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Amazing story. Can't wait to read part two :D
On Jan 21, 5:10 pm, Kylie.X.wri...@gmail.com wrote:
> Kissing Booth Surprise
> Copyright 2008 Kylie X. all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
> Web Site:http://www1.asstr.org/~Kylie_X/index.htmemail:
> Kylie.X.wri...@gmail.com
> Story Codes: M/F, Romance, Interracial, Oral, Anal, Sperm
> Synopsis: When a black college coed meets the man of her dreams, it's
> bound to create quite a sensation in Kylie's conservative family to
> discover that he's white. When it turns out that Kylie's seventeen
> year old sister, Natalie, has a white boyfriend of her own, however...
> That's when things really get crazy!
>
> "When they kept you out it was because you were black; when they let
> you in, it is because you are black. That's progress?"
> -Marylyn French
>
> For Lazeez, because I promised.
>
> Kissing Booth Surprise
> by Kylie X
>
> Part One : Chapters 1-3
>
> "Hey Kylie." Madison was smiling at me as I sat on the campus lawn
> between classes, eating a little yogurt and trying to study.
>
> "Hi." I looked up at her, shielding my eyes from the too bright
> sun. "Whassup?"
>
> "Can I join you?" She wondered, as if I had a choice. Madison
> liked to ask, but she didn't really expect a reply.
>
> "Yeah, course you can." I nodded.
>
> Madison lived in my dorm and I knew her, not real well, but
> enough. She was one of those active girls, always busy and part of
> something. You know the kind, president of a dozen clubs, organizing
> student rallies, petitions, debates, and I don't know what all else.
> One of those hyperactive people that drive us all a little crazy. I
> was just at the university to get a boyfriend.
>
> "Hey, you know we're doing a little fundraiser for the dorm
> right?" She asked and I rolled my eyes, but only cause I knew Madison
> wouldn't notice.
>
> "Yeah, I heard that." I nodded. "You need me to bake something?"
>
> I was smiling because I was joking. This dorm fundraiser was just
> Madison's idea to get all the girls involved in something together. We
> didn't need any money for anything; I was already paying for my room.
> Not a lot, but it was still money, you know? If she wanted to get us
> friendly and involved and all that, Madison should have been
> organizing a party. Invite some frat boys over, finagle some kegs
> maybe, turn the music up and the lights down...Shoot, I needed a
> boyfriend bad! I was nineteen and all kinds of innocent.
>
> "Baking?" She laughed, but the twenty year old freshman was just
> being polite. "That's funny."
>
> "I heard it on Leno." I said.
>
> "Oh." That confused her. "Anyway, no. What I was thinking was,
> see, we're going to have a kissing booth. See, we're having a bikini
> car wash, you know? And so we have like thirty girls and so, some of
> them, well, you know which ones, right? They're going to be doing
> other stuff, selling pop and hot dogs and stuff. See, we'll have a
> little barbecue going and..."
>
> "Bikini carwash, huh?" I smiled at Madison because I look good in
> a bikini, I know that, and she knew it too. I figured I knew where
> this was going.
>
> My body is a nice one, five foot eight, a hundred twelve pounds of
> black beauty with great tits and a curvalicious ass. Not a big one,
> mind you, but shaped nice and firm. Long legs and a smooth tummy. I
> even had a brand new bikini, a red one and it was a thong no less. And
> I was dying to show off a little, believe me. This Indian summer we
> were having was almost over and something like that little number,
> well, I couldn't wear it at home. My mom would kill me!
>
> "...What? Yeah, anyway," Madison blew my interest off completely,
> "we're going to have a kissing booth too, cause a couple girls are
> kinda hot for that. You know which ones, right? See, but then we
> started thinking probably like some black guys might show up. I mean
> there aren't a lot of them around, but you know, they could come by
> and if they did, well..."
>
> "Hmmm..." I nodded politely and I wasn't too sure about a kissing
> booth. I'd never even had a real boyfriend.
>
> "...Tabitha said she wouldn't ever kiss a nig...Black guy, and Loni,
> she said she wasn't even going to be in the kissing booth if a black
> guy was gonna be there! See? So I said 'Hey! Let's have two kissing
> booths, and we can get Kylie to be in the other one!' see? Isn't that
> great? That way you can kiss all the nig...Sorry, you can kiss all the
> black guys and Tabitha and Loni can make out, I mean kiss, all the
> white guys, and everybody's happy!"
>
> Madison wasn't even out of breath when she was finished and I just
> sort of stared at her.
>
> "Well? What do you think?" She bobbled her auburn head happily and
> I blinked at her.
>
> "Are you on drugs?" I shook my head slowly.
>
> "Uh, no." She shook her head too.
>
> "You can't segregate kissing booths." I laughed.
>
> "Why not?" Madison frowned.
>
> "Because it's against the law to segregate anything on campus
> based purely on race." I rolled my eyes and this time I made sure she
> saw it. "You want Louis Farrakhan kicking down the dean's door?"
>
> "Uh, no." Madison swallowed hard. "That's the guy with the bow
> tie, right?"
>
> "Yeah and that's what you're going to get if you have a white's
> only kissing booth next to a black's only kissing booth." I said. "You
> got that Wong girl in an oriental kissing booth?"
>
> "What?" Madison shook her head. "No, Tab and Loni said Asian guys
> were okay, just not nig...Black guys."
>
> "Well, I'm not going to set myself up as a poster girl for the
> rebirth of racism, you know what I mean? Be like the anti-Rosa Parks
> or something." I told her. "I'll do a kissing booth, that's cool for
> me, but just make one big booth and let us sort it out, customer by
> customer, you know?"
>
> "Oh, well, yeah." Madison swallowed hard. "That was my other
> idea."
>
> "I bet." I pursed my lips doubtfully.
>
> "So!" She put her bestest brightest smile back on. "You're going
> to do it? Right, Kylie?"
>
> "Sure, yeah." I agreed, but only because what could possibly be
> wrong with kissing guys all day? I was bound to get some phone
> numbers.
>
> "Great!" Madison lifted her shoulders like a marionette and I
> watched her leave, thinking that girl was going to get her ass
> seriously kicked one of these days.
>
> I would too if I wasn't careful. A kissing booth? That was a
> pretty far out idea with my upbringing. I could laugh about it, you
> know, collecting phone numbers or whatever, but the truth was I hadn't
> kissed a whole lot of guys. I'd only had one boyfriend in high school,
> a black boy of course. I wasn't allowed to date white guys, believe
> me. My parents would be more than happy with a segregated kissing
> booth, assuming they'd even let me near one, which they wouldn't.
>
> So why was I doing it? Why had I agreed so easily, despite the
> awkward and insulting way I'd been asked? It's simple...I was a college
> girl and my parents were a long ways away! Almost half an hour by bus.
> I probably wouldn't get to kiss a lot of guys anyway, just the black
> ones and there weren't that many of those around, actually. The
> University of Minnesota isn't hugely diverse ethnically, let's face
> it, and how many white boys would want to kiss me?
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "Hi." I blinked at Tabitha and Loni who were standing in my
> doorway when I answered their combined and annoying knock-knock-
> knocking.
>
> "Hi Kylie." Loni said and they looked like twins.
>
> Both of them with long blonde hair, Loni's a little more gold,
> Tab's a little more platinum maybe, blue eyes and pretty faces. They
> were very cute, seriously cute and they knew it. They could play the
> dumb blonde stereotype to the hilt too, when they felt like it, but
> they were sneaky smart and out to marry the richest guys they could
> find. College was just a way to meet the lonely fathers of spoiled
> college brats. They were also seriously stuck up, being as
> ridiculously cute as they were.
>
> "So, you're going to be in our kissing booth?" Tabitha sniffed.
>
> "Yeah." I nodded slowly. "Is that alright with you guys?"
>
> "Oh, of course it is." Loni smiled at me. "We just wanted to make
> sure you're going to follow all the rules."
>
> "There's rules?" I laughed.
>
> "Well of course there are!" Loni giggled.
>
> "She means rules about who's kissing who." Tabitha said seriously.
>
> "Oh." I nodded.
>
> "Like if it's a white man, then we'll kiss him." Loni looked at
> Tabitha for agreement.
>
> "One of us will." Tabitha looked back at Loni and they nodded in
> unison.
>
> "What if he wants to kiss me?" I asked.
>
> "Why on earth would a white man want to kiss a nigger?" Tabitha
> asked. "I mean a black girl, sorry."
>
> "She didn't mean to say nigger." Loni smiled sweetly. "It slipped
> out."
>
> "Sorry." Tabitha giggled.
>
> "Now if a black boy shows up, that's when you do the kissing."
> Loni said.
>
> "What if it's a black man?" I wondered.
>
> "What?" Loni blinked at me.
>
> "You said a black boy, what if he's a man? We're at college, not
> high school." I said.
>
> "Well, duh!" Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Black man, black boy, it's
> just a figure of speech. Either way, you kiss him."
>
> "I see." I nodded.
>
> "Now if a lesbian shows up, you kiss her too." Loni said and
> Tabitha nodded vigorously.
>
> "Even if she's white?" I asked.
>
> "I don't care, they're all going to hell anyway." Loni shrugged.
>
> "It wouldn't be any worse than kissing a nigger." Tabitha agreed.
> "Oops...I said it again, didn't I?"
>
> She looked at Loni who just shrugged.
>
> "Can I give white men blow jobs?" I asked.
>
> "Excuse me?" Tabitha stared at me.
>
> "Can I suck their dicks if they want me to?" I smiled. "Or, I
> dunno, what if they want to have sex? Is it okay for me to fuck a
> white guy as long as I don't actually kiss him?"
>
> "We better go." Loni looked at her watch.
>
> "You know how bad I want a white baby, right?" I sighed
> theatrically. "I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."
>
> "We're running a little late for our New Republicans meeting."
> Tabitha smiled. "Bye Kylie!"
>
> "Bye Kylie!" Loni echoed and I slammed the door on them.
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> We were set up in the parking lot across from the Student Union,
> which was a good spot. Right in the middle of everything. The weather
> was cooperating too, which was nice. Minnesota does have some nice
> Indian summers, thank goodness. Autumn, when it finally arrives, is
> pretty miserable.
>
> On this particular Saturday the sun was bright and warm, the birds
> were singing, and the girls were wearing bikinis. Some of them. I was
> wearing mine, which was way cool. A bright red one with small
> triangular cups to hold my firm round tits, a little triangle to cover
> my freshly shaved sex, and nothing but strings everywhere else. It was
> almost obscene, especially if viewed from the back, but I didn't care.
> I have a pretty terrific body and I liked putting it next to Tabitha
> and Loni. They needed a little affirmative action in my humble
> opinion.
>
> They were wearing bikinis too, a little less daring than mine
> perhaps, but showing an awful lot of skin anyway. The blondes still
> had their summer tans, of course, but standing next to me they looked
> positively pale, which made them frown at first. I guess it's tough
> being white, you know, and spending hours in the sun just to get
> brown, trying not to burn, and all that. Then having to stand next to
> a real live black girl who looked like she was sculpted from rich dark
> chocolate...Ouch! I tried not to gloat, but it was hard when I spread
> some cocoa butter over the tops of my tits, explaining to them that I
> wasn't worried about the sun, I just liked the smell.
>
> "You should like, cover yourself up or something." Loni frowned at
> me, or more specifically, she was scowling at my ass, since I was
> putting cocoa butter there too.
>
> "Why?" I asked, smiling and innocent, massaging my cheeks and
> making a point of showing the girl my little brown butt hole as that
> thong tried in vain to cover it.
>
> "You look like a stripper." Tabitha answered for her friend.
>
> "It's a kissing booth." I said. "Guys like this kind of thing."
>
> "Hmph." Loni turned away because that was exactly what she didn't
> like about it, or rather it was what she didn't like about me.
>
> She didn't have to worry though, Loni and Tabitha both looked
> good. We all did, being without doubt the three hottest girls in the
> dorm. The other girls, the ones who looked good in wet t-shirts and
> bikini bottoms, were going to be washing cars. The rest, those who
> looked good only in their daddies' eyes, would be selling snacks,
> sodas, and hot dogs. I was kinda glad I wasn't doing that.
>
> Our kissing booth was really just a couple long tables that we'd
> swiped from the commons, you know, the kind with folding legs. We put
> a couple cute table clothes over them, bed sheets actually, white with
> little red hearts printed all over them. I'm not sure where those came
> from, but they were perfect. That's why Madison was in charge, she was
> good at stuff like that. A couple hand lettered signs that said
> 'Kisses Three Dollars' and 'Two for Five Dollars' were propped up
> nearby.
>
> That had been hotly debated, my own opinion being that a dollar a
> kiss was reasonable and probably expected. But Madison argued
> something about adjusting for inflation and then Loni had brought up
> the rising cost of cherry flavored lip balm, and then Tabitha said...
>
> "I'm not kissing anybody for a measly dollar!"
>
> "What's wrong with a dollar?" I wondered. "The car wash is only
> what? Three dollars?"
>
> "Kissing me is worth as much as washing a stupid car." Loni
> decided, siding with her best friend, of course.
>
> "Nobody's gonna pay three dollars for a kiss." I said, meaning all
> of us, but I guess she didn't take it that way.
>
> "We're talking about me and Tabs, not you!" Loni said.
>
> "Kylie would do it for food stamps, probably." Tabitha giggled.
>
> "What?" I stared at her.
>
> "It's just a joke." Tabitha rolled her big blue eyes. "God!"
>
> "Sensitive!" Loni agreed.
>
> "All right, so we'll charge three dollars then, okay?" Madison
> smiled. "And, well, for the bargain hunters we can say two for five
> dollars, how does that sound?"
>
> "Same girl, or different girls?" Tabitha wondered.
>
> "Does it matter?" I asked.
>
> "Well, you're the only black girl!" Loni said, pointing out the
> obvious, but I still missed the connection.
>
> "So?"
>
> "So, duh! If it's a black guy and he pays five dollars, he's gotta
> kiss the same girl!" Tabitha explained.
>
> "Cause were not kissing a nig...Black guy, are we?" Loni looked to
> Tabitha and her friend nodded.
>
> "No." Tabitha said. "And we don't want sloppy seconds either."
>
> "What does that mean?" I frowned.
>
> "I'm not putting my lips where yours have been!" Tabitha shook her
> head.
>
> "Oh gross!" Loni agreed. "Nigger lips!"
>
> "Oops!" Her friend giggled. "You said it this time!"
>
> "Sorry!" Loni shrugged at me. "I mean black lips."
>
> "So, the same girl then." Madison was nodding, taking notes and
> oblivious to all of it.
>
> "Unless he's a hot white guy." Tabitha said. "Right?"
>
> "Oh yeah, definitely." Loni agreed. "Hot white guys can kiss both
> of us for five dollars."
>
> "Definitely." Tabitha smiled at me. "But not Kylie."
>
> "Thanks." I smiled back.
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "Hi." A man's voice said and we'd just opened for business.
>
> "Hey there." Tabitha smiled, wearing her little blue bikini and
> tilting her hips invitingly.
>
> He was a good looking young man, white as snow and smiling at all
> three of us, but mostly at me, actually. I smiled back, being the sort
> of girl who enjoys sharing a smile, and I'll confess that I'd never
> kissed a white man in my life. I hadn't even thought about it really,
> not until right then, seeing that handsome young white man standing in
> front of us. That's when the possibility hit me that I just might
> really have to kiss a white person.
>
> I was suddenly very nervous.
>
> "Three dollars, huh?" The guy nodded and he was tall, with broad
> shoulders and short brown hair. A nice face too, clean shaven with a
> strong jaw and pleasant features. He was the kind of man I'd often
> noticed but quickly dismissed with a wistful sigh while in high
> school, knowing they were off limits to a girl like me. My parents had
> seen to that.
>
> "Or two for five." Loni giggled, standing close to Tabitha and
> they posed together so he'd get the idea. They looked like they
> belonged in a chewing gum commercial.
>
> "Is that a real kiss?" He lifted his eyebrows at me. "Or just a
> little...Peck?"
>
> "It's a real one!" Loni promised, trying to draw his attention
> away from me and back to where it belonged.
>
> "We have a little timer, see?" Tabitha grinned, holding up a
> little hourglass that only lasted thirty seconds. It came out of some
> game at the dorm, Pictionary, or Password, maybe.
>
> "Oh." The guy glanced at them and nodded. He was seriously cute.
>
> "Thirty seconds." Loni promised. "How real is that?"
>
> "So, I get a whole minute for five dollars?" He chuckled and he
> was looking at me again.
>
> "Uh..." Tabitha frowned, looking at Loni who was deep in thought as
> she tried to wrap her mind around the math.
>
> "Yeah." I swallowed hard, hoping my mother never found out about
> this. "You get sixty seconds."
>
> "Okay." He nodded, reaching into his pocket. "I've always wanted
> to kiss a beautiful black girl."
>
> "Really?" I flirted with my lips, biting the bottom one for just a
> second. "I've always wanted to kiss a handsome white boy."
>
> "Then it's our lucky day, isn't it?" He asked, putting a five
> dollar bill on the table.
>
> "Could be." I replied softly, taking his money slowly and putting
> it in our little impromptu cigar box - cash register.
>
> "Hey!" Loni was blinking at us.
>
> "What's he doing?" Tabitha wondered.
>
> "Are you gonna start the timer?" The guy asked, standing as close
> to me as he could, the edge of the table pressing against the top of
> his strong thighs.
>
> "Kylie!" Tabitha whined.
>
> "You're just supposed to kiss the black guys!" Loni harmonized.
>
> "Start timing us girls." I giggled, leaning forward slightly,
> keeping my big brown eyes on his, which were sort of a forest green
> color and very sexy, I thought. I'd never seen eyes like that before
> and I liked them a lot.
>
> "Do we have to do it with the table between us?" The guy
> whispered.
>
> "I don't know." I shrugged. "You're my first customer."
>
> "Hmmm..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell
> of skin, the soap and cocoa butter I used. My shampoo and maybe just...
> Me.
> "Kylie!" Loni pouted and then Tabitha joined in. "He's a white
> guy!"
>
> "What would I have to pay to be your only customer?" The man asked
> gently, reaching up to touch my face with his fingertips and I didn't
> pull away from him at all.
>
> "You think you can afford me?" I asked playfully.
>
> "Not a prayer." He sighed wistfully. "Ready?"
>
> "Yeah." I said, tilting my head slightly to rub my cheek against
> his smooth palm.
>
> My heart was thumping and my knees wanted to shake, but I was
> controlling it, just barely. My nipples were popping though and I
> couldn't help that. I didn't need to look down to know they were stiff
> and all too plain through the thin red of my bikini top. The guy
> wasn't looking there anyway, thank goodness; his eyes were wide open
> and all over mine. A white man was touching my face and then I felt
> his lips.
>
> "He's gonna kiss her?" Loni asked no one in particular.
>
> He was tender at first, so light that I barely felt him, and then
> the tip of his tongue moved along the crease of my smile. He opened me
> like a ripe fruit and I moaned, or I imagined I did. Some part of me I
> didn't even know existed was whimpering with pleasure. The man's
> tongue entered my mouth and my hands came up of their own accord. I
> felt the sides of his warm body, the soft flesh and his hard ribs
> beneath, muscles too and he was so firm all over, and I realized that
> both of his hands now touched my face.
>
> "God! Look at them!" Tabitha breathed.
>
> The man held me gently to our kiss, that devilish tongue of his
> exploring my mouth patiently, as if we had all the time in the world
> and I was moving my own upon it. I felt his fingers in my hair and his
> thumbs on my cheeks. Our heads turned, sealing our open lips tightly
> so that nothing could escape our passionate union. My tummy trembled
> and a shiver ran up my spine. I felt my virgin sex throbbing with an
> empty ache, a sudden desire to be filled, and I had no experience with
> such things. I was feverish and overwhelmed completely.
>
> "Thirty seconds." Loni said and it seemed to me that we'd only
> just started.
>
> He was letting go of me now, but not completely. We were still
> kissing and I was acutely aware of the man's hands finding my smooth
> brown shoulders, caressing me for just a moment before traveling
> slowly down my back. I gave a weak muffled groan of agreement, leaning
> forward and standing on my tip-toes as his fingers traveled to my
> waist. He held me there for a brief eternity while my own arms
> encircled his neck.
>
> "Jesus, that is so wrong!" Tabitha said unhappily.
>
> Our tongues moved from my mouth to his and I thrust myself inside
> him as the man's hands moved to my hips and finally my ass. I worked
> my tongue across his, tasting every part of him I could reach. He was
> holding me now, holding my bare ass in that thong I was wearing. His
> hands squeezing my firm round flesh, his fingers working into the
> buttery crevasse between my dark brown cheeks. One long finger pressed
> all the way inside, to play across my barely covered anus and he
> pushed inward as if to penetrate me there. I gasped into his mouth and
> tightened my embrace, clenching my ass against him with unexpected
> pleasure.
>
> "Times up!" Loni announced, somewhat happily to my ears, but not
> terribly.
>
> "Mmmphhh..." I pulled away reluctantly, like it was the most
> difficult thing I'd ever done in my life.
>
> The man let me go as well and I felt myself burning hotly, the
> blood rushing to my face as I licked my bruised lips and panted for
> air. He was smiling, nodding his head and dragging deep breaths of
> cool air into his lungs. I giggled nervously and brushed my long black
> hair out of my eyes, looking down and away and then back at him, drawn
> helplessly to his sweet green gaze. I could barely stand and I glanced
> down to see my top had fallen askew, my left nipple exposed and
> pointed outward in the brilliant afternoon sun.
>
> "That was..." The man chuckled. "...Wow!"
>
> "Yeah, way...Yeah." I giggled, feeling wow all over while I fixed
> my bikini. I wondered if my heart would ever slow down again.
>
> "Can I call you sometime?" He asked me and I nodded dumbly.
>
> "You can call me tonight." I said. "I'm Kylie."
>
> "I'm Steve." He smiled, patting his t-shirt and then his jeans.
> "Do you have a pen?"
>
> "No." I frowned, looking around, but I hadn't even brought my
> purse, just a little clutch with a hairbrush, breath mints, junk like
> that in it.
>
> "I have one in my room." Steve said. "Um..."
>
> "You do?" I smiled back at him, feeling my tummy full of
> butterflies.
>
> "Hey, check it out!" ... "Kissing booth!" ... "Get some of that, hell
> yeah!"
>
> I heard a man's voice, several men actually, and I glanced to my
> left and saw four big black guys, wearing university letter jackets
> and I recognized a couple of them. They were half the starting front
> line for the Gophers football team, all like six foot six and three
> hundred pounds and black as coal.
>
> "Kylie, you got customers!" Tabitha giggled and she was happy
> again.
>
> "You want to go to my room and help me look for it?" Steve asked
> me and I was nodding slowly.
>
> "Yeah, I do." I swallowed hard, wondering if I was actually
> falling in love with a white man.
>
> "Five bucks for two kisses huh? I got a twenty...How many is that?"
> One of the black guys laughed with a low rumbling sound from deep in
> his enormous body.
>
> "That's, uh, a lot." Loni said uncertainly. "Kylie...Stop foolin'
> around!"
>
> "Shit, I'll blow twenty on these fine ass bitches." Another black
> guy said.
>
> "I ain't never kissed a white girl before!" Another chuckled.
>
> "Kylie!" Tabitha whined.
>
> "I'm sorry, we don't kiss nig...I mean, black guys." Loni said
> apologetically, looking very small just then.
>
> "We should go." Steve said softly and I nodded.
>
> "You're gonna be kissing me in a minute baby!" The fourth football
> player said. "Mr. Jackson says I got eight kisses coming!"
>
> "Kylie! Help!" Tabitha stared at me and I shrugged.
>
> "Hey, baby, where you going?" One of the black guys grinned at me.
> "Like to bring some of you home to meet my roots!"
>
> "Sorry fellas." I smiled at them. "I only kiss white guys."
>
> I put my arm around Steve's waist, letting my new boyfriend hold
> me close, and I giggled as I felt his hand sliding down to play with
> my ass while we walked away.
>
> "You only kiss white guys?" He asked me with a grin and I nodded.
>
> "From now on, yeah." I smiled up at him.
>
> "Cool." Steve bent his lips to mine. "I only kiss black girls from
> now on."
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "Ummmm...Oh God!" I moaned happily and then gasped as I felt Steve's
> tongue working against my tight little asshole.
>
> "Mmmphhh..." He agreed and his thumbs were digging into the firm
> black globes of my ass, prying my horny butt wide open for his kisses.
>
> Steve had me arched over two pillows, my face resting on the
> mattress, my arms stretched out so I could grab fistfuls of bed sheet.
> My legs were spread and my ass was more than a little inviting with
> those pillows bunched up under my hips and tummy. That was just the
> way my new boyfriend liked me too. He had a serious thing for my ass.
>
> "Yeah, eat my nigger ass, white boy!" I sighed, smiling and
> rolling my eyes with pleasure while Steve's handsome face buried
> itself in my hot flesh.
>
> "I love your ass, Kylie!" Steve pulled his mouth away just long
> enough to tell me the obvious.
>
> "Shhh..." I laughed lightly, twisting my body so I could reach
> behind me, grabbing him by the short black hair on his head and
> pulling his mouth back to where it belonged.
>
> I'd never thought of my butt as an erogenous zone, but it was,
> believe me. The way Steve worked it with his mouth, I could even cum,
> I swear. We'd only been dating for a month, but it had been a good
> one, full of nothing but steamy white in black sex. I'd never had a
> white boyfriend before and now I wasn't ever going to want anything
> else, not if they were all like Steve!
>
> I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes as I felt the man's tongue
> going back to work. He licked me slowly at first, long sexy licks all
> the way from my humid cunt, across the bit of smooth flesh just behind
> my slit, and then across my asshole and up. All the way along the
> crack of my ass. It was teasing and wonderful and Steve did that until
> I was humping the pillows beneath me, begging him for more than just a
> good licking.
>
> He put the tip of his tongue on my sphincter then, tickling me
> with it, flicking his tongue lightly over my anus like a wet
> butterfly. All the while he was holding my black nineteen year old ass
> in his big strong hands, massaging my butt like there was nothing else
> in the world. I loved Steve's fingers and the way they pressed deep
> into my ripe young flesh. He'd push and pull my ass one way and the
> other, making me giggle and groan and whisper soft words of
> encouragement to get his tongue inside me.
>
> Steve loved my ass deeply, as he liked to say, and he loved that
> silly pun. I think he wanted to get it printed on a t-shirt, but I was
> a little shy around campus. We did everything else though, the things
> I wouldn't have imagined just a month or two previously. Holding hands
> as we walked around in public, kissing casually and even not so
> casually, like making out in the library. That had been fun, although
> we'd gotten caught and asked to take our affections elsewhere.
> Librarians weren't known for their sense of humor.
>
> I'd always imagined that me being a black girl and Steve being a
> white boy would cause a little more of a sensation, but nobody looked
> twice at us. Or if they did, it was only because we made such a nice
> couple. Me being rather attractive and Steve being a serious hunk of a
> man, in my expert opinion, we were perfect for each other and a lot of
> other people thought so too. It was an eye opening experience after
> growing up with my parents, believe me.
>
> Getting my ass seriously eaten by a white boy who knew how to do
> it was pretty eye opening as well! I wriggled my butt uncontrollably,
> feeling my empty pussy spasm with jealous delight when Steve pushed
> the tip of his tongue past my sphincter. He had a strong tongue, like
> a small pink cock, and he stabbed it into my relaxed asshole
> repeatedly, coaxing me to open up so he could really make me squirm.
> He worked his tongue inside my ass, which seemed both incredibly nasty
> and insanely erotic to me and I urged him on with my breathless voice
> begging for more.
>
> "Fuck, Steve! Tongue fuck me...Oh please! Put it in my ass, you
> bastard!" I whined, pushing my ass back to meet his mouth as best I
> could.
>
> "Like this?" Steve breathed and he was suddenly pushing a finger
> against my hole, twisting it and screwing his thick digit inside the
> hot confines of my rectum.
>
> "Oh, yeah!" I groaned, spreading my legs a little wider, lifting
> my butt and nodding.
>
> "Beautiful fucking ass, Kylie!" Steve kissed my left cheek and
> then bit it softly. "I love fucking your nigger ass!"
>
> "Gooood..." I blew out a long breath. "...Uh-huh! Fuck me, Steve!
> Stick your cock inside me!"
>
> "Not yet, slut!" He chuckled, moving his mouth to my right cheek
> and biting me there as well. "Gotta get you ready first!"
>
> "I am ready! Ahhh!" I gasped as he pumped my tight asshole with
> his finger hard, curling the tip of it like he was tickling the soft
> walls of my rectum, but I wasn't laughing.
>
> "Almost, baby...Almost...' Steve whispered in agreement and then he
> pulled his finger free, sucking it wetly and then jamming it once more
> into my eager ass.
>
> "Oh fuck...Get the oil...Lube me up...I need it...Oh fuck!" I was panting,
> rolling my hips and seriously in need of a hard white cock inside my
> tight black body. I didn't care where he put it, so long as it was in
> me!
>
> "Uh-huh...Oh, that's it, Kylie! Work that black ass around my finger...
> Jesus, you're hot inside!" Steve teased me. "You want me to fuck that
> ass?"
>
> "Uhhh yeah, fuck me...Fuck my nigger ass..." I whimpered.
>
> "Here we go..." Steve chuckled softly and then I felt him pouring
> cocoa butter on my ass. "...Get you all buttered up for my big white
> cock!"
>
> "Ummm...Please!" I moaned as the smell of that lotion hit my nose
> and I have to admit, something about cocoa butter just drives me a
> little crazy.
>
> It wasn't exactly the best lube in the world for anal sex, it was
> maybe even a little unhealthy, I'm not sure, but we didn't use it that
> often anyway, just on special occasions. The rich smell of it, the
> warmth as it flowed over my ebony skin, making my ass glisten with a
> ripe mahogany glow, the feeling of it all slippery wet...I loved that
> stuff and Steve knew it. He was pouring it over my butt and making a
> real mess on his pillows and bed, but we didn't care. We fucked at his
> place and slept at mine. All of my boyfriend's linen was pretty
> stained and I always giggled when I saw his bed, trying to remember
> every little discoloration and when we'd made it.
>
> Steve worked that cocoa butter all over my ass and hips and
> thighs, my back too, taking the opportunity to give me a serious
> rubdown that had me melting under his strong white hands. I was so
> relaxed by then, so ready for his fat cock I could barely stand it. I
> was on cloud nine, having an out of body experience. My mind was
> feverish and every little touch the man gave me sent off sparklers of
> pleasure behind my tightly shut eyes.
>
> "I'm going fuck your ass good now, baby." Steve promised, moving
> his body so he could kneel behind me, his cock doubtlessly well
> covered with cocoa butter now.
>
> "God yeah!" I giggled almost sleepily, but I was wide awake, just
> helpless in my ecstasy. "Put your cock in my ass...I need it so bad..."
>
> "Love your sweet black ass, Kylie!" Steve whispered and I could
> feel the swollen head of his prick as he brought it to my asshole.
>
> "Put it in." I nodded slowly. "Put that white motherfucker in my
> nigger ass!"
>
> "I love your dirty fucking mouth too!" Steve laughed lightly and
> then he was pushing with a low soft grunt.
>
> "Ahhhh...Ohhhh...Yessss..." I breathed, feeling my little brown anus
> stretching around him, the man's cock so much larger than his finger
> could ever hope to be.
>
> "Tell me what I'm doing, slut!" Steve slapped my butt playfully
> and I giggled.
>
> "You're...Ugh! Fucking my...Ass!" I groaned, digging my fingers into
> the sheets as I felt his cock stretching my butthole with a familiar
> discomfort that I loved.
>
> "Yeah...Fucking that tight little black ass, Kylie!" Steve agreed,
> grabbing my hips and I knew the big one was coming and I sighed
> happily because I knew it was going to hurt, for just a second, and
> then feel nothing but good.
>
> "Ohhhh!" I tensed instinctively, my ass clenching as if I might
> keep him out, but Steve was giving me a real push now, shoving his
> cock hard into the hot depths of my ass.
>
> "Tight!" He grunted, pushing a good eight inches of hard white
> cock into my rectum with one long thrust and then it was over. I let
> out the breath I was holding, feeling that sudden wave of giddy
> euphoria envelope me.
>
> He was balls deep in my asshole...Again. Steve was buried in my
> rectum with his big dick stretching me in every possible direction.
> Jesus! I loved that feeling and when he started to move, pulling back
> and pushing back in. I was in total ass slut heaven! That's what I was
> too, no doubt about it. I was Steve's little black ass slut and he
> knew it. It had taken a month, but now I wanted him to fuck my butt
> even more than I wanted him inside my pussy. I got off on it totally
> and I was working my ass around him, wanting to make it as good as I
> could for my boyfriend.
>
> "I love your cock in my ass!" I whispered breathlessly, squeezing
> my asshole around him, milking his dick with my rectum for his cum.
>
> "Your ass loves my cock, baby." Steve agreed, drawing a deep
> breath as he pulled back, letting his cockhead pause just inside the
> tight ring of my sphincter.
>
> "Ahhh...Harder! Fucker!" I gasped as he let that breath go, driving
> his cock suddenly inside me once again, lunging into me until I jerked
> with the pleasant sensation of his dick touching bottom.
>
> He fucked me hard and fast after that, getting above me as I lay
> hunched over the soggy pillows on his bed. He was driving his cock
> almost straight down, tearing into my well-stretched asshole like it
> was a cunt now. It was a little uncomfortable, but not much. Mostly it
> just felt wickedly wonderful. I was being seriously reamed by that big
> white dick, fucked in the nastiest way possible, and that was a huge
> turn on for me. My nipples burned as my tits were flattened against
> the mattress. My clitoris was stiff and aching, buzzing with the
> pleasant sensation of being rubbed raw against the pillow beneath me.
>
> I was gonna cum hard and I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted
> to. Steve had his hands on my shoulders now, pushing me down hard. I
> was into that too, being helpless and vulnerable. I was impaled on his
> thick white cock and yielding the way a woman should be with the man
> she loves. I wanted him to take me and I adored him for it when he
> did. I didn't want to be on top, no way. I was Steve's black bottom
> bitch and that was the t-shirt I wanted.
>
> "Fuck you, Kylie! God I'm cumming!" Steve groaned and he was
> unhappy, like he usually was when he fucked my ass like that.
>
> "Uhhhh Me...Too!" I sobbed and I'd been cumming, actually.
>
> My boyfriend was unhappy because he always came too fast, like
> five minutes after he started, and that was plenty for me. Steve gave
> me so much good foreplay that all I needed was five minutes of fucking
> to be well and truly satisfied. But poor Steve, he just wanted to live
> in my ass, fucking me for hours I think, and it would have made me
> giggle if I wasn't so busy cumming all over his pillows. My cunt was
> on fire, clasping around the emptiness inside and spurting my girl goo
> like I was a little boy or something. I swear, I was ejaculating right
> then, spraying my pleasure while my ass contracted around Steve's cock
> like a vise, a hot slippery vise all covered with cocoa butter.
>
> He didn't stand a chance. Poor Steve. I smiled happily, feeling
> the rush of good hormones, all that adrenalin and endorphins and God
> only knows what else. The best high in the world as my orgasm swept
> through me and then Steve was there too, jamming his aching prick as
> far inside my asshole as he could get and suddenly flooding my bowels
> with his creamy load. He came a lot, like always and it was a warm
> greasy sensation, not really specific, but it was there. I could feel
> it and I loved it.
>
> "Oh God...Fuck..." He was panting above me, his cock jerking with
> every rapid beat of his heart.
>
> Steve's balls tightened and released over and over as his semen
> poured out in heavy jets to fill my rectum to overflowing. It was good
> for us, for both of us, and I wished he could stay in my ass like that
> forever, just pumping his cum into my body while I floated away on the
> pleasure of it.
>
> "I made you cum." I turned my head and giggled at him, seeing my
> boyfriend's face all pink and damp with sweat.
>
> "Oh yeah." He chuckled, moving his hips just slightly, working his
> cock back in forth in the hot gooey mess he'd made inside me.
>
> "I love you." I whispered and Steve lowered himself to me, giving
> me all of his weight so he could kiss me and I didn't mind.
>
> "I love you too, Kylie." He said and then his tongue filled my
> mouth and that kiss after was the very best part of it for me.
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "I can't believe I fell in love with the first white boy I ever
> kissed." I laughed lightly.
>
> "It was fate." Steve grinned at me and Natalie sighed, leaning on
> her elbow, smiling at us.
>
> "It's kind of romantic." The girl decided.
>
> "Yeah it is." I smiled back at my seventeen year old sister. "You
> have a boyfriend yet?"
>
> "Me?" Natalie rolled her eyes. "Figure the odds. There's three
> black boys in my school and they're all total geeks."
>
> "Heh." I laughed at that. "I had the same problem."
>
> "Hey did you see my new web page?" Natalie asked. "Nothing on it
> yet though."
>
> "Where is it?" I rolled my eyes because my sister had a new on
> every other week.
>
> "Friendster. Just look for madly.nata...@gmail.com." She said and
> smiled at Steve. "You can check it out too, if you want. Hook me up
> with some college guys."
>
> Steve grinned at her and I shook my head.
>
> "Nobody's gonna be hooking you up with any college guys, Nat." I
> said and nodded at Steve. "Right?"
>
> "Uh, right." He shrugged and rolled his eyes at Natalie.
>
> "Yeah, unless they're black?" Natalie gave me a look.
>
> "You should just find a boy you like." Steve suggested. "Who cares
> what color he is?"
>
> "You don't know our parents." Natalie laughed at him. "They're
> gonna freak out when they see you."
>
> "Oh yeah?" Steve made a little face and looked at me.
>
> "They're kinda..." I shrugged. "...Prejudiced."
>
> "More than kinda." Natalie sighed. "This guy at school, Jared?
> He's totally cool and he's always like asking me out, but if my
> parents even saw me talking to him they'd like ground me for a month."
>
> "That sucks." Steve decided and he had no idea how bad.
>
> "No kidding." Natalie nodded. "Kylie knows. She was the hottest
> girl in school and she couldn't even get a date to the prom."
>
> "Nat!" I frowned because that was a little embarrassing.
>
> "What?" My sister played with the short Afro she sported above her
> pretty heart shaped face. "It's true anyway."
>
> "Really?" Steve was looking at me again.
>
> "The guys who asked me were white." I sighed. "I asked my mom and
> dad, but...You know."
>
> "They wouldn't let you go to the prom," Steve almost smiled,
> "because your date was a white guy?"
>
> "Yeah." I nodded. "Pretty bad, huh?"
>
> "I'm gonna die if that happens to me." Natalie said. "I'll run
> away, I swear. It's not like I wanna marry a white guy, I just want to
> be normal!"
>
> "I wanna marry a white guy." I giggled.
>
> "Oh yeah?" Steve grinned at me.
>
> "Someday." I teased him. "If I ever meet the right one."
>
> "You two are getting married?" Natalie's big brown eyes got even
> bigger and I laughed.
>
> "No, come on." I said. "We've only been dating a couple months."
>
> "Nothing like a little pressure." Steve rolled his green eyes.
>
> "Heh." Natalie smiled at him and she was so cute sitting there. My
> sister really needed a boyfriend and I bet she was breaking some
> hearts at school.
>
> She looks a lot like me, but she was still growing too, or so she
> hoped. Natalie was a couple inches shorter maybe, and a bit thinner
> with smallish breasts and a tight little butt. Nice legs though, like
> mine, and Nat liked to show them off. She was wearing a short skirt
> that day at the mall, too short probably, and I wondered how she'd
> gotten out of the house wearing it. Our mom was pretty notorious for
> making us change our clothes three or four times before leaving the
> house and I wish I was kidding about that, believe me.
>
> "You guys are doing it too, huh?" Natalie grinned at me the way
> she does, showing us the tip of her little pink tongue.
>
> "Huh?" I blinked at her.
>
> "You and Steve." My sister looked at my boyfriend, like really
> gave him a look. "You guys do it all the time, I bet."
>
> "Uh, well." Steve turned just a little red. "Every chance we get."
>
> "Steve!" I gasped and I was still trying to figure out how to
> answer my sister. We'd never had enough serious boyfriends to talk
> about them like other sisters probably do.
>
> "God, I just wanna have sex." Natalie sighed.
>
> "Natalie!" I stared at her, a little shocked actually.
>
> "What?" She shrugged. "Come on...I'm seventeen already and I've
> hardly even been kissed!"
>
> "I thought you just wanted a boyfriend." I smiled despite myself.
>
> "Well, yeah." Natalie giggled. "That's sorta the point, right? So
> you can have sex?"
>
> "No!" I said, the same time Steve said, "Yeah."
>
> "Steve! You're not helping." I frowned at him and I don't know why
> this was freaking me out, but it did. I guess I just felt protective,
> you know. I'd never imagined my little sister having sex, but now...She
> was sitting right there in the Mall of America telling me about how
> she wanted it.
>
> "See?" Natalie wiggled her eyebrows at Steve. "He's not afraid to
> admit it."
>
> "He's a boy." I sniffed. "His opinion doesn't count."
>
> "What?" Steve laughed. "Thanks a lot."
>
> "Well, it's easy for you to say anyway, Kylie." Natalie told me
> seriously. "You got a boyfriend, I don't."
>
> "You can't just sneak out or something?" Steve wondered. "You
> know, meet your boyfriend around the corner, go someplace and hang
> out?"
>
> "Sneak out?" Natalie rolled her eyes. "I tried that twice already,
> both times I came back home and got grounded for a week."
>
> "Ouch." Steve nodded sympathetically.
>
> "I wasn't even doing anything either." Natalie sighed. "I was just
> going with some girlfriends from school."
>
> "I snuck out once." I said. "My mom drove me back and forth to
> school for two weeks."
>
> "What?" Steve laughed. "God, you make it sound like you grew up in
> a prison."
>
> "Heh." Natalie grinned. "No doubt. They're gonna ground Kylie when
> they meet you."
>
> "Yeah right." I waved her away.
>
> "What? You think dad's gonna keep paying for college so you can
> have a white boyfriend?" Natalie asked me and she had a point.
>
> "Ummm...Hmmm..." I frowned.
>
> "He's got some guy he wants you to meet, by the way." Natalie
> cleared her throat, glancing at Steve. "A black guy."
>
> "Oh, he's not setting me up again, is he?" I asked and this had
> been a new thing since I'd started college, my mom and dad playing
> matchmaker for me.
>
> "I'm not supposed to tell you, but next weekend, when you come
> home for their anniversary..."
>
> "Oh God." I frowned.
>
> "What?" Steve wondered. "You're supposed to meet someone?"
>
> "They're always trying to hook me up with a nice young black man."
> I said with a shrug. "This is like the fourth time. It never works."
>
> "His name is Rodney." Natalie said. "Dad likes him a lot."
>
> "Great." I sighed. "You met him?"
>
> "Rodney?" Steve was a little unhappy maybe and I knew better than
> to talk about other boys in front of a boyfriend, even if the other
> boy was totally meaningless.
>
> "Yeah." Natalie nodded at my question. "Dad gave him a job."
>
> "He did?" I blinked at that.
>
> "Yep." Natalie popped her P with a nod of her head.
>
> "What's that mean?" Steve wondered.
>
> "It means daddy likes him a lot." I laughed. "I don't care. I
> don't date black boys anymore."
>
> "Yeah right." Natalie giggled. "You don't like black guys at all?"
>
> "Not anymore." I stuck my tongue out at Steve. "White boys only!"
>
> "I'm going to get it on a t-shirt for her." Steve grinned at
> Natalie.
>
> "God!" Natalie gasped happily. "That would put mom in the
> hospital!"
>
> "I'll get you one too." Steve told my sister.
>
> "Oh yeah?" Natalie giggled at him. "Promises promises."
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "You sure you don't want me to come along?" Steve asked and it was
> Friday afternoon, the day before my parents' twentieth wedding
> anniversary, a big one.
>
> "No." I wrinkled my nose at him as I threw some clothes in my
> duffle bag. "I'm just gonna go tonight, help cook and get stuff set
> up, you know."
>
> "I can cook." Steve grinned at me, sitting on my bed and I knew he
> really wanted to have sex, but I was running late.
>
> "I know you can, baby." I stuck my tongue out at him. "If we're
> not careful you'll be cooking a bun in my oven too."
>
> "You should get on the pill." Steve said.
>
> "And you should remember to buy condoms." I giggled, but he had a
> point maybe. He wasn't a boy scout or anything.
>
> "Of course, maybe putting a bun in your oven isn't a bad thing!"
> He laughed, grabbing me as I passed by and pulling me to the bed,
> wrapping me up nicely with his strong arms and kissing me like he
> meant it.
>
> "You'd have to marry me then." I giggled a little breathlessly,
> sliding my nose along his.
>
> "Ohhh..." Steve teased me. "Introduce me to mom and dad and I'll
> start browsing jewelry stores."
>
> "God." I sighed. "I will, I promise."
>
> "But not this weekend, huh?" He gave me a petulant look.
>
> "It's their anniversary." I said, like that explained everything.
>
> "And you don't want to spoil it by bringing a white boy home,
> sure." He shrugged and let me go slowly.
>
> "I love you." I told him, not moving, but free now. "You know
> that, right?"
>
> "I know." He cleared his throat. "I just..."
>
> "Yeah." I nodded and then I got up. "When am I gonna meet yours?"
>
> "Thanksgiving, remember?" Steve smiled and that was just about a
> month or so away, and I did remember. I just wanted to hear it again.
> "I already told them you were coming."
>
> "It's gonna be cold." I smiled, going back to my packing, such as
> it was. I was just going thirty miles away for a weekend.
>
> "Duluth always is." Steve agreed. "But don't worry, I'll keep you
> warm."
>
> "Heh!" I grinned at him. "What's your parents gonna think of
> that?"
>
> "They know." He nodded. "I told them."
>
> "What?" I stared at him. "You told your parents we sleep
> together?"
>
> "Well..." He shrugged. "...I think they already figured that out when
> I told them I was in love."
>
> "You told them you're in love?" I rolled my eyes.
>
> "Yeah, I dunno." He grinned at me. "It slipped out."
>
> "Ohhh..." I shook my head feeling vaguely embarrassed, knowing his
> parents knew I had sex with their son. "It must be nice."
>
> "What's that, Kylie?"
>
> "Being able to tell your parents you love a girl, a black girl." I
> said. "They didn't say anything?"
>
> "Oh, well...I didn't tell them about that." Steve grinned.
>
> "What?" I gasped and he laughed.
>
> "I'm kidding, yeah of course I told them and no, they didn't say
> anything." Steve said. "They just said I'd better be a gentleman."
>
> "A gentleman, huh?" I smiled at that. "I'm gonna tell them about
> how you're being mean to me."
>
> "Heh!" Steve chuckled. "Uh-huh, thanks. I haven't been spanked in
> ten years, I'm due."
>
> "Yeah you are." I agreed, zipping up my bag. "Bad boy. Go buy some
> condoms. I need to beat the traffic."
>
> "Yeah, okay." Steve sighed and I crawled on top of him for one
> more kiss and a good hard squeeze of my ass. "Call me, okay?"
>
> "Yeah, right." I laughed, wriggling my butt beneath his hands. "I
> know you'll be partying with your buddies."
>
> "What? No..."
>
> "Just don't let me find out about it." I kissed him lightly. "I'll
> be seriously jealous!"
>
> "I love you." He kissed me again.
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "Hey hey!" I smiled, walking into the kitchen and the gang was all
> there.
>
> "Hi Kylie." My mom gave me a kiss and then I had to get kissed by
> her two sisters and my cousin Flora, and then my dad's sister and his
> niece Fauna and my grandma, of course, and her sister...
>
> You get the idea. It was wall to wall women, all related one way
> or another, and so they were all full of gossip...Mostly about me and my
> love life, as if I wasn't even there. They weren't exactly shy. The
> only one missing was Natalie and I looked around for her.
>
> "Where's Nat?" I asked mom and she shrugged.
>
> "Your sister wanted to stay out of the way." Mom said, making a
> little face. "She's spending the night with that Simmons girl."
>
> "Simmons?" I narrowed my eyes because I didn't know anyone by that
> name.
>
> "A black girl, don't worry." Mom said and that was her in a
> nutshell, thinking I'd even care what color Natalie's friends were.
>
> "Oh." I said, for lack of anything better.
>
> "They just moved into the neighborhood last summer." Mom
> explained. "Nice girl too and they have a son in the Marines, hmmm...A
> little older than you, but..."
>
> "Don't start mom." I laughed.
>
> "Do you have a boyfriend yet, Kylie?" One of my aunts asked and I
> shook my head.
>
> "You find a nice young man." Grandma decided.
>
> "A boy in medical school." One of my other aunts agreed.
>
> "That reminds me..." My mom said with a smile and I knew what was
> coming. "...Have you met Rodney yet?"
>
> "Uh, no. I don't think so." I said, going to work on a pie crust
> and knowing perfectly well that my mom knew I hadn't.
>
> "Well, he's a very nice young man!" My mom told me, giving me a
> little lifting of her eyebrows, which was a close to saying the man
> was sexy as she could get.
>
> "Uh-huh." I agreed.
>
> "Is that the accountant?" Flora asked and she was just a couple
> years older than me and looking for a husband of her own, since the
> husband she had was married to someone else.
>
> Flora was the black sheep of the family.
>
> "Yes." My mom said, giving the girl a frown to let Flora know she
> wasn't allowed near the man.
>
> "Ohhh...He's a hottie!" Flora giggled, missing my mom's signals
> intentionally. "I hope he's coming over."
>
> "Flora!" Her mom, my Aunt Daisy, gave the girl a look.
>
> "Flora, come over here and help me with this." My Aunt Violet said
> and she was Flora's aunt too. My mom's name is Rose and yeah, all
> three sisters were named after flowers by my grandma, whose name is
> Lily, actually. Grandma loves her garden, but I was glad I wasn't
> named after a plant. Flora got named after all of them, being the
> oldest granddaughter like she was. I thought it explained a lot.
>
> "Anyway," my mom said, getting back to the subject at hand,
> "Rodney will be here and he's so looking forward to meeting you."
>
> "I bet." I nodded and mom gave me a look. "I mean, sure, yeah."
>
> "We've told him all about you." Mom said, stating the obvious.
> "He's very nice."
>
> "Well, I'll have to say hello then." I agreed, because there was
> no other choice, but I knew he didn't know all about me. Nobody did,
> not in that house!
>
> I tried calling Steve later, but of course he wasn't answering his
> phone. He would be out with his friends and they were a nice enough
> bunch of guys. A bunch of wanna-be lawyers, so they all argued all the
> time, but not with me. I got along with them okay. Hopefully he'd stay
> out of trouble, well, of course he would. Steve loved me, right? He
> would just hit a party, drink some beer, have a good time and go back
> to his room and jerk off. I hoped. He better anyway, I thought to
> myself, but that was the problem with having a seriously good looking
> boyfriend...I was a little insecure, even though I knew I shouldn't be.
> It was just my lack of experience showing. That and the fact we'd only
> been together about six weeks, that wasn't very long, not really.
>
> I tried calling again an hour later. No answer and I frowned, but
> what could I do?
>
> The next day was the big day! My parents' anniversary and so that
> was a lot of fun. A lot of people were coming, friends and relatives,
> and I needed to get ready of course, but only after I called Steve.
>
> "Morning sleepyhead!" I giggled when I heard his mumbled hello.
> "What are you doing?"
>
> "Kylie?" He asked like I might be someone else. "Oh, Um...Sleeping.
> What are, uh, what's going on?"
>
> "What's going on?" My little radar was twitching and I frowned.
> "I'm calling you. Are you alone?"
>
> "What?" He asked, waking up now. "Well, yeah, of course. Why
> wouldn't I be?"
>
> "Oh...I dunno." I sighed and I was listening close, wondering if I'd
> hear a girl asking who was on the phone or something.
>
> "What's wrong, baby?" He almost laughed.
>
> "Nothing." I shook my head and chided myself for being so foolish.
> "I just miss you."
>
> "I miss you too." Steve said softly.
>
> "What did you do last night?" I wondered.
>
> "Oh, you know..." He sighed expansively. "Went out with the guys,
> watched the game on TV and drank too much beer."
>
> "No wild parties?" I asked with a soft giggle.
>
> "No, I was in bed by ten o'clock." Steve promised me and then I
> thought I heard a giggle.
>
> "What was that?" I demanded.
>
> "What was...What?" Steve asked slowly.
>
> "I thought I heard someone." I said feeling suspicious again.
>
> "Uh, no." He told me. "Nobody here but me. I'd know if there was."
>
> "Hmmm...But would you tell me?" I asked and Steve laughed.
>
> "Probably not." He said.
>
> "That doesn't make me feel better." I said softly.
>
> "Kylie...Don't be jealous, you got no reason to be." Steve told me
> gently.
>
> "I know, but..."
>
> "I only kiss black girls, remember?" Steve was smiling, I could
> hear it.
>
> "Hmph." I drew a deep breath, not sure if that made me feel better
> or not. There weren't a lot of black girls on campus, but there were
> some and...
>
> "Are you gonna invite me over?" Steve asked. "You could look into
> my eyes."
>
> "No!" I laughed and again, I felt bad about my thoughts.
>
> "Oh." He sounded disappointed.
>
> "I'll mention you..." I said, but that sounded kinda bad. "...I mean,
> I'll tell my mom that I sorta..."
>
> "Sorta what?" My boyfriend prompted me and then all that suspicion
> I'd felt turned into guilt and I frowned at myself.
>
> "I'll tell them, okay?" I promised. "I will...Somehow."
>
> "Hmmm, Kylie." Steve sighed and I knew he loved me.
>
> "I know." I swallowed hard. "I'm kind of a coward."
>
> "No, you do what you think is..." Steve was saying, but I cut him
> off.
>
> "I gotta go, Janisha! See ya later! Bye!" I hung up the phone
> quickly as my daddy stood next to me, his brow furrowed and the
> corners of his mouth turned down, and I blinked at him. I knew that
> look.
>
> "Talking to Janisha, huh?" Daddy asked and I nodded slowly.
>
> "Yeah, she uh...She's coming over and..."
>
> "I just saw her in the kitchen." Daddy busted me hard. "Who was
> that on the phone?"
>
> "Uh..." I smiled weakly. "...A friend of mine."
>
> "I see." Dad nodded. "A boy...Friend?"
>
> "He'ssssss...Yeah." I licked my lips. "He's a boy."
>
> "You didn't invite him over?" Daddy asked. "Maybe I'd like to meet
> this boyfriend of yours."
>
> "He's not really my boyfriend, daddy." I lied. "He's just...A friend
> who happens to be a boy."
>
> "One that you have to call at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning?"
> Daddy shook his head. "What am I paying for, Kylie? You go to college
> just so you can meet boys?"
>
> "Daddy!" I felt a little warm and I didn't want to argue with him,
> not anytime, but especially not on his anniversary.
>
> "I'm just wondering." He said. "This boy got a name?"
>
> "Uh, Steve." I nodded. "And if he ever does get to be my
> boyfriend, I'll bring him over, okay? I promise."
>
> "Hmph." Daddy didn't believe me.
>
> "I love you!" I kissed his cheek. "I gotta go downstairs."
>
> That had been a close call and if there was anything good about
> it, well, at least I'd told my dad that I knew a boy named Steve.
> Feeling happy about lying to him though, that was a stretch even for
> me and mostly I worried it over in my head while I helped get
> everything ready for the party.
>
> "Where have you been?" I asked Natalie as she sipped into the
> house and it was after eleven already, less than hour before the party
> was supposed to start.
>
> "Huh?" She blinked at me and I swear the girl was practically
> glowing, she looked so happy, but then she looked a little nervous.
> "At my friend's house, why?"
>
> "Cause we need help." I told her. "You shoulda been here a couple
> hours ago."
>
> "Oh, right, yeah." She giggled, looking all happy again and I
> wondered if she was high. "I guess I overslept."
>
> "What's got into you?" I wondered.
>
> "Into me?" She grinned and shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know!"
>
> "What?" I stared at her, but she was already skipping away, like
> bouncing off her toes towards the stairs and her bedroom upstairs.
>
> For a fleeting second I thought maybe she'd had sex. It was a
> ridiculous thought, but the way she looked so...Radiant! God! I'd seen
> girls who looked like that before, including myself in the mirror, and
> it was always the next morning, after a really good long night of hot
> sweaty nasty...Oh God! I felt my stomach tighten and I wondered if
> Natalie had been with a boy, with that guy from school she liked.
> Jared? Was that his name? I tried to remember.
>
> She must have been, or so it seemed to me. What else would explain
> her smile? Those shining eyes and that bounce to her step, like she
> was walking on clouds. She'd lost her virginity! To a white boy? She
> must have. That kid Jared, he was white, and I knew she didn't like
> any of the black boys at school. God! I hoped she was careful. I'd had
> sex a couple nights before, Thursday night with Steve, and we hadn't
> used any protection at all. I knew I wasn't ovulating, but it was
> still kind of scary to think about it afterwards. I hoped Natalie had
> been careful. Sometimes that first time, well, you know what I mean.
> Anytime. It's easy to forget a little thing like birth control when
> it's feeling really good.
>
> I followed my sister upstairs a minute or two later. It was time
> for me to get dressed anyway, I just hoped the skirt and blouse I'd
> packed hadn't gotten too wrinkled.
>
> "Hey, it's me." I knocked on Natalie's door cause she'd locked it
> and then I found out why.
>
> "Hi." She let me in and she was pretty naked, but that wasn't any
> big deal.
>
> "I'm gonna change in here." I said. "Flora and Fauna are in my
> room."
>
> "Cool." Natalie shrugged. "You think I need to wear a dress?"
>
> "Yeah." I giggled, watching as she stepped into a little pair of
> blue panties. "It's their anniversary."
>
> She really was growing up, all seventeen now and Nat looked good
> naked, even with her small tits and tomboy hips. She was a nice shade
> of brown too, a little darker than me, like my dad was, and she had a
> thin little bush between her legs. I was all shaved down there, mostly
> because of my bikini, but Steve liked it so I just kept it that way
> now. He liked that little girl look, he said.
>
> "Yeah, I guess so." Natalie shrugged, looking through her closet
> and wiggling her small black ass like she was listening to music only
> she could hear.
>
> "So...Tell me about it." I said with a grin, just so she'd know I
> wasn't mad or anything.
>
> "Tell you about what?" She looked over her shoulder, blinking at
> me.
>
> "Last night." I giggled. "You weren't at that friend's house, were
> you?"
>
> "Ummm..." She swallowed hard.
>
> "Who was he?" I asked, lowering my voice. "That Jared guy?"
>
> "Uh, yeah." She cleared her throat. "Him, yeah."
>
> "Did you guys use protection?" I asked, cause that was the first
> concern I had, really.
>
> Natalie was old enough to fuck if she wanted to, but I suppose if
> she'd been my daughter instead of my sister my opinion would have been
> a lot different. Our mom would freak for sure if she found out Natalie
> was having sex. She'd probably freak if she knew I wasn't a virgin
> anymore. That our boyfriends were white guys...Watch out!
>
> "How did you know?" Natalie asked me and she gave up on a dress
> and just sat down on the bed next to me.
>
> "Cause you look like it!" I laughed. "God, I thought you were
> stoned at first."
>
> "Oh." Natalie giggled. "Yeah, I dunno. It was just...Wow!"
>
> "Wow?" I laughed. "You sound like Steve."
>
> "I do?" She licked her lips and I nodded. "Uh, anyway, yeah. Um,
> we used condoms."
>
> "Condoms?" I narrowed my eyes. "Like, more than one?"
>
> "Well, they're not reusable, are they?" Natalie grinned at me.
>
> "I don't think so." I laughed. "I guess in an emergency...How many
> times did you do it?"
>
> "Three." Natalie bobbled her head happily. "It was way, way fun
> too!"
>
> "Three times?" I nodded. "I guess so. Did it hurt?"
>
> "A little at first, I dunno." My sister shrugged. "It wasn't bad
> like I thought it would be, you know? It just...Pinched a little and at
> first I was just getting used to it."
>
> "Uh-huh." I nodded.
>
> "He was huge too." Natalie leaned into me, grabbing my arm. "God
> like, I don't know. Huge!"
>
> "Yeah?" I laughed. "Like this?"
>
> I held my hands about eight inches apart maybe, which is how big
> Steve is, I think, and Natalie was nodding.
>
> "Yeah like that and I couldn't even get my hand all the way around
> it." She said. "It was like I was stuffed, you know? And he was
> touching something in my tummy, I don't know what, and I just saw
> stars and tweety birds and..."
>
> "Tweety birds?" I stuck my tongue out. "Did you cum?"
>
> "God yeah! All night long." She sighed happily. "He was so good
> too, he was like kissing me everywhere. I didn't have to do anything."
>
> "Yeah, that's nice, isn't it?" I smiled, feeling my body getting
> warm as I listened to her talk. Nat's dark puffy nipples were hard
> too, I noticed, like mine were getting.
>
> "I mean everywhere, Kylie." Natalie leaned close and we were
> already whispering, but now she put her lips to my ear. "He even
> licked my butt, like for an hour!"
>
> "What?" I gasped and giggled.
>
> "Yeah, is that weird or what?" She rolled her eyes. "But the
> weirdest part was how good it feels. Like I didn't want him to stop,
> you know?"
>
> "Yeah, I do know." I nodded. "Steve does that too. That's like his
> thing, licking my ass."
>
> "It sounds dirty." Natalie laughed. "But..."
>
> "It's hot." I agreed. "Must be a white boy thing."
>
> "Yeah, or something." Natalie nodded slowly. "I think he wanted to
> put his dick...You know, in my butt..."
>
> "Did you try it?" I asked my little sister and this was so
> strange, talking to her about anal sex.
>
> "No way!" Nat shook her head. "I got like the smallest butt in the
> world!"
>
> "Not that small." I teased her. "You got a nice ass."
>
> "That's what he said." Natalie sucked her lips and nodded. "He
> said I got a perfect little black ass for fucking."
>
> "Oh!" I laughed and she made a face and I think that was the first
> time I ever heard her use the 'F' word out loud.
>
> "Well, that's what he said." She cleared her throat.
>
> "I like it." I agreed. "I mean having sex...Back there."
>
> "Yeah." Natalie nodded, like that news didn't surprise her at all
> and I rolled my eyes. "I mean, well...Never mind."
>
> "You're so weird sometimes, Nat." I laughed at her and she was
> looking a little embarrassed.
>
> "I did suck it though." She admitted softly. "I mean, he wanted me
> to try and..."
>
> "You like it?" I asked, genuinely curious.
>
> "It tastes a little...Funny." My sister shrugged. "I mean the cum
> part."
>
> "He came in your mouth?" I stared at her and I hadn't let Steve do
> that with me yet.
>
> "Well, yeah." She grinned at me. "Why wouldn't I?"
>
> "I don't know." I shrugged. "I just..."
>
> "You never did it, huh?" Natalie smiled at me.
>
> "Not like, all the way." I admitted.
>
> "I did." She stuck her tongue out at me. "He told me when he was
> going to cum, in case I didn't, but I wanted to try it."
>
> "It was good though?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.
>
> "Yeah, it was like salty, kinda. Like...I don't know, sorta gooey
> too." She laughed. "It tasted good, it just felt weird."
>
> "Huh." I nodded, thinking maybe I'd do it, just once to see what
> it was like. If Natalie liked it then maybe it couldn't be that bad.
>
> "He showed me how to sixty-nine." Natalie told me. "That's why I
> did it mostly, cause he was sucking my pussy good!"
>
> "God!" I looked at my little sister and she was just seventeen,
> but she sounded a lot older suddenly.
>
> "Yeah, we did everything." She smiled. "He was really good at
> having sex."
>
> "I guess so." I shook my head. "He's just in high school huh?"
>
> "No...What?" Natalie blinked at me. "Oh, Jared, yeah. He is."
>
> "That's who you were doing it with, right?" I asked cause it
> almost sounded like it wasn't for a second there.
>
> "Yeah, oh yeah." My sister nodded quickly and looked away and I
> knew she was lying. She wasn't my little sister just once in awhile,
> I'd grown up with her and I could tell.
>
> "Okay, cool." I said, letting it go. It was her business anyway, I
> just hoped she was being careful with the guy. Anybody that knew that
> much about sex probably wasn't in the eleventh grade!
>
> "Uh, we better get ready." Natalie said and she was nervous now,
> probably knowing I was suspicious because she knew me too.
>
> "You just be careful okay." I told her sincerely. "Just respect
> yourself first, right?"
>
> "Yeah. I am, Kylie." She nodded and let me give her hug and a kiss
> on her cheek.
>
> "Okay." I nodded, but I was dying to know who was fucking my
> little sister. I wondered if he was really white or if he was black,
> cause now it could be anyone almost.
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> "Still coming up to Duluth with me next week, right?" Steve asked
> me and I nodded.
>
> "Yeah, I told my parents I was spending it with a friend." I
> agreed.
>
> "But not a boyfriend, huh?" Steve sighed.
>
> "Uhhh...Not a boyfriend, no." I admitted slowly and I was undressing
> while my boyfriend relaxed on his bed. It was only two in the
> afternoon and I was sorta skipping a class.
>
> "Hmmm..." He sighed, smiling at me and rubbing the bulge in his
> pants.
>
> "I missed you last night." I smiled at him, pulling my sweater
> over my head, drawing my breasts taut so they almost fell out of my
> bra.
>
> "Me too, baby." Steve grinned. "I gotta do those field trips
> though, you know."
>
> "Yeah, but two, three nights a week?" I pouted. "I'm gonna start
> thinking you have another girl."
>
> "I can barely handle you." Steve chuckled.
>
> He had been spending a lot of time at night court, of all things,
> since he was a law student. He needed to observe cases being tried and
> do reports or some such for his classes. I didn't know anything about
> that stuff; only that it kept him away from me far too often.
>
> "Oh yeah?" I stuck out my tongue. "You think you can handle me?"
>
> "Heh." Steve watched as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra and
> he eyed my swollen breasts happily, my long black nipples already hard
> for the man.
>
> "No?" I shook my head, dropping my bra and unzipping my skirt
> slowly, letting it fall around my feet so he could see the tiny pink
> thong I was wearing, brand new and just for him.
>
> "Get your black ass on the bed, Kylie." He sighed. "I'll handle
> you."
>
> "Ohhh..." I licked my lips, climbing onto the bed with a giggle. "I
> like the sound of that."
>
> "Take my cock out for me, slut." He told me and this was a game I
> liked a lot, being Steve's little black whore.
>
> "Are you gonna make me suck it again?" I asked, reaching for his
> pants.
>
> "You like it now, huh?" He grinned at me. "You got a taste for
> ball juice now."
>
> "I love your ball juice." I giggled and that was my newest fetish,
> eating Steve's hot salty sperm. It was just weird thinking that my
> little sister had turned me onto the idea.
>
> "Yeah, I know you do, Kylie." Steve nodded, lifting his hips as I
> pulled his pants down his long muscular legs. "All you black sluts
> love eating cum."
>
> "Oh yeah?" I tossed his pants aside and reached for his boxers.
> "You know a lot of black sluts?"
>
> "I know you." He reached for me, stroking my face and I turned my
> head so I could kiss his palm.
>
> "Hmmmm...There it is..." I sighed happily as Steve's big cock sprang
> free, slapping his belly like a jack-in-the-box as his underwear came
> down.
>
> "Yeah, get your mouth on it, bitch." My boyfriend whispered. "Get
> a good taste of my white cock."
>
> "I love your cock." I murmured, moving my mouth close and taking a
> lick across the swollen head. "Every inch of it."
>
> "Turn around, baby...Let me play with your ass..." Steve whispered and
> I ended up on my left side facing him with my legs spread, giving the
> man complete access to my shaved black cunt and tight little asshole.
>
> Steve pulled my thong aside and I moaned around his cock as I had
> three fat inches stuffed into my mouth. I was tickling it with my
> tongue, bobbing my head slowly up and down and wishing I knew the
> secret to taking all of it. I wanted to deep throat that monster. He
> was just too fat though, my fingers barely going around the shaft, and
> I jerked him off while I sucked the head mostly.
>
> My boyfriend didn't mind, he enjoyed it, and Steve was preoccupied
> with my pussy and ass anyway. He was fingering both of my holes
> gently, licking his fingers every now and again, rubbing my clit with
> his thumb until she was buzzing with excitement. I wriggled my hips
> and ass when I felt his fingers pushing inside me, one in my pussy,
> splitting the growing wetness there, and his long middle finger
> forcing it's way past the ring of my anus, into my hot rectum. It was
> good like that and I sucked my boyfriend even harder.
>
> "I want to fuck you, Kylie." Steve breathed and I pulled my mouth
> off his dick reluctantly, but I wanted him in my pussy too.
>
> I let him move me so that I was on my hands and knees and I
> shivered with pleasure when his cock rubbed across my hungry sex. My
> labia were plump and dark, the interior of my cunt glistening all pink
> and juicy. I spread my smooth brown thighs, thrusting back with my
> pelvis so that my pussy was wide open and ready for him. I'd missed
> this the previous evening and I wondered at how spoiled I'd become
> when I could barely go a day without my lover's thick white cock
> inside me.
>
> "Do you have a rubber?" I asked him.
>
> "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, not in your pussy." He laughed.
> "Relax."
>
> "Ummmm..." I sighed, biting my lip uncertainly. "...Just be careful."
>
> "Shhhh..." Steve whispered, pushing forward slowly and splitting my
> black cunt wide around his prick with one long push.
>
> "Oh Steve!" I winced slightly as he touched the deepest parts of
> my sex, the head of his cock finding the entrance to my womb and it
> always sent a little jolt of pleasurable pain through me.
>
> "Like that, bitch?" Steve asked, bending his body over mine and
> reaching for my heavy tits as they fell low from my body.
>
> "God yeah!" I breathed, feeling his hands gripping my tits and
> squeezing me hard, the way I liked it.
>
> He was pumping me slowly, working his cock in and out of me while
> he pinched and pulled at my nipples, tugging them down like he was
> milking a little black cow. My pussy was clamped tightly around his
> prick and it wasn't going to be long before he made me cum like that.
> Steve always knew how to fuck me right and I turned my head, wanting
> his kiss and he gave it to me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth,
> moaning as my boyfriend worked his pelvis in a circle, not moving in
> and out so much just then, but more like he was stirring all those
> fuck juices up inside me. Natalie thought her boyfriend was a good
> fuck, but she had no idea. Steve was making me crazy!
>
> My clitty throbbed and my nipples burned and I was shivering as I
> had a nice little orgasm, making me grind my ass back hard, my whole
> body tense and tingling with the pleasure of it. I was being loved,
> held tightly and fucked sweetly and loved. It was all I wanted in the
> whole world and I surrendered completely. My quivering sex spasming
> around Steve's cock and just feeling him unsheathed within me,
> bareback with his cockhead reaching towards my fertile womb was making
> it special.
>
> "Ohhh fuck...We gotta do something else, Kylie." Steve whispered and
> we were both hot and gasping for air.
>
> "Don't cum inside me." I reminded him weakly and Steve was already
> pulling out of my pussy. I wasn't really ovulating, my period had just
> ended a few days before, but there was always the risk, however
> unlikely.
>
> "I know." He said and my boyfriend adjusted his aim slightly,
> making me groan with surprised joy as I felt his cock suddenly
> stabbing into my unprepared asshole.
>
> "Fuck!" I shut my eyes tightly, grabbing the sheets and trying to
> relax as he forced his fat dick inside my dry ass.
>
> "Take it, slut...Give me that sweet black ass of yours!" Steve
> groaned, taking my hips in his strong hands as I moved around, trying
> to make up my mind if I wanted to fuck him back, or get away.
>
> At least his cock was nice and wet with my orgasm now and it
> wasn't really painful. I was used to having my ass fucked by then, but
> usually I was a little more ready for it. Still, after the initial
> discomfort, the pain went away and I just started feeling good all
> over again. Steve knew how to use that cock of his and he worked my
> asshole over nicely, sliding his cock inside slowly and then pulling
> back out, completely at times. Just so he could see my sphincter
> stretch around his cockhead when he pushed it back inside, I think.
>
> "There...Oh that's good...Fuck my nigger ass hard..." I breathed and I
> was into it finally, pushing myself back and rolling my ass around as
> I did all the work.
>
> "Yeah, slut...Fuck my dick, love that white cock with your ass."
> Steve told me and he wasn't even holding onto me anymore. He was just
> watching as I worked my asshole back and forth along the long white
> shaft that impaled me.
>
> "Uh-huh...Oh yeah...Fuck me...Huh...Fuck me good..." I was nodding, shoving
> myself back hard enough that the soft sweaty slap of my ass meeting
> his body filled the small room.
>
> "Ah fuck...I love your ass, baby...That sweet nigger ass of yours,
> Kylie!" Steve groaned and he was close. "Move...Move, turn around!"
>
> "Wha...Oh...Yeah..." I giggled and blinked at him, not understanding at
> first, not until Steve was pushing and pulling me.
>
> "In your mouth, slut!" Steve groaned, holding his cock with his
> right hand and grabbing a fistful of my thick black heir with his
> left.
>
> I opened mouth just as he started cumming, my boyfriend jamming
> his dick between my tightly stretched lips and I was flooded with his
> semen. It was hot and thick and salty and I was swallowing as fast as
> I could while Steve pumped his cock with his fist. He was shooting too
> much and it spilled out of my mouth, squeezing past the corners of my
> lips to run down my chin. I loved eating his cum, so much that I
> didn't even think about how his cock had just been balls deep in my
> asshole. I didn't care, all I could taste was Steve's delicious ball
> juice and I was getting a real tummy full now.
>
> "Hmmm...Fuck, Kylie..." Steve grinned at me a few minutes later,
> sitting back all red faced and happy while I licked his dirty cock
> clean.
>
> "Am I a good little slut?" I asked him with a smile and my
> boyfriend nodded slowly.
>
> "You're a beautiful little slut." Steve told me. "My cum eating
> whore."
>
> "Heh." I licked my lips and moved up his body so he could hold me,
> give me that after sex snuggle Steve was so good at. My boyfriend was
> the complete package and I was in love.
>
> He even kissed me, not caring that I'd just sucked his balls dry
> and swallowed his fresh load. He loved me too and calling me all those
> names, his slut and whore and nigger, none of it meant anything except
> that I wanted to be his completely. That was how we did it, how I told
> him I'd do anything he wanted in our bedroom. I'd be the nastiest slut
> in the world and love every second of it if it made him happy.
> Everywhere else, Steve treated me like princess. What girl could ask
> for more than that?
>
> "You got me all squishy now." I giggled, reaching back to feel my
> asshole leaking his sperm.
>
> "Here...Let me fix this..." Steve grinned and I rolled my eyes while
> he adjusted my thong, pulling it back into place so the thin pink back
> of it barely covered my tender anus.
>
> "Thanks." I kissed his chin and rolled my eyes.
>
> "No problem." He nodded. "Even a slut has to keep her modesty."
>
> "Yeah." I hugged Steve tightly, putting my cheek against his chest
> and listening to his heart.
>
> "Hey, uh..." He looked down at me. "...Did Natalie talk to you?"
>
> "Natalie?" I looked up at him. "About what?"
>
> "I mentioned to her that we were going up to my parents for
> Thanksgiving and she wondered if she could come along too."
>
> "You mentioned it to her?" I sat up a little, feeling confused.
> "When?"
>
> "Last week, I guess." Steve shrugged.
>
> "You talked to her last week?"
>
> "Email, yeah." Steve smiled. "I went to her website, that
> Friendster one, remember?"
>
> "Uh...Okay." I narrowed my eyes and I sorta remembered. "So what?"
>
> "Well, I emailed her, you know, just to say hi." Steve chuckled.
> "And she emailed me back and so...I dunno, we've been emailing almost
> everyday."
>
> "For a month?" I blinked at him.
>
> "It hasn't been that long, has it?" Steve said. "But yeah, she's
> really sweet. I like her a lot."
>
> "My sister." I said. "You've been talking to my sister for a month
> and you never mentioned it?"
>
> "I thought she did." Steve smiled. "Anyway, what's wrong with
> that?"
>
> "I don't know." I said and I really didn't. "Nothing I guess, it's
> just...Weird."
>
> "Well, there's nothing weird about Natalie." Steve told me. "She's
> pretty cool."
>
> "Yeah." I put my head back down. "So, um, what do you guys talk
> about? In your emails?"
>
> "About you mostly." Steve chuckled and I looked up sharply. "Well,
> what do you expect?"
>
> "What do you say about me?" I asked, deciding I kind of didn't
> like this very much.
>
> "Good things." Steve kissed my forehead. "And I told her I was
> bringing you up to meet my parents and Natalie wants to come along."
>
> "I don't know if..." I frowned. "...What would your parents say?"
>
> "About what?" Steve asked with a smile. "She's your sister, not a
> total stranger."
>
> "Yeah but they don't even know me." I sighed.
>
> "They're gonna love you, Kylie." Steve promised. "Natalie too,
> come on. She needs a break."
>
> "She does, huh?" I sucked my lips and wondered just how close
> Natalie and Steve were now.
>
> "Yeah." My boyfriend nodded. "You should spend more time with her
> anyway, you know? She's all alone at home, going to school. She's not
> a kid."
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> "I mean she's seventeen." Steve told me. "She's growing up, that's
> all. She misses you. This will be fun, the three of us spending a
> weekend together."
>
> "With your parents." I reminded him.
>
> "Well, yeah." He laughed. "But they go to bed early."
>
> "What?" I giggled. "What does that have to do with anything."
>
> "I dunno." Steve grinned at me. "I'm just saying, me you and
> Natalie...Come on! It'll be fun."
>
> "You just want to have two girls, huh?" I teased him. "Like one
> isn't enough?"
>
> "One of you is enough for any man." Steve kissed me. "But your
> sister is definitely, seriously cute."
>
> "Oh, don't go there!" I warned him with a laugh. "She's my
> sister."
>
> "That's part of the attraction." Steve said softly and then he was
> kissing me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth and I didn't get a
> chance to wonder aloud what he'd meant by that.
>
> =-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=
>
> The hard part was convincing my parents to let Natalie come with
> me. They really couldn't say no if I wanted to go, but she was still
> just seventeen and so it was up for some intense discussion. Mostly
> they wanted to know who we were going with, obviously, and telling
> them it was a white boy wasn't gonna get anything but a definite no
> for an answer.
>
> So I did what any big sister would...I lied.
>
> "You're a bad influence." I chided Natalie as she packed some
> stuff for the trip.
>
> We were going up Wednesday afternoon and coming back Sunday night,
> a long weekend away from home, and Natalie was excited. More so than I
> might have expected her to be, and I started thinking maybe Steve was
> right about her and how she needed a break from our mom and dad. I
> know I certainly needed one from time to time and so I felt a little
> guilty that my sister had gone through my boyfriend to ask me, like
> she was shy or something.
>
> "Yeah." Natalie stuck her tongue out at me. "I'm a bad girl."
>
> "Shhh...Don't let mom and dad hear you." I grinned, flopping on my
> sister's bed. "They can still change their minds."
>
> "Mmmm...I know. We gotta get out of here quick." Natalie giggled as
> she sorted through her underwear drawer.
>
> "What are you bringing?" I asked, watching as she pulled out some
> lacy panties in red. "Mom know about those?"
>
> "Are you crazy?" Natalie laughed. "Ahhhh..."
>
> She pulled out a matching bra and it was half a bra at the most,
> not intended for high school girls, that's for sure. The lingerie set
> was fire engine red and pretty much see through and I wondered where
> my sister had gotten it. A few seconds later I was wondering why she
> was even bringing it.
>
> "My boyfriend bought underwear for me." She whispered with a
> little grin. "Pretty awesome, huh?"
>
> "Yeah." I nodded. "I never had a boyfriend buy me anything like
> that."
>
> "Steve doesn't buy you stuff?" Natalie looked at me and I
> shrugged. "Well, yeah, but not like red panties."
>
> "He should." Natalie decided seriously. "I'll tell him."
>
> "What?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't say a word, Nat. I'll tell my
> boyfriend if I want something, okay?"
>
> "Yeah, okay." She shrugged. "But he's not a mind reader, you
> know."
>
> "Uh-huh." I nodded.
>
> I watched her dig out more clothes, her best and sexiest clothes
> for the most part, not that Natalie had a lot of sexy clothes to pick
> from. It soon became apparent to me though that my little sister did
> have a stash, you know? A little black miniskirt, some pink short-
> shorts, a sheer white blouse...I know mom didn't know about that stuff.
>
> "When did you become an expert on my boyfriend anyway?" I
> wondered.
>
> "Steve?" Natalie giggled and I thought she sounded nervous. "Oh, I
> dunno. We talk a lot, he told you about that right?"
>
> "Yeah." I said and I'd already asked her a bit about their emails,
> but Natalie hadn't said much.
>
> "He's so cool." Natalie drew a breath.
>
> "That's what he says about you." I told her.
>
> "Yeah?" Natalie nodded. "I know he likes me."
>
> "Well, he's a nice guy." I sighed, wondering why I was feeling
> twitchy all of a sudden.
>
> "Not as much as he likes you, maybe, but..." Natalie giggled and I
> lifted my head.
>
> "What do you mean by maybe?" I asked and then felt immediately
> stupid as my sister turned her innocent brown eyes on mine.
>
> "Huh?" She asked and I just lay back down, feeling bad because I
> was jealous of my boyfriend emailing my sister.
>
> "Nothing." I said. "I'm just...I dunno."
>
> "Jealous? You don't have to be." Natalie told me and she really
> did know me good. "He loves you a lot."
>
> "Does he?" I wondered, looking at the ceiling. My sister had
> posters on it, like Chili Peppers and Black Eyed Peas. Snoop Dog was
> smiling at me and I smiled back.
>
> "Oh yeah." Natalie giggled. "It makes me a little jealous."
>
> "What?" I turned to look at her and she just shrugged.
>
> "I just wish someone would love me like that, you know." Natalie
> said. "It's gotta be nice, huh?"
>
> "What about your boyfriend?" I asked. "He loves you right? He's
> buying you underwear."
>
> "Yeah." Natalie laughed. "He loves me, but he's kinda...Attached."
>
> "Attached." I rolled onto my side so I could face her directly.
> "What do you mean? He's married?"
>
> "No!" Natalie wrinkled her nose at me. "He's just...Got a
> girlfriend."
>
> "Well..." I shrugged. "...Do you love him?"
>
> "Oh yeah." She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "More than
> anything."
>
> "Do what I'd do then." I grinned at her.
>
> "What's that?" My sister asked.
>
> "Break them up!" I giggled. "Steal him away and don't give him
> back."
>
> "Heh!" She stuck her tongue out, rolling her eyes. "I wish!"
>
> "If he ain't married, he ain't that attached, believe me." I said,
> as if I knew anything on the subject.
>
> I had to be insane giving my little sister advice like that when I
> didn't even know the guy in question. It was just fun anyway though,
> or so I told myself, and Natalie was old enough to know what she was
> doing. Or at least she knew as much as me and so I doubted she'd take
> anything I had to say too seriously anyway.
>
> "Nah, I couldn't do that to her." Natalie said after a few minutes
> and she was about done packing her stuff.
>
> "Why's that?" I asked, getting off the bed. "You know her or
> something?
>
> "Yeah." My sister smiled at me as we stood face to face. "She's a
> friend of mine."
>
> I blinked hard at that, but it was time to go and all I could do
> was try and remember who Natalie's friends were, and which one of them
> could possibly have a boyfriend worth stealing. I couldn't think of
> anyone though and it was going to bother me until I could talk to her
> about again. I hate little puzzles like that, but they are sorta fun.
>
> end of Part 1
> To be Continued
>
> Written for Martin Luther King Day - Jan 21 2008
>
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