1. Matilda's night ride


    Date: 10/3/2017, Categories: Interracial, Author: magentalips, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    man with glasses stretching out in the seat across the aisle, who looks uncannily like Matilda’s husband, is awake and looking at her. But it’s very dark and all he would see are two big stirring lumps under blankets. Too bad, old fellow, better luck next time, she thinks while peering at him. Matilda feels her man turning more against her body now and gently slides her finger out with a little dainty pop, when the agitated woman desperately wants him to keep it right in there. His right hand is now unzipping the fly of his tight pants. Then Matilda feels the head of his huge penis at the ready on her anus. “Holy mother of God,” the normally unreligious woman whispers to herself. It will be murder because he is far too big. Matilda had to quickly reach backwards and grab hold to stay the forceful monster. She can’t believe the hard and warm weapon of mass destruction that she is holding. In preparation for her reunion with her husband as soon as they get home this morning, after many months away, Matilda has a small bottle of coconut oil in her purse. She quickly pulls it out and passes it backward, while still not looking at her attacker. She smells the man rubbing the lotion on. Then she holds her breath, hangs on to the armrest and bites the red cushion in anticipation. The monster baton presses gently at first and at the right spot is being muscled right in. Unholy mother of God. This is not possible. How can she allow in something this big and long. The bus is slowing ...
    down and pulls in to stop at the side of the road. “Shit, police check,” she whispers to Al. Sure enough, two sleepy officers come on to the bus and shine their little torches on the faces of sleeping passengers. They see a big black man cuddling up under the blanket with an older white woman with a mop of copper hair and smile to themselves. “Jesus Christ,” whispers Matilda to Al. “We usually stop very soon for supper. The food is shit, so maybe we can continue there? But please stay in me until then.” Again the coach bumps and grinds over stretches under construction. Matilda and Al ride with the bumps for all that they are worth, so much so that the red-haired woman soon had to swallow an exploding sweaty orgasm, just before the bus comes to a halt for supper. At the breaks, Matilda quickly pulls the towering Al by hand to a very dark spot behind a building around the corner from where passengers from many buses were eating their supper. “We have half an hour,” she says. Very quickly she leans back against the timber wall and open her thighs wide apart while standing. Al drops his tight pants and wields his gleaming black giant , directing it in with some difficulty this time into Matilda’s tight blond vagina. For Matilda, it’s unlike anything she has experienced for a long time, maybe since her wild youthful days and nights in Europe or even Egypt. As she was screaming out into Al’s broad muscular chest, she catches a glimpse of that paunchy baldy with specs that may be now ...
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