The Southern Sheriff Ch. 05

Chapter 5

Stacy, Emily, and Genevieve felt the warmth of the sun on their naked bodies as they faced the lake. Their eyes were glued to the older, big-bellied black man who approached. His thick cock swayed with each step, making the girls sigh with lust.

"Is there something I can help you girls with?" Curtis felt the sweet mixture of the girls' perfumes enter his nostrils when he came up to them, which made his cock swell even more. Normally, he preferred a woman's natural scent, since most women in the rural area where he lived were farmers and used little or no perfume.

"Mr. Curtis Roberson?" Stacy politely inquired, since they hadn't been introduced. Though she tried her hardest to meet his eyes, her gaze kept going downwards toward his immensely girthy black cock.

"That would be me, yes." Curtis eyed the young women. They were all quite captivating, each in their way. Having always been one for womanly curves, the girl with the wide hips was, of course, the first one who had caught his eye. However, the blonde in the middle also stood out with her bright beauty and her fantastically perky and full breasts. Then, there was the girl who had asked him his name. She had a cuter quality with her glasses. And with how thin she was, Curtis had an inkling that she would be the loudest in bed. That had been his experience with thinner women since the size of his manhood always stretched them to the limit.

For a moment, there was a quiet pause in the conversation. Stacy, in her usual awkwardness, had drifted off, her eyes locked on Curtis's manhood. In her mind, she had her soft lips enveloped around that big cockhead of his and was sucking it passionately. She had done her best to fit more of him into her mouth. She had put her hands on his large butt cheeks and pushed herself into his manhood. But his thickness was simply too much, and all she could muster was his cockhead. She tried to make up for it by stroking his rock-hard shaft at the same time. Her petite fingers only reached halfway around his girth.

It wasn't the first time Curtis had found a woman staring at his manhood, attention that he quite enjoyed, evident by the small smirk on his face.

"Stacy." Genevieve gently gave her friend a gentle nudge. However, she had to focus not to completely bathe in the arousal she felt for the good-looking black man herself.

"Oh, uhm..." Stacy blushed when she looked up and saw Mr. Roberson looking at her. She could tell that he had caught her staring at his amazingly beautiful manhood. With an embarrassed smile, she adjusted her glasses, like she always did after one of her awkward moments, and managed to gather her thoughts. Even in her flustered state, she was thrilled that they had finally found Mr. Roberson. So much so that she wanted to throw herself at him and embrace him, though that would probably not be proper. Instead, she held her hand out with a wide-eyed smile.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roberson. I'm Stacy Lawson..."

Curtis's manly hand engulfed the young woman's when he shook it.

A soft sigh escaped Stacy when they shook hands. Her nipples pointed straight at him like small rockets. And for the briefest of moments, Stacy imagined Mr. Roberson's strong hands all over her body. Massaging her breasts. Pinching her nipples ever so slightly. Sliding his hand down her flat belly, until he finally reached her pussy. His fingers slid between her labia.

"And these are my colleagues, Genevieve Lefévre..." Stacy introduced her friend.

"A pleasure, Mr. Roberson." Genevieve's blue eyes sparkled when she shook the handsome black man's hand.

Curtis hadn't met anyone with Genevieve's accent before. An accent he found appealing.

I wonder where she's from... Curtis gave her a charming nod while admiring her naked beauty.

"And Emily Cornwell." By the time he got to the curvaceous girl, whose wide hips had gotten his attention, Curtis's fat cock had already begun to stiffen, now almost hanging down to his knees.

"How do you do?" Though Emily's British manners shone through, she instinctively bit down on her lower lip when she shook the big black man's hand. She couldn't resist the urge to glance down at his heavy cock. Almost immediately, her mind wandered to a place where she was on her knees, and Mr. Roberson was behind her, ready to plunge that fat cock into her eagerly awaiting ass.

"How do you do." Curtis nodded to himself as he appreciated Emily's chubby allure. He truly enjoyed women with a bit of meat on their bones. Suddenly, however, something occurred to him.

"Colleagues?" Curtis had found it peculiar that the young woman had introduced her friends as colleagues, but perhaps they were teachers.

"Oh, right, sorry, Mr. Roberson. Let me explain." Stacy wondered if she should have perhaps started with the explanation.

"I'm the assistant curator for the Washington Historical Museum, and Genevieve and Emily are my counterparts at the French and British museums. We're here because we believe, well, we hope that you might be able to help us in our search for a lost painting." Stacy managed to keep herself composed while she explained why they were there. Most of the time, when it came to art, especially such an important piece of art, she could stay focused on the art, even when talking to a handsome black man like Mr. Roberson. Though the way his impressive organ had started to grow had made it much more difficult.

"A national treasure." Genevieve cut in since it was more than just a painting.

"She's right, the painting truly is a national treasure." Stacy concurred.

"And you think I can help you find this... treasure?" Curtis was intrigued.

"We truly hope so, Mr. Roberson." Emily chimed in as the three women all nodded.

At that point, the girls and Curtis heard a small honk from Jeb's tractor. Jeb and Joanna waved goodbye as they drove by.

Since it was an old single-seat tractor, Joanna had to sit on Jeb's lap, something she enjoyed doing. Of course, she didn't just sit on his lap, she pulled up her dress and sat down on her husband's crotch with her bare bottom. It was something she loved to do for her husband, knowing how much he had thought of her with Curtis during his workday.

Like he always did when Joanna sat down on his lap, Jeb had tenderly looked up at his wife and confessed his love.

"I love you." It had become a romantic ritual after Joanna had been with a black man, and Jeb just loved to feel Joanna press her chunky butt cheeks down onto his crotch.

Naturally, Joanna had replied with an affectionate, "I love you too," but she had also whispered something else into his ear.

"I want to kiss your penis when we get home." Joanna smiled and gave her husband a light kiss on his neck.

Wow... Jeb saw the love in his wife's eyes. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure if he could hold on until they got home. With every bump in the road, his penis would push up against Joanna's amazing butt, which usually made him come in his pants.

Curtis and the girls watched Jeb and Joanna drive off and waved goodbye.

"Nice man and his wife seemed nice as well." Genevieve wasn't sure if they would have found Mr. Roberson's place if it hadn't been for the nice farmer.

"Yeah, Jeb's a good man, and Joanna sure is a good woman." Curtis nodded with a small smile on his face. His cock stiffened to the point where a single drop of precum fell from its tip when he thought of bedding Joanna, something the girls all noticed.

A gentle sigh left the girls when they saw his black manhood rise a few inches. For a moment, they were all down on their knees worshipping his big cock. Kissing his lengthy shaft and huge balls. Kissing the bulbous head of his black cock.

"So, what were you saying about the painting?" Curtis had stood there for a moment, admiring their lustful glances along with their naked beauty, whilst they stared at his manhood.

A wave of heat flushed over the girls as they realized Mr. Roberson had caught them. Their nipples hardened further, betraying their desire, and a mix of impoliteness and excitement flickered in their eyes.

"Ehm... Well, you see, Mr. Roberson..." Unexpectedly, it was Stacy who shed her embarrassment first and began to explain.

"We just recently discovered that the artist behind the famed painting was a man by the name of Charles Williams. And after months of digging, we were able to find his last living relative." Stacy's expression changed from flustered to one of excitement, and with it, revealed that Curtis was the last remaining relative.

"You, Mr. Roberson, you are the last living relative of Mr. Charles Williams." Genevieve was too excited not to cut in.

"And though it may be a long shot, we were hoping that perhaps the painting had been passed down to you." Emily chimed in.

"I see. Well, the name actually does ring a bell, but I'm not sure from where." Curtis thought about it for a while. He had a lot of old stuff that had been left to him by his parents and grandparents.

A sense of elation spread amongst the girls when Mr. Roberson recognized the name.

"There might be something in one of the trunks in the barn, but it's a mess in there." Curtis thought for a moment while enjoying Emily's womanly curves.

"I'll tell you what, I have a few things to fix in the barn before tomorrow. If you give me a hand around the place today, Jeb and I will clear it out tomorrow after we've repaired the doors to the barn. Sound good?" Curtis looked at the girls who lit up.

"That sounds amazing, Mr. Roberson, thank you." Stacy was more than thrilled at the possibility that they might find the painting tomorrow, or at least some clue as to where it might be. Though spending the day and night in Mr. Roberson's company, helping him out, whilst also being completely naked, did appeal to her even more.

"Yes, that sounds more than fair, thank you, Mr. Roberson." Naturally, Genevieve was excited that they might discover the painting tomorrow, but that was the cherry on top. Serving and being naked around a handsome black man for a whole day was certainly the cake.

"It'll be our pleasure to help you out around the place, Mr. Roberson." Emily smiled. Having grown up on a farm, she knew a thing or two about rural life, so she hoped that she could impress Mr. Roberson.

"Good, then it's a deal." Curtis smiled. Though he lived alone, he thoroughly enjoyed womanly company. And it wasn't every day that three attractive women helped him out.

"Let me give you a small tour." Curtis showed the girls around his property, pointing out certain things along the way.

"And of course, the lake." Curtis looked out over the water.

"It's really beautiful." Stacy admired the crystal clear water. She could certainly see the appeal of living here. Waking up to a sight like that every morning must be magical.

"I bet the sunsets are really romantic here." Genevieve leaned into Curtis, sliding her arm around his and gently pressing her soft breasts against his arm.

Both Stacy and Emily felt rather envious of Genevieve's boldness. She had always been the more confident in the group.

"It certainly is." Curtis glanced down at the blonde beauty. Her soft breasts felt amazing against his skin. By now his cock had grown to its fullest size, pointing downwards at a 45-degree angle. Due to its thick nature, it had always been too heavy to point straight out.

The girls' eyes widened. Their gazes never far from the lovely sight of Mr. Roberson's sizable organ. They all wanted to reach down and touch it. To feel it. But even Genevieve's boldness wasn't enough for her to do such an improper thing. To feel a black man's cock without his permission or encouragement.

"Well, let me show you the house." Curtis smiled. He had always enjoyed women's glances. If he had to be completely honest with himself, that was one of the reasons why he had become a naturist.

On the way up to the house, they passed the barn, where an older tractor was parked outside.

"Is that a Ford 8N?" Emily knew the model quite well and wanted to impress Mr. Roberson.

"You know your tractors." Curtis was surprised.

"Well, I grew up on a farm back in England. My grandfather had an 8N model, and he taught me how to drive it." Emily smiled. The way Mr. Roberson looked at her, she could tell that he was at least a little impressed.

"Maybe I'll give you a ride later then." Curtis was already taken by the young woman's figure. Her wide hips and big butt were a thing of beauty, but the fact that she knew her way around a farm, like the rest of the women out here, made her stand out even more. As he looked at her, a single drop of precum dripped from the tip of his erection.

"I'd... really like that." Emily felt a twinge in her nether regions when she looked at the handsome black man. She hoped that he wasn't talking about the tractor.

This time it was Genevieve and Stacy who were envious of Emily's attention.

"Well, let me show the three of you the house." Curtis led the girls over to the house, up the porch, and held the door open for them like the gentleman that he was.

Like the freshly painted outside of the house, the interior was well-kept and rather clean for a farmer's house, which wasn't due to an enjoyment of tidying from Curtis's side. It was the women from the surrounding farms who kept his home in its spotless condition. Every other day, a woman would come over and clean, cook, and or bake for him. Often more often than that.

The other day, Mrs. Bullard had been over. The woman in her early sixties had always enjoyed cooking, and after she had tidied up a bit, she had made Curtis a batch of her delicious Brunswick stew. Being the proper woman that she was, Mrs. Bullard waited next to the table, naked, until Curtis had tasted her stew, to make sure that it was okay before she asked him politely if she could worship his big manhood.

That day, like all the other times Mrs. Bullard had cooked for him, Curtis had praised her stew and given him an approving nod. With a joyful smile, Mrs. Bullard had put down a pillow between Curtis's legs to help her achy knees. Once she had gotten down on her knees, however, the older woman didn't waste a second. She eagerly took his big cock into her mouth and started sucking. Curtis had always loved sitting back in his chair, his legs spread, enjoying Mrs. Bullard's delicious stew whilst she sucked him until he exploded and filled her mouth with cum. Usually, she couldn't swallow fast enough, so some leaked out between her lips and dripped down onto her floppy breasts.

"What a wonderful home you have, Mr. Roberson." Stacy looked through the living room, which, combined with the kitchen, formed an open and spacious area. The old-fashioned furniture and the wooden floor gave the home a very welcoming impression.

"Oh, is that a Magu idol?" Genevieve noticed the small African statue on the table in the middle of the room.

"Could be." Curtis smiled and let out a small laugh.

"I don't know if you can tell or not, but I'm not a very artful person. The statue was a gift from the ladies around these parts. They pooled together and got it for my fiftieth birthday. And well, I kind of like it, so there it is." Curtis remembered the day when the men and women from the nearby farms had gathered and surprised him on his birthday. The women had given him the Idol, whilst the men had sprung for a new lawnmower which he truly appreciated. Naturally, for his birthday, each of the women had given him a more intimate gift. And though it didn't happen very often, at the end of the day, Curtis had been quite worn out.

"May I?" She looked over at Mr. Roberson, eager to have a look at it.

"Sure." Curtis glanced over at Emily, who had remained by his side, whilst the two other girls looked at the idol. The girl's thick body had truly put a spell on him. His eyes drifted down to her backside, which he wouldn't mind admiring closer.

Emily's chest slowly heaved with each of her aroused breaths. Though she kept her eyes straight ahead, she could feel Mr. Roberson's eyes on her.

Whilst looking back over at Genevieve and Stacy, who fawned over the idol, Curtis couldn't contain his desire and softly ran his hand down Emily's back until he reached her chunky ass. He followed the natural hills of her curvaceous behind, lightly squeezing her cheeks.

With his big, strong hand on her backside, feeling her up, Emily gave in to her arousal and let out a soft moan.

"Ohh." She glanced over at the big, stout man next to her. She was so horny for him. Her nipples pointed upwards. She couldn't even hear what her friends were talking about. All she was focused on was Mr. Roberson.

"You probably knew this, Mr. Roberson, but this idol is given to a man by a woman who wants him to bed her. So it's quite safe to say that the women who gave you this are very fond of you." Genevieve smiled. Even though she had only just met the robust black man, she could certainly see why all those women had given him the idol. Suddenly, she found herself staring at his nudity, imagining his weighty person on top of her, stretching her tight pussy.

"Oh." Genevieve felt a small nudge to her arm.

Stacy giggled. This time, it had been her turn to give her friend a nudge.

"Well, I'm very fond of the women around here." Curtis smiled and made sure that Emily knew that he also meant the three of them by giving her thick behind an extra squeeze.

"Ooh." A gasp left Emily. This time her friends noticed, and though they were quite envious, Stacy and Genevieve had a similar thought. They wanted to help their friend.

"Ehm, Mr. Roberson, would you perhaps like for me and Genevieve to prepare some dinner?" Stacy hoped that it might give Emily some time alone with Mr. Roberson. At the same time, it gave Stacy a chance to impress him with her cooking. At least, she hoped that it would.

"Yes, we would love to cook something for you," Genevieve chimed in. In reality, she was glad that Stacy was with her. The kitchen wasn't a place where she felt at home. She would be hard-pressed to pick out a spatula.

"I would appreciate that. I've already worked up quite the appetite today." Curtis smiled and patted his big belly.

"It'll be our pleasure, Mr. Roberson." Stacy loved to cook, which surprised people due to her thin figure.

"The fridge should be pretty stocked." Curtis had never had a problem filling his freezer and fridge with meats, potatoes, and vegetables. Some he got from his farm, but most he got from the nearby farmers who would stop by whenever they had put down an animal or harvested some crops. It wasn't something he had ever asked for, but after a while, he understood that it was a way for the men to thank him for bedding their wives.

"Well, I still have some things to do in the barn. Will you two be okay in here?" Curtis asked mostly because he had some old-fashioned equipment in the kitchen, like the gas stove that the girls might not be acquainted with.

"We'll be fine, we'll let you know when dinner is ready." Stacy had already glanced over at the kitchen, and there wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

"Okay, well..." Curtis turned to Emily, who had been gazing at his manly features out of the corner of her eye.

"Would you care to give me a hand out there?" Curtis almost didn't have time to finish his sentence before the young woman answered.

"Yes! I mean, of course." Emily realized how eager she had sounded and felt a bit embarrassed. She could even hear Stacy and Genevieve giggle.

"Okay." Curtis smiled at the sight of Emily's enthusiasm.

"Well, we'll leave you to it then." Curtis gave Stacy and Genevieve a nod and headed outside with Emily.

Just before leaving the house, Emily turned and saw Genevieve mouth out quietly. "Have a good time."

"So, you grew up on a farm?" Curtis asked the young woman on their way over to the barn.

"Yes. Both of my grandparents and my parents had farms. I absolutely loved it. The nature, the animals." Emily told Mr. Roberson about growing up back in England.

"What made you leave?" Curtis was curious.

"Well, my true passion has always been history. So after school, I just knew I had to go to university and study. There are just so many wonderful tales throughout history." Emily's eyes lit up when she began talking about her favorite subject.

"For instance, did you know that the heroic deeds of Robin Hood were actually performed by his African friend and mentor, Nkem Achebe?" Emily was so caught up in the story that she hadn't noticed that she had turned and placed the palms of her hands against Mr. Roberson's manly chest.

"And Robin and Marian's wedding night was just so romantic. Robin sat on his knees next to the bed, holding Marian's hand whilst she lay with Nkem. It is said that the chambermaids outside could even hear her call out Nkem's name." Emily's eyes glistened with romance and arousal when she suddenly realized that she was staring up at Mr. Roberson, with her hands on his chest.

Emily blushed, but just as she was about to remove her hands from his chest and apologize, she felt Mr. Roberson grab her buttocks and pull her in close. When he did, his big belly gently pressed against hers. And against her thigh, Emily felt the impression of his thick cock.

"Oh." A light moan escaped her before her lips met his.

"Mmm." Curtis kissed the young woman, sliding his tongue in between her lips. She tasted just as sweet as he had imagined.

"Mmm..." Emily ran her hands up Mr. Roberson's back. He was such an amazing kisser, knowing just the right balance between softness and confidence.

Curtis kept his hands on her wonderfully chunky ass. Gently squeezing her cheeks, fondling them. He absolutely loved womanly bodies like Emily's.

"Mm." Curtis suddenly broke his kiss off, leaving a thin strand of saliva between their lips. Both he and Emily were breathing heavily. He could see the desire in her eyes. Looking at her in a similar manner, he gave her a quick but passionate kiss before leaning down and licking her left tit.

"Mmm." He felt the softness of her breast as he gently sucked on her erect nipple.

"Ohh." Emily closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall slightly backward.

"Mmm." Curtis took a mouthful of her tit into his mouth, engulfing her entire areola, whilst swirling his tongue around her nipple.

"Ohh, Mr. Roberson." Emily sensually rubbed the back of Mr. Roberson's clean-shaven head as he moved between her tits, mushing his mouth into them and sucking them.

"Mm." Curtis gave her tits one last suck. This time holding her nipple between his lips and pulling it outward, lightly stretching her fleshy tit. When he released her nipple, it sent a ripple through her jiggly breast. With a smile on his face, he gave her another kiss.

"Move over to the tractor and turn around. I want to see your big beautiful ass." Curtis had to give his throbbing cock a stroke when Emily turned around. He almost felt like his manhood had a mind of its own; it wanted to feel the insides of her sweet pussy. But before Curtis gave in to his cock's desire, he just had to feel her ass once more.

Emily hurried over to the front wheel of the tractor. With her hands resting on the top of it, she bent over and stuck out her butt. Showing its grandness to the big, handsome black man.

"Like this?" She glanced back at him almost in a teasing manner. She was so grateful that she had been gifted with large hips and a thick behind.

"Oh yeah." Curtis stroked his fat black cock a few more times, precum dripping from the tip of it, whilst admiring the young woman's lovely behind. Nodding to himself, he got down behind her, his knees hitting the grass.

"Mm mm mm." He shook his head as he planted his big hands on her even bigger ass. Slowly, in circular motions, he ran his hands against her cheeks. What he truly wanted was to part her cheeks and bury his face between them. But, through experience and willpower, he resisted the urge and simply enjoyed feeling her wonderful behind.

"Ohh." Emily closed her eyes. She wanted to fully enjoy Mr. Roberson's touch. Normally, when a black man was behind her like this, she had moaned and pleaded with him to put his big cock up her ass. But since she was a guest at Mr. Roberson's home, and she and her friends had come unannounced, she didn't feel it was proper for her to ask something like that of him.

Oh yeah... Curtis decided to tease himself before he fully committed to his lust. In a semi-swift manner, he spread her cheeks and pushed them back together. Each time he got a glimpse of her juicy pussy. And each time he got a view of her tight sphincter. Both equally inviting.

"Mmm." He couldn't resist any longer. With his hands pulling her cheeks to each side, he leaned in and slid his tongue up between her parting labia to her ass crack.

Damn... He had intended to poke her tight butthole, but her pussy was so wet that he just had to get some more of that.

"Mm." Curtis ran his tongue up her moist pussy, each time giving her clit an extra kiss when he reached that most sacred of spots.

"Ohh, Mr. Roberson!" The expression on Emily's face was that of pure pleasure. Each of his licks sent her biting down on her lower lip. Her hand had instinctively made its way to her breast, where she pinched her sensitive nipple. She could already feel the approaching orgasm. Her pussy was like a bomb ready to go off, and Mr. Roberson's tongue had been the match that had lit the fuse.

"Splunge!" Curtis had stood up and pushed the bulbous head of his cock into Emily's awaiting pussy. He had given in to the desire that ran through his manhood, ready to fuck her hard.

Emily's eyes flew open when she felt the handsome black man enter her from behind. His manhood tipped the scales and set off the explosion inside of her.

"Oooh godddd!" Emily moaned at the top of her lungs. Her moans traveled inside Mr. Roberson's home, where Stacy and Genevieve looked at each other and smiled, knowing what their friend was experiencing.

Curtis smiled when he felt his cock being squeezed rhythmically. He had learned to recognize the sensation of a woman's orgasm a long time ago. Being the man that he was, he held his cock still to give Emily a moment to recover.

Emily's sounds of pleasure even reached the girls' car, where they had left their phones. Inside, the screen on Emily's phone lit up. On the screen, it read, "Oliver calling," and it showed a picture of a brown-haired young man.

Across the ocean, in the UK, Oliver had sat down on his side of the bed after calling his girlfriend. With the phone to his ear, he looked at the framed photos on his nightstand. One featured him and Emily looking at each other lovingly, and the other was from an amazing trip a few years back. In that photograph that was taken on a sunny beach, Emily was topless and smiling whilst a big, handsome black man was cupping her breasts from behind. Oliver kind of wished that he had taken a photograph right after when the black man squeezed and sucked her beautiful tits. He recalled the reason why he hadn't. He was busy coming into his shorts.

It had been several weeks since Emily had left for the US, and Oliver missed her terribly. He missed her smile, her quirky sense of humor, and waking up to her in the morning. And of course, Oliver glanced over at the chair at the bottom of the bed; he missed the beautiful sight of her in bed with a black man.

At least they could see each other and talk through video calls. However, with the time difference between the UK and the US, they had to come up with a semi-regular schedule. Oliver, like he had done today, would call her up at around 11 p. m. his time, which made it 5 p. m. where Emily was.

They also had a rule, which Oliver had come up with. Since he didn't want to disturb her in case she was with a black man, he would hang up after four beeps. Which turned out to be the case this day.

"Oh." Oliver hung up and imagined what Emily might be doing.

With her orgasm subsiding, Curtis grabbed Emily's shapely hips and eased his thickness further into her pussy. Each inch brought with it a blissful moan from the young woman. Slowly, Curtis began moving his hips back and forth, pushing deeper into her womanhood.

"Oh yes, Mr. Roberson... ohhh!" Emily felt her pussy being stretched in such an ecstatic manner. And being bent over like she was, holding onto the tractor tire, brought back some wonderful memories from back home. She and her mother would be bent over their tractor, whilst Mr. Morris and his son Wallace took turns pounding them.

"Ohhhhh!" Feeling Mr. Roberson reaching new incredible depths, Emily leaned her head backward and arched her chest upwards whilst moaning. The immense pleasure she felt was plastered all over her face.

Having taken off his underwear, Oliver lay down on his side of the bed. His small penis was semi-hard, as hard as it would get. Closing his eyes, he could see Emily in front of him, in the arms of a handsome black man. They were kissing.

"Oh, Emily." Oliver slowly stroked his penis.

"Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!" Curtis had picked up his pace. He had a firm grip of her hips and slammed hard into the lovely young woman. He loved how tight she felt. He had never really encountered a woman who hadn't been tight for his beer can size cock.

"Uh uh uh!" Sweat dripped down his forehead. His big balls slapped against Emily's pussy. He had always been a heavy sweater during sex, and this was no different. He even had to slow down for a moment to wipe some off his brow so it wouldn't drip into his eyes.

"Oh god, Mr. Roberson! I'm cumming!" Emily's eyes shut as another explosion went off inside of her, this one even more intense.

This time, however, Curtis didn't ease up. He kept pounding her as hard as he could all through her initial orgasm. He had been with enough women to know that if he just kept going, her climax would turn into another, and then another.

"Ohhhhh! Mr. Robe.... Ohhhhhhhh!" Emily's senses were overwhelmed. Wave after wave of intense bliss rushed through her very being. So great was her orgasm that she couldn't even moan anymore. Her mouth was wide open, but no sounds came out.

"Oh, Emily, ohh..." Oliver felt a splash of cum land on his belly. It had just been a single spurt, then his penis had started dripping instead. In his mind, Emily had just sat down on her knees and was about to take the big black man into her mouth. And just as in real life, he had been so overwhelmed that he had spurted before Emily had even started sucking him.

Breathing heavily, with his girthy cock buried inside the wet cave that was Emily's pussy, Curtis leaned over her back, cupped her soft breasts, and kissed her neck. He could taste the mixture of her natural sweetness and the saltiness from her sweat. Whilst taking a moment to recover, he enjoyed the feeling of having her breasts in his hands. They were soft and big.

"Ahh..." Having somewhat collected his breath, Curtis was once again hungry to lay with the lovely and curvaceous woman he was still buried inside of. But this time he wanted to be on top of her; he wanted to see her pretty face. With ease, he slid his cock out of her, leaving a gaping pussy eager to be stuffed again.

"Oh... ohh.... ohh." With panting breath, Emily opened her eyes. Above her, she saw the handsome Mr. Roberson. The man who had just brought her to heaven. She could tell that he was helping her down onto her back.

Emily gasped when she felt the grass on her back and saw Mr. Roberson get on top of her. If there was one thing that she hoped that she would get to experience for as long as she lived, it would be to look up and see a big black man on top of her.

When Curtis saw Emily look up at him, panting, he could tell she was ready for more. Looking into her lovely eyes, he grabbed his meaty cock and slid it inside of her. This time, however, it easily slid inside, like her pussy had been longing for it.

"Ohh!" Emily let out a yearning moan.

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!" Curtis began to move his hips slowly, sliding his manhood back and forth, quickly picking up his pace.

"Oh! ohhh! ohhh! Ohh! ohhh!" Emily's eyes were fixed on Mr. Roberson's. Her arms were around his neck and holding on as he pummeled her harder and harder. Her soft naturals bounced back and forth with each weighty thrust.

Oh god yes... There just wasn't a greater feeling for Emily than having a big black man on top of her, stuffing her with his thick cock.

"Ah ahh ahh ahh!" Curtis fucked her without holding back an inch. Each of his heavy thrusts slammed the entire length of his cock inside of her. He could feel the intensity build up inside his huge balls.

"Ohhhohhhohhhhohhh!" Emily held onto Curtis for dear life. He fucked her so hard. So good. One orgasm right after the other. She could hardly think clearly. Only one thought came to her in her state of bliss. She wanted Curtis to keep fucking her.

"Ahh ahhhhhhhh!" Curtis barely managed to pull his throbbing cock out of her before the first thick rope of cum shot out of his cock. The explosiveness made it splash across Emily's entire body before landing in her hair.

Instinctively, and quite rapidly, Emily raised her head and opened her mouth when she saw Mr. Roberson move up to her face. Several ropes of semen hit her breasts before she was able to wrap her lips around the tip of the erupting volcano that was his cock.

"Ah ahh ahhh ahh!" Curtis's hips jerked and his buttcheeks clenched with each thick strand of cum that shot out of his cock.

"Mgh mghhmm." Emily's eyes widened at the sheer wealth of sperm that filled up inside of her mouth. She needed to swallow before taking any more, but to do so, she had to release him.

"Mghmm." Emily had to pull back, and when the tip of his cock left her lips, it blasted her face with globs of cum.

Oh yes mmm... Emily was on cloud nine. Not only was she swallowing a mouthful of Mr. Roberson's slimy and savory sperm, but he was coming on her face at the same time.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahh!" Curtis jerked. One last rope shot out from the tip of his cock and landed on Emily's face.

"Ahh..." Curtis exhaled heavily. He looked down at Emily's lovely and cum-splashed face. She was already licking the last drops of sperm from the slit of his manhood. He had to admit, he did love the sight of a woman's face covered in his cum.

"Mmm... Thank you for letting me swallow your delicious cum, Mr. Roberson." Emily slowly stroked the thickness of his manhood. Her fingers couldn't even get halfway around. She looked up at him. He looked so hot and manly, standing over her, all sweaty.

"You're very welcome." Curtis hungrily looked down at the shapely girl. Her body now glistened with sweat. He didn't care that her face was covered in his cum; he just had to kiss her.

"Oh." Emily suddenly felt herself raised to her feet by Mr. Roberson's strong arms. His lips quickly found hers, and his tongue slid in between her lips.

"Mmm." Curtis kissed her passionately whilst grabbing her chunky asscheeks.

To be continued...