He was probably a virgin as it was tight and took some effort to get him to relax. I put another finger in to open him up good and twisted and turned...to get him ready. He was on fire and pushed hard against my hand.I spit-lubed my cock generously and placed the tip on his hole. He gasped softly as I initially penetrated and pushed gently but firmly in. There was quite a bit of resistance from his ring so I massaged his neck to get him to relax. Once through, I increased the rhythm and even. So, I tell her how we met, and what happened to me when we got home last night. Tammie looked at me with sheer disbelief in her eyes. "Damn Shante, how could you? He's a 13-year-old fucking white kid. How could a little dick having white boy dominate a strong black woman like you?" "I tried to stand up to him, but once I saw his big white cock. Something came over me." "How big of a dick can a 13-year-old WHITE BOY have?" "Shhhh, Tammi, he'll hear you." Don't tell me that little motherfucker is. We passed the park boundary and the trail narrowed. Bushes brushed my bare legs, wetting them. My heart shifted gears as we got close to the pavilion. To calm my wanton thoughts I considered how I would handle this. I could approach it two ways. Either take control in an essentially receptive role, submitting on my terms to get what I want, or just surrender and let it play out. The act is not the issue. The issue is control. I offer my body to be used, certainly, but not to be abused. I share. Even in the near dark, her pussy is shiny and glistening for me. “Fuck, I've been dying for that,” she moans, when I lower my head, flicking my tongue and swirling it right on the pink fleshy nub of her swelling clit. I slip a finger in and work it slowly in and out as I lick, my tongue swirling, lapping up and down her pussy lips before licking her clit again. I savor every bit of the sweet, salty flavor, while I watch her rubbing her tits and teasing her hard nipples, her hips moving up and.