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Being none too careful, she squatted in front of a young black associate- trainee and inquired where she might find the thick whipping cream. He got the message, and she got the cream. Of course his trouser snake was the delivery system. (FFM, intr, cheat, oral) *** Molly sat back and gasped again. Marvin was now naked from the waist down and his blue ribbon erection seemed to raise and lower with each pulse of his heart. She studied it for a second time. He had cum so quickly on their drive from the supermarket. Never could she have imagined that his offer to help with her groceries would lead to this. She was more than twice his age and was having some serious doubts whether she could accommodate his length and girth. It all seemed so simple – so natural. He had been sitting on the floor stocking one of the lower shelves. Absent-mindedly pushing the cart down the aisle she had just leaned over to ask the price on a jar of salsa. But instead of making eye contact, the eyes of the young man had slithered down the drooping front of her dress and coiled around her heavy hanging breasts. Little was left to his imagination or hers. Right before her eyes the front of his trousers moved, and she couldn't help but wonder how large something would have to be to cause that size a bulge that far down the pant leg. She had heard about them, thought about them, dreamed about them, but here was one almost within spitting distance. Yes, it was an infamous black trouser snake! She had started to turn away, but feeling the immediate swell of her nipples and the tremors in her lower abdomen, she instead decided to bend lower and pretend to search for the price. Her sagging dress permitted the young handsome black associate opportunity to gather in her glossy cleavage. So close was he that she could feel the heat of his breath. A quick glance confirmed that her eyes had not deceived her – yes, sitting here before her was a three-legged black man – and so young, too! She amused herself thinking she had seen midgets in the circus with shorter legs. Enjoying the flirtation and thinking no harm could come from it, the white forty-five year old Air Force wife parted her legs a bit. Lifting her dress enough to ensure it would ride back high on the tops of her knees when she was squatted, she then proceeded downward to make small talk, eye to eye. The underside of her legs and thighs were exposed all the way to her panties, but she didn't care. It was her intention to arouse the trouser snake even more – if possible. The reaction of the young eighteen year old was predictable and at least for her, enjoyable. Shopping at the base Commissary was usually a boring and sometimes depressing necessity, but not this day. Today was thrilling. It's not often a married white woman can get her groceries and get wet at the same time. Nothing naughty like this ever happened to her. Yes, she had dreamed and hoped, but those never seemed to come about. She had almost given up on those private hot desires that would be so nice. So to notice how this young man was devouring her was thrilling. To release those pent up passions – those hot embers of lust whereby she imagined him in all his exuberant youth rutting between her legs for hours with out end – humping and thrusting in her, never missing a cadence – repeatedly slamming her with a cock so hard and so thick and so black that it was beyond description we... well, she was nearly hyperventilating as she came to a squatting perch before him. Now squatting before the young man she parted her legs ever so slightly as she leaned toward him and softly asked, "Young man, can you tell me where I can get some thick whipping cream?" As she pronounced the word 'thick' her tongue protruded abnormally from her mouth. She noticed him open his mouth and absentmindedly lick his lips. Was he thinking of holding her head and sliding his cock in her mouth? "Oh, I'll suck you! Let me suck you right her on the floor," she thought. And could she take it all? Did he realize that she wanted to suck his balls dry? "Ask me – ask me if you can fuck me?" she begged with her eyes. It was good that her panties were white. She knew she was wet. But he was much too respectful to be out of line. Bless his heart, he wanted to do right too – wanted to answer the lady's questions – wanted to be respectful – wanted to look her in the eyes and kindly offer her the help she was seeking. Oh, if only he could know she wanted nothing more than to be fucked like a whore – over and over again. She was so ready, so easy. Why was it she wondered that the young black men didn't show more interest in her. She was so ready. But he was not beyond temptation. He had heard how the white wives loved black cock. How they couldn't get enough of it. How when their husbands made those short trips out of the country or were stationed overseas, they seemed to come it heat until their men returned. But was it true? Or were those stories just fabrications? And if true, why did no white woman show interest in him? If they ever do, he thought, they will be thoroughly pleased. But now, here before him, was not just some ordinary white pussy, but here was an older, married, white pussy. And she was beautiful. He had been told this is the best of the best. Here was creamy white pussy guarded by thick, creamy, white thighs. And pointing at him were nipples as large as his thumb. They seemed to be attached to his brain with invisible electrodes. No longer could he think straight. Echoing through the chambers of his mind and resonating all the way to the end of his ebony pole was the word: pussy – pussy – white, married pussy! Unable to lift his eyes from between the woman's legs, he stammered and pointed back over his right shoulder. "There's some cream over in the dairy section, but I'm not sure it's the kind of heavy cream you're looking for." "I'm not either," she said. With that she knowingly smiled, stood up, and looking down between the large gun sight on her chest and thanked him. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said leaning over and allowing him one last close up look down her dress, "I've changed my mind about this salsa. I think you've convinced me that I'd like the cream better." She then softly placed the jar of salsa between his legs allowing the back of her hand to press against his obvious inflammation. Walking away she could feel his eyes on her behind. She knew he wanted to get under her dress – to caress her creamy white thighs with his long black fingers. Had it been another time, another place, she would have gladly lifted her dress and stepped over him so she could feel his lips move up her thighs to lick her. The remainder of her morning shopping was warm and pleasant as the thoughts of the young black associate cycled again and again in her head. Her shopping didn't take long, which was a good thing as she was seeping through her panties. It had been a great day at the Commissary though. Regretting that it had to come to an end, there was nevertheless dinner to prepare. Mr. Excitement would be home this evening – his flight to land at 5:00 PM. And of course there would be the usual welcome home two-minute drill. Hopefully, she would be able to stay awake for that. So begrudgingly, Molly and her needy nipples, wet panties, and lusty fantasy headed to the checkout lane. "Ma'am? Would you like me to help you with those heavy grocery bags?" Molly grinned. It was her new friend – the young black associate-trainee that had gotten an eye full earlier in the morning. She was somewhat surprised. He was now standing and was about 6'4". Now wonder he had a trouser snake. Was he proportionate? If so, why that would mean double digits. She could feel a flush come to her face. "Why, yes, young man, I would," she gushed. Walking to the car Molly asked, "I don't believe I've seen you here before." "That's because I was just hired. Two of my friends were hired also." "Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's about time some competent, friendly people were employed. You're a very nice young man – and so helpful too." Arriving at her car Molly gave the keys to the young associate-trainee so he could unlock the tailgate. She admiringly watched as he easily and quickly transferred her groceries from her cart to her hubby's old station wagon. She wondered if he could feel the heat of her eyes as she targeted his ass for a Pass-in-Review. "Ma'am, let me drive you home. Those bags aren't going to be any easier to unload there." And without waiting for an answer he scooted under the wheel and started the car. Closing the passenger door Molly sensed her pussy churning. She wouldn't be surprised at all if it chewed a hole in the seat fabric. This was so exciting. She wasn't sure where things were going but the teasing was delicious. Turning to her he smiled then unzipped his pants and pulled out what Molly judged to be a long, thick, blue ribbon erection. He was more that proportionate. She had fucked some and sucked some but never had she seen anything so large, so black, and so lovely. Stroking his cock he looked over to Molly. "Now, how about that thick cream you were interested in..." Molly congratulated herself. Flirting eventually does pay off. Luke had said there would come a time when she would thank him for keeping the old car with that large bench front seat. He surely knew what he was talking about. A console would have made it impossible for her to lay across the seat, suck the young black associate's pole, and harvest the bounty of black creamy seed. She must remember to thank him – maybe with an apple pie. "Ma'am..." She interrupted him. "Marvin, I have a name, it's Molly," she blurted as she moved to place both hands around the black missile. "Well, Miss Molly," he said in some discomfort. "I'm so full that I hurt. Would you like to relieve me of some rich, thick, black cream? I promise you, you won't be disappointed." The pride in his voice was obvious; but with a cock that could rival a small horse, why shouldn't he be? "Why don't you let me siphon off some of that jet fuel, Captain," she joked. Molly gleamed as she leaned over and slipped her mouth around the throbbing cylinder. And relieve him she did. It didn't take long. And full? That was an understatement. Marvin's release came faster than she could swallow. Thick creamy cum seeped from the corners of her mouth and trickled down the thick black shaft, but the ride home offered her sufficient time to meticulously lick him clean. And she did. One ball busting did not satisfy her need though. Molly wanted to handle it, to feel its hardness in her hands. She wanted to feel the tapered mushroom in her mouth; she wanted to feel the veins as her tongue licked up and down the slimy shaft. She wanted to be out of sight from the leering eyes of those drivers that couldn't resist honking their horns. It's a sad day, she reasoned, when a woman can't suck a cock in peace while traveling down the street. Ah, but in the privacy of her kitchen she could kneel and carefully handle the large piece of black man-meat. Here she would have time to give it the attention it deserved. Mollie was ecstatic; she was a lucky woman. She had gone to the supermarket, numb – looking for a piece of beef and returned home with the whole bull, balls included. She had wanted a pint of whipping cream but returned with a cream machine. And my, oh my, what a beautiful cream machine it was. This was the penis of perfect proportion – delightfully abnormal in size. It was a white wife's dream come true. Here was a cock that she wouldn't measure with a ruler but with a scale! The deep blue bulging veins on the sides, crowned with a perfectly colossal mushroom-shaped head were difficult to see because the cock was so black. And with a mixture of saliva and spent sperm, it had a lusty, crusty sheen. She didn't say it aloud, but it was her intention to not only suck it, but to also fuck it. But she smiled to herself. His enthusiasm was naοve for his inadequate experience had been limited to high school girls. But now he was about to meet more than his match. Molly was in her forties and in prime fucking shape. She could fuck him and his two friends to exhaustion. Given the chance she would take all three of them at once. No doubt it would stretch her, but she simply would not be denied getting fucked by this young black man. But could she take it all? She had heard of cocks this large, but never had one. How did other women take something this menacing? She was unsure, but was nevertheless resolved that this was to be the day she would be rutted like a whore. * * * With the groceries stacked on the table, Molly wasted no time. Moving quickly to Marvin she caught him by surprise as she hurriedly unbuckled his belt then knelt to remove his pants and boxers. Molly moved on her knees toward Marvin 'till she was only inches from the big dangling piece of midnight meat. If there was ever a cock that deserved to be worshiped, it was this one. Lustily she grabbed the fat shaft and pulled it down like the handle of a slot machine. She loved it that she could get both hands around and still have a hefty portion on which to suck. Groaning, Marvin lifted his hips as his cock found the target of her open and ready mouth. His humping became so excited that Molly felt it necessary to slow things a bit. Pulling her mouth off with a smack, she looked into his eyes and said, "Settle down, we don't want you to go off too soon this time. A good blow job should be slow and sensual." Her remark was a delicate reminder of how quickly in the car he had had exploded in her mouth. She never mentioned how she intentionally made that happen by working his cock and balls at the same time. But after all, he was a trainee; how could he possibly know that this white Air Force wife was going to empty him – that she was going to suck him, fuck him then send him back to the Commissary in a taxi. Marvin's occasional dripping had now become a steady seeping of clear syrup. If Molly didn't do something soon, a thin silver thread would lower the hefty droplet onto the floor. But she had no intention of letting the succulent droplet escape. Bending the seeping stout canister to her lips, she carefully extended her tongue below the ebony mushroom and watched the clear drop swell and then lazily drop to her tongue. Closing her mouth around the tapered sponge, she milked the cock forward with her hand and vacuumed what was available. Marvin nearly climaxed as her words sizzled in his brain. "A good blow job should take time?" Was that what she said? This was just too much, and he began to tremble and twitch with short, spasmodic jerks. Pulling her head off his cock she looked at him and smiled. "You don't get a lot of blow jobs, do you?" Intending to pull another load of sperm from him, Molly quickly returned to his penis, flicking her tongue across the head and tasting more of his syrup. Marvin was trembling and his flow now was steady. She could bring him off if she chose to do so, but that was not her plan, at least at the moment. Marvin was now trying to fuck her mouth. Where once he was easing his hips to her, now he was thrusting at her. It was his pleading attempt for her to release the increasing pressure of his titanic balls. She smiled but otherwise ignored it. Using her tongue Molly teased the sensitive skin where the head and shaft met, still careful not to let him fall over the edge. If she had learned anything about her young black stud it was that he could cum very quickly. And she knew he was still full of the delicious creamy sauce – a thought that increased her own flow. Leaning in she kissed the head and broke the tense silence. "Feel good?" Marvin could only nod. Sure it did. Though only a young man, he could still recognize a good cock sucking. What could a high school girl offer by way of comparison. Cock sucking was an art form for Molly. She was good at it and by the time she finished with Marvin, he would know it too. Molly is one of those women that likes the taste and feel of the hot flesh of a man in her mouth. It had been one of her favorite things to do when she was younger. From the age of thirteen she had known she was destined to suck the male member. Now she was using all that experience to bring her young black trainee to the edge, to dangle him there on the precipice, and then finally release him. Marvin had pleaded for her to let him cum but instead she would tightly squeeze the base of his big shaft delaying his eruption. In this way she kept him on the edge for a long time. It was selfish, but it was her way of enjoying the feel of his cock pushing in and pulling out of her mouth. He had a lot to learn, especially about white married women. They love black cock, love to draw off the cream, but like little girls, they want to play in their food a bit before they eat. Marvin watched in amazement as this beautiful woman on her knees worshipped his cock. So hungry was she for black cock that she seemed in a world of her own. He watched as her tongue licked him and then sucked him inside. He moaned each time she would take the shaft deep into her mouth. Though he towered over her in height and size, little did he realize that it was she who was in control of his cock and its flow – she was pleasuring herself orally. In time she would mount the big shaft and fuck him – but for now he was her toy. Marvin wanted to jab his hips up to her in the worse way, but he was learning to stand as still as he could, even if his legs were wobbly, and wait for her to lead. Like a Grand Champion at the dog show, she had brought him to heal. But it was time. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, Molly held it tight as she pulled her head back and stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip. Then looking up at Marvin who was still staring wide-eyed, she gently cuddled his balls with her left hand. With her eyes still on him she opened her mouth wide then began to rapidly stroking the Black Mamba. That was all it took. True to its nature, the big snake spit. In less than ten strokes he groaned and double over – one hand on her shoulder and the other on the kitchen counter. Molly could feel the rigid convulsions and spasms of his hips. There was no stopping it now. Closing her eyes to block out the world, she enveloped the big cock-head in her mouth and prepared herself as best she could. Marvin was certain his balls were going to explode before they were able to propel the thick liquid gold. His orgasm was so intense even his neck and head jerked. Though he yelled loudly enough for the neighbors to hear, Molly held firm, milking blast after blast of the young black man's sweet crude. Her head rocked back in surprise at the force of his ejaculation, but she remained focused never allowing the head to drop from her lips. She loved the way he felt in her mouth. The thick hot cream coated the back of her throat like a paste, momentarily choking her. But she loved the way he tasted and was in ecstasy. Quickly gathering her thoughts, she swallowed just in time – another blast entered her mouth. She was ready this time, and swallowed it down rapidly, anticipating the next shot. And it came quickly, filling her mouth to overflowing. She tried to swallow it all, but it was just too much. The big cock continued to power forward and release – thrust and release. There was just too much of a good thing, and it dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her chin – then down the shaft onto his balls. She would get it later. As his cream dripped from her chin, Molly felt that familiar and undeniable tremor. She too was about to lose control. Chewing down on the black tube, she gulped a huge swallow and began to climax. Her hips were involuntarily bucking as her vagina throbbed. She shook all over and for a moment totally lost control. Wrapping her arms around Marvin's legs, she sucked and dry humped so violently that had not Marvin been steadying himself with the counter they both would have been knocked to the floor. But through it all Molly was undeterred and continued to hand-milk the cock and swallow her reward. "Oh, fuck!" Marvin said. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" He sounded like a school boy singing a round. "Baby," Molly said, 'If you think this is good just wait 'till you get some of this pussy." Marvin had never felt anything so intense, so pleasurable. He couldn't believe that a cock sucking could leave him so weak and shaky. But then at his young age, he'd never encountered a cocksucker like Molly. Not only had she expertly siphoned his seed, she drank it down with gusto! Well satisfied that she had drawn off a generous load, Molly released the depleted penis so it could regenerate. Even now though she appreciated how splendid it looked. He was young; it wouldn't take long. Marvin leaned back on the counter, deflated physically and emotionally. When he opened his eyes, he saw Molly smiling up at him. Her lips and chin were coated with his white cum, but still she looked lovely. Unable to resist, he reached down and pulled her up to him. Turning her around he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Next came the bra then her panties, until she stood naked, except for her shoes. Though they only had two-inch heels, Marvin liked the effect. Moving against her he slipped one hand around her and cupped a breast and the other around and down between her legs. She was sopping wet. "Miss Molly, now that we know each other a little better, I think I'd like to try some of that white pussy you're so proud of," Marvin said. Then he laughed. Molly didn't respond except to lay her head back against the young black man's muscular chest. She continued to ripen as she felt his strong arms around her. "Miss Molly, brace yourself.…you're gonna get a fuckin'." This was what Molly had been waiting for – to be rutted by a black cock – to feel this young man struggle to get all his wife stretcher in her – to feel his monstrous cock-head swell then release his potent sperm in her. Yes, these were the magic words. To indicate her readiness, Molly leaned over the counter and braced for what she knew would be his youthful assault on her pussy. Marvin stepped to her and slowly began to rub the semi- hard cock up and down the crack of her ass. Looking at Molly's big white ass was enough and slowly the trouser snake began to swell and lengthen. To help him Molly moved her hand back and began to work the big cock. Things were progressing nicely when they both heard... "Hey, what's for lunch?" It was Molly's friend, Pam. She had popped in for a brief visit – but her eyes were now frozen in lust as she glared at the tall young black man standing with bent knees behind her friend's parted legs. Looking back over her shoulder at Pam, Molly calmly said, "You're right on time, have a seat Pam, I'll be done with him in a few minutes." Opening her legs and sliding her hand into her panties, Pam quietly slipped into a kitchen chair. And without breaking her gaze on Marvin's cock she nodded. "Good, when you finish with him I'll have a turn or two while you make us a sandwich." Molly grunted and groaned as Marvin eased his big cock up and into her, but there was now a wrinkle on his brow and an expression of insecurity and perplexity on his face. "Focus, Marvin... focus!" he heard Molly instruct. marc00diamond@yahoo.com Author's request: email me molly; you're listed address is not accepting my messages. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 47