KENYA AND BEN

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 his 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 (which was another lie, I was 
17 but I didn't want to scare him off) 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. 

After all, 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 midnight and should be at the motel 
exactly at 1 AM. 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 lay in bed, feeling my panties getting moist 
in anticipation of meeting my new hopeful white lover.

Like I said before, I had met other guy's 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. It 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 the tip of my 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 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, "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 a lot 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 on a regular basis, I got fat in the middle and 
gave birth to our first daughter together, India, who 
is now nearly 3 months old.