Kelly Takes a Turn

A short while later, just like she had 10 hours before, Kelly was in the shower using the shower wand to get herself off. When she emerged from the shower and checked her phone, the distinction between her husband and Tyrell was obvious. Her husband had called and left a voice message and a text message each saying the same thing: "Is everything ok honey? I was hoping you might call."

Tyrell's message was markedly different: "What time you picking me up?"

Bizarrely, it was Tyrell's message that brought a smile to her face. And it was his message which she replied to first. "I'm just finishing getting dressed and then I'll be over. Would you like to get some breakfast before we go to the hospital?" She didn't think about the image her using "finishing getting dressed" might cause in Tyrell's mind until he replied, "Don't worry about finishing dressing for me!"

Kelly replied with a smiling emoticon and told him she'd be there in about a half an hour. Then she texted her reply to her husband, "I'm fine. I just forgot to call. Call you later."

As she finished getting herself ready, she laughed to herself at how important she felt it was to look good today. She obviously hadn't packed for any purpose beyond seeing her father so she only had a couple pairs of jeans and some no-frill tops. She ended up pulling up a pair of jeans and a nice short-sleeve button down white top which accented her figure nicely. And then she was off to Tyrell's place to pick him up.

She pulled up to his house, and rather than texting him to let him know she was there, she opted to go knock on the door. At the last minute, just as she was about to knock, Kelly got cold feet. What the heck was she doing intentionally flirting with Tyrell? She was about to turn and head back to the car when Tyrell opened the door; he stood there shirtless in just a pair of sagging jeans, the tops of his boxers visible.

Kelly unconsciously cleared her throat at the sight of his naked chest and abdomen before she looked up into his eyes. She found Tyrell smiling at her and she felt her face flush red once she made eye contact. After only a couple seconds which seemed much longer to the slightly embarrassed Kelly, Tyrell spoke, "I was expecting a text when you got here. Come in while I grab a shirt." And with that he grabbed her arm, gently but firmly, and led her in.

His touch, his words, and his tone rekindled the thoughts which dominated her mind the night before and she felt her arousal begin to grow. Kelly followed Tyrell's lead to the living room and sat down on the couch before him. Tyrell's height combined with her seated height had his crotch right in front of her face. There was a slight sheen of sweat on his lower abdomen which for some odd reason piqued Kelly's interest. She attempted to shake her head clear as she briefly debated what those beads of sweat tasted like.

Tyrell knew he had initiated something in her mind and stood there silently for a moment, not wanting to break the train of thoughts she seemed to be experiencing. Then he made his move.

He reached down and placed his hand under her chin and gently tilted her head so she was looking up at him. He smiled gently and then asked, "Everything all right Kelly? You look a little flushed."

Tyrell was right, she was flushed. And his touch and his question only intensified things. What the hell was going on? How did this come about? A day ago she didn't want to be near him and now she was debating what the sweat on his abs tasted like!

Tyrell continued to smile down at her as he gently stroked the underside of her chin. Kelly was locked in place and just gazed up at him mindlessly, the fantasies which ran through her mind last night coupled with the orgasms she experienced were clouding her judgment. Her worldview was shrunk down to looking up at him and the feeling of his hand under her chin.

Kelly's tunnel vision prevented her from seeing what Tyrell was doing with his other hand; slipping his jeans and pants down to free his black cock. Once his pants had reached the point of being able to slide down his legs of their own accord, he spoke, "How about if we stay here for breakfast instead Kelly?"

It wasn't a question, but she responded anyway with a wordless nod. And when she did, she saw Tyrell's nine inch ebony cock just inches from her mouth. She couldn't speak, and she couldn't move. All she could do was attempt to take in deeper breaths to avoid passing out from excitement. His scent filled her nostrils as she did so.

Tyrell watched as her eyes lightly hooded as the reality of the situation struck. Then ever so gently, knowing this was probably the most critical moment of all, he shifted his hand from under her chin to the back of her neck and gently nudged her forward. At the same time, his left hand was aiming his shaft towards her slightly parted lips.

Kelly looked up at him with a final silent act of desperation in the vain hopes he would stop her from making contact, but it was too late; the distance was too close, the desire too intense. And when her lips made contact with his hard cock, Kelly began to cum. She was not aware she could experience a 'no-touch' orgasm, but it was upon her.

Her orgasm continued to bloom as she felt his shaft slip over her lips and on to her tongue. Immediately her mouth, which was dry during the build up to this moment, began to salivate as she experienced black cock for the first time. Kelly could not be sure but her mind told her the slight sheen of sweat she had seen on his abdomen was also on his cock. And she realized she enjoyed the taste.

Kelly let Tyrell pull her forward further until his cock hit the back of her mouth, making her gag slightly. He continued this motion without saying a word until he felt her moving her head bobbing on its own. He could hear her slight cooing sounds and knew the risk he had taken was now a reward, and he moaned in pleasure.

Though Kelly had been married to her husband David for five years and had dated him since midway through her sophomore year in college, she had limited experience in sucking cock in those nearly eight years together. It wasn't her idea however. As in most things, David was so concerned with upsetting her or disrespecting her, he shied away from pursuing it. The few times they did attempt oral sex his demeanor was so frustrating that the night usually ended without either of them getting off.

But this was different. Tyrell wasn't concerned about upsetting her. And while one might argue whether his attitude and conduct were disrespectful, could it really be if she wanted it? These were the thoughts now running through Kelly's mind as she brought one hand up to stroke his shaft and the other to cup his balls.

"That's it baby, yea. I been thinking about this day for a long time now. I never thought it happen though. And damn it's good." Tyrell's words spurred her on for some reason. They seemed to justify what she was doing. She debated whether he fantasized about her as she did about him last night and that morning. She wondered if those looks she had always been so disapproving of were because he wanted her in this way. Her sexually charged mind concluded correctly that they were. She realized that though those looks may have been frustrating at times, she also knew they made her feel attractive and desired and sexy. And at this moment she was grateful to Tyrell for making her feel that way.

Kelly, still insecure in her oral abilities, kept her eyes on Tyrell's as she sucked his cock, looking for any clues to indicate how she was doing. What she didn't know, and couldn't know because of her inexperience, was staring into Tyrell's eyes was exactly what Tyrell wanted. He knew he was already in her mind with some of his earlier behavior and her reaction to it. He realized she was easily swayed because of how willingly she responded to his subtle coaxing. He just needed to do two things; continue what he started, and tap into whatever was the source of these things.

Doing the first was relatively easy. He just continued to slowly fuck her mouth with his cock while looking into her eyes. He communicated the pleasure she was providing with simply praises like, "That's it." or "Damn you got a fine mouth." He could see the response in her eyes that on some level she needed to hear those words.

Then he began to use that to delve a little deeper.

Putting his right hand on the side or her face and wrapping it gently around the back of her head, Tyrell said, "Yea Kelly, I been thinking about this for a long time. And you making it everything I thought it be." Then pausing for a moment he added, "You look like you enjoying it but it seems like you ain't got much experience sucking dick." Pausing again to gauge her reaction, he followed that with the line that would either end the fun or help things along, "Your husband been denying you this pleasure?"

Kelly slowed ever so slightly as she looked up at Tyrell. The mention of her husband was somewhat of a dose of reality in this situation.

Tyrell, realizing the mention of her husband didn't cause a major negative reaction, used his hand on the back of her head got her going again and continued, "That's too bad girl. White boy should have known his girl likes to suck dick. His loss though, 'cause now we having some fun." He paused again before adding, "Ain't we?"

Kelly moaned out "Mmmhmm" around Tyrell's cock and then began to cum again in response to her own affirmation.

Tyrell's response of "That's it baby, enjoy it, yeaaaa" echoed in her mind as she came.

Kelly came out of that orgasm more assured and determined to do just that, enjoy it. Her arousal seemed to generate a simultaneous frustration with her husband for denying her this pleasure.

Tyrell could see that change in her eyes. Still keeping his cock in her mouth, he took one step back. His only purpose was to lure her from being seated on the couch to kneeling before him. Kelly followed his lead and slipped from the couch to her knees.

As she did so, the movement caused her to lean forward slightly to keep his cock in her mouth. And a large rope of saliva then dangled from her lips and then her chin. Tyrell nearly busted his nut at that sight, but held out, he needed to stretch this moment out to ensure it took root.

Kelly, feeling the wet strand on her chin and then in contact with the top of her chest, cooed in excitement. "Tyrell is right", she thought. "I am enjoying this. David has been denying me." Then, of her own initiative, Kelly caught the string of saliva in her hand and then brought it back to his cock, providing some lube to the areas her mouth could not yet reach.

With that act, Tyrell knew they had crossed an invisible line, and he took the next step. He reached down and began to undo her top. He could only reach down so far however or else his cock might slip from her lips. Kelly, realizing both of these things, took over and finished unbuttoning her top, and then, while still locking eyes with him, removed her bra.

Tyrell marveled at the sight of her breasts swinging free and reached down to grasp Kelly's blonde hair in his hand. He pulled it back into a pony tail and then began to use that to essentially control Kelly's pace. He used it to also control how much or how little of his cock she took into her mouth. He knew at this point she was not ready to take all of him, but he could tell that day would be upon them soon just based on the passion with which she was sucking his cock now.

When he could no longer hold out, Tyrell pulled Kelly's pony tail back so just the head of his cock was in her mouth. He could feel her attempting to pull forward to capture more of him, but he wanted her to feel the sensation of his seed painting her tongue. He looked down at her and said in his quiet, commanding tone, "Are you ready for it Kelly? Are you ready to taste what I can give you but your husband won't?" He intentionally said "won't" instead of "can't" to continue the tone. While he was quite certain her husband's cum could not match his own, he wanted to reinforce in her mind that she was being denied.

Kelly was too far gone to provide a coherent answer. And even if she could, her lips were wrapped around the mushroom head of a delicious black cock which she had no intention of releasing. Instead, she just moaned out an extended "Mmmhmmm..." She had no idea what to expect but yet was beside herself with anticipation. And then things began to happen in almost slow motion. She felt the crown of his cockhead expand within her lips. She felt his shaft thicken and harden. And she felt his balls pull up into his sack as they prepared to expend their release.

And then it happened. His cock launched the first rope of seed onto her tongue. Then another. And another. And another. The sensation, the taste, the force...all of these things combined to make her nearly pass out. She flared her nostrils in attempt to pull in more air as her mouth received more cum.

She swallowed once. Twice. And still more jism erupted from his cock. She was instantly in love with the feeling of it pumping into her mouth and of it sliding down her throat. She beckoned more from him while at the same time silently cursing out her husband for not being man enough to provide this for her.

Tyrell was actually spent before she stopped sucking and he had to pull her mouth free from his cock. Kelly followed with a large gasp of air to replenish her lungs but then leaned forward to lap the last bead of cum from his urethra with her tongue. When she looked up to see Tyrell staring down, Kelly's face flushed with embarrassment initially. But his smile and gentle touch to the side of her face washed any shame away.

Kelly say back on her haunches to catch her breath. At first forgetting she was now topless in front of him, she momentarily reacted as if to cover herself before realizing it was far too late for anything of that sort. Instead, she looked up at him in a mix of mild shame, astonishment, and arousal and said, "I can't believe I just did that. I've never, oh my gosh, I've never finished him with my mouth before."

Tyrell knew this was a critical moment. He leaned down with that same satisfied grin on his face and gently tweaked Kelly's left nipple. It was already erect and begging for attention, so when his rough forefinger and thumb touched it, Kelly could only let out a gasp. Tyrell continued to lean towards her ear, before saying in a low, almost growl, "That's because your husband don't know how to treat his woman." Kelly bit her lower lip as she looked up at him, unware of her involuntary nod as consent to what he had just said.

Then, in an act which occurred too quickly for her to keep up, Tyrell scooped her up off the floor with an arm around her back and the other under legs. His strength, confidence, and control just continued to fan the flames of Kelly's arousal. She had no idea how much of an effect this would have on her until it was happening. And it only continued to grow while also building upon the issues she was discovering she had with David. Why didn't he demonstrate such fortitude with her?

Kelly, aloft in Tyrell's arms, suddenly found herself being carried into Tyrell's bedroom. Her heart began to pound in simultaneous erotic anticipation and conflict. Her body was yearning for this moment yet her head was saying to put a stop to things. She knew where this was leading. She had already committed one act of infidelity by sucking him off, but she knew Tyrell was going to fuck her if she didn't raise an immediate and forceful objection. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

Her left hand, which she was using to hold herself steady, was draped over Tyrell's powerful shoulders and neck, and she realized she was using it to also rub his skin. Her left breast, rubbing against either his bicep or his chest depending upon his step, was helping to dilute any sense of willpower she was trying to summon. She was still gently biting her lower lip with a look of vulnerability and anticipation her face.

Tyrell skillfully manipulated all of that to push her over the edge. He lowered her down on to the bed, and just as Kelly was attempting to call upon her last ounce of reserve, his thick lips locked around her stimulated left nipple. And Kelly's will to fight broke as she lunged her chest up towards the pleasure his mouth was providing.

For Kelly, time seemed to stop. Her body, was furiously working to absorb all the sensations Tyrell's lips and hands were offering her. She craved it. She wrapped her arms around his head as he switched from nipple to nipple or dragged his tongue across her tits. So focused on what he was doing with her chest that Kelly was not aware that Tyrell had shimmied her pants off her legs and was pointing his hard cock at her pussy lips.

When Tyrell stopped feasting on her tits and raised himself up a bit, Kelly was about to tell him not to stop when her world, literally and figuratively, went black as his cock slipped between her beckoning pussy lips.

"Oooohhhh.....mmmyyyyy......goooooddddd" was all she could muster as she erupted in orgasm with just three inches of his black shaft inside her.

Tyrell continued to gently saw himself in and out of her as her orgasm crested. He could tell he had struck gold with Kelly and wanted to cultivate her desires properly. He wanted to continually add to this experience so she would want more and more. So he let her cum on just a portion of what he had to offer before providing more as she began to come down from her peak.

It wasn't long before his black shaft was buried to the hilt in Kelly's pussy. She came three more times before he was fully embedded in her, and like Tyrell, her belly and chest now had a light sheen of sweat upon it as she humped her pussy to meet his thrusts.

Kelly worked to free her ankles from her pants and then splayed her legs wide and raised her knees to give Tyrell greater access to fuck her. She thought of how natural it felt for her to do this and nearly giggled to herself at how that could be because it is not something she had ever done with her husband.

Tyrell seemed to sense this and seized upon the opportunity, "Ain't never had a cock this deep before have you?"

Kelly didn't want to admit it, but at the same time knew she couldn't hide it. She compromised by just shaking her head.

Tyrell was having none of that. He pressed her further, "I didn't hear you."

Kelly again shook her head afraid of his reaction.

Tyrell abruptly stopped with just the head of his cock inside her. "My little bitch, you want to keep this cock inside you, you gonna have to use your words. Understand me?"

Kelly nodded and then finally spoke, "I've never had a cock this deep in me before."

Tyrell rewarded her admission with more of his cock. And another question. "Your husband don't give you this either?"

Kelly began to shake her head no, but then realized she had to use words or risk him stopping this glorious fucking. "No!," she answered with just a bit too much intensity, as if giving him his answer while also demanding he not stop fucking her, "no, he doesn't give me this either." She felt her face flush with her answer and knew she was close to another orgasm.

Tyrell's next words pushed her over the top, "That's because your husband ain't got a black cock. Ain't that right?"

Kelly's mouth opened to answer, but no words came out as her eyes rolled up and she began to cum.

Tyrell continued to fuck her deeply through her orgasm to let this first lesson sink in and to reward her for her openness. Once she regained her focus, Tyrell slowed his pace and leaned in close. She locked his eyes on his, completely devoted to what he was giving her and seemingly hanging on every word.