White Women

But she'd remembered thinking similar thoughts years before. And he was much
older, one of her mother's older lovers.
"Relax, honey, just lie there and be real still. The hurt will go away and it'll feel real
good. Get your legs up honey. Relax; it'll be better that way."
When was that? How old had she been then? The one who finally succeeded
hadn't promised. No guarantees, but she'd let him keep on when she knew she
shouldn't have. Predictably, it had been uncomfortable at first. But, the hurt was
going away. That one had been patient, and the 'impossible' was starting to
happen.
A little at a time, push, gain a little bit, relax, then at her a little bit more. Was it
happening? Was it going in? Not yet, at least she didn't think so. But Big Man
was starting to feel different, better, and, finally, "so damn good'. That's when
she truly knew she had done IT for the very first time.
But, that had been eons ago. This one, the man who was at her now, he's even
bigger than that one had been. So much more of him, this huge ebony phallus than
any mere white one. With the boys she hardly felt anything at all, but with the
grown men it had been better.
But that was then and now was now. Calvin is bigger than any of the others, the
one who had tried, those she'd refused, and, finally, those she let try her magic
slipper. Will he be patient, turn what is at first even uncomfortable into maybe the
best of the best?
***
What's happening? The snake is entering the Garden of Eden. Black, forbidden,
Adam is eating the golden apple. God, so much of him and he is going so deep.
Momentarily Alicia felt fear. But there was his hand again, smoothing back her
golden curls, murmuring words of reassurance.
"Am I being to rough, is it all right what I'm doing? Should I quit for a little bit."
"Oh, no, don't quit. I have to know. I have to have you."
But this time, instead of cringing and drawing back, she pushed against the
pressure.
"It's happening, my God, its happening."




She'd forgotten all about him now, he was only a dark blur over her, the black
warrior claiming his virgin prize.
Young thighs, already eagerly apart, widened further. Pale hips wiggled and
adjusted as her tightly clinging 'sleeve' steadily and smoothly received the long
black snake he was so deliciously impaling her with. That's the way it seemed,
looking back on that wonderful, first really successful mating with her 'black
knight'. Mindlessly lost in ecstasy and desire, the memory of the resistance she
felt when she first placed him against her resisting femininity was now erased
from memory.
Calvin would always remember 'youngntite', the impossible mating that patience
and desire made possible. His teen queen had gone absolutely insane with desire
and lust.
"My God, she'd gone absolutely and totally out of control," not right at first,
though. Back then his little blonde had been smiling her alluring little girl's
tempting plea as he lowered himself into her nymph-like, pale body."
"That's it. Fuck me, oh, do it now. Put that beautiful black thing in me."
The words had seemed so improbable coming from such an innocent looking
young thing.
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