Awakening Her Needs 3: A Hotwife Beginning Story (Her Needs Series)

by Blaise Quin

  Emily wasn’t ready, everything moving too fast, in one split second she’d gone from the older woman in control to being taken, he needed a condom, she wasn’t wet enough, all this flashing in her head in the instant Jackson thrust, the smooth head of his shaft parting her opening, not even pausing. Emily’s mind was a step behind, ordering her body to pull away, needing to close her thighs, needing to yell for him to wait, and yet what she did instead was spread her legs and wrap her arms around him, his cock spearing into her, forcing her open, and even her wetness was not enough, she was too tight.

  She moaned at the indescribable sensation of fullness, the complete and utter stretching of herself around his shaft. She’d felt it once before, with Dwayne, and had fantasized about it ever since that night. And like a glimpsed rainbow it was gone in a heartbeat, her arousal so immediate that her wetness gushed around Jackson’s cock, and yet the memory of the sensation lingered as Jackson drove deeper, the way the sun would stay bright in your head after closing your eyes.

  Jackson was too excited to even finish his stroke, he was pulling out, Emily coming to her senses. “Jackson, no, we have to—”

  Her words were cut off as he thrust back into her, deeper, yet still not all the way, then he was ramming her like a jackhammer, harder and faster than she’d ever been fucked.

  “Jackson—” she warned, or maybe she didn’t even speak aloud, for now he’d reached a depth in her that made her legs shake. His hips slammed into her, it should have been painful, but he was thrusting so fast that by the time she felt him against her he was pulling out again for another thrust. His face was pressed against her neck, Emily’s arms flailing, caught between wanting to push him off or pull him inside her.

  She was stunned and overwhelmed by her reaction to his utter, raw, wild unfettered need. It aroused her beyond belief, and without thinking she started meeting his thrusts, two animals in heat, her legs wrapping around his, desperately trying to hold on, her fingers digging into his back. Just a little while longer, she wanted to remember this forever, this sense of abandonment of safety and reality and caution. . .

  Jackson drove so hard into her that his lower abs rammed against her swollen clit, better by far than her own fingers, so instead of trying to touch herself she dug her nails into his back, gripping, clawing, the way she’d flick her clit. She was so close, she’d never wanted to come as much as she did right now, she wanted Jackson to feel the height of her arousal. . .

  Jackson grunted. No, no, he couldn’t finish in her! She forced her hand between them, grabbing at his shaft, wet with her juices, so slick, and for a few precious seconds she was engulfed by the sensation of him sliding through her fingers and into her. Her hand became a partial barrier, he couldn’t get all the way in now. His thrusts crushed her wrist, yet still she held on.

  Suddenly Jackson slowed his thrusts, lifted his head, and looked right in her eyes. “I’m going to remember this forever,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m going to remember you forever.” And he froze, half inside her, half out, Emily’s hand wrapped around him, and she felt the truth in his words, his joy, his complete and utter awe.

  Her ability to give this gift to him flowed over her, through her, and she kissed him lightly on the mouth and whispered, “Me too,” and she caressed his quivering shaft, once, twice, and she didn’t need to see his eyes widen, she didn’t need to hear his groan, she didn’t need to feel his body stiffen to know he was right on the very edge.

  Using every ounce of strength in her legs Emily pulled him tightly to her, then, in the full realization and acceptance of what she was doing, cupped his shaft, squeezed gently, and pulled. He thickened in her hands, his seed rising up his shaft, pushing against her fingers, the release of a torrent of desire, surging forward and into her waiting depths. She moaned as he continued to shoot into her, his spasms so hard his cock jerked in her hand, strong jets flooding to escape. She wasn’t imagining she could feel him come in her, the pulsing flow against her hand was vibrantly real. Emily drove the heel of her palm against her clit and exploded, grinding herself into an astonishing eruption, yanking her hand away so that Jackson could be all the way in her, so he could finish his releases as deep as possible.

  It was not the longest orgasm of her life, but by far the most extreme, cannon fire of massive contractions. She pushed away the implications of what she had done, wanting to savor at least a few moments of this completeness, this initiation.

  For both of them.

  Jackson’s cock gave one last surge inside her, and she squeezed her inner muscles around him with her thanks. He started to lift up, but Emily held him tight. “Not yet,” she whispered.

  “I don’t want to crush you, I’m sorry, I know I kind of lost control—”

  Emily shushed him with her lips. “It was incredible.”

  “For you too?”

  “For me too.”

  After a long time she released her grip, and he slipped out of her, rolling onto the bed. They hadn’t even pulled off the covers.

  “Wow,” said Jackson.

  Emily’s shivered from the sudden air on her skin, the enormity of what she’d done rolling over her in waves. She was lying naked on her back in another man’s bedroom, her legs spread wantonly, her thighs sweating, her nipples still hard, her pussy raw and dripping.

  Dripping with another man’s seed.

  Jackson had never come so fast, not even the first time he had got a blowjob, not even when the hottest chick in the school had jerked him off while shoving her huge tits in his face, not even when that wild ho Jolene had licked his ass while stroking his dick. That had been hot, yet nothing had compared to this, to fucking a woman for the first time, to shooting his cum into this tight older woman’s pussy.

  Emily was so unlike any of those others, getting Jackson to a level he’d never imagined. He thought about sex all the time, whether he was getting some or not. He thought that’s why he had such huge orgasms, his cum rocketing out so hard it had gagged some chicks. He’d tried to give one chick a facial and he’d erupted so far his first three shots had flown right over her head.

  That’s was why he thought it always took him an hour or more to recover. It must have been because he used up so much energy, and his body needed time to make more cum.

  He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his body touching hers, close enough to hear that she was still breathing hard. He’d broken his cherry, shooting into this little white woman. And not only that, he’d got her off. Emily had wanted him so bad she had come as he had fucked her. Made him feel like a real man, he didn’t even have to touch her clit, he just fucked her into an orgasm. He hadn’t been lying to her, he’d remember this forever.

  She’d been so tight, tighter than any mouth, her pussy wrapped around his dick. Just thinking of it made his dick jump, even though he’d just gotten off. No wonder his uncle had wanted her. Jackson had barely looked at older women, except the ones in the movies, all made up, big boobs, strutting their stuff. Now he had a whole new universe to explore.

  Or maybe he’d just do this Emily again.

  Emily’s heart was still pounding, it was hard to catch her breath. She lay staring at the ceiling, her legs still spread wantonly, but she didn’t have the strength to move, her orgasm had been that draining. Jackson’s skin was hot against her arm, so black against her whiteness. His breathing was ragged.

  She hadn’t been lying to him: she’d never forget this. First, because he was only the fourth man she’d ever been with. Second, because he was the youngest. And third, because in a way she was his first woman.

  And most of all, because he was the first man other than her husband who had finished inside her.

  Her fingers gripped on Jackson’s arm. She had fantasized about this, about other men being inside her, unprotected. Justin had fantasized about it as well. They’d watched it on videos, they’d masturbated together dreaming of it. Never did she really think it would become a reality.r />
  Yet today the stars had aligned. And it had been perfect, better than she could have imagined.

  She couldn’t wait to tell Justin.

  Jackson was wondering how long it would take him to get hard again. He felt for his dick, pleased to see that it was half erect. Even with his massive release, just thinking about this woman Emily was speeding up his recovery.

  He glanced down at his dick and noticed that his uncle Dwayne was standing in the doorway. Jackson was too happy with himself to care how long he’d been watching. His uncle gave him a hearty thumbs up and then put his finger to his lips for silence. Jackson glanced over at Emily; she hadn’t noticed Dwayne.

  Dwayne held up a phone and took a photo of the two of them on the bed. Jackson grinned as Dwayne crept into the room, focusing on Emily’s spread pussy.

  Some movement must have alerted her, because she jerked her head up, her eyes wide in shock.

  “Just a little souvenir for the boy,” said Dwayne.

  Emily pulled her legs together and sat up fast. After a few seconds she said, “Give me that.”

  Dwayne held the camera away from her. “Come get it.”

  “I just want to see,” said Emily. She held out her hand.

  “And I thought you were fun,” said Dwayne, but after a few seconds he handed her the camera.

  Jackson looked over her shoulder as Emily flicked through the photos. “I’m deleting this one where you can see my face,” she said. “The others you can keep.” She looked up at Dwayne. “My phone is in my bag. Can you take a few more?”

  When Emily had taken the camera from Dwayne to look at the photos, she expected to be appalled. She fully planned on deleting them all. But the photo of her wide open legs on the bed, and the sexy body of the black man next to her, had made her not only pause, but shudder in recognition. It was exactly the kind of image she’d seen in the videos which had aroused her so greatly. It could have been another woman lying there, just after having sex with a studly black man. That by itself would have turned her on. But knowing it was herself in the image made it all the more arousing. Not that she got turned on looking at her body; what was exciting was the idea of another man looking at her body. The fact that her pussy was so wet and red was proof that she’d just had sex.

  She wanted a photo on her own phone to show to Justin.

  As she had when she and Justin had posted the video of themselves, she’d made sure there was nothing to identify her.

  But Emily knew who was in the photo, and so would Justin.

  Dwayne returned with her purse. Emily took out her phone and handed it to him. “Not my face,” she cautioned. She lay back on the bed, letting her legs open as Dwayne snapped away. Again she should have been revolted, yet all she could think about was what Justin’s reaction would be. Unfortunately she’d have to wait months to show him. Did she dare email the photos? Just the thought sent a hot rush through her.

  “Spread her open,” ordered Dwayne, and Emily didn’t resist as Jackson grabbed her leg and opened her up for the camera. Emily pictured how the photo would look, Jackson’s black hand on her thigh, showing the world the proof of how he had taken her. She hadn’t wanted her face in the photos on Jackson’s phone, but she hoped Jackson’s face was in the pictures Dwayne was taking. She moaned, the idea so sinfully erotic. She reached out for Jackson, grabbing his shaft, delighted to find him already recovered. She stroked the growing hardness, hoping Dwayne got a photo of her hand on his large member.

  “Move over Jackson, it’s my turn,” said Dwayne.

  Emily looked up at Dwayne. He was removing his clothes, freeing his already hard shaft. Though Emily had already had sex with him twice, she still shrunk back in the bed at the sight.

  Jackson got off the bed. Emily’s eyes were glued to Dwayne, but she knew that Jackson hadn’t left the room. Dwayne grasped Emily’s ankles spun her on the bed lengthwise, and knelt in front of her.

  Dwayne’s body was different from Jackson’s, thicker, his fuller muscles giving him a sense of powerful bulk. Emily had just managed to catch her breath but now she was panting again, Dwayne’s rock hard erection pointing at her, his huge hands wrapped around her ankles, spreading her like a tiny chicken wing.

  “I like to taste that pussy,” said Dwayne, “but Jackson’s done his thing, so I guess I’ll just have to fuck you.” He slung Emily’s legs over his shoulders, holding her under the knees, pulling Emily’s crotch up off the bed.

  Emily’s back arched painfully, her neck jammed against the bed. She’d never been taken so forcefully; not even Jackson’s impatient exuberance matched the way Dwayne jerked her body into the position he wanted.

  With her legs in the air, held spread by this powerful man, she so very tiny, so very vulnerable. She pressed her lips together, moving her head to the side, looking away, squeezing her eyes shut, knowing she should be fighting this, being taken. This wasn’t for her husband, this wasn’t a gift for Jackson, this wasn’t even for her, it was for Dwayne.

  He wanted her.

  Not just because she was naked in the bed, not just because she was available. Dwayne could probably have any woman he wanted. No, his desire was for her alone, because she had pleased him before.

  That thought made Emily open her eyes and look at him. Yes, he was being dominant, crude. Yes, he was cocky. Yes, she was a married woman who had been pushed on her knees to suck him.

  Yet in a flash she realized this forcefulness was what excited Dwayne, just like she and Justin got excited about her being with another man. Dwayne had his own kink. He loved being the bull, especially the dominant bull.

  In these months of exploration, Emily hadn’t only learned about sex, she’d learned a lot about men, and the power of words.

  “No, don’t,” she whispered, trying to sound desperate.

  Dwayne hesitated, his eyes narrowing. “Are you going to stop me?”

  Emily struggled to free herself from his powerful grasp, even reaching up to push against his rock hard chest. She really did try to escape, her violent thrashing only serving to prove to both of them she didn’t have a chance. She collapsed back, and her next words were not an act. “I can’t!”

  Dwayne laughed and slowly lowered himself, sliding his hands down her legs, pulling her toward him. A tractor trailer about to slam into a tiny mound. Emily thrashed her hips, as she felt she should, and as she now knew would only serve to turn Dwayne on even more.

  “No, no,” she breathed. “You can’t. . .”

  “Of course I can,” grunted Dwayne, poised at her entrance.

  Emily couldn’t help but look, bending her neck painfully to see. Dwayne’s thick shaft lay atop her spread lips, still slick with her juices, his head pointing angrily at her wide opening.

  “Please,” she gasped, not sure if she was asking for him to stop or go, not sure whether this was more pretend denial or rather begging to be fucked.

  “I don’t want to hear any whining about condoms now,” said Dwayne, and he pushed into her.

  Emily squeezed her legs together, but it was futile, they were held invitingly open around Dwayne’s wide torso. Her eyes widened as she watched his huge member slowly slide into her, inch by inch, stretching her open, his rough skin rubbing her inner walls, overcoming her wetness with his friction.

  Her head was still shaking no, because that’s what he wanted her to do. When he was halfway in Emily bit her lip, when he was three quarters of the way in she drew blood, and when he was almost all the way in, his stomach now touching her belly, just above her womb, she succumbed.

  She moaned so loudly it drowned out Dwayne’s grunts. Her moan turned to a scream as he pushed all the way in, pressuring her cervix. It should have been impossible, she was so wet, so aroused, her body should have adjusted, should have moved the entrance to her womb well out of the way. But Dwayne was so big, he was so deep, that she felt a sharp pain, and then the excitement of how deep he was, how he was taking her, released a flood of arousal in he
r, her body accepting him totally, fully, unconstrained.

  And now it wasn’t Dwayne pulling her toward him, she was lifting herself off the bed to meet his hard thrusts. He no longer had to grasp her thighs, she was squeezing her legs around him. As good as if felt she wanted to touch every part of him, so she threw her arms around his broad back, pulling him on top of her.

  And there it was again, the absolute fullness, the complete filling of her insides. Emily reveled in it, and this time it lasted much longer, perhaps it was her muscles grabbing at him, perhaps it was his excitement, perhaps it was her own arousal. Delirious, she moaned into his ear, her fingers digging into his back.

  Oddly, she thought of Justin at that moment, because it was Justin who had introduced her to this pleasure, to this gift she hadn’t even known could exist. Never could she have imagined that sex could be this arousing, this amazing. This perfect.

  She’d find a way to thank Justin again for loving her so much that he was willing to let her do this with another man, a man who could bring her to these heights.

  But right now, all Emily wanted was to find a way to thank Dwayne for all he had introduced to her. Justin had given her the ticket, but Dwayne had given her the ride. She was getting her fantasy fulfilled, and though he didn’t know it yet, Justin was as well. Now it was Dwayne’s turn.