A Man Of Color - Sex Stories

A Man Of Color

... before. “Ooooooh,” I moaned as more contractions ratcheted up the scale. Even the slightest movement on my part was incredibly arousing. My mind began to swirl as the carnal nature of my body rose, and I could barely think. “I’m going to come,” was all I could say to him. Reaching the point of no return, I felt the need to hug him tightly, to hang onto him for dear life. My arms coiled around his shoulders and my fingernails dug into his dark brown flesh. My ankles hooked his calves. So aware that I was going over the top I cried out with urgent emotion, “Berry, I’m cuuuummmming!” It started in the pit of my stomach, the heave, my belly tightening. I couldn’t breathe at that moment as the undulating waves rolled through my pussy. My body trembled and shook. The veins in my neck felt like they were about to burst as my cries, “Ooh, Ooh, Ooh yes, Ooh yes, Ooh yes, yes, yeassssss,” filled the room. My hot juicy cunt squeezed strongly around the girth of his cock, squeezing, squeezing, and squeezing again. The waves carried on, eventually diminishing in strength, but it turned out to be the longest and most powerful orgasm I had ever had. It was truly amazing! Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly I relaxed, and came back to the awareness of where I was, aware that my husband was sitting close by watching this amazing moment unfold. I heard the sound of the air conditioner whirring. I felt Berry’s weight on me and parts of our bodies that were sticky with sweat. I caressed his back ...

... limply and I kissed his ear tenderly. “Are you alright?” he asked, softly. “Yes, I’ve never been better,” I answered dreamily. “Good. Now turn over,” Berry instructed as he pulled his lengthy organ from the tight clutch of my pussy. He looked on, along with my husband, as I turned over on my hands and knees in the doggy position, my ass facing them, the gaping hole of my pussy proving where his cock had been. I waited as Berry adjusted his position behind me, then guided his cock between the lips of my pussy and pushed in. It was a smooth, slick entry which felt very good to me. Now stretched, I gave no resistance at all and he didn’t stop until he was fully inside me once again. Berry’s large black hands manhandled my hips as he pulled me back against him and began fucking me. The first dozen or more strokes came slow, pulling almost completely out. And each time in, he never stopped until he was buried in me to the hilt. Even when he hit my cervix, he continued pushing in with force. Sometimes I felt myself cringing forward to escape the thrust, but his hands held fast to my hips. But in a while I relaxed and took his thrusts smoothly in and out of me. He began fucking me for his own pleasure, the way he wanted to take me, to hurt me even as he fucked me like they do in porn movies, hard, fast and deep. I stayed quiet for a while, but I was gritting my teeth and frowning with the effort of not crying out in pain. However, the pain did pass, and I let out a loud gasp and began ...