The pair stood there for a moment, looking to all the world like a couple in love. Sigrid reached into her pocket and extracted her phone. "I want to capture this..." she whispered, taking a photo of Marcus, his handsome features creased in a loving smile.
She then turned the front camera on, snuggling close to him so they could pose for a selfie. The click of the phone captured that moment in time, the two of them next to each other, the look of love for each other in their eyes.
"Let me walk you back to your car..." he said softly.
*****
Marcus sat in the backseat of Sigrid's car; his right arm draped over the headrests as his left hand gently stroked her dark-brown locks. The black man groaned softly as his eyes flicked from outside the car, checking to see if the coast was still clear, then back down to Sigrid's head, slowly moving up and down in his lap.
They had returned to the car and their goodbye kiss had turned from a romantic peck on the lips to something more passionate. Breaking the kiss, Sigrid had looked into his eyes, her blue eyes sparkling with arousal. No words had been spoken, none were required, as they quickly made their way into the backseat of her car.
Marcus had sat down in the back left seat, while Sigrid had moved to the right. Looking into his eyes, she'd reached for the zipper on his trousers, pulling it down before reaching inside to find what she was looking for. She's extracted Marcus's thick tube of black African flesh from his trousers, feeling it starting to harden under her touch. A few gentle strokes helped it on its way.
Sigrid had looked into Marcus's eyes one last time before she had lowered her head towards the black cock she held in her pale, white hands. He had groaned softly, closing his eyes as her pink tongue flicked out to lick the sensitive head. Feeling him stiffen in pleasure, Sigrid continued this technique, using small, short delicate flicks of her tongue to explore his most sensitive areas and then nipping at his frenum with just her lips. He had opened his eyes, his hand resting on her head, fingers entwined her hair.
As she continued to stimulate his cock, she started to feel the first indications of her own growing arousal as she felt her Nordic vagina starting to moisten in anticipation of being penetrated by his black cock. "Sigi..." he moaned softly as her flicks turned to small circles around the tip of his cock, moistening it as she tasted his precum seeping from the slit.
His moans of pleasure turned to groans of delight as she opened her mouth wide and took his head in, sucking on his sensitive glands. The feeling of Marcus shifting in the backseat, his hand gently holding her head in position was thrilling to Sigrid. It felt dirty, doing this in the backseat of her car. But equally she felt alive, giving in to her desires with the man she was growing to love more and more each day.
Sigrid's lips formed a tight seal around the tube of black flesh in her mouth. She loved the taste, the texture, the sensations she felt as she sucked harder and harder, her tongue coating the black flesh with warm saliva. It grew slicker and slicker in her mouth as she moved up and down the shaft, taking more and more length into her mouth and down her throat.
"Uhhhhrrgh..." Marcus moaned loudly as he felt the head of his cock push against the back of her throat. She fought against her natural gag reflex, wanting to take as much of him as possible into her mouth. Saliva started to drool from the corners of her mouth, oozing down his dark shaft as she continued to bob her head up and down, trying to cram more and more of him into her oral cavity with each downward movement.
Steeling herself, she continued to push down on the downward movement of her head, taking his African cock deeper into her mouth than she'd ever down before and certainly far deeper than she had with any of her other partners, including Magnus. The black cock filled her esophagus and the sensations that this created for Marcus were incredible. "Oh...fuck...that's so good..." Marcus gasped in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of the young Nordic woman slavering all over his black cock.
She held herself in position for as long as she could, desperately fighting the gag reflex and the screaming in her lungs for air. She wanted to pleasure Marcus as much as she could. Part of Marcus instinctively wanted to hold her head down, to prolong the sensations she was creating in his loins, but he also knew she needed to breathe, and it was with a touch of regret when she eventually pulled her head free, a loud gasp escaping from her stretched throat. "Gahhh..."
Sigrid looked up at Marcus as she panted softly, trying to refill her lungs with oxygen. "Oh...God...that...that felt so good..." he whispered softly, heavily breathing himself as he willed himself to calm down, to control the sensation to explode all over her face. He wanted to cum, wanted to feel the release, but he wanted to feel himself ejaculate inside her even more, to look into her blue eyes as she felt his potent African seed filling her fertile Nordic temple.
"I want you to cum..." she whispered as she lowered her head again. "No..." he whispered in reply, causing her to stop and look up at him. "Not like this...I want to feel you...inside you..." he said, softly. Sigrid paused, looking at him with a combination of arousal and concern, aware of the potential risks of any coupling.
"M...Marcus...I...I'm not protected..." Sigrid whispered nervously. He nodded, the logical part of his brain starting to assert control over the emotion part that was instinctively driving him towards the natural outcome of any sexual coupling, the impregnation of the female by the male and the continuation of their combined genetic offspring. "Ok...maybe we'll wait," he whispered in reply, his logical brain gaining dominance.
It was only a second in time, but it felt like forever as Sigrid pondered the potential consequences of her next decision. She shook her head. "No...no...it's ok...I...I want this...I want to feel you inside me..." she whispered in nervous excitement. She was about to fuck him again without protection. She knew she was taking a risk, but she did her best to brush her concerns aside. It had only been a short time since she'd come off the pill and she hoped that she'd still be protected to a degree. If anything happens, I'll deal with it then, she thought to herself.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Sigrid nodded, her hands already starting to move up underneath her dress, tugging at her lacy panties. Although it was awkward in the confines of the backseat of her car, Sigrid managed to pulled her panties down her pale legs and over her sandal encased feet. She dropped the lacy blue item on the floor as Marcus gently stroked his cock, keeping it aroused as she maneuvered herself into position.
The pair looked out the windows of the car, the carpark was still deserted with only a few people running in the distance. She positioned herself with her back towards him as she settled her groin over his lap. "Are you sure?" he whispered softly. Sigrid nodded, her eyes still glancing around outside to make sure no one was nearby.
A moment later, the car was filled with a long, soft combined moan of pleasure from two throats as the warm, wet sensation of her Nordic vagina engulfed his African penis. Sinking down onto his black shaft, she felt the head part her pink folds and spear slowly into her depths. The sensation was incredible for her as it burrowed deeper, inch by inch as she continued to sink onto his lap. This was raw sexuality, the meeting of two people from two different worlds, coming together in an expression of love. She could feel every ridge, the slight curve of his cock as it pushed deeper into her vaginal sheath.
"Oh...yes..." she hissed as she finally reached the bottom, his black cock fully encased into her willing, white body. Marcus's hands were on her hips, slowly controlling her descent as he relished the feeling of her tight tunnel gripping him and the pressure of his head pressed against her cervix. "You're so wet...so tight...so... hot!" he whispered as she started to rock backwards and forwards, simply enjoying the sensation of her black lover buried deep inside her.
Although it was cramped in the back seat of the car and Sigrid had little room to move up and down, she was content to simply rock her hips backwards and forwards, stimulating him with her small movements. Marcus buried his face in the back of her neck, feeling her brown hair cover his face as he enjoyed her aroma, the scent of her arousal that mingled with the stronger fragrance of her shampoo and perfume. "You smell so good..." he whispered.
Despite her intense focus on the black cock buried inside her, Sigrid couldn't help but giggle softly. "Is that all that's good about me?"
"No...there's this..." he whispered in reply, his right hand moving from her waist and pulling the hem of her dress up. She felt it searching, moving up her thigh towards her crotch where their bodies were joined together. "Ahhh..." she gasped softly as his dark fingers probed her pink folds, seeking her clit. As soon as they found the small nub of pleasure, he started a slow circular motion with his fingertip, stimulating it and pushing her down a path towards her orgasm.
"Yes..." she hissed. "Keep doing that...right there..." She squeezed down, trying to derive as much pleasure as possible from his African shaft. "You're...you're so thick..." she gasped, enjoying the incredible sensations his bare African cock was generating inside her Nordic pussy. Marcus grunted in reply, busy stimulating her pink pleasure button and thrusting upwards with his hips in time to her rocking motions.
Despite his focus on pleasuring her and the sensations she was generating around his cock, Marcus still realized the reality of their situation. He was bare inside her and she wasn't on the pill. Part of him at an instinctive level wanted to spill his African seed inside her fertile Nordic womb again, sharing his essence with her in the most intimate way possible. Another part of his brain was aware of the risks this entailed. Despite the impact this would have on his life, he wasn't averse to the idea of having a child, even one that was mixed-race, and Sigrid had certainly demonstrated that she would make a loving and caring mother, better than any of his previous girlfriends. But it was a big step, one that she needed to agree with.
"Uh..." he groaned, trying to find his voice as the pleasurable sensations continued. "S...Sigi..." he gasped. "I...I'm getting...close..."
