"Oh, baby, you are so good at this. Just think about taking me in your pussy. You can't imagine how good I can make you feel."
She took him as deep as she could and began slathering his cock with her saliva. She held his cock in one hand and sucked him with all she could muster. Damon started to moan and she realized that he was about to cum. She pulled her dress and bra off and pointed his cock to her naked breasts. He soon blasted streams of cum all over her face and breasts. It ran off her cheeks and chin. It coated her pretty breasts.
"Oh, yes, yes, Damon. Anything you say. My pussy is so wet. I want to have you."
He pulled his overall up as she was putting back her clothes. She didn't bother to clean the cum, just rubbed it into her skin. She had to hurry back but she wanted to have his cum on her all day. She was that hot for his cock. She wanted her husband to notice the cum stains on her face. She thought about her schedule that week.
"I can get away Tuesday morning. Neil is going to the college with another pastor. I can have the car. How can we meet?"
"Okay. I am going to draw you a map. You drive around to the black church and take the dirt road west about five miles. I will park my truck by the road near the little slough there. Pick me up. If anyone catches us, we can say I had trouble with my truck. But no one will catch us. It is so far back in the woods and belongs to one of Nick's uncles. No one will have any reason to be there. Nick will set it up so no one bothers us."
He quickly drew the map. It was rather simple being that there was only one road going in that direction at the other church. He gave her the map and kissed her on the lips. It was the first time anyone other than Neil had kissed her. She was flustered. She quickly took the map and scurried up the bank, making sure no cars were coming before she approached the road.
Lena was nervous and seemed unsettled even to Neil. He asked about this and she passed it off as nothing. He seemed to lose interest after she rebuffed his comment. He reminded her on Monday night that he was riding with a fellow pastor to the college the following day. She replied that it would give her a chance to go to the grocery store. She had to drive a ways to get to the larger grocery. They would pick up some incidentals at a local country store but meat and staples were cheaper at the big store.
She had trouble sleeping that night. She talked herself out of the rendezvous several times while she lay awake. Each time, she thought of Damon's shiny black cock that she loved to suck. She also thought about how he might not be able to get that big black thing into her tight pussy. That made her pussy gush and want it even more. In the wee hours, she finally sank into a fitful sleep. She was still sleeping when Neil got up. When she heard him rustling about, she awoke and went to fix his breakfast. Luckily, Neil was absorbed in his own thoughts as usual. This made her long for sexual fulfillment even more.
After he left with his friend, Lena took a bath and dabbed perfume behind her ears and just for good measure, she dabbed a drop above her pussy. She had somewhat light pubic hair. Shaving pubic hair was not anything done in the 1950's but with her fine growth, it didn't look unruly. The rest of her body was soft and almost lily white. She had the perfect peaches and cream complexion and beautiful breasts. She had already been naked in Damon's presence. His erection seemed to throb when he saw her naked.
The nervousness gave way to excitement as she got ready to leave. She already had a stock of groceries just in case Neil noticed later on. He paid little attention to such mundane things believing he had a higher calling. As his stature in the community rose, he seemed to pay less attention to Lena. He was a self-centered narcissist who only thought of his wife as a possession. Her affair with Damon, however, had nothing to do with that. It was not a protest against her husband. She was actually a generation ahead of her time. Only later, the sexual revolution would catch up to women. Lena hardly cared about the revolution. She was just mesmerized by Damon's huge black cock.
Lena drove around to the intersection and took the road into the black community. She noticed some pickups parked at the new black church which was being slowly constructed. Donations had slowed down once the newness of the concept had worn off. In truth, some of the white church members of Neil's church resented the unending call for more donations.
She didn't slow down at the church. She turned on the one dirt road leading to her damnation. The longer she drove, the more her hands shook. Could she back out? She thought about it. She even asked God for a sign. Yet, she drove on. Up ahead, as planned, Damon was standing behind his pickup. She stopped and Damon went around to the driver's side as Lena manually rolled down the window.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, could you give me a ride? My truck broke down."
She slipped easily into her role. "What seems to be the problem, Sir?"
"Don't know, Ma'am, but if you could take me to the end of the road, I can call my cousin to come get me."
She liked the role play. Damon seemed so comfortable acting out the scene of a stranded motorist. He went to the other side of the car and got in.
"Baby," He said, "Take a quick left behind that bush. You can hardly see the trail from here. It is safe but just drive slowly. She carefully turned into the trail which barely had tire tracks. Grass was still growing all over the trail so it appeared that it was little used. She saw a slight bend in the trail which opened up to a rustic cabin. It was better than a shack, but not much. They got out of the car. Damon held her hand as he opened the door. Once inside, he locked the door. He didn't expect anyone however it gave Lena a sense of security.
Once inside, Damon dropped his overall and stepped out of it. There was a small table in the middle of the room with two straight chairs. Against the back wall was a metal framed bed which had a nice bedspread on it. Apparently, the white women who came there to meet well-endowed black men kept the bed with fresh linens for the next couple to use it. Damon sat on one of the straight chairs and removed his lace-ups. He then approached her and began to unbutton her print dress. She raised her arms and let him pull it over her head. She kicked off the two inch heels she was wearing and reached around to unclasp her bra.
Naked above the waist, she asked him if he had brought the protection she required. He went over to the overall and pulled a shiny packet from the pocket. Inside was a pack of three condoms. She had never seen one and was indeed curious about them. Damon approached her and began to rub her pussy through her white panties. She was flushed and wet in her folds. She would hate herself on the drive back home but right then she was ready to experience a huge black cock. She walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back.
When she sat down, she saw Damon twist the condom wrapper and tear the top off. He discarded the foil wrapper and began to place the condom on the tip of his bulbous cock head. Slowly he rolled the rubber down the length of his massive penis. She watched in amazement as his cock grew even bigger. The condom was not quite large enough. In those days, they came in only one size. He approached her and inserted a finger into her dripping pussy. He noticed immediately how hot this woman was to be fucked by a black man. He would not need any additional lubrication. She moved back in the bed and he kneeled between her creamy white thighs. Her opening was dripping. He inched forward and placed the tip of the plum shaped head against her tight vaginal lips.
Slowly, he applied some pressure to her opening. The head met immediate resistance. God, this woman was like a virgin. Each quarter inch was difficult. With only the tip just past her opening, she shuddered and had her first vaginal orgasm. He pushed deeper. She cried out in pain. He only had about an inch into her pussy. He stopped and told her to relax.
"Breathe naturally, Baby. The German girls knew how to do it. Try to relax your hips and let me make you feel good."
She tried to relax. He moved another inch of black meat into her. She moaned. This time not from pain. He thought that was good. He pushed again and she screamed as she came again. God, this woman was a natural. He couldn't wait to sink his whole cock into her married white pussy. He began a slow movement back and forth. He slipped a little more in each time. She came for the third time as he plowed deeper into her fertile womb. He wished he didn't have to wear the condom. He would love to knock this preacher's wife up.
