I Got Caught Skinny Dipping Pt 2 of 2 [Mf] [Interracial] [Oral] [Titfuck] [Pronebone]

He grinned and took another half step toward me so I wouldn’t have to reach out to touch him. I suspected when he became fully hard he would have crossed the distance without having to step forward. When I released his tip from my other hand it fell and thumped against my forearm with an audible smack. Impressive. I started by gently massaging his balls with both hands. I explored his swollen sack and felt the thin tubes that piped his sperm. Because everything about him was so large it was easy to feel the otherwise overlooked parts of a man’s body and for some reason I wanted to explore every inch. I cupped his heavy balls in both hands, squeezing and gently lifting and pulling them, playing with them a little as I gained confidence.

He ran his hand through my bright red hair, sliding his fingers down my cheek and caressing my lower lip with his thumb. I instinctually opened my mouth and reached out with my tongue to feel the pad of his thumb. It just felt right. He gently pushed his thumb up my tongue and let me close my lips around it to suck gingerly. I saw his cock twitch when I did. My hands slowly slid from his balls to his shaft, caressing its length like you’d pet a puppy, watching it stir and thicken under my attentions. His other hand went down to the damp shirt I was wearing, pulling it aside to reveal one of my large breasts, the bright pink nipple already hard because of this electrifying situation. He pushed the other side of his shirt over as well, revealing my other breast. I sucked a little harder on his thumb, looking up at him as he looked down at my milky white chest. He slid his thumb from my mouth and trailed his fingers down my neck, cupping one of my breasts in each of his hands and curling his fingers underneath them for a firm squeeze.

“They *are* real,” he said, as if the thought had been killing him this whole time.

“As real as you are, baby,” I said. *Baby?* As soon as the word left my mouth I felt stupid, but he smiled down at me and pushed my breasts together, staring wide eyed at the resulting valley of cleavage he created. E cups are large, I’ll admit, but I suppose when it’s on a five foot nothing frame like mine they looked as comically large as his cock did on him. He was pleased with them. He towered over me, well over six feet tall, but my chest was still a hefty handful for him. As soon as he got a good grip on my breasts, his cock started to stand up. Apparently he was a boob guy. As it inflated, it pointed directly at me, perfectly straight, and that small perfection was enticing.

I kept stroking his shaft with my fingers as he took his time squeezing and kneading my breasts like they were stress balls. I thought about how he said he was tried from a long day at work and wondered if my breasts were literally becoming stress balls for him, a way to relax and unwind. It felt nice, I didn’t mind one bit. After a while I wrapped my fingers around his girth and wasn’t surprised that my fingers couldn’t wrap around him fully and touch together. I used the slackness in his skin to keep a decent pressure with both hands without causing any friction. As he got harder though, that slackness disappeared and soon my hands were sticking to him if I squeezed too hard. I knew that if this would go any further, we’d need some kind of lube. He pinched my pink nipples between his forefinger and thumb, twisting them just enough so I could feel it but not enough to be uncomfortable. As his cock swelled up to full size. I was relieved that the length didn’t increase that much, just the girth. He *was* a shower after all. Thank god. I noted with some amusement that he was bent over slightly, pulling his hips away from me because if he didn’t his cock would have pushed right into my face. He was being patient, letting me take steps as I was ready for them instead of manhandling me. With both hands he jiggled my breasts, almost slapping them together a few times, and watched with wide-eyed glee. “You like those, huh?” I asked, chuckling.

“Baby these might be the best I’ve ever seen,” he said. I rolled my eyes. I highly doubted it, but I was flattered nonetheless. He continued to play with my chest like it was the first time he’d ever seen boobs and I finally felt bad for him having to bend over. I reached forward and cupped his heavy balls, lightly pulling them toward me to coax him forward. To his credit, he didn’t shove his meat straight into my mouth but let me guide him where I wanted him. I pulled him forward so he was standing normally again and let the tip of his cock rest on my shoulder while I turned my head and kissed down the length of his shaft. I used one of his thick, throbbing veins as a road map and even let my tongue flick out of my mouth every so often to taste him. He was salty, but in a good way.

I kept kissing my way down him, massaging his balls with my hands and letting him play with my breasts, slowly working up the courage to get further but doing my best to show him I was eager and willing. As I approached his balls, I got a little more liberal with my tongue. They were much too large to fit inside my mouth, but I held them to my face and licked at them as if they were one of those mega sized jaw breakers. He moaned. It as a hungry, desperate moan like that of a starving man who just had a bite of New York strip. For some reason that made up my mind. One way or another, I would empty this stupidly hung black man’s balls. As his cock head rested on my shoulder, I lovingly nuzzled in to his shaft, pulling on the skin of his balls with my lips and licking the base of his shaft like I was worshiping it instead of merely teasing.

He noticed the difference in my enthusiasm and rubbed my nipples to say thank you. I used one of my hands to grasp the tip of his cock from my shoulder, holding him steady as I licked up his length with more passion than before. My tongue slid over his veins and massaged the thick muscular bulge on the belly of his shaft. I used my grip on his cock head to lift his meat over my face back and forth so I could give both sides equal love. As I worked my way up to the tip, his hands continued to play with my chest, something it seemed he would never tire of. He pushed them together, squeezed them, jiggled them, played with my nipples, anything that he felt like in the moment and I enjoyed every second.

I wrapped my lips around the swollen tip of his shaft and it was like trying to suck on a Coke can. I let go of his cock with both my hands and explored his body. My right hand went up to his toned six pack while my left hand drifted toward his powerful and muscular thighs. He was in fantastic shape, much better shape than me, but I tried not to be self conscious about it. Obviously he wasn’t bothered by a curvy little white girl because he was practically drooling over my hefty bosom. I appreciated the fact that while he was very muscular, there was still a thin layer of fat that softened the edges of his physique, making him look less ripped but more comfortable. Nothing turns me off faster than guys with bulging veiny muscles that scream of steroid use. Bulging veiny cocks on the other hand…

I relaxed my jaw and tried to take more of my Adonis into my mouth. He didn’t once attempt to push. Having plenty of experience he probably knew it wouldn’t help. I had to take my time, warm up to him and get there on my own, which he was more than happy to let me do. My hands slid from his abs and thighs around to his butt, which was as chiseled from marble as the rest of him. I used it as a handle to pull myself forward, relaxing my mouth and making some slow but steady progress. “That’s it baby. Take your time, you can do it,” he said, patient but hungry.

His hands continued to play with my chest, occasionally running through my bright red hair, but never pulling my head toward him. After a few more minutes of me sucking on his tip like a lollipop, slowly accepting more and more into my mouth, one of his hands slid from my breasts and down my stomach. His warm fingers slipped passed my belly button and wiggled between my thighs. Without a second thought I opened them for him. I was surprised at my own eagerness. I was the timid goody two-shoes, not a vixen like Courtney. Letting a man fondle me like this was not my MO. A thick finger massaged over the skin of my clit for a moment before slowly sliding down further until he found my vagina. His finger slipped in almost effortlessly. I moaned onto his cock head.

“My god, Miss Hailey,” he moaned back. For some reason when he called me ‘Miss Hailey’ I felt prestigious or honorable somehow, like he had given me a title of immense respect. To my surprise, he pulled his hips back and removed his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him, disappointed, and watched as he laid down on the couch next to me. “Straddle my face and let me taste you, but keep doing what you’re doing,” he said. My first thought was *Thank god I shaved this morning!* followed by *Oh god, I’ve never had a guy down there before*. I had never had a dick the size of my forearm inside my mouth before either, so tonight would be full of firsts. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was determined to do what many women before me could not. If he wanted to sixty-nine, then damn it I would figure it out.

I crawled on top of him and turned around, self conscious that he was looking directly into my booty but I figured I would have to shake that pretty fast if I was going to enjoy this. He made it a little easier when I reached up with both hands and pulled my hips toward his face, adjusting us both effortlessly until he was in a spot he liked. He was eager to start, he *wanted* to taste me. I felt his warm tongue glide across my lips and my concerns melted away. It felt so damn good. His big hands squeezed by thighs as he worked magic with his mouth. I let out a few moans and relaxed on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding between my vagina lips and tasting me like he was trying to get the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone.

Lost in the pleasure, I had completely forgot about his cock until he flexed and it lifted to bump against my hanging breast. I noticed that my nipple immediately grew cold. I looked down and saw a clear, sticky liquid coating my nipple where his cock head bumped it. I thought it was my own saliva until I lifted his shaft with one hand and watched as more of the viscous fluid oozed from the tip with my grip. Curious, I bent down and licked it. It was sweet and a little sticky, like watered down honey. I wondered if this was the fabled precum I had read about in my dirty stories. Whatever it was, I liked it.

He moaned as he licked my vagina and the sensation of vibrations from his deep voice almost made me shiver in excitement. I relaxed my thighs and fully embraced his oral pleasures, relishing the feeling as he probed and explored with his tongue, sucked and pulled gently with his lips, dug his fingers into my thighs. I wondered if vibrations from my throat would make him feel good too, so I took him into my mouth as far as I could manage and let out a moan. My moan came out muffled thanks to the throbbing python in my mouth, but I felt him twitch and heard him moan again as I did. With my jaw warmed up and my body relaxed I could slowly bob my head up and down the first few inches of his cock without bumping my teeth. As I did, I felt a certain erotic energy forming beneath me.

Every so often his hips would come up, pushing his meat a little further into my mouth, but then he’d let out a quick breath and return himself back to the leather couch. Each time his tongue would venture inside me as compensation, like he craved to go hog wild on my mouth but knew he couldn’t and instead focused his passions on me. The moans and panting grew. I kept up my bobbing motion, taking him into my mouth as far as I could each time and letting my nipples brush his thighs as I lowered myself down. He seemed to like that, even going so far as to release my thighs so he could get a quick handful of breast before returning to my thighs to keep licking me.

Before long the sexual energy and tension was reaching a tipping point. I felt how eager he was to cum, how excited he was to have a curvy redhead who wasn’t afraid of his admittedly intimidating manhood. A switch flipped. He stopped licking and exploring my nethers and instead focused all his attention on my clit with remarkable agility. I did my best to keep bobbing my head up and down his shaft, but waves of pleasure coursed through me and it became hard to focus. I instead sucked on the tip and used my hand to keep working his shaft, but even that became too complicated for my brain as his stimulation escalated. His tongue danced across my clit and I felt myself approaching an orgasm. I removed him from my mouth entirely so I wouldn’t choke on him, but I didn’t want to leave him without stimulation so I leaned over and licked his swollen kiwi-sized balls as my thighs shuddered.

My eyes shut tight and the shudder from my thighs spread to the rest of my body. I instinctually started grinding my hips into his face as my orgasm took hold. Part of me was worried he wouldn’t be able to breathe, part of me didn’t care. I felt more than heard him moan, because my moan was too loud to hear anything else. I sucked desperately on his balls, trying to ride out the waves of pleasure and let him know I hadn’t forgotten about him too. As my hips shifted and squirmed on his face, it became difficult for him to be precise with his pleasures so he opted to lick anywhere his mouth could reach, even going so far as to pull my hips down toward him for a better angle. The sensations built up, bordering on too intense. Once my voice cracked and my thighs stopped shaking, he leaned his head back onto the couch and gave me a break from my own intense orgasm. I felt his lips and tongue gingerly touching me, like he was giving dainty kisses instead of the lustful licks moments prior. It took a few moments for my body to come down from the high he had bestowed upon me. I caught my breath as my cheek rested on his thigh and my lips played with his balls. It was lazy, but it was all I could muster after the euphoria he brought me to.

He let me catch my breath for a moment and patted my booty, gently pushing my hips away from his face. I took the hint and dismounted him, but kept playing with his balls as I wedged myself between him and the back of the couch. He pulled his hips away from my affections and sat up, facing me. “Lay back,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. Was he going to try to fit that thing inside me? I wasn’t sure if my vagina could handle it. I flipped over onto my back and scooted myself so that my head could lie on the armrest.

“Let me try to suck it again,” I said, trying to spare my vagina.

“I have another plan,” he said, and I was all but certain he was going to impale me with his cock. My anxiety waned as he crawled on top of me and straddled my chest, plopping his heavy meat between my creamy white breasts. Man, he loved those things. I guess I was glad he was getting some joy out of them, all they ever brought me was back pain and a lack of eye contact. He pushed my heavy breasts together, wrapping them around his thick black cock like he were a hot dog and I was the bun. He started to pump.

“You having fun, baby?” he asked, looking down at me with a smile as he humped my chest.

I grinned up at him, my face still flushed from my orgasm. “This night has certainly been full of surprises,” I said. Because of his length I felt the tip of his cock slide under my chin with each of his pumps. I tucked my chin to my chest and stuck out my tongue, letting his tip slide up it like a ramp each time he pushed forward. He gave me a big toothy grin when I did that.

“Not many women can handle this thing,” he said, lifting his shaft and lightly bouncing it against my chest, staring down at the resulting boob jiggle before he resumed his pumping.

“Not many are as… well *equipped* as I am,” I said, giving him a coy wink.

“You’re the perfect size to handle a man like me,” he said, pushing his hips harder now so I could feel his heavy balls sliding along my ribs.

“Maybe *you’re* the perfect size for a woman like me?” I asked, sticking my tongue out again and sucking on his tip as it slid in my mouth. I wasn’t sure where my sexy confidence was coming from, but I could tell he liked it. His pace quickened. With his large, warm hands he pressed my breasts tight around his cock, trying to create more friction as he pumped into them. I kept my chin down, accepting his tip into my mouth while staring up at him with my big green eyes. He stared down at me first with joy, amused by our banter, but the joy turned to lust. I could tell he wanted to finish, and he was going to use my chest and mouth to do it.

I reached up with both hands, lacing my fingers over my nipples and using my palms to put extra pressure around his cock. With my hands in place he braced himself with one hand on the back of the couch while the other slid through my hair and held the back of my head. He didn’t pull my face toward him, but I could tell he planned to. I kept staring up at him, squeezing his shaft with my hefty breasts and flicking my tongue along his swollen tip until his breath turned to hungry gasps and his hips pumped harder. His face twisted into a funny shape as he tried to hold on for as long as he could. I would have laughed at the face he made if a torrent of warm sperm hadn’t shot directly into my mouth and practically flooded it with the first burst.

His hand pulled my head toward his cock and he shoved his hips forward so that his sperm emptied directly into my mouth, load after load like a fire hose. To avoid choking I quickly swallowed what I could, but it just kept coming, overflowing out my mouth and down my chin. He looked down at me with a face of pure rapture and I looked up at him with an understanding that he needed to be emptied. I felt his sperm oozing down my chin and pooling in my cleavage, but after the orgasm he gave me I was willing to let him ride it out and fill my mouth as he pleased.

With a heavy sigh his orgasm subsided. I felt the weight of his butt relax onto my stomach while he caught his breath. With the threat of drowning gone, I swallowed what was still in my mouth and moaned. It tasted good. Salty and sweet at the same time, like a dark chocolate pretzel. Not at all what I expected. He released his grip on my head and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. More of his seed dripped out from the tip and I leaned forward to lick it off. I then gripped the base of his cock with both hands and slowly slid up the length of his shaft, milking out every last bit I could get onto my tongue. He smiled down at me and laughed.

“Ah shit, you’re too much,” he said, watching me swallow a dollop of his milk. I licked my lips and blew him a kiss.

“Just enjoying my reward,” I said, a line I remembered from a porn video.

I looked down at the mess we made. His black shaft rested between my soaking wet breasts. It was actually kind of hard to see how much cum was on me. I was almost the same color. I smiled up at him. I did it. I did what many women before me could not. I released the carnal pleasures inside him and left him satisfied. I stared up at him, basking in my accomplishment, kissing the tip of his cock as if thanking it for its service.

“That was one hell of a warm up,” he said. I raised an eyebrow.

“Warm up?”

“Yeah, I usually need two or three of those to really feel empty. Especially since it’s been so long. But boy am I glad I found you,” he said, rubbing circles over one of my cum covered nipples with his thumb.

“You’re not empty yet?” I asked in shock, looking at the layer of sperm already covering me and thinking about the massive amount I was digesting.

“Not quite. But don’t worry, with you I think round two will be quick.”

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t expecting a round two. If I wanted to truly set myself apart from those other women, truly satisfy his needs the way no one else could, I would have to go along with it. Fortunately for me he seemed pretty obsessed with my chest. I also liked – no, loved – the way he tasted so it would just be another fifteen or twenty minutes of fun and I’d have another protein shake. “Whatever you need baby,” I said, already wrapping my breasts around his shaft, which was still surprisingly hard.

“Whatever I need?” he asked. Something about the way he said it made me suspicious. I nodded up at him anyway.

“Anything,” I said.

He chewed on his lower lip for a second and then dismounted me. He put his hands on my hips and flipped me over so I was on my belly. I immediately thought all the sperm on my body would get on his nice leather couch, but he didn’t seem to care and I wasn’t going to ruin the mood by bringing it up. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked back at him as his hands slid over my booty and between my legs. He slid a finger inside me, probing gently at first, then pushed himself deeper. I moaned. Watching him over my shoulder, I saw him slide his hand up and down his slick shaft a few times, then use the resulting layer of sperm coating his hand to lube up my thighs. I could see where this was going.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit,” I said as he crawled on top of me, already lining himself up. What I meant to say was *That thing will split me in half*.

“It’s ok baby, I’ll go slow,” he said. Nervous as I was, I believed him. The entire time he’d taken care of me and took my considerations to heart first. Terrified as I was of his monster dick, I somehow knew he would be gentle with it and that made me want to let him have me. His thick, swollen head pushed between my thighs and probed for my vagina. I felt him slip and slide over my lips, then push nice and easy between them.

My jaw dropped as he entered me.

To his credit, he went slow. Thankfully, I was wet from when he went down on me and we had a generous amount of his sperm to act as lube. Both of those things helped. But he still had to work it in slow, let my body get used to his size, then pull back to give me a rest before pushing in a little further. Every few pushes he’d ask if I was doing OK, and even though I felt like I was being split open, I wanted to be there for him where no one else could, so I endured. As my body grew comfortable with his size, I got a handful of his sperm from my breasts and slid my hand down underneath me to re-apply the only lubricant we had. Then I remembered I had forgot to take my birth control that afternoon.

“How’s your pull out game?” I asked. I couldn’t do much about our ‘lube’ but I could try to prevent a flood of little swimmers trying to earn their gold medals.

“Don’t worry baby,” he said.

I don’t know what kind of power he had over me to make me be so reckless and irresponsible. Maybe it was because I wanted it as bad as he did. He had brought me to places I never knew existed, I was willing to go out on a limb and chance it happening again. He pushed in, this time deeper and deeper until he found the furthest depth he could go. This man was basically a stranger to me, but I was letting him push his bare cock inside me as far as my body would allow it. He pushed against the barrier of my cervix and backed off, adjusting his hips a little and positioning his knees. He gave me a few short pumps and asked me if everything felt OK. When he didn’t go too far to where it hurt, I nodded back at him. This whole process, getting my body used to his, took probably ten or fifteen minutes but he stayed patient and hard as a rock the whole time. With my body prepared and his adjustments made he was ready to go. I felt his big balls press down between my thighs and his hard shaft follow. I realized he picked this prone position because he could get extra friction from my thighs along the length of his shaft, since he knew I couldn’t accept his whole length inside me. That consideration for my comfort made me swoon.

Then he started to pump.

To him it was only the first five or six inches, but to me it was a bus. I relaxed my body, accepting his length and girth as he got his rhythm. Once he hit his stride, he laid his body down on top of me, pressing his muscular chest against my back and slipping his thick arms underneath me to cup my breasts. He really loved those things. His chin rested on my shoulder and he playfully licked my ear, sending a tickle down my spine. I laughed, then moaned as he continued to pump his thick black cock inside me bareback. He kissed my neck, sending another ticklish wave down my spine. “You feel so good, Miss Hailey,” he said, once again making me feel regal somehow. Despite his size he was to tender, almost loving. It was a sensation I never expected.

“Yeah, do I feel good baby? Is my pussy gonna make you cum again?” I asked, inviting a little dirty talk. Again I surprised myself. It wasn’t even that vulgar, but I felt nasty for it, wondered if he’d judge me. What the hell was this man doing to my emotions?

“That tight little pussy is gonna make me cum so hard,” he said, and his pace quickened. I turned my face to nuzzle into his. He smiled and pulled at my ear with his lips. I felt my breasts jiggle in his hands with each of his powerful thrusts and ripples of pleasure coursed up from between my legs. I was getting used to him, it was becoming more comfortable, and I was *really* starting to enjoy it. Not that I wasn’t before, mind you. He lifted his hips and changed angles slightly, which made his swollen cock head push against a part of me I didn’t know existed until that moment. My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped as he pumped against this magical spot inside my vagina, sliding his thick head over it with every hump.

“Oh my god,” I groaned out. A barrage of previously undiscovered sensations overtook me. If his oral pleasures were a Fourth of July fireworks display this was a nuclear bomb. He kept his pace up, rubbing against this new spot and rapidly bringing my libido to it’s fullest and most hungry. His large muscular body was on top of me and wrapped around me like a cocoon, but I used what little movement I had to work my hips back into him and help him keep finding that spot over and over. He could tell I was working my hips against him, as if helping him to have his way with me. He liked that.

His pace quickened further, and I could not contain myself. I practically hyperventilated as another orgasm, this one ten times more powerful, wracked my body with pleasure. My thighs shook and my toes curled. My fingers balled to fists and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt my vagina twitch and convulse around his thick, black cock and I let out a long, high-pitched moan and turned to a squeal by the end.

He kept pounding.

I felt his breath quicken and his body tense up. He shifted his position, ready to dismount.

“Don’t stop!” I ordered with a raspy voice. I wanted to keep riding this wave of ecstasy.

“But I’m -”

“It’s OK, cum inside me!” I demanded.

And he did.

He became harder than diamond and erupted like a volcano between my milky white thighs, flooding my vagina with his seed. My mouth was open as if I were shouting but only a hoarse whisper came out. His hips fired like a piston, pumping load after load of his thick, hot sperm inside me and I didn’t care one iota. For some reason I actually relished it. I laid underneath this charming, handsome black man who was basically a stranger not even an hour ago and accepted his seed without complaint. He gripped my breasts hard and squeezed me tight against his body, like a hug from a long-lost lover. Perhaps we were long lost lovers in another time. It felt like my brain was transcending this plane of reality so I was just about willing to accept anything. My entire body quivered with aftershocks from his performance. His hips slowed down until he let out a long, satisfied sigh and pushed his length inside me as far as it would go to rest. As his cock deflated, he wriggled his hips to make sure as much of him stayed inside me as possible. We laid like that for what seemed like a long time.

“What just happened?” he asked. I could still feel his heart beat as he throbbed inside me and I imagine he felt mine through my breast.

“I think we just became friends.”

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