Shades of Guilt Ch. 3

The sopping wet nectar of Ann's expelled vaginal fluids coated Roland's entire face as he leaned back, steadying himself on his knees to catch his breath, before lifting Ann up on her knees to take her from behind.

Looking down at the swollen appendage that hung lewdly from his groin, Roland pondered how he was ever going to get it inside of Ann's pink cunt. After spending the past few minutes trying to snake his tongue between the tight walls of both Ann's asshole and vagina, Roland simply couldn't believe her pussy was still so tight after having three kids.

Spanking his manhood against his thigh with his left hand to keep it revved, Roland reached down with his right and dug his fingers into Ann's waist. Adding his left hand to the other side of Ann's waist, Roland massaged her spent body for a few moments, then leaned towards her slightly, flexing the muscles in his arms and chest as he slowly pulled Ann's exhausted body off the blanket until she was on all fours, kneeling like a tired dog in front of him.

Roland grabbed the bulk of his bristling penis in his left hand and swung it into the air, letting it come to rest on top of Ann's raised ass, making it look like a jet black footlong sausage laying neatly between Ann's lily white buns.

Lurching his hips lewdly back and forth, Roland built up an ungodly friction on Ann's rear end as he patiently allowed Ann to come to the realization that the same blunt, heavy instrument that was working back and forth between the crack of her ass would soon be attempting to drill deep into her extremely snug womb.

Thrusting his hips far enough forward that his heavy, sagging balls smacked up against the honey pot of Ann's bent crotch, Roland sensed he couldn't wait much longer before he rammed his cock inside the first woman since the mid 80's.

Adjusting his knees on the bed so that he had just the right angle, a foot or so behind Ann's kneeling body, Roland took his cock by its base and aimed it like a steel rod right for the pink target in the middle of the wisps of blonde hair that fanned out from between Ann's parted legs. Roland closed his eyes briefly and sighed when he felt the head of his saliva coated monster collide with the mucus like wetness that laced the entrance to her simmering vagina.

Before he had barely injected the head of his cock between Ann's tether folds, Roland instantly realized how tedious the endeavor was going to be. Patting his hands down gently on Ann's bare hips to calm her, Roland slowly jabbed as much of his powerful erection as physics would allow into Ann's tender womb.

Hearing Ann moan and gasp with each penetrating stab he made, Roland's adrenaline pumped wildly as he watched the way Ann's knees lurched off the mattress and her spine shuddered each time he pushed forward.

By the time he had tenaciously speared three inches of his dick inside Ann's slit, Roland was able to take his rigid black spade by its base and guide it in precisely with his strong hand.

"Get in there, " Roland hissed, feeling his cock getting choked by Ann's rigid vaginal muscles. "Ever had anything like that in there, Baby?" Roland seethingly asked, knowing from her tightness that Ann's husband was nothing like him.

"UUMMMMMM... AAAHHH... OOOHHHNNNOOOOOO... NNNOOOO," Ann yelped in reply as only the third man in her life penetrated her cunt.

Looking down, Roland couldn't help but think his cock appeared to be a thick black log-bridge connecting his groin to Ann's uplifted behind as he plunged a woman for the first time since he went to prison during Reagan's first term.

"Just like riding a bike," Roland laughed to himself, savoring the long awaited feel of an actual woman's cunt squeezing his cock.

With enough of his penis now embedded inside Ann's pussy that she couldn't crawl away if she tried, Roland pressed his weight forward and collapsed his chest on top of the woman's naked back.

Roland placed his left hand firmly down on the mattress for support, directly beside Ann's left ear and then did the same exact thing with his right hand beside Ann's right ear, assuming a position of complete and utter dominance on top of Ann's cowering body.

It looked as if Roland's muscular black frame had eclipsed Ann's torso completely, only her arms and legs flailing out to each side as Roland found his grinding rhythm.

"AAARRRGGHHHHHHAAAHHHH," Roland could hear Ann grimace from underneath as his sizzling flesh relentlessly slammed against hers.

His pelvis working like an engine motor on top of Ann's beckoning behind, Roland thrust his cock at a blinding pace deep inside the helpless woman until he felt her body turning to jelly against his chest.

Leaning over even further, so that his mouth was right up against Ann's left ear, Roland whispered nastily to her as he devastatingly pounded her pussy with all the vigor that had built up inside of him for nearly 15 years.

"GGOODD... DDAAMMNNN," Roland gritted his teeth, trying to desperately hold back his initial orgasm until he made Ann cum for the third time.

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Ann Thomas could literally feel her pussy being pounded into submission as Roland Curtis's 230 pound mass slammed into her. Feeling his hot breath shooting like fire into her left ear, Ann's head spun deliriously on the swivel of her neck and her entire body began to shake violently.

"MMMMMMAAAAHHHHHHUUUMM... UUUMMM... UUMMMMMAAAHHHHHHHHHHCCCCCUUMMM... MMMMMCCCUUUMMMMM... UUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGG," Ann crudly gasped into the matted up blanket below as he pussy squeeled for release.

The moment Ann's third orgasm tripped, she could feel Roland's hulking body tighten on top of her just before his long pent up lust came shooting forth like a huge liquid cannon.

It felt as if the devil himself had pierced his talons into Ann's hips as Roland's cock exploded with fire hose force, spraying his molten cum so far up into Ann's womb that the embattled wife and mother thought her insides had become bathed with napalm.

Ann winced when she felt Roland bite down on her earlobe at the same instant his massive cockhead slammed into the backwall of her cervix.

"GGAAWWDDD... DDAAMMNNNNNNNN," Ann bellowed as she lifted her head to breathe.

Ann could feel Roland riding her until every last drop of his savage, stored up lust had been transferred from his genitals into her. Swooning from the way Roland passionately nuzzled her earlobe, Ann could feel the goosebumps rising all over her flesh stick to the black stud's sweaty skin like Velcro.

When Ann's adrenaline reserve finally gave out and she collapsed into a heap beneath Roland's majestic body, the powerful black ex-con decided he could use a breather as well.

Looking down and seeing that the head of his cock was still embedded inside Ann's pink sheath, Roland casually reached down and pinched off his slowly deflating slab of meat, ejecting it from Ann's reamed pussy with the same sound a cork makes when its pulled free from a bottle of wine.

"GGGGAAAHHRGGHHHH," Ann moaned as the cum covered serpent that had infiltrated her womb slowly retreated for the time being.

Brushing his hands across Ann's bare shoulders and back, Roland lovingly kissed up and down on her spinal cord, bathing in the glow of his first simultaneous orgasm in years.

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Laying beside the nearly asleep married woman, Roland allowed his breathing to synchronize with Ann's as he tried regaining his energy. Lifting himself up and supporting his weight on his left elbow as he scanned Ann's pale exhausted body with adolescent fascination, all Roland could do was shake his head, not believing how well everything had turned out.

Rubbing the palm of his hand over the now limp club that hung between his twitching thighs, the nerves around his own asshole and groin buzzed to life as the memory of what he had just done to Ann's rear end and pussy glowed in his mind.

Feeling his dick burst to life once again inside his caressing hand, Roland shifted his body weight until he was up on one knee, trying to decide just how he was going to position himself on top of Ann's petite torso.

Roland leaned down over Ann and kissed her tenderly on the cheek and neck as he used his hands to turn her body around so that she was flat on her back, facing him once again. Rolling his tongue up the artery that ran the length of Ann's neck, Roland slid his tongue over her cheekbone, across her flushed cheek and finally back to her tender earlobe.

"I enjoyed kissing that sweet ass and pussy of yours earlier Baby... now its time for you to return the favor," Roland cockily whispered into Ann's ear.

Pulling his body back up so that he was looming directly above the naked white woman, Roland sized her up one last time before swinging his left leg over her quivering body and kneeling down on top of her, so that both of his knees were firmly planted right beside her temples.

Roland proceeded to dangle his cock and balls right above Ann's famished face for several seconds until he decided he was ready to drop his heavy nutsack right on top of Ann's sweaty forehead. Allowing his sperm reservoir to rest there for a few ticklish moments, Roland finally swirled his hips around causing his balls to bounce down Ann's face, first between her closed eyes, over the bridge of her nose, then against her parched lips, over her chin and finally down to the center of her throat. Pulling upwards slightly, Roland firmly dropped them right on top of Ann's reddened chin until she parted her lips far enough so that he could ease his heavy testicles into the warmth of the married woman's mouth.

Watching his cock grow to full strength above Ann's shocked facial features, Roland playfully gyrated his crotch on top of her face until the tingling feel of Ann's shallow breathing caused the exposed bud of his naked anus to beg for attention.

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Ann Thomas felt as if she had become enveloped in darkness when Roland positioned his entire body weight on top of her chest. Feeling his rigid thigh muscles press mightily against the sides of her head, Ann couldn't help but taste the salty residue on Roland's balls as they dipped between her lips.

After several moments of being force-fed his heavy nuts, Ann could feel Roland shift his crotch higher up on her face until the rubbery entrance of his ass pressed up against her unsuspecting lips.

"UUMMPPHH," Ann instinctively groaned as Roland used his lathered up and tingling crotch to massage her awestruck face.

"Lick it," Ann heard Roland order.

Looking up though her barely slitted eyes, Ann could see the outline of Roland's black hand as it wrapped around the base of his huge cock, priming it to use, yet again.

With his sagging balls now covering her nose, Ann had to turn her head to the side to breathe, and when she did, her small pink tongue made a bull's-eye connection with Roland Curtis's buzzing anus.

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"OHHH... FUCK YEAH!!" Roland shouted out loud as spasming waves of ecstasy rifled through his muscle fibers, feeling Ann's pink tongue dart between the tight walls of his sensitive anus.

During the years of his incarceration, Roland, along with the posse of inmates he hung with on the inside, occasionally forced certain prisoners to do things such as what Ann was doing. To have a real live woman however, especially the one that was responsible for the testimony that caused him to spend so many years in jail, actually rimming out his bunghole was just too perfect for him to believe.

Looking over his left shoulder, while his asscheeks bucked and writhed on top of Ann's face, Roland could see his glistening white cum leak out of Ann's pussy as she squirmed underneath him. Watching his hot white seed bubble out from Ann's vaginal lips each time her thighs fervently crushed together, Roland felt his cock turn to steel as he continued forcing Ann's tongue deeper into his rectum.

Loving the way Ann's soft, angelic skin felt against the lower half of his body, Roland held his cock directly over top of Ann's head, fascinated by the huge shadow it cast in the dim yellow light of his boarding room.

Forcing Ann's tongue ever deeper up his rear, Roland massaged his cock with one hand and used the other to gracefully pet Ann's matted blonde hair, sensing the definite signs of his queasy lust brimming again inside his loins.

"I think I might be able to get one more out of her," Roland guessed as he looked down, first at the married woman's slurping mouth, then back over his shoulder at her cum-stained privates.

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Ann's tongue was nearly numb from the mixture of cum and masculine scent that permeated her taste buds as Roland's cock dangled in her hair and his asshole danced above her lips. When Roland's rough right hand grabbed a hold of her own arm and extended it with gentle force down the length of her body, Ann was helpless to resist when the naked ex-con dropped her hand right on top of her own lathered up vagina.

Ann could feel Roland press her fingers into the cum-filled folds until her entire hand was covered with the stew of their combined ejaculations.

"Jesus... ," Ann moaned to herself from the warm icky feeling, the vibration of her groan however, sending an electrical jolt of excitement through Roland's anal bud.

Her pussy was so raw and reddened from the rear entry pounding, the resonations of her own touch down there were seemingly on a time delay basis as Roland personally worked her fingers through it with his. Each time she grazed her fingers across her clitoris, Ann could count a full breath or two before the mind blowing shockwave of sensation finally reached her brain.

Several minutes later, Ann never even realized Roland had removed his hand from hers as her fingers continued digging through the sopping wet, humid layers of her pubic forest on their own. Sensing the glorious friction of Roland pumping his cock directly above her forehead, Ann suddenly found herself lavishing the tight asshole above her, puckering her whole mouth around it as if she were giving the black man's rear-end a deep french kiss.

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The mix of cum, sweat and saliva coating Roland's cock had turned into a milky white, frothy paste as he ratcheted his hand up and down on it furiously, rushing himself to another brutal orgasm. Allowing the mid third of his thick manhood to rest in Ann's blonde hair, Roland demonical squeezed the upper third of his shaft with his fist as his balls bounced against Ann's flared nostrils.

Feeling the entire tip of Ann's tongue now buried in his behind at the same time she luridly ran her fingers through her cum-filled cunt, Roland got the distinct sense that the cheating woman was about to bring herself off again as well.

"Make yourself cum again, Ann... that's right... I've gotten you off three times already... I want to look over my shoulder here and see you fuck yourself while your tongue is jammed up my asshole. I want to feel your whole face shudder against my crack when you drive yourself over the edge again," Roland hissed down to the anally slurping woman in heat, that he was straddling.

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Roland's muffled words slowly registered inside Ann's head as her hands and tongue simultaneously worked together to get both her and Roland off. Feeling the tangible weight of the black ex-con's prick bounce against the top of her head, Ann twisted her right wrist at an ungodly angle as she frigged herself to orgasm. It had been so long since she had experienced as much as one orgasm from anything other than an occasional late night wet dream, after experiencing three (and soon to be four) orgasms in less than an hour, Ann felt as if her pussy was ablaze from all the years of pent up lust and desire that now were making a jailbreak of their own.

Feeling Roland's balls tighten on the top of her brow, the masturbating married woman sensed her black lover was on the verge of cumming again. She could feel the real heat of friction simmering off Roland's cock as he desperately pumped it to completion right above her face.

Ann's tongue had become as buzzingly numb as her pussy as she relentlessly dug it into Roland's rear. Feeling every muscle in his kneeling body tighten like a guitar string, Ann frantically pushed on until he finally snapped in a glorious fit of release on top of her chest and face.

"AAARRGGHHHAAMMMHHHAARRGGHHHHHH," Roland's gruff screams echoed between the church walls, making it sound to someone standing outside of the church, that some tortured spirit was crying out in pain from inside the holy building.

The fleshy walls of Roland's rectum tightly clenched around Ann's tongue as what cum he had left boiling in his testicles shot out in a creamy glob, right into the matted mess of Ann's short blonde hair.

"UURRRGGHHHGGGOOODDDDDD," Roland continued to groan, his head arching painfully backwards and the viens in his neck flexing grotesquely as his cum smeared the surface of Ann's soft scalp.

Holding each side of Ann's head securly between his huge thighs, Roland frantically gyrated on the top of Ann's mouth until his weighty nuts had left a lasting blush mark on the side of her cheek.

Experiencing Roland's passionate, almost animalistic, display on top of her, Ann's second orgasm of the night ignited, melting her to the core suddenly as her spasming hand blindly and wantonly fiddled with her juicy pink jewel.

"OOOHHHH... OOOHHHHHHHGGGAAAWWWDDDDDDDDDDD... OOOHHHHGGAAAWDDDDAAAAAAMMMIIITTT," Ann screamed at the top of her lungs, her back and head lurching madly off the crumpled sheets below.

Biting down hard on Roland's meaty asscheek to quell her demonic screams, Ann resembled a lust filled female shrew, incapable of controlling her actions as her debilitating orgasm swept savagly through her.

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Roland's head swirled as the feeling of Ann's teeth ripping into his behind registered in his brain. Sensing the writhing woman's naked body latch onto him as if she were covered in glue, Roland swayed on his knees, trying to regain his bearings as the two lovers whimpered and gasped in a duet of sexual mania.

Realizing his adrenaline tank had finally hit empty, Roland allowed his body weight to shift to his left so that he could lay down beside the heavily breathing woman shivering with sexual gratification next to him.

Wrapping his arms around Ann as tightly as he could, Roland, and the woman who had sent him to jail long ago, layed chest to chest allowing their senses returned to Earth. In the looming quiet of his makeshift bedroom, Roland could feel Ann's heartbeat pound against his, unable to find any words whatsoever to describe what had just happened.

Trying to clear his eyes in the dim light of the boarding room, Roland lazily scanned down the length of his and Ann's intertwined bodies and saw that the head of his half deflated cock was still pinched securly between the stretched pink lips of Ann's vagina.

Roland reached down with an exhausted grimace and pulled his dick completly free from the grasp of Ann's cumfilled womb causing each to gasp with reluctant acceptance that their brief interlude was almost over.

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Twenty minutes later, Ann Thomas found herself in the front seat of her Camry trying to fumble with the keys to get them in the car's ignition.

She had halfheartedly put her clothes back on inside the church and as she sat there, Ann couldn't help but feel the radiant, sticky heat of her and Roland's shared release tingling underneath her.

Looking back up to the church's front door, the surrealism of the whole evening hit Ann between the eyes when she saw Roland standing completely naked in the doorway, waving goodbye to her.

Frozen for a moment, Ann simply couldn't peel her eyes away from the outline of Roland's hulking body blocking the doorway. She swore she could see the look of ultimate satisfaction etched across Roland's face from 100 feet away as he watched her prepare to leave.