Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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The four of us; Carl, Sarah, Andre, and I got into Carl's car. Carl drove as Sarah got into the passenger side front seat and I climbed in the back and Andre got in behind me. Once Carl started the car the music blasted through the speakers. I slid my body to the far side of the back seat to avoid sitting close to Andre and think of a way to let the younger man down and let him know I was not going to have sex with him, but he had other ideas and slid his large body across the seat and pressed his body against mine. I moved over more until I was pressed against the car door and had nowhere else move and Andre put his well-muscled arm around me, moved my body a little so I was facing him more, and then he pulled my head to his as he moved in to kiss me.
I had actually had a very nice time that night and maybe I led him on a little by making out with him on the dance floor, letting him grind up on me, and letting him touch me in ways that were not appropriate for a married woman to be touched by another man. True I had been aroused by the way we "dirty danced", him kissing me, the attention he gave me, and the way he touched me when we danced and I was currently aroused and I could feel the dampness in my panties, but that did not mean I was going to allow him to have sex with me. It was just having a good time and it did make me feel wanted and desired but there were so many things wrong with the situation I had gotten myself in.
First and foremost I was married and while my marriage vows of being faithful did not mean much to my husband it meant a lot to me, then I was a "good girl" and did not have sex with someone I just met, Andre was only eighteen, and then he was black. I never even thought of having sex with a black man before and while I knew several black men at work I thought were attractive, and Andre was certainly very attractive, I had never been sexually attracted to a black man. Hell at almost twenty five years old I had only had sex with three men in my life and two of them I was in love with and in a long term relationship with. I certainly was not going to have sex with an eighteen year old black man I just met.
The drive from the club back to my house in the county was only about a twenty minute drive in a direct route but I did notice Carl seemed to be going the wrong way but I did not say anything since I was too busy trying to think of a way to let Andre down and avoid him kissing me. The way he was going was a route that was going to take about thirty to forty minutes to get to my house.
Andre it seemed had other ideas. He kissed my lips and I did try to push him away a little but he just pressed himself against me harder and when his lips met mine I stopped resisting and allowed him to kiss me. I had found out earlier on the dance floor he was a very great kisser and being in his strong arms did make me feel sexy and wanted, so while my mind screamed out "NO" my body acted on its own accord and I parted my lips to allow his tongue to enter my mouth and wrapped my arms around him.
I may not have been a very sexual person and the act of sexual intercourse, while it felt very pleasant, I never enjoyed it all that much and since I never had an orgasm before I never really understood why other girls enjoyed sex so much; but I did love to kiss and touch a man and be touched by him and I did enjoy giving oral sex to a man much more than I enjoyed him penetrating me.
As Andre kissed me and I kissed him back and our tongues explored each other's mouths I started to get even more aroused and decided that maybe I would give him a blow job when we got back to my house. After all I am the reason he was all worked up and I did not want to come across as a tease and I admit the thought if seeing my first black penis aroused my curiosity. I never watched a porn movie or scene in my life, this was when the internet was a new "fad" and was not widely used and dial up was the thing and one could not just Google porn, and I had only seen three penises in my life and none of them of a black man. I knew or rather at the time thought I knew that Andre would settle for a blow job, after all he was only eighteen and I was almost twenty-five and he was just a kid and from my limited experience eighteen year old boys are easily manipulated by sex that getting a blow job from a very pretty twenty-five year old woman would be heaven for them and give them a story to tell their friends.
Andre started kissing my neck and I gave little whimpering moans of pleasure and my hands gripped his back harder, which seemed to encourage Andre because I soon felt his hand run up my thigh. Due to us making out and him moving my body more toward his the hem of my short dress had raised up quite a bit and exposed my upper thighs. Once again my mind cried out to stop him but for some reason I could not bring my hand down to stop him and I felt Andre spread my legs apart and his hand slid up to my panties and he started rubbing my pussy thought the thin material of my panties and I gave a louder moan. It did feel very nice and maybe there was no harm in letting him touch me there since I was going to suck his penis later. At least that was what I told myself in order to be rational; the truth was Andre was turning me on a great deal from his kisses and touches and I wanted to feel him touch my pussy.
Andre ran his fingers over my pussy though the panties and started kissing my ear, which for me is a highly erogenous zone, and I made these moaning squeals as he kissed and sucked my ears. The music in the car was too loud for Sarah and Carl to hear what was going in the back seat but I opened my eyes and glanced toward the front of the car to see if the other two people in the car had heard me. Apparently they had not, Sarah was looking out the side window and moving her body to the music and Carl was focused on the road. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of Andre kissing my ears and running his fingers over my sex.
"No...stop...ohhh God...not that...please, Andre...stop now...please." I moaned out when I felt Andre move his hand to the back of my dress and start to unzip it. "Ohhh God that feels good...don't...please."
"Shhh...I want to see and play with those nice tits you were rubbing all over me tonight." Andre whispered in my ear and unzipped my dress all the way down to where the zipper ended, just above my butt.
First of all, I was not rubbing my breasts all over him all night. We had been slow dancing and making out on the dance floor and my breasts just happen to press against him; it could not be helped. Second, this time I did resist his advances or tried to. He was much stronger than me and when I tried to move his hands they would not budge and before I knew it the top of my dress as down around my waist and Andre had lifted the cups of my bra up over my breasts. I tried to cover myself with my hands but he moved them and held them at my side. I was so embarrassed and blushing and when I looked at Andre's face he had a look of desire showing on his handsome face.
"Damn, I love you white bitches' tits when you have tan lines." He commented and reached up with one hand touched my right breasts and squeezed it, rather hard that cause me to moan out. "Fuck you got some great tits, nice and firm." He pinched my pink nipple hard and I gave quiet whimper. "Fantastic nipples."
I was shocked by him exposing my breasts in the car with other people in it, embarrassed by the same fact, and also more than a little afraid and I could not move for those reasons when Andre lowered his head down to my left breast and took the erect pink nipple in his mouth. I gave an involuntary moan of pleasure as he started sucking one nipple and playing with the other; I always did enjoy my nipples sucked and played with.
I tried to struggle more by wiggling my body but I could not get out of his embrace and he ignored my struggles and just kept his attention on my nipples and I moaned again and even again when he gently bit one and pinched the other hard.
