Isla was pacing the floors. Her mind was racing, and she had no idea how to handle this emerging problem. Jayson was openly defying her. His confidence had blossomed, and he was now better than the Jayson she married.
She recalled the events of the last week. What was it that set him off?
It could not have been Elijah. They hadn’t crossed paths, and besides, Jayson knew full well she had been fucking Elijah for years. If only Jayson knew, she started fucking Elijah on the night before their wedding.
Isla recalled how she was alone in her room when she got a call from Elijah. She always thought him handsome and heard he was an exceptional lover with an enormous cock and great staying power. She wanted to fuck him. When he called, she had no idea what it would lead to.
“If it isn’t someone tall, dark and handsome,” Isla cooed into the phone.
“Now that is how everyone should answer the phone when I call!” Elijah declared in response.
“If you are ringing to tell me I’m making a huge mistake and I will reconsider after you have your way with me, I’m afraid you’re too late.” Isla was toying with him.
“But you are making a terrible mistake, and I am here to put you on the path of righteousness and open your world to vast possibilities!” preached Elijah.
“What if I’m not seeking righteousness Elijah?” asked Isla.
“What is it you seek?” enquired Elijah. “What does your heart desire?”
“My heart desires warmth, my head wants control and my body craves lust.”
The phone was silent. Uncomfortably silent. Isla couldn’t believe that she said that, but her pussy had other ideas. She could feel herself getting wet.
“I’ll be there shortly,” said Elijah.
Only minutes passed when Isla opened the door to Elijah. He held a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She was wearing a bathrobe and Elijah track pants and a T. She looked at Elijah and saw the almighty bulge in his pants and could feel the heat building inside of her. Her heart was racing, her mouth dry and her pussy very, very wet. Isla dropped her robe, and there she stood in front of Elijah. He took one look at her, and his cock grew some more.
Isla stepped forward silently. She reached up and held his face as she drew herself towards his. They kissed. Their mouths becoming one. Their tongues in an unseen dance. She felt so alive.
Isla reached down as they kissed. Her hand landed on Elijah’s bulge. She grabbed it through the cloth of his track pants.
“Oh, good god,” she said breathlessly, mesmerised by the girth of his cock. Her pussy responded by swelling in anticipation and leaking her juices down her legs. She stroked his cock through the fabric while Elijah moved his kisses to her neck whilst taking hold of her breasts with each hand. She moaned in delight at his touch. His kisses to her neck, his hands on her breasts and his fingers pinching her nipples. She was a heaving mass of lust and melting at his touch. She’d never felt this way before with any man, not even Jayson. She was on the verge of orgasm, and they had only just started.
Elijah walked Isla backwards towards the bed, picked her up with no effort and laid her down. She was panting with desire, her eyes full of lust.
“Take me, Elijah. Take me. I’m yours.”
Elijah smiled and removed his Tee, straddled himself above Isla and began his magic. Starting from her lips, he kissed her with a passion she had never felt before. Her whole body tingled. Slowly Elijah worked his way down to her neck, shoulders, and arms, kissing every inch of her body. Isla was moaning and groaning with desire. Her body was on fire, her mind in a fog. She was aware of nothing else. She did not want this to stop. Elijah made his way to Isla’s chest. He had not seen a more perfect pair of breasts ever. “Better than any,” he thought, “better than any, even in Playboy.”
Elijah massaged each with skill. Taking both nipples between each thumb and forefinger, he felt their firmness. Isla’s back arched, and she moaned gently. Elijah could smell her pussy. Sweet, scented, and pristine as he took Isla’s right nipple into his mouth.
“Arrrgghhh,” Isla gasped, “I am on fire Elijah.”
He looked at her. Her head was back, hair askew, mouth open, throat dry and breath rapid. He smiled. Once again, a beautiful woman was under his spell. She was his, for him to do with as he pleased. He kept up his attention on Isla’s breasts as his kisses went further down. Like a pilgrim seeking the promised land, he knew exactly what path to take, and land he most certainly will.
Much like a fine wine, Elijah was savouring the aroma of Isla’s pussy. The sweetness of her juices, the scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin and how its whiteness glowed against the darkness of his own. Her pussy was completely bare and perfect. No stubble, no blemishes, just perfect. He kissed the inside of her thighs first, then made his way up to the hollow between her thighs and her pussy. Her skin was ultra soft here, and her moans meant she loved what he was doing.
Isla’s body rocked and bucked at Elijah’s touch. She wanted to scream but knew she couldn’t. His kisses were divine, and his touch electric. She knew a monster lurked inside his pants, but she didn’t care. She wanted it. She wanted it all, and she wanted it right now. Just then her breath escaped her in a rush. Elijah had pierced her pussy with his tongue. She knew it was coming, but it still took her by surprise. His tongue swirled inside her. Up and down, in and out, round and round. Every movement sends jolts of pleasure up her spine. Her skin tingled, and her heart was pounding.
“Fuuuck!!” Isla cried, “Eat me, lick me, fuck me!”
Looked up at Isla as he played speedball with his tongue on her clit. She was a picture of uncontrolled ecstasy. Her head rocked from side to side, her breath was shallow, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her nipples were rock hard and her areolas swollen. Elijah introduced fingers into her soaked pussy. Two in her pussy and his thumb in her ass. This sent her into rapture, and the first wave of an almighty orgasm was heading her way. She could not hold back any longer.
“Ohhh fuuuck! I’m coming!” She cried.
Wave after wave, spasm after spasm, convulsion after convulsion. She squirted pussy juices straight at Elijah, and there he was, mouth wide open. This orgasm began not in her heart, not in her belly, but in her soul. So intense, so powerful. It was breathtaking.
While Isla was convulsing, Elijah took a moment to remove his track pants. His monster black cock was a picture of strength and power. He kept his tongue on Isla’s clit until the squirting and convulsions stopped and her breathing returned to normal. Isla lay there, bare naked, basking in the glow of her orgasm. A smile on her face. Content.
Elijah was not finished with her, not by any stretch.
He stood as she lay on the bed, his cock hard and proud. All 12 plus inches of it and as thick as a soda can. Isla stirred from her ecstasy and opened her eyes. She saw it, then had to do the double-take. It couldn’t be real. She had never seen a cock so big.
She sat upright and was in awe. She reached out and took it in her hands. The weight was immense; the length and girth unbelievable. The heat that came off it went into her hands and made her pussy tingle.
“This cannot be real,” she said.
“It’s real, it works and it’s all yours.” Elijah added.
“No way this is real,” Isla said, dumbstruck. “This will split me in two.”
Elijah grinned. “Don’t be scared. Others have said the same. They all survived. A pussy will stretch a mile before it tears an inch.”
Isla was inspecting every inch of his mighty cock. She licked her lips, ready to taste it, then reached up and cupped his balls in her hand. His cock came up almost to her elbow.
“There is no way I can take all of this, and you can forget about fucking my ass with it too,” Isla said.
“I’m not an animal. I will be gentle,” Elijah said, “and I will make you come again and again.”
He stepped forward, putting his cock inches away from Isla’s face.
“Why don’t you get close and say hello?”
Isla did not need any encouragement. She grabbed his cock with both hands and pulled the foreskin back. Out popped his huge cockhead, leaking precum and wanting attention. Isla opened her mouth wide and took as much in as she could. She held it in her mouth, savouring the taste, twirling her tongue all around. He put his hands to her head, but she shook them off; she was in control. Elijah stood there as Isla pleasured him with her mouth and stroked him with both hands. She was feeling the heat build in her soul. And wanted more of this mighty cock. Isla held it up with one hand, cupped his balls in the other and licked, kissed, sucked and even bit the entire shaft. The heat coming from his balls was insane, and they were heavy. Heavy and full with cum. Every single drop of which was going down her throat or in her pussy … or both.
“Fuck me, Isla, you have a mouth that cannot be bettered. It is just magic.”
Isla smiled and pulled him towards her, then laid him down on the bed. Elijah’s cock stood rigid like the mast on a sailboat. Isla held it firmly at the base and watched as the veins grew larger and more pronounced. She licked up his precum as it came dribbling down his shaft. Isla then laid his cock flat on his stomach. Isla loved how Elijah was clean shaven, not just his head and face but more importantly his cock, balls and arsehole. She wanted to lick him all over. Isla began toying with his balls, flicking her tongue across both and eventually taking one in her mouth. “My god,” she thought, “his balls are bigger than the head of most of the cocks I’ve fucked!”
Isla sucked his balls until he started to stir. He was getting there, but just not quite. She had one of his balls in her mouth when she started to hum the Star-Spangled Banner. Elijah raised his right hand in salute. They both laughed, but Isla didn’t skip a beat. Taking initiative, Isla swung herself around and straddled Elijah’s face.
“Hey mister, don’t just lie there,” she ordered, “do something!”
“Yes, ma’am!” came the reply.
Elijah, however, had different plans. The height difference between him and Isla gave him options. Without warning he dove his tongue tonsil-deep into Isla’s asshole.
“Oh, fuck me,” Isla said, startled and pushing back on his tongue. “How did you know my ass needed that?”
Elijah couldn’t reply. He was too busy tongue-fucking Isla.
Isla stretched her mouth open wide and gobbled as much of Elijah’s cock as she could. “I have got to get this in my pussy,” she thought. With time she managed to get the head bouncing off the back of her throat. She held it there and swirled her tongue around his cock. She felt Elijah’s tongue deep in her ass, her pussy was drenching his chest, and the wave of another orgasm was building. Eventually her throat gave up, and a few more inches of cock slipped in. Her nose was almost touching his balls, but the need to breathe overcame all. “One day,” she thought, “I will swallow all of this cock.”
Elijah’s tongue had relaxed Isla’s sphincter. He lubed his fingers with Isla’s pussy juice and slipped one, then two, then three into her ass, freeing his tongue for more pussy. One thing Isla hadn’t done was be double penetrated, but this was the next best thing. She could feel the waves inside her building. She stroked Elijah’s cock with both hands, sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, pushed down on Elijah’s face and started riding it like she was in a rodeo. The moans from Elijah and the tensing of his balls told her he was close, and that made her even closer. She upped her pace on his face and on his cock. Elijah grabbed Isla’s ass. He was about to blow. He was going to empty a week’s worth of his seed into Isla’s mouth and down her throat. His cock was slick with his cock juices and Isla’s saliva, and her hands slid over his cock rather than stroking it. The sensation was just as wild, and Elijah was ready to blow when Isla clamped her mouth over his cock and slid her middle finger deep in his ass.
“Fuuuck!” exclaimed Elijah in restrained ecstasy, knowing the walls were paper thin and he had to keep his voice down. Stream after glorious stream of hot sticky cum shot into Isla’s mouth and down her throat. She didn’t want to waste a drop. She wanted it all while succumbing to her second magnificent orgasm of the evening. Convulsion after convulsion quickened her pulse and squirted stream after stream of her pussy juice all over Elijah, drowning him in her sweet nectar at one end and swallowing his life juice at the other. She had never felt so alive.
Her belly was full of Elijah’s cum while she still tasted him in her mouth. Her face didn’t escape either, with the occasional strand missing her mouth. She used his cock to spread his cum all over her face. She lay there next to Elijah, still in a 69, basking in the afterglow. His cock softened, but its size was still impressive. She kissed the head of his cock, kissed the shaft and licked small droplets of cum from him.
The silence in the room was deafening. Neither Isla nor Elijah spoke for fear of breaking the mood. Both were basking in the afterglow.
After some time, Isla shimmied up to Elijah and lay next to him. Her head on his chest and her leg cocked over his. Her left hand never left his cock. He had gone limp, but even so Elijah was still very sizeable. Isla kept stroking him, determined Elijah wasn’t going anywhere until she fucked her. Isla held his cock bolt upright, then pushed it towards her so it fell on his stomach. She felt it getting harder every time she touched it. She brought her head down to meet it, again holding it bolt upright and letting it fall towards her, except this time she tried to catch it in her mouth. First, she hit her nose, then her cheek, then her forehead, then her nose again.
“You keep this up, you’ll be walking down the aisle with a black eye!” laughed Elijah.
Isla kept trying. Miss after miss after miss. Elijah’s cock was growing firmer with every attempt.
Isla tried again. Holding it upright and letting it go. She waited for it to hit her, but it didn’t. She looked to find it stayed bolt upright. Isla just looked at it. She turned to Elijah. “Fuck me,” she said.
Elijah moved aside, allowing Isla to lie down. He threw the pillows to the floor and motioned himself between Isla’s legs, which were now high and wide. He probed her with his fingers. She was incredibly wet, her pussy swollen and waiting to be stretched. Elijah then took his well-lubed fingers and broke the seal of her arsehole. She gasped and moaned in delight, looking wantonly in his eyes. He probed her arse some more as he could see pussy juices dripping from her.
Elijah released Isla’s ass from his grip and took hold of his cock. He stroked it some more, then ran its head up and down Isla’s pussy. Her breath quickened, and her heart rate jumped. She was a picture of grace, lust, apprehension and excitement.
Elijah pushed forward, and his cock parted her pussy lips and made its way into her opening. She gasped and moaned. In delight.
“Fuck me, Elijah,” she begged.
Elijah pushed in a little more. By now he was almost halfway in. He could feel her pussy wrapping itself around his cock. Isla was just as wet as ever and moaning with delight. Elijah withdrew about halfway, then pushed forward again. Keeping a steady cadence, he pushed himself into Isla just a little bit more with every push forward.
Isla could not believe what was happening to her. She has never been filled by a cock so completely as she was right now. Her ecstasy was at DEFCON 4 and rising. Elijah had only been inside her for a few minutes, but already she could feel the wave of another orgasm building. She lifted her arse to improve the angle, allowing more and more of Elijah’s mighty cock inside.
“Keep going, Elijah. Don’t stop. Fuck me deep,” Isla begged.
Elijah was now about three-quarters in and nudging her cervix, trying to break through. By now he was totally above Isla, his knees buried into the mattress for extra leverage. Isla, for her part, put her heels on Elijah's ass and was pulling him in deeper into her with every thrust forward. Finally, Elijah had broken through, and Isla wanted to scream.
“Are you ok?” Elijah asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Isla yelled. “Don’t you dare fucking stop. Fuck me like a dirty fucking whore!”
Elijah kept up the pace and was almost completely inside Isla, and her convulsions started with a rush. She came harder than the previous two combined. Her eyes closed, and she squeezed down on Elijah. He felt her pussy clamp down on his cock and held his position until it was done. The spasms of pleasure kept coming. Isla was breathing deep now, not realising she held her breath during this orgasm. Elijah felt her relax and began pumping his cock into her. Before long he had built himself up to a steady pace. Isla was back to using her legs to pull him deeper and deeper into her.
“You keep fucking me until you cum or die.” Isla begged, “I want to feel your balls slap my ass. I want you to breed me. Fill me with your cum. I want it all. Every drop. I want it now!”
Elijah was now off his knees and fully planking Isla. She groaned with every forward thrust. He was doing exactly what she said. His balls were slapping her ass, and he wasn’t far from filling her with his seed.
The sweat was beading on Elijah’s back, his muscles glistening from the small desk lamp opposite the bed. Isla was drenched in sweat herself. She looked down to watch Elijah’s cock disappear inside her, and with each thrust forward she watched as her stomach lifted then sank with the movement. She couldn’t believe she was taking his whole cock, and during the first fuck too. Her level of ecstasy was now stratospheric. No man alive could even match, let alone beat, what Elijah was doing to her right now.
Elijah kept pumping, the pace as fast as ever, the slaps so loud he got apprehensive about who could hear, but he was close, so close. He was going to empty his balls into Isla. Every drop, just like she asked.
Isla's next orgasm had built up quickly and was almost on her. Elijah felt her grip on his cock tighten again, so he instinctively increased his pace. The heat in his balls grew, and the pressure was building.
“Ahh, I’m close,” he panted.
The sound of skin slapping skin, squelching from her pussy and the smell of sweat and sex filled the room. Isla clamped down hard on Elijah with her legs in a pincer movement just as he made one final thrust, and he exploded deep into Isla’s pussy. Isla bucked and wailed in another mind-blowing orgasm as Elijah filled her with cum. Rope after rope of his hot sweet seed coated her insides. Filling her with warmth while her orgasm squeezed every drop of cum from his cock into her. Her very soul quivered; spasms and convulsions rocked her whole body. Wave after wave of pure delight overtook her.
Elijah collapsed onto Isla. He was breathless, soaked in sweat, mouth dry, and totally exhausted. Isla wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him close. Held him captive. His cock was still deep inside her.
They breathed as one. As Elijah rolled to the side. He looked at Isla, who lay there. Eyes closed, a picture of content. He held her close, and she nuzzled into him. He pulled out of Isla, and his cock escaped with a ‘plop’. Cum immediately started leaking from her.
After what seemed an eternity, the silence was broken.
“I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be in this position the night before my wedding,” Isla said, eyes still closed.
“Do you have regrets?” asked Elijah.
“No,” she said immediately, “I have always been someone who takes chances, grabs any opportunity. I would feel worse if I had this opportunity and didn’t take it. Life is too short for regret. There’s no mistake that cannot be worked out, smoothed over or forgiven.”
“Can you face Jayson tomorrow?” Elijah asked.
“I love Jayson, but it’s a different love,” she said. “He can give me comfort, security, and a lifestyle that I want. He earns more in an hour than most people do in a month. His diary is always full, and he loves what he does. All I have to do is fuck him from time to time.”
“You do know he wants children. Motherhood changes women,” Elijah said knowingly.
“Yeah, but what he doesn’t know is that’s not happening,” Isla said, her words as cold as ice.
“He thinks it is. Maybe you should set him straight.” Elijah said matter-of-factly.
“Why, and lose my chance?” Isla replied.
Elijah remained silent. He had no reply for Isla and just wanted to lie there.
“I’m a bad girl, aren’t I?” she said, looking at Elijah for approval.
“Who am I to judge?” he said.
They lay there in each other’s arms until Elijah got up and showered. Isla stayed on the bed. Wrapping her arms around her stomach, happy she was filled with Elijah’s cum. She ran her fingers up and down her pussy. It was sore and very red. His cum was still leaking out of her. The water stopped, and soon Elijah stepped out of the bathroom. Isla gazed at his body in awe. Totally ripped. Not a blemish or an ounce of fat. As specimens of masculinity go, he was king.
Isla grabbed hold of his cock, and he held her close. They kissed passionately, and then he dressed. They kissed again.
“Are you ok?” Elijah asked, looking back at Isla.
“Very,” she replied, smiling.
He smiled back and silently slipped out of her room.
Isla locked the door behind him, turned and surveyed the mess. With cum running down her legs, she sighed and headed for the shower.
Hidden eyes saw the door to Isla’s room open a crack, allowing light to escape into the dimmed hallway. Elijah stepped out and appeared cautious. He looked down either side of the hallway and silently slipped out of her room. The door clicked shut, and he quietly walked away. Hidden eyes watched as Elijah disappeared. Anger built up behind these eyes at what they witnessed as tears welled in them. The muffled sound of a running shower from Isla’s room cut the silence.
Part 6 is coming soon.
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