04-23-2025, 01:38 AM
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The White Guys Were Afraid of My Wife Slutiness, The Black Guys Weren't
I am writing this for my wife. It is her thoughts and her our combined verbiage.
I attended an integrated school system in an integrated municipality. Whites and Blacks lived peacefully with each other. Yet, when it came to dating, Blacks dated Blacks and Whites dated Whites. That did not stop the Black boys from leering at us White girls.
I completed puberty in Junior High School, and I had developed a woman's body. I had also developed a very high libido. I wanted to have sex, I wanted to feel cocks in my pussy and, while aware of the consequences, I also wanted to feel my pussy being filled with the warm, white sticky stuff.
It was the age of the mini-skirt and the micro-skirt. I had taken dance lessons, and I had developed "show girls" legs. I started wearing skimpy clothes, loose, light weight tops which showed off my budding nipples. I also wore micro-skirts with no panties. My slutty side started to develop. I learned that bending over or spreading my legs while sitting got the boy's attention. However, the white boys seemed to be timid while the Black guys obviously liked what they saw.
Time marched on and the itch in my crotch wanted attention. I tried the venerable cucumber 🥒 and the handy hot dog. But my female sense kept screaming at me that I needed what the boys had in their crotches.
I started to return the moves the boys put on me with my own female moves. Again, the white boys seemed to move away but the Black boys started to grab my ass cheeks and slip their tongues into my mouth.
Eventually, the Black boy who was the most aggressive of the Black alphas turned his attention to me. I knew of his power with girls, that he had copped the cherries of several Black girls. There were also rumors that two Black girls had to leave school because their bellies had begun to swell. Several girls warned me that if I went to bed with him, I would become his first white bitch. That just served to increase my itch in my horny pussy.
Then the day dawned when my body overruled my mind. He talked very sexy, telling me that after school his parents would be at work and his older brother would not be around. He asked me to come home with him after school so that we could make love. I noted: "a Black boy with a white girl?" He replied: "Yes, just as nature intended." I said yes and gave him a passionate open mouth kiss.
After school, we walked with our arms around each other. Arriving there, he took me upstairs to his bedroom. I excused myself to use the bathroom. While there, I stripped down to my birthday suit. Returning to his room, I found him nude on his back, his hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. I joined him in his bed, and we began to make out.
It got to the point he was above me looking down at me. My breasts were rising and falling, the nipples were as erect as big erasers. I spread my legs even wider I wanted his Black cock in my very wet white pussy. He got between my legs and began to rub his love tool over the wetness in my slit. He told me that he was going to put his cock in me and that I was going to be his woman, his bitch. And that everyone would know I was his. His cock began to slide into me, and I felt my pussy stretching out to accommodate his girth. He reached down and started to kiss me. Suddenly, he thrust into me, I felt a sharp pain as he destroyed my virginity, but I was happy as I knew that my pussy could handle any cock that was put in it. As he slid deeper into me, the pain was replaced with pleasure. He began to saw in and out, he was determined to be balls deep in me. Finally, he was all the way in me, and we were pubic hair against pubic hair. I felt my first ever orgasm hit me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him. Crushing his pecs against my stiff nipples. He began the ancient movement in and out that would result in our bodies combining to make a baby. Continuous orgasms hit me. This continued until I felt his cock begin to swell up in me. I knew that he was about to impregnate me. All apprehension left me, and I wanted him to put his baby in me. He kissed me again and then said softly: "I am going to make you, my bitch. I will put a baby into you. Are you ready?" "Yes, oh yes, I am ready. Knock me up! Make a little white/black baby with me! Fill me with your bitch making seed!" I felt his cock explode inside me. Thick hot streams of Black sperm splattered against the inner walls of my now impregnated womb. If I am fertile, I will join the two Black girls and begin to develop a baby-bump in my belly. The walls of my pussy began to pulse in unison with his continuing cum streams. His head reared back, and a primal scream of sexual conquest and accomplishment escaped from his mouth. Then, both our bodies joined in having an intense, earth-shaking orgasm, our reward for making a baby.
I did not become pregnant, but I was hooked on having sex with and creating babies with aggressive Black alpha men. All women want to obtain deep sexual pleasure and give birth to the babies of alpha men. And Black Men are the ultimate in alpha men.
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