Nearly two hours had passed, and Nick was growing more and more antsy by the moment.  Simply making the choice to detour here had been awkward enough, but to wait around in the hopes that Zeke showed up was simply surreal.  Tina had noticed his discomfiture, and while he was doing his best to support her, it was obvious that his patience was wearing thin.  She was about to speak up when a deep voice rumbled from close behind them.

“Can I help ya?” came a familiar deep bass tone with a hard edge to it.

The Bryants turned around, and there he was – Ezekiel Brown, in all of his glory.

The hulking black man would have likely been every bit of six and a half feet tall if he stood up straight, but his poor posture offset the height somewhat.  His massive frame carried quite a bit of weight; while it was obvious that Zeke had been quite powerful in his day, some of his muscle had certainly softened with time. 

His receding hairline was certainly a bit higher than it had been two years ago, making his large forehead look even larger, and his short-trimmed hair bore more gray than it had then.  His large eyes stood out against his coal-black complexion, though he frowned at the two visitors for a moment until they turned and recognition dawned on his less-than-attractive features. 

“Nick… Miss Tina,” he stammered as he dropped a massive canvas bag to the ground.  “Is dat really y’all?  You folks come all da way back up heah?” he asked in his folksy dialect. 

A grin broke out on his wide mouth as he worked to remove an enormous old-school backpack.  “I reckoned I’d never see you folks again,” he stated as he examined the couple.  “I see dem packs a’ y’all’s,” he gestured.  “Y’all been waitin’ fa’ me?”  He shook his head.  “Ya coulda waited in da cabin, no need ta sit outside like dis.”  He paused for a moment.  “Though I s’pect dat since y’all loves to hike an’ be outside, it ain’t too much trouble.  But still.”

With his pulse racing, Nick gave a weak smile.  “It’s no trouble,” he answered.  “We needed to eat lunch anyway, so we just set up here.  You’re right – it’s not like we mind being outside.  We were just surprised that you weren’t here.”

Zeke gave a deep laugh.  “Now Nick, I love this heah mountain, but it don’ have everythin’ I needs.  From time ta time, I has ta hike down ta town ta gets mah mail an’ stock up on supplies.  Ain’t no mailman walkin’ ta dis cabin, no sir.”

Nick’s grin was a bit more genuine.  “That makes sense,” he allowed.  “I guess we just never thought much about it.”  After pausing for a moment, he took a step toward the massive black man and extended his hand. “It’s good to see you again, Zeke.”

Zeke gave a wide grin and enveloped Nick’s hand in his mammoth paw, giving it a firm squeeze.  “Same heah, Nick.  It’s good ta see both a’ ya again.  Y’all been doin’ okay?”  His gaze drifted over to Tina, who stepped somewhat shyly forward as he released her husband’s hand. 

The big black man spread his arms wide, and Tina stepped in to give him a hug.  As she did so, Nick found himself staring at the connection.  He had expected a friendly “side hug”, or at the most, for Tina to do the polite “lean in” to the larger man that would keep her breasts mostly away from his chest.  Instead, the brunette stepped fully in and allowed the massive older man to envelop her in an embrace that molded her body fully against his.  “It’s so good ta see ya again, Miss Tina,” Zeke murmured.

Nick felt his mouth go dry as the greeting between Zeke and Tina stretched out for several moments longer than he would have ever expected – or than anyone would consider to be polite.  Eventually, though, the big man released Nick’s wife and took a step back.

Zeke’s bushy brows lowered in a frown above his flattened face.  “My, my, Miss Tina.  You’s a mite curvier than ya was tha last time I seen you.”  He grinned.  “I mean no disrespect, a’ course.  It looks good on ya.  Very feminine-like.” 

As a flush of embarrassment touched the brunette’s face, Zeke’s grin grew wider.  “Well, now.  There’s somethin’ ta dat, huh?”  He arched an eyebrow.  “I do believe I know what dat means.  Miss Tina, you done had a baby, ain’t cha?” he queried.

Tina shot a worried sideways glance at her husband, her green eyes bearing an unspoken question.  Zeke saw the look pass between them, and his eyes narrowed for a moment.

“Hol’ on,” he stated.  “You means ta tell me…?”  The black man’s expression grew incredulous.  “You ain’t jus’ had a baby.  You done had my baby, ain’t dat right?”

The brunette seemed struck speechless for a long moment, but finally managed to nod in reply to the query.  “It’s true,” she admitted as her voice caught in her throat.  “I… ah… I did.  Zeke, I had your baby.”

The older man’s face took on a contemplative look and his voice grew husky.  “All mah life, I wanted a chile,” he mused.  “Some way ta carry on afta I’s gone.  I ain’t never done nuthin’ special, but a baby?”  He shook his head.  “Dat’s somethin’ else.”

As he let it soak in, Zeke’s gaze met Nick’s, and it seemed to snap the older man out of his reverie.  “Now, Nick,” he urged,” don’ ya go gettin’ all twisted, ya heah?  You dat baby’s daddy, I knows dat.  Baby mus’ be… a year old by now?  Older den dat, I reckon.”  He mused for a moment.  “Naw, dey ain’t never even met me.  I’s just an ol’ man, an I don’ know a damn thing ‘bout raisin’ no baby.”  He shook his head and chuckled.  “Don’ you worry none, Nick.  I ain’t gonna cause dat family a’ yours no trouble.  I’s just so proud ta know part a’ me is gonna live on.”

As Nick took in the genuine emotion on the black man’s face, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.  He had assumed that Zeke wouldn’t try to cause any trouble, but to confirm it firsthand was definitely reassuring. 

A ridiculously wide grin threatened to split the old hermit’s face.  “Y’all don’ keep me waitin’!  Was it a boy or a girl?  What did y’all call ‘em?” he pleaded.

Tina seemed to relax a bit, and Zeke’s smile spread to her face.  “It’s a girl, Zeke,” she explained as she pulled out her phone.  “Her name is Abigail Grace – we call her Abby.”  She opened an album on her phone and clicked on a photo before turning it to the old man.  “Take a look.”

“Abby,” Zeke repeated, seeming to taste the name.  “Dat’s a mighty fine name.  A mighty fine name.”  He moved close to Tina and leaned in to view the phone.  “Good Lawd,” he murmured.  “Dat baby is gorgeous, Miss Tina.  She got your eyes… I ain’t never seen no colored chile wid green eyes like dat.”  As Tina scrolled the photos, his smile continued to shine while he asked questions here and there.

Finally, Tina came to the end of the photos.  Zeke looked at both Tina and Nick.  “I want to thank y’all again,” he spoke.  “Y’all coulda gone on wid y’all’s lives an never said nuthin’ ta me, ain’t no way I’da known.  Even if’n you wanted me ta know, y’all coulda sent a postcard or somethin’… ain’t no way I’d be able ta track nuthin’ down.”  He shook his head again.  “Nope.  ‘Stead, y’all hiked on out ta the middle a’ nowhere ta give me tha news in person.”  He paused.  “Dat’s big a’ y’all.  I thank tha both a’ y’all.  Dat means tha world ta me.”

With the biggest obstacle cleared, the Bryants found themselves falling easily into an old groove with Zeke.  They had spent quite a few hours together cooped up in his cabin almost two years ago, where they had whiled away a few days of blizzard with conversation, cards, and booze.  Well… and sex, if anyone cared to be honest about it, but it seemed that everyone was choosing to politely forget that aspect.

Tina and Nick told stories about Abby, causing Zeke to laugh at the relayed antics.  They shared experiences of the trails they had seen and waterfalls they had visited; the older man clearly had his own love of the outdoors, and he appreciated the stories and photos.  Zeke spun a tale about his brother, Jeremiah, being treed by an alleged snake this past spring – the snake turned out to be a territorial chipmunk when Zeke came to assist; the retelling brought tears of laughter to old man’s eyes. 

The time spent with Zeke was simple, honest, refreshing.  Nick had forgotten just how easy the black hermit was to talk to; the older man’s sincerity was a welcome change from so much at home. 

With a start, Nick realized that it was after five PM; between the time they had spent waiting on Zeke and the time they had spent visiting with the older man, the afternoon had melted away.  He moved toward his backpack, reminding Tina that they had a good distance to make before nightfall; clearly, they would not be making it all the way to the originally planned campsite.

Zeke frowned.  “I’s just about to see if’n y’all wanted to share bit a’ mah shine,” he offered.  “This year’s blackberry batch won’t be smooth yet, but last year’s done aged long enough ta be somethin’ else.  Figured we could have some dinner an’ a few drinks.  As I recall, both a’ y’all enjoy it.”

Nick smiled but shook his head.  “Your shine is amazing, Zeke – and we love your company,” he responded, “but we have already spent longer here than we had planned.  We need to get moving, or we will have some rough days ahead trying to roll over the miles we didn’t finish today.”

The back man’s frown deepened, but he nodded.  “Fair enough, den.  I hates dat y’all has to run off so soon, but I sure am glad ta have seen ya again.”  He shrugged.  “I figured I never would.”

The large black man gave Nick another firm handshake, and as the smaller white man started to pull his pack on, his wife leaned in for one more hug.  Once again, Tina allowed Zeke to pull her into a surprisingly intimate embrace that lasted for longer than Nick would have anticipated.  When they finally pulled apart, the imposing hermit very obviously looked Tina’s body up and down and gave a low whistle.

“My, my.  Dem curves is mighty nice, indeed,” Zeke spoke.  “You is lookin’ mighty fine, Miss Tina.”  He gave a crooked little grin.  “Afore ya go, would ya mind turnin’ ‘round for me?  I recall how nice dat ass was; it shore would be nice ta see it one more time.”

Tina smirked and shot a questioning look at her husband.  Nick rolled his eyes; he supposed that, given their history, it wasn’t as inappropriate of a request as it might have otherwise sounded.  He gave a little shrug to his wife, who grinned and winked before turning slowly around to face away from the much larger man.

“Damn,” Zeke let out in a low tone.  “Dat ass always was nice, but carryin’ dat baby ain’t done nothin’ but make it nicer.  Damn!”

Up until that moment, the diversion out to see Zeke had gone normally.  It had certainly contained some memory-triggering elements, but the old man had been polite – better than polite, really.  He had been warm, friendly, genuinely grateful.  Conversation had been light and pleasant. 

Just as Tina began to step toward her own pack, all that began to change as Zeke crossed the space between the two of them in less than a single stride.  Nick watched in what felt like slow motion as the black man slipped his right arm around Tina’s waist, with his oversized fingers coming to rest just below her belly.  The motion drew a squeak of surprise from Tina’s mouth, but she made no actual verbal protest, nor did she try to immediately pull away from his grasp.

With his brain suddenly slipped into neutral, Nick stood rooted to the spot as the large man pressed himself against the much smaller brunette.  “I truly do appreciate y’all comin’ up here ta give me dat news,” Zeke spoke in a low tone.  “But it seems ta me dat ain’t all y’all came up here for.  Y’all coulda sent a postcard or somethin’.  ‘Stead, y’all came all this way ta see me in person.”

Zeke cut his eyes at Nick for a moment and studied the smaller man.  When neither of the Bryants moved, he added, his voice a little louder, “If’n ya ask me, it seems ta me that Miss Tina’s been thinkin’ ‘bout dis big old dick.”  With that, he reached his left hand down to Tina’s, then pulled the white woman’s own hand back to rest on his crotch.

Tina uttered a small “oh” in response, but managed to find her voice.  “Zeke, I’m not… I mean, that’s not why we are here…”  And yet, her tone lacked any conviction, nor did she try to pull away from the big man – or to even more her hand.

The tall old man grinned.  “I tells ya what.  I’ma check somethin’.  If’n I’s wrong, I’ll apologize an let y’all go on ya way without any more bother from me.”

As Nick’s pulse pounded in his ears, he tried to grab a handle on what was happening.  Why was he just standing there?  He should say something, do something!  And yet, he remained still, staring at the spectacle of his wife wrapped up by the older man as powerlessly as if he were witnessing a train wreck. 

When no one objected, Zeke slipped his massive black right hand down under the waistband of Tina’s gray leggings.  It only took another moment for a sharp intake of breath from Nick’s wife to announce that the old man had reached her crotch.  Her lack of protest caused Zeke’s grin to grow even larger.

As the brunette’s head lolled back, Zeke gave a low chuckle.  “Dat’s jus’ what I thought I’d find.  Dat pretty lil’ pussy ain’t just wet, Nick.  Yo’ wife is soaked!”

A moment later, a deep moan escaped Tina’s mouth.  It was that singular sound that always caused the blood to rush to Nick’s cock – that special moan that his wife gave when she was initially penetrated.  As Nick’s heart raced, he watched the brunette shift her feet apart a bit to permit the big man’s hand better access.  While Nick couldn’t exactly see what was going on, there was no mystery at the moving lump in the fabric at the crotch of his wife’s leggings caused by that big hand… and momentarily, the liquid squishing noises from her cunt became audible, proving beyond any doubt that one of the old man’s meaty digits was inside of her vagina.

“Oh my God?” Tina moaned with a note of disbelief in her voice.  “Oh my God…”

As Zeke’s ministrations progressed, it became obvious that Tina’s hold on reality was slipping.  Her eyes had rolled back in her head, and little noises escaped her open mouth while the old man continued to work his hand inside of her leggings.  Nick still seemed powerless to move, just standing there watching with an undeniable erection in his own pants.

After a bit, the black man withdrew his hand from Tina’s leggings, eliciting a slight whine of protest.  “Step up so’s ya can hold on ta da porch,” the big man instructed.  Numbly, Tina complied, shuffling forward a couple of steps so that she could reach the rough wooden boards.  As soon as she moved, Zeke followed, then hooked his thumbs in either side of her waistband.  With a quick tug, Tina’s leggings were peeled down to settle on the ground between her boots, baring her flesh from waist to ankles.

As Zeke shucked his own pants, comprehension seemed to momentarily return to the brunette as she turned her head and found her husband’s face.  “Nick,” she murmured.  “What should I… I mean, what are we doing here?”

Even as she spoke, pressure from Zeke’s oversized hand between her shoulders encouraged Tina to bend at the waist and grab the edge of the cabin’s porch.  As she wordlessly complied, bending and letting her head hang down, Zeke grabbed his incredibly oversized phallus and began to stroke it to full hardness.

Finally, Nick felt a little sanity return.  Corralling willpower that had deserted him, he moved closer to Tina and tore his gaze from his wife’s face to that of the large black man.  “Zeke,” he spoke, his voice cracking with emotion, “you, ah… you need to wear a condom,” the sandy-haired man stated as he remembered the previous night.  “This isn’t a good time for her.”  He knew that Tina had asked him to wear a condom in the tent last night, which meant that she had entered the fertile part of her cycle.  Otherwise, he always went bare during sex; both he and his wife vastly preferred for her to take semen inside.

The big man gave a deep bass chuckle.  “A rubber?  Nick, I ain’t never wore no rubber in all mah life.  I ain’t got none o’ dem.”  He gave the smaller man an appraising look.  “An’ I mean no disrespec’, but you an’ I both know any rubbers ya got in dat backpack a’ yourn ain’t never gonna fit me.”

The smaller man found himself staring at the ridiculous appendage in Zeke’s hand that seemed more like a porn-inspired caricature of a penis than any real sex organ.  While the chocolate colored, uncircumcised glans of the big man’s penis was large, it at least seemed reasonable in size.  The darker, coal-black shaft that extended back from it was another story altogether.  The phallic surface featured fat, ropy veins that bulged beneath the skin, and the tool’s massive circumference would easily threaten that of a soda can while extending out every bit of ten inches from the large man’s body. 

Nick felt a wave of cold panic wash over him as he regarded the ugly ebony weapon in Zeke’s hand.  Tina was acting like she was in heat; there was no possibility that she wasn’t going to let the large old man fuck her.  And what of the dirty talk, where she had told her husband about the rush of the orgasm she got from being inseminated?  Further, he remembered Zeke talking in the past about how it just “didn’t feel right” to not put his semen deep inside of a woman’s vagina.  Dear God… if Tina truly was fertile, this would be the worst sort of reckless risk; the little mocha-skinned girl in her crib back at home was proof of the unattractive hermit’s undeniable virility. 

Nevertheless, Zeke’s voice offered calm assurance to the anxious husband.  “Look, I don’ wan’ ta hurt nobody.  If Miss Tina wants me ta pull out, I’ll do dat.  A’ight?”

Despite a small shred of common sense screaming objections in his head, Nick found himself nodding in agreement.  “Pull out,” he answered numbly.  “Yeah, all right.  You can pull out, that will work.”

“Dat’s settled, den,” Zeke answered with a grin as he shuffled forward slightly.

Tina jumped as if shocked by the contact between their genitals.  “Oh God, Nick,” she panted as she looked up at her husband.  “Baby, his… he’s against me.  Are we really going to do this?”

It was like a ringing sound had settled somewhere in the back of Nick’s brain as he took in the surreal situation.  Now that the question of safe sex had been addressed – ignoring that it was, of course, a laughable solution for actually being safe – it was like he could no longer find a valid objection to the impending copulation. 

Of his wife. 

With an old mountain man.

Who happened to be black.

Even as his pulse pounded in his ears, it was as if any will for Nick to voice a protest had evaporated.  What the fuck was wrong with him?  Did he actually want his wife to be fucked by that monstrous black cock, let alone for her to take it in such a risky time in her cycle?

And then, as the thoughts raced through his mind, something inside snapped.  Who was he trying to kid?  He and Tina had fantasized about her fucking other men for at least three years.  They had even done it before – here at this very cabin.  They had dirty talked so many times around Zeke taking Tina again.  Yes, his emotions were a mess, but even last night, part of Nick had been acutely disappointed when he had thought that there was no way that his wife would ever fuck someone else again. 

So why lie to himself about these desires?  What was the point?

Realizing that he had lost his voice, Nick swallowed and made direct eye contact with his wife.  “This is just like our fantasies, baby,” he spoke. “You’re going to take another man’s cock out here in the open where anybody could see.”

Her green eyes went wide at his proclamation, and she gave a little moan.  “Oh, God…” she breathed.

Zeke’s flat face took on a look of intense concentration as he wrapped one of his massive black paws around Tina’s pale white hip. 

Suddenly, Tina let out a guttural groan as her back arched and her chin tucked down to her chest.  “HUUUNNN… oh GOD!” she moaned.  “OH BABY… OH… HE’S…. HE'S INSIDE MEEE!!!”

The old black man’s eyes rolled up in his head as a look of pleasure spread across his face.  “Fuck yeah…” he moaned.  “Damn, dat pussy’s so tight, I been missin’ dat!  FUCK yeah!”

The large man stayed still for a long moment, then pulled back ever so slightly before pulling on the much smaller white woman’s hips tightly with both of his oversized hands as he pressed forward. 

“Oh GOODDD,” Tina choked out a moan.  “I forgot how BIG he was… ohhhh sooo muuuch FUCK… TOO MUCH TOO BIG OH GOD!”

The near panic in his wife’s voice made an icy pit in Nick’s stomach.  That massive black cock was inside of her again.  Holy shit, the very thought had him ready to vomit… and had his own dick so hard that he could barely fish it out of his hiking pants.

Tina’s face came up, looking straight ahead at the cabin – and at nothing at all.  There was a moment of relaxation before a look of intense concentration swept over her features. 

“Oh fucking YESSS!” she cried.  “Oh God, so BIG, so MUCH… SO GOOD!  So... huh… so much…”

Zeke’s grin grew as he looked down at the white woman in front of him.  “Dat’s it,” he encouraged.  “You kin take it, ya just gots to remember how.”  Two more slow strokes, three - and it was obvious that the brunette’s vagina was opening up for the massive invading phallus, given that the distance between the Zeke and Tina grew slightly less with each push.

Seemingly heedless of the moans and cries of the brunette – sounds that seemed like serious pain mixed with intense pleasure - Zeke clearly relished in every deliberate stroke.  “Damn dat’s good,” he exclaimed.  “Dat white pussy da bes’ I ever had.  Never had nuthin’ like it!”

Nick stepped closer to the couple, slowly stroking his own achingly hard member.  He swallowed again, feeling like electricity was racing through his body even as the old man was slowly fucking his wife.

“Zeke – you… ah, you were right, you know,” he managed to say.  “Tina has been thinking about your big dick.  We… ah, we have talked about you fucking her.  Dirty talk about how it was before.”  His voice was quiet but firm.  “We talk about it a lot,” he added.

Tina’s turned toward Nick, her face full of disbelief at her husband’s words, but any protest she might have made seemed to have been short circuited by the oversized dick slowly moving in and out of her cunt.  She opened her mouth to say something, but a strangled cry cut off any words and her head tilted forward again, hiding her face beneath her hair.

The huge grin on the old man’s face grew even wider; some idle part of Nick’s brain noted that Zeke wasn’t attractive by any imaginable measure, but his teeth were white and even. 

“Is dat so?” he asked as his stokes got stronger and began to pick up momentum.  “Well, I damn sure been thinkin’ bout dis sweet, tight pussy.  Lil’ mama heah feel so damn good on mah thick ol’ dick.”

“Oh GOD…” the brunette cried as she was rocked forward again and again.  “Oh God FUCK so big sooo FUCKING good!”  By now the strokes had grown much easier, though Zeke probably still had no more than half of his huge appendage inside of Tina.  Even so, the sloppy noises had grown quite apparent; there was no doubt just how wet the white woman was.

“Look at me, Tina,” Nick commanded as he stroked his own stiff member.  “How is it?  Is it as good as you remembered?”

The brunette raised her head and did her best to make eye contact with her husband.  “Huhhh… uunnn… so good, baby… so… it’s… huh… even betterrr…?” the last syllable stretched out into a questioning cry as her head dropped back down, and Nick had to let go of his dick for a moment for fear of ejaculating too quickly.

Suddenly, the squelching noises coming from Tina’s cunt grew noticeably louder.  “OH HUUUNNNHHH… BABYYY… HUHH… I’M GONNA HUUUNNNGGGHHH FUUUCK!”

Nick heard the splattering before he realized what was happening, but he quickly put it together.  Once again, the old black man had made his wife squirt; rhythmic pulses of liquid were falling down from her obviously sloppy pussy and spattering into the crotch of her leggings. 

It was like the filthiest porn movie brought to life, with Nick’s very own wife as the star.  Before their first trip to meet Zeke, Tina had always scoffed at squirting as some fake invention of porn, and was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could never do such a thing.  And yet, as Nick found himself kneeling down on the brown grass for a better view of Tina’s dark pink labia stretched impossibly tight around the ridiculously thick, coal black shaft… the old man had once again brought her to this supposedly mythical type of orgasm. 

Nick could see how much the orgasm took out of Tina; the brunette seemed to be barely able to hold on to the rough porch boards, with her body almost flopping from the sex.  Yet Zeke never slowed down, continuing to pump his bloated cock in and out of the smaller woman at the same pace that had gotten her off the first time.  Soon enough, she came to life again, crying and cursing as the sounds of her liquid cunt grew louder and louder.  This time, Nick had a direct view to watch the clear fluid pulse out of his wife’s pussy as she reached her climax; some of it projected directly out of her, while some slid down Zeke’s massive dark testicles first – but the majority of the liquid fell more or less straight down to soak into the crotch of the forgotten charcoal leggings on the ground beneath the couple.

“You been missin’ dat dick, ain’tcha?” Zeke rumbled teasingly as he continued thrusting away. 

The brunette, currently in her recovery cycle after the second round of squirting, was holding on to the porch for dear life while her legs continued to tremble.  Even so, she managed to choke out a response.  “Oh my God, Zeke… you… huh… wouldn’t understand how much.  So… huh… so… good…”

It felt like a knife to Nick’s guts to hear his wife confess to missing sex with the unattractive old black hermit.  And yet, the smaller man felt a thrill from the confession, as well; it wasn’t like the confession was some surprise.  If anything, Tina’s words only made Nick’s own penis harder.

“You knows what’s comin’ next,” the big man stated.  “We done let ya get used to it… but now, it’s time for ya ta really take it, missy.”

The hulking black man pulled his enormous cock almost all of the way out of the smaller white woman, allowing just the very tip of the head to remain inside of her slippery vagina.  He then moved his feet a bit, adjusted his angle, and gripped her pale hips tightly.  With a smirk on his wide mouth, Zeke gave a grunt and drove the massive phallus as hard and deep as he could into Tina, ripping a deep groan from her that Nick knew contained a great deal of bliss – but sounded like it also carried more than a little agony.  After only the slightest of hesitations, the massive man pulled that bulky black cock of his almost all of the way out of the brunette’s cunt, only to drive it in again with a single forceful thrust.

Nick remembered the technique so well; the Bryants’ last visit to the old man’s cabin had left the memories of this brand of fucking burned indelibly into his brain.  Just like before, the immense black man was relentless, giving powerful but unhurried thrusts in a never-ending cadence that slowly opened the smaller white woman’s vagina.  With every thrust, more and more of Zeke’s enormous cock disappeared inside of Tina’s battered pussy, with every stroke driving groans and cries and moans from her throat until the old man was seemingly forcing nearly his entire length in and out of her body with each repetition.

Zeke had barely reached full penetration when Tina’s orgasm hit.  Her cries and moans escalated until she cursed once as her eyes rolled back into her head, then a stream of unintelligible syllables spilled out of her until her mouth simply hung silently open, with a thin string of drool dripping out of it - unnoticed by her.  For Nick to see his warm, caring, intelligent wife - and the mother of his children - reduced to a semiconscious state by another man’s penis made him sick to his stomach… and made him anxious for more. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured.  “God, she comes so hard on you.”  He shook his head.  “It’s no wonder she sometimes fantasizes about you fucking her when she masturbates.”

Holy shit.  Nick’s mouth went dry; he couldn’t believe that he had actually said that out loud.  A huge grin on Zeke’s face answered the confession.

“Is dat so?” the big man asked, pride clearly evident in his tone.  “Well, den, I gots to be sure ta give her somethin’ to remember, don’ I?”

Again and again, Zeke forcefully drove his oversized penis into Tina’s sloppy vagina as a variety of noises escaped her mouth. 

“Damn, woman… dat pussy grips me so tight,” the big man narrated.  “So damned tight.  Such a shame y’all live so far away, I ain’t never had no pussy like dis.  If’n you was only closer ta me…”  Tina’s moans and cries made Zeke’s thick black lips curl into a smile.  “’Course, as much as I like dat fine white pussy, I ain’t sure you don’t like dis big ‘ol black cock even more.”  Tina’s only answer was a groan of something like despair.

Listening to Zeke’s crude, filthy words were both nauseating and incredibly exciting to Nick.  He continued to periodically squeeze his own hard dick, but stroking it was out of the question, as he didn’t want to ejaculate just yet.

The pitch of Tina’s cries was beginning to escalate; both men knew that she was rapidly approaching another orgasm.  Zeke smirked at Nick as he spoke teasingly to the woman bent over in front of him.

“You’s gonna cum on dis dick again, ain’t cha?” he asked, a mocking note in his deep voice.  “Is dis what ya been thinkin’ of when ya touch yeself?  You been rubbin’ that pussy while rememberin’ what dis dick feels like?”

Tina moaned loudly, but seemed unable to form any actual words.  Abruptly, Zeke stopped his motion, leaving only the head of his penis still inside the entrance to the brunette’s vagina. 

“Oh God, oh God I’m so close!” Tina nearly wailed.  “Please don’t stop!  Oh, please fuck me!  PLEASE!”

Zeke’s smirk grew absolutely wicked.  “Answer da question, den,” he instructed.  “Tell me da truth, an’ I’ll fuck ya some more, missy.”

Tina’s voice was near panic.  “Yes!” she admitted, her tone pleading.  “I touch myself thinking about this.  I rub my clit while thinking about your big black cock inside of me until I come!  Now please, fuck me!  PLEASE!”

Zeke’s self-satisfied smile was nearly unbearable as he began fucking Tina again.  The white woman’s wails took on a note of gratitude until she once again came disconnected with reality as yet another orgasm rolled through her body.

And still, the hulking older man never hesitated, never slowed, never broke rhythm.  Even as Tina’s body struggled to reset after her orgasm, Zeke maintained those long, forceful strokes into her snug little vagina.  Was it any wonder that the brunette responded so vehemently to his fucking? 

Nick found that he had to focus on the simple act of breathing; he was nearly panting from excitement and had begun to grow lightheaded.  For a moment, he was truly concerned that he might pass out.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on taking intentional slow, deep breaths and letting his mind drift a bit to help counter the runaway arousal.

Meanwhile, Tina was building towards yet another orgasm as Zeke’s methodical pounding began to lose cohesion. As Nick managed to calm himself enough to take in the details again, he recognized that sweat was beading on the older man’s bulging forehead, and his breaths had begun to grow ragged.  “Jus’ ‘bout ta get mah nut,” Zeke announced.

“Oh God!” Tina cried.  “Don’t stop… don’t… huhh… so close… please…” she groaned as she pushed back against the big man’s ever more erratic thrusts.

Zeke brought his massive right hand down with a crack against the brunette’s pale ass, leaving a bright pink outline of the blow on her creamy flesh wile drawing a little squeal of pain from the woman.  “An’ here, I thought ya wanted me ta pull out,” he panted, his tone almost mocking. 

Pull out.  Zeke had promised to pull out.  And yet… once again, it was as if Nick was powerless to move or speak.  He was sick to his stomach, knowing how much his wife had fantasized about the big black man pumping his virile semen deep inside of her vagina.  He remembered her confessing how she had chased the high of the orgasm that the first insemination from the old man had given her, how she had craved the old black man’s cum deep inside her; somehow, Nick couldn’t even manage to lie to himself that she would somehow prevent it from happening again right now.

“Fuck me, please… huhh… please fuck me…” Tina pleaded as she rocked forward with the impact from every thrust.  “So close, so… huhh… close…”

My God, it was a risky time.  If Tina wasn’t fertile today, she would be soon; if Zeke deposited his semen into Tina’s cervix, she would carry those sperm for days inside of her while they were out here in the middle of nowhere.  The chance of her belly swelling with another black baby inside was far too high for comfort.

So why was Nick just watching like a useless idiot?  He knew that he should demand that Zeke pull out; it had already gone too far.  They had had their fun, but it was crazy to risk Tina getting knocked up by the old black man again.  The idea made Nick want to vomit… and yet, he wanted more than anything to see that pretty little pink pussy overflowing with the old man’s semen.  The idea that she might once again have the old black man’s baby implanted in her womb was both revolting and achingly arousing.

“Can’t… ah… hold it, missy,” Zeke moaned.  The black man’s broad nostrils flared with the effort of his ragged breathing.  It was beyond obvious that he was at the point of losing control.  “If’n I don’t pull out right now,” he warned, “I’ma… huhhh… fill that little white pussy up… ah… with a big ‘ol load a’ black seed… unnngh…”

“Oh FUCK,” Tina responded, her voice dripping with wanton desire as her eyes were screwed tightly closed.  “Oh GOD… I… huhh… I NEED it!”  As she began to come apart, her voice rose in pitch and volume.  “Yes… YES OH FUCK!  COME IN ME!  GIVE IT TO ME!  COME IN MEEE!”

That did it.  No mortal man could have resisted; why should Zeke have even tried?  “FUCK YEAH!” he bellowed as he slammed his oversized cock as deep as he could inside the white woman while holding her hips tightly to him in a death grip.  “TAKE DAT NUT!  HAAAHHH… TAKE ALL DAT CUM!   HUUUNNN!”

Tina felt those large hands grip her hips in a painfully hard grasp.  Felt that massive penis twitch and jerk inside of her again and again.  Felt the warmth of the old man’s semen flooding the depths of her vagina.  Knew that once again, she had taken a black man’s seed deep inside of her unprotected body.

And then, she knew nothing.  Her orgasm exploded throughout Tina’s body, temporarily taking her consciousness offline.  Her vagina rhythmically spasmed, her cervix dipped down into the pool of semen again and again in an effort to transport as much sperm as possible to her egg.

“FUUCK INSIDE OOHHH GOD NO… YES INSIDE ME HUNNGGG FUUCKINNG AAANNGAAHHH GOD FUCK FUUUCCCK!” she nearly screamed as her ability to form anything close to words fell apart.  A few more guttural noises escaped the brunette’s throat, but as the power of the orgasm gripped her, she reflexively bore down on it, falling totally silent as she spasmed on the massive black cock.

Eventually, Tina caught her breath; little mewing sounds seemed to come unbidden from her as Zeke remained perfectly still while keeping his thick member fully hilted inside of her until her weakening vaginal contractions slowly came to an end.  Finally, the large black man gently slipped his softening phallus from inside of her vagina. 

Nick inched forward from his vantage spot on the ground.  He had no idea what else might have been going on in the world; his intense focus was the junction of Tina’s pussy and Zeke’s cock.  When the chocolate-colored glans - glistening with moisture from the combined sexual fluids – finally slipped free, a thick glob of semen began to stretch from Tina’s opening, where it hung down several inches before breaking away to splatter into the already saturated crotch of her leggings below.

“Help her stand up,” Nick urged in a hoarse tone as he pressed closer to his wife’s defiled pussy.  A grinning Zeke complied, assisting the still-lightheaded brunette into more of an upright position as her husband closed the distance between them on the ground.

For a brief moment, Nick drank in the visuals of the lewd sight before him.  There was his wife’s mound, shaved totally hairless save for one small tuft of brown hair that she maintained for her husband on the bottom of her mons, just above her clit.  Nick had always found that to be so feminine, so sexy; that sight was in and of itself always enough to goad him into giving oral – something he desperately loved doing.

But now, Tina’s poor, tiny “innie” labia were swollen and nearly red in appearance due to the abuse they had just taken.  The little slit, normally closed to causal inspection, was instead gaped open from the massive cock that had just withdrawn from it.  Even as Nick stared, another thick glob of white semen began to collect in the mouth of his wife’s abused vagina; the sight would be seared into his brain for as long as he lived.

As Nick leaned in, the scents of the white woman’s vaginal secretions and the black man’s semen formed an olfactory cocktail that triggered an incredible arousal response deep in the smaller man’s brain.  With no hesitation at all, Nick drove his tongue directly into his wife’s sloppy cunt just in time to stop the next large dollop of cum from leaking out.

“HUNNNGH…. GOD…” Tina groaned at the sudden feeling of her husband’s tongue eagerly questing inside her opening.  “Oh, fuck, baby…” she whined.  “God, that’s so dirty, so… FUUUCK…”

Nick’s oral ministrations were not shy.  He did not hesitate, he did not tease.  Instead, he aggressively drove his tongue as deeply into Tina’s vaginal opening as he could manage, forcefully licking her internal walls, swirling his tongue around her labia, stimulating her clit… before driving it back inside of her again and again.  Like a creature possessed, the sandy-haired man lapped at his wife’s swollen pussy as he sought to clean every drop of residual semen from inside of her unprotected vagina.  Nothing else in the world mattered to Nick as he knelt in front of his wife; reality was limited to the flavors, the scents of the mixture of the white woman’s vaginal lubrication and the black man’s semen as his wife twitched and moaned against his face.

Zeke could only shake his head and smile at the sight before him as the husband of the wife that the black man had just fucked and inseminated stroked his smaller penis furiously while he blissfully licked at her pussy.  The big man could hear the white woman’s soft moans gain volume as the man kneeling before her continued his oral onslaught; it was not lost on him that the kneeling man was making moaning noises of his own into her soaked vagina.

Soon, Tina’s hands came to rest on either side of her husband’s head as she began to direct his efforts to focus on her swollen clit.  Her legs began to tremble, shaking to the point that Zeke had to stand close enough for her to lean back on, for fear that she might collapse.

It didn’t take long at all for the brunette to clamp down, hard, and begin crying out.  “Oh FUCK baby… oh… hunnngg… FUCK IT’S… AHH… HAAAHHH!” 

Her voice grew higher and higher in pitch as her hips began to buck into her husband’s face.  As yet another orgasm ripped through Tina’s body, she spasmed, and Nick – who never stopped licking despite his wife thrashing like one possessed – was suddenly rewarded with a warm mouthful of sweetish liquid.  His eyes shot open as he swallowed, only for a smaller burst of the same fluid to splatter across his face as her latest spasm broke the contact between her labia and her husband’s tongue.  That was all that Nick could bear; he groaned like he was trying to pick up a piano as his own semen shot uselessly from his cock into the dirt beside Tina’s leggings while he rapidly stroked himself.  One more groan, one more twitch, one more smaller splash of fluid against the kneeling man’s cheek, then Tina slumped back against Zeke, who gently supported her weight.   As his own orgasm subsided, Nick sank down, bare ass against the dirt, and struggled to catch his breath.

“Damn,” Zeke murmured with a chuckle.  “Like I said b’fore… y’all really is somethin’ else.”