Avon was zooming down the freeway in a freshly paid-off bright red Maserati, driving 100 in a 70 on a wide-open highway about two hours outside Miami. In his left hand he was gripping both the steering wheel and a 750ml of Ciroc. His right hand was on the back of the neck of Kaycee Fairchild as her sexy lips bobbed up on and down on his monstrous Black cock.
Kaycee Fairchild was an all-American dream girl. Nineteen, bright blond hair, piercing light blue eyes, a naturally perfect set of pearly white teeth and sultry smile, standing about 5'6" with a body that made men drool. Her breasts were an impressive triple-D-cup, perfectly symmetrical with round quarter-sized pink nipples that defied gravity with their firm round shape. She had a meticulously toned waist and flat belly which complemented her thick, juicy thighs plump heart-shaped ass any Kardashian sister could be proud of. Her legs were beautifully sculpted and smooth, if not a little short.
The car was Kaycee's, the Miami vacation they were traveling to was on Kaycee's card, the Black cock in her mouth was all hers as well, at least for the time being. She reached to the cup holder and grabbed her phone for a selfie, smiling for the camera as best she could while she skillfully contained nearly a length of BBC the size of her forearm in her pretty mouth.
Life was slower for Kaycee's older sister Cindy. Cindy had all of the beauty Kaycee had, with none of the wild streak. A recent college graduate of 22, Cindy stood closer to 5'9" with longer legs, a booty that was round and firm, double-D-cup breasts just as symmetrical and shapely as her sister's and a sexy, athletic overall build. While Kaycee was frequently compared to booty models on Instagram and female rappers known more for twerking than lyrics. Cindy looked like a multimillionaire's trophy wife or a fashion model.
Cindy met her current husband Brett when she was a freshman cheerleader at the University of Rhode Island and he was a star cross country runner in his sophomore season. They met within a few weeks of Cindy's time at the university and stuck together all the way through Cindy's four years at URI. Cindy won the Miss Rhode Island beauty pageant her sophomore year at URI and made the New England Patriots cheerleading roster as a junior and senior, but always chose her quiet and hardworking boyfriend over the life of wild partying and debauchery that some of her peers chose. Indeed, Cindy had been dating quiet, introverted and work-focused boys ever since middle school and rarely went more than a weeks between boyfriends.
Cindy and Brett had just married and moved into a small house outside of the city, the down payment of which they had only managed to afford thanks to some inheritance from Brett's relative. Brett had graduated the year before and was working his ass off at an entry-level computer programming position while the directionless Cindy took a part-time job teaching preschool kids after graduating from college. Between mortgage payments, student loans and car bills, the couple was only just barely getting by on their entry-level salaries.
Even though money was tight at the moment, Brett was confident he'd be moving up the ladder and Cindy was sure she'd find a better position, and the newlyweds were already trying for their first child.
It had been about five months since the wedding, five months off the pill and Cindy was beginning to get frustrated about still not being pregnant. Tracking her cycles every month since the wedding, she was finally entering this month's ovulation period and she was eager to get herself knocked up.
Donned in the sexiest set of pink bra and panties she could find from her local Walmart, she lounged on the couch in the living room of their tiny home while she waited for her husband to get home.
Around 7pm, Brett had finally gotten home after yet another brutal day at work as the firm's most junior and low-ranked programmer. His day was brightened by the site of his gorgeous wife waiting for him on the couch, donned in a sensual pink and white bra and lacy hot pink thong. Knowing exactly what day it was, he felt a small jolt of energy rush through his exhausted body and bolted to the couch to carry her to bed.
Brett was a star athlete his entire life, but a year and a half out of his athletic career, his body had seen better days. He almost never made it to the gym anymore and was usually called into work on days he was planning to go for a run. His arms had gone from hard and toned to soft and flabby. His once-chiseled legs and abs had atrophied after a year of desk work, leaving him weaker with less mobility.
Rushing to the couch, he placed his hands around his wife's thighs while she wrapped her hands around his neck and motioned to lift her off the couch. Lifting his wife had once been an easy task, but he found himself forced to strain harder than he was used to just to sit her up. When he attempted to lift her off the couch, he found the weight of her lower body entirely too much for his weakened grip to handle, dropping her onto the couch after lifting her just a few inches. Cindy chuckled, finding his attempt to be cute and endearing. Brett, on the other hand, was frustrated and embarrassed and tried again to lift her up, this time finding his legs and back unable to lift her from the couch into the air and he again had to drop her onto the couch from a few inches.
"Tee-hee-hee! It's ok!" said Cindy, looking as ravishingly sexy as ever. "I have my own legs, you know!"
It wasn't Cindy's fault he couldn't lift her. She had the exact same perfectly toned supermodel body that she had when she won Miss Rhode Island or cheered for Patriots. At 5'9", she probably weighed no more than 135 or 140 pounds, but his body had lost all of the elite strength and mobility he trained for years to obtain in just a year and a half working in an office. He shamefully followed his wife as she skipped to the bedroom, ready for a night of potential baby-making sex.
At the same time, Avon was pulling Kaycee's sports car into the valet at a luxury resort building in Miami while the blonde bombshell walked to the check-in counter, turning heads with every step. She was wearing a skimpy yellow mesh netting over a white bikini, eliciting lustful stares from every man in the room. Avon walked in a few steps behind her and spanked her fat ass loud enough to let everyone know that she was his, causing Kaycee to smile and giggle.
"Have fun playing with that little boner," Kaycee quipped to the bellboy as he finished dropping off a pile of Louis Vutton luggage to Kaycee's luxury suite, causing the small man to scurry off in embarrassment before he could even gesture for a tip. Before the door had even shut behind the bellboy, Kaycee was straddled on top of Avon pulling off her outfit while fantasizing about all the ways she was going to give him the fuck of a lifetime.
Avon was a 6'4" former D1 linebacker with rich dark skin covered from neck to toes in gang tattoos, tree-trunk arms, broad shoulders, an extraordinarily muscled torso and back and thick powerful legs. Kaycee could feel his enormous cock beginning to harden in the sweatpants under her asscheeks and her pussy began to soak.
Within a few seconds, she had pulled down his sweatpants and stood up his cock, now about half-erect and standing easily ten inches in the air. Within a few more seconds she was sliding her naked cunt down the length of his bewitching rod. Within another minute, she had already had her first of many, many orgasms bouncing on top of it.
Cindy, meanwhile, was planning to climb onto the body of another former elite athlete, though one that was far more white, pasty, and out of shape. Brett's cock was about four and a half inches long and the width of a tube of mini-M&M's despite Brett being just shy of six feet tall. Despite it's unimpressive length and girth, it was only the third penis Cindy had ever experienced and probably the largest of all of her boyfriends' and she happily made due with what he had.
Cindy gripped Brett by the face and kissed him passionately, feeling his little cock harden through his pants and push up against her pussy and thigh. Brett quickly pulled down his pants while Cindy removed his shirt. Stripped in seconds to fully nude, Cindy pushed his pale, flabby body onto the bed and jumped on top of him.
As Cindy kissed her husband, she reached her hand down to his cock and began slowly rubbing the shaft between her index finger and thumb. She could feel his heart racing faster and faster.
"Stop!" Brett yelled after a minute or so.
Cindy knew what that meant, Brett was on the edge of ejaculation. This particularly load was needed in her uterus, not on her belly or the bedsheets, so Cindy stopped touching his rod and used her hands to slide down her panties.
Kissing him, she rolled on top of him and lower her moist, warm womanhood onto his rod. His dick felt as it always did, feeling not unlike it felt to stick her own finger inside. She felt a few mild waves of pleasure ripple through her body as she moved up and down on his unremarkable dick.
Brett gripped her asscheeks and tensed his muscles as his heart rate exploded after just a couple of minutes. Both Cindy and Brett knew that he was going to once again blow his load without getting Cindy anywhere near orgasm.
