I called the hospital and told them that we were coming in but when I went
back into the bedroom the baby's head was showing. I knew we couldn't make
it to the hospital when I saw Todd's head start to move out, so I called
the hospital again and ask them to tell me what to do.
They did a good job of telling me over the phone and Todd was born.
He had white slimy substance all over his face and Kyle's cum on the top of
his head.
We all kind of laughed at that and then I cut the cord and tied it off, as
instructed on the phone by the hospital.
The ambulance came and took Annette and the baby to be checked out and of
course I went with them. Annette and Todd spent the night and were
released to come home the next day.
When we arrived back at the apartment things changed, they kind of
disappeared from the scene.
Todd was a beautiful baby boy and we raised him into a fine young boy.
We never stopped going to the nude beach and Annette taking our little boy Todd
with us, or more likely Kyle's because he developed with a big cock. It
looked a lot like a miniature of Kyle's big long cock.
Guys strolling along the beach would go nuts watching the little guy suck
Annette breasts at his feeding times.
I also liked watching him feed. I can't express how beautiful the feeding
times were at the beach and at home.
The end...
25) Jean-Paul
When my wife, Heather and I were out on the town we passed a casino that
had a male strippers show on that night.
Heather had never seen a male strip show before so she wanted to go in for
a look.
Inside I waited at the bar having a few drinks while she moved around and
checked the place out and watching the dancers.
I was on my 3 rd. drink when Heather came over to the bar, a huge smile on
her face and looking great in her small black dress. Dressed for a night on
the town, she was wearing a simple black dress, with spaghetti straps that
left her shoulders mostly bare. It was tight fitting and floor length with
a slit up the side that went up quite a way. It wasn't too revealing but
very sexy, showing off her figure nicely. The outfit was completed by a
pair of black 3-inch stiletto high heels.
She told me how great the show was and that she was the center of attention
for the strippers from the moment she walked in. Of course the fact that
I'd given her a big hand full of ones to put in their G-strings might have
had something to do with that. While she was telling me about the show a
tall chocolate colored black man walked out from the cabaret area and
walked straight over to us.
He was obviously one of the performers. After a drink with us I could tell
that he was flirting a lot with Heather and that she was enjoying the
attention. He was touching her arms, laughing and standing so close to
Heather that he was basically rubbing up against her,
Surprisingly, I didn't mind at all and I could tell that Heather was
enjoying it. I decided to leave them alone for a little while so I said,
"I'm going to play the slot machines for a little while."
When I got there I positioned myself so I could watch what they were doing
and to my surprise they got even closer as soon as I was gone. His hand was
on the small of her back and he was slowly rubbing round and round. In no
time he'd moved it down and was caressing her ass before moving down to her
thigh before she sassily removed it and laughed.
I went back over to the bar and suggested to Heather, "Why don't we go
home?" and before she could answer I asked our new friend, "Would you like
to come back to our house for drinks as well?"
He couldn't have said, "Yes," any quicker.
Back home I mixed us all a drink and then when Heather went into the
bedroom to get changed our new friend, Jean-Paul started to apologize for
his flirtatious ways and said, "I'll head out if you want me too."
I told him, "Don't be silly. That's why I invited you here. I'm enjoying
watching another man showing interest in my wife. I'll even see if I can't
step things up a little."
Excusing myself, I went up the hall and into our bedroom to help Heather.
She was standing there staring into her closet at a loss as to what to wear
so I suggested that she wear the sexy night gown that I'd gotten her for
her birthday. I knew it was a little bit too see-through but I didn't care.
I even convinced her not to wear a bra or panties.
When we went back out to the living room, Jean-Paul's eyes almost popped
out of his head.
Pleased at his response, I poured more drinks and put on some Barry White
to set the mood. Barry worked his magic because the mood changed quickly
with Jean-Paul being unable to hide his excitement or the massive cock
growing in his pants.
Heather noticed the bulge as well and asked Jean-Paul, "Is it true about
the size of black guy's cocks and how about you prove it?"
.
With a knowing smile, Jean-Paul stood up, unsnapped and unzipped his tight
pants. Pulling his pants off his hips and down his legs he released his
cock.
I think both Heather and myself both gasped as aloud as was saw it. It was
least 9 or 10-inches long and as thick as beer can. Well maybe not that
thick but the thickest I'd ever seen.
Heather gave me a questioning look so I said, "Go for it."
Heather pushed his thighs further apart as she immediately dropped to her
knees. He was already hard as she took his cock in her left hand and
started to eagerly lick it. Her tongue flicked afros the velvety head.
Suddenly, on one of her upward licks, Heather took his cock into her mouth.
Seeing her pink lips stretched into a ring around his thick cock nearly
made me cum right then and there, but he held out as I watched her start
her skillful sucking. Her beautiful mouth bobbed up and down as her tongue
crept around the head of his cock, pleasing Jean-Paul in ways he had never
dreamed possible.
Jean-Paul couldn't believe it. Heather was even better than he had imagined
in his fantasies. She took him all the way into her mouth and she still
managed to stick out her tongue to lick his balls.
I reached under her and put a couple of fingers in her pussy. She was
dripping wet and covered my hand in her juices.
One more bob and it was Jean-Paul's breaking point. With a roar he stood up
and picked Heather up in his arms and if she weighted nothing. Then with me
trailing along behind so I wouldn't miss anything, he carried her down the
hall to our bedroom and over to the bed.
He laid her down on her back and knelt between her outstretched
legs. Holding her ankles, Jean-Paul lifted her legs up and forced her legs
back until her knees were almost beside her head. That curled heather's
spine up so that her crotch was pointing at the ceiling. He was so
fascinated by the sight of her bald white pussy that he moved even closer
to get a good look.
Awed, Jean-Paul slid his hands down her thighs and with his thumbs pulled
her lips apart, massaging and kneading
the tender flesh and sending shock
waves through her body with every motion. She trembled a little at the
sensation.
Lowering his face, he ran his tongue in between them and hunted down her
clit.
Even from where I stood I could smell her arousal, her scent filling my
nostrils and making my blood pump even faster.
Jean-Paul stroked her clit with his tongue, making her writhe around
underneath him. She moaned, `Uuuuuuugh," and spread my legs wider as he
licked ever deeper onto her pussy, teasing it gently for a moment before
moving back to her clit.
"Oh god," she moaned as she reached down to stroke his curly hair and
roughly knead the muscles of his neck as he blows so softly on my clit. A
sensation that brought her ever closer to an orgasm. I watch him take me
into his mouth and suck on it, the sensation causing her to moan,
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh."
As he pulled back and released her clit, Jean-Paul started use his tongue
in a way only to drive heather crazy, sometimes quickly, other times
slower, moving it vertically or making slow, lazy circles around her clit
while working a finger inside of her. He moved it in and out in the same
rhythm of his tongue moving against her clit. Heather moaned, "Ooooh god
yesss," as her head arched back, her eyes closed and her body shaking and
trembling in the ecstasy of an earth shattering orgasm.
Heather lay writhing on the bed, moaning, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh yes, god yes," as
Jean-Paul continued to work on her. Kissing, licking, and stroking as he
moved up, sucking on her erect nipples before making it to her mouth.
They kissed, his lips silenced her moans as his tongue pushed into her
mouth, their lips and tongues danced to each other's passions. Heather's
hands moved to his shoulders and pulled him deeper into their kiss. Their
lips clung together as their tongues continued to danced, sending shivers
deep to her core.
Their breathing was heavy when Jean-Paul sat up.
Reaching between them and holding his cock I slowly rubbed it around
Heathers pussy.
Lying back, her blonde hair fanned out around her lovely face, Heather
giggling like a little nymph, like the little slut in heat that she'd
become and lifted her legs up and out as I guided Jean-Paul's cock slowly
into her.
Heathers eyes round back and her mouth opened wide as inch by black inch he
slowly stretched her pussy more than it had ever been stretched before. But
surprisingly Heather fit all of Jean-Paul's 10-inch cock into her tiny
pussy.
Heather looked up at me and said, "He's going to destroy my tight little
pussy with his big black cock," and then she looked at Jean-Paul and said,
"Fuck me as hard and as long as you can. I want you to destroy this little
white pussy with your huge thick black cock."
Jean-Paul immediately upped the ante, driving his cock into heather's sweet
pussy. It was as if they were doing battled. Deep down she wanted to lose
but she fought him anyway.
Her nipples scrapped his chest and as her moans echoed off the bedroom
walls. His big black cock plunged in and out of her pussy as he brought her
closer to the volcanic explosion that was threatening to consume her.
"White Bitch," he growled. "Fucking whore," he muttered as his mouth came
down and bit her shoulder. Heather screamed and reached the first orgasm.
Her whole body shuddering as she exploded all over his cock and showered
his dick with her hot fluids. But Jean-Paul didn't stop, he just fucked her
harder and faster.
Heather was cumming over and over again and covering his cock in her cum.
As Jean-Paul picked up the pace even more he shook the walls when he
screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Ooooohhhhh God I'm cumming."
"I want it inside me," she wailed wildly, her muscles clenched around his
shaft as she pushed deeper onto his massive cock. As his balls slammed
against her ass his hand moved to her clit and pulled the strip of slippery
flesh. Heather shook with lust. "Ohh fuck," wailed as cascading falls of
melted honey flowed down the velvet sides of her pussy. Every joint in her
body stiffened. She couldn't breathe, think or speak.
For a moment heather couldn't see...she just was. She just existed in the
black abyss that was void of all feeling and color. Then a few more pumps
and it was if someone flicked a switch, a blinding shot slammed into her
and her eyes shot open. "Oh my god," heather screamed as they cummed
together, his cum filled her pussy. .
"Oh fuck," Jean-Paul growled as the rapid waves of cum slithered out of his
cock, filling her pussy to over flow, enveloping his balls and slid over
her creamy white thighs.
As Jean-Paul sat back I could see Heather`s pussy, stretch wide, red and
swollen with thick com dripping out the bottom of her slit.
Heather thought it was finished but Jean-Paul wasn't. He flipped Heather
over on the bed and then after putting a pillow under her hips, climbed
back on top of her.
As she lay flat on her belly but with her naked butt in the air, Jean-Paul
grabbed her hips, he notched his big cock between those cum slick pussy
lips and inserted the whole thing in one long stroke. Heather groaned,
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," with pleasure as she felt the last inch push home.
This black bastard was never going to stop.
I increased his pace even more, he started slamming his cock to the depths
of heather cum soaked pussy as hard as he could. Picking up the pace, he
fucked Heather harder and faster.
By now Heather's body had gone limp and she was just lying there taking it.
"God, I'm cumming," she wailed weakly as she started to cum over and over
again as the pace picked up even more.
There was already cum everywhere when Jean-Paul blasted another thick load
of cum deep inside her.
As Heather got off the bed there was so much cum dripping out of her pussy
that it was running down her leg.
So thoroughly fuck, Heather could barely walk but made her way to the
living room, to the couch and collapsed onto it completely exhausted.
After another drink we said our goodbyes to Jean-Paul and then it was my
turn. I honestly didn't touch the sides of Heather's stretched pussy but it
didn't matter, I finished in seconds and then we both fell asleep.
We've invited Jean-Paul over several times since.
The end...
26) New Couple in Kate's Life
"I have a lovely couple to introduce to you" Maggie told Kate, one of her
best friends. Kate thought she was joking; after a long dry spell, she told
Maggie and some other friends she was looking to meet someone, someone to
love, someone to be with. Why was Maggie introducing her to couple? At
first, she thought Maggie was talking about a man and a woman; after all,
Maggie knew Kate was bisexual, and in fact they had sex several times
before. Kate wouldn't mind night of passion with another couple; for
probably not for a serious relationship. Kate could go down on a woman, but
couldn't imagine herself in a relationship with a woman. " Tony and Jason
a
re very nice; you would like them" Maggie said, and that's when Kate
became intrigued. Two men? Did Maggie mean her to fuck them both, or date
them both?
At Maggie's party Kate dressed to impress, a small black dress, revealing
her long tanned legs, complimenting her small perky breasts. Her soft brown
hair was turned high, held in place by a long silver needle. Kate secretly
called it her "fucking dress", since it was extremely easy to take off, and
she usually wore nothing underneath it. The party was mostly boring, the
same old people, and Kate found herself lacking patience for them. She was
about to leave, it was almost eleven, when they finally arrive. She was
instantly glad she stayed: Tony looked like a fallen angel; his hair was
jet black, slightly long and thick, straight as an arrow. His eyes sparkled
blue, set against his tan. And his lips were the red of a rose, lips hardly
suited to a man several inches over six feet, with shoulders to match.
Jason had light brown hair, turning gray at the temples, a little early
since he could not yet be even thirty-five. It lent him a distinguished
air. His dark brown eyes reminded her of a fawn, guileless and warm. Framed
by thick, curly lashes, they rested on her with unwavering intensity. For a
split second she had a sharp image of those warm eyes, gazing at her hotly
while he sheathed himself in her. She breathed heavily.
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