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One In The Oven

Ch. 2: Chapters: 1 2

Written by Kristen 

I get home, feeling stupid, betrayed, humiliated. The man who promised me faithfully he would never fool around on me again, "never," would he even grope another girl than me had lied to me.

I'd watched him making love, "LOVE," not just having sex, but making love to his receptionist. I had watched as he popped her ass-cherry.

He had to pay. I am going to hurt him for what he did. He will never forget this.

I storm around the apartment slamming doors, trying to think, what can I do? How do you hurt a man? I remember the thoughts I had driving home, the final words I'd spoken to his whore, "I'll put something in the oven for him."

I dropped my housecoat to the floor and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hallway looking at myself. In the sexy underwear I'd thought to thrill my husband with.

Not bad, nowhere as good as the little bitch he was screwing right now. But not bad. I dropped the underwear to the floor and watched myself, as I remove it, not bad. I have a nice all-over tan, and the workouts I do are having their effect. I am pretty good actually.

I know what I'm going to do now; I'm going to get pregnant with a black man's child. I'm going to seduce a black man with a big black cock. I want to feel myself stretched as I saw my husband stretch his little slut.

Yes, he would be so proud to be a father again. Everyone will know I'm going to have a baby, and when it comes... he'll have to swallow some pride. "He can keep other girls happy, but not his own wife," they'll say.

They'll say, "Someone else has put something in the oven here."

Then with a sigh I reject the idea. I couldn't do it really.

I walk around the house naked. I get myself a drink, then another. Rage wells up in me again, sheer frustration. I believed him, he betrayed me, the bastard!

I throw the near full bottle of scotch at the wall and it shatters, spreading booze and glass through the carpet. "You Lying Bastard!" I scream in frustration.

The booze I've drunk makes me feel heady, not quite in control. I drank it too fast and it's starting to hit me. There is someone knocking at the door.

I walk a little unsteadily to the front door and open it. It's our neighbor, his name is John, and he's a giant of a man. He works as a bouncer part time at one of the seedier clubs downtown.

I look up at him; he has a look of surprised look on his face. He's staring at me, looking me up and down.

"Are you OK? I heard a crashing noises, and..." he was uncertain what else to say. Then he smiled and said, "Aren't you cold, like that?"

The way he was looking at me I remembered that I was naked. The booze was really hitting me hard now. I'd slammed those drinks down too fast; I never drink; now I was foggy.

I look down at myself; I feel warm all over, the booze again. I look up at John, "I'm alright, I... just..." Now I lose it, I break down and cry, John steps in the doorway and puts his arm around me and moves me into my apartment again.

Shutting the door behind us, he says, "What ever it is, you can tell me, we've known each other long enough."

That's true, I feel his arm around me, its strong, his muscles are firm. He's a bouncer and a big black man, he knows how to look after himself. He has to survive.

I pour my heart out to him, the betrayal by my husband, the things I'd seen tonight, my need for revenge. Finally I talked myself out, my head was clearing.

I am able to think clearly now and one of my first clear thoughts is, "I am naked being held by a giant of a black man, and this feels so good. So secure."

My next clear thought is, "I am so fucking horny, and he is looking at me. If I get up, I'll leave a wet spot, I just know it."

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Do you believe in vengeance?"

John is quiet; he looked me up and down, thoughtfully, his eyes lingering on my boobs, my trimmed bush. I let my legs part a little, and he looked there immediately."

"After what you've just been through, definitely." He finally said.

I see the outline of his cock hardening in his trousers, its longer and thicker than my husband's. John always liked me; I'd always known that by the way he treated me.

His hands used to "stray" when we'd muck around and roughhouse. I never minded, but this is the first time he's ever seen me naked, and I could tell he was enjoying it.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"Will you help me pay back my husband?"

"You want me to break his legs? Rip his balls off?" he asked and smiled. "You know I'll do anything for you, just ask it. I'll bust his head good for you if that's what you want."

" John," I'm so tight inside, I can't speak. I feel as I'm choking on my words. I look at his cock again, it's huge. I imagine it shooting cum into me, hard against my womb. My pussy stretching to take him. "John, love me... make love to me, please?"

I open my legs wider to invite him, I have a "wide on" (the girls reading this will know what I mean). He looks at my pussy openly now, my pussy is swollen from need, my sensitive inner lips are sticking out, my clit is poking its little head out too, everything is wet.

"I need you, he's not enough for me, I'm not keeping myself for him anymore, I want to give myself to you, please, make love to me."

John doesn't say a word, he just reaches over to me, and touches my boob, he fondles it, plays with the nipple, making it hard. Then, "Honey, I'm a black man, you're a beautiful white girl. What do you want to do this with me for?"

I dare not tell him I want his child. I dare not tell him why. He probably wouldn't do it if he knew my intent. "Please, love me. I need you right now, please?" I ask again, looking at him in a way I hoped would melt his heart.

Then I put my hand on his cock through his pants, it was half hard and huge already. I stroked life into it, feeling it grow. My need grew with it.

I unbuckle his belt, undo the button on his fly, then unzip his pants. I pull his cock out, into the open. And ogle it.

"OK honey, I'll do it for you, because you want me to. I've wanted to do this since I first met you anyway."

John stands up and drops his pants to the floor, he wears no underwear apart from the t-shirt he wears all the time. He reaches down for me and picks me up in his strong arms and carries me over to the sofa. He kicks it open to make a bed for us, I feel the tip of his cock bumping against my bum as he carries me.

He sits down on the open bed now, I slide around on his lap, I want to love this man now, not so much for revenge, but because he understands me, he listens to me. I lay my head in his lap, looking at the immensity of his black cock.

My husband has a good sized weapon, and in the pretty little piece he was with tonight, it looked huge, but John has much more, he had a true monster.

My fingers just wrapped around his shaft. Then I lean over and take his cock in my mouth, determined to give him everything my husband used to have. I hear a crinkling noise, and look up, John is unwrapping an ancient looking condom. He looks down at me and says, "It'd look a bit strange, you having a black baby, when you got a white husband."

I feel disappointed. I wasn't going to feel his cum inside me.

I go back to work on his big black cock. I stroke the shaft up and down gently, while sucking on the big dark purple knob, licking circles on it with my tongue. I can taste his precum. I lick faster, determined to drink him up He moves to stand I follow with my mouth still on his cock. I won't let it go, he stands next to our sofa bed, I end up on all fours, at the edge of it leaning out to suck him.

It feels lewd, I feel like a slut but I have a big need.

Finally John pulls his cock out of my mouth, I let my teeth drag over the head lightly as it pulls out between my lips. That makes him draw his breath in, in pleasure.

I lay on my side now, a slight headache starting from my earlier boozing. I'm waiting for him to put on his condom. I don't help him with it, I don't care if he wears it or not. I think that I want his cum in me, I want to feel it in my womb, him squirting it into me.

John lays down behind me, he lifts my leg in the air, I feel his rubber-coated cock at my pussy opening. My heart is racing, I'm doing it, I'm with another man and he's entering me. I curl around to watch, it's fascinating to see his big black cock going into me. It's so long and wide, I watch as he stretches my pussy open, it feels good to be filled like this. I shut my eyes, and he still pushes in further.

No one has ever been in me this far before.

John stops and pulls out a bit. He pushes against me again, going in further, further. I start to doubt my ability to take any more him. I'm so full my belly feels full, nearly pressurized. My pussy lips feel stretched all tingling from being opened so far.

Then he starts to stroke in and out of me. It's like I'm a virgin again, I never felt pleasure like this before. He moves me on the bed with each stroke, rocking me with the force of his cock, gently, beautifully. Waves of pleasure rise in me, they start at my pussy and fill my belly, then another one starts, again and again.

John reaches over to me and plays with my boobs, one at a time, gently, feeling they're weight, testing they're softness, teasing they're nipples. The waves of pleasure rising in me have an electric edge to them now, each stroke makes another one. I catch my breath with each wave and I start to moan, I cant help it just feels too good.

"Oh, god John!"

John stops, "Are you ok?"

"DON'T STOP! Yes its good...please!"

He starts thrusting again, the break in pace starts new sensations going through my body, a bigger electric edge on the waves. now little orgasms! This was more than my husband ever gave me. He would have cum by now.

John keeps stroking, I'm in new territory, the waves building up, more, more. I feel Johns cock getting bigger, he is close too, I know it.

Then everything gets too intense, lights start flashing behind my eyes, my feet and hands start to buzz. Spasms of sheer pleasure burn their way through my body, wave after wave of them. John keeps thrusting, never changing pace. I keep cumming, then finally it stops and John rolls off me.

I feel so empty, hollow. Only shadows of the pleasure waves I'd just experienced flit through me.

John peels off his condom, and offers his cock to my mouth. "Please, I want to cum in you, in your mouth.... please?" He asks in a child like way.

I can't refuse him, I don't want to refuse him anything ever again. I suck that pleasure tool like never before. I move my head up and down on his cock. Then when he shoots off, I feel his balls tighten. Then his thighs tense and he is jetting his salty sweet cum into my mouth. I try to swallow all he has but I can't cope and it overflows my mouth. It drips down onto my tits and it coats my lips. I swallow as fast as I can.

John can't take it any longer and pulls his cock from my mouth. I let him, and his softening member leaves a trail of cum on my chin as it leaves my lips.

We lay there together, side by side, and go to sleep in each other's arm.

I wake up and John is gone. For a moment I think it was all a dream. Then I run my hand over my face and feel the dried cum. No, it was no dream. My pussy is sore, my jaw aches from sucking John's cock.

Later I find that I can't even walk normally. I have never had anyone that big in me before, or had such long intense sex, or even a real orgasm like that before.

If the truth be known I had never been loved before either.

I have now though. I'm thinking of next time, I want to have his cum in me this time. I want to have his baby, not to get back at my wimpy-dicked, cheating whoremonger husband, but because I love John. I want him to put one in the oven for me.
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