. Part one of the story of a middle-aged, respectable married woman, who’s world is tipped upside-down when her suburban vanilla cocoon is sliced wi...de open by the heartless barbs of cruel fate, casting her into an inescapable morass of blackmail, humiliation and depravity. The catalyst was one warm Summer Wednesday morning not long after her 44th birthday. It was then, for the first time ever, her whole being was wracked by what seemed like an endless string of multiple orgasms, during the most. I laugh as they watch me walk by, judging me like I’m aside of beef. A few have even tried their lines. Nonehave worked, and none ever will. I am a lesbian. I’malso black.I remember clearly the first time I had sex. It was notexactly what I had expected it to be, but it was not adisappointment. He was a skilled lover, and I reallyliked it. Yet I felt that something was not quite right.Oh, I liked the feel of his thickness as it soothed theitch between my thighs with its constant in. " Even I could hear the heavy disappointment in my voice.She laughed!"You make me feel so good!" she said, leaning over to push her shoulder at mine."Apparently not," I argued. "Not if you don't want to do it again." I didn't say I don't want to. In fact, I said quite clearly that I do. But we can't. We're seventeen, Bobby. We have to go to college. I can't let you get me pregnant now. We have to wait."It is impossible for me to explain how this little group of sentences affected me. But I can. I was so ready to cum, but he just kept up that slow, relentless pace. It was not fast enough to get me over the edge, but every stroke made try to thrust and get more, but I was unable to move and he was in complete control.Suddenly, he sped up, just enough, working me with hard, long, methodical strokes. I started moaning and thrusting my hips as I finally felt an orgasm building. It built slowly, but relentlessly until I started to go over the edge of a mind shattering cum. He stopped! .