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The Storm on 14-02-2020 12:19:42

George heard little of what Alison said, answering with silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs and lined up his cock with her opening.

“No, please. I-I-I can’t do that with you again. It’s wrong. I’m married and I’m not taking birth control.”

Because of her husband’s low sperm count and lack of sex, Alison didn’t need birth control.
Unfortunately, George rose to the occasion.

“You were married last night and it wasn’t wrong then. Don’t worry, I’ll take it out before I cum.”

The brown bulbous head of his penis adjoined her moist pink opening and high voltage sparked as their genitals touched.

Alison’s memory was Swiss Cheese. The numerous times George had already filled her pussy with potent sperm after promising to withdraw were part of the many holes in her recollection. She only vaguely remembered last night and their repeated intercourse as glimpses at someone else’s perverse intimacy and not her own.

Alison panicked anyway. She had to say something to stop him. “N-n-no, please, George, I’ll do anything else. You’re too big for me.”

“Sorry, nothing else will do. I wasn’t too big for you last night. Once you got used to my Muslim cock, you loved it. You kept saying how good it felt. You’re gonna get used to it again because I’ve got to have your pussy some more.”

“Put on a condom then…” Alison could not believe the words leaving her mouth. She had to say something, but did she actually just ask him to wear a condom for her? How little that would do to make this better and how ridiculous it sounded.

She had just consented to have sex with him again if only he wore a condom. How easily she broke her marital vows, she thought.

She was a married Christian woman and sex with anyone besides her husband was adultery. She would never consent to having intercourse with him, but had she already done so and just did again.

“I don’t have any; never use them. It’s not as intimate wearing them. Besides, don’t you remember telling me last night how good my cock felt in your pussy without a rubber? You said you didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing one — that it felt better that way. I want us to feel the intimacy of each other again.”

Even the straws Alison tried grasping remained out of her reach. George’s words sunk into her brain, for a second sounding vaguely familiar. Did she really say all those things to him last night?

He was pushing into her and all Alison could think about was if by some remote chance were condoms somewhere in the house for this black Muslim to use with her.

It was too late for condoms, her hope futile. Her slick vaginal membranes, populated with receptive nerves, announced the humongous unsheathed intruder stretching them, snugly yet smoothly sliding against them.

To her chagrin, Alison felt George’s enormous black cock, in its entirety, completely open her the way he wanted — without any barrier protection.

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