D-Train

Elizabeth was now eight months pregnant. She felt huge. She felt like she waddled around the hospital floor. She'd gotten a private suite for Jamaal, and while they made out frequently and it gave her an opportunity to witness how Jamaal would be as a husband and father (which he was surprisingly good at, which she should have assumed, helping to raise his siblings), she was frankly horny. And the dildos weren't doing the job.

Jamaal knew it too. And while he was doing everything he could to rehab himself, he knew he needed help.

There was a knock on the hospital door. Elizabeth walked over, opening the door.

While Jamaal may not have resembled her ideal lover at first sight, she would hesitate to call him 'thuggish'. With the man in front of her, there was no such illusion. He was 6'3. He was muscular, and covered in tattoos, even on his face. His hair was dreadlocked. His pants hung off his ass, exposing black boxers. He wore brand new Air Jordans. He had a diamond grill on his upper teeth. He stank of weed.

"Umm, are you looking for someone?" Elizabeth asked politely. The man simply smiled and nodded when he saw Jamaal in his hospital bed.

"What up, D-Train?" Jamaal said. D-Train, or Darius, walked over, fist bumping Jamaal.

"This your honey?" Darius said, looking at the young rich trophy.

"Yeah. D-Train is my homie from way back, baby," Jamaal said.

"Oh. Well, it's nice to meet you ... D-Train," Elizabeth said, her brow furrowing somewhat. Darius grinned lasciviously at her.

"You gonna tell this white bitch why I'm here?" Darius asked.

"Easy man, that's my girl. Listen, baby, I know you're frustrated. So I thought you and D-Train could maybe get some steam off, entertain me."

Elizabeth just stared at Jamaal.

"I'm fine, honey. We really don't have to do this."

"Oh, listen to your man," Darius said. "He knows what his girl needs." Darius's hand slid down to Elizabeth's ass, squeezing it. She closed her eyes and moaned involuntarily.

"That's right, baby. You needed this for far too long, taking care of me," Jamaal said. Elizabeth nodded, committing, and her hand tugged Darius's pants off, not a difficult feat, and rubbed his cock through his pants. It was enormous. Her blue eyes went wide.

"That's right, bitch. D-Train has got something for you," he said, pushing her to her knees. She licked her lips, pulling his boxers down. It was bigger than even Jamaal. Thick, uncut ... beastly. It felt unseemly to use that word, but it was the truth.

"Fuck," she said simply, ogling the cock, stroking it, smelling it. Then she tasted it, uncertainly at first, and then greedily.

"Your bitch sucks good," Darius said to Jamaal. Jamaal knew he didn't praise lightly. He watched Elizabeth struggle with Darius's huge prick, watching her bob and **** on it.

"That's enough bitch. Up on all fours. Time for you to get some D-Train," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but complied. It was a test of sorts. Could she tolerate a man whose only redeeming value was the size of his cock? And then she felt him enter her. Her legs started to shake. She'd tightened up since Jamaal's shooting, but he didn't care, pushing into her, burying into her. It felt like she was about to have a baby she was so full, and then she convulsed. Orgasm, after orgasm, her cunt spraying the bed with its juices, as she begged, barely coherent, for seed. D-Train's seed. And when he rewarded her with his cum, her eyes rolled back into her head and she came so hard she passed out, gurgling groggily.