My real name is Elizabeth and this is my story. I got married at age seventeen to a twenty-two year old factory worker. It seemed that with his pay I would always have what I wanted. That sure wasn't true. I grew up in Pennsylvania and my honeymoon was at a theme park not far from home.
Then I found out that the nice car he was driving was from one of those pay by the week lots with a high interest rate. We had to turn it in to pay rent and bought a fucked up old Dodge. So, here I was, married just five weeks with a car that wouldn't even start. My husband was hitching a ride to work with a friend.
One of the guys from work said he thought it needed a new alternator because we couldn't keep the battery charged. This guy, a black kid they called Junior, said he could fix it. My husband, David, rode home with him so Junior could take a look at the problem. It was the alternator and Junior told David where he could buy a used one and Junior would put it on for twenty dollars.
That settled, Junior used jumper cables on our car and told David not to turn it off when he got to the salvage yard. That agreed, they were to meet back at our apartment in an hour.
I don't know what was appealing to me about Junior, but compared to David he was pretty clean cut. He turned down a beer when I offered and didn't smoke. I had seldom been around black people having grown up in a rural area. I liked his dark eyes and bright smile. Being a bit naughty I noticed he had a cock bigger than I had ever had from the snug fit of his jeans.
My sex experience had been all David the last three years as I started dating him when I was still fourteen and he was nineteen. My dad didn't like the age difference, but mom seemed fine with it saying I was always mature for my age.
I was mature. Wearing a bra when I was eleven when most girls got theirs when they were thirteen or older. By the time they were in bras I had lost my cherry to a cousin of mine when I was twelve during a family reunion at a lake. I fell in love with David when he asked me out and I fucked him half way through our first date. Since then it was just me and David.
After they both left I figured I had an hour to myself. Wondering about the size of Junior's cock I went back in the apartment with the intent of fingering myself to a nice orgasm. Just about the time I was going to cum on my fingers a knock came at the door.
"Holy motherfucker! Who the fuck could that be? I was almost there!"
Looking out the peep hole I could see Junior standing there. My heart leaped. It was Junior's cock I was thinking about when I was almost ready to cum. I opened the door.
"That was a fast hour."
"Oh, I know. I didn't have nothing to do so I thought I could come back here to wait. Maybe we could visit while we wait for David. If not, I can just sit out here."
I guess he noticed me checking him out and was curious about this married white cunt.
"Oh, that's fine. We can visit. My name is Elizabeth. You don't seem very old ... more my age."
"Well, I'm eighteen. Just graduated from high school. Been at the factory just a little while."
Junior kept giving me little short looks. Checking out my boobs and when I would turn around in my attempt to flirt a little I could catch him checking out my ass.
"I dropped out of school to get married. Not that I'm pregnant or anything. David didn't graduate either. Said the factory job was the work he liked."
"Sorry, I seem nervous. I don't talk to a lot of white girls. Not married ones anyway."
I could tell I was getting to him. His bulge was much bigger than it had been.
"Oh, married white girls aren't any different than the unmarried ones. Maybe a little more experienced in some ways."
"Yeah, I could imagine that. What with sleeping together and what not."
This were getting a little awkward and we both realized we were talking about sex indirectly.
"Well, listen. All this talking has left me a little thirsty. Why don't we wait inside for David to get back."
We went inside where I had some tea already made. Junior acted like he enjoyed it ... maybe just to hide the nervousness of being inside the apartment with a married white woman. It was going to be another 15 minutes before David got back with the alternator for the car.
"Junior, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Well, kind of ... but she's not nearly as hot as you. I'm sorry. I guess I said that wrong."
"No, not really. A girl loves a compliment every now and then. David kind of takes me for granted."
"Gosh, I don't see how he could do that."
"Sometimes he drinks too much and sometimes he goes out too much with his friends leaving me alone."
"Wow, Elizabeth. If I had a woman like you I sure wouldn't be going out unless it was to show you off to everyone we met."
"Why, Junior, how sweet."
"Sorry. I did mean to insult you or make myself sound stupid."
"No, that's alright. It was sweet."
I took a step towards him and halted. Getting stopped right before I could cum earlier had my cunt churning. Having a young black man my age in my kitchen made it more intense. Realizing he had a huge cock had me curious and hot. Knowing my husband would be back at any moment made it intense.
With almost a lunge I brushed at his lips with mine. We looked at each other for what seemed like forever. Then I moved against him and we started to kiss. Junior was taller than David. Tall and thin. David was more short and squat. It was a different kind of kiss with his big soft lips. Then our tongues met. I was eager to get his tongue in my mouth and my tongue in his.
Fuck, but it was heating up fast. I could feel his cock push against my belly through his jeans. My nipples were like rocks when he put his hands on my tits and started to feel them up. I reached down to feel his prick with my hand. All I could tell through his jeans that it was big. Much bigger than my husband's cock.
Gawd, what was I doing? I knew what I was doing. I was going to fuck this black stud if there was only time enough before David got back. I stepped back to take off my shirt and bra. The shirt my cheap fucking husband had bought for my eighteenth birthday just three days ago. That was it. A cheap fucking shirt. He spent more than that on beer for himself.
"Well, Happy Fucking Birthday, Darling," I muttered to myself. I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. Junior stared at my tits and bent down to kiss them and suck my nipples. Giving them little bites as he sucked. I thought I could cum just from that.
Junior peeled off his t-shirt and jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear. There hung the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was way bigger than my husband's and wasn't all the way hard. All shiny and black I wanted it in me so bad.
"Let's move over by the sink so we can see out the window. One of us has to watch for David."
"Fuck David!"
"No, fuck me. David's wife." I jerked down my shorts and little panties giving Junior his first view of my married white cunt.
We starting kissing again, with our tongues swirling. Junior's hand went right for my pussy. I opened my thighs to give him better access. I was trying to watch out the window for my husband. Junior got a finger inside me and I started to cum as he worked it all the way in. Oh, fuck. That felt so good. I flooded his finger and hand.
"Oh, going to be that way are we?" Junior teased. He got a second finger in my cunt slit and I was creaming all over him.
He picked me up and sat me on the countertop with my cunt fully exposed. I watched my pussy fluids glistening on my cunt lips. Junior put both fingers back in and started finger fucking me again. Then he worked in a third finger. I was going to need it if I was going to be able to take his cock. I started to cum again on his fingers.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned, "If only that cocksucker can stay away another ten minutes I want you in me so bad."
Junior wasn't really looking out the window for my husband. At this point I didn't really care. I just wanted that big black cock to fuck me. I was grasping for it to guide it towards my snatch when the phone rang. We had one of those old green wall phones that was once all the rage in kitchens. Not knowing who it could be I reached for it, but wasn't close enough with my ass on the counter and my legs spread open to Junior's hard stroking fingers.
Junior reached over with his free hand and gave me the phone. It was David.
"Hey, Babe, I've been looking all over the yard with these guys and they can't find and alternator that fit our fucking piece of shit."
I guess Junior heard his voice and had his free hand stroking his cock as he pulled his fingers out of me. As I was about to speak to my husband Junior had the head of his black cock pointed at my cunt opening.
"Sorry, honey, how much longer do you think you will be?" I was trying to scoot a little more over the edge of the counter to accept Junior huge prick.
"You sound a little out of breath, are you okay?"
"Yes, I was outside talking to Junior and ran up the steps to get the phone."
"Tell Junior that I'm sorry. I'm going across town to another yard that is still open. They are supposed to have one?"
Junior had the head of his cock spreading my outer lips open and was getting through my inner ones. His cock felt so good. I tried to fuck back to get him in faster while still talking on the phone to my husband.
"How long do you think you will be?"
"Tell Junior to come back in an hour."
"Okay, honey, will do!" I was about to scream from the assault on my pussy by the huge cocked black kid. But, scream in a good way. I hung up the phone.
"We've got about an hour until my husband gets back. Shove that thing in me."
Shit, married less that two months and fucking around on David already. But, my Gawd, it's so good. I was wet enough and stretched enough to get about half of Junior in me. I could feel his black cock snake up inside my very being. Another inch and I realized I now had a cock where I had never had a cock before.
