He began the in and out motion culminating in his seed breeding the gorgeous white girl he was mating with. Both still kissing, Debra's hands rubbed and kneaded his back as he ground against her. Debra felt like she couldn't breathe, not because of their physical actions, but from the explosion of excitement and joy building from within. She never felt or had any idea that this amount of pleasure could be obtained by anal copulating with the muscled black man on top of her. He was free to use her as he wished. Debra lay under Tracey for what seemed like hours. The pleasure radiating through her body from his methodical stroking filled her with pleasure she'd never imagined. She relaxed, as much as she could, given the spasms of pleasure coursing through her. Truth be told, she couldn't lay still. She wanted him to stay inside of her forever. She gently humped back at him, trying to maintain the level of pleasure at its peak. Debra had long lost count of how many orgasms Tracey had given her, but she was worn out when she noticed him begin to thrust faster and faster, until with a low moan, he held himself tight within her, his thick black cock forced tightly against her cervix, as he pumped his baby making seed into her. The warmth of his cum flowed through her, until she felt the overflow from his spending's flow out of her, around his still hard cock, and run down to tickle her asshole on its way to the bedding underneath her. As he softened, Tracey slid out of her now gaping pussy, rolling over on his back alongside of her. Debra, in spite of her worn and tired feeling, lifted herself up, and leaning over, proceeded to lick and suck all traces of their combined juices off Tracey, before rolling back, cuddling up against him, and falling asleep. It was with some trepidation that Debra pulled up outside her mother's apartment. Debra had brought Tracey with her to have Thanksgiving dinner at her mother's. It had been her mother's idea to bring Tracey. Debra hadn't mentioned to her mother...that Tracey was black. Donna Marie is best described as "tight". At 39 years of age, the petite woman's body was the envy of most high school girls, all woman college age and older, and the desire of any straight male who ever saw her. Her "dress down" clothes she wore while cleaning the house, or grocery shopping were what most women wore when they dressed up to go on a date, or out on special occasions. She didn't dress like this to show off her body, she had no need for that, or to try to show up other women, it was just the normal way she dressed. Debra was used to her male Hairy friends staring at her mother, whether she was picking her up at high school, dropping her off at college, or bringing them home to meet her. Donna Marie had largish B cup breasts, which stood high and proud on her chest without the aid of a brassiere, a narrow waist with a flat, toned stomach, nicely flared hips, perfect butt, and mesmerizing legs to hold it all up. Hearing her daughter arrive at their apartment, Donna rushed to the door, opened it, and stared speechless. Her daughter blowjob stood there with a smile on her face, and a...black boy behind her. "I wanna do what you did in the bathroom. Her back was tight and high off the bed. He reaches over and picks up the vibrator and pushes it back into my anal ass and turns it on sending jolts of pleasure shooting though me. he pulls it all the way out and asks me to beg him to fuck me with it. At the meeting Darren was a little depressed after I’d told him how bad things had become. I put on my suit and tie and was ready to see Suzie. Kimon stated almost afraid to look at Derrick. She wiggled it at me and giggled as she walked away from me. “I have some more out in the car, Sean, but they can wait until after dinner.” I was going to give her privacy, but she asked me, “Why? To have three busty women trying to suffocate me with their tits while a fourth bounced on my cock, it Hairy was beyond hedonistic, it was almost blasphemous. This court is adjourned." I uh. Which wasn’t much. We even had a private ceremony just between the two of us with rings and all. Her cowboy hat shielding her beautiful face from the sun. Was it James's child? My attention was drawn, when the dog bumped the coffee table, I looked down and noticed the tip of the dogs red penis poking of his fur. “Say ‘thank you,’ Astrid.” I called over my shoulder. The Zeta Battle Scout wasn’t just older, he was also huge, bigger and taller than most of the fifth years. them We showered and blowjob dressed. There is no joy in it, I said my first slave was put in this because she tried to make me do something I did not want to do. “Maybe,” I said.