Big Kelvin

The way Tank talked, she expected Kelvin to be a big man, which would have said something, Tank already being 6'8. So the next day, Elizabeth wore six inch heels, to be at 6'4, expecting to entertain a giant. Instead, when the door bell rang, she looked down, and down, and down further still. Kelvin was 4'11, and slender. It was obviously an oxymoron.

"You going to sit there gawking all day, or are you going to invite me in?" he asked sourly.

"I'm sorry, I was just expecting --"

"Someone bigger? Well, they call me Big Kelvin, because I've got a big brain and a big --"

"I can guess," Elizabeth said, mollified.

They watched BET and talked a bit. He was a good conversationalist. If this were a Mafia organization, Elizabeth decided, he'd be the consigliere. He'd grown up on the streets, and as slight as he was, had to rely upon his brains to keep him safe. Elizabeth, formerly being married to Douglas, knew the value of a good brain around the house.

When he took a break to piss, Elizabeth had to quench her curiosity. She trailed behind him, peeking in the doorframe while he stood over the toilet. Jesus, she thought. He wasn't lying. He had a fat 8.5 inch prick, with low hanging balls. Against his small frame, it looked almost obscene.

"Can't help yourself, can you?" he observed.

"I - I'm sorry," Elizabeth muttered.

"You've had me going all day, that round ass, those big tits. See how big and fat and hard you've made it?"

"Yes ..." Elizabeth purred.

"Lead me to the bedroom, bitch. The marital bed," he ordered. She wrapped her soft white hand around his cock, leading him upstairs, past the sleeping Xavier. He had her get on all fours, and then he almost climbed up her frame. His long fat black cock was lodged inside her, and his weight was almost completely on her back, his heels pressed against the footboard to get some leverage. He humped into her slowly, feeding her prick.

"You know, it could be like this," Kelvin whispered into her ear. "Just the two of us, fucking all day and night. Could be Tank. Could be the Twins. Could be the Boss."

"B-b-boss?" Elizabeth grunted.

"Mmmhm, maybe you'll meet him one day. You'd make a good white prize for me, you know. I bet the neighbors wouldn't be happy."

"Probably not," Elizabeth agreed, his deliberate style making her cum on his cock, milking it desperately.

"Needy ass white bitch," Kelvin muttered. "I might have to move in."

"Yeah ..." Elizabeth said dreamily.

She fell asleep with his cock buried inside her, her pussy leaking his seed, and his body still draped over hers, the white goddess and the diminutive thug.