0 comments/ 165825 views/ 26 favorites An Act of Kindness By: Jake Lost I was looking forward to getting back home. I had driven to my mothers house to visit my family. My mom lived about 500 miles away and the drive home was going to be a long one. I am about eight months pregnant and my husband felt a little uneasy about me making the trip alone. Before I left we brought the car in for a tune up and everything was fine. With the local garages o.k. and my trusty cell phone in hand, my husband decided that I would be safe for the trip. Everything was going great until the drive home. I ran into some harsh weather and the main highway was shut down. Unfamiliar with alternate routes and very pregnant, I didn't know what to do. I tried calling my husband but the cell phone wasn't working. I was able to drive to a local hotel and decided to use the phone to call my husband and get a room for the night. When I got to the pay phone I was terrified by the fact that I had forgot my purse. Here I was stranded in a hotel in the middle of nowhere with no money, no identification and pregnant. To make matters worse, there was no vacancy even if I did have money. I walked over to the couch in the lobby and sat down and cried. I was at my wits end and didn't know what to do. Just when I was about to totally lose it, somebody patted me on the back and asked what was wrong. I looked up and saw a black woman with a concerned look on her face. I explained my problem to her and she gave me money to phone my husband. As I was telling him about my predicament, she came over to me and said that I could stay in her room that night. She was very helpful and I felt totally comfortable knowing that in this crazy world there are still kind people around. Tamara and her husband were vacationing and just enjoying a relaxing drink when they noticed me and my troubles. They bought me a meal and told me that they reserved the last room available and it was a two bedroom suite. I thanked them and told them that I would definately pay them back. They didn't seem to concerned about that, they just wanted to help out a deserted pregnant woman. I grabbed my overnight bag and went up to their room. The room was a beautiful suite with two seperate bedrooms. We all were tired and decided to call it a night. I used the bathroom and put on my maternity night gown. It was a thin nighty with small shoulder straps. As I looked into the mirror I noticed my full breasts were blossoming under the white gown. I put my blonde hair into a bun as my fair white skin glistened. I still looked good as I displayed that "glow" that pregnant women had. I walked out of the bathroom and settled into my room. I noticed Tamara was wearing a skimpy little nighty as she hurried into bed. Her husband was wearing sweatpants and nothing else. He was a muscular black man with a shaved head and dark black skin. I nervously got into bed as this was the first time I ever met any black people. Remembering their kindness relaxed my nerves and I shut my eyes to get some sleep. As I slowly drifted in and out of conscienceness, I heard some strange noises coming from the other room. I could hear some slight moans coming from Tamara. I sat up to hear a little better. I could hear moans that coincided with slaps of skin on skin. I naively made my way to the door, tip-toeing as quietly as possible. When I looked out into the other room I saw Tamara kneeling on the bed, facing me with her head buried into the matress. Her husband was mounted behind her and was screwing her doggy style. I am not a voyeur, but this sight had me curious. Her black ass was high in the air as her muscular black husband thrusted back and fourth. I watched intently as he continuously rammed her from behind. My husband and I never experimented much and I was totally caught off gaurd by what I was witnessing. They tried to be quiet but Tamara was really starting to squeel. She was acting as if his cock was splitting her in half. He told her to keep it down as he tensed up and drove his manhood deep inside of her. I could tell by his actions and expression that he was filling her up. From my angle I could not see his black manhood but by his long thrusts I figured it to be massive. He gasped in relief as his mighty black sword was stuck deep inside of her. I watched intently as he pulled his cock out of her and laid it on her back. I was shocked by how massive his black cock was. I could only guess but it appeared to be almost a foot long and as wide as a baseball bat. His enormous black love muscle had me entranced as I never seen anything so powerful in my life. It was jet black and spewing drops of cum as Tamara breathed deeply and tried to recover from what obviously was a tremendous fuck session. He backed away from her and his now limp cock almost hung to the floor. He was hung like a horse and I shuttered to think what would happen if something like that tried to penetrate my innocent white fur trap. I quietly went back into my bed and tried to fall asleep. Being eight months pregnant, I couldn't get comfortable but after the long day I found myself drifting off. It must have been around three in the morning when something woke me out of a deep sleep. I had a strange feeling that I wasn't alone in the room so I fumbled around for the light next to the bed. As I turned the small light on I noticed that Tamara's husband was standing at the foot of my bed. I was groggy and startled. I asked him if something was wrong. He told me to be quiet as he didn't want to wake his wife. He said that he noticed me in the doorway watching as he made love to his wife. Embarrassed, I apologized. I told him that I thought I heard something and I was there for only a second. He said that it looked like I was enjoying the show. Nervous, I apologized again and said that I was justing taken off gaurd by it. He asked me if I liked what I saw. Startled and somewhat frightened, I lied and said I really didn't remember since I was there for only a quick second. He then said "let me refresh your memory" as he pulled the draw string from his sweats. His pants fell loosely to the floor as his enormous black mounting rod shot out to attention. My body trembled as I nervously asked "what are you doing"? He said "I never met a white women who didn't want a big black dick". Scared, I quickly retorted, "I am a married woman, eight months pregnant, I don't want anything from you or anyone else". He said, "I can see it in your eyes". I said "I have only been with my husband and I intend it to stay that way". Slightly pissed I continued, "what about your wife? She is just outside this room". He countered "After having this massive cock, she is to tired to know what is going on". I told him to get out of my room. He said not until he had a pregnant, married white girl. I was in total panic mode as I stood up and made my way to the door as I exclaimed, "I'm leaving"! He grabbed me my by my arms and said "not so fast". He forced me against the wall, while his massive black cock rammed into my pregnant stomach. I pleaded with him to let me go. I said I'll scream and wake up Tamara. He told me that if I didn't keep quiet and do exactly what he said, he would beat me and force a miscarriage. I trembled in fear as my heart sank. My husband and I were so excited to become parents that I would do anything to save my baby. He asked me if I understood and I tearfully shook my head yes. He let go of my arms and felt my pregnant stomach. Terror raced through my veins as he said, "I never fucked a pregnant bitch before". He pulled my nightgown off me and admired my pregnant body. My tits were mountainous as they were primed for motherhood. Although I was pregnant, I remained in great shape. He bent down and pulled my panties down. My thick blonde bush was moist as he licked his chops. He stood up and grabbed my swollen breasts. As he groped my delicious fun bags he stated, "I always wanted a white girl". I felt weak at the knees as I stood there, pregnant and on display for this powerful black man. He leaned in and took a breast into his mouth. His warm tongue tweeked at my swollen nipple. He regriped my hard breasts and agressively started to suck my tits. I shut my eyes in disgust as my breast were tender and so sensitive to the touch. With my pregnancy, I experienced a stronger sex drive and my body started to betray me as his constant sucking set my chest on fire. Guilt raptured my body as His warm mouth felt so good on my sensitive full breasts. I started to tear up and wimper as he continued to squeeze my fun bags and lick my darkened nipples. My swollen nipples started to spew a little milk as he eagerly sucked my tits. The thought of breast feeding this horny black man started making me wet. He squeezed and sucked one breast, than the other, slowly milking me dry. I cried with excitement as I was determined to fight off my bodies natural instincts. He never slowed down as he constantly sucked my tits. I was breathing hard as my pulse was racing. He caressed my pregnant stomach as he sucked me dry. As I was losing my fight with my carnal instincts, he stood up. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. My tits were sore and spent as he layed me down on my back. I begged him to stop as he spread my legs wide and exposed my hot wet pussy. His head disappeared under my pregnant stomach and then I felt a warm sensation slash through my moist loins. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and went to work. I started to moan as he buried his face into my yearning treasure. I griped my swollen tits and cried "Nooooo!" as he hungarily started to eat me out. It felt so good but I didn't want it to happen. He was licking my swollen pussy lips and deep into my core as constant hot flashes shot through my body. I begged him not to take my innocence as he continued to run his warm tongue through my warm wet cunt. I was horrified by the thought of my wonderful husband and our pure marriage as I was being ate out by a black man. He reached up and held my hands as his hot tongue found my melting clit. I was slightly disgusted but would do anything to protect my unborn child. I squeezed his hands tight as my whole body tensed up as he sucked on my clit. I dug my heels into his back and squeezed my legs together. My sexual instincts were taking over as I let out a primal moan as a thunderous orgasm started to brew deep inside of me. He relentlessly ran his warm tongue through my slippery snatch as my stimulated clit started to burn. I thrusted my pelvis up to meet his tongue as I cried out, "NOOOO!". He held my hands down as I let loose with an intense orgasm. My wet cunt was contracting as he licked up my joy juice. My body went into spasms as the wild orgasm had me flopping around like a fish out of water. I could barely breath as he tasted my love. My heart was racing as he continued to eat out my quivering cunt. Drained, I stopped squirming and tried to pull myself together. He was still licking my juicy pussy as I regained my senses. I grabbed his head and tried to pull it away but he was much to powerful. I pleaded with him to stop but he wouldn't. His hot tongue was lapping up all I had to offer as my drenched pussy started to regain it's form. He pushed his thumbs into my gash and peeled my pussy lips apart. I started to cry as he licked deep into my once proud pussy and rebooted the carnal passion that was deep within me. His warm tongue was penetrating my love canal deeply as I couldn't believe my body would betray me this way. My mind said no but my body was begging yes. I trembled as another hot flash rushed through me as my blood filled my erogenous zones. I didn't want him to know how much my body was reacting to his oral assault so I begged him to stop as I thrusted my pussy up to take his tongue in deeper. This big black man was sending this pregnant white girl into a naughty fit of desire. I started to tremble as my body was getting close. When I wanted it more than ever I started to moan and just like that, he quit. He stood up and I really "sobered up" as I stared at his monsterous black cock, pointed straight at my opening. My mind was at it's crossroads. I loved my husband dearly and never cheated on him. He was my pride and joy and I never needed anything more, but... This black cock was unbelievable. It was dark black and so long and thick, I really wanted to get on my knees and suck it dry. I didn't know what to do as my marital instincts were battling my erotic desires. It was like an angel, my husband, was on one shoulder begging me to stop, and the devil, mr. chocolate thunder, was on the other shoulder whispering in my ear, yearning to fuck my brains out. My marital instinct drew first blood as I spoke out, "please don't do this". He gripped his huge black snake with one hand and started to rub it through my wet snatch. The gigantic cock head was twice the size of my opening. Without saying a word, he definately scored one for his side. He leaned over me as my pregnant white stomach touched his rippled black abs. He put his face right in front of mine and said, "just relax and I garantee you that my big black cock will make you hotter than my my tongue did". I reached up to push him away but he grabbed my arms and pinned me down. He repositioned himself lower so he could adjust for his great length. He continued to hold me down as his tremendous black cockhead was knocking at my door. I cried "noooo!" as he thrusted forward, allowing for my slippery cunt lips to stretch and allow passage to his gigantic black meat. My eyes rolled back as I gasped at the unbelievable feeling of my white cunt opening for his tremendous black cock. He rocked slightly back and fourth, allowing for a little more of his big black snake to slide into my burning pussy. I bit my lip and moaned as my hot cunt was starting to adjust to his monsterous black missle. As he held my arms down he told me to raise my legs so that he could enter me without putting his weight onto my pregnant stomach. As I raised my legs my cunt spread a little more as his massive black cock passed my husband territory and penetrated deeper. I started to squeel as his big black mounting stick was reshaping my husbands pleasure hole. I started to pant as it felt so good. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed as he penetrated deeper than I thought was imaginable. He started to thrust slow and deep as my stretched cunt was taking him in with more ease. He looked up and moaned as my tight white cunt squeezed his big black cock. He whispered, "you have a sweet pussy" as he drove his rod deeper. As he slowly fucked me my blood started to boil. His massive cock was just what I needed. My inhibitions were lowering as I was starting to really enjoy his monsterous size. I wasn't ready to let him know I was loving this so I just shut my eyes and moaned. He started to fuck me faster and harder. I was moaning louder and louder as he really was giving me the wood. I gasped as he thrusted hard and held it. I realized that this was the first time I had felt his tremendous black balls slap into my ass. He wasn't totally inside of me yet! The intensity inside of me began to boil. He started to thrust again as the adreneline inside of me was going crazy. He held me down and fucked, with every other thrust I felt the warmth of his huge sack slap my ass. The size of his gigantic black cock was driving me to a continuous orgasm. As he fucked me his black cock was penetrating me deeper and deeper. I was ready for the whole thing. This interracial slam fest was all I could take and without thought I blurted out "fuck me! fuck me deep!". With that he opened his eyes and stared directly into mine. I was sweating bullets as he stopped. He leaned in and pushed his lips against mine. I met his kiss and parted my lips. With that we allowed our tongues to meet and we kissed deeply and as passionately as I ever have. He pulled himself up and hammered his black cock home. I screamed, "YES!" as he fucked me fast and hard. I bucked against him as he slammed his huge black cock through my drenched cunt. With tremendous force, he buried all he had into me as my cunt tightly contracted around his amazing black cock. He let go of my arms and pulled back, withdrawing his huge black manhood from my obliviated white snatch. His rock hard black cock was at it's best as it shined with my cunt juice and throbbed. The veins were sticking out as it was at it's maximum length. It was the most powerful love muscle I had ever seen. I eagarly dropped to my knees and started to suck on his big black cock. I double fisted him and still had plenty of cock to take down my throat. I knew I couldn't deep throat him but I was going to swallow as much as I could. His huge cockhead filled my entire mouth as I sucked his sensitive tip. I pushed down hard as I allowed his black cock to pass my tonsils and rest deep down my throat. I bobbed back and fourth continuously, only taking time out to lick up and down his long shaft. I licked and sucked his tremendous black fuck stick for all I was worth. He was breathing heavy as I continued my attack. I had precum on my face and leaving a sticky trail from the tip of his massive cock to my teeth. I deepthroated him repeatedly and jacked him off at the same time. He started to thrust back and fourth so I let go off his cock and allowed for him to mouth fuck me. He held the back of my head and thrusted fast and hard. I was taking him down my throat deeper than ever. The massive width of his black manhood didn't allow for my gag reflexes to kick in as I was taking him down my throat like a pro. I grabbed his ass with one hand and caressed his mammouth balls in the other as he buried his cock into my mouth. He started to moan and mumble as I felt his testicles tremble. With a hard thrust he scored the majority of his king-sized dick down my throat and tensed. His cock seemed to widen in my throat as I felt a warm sensation deep down my throat. Only when he withdrew did I taste his thick cum and realized what happened. I had never swallowed before but I quickly decided I liked the taste of this black cock. I swallowed all I could and licked up what I couldn't. He pulled my hair out of the way and admired the sight of a pregnant white woman on her knees and swallowing the cum off of a big black cock. I continued to suck his dick, not for his pleasure but so I could get him to fuck me once again. His big black dick was intoxicating and I wanted it bad. As I continued to lick the remanents of my ultimate blowjob, I felt his black monster grow. I buried his black cock deep into my mouth and bobbed fiercely. As I sucked his dick the lights suddenly went on in the room. It was Tamara! She finally awaken to find her man's big black cock down a pregnant white girls throat. She was outraged. The look in her eyes was scary. Her husbands cock was still in my mouth as she attacked like a wild animal. She got to about 3 feet from me when he grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground, violently pulling his cock from my mouth. He lamely tried to explain himself as she struggled to get to me. She was calling me every name in the book as I kneeled there with her man's cum in my hair and dripping from my face. She cried and asked, "why, after all I did for you, you fucking ho!!". I didn't know what to say as she continued her verbel assault. Tamara's husband's cock was still as hard as a rock as he carried her to a chair. She was kicking and screaming as he found some cords by the phone and tied her to the chair. He looked at me and said he had to feel my hot white pussy on his big black cock one more time. Like a dog in heat, I shook my head yes as Tamara was going crazy. He walked over to me and took my hand and walked me to the bed. He asked me how I wanted it and I told him to lie down on his back. Tamara was telling me she was going to kill me if I touched her man again. I ignored her as I looked at the incredible big black cock that looked like the space shuttle ready to launch. I crawled over him and stood up to position my slippery warm snatch over his volcanic black cock. As Tamara cried I lowered my hairy pussy to meet his huge manhood. His big black cockhead found my hole and I moaned as I slid down his pole. His massive thickness was mesmerizing as I lifted slightly and lowered down for more. My hot pussy was over matched as it worked overtime to make room for this tremendous freak of nature. As I slid down his black pole, I moaned loudly, he moaned loudly, and Tamara screamed "NOOOO!". I was being split in half as I slowly took more and more in. I lifted and lowered, deeper amd deeper and deeeper. He reached up and caressed my pregnant stomach and full breasts as I rode his huge cane. Tamara was really getting loud as I started to orgasm. I wasn't all the way down yet and I already exploded with a strong orgasm. I was moaning nonstop now as I slid on his pole and took more in. I grinded my pussy down hard as he moaned in approval. Pleasure was peaking through my body as I had a wild desire to fuck this black stallion like never before. I rode him hard, slamming my hot cunt down and taking more of his tremendous meat into my sweat filled body. You could hear a splash everytime I slid down his huge cock. I was going wild when he grabbed my hips and pulled me down. I screamed in passion filled delight as I now landed his entire massive black cock. Tamara was beside her self as I really grinded my hot cunt down on him. She was screaming so loud that the desk clerk was pounding at the door. I wasn't holding anything back as my hot cunt was stretched to handle his tremendous black power stick. I fucked him hard as we all were moaning and screaming. Tamara cried for the desk clerk to open the door as I rode her husband like my life depended on it. I was screaming, "YES, YES, YES...!", as the desk clerk finally opened the door and came in. I was in a mighty multiple orgasm as he made his way into the room. Desire ripped through my veins as I was almost unconscience with unbridled passion. His chin almost hit the ground as he watched a pregnant white chick ride a gigantic black dick. I was in the middle of my thunderous orgasms as he tensed and moaned. His huge black cock exploded and he shot load after load of warm thick cum into my fertilized body. Tamara and the desk clerk watched in silent awe as we both hit our orgasmic climax at the same time. An Act of Kindness It all started out innocently enough. I can't believe I let it happen. I'm not that kind of woman. I would never... Well, I did, and truth is, I enjoyed it! I'm 32, a devoted wife and mother of three beautiful girls, ages 5, 9, and 11. My husband and I have been married 12 years and attend church regularly. I teach a Sunday school class, he is a deacon. We have a storybook marriage, really we do. We always talk out any problems that come up, we always agree on major purchases, we love and respect each other. I don't think I look like a woman who's had three children, because I try very hard to take care of myself. I exercise every day, I eat right, and I think it's working. I'm 5 feet, six and weigh about 115. Curves in all the right places, not too many extras. When my husband and I go out, and I'm dressed up with makeup on, I still get second looks from men who see me. I have shoulder length brown hair, a pretty face, nice legs, and slightly larger than average breasts. I don't think I'd ever be thought of as a 'knockout' but I do ok, considering. A few months ago, I took a job in a local factory as a temp, running a machine. All that was available was on the evening shift, from 3 to 11, so that really put a crimp on our family time, since my husband works in the insurance business from 9 to 5. We arranged for day care after school and then my husband spent the evenings taking care of the girls. Sometimes, though, he would have to go on a business trip and then his mother would keep them until the next morning - so they could sleep all night and not have to wake up to go home when I got off work. She lived near their school so it was no problem for her to get them to school in the morning. I would never admit it, but I was actually enjoying my time 'away' from my family. I found that I looked forward to going to work every afternoon, because it freed me from the constant demands that were pulling me this way and that - the girls needed me to do things for them, my husband always had something he needed me to do. I was getting burned out, and this job provided much needed relief. Let him take care of them for a while, let him see how hard I work every day just to keep our family fed and school work done, clothes washed, the whole thing. Let him take care of all that, and he might appreciate me more. There was one man at work who I became friends with. He was around 45, John was his name. He was in great shape for a man his age. I wasn't really looking, but I did notice that he seemed solid and muscular. His job was to keep all the machines running, and he would have to come around to work on mine sometimes. It started out that we would talk when he had to come to my machine - then he started coming around at break times and then lunch. We got into a routine where we would spend all our breaks and lunchtime together. We enjoyed each other's company and found that we had a lot in common. You know how, with some people, you just don't ever 'feel' that you can trust them, and you talk about trivial, meaningless things? Not so with John. I found myself completely comfortable talking with him about everything. I felt no need to be 'on guard' or careful about what I said. With John, we could talk about deeper meanings, thoughts, ideas, and dreams. He was non-judgemental and let me talk when he saw I needed to. He was a good listener, and offered only insights, never criticism. I looked forward to my talks with John. He paid attention to what I said, and he picked up on the unspoken thoughts. I learned that his wife had died years earlier, and he lived alone, over an hours drive from the factory. I found myself confiding in him my reasons for working second shift, and we talked about a variety of 'personal' subjects. I was comfortable with him, moreso than I can remember being with any man. (actually, even my husband, but I'd never admit it). Yes, we did engage in some light flirting, some inuendo's, some teasing, but only because we were so comfortable with each other - we both knew it was only in fun and nothing would ever come of it. I actually found myself attracted to John - in a physical way - but of course, I'm a happily married woman... Well, one day it started snowing. My husband was out of town overnight on business, and the girls were scheduled to stay at their grandmothers that evening. It snowed all afternoon and evening. Heavy snow. By 10pm, the radio was saying all highways in the area were closed. John and I talked at break time, and he said it looked like he'd be spending the night in his truck, since he had called around and all the motels were filled. He said he was prepared, having an overnight bag and several blankets in his truck. I couldn't bear the thought of him trying to sleep in his truck in the middle of a blizzard like that, so I asked if he'd come to my house and sleep on our couch. He didn't want to impose and was very reluctant, but I insisted, and finally he agreed to stay. We decided to both go in my Navigator since it had four wheel drive and his truck didn't. When we left the factory, we stopped by his truck so he could get his overnight bag, and I told him he wouldn't need to bring any blankets. I had an awful time getting home, since there was over two feet of snow on the streets then. We finally made it, and I pulled into my garage and closed the door before we got out of the Navigator. Actually, I was concerned about the neighbors seeing a man who was not my husband coming home with me. Even though we're just friends, and there was nothing untoward going on, it's better for them not to know. John thanked me again before we even went into the house, saying "I really appreciate this, you know. I hope your husband doesn't mind you dragging a man home!" I assured him that it was not going to be a problem. I had neglected to mention that my husband wouldn't be home, because I knew John would probably have refused to stay. I had also neglected to mention that the girls wouldn't be home, either. One problem though. John noticed the other stall empty, and asked where my husband's car was as we were going through the door into the house. I didn't answer until we were both inside and I closed the door behind us. "Oh, I forget to tell you, he's out of town tonight. He'll be back tomorrow night. And I might as well tell you, the girls aren't home either. I knew that you would refuse to come if you knew we'd be here alone, sO I just failed to mention it. We're both grownups, and we know nothing's going to happen, so it's not a problem, is it?" I said, teasing him with a mischievous grin. John just shook his head, saying, "YOu are something else, lady. Always thinking about others. YOu had to make sure I had a warm dry place to sleep tonight, and you KNEW I wouldn't even consider coming here if I had known. Thanks. And I'll be sure to be on my best behavior! Wouldn't wanna get myself thrown out in the snow in the middle of the night!" I showed him the couch and led him to the guest bathroom so he could get changed. I went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed. When I came back down wearing warm pj's and slippers, John was on the couch watching tv, wearing flannel pj's. I offered him something to drink, saying that I usually have a glass of milk and a light snack after work, while I get wound down. John said that whatever I had sounded good to him too. I brought in two glasses of milk and some cheese for us to snack on, and sat at the other end of the couch while we watched the news. The weather showed the snowstorm was going to continue through the night, but they were forecasting for it to clear up by daylight. When we finished our snacks, I went to the closet and made sure he had enough pillows and blankets to be comfortable. After taking our empty glasses and plate to the kitchen, I wished John sweet dreams and headed upstairs. He just said, "Thanks," as he got settled in on the couch. Halfway up the stairs, I yelled down, "breakfast is at 8 sharp!" and he acknowledged with "oh, ok!" I went on to bed, leaving my door open as always. Lately, we seldom closed the door. Not much ever happened that we'd need to close it. I couldn't sleep. I was still awake a half hour later, and I remembered that I hadn't taken my daily birth control pill that I usually take every night before bed. Not wanting to wake up John, I crept slowly down the steps, on the way to the kitchen where all the pills and medications were in the cabinet above the sink. Halfway down the steps I glanced over toward the couch. What I saw changed my life forever. John was laying on his back with his eyes closed, stroking his penis! The blankets were thrown down around his feet and he actually had his penis out. It pointed straight up and looked huge! I had only seen my husband's before, but this one - it had to be at least six or seven inches long!! I was in shock. Totally mesmerized by the sheer enormous size of it. I knew it was wrong, and I should turn away, but I couldn't. I stood there riveted to the spot, mouth open, gaping in awe at John's huge penis. I remember the word 'gigantic' going through my mind, along with perverted thoughts of touching it myself. That moment transformed me. Then suddenly I found myself actually wondering what it would be like to touch it. No one ever has to know, I thought. It had been so very long since my husband had been able to satisfy me, or even willing to try. I felt the wetness begin between my legs. The desire. The craving. From that moment it was as if I were in a trance. It was as if I was watching myself from above, slowly moving one step at a time. closer and closer to John. Silently, stealthily creeping closer, eyes locked on his c... uh, his penis. I watched myself reach the bottom step and start across the carpet to the couch. I silently crept toward him and quietly sat on the coffee table, eyes never moving from that monstrous c... uh, I mean penis. His eyes were still closed and his strokes were speeding up a bit. I swear I saw a smile cross his face. I had to touch it. I simply had to. I told myself I only wanted to help this poor lonely man who had been such a good friend to me, but in reality I wanted much more. I wanted his p...., no, I wanted his cock. I found a part of me emerging that had lain dormant for years - the sensual, wild, sexy part of me that only comes out in the middle of orgasm. The slut that just wants to fuck and be fucked. Nothing else matters but cumming. I whispered softly,"could you use some help with that, John?" as I covered his hand with mine. Just as I expected, John panicked when he opened his eyes and saw me looking at his cock, reaching out to touch it. He quickly tried to put it away, blubbering excuses, but I quietly 'shushed' him and took over with his hand job. "Don't say a word," I whispered, "this isn't happening. It stays between you and me, and only this one time, ok? Please let me do this for you..." as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began to slowly stroke it. "Just lie back and relax, John, close your eyes and enjoy!" I said, quietly. John let his arms drop to his sides, sighing in resignation, "Whew...busted." As I held his cock in my hand, I was amazed at the heat radiating from it, at the sheer size of it, at the soft velvety skin, and the hardness just below the skin. I dropped to my knees beside the couch, and began using both hands to caress his cock. My face moved closer and closer to his cock, as I wanted to get an up-close look at this monster. I knew I would never see one this big again, and I wanted the image burned into my memory. The musky scent seemed to pull me closer, and I brought my lips close to the tip. It bounced and touched my lips, leaving a drop of moisture behind. My tongue licked it off my lip and I found it to be a bit salty and tasted very nice. I wanted more. I had never done this before with anyone. In high school, some of the class sluts described it in great detail, and I started to do it with my husband once, but he said it was perverted and I never tried it again. I leaned forward and closed my lips around the tip. I looked up, watching for his reaction. John's eyes flew open and his mouth dropped open in shock as my lips touched him. The smooth skin felt hot on my lips as I closed my mouth over the head of John's cock. My tongue circled the head as I held it just inside my lips. I looked up at John to see how he was doing. His eyes were closed and his mouth forming the word, "ohhhh" as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. I parted my lips slightly to allow some spit to drip out and coat his cock as I slid more of it inside. When I felt the head bump against the back of my throat, I moved higher to change the angle, which let his cockhead slip right on down my throat. I felt my gag reflex kick in,constricting my throat around his cockhead, and quickly pulled back a bit. John only groaned. After taking a deep breath, I pushed forward, sliding his cock further and further down my throat, until my lips were against his pubic hair. I actually felt a huge sense of accomplishment! John's giant cock was completely inside my mouth! I slowly slid back and didn't stop until the head was just inside my lips, then after another deep breath, slowly pushed forward again. Over and over, deep inside my mouth and back out. By now his cock was glistening with a mixture of my spit and his precum, which bubbled out around my lips as I sucked him. I became a wild slut, bobbing up and down his cock, fucking him with my mouth. Nothing else existed for me, I had to make that beautiful cock shoot it's cum, and I was torn as to where I wanted it. Even as I sucked him, I felt my pussy throbbing, and in my mind I wondered how that giant cock would feel - filling me like I've never been filled before. I was hotter than I've ever been before - and so very wet - I could feel the coolness of the liquid dripping down the insides of my thighs. I made my decision in just a few seconds. Without missing a stroke, I slid my pj's over my hips, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I quickly unbuttoned the top, and threw it off. I was on my knees in front of my own couch, bent over naked, sucking a man's cock who was NOT my husband, seriously considering climbing on and FUCKING him right then and there!! I pulled my mouth away as I climbed onto the couch and moved to straddle him, a knee on either side of his hips, "John, whatever you do, don't move!" I commanded him, my hands gripping his shoulders as I settled in on top of him. I felt his huge cock brush against my pussy hair as I moved into position. I leaned forward slightly, and used one hand to guide him to my pussy. I was wetter than ever, and his cockhead easily parted my drenched labia. I let myself sink onto his hard cock in one long, smooth motion. "OH MY GOD!!" I screamed out as John's huge cock entered me for the first time ever. "OH, FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!!" I yelled, feeling myself totally and completely filled with hot cock. Never before had I felt anything that big inside me! I felt like a virgin again! I found myself pressing downward against him, wanting every fraction of his cock to fill me. I felt the tip pressing against my cervix, and revelled in the fullness and the hotness and the wetness of it all. I threw my head back and rocked myself forward and back on his cock, letting the steel-hard shaft press against my clit, feeling it throbbing with wave after wave of pure sensual pleasure. Then I slowly began to raise up, higher and higher, until only the tip was still inside me. This time, I dropped onto it, ramming it deep inside me once again, feeling it fill me instantly. While grinding against it, I pressed backward, pushing the shaft against my clit, wich shot pleasure through my entire body. I collapsed forward against John's chest, pressing my breasts against him, finding his lips and kissing him as my hips automatically raised again, fucking him slower now, slipping him in and out of my hot wet pussy, settling into a slow steady rythm. Our tongues intertwined as we kissed, hot and wet, while we lay there fucking. I was totally in awe, never having felt such pleasure within my body - ever. We fucked for what must have been an hour, him thrusting up into me, and me pressing my pussy against him. I raised up a bit and fed him a nipple which he happily sucked between his lips while we fucked. Then the other one, then our lips met and we kissed more. I felt so very FILLED, every crevice, every fold of my pussy stretched to the limit by his huge cock. We began a cycle, first just pressure and not much movement, then slow in and out stroking, then I kept him imbedded deep inside and just let my pussy squeeze him, rocking forward and back ever so slightly. It happened all at once. It was like a tidal wave that came crashing over me out of nowhere. When I felt it begin, I grabbed John's shoulders and raised myself up on stiffened arms, pressing my pussy down harder against him. I cried out, "OH GOD, JOHN!! OH FUUUUUUUUCK!! OH, GOD, I'm CUUUUUMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!" as I felt my pussy spasming and his cock shooting jet after jet of hot cum inside me! John's hands held my hips and guided me up and down over his cock as it filled me, using my body to fuck his spasming cock. I collapsed against him as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstacy washed over me, his cock still throbbing inside me. I felt his hands cup my ass, pulling me hard against him as he filled me with his cum. I can't remember feeling this close to anyone ever before. This was without question the most intimate bond I could ever imagine between two people. For just this moment, this man's magnificent cock was my entire world. We lay there entwined for several minutes, as our breathing slowed and our heartbeats returned to normal, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat. John began to speak, and I quickly "sshhh'd" him with a finger to his lips,"don't say a word, John, this is not happening. YOu're just having a dream..." as I began to disengage myself and slide down lower, kissing his nipples and then his belly along the way. My lips found his soft, slippery wet cock, and I sucked him inside my mouth, surprised at the sweetness of our combined juices as I licked him clean. I gave his cock a final kiss and found my pj's, slipping them on quickly. I stood and whispered,"remember, John, this never happened....goodnight, and pleasant dreams to you, my friend!" as I turned to leave. In the dim light, John smiled and mouthed the words, "thank you" as I turned away. I made it to the kitchen, then got back to bed, promptly falling asleep - totally fulfilled - more satisfied than I ever remembered in my entire life. I'm sure I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Next thing I know, I smell bacon. A glance at the bedside clock confirms that it's 8am. Then the memory of last night flooded my mind. All I could think was Oh MY GOD, what have I done? I quickly threw on a robe and headed downstairs. John was at the stove, presiding over the bacon and eggs. He looked up and smiled, saying"Good morning, sleepyhead! I was up so I thought I should get things started...you DID say breakfast was at 8...sharp!" No mention of last night. Good. For just a moment, I was beginning to wonder myself just what actually happened. That WAS real, wasn't it? Is it possible that I dreamt it? My tender pussy - still leaking John's cum - told me it really DID happen. I smiled back at John, saying,"Uh, well, I guess I overslept! Actually, I had a REALLY nice dream..." as I grinned at him. "Well, as hard as you work, you deserve to sleep in once in a while! I'm glad to be able to help out a little," he said, grinning back at me as he flipped the bacon over. "I mean, after all, you *did* take me in like a poor stray dog - just trying to earn my keep, ma'am," John said, "And, I had a pretty nice dream myself..." He grinned for a second, then turned back to the stove. An Act of Kindness Ok, I thought. We're not going to acknowledge what happened. Perhaps that's just as well. Like I said, a one time thing - now nothing more than a memory for us both to cherish forever. I can live with that. I smiled. "I'll set the table," I said. * * * * * Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Remember, voting is nice, fives are *super* nice, and feedback is even nicer!! Thanks again! An Act Of Kindness I caught the flash out of the corner of my eye. Looking up from my desk I swung my chair around to look out of the window. It was raining hard outside and I had been so engrossed into my work that I had not noticed. I looked at my watch and was surprised to see that it was past six o'clock already. I leaned back in my chair and stretched my arms out over my head and yawned. Looking back down at my desk I shook my head and decided to finish the rest of my work on Monday morning. "You're the boss," I said to myself. "Send yourself home for some rest." After all I did own the company. The only reason I was still here on a Friday night this late was because I had let three out of six of my office workers off for the entire week. The very first employee I had hired, or rather my wife had hired at that time, Sheila had a son getting married. That had been fifteen years ago and I was only twenty-two then. Shelia's son was getting married somewhere in the Bahamas and two of her office mates had become great friends over the years and wanted to attend the wedding also. I grabbed my jacket and headed out of my office shutting the light out as I left. Once I got outside I realized that it was raining harder than I had thought. To make matters worse the wind was blowing so hard that the rain was hitting with some force, stinging a little bit. I made it to my car in record time and shed my jacket. I loved this car as much as I could love a material possession. There were two reasons for that. Firstly I had always wanted a Jaguar and it was my dream car and everything I had hoped it would be. Secondly and most important I had bought the car with my wife's insurance money after her death a little over a year ago from cancer. She had made me promise to do that, as she knew I had always wanted one but would not spend the money on it. She told me I had built her dream house and this was something she could do for me. She had joked that she wished she could die a couple times so she could get me a houseboat to. She was great that way. Always trying to make me feel better about her being terminal. She was and still is the most unselfish and loving person I have ever seen or been near. I still missed her dearly and when it was at it's worst I would go for drives in the Jag because I could feel her with me then. Getting onto the interstate was uneventful and almost peaceful even though I was sure the rain had picked up some more. I was only driving a few miles over the speed limit even though the Jag felt impervious to rain I knew it was only as good as the tires were. I had been passed by a few people who were not as cautious in the rain as I was. In the same respect I had passed several people who were thinking the same about me. I was coming upon another such car when it blew a back tire and got as little sideways. The driver done a good job getting it to straighten back out and started off onto the shoulder of the road. I could see through the rear window just well enough to see a head of hair that had to be a woman's and no one else in the car with her unless it was a small child out of sight. I pulled over behind her to offer assistance and left my car closer to the road than hers was to use as a shield to protect myself. I turned my flashers on and got out of the car. She had seen me pull in behind her and had rolled her window down just a little bit and asked "Can I help you?" as if I was the one needing assistance. I knew she was just afraid to get careless with a strange man on the interstate and I was glad she was. A woman had to be careful these days. I could see she had medium length brown hair and she may have been pretty. It was hard to tell in those conditions. "If you pop your trunk latch for me so I can get the spare tire out I will change it for you. You can stay dry in the car. It should not take but a few minutes," I informed her. "I can call AAA to come change it but thanks for asking" she said. "They will most likely be swamped and take a while to get here and plus it is not safe in these conditions to set on the side of the road like this" I replied. I could see she knew what I said was reasonable so I continued, "I understand that you are being cautious and I am glad to see that. A lady has to be careful now. You wont have to get out of the car the entire time I am here" I assured her. Without hesitation she replied, "Alright and I really appreciate this. I will pay you for the help." I smiled at her "That wont be necessary. Just pop the trunk for me and I will hurry to get you back on your way home." "Thank you very much," she said as she was reaching for the trunk latch. I walked to the back of the car and was already well soaked just from our short conversation. I opened the trunk and pulled out the spare tire and was surprised to see a hydraulic jack in the trunk as well. That was the touch of a man for sure. Most women just leave the unsafe little scissor jack in the car. I assumed it was her husband that had put it there. Pulling the jack out I knelt down on the ground to find a safe place to put the jack under the frame of the car. After getting it jacked up I had the tire replaced within a few minutes. I put the flat and the jack back in the trunk and closed it. She had rolled her window down a little bit again and I hollered up there as I patted the trunk, "Alright it is ok to head on home now. Have a safe trip." As I headed back to my car she tried to shout something out at me and I waved my arm up in the air to acknowledge whatever she was saying. I figured she was just going to try to force payment on me and I wanted to avoid that uncomfortable situation. I saw her exhaust as she started the car. I was pretty chilled and soaked to my bones from the rain and cranked the heater up on the Jag. I pulled out and seen her pull out behind me and I headed on home. Once I got home I got out of my wet clothes immediately and settled into my hot tub. It was part of my wife's dream house. She had had it built in a small-enclosed room right off the master bedroom. Sliding glass doors made up the two outer walls. The outer bedroom walls were on the other two sides. In winter time we could just keep the sliding doors closed and stay warm and see the beautiful snow. She had loved the snow but hated the cold so this was the best of both worlds for her. In warm weather we could sit in it and enjoy whatever breeze would come through the doors also. I found myself sitting there wondering what the woman in the car had looked like. Odd I thought as I had not thought of another woman since my wife's death in any normal form for a man. I was hit with a twinge of guilt. I got out of the hot tub once I felt relaxed and warm. Took a shower and laid in bed and read until I fell asleep. I must have slept well because the next thing I knew I was being woke up by the sunlight coming through my bedroom window. I slid my legs around to the side of the bed and sat up and stretched. Deciding even though I didn't need one a shower would feel good about now. Just as I was rinsing off I heard my doorbell ringing. Knowing it would be my buddy Ted I shut the shower off and threw a towel around myself. It was a nice but not overly expensive area my wife had had our house built so I knew it wouldn't be a solicitor. I opened the door holding the towel around my waist still dripping water. To my surprise it wasn't Ted but instead it was an attractive blonde woman in her thirties if I had to venture a guess. Once again I felt guilty because for the second time in two days I had thought of a woman's looks. "I'm sorry," I said. "I thought it was someone else or I would have been dressed more appropriately before answering the door" I apologized. I was wondering who this lady was and what she wanted. Looking away but not before taking a quick scan of my chest and shoulders she turned her head shyly. "I apologize if this is a bad time," she said. "I can come back at a more convenient time for you." Curious now as to whom this was and what she wanted I said "that's alright. Is there something I can help you with?" I asked politely. "You don't recognize me from last night do you?" She asked. You changed my tire last night in the rain." Sensing my puzzlement she answered the question that was on my face. I am sorry for probing but I got your license plate number last night and my brother and sister are both police officers so I had them get me your address this morning." "Oh, I am sorry. I didn't recognize you. I never got a good look at you last night. Please come in and I will get dressed" I said. Taking another quick look at me clothed only in a towel she thanked me and followed me in. "Have a seat in the living room and I will be right back" I said as I walked out of the room. I was wondering if she was looking at me as I walked away. I realized that the guilt I had twice felt was no longer making it's presence felt. Going into the bedroom I put on a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. Nothing fancy, as she was dressed casually. After combing my hair I headed back into the living room. "Would you like some coffee or anything to drink?" I asked her, as I looked her over myself with a quick glance and afterwards realizing that it was probably just as obvious as hers had been. I was pretty sure she was in her mid thirties and she was still quite attractive. She had smallish breast and her hips probably were not as thin as she wished for. As far as I was concerned she was just about right though. I had always liked hips on a woman and breast were not that important. "No thank you" she answered. "I was nervous last night when you stopped and offered to help last night so I used my brother to make sure you wasn't someone I should be afraid of." "I came over to ask you and your wife or girlfriend out to lunch as a way to say thank you." "Actually I have neither right now" I informed her. "My wife passed away about a year ago." She put her hand up to her face and said, "I am so sorry, I didn't know" her voice trailed off. "That's alright," I said. "No way you could have known." "It's just that I knew this beautiful house had a woman's touch for sure" she replied. "Thank you. She" I hesitated "Kerry had a way of turning anything into a nice place to be." "I can see you still love her a terrible amount. I really am sorry to hear about your lose" she said. "That's nice of you to say," I told her. "Now about that lunch I appreciate that offer but you really don't have to," I told her. "Please let me," she asked. "It is the least I can do to thank you. If today is not convenient then you can tell me what day and time will be convenient for you," she said almost in a pleading voice. I smiled at her and said, "no today is fine and if it will make you feel better I accept. You pick the place and I will follow you there." "I wont hear of it," she said. "I will drive us both there," she said feeling more comfortable with me. Not one to argue with a lady I smiled and said "This way then" while sweeping my arm towards the front door. I was not unaware that this is the first time I had been this comfortable in front of a lady since my wife had passed away. Realizing as we got out to the car that we had not introduced ourselves I said, "As you already know my name in Stan Huntsmer." I extended my hand not sure if this was the proper thing to do here or not. "Silly me" she said taking my hand. My name is Cathy Thoams" she finished with a shy smile. She made small talk on the drive to a little Greek Restaurant not far from my home. I had passed it several times but never ate there. Once we were in and seated I realized I hadn't ate anything last night and lunch yesterday was my last meal. I found out over lunch that she had been married for twelve years but had been divorced about the same time as when my wife had passed away. He decided he wanted a woman ten years younger than she was. His loss I reassured her. "Well I can't blame him for wanting a younger woman" she told me. "I'm not exactly young anymore. I furrowed my brows and she noticed the look and asked with a sly smile "What?" "If I may ask, just how old are you?" "I am thirty-six" she said. I know my surprise showed on my face. She must have thought that I was thinking that she was older. "Really?" I said. "I had you pegged for early thirties and I would prefer a woman with class to a younger one any day." She blushed and said "Thank you" softly. "I am serious" I said. Not wanting to sound like I was getting to carried away but realizing that I liked Cathy as a person already. "Kerry used to say the same things and I never understood why. She was perfection in my eyes and you are every bit as attractive as she was," I said seriously. I noticed then that she was blushing and tried to stammer something but to save her embarrassment I interrupted her. "I'm sorry, that was probably a little forward of me," I admitted. "No, not at all" she told me. "I must admit it has been a long time since I have heard such a compliment and I appreciate it very much." She now had full control of her mind again and continued on "I hope I am not being to forward and I will understand if you say no, but I would like to see you again" she finished looking me in the eyes to gauge my reaction. Trying to be calm but feeling like a teenager inside again I replied in what I hoped was a smooth, steady voice. "I was thinking of how to express the same thing to you." We ended up spending the rest of that day with each other and Sunday also. Next thing I knew over six weeks had passed and we had spent nearly every evening together. We were without a doubt in love and were talking marriage already. She was a lady and I treated as such. The subject of sex had come up but we had not made love yet. Until one Saturday afternoon after we had walked and done some bird watching together. She had to go to her niece's baby shower that evening and had brought a change of clothes with her to my house. She had asked on the phone the night before it was all right to shower and change there so she would not have to rush our time together. No way I could refuse an offer like that. I went across the hallway to the guest bedroom and showered there. As I was getting out of the shower I heard the master bedroom door shut so I know she was finished and out as well. I got dressed and went across the hall to get a pair of penny loafers from my closet in the master bedroom. When I opened the door there to my surprise was Cathy completely naked with her back to me brushing her hair in the mirror. She spun around instantly covering her breast as she turned. Thinking I had looked longer than I should have I spun away from her. Knowing though it had all taken place in an instant. Having trouble finding the words for the first time with her since I had lunch with her that very first day I said "I'm sorry. I heard the door shut and thought you were finished." She was silent for a second and I heard no movement behind me. "I forgot my brush in my purse and ran out to get it while you was in the shower. When I was coming back down the hallway I heard your shower had stopped so I ran into the bedroom and shut the door faster than I should have in my hurry," she explained. "I will wait in the living room for you" I said reaching for the door. "Wait" she said making my heart race faster than it already was. "I ran in here because I am not comfortable with my body as I have told you before but you have seen it now." "Is it as bad you thought it would be?" she asked me. What I found surprising was that she was serious. I could not understand how she could mean that. I had seen nothing (and I had gotten a nice look) that would make me think she was less than incredible. Choosing my words carefully I said "from what I seen you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I admit I looked harder than I should have but I could not help myself." I did not hear her walking up behind me on the plush carpeting of the bedroom but I felt her hand touch my shoulder and it startled me. She giggled a little bit at that and the ice was broken. She gently put pressure on my shoulder telling me to turn around without saying a word. I turned making sure I met her gaze, keeping my eyes above her neck. That was not an easy temptation to resist. Once I turned she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips and then stepped back a couple of feet giving me a full view of her. Looking her over for a few seconds and looking back up to her face she was smiling nervously. This act had taken an immense amount of courage for her considering her insecurities with her appearance. I met her smile with one of my best and stepped forward into her embrace. We kissed with more passion than we had ever done with each other and it felt so right and so natural. She walked backwards guiding me to the bed slowly. Once she felt it against the back of her legs she sat down on it breaking our kiss for the first time. I knelt down to kiss her once again but she stopped me. "Undress for me now" she said. "You have seen me and now it is my turn." I could feel myself blushing and could not believe it was happening to me. I stepped back with an obvious erection showing though my pants and lifted my shirt over my head. She stared at my chest and shoulders and said, "I have dreamed many times about caressing that chest after seeing it that first day. Seeing you only in that towel was the closest I have ever came to lust at first sight" she confessed. I was no muscleman by any means and had a bit of a belly. This obviously did not bother her any at all and that gave me confidence to continue as my gaze had for her. I unzipped my slacks slowly starting to enjoy the suspenseful feeling that was building in the room between us. Being a typical male though and not being able to draw anything out to long I pulled my underwear down with my pants. She whistled once I had stepped out of my pants and giggled at her self again. I had never considered my self more than average physically and that included my erection. It was right at seven inches long but had always done the trick for me in my marriage. She lifted up hand and motioned me over with one finger. I walked the few steps to her and getting ready to bend down to her again for a kiss was stopped once again. This time to my surprise it was so she could take me in her mouth. Instantly it felt as if every nerve in my body came alive and joined in on this sensation. I could not stand much more of this and stopped her after only a couple of minutes. Putting my hands on her waist I guided her to the head of the bed never taking my eyes off of hers. She finally allowed me to give her another deep kiss. I stopped this one after half a minute and smile at her as I slowly kissed my way down her neck to her breast. She was no more than a small B cup but on her that seemed so right. She had signs of having lost weight but it all looked perfect on her. I sucked first one nipple into my mouth rolling it gently across my tongue and then went to the other one. She arched her back upwards each time as her way of saying I was on the right track. I then started slowly kissing my way down her belly towards her awakened treasure. Feeling her quiver as I breathed upon it lightly I gently ran my tongue up and down it separating her lips. Each one I separately sucked into my mouth enjoying her squirming and now her moans. Avoid her clit I used my tongue in a phallic manner making her grab my head with both hands. After only two minutes of this I sensed her closeness and moved up only an inch or so and then attacked that with the hunger of one who had not eaten in days. This was all it took to set her off. I was surprised at the violence of her orgasm and the strength of it as well. An Act Of Kindness Kissing my way up her body slowly and stopping at each breast again I let my excitement brush across her now soaked heaven. This was more teasing than she could handle and she pulled me up to her kissing me fully on the lips running her tongue around my mouth. This almost put me in an embarrassing situation as she had me as excited as I could ever remember being. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes and I knew what they were saying. I entered her and could not remember a sweeter feeling in the entire world. Moving slow as not to end this to soon she started to quicken the bucking of her hips after only a few seconds. It was not long before I could feel the pressure building up into me and I knew the end was near. She grabbed my head and kissed me once again with more passion than the previous ones. I felt her tighten around me and her groans escaped her as I reached my limit also finally releasing all my passion into her. I collapsed onto her to catch my breath. No words had been said the entire time. No words had been necessary and we both knew it. I rose up after a minute and was shocked to see tears on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing is wrong you fool," she said kissing my nose. "I have never felt more beautiful or loved in my entire life. Thank you" she finished as more tears started to come. Then I realized that I had a few tears of my own. I had finally moved into a new stage of my life and I knew with Cathy that Kerry would approve. It was only two months after that, that we got married. It was a beautiful wedding and neither of us had ever been happier. Cathy insisted we get married on the same day that Kerry and me had gotten married. She said she knew Kerry would always be in my heart and that was all right with her. This was her way of thanking Kerry for letting go of my heart I think and allowing me to move on. An Act Of Kindness I had just returned from the hardware store when I noticed a car slowly pulling into my driveway. Immediately I noticed two things. One, the driver was cute, and two, she looked very frustrated. I walked over to the car and said, "Hello, can I help you?" She replied, "I don't know. My car started slowing down a mile back and then just died." "Hmm, sounds like the alternator. See if it will start." She turned the key, but nothing happened under the hood. "I think we should call AAA and get it towed. C'mon inside. Its cold out here." She stepped out of her car. Cute did not due her justice. Long dark hair, impeccable makeup, and a long coat that exposed stocking feet and heels. And tall, deliciously tall. She followed me in and I gave her the number for AAA. She talked for several minutes with the dispatcher and hung up with a sigh, saying, "They say it will be an hour and a half before someone can come." "Ouch," I commiserated, "Well, you are welcome to wait here." "Thanks," she replied, "but could I make another call first?" I gestured yes, and she make another call, this one much quieter than the first. When she returned, I asked if everything was all right. She said that she had to cancel an appointment and was frustrated by that. "I'm sorry," I replied, "tell you what, could I make you a cup or tea or coffee or mix you a drink?" Her dark eyes brightened, and she said, "Oh sure, why not? How about a Cosmo?" I smiled and went behind the bar to start mixing two Cosmos. "Make yourself at home." She hesitated briefly, then undid the tie of her coat and slipped it off. I nearly spilled vodka everywhere when I saw what was underneath. A white halter top strained to hold two very large breasts. A tight red miniskirt clung to her hips, accenting long slender legs. She had an incredible body, tanned and fit, and yet something seemed odd to me. I managed to complete the drinks and hand one to her without dropping it and pondered what her "appointment" had been. She smiled and said, "Still glad you invited me in?" "Absolutely," I stammered, "why would I not?" She wandered over to the bar and leaned over the top, facing me, displaying cavernous cleavage, and said, "Well, not everyone is comfortable having a sex worker in their house." "Fine by me," I mumbled, "I'm just envious of your clients." She stood up and walked closer to me. Standing close, she whispered, "You've been awfully nice to me. I don't think you have to be envious." She took my hands and brought them to her chest. I groaned as my fingers sunk into her big tits, kneading them through the fabric of her top. She reached behind her and untied the halter. It fluttered down to reveal gorgeous DD breasts. I could not help but pull her nipples, twisting them gently. She smiled, "You like my big titties, don't you?" I was speechless. My cock was so hard and sensitive that I nearly jumped when she reached for my groin. She unzipped my jeans and knelt down in front of me, saying, "Let's see what you have for me." She released my cock from my pants and started to stroke it. I started to tremble. She looked up at me and smiled, bringing my cock close to her face, "I'll bet I can make you cum in sixty seconds." Not waiting for me to reply, she opened wide and took the head of my cock in her mouth. She immediately started bobbing her head back and forth. By the fifth stroke, she took me all the way down her throat. She fucked me deeply with her face, the head of my cock repeatedly forcing its way down her throat. She was right. I groaned loudly as my cock started to pulse. She jerked her head back as I came violently. The first spurt shot down her throat. She started pumping me with her hand as I continued to spew all over her face and chest. Finally, I slumped back. She stood up and said, "Now look what a mess you have made of me, you naughty boy." Indeed, cum dripped down her face and over her huge rack, down onto her mini skirt, which now bulged tightly between her legs. I stared, then looked into her eyes. "You've been holding out on me," I accused. "Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean for you to find out." I gently pushed her back onto the couch and knelt in front of her. I pulled up her mini skirt to reveal a very hard cock underneath red panties. "This is so hot, " I breathed as I pulled her panties off and started petting her dick. She handed me some lube and I started massaging her dick with long slow strokes. My own cock hardened as she groaned and writhed. I brought our cocks together and stroked them with one hand, then focussed on her again. I could see and feel she was getting close, her eyes closed, her fists clenched. Her eyes popped open though as I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her ass. "Yesss," she shuddered as the tip of my dick pressed into her. I started stroking her faster as I thrust up into her. "Ahhh, ooooh, uh-huh, oooohhhhhh, YES!" she cried as she came, shooting cum all over her chest and stomach. When the last drop of cum feel from her cock, I pulled her legs up and started fucking her hard. The feel of her tight ass squeezing my cock and the sight of huge tits shaking with each thrust and dripping with cum had me on the edge. "C'mon baby," she grunted, "fill my trannie ass with your hot cum." A few seconds later, I blew wad after wad deep in her, as she screamed YES at the top of her lungs. I collapsed. She calmly stood up and smiled at me. "Consider yourself well thanked. Now where is your shower?" An Act of Kindness We were drenched with sweat as our cum was everywhere. I leaned back on my arms and allowed for our bodily fluids to drain into each other as we became forever sexually connected. We both were motionless as the tremendous orgasms raptured our bodies. You could have heard a pindrop as it was obvious that this was a magical sexual encounter. We were breathing heavy as finally Tamara spoke out. She cried out for the desk clerk to do something. He watched in a jealous awe as I was slowly pulled off a mountainous black cock. Cum was dripping from my shredded snatch as his black manhood shined. He told the desk clerk that everything was alright as he quickly threw me my clothes. I dressed as he explained to the desk clerk to allow me to get in my car before he untied his hysterical wife. The desk clerk was too stunned by the events to object. He told me that the roads were clear and I took that as the go ahead to get the hell out of there. I could hear Tamara scream as I exited the hotel. I got in my car and drove home. I couldn't believe what I had done. It was so not like me. I vowed to put it behind me and never tell a soul. Things were back to normal when I got home. I gave birth about three weeks later to a beautiful baby girl and we lived happily ever after. The only thing I have left to remind me of the adventure was the 13 inch black dildo called "king kong" that I bought as soon as I had a chance.