It was a breezy summer day, slightly overcast but perfect weather for working in the yard. Being a fair skinned ginger, I like to avoid harsh rays when I can. I was out weeding my flower bed and dead set on getting some color into my landscape. As I worked, I heard voices coming from my neighbor's yard. I peered over my shoulder to see two young men of about eighteen years old, chatting. They carried on as they walked to a car on the street, I did my best to mute them.

I continued with my work, totally oblivious to their conversation. The boy who was leaving yelled over to me and made a lewd comment about my ass. I didn’t give it any thought, although I felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed. I continued on with my work drowning out the rattle coming from his mouth.

Just as I was finishing for the day the neighbor boy, Jerry, came over to offer an apology for his buddy’s behavior. We chatted a bit, then I headed off to put my tools away and go inside. I couldn't stop thinking about that guy and his comment about my butt. What he wanted to do to it and I was feeling flustered. How dare he.

Hot and sweaty from my work I decided to grab a shower. As the water fell upon me, that black boy's words began entering my head again. I started to get miffed. How dare he be so bold as to say things like that. My anger slowly subsided and my thoughts turned to lust, I got aroused. It was awkward having lustful thoughts of another man. Doubly so with a boy half my age.

In all my relationships I had never strayed or considered cheating. I had always been the dutiful partner. My focus was solely on the person I was with. I never desired to be with another. But, there I stood the water cascading down over me, getting turned on. The more the water fell, the more I fantasized. My mind went to places I never thought possible and my hands moved down between my thighs.

I began having naughty thoughts about being royally fucked by a young black man. Him taking me in the yard. Savagely ripping off my shorts and making me his dirty, white slut. Fucking me furiously in front of the neighbors and God himself. As my fantasies filled my head, my fingers dug into my pussy. I imagined his towering frame over me, taking me. His glistening black flesh mounting my pasty peach skin. My body called out for a release, it wanted a climax.

With my legs parted wide, I feverishly tried to bring myself to an orgasm. One hand rubbing my clit while the other reached up and took the shower head from the cradle. Reaching out, I pressed one hand against the wall and the nozzle against my pussy. I let the pulse of the water take care of me as my mind fantasized about the young man. His hard, pulsating cock pummeling my little pussy. Stretching me and forcing his penis further in.

It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before I climaxed. My body shook, my legs were weak as I came down from the orgasm. As those feelings of lust subsided, my mind slowly came back to the reality of my married life.

Once satiated and dried off, I retreated to my bedroom to get dressed. It was very hard to get my jeans on. My legs trembled from the high my masturbatory shower gave me. The rest of the day my thoughts drifted off to that young man. Each time, I’d think about those peering eyes on my backside, I’d find myself running my hands over my pussy. Oh my God, what was I thinking about? I’m married damn it!

As my week progressed, I found my thoughts focused on duties at work and at home. No more thoughts of infidelity and lewd behavior. I regained my focus and was back to being the steadfast wife. I went on with my life like nothing happened. The week was ending and my husband talked about us doing more planting in the garden. As he spoke those dirty thoughts come rushing back again. Damn him!

I can’t describe how horny I got. Just thinking about those young men leering at me got me hot. Thoughts of every naughty scenario played in my head. I thought of things that I wanted to happen. Things that a married lady shouldn't dwell upon. An overwhelming rush came over me, I needed another massive orgasm. As I sat in my seat listening to my husband's plans I was secretly rubbing on myself. I was doing my hardest to bring on another orgasm.

After I left work on Friday, I called my husband and suggested he go by the plant store and get the things we agreed on. This way I was free to take care of a need of my own. All day long I had thought about me working in my flower bed. I would be on my knees and seeing that young man again. I had thought about how I would tempt him with my butt and hoped he took the bait. I wondered if he would notice me and what would he say this time. I was extremely horny.

When I got home I couldn’t open the door fast enough. I needed to take care of business. I was peeling my clothes off as I ran to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and feverishly manipulated another mind-blowing orgasm. Being as aroused as I was, this one came on easily for me. Finally satiated, I got myself composed and prepared dinner. As dinner cooked, and my husband was still out, I had time to peruse the internet. I found sites dedicated to interracial porn.

I dared to see first hand how my visions were captured on film. The more I watched the hornier I got. I began losing all self-control and seemingly my inhibitions. I found lots of videos of big black gentlemen fucking little white bitches. I began fantasizing I was the lady taking that dick. My pants found their way around my feet and my panties down over my thighs. Arched back in the chair, I fingered myself to another climax.

Later on that night, I was reading a gardening how-to book but my lustful thoughts were distracting me. They kept taking over and I was thinking about how I could make this fantasy a reality. Yes indeed, a week has passed I have become obsessed with being the object of lust to a young black male. I wanted him on me and more importantly in me.

The question was, did I have the fortitude to go thru with it? Cheating is not in my DNA or so I believed. I put a plan of action together. I would be out there in the shortest shorts I own. I was prepared to show off as much skin as I could get away with. The shirt I decided on was a thin, white tank top. When the shirt becomes wet, and under the right lighting, it could very be translucent. I didn't plan to wear a bra either. I wanted him to see as much as possible. Having created my plan I needed to talk myself into it. It wasn't hard.

Saturday came, and the weatherman had forecast a day of extreme heat. Damn it! Redheads and sun are not the best of friends. I had to start my planting early. In my anticipation, the minutes seemed like hours and the hours seemed like an eternity. Every so often I would look toward the neighbor's house to see if anyone was there. When the sun was directly overhead, and I couldn't take any more of the heat, I called it a day. I was a bit disappointed that the guy never showed. Relieved in a way, but disappointed none the less.

My husband had been working alongside me the entire time. If the boy actually saw me doubtful he'd said anything anyway. I remember thinking about how let down I was. He never visited his friend, and more importantly, he didn’t come to see me. Damn, I just can’t win. For whatever reason I got angry. I starred at my husband disdain. If he wasn't out there working in tandem maybe the guy would have come over. Maybe fate was intervening.

From that Saturday morning until the next weekend, my days were consumed with desires. My lustful obsessions had become the forefront of everything. I was forgetful at work, at home, everywhere. My thoughts had taken over and I couldn’t keep a clear head. I couldn’t think straight and everything was a mess.

The following weekend came with heavy rain. Gardening was out of the question along with some public teasing. My rotten luck, the object of my desire did drop by to see his friend. I felt defeated so I toiled around the house. When I could be alone I looked up more interracial porn. In my quest for erotica, I also found story sites. That entire weekend I indulged with adult films and short stories. For several days they became the surrogate to my “fantasy man”. Before too long, the urge to cheat had passed. He became a memory, and I became sore.

The end of that month we were awarded another sunny weekend. However, I had no gardening plans. Looking outside I saw that familiar car, he had come to see his friend again. What to do, what to do? I wanted to prance, I wanted those “wolf whistles”. I wanted some black cock! So I said to hell with it. I put on my gardening clothes and told my husband I was going out to play in my flower bed. He passively waved me on.

Heading out the door, I had mixed emotions. As I took each step toward the side of the house, I got more and more jittery. I was having reservations about what I was about to do. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my entire life. Here I was about to just throw myself to a guy I don't even know. I wasn't certain if he’d even have me. What have I become? I rounded the corner to the side of the house, it's the moment of truth time. I tossed my hand tools to the ground and toyed with the dirt. I was outside for about an hour and finally, he came out.

As he made his way to his car, I heard those magical words. He bellowed out, ”Damn, baby, I want some of that ass!”

At that moment I felt all my energies drained. A wave of lust washed over me. and I liked the feeling. For a moment I forgot about my vows. The oath I made before family, friends, and God himself. I had forgotten about my husband in the house and the wedding band I was wearing. I wanted to be desired and I wanted to be a slut. When I regained my faculties I was panicked for something to say. I knew I had to do or say something, so I made the snarky comment, ”You couldn’t handle it if you got it!"

There; match, set, point. I returned to my tilling with a smirk on my face. I was proud of myself for going for it. I also wanted to see how this back and forth banter would play out. I made a few more snide comments just to test the waters. Soon after, I heard the unmistakable shuffle of feet on the grass. He became bold and walked over to me. He began to tell me the things he’d do to me. Things my husband would never do. So he’s observant, he’s aware I’m married. He told me all those dirty words I wanted to hear.

I played off his banter like a silly school girl. I would laugh at his come-ons and such. The more he tried the more I played like I wasn't interested. I let it be known I was much older than he was and questioned could a boy handle an older woman. I kept prodding him, I wanted to see how far this would go.

As he carried on, I too got bolder. With every claim he made, I had some sort of come back. Our exchanges went on for a while, then I noticed it. He was getting aroused in his jeans. Oh my fucking God! I have never in my life seen something that big other than a toy or in a film. He was literally swelling in his jeans and it was because of me. The outline of his penis snaked down his left leg. It was huge and I wanted it!

Being the older adult I had to diffuse this and fast. We were getting carried away. It was what I wanted, and seemed good at the time. There is a time and a place for everything and that wasn't the appropriate setting. I proceeded to remind him he’s too young by patting him on the head and saying, “Run along Jimmy."

As he strutted away, he called out, "Frederick, my name is Frederick!"

That moment I decided the age difference and my wedding band weren't much of a concern.

My object of desire was young, black, and very well hung. If that’s not a dilemma, tell me what is? A married and mature white suburbanite had lustful feelings for an incredibly younger boy. That's like a soap opera. In hindsight that’s pretty messed up. I relished the fact that I was desirable to someone other than my husband.

A gloomy Tuesday evening, I had pulled into my driveway. The rain was falling something fierce. I struggled with my keys, purse, and a bag of groceries when I heard Frederick’s voice. He darted over to me to help get my bags inside. Upon entering the house, I heard the shower running and I called out to my husband that I was home. Fred carried my groceries to the kitchen. I followed him checking out his form.

As I was putting things away I thanked him for the help. I opened the refrigerator door and as I bent down to put the lettuce in the crisper he came up behind me. For the first time, I felt him on me and was pressed into my backside.

There it was, it was finally going to happen. He took the initiative and I like that in a man. We were on the precipice and there was no going back. I was about to cross that line and I didn't care. I wriggled my ass on his groin, gyrating against his growing cock. Knowing full well my husband was in the shower, and we could be caught at any time. Lust had definitely taken over.

I turned, righted myself and looked up at him. I remarked about his gorgeous brown eyes. I never noticed how pretty they were. I tilted upwards and moved in for a kiss. He scooped me up and our mouths met. Our tongues dancing within each other's mouths. I was passionately making out with my new friend and enjoyed it immensely. Ever aware that my husband could emerge from the shower, I whispered to Fred’s ear, "We have to stop."

His hands were all over my body and mine were on his. We kissed like passionate lovers. One hand slid under my top and he pawed at my breasts. I had been wanting this since that chance meeting. Here I am in his arms not wanting to let go, and yet I know I have to be the adult here. I broke away and told him, that we needed to find a place and time where we can meet to be alone. I assured him that I wanted to be with him. Before we headed outside I jotted down my number.

The rain had become a light drizzle, so it wasn't too bad to stand in it for a minute. As he was sitting in his car, I pressed myself against his seat. We talked briefly and I felt his hand go straight to my pussy. My panties were soaked sticking against me and I was on fire.

That uncomfortable feeling was replaced by his hand rubbing me through my jeans. I widened my stance to give him better access to me. I allowed him to rub on me for a couple of minutes then made a hasty retreat back inside. As I dashed back to the house I hoped no one saw anything.

I returned to my home and greeted my husband with a kiss. The same lips that were on another man a few minutes prior. I made dinner, cleaned the kitchen and relaxed on the sofa. The rest of my evening was uneventful. After my indiscretion earlier, how could a night of watching reruns be anything but? Then I felt a jolt. My phone letting me know there was a text. A solitary question popped up.

It read, "Vanessa?"

I replied back,”Yeah who is this?"

Several minutes passed, the reply came through. "It’s Frederick”

So through the rest of the night, I coyly texted my new-found lover. Anytime my husband would ask who it was, I lied and said it was a coworker. That's when the realization hit me that I had become a certified cheating slut and I loved it! We exchanged dirty texts back and forth. Telling each other the details of our desires. Then I received a message that I’ll never forget. He begged and begged for me to take a nude shot of myself. I refused in my responses and he got bolder and bolder in his demands.

The final one told me, “Do it, you dirty white bitch. I wanna see those fat titties!"

Oh damn! Those words were just the coaxing I needed. I was a dirty white bitch. I was now his shameless slut. I was primed to do it, but I wanted to see how far he’d go. I told him I would if he would, then the phone became silent. A couple of hours later, I got several images on my phone of him and all his glory.

If Adonis is black, then his name is Frederick. A chiseled six-foot-two-inch frame, six-pack abs, rippled muscles, a complete package. His chocolate skin was adorned with, I guess you would say, bad tattoos or jailhouse ink. The best part though was the biggest, hardest, black cock I have had the privilege of seeing. Then again it was my first one aside from adult films.

Not to be outdone, nor shy away, I slid off to the bathroom. I stripped totally nude and I snapped several pics of me in various poses, including close-ups. I wanted him to see what he was going to have. I sent several nude shots to him for his approval. He evidently approved, because he told me he jerked himself off looking at my pictures. I was now fully at ease with the situation.

I returned to my seat next to my husband, wondering why I didn't feel any shame? The next day, I receive a text from Frederick with possible dates and times we could get together. We agreed we’d meet over an extended lunch at my house on Monday. I was horny now and wanted to fuck but I had to be patient. Besides that, it gave me enough time for me to get things in order. Or back out if need be. It was going to be a long five days.

Finally, Monday had come. The days leading up to this adventure, I had set aside articles of clothing that I considered wearing. I wanted to be sexy for him. I hunted for the sexiest "office worker" outfit I could assemble. I rarely would dress up for my husband. My lust had consumed me to the point I had all but forgotten what marriage meant. I was going to cheat and though I felt a bit of remorse, my desires spoke louder.

The morning dragged on and on and the hands of the office clock were moving at a snail’s pace. When lunchtime finally came, I couldn't drive fast enough to get home. When I saw my house I also saw Fred parked on the street. I called him, letting him know to give me a few minutes before coming up to the door. I had to make sure my husband wasn’t there. After making sure all was clear, I rang him telling him to come on.

I let him in and quickly shut and locked the door. No sooner than I had turned to meet him he picked me up and kissed me hard on the mouth. Again those “butterfly feelings” in my tummy and lust in my heart. As he carried me down the hallway to the bedroom, I was trying to shimmy out of my clothes. We didn’t have a lot of time, and I didn’t want to waste it.

He put me down on the ground and I was stripping as fast as I could. Everything was off in a flash. I remembered thinking other than my doctor and of course my husband, Frederick was the first man who’s seen me naked in a great while. He ripped his clothes off although he left his socks on. God, I hate that. And true to the pictures he was magnificent. We resumed our embrace and kissed a while longer before I was shoved down to my knees.

Down on the floor, I was now facing his massive penis, with its eye winking at me. Looking up at him with apprehension, I wrapped my dainty hand around it. Boy, oh boy, I could barely get my fingers around half of the girth. It was wide, thick, pulsating and all mine. Looking once more at him, I took my first taste.

At first, I pursed my lips over the tip barely letting my tongue tease around the head. Slowly I was taking more and more in. Finally getting my mouth around it, albeit uncomfortable, I did my best to give his cock a long sensual blowjob. It was sloppy at first, and I do give good oral. I pride myself on my fellatio skills. It was just so big it was difficult to find a technique that worked. Luckily for me with my under-bite, my tongue can slip out easily. So, I sucked and licked with my tongue lapping along the underside.

My hands gripped his thighs as he groaned in pleasure. He was standing above me with his hands on the back of my head pushing me into him. I was doing my best not to choke. 'Is that was asphyxiation is? Choking on a black teen’s cock?' I continued sucking, and jerking him the best I could, though I had to stop. My jaw was hurting. He reached down and helped me to my feet and I hopped up on the bed.

I laid there on my marital bed, sprawled out about to enjoy my new lover. At this point I had no shame, I didn't care anymore. This was uninhibited lust and I was enjoying the feeling. Frederick was the one I wanted. Every day, all day in me or on me. My fingers intertwined in his, I pulled him down onto me. I whispered into his ear reminding him we didn’t have a lot of time.

We kissed, licked, nibbled and bit one another. He worked his way down while my legs were hooked over his shoulders like stirrups. He was eating me, literally. He was biting on my clit and chewing. My heels were digging in his shoulders, I have never felt that and God, I was loving it. He continued to gnaw on me. I was bucking, tossing around like that girl in the “Exorcist”.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, “God damn it. Fuck me!"

He slithered up and pressed his cock at my opening. I asked him if he brought a condom, to which he said, “no.” The next words frightened me and delighted me at the same time. I was scared I might be impregnated but quickly threw caution to the wind. Especially after he said, ” I want you pregnant with my kid. You will be my baby's momma."

I pushed myself into him, taking everything he had in one thrust. Let me tell ya, it hurt like hell. I screamed and tears welled in my eyes. After getting used to the feeling, I began to enjoy the pummeling. For a younger guy, he had control though lacked stamina. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he was doing to me. I writhed on the bed, pushed to meet his thrusts and took the fucking I have never had.

My arms hooked under his, pulling him down on me. Wrapping my legs around him, I let him assault my pussy. His body slamming against mine. Every inch pushed in me felt like a hot poker. His sweat was mixed with mine as his body lay on me. I was his fuck toy and he knew it. He continued to hammer away on me, I felt him tense up and empty every ounce of cum inside me.

It seemed as soon as it started it was over. I could go for hours but time prohibited more. I ached, I was weak and damn my pussy was sore. I felt Frederick’s cum ooze out leaking out onto the bedspread. We again embraced and kissed for a while longer before I told him I had to get back to work. I promised him, we could do this again if he remained silent. No one could know. He swore he’d never tell, which I found out later was a lie.

We dressed, said our goodbyes, and he went on to his car. I stayed around for a bit to tidy up and try to conceal any evidence. Including the cum-stained bedspread. As I was exiting my home, I noticed he was still parked at the curb. His car had died so I offered him a lift home. When we got to his neighborhood, I saw nothing dilapidated housing all but forgotten about by the city and the owners. I bet I was the only white girl in a two-mile radius.

All the people that were outside, stared at the white woman with the black teen in her car. I’m sure they knew exactly what happened and their suspicions were confirmed after Fred and I made out in my car. Upon arriving at his apartment building, I couldn’t help notice all those delicious black men. We hugged and kissed bye, I told him I would text him later on. He entered his house and I sat in my car lusting over all those men. I wondered if they were all that endowed.

The rest of my day was uneventful. I finished work, went home and played the role of the faithful wife. I was tempted to text my new friend but didn't want to push things. After dinner, I curled up on the sofa with my husband knowing full well Fred's dried cum was stuck on my thigh. I felt exuberant that I had cheated and gotten away with it. I was sort of proud of myself in a weird way. I went on with my nightly ritual before bed mildly angered I hadn't heard from Frederick the rest of the evening.

Next day my baby blues popped open from my sleep and the first thing I did was grab my phone to see if Fred had texted throughout the night. Not a peep. I was conflicted if should I reach out or not. I talked myself into the thought it was a one-time thing and to let it go. I had cheated, and I should get back on track with my everyday life before someone gets wise.

I decided to let reason be my compass and to put all those thoughts out of my head. Days turned to weeks and weeks became months before that fateful chime from my phone. There was Frederick sniffing around once again. I went weak in the knees and knew I had a problem. He made me forget the problems of my life yet he was creating a new set of issues. I was conflicted.

I called him when it was safe and I could talk. We agreed to meet in the parking garage of my employer. At night the garage is virtually empty so it was the perfect place to use as our playground. I called my husband and told him that I was working late and didn't know when I'd be home. As the day drug on, a part of me was looking forward to this. The other part, however, was thinking of every excuse to back out. My lust got the better of me but I had told myself after this no more cheating.

8 pm came and I was sitting in my Jeep when I saw Frederick's car approaching. The top level of the garage provided a lot of privacy, I mean seriously who wants to park up there if they don't have to? He parked, got out of his car and jumped into mine. We hugged, we kissed, we pawed at one another like teenagers. It was like a reuniting of two long lost lovers. We were all over each other and again I had all but forgotten my husband at home.

I unzipped Fred and did my best to swallow his growing cock with a gear shift in my way. My lips engulfed him, head bobbed and tongue lapped until he was as solid as possible. I stopped sucking and told him to come on. I got out of the Jeep and went to the front. Reaching under my skirt I slipped my panties down and bent over the hood offering up my pussy to him for the last time. He got up behind me and sunk his pole into my waiting hole and fucked me senseless in the night air. I was overcome with lust I didn't care if we were caught by security. The way I felt, the lustiness of my actions, the guard could have had me too.

Frederick hammered my little pussy from behind drilling deeper and deeper with every thrust. His girth widened me and though he drove me to multiple orgasms, my pussy began to hurt. My feet and legs strained to help my body reach the tall hood of my vehicle. He kept pushing deeper and before long the pain began to feel good.

I screamed, "Fuck Me, fuck me, fuck me," at the top of my lungs and the echo of my voice carried in the valley of high rise office buildings.

I had climaxed several times before Fred came inside me. I reached back to hold him in. I wanted Frederick to stay in me like a cork to ensure his seed wouldn't leak out. I wanted to feel him as I drove home. I laid there across the hood spent and overheated. As our blood pressures leveled out we slowly got dressed. We exchanged our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Driving home, I kept promising myself that was the last time as his ejaculate slid down my leg.

I got home, kissed my husband and my daughter and checked in on their days. I lied about mine obviously. I made something to eat, talked with my family and not once did my thoughts fall back to my sexy black friend. At bedtime I was satiated, sore and content I made the right decision concerning my affair. I had resolved my inner issues about cheating and knew I had to live with the guilt. As so long no one found out, I would harbor the secret until I died. Well, so I thought.

It was the following Saturday that things came to a head so to speak. Again, I was in my yard working, mindless of my surroundings, when Jerry the neighbor, approached me. He showed me a video that Frederick created on Snapchat. The tale-tell signs of this wanton white lady taking some young black cock.

There was no denying that was my curvy body, red hair, my voice screaming, "fuck me," and my Jeep.

I coyly smiled at Jerry and asked,"Who's she?"

My question coaxed a chuckle from Jerry and he told me all about how everyone on Fred's list got to see him fuck me. I should have been humiliated or mad, I saw it as I was an instant porno star. I watched the clip and my lustful whims began filling my head again. I looked at Jerry's smaller stature and thought to myself, one more time won't hurt.

I questioned Jerry to see if he was interested and of course I got a resounding yes. So there in the yard, while my husband and kiddo were in the house, I was yet again making plans to cheat. We exchanged numbers as we said our goodbyes and I came to the realization I was addicted.

Like Frederick before him, Jerry demanded nude pics of me. So I happily obliged and gave him a full view of the goods. These pics were far more brazen than the ones I had taken before. I posed with toys in me, wide pussy shots, and full body shots I made sure everything was captured for his approval. I wanted him to want me.

He returned the favor and I got to see him in all his glory. Though not as endowed as Frederick, he sported a wide girth. At five-foot-five-inches, he was closer to my five-foot frame than Frederick at six foot two. He had some muscle definition but not as defined as Fred's. Jerry sort of reminded me as a dark fire hydrant; short n' stocky. We set a date for the upcoming Thursday.

The days leading to our first meet, Jerry kept in constant contact; several texts and calls at all hours of the day. He got demanding and insisted that I be at his beck and call. It didn't matter if I was having dinner with my family he wanted my attention. It was actually thrilling that a man other than my husband had this kind of control over me. I did the best I could to respond while avoiding suspicions. In the waiting days, I became more and more aroused knowing this guy would have me. Even if it was only once.

The day came and I pretended I wasn't feeling well. I called out at work and played up my supposed illness at home. My husband suggested that he'd stay home and baby me, but I talked him out of it. When I was finally home alone I got myself ready. I bathed, got dolled up and put on some lingerie I had decided to wear. Right on time, the doorbell rang, opening the door Jerry stood. I invited him in and quickly shut the door before prying neighbor eyes saw something.

We stepped into the living room idly chatting. As we made our way through to the hall, he grabbed me and spun me around. His mouth attacking mine and his hands mauling me. We kissed like long lost passionate lovers. I begged him to slow down and reminded him we had lots of time. That didn't stop him. His body pressed on mine, pushing me backward toward the sofa. As I fell backward he fell on top of me.

Breaking off the kiss he said, "Damn bitch, you look fine!"

Yes, I had become a slut and I'm about to get some black cock again. He rolled off me and I quickly rose to my feet taking his hand in mine. I lead him back to my bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. I climbed on top straddling Jerry and let my butt and hips gyrate across his groin. I could feel his penis harden under me as I peeled off his shirt. My mouth trailed down his lips to his neck then worked downward to his chest.

As my lips made their way south he reached up and ripped the sheer black top off of me. My breasts sprung free. His mouth attacked my breasts as he tried ripping my panties off. I fed him my breasts as I feasted along the side of his neck. I licked and gnawed on his neck and earlobe. His hands all over me, and I was sinking into him.

Breaking off the kiss, I pushed myself upright and adjusted my position. Looking down on him and smiling I laid my body against his and slid down to the floor. My hands unfastened his jeans tugging them to the ground. My mouth found its way over his boxers and I was lapping his cock through the material. When I felt he was rigid enough my hands pulled him out through the flap. My lips targeted in on his penis, wrapping them around the head, I began giving him a long, wet blowjob.

As I sucked on his cock and got accustomed to the width, he put his hand on the back of my head. He forced me further down on him. Gagging and wanting air he kept my head firmly placed. After a few seconds of struggle, he'd let me go just to repeat the same. This went on for a while. Each time I tried to bring him to orgasm using my mouth he would force me down on it. When he had enough he said,"Get up slut."

I had risen to his waiting arms to be thrown face first onto the bed. He viciously ripped my panties off and got up behind me. One push into my waiting pussy and his entire length firmly planted inside me. He pushed deeper and deeper while holding me down onto the mattress. His assault on my pussy only made me hotter. I had never been taken like that and my body responded. The need and the urgency boiled over as I bucked against him.

I met each of his thrusts with earnest. He would call me names like whore and bitch and I would devour every word. I was his for the taking. Like a jackhammer, Jerry fucked me ferociously. With a guttural growl, I heard him exclaim,"I'm cumming," and I pushed back to make sure he came inside me. My legs locked around his body holding in me not letting go. I wanted his seed in me.

I felt blast after blast hitting my inner walls and his warm seed swishing around. Spent, he collapsed on top of me kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders. I was ready to go again and he was, a hit it and quit it, guy. He hopped off me as I gasped for air. When I started to compose myself I noticed he had got dressed.

He reached out for me pulling me up to my feet in my tattered clothing. We were both a couple of giggling fools. Leaning in to kiss him, I began to feel different about all this. With everything I felt before, with the indecision and the guilt, it was clearing my mind. I rationed it as harmless fun and if no one found out so much the better. I became more at ease with what I had done.

As I escorted Jerry to the door, we discussed possibilities for future engagements. Becoming more comfortable with the situation and I became bolder and self-assured. With the door wide open for the world to see, I kissed Jerry as if he was heading off to work. I stood there in the open doorway wearing the torn lingerie and my boobs hanging out. I had the just been fucked hair-do, and my makeup was melted off. I didn't care. I really didn't.

That was nine years ago. I still meet with Frederick about once a month. Jerry has moved off to college but he still gets with me whenever he comes home. I've also found a few more lovers since. Some were one time flings and some for when that need strikes me. In my awakening, I have found out more about myself and what I enjoy.

Hi folks, I came here via another site that went kaput. For better or worse every story I tell is true so don't judge too harshly. People always said, write what you know. So, to me, confessing my indiscretions through erotica is less humiliating than seeing my priest and cheaper than a therapist. I hope to reach a new audience, captivate your mind, entice your fire and maybe make nifty friends. If you enjoy the read and look for more, please let me know. 

Hugs, kisses and some extra naughty lixXx

Vanessa