The Enlightenment of Hanna

His penis...no, what had the redheaded girl called it? His big black cock, yes, that was it, was enormous. She watched as he impaled the redheaded beauty with it time and time again as she wailed in what Hanna could now plainly make out to be cries of pleasure. No, a more accurate description of what Hanna could hear would be cries of pure delight.

As she watched, the woman seemed to stiffen and begin to shake. For a moment, Hanna worried that she'd started to have a seizure. The man slowed down his strokes but never entirely stopped. When she did finally relax, he once again started pounding her with his monstrous penis.

Besides the distinct visual differences, there was another comparison she couldn't help but make between Curtis and this massive and beautiful black man. On their honeymoon, from the time Curtis had entered her until the moment he'd ejaculated inside her couldn't have taken more than three minutes. Hanna knew this as a fact. She'd been staring at the clock on the wall to distract herself from the pain. After the blinding pain of his entrance and when the burning at last passed, Hanna had opened her eyes and seen the clock on the wall read one minute after midnight. By three minutes after twelve, Curtis was rolling off of her and making his way into the bathroom.

Hanna knew that from the time she'd begun to hear the woman's cries at the back of the fence until now, at least fifteen minutes had passed. Yet the muscular black man with the considerable penis showed no signs of slowing down or finishing.

Diane watched as the black Adonis withdrew his peni...no, the pretty redhead was right. It was a big black cock. The naughty admission in Hanna's mind sent a shiver down her spine. She watched as he pulled his cock from the redhead's vagina. Hanna's own hand went to her mouth as she watched the woman wrap both fists around the base of his cock. Even with one fist stacked upon the other, the redhead could have still fit another hand on top of the second hand. That would have still left the massive cocks head sticking up.

The woman began to lick at the swollen head. The redhead stretched her mouth wide and began to suck on it like a giant lollipop. Damian's giant right hand caressed the woman's hair as both her fists stroked up and down the enormous shaft.

Suddenly Damian bent and slipped both of his powerful arms beneath the beautiful redhead's thighs, cupping her ample backside. She threw both her arms around his thick neck as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Freeing his right hand, Damian reached down for his big black cock, for some reason, just thinking that naughty phrase sent a thrill through Hanna. Though it was evidently erect, it hung straight down under its own mass.

Diane watched as he grabbed his massive member and began to stuff it back into the pretty redhead. Once again impaled, Damian started to heft her up and down the shaft as if she weighed nothing. Hanna could hear her cries of enjoyment and moans of delight. Within moments, Hanna listened to the woman loudly proclaim that she was climaxing once more. The redhead stiffened and began to shake just as she had before.

The woman's climax was at least the third such one since Hanna had become aware of their activities. Patrice Collins's older sisters had been telling the truth, and that meant Hanna's mother was a liar.

Damian continued to effortlessly lift and drop the woman's weight down on his massive black member. Within minutes, the redhead was climaxing for the fourth time, yet the handsome black man showed no signs of finishing any time soon.

At last, he hefted her lithe frame off his rigid cock and sat her back down on the chaise lounge. Hanna heard him speak softly to her in that deep voice and watched as she got up on all four straddling the chaise. Damian slid in behind her and pushed down between her shoulder blades. The redhead dropped her head down and arched her back, which elevated her hips higher up. The powerful black man slid between her legs. Hanna heard Damian's deep voice say something to the woman. In response, she reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks wide as he once again entered her.

For the first time, Hanna noticed the powerful muscularity present in Damian's backside. She marveled at the fact that even the cheeks on his backside had striations of muscle in them. And those legs! His thighs were almost as impressive as the cock that usually hung between them.

Diane watched the beautiful redhead come two more times as Damian pounded her from behind. After what the alarm clock resting on Hanna's nightstand told her was nearly forty-five minutes. The single most raw and animalistic sight that the sheltered young Christian girl had ever encountered finally came to an end. Damian withdrew from the pretty redhead's vagina as she quickly spun around and began stroking his thick shaft. Hanna's breath caught in her throat when Damian erupted, spewing an unbelievable amount of creamy white semen over the face and chest of the woman beneath him. Judging from her reaction, she loved every second of it happening.

When the surge of semen had at last stopped. Hanna was amazed to watch as the redhead, using her fingers to scoop up the sperm from her face and chest, began to feed it to herself.

Hanna was so intent on watching the woman's wanton act that she didn't notice the handsome black man staring up at her window until their eyes met.

She backed away from the window, quickly allowing the curtain to completely close. It was only then that Hanna became aware her right hand gently cupped a breast while her dominant left hand was down the front of her panties.

******

When Curtis made it home that night, he hardly seemed to notice the quiet mood Hanna was in. She had managed to put the overwhelming guilt haranguing her conscience aside long enough to concentrate on fixing their supper. It wasn't her best effort and not a meal that her mother would have praised her for cooking. But that was okay with Hanna. She was pretty put out with her mother at the moment.

Curtis made no comment about the fact Hanna had mailed in her culinary effort. He also missed the fact that his wife barely ate anything on her plate. When he was finished eating, Curtis excused himself from the table, kissing Hanna's forehead and thanking her for the meal. He then retreated to the comfort of his office, closing the door behind him.

Hanna sighed as she dragged her spoon through the stew she'd made. She'd barely been able to meet her husband's eyes. Her upraising told Hanna that everything she had done since hearing the voices on the other side of the fence had been sinful. Even putting aside the fact that she'd eavesdropped on what was clearly intimate sexual activity. Or that she'd then compounded that sin by putting herself in a position to peep at the same event. It was the final detail that ate away at her soul. Even if Hanna hadn't been aware that she was doing it at the time, she'd been masturbating herself, and her upbringing taught her a married woman doing so was cheating her husband. She was basically committing adultery with herself.

Of course, the same upbringing also told her that women didn't get pleasure from sex. And Hanna now knew for a fact that wasn't true.

Still, even if the fact she'd been unconsciously masturbating mitigated the act, there was no doubt she was guilty of the sin of lust. Hanna had to admit to herself that she'd been lusting for her handsome black neighbor since the moment she'd laid eyes on him. Her racing heart and the tingling had to be signs of her arousal. And if that wasn't enough, the condition she'd found her panties in after she'd realized what she was doing made it undeniable. They had been soaked with her moisture like never before. There were actually juices running down the insides of her thighs when she'd removed them.

Hanna had been around black men before, without ever having them have an effect on her. Of course, no white man had ever come close to making her body react like that either, and that included her own husband. That fact added an entirely new layer of guilt to Hanna's already weary mind.

Worse yet, even now, when Hanna knew it only compounded her guilt and the sins she'd committed, she couldn't stop thinking about Damian. Everything about the man intrigued and excited her. His body, his strength, his stamina, and his smoldering good looks. Hanna even found his deep but soft-spoken voice enticing.

And then there was that big black cock.

Hanna couldn't get it out of her mind. That magnificent member had driven his partner crazy and made her climax screaming at least a half dozen times. Hanna wasn't a math wizard, but even she could figure out that Damian had done so while lasting fifteen times longer than her husband's best efforts.

See? There it was yet again. Betraying the man she had married even if only in her mind. It wasn't fair to Curtis. She was his wife and owed him better than that. She had married him for better or for worse, and Hanna wanted nothing more than to be able to live up to that vow.

She got up from the table and began cleaning up. She knew that she needed to focus her mind on something other than the shameful events from earlier today. She promised herself that once she'd gotten the kitchen cleaned, she would head upstairs and read her Bible and pray. Her father had always taught her that only by seeking God was it possible to get the answers for the things that troubled us.

When Hanna had the kitchen cleaned and the coffee maker filled with fresh grounds for Curtis's morning coffee. She headed up the stairs trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb her husband. In her room, she laid on the bed and began to read.

Hanna had always preferred to read from the new testament of the Bible. Her mother had always been what she thought of as an old testament Christian. The type of person who saw things in distinct shades of black and white. She'd always been quick to judge those around her and was resolute in her condemnation of what she saw as sin. Hanna often wondered how her mother would feel in having that same spotlight turned on herself.

Of course, she'd done so silently.

No, she preferred the forgiveness and grace presented in the teachings of Jesus and his disciples. Tonight she mainly found comfort in reading the words of John, where he described Jewish leaders jealous of the attention Christ was receiving. They'd brought before him a woman they'd found guilty of adultery. As a test, they'd asked him what should happen with her. Jesus had drawn a line in the sand and told the judgemental Pharisees that the first man without sin should feel free to cast the first stone. When the shamed men had turned and left, He'd instructed the woman to go and try and sin no more.

Hanna decided that was the road for her. She would set aside her own guilt while not forgetting what she had done. Hanna would then throw herself into helping Curtis with his work at the church. Surely there, she would be able to find peace and serve penance for the things she'd allowed to infect her marriage?

Feeling a modicum of relief at her plan and being both emotionally and physically exhausted from her trying day. Hanna fell asleep while wishing that her husband would come to bed. She needed him to hold her and bring her the reassurance that he loved her.

She dozed off while waiting for him and was unaware when he finally lay down beside her.

Instead, it was Damian that came for her, even if it was just in her dreams.

Deep in her mind, it was Damian's beautiful example of black perfection that settled in behind her and wrapped her in his arms. Hanna hadn't resisted his comforting embrace at all. She felt completely safe and comforted in those strong arms. Hanna knew nothing could harm her as long as her black knight was there to keep her safe.

Her body tingled as she felt his large hand caress the soft skin on her stomach. Hanna couldn't help but reach her right hand back to rub his sexy bald head as he kissed her neck. It felt so good, so sensual. And unlike her husband, Damian's every touch on her skin made the nerve endings come alive with a fire she'd never felt before.

Between her legs, she could feel his superior manhood growing. Hanna knew that she hungered for it. She needed to experience its magnificent size and masculinity. Hanna craved to feel that bulbous purple head split her in two. To have it fill the tight confines of her married white Christian pussy until she came screaming like his redheaded companion.

But more than anything, Hanna knew she craved his seed. She wanted more desperately to feel it coat her insides and understand that this virile specimen of the ultimate man owned her wholly.

And she, him.

"I'm going to put a baby right here," Damian whispered in Hanna's ear. His lips caressing against her lower lobe. "It's going to be a son. Our son."

And with that, Hanna awoke screaming. Not from fear, but from the orgasm quaking through her body. Her thighs quivered, and convulsions raced through her core like a stampede of elephants.

It was the first time in her life that the good little Christian girl had ever climaxed, and it was delicious.

"What is it, Hanna? What's wrong?" she heard a concerned Curtis ask as his arm came around her waist. Hanna couldn't help but judge it against the powerful limbs that had encircled her body in her dream. His arms were a weak imitation of what she knew would be the real thing, and though it shamed her, Hanna's skin crawled at his touch.

"A bad dream, Honey," Hanna answered, taking his hand and removing the offending limb as she stood and walked into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her. Hanna splashed water on her face and took in the woman staring back from the mirror. It looked the same as the Hanna, who had always graced her reflection growing up. All the same, except for something around the eyes. It was subtle but evident to the former beauty queen.

Sitting down on the toilet, tears came to the young bride. She'd only been married to her husband for a week. And yet she feared a wedge had already been driven between them that would prove impossible to remove. She let the river flow in the hopes it would wash away the grief she felt. And it was grief, Hanna just couldn't quite pinpoint what it was for.

The following morning Hanna was up earlier than usual. She made Curtis's breakfast and slipped on the modest type dress he expected of her. She pulled her long hair up into what girls at school had always referred to as her pentecostal bun.

"I'd like to go to the church with you this morning. I need to get a jump on preparing for my class tonight and maybe even do some prep for Sunday morning." Hanna said.

Curtis tilted his head at her and said, "Are you sure? It will make for a really long day Hanna. Wouldn't you rather hang out here, and I'll have someone swing by and pick you up sometime after lunch today?

That was the last thing Hanna wanted. Being alone here, she knew she would be tempted. And if Hanna had learned anything since moving into this house, her flesh was weak. Given the opportunity, Hanna was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist the siren call her subconscious couldn't stop hearing. The one that drifted over the fence in her backyard and spoke of joy and pleasures she badly wanted to succumb to.

"That's okay, Honey. I'm eager to get started. I want things to be perfect for the children." Hanna replied as she grabbed the things she knew she would need.

The new bride was in charge of the pre-k age children. She loved teaching that age, having been involved with doing so since she was a young teen. They were so curious and impressionable, ready to have their natural curiosity nurtured. They absorbed things like a sponge as new knowledge and experiences formed vital pathways in their eager minds.

Curtis was right, the day was long. Maybe more so to Hanna after she failed to get any real sleep the previous night. It also didn't help Hanna had been unable to eat at supper last evening due to her overwhelming guilt. And this morning, she'd been in such a rush to prepare breakfast and get herself ready, that eating had never entered her mind.

Still, at lunchtime, when Curtis stuck his head in her classroom and informed her that he wouldn't be available for lunch, Hanna actually felt relief. He and the rest of the pastoral staff were making a visitation at the local nursing home. She had been afraid that if the two were given time alone, he might possibly ask her about her previous night's nocturnal emission. She already had enough things to be guilty about. Adding lying to her husband about the dream was something she really wanted to avoid.

Hanna walked down to the local diner and picked up a tuna salad to go. She then walked over to the park to watch the kids enjoy the summer sun.

Sitting there, watching young kids criss-cross the monkey bars, and ride the merry-go-round helped lift the darkness that had haunted Hanna for the last few days. It harkened back to a much simpler time in her life when she hadn't yet been exposed to all the burdens becoming an adult brought with it.

Hanna had been enjoying watching the kids play for about fifteen minutes when she heard a feminine voice ask, "Do you mind if I join you?"

Without even looking up, Hanna grabbed her purse and lunch to make way and said, "Of course you can."

It wasn't until the woman had sat next to her that Hanna turned to see who the newcomer was. Shock and momentary panic filled her heart as she recognized the beautiful redhead from the previous day's events.

"Scottie," the pretty woman said as she held out her hand. Hanna forced a nervous smile as she accepted the offered handshake taking note of Scottie's long and elegant fingers. Her fingertips held manicured nails with bright red nail polish. As the two women shook hands, Hanna could see the redhead had enchanting emerald green eyes. They played perfectly off her hair color and pale skin tone, making her natural beauty even more striking.

"I'm Hanna," she answered as the woman stared at her intently. "I grew up around here, but I don't think I know you. Are you new in town?"

The gorgeous redhead looked out at the kids playing on the playground. She seemed to take particular interest in the activities taking place on the merry-go-round. "I've only been here for a couple of weeks. I'm not sure how long we'll be in town. We're here on business."

Hanna took a deep breath. She knew her next question was dishonest but couldn't help asking it.

"We?"

Scottie's eyes stayed focused out on the merry-go-round as she said, "I'm here with my boss and little girl. I'm a personal assistant."

"Little girl?" Hanna asked as her eyes turned to search the playground for a little girl with red hair. Of course, her hair could take after her father, but surely there would be a resemblance?

"Sure, hold on, and I'll introduce you two," Scottie replied as she stood and made her way over to the merry-go-round.

Hanna knew when she was halfway there. Three little girls were sitting in the center of the whirling disk while a gaggle of little boys spun it as fast as they could. Two had blonde curly hair and the type of skin tone that tans easily in the sun. It was the third that Hanna knew at once belonged to Scottie. What little she knew of the woman's life should have been indicative of the possibility. A shiver ran through Hanna's core as she remembered her dream from the night before. Her craving for Damian's fertile seed and the promise he'd made to give her a son as he lightly caressed her stomach.

Scottie approached with a giggling little girl piled in her arms as her mother's fingers tickled at her sensitive spots. Her hair was braided in a french braid, and her skin tone was light for a black person. Hanna's paternal grandfather would have used the bigoted term "high yellow" to describe the girl's mixed-race complexion. Her eyes were almost a shade of copper that made her look even more distinctive. Completing the picture and adding to her cuteness was a smattering of freckles spread across the bridge of her nose. Hanna couldn't help but think about how pretty she'd be once she was all grown up.