“It’s too big. Omygod! No! Take it out!”
I was not interested in her pleas. She would adjust. I knew this. They always did. Even my ex-wife, a big girl with a big pussy, had to get used to my girth. Leasa, by comparison, was a small girl. That meant, to me, she was all pussy, all sopping, tight pussy.
I slipped about half of my nine inches into her and paused. Her mouth was agape as if to scream, but no sound came out. Her gorged cunt spasmed and released more lubricant. It felt like a hot, buttered bun.
I remained motionless, but Leasa didn’t. She started pushing back into me, slowly allowing her pussy to swallow the length of my shaft.
“Ohhh!” she moaned. “Hurry up, Jim. Andy’ll be home any minute.”
I decided to get her off quickly. I eased back until just the head was still lodged inside her. Then I began a series of long, deep, steady strokes, forcing the air out of her lungs on each penetration. The only sounds were her gasps and the squishing each time her juices were forced between her stretched cunt lips and my swollen dick.
After no more than two minutes, Leasa was cumming, so I picked up the pace. When the orgasm hit, I pressed into her as far as she could accommodate. I rotated my hips without pulling out.
“Ah! Ah! AAHHhh!” she yelled. “AH! I’m cumming!”
I kept myself deeply planted inside her until the quake died down. She looked over her shoulder at me and I launched a barrage of short jabs, in and out in and out, stirring her up again to a point where she was whimpering. Her head dipped into the empty sink. Her long, blonde hair was tousled and obscured her face.
“Please Jim,” she managed to get out between thrusts. “Please, don’t cum in me.”
I kept pumping, faster and longer now. I reached around with both hands, gripping each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger. Through her cotton jersey I pinched and pulled on them, mauling her pliant orbs in my weather beaten hands.
“Ooohhh yesssss,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“No! No! You’ll get me pregnant,” she pleaded as I pushed her closer to the edge.
We both heard it at the same time, the roar of the motorcycle engine getting louder as it came down the street. I smiled to myself and pounded her several more times before I eased my dick back. The walls of her now frothing cunt gripping and sucking at me, trying to keep me embedded until I pulled out with a plop. I sandwiched myself between her ass cheeks, gliding back and forth slowly.
“We’ll finish this later,” I said, just now noticing that her feet had not been on the floor most of that time. I fed my stiff snake back into my pants and zipped up. I pressed up against her, grinding my hard-on into her belly. She looked up at me with a look of exhaustion and contentment on her face.
She was breathing through her mouth as I bent and gently licked her lower lip. We heard the front door open as our tongues danced, and she pushed me away and headed for the bathroom.
“Who’s piece-of-shit Caddy is that in our driveway, Leasa?” Andy said from another room as he entered the house. I already was on my way out the patio door, kicking off my sneakers on the way.
By the time Andy entered the kitchen, I was headlong into the deep end of the heated pool where my boner would have a chance to cool off and deflate.
I resurfaced in about four feet of water. Standing on the side of the pool, swaying in a breeze that wasn’t blowing, was Andy. He still was in uniform, sans helmet. His pants were partially unzipped with a dribbled stain, obviously dried cum, spotting the front.
His toothy smile told me he’d had a recent conquest.
“Big Jim? For a second there I thought some black bastard had broken in. You almost got that Zulu dick of yours shot off boy,” Andy said, laughing heartily at his own ignorant attempt at humor.
He held up a bottle of Tequila in one hand and two glasses in the other. I thought I’d rather drink from the bottle, not knowing where his skinny fingers had been.
“Nice place you got here, Andy,” I said. As I stood, water droplets made my muscular ebony frame glisten under the hot sun. My short Afro was parted in the middle from the dive into the water. The gray sections of my wet hair sparkled brightly under the sun. My still semi hard dick was concealed in my shorts below the waterline.
“C’mon man, let’s get drunk,” he said, flopping down in a lounge chair by the pool. The bottle clunked safely onto the grass. One of the glasses broke as they fell to the ground.
As I climbed the ladder, I looked past the already drunk Andy and saw Leasa, slowly shaking her head, in the doorway. We both easily recognized his condition.
“Where is that woman when you need her? Leasa!” he yelled, his speech slightly slurred. “We’re gonna need us some lemons out here, Big Jim,” he huffed, laying back and slowly closing his eyes.
Leasa had changed clothes as well as her mood, judging by what she had on. It looked like she had no regrets about what we had been doing just minutes before.
The thin, blue half top with spaghetti straps barely covered those bouncy jugs. They were more tantalizing now than when they were naked in the photo. A matching skirt was hardly long enough to hide her beaten cunt lips. She sauntered toward her husband. He was sleeping already, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was on my soaked shorts and the fat, tubular imprint made by dick. I wasn’t hard, but it still had enough blood to keep it on standby.
I stood there, my hands on my hips, to one side of Andy while Leasa squatted to clean up the broken glass on the other side.
“Better watch what you’re doing there, Leasa. You might get cut,” I said, noticing that she couldn’t take her eyes off of my crotch.
She didn’t respond. She shot a look at her soused husband, gathered the glass and headed toward the kitchen. Before she stood, she gapped her knees for an instant to let me see that she’d decided to forego replacing the thong.
“Where did this white girl get such a nice ass?” I thought as I watched her hips sway seductively while she walked toward the patio door. She left the screen door open, turning invitingly for a moment before disappearing into the house.
I felt the stirring return to my groin. I was right on her heels. As I walked briskly through the kitchen, I grabbed the old ripped panties from under the table and stuffed them into one of my pockets.