****** My White Princess (her story) by Jennifer ******
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My White Princess (her story)


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~~My boyfriend (Black Knight) has gotten several emails from people. Many of
them asking if they are true and if they are what is "her" side of the story.
Also girls named Jennifer want to know if it is "their" Greg that wrote the
story "My White Princess". And he's had several guys named Greg, email him he's
really "their" Jennifer wrote it. Because apparently there are several black
Greg's out there dating several red headed white Jennifer's out there. Please
let me clarify. The story IS true, this is my (his girlfriend's) version of
what happened that night. Black Knight's real name IS NOT Greg and I myself
(Morning Mistress) am not legally named Jennifer. Both of us live in a small
town where interracial dating isn't looked at upon the same way it is in other
places. In fact, no one knows that we're dating, or having sex, not even our
best friends. As I have already stated, our names are not Jennifer and Greg and
we merely chose common names to prevent having to answer to the people in our
town. We feel it's our business and we'll tell people when we're ready. So to
all the Greg's and Jenn's that are dating one another out there that have or
will read this story I apologize to you. If you have any comments, and/or
criticism after reading Black Knight's story (My White Princess) or my version
of it you can send it to either black_as_knight@hotmail.com or
morning_mistress@hotmail.com
Thanx so much~~

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Greg and I always knew one another, he was my first friend as well as my best
friend. He lived directly across the street from me. Greg was quite skinny when
he was younger, but he filled out nicely when he got to high school. He became
the slotback on the football team and the point guard on the basketball team.
Between the two sports his black body became incredibly muscular. I'd often go
and watch his football or basketball practices just to see his gorgeous black
body in action. Though he has a fantastic body there's just something about
Greg that is so appealing and I can't even describe it, his large brown eyes
are so deep and I was never sure what they were looking at, and he has the most
kissable full lips of any guy I've ever met.

Greg and I never fooled around till the night we first had sex. In fact, I had
no idea he was interested in me. I was 17 when my grandfather fell ill. It was
close to finals and Mom didn't want to be distracted, so she sent me across the
street to stay with Greg and his mom. Irene, Greg's mom, was really nice about
the whole thing. I didn't eat that night, I was just so sad. At about 4:00, 4:
30 a.m. I couldn't sleep, I wanted the comfort of my best friend. Silently I
crept down the hallway and slipped into Greg's room. Through the crack left in
the door frame I could see what Greg didn't want me to see... he had the
largest hard-on I'd ever seen. Oddly the thought saddened me because I knew he
hadn't been thinking about me. He had stopped jacking off when I had walked in
the door but I guess the sight of any half naked girl would have made him cum.
He quickly pulled up his quilt to cover his embarrassing wet spot. I knew that
he was embarrassed enough without me saying anything so I pretended not to
notice. I knew that it had been the sight of me that had caused him to cum, and
not only was I flattered I was also wet between my legs. I lay down in the
fetal position on his bed, quietly I asked him, "Greg, will you spoon with me?"

He willingly complied as he molded his body to my own. It felt so good and
though he thought I didn't notice his hands crept up and cupped my small
breasts. I'm not sure what time in the morning it was when I finally started to
wake up, but I remember feeling Greg's body pressed against my, skin to skin.
His fingers had found their way under the underwire of my bra. They were
pressing gently against my nipples bringing blood to the surface and causing my
nipples to be over sensitive. In my sleep induced state I was stroking my
pelvis over the long hard length of his dick. I'm not sure how long we lay in
this position I wasn't really totally awake but Greg bolted out of bed and ran
for the bathroom. I heard him slam the hallway door to the bathroom shut.

I opened my eyes and stretched. I was kind of disappointed that nothing and
incredibly sexually frustrated. I was about to get out of Greg's bed to go get
dressed when I heard Greg calling me,

"Jennifer, OH Jennifer."

"Yes Greg." I called back.

He didn't tell me why he was calling me instead he repeated, "Jennifer, oh
Jennifer."

"WHAT GREG?!" I yelled.

Still I got no reply other that, "Oh God Jennifer."

Annoyed and sexually frustrated I got out of bed and walked to the conjoining
bathroom door from his bedroom. I was about to yell at him when I saw him
standing at the toilet, his boxers open and his dick in his hand. Unconsciously
I opened my eyes wide, I'd never seen a dick so big in my life. It was huge, a
good 8 inches long and I wasn't sure I could wrap my hand around it, it was so
thick. I was so turned on watching him stroke himself, although he seemed to be
rather vicious. I was soaking wet watching him, with in 3 or 4 minutes he'd
shot his load. It was amazing to watch, I'd given hand jobs and blow jobs a few
times but had never watched the guy cum. His dick was black like the rest of
his body and his cum was so white, it was such a turn on. Honestly I was ready
to climax myself, and I accidentally let out a little gasp.

"Fuck Jenn. Close the door and mind your own business!" Greg yelled at me.

He never scorned me for anything, and when he yelled at me while I was so
turned on and emotional I nearly burst out crying right there. Instead I turned
and ran for my own room, I got dressed as fast as I could and raced upstairs.
My only plan was to get out of the house before he got upstairs, I was so
embarrassed at having been caught watching him. Unfortunately he came upstairs
before I could finish breakfast. I didn't want to be rude or for him to be
embarrassed too so I calmly said,

"Good morning Greg."

"Good morning Jenn."

I couldn't look at Greg, partly because I was embarrassed at having caught me
watching him but mostly because I had been so turned on and I hadn't had an
outlet for it. I was wet the whole day, it was really rather uncomfortable. I
just kept thinking about what it would be like to have Greg deep inside me, and
wondering if it had been me he'd been thinking about in the morning. I knew I
couldn't look at Greg because he'd know instantly what I'd been thinking all
day. About 9:30 p.m. Greg announced that he was going out and I was glad. I
wanted something to happen but it was painfully evident that if anything was
going to happen I'd have to initiate it. I went to my room and devised a whole
plan. He came back an hour and a half later which had given me enough time to
plot the whole thing out and get up the nerve to do it. It's one thing to think
about it and a whole other to actually do it. I heard the door of his room
shut.

Of course I couldn't just go into his room and ask him to fuck me. 30 minutes
before I slipped into Greg's room I made sure I looked perfect. I'd put on a
black silk camisole dress, I'd also made sure that I wasn't wearing panties or
a bra. I looked at myself in the mirror and it took me a good 20 minutes to
convince myself to quit thinking about it and just do it. I knew Irene wasn't
home and was thankful of that, I quietly moved through the hallway and into
Greg's room. The second I saw him on his bed I just wanted to jump him, I'd
never had such a physical reaction to a guy before in my life. He was sitting
in his bed reading one of the many classics he collects. All he was wearing was
a pair of white boxers. His black body seeming all that much darker sitting on
his white sheets. He lowered his book to look at me, I took notice that his
eyes grew darker, his jaw muscles tensed and he became instantly hard.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" I asked him.

I half expected him to laugh and ask me what I was doing. If he'd done that I
was going to run back to my room and never do anything like this again. He sat
there, staring at me, not saying anything for what seemed like forever. Finally
he managed to say,

"Hell yes."

I pondered for a minute, I had to choose my next words carefully.

"This morning... was... was it me you were thinking about?" I asked.

After another hesitation Greg seemed to grasp what I was asking and quietly
admitted that it was me. I wasn't sure what to do anymore. I couldn't just walk
out of there, I had to do something. Stupidly I blurted out,

"Would you like to see me masturbate?"

Greg's eyes get really wide and I knew that he didn't really understand what I
was asking but that it sounded pretty good. I swallowed what little of my pride
and vanity I had left and clarified,

"I saw you, it's only fair if you see me."

He nodded his head, and then I knew I was really screwed. I'd never masturbated
before, in private or public. I didn't know how I was going to manage this. I
asked him if I could have the head board, it only made sense that propping
myself up would give him a better view of what I was doing. He just moved to
the end of the bed leaving me with no ideas what so ever of what to do. I moved
his pillows so that they propped me up at a good angle. I nimbly put my legs on
the bed and spread them as far as I could, and with 36" legs, that's fairly
far. Greg was watching with increasing intensity as I moved my right hand down
between my legs. I rolled my vaginal lips between my fingers and I started to
understand why guys liked shaved pussies, hell, even I liked the feel of my
bare pussy. I stroked over my clitoris. I felt exposed and vulnerable but I
could feel my body reacting to the stimuli it was receiving. I had no idea what
I was doing so I just went with what I wanted Greg to do. I flicked my clitoris
in a circular motion with my middle finger.

I'd never felt so good in my life, all the while pretending that it was
actually Greg touching me. My nipples had been hard before I'd walked into the
room and they felt like they were straining against the silk material. I
lowered the straps of the camisole dress with my left hand. I stroked my
nipples while they were dry but decided to try something new. I ran my hand
down the length of my body, over my stomach, over my pelvis, right between my
legs. I lubricated my fingers and then went back to massaging my nipples. I
never stopped with my right hand, my middle finger delving into my tight cunt.

Finally Greg got the picture, I wanted him to join me. He sat staring, and I
knew he wanted me. For the second time that day he opened his white boxers and
started jerking off. I took notice of how he did it, fist over fist and his
fingers often trailed lightly over the head of it. It was all I could do to
finish myself off, I just wanted to lean over and take his impressive dick into
my mouth and suck it till it went limp again. Thinking about Greg was what made
me cum, I grabbed a pillow to muffle my screams. I'd never had an orgasm and it
was almost physically overpowering. Greg had cum all over me and the bed, I
could see him shy away from me because of it. I'd come too far to have to turn
away because he was embarrassed about a natural function. I looked at him and
blurted out the first question that came to my mind,

"What does it taste like?"

"I don't know, I've never blown myself," Greg replied.

It made sense to me, it was a stupid question. What can I say, I'd never done
anything like this before. I wiped a glob of it what was on my breast off with
two fingers and licked it off. It really tasted not bad, it was different, but
definitely not a bad taste. I told him so too. Greg looked uncertain of what to
do next, so again I blurted out the first thing that came to mind,

"Would you like to try?"

I arched my back to give Greg a better angle to my breasts. I wasn't being
seductive or coy, I was making the whole thing up as I went along. The whole
time I was terrified that Greg would turn me down. For once that night, Greg,
did not hesitate. He almost immediately leaned over and took my nipple into his
mouth, he suckled at my nipple till he had all the sperm he had released then
moved onto the other breast. I was whimpering and my body was shaking, I came
close to a second orgasm right then and there. I'd had no idea that my breasts
were so sensitive. He looked up from my breasts and kissed me. His tongue
slipped into my mouth and I could taste him in his own mouth. It was so erotic.
I could taste the bit of seed he hadn't swallowed, by that time there was no
taste I loved more than him. I licked greedily over his tongue, trying to get
any of his taste into my mouth.

He pulled me into his lap and I could feel his dick rise right against my
pussy. His hands massaged my waist.

"I want you so bad, Jennifer," he whispered right before kissing me.

I couldn't even answer him, my mind wasn't working well enough to be able to
for sentences. I just ground my hips down over his amazing cock which was now
fully hard and impressive all in it's own right. I'm not entirely sure how my
dress ended up off my body but I'm pretty sure Greg did it. He cupped my
breasts in his hands, they fit entirely over my small breasts. He spread his
fingers over my nipples, I'd never seen anything to different. His dark black
skin pressed up against my pale white skin. He leaned over and again started
sucking on my nipples, when I could no longer stand it anymore I cried loudly,

"Fuck me Greg."

"Say it again," he demanded.

He inserted two fingers into my tight twat and I thought I was going to burst.
He began finger fucking me, his fingers imitating what I had shown him earlier.

"FUCK ME!" I screamed.

Greg merely laughed at me, and maintained a controlled level of speaking and
said, "I am though."

It was all I could do to talk, and I thought it was so mean of Greg to tease me
this way. Somehow I manage to choke out,

"No, I want your dick inside my cunt."

Again he demanded, "Say it again."

I knew he was playing mind games with me, and infuriated that he'd play games
with me in that state I yelled,

"I WANT YOUR FUCKING DICK BURIED SO FAR IN MY PUSSY I DON'T KNOW WHERE I END
AND YOU START! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARD AND I WANT IT NOW!"

And with that he again laughed at me, he threw me on my back and pounded into
my tight virgin pussy. He didn't stop when he felt penetration of my hymen and
I was glad. Because he went so fast I didn't feel a thing, all I felt was his
long, thick shaft stretching and penetrating my body. He was so deep inside me,
and he felt so hot, I linked my ankles around his broad body and pulled him as
deep as possible.

"Fuck me!" I commanded, deciding it was only fair.

"No," he simply replied.

I scowled and was about to say, 'Well it's a little late for that now isn't
it?'

"Who's the only guy who makes you wet?" he ordered, expecting the right answer
from me.

I didn't reply at all and I felt him withdraw from inside me, reluctantly I
cried, "You!"

"Who's the only guy you'll ever fuck?" he demanded viciously.

Refusing to answer, not wanting him to get the upper hand again I felt him
withdraw more. I honestly did not want anyone else but Greg so again I cried,
"YOU!"

"That's right Baby, and don't you ever forget it."

As he said that he almost totally left me just before thrusting deeply inside
me. He repeated the action, in the beginning I was moving my hips in a circular
motion. Greg would kiss me hard a possessively on the lips and moan something
unintelligible. He lapped at my breasts and nipples and then he'd kiss me so
hard. I of course would kiss him back with just as much force as he put into
his. Eventually I was just thrusting my hips high to meet his, meeting him
straight on blow-for-blow. It wasn't long after that I felt a build up of
sexual tension surface and I arched my back and screamed,

"I'M COMMMMMMIIIINNNNGG!"

I could feel my pussy spasm over his dick as he began to lose the control he
worked so hard to gain. He shot his load deep inside me. It was hot and I could
feel it gushing out of my newly stretched cunt. His dick remained inside of me
as he went limp, he was so far inside me that even as he went totally limp he
didn't slip out.

"I'm so sorry, Jennifer," he whispered.

Confused by this I replied, "For what?"

"For fucking you, and taking your virginity, and fucking you so hard, and for
not being more responsible and using a condom, for wanting to forbid you to
fuck anyone else, and for wanting to do it all over again," Greg blurted out
all at once.

Greg rolled over so he was on his back, his soft dick all but fell out of me. I
sat up on his pelvis and looked down at him. He shaved his head and it was sexy
to touch, his forehead and eyebrows were knit with concern. His dark eyes
stared right at me, and his kissable lips were frowning. He has sculptured pecs
and an incredible washboard stomach. His strong, experienced hands nearly
spanned my waist. My legs spread wide over his broad pelvis. I knew that he was
struggling with something so reassuringly I told him.

"I've wanted to fuck you since I for as long as I remember. I wanted you to
take my virginity. I wanted to you fast and hard, I knew what I was asking, I
understand it isn't precisely most people's idea of losing it, but who cares.
I'm on the pill and if I hadn't been I would have asked you to put on a condom.
I never want to fuck anyone else but you, and I want you again, but I'm so
tired right now."

It was really late, close to 5:30 a.m., I moved off of him and lay on my side
waiting for him to curl up beside me. He did almost instantaneously. I knew he
fell asleep the second he closed his eyes, I however couldn't sleep that
easily. I didn't sleep at all that night, or morning should I say. It's almost
amazing how I found the energy to keep up with Greg when he woke up...

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