Hello, Lit fans! Back with another submission that is a lot smaller than my usual offerings (don't worry, The Morrison stories are coming). All characters in this story are over 18. Please enjoy!
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He was deep into it. His ballsack slapped thunderously against her round ass as he bottomed out again and again. Roderick was giving it his all, pressing ahead to make his lover cum. Marlene bucked up against her ebony stallion. Enjoying the feel and girth of her lover's rock hard piston filling her love tunnel over and over again. There it was, the sensation she had waited for. Rod's last thrust had smashed her clit just right, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout her body. Reflexively, her head craned backward to ride out what she knew came next.
Rod didn't miss the cue. He had waited for Marlene to throw her head back. That meant she was nearing one of her monstrous orgasms. Raising himself into a push-up position, he lifted her legs and pinned them back in the crooks of his arms. Leaning upon his tiptoes and hands, he began to slam mercilessly into Marlene's wet pussy, driving his cock like a hammer.
"Oh fuck baby! That's it!! Oh, God...Right THERE!! Oh, SHIT!! FUCK ME, DADDY!! FUCK ME HARDER!! OH GOD...OH, DADDY!!"
Rod complied. Spurred on by his ebony Goddess, he forged ahead, looking to either make her cum or impale her womb altogether. In the heat of their passion, Rod could feel it coming on. Muscles tightening, breathing a staccato rhythm, Rod and Marlene ran headlong, closer to the abyss.
"Oh Fuck...Marlene...I'm going to..."
"Yes, Daddy...give me your hot cum! Fill me up!! Oh God Daddy I'm cumming!!"
One more strenuous heave and Rod blasted his seed into Marlene's tight, greedy hole. They both exploded at the same time. Reaching nirvana hand in hand.
Spent, both lovers collapsed on the bed. Their bodies covered head to toe with sweat and awash in the delicious afterglow of the moment.
Softly, gingerly; Marlene rolled off the bed and padded naked out the door. A couple of minutes later, she returned holding a tray of goodies. The first was a warm wash rag, sopping wet with soap and water. Carefully, she wiped her lover's sweaty brow and face. Following that up by rubbing over his chest, arms and finally his cock and balls. Rod loved the attention she paid to his body. Her soft caring manner making his decision the perfect one. The next item was a dray towel, which she used to dab clean the spots she had made wet. Not an inch was overlooked, her labor of love, unhurried. Finally, she offered him a nice, cool glass of Passion fruit juice. Taking the glass in his hand, Rod sucked the glass half empty before he spoke again.
"Thank you, Mrs. Costner," He said in his low tone.
"No...Thank YOU, Mr. Costner." Marlene replied with a satisfied grin on her face.
Roderick Costner met Marlene Duckworth 4 years ago at Southern Carolina A&T. It was amazing they both had gotten into the graduate program without running into one another sooner. It happened completely by accident. Both had attended a Fraternity/Sorority mixer party (though neither had pledged to any). Rod had split with his girlfriend only a month prior and Marlene split with her sophomore year. As the skies opened up with a torrential downpour, Marlene found herself stuck because her friends left the party early with other guys. Rod, ever the gentleman offered her a ride home; only to find that his battery had died again. Not knowing anything better to do, Rod fished a blanket out of the back of his car and offered to wait for the storm out with her in his back seat. No funny business, on his word. Marlene accepted and the two talked the night away through the storm. After the water stopped pouring, Rod walked her back to her dorm. Hoping that they might meet up again sometime. The next day, Marlene tracked him down, bought him a new battery for his car, and they never were separate again. Right before graduation, Rod knew he had to make their friendship permanent. 2 weeks later, Marlene stood with her man in front of a Justice of the Peace and became Mrs. Costner.
Rod looked at his beautiful wife in the dim light of their bedroom. Her long, braided hair, her slightly upturned nose, her thin waist that flared into wide, luscious hips. Her flat stomach, nice, rounded cheekbones, infectious smile, little hands, and beautifully bronzed ebony complexion, to him, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Yet...there was one thing gnawing at his gut.
Catching her husband staring at her, Marlene blushed. "What?"
"Just thinking how lucky I am. That's all."
Marlene broke into a smile, turning her head she said; "liar."
Rod frowned. He wasn't a very good liar. Especially when it came to the love of his life.
"Sweetie...I love you as I have never loved another before. But one thing bothers me."
"Rod...honey...please don't. I'm sorry. It just...pops out."
"But baby...I just want to know why..."
"JUST LEAVE IT ALONE ALRIGHT?!!"
Marlene rolled off the bed and stomped a beeline out of the room. Roderick was confused (if not a little bit peeved). He had given Marlene his all in everything he did. Yet one area of her life was a closed book. An area of taboo that drove a wedge into their perfect love affair. Laying his head back down, he concentrated on his breathing and just waited.
Twenty minutes later, Marlene reappeared. Though still beautiful, her face was covered with tracks of the obvious tears she had shed.
"Baby...Rod. We need to talk." She started.
"I'm here for you love. You can tell me as much or as little as you want...I just...want to know."
Marlene brushed her husband's face with the palm of her tiny hand. What had she done to deserve such a loving, thoughtful man?
"Baby...before I begin, I'm sorry I have put you through this. It's just...it's just something I've had to hold onto for so long. Besides...I made a promise to never reveal my secret."
"Baby...If it causes you that much pain...nevermind. I don't need to..."
"You are such a horrible liar." She said with tears in her eyes. "No...you are my husband and I should hold nothing and no one above you. Just...bear with me a second."
Rod held his wife's hands, "No judgment." he stated.
Taking a deep breath, Marlene began:
"I told you I was from a very small town in North Carolina. But, I guess you have no real idea how small. My town only has about 900 people in the whole place. It's one of those places where if a baby is born or someone dies; EVERYBODY knows it. Well, my parents divorced when I was about 13. Over the years, I had to trek between my Mom and my Dad's house to live. It was stressful. Eventually, my Mom and I began to argue all the time. I mean...ALLL the time. It got so bad because I was getting in trouble in school. My once straight A's were slipping, and well...I kind of discovered boys."
"Doesn't sound so bad so far," Rod interjected. "Hell...sounds exactly like my Mom and sisters, to be honest."
"Did your mom call the cops on them?!" Marlene asked.
"Nope. Just knocked each other through a couple of walls fighting is all."
"That's not funny dear." Marlene scolded.
"It's only funny if I'm making it up," Rod replied, a serious look on his face.
"Anyway; the cops came and arrested me for assault and mischief. I had no other choice but to call my Dad to bail me out. When he got there, I explained everything and he got the cops to let me go ONLY if I was under his supervision. Dad agreed and took me to his house. The next day he convinced my mother to just let me stay with him until I graduated from school. It was a long, drawn-out argument, but she eventually agreed and daddy packed all my things and let me move in with him."
"Before too long, I switched schools and tried my best to fit in. It was really difficult at first because many of them thought I was "bougie," because I went to a mixed, urban school. They ragged me all the time. The girls thought I wanted all their boyfriends, and the guys just wanted to preen around acting like "country thugs." Even though they were in my age group...they just never compared to my Dad."
"Not so surprising," Rod said comfortingly. " But you have to remember, they were all kids. Your Dad is...well...older; he's your Dad."
"I know that sweetie. Please let me finish."
"Ok...I'm sorry. Please continue."
"Anyway...the longer I stayed with my Dad...my grades got better. But...I was constantly frustrated."
Rod had an idea of where this was going. Deep down, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the rest.
"My Senior year, Dad wanted to get back in the dating scene. So he was starting to work out. You know...lifting weights at home and running as if farm work didn't work him out enough. One day, I had to talk to him about something. When I went into his workout room, I saw him lifting weights. His arms were so big. His t-shirt was covered in sweat. But it was his pants that caught my attention. I saw the outline of his dick. It was huge. I don't know how or why...but it made me horny just looking at it."
"Oh my God, Marlene. You mean..."
"Yes, sweetie...I had a thing for my dad."
Marlene's eyes began to cry silent tears. The burden she held so tight. Immediately, her husband wrapped her up in his arms. The feeling of security returned. A feeling she once knew so well from another.
"I know it was wrong. But, I just couldn't help it. Every time I saw him from that day on...I would almost wet my panties. He made me so hot. That's when...I guess I changed."
"What do you mean?" Rod pressed.
"I started wearing little of nothing around the house. Instead of pajamas, I started just wearing t-shirts and panties. I started walking around in front of him almost naked. I would deliberately bend over in front of him, or make my nipples hard under my shirt."
"But for a long time...he ignored me. He wouldn't say or do anything to show he knew what I was doing. I wanted him so bad. Finally, after I graduated, went for broke."
Marlene began to let loose more tears. Rod held her tighter. From what he was hearing, I knew the pain must have been a lot to carry.
"Baby...I'm sorry. I had no idea that's what you held onto. Your dad should be ashamed of himself."
Marlene broke away and looked at her husband. "No...it wasn't like that." She corrected.
