My Life with Tyrone Ch 1 SeXStoRY

My husband, Rodney, left me over thirteen years ago now. I could never seem to please him sexually. He always wanted sex several times daily and in bizarre situations and places. I simply could not do enough to please him sexually. His idea of sex was two or three times a day with me acting parts, participating in bondage, or going to semi-public places for sex with him with an increasingly dangerous exposure to the public. My fear became overwhelming that we would be discovered by someone else in the act of our having sex. He became so daring that I could sometimes see people taking pictures of us naked and having sex like out in the park and on beaches. After we were arrested the second time for public nudity, I refused to let him do that anymore. Both times we were arrested, the officer literally pulled him off of me in the middle of intercourse. Rodney and I first lived together for two years and I had Jennie outside of marriage. Then we had Amy the next year during the five years that we were married. Amy was 5 years old when he left me for another woman. Actually, Rodney had affairs with many different women during our marriage, which he finally admitted just before he left so that I would be hurt enough to let go of him and not try to keep our marriage together. Anyway, it is now three years after our separation and divorce. I am 34 years old, a blue-eyed blonde, Caucasian, with an attractive face and body. My body dimensions are 38-24-38DD and at 108# and 5’ 2” tall, I have no reason to think that it was my appearance that had anything to do with my divorce. I keep in shape with exercise. My breasts are a nice, large “D” cup, still firm and impressive for breasts, large enough to please any man sexually. I still wear petite-sized dresses and guys still notice me in public by the way I dress. I’m no sleaze in bed either. I dated lots of guys in high school and college, and had lots of wonderful sex with many different guys, white and black. I always looked at their personality as the primary reason for a relationship, not the color of their skin. If someone was counting, I probably had sex with twenty guys before I met Rodney and we became involved, so I knew what I was doing, sexually, when I met Rodney. I gave Rodney the best that I had to offer in sex, but he was a sexual maniac who simply could not get enough sex no matter what I did. After we were arrested the second time for public nudity and I started to refuse him, our marriage slowly started to break up. As I said, it has been thirteen years since Rodney left. My two girls are Jennie, now 19, and Amy, 18. Both girls are now beauties, each with well-developed bodies and large, firm breasts making them look older than their actual ages. Both girls are quite attractive, physically, staying trim with physical activities and just naturally prone to keep their bodies in good condition and pleasing appearance. Guess they got that from me as their mother. Without Rodney’s income, life was a living hell up until two years ago when I entered into another relationship. Rodney refused to pay c***d support and made himself scarce, so only my income was our sole means of support. The girls and I struggled to make ends meet, often having to choose between buying food and paying the rent, with buying clothes a last resort at the local second hand thrift store. I had a little savings, but that was steadily eaten up with necessary expenses and we were destitute, to the point of continually being in jeopardy of losing our rental housing and living in my car or on the street. Our finances were really bad up until two years ago, as I said, and we were desperate to do something, anything, to just pay ordinary bills and expenses. My job just was not cutting it, but I could not find a better job, any other income or a second job. Two years ago when I was hesitating with vegetable choices in the local grocery store, I met Tyrone. He was an older, black guy, 6’ 6” tall and 280#, a full face beard, well-built for his age of 60. Tyrone was really a big bear of a guy. Anyway, he was reasonably handsome yet rugged-looking for a black guy, with a pleasing personality and mild mannerism when we met in the grocery produce department. I couldn’t help but notice that his shoes were a size 16, so I wondered about that old joke that a guy’s shoe size and penis size are related. I chuckled to myself that if that old rule was true, then his penis might be 60% of his shoe size, or about 9 ½” to 10”. He was really dark black and had an interesting Jamaican accent, so after we talked a while, I invited him over to my apartment for dinner more out of curiosity and friendship rather than anything romantic. Right away, Tyrone seemed like a fatherly figure to me and my two girls. He was very polite and well-mannered, and easy in conversation as he joined us for dinner. The three of us liked him a lot and reached a comfort level with him during the meal. He seemed to be stable financially, even though he did not make a lot of money, so I started seeing him for a few dates. That went well, so we soon moved in with him after he suggested it and my next rent payment was due and looming over our heads. He was a perfect gentleman on our several dates, not trying to do anything out of line for our early relationship with each other. He treated me with total respect. We were not intimate on dates. He didn’t even try to kiss me or caress my breasts. The moment the girls and I moved in with him, I of course soon realized that he and I would be sl**ping in the same bed in his two bedroom house and that we would soon probably become sexually involved with each other, but that idea seemed the least of my concerns because my two girls and I were destitute at that point and only a paycheck away from being on the street or sl**ping in my car. So about two years ago, Jennie, Amy, and I moved into Tyrone’s small, two-bedroom house with a single bathroom, situated in an older part of town, yet better than what I had been able to do for myself. It was a big relief for me, mentally, not to have to worry about keeping a roof over our heads and now having enough money to buy basic food and necessities. So my girls and I were very appreciative to Tyrone for his providing us a place to live so that the money from my meager job could go towards our other basic needs and paying rent was no longer a concern. But I knew that Tyrone’s generosity would of course have a price. I was, however, at the point of being willing to pay with my body if necessary, and be agreeable to almost anything for the sake of my girls. Of course, Tyrone knew that too, and he was ready to take advantage of my situation. From the very start, it became obvious that Tyrone was going to be in charge and tell us everything to do since we were living in his house. He wasn’t mean about it, just adamant that things were going to be done HIS way, exactly as HE wanted with no comment from us. Jamaicans dominate their women in their culture. He demanded that we submit to his normal household routine instead of his being agreeable to change anything now with our being there. I told my girls to just do what he wanted and not argue with Tyrone. Trying to understand his thinking, it did seem like a reasonable request since it was his house. I realized that he was older and set in his ways. He explained about Jamaican culture, which meant that sexuality was not a perverted emphasis as it sometimes is in the United States. That seemed okay until I realized that he meant that we would NOT close or lock the bathroom door when one of us was in the bathroom for any reason, and that he or any of us could enter the bathroom at any time when one of us was using the bathroom, even on the toilet or in the tub or shower. Actually, there was not even a lock on the bathroom door anyway, just a hole where the previous lock had been before it was removed for some reason. Perhaps he wanted to make sure we could not lock the door. Having only one bathroom in the house, there was a practical reason for more than one of us to need to utilize the bathroom at the same time. Not being able to lock the bathroom door was quite awkward at first, as Tyrone entered the bathroom frequently and totally naked to shave with my girls in the bathtub. But soon we became okay with this new open sexuality idea of “nudity among f****y members is okay.” I told my girls to look away from his penis and try to ignore him. Tyrone considered us part of his f****y even though we were NOT married. He did not make a big deal about his nudity or ours, and he did NOT try to touch my girls inappropriately. So I reluctantly f***ed myself and my girls to mentally adjust to this. We learned (f***ed ourselves) to not make a big deal about seeing him naked either or being exposed to him ourselves. I told my girls NOT to look in his direction when he was naked nearby. My first night in Tyrone’s bed was also an experience to remember for the sake of detached, Jamaican sexuality. He insisted that I sl**p naked as did he. It was so hot in the house that your only chance to sl**p was to be naked anyway. Even though we had not had sexual contact prior to that night, it seemed to be quickly understood by him and expected of me now without any romance leading up to it or willingness on my part. He made it clear that I was expected to serve him. Within minutes of my getting into bed with him, his large, black hands were groping my breasts and moving all over my body. He groped my body NOT in a loving way, but rather in a probing, rough manner to check me out and excite himself. He slid his big, black body up next to me under the sheets, and I felt his penis becoming rigid against the side of my leg as his hands squeezed my breasts tightly. That was when I realized how huge his penis was, discovering that it was indeed 9” to 10” in length as I had wondered earlier because of his shoe size. I reached down and handled it briefly with my hand, checking it out as he rubbed himself hard against my naked body. Dutifully as I knew he wanted and expected, I gripped his enlarging penis in my hand. I gasp as I discovered the full thickness and length of it. His penis was not just long, it was also very wide to proportionally match that incredible length, probably about 3” wide. I began to worry about what pain it might cause me since no man with a penis that large had ever entered me for sex. Soon Tyrone pulled the covers all the way open. He moved down between my legs and started mouthing my vulva, poking his fingers and tongue hungrily and eagerly inside me as he probed my vagina like an a****l. There had been no kissing or loving caresses, so I quickly felt like I was being violated. I mentally f***ed myself to just lay still and submit for the sake of my girls. It was obvious that he was really horny and anxious to have me as he meanly probed my vagina with his tongue and sucked my vulva with his large lips. There was no tenderness or affection at all, just heated sexual passion and aggression like a jungle savage intent on getting what he wanted. Tyrone was on me like a starving dog eating my pussy, fast and furious with his big tongue probing and licking wildly. He stuck his long tongue up inside me along with a finger or two as he rough handled my pussy to get my juices flowing for intercourse. I soon realized that his mouthing my vagina was just to make me wet and NOT to give me an orgasm as I at first hoped and expected. He was NOT loving me; he was just ravaging my body. My vaginal juices were then flowing involuntarily because of Tyrone’s actions, and I was now very wet. After a few minutes of Tyrone doing that in the darkness of his bedroom but with the bedroom door fully open, he moved over on top of me and quickly moved into position to insert his penis. I gasped with my eyes wide open as he shoved his humongous penis partially inside me as far as it would go on his first thrust. With his second push, he thrust himself fully deep the rest of the way inside me. “Oh….. my…… goddddd,” I groaned as quietly as I could as his huge penis plowed deeply inside my body to the back of my uterus, totally filling me up beyond anything I had ever experienced. I knew any sounds I made would be heard by my girls. They were so close in the next room, so I did my best to be as quiet as possible. But that did not seem to hinder Tyrone from doing what he wanted to satisfy himself. Since Tyrone’s penis was so huge, it was of course painful as he entered me with only his saliva and my body fluids for lubrication, causing me to blurt out involuntary feelings of pain as he pumped his humongous 10” x 3” penis repeatedly deep inside me, stretching and tearing my vagina as he anxiously rammed rapidly into my body without any concern for proper wetness or letting me adjust to the size of it. For the first time since meeting him, he acted like a savage b**st on top of me, raping me hard and fast. In spite of my best efforts to be quiet, I reflexively blurted out my agony with several loud groans of pain, then quickly caught myself fearing my girls would surely hear. I was unable to stifle myself completely or deny my pain as he continued to ram fuck me and thrust himself as deeply as possible inside my body with quick forward plunges of his huge black penis. I could feel his manhood all the way to my cervix where no man had ever had a penis long enough to touch. I have never felt my body so filled up with a penis, with Tyrone’s penis being the largest to ever enter me. OMG his penis was huge. Tyrone kept pumping rapidly with his full, f***eful rhythm like a sexually-starved b**st, groaning and grunting savagely and raping my body as he pleased. He pumped my body rough and fast without affection, like sex with me was just routine. I continued to just feel violated as he humped me viciously under his large, black frame. He acted like this was nothing out of the ordinary and totally expected of me as a member of his household, like we had done this many times before. There seemed to be no question in his mind that I would allow him to have savage sex with me and that this was expected if my girls and I intended to live here. Amazing to me, nothing about any of that was ever discussed, being simply understood without discussing it. But the idea at least in his mind seemed to be expected. I was financially desperate and in no position to deny him, and he knew it! And he was taking advantage of my situation. I felt like I was paying rent with my body. It was clear that Tyrone wanted pay-back for helping us and letting us move in with him, and that payback seemed to be his using my body sexually any way that pleased him. So I continued to submit to his sexual desires and let him satisfy himself with my body for the sake of me and my girls having a place to live. I was sure he would throw us out of his house if I refused him sexually. Tyrone viciously humped me that first night for nearly an hour, meanly jerking my body all over the bed in various positions before exploding inside me and pumping seven or eight heavy bursts of semen deeply inside my body as he moaned and groaned in obvious sexual relief and delight. He pinned my petite body under his large torso down into the mattress as he released rapid jets of hot semen inside me and thrust his ejaculations to the back of my cervix with each repetitive, savage thrust deeply inside my body. This seemed to please him as he finished up with slower, hard jabbing thrusts with moments of pause in between each additional, deep-plunging thrust. This continued during the next five minutes or so as he took his time and allowed his erection to slowly soften inside my vagina before removing it. In spite of his viciously savage thrusting, I had cum hard at the same time he ejaculated inside me, and that continued as he kept pumping me savagely deep on the bed, pounding his hard penis into his semen pool inside me. I was still fertile, but I knew that there was nothing I could have done to have made him use a condom. I knew better than to even ask. Condoms cost money, which we did not have to spare. Finally he pulled slowly out of me and lay back on his side exhausted, intending to sl**p. He went to sl**p as I lay beside him with my eyes open, feeling ****d and sexually abused as I felt the volume of his semen oozing out of my vagina and down between my legs and buttocks. With him asl**p, I masturbated myself vigorously until I came to relieve my own sexual frustrations and feel like I had some control in this. The next morning he fucked me again before he got out of bed. Fucked is the right word, because again he just grabbed me and put me into position for intercourse. He simply regained his erection and then crawled on top of me, expecting me to be ready and willing. He thrust his huge penis inside me again, jabbing and ramming me as deeply as my body would allow for almost an hour. Again, sex with him was fast and furious as he rapidly thrust himself inside my body to satisfy himself with no concern for me having an orgasm. I learned to rub myself as he fucked my body and sometimes came several times during his humping me in various positions. But I came because of my efforts, not his. The next night in bed was quite different, as Tyrone then wanted me to suck his penis until he came inside my mouth. But he kept banging the back of my mouth until he plunged his 10” penis into my throat, and then started to deep-throat me savagely and continuously until he came. I did my best to go down as much as possible on all of his huge penis thrusting inside my throat and then swallow his semen, but he ejaculated so much that it flowed out of my mouth as I bounced my small, white lips up and down on the shaft of his huge, black penis and testicles. He seemed to really enjoy my efforts to give him a blow job, grabbing my hair and f***efully holding my head down on his rigid penis as he came deeply inside my throat sending semen bursts directly down my throat. Then a few minutes later he fucked me in many different positions. I say “fucked me” because it was again a one-sided sexual use of my body and that is what I felt like was happening. Again, there was no romance and it just happened without much loving or consideration for my feelings or concern for me also having an orgasm. So I just began to feel like I was servicing Tyrone to pay him for our living there. His penis was huge, and he hurt me like hell with it thrusting so deeply inside me in EVERY position he fucked me. But that seemed to be no concern of his. I could endure the pain of his gigantic penis fucking me better than the alternative of moving out and living on the street with my two girls. This continued for the next two years as we lived with Tyrone fucking me in bed every night, and any other time he chose. For a man of his age, he was quite sexually active and needed a lot of sex to please him. Every time he fucked me, and I say that kindly, I felt like he was sexually abusing my body with his huge, black penis….taking advantage of my situation of having to live in his house with my two girls. About once a week Tyrone would feel the urge for sex during the day somewhere else in the house and strip off my clothes at whatever location I happened to be at that moment. He totally ignored my girls being anywhere around as they often were, shocked as they watched Tyrone fuck me in the kitchen, den, bathroom or anywhere else he chose to have sex, not bothering to go into the bedroom or close the door. He just pulled off my clothes and fucked me in front of the girls, ignoring the fact that they were often in the room watching us. My girls often looked away from us or left the room when they realized he was going to fuck me right then and there. I just assumed that this was more of his Jamaican culture of open sexuality. He said that in Jamaica, people walk nude outside when they choose, even on the beach among tourists. Obviously having sex in front of other f****y members was okay too. I was not in a position of being able to deny him.