She lay bent over the window sill, trapped by the window frame that had been pulled down upon her waist, holding her hostage with her head and chest outside and with her bare ass on display inside the room. She was acutely aware that her skirt had been hiked all the way up to her waist and her thong was now draped around one ankle exposing her to anyone who was inside but her body still quivered and shook with periodic and spasmodic aftershocks of quaking orgasms such that she didn't care who saw what.
Slowly the quivering and shaking subsided. Her pussy stopped contracting and pouting as if seeking the organ that had transported her into her present state of euphoria. She became aware that her juices were leaking from her ravaged cunt and were slowly seeping down the insides of her cocoa thighs and she knew that the juices were not hers alone but were mixed with the searing cum of some man who had fucked her into oblivion.
She wondered who he was, what did he look like? All she knew was that he had the biggest, fattest and most wonderful cock that had ever been thrust into her pussy and that it's owner knew where every sweet spot inside her was because he had found each one, not once or twice but so often in the fifteen minutes in which he had taken her body that she believed his cock never left any of them.
Slowly, she composed herself, reached behind her and with her left hand pushed up the window that had held her down and finally she was able to pull her body back inside. She looked behind her and seeing no one, bent slowly down to retrieve her panties that now rested around her right ankle. They were soaking wet.
Rather than put them back on, she used them to wipe the pearly rivulets that flowed down the insides of her thighs from her now gaping pussy. She then pulled her skirt down, straightened it and walked from the room into the reception hall where many people were gathering again. Even though she was embarrassed she held her head high and kept walking.
Her eyes moved from face to face on every man in the room, seeking some form of evidence, some clue as to who had fucked her so intensely over the window sill but she got no gleam of recognition. She ran into James, her husband's friend, who hugged her, holding her a little longer than he usually did but he too, gave no sign that anything else had transpired between them. Finally she recognized her husband and walked towards him looking in this face to see if he had probably witnessed or been involved in her taking but he just smiled and asked her what took her so long in the bathroom. Her response was,
"Its a long story. I'll tell you on the way home. "
His eyebrows raised but he didn't pursue the matter further knowing that sooner or later he would find out.
Jack and Sheilah had been married for twenty five years. It was a great relationship. Their sex life was good and they lived in comfortable circumstances though not rich. They had met and married while they were in college. He was a science major and so was she.
The science laboratory project which they worked on had them spending lots of time together and as happens often, it lead to greater intimacy, a stolen kiss here or there, finally ending in bed where Jack ate her to delirium and with his short thick cock broke through her hymen and ushered her into the world of womanhood. Jack had never met any woman quite like Sheilah and after two months he proposed.
He was a tall slim white guy with sparking blue eyes and sandy hair, from Burlington, Vermont whose somewhat innocent demeanor captivated her. She was a buxom cocoa colored black girl from Barbados; thick hips, big shapely legs, a firm and bountiful chest, a large and magnificently shaped ass and two soft and pliable lips that Jack grew to discover we're made for sucking cock.
She had an extremely protective upbringing and unlike many of her girlfriends, was never able to mess around with boys. Her mother wanted her to be a virgin when she was married and kept her away from all possible temptation. As a dutiful daughter, she obeyed.
The wedding was a simple affair in the college chapel. It was attended only by her mother and his sister. Neither had any more family that cared to attend and with that they began their life together. After graduating they received job offers in Boston from the same firm but in different departments. That is where they set up house.
Twenty five years later, they were well ensconced in their careers, had a beautiful home but no children. Sheilah spent Jack's and her money on travel, fine clothes and gym memberships because Jack was always trying to get her to lose weight. Jack loved to show off Sheilah and watched the lust in other men's eyes as they gazed at her.
Their sex life was good but not great but as time passed, it grew less and less imaginative. From time to time, Sheilah found herself wondering what sex with other men would be like, since Jack was the only man that she had been with. Sometimes she and Jack would fantasize about other men fucking her but it was only fantasy, even though Sheilah knew that if she let Jack know that she was interested, he would have tried to arrange it in a minute. What Jack didn't know was that Sheilah didn't want just any cock, she wanted black cock.
She was one of a special group of black women who though black, had never been fucked by a black man and had constantly heard from several of her girlfriends how big black men's cocks were and how powerfully they fucked but she never let on to them, especially the white ones who had fucked black men that she had never had such an experience.
Over time, she found herself studying the black men who were friends of her husband, wondering how big their cocks were and if they could fuck like her girlfriends said they could. She knew that Jack could eat pussy well because that is what he did most of the time but his fucking left much to be desired. While his cock was thick, it was very short so it never went deep inside her and he never lasted long.
Once inside, he would always come in less than a minute often leaving her dissatisfied. As a result, most of their sexual escapades would end with Jack eating her for her to enjoy an orgasm. As time went on, she kept wondering more and more what it was like to really get fucked.
About six months prior to the fateful day, Jack had introduced her to one of his colleagues. He was a powerfully built, tall black man who by sheer coincidence happened to be from Barbados like she was. She hadn't known him before and was glad to get to know someone from her native land who also lived in Boston.
"Sheilah, This is James. He is a new employee in our department." Jack said as he introduced him.
Sheilah saw a well dressed, well built black man. His skin was the color of polished ebonite. He had large hands but not overly large feet. He looked powerful and dominant, yet gentle and had a quick and easy smile. He wasn't bad looking either but he had that animal magnetism that made women stop and stare.
She sneaked a glance at his fly but couldn't tell anything about his cock size from the quick peek. James smiled, gently took her hand in his and said,
"Ma'am, I am delighted to meet you."
She was enchanted by his powerful physique, soft eyes and big hands and soon he became the source of many of her panty soaking fantasies. Ever so often, she would catch him staring at her ass and he would just smile and nod at her as if complimenting her. Like most men he didn't look away when she caught him looking but would always smile and nod.
One day after such an occurrence he walked over to her and said,
"I hope that you don't think that I am rude but you have got one of the loveliest shapes that I have ever seen on any woman."
Sheilah shook her head and said, "No, I don't, my hips are too big and my butt is too fat and my husband is always after me about losing weight!"
James looked her square in the eye and said,
"I don't know about anyone else but I like my women just like that. White guys like skinny women but when I'm holding a woman in my arms, I want to feel more than skin and bone."
