Part 1: The First Lesson
Megan stretched cat-like as she reclined in the lawn chair in her backyard. Her long blonde hair was tied up on her head, except for a wayward strand dangling over the dark sunglasses, that covered her bright blue eyes. Several drops of sweat trickled down her shoulders. One got caught by the cup of the small, blue string bikini she wore and another dodged under the string and ran down her tan, flat stomach to disappear into her navel.
She stretched again and looked around. Megan was restless this afternoon. She had awoken very horny and as usual her husband, the Doctor hadn't been interested in taking care of her problem. She was waking up horny a lot these days and at 36, she realized she was at her sexual peak. Harold, the Doctor, on the other hand was 52 and by her calculations that put him about 35 years past his earlier male sexual peak. In fact, he had been about 20 years past his peak when they married 15 years ago.
Megan's mother had introduced her to the Doctor when she was 20 and she had immediately fallen for his distinguished looks and charming manner. They married a year later, Megan, a beautiful, shy, young virgin and Harold, a graying, busy surgeon.
Megan had lived a very sheltered life. There were no children her age anywhere near her house growing up and she had attended a small private all-girls school. She had gone straight from living with her parents to living with the Doctor and had never gotten to experience life outside of a protected environment. She had a few friends back in school, but never a best friend until Betina moved in next door.
Betina and her husband, Jamal had moved in about a year ago. Megan had been dying for someone to talk to at that time. She did nothing all day, but sunbath, exercise, and cook dinner for the Doctor, which was usually cold by the time he got home exhausted at the end of a ten hour shift. Megan had even found herself watching soaps during the day. Overall though, she found them too raunchy for her.
Megan had observed with interest the house going up next door for months and had enjoyed talking to the nice construction workers. They seemed to come over to talk to her or to ask for something to drink, whenever she was out sunbathing. One very big man always seemed to be staring at her large breasts whenever he came over for a glass of water and he always made her feel uncomfortable. His stares always made her nervous and she would develop a funny feeling deep in her womb. This was about the same time she had started waking up horny all the time. She was glad when they finished the house, but missed having people to talk to.
Megan was excited when the moving van arrived and had been ready to overcome her shyness and run right over to introduce herself when she saw Betina and Jamal. She had never had much experience around black people and decided to stay in the house and watch them through the curtains. Betina was light skinned, kind of plump, and she was dragging a young boy behind her. Jamal on the other hand was a six and a half foot dark black giant. He was wearing a tight tank top that showed off an impressive physique. Megan could swear that his muscles had muscles as she ran her eyes along his beefy arms.
A week later, Megan had been out sun bathing, she had still not gotten up the nerve to introduce herself to the neighbors when Betina made the first move. Betina called to her over the fence and introduced herself, it seemed that Betina was just as lonely for a friend as Megan was. The two women found themselves talking for hours. Betina invited her over to their house and she had met the black couples son, Anthony and Tina's husband, Jamal. He shook her hand and she noticed how her tiny white hand was completely engulfed by his big black ones. His stare reminded her of the big construction worker and she felt the funny feeling in her stomach again, making her a little flustered.
Megan noticed some pictures on the hall walls and was surprised to see they were of a bikini clad Betina in various poses.
"That's from before I had Anthony, of course," Betina said over Megan's shoulder. "I used to be a pretty hot model. You ever do any modeling?"
Surprised, Megan answered, "No why do you ask?"
"Your figure's so perfect for bikini modeling. Why if I had your breasts I could have tripled my income."
Megan was flattered and the two women talked all day, becoming close friends. Jamal was a former boxer and didn't work except for some lessons he gave at the gym every night for a few hours. Betina was starting a job at a cosmetics company in the fall when Anthony started kindergarten and she was desperately looking forward to getting out of the house. Megan wasn't able to have children and she envied Betina her family.
Megan really enjoyed Betina's company. The only thing she didn't like was that her new friend had a potty mouth. She used words like "fuck" and "cock" all the time and she always had Megan blushing constantly. Megan also didn't like Jamal that much. He seemed to recognize how naive she was and was constantly telling jokes at her expense. The gullible Megan falling for them every time. They also appeared to have a better sex life then Megan did. Jamal apparently didn't have a problem taking care of his wife, and the way Betina talked, he "fucked" her constantly with his big "cock."
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Now, here it was, a week since Betina had started her new job and Megan missed her already. She stretched on the lawn chair again and fidgeted in her seat. Jamal was starting the lawnmower over in his yard. He wore nothing but a tight pair of jeans and she could see the sweat pouring down his black torso, causing his chest to glisten in the sunlight. He always seemed to be in the backyard during her daily 90 minute tanning sessions. He would either mow the lawn or lift weights while she sunbathed. He tried to talk to her a couple times but she always ended the conversation quickly since she didn't like being around him all that much.
Megan admired his body though, she tried to picture the Doctor with Jamal's physique and wondered what it would be like to be crushed beneath a muscular body with a big cock pounding into her. Ooops, she thought, Betina must be rubbing off her. She'd have to watch her mouth, besides if Harold had hands that big he'd make a crummy surgeon.
Megan was delighted to see Betina pop out of her house for a second and wave at her. Then Megan had an idea. Betina apparently had a great sex life, maybe she'd be willing to give Megan a few pointers on how to spice up her own.
Megan stood up and toweled the sweat off her body before running over to the gate in the fence to talk to Megan. Jamal had just finished the back lawn and she waved at him as she ran into her friends house. He watched the thong disappearing between her ass cheeks as she walked up the steps to the deck and the sliding glass door.
"Hi Megan," said Betina snatching up her car keys and purse. "How are things?"
"Oh Tina," said Megan, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you to honey," said the plump black woman, who gave Megan a quick hug. "Can't talk now though, I have to get back to work."
Megan sighed as her friend ran over to the door. "Tina, I have a problem, I was hoping you could give me some advice."
"Gotta run, honey," said Betina. "Ask me later or get Jamal to help you," and she ran out the door.
Megan turned to see that Jamal had followed her into the room and he was standing in the doorway to the back yard.
"What can I help you with Megan?" asked Jamal.
Oh nothing," she sighed. "I just wanted to ask Tina for some help with something."
"I'd be glad to help," said the black man.
"I couldn't, it's kind of personal," responded Megan. She started thinking it over. Maybe a man's perspective wouldn't be all that bad. "Jamal, maybe you can help me." Then remembering how he was always pulling her leg she added, "but you have to promise me you won't laugh or tell anybody."
"I promise," said Jamal adopting a dead serious expression on his face.
She took a deep breath a proceeded to fill him in on the lack of attention Harold was paying to her and her desire to improve her love life. How her and her husband only had sex about once a month with the lights off in the missionary position. Megan was relieved that instead of making fun of her, Jamal paid rapt attention to everythng she told him, interupting with questions every now and then.
"How long has this been going on?" asked Jamal.
"Well the first five years were ok, but the last ten sex dropped off a lot. Harold's always so tired after work and everything."
"So it's been ten years since you've had an orgasm?" Jamal asked.
Megan blushed, she wasn't really comfortable talking along these lines. "Sort of," she replied. "I think I had one the first year we were married."
Jamal nodded wisely. She had never had an orgasm. This was a dream "cum" true. A horny inexperienced white woman was asking his advice on sex. "Go sit on the couch, I think I have something that might help you."
Jamal went into his bedrom and started leafing through his box of porn. Then a wicked thought occured to him and he reached further back and pulled out a second box, a box that his wife didn't know about. This box contained all his interracial porn. Jamal had been dying to fuck a white woman all his life. He had grown up in a poor black neighborhood and hadn't had any chances to nail any white girls until his boxing career started taking off and by then he had met Betina. He pulled out a video entitled "Interracial Blow Jobs: See Hot White Chicks Sucking the Biggest Black Dicks. He popped it into the bedroom vcr and fast forwarded it past the title. Jamal ejected the tape and forced the grin off his face before returning to Megan.
Megan was siting on the couch in her little thong bikini fidgeting from nervousness. She looked up at him and he could see the hope reflected in her blue eyes.
"Well Megan," said Jamal popping the cassette into the living room vcr. "First things first, it sounds to me like neither you nor the Doctor have much experience with sex. So I'm going to start by showing you how to please him." He hit play on the remote.
Megan gasped in disgust, when she saw the screen. "Yuck," she said. "I heard there were movies like this." The tv showed a big breasted blonde slut crawling on her hands and knees over to a naked black man. The black man was huge and had what looked like a ten inch penis between his legs. It was the biggest, thickest thing she had ever seen and she gasped again, this time with fascination.
"What's wrong," asked Jamal fast forwarding it to the next scene.
"That penis," she exclaimed. "It's huge!"
"That one," Jamal said, pausing the tape at the part where the cock was spraying it's seed all over the white girls face. "It's about average." Jamal smiled at the look of shock on Megan's face. Then her expression changed to one of perplexion and Jamal knew she was comparing her husband's penis to the well hung studs in the video.
Megan watched him fast forward it past another scene. The black penis in this scene was about an inch shorter then the previous one but it was a lot thicker. "Jamal, are all these white women with black men?"
"Yeah, sick isn't it." he lied. "One of my friends gave it to me as a joke."
