh, they screwed each other with convulsive jerks of their pounding bodies.
He wiggled his ass-held finger.
"Ah! Ah! Keep it in, keep it in deep, deep . . . I am ... I am going . . . I . . . a-a-ahhHHHH!"
The dual piercing and probing of her body hurled her over the edge. A heavy shudder seized her entire body and she hit the blissful summit.
He watched the long-shuddering rapture come and go as her desire was slaked. He felt every twitch and tremor that ran through her. The big orgasm tightened her asshole around his finger and her cunt around his cock.
Her beautiful culmination wound down slowly. It left her drenched with sweat, dizzy.
He was seized with a wild ache to fuck her blind and fill her with squirts of hot, sticky fluid. He rammed hard, ravishing her contracting vagina that made her grunt with every penetrating stab of his prick up her sated gash His pounding, humping body shoved it in and out until its swollen length was coated and glistening with her love fluids. The soft, fluid-saturated folds encased the jabbing pole of his rigid and thick flesh like a tailor-made cock sheath.
He felt the sudden new sensitiveness in the head of his penis, the tightening up of his whole sweat-soaked nut sac. It was happening, and he went totally still again, raising himself above her on his palms.
"Fuck it off!"
Her face leaped into a smile like a neon sign. Closely watching his face for the final signs of his coming, she began slamming her body up and down. The liquid silk of her palpitating inner cunt rushed up and down his swelling, expanding cock shaft.
She saw his eyes bulge, his face tighten. He shivered and went all stiff. Then he groaned.
He came, groaning and shuddering and immersing her cunt in semen as icy sparks jolted from his crotch. He drenched her with the milk of his balls, squirting it inside her in strong muscle pulses.
Then he sagged down onto her, feeling as though his whole body was flowing down into the orgasm-relaxed softness of hers. She held him happily, and both of them felt the separation when his blown prick slid limply out of her cum-drooling gash.
It was too hot, they were too sweaty, and he had to roll from her. He lay on his back on the rug of her apartment and gazed unseeingly at the ceiling.
"There is some very cold beer," she said, raising herself on one elbow. One big breast slapped his arm and trailed sweatily over it.
"I would love a very cold beer," he told her.
She smiled and bent to kiss his forehead. "I will get it. Shall I put something on?"
He slid a hand over her naked haunch. "Absolutely not. Stay naked. I don't have to go yet."
She kissed him again and got up to go for his beer. Her big ass cheeks wagged and juddered. Semen drooled stickily down the dusky smoothness of her inner thigh.