HELEN

That evening, Helen sat on her patio with a glass of wine, watching the azure Caribbean sky turn luscious shades of pink, orange, and mauve. Despite the spectacular beauty before her, her mind was distracted by thoughts of Devon, her husband, her children, the past, present, and future. To a degree, her feelings reminded her of the emotional tribulations of her youth, when her world hinged on the attentions of some boy. She was chagrined at the thought that nothing had really changed – she was more than thirty years older, presumably the beneficiary of greater wisdom when it came to matters of the heart, and sex, yet the object of her feelings and desires was still but a very young man.    

That evening, as she lay in bed, Helen’s hand slipped between her thighs, her mind’s eye fixed on the image of Devon’s nude body at the beach that day, the huge, powerful-looking phallus swinging between his muscular thighs. Internal murmurings attended her gentle touches.

That enormous black cock. So beautiful. So big.

While Helen self-pleasured to an intense orgasm, heat emanating from her moist, parted petals, she could not know that, on the other side of the island, Devon lay in bed also, stroking his staggeringly thick, twelve-inch erection, two-fisted, to thoughts of the blonde object of his desire, thick ropes of semen eventually landing on his broad chest.

The next afternoon, Helen took a taxi and did some shopping, this time unescorted, in the fashion district of Orleans. She looked smart in a short, flowy summer dress with spaghetti straps, open-toed Bottega Veneta sandals, Prada sunglasses, and a floppy Eugenia Kim hat.

After doing a little window-shopping and exploring some of the charming cobblestone streets with their brightly coloured houses, she stopped off at a local chemist. Standing before the selection of sunscreens, her purse slung over her shoulder, basket in hand, her eyes wandered slightly to the right to an array of condoms and sexual lubricants. Without removing her sunglasses, Helen checked up and down the aisle to see whether anyone was looking before scanning the various offerings. Lost in thought, she failed to observe a young female salesperson approach from behind.

“Can I be of any assistance, madam?” came the polite voice, first in French, then in English.

Startled, she turned to face a young salesgirl of about Devon’s age wearing a chemist’s uniform. Embarrassed and caught off guard, Helen could only manage a slightly stammered response.

“Do they come in different … sizes?” asked Helen from behind her sunglasses, her dignified tone masking her awkwardness.

“They do,” replied the woman, pointing to several brands on the shelf. “We carry the standard size, as well as a larger size.”

Helen self-consciously cleared her throat, her mouth dry, feeling a blush warm her cheeks.

“Which is the … largest size you carry?”

“That would be these over here,” added the woman, pointing to a row of black boxes adorned with a horsehead logo, marked, “Equus: XXXL Extra Long, Extra Wide”.

"Those are the largest condoms on the market,” explained the woman, adding matter-of-factly, “They can accommodate up to ten inches in length, and they’re quite a bit wider. We don’t sell too many of that brand, as you might expect.”

Helen lowered her voice, almost to a whisper.

“Do you have anything a bit larger?”

“I’m afraid not,” answered the woman, unable to disguise her surprise.

“But they do … stretch.”  

“They do,” replied the woman.

Sensing the older woman’s embarrassment -- guessing Helen to be roughly the same age as her mother -- the young woman went out of her way to be helpful and ease her customer’s obvious awkwardness.

“Can I suggest a sexual lubricant as well?” she continued, discreetly lowering her voice. “There are three types of sexual lubricant that can make …. penetration easier and less … uncomfortable … when the woman’s partner is … extremely well-endowed -- water-based, silicone, and oil.  I don’t recommend an oil-based lubricant, they can cause yeast infections, but water-based and silicone lubes are quite good. I recommend Uberlube.”

“Thank you so much, you’ve been very helpful,” said Helen.

The young woman proffered an easy smile and wandered off.  

Helen placed a large bottle of Uberlube and three boxes of Equus condoms in her basket. She hadn’t purchased condoms since she was in her twenties. Her embarrassment not quite done, Helen proceeded to the check-out, where another young woman behind the counter cast a subtle, surprised look at the three boxes of condoms marked “XXXL” in big letters.

That evening, Devon’s invitation to Jean Paul’s party continued to occupy her thoughts. In the moment, recommending that she and Devon see less of each other had felt like the right thing to do, but Helen wrestled with feelings of regret. In truth, she pined for her handsome young Lothario like a smitten schoolgirl.

Sitting alone on her deck with her laptop, a dusting of luminescent stars just beginning to come into focus above her head, Helen did a bit of online sleuthing of women’s sexual health sites. Searching “sex with a huge penis”, she came across a link to an article entitled, “How to Fearlessly Navigate Sex with a Huge Penis”. She devoured the article with great interest.  

After a short walk to clear her head, she sat on the end of her bed, her iPhone in her hand.

After sitting in quiet contemplation, she tapped out a carefully considered message. With a deep inhale and exhale, Helen hit send.

“How’s my sexy chauffeur this evening?”

No sooner had she sent it than Devon’s response arrived.

“Missing his incredibly sexy new best friend,” was the response.

Helen smiled, taking a moment to ponder her next move.

“Does that invitation to be your date tonight still stand?” she tapped with trembly fingertips.

“Of course, it does,” texted Devon. “I’ll pick you up at half eight. Pack a swimsuit. Please don’t freak out, but I’m over the moon.”

Helen hurriedly prepared for what was now, unambiguously, a ‘date’. After a rejuvenating shower, her hair and make-up set to her satisfaction, she trimmed her pubic hair, shaved around her labia, and gave both sets of nails a fresh coat of nail polish. Fussing over no fewer than five different outfits, she finally settled on a short strapless black minidress, complemented by a sexy black choker ribbon around her slender neck, and silver, open-toed heels with ankle straps. Before squeezing herself into her snug dress, she placed droplets of Black Orchid perfume into the large cups of her lacy bra as well as the gusset of her thong panties. After a final self-appraisal in her bathroom’s floor-length mirror, she packed a sexy white one-piece swimsuit -- cut high on the leg, with a daring cheeky back -- the bottle of Uberlube, and a box of condoms into her coral-coloured over-the-shoulder bag.  

“You look absolutely stunning,” gushed Devon when he picked Helen up.

Helen beamed. Ever the attentive gentleman, Devon opened the passenger side door for her. The bright-eyed smile still fixed to her lips, she kissed him sweetly on the cheek. Devon couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. Inside the car, he presented his mature date with a yellow, long-stemmed rose.  

“You’re such a sweet, darling young man,” she said tenderly, bringing the flower petals to her nose, genuinely touched by his chivalrous, romantic gesture. “Thank you so much.”  

Devon looked sexier and more stylish than ever – white denim pants, light grey suede loafers, no socks, a casual, indigo-blue shirt, and an ice blue blazer. Helen thought she might swoon.

The gated grounds of Jean Paul’s property were lush and expansive. The modernist main house sat perched above an idyllic vista below -- lush foliage, turquoise ocean, and a white sand beach. A large deck traversed the entire ocean-facing side of the building. Adjacent to a canopied, open-air dance space that had been created was a large outdoor pool, the rippling water glowing a luminous turquoise. Tray-carrying wait staff brought around a steady stream of appetizers and flutes of French champagne. The guests were a mix of ages, but Helen was struck by the number of very attractive women in attendance, several of them milling about the pool area wearing incredibly daring thong bikinis.

Jean Paul greeted the pair with a warm welcome. After taking Helen by the arm and introducing her to several of the guests, Helen excused herself to visit the ladies’ room inside the main house. 

DEVON

In Helen’s absence, Jean Paul took Devon aside.

“So?” he asked with a smirk. “Has she seen the monster in your pants yet?”

“Yes,” replied Devon cagily, painfully aware of where the conversation was likely headed.

“She’s a beautiful woman,” added Devon’s middle-aged host, his mouth curling into a roguish smirk. “Forgive the curiosity of an older, married man, any fear or panic in her eyes? And I’ve always been curious, do women that age swallow? The ones who manage to wrap their lips around it, that is. And did you manage to fit it inside her? Regardless of a woman’s age or how many children they’ve had, accommodating you would not be for the faint of heart. I’d give anything to see the expression on a woman's face when they first set eyes on that giant cock of yours.”

“We haven’t been intimate,” answered Devon soberly, forcing himself to remain civil, given that it was his boss he was speaking to. “At the best of times, he found Jean Paul’s penchant for vulgarity tasteless, but in the context of Helen, he was downright repulsed by it.

“We spent the day at Plage Madeleine,” he added, noting Jean Paul’s rapt expression. “Just a bit of nude sunbathing.”

“Not a bad idea,” observed Jean Paul. “Give the poor woman an advance look at what she’s in for. I must say, she does fill out that dress rather well, doesn’t she? A beautiful, elegant woman. I envy you, young man.”

Happily, for Devon, Jean Paul excused himself to take a call. Helen returned shortly thereafter. Facing him, she peered up into his eyes and smiled, affectionately squeezing his arm.

As more guests arrived and the hour grew later, the party began to pick up apace. When the music started, Devon and Helen hit the dance floor, working up a sweat to the eminently danceable Britpop, 70s, and 80s funk and soul. Devon was taken aback by how adept a dancer Helen was – sensual, cool, rhythmic. He had a theory that you could tell how good a woman would be in bed by the way she kissed and danced. Helen excelled at both, looking sexy and chic as she moved to the beat of the music, her full breasts heaving in her little strapless dress. The two of them danced and danced, taking breaks to sample a few hors-d'œuvre, sip Lanson champagne, and later engage in passionate snog sessions.  

“You really know how to rock a little black dress, madame!” exclaimed two attractive young women who were dancing next to them, prompting a cheerful laugh from Helen.

Feeling emboldened by their hot, wet kisses and sensing that the champagne, close dancing, and effervescent party ambiance had lessened his older date’s inhibitions, Devon took Helen’s hand and led her to one of the darkened, secluded outdoor sectionals. Reclining, their bodies intertwining together, they began kissing passionately, their tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Helen sighed and moaned as they kissed, unmistakably aroused.

“You’re the most beautiful woman at the party,” gushed Devon, his chest swelling with youthful pride. “I’m so proud to be with you.”

“And I’m the envy of every woman here.”

Helen leaned in, her warm breath upon his ear, and gently drew her teeth across his earlobe, her mind racing.

I think I need to fuck this gorgeous black boy.

She placed Devon’s hand on her behind, encouraging him to hoist the hem of her dress and grope the flesh of her curvaceous, thong-clad derriere. Devon knew then that he was finally going to get inside her panties before the night was over.

Their kisses reaching a fever pitch, and with almost twelve inches of thick black cock straining the crotch of his pants, Devon suggested they take a break and cool off, both literally and figuratively, in the huge night-lit outdoor pool.  

HELEN

In one of the main floor bathrooms, Helen changed into her sexy, high-cut one-piece swimsuit, the cheeky back leaving her behind completely exposed. She emerged poolside, the cheeks of her exposed ass swaying and jiggling as she walked. Joining the large group of guests who’d had the same idea, she sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, waiting for her young companion to return. The men wore box-cuts or trunks, while the women tended to be clad in thong bikinis. Two young women doffed their bikinis, brazenly skinny-dipping in the pool nude.

Helen suddenly heard Devon’s voice.

“What’s the water like?” he asked, striding confidently towards her.

She turned and had to suppress an audible gasp. He wore a tight, box-cut swimsuit made of stretchy, powder blue nylon-lycra. The visible outline of his forearm-thick penis ran from his groin all the way to his hip. A thick, dormant anaconda. The turquoise glow from the shimmering pool water articulated every muscular contour of his gorgeous black physique.

“Devon, you need a license for that swimsuit … or at least for what’s in it,” pronounced one of the giggling skinny-dippers from the pool.

Devon slipped into the pool and approached Helen, placing his hands under her arms, lifting her off the edge and into the water.

They savoured the warm water together, a reprieve from the muggy, nighttime heat. Placing her arms around Devon’s neck, the stars filling the nighttime sky above their heads, Helen pressed her lips once more to his. Embracing, she playfully wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, the gusset of her daring one-piece pressed against his taut abdomen.

Later, having changed back into their clothes, they reclined together on the same, darkened sectional. With Devon’s head in her lap, Helen tenderly drew her hand across his cheek, toying with his ears with maternal softness.

“I suppose you should take me home, young man,” she said.  

“I suppose I should,” he replied.

Having said their goodnights, they drove back along the ocean road, speaking infrequently, the buzz of the evening’s blissful romance and erotic tension still filling their hearts and stoking their libidos, more sexually primed than either of them had ever been in their lives.

As always, Devon escorted Helen to her door. She felt her heart beating in her chest as they both stepped onto the front deck.

Fumbling for her keys, her hands trembling, she suddenly dropped her bag, the contents spilling onto the deck, including the box of XXXL condoms and the bottle of sexual lubrication.

“Oh, good god!” she exclaimed, horrified, and morbidly embarrassed.

Feeling her face turn crimson, Helen knelt in her chic, sexy heels, frantically trying to stuff everything back into her purse. Always eager to help,

Devon knelt as well, silently collecting her lipstick and the box of Equus condoms.

“How embarrassing,” she sighed.

With everything returned to her bag, they both stood. Helen, clearly rattled, self-consciously swept her hair from her eyes, adjusting her tight black dress.

“Thank you for an incredibly lovely evening,” she said after a deep breath, her composure returning. Devon leaned forward and, instead of a kiss, gave her an extended, affectionate hug.

“As always, it’s me who needs to thank you. I adore your company.”

Sensing he was about to bid her goodnight, Helen, with a quavering voice, asked the question she had fantasized about asking for some time.

“Would you like to … come inside?”

“Very much,” he replied with a confident, self-possessed smile that made her weak in the knees.

Once inside, they embraced almost immediately, their mouths pressing together in ravenous desire. Devon slipped his hands under the hem of Helen’s dress and squeezed her curvy behind.

“Oh, darling,” she said breathlessly. “I know I’m forty-eight, and you’re twenty-two, and I know I’m a married woman, but I want you desperately. But … and I’m going to be completely honest with you … I’m more than a little nervous. Fearful might be the more accurate word. It’s … so big. But here’s more candour – the size of your penis is also an incredible turn on. Truly.”

That internal voice once more whispered in her ear.

… as is the fact that you’re so young ... and black.

Devon held her face in his hands and looked intently into her beautiful brown eyes.

“This is about more than just sex,” he said to her calmly, "though I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman so bad in my life. This is also about making love. I don’t care how old you are. And we can take it very, very slow.”

With that, the young black Adonis swept his mature blonde date off her feet and carried her in his arms into the bedroom, bent on sex.

A table lamp bathed the room in a soft, warm light. The floor-to-ceiling glass doors were propped open, the still night air mingling with the portent of sex. A woman’s presence permeated the room – a lipstick and a bottle of perfume on the vanity, a stray earring, a bra, panties, and a pair of silk stockings slung over the back of a chair, an empty wine glass, vases festooned with lush flowers, a bodice-ripper novel, splayed open and face down on the night table.

Devon gently set Helen down on the edge of the king bed. He stood before her, shedding his blazer, suede shoes, and shirt, revealing his rippling torso. In the soft, ambient light, he looked to Helen like a young, dark-skinned prince, the sensual light dancing across his sculpted torso. Reaching for the top button of his denim pants, the thick outline of his sex now reaching almost to his knee, Helen stopped him.

“May I?” she asked, her voice quavering.

“Of course,” he answered, moving closer.

With fumbling fingers, Devon’s mature companion unfastened the button of his pants and drew down the zipper. Easing his pants and boxers over his tight buttocks and down, Helen unleashed Devon’s massive, swelling penis. Rapidly hardening, already a full foot in length, and with a circumference reminiscent of a pop can, it angled downward from the sheer weight of it. The ridge of the beautifully shaped, circumcised crown, three inches across, the size of a plum.  

“My god,” she gasped, covering her gaping mouth with her hand.

Helen’s handsome boy toy saw the lust in the older woman’s eyes, knew that the black colossus between his legs both frightened her and enflamed her desire. Devon moved closer, gently slipping one hand beneath her ear, the other grasping the shaft of his girthy twelve inches, slowly, crudely, drawing it across her face and lips. So vulgar. So carnal.

Helen drew in a trembly breath.

I’m about to get well and truly fucked. I’m twice his age, so why am I the one who’s nervous??

Steadying herself, Helen reached out with trembly hands, attempting to grasp Devon’s swelling sex, slowly, lovingly, drawing the tightening foreskin up and down, looking like a woman possessed.

“My fingers don’t reach all the way around,” she blushed, her voice incredulous, fragile. She closed her eyes and gently drew the tip across her lips, exchanging a smear of lipstick for a streak of salty, clear pre-cum. Still in her strapless black cocktail dress, she released an audible sigh, relishing its musky scent, marveling at its weight, its radiant heat.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” he asked softly.

“I think it might be too big to fit in my mouth.”

Gently kissing the tip, Helen continued stroking the length with both hands, still marveling at its ruinous girth.

“That’s quite the mouthful,” she gushed, her cheeks still holding their blush. Devon’s penis, still not quite completely hard, was triple the size of her husband’s erection, in both length and circumference.

Bringing the tip of the massive head to her mouth, she parted her lips, forcing them to stretch to maximum aperture in her eager effort to envelop the head. Devon looked on, captivated by the sight of the mature blonde’s absurdly strained lips, gently sweeping a lock of her hair from her eyes to afford himself a more unobstructed view of the deliciously vulgar sight.

Try as she might, and with her sensuous lips obscenely overextended, Helen was unable to draw them much beyond the ridge of the crown. All too aware of how undignified and unladylike she looked with her lips straining to accommodate the head of Devon’s cock, she was by then was far too aroused to care. Besotted by the ungodly dimensions of Devon’s gargantuan black pussy-tamer and compensating for being unable to lodge more in her mouth, Helen passionately suckled the head, swirling her tongue over the large slit, hungrily licking, and pressing her lips to the immense shaft. Her loving kisses left red lipstick smears over the dark skin. In the eagerness and passion of her oral ministrations, gooey strings of saliva began seeping from the vacuum seal of her outmatched lips, cascading to the hardwood floor in thick strings.

Perched on the edge of the bed, her impassioned sucking and stroking continued unabated, punctuated only by impassioned, breathless sighs.

“Oh, darling, I never knew a cock could be this big,” panted a breathless Helen. “I can’t take my eyes off it. You take a woman’s breath away.”

The lids of Devon’s eyes occasionally closed, his head tilting back, savouring the warmth and wetness of the older woman’s mouth. Looking down at the elegant blonde goddess, Devon’s buttocks, the muscles of his abdomen, and his large scrotal sac all began to tense up.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” she asked with a tenderness that, given her age, sounded as maternal as it did sexual to the handsome young stud.

Devon could only manage a groan in the affirmative as Helen quickly continued to suck his cock with passionate panache.

With Helen’s lips enveloping the huge head plus another inch, her hands drawing up and down the footlong shaft, Devon suddenly arched his back, his muscular torso tensing.

Here it comes …

Devon’s jaw clenched.

Grunting a final deep, guttural groan, he began pumping thick ropes of warm, creamy ejaculate into Helen’s mouth, filling it to overflowing. The force and volume of the young Adonis’s discharge prompted a series of hard, gulping swallows on her part, one after another after another, the flesh of her delicate throat rippling with every eager swallow.

There was just so much of it.

Despite her best efforts, excess semen escaped from the seal of her lips, streaming down her chin and dropping down onto the floor in thick, pearly gobs.

Stroking the shaft of Devon’s massive horse cock with both hands, Helen greedily milked and swallowed every drop of semen like it was a blessing, suckling the errant gobs gathered from her chin. She looked up at her young black lover with adoring eyes.

“My goodness,” observed Helen, “that must have been an entire cup.”

“Sorry about that,” replied a sheepish Devon.

“Please don’t apologize, darling. You have no idea how much I’ve fantasized about swallowing your cum.”

DEVON

With his massive, dark-skinned weapon momentarily spent and angling downward almost to his knee, Devon took Helen’s hand and had her stand and turn around.

He drew down the zipper of her dress, revealing the band of her sheer black bra and the thin band of her lacy thong beneath. Her womanly booty looked exquisite in her thong panties, which he knew she had worn specifically to please him. With Devon’s help, Helen’s little black dress descended to the hardwood floor, collecting at her ankles.  

Helen was an executive, a mother of adult children his age, and almost thirty years his senior, but Devon rightly sensed that, when it came to the bedroom, she preferred to let her man take the lead. It was a role the handsome black knight relished.  

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he directed. “My turn to taste you.”  

Perched at the end of her bed, atop the luxurious 400-thread count sheets, Helen leaned back on her hands, looking up at Devon. His black, muscular frame was magnificent, like sculpted ebony, his powerful cock swinging brutally between his thighs.

“Take off your bra.”

Helen reached back and unfastened the clasp. Her large, pretty breasts slipped free, nipples swollen into pink nibs.

Helen let out a little gasp as Devon slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her tiny lace panties. Raising her hips, he stripped them off, pressing her bunched panties to his nose to savour her natural feminine scent mixed with perfume.

“Now spread your legs and lie back.”

Helen did as she was directed, moving back until her head reached the large pillows.

Her handsome black cub eyed her exposed maidenhead.

“You have such a beautiful pussy,” he enthused, his eyes full of awe and lust. It was a pussy he planned to resize before the night was through.

Moving between her parted thighs, his lips not more than an inch from her delicate cleft, Helen could feel Devon’s warm breath between her legs, his nostrils filled with her feminine scent. She was already sopping wet, her labial lips and upper inner thighs already glistening with womanly moisture. She let out another little gasp, placing her hand on the top of Devon’s head, as he began planting gentle kisses along her inner thighs, consciously avoiding her glistening slit.

“Such a tease,” she sighed, her gaze fixed upon her young lover’s oral attentions.

His teasing didn’t last, moving closer and closer to her labial lips with each kiss.

When his dark, sensuous lips and tongue tasted Helen’s most private place, she closed her eyes and emitted a soft moan.

Devon delighted in pleasuring his older conquests with his skilled tongue, knowing that in many cases it was an aspect of lovemaking that husbands and ex-husbands had likely abandoned years previously. He lovingly attended to Helen’s sopping wet pussy, adeptly pacing his kisses, licks, and suckling, knowing just when to apply slightly more pressure, insert a finger, or suckle her swollen pink clitoris. Darting his tongue in and out of her vaginal portal, he watched her submit to the pleasure, brow furrowed, mouth agape, succumbing to the sweet, torturous ecstasy.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her hand unconsciously gripping the top of Devon’s head, pressing it between her parted thighs ever more forcefully.

A slow churn of pleasure began to build deep within her, contracting into a tightening orbit around her swollen clitoris, just inside her labial portico. Helen lay back, completely vulnerable, surrendering to the approaching crescendo.

Sensing that a crescendo was imminent, Devon smothered her clitoris with his entire mouth, passionately suckling and swirling his tongue, slowly applying more pressure. Working a finger in and out at a faster rate, Devon suddenly felt Helen’s thighs come together in a spasm, contracting around his head in a vice-like grip. He watched as she arched her back, her face contorted in the grip of a prolonged series of wrenching, orgasmic spasms. She dug her fingernails into the young man’s scalp and cried out.  

When the after-tremors of her powerful orgasm had subsided, Devon gently kissed the entrance to her feminine sheath, observing the large stain on the bedsheet beneath the delta of her quivering thighs.

“Oh, darling,” she panted, drawing Devon to her, kissing him passionately on the lips. “You’re such an incredible lover. It’s been so long since a man has done that, and never so well.”

The pair lay together on the bed in an extended and tender cuddle. After Helen had caught her breath, her tummy full of Devon’s cum, they resumed their sensual lovemaking. As the sexual hunger of their kisses became more and more intense, she tended to Devon’s penis with her hand, inspiring it to reach its full, ruinous length and punishing thickness.

“Oh baby, I wanna put it in you,” he whispered in her ear.

“Darling, I’m incredibly turned on, but I honestly don’t know if it will fit,” she answered, looking nervously at the size of his massive erection relative to her diminutive quim.

“Can we try?” he asked.

Without waiting for a response, Devon hopped off the bed, headed for the living room, and quickly returned with the box of condoms and sexual lubricant, his huge ‘Pringles can’ swaying between his thighs like a thick black truncheon.  

“Let’s forgo those, darling,” said Helen in a faint voice, referring to the condoms. “But please use a lot of the lubrication.”

Devon knelt between the mature blonde’s parted thighs, leaning forward to tenderly stroke her hair and kiss her on the lips, his heavy erection coming to lie across her tummy. The feeling of it, the weight and length of it, prompted a quick, shock inhale from Helen. He squirted thick streams of the clear, slippery lube across his massive erection and Helen’s labia. She shuddered as she watched her young lover slicken the taut black skin of his imposing weapon.

“Please be gentle,” she implored, wearing a meek smile, “and please go slow.”

“Of course,” he said. “You just try to relax.”

Devon gently eased apart Helen’s knees a little wider. Her cropped blonde pubic hair was matted with wetness, the pink folds of her feminine sheath parted like the petals of a rose. He observed her large bust rising and falling in nervous anticipation, her heavy-lidded eyes wanting but anxious, as he guided the tip of his punishingly oversized sex towards her pretty maidenhead.

Devon focused his attention on his powerful horse cock, stroking it with both hands to ensure that it was slickened with lube. He confidently worked the entire length of it, from the small thatch of pubic hair at its base, all the way to the gorgeous head, which appeared to be as large as Helen’s fist.

Gripping the rigid shaft of his erection with both hands, Devon found his warm, wet mark, gently leveraging his hips and pressing the tip against her moist point of entry, forcing apart her glistening pink folds.

Helen let out a slightly panicky gasp. Caught between fear and lust, her mind raced with anxious thoughts.

It’s too big. It’s too big.

"Just relax," he repeated quietly.

Forcing her labial lips to quickly stretch and dilate so excessively caused her to wince. Though trying her best to relax, Devon’s size prompted Helen to clench her jaw, suck in air through her teeth, and tightly clutch the bed sheets.

“Wow, that’s big,” she panted.

Despite several patient attempts on Devon’s part, gaining a foothold seemed elusive, and Helen’s delicate sheath seemed incapable of accommodating his enormous cock. Experienced as he was with difficult penetrations, Devon was concerned that success might evade him.

"You’re very tight," he said. “Just try to relax.”

After two more attempts, aided by Helen’s natural wetness, patience and perseverance eventually won out, and her tightly stretched portal finally enveloped the massive head.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, as her beautiful black lover slowly worked his hips, gently forcing several more inches inside her in tiny increments.

He paused, though never retreating, refusing to give up the ground he had worked hard to attain, to allow his older lover to catch her breath.

HELEN

Helen closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing, willing herself to persevere through the initial pain and discomfort.

Renewing his efforts, in time, Devon managed to squeeze a little less than half his length inside her. Helen swooned, light-headed, fearing she might faint; her vaginal canal convulsed from being so stretched out.

A confident grin formed on Devon’s lips as he watched his lover’s face contort, then slacken with every additional inch gained -- winces, then gaping-mouth sighs, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Oh my god -- it's so big!" she cried breathlessly. "Please," she eventually pleaded, her voice slightly panicky. "I think it's too big – you’re hurting me."

"Just relax -- you’re doing so well,” said Devon. "I promise to be careful with your cervix when you top out. It's going to start feeling better and better. Just focus on the pleasure, okay?"

Resolute, undeterred, and increasingly emboldened by his progress, Devon slowly rocked his hips, lodging more and more of his colossal sex inside Helen’s vice-tight vaginal canal. Being so punishingly well-endowed, the young man had become adept at reading a woman's face and body for visual and physical signs. Over time, at a little better than nine inches, Helen felt the tip of her young lover’s erection nudge her cervix.

She winced, completely maxed out.

He stopped, allowing her once more to catch her breath and adjust to the oversized intruder wedged inside her.

Gauging his lover’s reaction, Devon slowly withdrew before forcing his way back in again, gradually establishing a rhythm, increasing the pace of his plunges with every measured thrust. Helen tightly gripped his muscular bicep with one hand, her manicured fingernails almost cutting him as his penis overwhelmed her delicate little pussy, her other hand continued to tightly grip the bedsheets.

My god, he’s going to bump up against my tonsils!

"Oh, darling," she whimpered, “you’re so deep!”

Indeed, to the older blonde, it felt as if she were being penetrated by some huge, rigid anaconda.

Still, just as he had assured, the initial pain, the distracting discomfort, began to subside as her pussy slowly adjusted. Devon’s girth was such that her labial lips folded inward with every in-stroke, pulled outward with every withdrawal, the top of his huge shaft sliding across her clitoris each time he forced his way back inside her. The intense, unprecedented pleasure was now outpacing any lingering discomfort. Adding to the visual carnality of it all was the audible sound their intercourse generated – her tight seal and natural wetness, the slippery lube, combining to create a slick, gooey sound that punctuated Devon’s thrusts.

Helen began to moan and pant as the young man continued to make love to her, experiencing an entirely new sensation in her lower reaches. The friction and tremendous stretching generated by Devon’s pop can girth began to make Helen’s pussy hum, ripples of pleasure fluttering in the depths of her groin. Helen suddenly realized that she was on the precipice of something new. Not the mythical ‘vaginal orgasm', but something exquisite. She released a deep, guttural moan as it swept through her in waves, causing her body to writhe and contort.

"Oh, sweetie," she gasped in a semi-languorous state. "I never knew it could feel like this."

Despite his age, Helen’s young lover was a master cocksman, using his exceptional endowment as an instrument of feminine pleasure rather than a rough, self-indulgent battering ram. Though capable of causing her significant pain, he clearly understood how to read a woman's body. He pressed on, averting his orgasm to prolong and intensify Helen’s budding ecstasy, allowing her to savour the singular pleasure of a staggeringly large cock.

"Darling, you’re so incredibly deep. You feel like a baseball bat. You’re triple the size of my husband,” she gasped in the dizzying throes of passion, her voice trailing off.

Helen’s adept young lover proceeded to treat her to a series of extended, teeth-clenching orgasms, quickening his steady rhythm to a crescendo, then subsiding, then slowly building towards yet another pleasurable release. She bit her lower lip and emitted a heavy groan each time the grinding pleasure around her G-spot peaked, and her pussy convulsed. She lost count at three or four magnificent orgasms.

“My god,” she panted, “the stamina and endurance of a young man!”

DEVON

Devon understood that patience and perseverance eventually yielded dividends; that once Helen had adjusted to his size, he would be able to penetrate her more passionately, more forcefully. He sensed she now desperately wanted him to. He understood, instinctively, that in addition to being made love to, a woman often wanted to be fucked, alternating between wanting a sensitive lover and a studly bad boy. Helen now wore a look of determination and animal lust, a look that signaled that she wanted him, no, needed him, to fuck her with merciless abandon.

"Oh my god, I love your huge cock!" she cried hoarsely, her cheeks flushed, beads of perspiration forming on her brow.

"Turn over and get on your hands and knees," Devon demanded.

Helen let out a startled gasp as he quickly withdrew his monstrous organ. Her vaginal canal, so thoroughly stretched, remained frozen in a gaping 'O' for a time, even after Devon had pulled out, the tender folds of her labia raw and ruddy.

She turned over and got on her knees, staring straight ahead, wearing a dazed expression, her well-coiffed blonde hair now slightly dishevelled.

Devon stroked his slick twelve inches and re-positioned himself behind her, her poor, beleaguered pussy exposed and vulnerable.

“You look so sexy,” he observed.

With Helen’s latest, more sexually unrestrained comment, Devon correctly perceived that she now wanted it dirty, vulgar. He admired her exquisite derriere, caressing it with his hand, observing a few adorable beachheads of cellulite.

Her shorn quiver, just below and between the pleasing arcs of her behind, lay exposed to him, the pouty folds vulnerable to his next, more forceful assault. Devon gripped Helen’s waist, pressing her upper torso down against the sheets to afford himself more unfettered access.

“Baby, you need a good, hard fucking,” said Devon with a bad boy smirk, his enormous erection bobbing powerfully between his muscular thighs. “And you’re about to get it.”

Helen shivered, a wave of arousal sweeping through her.

She turned to watch as Devon once more guided his hulking weapon to its tender target, her eyes peering through damp strands of blonde hair.

"You like my tight little pussy?" queried Helen, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. "Are you going to fuck me with that huge black cock?"

A confident grin formed at the corner of Devon’s mouth. He relished the heated words of his beautiful blonde conquest, a woman twice his age, savoured the way his size unclosed her, touched her in places no man had ever touched, overwhelmed her in a way her husband never could.

"You’re so sexy,” he replied. “I can’t wait to get my huge black dick back inside you. Stretch out that tight white pussy.”

One hand gripping his giant tool, the other on Helen’s waist, Devon once more hit his mark. Aided by a pelvic thrust that concaved the sides of his butt, Devon once again slowly stretched her orifice to its maximum aperture.

HELEN

Once more sucking in air through her teeth, Helen bit down on a pillow. With increased resolve, the young man began wedging his gigantic weapon into her from behind. Despite the more forceful entry, her discomfort was less intense the second time around and passed far more quickly. She was still vise-tight, still concerned about tearing or chafing, but this time the feeling of being so profoundly stretched was dizzyingly pleasurable, primal. In truth, she felt more profoundly sexual than she'd ever felt before, and began to moan like a bitch in heat as her young black lover had his way with her. Devon was soon penetrating her so deeply that it felt to her as if he might soon bang through her cervix.

“Easy, darling,” she whimpered, turning to grip Devon’s arm. “Your cock is massive.”

He gripped her waist tightly and began driving his way into her in a steady rhythm of long, relentless strokes. The flutters and tremors and tingling came flooding back, and she cried out with yet another intense climax.

"Oh my god, it's so big!!"

The young, virile black stud continued his engine-like assault for what seemed like an eternity. The tenderness in her delicate little vulva became almost too much for her to bear. Eventually, mercifully, Devon suggested he lie on his back.

Straddling her lover, mouth agape, thighs parted, Helen guided the tip of her young lover’s formidable cock to her parted petals, slowly twerking her behind from the waist, gradually, incrementally, lodging forearm-thick inch after inch of his towering, dark-skinned erection back inside her. Her hands firmly planted on Devon’s broad, strong chest, she threw her head back and grunted as her hips descended, her pussy slowly engulfing inch after inch of Devon’s equine-size erection.

On her knees, Helen tried her best to accommodate as much of Devon’s length as she could. She rode her ebony stallion with passion, the expression on her face fluctuating between exultant, pained, and sexual ecstasy, her large breasts heaving, her derrière jiggling, whimpering, and moaning with every laboured descent. Unbeknownst to either of them, a thick, milky discharge began to seep from the seal of Helen’s labial lips, trickling down over Devon’s giant prong.

“I think it’s time I let you truly have your way with me, darling,” she panted, suggesting that they resume their interracial lovemaking from the missionary position.

Devon eagerly obliged.

The twenty-two-year-old repositioned himself between Helen’s parted thighs, sliding his enormous, dark-skinned stalk back and forth over her damp pubic hair and across her tummy. So carnal. So vulgar. Paradoxically, both loving and menacing.

“Baby, I’m so turned on,” said Devon, slipping his thumb into Helen’s mouth, prompting her to suckle it like it was a proxy for his cock. “I wanna stretch you out so bad. But I need to hear you say you need it.”

Helen swallowed, felt her face and throat flush, her clitoris radiating heat.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her eyes heavy-lidded, her voice raspy, her hand gently stroking her young lover’s heavy, footlong sex. “I want you to fuck me. I need your giant black cock inside me. To stretch out my pussy. To touch me in places my husband can’t. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

… because I will.

His arousal red-lining, Devon forced his way back inside her. Hoisting her legs over his strong shoulders, he began to pound into her with renewed, almost animalistic passion.

Helen jerked her face to the side, biting her knuckle, eyes closed, her brow furrowed.

“Oh, my god!” she gasped. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god …”

Incredulously, Devon now appeared to be burying almost ten, staggeringly thick inches into in her pussy, their pubic bones only separated by two or three inches with every powerful thrust. Devon suddenly looked on with genuine concern -- the older woman’s face suddenly contorted in agony, her cheeks blushing crimson. He was just about to pause when Helen cried out in a guttural, unrestrained voice.

"Oh, baby – give it to me!! Fuck me!!" she cried out, eyes closed, mouth ajar. "Please don't stop!!"

Helen held on, her arms tightly wrapped around Devon’s neck, while he resized her quim with his relentless, merciless plunges, his masculine grunts mixing with her pained, feminine moans. The muscles of the young cub’s dark-skinned shoulders and strong back rippled as he bucked into the blonde matriarch with his black battering ram. The older woman surrendered to her sexual ecstasy, the intoxicating thrill of interracial sex, of being taken, overwhelmed. She bit down on Devon's shoulder, whimpering.

Devon warned her that he would soon cum, and not a moment too soon, as the older woman felt close to fainting.

"I want you to cum on my face and in my mouth," she cooed.

Withdrawing from her, the two of them climbed off the bed. Devon stood while Helen got on her knees. She purred and sighed, enthusiastically working his giant tool with both hands. Devon observed Helen’s eager expression, entranced.

"I still can't believe you fit this inside me," she panted with genuine bewilderment.

Helen opened her mouth as the young man began to grunt. His sac tightened, and the tip of his huge cudgel erupted, spewing thick streams of hot white cum across her face and onto her tongue. The volume of Devon’s discharge was again formidable. There was just so much of it. She swallowed the young man’s seed hungrily, sucking the gooey remnants from her fingers, drawing the huge tip across her lips. She looked up at him with adoring eyes, her chin streaked with gooey cum. She lovingly kissed the shaft of his spent sex in loving gratitude.

Exhausted and sexually sated, the pair retreated to the bed and cuddled in a tight spoon. They drifted off to a delicious sleep, Helen practically purring from post-coital bliss, Devon’s strong arms and legs enveloping her in a warm, protective embrace.

---

The pair of lovers awoke the next morning to the sound of the ocean lapping at the shore below Helen’s bedroom deck, the warm Caribbean air sighing on their skin.

Despite the soreness between Helen’s legs, the couple began the day by making love.

Their feelings for each other having been consummated in the bedroom, Helen and Devon embarked upon a storybook romance. Over the next two months, their feelings for one another blossomed and deepened even further. For the forty-eight-year-old executive, Devon was the stuff of female fantasy – gorgeous, young, charming, and endowed with a huge dick. Long denied an opportunity to fully express itself in her marriage, Helen’s formidable sex drive caught fire in the arms of her twenty-two-year-old black lover. With equivalent and harmonized libidos, they celebrated their striking sexual compatibility daily.

They were frequently observed walking down the streets of Orleans on sunny afternoons, having dinner together over candlelight in the evening, or touring around the island on the back of Devon’s motorcycle, always fashionably dressed, always holding hands.

Helen loved to send her chauffeur naughty texts throughout the day, her missives always prompting smiles on both their faces.

“This is Mrs. Sinclair at 2415 Rue des Fleurs. I need you to come and fuck me immediately, young man.”

“I am at your service, madam,” was Devon’s usual response.