Gentrified

by Kirsten McCurran

  “Yes…”

  Winston stopped moving. His cock was buried inside her, and as it throbbed, her entire body throbbed. She couldn’t believe she’d taken it all. She didn’t think there was any way that monster would all fit inside her. Winston would tear her open. But now he was inside her, and it felt incredible. Now that she had him, Jess wanted him to really fuck her. She hooked her legs behind his knees and pulled on his arms. She worked her hips on him.

  “Please…Winston…please…”

  Jess got the surprise of her life when Winston thrust again. He pushed hard and buried at least a few more inches inside of her. She screamed. Her heels hammered the backs of his knees. It hurt and felt superb at the same time. It was unlike anything Jess had ever felt before. Jess felt like she’d tumbled down the rabbit hole. And then he really started moving inside her.

  ~~~

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” Winston gasped, as he sank his cock into the moaning blonde.

  “Winston,” she whined. “Oh god! You’re…”

  He slowly worked his cock in and out of her, moving only a couple inches at a time. Jessica had taken to it surprisingly well, but he still wanted to give her time to adjust before he really got moving. He didn’t want to leave her so sore that she wouldn’t come back for more. Winston didn’t know how long this affair could last, but he did not want it to be one night only. Her eyes were so wide, and she stared up at him. Those eyes sparkled. He loved seeing the wash of emotions over her face. This was one of the greatest moments of taking a woman like Jessica. The very first time he entered them they were always shocked by how it felt, shocked that it didn’t just hurt, and shocked by how good a giant cock could feel. Winston was tired of hearing woman talk about how size didn’t matter. He knew it was bullshit because he’d seen the truth. That truth was written all over Jessica’s face right now.

  “…so big,” she moaned, finishing her thought.

  “Just relax and feel it, Jessie. Just lay back and enjoy it,” he cooed, leaning in to kiss her. She tried to return that kiss, but she was too busy moaning and mewing. Jessica was constantly moaning.

  Her pussy gripped him impossibly tightly. He didn’t understand how it didn’t hurt her being opened like that, but he could see she liked it. He picked up the pace, pulling almost all the way out and steadily pushing his shaft back into her. It had taken a lot of years to learn this kind of control. A younger Winston would have come two seconds after putting it in a tight cunt like Jessica’s. She was so beautiful; he might not have even gotten that far. Staring down at her now, he felt an unexpected sweep of emotion. It reminded him of how he felt with Nicole, but it was dangerous to feel with Jessica. She wasn’t his, and never would be. He could only borrow her. She belonged to her husband, and he understood that. But still, Winston felt an unfamiliar warmth of emotion spread through his body as he slowly took Jessica. It was too close to making love for comfort.

  “God, I feel it everywhere. Winston…mmm…uhnn…”

  Winston’s arms were locked out, like he was holding himself in an extended pushup over her. He did all the work with his hips. His cock drove into her at a nice pace, and as she got used to it, Jessica used her hips too. She moved her legs up and locked her ankles around the small of his back, which meant Winston almost lifted her off of the bed every time he pulled back. It almost meant he thrust into her harder.

  “Yes! Yesyesyes!” There was a low growl in her tone. Jessica sounded possessed.

  “Yeah, you like that black cock, don’t you, Jessie?”

  “Yes! Mmm, yes! I love your black cock,” she gasped, unprompted.

  Winston smiled. He knew she was completely his. “I feel you working that pussy, baby, pulling on my cock.”

  “Yes…mmm…I want it all…”

  He drove down hard, slamming it into her. Jessica screamed, and he was sure she came. He felt her gushing and gripping his prick inside her. He barely gave her a moment to enjoy it before redoubling his efforts.

  “It’s too much…too much, Winston…”

  “I’m not stopping, Jessie. You’re gonna come all night,” he moaned.

  “Don’t stop…please don’t stop, baby…mmm…”

  Nicole had taunted him with her dirty talk, playing games to get him off, but Jessica was sincere. When she begged for his cock, she wasn't playing with him. He loved Nicole’s spirit, but he also loved Jessica’s submission. They were such a delicious contrast. And the brunette was right—he needed them both in bed together. Now that Jessica was so fully his, he knew she would not deny him.

  “Mmm…yesyesyesyesyes! God yes!” Jessica cried. If he didn’t know better, Winston would have thought she was constantly coming. Was that possible?

  With Jessica constantly creaming around his cock, Winston was having trouble holding back. The cum boiled in his heavy balls. She was just too beautiful. Her cunt felt too damned good. He moved faster, slamming down into her. Jessica held on for dear life, moaning or crying his name. Her eyes were shut tight now. He’d hoped to play with her more, but that would have to wait until he had time to recover.

  “I’m gonna come, baby. You’re making me come, Jessie,” he teased.

  “Yes! Come for me, baby. I want to feel your cum inside me,” she begged.

  That surprised him. He was sure Jessica would have made him pull out. Once they got started, all thoughts of using a condom flew out the window. He couldn’t stop himself, and she didn’t demand it. He’d thought about pulling out, painting those perfect tits with his load, but he would give her what she wanted. He’d shoot his load deep inside her. Winston let out a final roar and went balls deep. His cock pulsed, and his thick load pumped deep inside Jessica. She came again when she felt it, her arms and legs flopping to the bed. She lay there, like she was semi-conscious, while she took his load.

  Winston rolled to his side and swept Jessica into his arms. She snuggled tightly against him, kissing his chest. He sighed. It could not have been more perfect.

  twenty-two

  Jess thought she might doze off when they finished. Their coupling was certainly exhausting, but she was energized. Between the constant sparks of pleasure randomly going off throughout her body and the thoughts flying through her brain, there was no way she could have possibly slept. Jess had never felt so thoroughly fucked.

  I did it, she thought. I can’t believe I did it. I’m a dirty, cheating slut. She smiled when she thought it, but she felt guilt creeping around the edges of her mind. Did it really matter that Kyle had told her to do this? Her upbringing told her no. A proper husband would never want his wife to sleep with another man anyway. Jess knew she could not be governed by other people’s values, but hadn’t those been her values up until a few months ago? But it was so hard to feel guilty when she felt so good. Jess didn’t know that she could feel so good.

  It was strange to be snuggled up against Winston. He felt nothing like her husband. His dark skin was smooth and soft, but he was so solid. Jess swore she felt his power emanating from him as his chest rose and fell with his steady breathing. She feared it was a betrayal to be so comfortable with Winston like this. It was supposed to just be about the sex, but Kyle had opened this Pandora’s Box, and Jess warned him he might not like where it went. She was not the kind of woman who could separate the warm feelings of friendship she had for Winston from the incredible sex they’d just had. She knew she was falling for him, just a little. She just had to be on guard that it did not become a danger to her marriage.

  And then there was the other thing, and she did feel guilty about that. She imagined she could feel his load inside her. They had not used protection. She and Kyle didn’t talk about it, but she understood that it was a given—for obvious reasons. She would tell Kyle. It wasn’t in her to lie about it. She would never lie to Kyle about any of this. Pregnancy wasn’t a real fear. Jess took her contraception like clockwork, but she still felt if she was sleeping with another man she should use a condom.

  S
leeping with another man. Jess couldn’t believe that phrase was even in her head. But she was there, in bed with Winston, snuggling into him, rather than sheepishly gathering her clothes and sneaking out. She didn’t know what would happen next, but she knew they were not done. Winston had promised to make her come all night, and that was what she wanted. She smiled when she thought about it. Jess didn’t want to leave his bed.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything, Jessie.”

  “Why did you make me say…those things?”

  “You mean the dirty talk?”

  Jess twisted so she could look up at him. “Dirty talk is fun, that’s not what I meant. You know, the racial stuff.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  “I just don’t think of you like that. I just see you as a man, not a black man.”

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it, Jessie. I don’t mean that in a bad way, but race is always there. I know you’re not racist, but I’m just as sure the black man has always been a taboo. Even if this was a normal circumstance, what would the people who know you say if they saw us together?”

  “I don’t care what people think,” she dodged.

  “That’s not what I asked. Can you honestly tell me this isn’t acting out on some level?”

  “Of course, I’m married!”

  “Not what I meant. I know it is.”

  “Okay, maybe.”

  “And grabbing that forbidden fruit makes you hot.”

  “Maybe.” It was difficult to concede.

  Winston brushed her nipple and she shivered.

  “Okay, yes. It’s in there, somewhere. But I swear that’s not why I’m here.”

  “I know that, Jessie.”

  “You never answered me. Come on, Winston. Did you fuck me just because I’m a white girl?”

  Winston chuckled. “I like hearing you say fuck.”

  Jess fixed him with a glare.

  “Okay, okay. I did not fuck you just because you’re white. But yeah, white women turn me on. I guess it’s a kink.”

  “Then why did you want to sleep with me?”

  “That’s easy. You’re beautiful, and you’re smart. You’re sweet, and you’re sexy, but you don’t act like you know it, because you’re so sweet. I wanted you from the second I met you.”

  “That’s sweet, baby.”

  Kyle was right, she thought. Winston was trying to sleep with her from the beginning. It should have bothered her, but it didn’t. It should have bothered her that at least part of the reason he wanted her was because she was white, but that didn’t bother her either. Jess was still glowing, and in that glow nothing mattered, except that she was there.

  “So,” she said, drawing out the word. “It turns you on to hear a sweet, white girl like me talk dirty? Is it because I seem too innocent?”

  Winston just laughed.

  “You like hearing an innocent white girl begging you to fuck her? It turns you on when I beg for your big…black…cock,” she cooed.

  “Only because I know you really want it, Jessie.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “I can still hear you screaming, baby. I’d be happy to remind you.”

  Jess lifted his wet cock. It felt heavier flaccid, just lying in her hand. It was also bigger soft than anything she’d ever seen. She ran her fingers along its length.

  “Did Nic beg?” She smiled at his surprise. “Girls talk. I know you two have been sleeping together. I thought you liked that I’m smart.”

  “I figured you knew, Jessie. I just didn’t think you’d bring it up.”

  “Because I’m too uptight?” Her smile was a challenge.

  “I think we’ve proved tonight that you’re not so uptight.”

  “I guess so. If it makes you feel better, Nic gave me the go-ahead. She told me I should have fun.”

  “That sounds like her.”

  “What’s your deal with her?” Jess could tell he was reticent to talk about it, and added, “You’re not going to make me jealous or bruise my delicate feelings. I am a married woman, after all. We both understand what this is about.”

  “Yeah? What is this about?”

  Jess grasped his shaft tighter and stroked it. She felt the life coming back into it, and feeling it thicken reignited the flame inside her. His cock felt like its own living thing in her hand, and she had to force herself to keep eye contact with Winston, when all Jess really wanted was to watch his prick as she played with it. Given all of that, it was easy to answer his question, even if she was not used to being so frank about sex.

  “It’s about sex, isn’t it? It’s something we both wanted, and I couldn’t deny it any longer. And I guess it’s about Kyle too, because this turns him on for some reason.”

  “Don’t judge him. You’d be surprised how many guys are into this sort of thing. If you’re not a jealous asshole, you like it when guys check out your woman. And some guys take it further than that. They want to see the result. I think it’s part voyeurism, part wanting to see her lose control. A lot of guys think all women have an inner slut, and some of them want to see it unlocked. And then there are those guys who want to be humiliated.”

  “I don’t think Kyle’s like that,” she quickly added.

  “No, but I think he likes seeing how dirty his perfect little wife can get.”

  “Perfect little wife? Are you kidding me?”

  “Come on, baby. You were ripe to get all dirtied up.”

  “I think I should be offended, for some reason.”

  Winston pulled her into a kiss, which she avidly returned, sucking on his thick tongue when he pressed it into her mouth. She stroked his cock harder, and now it was more than she could handle with one hand. Her hand slid up toward the head, and it felt like his shaft would never end. He was right. Jess did feel dirty—and she liked it. Had she been waiting for this—the chance to dirty up her perfect little life? She had never felt that way. Jess pulled away from the kiss and had to catch her breath before she could speak again.

  “I’m not letting you off the hook. You never did answer my question about Nic,” she said, fighting the dual distractions of the cock filling her hand, and Winston’s hand, which pressed between her thighs from behind. His fingers brushed her swollen vulva and she was startled. Jess was embarrassed to be so wet for him again so soon.

  “Nic is an awesome girl. I love spending time with her,” he said, genuine affection in his voice.

  “In bed?” Her voice lowered, thick with lust as he lightly rubbed her pussy.

  “Yeah, in bed. She’s an incredible fuck, is that what you want to hear? Nic’s a wild girl. But not just in bed. She’s fun, and she’s quick, and she’s open.”

  “Sounds like you’re kind of smitten.”

  “I don’t know about that. Aww, fuck, girl,” he moaned.

  Jess had him at the root, and aggressively jerked him.

  “But you’re here with me?”

  “Our thing isn’t like that. Nic approves. She’s into it.”

  “What does that mean?” She squeezed his prick harder.

  “Whatever you think it means, Jessie. Now let me turn my attention back to you, baby.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, baby. This night is all about you.”

  His fingers pressed into her and Jess shuddered.

  “Am I an incredible fuck?” Her voice was low and breathy.

  “I want to collect more evidence.”

  Winston kissed her again and nudged her higher on his body, so he could press his fingers deeper inside her. Jess swooned and gave into the kiss, losing herself there for a moment. But she wanted something else. This was her chance to finally play with his cock. She turned and came face to face with his prick.

  After everything they discussed, Jess knew she was a cliché—the white girl who was fascinated with the big black dick. But she couldn’t help how she felt. It was so different from anything she’d experienced. Since this was a onc
e in a lifetime opportunity she couldn’t be shy about what she wanted.

  Jess couldn’t reach the head lying on her stomach, so she had to lift up before she kissed the head. She kissed it and sucked it, thinking of how she went down on her husband, but this was a different animal. She would not be able to suck Winston the way she sucked Kyle. With the head in her mouth, Jess knew she wouldn’t be able to suck much of this monster. She stroked him with both hands, sliding them up and down his length like she was worshipping it, while pressing more in to her mouth. Her lips were stretched and her mouth was full, but she hadn’t even sucked half of it. Jess had to wonder how much Nicole could swallow. Her competitive streak kicked in, and she took a couple more inches, but she would not be sucking the whole thing. Instead, she pulled off and licked it up and down, while teasing with her fingers.

  “Fuck, that feel’s good, Jessie. That fucking tongue…” he moaned.

  She licked her way down to the base and kissed his heavy, dark balls. Jess usually avoided going this low because of the nuisance of pubic hair, but Winston was nice and smooth. She didn’t think twice about kissing, and then licking his balls. She lifted them and started sucking. Jess was pleased when Winston trembled.

  “Fuck…Jessie…”

  Jess darted her tongue lower—lower than she’d ever gone on any man. It was strong and musky down there, and she could taste where her copious juices had coated him, but she still kept pressing her tongue lower. Winston wound his fingers in her hair and it was almost painful, but Jess did not resist when he pressed her down there.

  “Yeah…fuck…use that fucking tongue, Jessie…”

  Winston’s other hand was busy. His fingers worked a steady rhythm in and out of her, and her hips responded, pushing back against those filling fingers. His thumb naturally fell against her taint, but he stretched it up, teasing it around her little rosebud. Jess jumped and tensed up, but he did not try to force his thick thumb inside her. He just rubbed and teased. Jess was forced to relax when she realized how amazing it felt.