"Her First, My Best."
When I was a young, single guy, I was working in a plant in
the South as a stock boy; that is, I piled the parts on the
benches for the girls and women to pack for shipment. There were
twenty-eight females in the packing department, nineteen of whom
were black, and nine guys, including me, five of whom were black.
All were really terrific people and good workers, and I liked
them all. In fact, we all still keep in touch and are really
great friends. I am a white guy. My favourite person of all was
a full-bodied negress named Rachel, who was just nineteen at the
time.
Rachel was one of the sweetest human beings I have ever met.
She was warm, friendly and shy, and spoke so softly that you had
to listen carefully to catch her words. She was one of the
loveliest females I ever saw. She had a cute, round face with
soft, brown eyes and a genuine heart-shaped mouth, short black
hair which surrounded her face lake a dark halo, and a truly
gorgeous figure. Rachel was a real life virgin, pure as the
driven snow. And, that girl looked like she was made of light
tan velvet.
One day, I was astonished when Rachel's best friend, a
little black girl we called "Little Ruby" came to me and told me
that Rachel was smitten with me. Ruby told me that Rachel had
admitted to her that when she gave up her cherry, she wanted me
to be the guy who stole it. Ruby went on to tell me that Rachel
had confided to her that every time I got near her, she became
wet. I nearly fell over. I never though the brown dream ever
noticed me except to chat softly when I stocked her bench. So, I
boldly told Ruby to tell Rachel tat she had a similar effect on
me because I always got hard when I was near her. Later that
day, I noticed Rachel gazing at me, her huge eyes soft and
emotional. I winked at her, and she dropped her eyes, smiling
shyly.
The following morning Ruby, the spokeswoman, came to me and
told me that at lunchtime Rachel just might walk back to the
stockroom. And, if I should happen to wander back there, too,
well...who knows what might happen?
Just before lunch break, I went back to the stockroom and
arranged some boxes for her to sit on, making sure they were
about waist high to me. I was walking on air when I went back
out to wait for the whistle. The lovely Rachel was watching me,
and all the other women were watching Rachel. They all knew what
we were up to. Yet, at lunch break, they all went to the lunchroom
just like always, glancing back with knowing little smiles. Only
Rachel and Ruby remained. I went back to the stockroom and, in
moments, they followed, Ruby beaming happily and Rachel still
holding her huge eyes down shyly.
"Now, you be gently, J.B.!" Ruby cautioned me. "She ain't
never done it before, but you're special to her. She's shaking
like a leaf, poor child. I'll be out there keeping watch for
you. and remember, you only got half an hour." She turned away.
I couldn't believe it! I was alone with that gorgeous brown
girl. I reached out hesitantly, and she came right into my arms
with a little shiver. I wanted to keep her back there for he
rest of the day, but I couldn't. I held her trembling form to me
and just rained kisses all over her warm, dusky face, crushing my
lips to her, my tongue sliding into her sweet mouth, and Rachel
sucking and nibbling on it eagerly. I finally got her blouse
open, and those magnificent brown globes tumbled out to me, both
of them tipped with large, dark nipples. I bent my head and
began to kiss and lick and suck on them, shoving the huge velvet
tits here and there with my face while Rachel watched.
I knelt in front of her, lifting her skirt at the same time,
and noticed that the shy girl was holding it up for me helpfully.
I say the most beautiful big thighs, twin columns of light tan
extending upward to her clean, white panties stretched tautly
across her hips. Her feminine mound threatened to burst through
the thin nylon. Quickly, I hooked my fingers in the waistband
and drew them down, and she stepped out of them still holding her
hem up to her waist.
In front of me and less than a foot away from my eyes was
her big pussy itself. She stepped her feet apart for me, her
great eyes still looking down at me in that same awe, and I was
openly staring at the treasure I had found. Her prominent mound
swelled forward eagerly. I never dreamed that any female could
have such a lovely pussy, but Rachel did. I could see the long,
full, dark lips extending back between her thighs now that she
had spread her feet. I could see the pink crack between those
lips flowing perfectly into the cleft of her plumpish ass. And,
the hair that girl had down there! Rachel had more pubic hair
than three women should have; a great wide patch of thick, blue-
black, kinky fur which covered her swelling mound and extended
down the lips and back into the dark warmth to whisper into the
cleft between her buttocks. In front, a thin streak of it ran up
nearly to her navel.
With a soft little groan, I slipped my arms about her hips
and buried my face in the dark place, my tongue already out and
moving. I ate pussy like a starving person, literally washing my
lower features in her flowing juices, tasting the sugary flavours
of her long slit, inhaling the clean fragrances of her, licking,
lapping and tongue-fucking her while the brown dream panted and
squirmed. I have no idea how long I knelt there in from of her
and worshipped her orally. But Rachel began to act like she was
losing her mind, twitching and jerking and hunching her hips
forward, banging her big pussy into my happy face. I was having
the time of my like, but I also realized that time was flying by.
So, I searched out her clit in the folds of pink flesh and
fastened my lips over it. I began to suck, nibble and flutter
the tip of my tongue at the miniature organ. Almost immediately,
the brown girl went rigid, her fingers clawing at my head, a
little choking sound coming form her throat. Pretty Rachel had
climaxed for me!
I stood up in front of her, and dropped my trousers, my long
prick bounding upward stiffly. Rachel's big eyes widened as she
saw it snarling at her. At the same time, she lifted one round
knee and moved to the side in an open invitation. Her eyes were
filled with trust as I moved closer and touched the swollen knob
to her pouting wet crack, her arms slipping about my neck. I
pushed, and felt my cock go sliding into the hottest and tightest
little hole I have ever found. I penetrated all the way to the
root in one slow, gentle plunge, glutting her with it. Rachel
lifted her other leg and embraced my waist with them, sitting on
the stack of boxes, her eyes on my face again. I slipped my arms
around her body and held her close as I fucked the trembling
girl.
Rachel could not move because of her seated position, but
that was easily the best piece of tail I have ever had. Her
vagina was so tight, hot and throbbing, and felt like satin inside
as it slid back and forth on me. Never had I imagined such a
marvelous fuck. She kept gazing at me with those giant eyes, her
dark head rocking gently from my plunges. Then, I felt her
stiffen again, her thighs tightening about my waist. Her eyes
finally went shut, her head going back a few inches, and the
corners of her mouth drew down in a sneer of insanity.
That did it for me, too, and just as her pussy began to
squeeze and relax on me, I felt my nuts explode. I groaned
softly as my cock began to leap and bound within her, squirting
long jets of scalding semen deeply into her receptive belly.
Only then did I realize that the whistle to return to work had
already blown.
Quickly, we adjusted our clothing and hurried out of the
stockroom. That lush, brow girls was slowing, too. Ruby was
waiting at the entrance where she had said she would be, refusing
to allow anyone to interrupt us. Most of the workers were
already back, others still trickling in, everybody looking and
Rachel and me and grinning knowingly. Little Ruby smiled and
took Rachel's hand.
"You're late. The whistle already blew," Ruby murmured.
"He did it to you. I can tell by the look in your eyes. Let's
go and get you cleaned up, honey." She tugged on Rachel's brown
hand. "Come on, now. You can look at him later. I know how you
feel now, but we have to get you cleaned up," she added with a
soft chuckle.
She led the trembling beauty away, still smiling at her.
Everyone noticed the slight difference in the movement of
Rachel's hips, too. They all knew why she walked differently.
Rachel was no longer a virgin. I managed to go back to work,
trying to ignore the giggles around me.
Rachel had barely gotten back from the ladies' room when the
forewoman came to us and said that the plant superintendent
wanted to see us in her office immediately. A cold chill went
through me, and Rachel and I glanced at each other. That old
female superintendent was not a woman who put up with anything.
She had, somehow, found out about Rachel and me, and there went
our jobs! Fearfully, we followed the forewoman to the super's
office, and went inside with her. We stood, waiting for the whip
to crack over our head, the forewoman standing beside us, ready
to do her duty.
the old lady looked up from behind her desk, eyeing us
narrowly. "It has been brought to my attention that you two were
involved in some..uh..hanky-panky in the stockroom during
lunch break," she began. "This is something we cannot and will
not put up with. Company policy dictates that I discharge you
both instantly, as you know." Suddenly, a tiny smile crossed her
thin lips. "But, I understand how it is with a couple of young
people who are attracted to each other, and that now and then it
is a necessity that they couple by any means possible. And,
because I understand, I am going to look the other way this
once.: She looked at me, that little smile still on her lips,
and shook her gray head slowly. "Oh, J.B., the stockroom? Don't
you think Rachel deserves better than that, son? Don't you think
she should be taken to a warm, soft bed instead of being perched
on a stack of boxes? You live alone, and I'm sure you have that
warm, soft bed for her. I suggest you use it instead of my
stockroom in the future. Now, get back to work!"
I could have kissed the old battle axe. Rachel and I
continued our love affair for a year after that, and even her
family knew and approved. She would spend every weekend with me,
and we would make love. That girl just got better and better,
and dearly loved to get her big pussy eaten often. To this day,
I have not met a woman who could match the lovely Rachel when it
came to fucking. But, never again in the stockroom!
Part III Continued
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