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A Baby for Elise
by Elise (address withheld)

***

A buried lust resurfaces and I suffer the consequences. 
(MF, wife, cheat, intr, rom, preg)

***

It has been almost exactly twenty years since my story 
began, and I hardly know how to tell it. It is not a 
source of pride for me. It is more a source of shame, 
something I cannot tell my friends and family about. 
Yet, these are probably the most exciting events of my 
life, and they will mean the end of my marriage because 
I will not be able to keep them secret much longer. I 
regret what I did those months ago and I have thought 
of little else since then. 

Maybe that is why I feel compelled to write my story 
down and tell it to some strangers who share my 
mysterious obsession. I suppose it is ironic that I 
learned of this website and others like it from my 
sister, when they may have ruined her marriage. My 
brother-in-law was lax about cleaning his browser 
history and my sister decided to snoop while he was at 
work and she found several links to sites with pictures 
and stories about interracial sex. Now, she and her 
husband are separated and I am writing my story to post 
on those same sites.

In 1986, I was a junior in a rural high school. I was 
lucky enough to be shapely and pretty and popular and 
to have my choice of boys. This was in the fall, at the 
beginning of the school year and it was my second year 
on the pompon squad. I had just started dating Don, a 
running back on the football team who was a senior. 

I had kissed a couple of boys and let one play with my 
breasts, but I was still a virgin, which was common for 
a sixteen-year-old girl in those days. Don was a real 
cutie, though, and we had had eyes for each other for a 
couple of years before we got together. Like all young 
girls, I was feeling my sexuality but I did not want 
the wrong boy to be my first. I thought Don might be 
the one, if he was willing to take things slowly.

Our school was small. There were only about 300 
students and there was only one black family in the 
district. They lived in the same small town as my and 
Don's families. James, the oldest boy, was a year ahead 
of me, in Don's class and his sister was a year behind 
me. James was a starting linebacker and running back on 
the football team, alongside Don. I always felt a 
little sorry for James because there weren't any black 
girls for him to date and no self-respecting white girl 
in my town would date him. 

He was nice enough, but he often seemed a little aloof 
and I think he resented us for the isolation he must 
have felt. Even though none of us dated him, he was the 
subject of some whispered conversation among the girls. 
We wondered if the stories about black men's penises 
were true, of course, and he was the only black man 
around to speculate about. 

Homecoming was coming up and Don was my date. We had 
been together long enough that Don had played with my 
ass and sucked by breasts a few times, but even though 
it was painfully obvious that he was hard when we made 
out, I had not touched his penis or let him finger me. 
It seemed time to take the next step and homecoming day 
seemed like the perfect time. 

If things went well, I would let Don finger my pussy 
and treat him to a handjob. There was a parade through 
our little town in the morning and Don and I went back 
to my house after school let out for the afternoon. My 
parents were at work and we would have a few precious 
hours without worries of being disturbed. We were in my 
bed almost as soon as we walked in the door and Don 
seemed to sense that the time was right to take me 
farther.

Our shirts were off and were lying together in our 
jeans. Don was rubbing my breasts and feeling my body 
and he finally slipped his hand between my legs. "Is it 
okay?" he asked. I nodded and he kissed me while he 
rubbed my pussy. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned 
his jeans and slipped my hand into his pants to get my 
first handful of penis. I took it out and looked at it 
and rubbed it with both hands. I hoped he would take it 
as a signal that he could get into my pants too. 

He put his hand down the front of my pants and searched 
for my damp pussy. When he found it, he slipped his 
finger inside. Don hadn't learned about the clitoris, 
yet, so he finger fucked me while I jerked him off. It 
was only a couple of minutes before he came all over 
his stomach. When he was finished he stopped fingering 
me and went to the bathroom to clean up. It wasn't an 
ideal first sexual experience, but I knew things would 
get better, especially when he found my clit. We kissed 
for a while, and then Don went home to get ready for 
the homecoming game.

The football team nearly lost us the game that night, 
but James ran the ball over the line on the final drive 
and we won. The dance was the first of the year and it 
was a lively event for such a small school. I danced 
close with Don and felt his penis harden against my 
stomach. My pussy moistened in response I danced close 
enough to let him know that I enjoyed feeling his 
erection between us. 

We both knew there would be more fooling around after 
the dance, but I waited forty-five minutes so it 
wouldn't be obvious why Don and I were leaving. Around 
nine o'clock we were dancing and all I could think of 
was getting my hands on his organ again. I said "Why 
don't we leave?"

"Why do you want to leave?" Don teased.

"So we can be alone."

"Are your parents home?"

"Yeah."

"So are mine, but we can go down the basement. Or we 
can park by the lake." Don's parents had a couch in the 
basement that would do nicely. I was about to agree to 
go to his house when he said "I know a place with a 
bed."

"Where?" I was suspicious.

"Eric's party."

"What about his parents?"

"Out of town. He told me I could use his sister's room 
if I wanted."

"You told him we'd need a room?"

"No. He offered."

"Let's go to your house instead."

"Alright but let's stop by the party first."

Eric lived about eight miles from town, on a country 
road. I didn't mind going by the party since I knew 
everyone would be there since Eric was very popular. 
When we got there, Eric's girlfriend, Jennifer, told me 
that Eric's parents were at a horse show and had left 
his older sister in charge of the house. She had a 
party of her own to go to, so she told Eric he could 
have a party if he kept it outdoors. 

Lucky for Eric the weather was nice and everyone was 
happy to be outside by the bonfire. There were already 
several people there, but many more arrived after we 
did. Don had a couple of beers and I had a wine cooler. 
The party was nice but I wanted Don to play with my 
pussy some more, so I asked him if we could leave soon.

Don said he didn't want to leave since he had been 
drinking, but he wanted to go to Eric's sister's room. 
I didn't want to but he talked me into it, telling me 
that everyone else would be outdoors. We snuck around 
the house, into the front door, and up the stairs to 
the bedroom. We pulled the blinds and switched on the 
lamp, and there was a nice double bed. 

The house was quiet, so I relaxed and laid down with 
Don. The beer made him bolder and took my pants off 
before he fingered me. I didn't take Don's pants off 
but I jerked him off and made him come. After he came, 
he stopped fingering me and rested. Then, he decided he 
was going to go out back and ride ATV's in the field 
with the other guys before we went back to his house.

I don't know if I was more disappointed or angry. I had 
jerked Don off twice in one day, and he left me to go 
ride three-wheelers. At least he was thoughtful enough 
to kiss me and shut the door behind him so I could have 
some privacy to dress. I sighed and pulled my pants up 
when I heard someone say, "Man, that was cold!" I was 
so startled my heart almost stopped. I looked up and 
James walked out of the dark bathroom that connected 
Eric's and his sister's rooms. My pants weren't quite 
all the way up, but I grabbed a pillow to cover my 
naked breasts as I sat on the bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" I was trying not to 
yell.

"Don't get mad."

"What were you doing in there?"

"Enjoying the show."

I didn't know what to say.

"I saw you and Don come up the stairs and come in here 
so I went through Eric's room to say something and fuck 
with you. But then I saw you naked and…" James raised 
an eyebrow without finishing his sentence. I hadn't 
realized the bathroom connected Eric's room with his 
sister's.

"You need to leave so I can get dressed." I was angry 
but I was so taken aback that I wasn't as angry as I 
should have been.

"Why. I've seen you naked. But before I go, I gotta 
tell you, you really know how to work Don's little 
dick. Boy came almost as soon as you took it out."

"What do you mean little?" A pervert watching two 
people in private should at least have the decency not 
to insult them.

"Sorry. I guess he's average, but he ain't big."

"How would you know?"

"I do shower with these white boys. And I got one 
myself."

"Yeah. I'm sure yours is huge." I was disgusted by his 
ego.

"You wanna see?"

"I don't have my magnifying glass." My quip wasn't as 
clever as I had hoped it would be.

Before I even finished my sentence, James was 
unbuttoning his pants. "That's it, bitch," he said as 
he pulled out a penis that made Don's seem like a 
little boy's. I should have thought of a clever retort 
but I couldn't help but stare at the massive black cock 
hovering three feet in front of my face. I realized the 
girls were right who insisted that black men had huge 
penises, or at least that James was among the very 
lucky few. His prick was at least as impressive as the 
ones I had seen in pornos at a friend's house. "You 
like what you see?"

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell James to 
put it away and get out, but I didn't want him to put 
it away. I wanted to look at it a good long while and 
feel its warmth and mass in my hands. So, I didn't say 
anything. I just looked at it.

James stepped closer. "Go ahead and touch it."

I don't know why I obeyed James. I didn't consciously 
decide to, but his big cock mesmerized me. I slowly 
reached out with my right hand and wrapped it around 
the base. It was hot and it was so thick my hand didn't 
nearly encircle it. His nappy pubic hair tickled me. 

I started stroking it and my left hand let the pillow 
fall and reveal my breasts so it could cradle his 
balls. They were weighty and I remember thinking that 
they must hold a lot of come. But I wasn't thinking of 
much besides James's cock and my primal urge to bring 
it to release. I can't even describe my feelings that 
time with James. As soon as I felt his cock, I needed 
to make it come, one way or another.

James pulled me up off the bed and cupped my ass so he 
could pull me to him and kiss me. He was taller than 
Don and his lips were thick but they felt right against 
mine. We kissed while he squeezed my ass and breasts 
and I worked his black cock. My pants were slipping 
down around my knees so I worked them down and stepped 
out of them without releasing James's dick. He took off 
his shirt and then he went for my pussy. 

I had been concentrating so on his cock that I hadn't 
even thought of my pleasure yet, but I welcomed his 
touch. James was bold and he obviously knew what he was 
doing. He teased me by playing with my pubic hair 
before his fingers found my clit. It felt so good and 
we stopped kissing to focus on our sex organs. James 
worked my clit with his big fingers and then worked his 
middle finger into my pussy to get more juice to lube 
my clit. I say worked because his hands were so big. 
His middle finger must have been almost as big as Don's 
penis, and my virgin pussy had to stretch to accept it. 
It actually hurt a little, but the pain was erotic.

I felt James's cock getting really hard and I knew he 
would come soon. I knew his big balls must store a 
massive load and his prick was pointed right at me. I 
hoped he would come all over my naked body. I was 
building to my first ever orgasm, myself, and I 
wondered who would come first. He was taking a lot 
longer than Don, I suppose because he had more control. 
I couldn't control myself, though; James's expert hand 
was about to make my pussy explode. But before I came, 
James stopped fingering me and said "You wanna come you 
better get on your knees and suck my dick."

When I had seen girls giving blowjobs in porno films, I 
thought that it was nasty and I would never do it 
myself, but James's forcefulness sent a shiver down my 
spine and I melted in front of him. I almost fell to my 
knees and I shook my head to get my hair out of my face 
before I took his cock in my mouth. I involuntarily 
moaned when I tasted his salty prick and I wanted to 
suck it as badly as I wanted to come. I massaged his 
balls with my left hand as I worked the long shaft with 
my right. James was so thick I could barely take him in 
my mouth but I used my tongue to its full effect and 
vowed to swallow his come.

I didn't have to wait long. James got super hard and I 
felt him swell as he grabbed my hair and thrust deeper 
into my mouth than I thought I could take him. When his 
cock erupted, I almost gagged, but I controlled the 
reflex. I started gulping as fast as I could so there 
would be room in my mouth for the next stream, but I 
couldn't keep up. Some seeped out of the corner of my 
mouth and trickled down my chin and dripped onto my 
right breast. After he finished coming, I worked him 
slowly for a minute to coax every drop from his cock. I 
think I would have been happy just having satisfied 
James, but he fulfilled his promise. "Lie down, white 
girl," he commanded as he took off his pants.

I lay on the bed and waited to see what would happen. 
James was still hard and I didn't know if he would try 
to fuck me with that giant cock, or what. I don't know 
if I was prepared to lose my virginity that night or if 
I could resist James, but luckily I didn't have to. He 
got on his knees with his cock next to my face and said 
"Keep suckin'," and he started fingering my cunt and 
clit again. As soon as he touched me I felt warmth in 
my nipples. I had never come before, but I knew James 
would make me come soon. 

I blew him again, and he watched me suck his cock while 
he brought me to orgasm. The sensuality of cheating on 
my boyfriend with a black man made it intense. The only 
thing that kept me from screaming was James's big cock 
in my mouth. I sucked him even while I came and when I 
finished coming I sucked him slow and nasty until he 
gave me his second load. That time, I almost swallowed 
it all. Before James got up to leave, he pushed my 
right breast to my face and I licked the rest of his 
come off of it.

James dressed and left with only a smile. I stayed for 
a minute because I was in shock. I couldn't believe 
what I had done. I didn't know a lust like that lived 
inside me. I wasn't sure how long I had spent with 
James, but I was worried Don would come back soon. My 
pussy was drenched and I couldn't even sit down after I 
put my panties on. When I rejoined the party in the 
back yard, Don wasn't there. I wasn't in any mood to 
see him, anyway, so I found a ride home with my friend 
Christy.

Don and I made up the next day, after he apologized. He 
hadn't really learned how to work my pussy, but I 
started giving him oral sex anyway. After my experience 
with James's penis, Don's didn't intimidate me. I 
avoided James when I could, but he found excuses to 
talk to me at school just to tease me and sometimes he 
just smiled and winked from across the room. It pissed 
me off a little but I couldn't keep my pussy from 
getting wet whenever I had contact with him.

One day, I was at the store when James came up behind 
me. He pinched my ass and said "I've been wantin' to 
get my hands on that again."

"What are you doing?" I looked around and I was 
relieved that no one was around.

"Just saying hello."

"You could find a less physical way of saying hello?"

"I know you didn't forget about that night."

"Don't even bring it up. That's not me. It was a 
mistake."

"A mistake?"

"Yes. And keep your voice down."

"Why. You too good for a black man."

"You know that's not it."

"What's a dumb nigger like me supposed to think?"

"Stop it. You know I'm with Don."

"Now that is a mistake."

"Stop."

"I saw his little dick. He didn't even know how to make 
you come with his finger. You think he can with that 
little thing."

"It's not little."

"Oh, I know you seen a lot bigger dick than that. 
Remember?" James grabbed his cock. I could see the 
outline through his jeans. "I know you remember. You 
probably been thinkin' about it."

"I haven't." It was a lie, of course.

"Why don't you and me go and get in your car and let me 
give you another lesson?"

"I need to get home."

"Or maybe I'll just let everyone at school know how 
good you suck black dick."

"You wouldn't."

"You think so?" I looked into James's eyes but they 
didn't tell me anything. I really wasn't sure if he 
would tell or not. But my pussy was nice and wet by 
now, and I had to admit, at least to myself, that I'd 
like to spend an hour or so alone with James and his 
big cock. I hadn't come since I was with him. But I 
didn't know what to say. I couldn't say yes.

"Come on," said James.

I put my basket on the floor in the aisle and I obeyed 
James and followed him to the parking lot. "Gimme your 
keys," he said and I did. I pointed my car out to him 
and he got in the driver's seat and started driving out 
toward the country. God I hoped no one had seen us.

As soon as we were on the highway, James unbuttoned his 
pants and said "Take it out." I hesitated for a moment 
but James told me with a look that he wouldn't tolerate 
disobedience, and I didn't want to disobey. James's 
take-charge attitude excited me and liberated me and 
seemed to absolve me of responsibility. I reached into 
his jeans and wrapped my hand around his warm cock and 
brought it out. It wasn't fully erect yet, and I 
enjoyed the feeling of it hardening in my hand. I felt 
James's pulse in it every second or so and every time 
it pulsed it got harder. It was as impressive as I 
remembered and I started stroking it.

"Don't make it come yet. Just get reacquainted." Before 
long James parked the car near the lake and we started 
kissing and took each others' shirts off. I couldn't 
resist exploring his well-muscled body while he 
massaged by breasts but I couldn't keep my hands off of 
his massive cock. 

James stopped kissing me to undo my pants and pull them 
off. He took my panties with my jeans. James's boldness 
turned me on so that I let things go much faster than I 
should have. I shouldn't have been there at all, but 
James had awakened in me a preference for black men 
that I had tried to hide from myself and I was putty in 
his hands.

James sat up and pulled me up to straddle his lap. He 
squeezed my ass with his strong black hands and sucked 
my hard nipples. I cradled his head in my arms and 
savored the moment. James sucked one nipple then the 
other and licked them while he explored my tail from my 
hips to the supple skin deep between my asscheeks. His 
fingers came tantalizingly close to my pussy but he was 
teasing me. 

I started thinking about giving my black lover a hot, 
slow cocksucking and my lewd thoughts mixed with 
James's nursing to make me come. James could do more 
for my pleasure just by sucking my breasts than Don 
could by playing with my pussy. I didn't know you could 
come that way, but I did.

James knew I had come; I couldn't have hid it if I 
tried. He smiled and gave my ass a light swat. "Nasty 
white slut. Get your ass in the back." I was in the 
back seat in seconds, wondering what James would do 
with me, but he took his time. He climbed out of the 
driver's door and took his pants off and threw them in 
the front seat before he looked at me and climbed into 
the back. 

I instinctively spread my legs for James as he got on 
top of me. I was so wet for him I was embarrassed. But 
he was so smooth and masculine and black, and his cock 
was so big that I was in heat for him. He hadn't even 
touched my pussy yet but it was ready. He laid his huge 
prick atop my furry mound and put his arms around me 
and locked my eyes with his as he started to stroke it 
back and forth across my clit. Every bit of it drove me 
crazy. I felt inch after inch of manly black cock slide 
over my clit until his balls nestled up against my cut.

"It feels so good, James. Don't stop."

"Better believe it. I ain't stoppin'." He put one hand 
on my ass as he started pulling back. "You like this 
cock, dontcha?"

"It's so big and black," I moaned.

"Yeah, bitch. Who's your man?"

"You are."

James saw that I was ready to come again, and he pulled 
his cock back so the head was at my entrance and 
started to work his head inside. I wanted him inside me 
so badly, but good sense finally got the better of me. 
"Wait," I said. "We need to use a condom."

"Ain't got one." He kept pushing and the head was 
almost inside me. It hurt but it was such a good hurt.

"Please, James. I can't get pregnant."

James stopped and hesitated for a moment. "You gonna 
let me fuck you if I get some rubbers?"

"Yes. You can have me."

"You a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Good. I want that cherry."

"You can have it."

"When can I get it?"

"I can get away Sunday afternoon."

"Alright. But you'd better not be lying, or I'll…"

"I'm not, James. You can have me." I wanted James to 
fuck me, but I didn't want to explain a black baby to 
my parents.

"Alright. Get on your knees and suck my dick." I was 
only too glad to kneel before my new black master and 
please his gorgeous prick. I worked his cock and balls 
with my lips and hands until he let loose in my mouth. 
Like before, there was too much for my little mouth and 
white streams escaped my lips and trickled down his 
penis. When James finished, I licked every bit of come 
from his cock and balls. Unlike Don, James was still 
rock hard after he came. Almost before I could get back 
on the seat, he had me on my back and got on top of me 
and started stroking my clit with his shaft again.

"I want to make you come with my cock."

I wanted him to make me come with his cock, too, and I 
had to bite my lip to keep myself from asking him to 
fuck me with that beautiful penis. He wasn't gentle 
with me, and it only took a few minutes for me to reach 
orgasm again. I spread my legs wide and threw my head 
back and moaned as my clit exploded under his fat black 
shaft. I smashed my cunt against his cock, but I 
couldn't get close enough to satisfy me, and my ecstasy 
was almost frustrating. But then, when my orgasm was 
about to subside, I felt hot ropes of jism on my tummy 
and breasts. 

James was coming, too, and the feeling of his big black 
dick throbbing between my legs and his semen on my body 
threw me back into orgasm. I came so hard that I was 
almost in a trance until James parked my car in the 
parking lot at the store and left me saying only "I'll 
see you Sunday. Meet me behind the Co-op at 7:00, after 
supper."

After I got home, I thought about what had happened and 
what would happen. By rights, I should let my boyfriend 
take my virginity, but he seemed like a boy next to 
James. James had a man-sized cock and he took charge 
like a man. He didn't fumble around with my bra or my 
jeans, he just took the off like he had a right to my 
body, and he made me feel like a woman. 

His blackness turned me on in a way I had not thought 
possible. I was going to let James fuck me even though 
I was anxious. His cock frightened me as much as it 
excited me. Just the little bit of head I had taken had 
hurt and I knew taking a monster like James's for the 
first time would be painful. My girlfriends who had had 
sex with average boys said it hurt badly. I didn't want 
to know what James's cock would do to my virgin pussy.

I was also scared of myself and my lust for James's 
black body and his black cock. I had never felt such a 
craving, and I didn't want to admit my love of black 
men, but it was so obvious I had to. It made me feel 
like a slut and I hated myself for it. But I couldn't 
resist James and the promise of being fucked by a hot 
black stud. 

I dreaded the prospect of breaking up with Don and 
going with James. I didn't want my parents to find out 
I was dating a black guy, but I would go with James if 
he wanted me to. I just didn't want everyone to know I 
was a slut. My hope was that I could stay with Don and 
maintain the appearance of respectability and be 
James's nasty little slut on the side. But, that 
wouldn't be fair to Don. I had it bad for black cock, 
and I knew it probably wouldn't end well.

That Friday, in the hall at school, James walked by and 
grinned "I got 'em". My heart leapt while my stomach 
sank. I went out with Don on Friday and Saturday and 
sucked him off both nights because I felt guilty about 
my plans. But I barely got wet enough for his finger to 
go inside me. He sensed my lack of excitement and 
worried about it, but I assured him it was me and not 
him. 

My pussy was almost dripping all day Sunday, and I 
thought of nothing but James and his beautiful cock. 
Ever since James had come on me, I couldn't help but 
wonder what it would be like to feel him throb in my 
pussy as he filled a condom with his sweet goo. I got 
to the Co-op fifteen minutes early on Sunday night and 
I waited two hours for James, but he never showed. I 
cried myself to sleep that night and found out the next 
day at school that James had been arrested for stealing 
a car in the city near our town. He didn't come back to 
school and I never saw him again, but I heard the judge 
let him avoid jail by joining the Army.

I was as relieved as I was disappointed. As much as I 
craved James's body, I couldn't live with the shame of 
being a black man's fuck-slut. It was as if I had 
dodged a bullet and I vowed to make the most of this 
chance. I gave my virginity to Don a few months later. 
We broke up right after I graduated, and he never did 
learn to make me come.

I avoided black men in college, knowing I had a 
weakness for them, and met the man who would become my 
husband my junior year at State. Josh had an average 
cock, but I had not met a man whose cock could compare 
to James's, and he lacked James's animal sexuality, but 
he loved me and he worked hard to please me and I 
learned to come when he fingered or ate or fucked me. 
We married soon after we graduated. I had our first 
daughter when I was twenty-six, and the second four 
years later. 

My family life was satisfying and I locked my hunger 
for black cock away with my other youthful 
indiscretions and devoted myself to Josh and our 
daughters. If there was any regret in our lives, it was 
that we had not had a son. We tried for several years 
before the doctor told us my husband had a low sperm 
count, and we gave up hope of conceiving. We wanted a 
son, but we were relieved of the burden of birth 
control.

 I kept in contact with my circle of friends from high 
school. Christy went to State with me and Jennifer 
still lived in the same area we did, near the town 
where we grew up. We all kept in touch with Kathy, who 
married and moved away. We saw each other when we could 
but the demands of family life kept me from seeing my 
old friends as often as I would have liked. 

Then, last year, Jennifer, who is still single, 
suggested that the four of us go to Dallas for a 
'spring fling,' as she called it. It took some planning 
to find a weekent when Kathy, Christy, and I could get 
away at the same time with our work and family 
commitments, but we found time to get away in early 
May. We decided that Christy, Jennifer, and I would fly 
to Dallas together and meet Kathy for a weekend just 
for us girls.

We arrived on Thursday, and things went well until 
Saturday night. We had all kept in touch, so there was 
no discomfort. We shopped and ate and drank together in 
the evenings and it was not as if almost twenty years 
had passed since we were in high school together. On 
Saturday night, we had a late supper and a couple 
drinks at the restaurant bar. 

We decided not to stay out late because Kathy had to 
fly back home early Sunday morning and, though we felt 
like girls again, we found we needed a little more 
sleep after a night of partying than we needed when we 
were seventeen. So, we decided to have a few drinks at 
the hotel bar before turning in for the night.

The hotel bar was a decent dance club, frequented by 
locals as well as guests. It wasn't empty, but it 
wasn't so crowded that you couldn't have fun, and we 
got a nice table between the bar and the dance floor. 
Jennifer thought we should buy rounds like guys do, and 
she bought the first round of cocktails. We drank them 
pretty quickly and decided I would buy the second. The 
waitress was a long time coming around, so I went to 
the bar to order. 

While I was waiting there for a bartender to finish 
mixing our drinks, someone came up and stood next to me 
to order. His cologne smelled good and I couldn't help 
but glance over at him. He was a tall black man and I 
guess he was in his mid-forties because he was grey in 
the temples even though he was fit. He saw me look at 
him so he smiled and said hi. I nodded in return. The 
bartenders brought our drinks at the same time. The 
black man saw that I couldn't take all four drinks at 
once and he said "Let me help you with those."

"It's alright. I can get them."

"You don't need to. Give me two. My name's Ellis."

"I'm Lise."

"Nice to meet you, Lise." Ellis smiled again and I 
couldn't help but smile in return.

Ellis followed me to our table and helped me hand out 
the drinks. I thanked him for helping me and he asked 
if he could sit for a while. "I'm in town on business 
and don't have anyone to talk to," he said. Of course, 
we let him sit, since he had kindly helped me and he 
sat between Christy and me. Ellis was a handsome man. 

He was the sort of black man that is even attractive to 
girls who aren't attracted to black men, like Denzel 
Washington. He wore a pressed blue shirt with slacks 
and a sport coat, and his clothes and graying hair 
distinguished him. Ellis soon charmed my friends and 
his easy manner and conversation made him the center of 
attention at our table. As he spoke, he often moved his 
knee over to rest against mine.

Our glasses started to run low and it was Christy's 
turn to buy a round, but Ellis insisted on buying the 
next one—on the condition that I dance with him. I 
blushed and tried to decline, but the girls teased me 
until I said yes. What was one dance for a round of 
drinks? So, I said I would dance with Ellis, and he 
asked me to come to the bar to help him carry the 
drinks back. While we were waiting for our drinks, I 
said "It's nice of you to buy us a round."

"You don't need to thank me. I should thank you for 
letting me spend an evening with four pretty girls." I 
couldn't remember the last time a man had called me a 
girl.

After we dropped off the drinks, Ellis hustled me off 
to the dance floor. I hadn't danced much in years, but 
I keep myself in shape, so it came back to me pretty 
quickly. Like all black men, Ellis was a wonderful 
dancer. He made all the white men on the floor seem 
very awkward. I was almost sorry when the song ended, 
but as I was turning to go back to the girls, the 
deejay started a slow song and Ellis stopped me. 

"I said I'd buy a round if you'd dance with me. I 
didn't say just one dance." 

He put his arms around me and I foolishly wrapped my 
arms around him. As soon as I felt Ellis against me, I 
could tell that he kept fit, too. His waist was trim 
and his muscles taut. His cologne mixed with his man-
smell, so I nuzzled close to him so I could smell him 
better. Ellis held me tight and I caught myself 
thinking that I would dance like this all night if I 
could.

"You smell good," I said.

"Thanks. You look good in that black dress."

"Thank you." Ellis slipped his hand down to hold my 
left butt cheek. I should have stopped him and finished 
the dance and walked away, but my old feelings and 
memories of James came back to me. I was too tipsy to 
be scared of my weakness, like I should have been, and 
I was enjoying Ellis's attention. His cock was against 
my tummy. I could feel it responding to my closeness 
and it turned me on. I didn't put my hand on it, but I 
could tell it was big. 

His hand felt good on my ass and he squeezed it as he 
looked down at me and I looked up at him. I didn't 
resist when he kissed me and I kissed this strange 
black man open-mouthed on the dance floor in front of 
my friends and everybody else. By now his cock was 
rock-hard and all I could think of was taking it out 
and seeing how big it was and feeling it with my hands 
and then I thought of sucking it for him. But I came to 
my senses and I knew things were well out of hand, so 
when the song ended I told Ellis I needed to rest.

The girls had seen what happened and they knew I was 
drunk and needed help. Christy thanked Ellis for the 
drinks and told him we had to leave because we were 
flying out the next day and needed to get to bed early. 
We all gave Ellis a hug and went to our rooms, but not 
without the girls asking me what had happened. They 
weren't as much disturbed as excited and curious. 

I told them I was just drunk and had let things get out 
of hand and I thanked them for intervening. But the 
truth was I wasn't really very drunk and Ellis had 
triggered the lust that James had almost twenty years 
before. When I got back to my room, I got in the shower 
and thought myself lucky for my friends having helped 
me out of a tough spot. I just hoped they would forget 
about it and never mention it again.

I showered and put on a hotel robe and went to get a 
Diet Coke from the mini-bar, but someone knocked at my 
door. I saw Ellis through the peephole and opened the 
door. "What are you doing here," I asked him.

"You didn't seem as tired as the others. I got this 
from room service and thought you might want some." It 
was a bottle of Dom Perignon.

"I really can't stay up. Besides, I'm married. It 
wouldn't be right."

"What wouldn't be right" he said, "is to let a good 
thing go to waste." Ellis used the belt of my robe to 
pull me close and he kissed me in the hall. I'd like to 
say I resisted, but I didn't. The thick lips and the 
heady smell of him and his strength bore through my 
resistance before I could muster it and I let him kiss 
me there.

In a minute, Ellis guided me inside and closed the 
door. He put his champagne on the dresser and looked at 
me. He said "I just had to see what was under that 
black dress," and he untied my robe and pushed it over 
my shoulders. I let it fall down. I stood before Ellis 
covered only by my trim bush and my wedding ring. Ellis 
took his jacket off and hung it on a chair before he 
took off his shirt. His body was as fine as I had 
imagined on the dance floor. A fine black down covered 
his chest and I couldn't help but run my hands over his 
muscles as he kissed me again. I let his hands roam 
freely over my body. 

Ellis had already felt my ass and his hands went right 
back there but they were soon at my breasts. As for me, 
I couldn't wait any longer to have a look at his cock. 
I pulled it from his pants and it was as hard as it was 
when we danced. I stopped kissing him to look at it. It 
was every bit as big and beautiful as James's. It was 
as big as my arm, thickest behind the head and 
vascular. As I started stroking it I felt the loose 
skin on the shaft and I knew I was experiencing my 
first uncut cock. Ellis moaned as my hands explored his 
balls and shaft. H only stopped me long enough to pick 
me up and lay me on the bed.

I pried my eyes away from his cock long enough to look 
at his strong body while he took his pants off and, 
before he lay down next to me, his eyes roamed over my 
body and he said "You must have adopted those two kids 
you were talking about. You have the body of a twenty 
year old girl."

"Come here and feel it." Ellis lay down with his body 
next to mine and before he kissed me I marveled at the 
erotic contrast of our skins. He gave me a long make-
out session that almost drove me mad with lust but I 
couldn't get enough of Ellis's kisses. There were so 
many parts of his body I wanted to feel that my hands 
were restless. They ran from his chest to his ass to 
his abs to his back, but at least one was always on his 
beautiful cock.

Ellis knew he was driving me crazy and he picked just 
the right moment to kiss his way down the left my neck 
to my chest. Then he kissed his way back up the right 
side of my neck to my ear and back across my neck to my 
other ear. When kissed his way back down to my chest he 
started kissing my breasts, but he avoided the nipples. 

I couldn't wait, so I put my arms around his head and 
moved a nipple to his lips. I love having my breasts 
sucked, especially when I'm being fingered. Ellis knew 
what he was doing, and he soon started teasing my bush. 
I felt his black fingers running through my fine curls 
before his finger penetrated my soaked pussy. He 
fingered me in and out, slowly, and then he found my g-
spot and started rubbing it.

"Oh, Ellis. You're going to make me come…" I whimpered 
in anticipation but Ellis stopped.

"Sssshhhh, baby. You can't come until I'm inside you."

He got between my legs. I spread them even though I 
knew I should stop. "You know I'm married."

"I know." He was on his knees between my legs.

"I can't get pregnant." God. I could feel his gorgeous 
prick knocking at my door. I almost reached down to 
pull it into my pussy.

"You need me to wear a rubber?"

"Put it on." I could hardly keep from playing with 
myself as I watched Ellis get the condom from his pants 
and put it on. Ellis was older but he had a young man's 
body. The condom was one of the big ones but Ellis's 
cock tested it. It really had to stretch to encompass 
his girth and it wasn't long enough to cover him. He 
took a bottle of lube from his pocket and covered the 
condom before he put a little in my pussy. 

I can't put into words how hot I was for Ellis and his 
cock. I had waited almost twenty years to spread my 
legs for a black stud whose cock could master my little 
white pussy. I was foolish to have even danced with 
Ellis, but I had forgotten just how weak I was in a 
strong black man's hands, how badly I wanted to give 
myself to a strong black man.

I sighed with relief when Ellis was between my legs 
again. I closed my eyes and waited and I moaned when I 
felt his thick head stretching my entrance. I relaxed 
to let him in, but I was surprised how much it hurt. 
Even though I had given birth to two eight pound 
babies, it hurt worse than the first time I took Don 
inside. I can't explain it, because I don't understand 
it myself, but I wouldn't have traded that pain for 
anything, and I have longed for it since. 

It felt right to be stretched by a hung black stud, as 
if it were part of being his white slut. Ellis applied 
a steady pressure against my pussy's resistance and his 
cock bore into my body about an inch a minute. I felt 
content when his balls nestled against my ass, like 
that was where I was meant to be, on my back under a 
black stud with my legs spread wide.

Ellis started pumping my pussy with long, slow, 
powerful strokes. I was in the arms of a cocksman and I 
came before he had stroked my pussy ten times. The 
orgasm shook my body until I could hardly breathe. It 
was like I had never come before, it was so strong and 
good. When I could talk again I looked into Ellis's 
eyes and said, "Fuck me like your slut," breathlessly.

"I'll show you how a black man fucks a white slut. Get 
on your knees." He took his cock out of me. "Yes, sir," 
I replied.

As I was getting on my knees, Ellis said "No. The 
rubber just broke." I looked down and saw the tattered 
condom rolled up again at the base of his cock. "Damn!"

"You don't have any more?" I asked.

"In my jacket. I'll be back in a minute."

"Don't. Just get behind me and fuck me."

I didn't have to beg Ellis to fuck me bareback. He 
wanted to feel my pussy and I wanted his raw cock. I 
wondered for a moment whether or not he would pull out 
but all I could think about was his cock when I felt it 
spear my pussy from behind. I melted when I felt his 
strong hands grasp my hips, and I barely kept myself 
from collapsing on the bed. I could feel every vein on 
Ellis's naked shaft and I loved it. He pounded me hard 
and fast this time and I came almost immediately. 
"Yeah, come on Lise. Give me that white pussy. Give me 
that married pussy."

"Fuck me Ellis," I squealed as I came again. I'd never 
had multiple orgasms before but they came one on top of 
the other. Ellis kept reaming me with his colossal 
stalk and saying wonderful nasty things to me while I 
whimpered and moaned.

I stopped coming but he was still pounding me hard. 
"I'm gonna come soon, baby. I'll come on your ass."

"Oh, Ellis. Put me on my back and come in my pussy."

Before I had a chance to regret saying it, Ellis 
flipped me over and slipped his cock back inside me. 
"Come inside your slut, baby," I moaned as he hit 
bottom. He fucked me deep and hard and I felt a warm 
tingle spread from my womb down through my pussy and my 
legs. Ellis only needed a few strokes before he rammed 
his cock home and I felt it swell and shower my womb 
with his come. The warmth in my belly became an orgasm 
and I wrapped my legs around my black lover so his 
spurting cock could not escape my cunt. I briefly 
remembered the husband I was betraying and the idea of 
being a shameless, cheating slut made my pussy burn 
hotter. 

When Ellis finished sowing my pussy, he slowly backed 
out of me and rolled over onto his back. He put his arm 
around me and pulled me close. "Oh. How'd you get so 
big?" I asked him.

"It's not that that big," he grinned.

"Yes it is. You know so."

"Are you sore?"

"A little."

"Too bad. I was hoping we could fuck more."

"I want it too but you're so big I'm sore." Ellis's 
thick shaft had made me come so much and so hard that I 
didn't feel like I could come for another week. I was 
completely cleaned out but I wanted to satisfy his 
precious black dick. I wanted to empty Ellis's balls 
and leave him as satisfied as I was. In the span of 
hours I had gone from respectable wife and mother to a 
black man's sex slave.

"Let me suck your cock and make you feel good," I said 
as I grasped his cock again. Ellis laid back and smiled 
and I kissed my way down his stomach. When I had his 
shaft in my mouth, I tasted my own pussy mixed with his 
salty sperm and the distinctive musk of black cock. I 
sucked slowly, at first, and savored his pleasure. I 
sucked it and took it as deep as I could into my mouth, 
then I rested my jaw and let my eyes enjoy its beauty 
while I rubbed it. Ellis moaned and flexed his tight 
ass and fucked my face.

"It feel so good baby," he sighed. "That's a good 
girl."

"Stand up so I can blow you like your white bitch."

Ellis stood next to the bed and I knelt before him. 
Now, more than anything I loved being used by a black 
man, being on my knees with his heavy prick in my 
mouth, or on my back being stretched by it, or on my 
hands and knees with his hands on my hips. My 
submission to Ellis so excited me that I devoured his 
black cock. I cradled his balls and worked his shaft 
hard while he watched me blow him. 

His come started seeping out of my cunt and running 
down my thighs. I rubbed and squeezed and sucked his 
cock until it exploded in my mouth. My husband dribbles 
when he comes, but Ellis filled my mouth like James. I 
licked his cock clean and looked up to see him smiling 
at me. "You can fuck me again," I said.

"I thought you were too sore," said Ellis.

"It's okay." I got on my hands and knees on the edge of 
bed so my ass hung off the side. "I need to feel you 
come inside me again." Ellis stood behind me and he 
grabbed my hips and slid every inch of his long cock 
into me. He started pumping as soon as he hit bottom. I 
was still sore, but I loved every stroke. When he 
filled me with his warm seed I came again. Ellis pushed 
me forward onto my stomach and laid on top of me, his 
cock still inside. 

As sore as I was, I didn't want him to pull out. But he 
did, and we got under the covers and I shut out the 
light and fell asleep with Ellis's big, hard dick 
against my back.

The next morning, Ellis and I kissed and we showered 
together. We soaped each other's bodies and dried each 
other off with fluffy hotel towels. It felt like Ellis 
was my husband and we were having a weekend away 
together and we should get dressed and go down to the 
restaurant and have breakfast. But we weren't married 
and we both had to go, so I asked Ellis to sit in a 
chair and I got on my knees and gave him a farewell 
blowjob. This time, I didn't spill any seed; my tummy 
got it all. 

I had only intended to suck Ellis off, but he was still 
hard after my blowjob and I took my panties off and 
climbing onto that gorgeous cock for a ride before I 
went home. He put his arms around my waist and held me 
down on his pole while it filled my little white womb 
with his last load. I came so hard he had to hold me 
up. I felt Ellis's cock soften inside me and I was 
proud to have fully satisfied such a stud. We kissed 
goodbye and he left and I gathered my things and met 
the girls in the lobby for the ride to the airport. 
They asked me why I was so quiet, and I told them I was 
a little hung over.

On the flight home, I pretended to sleep while I 
thought things through. I had given in to a weakness I 
knew I had to avoid and betrayed my husband and family. 
That much was bad enough, and I had to deal with the 
psychological consequences of cheating. But, worse, I 
had fucked a black man bareback and, if he had gotten 
me pregnant, I couldn't avoid the consequences; I would 
have to have an abortion or lose my marriage. 

At least if I had cheated with a white man and gotten 
knocked up my husband might think it was his, but not a 
black baby. I had to wait two weeks to see if my period 
would come. All the way home, I felt Ellis's seed 
leaking from my cunt.

You have probably guessed that my period never came. I 
went to the doctor to be sure I was pregnant and the 
test was positive. I made vague plans to have an 
abortion but every day I found an excuse not to go to 
the clinic. In truth, I wanted the baby badly. I put 
off going until I started to show and my husband 
noticed. He was ecstatic because he thought it was his 
baby and he called our family and told them the "good 
news" and he told our daughters. Later, we went for a 
sonogram and found out it was a boy. Ellis's son was 
growing in my womb.

Now I have to carry the baby to term, whether I want to 
or not. I want Ellis's and my son, but I know my 
marriage will be over the day he is born. My husband 
won't stand the shame of being cuckolded by a black man 
and our family will be furious when the find out their 
"miracle baby" is the product of an adulterous night 
with a black stud. And the baby will be living proof to 
the world of my lust for black men. There is a lot to 
worry about, but most of all I worry about what kind of 
relationship I will have with my little girls that I 
love so much.

I didn't get Ellis's phone number. I don't even know 
his last name. But, maybe after the baby is born I will 
find him through the hotel and try to salvage some kind 
of life for myself.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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