Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... head into the pillow, arching her back further, offering herself to her dark master. He rubbed his shaft all over her thighs and bottom. She had yet to see his cock, but I could feel her tremble in anticipation. He wiped the dark head up and down in her steaming slit until it glistened with their juices, then dragged it over her tight anus and cheeks as she shook uncontrollably. Finally he pulled her arms so that her hand left mine, taking her wrists and holding them firmly against the small of her back. He then pressed the head of his cock against her opening. Again Michele looked at me with a sadness as if saying "goodbye"...and he took her. With just a slight clench of his buttocks Derek began to penetrate my wife. Barely at first, her tight, pink flesh offering token resistance before slowly giving way. She gasped loudly, her mouth open, taking in as much air as possible. The intense look on her face melted into one of ecstasy and relief as his head entered, though much, much more was to come. Derek's cock got thicker behind the head, then continued to grow in girth to its base, knurled with veins until it reached his dark, short, rough pubic hair. I could see Michele's pinkness stretching as she gripped him. She was moaning and whimpering as it worked its way in, biting her lower lip. After a minute or two he had about three inches in and I could hear her panting, faster and faster. Then, as before with the 'Mandingo', she began to cream, secreting heavy lubrication ...

... onto his dark shaft. "You're creaming on me! So beautiful and sexy, baby..." Derek gasped, his eyes wide with excitement. She was freely coating him with her lubricant, naturally aiding deeper penetration. It accumulated on her anus as she again heaved in orgasm, convulsing. Before long Derek was into her as far as he would go, leaving two to three inches. I knew he was at rock bottom, having completely filled her, his dark head softly kissing her cervix. His motions were like a dance behind her rather thrusts, slowly increasing in energy until every rhythmic stroke took her breath away. Again I crawled up to her face and what I saw was almost too much to bear: the look on her face was so intense, so enrapt with ectasy as she gripped the pillow. She was gently sobbing, tears on her cheeks, lips quivering. "Do you want to stop?" I asked frantically, my heart in my throat. "No! I'm so sorry..I..I..love you," was her delirious reply. She came again. Hard. This wasn't lovemaking, it wasn't even fucking. It was pure sex. It was breeding. His big cock was slamming into her now, pummeling her insides. Derek was sweaty as he worked her hot body. Holding her right wrist with one massive hand, he wrapped his left hand in her hair and firmly pulled her head back. "You love it, baby? You love black cock?" he asked. "Yesss....I...love..it!" she stammered in reply. "Is this the best thing you ever had, baby?" he continued. "Yesss...it's so good! Sooo good..." she affirmed. "Better than your ...