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"Kenya & Ben" (fm:interracial)

6/9/2006

It was December 4, 2004, one of the coldest days of the year,
and I was
already an hour and a half late. I finally located the motel
room where
he said he would be and knocked on the door. 10 seconds went
by then 30
then a full minute and no one answered. "Where the
fuck is he?" I
muttered to myself and blew into my hands before I knocked
again. I
looked at the sign of the motel and cursed myself silently.
I told him
the wrong place. I meant to say Super 8 instead of Glenwood
Inns and
now would have to walk about 15 minutes down the street.
I thought to
myself, "You know, you could always go home, "
but by this point, I was
too far gone. Plus, he was waiting for me. And I hate to disappoint

what I was hoping would be a good lover.


Who was he? His name was Ben and I had met him on one of those
phone
chat lines about 3 months previously. When we got into a
private chat,
I thought he was a nice enough guy and his free trail was almost
over
so I gave him my home phone number and told him to call me right
back.
Some guys say they will and never do, and others you wish
you never
gave your number to. He was different. He had a vibe about
him that
let me know he was a pretty sincere guy and was just looking
to talk
and have fun, nothing serious. Which was good because I
wasn't looking
for anything serious. The last few relationships I had
been in ended
up with me getting very hurt and I didn't want to get
burned again. I
hung up the phone and about 2 minutes later it rang. I answered
and it
was him. That one phone call changed my life forever.


We started getting to know each other for real, known of
that
unimportant nonsense that people exchange on the chat
line. He called
himself Al (half of his middle name) and he didn't want
to tell me his
real first name until he knew I was honest and not some crazy
bitch
that he'd invite over and won't leave (another
day, another story).
He told me about where he was from, his family, what it was
like when
he was growing up. I asked him age and he easily bypassed
that question
by asking me things about myself. I told him my name was Alisha
( not
my real name but I wanted to make sure he wasn't crazy
either) and that
I was 18 and told him about my siblings and family life as
well. It
was a nice, normal conversation which is something I hadn't
had in a
while from the freaks that I thought I could trust to give
my number.
They always wanted to talk about sex, which was fine because
most times
I did too. But after they had gotten their jollies, which
was usually
after only about 10 minutes of talking, all of a sudden they
remembered
something had come up and they had to quickly get off the
phone. If
they did call me again, which they usually did, I've
give them some
bogus excuse to get off the phone and dismiss them. I am not
one to be
dumped once someone has gotten their fill and they needed
to know that.
But I digress.


This meet-and-greet session lasted about 2 hours and as
it wound down I
finally asked him the question that I had been dying to ask
since the
conversation began. "Will you make me cum?"
He chuckled softly and
told me I wasn't shy and began to let the hot, dirty words
roll softly
off his tongue and into my ear, down my chest and through
my fingers
which were working overtime on my clit. I mumbled softly
as he
described how he'd eat my pussy and lick me from head
to toe, stop at
all the obligatory spots and just some hot spots like my
neck and belly
button. He capped it off by telling me how he'd thrust
his big, white
cock in and out of my tiny pussy, making my cunt suck his cock
so hard,
and having me splash thick creamy cum down his dick until
it coated his
balls. I came so hard I thought that I was going to pass out.
I had
never met him or even seen his face and this man had already
taken me
to heights I'd never thought possible. It was incredible.
I slowly
floated back down to Earth and asked him if he had cum himself.
I had
become so wrapped up in my quest to achieve that ultimate
orgasm that I
hadn't even bothered to make sure he achieved the same.
He said he had
and couldn't wait to do it again. We said our good-byes
and hung up
and I fell into a deep but very pleasant sleep.


For the next two weeks we talked almost everyday, and each
conversation
ended with me covering my hand and bed with hot, sticky girl
cum. He
told me how much he enjoyed our phone meeting but really
wanted to meet
me in person. I had met a few other gentlemen before him online
so it
wasn't such an outrageous request. After all, we had
exchanged so much
information about ourselves to one another that it was
only reasonable
to want to see the face that matches the voice that you're
spending so
much time with. I told him I wanted to do the same and we agreed
that
we would do it soon. But before that, he was going to take
a trip to Ohio to visit his mother and after that, he promised
me we'd get
together. He told me he would be gone for about 4 days but
the weekend
after that, he wanted to meet me.


The next weekend rolled around and I called him. He didn't
answer, so I
left a message. Three days passed by and I had called him
a few more
times, and still didn't get a response. I was disappointed
and my
feelings were a little hurt. So many questions started
rattling off in
my head. Did he find a new girlfriend? Was he bored of me and
didn't
want to talk anymore? Was he dead? I didn't have any
of the answers
and didn't know where to begin to answer them so I just
let it go and
hoped that maybe, in time, he'd finally get the balls
to call me back
and tell me what was going on with him.


About another month passed and there was still no word and
I had all but
completely forgotten about him. I was hoping that I'd
at least get one
more courtesy call telling me he had gone back to his wife
or something
and that we couldn't talk anymore. I would've
understood that a lot
better then just not knowing what was going on at all. I started

stewing a little in the anger that was building in his disregard
for my
feelings when one Saturday mid-morning, the phone rang.
I picked up, a
bit ticked because at that time of the morning it was either
my mother
or telemarketers, and I didn't want to here from either.



"Hello?" "Hello. May I please speak to
Alisha?" "This is she. Who is
this?" "Ben." "Who?" "Ben.
Oh, Al."

My heart skipped a beat. I had been waiting for this phone
call for over
a month, but I really didn't expect it to come. I was
so excited I
wanted to jump off the bed. I calmed myself down enough to
try to
enjoy the conversation but couldn't stop the irritation
I was feeling
from seeping into my voice. After we did the pleasantries,
I
immediately began inquiring about where he'd been
the past month. I
told him about how I'd been calling him (I'm sure
he knew from the
messages I'd left him) and how I was upset that he didn't
respond back.
He gave me some cock-and-bull story about how his phone
had gotten
shut off and he lost my number for awhile and he had just found
it and
blah, blah, blah. At that point, it didn't matter anymore.
I was just
happy that I was finally able to talk to him again and didn't
want to
scare him off with a jealousy that was unfounded. Afterall,
we weren't
dating and he didn't have any ties to me, but I felt a
sense of
ownership over him that was ridiculous. We started our
usual dialogue
once again and this continued until the end of November.
Once again,
the question of when we could finally see each other face-to-face

arose. This time, I was a little cautious. What if I met him
and he
just disappeared again? I'd be very hurt and would
probably never
speak to him again. On the other hand, there was the chance
that we
could see each other and get a good relationship going or
at least have
a really good fuck buddy. That possibility outweighed
all my other
rational senses. I agreed to meet him but told him since
I didn't have
a car, he'd have to come to my side of town. He told me
that was fine
and that I would just have to tell him where we would meet
or he could
come pick me up from my house. I was already cutting it thin
by
agreeing to meet him and didn't want to press my luck
by telling him
where I lived just yet. I explained to him how to get to my
house,
which motel I wanted this rendezvous to commence at and
what time to
meet me. All this would happen in one week's time.


The Saturday of our agreed upon meeting date couldn't
come soon enough.
I talked to him earlier in the day and he described all the
things he
wanted to do to me. I was still feeling a little hesitant
of going to
see him but figured if I was really afraid he was going to
do
something, I could always take a weapon. Even if he kills
me, I was
going to do my damndest to fuck him up. I picked out my outfit,
which
was nothing but jeans and a T-shirt, and picked out my sexiest
pair of
panties that I just knew would turn him on. I decided against
wearing
a bra because after all, I was trying to make sure he wanted
to cum in
his pants before I even walked through the door. He told
me he liked a
girl who was shaved but a hairy pussy was just as good. Even
though I
was young, I was by no means stupid and got the hint that he
wanted a
clean working space.


I waited until later in the evening when I was sure once and
for all
that I was going to go and got out my three trustee sidekicks:
Mr. Snip
(the scissors), Mrs. Gillette (the razor) and Mr. Colgate
(the shaving
cream). I took off my pants and panties and sat on the edge
of the bath
tub, my legs spread wide waiting from the hair removal procedure
to
begin. I turned on the water and got it going until it was
nice and
warm and poured the water over my soon- to-be-smooth pussy.
It had
been about 3 months since my last good "date"
and the jungle had gotten
out of control. There wasn't as much hair down there
that it looked
gross, but it definitely looked like the bush of a 1972 porn
star. I
started off by cutting the hair as far down as I could get
to my skin
without cutting myself and then let the real work begin.
For the next
45 minutes, I shaved until I was as smooth as the day I was
born. I
even went against the grain to make sure I had gotten everything.
If
he was going to eat me (something I had never had done to me
very
well), I wanted him to enjoy his meal. After clearing out
the forest,
I shaved anything else I didn't want him to be disgusted
by (my
armpits, which is something I do shave often) and took a
nice hot
shower, making sure I smelled minty fresh for my hopeful
lover. I
stepped out of the shower and looked at myself, knowing
that I was
going to have a nice hard fuck date. And if he couldn't
do the job,
which was something I wasn't worried about at all,
then I could always
come home and finish the job myself. By the time I finished
putting on
lotion to make sure my skin was nice, smooth, and smelling
magically
delicious, it was almost 11 and I was just 2 hours away from
ending my
dry spell.


He lived about an hour away from me, so he told me he'd
leave before 12
and should be at the motel exactly at 1. When he got a room,
he'd
call me and tell me where he was and at that point I would sneak
out
and go meet him. When he called me to tell me he was leaving,
I got
dressed, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair and laid in bed,
feeling my
panties getting moist in anticipation of meeting my new
hopeful white
lover. Like I said before, I had met other guys offline but
I just
knew in my bones that he was going to change all of that and
I just
couldn't wait to see how much. I couldn't wait
to hear the phone ring
again because I knew that it would be him and I didn't
want to lose a
moment going to see him. I started drifting off into my fantasy
and
almost thought I could feel him touching me all over my little
ebony
teen body. I couldn't wait.


Everything was going according to plan except for one thing,
my sister
just wouldn't go to sleep. It was easy to bypass her
room except for
the fact that if I were to open the door, since her room was
right at
the top of the stairs, she'd be able to see it. I had two
hours and
thought by the time 12:30 rolled around, she be knocked
out. This
wasn't the case at all. At 12, the band featuring on
SNL was about to
do their 1st set and she turned up the volume. At 1:30, I could
here
her humming along to the music coming from the T. V. as she
watched yet
another pansy Disney movie. At 2, the click-click of the
button of her
fan echoed in the hallway as she tried to get it to focus on
her just
right. I almost wanted to burst into her room and tell her
to take her
ass to sleep but I knew that if I did that, I definitely wouldn't
be
able to go see Ben. Finally, at 2:15, I heard her muting the
T. V.
signaling that she was about to go to sleep. I waited another
10
minutes in the room across the hall from hers, fully dressed
with my
jacket on and my shoes awaiting me, and slowly began my descent
down
the stairs, careful to avoid the steps that I knew would
creak. I was
so determined to not alarm her that I hadn't even put
on my shoes yet.
I wanted to wait until I was outside, in case I got caught
going
downstairs. That way I could just say I was going into the
kitchen and
was cold in my room. After all, it was December and very cold
outside.
Besides, I had done much weirder things before without
being up to no
good so it wasn't that much of a stretch. I slowly and
meticulously
opened both the main door and our iron screen door, making
sure that
the squeak of the doors emoted couldn't be heard in
her room. The cold
air rushed into the house and slapped my face, almost causing
me to
yell out some curse word. I stepped out on the front porch,
taking
every step deliberately, and pulled the doors shut behind
me. Closing
the doors, I stood still for about 2 minutes, once again
making sure
that she didn't hear anything. I quickly put on my sneakers,
tied them
tight, started down the steps, going through the woods
towards my
destiny.


I walked through the apartments behind my house briskly,
turning around
every so often making sure that no one was following me.
This was the
quickest way to get to the main road and I knew that I had to
hurry to
make up for the time that I had already lost waiting for my
sister to
go to sleep. A couple of cars passed by me, thankfully none
of them
slowing down so that the greasy, perverted men inside could
ask me
where I was going and if they could give me a ride. I made it
to the
main road and started walking up the street towards the
gas station.
Directly across from there was the Super 8 motel that I thought
I told
him to meet me but I was very wrong. This brings my back to
the
beginning of my story.


After I realized my error, I walked back to the street and
started
walking again. The walk wasn't far at all but as cold
as it was, it
seemed to take forever. I didn't live in a bad neighborhood,
but like
many pretty good neighborhoods, crazy ass people usually
came out at
night. In the case that one of them or Ben got out of line,
I was
prepared to do something with the knife that I had in my pocket.
I was
a tiny knife, with a blade that was only about 2 inches long,
but when
it cut you, it hurt like a son of a bitch. I knew. I had cut myself

once or twice with that thing and it was no joke. I crossed
the bridge
that went along the highway and passed the gas station on
the other
side just fine before I met my first crazy. Some guy asked
me if I
wanted to stop and talk and told me he'd take me home
where I'd be
warm. He seemed to have been drinking and was with a friend
so I really
wasn't trying to hear. I pulled up my hood and walked
right past them
without giving him a response, speeding up my walk. I heard
him
calling me an ugly bitch as he and his friend continued their
walk in
the opposite direction. By now, it was after 2:30 AM and
I hadn't
called Ben before I left. I didn't want to jinx anything
by staying in
the house longer then I could have and wanted to get out ASAP.
I was
about a minute away from the motel when a white Escalade
pulled up next
to me. The driver rolled down his window and the passenger
stuck his
head out to talk to me. I just looked down at the ground, making
sure
that he couldn't get a good look at me, and continued
my journey to the
motel. Oh, God. Here was round two.


"Hey, baby. Where you going?" "I'm
just going to this motel right here."
That was the wrong response. He must have thought I was a
prostitute or
something when I said that. I pulled my hood up even further
now and
walked even faster. I just wanted this creep to go away.
"You sure you
don't need a ride? I can give you a ride." "I'm
positive."

Luckily, at that point, I was at the driveway of the motel
and the owner
could see us clearly as I walked in. They finally got the
hint and did
a U-turn and drove off to wherever they were going. Finally,
I was
here. I started on the side opposite from where the front
entrance was,
looking for room 108. I ended up walking around the whole
building
before I finally found where I was going. I blew into my hands
once
again and knocked on the door. I could hear the faint sounds
of T. V.
coming from inside the room. "Please, Lord, let me
be at the right
place, " I said softly and waited for the door to open.
My head was
still faced towards the ground as I tried to shield it from
the wind
when the door opened. Black work boots and jeans were the
first thing
I saw. I didn't even bother to look up at him, I was so
cold.


"Are you Kenya?" ( I eventually told him my real
name) "Yes. Ben?"
"Yeah. Come on in. It's freezing out there."


I walked in and took a seat in a chair next to the bed across
the room,
removing my jacket and letting the heat in the room warm
me up. He sat
in the chair next to me looking at me suspiciously, like
he didn't
believe how old I was. I have always been told that I looked
like I
was 14 and I think at that point, he probably believed that
I was. I
could faintly see the look he was giving me and offered to
show him my
I. D. to prove to him that I was how old I said I was. He declined,

figuring if I was going to do that, then I must have been telling
the
truth but didn't let his suspicion completely disappear
from his face.
We exchanged a few greetings, all the while I was looking
at my feet. I
finally looked up to see his face and was very well pleased
with what I
saw. He was obviously an older man, looked at least in his
30's, with
dark, wavy hair that feel down his shoulders. I later learned
that he
was actually 46 at the time. He had beautiful, soulful brown
eyes and
wore black-rimmed glasses that reminded me of Buddy Holly.
He had
shaved off all his facial hair and had just a little stubble,
which was
very sexy and a turn-on for me. His choice of clothing was
a white
shirt with a dark blue long-sleeved over shirt, jeans,
and steel-toed
boots (he later told me that he always wore the boots when
he was going
out in case he got into a fight). I looked him over twice and
smiled
and then looked at the clock sitting on top the TV. The time
read
2:43AM and I knew we didn't have much time before I would
have to
slink back into my house before my sister would notice.



So I told him, "We don't have much time, so, let's
do this." With that
said, I pulled off my white T-shirt and let him get a good
look at my
young looking 32A sized tits before kicking off my shoes
and socks and
hopping into bed. He took off his shoes and socks as well
as his
shirts and laid down on top of me. He wrapped his arms around
me and
started kissing me, giving me a good whiff of the cologne
he was
wearing. The incredible smell combined with the weight
of him on top
of me felt so good, I could feel my panties starting to get
soaked
again. He kissed me so deeply on the lips that it felt like
we had met
before and then proceeded to kiss me all over my face and
down to my
neck. I reveled in the attention and didn't want it
to end as I felt
his fingers undoing my jeans. He moved his mouth from my
neck to my
chocolate nipples, sucking them deeply into his mouth
as his hand made
its way inside of my panties and onto my hot black pussy.
By that
point, I was so wet and so ready, that when he just rubbed
my slit, I
exploded all over his hand. He didn't miss a beat and
took that
opportunity to slide his middle finger inside of my tight
teen cunt and
curved it under so that he could rub my G-spot. My pussy was
on fire
and he moved his finger in and out of me while simultaneously
sucking,
licking, biting, and pulling my hard nipples. I was in heaven.
I was
moaning and writhing on the bed, begging him not to stop
as he picked
up the speed with his finger, slamming it in and out of me.
I was so
drenched with hot girl cum and juice that I could hear the
wet sounds
of his finger assaulting my pussy. I had just cum for the
2nd time
when he slowed down and eventually stopped fingering me
and pulled his
fingers out of my panties. I was in such ecstasy that I had
barely
noticed and could even feel myself drifting off.


He sat up on his knees next to me and did something I had never
witnessed anyone do. I looked over at him through half-closed
eyes and
watched and he greedily gobbled up the juices that coated
his hand,
making such that he didn't miss one drop. This woke
me up instantly as
I had never been with a man who wanted so badly to taste my
juices and
got off on knowing how badly I wanted to give it to him. He
then
looked back at me and I could see the need he had in his eyes.
The need
for his cock to slip inside of my velvety pussy and to fuck
it until I
begged him to stop. I broke our gaze and looked down and could
see his
steel dick straining heavily against his jeans. Even through
the heavy
material I could still see how big his cock was and how much
it wanted
to come and play with me. I reached up to open his jeans and
free his
dick but instead, he had me rub my hand up against it. He wanted
me to
feel how excited I had gotten him and told me that once it
was out,
there was no going back. I didn't want to go back, ever.
I wanted to
free that beast and get it inside of me first. But he had other
things
in mind. I stopped fondling his cock and reached down to
pull off my
jeans and panties. My panties were so wet that they were
sticking to
my pussy. I actually had to peel off my panties rather then
take them
off and I threw them onto the chair, on top of the rest of my
clothing.
He smiled happily at me, slid off the bed and got on his knees
then
told me to come towards him. Once again, I was no stranger
to sex.
But he had such a strong desire to eat my pussy and to please
me that I
had never experienced before. Yeah, I had had a couple of
guys go down
for a few minutes, licking sporadically like they didn't
really want to
do it in the first place, and come back up expecting me to
suck their
dicks until they came down my throat. With Ben, this wasn't
the case
at all. I moved down to the edge of the bed where he was and
spread my
legs wide, letting him take a good hard look at the work I
had put into
shaving my beautiful black pussy just for him. And he showed
me his
appreciation. He pulled me even closer to the edge and spread
my legs
as far as they would go and dove in for the kill. He pointed
his
tongue like a tiny cock and began moving it in and out of my
wet hole,
coaxing the sweet juices that were inside to come out. When
he had
gotten me nice and wet, he laid his tongue out flat and licked
me from
my asshole to my the tip of clit and back down again. I lifted
my ass
of the bed and pulled his head in and begged him not to stop.
He
continued to lick from from my asshole to my clit and back
down again,
stopping every once in while to suck my clit hard into his
mouth. He
moved it around with his tongue and playfully slapped it
with his hand,
enjoying my screams and cries of passion as I begged for
more. He drew
his head back and spat on my clit and then used his tongue
to go on a
fishing expedition, with my orgasm as his ultimate prize.
For the next
half hour, he ate my pussy like he was a madman. He spat on,
sucked,
licked, bit, slobbered on, and nibbled every single inch
of my pussy.
And in appreciation, I screamed, yelled, whimpered, moaned,
and
groaned, hoping he would never cease the love he was showing
my pussy.
I came about 3 or 4 times and was on the verge of collapse,
when he
finally decided to give me a break. From his tongue.


During this tongue, unbeknownst to me, he had undone his
jeans and had
pulled out his cock, stroking and playing with it. He later
told me
that he had to stop himself from cumming a couple of times,
just from
eating my pussy. He stood up in front of me and let me get a
good look
of his tool. It was about 8 inches long and 3 inches thick,
the
biggest cock I had ever seen. He told me to turn around and
to get on
my knees, because doggy style was his favorite. I quickly
complied
with his request and spread my legs and my pussy lips open,
letting him
take a good long look at the pink hole that was ready to swallow
his
massive dick. He took his hard dick in one hand and put his
other hand
on my ass and slowly began to fuck my pussy with just the head.
I
literally almost started crying, begging and pleading
with him to put
in the rest. He ignored my cries and continued to tease me
with just
the head of his cock, forcing me to enjoy what he was willing
to give
me. Finally, when he looked over and saw tears in my eyes,
he gave in
and slammed his cock deep inside of my tight, drooling,
dripping wet,
willing hole. I actually breathed a sigh of relief. His
ivory colored
dick felt so good inside of me I didn't want him to even
move. But as
he began moving in and out of me, my sweet pussy began giving
his cock
the best blow job, and I was screaming like a banshee. He
took my ass
in both hands and proceeded to give me the fucking of a lifetime,

drawing sounds out of me that I had never heard before in
my life. I
grunted as he banged my pussy senseless from behind, slapping
my ass
hard and pushing his dick so far inside of me, I could feel
it in my
throat. He grew tired of that position and told me to lay
on my back.
I don't really like missionary style and neither did
he.


He pushed my legs back so far that they touched the bed. He
then
pointed his dick down and used it as sort of a dipstick then
slammed up
and down inside of my pussy. I really liked him at that point.
I
almost think I loved him. Not only did he eat my pussy out
like it was
the last thing he was ever going to taste, but then, he fucks
me in
ways I never thought were possible. He pushed his cock all
the way and
leaned over me so his hands were on the bed and he could pound
my cunt.
Then he had me lean over the bed so my hands were touching
the floor
and my tits were right over the edge. He smacked and pulled
my nipples
as he could me a "dirty ass nigger" and told me
the only thing I was
good for was sucking, fucking, and pleasing white cock.
I came so many
times at that point that his words, along with his cock filling
my
pussy to no end, just kept pushing me over the edge. There
was even a
point when I was laying on the edge of the bed and he was turned

backwards with his hands on the dresser, fucking me like
there was no
tomorrow. During intermission, he stood in the middle
of the bed and
had me suck his huge dick while he rubbed and smacked it all
over my
face and made me tell him how much I was such a slutty black
whore and
how he was going to pound his thick white pole in and out of
my twat
whenever he pleases. He made me tell him that my pussy, ass,
and mouth
belonged to him and only him and he was the only person allowed
to use
them to deposit his sperm. I had never in my life felt like
such a
slut and a whore and right then, it was the best feeling I
ever had. I
couldn't wait for him to use me like he said he would
and I was sure
that he would never hear a peep out of me about it. Except
when I'm
telling him to "fuck my nigger pussy and fill me up
with his hot, white
seed".


It was about 2 hours after he first started fucking me and
he still
hadn't cum. I had cum so many times that I wasn't
sure that I even had
anymore left inside of me and was completely drained of
any energy I
had. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop. He had me
in so many
positions and hanging off so many pieces of furniture and
I was even
sure if I'd be able to walk anymore. I think he realized
that he was
about to kill me and was now ready to cum. I was laying on my
stomach
and he was fucking me into a frenzy from behind. He pulled
up my legs
and was using them as leverage, while I was still screaming
for more of
his dick. He then told me the only way he was going to cum is
if the
next time we fucked, I would give him my ass. I promised him
that I
would and told him to dump his thick cum deep inside of my
tiny black
teen cervix and with about three more strokes, he did just
that. He
came for about 5 minutes, driving his sperm as far inside
of me as it
would go. When he was finished, he collapsed beside me,
kissing me hard
again and tell me how much he enjoyed our time together.
The people in
the rooms all around us most have been enjoying the show
because not
one of them called to complain about the noise. And even
if they had,
I'm sure that no one would have tried to interrupt us.
I nodded
slowly and took a well deserved break, knowing that this
definitely
wouldn't be the last time that we got together. I looked
up at the
clock and it was almost 5:45AM and I knew that I would have
to go home
soon. I had to get up in about 3 1/2 hours to go to church and
I knew
that I had alot to repent to the Lord about. He knew it just
as much
and went to take shower to wash off the sweat, spit, cum,
and juices
that covered his entire body. I watched his cute ass as he
walked into
the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.


By the time he came out, I was sitting on the bed, fully clothed
with my
jacket and hood on, missing only my shoes. He stood at the
doorway for
a second and asked me if anything was wrong. I told him no,
that I
just wanted to get home before anyone noticed I was gone.
He got
dressed and we talked for a little while and then got into
his car so
he could take me home. I had him take me into the apartment
complex as
close to my house as possible so my dog wouldn't bark
at him and alert
people that there was a stranger around. We kissed each
other goodbye
and promised one another that that would be our first but
definitely
not out last encounter. And it wasn't.


One and a half years later, after being fed from both ends,
I got fat in
the middle and gave birth to our first daughter together,
India, who is
now nearly 3 months old.

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