I attended high school in Manchester way back in the 1980-90s, so you know I’m already pushing half a century. Way back in those dark ages, I had a thing for a really shy African princess; (Jen is near enough to her real name shortened…but let’s call her that) you know the type with the hourglass figure, full ass and thick pouty red lips that looked even sexy when she was telling me “no” whenever I made any suggestive ideas about romance.

She was a strict good girl who ran from boys. After school I saw Jen, only on a single occasion in the early 2000s while she was working as a teller in NCB New Kgn. She was middle-aged city cosmopolitan confident and sophisticated hottie in a uniform that highlighted her small perky breasts and round butt, in heels that accentuated the curves of her legs as she casually called to me, being too busy for more than a quick hello, but long enough to give me a raging hard cock. Met her again in 2008, while shopping in a supermarket in Spanish Town. I greeted my old school friend, while passing shopping trolleys in an aisle. Jen was looking just as fine in office wear and sporting a wedding ring that said hot MILF. I imagined she would not even have remembered my name (as women of that age and stage in life, seem prone to). Imagine my surprise that she grabbed my hand and reprimanded me for being so distant and casual. That one touch had our sets of eyes locked, as some sort of electric energy flowed as we tried to catch up decades in a 40 min conversation over groceries.

Her phone was ringing, as hubby outside was wondering where she was, while my eyes were undressing her. She oozed sexual appeal. Jen (not I) insisted on exchanging numbers with a promise to call later in the evening, after learning that my woman was living overseas and that I was living alone at home. By the time she called at about 8:30, I had already jerked off twice at home thinking of her lovely, silky, dark, sexy body and sensual mouth. I kept the conversation platonic and had to ask about her husband’s whereabouts after an hour on the phone. Seems he was watching TV, after doing dishes, since she had made dinner.

Discovered she was on the verge of going off to study as the start of career change. Out of respect of Jens’ relationship, I had to cut our conversation short, just shy of the 2 hours in which I had been holding and stroking my cock while talking with her. We agreed to go to Port Royal the following Friday after work. I had never had a side woman since being married, so I was shy about pushing the envelope, as she never did drop any hints about getting intimate, despite us being out and chatting till 9:00 pm. I didn’t want her husband to be upset, after his 3rd call, so she told him, she was out with a friend, who would drop her home.

My discovery that he was an ex army, made me cut the date short. Dropped her home way up near Linstead in a large, secluded house. I waited, in the driveway nervously, till hubby opened the door, to be sure she was in safe. She still called me at 10:15 to make sure I got home back safe in Spanish Town.

We spoke and texted almost everyday for 3 weeks till I suggested another Port Royal meetup. This time I picked Jen up at Devon House after work, where she was waiting…in her hubby’s truck…. with him inside it…. She introduced my 5’7” and 165 lbs to a big raasclaat man about 6’ 5”, and 250-300 lbs. My dick went limp, and balls shrunk as he shook my hand and gave me a courteous greeting. After a series of occasional Friday night dates repeated itself about 4 times, I was getting blue balls from being around this mature African goddess. I was being a gentleman, on my best behaviour, but the dog in me wanted to suck and fuck Jen in every imaginable way possible.

My woman had been away for over 8 months, and we were discussing calling it quits anyway. One Friday I told Jen that I was low on cash to go out, but I could show her how good a cook I was at home. She admitted she wanted to see my house, without hesitation, causing my cock to jump and pre-cum to begin wetting my underpants. We arrived about 4:00 pm, and I’ll admit that I kept my place with decent enough décor and cleanliness to make and impression. I’m better than most in the kitchen, so a soup and chicken salad was ready by 6:00.

Jens’ hands, breasts and thighs brushing past me while she helped me in the small kitchen almost had me over the edge. Even at this point, I still didn’t know if she was just taking me for a ride or wanted me to ride her. So dinner and dishes are over and we’re having sorrel beer while watching cable and chatting some more. Her shoes are off and I ask Jen if she wouldn’t be more comfy with her feet on the couch. She says she’s okay so I gradually coax and convince her to stretch out her legs so her feet can rest in my lap, while I massage the stiffness in the soles of her feet from wearing heels all day.

Of course my cock is at attention and her feet detect the warm hard guest in my lap. She goes really quiet (why do most Jamaican women do that?) when I begin extending the massage to her calves. I tell her I want to kiss those moist, thick lips. No answer, so I control my urge and instead just snuggle, for a few more minutes. I massage her torso after we change positions, to her head leaning back on my chest. After a few mins, I work up the courage to plant soft kiss at the back of her neck. Still silence, after a second one. I go full lips kiss, then open mouthed tongue to explore her sweet wet mouth. I continue massaging back and torso, daring not to go any further for another 20 mins.

We’re now both hot and a bit sweaty, as the couch is leather. She resists me taking off her bra (or pretends she does), so I play along a little bit more, but tell her that I’ve wanted her too long, but promise not to go any further than she would permit me to. I ask just to suck her breasts and that she can stop me, if she thinks we’re going too far. More silence, so I take her bra off. No resistance now. She has the perfect black dark areolas around her mature nipples, which are erect. I oh so gently pay enough attention to each in turn, using lips, tip of tongue and just enough teeth pressure to make her gasp. I wanted to send her a clear message about the qualification and experience of my lips, tongue and mouth in exploring the female body.

Her eyes are closed, even as she raises her hips when I begin removing that ass hugging skirt. The wonderful clean yet strong musky, smell of female arousal is inches from my face, so I lean in and give her a tender, yet firm vaginal kiss her through her panties. I just love the little jerk that first intimate type of touch causes in most women. She ask’s me what are we doing while I’m breathing into the crotch of her panties, so I ask her if she wants me to stop after giving her crotch a strong open mouth kiss. I taste her fully and tell her that I’d like to eat her out and that she can call the shots in saying yes or no. Silence returns. The panties I remove with care, but firmly, stretching the fabric when passing from her hips over curves of her lovely firm black ass.

I play devil’s advocate by getting up to hang her clothes deliberately and slowly on the back of a chair. That was her chance to have a change of mind….When I return to the couch, like most women, she seems nervous about having a new man put his face inside her most intimate, hidden garden. I tell her to relax, gently open her legs, take a long lick along her slit to clit and assure her explicitly in words just how good her vagina tastes.

Now…..NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY. Mi jus dive off inna di pussyhole wid mi mout. My mode of attack is: lick first to bring the juices out to the lips, second kiss it side to side , so the lips open enough to find out just how deep inside I can push my tongue. The real, true, unique pussy flavour comes out at this point, as it begins running wet juice that I eat all up while giving wet french kisses and deeply tongue fucking her deep pink, hot, sweet, slippery pussy. I keep this action up until pussy is open enough to accommodate full mouth while nose nuzzling the clitoris. Now I can focus on her small clitoris, using suction and tongue wagging to make her squirm.

She’s clenching her mouth shut, but about 10 mins of a fully wet mouth sucking with the tip of tongue flicking the clit gently, but at a steady brisk pace is just stimulation to make her moan. I see she’s fighting the orgasm and I do not want overstimulation to cause numbness of her delicate clitoral and labial nerve endings , so I pause.

My time to ask her questions; does she prefer to be licked, sucked, eaten, fucked or could I have the permission to show her what I mean by nyamming out her pussy. Maybe a little bit intimidated, Jen instead tells me to sit back. I know what that means, but I want to have her take the initiative. She unbuckles my belt, button and waits. I open my zipper and raise my hips, so she can pull my jeans off. I like looking at the focus of curious a woman undressing me. It’s like aggressive submissive, if there is such a thing. She looks at the twisted bulge in my underpants with a wet pre-cum spot. She seems nervous, so I pull the briefs off and sit back to watch her. She takes my cock in her hand, trying to scrutinize my hygiene, size and whatever other criteria a woman uses to evaluate an organ that will soon be inside their own body.

I’m uncut, which I realise is sometimes a bit of a confusing distraction for some women. I can tell Jen is experienced when she pulls back the foreskin expertly with appropriate force. She discretely sniffs, then tastes with a light lick, before taking just the head through those red, wet lips and onto her tongue. I sigh my appreciative encouragement and allow her to take her time to massage my throbbing dick between her palate and soft tongue. Her initial handling tells me she is moderately experienced at sucking cock as she is retaining just enough saliva inside her mouth for that smooth, warm friction. Amateurs (or those that dislike the act) generally go for the drier approach, which is “ouch”, not so appreciated.

By her third stroke, she is now going all of six inches throat deep. I now know that she is qualified to be almost at slut level, as this type of action brings secretion of that special slippery throat saliva which my dickhead really appreciates as it slides around her tongue, roof of mouth and lips. She slurps, licks and plays it just sloppy enough. Saying that it was almost as nasty as I like it means she was very good at sucking hood. I begged for over 15 mins for some 69, but she didn’t want any distractions away from her cock gobbling.

I had to forcibly pull my cock out of her throat so we could address other matters at hand. I like a woman to know that I have few boundaries, so I deeply French kissed her as a reward for a few minutes. My cock was dripping long strings of spit on my legs and the floor as it throbbed while I retrieved a condom. With much impatience I opened the small packet and pulled it on as Jen looked on while massaging a nipple unconsciously. I just had to suck each nipple for a few seconds, gave her pussy a promissory kiss and held her legs high and wide open, so she could watch the act of my cock slowly pushing past her dark pussy lips and deeper inside her delicious body. I put just the tip inside for more than a prolonged couple of seconds, allowed it to throb right there as she looked at our bodies connected.

Her shift in gaze to look into my eyes to seek an answer as to my hesitation, was the key for me to slide fluidly balls deep into her pussyhole, making her squint from the sudden, unexpected intensity. I gave Jen another reward kiss and told her just how lovely her pussy was caressing my cock, as I held myself deep inside her so her walls could adjust to having a dick inside. Slowly I pulled back, studying her breathing pattern and every facial muscle twitch to gauge when, how and where my cock inside her was giving her pleasurable sensations.

After a dozen or so slow mid depth strokes, I started to better focus on how to please this dark vixen, who was now submissive to my cock. Going with shallow gyrating strokes allow the cock to slide, poke and explore which corners of Jen’s pussy were most sensitive. This I followed with jackhammer, full length, deep penetration to find her limits and see her response to aggressive sex (as some women like). I use my mind to try and ignore the absolutely heavenly sensations in my cock, as it plays in this sweet, moist hole. I must focus on her pleasure, so I wet my thumb in my mouth and gently part her pussy lips, rubbing side to side, as I try to detect the ideal force and friction her clitoris appreciates, while still fucking her pussy. She gasps, resists, the moans after a minute or two. I pulled my cock out rapidly and went down on her instantly with firm mouth suction and wet tongue flicks to her clitoris for the next 2 minute as she pushed and pulled at my ears, bald scalp and forehead, all the while making small incoherent yelps and moans of either please for more of less intensity. I grabbed her ass cheeks and maintained my firm lock on her delicious, now sloppy wet crotch with a steady pressure and pace of licking as she thrashed left and right, bucking her hips. Her grunts of protest fooled me into believing that she had actually cum and I allowed her to push my wet face away.

I put aside my disappointment, wiped my face with my nearby undershirt and renewed a dominant mounting of this beautiful black vixen, with a new determination to punish fuck the living daylights out of her for denying me giving her an orgasm. I was getting tired, and sweating like a bottle in the fridge, after pumping her hole to the point of sloppyly queefing for another 10 more minutes, almost lying fully on top of her, with our mixed sweat and body fluids being the massage lubricant between us. It was then I discovered that the grinding of our groins were brushing her clitoris against my pubic bone and the base of my cock. With my breath failing and the focus of a lion on his prey, I adjusted my dick angle, as I moved higher up, holding her hips just slightly lower than mine. I’d be lying if I said that my hard cock was in discomfort from the strain and contortion, but I was hell bent on making this bitch cum hard.

Success, comes through dedicated repetition when she grabbed my back, pulled me down on her while bursting into tears and a final scream of what seemed to be my name and the words stop, all the while flailing her legs and torso. I thought my cock was broken. She then fell back on the couch completely motionless, silent and hardly breathing. My attempts at softly kissing away the sweat droplets from her face and breasts did not give a single response. She was completely unconscious! My panicked calling and shaking made her stir ever so slightly to be able to whisper, “Please, I just need to rest” Her entire body lay flaccid even after I went to the refrigerator for a cool drink of water, for at least 2 minutes.

I gently nursed Jen back to the world of the living, with a confusing mixture of emotions: almost regretting that I had just fucked her so hard, pride in making her cum and frustration of still having a hard, cock which was numb from friction, yet painful from being twisted. It was only after I confirmed with Jen that she had not been injured or suffered trauma, when she asked if I had cum and looking at my slimy cock, did we realise that the condom was nowhere to be found. It was already near 8:00 pm. To this day, I still don’t believe that we had been fucking and sucking almost nonstop for over an hour and a quarter. I’m sure there were lapses that we forgot about due to hyperventilation, during the saga. I took special time and care to pamper Jen, as I considered that I really ought to have held back. She noticed my concern, asked me what was wrong, and blurted out laughing when I apologized for being too aggressive.

She told me she absolutely loves being used totally and absolutely like a total slut in heat, with no holds fucking and that she orgasms that way (rarely during penetration), which is why she fights the feeling, when she feels it building. Seems that, at 35, I was still learning. Maybe this story was too long…..I need feedback please. The saga was’nt yet over, but that is for another episode. My journey with Jen continued for nearly a decade more….

F.H. St Catherine