Hi, I’m Brianna. You can call me Bri (pronounced Bree). I’m a curvaceous 26-year-old bi redhead woman.
For as long as I’ve been allowed to legally make my own sexual decisions, I’ve loved sex. I’ve craved it. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every opportunity I could get to have more of it.
Even when the sex was bad, even when the guy was awful in bed, I still wanted more sex. At some level, I always enjoyed it every time.
I guess it’s mostly the extremely intimate physical, emotional, mental, and even spiritual connection with another human being during sex.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s the cock! Big and hard and mercilessly pounding away at my hungry pussy, until I lose all control and shudder into endless orgasm!
Looking back over my many partners, when the sex was bad, it was still good. And when the sex was good, it was wonderful and amazing.
I love the feeling of a truly sexually talented partner – and sadly, I haven’t had enough of those - slowly building an orgasm inside of me. Until my entire body trembles and erupts intensely, ecstatically, joyously.
And I love having the power and the skills to cause that same type of reaction in my partners, both male and female.
Yes, I love pussy, too. Eating it, of course. And being eaten by a sexy woman. But also slow-grinding my clit into hers, until we come powerfully all over each other.
About eighteen months ago, I dumped a boyfriend who wasn’t satisfying me, wasn’t giving me the intensity or the frequency of orgasms that I wanted. He was often verbally mean and cruel toward me, and he often refused to let me try to satisfy him.
For one thing, the whole time we were dating (more than a year), he never, ever let me suck his cock! Not even once. Can you imagine? Denying me the pleasure of feeling him throb in my mouth! Denying me the pleasure of feeling him explode down my throat! Denying me his sweet, sexy, masculine moans that tell me he loves my fellatrix skills!
Who needs a boyfriend like that? What good is a man if you can’t ever suck his cock? I mean, REALLY!
So I kicked him out – out of my bed, and out of my life.
Then two months later - sixteen months ago now - I met Ted.
Oh….my….god!
Ted is the most handsome, the sweetest, the kindest, the sexiest, the most delicious black stud. A true sexual god of a hunk-man. He loves sexual pleasure as much as I do. Both giving and receiving.
And yeah, I get to suck Ted’s perfect black cock whenever and wherever I want to, as often as I want to now. No games. No bullshit excuses from him, like my previous boyfriend gave me all the time. Just all mine for the sucking. All nine beautiful black inches of it!
Sometimes it seems as if Ted’s beyond anything any woman could ever dream of or wish for.
And he’s the most gentlemanly and respectful of men, both in and out of the bedroom.
Even when we’re fucking the living hell out of each other, my Ted is always the perfect gentleman toward me.
With a very few exceptions, my Ted has been in my arms, in my bed, and mmm in my pussy almost every morning and almost every night, ever since that night when we first met sixteen months ago– including on that first night we met. That first time, less than four hours after we met.
Four hours earlier, we hadn’t even known each other even existed.
And then here we were, less than four hours in. And Ted was already doggie fucking me so good, so damned good, so deep, so hard, so mmmm.
As Ted doggied me so good that first time, less than four hours after we first met, I already knew that I was head over heels in love with him. I already knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
That first time, we actually didn’t leave my bed for three whole days! That was my idea. I didn’t want it to end.
For those three glorious days, no other man had ever put so much sperm in me, nor using such a big cock to do so. No other man had made me feel so happy….so in love …. and so loved! No other man had ever driven me to so many consecutive orgasms, one after the other after the other, each and every one of them so very intense.
Four months ago, a year to the day after we first met, I married Ted.
Mmm, his magnificent nine inch black cock is now legally mine forever and ever! As is his whole perfect masculine body: his rippling chest muscles, his rippling arm muscles, his perfect runner’s calf muscles, his smooth chocolaty skin, and even his highly intelligent mind is mine too.
He’s mine, mine, body and soul all mine now. And I’m his, body and soul. And that’s just how I want it. This is perfect.
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So anyway, on with my story I want to tell you, of The Shower.
Last Tuesday, after Ted and I both got home from our jobs. After we sat down and ate our dinner together. I felt that I needed to shower away the stresses of my workday.
While I was showering, I heard Ted at the bathroom sink, brushing his teeth. I called out to him. “Join me in the shower, my love? Pleeeeease?”
He stepped into the shower deliciously naked, so muscular, so very perfectly masculine, from his chest to his calf.
But he was not yet hard.
I wanted, I needed, to remedy that.
I threw my arms around him, and I kissed his sweet mouth with an intense, passionate hunger.
“Mmm,” I purred happily. “Tonight I want to kiss you all over, my love!”
I picked up the bottle of liquid body wash, and I squeezed that plastic bottle, until my left palm was completely full with a big puddle of liquid soap.
I rubbed my hands together until I had a full lather.
I then wrapped both of my soapy hands around Ted’s cock, which is about 6 inches long when soft. And it was still soft at that moment.
My previous boyfriend was barely that long when fully hard. And he had no clue how to use even that to pleasure me.
So to have that much cock in my hands, attached to a man who knows how to use his beautiful equipment to absolutely devastating orgasmic effect upon me - well, that’s a true joy, and a real treat for me. I’m grateful every day for my Ted.
I began to slowly stroke my still-soft Ted in my soapy hands, under the shower spray. Slow up-stroke. Slow down-stroke. Putting all my love for him into each and every cock-rub now.
His cock flesh is a nice dark chocolate brown. The inch-wide vein that runs up its entire length is as thick as some of the smaller cocks I rode when I was younger.
And mmm how he throbs! God damn that is sssoooooooooooo good!
Through a series of ever more intense throbs, his beautiful black cock grew longer, thicker, and harder in my two hands. Until after only a few minutes, he was at his full nine-inch length and nearly two-inch diameter.
Mmm!
The vein alone is nearly an inch across. Beautiful. Perfect.
I briefly closed my eyes as I remembered yet again how wonderful and amazing that thick vein always feels, rubbing and throbbing against my pulsating clit as he slowly eases into my pussy. Remembering how hard that vein makes me come. Every time it presses against my clit.
And now, in my two hands, he was as hard as a diamond. Only (to me, at least) he’s much more beautiful than any diamond ever.
“Mmmm!” I smiled, purring happily, feeling so in love with both my man and his magnificent cock. “Now there’s that big sweet cock I fell so totally head over heels in love with sixteen months ago!”
By now, it wasn’t the shower spray that was making my pussy so very wet.
I grabbed my husband’s magnificent cock in both hands. And I aimed it straight at my very cock-hungry pussy.
My legs parted, until I was standing like an upside-down letter Y.
I stepped forward, and so did Ted.
In an instant, he was slowly feeding his fine brown love-sausage into the very center of my intense hunger for him.
My trembling pussy gently grabbed his cock and helped it slip in, right where I wanted it, right where I needed it.
His cock flesh felt so smooth and so soft, even surrounding as it did a cock that was so very hard.
My clit was so hard too, and it was throbbing every bit as much as his cock was.
Ted’s little nipples on his perfectly muscled brown chest, and my big nipples too, were also very hard with love and lust, with need and desire and hunger.
As he standing-fucked me, I felt that I love this man so much, so very, VERY much!
And the size and the hardness and the powerful throbbing of his beautiful cock in me, told me that he loves me very much, too.
That whole time, while he was giving me that totally wonderful standing missionary fuck, our mouths never broke our hungry kiss. Our mouths devoured each other, while my trembling pussy devoured his cock, and his cock fed, just totally ravished, my hungry and very greedy pussy.
He was kissing me while he was fucking me. How could I not love such a man as this?
When Ted kisses me during a fuck, my heart absolutely melts. And so does my pussy. I became just one big gooey mess, inside and out, a quivering puddle of love and lust, of need and hunger, of desire and adoration.
The song from Cinderella kept playing over and over again in my head. You know. The one about So This Is Love.
My pussy lips tightened around him. My clit throbbed. My nipples ached. My back and shoulders arched backward toward the shower wall, even as my pussy and my hips thrust closer and closer against this perfect stud, against my perfect husband.
My knees nearly buckled under the excruciating pleasure of how the man I love fucks me.
His cock thrusted and throbbed its way into depths no man but Ted has ever reached. Only Ted. Always and forever my Ted.
My hot sweet sexy husband’s moans of pure pleasure grew louder and louder as we stood fucking in the shower.
So did mine.
His moans made me wetter and wetter.
My moans made him harder and harder.
His increasing hardness made me even wetter.
Which made him even harder.
Mmm! Perfect!
Our two bodies were becoming one. One perfect fuck machine.
He lived to fuck me at that moment.
And in that very moment in the shower. I lived only to fuck him back just as hard. Only that. Nothing more.
This is how a good husband shows his wife how very much he loves her.
After I had thoroughly drenched his cock in my girl-come, and after he had filled my cock-hungry pussy with what seemed like gallons of his wonderful warm sticky sperm, even after all of that, my Ted was still throbbing deep inside of me.
Mmm!
And my still-trembling, freshly fucked pussy was opening and closing, opening and closing.
Squeezing his deeply buried cock, then releasing. Squeezing and releasing. Squeezing and releasing.
His cock was throbbing really thick, then relaxing. Throbbing and relaxing. Throbbing and relaxing.
Deep inside of me.
Mmm! Perfect!
I broke our kiss to sexily, seductively, and very erotically coo in his ear, “I did promise that I would kiss you ALL over!”
I slowly slid my body down along this perfect specimen of raw, naked sexual masculinity, so spectacularly standing before me. This hot black naked stud is MY husband! MINE!
Mmm! Perfect!
As my Ted stood before me in the shower, my soft but hungry loving kisses moved down his neck, down his absolutely perfect black abs, down his well-muscled ribs, down onto his belly button -- which the head and shaft of his big hard black cock was touching, every time it throbbed.
Mmm! Perfect!
When I kissed the perfect dark mushroom head of his cock, he throbbed powerfully against my mouth.
Mmm!
I took a long, slow upward lick from his balls, up every yummy throbbing inch of his BBHBC (big beautiful hard black cock).
Then I finally kissed and licked his big perfect black cock-head.
Mmm!
A single precious drop of his sweet pre-come dripped out of his intensely throbbing cock, down onto my tongue.
Mmm!
That did it! I’m only human. I couldn’t take one more second of his playful teasing against my cock-starved mouth.
My mouth opened wide, and I hungrily sucked him into my mouth, inch by beautiful loving inch, and slowly down into my throat.
Ted slid in deeper and deeper into my throat, throbbing harder and harder. The harder he throbbed, the more hungrily I sucked him!
Mmm!
Yes!
This is why women have husbands. For moments exactly like this! To suck them, to enjoy them.
I hungrily sucked my sweet Ted in and out, in and out, in and out of my throat.
Mmm! PERFECT!
I knew at that moment that I love Ted. I love my husband with all of my heart, with all of my soul, and yes with all of my body, too. And the intense, insistent power of his cock-throbs in my mouth told me unequivocally that he loves me. As much as I love him.
And then with one last powerful throb, my Ted exploded!
He exploded into my mouth.
He exploded onto my tongue.
