My decision to go back to a normal, monogamous, moral life with my husband came crashing down only after 1 day, and I did a slutty thing.

The day after I had witnessed Justin, Amanda, and Sarah in the basement and had my unwanted masturbation fantasy, I once again had sex with someone other than my husband. I had promised myself that I would no longer do that kind of thing, but my newly discovered or I will still claim as newly conditioned sexual appetite consumed me.

I didn’t go to work on Friday. I had a dentist appointment that morning, and after my clean checkup and teeth cleaning, I decided to just call in for the rest of the day. It was a little after one in the afternoon when I got home. I was planning on lying out by the pool.

When I drove by the pool and clubhouse on the way to my home, I saw only a few people at the pool, and four of them were Justin, Amanda, Sarah, and Jermaine. They were playing water basketball. I decided not to go to the pool. After what I had witnessed the previous day, I did not want to be around Justin, Amanda, and Sarah. I decided to do some work in my flower beds instead.

After about an hour and a half of pulling weeds, trimming rose bushes, and other gardening, I went into the house to wash up. As I was in my kitchen, washing my hands, I watched the men work on my pool from my kitchen window over the sink. One of the workers looked at me and waved. I smiled and waved back. A deep voice startled me, and I let out a shriek and turned around.

“Heavens, Jermaine, you startled me,” I said as I saw the large, young black man standing in the kitchen doorway. Yes, I said Heavens, a habit I picked up from my mother.

“Sorry, Jennifer, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he told me as he walked into the kitchen.

“Do y’all need a snack or something to drink?” I asked. Even though I was avoiding Justin and didn’t like his two sluts, as I called them, they were still guests in my house, and I was always a gracious hostess.

“Nah, but I do need a ride home. I hate to impose, but Justin said you wouldn’t mind,” he told me.

“Oh, ok. Give me a moment, and I’ll take you home,” I told the young man as I leaned my back against the sink.

It annoyed me that Justin imposed on me, but I was not mad at Jermaine; it was not his fault that Justin decided to make me a taxicab driver. Justin also knew I would do it because of my kind nature, and he took advantage of that just so he could go and fuck his two sluts, I was sure.

“Where did the others go?” I asked as if I didn’t already know.

Jermaine stepped closer to me but still respected my personal space. He was always nice and respectful to me. “They went to the movies,” he told me.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” I asked.

He shrugged and stepped just a little closer, so little that it was barely noticeable. “I didn’t want to be a fourth wheel,” he told me and grinned.

“What does that mean?” I asked as if I didn’t know already.

Jermaine looked down as if he was embarrassed. He was not embarrassed by my question but embarrassed by how to answer me, I thought. While I knew what was going on with the three, I wanted to know if Jermaine also knew.

“Well, umm…let’s just say that the three of them are close,” he said and chuckled, and looked up at me.

I giggled even though I tried not to. “So, you know?” I asked.

Jermaine grinned. “Yes, but I didn’t know you did. How did you find out? Did Justin tell you?”

“Why would he tell me?” I asked and blushed.

Jermaine’s grin grew wider. “Justin likes to brag,” was all he said, as if I should know what that meant. I didn’t.

“You are not upset? It’s your sister involved,” I replied.

Jermaine stepped a little closer. “No. I don’t care what Amanda does. She’s a slut anyway. She cheats on Justin all the time. She’s fucked a few of my friends,” he told me. I knew she was a slut! “Sarah invited me to go with them, but I didn’t want to. I think she wanted to, well, you know.”

I giggled again. Yes, I knew what he meant. “Why not then?” I asked.

“She’s not my type,” Jermaine told me and stepped closer. This time it was noticeable, and I backed up until my butt was pressed against the sink.

God, Jermaine was huge. He was tall and his body was wider than two and a half of mine, maybe three! The young man was about six feet, seven inches tall and had to weigh over three hundred pounds.

“Why…why not,” I stammered. I was getting nervous. Not scared, mind you. I had no reason to think the young man would hurt me. He may have been huge and mean-looking, but he was always respectful to me and nice to me. He never showed any signs of violence toward me or anyone off the football field that I knew of.

“She’s too skinny and her tits are too small,” he told me. Jermaine reached up and brushed the back of his fingers over my left breast. He barely touched it, but it made me shiver, and my nipples became hard. “You are more my type. You have a much better body than she does.”

“Stop,” I told him, and reached up and moved his hand. “I…I think maybe we should take you home now.”

“Why, there’s no rush. Justin and my sister won’t be back for hours, if at all,” Jermaine told me. “I told you Justin likes to brag. He told me all about how he fucks you.” Jermaine brushed his fingers against my breast again, this time with his fingertips. He ran a finger over my erect nipples.

I didn’t move his hand this time. I was stunned that Justin told him he was fucking me, well, he used to fuck me. He hadn’t fucked me in weeks. I really shouldn’t have been surprised. Justin was a teenager, and I knew they liked to brag about the girls they had sex with. He also hero-worshipped Jermaine. I could imagine Justin trying to impress the large, older black young man by telling him he fucked me.

Maybe Justin was hanging out with Jemaine and some of his friends. Maybe they started talking about the girls they have had sex with. Maybe Justin at first bragged about fucking Sarah, but that didn’t impress the older boys because Sarah was a whore and most likely fucked some of them also, so he told them he was fucking a married woman. Maybe they told him he was lying and asked who, so Justin told them.

“I’m fucking, Jennifer, a married woman who I live with,” I imagined he told them. “I am fucking her right under her husband’s nose. She sucks my cock when he is in the house,” Justin probably told them. "She sneaks down into the basement and I fuck her while her husband is sleeping just upstairs." I could picture it in my head.

“I thought he was full of shit. Maybe he is full of shit,” Jermaine told me as he started running his fingertips over both my nipples. I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan of pleasure. “Then I thought maybe he is. He told me you seduced him one night. So I thought maybe Jennifer’s husband can’t satisfy her, so she had to look elsewhere, and she had a younger kid living under her roof to give it to her.”

I bristled at the mention of my husband, and Jermaine’s words about Patrick snapped me out of my trance-like state. I pushed Jermaine’s large, black hands away.

“Don’t talk about my husband like that,” I told him.

Maybe readers of my stories may assume, since I submit sexually to my husband and Justin, that I am a submissive woman. I am not, not in the least. I am not timid at all! I passionately defend people whom I love, even up to the point of being physical if I must.

That happened once in my life back in high school, and I beat a girl up in defense of my best friend, Mandy. It was not some hair-pulling, arms flailing, eye scratching, girl fight. I beat her up with my fists. I don’t let people talk shit about people I love.

Jermaine smiled, “Sorry, but Justin made that clear also. He told me you get fucked a lot by both him and your husband, sometimes by both in the same night.”

I still did not move away, and Jermaine’s body was only one or two inches from mine. I could smell the chlorine from the pool on him. I looked up at his face. “What…what do you want?” I asked, but of course I knew.

Jermaine grinned and again lifted his hand to my breast and teased my nipple with his finger and thumb. He then placed his other hand against my crotch. My body went stiff at his touch.

“I want what your husband and Justin are getting,” he told me bluntly. “I figure if you are getting fucked by both of them, with your husband gone and Justin not fuckin you, yes I know he’s not anymore, he told me, that you need to be fucked,” Jermaine’s thumb and forefinger closed over my nipple through my tee shirt and bra and his hand started moving gently up and down my crotch.

“I thought, why not at least try,” he told me. “I have wanted to fuck you since I met you. I’m leaving Monday for Virginia Tech to start summer practice, so I figured, why not at least try? All she can do is tell me no, I thought.”

I made a whimper as Jermaine fondled me. “Maybe Justin is lying,” I said.

“Maybe, but one way to find out. He told me you have three little brown moles on your pussy. He told me they are sexy. So, if you don’t have them, then he is lying,” Jermaine told me.

“How do you think you are going to find out?” I asked.

I was breathing hard, my heart was racing, and my pussy was wet. I knew I should have stopped him, but I didn’t want to. What Jermaine was doing felt good, and allowing him to touch me as he was did not mean I was going to have sex with him. Then there was another thing that aroused me.

I looked over my shoulder, and the curtains were still open, and I could see the men working on the pool. They weren’t looking into the house, but if they had, they would have seen Jermaine standing close to me. They couldn’t see what he was doing to me, but the thought of them knowing what was happening in my kitchen turned me on. I was getting aroused with the thought of someone watching me being fondled.

‘You could show me,” Jermaine suggested.

“Why…why would I want to do that?” I asked in a husky, lustful voice

Jermaine grinned. “I’ll make a deal with you,” he told me. “You could show me, let me taste your pussy, suck my dick, and then let me fuck you. Of course, that is if Justin was not lying. If he was, then you’ll just give me a ride home and nothing will happen.”

“I am not going to give you a blow job or let you fuck me regardless of if it’s true or not,” I replied.

“So, it is true?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that,” I countered. “What…what all did he say?” I asked.

“He told me you suck his cock, he fucks you, he sometimes fucks you, and then you go get fucked by your husband,” Jermaine started telling me what Justin told him.

I reached down and took Jermaine’s hand in mine, the one that was rubbing my pussy over my cutoff jeans. Jermaine’s hand tightened, thinking I was going to move it. He grinned suddenly when, instead of pushing it away, I pressed it tighter into me and moved it harder against my crotch.

“What else did he say?” I asked. “Tell me what else he said we did.” I was breathing hard.

“Are you going to suck my cock and let me fuck you?” Jermaine asked as he started rubbing my pussy harder and faster.

“No…ohh…no…just tell me,” I replied.

Jermaine removed his hands from between my legs and my nipple. He looked down and me and smiled. He knew I did not want him to tell me what Justin said about us for me to deny, but that hearing it turned me on.

“Let me see your tits first,” he told me. “And let me touch them.”

I bit my lower lip and then removed my T-shirt and my bra. I blushed as he stared at them.

“Fuck, Justin was not lying about your tits, that’s for sure,” Jermaine told me. “You have great tits.”

Jermaine put his hands on my waist and easily lifted me and placed me on the edge of the sink. He then stepped between my spread legs. Jermiane reached out and cupped them in his huge, dark hands, ran his fingers over them, and took my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I moaned out when he started to roll them gently between his fingers.

“Are you going to let me taste your white pussy, suck my cock now, and let me fuck you?” he asked.

“Uhh…no…no,” I moaned out with pleasure.

Jermaine chuckled and pressed his fingers harder on my nipples, but not painfully. He then leaned in and pressed his thick lips to my ear.

“Justin told me you like his tongue up your asshole and you like using yours up his,” Jermiane told me. “I never had a girl’s tongue up my ass. He says it feels good, and you rim his ass with such enthusiasm.”

“Ohh,” I moaned out at his words.

Jermaine started kissing my neck, and as he did so, he started unbuttoning my shorts. I let him and didn’t resist when he placed his large hand under my panties. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and gasped out when he placed a thick, long finger in my pussy.

“Fuck you so wet. You are getting off on this, aren't you?" I didn't answer, so Jermaine continued. "Justin told me you like getting fucked in the ass,” Jermaine whispered in my ear as he fingered my pussy. I made a loud gasping moan when his thumb started rubbing my clit.

“Justin told me you like to let him watch as you played with your pussy and fucked yourself until you cum,” Jermaine continued to tell me what Justin told him.

Justin must have given Jermaine a lot of details about our sex life. He told me how Justin told him how loud I was when I got fucked and when I had an orgasm. How I enjoyed giving him a blowjob, licking his scrotum, and how I swallowed his cum, or liked it when he ejaculated on my face or breasts.

He told Jermaine that when Justin fucked me in the butt that I liked it hard and rough. How, even though I would cry when having anal sex, I didn’t want him to stop fucking my butt. Justin told the older young man many details of our sex life, and listening to Jermine tell me what Justin told him turned me on.

I had an orgasm as he fingered my pussy and massaged my clit, all the while he was telling me the things Justin told him about us fucking. As I was cuming, my hands gripped Jermaine's bull-like neck, and I cried out loudly from ecstasy. After my orgasm ended, I was breathing hard and rested my head on his chest.

“Are you going to let me taste your pussy now?” Jermaine asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Jermaine got to his knees, pulled off my shorts and panties, and spread my legs. He lowered his head to my pussy and chuckled. “Looks like Justin was not full of shit,” he told me. He ran his fingertip over the three small, brown moles I had on the right side of my vulva.

“Your tan lines are so sexy, Jennifer,” he commented.

It was halfway through summer, and having spent a lot of time at the pool, my tan was deeper and my tan lines more prominent.

Jermaine used his fingers to spread my labia open to expose my pussy. I made a gasping moan when Jermaine ran his finger up and down my pussy slit.

“Fuck, girl, your pussy is so wet,” he commented.

Even in my state of arousal, I couldn’t surpass a giggle. It always amused me when my husband and Justin commented on my pussy being wet when I was sexually excited. Well, duh, of course it is, I would think, it’s supposed to be.

“Justin told me you had a sexy, fat pussy,” Jermaine told me as he continued to run his hands up and down my pussy slit. “But I think he was underrating it. You have an amazing pussy.”

Jermaine used the fingers of his other hand to pull my clit hood up and expose my clit. I gasped, moaned, and called out to God when he used a large, black finger to stimulate it. Jermaine lowered his head, pressed his nose to my pussy, and inhaled deeply.

“Damn, that white pussy smells so good,” he commented, and I blushed. “It’s a strong scent and I love smelling and tasting white pussy.”

I blushed deeper. I suppose my pussy aroma was stronger than normal. Not only had I had an orgasm already, but I had been working in the yard on a hot, humid day.

Jermiane took several deeper intakes of my scent, placed his mouth over my pussy, inserted a finger into me, and then used his tongue on my clit.

“Ohh, God!” I cried out.

Jermaine teased my clit with his tongue and fingered my pussy slowly. After a few minutes, he stopped and looked up at me.

“Don’t stop…please, keep going. It feels so good,” I told him. I wasn’t begging but just telling him.

“If I keep going, are you going to suck my cock?” he bargained. I bit my lower lip and nodded. “Are you going to lick my asshole and stick your tongue up my ass like you do Justin?” he asked. Still biting my lower lip, I nodded again. “Are you going to let me fuck you?” he asked his last question. I shook my head. Jermaine chuckled. “Well, a blowjob and having my ass rimmed for the first time will have to do then.”

He then attacked my pussy with his fingers and mouth, and tongue. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure. Jermaine was better than Justin but not as good as my husband.

As Justin was giving me pleasure, I placed one hand on the back of his head, and my other hand gripped the edge of the counter tightly. As I moaned with pleasure, I looked over my shoulder. The curtain to the window was still open, and I could see one of the men working on my pool, digging with a backhoe tractor, and another man shoveling dirt.

While they were not looking at the window, it turned me on to know that if they glanced in the direction of my house, they could see me. All they could see was my topless back and my head thrown back in blissful ecstasy. They may not know that a large, young black man was on his knees, his head buried between my thighs, and finger fucking me, but the thought of them knowing aroused me. My voyeurism fetish was not only watching but being watched as well.

“Ohh fuck…yes, yes, oh, God, yes!” I cried out as Jermaine inserted a second large finger into my pussy and started thrusting them in and out of me hard while he continued to use his tongue on my clit.

My grip on Jermaine’s head and the counter tightened, and I thrusted my pussy into his face. Jermaine would remove his mouth from my pussy and tell me how good I tasted, and while I enjoyed hearing it, part of me wanted to tell him to just shut up and make me cum again.

Jermaine pushed me back, so I was almost sitting in the sink, and lifted my legs. The young man removed his mouth from my pussy, and inserted a third thick, long finger into my pussy, which caused me to make a loud gasping moan. I looked down and watched as he put the forefinger of his other hand in his mouth and started sucking it and slobbering over it.

I knew what he was going to do with that now slick finger. I braced myself and again cried out loudly when Jermaine slowly pushed his finger into my butthole. He then put his mouth over my pussy again, his tongue on my clit, and he finger fucked my pussy with three fingers and my butthole with one.

The faucet of the sink was digging into my back, and while it hurt, I didn’t care. The pleasure Jermaine was giving me was greater than the pain. It was not long before Jermaine gave me another orgasm.

My body tightened, and my thighs clamped around his head as I convulsed from the blissful climax. My grip tightened harder around his head, and the counter knuckle white tight. After my orgasm ended and I was panting for air, Jermaine removed his fingers from my pussy and butthole. He then started licking my pussy fluid off my pussy and thighs.

When he was done, he stood up and placed his fingers that were in my pussy to my lips. I opened my mouth and started sucking them. Once they were clean of my fluid, he then placed the finger that had been in my butthole to my lips.

“Justin told me you like going ass to mouth,” he said. I proved Justin was not lying when I started sucking his finger. “Fuck, Jennifer, I never would have thought you were such a freak,” he told me as I sucked his finger. “You look so innocent and wholesome,” he told me and chuckled.

The young man stepped back. “Now it’s your turn to make me feel good,” he told me. “You said you would suck my cock.” He started to pull his swimsuit down.

“No, wait,” I told him.

“You told me you would, remember?” he replied.

“I will, just not here. In the bedroom,” I told him.

Jermaine ginned and put his hands on my butt and lifted me off the sink. He did so without any effort. God, he was strong. I wrapped my legs around his thick waist and my arms around his neck. Jermaine carried me out of the kitchen. I was naked except for my old, dirty, white tennis shoes I wore when I worked in the yard, and my ankle socks.

We didn’t make it into the bedroom. Once in the hallway, Jermaine pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. I kissed him back, running my tongue over his lips to taste myself. We kissed hard and fiercely. Our kissing was void of any intimacy, like when I kissed my husband or even Justin. Jermaine and I kissed with intense animalistic lust.

He started kissing my neck and pressed me harder against the wall, held me up with one hand, and his other hand started to pull down his swimsuit.

“No, please don’t,” I told him, whimpering.

“I’m not going to fuck you unless you want me to,” Jermaine whispered in my ear.

He started kissing my ear, biting it gently, licking it. Justin must have told him how that drove me crazy. Jermaine, holding his cock in his hand, started rubbing the hard penis against my thighs and then around my vulva. But he respected my telling him no and did not try to penetrate me. I let him rub it against me.

“Are you going to let me fuck you now?” Jermaine whispered in my ear after several more moments.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I replied.

Jermaine didn’t waste any more time. While holding me against the wall, he used his right hand to guide his penis into my pussy.

“Uhhh, God!” I gave a loud, grunting-sounding scream from both pain and pleasure.

Jermaine was large, and so was his cock. It felt thicker than my husband's, and he penetrated my pussy brutally. I screamed out to God again and then again. It took three hard, violent thrusts for Jermaine to fully penetrate me. I found out he was not only thicker than my husband, but longer as well. Each thrust hurt, but felt good also.

My fingers dug into Jermaine’s back, and I buried my head into his neck as he started to fuck me in the hallway of my house.

Jermaine fucked me as if he didn’t care for my pleasure, maybe he didn’t, but it did give me pleasure. But it also hurt. I could feel my pussy stretching as he fucked me, but that was not what hurt. That gave me a great deal of pleasure. It was the depth of his cock inside me that hurt.

With each hard, powerful thrust into my pussy, he drove his cock so deep into me. With each thrust, I cried out to God and told him how deep he was in my pussy. The pain brought tears to my eyes, but the pleasure was greater, so I endured the pain.

Jermaine was holding me up with his large hands on my butt cheeks, my legs wrapped around his wide hips, and his thrusts slammed my back against the wall.

Jermaine didn’t say anything; he just made loud grunts with each thrust. The large, young, black man gripped my butt cheeks tighter and dug his large fingers painfully into my flesh. He then picked me up higher, backed away from the wall, and started bouncing me up and down on his cock while he thrusted up into me.

Jermaine fucked me hard. There was no intimacy or passion like there was with my husband and Justin. Even when those two fucked me hard, there was still an intimate connection and passion. Jermaine fucked me with an animalistic lust that I had never experienced before. While he was hurting my pussy with his large cock, I enjoyed the pleasure of his violent, bestial fucking.

I screamed out when I had another orgasm. It was an orgasm like I never had before. It was not better or worse, just felt different. It was an orgasm filled with intense pleasure but also pain from his large cock driving deep inside me. I made a loud, long, ear-piercing, shrieking scream like a banshee as I was cuming. I would experience that same type of orgasm again that afternoon when Jermaine fucked me repeatedly, and I would experience that same type of orgasm several times later in my life.

As my orgasm continued, Jermaine pushed me back against the wall hard. He started making louder grunts; his thrusts were still hard and deep, but became more erratic. He started ejaculating cum inside my pussy.

After our orgasms ended, Jermaine let go of me. My legs were trembling and weak, and I almost fell to the ground, but he grabbed me before I could fall.

“Fuck, Jennifer, that sure is some good pussy,” he told me as he pulled up his swimsuit with one hand and held me up with the other.

I didn’t respond. How do you respond to such a statement anyway? Jermaine picked me up in his large, strong arms, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest.

I was still panting for breath, and my pussy was throbbing, or maybe the muscles in my pussy were just constricting back to normal after being stretched so wide by his thick cock. I knew he was going to fuck me again and maybe more than once. I was not sure my pussy would be able to handle his large cock more than one more time.

Jermaine carried me to the bedroom, the guest room. He had never been past the living room of my house and didn’t know which room was mine and my husband’s. He just chose the closet room he could find. He gently placed me on the bed, and I sat on the edge and watched as he took off his shoes, shirt, and bathing suit.

His cock was still hard and glistening from my pussy fluid. It was my first look at his cock. God, he was enormous! I was surprised he didn’t rip apart. No wonder it stretched my pussy open and hurt with its deep penetration.

“Like that, huh?” Jermaine asked me proudly when he saw me staring at his penis. “Never seen a big black cock before?” I just shook my head. “Don’t worry. I know how to treat a tight, white pussy,” he told me, and stepped closer to me. “You still owe me that blow job and ass rimming.”

Jermaine sat on the edge of the bed next to me as I kicked off my shoes. I then got on my knees between his slightly spread legs. I took his large penis in my hand and started gliding it up and down his shaft. It was long and thick, but honestly, I was not in awe of it like some woman might have been. I was not frightened or intimidated by it either.

What fascinated me about his cock was how dark it was compared to the complexion of the rest of his body. I thought the contrast of my white fingers on his black cock was erotic. I was also fascinated by the size of Jermaine’s testicles.

His black scrotum was pulled tight over his testicles, and they were huge! The tip of his cock was mushroom-shaped but seemed in perfect symmetry with his cock. It was a lighter color, almost a light tan, and not black like the rest of his cock or body. It looked sexy.

“What would you have done if I said no?” I asked Jermaine out of curiosity. Truth was, I found it a turn on when I was telling him I was not going to suck his cock or let him fuck me as he was pleasuring me with his fingers. Weird, I know, but it did turn me on.

“I would have tried blackmail,” Jermaine told me. “I would have told you if you didn’t, I would tell your husband you were fucking Justin.”

I giggled at that. “Really?” I asked.

“It crossed my mind, but I would not have done it. I wouldn’t want to ruin your marriage, and it really is none of my business who you fuck.”

“Would not have worked anyway. Patrick knows,” I admitted.

It felt good to tell someone my husband’s and my secret. I came close to telling my best friend Mandy, but she can’t keep secrets, so I never told her.

“No shit,” Jermaine exclaimed. “Fuck, I heard about shit like that but never believed it. So, he won’t be mad about me fucking you?”

I smiled and shook my head. “No, not at all. I’ll tell him. I don’t keep secrets from him.” I honestly believed my husband would not be mad at me.

“Does he get off on you telling him?” Jermaine asked.

I shook my head. “No. I do, though, and I try to tell him, but he seems not to care.” I giggled again at how I kept trying to tell my husband details of Justin fucking me and the disdain he always showed.

Jermaine smiled. “Kind of takes the fun out of it,” he told me. “The thought of you cheating on your husband with Justin and now me and him not knowing was sexy.”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I lowered my head and ran my tongue over his scrotum and over his large testicles. My tongue ran over his black, coarse pubic hair. I ran my tongue up his long, thick shaft. I circled my tongue over the large mushroom-shaped tip. Jermiane moaned. I then looked up at Jermaine and smiled.

“Is it sexy again?” I teased him.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Suck my black cock, Jennifer.” The young man commanded me.

I smiled and took Jermaine’s cock into my mouth. I had to open my mouth wide to fit him into my mouth because of his girth. Once in my mouth, I started to give the young black man a blow job.

After I gagged a few times due to his size, I placed my hand about four inches down Jermaine’s thick shaft to be able to gauge how far down I could go without gagging. It was not so much his length that I could get down my throat, but the girth that stretched my throat. Once I knew how much I could take into my mouth and down my throat, I sucked his cock.

It was a messy blowjob due to his size, and as I bobbed my head up and down, ran my tongue over the head of his cock, and used my hand to run up and down his shaft, spit ran out of my mouth. Jermaine placed his large hand on the back of my head, just above the nape of my neck. He applied just slight pressure and allowed me to control the blowjob.

When I need to catch my breath, I would remove my mouth from his cock and run my tongue over his scrotum and large balls.

“Fuck, Jennifer, that feels great. Justin said you sure knew how to suck cock, and he was right,” Jermaine told me after I put his cock back in my mouth. I liked hearing him tell how Justin told him I gave a good blowjob.

I kept sucking Jermaine’s large penis for a while longer and only stopped when he gently pulled my head up. He looked down at me, grinned, and lay back on the bed. Jermaine then lifted his tree trunk-sized legs and spread them.

“Justin told me you like licking his asshole,” he told me. “I never had that done and want you to lick and tongue my ass.”

I did do that to both my husband and Justin, and I enjoyed doing it. I placed my hands on the young, black man’s large butt cheeks and spread them apart to expose his butthole. Jermiane’s butthole was darker like his cock and covered with short, coarse, black hair.

I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue, and ran my tongue around his hairy anus. Jermaine made a low moan of pleasure. I licked his anus, running my wet tongue in a circular motion over it, for several moments while using my hands to keep him spread open. Jermiane took his large cock in his large hand and started stroking it slowly.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he told me. “I never would have thought you would be such a nasty white girl, Jennifer. You look so innocent,” he said. He then placed his other hand on the back of my head. “Now get that tongue up my black asshole,” he told me and pushed my head to him.

My nose was pressed against the bottom of his scrotum, and I stuck my tongue as deep as I could in Jermaine’s butthole. Once inside, I started moving it in twisting and circular motions while I made little, whimpering moans of enjoyment. Yes, I enjoyed having my tongue up a man’s butthole. I found it sexy and wickedly erotic. It made me feel dirty in a sexy way.

As I was using my tongue in his butthole, Jermaine started jerking his large cock harder and faster. I tried to put my tongue deeper into his anus, but it was in as far as it could go.

“Ugh…fuck, girl, I’m going cum,” he grunted out. “Put your mouth back on my cock. I want to cum in your fucking mouth,” Jermaine told me in a harsh, commanding tone.

I quickly moved my head and took his enormous penis in my mouth and used my hand to jerk his cock as I sucked on the head. Jermaine made a series of loud, grunting moans as he ejaculated into my mouth. An abundant amount of warm, sticky, thick cum filled my mouth and shot down my throat. I swallowed every bit of his fluid with relish.

After Jermaine’s orgasm ended, I sat back on my heels, wiped my mouth, and picked pubic and butthole hairs out of my mouth. I smiled at the young man as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Jesus…fuck, girl…shit, you’re…God, you’re such a fucking freak,” he told me as he grinned down at me. “I certainly thought Justin was so full of shit. I never would have thought a girl like you would do that stuff.”

I blushed but also smiled. My innocent looks and demeanor, and kindness would fool a lot of people later when my husband and I became swingers. I got up and walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of clean panties, and slipped them on.

“Where are you going?” Jermaine asked.

“I thought I had to take you home, so I was getting dressed,” I answered.

Jermaine shook his large head. “I ain’t done with you yet. Get in bed,” he told me.

The way he talked to me reminded me of how Patrick talked to me when he wanted more sex. Commanding and telling me, and not asking like Justin did. I liked it. I giggled and removed my panties and got into the bed.

The bed in the guest room was a double bed, and with Jermaine’s size, which took up a good portion of the bed, I was forced to lie with my body pressed to his. I didn’t mind. I looked over my shoulder as he put a large arm around me and pulled me even closer. I had a large, floor vanity mirror in the room, and I could see our reflection, and the sight I saw was sexy.

I am not a short person, standing five feet six inches tall, and while I do have a thin waist, I am not anorexic looking skinny, but seeing my body pressed against Jermaine’s huge body made it look like he was holding a small doll. The contrast of our skin color was erotic. I found the site sexy and made a mental note to make sure I looked at the mirror when he was fucking me.

I wanted to see what it looked like with his huge body on top of mine and him thrusting in and out of my pussy. I thought it a shame I would not be able to see his huge black cock going in and out of my white pussy. Another part of my voyeurism fetish I had was watching myself being fucked.

Jermaine and I started kissing. When he started kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples, he put a finger into my pussy as I used my hand and worked his semi-erect cock to get it hard again. He got fully erect quickly.

“Uhh God!” I made a loud grunting moan when Jermaine put one of his large fingers in my butthole.

“Justin said you liked it in the ass,” he told me as he fingered my butthole, causing me to make grunting moans. “I want to fuck your ass.”

“Uhhh…no…no…uhhh God, you’re too big,” I told him. I cried out again when he placed a second finger into my butthole.

“I want my big black cock in your tight white asshole, Jennifer,” Jermaine told me. “I never fucked a girl in her ass.”

As he was telling me what he wanted, Jermaine was using his large fingers inside my butthole. He was thrusting them in and out, pushing them deep inside me, turning them, and spreading them apart. It felt so good! I started thrusting my pussy against his large thigh.

“No, please, Jermaine, please, you're too big for that,” I pleaded. I was scared he was going to force himself into my butthole. If he did, there was nothing I could do to stop him.

Even though I was scared he would try and put his huge cock into my tight butthole, I was still aroused by what he was doing. Jermaine started sucking my nipples again as he finger fucked my smaller hole.

“Fuck me, Jermaine, I need you inside me,” I moaned out.

I grunted when Jermaine removed his fingers from my butthole, and he rolled me over to my back. I spread my legs for him as he knelt between them.

“Not my butt, please, not there,” I told him as he slid his hands under my ass cheeks.

Jermaine chuckled, “Don’t worry, Jennifer, I am not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” he assured me. I smiled.

Jermaine moved his body closer and took his cock in his hand to guide it into my waiting pussy.

“Ohh, God!” I cried out when he penetrated me and cried out again when he made a second powerful thrust to fill my wet pussy with his large cock.

Jermaine lay his large, black body on top of mine and started to fuck me. I placed my arms under his armpits and around his back. He started slow, and I looked to my right at the vanity mirror. I wanted to see what we looked like. Jermaine’s body was so large that all I could see was his body on top of me, my tan legs sticking up, bent at the knees, my arm around his shoulder, and a little of my face and hair.

I watched us have sex for a period of time, wishing I could see more of my facial expressions, but enjoying seeing his huge body on top of mine and his large, wide butt slowly thrusting down into me in a circular motion. The contrast of our skin color was erotic. I briefly had a thought that I wished I had set up our camcorder in a hidden location so I could watch myself and hear myself getting fucked later. Maybe even show it to my husband and Justin.

I wanted to watch more of me getting fucked, but it was hard to concentrate with Jermaine pushing his large penis into my pussy. Then Jermaine started fucking me harder and faster, and I got lost in the pleasure of what he started doing to me.

Just like when Jermaine was fucking me in the hallway, his cock hurt, but just as before, the pleasure he was giving me was greater, and even though it hurt, I didn’t want it to stop.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, it’s so big! Oh my God, it’s so deep!” I cried out repeatedly as Jermaine was fucking me.

“You like that black cock in your tight, white pussy don’t you.” Jermaine told me. It was not a question.

“Yes…Uhhh, God…yes, yes!” I screamed out.

“Tell me, Jennifer, tell me you like my big, black cock in your white pussy,” he told me as he drove his cock deep into me in a single, violent thrust and held it there and didn’t move.

“Uhhh fuck!” I cried out. “Yes, I…I love your big black cock in my white…Ohhh God, I’m cuming!”

My body seemed to seize up as my muscles constricted when I had an orgasm. My fingers dug into Jermaine’s back. I could feel my pussy muscles squeezing and releasing rapidly around his large cock as I orgasmed. As I was cuming, Jermaine still held his cock buried deep into my pussy and started rotating his hips as I called out to God in blissful ecstasy.

“Ugh fuck..uhh, God…ugh fuck! I’m cuming again! Ohh, God, I’m cuming again!” I cried out loudly once more.

Just as my first orgasm was about to end, Jermaine drove two of his large, thick fingers deep into my butthole in a single hard thrust, causing me to have multiple orgasms.

“Are you going to let me fuck that tight, white asshole now?” Jermaine asked me as I was cuming and he was moving his fingers in and out of my butthole and moving his cock in my pussy.

“Yes…Oh God, yes…please…just fuck me more, please!” I told him.

“Promise me,” he said.

“Yes, I promise…just fuck me more first!” I moaned out.

Jermaine then started fucking me again.

“No…no…don’t,” I pleaded as he started to pull his fingers out of my butthole. I wanted him to keep them inside me.

Jermaine chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of my ass. “Don’t worry, girl, I’ll make sure I stretch that asshole out more before I fuck it,” he told me.

Jermaine moved to kneel between my spread legs, lifted them, and put them on his shoulders.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered.

I knew what position he was about to fuck me in, and I knew it was going to make his penetration of my pussy even deeper, if that was possible.

Jermaine grinned down at me. He then used his body weight to push my legs up over my shoulders, and my feet were parallel to my head, and my toes pressed against the cast iron headboard of the bed. I raised my arms above my head and gripped the iron bars of the headboard tight to prepare myself for the fucking I was about to receive. I made a series of whimpers that soon turned into loud grunting moans as Jermaine started to fuck me again.

God did he fuck me and he fucked me hard and violently! Jermaine drove his large cock deep into my pussy with each hard, powerful, rapid thrust. His large body bent my body up like a pretzel. His chest was so wide that I could not put my head to the side of his body, and it was pressed into his hairy chest. My hands gripped the iron bars of the headboard so tight I was sure my knuckles were white.

Jermaine fucked me and fucked me and pounded my pussy without mercy with his enormous black cock. It hurt, God did it hurt, when he dove it deep into my pussy and I thought my guts would be much before he was done. His cock went so deep into me that I thought for a second he might ruin my womb, and I would never have kids. Ridiculous notion, I know, but it did cross my mind for about a second.

It hurt so much that tears ran down my cheeks, but the ecstasy it gave me was even greater, and I didn’t tell him to stop. I could not have told him to stop even if I wanted to. The pleasure was so great I couldn’t form words. All I could do was make a loud, high-pitched screeching sound like a banshee.

Jermaine started sweating profusely due to his size and the exertion of fucking me. His chest became damp and then soon drenched with sweat, and I did my best to lick it off between cries of bliss.

“Take that black cock, you white bitch,” Jermaine said between his loud grunts of physical exertion. “Take that black dick in that tight, white pussy.”

I didn’t care for being called a bitch, but I couldn’t speak to tell him, and due to the pleasure he was giving me, I let it slide for then.

I had another orgasm and then another one, and then less than two minutes later, yet another one. When I went to my doctor years ago when I was naïve about how I would orgasm quickly and multiple times, as I mentioned in my first chapter. She told me I suffered from vaginal sensitivity, which can increase my sexual pleasure. Thank God I am blessed with such a condition!

Jermaine fucked me blissfully brutal for a long time. He slid his hand down to my ass, and I cried out loudly to God when he pushed one and then two and then a third ginger into my butthole. The pleasure of Jermaine twisting and thrusting his three fingers deep in my butthole while getting my pussy pounded without mercy made me have yet another orgasm.

As I was cuming, Jermiane kept fucking me hard and using his fingers in my ass. I had tears running down my cheeks and crying from the combination of pain and ecstasy.

Jermaine suddenly made a powerful thrust into my pussy and held his cock deep inside me as he paused to catch his breath. He was still sweating profusely, and I was perspiring as well.

“Don’t stop…please don’t stop!” I cried out and started moving my hips to encourage him to keep fucking me as he was.

My pussy felt as if it was being stretched to its limit do to the girth of his cock, and my insides felt like mush do to the deep penetration of his length. My pussy was already sore, and even though Jermaine’s large cock fucking me hurt, I didn’t want him to stop because of the amazing pleasure he was giving me.

Jermaine didn’t move, but he started thrusting his three fingers in and out of my butthole rapidly.

“Uhh God!” I moaned out loudly.

“Like that, don’t you?” he asked, even though he could tell I did from my moans and body’s reaction.

“Yes…uhhh fuck…yes! Fuck me, please fuck me, please!” I resorted to begging.

“Are you going to let me fuck that tight, white asshole?” Jermaine replied as he kept finger fucking my butt hard.

“Yes, yes…please just fuck me more,” I

“Promise me,” Jermaine said.

“I promise, I promise,” I assured him. I obviously was not thinking clearly.

Getting what he wanted, Jermiane started fucking me again. He grabbed my legs just above my knees, kneeled between my spread legs, and placed my legs over his thick thighs.

“Let go of the bed,” he ordered me.

I let go of the iron bars on the headboard. Jermaine then pulled my legs hard into his body as he made a hard thrust with his hips.

“Oh my God!” I screamed out when his enormous cock was driven deep into my pussy. Again, it hurt, but the pleasure was greater.

Jermaine slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy, then once again pulled me to his body by my legs and thrust hard into me at the same time. Again, I screamed out to God. Jermaine fucked me like that several more times, and each time I screamed “Oh God!” and I was crying again from both the pain and rapturous pleasure.

“No, I’m going to wear that tight, white pussy out,” he told me after the last time he pulled me to him and drove his cock deep into my body.

I didn’t respond; I couldn’t. I just lay there, panting for air. Jermaine then lifted my legs until they were sticking up, so my body formed an “L” like shape, and my butt was lifted off the bed. Jermaine then stood up on the bed, hunched over me, and started brutally fucking me again.

I had never been fucked in that position before, did not even know there was such a position. It looked awkward, especially for Jermaine, who was standing and hunched over. But it seemed to make his penetration of me even deeper, which I did not think was possible, and it felt incredible. Yes, it hurt me, but as the reader by now knows, I endured the pain because the pleasure was greater.

I could not speak or form coherent words as Jermaine fucked me. The only word that could be heard clearly was God. It was like I was having a religious experience and speaking in tongues as members of my mother’s Pentecostal Church did as they rolled in the aisle when filled with the Holy Spirit.

Jermaine fucked me in that position for a while, and then he pushed my legs up over my head again, used his body to pin them there, and my feet were pressing against the iron headboard. He kept fucking me and fucking me. He was true to his word; he wore my tight, white pussy out. I had two more orgasms; one was another multiple orgasm.

Finally, Jermaine grunted that he was going to cum, and I was relieved because I didn’t know how much more I could take. Jermaine made one more hard thrust into me, made a series of loud grunts, and ejaculated into my pussy.

After his orgasm ended, Jermaine rolled off my body. I winced as I lowered my legs. We were both lying on our backs, our bodies slick with sweat, and panting for air.

I could feel cum leaking out of my pussy to mingle with the large wet spot between my legs. My thighs were trembling, and my pussy was quivering as the muscles of my pussy wall were constricting to close back to their normal size. I just lay there and enjoyed the blissful euphoria of after sex that I enjoyed so much.

“Christ on a bicycle,” I spoke first. “I don’t think I can handle that again,” I said and giggled.

Jermaine chuckled, turned to his side, put his arm around me, and pulled me close to him. I placed my head on his large, wet, hairy chest.

“Well, I certainly enjoyed that pussy, Jennifer. God, I never would have imagined you were such a freak. I thought Justin was full of shit when he told me he was fucking you, and then really thought he was full of shit when he told me how much of a freak you were. I never would have imagined you, of all people, would be so nasty,” Jermaine told me.

I giggled. “Well, Justin has a big mouth. He promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t be mad at him. He didn’t tell anyone but me, and I won’t tell anyone I fucked you,” Jermiane assured me. “At least not anyone you know. That pussy was just too good not to tell someone about,” he added and chuckled. I giggled again.

I wasn’t mad at Justin. I found it a turn on that he bragged about fucking me. I was sure he told some of his other friends, and I thought that was sexy too. It was not like his friends were people I or my friends socialized with.

“I can’t believe your husband knows. Are you going to tell him about me fucking you?” Jermaine asked.

I bit my lower lip and nodded. I was looking forward to telling Patrick about Jermaine fucking me and how he fucked me. It was a turn on for me, and this time I would insist he listen and not let him have sex with me until I gave him all the details.

“You going to tell him how I gave you the best fuck of your life?” Jermaine asked and chuckled again.

“No, because you weren’t,” I told him bluntly.

I was not trying to be mean, and I didn’t want to hurt his ego, but he was not the best fuck of my life. I have had sex with Patrick, Justin, and now Jermaine. Later, when my husband and I became swingers, I would have sex with more than my share of men.

I would have threesomes with two men, be ganged banged twice, been in two orgies, have strangers watch me have sex, and have a train run on me by seven men who fucked me one after another. Three of those men wanted seconds, and all three fucked me in the butt the next go around. But none of that could ever compare to just normal one-on-one sex with my husband. I am now fifty-seven years old, and the best sex I ever had was every time I had sex with my husband.

“Well, give me about ten minutes and we’ll give you something else to tell him when I get that tight little asshole of yours,” Jermaine told me, unfazed by my comment.

“We don’t have to,” I said. “I…can let you fuck me again or use my mouth on you.” I was trying to avoid anal sex with Jermaine.

Jermaine laughed. “Not a chance. You promised me.”

“You coerced me,” I told him, trying another excuse.

He laughed harder. “No, you begged. Don’t worry, Jennifer, I’ll loosen that ass up before I fuck it.”

I bit my lower lip again and nodded. I promised him.

“Oh, don’t call me a bitch again, ok. I don’t like that,” I told Jermaine.

“Sorry, I got carried away, and the last white girl I fucked was into that. Won’t call you that again. I promise,” he told me, and I smiled.

Two names I didn’t like to be called were a bitch and the C word. Being called those two names pissed me off. My ex-boyfriend called me a bitch when I broke up with him to date Patric, and I slapped his face so hard it hurt the palm of my hand.

When I was in my first year of college, I was playing in a summer slow-pitch coed softball team. In one game, I missed a hard-hit ground ball that took an odd bounce in the infield and went over my head. The third baseman called me a stupid cunt for missing the ball because it cost us a run, and we lost the game. After I hit him in the face when I threw my glove at him, it took the pitcher and second baseman to hold me back from attacking him. He was lucky I was not holding a bat.

The ten minutes of waiting turned into about twenty because I was stalling and just making random conversation to avoid the inevitable. Finally, Jermaine was tired of waiting, and his cock was hard again. He started kissing me, and I started kissing him back. I moaned out when he slid a large hand to my butt and once again put a finger in my butthole as he was sucking my hard nipples.

“It’s time for that ass, Jennifer,” he told me.

“I…the lubricant is in my bedroom. You have to use it,” I told him.

Instead of getting the lubricant from my room, Jermaine and I went to my bedroom.

“Get on the bed, on all fours,” Jermaine told me. “I want to play with that sexy asshole for a while as I loosen it up.”

I did as he told me. I liked it when he used the phrase “play with”. Patrick used the same phrase when he would play with my body for long periods of time until I was begging him to fuck me. It was so much fun to be played with.

My anal experience with Jermaine will be continued in the next chapter, as well as the results of how I excitedly told my husband about having sex with my first black man.