My Neighbor- Ch. 3
For the three days following my tryst with Juwon, I could not get what had happened out of my mind. What was wrong with me? I was happily married, or at least I thought so. I was a loyal, devoted wife until Juwon had shown me what I was missing. My sex life had been satisfactory, or it was until Juwon put his big black cock in me and made me feel so very, very different. I was happy with my life, or I was until Juwon entered my life, and my body, showing me what I was missing. What was I going to do about all of this? How did I extricate myself from what was a perilous path of destruction? Destruction of my marriage, destruction of some close friendships, and destruction of my body. I was sweating the calendar, now. I should have started my period the day before, and I was now, in my mind, semi-officially late. Two more days and I would have to covertly take a pregnancy test because, at that point, I would be officially late, and I suspected, I would be pregnant with Juwon’s child. The last thought made me physically blanch.
I was ruminating on all of this as I lay out in my backyard, enjoying the warmth of the late morning, tanning and relaxing. Juwon and his ****** were supposed to be gone for the day, a day trip to a local, large and popular amusement park, with a very ******-oriented atmosphere. The last gasp, I was thinking, of the ****** before their son left for college in a couple of months. Of course, all of that would change, if Juwon made me pregnant. I was pondering all of this as I popped the strings on my bikini and decided to even up my tan and try and prevent some of my tan lines. Bikini set next to me, I had almost drowned myself in cocoanut butter tanning oil, eager to tan some and yet avoid being burned to a crisp. I had my earbuds in and listened to some soothing music, and generally just tried to relax, though my mind was not going to hear anything of relaxation.
Juwon, my husband Steve, cheating on my marital vows, or was it ****? I wasn’t sure on that score, either and I ran the whole series of events through my mind. The Fourth of July seduction and near-sexual conquest Juwon had started, to the events of the other night, where Juwon had successfully managed to get me into a vulnerable position and had his way with me. It happened, but what should I have done after? Cry ****? Destroy a ****** friendship? Destroy a young man’s future? Were the reported gossip stories about Juwon and the high school cheerleader actually true? He claimed no, and there was no evidence to decide either way, and students being students, everyone was fine with letting it drop. But since I was growing late in starting my period, I was growing ever fearful that there was now going to be undeniable evidence. The angst was twisting me in knots, and in general, making feel unwell.
As my mind went through all of this, I suddenly felt a touch on my thigh and I nearly screamed as I felt myself jumping out of my skin! I was in my backyard, safe, and yet vulnerably naked, and someone was touching me! What the Hell?
I reached for my bikini to cover myself as I sat up and fought with the bright sunshine to see who was there! It was Juwon…
“Juwon! What the Hell are you doing here?” I demanded. My tone was sharp and angry, even though I still sounded more like a snarling kitten than a dangerous woman.
He held up both hands in surrender, trying to smooth me over, and calm me, or at least to get me to stop shouting.
“Suzi, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He started. “I’m home alone, and I wanted to talk with you, but you didn’t answer your phone, so I thought I would come over.”
I was now putting on my bikini top first, as I was also trying to put my heart back into my chest.
“Then you should have waited…” I snarled, still a bit jumpy after being surprised as I was, with all of the swirling thoughts in my head. “We were lovers, yes, but that doesn’t give you any rights to my house!”
Inwardly I cringed. If I was pregnant by him, and wound up having his baby, then, indeed, he would suddenly have all sorts of rights to visitation.
“Now, where are your parents?”
“*** got a consultation down on the coast, and decided to make a weekend of it, so I stayed behind.” Juwon calmly answered.
By now, I was working on somehow putting on my bikini bottoms, though it was going to be impossible without standing up. Since Juwon was hovering over me, there was no way to prevent him from seeing me. Then it dawned on me, he was already as intimate with me as a man could get, so why was I trying to hide my body? I offered up a hand to him, and he took it and effortlessly helped me to my feet. I had to give him credit, he was deceptively strong, and could flex his muscles whenever suited him. Which he did the other night, my thoughts reminded me.
Standing before him, in all of my glory, I noticed his face grew quizzical, and he could not help but stare at my vulva, and tilt his head. He didn’t say anything, and it was slowly dawning on me. He had perhaps only been with a woman that one time, the other night, and like most men, was clueless about a woman’s anatomy. I looked back at him as his eyes were glued to my lower body.
“You really haven’t seen a naked woman before, have you?” I asked calmly, almost matronly.
He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
The old Juwon I knew was there, now. The virtuous, virgin Juwon was standing before me, looking at his first naked woman, and a white one at that. I stood there for a long moment, wondering how to handle this as he nearly gawked at me. Then I made a decision. Reaching out for his hand, I told him to follow me.
“But Mrs. An-… I mean, Suzi. Do you want to again?”
I could not help but smile. Oh, he, like most men, was so clueless about women!
“Juwon, let’s go inside and talk. We need to clear the air between us, and I think you need some help understanding women. Because right now, I don’t think you will ever figure it out on your own.”
Leading him inside my home, I took him into the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and tossed my bikini bottom on the counter top. After a moment’s hesitation, I also took off my top and tossed it with the bottoms.
“Thirsty?”
“Uhh, yes’m.”
I went to the fridge and made a point of bending at my waist as I reached into get a couple of cans of soda from the bottom, before rising and turning to him. Handing it out, with arm extended, I simply said to him “I’d bet money on the fact you have a raging hard-on.”
If his dark skin could blush, he would have been crimson-red. He was embarrassed and knew he was caught.
“I’m sorry.” He replied, confirming my easy guess.
“Juwon, I would have been worried if you didn’t have an erection.” I began. “But I also just learned something else about you. While you are exceptionally well-endowed, you also don’t know nearly enough to avoid hurting a girl with it.”
That look just dumbfounded him.
“Juwon…” I started out gently. “When a man and a woman mate, or make love, or whatever term you want to use, the man has to be careful, because when he has aroused his girl, she isn’t relaxed, it is quite the opposite. She is quite tense, and I mean everywhere, even inside. At least it is that way for me.” I began. “So let’s look at what happens when her breasts are relaxed, like mine now.”
I could not believe I was standing there, naked, before a handsome, powerful and virile black young man, but in the surreal-ness of the moment, I had my ‘teacher’ hat on, and I was going to give this man the best instruction I could on how to please a woman, before his cock killed someone. Right then, my nipples were soft, and my areolae were relaxed, for the most part. I hefted a breast to show him.
“Now, if they are teased, like this…” and I used a finger to circle my gum-drop sized bud, “or even pinch it carefully…” and I demonstrated how, “It makes a girl’s heart begin to beat faster, and her nipples will rise and get hard. Once they are hard, they become even more sensitive than they are now. So you have to be careful, and not use your fingers like a pair of pliers. If you hurt her, your girl will stop being aroused almost instantly, and you will either have to start over, if she is willing, or she will bail on you in a flash.”
Juwon was nodding in understanding.
“Every girl will be a little different, too, in what they like and what they don’t. For example, the things you did to me in the garage? You had me in your clutches. If it wasn’t for your mom, we would have had sex right then and there. You had me wanting you so badly, I had surrendered to you. But the other night? Well, you had me, but in a different way.”
The look on his face was priceless. He was absolutely bewildered when I was finished speaking.
“Don’t try and understand it, just accept it, for now. In time, with more experience, it will start to make sense. I just want to help you learn how to start getting that experience. Because, believe it or not, the other night, your cock was hurting me, in the beginning. That is why I took over.”
I don’t think I could have hurt him any more if I had stabbed him in the heart. The look on his face was just crushed, and I could tell he was thinking about leaving.
“I’m sorry. I... I…just needed…” he started to stammer.
I reached out to him, to hold his hand.
“Juwon, it is okay, we both learned from that experience. You are learning how to be careful, and I learned that despite how much you can hurt, I still wanted to do it with you. I wanted your cock inside me.”
That perked him up.
“You did?”
I needed to reassure him.
“Yep. Why else would I have guided your cock to my entrance? I dunno, maybe it was the curiosity of the other day, what could have happened, or what you would have felt like, or something else, maybe the setting. I dunno. But the other night was really special to me, and I will never forget it.” I smiled at him, a genuine, femininely happy smile.
“The setting?”
I nodded.
“Some women have an attraction to the dramatic. I do. So doing things that are risky, or somehow make me a damsel-in-distress are super-hot to me. Like being exposed to you the way I was. If I had been wearing jeans, there is no way we would have done it. But with my dress? The winds? You seeing me at my most-vulnerable and sexiest? I was doomed, and was making your job so much easier.”
The look on his face showed he was interested, and paying attention.
“And I’ll be honest here. You had me climax faster and harder than my husband can. You somehow made me feel like you are a better lover than he is…”
The look on his face was suddenly beaming and I could see his ego puffing up, right before my eyes.
“I just need to teach you how to be careful, before you get the reputation of the man whose cock is so big you hurt your girls.”
That brought him back down to Earth.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m guessing you are about 8 or nine inches or so long, are about this thick around.” I lifted my hand to demonstrate what I remembered his cock feeling like, about twice my husband’s girth, maybe an inch and three-quarter in diameter.
“A girl, in her resting state is only about this thick…” and I picked up a pen out of our pencil jar next to the notepad by the phone. “How deep a girl is just depends on each girl. For me, you filled me up to capacity, pretty much. I’m just glad I got you in the right hole, and that you were patient-enough to let me fit you in, so to speak.” I ended with a smile as I took in his bewildered look.
“Okay, so obviously you haven’t had the high-school biology class?”
He shook his head. “No, I got an exemption, so I could make football practice.”
Well that made sense, in away. I had seen him play a couple of times. He played defense and was able to, as my husband put it, ‘put the hurt on someone’ as a linebacker. I figured he was destined for bigger and better things after college, may be even the pros?
I smiled and approached him. “OK, time for a fast lesson in female anatomy. Now help me up.”
I reached my hands up to his shoulders and had him place his hands on my hips and he almost effortlessly hefted me up to sit on the kitchen counter, facing him. I placed my heels on the edge of the counter and parted my legs widely, looking at his eyes.
“If you ever tell anyone I am doing this for you, I will hurt you in new ways you have never imagined, are we clear?”
I had to smack him on the top of his head to get his attention, since he was almost hungrily looking at my vagina.
“Hey, I’m up here!” I chastised him, making a gesture to point to my eyes with two fingers.
“First rule, if you are sweet on a girl, never take your eyes off of hers, until she is ready for you to. If you ignore the person inside the body you want to fuck…” and he flinched when I spoke so brazenly… “She will close her legs so fast you won’t even blink. Never disrespect your girl, got it?” My tone was a tad harsh, but he needed to learn this lesson.
He looked up at me and nodded, chagrinned. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
Despite his apology, and I could tell he was struggling, he did manage to look me in the eyes until I let him gaze lower.
“Ok, so look at my crotch, and tell me what you see?”
He started to stammer, at first.
“I see… well… skin, and some hair, but not like some of the magazines my *** looks at.”
That was a revelation I was surprised to hear. I kept that information to myself, to be used later, if I ever needed it.
“What you see is a woman’s vagina, and her pubic hair. If you ever want to know if a woman dyes her hair, look down here, if you can. The hair down here is normally her natural color. I’ve never even heard of a woman who dyes down here.” I advised.
He needed simply. “Ok, that makes sense.”
I then slid my fingers from my naturally auburn pubic hair to my petals. “These are my labia, some will call them lips. They come in different varieties as well, and each woman is different. Some are small, some are very fleshy, and some are like mine, they are big enough to seal the deal, and yet not protrude so much to be obvious. Because of the size mine are, I don’t give a big cameltoe when wearing a G-string.”
“A what?”
“Never mind, I am not modeling my lingerie for you. Now, inside here are other things you need to know…”
I began to show him my inner labia, and my perineal region, before showing him my vaginal opening and where my urethra was. He was surprised to learn how small my vagina was, naturally.
“The other night, when you were trying to stick your cock in me, you were using that thing like a battering ram, and punching my labia to get inside me. That is painful. Labia are sensitive and can be used to help arouse a girl. So what you should be doing is using either your fingers, or your tongue, or even the tip of your cock, and sliding up and down along them, to further arouse my body, and make my body create my lubrication. When a girl is very lubricated, she is called wet, and both times I was in your arms, you had me very wet, indeed.”
I hadn’t realized I had switched to using myself as an example, and I thing he tilted his head at that.
“You mean, I had you ready for sex? For me to stick my cock in you?” he asked, almost innocently.
“Oh yeeeaahhhh…” I had to draw out. “You have a powerful presence, Juwon. You will be a lady-killer soon. Once you learn how to be a great lover, and how to use your body to please, women won’t stand a chance. You had me dripping with need, Lover. Some women generate more lubrication than others. Me? I make a lot, so if I am completely aroused, and needing a man, I can literally leave a stain on the floor after dripping from my pussy. I’ll bet if you look carefully, you will find some drops of my lubrication on your garage floor, or on your side-yard.”
“Wow... Okay, I’ll look when I get home.”
I hadn’t expected that, but wanted to now complete his lesson for the day.
“Now, let’s talk about my opening versus your cock. We’ve already had sex, so whip that bad boy out and let’s do a size-comparison.”
He exposed his turgid rod to me, and I had to take a moment to admire him. He was truly a gift to hold and behold.
I gently took his cock in my hand and drew him towards my vagina. Sliding the thick head that had emerged from his un-circumcised foreskin, up and down between my folds, I gently poked him at my pussy, and spoke softly, with my voice getting a little breathy.
“See the difference, Juwon? This is why you can hurt a girl. You have to get her ready, first. A finger works great, if it is wet, first, or your tongue, too. Some guys can use their tongue exceptionally well, and even bring a girl to orgasm before being penetrated. It all depends on the tool and how you use it.”
He was nodded, wordlessly as I could tell he was growing even more aroused. His shaft was hard enough to drive nails as I held him in my fingers.
“Now, as I hold your cock, I can tease you, by rubbing here, right?” and I teased the soft and sensitive nerve endings on the underside.
He moaned in understanding.
“Good... a girl’s special spot, her G-spot, is not on the bottom, but on the top. Near the front, in my case. So different positions can matter, too…”
I was having a little difficulty. I was sure Juwon’s mere presence had me getting wet.
“Now try and reach it, and I’ll tell you when…” I never got to finish my sentence as he was already carefully invading my love canal, and in mere moments, I let out aloud moan.
“Yes, yes, Juwon! You found my…” and he then got relentless, teasing and tickling my sweet spot until I was clenched nearly in a ball, flexing for all I was worth, until I couldn’t take anymore and I screamed in release, shuddering so violently that Juwon had to catch me to keep me from falling off the counter.
He held me to him, as I sobbed a little, tears rolling from my eyes as I was just blow-away by his touch. To his credit, where another man would have penetrated me to get his, Juwon didn’t. His strong, black arms just held me, his voice shushing away my tears, until I was able to recover some semblance of demeanor.
“Like that?” he asked, a mischievous look on his face.
I had to cave at that point, and recognize the superiority this young man had over me. Though our age differences were not great, I was still his senior by several years, and I was married to another man. But in that moment, I realized he owned me, owned my body. I would never be able to deny him. I had become devoted to giving him pleasure, as he could give me. I became addicted to black men.
“But what about you?” I asked, as an innocent little girl would.
“Then do the same for me…”
His voice was not a request, and I did not hesitate to comply. Holding his hefty, heavy meat in my hands, I began to stroke him to full life again. Looking to his eyes, with a come-hither gaze, I was tickling the soft, sensitive underside of his black cock with my perfectly manicured fingertips, holding his cock against my opening, waiting for him to do it, to thrust into me. But he didn’t. He held fast, and let me hold the head of his cock, the very slit against my vagina, leaking his pre-cum into me, until he stiffened, and I felt his cock begin to pulse in my hand, his body flexing as his sac contracted, and he began to shoot jets of his thick, black baby batter into me. I could feel every muscular contraction as I held his cock against me, to take every drop of his essence through my entrance, letting his cum drain down my passage to my cervix. It took him several long moments, stretching into minutes, before he went soft. That was when I released my grip, and lay back on the counter. His seed would follow gravity to my cervix and follow nature’s course.
It did not matter. If I was pregnant by him, I wasn’t going to get more pregnant, and if I wasn’t, since I was already late, getting pregnant was about as low of a risk as my so-called safe week after my period. I lay there, looking up at him, and he down at me. Neither of us said a word, but we didn’t have to. But it was Juwon who broke the silence.
“So what’s this part?”
His finger had shifted and began to circle about my pearl, and I mewled loudly.
“Juwon, we have to stop. I can’t do this right now…”
It was true, Juwon, in claiming me, even if unknowing and unwittingly, had jumbled my emotions so surely I didn’t think I could stop from having his baby now, even leaving my husband to do it. My very world was hanging in the balance at that moment.
“Alright…” he said softly. “But I want to be a better lover, for you.” He said matter-of-factly.
There, he had said it. I didn’t know if he meant as my ‘student’, or as my lover, but either way, I could not help myself from explaining things.
“Okay, Juwon, we’re gonna’ talk about a girl’s clitoris, or her clit.”
I explained to him the biology of what was where, and what the clitoral hood was, and how to stimulate the clit, and tried to describe what it felt like to me when he was fucking me with his black cock. How the impacts of his pubic bone sent extra bolts of pleasure though the waves of joy his cock was giving me.
It took him mere moments to have me writhing on his fingertip, and before I knew it, I was back outside, on my beach towel, making passionate love with the man who had been my student, and was now my Master.
For the three days following my tryst with Juwon, I could not get what had happened out of my mind. What was wrong with me? I was happily married, or at least I thought so. I was a loyal, devoted wife until Juwon had shown me what I was missing. My sex life had been satisfactory, or it was until Juwon put his big black cock in me and made me feel so very, very different. I was happy with my life, or I was until Juwon entered my life, and my body, showing me what I was missing. What was I going to do about all of this? How did I extricate myself from what was a perilous path of destruction? Destruction of my marriage, destruction of some close friendships, and destruction of my body. I was sweating the calendar, now. I should have started my period the day before, and I was now, in my mind, semi-officially late. Two more days and I would have to covertly take a pregnancy test because, at that point, I would be officially late, and I suspected, I would be pregnant with Juwon’s child. The last thought made me physically blanch.
I was ruminating on all of this as I lay out in my backyard, enjoying the warmth of the late morning, tanning and relaxing. Juwon and his ****** were supposed to be gone for the day, a day trip to a local, large and popular amusement park, with a very ******-oriented atmosphere. The last gasp, I was thinking, of the ****** before their son left for college in a couple of months. Of course, all of that would change, if Juwon made me pregnant. I was pondering all of this as I popped the strings on my bikini and decided to even up my tan and try and prevent some of my tan lines. Bikini set next to me, I had almost drowned myself in cocoanut butter tanning oil, eager to tan some and yet avoid being burned to a crisp. I had my earbuds in and listened to some soothing music, and generally just tried to relax, though my mind was not going to hear anything of relaxation.
Juwon, my husband Steve, cheating on my marital vows, or was it ****? I wasn’t sure on that score, either and I ran the whole series of events through my mind. The Fourth of July seduction and near-sexual conquest Juwon had started, to the events of the other night, where Juwon had successfully managed to get me into a vulnerable position and had his way with me. It happened, but what should I have done after? Cry ****? Destroy a ****** friendship? Destroy a young man’s future? Were the reported gossip stories about Juwon and the high school cheerleader actually true? He claimed no, and there was no evidence to decide either way, and students being students, everyone was fine with letting it drop. But since I was growing late in starting my period, I was growing ever fearful that there was now going to be undeniable evidence. The angst was twisting me in knots, and in general, making feel unwell.
As my mind went through all of this, I suddenly felt a touch on my thigh and I nearly screamed as I felt myself jumping out of my skin! I was in my backyard, safe, and yet vulnerably naked, and someone was touching me! What the Hell?
I reached for my bikini to cover myself as I sat up and fought with the bright sunshine to see who was there! It was Juwon…
“Juwon! What the Hell are you doing here?” I demanded. My tone was sharp and angry, even though I still sounded more like a snarling kitten than a dangerous woman.
He held up both hands in surrender, trying to smooth me over, and calm me, or at least to get me to stop shouting.
“Suzi, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He started. “I’m home alone, and I wanted to talk with you, but you didn’t answer your phone, so I thought I would come over.”
I was now putting on my bikini top first, as I was also trying to put my heart back into my chest.
“Then you should have waited…” I snarled, still a bit jumpy after being surprised as I was, with all of the swirling thoughts in my head. “We were lovers, yes, but that doesn’t give you any rights to my house!”
Inwardly I cringed. If I was pregnant by him, and wound up having his baby, then, indeed, he would suddenly have all sorts of rights to visitation.
“Now, where are your parents?”
“*** got a consultation down on the coast, and decided to make a weekend of it, so I stayed behind.” Juwon calmly answered.
By now, I was working on somehow putting on my bikini bottoms, though it was going to be impossible without standing up. Since Juwon was hovering over me, there was no way to prevent him from seeing me. Then it dawned on me, he was already as intimate with me as a man could get, so why was I trying to hide my body? I offered up a hand to him, and he took it and effortlessly helped me to my feet. I had to give him credit, he was deceptively strong, and could flex his muscles whenever suited him. Which he did the other night, my thoughts reminded me.
Standing before him, in all of my glory, I noticed his face grew quizzical, and he could not help but stare at my vulva, and tilt his head. He didn’t say anything, and it was slowly dawning on me. He had perhaps only been with a woman that one time, the other night, and like most men, was clueless about a woman’s anatomy. I looked back at him as his eyes were glued to my lower body.
“You really haven’t seen a naked woman before, have you?” I asked calmly, almost matronly.
He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
The old Juwon I knew was there, now. The virtuous, virgin Juwon was standing before me, looking at his first naked woman, and a white one at that. I stood there for a long moment, wondering how to handle this as he nearly gawked at me. Then I made a decision. Reaching out for his hand, I told him to follow me.
“But Mrs. An-… I mean, Suzi. Do you want to again?”
I could not help but smile. Oh, he, like most men, was so clueless about women!
“Juwon, let’s go inside and talk. We need to clear the air between us, and I think you need some help understanding women. Because right now, I don’t think you will ever figure it out on your own.”
Leading him inside my home, I took him into the kitchen, flipped on the lights, and tossed my bikini bottom on the counter top. After a moment’s hesitation, I also took off my top and tossed it with the bottoms.
“Thirsty?”
“Uhh, yes’m.”
I went to the fridge and made a point of bending at my waist as I reached into get a couple of cans of soda from the bottom, before rising and turning to him. Handing it out, with arm extended, I simply said to him “I’d bet money on the fact you have a raging hard-on.”
If his dark skin could blush, he would have been crimson-red. He was embarrassed and knew he was caught.
“I’m sorry.” He replied, confirming my easy guess.
“Juwon, I would have been worried if you didn’t have an erection.” I began. “But I also just learned something else about you. While you are exceptionally well-endowed, you also don’t know nearly enough to avoid hurting a girl with it.”
That look just dumbfounded him.
“Juwon…” I started out gently. “When a man and a woman mate, or make love, or whatever term you want to use, the man has to be careful, because when he has aroused his girl, she isn’t relaxed, it is quite the opposite. She is quite tense, and I mean everywhere, even inside. At least it is that way for me.” I began. “So let’s look at what happens when her breasts are relaxed, like mine now.”
I could not believe I was standing there, naked, before a handsome, powerful and virile black young man, but in the surreal-ness of the moment, I had my ‘teacher’ hat on, and I was going to give this man the best instruction I could on how to please a woman, before his cock killed someone. Right then, my nipples were soft, and my areolae were relaxed, for the most part. I hefted a breast to show him.
“Now, if they are teased, like this…” and I used a finger to circle my gum-drop sized bud, “or even pinch it carefully…” and I demonstrated how, “It makes a girl’s heart begin to beat faster, and her nipples will rise and get hard. Once they are hard, they become even more sensitive than they are now. So you have to be careful, and not use your fingers like a pair of pliers. If you hurt her, your girl will stop being aroused almost instantly, and you will either have to start over, if she is willing, or she will bail on you in a flash.”
Juwon was nodding in understanding.
“Every girl will be a little different, too, in what they like and what they don’t. For example, the things you did to me in the garage? You had me in your clutches. If it wasn’t for your mom, we would have had sex right then and there. You had me wanting you so badly, I had surrendered to you. But the other night? Well, you had me, but in a different way.”
The look on his face was priceless. He was absolutely bewildered when I was finished speaking.
“Don’t try and understand it, just accept it, for now. In time, with more experience, it will start to make sense. I just want to help you learn how to start getting that experience. Because, believe it or not, the other night, your cock was hurting me, in the beginning. That is why I took over.”
I don’t think I could have hurt him any more if I had stabbed him in the heart. The look on his face was just crushed, and I could tell he was thinking about leaving.
“I’m sorry. I... I…just needed…” he started to stammer.
I reached out to him, to hold his hand.
“Juwon, it is okay, we both learned from that experience. You are learning how to be careful, and I learned that despite how much you can hurt, I still wanted to do it with you. I wanted your cock inside me.”
That perked him up.
“You did?”
I needed to reassure him.
“Yep. Why else would I have guided your cock to my entrance? I dunno, maybe it was the curiosity of the other day, what could have happened, or what you would have felt like, or something else, maybe the setting. I dunno. But the other night was really special to me, and I will never forget it.” I smiled at him, a genuine, femininely happy smile.
“The setting?”
I nodded.
“Some women have an attraction to the dramatic. I do. So doing things that are risky, or somehow make me a damsel-in-distress are super-hot to me. Like being exposed to you the way I was. If I had been wearing jeans, there is no way we would have done it. But with my dress? The winds? You seeing me at my most-vulnerable and sexiest? I was doomed, and was making your job so much easier.”
The look on his face showed he was interested, and paying attention.
“And I’ll be honest here. You had me climax faster and harder than my husband can. You somehow made me feel like you are a better lover than he is…”
The look on his face was suddenly beaming and I could see his ego puffing up, right before my eyes.
“I just need to teach you how to be careful, before you get the reputation of the man whose cock is so big you hurt your girls.”
That brought him back down to Earth.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m guessing you are about 8 or nine inches or so long, are about this thick around.” I lifted my hand to demonstrate what I remembered his cock feeling like, about twice my husband’s girth, maybe an inch and three-quarter in diameter.
“A girl, in her resting state is only about this thick…” and I picked up a pen out of our pencil jar next to the notepad by the phone. “How deep a girl is just depends on each girl. For me, you filled me up to capacity, pretty much. I’m just glad I got you in the right hole, and that you were patient-enough to let me fit you in, so to speak.” I ended with a smile as I took in his bewildered look.
“Okay, so obviously you haven’t had the high-school biology class?”
He shook his head. “No, I got an exemption, so I could make football practice.”
Well that made sense, in away. I had seen him play a couple of times. He played defense and was able to, as my husband put it, ‘put the hurt on someone’ as a linebacker. I figured he was destined for bigger and better things after college, may be even the pros?
I smiled and approached him. “OK, time for a fast lesson in female anatomy. Now help me up.”
I reached my hands up to his shoulders and had him place his hands on my hips and he almost effortlessly hefted me up to sit on the kitchen counter, facing him. I placed my heels on the edge of the counter and parted my legs widely, looking at his eyes.
“If you ever tell anyone I am doing this for you, I will hurt you in new ways you have never imagined, are we clear?”
I had to smack him on the top of his head to get his attention, since he was almost hungrily looking at my vagina.
“Hey, I’m up here!” I chastised him, making a gesture to point to my eyes with two fingers.
“First rule, if you are sweet on a girl, never take your eyes off of hers, until she is ready for you to. If you ignore the person inside the body you want to fuck…” and he flinched when I spoke so brazenly… “She will close her legs so fast you won’t even blink. Never disrespect your girl, got it?” My tone was a tad harsh, but he needed to learn this lesson.
He looked up at me and nodded, chagrinned. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
Despite his apology, and I could tell he was struggling, he did manage to look me in the eyes until I let him gaze lower.
“Ok, so look at my crotch, and tell me what you see?”
He started to stammer, at first.
“I see… well… skin, and some hair, but not like some of the magazines my *** looks at.”
That was a revelation I was surprised to hear. I kept that information to myself, to be used later, if I ever needed it.
“What you see is a woman’s vagina, and her pubic hair. If you ever want to know if a woman dyes her hair, look down here, if you can. The hair down here is normally her natural color. I’ve never even heard of a woman who dyes down here.” I advised.
He needed simply. “Ok, that makes sense.”
I then slid my fingers from my naturally auburn pubic hair to my petals. “These are my labia, some will call them lips. They come in different varieties as well, and each woman is different. Some are small, some are very fleshy, and some are like mine, they are big enough to seal the deal, and yet not protrude so much to be obvious. Because of the size mine are, I don’t give a big cameltoe when wearing a G-string.”
“A what?”
“Never mind, I am not modeling my lingerie for you. Now, inside here are other things you need to know…”
I began to show him my inner labia, and my perineal region, before showing him my vaginal opening and where my urethra was. He was surprised to learn how small my vagina was, naturally.
“The other night, when you were trying to stick your cock in me, you were using that thing like a battering ram, and punching my labia to get inside me. That is painful. Labia are sensitive and can be used to help arouse a girl. So what you should be doing is using either your fingers, or your tongue, or even the tip of your cock, and sliding up and down along them, to further arouse my body, and make my body create my lubrication. When a girl is very lubricated, she is called wet, and both times I was in your arms, you had me very wet, indeed.”
I hadn’t realized I had switched to using myself as an example, and I thing he tilted his head at that.
“You mean, I had you ready for sex? For me to stick my cock in you?” he asked, almost innocently.
“Oh yeeeaahhhh…” I had to draw out. “You have a powerful presence, Juwon. You will be a lady-killer soon. Once you learn how to be a great lover, and how to use your body to please, women won’t stand a chance. You had me dripping with need, Lover. Some women generate more lubrication than others. Me? I make a lot, so if I am completely aroused, and needing a man, I can literally leave a stain on the floor after dripping from my pussy. I’ll bet if you look carefully, you will find some drops of my lubrication on your garage floor, or on your side-yard.”
“Wow... Okay, I’ll look when I get home.”
I hadn’t expected that, but wanted to now complete his lesson for the day.
“Now, let’s talk about my opening versus your cock. We’ve already had sex, so whip that bad boy out and let’s do a size-comparison.”
He exposed his turgid rod to me, and I had to take a moment to admire him. He was truly a gift to hold and behold.
I gently took his cock in my hand and drew him towards my vagina. Sliding the thick head that had emerged from his un-circumcised foreskin, up and down between my folds, I gently poked him at my pussy, and spoke softly, with my voice getting a little breathy.
“See the difference, Juwon? This is why you can hurt a girl. You have to get her ready, first. A finger works great, if it is wet, first, or your tongue, too. Some guys can use their tongue exceptionally well, and even bring a girl to orgasm before being penetrated. It all depends on the tool and how you use it.”
He was nodded, wordlessly as I could tell he was growing even more aroused. His shaft was hard enough to drive nails as I held him in my fingers.
“Now, as I hold your cock, I can tease you, by rubbing here, right?” and I teased the soft and sensitive nerve endings on the underside.
He moaned in understanding.
“Good... a girl’s special spot, her G-spot, is not on the bottom, but on the top. Near the front, in my case. So different positions can matter, too…”
I was having a little difficulty. I was sure Juwon’s mere presence had me getting wet.
“Now try and reach it, and I’ll tell you when…” I never got to finish my sentence as he was already carefully invading my love canal, and in mere moments, I let out aloud moan.
“Yes, yes, Juwon! You found my…” and he then got relentless, teasing and tickling my sweet spot until I was clenched nearly in a ball, flexing for all I was worth, until I couldn’t take anymore and I screamed in release, shuddering so violently that Juwon had to catch me to keep me from falling off the counter.
He held me to him, as I sobbed a little, tears rolling from my eyes as I was just blow-away by his touch. To his credit, where another man would have penetrated me to get his, Juwon didn’t. His strong, black arms just held me, his voice shushing away my tears, until I was able to recover some semblance of demeanor.
“Like that?” he asked, a mischievous look on his face.
I had to cave at that point, and recognize the superiority this young man had over me. Though our age differences were not great, I was still his senior by several years, and I was married to another man. But in that moment, I realized he owned me, owned my body. I would never be able to deny him. I had become devoted to giving him pleasure, as he could give me. I became addicted to black men.
“But what about you?” I asked, as an innocent little girl would.
“Then do the same for me…”
His voice was not a request, and I did not hesitate to comply. Holding his hefty, heavy meat in my hands, I began to stroke him to full life again. Looking to his eyes, with a come-hither gaze, I was tickling the soft, sensitive underside of his black cock with my perfectly manicured fingertips, holding his cock against my opening, waiting for him to do it, to thrust into me. But he didn’t. He held fast, and let me hold the head of his cock, the very slit against my vagina, leaking his pre-cum into me, until he stiffened, and I felt his cock begin to pulse in my hand, his body flexing as his sac contracted, and he began to shoot jets of his thick, black baby batter into me. I could feel every muscular contraction as I held his cock against me, to take every drop of his essence through my entrance, letting his cum drain down my passage to my cervix. It took him several long moments, stretching into minutes, before he went soft. That was when I released my grip, and lay back on the counter. His seed would follow gravity to my cervix and follow nature’s course.
It did not matter. If I was pregnant by him, I wasn’t going to get more pregnant, and if I wasn’t, since I was already late, getting pregnant was about as low of a risk as my so-called safe week after my period. I lay there, looking up at him, and he down at me. Neither of us said a word, but we didn’t have to. But it was Juwon who broke the silence.
“So what’s this part?”
His finger had shifted and began to circle about my pearl, and I mewled loudly.
“Juwon, we have to stop. I can’t do this right now…”
It was true, Juwon, in claiming me, even if unknowing and unwittingly, had jumbled my emotions so surely I didn’t think I could stop from having his baby now, even leaving my husband to do it. My very world was hanging in the balance at that moment.
“Alright…” he said softly. “But I want to be a better lover, for you.” He said matter-of-factly.
There, he had said it. I didn’t know if he meant as my ‘student’, or as my lover, but either way, I could not help myself from explaining things.
“Okay, Juwon, we’re gonna’ talk about a girl’s clitoris, or her clit.”
I explained to him the biology of what was where, and what the clitoral hood was, and how to stimulate the clit, and tried to describe what it felt like to me when he was fucking me with his black cock. How the impacts of his pubic bone sent extra bolts of pleasure though the waves of joy his cock was giving me.
It took him mere moments to have me writhing on his fingertip, and before I knew it, I was back outside, on my beach towel, making passionate love with the man who had been my student, and was now my Master.
