A Baby for Elise - Sex Stories

A Baby for Elise

... everyone to know I was a slut. My hope was that I could stay with Don and maintain the appearance of respectability and be James's nasty little slut on the side. But, that wouldn't be fair to Don. I had it bad for black cock, and I knew it probably wouldn't end well. That Friday, in the hall at school, James walked by and grinned "I got 'em". My heart leapt while my stomach sank. I went out with Don on Friday and Saturday and sucked him off both nights because I felt guilty about my plans. But I barely got wet enough for his finger to go inside me. He sensed my lack of excitement and worried about it, but I assured him it was me and not him. My pussy was almost dripping all day Sunday, and I thought of nothing but James and his beautiful cock. Ever since James had come on me, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel him throb in my pussy as he filled a condom with his sweet goo. I got to the Co-op fifteen minutes early on Sunday night and I waited two hours for James, but he never showed. I cried myself to sl**p that night and found out the next day at school that James had been arrested for stealing a car in the city near our town. He didn't come back to school and I never saw him again, but I heard the judge let him avoid jail by joining the Army. I was as relieved as I was disappointed. As much as I craved James's body, I couldn't live with the shame of being a black man's fuck-slut. It was as if I had dodged a bullet and I vowed to make the most of this ...

... chance. I gave my virginity to Don a few months later. We broke up right after I graduated, and he never did learn to make me come. I avoided black men in college, knowing I had a weakness for them, and met the man who would become my husband my junior year at State. Josh had an average cock, but I had not met a man whose cock could compare to James's, and he lacked James's a****l sexuality, but he loved me and he worked hard to please me and I learned to come when he fingered or ate or fucked me. We married soon after we graduated. I had our first daughter when I was twenty-six, and the second four years later. My f****y life was satisfying and I locked my hunger for black cock away with my other youthful indiscretions and devoted myself to Josh and our daughters. If there was any regret in our lives, it was that we had not had a son. We tried for several years before the doctor told us my husband had a low sperm count, and we gave up hope of conceiving. We wanted a son, but we were relieved of the burden of birth control. I kept in contact with my circle of friends from high school. Christy went to State with me and Jennifer still lived in the same area we did, near the town where we grew up. We all kept in touch with Kathy, who married and moved away. We saw each other when we could but the demands of f****y life kept me from seeing my old friends as often as I would have liked. Then, last year, Jennifer, who is still single, suggested that the four of us go to Dallas for a ...