Lisa had been fighting it for weeks. Every time Jamal walked into her tutoring sessions at the community college, she felt her eyes drop straight to the thick bulge in his jeans. He was twenty, built like a linebacker, and black as night.
Her husband thought she was just helping the kid pass English comp. The truth was dirtier.
The night it finally happened, her husband was out of town on business. Jamal showed up at their house for the makeup session, tall and cocky, smelling like fresh soap and something raw underneath. She let him in wearing a thin tank top and yoga pants that hugged her ass. No bra. Her nipples were already hard.
They sat at the kitchen table pretending to review essays. Jamal kept shifting in his chair, that heavy cock clearly swelling down his thigh. Lisa couldnt focus. She kept licking her lips.
Fuck this, she finally said, pushing the papers away. You know what I want, dont you?
Jamal grinned slow. Yeah, Mrs. Thompson. I know.
She stood up, grabbed his hand, and led him straight to the bedroom she shared with her husband. The second the door closed she dropped to her knees and yanked his zipper down. His cock sprang out, thick, veined, and so fucking long it made her mouth water. It was easily ten inches and heavy enough to hang even when hard.
Holy shit, she whispered, wrapping both hands around it. This is what youve been hiding in my classroom.
She licked the fat head, tasting the salty drop already leaking out. Jamal groaned and grabbed her hair. Lisa opened wide and took as much as she could, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. She worked it sloppy, spit running down his shaft while she stroked the rest with both fists. Her pussy was soaked.
Get on the bed, he ordered, voice low and rough.
Lisa stripped fast and climbed on all fours, ass up, face in the pillows that still smelled like her husband. Jamal didnt waste time. He rubbed that massive cock head up and down her wet slit a few times, then pushed in hard.
She cried out as he stretched her. Inch after thick inch sank deep until his balls pressed against her clit. Nothing had ever filled her like this. She clawed the sheets while he started fucking her in steady, deep strokes.
Talk to me, she gasped. Tell me how my married pussy feels on that big black cock.
Feels like it was made for it, Jamal grunted, gripping her hips. Tight as fuck and dripping. Your husband ever fuck you this deep?
No, she moaned. Never. Your cock is ruining me.
He picked up speed, the wet sound of her cunt taking every thrust filling the room. Lisa reached back and spread her ass cheeks so he could watch himself disappear inside her. Every time he bottomed out she saw stars.
They switched positions. She climbed on top and sank down slow, watching her pussy lips stretch around his thickness. She rode him hard, tits bouncing, grinding her clit against him until she came with a loud scream, juices running down his shaft.
Jamal flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs wide, and hammered into her. The bed slammed against the wall. Lisa begged him not to stop, told him to fill her married cunt. He groaned and unloaded deep inside her, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding her.
They didnt stop there. He fucked her twice more that nightonce in the shower with her leg hooked over his arm, and again bent over the kitchen counter with her face pressed to the cold marble. By morning her pussy was swollen and leaking his load.
The next tutoring session at the college was pure torture. They kept it professional until the classroom emptied. Then Jamal bent her over her own desk, yanked her panties aside, and gave her another raw, deep pounding while she bit her arm to stay quiet.
Lisa started keeping a journal of every time he used her. Page after page of filthy details: how his big cock made her squirt for the first time, how she let him cum on her wedding ring, how she sucked him off in the car while her husband was inside the grocery store.
She never stopped. Every time Jamals thick black cock stretched her open, she came harder than she ever had with her husband. And every time she went home sore and satisfied, she already knew shed be back on her knees for more.
