This story is a continuation of my "Root and the Pharmacist's Wife" series. However, Luther "Root" Casey, our hung young stud featured in the series, isn't included here. Instead we focus on the buxom Ellen Heath, who is now the pharmacist's ex-wife, having moved to the city for new adventures her own.
All characters depicted are fictitious and of legal age.
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"Oh, my god! You really have to meet Reggie!" Tiffany giggled after Ellen had shyly revealed that she had a thing for guys with really big cocks.
The two ladies were both in a MBA program at a city college and had gone out for drinks one summer afternoon after class. And after their second round of margaritas the conversation had turned away from school and onto men.
"Reggie is a really sweet guy, and we went out a couple of times, but when we ended up in bed, my god, he nearly split me open!" Tiffany continued, "It's not that his dick is long, which it is, but it's really thick. I couldn't even put my hand around it!"
"Wow!" was all Ellen could say as she leaned in to hear more, her big tits now resting on the table. Though she and Tiffany were about the same height, her young Black friend was built quite differently -- cute and skinny with a perky set of tits and a vivacious personality to match. Considering all that, it didn't surprise Ellen that her pussy couldn't accommodate a stud like Reggie.
"Yeah, wow is right! Turns out my cootch is way too tight for him. He could only get the head of that monster inside me before we had to stop."
"Seriously?"
"My god, yes! We tried lube, and that helped a bit, but I didn't want to get my vag all stretched out, ya' know, so I just ended up sucking him off. But even that wasn't easy! Stretching my mouth around that monster! My jaw was sore for a full day after that!"
"Amazing!"
"No kidding! And when he came, it was like I was sucking on a fire hose! Damn near drowned me in his splooge!"
"He had a lot, huh?"
"I've never seen anything like it!" Tiffany went on, "So, if you wanna' meet a cool guy who's hung like a stallion and cums like a rocket, I'll hook you up with Reggie!"
Ellen had been trying her best to temper her enthusiasm as Tiffany talked, not wanting to appear like too much of a big cock slut to her new friend. But from her intent expression, Tiffany knew that Ellen and Reggie definitely needed to meet.
So before they parted, the ladies agreed to meet up at the bar again the next afternoon, and Tiffany would be sure that Reggie dropped by.
Ellen spent most of the following day in the campus library working on a paper for her microeconomics class. But she had difficulty concentrating as her mind kept returning to Reggie. Because if what Tiffany had said was true, this guy could be just what she was looking for.
It's not that Ellen wasn't already getting speared by a guy with a huge cock. Luther Casey, her young lover from her old town, was a regular visitor to her bed. And their lovemaking was always great. But since her divorce, she'd been quietly on the prowl, looking for other well-hung guys with cocks that could fill up her capacious pussy and help compensate for her years of repressed lust.
Doubly blessed -- or doubly cursed, as she'd once thought -- Ellen's vagina matched her tits in relative size. Meaning guys with normal-sized dicks felt lost inside her cavernous twat. After 15 years of marriage to a very normal man (in so many ways aside from his pecker) it wasn't until she met Luther that she realized what it felt like to have a cock inside her that was well-matched to her pussy.
Luther was also the first guy to fist her, which had also been an amazing discovery, given the internal capacity of her pussy. And since then, she'd gotten a few of her other lovers to do that while she worked over her big clit.
But still, a guy's hand inside her wasn't nearly as good as getting plowed by a dude with a huge cock who knew how to use it. Guys with willing hands were a dime a dozen. Dudes with cocks the size that she needed were a very rare breed.
So if Reggie was as big as advertised, Ellen Heath would gladly reel him in. And with a fleshy set of 38F tits mounted on her tall curvaceous frame, she was confident he'd take the bait.
Tiffany and Reggie were already at the bar the next afternoon when Ellen arrived. And from the way Reggie checked her out when they were introduced, she knew she had him hooked.
Ellen was wearing a knee-length summer skirt and a sleeveless v-neck knit top with buttons down the front. She'd kept it buttoned-up during her day's classes, but had undone a few before coming to the bar, putting her ample cleavage on a subtle but alluring display.
Reggie was a tall, handsome black man in his mid-thirties, dressed in casual but stylish apparel. He had a big bright smile and a great laugh and Ellen was immediately smitten, appreciating the way he focused on his two lovely companions instead of talking about himself, like most men she knew. And knowing that he had a huge cock packed inside his form-fitting jeans made him all the more attractive.
After a couple of drinks and some lively conversation, Reggie returned from making a phone call and announced that his buddy had to work late, so he now had an extra ticket for that evening's baseball game against their team's division rivals.
Tiffany wasn't a baseball fan, so she insisted he and Ellen should go. So the two were soon tooling along to the stadium in Reggie's sleek late-model Mercedes, getting better acquainted.
Ellen learned that Reggie had gone to a downstate college on a basketball scholarship, but lost his full ride when he blew out his knee after his sophomore year. So he moved back to the city and worked his way through the same school where Tiffany and Ellen were now doing their MBA's.
A budding entrepreneur, he started a car detailing business to pay his tuition, something he and his brother had done in high school. It became successful, so he and his brother hired some friends to help out, and then eventually bought a car wash too. And now they had four of these wash and detailing businesses throughout the city, and they were all doing really well.
No surprise, Reggie had great seats for the game -- five rows back along the third baseline. He and Ellen talked and laughed throughout the game, and gradually moved closer, with Reggie putting his arm around her shoulder while she placed her hand on his thigh. And when she did, she quickly discovered the thick python stretching down his pant leg.
Discreetly placing his jacket over his lap, Reggie pulled Ellen closer while she began massaging his growing member. To those around them, they were just an attractive couple enjoying a night of baseball. But with their eyes still on the field, the two began engaging in a very different game.
While Ellen groped his raging boner, Reggie slid his long fingers through the side of her top, touching the outermost edge of her right breast. And as she leaned against his shoulder, the two exchanged giggled whispers and brief kisses, knowing they'd be fucking each other's brains out as soon as possible.
Their team's rivals were no match for their ace pitcher, so by the seventh inning stretch the game was out of reach. Using that as their excuse to leave, Reggie and Ellen quickly made their exit.
Holding hands as they hurried out of the stadium, they were immediately kissing and groping as soon as they ducked back into the car. Her libido in overdrive, Ellen shoved her tongue down his throat and gripped his cock while he groaned and squeezed her lavish tits. Then planting his face in her cleavage, he slid his long tongue into her tits' crevasse as he kissed and sucked on her fleshy wonders.
The Mercedes' tinted windows blocked any prying eyes, and the couple could have easily escalated their foreplay into full-on fucking. However, they agreed that heading back to Reggie's was the wise choice. But since Ellen had already gotten his gorgeous cock out of his pants, she wasn't giving it up.
So after pushing his seat back and cranking up some R&B, Reggie carefully drove home with Ellen's head in his lap, hungrily working her mouth over his thick slab of jet cock.
Reggie was proving to be everything Ellen had hoped for, and then some. Aside from being a sweet and handsome looking man, his cock was just as Tiffany had described: fucking huge. It was an inch or so longer than Luther's ten inch monster, and probably that much thicker in girth. It was an absolute beast, and Ellen couldn't wait to get it inside her -- the anticipation of fucking such a weapon made pussy juices run down her thighs as she mouthed his raging bull.
Slumped down in the leather seat, Reggie blissfully smiled and groaned as she gorged herself on his cock. Ellen was employing a level of big cock expertise that confirmed what Tiffany had told him. She was definitely no rookie in this game, and he loved making it with a lady who knew how to handle some serious wood.
By the time they pulled into the private garage of Reggie's modern midtown condo, Ellen had been throating his cock for the last two miles. So with his pants down to his knees and his huge member slick with spit, Reggie slid out of the car and helped Ellen climb out behind him. Then pushing her against the side of the Mercedes, the two began kissing and tugging at each other's clothes.
Reggie's garage was the cleanest Ellen had ever seen. He obviously wanted his fine automobiles to have pristine living conditions, so the carpeting and crafted wood cabinetry were just part of the functional decor for the Mercedes and a black Porsche Carrera in residence.
While Ellen undid his shirt, Reggie removed her knit top and sexy black bra so that her succulent tits hung onto her chest like resting torpedoes, their big brown nipples aimed front and center. He then undid her skirt and yanked it down, discovering as he did that she wasn't wearing panties, leaving her trimmed patch of dark carpet on full display.
"Mmm...yea! You're going commando!" he exclaimed as she stepped out of her skirt. "You were ready for me, weren't you baby?"
