When Myron took a step back, Bev had a clear view where he was pointing. Feeling the muscles of her jaw throb after straining to accommodate such a challenging girth, Beverly wondered just how she was going to manage taking all of him inside her.
"You've delivered two kids..." a distant voice tried reassuring, but as she stared up at Myron's cock jutting like a third arm from his crotch, she felt a icy hot jolt quiver through her body knowing the ordeal he was about to put her through.
Somehow, Bev had no fear of the naked stranger standing above her. She sensed that if she went over and grabbed her pile of discarded clothes, he would allow her to dress, leave and return to her life as it was, without a word. Still, Beverly found herself doing exactly as he had told her. Struggling to stand back up and make her way towards the bed, for the first time in her life Bev could literally taste her own selfish and primal want.
The rest of Beverly's body had filled so completely with numbing shock, she'd forgotten just how tired the soles of her feet were until she tried once again to stand. With a little help from Myron, Bev slowly made herself upright and allowed him to guide her to the bed.
Easing behind Bev once they reached the foot of the bed, Myron slid his hands down to her waist and raised her blue sweater up over her head, leaving the married woman standing there in nothing but her bra. Reaching his hands around Beverly from behind, Myron wrapped his large black hands around each of her tits, squeezing the ivory white cups of her bra firmly between his fingers and palms. Kneading Bev's fleshy bosom over and over, Myron held her tight against his bare chest, kissing his lips repeatedly over her neck and collarbone as his still rigid cock poked insistently at her rear.
Snugly embracing Bev from behind, Myron patiently kneaded her breasts for several minutes until each of her nipples were graphically poking out the sheer material of her bra cups. Her back trembling against his chest, Myron licked his tongue underneath Bev's earlobe, over her shoulder blades, then down her spinal column until he came to rest on one knee.
Perched directly behind Beverly, Myron slid his right hand back between her thighs and snaked his fingers into the older woman's still moist and tender vagina. Hungrily kissing and biting at the ample flesh of Beverly's ass, Myron gently frigged her pussy until she was gasping and teetering above him.
Keeping his right hand wedged between Beverly's legs as he stood up, Myron used his left to squeeze free the four rear clasps of Bev's bra. Swimming his fingers faster through the wincing woman's cunt each time he undid a closure, Myron's grin grew wider and wider until the last clasp was undone.
Slipping the straps over the front of Bev's shoulders, Myron moaned his approval into her right ear when he watched her huge sagging tits spill free. Clutching her pussy tight in his buried right hand, Myron eased his left around Beverly's body and anxiously cupped each one of the heavy orbs.
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Beverly now found herself completely naked in a hotel room with a man she'd known for barely an hour. Her back turned towards Myron's daunting presence, Bev stared down at the bed knowing full well what was about to take place on it. Beverly found herself grinding backwards against the black stranger's hand as it pressed intensely between her legs, and as she looked down, her eyes glazed over watching the way Myron's large left hand roamed freely over her chest. Her own left hand wrapped around Myron's as he squeezed her breasts, Beverly felt her wedding band brush across his firm hand, and in that moment, she knew she'd submitted not only to his physical, but also his psychological hold.
Holding her breath when Myron freed his hand from her breasts, Bev shivered, wondering where it would go next. A long gasp seeped from her lips when she felt his grip close around her shoulders, pushing her forward until she was on the bed, kneeling on all fours with Myron closing in behind her.
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Myron had fucked a lot of women over the years, both before and after getting married. Many of them, most in fact, had been better looking, not to mention younger than Beverly. But there was something about her unspoken lust, her weakness, seeming to be a vessel in need of being filled that turned Myron on more than he could ever remember. Sensing from the first moment Beverly walked through the door just what she was giving up by coming there, Myron also correctly nailed the hunch about her deep seeded social and cultural prejudices. In turn, Myron soaked in every ounce of implication as he eased up on the bed behind Bev and prepared to claim her as his.
Laying down to Bev's right, Myron gently took the older woman by the waist and helped her roll over flat on her back beside him. Sliding down slightly, Myron positioned his groin until it was perpendicular to Beverly's and the shaft of his straining spear was aimed directly at the blooming fissure of her cunt.
Situated perfectly so that he could see Beverly's face, as well as his cock entering her vagina, Myron took a measure of pride watching the first dick take root inside of her in a very long time.
Myron's gaze locked on Bev's, he was stunned by just how wide-eyed and fixed the naked woman's stare was as she looked down the length of her body at his prick disappearing between her flared vaginal lips. Using his right hand, Myron wiped back the matted tangle of Beverly's pubic hair so they both had a clear view of his dick sliding ever deeper into her steaming womb.
"Can you feel me inside you?" Myron asked.
".......YEEEESSSSS," Bev gasped, her raspy voice spreading like fog through the room.
"Has your Husband ever been this deep in you?" Myron whispered accusingly into Bev's ear.
"....No...," came her shamed response.
"No one's ever this deep in you?" Myron asked again, pushing even more of his joint deep into Bev's molten pool.
"NOOOO," she gulped again, a layer of sweat now beading on her brow.
"And no one else ever will," Myron confidently hissed, his cruel but caring voice swirling in her head as he nibbled and chewed at her earlobe and neck.
Gradually inching his dick as far as it would go inside Beverly, once he hit bottom, Myron eased it out far enough just so she could look down and see how her vaginal juices had drenched his shiny black tool, then Myron shoved it with forceful precision all the way back into her. Over and over he did that until he had built up a constant, rapturous rhythm.
Tapping Bev's clitoris with one hand, Myron draped his other across her chest to fondle her breasts as they swayed wildly side to side. The bedsprings beginning to strain under their combined weight, Myron fixated on the way Beverly's pink vaginal pulp clasped tightly around his manhood each time he eased it backwards, only to disappear with a rubbery, squishing pop when he stabbed his dick forward.
Supporting himself on his left elbow, Myron rapidly increased his pace inside Bev. Shifting his right hand from her clit, he raised it to her chest and began massaging her tits which bounced wildly each time he slammed his groin forward. Taking each of Beverly's nipples between his fingers, Myron tenderly rolled and tweaked them until they'd grown to the full size of cherries.
