My Black Neighbor
(M/F, ir, size, cheat, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
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My husband and I had moved into town and had picked this new apartment complex to live in until we could find a place of our own. It would take a lot of research to find one of the better neighborhoods as my husband was now becoming established in a well paying job so we would be able to afford a nicer home than the one we just moved out of. My husband is 26 and I'm 19-years old and have been married for a year. Our marriage had been great and although we did not have any children, it did not seem to bother either one of us as we wanted to establish our careers first before settling down and raising a family. This was one of the reasons for the move. We both decided that it was about time for us to have our children. We ultimately wanted a boy and girl, but would be happy with any combination that we would be blessed with. I had stopped taking birth control prior to our move. The neighbors in the apartment complex were wonderful. We were both reluctant to move into such housing because we liked our privacy and knew that apartments are hotbeds of neighbor discontent due to parties and loud noises. On the other hand, this apartment was quiet and all of the neighbors seemed to be older and more mature. The place was great for us to temporarily stay in. One of the neighbors, this story is about him, is a black man named Nathan, who lived next door to us.

Nathan was a man that had a good paying job and was divorced for about three years. He was 25-years old and was quiet. Nathan was 6'3 and was a big stocky man. He dwarfed my 5'1, 90-lb. petite frame. He mostly kept to himself. My husband Chris had talked to Nathan on occasion and they had become good friends around the complex. Whenever Nathan was around, he would look at me in a kind of strange way. He would seem to be checking me out whenever Chris was not looking. This didn't bother me and I did not feel threatened by Nathan because he was always so nice to me and Chris. Although I was not a prejudicial person, I never thought about what it would be like to be with a black man because the life I shared with my husband was quite satisfactory and everything in our lives seemed to be going well, including our sex lives. You could say that I was a person with a strong libido. I was a person that required my sex on a daily basis. If Chris did not make love to me on any particular day, I would find time before going to work or when I got home to take matters into my own hand. My pussy was always wet as sex was always foremost on my mind.

The way Nathan looked at me when Chris was not looking always made me feel special. Whenever I would catch him looking, he would get a big grin on his face and then just turn away. I take pride in my body and although nothing I have is very big, I take pride in my small slender frame firm A-cup breasts. Occasionally I wear tight t-shirts and go without a bra and on occasion when Nathan has seen me like this it causes my nipples to protrude into tiny buttons visible on the front of the shirt. I would almost be embarrassed, however nothing would be said. One day when I was home from work, I was in the washroom doing the laundry. This was a chore that no woman likes to do, but is essential. I had the day off and thought I would finish this task before Chris got home from work. When I finally finished, I picked up the basket and headed up the short flight of stairs back to our apartment. At the top of the stairs I could see Nathan standing and could see that he had a big grin on his face. I was glad to see him and said hi from the bottom of the stairs. Just as I was about to pass him, he put his big arm across the doorway and blocked my passing. He looked at me in his funny way and told me that Chris was a lucky man. He also told me that I had the most beautiful lips he had ever seen and Chris must feel special to kiss them. I was taken back by his comment, but it made me feel good. He then moved his arm and asked me if I would like him to carry the basket. I just kind of chuckled and told him that it was light and I only had a short distance to go. He bid me farewell and I didn't see him again that day. As I walked back to the apartment, I was thinking about what he had just said to me and for the first time, I wondered what it would be like to kiss his large African lips. Strangely enough I didn't find the idea repulsive and I think it may have been largely due to the fact that Nathan was such a nice person and has been such a nice friend to Chris and myself. I think that was the first time that I ever thought of Nathan as more than just a neighbor.

As the months passed our friendship grew with Nathan. It seemed that more and more his looks at me were becoming more longing. On more than one occasion I had wondered what it would be like to make love to a black man. I would never reveal my innermost fantasies to my husband let alone anyone else, but one morning when I was all alone, I was laying in bed and was imagining what it would be like to be in bed with Nathan. I could see me underneath his huge frame and my legs spread wide, allowing him access to my innermost parts. when I visualized myself sitting on top of him, straddling his cock, I had one of the most intense orgasms that I had experienced.

The friendship had developed and then one day it began to take a turn that became more physical. We had invited Nathan over for dinner one evening and as he told us he hated to eat and run, he should be going because he had an important meeting in the morning and he did not want to be tired. Chris went into one of the back rooms to get a magazine that he had borrowed from Nathan and as he was gone I jumped up from the table to begin the wifely chore of doing the dishes. Nathan walked up behind me and put his hand on my ass and gave it a tight squeeze. I noticed that his hand nearly covered one of my cheeks. When I looked at him, he squeezed it again and whispered thank you again for the great dinner. With that, he winked at me and turned and walked away. It seemed that lately, Nathan was always touching me. I didn't mind and felt that it was his way of bonding with a friend. It wasn't sexual except for the time we had him for dinner and he grabbed my ass, but it really didn't bother me. I didn't feel threatened by him, I guess because I liked him so much.

Again I was in the laundry room one day and I turned to see Nathan coming down the stairs with some laundry. He was laughing at me and said that we must not keep meeting in the laundry room like this. He finished washing his clothes and then he put the stuff in the dryer and just stood looking at the machine as it began tumbling. I could tell that he was deep in thought or something. I walked over to where he was asked him if everything was all right. I told him that I forgot something back at the apartment and asked him if he would mind keeping an eye on my things while I went back and got the item I forgot. Nathan turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders and as I looked up into his eyes, he pulled me close to him and put his lips on mine. I had been wondering what it would be like to kiss this man, but that is about as far as the thought went until now. His lips were soft and warm. He felt so powerful as he held me and I could feel my resistance melt almost immediately. The kiss actually felt really good and just the thought of doing it in the washroom, in a public place, made it feel quite exciting. The kiss was not just a peck on the lips, but one that began to linger. I opened my lips and his tongue began to brush lightly against them. The soft sensuous feeling of his tongue sent shivers up my spine.

While kissing, he grabbed my hand and put it between us. He placed it on his cock that had become rigid and was be the biggest cock I would ever feel in my life. I gave it a squeeze and could tell that it was mammoth in proportion to my husband's. The thought that went through my head was that I didn't know how a woman would ever put this thing inside her! It was by far bigger than I had imagined, even in my wildest fantasies of Nathan. As we broke the kiss, he told me that he had been wanting to do that for quite some time and that I could tell he had been thinking of me. He never asked me to do anything else and as I looked at the seriousness in his eyes, he turned and began to take the laundry from his dryer. I went back to the apartment, but when I returned he was gone.

That evening as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think of the size Nathan's cock. Are all black men hung like horses? My goodness, there's no way a woman could stretch to take such an instrument, and it made me wonder how many women had ever actually taken his giant prick all the way inside them.

Chris was asleep, but I was not even close to being tired. My pussy was aching at the thought of this black man's cock. All the times that he has touched me and the winks he has given me were all beginning to mean something to me now. I know he and Chris were good friends, but the relationship between and Nathan and I was different. There seemed to be more of a husband and wife bond than just friendship. Although nothing sexual had happened, I wondered if it would, now that he was bold enough to make me put my hand on his cock. I couldn't start being unfaithful to my husband, especially now that we were planning to have a baby and begin our own family, but the thought of having sex with Nathan was clouding my mind like a powerful drug.

Since I was off work again tomorrow, I would talk to Nathan. With the desire that I now had, I decided that I would make love to him once and that would be it. That way I could get it out of my system: I will have fucked a man who was extremely well-endowed, and a black man at that, thus killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. I could not do it with him more than once and I would tell him so. God, I had to feel what that cock that big would be like inside me. With that, I fell asleep. The next morning as I was preparing breakfast for Chris, I felt guilty for even entertaining the idea of making love to Nathan. The more I thought of it, the more the feelings were replaced with feelings of lust. By the time Chris left for work, I couldn't wait to find Nathan.

As soon as Chris was out the door, I called Nathan on the phone and told him to come over to the house when he was dressed as I would like to talk to him. Approximately fifteen minutes later there was a soft knocking on the door. I was still in my robe and after apologizing to Nathan I made some coffee. I told him that I had been thinking about the previous day in the laundry room and our friendship. I told him that I could see the way things were going and I really wasn't disappointed. With a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, I asked him if he would like to make love to me. When he looked at me with an astonishment on his face, he said it would be the answer to his prayers. I told him that I had been thinking of it, too, but we could only do it this one time. I didn't want it to happen ever again because Chris and I were planning on making a family and that I knew this was wrong. When I got up to clear the table, Nathan came towards me and turned me towards him. My back was against the counter top in the kitchen. I looked into his eyes and could again see the look I had seen in the past. I now recognized it as lust as his lips lowered to meet mine again. Nathan was wearing shorts and as we kissed, I reached between our bodies and could feel his swelling cock. Again I was amazed at how big the thing was and my pussy began to tingle just thinking that in a few moments we would be attempting to push that monster into my tight little blond pussy.

Nathan reached between our bodies and pulled my robe open. I was not wearing anything underneath and his hand slipped down between my legs to my wetness. I bent my legs slightly as his large hand went between them. His middle finger immediately found my tiny clit and I almost came as he rubbed the slippery juice from my pussy up and down my cuntlips. His finger then slid into my depths. Because his hand was so large, it felt like it was as big as my husband's cock. If this man's finger was this big, how big was his cock going to be? Nathan fingered my cunt until I just about collapsed leaning against the countertop. He then lifted me up and sat me on the edge. My legs spread on either side of his waist. He backed up momentarily and pulled his shorts down to his knees and out sprang the biggest cock I have ever seen. My god, it hung halfway to his knees, and it was thicker than my forearm! He took my hand and made me grip the immensely thick shaft, jacking him up and down slowly. My hand didn't even reach halfway around his girth. I laughed at him more out of surprise and giddiness than rudeness. I reached for my rolling pin, which I knew was 12-inches long, and held it next to his length. He was at least 11-inches if he was an inch, and he wasn't even fully hard yet! Perhaps like every woman he's ever been with, I involuntarily uttered three predictable words: OH MY GOD!

The head was so huge and I knew that it would hurt like hell, especially in a petite girl like me - nothing about me was built to accommodate a man like Nathan. But I was willing to try. At this point you couldn't have stopped me unless you shot me. His cock was blue-black and looked more like it belonged on a horse than a man. I could see the end was glistening with precum as he guided it to my lips. It was a good thing that my cunt was so wet because when he tried to enter me, he stretched my lips as far as they would go. I have never had anything in me as big as that. My clit was stretched tight against the top of his cock as he worked it in slowly. I think his cock must have squeezed to a smaller size because I was as tight as I could get. For a second, I thought it was futile to think that as petite as I was, that I could actually fuck this huge man, then I could feel its length begin to enter me. I could feel the head of his cock as it pushed into me a little at a time. I didn't want to stop, I was crazed with lust at this time.

His hips moved back and forth slowly and as his meat became coated with my cunt juices as it inched painfully into me. After several minutes of gentle stop-and-go fucking, I could finally feel his bloated black balls touching my ass and as I looked down between us, I could see his cock was deep inside of me. I thought I could see my tummy bulging slightly as I was impaled on his huge tube of meat. I told Nathan not to cum inside of me because it was my fertile time and I did not want him to get me pregnant. He told me that he would pull out in time so I could see him squirt his semen on my face and belly. My hips worked back and forth and the feeling was incredible. Almost immediately my pussy began to convulse in an intense orgasm. When it tightened around his cock, he must have been overwhelmed by the feeling also. I could feel his cock begin to throb and the head swelled to a size that would not let it out of me. When he pulled back, it would not come out! My pussy had a death grip on his swollen meat and would not let him withdraw. Although he attempted to pull it from me it was futile. While apologizing for not being able to get his prick out of me, I could feel his huge cock spewing its cum deep inside of my tummy. I could feel his cock expand each time the head spit its scalding load deep inside of me.

Knowing then that our sexual organs could not be separated, Nathan held me tight against him until our orgasms subsided. It wasn't until minutes later that his cock began to dwindle he was then able to withdraw his cum-soaked weapon from deep within me. I told him he didn't need to apologize, but I would need to go into the bathroom and clean up. He kissed me again and got dressed and left. As I got down from the countertop, a big gobs of his cum began to drain from my stretched pussy. I couldn't believe how much he had poured into my womb. If Nathan had been half as excited as I had been, I can understand why there was such a large amount of cum draining from my stretched lips. My pussy felt like it would never be the same. I have never stretched it as much as it had just been and the lips were swollen and almost sore. He didn't even fuck me with the swollen meat of his, he just pushed it into me and we were locked together like two mating animals. But my poor little pussy looked like your could drive a toy train up inside my cunt tunnel, and it made me wonder if I would recover or how long I would be stretched out to Nathan's immense girth.

I took a nice long bath and cleaned up. While laying in the tub I began to play with my pussy while thinking of the fucking I just received. Although I was very sensitive from what had just happened, I had to make myself cum one more time. Needless to say the remainder of the month I was a nervous wreck, just wondering if I was going to be pregnant with Nathan's baby. I really couldn't talk to anyone about it, yet the thought of making love to a close friend of ours excited me to no end. I was on a roller coaster of emotions until at last I started my period. That was the day that I thought more of the experience than of the consequences.

During the month Nathan kept up his relentless vigil of advances. I knew that I shouldn't have made love to him because I knew that he would want to do it more than once, a thought that also appealed to me. The more I thought of the idea of having sex with Nathan, the more excited I became. I thought of buying some condoms but I knew he wouldn't fit the normal size and I didn't want my husband to see these magnum-sized condoms laying around the house. Besides, I'm not even sure the magnum-sized condoms would wrap around his immense thickness without splitting. He was truly that large.

The more I dwelled on the idea the sooner I came up with a solution to the problem. I convinced Chris that we should postpone having our family and that I should go back on birth control for a while longer. I finally got him to agree and by the end of the next month I made it appear as though I was taking my pills regularly. The truth was that they were placebos, not real. I wanted to, no matter the cost now, to have Nathan's black baby growing inside me. I wasn't going to seek it out, but if it happened, I would bring the baby to term and raise it. That's how much I had fallen in love with Nathan. But I also had to lie to Nathan, letting him know in a subtle way that I could not get pregnant without coming out directly and telling him that I wanted his big black cock between my legs again. One evening while laying in bed, I was fantasizing of laying under Nathan again and having him ream my tight little pussy. The longer I thought of the idea, the wetter my pussy became until the panties I was wearing were soaking. My little pussy felt like it was on fire. While Chris slept next to me, I eased my hand down between my legs and into my panties. I clamped my hand tightly against my wet pussy and moved my fingers slowly across the tip of my swollen clit until my body convulsed into an intense orgasm. Its all I could do to keep from shaking the bed and screaming out and waking Chris.

I felt like I was becoming obsessed with the idea of fucking Nathan again and I made up my mind that I should do it as soon as I could. By morning, though, I felt terrible. I had only gotten about two hours of sleep because I had been thinking of Nathan all night. I decided to call in sick at work to stay home. I knew that Nathan stayed home during the mornings and secretly I was hoping that I would see him. I was beginning to feel like a nervous wreck, I just had to have that black cock inside of me. When Chris left for work, I sat at the breakfast table and wondered when I should attempt to see Nathan. Well, I thought, I would do the standard housewife routine and dressed in only my robe and my sexiest white-lace panties, I grabbed a cup and headed down the corridor and knocked on Nathan's door.

When he came to the door he looked at me through half open eyes because I had just waken him up. Nathan only had a towel wrapped around his waist. I held the cup out and asked him if he had any sugar as I was completely out and I didn't like my morning coffee without it. He smiled and told me that he had some in the kitchen and that I could step inside if I dared to. I immediately took that as an invitation and looking quickly to see if any of the neighbors noticed me, I slipped through the doorway. Once inside I followed Nathan into the kitchen. I then got an idea and when he got the cup of sugar and turned to me I was gone. The only thing he saw was my bathrobe lying on the floor. I could hear him walking down the hallway towards the bedroom, but I made a quick retreat into his bedroom and was lying under the covers in his bed when he came in.

He set the cup of sugar on the dresser and just smiled as he let the towel slide to the floor, releasing the massive tool that was now beginning to grow. Nathan slid into bed next to me and I could feel the heat of his body as he slid next to me. He put h is hand on top of my head and lowered his head next to mine on the pillow and brushed his lips against mine. I was hot and could not wait much longer. I was a hungry woman and could not wait. I kissed him hard and began to pant by the time he slid his tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel one of his hands grab my ass and pull him tight against him. His cock was like an iron rod that was pressed tight between our bellies.

My leg immediately pulled up and over the top of his. I was open now for him to play with even though I had on my lacy panties. I wished he would rip them off and take me right then, but he wanted it to last. He didn't even touch my pussy with his hands. We kissed and touched, he sucked on my breasts and made my nipples become as stiff as marbles. I could almost cum without him touching me. I had my hand around his cock and was jacking him off when he threw the covers back and grabbed my panties with both of his hands and pulled them down as I lifted my hips to allow him easier access to my sweetness.

When I was totally naked, I literally pulled him on top of me and told him that I couldn't wait any longer, that I wanted to feel his huge cock inside of me. I was quite thankful that my pussy gets extremely wet when I am excited because Nathan guided his cock to the entrance of my tight little pussy and slowly eased his weight down on top of me. I thought I was going to be split wide open. I forgot how big his lumbering cock becomes. In only a dozen forceful, persistent thrusts I was impaled on that gorgeous black babymaker of his. We would have been locked together again, but again because of the wetness he pulled it back out and tore into me again, busting my sweet pussy. My knees were now pulled back against my chest allowing him deeper penetration into my sweetness. The more he slid his cock in and out of me, the looser and more sensitive my pussy lips became.

I told him that I wanted him to squirt his potent seed deep inside of my belly and it seemed to also be what he wanted to hear because at that moment he withdrew all but the swollen cockhead from my lips and I could feel the hot jets of baby seed explode deep inside of me. Again and again the cum spewed from the slit at the end of his black cock. When he finally finished he rammed his meat back into me and I could feel a large amount of his cum seep from my pussy and leak down the cheeks of my ass and onto the sheets. My pussy grabbed onto his cock and squeezed tightly as my body shook in its own intense and badly needed orgasm under his black sweaty body. We laid in each others arms for a half hour. I must have dozed off from the intense workout I just received. When I awoke, I was laying on my stomach with my legs slightly apart, but one of Nathan's fingers was running the length of my dripping slit. I lay motionless, just thinking of how stretched my pussy had become when I felt his finger slide into my wet tunnel. As he finger fucked me, his thumb was rubbing against my clit. I felt that I could lay in bed with Nathan all day.

Nathan rolled over on top of me and slid the covers back again. He pulled my hips until I was on my knees and elbows. I spread my legs apart and like a dog in heat, arched my back so my pussy was exposed to him. Nathan mounted me from the rear and it was easier for him to penetrate me now that I was stretched for his massive size. He pulled my tiny hips tight against his pelvis and I knew that I could feel the tip of his cock touching my lungs. I braced myself as he slammed his giant meat deep in my cunt for about a half hour before he let loose with another load. We fucked for hours. I was taken on my side, I straddled him, from the front and back, almost every way we could think of. When he rolled over and collapsed on the bed, I looked at the clock on the dresser and it was almost 2p. I had been in bed with him, fucking him since 8a this morning! His bed was soaking with sweat and the cum my pussy couldn't hold. I kissed him on the cheek and told him that I would have to be getting home before Chris returned from work.

I had barely gotten cleaned up and dressed before Chris came through the front door. I was just beginning to cook dinner and he told me that I looked a lot better and that I must have stayed in bed all day. If he only knew. It wasn't long before I finally shed the guilt about having sex with Nathan. I think initially I justified it in my own mind because he was such a good friend of mine and Chris's. Sometimes I wondered if he was such a good friend only because he wanted to get me in bed, but it didn't matter; he was still respectable to us and I got what I wanted when Chris was away. For a while it seemed like every time Chris left for work, Nathan and I were in bed fucking until he wore me out. I left for work about an hour after Chris and on more than one occasion I would get dressed for work and sneak over to Nathan's house and get laid before going to work.

One morning I was running late for work, but I was extremely horny because Chris and I hadn't had sex in four days and Nathan had been out of town. On the way down the corridor I could see a light on inside Nathan's apartment. I knocked on the door and he answered with a big smile and opened the screen door to let me in. I walked into the living room and asked him when he got home because I didn't think he would be back for at least two more days. He told me that the meeting he had out of town had been cut short. When he told me that he had missed me, I backed against the sofa and pulled up my dress and spread my legs. I looked him in the eyes and asked him how much he missed me. He came close to me and I could sense that he was pulling down his shorts. I was wearing nylons and a garter with my matching panties. He reached out and pulled my panties down to my ankles. I lifted one foot and the panties were free. I lifted one leg up against his side and his erect cock was guided to the ever increasingly familiar pussy that now seemed to belong only to him, especially since I could finally accommodate its size. The lips, although still tight, seemed to allow the monstrous cock to enter with persistent effort on my part, since his girth still hurt to relax enough to take him, especially if he slid inside me more than eight inches or so. I leaned against the sofa as he busted my pussy hard, making up for the days he had not been home. I came not once, but twice before he finally unloaded his hot baby seed deep inside of me. I grabbed a tissue from a box on the coffee table and put it inside my panties and told him thanks, but I was late for work and had to leave. I felt better that morning than I had in a long time as I drove to work feeling my pussy still tingling and aching from being stretched so wide and deep.

One weekend when my husband was watching television I was again in the washroom. This was a place that was seldom used on Saturday mornings as people seemed to find better things to be doing with their spare time. I was just getting started with my washing when Nathan came in and started doing his homely chore. We began talking and it wasn't long before the subject changed to sex, in particular, sex between us. I could see that he was getting an erection and although I was getting horny, it wasn't practical for us to go to his apartment this morning. Besides, Chris indicated that we would make love when I finished with the laundry. I could tell that Nathan was in an extremely horny mood, so I looked around and I got an idea. I took him by the hand and led him to the far end of the washroom by some soap dispensers. It was kind of a dark corner away from the windows. When we got to the machines, he gave me a sly look. I squatted down and pulled his shorts to about mid thigh. His giant tool sprang free from the confines of the shorts and I could see the end had secreted a lot of slippery precum that made his entry into my tight pussy easier.

I took his cock in my hand and opened my mouth and began licking around the crown and then sucked the fat cockhead into my mouth. I had tried sucking his cock before, but it was too sensitive for him and he had a tendency to cum too fast when I sucked him off. We usually wanted it to last a little longer when we made love or just fucked. My hand slid up and down the length and although I could barely get the head of his cock in my mouth, I sucked feverishly until I could feel his balls tighten and his prick begin to throb. I knew what was coming and I wasn't disappointed. It took less than ten minutes to make him shoot his load in my mouth. He told me that he found it extremely stimulating to see his best friend's wife on her knees sucking his black cock. I didn't spill a drop and when his orgasm subsided, I licked all the excess cum from around the swollen head and then pulled his shorts back on. I told him that he could return the favor sometime and he told me that it would be his pleasure.

Once when Chris and Nathan were going to go to a ballgame, Nathan came over to the house just before they were going to leave. When he got to the house, Chris had just left to the corner store to get a couple of things that they would need for the day. I was feeling extremely horny that morning and couldn't wait for the men to leave so I could sneak into the bedroom and take care of my personal business. When Nathan walked through the front door, my plans had changed. I knew I wouldn't have but just a few minutes alone with him before Chris arrived back from the store. I was in the living room and I had on a sun dress as it was going to be a hot day. I didn't have on a bra, but just a pair of skimpy bikini panties. I looked at him and while I pulled my skirt up in the back, I bent over our overstuffed chair. I asked him if he would like to take care of me before they left. He didn't need a second invitation. He immediately ran behind me and I told him that he would have to be quick as Chris would be returning any minute. Nathan had on a pair of gym shorts and it didn't take long for that big black beauty of his to rear its swollen head. He pulled my panties aside from my pussy and with two of his fingers he separated my pussy lips enough to slide the enlarged head into me. After a couple of firm thrusts he began to bang my pussy with a vengeance.

In just a few short moments I could feel my pussy begin to convulse as he slammed me against the back of the chair with his violent penetration. He came shortly after I did and as soon as he withdrew his cock, I could hear the front door opening. I pulled my panties over my pussy and he pulled his shorts up over his cock that was still wet from our juices. As I kissed Chris goodbye for the day and told Nathan goodbye, I could feel his cum beginning to leak out of my panties and begin to trickle down my legs. As soon as the men left, I scurried off to the bedroom and laid on the bed and began to rub my swollen, dripping mound. This wetness brought a better feeling than I had anticipated to the matter I was about to undertake. I pulled off my panties an d held them to my nose as smelled the sweet scent of his cum and visualized what a sight it must have been as he thrust his gigantic black cock deep inside my blond little pussy while I was bent over the back of the chair. Nathan and I continued seeing each other a couple of times a week for the next two to three years. My womanhood had finally stretched to accommodate his extremely large size at over eleven inches, and oddly, I was proud of myself. Not too many women could ever handle a man as well-endowed as Nathan, but I managed to! It soon came to the point where he was the only man that could satisfy my sexual needs.

Although my husband would try, I found that I just needed more than he had to offer. A lot more. Chris only had a pathetic six-inch cock. So sex with my husband became uneventful and it was on a rare occasion that he could make me cum, something that Nathan never failed to accomplish. Just when I realized that I needed Nathan's cock and that I couldn't survive without it, I found out that I had to. Nathan told us the devastating news that in order to promote within the company he worked for, he would have to transfer out of state.

Needless to say I was heartbroken, more than my husband knew. We had a small going away party for him, but I didn't feel that was fitting for the close friend that he had become to me. Just before it was time for Nathan to move, I devised a plan that would allow me to say goodbye in a manner that I thought was appropriate. I convinced my husband that I had a company meeting out of town and I would be gone for the weekend. I told Nathan what I had done and told him that I would be able to spend the weekend with him if he would like to let me say goodbye. I made reservations at a small but plush motel in the town adjoining ours so we wouldn't spend much time driving. We met on the outskirts of town and I drove him to my fantasy palace. We spent the whole weekend at this motel. I think the only time we got out of bed was to eat or bathe together. When I came home on Monday morning, I could hardly walk and felt like I'd been beaten, but then saying goodbye is always a hard thing. I was bruised all over the insides of my thighs and ass where Nathan had fucked me so hard throughout the weekend, so I was in a lot of pain for a few days afterward.

It's been five weeks later and I missed my last period. It seems as if that last weekend with Nathan left me with his black baby in my belly. Since falling in love with him, the one thing I wanted was now growing inside me.



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