From Church Wife to Black Cock Slut Book Two
Copyright© 2026 by Peyton Allen
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Jill Maxwell always envied her friend Jasmine’s constant, private smile. But sitting in their usual diner booth, the shocking truth spills out: Jasmine has quietly surrendered her life and body to their heavy-built neighbor, Jerry. Confessions of uninhibited morning encounters and absolute submission unlock a forbidden curiosity in Jill. Shaken by desire, the striking redhead agrees to cross the line under Jerry’s strict rules. How far will she go?
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Jerry told Derrick on Wednesday night.
They were on Jerry’s porch after dark, voices low. “Tomorrow morning,” Jerry said. “Her place. John’s gone by eight. She’ll text you the truck. If it’s still in the driveway, you leave. If it’s not, you knock. She’s mine now. Same rules as Jasmine. You fuck her however you want. Fill her. Then you leave. She’ll text me after.”
Derrick nodded. He already knew the address.
Thursday morning Jill stood at the kitchen window in a T-shirt and panties, hair loose, green eyes on the driveway. John’s truck pulled out at 7:52. She watched it turn the corner, then picked up her phone and sent Derrick the message Jerry had told her to send: Gone. Blue F-150. Driveway’s empty.
She didn’t put on more clothes. She waited by the door, heart beating hard, thighs already pressed together. The knock came at 8:09. She opened it and Derrick stepped inside without a word—6’2”, solid, the same man who had stretched her at Jasmine’s house. He closed the door behind him, looked her over once, and nodded toward the hallway.
“Bedroom.”
Jill led him there. The bed was still unmade from the night before, John’s side of the sheets rumpled. Derrick told her to take the shirt off. She did. Her 38DD breasts were bare, nipples already hard. He pushed her panties down, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the mattress. He didn’t go slow. He freed his cock—thick, dark, the heavy 11 inches she remembered—and pushed into her pussy in one long stroke. The stretch made her cry out. She was wet enough that he sank deep, but the girth still burned in the best way. He fucked her hard and deep right away, one hand on her hip, the other between her shoulder blades, driving into her until the headboard knocked the wall. She came within the first minute, body shaking, face pressed into the sheets that still smelled like John. Derrick didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, then through a second orgasm, heavy thrusts that made her 38DD breasts sway. He pulled out, spit on her ass, and pushed into her there. The stretch was sharper. She moaned into the pillow and pushed back anyway. He took her ass hard, alternating back to her pussy every few minutes, filling both holes while she shook and begged. He came inside her pussy the first time—cum spewing deep—then flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and fucked her again until he filled her a second time. He had her ride him, her red hair falling forward, tits bouncing, until she came shaking on his cock and he came inside her a third time.