When Mrs. Jennings lowered her ass to my face, I gripped her black ass cheeks and spread them apart, and raised my head to meet her pussy. Mrs. Jennings let out a muffled moan when I ran my tongue over her pussy slit; from her asshole to her clit. I licked Mrs. Jennings’s pussy a few more times, spread her pussy lips apart, and then assaulted it with my tongue and mouth and fingers. I licked, sucked, and fingered her pussy frantically and chaotically. While Mrs. Jennings made muffled moans of pleasure as she sucked my cock, I was not focused on giving her sexual gratification. I was focused on tasting her fat, black, pussy.
After tasting her pussy for a while, I lay my head on the pillow as she continued to suck my cock and started to finger both her pussy and asshole. I used three fingers from both hands in both her holes. I finger fucked her holes hard and would smack her ass occasionally. I smacked her butt so hard that the slapping sounds reverberated throughout the room and I left handprints on her black ass. I could even feel it sting the palm of my hand.
I called her a black whore, told her that I could do anything I want to her since I paid for her black ass, and told her that her asshole and pussy were so loose because of all the men she whored herself out to, and other degrading things.
Mrs. Jennings could no longer concentrate on sucking my cock because of how hard I finger fucked her and the spanks on her butt checks. She removed her mouth from my cock and placed her face between my legs and her hands gripped my thighs tight. Mrs. Jennings’s moans and grunts of pleasure and her cries of pain when I smacked her ass were so loud that I knew if there were other guests in the rooms next to hers or if anyone walked past the room they could hear her, but I didn’t care. I thought it was sexy if people would have known an older married black woman was such a whore and enjoyed getting played with, spanked, and fucked by a young white boy. I thought it would be amusing if people in the hotel thought Mrs. Jennings was really a prostitute who was turning tricks in the hotel like the game she wanted to play.
“Uhhh, God! Don’t stop! Ughh, please don’t stop! I’m going to, uhhh God, I’m cumming! Please, baby, don’t stop!” Mrs. Jennings cried out.
Her voice had a piercing, shrill sound to it and it was so loud I definitely knew that people in other rooms would have heard her. When the older woman orgasmed, her voice was such a high-pitched, shrieking, drawn-out scream that I was sure if anyone was asleep she would have woken them. As she orgasmed her thick thighs quivered, her pussy and asshole constricted and released around my fingers, and her fingers nails dug into the flesh of my thighs. I kept finger fucking both her holes hard as she orgasmed.
After Mrs. Jennings’s orgasm ended, she dropped her head between my legs and panted for air. Her thighs were still quivering and I saw her pussy twitch and her asshole pulse open and close repeatedly. I let her enjoy her post-orgasm euphoria as I placed sensual kisses on her pussy, butthole, and butt cheeks. I wanted to cum badly, but I resisted the urge to just take Mrs. Jennings and fuck her. I wanted to see how her game progressed. I was not disappointed and glad I resisted my desires.
Mrs. Jennings got off the bed after her short respite. She stood next to the bed and leaned down and kissed my lips. I reached up to pull her back into the bed but Mrs. Jennings pushed my arms away and giggled. She looked down at me and smiled mischievously.
“No, no, baby. Now it’s my turn to make you cum. You paid for the full experience, so you get the full experience,” she told me.
I watched Mrs. Jennings’s amble ass as she walked to the bathroom. She walked out of the bathroom a few seconds later holding a small bottle in her hand.
“I bought strawberry flavored,” she told me as she held up the bottle of lubricant for me to see. “I was tired of tasting that bland taste of the kind you use,” she giggled.
Mrs. Jennings straddled me and sat with her butt on my upper thighs so my cock was pressing into her stomach. She placed the lubricant on the bed next to her and then removed her corset to free her large, black breasts. She tossed the corset on the floor and picked up the lubricant. Mrs. Jennings poured some lubricant on my hard cock and started to stroke it slowly. When she was done, she put some on her finger, raised her butt, and reached behind herself.
“Turn around first,” I told her before she could lube her asshole.
“No, baby, please. I don’t want you to spank me again. My butt is still tender and hurts from before,” the woman whined out.
I chuckled at her. “I am not going to spank you. I want to see my cock go up your black asshole,” I told her.
Mrs. Jennings gave me a mischievous grin, “What makes you think I am going to do that?”
I reach between her legs and grabbed her pussy and gripped it hard. She squealed out. “Because this fat pussy is soaked and does not need to be lubed up,” I told her and tightened my grip causing her to whimper. “Now, turn around or I will spank that fat ass but this time use my belt.”
She whimpered again but turned around. I guess she forgot I was not wearing a belt that night. I watched as she stuck her lubricated finger in her ass and she grunted as it penetrated her. Once her asshole was lubricated, Mrs. Jennings’s raised her butt, reached behind her, and took my cock in her hand. I watched as she lined it up to the entrance of her ass.
The woman held my cock in her hand and let out a gasp when the head of my cock entered her. She then slowly lowered her body to impale herself with my dick. She went slow and was making the familiar grunting, whimpering sounds she made when she got her ass fucked. They always sounded like she was in pain and distress, but I knew by then they were sounds of pleasure. I watched her asshole as it stretched to accommodate my cock. Mrs. Jennings was grunting and panting and when my cock was just about three or four inches into her asshole she stopped.
“Uhh, God. It’s so big. Uhh, God, this is so much easier when you do it,” Mrs. Jennings grunted out between her panting.
“Just don’t move, and I can push it in,” I suggested.
“Uhh, no, no, no. Uhh, God, I want to do it,” she told me. She lowered herself about another inch and stopped. “Uhh, my God, it’s so big but feels good.”
Before Mrs. Jennings, I had fucked two girls in the ass and after Mrs. Jennings even more girls. Some enjoyed it, some tolerated it, a couple said they liked it but would not do it with me because I was too big, and a few told me they did not like it but felt they had to do it or I would no longer want to fuck them. The latter I never had anal sex with again because I was not going fuck a woman in her ass if she did not enjoy it. Of all the women I have had anal sex with who enjoyed it, including my now wife, none have ever gotten as much pleasure out of it as Mrs. Jennings did.
Once, after I had fucked her ass, Mrs. Jennings told me that it felt strange but gave her this incredibly pleasant feeling. She said that she enjoyed it not just for the physical pleasure it gave her, which was amazing, but an odd emotional feeling as well. I had to coax her into elaborating what she meant and Mrs. Jennings finally admitted that every time we had anal sex it made her feel much more submissive to me and it made her feel as if I truly claimed her as mine. She said to her it felt like it was the ultimate surrendering of her body and will to my dominance. I liked that.
“Uhh, God, it’s so deep inside me,” Mrs. Jennings grunted out as she lowered her body to take the last inch of my cock into her asshole. She did not move once I was fully inside her, but was still panting heavily. “I have been thinking about this for days; having your big white cock in my black ass,” she told me between her pants.
I chuckled because lately, Mrs. Jennings had been talking dirty more but only when she was sexually aroused by foreplay or when I was fucking her. Having my cock in her butt seemed to make her aroused.
Mrs. Jennings started to move her butt slowly. At first, she gently ground herself on top of me and then started to move her ass up and down on my cock at a slow pace. I kept my eyes focused on her asshole to watch my cock stretch it and placed my hands on her butt cheeks.
“Ugh, fuck, you black asshole is always so tight,” I moaned out.
“Uhh God, it feels so good. Uhhh, Patrick, it feels good, baby. Uhhh, darling, I have been wanting this for days,” she told me as she lifted her butt and slowly lowered it to impale herself on my cock.
“Did you get yourself off when in North Carolina? Did you fuck yourself with your limp dicked husband in the other room?” I asked to taunt her.
“Yes,” she admitted without hesitation. “Several times.” Mrs. Jennings increased the pace of her ass movement slightly.
“Did you finger fuck you asshole when you got yourself off?”
“Uhh, God, yes, yes. Uhh, God, this feels amazing” she said with a slight hesitation and started moving her ass up and down a little faster.
“Did you taste your pussy and ass after you came?” I taunted her again.
“Yes, both. Uhhh, my God, this feels so good,” the older woman was moving even faster.
“You’re such a disgusting, old whore. Fucking yourself and fingering your nasty black asshole with your husband in the other room while thinking of whoring you’re old, worn out, black pussy and asshole to one of your students.”
“Uhh, my God, uhh, uhh, uhh God,” Mrs. Jennings grunted out louder as she increased her pace of riding my cock. “Uhh, yes, yes, I’m such a whore. Uhh, God, I’m your whore, baby.”
“Make me cum, whore. Use your black asshole to make me cum,” I told her and gave her a hard smack on her ass.
Mrs. Jennings started to fuck me harder and faster with her ass. As she fucked me I kept my eyes focused on her butthole and enjoyed seeing it stretched out by my cock. Mrs. Jennings was panting, moaning, and grunting loudly as her pace increased, and when she could form words, she would tell me how good my cock felt in her butt. She was riding my cock so fast and hard that a few times it slipped out of her ass and she would quickly reach behind herself and guide it back into her asshole.
“Ohh, fuck. That’s it…ohhh fuck, your ass feels so good,” I moaned out as she fucked me.
After a little over what I would have guessed was five minutes of her going up and down hard and fast on my cock, Mrs. Jennings stopped and was panting heavily as she sat on my cock.
“I…I can’t. You…you have to do it, baby,” she said between pants. “It feels so good…but you have to finish.”
I sat up on the bed, put my arms around her waist, and pulled gently to move her to lay on her back on the bed. She made a loud grunt as my cock slipped out of her ass. Once she was on her back, I spread her legs and moved my body to lay on top of her, and started kissing her neck.
“Your ass or pussy?” I asked in a whisper in her ear.
Mrs. Jennings put her arms around my back and hugged me tight. “In my butt. Please put it back in my butt, baby. Please fuck my black ass and fuck it hard. Please, darling, please make me your whore,” Mrs. Jennings begged.
She was actually begging me to fuck her asshole and make her my whore. Although I sometimes missed her naivety about sex and how she would get embarrassed by the things I did to her or made her to me and herself, I was enjoying the new Mrs. Jennings. The Mrs. Jennings that was a slut for me and used words I never thought I would hear from the mouth of such a prim and proper lady as Mrs. Jennings. I could always find new ways to embarrass her and make her whine and whimper in humiliation.
I moved to kneel between her spread legs, lifted them, placed them on my shoulder, and lifted her butt off the bed. I lined my cock up with her asshole and thrust my hips to penetrate her in one slow motion. Mrs. Jennings gave a loud, drawn-out grunt as my cock went into her asshole and placed her arms above her head. She gripped the edge of the mattress where it met the headboard. I then proceeded to give her what she begged for and fucked her ass hard.
“Uhh! God! Uhh, Patrick! Uhhh! Harder, go harder! Uhh, God, baby, please fuck me harder! Uhh, uhh! Fuck my black ass harder!” Mrs. Jennings cried out after about three minutes of me fucking her.
Now, I was already fucking her hard, but apparently not hard enough for her. The woman sure liked her asshole fucked. I pushed her legs up until her feet were on the sides of her head and used my much larger body to pin them there and fucked her even harder. I fucked her ass as hard as I could.
“Yes, Yes! Uhh, God, yes! Uhh, Patrick, yes!” She screamed out as I rammed my cock in and out of her ass.
I was fucking Mrs. Jennings so hard that I was lifting my body off of hers and my cock would pull out of her ass just to the tip and then I would slam it back into her hard. I was fucking her at a rapid pace and ramming my cock into her asshole like a piston on a piece of machinery at full speed. I fucked the older, black woman’s butt harder and faster than I did that morning when I first spent the night at her house when I fucked her ass on her dining room table. I had never fucked a woman in her asshole as hard as I fucked Mrs. Jennings’s that night. I fucked her as if I was trying to destroy her asshole and hurt her. It would not be the last time I fucked the older woman’s black ass that hard.
I was not hurting her, however. Mrs. Jennings loved it and seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from it. She was making the distressful, painful-sounding grunts that were louder than I ever heard from her. She had her arms wrapped around my back and her fingers dug into my flesh, and in between her grunts of pleasure, she was screaming “yes, yes” over and over again and occasionally telling me how great my white cock felt in her black asshole. She even called herself my old, black whore a couple of times and that I owned her. She used that term. “I’m your whore,” she cried out, “You own your black whore”.
Later that night, after I left her room, I walked through the lobby of the hotel and when I saw the desk clerk I chuckled. I thought how amusing it was going to be when Mrs. Jennings checked out of the hotel and if the desk clerk would tell her that there were noise complaints about the sounds coming from her room. I would have enjoyed seeing the look of humiliation on Mrs. Jennings’s face. Of course, that didn’t happen, but it was a turn-on to think it did.
I must have fucked her that hard for about ten minutes without resting before I had an orgasm. When I told her I was going to cum, Mrs. Jennings begged me to cum in her ass. My cock pumped a large amount of thick, sticky fluid into her butthole. After my orgasm ended, I pulled out of her and held her legs up. I was breathing heavily and she was panting just as hard and making moaning whimpers. I watched as her gaped butthole would pulse open and closed. It would close a little and then open and then close and then open as cum leaked out of it. The once clear lubricant had turned into a thick, milky white fluid that coated my cock and was spread around the outside of her butthole.
I was about to lay on my back on the bed next to her but stopped when Mrs. Jennings reached between her legs and started masturbating. I watched as she started rubbing her clit and several seconds later she brought her other hand down and pushed two fingers into her pussy.
“Aren’t we such a horny old, whore tonight,” I teased her.
Mrs. Jennings didn’t reply but just continued to masturbate. She only lasted about two minutes and when she cried out that she was cumming I shoved two fingers into her still pulsing asshole and finger fucked her while she had her orgasm. She screamed out, her body spasmed like she was having a seizure, and her asshole tightened around my fingers. Mrs. Jennings then licked her fingers clean of her pussy fluids and when she was done I placed the fingers that had been in her ass to her lips and she sucked and licked them.
She didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of her pussy, she once told me she thought it was a disgusting act and the taste was not something she enjoyed very much. She did it because she knew I liked watching her taste herself. The same reason she would lick and suck my fingers after they had been in her butt, which she told me she found even more disgusting.
I lay down next to her. Mrs. Jennings lay on her back for several seconds enjoying how her body felt after her brutal ass fucking and her orgasm. She then cuddled up to me as she always did after we had sex. She placed her head on my chest and ran her fingers through my chest hairs. She let out a moaning sigh.
“That was so much better than I had been thinking about,” she said not to me but more to herself.
“Tell me why you are here?” I asked her. “Besides wanting to get your ass fucked. You could have done that at home by going out and whoring yourself to some unsuspecting, young white boy.”
“Why do you have to always be so mean and vulgar,” Mrs. Jennings whined. “I drove all this way, hide out in a hotel, bought sexy lingerie for you, and let you do perverted, disgusting things to me and you say something like that.”
“Because it’s fun,” I told her. “Plus, you were the one begging me to fuck your ass and telling me you wanted to be my whore.”
Mrs. Jennings’s blushed, “Well, it feels really good.”
She then explained that she left North Carolina a few days early because things with her mother-in-law were getting unbearable and her being there upset both her and her mother-in-law. On the drive back she saw some outlet stores off interstate I-95 in South Carolina. She stopped to do some shopping and bought the lingerie and some other sexy underwear to wear for me. When she got to Savannah and saw the exit off I-95 to I-16 to Macon she decided to stay on I-95 to drive to St. Mary’s and surprise me. I told her she must have been extremely horny to do that and Mrs. Jennings blushed again and told me she was. I asked how she knew what motel we were staying in and she told me that Mrs. Drew told her. She told Mrs. Drew she wanted the number and her room in case something happened to her mother-in-law and she could ask others to pray for her. I teased her about using religion to do something devious.
“I’m still aroused,” she told me after she finished telling me about her drive and kissed my nipples and licked them. “God, I can’t get enough of your beautiful body,” she told me.
Mrs. Jennings straddled my body and lay flat on top of me with her head to my chest. She started kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples. I moaned out. She liked my reaction to her making me feel good and started sucking and licking harder.
“I want to suck your cock again,” she told me after several moments of her sucking my nipples. “Then I want you to fuck me, baby.”
Mrs. Jennings kissed her way down my body and then took my cock in her mouth and started to give me a blow job. She sucked my cock for a few minutes and then looked up at me and giggled.
“Yes, the strawberry does taste much better than the stuff you use.” She went back to giving me a blow job.
I let Mrs. Jennings suck my dick for a little longer and then fucked her from behind. Before I left to go back to my room I fucked her again and decided I had better get back before it got too late. Mrs. Jennings wanted me to stay the rest of the night but she knew I couldn’t.
Before I left her hotel room I went into the bathroom to pee and I noticed a small box in the trash can. My heart froze and panic set in. I thought it was a home pregnancy test box. Mrs. Jennings told me the odds of her getting pregnant were greater than winning the lottery. Still, people won the lottery. I picked up the box and sighed with relief and chuckled. It was an over-the-counter enema kit.
I chuckled because when I skimmed the article in Mrs. Jennings’s hidden Cosmopolitan magazine about anal sex it recommended using an enema about once a month along with other practices to clean your anus for anal sex. We didn’t have anal sex all the time, but Mrs. Jennings enjoyed anal sex so much that she wanted to make sure her ass was clean and ready for when we did.
When I got back to my room, Dray was asleep and the next morning he told me Coach did not even do a bed check. I could see why he didn’t. Coach Parker had a very pretty, blonde wife and I am sure he was too busy with her to worry about his team. Mrs. Jennings told me she was driving back early that morning and was sorry she would miss the game, but how could she explain that she was suddenly there? She had told me before she liked to watch me play.
We did win that first playoff game and advanced. It was a tough game. Not that the other team was that good; we were much better than them and won by twenty-two points. It was a tough game because they were some cheating and unsportsmanlike bastards. They took cheap shots all game, late hits, punching our running back, receivers, and quarterback in the stomach, and sometimes groin after they would tackle them. Even kicking them in the head a few times as they got up after a tackle and other cheap shots. The refs were hometown referees and would not call ninety percent of the blatant unsportsmanlike penalties on the other team. They had no problem ejecting our starting tailback when after a forty-three-yard run he got into a fight when the player that tackled him spit in his face after the tackle.
Our bus got back to Macon and the school a little after eleven that night and instead of driving home, I went to Mrs. Jennings’s house. She was not in bed yet but was dressed for bed. Not expecting me to come over, she was wearing an unflattering nightgown she slept in and was not wearing makeup. She panicked when she asked behind her closed front door who it was and I answered. She opened the door for me and told me to hurry and park my car in her garage before the neighbors saw it.
Once inside her house, she asked what I was doing there and I just grinned and she quickly figured it out and invited me to her bedroom. I reminded her that she needed to be punished for sticking her finger up my ass. Mrs. Jennings whimpered and nodded her head. I told her to go into the living room and get on her husband’s recliner and wait for me to come and punish her while I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
When I walked into the living room, Mrs. Jennings was in her husband’s recliner, her knees on the seat, her hands gripping the back of the recliner, and her ass sticking up to accept her punishment. She had even lifted her nightgown to her waist and pulled her panties down to just above her knees. She started whimpering when I walked into the room and pulled my belt from my jeans. She didn’t protest or try and stop me or even say a word. She just kneeled on the recliner with her bare ass up to wait for her punishment.
It was not that she got off on the pain; she hated the pain of the spankings and paddling I gave her. But she accepted them without resistance because, to her, I was the man, and the man had the right to punish his woman. Mrs. Jennings would not have stood for any abuse and being spanked as punishment was different than abusing her. I would never and have never abused women and don’t tolerate men who do. If she was not so accepting of her punishment by spankings, I would not have done it.
What turned her on with being spanked was not the pain, but my dominance over her. That was very evident that night when I spanked her with my belt. She accepted it and the pain made her cry and she had tears running down her cheeks, but when I pulled my jeans off and fucked her from behind on her husband’s recliner her pussy was drenched from the arousal of my dominance over her.
After I spanked and fucked her, Mrs. Jennings begged me to stay the night, even offering to let me do perverted and nasty things to her; as she phrased it. I told her I had to leave and go home because my mother was expecting me home that night or early morning.
The next week we played our next bracket playoff game against a team from a Christian private school in the metro Atlanta area. It was a home game for us so we did not have to travel; they beat us pretty bad and won by twenty-seven points. Our team played our hearts out but they were just so much better than we were. They were a large school and had more access to better players than our small school did and they were an integrated private school.
So my high school football career ended on a loss and I could not even go to fuck Mrs. Jennings as a condolence prize because her husband was home that week.
The second occurrence in my affair with Mrs. Jennings I will share is the time she and I went out of town for four nights during the spring break of my senior year of high school. That will be the next chapter.
