Once Is Not Enough
BY LENNY
        
I'd like to tell you about my education of what a real man's cock
can do to a woman. My name's Mary, and I am 28.  Bob, my husband, is
nearly 33.  We were married on his 27th birthday, and I was a virgin
until our wedding night. I am 5' 6'' tall with a 34- 22-34, lean
figure, shoulder length blonde hair and long, shapely legs. He finds
me so beautiful that he considers himself very lucky to have me as
his wife. Often, he makes me slightly embarrassed in front of our
friends when he openly declares me the most attractive woman in the
world.

I work in the registrar office at NYU where Bob is an associate
professor. His field is economics. He often, tells his colleagues
that he is all for free enterprise, and hates monopoly of every type
where it  threatens the competition.

Although I didn't had any complaints about our sex life, I was in no
position to make a comparison, and whether I could expect better. It
was Bob who brought up the subject first.

After our usual lovemaking session on that Saturday night, he asked
me if I found happiness in our marriage. I told him that I had been
very happy and thanked God everyday to have such a wonderful
husband. But... I was not sure I had had an orgasm in my life until
then.

"There must me something wrong  with me.  I just don't understand
why the girls at the office think sex is such a big deal.  All they
ever talk about is how great their orgasms feel and how many orgasms
they have per session." I went on to say that one woman in
particular, Nicole, always talked about how good her husband Val was
in bed. Nicole and Val are couple of years older couple who live in
our neighborhood. Val is a professor at the university and we often
get together and attended same parties.  My husband suggested to me
that I should have a word with Nicole and see if she could help in
any way.  I just told him not to be silly.

One day, during our girlie gossip, Nicole boasted that her husband
has one of the biggest penises she heard or read about. It was
supposed to be 9 inches in its fully erect state. I didn't know what
Bob's measurement was, but it was quite small, barely filling my
vagina when we made love.

When I returned home, Bob was in the kitchen, preparing our dinner.
After, taking off my clothes, I put on my shirt and blue jeans and
joining him, carrying plates and glasses to the table.

"How was your day?" He inquired.

"Oh, it was all right. We went through all alumni records, looking
for a certain pattern of qualification. Dean of Sociology requested
it. I think, we will be busy throughout the week. Maybe I'll work on
Saturday too.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I was just planning to take you to Atlanta,
and even some amorous weekend together." He made a face.

"Oh, darling, I can work overtime and try to finish until Friday
night."

"If you are sure, you can finish before Saturday, let me make
reservations first thing tomorrow morning."

Then, we ate silently.

After dinner we sat in our big couch, in front of the fireplace,
watched burning logs. I asked him how large his penis was. Bob said
that he didn't know. He said he never had any problems with his
manhood and thought its size mattered to me. But I was persistent.

"Let's measure it and find out," I said. 

"Why are you so interested in my penis size?" He asked.

"Today, at the office, Nicole revealed to us that her husband's
measures 9 inches.

I got out of the couch and found my tape measure.  I kneeled in
front of him and asked him to let me see his cock. He opened his
fly, motioning me to his crotch. I took his penis out and stroked it
with my hand to get it hard. I then carefully measured his cock's
length and circumference.

"Well, your cock is barely 7'' long and 4,1/2' around.  But Nicole
said that Val's cock was 9'' long and 6'' around. That's 30 percent
bigger than yours.  It can't really be that big, can it?"

"Nicole must be wrong, or she's making  it up."

"Nicole was very definite about its size and said that was why she
had such a great sex life, and, anyway why should she lie?"

"I don't know, maybe she wanted to make other girls in the office a
little jealous."

I put his penis back in his pants, and pulled up the tap of his
zipper. I sat on the couch, put my head on his shoulder. We sat
there silently for a while.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm more confused now," I said with a sigh.

"Why's that?"

"I wonder what it would be like to have a big cock like Val's up
inside me.  Nicole says it's incredible to feel it filling and
stretching her pussy."  I was kind of envious and horny.

"But my penis is not below average size and always I have tried to
be unselfish during our love making."

"I know darling, but, lately I was wondering what it'd be like to
have a really big cock inside my pussy. I'm sorry if I've hurted
your feelings. I still can't take it out of my head."

"You're certainly hurting me, Mary. All of a sudden, you began to
talk like a... a..." He couldn't find the right word for my indecent
fantasy.

"A slut?"

"You know, I didn't mean that." He snapped.

"I wish, you had a bigger cock."

"Mary, do you want to sleep with another man?"

"Actually, no. But you always insisted that a person should make her
or his own choice without limited by boundaries artificially
inflicted on her. You are against monopolies. You advocate free
competition."

"Mary, Mary... This is going out of hand."

"You recommend unjust competition must be avoided at every aspect of
our social life, and deny my right to look for a better cock?" I
knew, I looked cruel.

"Oh my God! You must be ashamed of yourself to talk like that."

"I'm just being honest." I continued. "You've never asked if I
experienced an orgasm. Let me tell you: Never."

"I thought you've loved me." Bob seemed quite broken.

"I love you, and I'll always will. But this has got nothing to do
with love. I just want to have a man with a big cock to fuck me."
After that said, we didn't talk any further.

On the following day, in the morning, Bob finally spoke breaking the
long silence.

"OK Mary. I guess you're right. Here is my suggestion: This weekend
I'll go to Atlanta alone, you can think it over and if you really
want to do it, go out and find yourself a man. But only for once, I
give my consent, you  may sleep with another man and have the chance
to make a comparison."

"I can not promise you, to keep it as a one time affair. Let me put
it this way, if I go to bed with another man and find it very
pleasing, we would have a divorce, and each of us would go to our
separate ways. If it turns out to be unsatisfactory, I'll drop the
subject, none of us would mention it afterwards. Fair enough?"
"Yeah. Fair enough." He agreed.

On the following Saturday, My husband left early in the morning
giving me light kiss on the cheek.

Throughout the day I was alone at home. 

I stripped and went to our bedroom to examine my looks on the
mirror. Yes. I was a beautiful young woman. What was lacking in my
safe and secure life was sex. Or sexual satisfaction I thought.

I had to take the reins in my hand and reroute my way in the life.

I gazed dreamily to my reflection in the mirror. A centerfold's
figure, medium size breasts with rose colored nipples pointing
upwards, a small waist just above the shapely round hips, long
slender legs, a white skin without any blemishes was just in front
of my eyes. And that was me!

I had made up my mind. That was the night I was going to sleep with
another man.

I prepared myself accordingly, a short revealing dress with nothing
else underneath except my silk panties.

Before going out I admired myself in front of the mirror, a long
legged, lean figure, properly round at the right places. Most of my
thighs were exposed, and with low cut cleavage you could see most of
my breasts, my nipples barely covered.

I drove to a bar in our vicinity which is a well known spot where
singles meet for one night stands, no questions asked, no promises
given, no commitments made.

Entering the bar, I walked to a empty stool, ordered a bourbon. The
room was already getting crowded with people, singles looking for
other singles, pairs talking intimately trying to finish their
drinks and living hand in hand. While slowly sipping my drink, there
was a light touch on my shoulder.

"Hi, I've never seen you here before."

I turned my head and looked into the eyes of this handsome young
man. I slightly recognized him from the campus, but didn't know his
name. He was a professor in the business school. And, he was black!

"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I've seen you in the university, but I don't know
your name..."

"Jeff... Jefferson Williams Jr. And you are Mary Goodman, most
beautiful girl in the registrar office... even on the campus." He
smiled, showing his white teeth.

"Well, thank you. I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced formally
before."

"I know your husband, too. Professor Goodman."

"Would you join me for a drink?" I offered.

"Of course. Who wouldn't?" He sat next to me.

"Bartender, please refill my glass." Turning to him. "What will be
yours?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must be the one to fetch the drinks." He asked the
bartender: "Please give us two bourbons."

After we sipped our glasses empty, he asked me.

"How come a nice girl like you comes to a place like this?"

"What is wrong with this place?"

"Well, usually people who look for an illicit affair come here, or
so I heard."

"Is that why you're here?" I laughed.

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"Oh?"

"Mary, would you like go to bed with me tonight?" He asked straight.

"Wow. You are so fast. I don't know." I giggled, the bourbon was
taking effect.

"Come on Mary. Let's not lose time. My wife is away with the kids. My
balls are bursting." He was outrageously open.

"What do you think I am? Some easy lay? Or a whore?"

"Look honey, I don't want to spend time with unnecessary
preliminaries. If you want to fuck, let's fuck; if you don't, let's
forget we have ever met and split." He talked very sure of himself.

I was speechless, for a while considering alternatives. I had
prepared my conscience to find myself a bed partner for one night. I
had never had a black man as a friend before, let alone to commit my
first adultery with.

He started to leave.

"Please stay...Jeff." I called after him.

"Changed your mind?" He turned around.

"Please Jeff. Don't go. I'm sorry, this is a first time for me." He
came and sat next to me, smiling.

"You wouldn't guess what you had been missing"

"What?"

"That I'm hung like a horse and my cock measures 10 inches." He
whispered into my ear.

"Oh my God. You are so straight-forward."

"We have only couple of hours to be together. I have to advertise,
convince, sell and deliver in such a short time."

"I guess you're right. Why don't you take all the initiative from
now on, and take me to any place you want and do as you wish with
me." I surrendered.

He took me to a motel.  

He wanted me to make a slow striptease. He sat on a couch in the
corner and watched me. He put the radio on and tuned to a slow
romantic music. I turned off all the lights except one, came in
front of him slowly swaying my hips.

I'm not a professional dancer and never took any dance lessons
before. Nevertheless, the cosy atmosphere in the room, my amorous
mood made me perform well enough for his pleasure, I believed.

First, I kicked off my high heel shoes. I danced just in front of
him, slowly, reaching my back and finding the tab of the zipper. I
took my time to open the zipper, always keeping my swaying
movements. Then I lowered the hem of my dress teasingly, exposing my
breasts, then my belly.

I slowly turned, continuing my dance figures and showed him my ass.
While my back was to him I got rid of my panties, picked them up
from the floor. I presented him my panties, smiling sexily. He
brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, smelling my pussy
fragrance.

I laughed and kept on dancing, stark naked. It made me feel so nasty
and hot. Warm juices started oozing out of my pussy. I rubbed my
clit right in front of this black man, while he kept on cheering me.

Finally, Jeff made me stop. He undressed. For the first time in my
life I saw a big cock. And it was hard and ready to fuck me.

We got rid of the covers on the bed and laid on our sides, facing
each other. "What will you do to me?" I asked sexily.

"You are the first white woman in bed with me. First I'll explore
your white pussy with my tongue, and compare it to my woman's black
hole. I'll taste your juices, and see if all my black friends' said
is true, that a white pussy juice is better. Then, I will lick your
nipples, bite your breasts to leave some marks on them for you to
show your husband tomorrow. In the end, I'll fuck you at least three
times in your white pussy."

He touched my pussy, stroking its lips, inserting his index finger
in. He put me on my back. He came over me. Starting at my heaving
chest, he teasingly worked his way down my body, planting little
kisses everywhere he went.  He completely bypassed my crotch as he
worked his way down my legs to my feet and back up again.  As he
approached my slit, he stuck out his tongue and lightly fluttered it
over the opening. My legs opened in order to allow him access to my
most private part.  As he positioned himself between my legs he
placed his thumbs on the lips of my pussy and spread them apart to
see the inner folds.  He found the tiny button of my clitoris and
flicked his tongue so gently over it. My hips involuntarily
convulsed as I tried to push my pussy right up into his mouth.  He
held me down.

"Relax, baby. The best is yet to come."

"Oh, Jeff. You're so sweet." I moaned.

He went back to his oral work while at the same time inserting his
finger into my vagina.  He gently took my clitoris between his lips
and I silently screamed in my ecstasy.  Then he did something that I
had never felt before.  He started to give me small bites on my most
sensitive spot. I couldn't believe the feeling of the pleasure mixed
with pain and came almost immediately while bucked my hips
uncontrollably. Even after my orgasm, he didn't stop his bites until
I experienced my second orgasm of the night.  As my orgasm subsided,
he worked his way up my body to see the reaction on my face to his
special treatment.

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, it was great. When will you fuck me?"

"Patience, baby." He kissed me on the lips. I tasted my pussy flavor
on his tongue.

"How do you like my taste?"

"Great. Your pussy is sweeter than my wife's."

"I'm glad you like it. Will you let me drink your come?"

"Of course baby." 

He lowered himself to put his mouth on my breasts. First he worked
on my right one completely ignoring the left. He sucked on my
nipple, massaging the entire breast as if to bring out milk from it.
Than he bit just under my nipple causing me a sharp unexpected pain.
I didn't voice a complaint, so he went on to suck on my nipple
again. From time to time he bit my right breast on different spots,
leaving his teeth marks, then resumed to suck on the nipple.

After a while my breast was completely covered with bruises and
sore, he asked me if I wanted the same treatment on my left breast.

"Yes, yes, darling do the same on the other one." I was breathless.

When my left breast was ruined so pleasantly, I almost came. All it
took was a little stroking my clit to set me off for the third time.

Once I was able to catch my breath, I knew that I had to repay him
for the joy that he had brought to me.  I reached down to feel the
hardness between his legs and knew what I was going to do.  I
pressed my lips to his chest and returned the favor of the attention
he had paid to my breasts.  During that time I gave him small bites
on his hard muscular body as I began to play with his big black
cock. I started to administer light kisses all over his body. I told
him to lay face down.  Leaning over him so that my sore breasts hung
down, I started rubbing my tender mounds all over his body starting
at his back and working my way down.  As I reached the region of his
ass, I could see cheeks twitching in anticipation of what was to
come. I bit mercilessly on his buttocks.

"Oh, Mary, you're marvelous." He whimpered. 

"This'll serve you well." I teased him.

Then, I ordered him to turn over and I took his cock into one hand
and cuddling his balls with the other, I slowly began moving my hand
in an up and down motion, slowly lowering my mouth to his big black
member.  I stuck out my tongue and lightly flicked it over the tip.
I licked the tiny drop of pre-come, smacking my lips and continued
my tongue movements, covering all of his manhood with my saliva. I
slowly worked my way down the underside until I reached the sack
that contained his big manly eggs.  I wrapped my wet lips around the
right one and gently suckled it in my mouth.  After a while I
switched to the left one.  I continued this back and forth motion
for about ten minutes.  Leaving his balls I worked my way back up
the underside of his cock until I reached the fireman's helmet.
Slowly I worked my lips over the head and started down the black
hose.  I gradually took more and more of him into my mouth and
throat.  When I reached bottom, I started a steady up and down
motion while continuing to play with his nuts. When I could feel the
beginnings of his orgasm boiling up in his balls I wrapped my hand
around the base of his cock As he moaned out his pending orgasm I
quickly climbed on top of him squatted on his loins to have him
inside my slick vagina. When I felt the tip of his cock touched the
opening of my uterus he started to come. He filled me with his semen
which was meant to make a woman pregnant with a black baby. The
thought made me shudder with an intense orgasm I had ever had until
that time.

As our orgasms subsided, we laid together on the bed resting.

"Jeff, would you like this to turn into a permanent affair?" I
suggested.

"Hmm. That's a good idea." He murmured.

"I want to be your mistress... if you want me, of course."

"What about your husband?" He inquired. 

"I'll be married to him, but I could come to you whenever you wish."

"And I'm a married man too. I should have Claire's... my wife's
permission to keep on seeing you."

"Have you got your wife's permission to go to bed with another woman
tonight?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. She knows that I would be looking for a
one-night-stand when she was away at her parents. She accepts  and
approves my need to fool around from time to time as long as it
doesn't threaten our marriage."

"Do you thing she would concede your having me as your mistress."

"I don't know. She is not a jealous type, but let's see."

"What if she doesn't want you to continue.?"

"Look, Mary. I love my wife. I have two kids. Those are my
priorities."

"I see."

He climbed over me. We kissed passionately. He promised that the
rest of the night would be just as enjoyable.

As our arousal reached a peak, we knew that it was time to pick up
where we had left off.  He slowly reached over and cupped my breast
as I reached down for his manhood.  When he reached the junction of
my legs, he could feel the wetness waiting for him to enter my.  I
pulled him over on top of me and reached down between our bodies.
As I guided his erection into my waiting hole I spread my legs as
wide as I could to accept him. He slowly inserted his cock into my
sopping wet pussy and proceeded to administer strokes according to
my needs.  After about 30 strokes, he removed himself from me and
told me to turn over.  I looked at him with a worried expression
until he  assured me that he wanted to fuck me doggy style.  As I
turned over and got up onto my hands and knees, he reached over for
my hips.  He wrapped his big hands around my waist to hold onto
while he entered me from behind and proceeded to slide his cock up
into my wetness once again.  As our bodies came together, he held
onto my waist as if he was riding a horse. Then, he reached down
under my body and surrounded each of my tits with a hand.  He
brought my body up so that only my knees were on the bed. Moving one
hand down my body, he began playing with my love button until I
bucked back against him and shouted out my orgasm.

Once I had calmed down a little bit, he withdrew himself from me and
laid down on the bed.  Grabbing me by the waist and bringing me over
his body, he told me that he wanted me on the top so that he could
suck on my sore mounds while we made love. He told me that this was
his favorite position because it allowed him to see as well as touch
and suck my tits while he loved me and also to watch the different
expressions on my face during the different stages of our
lovemaking.  I gently lowered my body over his tool with long, slow
strokes in order to make the experience last.  I ground my pelvic
bone against his at the completion of each down stroke in order to
cause friction on my clitoris.  Then I started doing something that
I believed he found to be extremely enjoyable.  I placed my feet
flat on the mattress and rose about half way up his rigid member,
and started moving my soaking  wet hole around in circles.  Finally,
he could stand it no more and told me that he was going to shoot his
come into my cunt.  He grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me against
him as we experienced the ultimate simultaneous orgasm.

As I collapsed onto his body our lips met and during the ensuing
tongue battle, I told him how good I felt.  We fell asleep in this
position and when we awoke we couldn't decide whether to start again
right then or to continue our games at a later time. However,
looking at the clock and seeing what time it was, made the decision
for us. It was time for  him to go to the airport to meet his
family. Being the happily married man did not give him the ability
to make up a lousy excuse to stay with me couple of hours more.

We both decided to continue our relationship in the future provided
that he could  get his wife's permission.

Bob returned on Sunday night, finding me laying on bed, glowing with
satisfaction.

"Mary, what happened? Did you go through with your plan?"

"Yes."

"You mean, you've finally did it?"

"Yes."

"All right, let's talk about it in the morning."

"Good idea." I snapped back.

He slipped into the bed. We laid awake for a long time, speechless.
Then, the phone rang. Bob picked it up. It was Jeff.

"It is someone, Jeff. He wants to talk to you." He handed me the
phone.

"Hi, Mary. This is Jeff."

"Hi, Jeff. What's up?"

"I talked to my wife. She okays our affair. Sorry to bother you at
this late hour, but I couldn't wait."

"I'm so happy to hear that, Can we meet tomorrow?" I was relieved to
hear the good news.

"I'll call you at the office tomorrow. Bye now."

"Bye." 

After a while, My husband asked who the hell Jeff was.

"He is my lover." I answered.

"Your lover? I let you alone for the weekend and you acquired a
lover!"

"I found a real man. A man who made me come countless times in a
night."

"I can't believe you."

"Whether you believed it or not, he was fantastic. He had a cock 10
inches long, he fucked me to multiple orgasms last night and from
now on I want to be his mistress, no matter what."

"I don't want to lose you, Mary. Please be reasonable."

"I'm reasonable. I had to be crazy if I gave up his big black cock
for your little tool."

"Black cock? You mean you fucked a black man?"

"Yes indeed. He was a black. I'll keep on enjoying his wonderful
cock whether you divorce me or not."

"Oh my God." He almost cried. "What will happen to me? Will you let
me make love to you? I don't want to lose you."

He came over to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. 

"I'll stay to be your wife, but at the same time I'll be his
mistress too. Whenever he calls me I'll run to him, other times I'll
be with you as your wife."

"May I make love to you now?" He whimpered.

"Yes." I kissed him again. "Don't sulk. Remember, you were the one
to advise others the virtue of free competition. Now you have a
worthy opponent over my body. Let's see who will be better in the
future."

I took off my nightie and we began to make love. In the semidarkness
of our bedroom, it didn't take long for Bob to discover the bruises
on my breasts.

"What happened to your breasts?"

"My lover did that." I explained. "He bit me, and I found it very
pleasant."

"I hope, they recover soon." He licked my breasts.

"Bob, you should get to used to the idea that Jeff could do anything
to me, and you have to be contented with whatever is left to you."

"OK. Honey."

At that point, he entered me and we began to fuck.

"Do you want me to describe you how he fucked me last night?" I
asked.

"Yes."

"Well, he has a big black cock which he knows how to use to make a
woman happy."

"Is his cock really bigger than mine?"

"Yes. Much bigger. 50 percent bigger, in your own language."

"Is it thick?"

"Hmm. As thick as my wrists."

"How about his balls?"

"He has huge balls. He had come two times in my pussy, I bet he had
lots of semen left in them to fuck his wife when she returned."

"Did you drink his semen?"

"Not exactly, he ejaculated into my pussy. I tasted his pre-come on
his cock, but, of course that doesn't count. Next time I'll have him
come in my mouth."

"Do you want him to make you pregnant?"

"Oh, yes. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know. What would we tell our friends or our folks? You're
having a black baby. But sure it is kinky, and gives me thrills."

"To hell with whatever everybody thinks. I think I'm going to have
his baby. I'll go around and declare that a real man fucks me, being
a black man, his baby surely must be black. And that's that."

"Oh, Mary. you are so sexy." He kept on pumping me with his rather
small dick. Although I wasn't filled completely, with the help of
our dirty talk I finally reached my orgasm simultaneously as my
husband withdraw his cock and sprayed my belly with his semen.

"I'd better not come inside you." He explained he was making sure
not to impregnate me accidentally. I thanked him. Kissing and
fondling we went to sleep together.

In the end, Bob had consented to remain as my husband, and he
wouldn't interfere with my outgoing affair with Jeff.

Now I'm Jeff's white mistress, and planning to have a baby from my
black lover.

End of Story

October 1997
