I was shocked for a couple of seconds by her words. Mrs. Jennings had never said anything like that to me unless I encouraged her to. I liked it. I liked hearing her sass and dirty talk I did not have to provoke her into saying. I hoped Mrs. Jennings would continue the dirty talk the rest of that night and in the future.
I now had to prove to her that all my talk was not just arrogant boasting. I was more than willing to take up the challenge. She wanted to be fucked like a whore then I would fuck her like a whore.
I reached down and removed her hand from my cock, grabbed her other hand with my free hand, pushed her arms above her head, and raised my hips so my large penis was just an inch from her pussy entrance. I then took her small wrists in my larger right hand and took my cock in my left hand and lined it up with her pussy.
“Uhhhgh! Oh, my God!” Mrs. Jennings screamed out when I slammed my nine-and-a-half-inch cock into her pussy with one hard thrust. Her loud grunt was a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Mrs. Jennings wanted to get fucked and get fucked like a whore so I obliged her. The first time I fucked her that night I fucked her for over an hour and I fucked her brutally. It helped that I had already had two orgasms but I still had to pull out of her several times to prevent myself from cumming.
As I fucked her, I positioned her legs in several positions and some that I was sure were uncomfortable for her, but she did not stop me or complain. I held them on my shoulders as I stood on the edge of the bed and rammed my cock into her pussy while using the leverage to pull her into me. I bent her body so her legs were above her head and her feet above her face and used my body weight to hold them as I fucked her hard. At one point I moved our bodies on the bed, lifted her ass so far up that I was squatting above her with my feet on the bed, and rammed my cock into her pussy without mercy.
I put one finger, then two, and then three fingers in her asshole as I fucked her. Her pussy was secreting so much of her natural lubricant that my fingers were coated with her pussy fluid when I put them in her ass. Her juices were so mucus thick that when I looked at my cock the times I had to pull out of her the friction of us fucking had turned her pussy fluid on my cock into a white, cream-like substance.
The times did pull out of her to prevent me from cumming and to catch my breath; I did not allow Mrs. Jennings any respite. I would use my fingers in her pussy or ass or both holes at the same time and finger fucked her hard until I entered her with my cock again. I grabbed her large breasts and roughly kneaded them with my hands and pinched her nipples hard. I enjoyed her whimpers of pain and pleasure. I pushed them up to her face and had her suck her nipples.
The entire Time Mrs. Jennings never once asked me to stop. She took my brutal fucking with great pleasure. I called her a black whore, a black slut, and used other humiliating phrases to her. I would ask her to tell me who owned her black pussy and asshole and she would cry out that I did. I asked her what she was and Mrs. Jennings would cry out she was my black whore. She moaned, whimpered, cried out my name and to God, and screamed out her orgasms.
I knew when she had an orgasm and when she did I just kept fucking her hard. I did not allow her to enjoy the blissful after-euphoria of her orgasms. I didn’t care if she had an orgasm or not. I just wanted to fuck her pussy raw and show her I was not all talk.
When I did cum, we were fully on the bed, Mrs. Jennings’s arms were wrapped around my back, her legs were above her head, and her feet were pressed against the headboard. I had her legs draped over my shoulders. My large white body was fully pressed on top of her smaller black body. I had one hand under the small of her back and the other on her ass and I had three fingers in her asshole. I was lifting my hips fully off of her body so that my large cock would come out of her pussy. I then slammed my body down on hers and rammed my cock deep into her pussy; I did that at a fast, furious, pace. I could hear the slapping sounds of my body against hers even over the older black woman’s screams of pleasure. I made one final deep thrust in her pussy.
“Fuck I am going to cum,” I grunted out.
Mrs. Jennings removed her arms from around my shoulders and placed her hands on my cheeks. “Let me see you,” she told me. “I want to see your face when you do it.”
I made masculine grunts and short thrusts into her pussy as I came inside her. Just as I finished cumming, Mrs. Jennings cried out in another orgasm. I lay on top of her, breathing hard, as she lowered her legs and panted for air herself. Mrs. Jennings kissed my face several times and whispered between her panting how wonderful I made her feel.
I rolled off of her body and Mrs. Jennings moved to cuddle with me and got a leg cramp that I massaged for her. I lay on my back and she snuggled against me and started kissing my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Did you like my fingers up your asshole?” I asked her with a smile.
“You don’t have to use that word,” she chastised me as she folded her arms on my chest and looked up at me.
I chuckled, happy to see the old Mrs. Jennings back after hearing her begging for me to fuck her and other dirty talk that escaped her mouth as we fucked.
“That did not answer my question.”
“Yes, it felt pleasant. That’s why I didn’t stop you,” she admitted.
I was pleased that she did not hesitate or blush when she told me and was glad she was beginning to loosen up and admit what she enjoyed.
We talked for several minutes about everyday things and then I told her to suck my cock for a while before I fucked her again. Mrs. Jennings giggled and moved down and took my cock in her mouth. She was starting to enjoy giving blow jobs and no longer complained when I reminded her how she was tasting her pussy on my dick. It seemed to make her enjoy sucking my cock even more. I found out as our affair went on just how much she liked sucking cock and swallowing cum. After she sucked my cock I fucked her again. It was the third time I fucked Mrs. Jennings in her bed that night I fucked her ass.
Mrs. Jennings was lying on her stomach, her head pressed to the mattress, her ass up, and her arms above her head as I was fucking her from behind. I pushed my cock into her pussy slowly and watched as her pussy lips hugged my cock and when I pulled out of her they would stretch because of the tight grip they had on my dick. I noticed how each time I thrust into her pussy her dark butthole would open slightly and show a hint of pink inside. I wanted to fuck her ass but then thought of something else before I did.
Mrs. Jennings brought out a very perverted side of me that other girls I had fucked up until that point in my life, including Diane, never did. I don’t know why she did; maybe it was how submissive and obedient she was to me or maybe it was the fact I despised her husband and took it out on his wife. The thought of him ever finding out the perverted twisted things I did to his wife made me want to do worse to her. It could have been the fact that Mrs. Jennings was naive about the depraved side of sex or that while she whined and protested about some of the things I did to her as our affair continued she was willing to do them and even got aroused by them. She would never admit she got turned on by some of the things I did to her or made her do, but her body would betray her.
“Don’t move,” I told the older woman as I pulled my cock out of her.
Mrs. Jennings looked over her shoulder and whispered okay as I got off the bed. She watched me as I looked around the room and found the tube of KY Jelly that had fallen on the floor sometime during our fucking. I picked it up and got back on the bed behind her and patted her ass. I then grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back.
“Spread that fat, black ass apart for me,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings placed her hands on her butt cheeks and spread them apart. I squeezed the tube to squirt a generous amount of the lubricant in her asshole, over her butt cheeks, and her fingers. I took her hands in mine and took both her index finger and forefinger of each hand to point them away from her other fingers. I then pressed them against her butthole.
“Patrick, please don’t,” Mrs. Jennings pleaded.
She had an idea of what I was going to do but not the full idea. She thought I was just going to make her finger her asshole, but I had something else in mind as well. Something I had seen some of the girls in my porn magazines do in their photo shoots.
“So it’s ok for me to have my fingers up your fat ass but not yours?” I taunted her. “You’re a whore, Mrs. Jennings, and whores show off what they have to offer to men who are fucking them.”
I pressed all four of her fingers into her asshole. As I was pushing them in her ass, Mrs. Jennings was whimpering and making grunting moaning sounds. I only pushed them into her about halfway.
“Now hook your fingers to your asshole and open that black ass up for me.”
Mrs. Jennings whimpered louder as she looked over her shoulder at me. She had an ugly grimace look of distress on her face and I found it sexy. She shook her head in refusal. I reached over her body and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head off the bed. Mrs. Jennings whined and whimpered.
“I could go get my belt,” I bluffed. “What did I tell you I would do if I had to get my belt again?”
Mrs. Jennings continued to whine and whimpered but did not say anything. I yanked her hair harder.
“What did I say?” I asked again.
“That, that you would beat me harder,” the woman wailed out.
I chuckled at her answer, “I didn’t beat you, Mrs. Jennings, I punished you for disobedience just like you teachers do at school when you paddle a student.”
While our private school still paddled students, the male teachers did, and only to the male students; it was rare. Most of the time paddling took place for the students who played sports to get out of after-school detention so they could attend practice. I had been paddled a few times for that reason. A paddling was much easier to take than having Coach Parker make you run bleacher drills until you felt like you were going to collapse. The paddling was only three swats on your butt.
“Do you think I was right in spanking you for not obeying me?” I taunted her.
“Yes,” Mrs. Jennings answered in a whisper.
I was surprised by the answer. I was only teasing her to be mean and did not really think she would answer and sure didn’t think her answer was going to be yes. I grinned and thought that was something I would have to remember in the future. I briefly wondered if Mr. Jennings ever punished his wife either physically or in other ways for disobedience. No, I thought, as much as disliked the fat son of a bitch, mainly because he has shown his obvious dislike for me many times, he was not that type of man and I was sure he was a good husband to Mrs. Jennings.
“So what will it be? Show me the inside of your black asshole or the belt?”
Once again Mrs. Jennings believed my bluff about whipping her with my belt. She whimpered and grunted again as she spread her butthole open. The woman had tears in her eyes; not from pain but humiliation.
“Wider,” I ordered her, “as wide as you can get it.”
She opened her butthole wider. I let go of her hair and I looked at her asshole and then her face and then back to her asshole. I made her hold herself in that position for a while. While I found it perversely sexy, there was no reason for me to make her do what I made her do except to humiliate her and to see if she would do it for me. As she gaped herself for my viewing pleasure, I spread the excess lubricant I used on her butt cheeks and enjoyed how her black skin glistened. After being amused by her willingness to do what I made her do, I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair again, and pulled her head off the bed.
“You like spreading your asshole open for me don’t you?” I asked in a harsh voice. Mrs. Jennings was making a whining sound as I taunted her. “You like being a whore don’t you? I bet you lied to me and your husband about being a virgin when you got married. I bet you whored your black pussy and black asshole to every white dick you could find.”
As I cruelly taunted Mrs. Jennings she whimpered and whined and told me no that was not true, but she still kept her fingers spreading her asshole open.
“How many other white students have you fucked before I came along?” I gave her hair a hard pull as I asked her.
“Patrick, please, I, I, I didn’t. I swear I never had, please believe me,” the older woman pleaded.
I found it funny how she begged me to believe her about not having sex with other men or boys and not complaining about having to spread her asshole apart. Of course, I didn’t believe what I was telling her either, I was just having fun teasing her about it.
“I don’t know, Mrs. Jennings, as wide as your asshole is opened right now it looks like you have taken a lot of cocks up there. I bet I could fit a football up your ass right now.”
“I never!” Mrs. Jennings cried out in denial. “I never have done anything like that before. That… that is disgusting!” She was close to sobbing and tears ran down her cheeks.
Maybe I had gone too far but I could not help myself. I told you Mrs. Jennings brought out the worse of me. I was also exaggerating about how much she was gaping her asshole. It was open only a small amount.
“Well if that’s the case then I am going to fuck your virgin asshole. I never fucked a virgin ass before.” I taunted her and let go of her hair.
“Please, Patrick, please promise me if it hurts too much and I tell you to stop you will stop, please promise me,” she begged.
“I promise.” I meant it.
I would stop if it hurt her too much and she told me to stop. I did like that she was at least willing to try it or maybe she was going to let me because of her submissiveness to me. Either way, I was looking forward to fucking her ass.
I used the KY to lube up my cock, removed her fingers from her asshole, and lined my cock up to the entrance of her butt. Mrs. Jennings tensed and even though her anus had been loosened by my fingers as well as hers I still struggled to get even the head of my cock in her. I told her to relax and Mrs. Jennings whined out that she was trying and after several more tries the head of my cock penetrated her butthole.
I do have a larger than average cock and not just in length but in girth also. When my cock entered Mrs. Jennings’s butt she made a loud grunting sound from pain and her hands gripped the bed covers tight.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I asked. I may have talked a lot of shit to humiliate her but I didn’t want to hurt her badly.
“It hurts,” she whimpered, “but…but you can keep going.”
I pushed my cock into her about a quarter of the way in and Mrs. Jennings was once more making the grunting sounds of pain. I again asked her if she wanted me to stop and she told me no. I put more lube on my cock and pushed further into her. I did enjoy how my large cock stretched her tight asshole and the contrast of my white dick and her dark anus excited me.
“Uhhh, God! It’s so big and so deep in me!” Mrs. Jennings grunted out.
I could tell by the way she was panting, the look on her face, and by her grunting sounds that Mrs. Jennings was in pain and discomfort when my cock was fully in her ass.
“Do you want me to take it out?” I asked again
“No, but just…just please don’t move.” Even the tone of her voice sounded as if she was in pain.
“If it hurts I’ll take it out,” I told her.
“No just hold still for a moment. I, I want to make you feel good.”
I knew I should take my cock out of her ass if I was causing her that much pain, but I had asked her several times when I started fucking her butt if she wanted me to stop and she answered no. Mrs. Jennings submissive nature to me made her willing to put my pleasure over the pain she felt and I would take advantage of that until if or when I felt the pain was too much for her.
It did feel great to have my cock up her butt and watching it stretch her asshole. Even just the thought of it in her butt made it difficult not to just fuck her. I struggled with that desire but my willpower won out and I did not move my cock. I didn’t remain idle, however.
I reached under the older black woman and my hands, covered with KY, found her breasts and I started to gently massage them and play with her erect nipples sensually. Mrs. Jennings moaned in pleasure between her grunts of pain and discomfort. The lubricant on my fingers made her breasts and nipples slick, which added to her pleasure.
“Can you feel my big white cock stretching that black asshole?” I asked.
“Uhh, uhhh! Uhh, God! Yes, uhh, yes! It’s so big, baby!”
While I fondled her breasts and nipples with one hand, I slid my other hand down her stomach and between her legs. I didn’t play with her clit or finger her pussy however; I would do that later if she allowed me to continue to fuck her asshole instead of just having my cock up her and not moving. I ran my fingers up her pussy slit and back down to find out if her pussy was still wet. She was. Mrs. Jennings’s pussy was extremely wet and not just from her previous arousal and my cum in her, but from having my cock up her ass. It may have hurt her, but she was still turned on by it.
I started running the tips of my fingers over her vulva and pussy lips and Mrs. Jennings wiggled her butt slightly and then a little more and then the older woman started to grind her ass against me slowly. I still didn’t move my hips. Mrs. Jennings let out a faint grunting moan when she moved her body forward slightly and then a louder grunting moan when she pushed back into me. She did it again, and again, and again and each time moving forwards about an inch more. When she got to the point where my cock was coming out of her ass about halfway and pushed against me, I thrust into her.
“Uhhh, God!” She cried out as if in pain.
“Did it hurt?” I asked
“No, no, baby, it felt nice.” Mrs. Jennings moved forward again and pushed back and again I thrust forward and again she grunted out as if in pain.
“Are you sure?” I asked. The grunts she was making did sound as if she was in pain.
“Yes, I’m sure, Patrick. It feels nice now.” As if to reassure me, Mrs. Jennings again moved forward and then pushed back against me and again grunted as if in pain.
As our affair continued and the more I fucked Mrs. Jennings in her ass, I discovered the painful grunting sound she made were not of pain but pleasure. They were just the sound of the moans she made when she got ass fucked.
Mrs. Jennings and I got into a synchronized rhythm. When our mutual thrusts got to the point of my cock almost coming out of her asshole and then pushed back in her deep, Mrs. Jennings stopped moving her body and allowed me to fuck her butt. I had to fight my desire to fuck her hard. I wanted to but I also wanted her to continue to enjoy her first ass fucking so my pace was slow. Just to make sure I was not hurting her, I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in her butt and I asked one more time if she was ok.
“No, God, no, baby. Please, oh Patrick please don’t stop. Please put it deep in me again.”
I did and stopped asking if I was hurting her. I started fucking her ass slightly harder and then started rubbing her clit with my fingers. Mrs. Jennings’s hand gripped the bed covers tighter, but this time in pleasure and not pain. Again I had to resist the urge to go harder.
“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh, baby! Uhh, God, baby, please, please don’t stop, Patrick!” Mrs. Jennings cried out. “Uhh, my God, I’m going to cum!” Mrs. Jennings told me after only about two minutes of me stimulating her clit.
I started fucking her a little harder. When she orgasmed, once again her high-pitched squealing sounds escaped her mouth but this time her grunting noises were mixed in. Her grip tightened so hard on the bed covers that she pulled the fitted sheet off the mattress and her face, pressed down on the bed, contorted and twisted in pleasure. Her asshole constricted and loosened around my cock.
The fact that I was fucking her virgin asshole, the sounds she was making, the look on her face, and how her butthole felt on my cock as she orgasmed made me feel the need to cum also. I would have to fuck her harder to be able to orgasm and I still didn’t want to take the chance of hurting her. I wanted to be able to keep fucking her ass as our relationship continued. Instead of cumming in her ass, when Mrs. Jennings’s orgasm ended I pulled out of her, pointed my cock at her asshole, and stroked it hard and furiously until I sprayed my cum on the outside of Mrs. Jennings’s asshole and pussy.
After I orgasmed, I watched her stretched-out anus close tight and then lay down next to my teacher. Mrs. Jennings was lying on her stomach and breathing heavily. I turned to my side and pressed my body against hers and started running the tips of my fingers up and down her spine and over her butt cheeks.
“I should get up and clean myself off and get you a cloth to clean you off but I don’t want to move,” Mrs. Jennings said as she smiled at me.
“I don’t want you cleaning yourself and my cock is fine. I like your ass and pussy on my cock.” I told her and she muttered an okay. “You asshole was so tight. We are going to have to do that again.” I grinned when I told her.
“No, baby, please. Not tonight, please. Don’t do it to me again tonight.” Mrs. Jennings had a hint of fear in her voice.
“Did I hurt you? You seemed to enjoy it and told me not to stop.”
“It hurt at first, hurt a great deal. Then the pain went away and it started to feel strange but pleasant and then it started to feel very good when I moved and even a lot better when we started doing it together.” She gave me an embarrassed smile, “Then when you started going faster and harder it felt so good that I didn’t want you to stop. When you started to touch my, my pussy, the pleasure intensified in both my butt and my pussy and…” She started to blush again and stopped talking.
“And what?” I asked her. “Don’t be ashamed to tell me how it felt. I want to know and I like you talking about how I make you feel when I fuck you.”
“Ok but don’t laugh,” she asked and I nodded for her to continue. “The sensation in my butt felt incredible and it felt like I had hundreds of pleasure points inside my butt that your penis was stimulating. When you started to touch between my legs it felt so amazing. The pleasure was much more intensified than the other times or when you used your mouth on me down there. I would like to do it again but not tonight and not all the time. I don’t think doing that all the time would be healthy for me.”
I leaned over and kissed her forehead, “I am glad you enjoyed it and I didn’t mean we would do it again tonight.”
Mrs. Jennings smiled and turned to her side to face me and pressed her body against mine. We started kissing again and my hands went to her breasts, her nipples still slick from the KY. She moaned and placed her hand on my cock and started to stroke it back to life. Mrs. Jennings pushed my chest with her other hand to nudge me on my back. I rolled on my back and the woman got on top of me; still kissing me and using her hand on my now hard cock.
“I want you inside me again,” she whispered in my ear.
Mrs. Jennings lifted her butt and guided my dick into her pussy and lowered herself. She started to move her butt up and down to fuck me as she kissed my neck and whispered in my ear how wonderful I felt inside her.
We fucked several more times after that. We could not get enough of each other’s bodies and she seemed just as insatiable as I was. There was no lovemaking at all that night; we fucked and I fucked her hard every time. I pulled her hair, smacked her ass cheeks, told her she was my black whore and black slut, and had her tell me she was my black whore and my black slut. I had her tell me I owned her pussy and ass and taunted her about how she enjoyed getting fucked by a young white cock and cheating on her limp dicked husband. When I came, I came in her pussy, on her tits, on her ass, on her face, and even once purposely on her kinky hair.
She would ask me to let her clean herself and I always denied her and told her I wanted her covered in my cum to show her who she belonged to. When I had her suck my cock I would ask her how her ass and pussy tasted and called her a nasty whore for sucking my cock after it had been in her asshole. Mrs. Jennings would talk dirty to me as well. She would tell me to fuck her, to me to cum inside her, and even one time she begged me to stick a finger up her butthole when she told me she was cumming. I liked when she talked dirty without me making her.
The last time I fucked her we both knew we spent. I was on top of her fucking her hard and trying my best to cum, but I couldn’t. I had nothing left. Our bodies were slick with our sweat and I was exerting myself to my limit and fucked her for close to forty-five minutes. I had sweat dripping from my forehead onto her face. Mrs. Jennings licked up any of my sweat drops that came close to her mouth.
“Ohhh, please, baby, please stop!” Mrs. Jennings cried out. “I can’t take it anymore! Please, Patrick, stop!”
I stopped and pulled out of her and lay on my back panting for air as she did the same.
“I can use my mouth to make you cum,” she suggested after we both caught our breath.
“No, I don’t think I can anymore tonight.”
“Ok, baby,” she told me and snuggled up against me.
We talked for a few minutes and when I was talking to her I noticed she had fallen asleep. I pulled the sheet and cover over our bodies and drifted to sleep myself.
I woke up the next morning and Mrs. Jennings was not in the bed. I looked around the room and saw a clock on the nightstand and it was a little after nine in the morning. The room smelled musky from sex and body sweat and the bed sheets were still damp from our sweat. The fitted sheet on the bed had several wet spots on it from our fucking. I also could smell my body odor.
I had to pee and also had a morning erection, which surprised me since Mrs. Jennings and I fucked a lot the previous night and into the morning. I got out of bed and saw that my clothes were on the foot of the bed and neatly folded. I went to the bathroom and then put on just my underwear and went to find my teacher. I wanted to fuck her before I left to go home.
I found the black woman in the kitchen. She had her back turned and was staring out the window of the kitchen into the backyard and drinking from a coffee mug. Mrs. Jennings was wearing a light blue robe that came just to her knees. Her hair was sticking up in a wild kinky afro and I could see spots in her hair where I shoot cum at. I watched her few a few seconds and started to feel a little guilty about the way I treated her the previous night and the things I said to her. I knew I should apologize for most of it. The way she was staring out the window I figured she was thinking about what we did and was feeling guilty as well.
“You must have gotten up early,” I said and walked toward her.
Mrs. Jennings turned around and gave me a large smile. “Good Morning sleepy head,” she told me and set the mug on the counter. “I have not been up long. Just long enough to make some tea. Would you like something to drink? I could make you some breakfast.”
“Water or juice if you have any.”
“I have orange juice.”
“That would be great,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings poured me a glass of orange juice and I gulped it down and she poured me another glass and I gulped it down also. I was thirsty and dehydrated.
Mrs. Jennings took my glass and placed it in the sink and with her body turned away from me I walked to her. I put my arms around her waist and pressed my crotch against her butt; pushing her against the counter. She smelled similar to the way I did.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked as I held her.
“How nice it was that you spent the night.”
“Had a good time did you?” I teased.
She giggled, “Yes and I think you did as well.”
I smiled. Having her tell me she was happy I spent the night and that she enjoyed herself made me realize I did not need to apologize to her at all. I leaned down and started kissing her neck and untied the belt of her robe and pulled it apart. She was not wearing a bra but did have on a pair of white panties. They were basic panties she wore and nothing sexy at all. I don’t think she owned a single pair of sexy panties or a sexy bra. I slid my hands up her body and took her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. Mrs. Jennings winced and removed my hands from her breasts.
“They are sore from last night. You weren’t very gentle with them,” she told me.
Mrs. Jennings turned around and stood up on her toes and kissed my lips gently and I kissed her back and we started kissing with passion. She opened her mouth and her tongues went into my mouth and mine hers. I cupped her butt cheeks in my hands and pulled her to me as I thrust against her. We kissed with fervor and passion for several moments and she broke the kiss when I started to pull her panties down.
“Patrick, please, darling, I am sore down there. Real sore and I just can’t this morning. Please don’t make me.” She told me as she looked up at me, “and I need a shower. I stink and so do you.”
She moaned out when I started kissing her neck and then a louder moan when my mouth closed around her ear and I started licking and sucking her ear lobe. I knew that drove her crazy.
“Since when did you stop enjoying how I smelled when I was all stinky and sweaty?” I whispered in her ear. “I like the way you smell right now also. You smell like sex and cum.”
I started kissing her neck and ear again and Mrs. Jennings moaned out and pressed her body to mine and ran her hands over my chest. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my hard cock and she immediately took it in her hand and started to stroke it slowly through my underwear.
“My dick is hard and I am horny,” I whispered in her ear. “You do that to me, Mrs. Jennings, you get me so turned on and I can’t keep my hand off of you and want to fuck you all the time.” I kissed and licked and sucked her ear again. “I think about fucking you all the time.” I whispered in her ear again, “I think about your sexy black body, your huge dark nipples, your fat pussy, your sexy black bubble butt,” I slid her robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. “The sounds you make when I fuck you and the faces you make when you cum. When I jerk off I think only about you.” I started kissing her neck again.
I was not whispering sweet nothings or love poems in her ear but what I was telling her had the effect I wanted and seemed it was what Mrs. Jennings wanted to hear. Mrs. Jennings reached under the waistband of my underwear and pulled my cock out and started to stroke it harder.
“Ohhh, baby, I think about you all the time also. You consume my thoughts all day when I am not with you. I think about you inside me and you in my mouth. Ohhh, God, darling that feels good,” she moaned out as started sucking her neck. “When…when I am with my husband in bed and he wants me to perform my wifely duty all I can think about is that I wish it was you with me.” She admitted.
I continued to suck her neck to give her a hickey. I didn’t care if anyone saw it or not and what people would think about her. I wanted to mark her as mine. I moved our bodies to push her against the counter and sucked her neck long enough to mark her. Still sucking her neck, I ran my hand down her stomach, under her panties, and between her legs. Mrs. Jennings flinched when my finger slid into her pussy. She was wet.
“No, darling, please. I can’t, Patrick. It’s too sore,” she pleaded with me. She moved her hips back and my finger slipped out of her pussy.
Having given her a hickey, I removed my mouth from her neck and looked down at her. “I want to cum again and I want you to make me cum. No one else, just you.”
“Oh, Patrick, I want to be the only person who makes you do that,” she told me. “I can’t stand the thought of another girl doing that for you or you being with her and having sex with her or her putting you in her mouth.” She ran kissed my chest and ran her tongue over my nipples. “I don’t want any other girl to belong to you the way I do,” she looked up at me, “I can…I can use my mouth to make you,” she suggested.
I smiled and nodded. I did not miss it when she said she belonged to me. I liked that. Mrs. Jennings got on her knees and arranged her robe in a bundle on the floor to use as a cushion for her knees. She took my cock in her hand, looked up, and smiled.
“Just please let me do it and don’t force it in my mouth like you did last night.”
I placed my hand on the back of her head, could feel the flakes of dried cum on the spot, and nodded. Mrs. Jennings pulled my underwear to my ankles and I stepped out of them. She then moved her head and pressed her nose against my balls and inhaled deeply two times to smell me. I could only imagine how it smelled; the stink of her pussy, her ass, her cum, my cum, and my sweat. I found her smelling me perverse and sexy. She then parted her lips and took my large white cock in her mouth.
I let the older black woman control the blow job. Mrs. Jennings started slow and then gradually went faster and harder. She allowed her saliva to coat my shaft and used her hands on me while she sucked my cock. At times she had to take my penis out of her mouth the catch her breath but she would continue to stoke it and even spit on it a few times and then start sucking it again. She was giving me the best blow job she had ever given me and while I was enjoying it a great deal; I was still not close to orgasm even after a long period of her sucking me.
Mrs. Jennings started licking my balls, ran her tongue between the area where my thighs joined with my crotch, and ran her tongue over my taint while she jerked my cock. She then moved her body under me more and turned herself around and took me by surprise. She moved her hands off my cock and placed them on my ass cheeks and spread them apart. Mrs. Jennings then started using her tongue in a circular motion over my butthole.
I had never had a girl do that to me, even Diane, and it felt pleasant. I reached behind myself and placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed. Without any hesitation, Mrs. Jennings’s tongue went into my asshole. She licked my butthole fervently, lapping at my hole and licking it and sucking it and putting her tongue as far as she could in my ass. I could only imagine what my cock and balls smelled like and tasted like after fucking her most of the night, I could not even fathom how skanky my ass tasted.
“Fuck, Mrs. Jennings, that feels good,” I moaned out. “Damn, you are one nasty black whore.”
Mrs. Jennings ignored my comment and just kept rimming and tonguing my ass vehemently. I bent over slightly to give her better access and started stroking my cock. I still was not close to cumming; however, I needed to fuck her to cum. I let Mrs. Jennings tongue fuck my asshole for a long while, it did feel good, but soon had enough. I stood up, turned around, and when she was going to take my cock in her mouth again I bent down and pulled her to her feet. Her mouth and chin were glistening with saliva.
“What made you do that?” I asked.
Mrs. Jennings gave me a faint smile. “It felt good when you did it to me last night and thought you would like it if I did it to you and you were taking so long to finish and my jaw was getting tired. Did you like it?” She asked hopefully.
“I did like it and no girl has ever done that to me,” I admitted and she gave me a big smile because she was the first to do that to me. “Did you like it?”
Mrs. Jennings bit her lower lip and still smiling nodded her head. “I did,” She admitted. “I’ll do it some more if you want me to and if it can help you finish.”
I took her in my arms and pulled her close. “I don’t think I can cum from that or a blow job after all the fucking we did last night, I need to cum and want to fuck you.”
“I…baby, seriously I am too sore down there. I am sorry, please don’t be mad.” She pleaded.
I chuckled, “I am not mad.” I assured her and kissed her nose. She smiled again.
“I…we…if you really need to then we can, I can,” she started to stammer and suddenly blurted out, “You can put it in my butt again if that will help. It’s not sore.”
“Are you sure?”
Mrs. Jennings grinned and nodded her head rapidly, “I liked it when you did it last night. It felt good.”
I put my hands under her butt and lifted her off the floor. Mrs. Jennings giggled and wrapped her hand around my neck and her legs around my waist. I carried her into the dining room.
“Why are we going in here? I thought you wanted to do it in my butt,” She asked thinking I was going to take her to the bedroom.
I used my legs to kick away the chair at the head of the table, the one her husband sat in, and sat her on the table.
“I am going to fuck you right here and every time you sit down to eat a meal with your husband you will remember how you got ass fucked right where he eats,” I told her.
“Oh,” was all she said.
Mrs. Jennings didn’t say anything as I gently pushed her on her back on the table nor did she protest. I don’t know if it was because she knew I was going to fuck her ass there whether she approved or not or if the thought of it turned her on. I had a feeling it was because it turned her on. I thought maybe the secret knowledge that every time she and her husband sat down to eat that she would look at him and think how she not just got fucked but ass fucked where he was eating aroused her. A place she shared with her husband where another man took her asshole and claimed it as his. Mrs. Jennings pulled off her panties and threw them to the floor. I took her legs and pushed them up and spread them apart to expose her butthole.
“Hold them,” I told her. Mrs. Jennings grabbed her legs beneath her knees. “Don’t move,” I told her.
“Yes, Patrick,” she answered in a submissive voice and said it as if she was saying, yes, sir.
I walked into the bedroom and got the KY lubricant and also the four pillows that were on the bed. When I walked back into the dining room, Mrs. Jennings was still in the same position I left her. I placed the pillows under her body as a cushion and once she was lying on the pillows she grabbed her legs and lifted them for me. I used two fingers to lubricate her asshole and then put some on my cock. I took her legs and put them on my shoulders with her feet on either side of my head. Mrs. Jennings propped herself up on her elbows and looked down when my cock touched her asshole.
“I want to watch,” she told me. “I want to see you going inside me.”
I grinned down at her, “Aren’t you becoming a nasty, black bitch.”
Mrs. Jennings giggled, “You are a terrible influence on me.” She then looked into my eyes and had a serious expression on her face. “I want to be your nasty, black bitch. I want to be your black whore all the time, Patrick. I don’t know why or what you do to me and never felt like this before, but you make me want to do things I never imagined doing or did not know people did. I want to be a whore for you.”
I could understand what she meant. She made me feel the same way, that I wanted her to be nothing but a whore for me and to do perverse things to her.
I nodded and ran my hand over her stomach in a gentle caress. “You are my whore, Mrs. Jennings, for as long as you want to be.” She smiled and then looked back down to watch my cock enter her asshole.
When I entered her ass, Mrs. Jennings again made the grunting sounds. We both watched as my thick cock stretched her asshole open. I was halfway in her and I asked if she was okay.
“Yes, yes, baby. It hurts some but not as bad as last night. Please, Patrick, please keep going,” she told me.
I pushed into her slowly until my cock was deep in her ass and could go no further and held still to allow her butthole to get used to my dick being in her. Mrs. Jennings did not want to wait. She lay back on the table, put her arms above her head and pushed herself against my cock, and started grinding against me; moaning and grunting.
“Uugh, God, uhhh, Patrick, uhhh God I never imagined something this depraved could feel this good!” She cried out.
“It feels good for you because you are a disgusting, nasty whore,” I told her. “Good girls would never do this.”
“Yes, uhhh God yes! I am a nasty whore, baby! Please, uhhh, God please fuck your nasty black whore’s butt!”
Aroused by her words I started to fuck her ass. I knew the table was extremely sturdy and could handle me fucking her on it. The previous night as we ate dinner I complimented her on the table and Mrs. Jennings told me it was handmade and carved by her now deceased father-in-law out of black ash and given to her and her husband as a fifth-anniversary present.
I fucked her asshole hard, much harder than I did the previous night. Holding her legs up on my shoulders with a hard grip on them just above her knees, I rammed my cock into her asshole while I pulled her legs to me. I wanted to see how much she could take before she told me to not go as hard. It was then that I discovered Mrs. Jennings immensely enjoyed getting her ass fucked and fucked hard at times.
Mrs. Jennings was grunting and moaning and even told me to fuck her ass harder. I did. Her large breasts were bouncing and moving in a circular motion. Mrs. Jennings took one of her tits in her hand and brought it up to her mouth and started sucking her nipple. Her other hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing her clit. The table was creaking some at the joints but there was no sound of the wood cracking so I fucked her harder. I looked at her face as she sucked her nipple. Her face was twisted and wrinkled in a grimace and she looked so sexy. I continued to fuck her asshole hard for a long while and she never once asked me to stop or slow down. She even cried out for me to fuck her butt harder. Eventually, Mrs. Jennings let go of her tit and her head flew back.
“Uhhhh, God!” She screamed out loudly. “Uhhh my God, it feels so wonderful!”
I drove my cock as deep as I could in her ass and she cried out again and I held it there. “You like getting your black asshole fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Because you are a black whore!” I told her.
“Uhhh, God, yes! I’m your black whore, baby!”
“Who owns your black ass?”
“You do, you do, Patrick! Uhhh, God, you own all of me!” She looked at me. “Harder, baby, please fuck your whore’s black butt harder! I’m going to cum soon!”
I fucked her ass as hard as I could and she soon had an orgasm. It was not even a minute after her orgasm ended that I told her I was going to cum.
“Please, do it in my butt, please, Patrick! I want to feel it in my butt!”
When I came I came in her ass as she wanted. After I orgasmed, I pulled out of her asshole and it gaped wide. Suddenly Mrs. Jennings farted once and then again and then one more time. My cum was pushed out of her by her flatulence and ran out of her ass and on the table.
“Oh, God, I am sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it.” Mrs. Jennings had put her hands on her face in embarrassment.
It didn’t bother me and I did not tease her about it. I knew it can happen after or even during anal sex and as hard as I was fucking her and how gaped her asshole was; it pushed a lot of air into her body.
“It’s ok, baby,” I reassured her. “It can happen. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I took her hands and pulled her up so she was sitting on the edge of the table. I leaned down and kissed her. She started kissing me back and did not seem embarrassed anymore. She told me she wanted to take a shower and then she would make us breakfast while I showered. I told her breakfast would be great but would wait until I got home before I showered. I told her I wanted the scent of her sex on my body for as long as I could. She giggled at that.
When she got off the table and went to take a shower I saw the cum that had leaked out of her ass on the table where Mrs. Jennings would eat. I grinned and rubbed the cum into the wood.
“There you go, you fat son-of-a-bitch,” I said out loud. “I fucked your wife’s fat black ass right here. Her pussy and asshole are mine now, just ask her.” I then chuckled and went and got dressed.
When Mrs. Jennings got out of the shower she chastised me that I left a hickey on her neck and was not happy about it. I teased her and told her I had to mark her as mine. She rolled her eyes at me and started muttering about ways she was going to hide it.
Mrs. Jennings cooked a nice breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and grits. After I ate I told her I had to go home and while she was disappointed she understood. She asked me if I was coming over again that night and I assured her I would. Mrs. Jennings was happy about that and told me not to eat anything and that she would cook dinner again. She also reminded me that I had promised to be nice to her and not treat her like a whore.
“But you like when I treat you like a whore,” I teased.
Mrs. Jennings smiled, “Yes but not all the time. It would be nice to see if you know how to treat a woman like a lady.”
The older woman looked out her front door to see if anyone was outside and quickly went to the garage and opened the garage door for me to leave. No one saw me leave that we knew of. If any of her neighbors ever saw me come and go from her house they must have kept to their own business because her husband never knew I was fucking his wife in his bed, in his recliner, on his dining room table, and the other places I claimed his wife as my whore by the use of sex in his home as our affair continued.
That night I did come over again and I treated Mrs. Jennings like a lady and when we had sex it was intimate and passionate but still intense and very satisfying for the both of us. I never once called her a whore that night.
It was nice and I enjoyed it and we got to play the role of intimate lovers that night. She cooked a nice dinner of country-fried steak, gravy, mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, and homemade biscuits. Mrs. Jennings was a great cook and I could see why her husband was so fat. I would have to work extra hard in the gym at school or fuck Mrs. Jennings several times that night to work off the meal. I choose to fuck her several times.
After dinner, we snuggled on the couch and watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, her favorite movie, on the VCR and started to watch a John Wayne western her husband had. The VCR fascinated me. My mother and I did not own one since they were expensive at that time. About fifteen minutes into the movie, Mrs. Jennings moved her head to my lap, unbuttoned my jeans, and gave me a blow job. After she swallowed my cum we went into the bedroom.
She told me to take off my clothes and get on the bed and went into the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing a red, baby doll lingerie set that had a sheer bra and sheer skimpy panties. I had her model herself in it before she got into bed and told her how sexy she looked. She grinned and told me she had bought it that day for me and got into bed.
The next morning she had gotten up early and got ready to go to Sunday school and church. She was wearing a scarf around her neck to hide the hickey. I didn’t say anything about it being hypocritical; her going to church after she spent the night having sex with a seventeen-year-old boy and cheating on her husband. Unlike the mocking and disrespect I showed for her husband and her marriage I did respect her religious side even if she was backsliding. I also did not want to trigger any guilt she had because it may have her decide to repent and end our affair. I was enjoying fucking her too much for that to happen.
Don’t judge me for caring too much about my sexual pleasure over her soul. She was not Methodist but Baptist and believed that once saved always saved. She may have guilt and frowned upon by God for her sins with me, but her soul was safe.
I left when she did and went home. The way she submitted to me both Friday and Saturday night, not just sexually, and how she admitted that she not only wanted to be my whore but how she said she was my whore made me start to think of other things I could do to her. My head was swimming with different fantasies of what I could do with Mrs. Jennings, some realistic and others not, I masturbated and then took a shower.
