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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy #6 (The Problem with Virgins) by Kylie X (M/F, First, Interracial)
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Fantasy #6
by Kylie X

Copyright 2007 Kylie X all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, Interracial, First
Synopsis: Nineteen year old Kylie is looking for some quick fun and
for a black slut like her, that means something long, hard, and white.
When she hooks up with Carl, it should be perfect...But virgin white
boys are always a little more complicated than they should be.


Fantasy #6
by Kylie X


"Sup, baby?" He was black and smiling and definitely not my type, but
his friend looked nice.

"Hi." I smiled. "I'm Kylie."

"You're fine too." Black guy nodded, looking me up and down and making
big fat duck lips.

"Yeah, whatever." I wasn't even looking at him. "Hey. Do you want to
dance with me?"

"Hi." The white guy finally realized I was talking to him. So maybe he
wasn't too bright, but with a body like that he didn't have to be a
rocket scientist to put me in orbit. He was tall and broad shouldered
and tight all over, the kind of guy that made my mouth water.

"You wanna dance with me?" I asked him again, smiling and posing just
for him, and black guy was all confused. He wasn't too bright either.

"I'll dance with you, little sistah, show you some moves." Blackie was
actually reaching for my hand.

"Sorry, big bro." I gave him a little shrug. "White cock only."

"Say what?" Black guy stopped reaching, making a face like I had to be
kidding.

"Come on..." I grabbed white boy by one big bicep, pulling myself close
to him. "...You have a name?"

"Yeah, uh...Carl." He was looking down at me, smiling now. "I'm not much
of a dancer though."

"Let's go fuck then." I shrugged. "You know how to do that, right?"

"Well..." He opened his mouth.

"Yeah, you do." I laughed, holding his arm tight and moving through
the club, weaving between half-drunk college kids towards the doors.

"You're fuckin' with me, right?" He asked loudly as the music picked
up again, the deep bass rumbling through my tummy.

"Pretty soon." I promised. "You ever had a black girl?"

"No." He shook his handsome blond head and his bright blue eyes were
gorgeous. "I never..."

"You know what they say, once you go black, you'll never go back." I
grinned up at him and we pushed our way outside into the chill autumn
night, but I wasn't feeling it.

"I've got a girlfriend." Carl cleared his throat and maybe the fresh
air was clearing his head a little too much.

"Do you have a car too?" I asked, arching my brows playfully.

"Uh, no...I rode with some friends." He gave me an apologetic look and I
shook my head.

"Then we'll use mine." I giggled, "Come on."

"I should, um...My girlfriend is meeting me here and..." He wanted to be
the good boyfriend, but being a young college guy like he was, that
was asking for a miracle.

"Enough with the girlfriend." I laughed. "She'll never know."

"Yeah, but..." He was so sweet. I bet his girlfriend was sweet too,
probably high school sweethearts graduated to college together. She
should have known better than to let a boy this cute walk around by
himself, that was just asking for trouble.

"Here we go..." I reached into my purse, pulling out my lucky rabbit's
foot and thumbing the buttons so the alarm beeped softly.

"This is your car?" Carl smiled. "Nice."

"And this is your seat." I grinned, opening the passenger door of my
Jag, an old XKE that my daddy had bought me for graduating high
school. It was a coupe, not a convertible, which had disappointed me
more than it should have, but I was seriously spoiled anyway.

"Where are we going?" Carl asked and I giggled.

"Right here..." I pushed him into the seat, reaching for the lever. "...
Please keep your legs and arms inside the vehicle at all times."

The seat back dropped away quick, falling to a nearly horizontal
position and taking Carl down along with it. He looked so good laying
down like that, six foot plus and solid, all white muscle underneath
his t-shirt and jeans, with his Twins starter jacket unzipped and open
now. He was making my nipples pop and I reached for the bulge in his
pants, pressing my hands to the cool denim and feeling around, looking
for that white cock I love so much.

"Kylie...Right?" He looked up at me and I nodded, unbuttoning his Levi's
and pulling that zipper down slow. "I've never...Done this."

He swallowed hard, staring at my long brown fingers in the weird
yellow glow of the streetlights around us. I was standing with my legs
straight and slightly spread in the open door, bending over at the
waist, with my long black hair falling around my face. Some people
walked by and a car was pulling into the parking lot, but they didn't
matter. I was reaching into Carl's boxers, finding his flaccid cock,
warm and soft like pale putty in my hands.

"Had sex in a car?" I laughed lightly.

"Uh, had sex." He admitted and I held his cock gently, squeezing those
soft four inches, coaxing him to life.

"You're a virgin?" I looked into his handsome face, strong and smooth
with a square jaw and thin, sensual lips.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Ever had a blowjob?" I asked, lowering my mouth to his hardening
cock.

"N-No ohhhh shit..." He breathed, feeling my warm wet mouth surrounding
his cockhead.

Carl was getting hard fast now, that beautiful white cock getting long
and thick just for me. He wasn't going to be real big, just average,
like most men were, but I wasn't hooked on huge anyway. I was addicted
to white, that's all, and ever since getting to college I'd made it my
mission to fuck as many white cocks as I could. I didn't keep track of
the numbers, all I knew was I'd gone from one, to a couple, to a few,
to a lot, and now I was working on a whole fucking bunch.

I reached for my hair, pulling it over my shoulder into a loose
ponytail with my right hand, keeping my left on Carl's strong chest,
and just bobbing my mouth up and down on the man's penis. I gave him a
look and finally pulled my mouth off his cock with a wet plopping
sound so that it slapped his stomach as I let it go.

"Hold my hair out of the way, its okay; I want you to see me." I told
him and that was the problem with virgins, you had to teach them every
little thing.

"Okay, yeah..." Carl reached for my head, a little tentatively and I
seriously doubted he'd ever touched a black girl in his life.

"And talk to dirty to me, alright?" I smiled at him, bringing my free
right hand down to grab his cock. "I really like that."

"What, um, what should I say?" He wondered and I could feel his cock
pulsing with every beat of his heart.

"Be creative." I giggled and then wrinkled my nose at him. "Be nasty."

"Nasty, uh-huh..." He nodded and I just rolled my eyes, dropping my face
back down to his lap and taking all six inches of his hot prick into
my mouth.

I have a deep mouth and a guy like Carl, who was probably six inches
exactly, since I'd seen enough cocks to be something of an expert, was
a perfect fit. I could take all of him and the last little bit was
just enough to tickle the back of my mouth, giving me that pleasant
sensation of something thick and smooth and blunt almost, but not
quite making me gag. Unless you've sucked a lot of cock you probably
don't know what I mean, but trust me, it's a wonderfully strange and
welcome feeling.

Size matters, but not like most people think.

"Suck my cock...Lick my dick...That feels good..." Carl was saying in
between little gasps and soft moans. He probably didn't even know a
dirty joke and asking him to call me his cocksucking nigger whore was
probably asking too much of the boy. He wasn't going to last long
anyway and while I liked his face and loved his body; I really needed
someone with a little more experience to make it special.

"Okay, don't cum yet..." I warned him, smiling and licking my lips,
swallowing spit and precum.

I'd only sucked him for a couple minutes, because he was gonna unload
quick and I wouldn't have minded letting him finish in my mouth, that
would have been pretty yummy, but he was a virgin. It's not every
night a girl meets one of those, at least not in the places where I
liked to hang out. I had to be his first, that was just too much of a
turn on, and I wanted to send him back to his girlfriend so she could
smell my little black pussy on his cock. I just knew I was going to
cum when I fucked this guy. Sometimes I don't, I mean it's a mood
thing more than physical for me, but having a virgin white boy under
my thighs, that was going to put me in a serious mood.

I only hoped he could last long enough to bring me off.

"What's your major?" I asked him, standing up straight and stretching
a little because I have some long legs and that Jaguar rides low.

"Uh...I play lacrosse." He answered, staring at me as I reached under my
short red skirt and pulled my white panties down quickly.

"That's your major?" I giggled, stepping out of my underwear.

They were just bikini panties, plain and simple nylon with a thin
cotton panel. I didn't need anything fancy and a lot of guys like that
look. I'm an attractive girl anyway, nineteen years old and beautiful
according to most people. My body is beautiful anyway, I know that,
but my face is just pretty, I think.

"Physical education." Carl said. "That's gonna be my major."

Carl could appreciate me just fine, his eyes were all over my body
now, looking up my long brown legs, smooth and toned until they found
my narrow, round hips. My waist is small, my tummy flat and tight and
even a little hard because I do like to work that body. I'm lean and
vaguely athletic, with a tight round ass that makes up in shape for
what it lacks in size. I don't want a bubble butt anyway.

"Mmmm...Going to be a gym teacher?" I giggled. "Coach girl's
volleyball?"

All that combined with my narrow shoulders and delicate neck makes my
breasts seem large by comparison, 34C tits that look bigger than that
on my five foot eight body. They're my pride and joy and I don't wear
a bra unless I'm going home. I don't need one, they're round and firm
and my big black nipples point up and out, and right then they were
hot and hard and begging for a kiss.

"Maybe." Carl swallowed hard. "I like all kinds of sports."

"Do you like this?" I asked, lifting my skirt in the front so he could
see my little black pussy, my thick dark lips prominent as they fell
from my slit. I have long pussy lips and a hard little clit,
surrounded by a thin veil of curling black pubic hair. It's a pretty
pussy, dark outside and hot pink inside. When I spread my lips for
Carl I knew he was seeing heaven, all those soft layers wrapped around
my sexy hole like the petals of a rose, bright and shiny with the dew
of my arousal. It was a passion flower ready to be picked and I was
offering it to him.

"Oh...yeah..." He nodded and I thrust my pelvis forward a little so he
could see the tattoo just above my slit.

"What's this say?" I asked and he blinked, tilting his head slightly
and narrowing his eyes.

"White cock only?" He asked.

"You just passed the test." I laughed at the confused look on his
face.

"I did?" He wondered innocently and that was almost too much.

I tossed my panties on the driver's seat, where my purse already lay,
and I climbed over Carl slowly, carefully. I had to lean way over him,
cause there wasn't a lot of head room in that car, but that suited me
just fine. I'd done this a lot and it was my favorite game. My hair
fell over us, into Carl's face, all coarse and wavy and thick. I had
it straightened nearly every week, but those kinks are stubborn. I
liked that look a lot though and nobody ever complained. My hair went
well with my heart shaped face and high cheeks.

"Now..." I said softly, getting comfortable. "You just think about
baseball for awhile, okay?"

"B-Baseball?" He stiffened as I reached between us, feeling his cock
throbbing as I shifted my hips, rubbing his wet cockhead across my
humid sex.

"I want you to fuck me a long time." I nodded. "As long as you can."

"Ohhh...yeah...Okay..." He was putting his hands on my back, moving slowly
as if I'd tell him not to or something.

"That feels nice..." I breathed. "Can you feel that, Carl? That's your
white cock kissing my black pussy."

I was teasing him, not putting him inside me, not yet. I was splitting
my greasy labia with his cockhead, digging a wet furrow in my slit as
those puffy lips parted around him. I loved this part the best, the
anticipation, and I always played with myself like that when I could.
I loved feeling his cock so close, almost inside me but not quite,
rubbing his precum over my clit and lips. I could feel my pussy
quivering with desire, begging to be filled. She was always such a
horny hole.

It's a primal need, instinctual. The need to mate and be impregnated
by a man, by the best man I could find, the strongest, the smartest,
the one who would give me a the healthiest child and provide the most
food, the best shelter. It's an animal thing that we've tried to lose
over our long evolution, but when it comes right down to it, the
imperative to reproduce is undeniable. I'm a sociology major, can you
tell? Unfortunately, I'm also on the pill, but that wasn't going to
keep me from feeling good and Carl didn't have to know that little
detail. I liked it better when they didn't.

"I feel it, yeah...Jesus you're so hot down there..." He breathed.

"That's cause my pussy loves kissing your cock. She wants to kiss you
deep and swallow your cum." I whispered into his ear. "Pull my sweater
up...I want you play with my tits."

"Yeah." He nodded, pulling at the soft wool covering my back, tugging
at the sides to get my sweater up and over my breasts.

"There..." I sighed, sinking down onto Carl's cock slowly, taking his
virgin manhood into my pussy and holding my breath as I felt his
hardness splitting the tender walls of my cunt.

"Ohhhh...Shit! That's good!" He gasped, almost giggling as Carl felt a
woman around him for the first time in his life.

"Shhh...Kiss my tits...My nipples...Suck me..." I whispered urgently, moving
so my heavy breasts fell onto his face.

I took all of his cock between my spread pussy lips and into my hungry
hole, as much as I was able until I felt the rough awkward sensation
of denim against my sex, the stiff folds of Carl's pants pressed
against the delicate flesh where my thighs joined my pelvis. It would
have been nice to have him naked, but this was quick and easy and all
I needed. A good hard fuck to start my night off right and Carl was
going to town on my tits, thank God. He must have had some experience
with that at least. His mouth was moving back and forth, sucking my
long swollen nipples hard, taking them into his mouth one at a time
and washing them happily with his tongue.

"Mmmm...Fuck yeah, Carl...You do that nice, baby....Suck my tits...Bite me..." I
told him in a ragged voice. "Love my black tits...That's good...Harder...
Harder, please..."

I barely moved around his cock, content to let him impale me deeply
and stay there, my soft pussy squeezing him and playing along his
length. I clenched my thighs and worked the bottom of my belly,
squeezed my ass and finally found the myriad of tiny muscles in my
cunt, using them to fuck the boy without moving. I was massaging his
prick with my pussy, milking him like a hot buttery fist between my
thighs. I loved fucking like that, the discipline required to resist
the urge to move and rock my hips and roll my ass. My body was begging
for a good hard grind and then some serious in and out, up and down
action to make me cum, but I liked the wait, the sweet anticipation.

"You like my tits, Carl?" I asked him, leaning on my elbows and
forearms just above him, almost smothering him beneath my breasts.

"Mmphhh..." He breathed and I moaned as he chewed my right nipple the
way I liked, gently between his teeth, rolling that turgid flesh back
and forth.

"You love my big black tits, huh..." I giggled, feeling my heart beating
fast, rushing hot blood through my body. I was shaking now, trembling
with the need to push myself against the cock inside me.

"Ummph...Yeahmmph..." Carl went to my other nipple, sucking all of it into
his mouth hard and flicking it rapidly with his tongue.

"Fuck...I love your mouth, white boy..." I groaned. "...Eat my tits and
don't you cum yet, don't you cum in my black cunt until I say so..."

I was fucking him then, I had no choice and he'd been trying to move
against me anyway. I'd felt Carl's leg muscles tighten, his hips
pressing upward, lifting us a fraction off the seat, pressing his cock
a little deeper. Carl needed it just as badly as I did and I was
moving too, sliding my ass around in a little circle, working his cock
to stir up the juices flooding my tight little hole. I was already
sloppy inside with my own excitement and his, and now we were going to
mix it up good.

I lifted my shoulders, pulling my tits up a little to see Carl's face,
red and glistening wet with his saliva. He grabbed my ass, losing his
shyness finally as I started fucking him harder. He had my skirt
bunched up and his big white hands were digging into my firm black
ass, squeezing me nice. I lifted my pussy, just a little, and pushed
down hard, nodding and smiling. I was encouraging the boy, telling him
it was okay to fuck me, to drive his cock inside me. We found a
rhythm, a slow one at first as we got used to each other in the close
confines of that car.

That was the one thing I really liked about it, besides being
convenient, that Jag made me stay close to the guy I was fucking. We
had to be face to face, with my tits pressed flat and heavy against
his chest. He had to hold my ass and work to move that cock just a few
inches back and forth. It wasn't going to be long hard strokes, it was
going to be short and quick and violent sex, urgent and animalistic.
This wasn't making love, it was fucking, and that was all I was about
just then.

"Call me your nigger..." I breathed, putting my lips on his, licking
across Carl's panting mouth for a brief second. "...Say it..."

"You're my...nigger..." He breathed, blinking hard and I did love that
word when I was fucking a white boy.

"Yeah...Nigger slut...Tell me..."

"You're my...ugh...Fuck..." He winced as I pushed my cunt down hard, giving
my hips a deep grind against his pelvis.

"Say it..." I whispered, kissing him gain. "...Nigger slut..."

"You nigger slut...Fuck me...You black bitch...Yeahhhh..." Carl groaned.

"Good boy..." I licked his lips, opening his mouth with my tongue so I
could let a large dollop of my spit fall into it, I loved spitting
into a guy's mouth while we fucked. I smiled at his expression,
surprised and maybe a little shocked as my saliva pooled on his
tongue. I pressed my mouth against him hard then, moving my body back
and forth and riding his cock finally as I used my knees to push, and
my shoulders and arms to drive me back.

Carl's mouth was hot and wet and I explored him eagerly with my
tongue, licking across his teeth and playing in the softness of his
cheeks. His tongue wriggled against mine and he was helping me fuck
him, using his hands to work my body the way he wanted and I relaxed
then, letting nature take over and just enjoying the ride. He knew
what he was doing now, the virgin white boy had figured it out, and he
was pulling me back as he lifted his hips, driving his cock into the
steaming depths of my sex just the way I liked it.

I was going to cum, making out with this white man while he fucked me.
I could feel his heart beating fast like mine through his chest. My
nipples burned as they rubbed against him, my tits feeling swollen and
stretched while I dragged my body over his. I had my fingers in his
soft blond hair, my eyes open and looking at his face, seeing his
handsome caucasian features and I only wished Carl would open his eyes
while we kissed. I wanted to see that blue, that beautiful shade of
noon sky looking up at me while my pussy nursed on his cock.

My body thrummed and goosebumps broke out across my skin. My stomach
churned as if I was on a roller coaster and I couldn't squeeze my
thighs against him hard enough. I was cumming and I was glad it was
quick because Carl was just a few seconds behind me. I held his face
in my hands, shoving my tongue as far into the boy's mouth as I could.
I was fucking him there too, feeling my cunt collapse and my clit
throb with a heartbeat all her own. Blood rushed to my head, making me
dizzy and drunk and I had to pull my mouth away for a drink of cool
air.

"Cum inside me...Cum..." I panted breathlessly. "...Fuck a baby inside me...
Fill me with your cum..."

"Wha-What..." Carl opened his eyes and winced as he drove his cock one
last time into my pussy.

"Give me a baby, you fucker...Ohhh God...Yes!" I was still cumming, little
ones rolling through me as I felt his cock jerking inside my body.

Carl was staring up at me, mouth open and gasping for air as his balls
emptied their creamy load into my womb. He wasn't a virgin anymore, he
was cumming hard inside a woman and I was riding that indistinct
warmth as it spread through me, his semen mixing with my own juices,
seeping into the depth of my cunt. I imagined Carl's white sperm
spilling against my cervix, being drawn into my uterus and searching
for my little black egg. That was my fantasy, being impregnated by a
white man, having a light skinned baby with kinky black hair and
bright blue eyes.

It was bringing me off, the way it always does and I collapsed on top
of Carl once more, breathing hard and kissing his face, kissing his
mouth and eyes and soft white skin. I was his first fuck, his first
woman, and that was making it good too. I'd forget him, but he'd
always remember me. Carl might fuck a hundred other women in his life,
but I'd be the one he remembered. I'd be the black girl he'd think of
when he was married and fucking his white wife. I'd be the cunt he'd
compare all the other ones too and that made me special.

"Kylie?" Carl's soft voice brought my lips back to his for another
deep kiss while we came down from our orgasms.

I kissed him slower this time, languid and gentle, and it was ripe
with passion and romantic promise. He deserved a kiss like that after
making me feel so good. I tickled his tongue and retreated back to my
mouth, sighing softly as he followed, his tongue filling my mouth so I
could suck on it like a soft pink cock. It was nice, especially since
his real cock was still inside me, still hard enough to remain in
place, trapping all our cum in the warm depths of my womb.

"Kylie...You're on the pill...Or something...Right?" Carl's blue eyes were
on mine and I smiled at him.

"No." I lied. "I like to take my chances."

"But...What if you...I mean what if we..." He looked small then and so
fragile.

"I won't blame you." I giggled and kissed him on the nose. "I
promise."

"It's okay." Carl said seriously. "I love you."

"Oh." I smiled and stroked his hair, taking a deep breath. "You're
sweet."

"I mean it." He swallowed hard. "I know I'm white and you're black and
my parents, they might not understand, but..."

"Carl..."

"...I'm sure they'll like you and..."

" Shhh...Carl..."

"...I can meet your parents and...What?" He was smiling and searching my
eyes for something that wasn't there.

"This was just for fun." I told him as gently as I could. "You have a
girlfriend, remember?"

"Yeah, but we just..."

"Fucked." I laughed at the look on his face. "Now...Mmmm..." I wriggled my
hips and felt his cock still hard and that was a nice surprise. "...
We're going to do it again."

"I really do love you." Carl said as I started moving, fucking my cum
filled pussy back and forth on his cock.

"I know." I kissed him. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I sent Carl off smelling like sex and grinning from ear to ear. It had
been hard though; the boy was reluctant to let me go and convinced he
was in love with me. That was the downside of fucking a virgin, they
were na�ve and easily confused, mistaking the endorphins and adrenalin
and pheromones, and all those good orgasms for something else. It was
just fucking and I'd told him that without malice or embarrassment. I
made him special and sent the boy back to his girlfriend. I figured
she was probably a virgin too, or a total bitch, and I really hoped
she deserved him. He was so sweet.

"Hi Carl." I smiled at him about an hour later, wiggling my fingers
playfully when I passed by his table. He was sitting with some friends
and having a good time, I was glad to see.

His girlfriend was the one with long brown hair and little round
glasses. She was cute, I suppose, and definitely a virgin. She was
dressed like she was going to a county fair and I really hoped Carl
would fuck the daylights out of her so they could get married soon.
She looked like the kind of girl who would have to marry the first guy
who fucked her and there's nothing wrong with that, but it just isn't
me.

Carl reddened noticeably and smiled, looking down quickly as his
girlfriend looked at me and then at him, probably wondering how and
why Carl would know a pretty black girl like me. He wouldn't be in any
real trouble, I knew, and it might be good to give the girl a little
spark of jealousy.

"You know him?" Todd asked me and he was definitely not a virgin.

"I've seen him around." I shrugged, casually rubbing the large bulge
in Todd's khaki trousers as he walked me towards the doors.

I wasn't going to tell Todd that he'd been fingering Carl's cum for
the last half hour while we sat close together in a booth with his
friends. It had been fun though, being watched by Todd's law school
buddies, drinking a little illicit rum and coke, and whispering sweet
nothings into the man's ear about how I was going to fuck his brains
out later. Todd was all up for that and he'd spread my legs under the
table and played with my pussy, just to make sure I was good and hot
for his big white cock.

He'd wondered at my wetness and that had just made it better for me.
White guys, they were always so much fun, and Todd's cock was nice and
thick. A lot thicker than Carl's had been, but not all that much
longer. That was okay though; he'd stretch me nice and probably never
know he was getting sloppy seconds from my hot black hole. Even if he
did realize I'd been fucked at least once already, it wasn't like Todd
was going to quit on me; he was hard as a rock and I was going to have
a good time riding this white boy through the streets of heaven.

"You sure you don't want to go back to my place, Kylie?" Todd tried
again, and he'd been working that idea too hard and too long.

"It's too early." I giggled, waiting while Todd grabbed the door to
open it for me. "Let's just have some fun first. Where's your car?"

"Right over there..." Todd nodded to our left and he was slipping his
jacket over my shoulders. "Are you protected?"

"Don't worry about it." I smiled into his soft blue eyes, enjoying
this game a lot. "I like to take my chances."

"Mmmm...Is that so?" Todd licked his lips, putting an arm around me and
walking me towards the parking lot.

"Oh yeah." I giggled. "Just do me one favor, okay?"

"What's that?"

"Don't tell me you love me afterwards." I reached up to pull some fine
blond hair out of his eyes. "I just wanna fuck. Okay?"

"Don't worry about that." Todd grinned back. "I'm getting married next
Saturday."

"Yeah? Are you sure about that?" I looked at him closely, a smile
playing at my lips, and he nodded. "What are you doing the Saturday
after that?"

"Fucking you." He laughed and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Only if you're good at it, Todd." I told him seriously. "I don't give
out a lot of second chances."

"You're such a slut, Kylie." He laughed, kissing my hair. "I love
you."

"Todd!" I rolled my eyes. "You promised."

"You said afterwards." He reminded me.

"What are you, a lawyer or something?"

"I just pay attention." He laughed.

"You're spoiling it for me now." I pouted and Todd tightened his arm
around me. "I don't know why I'm marrying you."

"Because I let you fuck guys like...What was his name?"

"Carl." I laughed. "He was a virgin."

"Really?" Todd stared at me and I nodded.

"He's all better now though."

"Yeah, I'll bet he is." Todd laughed, digging into his jacket for his
car keys and taking the opportunity to tickle me, since I was still
wearing it. "I was wondering why you were so messy down there."

"Stop!" I laughed, squirming away from his fingers. "I didn't think
you noticed. I hope you like sloppy seconds."

"I love sloppy seconds." Todd was unlocking his car. "You know that."

"I should make you go down on me for being so bad." I giggled, sliding
onto the big back seat of Todd's old forty year old Impala. He loves
that car; we both do. It was made for fucking.

"Afterwards, Kylie." Todd promised. "I'll make you feel good."

"Hmmm...We'll see." I smiled, spreading my legs and pulling my skirt up
slowly so my fianc� could see my thin white panties and soft brown
thighs, wet and stained with the cum that had been steadily leaking
from my pussy.

"Take out my cock, Kylie..." Todd said, crouching between my legs on his
knees. "...Show me what a good little whore you can be."

"Yeah..." I agreed, reaching for his pants. "...I'll show you what kind of
slut you're getting for a wife."

"Heh...Kylie..." Todd sighed happily. "I..."

"Don't say it!" I warned him with a giggle as I unzipped his trousers.

"...really..."

"Todd, I'm serious!" I reached for his cock, pulling those thick seven
inches free and licking my lips.

"...love you."

"You're so mean." I sighed and then spoiled it with a grin. "Hurry up
and fuck me, before I change my mind."

"Yeah..." Todd rolled his eyes, reaching for my panties. "...As if you
could ever say no to a hard white cock, Kylie."

"Mmmm...I know, but..." I sighed, lifting my ass slightly as those panties
came down. "...Just pretend like I could."



the end

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