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When I was a young, single guy, I was working in a
plant in the South as a stockboy; 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
favorite person of all was a full-bodied negress named Tabatha, who was
just nineteen at the time.
Tabatha 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. Tabatha 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 Tabatha's best friend, a little black girl
we called "Little Cindy" came to me and told me that Tabatha was smitten
with me. Cindy told me that Tabatha had admitted to her that when she gave
up her cherry, she wanted me to be the guy who stole it. Cindy went on to
tell me that Tabatha had confided to her that every time I got near her,
she became wet. I nearly fell over. I never thought the brown dream ever
noticed me except to chat softly when I stocked her bench. So, I boldly
told Cindy to tell Tabatha that she had a similar effect on me because I
always got hard when I was near her. Later that day, I noticed Tabatha
gazing at me, her huge eyes soft and emotional. I winked at her, and she
dropped her eyes, smiling shyly.
The following morning Cindy, the spokeswoman, came to me and told me that
at lunchtime Tabatha 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 lunchbreak, 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 Tabatha was watching me, and all the other women were watching
Tabatha. They all knew what we were up to. Yet, at luchbreak, they all
went to the lunchroom just like always, glancing back with knowing little
smiles. Only Tabatha and Cindy remained. I went back to the stockroom and,
in moments, they followed, Cindy beaming happily and Tabatha still holding
her huge eyes down shyly.
"Now, you be gentle, J.B.!" Cindy cautioned me. "She ain't never done it
before, but you're special to her. She's shakin' like a leaf, poor child.
I'll be out there keepin' 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 Tabatha 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 Tabatha 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 saw 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 Tabatha 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! Tabatha 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 flavors 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 Tabatha 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
life, 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 Tabatha had
climaxed for me!
I stood up in front of her, and dropped my trousers, my long prick
bounding upward stiffly. Tabatha'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. Tabatha 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.
Tabatha 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
throbby, 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. Cindy
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 at Tabatha and me and
grinning knowingly. Little Cindy smiled and took Tabatha's hand.
"You're late. The whistle already blew," Cindy 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 Tabatha'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 Tabatha's hips, too. They all
knew why she walked differently. Tabatha was no longer a virgin. I managed
to go back to work, trying to ignore the giggles around me.
Tabatha 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 Tabatha 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 Tabatha 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 lunchbreak," 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 Tabatha 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. Tabatha 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 Tabatha
when it came to fucking. But, never again in the stockroom! |
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