Nothing screamed relief like my period starting the next day. I awoke in the middle of the night to the familiar aching in my abdomen of the monthly cycle finally resuming. Another day more and I was going to have to find a way to buy a pregnancy test, it was getting that worrying. But while normally I bitch and moan about having to suffer through it, I was all smiles this time and the aching that went along with it didn’t bother me at all. It was almost joyful. I had cheated on my husband, seduced and even coerced, into having unprotected sex with our neighbor’s son. The young man, a powerfully-built high school graduate was on a football scholarship, but during this last Summer, it would be the loss of his innocence and the true beginnings of his journey as an adult. Not as far as the law was concerned, but biologically.
I had taken his virginity, in a way, or more aptly put, he thrust it to me when he thrust cock into me the first time. What a cock he has, too! Easily eight inches long, and pushing 2 inches in diameter, that man-missile sent me into new heights of pleasure my husband never will be able to reach. There was no way to deny the conclusion that this innocent young man, who had not an ounce of practice or guidance, was a better lover than my husband. Let no one deny this. Size does help! My husband. Steve, was maybe three-quarters Juwon’s size and was a kind and gentle lover who took great pains to satisfy me. But Juwon didn’t know any better and simply used what he had the way men did instinctively. It sent me shivering and shuddering every time. His cock, his age, and the fact I was married added a certain tension to the dynamic, and let’s not forget an important point. Juwon is coal-black, too. Between his bigger cock, how aggressively he used it, and the taboos of interracial sex, risking getting pregnant outside my marriage, and my own sexual needs, Juwon was just an irresistible package!
So while I could not resist taking the risk of full-on bareback and unprotected reproductive sex with Juwon, in the aftermath, I was concerned, to say the least. So it was with great joy that I started my period, even though it was almost 4 days late, a record for me, as I tended to run pretty much on time, like a German train. But that did not stop Juwon from sniffing around. Not five minutes after my husband left for work, Juwon was texting me, using his secretive hints at getting more of my body. It seems I had created a monster. Finally, after 3 days, I think he was ready to break down the cinder block wall between our houses. As I didn’t have any children, I had no inkling of how horny young men could be. I know when I was dating my husband, once we had sex, we were like rabbits. I always thought it was a mutual thing, and I hope it was, but maybe it is something all males go through after discovering initial carnal knowledge. Finally, I agreed to meet him, at his place.
I went over through the front yard, not caring if anyone saw up. I was wearing a simple sun dress and sandals, and I carried a box in my hand like I was simply dropping something off. In a way, I would be making a pick-up, but not in the way I imagined. There was no way I was going to let Juwon have me, I was still having my period, and it would be a day or two more, most likely. I figured, worst-case, I would give him a hand job and then move along with my day. I was hoping to just explain things, so he would understand better how a woman was, especially on her period, when crankiness could be a real hazard to a man’s sex life. I intended to be a bitch to him.
My plan, like all good plans, fell apart after he closed the door behind us. He took the box from my hands and gently set it aside, and then grasped my hand and began to lead me upstairs, presumably to his bedroom. Presumably to have his way with me. I couldn’t let that happen, no matter how much I may have desired it.
“Juwon, no. I can’t. Not right now.”
“Why not? I want you so bad I can’t stand it! I mean, look at this!”
With one hand on mine, his free hand pulled out his board shorts and ******* his hot, throbbing black cock, which had a very slight bow in it, and was pointing straight out from his pelvis, an arrow for the doom of my womb. It bounced slightly up and down with the pulse of his heart, and the thick mushroomed head was extended past his foreskin. I was developing a real like for uncircumcised cocks.
“I... I can’t, Juwon…” I began, even as he began to lead my semi-unwilling feet upstairs. “I’m on my period… I told you that.”
“I know... but I can’t help it. I want you so bad I can’t stand it!” His words ended as I was at the top of the stairs and he was almost dragging me to his bedroom.
My mind was trying to think of alternatives. There was one more step I could take, not that I particularly wanted to, but I would have to see.
“Juwon…” I began as I entered his room. I was shocked by what I saw. His room was very neat and tidy, far from what I would have expected of a young man. Akoni and Akanni were very strict with his upbringing. I was impressed. But looking around, I was also shocked. On his computer screen was a picture of me, naked inside my house, evidently the next morning after my husband had left for work when Juwon first took me. I had that ‘freshly fucked’ look, hair mussed, slight bruising on my breasts, and my landing strip was a little matted with dried semen. Well, that part made sense. My husband had done his level-best to fuck the living shit outta’ me that night.
“Juwon… what the Hell is that?”
“Oh, just something to remind me of you…”
Before I knew it, I was standing right next to him, and I was looking up into his brown eyes with my soft blue ones.
“Juwon. We can’t keep doing this. Somehow we are going to get caught and then the shit will hit the fan. Between my husband and your parents, I don’t want to get in the middle of it. They will all kill me.”
“I don’t care. I need to do this, to have sex with you.”
“Juwon, you need a girlfriend, someone you can date and have a relationship with. I am not just some call girl you can ring up when you want to fuck.” My tone was stern as he still held my hand.
“Right now, I don’t care.”
He yanked me closer to him and drew my hand to his cock, placing my palm on it. I didn’t avert my gaze from his eyes as we had this test of wills thing going on, but my fingers clasped around that meat shaft and it just felt so good to hold. I began to slide it along his length, as I felt his will break, and he let his head fall back on his neck.
As I slid my hand to and fro, feeling him, touching his ebony shaft, as dark as the rest of him, his hips began to turn ever so slightly and I began to purr softly.
“That’s it, Juwon, let it go. Feel my fingers on your cock, feel my gentle touch teasing your big… black… cock… Making you so hard, and so hot. Making you want to cum in my hand, to feel pleasure… to feel better…”
For his part, all he did was stand there, his hands balled into mighty fists and growling as he breathed deeply and endured the growing passion I was feeding him. My touch was teasing him, and probably driving him insane, which is what I wanted. If I could get him to detonate in my fingers, then I could at least get past my period and then work on him about safe sex practices, so when he took me in the future, I wouldn’t have to sweat the calendar. I knew in my heart I could never deny him when it was safe to do so, but I needed to make sure I didn’t wind up with his baby in me. That was a real danger, given how much cum he produced. I simply had to make him cum, before he lost patience and decided to overpower and **** me.
“That’s it, Lover... enjoy this…” I said smoothly, “You make so much cum to shoot…”
I had to admit that talking kinda’ dirty to him was also a bit arousing, and I would have to see about it when I got back home. I glanced down, and what I saw was a bit astonishing. Every stroke of my fingers was coaxing out a small stream of pre-cum, and looking down, he was making a Hell of a mess on the carpet. Between my motherly desire to keep things clean, and my growing arousal, I made the snap decision to lower myself and knelt before this black Adonis.
Juwon looked down as he felt my shift in stroking him, and saw I was down there. My hand didn’t stop moving, but it felt different to him as I knelt, hiking the hem of my dress up to keep his spurts from staining my clothes, and looked up, with a devilish smile.
“I think you will like this…” I purred out softly, tilted my head down, and leaned forward until I could lay my tongue just under the head of his cock, and I tasted the first dribbling of his pre-emission on my tongue. I had never broken eye contact with him as I did this, and I gave him a very sultry, come-hither gaze as more of his salty-sweet juices leaked from his black manhood and onto my tongue.
“MMMmmmmmmmm…” I hinted at how I found his particular taste, as I moved my face forward and placed my lips on his cock, giving his throbbing erection a soft, pouty kiss on the thick, mushroomed head. My ears were rewarded with that deep tremulous growl of his voice as he found more pleasure from my touch. All the while, more of his leakage went into my mouth and then down my throat as I swallowed.
I had been doing this now for only a minute or two on my knees when I felt his massive hands grab my head by the sides and hold me as his hips began to thrust. Not gentle sublets indications of enjoyment, but hard, determined thrusts, as if he could reach my vagina from my mouth. I could only open my mouth as wide as I could to accept his hardness and not choke, while his thrusting grew faster and faster. It wasn’t a minute more before it started, and his dribbling pre-cum became a torrent, and then he bellowed out in a war cry I already knew, and he was climaxing in my mouth. I was already swallowing as fast as I could and held my breath to seal my lips around his blackness and swallow more. For some reason, it seemed critical not to let a single drop of his precious black seed escape my body.
I felt the pulsing of the spasms of his cock, the musculature driving his semen along his cock and past my lips, into my mouth, where it was swallowed with great haste, so my gullet would be ready for more. While I knew he was feeling a relief that greatly eased his enflamed passions, I found myself somehow feeling a glow about doing this simple act for him. To him. Pleasing this black man, like it was the right thing for me to be doing. I felt better doing it for him than I did for the times I did it for my husband. As my mind mused on this, the grip on my head eased and he relaxed, releasing me. But I didn’t completely pull it off.
Keeping my mouth on his cock, I made the extra efforts to clean him, and make sure that there were no sticky remnants of his oral copulation left on him. Licking the underside of his cock and then ending with a swirl of my tongue around his retreating head of his cock, I looked up to him under my brows before pulling off with a last, soft kiss of his cock, before it fell dangling between his thighs, ending with a smacking of my lips and then settling back on my heels, and smiling up to him.
“Feeling better?”
“Oh, yeah…” he spoke almost dreamily. “I want that again, too.” He smiled. “Maybe in a little bit.”
I looked up at him and shook my head.
“Sugar, that is going to have to last you until you get some condoms and I get over my period. Give it three more days.”
He nodded softly. “Why condoms?”
I softly closed my eyes and groaned in my own, soft voice.
“Lover, I took a huge risk with you. Do you realize I could have gotten pregnant by you? Have a black baby, your baby, inside me? Do you have any idea how that would have been received? By my husband? By your parents?”
He just looked at me dumbly. His cock was still in control of his brain.
“It is possible my husband would have divorced me, and your parents would have forced you to marry me. That means no football future, you would have to get us a place to live, and you would have to work full-time to support me as I have your baby. No going out with your friends, no parties, no nothing but work and being my new husband, and my being your new wife. Your dreams would have been ruined because of an orgasm, not to mention mine.”
He suddenly sat on the bed, and I could tell he felt bad, all of the sudden. It almost broke my heart to see him this way. He fell to sit on his bed, and I could tell I had hurt his feelings, so now I had to restore some of his dignity. Hopefully just not all of it.
I took my seat next to him and snuggled in. “Sweetheart, I just want you to realize we have to be careful. You are an amazing man, and oh my God an amazing lover. I am going to cry when you leave for college because I will be missing out on the best sex of my life. But for now, I want to still be your lover. We just need to be careful. So get a box or two of condoms.”
I lightly kissed his cheek and smiled at him.
“On the bright side, Steve and I are trying to start our ******, and once I get pregnant by him, I can have all the unprotected sex with you we want. I can’t get pregnant twice!”
He smiled at that, and I leaned over and we kissed again, more passionately. Not the full, passionate, fuck me now kissing, but something endearing between two lovers. When it broke, he was smiling and I slapped his knee playfully as I rose to leave.
“Lover, I have to get home and brush my teeth before my husband gets home, and you have a small mess on the floor to clean up.”
I left him, and as I reached the doorway, I paused and lifted the back of my dress, to show him my backside. “Don’t worry, we’ll work something out…” and I giggled as I let it fall as I left him, smiling.
I had taken his virginity, in a way, or more aptly put, he thrust it to me when he thrust cock into me the first time. What a cock he has, too! Easily eight inches long, and pushing 2 inches in diameter, that man-missile sent me into new heights of pleasure my husband never will be able to reach. There was no way to deny the conclusion that this innocent young man, who had not an ounce of practice or guidance, was a better lover than my husband. Let no one deny this. Size does help! My husband. Steve, was maybe three-quarters Juwon’s size and was a kind and gentle lover who took great pains to satisfy me. But Juwon didn’t know any better and simply used what he had the way men did instinctively. It sent me shivering and shuddering every time. His cock, his age, and the fact I was married added a certain tension to the dynamic, and let’s not forget an important point. Juwon is coal-black, too. Between his bigger cock, how aggressively he used it, and the taboos of interracial sex, risking getting pregnant outside my marriage, and my own sexual needs, Juwon was just an irresistible package!
So while I could not resist taking the risk of full-on bareback and unprotected reproductive sex with Juwon, in the aftermath, I was concerned, to say the least. So it was with great joy that I started my period, even though it was almost 4 days late, a record for me, as I tended to run pretty much on time, like a German train. But that did not stop Juwon from sniffing around. Not five minutes after my husband left for work, Juwon was texting me, using his secretive hints at getting more of my body. It seems I had created a monster. Finally, after 3 days, I think he was ready to break down the cinder block wall between our houses. As I didn’t have any children, I had no inkling of how horny young men could be. I know when I was dating my husband, once we had sex, we were like rabbits. I always thought it was a mutual thing, and I hope it was, but maybe it is something all males go through after discovering initial carnal knowledge. Finally, I agreed to meet him, at his place.
I went over through the front yard, not caring if anyone saw up. I was wearing a simple sun dress and sandals, and I carried a box in my hand like I was simply dropping something off. In a way, I would be making a pick-up, but not in the way I imagined. There was no way I was going to let Juwon have me, I was still having my period, and it would be a day or two more, most likely. I figured, worst-case, I would give him a hand job and then move along with my day. I was hoping to just explain things, so he would understand better how a woman was, especially on her period, when crankiness could be a real hazard to a man’s sex life. I intended to be a bitch to him.
My plan, like all good plans, fell apart after he closed the door behind us. He took the box from my hands and gently set it aside, and then grasped my hand and began to lead me upstairs, presumably to his bedroom. Presumably to have his way with me. I couldn’t let that happen, no matter how much I may have desired it.
“Juwon, no. I can’t. Not right now.”
“Why not? I want you so bad I can’t stand it! I mean, look at this!”
With one hand on mine, his free hand pulled out his board shorts and ******* his hot, throbbing black cock, which had a very slight bow in it, and was pointing straight out from his pelvis, an arrow for the doom of my womb. It bounced slightly up and down with the pulse of his heart, and the thick mushroomed head was extended past his foreskin. I was developing a real like for uncircumcised cocks.
“I... I can’t, Juwon…” I began, even as he began to lead my semi-unwilling feet upstairs. “I’m on my period… I told you that.”
“I know... but I can’t help it. I want you so bad I can’t stand it!” His words ended as I was at the top of the stairs and he was almost dragging me to his bedroom.
My mind was trying to think of alternatives. There was one more step I could take, not that I particularly wanted to, but I would have to see.
“Juwon…” I began as I entered his room. I was shocked by what I saw. His room was very neat and tidy, far from what I would have expected of a young man. Akoni and Akanni were very strict with his upbringing. I was impressed. But looking around, I was also shocked. On his computer screen was a picture of me, naked inside my house, evidently the next morning after my husband had left for work when Juwon first took me. I had that ‘freshly fucked’ look, hair mussed, slight bruising on my breasts, and my landing strip was a little matted with dried semen. Well, that part made sense. My husband had done his level-best to fuck the living shit outta’ me that night.
“Juwon… what the Hell is that?”
“Oh, just something to remind me of you…”
Before I knew it, I was standing right next to him, and I was looking up into his brown eyes with my soft blue ones.
“Juwon. We can’t keep doing this. Somehow we are going to get caught and then the shit will hit the fan. Between my husband and your parents, I don’t want to get in the middle of it. They will all kill me.”
“I don’t care. I need to do this, to have sex with you.”
“Juwon, you need a girlfriend, someone you can date and have a relationship with. I am not just some call girl you can ring up when you want to fuck.” My tone was stern as he still held my hand.
“Right now, I don’t care.”
He yanked me closer to him and drew my hand to his cock, placing my palm on it. I didn’t avert my gaze from his eyes as we had this test of wills thing going on, but my fingers clasped around that meat shaft and it just felt so good to hold. I began to slide it along his length, as I felt his will break, and he let his head fall back on his neck.
As I slid my hand to and fro, feeling him, touching his ebony shaft, as dark as the rest of him, his hips began to turn ever so slightly and I began to purr softly.
“That’s it, Juwon, let it go. Feel my fingers on your cock, feel my gentle touch teasing your big… black… cock… Making you so hard, and so hot. Making you want to cum in my hand, to feel pleasure… to feel better…”
For his part, all he did was stand there, his hands balled into mighty fists and growling as he breathed deeply and endured the growing passion I was feeding him. My touch was teasing him, and probably driving him insane, which is what I wanted. If I could get him to detonate in my fingers, then I could at least get past my period and then work on him about safe sex practices, so when he took me in the future, I wouldn’t have to sweat the calendar. I knew in my heart I could never deny him when it was safe to do so, but I needed to make sure I didn’t wind up with his baby in me. That was a real danger, given how much cum he produced. I simply had to make him cum, before he lost patience and decided to overpower and **** me.
“That’s it, Lover... enjoy this…” I said smoothly, “You make so much cum to shoot…”
I had to admit that talking kinda’ dirty to him was also a bit arousing, and I would have to see about it when I got back home. I glanced down, and what I saw was a bit astonishing. Every stroke of my fingers was coaxing out a small stream of pre-cum, and looking down, he was making a Hell of a mess on the carpet. Between my motherly desire to keep things clean, and my growing arousal, I made the snap decision to lower myself and knelt before this black Adonis.
Juwon looked down as he felt my shift in stroking him, and saw I was down there. My hand didn’t stop moving, but it felt different to him as I knelt, hiking the hem of my dress up to keep his spurts from staining my clothes, and looked up, with a devilish smile.
“I think you will like this…” I purred out softly, tilted my head down, and leaned forward until I could lay my tongue just under the head of his cock, and I tasted the first dribbling of his pre-emission on my tongue. I had never broken eye contact with him as I did this, and I gave him a very sultry, come-hither gaze as more of his salty-sweet juices leaked from his black manhood and onto my tongue.
“MMMmmmmmmmm…” I hinted at how I found his particular taste, as I moved my face forward and placed my lips on his cock, giving his throbbing erection a soft, pouty kiss on the thick, mushroomed head. My ears were rewarded with that deep tremulous growl of his voice as he found more pleasure from my touch. All the while, more of his leakage went into my mouth and then down my throat as I swallowed.
I had been doing this now for only a minute or two on my knees when I felt his massive hands grab my head by the sides and hold me as his hips began to thrust. Not gentle sublets indications of enjoyment, but hard, determined thrusts, as if he could reach my vagina from my mouth. I could only open my mouth as wide as I could to accept his hardness and not choke, while his thrusting grew faster and faster. It wasn’t a minute more before it started, and his dribbling pre-cum became a torrent, and then he bellowed out in a war cry I already knew, and he was climaxing in my mouth. I was already swallowing as fast as I could and held my breath to seal my lips around his blackness and swallow more. For some reason, it seemed critical not to let a single drop of his precious black seed escape my body.
I felt the pulsing of the spasms of his cock, the musculature driving his semen along his cock and past my lips, into my mouth, where it was swallowed with great haste, so my gullet would be ready for more. While I knew he was feeling a relief that greatly eased his enflamed passions, I found myself somehow feeling a glow about doing this simple act for him. To him. Pleasing this black man, like it was the right thing for me to be doing. I felt better doing it for him than I did for the times I did it for my husband. As my mind mused on this, the grip on my head eased and he relaxed, releasing me. But I didn’t completely pull it off.
Keeping my mouth on his cock, I made the extra efforts to clean him, and make sure that there were no sticky remnants of his oral copulation left on him. Licking the underside of his cock and then ending with a swirl of my tongue around his retreating head of his cock, I looked up to him under my brows before pulling off with a last, soft kiss of his cock, before it fell dangling between his thighs, ending with a smacking of my lips and then settling back on my heels, and smiling up to him.
“Feeling better?”
“Oh, yeah…” he spoke almost dreamily. “I want that again, too.” He smiled. “Maybe in a little bit.”
I looked up at him and shook my head.
“Sugar, that is going to have to last you until you get some condoms and I get over my period. Give it three more days.”
He nodded softly. “Why condoms?”
I softly closed my eyes and groaned in my own, soft voice.
“Lover, I took a huge risk with you. Do you realize I could have gotten pregnant by you? Have a black baby, your baby, inside me? Do you have any idea how that would have been received? By my husband? By your parents?”
He just looked at me dumbly. His cock was still in control of his brain.
“It is possible my husband would have divorced me, and your parents would have forced you to marry me. That means no football future, you would have to get us a place to live, and you would have to work full-time to support me as I have your baby. No going out with your friends, no parties, no nothing but work and being my new husband, and my being your new wife. Your dreams would have been ruined because of an orgasm, not to mention mine.”
He suddenly sat on the bed, and I could tell he felt bad, all of the sudden. It almost broke my heart to see him this way. He fell to sit on his bed, and I could tell I had hurt his feelings, so now I had to restore some of his dignity. Hopefully just not all of it.
I took my seat next to him and snuggled in. “Sweetheart, I just want you to realize we have to be careful. You are an amazing man, and oh my God an amazing lover. I am going to cry when you leave for college because I will be missing out on the best sex of my life. But for now, I want to still be your lover. We just need to be careful. So get a box or two of condoms.”
I lightly kissed his cheek and smiled at him.
“On the bright side, Steve and I are trying to start our ******, and once I get pregnant by him, I can have all the unprotected sex with you we want. I can’t get pregnant twice!”
He smiled at that, and I leaned over and we kissed again, more passionately. Not the full, passionate, fuck me now kissing, but something endearing between two lovers. When it broke, he was smiling and I slapped his knee playfully as I rose to leave.
“Lover, I have to get home and brush my teeth before my husband gets home, and you have a small mess on the floor to clean up.”
I left him, and as I reached the doorway, I paused and lifted the back of my dress, to show him my backside. “Don’t worry, we’ll work something out…” and I giggled as I let it fall as I left him, smiling.
