My Turn

MY TURN Goes with yw1563 By Susan Well, I've decided to take my turn. You've heard from my husband's point of view, not always correctly I might add. So, if you'll permit me, I'll give my perspective and correct any errors he has given about me. First of all, we are both thirty-something's although he is slightly older than I. I would have to say that the picture he painted initially in his story is correct with a few slight differences. I was depicted as a "soccer mom" with three kids and a professional part time job. The "prim and proper" label he gave me was appropriate but not completely accurate. While it's true, he may have been completely at ease with our pathetic, non-existent sex life, I was not. I will grant that he probably didn't realize my true feelings, but he never tried to find out either. I suspect that the physical limitations of his body let him fool himself into thinking that I was satisfied. And to the casual observer, we did seem to have the perfect life. Money will do that. The fact that I was involved with my children, in church, in scouts, in school, may have made it appear that I was morally upstanding and happy, and part of me was. But this was far from the complete truth. I live in two worlds; two stages where I play two different roles. In the first, I lead the life of a model housewife and mother and professional woman while in the other, well, let's just say I'm the opposite. Physically, his descriptions were quite correct. I was surprised that he did not take license with his own sexual shortcomings and I give him credit for that. I'm not sure I appreciate the "Buddha" reference but I'll admit to more weight than I would like. As I've aged, my tummy has taken a slight matronly swell, but not too much. My chest has swollen also, quite a bit more than my belly, and if my breasts sag more at almost 40 than they did when we met, they still seem to make my lovers hard. If I were to describe myself, I would say that I am short, buxom and cute. I don't think I'd be mistaken for Miss America but I am attractive. I have been told I bear a striking resemblance to Katy Couric, with blonde hair. In fact, I've been stopped several times for autographs at airports and restaurants and such, though, I'm sure Katy would not come close to filling my brassiere. I'm surprised Terry didn't mention that because I think he finds it a pleasant fantasy. He has called out "Katy" on more than one occasion at climax. Most men don't seem to care what I have above the neck or below the navel anyway. And I have not had any of my sexual partners complain of my body composition. Terry was right on the money with my measurements, height, weight, etc. except that, while I am blonde, my natural color is more "dirty blonde" and I color it routinely. I've often heard the slander, "You're not a real blonde!" when someone spies the color of my much Chestnut colored pubic hair. His description of my dressing habits was more or less correct except that I dress conservatively when I don't want to garner attention, in my "mother and wife" role. Since most of the functions that we attend together involve men and women that I don't care to be involved with sexually, I don't draw attention to my body. If I find myself in a situation where I might interact with people I find arousing and no one will find out, then my attire is much more revealing. I am not going to waste my time or your time disputing any of his stories about my escapades. For the most part, what he described was true. I don't apologize for my sexual tastes and desires. While I don't condone my desires or ask others to, they are what they are. Morally and legally, what turns me on is wrong but that doesn't stop my nipples from getting firm or my pussy from getting wet. And while I am concerned with being caught, I suspect that my preoccupation with the darker race insulates me. The biggest error in my husband's story was his description of me as a "virgin" when we married. I never told him I was a virgin and I have no idea how he got that idea except that we were very platonic while we dated. He probably presumed that meant I was a "good" girl and not into premarital sex. He was wrong. Our lack of intimacy while courting was due in large part to the fact I found him arousing not in the least. I allowed him to believe that my lack of lubrication during intimacy was not his fault but in reality, my body simply would not respond to him. This is ironic because when I'm aroused, I typically gush. From the start, I knew our marriage was mostly of convenience. Our families, both very well to do, were close and I felt tremendous pressure to go with him. While I must admit a certain affection for Terry, if mostly as the father of my children, I have no love for him as a spouse and certainly get no satisfaction from our mating. While I cannot condone my own sexual desires and eccentricities, I think I can explain where they came from. And, perhaps this will be as arousing as my husband's earlier revelations. First of all, I was raised in a very strict and religious house. My father is Irish Catholic and though my mother is from an old English family with Episcopal roots, my brothers and I were raised Catholic. I went to parochial school for grade school and junior high and premarital sex was strongly discouraged. While I took this lesson to heart, that is not to say that I was asexual in my teenaged years. It seems an unwritten rule that Catholic girls give head. I don't remember ever talking about it with my girlfriends but I just always assumed that it was OK to suck a boy off, as long as we didn't have sex. At a very young age, I gave my first blow job and I have to admit liking it. The more I did it, the better I got and the more my partners enjoyed my talents. When I was 13, I had my tonsils removed. The doctor said that they had nicked my pharyngeal nerve but he didn't anticipate any complications. He may not have foreseen it but my gag reflex went with the nerve and I found myself able to accommodate quite a bit more than I could previously. As time went on, I was easily able to "deep throat", not that I was engaged with that many well- endowed boys in high school but there were a few. I developed a quiet reputation for fellatio and was a popular date. I found that if I was willing, almost wanting to give a guy head, he soon lost the urge to take my hymen. I would let my date play with my ever increasing breasts, even play with my vagina but when he got too friendly down there, I would immediately move my mouth toward his organ. As for my own satisfaction, I would take care of myself later. I found manipulating my clitoris, or, later a vibrator, fixed me quite nicely. I stayed away from steady relationships through high school and college, though I dated extensively. My body and my face, in addition to my oral skills, kept boys interested. My breasts began to develop when I was 10, much earlier than the other girls in my class. And though I didn't care for the envious words and looks my female classmates had, I liked the attention they drew from the other sex. My mother told me not to worry about them, when they started to develop their envy would go away but I found quite a bit of animosity all through school. That is not to say that I disliked having large breasts. They were not always easy to have and there were times when I wished for a smaller chest, but overall, I was happy with what I looked like. Besides being the first girl in my class to get breasts, I was also the first to get pubic hair and my period. I'm sure that I was the first girl in my class to start fooling around with boys. The summer I turned eleven, I was on the swim team at our local pool. I made out with a 12-year-old boy and let him play with my chest. After a week of fooling around, I gave him my first blowjob. His orgasm startled me and I hadn't planned on swallowing his semen but he had me by the head and wouldn't let me release his penis. The taste of cum immediately thrilled me and from my first blowjob, I ate cum. I was sixteen the first time a guy came on my face and I can't claim the same enjoyment. I swore I wouldn't do that again but you know the old adage, "never say never." I remember watching my first porno movie in eleventh grade and seeing the female starlet get "painted." The idea grew on me the more I thought of it and soon, I would leave it up to my date whether he wanted to cum in my throat for me to swallow or ejaculate on my face. When I was sixteen, something happened that changed my entire sexual outlook. Looking back now, I'm sure that this was the point I began to favor younger boys. My parents had some friends with younger children and when I was fourteen I began to baby-sit for them regularly. They had three children, the oldest a boy. He was 10 when I started watching them. One night, the parents returned from some social engagement and both were inebriated. The father offered to drive me home and my intuition said to defer. He was adamant and finally I gave in. You can probably guess that he made a pass at me. He was very aggressive and mean and I was quite frightened that he would rape me. At any rate, to keep him out of my pants I offered a blowjob. It was totally disgusting and a major turn off. The second time he made a pass at me, I realized that I had to do something or I would be giving him head forever. The next time I babysat, I got very friendly with the son. It didn't take much rubbing from my 34DD's to put his adolescent mast at attention. When the other kids were in bed, we made out and I did a sexy striptease for him. When I was nude, we began to make out and shortly, he was nude also. Rubbing my hairy crotch against him and pressing my large breasts into his chest had him quite close to orgasm. When he was almost ready to cum, I jumped off of him and put my mouth on his rod and swallowed every drop. For a young boy, his cock was almost as big as his father's and his cum tasted much better. I was aroused enough to masturbate for him. When his parents got home and his father insisted on driving me home, I was no longer afraid. When he stopped the car, I let him slide over and start kissing me. After a few minutes, I asked him how he liked the taste of his son's sperm. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. The next time I told him I would be pregnant. When he realized that if he wanted me to leave his son alone, he would have to leave me alone; he chose the path of least desirable consequences. I never touched his son again, in fact they never used me as a babysitter again, but the incident started a loathing for older men and a bottomless desire for younger partners. I suppose if I had been put in therapy at this point, I wouldn't be where I am now. So much for that. The rest of the way through high school, I satisfied myself with boys close to my age. I would date a boy a year or two or maybe three years younger than I. At first it was enough but as time went by, I found myself wanting what I had my first time. The summer after I graduated from high school, I worked as a lifeguard at our local pool. I was on the swim team and taught swimming lessons and so I was quite familiar with the younger boys. One boy in particular had me enthralled. He was 12 but had the body of a 16-year-old with a baby face. We were on the swim team together and I had caught him on more than one occasion checking me out, especially my breasts. After a little bit of jockeying, I had also managed to teach his advanced swimming lesson class. This had given me ample opportunity to rub my breasts against his hard wet body in the pool. Once I had even brushed my arm against his raging erection. Our pool had the girl's locker room on one end and the boy's locker room on the other with the manager's office in between. The ceiling was open across all the rooms which meant that if you stood on a desk in the office and looked over the top of the wall, you could see the whole girls locker room. A few of the older girls like myself knew that the boys liked to try to spy on girls showering. Most of the older boys did nothing for me but the idea of this young 12-year-old stud checking me out sent shivers through me. My nipples would get firm every time I was around him. I had even stopped trimming my pubic hair so that little tufts would stick out the sides of my bathing suit. After lessons one day, I let it be known that I was going to take a shower, winking at him in front of his two best friends. Now, most of the girls had taken to showering with their suits on and changing in the far corner, if at all, to keep from being peeped on. I had no such intention. I went in and stripped naked and chose the closest shower to the office. It wasn't long before three sets of twelve year old eyes were taking me in. It was an incredible feeling and I must say that from that point on, my exhibitionism was hard to suppress. I left the locker room in a short skirt and tank top, no panties and no bra and went right for my three oglers. Mitch, the boy I was stalking couldn't even look me in the eyes. His gaze was fixed right at my chest and he had a tent pole in his Speedo's. The other two were equally smitten but I was looking for only one trophy that day. I asked Mitch if he would like to ride home with me. It being summer, I took him to the one place I knew no one would be, school. We made out behind the elementary school and I let him take every inch of my clothing off. Mitch was the closest I came to actually having sex all through high school. I wanted him very badly. I actually let him have unprotected anal sex with me. We made out three more times after that but because I had waited till August to spring my trap, summer was soon over and I was off to college. College was fairly uneventful for me, at least from a sexual point of view. My dating slowed down quite a bit, mostly because I did not find the other co-ed boys attractive. When I got the opportunity to go home, I would date younger guys from high school. The only significant event, sexually related, happened in my junior year. I went to a rather large college and though I was on the track and swim team in high school, the only thing I participated with in college was cheerleading. It's almost cliche to talk about the cheerleader who goes out to cheer without underpants but I actually did it. I had been home on the Friday night before one of our big home games and I had gone out with a boy from high school, a sophomore. He knew I was a cheerleader and was turned on by this very scenario. After some fooling around, he told me he was coming to the game and wanted me to go out without panties. I knew it wasn't a good idea, I didn't even really want to do it but he got so turned on, I went ahead. Nobody really noticed till into the second quarter when our coach came to me and kicked me off the squad, right on the spot. It was a pretty big controversy. I was almost suspended and my parents found out. I was in pretty hot water for a while. I don't even know if anyone besides the coach and the male cheerleaders saw. It was the end of my college cheerleading days. After college, I went directly to dental school following my mother's footsteps. My junior year was significant for two reasons. The first was that I started dating and became engaged to Terry. The second and most important was that I found my sexual calling. It happened in the summer before my junior year. I was 24 years old. My parents were going on vacation and taking two of my brothers along but leaving the third at home. He was 15. They asked if I would come home and stay with him for the two weeks they would be gone. I agreed. As most teenaged boys would do when left at home for the first time, he planned a party just after they left. I was reluctant to let him have it, after all, that was the reason I was asked to stay with him. But feeling the need to be the "cool" big sister, I said OK. My only request was that everyone be out by 2 and that no one use my bedroom. Neither request was fulfilled. I went out with some girl friends from high school and came home about 1, a little tipsy but sober enough to see that the house was trashed. I was not very happy. After making a quick inventory of the inside and pool area, I was coming back through the house. Surprisingly, most of the teenagers had either left or had paired up and were making out. When I went into the kitchen, I found the most incredible Black kid I had ever seen. He was gorgeous. He had a very muscular, dark black body but a young, boyish, baby face. For a moment I just stared. I tried not to look so interested but I couldn't stop checking him out. We chatted for a bit and he told me his name was Tony and that he was 16. He had come with his friend Loni but Loni had ditched him for a girl. He said he was just getting ready to leave. The idea of him leaving was unacceptable. Right on the spot, I decided I was going to be intimate with this kid. As we talked, I noticed him checking me out, especially my large chest. Since it was summer and very warm, I was wearing a short denim skirt and tank top. As his eyes ogled my body, my nipples responded by becoming erect. I had never been so aware of my body and I was glad that my breasts were so big. I took several opportunities to bend over and let him look down my blouse, pretending to clean up or pick something up. He seemed to find them very attractive. I asked him if he would come up to my room and smoke some pot. He said sure and I asked him to let me check my room first and go to the bathroom while he got us some beer. I had to restrain myself to keep from skipping out of the room. As I suspected, two teenagers were deep in a lovelock in my room. I quickly kicked them out then went into my bathroom to check my make up. On a whim, I decided to remove my underpants then I headed back downstairs to gather my prey. I was going to give this kid the blowjob of his life. When I went back into the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks and did a double take. Instead of one young black stud, now there were two. Tony introduced me to Loni and though he wasn't bad looking, I couldn't help being crestfallen. I felt like my chance encounter had just fallen apart. Loni began asking me questions and after a few minutes it became apparent that they were not leaving. Finally, Loni asked if we could go up to my room and smoke some weed. It began to occur to me that he had been checking me out pretty closely and that maybe Tony had mentioned something to him before I came down. Against my better judgement I agreed and we gathered a pitcher of beer and headed off to my room. At this point I had resolved that all we would do was smoke a little dope and then call it a night. The boys had other plans however. We sat down in my room, packed a bowl and began to talk over our pitcher of beer. They were impressed with how cool an older sister I was, letting my brother have this party while my parents were gone. After a few minutes, we got around to the fact that these guys were so young. They tried to come off much older but I finally got them to admit that they were both only 13. They thought it was very cool to be smoking weed and drinking beer with a 24- year-old girl. I was just a little high and slightly tipsy but still mostly coherent when I noticed Loni staring at my crotch. Most of the time they were staring at my chest so I immediately noticed the change. I looked down and noticed that I was sitting with my legs apart and my skirt had ridden up to reveal my completely bare bottom. I couldn't move. I looked back at Loni and he slowly got up and walked over and stood in front of me. I stared up at him for what seemed like 5 minutes. Finally, without saying a word, he began to unbutton his trousers and slid them down. I felt like I was caught in the hypnotic trance of a snake. Slowly, I lowered my gaze to his underwear. It was apparent he had a large, very large for a kid his age, snake of his own. I heard him say, "go ahead," though it sounded like it came from far away. My head was swirling as I put my lips on his cotton covered love stick. I began to kiss his meat through his underwear and I felt it get even bigger. This kid easily had the biggest cock I had ever been with. After soaking his underpants with my spit, I couldn't take it any longer. I began to pull his underwear down. His penis was a work of art. He had no pubic hair but the biggest, most intimidating dick I had ever seen, even in movies. I put the head in my mouth and looking up at him, I slowly began to swallow the whole thing. I felt like my entire sexual experience had brought me to this point and this was the test. I had never tried to deep throat something so big. It took time, lubricating it with my saliva and I was making some pretty disgusting swallowing noises but soon I was burying my nose in the small of his belly. I never felt so good. I thought for sure he would climax quickly. Surely he can't have done this before. But, after five minutes or so, my jaw and throat were quickly starting to tire and it was obvious I was getting more than I bargained for. I had to fight him to get my mouth off his wand because he had a very tight grip on my hair and the back of my head but finally I managed to. I begged him to finish, that I was getting tired. He didn't even acknowledge me. He just grabbed my head with one hand and his cock with the other and forced me back on. After a few more minutes of deep fucking my mouth, I thought I was going to get lockjaw. But his pace finally picked up and I heard his breathing begin to labor. He let out a couple of long grunts and buried his sword to the hilt and I felt rather than tasted his seed deposited in my throat. I just swallowed for all I was worth. When his climax subsided, he pulled his cock out and I cleaned it off. His cum was incredible, the best I had ever tasted. Before he sat down, he took his pants and shirt off. He then went over to my bed and sat down, nude. Once again, I was staring at these two young black teenaged studs. Nobody said anything for a minute. I took a drink of beer and finally broke the silence by asking them if they wanted to smoke another bowl. They stared at me for a minute and then Loni, in a very direct and harsh voice, told me to take off my clothes. He also called me a slut. My mouth dropped open. For some reason, the mood had changed from friendly to adversarial. I didn't move and this really pissed him off. He threatened me and called me more names and told me again to strip. I looked at Tony who never said a word but I could see the lust in his eyes. That was what finally put me at ease. His gaze was drinking me in and I immediately went from uncomfortable and a little frightened to very aroused. I stood and moved over in front of them both. I had never been so aware of my body and both of them were transfixed on my chest. I reached down and slowly lifted my skirt to reveal my unclad hairy bottom. Slowly both of their stares lowered and I could literally feel my labia swell. For the first time in my life I could feel myself begin to get wet without touching. I unbuttoned my skirt, slid it off and handed it to them. Slowly, I pulled my tank top over my head, each boob catching and plopping out heavily as the top came up. I stood in front of them, clad only in my bra. I was never so proud of my big boobs. The look on their faces was an incredible turn on. I reached behind and unsnapped my bra and very, very slowly slid it off. At the time, I was a 36DDD, about 10 to 15 pounds ago, but my breasts were bigger than they had ever been. When I laid my bra on the bed with them, I was very close to orgasm. Loni began to tell me how hot I looked, although he was pretty insulting with his compliment. Tony stood and I moved to him, put my arms around his head and pulled him toward me. We began a slow passionate, deep wet kiss and my head swam. I mashed my chest into his body and began to rub my crotch against his leg. He turned me to face my floor length mirror. I was facing the mirror, nude, with him behind me. He was taller than I but we looked great together. He had his arms under mine, caressing my breasts. The contrast of our skin colors was fantastic. I don't know why I had never been with a black boy before. I turned back to him and we kissed again. After a few minutes, I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down. I didn't resist. This was the closest I ever came to being in love. This was the hottest guy I had ever been with and at that point, I would have done anything for him. The fact that he was ten years younger than I was, and black, simply made me insane with lust. I began to kiss his crotch, looking up at him lovingly as I did. I begged him to let me suck his dick. He began to undo his pants and pulled them down, his underwear coming down with his tight jeans. Out flopped the biggest, blackest sex stick I had ever seen. He may have been young but he was very well built. I began to give him a voracious blowjob. Tony didn't last quite as long as Loni, but as he was reaching his peak, he grabbed a handful of my hair from the top of my head with his left hand and pulled his massive tool out with his right hand and long stroked himself to an explosion over my face. His orgasm was enormous. He just kept cumming and cumming and the taste was exquisite. When his breathing returned to normal, he sat back on the bed with his cohort. I assumed that their foray with the older white girl was finished and went into the bathroom to pee. I checked myself in the mirror. It was incredible. It looked like a mayonnaise jar had exploded on my head. I was startled to see Tony standing in the door staring at me. Without saying anything, he moved to me. I thought he might kiss me but should have known better with his seed all over my face. He pushed me toward the shower and told me to kneel. This kid was incredible. I thought he wanted another head job so I knelt and looked up at him. His cock, though not erect and stiff was still very long and menacing. He grabbed himself with his right hand and without saying a word, he began to urinate on me. I was at a total loss. His piss hit me in the face like water from a garden hose. I had never even thought about an experience like this. From the minute it hit me, I found it incredibly erotic. I can't explain that except that I was extremely aroused. When his stream began to slow, I attacked his cock and began to swallow his liquid. As I did this, I touched myself and had a tremendous orgasm. The taste was incredible, not bad at all, and the thought of letting this kid evacuate his bladder in my mouth drove me to ecstasy. When he finished, Loni was right there to take his bathroom break. I came again. When they finished using me as a urinal, I was exhausted. They were both looking at me, squatting in the floor of my shower and I decided to just let myself go. I pissed right there all over myself. Loni called me some pretty insulting names but I was spent. They left the room and I decided it was time to clean myself up. As I was showering, I played back the events of the last hour. It was the most erotic event of my life and it just felt so right. I had had turn-ons before but nothing like this. Just the very thought of being with these young studs, and the fact that instead of me being the teacher, the mentor, they were using me like a novice, humiliating me, made me weak in the knees. And the fact that they were black, all the taboos, I began to finger myself and came again. I knew this would not be the last time I would do this. As I dried off and combed my hair, exhaustion was overtaking me. I brushed my teeth and put on my nightgown. I fully expected to go right to bed but when I went back into my bedroom, both boys were naked and laying on my bed. I asked them if they were staying the night and Loni responded, "What the fuck did you think?" I told them how tired I was and that all I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep was the last thing on their mind. As I lay down between them, they descended on me. They positioned themselves on either side of me and one started to French kiss me and play with my boobs under my nightgown while the other began to kiss my tummy and play with my hairy pussy and finger my ass.. In seconds, my nightgown was in a ball on the floor. I tried to stop them. I told them I couldn't have sex with them, that I was a virgin but I was not very convincing and they didn't believe me. Those black fingers around my labia and clitoris were really doing a number. When I played with myself before I would get wet but nothing like this. My pussy was running like a faucet. It felt like I had peed the bed, the sheets were drenched. Whoever was playing with my pussy started to finger my ass and at that point, my protestations stopped. I remember the knife driving through my forehead when his finger left my ass and speared my hymen. I shrieked at the top of my lungs but grabbed his hand and started humping. At some point, I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed them both off of me and rolled onto one. I straddled his crotch and reached down and grabbed his sugar stick and pointed it at my canal. I never really thought about any of this. I just did it. I knew if I thought about it, I would stop. I placed the uncircumcised head at my opening and collapsed down. The pain made the finger probe from before feel like a feather. It felt like I was being ripped apart. Tears ran out of my eyes, saliva ran down my chin, I was screaming in pain. I looked down expecting to see blood running out of me. I was only halfway down this telephone pole. I couldn't move but slowly the pain began to give way to an incredible feeling of completion. This was right. It was what I was made for. I could see now that I was on Loni and he slowly began to slide in and out of me. I could feel the sides of my vagina holding his massive girth, even wet as I was. It felt like my pussy would turn inside out as he pulled out. He only managed a half dozen strokes, going just a little faster with each insertion. The pain was long gone replaced by the most incredible feeling I had ever felt and getting better with each downward plunge. I could feel each downstroke going further in but it didn't feel like there was any more room. I have no idea how I accommodated his dong. I could literally feel him pushing past my cervix. Suddenly, I began to feel a contraction, my muscles starting to size, rumblings deep inside. Loni kept on pounding but I could feel myself reaching a peak. Each time he buried his pole in me, I let out of wail of pleasure until I thought my head would explode. I felt my pussy literally begin to push his cock from inside me. He pushed up to meet my expelling contraction and that's when the dam broke loose. I felt a flood give way from deep inside, almost like I was peeing but different. I felt the gush run out around his enormous dick as he kept on stroking. I gushed again and again as he kept stroking. I was shuddering, sputtering, blabbering, my eyes were closed, tears were streaming down. I was lost in a world of ecstasy, vaguely aware that this stud just kept on hammering me. I finally was able to open my eyes and I looked over toward the door. My brother was standing there staring open mouthed! I tried to say something but blubber was all that would come out. I thought for an instant of stopping but was quickly swept up in another wave of orgasm. Loni grabbed me by the breasts and turned me over to my back in one swift motion. He barely lost a stroke as he slammed into me again. On the second stroke, I was gone. I don't know how long I was out or what they did to me while I was unconscious but I awoke to Tony slamming into me. It was an intense pleasure/pain but I didn't want him to stop. He hammered me for what seemed like an hour but was probably more like ten minutes and then I felt him tense as he neared his climax. I stared at him through bleary eyes as he grunted and I felt the most intense heat inside of me. It lasted over 30 seconds. I don't know if these guys were virgins or not but they certainly fucked me like professionals. Tony pulled his horse cock from my vagina and it was covered in semen and my love juice, a long thick rope of jism hung from his pole to my hole. I slowly tried to move and found I was extremely sore and stiff. When I was finally able to stand, I immediately felt something rush from me and I stuck my hand down to catch it, to keep whatever it was from falling on the floor. I caught a huge handful of cum and love juice, more than I could hold and the excess overflowed my hand and dropped onto the floor. I looked at both boys and then at the sticky, soupy mess in my hand and then brought it to my mouth and drank it all down. Loni called me a disgusting pig. I was finding the more he insulted and humiliated me, the more turned on I got. I was very, very sore. It felt like I had ridden a horse bareback down the Grand Canyon. I limped to the bathroom and cleaned myself. When I tenderly went back to the bedroom and looked at the clock it was 2:30. Unfortunately, neither boy looked like he was finished. I wanted to cry. I was exhausted and so sore I could barely move. I collapsed on my bed and they descended on me again. I was too weak to fight them off and I descended into another round of bleary, half conscious fantasy fuck dreamland. I passed in and out of the real world, in fits and furies of pain and intense pleasure. I awoke just before noon the next day alone. I could barely move. When I finally felt the urge to move, I gingerly limped to my parents bedroom so I could soak in their large tub. After an hour or so, I could move without intense pain. When I went back to my room to sleep, I found a note they had left me. It thanked me for the night and said they wanted to get together again soon. God, I was so sore right then, the thought of another round with those behemoth cocks gave me shivers. I lay down and fell asleep immediately. I awoke to my brother shaking me. I looked at the clock and found it was 7 P.M. I got up and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. I felt much better after resting, not quite as sore. My brother sat down and talked to me as I ate. As we began to chat, it occurred to me that in my wild high lust haze from the previous night, I seemed to remember my brother walking in on me. I casually brought up the previous evening. He said, "Well, I had fun, but apparently not as much fun as you." I stared at my food. I asked him what he saw and he told me he saw the whole thing. I was embarrassed and ashamed and a little afraid he would tell someone I slept with these two teenagers. I asked if he was upset to which he replied, "a little." I asked if he would tell anyone and he said no. Then he began to question me about my sex life, why I liked black guys and especially guys so young, younger than him. I told him that I had been a virgin until the previous night and things just got carried away. He didn't say anything for a moment and then he asked, "You sure looked like you were enjoying it. Were you?" I told him it was the most incredible experience of my life. He also asked if I would do it again. I told him I didn't know. That seemed to satisfy him and he left me alone. After some TV and a relaxing swim, I headed up to my room for a shower and a good night's sleep. I had just stepped out of the shower to get a towel, completely naked when my bathroom door opened and there stood my brother, also buck naked and with a raging hard on. I covered my breasts with one arm and my pubic area with my other hand and asked him what the Hell he thought he was doing. He told me he couldn't stop thinking about me with those two black boys, that he had been masturbating all day. With that, he began to stroke himself right there in front of me. His 15-year-old penis, though larger than my husband's, was nothing compared to what I'd had the night previous. Still, he seemed in intense pain. I asked what he wanted me to do. He asked me just to stand there and watch him beat off. As he stroked himself, I dropped my arms and let him ogle my dripping wet body. As he began to get close to climax, I knelt and moved over under his cock and let him ejaculate into my mouth and I swallowed it. Honestly, it was a little turn on but nothing next to the thrill of being with a black kid. I sat back against the wall and began to finger myself, letting him watch me piddle all over my tile floor. After I came, he left quickly. After drying my hair and putting on my nightgown, I went to his room and knocked on the door. I went in and sat on his bed. He told me that he really enjoyed seeing me with the black guys, in fact, that he had fantasized about it before. I was shocked and a little turned on. He asked if he could watch me do it again. I told him I wasn't sure if I would but if I did, he could watch. With that, I stood, slipped my nightgown to the floor and crawled into bed with him nude. We kissed and he fondled me and we fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, I told him that we couldn't do this anymore. That it wasn't right and that it would cause big problems if people found out. Unfortunately, we did do it again. On several occasions, I would relieve him with a blowjob after letting him watch me with my new playmates. We never had intercourse although on one occasion, he actually gave head to one of my boyfriends. I was a little jealous but I found it quite a turn on. The rest of the summer was a sexual awakening for me. On one hand, I entered this very boring ho-hum relationship with my fianc?, while every chance I got to be away found me with one or more very young, very black stud being rudely violated and humiliated in some erotic encounter. Three boys at a pool in a black neighborhood. Four kids in the dressing room at a department store. Two boys in the parking lot at the mall. Eight studs at my house when my family was away. I quickly discovered that unprotected sex with young black studs and older fertile white women is not a good combination. After several days of nausea and not quite feeling right, I took a home pregnancy test and found that, sure enough, I was with child. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, I miscarried quite early before anyone knew. After a visit to my OB, I started taking birth control pills to prevent another consummation. The pleasant side effect that I didn't foresee was the extra cup and a half it would put on my already teeming bra. I soon found myself unable to find clothes, especially bras. My cup size was 9 and a half inches larger than my back size; now it's 10. I learned to either buy a larger size or buy special market customized bras, very inconvenient. Difficult as it may be, having two 12-year-old studs liplocked to my huge udders makes up for it. The boys quickly nicknamed me "Bessie the cow" because of my gargantuan juggs. I guess it was because of this that one of my boys, Barry, got the idea that it would be fun to see the cow mate with a dog. That was five years ago. Not long after that, we had a party and I was introduced to the wonderful world of bestiality. While I can't say that every animal turns me on, I would be lying if I said I didn't find it a turn on to be with some animals, especially if I have a group of horny studs watching. My favorite animal escapades have to be with donkeys. Dogs can be annoying, they scratch and cum quickly and they have this knot that they get in the head of their cock after they climax that can hurt. Horses, while their cum is exquisite to taste and comes in buckets, no pun intended, have cocks that are too large to do anything but lick the head. Jackasses, on the other hand, are just right. Their cocks tend to be huge when compared to humans but not too big for either my throat or my 5'2 pussy. And their orgasms are tremendous as well as delicious. Last summer, a group of about 12 boys who were going into 7th grade were inducted into my club with a donkey party. I actually had a very sexy wedding dress made and we had a fake wedding where I was betrothed to this beautiful 1-year-old black donkey named Jake. My dress was beautiful, white with lace. The bodice was very tight, off the shoulder, and had a scoop neck that showed a tremendous amount of cleavage. I had the gown adjusted so it was gathered around my waist in the front and pulled up and pinned so that my bare pussy was exposed. I wore a white garter belt and stockings but no underpants. It was incredibly sexy. We started by having a greeting line where I came through and kissed each boy and let them feel me up, and then I came back through and gave them each a blowjob. We placed a kiddy pool in the corner and as each boy had to go to the bathroom, they relieved themselves in the pool. We kept this for later for me to drink and play in. After the head jobs, we had a service where the donkey and I were wed. I know it's kinky but I truly love to French kiss these beasts. They are so sexy! After the service, I did a sexy striptease and then we "consummated our wedding" in front of the jeering boys. Jake was chosen for his very virile build and his prodigious amount of seed. God! It felt like I was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey with hot mayonnaise! Incredible. After our lovemaking, I started to rim Jake's hot ass, the same thing I do with my lovers sometimes. As I was licking my Ass's ass, he actually shit in my mouth. It was totally disgusting but I came right away and ate as much as I could before vomiting. Finally, we ended the whole debauchery by having me swim in the pool of boy and donkey urine. It was so full and I drank my fill. I laid in it and masturbated. I was so taken with Jake that I bought him. Now he's mine to have anytime I want. I guess I kind of skipped ahead there. No matter. That's really all I wanted to tell. I have a hot story about a trip to the Caribbean and the youngest stud I have ever been with but I'll bore you with that another time. While my husband knows about my perversity, the cuckold does nothing about it. I know he finds it exciting even while it disgusts him. I don't care. I have no desire to bring him into my other world. I love having two different lives. I like feeling upright and clean on one side and dirty and filthy on the other. And the fact that none of my clean side friends have any idea how perverted and nasty I am is a turn on. My best friend Dina keeps telling me I should get Terry involved, make him our love slave. While I won't deny the fact that I'm slightly aroused thinking of my wimp husband sucking some young black stud's huge cock, I still prefer to keep my worlds separated. I let Terry spy on us occasionally but other than that, I won't let him play. I suppose I should worry about him turning me in but I know he doesn't have the nerve. Besides, how would it look if it got out that his wife had to find sexual satisfaction with kids his children's age. We have placed our children in exclusive private schools so I am open now to play in my free time. I guess there's not much I haven't tried or done. Exhibitionism, whoring, stripping, gangbangs, pedophilia, water sports, scat, bestiality, you name it. I keep the videos of all my little escapades in a safe deposit box. The things I do are best kept private, at least for now. Someday, maybe when I'm no longer working and don't have to worry about my reputation, I'll release a few over the internet. I'm sure they would be a hit. If you ever see a picture or clip of some blonde, Katy Couric looking woman being fucked by a black stud or animal, or worse, you'll know it's me. Love, Susan Goes with yw1563 5798 1.45/512345