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Fucking the Wife who Doesn't Like Sex
Catherine and Carl had gotten married when they were both 26.
The service was very nice and so was the reception afterward. It had been hosted by Catherine's parents, who were well known around town and had a high position among the community in which they lived. They were known for their clean way of life and never starting any trouble. Instead they sponsored many events around the community, such as clean-up drives, planting trees and making sure the lawns in the area were
well kept and tended.
While Catherine and Carl were on their honeymoon, Catherine's parents were killed in a house fire. It was later determined that the fire was due to a spark thrown from the open fireplace. Her father had neglected, for the first time, to put the screen up before going to bed that night.
The year was 1935 and Catherine and Carl rushed home, never having the opportunity to consummate their marriage.
It had been a night that Catherine had dreaded and was only too glad to put it off.
The funeral was 2 days later and, of course, the whole town attended. At her new home, which Carl had recently finished building, the guests mingled with everyone and expressed their condolences to both of them. It lasted well into the night and by the time the last family had left the two of them were too tired to think of anything buy sleep. In the darkened bedroom they got undressed and quietly slipped under the covers of the bed and quickly fell into an undisturbed sleep.
Catherine's grief gave her an excuse to refuse Carl the chance to take his wife's cherry and, after many weeks of trying, Carl decided it was time he did something about it.
The next week Carl visited the local library and did some research into the history and application of hypnosis.
Carl would go to the library two nights a week and do his reading. He didn't want Catherine aware of what he was up to. If he could come up with the courage to do this then he wanted her to be completely unaware of what was happening. He wanted her to believe that she'd never released her pent up feelings and given in to his advances.
After three weeks of reading he was ready to try out his technique, to see if he could actually get her hypnotized and do what he wanted to with her.
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On the following Saturday night he got ready for bed, like every other night. This time though, he decided the time was right to try and hypnotize Catherine.
As he sat in the bed, waiting for his wife to emerge from the bathroom, he worked on his plan. He would get up to her when she sat on her side of the bed and begin to massage her shoulders.
Tonight he was going to go further and try to plant a suggestion in her mind and wait and see what would happen.
As he waited his plan formed and by the time Catherine sat on the bed he was ready.
For ten minutes he massaged her shoulders, feeling the days tension slowly release its hold. As he worked he talked to her and once again her head nodded forward and eventually rested on her chest.
"Catherine?"
No response.
He tried again. "Catherine?"
"Yes," she answered dreamily.
"Good," he thought to himself. "I want you to listen to me," he began.
"Ok. "
"From this minute on you will listen to my voice.
"Yes, dear. I will hear only your voice. "
He quit his massage and moved to sit next to her on the side of the bed. He took her hand in his and talked slowly and clearly to her.
"Whenever I mention Buttermilk, you will go into a trance and you'll do everything I ask you to do. " He stopped for a moment and let the suggestion sink in.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes. Whenever you tell me Buttermilk, I'm to go into a trance and listed to you and do whatever you want me to. "
"Yes. I'm glad you understand. "
He got back behind her and started his massage once again. After a couple of minutes he woke her up and let her know he was finished and it was time to get in bed and turn out the lights.
That night he dreamed of fucking her.
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After he got out of his morning shower he was tempted to try out his suggestion at the breakfast table, but decided he would wait till he got home that evening after work.
He'd been patient for a while now, so it wasn't going to hurt to wait a little longer.
While Carl was at work that day Catherine decided it was time to hire someone to help her around the yard, doing the work to maintain the lawn and the hedges. Her father had used one of the towns many black men, his name had been Jessie, and she decided to get in touch with him to see if he knew anyone
who would be willing to work at her place. Of course she'd pay a decent wage, just as her father had. She sent word to Jessie that she needed to talk to him and could he be at the house around noon that day.
Jessie as only a little older then she was, somewhere between 30 and 35 and had worked for her father for a number of years before the accident. She'd grown to like the man. He was honest, didn't cause any problems, and never missed a day of work. She hoped she'd be lucky enough to find someone like him to help her.
His reply was that he'd be there.
At 12:15 she heard a knock on her back door and knew it would be Jessie. She found him standing on the back porch waiting for her.
"I'll be right with you, Jessie. Please, have a seat and I'll bring you a glass of water.
"Thank you, Misses Wilson. I sure do appreciate it. "
When Catherine returned she found him sitting in the rocker, next to the porch swing, where she sat after handing him the water. She watched as he drank the whole thing in only two or three gulps.
"Thank you, Misses Wilson. That was mighty nice of you. "
"You're welcome, Jessie.
"The reason I asked you to come here today is that I need to find someone to do the chores around the house. You know, like you used to do for my father. "
"I'd be happy to do that for you, Misses Wilson. "
"Are you sure, Jessie?"
"Yes, mam. I'm sure. I haven't really done anything since your parents passed and I really enjoyed working for your daddy. He was nice to me and respected me, as much as I respected him.
"Yes, Jessie. Daddy liked your work very much. I'd be happy to pay you a little more the he paid you, considering it's been 18 years since the accident. I know he didn't pay you much, but I'd like to increase that, if it's ok with you. "
The look of surprise on Jessie's face told her he'd gladly accept the raise.
"Good! When can you start?"
"I'm in the middle of re-doing my bedroom at home. I should be finished by the middle of next week.
Would the following weekend be ok with you?"
Catherine didn't even think about it.
"Yes, that would be fine. I can have everything ready for you by then. I'll pay you at the end of each week, on Fridays, if that's ok with you. "
"That'll be fine, Misses Wilson. "
"There's only one condition, too, Jessie. "
A puzzled look now appeared on his face, which was as black as the blackest coal in their coal bins. "And what would that be," he asked.
"I'll have to insist that you don't call me Misses Wilson anymore. "
"Oh, Misses Wilson, I couldn't do that. "
"Yes, you can. From now on I want you to just call me Catherine, or Miss Catherine, whichever you prefer. "
"But what would Mr. Wilson say to that?"
"You let me worry about Mr. Wilson," she told him. "You and I have know each other for most of our lives and I see no harm in you calling me by my first name. OK?"
"Yes, mam. "
Catherine stood up, indicating to Jessie the conversation was finished.
"You take care of your business at home and I'll see you next weekend. "
"Thank you, Misses Wils. . . .
With that settled, Jessie left the porch and headed down the road, towards his house.
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Carl fantasized about what he was going to do all that day at work. At times it was all he could do to concentrate on the work on his desk. Finally he decided that if he didn't want to get fired he'd better get his work done, and done on time. The rest of his day went without incident and by 5:15 he was on his way home, and to his wife.
Catherine was in the kitchen when he got home, putting the finishing touches on supper. Tonight there would be fried chicken, field peas, biscuits and homemade tea.
He stood in the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen and watched her as she worked on finishing the meal.
Without really thinking about what he was going to do he said, "Buttermilk".
What happened caught him off guard.
As soon as his wife heard Buttermilk, she slumped and sagged towards the floor.
"It worked!" he almost shouted. He couldn't believe it had actually worked!
"Catherine? Can you hear me, dear?"
"Yes, Carl. I hear you. "
She sounded far away and he noticed her eyes were closed. Apparently his hypnotic suggestion had worked just fine.
"Easy," he thought to himself. One step at a time here. After all, he wanted to make sure this worked and he didn't want her waking up and discovering what he was doing. She'd be mad as hell at him, not that he wouldn't have deserved it.
He sat back in his chair and thought for a moment.
"Catherine. "
"Yes?"
"I want you to sit up straight and remove your blouse and bra, please. "
As he sat there he was startled to see her sit up straight and start to unbutton the front of her blouse.
In the just over 18 years they'd been married this was actually the first time she's exposed herself to him.
He'd always wondered what her tits looked like. He knew they were small, almost nonexistent, but what he saw in front of him truly amazed him. Her Areolas were as large, or larger, than silver dollars and her nipples appeared to stick out from her chest like erasers on a pencil.
"Pinch your nipples until they're hard," he told her.
He watched as she raised her hands to her chest and took a nipple in each hand, pinching each one between her fingers and thumbs until they stood out even further.
Getting up from his chair he crossed the room and sat next to her, noticing that her nipples to stand out at least an inch or better. He reached out to feel them himself and found them to be as hard as rocks.
"Nice," he thought.
He returned to his chair. He wanted her to feel safe and secure and didn't want to appear to intimidate her or make her feel ashamed of her body.
"Now, I want you to stand up and remove your skirt and your panties, please. "
Catherine stood up, unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Next her white cotton panties joined it.
She did and he could see her pussy for the first time. She had an abundance of hair between her legs and he found that he'd like to see her without any hair down there at all.
"Tomorrow I want you to shave your pussy and keep it that way. You'll think it was completely your own idea and think nothing else about it.
Understand?"
"Yes. "
"You can get dressed again, dear. Once you've gotten all your clothes on you'll return to the kitchen and finish with supper. You will not remember any of this. Do you understand?"
"Yes. "
Carl got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for supper. When he got to the dining room the meal was already laid out on the table and ready to eat. They enjoyed a nice meal and every time Carl would look at her he'd smile.
"I hope this works," he thought.
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As Catherine grew up she was led to believe that sex was only for procreation and not for enjoyment.
Her mother drummed into her that sex was nasty and she was only to consent to 'relationships' with her husband when they decided it was time to conceive and have children.
One time her mother has caught her masturbating and gave her the beating of her life. She explained that it was nasty and she wasn't to do it again.
Even though Catherine had enjoyed the feelings she'd gotten from stroking herself (She never realized what that dizzy feeling was when she climaxed) she decided that her mother was right and she never did it again.
She knew that her Carl would want to 'have her' on their wedding night, and she'd secretly dreaded just the thought of it. Then the accident had happened and she'd used her grief as an excuse not to give in to her husband. So far it had worked out.
But, she knew she wouldn't be able to deny him much longer. His insistence that she give in to him only grew each and every week and there were times when she hated going to bed, because she knew what he was going to ask of her.
Lately though, after his nightly massage, he'd quit asking her and she decided that he'd finally realized she wasn't going to let him do anything until she was ready. And that was only going to happen when she decided she was ready to start a family. She'd use sex only for procreation, as her mother had
told her.
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For the first time in years Catherine overslept the next day.
When she finally woke up Carl was already gone to work.
"Cat,
I knew you weren't feeling well, so decided to let you sleep in today. Take care of yourself and
I'll see you when I get home.
Love you,
Carl"
"Now wasn't that nice of him," she thought.
She got up and went to the bathroom to draw her bath. As she stood before the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door, her attention was drawn to the hairy triangle between her legs.
For some reason it seemed to bother her that she had so much hair down there. It had never bothered her before, but her attention kept coming back to it. Finally she decided to do something about it. She opened the medicine cabinet, where Carl kept his razor and shaving cream, and took both out and laid them on the side of the tub, within easy reach. She also set out a pair of scissors.
Once the water was drawn she settled down and began to relax. There was not really anything she had to do today, so she'd thought that a nice, relaxing soak in the tub would help her feel better.
She sat there until the water began to cool and then she'd lathered up her wash cloth and bathed herself. Once she finished she let the water out until it reached a level slightly below her stretched out legs and got the shaving cream and razor.
Once the outside of her pussy was well shaved she pulled her lips apart and used the razor on the inside of them, trying to get as much of the hair as she could. She would occasionally rinse the lather off and feel between her lips, trying to locate any stray strands. Once she was sure she'd gotten it all
she rinsed again and ran her hand over the new smoothness, amazed as to how nice it felt not to have any hair down there at all.
Then, for the first time in almost 20 years, she began to play with herself, bringing her clitoris to a full erection and rotating her fingers around the bud until she climaxed. It was the first climax (she now knew what that tingly sensation between her legs was) she'd had in years and she sat there in the
remaining water and let the sensation spread throughout her body. Then she pushed two fingers inside her and moved them in and out, rubbing her clitoris with each stroke. It felt good. After several climaxes she realized what had happened and grew red with embarrassment. It was like
she was afraid someone would catch her, even though there was no one around and her mother certainly wasn't going to catch her again, not after all these years.
Rising in the tub, she toweled herself and stepped onto the cold bathroom floor, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and noticing how much better she looked. The bare patch between her legs looked almost natural to her and she wondered what had made her decide to shave herself. She
decided that she liked how it looked and never gave it a second thought. She dried her hair, powdered herself and got dressed, then returned to the bedroom, made the bed and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
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When Carl got home that afternoon he found Catherine sitting on the sofa, reading one of her magazines.
"Buttermilk," he said.
Catherine instantly slumped back into the sofa, dropping the magazine into her lap.
"Show me what you did today, dear. Please. "
Without any hesitation Catherine stood up and unbuttoned her skirt, dropped it to the floor, and then removed her panties, showing her husband the now naked region of her loins.
"Very pretty, dear. Thank you. "
"You're welcome, Carl. "
"How does it feel?"
"Better then I thought it would," she answered.
"I want you to keep it shaved for me, please. "
"Yes, dear. I will. "
"Now I want you to sit back and spread your legs as far as you can. "
He watched as Catherine did as he'd asked.
At once Carl was on his knees, between Catherine's thighs, and leaned closer to her opening. He inhaled her aroma, savoring that smell for the first time. Now he was going to enjoy himself to his wife's treats.
Without hesitation he lowered his mouth to her opening and drew his tongue along the inside of her lips, tasting for the first time the juices within. His cock got instantly harder than it'd been in years. He continued to lick her lips, sucking off the juices gathered on his tongue and savoring them. It had literally been years since he'd eaten any pussy. While he could've had his share of any of the women at work, he'd declined to fall to adultery and only fantasize about what it would be like to finally get his wife where he wanted her. For now he didn't intend to fuck her, just suck her off now and then, perhaps a couple of times a day. He wanted to enjoy this for a while and knowing he could do this anytime he wanted to only made the desire that much stronger.
Once he finished licking her clean he covered her pussy with his mouth and drove his tongue as deep into her box as he could. The hotness of her pussy completely consumed him. His cock was now leaking pre cum like never before and he could feel its wetness not only on his shorts but slowly
sliding down the length of his cock and onto his balls. With one hand he undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his uncut cock.
Catherine was reacting as he thought she would, by rotating her hips and trying to push her pussy up into his mouth. He sucked out her juices and rotated his tongue into her with each shove.
Yes, he was totally enjoying this
.
It was only a matter of minutes before he shot off his largest load of cum in ages. He let himself shoot off into his hand, trying not to make a mess of the front of the sofa. After all, how would he explain the mess to Catherine, especially when she wasn't even aware of what he was doing to her?
Once he was finished sucking her off, he settled back on his haunches and looked into the box he'd just enjoyed for the first time. He knew that he would be doing this again, and soon!
When he finished he left her sitting on the sofa with her thighs still spread open and her remaining juices causing her lips to glisten. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up and then returned to the living room. He brought with him a warm wash cloth and cleaned Catherine up as best as he could. After all, he didn't want to leave any trace of what happened. He was sure she'd figure something had happened, but she wouldn't be able to remember what it was.
"Catherine, you can now drop your legs. I want you to get dressed and sit back. Pick up your magazine and when I count to three you'll be alert but won't remember anything that just happened.
He watched as his wife got dressed and picked up her magazine once she settled back into the sofa. Then he counted to three, while going into the dining room and acting as if he was just getting home.
"Hi, honey, she said when he came into the living room. Have a good day at the office?"
"Had to work a little late tonight, dear. Sorry I'm late getting home. "
He'd decided that the little lie was something he'd have to come up with once she noticed the lateness of the evening. After all, he'd munched on her pussy for almost an hour, bring her to multiple climaxes. He realized she'd wonder what had happed with the lost time, so he'd decided to come
up with something himself. He thought it would be easier that way.
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Carl did his thing with Catherine every night for two months before he decided it was time to move up to the next level. Now that he'd 'satisfied' her for a while it was time for her to do something for him, so he decided that the next move would be for her to use her mouth on him.
This move would come later, and Carl didn't realize that he'd be observed by an outside source as well.
One evening Jessie had worked late on the property when he's heard Carl's truck come up the drive.
He watched as Carl got out and went into the house. He suspected something was up, because for the past two weeks when Carl got home, he'd look around as he got out of the truck, almost as if he was afraid of being spotted.
Sounded funny to Jessie. A man shouldn't have to ask his wife to get undressed in the living room.
That's what the bedroom was for.
Next he heard Carl tell Catherine to sit on the sofa and to undo his pants. He heard as Catherine unzipped the pants and heard them hit the floor with a thud.
He sneaked to the end of the hallway leading into the living room and stood there. His view was a profile of the two of them, so he had a good view of what was about to happen.
As he watched Catherine lowered Carl's boxers and he was amazed at what appeared. Carl had the biggest cock he'd ever seen on a white man. He wasn't bigger then Jessie was, but he was still big. He also noticed that, like himself, Carl was uncut, with an ample amount of foreskin draped around the head of his cock. He watched as Carl told Catherine to grab his cock and stroke it for him.
Of course he loved to fuck a tight pussy, but cock sucking was his favorite pastime. He knew right then that one of these days he'd suck Carl until he shot his load in his mouth.
As he continued to watch, Catherine lowered her head and took her husband's cock into her mouth.
She nearly gagged the first time and Jessie wondered if this was the first time she'd ever sucked her husband's cock. Surely not. After all, they'd been married almost 18 years by this time. He'd now worked for them for almost 5 years and he'd never witnessed anything like this before.
Catherine seemed like she was enjoying her blow job. Her head bobbed up and down while her hands jerked her husband at the same time. Every now and then Carl would tell her to bite on his foreskin, but not too hard. From the groans escaping his mouth Jessie figured she was doing exactly what he told her to.
One time he watched as she bit onto the skin and pulled it out with her teeth.
Then he noticed that Catherine was naked as she sucked her husband off. He knew she didn't have much in the chest area, but was greatly surprised to see how long her stiff nipples were. He wished he could get those hard nipples in his mouth and swish his tongue around them just once. He also saw that Carl was now slightly slumped over, towards Catherine. His had was between her legs and he could tell the Carl was fingering her pussy. He didn't know that
Catherine kept herself completely shaved for her husband. If he had he probably would've wanted to join right in with Carl himself.
He loved a nice slick pussy, free of hair.
Next he heard something that he'd never forget and it would come in handy years later for him.
"Now, Catherine, I want you to listen closely to what I'm about to tell you. Remember, whenever you hear the word Buttermilk, you'll go into a trance and will do whatever I tell you to do.
"Yes. "
"Tell me then. "
"Whenever I hear the word Buttermilk I'll go into a trance and do whatever you tell me to do. "
"Good. Also, once I wake you up you'll not remember anything that's happened. Remember?"
"Yes. I won't remember anything that happened. "
"Great! Now go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. When you're finished come in here and get dressed again. After that, when I count to 3 you'll wake up and not remember any of this. "
Catherine went into the bathroom and Jessie could hear the water running as she cleaned up. He stayed where he was and waited for her to return. As she got dressed again he noticed for the first time that her pussy was completely shaved and his erection got harder and he thought he'd shoot in
his pants. He didn't want that though. He wanted to wait till he got home, so he could jack off with the memories of what he'd just witnessed.
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For the next 5 years Carl would get Catherine to alternately suck him off and he'd suck her as well.
He never tried to fuck her though. That was to come later. First he had to get her use to having something large inside her, so he got her to start buying cucumbers. He have her shave all the bumps off the outer parts of the vegetable and then tell her to satisfy herself with them as he watched.
He'd stand there and jack off, sometimes getting her to blow him while she fucked herself.
He even got her to satisfy herself when he wasn't at home. When it finally came time to fuck her himself, he wanted to make sure she was loose enough for his huge cock. After all, with 18 inches of hard, uncut cock, he didn't want to hurt her the first time he sank his cock into her.
Little did he realize that Jessie was also watching all this as it happened.
Chapter 2
It's 18 years later and Catherine and Carl have been fucking on a weekly basis for almost 8 years now. Catherine just doesn't realize it.
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Catherine sat on the bed, well actually reclined in the middle of the bed. She was naked and stroking a shaved cucumber in and out of her pussy. She'd done this now for 3 months and she enjoyed each session.
She didn't hear Jessie enter the house.
Jessie had tried for two days to get his nerve up to where he was now.
He'd witnessed Miss Catherine and her evening ritual for almost a week now. He knew Mr. Carl was away on a business trip and had decided that if he was to try this it would have to be tonight.
He entered through the back door, being as quiet as he could. After all he didn't want to scare Miss Catherine and thus make her do something, like call the police on him.
He'd watched, and listened, often enough to know what he had to do to get Miss Catherine to do what he wanted done, and tonight he was determined to get her to not only give him blow job but to also allow him to fuck her. He knew from watching that she was using the cucumbers on herself andhe also knew that his black cock was much larger then any vegetable she'd be able to use on herself.
Sneaking down the hallway he stopped at her bedroom door and listened. The door was not closed, since she never gave it a thought that someone might enter her house without her knowing it, and he glanced into the room, spying her on the bed and using the cucumber on herself. He watched as she
dipped it into her hole and then began to fuck herself with it.
His cock was already straining in his pants, aching to be released.
He could see that her eyes were closed, so he quickly removed his shoes and entered the bedroom on stockinged feet, careful not to make any unwanted noise.
As he approached the bed he got on his hands and knees and continued to move to the side of the bed. Once he was there he poked his head above the mattress and said one word. . . .
"Buttermilk. "
Catherine instantly stopped with her thrusting and slumped down onto the bed, her hands dropping onto her body.
Jessie knew from experience that the woman was now in a trance and would be receptive to his commands.
"Miss Catherine, can you hear me?" he asked.
"Yes, Jessie. I hear you. "
"Damn," he thought. "How did she know it was me?" he wondered.
Then he realized that she'd probably just recognized his voice. No harm, and no foul. Yet!
Now it was time to get down to what he wanted.
"Miss Catherine, I want you to suck my cock and swallow my cum, like you do for Mr. Carl. "
"Ok. "
Catherine sat up on the bed and turned around so she sat on the edge of the mattress. Jessie was standing there, waiting for her. She undid the belt holding up his pants, undid his zipper and let them fall to the floor.
In anticipation of this Jessie had not worn his boxers today.
What Catherine saw in front of her immediately made her forget all about the cucumber she'd been using just moments ago.
Sticking out from Jessie's crotch was a cock like she'd never seen before. Of course she only had the vision of what her husband's cock looked like, and even then she only remembered it when she was in a trance, like she was now.
Carl's cock was about 18 inches long and quite thick, with an abundance of foreskin covering his cock head.
Jessie's cock looked to be about an inch or two longer and much larger around as well. It even had an amount of foreskin attached that made Carl's look short in comparison.
Reaching out she grabbed the skin and pulled it out from the black rod she held in her other hand, admiring it's length. Once she had it stretched as far as she could she guessed it was easily as long as the cock was.
"Amazing!" she thought.
With her other hand she pulled the loose skin back onto his cock and watched as the slightly darkish head of his cock appeared. It was almost pointed, with his piss hole situated at the top of the glans, much like her husbands. The only difference was the color. The cock in her hand was just a black as the man
himself.
The texture of Jessie's cock was also different from Carl's. Jessie's skin had a velvety feel to it. It actually felt like she was holding something other then a cock in her hand. If she hadn't been looking at it she'd have sworn it was just a wooden rod with velvet cloth draped over it.
As she slowly began to pump up and down on the cock a drop of clear liquid appeared at his piss hole and she remembered Carl telling her it was pre cum, a lubrication he shot before he actually ejaculated. She touched it with the end of her tongue and realized it tasted much like the fluid she'd suck from Carl's cock before she's suck him off.
Slowly she took the cock head into her mouth, using her tongue to slather around it, feeling its texture and sponginess. Using her tongue further, she slipped it between his foreskin and his cock head, tasting the juices accumulated there. Much like Carl's it had a tanginess about it, but it excited her just the same.
Already her juices were beginning to collect between her legs and she knew from experience that they'd soon be flowing and spilling from between her legs and onto the sheets beneath her. With her other hand she played with her clitoris as she sucked off Jessie, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock in her mouth and her own fingers in her pussy.
Jessie stood there and watched as his black cock disappeared into Catherine's hot mouth. It'd be a while since he'd been sucked off and it still felt as good now as it had then. The only difference was that the last time it had been a man with his cock in his mouth, sucking him until he shot his load into the man's
mouth.
Catherine took as much of the cock into her mouth as she could. She'd only recently learned to take all of her husband without choking and gagging. Jessie though, was much longer and she'd have to work a little longer to be able to get all of him into her mouth and throat, but she knew she could eventually do
it. In face, she knew she'd end up doing it.
As she sucked she also jerked Jessie's cock, allowing the foreskin to cover and retreat from his cock head, feeling the skin as it slid up and down the hard rod. She enjoyed the feeling of the excess skin as it slid down the back of her tongue and into her throat, and she didn't gag on it, either. Once she'd gotten
it all down her throat she'd enjoy the feeling as it reversed when she pumped the cock and retreated back to uncover the head once again.
To Jessie it felt like a dream. None of the men who'd ever sucked him off had done what Catherine was now doing to him and the feeling just increased the feeling, making him feel sure that he wouldn't be able to keep from shooting his load into her mouth.
Once, when Catherine had felt he was about to shoot his load, she remembered something Carl had taught her. She slid her hand down the length of his rod and squeezed the middle of his organ between her thumb and her first two fingers. That would stop his ejaculation and lengthen the time she could
still suck on him.
She continued to suck and jack, suck and jack, until she was certain he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, then she pulled as much of him into her mouth as she could at that time and used her tongue to jab into his piss hole at the same time. Once she'd done that she pulled out and bit down on his
foreskin, then immediately sucked him back into her mouth. After doing that twice it was only a matter of time before she shot his load.
Catherine looked up at Jessie and smiled.
"How was that, Jessie?" she asked him.
"You did fine for your first black cock, Miss Catherine. " There was a big smile on his face as well.
"Now, are you ready to see how this feels between those legs of yours?" he asked her.
Turning around and positioning herself in the center of the mattress, she replied, "Ready and waiting!"
No further encouragement was needed as Jessie got up on the bed and quickly positioned himself between her spread legs. Her pussy was open and dripping her juices, begging to be fucked by that big black, uncut cock. Jessie was determined not to let her down.
He grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. With his other hand he pulled her lips even wider, creating a larger opening for his cock to enter. Then he touched his cock to her clitoris and began to rub it up and down, with his piss hole catching her clit on every stroke, stimulating her even
further.
Catherine groaned in appreciation to the penetration. With her pussy already stretched by the cucumbers Jessie's cock slid easily into her. His girth and length quickly filled her up and the feel of his velvety cock inside her excited her even more, causing more of her juices to be produced, making his penetration even easier.
Once he settled in, and was sure she would be able to handle his size, he began to stroke in and out, causing her to groan even louder.
"Feels soooooo gooooood," she moaned.
She also clutched his cock even harder with her pussy muscles, gripping him tighter and causing even more friction with her body.
Jessie knew it wouldn't be as long as her oral stimulation before he shot another load deep into her, but he wanted it to last longer so by the time he'd been fucking her for about five minutes, he pulled out of her.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," she groaned. "PUT IT BACK!!!!"
"Oh, I will. First thought I'm going to use my mouth on you for a while. "
That thought excited her very much. She loved it when Carl sucked her pussy and she was sure she'd love it when Jessie did it.
Once he'd pulled out, Catherine grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them back until her knees were touching the point of her rock-hard nipples.
Before Jessie dived into her pussy though, he pushed her legs aside and use his mouth on those nipples.
He's always been amazed at those hard nipples and her almost flat chest since that first moment he'd witnessed Catherine and Carl that night almost 18 years ago. Now he was finally getting his chance to suck those nipples and he was enjoying it, too.
Catherine loved to have her nipples handled and sucked on. Carl would spend what seemed like hours sucking and biting her nipples, until she'd finally have to tell him to quit. The next day she'd be glad that she didn't have to wear a bra, because her nipples would be constantly hard, and sore, at the same time.
It would take about a week for them to lose their tenderness and be ready for the next assault on them.
Not that she complained about it.
Jessie loved the feel of those nipples against his tongue. He was surprised at just how hard they actually got to be. He'd never sucked on nipples this hard in his life. It was almost like sucking on a rock, but that didn't stop him. He'd suck on one then the other, using his teeth as he'd seen Carl do, and he
continued working on them until he heard Catherine tell him she couldn't take any more.
Only then did he begin to work down her body, traveling to her open pussy, which was just waiting and begging for his oral attention.
First he concentrated on her outer lips, licking up the remaining juices and enjoying the smoothness of her naked pussy. While he preferred a little hair around the lips, he certainly enjoyed the feeling of no hair as well.
Once he withdrew he once again went down on her with his mouth, this time cleaning up the load he'd shot into her and he didn't stop this time, not even when she begged him to. He loved the taste of his own sperm and wanted to make sure he got every drop inside her. When he'd finally finished he pulled
his mouth off her hole and sat up on the mattress, between the still spread legs of Catherine. He moved around until his legs dangled off the side of the bed, his feet resting on the floor. He turned to Catherine and noticed she'd already had her fingers between her legs and was busy stroking her clitoris.
"Damn!" he thought.
Once Catherine had brought herself to one final climax she withdrew her fingers, bringing them up to her mouth, and licking off her own juices. She looked at Jessie and smiled again.
"Thank you," she told him.
"Buttermilk," was all he said.
Catherine immediately went limp and once again entered a trance.
"When you wake up you won't remember any of this. You'll feel quite satisfied and relaxed. If you want to pleasure yourself you're free to do so, but you won't remember that I was in your bed, or that you sucked my cock, or that I ate you out and fucked your wonderful pussy. OK?"
"Yes," was the only reply.
"When you hear your alarm clock you'll wake up refreshed and ready to go. " And, while he spoke, he set the alarm clock for the following morning, got dressed, collected his shoes in the hallway, and went to the building at the back of the grounds where he lived.
All in all, he was quite pleased with himself.
Now, his only thought was how was he going to get Carl in a position where he could suck that wonderful white cock and have his cock sucked as well. He'd do a little research himself and see what he could come up with.
When Carl got home on Friday night Jessie was there at the front of the garage, waiting for him.
Getting out of his car he saw Jessie in the headlights, as he stood to the side of the door. He could tell that the man wanted to talk to him, so he indicated for Jessie to join him at the back of the car. As he opened the trunk and removed his suitcases he asked Jessie what he wanted.
"I want you to tell me how you hypnotized Miss Catherine, sir. "
No preamble.
Just a straight forward question.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jessie. "
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