Her shoulder’s shook as she coughed, trying to keep the length of his cock down. She worked her throat, swallowed each spurt of cum that Jason unloa...ed into her mouth. She was thorough - none escaped her.Jason finished and, panting, looked down. Helen still knelt before her son, looking up at him while trying to catch her breathe. Her beautiful face was a mess - her eyes were tinged red, watery, and wide. There was traces of drool at the corner of her lips, and her skin was flushed red from her. She'd been busy behind the bar in Rileys on Torch Street when she'd seen Giannopoulos for the first time. She'd noticed him approaching, a brick outhouse of a man with huge shoulders, with big hands heavy with gold jewellery, with a wild brown bushy beard. He had smiled at her as he'd ordered his drink, and she'd been amazed at his white, even teeth, an unusual presentation for a man who clearly didn't look after himself in other ways.Even before she'd known who he was, she'd sensed wealth. And. He always got the same reply, “You are man enough for me. I don’t want any other men to fuck me. You satisfy me completely.”One Friday, Ivan picked up a DVD involving interracial sex, a change to their regular videos. The men being black and the women always white. Usually the DVDs had four or six chapters, so there were variations, but always had the woman screaming for ‘big black cock’, wanting to be fucked hard and deep. Some would show the woman having her face covered with the cum. We descended into the hot tub for some freshening up (we HAD been dressed and sweating for a while, after all). We explored one another’s most exciting parts, I fingered her to a sweet orgasm, feeling the hymen I was soon to rupture. We retired to the bed, and she said, ‘I want you in me.’ I positioned myself at the right place, nudged the head of my penis into her, and said, ‘This is supposed to hurt for a second…?’ She nodded. ‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘Take my virginity.’ With one swift.