Once Is Not Enough BY LENNY I'd like to tell you about my education of what a real man's cock can do to a woman. My name's Mary, and I am 28. Bob, my husband, is nearly 33. We were married on his 27th birthday, and I was a virgin until our wedding night. I am 5' 6'' tall with a 34- 22-34, lean figure, shoulder length blonde hair and long, shapely legs. He finds me so beautiful that he considers himself very lucky to have me as his wife. Often, he makes me slightly embarrassed in front of our friends when he openly declares me the most attractive woman in the world.
I work in the registrar office at NYU where Bob is an associate professor. His field is economics. He often, tells his colleagues that he is all for free enterprise, and hates monopoly of every type where it threatens the competition.
Although I didn't had any complaints about our sex life, I was in no position to make a comparison, and whether I could expect better. It was Bob who brought up the subject first.
After our usual lovemaking session on that Saturday night, he asked me if I found happiness in our marriage. I told him that I had been very happy and thanked God everyday to have such a wonderful husband. But... I was not sure I had had an orgasm in my life until then.
"There must me something wrong with me. I just don't understand why the girls at the office think sex is such a big deal. All they ever talk about is how great their orgasms feel and how many orgasms they have per session." I went on to say that one woman in particular, Nicole, always talked about how good her husband Val was in bed. Nicole and Val are couple of years older couple who live in our neighborhood. Val is a professor at the university and we often get together and attended same parties. My husband suggested to me that I should have a word with Nicole and see if she could help in any way. I just told him not to be silly.
One day, during our girlie gossip, Nicole boasted that her husband has one of the biggest penises she heard or read about. It was supposed to be 9 inches in its fully erect state. I didn't know what Bob's measurement was, but it was quite small, barely filling my vagina when we made love.
When I returned home, Bob was in the kitchen, preparing our dinner. After, taking off my clothes, I put on my shirt and blue jeans and joining him, carrying plates and glasses to the table.
"How was your day?" He inquired.
"Oh, it was all right. We went through all alumni records, looking for a certain pattern of qualification. Dean of Sociology requested it. I think, we will be busy throughout the week. Maybe I'll work on Saturday too.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I was just planning to take you to Atlanta, and even some amorous weekend together." He made a face.
"Oh, darling, I can work overtime and try to finish until Friday night."
"If you are sure, you can finish before Saturday, let me make reservations first thing tomorrow morning."
Then, we ate silently.
After dinner we sat in our big couch, in front of the fireplace, watched burning logs. I asked him how large his penis was. Bob said that he didn't know. He said he never had any problems with his manhood and thought its size mattered to me. But I was persistent.
"Let's measure it and find out," I said.
"Why are you so interested in my penis size?" He asked.
"Today, at the office, Nicole revealed to us that her husband's measures 9 inches.
I got out of the couch and found my tape measure. I kneeled in front of him and asked him to let me see his cock. He opened his fly, motioning me to his crotch. I took his penis out and stroked it with my hand to get it hard. I then carefully measured his cock's length and circumference.
"Well, your cock is barely 7'' long and 4,1/2' around. But Nicole said that Val's cock was 9'' long and 6'' around. That's 30 percent bigger than yours. It can't really be that big, can it?"
"Nicole must be wrong, or she's making it up."
"Nicole was very definite about its size and said that was why she had such a great sex life, and, anyway why should she lie?"
"I don't know, maybe she wanted to make other girls in the office a little jealous."
I put his penis back in his pants, and pulled up the tap of his zipper. I sat on the couch, put my head on his shoulder. We sat there silently for a while.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm more confused now," I said with a sigh.
"Why's that?"
"I wonder what it would be like to have a big cock like Val's up inside me. Nicole says it's incredible to feel it filling and stretching her pussy." I was kind of envious and horny.
"But my penis is not below average size and always I have tried to be unselfish during our love making."
"I know darling, but, lately I was wondering what it'd be like to have a really big cock inside my pussy. I'm sorry if I've hurted your feelings. I still can't take it out of my head."
"You're certainly hurting me, Mary. All of a sudden, you began to talk like a... a..." He couldn't find the right word for my indecent fantasy.
"A slut?"
"You know, I didn't mean that." He snapped.
"I wish, you had a bigger cock."
"Mary, do you want to sleep with another man?"
"Actually, no. But you always insisted that a person should make her or his own choice without limited by boundaries artificially inflicted on her. You are against monopolies. You advocate free competition."
"Mary, Mary... This is going out of hand."
"You recommend unjust competition must be avoided at every aspect of our social life, and deny my right to look for a better cock?" I knew, I looked cruel.
"Oh my God! You must be ashamed of yourself to talk like that."
"I'm just being honest." I continued. "You've never asked if I experienced an orgasm. Let me tell you: Never."
"I thought you've loved me." Bob seemed quite broken.
"I love you, and I'll always will. But this has got nothing to do with love. I just want to have a man with a big cock to fuck me." After that said, we didn't talk any further.
On the following day, in the morning, Bob finally spoke breaking the long silence.
"OK Mary. I guess you're right. Here is my suggestion: This weekend I'll go to Atlanta alone, you can think it over and if you really want to do it, go out and find yourself a man. But only for once, I give my consent, you may sleep with another man and have the chance to make a comparison."
"I can not promise you, to keep it as a one time affair. Let me put it this way, if I go to bed with another man and find it very pleasing, we would have a divorce, and each of us would go to our separate ways. If it turns out to be unsatisfactory, I'll drop the subject, none of us would mention it afterwards. Fair enough?" "Yeah. Fair enough." He agreed.
On the following Saturday, My husband left early in the morning giving me light kiss on the cheek.
Throughout the day I was alone at home.
I stripped and went to our bedroom to examine my looks on the mirror. Yes. I was a beautiful young woman. What was lacking in my safe and secure life was sex. Or sexual satisfaction I thought.
I had to take the reins in my hand and reroute my way in the life.
I gazed dreamily to my reflection in the mirror. A centerfold's figure, medium size breasts with rose colored nipples pointing upwards, a small waist just above the shapely round hips, long slender legs, a white skin without any blemishes was just in front of my eyes. And that was me!
I had made up my mind. That was the night I was going to sleep with another man.
I prepared myself accordingly, a short revealing dress with nothing else underneath except my silk panties.
Before going out I admired myself in front of the mirror, a long legged, lean figure, properly round at the right places. Most of my thighs were exposed, and with low cut cleavage you could see most of my breasts, my nipples barely covered.
I drove to a bar in our vicinity which is a well known spot where singles meet for one night stands, no questions asked, no promises given, no commitments made.
Entering the bar, I walked to a empty stool, ordered a bourbon. The room was already getting crowded with people, singles looking for other singles, pairs talking intimately trying to finish their drinks and living hand in hand. While slowly sipping my drink, there was a light touch on my shoulder.
"Hi, I've never seen you here before."
I turned my head and looked into the eyes of this handsome young man. I slightly recognized him from the campus, but didn't know his name. He was a professor in the business school. And, he was black!
"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I've seen you in the university, but I don't know your name..."
"Jeff... Jefferson Williams Jr. And you are Mary Goodman, most beautiful girl in the registrar office... even on the campus." He smiled, showing his white teeth.
"Well, thank you. I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced formally before."
"I know your husband, too. Professor Goodman."
"Would you join me for a drink?" I offered.
"Of course. Who wouldn't?" He sat next to me.
"Bartender, please refill my glass." Turning to him. "What will be yours?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must be the one to fetch the drinks." He asked the bartender: "Please give us two bourbons."
After we sipped our glasses empty, he asked me.
"How come a nice girl like you comes to a place like this?"
"What is wrong with this place?"
"Well, usually people who look for an illicit affair come here, or so I heard."
"Is that why you're here?" I laughed.
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"Oh?"
"Mary, would you like go to bed with me tonight?" He asked straight.
"Wow. You are so fast. I don't know." I giggled, the bourbon was taking effect.
"Come on Mary. Let's not lose time. My wife is away with the kids. My balls are bursting." He was outrageously open.
"What do you think I am? Some easy lay? Or a whore?"
"Look honey, I don't want to spend time with unnecessary preliminaries. If you want to fuck, let's fuck; if you don't, let's forget we have ever met and split." He talked very sure of himself.
I was speechless, for a while considering alternatives. I had prepared my conscience to find myself a bed partner for one night. I had never had a black man as a friend before, let alone to commit my first adultery with.
He started to leave.
"Please stay...Jeff." I called after him.
"Changed your mind?" He turned around.
"Please Jeff. Don't go. I'm sorry, this is a first time for me." He came and sat next to me, smiling.
"You wouldn't guess what you had been missing"
"What?"
"That I'm hung like a horse and my cock measures 10 inches." He whispered into my ear.
"Oh my God. You are so straight-forward."
"We have only couple of hours to be together. I have to advertise, convince, sell and deliver in such a short time."
"I guess you're right. Why don't you take all the initiative from now on, and take me to any place you want and do as you wish with me." I surrendered.
He took me to a motel.
He wanted me to make a slow striptease. He sat on a couch in the corner and watched me. He put the radio on and tuned to a slow romantic music. I turned off all the lights except one, came in front of him slowly swaying my hips.
I'm not a professional dancer and never took any dance lessons before. Nevertheless, the cosy atmosphere in the room, my amorous mood made me perform well enough for his pleasure, I believed.
First, I kicked off my high heel shoes. I danced just in front of him, slowly, reaching my back and finding the tab of the zipper. I took my time to open the zipper, always keeping my swaying movements. Then I lowered the hem of my dress teasingly, exposing my breasts, then my belly.
I slowly turned, continuing my dance figures and showed him my ass. While my back was to him I got rid of my panties, picked them up from the floor. I presented him my panties, smiling sexily. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling my pussy fragrance.
I laughed and kept on dancing, stark naked. It made me feel so nasty and hot. Warm juices started oozing out of my pussy. I rubbed my clit right in front of this black man, while he kept on cheering me.
Finally, Jeff made me stop. He undressed. For the first time in my life I saw a big cock. And it was hard and ready to fuck me.
We got rid of the covers on the bed and laid on our sides, facing each other. "What will you do to me?" I asked sexily.
"You are the first white woman in bed with me. First I'll explore your white pussy with my tongue, and compare it to my woman's black hole. I'll taste your juices, and see if all my black friends' said is true, that a white pussy juice is better. Then, I will lick your nipples, bite your breasts to leave some marks on them for you to show your husband tomorrow. In the end, I'll fuck you at least three times in your white pussy."
He touched my pussy, stroking its lips, inserting his index finger in. He put me on my back. He came over me. Starting at my heaving chest, he teasingly worked his way down my body, planting little kisses everywhere he went. He completely bypassed my crotch as he worked his way down my legs to my feet and back up again. As he approached my slit, he stuck out his tongue and lightly fluttered it over the opening. My legs opened in order to allow him access to my most private part. As he positioned himself between my legs he placed his thumbs on the lips of my pussy and spread them apart to see the inner folds. He found the tiny button of my clitoris and flicked his tongue so gently over it. My hips involuntarily convulsed as I tried to push my pussy right up into his mouth. He held me down.
"Relax, baby. The best is yet to come."
"Oh, Jeff. You're so sweet." I moaned.
He went back to his oral work while at the same time inserting his finger into my vagina. He gently took my clitoris between his lips and I silently screamed in my ecstasy. Then he did something that I had never felt before. He started to give me small bites on my most sensitive spot. I couldn't believe the feeling of the pleasure mixed with pain and came almost immediately while bucked my hips uncontrollably. Even after my orgasm, he didn't stop his bites until I experienced my second orgasm of the night. As my orgasm subsided, he worked his way up my body to see the reaction on my face to his special treatment.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, it was great. When will you fuck me?"
"Patience, baby." He kissed me on the lips. I tasted my pussy flavor on his tongue.
"How do you like my taste?"
"Great. Your pussy is sweeter than my wife's."
"I'm glad you like it. Will you let me drink your come?"
"Of course baby."
He lowered himself to put his mouth on my breasts. First he worked on my right one completely ignoring the left. He sucked on my nipple, massaging the entire breast as if to bring out milk from it. Than he bit just under my nipple causing me a sharp unexpected pain. I didn't voice a complaint, so he went on to suck on my nipple again. From time to time he bit my right breast on different spots, leaving his teeth marks, then resumed to suck on the nipple.
After a while my breast was completely covered with bruises and sore, he asked me if I wanted the same treatment on my left breast.
"Yes, yes, darling do the same on the other one." I was breathless.
When my left breast was ruined so pleasantly, I almost came. All it took was a little stroking my clit to set me off for the third time.
Once I was able to catch my breath, I knew that I had to repay him for the joy that he had brought to me. I reached down to feel the hardness between his legs and knew what I was going to do. I pressed my lips to his chest and returned the favor of the attention he had paid to my breasts. During that time I gave him small bites on his hard muscular body as I began to play with his big black cock. I started to administer light kisses all over his body. I told him to lay face down. Leaning over him so that my sore breasts hung down, I started rubbing my tender mounds all over his body starting at his back and working my way down. As I reached the region of his ass, I could see cheeks twitching in anticipation of what was to come. I bit mercilessly on his buttocks.
"Oh, Mary, you're marvelous." He whimpered.
"This'll serve you well." I teased him.
Then, I ordered him to turn over and I took his cock into one hand and cuddling his balls with the other, I slowly began moving my hand in an up and down motion, slowly lowering my mouth to his big black member. I stuck out my tongue and lightly flicked it over the tip. I licked the tiny drop of pre-come, smacking my lips and continued my tongue movements, covering all of his manhood with my saliva. I slowly worked my way down the underside until I reached the sack that contained his big manly eggs. I wrapped my wet lips around the right one and gently suckled it in my mouth. After a while I switched to the left one. I continued this back and forth motion for about ten minutes. Leaving his balls I worked my way back up the underside of his cock until I reached the fireman's helmet. Slowly I worked my lips over the head and started down the black hose. I gradually took more and more of him into my mouth and throat. When I reached bottom, I started a steady up and down motion while continuing to play with his nuts. When I could feel the beginnings of his orgasm boiling up in his balls I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock As he moaned out his pending orgasm I quickly climbed on top of him squatted on his loins to have him inside my slick vagina. When I felt the tip of his cock touched the opening of my uterus he started to come. He filled me with his semen which was meant to make a woman pregnant with a black baby. The thought made me shudder with an intense orgasm I had ever had until that time.
As our orgasms subsided, we laid together on the bed resting.
"Jeff, would you like this to turn into a permanent affair?" I suggested.
"Hmm. That's a good idea." He murmured.
"I want to be your mistress... if you want me, of course."
"What about your husband?" He inquired.
"I'll be married to him, but I could come to you whenever you wish."
"And I'm a married man too. I should have Claire's... my wife's permission to keep on seeing you."
"Have you got your wife's permission to go to bed with another woman tonight?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. She knows that I would be looking for a one-night-stand when she was away at her parents. She accepts and approves my need to fool around from time to time as long as it doesn't threaten our marriage."
"Do you thing she would concede your having me as your mistress."
"I don't know. She is not a jealous type, but let's see."
"What if she doesn't want you to continue.?"
"Look, Mary. I love my wife. I have two kids. Those are my priorities."
"I see."
He climbed over me. We kissed passionately. He promised that the rest of the night would be just as enjoyable.
As our arousal reached a peak, we knew that it was time to pick up where we had left off. He slowly reached over and cupped my breast as I reached down for his manhood. When he reached the junction of my legs, he could feel the wetness waiting for him to enter my. I pulled him over on top of me and reached down between our bodies. As I guided his erection into my waiting hole I spread my legs as wide as I could to accept him. He slowly inserted his cock into my sopping wet pussy and proceeded to administer strokes according to my needs. After about 30 strokes, he removed himself from me and told me to turn over. I looked at him with a worried expression until he assured me that he wanted to fuck me doggy style. As I turned over and got up onto my hands and knees, he reached over for my hips. He wrapped his big hands around my waist to hold onto while he entered me from behind and proceeded to slide his cock up into my wetness once again. As our bodies came together, he held onto my waist as if he was riding a horse. Then, he reached down under my body and surrounded each of my tits with a hand. He brought my body up so that only my knees were on the bed. Moving one hand down my body, he began playing with my love button until I bucked back against him and shouted out my orgasm.
Once I had calmed down a little bit, he withdrew himself from me and laid down on the bed. Grabbing me by the waist and bringing me over his body, he told me that he wanted me on the top so that he could suck on my sore mounds while we made love. He told me that this was his favorite position because it allowed him to see as well as touch and suck my tits while he loved me and also to watch the different expressions on my face during the different stages of our lovemaking. I gently lowered my body over his tool with long, slow strokes in order to make the experience last. I ground my pelvic bone against his at the completion of each down stroke in order to cause friction on my clitoris. Then I started doing something that I believed he found to be extremely enjoyable. I placed my feet flat on the mattress and rose about half way up his rigid member, and started moving my soaking wet hole around in circles. Finally, he could stand it no more and told me that he was going to shoot his come into my cunt. He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me against him as we experienced the ultimate simultaneous orgasm.
As I collapsed onto his body our lips met and during the ensuing tongue battle, I told him how good I felt. We fell asleep in this position and when we awoke we couldn't decide whether to start again right then or to continue our games at a later time. However, looking at the clock and seeing what time it was, made the decision for us. It was time for him to go to the airport to meet his ******. Being the happily married man did not give him the ability to make up a lousy excuse to stay with me couple of hours more.
We both decided to continue our relationship in the future provided that he could get his wife's permission.
Bob returned on Sunday night, finding me laying on bed, glowing with satisfaction.
"Mary, what happened? Did you go through with your plan?"
"Yes."
"You mean, you've finally did it?"
"Yes."
"All right, let's talk about it in the morning."
"Good idea." I snapped back.
He slipped into the bed. We laid awake for a long time, speechless. Then, the phone rang. Bob picked it up. It was Jeff.
"It is someone, Jeff. He wants to talk to you." He handed me the phone.
"Hi, Mary. This is Jeff."
"Hi, Jeff. What's up?"
"I talked to my wife. She okays our affair. Sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I couldn't wait."
"I'm so happy to hear that, Can we meet tomorrow?" I was relieved to hear the good news.
"I'll call you at the office tomorrow. Bye now."
"Bye."
After a while, My husband asked who the hell Jeff was.
"He is my lover." I answered.
"Your lover? I let you alone for the weekend and you acquired a lover!"
"I found a real man. A man who made me come countless times in a night."
"I can't believe you."
"Whether you believed it or not, he was fantastic. He had a cock 10 inches long, he fucked me to multiple orgasms last night and from now on I want to be his mistress, no matter what."
"I don't want to lose you, Mary. Please be reasonable."
"I'm reasonable. I had to be crazy if I gave up his big black cock for your little tool."
"Black cock? You mean you fucked a black man?"
"Yes indeed. He was a black. I'll keep on enjoying his wonderful cock whether you divorce me or not."
"Oh my God." He almost cried. "What will happen to me? Will you let me make love to you? I don't want to lose you."
He came over to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back.
"I'll stay to be your wife, but at the same time I'll be his mistress too. Whenever he calls me I'll run to him, other times I'll be with you as your wife."
"May I make love to you now?" He whimpered.
"Yes." I kissed him again. "Don't sulk. Remember, you were the one to advise others the virtue of free competition. Now you have a worthy opponent over my body. Let's see who will be better in the future."
I took off my nightie and we began to make love. In the semidarkness of our bedroom, it didn't take long for Bob to discover the bruises on my breasts.
"What happened to your breasts?"
"My lover did that." I explained. "He bit me, and I found it very pleasant."
"I hope, they recover soon." He licked my breasts.
"Bob, you should get to used to the idea that Jeff could do anything to me, and you have to be contented with whatever is left to you."
"OK. Honey."
At that point, he entered me and we began to fuck.
"Do you want me to describe you how he fucked me last night?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Well, he has a big black cock which he knows how to use to make a woman happy."
"Is his cock really bigger than mine?"
"Yes. Much bigger. 50 percent bigger, in your own language."
"Is it thick?"
"Hmm. As thick as my wrists."
"How about his balls?"
"He has huge balls. He had come two times in my pussy, I bet he had lots of semen left in them to fuck his wife when she returned."
"Did you drink his semen?"
"Not exactly, he ejaculated into my pussy. I tasted his pre-come on his cock, but, of course that doesn't count. Next time I'll have him come in my mouth."
"Do you want him to make you pregnant?"
"Oh, yes. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know. What would we tell our friends or our folks? You're having a black baby. But sure it is kinky, and gives me thrills."
"To hell with whatever everybody thinks. I think I'm going to have his baby. I'll go around and declare that a real man fucks me, being a black man, his baby surely must be black. And that's that."
"Oh, Mary. you are so sexy." He kept on pumping me with his rather small dick. Although I wasn't filled completely, with the help of our dirty talk I finally reached my orgasm simultaneously as my husband withdraw his cock and sprayed my belly with his semen.
"I'd better not come inside you." He explained he was making sure not to impregnate me accidentally. I thanked him. Kissing and fondling we went to sleep together.
In the end, Bob had consented to remain as my husband, and he wouldn't interfere with my outgoing affair with Jeff.
Now I'm Jeff's white mistress, and planning to have a baby from my black lover.
End of Story
October 1997
I work in the registrar office at NYU where Bob is an associate professor. His field is economics. He often, tells his colleagues that he is all for free enterprise, and hates monopoly of every type where it threatens the competition.
Although I didn't had any complaints about our sex life, I was in no position to make a comparison, and whether I could expect better. It was Bob who brought up the subject first.
After our usual lovemaking session on that Saturday night, he asked me if I found happiness in our marriage. I told him that I had been very happy and thanked God everyday to have such a wonderful husband. But... I was not sure I had had an orgasm in my life until then.
"There must me something wrong with me. I just don't understand why the girls at the office think sex is such a big deal. All they ever talk about is how great their orgasms feel and how many orgasms they have per session." I went on to say that one woman in particular, Nicole, always talked about how good her husband Val was in bed. Nicole and Val are couple of years older couple who live in our neighborhood. Val is a professor at the university and we often get together and attended same parties. My husband suggested to me that I should have a word with Nicole and see if she could help in any way. I just told him not to be silly.
One day, during our girlie gossip, Nicole boasted that her husband has one of the biggest penises she heard or read about. It was supposed to be 9 inches in its fully erect state. I didn't know what Bob's measurement was, but it was quite small, barely filling my vagina when we made love.
When I returned home, Bob was in the kitchen, preparing our dinner. After, taking off my clothes, I put on my shirt and blue jeans and joining him, carrying plates and glasses to the table.
"How was your day?" He inquired.
"Oh, it was all right. We went through all alumni records, looking for a certain pattern of qualification. Dean of Sociology requested it. I think, we will be busy throughout the week. Maybe I'll work on Saturday too.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I was just planning to take you to Atlanta, and even some amorous weekend together." He made a face.
"Oh, darling, I can work overtime and try to finish until Friday night."
"If you are sure, you can finish before Saturday, let me make reservations first thing tomorrow morning."
Then, we ate silently.
After dinner we sat in our big couch, in front of the fireplace, watched burning logs. I asked him how large his penis was. Bob said that he didn't know. He said he never had any problems with his manhood and thought its size mattered to me. But I was persistent.
"Let's measure it and find out," I said.
"Why are you so interested in my penis size?" He asked.
"Today, at the office, Nicole revealed to us that her husband's measures 9 inches.
I got out of the couch and found my tape measure. I kneeled in front of him and asked him to let me see his cock. He opened his fly, motioning me to his crotch. I took his penis out and stroked it with my hand to get it hard. I then carefully measured his cock's length and circumference.
"Well, your cock is barely 7'' long and 4,1/2' around. But Nicole said that Val's cock was 9'' long and 6'' around. That's 30 percent bigger than yours. It can't really be that big, can it?"
"Nicole must be wrong, or she's making it up."
"Nicole was very definite about its size and said that was why she had such a great sex life, and, anyway why should she lie?"
"I don't know, maybe she wanted to make other girls in the office a little jealous."
I put his penis back in his pants, and pulled up the tap of his zipper. I sat on the couch, put my head on his shoulder. We sat there silently for a while.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm more confused now," I said with a sigh.
"Why's that?"
"I wonder what it would be like to have a big cock like Val's up inside me. Nicole says it's incredible to feel it filling and stretching her pussy." I was kind of envious and horny.
"But my penis is not below average size and always I have tried to be unselfish during our love making."
"I know darling, but, lately I was wondering what it'd be like to have a really big cock inside my pussy. I'm sorry if I've hurted your feelings. I still can't take it out of my head."
"You're certainly hurting me, Mary. All of a sudden, you began to talk like a... a..." He couldn't find the right word for my indecent fantasy.
"A slut?"
"You know, I didn't mean that." He snapped.
"I wish, you had a bigger cock."
"Mary, do you want to sleep with another man?"
"Actually, no. But you always insisted that a person should make her or his own choice without limited by boundaries artificially inflicted on her. You are against monopolies. You advocate free competition."
"Mary, Mary... This is going out of hand."
"You recommend unjust competition must be avoided at every aspect of our social life, and deny my right to look for a better cock?" I knew, I looked cruel.
"Oh my God! You must be ashamed of yourself to talk like that."
"I'm just being honest." I continued. "You've never asked if I experienced an orgasm. Let me tell you: Never."
"I thought you've loved me." Bob seemed quite broken.
"I love you, and I'll always will. But this has got nothing to do with love. I just want to have a man with a big cock to fuck me." After that said, we didn't talk any further.
On the following day, in the morning, Bob finally spoke breaking the long silence.
"OK Mary. I guess you're right. Here is my suggestion: This weekend I'll go to Atlanta alone, you can think it over and if you really want to do it, go out and find yourself a man. But only for once, I give my consent, you may sleep with another man and have the chance to make a comparison."
"I can not promise you, to keep it as a one time affair. Let me put it this way, if I go to bed with another man and find it very pleasing, we would have a divorce, and each of us would go to our separate ways. If it turns out to be unsatisfactory, I'll drop the subject, none of us would mention it afterwards. Fair enough?" "Yeah. Fair enough." He agreed.
On the following Saturday, My husband left early in the morning giving me light kiss on the cheek.
Throughout the day I was alone at home.
I stripped and went to our bedroom to examine my looks on the mirror. Yes. I was a beautiful young woman. What was lacking in my safe and secure life was sex. Or sexual satisfaction I thought.
I had to take the reins in my hand and reroute my way in the life.
I gazed dreamily to my reflection in the mirror. A centerfold's figure, medium size breasts with rose colored nipples pointing upwards, a small waist just above the shapely round hips, long slender legs, a white skin without any blemishes was just in front of my eyes. And that was me!
I had made up my mind. That was the night I was going to sleep with another man.
I prepared myself accordingly, a short revealing dress with nothing else underneath except my silk panties.
Before going out I admired myself in front of the mirror, a long legged, lean figure, properly round at the right places. Most of my thighs were exposed, and with low cut cleavage you could see most of my breasts, my nipples barely covered.
I drove to a bar in our vicinity which is a well known spot where singles meet for one night stands, no questions asked, no promises given, no commitments made.
Entering the bar, I walked to a empty stool, ordered a bourbon. The room was already getting crowded with people, singles looking for other singles, pairs talking intimately trying to finish their drinks and living hand in hand. While slowly sipping my drink, there was a light touch on my shoulder.
"Hi, I've never seen you here before."
I turned my head and looked into the eyes of this handsome young man. I slightly recognized him from the campus, but didn't know his name. He was a professor in the business school. And, he was black!
"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I've seen you in the university, but I don't know your name..."
"Jeff... Jefferson Williams Jr. And you are Mary Goodman, most beautiful girl in the registrar office... even on the campus." He smiled, showing his white teeth.
"Well, thank you. I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced formally before."
"I know your husband, too. Professor Goodman."
"Would you join me for a drink?" I offered.
"Of course. Who wouldn't?" He sat next to me.
"Bartender, please refill my glass." Turning to him. "What will be yours?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must be the one to fetch the drinks." He asked the bartender: "Please give us two bourbons."
After we sipped our glasses empty, he asked me.
"How come a nice girl like you comes to a place like this?"
"What is wrong with this place?"
"Well, usually people who look for an illicit affair come here, or so I heard."
"Is that why you're here?" I laughed.
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"Oh?"
"Mary, would you like go to bed with me tonight?" He asked straight.
"Wow. You are so fast. I don't know." I giggled, the bourbon was taking effect.
"Come on Mary. Let's not lose time. My wife is away with the kids. My balls are bursting." He was outrageously open.
"What do you think I am? Some easy lay? Or a whore?"
"Look honey, I don't want to spend time with unnecessary preliminaries. If you want to fuck, let's fuck; if you don't, let's forget we have ever met and split." He talked very sure of himself.
I was speechless, for a while considering alternatives. I had prepared my conscience to find myself a bed partner for one night. I had never had a black man as a friend before, let alone to commit my first adultery with.
He started to leave.
"Please stay...Jeff." I called after him.
"Changed your mind?" He turned around.
"Please Jeff. Don't go. I'm sorry, this is a first time for me." He came and sat next to me, smiling.
"You wouldn't guess what you had been missing"
"What?"
"That I'm hung like a horse and my cock measures 10 inches." He whispered into my ear.
"Oh my God. You are so straight-forward."
"We have only couple of hours to be together. I have to advertise, convince, sell and deliver in such a short time."
"I guess you're right. Why don't you take all the initiative from now on, and take me to any place you want and do as you wish with me." I surrendered.
He took me to a motel.
He wanted me to make a slow striptease. He sat on a couch in the corner and watched me. He put the radio on and tuned to a slow romantic music. I turned off all the lights except one, came in front of him slowly swaying my hips.
I'm not a professional dancer and never took any dance lessons before. Nevertheless, the cosy atmosphere in the room, my amorous mood made me perform well enough for his pleasure, I believed.
First, I kicked off my high heel shoes. I danced just in front of him, slowly, reaching my back and finding the tab of the zipper. I took my time to open the zipper, always keeping my swaying movements. Then I lowered the hem of my dress teasingly, exposing my breasts, then my belly.
I slowly turned, continuing my dance figures and showed him my ass. While my back was to him I got rid of my panties, picked them up from the floor. I presented him my panties, smiling sexily. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling my pussy fragrance.
I laughed and kept on dancing, stark naked. It made me feel so nasty and hot. Warm juices started oozing out of my pussy. I rubbed my clit right in front of this black man, while he kept on cheering me.
Finally, Jeff made me stop. He undressed. For the first time in my life I saw a big cock. And it was hard and ready to fuck me.
We got rid of the covers on the bed and laid on our sides, facing each other. "What will you do to me?" I asked sexily.
"You are the first white woman in bed with me. First I'll explore your white pussy with my tongue, and compare it to my woman's black hole. I'll taste your juices, and see if all my black friends' said is true, that a white pussy juice is better. Then, I will lick your nipples, bite your breasts to leave some marks on them for you to show your husband tomorrow. In the end, I'll fuck you at least three times in your white pussy."
He touched my pussy, stroking its lips, inserting his index finger in. He put me on my back. He came over me. Starting at my heaving chest, he teasingly worked his way down my body, planting little kisses everywhere he went. He completely bypassed my crotch as he worked his way down my legs to my feet and back up again. As he approached my slit, he stuck out his tongue and lightly fluttered it over the opening. My legs opened in order to allow him access to my most private part. As he positioned himself between my legs he placed his thumbs on the lips of my pussy and spread them apart to see the inner folds. He found the tiny button of my clitoris and flicked his tongue so gently over it. My hips involuntarily convulsed as I tried to push my pussy right up into his mouth. He held me down.
"Relax, baby. The best is yet to come."
"Oh, Jeff. You're so sweet." I moaned.
He went back to his oral work while at the same time inserting his finger into my vagina. He gently took my clitoris between his lips and I silently screamed in my ecstasy. Then he did something that I had never felt before. He started to give me small bites on my most sensitive spot. I couldn't believe the feeling of the pleasure mixed with pain and came almost immediately while bucked my hips uncontrollably. Even after my orgasm, he didn't stop his bites until I experienced my second orgasm of the night. As my orgasm subsided, he worked his way up my body to see the reaction on my face to his special treatment.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, it was great. When will you fuck me?"
"Patience, baby." He kissed me on the lips. I tasted my pussy flavor on his tongue.
"How do you like my taste?"
"Great. Your pussy is sweeter than my wife's."
"I'm glad you like it. Will you let me drink your come?"
"Of course baby."
He lowered himself to put his mouth on my breasts. First he worked on my right one completely ignoring the left. He sucked on my nipple, massaging the entire breast as if to bring out milk from it. Than he bit just under my nipple causing me a sharp unexpected pain. I didn't voice a complaint, so he went on to suck on my nipple again. From time to time he bit my right breast on different spots, leaving his teeth marks, then resumed to suck on the nipple.
After a while my breast was completely covered with bruises and sore, he asked me if I wanted the same treatment on my left breast.
"Yes, yes, darling do the same on the other one." I was breathless.
When my left breast was ruined so pleasantly, I almost came. All it took was a little stroking my clit to set me off for the third time.
Once I was able to catch my breath, I knew that I had to repay him for the joy that he had brought to me. I reached down to feel the hardness between his legs and knew what I was going to do. I pressed my lips to his chest and returned the favor of the attention he had paid to my breasts. During that time I gave him small bites on his hard muscular body as I began to play with his big black cock. I started to administer light kisses all over his body. I told him to lay face down. Leaning over him so that my sore breasts hung down, I started rubbing my tender mounds all over his body starting at his back and working my way down. As I reached the region of his ass, I could see cheeks twitching in anticipation of what was to come. I bit mercilessly on his buttocks.
"Oh, Mary, you're marvelous." He whimpered.
"This'll serve you well." I teased him.
Then, I ordered him to turn over and I took his cock into one hand and cuddling his balls with the other, I slowly began moving my hand in an up and down motion, slowly lowering my mouth to his big black member. I stuck out my tongue and lightly flicked it over the tip. I licked the tiny drop of pre-come, smacking my lips and continued my tongue movements, covering all of his manhood with my saliva. I slowly worked my way down the underside until I reached the sack that contained his big manly eggs. I wrapped my wet lips around the right one and gently suckled it in my mouth. After a while I switched to the left one. I continued this back and forth motion for about ten minutes. Leaving his balls I worked my way back up the underside of his cock until I reached the fireman's helmet. Slowly I worked my lips over the head and started down the black hose. I gradually took more and more of him into my mouth and throat. When I reached bottom, I started a steady up and down motion while continuing to play with his nuts. When I could feel the beginnings of his orgasm boiling up in his balls I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock As he moaned out his pending orgasm I quickly climbed on top of him squatted on his loins to have him inside my slick vagina. When I felt the tip of his cock touched the opening of my uterus he started to come. He filled me with his semen which was meant to make a woman pregnant with a black baby. The thought made me shudder with an intense orgasm I had ever had until that time.
As our orgasms subsided, we laid together on the bed resting.
"Jeff, would you like this to turn into a permanent affair?" I suggested.
"Hmm. That's a good idea." He murmured.
"I want to be your mistress... if you want me, of course."
"What about your husband?" He inquired.
"I'll be married to him, but I could come to you whenever you wish."
"And I'm a married man too. I should have Claire's... my wife's permission to keep on seeing you."
"Have you got your wife's permission to go to bed with another woman tonight?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. She knows that I would be looking for a one-night-stand when she was away at her parents. She accepts and approves my need to fool around from time to time as long as it doesn't threaten our marriage."
"Do you thing she would concede your having me as your mistress."
"I don't know. She is not a jealous type, but let's see."
"What if she doesn't want you to continue.?"
"Look, Mary. I love my wife. I have two kids. Those are my priorities."
"I see."
He climbed over me. We kissed passionately. He promised that the rest of the night would be just as enjoyable.
As our arousal reached a peak, we knew that it was time to pick up where we had left off. He slowly reached over and cupped my breast as I reached down for his manhood. When he reached the junction of my legs, he could feel the wetness waiting for him to enter my. I pulled him over on top of me and reached down between our bodies. As I guided his erection into my waiting hole I spread my legs as wide as I could to accept him. He slowly inserted his cock into my sopping wet pussy and proceeded to administer strokes according to my needs. After about 30 strokes, he removed himself from me and told me to turn over. I looked at him with a worried expression until he assured me that he wanted to fuck me doggy style. As I turned over and got up onto my hands and knees, he reached over for my hips. He wrapped his big hands around my waist to hold onto while he entered me from behind and proceeded to slide his cock up into my wetness once again. As our bodies came together, he held onto my waist as if he was riding a horse. Then, he reached down under my body and surrounded each of my tits with a hand. He brought my body up so that only my knees were on the bed. Moving one hand down my body, he began playing with my love button until I bucked back against him and shouted out my orgasm.
Once I had calmed down a little bit, he withdrew himself from me and laid down on the bed. Grabbing me by the waist and bringing me over his body, he told me that he wanted me on the top so that he could suck on my sore mounds while we made love. He told me that this was his favorite position because it allowed him to see as well as touch and suck my tits while he loved me and also to watch the different expressions on my face during the different stages of our lovemaking. I gently lowered my body over his tool with long, slow strokes in order to make the experience last. I ground my pelvic bone against his at the completion of each down stroke in order to cause friction on my clitoris. Then I started doing something that I believed he found to be extremely enjoyable. I placed my feet flat on the mattress and rose about half way up his rigid member, and started moving my soaking wet hole around in circles. Finally, he could stand it no more and told me that he was going to shoot his come into my cunt. He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me against him as we experienced the ultimate simultaneous orgasm.
As I collapsed onto his body our lips met and during the ensuing tongue battle, I told him how good I felt. We fell asleep in this position and when we awoke we couldn't decide whether to start again right then or to continue our games at a later time. However, looking at the clock and seeing what time it was, made the decision for us. It was time for him to go to the airport to meet his ******. Being the happily married man did not give him the ability to make up a lousy excuse to stay with me couple of hours more.
We both decided to continue our relationship in the future provided that he could get his wife's permission.
Bob returned on Sunday night, finding me laying on bed, glowing with satisfaction.
"Mary, what happened? Did you go through with your plan?"
"Yes."
"You mean, you've finally did it?"
"Yes."
"All right, let's talk about it in the morning."
"Good idea." I snapped back.
He slipped into the bed. We laid awake for a long time, speechless. Then, the phone rang. Bob picked it up. It was Jeff.
"It is someone, Jeff. He wants to talk to you." He handed me the phone.
"Hi, Mary. This is Jeff."
"Hi, Jeff. What's up?"
"I talked to my wife. She okays our affair. Sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I couldn't wait."
"I'm so happy to hear that, Can we meet tomorrow?" I was relieved to hear the good news.
"I'll call you at the office tomorrow. Bye now."
"Bye."
After a while, My husband asked who the hell Jeff was.
"He is my lover." I answered.
"Your lover? I let you alone for the weekend and you acquired a lover!"
"I found a real man. A man who made me come countless times in a night."
"I can't believe you."
"Whether you believed it or not, he was fantastic. He had a cock 10 inches long, he fucked me to multiple orgasms last night and from now on I want to be his mistress, no matter what."
"I don't want to lose you, Mary. Please be reasonable."
"I'm reasonable. I had to be crazy if I gave up his big black cock for your little tool."
"Black cock? You mean you fucked a black man?"
"Yes indeed. He was a black. I'll keep on enjoying his wonderful cock whether you divorce me or not."
"Oh my God." He almost cried. "What will happen to me? Will you let me make love to you? I don't want to lose you."
He came over to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back.
"I'll stay to be your wife, but at the same time I'll be his mistress too. Whenever he calls me I'll run to him, other times I'll be with you as your wife."
"May I make love to you now?" He whimpered.
"Yes." I kissed him again. "Don't sulk. Remember, you were the one to advise others the virtue of free competition. Now you have a worthy opponent over my body. Let's see who will be better in the future."
I took off my nightie and we began to make love. In the semidarkness of our bedroom, it didn't take long for Bob to discover the bruises on my breasts.
"What happened to your breasts?"
"My lover did that." I explained. "He bit me, and I found it very pleasant."
"I hope, they recover soon." He licked my breasts.
"Bob, you should get to used to the idea that Jeff could do anything to me, and you have to be contented with whatever is left to you."
"OK. Honey."
At that point, he entered me and we began to fuck.
"Do you want me to describe you how he fucked me last night?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Well, he has a big black cock which he knows how to use to make a woman happy."
"Is his cock really bigger than mine?"
"Yes. Much bigger. 50 percent bigger, in your own language."
"Is it thick?"
"Hmm. As thick as my wrists."
"How about his balls?"
"He has huge balls. He had come two times in my pussy, I bet he had lots of semen left in them to fuck his wife when she returned."
"Did you drink his semen?"
"Not exactly, he ejaculated into my pussy. I tasted his pre-come on his cock, but, of course that doesn't count. Next time I'll have him come in my mouth."
"Do you want him to make you pregnant?"
"Oh, yes. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know. What would we tell our friends or our folks? You're having a black baby. But sure it is kinky, and gives me thrills."
"To hell with whatever everybody thinks. I think I'm going to have his baby. I'll go around and declare that a real man fucks me, being a black man, his baby surely must be black. And that's that."
"Oh, Mary. you are so sexy." He kept on pumping me with his rather small dick. Although I wasn't filled completely, with the help of our dirty talk I finally reached my orgasm simultaneously as my husband withdraw his cock and sprayed my belly with his semen.
"I'd better not come inside you." He explained he was making sure not to impregnate me accidentally. I thanked him. Kissing and fondling we went to sleep together.
In the end, Bob had consented to remain as my husband, and he wouldn't interfere with my outgoing affair with Jeff.
Now I'm Jeff's white mistress, and planning to have a baby from my black lover.
End of Story
October 1997
