The Layable Lady (MF, FF, intr, exh, reluc, 1st) by Liz Foster Lusting to be used by another black man. I rejected common sense and that is what this story is all about. I was married bi-sexual women at the time of this story, it's about me and what I did during WW II, and subsequent years after. It's also about my husband Bill and what he forced me into doing from 1952 through 1959 after he discovered four of five diaries I had kept while he was in the service. He also discovered some photos of me, along with three magazines titled, "Black man's Desire" and a film of me that was titled "White Layable Lady." I had hidden all these items safely away in my hope chest in the attic for some dumb sentimental reason. All of these things were conceived while Bill was away fighting the war. Those years between 52 and 59 were extremely anxious, intense, agonizing, and sometimes painful years for me. And yet many high points poped up that I will never forget. In either case I won't easily forget those times. My story starts two years after Bill and I had gotten married. Pearl Harbor was bombed it was February 1942 and Bill enlisted in the Navy leaving our poor miserable financial problems in my hands to try and resolve, and to keep the wolf away from the door so we didn't lose our small home. That's how I became involved with Franklin, a black man. He took photos and made blue films of me with other black men which he sold and they appeared in black men's sex magazines, that started showing up in mid 1942. Franklin told me that magazines and film's were taboo and sold under the counter in a back alley shop in New York City. Being a gullible, dumb and naive twit, and so desperate for money following those dreadful depression years I believed him. I'm now seventy-three years old still a bi-sexual, still married to Bill and I have a sixty-one year older black lover. I love to run around my home and yard, and swim in the au natural with a housedress tied around my waist in case company comes by unexpectedly. I hate winter because I have to go swim at the YMCA and that means I have to wear a swimsuit. Whatever the reasons I thought it would be fun to share the war years of my life and afterwards with anybody interested in reading about them. I do hope you enjoy and will send me your comments. The war in the Pacific was going strong and Bill and I had spent our last few days and nights of his remaining thirty-day shore leave in bed it seemed like, making love. We both knew that he might not come back from the war. He wanted to satisfy my big dream of making me pregnant, something that was not to be. I also wanted to satisfy his wish to have a couple nice photos of me as will as a couple of nude photos of me to keep in his foot locker so I let him take some. After I posed for him I asked, "Bill where are you going to get that roll of film developed, we'll get in trouble for taking photos like that won't we?" He told me that a black man out at the end of town could do it for him, then he asked me to go with him to the man's place of business. We got in our Model A Ford and took off for the guys place south of us. Bill stopped in front of this old run down store front, "Bill you can't be serious, there's nobody here, or at least no one that can do our film." "Oh yes there is his, name is Franklin, and he's a damn good photographer. I've seen some of his work in town, and it's good. I've been told he's kind of crude in front of women so you better stay in the car." Being curious, I said that I would walk along. Bill knocked on the door that was barley hanging by its hinges, I thought it might fall off the he knocked so hard. We stood there for a few minutes before finally a black man came around the side of the building and said, "What the fuck you want any how banging on my door like that?" "Are you Franklin, the photographer? I have a roll of film, can you develop it for us?" "What's on it nudes of that women or something like that?" "Something like that, yes." Then Bill asked if he could do it so we could have it that afternoon. The man signaled with a nod of his head yes, then told us to come back at about four that same afternoon. We drove back home so Bill could finish packing his sea bag and I could wash and press his dress uniform. He took the Kodak box camera so he could send home some pictures for me to look at. I looked at him and said, "Promise you won't take any photos like you took of me?" "No, Liz I won't do that, you know better than to even think such a thing," he replayed laughingly. It got to be around three thirty and Bill said let's drive out to Franklin's and pick up my photos. We drove into his yard, and Franklin was sitting on the front steps resting. He nodded as we walked up to the front of the place. Bills asked, "Are they ready?" Franklin nodded yes and then handed Bill a brown paper sack and said, "Look at em' to see if they meets wif' approval." Bill opened the bag and slowly slipped the photos of me into view. One by one he analyzed his handy work and then said, "How much do I owe you?" Franklin looked at Bill and said, "Forty-five cents too much?" Bill dug in his pants pocket and found thirty-five cents and then asked me for a dime. I gave it to Franklin and Bill thanked him for the good job. As we turned and started walking back toward the car I thought I heard Franklin mutter under his breath, "You can lay on my mattress any time, you no worthless trollop." I could hear Bill give a little snicker, I don't think it crossed Bill's mind that I may have heard Franklin's uncouth remark and feel offended by it. But I did. Bill lift me with one more load of his spunk before leaving the next morning. Mornings were never a sad time for me but that morning was. Bill had to be at the train station at ten-thirty to catch the train bound for the west coast. We went to the local diner where we were treated to a free breakfast. Bill said his goodbyes to many of his buddies that morning at the diner. Then we drove down to the train station where we hugged and kissed and I waved a tearful goodbye as the train slowly pulled out. Leaving me to assume my new roll as a married woman who had just been forced into living a life of sexual abstinence... Just how I was going to endure that I had no clue, especially after the last few days that had been so filled with sexual pleasures. * Six week's passed before I got my first letter from Bill. He couldn't tell me where he was only that he was doing fine and missed me. I was already a masturbator thanks to Bill but now I was doing it two and three times a day. I even resorted to using a cucumber. I would purchase them from the A&P for a penny or two. It was my attempt at replacing the feeling of fullness that Bill's cock gave me, but it just didn't feel the same at all. I started to keep a diary of all my activities. I was writing a lot about my emotional and physical feelings. I was starting to realize from my diary that I was over sexed with a huge need for a real live man. The sound of two hot sticky, sweaty bodies slapping together in wild sexual passion was something I was really missing. Even the smell of Bill's under arms made me miss him, made me long to have a man in my bed again. From reading the thoughts that I had written down over the past weeks, I was learning something about myself as a woman. Over the past five years of married life I had become a very earthy. A wanton women ready and eager to engage in any kind of indecency or sexual intercourse with just about anybody. I had at last realized that because of my husband's lack of a romantic nature or regard for me and my needs that I could easily become cock happy slut for the sake of a good orgasm that I didn't need to fake. These new realizations kept creeping into my thoughts more and more as time went on. June came and so did the end of school and teaching for another year. I was so happy, it was vacation time. I had cleaned my classroom and put everything away so I would be ready for fall when school began again. It was then that I started to get really horny thoughts. I had lots of free time on my hands and I found myself missing Bill more and more, or was I just missing the sex I use to have with him. I didn't want to acknowledge that. * It was another beautiful Iowa day, my menstrual flow had ceased for the mouth and as I climbed out of bed that a bath would feel good. Filling the bath tube with warm water and some of my bubble bath I stood in front of the mirror idolizing my body and embraced my breast as I did then walk over to the tube I stepped into the tube and sank back into its warmth and let my cares fade a way and I restrained myself from petting my kitty as much as I wanted too. Stepping from the tube I dried off and slipped on a housedress not bothering with underwear. Going to the kitchen I fixed a bowl of oatmeal and made some toast for myself. As I was eating it struck me, what Franklin had said that day Bill and I took his roll of film out to get processed. After eating I got in the car and headed down town to buy some gas for the car. I only had a C sticker, which meant that I was allowed only five gallons of gas a week. Mr. Larson pumped the glass up with one gallon and then drained it into my car's fuel tank. I explained to him that I was trying to save up enough gas tickets so I could go visit my mom for a week. She lived one hundred and twelve miles a way. I paid Mr. Larson and drove out of town on State Highway 31. When I came to country road 11, I made a lift turn, I was now on the road that lead to Franklins old bet up house. I guess I wanted to see if he had been serious about his muttering under his breath of wanting to seeing me on his mattress. When I drove up into Franklins Yard, he was out by his barn unhitching his team of horses' from his wagon. I called out, Hello Franklin, do you remember me?" "Hell yes how could I forget you, those big jugs hanging from your front and that sweet little juice box, you're that little white tramp." I did not respond because there was more truth in his statement tan I cared to admit to. "Franklin you said you'd like to see me on your mattress what did you mean?" "Sweetie it means that your old man didn't know crap about how to take photos of a beauty like you naked." "And you do?" "You bet your sweet little white ass I do. Would you like me to prove it to you?" I hesitated for a minute kind of weighing my answer and wondering what I was going to be getting into the I said, "Yes Franklin I would." "Take off your clothes and I will." I unbuttoned my dress and slipped my arm's out from in the sleeves and let it slid down the length of my body, it lay in a hip around my angles, I stepped out of it, then bending over I picked it up, gave it a shack to get off the dust off it and tied it around my waist. "Ok now what Franklin?" He gawked at me for some time eyeing my body up and down and then said "Ok let's get some pictures of you. You and I can make some good money together, let me get my horses taken care of and we'll get started." The depression had been hard on everybody and I could tell from the looks of Franklins farm that it had been real hard for him. Has a teacher I didn't now from one payday to the next if I would get my pay or a slip saying we owe you for services rendered and payable when we have the funds. So when the word money was mentioned my ears light up. My teaching salary was not going to last me through the summer mouths and I had no idea what kind of money Bill might be sending home to me if any. Franklin finished with his chores then said, "let's go in the house, and get a cool drink of water and I'll get out my camera and some film." I followed him up the back steps and into the kitchen of his home, I was astonished at how clean it was, He looked at me and said, "Cleanliness you know, is next to godliness." Walking into Franklin's parlor I could see just what he had meant the room was so very clean and neatly keep even the depression had not stopped him from trying to say up beat. Franklin got out his camera and started to take pictures of me. He had me posing in ways that I had never thought of or even seen a woman in. He took more than twenty-five pictures of me then he was done. He said, "Layable Liz do you mind if I sell your pictures to a place I know out east?" I asked, "Will I get something out of it?" "How much do you want?" "How much will you get paid?" I asked. He looked at me I think more with the idea of, should I tell her the truth, or lie to her. Then he said, "I think we should get close to two hundred dollars for the photo's the magazine is having a had time finding white women willing to have their face appear in a black mans magazine naked and if you let me make some blue film's of you we should earn eleven or twelve hundred dollars." I looked at Franklin for a while and then said, "How much do I get out of it Franklin?" "Would a forty, sixty split be fair with you?" I thought about it for a while then asked, "Franklin what are blue films?" "Having sex with black men." "Oh, I see, are you sure we can make that much money?" "Yes very sure." "Franklin I need a day or two before I let you know about the films, okay?" "I don't know why you need that long, I was going to take some picture's of you today with Eldon." "Ohhhhh.... let's see if I like doing it first. If I do then I guess it'll be okay." Franklin asked, "Would like a drink?" "Isn't it a little early for drinking?" "No baby, it's not, will you join me or not?" "Ok just a little one I guess." He walked to the kitchen and I heard him yell out the back door, "J, get in here I want you to meet someone." I heard J and Franklin talking softly in the kitchen, "That's her, go get washed up, you can have a drink after." "Okay, okay," J replied. Franklin and I were sipping on our drinks when JC walked into the parlor, he was the same man I had seen as I pulled up mending some broken fence. He was a handsome older man in his mid forties about six feet four inches tall perhaps two hundred and fifty pounds. I could feel his eyes all over me as I sat on the sofa with only my dress wrapped around my waist. He sat down next to me and picked up the drink glass that Franklin had sat in front of him on small coffee table, then he said, "You and I are going to be in some pictures am told?" "Yes, so it seems, do you mind?" "Lordy no, I sure don't, you're one fine-looking woman." "Well thank you J." I blushed at the complement. Franklin had already started to take photos of us and of me. He would asked me to pose this way and stand a certain way or put my hands on my hips. The he said, "We're going to go up stairs to the screened-in porch." We climbed the steps to the second floor of his house and walked down the hall that lead out to his porch it was a bright and sunny place, I would have loved to have had such a; place to go to at my home, the furniture consisted of a day bed and an old wicker chair. Franklin told me to lie down on the bed, then he started to have me pose this way and that and at last asked me to spread my legs and us my fingers to spread my pussy lips open. I giggled a little embarrassed, then did as he asked of me. As he was getting ready to the photo of me in that rather sleazy position, he said to J who had been watching us. "Why don't you take off your coveralls and show this white women just what a black man can do for her." J sat down on the edge of the daybed and bet over kissing my nipples, first on then the other, then back again only he started to suck on them as if they were going to feed him. "Too bad them jugs don't have milk in em' baby, just to damn bad." I giggled and said, "Sorry J." He kept this up for a while before I felt his hand working its way toward my crotch and my sex hole. He wasted no time in locating my clit and started to rub it hard and run his finger around it in a circular fashion, then rubbing his finger all around the lips of my sex hole. Perhaps ten or fifteen minutes elapse and then I felt his big finger slip into my sex hole has he started to thrust in and out of me, al the while sucking one nipple the other. All at once my clit was tingling and the palpitations of some kind shot throughout my body, it was like eclectic shocks, it was such and awesome feeling, I was tossing and turning on the bed, I was laughing, it was wild, it was so wonderfully different, it was a new kind a sensation over come me. Bill had never made me feel or react in this way. I was having my first honest female orgasm brought on by a man. I was going wild. I could hardly catch my breath, J keep it up until I started to plead and beg him too quite for a minute so I could rest and I was breathless as if I had just finished some kind of a foot race. J gave me little time for rest even before the feelings of my orgasm I faded away he was kneeling between my legs and lifting them over his shoulders, couldn't help but sense his excitement and I wondered if he sensed mine. Looking down my body I say for the first time J's pecker. In all my wildest imagination I could not invasion my sex hole accommodating the thickness or the length as he started to begin his penetration of me I'd had no experience with black men before and never thought I'd find myself under one like a willing whore, it made me crazy with need just thinking those thoughts. He looked down at me and then whispered in my ear, "Do I need a glove?" I looked up at him and asked, "What's that?" He laughed at me and said, "You know, a rubber." "No," I answered with a giggle. Then he looked at me seriously and asked, "You won't get me castrated for doing this will yeah?" I looked back at him in shock, I had no idea he was scared to fuck me. I put my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him close to me and kissed him, then whispered, "I give you my word of honor J, I will never ever tell a soul about this." Somehow we both experienced a sense of security as our own fears decreased and our pleasures increased. Everything stopped that afternoon, it was if were both on a hiatus as J's and my body came together as one. Slowly he shoved his pecker inside my sex hole. Nothing had ever filled me this way before, it wasn't that J was so huge it's just that Bill was very small in size. My vaginal walls parted under its intense pressure, my sex juice lubricating his cock as it intruded with every quarter-inch feather inside of me. I started thrusting of the bed with my hips, every time I thrust up his cock pushed deeper inside of me, getting bigger and bigger. It just keep on filling me, their was no pain, just the delightful feeling of being more fully fucked than I had ever been by Bill before. I tried to give J the pleasure he needed, when the rockets started going off all over my nervous system, my body erupted like a fire works. I don't know how loud I screamed but if Franklin had ever told me that he had neighbors close by who could hear us then J's and my encounter was definitely no secret. I was shaken by a huge turbulence of passion and his cum exploding in my sex hole. I first felt it building up in my clit, then it spreads to deed inside of me, and it went all the way to my womb when I started to orgasm I felt like I was going to faint, I sure that I pass out momentarily. I began to feel his cock start to go soft and slip slowly from my deliciously distended flesh, and then followed the deluge. All of the liquid expression of our passion, pent-up desire, and my lust for a man spewed out, soaking the day bed with the scent and juices of womanly satisfaction. Has it soaked the bed cloths, Franklin's camera went off. J sat on the edge of the bed next to me and placed his had on my breast, I smiled at him and the camera went off for the last time that day. We stayed liked that for some time, J rubbing my breast and telling me how good I was, nether one of us wanting to loss the moment, but all things that flow must eventually ebb, and the tide of passion finally receded. I managed to stand up with J's help. My legs were wobbly, I picked up my dress I had tossed of just before he penetrated me and put it on. We all walked down stairs. I told Franklin and J that I had to be on my way. Franklin told me to stop back in two days to see the photos he had taken I asked, "J will you be here?" "Yes I will." That's how it was for me, the next four years passed and I somehow manager not to get impregnated by a black man. I let them ride me bare back when I was sure that I was safe becoming pregnant, other wise I asked them to wear a glove. Franklin made forty-three blue moves with me in them. My photo's appeared in the black mans sex-magazine's till the end of the war. The most wonderful thing was all the wonderful black men I got to meet that provided me the kind of sexual pleasure I enjoyed the most. 
It was March of 52, Bill had drug home a and old fishin' I suppose that I should have disregarded any womanly intuitions or emotional feelings that came over me that hot July day in 1952. But no way was I able to, my inner feelings told me to go for it and Bill seemed to want me to, so I didn't defy those womanly intuitions that I gave way to during the war. They were strong, powerful feelings of desire and Bill was on the receiving end of them. I'm sure he was one of the most satisfied men of the times. When I saw that the boat had a hole in the side of the hull and the inboard motor had to be rebuilt I thought it was a lost cause. But Bill told me that he was going to rebuild it. I laughed so hard I thought he was going to cry, no way did he have the know-how to do such a project. Then he told me about Mark a black buddy of his. Mark lived across the road from us. I had never been formally introduced to him, but I had spoken to him a few times he had been over helping Bill. Whenever I saw him, he was looking at me, and if we made eye contact he would smile and wink at me. Whenever I was close to him, he would say good morning to me, or nice day. I didn't get to be formally introduced to him to him by Bill until the end of May. It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I had the kids dressed in shorts and tee shirts, I had on some old worn cut of jeans along with a short sleeve blouse that I had not bothered to button all that good in and effort to keep cool. It did make it possible for a great deal of cleavage too exposed not only because I didn't I buttoned but because I had on a very low cut bra and not my nursing bra. Bill was use to seeing me dressed like this if Mark had not been present I would have been naked along with the kids. Bill never gave my nakedness around the house but the way I was dressed that day must have excited Mark because he for whatever reason couldn't keep his eyes off me and keep glancing at me and smiling and winking at me, every chance he had, or whenever he thought Bill wouldn't detect his behavior toward me. Mark was a good-looking older black man, in his late forties. He stood about five feet eleven inches tall and must have weighted about two hundred and thirty pounds. He had developed a bit of a bear belly but then I was not one to brag because I had developed a bit of a buddy belly myself and felt more comfortable when I was dressed for Sunday meeting to wear a short airy crotch less girdle to hold up hosiery and hold in my belly. This was one of those kinds of Saturday that would pass by without a lot of work getting done on the boat. It ended up that we all went for a swim in our back yard swimming pool. Bill got it put in after we moved into the house. We owned ten acre's of land but Bill had put up a six-foot tall red wood fence around about and acres of it that we called the back yard that was for the kids and their friends to play safely. After that he built another fence of the same type all around the pool area, Bill liked his privacy and so did as a stay at home mom. I it really made it possible for me and the kid's to be naked all day on hot summer days. Of course I never told Bill just how much time I spent in the au natural, taking sunbaths, he might not approve. I fixed lunch for all of us, it was during lunch that Bill came over to me and whispered, "Honey where out of booze and beer almost, I'm gone to drive into town and pick up some things at the liquor store," I whispered back, "Are you going to take Mark with you?" "No, I thought you could keep him company for an hour while I'm in town, you'll have the kid's down for their nap and I'll only be gone a while, no more than and hour or so." It was the OR that bothered me. I sighed and said, "Oh all right if that's what you want. Yes that just fine, any way it's about time you learn to entertain." I got the strangest feeling from his remarks but didn't now why. I was getting the kid's ready for their afternoon nap, Bill had not lift yet and Mark came to Bill and said, "I have to go home for a bit." I felt a sense of relief, then Bill said 'Are you coming back, I thought we could have a few beers and listen to the ball game while we worked on the boat." I just want to get out of my wet swim suit then I'll be back over." "Be sure you put a dry one on. Liz might let you go for a swim with her." Now I knew for sure something must be up but I had no idea what it was, and I couldn't figure out why Bill was acting the way he was, it was all a mystery to me, and one I was not a part of. Mark went home and Bill went to town and I had got the kid's down for their afternoon nap. I walked to the bedroom and then into the bathroom where I pulled down my wet swim suit, allowing in to fall to the floor and lay around my angles in a puddle as I went potty. Finished I stood up and stepped out of the suit, picking it up from the floor I hanging it over the edge of the bath tube to dry. I only had the one suit and had been meaning to buy one but just had not gotten around to it. For a second suit I just used an old low-cut black bra I had and a par of worn black panties. Bill saw me in that all the time, I never gave it in second thought, that is about running around in my own back yard in my pant's and bra. Normally I would just be naked on hot days along with the kid's, they liked being naked like I did. The only reason that I got the pants and bra on this day was I didn't know if Mark would show back up and I wanted to be covered. I walked back out by the pool and sat down picking up a novel I had been reading, I was unable to concentrate. I put the book down and slipped into the pool and started to swim my laps. The sun was warm and felt so good betting down on my body, I was so enjoying myself. During my last pregnancy I had gained some extra pounds that I was trying to work off. I was just an average looking women but I worked hard at trying to keep my body fit and in nice looking shape for Bill. I was five feet four inches tall, had soft green bedroom green eyes as Bill refereed to them. I had medium length dark brown hair, and I wore a forty-four double D cup bra nursing-bra. My regular bra size was a D cup. The only reason that I was still breast-feeding our two-year-old David, was because Bill felt it would be good for him. If the real truth were to come out, it was good for Bill because he loved to suck on my tits and squeeze them and see how far he could get my breast milk to go. I just humored him and did as he asked of me. My pubic bush was al natural and dark brown. I never cut it. To me a woman's pubic mound was like her badge of womanhood. It was something that was not to be tampered with. It was there for two reasons in my way of thinking one to provide a man visual pleasure, the second to provide my pelvic bones a cushion against forceful raging assault of a man's deck as I was being fucked. I was completely unaware of that Mark had returned. I never heard him come out on the deck. I was doing my laps and for some reasons call it womanly instincts I looked up. He was watching me and grinning. "Oh Mark, how did you get in here without me hearing you?" "Bill showed me how so too in without being an aggravation to you." "Oh" That was all I could say, "Oh." Then I asked, "Would you like a drink?" "Do you know how to fix one Liz?" "I think so." "Then sure, I'll take one." "What would you like?" "Whiskey and coke would be good." "Ok." I got out of the pool out of the pool and walked into the dunning room and opened the liquor chest. I was so suppressed to find if over flowing with booze, Bill had lied to me, in no way did Bill have to go to town to buy any thing we had everything on hand. I walked to the kitchen and got down two milk glasses, returned to the liquor cabinet. I found the bottle of whisky and poured each glass about half full. Then I returned to the kitchen to with the glasses and ad some ice and toped each glass off with some coke a cola from a partly used bottle that was still in the refrigerator. Walking back out to the pool I found Mark had gotten into the water and was cooling off, by standing by the edge of the pool next to the pool deck. I bet over and handed him his drink and then sat down on the deck and let my feet dangle in the water. We started to make small talk sense we were still strangers or so I thought. When Mark took a gulp of his drink he said, "WOW that is one hell of a good drink Liz baby, where did you learn to make drinks like that?" I said, "Mark that is the first drink I have ever made for anyone is it ok?" Mark laughed out loud and said that it was damn good. Mark looked at me and said, "Liz you have a really nice wiggle in your ass when you walk, did you know that?" I laughed and said, "Will not even Bill has told me that, I suppose I need to say, think you." We had both finished our first drinks and I asked Mark, "Would you like one more drink?" He answered back, "Yes." As I stood up perhaps more of my breast became exposed than would normally, the next think I heard was, "WOW Liz, Bill as shown me a old photo's of you but now I now first hand what it he means you're some damned, attractive women." "Oh what photo's?" I asked, "Do you really want to know?" "Yes I do." "They were in with your four diary's Liz they were of you fucking with some black guy, you were both naked, it looked to me like he had a damn big pecker, then I read your diary account's that you keep. Bill wants me to screw your fucking pussy really good." When I returned with our drink's Mark was swimming around in the pool he swam over to the edge of the pool. I had set down our drinks and was starting to set down on the edge of the pool when he grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the pool. He started splashing me, I splashed right back and we started laughing it was fun, I hadn't been in a good splashing fight for sometime. He moved back for me drawing me into deeper water so I could keep hitting him with my splashing, the next thing I knew he was naked, he had pulled of his suit. Then he grabbed hold of me and started to pull off my panties. "Let's swim naked Liz." "No." I said, "I don't swim naked with other men I'm married and have children." "Why not baby you scared, think Bill will get mad at you, or you just a spoiled sport?" "I'm married. That's why not, now give me back my panties." "No, Liz I won't." "Please." I felt so embarrassed, standing naked in front of him without my panties on. I swam to the edge of the pool and was starting to climb out when he came up behind me, grabbed hold of my bare hips with his big grease stained hands. "Where do you think your going Liz baby?" That's when he took hold of my bra in back and unhooked it and pulled it off. Then he whispered in my ear, "Liz you have the most fantastic tits I ever seen adorn a white woman's chest." Then he cupped each of them in his big hands and foundling. He stared to whisper more dirty filthy stuff in my ear, all the time squeezing my breast and finally causing some of my breast milk to gush from my nipples. I asked once more, "Please. Mark please won't you stop?" "Liz baby over the last eight mouths Bill and I talked a lot about you and he wants me to give you a good screwing, he thinks you need it, have it coming. He thinks you deserve it." "Oh your kidding me he would never tell you that." "Get out of the pool let's have those second drinks," he ordered. When I got out, I started to reach for a towel, but he told me to set next to him naked. I started to shiver not because it was cold but because I was scared of what might happen to me. We sat there with our drinks Mark had his arm over my shoulder and every once in a while he would give my lift nipple a squeeze and whisper more dirty stuff in my ear and planting small kisses on the side of my nick. It was like my lift breast somehow directly linked to my vagina and my clit, it had been that way for as long as I could remember. I could feel it there ever time he pinched my nipple. He was making advances on me like an expert. He started to bite softly on my ear and he started whispering, "I'm going to make you feel good baby..." then he put his hand on my thigh and said, "I want to feel that soft pussy around my big dick . . . deep in side." I started to go into a daze. All sorts of thoughts were filling my head. As he continued whispering to my, it was as if I were desperately trying to fight off his advances. Bill and I had been had been married sense October of 1939 I had just finished collage and received my two-year teaching certificate, we have now had to wonderful children, and yes it was Bill couldn't have any more erection's sense shortly after coming home from the war, things happened and changes took place. I was as faithful to Bill as I could be we were desperate for money if we were to keep our home, I truly hoped he was being faithful me, he open my eyes too more than I ever thought would be possible in my life. I never thought of the possibilities of straying from our monogamous relationship after he came home, and I thought Bill was the same. It all got started about five mouths ago when he was touching me one night in bed he started to mentioning what it would be like for me to have sex with other men. I could remember lying in bed one morning he was whispering in my ear that he had a dream that night about me having coitus with a black man. I had masturbated myself a lot during the war and had been penetrated by a lot of big black cocks, but I gave that all up. I was so dedicated to our marriage now, I lift such feeling and past action's bared in my most inner thoughts and shunned them from my real life except when I played with myself. Anyhow, Bill keep whispering in my ear that morning about a nice big black cock in my pussy, pushing in and out until I was stretched almost to my limits. It wasn't long before he was askeding if I liked the way that black cock felt inside of my fantastic sex hole. Just his vocalizing telling me that I would like it, being rimmed into my sex hole set me off, and I had such an intense orgasm that I could remember having had in a long time. We had not discussed the subject again until one evening after dinner. Bills candidly asked me if I had thought of having sex with Mark. I had told him that I thought Mark must me a nice person but that I had never been introduced to him. I had never thought about letting him fuck me, but I think the seed was planted then. A week later on a Friday evening Bill and I were in bed and he was playing with me. I whispered in his ear. "Honey how would you like it if I did let your friend Mark fuck me?" I could tell by his breathing that he was more than ready for me to let that happen, he also started to play with my pussy really hard. "If you promise to write down in a note book all the juicy details then let him." When Bill had finished finger fucking me and we sat on the edge of the bed, his arm around my shoulder and talked more about the possibilities. I got very excited by the whole idea. I remember askeding Bill, "Are you sure Bill?" Then I said, "Bill, I have to think about it." I guess those few words were all Bill needed to hear to set the rest of his plan into motion, a plan that I was totally unaware of. Bill was the only person in the world that knew just how much I had wanted a big family, we had talked about it before we got married, having a family of nine or ten kids' meet so much to me. On our wedding night he was making love to me and promised me that he would keep me bare foot, pregnant and broke for as long as it took to have twelve kids and I feel in love with that idea. For me being pregnant was part of being a woman I would have loved to be pregnant every year of my life till I was too old to be pregnant. I had been charting my ovulation cycle since Bill and I had gotten married and had not quite even when Bill was told he would no longer be able to impregnate me, due to his condition, I never gave up hope. This was my week that started my prime time in the mouth, I knew if I were to let some guy screw me now I likely wind up becoming pregnant by him as will. I asked Mark if I could stand up and dry off my hair, he said yes and when I stood up, my legs almost went from under me I was just a bit tipsy. I could still coherent, thinking I could make reasonable discussions, I just had a bit of trouble with my balance. I walked over to the lounge and picked up my towel when I turned around Mark was standing right in back of me. He threw his arms around me, pulling me close to him and then kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues enter twined and strange feeling that I didn't even get when kissing Bill like this shot through my body I felt so helpless, as he kissed me he keep pushing me backwards till I felt the backs of my legs pressing against the lounge. He pushed me and I fell backwards onto the lounge, with in seconds he was bending between my legs, he had grabbed hold of my angles and pulled my legs up high so he could get his shoulders in back of my knees then he shoved my leg's back my feet went up in the air. The next thing I felt the head of his big bulbous cock being rubbed against the slit of my cunt. I started too pleaded and begged for him not to rape me, but my pleas obviously were falling on deaf ears. "Please.... no, pleaseeeee.... please don't do this to me! Please, please.... I beg you!" I whimpered as his hand cupped my breast, squeezing it really hard. "Please, oh, please.... please don't rape me.... please!" I sobbed. I knew what the consequences would be from such a horrible fucking with this horrid rapist. I so wanted to prevent such a horrible result, pleaded with him "Please.... I.... please.... at least wear a condom.... I don't want to have a baby, do you?" Oh nooo!" I felt his large hands grasp my hips, holding me tightly. Feeling the thick cock head being positioned at the entrance of my moist slit. I sobbed again, "Please.... oh, no.... no.... pleaseeeeee no! Please don't.... please don't rape me.... please stop!" "Oh, yeah, baby! Spread those sexy white legs for me! Oh, baby, you're so fucking tight!" Mark groaned loudly. He started to tease me by rubbing the head of his cock up and down and around my clit and just poking the head of his cock into my cunt, just a little ways then pulling back. He moaned as he shoved all of his cock head into me, pushing through my tight opening, enveloped by my hot slick folds. He put his hand at the back of my neck, lifted my head and ordered me to open my eyes to see just what he had for me. He heard me stammer, "S--stop.... please!" The my head cleared of the thoughts I was having about Bill, and whither he had let Mark see those photo and read my diary. Had he looked at the film, he must have wanted Mark to screw me. My hands relaxed and I released my hold on the lounger cushion and put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his back, I lay back to receive his sex freely and without a struggle. Within minutes he caused me to orgasm, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he trust madly away. He yelled more obscenities at me as the excitement between us mounted, "You dirty fuckin' whore, you're one good fuckin' layable bitch, oh fuck you're hot lady. You know how to fuck." This kind of talk just spurred me on it's what I needed and longed for, and man who treated me as if he knew what I was good for. When Mark said he wanted too shot his load into my sex hole and make me pregnant I lost all control. "Be my bitch Liz, have my bastard baby!" Marked groaned. "Y-y-yes, I will, I want that." I thought I would burst from my feelings of hot passion, at that mount. I felt as if I were a witness at some sinful intimacy. I loved it too, feeling a vicarious pleasure at the treatment Mark was giving me. Then he said, "I like my bitch to always be on hand, just in case my dick gets hard and needs some sweet loving, or a friend of mine needs a hot pussy to fuck. Baby you like that idea, being my whore, and me pimping you out? I'll bring home all the black guys you could want. You know, just like you did when Bill was in the service, you liked it didn't you?" "Argghh.... ohhhh.... ohh, yes I do." It had been over four years since Bill had been able to have and erection and I felt more sex starved now than before he went in to the service that I would have done anything for some good old fashion ordinary sex. "Oh Mark, I want you to be the one. Mark I love your big black dick inside of me." He was hearing what he wanted to hear, then he started to pump into me again, slowly pulling and pushing that big thing of his inside my sex hole. "Gonna shot you full of fuck juice, your belly be full of my baby, cunt." Oh, it hurts.... ohhhh don't, stop, please.... oh, you're tearing me!" I whimpered, "Please.... please don't stop.... please.... it's.... its too big!" I cried out, "Oh, Mark.... oh, Mark.... please.... please.... do it, in me. It feels good." I groaned with each thrust between my widespread legs. My cunt muscles squeezed the thick shaft, a size so much thicker and longer than I had been use to need to put out the hot burning itch between my thighs. Oh, Mark! Oh, Mark! OH, MARK! Don't stop! Oh, I--I'm cumminnggggg!" I screamed. My body convulsed uncontrollably, my legs wrapping around Marks pumping ass much more tightly to draw him closer. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, harder, harder!....please!" I responded, withering about, trying to arch up onto his cock. I groaned as my body convulsed around and felt Marks spunking black cock, I was now full of his precious seed and ways so in hopes that my belly would soon start to be full of his baby. If this was what Bill truly wanted then as his wife I was going to make him happy and if this is what it took then so be it, that was going to be my obligation and mission as his wife. 
Sunday came and when Mark came over to help Bill out I could till that a lot of quite talking was going on so I decided to take the kid's into town and go to a movie and get ice cream snakes for us after. Before I got out of town I went by the Wards store to check out the notion's department. I needed some elastic and a few scraps of black rayon fabric because I wanted to make a G-string bottom to go with the black bra I wore when I was swimming my laps in the pool. It was about four or so in the afternoon when I got home. Mark was gone and Bill was sitting in a chair by the pool reading the paper. I told the kid's on the way home that they didn't have to take naps but that they would have to play quite because I needed to talk to daddy before he left for his weekly run of delivers. He was and over the road truck driver for the local manufacturing plant in town and made really good money. I sat down in a chair across the table from Bill and asked "Honey would you like a drink?" He said yes so I got up and went into the house, stopping long enough to change into my swimsuit. I was trying hard to find the courage to asked him about Mark and what he told me the day before. Returning to the deck with our drinks I sat down and said, "Bill I need to talk to you." "About what?" He never looking up from the page of the paper he was so intent on reading. "Have you and Mark been talking about him having sex with me?" Bill was quite for a minute then he looked up at me and said, "Yes sweetheart we have been. You might just as will know about it now. Your sexual well being is in his hands from now on baby." "Bill what is that suppose to mean, in his hands?" I was almost shouting at him. I was furious. He said, "Keep your voice down honey. You want the kids to hear you yelling?" I shut up. Then Bill said, "You know I can't get an erection and I can't get you pregnant like you want, so I talked to Mark and we both agreed that he or some other black dude would knock you up." "Yes, but what if I don't want to be knocked up by some black dude?" I said it with all the sarcasm I could muster, experiencing a feeling of absolute contempt toward my husband. Then Bill said, "Get that nasty look off your face Liz, it's not becoming." I stood up pushed my chair back picked up my glass and started to walk into the bedroom room. "Where are you going?" he yelled. "I'm going to fix myself another drink, what's it to you." "Fix me one while you're at it." I picked up his glass and stormed out he knew that I was mad. I checked on the kids they were playing with their toys and having fun just being quite. I told them that as soon as daddy and I had finished our discussion I would let go for a swim with me before I fixed our evening meal. I returned to the pool deck with our drinks and sat down again. Bill thanked me for fixing his drink and started to talk. "Liz I found some diary's you were keeping while I was in the service up in the attic in your hope chest. I'm sorry I read them, you had sex with a number of black guys, were even in a room made move, won' you? I never had time to respond he keep right on yelling at me. "Do you have any idea how that made me feel, reading that?" I looked at Bill and started to cry, I had no inkling that he read my diaries or found that old film and watched it, he never ever let on or said a word to me. 'No, no I don't Bill and I'm so sorry for it, for doing that I told myself that it would never happen again, but yesterday I was raped, I didn't want to have sex with Mark. I sat there with my face bared in my hands I felt so ashamed of myself. Then I looked up at Bill, "Can you ever find forgiveness for me?" I asked. Bill looked at me for a moment before speaking and then said. "Liz that's going to be hard to do if you don't do what I'm askeding you do for me now." "Bill you're serious?" "Yes very much so and I don't want to hear about all the morbid details, just starting keeping a diary accounting like you did with that first black guys you fucked with so I can read about it when I feel like it." I looked at Bill for a long time without saying a word, then I asked him, "Bill is this some kind of revenge for that?" "In a way yes it is, it will serve you right." I just stared. Then he said, "I know just know how badly you want to be pregnant, you can have a black guys bastard kid then give it up for adoption, that's what you can do." As I got up from the table he asked, "Are you going to swim laps?" "Yes" I replayed. "Go swimming naked then." "I was going to let the kids go swimming too." "That's okay, let them swim naked too." I went into the house and got the kids and told them it was time to go swimming, Mary my oldest asked, "Mommy to we need to put on our swim suits?" "No Mary you can swim in your birthday suit." "Are you Mommy?" "Yes I am honey." The three of us trooped out the French doors and onto the deck and into the pool all in our birthday suits. Bills asked me as I started to swim "Would you like one more drink?" I shook my head yes in reply. Monday morning came, Bill had to be to work by seven so we were all up early as was the usually, however this was a different kind of Monday morning for me my sex life was in the hands of a black man I hardly knew. I always wanted to give Bill a good send off for the week and it meant a lot to him. Before he lift, he made a point of whispering in my ear. Don't you forget to start and keep a daily diary. I knew he meant it. Then he gave the kid's and me a kiss and drove off to work. We wouldn't see him again till Friday evening sometime. I got the children into the house and fixed them breakfast, then I sat down with my morning coffee and the newspaper. After breakfast was finished and I had looked over the paper. The kid's I got going with our little morning exercise program. My doctor after my last child David was born strongly suggested that I do some simple calisthenics. They were intended to keep my breast strong and health plus active looking as he put it. He told me that being a wet-nursing mom with my size breast was going to put a lot of extra strain and pull on my breast I believed him. Each morning I would faithfully exercise and then go for a swim with the kids. The phone started to ring, I got the kid's out of the water and told them to set on the deck till I came back. Walking into the bedroom I picked up the phone and answered, Hello Foster residents," a woman's voices asked. "Is this Miss Liz Foster?" "Yes it is." "My name is Natalie, and I've been told to baby-sit for you. Master Mark said that I should come by this morning and meet you and your children. What time should I come?" I hesitated. The woman was black. I had never had a black woman in my home before. Then, I asked, "Would you care to join us for lunch?" "Yes, okay, what time should I come?" "Say eleven?" She said goodbye and hung up. I went back out to the pool and told the kids that a very nice lady was going to becoming over for lunch and that she would be their new baby setter when I had to go to work. "Mommy you going to work?" David asked and I explained that I had been given a very important job but that it was not full time and that I wouldn't be gone that much. The kid's seemed ok with it so I let it go at that. I had the kid's all dressed and I had put on my new homemade housedress the doorbell rang, I looked at my watch and it was eleven sharp. I opened the front door and there stood the blackest women I had ever seen. She had tight kinky hair she was so tall all most six feet tall and she had huge breast, bigger than mine, she was maybe twenty-three or twenty four years old and she had the mot wonderful big smile. "Hello Mrs. Foster. I'm Natalie." "Hi Natalie I'm glad to meet you. This is David and Mary. Please won't you come in." We hit it off instantly, why I have no idea, I just now that we did. I took her into the house and showed her around, first the kitchen, the living room, the bath and finally the kid's bedroom and then Bill and my bedroom. After I showered her the pool and told and asked her if she knew how to swim. She told me that she was a very good swimmer and loved to swim at the river. I couldn't help myself when I asked her if she owned a swimsuit. She told me that it fit so tight that she couldn't get it on. Then I asked her if she would like to swim in our pool with the kid's and me. She said that it would be fine with her if I was sure I didn't mind. We had lunch and talked and then I told her that it was time for the children's nap. I explained that the children could not go swimming for and an hour after they had eaten cause hey might get cramps and drown. She said told me her mom had told her the same things and that she understood. She took the kids and went off to their bedrooms. It was almost and an hour later that she came out on the deck and said, "Mrs. Foster they is sound asleep." I was sun tanning in the nude when she can me out to tell me the news. I told her that she should take off her clothes and join me. She was a bit timid at first but then she joined me. I asked her if she drank and she yes but only when with men. I asked her if she would enjoy a drink with me she gave in and took me up on my offer. I went to the kitchen and poured up two very strong vodka drinks, I felt would help both of us to relax. It was not often that I got female company during the day even if she was just a baby sitter and I wanted to know more about Mark. "Natalie tell me about Mark can you?" "Oh, Mrs. Foster you best call him master Mark or you get your bottom blistered good." I asked her what she meant by that then she said, "He got a woman working for him, her name is Miss. Sandra. She can be so mean she keep a razor strap near by all the time and if you do something wrong she make you pull up your dress and bend over, then she gave you're a good one on the bottom." "Has Mark told you what I will be doing?" "Yes you are now in his stable and his only white whore. And he is going to work you had, so you best get use to it." "Natalie what do you mean by working me hard?" "He'll be having you in movies and you be getting fucked two three times a day by black guys. You'll be his white stripper at his parties to entertain his men friends, that's all I know, Mrs. Foster." "Am I the only white women in his stable, Natalie?" "Yes, ma'am black dude's want white women for sex, not us black one's it's as if they got this thing that your white men owes them somethin' and that's their women." I looked at Natalie and smiled at her I was pleased that she felt comfortable enough with me to join me in the nude for a sunbath, I had never seen a black woman naked before, I was fantastic by the way Natalie's skin seamed to shine in the sun shine. Finally I got up the courage to reach over and touch her breast. She shuttered at first but as I ran my finger around her nipple she seemed to relax and did not draw back from my advance. I looked at her and said, "Natalie dear do you mind my touching you?" Her spongy nipples began a visible engorgement, swelling and tightening in their pinkish brown circles. "Oh no Mrs. Foster it feels good, I like it, I never was with a white woman like this before." Then I asked, "Natalie would you please call me Liz I don't like being called Mrs. Foster." She looked at me in a strange way and said, "Are you sure?" "Oh yes very sure!" And Liz it was from that point on. I became very brave after that as allowed my hand to slowly inch its way down to her soft belly, then to her crotch and her thick black mound of pubic hair. At last my fingers found her clit and she responded with such excitement that it made me instantly wet myself. She pushed her pelvis forward, pushing the plump cunt mound into greater prominence, bending her knees and widening the angle of her thighs until the lips of her pussy were tugged apart to reveal the delicate slit of the vaginal entrance, pink, moist and shivering and She responded with such excitement. I started to rub it. Pleasure welled up in Natalie's grinding belly with excitement, my dancing finger and, enabling my thumb to slide delightfully over the throbbing bud of her expanding clit, My hand and wrist were wet from the flood of vaginal nectar, and it trickled sluggishly down the inner curves of her quivering thighs as my finger plunged and retreated, friction against the labial lips and the pulsating walls of her convulsing pussy. The saliva-covered tit slipped from my mouth as the ecstatic shivers of pussy. The climax tightened her muscles, pulling her grinding hips forward, and arching her torso backward. The tendons in her slender neck rose to become writhing blue worms beneath the flawless black skin, throbbing to the accelerated rhythm of her pulse and the repeated stains of orgasmic pleasure. "Ohhh, it's wonderful," she breathed, tossing her head in passion. I dug my middle finger as deep as she could possibly reach into this beautiful women's sex hole. By now I hardly had to touch her clit to keep the heavenly throbs going with in her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and it was for sure that she didn't care if I was playing with her body in this way. She was breathing like she'd climbed a big hill. I managed to pull myself up so I was looking into her eyes. Her mouth looked so inviting, it was opened just enough and she seemed to be askeding me to kiss her. I could her purring like a little kitten and my finger lingered on with it's pleasant tasked of proving Natalie the kind of pleasure that she deserved and seemed to desire. Lowing my face toward hers our lips made their first contact, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. She responded with such excitement. Placing her arms around my shoulder's she pulled me close our breast made contact and I could feel the warmth of her body on mine, it was so wonderful being held by and other women like this, or kiss lingered on and on and finally as we separated. I looked into her dark eyes and said, "Natalie I love you, I want you to move in with me, live with me." Her eyes grew big, she placed her hand on top of mine, and helped me in finding all of her most sensitive places. I slowly continued rubbing her clit with her hand on mine, then she said, "Liz I would like that if you are serious." I looked down into her eyes again, gave her a warm kiss and said, "Oh yes Natalie I'm very serious, and I hope you will sleep over with me tonight." I told her that I would talk to Bill that weekend and see if it could become an on going arrangement. 
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