0 comments/ 45173 views/ 7 favorites Jeni Ch. 01 By: redmann1517 My cousin in France recently graduated secondary school with excellent grades, and as part of an agreement with her parents; she would get to spend a summer in the California with me so that she could experience the United States. My aunt and uncle had made arrangements with me in advance so that Jenifer, my cousin, could stay with me. I haven't seen her in almost ten years and since she is eighteen now it won't seem like I am babysitting. Jeni had let me know that she took a flight that would arrive late in the evening because it was less expensive. It wasn't a problem. I enjoyed sitting in public places people watching. At the airport terminal I noticed several attractive young ladies sitting close to me. They were laughing and giggling while chatting about their future lives in college. One of them in particular stood out from the crowd. She wasn't the most attractive but she had "it." "It," being that thing in a woman that makes you just want to grab her fuck her for all that you are worth. There is no description for it. It is just It, and she definitely had it. It is definitely that time of year where high school graduates begin traveling to their university of choice. Wow, I miss being young. It was the time of my life and I miss it greatly. The friendships, the carefree days of endless bliss, even the drama. It seems so easy now that I look back on it. I just wished I had been a little "cooler" in those days. I didn't date much in high school because I was a bit shy and awkward. It took a while for me to grow out of it and I didn't experience my first woman until I was 23. She was 30. The youngest woman I had ever slept with was 27. Voile, there she is, My cousin Jeni, stepping out of the exit gate. She had short hair, brushed back, with two locks that flowed down the side of her face framing it perfectly. She was short, slender, and cute. Then she saw me and I waved. She returned the wave with an affectionate and pretty smile. As she walked over to me I noticed she glided like a woman touched by grace. This stood in stark contrast to the cute face of a teenager. She made me immediately forget "it" girl. We greeted one another with "la bise," a kiss to each cheek, and hugged. I welcomed her in my best French, which is not very good. " Bienvenue, mademoiselle, aux Etats-Unis" Another smile spread across her face as she thanked me. We spent a minute or two talking about how long it had been since we had last seen each other. In my excitement, I complimented her about how beautifully she has grown up. This was met by a blush and a shy smile which reminded me of her youth and temporarily returned me to mine. I suggested "let's get your bags and get home; so we can get some sleep. We'll need plenty of rest for tomorrow's sight seeing." At the baggage, terminal I noticed that she had very attractive derrière which was followed by a wave of guilt because she is a relative and a teenager. I took my mind off it by carrying her bags to the car and loading them for her. When we arrived home, I showed her the room she would be staying in. She wanted a shower before turning in for the evening so I fetched her some towels and headed to the kitchen to cook her a light snack. I finished and set it on coffee table in the living room. As I began to sit on the sofa my heart stopped. She walked into the living room wearing one of the towels I had given her. It was too small and barely covered her essentials. I swallowed and sat down after noticing that I had paused halfway through. I quickly apologized for not getting her a bigger towel and she brushed it off as nonsense. She was drying her short hair with a towel in one hand and in the other had she carried a bag. She laid the towel she was using to dry her hair on the floor and sat on it. She opened the bag and pulled out some cotton balls and pink, glittery, toenail polish. She stuffed a piece of cotton between each of her toes and began painting them so I turned on the television. It was on a music video station which was replaying the daily countdown. This got us talking about latest music. What was good, bad, and things of that nature. During our conversation her youth and energy made feel young again. This was going to be a good summer. When a female pop star's video aired I commented on how sexy she was. Jeni smirked and said: "She is not! Her clothes are vulgar." "Vulgar is sexy!" I exclaimed. To which she replied: "There is a difference between being sexy and being vulgar." "Only if you have been inhaling too much polish." An open mouthed smile that was half joy and half shock spread across her face. She pulled the towel out from underneath her and threw it at me. I caught it and told her with laughter "It's mine now!" She frowned and stuck out her lower lip in a playfully pouty manner. Jeni stood up and walked towards me. I quickly took the towel, leaned back on the sofa, and held the towel as far behind me as I could reach. She stood in front of me and stretched so far to reach for it that the tiny towel she was wrapped in loosened and fell open. Her small breasts were now bare and my cock went from flaccid to fully hard in record time. Her breasts were an a cup, round and topped off with small pink nipples. She snapped and turned to quickly close the towel but in doing she fell backwards into my lap. My fully erect cock, covered only by thin trousers, rested perfectly between the cheeks of her ass. She immediately tensed up. I swallowed as my heart stopped and I knew she could feel it. There was no way she couldn't and the silence that followed was the most tense silence I could ever remember. It was shock, pleasure, and guilt, all at the same time. Jeni stood up still quiet. She swallowed and walked out of the room without saying word. I sat there in shock and contemplated what just happened. I was flooded with guilt and disgust. She was my cousin and she was only eighteen. What if she told the rest of the family? How would they respond? I made my way to my room and collapsed on to the bed. With a thousand what ifs, it took me a while to fall asleep. I woke to the alarm the next morning and quickly realized I had better make good with her if I wanted last night to remain a secret. I took a shower, dressed and headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast for her. I made crepes and while reaching for plates I felt a light kick in the butt. I snapped around to see Jeni giggling and then she greeted me with a good morning as if nothing happened last night. I sighed in relief and returned the greeting with a smile of my own. We chatted quite a bit over breakfast and no one said a word about last night. We talked about plans for the day which included a trip to our world famous zoo. She loved that idea as she is an animal lover. After finishing breakfast, she cleaned up, did her make up and dressed. When she walked back into the room she stopped my heart again. She wore a short, flowing, white skirt and a pink tank top that matched her toenails. The skirt really showed off her sexy legs. Armed with a camera, we left quickly for the zoo so we could get there early and not have to wait in line. We spent most of the day at the zoo and we laughed and joked. I even caught myself flirting and she occasionally did the same. Once again, she worked this magic over me that made me feel like a teenager again. It was wonderful. I felt as if I could fall in love with her despite the familial connection and age difference. We stopped in front of the tiger pit to take a photo and she leaned her back up against the railing propping herself up with her arms. She shot the camera a graceful and sexy smile. Moments before I snapped the picture a gust of wind flipped her skirt up revealing a skinny g-string. Snap! I pressed the shutter button and then she quickly pushed her skirt back down. With a blush and smile she asked me to delete that photo. I obliged, but quickly got a glimpse of the photo before doing so. It was crystal clear and my cock began to stir. Another wave of guilt washed over me but this time it was mixed with curiosity about the photo. I wanted to see it in its full size and not on a 2.5 inch screen. Other people had seen the incident and giggled. Jeni quietly told me that her feet hurt and asked if we could go home. Once again, I obliged her and we went home. All I could think about on the way home was that photo. How could I get it back? Then I remembered, the camera has a waste bin to prevent accidental, permanent deletion. My heart pounded in anticipation and my cock stirred at the very thought of seeing that picture again. When we arrived home Jeni told me that she wanted to shower and clean up. It had been a warm day and she had sweat a little. This just couldn't get any better. As soon as I thought she hit the shower I recovered the picture and transferred it to my computer. When I opened the photo it was better than I could have ever imagined. It was high res and perfectly clear. I zoomed into her g-string and quickly realized that all that walking forced the crotch to ride up in between the outer folds of her pussy. It was smooth and shaved and wasn't old and warn like the women I had normally dated. My cock sprung to the hardest erection I have had in years. Even harder than last night. I immediately rolled forward in the chair until my stomach was pressed against the desk and I unzipped my pants. I pulled out my rock hard, seven inch, dick and began stroking it under the desk. I was in heaven and was building to massive explosion when I heard Jeni say from around the corner: "Do you have another towel." I immediately reached for the mouse and went for the close button on the window but I clumsily hit the minimize button and sent it to the tray instead. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walk in. Out of breath, I nervously asked: "What?" "Do you have another towel." she asked with a curious look on her face. "Oh.. um.. Yes they are in the hallway closet." "OK thanks! "Oh! Oh! You mind if I check my e-mail, no?" "Umm..." She didn't even let me answer when she walked up behind me with her eyes fixed on the screen. She pulled my chair out and I almost panicked when she sat on my leg. She didn't notice that my stiff cock was out of my pants. I began to pray that she would not turn around and look. She grabbed the mouse and opened up a web browser window. The web page was loading slowly; so she looked at the tray and playfully said "what's this!" My eyes widened with shock and I stopped breathing as she moved the mouse and maximized it. She immediately realized that I was looking at the picture that I had told her was deleted and it was zoomed into her pussy. She paused for a moment in shock and then rotated on my lap and rested her two legs over mine. Her bare leg now pressed up against my naked cock. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in shock. Her eyes slowly drifted down to see what pressed against her leg and then drifted back up to meet my eyes. I was horrified and humiliated. I could see her piece it together in her head and then her eyes lowered back to my prick. They were fixed on it and I could feel her warmth growing on my leg. I could only imagine the explosion of anger that would follow. Shockingly, she gracefully lifted the leg that was pressed on my cock, and in one swift motion she rotated, and swung it over my head to the other side. She now straddled me and leaned forward. She brought both of her hands up and placed them on both sides of face. She gently ran her hands back through my hair and leaned a little farther. Her eyes ,burning with passion, locked onto mine and she wrapped her arms behind my neck with the tip of her nose touching the tip of mine. I didn't hesitate. I kissed her with a passion I had never before experienced. She began to her grind damp pussy onto my rigid cock. I could the the warmth of her body pressed against mine. My hands lowered down across the subtle curves of her hips and then underneath her skirt. I grabbed and squeezed her soft and shapely butt while helping to grind her soft wetness into me. I broke the kiss and effortlessly lifted her onto the desk. I reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She lifted her arms so that I could slip the shirt off and flip it to some far off place. She frantically reached forward and undid all the buttons of my shirt for me. Wiggling out of it, I let it fall to the floor. I leaned forward to her neck and took in the fading scent of vanilla before placing eager kisses on the side of her neck. I used my powerful hands to massage her small breasts and tweaked her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her hard nipples contrasted against her soft perfect breasts. Jeni broke the kiss and whispered into my ear "please fuck me!" Without hesitation, I reached under skirt and hooked my fingers into the waist of her thong and began tugging it off. She took the cue and lifted up her legs so that I could pull them completely off. She rested her legs on my shoulders and I leaned into her so hard it pushed her back into the monitor which slid off the back of the desk. I didn't even care because her passion was consuming me. I reached down and undid my belt and button allowing my trousers to slide to the floor. I grabbed her leg and with one hand and my penis with the other. I guided the head of my manhood into her eager pussy and pushed all the way into her. Jeni let out a loud moan followed by gasp. I pulled back and began to drive my hard cock into her wildly. Each of my thrusts was met by gasps and moans of untethered passion from Jenifer. I leaned forward and our eyes locked. The smell of sex and the sound of ecstasy filled the air as I fucked her with unleashed desire. I was completely out of control with lust. I could feel the pressure building up and I grunted like an animal. Her pussy began to clamp down on me as her back arched. With eyes rolled back, her head tilted backwards and her mouth was wide open as she began to moan so loudly that they were almost screams. I thrust one final time and unleashed the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. My body convulsed as I pumped wave after wave of cum into her tight young pussy. I collapsed back into the chair and Jeni collapsed onto the desk. We took a few moments to enjoy our post orgasmic bliss. I sat there watching her catch her breath as it slowed to a normal pace. Then she propped her self up on her hands and lovingly looked me in the eyes. This was too much for my heart to handle. I stood up, leaned forward, and kissed her affectionately. She, tenderly, wrapped her arms around my neck and returned all of my affections. I gently pulled away, took her by the hand and helped off the desk. She thanked me and gave me a smile that could inspire poets and lovers for a thousand lifetimes. With her hand in mine, I led her upstairs to my bedroom. Jeni turned to me with a face filled with a longing desire to return to the eden below and she shed her skirt. A soft "I need you." escaped her lips With an embrace and the tender kiss of lifelong lovers, I laid her upon the bed gently. She opened her legs and my snake entered her garden. I slowly feasted upon the apple, savoring every sound, smell and taste of this offering until the sun was cast from the sky and we drifted off to dream. Jeni Ch. 01 Hi everybody. My name is Jenifer, but all my friends call me Jeni. I grew up in a small southern town with a population of around eight hundred. Although we lived in a small town, we were not totally isolated from the world with newspapers and the nightly news. I did notice early on that all the arrests shown or reported were by people of some other race with a rare crime being committed by a white person. I never formed a prejudice opinion based on the news stories I had seen or read because I had never met anyone of a different race. At least I thought I didn't. I am a five foot, seven inch tall blue-eyed 27 year old brunette with a 36C-24-36 build weighing about one hundred twenty five pounds. My hair hangs down to just above my hourglass waist - the kinds of features that attracted a lot of male attention. While I was away at college I got a sudden urge to get more worldly experience, and so I decided after graduation to move to a city. I took a job thirteen hundred miles from my small-town home to a big city with over three million residents. After a couple of months those prejudices I resist before really began to form, especially about the blacks. After picking up on the lingo on the street and hearing comments made at me like, "Dat biatch got a phat azz - shit!" or, "Dat white booty ripe for some dark tappin'". Before I knew it I had started hating black people because they just did not respect me enough to talk to me like a person. To them, I was just some 'sexy white bitch'. I have been in the big city almost four years and the first few of them I was able to go home for Christmas. But because of a couple of financial set backs I couldn't go this year. And what happened this fateful Christmas is where my story begins. The company I worked for closed between Christmas and New Years so I would be home for the holidays. My boyfriend was so sweet inviting me to his parents. He was leaving on the twentieth of December and would return on January third. I couldn't get the extra week off, so I was stuck in the big city alone for the holidays. I was depressed about being alone for the holidays until a work friend invited me to a Christmas Eve dance. Brandi had just broken up with her boyfriend and wanted to 'get back in the game'. I tried to be polite and decline but she talked me into it with her gift of gab. "Come on, Jeni," Brandi said, "It'll give you more worldly experiences." She didn't know how right she would be. One night after work Brandi came over and we went through my clothes for an outfit to wear. She didn't find anything to her liking so we went shopping. She wanted to dress me in something 'festive' - and I couldn't believe what she wanted me to wear! I ended up walking out of the store with a black micro mini-skirt with a red fur-lined top, a full two sizes too small. The lingerie consisted of a red lace bra with bikini panties, complete with matching garter belt and white fishnet stockings. The naughty getup was finished off by thigh high black leather boots with five inch stiletto heels. When I first dressed in my new outfit I thought it looked absolutely slutty. When Brandi showed up to get me I told her so as she happily tied my hair in a pony tail with a green ribbon. I felt like a slutty elf. "Are you kidding? You're cute - besides, new experiences right?" Brandi said. Her gift of persuasion soon had me putting on my trench coat and walking out the door on my way to the Christmas costume party. The thought of bringing condoms never crossed my mind without my boyfriend in town. When we got to the club I was very nervous because we were about a half a block from abandoned buildings and the seedy side of our city. Brandi wasn't concerned at all. Once we had gotten inside I noticed a good-sized crowd, with people of all races mingling about in their own groups. My nerves tingled. We mixed in with a larger group of the white people at the club, but I was still disappointed at not being able to go home for Christmas and so I wasn't very talkative. After a couple of drinks I slipped away from Brandi and her new friends. I'd try to forget my glumness on the dance floor. The glitzy dance floor reflected the red and green lights flying across it and the bright colors of the dancers there. I finished my drink and joined the crowd. There was room to move but I kept getting bumped and brushed against. Finally growing tired of this I looked over my shoulder to notice it was all from a black man wearing reindeer antlers. "Asshole," I muttered under my breath and left the dusky man behind. Over the next couple of hours, every time I went to the dance floor the same man kept showing up and brushing against me. Finally I lost it. Next time he bumped into me I quickly turned and glared at him, "What is your fucking problem?" "Hmmm?" His steely gaze locking onto mine, "Excuse me?" "Why don't you move the fuck over there and stop bumping into me?" "Bitch, what the fuck is your problem?" "I don't associate with your kind," I said without thinking. His steely gaze all of a sudden scared me making me feel submissive, "What kind? Human?" "I...I didn't mean it to come out like that. I just meant..." He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me toward a back door. In that moment I felt like I had to follow. And I did. Once we were in the back alley he stared into my blue eyes, "You meant to say you don't associate with niggers, didn't you?" I started shivering. Whether it was from freight or the cold I was not sure, "W-What? I don't know what you're talking about." "I've seen that scared little look a million times. You're a racist bitch, aren't you?" I tried to hide my face, "I am not!" I shivered again, "its cold. Can I go back inside now?" "We aren't done talking." It wasn't a request. I can't explain the next couple of minutes even to myself because I had a chance to run, but I didn't. "But it's cold out here," I whined instead, hugging my bare arms around myself. "When you tell me why you hate niggers so much you can go, but not until then," He scowled down at me. He made me feel like a schoolgirl getting in trouble with her teacher. "Can we at least find a warmer spot?" My teeth were starting to chatter. "We can get in my car," he offered. "Let me go and get my purse and coat. I'll meet you there. Which one is it?" "That one," he pointed to a big black Escalade, "Are you going to run out on me?" "I won't. I just have to tell my friend I'm going to go and grab my purse. I'll be right out." "Okay. I'll warm up the car." I still don't know why I didn't just grab my purse and hail a taxi home. That strange black man had some kind of weird hold over me. After telling Brandi goodbye I grabbed my stuff and headed out the back door. Walking to the shiny Cadillac the back door opened and I climbed in. "What are we doing? Staying here?" "Yeah," he said. "I don't want you to think all black people are bad. You are free to leave whenever you want." "Thank you. That puts me a little more at ease." "Now back to why you hate niggers. What happened to you?" His hard gaze locked onto mine. I rocked a little on the plush leather. "I grew up in a small town - really small, and only ever saw and read the news. And all they ever reported about crime dealt with blacks." "Typical racist America. Put down a whole race because of a few bad apples." "Why do you say that?" I started getting nervous again. The man sighed and rolled his shoulders. "White America kidnapped my ancestors over two hundred years ago because they couldn't make their fortunes without the superior black race to do all the real work." "Kidnapped? Why are you changing the subject all of a sudden?" "Well, just to say it is me who should be racist against the white people, not you against blacks. But my perspectives changed when a white man put me where I am today. He gave me a great paying job and got me out of the ghetto, just like that." "Um, good for you...?" I shook my head in confusion, "But what does that have to do with anything?" "Just in one way," He smiled, "Only that there is at least one white person that knows that blacks are superior to you whites in every way." "What do you mean 'superior in every way'? Isn't that racist?" "The truth ain't racist," He placed a hand on my bare knee, "We work harder, we're smarter, we're bigger, last longer, and produce better." "What do you mean bigger and longer?" I had to ask. His hand sort of squeezed my leg then, rewarding me with his powerful warmth. "Well, let me ask you this. What is the biggest real man cock you have ever had?" "What?" I shook my head in confusion, "What does my sex life have to do with this at all? But... if you have to know..." I was speaking before I even knew why, "I would say six or seven inches." "That's it?" He started laughing, "I asked real man cock, not boy size." I scowled at him, "Those are real men penises!" "So you say now. I want you to unzip my pants and take a good look at a man's cock." Now I am usually a strong willed woman with rational thoughts of right and wrong. Yet something about this man's steely gaze and deep commanding voice made me submissive to his request. Even eager. I watched as my hand decided on its own to reach for his zipper and pull it down. "That's it... Reach in and feel the superiority and power of a real cock." "I can't do that. I have a boyfriend," I started to argue, but it was only lip service. My hand was wrapped around the silky smooth shaft of his cock even as I protested him. Amazed at the girth of his flaccid rod I couldn't help but stare. "Wow," I mumbled, and lightly tugged on it. "Impressed I see," he said. "Now take it out and get a real good look at it." I moved my hands to undo his belt as his steely gaze put me into a trance. Before I knew what I had done my hand was slowly stroking his ebony shaft. Feeling it grow in my grasp I softly moaned, "Oooh! God it's huge... This isn't real." "Oh it's real," he chuckled. I stared in awe as I stroked the silky skin of his black member to its full length. I could only guess it was ten inches long with a two and a half inch diameter. My boyfriend didn't even come close! Soon it began leaking copious amounts of pre-cum running down his African spear and over my fingers. His brow knitted together in irritation. "Don't make a mess of my ride, bitch. Lick that shit up." Without hesitation I bent forward to lick at the salty sweetness of his black seed. The taste, bitter and salty, made me thirst for more. I engulfed the shaft and soon had six inches of ebony cock inside my mouth before I gagged. Slowly I bobbed my head and took a couple of more inches in before I could get no more into my mouth. My taste buds delighted in the flavor as my mind fell victim to his warm aphrodisiac. My hand worked its way under my short skirt to my pussy and started playing with my clit. I moaned around his dark shaft. I needed to cum. I didn't even know this mans name and yet here I was, kneeling in the back seat of his car parked in a back alley, giving this black stranger a blowjob. His penis was larger than anything I'd ever experienced before, comparable to Mandingo I found out later. Enjoying the taste of his pre-cum, I didn't even notice how much I was salivating at his exotic taste. My drool oozed down his shaft, making it glisten like obsidian, before he reached down and pulled my shirt open. Buttons popped off in all directions. But I didn't complain as he destroyed my shirt and stripped off my lacy bra. I wanted it. "That's enough, bitch." Pulling me up he unclasped my skirt and slid them off along with my panties. I squirmed to escape them, panting as his eyes devoured my pale flesh. "Ya sure like sucking the nigger cock," he said before pulling me onto his lap and kissing me. I was sitting astride his thighs as I felt his hard shaft nuzzle between my vaginal lips. He started moving my hips to slide my slit along his shaft. I swear I drenched his bare dick with my hot arousal. I became so exited that I even forgot all about condoms. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. My clit was rubbing the helmet of his monument of love as I moved back and forth all on my own. He reached up and tweaked my nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, and the moment his rough fingers pinched and tugged on them they hardened instantly. I had a couple of gasping mini orgasms just from his rough touch. A few minutes passed just like that, sawing myself along the crown of his African member as his hands worked me into a frenzy. His steely gaze captured my attention after another burst of pleasure shuddered through me. "Put it in," he growled. All I could do was moan. I knelt up, grabbing the bare flesh of his huge black shaft. I rubbed his helmet through my wet pussy lips, lubricating it with my essence of love. Feeling the pulsing of his heartbeat in his veiny shaft must have mesmerized me, because birth control was not even in my thoughts as I guided his dangerous tool in. My journey to the dark side began with a lot of resistance. My vagina struggled to allow his thick black pole entry. I pushed down harder, wanting to feel this overly large appendage enter me. When the head finally spread my lips enough I accepted about two inches of his shaft. My voice quavered and raised, "O-Oh my God!" My eyes widened and locked on his. "You all right, girl?" "Jeni. It's Jeni," My eyes returned from their wild rolling. I sat still, panting and biting my lip, "It's just... uncomfortable." He smiled, "Take it slow, Jeni. I promise it will feel really good shortly." "I don't know..." His bright smile eased my tension, "Promise?" "You aren't the first white girl to experience my big black cock." I began to relax and started slowly posting up and down. Gingerly at first, until the hot fullness began to get to me. It took some time but my vaginal walls finally stretched enough to allow his penis access to uncharted depths inside my body. I gritted my teeth, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way I never thought possible. And before I knew it I felt my ass bottom out on his thighs and testicles. "Oh my God!" I gasped, looking down at myself. My belly bulged where his cock was. "I took the whole thing!" I stopped allowing my pussy to adjust entirely to his girth. He smiled like a Cheshire cat, his brilliant teeth like pearls. "I told you, girl. How does that black dick feel?" He suckled my right nipple, raking those beautiful fangs along my sensitive flesh. I tossed my head back and cooed, "Wonderful." I gyrated my hips slowly, grinding my clit against his rough pubic hair. Like a slut I was constantly moaning softly, "Oh... oh, oh, oh my God!" My pussy adjusted to the width of his shaft as I moved my hips. Slowly I started jutting my hips up and down. New sensations began. The pain faded to the tight, throbbing sensation of being stretched out - permanently. The purple mushroom grazed my G-spot as I moved faster up and down. He stopped suckling my nipples and he leaned up. "Ride that black dick," he growled as our lips locked together. Our tongues began to dance, his quickly subduing mine. My pussy was on fire as a series of orgasms began to race through me. He rolled us over as I jerked in the midst of one. I was lying on my back, thrusting my hips at his plunging shaft. There was no controlling my body. Our bodies were slapping together loudly. My womanly essence squelched and slurped around his plunging shaft. My nostrils filled with the aroma of our animalistic mating. His scent drove me wild. The most intense orgasm of my life burst forth. I howled and raked his back with my nails as he broke the kiss. My teeth sank into his shoulder as his onyx shaft kissed my cervix instead. My head filled with bright lights and shooting stars as he grunted like a barbarian, and spewed ropes of dangerous semen into me. I was on such a sexual high as the African seed coated the interior of my white pussy. My senses numbed by the continuous orgasms washing through me. I couldn't distinguish if the flashing lights were from holiday decorations or from my blissful imagination. My legs were wrapped tightly around his ass while my hips flexed up to meet his. I moaned as I remembered I wasn't on the pill. "Ohhh - fuck! Fuck! NOOO!" "Mmmm yeah, take that nigger load..." He relaxed and then whispered in my ear, "What's wrong, girl?" I lay there as my pussy convulsed around his dark weapon. I could feel his hot sperm oozing into me like molten lava. I started to cry, "You're not wearing a condom. I... I'm not on the pill." He stared down into my dreamy gaze, "It's a little late to worry about that now." "I know," I whimpered. His cock still twitched, filling me up with even more of his naughty cum. "But I don't even know your name." "It's Marcus," He leaned down to kiss me, and in moments the sharp edge of my worry melted away. The passion coursing through my body was euphoric as our tongues danced ravenously. My pussy walls continued sucking his cock long after it deflated until finally it fell out of me with a loud pop. He sat up as the semen oozed out of me, running down the crack of my ass. I stared up into Marcus's steely eyes as he pointed his loosened weapon at my lips. "Now clean my cock." He placed his cock on my lips like he owned them. The aroma of our mingled sex filled my brain as I flicked my tongue across his purple mushroom. The taste of our comingled juices was like nothing I have ever tasted. It was like a pleasant mix of a salty sweetness, tinged with the exotic mix of the familiar and unfamiliar. White quim, and black cum... When I was done cleaning up his cock he stretched and pulled his pants back up. "Get dressed, girl. I'll take you home." As I looked for my bra and panties, "I can't believe it. You're the first man to cum inside me. I mean, ever!" Marcus laughed, "You've never let your boyfriend have you bare?" I pulled my panties on over my sodden pussy, "No. I make him wear a condom. I don't want to get pregnant..." A thrill ran through me then, but I shook it off as I put my bra back on. "Did you enjoy it?" I blushed, "God yes. I've never cum so often in so little time. You were amazing..." He grabbed my chin harshly and turned my head to face him, "That so? Then why do you look so sad?" I wiped a tear away with my thumb and studied his chest, "I... I cheated on my boyfriend. With a stranger - a black stranger. Worst of all is you possibly just knocked me up..." "You should have told me to use a condom," He smiled and lightly patted my moist panties, "Then you wouldn't have this little present in you right now." I could feel his jizz soaking my panties, and a shiver ran down my spine, "I know I should have. But before I realized what had happened it just felt so good. I forgot about birth control. I just wanted to feel it - all of it." He chuckled, "You wanted to experience the ultimate sexual act, didn't you?" "Ultimate? What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh that's right. Your boyfriend always wears a condom. You've never had unprotected sex." "What has that got to do with it?" "Having sex for conception is the ultimate rush," he grinned devilishly. We didn't say another word as Marcus drove. My nervousness dwindled as I thought about his last comment. The more I thought about getting pregnant, the more my pussy tingled. I had not realized my fingers were playing with my soaked panties as I gazed out the window, replaying our unprotected mating in my head over and over again. Jeni Ch. 01 We finally parked outside my apartment. I was hornier then I have ever been in my life. I gathered my skirt and shirt and shoved them in the pockets of my trench coat before putting it on. I turned to Marcus, "Would you like to come in for a drink?" "Just a drink, huh?" He turned off his ride and we made our way inside. Once inside I dropped my purse on the couch and my coat on the floor. I felt so naughty standing there, wearing only my naughty lingerie for a man I just met. Marcus looked around at the Christmas decorations adorning the apartment as I went to grab him a beer. There was tinsel around the gas fire place making it appear to be a wrapped present. The tree was all done up with lights and ornaments wrapped in a popcorn string. Finally there were fake candle lights in red, green and white in the windows. I returned with the beers. I handed Marcus his, "I really shouldn't. I'm driving after all." "You can stay the night," I blurted out. He took a sip of his beer, "What about your boyfriend?" "He won't know," I smiled sipping mine, "He's out of town until the third." Marcus walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bar stool at the island. Before he could sit I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bedroom. We put our beers on the dresser before I kissed him. Our tongues dueled for a couple of minutes. Marcus broke the kiss, "Should I go out to my Escalade and get the rain coats?" "I think it's going to be a white Christmas this year," I said, before locking my lips to his. He took off his coat as I unbuttoned his shirt. We were passionately kissing as my thoughts briefly went to how I might be pregnant already. My urges flared as I pushed him on to the bed. I struggled to unleash his onyx monument of love. Once it was free I covered it with my mouth. Marcus's pants hit the floor. My pussy was hot like a bonfire as I slid my panties down. My dainty white hand wrapped around Marcus's chocolate shaft captivated me. I could feel his heart beat through his shaft as my head bobbed up and down. I worked the shaft all the way down to his huge balls, and I giggled. "Just like sugar plums." "Lick them then," Marcus let out a groan as I suckled his baby making testicles, "Baby that's better than roses on a piano." I let his balls out with a pop, "What's that, lover?" "Your two lips on my organ," He laughed. I crawled up his body with a dreamy gaze. Lust possessed me. Was it because of how charming he was? How big his dick was? Or maybe it was because he was black. Straddling his thighs I slid my pink pussy over his dark shaft. Our mixed juices coated his shaft for the second time that night. "Oooh, lover..." I moaned, "How about these two lips on your organ?" "Best Christmas present ever," His steely gaze locked on mine and his hands found my hips, "But you know, it's best when those presents are unwrapped." I leaned in and kissed him my hips sank down onto his monument of love. I was in a state of euphoria as the purple mushroom grazed my g-spot. My little pearl massaged by his shaft entering and exiting my honey pot sent electric shocks throughout my belly. My juices were flowing freely while my orgasms washed over me one after another. Marcus must have felt I was getting tired, so he rolled us over. My legs circled his waist, my heels spurring his ass. Our bodies slapping together as the aroma of our copulation increased my urge to mate. "How's my stocking?" I whined, digging my nails into his broad shoulders. "Mmmm, very naughty..." Marcus groaned, "You're getting it stuffed with coal tonight!" Marcus's thrusting became erratic and powerful. The headboard slapped against the wall in time with his hips. His chocolate love muscle started expanding and pulsing. Knowing he was so close to inseminating me again pushed me well over the edge. "Yes! Oooh, give my pussy your present!" My pussy started milking his virile nectar from him as my orgasm rushed through my veins. When the first geyser of African sperm flooded my Caucasian womb he threw his head back. His whole body tensed as he roared, "Merry Christmas, Jeni!" I locked my lips to his again. Our tongues danced to the throbs of his big black cock spurting the last of his nigger jizz into me. I swear I could feel his hot seed seeping into my womb as he hunched and pumped every last drop into my satisfied body. My pussy continued to throb along his dick long after it stopped pulsing. Marcus pushed himself up, his ebony body glistening like an onyx statue. Dreamily I looked into his eyes. "Is that my present?" I asked, squeezing my pussy just to feel his load squish around inside me. He smiled down at me, "Yeah, but there's just one problem." I yawned and purred, "Oh yeah! And what problem would that be?" He rolled off of me, uncorking my overfilled pussy as he chuckled. "You won't get to see it for nine months." I snuggled up to Marcus and slapped his shoulder gently, "Not funny." "Merry Christmas, baby." Marcus pulled me close. "Merry Christmas, lover..." I said with a gentle kiss. We lay there silently cuddling and soon both of us drifted off to sleep.