Filling up the Virgin(83)
“You really do have…have the magical touch.” There was no way that she could sit still and she found herself grabbing onto his bald black head and pressing her mound up against him even tighter. This of course pushed his tongue a little bit deeper and made him come that close to something that was considered the G spot. She knew that he was close, but she couldn’t think of any way that she could get him to realize it.
She needn’t have bothered to worry about it. He had inserted his long and agile finger and pulled his tongue free to lap seductively at her clit. He touched on the spot by giving it the come hither motion. She was literally screaming her head off with her eyes closed.
Leslie had no idea that it could be this good. She had been deluded into thinking that men were a necessary evil. Men were only good for a few moments of pleasure. Brock was making every other man that she had been with look bad.
“I think that you should kiss me.” He watched, as her eyes fluttered open and then they made out like a couple of sex crazed teenagers. He easily separated her knees and lifted her legs, so that they were up to her shoulders. He didn’t have to do anything, as his cock had begun to seek out the heat that was emanating from her body.
He saw her eyes go wide, as the plum sized head began to insinuate itself into that constricting opening. It closed around him and caressed every inch, as he slowly thrust forward. He was finally balls deep. He bit her lip, before finally letting her go.
“Don’t fucking move. I just want to lie here and look at you like this. I can feel you inside me and my pussy is screaming for you to fuck me into the mattress. Don’t do anything. Let me start you off, before you jump in.” she moved her body and his cock slid along the slippery walls of her little hole. She had to look down to be amazed by how much she had taken.
“This is your party for now, but it’s not going to remain like that forever.” He grabbed her ass, digging his fingers in and pulling her towards him with an insistence that made her feel wanted. The moans coming from both of their mouths indicated that they were lost in a world of their own sexual making.
“Trust me, I know that you are…ah…ah…a… real man.” She felt the oncoming rush of climax and then her body began to convulse like that of something of a seizure. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she twisted and turned underneath the thrusts of a muscle-bound black man that knew how to deliver the goods.
At that moment, money meant nothing to Brock and the only thing that did matter was the beautiful woman that was giving him her body. Her climax had reached in between his legs and had literally jolted his semen to the surface. He couldn’t stop it and even as it was happening, he was plainly aware that this woman had taken what she wanted. The jets of hot cream slowly drizzled to a stop. He couldn’t be any deeper and when he slowly pulled out, he loved the look of both of their juices combined on his shaft. He might’ve been down and out for a moment, but looking at her body was more enough to become his own personal Viagra.
She lay there stunned, until he turned her over and started to fuck her from behind. Each time that he slammed down on her, the wet slapping sound was like this fuse that was lit between them. She was biting into the sheet feeling the kind of pleasure that was only reserved for those women that found young men that could go the distance. It was so much better with experience and they had learned to read each other’s bodies like that of a blind man with Braille.
He bounced on her cushioned ass and then spooned her for another 15 minutes with him nuzzling her neck and pulling on her ear lobe with his teeth. Brock finally groaned in submission. She was more than ready to receive him. Her sex gobbled up what was expelled and left him breathing heavy after 4 hours of going at it like a couple of animals.
Epilogue
When she found out that she was pregnant, he was worried, but they both decided together that they would face this, as a couple. They dropped the bombshell on her uncle and he was livid. He screamed and hollered and stamped his feet, but in the end there was really nothing that he could do. They promised him that this was not a fleeting fancy and that they really did feel for one another like that of star crossed lovers.
She was dead on the mark about her mother. She became silent and walked from the room saying that she had no daughter. It wasn’t, until the baby was born and her mother was there for the birth that she finally started to realize that her daughter had her own life. As long as she was happy, then they would have her and her father’s blessing. They became the godparents and instant babysitters when they wanted to hit the town. The new couple had already married in secret in Las Vegas with an Elvis impersonator performing the service. They were both big fans and found the idea of marrying with Elvis, as something of a lark. They would most likely have a real ceremony back home, but this one was just for them.