The Neighbor- Ch 5
I swear, it was as if Juwon was staring at his watch, counting the days, hours, minutes, and seconds before I would be available again. It was getting out of hand, but I had little to deter him with. I don’t think he realized the sway he had over me, but I was so very vulnerable to him. His youthful charm, good looks, and great cock had me putty in his hands, any time he could get his mitts on me. I wasn’t about to admit this to him, but he wasn’t dumb, either. He understood the lessons I was trying to teach him about being a man with a woman, and he was earning a grade whatever was above an A+.
So the morning after my period cleared up, I awoke to find my husband gone, with a hastily-scribbled note that he was going to be late coming home, and to not wait up. He was hoping to solve via conference call and computer work, a problem that might otherwise require him to travel for a few days. Oh, I didn’t mind if he had to travel every once in a while, it was what the high-level management did. Travel, have face-to-face meetings, then have dinner and drinks, and then back at it the next day. Lather, rinse, repeat until whatever needed to be settled was settled. So tonight I was on my own.
I was wearing a pink satin thong as I made my way downstairs, tying the sash of my short pink satin robe, yawning as I made my way into the kitchen and towards that magical elixir of life, Diet Coke. I hate coffee with passion, and there wasn’t enough sugar, cream, or anything else on Earth to make that bitter taste palatable. So I took another swig from the can and sniffled and wiggled my nose, slowly clearing the cobwebs from my mind as I rejoined the land of the conscious. I had paused in the dining room, only to furrow my brows and look around. Something was wrong. I couldn’t tell what it was, at first, and as I wandered the house, looking for something out of place, or wrong, trying to identify that which bothered me, it dawned on me that what I was hearing was water running. That sprung my feet into motion, as running water was a bad thing if nobody was watching it or knew why. Since my husband had left, it was just me, and I knew I hadn’t turned on the water. Quickly stepping through the house I was rapidly checking sinks and toilets, and then I poked my head into the backyard and saw it was not the pool filler valve. That only left the front yard, and as I hastily made my way there, I paused at the mirror by the front door to give myself a quick look over. What I saw made me gasp.
I looked simply dreadful! So it was the struggle between my outward appearance and the flooding of my house that gave me a struggle, until I muttered "screw it," and used my long nails to comb through my hair and make an effort to look like I hadn’t stuck my hair in a blender and turned it on puree`. Dashing outside, in my robe and panties, I saw Juwon. He was washing my car, as if it was no big deal. Well, it explained the water, at least. I hastily began to be quick, courteous, discrete and invisible, all at the same time.
“Juwon! What are you doing?” I hastily asked in a harsh whisper, not wanting to make a fuss at, well, whatever time it was. I truthfully didn’t know.
“And good morning to you, too!” He grinned, his brown eyes feasting on the nightmare appearance I was presenting him. “And what’s it look like I am doing?” He had stood to his full height and with hands palms-up and shoulders scrunched as if he was confused. I mean, how could I not tell what he was working on?
I stepped to him as he finished rinsing off the hood, making me side-step abruptly to avoid getting my robe wet. I knew it would turn sheer if too much water hit it, and I definitely did not want that! Well, that was what I rationalized to myself, while part of me was thinking ‘damn, how hot it would be for him to fuck me on the hood of my car, in front of the neighbors’?
Reaching him, I had to smile and gently chide him. “Look, Sweetheart, it is kind of you to do this, but don’t you think you might have asked first?”
“Well, I tried knocking on your door…” was his defense.
“Who the Hell answers the door at 6 AM?”
He broke into a smile. “Ahh, someone had too much party last night, huh? It’s a little after nine.”
I was shocked, and my face showed it. Then I looked about. Just in time to see my neighbor across the way out walking her dog. She had paused to give me a disapproving stare. Then she just ‘hmmph’d’ and went on her way. I wasn’t particularly worried about her, and her opinions. We all knew she was slightly out of whack. Her nickname was the ‘Evil Cat Lady’, which was perhaps overly harsh, since she owned a dog. But damn that bitch was nosey! No doubt before lunch she would be posting on social media about how scandalous I was with the black neighbor boy, and wasn’t it disgraceful and so on. If she only knew…..
“Let me get you some towels. If you are going to wash my car, I want it to look good.”
“A’ight” he said as he went back to rinsing.
When I returned, I had gotten a little casual about the sash of my robe, and when I reached out with the towels, I felt the sash loosen completely, and give a complete view of my body. Well, Juwon and anybody else who was happening by. Blushing furiously, I wrapped myself back up, looking around to see who else got a look. The answer was, thankfully, nobody. Juwon, however, was grinning from ear-to-ear.
“So I take it 3 days is up?” he grinned as he spoke.
“Yessss, three days is up…” I almost lamented. “But come over the back way, once your folks are gone. I don’t need anyone else getting suspicious.”
I didn’t even wait for a reply before I turned on my heel and went back inside. Once the door was shut, I almost dove head-long into the shower. I looked like a total wreck! I emerged several minutes later, squeaky clean, but not ready to be seen in public. But that didn’t matter. Nude, I had finished wrapping a towel around my hair when I jumped with a gasp. Juwon was standing there, leering at my nude body.
“Just what did you think you are doing?” I began a cross-examination.
“Nuttin’. Just looking. Looking at what I am about to be in bed with.” He had a kind of smarmy smile that gave away the fact he knew what was going on. He then began to advance on me. I managed to meet him part of the way, so at least I wasn’t standing in the bathroom when he held me.
He looked down at me as I looked up, his dark arms wrapping about my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the fabric of his shirt and shorts against my naked body. The sensations were beginning to make my nipples harden fully, and grow erect. All the while his hands started to softly rove over my body, feeling my tender, pale flesh as he groped my butt and hips with his dark fingers, and then slid around to my chest, managing to worm a hand between us so he could molest my breast.
“This is my bedroom, Juwon, the room I share with my husband. This is completely wrong to do this here.”
“Maybe so, but we’re going to do it anyways…” and he scooped me up in his arms with a swiftness I didn’t think possible, and he carried me to my marital bed, the same bed that I had lain snuggled with my husband only hours before. My towel had fallen off, so I was fully nude as he gently set me on my bed, using a hand to yank the bedding down so it was just me, he and the gold satin sheets my husband and I used to sleep with.
“Juwon, seriously, this is crossing a line. My husband and I make love here. This is like sacred ground to me.” I began as I rose to my elbows, my legs demurely closed, with one knee bent. I had no intention of just lying back and opening myself spread-eagle for him.
He seemed to be ignoring me as he disrobed, first taking his shirt off and then kicking his shoes into the corner, where they hit with a thud. Next came his shorts and boxers, and my eyes were drawn down to that mighty black warrior. I had never really looked at him fully, only portions of him that he exposed to me, and I had to take stock of what I was seeing. It was no wonder why he was so cavalier about taking me on my own bed. He was truly built like a black Adonis. Hair tight, his handsome facial features and bull-neck were perched atop a set of massive shoulders and a bulked up chest. His abdomen was a six-pack of well-defined and chiseled muscle, narrowing to a waist that supported his immense, dangling cock. No doubt, now, he was clearly superior in size to my husband. Probably half-again as long and almost twice in girth. Even as he stood before me, I could see his cock begin to grow. All of this package was supported by this thighs and tight, well-defined calves, and his arms looked similarly developed. He clearly was a man who worked out, almost fanatically. His virility alone was making my mouth water, and probably someplace else, too. I was soon to find out.
Climbing on the bed, he slid along side of me, propping his head up with one elbow while his free hand began to rove my body once more, causing my breath to deepen and my heart to pound. My eyes could only look at his hand, and the complete contrast of black and white. It was so different, so stark and yet so mesmerizing. He slid his hand over each breast, and teased each nipple gently, sending warming waves of arousal over me, as I fell back onto the bed, my arms at my sides. His hand slowly, deliciously caressed down my abdomen and encircled my belly button with his fingertip, causing me to giggle softly, before he departed and went lower, to my landing strip. His thick finger began to furrow and circle around in it as my own hand began to move and slide along his dark skin, feeling the oily blackness that would hide him on a dark night, and yet be the brightest pleasure my body would feel. He lowered his face to mine and I turned to meet him, his lips gently placed on mine, kissing me as I returned it. My voice mewled just a hint as my body was surrendering to the inevitable.
His tongue began to delve into my lips, licking inside my gums as I opened my mouth, and offered my own tongue to swath over his, a sharing of saliva as the two of us would become one. My tongue wrestled for dominance, a battle I wound up losing as his tongue overcame mine and he licked over it, under it, and all around my mouth. He was devouring my lips and I could not do anything but moan in pleasure, for his kissing was so unlike any other man’s. He didn’t just kiss, he consumed, and I was losing myself in his kissing alone. My hand slid down to his and ushered it lower on my body, to my vulva and began to hint at what I wanted, what I needed. My gesture was only momentarily interrupted as I felt his body roll for a moment and the thing I had not been conscious of feeling, his cock, plopped onto my upper thigh, and I thought I could detect a small wetness there. I had a passing thought that I would have to wash the sheets today, when Juwon was through with me.
That thought jolted me for a moment. ‘When Juwon was through with me’. I was suddenly lost in the great internal debate of love for my husband and lust for this ebony God who was about to make me his bitch. But it was too late now, there would be no stopping him, I realized and gave the thoughts a spot on the shelf in my mind’s closet, to think about later. After Juwon was through with me.
Our kissing had grown a bit sloppy as our lips had ceased a perfect seal on our tongues and I could get an occasional taste of his salty sweat as my tongue lapped at his lip, while his fingers began to gently tickle my labia, my petals beginning to swell in anticipation of what was to come. My heat was surely wet by now, I was certain. A fact soon borne out as he using his finger to open them, and then slide along my entire slit, teasing and almost tickling my vagina in ways my husband had evidently forgotten how. Soon after, his finger entered me and his hooked finger-pad began to caress my hot spot, and my voice raised an octave as he began to play me like a fine musical instrument. My lips broke the kiss and I had to use both of my hands to grasp the satin sheet, holding on against the sexual tension building inside me. I was laying there, glassy-eyed as he lowered his head to lick my nipple while simultaneously blasting my body with bolts of joy as his finger continued to invade me.
I was straining, struggling against the feelings he was forcing into me, hoping, somehow to overcome this intensely powerful wash of sensations, until I caved and could not help it. I went from aroused to explosive in minutes and before I knew what was happening, I arched my back and writhed, Juwon’s finger still deep within me as I screamed, a loud wail of passionate release as he had made me orgasm harder than I had experienced in many months. Even harder than the first time he fucked me, or the second, of third, or even fourth. This one was epic, and I was devastated by it, and him. I was flailing and wriggling on the bed as he held me in place simply by his finger, helpless to prevent him from doing it to me again, which he promptly did. I had two climaxes in close succession, and was nearly reduced to crying from it all. How could such a young man do this to me so easily? I never even got the chance to ask, or even stop him.
In one graceful motion, he rose up over me, and drove both of his knees between mine, using them to part my thighs and allow his hot, throbbing black cock to have unfettered access to my pussy. I looked down as I barely managed to raise myself on my elbows, my ears ringing and my chest flushed in a display of my sexual state, sated and yet ready for more. I could see his cock was dripping his pre-cum onto me, starting at my pubic hair and then trailing down as he lowered himself even closer to my crotch. The thick mushroomed head reached my slick petals and he used his hand to usher his manhood to my opening and he slowly began to let gravity take over. I dare not look away, as if it were the oncoming train-wreck no one could avoid seeing, and as I whimpered in discomfort, his cock finally popped in and I began to really feel what this black stud was capable of. My vagina was tight, quivering from the two previous climaxes and he began to thrust in me, small, gentle but incessant movements of his hips that forced my love canal to stretch and to open for him, to make my body take him as far as he wished.
I could see every fraction of an inch as I felt him plundering deeper inside me, the sensations somehow even more ferocious that that first time when he simply manhandled me onto his cock and fucked me in his back yard, under my skirt. I winced as I felt his cock caress my cervix, and let out a deep, slow coo’ing breath, until he managed to slide over it into that tiny gap beyond, and his public bone was against my pearl. I looked up to him, under my brows, as I felt him rest, letting my body stretch to accommodate the whole length and girth of his black baby-maker, as I then began to lay down on my back, and resting my arms overhead in supplication. This young, inexperienced and mostly innocent black man had just conquered his prey, and I was now his to plunder.
He began plundering me by the slow withdrawal of his hips, until his cock was just barely inside my body, before slowly re-invading me, my voice mewing loudly with every breath, as I felt mind-blasting waves of pleasure emanating from my vulva through my entire body. I raised my knees, to better met his thrusts as he was maddeningly slowly increasing his pace. He pushed deeper and deeper, until again his pubic bone punched my clit, the small pearl having emerged from its protective cape, and eager to meet its challenger head-on. Only it was repeatedly defeated, and making my voice whine and whimper as he continued, his arms eventually shifting to hold my legs back over his forearms, his knees bending forward to cradle my pelvis into a very intimate position. My tongue was waggling in the air, as his black cock seized control of my white body, making me his property, his black machine claiming me and making me his bitch. He licked at my flickering tongue and then down my chin to my neck, and that special place just below my ear where I almost crescendo’d in that moment, as his hands were groping and mauling my chest, reducing me to what I truly was. A white female behind completely consumed and mated by a superior black man.
His pace was moving faster, and increasing the tide of raw sexual tension building within me, and I was writhing under him in the throes of ecstasy to the limits he allowed me to move. My tiny fists were white-knuckled as they grasped the satin, the silky and slippery material frustrating my efforts by sliding between my fingers, any effort to get some relief from the feelings his cock was forcing to rush through me. My voice was wailing loudly now, out of control as his cock hammered home, until I could no longer do anything but pray he finished me off before I died from the intensity of his sexual invasion. His hips began to thrust at a frenetic pace and that is when I lost all control, flailing in his grasp as the dam broke, the flood of raw sexual tension flowing through my body and I had yet another orgasm. This one even more consuming than the first. I was wide and wild-eyed, hopeless and helpless as I shivered under him, my skin goose-bumped as every fiber in my body was reacting to his magnificent cock.
My vagina was flexing on his manhood, my body eager to coax his into flooding my womb with his thick, hot, sticky and virile black seed, to fertilize my white-man’s garden and cause my egg to take root in my uterus and begin the process of successfully mating and creating a new life. A black life. His final thrusts were massive and had he not been holding onto me, it felt as if he might launch me across the bed when he finally did spray himself inside me, the thick ropes of his essence coating my cervix as it worked diligently to sip scoops of his cum into my waiting and willing womb. His voice bellowed as he climaxed, coupled with my screaming at my own orgasm made quite the racket, and I had hopes nobody heard us, for there was no controlling my voice. My only salvation being that the windows were closed.
He lay atop of me for some minutes, as my hands finally let go of the sheets and moved to cradle his cheeks, where I could kiss him with as much passion as he gave me. The kiss was long and lewd, and yet demanding to be given, for him as much as for me. I was moaning into his mouth as he gave small, additional thrusts, his body ensuring to deliver every precious drop of his semen. Giving my body every chance to have his baby.
We kissed, the intensity growing softer as we began to come down from the intense shock of orgasms in each other’s arms, and he caressed my face as I caressed his body. Feeling each other and having a form of non-verbal communication that would forever be unique between the two of us. Our biologies were talking to each other as my blue eyes looked dreamily into his brown ones and we just stared into the depths of our feelings and senses. It was in this moment that I became infatuated with my superior black lover.
We made love three more times that day. Each as powerful as the first. It was hard, at the beginnings of night, to ask him to let me up, and do the things I must do to avoid the both of us being caught. But after stripping the bed, and getting the washer going, he invited himself into my shower, and had me a final time that day, standing behind me as his cock massaged my sweet-spot with an intensity I had never known. When I climaxed, he had to hold me up, to keep from falling as my knees buckled, so when he did erupt inside me, I could take his entire load. Our day together ended with a final, passionate kiss in my back yard, with a promise to see each other the next day. I spent the rest of the evening with my head in the clouds, feeling light and even ditzy. My husband came home and even asked me what was wrong with me. I smiled to him, and rose to my tiptoes, placing my arms about his neck and kissing him as lewdly as Juwon had kissed mine just a couple of hours earlier.
“There is nothing wrong, Honey… not a damned thing…”
I swear, it was as if Juwon was staring at his watch, counting the days, hours, minutes, and seconds before I would be available again. It was getting out of hand, but I had little to deter him with. I don’t think he realized the sway he had over me, but I was so very vulnerable to him. His youthful charm, good looks, and great cock had me putty in his hands, any time he could get his mitts on me. I wasn’t about to admit this to him, but he wasn’t dumb, either. He understood the lessons I was trying to teach him about being a man with a woman, and he was earning a grade whatever was above an A+.
So the morning after my period cleared up, I awoke to find my husband gone, with a hastily-scribbled note that he was going to be late coming home, and to not wait up. He was hoping to solve via conference call and computer work, a problem that might otherwise require him to travel for a few days. Oh, I didn’t mind if he had to travel every once in a while, it was what the high-level management did. Travel, have face-to-face meetings, then have dinner and drinks, and then back at it the next day. Lather, rinse, repeat until whatever needed to be settled was settled. So tonight I was on my own.
I was wearing a pink satin thong as I made my way downstairs, tying the sash of my short pink satin robe, yawning as I made my way into the kitchen and towards that magical elixir of life, Diet Coke. I hate coffee with passion, and there wasn’t enough sugar, cream, or anything else on Earth to make that bitter taste palatable. So I took another swig from the can and sniffled and wiggled my nose, slowly clearing the cobwebs from my mind as I rejoined the land of the conscious. I had paused in the dining room, only to furrow my brows and look around. Something was wrong. I couldn’t tell what it was, at first, and as I wandered the house, looking for something out of place, or wrong, trying to identify that which bothered me, it dawned on me that what I was hearing was water running. That sprung my feet into motion, as running water was a bad thing if nobody was watching it or knew why. Since my husband had left, it was just me, and I knew I hadn’t turned on the water. Quickly stepping through the house I was rapidly checking sinks and toilets, and then I poked my head into the backyard and saw it was not the pool filler valve. That only left the front yard, and as I hastily made my way there, I paused at the mirror by the front door to give myself a quick look over. What I saw made me gasp.
I looked simply dreadful! So it was the struggle between my outward appearance and the flooding of my house that gave me a struggle, until I muttered "screw it," and used my long nails to comb through my hair and make an effort to look like I hadn’t stuck my hair in a blender and turned it on puree`. Dashing outside, in my robe and panties, I saw Juwon. He was washing my car, as if it was no big deal. Well, it explained the water, at least. I hastily began to be quick, courteous, discrete and invisible, all at the same time.
“Juwon! What are you doing?” I hastily asked in a harsh whisper, not wanting to make a fuss at, well, whatever time it was. I truthfully didn’t know.
“And good morning to you, too!” He grinned, his brown eyes feasting on the nightmare appearance I was presenting him. “And what’s it look like I am doing?” He had stood to his full height and with hands palms-up and shoulders scrunched as if he was confused. I mean, how could I not tell what he was working on?
I stepped to him as he finished rinsing off the hood, making me side-step abruptly to avoid getting my robe wet. I knew it would turn sheer if too much water hit it, and I definitely did not want that! Well, that was what I rationalized to myself, while part of me was thinking ‘damn, how hot it would be for him to fuck me on the hood of my car, in front of the neighbors’?
Reaching him, I had to smile and gently chide him. “Look, Sweetheart, it is kind of you to do this, but don’t you think you might have asked first?”
“Well, I tried knocking on your door…” was his defense.
“Who the Hell answers the door at 6 AM?”
He broke into a smile. “Ahh, someone had too much party last night, huh? It’s a little after nine.”
I was shocked, and my face showed it. Then I looked about. Just in time to see my neighbor across the way out walking her dog. She had paused to give me a disapproving stare. Then she just ‘hmmph’d’ and went on her way. I wasn’t particularly worried about her, and her opinions. We all knew she was slightly out of whack. Her nickname was the ‘Evil Cat Lady’, which was perhaps overly harsh, since she owned a dog. But damn that bitch was nosey! No doubt before lunch she would be posting on social media about how scandalous I was with the black neighbor boy, and wasn’t it disgraceful and so on. If she only knew…..
“Let me get you some towels. If you are going to wash my car, I want it to look good.”
“A’ight” he said as he went back to rinsing.
When I returned, I had gotten a little casual about the sash of my robe, and when I reached out with the towels, I felt the sash loosen completely, and give a complete view of my body. Well, Juwon and anybody else who was happening by. Blushing furiously, I wrapped myself back up, looking around to see who else got a look. The answer was, thankfully, nobody. Juwon, however, was grinning from ear-to-ear.
“So I take it 3 days is up?” he grinned as he spoke.
“Yessss, three days is up…” I almost lamented. “But come over the back way, once your folks are gone. I don’t need anyone else getting suspicious.”
I didn’t even wait for a reply before I turned on my heel and went back inside. Once the door was shut, I almost dove head-long into the shower. I looked like a total wreck! I emerged several minutes later, squeaky clean, but not ready to be seen in public. But that didn’t matter. Nude, I had finished wrapping a towel around my hair when I jumped with a gasp. Juwon was standing there, leering at my nude body.
“Just what did you think you are doing?” I began a cross-examination.
“Nuttin’. Just looking. Looking at what I am about to be in bed with.” He had a kind of smarmy smile that gave away the fact he knew what was going on. He then began to advance on me. I managed to meet him part of the way, so at least I wasn’t standing in the bathroom when he held me.
He looked down at me as I looked up, his dark arms wrapping about my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the fabric of his shirt and shorts against my naked body. The sensations were beginning to make my nipples harden fully, and grow erect. All the while his hands started to softly rove over my body, feeling my tender, pale flesh as he groped my butt and hips with his dark fingers, and then slid around to my chest, managing to worm a hand between us so he could molest my breast.
“This is my bedroom, Juwon, the room I share with my husband. This is completely wrong to do this here.”
“Maybe so, but we’re going to do it anyways…” and he scooped me up in his arms with a swiftness I didn’t think possible, and he carried me to my marital bed, the same bed that I had lain snuggled with my husband only hours before. My towel had fallen off, so I was fully nude as he gently set me on my bed, using a hand to yank the bedding down so it was just me, he and the gold satin sheets my husband and I used to sleep with.
“Juwon, seriously, this is crossing a line. My husband and I make love here. This is like sacred ground to me.” I began as I rose to my elbows, my legs demurely closed, with one knee bent. I had no intention of just lying back and opening myself spread-eagle for him.
He seemed to be ignoring me as he disrobed, first taking his shirt off and then kicking his shoes into the corner, where they hit with a thud. Next came his shorts and boxers, and my eyes were drawn down to that mighty black warrior. I had never really looked at him fully, only portions of him that he exposed to me, and I had to take stock of what I was seeing. It was no wonder why he was so cavalier about taking me on my own bed. He was truly built like a black Adonis. Hair tight, his handsome facial features and bull-neck were perched atop a set of massive shoulders and a bulked up chest. His abdomen was a six-pack of well-defined and chiseled muscle, narrowing to a waist that supported his immense, dangling cock. No doubt, now, he was clearly superior in size to my husband. Probably half-again as long and almost twice in girth. Even as he stood before me, I could see his cock begin to grow. All of this package was supported by this thighs and tight, well-defined calves, and his arms looked similarly developed. He clearly was a man who worked out, almost fanatically. His virility alone was making my mouth water, and probably someplace else, too. I was soon to find out.
Climbing on the bed, he slid along side of me, propping his head up with one elbow while his free hand began to rove my body once more, causing my breath to deepen and my heart to pound. My eyes could only look at his hand, and the complete contrast of black and white. It was so different, so stark and yet so mesmerizing. He slid his hand over each breast, and teased each nipple gently, sending warming waves of arousal over me, as I fell back onto the bed, my arms at my sides. His hand slowly, deliciously caressed down my abdomen and encircled my belly button with his fingertip, causing me to giggle softly, before he departed and went lower, to my landing strip. His thick finger began to furrow and circle around in it as my own hand began to move and slide along his dark skin, feeling the oily blackness that would hide him on a dark night, and yet be the brightest pleasure my body would feel. He lowered his face to mine and I turned to meet him, his lips gently placed on mine, kissing me as I returned it. My voice mewled just a hint as my body was surrendering to the inevitable.
His tongue began to delve into my lips, licking inside my gums as I opened my mouth, and offered my own tongue to swath over his, a sharing of saliva as the two of us would become one. My tongue wrestled for dominance, a battle I wound up losing as his tongue overcame mine and he licked over it, under it, and all around my mouth. He was devouring my lips and I could not do anything but moan in pleasure, for his kissing was so unlike any other man’s. He didn’t just kiss, he consumed, and I was losing myself in his kissing alone. My hand slid down to his and ushered it lower on my body, to my vulva and began to hint at what I wanted, what I needed. My gesture was only momentarily interrupted as I felt his body roll for a moment and the thing I had not been conscious of feeling, his cock, plopped onto my upper thigh, and I thought I could detect a small wetness there. I had a passing thought that I would have to wash the sheets today, when Juwon was through with me.
That thought jolted me for a moment. ‘When Juwon was through with me’. I was suddenly lost in the great internal debate of love for my husband and lust for this ebony God who was about to make me his bitch. But it was too late now, there would be no stopping him, I realized and gave the thoughts a spot on the shelf in my mind’s closet, to think about later. After Juwon was through with me.
Our kissing had grown a bit sloppy as our lips had ceased a perfect seal on our tongues and I could get an occasional taste of his salty sweat as my tongue lapped at his lip, while his fingers began to gently tickle my labia, my petals beginning to swell in anticipation of what was to come. My heat was surely wet by now, I was certain. A fact soon borne out as he using his finger to open them, and then slide along my entire slit, teasing and almost tickling my vagina in ways my husband had evidently forgotten how. Soon after, his finger entered me and his hooked finger-pad began to caress my hot spot, and my voice raised an octave as he began to play me like a fine musical instrument. My lips broke the kiss and I had to use both of my hands to grasp the satin sheet, holding on against the sexual tension building inside me. I was laying there, glassy-eyed as he lowered his head to lick my nipple while simultaneously blasting my body with bolts of joy as his finger continued to invade me.
I was straining, struggling against the feelings he was forcing into me, hoping, somehow to overcome this intensely powerful wash of sensations, until I caved and could not help it. I went from aroused to explosive in minutes and before I knew what was happening, I arched my back and writhed, Juwon’s finger still deep within me as I screamed, a loud wail of passionate release as he had made me orgasm harder than I had experienced in many months. Even harder than the first time he fucked me, or the second, of third, or even fourth. This one was epic, and I was devastated by it, and him. I was flailing and wriggling on the bed as he held me in place simply by his finger, helpless to prevent him from doing it to me again, which he promptly did. I had two climaxes in close succession, and was nearly reduced to crying from it all. How could such a young man do this to me so easily? I never even got the chance to ask, or even stop him.
In one graceful motion, he rose up over me, and drove both of his knees between mine, using them to part my thighs and allow his hot, throbbing black cock to have unfettered access to my pussy. I looked down as I barely managed to raise myself on my elbows, my ears ringing and my chest flushed in a display of my sexual state, sated and yet ready for more. I could see his cock was dripping his pre-cum onto me, starting at my pubic hair and then trailing down as he lowered himself even closer to my crotch. The thick mushroomed head reached my slick petals and he used his hand to usher his manhood to my opening and he slowly began to let gravity take over. I dare not look away, as if it were the oncoming train-wreck no one could avoid seeing, and as I whimpered in discomfort, his cock finally popped in and I began to really feel what this black stud was capable of. My vagina was tight, quivering from the two previous climaxes and he began to thrust in me, small, gentle but incessant movements of his hips that forced my love canal to stretch and to open for him, to make my body take him as far as he wished.
I could see every fraction of an inch as I felt him plundering deeper inside me, the sensations somehow even more ferocious that that first time when he simply manhandled me onto his cock and fucked me in his back yard, under my skirt. I winced as I felt his cock caress my cervix, and let out a deep, slow coo’ing breath, until he managed to slide over it into that tiny gap beyond, and his public bone was against my pearl. I looked up to him, under my brows, as I felt him rest, letting my body stretch to accommodate the whole length and girth of his black baby-maker, as I then began to lay down on my back, and resting my arms overhead in supplication. This young, inexperienced and mostly innocent black man had just conquered his prey, and I was now his to plunder.
He began plundering me by the slow withdrawal of his hips, until his cock was just barely inside my body, before slowly re-invading me, my voice mewing loudly with every breath, as I felt mind-blasting waves of pleasure emanating from my vulva through my entire body. I raised my knees, to better met his thrusts as he was maddeningly slowly increasing his pace. He pushed deeper and deeper, until again his pubic bone punched my clit, the small pearl having emerged from its protective cape, and eager to meet its challenger head-on. Only it was repeatedly defeated, and making my voice whine and whimper as he continued, his arms eventually shifting to hold my legs back over his forearms, his knees bending forward to cradle my pelvis into a very intimate position. My tongue was waggling in the air, as his black cock seized control of my white body, making me his property, his black machine claiming me and making me his bitch. He licked at my flickering tongue and then down my chin to my neck, and that special place just below my ear where I almost crescendo’d in that moment, as his hands were groping and mauling my chest, reducing me to what I truly was. A white female behind completely consumed and mated by a superior black man.
His pace was moving faster, and increasing the tide of raw sexual tension building within me, and I was writhing under him in the throes of ecstasy to the limits he allowed me to move. My tiny fists were white-knuckled as they grasped the satin, the silky and slippery material frustrating my efforts by sliding between my fingers, any effort to get some relief from the feelings his cock was forcing to rush through me. My voice was wailing loudly now, out of control as his cock hammered home, until I could no longer do anything but pray he finished me off before I died from the intensity of his sexual invasion. His hips began to thrust at a frenetic pace and that is when I lost all control, flailing in his grasp as the dam broke, the flood of raw sexual tension flowing through my body and I had yet another orgasm. This one even more consuming than the first. I was wide and wild-eyed, hopeless and helpless as I shivered under him, my skin goose-bumped as every fiber in my body was reacting to his magnificent cock.
My vagina was flexing on his manhood, my body eager to coax his into flooding my womb with his thick, hot, sticky and virile black seed, to fertilize my white-man’s garden and cause my egg to take root in my uterus and begin the process of successfully mating and creating a new life. A black life. His final thrusts were massive and had he not been holding onto me, it felt as if he might launch me across the bed when he finally did spray himself inside me, the thick ropes of his essence coating my cervix as it worked diligently to sip scoops of his cum into my waiting and willing womb. His voice bellowed as he climaxed, coupled with my screaming at my own orgasm made quite the racket, and I had hopes nobody heard us, for there was no controlling my voice. My only salvation being that the windows were closed.
He lay atop of me for some minutes, as my hands finally let go of the sheets and moved to cradle his cheeks, where I could kiss him with as much passion as he gave me. The kiss was long and lewd, and yet demanding to be given, for him as much as for me. I was moaning into his mouth as he gave small, additional thrusts, his body ensuring to deliver every precious drop of his semen. Giving my body every chance to have his baby.
We kissed, the intensity growing softer as we began to come down from the intense shock of orgasms in each other’s arms, and he caressed my face as I caressed his body. Feeling each other and having a form of non-verbal communication that would forever be unique between the two of us. Our biologies were talking to each other as my blue eyes looked dreamily into his brown ones and we just stared into the depths of our feelings and senses. It was in this moment that I became infatuated with my superior black lover.
We made love three more times that day. Each as powerful as the first. It was hard, at the beginnings of night, to ask him to let me up, and do the things I must do to avoid the both of us being caught. But after stripping the bed, and getting the washer going, he invited himself into my shower, and had me a final time that day, standing behind me as his cock massaged my sweet-spot with an intensity I had never known. When I climaxed, he had to hold me up, to keep from falling as my knees buckled, so when he did erupt inside me, I could take his entire load. Our day together ended with a final, passionate kiss in my back yard, with a promise to see each other the next day. I spent the rest of the evening with my head in the clouds, feeling light and even ditzy. My husband came home and even asked me what was wrong with me. I smiled to him, and rose to my tiptoes, placing my arms about his neck and kissing him as lewdly as Juwon had kissed mine just a couple of hours earlier.
“There is nothing wrong, Honey… not a damned thing…”
