I, the Man, will not take up the time of my readers by detailing the circumstances under which Alice, the Maid, roused in me the desire for vengeance which resulted in the Way I adopted and which I am about to relate. Suffice it then to say that Alice cruelly and unjustifiably jilted me! In my bitterness of spirit, I swore that if I ever had an opportunity of getting hold of her, I would make her voluptuous person recompense me for my disappointment and that I would snatch from her by force the bridegroom's privileges that I so ardently coveted. But I had to dissemble! Alice and I had many mutual friends to whom this rupture was unknown; we were therefore constantly meeting each other, and if I gave her the slightest hint of my intentions towards her, it would be fatal to the very doubtful chances of success that I had! And so successfully did I conceal my real feelings under a cloak of generous acceptance of her action that she had not the faintest idea (as she afterwards admitted to me) that I was playing a part. But, as the proverb says, everything comes to the man who waits.
She is getting larger and larger in my life to the point of being unbearable. Not that she actually does anything to interfere with my life. Her very existence distorts the lens, through which I view the world. I don’t know how I can ever get rid of her. But that has to happen soon.
She moved in with her husband next door about 6 month ago. She is in her mid to late 20s. She is pretty and has a nice figure and all that. But the way she dressed and the way she moved her body was what drove me crazy most. She always wore extremely short dress that barely covered her rear. Our condominium complex sits at a raised plot and there is a flight of stairs from the street leading up to the entrance of the complex. Sometimes when I happened to see her walking up the stairs, I would look up from the bottom of the stairs, and enjoy the incredible sight of her miniscule underwear cutting deeply into her flesh. I had rarely spoken to her. She knew that I lived next door, and we would say hello to each other, but that was all. Not until two weeks ago, when one coincidence triggered a chain of events that would eventually alter the whole situation, did I imagine myself even talking to her in a friendly way.
On that day, I was away from my regular work attending a seminar, which ended earlier. So I was coming home around 4 pm. When I walked up the stairs and stepped on to the landing across my condo, I saw her in her business attire, standing in front of entrance of her condo, looking completely lost. I said without thinking, “Hi, is there anything wrong?”
She turned around and looked at me surprised and said “Oh hi, um, I seem to have dropped my key somewhere and I cannot get in.” Fortunately the window for the bathroom that was facing the corridor was unlocked. I brought a chair from my place, removed the window panes, climbed up and went inside head first. I fell inside the bath room. I stood up dusting off my pants; I went around and opened the entrance from inside. She thanked me and asked me if she could anything in return. Then she suggested she could cook something for dinner. Normally I would say NO because I have a wife and two children. But they happened to be visiting my wife’s parents place. And she also said her husband was on a business trip and won’t be back for another 3 weeks. I immediately accepted the invitation.
I went home, changed to T-shirt and shorts and went back to her place. She greeted me in her T-shirt and short cotton skirt. Her shirt that leaves 10 cm of her midriff exposed was so tight that it accentuated her oversized breasts. As she turn around let me in, her round buttocks, which were tightly wrapped in her skirt, swayed left and right as if to say “grab me”. I instantly felt pressure building up between my legs, and I was afraid it would become visible through my shorts.
She came back from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and said, “I just started the rice cooker, but it will be a while before the rice gets ready, so let’s have some drink”. We sat down on the sofa and started drinking the wine.
She was a lot more talkative than I had imagined. She told me boring stories about her girl friends, her husband and her boss at work. I pretended that I was listening, but the focus of my attention was on her round breasts that bobbed up and down every time she moves her arms. When she stretched out across the coffee table and pour my glass, I could enjoy a glimpse of her well developed breasts through the neck opening. I got only distracted from them when she re-crossed her legs; then my entire consciousness pinpointed on the dark pocket in between her thighs. She tugged on her skirt once in a while but that didn’t do little to prevent it from wrinkling up as she carelessly moved her legs.
I realized, after what seemed like only a few minutes, two empty wine bottles were already staring at me from the top of the coffee table. Having drunk on an empty stomach, I felt quite drunk, lightheaded and dizzy. She poured the last bit of wine into my glass, and said “I’ll cook something good for you”. As she tried to stand up, she wobbled and crutched the back of the sofa to prevent herself from falling, smiled, then staggered towards the kitchen.
From where I sat, I could see her standing at the kitchen, her back towards me. I was watching her slow and wobbly movement for a while. Every time she bent down to reach the lower drawer or pick up something she dropped on the floor, I was hoping that I could see inside her skirt between her well shaped thighs, imagining myself sticking my hands into the darkness and fondling her buttocks. I felt pressure building up in my crotch and pushing the front part of my pants. Without realizing myself, as if pulled by some imaginary string that is attached my nose, I stood up, tottered towards the kitchen.
I stood right behind her and watching what she was doing over her shoulder. Sensing my presence, she turned her head towards me and said, smiling, “you need something?” “No, I’m just watching what you are doing” A waft of her perfume hit my nostrils and stimulated my primitive instinct, which was starting to takeover my rational self. I felt my manhood is pushing hard on my pants and I knew I was standing dangerously close to her. When I realized that my body was not steady, it was too late; her rear brushed against my engorged front part as she turned her body to reach some vegetable to work on. I knew my face was turning red. I felt my ears burning, and beads of sweat rising around my neck. But alcohol must have numbed my rational senses, I kept standing there. To my surprise, she continued on as if nothing had happened. I felt my heart beat getting faster.
I felt a violent urge to just hug her from behind and squeeze her breasts, and I felt difficulty breathing. By now her buttocks and my lump had come in contact a few times as she peeled and washed potatoes, busily moving between the sink and the cutting board, which she set right next to the sink; but she didn’t seem to even notice it. With the help of alcohol boosted libido, I touched her buttocks, pretending it was the other part of my body and accidental. She continued cutting up a large potato. I touched her bottom again; this time more deliberately. I was not sure if she hadn’t noticed it or just pretending. But she continued cutting up her potato without even flinching.
I became bolder, and I touched her again; this time gave a little squeeze. I was pretty sure this time that she had to notice, unless she was sleeping or something. My heart beats were getting faster and faster; the thumping of my heart became so loud that I was afraid she could hear it. I stood there breathing heavily, waiting for something to happen. But she continued working with her kitchen knife and said, nonchalantly, “you don’t have any vegetable you don’t like, do you?” as if nothing had happened.
I don’t remember if I said anything, but I do remember next thing I did –emboldened by her reaction, reaching under her skirt, gingerly stroked upper part of her thigh and her buttocks. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that she was wearing a thong (T-back). Her soft flesh was so smooth and felt like omochi to the touch. As I head the sound of her cutting up a carrot continued as a clock work, I couldn’t take my hands off from her skin.
I felt my blood pressure was shooting up and felt dizzy. As black spots started appearing around the corners of my vision, I thought I was going to fait. My heart was pumping at the maximum capacity and I was losing myself. “Heck” I thought, despite myself, rather calmly, “she knows what I’m doing and doesn’t seem to mind at all”.
Determined, I slowly started lifting her skirt. Her hand seemed to have slowed for a moment; but soon the rhythmical tapping sound started coming off the cutting board. Not only that, as I lifted her skirt all the way up to her waist, she even stuck out her luscious round bottom towards me and wiggled slightly in a lustful manner. I stood there speechless and captivated. It was a most amazing sight –The string of her tight thong panties cut deep into the soft flesh for her large round buttocks. The soft cheeks of her butts were bouncing slightly up and down left and right as she moves, screaming a desperate plea, begging me to grab them, burry myself into them and get lost in them. I felt a titillating sensation filling up in my pulsating member pushing hard on my pants front, signaling it was going to explode any minute.
I took a deep breath and got down on my knees and held and caressed her bottom with both hands. Then I buried my face in the valley between the two round flesh mounds, and took a deep breath. The smell of her sex rushed in to my nostrils. It was accentuated by the slight but distinct sharp scent of her anus. I thought I was going to black out.
I held onto her thigh for a moment not to loose balance. I then eased my fingers down towards her most sensitive part along the string of her panties, my face still buried. “My goodness” I thought, as I discovered her intimate part dripping wet and the part of her panties cutting into her slit was drenched from her love juice. I couldn’t resist the temptation to stroke her all slippery crotch.
I could no longer hear the chopping sound off her cutting board; in stead, I heard a slight panting overhead. Her buttocks swayed sensually side to side as I stroked her slippery slit, rolling my face with them. It was not difficult for my finger to find a hot welling entrance of her love. The finger tip slid in, a sigh of pleasure escaped from her mouth. My lower body was taken over by the pleasant sensation and I too felt quite wet.
As she pushed her buttocks against my face, I felt I was losing my mind. I held it there until I could no longer withstood; then I detached myself from her bottom and slowly got to my feet again.
She stood there quivering, her hands on the counter, head pulled all the way back, eyes closed, luscious lips parted slightly. Over her shoulder, I saw her large breasts heaving up and down. As I unzipped and pulled down my pants, my hard-on sprung up glistening all 20cm of it. Then it rested comfortably on her round rear as I lean closer to her to reach and grab her breasts from behind. Her breasts were amazingly soft to the touch. As I had suspected, she didn’t have her bra on and as I caress them the nipples rose up longing for more attention. She scrambled to the hem of her shirts and lifted up, exposing her well developed breasts, and took my hands and placed them over them.
I enjoyed the soft and smooth sensation of her bare breasts. It was incredible. As I twiddled her nipples, she let out an ecstatic “Uhuuuh” and twisted her body in pleasure. I could no longer hold back my urge to penetrate deep into her. After I pulled her panties all the way down with both hands, I held her hip with one hand use another hand to guide my hard stick, moved down the wet and glistening tip along the crack of her buttocks past her anal entrance. The tip of my manhood found the juice welling, lustful hungry entrance in her hot slippery crack.
My hard part was screaming to get inside, and she also stuck out and wiggled her rear end hopelessly, but I held there for a little longer and savored the moment. She finally begged me “I want you inside now, please”. Responding to her desperate plea, I held her hips with both hands, and ever so slowly, started pushing my way into her soft body. As I bury myself inch by inch, a deep and long sigh of gratitude escaped from half parted her lips. “Hunnuuuuuah”, she moaned. I felt my member inflated even more inside her. The titillating sensation of her hot flesh fastening tightly around my shaft was indescribable. She stuck out her buttocks further to get more of me as if a drowning man desperately trying to reach for the surface. I drove myself deeper to feed her burning desire. “Oh My God” she said, “feels Sooooo Goooood!”
Unable any longer to control my own urge to go full blast, I started moving my pelvis back and forth. Slowly at first, but gradually picked up speed. The erotic sound of her panting and moaning was synchronized with rhythmical slapping of my body meeting her bottom, reverberating in the kitchen to stimulate our libido even further. “Huh, huh, huh, huh, aaaaaaaan, it feels gooooooood, it’s going so deeeeeeeeep aaaaaaaaan” she moaned.
I moved my hands over to the front of her body and started squeezing her breasts. “uuuugh, oh gosh, feels soooooo goooood, I am going crazy” she said moving her buttocks in a circular motion, squeezing my uncontrollable shaft. It was incredible. I never had a sex like this with my wife or any women I had slept with in my life. Her hot tunnel contracted and squeezed me in a wavelike motion reminiscent of the movement of a gigantic worm; and her entire body also moved like a wave and pumping her own pleasure into me through the part of our bodies joined together. And I felt almost as if my lower body became part of her, feeling every twitch of her muscle and every ounce of pleasure she had.
I felt like I was in a sweet dream, the one you never wish to wake up from. We rocked together back and force; our hips swung together in unison as if in a carefully choreographed dance of love. I lost the sense of time and felt peaceful and calm for a moment. Then, without warning, I sensed a sudden rushing of my blood into my genitals, a warning sign that the end of the dream was imminent. In an attempt to make this paradise last longer, I stopped myself for a moment and tried to think of something unpleasant like my boss’s face. But she, now holding my hands, rubbed my palms against her breasts, shaking her head left and right like a mad woman, screaming “Noooooooooo, don’t stooooop, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME HAAAAARD”. Then she started moving her hips back and force frantically, screaming “Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stop. AAAAAAAAAAH”
My mind went completely blank, I could only feel the intense pleasurable sensation generated by the tight pressure of her flesh around my near exploding sex organ and I felt dizzy as if all my blood drained out of my brain and rushing to my genitals in anticipation to the inevitable moment. “Ah, Ah, Ah, I’m coming, I’m coming AAAAAAH” she screamed in delirium, moving her body even harder and faster, “come with me, give it to me inside, huh, huh, huh. PLEEEEEEEEAS.” As I neared climax, all the sounds started fading away from me and her panting and screaming felt far away, and I lost the sense of direction and felt as if I was floating in a violent stormy ocean.
I heard her scream, “AAAAAAAAAH, I AM COMIIIIIIING” coming from somewhere outside my consciousness. Then all of a sudden, I felt an acute pleasure rushed in through the narrow channel that connected us together; and in the next moment, I was completely engulfed in a huge tidal wave of heavenly bliss. I felt my whole body became a big hydraulic pump and started pushing my sperm filled fluid into my hungry partner. While I was pumping it out, her whole body was contracting violently in an uncontrollable state of ecstasy. As the spasm of our muscle became synchronized, the pleasure brought to me with every contraction of my body became amplified to the level almost unbearable. We stood there, moaning, panting, saying something incomprehensive, with my shaft deeply inserted, pumping my love fluid into her. We let our bodies convulsed together rhythmically in a long succession of twitches, which lasted for what seemed like hours.
When I finally came back to my senses as the storm of pleasure subsided, I noticed I was still had my arms around her, clasping tightly, her breasts in my hands. There was a paddle of slimy liquid under our feet. I felt messy and sticky all over from whose bodily fluid, I don’t know. Then I heard her started sobbing. I tried to detach my body from hers, but she grabbed my hands again determined not to let go. I gave her a squeeze which was returned by her squeezing at my body part still inside her. Then she turned her head and sought my mouse. We kissed, a long messy one. Her tongue moved in my mouse, still hungry, like an underwater creature. I felt a fire started burning again in side me.
After that, we made love a few more times before both of us got exhausted and dropped around 4 o’clock in the morning. We spent most of the next two days (luckily Saturday and Sunday) joined together at the genitals, except when we needed to go to the bathroom and took care of our physiological needs. We even ate meals in copulation.
You may think we were crazy. May be we were, but we just couldn’t stop. Our love got escalated to the point of being shocking to most of the people. I can talk about what kind of heart stopping fun we have been having, but I will keep it for another time.
Since that weekend, my mind has been completely occupied by the image of her voluptuous body moving sensually moaning. I just couldn’t get my mind off the images of these large breasts pushed against my face or round buttocks banging on my lower body. And these images kept my underpants wet with what they call “pre-cum”.
Even now with my family and her husband back, we keep seeing each other. We go to the hotel during lunch ours. Sometimes, I even skipped work pretending that I was sick and went straight back to her condo and made love until the evening just before her husband would come home. Several times, we even had sex in our storage room down in the basement of our condominium building. But obviously I cannot go on like this forever.
I will come back and tell you what happened after that. But until then, have happy love life.
My bra fell away as Anthony unsnapped it, and in moments my rock hard nipple were bared. Without even touching my nude tits Anthony reached down and pulled my thong to one side, exposing my incredibly soaked and hungry cunt. Rapidly, I pulled him close to me and guided his stiff cock up against the wet folds of my cunt, gasping for breath, frightened that Helen or Joseph would suddenly walk in and catch us, and yet frantic to get the big beautiful cock inside of me. With a moments desperate fumbling Anthony pulled my skirt up over my hips, then I rocked my hips forward, and in one long gliding motion Anthony slipped his rock hard cock into my cunt. Beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he seemed to have trouble breathing, then pulled his cock half way out and jammed it into me deep. I moaned, almost a gasp from the impact, and pulled him in to me, and I began to rock my hips, rubbing my aching clit against the base of his hard cock. Instantly Anthony began pumping his cock rapidly into my body, and I gasped in short sharp breaths.
Tomoaki told Eri to step into a bath when quickly entering the room. 「Yes. It promised. It has understood. 」 Eri entered the bathroom determining it. When Eri is taking shower nakedly, Tomoaki has entered there by the stark-naked. Body got used to seeing in practice and game of strengthening. And, genitals that floated the blood vessel and were erected. Eri witnessed man's penises other than father for the first time. It was too powerful, and grotesque. "・・・・・ Eri ・・・・・・・" Tomoaki was watching Eri in the obsessed expression. ".., Tomoaki.. H" Eri tried to cover the shower and to cover the face with the throwing away person. Pshaw, and however, Tomoaki was a strong do clasp of Eri's wrist, and led to with my Otintin. Eri's palm touched genitals to which Tomoaki had erected. The touch was hot more than thinking, and firm. Tomoaki employed Eri when it kissed Eri's lip, raised, and took it to the double bed. Eri was useless though had said "Unpleasantness" or "Stop it". When Eri was thrown out to and the bed, Tomoaki attacked it. Do the clasp of the wrist, the lip and the breast were breathed in to the suppression desire, and it set it up. And sex strongly appealed to Eri's ..battering piece.. body and.
It seemed to be crushed by the body and Eri was wriggling , saying that "It was A, and ..encounter.. Atsu" while becoming it Tomoaki's "Ah ‥ Eri ‥ ..love.. Tsu" . muscularity. The breast with good shape of Eri was massaged and the palm of Tomoaki who was holding moved below. When the finger is appropriated to a certain Vagina between groins bellying those, Tomoaki is always violent ..Onane.. early and is as for Eri's Vagina. Gtu and Nututsu. Eri's lovejuice makes noise. Tomoaki kissed Eri's cheek. Severely Tomoaki Eri's vagina was slided the body dividing Eri's foot, and struck a pose about missionary position. It is ..Eri's Vagina.. ..peeping... vomit the secretion liquid by Tomoaki's Ne of a moat the first grade of high- schoolTomoaki watched Eri. The body was made to stick by the stark-naked both. " "Tomoaki" and "Eri ‥ loved Tsu" Tomoaki did the piston at a dash when shouting. At the moment carried out by Ztuutsu Tomoaki's penis, Eri felt the extreme pain carried out from the vagina to the head with a burnt spit. I did not think that it was such painful to lose the virgin.
Tomoaki slowly started the piston action. Ztu Gtu Tunutsu ・・・ It wriggled by saying of Tomoaki's hot Ocoha fully in Eri's vagina that it was this. Eri felt a pang of pain in the vagina. "Was it painful?" and "..‥.. yes of ..floatage.. ," Eri said in the voice that seemed to cry. Tomoaki continued the piston putting up the mouth to Eri's cheek. It is Gishigishi and a grating bed in a dim light. Tomoaki concentrates on the penis all senses and has narrowed view. It is not any longer in this year of Eri or the head. Eri reached orgasm, and secreted lovejuice further in the vagina. Tomoaki's penis also received stimulation, and it gained momentum the piston action because Eri's vagina had shrunk. 「Ah Is it Eri, is it Eri, and is Ryoucoai ? Tsu ah. 」Doputsu. Pu. Putsu. Tomoaki . reached orgasm in large quantities, it practiced asceticism for one month in Eri's vagina, and it ..sperm that had waited for.. ejaculated. Eri felt the sperm of lukewarm Tomoaki filled in my vagina momentarily at the time of having stopped Tomoaki's . movement. Eri secreted hot Ieki in Tomoaki's muscle and body odor further without the prospect while being encompassed. Tomoaki pulled out the penis from the vagina when Eri's face was wrapped and it kissed easily and lay down next to Eri. Eri who raped and had been done by Tomoaki "Ah" . was making it tired out. It was attacked by strange pleasure somewhere though the head was faint. The sperm of Tomoaki white impure from Eri's vagina hung down with Torori. Blood was stickily attached to the sheet. 「Eri. Shower bathing in furnace. Because there is still time」 Tomoaki whispered to faint Eri in the arm.
>>199 ソフトだけど刺激的なの見つけてきたぞ! The Chamber of Secret Delights っていう題(うまいっ) "Whoa," he protested, feeling his magic wand stiffen uncontrollably into a steel rod. フーア と彼は抗議した、彼のマジックワンドが 抑えきれないくらい硬くなって鉄の棒になるのを感じながら ... "Enchanted dildo, automatically seeks and stimulates the prostate," 魔法のディルドよ、じどうてきに前立腺を探して刺激するの。 explained Hermione in a matter-of-fact tone. とハーマイオニーは当たり前のことのように説明した
愛知県 nova GABA のブロガー ex-boyfriend the other day. He has asked someone's help and advice, like me... Because he is really worried about his job these days. Such as he's thinking of going to quit his job and so on. To tell the truth, I broke up with him about 5 months ago. He's 5 years yonger than me. He graduated from university in Nagoya,and decided to start new job in Osaka last spring. After few months later, he got transferd to Nara. He was really busy from then on. (He is still busy now) He couldn't take a day off,and had to work overtime. So it was so hard to keep relations between him and me at that time. But we still keep in touch by e-mail once in a while.
I wish I could help his matter. But I couldn't advice to him easily... I hope to it turns out well!
I'm sorry for writing my poor English diary. Thank you for reading.
White 46 year old blond housewife, in great shape from working out everyday, interested in sexual role playing and living out a number of sexual fantasies which involve my tight white cunt and still fertile womb being used as a potent cum depository by much younger (18-22) or much older (60 or older) well hung to very well hung black guys - including groups. And to have it all unfold and happen while my 4.5" endowed cuckold husband, who is not gay, watches and does nothing to stop it (it turns him on). This present interest of mine also includes my being forcefully stripped, firmly manhandled and molested (tit grabbing/squeezing - forced and relentless finger fuckings, etc.) until I'm forced into a slutty stage of arousal, and then forced to submit to repeated black power fuckings (risking pregnancy) right in front of my husband's eyes (all WITHOUT real violence and pain). It would also be more enticing for me, and no doubt my wimp dick husband... if you throw in a alot of verbal humiliation in my husband's direction specific to his puny white cock size and his being a fucking wimp dick in that his white wife needs the superior cock size and potent cum of blackmen to satisfy her and get her pregnant. Additional turn-ons for me include: being spoken to in terms and language that a married white submissive black cock loving slut should be spoken to (the more graphic, filthy, and descriptive the better, starting with your return e-mail to me), and pictures of young or old black men power fucking and/or breeding the cunts and wombs of white women. If you want me to respond back to you more quickly... attach your bio when you e-mail me and provide me with your e-mail address. I'm also open to exchanging.
>>275 >White 46 year old blond housewife とか >being used as a potent cum depository by much younger(18-22) or much older (60 or older) well hung to very well hung black guys の部分が何とも想像力をかきたてるね。
Jonah was undoubtedly Susan's favourite. Although he was quiet, he was young and full of life. He was spontaneous in bed, totally uninhibited, and completely in tune with Susan's sexual makeup. When they fucked (and I witnessed it maybe six or eight times) they were like one body. Susan often said (and still says) if she could have another child (she's 45 remember) it would be by Jonah.
"We don't just fuck, you know," she said. Her legs were spread and she kept them wide apart as she drew them up, bending her knees so she was in the perfect fucking position. Her hand was down gently rubbing her swollen cunt. "Jonah's 19 years old and he's fucked me what 25 times maybe? But sex isn't everything with him. And it isn't everything with me."
"I love Jonah in a very different way," Susan explained. "Partly like a lover, partly as a mother, but mostly as a very dear friend. He's given me so much by fucking me to such unimaginable heights. A mixture of pure uninhibited animal lust and vulnerable, unconditional love -- or maybe respect. I don't know. It's like being worshipped."
I have heard from many of you lately after reading my last post where my husband Shawn, after almost 20 years of marriage and three children, had decided to get a vasectomy and yes, I am off birth control.
Many have asked how did this all come about? Well, my daughter Carol had completed her freshman year in college and I came to pick her up on a Friday night. Carol has been seeing a young black man about two years older than her away at college- I don't wish to give his name here- but we'll call him "Jamal."
Jamal is a very handsome young man and his younger brother, I will call him "Juwan" will be attending the same school next year, was spending some time with him there to get acquainted for college life next year. Both are very attractive young black men.
Jamal will be attending summer school there, while Carol will not. The four of us went out to dinner to get to know each other and I found both men to be as intelligent as they were handsome. Despite his youth, with his good looks and manners I was quite taken with Juwan. We seemed to get along very well, as I did both men, though it was friendly. Little did I know what awaited me.
After it was over, Carol told me that she wanted to spend one last night with Jamal. I am certainly not a prude and understood completely, but Juwan had been staying with him in his dorm and this led to a bit of awkwardness until Carol suggested I entertain Juwan.
I was to later learn this was something of a set-up by Carol and Jamal, but I understood and was quite flattered that a young man still in his last month of high school would be interested in spending quality time with a 44-year-old married woman such as myself.
So here I was, alone with a young, handsome black man, while Carol and Jamal enjoyed their last night together. Spring was in the air, and so was romance. There was a natural flirtation as we took a walk together and I invited Juwan back to my motel room after I bought a bottle of wine and chilled it in the ice that you get from the ice machine at a motel.
Yes, okay, it was wrong. But can you blame me? Here was this 6-2, really sweet and sexy 18 year old and I was supposed to entertain him. You put it out of your mind, but you know what your own daughter is doing, and while most of the time the age difference would have kept talk to a minimum it turned out that we had lots to talk about- from my daughter and his brother to the natural progression of talking about sex. I admitted my previous affair with a black man, his virginity (not that suprising since Jamal was obviously alpha here) and then, well . . . I suppose the wine and nature took it's course.
Yes, I made love to him! First I remember taking the initiative by sitting in his lap and we started kissing, then more passionately. Soon his hands instinctively found their way under my summer dress. He tasted my lipstick, I pulled off his FUBU shirt to find a muscular chest, and I had to have him!
I would take a young black man's virginity! With my dress down at my waste and my breasts still in a bra (I was a bit nervous about sag) I moved down, removed his sneakers and socks, pulled down his pants, and he was sitting on the bed naked before me.
His cock was large- maybe about 8 1/2 inches (could it still be growing)? I had to suck it, I had to honor his virility, and I gave him his first blow job. His moaning egged me on.
This continued for several minutes but I could feel my juices flowing. I had to have him! I knew Shawn would be excited to hear about this when we got home! His young cock was twitching but I wanted my own pleasure- so I stood up, removed my sandals with a modest heel, pulled down my panties (the full kind- but I didn't know what was going to transpire when I dressed at home!) and then the rest of my dress and lay down on the bed.
I remember saying- "Take me Juwan! Become a man!"
Did he ever! In the missionary position I took him in and orgasmed almost instantly- as did he! He was so excited! But so was I!
To answer your question- yes- he did come inside me. But I was on birth control at the time so I was safe. Still, the thought did occur- birth control isn't 100%. All those old feelings re-emerged in me and the VERY naughty thought of Juwan knocking up a woman on his first time became rather intoxicating! I put a pillow under my butt hoping- wanting- as we held each other and I rejoiced in making my young lover a man.
Of course, an 18 year old is full of energy and quite virile and so we enjoyed a second fuck- this time much more gentle and loving and wonderful. We tried all sorts of different positions, doggie style for instance, before holding each other and kissing each other we looked into each others eyes with him on top of me and my legs intwinted around his butt in the missionary position and he came into me again, telling me he loved me. I was very touched- what we were doing was wrong but still so right. We slept in each others arms.
In the morning we showered together and the wonderful skin contrast as well as his young hard body excited me again. The amount of time he spent on my breasts did my self-confidence about getting older and such wonders. We were worked up again and I knew I wanted to have a present for Shawn as well as a great story so after the shower and with him standing and myself lying back on the edge of the bed with my legs on his shoulders he gave me his third full load of our time together. Again, I knew it was wrong, but I didn't take my pill in the morning and he was in the position to leave ALL his sperm in me. After a bit of cooling down and holding we realized the time and then went to meet Carol and Jamal for breakfast before loading up the car and taking my daughter back home.
I knew we both had black sperm in our pussies but then again I knew we were both protected. Still, though I dare not mention it aloud as, yes, mother and daughter compared notes in the car after a VERY entertaining breakfast where we all played dumb but still giggled the whole way through, well, the thought did occur.
CSWP once insinuated that like myself, I would like my daughter to have a black baby. Well, after she's married, if that's the way she would like to go, naturally I would be delighted. But I don't want her ruining her life and becoming a single mother, either. But the thought that maybe- because birth control wasn't 100%- that we both could have been inseminated that night by black brothers was HIGHLY intoxicating. And, after all, Jamal could marry Carol afterwards and everyone in my family, though I still don't know how we'd pay for it, well, they'd be elated to see me knocked up with a black love child!
And yes, this is where Shawn got the idea for his own snipping in the middle of this past month! I told him all about my affair and even though our daughters knew what was going on Shawn enjoyed my soupy pussy- licking Juwan's sperm out and including his own in a marathon Saturday lovemaking session. I even told him of my pregnancy fantasy- which Shawn did agree that although Carol is too young and had her whole life in front of her- if our birth control did fail- brothers knocking up a married mother and daughter- the younger one on his first time- what a bonding experience for the brothers and Carol and myself!
Soon afterwards Shawn, himself, brought up the idea of the vasectomy, myself going off birth control, and dating black men. I realized I wasn't getting any younger and if this was ever going to happen for me to have a black baby, the time was now. We soon flushed all my pills and in a safe period for me Shawn enjoyed shooting his sperm into me for the last time early in the month in a very loving coupling that every husband and wife should have (along with a love child, of course).
And to answer another of your questions, no, Juwan's sperm did not take and neither, thankfully, did Jamal's. I care very much about my two daughters and want only the best for them. And though one is a woman now and the other soon will be upon my urging they have gone to the patch. This way I can make sure they don't throw their lives away with this most intoxicating and fulfilling fantasy that I WANT to turn into reality!
Still, that is where I am at now. I am drinking orange juice with every meal for the folic acid and am unprotected and will be for the rest of my life.
And I am seeking black men to date, with Shawnny's loving approval!!!!!!