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(MF, intr, reluc, wife) *** After being married a year, Bob and Marsha Williams were finally going on a delayed honeymoon. It was the day after Christmas, and they were flying up to Detroit, then driving a rental car to Boyne Mountain Ski Resort. Being novice skiers, they were excited at the prospect of spending a week in the snow of Northern Michigan. Their many friends in Houston thought they were crazy as Hell, and would probably break every bone in their bodies. "It's a good four hour drive, but, you should get there before dark." They were being told by the car rental agent. "You're not exactly dressed for this weather, and it's colder where you're going. Maybe, you should do some shopping for appropriate clothes before you leave Detroit." "We'll be okay in a warm car," Bob explained. "Besides, buying heavy winter clothing is a waste of money, to wear a week and throw away. Once we get to the resort, we can rent ski suits." "Heading north, you should have emergency weather supplies." The agent replied. About two hours from Detroit, it began snowing and Bob had to slow to a crawl. "If this keeps up, we'll never make it before dark," he observed. It had been dark over an hour when they reached Gaylord. Here they left I-75 for a county road going over to M-131. Bob had used his windshield wipers and most of the washer fluid, from being splashed with the salty, dirty slush while on the express-way. Having over a half tank of gasoline, they never stopped in Gaylord. Just a few miles on the darkest road he had ever seen, the snow turned to a freezing rain. The defroster couldn't keep the windshields clear without help from the fluid. The fluid ran out and he was trying to drive totally blind. By bending over, he could barely see through a small area just above the defroster. Spotting a driveway, he pulled off the road and stopped. "I don't know what to do next. I can't see to drive and there's no place to stop for help. I haven't even seen any traffic since we left Gaylord." He said. "This is a driveway, and there must be a house close by. Turn off the headlights, so I can see." Marsha suggested. About fifty yards thru the trees, she saw the porch light of a home. "Come on! Let's run over there and ask for help." They were only wearing sweaters, but, at least, both of them had enough sense to be wearing long pants. Running and stumbling in the dark, they reached the house just as the lights were turned out. Bob fell on the slick steps, and the noise caused the lights to come back on. The door opened and there stood an old black man, holding a shotgun. "What're you people doing on my property?" He demanded. Shivering from the wet and cold, Bob sputtered out, "Our car broke down and we need to get warm, then, use your phone." "Ain't got no phone, but you can get warm. You sure ain't from around here! Nobody would travel dressed like you two. Get inside before you freeze to death. Don't need no dead people on my porch!" Entering, Bob and Marsha saw one large room, with a hot, pot bellied stove almost in the middle. Getting as close as possible, one side got warm, while the other froze. "That's the bad thing about a stove, you can't get warm all over at the same time." The old man grinned, "Don't you have one of them cell phones?" "There's no signal," Marsha answered. "I don't know what you think you can do tonight. You could sleep here, but, I only got one bed. There's nothing extra to make a pallet on the floor. Floor's too cold anyway. You don't get out of them wet clothes, you're going to catch pneumonia." Marsha looked at the bed and suggested, "Would it be okay if Bob got in the middle and me in front?" "Not in front, it ain't! I've got to add more wood to the stove. You or him might set the house on fire. You can sleep behind, if you want. I suppose I can put up with being next to him one night. If we're going to sleep together, we should know each other. My name's Josh. I'll turn my back while you get undressed and covered up. You need to use the toilet, it's through that door there." After introducing themselves, Marsha went to the toilet first and true to his word, Josh turned away while Marsha got into bed. Taking her clothes, Josh hung them on the back of a chair. Doing the same for Bob, he turned out the light before removing his pants. Unknowing to either, Josh never wore underwear and his huge, flaccid cock swung between his thighs. Marsha thought she would never stop shivering. She had never been so cold in her life. "Honey, you don't put out any heat and I can't get warm. Let me in the middle, so I've got something warm on both sides." "Are you sure?" Bob whispered. Bob had felt the huge rod slap against his ass cheeks when Josh got into bed. "Yes, I'm sure. What do you think is going to happen with you laying here? Think I might seduce our host?" Marsha whispered back. Making the change, Marsha felt Josh roll over, so he faced her back. She, too, felt his gigantic manhood, but thought it was his arm or wrist, pressing her backside. Until she got warm, there was no room for other thoughts. Soon, Marsha was toasty warm and comfortable. She felt a rough, calloused hand cup her breast and knew Josh was copping a feel. Without even thinking, or making a sound, she removed his hand. Within seconds, it was back in place, squeezing and tweaking her sensitive globe of flesh. She thought, "He's been kind to us, let him get his thrills for a few minutes. Nothing else is going to happen. He's just a lonely old man." Having her breasts massaged was just what Marsha needed. She no longer thought of whose hand was doing it. She was dozing off, when she felt his fist force itself between her legs. This was too much! Reaching down, Marsha was prepared to pinch and scratch the invader with her sharp nails. His hand was completely through her thighs, because she could feel his arm pressed against her pussy slit and pubic mound. Marsha instantly knew, she had grabbed the largest cock in the world! She was so shocked, she simply squeezed the huge head. Coming to her senses, she released him, as he slowly withdrew. The old man began dry fucking Marsha, slowly and steadily. At first, Marsha was livid with rage, but slowly calmed down when she realized no harm was being done. Bob was snoring and dead to the world. This was something she would have to handle herself. His large muscle was rubbing her wet slit and throbbing clitoris. Marsha knew she was on the verge of an orgasm from his harmless actions. It was impossible to keep her ass from meeting his thrusts. Never, would she have ever dreamed of doing something so deliciously wicked. Suddenly, Josh raised her thigh, and on his next thrust, his cock-head was attempting to enter her vagina. Holding her thigh out of the way with his elbow, his fingers spread her labia. Before Marsha knew what was happening, the huge mushroom head had popped inside her love canal. "Aaah! It hurts! It hurts! Please, No... No... Don't!" Marsha groaned. Bob turned his head and asked, "What's wrong honey?" "I've got a cramp in my leg, but it'll be okay in a minute. Go back to sleep, Dear," Marsha answered. Josh had never stopped forcing his way inside her pussy. Now, about four inches had spread her wide, and six more were attempting to follow. Her pussy slowly stretched to accommodate each centimeter of his raging tool. He had pulled her back toward him, so each and every inch would penetrate deep inside her tight pussy. Josh had never fucked a white woman before and he was going to screw this young wife all night. Her husband was in for a surprise tomorrow. Pain had been replaced by intense pleasure. Already, Marsha had achieved several mini- orgasms, but she knew there was a monster climax building deep within her stomach. Once Josh had his cock inside her body, Marsha knew there was nothing to do, except enjoy, and pray Bob never woke. She knew this was totally wrong and forbidden, but it felt so good! Having an old black man fucking her in the same bed as her husband was exciting beyond belief. Never, ever, would she go out and deliberately cheat on her husband. This one time was fate and nothing could be done to avert it. The trip, snow, windshield wipers, everything had been planned for this moment. How could anybody change what was fated to be? Josh was holding tightly to this young wife's thighs, pulling her into his powerful thrusts. Except for those movements, there was no reason her husband would be disturbed. Josh was careful to keep her from touching Bob's snoring body. Fucking her from behind was the safest position under these circumstances. Marsha's inner body was heating up, as she felt waves of pleasure emanating from deep within her pussy. Josh reached around her hip and tweaked her already throbbing clitoris. Marsha grabbed a corner of the pillow, stuffing it into her mouth to muffle the groans escaping from her chest. The rubbing and pinching of her sensitive love bud was driving her crazy. That, and the huge monster thrusting in and out, was more than Marsha could bear! She screamed into the pillow, as the scalding tendrils of pleasure engulfed her entire body. Josh felt his load of black man's seed erupt from the throbbing head of his long unused cock. Spurt, after thick spurt, shot into her young body. He could feel her body quivering from her own intense orgasm. Finally, his black baby maker slowed, and then stopped its secretions. Millions of his seed were fighting to be the first to reach the prize. Holding his huge rod in place, preventing the escape of a single drop, Josh relaxed. He smiled at how easy it had been to fuck this white woman, and knew he would repeat the act before she left. Taking a small towel from under his own pillow, Josh pressed it between her legs, as he pulled his flaccid prick from her gaping cunt. He whispered into her ear, "Hold that in place. It's too damned cold to get up." For the moment, Marsha was too tired and relaxed to think. She was asleep, almost immediately. Before daylight, Josh added more wood to the old stove, wanting the room to warm up before waking his guests. His plan for how to warm the unsuspecting wife was firm in his mind. He had already been fondling her sleeping body and was sporting a raging hard-on. Marsha moaned when Josh twisted her puffy clitoris, but she didn't wake. He positioned himself between the splayed legs of the sleeping wife. Smiling to himself, he aimed his swollen rod at Marsha's unprotected slit. Josh loved the feeling of rubbing his huge cock in her cunt juices. He rubbed his pole up and down the sleeping woman's vagina a few times before bearing down on the spread opening. Her pussy was still very tight, as it stretched around the large mushroom head. Marsha's eyes snapped open, when she felt something huge, hot, and hard enter her vagina. Before she screamed for help, awareness of what was happening shot through her. "No!" She hissed between clinched teeth. "Not again!" Marsha squirmed and twisted, trying to get away before it was too late. Her struggles caused another four inches to enter her slick canal. Afraid of waking her husband and knowing he would find out the truth, she ceased her movements. As his stiff iron bar slid smoothly into her tight vagina, Marsha felt an intense sensation of pleasure. No matter the circumstances, her husband had never brought such ecstasy. Marsha's pussy was still overly sensitive from the earlier ravishment, and already, she felt the first signs of am impending orgasm. When his coarse pubic hair ground against her swollen clitoris, it triggered a blissful wave of heat throughout her body. Not able to control herself, she was fucking back on his short forceful strokes, meeting each thrust with one of her own. Marsha wrapped her legs around his hips to give him easier access, trying to pull his manhood deeper into her already filled pussy. Bob was blissfully unaware of what was happening only a few inches from his body. In his dreams, he was fucking his sexy wife on a gently rocking sailboat. She was moaning beneath him, as they arrived closer and closer toward a mutual orgasm. He loved having sex with his beautiful, young wife. Marsha knew her pussy was being stretched beyond repair, but the waves of pleasure consuming her body were all that mattered. Never, had she imagined being filled by a gigantic black dick. Neither would she have ever believed, a penis of such proportions, could bring such intense gratification. Josh was fucking with long, slow strokes, but alternating with a series of short fast strokes that kept her guessing and was driving her crazy. Josh knew this white wife had never experienced the joy of being completely filled before tonight. She had gotten a taste of giant black cock and would never be satisfied again with anything less. Hearing her low groans through clinched teeth, Josh knew he was going to shoot another massive load of his potent cum any second. Covered in perspiration, Marsha gripped the muscular arms of this old man, as her entire body tensed in the first throes of an explosive climax. Millions of neuromuscular tendrils discharged their heat, as Marsha reached a gigantic orgasm. Her pussy contracted around the black monster responsible for this unbelievable sensation. The contractions around Josh's prick put him over the edge. With force of a cannon, his mighty tool shot a great gob of cum deep into her body. Load after load followed, as his plum sized balls emptied their seed once again. Marsha wrapped her arms and legs around Josh and held him tightly until every last drop was drained from his balls. Already, she wanted him to fuck her again. Twenty years earlier, Josh would have been happy to comply. Now, he was only anxious to get guests out of his house and off the property. So far, he had been lucky, but luck was like money, it soon disappeared. Later, after cleaning the ice off their windshield, the good-byes and thank-yous were said. Josh happened to comment, "Didn't you say you were from Houston?" "Yes, we are," Bob replied. "My youngest son works at that Space Center there. Here's his phone number. Would you call him up and tell him about out visit?" "I'd be more than happy to call him, maybe even have lunch," answered Marsha. Staring into her eyes, Josh said, "He's bigger than I am." Bob thought that was a strange thing for the old man to say, he must be getting senile. By the time Bob and Marsha returned home, she couldn't seem to sit still. There was an itch deep inside her pussy, an itch so deep, Bob didn't come close to scratching. Marsha knew exactly what she needed and she had the phone number of the scratcher. *** Was Marsha pregnant? Did she use the phone number in her purse? Did Bob find out? Did he become a cuckold for black cock? This isn't 'Days Of Our Lives'. Use your imagination. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 60