Friday, 2 September 2016


After being married a year, Bob and Marsha Williams 
were finally going on a delayed honeymoon. It was the 
day after Christmas, and they were flying up to 
Detroit, then driving a rental car to Boyne Mountain 
Ski Resort. Being novice skiers, they were excited at 
the prospect of spending a week in the snow of Northern 
Michigan. Their many friends in Houston thought they 
were crazy as Hell, and would probably break every bone 
in their bodies.

"It's a good four hour drive, but, you should get there 
before dark." They were being told by the car rental 
agent. "You're not exactly dressed for this weather, 
and it's colder where you're going. Maybe, you should 
do some shopping for appropriate clothes before you 
leave Detroit."

"We'll be okay in a warm car," Bob explained. "Besides, 
buying heavy winter clothing is a waste of money, to 
wear a week and throw away. Once we get to the resort, 
we can rent ski suits."

"Heading north, you should have emergency weather 
supplies." The agent replied.

About two hours from Detroit, it began snowing and Bob 
had to slow to a crawl. "If this keeps up, we'll never 
make it before dark," he observed.

It had been dark over an hour when they reached 
Gaylord. Here they left I-75 for a county road going 
over to M-131. Bob had used his windshield wipers and 
most of the washer fluid, from being splashed with the 
salty, dirty slush while on the express-way. Having 
over a half tank of gasoline, they never stopped in 
Gaylord. Just a few miles on the darkest road he had 
ever seen, the snow turned to a freezing rain. 

The defroster couldn't keep the windshields clear 
without help from the fluid. The fluid ran out and he 
was trying to drive totally blind. By bending over, he 
could barely see through a small area just above the 
defroster. Spotting a driveway, he pulled off the road 
and stopped.

"I don't know what to do next. I can't see to drive and 
there's no place to stop for help. I haven't even seen 
any traffic since we left Gaylord." He said.

"This is a driveway, and there must be a house close 
by. Turn off the headlights, so I can see." Marsha 
suggested. About fifty yards thru the trees, she saw 
the porch light of a home. "Come on! Let's run over 
there and ask for help."

They were only wearing sweaters, but, at least, both of 
them had enough sense to be wearing long pants. Running 
and stumbling in the dark, they reached the house just 
as the lights were turned out. Bob fell on the slick 
steps, and the noise caused the lights to come back on. 
The door opened and there stood an old black man, 
holding a shotgun.

"What're you people doing on my property?" He demanded.

Shivering from the wet and cold, Bob sputtered out, 
"Our car broke down and we need to get warm, then, use 
your phone."

"Ain't got no phone, but you can get warm. You sure 
ain't from around here! Nobody would travel dressed 
like you two. Get inside before you freeze to death. 
Don't need no dead people on my porch!"

Entering, Bob and Marsha saw one large room, with a 
hot, pot bellied stove almost in the middle. Getting as 
close as possible, one side got warm, while the other 

"That's the bad thing about a stove, you can't get warm 
all over at the same time." The old man grinned, "Don't 
you have one of them cell phones?"

"There's no signal," Marsha answered.

"I don't know what you think you can do tonight. You 
could sleep here, but, I only got one bed. There's 
nothing extra to make a pallet on the floor. Floor's 
too cold anyway. You don't get out of them wet clothes, 
you're going to catch pneumonia."

Marsha looked at the bed and suggested, "Would it be 
okay if Bob got in the middle and me in front?"

"Not in front, it ain't! I've got to add more wood to 
the stove. You or him might set the house on fire. You 
can sleep behind, if you want. I suppose I can put up 
with being next to him one night. If we're going to 
sleep together, we should know each other. My name's 
Josh. I'll turn my back while you get undressed and 
covered up. You need to use the toilet, it's through 
that door there."

After introducing themselves, Marsha went to the toilet 
first and true to his word, Josh turned away while 
Marsha got into bed. Taking her clothes, Josh hung them 
on the back of a chair. Doing the same for Bob, he 
turned out the light before removing his pants. 
Unknowing to either, Josh never wore underwear and his 
huge, flaccid cock swung between his thighs.

Marsha thought she would never stop shivering. She had 
never been so cold in her life. "Honey, you don't put 
out any heat and I can't get warm. Let me in the 
middle, so I've got something warm on both sides."

"Are you sure?" Bob whispered. Bob had felt the huge 
rod slap against his ass cheeks when Josh got into bed.

"Yes, I'm sure. What do you think is going to happen 
with you laying here? Think I might seduce our host?" 
Marsha whispered back.

Making the change, Marsha felt Josh roll over, so he 
faced her back. She, too, felt his gigantic manhood, 
but thought it was his arm or wrist, pressing her 
backside. Until she got warm, there was no room for 
other thoughts.

Soon, Marsha was toasty warm and comfortable. She felt 
a rough, calloused hand cup her breast and knew Josh 
was copping a feel. Without even thinking, or making a 
sound, she removed his hand. Within seconds, it was 
back in place, squeezing and tweaking her sensitive 
globe of flesh. She thought, "He's been kind to us, let 
him get his thrills for a few minutes. Nothing else is 
going to happen. He's just a lonely old man." 

Having her breasts massaged was just what Marsha 
needed. She no longer thought of whose hand was doing 
it. She was dozing off, when she felt his fist force 
itself between her legs. This was too much! Reaching 
down, Marsha was prepared to pinch and scratch the 
invader with her sharp nails. His hand was completely 
through her thighs, because she could feel his arm 
pressed against her pussy slit and pubic mound. Marsha 
instantly knew, she had grabbed the largest cock in the 
world! She was so shocked, she simply squeezed the huge 
head. Coming to her senses, she released him, as he 
slowly withdrew. The old man began dry fucking Marsha, 
slowly and steadily.

At first, Marsha was livid with rage, but slowly calmed 
down when she realized no harm was being done. Bob was 
snoring and dead to the world. This was something she 
would have to handle herself. His large muscle was 
rubbing her wet slit and throbbing clitoris. Marsha 
knew she was on the verge of an orgasm from his 
harmless actions. It was impossible to keep her ass 
from meeting his thrusts. Never, would she have ever 
dreamed of doing something so deliciously wicked.

Suddenly, Josh raised her thigh, and on his next 
thrust, his cock-head was attempting to enter her 
vagina. Holding her thigh out of the way with his 
elbow, his fingers spread her labia. Before Marsha knew 
what was happening, the huge mushroom head had popped 
inside her love canal.

"Aaah! It hurts! It hurts! Please, No... No... Don't!" 
Marsha groaned.

Bob turned his head and asked, "What's wrong honey?"

"I've got a cramp in my leg, but it'll be okay in a 
minute. Go back to sleep, Dear," Marsha answered.

Josh had never stopped forcing his way inside her 
pussy. Now, about four inches had spread her wide, and 
six more were attempting to follow. Her pussy slowly 
stretched to accommodate each centimeter of his raging 
tool. He had pulled her back toward him, so each and 
every inch would penetrate deep inside her tight pussy. 
Josh had never fucked a white woman before and he was 
going to screw this young wife all night. Her husband 
was in for a surprise tomorrow.

Pain had been replaced by intense pleasure. Already, 
Marsha had achieved several mini- orgasms, but she knew 
there was a monster climax building deep within her 
stomach. Once Josh had his cock inside her body, Marsha 
knew there was nothing to do, except enjoy, and pray 
Bob never woke. She knew this was totally wrong and 
forbidden, but it felt so good! 

Having an old black man fucking her in the same bed as 
her husband was exciting beyond belief. Never, ever, 
would she go out and deliberately cheat on her husband. 
This one time was fate and nothing could be done to 
avert it. The trip, snow, windshield wipers, everything 
had been planned for this moment. How could anybody 
change what was fated to be?

Josh was holding tightly to this young wife's thighs, 
pulling her into his powerful thrusts. Except for those 
movements, there was no reason her husband would be 
disturbed. Josh was careful to keep her from touching 
Bob's snoring body. Fucking her from behind was the 
safest position under these circumstances.

Marsha's inner body was heating up, as she felt waves 
of pleasure emanating from deep within her pussy. Josh 
reached around her hip and tweaked her already 
throbbing clitoris. Marsha grabbed a corner of the 
pillow, stuffing it into her mouth to muffle the groans 
escaping from her chest. The rubbing and pinching of 
her sensitive love bud was driving her crazy. That, and 
the huge monster thrusting in and out, was more than 
Marsha could bear! She screamed into the pillow, as the 
scalding tendrils of pleasure engulfed her entire body.

Josh felt his load of black man's seed erupt from the 
throbbing head of his long unused cock. Spurt, after 
thick spurt, shot into her young body. He could feel 
her body quivering from her own intense orgasm. 

Finally, his black baby maker slowed, and then stopped 
its secretions. Millions of his seed were fighting to 
be the first to reach the prize. Holding his huge rod 
in place, preventing the escape of a single drop, Josh 
relaxed. He smiled at how easy it had been to fuck this 
white woman, and knew he would repeat the act before 
she left.

Taking a small towel from under his own pillow, Josh 
pressed it between her legs, as he pulled his flaccid 
prick from her gaping cunt. He whispered into her ear, 
"Hold that in place. It's too damned cold to get up."

For the moment, Marsha was too tired and relaxed to 
think. She was asleep, almost immediately.

Before daylight, Josh added more wood to the old stove, 
wanting the room to warm up before waking his guests. 
His plan for how to warm the unsuspecting wife was firm 
in his mind. He had already been fondling her sleeping 
body and was sporting a raging hard-on. Marsha moaned 
when Josh twisted her puffy clitoris, but she didn't 
wake. He positioned himself between the splayed legs of 
the sleeping wife. 

Smiling to himself, he aimed his swollen rod at 
Marsha's unprotected slit. Josh loved the feeling of 
rubbing his huge cock in her cunt juices. He rubbed his 
pole up and down the sleeping woman's vagina a few 
times before bearing down on the spread opening. Her 
pussy was still very tight, as it stretched around the 
large mushroom head.

Marsha's eyes snapped open, when she felt something 
huge, hot, and hard enter her vagina. Before she 
screamed for help, awareness of what was happening shot 
through her. "No!" She hissed between clinched teeth. 
"Not again!" Marsha squirmed and twisted, trying to get 
away before it was too late. Her struggles caused 
another four inches to enter her slick canal. 

Afraid of waking her husband and knowing he would find 
out the truth, she ceased her movements. As his stiff 
iron bar slid smoothly into her tight vagina, Marsha 
felt an intense sensation of pleasure. No matter the 
circumstances, her husband had never brought such 

Marsha's pussy was still overly sensitive from the 
earlier ravishment, and already, she felt the first 
signs of am impending orgasm. When his coarse pubic 
hair ground against her swollen clitoris, it triggered 
a blissful wave of heat throughout her body. Not able 
to control herself, she was fucking back on his short 
forceful strokes, meeting each thrust with one of her 
own. Marsha wrapped her legs around his hips to give 
him easier access, trying to pull his manhood deeper 
into her already filled pussy.

Bob was blissfully unaware of what was happening only a 
few inches from his body. In his dreams, he was fucking 
his sexy wife on a gently rocking sailboat. She was 
moaning beneath him, as they arrived closer and closer 
toward a mutual orgasm. He loved having sex with his 
beautiful, young wife.

Marsha knew her pussy was being stretched beyond 
repair, but the waves of pleasure consuming her body 
were all that mattered. Never, had she imagined being 
filled by a gigantic black dick. Neither would she have 
ever believed, a penis of such proportions, could bring 
such intense gratification.

Josh was fucking with long, slow strokes, but 
alternating with a series of short fast strokes that 
kept her guessing and was driving her crazy. Josh knew 
this white wife had never experienced the joy of being 
completely filled before tonight. She had gotten a 
taste of giant black cock and would never be satisfied 
again with anything less. Hearing her low groans 
through clinched teeth, Josh knew he was going to shoot 
another massive load of his potent cum any second.

Covered in perspiration, Marsha gripped the muscular 
arms of this old man, as her entire body tensed in the 
first throes of an explosive climax. Millions of 
neuromuscular tendrils discharged their heat, as Marsha 
reached a gigantic orgasm. Her pussy contracted around 
the black monster responsible for this unbelievable 

The contractions around Josh's prick put him over the 
edge. With force of a cannon, his mighty tool shot a 
great gob of cum deep into her body. Load after load 
followed, as his plum sized balls emptied their seed 
once again.

Marsha wrapped her arms and legs around Josh and held 
him tightly until every last drop was drained from his 
balls. Already, she wanted him to fuck her again. 

Twenty years earlier, Josh would have been happy to 
comply. Now, he was only anxious to get guests out of 
his house and off the property. So far, he had been 
lucky, but luck was like money, it soon disappeared. 

Later, after cleaning the ice off their windshield, the 
good-byes and thank-yous were said. Josh happened to 
comment, "Didn't you say you were from Houston?"

"Yes, we are," Bob replied.

"My youngest son works at that Space Center there. 
Here's his phone number. Would you call him up and tell 
him about out visit?"

"I'd be more than happy to call him, maybe even have 
lunch," answered Marsha.

Staring into her eyes, Josh said, "He's bigger than I 

Bob thought that was a strange thing for the old man to 
say, he must be getting senile.

By the time Bob and Marsha returned home, she couldn't 
seem to sit still. There was an itch deep inside her 
pussy, an itch so deep, Bob didn't come close to 
scratching. Marsha knew exactly what she needed and she 
had the phone number of the scratcher.

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