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   Her white father was the pastor of a conservative Presbyterian church.
Calvinistic.
   She was a good young white woman, an adult teenager.
   Most importantly, she was a white virgin who never had any serious dates
in her young life.
   I knew then that I wanted to make her my white slave forever.
   I wanted her to love me though, for who I was.
   So, I joined the church and participated in all sorts of ministry
activities.  I am a very patient man, and over a few years, got to really
know her and her father well.  Her father respected me as a man, and she
absolutely adored me.
   However, as I got to know her, I slowly fell in love with her.  I no
longer wanted her as a slave, but as a loving wife whom I would really care
for, and truly take care of her tender soul.
   After two and a half months, I asked her father's hand in marriage, he
agreed, and then I asked her if she and I could privately pray together, as
we usually did.  She agreed, and she opened her Bible to the chapter I
recommended her to pray from.  When she was opened it, her mouth gaped open
when she saw the ring that I had carefully placed there.  She started
smiling and crying with joy at the same time.  Then she wrapped me in a
tearful embrace.
   After the wedding, I took her out to a quiet, romantic dinner by the
seashore.  We waltzed, and then I drove her to my home, her new home
forever.  When, I closed the door behind her in the bedroom, I locked it.
   "I love you, Sarah," I said, "and I want you to only sleep with me when
you feel like it.  You don't have to have sex tonight if you don't want to.
I want your first time to be magical."
   She placed her head in her hands and started crying, even shivering as
she cried.  I asked her what was wrong, when she looked up, her eyes were
filled with tears and yet, she had a warm smile.
   "I never thought I would marry a man who loved me for me," she
whispered.
   Then, grateful, she started to strip for me, and when she got down to
her bra and panties, quietly begged me to remove them for her, she said she
wanted to be taken.
   I obliged.
   I inserted my penis into her dry vagina, with the help of her gentle,
caressing hands.  I slowly pushed in and out, in and out, and she was ready
to orgasm after fifteen minutes.  I finally got to her hymen.
   "Please take me.  I love you," she said.
   I drove in and broke the barrier that she had saved since she was a
little girl.  Now that she was mine, I drove all the way into her, up to
her cervix and could feel the tip of my penis gently rubbing against her
warm, tight cervical tissues.
   Finally, as I pushed the tip of my penis into the opening that the
cervix created when I pushed into it, she started to orgasm and I started
sucking on her virgin nipples, drawing them in and out of my mouth in a
gentle, but firm, fashion.
   She came and I felt her juices trickling down my penis.  Before they
leaked out of her pussy, I shot thick cum right into her womb.  She felt it
land not only in her precious womb, but also travel up her fallopian tubes
into her ovaries.  She felt the metamorphosis in those few seconds:
changing from a young virgin teen into a fully used woman.
   I then held my good Christian in my arms.  I kept sucking her nipples as
if I would die if I stopped.  Then, I blasted my last jism in her and
ordered her to stay still until I got soft.
   She felt the cum fill up her womb to the brim, and then flow up her
fallopian tubes, and then completely fill both her ovaries until they
swelled, each about to burst with cum.
   I held her and kissed her.  I knew that she would be my wife forever.
   
  
Presbyterian Teen