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STORY: Luckiest Man (M/F, M/f, inc, inter, rough, anal)

The Luckiest Man in the World. (pt. 1) 

A story based on a couple of friends of mine.  And he is a lucky
fucker.  But the names have been changed, and they will never know.
This story contains depictions of rough sex, an underage slut, big
scary negro dick, a mildly incestuous theme, and copious bodily
fluids.
 Get yer groove on, or find another story.

Prost.

T.


My friend Steve is the luckiest man on Earth.  I made him that way.  I
am happy for him, but I can't believe it.  It isn't remotely fair, and
it's my fault.  I gave that son of the bitch the best life of any man.
 It seemed simple enough, just help a couple of friends get together. 
It was supposed to be a little hookup.  But here is what happened.

I am 30 and engaged to a great girl.  Sweet and very pretty. 
Beautiful eyes, small tits, and a perfect ass.  I love her, and sex
is... well, it's OK.  I had better sex with girls in college, but it
wasn't like being in love.  Now this isn't to say that we don't have
sex, we do, about once a week.  And nothing out of the ordinary.  She
sometimes sucks my cock, but doesn't like my cum anywhere but in her
pussy.  She is a good girl, the kind you marry.

And that made sense.  I am 32, and the sexual adventures are over. 
Time to settle down.  It's only natural to help your wayward buddies
to settle down, too.  Maybe because my adventures are over, I want
theirs to be.  That brings me to Steve and Amy.  Both single, and both
friends of mine.

Amy was in her early 30's and a coworker of mine.  We became friends
at work by being on the same projects, but it never went further than
that.  She had a sexy smile, short auburn hair, pale skin, and the
biggest tits I have ever seen on a girl with a small, cute ass.  Large
and round, and  staring you in the face.  Our boss always had her in
the office, and she was good at her job, but the old guy just wanted
those luscious jugs near him.

So why is this amazing girl single?  Simple, she was a single mother
with a 14 year old daughter.  That spooks a lot of guys.  Little kids
are one thing, but 14 is a tough age, and I think Kirsten (the girl)
tried to ruin things for her mom's dating hopes.

So she was a little lonely, and didn't go out to find dates much. 
That brought me to Steve.  He was a little older, and divorced as
well.  I knew he had a kid with the mother, and he never got to see
either of them very much.  But he knew how to handle kids like
Kirsten, and I thought he would make for a fun date for Amy.  He was
smart, made a good living, and was a nice guy.  He was also black.

Not some angry urban, hip-hop dude, just a regular guy and a pretty
good friend.  He seemed so much like me, that I never thought much of
his race.  And I knew that Amy had no prejudices.  So I set them up. 
Seemed like a nice match, although I have to admit that I didn't know
why his first marriage didn't work out.  I never met his former wife,
and it didn't come up.  It would.

I should note that I liked Steve, but he never told me much from his
private life.  Amy never told me much either, but that was because
there was nothing to tell.  When there was something to tell, I would
hear it.  They had there first date Friday night, and I didn't get a
call from either of them all weekend.  I wondered how it went, but
didn't think about it that much.

Monday morning, Amy came in to work about 5 minutes late, and she
looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep.  But she didn't look bad. 
She looked a little disheveled, like she had rolled out of bed, and
put herself together in the car.  but she looked good.  Kinda sexy
with a glow about her.  She didn't stop smiling and had a little
giggle with everything she did.  I started to think that the date went
very well.

She showed up in my cubicle mid morning when things slowed down.  I
knew there was a departmental meeting and there wasn't anyone around. 
She came in and sat down and grinned at me.  She was wearing a tight
black sweater, and it took me a minute to realize that she wasn't
wearing a bra.  I couldn't help but stare at her tits, but when I saw
the nipples poke through, I realized they were just tucked under
there, and jiggling with every giggle.  I couldn't believe how much
they stayed up without support, for tits as big as they were.

So I broke the giggly silence and asked how she was.  She stopped for
a second, and looked right at me.
"I have been fucked stupid."

I kind of stared at her.  She hadn't been a prude around me, but never
had she been this, I don't know... crude?  Blunt?  She wasn't the same
woman.  Having nothing else to say, I rephrased what I had first
asked, "So it was a good weekend?"

"Jesus, yes" she said, and bent forward at the waist, and ran her
hands through her hair.  She was really restless.  Then she sat up
again. "I still feel it all over.  I had to get mad for him to let me
go to work, and I nearly ran over schoolchildren to get here.  And I
was grinning the whole time."

She wasn't really addressing me, just talking out loud.  I think she
hardly noticed me.  She sat back and pulled her knees up to her ample
chest like she was stretching. "I had know idea a guy could do that,
as many times..."

At that time, with her feet up n the seat she put her hands on her
knees, and stretched her legs open wide, like a butterfly stretch. 
She was wearing stretchy black pants, very nondescript and low key. 
But it was a lewd position to be in with anyone, especially a
coworker.  But I am a man, and my eyes went straight to the treasure
between her legs.  All men look, but I never expected to see what was
there.  Despite the black pants, I could see a wet stain right in the
crotch.  Not like water,  I could see it was sticky, viscous.  I think
it hit me right there.  She wasn't just talking.  This girl had been
fucked in an extremely serious manner, and very recently.  And that's
when I smelled it.

In my little cubicle, there was a strong smell of fucked pussy.  Her
cunt smelled like real cunt.  Strong, and juicy.  It was almost
unpleasant, but I knew what it was, and I immediately felt my cock
stir considerably.  I was just staring at her cunt oozing juice into
the crotch of her stretch pants.  Christ, she wasn't wearing any
panties.  It was just running out of her.  Was this all her pussy
juice?  This strong a smell was more than I had smelled on a woman
before, but, then again I hadn't seen anyone act like this.  Surely
she using condoms, right?  This was a first date.  She is a safe girl.
 But that much fluid in her cunt... Could she be full of  his...

I realized that she was talking, still, while I was studying her
stained pants, speculating about her morning.  She was saying she
couldn't believe it.  I was about to ask what she meant, to pretend I
wasn't staring at her pussy, but she put her legs together, and stood
up.

She looked right at me, and smiled again.  Not a silly grin, but a
sincere smile.  She walked over to me and bent over to my ear.

"I just want to thank you for changing my life," and without any
warning, she turned to my face and kissed me.  On the lips with open
mouth.  I was completely shocked and my mouth was still a little open.
 Her tongue slipped in and touched mine for a second.  And in a
fraction of a second, she was standing up again and smiling.  She
looked sheepish and wiped her mouth a little. "Oops, I forgot.  Sorry.
 But thank you."
And she was gone.  I sat there like an idiot for I am sure, a long
time.  What the fuck was that.  Who was that.  She wasn't like that
last week.  And what the fuck was that she said after the kiss?  There
was something weird about that.  Well obviously, but something was
bugging me about the kiss.  I was thinking about that, when somebody
walked right by.  The meeting was over and I had to get back to work. 
About a minute later a woman came in to drop off a memo.  I heard her
sniff, and she looked at me.  I looked back at her questioningly, but
then I realized what she was smelling, and that must have shown on my
face, because she left quickly.  What the fuck was she thinking about
me?  Nothing I could do about it, but get out of my cubicle to let it
air out.  Hopefully no one would come in when I wasn't there.

For the rest of the morning I stayed on the other end of the building.
 I was avoiding her because I wasn't sure what to say about her, for
lack of a better word, condition.  I started to think she was high,
but that was silly, I knew she had been sober for years.  Could a man
do this to her?  Do what?  Fuck her so hard, so well, that is changed
her entire personality in one weekend?  The evidence seemed to say:
Yes.

It was lunch, and I hadn't seen Amy for over an hour.  I ventured over
to her desk and she wasn't there.  Someone said that she left early
for the day, as she wasn't feeling like herself.  I could see how
others would think it was the flu or something, since I assume she
only spread her legs in front of me.
I headed to lunch myself, resigned that this would be settled tomorrow
when she was back to normal.  She would be herself when she got a
little sleep, right?  I kind of chuckled to myself as I went into the
parking garage about how weird today was, and it was only 12:30.  What
was up with that kiss?  There was something sticky about her kiss that
seemed to cling to my lips.  Probably just the shock of it.  I hadn't
kissed anyone else on the lips in a year and a half, since getting
serious with my girlfriend.

I parked in a back corner of the garage to keep dents and dings off my
car.  As I walked over to the empty side, I saw Amy's car over to the
side.  I looked again to see if it was really hers, and saw someone
inside.  Maybe she really was sick (that would explain a lot), and I
went over to check on her.  Amy was reclined in the front seat with
her arm over her eyes, like she was resting.  A approached her window
to speak with her, as it was open about half way.  As I said her name
I glanced down at her tits, the way I always do in an automatic way,
and followed down some more.  Her black pants were gone!  She was in
the front seat of her car with her pants completely off.  Her other
hand was between her legs holding a towel or something there.  i
wanted to back away slowly, but when I looked back up, she was looking
right at me.  She wasn't asleep, and heard me say her name.  "Hey,
what's going on?" she asked as if this was completely normal.
"Uh, nothing.  Just heading off to lunch.  how are you doing?"  I
emphasized my question to her, maybe she would acknowledge that the
only thing keeping her pussy from my eyes was her hand.

"I just couldn't take it in there today." she said, shifting a little
in her seat.  "I look like hell, so it was easy to claim I am feeling
off.  God, do I feel off...  But so fucking good." she lifted her knee
p and out and I couldn't help but look down.  She brushed the towel
upwards, like she was leaning up a little, and exposed herself to me. 
Her pussy was totally smooth!  Completely bare, and damp.  I guess the
towel was a little damp for her to clean herself.  I looked at her
fast to see if she caught me looking at her, but she was focused on
her pussy, too. "Jesus, will you look at what he did to me?"  It was
obvious she was inviting me to see, so I looked again.  it was red. 
Her whole mound was puffy, and her pussy lips were protruding and
looked tender. She was pulling her pussy open while she continued, "I
had to catch a cat nap in the car before I tried to drive home.  I
didn't sleep all weekend.  My pussy hasn't looked like this since I
had my daughter.  Look at this towel.  He put so much cum in me, I
don't think I will ever get it all out."  I didn't think anything
would shock me at this point, but she just had.  This was a woman I
worked with, for Gods sake.

"He shoots it so deep inside that it doesn't just fall out like with
other guys."  She looked at me and smiled a little embarrassed at me. 
" I am sorry about that kiss.  It wasn't really appropriate, but I
just needed to express to you how happy I am.  I owe it all to you." 
I was about to say something to let her know that it was no big deal,
and I wouldn't tell my girlfriend if she didn't, but before I did, she
finished what she was saying: "I am sure you tasted it.  i know I
could, that's why I didn't rinse out.  Some guys are into tasting
themselves, but kissing you after eating so much of his cum this
morning was just rude. "  OK, I was stunned again.  I couldn't even
think this time.  "I don't know if it is because he cums so much of
it, or because it's so... thick.  I don't know, but it is just so much
more... powerful?  Maybe that's the word.  Those guy's cum just seems
to stick to your mouth, and the flavor and slickness doesn't go away. 
I could taste it for an hour after he fed me on my doorstep, already
late for work.  I am pretty sure I could live on his stuff."  She
absent-mindedly rubbed her tummy a little.  " I sure did this weekend.
 Listen, I need to get home, if I am going to get any rest; he is
coming over tonight.  I am sorry, I swear it won't happen again.  It
doesn't mean you are gay or anything.  I didn't warn you.  I will be
out tomorrow, but I will be back to a normal schedule on Wednesday." 
And she started her car, and drove off.  Still naked from the waste
down.  A real treat for any truck driver on the way home.

I was standing there for 10, maybe 15 minutes.  Without warning, my
day had gotten a lot weirder.  She kissed me with a cummy mouth.  An
hour after she blew him.  How could she still taste it?  But I tasted
it.  It tasted like when I eat my girl's pussy after I fuck her.  It
isn't something I am into, but she likes it, and I love her so I do
it.  But kissing Amy tasted like the cum was just there.  Like she had
blown me and stood up to kiss me, like the girls in college would do. 
Could his cum still be that strong?  I did smell it when it oozed out
of her in my office.

I couldn't believe this was Steve, we were talking about.  I knew this
guy.  he wasn't a pimp, or a porn star; the guy was in Real Estate.  
he was a normal guy.  What was it she said?  About this being like
when her daughter was born.  Was he that big?  Was anyone?  I saw a
lot of porn, and there are some black guys with some really big dicks,
but they aren't all like that.  Just guys in porn.  Aren't they.
I started thinking about differences in race.  Just when I was
thinking we were all the same, and my enlightened upbringing about
equality was being seriously rattled.

I went to lunch.   I know I am not gay, but I was bothered by what she
said.  I didn't want to taste his jizz.  I didn't ask for a taste.  I
don't want to taste anyone's jizz, not even my own.  I do it for the
woman I love, but please.  She didn't have to even insinuate that
there was anything gay about her kissing me.

I went home and fucked my girl.  just a straight fucking.  I lasted
about 30 minutes, and I could tell she wanted me to cum before she got
sore.  All I had to do was think of Amy's bald, raw cuntlips
glistening in her car, and I came right away.  When I was done, I
looked down at her pussy when I thought I could.  It was sticky and
looked freshly fucked, but it wasn't puffy and raw.  Not in the least
bit.  Amy's condition was because it had been such a long time.  It
had to be.

She wasn't there Tuesday, as she said.  I thought about her and what
she was ding for the morning, but things picked up pace and I got my
mind on my job.  The next day, Amy was back, and she looked like she
was back.  She was made up, and looked professional.  Almost.  I
noticed a very subtle change.  While her huge tits were always right
there, you never saw her nipples.  Now you did.  They were poking
right out.  Her lips were a little more red, and little more glossed. 
I think her hair had been a little highlighted.  Maybe the pants were
a little tighter.  These changes were not much, very slight.  But the
result was to think of her as a fuckable object a little more easily
than when she was another girl in the office.
She smiled at me when I checked her out, but didn't do anything
strange.  No grins or giggles.  She was back to normal.  Good.  maybe
I can forget that whole episode Monday.  It was a busy day, so no time
to chat with her.  I sent her an email telling her I hoped she got a
little rest and was feeling better, then I was off to a long series of
meetings.  I didn't get back to my desk until after 5 and she was
already gone.  I went into my cubicle and checked voicemail and email.
 She had written me back.

             Dear Jason,
       Thanks again for what you did for me.  I never thought my life
could change so quickly, and for the better.  But there are going to
have to be some changes in my life.  The adjustment seems like it will
be difficult when I think about it, but when these things happen, your
dedication takes you through it.
I suppose this doesn't make much sense, I am not completely thinking
clearly yet.  I will try to let you know what happened, since you
brought this into my life.
       Steve and I went out Friday.  We had a nice dinner, then
drinks, and got me drunk ,then took me home and fucked me.  Raped me
is a little more accurate a word.  I won't pretend.  I invited him
over and was attracted to him, but I wasn't planning on having sex on
the first (or even second) date.  Once we were inside, he made it
clear that I had n choice, and before long my clothes were off, and I
was forced to my knees in the living room.  All the lights were on and
I was humiliated and scared.  I thought he was going to really hurt
me.
He stood in front of me and I could see a bulge in his slacks, but I
didn't move when he told me to remove them.  He only had to slap me
once, and I moved.  He didn't hit me hard at all, just enough to get
my attention.  I pulled them down, and he didn't need any more help
keeping me focused.  Jason, I had never seen a cock like this before,
and it was still growing.  He smelled so strong down there.  It was a
man smell but stronger.  More than I have ever experienced.  It was
musky and strong, but I felt something change in me.  I was still very
afraid, both of him, and now of his cock.  I looked at them as
separate, yet together.  Like a big man with a big dog on a leash. 
Both different and individual, yet they are one.  If that makes sense.
 I didn't want what came next.  not at all, but if you were watching
me, you would have seen me open my mouth wide, with no provocation or
threat.  It just opened to accept him.
The strong smell of this huge cock totally filled all my senses.  He
placed his hands over my ears; my eyes only could see this long thick
shaft coming out from my lips, and his flat belly.  I could only
smell, feel, and taste cock.  Black cock.
Funny.  That is the first time I called it that.  Not Steve's cock, or
his cock, or even something like "their kind of cock", but Black Cock.
 It's funny but it feels right to say it like that.
This Black Cock really filled my mouth.  he pushed it to the back of
my throat, and I thought fr sure he was going to violate my throat all
the way.  I was afraid for my life, but my muscles were still relaxed
as i breathed in his thick aroma, and prepared to surrender my throat
all the way to my stomach.  	But he did something I never expected. 
He was gentle.
With all that hard cock, like mahogany slowly pumping into my mouth, I
was amazed at how soft the head of his cock was against the back of my
throat.  He stopped there, without raping my face like he could have. 
He just held my head in his powerful black hands and stroked his cock
in and out of my mouth.  So much of his cock was untouched, but he
concentrated of fucking my mouth.  My mind was spinning out of control
 He was taking me and I couldn't stop him.  My body was reacting to
him in a way that it never had before.
When his cock started fucking my mouth, I opened my mouth and felt
myself relax, but then I started salivating.  I think it was this
smell, and the feel of his hands on my head and my mouth stretched
open, but I felt myself lubricating.  Not my cunt, well, my cunt was
getting wet, but my mouth was, too.  I felt my lips getting wet, as I
was coating his cock with my juice.  I don't know how long he did
this, but my drool was running down my chin and more just came out.
When he stopped and pulled that monster out, my lips tried to hold on.
 I made a little pop sound.  It was embarrassing.  Then I realized
that this wasn't what I wanted, I didn't want to do this, I didn't
want his cock.  But I did.  I was so conflicted, I couldn't believe
that I felt embarrassed in front of a man who slapped me and raped my
mouth.  But I couldn't deny what happened to me, what my mouth and
cunt were doing.  But he didn't give me much time to think.
He came down to his knees and pushed me back onto the floor.  I was on
my back before I realized what he was going to do.  I could not take
this cock in my cunt.  It was too big and too long, and there was no
way.  I knew he would hurt me, but I had to fight him off.  He... well
he did.  He hurt me, and I had my legs open to him, wide.  Just
waiting for him to rape me and get it over with.  I thought I was
ready.  I wasn't even close.
It didn't even feel like a cock in me.  It was so big, I thought he
couldn't even believe this could work.  But his cock was so wet from
my mouth, I felt my drool oozing all around my cunt, and he started to
press into my cunt.  My cunt, my white cunt.  I was a little shaved,
trimmed a little,  but I had hair on my white cunt then.  And I was
watching this black trunk push in.  His big arms had my shoulders
pinned down.  And my white cunt started to yield to him.  I could feel
the cunt juice join the spit and drool on his cock, and my hairy white
cunt opened for this powerful Black Cock.
And it hurt like hell.  I felt it open, then stretch, then I think I
felt something rip.  I screamed, but it didn't phase him.  He kept his
eyes right on me.  maybe he smiled a little when he saw me wincing.
I can't explain to you what happened.  I don't think any man would
understand, I think women who have had children would understand. 
Normally, a girls cunt isn't supposed to be stretched like that until
childbirth.  And any woman tells you the pain is unbearable, yet we
instantly forgive the baby for this, and we feel unstoppable love.  I
think this is biological, something our cunts are wired to do.  He
stretched me so far beyond my limits, his cock pounding into my womb. 
He was in my womb, fucking my uterus.  I was useless.  I was twitching
and flopping, but he kept going.  It went so long, I don't know how
long he fucked me, on my back, rolling me over.  Sometimes he would
stop, and move his cock into my mouth.  I was sucking it without
thinking, just sucking like a baby.  Then I was painfully aware of how
open and empty my distended cunt was.  And that is when I started to
feel what was happening to me.  It was so confusing at first, but it
was instinct.  What my cunt and mouth were doing, they were taking
over my whole body and mind.  I was doing what I was supposed to do. 
And while his cock was outside of my body, I craved it.  When he
finally came, I was lost, and found.  I will never be the same.  So
aware of the inside of my body surrendering itself to his semen.
And that was only the first time.  He fucked me so many times that
weekend.  It was so natural to have him around my house with his huge
cock always out, always hard.  A never wore a stitch all weekend, and
he was in me most of the time.  When he wasn't in me, I was wondering
when he would start fucking me again.  Sunday night he really pounded
me into submission.  I think he wanted to make sure it didn't wear off
when he wasn't around.  You saw me Monday.  I am sorry again for my
behavior then.  I just didn't care what happened, what anyone saw.  I
just wanted to have it back.  that feeling I had when he was in some
part of me.    Did you see me in the car?  What he did to my cunt?  He
shaved me, marked me as his.  I love it.  But I was so worn out by
then.  And he just came back for more that night.  It really wore me
out.  It is something I am going to have to deal with.
There are some changes happening in my life.  Normally I wouldn't tell
you so much detail, but Monday, I was feeling like so much of a slut,
I had to show someone.  You made had to be the one, after all, you
knew what he was like.  You must have known what I needed so badly,
but never knew myself.  Thank you for taking control and giving me to
him like you did.  I hate to ask you for more, after all you have
done, but I need to talk about what is going to change in my life. 
You see, it has already started.  He has been with me every night. 
Fucking me like that every single night, for so long.  But it was
different over the weekend, because my daughter was away at a church
campout.  But she has been back home all this week.
You see, some changes have to be made.  I am sorry this email is so
long, but I needed to get it all out, and this seems like an easier
way.  Besides, writing it out make me re-live it, and my cunt is so
unbelievably hot right now.  I have been rubbing my swollen and sore
clit, and licking my juices off my fingers for the last half hour.  I
know the skinny bitch in the next desk can smell my cunt, so wide
awake, so hungry for cock.  His thick, strong cum leaking out of me. 
I can't stand it when it leaves me, so I eat it off my fingers.  I
don't think it would be fair of me to tell you this while eating his
cum, do you.

I know this is a busy week, but if we could meet for lunch, I need to
talk about what to do next, about Kirsten.  This must be so strange
for her.

Thank you, forever.

   --Amy


ps - I wasn't going to ask this, but it is easier to do this in
writing in person.  I am sure you knew I had a workplace crush on you.
 Is this why you did this wonderful thing to me?  You are the greatest
man in the world.  She is a very lucky girl to have you.




That was it.  I finished reading and noticed that I had been absently
stroking my cock through my slacks.  There was a little spot where the
pre-cum was leaking out.  I could have cum with one more touch, but I
couldn't lose it there.  I had to stare at the ceiling to come down
from the edge.  She wanted me?  Maybe she did, but that was over now.

And her daughter.  Kirsten was home every night this week.  What did
she see?  What did she hear?  It was obvious that she was protective
of her mother, and a little jealous of her mothers body.  Who could
blame her, having to look at those goddess tits while still waiting to
develop completely.

In my other email was a note from my boss.  Another guy was out sick
this week, and I had to cover for him at another office the next day. 
That would keep me away from Amy another day.  That sucked, but it did
give me time to think.  I forwarded the message to Amy so she would
know why I wasn't around, and got ready for the next day.  I would
think about Amy and Kirsten later.  I did still have a job to do,
after all.


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