Givin' it up

I could hear Jamal hissing “fuck, yeah, bitch!” as his cock parted my pussy lips and slipped inside me. I closed my eyes as I continued taking Derrick in my mouth and I heard him chuckle.

“You like that, Krista?” he said, smiling.

“Uh huh.”

“Feels good when a nigga be usin’ you, huh? Even better when two niggaz doin’ it, right?” I took my mouth off him and look up at him, straight into his eyes.

“Derrick, please don’t tell anybody about this, okay?” I said, pleading. He kissed me and smiled.

“What? You got secrets you need to keep?”

“No, it’s not that, its just …..” I hesitated. Jamal leaned forward until I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his muscular arms on either side of me, propping him up.

“Damn, Krista,” he hissed. “Pussy be sweet. Sweet and tight. Damn!”

“What is it, Krista?” Derrick asked.

“It’s just, well…” I said as he kissed me again. “My family’s old school, from a really small town and my daddy’d be really pissed if word about us got back to him, not to mention my b…..” I stopped.

Derrick smiled. “Ya boyfriend? Is that what you mean?” he said, laughing. “Don’t worry, Krista. Me and my boyz make a livin’ off white girls like you, who date rich white boys but come lookin’ for sumpin’ special from a nigga every once in a while.”

Jamal began to pick up the pace. “Yeah, Krista, we got ‘ya back. My boy ‘n me know if we gonna keep hittin’ ‘dis sweet, white pussy, we gotta be discreet…”

I refocused my attention on Derrick’s cock and took him back into my mouth, as Derrick guided me up and down on his lap. I began to make little, high-pitched squeals as Jamal continued fucking me.

“My nigga getting’ to ya, Krista?”

“Uh huh.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“Go on, tell him it feels good, babygurl…” I hesitated. Clearly, Derrick and Jamal enjoyed my embarrassment at how I was reacting to sex with them. The signs were becoming more and more obvious. My face was becoming flushed and red, my nipples were starting to get hard and poke straight out and Jamal’s pounding was forcing groans and squeals of pleasure out of me. He actually did have a really nice cock and clearly he wasn’t want of those guys who thought a big cock was enough to impress. Jamal had plenty of ego and attitude, don’t get me wrong, but he also knew a tender touch and the right words at the right time could mean the difference between a guy just getting off and two people really wanting each other. He knew a girl like me would let a guy be as cocky as he wants if he knows the right buttons to push and he was definitely pushing them.

“Tell him, Krista,” Derrick interrupted. “Tell my boy you like it when he fucks you.”

Jamal was breathing harder. “You like it, Krista? You like how I’m fuckin’ you?”

I raised up off Derrick and turn toward Jamal over my shoulder. He kissed me deeply, his warm, wet tongue probing my mouth. He broke away, leaving me gasping for breath and I dropped my head and moaned.

“Oh, god, Jamal, that’s soooooooo good!” I said. “Ohmigod, baby, you’re sooooooo good at fucking me…”

“Damn, straight, bitch,” he said. “Ah’m gonna wear this pussy out.”

Derrick laughed. “My boy be fillin’ a white girl up, don’t he, Krista?”

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. “Yeah,” I whispered. “God, he’s really stretching me, I can’t believe how incredible he feels inside me.”

“Better than that white boy back home?” Derrick said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was staring at me, looking deep into my soul. He knows, I thought to myself, he knows how long I’ve wanted this. Derrick cupped my face in his hands and leaned forward, bringing his face within inches of mine and letting a cocky grin emerge.

“It’s waaay better than them white boys, ain’t it, Krista?” he said as he began to kiss me. “We know all the right buttons to push wit’ you, babygurl and we gon’ spend all night pushin’ em.”

“Ohmigod…” I whispered.

“And when you ready …not tonight, but when you ready…we gon’ bring some mo’ boyz by to play wit’ you, baby. And you gon’ have fun wit’ them, too.”

“Wait, no…” I protested.

“Shhhhhhh, quiet girl,” Derrick said. “Ah’m just tellin’ you how its gonna be. You gonna be real sweet to my crew and we gonna make you our favorite white girl, see. Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jamal leaned forward again. “Ooooh, it’s gonna be so much fun, Krista!” he whispered. “You know what we ‘gon make you, don’t cha?”

I gasped as Jamal’s thrusts became harder. I started to whine, my voice high pitched and squeaky, like a little girl’s and I could feel the blood draining from my face as it circulated through my body and gathered in the fleshy areas between my legs. I tried to speak, but couldn’t and started getting light headed.

“Go on, girl, say it!” Derrick laughed. “If we ‘gon turn you into one, you gotta be able to say it!’

I looked deep into Derrick’s eyes. “Y..y..your bitch?” I said, but it sounded more like a plea than an answer. Both men started snickering. Derrick kissed me and looked at me with what appeared to be genuine affection.

“Das’ right, Krista,” he said. “You my bitch, now.”

Jamal laughed. “C’mon, Krista, let’s call up ya’ daddy and tell him you got a new daddy now.” Derrick reached over and picked up my cell phone, lying on the night stand.

“Y..y..you’re not really gonna do that?” I asked, pleading. “Are you?”


Derrick laughed. “Oh, you don’t think he’ll like some strange nigga callin’ him up and tellin’ him he’s got his dick buried in his little princess?”

“No, please.”

“Oh? Maybe we should call up that boyfriend and tell him you beggin’ us to fuck you..”

“No, seriously..”

“Whatsa matter, Krista? You don’t like Jamal’s dick in you?”

“No, its not that…”

“Go on, baby,” Derrick teased. “Tell the man how good it feels.”

I hesitated. This isn’t what I’d envisioned the night becoming. I’d thought by inviting these two beautiful men into my apartment, I was opening the door to a night of exploration. I quickly realized I was losing control and Jamal and Derrick wanted sex on their terms, not mine. I was being prodded into playing a role and if I wanted to have them in my bed, it was a role I needed to embrace, something outside my comfort zone. I would need to be a brazen, openly sexual, lustful little white girl, the type of girl for whom their pleasure meant my pleasure. I was convinced I would burn in Hell for what I was feeling and what I was about to do.

I looked over my shoulder at Jamal. “Mmmmmm, you really feel good inside me, Jamal,” I said, hesitantly. “I can’t believe how much your thick, beautiful cock turns me on. I’ve never been fucked like this before…”

“White boy don’t hit it like ‘dis?”

“Not even close.”

“What about Derrick?” I looked over at him, leaning against the headboard, smiling, watching me take his best friend’s cock inside me.

“Derrick’s gonna make me have an orgasm,” I said, smiling. “Derrick’s a white girl’s pussy pleaser.”

“Dat’s whassup,” Derrick said.

“I want your cum in my pussy, baby,” I told him. “I wanted your cum inside me since our eyes first met in the club that night.”

“I’m gonna give you all you want, Krista,” he said. “And more.”

“Mmmmmm, I wanna be underneath you, baby,” I told him. “I wanna wrap my legs around you and hold on while you pound me with that big, gorgeous cock.”

“Don’t worry, babygurl.”

“You know I’m always ready for you, don’t you, baby?”

“I know.”

“I always wanna fuck you, baby.”

“What about my boyz?”

“I’ll give myself to whoever you tell me, but you’ll always be first, baby.”

“Dat’s whassup, babygurl.”

Jamal leaned forward and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His breathing became shallower and the pace of his thrusts picked up. I could tell he was getting close.

“Ah’m gon’ cum in ya mouth, girl,” he whispered. “You down wit ‘dat?”

I nodded and in a flash he was out of me, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me over. He stepped off the bed and moved closer to my face, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, glistening with my juices. Instinctively I opened my mouth as he moved closer and masturbated over me. He groaned loudly and seconds later, thick, white drops of sperm erupted from Jamal’s dick and shot across my mouth and cheeks. I felt the warm, sticky fluid against my skin and as he milked his cock into my mouth, I could taste the salty, bitterness of his cum coating my tongue. I looked up at him and watch Jamal as he bit his lip and squeezed spurt after spurt onto my chin and into my mouth. I remember being surprised at how long he went on and the sheer volume of his orgasm. I’d done this once before for Brian (my boyfriend), but neither the passion nor the amount of fluid involved was even close. After several minutes, I closed my mouth and for a few seconds held Jamal’s seed in my mouth.

Surprisingly, the taste wasn’t awful. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t tasty or anything like that, but after listening to my girlfriends recoil at any mention of the taste of a guy’s cum, I’d sort of bought into the notion that it was something girls do to please a man, but not something they enjoy. When I’d done it for Brian, it was an obligation and I hadn’t really enjoyed it, but it was different with Jamal. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was way hotter than my boyfriend or that I really wanted to please him or that the fucking he’d just given me had gotten me so hot he could’ve done anything and I would’ve been into it, but I didn’t mind his cum in my mouth. In fact, for a few seconds, I savored the taste of him. As I slowly let his load slide down the back of my throat, the word potent kept coming into my mind. I made a mental note that if I ever let Jamal fuck me again, one of us would have to use precautions. I realized that if I kept rolling the dice with Jamal, it wouldn’t take long before I would be pregnant and he would be gone so fast my head would spin. I reached up and gently wrapped my hand around Jamal’s cock, smiling up at him and I wondered if he’d made many girls pregnant with his gorgeous, thick cock.

Jamal reached over to the night stand, picked up a few tissues and handed them to me. I rolled my eyes.

“Damn, baby,” I said, smiling. “You been savin’ up…” I wiped off my chin and dabbed a few droplets across my breasts. I felt Derrick’s hand petting the back of my head.

“You ain’t done, yet, Krista,” he said.

I rolled over onto my back and Derrick slid on top of me, propping himself up with his elbows to either side of my head. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my belly as I curled my hands around his hard biceps. Derrick wasn’t put off at all by my willingness to take Jamal’s load in my mouth and he leaned down and began to kiss me.

I locked my arms around his neck and I could feel my heart beginning to pound faster. Derrick had been the guy I’d first connected with that night at the club and I could feel a mix of emotions welling up inside me as we kissed. I’d thought about what it might be like with him that first night we met, to have him in my bed, to feel his naked body on top of me, to give myself to him unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. I saw how girls looked at him and I didn’t have any illusions that they wouldn’t have traded places with me in a heartbeat. I’d never met a man with such skill at making a girl’s desires bubble to the surface, then taking it and molding it in such a way that she became what he wanted. That was me as Derrick made love to me, something he wanted. And someone who wanted him inside her more than she wanted anything else in the world.

Derrick placed one knee inside mine and gently spread my legs. He slowly positioned himself and began rubbing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips, sliding between the labia and I gasped as I felt him against my clit. He pulled his lips away from mine, but kept his face inches away from my face as he whispered, our eyes locked into each others.

“You want this, don’t cha, Krista?”

“Uh huh,” I whimpered.

He smiled. “Mmmmmmm, Ah’m gon’ hit this till we can’t take it no more…”

I nodded. “And ah’m gonna hit it regular, too,” Derrick said. “You gonna have to get rid of that white boy, okay?” I nodded.

He leaned down to kiss me and I felt the pressure of his cock building against my pussy. Suddenly, he slid inside my and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started slowly sliding in and out of me as I moaned beneath him.

Obviously, I was not a virgin when I first got with Derrick, but I felt like I’d never experienced this type of physical, sexual connection before. Our bodies melded together and began moving rhythmically together. His cock completely filled me in a way I’d never experienced before and my arousal made it possible for him to slide effortlessly in and out of me despite his impressive size.

I kissed the side of his face. “Oh, Derrick,” I whined, my voice high pitched and pleading. “Ohmigod!”

Within minutes I could feel the orgasm building inside me. My face felt hot and flushed, my nipples were hard and pointy and I clutched Derrick’s body with all my strength. My orgasms in the past had been quick flashes, like a light bulb popping, but this time it was slow, the intensity building and I opened my eyes for a second to see Derrick smiling down at me.

“Give it up, babygurl,” he whisper. “You know ah’m gonna rock ya house till you get off for me…”

Suddenly, I clutched him tightly and I could feel the blood in my body draining to my lower regions. “Oh, Derrick!” I groaned loudly. “Oh, yesssssss, baybeeeeeeeee!!” I could feel my pussy begin to spasm and flood with my juices. He stopped suddenly and we were still. It took several minutes before my mind began to clear and I became aware of our bodies again. He looked at me and we kissed, then slowly he began to pump into me again.

“Feel good?” he said, smiling.

“Ohmigod, you have no idea,” I said, blushing as I felt my face turning hot.

My First Experience in a Three Way....

Derrick pulled me into the bedroom with Jamal following close behind. I was so nervous I could hear my heart beating in my chest and I had to concentrate on my breathing to keep from hyperventilating. Derrick walked over to the iPod player in the corner of my bedroom and started scrolling through my library. He turned up the volume and in a few seconds I could hear the gentle, seductive flute, followed by the pumping bass line as Rihanna filled the room.

Boy, let me, let me, Boy, let me, let me ..why don'tcha let do those things for you...want me come and whisper in your ear all the things you love to hear ...I wanna come play nice with you, 'cause if I get you alone I don't know what I might do...

Jamal slid into a chair in the corner, while Derrick walked closer to me with a big smile on his face. He kissed me and slowly lifted my tank top up. I obediently raised my arms over my head as Derrick pulled it off me and tossed it on the floor. He unsnapped the clasp between my breasts and kissed my neck as I shrugged out of my bra, my hard, pointy nipples giving my arousal away. I looked up into Derrick's eyes, his cocky smile giving me goosebumps. This was about to get kinda crazy and I had no idea where he was about to take me.

"Damn, nigga!" Jamal hissed. "White girl be smokin'. If that pussy be as sweet as them titties, we gon' be hittin' it, right?" Derrick never looked away from me.

"What about it, Krista?" he whispered. "This nigga gon' be hittin' it tonight?"

I couldn't speak. I just nodded "yes." Derrick hooked his fingers in the waist of my pants and slowly pulled down, below my belly button, then over my wide hips as he pushed them down my legs. Instinctively, I placed my hands over my pussy, but Derrick took my hands and placed them behind his neck as I stood on my tip toes to kiss him.

"Don't be shy, Krista," he said, his voice so deep and sexy that I closed my eyes and felt his words wash over me. "Why don't you let a brotha know what you want?"

I groaned softly and looked into his eyes. "Oh, god, Derrick, can't you tell what I want? Are you gonna make me say it out loud?" He laughed. Of course, he wanted me to tell him that I wanted him.

We kissed again and I felt his massive, strong arms wrap around me. I broke my lips from his and moaned as I kissed the side of his face. "Fuck me, Derrick," I said. "I want to feel your cock inside me and your body on top of me. I want you to pound me until it takes my breath away and then fill me with your delicious cum. Please, baby, don't deny me your gorgeous cock..."

Derrick pulled his shirt over his head and in seconds his pants were open and sliding down his legs. He sat back on my bed and spread his legs wide, his cock pointing straight up in the air as he grinned at me.

"C'mon, babygurl," he said. "Show my boy here what a white girl loves to do..."

I slid to my knees and crawled up between Derrick's legs. Wrapping both hands around his cock, I leaned forward and began swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then, tilting my head, I licked up and down the sides of his shaft. Derrick inhaled deeply and Jamal whooped loudly.

"Day-um!" he wailed. "Get on 'dat boy's dick, white gurl! Day-um, brotha, ain't the first time ya girl here been down on a nigga. Bitch got some skills!"

Derrick looked at me, his teeth clenched. "That right, Krista? Y'all like how a nigga feels in ya mouth?"

I looked at him as my mouth bobbed up and down on his cock and he caressed my head with his hands. "Uh huh," I said, giving him a slight smile. The truth was I loved the feel of Derrick's hard, smooth cock in my mouth and I could've sucked him for hours if I hadn't have wanted him in my pussy just as badly, but I was embarrassed to be so blatantly horny for him in front of Derrick, much less in front of Jamal. Still, I hadn't exactly played hard to get for Derrick and my sense was he pretty much knew I would do whatever he wanted.

Derrick lifted my face from his crotch and slid back against the headboard, pulling me up onto the bed to continue sucking him. In the mirror, I could see Jamal dropping his jeans and boxers and climbing onto the bed behind me. Moments later, I felt his large hands on my ass and his cock bobbing between my legs. He reached down and grabbed his cock and began rubbing the head against my pussy lips. I started to groan, but Derrick gently pressed my head down, keeping my mouth full of his cock.

"Yeah, 'at's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Jamal said. "I'm fixin' to hit 'dis, babygurl. It's on and ain't a damn thing y'all can do about it. Ya might as well cross the resta the night off ya calendar 'cause y'all fixin' ta get busy and these niggaz ain't gon' be done for a while!"

I felt chills up and down my spine as Jamal slowly pushed into me. I couldn't believe this was really happening to me and I had no clue what the night held in store, but I was ready.

Waiting for His Call....

I was as nervous as a cat for the next few days, waiting and wondering if he'd call. Each morning, I'd wake up and check my messages to see if he'd called or texted me. I started to worry but after three days of chewing my fingernails, my phone finally rang and it was him. He called on a Thursday afternoon and I'd finished my classes for the day.

"Hey, babygurl?" he said, laughing. "Whassup?"

"Whassup with you?" I said, trying to sound calm. "I'd about given up on you."

"Naw," he said. "Everything's cool, I was just rollin' through ya neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. We cool?"

I smiled. "Yeah, we cool," I said. "I'd love to see you." I meant it. I was really wanting to see him and to feel him close to me. To run my hands across his strong, muscular chest and to have him cradle me in his strong arms. I had to admit I wanted him to fuck me, too, but I wasn't ready to tell him that.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I got my boy, Jamal, ridin' wit me. Okay if he comes by, too?"

"Sure," I said, not sure of what this was all about. "I'd love to meet him." I quickly ran into the bathroom, brushed my hair and touched up my make up. When the doorbell rang ten minutes later, I ran to open it and the sight of two smiling, gorgeous guys standing in my doorway nearly took my breath away. They walked in without being invited, unsmiling and serious. But when my man smiled and said "whassup", he took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss, sending my head spinning.

I exhaled deeply when he released me and nearly giggled as he held my hand. I could see Jamal looking me up and down. "Damn, nigga, dat's whassup!" he said, smiling approvingly. "Y'all didn't tell me da white girl was TIGHT!" I smiled, not used to receiving so much attention from such beautiful men.

"Whatcha doin', Krista?" my man said, shyly.

"Hangin' out," I said. "Waitin' for you, daddy..." I smiled.

"Yeah? And whatcha gon' do when I got here?"

I laughed nervously. "I dunno. Hang out with you, I guess."

"Yeah?" he said, pulling on my arm, slowly starting to walk toward the hallway off the living room of my apartment, the hallway leading to my bedroom. "Well, you know where I wanna hang out, don't ya, girl?"

"I got an idea," I said, laughing, letting him lead me to bed. I turned. "Jamal, there's beer in the fridge and the remote's on the coffee table..."

My man laughed. "Jamal didn't come wit' me to watch TV," he said. "I tol' him about the fun I had comin' over here the other night and we figured you'd be down with havin' some fun wit' BOTH of us..."

"Ohmigod," I gasped. "Are you serious?"

He looked at Jamal. "Call the pizza man and get us some food, nigga. Babygurl's gonna be too busy to cook tonight and I gotta feelin' we gon' work up an appetite...."

How I Wanna Wake Up In the Morning....

I rolled over to see his face peeking up from the pillow. He didn't talk, he just smiled and closed his eyes. I couldn't help but stare at him, letting my eyes wander over his naked body. Last night, we'd barely known each other for a few hours when we stumbled into my apartment, a little tipsy and laughing uproariously. Normally, I have this defense mechanism against guys who try to pick me up in clubs, but it was no match for the game he was bringin' last night. Smooth, confident, sexy, he started talking to me and buying me drinks and 15 minutes turned into two hours which turned into closing time which turned into "why don't we hang out for a while?"

We made small talk while I drove but we both knew what was going to happen. At some point, his dick was going to wind up in my pussy and it was largely because I wanted it there. Wanted his dark, chocolate skin against mine, wanted my hands caressing his muscles, wanted my legs wrapped around the small of his back.

In a little while, he's going to wake up, get dressed and kiss me before saying he has to leave. And I'll watch the curve of his back and his thick, muscular ass as he pulls on his boxers and steps into his jeans. A dull ache will ripple through my body and vibrate between my legs and I'll want him again. I'll want to be underneath him, feeling his weight on top of me and his warm breath on my neck. I'll whimper as his hard, thick cock slides in and out of me until the orgasm runs through my body and makes me cry out, wanting him but at the same time, embarrassed that his fucking me could make me lose control like that. Clutching him and silently smiling as he explodes inside me, filling me with his warm, sticky love.

I feel guilty that in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, I looked through his phone and found the numbers of literally dozens of girls, along with coy text messages promising all kinds of erotic delights. He's a hot guy, I think to myself, you shouldn't be surprised he fucks other girls and they throw themselves at him. You didn't exactly put up a fight last night either.We lie in bed making small talk about what happened last night before he gets dressed to leave.

I tell him how much I enjoyed it and he laughs and says he could tell. We kiss and I look deep in his eyes and say "you better call me" with a smile. He says he will if I promise we can do this again and I promise. We kiss again and I kiss down his neck, to his chest and stomach and slowly move my lips in the direction of his cock. "Damn, girl" he says, laughing, but I want to give him something to remember me by. I want the smell and taste of him again before he goes.

When the door closes behind him, I lie in bed smiling to myself, chewing the end of my fingernail and rolling my eyes at how completely overwhelmed I am by this gorgeous, black man. He knows my door is always open to him, as long as he holds out the promise of my being naked with him in my bed, purring as he touches me and crying out as he enters me. Never in my life have I been so consumed with the idea of giving myself to a man....

Rapture

I came across this video and it completely captivated me. The narration isn't my voice, but it could have been since it captures my imagination as I focus on that strong, black man who becomes the object of my desires....

Sunday morning....

The light came streaming through my window Sunday morning, slowly nudging me to consciousness. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and I became aware of my surroundings, the cluttered apartment bedroom my parents had begrudgingly agreed to let me share with my roommate, Jennifer. She had given Mike and I disapproving looks when we came home from the clubs last night and shook her head as I lewdly led him upstairs to my room.

Jennifer didn't like the fact that I dated black men. Like me, she'd grown up decidedly upper middle class and the whole hip-hop, street slang culture was lost on her. Even beyond the fact that some of my dates were black men, she disapproved even more that they were athletes on scholarship at the university. She didn't think they were very "sharp" as she termed it and she didn't like the fact that some of them bragged about how hot they were and how all the girls on campus wanted to hook up with them. It rubbed her notions of equality between men and women the wrong way.

I, on the other hand, loved it.

The guys I dated were mostly football jocks and they were funny, sexy and loved to party. That's why I didn't hesitate when Mike asked me out after class one day and why I put in the extra time getting ready so I'd look as hot as he did when he picked me up for our date.

I don't think either of us were suprised when I invited him in later that night and he just smiled when I took his hand and began pulling him up the stairs to my bedroom. He was waaaaay taller than me and sex with him was like a trip to the gym. He wasn't shy about guiding me into the positions he wanted and a few times when he brought the weight of his body down on me, it was all I could do to regain my breath.

I reached behind me to feel for his body lying next to me, but there was nothing there. Raising up to my elbows, I could see he wasn't there, but I noticed the sound of water running in the bathroom. As I gently raised myself to a sitting position, I felt the soreness in my muscles and my ribs ached. Damn, I thought, he pounded the crap out of me and I gingerly got up to walk towards the bathroom where I could see him standing at the sink, brushing his teeth.

For a few moments, I stood watching him without him even noticing me, staring at him. God, his ass is gorgeous, I thought. I began to feel a rush through my body as I watched him, thinking about the amazing things he'd done to my body the night before. He smiled as he saw my reflection in the mirror.

"Hey, babygurl," he said.

"Hey," I replied, walking forward and sliding my arms around his waist, pulling myself close to him. The softness of his skin, his masculine smell and the press of his firm, muscular ass against my belly made me want to melt into him and I laid my cheek against his back.

"You okay?" he said.

"Uh huh," I replied, eyes closed.

"I mean, you okay with us? What we did last night?"

I chuckled. "What, was there something about me moaning your name and begging you for more that made you think I was having second thoughts?"

"Naw, I was just trying to be sure you didn't have regrets." He turned to face me and wrapped his large, muscular arms around me. This time it was his cock pressing against my belly, his thick, semi-hard member, lying against me and I could feel its warmth and the ridge that encircled the head of his penis. I thought about how much I loved his cock, loved how it looked when it was hard and how he grunted when he pushed it inside me.

I looked up to his face and he leaned down to kiss me, softly at first, but then more urgently, his tongue pressing into my mouth. After a few minutes, we broke.

"Um, I've got an idea," I said, catching my breath. "Why don't you give up football, drop out of school and move in with me and you're job can just be to fuck me? I'm sure my daddy won't mind us living together and Jennifer will get used to the idea of you being my 'boy toy'...I mean, after a while, she might even want to...."

He laughed and reached down for a pair of boxers lying of the floor. He slipped them on and shook his head as he looked at me. "Girl, you just damn crazy!"

Mike left to walk downstairs. I closed my eyes and memories of the night before flooded my brain and I began to want him again. I began to want his warmth and his breath on my neck and the feel of his hard muscles, my legs wrapped around him as he pounded me into the mattress, leaving me gasping for breath. His deep, sexy voice whispering "you want this, babygurl?" as I felt the smooth, round head of his cock pressing against my pussy lips and my gasp as the pressure built and his enormous cock slipped inside me.

I threw on a robe and came bounding down the stairs, only to find Mike in the kitchen making breakfast. I wanted to push him down onto the kitchen floor and let him fuck me right there but my roommate, Jennifer, was sitting in the living room, studying. She motioned me over towards her, a look of frustration on her face.

"Can't you at least make him put something on before he comes downstairs?" she asked, her face red.

I smiled. "Jen, you're the only woman on this planet who wants to see Mike wearing MORE clothes!" I looked back over my shoulder. "If last night was any indication of what's to come, you're going to be seeing a lot more of Mike the rest of the semester and if I have MY way, he's not going to be wearing a lot of clothes, so, honey, deal with it."

"What if your parents find out? What if your boyfriend finds out??" she hissed.

I sat on the arm of the couch and watched through the kitchen door. "Mmmmmmmm...." I moaned. "Look at him, Jen. There's not a girl on campus who wouldn't have traded places with me last night when I had THAT in my bed, you included. The boy had me climbin' the walls and I ain't givin' him up for NOBODY!"

Chatting with a new friend...

Sorry its been so long since my last post, but life's been incredibly hectic lately. I have, however, found time to chat with a new friend I met on Yahoo. He's from L.A. and he's a little bit older than me, but I think he's really cute and sexy. He's also got these amazingly sexy ideas about what a white girl from Alabama might like to do on a date in L.A.!! Let's just say, it doesn't involve leaving my hotel room much....