Gideon Gryder thought that he probably should have felt more uneasy about the situation which he'd set into motion. It wasn't merely that he'd seduced his old band mate's young girlfriend a few nights back, or even that he'd spent the last few nights getting Erich Barnes so blind drunk that he wouldn't notice as Gideon sexually pursued his significant other. Even now, Gideon's thoughts of stripping Joy Marinero down to her pale beauty and taking her on the mattress or in the back seat of his car or even on the floor was more than enough to stimulate his hormones and encourage the normal male response. Gideon knew that Joy understood that this started out as a sort of mutual lust, and that they really weren't right for each other. His problem was that since they'd become secret lovers, the young white girl felt so right to him that he couldn't just ignore those obsessions welling up around them. What actually bothered Gideon least of all was his sense of timing. He knew that his timing should have been his primary concern, but he lived for the present. Anything passed a single day meant planning for the future and that wasn't where Gideon's head was at all.
Four nights back Gideon Gryder had sat quietly outside Erich and Joy's bedroom door listening while the two of them fucked--compliments of a couple of carefully spiked cocktails that he'd made for them. After just a few short minutes, he heard Erich grunt and groan, and then he heard Joy bark, "Damn! You're a selfish shit! You know that?"
Fifteen minutes later, covered by the sound of Erich's snores, Gideon sneaked into their room and crept carefully over to Joy's side of the bed. He fought back the urge to fondle her breasts as she laid naked next to Erich. Slowly, Gideon placed his fingers on Joy's lips to silently awaken her. At least she didn't jump. "Gideon, what do you want?" she whined as she pulled at the sheet to try to cover her nakedness.
"You'd better come downstairs," he whispered. "Right now."
"Why?"
"Shh...It's important."
"Wait Ôtil I get my robe on," she muttered.
"Hurry." Gideon headed for the doorway, pretending not to watch as Joy sat up and slipped her naked body into a silken jade green robe.
As she followed him downstairs, Joy murmured, "What's going on? Erich'll wake up any time now."
"Not very likely," he thought. "Not after what I've found." Gideon held up a small package of white powder. "Looks like he got started long before the rest of us."
"That sonuvabitch," Joy nearly growled. "No wonder..."
"Yeah," Gryder nodded. "Wham! Boy! Thank-you, Joy! Must've lasted almost three minutes before he was totally out of it."
Her face reddened. "You listened?"
Oops! "The whole house heard you."
"Shit." She was steaming by then. Unaware that Gideon Gryder knew all of the lingering effects of his potent drug, Joy sweated, still irritated by the nervous frustration of her unfulfilled sexual drive. Her body felt as if an army of tiny ants were crawling just under hr skin and she wanted to scratch herself everywhere. No! She'd rather have some other person scratching her numerous itches. Subconsciously, she allowed her robe to fall open, so that she could scratch one of her ribs.
"I hope you don't mind, but I plan on making up for Erich's callous disregard for your needs?" Gideon Gryder opened his bathrobe. Beneath the dark blue terry cloth covering his black body was totally naked. Then just as quickly he reached out for her silken wrap.
Since she'd worn only the thin night robe against the evening cold, Joy moaned with both frustration and confusion as Gideon's warm dark hands pulled her diaphanous robe away from her breasts.
"What are you...?" Suddenly Joy's mouth was pinned by Gideon's lips and his tongue hungrily examined everything there was to find. For a second she tried turning away from him. "Gideon..."
After giving into his kiss, Joy pulled back. "Don't. Erich'll wake up."
Gideon Gryder knew that that wasn't very likely. "Erich's not important, Joy. You are." He bent his head down to flick his tongue out at one of her exposed nipples. Moistening the tip of the nipple with his tongue, Gideon softly drew on her raised flesh, sucking her now erected nipple with his large eager lips.
Joy Marinero caught her breath. The odd combination of irritation and too much saliva made her nipple tingle with a brand new excitement. Instead of pushing him back, she stood quietly while his hands and lips examined her skin from hip to shoulder and in a straight line from her sternum right down to the pelvic mound. Suddenly she felt her balance tilted as Joy was pushed back and positioned on the cushions of the downstairs couch.
"This isn't right." She said as she started to squirm beneath him.
"It is right," Gideon answered. Now his hands were on her thighs, and he used his body's angular momentum to part her legs. Still keeping his body wedged between her knees, Gideon let his own robe fall to the floor. "You'll see."
Letting a breathy sigh escape, Joy could only stare at his coal black erection now jutting free and perpendicular to Gideon's stomach muscles. She sighed once again as his weight descended upon the couch and down over top of her thighs and abdomen, However Joy didn't bother to protest any more. The effects of that uncomfortable itch distracted her again. Gideon's body movements seemed to grate against the source of the itch relieving it for a moment or so.
Suddenly beneath her distraction, Joy realized that for the first time in her life she was destined to submit to something she'd never ever expected to experience. Her brown pubic hair was now brushing against his kinky black pubes, and the lips of her loins were broached by his large probing African American cock--twice, thrice, and yet again. As if in a dream state, her muscles stiffened under him, and her thighs arose in an acceptance unbidden by her conscious mind.
Gideon Gryder pushed inward with a strong steady movement, so that every part of the young white woman seemed to stretch and dilate as he pressed his thick cock forward. Despite her inner resistance and inhibitions, Joy was still dripping with semen from her love making with her white boyfriend, so she permitted Gideon to slide sharply into her. All that natural wetness which Erich had deposited some minutes before now allowed her to acquiesce to Gideon's penis as his thick erection slipped easily into her supple wet loins.
Suddenly Gideon's unexpected presence felt somehow right to her. Joy let her lungs exhale a soft moan while her toes curled involuntarily as the entirety of Gideon's cock slithered longingly through her labia and up into the enfolding wet heat of her supple sheath.
When Gideon Gryder's big, purple-black lips found her smaller pink lips once again, Joy didn't refuse him. Her arms hesitantly reached up and around her new paramour, her startlingly black lover. Joy pulled against him to draw the entire length of his erected organ deep within her. Adapting to the novel experience of his blunt penetration left her inwardly anxious, yet outwardly calm. Conceding hungrily to Gryder's hard pressed kissing, Joy perceived that her mature partner's erection was growing and strengthening inside her while his long black thighs and dangling testicles anchored themselves just beyond her point of entry.
Much too soon, Gideon Gryder moaned.
But his soft muffled groan excited Joy Marinero, so that now her legs were rigidly clamped against his hips. Joy thrust her abdomen upward, enclasping his penetration, listening to her body cry down deep for even deeper penetration. Joy dug her fingernails into his naked brown back, her arms trembling with the tense exertion the two of them now shared.
Joy realized that Gideon Gryder was about to cum inside of her pussy. This wasn't supposed to be happening, she thought. It's all wrong. Joy never bothered with protection with her significant other, Erich, because for the last four or five months the two of them had been trying to get her knocked up.
What if Gideon wasn't the reproductive wimp that Erich was? Joy thought. There's no room in my life for this kind of complication.
But with Gideon Gryder's strong arms coiled around her and his nearly two hundred pounds of masculinity pinning her under his dominant thrusts, Joy's controlled breathing soon transformed into an unmanageable gasping. She looked up into the black man's eyes and she saw an affectionate gaze looking back at her. Continuing to arch her back in order to make her hips rise, Joy let her head sink into the soft cushions of the living room sofa. Part of her mind wondered if maybe it wasn't time to bail out--to call a halt to this whole thing. Not yet, her nagging itch replied internally. Their conjugal pistoning played out in pure pleasure where she'd allowed Gideon access. After all his lengthy, bolstered presence was intimately gratifying. Joy Marinero decided she'd endure his diverting embrace and pistoning penis for a couple of minutes more, and then they'd stop. Suddenly the black man quaked, overwhelmed by his own climactic needs.
Joy hadn't brought this tumultuous sexual event to a standstill in time. Now her mind and body shuddered as Gideon Gryder's muscles, lungs, and vocal cords signaled a flurry of changes in the black man's demeanor.
Clutching Joy close to him as he balanced atop her white thighs, and yet still mobile inside her body, Gideon allowed his mind and his pent up emotions to explode from the loins outward. Spurting hoards of wet, heated, liquids surged out from deep within him, as Gideon let his passion sweep outward. Overjoyed that he was still enveloped deep inside of his white partner's cunt, his warm, sticky sperm spewed forth in thick potent bursts.
Yet in spite of his climax, Gideon continued to hold Joy tight, to move slowly within her.
