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Subject: {ASSM} Time Enough by Kylie X (M/F, Romance, Interracial, Impregnation, Oral)
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Time Enough
by Kylie X

Story Codes: M/F, Romance, Interracial, Impregnation, Oral
Copyright 2007 Kylie X all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Synopsis: When nineteen year old Kylie has one small slip, allowing a
stranger to have unprotected sex with her, the black coed suffers
through a long day of ups and downs before making a fateful decision.

Time Enough
by Kylie X


"Mmmm..." I stretched slowly, feeling that wonderful warmth of being
wrapped in sheets and more, of being held by someone.

It was morning, early morning and the windows were grey, and I opened
my eyes just long enough to figure that out before closing them again.
I didn't want to wake up. I didn't have a hangover, nothing like that,
but it had been a long night. A busy night and I was with someone and
I couldn't remember his name.

I was like that sometimes, which sounds bad, but it's true. I like
boys a lot and this one, oh...He was white, I remembered that much. A
cute white boy to compliment my pretty black body. Black and white
inside, that's me and I could feel him behind me, his cock hard and
pressing against my ass in his sleep. I liked that feeling and he must
have been having his own dreams because every now and again I could
feel a little push, a little shake of his hips, and that big hard cock
would press a little harder.

"Kylie..." He whispered and his left arm was over my body, his hand on
my firm round breast, giving me just a pleasant squeeze, and my nipple
was hard already beneath his palm.

Morning sex, I loved it, maybe even more than any other kind, I wasn't
sure. I had a vague need to pee, but that could wait. I wanted some
coffee and a toothbrush and a hairbrush too, but all of that could
wait. His cock was thick and swollen and right there between the round
globes of my ass and he was moving now, working it back and forth,
playing with my nipple. And I couldn't remember his name and that
could wait too.

I moved my leg, my left leg, the top one as I lay on my right side
away from him, and he shifted slightly, his steely cock jutting upward
and finding my sex already moist for him. Just that quick I was wet
and ready, my nineteen year old body always eager it seemed. My dark
labia felt thick and greasy and indistinct as that dull round cock
worked over and between them, digging a furrow across my sex. He was
looking for me, looking for my hole and about to find it, any second,
and then he'd push his cock inside and...

"Wait..." I breathed.

"Hmmm?" He wasn't waiting and my left leg was high, bent at the knee
with my left foot on my calf, giving him access.

"A condom....We need a rubber..." I sighed as much as said, and I opened
my eyes again, trying to see the nightstand next to the bed, on my
side.

Didn't I have condoms there? Three of them, I remembered. I'd had
three just for him and, oh, I remember, we'd used them. All of them,
three times in one night? That's why I felt so good, so tired and lazy
and warm all over. He'd fucked me good the first time, fucked me even
better the second, and then later we'd made love. That was the word
for it, slow and deliberate sex with all the kissing a girl could
want. All the touching and whispers and those happy little orgasms
that only come from being loved. He'd given me that and put me to
sleep with a smile on my pretty face.

"Please..." He was kissing my hair, long and coarse and black, African
black with bedhead kinks that would take me an hour to lose.

"Ahhhmmm..." I caught my breath, holding it as I felt his cock pushing
inside me, splitting the soft pink folds of my pussy and that was
nice.

"Just let me...Mmmm...Feel you..." he breathed into my ear, "...Inside."

"Oh yesssss..." I hissed pushing myself back rocking my hips, just a
little, and feeling that big white cock sinking slowly deeper into my
unprotected womb.

He'd have to pull out, I knew that I was right in the middle of my
cycle, the worst time possible, and a college girl didn't need a baby.
A black girl didn't need a white baby. He'd feel me, sure, and make it
good for me too, but later, before anything happened, he'd have to
pull out. We could do that, I thought, turning my face, morning breath
or no. I needed a kiss. I needed some love. I just needed.

He was handsome in that weak light, with his tousled blonde hair and
dark eyes. Were they blue? Yeah, but I couldn't tell just then. They
were just dark and looking into mine and he kissed me, before washing
our faces, or rinsing our mouths, and my tongue was sticky and my lips
chapped, and he tasted stale. I liked it though, kissing like that.
It's forbidden, you know, kissing a boy you've just met first thing in
the morning. A huge turn-off and he'll never love me again, but not
this time. He was kissing me back.

Fucking me too, taking me from behind with his cock inside my pussy,
working it back and forth just a few inches. Short strokes, with his
smooth cockhead staying deep inside me, no risk of coming out, no
reason to pull back too far, this felt good enough. Too good and I was
sucking his tongue, moaning into his mouth while he pinched my nipple
hard, too hard for sunrise, and I gasped and groaned and arched my
back against the pleasure of that little pain. I liked it and he knew
me now. He knew me intimately, like in the bible he knew me, like he'd
fucked me three times and now he was doing it again.

"Fuck me..." I breathed and I wanted it so bad.

"I am." He smiled and kissed me again. "I'm fucking you good now, you
feel so good around me cock, Kylie."

He knew that too, how I liked to hear all those words. All the dirty
ones, the bad ones, the worst ones coming from his lips. I couldn't
remember his name and he knew all my secrets, making me move my small
black ass in tight little circles, thrusting my pelvis back and forth,
squeezing my thighs and tummy and looking for the little muscles in my
cunt. I was squeezing his cock, working it with my sex like I was
milking him for my breakfast.

"My pussy is hungry." I giggled, for no other reason than my orgasm
was coming and it made me silly.

"I'll feed you, Kylie." He was breathing a little harder, moving
smooth and working that cock back and forth in a gentle rhythm. "Give
your slutty little pussy something to eat, baby."

"Yeah...Hmmm..." I kissed him. "Feed my nigger cunt with your cock."

"My big white cock?" He was moving, pulling at me and sliding his
other arm beneath me.

"Yeah..." I moaned, blinking hard as my sex began to tremble, the good
feelings getting to be too much. "Big...White....Hmmm..."

He was rolling me onto him as he went on his back, pulling me so I
could ride him with my back against his smooth chest, lying atop and
along his white body. My legs were spread, the sheets twisted around
me like a python, constricting and annoying and I might have kicked
and tried to loose myself, but his fingers were on my tummy. And then
his fingers were lower, finding my sex, rubbing my hard little clit
and making me thrum all over. I was grinding my ass against him,
riding his cock now, feeling his fingers playing across our sloppy
union.

I was cumming and so wet and hot, the juices spilling out of me as I
fucked that hard white cock into my body, into my womb. He was
incredibly hard, the way men are in the morning and it was taking him
a long time to cum and I didn't mind that at all. I was shaking all
over, my body hot and damp now with sweat. I was playing with my tits,
digging my fingers into my sin, pushing them together because it felt
too good not to. He held me with one arm around my taut belly, the
other rubbing my clit, making me cum and cum again.

We were moving again, somewhere in the middle of my orgasm, he was
moving us once more and I didn't protest at all. I didn't care so long
as his cock stayed inside me. It was awkward and clumsy, like sex is,
and those stupid sheets wouldn't let me go and then I groaned, on my
hands and knees as his cock went even deeper than before. He was
kneeling behind me, holding my hips and pushing hard into my sex,
finding the deepest parts of my hungry hole. I felt stretched suddenly
and I pushed myself back, smelling our thick musk in the air, tasting
our fuck in my open mouth as I panted for air. I was weak and dropped
my head to the mattress, giggling and moaning for more. My ass held
high, my pussy open and clasping around him, massaging that beautiful
white cock with a will of her own.

"Jesus...Kylie...Fuck you're good...You beautiful bitch..." His voice was
everything I wanted, soft and close and dirty.

"Yes...Uh-huh...uh-huh...Fuck me...Oh God..." I was cumming again and he was
there suddenly, without warning and I felt it. "Wha..."

"Fuck!" He gasped, slamming his cock so hard inside me that it hurt,
knocking the air out of me as he hit the bottom of my cunt.

"No...Stop...Fuck..." I pulled myself off, practically jumping forward, my
orgasm all but forgotten as my feverish mind caught up with what I was
feeling. His cock spurting inside me, all the way inside too, right
there against my cervix.

"Shit...Kylie..." He was still cumming, his cock now free of me, shooting
onto my ass and thighs and the bed beneath us.

"You were supposed to pull out!" I practically yelled, turning and
yanking at the sheets angrily, sitting down and spreading my legs,
spreading my pussy lips with my fingers. I was hot inside, pink and
red and open. Milky juices were running from me, but it was thin and I
knew his real sperm was somewhere further inside me.

"Sorry, fuck...It felt too good." He looked at me sheepishly.

"That's so uncool, fuck!" I frowned and got up, going to find the
bathroom and wash him out. "I can't believe you...Fuck! I'm not
protected!"

My morning was ruined. All the good thoughts and feelings vanished
like they never happened. I should have known better, I thought, I
shouldn't have trusted a boy. Don't trust boys. Everyone said it and I
forgot. Fuck! I used the sink, lifting one long brown leg and
balancing on the other, scooping water into my hand, digging my
fingers inside as far as I could reach. He'd been way up in there, and
I tried pushing and spreading my fingers like I might stretch my pussy
enough to let gravity pull it out of me.

I was always careful, so why this? Why me? Godammit!

He was gone when I came out of the bathroom, like the coward he was,
and I still didn't remember his name. Maybe I'd never known it. I'd
met him at a party and he'd been cute and funny and oh, so white. I
like white guys, the way some black guys liked white girls. I like
white boys. It was my secret, the one I kept from my parents who would
never understand such a thing. I'd gone on one date, in 11th grade
with a white boy who'd asked me to the junior prom, and it was like
the world was ending. The worst night of my life, when he'd rang the
doorbell and my father had seen a white boy standing there with a
corsage. I hadn't warned my parents.

Now I had the worst morning of my life to go with it. Another happy
memory for the Kylie scrapbook. I'd never, ever fucked a guy without a
condom before. Even when I knew I wasn't ovulating, I was just
careful. I didn't want to catch anything, not a baby, not a disease. I
was too smart for that, right? Fuck. Why did sex have to feel so good?
Why had I let the guy spend the night? Why hadn't I had four condoms
instead of just three? Why, why, why...And a guy I didn't know. Perfect.
I couldn't even call him and yell a little more, because that's
exactly what I felt like doing. Yelling.

I brushed my hair instead, after my shower, after my coffee, after
washing my cunt, and still convinced I could feel him swimming around
in there. I brushed my hair, thinking I should get another perm, get
it straightened because if I didn't I'd have an Afro the size of a
basketball and I hated that. I brushed my hair for therapy, looking
for some normalcy. I wasn't going to get pregnant. I was too pretty
for that. Bad things didn't happen to pretty people, only the ugly
ones...Yeah, right.

I was making up my face when my roommate found me, knocking on the
door and she'd been out all night because I'd had a man over. We were
careful that way, with our plans and signals and little favors as we
took our turns. The apartment was too small to be otherwise and Karen
and I suited each other. I wish she'd been home, maybe I wouldn't have
fucked what's his name one last time if I'd known Karen was in the
next room. Maybe.

"So?" She grinned at me, not suspecting a thing. "How was he?"

"Okay." I said, leaning close to the mirror and putting on some eye
shadow. Not a lot, it was barely eight in the morning after all and I
was only going to my classes.

"Just okay?" Karen sounded like she didn't believe me and she came
into the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet. "That guy
was seriously hunky dory!"

"Hunky dory? How would you know anyway?" I almost laughed. "He was
more like hunky dopey."

"What's wrong?" Karen wondered and she knew now that something was up.
She brushed some blonde hair from her blue eyes, tucking it behind her
ears as she leaned forward to get the scoop.

"He didn't use a condom." I shrugged, looking at my heart shaped face,
my soft brown eyes and pursing my lips.

I have full lips, but not fat swollen lips like my dad, thank God. And
my nose is small, almost pert, and not too wide. I'm rather proud that
I look a little less black than most of my family, but only in the
face, the rest of me is dark, dark brown. I'm proud of that too. I
like being black, I just really don't want to look like a Mrs. Bubba,
you know?

"What? You mean he wouldn't?" Karen narrowed her eyes and she knew I
always had some because I really liked to have fun. So did Karen.
College was a lot like Disneyland for us, but the rides were a lot
better.

"No, he did." I looked at her. "We ran out. I only had three."

"Only three?" Karen giggled and stuck her tongue out at me. "God! How
many times did you do it?"

"One too many." I sighed. "This morning. I got off him as soon as I
felt it, but...I don't know. It didn't seem like I got a lot of it out
of me."

"Well, how much could there be?" Karen rolled her eyes. "Four times is
a lot for a man, isn't it? The guy probably didn't have anything left
in the tank."

"There was a lot on my ass." I shook my head. "I don't know. You think
I need one of those morning after pills?"

"I don't know, maybe." Karen shrugged. "But where are you going to get
one? You have to find a pharmacy."

"The Snyder's is open." I bit my lip. "I got class though and..."

"Don't look at me, I got classes too." Karen said.

"It was just a little, right?" I asked her. "I mean as soon as I felt
him cumming, I..."

"I don't know, Kylie." Karen laughed. "I wasn't there."

"Shoot." I grabbed some lipstick.

"I told you to go on the pill, remember?" Karen said, being sort of an
I-told-you-so person.

"Yeah, and the doctor said I was hypersensitive, remember?" It was my
turn to roll my eyes.

"And then I suggested a diaphragm..."

"Ugh..." I put on my lipstick quickly, losing interest in being
beautiful for a stupid humanities class. "If we're using condoms
anyway, why should I have to fool around with other stuff, like
diaphragms and risk cancer or something."

"You're not going to get cancer from a diaphragm." Karen laughed. "Fix
your lipstick, you smudged it. Besides, condoms only work if you use
them. Duh!"

"Duh." I sighed, wiping my lips clean with a tissue and trying again.

"Skip class, go get a pill if it's gonna stress you out." Karen said,
looking at her watch. "I gotta get going."

"He was a white guy." I said, mostly to myself. "A black baby I'd just
be in a lot of trouble, but a white one..."

"Go get the pill, stop worrying, and buy like a case of condoms."
Karen kissed my cheek. "I'll see you this afternoon."

"Yeah. Bye." I tried to smile back at her, but it wasn't in me.

I decided I'd go to the drugstore during lunch, since it was a
'morning after pill' I had a lot of time, right? Twenty-four hours? I
thought so, otherwise they would have called it something else. The
'five minute later pill' or something. I had to go to my classes, my
grades weren't that good anyway and if nothing else I'd score some
attendance points or something, I hoped. College was turning out to be
a lot harder than I'd expected, but I hadn't expected to be going out
five nights a week and staying up until three in the morning having
sex with guys whose names I couldn't remember. Fuck! That still
bothered me. I wasn't nearly that bad normally.

Lunch came and went because I'd gotten involved with some girls I knew
who were rushing a sorority because it was that time of year. They
wanted me to go with them, check it out and meet some other girls and,
blah blah blah...It was fun. I had a good time and seriously thought
about joining one, and somewhere in the middle of all that socializing
I told myself the drugstore would be open in the afternoon. I had
time.

More classes, more brain pain and notebooks filled with scribbled
notes as I leaned forward, cocking my head so I could understand all
that mumbling from the podium. Why do professors mumble? Is it like a
rule or something? You can't get tenure if your students can actually
understand a word you're saying? And what was with that guy smiling at
me, tall and blonde...God, blonde guys. I have a fixation, a fetish, and
his eyes were bottle green so I smiled back. I'd seen him before and
he'd seen me and we were playing the game.

"Hey, Kylie, right?" He caught me in the stampede to get out of the
lecture hall.

"Hi, yeah." I nodded and I was looking up, which is nice. I'm five
eight and he was half a foot taller which seemed almost perfect.

"I'm Sam." He had a nice smile like he'd paid for some dentist and his
family to have a nice vacation. I loved Sam's smile. "I was just
thinking about getting some coffee, a little pie maybe and..."

"At Mayfair?" I smiled. "Sure, let's go."

That's how much of a fight I put up, which is to say none at all. But
Mayfair was this little coffee place with the best pies in the world,
except for the ones mom makes, you know. Some tart green apple pie to
go with Sam's green eyes? Oh yeah, this was what I needed and that
drugstore would be open all night, probably. Lots of time and I
probably wasn't pregnant anyway. He'd cum three times already and
number four had to be weak, right? And it was just one or two spurts
before I'd pulled off him. Most of the man's sperm had landed on my
little black butt. I wasn't pregnant anyway, I knew that, I was just
stressing and really, it was ten hours later and I couldn't worry
about anything that long. Not with Sam's smile blinding my eyes.

"You don't look like a Sam." I decided, eating my pie slow because I
really wanted it to last.

"Oh yeah?" He rolled his head. "You look exactly like a Kylie."

He had the excuse to look me over as I sat there, taking in my large
breasts, 34C's that look bigger actually because my body is on the
thin and narrow side, not skinny, just lean and mean and athletic. I
have a great body, thanks to my genes, a flat tummy and small waist,
narrow hips and shoulders, but they go well with my firm round ass and
long legs. All my height comes from my legs and I liked to wear
clothes to show them off, short skirts like the one I was wearing. I
showed off my tits too, brazenly at times, but on this day I was
mildly discrete with a beige sweater and even a bra, although I hardly
needed one really. I'm firm all over.

Sam was firm too. College guys, Jesus, there ought to be a law. And he
was broad shouldered and narrow waisted and I'd gotten a look at his
ass, it was fine like the rest of him. I love checking out guys from
behind. Some of my other friends went right for the guy's front, you
know, looking for a hint of what he was hiding down there, but for me
it was all ass, baby. Fine white ass too, white guys like I said. I
don't know why, I only know...My Prince Charming, the man who would
sweep me off my feet someday, he'd be a white guy. I knew that from
the time I was a thirteen year old kid in cornrows.

Maybe even Sam, because despite the name, he had a lot of potential
and I was trying really hard not to screw it up.

"I hope that's good." I giggled softly, looking down and then back up
playfully.

"It's really good, Kylie." He said, and he was going to say my name
every chance he got now. "It's a beautiful name."

"Do you think people grow into their names?" I asked, accepting the
compliment without dwelling on it, I hoped. "I mean, if my parents had
named me Bertha..."

He laughed at that and shook his head.

"...Do you think I'd look different?" I took a little bite of my pie,
just a nibble.

"I wouldn't even guess, Kylie." Sam licked his lips and his hand was
touching mine, just that easy, his fingers stroking lightly across my
skin.

Later I glanced down the street. The drugstore was three blocks away
in one direction, the campus two blocks in the other. I should have
said something, made an excuse. I needed to run an errand, I'd say,
buy some aspirins or something. Pick up some film I was getting
developed, anything just so I'd have an excuse to buy that stupid pill
I probably didn't need. But Sam wasn't leaving me alone and I didn't
want him to. He was holding my hand now, we'd gotten that far over
coffee and pie, hand holding, and if I said I was going to the
Snyder's he'd want to walk with me. I wasn't going to ask for a
morning after pill in front of him, no way. Never in a hundred
gazillion years.

"Walk me home?" I asked him instead and that was what he wanted to
hear, or some of it anyway.

"Of course." He nodded and we walked away from the drugstore.

Sam's hand was warm and dry, like he wasn't nervous at all, and we
talked about little things, unimportant things. School and family and
where we came from and where we wanted to go. The thrill for me, a
very real one, was just holding his hand as we walked down the street.
It's such a little thing, but one that I'd never been allowed in my
former life, living at home and going to high school. Holding a white
man's hand in public, walking close with our hips touching from time
to time. Anyone could see us and nobody cared. It was a college
district and we were all free and open and beyond the little things
like racism.

You have no idea how intoxicating that is for someone like me who grew
up being told to be black all the time. Not just in my skin, but in my
view of the world. Stay in your place, stay in your race. Find a black
boyfriend, have black babies, watch out for white people. God! I hated
my parents sometimes, or not them, but just that part of them and I
didn't understand it and now I was free of it. Sam didn't know how
that felt, none of my white friends did because white people didn't
grow up in Minneapolis being the minority, looking around at the
eligible boys and seeing forty white faces for every one that was
black. White parents didn't tell their sons to watch out for black
girls because it would never occur to them, and they wanted to be
better than that anyway.

That was the problem with my parents. They didn't.

"Have you ever had a black girlfriend?" I asked Sam and it was a
question I always asked at some point, sometimes sooner, sometimes
later, but I was always curious.

"No." He shrugged. "You think I'm with you because you're black?"

"I didn't say that." I smiled, but it was always a possibility.

"Maybe I am." Sam said seriously and I looked up at him. "I mean, I
can't imagine you being anything else."

"I'm a lot of things before I get to black." I told him. "I'm a woman.
I'm a daughter and a sister. I'm a college student..."

"I know."

"...I'm a human being." I told him without any anger or sarcasm. "Black
is pretty far down on my list, I think."

"And me being white? That doesn't have anything to do with it?" He
asked me.

"I can't imagine you any other color." I giggled and gave him a little
hip check.

"So, what's the difference if I love you because you're black..."

I started opening my mouth.

"...And a woman, and beautiful and a sister and...What?"

"Did you say you love me?" I grinned at him.

"Like...I said what if I 'like' you..."

"Noooo..." I shook my head. "You said love, I heard it. That must have
been some serious pie."

"It was hypothetical." Sam chuckled softly. "You know what I meant."

"Just hypothetical?" I sighed. "Now you're teasing me."

He wasn't in love with me, I knew that. I wasn't in love with Sam
either, but the feeling was there, the warm glow inside, the tightness
that I loved when my stomach would knot up and my skin flushed warm.
It wasn't love, but it was the promise that maybe, possibly it could
happen. I wasn't stopping it. I wasn't putting up any stop signs, I
was wide open to whatever Sam could make me feel and I had that
wonderful curiosity, the delicious anxiety of not knowing what was
coming.

"Hmmm..." We'd stopped on the sidewalk in front of my apartment, the
upstairs of an old house that I shared with Karen.

"I had a nice time, Kylie." Sam said and he was facing me now, hands
innocently by his sides, our bags over his shoulders and he slipped
mine off, handing it to me.

"Me too." I smiled and it was only a little after five, the sun wasn't
even down yet and I had to study and do some homework, and let Karen
talk me into going out, and somehow find my way to the drugstore
before it closed, and...

"Would you like to come in?" I asked Sam, blowing everything out of
the water like a nuclear bomb.

"Uh, sure." He nodded, like what else was he going to do.

"I have a room at the freshman dorm," I explained needlessly, trying
to hide my nervousness, "but I like the privacy here a little better."

"Yeah, I bet." Sam was following me up the stairs. "Is your roommate
home?"

"I dunno." I shrugged, digging through my purse for my keys. "Karen
comes and goes, we get along really good."

"Kylie..." We were standing on the small landing I felt Sam's hands on
my hips and I turned my head at his whisper.

He kissed me then, his soft lips on mine and it was gentle at first,
becoming harder as I turned my body into it, forgetting my keys and
sighing as this was desired as much as unexpected. I let his tongue
slip into my mouth and I found myself putting my arms around the man's
neck. He was a good kisser, a great kisser, and his tongue was quick
and agile and darting across my own like a feather. I moaned and
shivered, feeling my body come alive for him. I'd been so quiet, so
patient and all the while I'd been coiled like a spring inside. I
wanted this as badly as Sam did and part of my mind warned me, the way
it always does, but I ignored it, the way I always do.

"I'm sorry." Sam breathed a minute later, a long minute by the
reckoning of my heartbeat. "I know we just met and..."

"I'm not." I told him, denying the voice in my head, the one that told
me I was being a slut. I was being too easy for the man. He wasn't
going to respect me if I was this eager, this willing to put out.

I was this easy though and probably a slut, if by that you meant I was
willing to decide within an hour or two if I was going to sleep with a
man. I'd long since made up my mind about Sam and the smart thing, the
best thing would have been to wait, to stretch it out over a week or
two, or longer maybe if it was a serious thing. If it was love, oh
what a word! If it was that, I should have waited a long, long time.
But who was I fooling? Sam was white and so there was an immediacy to
my desire, like I might never get him like this again. A silly,
irrational thought, I know, but there all the same. I wanted him and I
had to have him before my parents could take him away.

I kissed him again, just to prove it, and Sam didn't try and play the
gentleman anymore. He wanted me just as badly and his mouth was hot
and wet for my tongue as I took him forcefully, pressing my body
against his so that I could feel his arousal pressing against my
tummy. Sam was hard for me, his cock trapped safely away, but aching
to be loosed and loved. That was a real pleasure for me, to be
desired, and I sighed into his mouth when Sam's hands found my ass,
cupping me through my skirt and I pressed my hard nipples against his
chest, hating the layers of clothing between us.

Karen wasn't home and we left a trail of clothing from the front door
to my bedroom. I hadn't even changed the sheets from the morning and
the night before. I hadn't made my bed or tried to disguise the
evidence of my recent sex with my unnamed lover. If Sam noticed or
cared about any of that he gave me no sign of it. He was putting me on
that stained bed smelling of sex with another man, both of us naked
now. His white body was smooth and firm and beautiful, and his green
eyes traveled over my flesh happily. We were pleased with each other,
finding our physical attraction undiminished the way it sometimes is
when people get naked for the first time. There was nothing to dislike
about Sam and I was pulling him to me, to join me on my bed.

He kissed my breasts first, going to my nipples which felt painfully
cold. My skin was hot, but my nipples cold and black and swollen fat
and long. I cradled the man's head, urging him to bite me and suck my
turgid flesh hard, harder! I liked it rough like that, my tits ached
and they hurt with desire and only more pain would make them feel
good. Chew them, I whispered, squeeze my tits and bite them. I was
kissing his head, his soft blonde hair, arching my back to push my
tits against his sucking mouth.

Sam's hands were all over me, running across my skin, down my sides
and hips, along my thighs as I moved my legs. I was writhing with
pleasure, murmuring soft words of encouragement, promising Sam that he
couldn't hurt me, he couldn't break me. I was his to love any way he
liked. This was better than the night before, better than any other
time I could remember. Sam was mouthing my tits the way I liked it,
drawing my nipple into his mouth and washing it with his tongue. His
hand was between my thighs, forcing them open so he could feel the
heat rising from my humid cunt. I gasped as a finger entered me
slowly, wriggling and exploring and feeling the soft pink walls
inside.

"Let me go down on you..." Sam smiled, his face red and wet with saliva
and I nodded dumbly, smiling back and giggling as he kissed and licked
and nibbled his way down my tummy.

He loved my body, of that I had no doubt. Sam was restless and eager,
his mouth finding my sex quickly and whatever he lacked in technique,
his ardent enthusiasm was perfect. I held his head in my hands, my
fingers in his hair while I moved my hips and gave him the little
gasps that told him he was doing it right. He kissed my clit, pursing
his soft lips around her and sucking at me hard. Everything hard,
that's what I wanted and what I told him. I liked to feel my sex, to
feel everything and I there would be another time, another place for
gentle, but this wasn't it. I needed that first cum and to get me
there I wanted to feel a man taking my body.

I love being a woman, it's my thing in bed. I want to be the
submissive one, the yielding girl being taken by her man. Sam was big
and strong and he knew what I wanted. I was telling him, but he knew
it inside. He licked around my pussy, dragging his teeth across my
sensitive skin, and then found my thick labia, drawing my dark nether
lips into his mouth. They were fat and rubbery and immune to pain. Sam
was chewing them, sucking and tonguing them, pulling at my body until
I groaned with delight, pressing my thighs against his cheeks.

He was making me cum, just a little one, but I needed it so badly and
he was giving it to me. I shuddered and held him tight and released
him a minute later, panting for air and laughing and feeling all dizzy
inside. Sam didn't stop, of course, oh no, he kept going, stiffening
his tongue and slipping it inside my pussy. He spread my pussy lips
like ripe brown butterfly wings to expose the tender pink folds
inside. He tongue fucked me then, stabbing his delicate muscle inside
me, not so far, but enough to make me giggle and sigh and caress his
hair. He was doing so good, making me feel so right everywhere all at
once. My blood rushed hot through my veins and my mind was feverish.
This was so good, being eaten out by a man intent on making me cum and
cum again.

I moved to sixty-nine with him, feeling both guilty in my pleasure and
not a little selfish as I could see his long white cock waiting for
me. Sam pulled me onto him, so that I could straddle his face, pushing
my sex down to his mouth while my breasts were flattened against his
damp skin. I held his cock, admiring it in the dying light of the sun
through my windows. It was long and curved and I kissed it. Then I
licked it. And then I was taking him finally into my hungry mouth,
washing the florid glans with my tongue and swallowing the precum
leaking from the tip. I love sucking cock, more than even fucking I
think, I enjoy making love with my mouth and I'm good at it.

I fought against the sensations rising from my pussy, the need to move
and grind my cunt against Sam's tongue, wanting to concentrate instead
on rewarding him. I mouthed his penis as tenderly as I knew how,
letting him feel my mouth as a hot wet cloud surrounding his cock. I
was soft for him, moving my lips up and down the shaft, sealing my
mouth around the man tightly. I could take half of him, more than half
before I felt him tickling the entrance to my throat, and then I'd
back off to do it again. I held his large balls in my hand, rolling
them gently, feeling them warm and silky in their lightly furred sack.
I was going to make this good for him, the best blowjob he'd ever
gotten, and all I had to do was ignore the orgasm rising through my
belly like a tidal wave.

Everything felt so good right then, everything was perfect and I had
my cum, feeling the odd sexy sensation of Sam swallowing my juices
beneath me, his mouth working to draw my climax over his tongue. I
sucked him harder as well, breathing easily through my nose, sliding
my lips up and down his prick until the man started lifting his hips
to meet me. He was getting close and I could hear his groans and feel
his hot breath tickling my clit. I wanted him to cum for me, to taste
his creamy ejaculate filling my mouth. I took his cock in my hand,
wrapping my fingers around the bottom and stroked him in time with my
mouth.

"I'm...Kylie...I'm going to cum..." He warned me, in case I didn't want it
in my mouth, but that's exactly what I most desired.

He lifted his ass off the bed and the head of his cock banged against
the back of my mouth as he began spurting rapidly. Semen filled my
mouth quickly to overflowing, hot and salty and with that rich gooey
texture I love. I coughed weakly, but soon swallowed fast and hard,
eating Sam's orgasm the way he'd swallowed mine. His cum was shooting
out in quick pulses, his balls jerking beneath my fingers as I still
held them. Sperm ran from the corners of my tight lips, down the shaft
and across my fingers. I was drinking as much of the man as I could,
but there was so much there, such a huge creamy load and I loved it.

"You must think I'm a slut." I sighed, nestled in his arms ten minutes
later.

I'd washed his cock and my fingers clean with my mouth and tongue,
swallowing it all, and then used the bathroom, not wanting to test him
with a spermy kiss just yet. Some guys didn't care, some did. I was
content to rinse my mouth and wipe some of the wetness from my thighs.
I was soaked down there and it made for a more comfortable snuggle
anyway.

"Not at all, no..." He shook his head, looking into my eyes with his and
I'd turned on my bedside light just for those soft green eyes.

"I am." I giggled. "But only right here, right now, for you. I'm your
slut, I want to be. I'll be anything you want, Sam."

"I want you to be Kylie." He smiled and kissed me and I was kissing
him back.

"I think someone's awake again." I licked my lips, feeling them
bruised and swollen because we'd been making out for a long while.

"Hmmm..." Sam nodded and his cock was swollen again beneath my hand. "...
He likes you."

"No love this time?" I teased, going back for more kisses.

"Yeah, he loves you, Kylie." Sam whispered.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked a minute later.

"Ummm..." Sam swallowed hard and he was playing with my pussy, finding
my sex agreeably humid and open to his fingers. "...No, I don't. Are you
protected?"

"No." I shook my head and I wanted him so bad.

"I'm clean." Sam told me. "I mean, I haven't been with a girl since...
Whew...I don't know..."

"I know, I trust you." I smiled. "I always use condoms though, this is...
A bad time..."

It was a white lie, or so I hoped, I had always used condoms, until
that morning. One time, right? I'd be clean, wouldn't I? I hated
worrying about that stuff and that pill I was supposed to get. God.
I'd forgotten that with our first kiss. It had gone away, all my
doubts and fears and plans. What was I doing? I was playing with Sam's
cock, long and hard and white under my black fingers. And his eyes and
lips and his fingers dancing inside my pussy, making me hotter and
wetter and I had to lift my hips against them.

"I can wait." Sam nodded and he didn't want to. "I can wait for you,
Kylie."

"You can pull out." I told him, blinking because I believed him.

He would wait for another time, another place. Not even very long
probably, we could go out and have dinner, buy condoms and come back.
We could make love all night long risk free. It wasn't the time, it
was the idea though, the thought and the words and he'd said them, and
all that did was make me want him more. I was falling in love and I
shouldn't have been, but I was.

"I don't want to hurt you." Sam kissed me gently, no tongue, just a
kiss and how much different was he from the man who'd lain in my bed
that morning? How much better was Sam than any man I'd ever known?"

"You can't." I promised and kissed him hard, forcing my tongue into
his mouth to refute any argument he might make in the name of reason.

I was moving to get on top of him, this was all me now. It was my body
and my decision and even though everyone says it takes two to tango,
right then it was all me and Sam didn't have a say in it. I was taking
that away, fair or not, irresponsible as it was, I was going to feel
him inside me.

I felt behind me blindly for his penis, lifting myself and rubbing his
cockhead over my sex, feeling for the entrance to my womb and finding
it with a low moan as I let myself down slowly. His cock stretched me
easily, filling my pussy until I was settled completely upon it. His
cockhead reaching for my cervix and coming just short of the mark,
which was perfect for me. It felt unbelievably good and I leaned
forward, not moving at all except to hold Sam's face in my hands while
we kissed.

He held my hips, moving his body slightly while I concentrated more on
just squeezing him with my cunt. I was playing a game, looking for the
muscles as I tightened my thighs and tummy and then my ass. Finding
the right switches to throw so I could massage his cock with my cuntal
walls, making love to him without moving an inch up or down. It was
good like that, beautiful and I had more orgasms lurking within me,
looking for the way out.

When I did start to move it was even better. I sat up straight,
pressing my palms against his chest, against his small hard nipples as
I straddled his hips on my knees. I lifted myself up and down, fucking
half his cock with slow and deliberate motion while I kept half inside
me all the while. This was making love, not fucking, and I wanted it
to last as long as possible. I wanted to ride Sam's cock all night if
I could, and cum all over it time and time again. I was taking him,
the way I wanted my man to take me, but that was alright. Later, when
my orgasms peaked and I needed it bad, Sam would know what to do. He'd
have me then, taking control and loving me the way a man should.

And I was already decided, even before I'd put his cock inside me, I'd
made up mind that I wasn't going to let him pull out. I'd had a man
cum inside me only once before and I might already be pregnant, and if
I was this wasn't going to make a difference. If I wasn't, then I'd
take the risk. I wanted the risk. If I'd been willing to chance it
with a man I didn't even know, how could I refuse a man I was falling
in love with? It makes no sense, I know. The possibility though, the
idea that I was risking everything just to feel the pleasure of Sam's
bare cock inside my pussy, his hot sperm bathing my womb. It was a new
thought, brand new and exciting, and I liked it.

I had a new fetish to go along with the others, a crazy and unexpected
one, but the rush was undeniable. I'd asked for a condom. I'd told him
to pull out. I'd done everything I could and so if it happened, oh...
God! My parents were going to kill me!

"Talk dirty to me." I whispered with a smile, looking down into Sam's
handsome white face. "I like it. Call me your nigger slut, okay?"

"You like that?" Sam narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah. Trust me...I like that a lot." I nodded, hoping he'd understand.
I wasn't anyone's nigger in the real world, but in our bed, all alone
making love with a white man...It refuted everything I was brought up to
be. I needed that to get off.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Shoot." It was after ten in the morning and I was sitting in our
little kitchen, drinking coffee.

"How bad is it?" Karen was pouring herself a cup and it was Sunday, a
good day for being lazy and sleeping in.

"Ten days now." I scratched my head, all my kinky black hair all over
the place.

"That's..." Karen nodded slowly. "...A long time."

"I'm pregnant." I said.

"You should get a test thingy." Karen suggested, sitting down with me.
"You don't know for sure."

"My pussy is like German or something." I snorted. "It's ridiculously
on time."

"Mine's like a Timex watch." Karen grinned at me, but I didn't get it.
"It takes a licking and keeps on ticking."

"Heh." I smiled at that. Karen was a lesbian, so she knew all those
bad jokes.

"You ever see that guy again?" Karen asked and she knew the answer.

"Nope." I popped my P just for her. "He joined the circus or
something."

"That's bad." Karen decided and I shrugged.

"He wasn't the only one." I cleared my throat because Karen didn't
know that.

"What?"

"Uh, the next day, well, the same day?" I made a little face. "You
know, I didn't get to the drugstore so I never got the pill...Or the
condoms, so..."

"A different guy? Sam?" Karen stared at me. "Are you crazy?"

"I just...I liked it." I was practicing on Karen, knowing I'd have a
similar conversation with my parents. "I didn't want to stop, you
know?"

"But he pulled out, right?" Karen tilted her head. "Right?"

"Not um, not that time." I shook my head. "I wouldn't let him."

"You wouldn't let him?" She laughed at me. "You were freaking out
about it, what happened?"

"I just figured I was probably already pregnant, I don't know." I bit
my lip. "I wasn't thinking clearly. It was exciting."

"Exciting?" Karen leaned back and sipped her coffee. "Why don't you
take up skydiving or something? There's other ways to get a thrill
that don't involve having a kid."

"I love him." I said and that was my only argument.

"You're hopeless." Karen said. "Get a tester and find out before you
fall in love. Jesus Christ."

"I've got one." I sighed. "I was waiting, I mean I bought it last
week, but I was waiting for today. Ten days."

"Did you use it?" Karen leaned forward.

"Yeah." I reached into the pocket of my bathrobe and pulled it out, a
long thin piece of plastic with a little window. I slid it across the
table.

"A blue plus sign..." Karen sighed, "...That's positive, right?"

"Yep." I popped.

"I guess..." she pushed it back towards me, "...you're taking it well,
anyway."

"I've had ten days to think about it." I shrugged.

"Abortion?" Karen sucked her lips and she wouldn't look at me when she
said that.

"What?" I shook my head. "Abortion as birth control? You know me
better than that."

"Yeah." She looked a little relieved, although she shouldn't have. My
opinion on that subject was pretty vocal at times, not that I was
picketing abortion clinics, but I wanted to sometimes.

"I'm going to have a baby." I shrugged and my hand went to my tummy
all by itself, as if I could feel something different.

"Any morning sickness?"

"Not yet." I smiled. "Keep your fingers crossed."

"I will. Jesus, Kylie. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." I stood up and stretched, then went for some more
coffee, refilling my cup. "I just hope it has green eyes."

I left Karen sitting there and went to my bedroom, putting the coffee
on my nightstand next to a half empty box of condoms and I sighed at
those. I slipped my robe off my bare shoulders, sliding back into bed
naked because it was a Sunday morning and I did feel so lazy I touched
my flat smooth tummy again, wondering if I had a boy or a girl in
there and not really caring which. I was having a baby. My parents
were going to be grandparents and they might disown me, but a little
newborn grandchild? No, not my parents, not in a million years. We'd
be okay.

"Hey...I brought you coffee." I whispered, reaching for Sam's cock which
was so hard in the mornings, always hard for me and I stroked it
gently in my fist, kissing his face and whispering in his ear.

"Hmmm..." Sam smiled but refused to open his eyes.

"I need you first though..." I giggled softly, sliding my leg carefully
over him, bringing that hard cock to my pussy as I straddled the man.

"Got a rubber?" He sighed sleepily, moving his hands to my waist,
caressing my soft skin.

"We don't need those anymore." I leaned forward, pressing my body
against his as Sam's cock pushed inside me. "I love you."

"I love you too, Susan..." He said and then spoiled it with a laugh as
he opened his eyes.

"I'll make you pay for that." I promised, giggling and kissing his
neck as Sam held me tight, lifting his hips to push his cock a
fraction deeper.

"How come we don't need...You get your period?" He turned his head, but
I kept my face against his neck.

"No...Something better." I said. "Something with green eyes..."

"Green eyes..."

"...Like its daddy." I lifted my face then, I had no choice but to see
Sam's reaction.

"Kylie..." He blinked and stopped moving and we were just frozen for a
moment. My heart wouldn't beat and I held my breath, searching his
eyes with mine.

"I'm here." I said.

"...That's...Okay, okay." He smiled and let out his own breath. "I mean
that's...Wow! Okay, yeah. We're going to have a baby?"

"Do you want one?" I asked, swallowing hard, "Cause if you don't, I'm
okay and I don't need..."

"Will you marry me?" He asked and I giggled.

"I've known you three weeks, Sam." I smiled. "You don't even know if I
can cook."

"Will you marry me, Kylie?" He asked again.

"Will you come home with me today and meet my parents?"

"Only if you'll marry me."

"Sam..." I'd wrestled with this for a week. "...It might not be yours."

"What?" He smiled like I might be joking, but there was some hurt in
his eyes.

"Before I met you, the night before, this guy I was with..." I closed my
eyes and I'd come so close to not telling Sam anything about it.

"The night before?" Sam asked softly and I nodded.

"He was supposed to pull out, he did, but...Not fast enough, there was
some..." I shrugged. "...Inside me and I washed it out, but..."

"The night before we did it? You didn't know me?"

"Yeah, I didn't know you."

"Not after, okay." He nodded, and I guess that made a difference
somehow.

"I haven't seen anyone else since I met you." I told him. "I don't
want to know anyone else."

"Black guy?" Sam asked. "White guy?"

"White." I nodded. "I'm just...It's probably yours, but maybe...I'm sorry.
God, I'm so sorry."

I wanted to hold him and kiss him and promise Sam that it was his
baby, but I couldn't. I'd thought I could, at times when I was alone
and thinking about it, but when I was with him...When I looked into
Sam's eyes, how could I be anything but honest? Even if it hurt me,
hurt both of us, I had to tell him. I wouldn't be able to live with
myself, with him, if that lie was always there between us.

"You don't want to see him? Tell him about..." Sam asked slowly and his
cock was still in me, still hard, but somehow forgotten. It was so
strange.

"I don't..." I wiped at my eyes. "...I don't know where he is. I don't
even remember his name."

"Okay." Sam closed his eyes for a minute and all I could do was sit on
him, feeling him inside me, feeling his hands still holding me tight
and strong.

"Do you want to go?" I asked finally, because the silence was killing
me.

"Will you marry me?"

"Sam." I sighed. "I don't want sympathy or anything."

"It's not sympathy. Or charity, or guilt, Kylie." Sam's eyes were wide
open. "It's a question. I love you, will you marry me?"

"I love you too." I nodded. "Do you forgive me?"

"For what?" He seemed genuinely surprised at that. "I want your baby
to be mine."

"I want that too." I whispered. "More than anything."

"Then say yes, Kylie." Sam smiled. "Please? Say yes and it will be."

"Yes." I said and I finally let him pull me down so he could love me.

End
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