0 comments/ 17361 views/ 2 favorites A Life for Laura Ch. 01 By: auntirotickle Laura's tale I suppose I was lucky to have made two such good friends. Veronica, Vee, and Geraldine, Gerry, who sort of took me under their wing as it were when I started nursing. I was, at eighteen, a pretty, blue eyed blond virgin. Vee and Gerry were both fairly free with the sex. They said that if they liked a guy, they saw nothing wrong in enjoying a good fuck with him. That was not such an uncommon attitude in the mid-sixties. I always said no to sex. It was just the way I thought young ladies should behave. Obviously I wasn't in tune with the times. It wasn't as if I was a complete virgin. Boys I had petted with had fingered me to the point where my maidenhead was long gone. But I had never had a boy's penis right inside me, despite a deal of curiosity on my part. The one or two youths who had gotten my consent to try never managed to hold on long enough to get their cocks into my vagina before they came -- usually making an awful mess of my clothes! My name is Laura. I came from a good middle class home with loving parents who I respected. Not being academically bright, my mother had recommended nursing. My friends, Vee and Gerry, took me out to parties and tried to hook me up with likely looking lads. But I couldn't work up any enthusiasm for them. They only seemed interested in one thing, so I turned them all down. When I was eighteen and a half, or as Gerry put it, on my eighteen and a half birthday, they made a date for me. "Actually it's for all three of us," Vee explained. I took a nice long scented bath, put on my best white satin panties, garter belt and bra and opened a new pair of sheer nylons. I couldn't find a clean blouse so Vee lent me one of hers. It was a white nylon see-through that left nothing secret about my bra. When I protested to her Vee replied, "At least you've got a very pretty bra Laura. I think it's a shame to hide that sort of thing away all the time!" I also wore a tight black velvet skirt and black high heels. They took me in a taxi to what seemed a rather seedy part of town. Then we entered a gloomy sort of night-club. We sat at a table and were served drinks by a sardonic waiter. Three gin and tonics. I asked my companions to show me where the men were. Then a lady in her mid-thirties approached us, "I'm Sarah," she introduced herself, "Come with me." She led us up some stairs to a large, bright, well furnished room. "This is Matt. This is Joe and this is Mike," she went on, "and here are Vee, Gerry and Laura." My mouth was open. I had just been introduced to three black men. Vee and Gerry started dancing with Matt and Mike. Of the three, Joe had the darkest skin, almost jet black. We started talking and he told me he was over here from a small West African country, Gambia, working as a diplomat. He said he wanted to stay here and study law. He seemed very pleasant, but there was no way I was going to have sex with a black man. Even one who was good looking, well-dressed, polite and intelligent Maybe he would be content with a bit of petting. But definitely no further. We danced. I had to keep pulling his wandering hands up off my ass, back onto my waist. The first time he dropped them down there, I moved away in the only direction possible -- towards him I found my mound of Venus grinding against the swelling in his groin that I surmised was his cock. After that I just pulled them up, which he seemed to take as a bit of a joke. Then he raised his hand to my face, stroked my cheek and kissed me. It was an exquisite kiss, starting softly, increasing pressure and moving slightly. Then his mouth opened and I could feel his tongue on my lips. I responded automatically by opening my own mouth and engaging his tongue with mine. It was a delicious taste. Then realising what was happening I stopped. He lowered his hand, expertly opening the buttons of my blouse from the neck to halfway down. Then his hand slid in over my bra. I felt two of his fingers search and find the slight pimple where my nipple was. His fingers were either side, rubbing gently, supplemented by his thumb passing over the protrusion. My breast swelled and my nipple became erect almost at once. I wondered if I had let Joe go too far. "Please..." I started to protest. But he lowered his head and pushed his lips against my other nipple. This time he stoked it with his tongue. I could feel the warm wetness of his saliva through the satin. It was immensely exciting for me. I also felt a wetness between my legs. I could hear Gerry over on the couch crying, "Fuck me, fuck me." Vee seemed to be perched on her guy's lap with his hand up her skirt, fondling her. She was giggling and clearly enjoying the sensation. I felt encouraged seeing and hearing my friends. I began to think that if it was alright for them, what was I holding back for. But Joe was going too quickly for me. His free hand went up my skirt, over the welt of my stocking and across the flesh of my thigh to reach the gusset of my panties. Suddenly I knew I had let him go too far. I wasn't about to have sex with a black man. I didn't want the first penis to enter my body to be a black one. No way. Then a small voice of conscience pipped up. "Is it just that you don't want any man, or just that you don't want a black man?" I had to admit to myself that I was getting very worked up. I certainly fancied a man. But not a black man. Conscience again, "That's pure racism, Laura. You mustn't turn a man down just because of his skin complexion! There's nothing wrong with Joe, apart from the fact he's black." The small voice was right of course. I wanted a man, I needed a man. Joe was available and more than willing to perform for me. I shouldn't turn him down for being black. I could hear the regular moans and gasps from Vee and Gerry having one climax after another. I wanted to join in; to experience the same intense feelings they were so obviously relishing. He was well aware from the wetness between my legs that I was ready and primed. But he had sensed my hesitation. "Are you okay about this Laura?" he asked. I nodded. Suddenly I wanted to feel him inside me. I was filled with curiosity about sex generally. The fact of his being black didn't seem important any longer. To reassure him, I unzipped his pants and reached in to fondle his cock through his Y-fronts. "Shall we retire to the bedroom now?" he asked. I nodded again. As I kicked off my shoes, unzipped and dropped my skirt, I thought, "Here goes. I'm about to be fucked." I smiled as I realised I had come to relish the thought of Joe's cock inside me. Joe's big black cock! Quickly undressed himself, Joe helped me out of my bra and panties. Then I was on the bed, on my back with my legs open for him. He mounted me and held his very stiff cock against the lips of my pussy, moving it gently up and down and making me very wet down there. I was holding my breathe, expecting the sharp pain I had been told was usual for girls in my state but his cock was right between into the entrance before I felt any strain. Then, plop. It was in me! I caught my breath but only for a second or so. There was a feeling of strain, a fullness, but nothing as bad as I had been expecting. Joe started to thrust slowly into me. Then he withdrew and thrust in a bit further. I seemed to be getting more and more full of his cock. What surprised me was just how great it felt as he drove ever deeper into me, making me a woman. I began to wonder why I had never let anything like this happen to me before. Cleanly I had wasted the last six months. Suddenly he quickened the pace. "Oh! Fuck it, fuck it!" he cried. I realised he was coming. Sooner than he wanted perhaps, but it was still a wonderful thrill to me as he came and pumped his cum deep into my womb. The first man ever to fuck me. My beautiful black lover! Luckily for me, Joe wasn't a one shot man. He soon had his cock back up to size and I loved the rhythmic thrusting as he slid it in and out of me. I felt myself begin to tingle all over. It all seemed to flood my whole body as I reached the most tremendous orgasm. I moaned and convulsed as Joe told me what a good girl I was. "It's great to screw a girl who really enjoys a good fuck," he declared. I looked down and saw his great black cock covered with rings of white foamy froth. I grinned at him and pulled his face down to kiss again.. He went on fucking me for another hour or so, giving me several more orgasms and flooding me with his cum. When he stopped, I took his cock in my mouth and encouraged it up to size again. I mounted him and lowered myself eagerly onto that slimy black fuck-pole for one last glorious fuck before we collapsed and slept for several hours. After that night, I was disappointed when Joe didn't appear again. So Vee, Gerry took me out with them and we worked our way through all our black acquaintances, the black members of the local football team and just about any black men we could find. We became three dedicated black cock sluts. And I loved every minute of it! Then just as I qualified as a nurse, I met Ken. It happened at a party at my parents place, not entirely by accident I guess. He was tall, blond and handsome. He had just graduated and was starting work as a corporate lawyer. We seemed to click and I agreed to go out with him. Of course I was scared my parents would find out I had been a black cock slut during training. And I was becoming afraid that an endless supply of black cocks was simply a sort of addiction. Like smoking. Or drinking. The sort of things I should try to get away from. So Ken and I very soon managed to spend the night together. His cock was wonderfully big and stiff. My sort of guy! We married three months later. (to be continued) A Life for Laura Ch. 02 (Best read chapter 1 first.) Ken's story My name is Ken. I'm a corporate lawyer with a respectable firm and even though I haven't been doing this very long, I already earn good money. I met my lovely wife, Laura, at a party given by her parents after she graduated from her nursing training. She is a stunner. A beautiful curvaceous blond who could have stepped out of a film set. We hit it off immediately. Two days after we met, she was in my apartment bouncing happily up and down on my erection. I could hardly believe my luck. I had never before been with any girl even half as good looking as Laura. Or one who seemed to enjoy sex as much. Straight, anal or oral, it was all a great pleasure to her. I had never experienced such a wonderful cocksucker, or a girl who was so ready to offer her ass for my pleasure. We married a few months later, still head over heels in love. Or was it just lust? Things went fine at work. I was earmarked for rapid advancement and was soon earning an outrageous amount of money. We had a big well furnished apartment in a condo with garden, a swimming pool and three spaces in the garage. We also had subscriptions to the best neighbourhood social clubs. On the domestic side, things between Laura and me did cool a little after the first flush of carnal passion. After eighteen months she announced she would like us to have a baby. I agreed but it was to no avail. She didn't get pregnant, no matter how many times we tried. After several months, although nothing was said, there was a perceptible cooling off between us. Sex seemed to happen less and less frequently, usually because Laura had an endless list of excuses. When it did happen it was just the same old ritual. I began to despair. Several of my friends had warned me before marriage that lovers cool off but I hadn't anticipated it would fade between Laura and me after only two years. After all, we liked the same films, the same books and our tastes were generally in tune with each other. The trouble was that I was getting more and more frustrated sexually. One of the younger secretaries at work, a pretty nineteen year old girl called Alice, clearly fancied me. She made it obvious that she was available, should I care to make it with her. And one night when I was genuinely working late, she stayed behind to help. We only touched briefly, but within seconds, she was lying across my desk as I drove my cock into her willing cunt with some gusto. It was a good fuck, which we both enjoyed, but it didn't bode well for my marriage. Nevertheless, Alice and I began to fuck regularly two or three times a week after that, which did at least reduce my sense of frustration with Laura. Then one day I went home early with a bit of a headache and sore throat. Not wishing to infect the whole office with what I thought was the start of a bad cold, I took a couple of aspirins and got my head down. An hour or so later, I woke up feeling much better, so I got up. Laura wasn't home yet. She had left her laptop on charge so I started to unplug it and ended up looking with some curiosity at her browsing history. I wanted to find out what amused her and excited her. If I could do that, I might be able to rekindle the spark we seemed, for the time being, to have lost. I was surprised to find she had been looking at some porn sites. One in particular, seemed to repeat time and again. It was an interracial porn site that she seemed to favour. The bit that attracted her showed a young white girl, not unlike Laura herself, sucking a black guy's cock and getting fucked every way possible. Most of the other sites she had visited were on the same lines, usually showing quite pretty white girls being fucked, and sometimes double fucked, by black men. I put the laptop back exactly as I had found it and went back to bed to think. Then I got an idea! Laura again At first sex between Ken and me was great. Then after a few months he seemed to change. I don't know if it was the pressure of work or what, but our sex seemed to get into a high-sided rut from which we just couldn't break out. It was just the same old humping every time. Frankly I began to find the sex boring, boring, boring. At nursing school, my friends and I had some great high jinks together, especially with some of our black colleagues and at a local West Indian club. It had been a wonderfully varied sex life which I recommend without hesitation to any girl. As my married state turned dull, it was perhaps inevitable that my interest turned to our gardener. We lived in an apartment in a condo with a fairly good sized garden and a pool. The man who looked after it was a tall rugged-looking black man called Matt. He had a gratis basement apartment whose entrance was partly concealed along a short alley behind the garages. If ever there was a place designed for illicit liaisons, that was it. One sunny afternoon while I stretched out on a lounger by the pool, Matt came out and offered me a drink which, the day being especially hot, was gratefully accepted. It was a stiff gin and tonic which I downed thirstily. He offered me another. Now I know full well that two double gins and I'm anybodies, so I can't claim I wasn't aware of the consequences when I nodded my acceptance of that second drink. The trouble was that I was sexually frustrated and suspected Ken was having it off with a pretty19 year old brunette called Alice who worked in the same office. Also I found Matt very attractive. I had always fancied black men ever since I had my first orgasm on the cock of a man called Joe when I was eighteen. In a real sense, I loss my virginity to him although I had been fingered to the extent of tearing the hymen. And one boy, who almost got the head of his cock into me, became so excited that as he withdrew to thrust right in,and give me his load, popped all the way out and came all over my new navy-blue pleated skirt. I never could get those stains out and had to discard that nice skirt. Of course there is no such thing as being nearly a virgin. Like 'unique' the very word defies qualification. Either you are one - or you are not. There are no half way stages. But in my heart I felt like one, and, until I met Joe, I had certainly never come on a man's cock. I mused on these things until I finished my second drink and decided I fancied Matt. The last time I spent the night with a black man was after a party when I was still at nursing school. I lost count of my orgasms around thirty. The delights of that night could still excite me in recollection. I had overheard a couple of other married girls from the condo talking about Matt's sexual prowess and they gave him top marks for performance. One of them held her hands about a foot apart as they giggled. Even allowing for some understandable exaggeration, it was a very thrilling and encouraging endorsement. I turned over onto my tummy on the lounger, unclipped my bra and reached out for the sun tan lotion just as Matt returned with a third drink for me. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind helping me," I suggested, flirtatiously. "Not at all," he replied with a grin. He took the bottle of lotion and poured a little onto my back. It felt so cold against my warm skin, I caught my breath sharply. Then I became aware of the soft warmth of his hands as he began to rub the lotion gently into my skin. His touch provoked a tingling reaction as he covered every inch of my exposed back and started on the back of my legs, working his way up my thighs until the sides of his fingers touched the gusset of my bikini bottoms causing me to tremble with excitement. Then he stopped. I took a deep breath and turned over onto my back. "Would you mind doing the same for my front, Matt?" I enquired, smiling. He grinned back at me. "Anything to oblige," he replied, his eyes feasting on my naked tits. He rubbed the lotion all over my chest and tummy before he came to my breasts. At last! This was the bit I was waiting for impatiently. He worked at massaging all around them, using plenty of lotion. I got the impression he was teasing me. Then at last I felt his hands gently cupping my tits. He fondled, rather than massaged, them. His thumbs moved over my nipples which were already sticking out in my excitement. While he continued to work between my titties with one hand, running his fingers over each nipple in turn, he slid the other hand down across my tummy and under the elastic of my bikini bottoms. He stroked up and down my belly, each stroke taking his fingers further and further down. The tips of his fingers entwined with my pubic hair causing me to shudder in anticipation of what I hoped would happen next. As his fingers went ever deeper south, his middle finger began to massage me where it really mattered. I squirmed around, opening my legs to encourage him. His massage was having a wonderful effect on me. I closed my eyes, the better to concentrate on the actions of Matt's middle finger. I was beginning to leak down there. Then I suddenly realised that I was making a big mistake. Part of my reason for marrying Ken in the first place was to wean myself from my predilection for black cock. I wanted to break clear of my sluttish student addiction to sex with black men, any black man who happened to be available. The last thing I really wanted was to get back to that particular habit. I felt like an ex-smoker or an ex-alcoholic who was being severely tested and about to go off the rails again. Matt stopped. I opened my eyes and saw he had dropped his shorts. He was smiling as his big black cock pointed at me. "It's all yours, baby," he said. I grasped it. I had been leading him on, encouraging him and now I felt mean to disappoint him. It wasn't Matt's fault. He was just behaving naturally. So as not to cause him too much frustration, I decided to suck him off. I'd given head to dozens, if not hundreds, of black guys as a student, so I didn't regard it as anything very special. And it would, I knew, give him relief. I took his cock into my mouth and started slobbering over it. It stiffened perceptibly. I licked and swallowed Matt's lovely black cock, deep throating him and covering his dick with my saliva. I sensed he was about to come. I used my tongue to help him. He gasped and grunted as he came and shot his load into my mouth and throat..I swallowed eagerly, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his creamy cum in my mouth. Then I grabbed my bra and towel and fled back to our apartment. Even though I hadn't gone all the way with Matt, I still felt I had secured some sort of revenge on Ken for his affair with Alice. The trouble was I still hankered after the old Ken -- like we were when we first married. Surely it couldn't be just the state of being married that did that to couples? Early on the morning of my birthday the doorbell rang. On answering I was surprised to see young Alice with a determined look on her face. "We need to talk, Laura," she said, "May I come in?" I wasn't particularly pleased with the interruption, nevertheless, I invited her in. "I'm getting a drink, Alice. Would you like something?" I offered. "Oh! Thanks, I'll just have the same as you." I poured a couple of stiff scented Polish vodkas. Strong but nice on the palate. I took the drinks across and motioned for her to sit on the sofa. I sat the other side of the coffee table and looked into her clear blue eyes. She was young, very pretty with a nice shapely body -- nothing overdone but all beautifully proportioned - I could see why Ken had wanted her. In fact I would have been disappointed in him if he hadn't wanted to fuck her. Doing it, though, was a wholly different kettle of fish! "We need to talk things out between us, Laura," she started,"We can't just go on the way things are." "What exactly do you mean?" I asked, knocking back my drink. She did likewise. I took the glasses to the drinks cabinet and poured out two more, giving Alice a double measure and topping mine with tonic water as the germ of an idea began to take shape in my mind. Alice was very earnest. She said she loved Ken and wanted to marry him if only I would agree to a divorce. "There's no reason why we should be bitter enemies over this, " she opined, "In this day and age we should be capable of behaving like grown-ups about it." 'My, my, how self-possessed this girl is,' I thought, as I poured another round of drinks. I let Alice go on about being civilized about things and as she rambled on I poured out another round of vodkas. Mine was, of course, well watered down with tonic. but hers was little short of lethal! When Alice stumbled over a couple of words, I excused myself and went into the kitchen where I rang Matt. He had been expecting me to call and when I mentioned I was bringing a girlfriend, he positively purred.. I helped Alice to her feet and told her we were going to meet a friend, which was true enough! We went down to Matt's apartment on the ground floor. Matt greeted us warmly and invited us in. He poured us all drinks -- normal ones this time -- and we sat either side of him on the sofa. Without bothering to finish my drink, I started rubbing the swelling in Matt's groin. Then I unzipped his fly and pulled out his magnificent black cock. I massaged for a moment or two. Then I looked up at Alice and grinned. As the look of astonishment on her face faded, she began giggling happily at me as I started licking the head and closing my lips around Matt's cock as if it was an especially tasty morsel, a lollipop perhaps. I motioned Alice to join me. After the slightest of hesitations, the inebriated youngster took hold of Matt's fuckpole and swallowed it like a trooper. I got the idea she was showing me what a great cocksucker she could be. I helped Matt out of his T-shirt and jeans before I backed away to let them get on with fucking each other. As Matt pulled Alice's clothes off, fondling her tits and ass as he did so, I began to feel very horny. I was eagerly anticipating the sight of that massive black cock invading my teenage rival's supple body. She held it against the entrance to her dripping cunt and began to gently lower herself onto it, gasping as she felt herself being opened up. She kept on lowering herself onto it but Matt eventually lost patience at the slow progress and rammed his glistening cock the rest of the way into her cunt with one great thrust. Alice screamed but as he started to thrust and withdraw, she made little movements to help. Her mouth was open wide. Matt drew her down and started kissing her with his tongue pushing against hers. He rolled her over onto her back and, with her legs up in the air, began driving his thrusting black prick into her like the piston on old steam loco. Now Alice started moaning and coming, engulfed by wave after wave of ecstasy. Watching, I reminded myself that this was supposed to be retribution for her seduction of my husband. But from the euphoric look on her face, I realised that I may have done her a good turn. She moaned and screamed and giggled as each orgasm ripped through her. I had been standing, watching, in the half open doorway with my hand down the front of my skirt and panties furiously massaging my clit. But it was time to go back up to my own apartment. I closed the door quietly. I felt a slight remorse as I left the nineteen year old Alice impaled on Matt's wonderful prick. It had all been too easy. I was surprised that I found myself actualy liking the girl. How weird! I was vaguely aware that Ken had some special treat in store for my twenty fourth birthday. I just couldn't figure out what it was. That morning, all I got was a very affectionate card. "Present later," Ken told me, as he went off to work. I guessed the birthday treat would be a slap up feast at a smart restaurant. It was the sort of thing he liked to do. (To be continued)