Hooked On Black

by Liz Foster

The events from this story are true. They're taken from the diary's Karen, my best friend kept over the past forty-five years. She has written this story and others about our secret lives spent together at first as lesbian lovers and then as interracial partners. I have changed names and places to protect myself and my lifelong childhood friend Karen. We were friends ever sense first grade, went through high school and then to collage together. We even got teaching jobs in the same small town in southern Iowa.

We discovered that we had strong feelings for one another in a sexual way when we were in the ninth grade. We had volunteered to help my brother with his Boy Scout newspaper drive. It was the annual fundraiser for their summer camp program. As I bundled papers in an old lady's home, I came across a lesbian magazine she had tossed in with the newspapers.

That evening Karen slept over and we looked at the pictures in the magazine, from that night on we became hooked on the idea that having sex with each other was a very nice thing, leaving us with a wonderful feeling of closeness and warmth afterwards.

The reason I mention this is because after that night we became life long friends as well as lovers. We had such trust in each other that no secret ever stood between us, we told each other every detail about what took place in our lives. It was about that same time that Karen with the encouragement of a teacher friend of hers started to keep a diary, something she does even to this day. It's because of this that I can tell you the following story I have long sense forgotten about.

The year was 1951 Bill and I had bought the corner house next door to Jake and Karen and the two of us were able to enjoy sexual fun together a lot more than our husbands would ever know about. The guys had a big three-stall garage for keeping their boat and all their outdoor gear for winter.

It was early about seven thirty, and Jake, and Bill drove to work together and lift leaving me to my own desires. It was a beautiful warm September day, birds singing blue sky's and for a northeastern Iowa town of fourteen thousand it was just perfect, the temperature was in the low 70's, and oh so nice to feel after a long winter.

I was still in my bath robe and slippers, normally I would be the first one up and the first dressed, mind you I'm not boasting but that's just how it was after being a mother and wife for so long. I guess you could call it natures clock; I had just gone back to work after a fourteen-year absence from teaching to be home and raise my family. I had the day off because of a holiday'.

That morning I admit it, I feeling lazy that morning and had no-good reason to offer, I just felt that I owed it to myself. I was first up but I was the last one to shower and get dressed that day. I just couldn't resist the temptation of going out into the back yard with my morning coffee the newspaper and relaxing a bit, the house was quite, I was alone and felt no rush. I was on my way back into the house to refill my coffee cup when phone started to ring.

I Answered it I heard what I felt was a familiar voice on the other end. He was and older man I had become acquaintances with, and an employee of the A&P grocery store where I did my weekly shopping. I had gotten to know the person calling somewhat because of my many weekly trips to that place I made over the past fourteen years week after week. You know how it is your walking up and down the isles you keep running into the same people over and over.

We had never sat down together before or even had a cup of coffee together he was a black man, nice so long as he stayed in his own place that was according to most the women in town. We just enjoyed simple frivolous conversation like strangers can become engaged in at a store.

"Hi" Miss Ruby the voice said, "This is Mr. AC Ross from the A&P how are you?"

I was a bit astonished by the callers voice I could tell it was the voice of a black guy before he got his name out, I responded, "Oh just fine it's such a beautiful day I just came in to fill my coffee cup, I've been setting in the backyard enjoying this fine weather were blessed with. Miss Ruby would you mind my coming by for a cup of coffee, about ten thirty that is if you wouldn't mind?"

I thought about the request as we talked, I had a strange feeling what might happen, I wasn't so naive that I didn't know what to expect when I ushered Mr. Ross into my kitchen, why else would a black man be calling me, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to have coffee with him or better yet; get involved with a black man if what I was thinking was what he had on his mind. At the same time I couldn't stop some naughty thoughts from passing through my mind.

Here I was a married woman with grown kids, 41 years old! So I did my best to put his request out of my mind, I'd never done anything to make my husband hate me or want to divorce me. When the conversation seemed to be drawing to a close I said, "Well Mr. Ross thanks for calling but the day is slipping way and I do need to get going."

Then Mr. Ross said, "Missy Ruby don't you all want me to come over?"

Now it was compulsory for me to give an answer, "Yes I do. It's just that I have so much to do around the house today."

I hesitated for a minute and then gave what I felt was a safe answer.

"I guess it's ok, but remember I need to get my house work done so don't you forget that."

He assured me that he wouldn't stay too long. For some reason I didn't want Karen, my neighbor to see my Mr. Ross arriving so I told to him, "You park in my driveway in back of the house and come through the garage and use the service door that lead to my back yard and then come down the sidewalk to the side door. "Oh yes Miss Ruby I understand and well see you ten thirty sharp."

We had a small but a completely enclosed backyard the fence made of red wood, it stood six feet tall and Jake built it for privacy and to keep the kids in when they were little. It was so essential for me to be as discreet as possible in meeting with someone during the day, the last thing I wanted was for my husband to find out from a neighbor that I had been entertaining a gentleman a black gentleman no less.

Having been a stay at home mom for so many years and now with the house all to myself, maybe I was board, or I just had too much free time on my hands or maybe I was just plan feeling a horny and deluged by my Swedish female sexual desire and was looking for a reason to have added pleasure I might be provided by the company other man or women. I don't know for sure. I guess it didn't make any difference to me.

Starkly put, I wanted to be fucked. I couldn't be concerned with whom it was with or by, after all beggars can't be choosing, just as long as I got some hot male pecker stuffed into my aching pussy, I guess that was all that mattered to me.

A woman can only go so long without riding a good size shaft, and this person might just be what I needed. I had gone about as long as I want to go. He repeated what he had said "See you at ten thirty?"

"Yes Mr. Ross that will be fine ten thirty sharp."

Mr. Ross replied in a very sexy tone of voice, "I'll see you soon." Then the phone want dead.

Hanging up the receiver I thought, "Oh Liz - - - what have you got yourself in to?"

I went back out side with a fresh cup of coffee and just enjoyed the garden and the warm day. As I sat listening to the bird's sing I couldn't help but think what I had done to encourage Mr. Ross. Then I recalled two events that might have been done it. I had made for myself back in June a very fitted dress it was as Karen called it very sexy looking. It had a low-cut front and the skirt had a long side slit I got the idea from looking through pattern books.

I went to the store with this outfit on and wearing close to three-inch heels. I just need to pick up a couple of thing for diner that night and felt like putting my dress on. I would often get dressed up to go shopping, I think I did it because of the three black men that worked at the store, I just knew I was being watched and much to my amazement I enjoyed it.

I was picking up things I needed for dinner, Mr. Ross putting spice away just a few feet down the row I was in, I walked toward him, when I got he spoke to me. "Hello how are you this fine day missy?"

"Oh just fine, and you?"

"Just fine it's a really special day when some really fine women like you graces the likes of this store."

I held my hand over my mouth to conceal a giggle and then replied, "Thank you I can take that as a complement?"

"Oh yesum Missy you sure can."

"My goodness you must play piano you have such large strong looking hand's and such very long fingers, do you?" As I was saying that a naughty thought crossed my mind, just for a moment I thought what would it feel like to be fingered by him.

"Oh yesum missy I does play piano. I do like the blues and jazz and some gospel."

"I do wish I could hear you play some time soon I do image that you must be quite capable."

He smiled at me and said, "Thank you missy," then he said, "I'd just like to tell you that you look mighty fine in that their dress you have on today, yesum you sure do, just really fine."

Blushing a bit and giggling a little before I could get out a reply I said, "Well thank sir, thank you so much."

Then he said something that I might have read too much into at the time but it did get my female juice flowing to the point of my starting to feel a bit flustered. "Missy I sure would like seeing more of that dress. You just look so really fine wearin' it."

I didn't know what made me do it but I smiled at him and then reached out my hand to touch his and ending up holding it just long enough to giving it a gentle sensual squeeze, mind you it was just for a second or two while I said to him in a whisper, "While sir that is the sweetest thing you just said to me, I think I might some how enjoy having you see me in it again." As I spoke to him, our eyes made real contact, and as I gazed into his eyes I somehow sensed his burning desire to have me.

My body language must have been communicating, that I was an open-minded wantonness woman that was sympathetic toward any desires he felt toward me. In my mind I felt that I would agreeably to any advances he might make toward me, I knew for sure that I would be invulnerability.

The next time I shopping I wore a simple white dress I made for myself. It hung lose and soft over my body and had a low cut neckline that exposed a good bit of cleavage. Every time I wore it when Jake was with me he got mad as all get it and called me a slut. What he didn't know is that if I didn't wear a petticoat under it the sunlight would pour through it reveling whatever or the lack of whatever I was not I wearing for under attire.

That was the day I had decided to wear just a very simple thin white G-string I had made from a small peace of fabric lift over from the dress and my low-cut white lacy bra. I guess I had some idea in my mind of wanting to seduce one of the black guy's that worked there that seemed to have developed an eye for me Mr. Ross in particular.

AS I entered the store, Mr. Ross was standing at the courtesy counter helping a customer, He spotted me out side the store and was looking squarely at me as I came through the door, I paused for a mount as I came through the door to give the sun shine a chance to show off the out line of my body then I walked up to the courtesy counter and said hello.

What followed was something I had never done before I cashed a check for a small amount of money, my first name, last name, address where all on the check along with Jakes. I guess I was trying to tell Mr. Ross that I was a married woman. My fingers had swelled during my last pregnancy, my wedding band and engagement ring fit so tight that I took them off that was eighteen years ago, Sense then I put on some weight and never took the time to have them resized. Jake never said anything so I just figured why bother wasting the money.

Mr. Ross now knew for sure that I was a married woman, he also knew we would be playing with fire if we did meet, and if we ever got caught we would both be damned to hell by the town.

I was sure he was he was quite aware of what the folk's in town felt about blacks and that they had a place and that they better stay in it. So knowing all of that if he wanted to contact me, I gave him an easy way to find my phone number, it was on the check. After he finished counted out the bills in exchange for my check, I discretely grasped his hand for a mount we looked at each other, Although our eye contact was fleeting I got the impression that I was going to hear from him some day soon.

It was getting on toward nine thirty, time for me to get cleaned up and dressed. Walking into the house I want to the bathroom, I took off my robe and opened the drawer that I keep my yellow combination douche, enema bag. As I stood in front of the mirror I looked at myself as I set the bag down on the vanity top as I became absorbed with caressing my breast, holding them as if I were weighing them, as I did I massaged my nipples between my fore, finger and thumb causing them to become hard and erect, sending little tingles upland down my spine it was exciting.

Looking at my watch I realized that time was swiftly passing and I needed then to get ready. Filling the bag and attaching the vaginal nozzle to the hose, I stepped into the bath tub slowly slipping the nozzle inside my vagina I held the bag up high and released the hose clamp, warmed solution of vinegar and water rushed up into my vagina, it felt warm and pleasant, as I stood their waiting for the bag to empty it contents I couldn't help thinking about my guest that was coming for coffee. I couldn't help myself, and I giggled.

Finishing with the douche I refilled the bag with warm water adding a bit of Castel soap to make my enema mixture. I got down on my hands and knees in the bath tub and inserted the enema nozzle into my bum, I released the clamp on the hose allowing the warm water to flow into my rectum, it was a warm relaxing enema, this was something Karen and I had learned about, enjoyed and did for each other as well as doing for ourselves for many years.

It gave me a sense of satisfaction and the feeling being extra clean inside my colon just in the event a guy wanted to slip a finger up into my anus. After finishing I hung the bag up to dry and stepped into the shower for a splash. I had found the same kind of bag in Karen's bathroom while I was snooping around one day so I knew she indulged in enemas and douching also. I'm not sure why that crossed my mind at that time just did.

I put up my hair up and fixed my makeup. Looking in my closet to find the right outfit to wear the back door bell rang, I quickly slipped on a housecoat to answer, it was Karen.

"Ruby I need some baking powder?" She said as if she had been running, she was out of breath.

"Ok," I got the baking powder for her and as I handed it to her my robe came open enough for her to have a good look at the naked body it covered, I couldn't help blushing. "Hey why are you blushing I've seen you naked before sweetie."

"What do you need this for?" I asked.

"I'm making cookies, when I'm done I want to come over?" I had to tell Karen, "I'm expecting some company."

"Oh who?"

I snapped at her, "Your noisy aren't you?" I quickly explained that I would be a busy.

She asked, "What are you up too?" I told her about Mr. Ross from the A&P that he was stopping over for coffee. " Ruby we still need to talk. I want to know what you're up to."

"Can I tell you late, on right now I need to get dressed."

"Ok, talk to you late this afternoon, I'll stop over. Don't you dare get caught!"

"I'll do my best."

Waking back to the bedroom, I came up with a nutty idea for a lovely for something to wear on a spring morning. Opening my dresser draw I got out my white crotchless girdle. Stepping into it I pulled it up over my legs and in to place over my bum. Setting down on the edge of the bed and pulled on my black nylon stockings then slipped on my high heels and a low-cut sheer bra and my high heels.

I returned to the living room where I sat down with my coffee and waited for my guest to arrive. As I sat their I couldn't help wondering how many women with lovers couldn't let go and experience the pure power of animalistic sex, and a good screwing, I was not one of those kinds I always looked forward to a good screwing by a man and especially a black man when I could find one.

Ten thirty came and want and then I heard soft knocking at the back door, I had left the door open deliberately after Karen lift so Mr. Ross could just walk-in but like a gentleman he waited at the door for me to respond to his knocking.

I walked to the wide-open entryway, the full impact of me in my costume was over whelming to him, his mouth dropped, he had not anticipated my being dressed in such an unnerving captivating and a nonchalant manor. I had not planned on just these garments I had planned to put on a dress but had second thoughts.

I was five foot six inches tall. I didn't have what you could call an attractive face it was more plane Jane girl next-door kind with a big smile. I guess that's why I wondered what Mr. Ross even say in me. I did have a nice looking ass according to Karen and some fabulous forty-four-D tits. I had flaxen brown hair, and as Karen always told me beautiful passionate sexy bedroom green eyes, I weighed one hundred forty-two pounds. I had a bit of a start on a buddy belly.

I stepped out to expose myself before Mr. Ross eyes. As I stepped into the wide open backdoor my breasts must have seemed very appetizing to him, he just stood there eyeing me up and down. Ooo-wee, missy you is some good lookin' white women hoe, man o' live you sure is missy. I sure been thinkin' about slippin' you some meat. Mmmm mmmm, baby, baby."

Then we made full eye contact and grinned at each other. That was the start of over two glorious electrified hours of sexual pleasure, a rendezvous of two ceaseless wanton sexually starved glutinous devotee's of passionate animalistic sexual diversion who were about to become utterly disengaged from the reality of real life, our minds were about to go on recess.

Giving Mr. Ross another big sexy impish grin he handed me a dozen the roses he had picked up at a florist along way and said I brought along a jug of port wine, I hope that is ok with you?" I gave him and other smile and gave his hand a squeeze and said, "Of course so I love port wine." I didn't tell him the truth I had never tasted port wine before.

He put his arm around my shoulder, pulled me close to him and gave me an intense amorous wet hot kiss, afterwards he whispered in my ear, "I'm glad you told me, I've been looking forward this meeting for a long time over the phone." I looked up into his eyes and responded "I have, for fourteen years" That was the clincher, there was no turning back after that I was hooked I was beyond any point of return, I wanted him to screw to me."

I could feel Karen's eyes gawking out of her kitchen window to get a look at what was going on, I knew she was wondering what I was up to. What followed in the inevitable short time we spent together was the most incredibly fantastic sexual experience I had ever had in all my life.

I escorted Mr. Ross into the kitchen, then finding a vase I filled it with water, placed his gift of rose's in it and put it in on the table, then with my hands free I gave him a huge kiss and excused my self saying that I needed to take care of a problem. I want to the bath room where I got out my box of Encare suppository's, unwrapping one I slipped it up in to my vagina as deeply as I could, I was so surprised at how wet I had become from the anticipation of his coming over and his kiss.

Returning to the kitchen and to my waiting friend Mr. Ross I felt confident that I couldn't become pregnant now of course I didn't bother to mention what I had just done to protect myself to Mr. Ross, somehow that would have taken the excitement out of our having sex were things to get that far out of hand.

I saw at once that things were already out of hand the mount I walked back into the kitchen Mr. Ross had had already removed of his shirt, tie and under shirt, and was rubbing his manhood through his pants and had every intention of doing what he said to me at the back door, which was fine with me. I went to the back door, closed and locked it. The last thing I needed was for Karen to come barging in on us.

Then turning my full attention to my guest I said, "Mr. Ross I see you're all ready for me, can we have some wine first, I think we would be more comfortable in the living room, if you would carry the jug, I can manage two glasses and the your beautiful roses? I was overcome by the handsome Mr. Ross, six foot two or three inches tall, short curly black hair, huge hands and long fingers, broad strong shoulders and a strong handsome face and warm loving eyes.

Entering the living room I lacing the rose's on a coffee table then motioned to the love set and said "Mr. Ross would you like to set their." Then I sat down in a chair opposite form him and said "Mr. Ross would you be so kind as to pour us each a glass of wine?"

We made small talk in and effort to become better acquainted, and then Mr. Ross brought up the first of two more serious subjects. The first was his asking about condoms. "Missy are you one of them kind of women that required her man to wear a condom when you all having sex. I looked at him for a moment thought about what he had just said and ten replayed, "Why no Mr. Ross I feel that requiring a man to stop in the middle of such a hot impassioned, inflamed period during copulation absolutely spoil the natural way the good lord imagined a man and a women to have sex, why do you ask me that?"

"Just wondering what your feelings were about it is all."

The second question took Mr. Ross a few more minutes to ask. He had to beat around the bush a bit before he could get to the real question. First he had to talk about the awful risk black men took if they were caught doing anything with a white women, "Missy Ruby do you know what would happen to me if I was to be found out being with you here today, some white guy would string me up by my nut's and cut them off. That's what! And you mostly likely would get tarred and feathered! That's just how risky it is for the two of us, should we be caught."

I asked, "Why are you telling me this Mr. Ross I'm fully aware of the danger we could face, my husband would devoice me for sure?"

"Missy Ruby I just don't want for you to get hurt that's all."

"Mr. Ross" I said, "are you sure that's all, are you keeping something from me that I should know about?"

Then he said "Misses I know some safe places were we could meet and not run that risk?" He replied "Yesum missy ah sure does."

"Where," I asked.

"Out in the country there is a bar some of us meet up with white women who like being around black men for fun,"

"Really now your kidding me Mr. Ross."

"Oh no Misses they go to drink, play cards dance and once in a while one of the black or white women stand up on the bar and do us men a striptease dance."

I giggled and said, "You know Mr. Ross that sounds like a lot of fun to me."

"Yesum Missy it sure is a fine way ta spend and evening."

"Mr. Ross may I ask you and embarrassing question?"

"Yesum. What if your date wants to have more fun?"

"Missy you mean between the sheet's?" I blushed, giggled and answered, "Yes."

"The black women who own the place let us take our women folk back in to her three extra bedrooms or down to the basement. She fixed up so we could have that kind of fun."

"Oh I see." We had finished our third glass of wine, Mr. Ross was in the process of poured a fourth for us, then without saying a word he spread his legs and patted a knee smiled at me as if he were giving me a singling me to come set on his lap.

I was slowly discovering that Mr. Ross had a rather smooth arrogance about him that was too much for me to resist. He had so taken me by surprised when he kissed me the way he did right after he walked in the back door.

Standing up I set my glass down on the coffee table, as I was setting down my glass he stood up and took me in his arms and kissed me, it was a long hard passionate drawn out kiss, my arms were locked around his neck, his finger's were fumbling with the hook's of my bra hooks, being successful he slipped the strips down my arms and let my bra fall to the floor then he pushed me down onto the love set, and kissed me fully on the mouth again as he fondled with both my boobies, weighing them in his hands so to speak.

I melted under his insistent kiss that was the irreversible signal to him that he had my permission to take full advantage of me. I was powerless to turn back as he worked to release the garters of my girdle form the tops of my nylon stockings. By the time that he kissed me the third or forth time he was frantically squeezing and pulling on my nipples, making me squirm on the love set and miss up the love set cushion with my love-juice.

Then he stood up and moved right in front of me his with his pecker bulging out of his trousers, just a few inches form my face. Then he bent over and started kissing me again on the neck and shoulders this time bring on, goose bumps all over me, and sending shivers of delight through out my entire body.

As we kissed he put slid down and started to fondle my breast, squeezing them again first one nipple then the other, and then kissing them and at last sliding his hand down to my legs where he managed to work on to my private parts. I let go with a huge female ejaculation followed by an obscenity I had just soaked the love set cushion while he was rubbing my g spot. I let out a moan and told him, Oh Mr. Ross, "Oh does that ever feel good, what you're doing to me."

He keep it up for some time, and just that excitement that he caused through out my entire body got me off for the first time, I said to him, "Please Mr. Ross can you stop for a minute, I needed some time to recover from my last orgasm, please I'm not accustomed to orgasms like that?"

He ordered me to stand up.

"Why?" I asked.

"So I can pull your damn fuckin' girdle off you white slutty ass Miss Ruby that's why it's in the way."

I stood up, he hooked his fingers under the waste band and pushed down on the girdle, forcing it down over my legs and to my angle's, I stepped out of it and gave it a kick out of the way. Then he told me to set down, handed me my drink.

I asked Mr. Ross, "Would it be all right with you if we dispensed with the formulates of using second names and would you please just call me Ruby and may I call you Mr. Ross out of respect for the fact that I would like you to dominated me be my master?"

It took a second for what I had just said to sink in, then he looked at me and said, "you what me to find other black guys to screw you while I watch?"

I looked at him and said, "No that's not what I had in mind but while were on the subject would you like doing that?" He looked at me, "Do you want money for doing it?"

"I never thought about that," I said bewildered.

Miss Ruby you sure you know what you saying, cause I know ten or twelve black men that love to fuck your ass good, real good."

"You do?"

"Oh yeses Missy I sure do, real good, and they would like to have a good peace of beautiful white meat with big milk jugs like you got to fuck with Miss Ruby. Stand up you fuckin' little white bitch, your nothin' but a whore, a little trollop, turn around with your back to me."

As I did he gave me a real hard smack on my bottom with his hand, "Ooh," I cry out, "What was that for?" Tear's started to roll out of my eyes.

He answered, "Just so you know who your boss would be Miss. Ruby, just so you know who would be in charge, do you still want to be a fuckin' white whore?"

"I don't know."

My bottom really stung from the smack he laid on, I was sure it lift a good impression.

We sat there for a minute and then I ask him, "How did you ever get my name and address and phone number?" Oh that was simple I was working the customer service counter on morning when you cam in, you had on a white dress and as you came through the front door of the store the morning light shown through that dress you had on and from what I could tell you didn't have any panties on."

"Yes I just wear g-stings I don't like wearing panties."

"Oh that s good baby I just as soon you don't wear them."

It was embarrassing to revealed that about myself. I never had any idea a guy might be looking at my skirt in that way.

"Oh yes baby," he said "Several of us have seen your good looking body and look at them tight skirts you wear and we comment about their being no panty lines, or nylon stocking on your legs, and the way you kind of wiggle as you walk and the way your breast bounce, do you wear a bra?"

"Well how did you ever think that I'd let you come over?"

"Easy, you always seem to go out of your way to find me and initiate a conversation with me."

"Oh it was that apparent?"

"Sure was baby, It sure was." "Do other guys know you called me?"

"Yeah, two other fellows I work with, they would like to meet you as well."

"Oh no, your kidding, you mean it?"

"Sure do Miss Ruby!"

"Oh Wow! Can you bring him over some time or could we go out to that place in the country you were telling me about?" "I think that could be arranged."

"Oh yes, I have envisioned what it might be like to have two guys take me at once, I think it would be an overwhelming sexual experience."

"You wont be telling your hubby soon?"

"Oh I don't dare tell him, he would divorce me in a minute, and I would be out of her on my back side." "Oh you won't say anything well you?"

"You kidding lady I'm married to."

"Miss Ruby like we already talked we is playing with fire you being a white women and me being a black man and you wanting to fuck."

"Then why did you call me if you're married?"

"Do you want the truth sweetie?"

"Yes" I replied slowly.

"Baby you just came on to me like you wanted something special, you came on as if you would've been a real easy to fuck and sense my wife don't like sex all that much I just thought why not, you is one hell of a good lookin' white women. Nothing ventured nothing gained, so here I am, with you setting on my lap and were drinking wine while I have been playing with your tits and pussy and your about to set on my real hard dick that you been toying with for the past twenty minutes through my trousers."

God all at once I realized that he was telling the truth about me, I was a fuckin' white wantonly willing whore, I wanted to feel his prick inside my body.

Mr. Ross started to run his fingers up and down my back real slow and the up and down the sides of my body. "Oh that tickles," I said, and then he barred his teeth into the side of my neck and started to suck. I started to squirm and squeal like a little kid it was wild, all the sudden his hand found my clit again and want to work on it with his long index finger, rubbing it hard, it felt so good! Ohhhh, wow, I was panting and trying to catch my breath, I squealed with delight oh, it's good, I felt like a young women again. I would always tell Jake, "Oh, not so rough it hurts!" I was letting Mr. Ross get away with being rough with my parts as his fingered me.

In no time I felt like I was going to climb the walls I started to orgasm I could feel the heat building up in my breast and cheat area. I loved it. I was still setting on his lap when he pushed me off on to the love set and he stood up in front of me. I was so fascinated by the by the unknown lump in his pants. I slowly zipped his fly to releasing a very impressive thick black purple veined pecker. It sprang out and unfurled before my eyes I groaned and wondered how I was going to manage all that up to the hilt, it wasn't that he was so long maybe seven or eight inches at best but his thickness was monstrous, he had to be at least two inches thick if not more. "Stand up Miss White Ass!"

Standing up he promptly he whacked my bottom and then picked me up in his big strong arms and said, "Where is the bed Miss Ruby?"

I told him where to go, but when we got into the bed room he put me down on the bed and said, "Spread your legs wide and get them up in to the air you hot little fuckin' whore,"

I did as he commanded of me with out question.

In a flash he was down on his knees his head between my legs, in a instant I felt his hot breath and him slobbering over my private parts his fingers pinching my nipples, or creeping up and down my slit and his huge index finger penetrating my wet sex hole.

I would very quickly find out if I was able to accommodate his cock. He pulled back my labia like butterfly wings, and commented, "Oh baby you have some real juicy red meat to suck on, I know the guy's will love to see this!"

That made me squirm. It was crude the way his tongue poked and pondered my clit, his hot panting breath on my venerable inner flesh made me close my eyes it caused me to groaned and muttered dirty words like fuck, cunt and clit, and sex hole under my breath. As he slobbered over my off-limits body parts or (so I'd always thought), he continued to squeeze my nipples and grasp my ass checks. Oh man did I ever want to feel his hot pecker inside of me. I grinned at him as I looked down at him between my leg's sucking my sex hole and said, "It's ok you can fuck me."

"You sure baby?"

"Oh yes, yes you can I'm real sure that I'm ready for it." I yelled at him, "We don't need any fucking condom?"

Mr. Ross was breathing hard, "No, I told you no we don't!"

I yelled in a desperate sounding voice, "Fuck me you dirty bastard fuck me hard, do it, you don't need to worry about your load, just do it!" I still hadn't told him that I used protection that would have taken the thrill out of it for me, somehow maybe for him when he screwed me if we felt we had to worry about condom or about me becoming pregnant.

I started to groan as he began to wriggle his pecker up against my labia and stared pushing it in to my sex hole. I bit my lower lip and flinched as he eased the walls of my vagina apart, that's when I sunk my fingernails into his back and let out a load squeal of enthrallment over what he was doing do me.

I voluntarily widened my legs a much as I could and then felt him slip into me completely I started to pant as he started to bring me to my second orgasm and the next, never heeding to my request for a second of rest after each one saturated me in sexual pleasures set in motion free and releasing me from sexual bondage and irritation that I had so long tolerated because of my husband and a marriage that had much to desire."

He whacked my bottom again and again as he fucked me, "Never call me a bastard again you fucking no good tramp, understand?" I became very vulgar and started to scream obscenities at him like a truck driver, all the while feeling the banging of his big hard balls banging off my ass and one or two off his finger working up inside my ass hole as he keep a firm hold of my ass cheeks holding them wide apart.

I was in ecstasy, abandon to the world around me as he kissed and sucked on my neck, alternately squeezed and kissed and sucked my nipples. I could feel his penetration in to me their was so much pressure I felt, it felt as if he were hitting on the mouth of my womb. I dig my nails in to his back even more as I hung on and kissed his neck.

I don't know what made me think of it or what made me react to my thought, but I started to beg him to pull it out before he shot his load in to me so I wouldn't get pregnant, I told him that I'd lied to him that I could get pregnant. He said he would, that when he got real aggressive and called me an, "Unadulterated fuckin' bitch whore," that if he knocked me up, "It's your own damn fuckin' responsibility."

"I ask you bitch, I ask if we needed a condom." He was breathing so hard he could barely get out the words. I loved it I had never been talked to like I was a tramp before; it inflamed my passions for Mr. Ross and made want him all the more... Mr. Ross started to grunt and grown and said "OH shit baby I cant hold it much longer."

I yelled at him, "Oh God your going to fuck me pregnant aren't you, aren't you?"

"I guess so sweet heart I ant goin' pull it out for no reason." His hips thirsted forward even harder like a jackhammer; he drove his cock in to me for the last few times. He slammed forward, bringing an endless squeal of pleasure from me, then he began to pump his cock into me like it was a jackhammer and he started to grunt loudly.

"Oh...owwww...oh, NO! I can't hold it much more you dirty fuckin' Swedish little whore of mine!" Grunting just as lewdly, I yelled out, "You dirty black bastard I love it, don't stop! Don't...stop ...don't stop! You're so big ... oh, God, you're so nice and big I love it! God do you make me feel so good, oh so good baby! Oh, please don't stop! Make me pregnant I don't care any more; just make me fucking pregnant, please!

Never in my life had I ever had sex like that.

But before she could even say anything, "Ohhhh, it feel's so good!" I crossed my legs over his humping black butt. His thick cock head twitched inside me, driving me out of her mind. The sensations between my thighs, caused by the jackhammer fucking was getting me off and my body betrayed me. "Oh, God" We could hardly get our words out we were both gasping now trying hard to catch our breath ohhhhh, you fuckin' white whore, ...ohhhhh...ohhhhhh, ...ohhhh, you're so big Mr. Ross!"

I groaned then screamed out Arrgghh! My legs still wrapped tightly around his black humping ass. A mind-shattering orgasm shook me to the core as and I soared to heights like I had never before reached it was over. For ten maybe fifteen seconds I felt his spunk pumping in to my womb as his balls banged off my ass and convulsed, while he grunted and use indecent names that some how I managed to feel were not only out of the heat of passion but maybe just a little bit of love a little bit f truth about what I had just become. My arms locked my around his neck as he want off and I was biting on his neck.

"God that was good Miss Ruby that was so good." he told me as he rolled of me and slumped down exhausted beside me. "You are one exceptional white women to fuck, you should be a fuckin' prostitute. Miss Ruby you got one magnificent hell of a good lookin' ass and the most pleasing sex juice I ever sucked out of a women's snatch. Yesum you is just a might fine women Miss Ruby, you is a lot better than I thought you'd be for a white gal."

I grinned at him and said, "Well thank you, do you really mean that?"

"I sure do Miss Ruby you can bet your sweet ass on that."

"We need to do this again real soon?"

I responded, "I think your right Mr. Ross."

He got up off the bed and got dressed then he said, "I hate to leave you, it was a great time."

I said "Yes it as been." Then I made a mistake, I was going to ask him if he would take time for a cup of coffee before he lift but I forgot to call him Mr. Ross, He rolled me over on the bed and whacked my bottom a couple good ones and then said, "Don't you ever forget that Mr. Ross."

Then I ask him in the proper way " He agreed, and for more than forty minutes we became even better acquainted. He ask me the time and I looked at the clock and said one-thirty Mr. Ross, then he told me that he had to leave. "Oh do you have to leave me now? I asked. "Maybe next time we'd be more comfortable in my living room in front of the fireplace."

"Guess that would be fine with me Miss Ruby." Then he ask me a question over, Miss Ruby you going to let me pimp for you and bring you black gusto have fun with?" I looked down at the floor for a minute then up at him and said, "I believe so Mr. Ross, I believe I like that idea a lot."

He kissed me for a long-time and then said bye and want out the door.

I turned and want in to my bedroom to get a robe, I reached down to feel my privates, my clit was still swollen and sensitive and oozing out some of his spunk, I so wished we could have kissed and talked a little longer after but he had to go.

I want back to the living room and poured my self another glass of wine; I sat and savored the pleasure of the morning. I noticed the spot that I had made on the love set and made a mental note that I had to clean it before Jake got home that evening, then I want to the bath room to clean up, I could smell myself. My douche was still hanging their so I refilled it, added some wine vinegar to the water then I stood in the bath tube again and let the contents of the bag slowly run in to my soaking wet sex hole, My thought's had turned to what I had told Mr. Ross, that I would become his whore.

When I thought I heard the back door open I ignored it because my douche was still running. After finishing I sat down on the toilet with the rest of my drink I guess I still needed a monument to think over what I had just done and told Mr. Ross.

I started to wash up and then I did hear voices someone talking in the kitchen. Oh God was that Karen I had forgotten to lock the door after Mr. Ross lift me.

"Did he give that white bitch some black meat?"

I ignored it for a minute more as I washed between my legs and under my arms, I thought it was my imagination I was just a little more than a fuzz in the head from the port wine Mr. Ross and I devoured, we gulped down almost half of a gallon jug of wine, I just wanted to wash up I could smelled the sex of my skin, Jake wouldn't smell a man.

It got noisy, "Hey bitch where the hell is Mr. Ross we're suppose to meet him here?"

I dried off under my arms and ran into the bedroom to get my housecoat, pulling it on, I zipped it up and slipped back into the high heels then headed for the kitchen.

I didn't want to appear as if I had just got out of bed even though Mr. Ross had done a good job of messing my hair, I walked into the kitchen. "Oh wow what a hokey you is baby, no wonder old man Ross wanted you so bad. I couldn't help but feel all Mr. Ross huge purple veined thickness in me still.

"What do you guys want? Are you the two that work with Mr. Ross?"

"Oh listen to the little white lady the old man got you disciplined right all ready don't he?"

"I don't know what you mean."

They started to get excited their breathing started getting fast their eyes grew big. They just stood their looking at me. I started getting scared, "What do you want?" I said with a quavering lower lip. "You have to leave right now!" I said it all in one scared breath.

"Oh no, not so fast baby the old man was her with you wasn't he?"

"Yes," I said.

"You and him had sex, or is that your cologne I smell?"

"No he was here, he lift about thirty minutes ago." I was really buzzing from the wine and the fantastic fucking I'd just had.

It was really a phenomenal feeling. I had never been fucked like that before could still feel his spunk shooting into my sex hole; it was so splendid an encounter. Something so unique so splendid, I was not going to forget soon.

Now it seemed I had a new kind of problem to deal with. I told them, "You cant be in here you have to leave now, please go."

One of the guys I got out of the door then I tried to get the other guy to go, he grabbed me by my arms at my elbows pushing them together so that my breast moved forward my shoulders want back wards.

Then he said, "Robert get your damn ass back in here we got ourselves a fuckin' hot white slut to fuck!"

Robert came back in and said, "You sure Leon?"

"You bet man unzip her dress. Lets have a look see at them tits of hers. I think we got ourselves a nice little white whore to fuck, a white gal who likes to be fucked buy black dicks, that's if she don't want us to tell her no account husband."

"Oh god no I yelled, I'll do what ever you want, please don't tell Jake please!" I begged.

Leon the guy holding my arms back took of his belt and tied my wrist, then Robert pulled off his belt handed it to Leon and he wrapped it around my elbows and tighten it tell I felt my shoulders being pulling way back, once again as my chest were being pushed out.

"See what she look like Robert, take her dress pull it off her shoulders."

"Oh you are a fuckin' little bitch you got no undies on, how bout that Leon, how about that."

Leon got around in front of me and peered at me, at my breast, then he said. "Oh baby you got some real nice lookin' jug's you sure do, don't she Robert?"

"Oh yeah she do they look like real good milkers to me."

Then Robert reached forward and with his thumbs and forefinger took hold of my nipples and started to roll them and pinch hard. I let out a little yell, "That hurts, please not so hard."

"Lets go to your bedroom bitch, move lets go!"

I lead them to my bedroom where they pushed down on to my bed, Leon asked, "Where do you keep your nylons baby?"

"In my middle dresser draw," I answered with a shaky voice.

He got in my draw and pulled out several par of my stockings. Then my wrists were freed just long enough for them to tie them with my stockings, next my wrist were tied to the corners of my beds headboard. Grabbing hold of my legs I was kicking and trying to keep them off of me, they got hold of my angles and with several stockings tied together, pulled my legs up in the air high as possible then tied the loose ends of the stocking to the corners of the head board.

Oh God, I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so defenseless, so damn powerless to protect myself. They were standing in front of the bed so I had to watch them pulling off they're pants and under shorts, their cocks were already erect, that's when Robert who had the bigger pecker of the two of them said, "Lets get a gag around that mouth of hers so she can't howl like a stuck pig when we fuck her."

"Oh please I promise I won't do that I won't, I won't yell, please."

But my pleading want in vane Leon started to tie a stocking around my face and over my mouth. Then Leon piped up and said, "Hey man if we do that she can't suck my deck, we'll use my deck to keep her mouth quiet."

Robert agreed and pulled the gag off. Leon knelt on the bed next to my face and took hold of my hair and said, "Open wide baby I got some good stuff for you."

I've never had my husband's penis in my mouth let alone a black guy's. He started to shove it into my mouth further and further till I started gagging.

"Suck it bitch, suck it or choke!" he yelled.

So I started sucking. I felt Robert between my legs his mouth slobbering all over me, sucking on my privates and shoving his finger up into my ass hole. Then it started Robert got up and picked up his pants off the floor, digging into one of his pockets he pulled out a switch blade knife and flipped it open, all at once my mood changed for maybe starting to liking the idea of being raped, to one of absolute utter fear.

Horrifying thoughts flashed though my mind, tears began to roll from my eyes and down my cheeks. Somehow I gathered enough courage to ask in a trembling voice choke up by my fear, "What is that for?"

Leon looked at me and asked, "Baby if I cut you loose can you be a good little whore and let us have some fun with us like you did the old man?" A huge sense of relief came over me and I shook my head yes, and found myself grinning at Leon, it was such a relief to know I wasn't going to be killed of cut up.

Leon had the smaller penis, but he had a fast pace. I couldn't believe it, All at once I was sucking his penis like it was and ice cream bar and being fucked by Robert at the same time. I started getting dizzy and started gagging. That's when Leon said "Robert let the bitch get on top of you." Leon was huge I thought Mr. Ross had a big penis, but this one was huge! It must have been all of 11 inches long and just as thick if not thicker. I tried to get up but was pushed back down.

I was yelling "NO! I can't, your not serious about putting that in me are you?" I was scared I had no idea what so ever that a man's manhood could be that big. I was truly scared yet I wanted to feel this huge penis in me. Leon told me to get on top of him and squirt down over his dick. He licked his hand and rubbed his slaver all over his penis. He pressed his big black penis against my pink pussy lips as I squatted over him, then told me to lower myself on to, I started to wiggle myself down on to him so I was getting him inserted into my sex hole, I felt a sharp pain, "Oh, wow that hurt's!" I gnashed my teeth taking the pain and started gasping for breaths of air.

Leon look ed right at me and grinned, he knew it was hurting me, I yelled from the pain again, I thought it was all in me then I looked down between my legs to find it had only gone in a few inches in. He looked at me and said, "Here it comes baby, ready or not!"

Then he humped off the bed and shoved some more of it in me, at the same time ordering me to set up straight and lower myself so that my mound of pubic hair was mixing with his. I did and that did it, I thought his pecker would split me apart. It really hurt! That's when Robert got on the bed in back of me and told Leon, "Pull her ass cheeks wide as you can Leon."

I felt his big hands pulling me open exposing my bum to Robert. One of Roberts hand's was on my back his fingers slowly moving up and down my spine in the other hand he was holding his cock and was rubbing it's head up and down my rear end, then it happened with out warning he grabbed hold of both side of ass cheek's and shoved his cock in to my ass hole. I started crying, tears rolled down my face, he started pumping faster and faster. After a minute or so, the pain started to reside, it started feeling pretty good. He was jamming me with all he had!

Then all the sudden it was over I could feel his hot spunk feel my rectum. After he finished he rolled over on to the bed and said, "Oh, Oh baby you are such a good fuckin' little whore, did you know that?"

I never gave him and answer. Leon rolled me over and now was on top of me again, I knew what I was in for. I begged him to pull his cock out before he came, I told him that I could still young enough to get pregnant and that I didn't want to get pregnant!

This time I wasn't fooling when I said it, When I had gone into the bath room after being with Mr. Ross and gave myself the douche I flushed out the Encare protection I had slipped into myself sex hole before Mr. Ross and I had sex. Leon said Ok bitch I understand you don't need to write a book."

He started to pump his cock in to me I started to scream obscenities at him and he at me all the while Robert was sucking and pinching my nipples.

After about 30 minutes and 4 or 5 maybe more orgasms, he was still going at it! I couldn't believe he would go for so long. Then his pace started to pick up and he started breathing faster and faster. I knew he was close, I was biting his neck, and pleading with him to pull it out in time. He was holding the cheeks of my tush apart, one finger shoved up inside my ass hole, I was bucking off the bed like a wild women then. I felt Leon's back arch and his hips thrust forward with such a force then all of a sudden he slammed all of his penis into me and started spunking. It triggered another orgasm in me, I felt his hot spunk wash me, he was hold me with my legs up high over his shoulders so that I got the full load of his spunk right up in my womb as his balls pumped and his prick convulsed delivering it's load.

I was able to feel for ten delicious seconds his spunk pumping into my womb while he grunted and leaned forward and bit me on the neck a good one and called me a filthy no good tramp white women. When he finally stopped he pulled out his penis out, his spunk started to oozed out of my pussy. "God that was good," your one hell of a good fuckin' tramp whore!" He slumped down exhausted next to me. I just laid there and didn't know what to say to him.

I snuggled up beside him and he gave me a squeeze and ran his finger around my clittly that made me hump my ass almost of the bed and in to the air I was still so sensitive, yelled "ooooooooooo don't, I cant take anymore." Then I said "You promised me you wouldn't spunk me up you dirty black bastard." He gave my ass a real hard whack, and said don't you never call me that again baby you understand?"

The way I rubbed my legs against him gave me away, I was trying with out say so to tell him that I loved his raping me. Then he started rubbing my nipples and kissing me, Leon knew I would soon need to see more of him. They both pulled up the pants and walked out the back door, leaving me on the bed exhausted yet so very excited.

I head Karen yelling at the backdoor I put both the guys out of my mind, I didn't want to talk about it. I walked in to the kitchen, Karen had seen me naked before, sense we were bi-sexual lovers. What the hell goes on with you letting a black guy fuck in the middle of the day?" Before I could answer she said. "You look like a mess, did you know your breast have black and blue marks on them, you got teeth marks on your neck and theirs two hickey's on the side of your neck, what the hell have you been doing anyway with that guy? "He wants me to be his whore, he want to be my pimp. Then Karen saw the money on the table, "Where did this come from, sixty dollars did he give you that?"

I guess he did, then I explained about hearing what I thought was the door just before she came in. "I guess he had such good time he felt a tip was called for! I must smell let me take quick shower and then I'll take you to lunch"

"Liz ever sense BJ sex twenty years ago how many other black guy's have you been with?" Karen I said no one till today but I assure you I want to be with a lot more."

"How about you?" I've been seeing all kinds of black's."

"You have?"

"Yes did you know there is a places out in the country were we can find you all kinds of black guys looking for white women."

Then I said, "Let me think it over." My own originally reluctance to Mr. Ross coming over showed me off to be nothing more than a cock-hungry slut. Mr. Ross was now satisfied he knew that my heart may have belong to Jake and that I would try to be a faithful, loving wife to him. But he also knew that my pussy would forever be his whenever he summoned me to drop my panties for him or one of the black guys he brought sent to se me. I was most sure that delighted him to no end.

"It was beautiful, Mr. Ross was so wonderful! It was just what I needed. It was the right for me to do any inhibitions had want out the window. Mr. Ross he became a regular lover, He arranged for over fifteen of the black guy's to visit me of meet at the country bar.

I was doing it because I felt good about being with Mr. Ross, it was exciting and I enjoyed the sexual relationship we had. So yes in deed it was it was the right thing for Mr. Ross to do, fuck me. He knew that my body and my thoughts had betrayed me and my real need's, My initial reluctance to allow him to come over was all wrong, I allowed myself to become a cock-hungry slut.

Mr. Ross was satisfied knowing that my heart may have belonged to Jake and that I may try to being a faithful only because of our kid's but he also knew that my pussy would forever be his whenever he whistled for me to pull off her panties for him, I'm most sure that delighted. him to no end as much as it did me.

I now had to deal with another problem. A few weeks after I was ravaged I realized that I had been knocked up. I told Karen about Robert and Leon and the whole story. "I had to talk to someone Karen, I am 41 year's old white women who just want back to work after raising Jake's and my two children. I had to tell that I was now 4 months pregnant, my girdle was giving up the fight to hold back the bulge in my belly, besides that it was Leon's black bastard that I was transporting around, I didn't know how to tell Jake the bastard in my belly was not his."

Mr. Ross and I did get together a few times after in the back set of his old Dodge station wagon and at my home. I could guarantee him with out any reservation that he didn't need to bring along or even wear a condom again. When he asked her why I told him that I was pregnant.

That's the end of this story.

What happened with the baby your asking I'll tell. It was five mouths of anguish and suffering for me. I never told Jake what had happened or how I had gotten pregnant by Leon, all I knew was that some how I had to give the baby up for adoption with out Jake find out what I had done. Over those last five mouths Karen and I came up with a plan we felt would work.

It was in May of 1952 that my water broke we had go for a ride that day and were forty-three miles from town. The guys had lift for their two-week fishing opener, and my care was lift in Karen's hands. By the time Karen made it to the medical center I was in hard labor and I felt sure that Karen was going to deliver my baby in the car. We made just in time we got her in to the emergency room and a doctor on duty made the delivery.

After it was over Karen was up to the nursery and ask to see the baby. The nurse held up the baby She was ready to see a black child held up. The nurse said to her she has red hair. She ran down to find me. She bent over and said, "Ruby you have a little girl she has red hair and a snow white skin."

"Karen you're joking with me."

"No sweet heart she is white" I took my little girl room two days later and was so happy with being able to breast feed her, so was Karen and a couple a black guy Mr. Ross. They both got to suck on my breast.

You may be wondering why or how I got hooked on black men to the point of becoming a slave to it and a black man's whore Let me try to explain in a nut shell. First I found that black guys seem to fuck a me harder and faster with out spunking me up.

Second as they fucked me fast and hard I discovered that they could go for hour to and hour and a half before spanking, their by giving me a lot more time to have many more orgasms, those hard intense kind that can seen you up the wall and completely exhausted.

Last I have been with some black guy's over the years that have had the mastery of sex down to a point of being able to spunk me up two and three times before they finished. Now you know why I preferred black men to white men and why I became a slave and whore of Mr. Ross. I'm not ashamed to admit it but I have been to bed with over eight-five or more different black gentlemen some of them more than two or three time's after I had my baby in 1952.

Hope you ladies enjoy black sex as much as I did and still do. Please tell me about your experiences. It was three yeas later, Karen's Bill and my Jake want on a week end fishing trip, they came home early and found Karen and I in a most compromising position of missionary using our double ended dildo. We were both told that we had a week to get out.

Divorce papers were served. Karen and I found a nice two-bedroom apartment and moved in with my last born and youngest daughter Grace. That is when we rededicated our love for one other and took up a lesbian life style. No more black men no more white men just Karen, me and other women.