Tracy fell asleep in Harry’s arms wondering what it might feel like to have his gigantic member penetrate her hungry pussy.
“Harry. Wake up. Harry.” Tracy needed to return home to cook dinner for Jim.
“What? Oh, Angel. Thank you for the best treatment a man could hope for!” Harry was still reeling from his orgasm Tracy gave him some two hours ago.
“Harry…” Tracy smiled and put her dress back on. She turned so Harry could help her with the zipper. She reached down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Call me if you need anything.” Tracy locked the door behind her.
Harry drifted off to sleep soon after she left.
Tracy prepared her version of a Cobb salad for Jim’s dinner. The two ate without much conversation. She found herself looking at Jim with a new-found disgust.
“How could I have married such a small man?” She wondered. After having access to Harry’s truly remarkable penis, she didn’t know how she would ever be able to make love to Jim again, at least not without laughing at him.
Later that night, Jim wanted to make love, but Tracy made the excuse that she was feeling nauseous. She fell asleep with her back turned to her husband as she replayed the sexy events of the day.
The next morning, she prepared a grapefruit for him and discussed the next few days. Jim was going out of town for two days and needed Tracy to pack for him.
After she finished packing for her husband, it was nearly noon.
As Tracy looked at her watch she thought “Oh my! I haven’t called Harry yet!” She was concerned that Harry might think she wasn’t interested in helping him anymore. Ironically, her phone rang as she held it in her hand, startling her.
“Tracy? Is this you?” It was Harry.
“Yes, Harry it’s me. Are you okay?” Tracy’s voice was filled with concern.
“Tracy, I need your help. I can’t explain it all over the phone. Come over here now.” There was a demanding tone in the old man’s voice that triggered a submissive response in Tracy. At that moment she realized that she was sexually stimulated by his command. She secretly craved more.
“I’ll be right there, Harry!” Tracy left wearing the shorts and tank top she had on and drove as fast as traffic would allow to Harry’s home. On the way, her husband called.
“Honey? Where are you?” Jim was expecting a ride to the airport.
“Sweetie, Harry called. It sounds like he fell down or something and needs help.”
Jim heard the sincerity in her voice and thought it best to cool his anger for her leaving without taking him to the airport. He gave a deep sigh of displeasure.
“Alright. I will drive myself. I’ll be home Tuesday around eight o’clock in the evening. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sweetie. Miss you!” Tracy ended the call as she was pulling into Harry’s driveway.
She let herself in with the spare key.
“In here, Angel.” She heard his voice coming from the bedroom.
Harry was naked on his bed. His potbelly heaving in labored breaths. He was putting on quite the show.
“What’s wrong?” Tracy was visibly upset at the sight of her patient lying on the bed.
“My chest muscles are stiff and I need you to put some liniment on them.” Harry had an old bottle of liniment on the bedside table that he pointed to.
“Shouldn’t we call an ambulance?” Tracy reached into her purse for her phone.
“NO! Uh, no, no, Darlin,’ that won’t be necessary. It’s just muscle tension under the skin. All in the chest area. I just need your magic hands. My heart is fine.”
Harry’s plan was to get Tracy naked again and at the very least, receive another incredible blow job. She made him feel on top of the world and he simply could not get enough of her.
“You had me worried!” She sat down on the side of his bed next to him.
“Rub this ointment all over my chest.”
“Of course!” Without even a second thought, Tracy pulled her shorts and underwear off and slipped out of her top. Harry felt his cock swell with blood and his heart rate increase.
As she picked her clothes up and set them on the chair in the corner, he could see all of her fine, naked body for the first time. Harry loved the fact that Tracy now disrobed whenever she was about to touch his body.
With ivory skin and a classic hour-glass shape, Tracy was the real deal. Absolute perfection. Huge breasts that hung down slightly, her waist was skinny and her hips wide and round. Her ass was full, but perky. Harry immediately recognized in her a body that could take a good fucking. Tracy had it all, and Harry wanted it…all.
Tracy decided it would just be best to get naked when using oil on Harry. She rationalized this by telling herself that it avoided the mess of getting it on her clean clothes. While she was getting herself ready to help Harry, she quickly put her fingers between her pussy lips and felt the wetness seep out. Her hips moved uncontrollably as she briefly touched herself. She was turned on. ‘My goodness! What has gotten into me lately?’ She thought.
She sat next to him on the bed and began to put the liniment on the sides of his chest, but soon discovered it was an awkward position. She looked at his body trying to think of a better way when Harry said:
“Just climb on up here, Angel.” He patted the top of his stomach as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the bed.
“That way you can really apply pressure to my chest muscles and shoulders.” He also wanted her pussy as close to his cock as possible.
Tracy looked at his fat belly and realized that his gigantic cock was taking up the center portion of it. The shape of his stomach would require she straddle him near his sternum, to avoid his penis, which would leave her no room to work his chest muscles. She stood at the side of his bed looking the man up and down trying to come up with a solution.
She decided she would sit on his lower stomach, right on top of his thick, throbbing cock as it lay on his stomach. She planted her left knee on the bed to his side and swung her right knee over his other side and eased her exposed, wet pussy down against the length of his shaft as it lay flat against his rotund torso. She looked down to see that about six inches were exposed and the swollen head jutted out away from her body.
Harry looked with eyes wide open at the sexy white woman straddling him. His plan to get her over to his house for more sex had once again, exceeded his expectations. He tilted his head down toward his chest to see her swollen pussy lips surrounding his shaft. She kept her blonde pubic hair closely trimmed so he had no problem seeing her lips and exposed clitoris. He could also see her wetness glistening against his jet black skin. It was just one of so many sexy sights he had grown used to in these past several days.
“There. Now I can rub your muscles. Tell me if I am too rough on you, okay?” Tracy began to squeeze his pectoral muscles and used her palms to work the ointment into his skin. She concentrated on his chest, but in only a matter of a few minutes she was sliding her sopping wet pussy along the length of his shaft for her own benefit.
She wasn’t expecting her position and movement would feel as good as it did. Soon, she stopped massaging his chest altogether and placed her hands on each of his shoulders as she slid up and down the length of his phallus. Her breathing was hot and increasingly rapid. Her clit rubbed against his silky smooth skin with each stroke. It didn’t appear that she was in complete control of her actions. Some sort of primal desire kicked in.
Harry placed his hands on her smooth hips and pressed her down against his cock smashing her pussy against his meat. He wanted to fuck her then and there, but she was too far down on his shaft to be penetrated. He thought it looked as though she was trying to have an orgasm simply by sliding against his dick.
Tracy stopped massaging Harry with her hands and was now massaging his cock with her pussy. Her firm hold of his shoulders allowed her to use his dick to stimulate her engorged clit. His hands were forcing her down, up, and across his black meat. Dragging her up and down his body. His black cock was slick, wet, and shiny looking from the fluids of her aching pussy.
After several minutes of this, she began to feel the beginning of a tremendous climax. She felt light-headed and as she began to cum, her eyes rolled back with white circles and black dots filling her vision. Her brain seemed to move within her skull. She groaned, screamed, yelled, and screeched as her body convulsed from a series of successive orgasms that were so intense that she collapsed in a lump of limp flesh upon the old man’s chest. Her panting was only interrupted by her repeating “oh God, oh God, oh God…” It was quite simply the best orgasm of her life.
Harry was as hard as he had ever been. What he wanted to do was lift her up and impale her upon his cock and fuck her right and proper, but he settled for caressing her sweaty body and enjoying the feel of her nakedness upon him as she caught her breath.
“Tracy, my hips and legs are a little numb. I need you to work on me for a bit.” Harry didn’t think that after her series of orgasms she would have the energy to relieve him, but his dick was hard and he wanted to cum.
Tracy smiled and sat up. “I have a better idea that will help your circulation, Harry, that is, if you’re up for it!” She was suddenly excited and slid off the bed.
“Okay, what’s the idea?” Harry was intrigued. He was thinking about it being his turn to get off.
“Why don’t you pack an overnight bag and come to my house so you can use our pool for your therapy? Jim is out of town for a couple of days so we would have the pool and the house to ourselves. You can stay in the guest bedroom downstairs. What do you say?”
Harry didn’t care to be too far from his house. He had grown to dislike travel and he certainly didn’t want to get caught, at his age, by a jealous husband.
“No, Tracy, thank you, but no. I’m better off here.” Harry shook his head.
“Aw, come on Harry, please? The drive will do you good. Not to mention the exercise and relaxation you will get from the pool. I will put some clothes together for you.” Tracy got up from the bed and was going through his dresser drawers looking for clothes.
“Well, if you insist, then I would be happy to stay at your house.” Harry conceded.
Tracy smiled as she laid out some underwear and a couple of T-shirts. Harry helped her prepare an overnight bag.
After making Harry a sandwich, the two drove across town to Jim and Tracy’s house. The couple laughed and enjoyed the ride together. When Tracy turned onto her street and pulled into the driveway, Harry remarked that he was impressed with the house and the neighborhood.
“This is nice!” he said.
“Thank you! Jim is blessed to have a successful career. I am very fortunate.”
“Darlin,’ a woman like you should be treated like a queen. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Thanks, Harry! You are such a charmer!” Tracy teased.
They never spoke of the fact that Tracy was cheating on her husband, and that she had no intentions of going without Harry’s big, black cock.
Tracy showed Harry around her large, comfortable home and ended in the downstairs guest room.. A set of graceful French doors opened to the pool and deck area, Harry would have no issue getting to the pool on his own if he chose to swim without her.
“I’ll put your things in the chest of drawers. Are you feeling up for a swim?”
“I’m not a strong swimmer, Tracy. It’s been a very long time.” Harry was scratching his stomach looking out to the pool.
“That’s okay. We will stay in the shallow end. You need your therapy, don’t you?”
Tracy didn’t have to remind him. He’d been waiting for what seemed to be hours to get off. He was so turned on from this voluptuous white woman that he could barely stop himself from jacking off right then and there.
“Absolutely. My legs are stiff and my groin is really aching.” He responded.
“Here, let me help you out of these clothes.”
With that, Tracy removed his shirt and squatted down to slide his pants down. His cock sprang up and she instinctively grabbed it with her left hand and rubbed it while he was stepping out of his pants. Taking care of this giant dick was becoming second nature to her. Harry pushed his cock into her hands. ‘She is really getting’ the hang of this,’ he thought.
Tracy stripped off her clothes and became completely naked once again. Her pretty red pedicured toe nails and fingernails stood out against her pale white body. Harry’s dick was hard and his mouth was salivating.
She opened the door to the patio area and walked out to the wide steps to the large pool. Her breasts jiggled and swayed with her walk. She stepped in and guided Harry down the steps.
Once in the water she asked “Isn’t this wonderful?”
“The temperature is perfect.” Harry agreed.
Tracy swam off to the other side and Harry dunked his head under the water and watched Tracy frolic like some sort of sexy water nymph you might see in an adult cartoon.
Under the water, Harry’s beast was still fully erect and needing release.
He decided to get out of the pool to show Tracy the state he was in. Hopefully she will get the hint.
Harry slowly walked back up the stairs out of the water and made his way to the side of the pool where the depth was about three feet. He sat down on the edge and let his legs soak in the pool.
Tracy spared no time in making her way to where Harry was sitting. His arms were extended back holding his torso up which had the effect of pushing his already hard, foot-long cock out in front of his body, hanging just over the water.
It was a view that Tracy could not ignore, nor was it an opportunity that she could pass up.
“Harry! I forgot about your circulation therapy! I’m so sorry!” Tracy was now in waist high water standing in front of Harry’s giant penis. She moved in between his legs. She placed one hand around his cock and the other cradled his huge balls. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, her piercing blue eyes stared up at him. She looked at his cock with a lustful gaze and bit her lower lip.
Harry pushed his cock in an upward direction, closer to her face. She used water to lubricate his cock and started stroking it.
“You can’t use your hands today. My dick is getting sore from too many hand-jobs.” Harry was suggesting she use her mouth, but he wasn’t sure if she was ready to be his submissive slut just yet, so he refrained from commanding her to fuck him. Before he could continue, she climbed out of the pool and disappeared into the house. She returned with a bottle of baby oil.
“This should help.” She said, and jumped back into the pool.
Harry’s cock was pulsing he was so turned on. She opened the bottle and squirted oil all over his cock. Harry was desperate for her to get him off. His balls were aching from the teasing she gave him earlier that day and he needed to cum, but he wasn’t sure what she was about to do.
To his surprise she took her hands off of him and pointed the baby oil bottle toward her breasts. She looked down as she covered her luscious huge tits with the oil. She covered each of her hard, pink nipples and doused her cleavage between each full breast. Harry stroked his dick in anticipation taking in the sight of her oiled-up, huge breasts.
Then, in one movement, she scooped up each breast and trapped his black, hard-as-steel rod in between them. Her tits were big enough to totally surround his shaft, but his cock was so long that nearly half of it appeared through the top gap in her cleavage. She looked down and moved her body to the side to get her distance between herself and Harry just right. Then looked up at him.
“I saw this in a video not too long ago. I have never done this before.” Tracy confessed.
“You’re doing just fine. Now, take your hands and keep your breasts wrapped around my penis and move your body up and down like you do when you are helping me with my circulation.” Harry knew he wouldn’t last long with this. He felt the ultra-soft skin of her breasts completely envelop his cock. He felt the blood rush to the head as pressed into her forcefully.
Tracy took to tit-fucking like everything else she did with Harry. She was a natural. She never let go of her breasts as she used them to stroke the long, thick dick. Her body slowly moved up and down over his length. Harry shoved his cock into her tits every time she moved herself up his cock. All he could feel was the flesh of her soft, plump breasts engulf the head, then shaft of his cock. She was relentless. Stroking him with an increasing pace until she was moving fairly quickly up and down his dick. Harry sat up and used one hand to fondle her nipples and squeeze her breasts. The squishing sound her tits were making was the sexiest sound he had ever heard. Up and down she fucked him with her tits. His cock felt red-hot.
“God damn girl. Keep moving your breasts up and down.” Harry encouraged her as best he could. His cock felt completely smothered as he fucked her cleavage with hard, heavy thrusts.
She stopped the stroking motion to separate her breasts and slap his cock between them repeatedly…Harry responded by taking his cock in hand and slapping her tits with it causing more smacking noises. Tracy smashed her tits back together and used her hands to make a tight area of cleavage with her tits for Harry’s black dick to reside. She moved them quickly over the top six inches of cock rapidly. Harry couldn’t believe how sexy her moves were. He just shook his head and tried to hold off the immense pleasure she was causing him. The squishing noises, panting, and groans were all that could be heard in the outdoor patio area as Harry continued to pump his dick between Tracy’s tits.
Finally, he couldn’t take anymore stimulation. He began bucking his hips into Tracy’s breasts-smashing and twisting them with his enormous, throbbing cock. His cock felt hot and electrified. He grabbed her shoulders and pumped her chest against his tool repeatedly, then groaned very loudly as he began to erupt. The hot cum spurted up from his loin and began to erupt.
Tracy moved her mouth down and opened wide for her reward. Harry replaced Tracy’s hands with his own, grabbed each of her beautiful tits and fucked them hard and fast.
Tracy began to encourage him. “Come for me Harry! Give it to me Harry! Cum in my mouth!” Hearing her talk to him like that sent Harry over the edge.
“Fuck!” He screamed loudly as he blasted her mouth, lips, and chin with semen. One, two, three pulses of thick, sweet cum shot into her mouth. He continued to hold his cock within her warm cleavage like a vice. She then grabbed the top of his cock with her hands and milked the last drop of cum out of him, swallowing all that was in her mouth then smiling-looking into his eyes the entire time. She was proud of her work.
“Oh how I love the taste of your semen, Harry!” She said this as she looked into his eyes.
Harry caught his breath for a moment and then started laughing. His orgasm was so intense he felt like a young man once again. Tracy went off into the pool and was humming some song that he didn’t recognize.
He lowered himself into the pool and went under water. He realized that what he had with Tracy required very little effort on his part to maintain. She was not only willing to help him with his bullshit “condition,” but was also engaging him for her own sexual satisfaction. He shook his head and grinned. ‘It’s about damn time things start going my way.’ He thought.
After drying off, Tracy made them both a late dinner of steak and baked potatoes. After their meal, they reclined on patio furniture by the pool. Tracy had Harry’s feet in her lap and was rubbing baby oil into them. Harry was getting sleepy after finishing a glass of wine.
Tracy was hoping Harry needed her help again, but she had come to realize that he required several hours between “sessions.” She sighed a disappointed sigh and walked him into bed.
She cuddled up to him, spooning him from behind and fell asleep in her bathrobe.
Jim was in Atlanta to meet with an important client. At the end of his busy day, while in his hotel, he had tried to call Tracy, but she didn’t pick up. Assuming she had already gone to bed and couldn’t hear the phone, he decided to surf the Internet on his laptop.
He wanted to make love the last time he was with her and he felt a little “backed up” since he wasn’t able to. He was looking to masturbate and then go to sleep.
Jim entered a search phrase into his computer: BIG TITS. He clicked on several porn sites that had women with large breasts playing with themselves, fucking well-endowed men, playing with toys, etc. He clicked on one website and was presented with an image that sent a jolt through his body and produced an instantaneous erection.
The video screen-shot showed a young, busty blonde woman on her knees sucking a huge black penis. Jim’s heart rate increased as he moved the cursor and clicked on the video clip.
Loud cooing and slurping noises permeated the room from the video, as the blonde in the clip worked the huge black cock. She stroked it and sucked it, mouthed the huge organ until it shot cum onto her face and hair.
Jim came almost immediately. It was the most terrifying, yet immensely satisfying orgasm he had ever had. He realized that he had used the video image to fantasize about Tracy sucking a big, black cock. Harry’s cock. Why was that a turn on for him? He wondered.
He lay in his bed trying to figure out how and why his current train of sexual thoughts evolved as they did.
Jim spent the next two hours drinking from his mini-bar and jacking off to interracial porn. In every scene he imagined the blonde to be Tracy. He came three more times over the two-hour period. A record for the forty-six-year-old white man. He was both turned on and repulsed at the same time, and he didn’t have a clue as to why. All he knew was that he could not get the image of his lovely wife sucking black cock out of his head.
Tracy woke as Harry got up to use the restroom. She re-tied her bathrobe and went into the kitchen to make coffee. She was humming again. Harry smiled as he listened.
Tracy returned to the queen-sized guest bed with two cups of coffee, cream, and sugar on a small tray. Harry sat up.
“Good morning, Precious!” He said as he accepted the hot cup.
“Good morning, Harry! How are you feeling? Do you need me to work on you?”
Harry smiled a devilish grin. “Yes, I do, after I have my coffee, sweetheart.” This girl was unbelievable. He realized that she would probably have sex with him throughout each and every day if she could. Harry couldn’t wait to get things started with her.
Harry’s original plan actually paled in comparison to his current reality. He had no idea at the time how hooked on his big, black, dick Tracy would become. He had heard of such a thing, but never actually experienced it. He recalls one of his friends some time ago talking about some women being “freaks for big dick.” His friend said such women were somewhat rare, and if he were to ever find one, never let her go. Harry now realized that Tracy was just the sort of woman his friends were referring to. She was also showing signs of being a classic submissive. Harry was determined to find a way to her pussy and eventually, her ass.
Stroking, sucking, and tit-fucking could all be used to the desired effect of giving him relief from his “circulation problem.” The challenge was how was he to get her to begin using her pussy?
In the pool again. Harry was wading in water up to the middle of his chest, naked. Tracy had just brushed her teeth and was in a frisky mood. She felt like a teenager whose parents were out of town. She discarded her robe and jumped in the pool naked. She swam toward Harry.
Harry thought he would try a new approach.
“Don’t even try to use your hands on me Darlin.’ Even with the oil, my skin is getting irritated. In fact, it may be that my skin is getting a little irritated from the oil too.” Harry was making hand jobs off limits.
“I think I understand, Harry.” Tracy answered. She then thought to herself ‘I will only be able to use my mouth and breasts with Harry from now on…unless we have intercourse.’
Tracy knew exactly what was needed in order to better help Harry. She had already given the matter careful consideration earlier this morning when she woke up. Her hands and mouth were not able to cover enough of his penis at once. Using her breasts was better, but messy and awkward to do regularly. She had it in her mind to use intercourse as the next, logical step in his treatment. Subconsciously, she was still using Harry’s medical treatment as a rationale for her increasing need to be sexual with him. She wanted to fuck him and have regular vaginal orgasms as a result of his giant cock filling her pussy. She had now come to rely on his cock for all of her sexual needs.
Tracy moved closer. “Hold me, Harry. Lift me up in the water.”
Harry grabbed her at the waist and pulled her toward him. Tracy moved closer to him, twisted in his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and straddled him. They were now up to Tracy’s chest in the water. She knew Harry wouldn’t mind. He seemed to be alluding to having vaginal sex with her anyway.
Harry’s dick was angled straight toward her pussy. He could feel her labia barely brushing against his head. Harry felt chills run down his spine. She adjusted her hold so that her arms were around his neck. Her legs crossed around at his back. She was inches from his face. Staring at him with wanton eyes. She kissed the old man’s mouth deeply. Harry was shocked. It had been decades since he kissed another woman passionately. He forgot how stimulating it was. He tried his best to keep up. Her soft and slippery tongue wrapped around his over and over. He used his tongue to fuck her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his tongue and sucked it like it was a cock. Harry was delirious with lust for this hot white woman.
He continued to enjoy her hot, wet kiss as saliva mixed and oozed out of their mouths. Harry tried to penetrate her hot pussy by moving his hips up to meet hers, but her grip on his waist was too strong to break. The only way he was going to fuck her in this position would be if she lowered herself down onto him.
Harry let his hands wander to her heavy breasts and tweaked and pulled her nipples teasing her and causing her to break off her kiss to let out a gasp. Her tits felt luxurious in his hands. He had lived his entire life without knowing such perfect breasts. He was glad they were his now.
Had anyone seen the two in the pool they would immediately wonder what sort of spell this old, worn out black man had on such a young-looking, curvaceous, sexy woman. The two could not have looked more mismatched together, but further examination would reveal the sexual passion that they had for each other. It was obvious they were both turned on.
Tracy was responding to her primal urges. She hadn’t consciously thought about her now sexual relationship with Harry, but on the subconscious level, she was obsessed with Harry and his gigantic cock and she wanted to start fucking him regularly. Whether she admitted it or not, it was basically the only thing she thought about anymore. She was a submissive and she had found a worthy object of worship: Harry’s long, thick, black cock.
Tracy looked into Harry’s eyes and continued kissing him. Licking his lips and pressing her tits against his chest. Harry’s grip moved to her ass. Each hand getting a firm grip on each cheek. He began slowly rocking her up and down using the water to counter her weight. He felt her ease her grip around his waist. His cock made progress toward her pussy. He felt his enormous head separate her lips. He slowly moved her higher, away from him and let gravity pull her down under the water. Tracy felt her lips widen and separate. Harry’s dick had never been more ready to fuck a woman. He felt the hot, wet lips part and begin to work their way around his thick girth.
“Oh…God!” There was trembling and apprehension in Tracy’s voice. She was about to be penetrated by the magnificent monster that had totally consumed her life since she first set eyes on it only about one week ago. Her husband had been the only thing inside her pussy all these years. Tracy didn’t even use a vibrator. Needless to say, her pussy would be tight, very tight, for Harry.
Tracy’s body slowly lowered onto Harry’s head. Two inches, then three…she relaxed and allowed her lips to expand, her warm pussy seemed to suck the giant cock in. Four inches. She had never been so full and he wasn’t even half way inside her yet.
Harry had to do all he could to not slam her body onto his black pole. He wanted to fuck her fast and hard, but he also enjoyed her reactions, and the feeling that he was the first to stretch her, the first to fill her up completely. That feeling was priceless. He relished the tight, hot feel of her slippery pussy as she slowly fell upon him in the pool.
“Oh! Oh! Harry!” She closed her eyes and allowed herself to continue to slowly slide down the thick, black shaft. His cock was almost half way inside her. She lifted back up a few inches and allowed her vaginal walls to adjust to his width. She lowered herself again, this time faster and deeper. She stopped and allowed her body to adjust to the rock-hard intruder.
Harry knew enough about the size of his dick to realize that women needed some time to adjust. He also knew that due to their anatomy, some women simply couldn’t handle intercourse with him. Most women, no matter what they were used to, needed a slow entry. Tracy was no exception. She was as tight as any woman he had ever experienced, but she was able to handle more and more, and soon, he could feel that she could most likely handle about nine of his twelve and a half inches.
It had been a long, long time since he had actually fucked a woman, and he had never fucked a woman as beautiful or as desirable as Tracy. He felt her hot pussy accept him, he was finally deep inside Tracy. Now he would wait until she was stretched enough to handle his fucking.
As Tracy lowered herself completely upon his massive cock, their eyes locked in an intense stare. Harry filled her up as she had never been filled before. She thought ‘now I feel complete as a woman!’ Harry’s cock was fully erect and Tracy could feel its heat and the pulse of his rapidly beating heart pounding through the veins in his penis into her pussy. It also occurred to her that she was fucking her first black man, which helped to increase her wetness.
Harry felt her body heat and her pulse seemed to beat with his own. He had her ass in his hands and was about to begin lifting her body up and thrusting deep inside her with each downward motion.
“Uh…oh…OH!” Tracy shook violently in a sudden orgasm. She had cum simply by being filled with his cock. She hadn’t even begun moving yet. Harry moved her torso on his cock which served to extend her moaning and prolonged her pleasure. He was working himself even deeper into her womb.
He then lifted her up in the water and began slowly impaling her upon his iron-hard cock. Lifting her up by her ass cheeks under the water and slamming her as fast as the friction from the pool would allow. Fucking had never felt so good to Harry. This blew away all other experiences.
Tracy was accepting more than nine inches of his member with every slow, hard stroke and loved it. She began another orgasm. Her nails dug into his back and she gently bit his shoulder, letting out another scream. “Aaahhh! Fuck!” Harry felt her wetness as she came again, his cock pushing into her at her climax.
Harry relentlessly lifted her up and down in the pool and continued to fuck her forcefully through orgasm after orgasm, her energy decreasing after each climax. Harry felt like a real man again. Fucking the life out of this hot, white bitch. He couldn’t get enough. He watched her tits shake, her eyes roll back, her head rest on his shoulders. He continued to pump her with his thick, hard, piece of meat.
After several intense orgasms, Tracy began to become weak and Harry felt her body becoming more and more limp. They had been fucking in the pool for about 30 minutes and Harry was nearing his own climax.
In need of an orgasm himself, Harry grabbed Tracy’s tits. He kneaded them and smashed them together. Her arms still wrapped around his neck, she held her body in position as he fucked her. With his hands mauling her breasts and squeezing her erect nipples, it took Harry only a few minutes more before he would flood her pussy with his cum. He felt her pussy suck his cock deep into her body. The searing hot buildup of cum inside his balls began to work its way up his long shaft. She could feel the hot fluid being emptied into her and flushed out into the pool with the final strokes of his glorious cock.
“Oh…damn…Tracy!” Harry shouted as he finally emptied himself into her.
Tracy gave Harry a short kiss and climbed off of him, exhausted. The two sank down to their necks in the water and slowly made their way to the steps. Totally spent.
Harry got out, dried off and lay down for a nap in the guest room. ‘We’re finally fucking!’ he thought as he fell asleep.
Jim returned from a breakfast meeting and rushed straight up to his hotel room. He stripped off his clothes and jumped on the bed with his laptop.
Over the next three hours he scoured the Web for anything that had to do with interracial porn. He discovered a lot about his recent discovery. There were people out there who called themselves “cuckolds.” They were men who derived sexual pleasure from their wives’ infidelity. Most stories he read also had the men taking part in the cuckolding in some way. He found many different forms of cuckold and open marriage situations. He was fascinated by this and felt that he had finally discovered what was happening to him. He was seriously getting off on the idea of being cuckolded by his wife.
As his search continued, he signed up for various websites, chatrooms, and message boards. He even thought of realistic scenarios where Tracy could hook up with a hung black male while he watched, recorded, and masturbated off to the side.
He knew that it would be very difficult to talk to Tracy about his discovery. He wasn’t sure how she would take it. She was such a decent and grounded woman. For now, he was content masturbating to his new sexual focus.
At home, Tracy was taking a shower and contemplating how to handle Harry and his needs. She had mixed feelings about having intercourse with him. She was helping him, true, but she also felt a little guilty that she was using him for his penis. The truth was she was obsessed with his giant black cock and would do anything to keep it around, and inside her, all the time. She found herself thinking about it more often than not and also thought back to the video she saw at his home.
She decided to get dressed and take a trip to his house while he took a nap. She had some research to do.
Tracy arrived at Harry’s house, let herself in, and got on to his computer. She immediately began viewing his porn videos from the file on his hard drive.
Video after video of white women, as well as a few black, being used by well-endowed black men. A couple of the men had penises almost as big as Harry’s. After watching about twenty, she found that she especially liked to watch videos where a white woman was servicing more than one black penis at a time. One in particular had three black men with enormous penises surrounding a blonde with big breasts. She was taking turns sucking each one and they later penetrated her pussy, mouth and even ass at the same time.
Tracy had her hand under her shorts and was playing with herself. She came twice in just a few minutes watching this video alone. She closed the files and shut down the computer before she left for home.
When she pulled into the drive, she hoped Harry would be awake from his nap.
“Harry?” Tracy made her way to the bedroom.
“Hey baby.” He was sitting up in bed. He had just woken up.
“I need to talk to you about something.” She kicked her shoes off and sat on the bed.
“Of course. What’s on your mind?”
“You know, since I’ve been helping you for about a week now, I have become very much attracted to you and your…thing.
“My dick. Call it something besides ‘thing’ Darlin.”
“Ok, penis.” Tracy was too uncomfortable calling it anything but a penis for now.
Harry smiled, then responded: “Yes, I got that vibe from you this morning.”
Tracy blushed. “I was wondering if it would be possible for you to have an erection more than just once per day? I’m totally sore right now, but I would still want more contact during the day.”
“Damn. Tracy, if we had only met twenty years ago. You would not have been able to keep me off of you! I’m afraid, that about once a day is all I can do at this point. Even with Viagra, I’m still an old man. There may be times when we can go again, but my recovery time is nothing like it used to be. It really kills me to have to admit that!”
Tracy pouted. Her head looking down. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“What about Jim? You’re married, you know.” Harry reminded her.
“Jim has never satisfied me. I have orgasms, but they are not great. Especially not now, not compared to those I have with you. Besides, how can I go back to his tiny penis after yours? It’s not his fault, but there’s just no way. Do you know that his penis is about as big as my index finger? You have ruined me for him!”
Harry held back a very strong urge to smile widely. He then had a thought, maybe he could get some help with Tracy, and for Tracy. He had to think it through. He did realize that she had undergone some sort of profound change. Her sexuality had awakened and she had developed a taste for big dick. Harry felt totally responsible. He also felt a little embarrassed that he couldn’t keep up with her.
“Well, little darling,’ let’s see what I can do. I will try my best to take care of you.”
He decided to get up and get his things together. He would need to leave since Jim was coming back tonight. Tracy was busy cleaning up.
Tracy came back downstairs after straightening up the house and saw he was packing his things.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Her hands on her hips in a now familiar pose.
“I’m getting ready to go back home.” Harry shrugged. He also wanted to get in touch with a few of his friends he hadn’t seen in a while. Tracy pouted, but knew it did her no good to complain.
Tracy drove Harry home despite the fact that she really wanted him to stay longer. They kissed goodbye and she went back to her house to fix a late supper for Jim who would be home in about an hour.
Later that evening-
“Tracy? I’m home!” Jim came through the door in a better mood than when he had left her.
The couple kissed briefly and Tracy went back into the kitchen.
Jim unpacked and joined her.
“So, how’s Harry?” He asked.
“How’s Harry? Why do you ask? He’s fine.” Tracy was a little defensive in her response and gave Jim a puzzled look.
“I’m concerned about him, that’s all. Can’t I ask about your new patient? Would you rather I said nothing at all?” Jim was a little put off by her attitude.
“No, I’m sorry. I helped him today, in fact, I drove him over here and he used the pool for his therapy.”
“He did, huh? That’s a great idea! You should do that more often!” Jim sounded excited at the idea.
Tracy’s suspicions grew. “Why so enthusiastic, Jim?”
“No reason. I just think that what you’re doing for him is very admirable. I would like it if he came over here and used the pool on a regular basis.”
Jim was already erect just thinking about his beautiful wife spending time with a black man. He had done so much reading and masturbating thinking about Tracy having sex with a black man that he couldn’t wait to see them in the same space together…even if they weren’t having sex, he would still be able to get off at the sight.
“I’m taking tomorrow off since I’ve been out of town. Let’s plan to have Harry over in the afternoon so he can use the pool.” Tracy had never seen Jim like this. He was very happy about something. It couldn’t be about Harry, but yet, that’s exactly what seemed to put him in a good mood.
“That would be nice, Jim. I will let Harry know.”
Tracy and Jim had a nice dinner. Jim was engaging and pleasant. Tracy hoped whatever had happened to her husband on his business trip was going to stick.
Jim was in bed on his laptop and Tracy was washing her face and getting ready for bed.
She turned down the sheets on her side and slid in under them. She happened to glance at Jim’s computer and thought she saw porn.
“What are you looking at?” She asked.
“Just the news.” He minimized the screen and had a news website up. Jim was thinking that he should not reveal his fantasy to Tracy anytime soon. He would be less likely to arrange opportunities for Tracy to spend time with black men if he told her about his new found desire. She would always be suspicious of his motives.
Tracy settled in to sleep and Jim jacked off in the bathroom to one of his new favorite porn sites.
The next morning, Jim is up cooking Tracy breakfast.
“What is this?” Tracy asked truly shocked.
“I missed you and I am making you some bacon and eggs. I figured you’ll have your hands full with Harry today and could use a break this morning.”
“That’s…thoughtful.” She wasn’t sure what she was going to do with both Harry and Jim in the same house together. She may have to keep the therapy session PG rated.
“I’m going to go shopping for a bit. I should be back in a couple of hours.” Jim opened the front door and stuck his head back in. “There’s a huge package out here, Tracy.”
Tracy discovered the long, wide box that was in the front porch area and lugged it in.
She recognized the name on the box. It was the massage table she ordered last week.
“This will give us something to do today. “I can give Harry a massage.” She said aloud.
Jim headed for the mall where he bought a few outfits for his wife. Spaghetti string bathing suits, tight T-shirts, booty shorts, mini-skirts…slut clothes for Tracy. Hopefully, should would wear them around the house when Harry was visiting.
He also purchased a couple of Speedo bathing suits for Harry…and a remote camera that allowed him to receive a live, color feed to his laptop.
Harry was on the phone when Tracy called to ask him over again.
“Harry? It’s Tracy. How are you feeling?
“I’m hangin’ in there, Darlin.”
“Would you like to come over today?” Jim is home, but he is asking that you and I continue our therapy at our house.”
“Isn’t that a little unusual?” Harry asked.
“Well, he’s in a really good mood. It would be good for him to see us at home. It may make it easier for us to be together in the future.”
“Okay. You got a point there. You can pick me up in an hour or so.”
Harry clicked over and returned to his other call.
“Roger, you have no idea. She is the hottest piece of ass you will ever, ever see.” Harry had been on the phone calling a couple of his buddies. It’s the first time he told anyone about Tracy.
“Harry, I’m just going to have see this for myself. It’s not that I don’t believe you…ah hell. I don’t believe you!” He laughed.
“Alright, alright. Fair enough. Why don’t you stop by and see for yourself?”
Harry and his friend Roger ended their call. Roger was on his way over to see Tracy for himself when she came to pick Harry up later that day.
Roger and Harry go back about forty years. Roger was a hard-drinking womanizer who had been married and divorced three times. Now in his mid-seventies, he had calmed down a good deal, but still enjoyed a hooker every now and then. He was the first friend Harry wanted to brag to. Mostly because he would be the one who would want a piece of Tracy without a second’s thought.
Jim came home and laid out the several risqué outfits that he had purchased for Tracy on their bed.
“Honey? Come up here and check out the fun clothes I bought you!”
Tracy looked over the shirts. A few were far too small for her DD breasts, but they stretched. A couple others were more her size but cut very low. Jim bought her three pairs of shorts that could only be described as booty shorts or what were once called hot pants. Three short skirts completed the articles she looked over.
“What is with these?” Tracy held up a pair of the booty shorts as an example.
“While I was away, I was thinking about what a great body you have and I thought I would encourage you to show it off a little more around the house.” Jim was blushing. He had never really bought his wife lingerie before. She always bought her own clothes. Now he was buying it to be worn for another man.
Tracy’s first reaction was to be embarrassed and offended. After a second inspection, she thought of Harry. ‘Yes, Harry would like these. And since Jim bought them for me, I can wear them when Harry is over here. If Harry sees me in these clothes, it may help with his therapy, and keep him harder for longer and more frequently.’ She thought to herself.
Tracy walked over and kissed Jim on the cheek.
“Thank you, Sweetie. I will make good use of these.” Tracy took them into her closet and closed the door.
Jim was about to suggest she wear one outfit when Harry was over, but thought better of it. He needed to lay low and see what happened. He took the instructions for the camera out and went downstairs to read them. He had purposely hidden the camera purchase. No need for Tracy to know about that.
Tracy put on an orange shirt from the clothes Jim had bought. It was a super-tight fitting, short sleeved T-shirt with thin, stretchy material. She picked out a pair of white booty shorts with it next, then complimented the outfit with a pair of white, four inch sandals that accentuated her perfect toes.
Her large, heavy breasts were barely held up by the thin fabric. Her nipples were visible through the sheer material. She could see her pussy lips in the form of a camel toe under her shorts and turning around revealed a crack was created straight up her ass. She had ass cheek showing. She looked very slutty.
“Oh my goodness!” She got a little wet imagining what Harry would think as she examined herself in the mirror.
She topped it all off with a new coat of ruby-red nail polish on her fingers and toes. As she waited for the polish to dry, she searched her closet for a summer beach wrap she could wear to tone down her outfit a little. She wasn’t comfortable dressing like some kind of twenty-year-old slut, but she had to admit, she felt hot in her new outfit!
Once her nail polish was dry, she put on her thin beach wrap, said good bye to Jim, who was reading by the pool, and headed out the door for Harry’s house.
Tracy felt sexy. Very sexy. Sexier than she had ever felt in her lifetime. She was excited to be able to surprise Harry with her new outfit, and felt justified in wearing it as it was given to her by her husband. She felt that her dressing in this way will help Harry, and in turn, help her too. She was wet with anticipation.
She quickly parked her car and made her way to Harry’s door. She took off her wrap and stood feeling very exposed and hot waiting for him to answer. Her tits jutted out and ached for attention. She rang the bell. After a few moments the door opened.
“Harry?” It wasn’t Harry, but another black man.
Tracy looked at another seventy-something man staring her up and down. He was only about 5’6″ or 5’7″ at the most. He was gray and balding with a moustache and was a little over weight. It was Harry’s friend, Roger.
“Hot damn! Well look at this here!” Roger smiled. He took Tracy’s hand and kissed it, simultaneously inhaling her scent deeply. “My name is Roger. I’m a longtime friend of Harry. You must be Tracy.”
“Hi, Roger. Yes, I am Tracy.” She smiled and blushed as he was still holding her hand.
Roger guided Tracy into Harry’s house and led her to the couch where he sat her down. Harry came out from the kitchen.
“Hello Darlin.’ I see you’ve met Roger.” Harry smiled as he sat to Tracy’s left on the couch.
“Harry, you never told me how beautiful this young friend of yours was! She is like a super model, only even sexier.” Roger was really laying on the charm. He had sat himself down to Tracy’s right and was caressing her bare arm and blatantly staring at her tits.
“Thank you, Roger! How sweet of you!” Tracy felt her nipples harden and her pussy was so wet it was beginning to soak her shorts.
Tracy leaned back into the couch and looked over to Harry. “Are you ready to come over and use the pool? Roger is welcome to come with us if he’d like.”
“What’s this about a pool?” Roger questioned.
“That sounds nice, baby, but maybe a little later. I can barely walk as it is and I won’t be able to get to your house until I get some circulation back into my legs.”
“Well, I would be happy to help you, Harry.” Tracy offered.
“Let’s go into my room.” Harry led Tracy into his bedroom.
Tracy knew Harry was due for some therapy, but didn’t expect that he would have a friend over while he received it. Tracy was relieved to see that Roger was staying in the living room as she and Harry went to the bedroom. She heard the TV turn on as she closed the bedroom door.
Tracy wasted no time. She removed her clothes and laid Harry out on the bed. She got between his legs and started mouthing and licking his balls. She decided the best approach in this situation was a blow job, despite the fact that Harry complained about his legs. Tracy’s solution to all of Harry’s problems seemed to involve his big dick these days.
His cock was slowly beginning to stand at attention as Tracy sucked each of his balls one after the other. Loud sucking and kissing noises emanated from her service. She used her hands to pull them out in their sack and spent a good deal of time licking and making them wet from her drool. She kept one in her mouth as she reached her hand up and began jacking his enormous shaft.
“That’s right pretty girl. Suck on those balls. Keep me nice and hard.” Harry said. He loved the feel of her hot mouth o his balls. It felt so nasty.
Tracy licked the length of his cock from its base up to his head and left a wet trail of spit to help lubricate him.
Tracy was noisily sucking on Harry’s enormous balls and moaning as she did it. She worked her way to his cock and began licking and salivating on his swollen head.
“Mmm. Daddy.” She cooed.
“That’s right, baby. Suck that black dick good.”
The two were enjoying themselves far too much for any required or beneficial therapy to be taking place. In fact, Tracy was a very noisy lover when it came to Harry.
As her sloppy blowjob commenced, she noticed the bedroom door was open a crack. It was something she only sensed as she held his cock head captive in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked down the excess spit that she was generating. Both of her hands were busy stroking Harry while she focused on his head.
“Mmmmm.” She moaned over and again. Now moving from his head to his thick, hard shaft, she was wrapping her lips on the side of his cock and rubbed his head with her hand. She moved her mouth back up to his head and began fucking his dick with her mouth. Smacking, wet sounds echoed in the bedroom as she allowed about six inches of cock to expand her hungry mouth and throat. Harry was pushing his obscenely large dick into her mouth as she slid it down over him. She was becoming his cocksucker. Her paced quickened as she heard Harry moan loudly.
In her peripheral she saw the door that was once cracked open, now standing about halfway open. Just outside it was Roger. His pants were down to his knees and he was stroking a huge, fat, ugly, black cock. He was looking right at her. Harry had told him to do just that, but not to join in this first time. Harry was getting off on the fact that his buddy was watching this intense blow job play out.
Rather than become disgusted and stop, Tracy felt overwhelmed with desire. Her pussy was gushing-her moaning increased, as did the amount of meat she was swallowing. Her eyes moved back and forth between Roger and Harry. She kept bobbing her head up and down as Harry continued fucking her face. She was giving both men quite a show.
She stared at Roger for several moments and looked down at his fat cock. It wasn’t as long as Harry’s, maybe nine inches or so, but it was fat and beefy looking. She stared at it until she saw the pace of Roger’s fist quicken and his thick, white cum drip off his cock, oozing out and into Roger’s handkerchief-covered hand. Harry was pumping his hips up into Tracy’s mouth and began shooting into it. Tracy sucked the cum out of his dick until she could taste no more. Not a drop was wasted.
Tracy rolled over on her back and caught her breath. After a few minutes, she put the partially deflated penis into her mouth and while she rolled her tongue around it, chewing gently on the meat, she had an incredible orgasm. Panting, huffing, moaning and squirming. Once finished, she curled up next to Harry.
She eventually asked “Did that help?”
“Oh, you know it did, Tracy. You are getting very good at sucking my dick. I’m going to need you around every day.”
“Of course, Harry! I will do whatever you want. I couldn’t imagine a day without helping you to feel better.”
Tracy was easing into a fully submissive role with Harry and loved it.
In fact, Harry’s cock is all she thought about anyway. Wearing sexy clothes for Harry to make it easier for him to get relief, was also a turn on for Tracy. She wanted to please Harry in every way. She wanted to be his slut. She began fantasizing about spending the entire day with him naked as he walked around the house with his giant cock dangling and wobbling as he moved around. She would have access to it whenever she wanted, and she wanted it all the time. She also thought less and less of helping Harry with his circulation and more and more about being his sexual possession.
“Why don’t you put your clothes back on and we can go swim for a bit.” Harry suggested.
Tracy slid her white booty shorts back on and pulled the ridiculously thin orange top on and helped Harry up.
“I like that style on you, Tracy. I want to see you dressed like that all the time. Like my personal slut. Understand?”
Harry looked her up and down and licked his lips. Tracy almost came again after hearing Harry’s demanding voice and for the first time calling her his “slut.” She smiled as he reached out for her breasts and gently twisted her sensitive nipples covered in the sheer fabric.
“Yes. I understand. I will dress sexy for you always.” She responded.
Tracy went out to the living room and discovered that Roger must have gone home. She was a little disappointed. She wanted to get to know him better, especially after seeing his big cock and watching him jack off. She realized that seeing him jacking off triggered her intense orgasm.
“What is going on with your husband? Did he actually say that he wanted me to come over and use the pool?” They were in the car headed back over to Tracy and Jim’s place, Harry was a little confused as to why Jim would be so interested in having Harry over.
“Yes, he did. I think he is trying to support my interests. He has been acting funny lately. If he knew how big your penis was, he would probably get extremely depressed. He’s so, so small, Harry. It’s just not right.”
“A sexy lady like you shouldn’t have to put up with a tiny dick like that. It just ain’t right.”
Harry was shaking his head.
“I know. I can’t go back to that, Harry. I don’t want to divorce him, but he can’t satisfy me anymore.”
“Once you have big dick…you know. Nothing else will work.”