1. My first lover


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Interracial, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    besides...and here I looked at her. She nodded. “Yeah, lots of the girls would be really upset if you asked them. White boy asking a black girl out? That’s really bad. If not for them, then for their parents. But I’m glad you like me.” I asked her if she liked me between her breasts, and she said, “It’s okay. It’s fun to look at, but I loved how hot it made you. You really got into my tits.” “Your breasts are beautiful! They’re so big.” She laughed and I continued, “And so soft and...brown,” and she laughed again. “You like your new black girlfriend, don’t you?” That made me a little nervous, but I answered, “Yes, very much,” and when she just smiled I relaxed. Slowly our talk was less and less about sex, and after another hour we got up and walked to the bookstore, where we bought each other a book we liked that the other hadn’t read, and I promised to call her that night. That night after dinner we talked for a while, and before we hung up I asked her quietly, “Did you get my smell out?” She laughed and said almost in a whisper, “I washed it off. I had to wash my shirt when I got home anyway because of all the heat, so Mom won’t find out that way.” “Would she be mad?” “Oh, no, I don’t think so. She trusts me.” “Would she mind me...being...” “Babe,” she whispered, “you’re not my first white boyfriend. When I let you meet her, you’d better make a good impression on her though or else...or else I’ll spank you.” We laughed and set a time and place for the next day. For the next ...
    two weeks, as we got to know each other we met at different places around town, usually at her suggestion, and found quiet places to rub each other off; quite often we would hold my mouth to her breast as I rubbed her off inside her pants, then she would rub me off or let me fuck her tits. I quickly sensed it was her way of keeping my interest high without going any further, which didn’t make me upset in the least even though I constantly fantasized about making love to her. One day, I remember, she didn’t wear a bra, only a white T-shirt, and after she drained me between her breasts twice in short order she pulled her shirt down over the massive puddle of cum and walked proudly with me around town with my cum on her shirt clear in the sunlight; that night we laughed for half an hour at the looks she got from some of the people we passed until the sweat from the summer heat made the rest of her shirt wet. At the same time I slowly came to express freely how much her brown skin and eyes turned me on, as well as openly express my desires, whispering in her ear as we walked along how I wanted to fuck her black tits or rub her black pussy until she came. She never took offense or was the least bit taken aback, as I had feared at first, but just whispered back that she wanted to rub my white cum into her black tits or feel my hard white cock spew all over her hand and neck. Finally, one day when we separated, she said, “Tomorrow I want you to come to my house,” and after she gave ...
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