Kylie's Interracial Adventures
Kissing Booth Surprise
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Part Two
"You sure you don't want me to come along?" Steve asked and it was Friday afternoon, the day before my parents' twentieth wedding anniversary, a big one.
"No." I wrinkled my nose at him as I threw some clothes in my duffle bag. "I'm just gonna go tonight, help cook and get stuff set up, you know."
"I can cook." Steve grinned at me, sitting on my bed and I knew he really wanted to have sex, but I was running late.
"I know you can, baby." I smiled sweetly. "If we're not careful you'll be cooking a bun in my oven too."
"You should get on the pill," Steve said.
"And you should remember to buy condoms," I giggled, but he had a point maybe. He wasn't a boy scout or anything.
"Of course, maybe putting a bun in your oven isn't a bad thing!" He laughed, grabbing me as I passed by and pulling me to the bed, wrapping me up nicely with his strong arms and kissing me like he meant it.
"You'd have to marry me then," I sighed a little breathlessly, sliding my nose along his.
"Ohhh…" Steve teased me. "Introduce me to mom and dad and I'll start browsing jewelry stores."
"God," I smiled at the thought. "I will. I promise."
"But not this weekend, huh?" He gave me a petulant look.
"It's their anniversary," I said, like that explained everything.
"And you don't want to spoil it by bringing a white boy home, sure." Steve shrugged and let me go slowly.
"I love you," I told him, not moving, but free now. "You know that, right?"
"I know." He cleared his throat. "I just…"
"Yeah," I nodded and then I got up. "When am I gonna meet yours?"
"Thanksgiving, remember?" Steve smiled and that was just about a month or so away, and I did remember. I just wanted to hear it again. "I already told them you were coming."
"It's gonna be cold." I smiled, going back to my packing, such as it was. I was just going thirty miles away for a weekend.
"Duluth always is," Steve agreed. "But don't worry, I'll keep you warm."
"Heh!" I grinned at him. "What's your parents gonna think of that?"
"They know," he nodded. "I told them."
"What?" I stared at him. "You told your parents we sleep together?"
"Well…" he shrugged, "…I think they already figured that out when I told them I was in love."
"You told them you're in love?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I dunno." He grinned at me. "It slipped out."
"Ohhh…" I shook my head feeling vaguely embarrassed, knowing his parents knew I had sex with their son. "It must be nice."
"What's that, Kylie?"
"Being able to tell your parents you love a girl, a black girl," I said. "They didn't say anything?"
"Oh, well…I didn't tell them about that." Steve grinned.
"What?" I gasped and he laughed.
"I'm kidding! Yeah, of course I told them and no, they didn't say anything." Steve said. "They just said I'd better be a gentleman. There's nothing wrong with who we are, Kylie."
"I know," I nodded at that.
"Good," he smiled at me.
"A gentleman, huh?" I smiled. "I'm gonna tell them about how you're being mean to me."
"Heh!" Steve chuckled. "Uh-huh, thanks. I haven't been spanked in ten years, I'm due."
"Yeah you are," I agreed, zipping up my bag. "Bad boy. Go buy some condoms. I need to beat the traffic."
"Yeah, okay," Steve sighed and I crawled on top of him for one more kiss and a good hard squeeze of my ass. "Call me, okay?"
"Yeah, right!" I laughed, wriggling my butt beneath his hands. "I know you'll be partying with your buddies."
"What? No…"
"Just don't let me find out about it." I kissed him lightly. "I'll be seriously jealous!"
"I love you." He kissed me again.
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"Hey hey!" I smiled, walking into the kitchen and the gang was all there.
"Hi Kylie." My mom gave me a kiss and then I had to get kissed by her two sisters and my cousin Flora, and then my dad's sister and his niece Fauna and my grandma, of course, and her sister…
You get the idea. It was wall to wall women, all related one way or another, and so they were all full of gossip…Mostly about me and my love life, as if I wasn't even there. They weren't exactly shy. The only one missing was Natalie and I looked around for her.
"Where's Nat?" I asked Mom and she shrugged.
"Your sister wanted to stay out of the way," Mom said, making a little face. "She's spending the night with that Simmons girl."
"Simmons?" I narrowed my eyes because I didn't know anyone by that name.
"A black girl, don't worry," Mom said and that was her in a nutshell, thinking I'd even care what color Natalie's friends were. I hated that crap and I'd grown up with it.
"Oh." I said, for lack of anything better.
"They just moved into the neighborhood last summer," Mom explained. "Nice girl too and they have a son in the Marines, hmmm…A little older than you, but…"
"Don't start, Mom," I warned her.
"Do you have a boyfriend yet, Kylie?" one of my aunts asked and I shook my head.
"You'll find a nice young man," Grandma decided.
"A boy in medical school," one of my other aunts agreed.
"That reminds me…" Mom said with a smile and I knew what was coming, "…Have you met Rodney yet?"
"Uh, no. I don't think so," I said, going to work on a pie crust and knowing perfectly well that my mom knew I hadn't.
"Well, he's a very nice young man!" Mom told me, giving me a little lifting of her eyebrows, which was as close to saying the man was sexy as she could get.
"Uh-huh," I agreed doubtfully.
"Is that the accountant?" Flora asked and she was just a couple years older than me and looking for a husband of her own, since the husband she had was married to someone else.
Flora was the black sheep of the family.
"That's the one," Mom said, giving the girl a frown to let Flora know she wasn't allowed near the man.
"Ohhh…He's a hottie!" Flora giggled, missing my mom's signals intentionally. "I hope he's coming over."
"Flora!" Her mom, my Aunt Daisy, gave the girl a look.
"Flora, come over here and help me with this." My Aunt Violet said and she was Flora's aunt too. My mom's name is Rose and yeah, all three sisters were named after flowers by my grandma, whose name is Lily, actually. Grandma loves her garden, but I was glad I wasn't named after a plant. Flora got named after all of them, being the oldest granddaughter like she was. I thought it explained a lot.
"Anyway," my mom said, getting back to the subject at hand, "Rodney will be here and he's so looking forward to meeting you."
"I bet," I nodded and Mom gave me a look. "I mean, sure. Yeah, Mom. Great."
"We've told him all about you," Mom said, stating the obvious. "He's very nice."
"Well, I'll have to say hello then," I agreed, because there was no other choice, but I knew he didn't know all about me. Nobody did, not in that house!
I tried calling Steve later, but of course he wasn't answering his phone. He would be out with his friends and they were a nice enough bunch of guys. A bunch of wanna-be lawyers, so they all argued all the time, but not with me. I got along with them okay. Hopefully he'd stay out of trouble, well, of course he would. Steve loved me, right? He would just hit a party, drink some beer, have a good time and go back to his room and jerk off. I hoped. He better anyway, I thought to myself, but that was the problem with having a seriously good looking boyfriend…I was a little insecure, even though I knew I shouldn't be. It was just my lack of experience showing. That and the fact we'd only been together about six weeks, that wasn't very long, not really.
I tried calling again an hour later and an hour after that. No answer and I frowned, but what could I do?
The next day was the big day! My parents' anniversary and so that was a lot of fun. A lot of people were coming, friends and relatives, and I needed to get ready of course, but only after I called Steve.
"Morning sleepyhead!" I giggled when I heard his mumbled hello. "What are you doing?"
"Kylie?" he asked like I might be someone else. "Oh, Um…Sleeping. What are, uh…what's going on?"
"What's going on?" My little radar was twitching and I frowned. "I'm calling you. Are you alone?"
"What?" he asked, waking up now. "Well, yeah. Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh…I dunno," I sighed and I was listening close, wondering if I'd hear a girl asking who was on the phone or something.
"What's wrong, baby?" He almost laughed.
"Nothing." I shook my head and chided myself for being so foolish. "I just miss you."
"I miss you too," Steve said softly.
"What did you do last night?" I wondered.
"Oh, you know…" he sighed expansively. "Went out with the guys, watched the game on TV and drank too much beer."
"No wild parties?" I asked with a soft giggle.
"Nope. I was in bed by ten o'clock," Steve promised me and then I thought I heard a giggle.
"What was that?" I demanded.
"What was…what?" Steve asked slowly.
"I thought I heard someone," I said feeling suspicious again.
"Uh, no," he told me. "Nobody here but me. I'd know if there was."
"Hmmm…But would you tell me?" I asked and Steve laughed.
"Probably not," he said.
"That doesn't make me feel better," I said with a pout.
"Kylie…Don't be jealous, you got no reason to be," Steve told me gently.
"I know, but…"
"I only kiss black girls, remember?" Steve was smiling, I could hear it.
"Hmph." I drew a deep breath, not sure if that made me feel better or not. There weren't a lot of black girls on campus, but there were some and…
"Are you gonna invite me over?" Steve asked. "You could look into my eyes."
"No!" I laughed and again, I felt bad about my thoughts.
"Oh," he sounded disappointed.
"I'll mention you…" I said, but that sounded kinda bad, "…I mean, I'll tell my mom that I sorta…"
"Sorta what?" my boyfriend prompted me and then all that suspicion I'd felt turned into guilt and I frowned at myself.
"I'll tell them, okay?" I promised. "I will…Somehow."
"Hmmm, Kylie," Steve sighed and I knew he loved me.
"I know." I swallowed hard. "I'm kind of a coward."
"No. You do what you think is…" Steve was saying, but I cut him off.
"I gotta go, Janisha! See ya later! Bye!" I hung up the phone quickly as my daddy stood next to me, his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down. I blinked at him and I knew that look.
"Talking to Janisha, huh?" Daddy asked and I nodded slowly.
"Yeah, she uh…She's coming over and…"
"I just saw her in the kitchen." Daddy busted me hard. "Who was that on the phone?"
"Uh…" I smiled weakly, "…a friend of mine."
"I see," Dad nodded. "A boy…friend?"
"He'ssssss…Yeah." I licked my lips. "He's a boy."
"You didn't invite him over?" Dad asked. "Maybe I'd like to meet this boyfriend of yours."
"He's not really my boyfriend, Daddy," I lied. "He's just…A friend who happens to be a boy."
"One that you have to call at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning?" Daddy shook his head. "What am I paying for, Kylie? You go to college just so you can meet boys?"
"Daddy!" I felt a little warm and I didn't want to argue with him, not anytime, but especially not on his anniversary.
"I'm just wondering," he said. "This boy got a name?"
"Uh, Steve." I nodded. "And if he ever does get to be my boyfriend, I'll bring him over, okay? I promise."
"Hmph." Daddy didn't believe me.
"I love you!" I kissed his cheek. "I gotta go downstairs."
That had been a close call and if there was anything good about it, well, at least I'd told my dad that I knew a boy named Steve. Feeling happy about lying to him though, that was a stretch even for me and mostly I worried it over in my head while I helped get everything ready for the party.
"Where have you been?" I asked Natalie as she slipped into the house and it was after eleven already, less than hour before the party was supposed to start.
"Huh?" She blinked at me and I swear the girl was practically glowing, she looked so happy, but then she looked a little nervous. "At my friend's house, why?"
"Cause we need help," I told her. "You shoulda been here a couple hours ago."
"Oh, right, yeah." She giggled, looking all happy again and I wondered if she was high. "I guess I overslept."
"What's got into you?" I wondered.
"Into me?" She grinned and shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know!"
"What?" I stared at her, but she was already skipping away, like bouncing off her toes towards the stairs and her bedroom upstairs.
For a fleeting second I thought maybe she'd had sex. It was a ridiculous thought, but the way she looked so…Radiant! God! I'd seen girls who looked like that before, including myself in the mirror, and it was always the next morning, after a really good, long night of hot sweaty nasty…Oh God! I felt my stomach tighten and I wondered if Natalie had been with a boy, with that guy from school she liked. Jared? Was that his name? I tried to remember.
She must have been, or so it seemed to me. What else would explain her smile? Those shining eyes and that bounce to her step, like she was walking on clouds. She'd lost her virginity! To a white boy? She must have. That kid Jared, he was white, and I knew she didn't like any of the black boys at school. God! I hoped she was careful. I'd had sex a couple nights before, Thursday night with Steve, and we hadn't used any protection at all. I knew I wasn't ovulating, but it was still kind of scary to think about it afterwards. I hoped Natalie had been careful. Sometimes that first time, well, you know what I mean. Anytime. It's easy to forget a little thing like birth control when it's feeling really good.
I followed my sister upstairs a minute or two later. It was time for me to get dressed anyway. I just hoped the skirt and blouse I'd packed hadn't gotten too wrinkled.
"Hey, it's me." I knocked on Natalie's door cause she'd locked it and then I found out why.
"Hi." She let me in and she was pretty naked, but that wasn't any big deal.
"I'm gonna change in here," I said. "Flora and Fauna are in my room."
"Cool," Natalie shrugged. "You think I need to wear a dress?"
"Yeah," I giggled, watching as she stepped into a little pair of blue panties. "It's their anniversary."
She really was growing up, all seventeen now and Nat looked good naked, even with her small tits and tomboy hips. She was a nice shade of brown too, a little darker than me, like our dad was, and she had a thin little bush between her legs. I was all shaved down there, mostly because of my bikini, but Steve liked it so I just kept it that way now. He liked that little girl look, he said.
"Yeah. I guess so," Natalie shrugged, looking through her closet and wiggling her small black ass like she was listening to music only she could hear.
"So…Tell me about it," I said with a grin, just so she'd know I wasn't mad or anything.
"Tell you about what?" She looked over her shoulder, blinking at me.
"Last night!" I giggled. "You weren't at that friend's house, were you?"
"Ummm…" She swallowed hard.
"Who was he?" I asked, lowering my voice. "That Jared guy?"
"Uh, yeah." She cleared her throat. "Him, yeah."
"Did you guys use protection?" I asked, cause that was the first concern I had, really.
Natalie was old enough to fuck if she wanted to, but I suppose if she'd been my daughter instead of my sister my opinion would have been a lot different. Our mom would freak for sure if she found out Natalie was having sex. She'd probably freak if she knew I wasn't a virgin anymore. That our boyfriends were white guys…Watch out!
"How did you know?" Natalie asked me and she gave up on a dress and just sat down on the bed next to me.
"Cause you look like it!" I laughed. "God! I thought you were stoned at first."
"Oh." Natalie giggled. "Yeah, I dunno. It was just…Wow!"
"Wow?" I laughed. "You sound like Steve."
"I do?" She licked her lips and I nodded. "Uh, anyway, yeah. Um, we used condoms."
"Condoms?" I narrowed my eyes. "Like, more than one?"
"Well, they're not reusable, are they?" Natalie grinned at me.
"I don't think so," I laughed. "I guess in an emergency…How many times did you do it?"
"Three." Natalie bobbled her head happily. "It was way, way fun too!"
"Three times?" I nodded. "I guess so. Did it hurt?"
"A little at first, I dunno." My sister shrugged. "It wasn't bad like I thought it would be, you know? It just…Pinched a little and at first I was just getting used to it."
"Uh-huh," I nodded.
"He was huge too." Natalie leaned into me, grabbing my arm. "God! Like, I don't know. Huge!"
"Yeah?" I laughed. "Like this?"
I held my hands about eight inches apart maybe, which is how big Steve is, I think, and Natalie was nodding.
"Yeah like that and I couldn't even get my hand all the way around it," she said. "It was like I was stuffed, you know? And he was touching something in my tummy, I don't know what, and I just saw stars and tweety birds and…"
"Tweety birds?" I stuck my tongue out. "Did you cum?"
"God yeah! All night long," she sighed happily. "He was so good too, he was like kissing me everywhere. I didn't have to do anything."
"Yeah, that's nice, isn't it?" I smiled, feeling my body getting warm as I listened to her talk. Nat's dark puffy nipples were hard too, I noticed, like mine were getting.
"I mean everywhere, Kylie." Natalie leaned close and we were already whispering, but now she put her lips to my ear. "He even licked my butt, like for an hour!"
"What?" I gasped and giggled.
"Yeah, is that weird or what?" She rolled her eyes. "But the weirdest part was how good it feels. Like I didn't want him to stop, you know?"
"Yeah, I do know," I nodded. "Steve does that too. That's like his thing, licking my ass."
"It sounds dirty," Natalie laughed. "But…"
"It's hot," I agreed. "Must be a white boy thing."
"Yeah, or something." Natalie nodded slowly. "I think he wanted to put his dick…You know, in my butt…"
"Did you try it?" I asked my little sister and this was so strange, talking to her about anal sex.
"No way!" Nat shook her head. "I got like the smallest butt in the world!"
"Not that small," I teased her. "You got a nice ass."
"That's what he said." Natalie sucked her lips and nodded. "He said I got a perfect little black ass for fucking."
"Oh!" I laughed and she made a face and I think that was the first time I ever heard her use the 'F' word out loud.
"Well, that's what he said." She cleared her throat.
"I like it," I agreed. "I mean having sex…back there."
"Yeah," Natalie nodded, like that news didn't surprise her at all and I rolled my eyes. "I mean, well…Never mind."
"You're so weird sometimes, Nat." I laughed at her and she was looking a little embarrassed.
"I did suck it though," she admitted softly. "I mean, he wanted me to try and…"
"You like it?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"It tastes a little…funny." My sister shrugged. "I mean the cum part."
"He came in your mouth?" I stared at her and I hadn't let Steve do that with me yet.
"Well, yeah!" She grinned at me. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I just…"
"You never did it, huh?" Natalie smiled at me.
"Not like, all the way," I admitted.
"I did." She stuck her tongue out at me. "He told me when he was going to cum, in case I didn't like it, but I wanted to try, you know?"
"It was good though?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.
"Yeah! It was like salty, kinda. Like…I don't know, sorta gooey too." She laughed. "It tasted good, it just felt weird."
"Huh." I nodded, thinking maybe I'd do it, just once to see what it was like. If Natalie liked it then maybe it couldn't be that bad.
"He showed me how to sixty-nine," Natalie told me. "That's why I did it mostly, cause he was sucking my pussy good!"
"God!" I looked at my little sister and she was just seventeen, but she sounded a lot older suddenly.
"Yeah, we did everything." She smiled. "He was really good at having sex."
"I guess so." I shook my head. "He's just in high school huh?"
"No…What?" Natalie blinked at me. "Oh, Jared? Yeah. He is."
"That's who you were doing it with, right?" I asked cause it almost sounded like it wasn't for a second there.
"Yeah! Oh yeah." My sister nodded quickly and looked away and I knew she was lying. She wasn't my little sister just once in awhile, I'd grown up with her and I could tell.
"Okay, cool," I said, letting it go. It was her business anyway, I just hoped she was being careful with the guy. Anybody that knew that much about sex probably wasn't in the eleventh grade!
"Uh, we better get ready," Natalie said and she was nervous now, probably knowing I was suspicious because she knew me too.
"You just be careful okay," I told her sincerely. "Just respect yourself first, right?"
"Yeah. I am, Kylie," she nodded and let me give her hug and a kiss on her cheek.
"Okay," I nodded, but I was dying to know who was fucking my little sister. I wondered if he was really white or if he was black, cause now it could be anyone almost.
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"Still coming up to Duluth with me next week, right?" Steve asked me and I nodded.
"Yeah, I told my parents I was spending it with a friend," I agreed.
"But not a boyfriend, huh?" Steve sighed.
"Uhhh…Not a boyfriend, no," I admitted slowly and I was undressing while my boyfriend relaxed on his bed. It was only two in the afternoon and I was sorta skipping a class.
"Hmmm…" he sighed, smiling at me and rubbing the bulge in his pants.
"I missed you last night." I smiled at him, pulling my sweater over my head, drawing my breasts taut so they almost fell out of my bra.
"Me too, baby." Steve grinned. "I gotta do those field trips though, you know."
"Yeah, but two, three nights a week?" I pouted. "I'm gonna start thinking you have another girl."
"I can barely handle you," Steve chuckled.
He had been spending a lot of time at night court, of all things, since he was a law student. He needed to observe cases being tried and do reports or some such for his classes. I didn't know anything about that stuff; only that it kept him away from me far too often.
"Oh yeah?" I stuck out my tongue. "You think you can handle me?"
"Heh." Steve watched as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra and he eyed my swollen breasts happily, my long black nipples already hard for the man.
"No?" I shook my head, dropping my bra and unzipping my skirt slowly, letting it fall around my feet so he could see the tiny pink thong I was wearing, brand new and just for him.
"Get your black ass on the bed, Kylie," he sighed. "I'll handle you."
"Ohhh…" I licked my lips, climbing onto the bed with a giggle. "I like the sound of that."
"Take my cock out for me, slut," he told me and this was a game I liked a lot, being Steve's little black whore.
"Are you gonna make me suck it again?" I asked, reaching for his pants.
"You like it now, huh?" He grinned at me. "You got a taste for ball juice now."
"I love your ball juice!" I giggled and that was my newest fetish, eating Steve's hot salty sperm. It was just weird thinking that my little sister had turned me onto the idea.
"Yeah, I know you do, Kylie," Steve nodded, lifting his hips as I pulled his pants down his long muscular legs. "All you black sluts love eating cum."
"Oh yeah?" I tossed his pants aside and reached for his boxers. "You know a lot of black sluts?"
"I know you." He reached for me, stroking my face and I turned my head so I could kiss his palm.
"Hmmmm…There it is…" I sighed happily as Steve's big cock sprang free, slapping his belly like a jack-in-the-box as his underwear came down.
"Yeah, get your mouth on it, bitch," my boyfriend whispered. "Get a good taste of my white cock."
"I love your cock," I murmured, moving my mouth close and taking a lick across the swollen head. "Every inch of it."
"Turn around, baby…Let me play with your ass…" Steve whispered and I ended up on my left side facing him with my legs spread, giving the man complete access to my shaved black cunt and tight little asshole.
Steve pulled my thong aside and I moaned around his cock as I had three fat inches stuffed into my mouth. I was tickling it with my tongue, bobbing my head slowly up and down and wishing I knew the secret to taking all of it. I wanted to deep throat that monster. He was just too fat though, my fingers barely going around the shaft, and I jerked him off while I sucked the head mostly.
My boyfriend didn't mind, he enjoyed it, and Steve was preoccupied with my pussy and ass anyway. He was fingering both of my holes gently, licking his fingers every now and again, rubbing my clit with his thumb until she was buzzing with excitement. I wriggled my hips and ass when I felt his fingers pushing inside me, one in my pussy, splitting the growing wetness there, and his long middle finger forcing it's way past the ring of my anus, into my hot rectum. It was good like that and I sucked my boyfriend even harder.
"I want to fuck you, Kylie," Steve breathed and I pulled my mouth off his dick reluctantly, but I wanted him in my pussy too.
I let him move me so that I was on my hands and knees and I shivered with pleasure when his cock rubbed across my hungry sex. My labia were plump and dark, the interior of my cunt glistening all pink and juicy. I spread my smooth brown thighs, thrusting back with my pelvis so that my pussy was wide open and ready for him. I'd missed this the previous evening and I wondered at how spoiled I'd become when I could barely go a day without my lover's thick white cock inside me.
"Do you have a rubber?" I asked him.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, not in your pussy!" he laughed. "Relax."
"Ummmm…" I sighed, biting my lip uncertainly, "…Just be careful."
"Shhhh…" Steve whispered, pushing forward slowly and splitting my black cunt wide around his prick with one long push.
"Oh Steve!" I winced slightly as he touched the deepest parts of my sex, the head of his cock finding the entrance to my womb and it always sent a little jolt of pleasurable pain through me.
"Like that, bitch?" Steve asked, bending his body over mine and reaching for my heavy tits as they fell low from my body.
"God yeah!" I breathed, feeling his hands gripping my tits and squeezing me hard, the way I liked it.
He was pumping me slowly, working his cock in and out of me while he pinched and pulled at my nipples, tugging them down like he was milking a little black cow. My pussy was clamped tightly around his prick and it wasn't going to be long before he made me cum like that. Steve always knew how to fuck me right and I turned my head, wanting his kiss and he gave it to me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, moaning as my boyfriend worked his pelvis in a circle, not moving in and out so much just then, but more like he was stirring all those fuck juices up inside me. Natalie thought her boyfriend was a good fuck, but she had no idea. Steve was making me crazy!
My clitty throbbed and my nipples burned and I was shivering as I had a nice little orgasm, making me grind my ass back hard, my whole body tense and tingling with the pleasure of it. I was being loved, held tightly and fucked sweetly and loved. It was all I wanted in the whole world and I surrendered completely. My quivering sex spasming around Steve's cock and just feeling him unsheathed within me, bareback with his cockhead reaching towards my fertile womb was making it special.
"Ohhh fuck…We gotta do something else, Kylie," Steve whispered and we were both hot and gasping for air.
"Don't cum inside me," I reminded him weakly and Steve was already pulling out of my pussy. I wasn't really ovulating, my period had just ended a few days before, but there was always the risk, however unlikely.
"I know," he said and my boyfriend adjusted his aim slightly, making me groan with surprised joy as I felt his cock suddenly stabbing into my unprepared asshole.
"Fuck!" I shut my eyes tightly, grabbing the sheets and trying to relax as he forced his fat dick inside my dry ass.
"Take it, slut…Give me that sweet black ass of yours!" Steve groaned, taking my hips in his strong hands as I moved around, trying to make up my mind if I wanted to fuck him back, or get away.
At least his cock was nice and wet with my orgasm now and it wasn't really painful. I was used to having my ass fucked by then, but usually I was a little more ready for it. Still, after the initial discomfort, the pain went away and I just started feeling good all over again. Steve knew how to use that cock of his and he worked my asshole over nicely, sliding his cock inside slowly and then pulling back out, completely at times. Just so he could see my sphincter stretch around his cockhead when he pushed it back inside, I think.
"There…Oh that's good…Fuck my black ass hard…" I breathed and I was into it finally, pushing myself back and rolling my ass around as I did all the work.
"Yeah, slut…Fuck my dick, love that white cock with your ass," Steve told me and he wasn't even holding onto me anymore. He was just watching as I worked my asshole back and forth along the long white shaft that impaled me.
"Uh-huh…Oh yeah…Fuck me…Huh…Fuck me good…" I was nodding, shoving myself back hard enough that the soft sweaty slap of my ass meeting his body filled the small room.
"Ah fuck…I love your ass, baby…That sweet black ass of yours, Kylie!" Steve groaned and he was close. "Move…Move, turn around!"
"Wha…Oh…Yeah…" I giggled and blinked at him, not understanding at first, not until Steve was pushing and pulling me.
"In your mouth, slut!" Steve groaned, holding his cock with his right hand and grabbing a fistful of my thick black heir with his left.
I opened mouth just as he started cumming, my boyfriend jamming his dick between my tightly stretched lips and I was flooded with his semen. It was hot and thick and salty and I was swallowing as fast as I could while Steve pumped his cock with his fist. He was shooting too much and it spilled out of my mouth, squeezing past the corners of my lips to run down my chin. I loved eating his cum, so much that I didn't even think about how his cock had just been balls deep in my asshole. I didn't care, all I could taste was Steve's delicious ball juice and I was getting a real tummy full now.
"Hmmm…Fuck, Kylie…" Steve grinned at me a few minutes later, sitting back all red faced and happy while I licked his dirty cock clean.
"Am I a good little slut?" I asked him with a smile and my boyfriend nodded slowly.
"You're a beautiful little slut," Steve told me. "My cum eating whore."
"Heh!" I licked my lips and moved up his body so he could hold me, give me that after sex snuggle Steve was so good at. My boyfriend was the complete package and I was in love.
He even kissed me, not caring that I'd just sucked his balls dry and swallowed his fresh load. He loved me too and calling me all those names, his slut and whore and bitch, none of it meant anything except that I wanted to be his completely. That was how we did it, how I told him I'd do anything he wanted in our bedroom. I'd be the nastiest slut in the world and love every second of it if it made him happy. Everywhere else, Steve treated me like princess. What girl could ask for more than that?
"You got me all squishy now," I giggled, reaching back to feel my asshole leaking his sperm.
"Here…Let me fix this…" Steve grinned and I rolled my eyes while he adjusted my thong, pulling it back into place so the thin pink back of it barely covered my tender anus.
"Thanks." I kissed his chin and rolled my eyes.
"No problem," he nodded. "Even a slut has to keep her modesty."
"Yeah." I hugged Steve tightly, putting my cheek against his chest and listening to his heart.
"Hey, uh…" he looked down at me, "…Did Natalie talk to you?"
"Natalie?" I looked up at him. "About what?"
"I mentioned to her that we were going up to my parents for Thanksgiving and she wondered if she could come along too."
"You mentioned it to her?" I sat up a little, feeling confused. "When?"
"Last week, I guess," Steve shrugged.
"You talked to her last week?"
"Email, yeah." Steve smiled. "I went to her website, that Friendster one, remember?"
"Uh…Okay." I narrowed my eyes and I sorta remembered. "So what?"
"Well, I emailed her. You know, just to say hi," Steve chuckled. "And she emailed me back and so…I dunno, we've been emailing almost everyday."
"For a month?" I blinked at him.
"It hasn't been that long, has it?" Steve said. "But yeah, she's really sweet. I like her a lot."
"My sister," I said. "You've been talking to my sister for a month and you never mentioned it?"
"I thought she did," Steve shrugged. "Anyway, what's wrong with that?"
"I don't know," I said and I really didn't. "Nothing I guess, it's just…weird."
"Well, there's nothing weird about Natalie," Steve told me. "She's pretty cool."
"Yeah." I put my head back down. "So, um, what do you guys talk about? In your emails?"
"About you mostly," Steve chuckled and I looked up sharply. "Well, what do you expect?"
"What do you say about me?" I asked, deciding I kind of didn't like this very much.
"Good things." Steve kissed my forehead. "And I told her I was bringing you up to meet my parents and Natalie wants to come along."
"I don't know if…" I frowned, "…What would your parents say?"
"About what?" Steve asked with a smile. "She's your sister, not a total stranger."
"Yeah but they don't even know me," I sighed.
"They're gonna love you, Kylie," Steve promised. "Natalie too, come on. She needs a break."
"She does, huh?" I sucked my lips and wondered just how close Natalie and Steve were now.
"Yeah," my boyfriend nodded. "You should spend more time with her anyway, you know? She's all alone at home, going to school. She's not a kid."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean she's seventeen," Steve told me. "She's growing up, that's all. She misses you. This will be fun, the three of us spending a weekend together."
"With your parents," I reminded him.
"Well, yeah." He laughed. "But they go to bed early."
"What?" I giggled. "What does that have to do with anything."
"I dunno." Steve grinned at me. "I'm just saying, me you and Natalie…Come on! It'll be fun."
"You just want to have two girls, huh?" I teased him. "Like one isn't enough?"
"One of you is enough for any man." Steve kissed me. "But your sister is definitely, seriously cute."
"Oh, don't go there!" I warned him with a laugh. "She's my little sister."
"That's part of the attraction," Steve said softly and then he was kissing me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth and I didn't get a chance to wonder aloud what he'd meant by that.
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The hard part was convincing my parents to let Natalie come with me. They really couldn't say no if I wanted to go, but she was still just seventeen and so it was up for some intense discussion. Mostly they wanted to know who we were going with, obviously, and telling them it was a white boy wasn't gonna get anything but a definite no for an answer.
So I did what any big sister would…I lied.
"You're a bad influence," I chided Natalie as she packed some stuff for the trip.
We were going up Wednesday afternoon and coming back Sunday night, a long weekend away from home, and Natalie was excited. More so than I might have expected her to be, and I started thinking maybe Steve was right about her and how she needed a break from our mom and dad. I know I certainly needed one from time to time and so I felt a little guilty that my sister had gone through my boyfriend to ask me, like she was shy or something.
"Yeah." Natalie stuck her tongue out at me. "I'm a bad girl."
"Shhh…Don't let Mom and Dad hear you," I grinned, flopping on my sister's bed. "They can still change their minds."
"Mmmm…I know. We gotta get out of here quick!" Natalie giggled as she sorted through her underwear drawer.
"What are you bringing?" I asked, watching as she pulled out some lacy panties in red. "Mom know about those?"
"Are you crazy?" Natalie laughed. "Ahhhh…"
She pulled out a matching bra and it was half a bra at the most, not intended for high school girls, that's for sure. The lingerie set was fire engine red and pretty much see through and I wondered where my sister had gotten it. A few seconds later I was wondering why she was even bringing it.
"My boyfriend bought underwear for me," she whispered with a little grin. "Pretty awesome, huh?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "I never had a boyfriend buy me anything like that."
"Steve doesn't buy you stuff?" Natalie looked at me and I shrugged. "Well, yeah, but not like red panties."
"He should," Natalie decided seriously. "I'll tell him."
"What?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't say a word, Nat! I'll tell my boyfriend if I want something, okay?"
"Yeah, okay," she shrugged. "But he's not a mind reader, you know."
"Uh-huh," I nodded.
I watched her dig out more clothes, her best and sexiest clothes for the most part, not that Natalie had a lot of sexy clothes to pick from. It soon became apparent to me though that my little sister did have a stash, you know? A little black miniskirt, some pink short-shorts, a sheer white blouse…I know Mom didn't know about that stuff.
"When did you become an expert on my boyfriend anyway?" I wondered.
"Steve?" Natalie giggled and I thought she sounded nervous. "Oh, I dunno. We talk a lot, he told you about that right?"
"Yeah," I said and I'd already asked her a bit about their emails, but Natalie hadn't said much.
"He's so cool," Natalie drew a breath.
"That's what he says about you," I told her.
"Yeah?" Natalie nodded. "I know he likes me."
"Well, he's a nice guy," I sighed, wondering why I was feeling twitchy all of a sudden.
"Not as much as he likes you, maybe, but…" Natalie giggled and I lifted my head.
"What do you mean by maybe?" I asked and then felt immediately stupid as my sister turned her innocent brown eyes on mine.
"Huh?" she asked and I just lay back down, feeling bad because I was jealous of my boyfriend emailing my sister.
"Nothing," I said. "I'm just...I dunno."
"Jealous? You don't have to be," Natalie told me and she really did know me good. "He loves you a lot."
"Does he?" I wondered, looking at the ceiling. My sister had posters on it, like Chili Peppers and Black Eyed Peas. Snoop Dog was smiling at me and I smiled back.
"Oh yeah!" Natalie giggled. "It makes me a little jealous."
"What?" I turned to look at her and she just shrugged.
"I just wish someone would love me like that, you know," Natalie said. "It's gotta be nice, huh?"
"What about your boyfriend?" I asked. "He loves you right? He's buying you underwear."
"Yeah," Natalie laughed. "He loves me, but he's kinda…attached."
"Attached." I rolled onto my side so I could face her directly. "What do you mean? He's married?"
"No!" Natalie wrinkled her nose at me. "He's just…got a girlfriend."
"Well…" I shrugged, "…Do you love him?"
"Oh yeah," she bit her bottom lip and nodded. "More than anything."
"Do what I'd do then." I grinned at her.
"What's that?" my sister asked.
"Break them up!" I giggled. "Steal him away and don't give him back."
"Heh!" She stuck her tongue out, rolling her eyes. "I wish!"
"If he ain't married, he ain't that attached, believe me," I said, as if I knew anything on the subject.
I had to be insane giving my little sister advice like that when I didn't even know the guy in question. It was just fun anyway though, or so I told myself, and Natalie was old enough to know what she was doing. Or at least she knew as much as me and so I doubted she'd take anything I had to say too seriously anyway.
"Nah, I couldn't do that to her," Natalie said after a few minutes and she was about done packing her stuff.
"Why's that?" I asked, getting off the bed. "You know her or something?
"Yeah." My sister smiled at me as we stood face to face. "She's a friend of mine."
I blinked hard at that, but it was time to go and all I could do was try and remember who Natalie's friends were, and which one of them could possibly have a boyfriend worth stealing. I couldn't think of anyone though and it was going to bother me until I could talk to her about again. I hate little puzzles like that, but they are sorta fun.