Lynn Stewart and White Lightning

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The new room was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the air practically vibrating with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Lynn Stewart lay beneath Aaron Reigner, her legs pinned high above her head in the unrelenting grip of his arms. Her back arched off the bed as his monstrous fourteen-inch cock pistoned into her, every thrust driving her closer to the edge of insanity.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod—!"

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There was something about middle-aged black women that Aaron enjoyed and they in turn loved about it. It was more than his cock size. Her moans were guttural, primal, each one echoing off the walls like a symphony of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He was making her work—what, with her legs over her shoulders. He made her work and they loved working themselves to reach his high expectations.

"Come on, you can do it. Keep at it. How many orgasms are we what?"

"S-s-s-seventy threeee~!"

"As expected of a lawyer. You do well to keep track."

Aaron praised her, smiled down at her, and dicked her down like Black Lightning NEVER had. This was White Lightning, she realized. All that talk about not breaking?

Impossible.

After the first thrust, it was impossible not to deem this the superior cock. Not to become obsessed with it.

"Oh my God, Aaron! I can't—I can't take it!" Lynn gasped, writhing beneath him. Her nails clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to anchor her to reality. But there was no anchor, no escape. Her body was completely at the mercy of the godly man above her, his cock stretching her to limits she didn't know were possible.

"You can take it," Aaron said kindly. His biceps flexed as he held her legs in place, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bed creak. "You were made for this. You were made for me."

Lynn's eyes rolled back as another orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing violently. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as she screamed his name. "Aaron! Aaron, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she begged before breaking into a sob of pure ecstasy

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"White Lightniiing! White Lightniiing! White coccckk~! It's the best! The best!!!"

From the corner of the room, Jefferson Pierce—Black Lightning—hands to his mouth and sweating madly. Lynn said she wanted to experience something new and…he let her. So that he could propose to her afterward.

But this…

Fuck, had he made a mistake?

His ex-wife, the woman he had shared so much of his life with, was being utterly dominated by the white man he had agreed to let her experience. And he couldn't help but be impressed, jealous, and horny at the same time.

"Err, Aaron, how is she doing?" Jeff asked, his cock twitching in his pants. "When will you, ahh, be done?"

Aaron didn't stop, didn't even slow down. His cock slammed into Lynn's soaking pussy with a wet, obscene squelch, her body jolting with every thrust. "She's doing just fine," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Aren't you, baby?"

Lynn could barely form words, her mind a haze of pleasure and pain. Her lips parted, but all that came out was a choked moan. Her hands flew to Aaron's chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried to hold on. "I—I—oh God, it's so big!" she finally managed to gasp, her voice raw and breathless. "It's the biggest I've ever had! Jeff, it's—oh God—IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!"

"R-right…no regrets, right?"

Lynn didn't respond. She couldn't.

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Aaron's cock was hitting places inside her that Jeff had never even come close to reaching. Her pussy clenched around him, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her. Her screams filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and desperation that made Jeff's heart race.

Aaron's thrusts became faster, more brutal. Jefferson clicked his tongue. "This fucker can go faster," he murmured.

Yep, he could.

"You're gonna come again, aren't you, Lynn? You're gonna come all over this cock, like the good little slut you are."

"Yes! Yes, I'm CUMMING!" Lynn wailed, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm exploded through her. Her pussy tightened around Aaron's cock, milking him with every pulse of her climax. Her legs shook violently, her toes curling as she screamed his name over and over again.

"How many are we at now?"

"EIGHTY-SEVEN!!"

Fuck. Fuck. Jefferson wanted to look away but his instincts made him peak. Eighty-seven? During their whole marriage, they fucked like rabbits and let's just say Jefferson hit barely half that number.

"Tell me who owns this pussy, Lynn!"

"You do!" she gasped out. "You do, Aaron! You own me!"

Jeff watched from the corner, sweating bullets. Lynn was in a state of pure bliss. It was everything she had wanted, everything she had needed. And Jeff couldn't deny that it was… impressive, as much as he wanted to yank the guy's balls and slam his own cock inside. He wanted to. He could. This man Aaron was a civilian, right?

But…

His wife.

This was his wife he was talking about.

He had never seen her like this and quite honestly he wanted to keep seeing it.

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At this point, his ex-wife was barely capable of speech. It was the most awkward kind of silence for the husband, to watch this hung stud absolutely plow your girl's shit.

"Damn, White Lightning really be different," Jeff joked out of depravity. "You're really giving it to her, man."

Aaron did not even look over. "Thanks. She's a hell of a woman. Takes it like a champ."

"Damn right she is," Jeff agreed, his eyes locked on Lynn's writhing form. "She deserves the best. After this, we'll—"

"CMSSHIIIING~!"

He was being ignored.

Lynn's moans grew louder, more desperate. "Pweeasse, Aaron! Pleasshh, I need itsshhk! I needsssh you to cmmshkk in meeee!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Jefferson sprung forward. "C-cum inside? Lynn, you can't—!"

"It's the lady's decision, not yours," Aaron chided politely. He stopped, half his cock not inside, letting her breathe and speak. "So. You want it inside?"

"Yes! Yes, please! Fill me up!"

He didn't move yet Lynn screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her.

"W-wait, hold on, Lynn. A-Aaron, you too—!"

Too little, too late.

Aaron's hips stuttered, his cock pulsing inside her as he finally let go. His cum erupted into her pussy, hot and thick, filling her to the brim. He slammed into her, reaching her womb, and the ex-wife of Black Lightning felt every pulse, every spurt of White Lightning.

Aaron slumped over her. Lynn wanted to hug him as he came. It wasn't a matter of preference, it was what the woman wanted.

The black husband just…stood there, watching this man empty his balls inside his highschool sweetheart.

Aaron's cock was buried deep, deep inside her, his cum leaking out around her hole. Lynn's body was limp, her legs finally down on the mattress.

He pulled. Lynn tried to recover from the intensity of their encounter.

Except when cock flung out, he sprayed a huge load on her tits and face too.

It makes sense—she wasn't used to a proper facial. Not from her one and only love, Jefferson. Jefferson would need to go for months without cumming to maybe have the chance to dribble out a tenth of this.

Cum bubbled out of her pussy. More cum in that one creampie that the totality of her marriage with her black husband. A black pussy that once belonged to Black Lightning, now struck by White Lightning.

Legs shaking, Jefferson approaching his ruined ex-wife. His eyes roamed over Lynn's flushed, trembling ebony figure. "Y-you good, Lynn?" he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern.

Lynn could barely muster the energy to respond. Her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, her pussy still thinking the BWC was inside. "I… I…" she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I've… never… oh God…"

Jefferson was speechless. His eyes went for the cock responsible. With the light shining on the glossy white schlong, oh yeah, he felt it. The aura. The dominance.

This white man fucked his wife like nobody else or ever would. "White Lightning. Jesus Christ…"

Lynn's eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off into a state of pure, blissful exhaustion. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for letting me have this, Jeff."

"H-huh?" Jefferson snapped over. "W-what was that? Lynn? Honey?" He tried to shake her awake but, well, she was way too deep.

Aaron was sitting on the bed, cock laid out and a knee raised. "You're welcome."

"W-wait, you think, uh…you think she'll marry me after this? W-was that…?"

Aaron gave a shrug. He read her mind, it was more of a heat of the moment thing. But if Jefferson believed in her, then why not.

"You're the goat, man!" Jefferson was excited. "Really! I mean, I tried everything, you know! Expensive hotels, e-even meeting Superman! Nothing got her to get back to me!"

Blink, blink.

"Although…" His eyes drifted to the mega cock. "...she might…fuck, she might ask for an open relationship, huh?"

You think?

Jefferson was pitching a tent while Aaron was semi-flaccid. Aaron still had the bigger cock. He put miles of cock in Black Lightning's ex-wife in a single hour.

"I'm going to get going," Aaron said, jumping off the bed. "I hope all the paperwork is okay?"

"Y-yeah, don't worry, I'll, uhh…" Jefferson glanced at his ex-wife's stuffed pussy. "I'll get it sorted."

Click. The door closed behind Aaron.