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John awoke in the middle of the night. Trish curled up against him, but he couldn’t help thinking of Yolanda in the next room.

His boner was hard and relentless. He knew Trish wouldn’t mind if he helped himself to her again, but he wanted to sample Yolanda. He knew that black men were supposed to have large cocks which meant, logically, that their women should be large enough to handle them. He wanted to know if this was true.

He crept out into the living room, stark naked, his boner leading the way.

Yolanda was a special black beauty, he appreciated, looking at her lying in the hide-a-bed, her generous bosom heaving with every breath. It was a shame that she felt the need to wear a cotton nightshirt. He was sure she was as lovely naked as she was with clothes on.

He lifted the edge of the blanket and crawled into bed with the snoozing black woman. Sleep would be impossible while nursing his erection. He found the hem of her nightshirt and lifted it up, using his fingers to feel his way up her body until he found her lovely full breasts. Not as full as Trish’s pregnant ones, but still very nice to hold in his hands.

He ran one hand down, running through the coarse hair, then pressing a finger into her tight pussy. Oh, she would be heaven!

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Yolanda woke with a start, wondering about the strange dream she’d just had. But the sensation was still there, a finger inside her body, where no man had ever been.

“John?!” she demanded. “What are you doing!”

“Do ya need educatin’?” he asked, his finger swirling around her pleasure, bringing about sensations of arousal she’d never felt before. “I’d be happy ta do dat too!”

“Why?” she asked, trying to ignore the amazing feelings he produced.

“Because yer priddy, an’ irresistible. I can’t sleep.” He drew her hand down to where she felt the truth, firm beneath her hand. “I want ta show ya how good it can feel.”

His hand massaged her, pushing fingers inside her, then stroking her again. This time, as she opened her mouth, a sigh of arousal escaped her lips.

“But I’m ahead of myself,” he corrected, pressing his lips to hers. Yolanda melted under his touch now, accepting the tongue that pried her lips apart a moment later.

She remembered now that Trish had warned her about this possibility – that John would want to make love to her. Despite that, she felt herself unable to slow down the tide, let along deny his intention. He knew how to disarm her with perfect seduction.

His tongue caressed hers lovingly, as if she were the only woman in the world who mattered to him. She tried to remember that this man wasn’t faithful to any woman. But somehow, her brain couldn’t grapple with the obvious fact that he was about to make love to her – and open her to the world of womanhood – and potential babies! She needed to stop him!

Yet, when she could, at last, gasp for breath, a cry of arousal gave her away.

“See?” he asked. Then, his kisses moved down until he found her breasts. He kissed her full breast, then the other. His tongue caressed the nipple, teasing it to a point beneath his soft wet probing. She moaned again. She could no more deny him than she could stop Lake Superior’s waves crashing on the beach!

He moved down again, kissing her as he went, stopping briefly at her belly button, then moving down again. His tongue applied to her little pearl made her cry out in surprise. She hadn’t imagined him able to make her squirm with pleasure the way he did. “John!” she hissed.

“Ya like dis?” he asked.

“You must stop!” she told him. “I can’t take any more of this!”

He chuckled. “Ya don’ mean dat,” he told her. “Yer enjoyin’ every moment of dis!”

Yolanda knew he was right. He’d called her bluff and won. She couldn’t stop him – nor did she want to now. His tongue caressed her and pushed into her. She cried out again. “Please!” she begged.

“Please what?”

She couldn’t form the words. That would make her a slut, wouldn’t it? She’d only just met John and here he was pleasuring her beyond her wildest dreams! She had to be crazy to let him make love to her right now!

“Please what?” he repeated between licks.

“Have me,” she told him, feeling ashamed of the words.

“Ya want me?”

“Yes!”

His fingers returned to her, pressing into her slippery chasm. One finger, two fingers, then three. They thrust into her.

“Please!” she cried out again, unable to stand the wait much longer.

He moved up her body. “I’m gonna kiss ya again, jis’ in case it hurts ta begin wid.”

“Okay!” she cried again.

He kissed her as he pressed his hard lust into her body, a little at a time to begin with.

“Hit me if it hurts,” he told her, then took her mouth again. His tongue intruded into her mouth as he pushed further and further into her tight, virginal body.

It hurt at first, stretching her with his large size. She hit him and he stopped for a moment, letting her body adjust. “Okay,” she breathed at him.

He pushed deeper and deeper, waiting after each push for her body to adjust.

“I’m in all da way,” he informed her and began pushing more rhythmically.

Yolanda thought about what she had just allowed to happen. She was insane! Trish had warned her, but she hadn’t listened! John would make love to her, Trish had told her. Yolanda stupidly thought she could keep him away, but his seduction had worked with her. He was now deep inside her body pumping away.

To make matters worse, she wasn’t on anything and she was certain he hadn’t put on a condom.

John’s steady breathing became grunts and groans as he pounded harder into her. At last, he pushed once more deep and hard and stopped, moaning as he did.

He lowered onto her and kissed her again. “Wow,” he said. “Hope it was dat good fer ya as well!”

“Yeah,” she replied, feeling his seed begin to seep out of her body. She didn’t know how he could deliver load after load the way he did, but she felt good and understood why Trish kept welcoming him back to her bed despite everything. He was a good lover, if nothing else! If she became pregnant, maybe she’d move to Ash Creek where she would have yet one more thing in common with Trish Cowan.

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