Author's Note: This is how Ulysses' story ends. Feel free to read September Catalysts to learn how he impregnated one of the characters reused in this story.
Chapter 1
So many women he made love to. They were mothers, daughters, grandmothers, aunts, nieces, sisters, single, married, two at once, three at once, sometimes even five at once, all white, with the exception of a hand full of Latinas. They all climaxed in his arms, their pussies contracting, coating his black cock in vaginal fluids, shaking with orgasmic tremors as he held them.
He loved white women, having been around them, even raised by one, most of his life. He loved their silky soft hair, he loved the look on their face when they saw his manhood for the first time, he loved their enthusiasm to give themselves to him, he loved their moans and cries of pleasure while his massive, long, black cock was embedded in them.
He loved their sweetness, their kisses, their smiles while they serviced him. He loved them all in their own special way. There was one woman he loved the most, or thought he did, and ironically she wasn't even white. Michelle belonged to the small percentage of Latinas he had been with.
Here Ulysses found himself in Miami with her, for what he assumed was the very last time. They were both soaking wet with sweat, their muscles covered in small rivers, evident of their hours of lovemaking. Ulysses wouldn't stop, he didn't stop, cumming and filling her with semen, he kept going and going. He ignored the hypersensitive discomfort his cock felt, not looking away from her eyes, his hands gripping her waist while she straddled him, and kept thrusting upward, bringing her another orgasm and eventually, himself one. He loved listening to her cry out in his hotel room all night.
Finally he found himself exhausted. Ulysses stood off the bed, taking Michelle with him, and worked toward their final climax. She threw her head back, he looked to her six pack abs, watching them tighten, knowing she was cumming, and ejaculated for the final time. He lay the former fitness model gently down on the bed, climbing on top of one another, and began licking her. He licked her sweat from her body, he licked his own, he licked her cum engorged pussy, loving the taste of their mixed juices.
Collapsing next to her, he pulled her on top of his chiseled, dark chocolate body and held her silently until they fell asleep.
When he awoke several hours later, his fantasy had left him. It wasn't actually Michelle at all. It was Christine, a fellow model who he met for dinner that night. She knew of Michelle's situation and offered herself to Ulysses. Christine was basically a white version of Michelle; he couldn't say no.
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Christine said goodbye later that morning, reminding him she was there for him.
Ulysses thought back to phone calls with Michelle pleading for her to rethink things. But Michelle couldn't. Her husband, in his disturbing, deranged, dark nature, committed suicide a year ago. He had fantasies of Michelle and Ulysses being together. A cum-stained magazine cover featuring Michelle and Ulysses made that clear. Mixed with his own insecurities, he took his own life. Michelle, out of guilt, thinking she could've been a better wife, not succumbing to the sexual tension between her and Ulysses, thinking she could've helped him instead of getting angry with him and cheating, didn't pursue things with Ulysses. She quit modeling, focusing on her son, making him her life.
Ulysses continued on as a fitness model, building a friendship with Christine. One final glance over her shoulder as she walked down the hotel hallway, a soft smile, Ulysses thought she filled a void -albeit temporarily.
Ulysses showered, thinking about how thankful he was to have a wonderful mother-like woman in his life named Devin. She was his former step-mother; Devin and Ulysses' father were no longer married.
After his shower, he called Devin. The 40-year-old blonde beauty encouraged him to visit more friends while traveling - one friend in particular. He inspected his slightly sore penis before dressing, knowing who Devin was suggesting; a beautiful brunette he would see later that evening.
Chapter 2
"Ahhh!" Denise cried out, throwing her head back, extending her arms to her sides, her long brown hair reaching to her butt. Ulysses grabbed one of her large breasts, bringing it to his mouth, sucking on it, moaning at its taste. After telling her about what happened with Michelle, Denise was doing her part to comfort him, temporarily filling a void, while his cock filled her pussy.
Denise shook and convulsed, bucking her hips against Ulysses, her clitoris banging against his six pack abs. "Yesss," she cried out, looking to the ceiling.
Ulysses released her breasts and watched her climax, "Beautiful," he thought - his brown hands, caressing her neck, her shoulders, finally combing through her hair as she shook. Oh how he loved watching white women cum.
When she was done with her third orgasm, she fell into him on the couch where they sat in her living room. "I love it, I love it," Denise said, out of breath, referring to Ulysses' pulsing cock pressing against her cervix.
"What about me?" Ulysses jokingly asked.
Denise chuckled, looking into his eyes, grabbing his face, her mouth enveloping his. She broke the kiss and played with his dreads, "I love you very much. If you were made of chocolate, I would eat you."
Ulysses erupted in laughter, "I've never heard that before. But thanks?" They kissed once more.
Denise was back in Miami to tie up some loose ends with the house she was selling. She was also flying to Los Angeles the next day to visit a friend - one Ulysses also knew. Her frequent phone calls with her best male friend, Ulysses, allowed them to coordinate things so Ulysses would accompany her on her trip.
As always, the two friends made love, the busty, brunette, Denise eagerly worshipping Ulysses' perfect body.
Minutes later, Denise had her hands on Ulysses' while his held her breasts from behind. He was kissing her neck, nibbling her hair, gently sliding his cock in and out of her. After several minutes, he slowly pushed her down to all fours. Denise rolled over onto her back instead, grabbed her own breasts, and arched her back. Ulysses stroked his cock a few times, pointed it at Denise, and sprayed her with semen. She moaned with delight when Ulysses' hot cum landed on her body.
Ulysses lay back on the bed, Denise not bothering to wipe herself, lying on him, rubbing his cum into both of them. She kissed and licked at his nipple, moaning at his taste, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You're going to be my travel buddy," she said.
"I know. I'm looking forward to it," Ulysses running his hands up and down her body. "So are you looking forward to seeing Wendy?"
"Mmhmm, I want to convince her to move to Charleston with Henry and me."
"And you will get to meet your son," Denise reminded him. "So we'll both be busy out there."
Ulysses nodded. He thought about the woman he impregnated, Wendy, whom he had spoken to on several occasions, practically begging her to let him support the child. She insisted she was fine and that she and her oldest son were having a wonderful time caring for the baby. There were no hard feelings or ill will. Wendy invited Ulysses to Los Angeles to at least meet the baby. Since Denise was traveling there too, they coordinated work schedules and decided to make the trip together.
The special thing about Wendy was she was Michelle's older sister. During their night of love-making a year and a half ago, Ulysses admitted his feelings toward Michelle. Wendy was sympathetic, offering Ulysses a breast to fill his mouth, her pussy filled with cum, becoming pregnant - temporarily filling the void for Ulysses.
Chapter 3
As Ulysses predicted, Denise would want to have sex on the plane, they did - twice.
Near the final stretch of their flight across the country, one of the flight attendants caught Denise's eye.
"She's been staring at you all flight. I think she knows what you and I did in the bathroom," Denise whispered.
"Oh, heh, maybe."
Denise called her over, embarrassing Ulysses. "Hi," she said to the younger, just as busty, blonde.
"Hello, may I get you something ma'am?" she asked.
"Oh, no, I'm good. Can I get you something?" Denise smiled, glancing to Ulysses' crotch.
The flight attendant blushed, picking up on what Denise was saying. She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Fifteen minutes later, Ulysses returned to his seat, rolling his eyes.
"What's her name?" Denise asked.
