5 comments/ 21040 views/ 4 favorites The Gymnasium By: HeftyxXxHoney HeftyxXxHoney © Peter had worked at the gymnasium for just over a year now and really enjoyed his job. Today was an especially hot day and, since their day was almost over, he and the other guys who worked there were fooling around in the showers, spraying each other down with an old water hose. Peter's friend Hendrik had cornered him in one of the changing cubicles and soaked him with freezing cold water. "You, asshole!" Peter shouted, annoyed but still laughing, "if I get caught wet like this there's going to be hell to pay and if I loose my job I will expect you to keep me in food and beer!" Hendrik stopped laughing as his attention was drawn to something in the corner of his eye. "Hey, man," he said, pointing at the wall behind Peter's head. "What the fuck is that?" Peter turned around to see what his friend was pointing at and saw a soggy white mess hanging off the wall. He walked over to take a closer look. "It's toilet paper; someone's plugged a hole in the wall with it and it's come apart because it's wet." Hendrik's face broke into a huge grin. "Some little pervert has drilled a hole into the women's shower...let me take a look!" Peter stepped out of the way. Spying on naked women, no matter how appealing it may be, just wasn't his style. Hendrik rushed over and removed the remaining soggy off-white tissue paper, stood on the small wooden bench and peeked through the gap. "Peter," he said excitedly, "come and get a load of this!" "No, your OK, man," Peter said amused. "I'll let you enjoy your fun, I need to go and get a dry t-shirt." Hendrik turned around and stared at his friend as though he was demented. "Jeez, dude...are you gay, or what? It's not natural...how can you not want to look at a room full of naked totty? You're a weirdo!" Peter laughed. "Erm...well it's you my friend who is perving over a room full of naked women...the last time I checked, Peeping Toms were the weirdoes!" Hendrik laughed. "Whatever, dude! I'm a young hot blooded male, I'm programmed to be....." He cut himself off midway through his sentence. "Fucking hell, man!" he cried, "Feast your eyes on this!" Intrigued, Peter moved closer but made no attempt to climb the bench. "What is it, Hend....a DD busty, skinny blonde?" Hendrik laughed. "I wish!...No, it's far from that...come up here you dork and take a look for yourself!" Peter climbed the worn wooden bench and let out a protesting sigh; Hendrik could be so infantile at times. He pushed his friend out of the way and peeked through the crudely cut hole in the wall. Stood before him was the most bombastic woman he had ever seen. He guessed she must have weighed at least 300-350lbs! For the first time that day Peter was truly aroused! Hendrik was suppressing his giggles. "What a heifer, ay? She's the fattest woman I've ever seen.... it's a shame really because she has a fine-looking face." Peter let out a slow whistle. "I think she's just perfect as she is." He realised his mistake before he finished his sentence but there was no turning back now. "No way, dude!" Hendrik was disgusted as well as outraged, "You cannot be serious?" Peter looked at his friend. "Yes, John McEnroe," he said sarcastically, "I am." Hendrik shook his head sadly in wonder. "No wonder you never date any of the women that work-out in here; us guys have a running joke that it was because you were a virgin...or gay. Now, we know the truth!" Peter was about to climb down and leave when he heard a loud screech. He saw the plenteous, caramel-coloured woman he'd just been watching staring back at him through the wall. Panic-stricken, Peter was rooted to the spot. Hendrik, on the other hand, had fled from the room as quick as lightning and in fits of suppressed giggles, "Don't move, buster!" the horrified woman was yelling in a clipped British accent, "don't even try and leave that room...I know who you are...!" Peter went to take flight, but the next words he heard told him the jig was up. "You're the young man with the flame red hair, I can see it through the gap!" Peter didn't even try to deny it...what was the point? Out of a staff of around eighty people, he was the only person with flame red hair. The only thing he could do was try and act with a bit of grace and dignity and explain himself. "I'm very sorry, Fraulein. If you'd like to get dressed, I will meet you outside the ladies' shower room and I will explain myself to you there...if you allow me." The naked, madly curvaceous woman made no attempt to cover her exposed body even though her towel was within arm's reach. "I'll tell you what," the woman said with a determined look on her face, "you come in here, look me in the eye, and tell me why you feel its amusing to spy on a naked woman...don't worry," she said softening her voice, "I'm all alone in here." Peter looked down at his feet shamefaced. "OK, one moment," he mumbled apologetically and, stepping down from off of the bench he made his way slowly around to the female shower rooms. He took his time, as he wanted to give the woman plenty of time to get dressed. After waiting outside the door for a few minutes, Peter knocked gently on the door. "Enter!" announced a clipped British accent. Peter took a deep breath and walked into the room; he was amazed to see the woman still standing in the same spot - again...completely naked! Peter's face went as bright red as his hair. The woman laughed. "So, now you get shy!" she mocked sarcastically. Peter forced his eyes away from her amazingly huge,caramel-coloured breasts with their lovely smooth, brown, wet, erect nipples. Seeing the water dripping down her smooth body was too much for Peter. He counted backwards from 100 in his head to try to distract himself. Peter cleared his throat before he made an attempt to speak. "I am truly sorry, fraulein. My friend and I were having a water fight in the shower rooms as today has been very hot..." He ignored the woman's raised eyebrow as she listened to his humble story. "You see..." he continued, "we got the wall wet and someone had stuffed some tissue paper into it and then it came apart and we noticed a hole so we......" The woman held her hand up abruptly to silence him. "Enough!" she said sternly, "What I want to know is what you are going to do to make it up to me....? Or, would you like to me inform your manager that you're an unscrupulous voyeur and get your despicable, espial-arse fired?" Peter blinked in shock. He tried to think of a way of compensation. "Erm..." he stuttered, "Maybe I can get you a free gym pass or something; I'm not really sure...." He felt embarrassed as the buxom woman before him burst out laughing. "That wasn't the kind of compensation I was thinking of!" She ran her eyes up and down his fit venal body. Her eyes hovered over his penis, obviously erect by the size of the bulge in his trousers. "Do you like big, fat, juicy women, boy?" she asked with a smirk on her pretty face. Peter blushed. "Actually, I do," he said honestly. "Think you can handle a woman like me?" She stood proud before him relishing the effect she was having on him. For the first time Peter laughed. "I don't know, ma'am.....but I'd have a good crack at it," he added cheekily. The woman laughed. She liked the horny young Adonis before her. "What's your name, boy?" she asked. "Peter." "Peter, ay?" she echoed, eyeballing him from head to toe. "Well, Peter come over here and wash away your sins by joining me in a nice warm shower." Peter looked at the woman wide eyed; he felt very surreal at that moment. Had he heard her right, or was he dreaming? He shook his head as if that would give him the answer and tried not to stare at the voluptuous goddess before him. "You want me to take a shower with you....when I don't even know your name?" Peter laughed as he tried to defuse the situation with comedy. The goddess smiled. "Boy, you don't need to know my name...and if you know what's good for you, from now on you will address me as Mistress...is that understood, boy?" Peter played along with the faux S&M situation he found himself in. With nearly three more years of university left, he could not afford to loose his job at this point...besides, a job like this had its perks and the beauty in front of him was proof of that. Why should he let this chance vanish? He would surely regret it for the rest of his life if he did. As much as it pissed him off being called 'boy'...it was a small price to pay to take up the offer of seduction by this mighty vixen. "But if I get caught I will loose my job....." Peter said realistically. The vixen smiled. "Well, you'll loose it if you don't...so you may as well go out in style." Peter smiled and mustered up the courage to remove his shirt as he gingerly walked over to his new mistress; as he went to remove his jogging bottoms the goddess turned the shower on. "Pass me my shower gel, boy," she instructed even though she was in easy reach of it herself. "Yes, ma'...Mistress," Peter said clumsily. He felt rather foolish with all this pseudo role-play crap but he played along with it anyway to please her. "Wash me!" she demanded, as she closed her eyes and held her freckled gilt face towards the showerhead. Peter removed the lid of the sunflower shower gel and poured some of it into his trembling hands; he put the bottle down and massaged the thick amber liquid onto the luscious soft body to hand. Not wanting to show her pleasure at the touch of the young man's firm and powerful hands, the goddess refused to allow the awaiting moan to escape her sensuous lips; instead she just moved her head back and forth in enthralment and basked in the red headed boy's attention. Peter's hands shook as he slowly moved his hands down the goddess' back and massaged the soft excess fat around her waistline; he felt his cock harden as the feeling of her wet, silky-smooth skin drove him wild with desire. Peter became slightly too confident and thirstily grabbed both the goddess' sumptuous breasts in each of his eager hands and caressed them gently. The super sized goddess was having none of it and gratingly slapped his hands away. "Did I say you could touch me there, worm?" she spat at a stunned Peter. "No, you didn't," he said weakly, "I'm sorry." "Sorry, what?" she asked, as she looked at him demandingly. "I'm sorry, Mistress," Peter answered shyly, feeling like a chastised schoolboy. "That's better, boy!" The goddess did so enjoy the power she held over men and over the years she had come to enjoy her role as a Mistress. She glanced down at the boy's crotch; she could see that the head of his cock was purple and throbbing furiously with excitement. She reached down and heard him groan as she lightly touched the tip of it. Without warning Peter cried out as she tightened her grip and gently slapped his testicles. "I didn't say you could get an erection now, did I?" Peter looked bashful and cast his eyes down to his toes. "I'm sorry...Mistress, but looking at your awesome body gets me this way." Pleased with his reply the goddess softened her grip; she stroked his penis and slowly circled his tight balls with her fingers. "On your knees, boy!" she said smoothly as she released his genitals from her wet hand. Eager to please his mistress, Peter did as he was told. The goddess opened her long, sturdy, tanned, coloured legs and he watched hypnotized as the water from the shower spiralled down them. "Eat my pussy, boy....and you'd better do it good or you're going to get an ass whooping!" She didn't smile! Peter, delighted by the invitation, did as he was told. He slowly licked around her firm, juicily enlarged clit and sucked on it gently; he licked upwards from her pussy hole and back to her throbbing clit. This time the goddess couldn't help but moan. Peter smiled to himself as he sensed the change in power. He grabbed her bottom firmly and pushed her wet pussy deeper into his face and stuck his long tongue deep inside her hole and rubbed her ass as he did so. "Oh yes, boy!" the goddess moaned as Peter pleasured her. He could feel her soft belly on the top of his head; it felt rather comforting. He increased the motion of his tongue and every time he brought the goddess near to orgasm he stopped and slowed it down again. "Faster boy...don't stop!" the goddess groaned as Peter teased her. Then he stopped what he was doing altogether. "Stop calling me, boy...it pisses me off!" Peter snapped, taking control. For a minute the super-sized beauty looked at him and couldn't hide her smile. She was so near to coming now she would indulge him with his little request, as she was sure she would make him pay for his impertinence later. "Carry on, bo....PETER!" the goddess said firmly as Peter pushed his face back in between her opulent legs. Peter felt victory was his and continued his mission with renewed vigour. The goddess moaned and groaned and her body juddered as Peter and his amazing, tantalizing, tongue action quickly brought her to orgasm. It gave him great pleasure to watch her massive body shake and shudder due to something he had done. Peter stood up with a self-satisfied smirk on his face; he badly wanted to kiss this beauty's spoilt pouting lips but knew better than to be so presumptuous after his last mistake. Without looking at him his mistress walked over to a small changing cubicle and went inside. Peter was deflated as he watched her leave. Thinking he had blown his chances he went to leave the room and was taken aback as she re- entered the shower room and pushed him back against the cold tiled wall. "And where do you think you're going, boy?" she demanded. "Oh...I thought you were leav..." Peter gasped as the goddess grabbed him by the ear and led him over to a long row of benches in the middle of the shower room. "Lie down, boy!" she instructed as she pointed to the centre bench. Peter didn't bother to argue with her. He gasped as she tightly bound each wrist to the bench opposite the one to which he was laid. He felt like a vertical Jesus lying there helplessly. Peter looked at the twine which tied his wrists and noticed they were the hacked off strings from the goddess' black and pink panties which lay by his feet on the floor. Very inventive he thought to himself. He watched amazed as the goddess stood astride him and felt an eclipse cross his face as the goddess' huge, bouncing breasts shadowed his face as she straddled him. He prepared his body to be crushed and was surprised when he felt her gently hovering over his now fully erect, and awaiting cock. The goddess smiled down at him as she looked down into his beautiful blue eyes. She slowly rubbed her hot, moist cunt over the tip of his cock. Peter was breathless and felt his prick pulsating as it tried to enter her red-hot pussy. "How much do you want me to fuck you right now?" the goddess asked teasingly. "Oh...you have no idea how much I long for you!" Peter cried as he was trying to escape his constraints so he could grab the goddess and force her onto his wanting, hard cock...but it was no use. She had tied him up using a tight slipknot from which there was no escape. The goddess continued to taunt Peter by sliding against his throbbing phallus and taunted it by letting it inch its way inside her only to be cruelly ushered out again at her choosing. He groaned and rocked his body to and fro to try and set himself free. The goddess laughed. She did so enjoy her little power games, but this young stud turned her on immensely and she was teasing herself as much as she was him. Without warning she plunged hard onto Peter's cock and rode him hard and fast. Her heavy breasts swung like pendulums before his spellbound eyes. Peter greedily sucked on each nipple every chance he got. They both sounded like wild animals as they groaned and cried out in pleasure. The goddess felt the juices gushing out of her pussy as she once again came hard and fast. Peter clenched his fingers as he felt himself about to explode. The goddess felt his balls tighten against her buttocks and knew he would ejaculate soon, so she raised herself up, and as she did so, she grabbed Peter's pounding cock and rubbed her cum on it, lubricating her anus with it. Gently she eased him inside of her and they only managed a couple of strokes before she felt his warm spunk erupt inside of her. The goddess got up and casually walked over to the shower. She wouldn't give Peter the gratification of knowing that was the best sex she had ever had. In fact, it took all of her strength not to buckle on the floor like a newborn foal. The goddess walked over to the shower and washed away the cum which was running out of her ass and dripping down her legs. Peter strained to watch her."Are you going to untie me?" he said, laughing and trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "Have you forgotten your manners, boy?" the goddess asked in amusement. "Sorry!" a hangdog Peter replied, "will you please untie me, Mistress?" He continued with as much respectfulness as he could summon. "No," the goddess said as she turned off the shower tap and walked into the small cubicle without so much as a backward glance at the restrained Peter. Before he could say another word she nonchalantly added, "Get your friend to help you...after all he's been masturbating while watching us for the last twenty minutes or so...it's the least he could do." Peter felt alarmed and quickly looked over to the crude gap in the wall, which earlier had been his spy hole..., how ironic he thought. He was just in time to see an eye dart away from the hole and heard the noise of someone zipping their pants up. This day had gone from the best one of his life to the worst in a matter of minutes. As he watched the goddess emerge fully dressed from the cubicle he knew there was no point in wasting his time begging her to untie him. Instead he just lay there with his cock getting hard again and asked with a cheeky glint in his eye, "Any chance of your phone number...Mistress?" The goddess stopped for a moment and eyed up her young new sex slave. She was wearing a shade of lipstick she liked to call 'Blow Job Red'. "You'll find my cell phone number on the wall in that cubicle," she said, indicating one with a nod, "written in red lipstick! Call me by 9pm tonight, boy...or you WILL be severely punished!" Without a backward glance the goddess disappeared out of the room...but not out of Peter's life. She smiled smugly to herself when, just before she left the building, she saw a small gang of boys rushing into the shower rooms where she had so cruelly left her new plaything. They were all carrying their camera cell phones, excitedly discussing the embarrassing photographs they were about to take. Peter laid on the bench a satisfied man. He didn't care that he was about to be teased to hell and back...instead he closed his eyes and thought about what he would be doing later that night. He didn't open them again until someone took pity on him and emancipated him from his restraints. Peter was going to enjoy having a mistress! The End. The Gymnasium In The Gymnasium 1. My husband Clifton is a Baptist minister and since we've been married his career has gone from being an assistant in a small town church to later taking over the growing parish in his own right. His involvement increased when he started coaching the under-age soccer team and taking a 'Religious Instruction' class at the local high school as well as conducting weddings and funerals. There were occasions when I would take the R.I. classes on the Fridays if Clifton had other commitments. After one of these occasions, as I was dismissing the class and tidying up the desks and mess made by the students, there was polite a knock on the open classroom door. A short very slim black man with a pleasant smile stood there wearing a flannel shirt, overalls and work boots with a toolbox in his hands. I looked up from my desk and said 'Yes?' 'Hello. I'm Vernon. I'm supposed to set up The Gym for a documentary showing tonight. I'll need about 25 minutes to get a screen and a projector in the Gym with 60 chairs. Will you be here to lock up after I leave?' 'Yes, I'll finish up here, then come over and let you out in about 30 minutes. Will that be alright?' 'Sure. Could you show me where the gym is please?' 'Yes'. I offered my hand and he took it in a firm handshake. 'Follow me. My name's Eve'. He picked up his projector and I offered to carry the screen by its carry handle and he followed me through the school corridors to the school gymnasium. I was dressed modestly as usual, but I'm told I have a very pleasing walk. When I was young, I was proficient at sports and have remained interested in fitness and yoga and keep my body in good condition. Your body is a gift and I think it is a gesture of thanks to look after your gifts. I had the feeling Vernon was enjoying the view as he followed me along the corridor. I opened the door and held it wide and invited him in. He caught my eye with half a smile on his face as he slowly moved through the doorway very close to me, careful not to knock the projector on the door frame. I'm sure he could smell my faint perfume as he passed by and I had the distinct feeling he wasn't wearing anything under his overalls. The slit on the side that gives the wearer access to pockets worn underneath gaped open. I felt my face flush as I could see his black skin at the top of his leg in contrast to his khaki overalls. This would have been perfectly modest in most circumstances and I would not be aware had he not passed by so closely. But now I was fighting off the arousal that felt very unseemly for the wife of a Baptist minister. I excused myself as I left him abruptly and returned to my classroom to try and recover my composure. I told myself it was only a series of coincidences that affected my senses. Had he not passed so closely a half smile would just be friendly, and I would not have seen his bare leg gape in the side of his overalls. After a few minutes, I composed myself and had returned to 'normal'. 2. I began to think, 'What harm is done? I caught a glimpse of perfectly modest bare skin. If it thrilled me a little, it means I'm normal. If I see anything like that again, I will enjoy it for what it is and remain as chaste as I ever was. It is part of creation in the end anyway'. Later, when I'd finished my after class chores, I returned to the gym to let Vernon out and lock up after him. He was trying to loop an electric cord over a vacant picture hook on the gymnasium wall and he couldn't reach. 'Hi Eve. I'll be ready to leave in a moment. I need something to reach this lead up'. Before I could think I said, 'You could lift me and I can loop it over if you like.' 'Thank you! That would make it easier.' He stood leaning back against the wall and handed me the loop. He placed his hand on his thigh. I tried to lift my foot up to his hand. My skirt was too tight to lift my knee, so I hitched it up to my thighs to give me more movement. With my hands on his shoulders, he steadied me with his other hand at the top of my thigh and I felt very secure in his strength. But there was something else. His hands touching my legs, was a huge flirt. It was giving me all these dizzy feelings. I decided to just enjoy it. The light pressure from his thumb found the crease between my leg and the edge of my genital area and I was aroused to another degree as he lowered me back to the floor. I found myself wanting to touch him, desperate to find an excuse to thank him for his work, anything. I was also hoping I would not get the chance because I would not like my husband to be thinking the way I was. I was in a state of feverish lust and was ready to do anything Vernon could think of. I could feel a sticky wetness spreading between my legs and I absently undid buttons on my cardigan until the lace at the top of my bra was visible. It took all my resolve to stop myself from pleading desperately to be ravished. Vernon appeared to be as shy as me. 'There's one more to lift it up to; the opening at the last ventilator. I'll need to carefully lift it above the cover,' he explained. I followed him the end of the wall where the vent was and he stood on the edge of the stage, reaching up to place the cord over the vent. The cord wouldn't remain on the sloping cover so he would need his adhesive gaffer tape. 'It's in my tool box I think,' he explained, inclining his head towards the door, hinting I could retrieve it for him. I obediently returned to the door where his toolbox was but I couldn't see it. Both of his hands were busy as he was balancing himself while holding the cord in place. 'I don't think it's here,' I called across the room. 'Oh! I think have it here. Can you get it out of my pocket for me please?' 3. I returned to where he was balanced on the edge of the stage and reached into his pocket for the adhesive tape. I felt a cucumber like shape in his pocket that seemed to be inflating. Somehow, I had slid my hand through the opening that gave him access to clothes worn underneath his overalls, where this time, I had forgotten, he wasn't wearing any. I realised with a rude shock, I was holding his thing in my hand. I could feel my face burning as if it had caught fire and in my petrified shock I forgot to release my grasp on his obscene rigid swollen cock. I vaguely heard an amused voice talking about a socket or something. Spluttering as I recovered my presence of mind, Vernon was saying 'I think you're looking in the wrong pocket.' 'Oh my almighty God. What did I do? I'm really sorry. I, I . . . I thought it was a cucumber or something. I'm so embarrassed'. 'No harm done'. He gave me a long slow look as if acknowledging a 'moment'. 'The pocket is in the overalls', he said. When I reached into his overalls to retrieve the tape, I could feel his hard cock and my rising lust made concentrating on the task at hand almost impossible. He quickly attached the cord to the ventilation cover and plugged the end of the cord into the power outlet with the illuminated tester on the other end. 'There's plenty of power there,' he said, turning his back to me. 'Are you aroused too?' I heard someone asking. It must have been me as I was the only other person present. He turned and looked at me, 'Very,' he said looking intently into my eyes. 'I have been since I met you at the classroom door. It seems to me you're watching me. Could it be that you would like this to go a little further Eve?' He began unfastening the buttons holding his overalls in place. 'Would you mind if I touch you?' Two more buttons. He continued, 'I would love to touch you but if you stop me nothing will happen.' His overalls were open to the last stud and I could see his curly pubic hair decorating the base of a very thick black prick. It was suspended sideways inside his overalls, but it was hardening again and fighting for space. I had never seen another man's penis beside the five inches long member Clifton routinely slid into me once a week by arrangement on Tuesday mornings since we were married, four and a half years ago. The sight of a black one was like an exotic taboo shock to me. The primal part of me wanted him to touch me everywhere preferably without my permission. I was stuck, speechless and caught between fear and desire. The black man was moving towards me and I was hypnotised, unable to move. He stepped up close and unfastened one button on my cardigan. I covered the next button with my hands. It seemed like nothing else would happen if I left my hands there. 4. He put his hands gently on mine without pressure. Then he gradually but lightly grasped my hands and removed them and, button by button, my resistance evaporated. My cardigan was in his hand. I stood before him in my sensible bra and long woollen skirt. He continued slowly disrobing me, removing my skirt. I was now displaying my modest thigh length underpants. He removed his shirt and overalls in one movement and placed them carefully on the floor with my skirt and top partly obscuring his overalls. Apart from his boots, he was naked in front of me. He was standing there without any clothes on in front of the minister's wife with the gymnasium door wide open. His slim frame, although very toned looked vulnerable. But his rigid, very thick seven inch long penis was like a menacing truncheon, standing vertical, pulsing in time to his heart beating as if threatening me, demanding satisfaction. I stared at it in awe. With all of our clothes draped over his arm, he laid them down forming a mat on the floor. In his shaking smoky voice, he instructed me to take off my bra and underpants., and stood back and watched me. I felt he was making me responsible for what ever happened next. I stood still for a full minute before slowly removing my bra and I held my shoulders back. Had I had made a deliberate gesture to prompt him I was available? . . . . And for what? He smiled an encouraging smile at me. I've always thought my body was too skinny and now Vernon could see my small round breasts, but he seemed to like what he saw. Now my hips and my pubic area were all there was left to his imagination. Do I allow myself to be naked with this black stranger? 'Are you afraid of me Eve?' 'Yes I am. I'm afraid of what a thick monstrous club like yours could do to me. It's too big. . . . . And I'm afraid of me'. He smiled a reassuring smile and he said, 'I'm going to take your pants down.' Pants down means totally naked and vulnerable with my vagina visible. Does it also mean my vagina is available? That question shocked me like a slap in the face. The phrase, 'take your pants down ' carried a new degree of familiarity I was not used to. I seemed to be crossing one threshold after another. I couldn't answer. He wanted verbal consent. As if I was disembodied, I removed myself from the situation but still heard my voice respond, shocking me with a surprising, 'Yes please. Take my pants down'. What was I doing? My body reclaimed my soul and I was faced with a man able to see my bare pubic area, and with all but tacit permission to fuck me. He removed my underpants and we were both more than ready to fuck, but at odds weather to or not. He took my hand and he laid down next to his overalls holding his throbbing swollen prick at the base positioning it vertically. Then he closed his eyes and removed his hand and laced his fingers behind his head. He totally trusted himself to accept whatever I wanted to do to him. I was mesmerised by his thick 5½" circumference cock and straddled him looking down at its pulsing urgency. I bent down and held it in my hand. It was so hard, so thick, so BLACK. I noted the complete contrast of my small pink hand and the menacing virile black man's fucking instrument. I wondered what it would be like to bite the end off and keep it in my mouth forever. I lowered myself closer and closer to it. I was caught between the wicked adultery of receiving another penis inside me, and the pure blameless fidelity of my commitment and the sacred love I had for my devoted husband. I knew what I had to do. I knew Vernon wouldn't hold it against me if I withdrew and dressed and left him to lock up the high school gymnasium. That thought was the way out of this situation. I was relieved and proud of my presence of mind. But I thought I would at least like to see what it would be like to feel the end of a stiff black penis to touch my nether region. The feel of it in my hand felt like I was holding the power of the universe. I lowered my body closer, squatting, hovering above Vernon's big throbbing prick, feeling it pulsing in my hand. As I touched his organ to the sopping lips of my craving sex, a shock of desire coursed through me. Suspended above his throbbing black instrument, I wondered at the contrast to my pale skin and the pink flesh of my exposed sex. 5. Maybe an orgasm could relieve my morbid desire. What if I just rubbed the head of his cock over my clitoris for a climax, then walk away still not fucked and relatively innocent. I ploughed the lips of my drenched vagina with the engorged tip of his soaked member. My legs were turning to jelly, but a climax seemed to be infuriatingly, just beyond my reach. My head stopped functioning and my wicked conduct reared up and dealt me a harsh reminder of who I was. At the same time I was becoming overwhelmed with a new and frightening lust to be fucked. But that grotesquely swollen cock would have to force it's way into me, and that looked very unlikely. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be anywhere other than where I was. But I was consumed with carnal desire. I lowered myself onto that menacing stick. I knew I was about to be stretched between my legs wider than I had ever been before. I couldn't stop myself. I was giving in to unadulterated lust that could cost me my reputation, my wonderful husband and every thing in my life that was important to me. I put that thought aside and tried to deal with my demanding hunger, the adulterous impulse hovering at the edge of my consciousness. I added a little weight to the rigid hardness probing for an opening and felt my vagina lips begin to give way. The throbbing end of his hard instrument did not yield to my weight. I pushed down further wishing that this was not a deliberate act. I had still not been penetrated and was technically still only a one-man woman. My head seemed to be disoriented as I began to feel faint, but the stretched lips of my tortured cunt stretched even further. I watched fascinated as the swollen head of his throbbing cock slowly disappeared in my body. I heard Vernon's voice begin to whimper like a hungry puppy. I felt that menacing cock slowly fill me with shame and flesh, but also a distorted commitment to my own gratification. I hovered above him with the tip of that big black thing inside me. I felt it slowly start reaming in and out of my core as I squatted over it. I had gone too far. As Vernon penetrated my vagina, he began taking his pleasure as he wished. My reassuring innocence vanished. A gate slammed shut behind me and I could never be the same person again. He slowly slid his tool further inside me and I watched it disappear until it was inside me to the hilt. Our genitals were jammed hard to each other. I could see the hunger of my body devouring a big black cock into my wanton cunt. I couldn't get enough of it. My desire for it triggered a build up of arousal, which I finally began to surrender myself to. Vernon was fucking me and I was accepting it. We were at it like 2 rutting bush pigs. He was grunting while I was squealing. He abruptly rolled on top of me groaning and grunting. He hugged me as if I was his true love, but he fucked me like an animal in the wild. My climax hit me hard and racked my lower body. I had totally abandoned myself to him. He sounded as if he had been shot. He ejaculated several gushes of semen into me for nearly a minute before he slowly withdrew his still hard, over sized black prick from my pale tortured body. 6. My thoughts were thunderously loud in the silence. What have I done? How would I respond to my husband's advances. I had tasted the forbidden fruit of adultery. I suddenly felt a rush of affection for Clifton. I couldn't wait to see him. I had to be reassured he loved me. I wanted to run naked through the front door of the gym and find my husband and feel his arms around me. I pushed Vernon away and stood up. I collected my clothes from the floor and walked to the change room. I could feel his semen oozing from inside me, down my legs and could feel his gaze at my back. I stood under the shower and washed his cum away and watched it disappear down the drain with water. But of course it would not leave my mind. Later as I drove home, my religious sensibilities replayed the word 'Adulteress' in my mind and I became angry. I cursed my god for the flood of guilt that invaded my soul. I felt the weight of His judgement. Under my breath, I hissed 'Well Fuck You then'. I added, 'You're not a part of my marriage while I feel this way. My soul is no longer yours. It's mine. Just turn away and leave me to my-self.' It was the closest I came to a heartfelt prayer that I could remember. My intent was now focused on fucking more often. I hope it can be with Clifton. One day a week seems like unnecessarily scant rations. Now I want him more than ever but I will need to change his idea that sex is a distraction from God's work. I wanted my husband and I would be careful and keep our habits the same for a few days, but I thought it time for a few changes. I resolved to give the maximum pleasure to my husband's body, however discreetly but at every chance I could find or create. Fucking once a week was insane when there is that much fun to be had. I thought 'This could turn out to be very good.' In other moments, I thought 'Who else is there who might fuck me?' but perished that thought as it started.