With her face pressed against the massage table, and her eyes closed in expectation of the delirious pleasure she knew awaited her, Cynthia gasped as she felt the blunt digit slide effortlessly inside her drooling twat. Her juices were flowing like crazy, and that finger met no resistance whatsoever. He continued to push it deeper into her clutching channel, the tip of his finger pressing teasingly against the sensitive tissues on the roof of her vagina as he rubbed it along those hot folds of flesh. Finally she felt the palm of his hand press up against her swollen mound, his finger buried to the hilt.
“Fuck me,” she said to herself as she wriggled herself back against his probing digit, “his finger is almost as big as Jim’s dick.” She felt that finger rubbing, sliding, probing, making her temperature scream up the scale as he worked that talented digit all around inside her hot mature cunt.
Cynthia had been so turned on by the anticipation of what was to come that it didn’t take long for Devon to push her over the edge. Within just a couple of minutes she started to squirm under his artful touch, and then rushed over the crest into a full-blown climax as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, dousing his probing hand with a warm coating of her gushing juices.
“That’s the way, Miss, let that tension out,” Devon said in a low soothing tone as he continued to work her over, his finger rubbing teasingly over the sensitive trigger point inside her, his hand covered with her fragrant discharge. Even in the midst of her shattering climax, Cynthia wondered how many women he’d made come this way, and wondered how many of them gushed as much as she did.
“Oh fuck, he knows exactly where to touch me,” Cynthia thought as Devon took her to a second quick climax, her big breasts wobbling and jiggling and the insides of her thighs quivering as the exquisite sensations overwhelmed her. She could feel her juices beneath her, the flowing nectar causing her pouty pussylips to rub stickily on the massage table. His finger felt great inside her, but Cynthia wanted more, and she was definitely ready for it.
“Devon,” she said as she looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes glassy with need. “That helped a little bit, but I still feel pretty tense. Do you think you have anything that you can use to probe deeper? I thinker the problem’s a little further inside.”
“I think I’ve got the perfect tool to do that with, Miss,” Devon replied. “Now, in order to probe you as deep as the problem might be, would you prefer I do it while you’re lying like this, or would you prefer to be on your back?”
“On my back, I want to see your tool while you’re doing it,” Cynthia said breathlessly as she turned over.
“That’s good, a beautiful woman like you should be seen in all her glory,” Devon said as he took her by the hips and pulled her down until her bum was perched right at the bottom edge of the table. Cynthia propped herself up on her elbows as she watched Devon shuck his way out of his tight swim trunks, which did nothing to hide the swollen prodigious member lying beneath. As he pushed the piece of red fabric down and stepped out of it, his tumescent wang flipped up before him, the purple head already enflamed, a tiny dewdrop of precum glistening at the tip.
Cynthia couldn’t help it as her eyes opened wide. “Fuck me,” she muttered under her breath as she looked at the magnificent prick, the swollen crown puffing up as the stiffening shaft continued to grow and thrust upwards. She’d thought her three cock-feeders last night, Lamont, Anton, and Clifford, were big, but Devon’s enormous dong put them to shame.
“Open those legs for me, Miss,” Devon said as he moved closer.
As Cynthia drew her knees up and let her legs roll open, he wrapped his big mitt around his enormous cock and pointed it right at her dripping flower. He moved closer, rubbing the broad blunt head against her warm slick mound, nestling the tip right between her slippery petals of flesh.
“Oh fuck, it’s so big,” Cynthia muttered as he started to work his huge dong into her, the big purple head causing her labia to stretch into a gripping circle as he forced his way inside. Her lips pushed inward for a second before releasing back out around the big invader, the vivid pink of her skin looking sinfully wicked against his ebony shaft. With the broad flared crown trapped safely within her hot dripping cunt, Devon reached down and took hold of her ankles. He pulled her legs high into the air and then drew his arms as far to the outside as he could, spreading her out into a wishbone for the coming assault.
“Yesss!” Cynthia hissed as he started to flex forward, sending inch after thick hard inch of black cock into her welcoming cunt. He kept going until he could go no further. Stretched out and filled up like never before, Cynthia looked down to see a good three inches of cock left to go. She knew he had reached the depth of her biggest lover, one of her three uncles who had fucked her relentlessly during the summer she’d spent with them on the family farm when she was 18. She knew that from here on in, it was basically virgin territory all over again.
She looked up at Devon with glassy eyes as he salaciously rolled his hips, as if testing her resistance. “You want more, don’t you, Miss?”
He said it as a question, but Cynthia knew it was more of a statement. Women like her were here in this place for that very purpose–to take a huge black cock to the very depths of their cunts, to be fucked over and over by well-endowed black men who knew how to make women scream in ecstasy. No, Devon knew there was no way she wanted him to stop, but she also knew he wanted to hear her say it. She was sure Jim did too. “Yes, I want more. I don’t want you to stop until I have it all. Tear me open if you have to, but I want every last inch of that beautiful black cock.”
“It’ll be my pleasure, Miss.” With that, Devon spread her legs even further apart as he set himself and flexed forward once more.