2 comments/ 17942 views/ 5 favorites For Sacrecco By: qualitywheat Heather was sat in her picture window looking out into a starlit sky; it was 9:00 at night, and it was dark in her sitting room. She had turned off the lights, it was a beautiful night watched by an equally beautiful woman. Her soft angelic hazel eyes were filled with tears of sadness, what was she going to do now? This very day had been the day of her husband's funeral, and now she felt she had been left with nothing. Although her now late husband had left her with a rich monetary future due to insurance policies he had wisely provided them with. And also a healthy bank balance. His death had been as sudden as it was unexpected; he had just collapsed in his office suffering a massive heart attack from which there was no recovery. She was on her own this night, they never had had any children, and the reason for that was his impotency. Both of their families lived away, what there was of them. He had been a good loving husband; the only thing he had ever lacked in life was his performance in bed. He hadn't been well endowed and under performed when making love to his wife; although he knew of it, he did always try his best to please her, but sadly had nearly always failed. Heather had never blamed him or complained, they had been to specialists to find a treatment for him and his erectile and potency problems. But it had all ended in failure. Her only satisfaction had been with the use of a vibrator, and even that had its limits. So now here she was sat alone in her window with seemingly no future, 35 years old and no one to love or comfort her. Oh how she wished for one moment to be in the arms of a strong loving man. Who could and would care for her, and take her to heights otherwise never attained, or likely to now. To dominate her in a loving way, control her, to look up into his eyes as he fucked her and made love to her. With an abandon and ferocity that would almost break her heart. To make her desire for the love, and the submission to be brought to the surface of her loving heart. So she could give, and hand over her life to a man that would give her all she wanted. Heather is beautiful, she had never been unfaithful to her husband in 17 years of marriage, and even with his problems she would never entertain infidelity. She was a statuesque woman, tall straight and voluptuous, with a natural grace and elegance that was inborn; her weight was just right at 133lb's. Her centre parted auburn hair was curly and wavy at the same time, down past her shoulders, her forehead was slightly flattish and broad, that made her big wide eyes appear even wider, bright hazel eyes, that when they caught the light, would almost dazzle you. Set on high cheek bones narrowing to a smooth rounded chin, encasing her lovely heart shaped full lips that pouted all on their own, without any prompting from her. A long swallow neck down to white creamy satin smooth skin. Shoulders that led on to a sumptuous body, she was all sensuous women. Full, but not large breasted, with long legs that tapered to small shapely feet. She was glowing with a healthiness that any woman like her loved, even on this sad day. But she hated thinking what she was thinking right now, she wanted to be in a loving mans arms. Some one who had arms like Jerome who lived down the hall 3 doors away in her apartment block? Jerome was a black man of African origin; he was a personal fitness trainer. Heather had employed him a few times in her home to teach her a fitness regime which he had. She had got to know him fairly well, and knew he was single. She had, felt a lust for him she had never felt for a long time, but because she was married had never shown or acted on it. He, on his part did know, he was the kind of man who could smell a woman in lust. His charisma and internal charm and 6th sense allowed him to feel a woman's urges, shown or not. When ever he went to some one's home he would always make sure he was wearing thick pants or shorts, with purpose made underwear that would contain his huge appendage, to avert any misunderstandings. He often got a hard on because some women were just stunning, but he did after all have a well earned reputation to guard. But it was his mind that was the power behind his persona, when he spoke everyone listened, his voice had a deep mellow baritone mesmeric quality, and he could hold his audience with ease. Jerome was 28 years old, 7 years her junior, but a lifetime ahead when it came to knowing what a woman desired. He was extremely good looking, 240lb's, 6ft 4" tall and built like a brick shithouse! He was big in every sense of the word. Big arms, big hands, big feet, big every thing, and his prick was well in keeping with his natural size, once a woman had insisted on measuring it, and told him it was 10.5" long and nearly 2" wide in the middle. Broad shouldered, powerful flat chest, narrow waisted with a washboard stomach you couldn't buy, set on tree like legs, all of this, but he wasn't a knotted muscular man, his power and stature was a natural gift from mother nature that he had enhanced through training. He had, the very day before today been spotting a lovely newly married blonde in the gym. She had made it patently clear, she was at home on her own through the week as her husband worked away, and would he like to call round for a coffee sometime? He had kindly declined. And what number of women had found out was that he was well hung? Lots had. He would laugh when he overheard men, who bragged of the size of their manhood and prowess. But none knew except those women that he was hung like the proverbial horse! He knew he was a strong long lasting lover that could fuck a woman to heaven and back before coming himself. He didn't believe in playing around if he was in a relationship, and he was single now, because he was looking and waiting for the right one to come along. He had thought that if he ever met a woman like Heather, who lived down the hall. Then he would be happy if he could get her to love him, as he would love her. He had attended the funeral that afternoon, and knew Heather was at home and on her own. He pondered whether to go and knock on her door, and ask if she needed anything or wanted some company. He wasn't thinking of anything else, she was sad, he knew that, and he truly wanted to offer her comfort in her hour of need. He dresses in light cream pants, and a white short sleeved top. He headed down the hall to her apartment, hesitated but then knocked. He waited a moment and thought maybe she had gone to bed. As he turned to walk away the door opened, and a lonely sad looking Heather peered out, and smiled wanly at him. 'Er, hi Heather,' he said, 'Sorry for knocking on your door so late, but I just wanted to know that you were okay, or if you wanted to chat, or needed some company?' 'I know it must have been a tremendously hard for you today, and I knew you were on your own?' 'Jerome, hello, yes I am on my own, but I don't think I would be very good company tonight, thank you anyway.' Heather replied. 'It's not me who needs the company Heather, but me who wants to be of some assistance to you if I can?' He said. She smiled at that, and invited Jerome in to her home. 'Would you like some tea Jerome?' Heather asked him. 'That would be lovely,' he responded, 'can I help?' 'No no, Im okay, I won't be a moment, please make yourself at home.' 'Right,' he said, and went into her sitting room and sat on the sofa. Heather had changed from her funeral black attire and had on a simple yellow dress that ended at her knees. She returned with a tray and set it down on the coffee table. Then sat on the sofa about a foot from Jerome, her nearness made him breathe deeply. He wasn't here to try and seduce her he was here to offer comfort on this sad day for her. But his big black cock didn't care about that, it twitched to life. It was near a beautiful sexy woman and it wanted to fuck her regardless of her position. Heather for her part, felt the lust again for this powerful body that she had encountered during her marriage, her heart fluttered in her chest. She poured the tea and they chatted about this and that, he asked if he could do anything to help. Heather smiled and said demurely. 'No, but thank you anyway.' Then she suddenly burst into tears, huge drops fell from her eyes and onto her lap. She hung her head, and said to no one really, 'Oh I feel so alone, and so sad and lonely.' Her tears almost broke his heart; he moved to her and clasped her in his huge powerful arms. Heather allowed him to hold her tight and moved herself into his thudding chest. His prick grew unbidden; he couldn't do anything about it. Here he was holding the beautiful woman of his dreams, and his fucking cock was bellowing at him to, 'get me in her fucking pussy!' She wrapped her arms around his waist and said, 'please Jerome hold me, just please hold me.' He did, he petted her, kissed her hair, shushed her and told her he would be there for her for as long as she wanted him to be. She raised her tear stained face to him, smiled sadly at him, and without thinking he kissed her soft quivering pouty lips. It shocked him to think he had done this, and fully expected her to pull away, throw him out and demand that, what the hell was thinking he was doing, but she didn't, she responded. Then accidentally her elbow brushed his extending prick which jumped under its own power, and that alerted Heather to it. It was then that she reacted to the situation she suddenly found herself in, she pulled quickly away. Jerome sensing her disposition let her go, and looked sorrowfully at her. He had a chance here and he knew it, but he didn't want to frighten her off. He quickly assessed his possibilities; he decided there and then that she would have to seduce herself into a position, where she couldn't deny him. She said to him quietly, 'I'm sorry Jerome but I think it might be better if you left now, I hope you understand?' 'Yes Heather I do, I'm sorry if I created the wrong impression.' He said in his deep mellow baritone voice. 'Jerome, I just don't know where I am, one week ago today Harry just up and died, and today I buried him.' 'Yes I know Heather, today is a very traumatic time for you, I just didn't think you wanted to be alone, I'll leave now and maybe see you tomorrow?' 'Yes,' Heather replied. Jerome stood to leave and as he started to walk away to her door she gripped his trouser leg, and whispered. 'No Jerome, it's me that's sorry now, please stay, I want you to?' He heaved a huge sigh of relief to himself, even though he knew she was in mourning, he also knew she wanted and needed something else now. And he felt it was Him! He sat down again, but not too close, he wanted her to close the gap. Heather did so hesitantly, 'I'm sorry,' she whispered again as she slowly and gracefully moved toward him. Jerome gently put his arm around her soft shoulder as she closed to him. Gently but manfully he held her to him, he smelled her perfume, it was intoxicating to have her this near, she herself was just as intoxicated with Jerome's man smell, his aura, his charismatic power, and his testosterone was at its highest, which added to the moment. She laid her head on his shoulder and murmured 'Oh Jerome, this is so nice, I need to feel loved and held tightly tonight.' 'Yes Heather I know, and I will do all that you need from me okay?' She pushed her left arm around his back, and her right encircled his waist, his right arm already around her. He put his left around her waist, and pulled her into a lovers embrace. Jerome still wasn't sure yet of how far he could go, he had to get her to take the initiative. It wasn't until Heather lifted lovely face up that he knew, she was silently asking him to kiss her again, he did. This time she responded in entirety. Her elbow lightly but deliberately touched his cock which obligingly twitched to order! Although he supposed she pretended it was an accident again, but he knew different. He for his part deliberately, when her elbow softly rubbed it, he moaned lightly into her mouth, this in turn emboldened her to do it again a little harder this time. Again he followed her lead and moaned softly again, this was all he needed to know now. He slowly moved his left arm backwards bringing his hand into line with her tit, gently cupping it so as not to alarm her, he gave it an easy squeeze and finding her nipple in one hit, this calmed her and placed her in his knowing hands. The kiss deepened and so did the slowly accelerating seduction of this so new beautiful sexy widow; he leaned her back onto her sofa and started the completion procedure of her now almost very willing submission. The only thing left to do now was to get her to grasp his the now very hard and big erection, of his massive prick. To let her find out for herself what was in her immediate future. He was leaning over her now as she gave herself to his kiss. And the soft touch of his fingers on her nipple as they further addled Heather's mind. Heather was unwittingly keeping up the gentle pressure on his prick, but now Jerome moved her arm intimating that her hand was in the wrong place. She coyly obliged and her shock was obvious, as her hand grasped then rubbed it slowly. The enormity of it shook her to the core, she couldn't help a gasp and a moan into his mouth as the size of his prick revealed itself. It was what she had been wanting and waiting for for more than 17 long years. All her life she had wanted to be had by a big man's prick, a prick of real size. The prick of a real man, a hulk, a stud. Her marriage had been everything to her, but as her husband had become more successful at work; his performance in the lovemaking department had waned from not very good in the first place, to almost none existent. She had read about black men but never really believed it until this very moment, and now here, under her hand, in her home, on the very day she had buried her husband. The stuff of dreams was there in front of her. She lost herself in that one moment as her hand closed around it as best as it would fit, and she declared. 'Oh my God Jerome, it's huge!' 'Yes Heather and it's all for you honey, I am going to take away your hurt, and replace it with a pleasure to you hitherto unknown, I hope?' Jerome partly stood now, bent and picked her up like she was feather, and walked off to her bedroom where he stood her down. He took her hands and placed them back on his prick as he reached behind her and unzipped her dress, sending it down to the floor. She was left in only a pair of skimpy panties and no bra. He pushed her to her knees in a forceful but gentle way; but she sank down anyway, he didn't want to be too dominating just yet. Better that she led herself into that frame of mind he decided. But Jerome knew now that his dominance was never going to be questioned. 'Take my shoes off and pull my pants down Heather,' he quietly ordered her, Heather obeyed unquestioningly, and as she undid his belt he told her. 'Now close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to do so okay?' As she did this he was pulling off his top. He wanted her to see him in all his male and manly glory. His pants came down along with his underwear and his giant prick dropped into view. Heather was kneeling on the lush carpet and kept her eyes closed. Jerome stepped back a couple of paces, spread his feet by about 3ft. Raised his arms palms up slightly above the level of his shoulders, then tensed his body to heighten the definition of it. 'Heather, open your eyes and look at me,' he said. Heather did so and felt like swooning, his body was totally magnificent; he looked like some sort of God, an Adonis. He was stood before her, rippling muscles, rolls of them down his stomach, chest expanded. His prick slightly drooping but seemingly peering at her, and he stood there before her like a huge giant black oak tree! Never had she ever seen anything like this, she had never even imagined a man could be so big in every way. Jerome's cock gave a hefty twitch, right on queue! She was bewitched, enchanted and enthralled; his prick was in sync with the size of his mesmerising body. 'Come here Heather,' he said. She started to rise to her feet, but he stopped her. 'No Heather come here as you are before me,' was his undoubted instruction, her submission now would set the seal on their relationship. 'Yes,' she whispered in the back of her throat, and she shuffled the short distance to him, never taking her eyes of him. They were glued to him, her throat was dry, her lips trembled, and her body shook with the fear, anticipation, trepidation, and utter desire as to what was about to become of her now. 'Look at me closely Heather, tell me, do you like what you see baby?' 'Oh my God Jerome I have never seen anything like it in my life, I didn't know a specimen of a man like you could even exist?' She was utterly stupefied. 'Stay there Heather and kiss me, worship me, do you want me to stay with you Heather?' 'If you do then you have to show me how much, or I may have to leave.' He gently threatened her, but didn't mean it. Her hands went to his hips and held him. 'Don't leave Jerome, not now, I need you so much, I want you to love me, please don't go?' But in the back of her mind, she knew he wouldn't. Her lips caressed the head of his super hot large prick, her immediate thought was how will I, how will he, get this in me? All her life Heather had wanted to be taken by a well hung man, a real power stud, a dominant persona. And here he was for her to subjugate herself to. The fact that Jerome was black was of no consequence to her, he had what she desired. Why she had married her husband was because she had spent most of her young life in orphanages, and foster homes, from the age of 9. He was 4 years older than her. He was a go getter, would be a good provider and husband. And they had married on her 18th birthday. But she hadn't considered or understood the end results of it, the long years yearning for a big cock had never left her. And now the purpley rounded, soft velvety head, of his gorgeous black cock smoothed it way across her lips, with the precum dripping into her waiting mouth. It was too big to get too much of it in, but she silently promised him and her that one day she would. Heather pulled away momentarily to say to him, 'Jerome I will make you the happiest man there can be I promise, please allow me to,' she murmured. Knowing these were the words that would please him. She let her eyes drift up his voluptuous fabulously strong powerful body and her pussy convulsed, she felt it heat and slide of its own volitions up and around. They locked eyes, and he smiled down at her. He smiled in not only victory, but contentment too, that he was actually with the woman that he had dreamed of being with. He would tell her eventually, but not until she was utterly and completely his, to do with what he wanted. He started backing away and around her, heading for her bed, which was all fluffy pillows and covers. As he reached it he sat down, laid back and said to Heather as she followed him, and settled between his thick legs, ' It's all yours now baby, see what you can do for me okay?' He smiled wonderfully at her. The threat clearly implied that she had better make a good job of this BJ. She did, she excelled herself, and she attacked his prick as if her life depended on it! Her head bobbed up and down over it as she literally tried to suck it off his body. She tickled and gently scratched at his balls and scrotum, she could only get the huge head in, but it was enough for Jerome at this moment, he loved it. For Sacrecco Her lips were clamped tight over the hard ridge of his prick, her tongue wrapping it as hard as she could manage. He held her head in place with one big hand, then he grunted and came in her mouth with gushes and spurts of his red hot sperm, and sadly Heather thought, lots of it fell to the floor. She sucked and swallowed down as much as she could. This in turn triggered a mountainous orgasm of her own, which just blasted away her balance, and she collapsed to the floor in ecstasy. Jerome stayed lying back, and let himself recover which was quick, he left Heather where she was, he wanted her to get herself together in readiness for her next lesson. Heather realised she was down on the floor, wiped her spunk covered face on her bedspread, and rose up to smile broadly at Jerome. 'Did you like that Jerome, did it please you? She asked hopefully. 'That was terrific honey, it can only get better Heather, and you can take that to the bank!' He told her. She beamed with pride. Jerome hefted himself into the centre of her bed and held out his arms for her to come to him, she dived gracefully on and into them. They held each other and kissed lovingly properly for the first time, it was their beginning. Her hand wandered unasked to his prick, then slid down to his enormous hairy testicles. They both moaned in unison, she wanted him now; her need for this overpowered her, as he was too. It was easy for him, and he found it easy too, she was going to be a formidable and willing submissive partner. He rolled her over suddenly, and raised himself above her. He was hard again and he was going to fuck her. He also knew she wouldn't be able to take all of him, but she would in time of that he was sure. He looked into her beautiful wide open eyes, her mouth was already in a perfect O and he hadn't got it in yet. She knew what was coming and fully accepted it, but had certain reservations for her well being. 'Jerome, please be easy with me, I have never had one so big before, but teach me Jerome, please teach me?' She whispered to him. He didn't know of her dead husband's lack of size, or performance, but already he had decided to be soft and easy at first. He told her to guide him in, she held it at the entrance to her blazing pussy and he pushed, he hardly got the head in, 'Jesus Christ,' he said to himself, 'this is fucking tight!' He pushed harder and the head popped in, Heather would have jumped from the bed if his weight hadn't held her down. 'Oh, oh oh,' she mumbled. Jerome shoved a bit harder, and got more in after pulling and pushing a while, he had about a 3rd of it in, when he sensed an obstruction. But it wasn't, it was where her husbands prick had only reached and her pussy had quite naturally closed up. He second guessed this, Heather was moaning under him, she had never been this wide open before, the walls of her pussy was clamping itself to his prick. And it was stirring unknown sensations in her body. Then inexplicably she orgasmed, and this lubricated her enough for Jerome to get more of his thick cock into her. He pushed as she came, and now he was 2 thirds in, she was in delirium with fear, and lust. She was being fucked properly for the very first time in her life, and she was in heaven, Heather had no idea that there was more of his huge prick to come. Her orgasms were running into one, he was thrusting in and out, but resisted the urge to drive it all the way. He wanted her to get used to what he had, before he gave her everything. That would drive her to almost insanity with desire and lust for him and him alone. She was he knew, going to be his woman, this was the last stop in her life, she was going to be his forever and nothing and no one was going to stop him taking her. His domination, her submission, and subjugation would be sublime and willingly given to him. He pumped away at her keeping her on the edge; never had she believed that this experience would enter her life. All she had had for these long lonely years were dreams, thoughts, wishes, and desires in her head. Now reality had come into her life in the form of Jerome because her husband had died, had he died knowing this would happen? Was it his last loving gift to her? She would never know. He drove into her more and more but could feel the entrance to her pussy wanting to open up for him, he didn't go there, but he grunted at her that he was going to come, Heather's legs were high over his back, and her arms wrapped lovingly around it too. He shot his load deep into her, the scalding sperm washed its way into her unprotected womb, where it would take with her eggs and produce a baby, it was conceived on the day she buried her husband, though neither of them knew. Heather came with him in orgasms she had never had, they blew her apart, and her body seemed to freeze then shatter into millions of pieces. She moaned his name in guttural whispers, and she wept with the uncontrollable power of it, it was sublime, heaven, and heart breakingly wonderful. Later she whispered to him, 'Jerome I will never turn away from you and that whatever you want is what I will want. I don't know where this will lead me Jerome, but I want to go to wherever it goes okay?' 'You got it Heather,' he told her. It was time to lay the ground rules, that what he said went. And no argument! 'You should understand Heather that it will be me leading you, not the other way round, you will be mine completely from now on.' He informed her. 'We will be a full scale team, but my word will be the one okay? Do you follow?' Heather quickly took this in, if she didn't do it his way, there would be no way, she had only just found him, there was no way she could ever risk losing him now, his prick was her master already. He had made that perfectly clear in those few words. She looked deep into his coal black eyes, 'I understand completely Jerome and agree, positively and fully, because I know you will care for me, look after me, and take care of my needs, and in return I will give you me completely too,' she told him. He smiled at her then, his mission accomplished unbelievably easily. He wanted their relationship established before it went any further. She was his from now on, to do with as he pleased, all she was, all she had would be his. He was on his back, Heather cuddled into him, and grasped his cock, 'Oh Jerome, I've never seen or had anything like this darling,' she murmured throatily. 'It's so big and black, so deliciously beautiful, I think it was made by God himself with me and my pussy in mind!' She giggled. As she stroked both hands up and down it. He pulled her to him as it grew again in her soft insistent hands. 'If you keep that up, you'll get a full length into you! A full one this time as well!' He warned her. Heather didn't quite understand the threat. She hadn't realised there was still about 2" or 3" to go. But it spurred her on to quicken her stroke, she imagined she was rowing a boat to dock, and her pussy was where it would tie up in. Her imagination was running wild; The Lord had taken her husband but sent Jerome to her to replace him. Jerome was planning the taking of her arse but he would have to use a vibrator first to open her up sufficiently. His hard on responded to Heathers lovely wanking and he told her softly but firmly. 'This time Heather you are going to get the lot okay?' Not knowing quite what he meant she said, 'Oh Jerome please give me all of it my darling, every inch, everything, I can't wait.' He rolled onto her, and once again she guided him in. It was easier this time, but as Jerome settled above her, he said, 'are you sure you are ready for this honey?' And he smiled devilishly as he said it. 'Yes yes Jerome I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready,' she chanted. 'Give it to me!' Without hesitation he drove it all the way in and all the way up into her cervix and womb. First it knocked the breath out of her, she couldn't speak, she tried to plead no, stop, but nothing came out of her mouth. She now knew what he had meant about getting all of it this time. Her pussy felt like it had been halved in two pieces; her stomach felt like it had swelled up such was the force of that very first thrust. Now he was backing out, seeming to be giving her a respite, but it was only momentarily, he charged it back in all the way again. Her legs were waving about like twigs in a gale, her arms were the same, she had absolutely no control over her body, and Jerome had it all! He picked up both legs and put them over his shoulders, now for it he said to himself, and he began her demise, he fucked as if he had never fucked a woman. Heather found her breath and begged him to stop. 'Not yet Heather,' he told her, 'this is unfinished business, Im gonna keep going till you accept it and shoot your load along with me.' And he did, and Heather did too, her pussy gradually and fully opened up to his draconian fucking, and wrapped itself around the invading black meat as if it were a smooth close fitting condom of flesh. He was driving in and out in a sort of controlled way, the head of his prick forcing her pussy open then closed as it found its way up and down her love channel. The connection of the two was striking, never could a pussy and a prick such as this, be as complete, every bit of his thick black prick was held by her slippy juicy vagina. They were loin to loin, hip to hip, and stomach to stomach. Heather screamed out his name as she came and came and came, again and again in torrents, his spunk shot into her as if from a water cannon, again he knocked the breath out of her. He dropped down on to her to get his own breath back, but gave Heather room to breathe too. He couldn't ever remember fucking or making love to any woman in his past as intense as that had been. This was fucking and love making at its finest. How could any man and woman ever out do what had just happened here this night, he happily thought to himself. He rose up and pulled out his now limp wet and slimy prick, and rolled off her and lay at her side, he pulled her to him, and she was still gasping. She turned on her side, kissed him softly, closed her eyes and fell instantly asleep. It was a dreamless sleep, one of total utter exhaustion because of the traumatic day she had had, one way or another. She wouldn't wake for 10 hours or more, it was exactly 1:00 in the morning when she closed her eyes. He had fucked her twice; the 2nd time was of astronomical proportions that had left her pussy in wonderful tatters. Heather had sucked him off the once. Jerome watched her as she slept and pondered their future together. This was what he had waited for, and now he knew Heather had waited for it too. They had to talk in the morning; she would have to sell this apartment as he would sell his. They would buy a large secluded house of their own. Then he could if he wanted to do, use her for his own ends, although it would only be for his personal pleasure, and he would certainly seek her approval. Jerome was certain she would obey him if she truly believed it was for him, and of that he was as sure as he could be. He left her sleeping and returned to his own home, he took her keys so he could let himself back in. When he returned the following morning he awoke her with a huge breakfast that she demolished swiftly, but only after giving her love to him, in the shape of a swarming loving hug and kiss in her bed. As she ate he told her he would be fucking her bum later, this alarmed Heather greatly. The thought of that huge black iron rod up there terrified her. He assured her he would open it up a little before doing it, but doing it he would be, and he would brook no further protestation from her. Heather lowered her lovely head and said quietly. 'Yes Jerome.' His superiority and mastery over her was now solid and fixed, and Heather was as happy as she had been for a long long time. 'We have to make plans later Heather,' he told her, 'but not before this,' he said, As he pulled back the sheets and showed her his massive hard on. Heather dove at it, her mouth clamped over the head again and she spent the next 10 minutes blowing him to ejaculation. His big hairy balls came in for particular attention, he gloried in her passion for him, and knew that her husband's dying had presented them both with this chance for fulfilment that neither would have ever have had. He had asked Heather if she had a vibrator and she showed him the two she had, a medium sized one and a larger variety. He used baby oil and spent a lot of time with them up her arse. He made her walk about with the larger one taped into her. She had many unbidden orgasms that Jerome heightened by lovingly molesting her continually. That night Jerome tied her face down to her bed, made her kneel up, so her face was down. Jerome tied her by her knees and pulled her wide apart, her arse was now totally open to him, and he told her now that his mastery of her would be finished this night. 'Do you agree with me Heather?' He asked. And told her very graphically what he was going to do. 'Oh Jerome, yes I agree, but please be gentle with me, I know I can't stop you, even if I wasn't tied like this I would be unable to stop it.' She whispered. With that he got behind her, lubricated his prick and her arse and began to push it in. Heather squealed when the mushroom head popped in, her sphincter clamped shut over it. She bit into the pillow to avoid screaming the apartment block down. The pain was overwhelming and terrible, but there was no respite for her, this was her beginning with a man she would love unconditionally now. Jerome gently began to fuck her; the process would be a lengthy one until she subsided into the bliss which came eventually. Heather never realised that it was happening until she felt her body begin to react to it by pushing back at him. He noticed and so increased his rhythm, and Heather responded more and more. He poured on more oil, to keep them lubricated. Soon Heather was moaning in pleasure and desire for them both, she was rising to an orgasm she thought was impossible. 'Jerome,' she mumbled back to him, 'please, I'm coming darling, I'm coming.' 'Then come for me Heather baby, come for me.' Jerome urged her, and she did, she hurtled into it, it sent her spinning out of control and into a dizzying explosion, which she had never experienced, she had never orgasmed like this. Jerome was taking her to places she didn't know existed. Jerome blasted his hot seed into her wide open arse, then as he relaxed and he pulled his prick out, he looked at the gaping hole that was, had been, her cute little puckered brown button, it delighted him. He untied her but not until given her a good spanking, not too hard but hard enough to cement his dominance now. She cried with the hurt and humiliation, but it had the desired effect he wanted. She blubbered and sobbed that she would never go against him, or disobey him in any way, if that was going to be the consequences. This was the moment he gave her his love, it was so high, so soft, so hard, so gentle, so giving and honest that it overwhelmed her in every way. She had been faithfully married for more than 17 years, but that gad gone now, to be replaced by something that could only have been sanctified by heaven and God Himself. Jerome knew he had been granted the love of a woman he had looked for all his life and he would never risk losing it. But his wild streak would have a say in what became of their relationship in the future. He had many high powered friends in high places who always wanted a beautiful graceful elegant lady to escort them at very important dinners, meetings and trips etc. So time would tell.