A Hot Night for Houston - Sex Stories

A Hot Night for Houston

... was going to shake apart. Her orgasm was so intense that it almost looked as if she were in pain. "SHIT!" The black man yelled, and his already bulging muscles inflated even more, stretching his smooth, dark skin out like the surface of a drum. He held Dallas down and roared, bashing his groin deep into Dallas' battered pussy, and Houston could hear the man's heavy testicles slapping against his mother's ass. The black man squeezed Dallas' chest until the soft flesh oozed around his fingers, and Dallas whimpered with fear of her breasts popping like big water-balloons. The stud let go though, and he pulled out, his cock erupting with a big wet explosion, and her stumbled into a squatting position over Dallas's chest. Houston nearly cried at the sight of the beast's penis. It was even bigger than Antonio's, and easily as thick as one of his skinny forearms. Houston wasn't surprised that it was big (Dallas was an outspoken 'size-queen') but he was still shocked at the utter scope of that ebony leviathan. The black man stroked his cock as if her were pumping shells into a shotgun, and blasting piping hot mouthfuls of cum all over Dallas's face and chest, frosting her sweaty breasts like fat cinnamon-rolls. Dallas leaned up, and after taking one shot in her eye, got her mouth around the spewing dragon, and eagerly gulped down as much of the sticky snack as she could, but much of it still poured down her chin. "Damn baby," the black man said, huffing for air. "You really are the ...

... best. You ever think about getting back in the industry?" Dallas licked her lips and smiled. "No. Fucking on film was fun when I was in my twenties, but now I just fuck for fun." "Well, we have to do this again," the stud said while picking up his clothes. "Abso-fucking-lutely," Dallas moaned in her raspy voice, and collapsed into wet heap on the bed. Just as the black pornstar was leaving the house (and coming within five feet of Houston's hiding spot) Houston was about ten second away from popping off another little orgasm. He was kneeling in the dirt in front of his mother's window, behind a hedge, flipping his little bean feverishly. There was no way he'd be able to move again until after he came. "What the fucked are you doing, you little shit?" Houston gasped and looked up. His mother was leaning out of the window, looking down at him like she had discovered fresh dog crap underneath her shoe, her massive tits spilling out over the windowsill. "I . . . I . . . I," Houston stammered. He stood up, which brought his erect little penis about level to his mother's heaving breasts. That was a mistake. THUD! Dallas punched her son right in his coin-purse and nearly knocked his balls back up into his body. Houston fell to the ground, rolled into a ball, and nearly passed out # When Houston's sense fully returned he realized he was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, naked and slightly covered in dirt. His mother and sister Odessa were standing over him, looking down at him ...