Several pictures were showing Carl John himself having sex with some white women… I was amazed and he told me:“Some married women seem to like the...taboo element of having their picture taken while simulating sex with a black man."I nodded, but then I change the subject as nothing had happened.Several pictures had been taken on a sofa, but mostly had been shot in bedrooms. Then I told Carl John: "Are we setting this up here or upstairs at my bedroom?" I asked.He answered mostly women liked to be. "Still hot'n juicy!" Yeah, okay!" I was suddenly starving and old fast food didn't really sound great, but I didn't care. I was really hungry and it wasn't that old anyway, the burgers were still warm.This was like the weirdest night of my life, I figured. Monica and Stacy were definitely not normal and now I wasn't either, riding around Seattle stoned out of my mind and eating Wendy's hamburgers like I'd just got off a boat from someplace in Africa. Not that I have anything against Africans,. The head of his dick felt so huge this time…At this point, Victor stopped pressing and he just held perfectly still while I wiggled my ass cheeks against his rock hard dick. We kept doing this for a while; until I felt the head of his cock pop into my tight rosebud…My asshole burned for a second when that happened; but soon it felt so good with his hard cock buried in there. Victor continued holding still in this position while I kept moving my buttocks and pushing more of his cock deeper in. Deeper and deeper he sank into me until he hit my cervix. Again another painful moment and I still didn't feel him all the way against me. He pushed a little harder but no more of that monster was going to fit. I was embarrassed I couldn't take all of him, but soon I stopped thinking about anything but this huge cock that is now slowly thrusting into me. Long deep strokes sent my body over the edge as I had another orgasm. He knew I was cumming on that huge cock, and took advantage to thrust.