Michele's Dark Desire - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire

... her firm, crinkled ring under my tongue made me tremble. I reveled in her gasps and tremors as she had never even let me touch her there before. I licked her up and down until she was grinding that sweet mound in my face, close to release. I pulled back and she groaned. Then I rubbed the phallus on her tummy, then her inner thighs, then all around her pussy. Her eyes had left mine completely, and she was fixated on it. It was time. I kissed the entrance to Michele's womb with the dark head. It was then that I realized I had forgotten the small bottle of lubrication that came with it. She was so wet I decided to continue without interruption. I gently stroked her lips up and down as they opened like a flower, then applied pressure, softly meeting resistance. Michelle was breathing out of control, staring wide-eyed as it barely budged. But with each gentle though firm push it sank a little deeper, penetrating a little further than each previous thrust. Both of us watched intently; the contrast between her smooth, pink labia and the dark, veiny phallus was intense. I watched her watch it, gasping, her mouth open, her brow furrowed. "Unnnngh...unnnnngh..." she whimpered. She bit her lip, her head shaking back and forth nervously. "Do you want it, Michelle?" I asked. "Oh God! Please give to to me!" she responded breathlessly. "What do you want?" I continued. "Please! I want it inside of me... deeper!" It slid deeper and deeper, her wet, golden hair swirling on its surface. And I ...

... then witnessed something wonderful. Michele was stretched obscenely, her labia clinging tightly to the penetrating darkness. Embracing it. It filled her almost completely between her anus and clit, so that as it penetrated it threatened to pull her anus in with it. Her clit was rock hard, coral pink, and between it and her stretched labia was a small, pink, concave membrane where I could see the slit of her urethra. As I pushed it in, slowly, my eyes less than a foot away, I could see a perfect droplet of pearly fluid ooze from the slit, which would then drip down the membrane to the shaft. As I moved it in and out more droplets would appear and drip down, until the dark, veiny shaft was coated with thick, viscous strands of her pearly cream. "Oh God... yes!" she cried. "It feels so good! So good!" "Say it, baby! Surrender to it..." I insisted. Michele was delirious with pleasure, gasping and whimpering, her eyes fluttering but never straying more than a second from the hard darkness that had taken over her mind. She glistened with perspiration, her tummy clenching violently, her creamy pussy slurping and queefing on the conquering black shaft. "Say it, Michele!" I cried. "I want black cock!" she wailed. "Pleeaaase! God, Oh God, fuck me!" She was having multiple orgasms. Finally she exploded with such intensity it scared me. Shaking and sobbing she put her head back on the pillows. We were both trembling as I slowly pulled the phallus out. It exited with a wet slurp, Michele's ...