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Subject: {ASSM} {Story from Sam Lindsey} Jocelyn's Story - Love Gone Awry Part 1 (wife cheat
Date: Thu,  9 Aug 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex acts 
between adults. It is a recounting of a cheating wife's extra-marital sexual 
encounters. The relevant story codes are: MF, FF, 1st, oral, toys. If you 
believe that this story may offend you, or if it is illegal to possess such 
material in the jurisdiction you live, DO NOT continue any further, and 
please delete this message and any attachments off your computer. You have 
been warned! To all others, enjoy (and please, try to empathize with Jocelyn 
and not judge her too harshly)...

JOCELYN'S STORY: LOVE GONE AWRY
by Jocelyn
August 9, 2001

As edited by Sam Lindsey
sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com
_______________________________________________________________________________

Editor's Note:

Hello. My name is Sam Lindsey. Some of you may remember me from my recent 
postings to ASSM and ASS of the series of stories entitled 'Chasing Lolita'. 
For those of you who haven't had a chance to read them yet and would like 
to, they have been archived at the Alt.Sex.Stories Repository and you should 
be able to access them on the web if you click on the following URL:

http://assm1.asstr-mirror.org/cgi-bin/field_search.cgi?search=sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com&index=email

While I am a little burnt out after writing my last epic and probably won't 
be posting any new stories in the near future, I have been receiving the 
occasional e-mails from other authors requesting my review of and comments 
on their tales. The following story was received from Jocelyn, a young 
mother of two, who has been going through some serious trials and 
tribulations lately. I found Jocelyn's account to be very well written, and 
I have to admit, it tugged on my heartstrings a little. I believe that 
anyone who has ever had to bury a shameful secret deep inside his or her 
soul should be able to feel some compassion for what she is going through.

Jocelyn explained to me in her e-mail message that, while she wrote her 
story primarily for therapeutic and cathartic reasons, after reading it 
through several times she felt she had an obligation to share it with others 
so that someone somewhere might be able to learn from her mistakes. I find 
this to be a very noble intent indeed, and I have agreed to post her story 
for her so that she can maintain her anonymity. The names of the individuals 
in her story have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty alike. 
I have broken her tragic tale down into three bite-sized chunks and will be 
posting them to ASSM and ASS over the next week or so.

Jocelyn has agreed, and in fact, is encouraging any readers who would like 
to provide feedback to her on her story, or who have any helpful words of 
advice for her, to e-mail them to me, Sam Lindsey, at 
sam_s_lindsey@hotmail.com and I will forward them on to her.

And lastly, I would like to say a few serious words to those thoughtful 
individuals who have been kind enough to e-mail me the Sir-cam virus and the 
Code Red worm: Nyah nyah ne nyah nyah! You can't catch me!

Anyway, enough of my wearisome verbosity!

On with the story!

Sincerely,
Sam

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JOCELYN'S STORY: LOVE GONE AWRY

PART 1
________________________________

I really don't know where to start. I guess I should tell you who I am 
first. My name is Jocelyn and I'm thirty-one years old and the mother of two 
beautiful children, Rebecca who's twelve and Michael who's nine. I married 
my high school sweetheart, Danny, very young at the age of eighteen and a 
year later we had our first child, Rebecca - we call her Becky for short. 
I've been in love with Danny as long as I can remember and I still love him 
today. That's why it's very difficult for me to understand my actions 
lately. I've started to go to therapy and have been prescribed 
anti-depressants although I haven't started taking them yet. My therapist is 
very helpful and she has been quite patient with me at our sessions while 
I've rambled on and on about my recent misdeeds while at the same time 
professing my undying love for my husband. And while she hasn't come right 
out and told me what to do, she has been intimating lately that, in order to 
rebuild a healthy relationship with my husband, I will have to come clean 
with him and confess my sins. Otherwise these terrible secrets I'm holding 
deep down inside will tear me apart and forever sabotage our marriage. But I 
just can't bring myself to tell him what I've done. I am so ashamed!

If only our marriage today was the same as when it began fourteen years ago. 
I can still remember how Danny looked in his high school football uniform. 
He was so tall, dark and handsome. He wasn't a star player or anything, but 
he set my heart to swooning nonetheless. I was too shy to join the 
cheerleading squad where I might have been more noticeable to him, so I used 
to sit in the bleachers every day and watch his practices. Finally, one day 
he noticed me ogling him and he came over to chat after practice. Well, one 
thing led to another and he eventually asked me out on our first date. I was 
in heaven! We started going steady after that and have been together ever 
since.

Danny used to be so horny back in those days. It was all I could do to keep 
his octopus tentacles out from under my dress and away from my breasts. My 
parents were quite strict, and it had been drilled into me for years the way 
a lady should behave. Therefore, although Danny and I had many torrid 
make-out sessions with lots of tongue kissing and heavy petting, I managed 
to retain my virginity until our wedding night.

The year before we married, but after we were already engaged, I did end up 
giving Danny a blowjob one night while we were parked at the local Lover's 
Lane. I can't quite remember how it all started, but I know that he was 
always trying to put my hand on his hard penis, coaxing me to squeeze it, 
and for some reason, that night I wanted to feel it naked in my hand. I 
still remember the shocked expression on Danny's face when I began to pull 
down the zipper of his jeans. I had never seen his private parts before that 
night, and after I managed to extract his penis from his pants, I remember 
thinking how majestic and beautiful it looked. It was not all that long (a 
little over seven inches, I later discovered), but its red circumcised crown 
appeared almost regal as it stood bolt upright at attention.

As I began to slowly move my hand up and down on his shaft, Danny leaned his 
head back against the car seat and closed his eyes. "God, that feels so 
good, Jo," he moaned, and I began to feel a great sense of power over him. 
His penis was so warm and smooth in my hand, and I don't know what came over 
me, but I suddenly knew that I had to have it in my mouth. As I lowered my 
head down towards his throbbing member, I noticed a little drop of clear 
fluid oozing out of the opening to his urethra. I licked it off before I 
wrapped my lips around the mushroom-like head of his manhood. As soon as my 
lips touched his naked flesh, Danny went ballistic. "Oh yes, Jo!" he moaned 
out loudly, "Suck it, baby! Suck my big cock!"

Well, I'd never actually seen a 'cock' before let alone had one in my mouth, 
and I admit I was very inexperienced. I'd heard lots of girls at school talk 
about sucking cocks, so I took the term literally and began drawing hard on 
it as if I were sucking a thick milk shake through a straw. I must have 
caused Danny some discomfort, because he quickly put his hand on my head and 
said, "Jo, stop! Don't actually suck it. Just kind of move your mouth up and 
down on it." Well, I must have started doing better because soon Danny was 
moaning incessantly and his head began to thrash from side to side on the 
car seat. "Oh, baby," he groaned, "your mouth is so fucking hot! I'm gonna 
shoot my load any second now! Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Jo?"

I wasn't familiar with the term 'load', but I knew that 'cum' was a vulgar 
term for male ejaculate. I had seen a film once in science class that showed 
an enlargement of a microscopic view of male sperm cells wriggling and 
gyrating around on a glass slide in an almost perverse kind of dance, and I 
knew for sure that I didn't want any of those creepy things anywhere near my 
mouth, so I immediately pulled my lips off Danny's cock and began to fist 
his shaft again. Within seconds a blast of thick white fluid exploded from 
the tip of his penis and landed on the ceiling of the car. Spurt after hard 
spurt of what appeared to be a very heavy cream continued to erupt from the 
head of his cock and completely saturated the front of his shirt and pants 
not to mention my hand, which was just lathered in the slimy goo. I remember 
being so glad that I had removed my mouth in time. I think that he might 
have blown my head off with the incredible pressure he had behind his 
ejaculation. Danny gave me some tissues to wipe off my hand, and while he 
was cleaning off his shirt and pants, I did manage to sneak just a little 
taste of his thick cream. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't something that I'd 
want to make a steady diet of either.

Anyway, that was the first and only time that I ever sucked his cock until 
after we were married, although he tried almost daily to get me to do it 
again after that first night. After we were married, I dutifully gave him 
head whenever he wanted it, although I never did let him cum in my mouth.

During the first three or four months of our marriage, I used to get 
together regularly with a couple of my old girlfriends from school for a bit 
of gossip and a good old chinwag, and the conversation would invariably get 
around to sex. I listened with intent curiosity when a few of my girlfriends 
would talk about their husbands or boyfriends performing cunnilingus on them 
- well, they didn't call it 'cunnilingus'; they used terms such as 'eating 
my pussy' or 'sucking my cunt' or 'slurping my twat'. My vagina would get 
very wet as I listened to them recount the mind-blowing sensations they'd 
experienced having a man's tongue 'lick my cunt' or 'tongue-fuck my hole' or 
'suck on my clit'.

I decided that I wanted to try this, and one night I finally worked up the 
courage to ask Danny.
I was sucking his cock as he lay back on the bed and I began to slowly move 
my body up over top of his until my dripping pussy was situated right above 
his face. Then I raised my head up off his prick and pleaded with him, "Eat 
my pussy, baby. Please?" Well, he couldn't really say no seeing as how I'd 
been sucking his cock regularly for the past three or four months, so I 
think he begrudgingly acquiesced and stuck his tongue in between the wet 
lips of my labia. When his mouth made contact with my naked flesh, it felt 
like a jolt of electricity coursed up through my body. And when he licked my 
clitoris, I began to orgasm immediately. I dropped my pussy down onto his 
face and ground my cunt around on his thick tongue. I had never experienced 
anything like that before in my life, and I was so enrapt in my orgasm that 
I almost let him cum in my mouth. However, as soon as I felt his cock swell 
up and begin to twitch, I quickly removed my mouth from it and jerked him 
off until he came all over my hand and on the bed sheets. I thought I heard 
him mutter a disgruntled "Shit!" under his breath as I walked to the 
bathroom to wash my hand off, although I could have been mistaken.

After that night when Danny first gave me oral pleasure, that was all I 
fantasized about. But every time I asked (well, more like begged) him to eat 
my cunt again, he would always come up with some excuse not to. "Not 
tonight, babe, I'm too tired," or "Geez, I just brushed my teeth - do I have 
to?" or "I told you before, hon, I don't really like the taste." One of my 
girlfriends advised me to shave my pussy so that Danny wouldn't have to 
contend with a mouthful of pubic hair, and I did, but to no avail. Needless 
to say, that was the first and only time that Danny ever performed 
cunnilingus on me. After humiliating myself countless more times by begging 
him for his tongue, I finally reconciled myself to the fact that it wasn't 
going to happen. But I also reconciled myself to never again sucking his 
cock. I believe that this was the first warning I had of our sexual 
incompatibility, and I know now that withholding fellatio from him was the 
wrong thing to do, but at the time I was very angry and hurt.

Up to that time, we had been fucking like rabbits. Danny was always horny, 
and I have to admit that I enjoyed the intimate act of intercourse 
immensely, and I believe I was good at it too. I had overheard some of 
Danny's buddies talking around the kitchen table one night while they were 
playing poker. One of the guys talked about making love to his wife and how 
she always just lay there like a dead fish while he fucked her. A couple of 
the other guys chimed in that their wives were the same way. However, one of 
the guys said that his wife screwed him like a high-priced slut and that 
sometimes she fucked him so hard that he didn't even have to move a muscle 
for her to cum. When one of the guys said to Danny, "Hey Dan, your wife's a 
fox - how is she in the sack?" Danny merely replied, "Okay, I guess." My 
feelings got incredibly hurt that night because I knew from listening to the 
discussions around the table that I was more of a 'slut' than a 'dead fish'. 
I basically loved to fuck and I was always very active, bucking my hips up 
into Danny each time he drove his big pole into me and rotating my hips 
around constantly on his thick dick.

It was just one more stake driven through my heart.

After I got pregnant with Becky, Danny lost all sexual interest in me and he 
rebuffed all of my advances to make love. I was so incredibly horny all 
during my pregnancy that I began to buy Playgirl magazines and I used them 
to masturbate to while Danny was at work. I would salivate over the long 
pieces of meat that hung between the legs of those beautiful studs and 
wonder how they would look, hard and shiny in my fist. I had no idea at the 
time that you could actually buy pornographic magazines showing men in full 
erection and sometimes even fucking their long bones into girls' pussies and 
asses and mouths. I contented myself with fantasizing how I would take my 
centerfold's long flaccid dick deep into my mouth and coax it to its full 
rigidity before allowing it to splash its pungent load of man-seed deep into 
the back of my throat. I know... I'd never actually let a man cum in my 
mouth before, but that was my fantasy, rightly or wrongly.

After I gave birth to Becky, I became a mother. I know that this probably 
sounds self-evident and redundant, and I don't expect most men to 
understand, but Becky became the focus of my life and the center of my 
universe. Everything else was secondary, including my sex life with Danny. 
Oh, he eventually came around a few months after I'd delivered and had 
managed to work my body back into reasonable shape, but things were never 
the same between us. We basically 'scheduled' sex once a week on Saturday 
nights and I gradually began to evolve from a 'slut' into a 'dead fish'. I'd 
let him get between my legs and do his dirty little business, but I seldom 
came myself anymore. Sex had become just another repugnant chore for me. The 
only time I began to take a serious interest in it again was when I decided 
that I wanted to have another child. When Becky was about two and a half and 
potty-trained, I managed to convince Danny that we should have another baby 
and I got him to agree to adjust our 'schedule' so that we could fuck at my 
most fertile times of the month. I even began to thrash around on his prick 
again, pretending that I was enjoying it so that he would cum quicker. But 
as soon as he'd dump his load in my uterus, I would push him off of me and 
clamp my legs together tightly to trap his sperm, and then I would roll over 
and go to sleep. In retrospect, it was a very very sad state of affairs.

After I got pregnant with Michael, Danny's and my sex life again became 
non-existent, but I really didn't care any more. I was once again as horny 
as hell during the entire nine months I carried Michael and I widened my 
horizons and began to buy some of the men's magazines, which were a little 
raunchier than my usual Playgirls. I'd go to a magazine store on the other 
side of town and come away with a stack of Penthouses, Hustlers, Swanks and 
Velvets. I know that they are primarily female photo spread magazines, but 
I'd even begun to find those spreads erotic and would sometimes fantasize 
about one of the gorgeous woman models in the book sucking on my pussy while 
pushing one of her slender fingers up my tight ass, and my resultant orgasm 
would be intense indeed.

One day I worked up enough nerve to go into an adult bookstore and browse 
around. I ended up buying a pornographic magazine showing large black men 
with massive cocks fucking various white women in every way imaginable 
before blowing their loads into their mouths and all over their faces. For 
some reason, the book struck my fancy and it became the primary source of my 
masturbation fantasies for several months afterwards. I would pull on my 
clit while imagining one of those black monsters blowing a thick load of 
sperm down my throat or into my virgin asshole. I began to buy long thin 
zucchinis at the market and I would fuck one in and out of my pussy and rub 
my clit while I fantasized that one of my big dusky studs was plowing his 
thick black meat up my little white twat, getting ready to deposit a potent 
load of black baby-making sperm deep inside my unprotected womb. Sometimes 
after I'd cum, I wouldn't even bother washing the zucchini off but would 
just slice it up and fry it and feed it to Danny with his supper. I remember 
thinking to myself one night as I watched him eat the zucchini with his 
disgusting mouth open while he chewed, 'One way or another, you asshole, 
you're going to get a little pussy juice in your diet.' My marriage was 
turning into a living hell. The only saving grace was that I had two 
beautiful children to care for, who needed me and loved me unconditionally.

Don't get me wrong; Danny was an excellent father. He took his turn changing 
diapers and feeding the kids and consoling them when they got hurt, and when 
he bounced them up and down on his knee I could see just how much he loved 
them and they him.

Oh, damn! Excuse me for a second............................

I'm sorry. I just had to get a tissue to dry my eye. I must have gotten a 
speck of dust in it.

Where was I? Oh yes. If only Danny had loved me half as much as he did the 
children, perhaps I wouldn't be writing this today.

For the next five years, until both children began spending full days at 
school, our marriage floundered, but it didn't really bother me because the 
children managed to occupy my time completely. As I said before, I was a 
mother first and foremost above all else. But after the children began to go 
to school full-time, I had a large empty space in my day that I began to 
fill with hateful thoughts towards Danny and lustful thoughts towards other 
men. I was beginning to loathe myself for my perverse daydreams and I knew 
that I had to make a change very soon. So I managed to convince Danny that I 
needed to go back to school to refresh my occupational skills. After all, it 
had been nine years since I'd graduated from high school. We'd gotten 
married immediately after graduation and I'd gotten pregnant with Becky 
shortly thereafter. I'd never really had an opportunity to practice my 
learned skills in an actual workplace environment, and the inevitable result 
was that they had diminished significantly. So Danny finally agreed with me 
and I enrolled in a two-year office administration course at the local 
community college. I felt a little uncomfortable being 27 years old and 
attending classes with 18, 19 and 20-year-olds, but I quickly adapted and 
began to look forward each day to improving my mind and my skills. I hate to 
admit it, but if the truth be known, it also didn't hurt that I nearly 
creamed in my pants every day while ogling all the virile young studs on 
campus. In retrospect, I think that I may have been emotionally stunted by 
my bad marriage and from the isolation inherent in rearing children. I still 
felt like I was eighteen in my heart, although my body left no doubt in 
anyone's mind that I was all woman.

I started working out regularly at the gym on campus and my body just kept 
getting tighter and tighter. I had always been told that I had a pretty face 
- not beautiful, just pretty - and now my body was beginning to complement 
it. My 5'7" frame began to lose its flabbiness and acquire muscle mass, not 
Arnold Schwarzenegger-type grotesqueness but just lean, solid muscle. My abs 
were rock hard and my long legs grew sculpted and copper-toned from hours 
spent on the Nautilus machines and in the tanning bed. I cut my naturally 
brunette hair to about shoulder length and began to rinse it with a soft red 
dye so that it glistened beautifully in the sunlight. And my breasts, while 
never all that large, managed to remain about a 34C even though I'd reduced 
my percentage of body fat substantially. I looked as good, if not better, 
than most of the 18 and 19-year-old girls on campus. I would have thought 
that Danny would have been appreciative of my efforts, but he inexplicably 
seemed to become even less interested in me sexually, if that was possible. 
Our love-making was down to about once every three or four months and was 
always initiated by me when I would ultimately grow tired of frigging myself 
off to a bunch of inanimate photographs. With my new body, I'd even begun to 
enjoy the sex act again, but half the time Danny couldn't stay hard, and 
even when he did, he would usually come within the first minute or so from 
my aggressive fucking, leaving me completely unsatisfied and dependent once 
more on my fingers and my vegetable garden for my own self-gratification.

In the second year of my program at the college, I ended up in a lot of the 
same classes as a 19-year-old girl named Cassandra. Cassie, as everyone 
called her, was a beautiful young girl and I think that every boy on campus 
was in love with her, or at least lusted after her. But, alas, Cassie was 
gay. She didn't try to hide this fact, but then again, neither did she try 
to flaunt it. She seemed very comfortable with her sexuality, and within a 
few months after that second year started, we became fast friends. She never 
tried to come onto me, even though we spent most of our out-of-class time 
together before going home at the end of the day. She did invite me once to 
a dance that was put on by the campus Homophile Society "just to see how the 
other half lives," she said, but I respectfully declined and told her maybe 
some other time. After all, I knew that I wasn't a lesbian. I mean, I was 
married and had two young children. How could I possibly be a lesbian?

One afternoon Cassie invited me up to her apartment after class for a 
cappuccino and some quiet conversation before we were to go to an early 
movie together. My mother had agreed to be at my house when the children 
came home from school and to stay there until Danny got off work. Cassie and 
I sipped on our cappuccinos and told each other stories and giggled like two 
little schoolgirls. When Cassie went into the washroom to tinkle, I noticed 
a videotape on top of her VCR entitled 'The Sirens of Lesbos'. Out of 
curiosity I pushed it into the VCR and turned my attention to the TV screen 
where two young girls in their late teens or early twenties performed 
cunnilingus and analingus on each other until they both came in simultaneous 
gut-wrenching orgasms. As I watched them recover from their violent 
convulsions in naive astonishment, I felt my pussy begin to get moist and 
then Cassie was suddenly back in the room, sitting beside me on the sofa. 
She took my hand in hers, and when I turned around to face her, she placed 
her hand behind my head and drew my face in towards hers before kissing me 
fully on the lips and then separating my lips with her long tongue. I knew 
that I didn't have to submit to this, but oh God, it had been so long since 
I'd had any sexual contact that my body was just aching to be used by 
somebody... anybody. As Cassie played little flirting games with her tongue 
inside my mouth, she reached under my short skirt and rubbed my mons through 
my panties. When she felt how wet my cunt was, she pulled my panties to one 
side and began to run her finger up and down through my slick hairless 
folds. When I felt her finger touch my naked cunt-flesh, and when she felt 
the silky smoothness of my shaved pussy, we both moaned lustfully into each 
other's mouths.

Cassie pulled her tongue out of my mouth and panted, "Jocelyn, I've got to 
get my mouth on that right now, so if you're going to stop me, then stop me 
now." Her face was flushed and I'd never seen her eyes look quite so wild as 
they looked at that moment. I just shyly shook my head 'yes' in submission 
as I gazed acquiescently into her lustful eyes and lowered my body back 
lengthwise onto the sofa. Our roles had been set: she was the knowledgeable 
teacher, the Svengali, and I was the eager student. Cassie had my skirt up 
around my waist immediately and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of 
my panties and dragged them over my ass and down my legs in one fluid 
motion. "My God, it's so pretty," she said softly as she stared intently at 
my little bald cunt while she licked her lips. She dipped her head down 
between my thighs and immediately began to slither her long tongue up and 
down between my lips. When I felt her tongue make contact with my labia, my 
back arched and I grabbed the back of her head with both my hands as I 
growled lustfully and humped my hips up into her face. She put her hands 
under my tight ass and began to lick and suck on my pussy like no one ever 
has since. I closed my eyes and reveled in the incredible sensations that 
Cassie was creating inside my body with her mouth. I couldn't believe that 
this was what I had been missing for the past 15 years of my life, and my 
hatred for Danny grew a hundredfold at that moment.

Cassie was an exquisite cunt-licker. She reached her long tongue into little 
nooks and crannies of my pussy that had never been touched before. When she 
moved her mouth up my slit to concentrate on my clit, she brought her right 
hand out from under my ass and pushed her long middle finger deep into my 
cunt-hole and finger-fucked me furiously while she sucked on my clit like a 
bitch in heat. Then she brought her left hand around from under my ass and 
dipped the middle finger of it into my sopping cunt to wet it before moving 
it back around to my ass and attempting to insert it into my anus. It was an 
incredibly tight fit because I had never had anything in me back there 
before, but by continuously wiggling it back and forth and twisting and 
turning it around, she was soon able to bury her long finger completely in 
my virgin rectum. Then she began to finger-fuck both of my holes vigorously 
as she sucked and licked and bit on my engorged clit. I can't say that she 
was the tenderest pussy-eater I've ever met, but she was without a doubt the 
best. A few times when she pulled on my clit with her teeth, I thought that 
I was going to tear two large handfuls of hair out of her head if I didn't 
go through the roof first.

After a good ten minutes of these intense manipulations of my ass and my 
pussy, I began to cum like I never had before. My whole body shook with 
pleasure as I clamped my thighs tightly around Cassie's neck and rode her 
face for all I was worth. Cassie never let up on her intensive oral workout 
for even a second all through my orgasm until she felt my body heave and 
then finally sag in complete and utter satiation. Then she climbed up on me 
and once again gave me sinful soul kiss, allowing me for the very first time 
to savor the tangy taste of my own pussy juice as I sucked it off her 
tongue.

Cassie then led me by the hand into her bedroom and she spent the rest of 
the afternoon into the early evening teaching me the ways of lesbian love. 
Yes, I also ate her pussy, and while I didn't enjoy it as much as I enjoyed 
sucking cock, it wasn't at all bad. Cassie showed me her assortment of 
vibrators and toys and we used a few of them during the course of our 
lovemaking. Cassie confided to me that she was still a virgin and that she'd 
been very careful with her toys not to break her hymen. She told me that she 
had been saving herself for someone special, and that she thought I was the 
one. I was flattered and embarrassed at the same time. She reached into the 
bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a black, eleven-inch, strap-on 
dildo and handed it to me. She looked imploringly into my eyes and simply 
said, "Please Joss?"

I hesitantly took the large black tool from her, hefted it in my hand and 
felt the weight of it. I ran my hand up and down its shiny length and then 
squeezed the thick shaft tightly in my fist. At that moment, I knew I was 
going to enjoy this. I strapped the dildo on and positioned myself between 
Cassie's thighs. Her pussy was still extremely wet from my earlier oral 
ministrations so I slowly began to insert the thick black rod into her tight 
virgin fuck-hole. The dildo must have been at least two inches in diameter 
and the poor kid's cunt lips were being stretched so bad that it must have 
been painful. When I finally nudged the head of it up against her hymen, she 
grimaced slightly and then gave me a somewhat anguished smile as she softly 
nodded her head 'yes'. I grasped onto the sides of her slender hips and 
drove my big black rod all the way through her thin membrane and then eleven 
inches deep up her cunt. Cassie's eyes flew wide open and she screamed out, 
"OH MY GODDD!!!!!" She screamed so loud I'm surprised that everyone in her 
apartment building didn't hear her, but no one came to complain.

I laid my body down on hers and stroked her hair and kissed her face as I 
began to fuck my big black stick in and out of her tight virgin twat. When 
she felt the movement inside her vaginal passage, she pleaded with me, "I've 
changed my mind, Joss! I can't do this! It hurts too much!" In response I 
just said, "Ssshhhh ssshhhh," very soothingly over and over again as I 
picked up the tempo of my thrusting until I was practically pulling the 
whole rod out of her cunt before jamming it right back in. I know that this 
probably sounds cruel, but I am a woman too, and I had been through this 
myself. I knew that there was no easy way to be deflowered and that sooner 
or later her pain would turn to pleasure and she would experience her very 
first orgasm at the end of a cock, albeit a big black rubber one. I have to 
admit that her screaming and whimpering were making me incredibly excited 
and my own cunt started to cream as I punished Cassie's pussy with my 
massive instrument.

When Cassie finally turned the corner and began to gently hump her hips up 
into me, I straightened back up and placed her thin legs up over my 
shoulders and then began to jackhammer that heavy cock savagely in and out 
of her ravaged fuck-hole. I must have been hitting up against her cervix 
because she still grimaced every time I drove that thick pole up her narrow 
teenaged tunnel. But she was now moaning and rubbing her small tits and 
pulling on her little nipples so I knew she had to be experiencing some 
pleasure.

"Do you like my big black bone, bitch?!" I shockingly heard myself say. 
Cassie just whimpered a little mousy 'yes'. "Do you want me to fuck you 
harder with my big black baby-maker, you slut?!" I said to her loudly. 
Cassie nodded her head 'yes' submissively. Our roles had completely reversed 
now; I was her mistress and she my slave. "Beg me for my cock, slut!" I 
ordered her.

"Pl... please, can I have it?" she whimpered, sounding just like a little 
3-year-old crybaby.

I suddenly leaned up over her body and screamed in her face, "HAVE WHAT, 
SLUT?!?!" Cassie's eyes once again flew wide open, this time in startled 
terror, as she timidly replied, "Your cock, mistress?"

Then her voice grew in crescendo as she continued, "Your big, beautiful, 
shiny black cock! Give it to me hard, mistress! FUCK YOUR BIG BLACK POLE UP 
MY LITTLE-GIRL CUNT! POUND MY VIRGIN PUSSY WITH YOUR THICK BLACK MEAT!!! 
MAKE ME CUM JUST LIKE A LITTLE WHORE!!! C'MON, GIVE IT TO ME!!! MAKE ME 
BLEEEEEEDDDDD!!!!!"

Cassie had picked up the role-play very quickly, and for her reward, I 
punched my thick rod even more forcefully up her skinny teenaged twat, 
nearly lifting her off the bed each time I bottomed out eleven inches deep 
in her slippery hole. Finally, Cassie could take no more and her entire body 
was wracked with convulsions as she twisted and turned on the bed trying to 
escape the eleven-inch long black marauder that had her pinned there. After 
a few minutes, her body eventually relaxed and her breathing returned to 
normal. I looked down between her thighs to where I still had the long black 
dildo fully inserted in her body and I noticed a substantial amount of blood 
oozing from her inner folds and dripping down onto the bed sheets. The 
amount of blood looked worrisome and I hoped that I hadn't accidentally hurt 
my young friend.

Cassie appeared to have passed out. "Cassie?" I said softly. "Baby?" Cassie 
slowly opened her eyes and gave me a sweet grateful smile. "Thank you, 
Joss," she said sincerely. "Thank you so so much."

We became lovers after that day, Cassie and I. Our affair continued for a 
little more than three months until I finally broke it off. I didn't end the 
affair out of a sense of guilt either. I didn't really consider that what 
Cassie and I did constituted cheating. I guess I leaned more towards the 
Bill Clinton definition. If I had done the same things with a man, that 
would have been completely different. But this was more like innocent 
girl-play.

The reason I finally ended our relationship was because I knew that I wanted 
cock. And because I knew that, I figured I would never be completely 
satisfied in a lesbian relationship and I didn't think it was fair to Cassie 
to continue on. I tried to explain this to her, but she wouldn't or couldn't 
listen. The poor kid was completely and utterly devastated. I tried to 
remain her friend after the break-up, but it's very difficult to just be 
friends after you have been lovers, and I finally felt it was in her best 
interest that we make a clean break of it.

At the end of that school year, I graduated with cap and gown from my 
two-year diploma program and entered the working world. I tried a couple of 
jobs for about six months each but I didn't really like them, and there were 
lots of jobs available so I didn't feel pressured to remain in them. 
Finally, after about a year, I found a job I thoroughly enjoyed. I was an 
office manager for a small electrical supply company. Well, there weren't a 
lot of people to manage. There was only one other older gray-haired lady 
named Betty who worked in there with me, and she was getting ready to retire 
in about a year's time. But my job allowed me to do a little of everything 
and it was therefore never boring. Other than Betty, I was the only other 
woman in the place. The order desk and the warehouse and the loading dock 
were all staffed with men, most of them in their early to mid-twenties. It 
was there that I met Jack. Jack was twenty-four and worked on the loading 
dock, loading and unloading transport trucks. Half the time he went 
shirtless, and when he'd come into the office to bring in a bill of lading 
or a shipping report, I'm sure it was quite obvious to him how much I 
appreciated his lean muscular chest and his washboard abs and his strong 
tanned arms. I found myself glancing more and more at the large bulge in the 
front of his jeans whenever he stood in front of me while we were talking, I 
in my chair and he standing up. We began a serious flirtation that went on 
for close to a year. He didn't seem to mind that I was an 'older' woman at 
the ripe old age of thirty-one. He also didn't seem to mind that I was 
married. But it didn't really matter as, at the time, it was all pretty 
innocent, at least until that one night he showed up at my front door. That 
was the night all my troubles began.


TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2

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