0 comments/ 19126 views/ 5 favorites Cumming Into The New Ch. 01 By: blqlite *The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER ONE - CUM TO THINK OF IT I remember when I first met Linda. She was a frequent guest at the casino where I worked. A co-worker Eddy who was showing me "the ropes" had mentioned the fact that "You'll get to know people here and they will get to know you too." I didn't give it much thought thinking of course it was possible, but there is getting to "know" somebody and getting to really know them. As far as the getting to know me part I figured they'd know me as a face in the crowd and if they came in often enough they'd get to know my face, perhaps remember my name from my name tag and that would be that. Just as one might know people in their community on sight and with passing greetings. No big deal. It was Eddy that actually introduced me to Linda saying that she was a "very nice lady" and in time I got to know that about her. When she called me by name I knew it was because she did see me as more than a "fixture" at the casino and so I always stopped by to speak to her whenever I saw her. Usually that was on the gaming floor as she played her favorite slot machines, and sipped her rum and cokes. She was normally alone. I always wondered why a woman like her might be by herself at 4:00 in the morning gambling. I wondered "don't you have something better to be doing." You see even though in the casino business why someone might choose to gamble isn't really the general concern. The fact is people like Linda is what we are about. "Providing entertainment for people with DISPOSABLE TIME AND MONEY." Their choice. Of course if someone had a gambling problem we were always prepared to help them face it and offered information posted on a hotline. But that was up to the individual the same way it was for the "drunks" who may have a problem but unless they caused a "problem" or was obviously "loaded" we might not serve them any more that evening but again we were not going to assume an intervention was required. Now when I say a "woman like her" I mean your average everyday woman. Someone's wife, mother, grandmother. Ordinary but in a very nice way. She had a "nice" face and smile to go with it and as far as her body goes, she was always tastefully and casually dressed and was not over weight by any means certainly not thin and I guess I would go so far as to say she was "attractive" though I'm sure no one might see her quite the way I do. But then again I have always had a thing for older mature women. The ones you see in common places like the supermarket, on a bus or church if you were a church goer. I've always been turned on by mature women. After all, when I was growing up, a young boys fancy and sexual cravings came by way of the women in the Sears and Montgomery-Wards catalogs. The lingerie pages were the closest thing boys in my day had to porn. So the sight of a woman in a girdle, bra, slip, half-slip was what we drooled and jerked off to. Mature women... mom types... MILF's before the term ever hit the street... and GILF's too. Girls our age in "training bras" NO WAY. There was another thing "imprinted" on my young sexual mind. Another product of the times. All of them were white. Took a long time before black women started appearing in those catalogs and when I say black I mean the light bright and damn near white sisters. The Diane Carrol "Julia" "acceptable" "colored" girls. When they showed up as "tokens" on those pages the lingerie section of those catalogs became smaller and smaller. Sure I was turned on by them and in fact looked for them especially. After all there was a "revolution" in America and supporting black pride was key. I supported every black lingerie model... well THE black lingerie model they always seemed to feature... with more masturbation cock stands of attention with a full 21 goo gun salute. More times than I could number. But the imprinting on mature white women just kind of remained. It's not that I had a "preference" to white women. I've bedded probably a dozen and was in serious relationships with 2. One lasted about 8 years and she was 10 years older than me. A MILF/GILF that was way past the apostrophe "d" for me and "like" stage... not a MOTHER/GRANDMOTHER "I'd" LIKE TO FUCK... but a MOTHER/GRANDMOTHER I LOVED FUCKING. When it was over between us I went on to eventually marry my wife (younger than me by 8 years and black). So I had no expressed preference for women outside my race. When it did get serious with two of them all I can say is I made good use of the fact that we were an interracial couple even if that wasn't why we got together to begin with. I would say anyone that doesn't make it a "big deal" with their sexual partners is missing the whole trip though I doubt if anyone is ever sexually involved as in my case with a white woman and not milked it for all it was worth. It may have been the first time they got used to hearing and identifying with the word "Cock." Growing up on "my side of the tracks" we had "Dicks." White guys may have had "cocks" and called you a "cocksucker" when they got mad. But WE were strictly dickly. We had Dicks... not cocks and certainly not "pricks" either but when a white guy called you a prick you knew what he meant. But then one day you get involved with a white woman and suddenly your "dick" becomes a "Cock." But not just that, what it really becomes is a "Black Cock" to her and if you have anything close to the average sized "Black Cock" than surely she will say it is a "BIG BLACK COCK" (Yes The BBC it ain't just TV for Brits anymore). From that point on if the term "cock" was not in your vocabulary it will be. In fact you will stop calling it a DICK anymore. There are guys named "Dick" and most of them were a bunch of "pricks.".. Nixon, Cheney etc. But have you ever met a guy named "Cock?" No because it is the proper name for your "shclong." I won't bore you with it but Google "different names for a "penis" and the top of the heap it will point you to a page entitled 174 ways to call a penis something other than "penis"!... Well Boys have a penis and if I'm going to the Dr. for something related to my COCK we can call it a penis... But it is in all senses a BIG BLACK COCK if I do say so myself. That is what I have been told by all the white women I have fucked and the two I was in love with especially. Music to my ears to hear. Makes it BIGGER and COCKIER and I guess white women know that since that is without a doubt something she'll be saying quite often and screaming quite often if you know what's good for both of you. But the beginning of this story is really to tell you more about Linda and how it is that eventually she called my "dick" a "Cock" and then a "Black Cock" and finally a "BIG BLACK COCK." Mind you for her to say anything at all was a stretch. When she was growing up from a little girl starting out 11 years before I was on the planet, nice little girls just didn't go around saying things and thinking things about boys period except they were "yuckie." Even as a teenager she didn't think about such things. She was a "good girl" and in fact all she knew on her wedding night at the age of 24 was that like it or not she would have to get naked with her new husband for the first time and they were going to "go all the way." She hoped like hell that he knew what he was doing cause she didn't have a clue. Not really. All her mom would tell her is that it is what married people do when they fall in love after they get married and that she was sorry to tell her that at first it was going to hurt and not be shocked when she bleeds and it won't feel right until it stops hurting and then it will be ok and she won't mind it so much when "He wants to do it." "Doing it when he wants to do it is what that part of marriage is all about. It's part of a wife's duties like cooking and cleaning and such. He'll want to do it a lot at first but eventually it will start to be less and less and of course when you get pregnant he won't be able to really do it and just before and after the baby comes the Dr. will tell him he can't do it for a long time till you are "better" Then the baby will keep you both up and eventually become a child that you have to be sure doesn't walk in on you for heaven's sake... another baby... another break for you and so on till you figure you have had enough babies then you can keep him at bay because he won't want to get you pregnant and men HATE having to wear a condom. So what other choice do you have." But Linda was shocked when her mother went so far as to say... "So if he happens to have an affair on you, as long as he hides it well enough so you don't have to deal directly with it and people are not talking let him have his fun. You'll be glad to share that "chore" believe me. Fact is better he take up with someone he knows so he can be "safe" going about it then go give some prostitute money you need for groceries and such. I mean many of them are colored girls and you certainly don't want to sleep next to a man that went anywhere near a colored gal. They are not clean and they keep diseases and for heaven sake some of them try and get pregnant so they can blackmail white men to pay them to get abortions." That was the advice Linda got from her mom and she never dared to check it out with anyone else. Friends talked about recipes and home remedies and stuff like that. For women Linda's age there was no sexual revolution. It did hurt the first time and she did bleed. Eventually it wasn't so bad and eventually he didn't bother her with it. She was a 27 year old mother of 3 before a friend who actually worked and was not "just a housewife" slipped her a copy of Nancy Friday's "My Secret Garden" in 1974 a year after it first came out. Until then she knew nothing about women having fantasies and she never would even think about herself having one. She at first refused to read beyond the first few pages but her friend Maggie refused to take it back. She could have tossed it but it was hard to deny how it made her face flush and the strange wetness that dribbled down her leg. That had scared her a bit and she thought she was bleeding even though her period had ended a week and a half ago. She was relieved to find no blood but did notice something was "different down there in her privates." They felt puffy and a bit swollen and she had no idea what that "thing" was that was sticking out a little bit. It had never done that before. She touched it and whispered "Oh my God." What was happening to her? She knew it had to have something to do with that book. She quickly hid it in the drawer with her undies. No one would ever look in there. It was then she decided that she needed another book that everyone was talking about in 1969. She had never even dared to think about it but suddenly she wanted to get help quickly and if Nancy Friday's book had done something to her that was not suppose to happen, the only Dr. she wanted to tell her was Dr. David Reuben. She decided to go buy a copy of his book the very next day. "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex: But Were Afraid to Ask." He was a doctor and this wasn't a "sex" book is what she kept telling herself. But then she thought if she asked for a copy or was seen buying it at the local bookstore somebody would find out. Her town was just that small."Maggie" she thought... "She'll buy it for me and I can trust her." She quickly dialed her friend's number after her husband left for work and the kids had not gotten up yet. "You want a copy of that book?" Maggie asked. "I think I need it" said Linda almost ashamed to admit it. "Well frankly My Secret Garden is a better sex book and truthful about women for a change... but if you want to read what another guy with a "prick" has to say about shit they don't even know about you can have mine. I don't use it. Fact is I gave you the Nancy Friday book cause I bought another one. I use that quite often." Linda didn't get what she meant by "using the book" and she had never heard Maggie say such a word like "prick" before. Not that she was totally clueless. Her husband said words like "prick" and "cock" when they were in bed together having sex. He even said the word "cunt" but it wasn't like when she had ever heard that word before. She hoped not because he told her she had a "sweet cunt" and it didn't make her angry. She supposed it was how he said it not just that he said it. She ignored most of the words he said and she tried to think of something else when they had sex. Fortunate for her if he said those words suddenly a lot and especially when he said she had a "sweet cunt" she knew he was almost done with her and she could go wash up and read a book or something else while he snored away. She waited for Maggie to drop off the book. When she went to the bathroom first thing the next morning she saw she wasn't as "swollen" and as red down there and what ever that was that had been sticking out wasn't anymore. But she was still scared a bit and very very confused... END OF CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO - CUMMING TO KNOW Preview; In the next Chapter Maggie helps Linda discover what was poking out between her legs and what it is for. She discovers the art of masturbation and is content with it for many years till her golden age and a new social sexual openness catches up with her. Stay Tuned you won't want to miss what's cumming next! Cumming Into The New Ch. 02 *The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER TWO - CUMMING TO KNOW Linda was a bit nervous as she waited for Maggie to show up with "the book." She wondered if she was doing the right thing. She admired Maggie for having a certain sense of self apart from the other women she knew. She along with the rest were defined by their roles as "housewives." Their entire day was mapped out for them by the traditional roles they played as wives and mothers as ever the case may be. Linda's day started by getting up and seeing to it her husbands clothes were ready, his morning coffee was brewed and his clothes were hanging neatly for him to get dressed. Then she'd prepare his breakfast and wait for him to appear at the kitchen table. The television was her time keeper. Greg, her husband, would be downstairs just as the morning news was reporting the weather. Like clockwork, she could count on it. "Now that's the job I need" he was often known to repeat as if it was news to Linda. "That guy has a 50-50 chance of being right and if he is wrong..." "No one will fire him" Linda finished his sentence routinely. "Exactly!" Greg would proclaim. "If I don't get it right just one time, just one time they want my balls." He liked to see her blush when he said the word "balls." He'd then sip his coffee and his breakfast was served. "So what do you have going on today Kitten" he ask as if he cared or better yet, as if he didn't already know. But today he would have guessed wrong. "Well I'm having my sister pick up the kids kind of early" "What? Pick up the kids?" her husband questioned. "Yes she agreed to watch them for me." "What? Well that is news to me, why is that?" "Well hun, I have a lot of housework to get done today and Yvette offered to watch the kids so they aren't under foot" "Oh" Greg said implying his approval. "Yeah I guess." "She'll bring them back after "Days of Our Lives." "Oh OK" he said so very disinterested and not knowing what that meant exactly. The "Soaps" and other TV shows was how she was able to keep track of time, he'd never understand her housewife system but for her it worked. Greg finished his breakfast, drained his coffee cup and with a peck on Linda's cheek was out the door just as Willard Scott was wishing Annabelle Murphy a Happy 94th Birthday. Just like clockwork. Yvette and the kids were out the door just before "As The World Turns" came on. Maggie showed up half way through it. A freshly brewed pot of coffee and Linda was waiting for her. Patiently waiting for her. Something was different about it all. Linda could feel it in her bones. She wasn't sure what was going to be said or how she would say it. Maggie took the lead. "Well I brought the book, but I have to tell you it is really not that hot." "What do you mean?" "Well like I said a man can't tell us anything about sex" "But he's a doctor" "He's just another spare prick walking around just like most of them that haven't got a clue" Linda knew from this point on she had to let Maggie tell her what she had no idea of. After all, Maggie "knows" things she had no idea of. "Maggie are you off today?" "Aaaa I could use a break so I called off" "Really, won't you get in trouble?" "Fuck 'em, they need me and they know it and they know I know it. Let those pencil neck pricks say something, I wish they would. Fuck 'em" Linda tried hard not to look as embarrassed as she felt by the way her friend talked. "So anyway Toots what is it you think you need help with?" "Well frankly I don't know how to put it" "Come on, we can talk just us girls, which frankly is what the book is really all about. Finally Nancy Friday had the balls to let women say what the fuck is really on their minds" Women... with "the balls" Linda was even more embarrassed by the term then when Greg said it routinely. "Come on tell me what's on your mind, I'm your friend" "Wellllll this isn't easy for me but I read just the first chapter" "Oh yeah JOHNNY UNITE US" Maggie exclaimed. "Yes the woman at a football game and then a stranger is putting his thing between her legs..." "No deary, a stranger is putting his "COCK" between her legs, not his thing" "Right, that thing" "Linda you are a grown woman, little boys have "things", men, a man has a COCK... it isn't the same." Linda was feeling the same flush she felt when she opened the book. The same wetness was beginning to happen between her legs. She was even more confused as to what it all meant. Maggie saw her face go scarlet. "Let me ask you something. Forget the book for a minute. As you were growing up, only you know, after you had your period for the first time, didn't you get... well feelings in your pussy?" "My what?" "Your pussy Sweety, you do have one you know" "Oh Maggie I don't know maybe I made a mistake to bring this up" "Listen Sweety there is nothing to be ashamed of. You have a pussy, a cunt. Like it or not it is what you a full blooded grown ass woman has "down there" Honey. Like Areatha says "Let's call this song exactly what it is" Maggie said so very bluntly. "Well yes I have a vagina" Linda could hardly believe she said it herself. "Sweety am I your friend or you gynecologist? Vagina? Fuck that. You have a pussy, a cunt, a snatch, a twat, a hairy beaver..." "Wait" Linda was even more flushed and it was suddenly getting very hot in there for her. "Wait my ass, you got something "down there" different than me and every other female has? OK call it what you will Babycakes but it is what it is." Linda began to tear up. She really felt she had made a mistake. Maggie sensed the depth of her naivete and realized she was coming on way too strong for her. So she changed her approach, after all it was Linda who "needed to know everything about sex but was afraid to ask" she reminded herself. "OK I see now. Let me ask you a question. What is it you think you need to know? Talk to me. I will shut up and listen. I really want to help you." Then she added, "Got any wine or booze"? "Isn't it too early for a drink"? "What time is it"? Linda checked with the TV. "Well the "Young and the Restless" just came on so...." "So it is time we had a cocktail for two, don't you think?" Linda decided to go for it even in spite of what she felt she should do. She grabbed a bottle of Merlot and led Maggie into the living room. They sat together on the sofa and sipped the first glass in silence. Linda seldom drank much at all and one glass had a bigger effect on her then she realized. "OK, can I explain things my way in my own words?" "Absolutely please" Maggie sighed. "Well you see I read that first chapter and something happened to me. My face felt flush and down there... Oh God... my pussy felt strange." Even Maggie knew that saying pussy was a stretch but the labors in the California vineyards were not for nothing and the Merlot made it easier for her to say it. "How so?" "I'm not sure, different strange" "Did it feel different good strange or different bad strange? "Well that is just it... I don't know I never felt it like that before." Maggie was a bit taken aback by the statement and may have pressed, no pried even more. Surely a grown woman with a husband AND kids should know her body better than what she was hearing Linda say but she decided not to jump to any conclusions. Linda was obviously very suppressed sexually and Maggie felt a very different sense of the help her friend needed. "Tell" was all she said and let Linda and the Merlot find the right words. "Maggie, something happened down there, OK I'll try and say it plainly but bear with me, I have never experienced this so as far as talking about it frankly as you may... please bear with me" Again Maggie simply said "Tell" and tried her best to look softly at her friend and supportive. "OK, well frankly my... my pussy felt wet and I went to look cause I thought something was wrong. I went into the bathroom and checked for blood but it was just wet. It looked a bit swollen and... and... something right at the top of it was sticking or poking out. That has never happened before." Now Maggie took a long sip of her wine and nodded her head. She reached for Linda's hand and held it lovingly. "Sweety... that is all very natural for a woman. When a woman gets, well aroused her body reacts and by that I mean... ummmm errr ahhh... she gets wet "down there" and her private parts... well... they change. It is very natural" "But it has never happened to me before" Linda exclaimed. "Never?" "Nope" "Even when you were young and used to... you know... play with yourself?" "Maggie I don't even know what you mean by that" "Honey... we need something more than Merlot... at least I feel like I do. Got any Bourbon?" Linda went to her husband's liquor cabinet "No Bourbon but we have rum." "Good enough." Linda came back with a bottle of Bacardi. "What goes with it?" "Coke Babydoll, rum and coke." "Oh we drink Pepsi." "Same thing" Maggie poured her drink and one for Linda. After what one would call a belt Maggie looked at Linda and said "Do you trust me?" "Of course I do, you are the only one I would even think to talk about this to. You are not like the other women I know" "Sweety I have just figured out I am not like anyone else you know and YOU certainly are not like anyone else I know. But that is a good thing because today we are going to really get to know each other better and you are going to learn things about yourself." "How can you be so sure of that?" Linda wondered. "Baby girl you don't even know what your clit is but you are about to find out and once you do you will be way through and beyond the looking glass. Trust me." Linda said. "I do. I do Trust you." and from that point on she let herself be in Maggie's hands. . "That thing you found sticking out on top of your thing down there." "My pussy Maggie, please No more kid gloves." "OK, fine that was your clitoris that was sticking out. Your clit for short." Linda nodded "Oh I heard of those before but I never knew what that really meant." "Well if you were to look at it really it looks a bit like the head of your husband's ummmm" "COCK!" Linda found the courage in her glass of rum to say. "Exactly! Maggie felt a triumph hearing her friend loosen her tongue. "YES COCK HEAD. But frankly it is even better to have a clit. I could tell you the biology about the number of nerve endings we have in our clits than a roomful of men have in the head of their cocks but again trust me. Your clit poked out because it was excited by what you read." "Really?" "Yes really. Fact is my clit's been doing the same thing as you and I have been talking." "Your kidding... why?" "Why?" "Yes why? There are no men around, no ummmm talk about men or about ummmmm cocks... cocks... wow I can't believe I am saying that so easy." "Well, let me see how I can put this... women, a woman does not absolutely need a "cock" to feel aroused." Linda now really Barcardi bold said, "Well frankly I have been married to one for over 3 years and this has never happened to me before." Maggie couldn't help but laugh but then she turned very serious and said, "Here if you don't believe me I guess maybe I better show you." Maggie reached down and pulled her sweatpants and her panties down to her ankles. She leaned back and spread her legs wide. Linda stared transfixed at her friend and directly between her legs to be exact. She saw that like she had been yesterday the area between Maggie's legs was swollen and a button of flesh was protruding out. Maggie's "clit" seemed to be not as big as Linda's looked to her when she had examined herself but it was there to be sure. "Touch it. Go on and touch it. Gently with your fingers. Feel my clit. Right here. Touch it." Linda heard it in Maggie's voice and saw it in her eyes. She knew it was OK. She placed her finger lightly on the little nub. She had no idea what exactly to expect but she was feeling very warm between her own legs. "See. Natural for a woman. This is where a woman really begins. It is not what goes into your pussy that makes the difference. All the difference of a woman is right there where your finger is now." Linda could not get over what she was feeling. If there was such a thing as feeling a "rush" this was it. Maggie looked her directly in her eyes and said, "Now show me. Show me your pussy, let me see your clit. Do it. Give." Linda was not reluctant to do just that just then. She stood up and removed her skirt. She almost snatched her panties off as if they were burning her skin. Naked from the waist down she parted her legs. The patch of hair parted like a curtain opening and there was her clit popping straight out and throbbing like a thing with a heart and pulse of all it's own. In the split second Linda knew what it was. Maggie looked at her and suddenly without warning grabbed the back of Linda's ass and pulled her right into her waiting mouth. So quickly her lips were on Linda she didn't have any time to protest or to move away. Maggie's tongue darted against her flesh and her hands held Linda's ass firmly. Linda reach down and placed her hands on the back of Maggie's head. She didn't quite understand why but instead of pushing her away she was pulling her even closer. "Ohhh Ohhhh Ohhh " Linda gasped. Maggie meanwhile was speaking but Linda could not quite get what she was saying. "Ohhh myyy ohhhh myyyy Maggie... Magggiiiieeeeeee... Ohhhhh GOD.... Magggieeee... The next thing Linda knew a word came out of her depths and burst past her lips... "FUCK" she said and then she said it again but it came out "OH FUCK" this time. Her hands held Maggie's head tightly against her... and suddenly everything about her whole body just went haywire and she felt as if she was about to explode. "Ohhh my sweet fucking cuuunt" Linda had no idea why she had screamed those last words. They just kind of poured out of her and she felt as if her whole body were pouring out of every part of her skin. Her head was spinning and she felt her as if the blood in her pussy was bubbling. Her nipples were on fire and electricity raced from them, down her spine and zapped into her pussy but it was all exploding in her clit as Maggie sucked, nibbled and even bit it but all ever so lightly...Her hands left Maggie's head and shot out straight. They trembled and so did her whole body it seemed and just as quickly as Maggie had taken her, Linda fell back and away and crashed back into the sofa. Convulsing, sweating and panting she felt wave after wave toss her body back and forth. Her hands shot between her legs and she curled into a fetal position. She couldn't move. She couldn't talk. She felt helpless and at the same time she felt... "powerful". That made no sense at all to her. She shuddered a few times and could barely sense the quilt Maggie threw over her. She was very dazed and could not tell how long it was before she was able to raise up and look across at Maggie. Maggie said not a word but just smiled and nodded. Then suddenly Linda felt the uncontrollable urge to laugh and so that is just what she did. Maggie laughed with her. Then she laid down behind Linda and put an arm just under her breasts. Linda pulled that same arm in tight after kissing Maggie's hand. Then she drifted off to sleep. When the opening theme for "Days of Our Lives" began Linda's eye's shot open. The warmth and feel of Maggie's body lay obviously behind her. She did a furious flashback of what had happened between them and if ever she felt confused she was confused by the need to be confused. "Maggie... Maggie?" "Yeah?" Maggie responded finally. "Maggie what happened? I mean what does this mean? Oh my God have I been a lesbian all this time???" Maggie had to laugh but this time she laughed alone. "Oh God is that is what is the matter here?" "Sweety trust me you are no lesbian" Maggie said again laughing. "Well, welll are you one? I mean if you are that's OK but I can't be one with you Maggie I'm sorry... I just..." Maggie reached for Linda's left nipple and gave it a little squeeze. "Relax Babes you are not a lesbian as far as I can tell and trust me neither am I... I love cock too much for that. With me it's just that I don't have any problem being sexual with a woman at all. Not that I get much of a chance to but hell, it's not everyday a virgin comes your way." With that Linda flipped over abruptly and put some distance between them so she could confront Maggie face to face. "But what just happened? You... I... We..." "We what Linda? What did we do? You really don't have a clue do you?" "Please don't do this. I asked you to help me. To be a friend, my friend" "You think I'm not?" "I have no fucking idea what to think." Linda's loose language was taking her even by surprise. "What we did Maggie. What does it mean? I'm confused. It felt too good at one point to stop then whatever happened I really can't even say and now I don't know how to feel." "Well how it felt to you then when it was happening and how it feels to you now is what you need to think about. I can't tell you how you feel if it is good or bad. But trust me Honey, you did not just become a lesbian. Just like that. No you have nothing to worry about if that bothers you. If you ask me what happened is you became a "woman". Linda thought abut what she was hearing. "I thought I was a woman... I'm married with kids and I'm 27 years old". "Yes." Maggie nodded and yesterday and all before that you had a clit and didn't know it and didn't know what your clit can do. Now you know. No looking back Lindy." "I don't get it. That isn't all I don't get. Yesterday you said you "used" Nancy Friday's book. How?". Maggie leaned up on her elbow, looked at Linda and again had to remind herself just how clueless Linda was. "I use it to masturbate. You know. I read the fantasies these women have and as I do I play with myself. It's a good book but frankly it is a sex book to me. I get off reading and playing with my pussy till I make myself cum. You have done that right?" "Come? Where? How? And no I have never "played" with myself. Don't get me wrong I know the word "masturbation" but isn't that what boys do? How can I masturbate I don't have a... a.... Hell "cock" ok... I said it... How do you masturbate if you are not a boy?". Maggie looked at the time. "Is it that late already?" "Well Days of Our Lives" is still on but when it's over I have to start dinner." "Well then I haven't a whole lot of time to show you but trust me, women masturbate just like men. Girls masturbate like boys and in fact science is convinced that girls masturbate while still in their mother's womb." "Oh for God sake how would they know that?" "That's science for you... Now let me show you how I do it. However you do it is up to you. Again it is natural." With that Maggie began to play with her pussy. She maintained eye contact with Linda who could only stare. Meanwhile the sensation flushed her body. She was feeling urges she could not explain. As Maggie rubbed her cunt Linda wondered if she was supposed to put her mouth on Maggie's pussy the way she'd done Linda. "Oh My God." Linda struggled again about not knowing what to do. She started to dive in but chickened out. Maggie kept fingering herself till she managed to pull a rabbit out of her hat for the audience. Just then "Days of Our Life" went off and Linda snapped back to reality. Cumming Into The New Ch. 02 "Yvette will be bringing the kids home. I have to start Greg's dinner." "Relax Sweety, we now return you to your regular programming." Linda wasn't quite sure if she was trying to be funny or insulting. Maggie meant what she was saying. "I'll call you later." "OK and Maggie... ummm errr thanks. Really." "We'll talk." Maggie went out the door and Linda went about doing as many chores as she could so Greg would know she did what she told him. She turned on "Bowling for Dollars." Greg would be home just before the six o'clock news. Yvette rang the door. The baby was sound asleep. Her life resumed it's routine. Like sands through an hourglass. With one exception. Now she had learned to masturbate and that was what she did for most of her adult married life. Sex with Greg like everything else was all routine and she was OK with that. But she eventually wanted more. That is where I cum in. END OF CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE - COME CUM NOW, LADY Preview; In the next Chapter Linda decides to plan to take on a Lover with more help and encouragement from Maggie. She turns to me for help and I decide to oblige her. Stay Tuned you won't want to miss what's cumming UP next! Cumming Into The New Ch. 03 *The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER THREE - COME CUM NOW, LADY Everything you may have read about Linda till now is what I learned from her as I got to know her better. The bonds of trust allowed her to share it with me. Because her story is one that can be written of so many I have shared it. Some forget and some will never really know the generational difference of so many like her as compared to today. Born into a world of being innocent and naive, dominated by men who felt that was the proper way. Men who wanted to keep an advantage over those they wished to control to retain their power. Fearing the power of a woman to be superior and like wise frankly a race. But time does change things and it has. Mind you I don't condemn her husband for being so naive himself as to not know how to emancipate her sexual being. That was not his fault at all. It was the "norm" and who could blame him for being a "normal" man. But as the times have changed and people right along with it he only knew what he knew, did what he did and she loved him just the way he was. She knew no better herself and submitted to him just as her mother instructed her to. Linda never had another close encounter with Maggie as she did that day and they never really spoke of it again. But throughout the years Maggie remained her confidant and that is where this story picks up. Having learned that she could achieve an orgasm. Having learned that she could make herself cum through masturbation. Linda accepted satisfying herself in trade for what her husband neglected to give her. In her mind it was a fair enough trade. So, when they "had sex" she waited for him to fall asleep and his snoring became her cue. She'd read the yellowed pages of "My Secret Garden" by the light on her bed stand and "used it" just like Maggie had said. Soon she had enough fantasies of her own to spur her on. She could turn out the light and let her own thoughts take her. Those thoughts became like her "Soaps." She was a nurse sometimes in love with a doctor who offered to "examine" her. Or perhaps she was an orphaned girl who met a man she only found out later was actually her brother. Linda discovered the more taboo the subject was the better. So she eventually got stuck on what was the greatest of all to her way of thinking. Linda began to think of being taken by a Black Man. All the things she'd ever heard about the size and lust of a Black Man became her erotic fixation. Perhaps it had something to do with what her mother said about not wanting her husband to have to resort to Black prostitutes. She fantasized about the sexual promiscuity that was tied to the race. Of course it was the reputed size of a Black Man that she thought about. After all she was part of the "bigger is better" generation. She wanted BIGGER and she wanted BETTER. She felt along with everything else her husband neglected to give her, it was not his fault. Besides, she never found much about him to think about as he left her snoring. So he was never a part of it. She gave him what he wanted as a wifely duty and since he never attempted to give her more or knew how, she conjured thoughts of who might. Her most powerful masturbation orgasms came thinking of what it would be like to be taken by a Black Man. Not by force mind you but taken in the sense that she could not stop it from happening simply because she did not want it to stop from happening. It was what she wanted. Her "soap opera" fantasy became one of a brilliant Black doctor. One she admired and one she trusted and one she wanted. "He" understood her "innocence" and was not trying to take advantage of it. All the same, when she allowed him to know her needs and desires, he was ready willing and able to TAKE HER just as she wanted to be taken. Taken but still in control. She didn't want to be degraded. She did not want to be a "slut." She did not want to be "his bitch." She wanted to be a woman wanted and taken by a man who wanted her to have what she needed and nothing more. Certainly she wanted nothing less. She had that with her husband for all the years he was able. Now, when even that was not possible, her mind and her body wanted to know what it felt like to be a "real woman" taken by a "real man." Just once. Just once. And so it became more than just a fantasy for her when she reached the age of "now or never." However she came to the conclusion to approach me all I can say now after the fact is it made sense for the both of us. I may not have been a "doctor" though coincidentally I had wanted to be one. I was not exactly a "free agent", being married as well myself. But I am a sexual being and very understanding and frankly I had coveted thoughts about Linda which I kept to myself. As I got to know her better and talked to her on the casino floor I could not deny how much she resembled my own secret fantasy. I could not deny my attraction to a woman like her as I explained in chapter one of this story. She'd become part of my own masturbation "soaps." Every time I saw her, pushing her husband's wheel chair (after I got to know she didn't come to the casino alone), I would see how she walked with a "swagger". Whenever she saw me she gave me a hug and those hugs turned to embraces I found myself looking forward to them. Then one night as I was working security for a concert standing in front of the stage to make sure no one attempted to get up with the celebrities, dancing with the crowd to make them feel I was not just some stiff looking to stop their fun, Linda suddenly was right there. We danced together. I liked it a lot but wondered just how her husband felt sitting there in his wheelchair. But, she had started "the dance" and I was not to refuse it. So I "danced her". After that there were times I wanted to be so bold as to warn her about how "dangerous" it was to have danced with me the mere mortal I am. I began to fantasize about telling her how she came to mind for me as I stroked my cock which even though being married I do like most married men I assume. There is a big difference from a sex orgasm and a masturbation orgasm. One has nothing to do with the other and there is no shame in enjoying them that way. I have tried very hard t get my wife to understand this but she doesn't. I'm sure like many wives she thinks if I have to masturbate something must be wrong. Wrong with HER, wrong with ME, wrong with US. NOT AT ALL. It was my first sexual experience. NORMAL... and for all I know it may be my last. I'm sure Linda would agree to that. It does not mean you are "dissatisfied" or your partner isn't living up to your needs even though it was just that for Linda. In my case I just like to masturbate when I feel like doing so. So I do. But just like Linda I don't as a rule imagine I am with my wife. Why would or should I? Masturbation is "free range." It's not about what I "could be doing" because frankly I could be doing that. It's more about "what could I be doing and who, and how" because in the reality of it all, really I'm doing one person. ME. So, when Linda first approached me I was taken a bit "off guard" but not really. She came into the casino as usual. Pushing her husband as usual. Stopped to greet me as usual and gave me the usual hug I looked forward to. But when the "embrace" which it had turned to ended she said "How late are you working tonight I need to ask you a question but not right now?" Her eyes were sparkling but I've seen the look before so I thought not much and told her my schedule. "I'll see you soon then, before you leave" she said with a nod. I nodded back. She pushed her husband onto the gaming floor and I watched her like so many times before. Having thoughts like so many times before and thinking nothing else like so many times before. Little did I know this was not to be like so many times before. Linda had come to the casino with a lot more on her mind than I could have ever imagined but was bound to find out. Little did I know then but Linda had a plan and she had ran it by her friend Maggie. She wanted to feel what Maggie had felt so many times with men though she wasn't ever going to desire to be with a woman. Not like she was with Maggie that one time. Not like Maggie had been with other women other than her. But she wanted to feel a man not just on top of her as her husband, the only one, had been till he was no longer able to. She did not want to be just a place for a man, any other man besides her husband to "dump" his load into. She wanted "Love American Style, sky rockets in flight, afternoon delight". She wanted to be taken by a real man with a real cock and she wanted the brass ring. To her the cock was very big and so it was Black like in legend and in her fantasy. She wasn't a "nurse" so he did not have to be a "doctor." In fact she told herself she knew the difference between what was real, could be real and what she might really be able to make real. It was me. "Well Deary, you know what I say. Go for it. He can only say two things, YES or NO, and from what you've told me sounds like a good bet so I say let 'em roll". "I think so after all, I know enough about him to know he's a good man, happy with his wife, but something tells me if he had as much to lose he'd be very discreet. Maggie bottom line is if I am going to do this, well there is something about him I want". "Ever masturbate thinking of him"? "OMG what do you think? Yes! Why?" "Well if he already has you like that... well if you do it with him actually you'll get what you want. At the end of the day isn't that what matters? Sweety all I can say is the Black Man is the best fantasy and best reality I've ever had bar none. So if you are gong to fuck someone you fantasize about fuck some one that fits the bill. You trust him?" "Yes, I really think so." "Trust your pussy?" "What? I don't think I know what you mean." "Pussy knows best! Trust what you feel in your cunt!" Linda did just that. Trusted what she felt in her cunt and thought about what she wanted to feel in it. Her thoughts were that she'd trust that I would be a safe person to recruit. She started to fixate on what it would be like. She masturbated thinking of it furiously. Her pussy was controlling her. She was insatiable and she could not turn back. Of course she did wonder what if I rebuked the idea. But something Maggie had said to her made sense. "Listen Sweety, you are a grown woman and you are a gambler. You go to that casino and sit at the same machine time and time again. You win a little and you lose a little." "No truth is I lose a lot compared to what I win" Linda said almost ashamed to admit it. "Well Honey it's all in the game. Why do you think we call it "getting lucky?" I think you should roll the dice, bet on Black to win. Eight the hard way... think of it, if this is really what you want then gamble. What do you have to lose? You just might hit a jackpot and from the way you describe this gentleman I have a feeling he'll be fine with you asking and I doubt if he'll say anything to make you feel awkward." "I think your right, he's really a sweet guy. I just wonder how to approach him." "Well if you want my advice, somethings you have to ease up to and somethings you have to just charge right in. Most men never have a woman grab them by the balls, look 'em straight in the eyes and say let's start fucking... but most of the ones I know dream about it." "Hmmm I wonder if I could have enough nerve to do anything like that?" "Honey it's your call. You can keep sitting at that same machine hoping it will pay off or you can play one that will give you better odds. I say put it all on Black. Spin the wheel. What do you have to loose?" Linda had to admit when she thought of it that way it seemed to make sense. What did she have to lose? Even if I said no or stopped speaking to her that would be too bad but not the end of the world. She came to her conclusion. All or nothing at all. No beating around the bush. She'd get right to it. She felt her pussy pulse wildly as she thought of what was to come. So when she came to me and said... "We know each other and so I want to ask you. Would you ever consider fucking someone if it was just one time between you two and that person did not want to mess up your married life?" "Excuse me?" "You heard me, please just answer." "Well do you want to fuck me Linda?" I said feeling a bit embolden and wanting to see just how bold she was. "YES I DO! But I want to know if you'd be willing to." "In your case I'd have to say yes." "What does that mean, my case." "Well cause I have thought about it..." "What have you though about?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes!" "Linda can I ask you something now just to stop beating around the bush?" "I could say some thing" "Let me... do you want to fuck?" "I do!" "Me?" "I do... only if you can agree to it! Yes I want to fuck, and yes I want to fuck you... but only if we both agree to leave everything and everyone else out of it. I know you love your wife and I love my husband. He may not be able to really fuck me but he never was. You, you are married and I know you love your wife so I think as long as we don't pretend they don't exist but at the same time we both want to fuck each other... well I can only say I want to fuck you! I want to feel your cock, your black cock in my cunt just one time! I want you in me balls deep and I want to grind my clit up against you so very bad... is that a bad thing?" I know my face felt flush even if Linda missed it. Some people think Blacks don't/can't blush. "Let me say this about that" I started. "I wanna fuck you. I do. So if you say yes I say yes!" "Well I say yes too cause I want this more than you know" "OK we both know we want to now how? I can't hurt my wife and don't want to hurt your husband but yes... I really want to fuck you...to come right to the point"! "Then you've already read my mind and we have both come to the same point. I wanna fuck and I wanna fuck you if you will let me!" "Let you? Come cum now, Lady why wouldn't I?" Amazing how such a conversation could take place in a crowded room, but that is the casino world for you. Noise and excitement, music and flashing lights. None flashier than those in Linda's smoky eyes. She gave me a hug and whispered, "Just give me a bit to figure out how we can do this ok?" "You let me know and I can't thank you enough really. I can't help my attraction for a woman like you and I thought I would never get a chance to be with a woman like you again. You are right I don't want to hurt my wife and I wouldn't want to risk anything and that goes for you too. I wouldn't want this to end our friendship." "I think it will be fine, it's like the perfect storm". "Yeah! Operation Perfect Storm... I love getting caught up in a storm, lightning, thunder getting soaked to the bone." I knew the words were fired for effect. "Mmmmmm I'd love to get you caught up in my storm so I could soak you to the bone." "Well looks like the forecast is mighty blackhead cumming your way I'd say you're bound to get awfully wet." "Well perhaps you'll want to cum inside where it's nice and warm". "Well cum to think of it..." We both laughed like school kids at our innuendos. "I have a feeling we could go on like this all night" Linda sighed and fanned her face. "Well let's put on our thinking caps. Deal?" "Deal... I'm all in." "You will be. You can bet on that. See ya soon!" and with that I watched her walk away. She had a fine way of sashaying when she walked. I loved watching her from behind. So natural, not put on the way some women do. "I'll gladly take a piece of that action." I thought to myself and went about my business day dreaming of how it would be to fuck this fine mature white woman knowing how much she wanted me. CHAPTER FOUR - CUMMING STORM Preview; In the next Chapter Linda and I work out the details of our "perfect storm." When it rains it pours. Stay Tuned you won't want to miss what's cumming! It's a twister! Cumming Into The New Ch. 04 *The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER FOUR - CUMMING STORM She came into the casino on a Friday night. I watched her as she pushed her husband towards the hotel. She looked back at me and smiled then she winked and nodded her head. Something was different about her entrance this time and I wondered about it. Later that evening I saw her at one of her favorite slot machines so I stopped by to say hi. "Hi Steve, or should I say "Blqlite?" I wasn't prepared for it but I knew the cat was well out of the bag and she knew it as well. I'm sure the expression on my face was undeniable. "Yes you'd be surprised that a woman like me would read stories on the Literotica website but I do. So tell me how you seem to know me so well... "BLACK LIGHT"? I was floored. "Well to be quite honest, ummm "Linda". "Ah so I am right!" she said and I knew we were obviously on the same page. "Well frankly I am surprised but obviously you do read stories on Literotica and you've read my story." "Yes I did" she nodded. "So tell me how much of it was true for you?" "Wellllll ummm errr aahhh there is a lot of truth in it as far as I go. Was any of it true for you?" I asked. "Quite a bit, quite a bit... I've had no "Maggie" in my life and in fact nothing even close to being so hot. But other than that, I am the woman you described right down to a "T". So how about you? Any truth in your tale?" "Well frankly there was quite a lot of truth in my tale and my fantasy where YOU are concerned "Linda". "Really?" "Yup!" "So... how does it end up? I'm quite curious." "How do you think it does or how would you like it to end up if I may be so bold?" "Well that depends. Just how bold can you be?" "Well, I'm not sure but I hope it ends up with her getting what she wants." I said. "Well that would be good if that's how it turns out. Of course I am not exactly "Linda." I can't talk like she does especially in chapter 3. But I certainly have thought about what she was saying as I was reading it all." "Well what do you think "Linda" should do?" I asked. "I think she should get everything that is cumming to her to be honest." "Yes I think she should too if that is what she wants." She looked at me directly in the eyes and asked "So how do YOU want it to turn out?" "Well I hope it all turns out for the best." "It would really be nice if it did wouldn't it?" "I guess we'll just have to see now won't we?" "I guess now it's up to us right?" "Right. It is all up to us from here on out." "See you soon?" she said and smiled. "Sooner than you think I hope" I replied. "Not soon enough from what I'm thinking. We'll talk okay?" "You can bet on it!" As she walked away I notice she was almost skipping. I felt like skipping too but I was content to just walk off. I did whistle a happy tune however. So dear readers, call chapter 4 simply a "quickie." I told you it would be a twister. So far it has been several days and this story is still "pending." Assuming it is eventually accepted and I get enough indication that there needs to be more to this story especially after the twist then you will get more out of me. I can now say that there is some truth to it but it remains a fantasy. See you soon! Cumming Into The New Ch. 05 *The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER 05 - TIME TO CUM CLEAN "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it" or so the old saying and this story goes. I never thought my writing an erotic story would actually lead to a real world scenario. But apparently in this case it did. Now it was time to see if I was really ready to walk my talk. Every cliche that ran across my mind rang loud and clear. "This is where the rubber meets the road". "Put up or shut up". "Shit or get off the pot". "Time to put your money where your mouth is". However I had to also remind myself that "the ball was in her court". Even with our conversation and innuendos I still had to wonder what the reality of the situation may bring. On the one hand it could go favorable "and they all lived happily ever after". But on the other hand there was the "loose lips sink ships" cliche to deal with. After all a story meant to entertain strangers connected the dots fairly quick and I was exposed. The only truth being what was in my head and that "cat was clearly out the bag". Worst case scenario despite the innuendos and playful talk what if "Linda" denied having any real part in it. In the casino business having anything beyond a professional relationship with the guest is strictly verboten. Hell, my department is forbidden from accepting tips. What we are allowed to accept must be "shared" with our other team members. Yeah right! This could all go very bad very quickly. Not like I'd be destroyed if I lost my job even though I don't show up because I have nothing better to do. If I did I wouldn't be there doing what I do. Still that was my last concern. As for my reputation I could give less than a damn about what people think of me. My motto is "If you worry about what others think of you what does that really say about what you think about yourself?" No worries there. But there was more than "me" for me to think about. Another round of cliches. "Things done in the dark will one day come to light". "A fish would never get caught if it only kept its mouth shut". "To err is human. To forgive is not company policy". However the "other side of the coin" meant that this could all go very good. "Never let them see you sweat". "Damn the torpedoes". But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard's advice, "To thine own self be true". Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier "Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'". And so... This "is my story and I'm sticking to it". Time to "cum clean" but! If you've learned nothing of my style you will only be perhaps disappointed to discover this is but another tease to my tale. The best is yet to cum. But, if you have "cum" this far with me you will know I "take my time with things". Like a Lover. No zero to sixty in no time flat. I am the "old bull" who says to the impatient young bull wanting to run down to fuck only a few in the herd, "No, let's take our time, walk down and fuck them all". CHAPTER SIX - CUM BIG OR DON'T CUM AT ALL Preview; Patience is a virtue and if you dear reader have been patient enough to cum with me to this conclusion, then cum one cum all for the next cumming attraction is all about cumming to a head. Yours or mine. I promise to pull out all the stops and you are invited to cum and see where this has all cum to... INTO THE NEW. A blow by blow of my two characters (self-included) and what cums of them??? Or, is there yet another twist to the tale? A story within a story perhaps? I can only promise I will be cumming BIG or not at all. I hope you will be cumming to the same conclusion as me. After all, if you have cum this far, why not be prepared to cum all the way. Good things cum to those who wait. Come with me to the same conclusion. See you soon!