She rolled back on top of me and for the first time, we kissed. She slipped her tongue past my lips and deep inside. Her kisses were deeply passionate... her tongue probing my soul.We lay there for the longest time, just enjoying the closeness of each other’s company and kisses.“Am I your first black woman?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied, “But the color of your skin really doesn’t matter to me. You have soul and you’re kick-ass sexy.”“I’ve never had a white guy before,” she replied, “You’re just as. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don’t go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD’s, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. Also, although this story (and subsequent chapters) are placed in the ‘Novels and Novellas’ category, that is primarily. In the elevator she asked when i had to be at work, i looked at my watch and realised it was now Saturday and i said oh umm monday at 3? turns out i forgot the day. She asked if i wanted to come inside for a drink, i went into her apartment and before i could even ask what she had to drink i found out what was on the menu. She ripped off my clothes and hers and led me into her bedroom, before i could blink we where on the bed making out and feeling each others bodys, it was different this time. “Please make him stop, I don’t like it!” I cried but all this did was produce more laughter and did nothing to prevent Mr X from pulling back and pushing back in, and repeating and repeating until, with a shock, I realised I was pushing back onto him and feeling his hip bones hitting my buttocks, he was all the way in!He got into his rhythm and I heard myself give out a low, a****l moan and with my final shreds of manhood gone, I moaned again and again.“What do you want queer boy?” He said, and.