Chapter 1
Betty McSorley was a sweet thing of twenty-seven.
She was, until the day of her seventeenth birthday, Betty Hanover. It was then that she married Patrick McSorley, the man of her dreams.
He was tall with red hair and green eyes. He had a cute little dimple on his face which deepened whenever he smiled. And he smiled all of the time.
Patrick's father had come from Ireland and settled here in Cherry Valley, Connecticut. So, Patrick and Betty had known each other their whole life.
They had gone through grammar school together.
They had dated all through high school.
Then they had gotten married.
It was a beautiful wedding!
They had been married in the Episcopalian church, where Debbie's family had gone.
Then off to the Elk's Lodge for a wedding reception.
It still made Debbie cry whenever she looked through her photo album at the pictures.
They had gone to the Pocono's for their honeymoon. It had been a beautiful, romantic retreat.
Out of that week had come their little girl, Can-dace, named after Betty's mother.
Candy was now ten years old.
It seemed so long ago!
Candy had a younger brother named Bobby, named after Patrick's father.
They were a happy little family that lived in a Cape Cod home at 10 Orchard Street.
Betty had everything a person could want!
A loving husband and two beautiful children.
A handsome little home in a nice neighborhood in a nice city in a nice state.
Everything was nice!
She had a nice position of respect in the church and in the community.
She had time to do the things she liked: crochet and do volunteer work with the Women's Auxiliary and the PTA.
Life was wonderful!
Life was happy!
Life was nice!
And Debbie was still young and attractive. She could still fit into her wedding dress! She had shoulder-length blonde hair. She had blue eyes.
She had a cute little figure with a nicely rounded ass and big, firm titties.
So, why was Betty depressed?
Betty didn't know.
What could be the matter?
She thought it might be that she felt unfulfilled.
"Honey," she began one evening after she had put the children away to bed. "Yes, my love."
"I have been feeling depressed lately. Something is the matter."
"What is it?"
"I don't know. On the Donahue show today they were talking about women who get to feeling depressed because they feel unfulfilled. They said that some women are made to feel worthless by society. Because society doesn't deem a housewife and mother as a real profession. They say I should go to work."
"WORK!"
"Yes. I could get a little job somewhere a few afternoons a week."
"I would really rather you didn't. What about Candy and Bobby?"
"I'd be home before they got home from school."
"Well, we'll see."
"Okay."
She knew that when he said "we'll see", it meant no!
The reason she was so depressed was because she wasn't getting any!
Of course, she didn't know this, because she was a virgin before her wedding night.
Patrick McSorley was the only one to have ever seen her young, pink pussy.
And, it is safe to say, Patrick McSorley was not very good in the sack.
In fact, he had very little interest in sex.
The did it once or twice a month at best. He would usually be done a few strokes after he was in there.
He was in and out practically before she knew about it!
Consequently, she had never really enjoyed sex.
But, she had nothing else to compare it to, either.
So, she went on like this for a while, she continued to be depressed, but her husband was adamant about her not being allowed to take on a job.
"What would the guys down at the office say if they were to find out that my wife had to work! They would wonder what the problem was! They would think that I couldn't support my own family!"
And with that the argument had been settled.
Of course, he was willing to make concessions.
He realized that his wife wasn't k-like the other housewives in Cherry Valley, Connecticut. She wasn't content to just vacuum and watch soap operas all day long.
No, she wanted something more.
So, he ordered cable TV!
This way she could watch movies in the afternoon when she was done her housecleaning!
And, he could get the sports channels!
It seemed like a good idea.
She didn't think that it would help her problem much.
Nevertheless, one Wednesday morning she found herself sitting at home, waiting for the man who was going to come to hook up the TV for cable.
At around nine o'clock, there was a ring at the door.
"Just a minute!"
Betty hummed a little tune as she rushed to the door.
"You's de people dats wants de cable!"
It was a tall, scruffy looking black man.
Betty stepped back!
She was stunned for a second.
"Oh, yes."
She composed herself and stepped aside so the man could get in. It wasn't that she was prejudiced or anything. Nosiree!
She loved Johnny Mathis!
It was just that there were no negroes living in Cherry Valley, Connecticut.
She was surprised to see him.
As she closed her door, she saw that Mrs. Peeps-ter, her neighbor, was staring through the blinds.
Betty did not want to cause a stir!
She watched the man as he sat down beside the TV and got out his tools.
He was tall, at least six feet tall.
He looked like he was a body builder. His body was covered with bulging, massive muscles.
All of this was covered by ebony hide which glistened with sweat as he worked.
His features were big and rough. He had a scar down one side of his face. He looked mean and rough. He was a giant man. And dirty!
His body was covered with the grime of basements he had to crawl through to hook up the wires to the TV's.
"Dis de only TV in de house?"
He was talking to her, but he wasn't looking her in the eye.
"How rude!" she thought.
She was glad she had taught her children the correct way to address someone.
Then she realized that, although he wasn't looking her in the face, he was staring her in the chest.
She tried to cover herself, realizing that the sweater she was wearing was awfully revealing.
She would know better than to order Cheryl Tiegs clothing from Sears again!
"Lady! I asked you if'n dis was de only TV in de house."
"No, there is another one in the kitchen and another one in ... uh ... um...."
He was staring down at her skirt. "Whe' id it?"
"My ... um ... my husband's and my bedroom."
"De Bedroom. We takes care o' dat one last, okay?"
"Um, whatever you say."
She was getting nervous.
He was staring at her very intently and he was standing much too close.
"Are you ... from around here?" she asked.
"Naw. Fs from Lakewood, whe' de cable company is."
"Oh, really."
He fixed the TV in a matter of minutes.
All he did was attach a little box to it and ran that to a wire which led out of the house.
"Dat's all I does. De gun who hitches up de wire will come tomorrow. Den you gits HBO."
"Okay."
"Whe's de kitchen?"
"Oh, this way." She led him into hate kitchen. All the way, he stared at her ass. It jiggled in her little pink skirt all the way to the kitchen.
He did the same to the little black and white TV in the kitchen.
He opened his tool box just a little.
She glanced inside curiously.
She saw a bunch of the little boxes like he put on the TV in the living room and a few ordinary tools. There was also another gadget in there which she couldn't place.
It looked like some sort of motor.
No.
Some sort of pump.
It was some sort of hydraulic pump.
He saw what she was looking at and slammed the tool box shut.
He gave her a stern look and then returned to his work.
Soon, he was finished with this TV. "Okay, whe's de bedroom."
"Up this way."
She couldn't help but feel nervous.
He was standing entirely too close to her.
His eyes were all over her.
Especially on her large, firm titties which looked larger still in their old fashioned support bra, which picked them up and pushed them out into two conical points.
She raced ahead of him up the stairs.
He grabbed his tool box firmly in his big black hands and strolled up the stairs.
She walked into the bedroom and pointed over to the corner where the TV stood.
"It's over there."
He got right to work.
As soon as she saw that he was almost done, she began to ease her way out of the room.
"Where you going, Missy?"
"My name is Betty. I am going downstairs."
"Mine is Clayton. You's scared o' being in de same room as me."
"No, not at all."
"Den why's you leaving."
"I was just, just ... uh ... no reason at all."
"Tell me, Missy. You likes to fuck?" She was shocked!
She had never heard anyone say that word before in Cherry Valley, Connecticut!
"I asked you a question, Missy."
She wanted to run, but she couldn't. She was frozen. She was in shock.
The big, black man stood up and walked over to the door of the bedroom.
He closed it.
Betty began to shake with fear. "Yo' do' don' lock. You better hopes yo' hubby don' decide to show up." She stared at him.
Could this really be happening to her? He grabbed her tightly and began kissing down her neck.
Without meaning to, she sighed deeply.
"I ... uh, don't want to do this."
"Sure, you do."
"No, really. Stop."
"You don't wants for' me to stop."
He was right.
She didn't want for him to stop.
He continued to kiss down her neck.
He began to rub her tits through her sweater.
He was passionate.
He wanted her body.
He wanted to fuck her!
She had never felt that way with her husband. She felt hot and desirable with the black man. She liked it.
"You ever had black dick up yo' pussy afore?" She couldn't speak.
She was so much in shock that this could be happening to her.
"You got a bad habit, Missy. When I asks you a question, I expects an answer."
SMACK!
He hit her with the back of his hand and she went flying across the room onto the floor. "AAAAH!" She screamed!
The force of the man's punch stung as his leathery skin bit into the side of her face. "Don't do that, please."
"Den answer me when I asks you a question. And does what I says to do. Whassa matter, Missy. Ain't you ever had it rough afore?"
"No."
"Yo' hubby ain't never gotten wild when he was makin' de beast wif you?"
"No."
"Yo' hubby ain't very good at fuckin', is he?" She stared up into the eyes of the black man. He was right.
And she hated her husband for it!
"No, he isn't."
He began to unbutton his shirt. "Git yo' clothes off."
Slowly, nervously, she pulled off her sweater and undid her skirt.
She took off her bra and panties and stockings.
She stood in front of the black man completely naked.
She was scared.
But she had decided to go through with it, and damn the consequences.
She couldn't just go on living the way she had been living.
She needed to know what it was like have sex and have it be wild and rough and hot! She looked up.
The black man stood before her, completely naked.
She gasped!
She had never seen a dick except for her husband's. This was huge!
It was already at half-mast and it was as big around as the grip on a baseball bat!
He picked her up and threw her on the bed before she had time to complain or back out.
She landed with a thud.
The next thing she knew he had his legs straddled around her throat and that massive shaft of dickmeat was in her face.
"Suck dat meat, missy. Suck dat big, fat black cock!"
He had her head gripped in his hands. He pulled her head up and her mouth was pressing up against his cock. "I said suck it!" SMACK!
He slapped the side of her face so hard that he left a big red mark in the shape of his hand.
"Suck dat big, fat cock! You like black cock! You only wish de color would stain yo' mouf so's all yo' whitey neighbors could see dat you likes gettin' big fat black dicks shoved down yo' throat!"
She opened her mouth a little and he thrust the whole thing into her mouth with one powerful thrust!
SLAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! She gagged! She coughed!
She gulped for breath that wasn't there. He plunged the cock into her gullet all the way to the hilt.
He pumped and pumped into her mouth.
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
Her warm, wet mouth gripped his cock tightly and felt really good to the horny black man.
He loved the feel of her mouth.
He loved the feel of the undulations of her throat.
Actually, it was the feel f her twisting her head this way and that, trying to find some way to breathe around his dick.
But there was no way.
His cock was enormous!
It stopped up her windpipe easily.
And he was far from finished yet!
He kept fucking her face, slamming his long, hard tool down her throat.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
He fucked away with all his might. She was trapped. She was cornered.
There was no way she could loose herself from the man's grip! He had her down where he wanted her and she was staying there! She couldn't breathe!
Looking at it before, she would have laughed if someone had suggested that she could take that whole thing down her throat.
But she didn't try.
He didn't bother to wait for her to try!
He just had her open her mouth a little and then he pushed his cock down her throat as far as it would go!
And it could reach pretty far down her throat.
And the more he fucked, the harder his cock!
And longer!
And thicker!
He pushed and pushed!
Soon, his cock was as big as it could get.
She held back the urge to gag up her breakfast.
She coughed all the air out of her lungs!
GAG! HACK!
KHOUGHHHHHHHHHHH!
Soon there was no air left in her lungs.
She felt tingly all over.
She felt faint!
He pumped and pumped.
JAM!
JAM! JAM!
He jammed, bobbed and jerked. The whole force of his big black body went slamming into her steamy, hot oral cavity. Soon, the pain subsided.
The urge to hack and cough and free herself from the black man's massive tool was also gone.
The black log which had formed a wet bridge from his midsection to her mouth was now a part of her.
She loved it!
It was an experience the likes of which she had never experienced.
The experience was hot and horny!
She felt her pussy moisten with it's self-lubricating oils and then dampen and then gush!
Electricity ran up and down her nervous system!
She was in shock!
She was buzzing with sweet delight!
She felt a strange tingling in her pussy.
Her clit, which her husband had all but let whither and die, was buzzing and humming for the first time in her life.
With her only being half aware that it was happening, her hand moved down to her clit and began to rub it in smooth, soft, slow circles.
"Yeah, missy, I's likes de way you white women touches y'sefs!"
Her rubbing got harder and faster.
His pumping into her got harder and harder!
THRUST!
THRUST!
THRUST!
Her throat had gotten so tired from fighting off the invading shaft of enormous manmeat that his thrusting was becoming commonplace.
She loved the feeling.
It was the feeling of a hot, horny man inside of her and it made her all the more hot and horny!
Hornier than she had ever been in her entire life.
Her throat was completely relaxed now and she was able to take the whole shaft without a problem.
Problem?
It was sheer pleasure!
He thrust and thrust and she stroked her clit in time.
With her other hand, she pulled apart the lips to her pussy.
She pulled them apart far!
She imagined how that huge, black pecker pole would feel when it was slamming up inside her beaver!
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
"AAAAAH!"
Shew screamed past the enormous invader.
Something was happening down in her pussy. Something strange!
Something she had never experienced before when she had been fucking with her husband! She screeched!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA!"
"UNGH!"
"UH!"
"UH!"
"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Electric excitement ran from her pussy and shot all through her body!
She rolled all around the bed!
Her nipples were rock-hard!
She gulped down his cock!
There was nothing to stop her now!
She tried to swallow as much of the manmeat as she could!
She gnawed at his nappy pubic hairs with her teeth.
This crazed bitch had gotten a good fuck for the first time in her life and she was loving it!
Her first orgasm was still ringing in her ears!
She was covered with a damp sweat!
"Yeah, bitch! Rub y'sef! You white bitches know how to gits hot! I loves de sight of you white bitches when you come!"
She was still rolling all over the bed!
Her hands began to stroke up and down the black man's body.
His skin felt smooth and cool and leathery to her touch!
She loved the feel of his big, bulgy muscles! He was so strong!
She loved to rub her hand as up and down his smooth chest!
Across his flat abdomen!
Over his bulging black muscles's!
She ran her hand down to his ass!
She had always secretly loved black men's asses!
They were so round!
Even really skinny black men seemed to have these asses which stuck out too far!
She ran her fingers up and down his smooth black ass!
She ran her fingers along the crack in his ass. It was sop warm!
He was so hot, like a raging fire inside!
She ran her finger all up and down the crack in his black ass.
"Ooh, bitch! You sure as Hell is horny! Ain't you?"
She murmured a satisfied: "YES!"
She gulped at his plunging black dick!
He continued to ram it into her.
He didn't hold back any, he gave it all he had!
RAM!
RAM!
RAM!
RAM!
She brought her finger up to her nose. She sniffed the stench that came off the black man's ass.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
She hummed!
It made her so horny!
So very, very horny!
She sniffed at it as he continued to fuck her face at full throttle. RAM! RAM! RAM! RAM!
She reminded herself who was fucking her as she sniffed the musky smelling finger.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." He gave it all he had.
Then he grabbed her by the hair on the back of her neck really hard and yanked her head up to meet every last one of his thrusts!
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
She didn't feel a thing.
Except, a slight pulsing of the skin of his cock against her quivering lips.
But, this pumping action erupted into a gusher of hot, steamy come inside her mouth!
She couldn't swallow it fast enough!
"UNGH!"
"UNGH!"
"YEAH, WHITE CUNT! SUCK! SUCK THAT DICK! SUCK THAT MOTHER FUCKIN' BIG BLACK DICK! SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF THAT HOT, STICKY COME!"
She tried and tried!
She didn't want to miss a drop!
She had never tasted come before!
It was warm and salty and mucousy!
It was soooooooooo good!