Mary's Freedom (sideabar to Sister's Fiends)


Mary's New Freedom
(A continuation of Sister's Friends)

Mary had married Ken when we was pretty young and had never had sex a
lot before.  Her husband was a good lover, but her own lack of
experience prevented her from taking advantage of his skills.  She had
hired Henry one busy day when no one seemed to be able to do anything
right.  He was a half-black man, over six feet tall and had a very nice
physique, but not muscle bound.  His arms were strong and well
proportioned, his thighs nicely developed and his calves muscular.  His
ass was a nice, compact thing, with a strong back above it.  His crotch,
what she had seen, was well filled out, but she limited experience to
project what the size of his cock may have been.  His resume said he was
a former Marine.  He had been married once, he said, but was divorced.
 She had never really judged men to be beautiful, but she thought Henry
was.  Suddenly she found herself fantasizing being with him as she
showered, the only time she ever masturbated, and then infrequently, but
these fantasies were of an intensity that drove her wild. Henry , in
these fantasies had a large cock, which was never soft or wilted and
came with great force, spattering his cum on and in her like a hose.
She even found herself thinking of him when she had sex with her
husband, which was not frequent, to say the least.  Mary herself was of
average height and a little bit over her ideal weight, but it was
distributed well, giving her a nice shape, with large breasts and round
hips, which she complimented by wearing clothing that showed her shapely
legs to best benefits.  Her face was pretty without being beautiful.
Ken had always liked her blue eyes.  She had the same creamy skin Janet
had, but dark, lush hair which she wore just to her shoulders.  She did
not think of herself as overly attractive, but one who made the best use
of her limited assets.  She never mentioned or discussed any of this
with anyone else, of course, let alone Henry or Ken.
 The business they ran had been her father's and they had not only built
a much larger store they had started another one in Portland, Oregon.
She had spent a lot of time there in the last five years and saw it as
"her" store.  The flagship had become more and more Ken's store.  Henry
had become her protege and, despite her fantasies about the big man, he
had always been a gentleman with her and respectful.  She figured it was
the military training that had him calling her ma'am all the time.
 Her decision to divorce had been brought on by her discovery, though
she never told Ken about it, of ken's affair with Cindy, her daughter's
slut girlfriend.  She was certain that Cindy had drawn Janet into sexual
escapades and promiscuity.  One of Janet's friends who had dropped out
of school had come to her for a job and, in an off hand way, mentioned
that Ken seemed so nice when he visited school.  She felt bad about the
kids, but Janet had school and Jimmy needed his friends, so she did not
involve them either in the decision or discussion.  This was something
she had to do herself.  They would understand someday.
 Ken had never, to her knowledge, visited the college Janet attended.
She had asked some questions, discovering that Ken, Cindy and Janet had
been seen out together at the local college bars by this girl and her
boyfriend.  The girl had admitted that she saw Ken and Cindy leave alone
in his car.  Ken had admitted to the affair when confronted and Janet,
already tired of their marriage, had lowered the boom.  Little did May
know that Ken had been sleeping with Janet since she was 14 and Cindy
for at least two years.
 She would move to Portland, they would split the stores and sell the
house once Jimmy graduated from high school, two years hence.  He had
agreed, seeming relieved that it was finally over.  On returning form
the lake alone she had found Henry alone on the store, doing the end of
day paperwork.  He had looked at her for the first time the way she had
always wanted him to look at her and in seconds they were in one
another's arms.
 Mary had never been fucked like she was fucked on the new Beautyrest
mattress in warehouse that night.  He had undressed her slowly, kissing
every inch of her, his mouth finally finding her already wet cunt.  Ken
had eaten her out maybe five or six times in their married life and she
had never really liked it.  When Henry's tongue touched her clit she
almost died, her back arching and her body shaking.  He ate her with
skill and gentleness, his large, strong fingers probing her wet and
neglected cunt as he licked her hardened clit.  Her first orgasm was the
most intense she had ever had and each one thereafter set a new
standard.  By the time he straddled her and presented his large, dark
skinned cock to her she was more than ready to do something she had
never done.  She sucked him with a passion and desire she had never had
for cock before.  She wanted to eat his cum.
 He thrust his cock down her throat, making her gasp, gag an choke, but
she kept suck and was rewarded with a huge load of salty, white cum.
She was able to eat most of it and lay back, more satisfied and alive
than she had ever been in her life.  He lay next to her, his breath
hardly quickened, his body covered with a sheen of sweat.  It was warm
in the warehouse.
 "Oh, Henry, that was incredible."
 He could only smile at her as he rested his large hand on her belly.
 "I told my husband I want a divorce today.  You are just what I
needed."
 "If you want me to, I'll always be here for you, Mary."
 He had never called her Mary before, just ma'am or "the boss" to
others.  She slmost drie dna had to pause before she spoke agian.
 "You sure you won't mind working for me?" she asked, her voice weak.
 "I could not think of anything I would rather do.  I can take care of
you even better that way."
 Mary knew she was lucky.  Henry was gentle, hard working and had a
great body, besides.  This was not bad for a woman of thirty-eight with
two teenagers.  He was thirty at most and could have had a lot younger,
more beautiful women.
 "I'm not young and beautiful."
 "You are to me.  Besides, I've had a lot of young, hard ones.  I like
you as you are, Mary," he said, bending down and taking one of her
nipples in his mouth, making her gasp and shiver.
 She gently stroked his cock, feeling it rising in her hand.  God, it
was so big and beautiful.  She could actually have this cock every
night, just the way she wanted it?  Had she found heaven?
 "Make love to me now, Henry."
 "Anything you way, ma'am."
 They both laughed and her mounted her, her legs spreading eagerly for
him.  Her cunt was hot and wet and he slid into her, spreading her
walls.  It almost hurt, but the pleasure was much greater for her.  She
felt as though she had been set free from a prison.  Her passion and
sexual desired crossed new levels as he began to slowly fuck her, each
stroke striking her precisely as she needed it.  She fucked back, her
hips meeting each stroke as they fucked, his strong arms holding her and
his hips and thighs making strong, controlled thrusts, driving his eight
inch cock into her, delving to depths she had never experienced.  She
orgasmed in moments and then again and again.  she was experiencing a
depth of sensuality and lust she had never experienced before.  She
wanted to fuck forever, but it had to end sometime.  With a final,
quivering thrust he came into her, squirting his second load, filling
her cunt with the hot, viscous fluid.  He thrust quickly, draining
himself into her as a final, crashing orgasm overcame her.
 They had dozed then and finally they had parted at her car with a
kiss.  She went home and showered.  For the next twenty-four hours she
packed her clothes and did some other things.  She called Henry at work
and had him come over.
They made love on the hide-abed in the den, she not wanting to sleep in
her and ken's bed.  She could see he was uncomfortable, too.  She had
showered and perfumed herself and opened a bottle of wine.  Sipping wine
they had started kissing.  He pulled the robe off slowly, taking her
naked body with his eyes, devouring her.  He had her lay down on the bed
on her back and dribbled the red wine on her tits and belly and then
licked it off.  She giggled and gasped at the attentions of his mouth
and lips.  She pushed him over on his back then and stripped him,
caressing his body and cock, finally taking his cock into her mouth and
getting him as hard as she could.  Finally she mounted him, sliding his
cock into her eager cunt.  Her first orgasm came so quickly she was
surprised by it.  His hands caressed and pinched her nipples, making her
whimper and groan as she impaled herself on his cock, her nails digging
into his shoulders as she came and came.
"Oh, god, you fucker, oh, I can't take it any more!" she cried out.
"Get on your hands and knees," he said.
She complied, again, doing something she had hardly ever done with her
husband of almost nineteen years.  His huge cock nearly split her as he
doggy fucked her.  She moaned and groaned, burying her head in the
pillow, fucking back at his eager thrusts.  Just two days before she
would have said she was nuts to even fantasize this and here she was,
fucking a huge, black cock.  It slid in and out of her slowly, striking
every inch of her poor cunt, making her feel like her whole body was
filled with it and it was going to come out her mouth.  His large hand
grasped her ass, caressing it was he fucked her, hi ships thrusting with
a slowly increasing rhythm.  She wanted his cock every way she could get
it.
He took his time coming and when he did she could feel the heat of it in
her, the swelling of his cock.  She orgasmed one last time as he drove
her into the bed, her legs spreading as he pushed her into the bed,
covering her body with his larger one.  They were totally spent.  That
night they slept together for the first time.
She found him in the shower in the morning.  She soaped him, caressing
his body, kissing him all over and finally she sucked him into her
mouth.  Her jaws could barely spread wide enough to get it in, but she
worked hard at it, taking it in as far as she could.  He groaned and
fucked her mouth and fianlly, for a second time, she swallowed his load
eagerly, savoring the taste of it.  God, she thought, if Ken could only
see her now.
 He helped her pack the car and U-haul.  He would wait for ken and then
follow her in a few days to Portland.  She had to find an apartment
there.  When she had stayed there before she had stayed at her manager's
house.  That would not work now, not with Henry.