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My name is Clara Bedford and I'm as white bread as they come. My parents
were born into money - old money - and lots of it. I grew up in a big
white house in Westchester County. When I was a little girl I played with
my little white friends. When I got older I went to private schools where
almost everyone was white. Then I went to college and it was more of the
same.
I have blond hair, blue eyes and fine features. I guess back then I was
what you would call a WASP thoroughbred because I was very very thin.
Girls from old money were supposed to be thin and I dieted and exercised to
stay that way. I went to all the debutante balls in slim expensive white
gowns. Eventually one of the boys at one of the balls started taking me
out and soon he proposed to me. His family's money was even older than
mine. We were married in a big white church in front of our beaming white
families and then moved into a big white house of our own.
We never had much of a sex life and I never had any c***dren. My husband
stopped making love to me after a few years and I didn't mind a bit. I had
heard about orgasms, but never had one and didn't miss it. I just spent
year after year going to meetings of all the best white clubs and doing
work for all the best white charities. And I stayed very very thin. My
parents passed away and left me with more money than God, but that didn't
affect my white life even a bit. My twentieth wedding anniversary came and
went and my life never changed.
Then one day I came home from one of my clubs and found a letter from my
husband on the table in the foyer. It said that he had moved out and
wanted a divorce. There was this other woman. I cried a little, but not a
lot, and went to see a lawyer.
I asked my lawyer to find out who the other women was. Her name, it seems,
was Debbie and she was twenty years younger than me. I saw her picture and
she had curves and big breasts. I was a little angry, but not a lot, and
told my lawyer I wanted to take my husband for every penny I could. I
didn't get much satisfaction from that, however, because my husband wrote
me a gigantic check and that still left him with more money than God.
My life then went on pretty much as before. The clubs. The charities.
The big white house. Then one day I needed to go into New York City. I
had been given the task of researching some local history and found out
that the book I needed was located in the New York Public Library. I felt
adventurous and told the chauffeur to drop me off at the railroad station
and I took the train to Grand Central Station.
I walked west on 42nd street in my white summer dress, crossed 5th avenue
and walked between the famous lions and up the many steps. I went to the
cavernous main reading room, requested my book, and then sat at one of the
heavy wooden tables and started to read it.
In a few minutes I sensed that someone was sitting across from me. I looked
up and saw it was a woman who was very very black. She was wearing African
clothing and her skin was the deep deep chocolate color which told the
world that there were no Caucasians in her family tree. Her hair was short
and fuzzy and her face was magnificent. She had thick lips and a broad
nose and piercing brown eyes that were staring right back into mine. And
then she smiled at me and her smile was sunshine.
I was disturbed and embarrassed and self-conscious. I lowered my eyes back
to my book and read the same page about fifteen times. I didn't want to
look up, but I finally did and she looked right into my heart with her
beautiful eyes. And then again she gave me her beautiful smile. I felt
something new and scary stirring in me. I lowered my eyes again and read
the same page a few more times.
When I looked up again she reached into her briefcase and pulled out a
piece of white paper. She took out a large black fountain pen and wrote
something in black ink She folded the paper and slid it across the table.
I unfolded it and it said "please come home with me."
I can't even imagine the look on my face because it made her laugh so hard
that she had to put her hands over her mouth to keep from disturbing the
other readers. I looked at her again and surprised myself by nodding yes.
We stood up and walked out of the reading room and down the steps past the
lions.
The traffic was very noisy so she put her mouth close to my ear and said in
a charming African accent "My name is Shibola" I told her my name and she
gave me her sunshine smile again. She motioned for me to walk with her and
we got on the subway. I had only been on the subway a few times in my life
and had no idea where we were going. We took the train on the Uptown side
and got off at 125th Street.
Every person who got off the train was Black except me. We walked up the
steps into the daylight and soon came to her building. She unlocked the
front door and we walked up four flights of stairs and she let us in. It
was a studio apartment with African art on the walls.
She asked me if I wanted anything to drink. My throat was as dry as
sandpaper. I asked for a glass of water and gulped it down. She poured
herself a beer and we both sat down on two kitchen chairs on opposite sides
of her kitchen table. I suddenly noticed that her body was large and lush
with big breasts and big hips. I was surprised I hadn't noticed that
before.
"I didn't think you'd come" she said in her lilting African accent "but I'm
very happy that you did. You are so beautiful."
My face became flushed and I had a feeling between my legs that I had never
felt before.
I said to her "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my
life. I feel so skinny and plain." Then I started to cry and tears poured
down my face. I took out my handkerchief and wiped my eyes. Then I said
to her "I think I love you."
She could tell that I had uttered those words without fear or shame and
tears now welled up in her eyes. She stood up, came around the table, put
her arms around me and kissed me. I felt her large beautiful lips on mine
and yielded as I never had before. Her tongue hungrily probed my mouth.
There was a throbbing between my legs and I could feel that my panties were
wet.
We walked over to the bed. She undressed herself and then undressed me. I
was overwhelmed by her fullness and roundness and blackness. Her breasts
were firm and her large nipples were black and hard. We embraced and I
could smell the cunty perfume of our arousal. I rested my head on her
shoulder for a moment and felt as if my life was just now beginning.
She pulled off the cover and we lay on the bed. She started to make love
to me very slowly. She kissed my ears and neck. She gently sucked the
tiny hard nipples on my tiny breasts and a rush of sensation flooded my
entire body. I explored her large breasts with my tongue and licked all
around her bumpy nipples and then sucked them. She then kissed me deeply
again and I felt her saliva pouring into my mouth and I greedily swallowed
it.
Shibola had me lie on my back. She kissed my mouth again and then kissed
my ears and neck and my breasts. Then she moved down and licked my feet
and my ankles and my calves. Overwhelmed by a surge of excitement, I
spread my legs without any conscious act of will.
Shibola licked and kissed my inner thighs and then lovingly nuzzled my
blond public hair. She then moved to my pussy and slowly licked my inner
lips and thrust her tongue into my vagina. I couldn't control myself any
longer and through shallow breaths could only whisper "please, please,
please."
She moved her tongue to my clitoris and licked it gently and slowly. A
surge of electricity shot through my body and I knew I was going to find a
place inside me that I never knew was there. She increased the speed and
power of her licking and my hips started to move up and down by themselves.
Then she stopped. She leaned over and opened the drawer of her night stand
and took out a long thick black dildo. I must have looked afraid because
she said "it's OK baby. I won't hurt you."
She slid the dildo into me slowly. It gave me a feeling of fullness that
was unlike anything I had ever felt in my life. Then she fucked me with
it, first slowly and then faster and faster pushing it in deep. She then
knelt down and again started to lick my clit hard and fast as she slid the
dildo in and out of my soaking wet cunt.
I began to lose all reason. The dildo fucked all the whiteness out of me
and flooded me with all of the colors of the rainbow. When my excitement
reached an indescribable pinnacle, I utterly surrendered to the feelings
and climaxed for the first time in my life. Waves of indescribable
pleasure surged throughout my body and I could feel my cunt squeezing the
dildo with powerful hard rhythmic contractions.
Soon it subsided and Shibola took me in her arms and I cried as I had never
cried before. Sobs of joy and wonder wracked my body and I held her
tightly as if to never let her go. Then the crying ended and I was bathed
in a glow of contentment and utter relaxation.
After a few minutes I looked over at Shibola and saw the profound joy on
her face and could tell from her breathing that she was very aroused. I
started kissing her entire body slowly and lovingly as she groaned with
pleasure and anticipation. I knelt between her wide open legs and looked
with wonder at the collage of ebony and pink below the thick curly black
hair of her mons. I put my mouth on her pussy and slowly licked it,
drinking in her delicious juices and savoring her funky hot odor.
My tongue soon touched her clit and she knew that I needed to be told what
to do. "That's it, baby" she said "just keep licking me there." I licked
her clit and her excitement grew as I licked it harder and harder. She
gasped "fingers inside me -- fuck me, please." I slipped my fingers into
her hot slippery cunt and fucked her hard as I licked her clit with a
steady rhythm.
She moaned loudly, thrust her hips in the air and experienced a shattering
orgasm. My fingers could feel her cunt squeeze them again and again and
again as she cried out in pure ecstasy. I felt excitement and amazement
that I had given this beautiful women so much pleasure. She soon embraced
my thin body in her loving arms and I lost myself in her softness and
roundness.
We lay silently for a long time and then we talked. She told me that she
was studying International Relations at Columbia University and would be
receiving her degree in three months. Then she would be going home. I
told her about my little white life and we cried and kissed.
Over the next three months we saw each other many many times. I would
visit her place in Harlem, proudly navigating the subway by myself. She
would visit my big white house. I even started to put on weight and soon
had breasts and hips and actually looked like a woman. And finally having
some fat cells to store my female hormones, I became lustier and lustier
and my orgasms became bigger and more wonderful.
Finally, she visited my house the day before she was going to leave for
home. We made love slowly and gently and joyously. After we climaxed and
lay in each other's arms for a while, I rolled over and reached into the
drawer of my night stand.
She looked on curiously as I took out the longest thickest whitest dildo in
the world. "I call it Moby Dick" I said as I waved it at her like a sword.
We laughed so hard we fell on the floor.
were born into money - old money - and lots of it. I grew up in a big
white house in Westchester County. When I was a little girl I played with
my little white friends. When I got older I went to private schools where
almost everyone was white. Then I went to college and it was more of the
same.
I have blond hair, blue eyes and fine features. I guess back then I was
what you would call a WASP thoroughbred because I was very very thin.
Girls from old money were supposed to be thin and I dieted and exercised to
stay that way. I went to all the debutante balls in slim expensive white
gowns. Eventually one of the boys at one of the balls started taking me
out and soon he proposed to me. His family's money was even older than
mine. We were married in a big white church in front of our beaming white
families and then moved into a big white house of our own.
We never had much of a sex life and I never had any c***dren. My husband
stopped making love to me after a few years and I didn't mind a bit. I had
heard about orgasms, but never had one and didn't miss it. I just spent
year after year going to meetings of all the best white clubs and doing
work for all the best white charities. And I stayed very very thin. My
parents passed away and left me with more money than God, but that didn't
affect my white life even a bit. My twentieth wedding anniversary came and
went and my life never changed.
Then one day I came home from one of my clubs and found a letter from my
husband on the table in the foyer. It said that he had moved out and
wanted a divorce. There was this other woman. I cried a little, but not a
lot, and went to see a lawyer.
I asked my lawyer to find out who the other women was. Her name, it seems,
was Debbie and she was twenty years younger than me. I saw her picture and
she had curves and big breasts. I was a little angry, but not a lot, and
told my lawyer I wanted to take my husband for every penny I could. I
didn't get much satisfaction from that, however, because my husband wrote
me a gigantic check and that still left him with more money than God.
My life then went on pretty much as before. The clubs. The charities.
The big white house. Then one day I needed to go into New York City. I
had been given the task of researching some local history and found out
that the book I needed was located in the New York Public Library. I felt
adventurous and told the chauffeur to drop me off at the railroad station
and I took the train to Grand Central Station.
I walked west on 42nd street in my white summer dress, crossed 5th avenue
and walked between the famous lions and up the many steps. I went to the
cavernous main reading room, requested my book, and then sat at one of the
heavy wooden tables and started to read it.
In a few minutes I sensed that someone was sitting across from me. I looked
up and saw it was a woman who was very very black. She was wearing African
clothing and her skin was the deep deep chocolate color which told the
world that there were no Caucasians in her family tree. Her hair was short
and fuzzy and her face was magnificent. She had thick lips and a broad
nose and piercing brown eyes that were staring right back into mine. And
then she smiled at me and her smile was sunshine.
I was disturbed and embarrassed and self-conscious. I lowered my eyes back
to my book and read the same page about fifteen times. I didn't want to
look up, but I finally did and she looked right into my heart with her
beautiful eyes. And then again she gave me her beautiful smile. I felt
something new and scary stirring in me. I lowered my eyes again and read
the same page a few more times.
When I looked up again she reached into her briefcase and pulled out a
piece of white paper. She took out a large black fountain pen and wrote
something in black ink She folded the paper and slid it across the table.
I unfolded it and it said "please come home with me."
I can't even imagine the look on my face because it made her laugh so hard
that she had to put her hands over her mouth to keep from disturbing the
other readers. I looked at her again and surprised myself by nodding yes.
We stood up and walked out of the reading room and down the steps past the
lions.
The traffic was very noisy so she put her mouth close to my ear and said in
a charming African accent "My name is Shibola" I told her my name and she
gave me her sunshine smile again. She motioned for me to walk with her and
we got on the subway. I had only been on the subway a few times in my life
and had no idea where we were going. We took the train on the Uptown side
and got off at 125th Street.
Every person who got off the train was Black except me. We walked up the
steps into the daylight and soon came to her building. She unlocked the
front door and we walked up four flights of stairs and she let us in. It
was a studio apartment with African art on the walls.
She asked me if I wanted anything to drink. My throat was as dry as
sandpaper. I asked for a glass of water and gulped it down. She poured
herself a beer and we both sat down on two kitchen chairs on opposite sides
of her kitchen table. I suddenly noticed that her body was large and lush
with big breasts and big hips. I was surprised I hadn't noticed that
before.
"I didn't think you'd come" she said in her lilting African accent "but I'm
very happy that you did. You are so beautiful."
My face became flushed and I had a feeling between my legs that I had never
felt before.
I said to her "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my
life. I feel so skinny and plain." Then I started to cry and tears poured
down my face. I took out my handkerchief and wiped my eyes. Then I said
to her "I think I love you."
She could tell that I had uttered those words without fear or shame and
tears now welled up in her eyes. She stood up, came around the table, put
her arms around me and kissed me. I felt her large beautiful lips on mine
and yielded as I never had before. Her tongue hungrily probed my mouth.
There was a throbbing between my legs and I could feel that my panties were
wet.
We walked over to the bed. She undressed herself and then undressed me. I
was overwhelmed by her fullness and roundness and blackness. Her breasts
were firm and her large nipples were black and hard. We embraced and I
could smell the cunty perfume of our arousal. I rested my head on her
shoulder for a moment and felt as if my life was just now beginning.
She pulled off the cover and we lay on the bed. She started to make love
to me very slowly. She kissed my ears and neck. She gently sucked the
tiny hard nipples on my tiny breasts and a rush of sensation flooded my
entire body. I explored her large breasts with my tongue and licked all
around her bumpy nipples and then sucked them. She then kissed me deeply
again and I felt her saliva pouring into my mouth and I greedily swallowed
it.
Shibola had me lie on my back. She kissed my mouth again and then kissed
my ears and neck and my breasts. Then she moved down and licked my feet
and my ankles and my calves. Overwhelmed by a surge of excitement, I
spread my legs without any conscious act of will.
Shibola licked and kissed my inner thighs and then lovingly nuzzled my
blond public hair. She then moved to my pussy and slowly licked my inner
lips and thrust her tongue into my vagina. I couldn't control myself any
longer and through shallow breaths could only whisper "please, please,
please."
She moved her tongue to my clitoris and licked it gently and slowly. A
surge of electricity shot through my body and I knew I was going to find a
place inside me that I never knew was there. She increased the speed and
power of her licking and my hips started to move up and down by themselves.
Then she stopped. She leaned over and opened the drawer of her night stand
and took out a long thick black dildo. I must have looked afraid because
she said "it's OK baby. I won't hurt you."
She slid the dildo into me slowly. It gave me a feeling of fullness that
was unlike anything I had ever felt in my life. Then she fucked me with
it, first slowly and then faster and faster pushing it in deep. She then
knelt down and again started to lick my clit hard and fast as she slid the
dildo in and out of my soaking wet cunt.
I began to lose all reason. The dildo fucked all the whiteness out of me
and flooded me with all of the colors of the rainbow. When my excitement
reached an indescribable pinnacle, I utterly surrendered to the feelings
and climaxed for the first time in my life. Waves of indescribable
pleasure surged throughout my body and I could feel my cunt squeezing the
dildo with powerful hard rhythmic contractions.
Soon it subsided and Shibola took me in her arms and I cried as I had never
cried before. Sobs of joy and wonder wracked my body and I held her
tightly as if to never let her go. Then the crying ended and I was bathed
in a glow of contentment and utter relaxation.
After a few minutes I looked over at Shibola and saw the profound joy on
her face and could tell from her breathing that she was very aroused. I
started kissing her entire body slowly and lovingly as she groaned with
pleasure and anticipation. I knelt between her wide open legs and looked
with wonder at the collage of ebony and pink below the thick curly black
hair of her mons. I put my mouth on her pussy and slowly licked it,
drinking in her delicious juices and savoring her funky hot odor.
My tongue soon touched her clit and she knew that I needed to be told what
to do. "That's it, baby" she said "just keep licking me there." I licked
her clit and her excitement grew as I licked it harder and harder. She
gasped "fingers inside me -- fuck me, please." I slipped my fingers into
her hot slippery cunt and fucked her hard as I licked her clit with a
steady rhythm.
She moaned loudly, thrust her hips in the air and experienced a shattering
orgasm. My fingers could feel her cunt squeeze them again and again and
again as she cried out in pure ecstasy. I felt excitement and amazement
that I had given this beautiful women so much pleasure. She soon embraced
my thin body in her loving arms and I lost myself in her softness and
roundness.
We lay silently for a long time and then we talked. She told me that she
was studying International Relations at Columbia University and would be
receiving her degree in three months. Then she would be going home. I
told her about my little white life and we cried and kissed.
Over the next three months we saw each other many many times. I would
visit her place in Harlem, proudly navigating the subway by myself. She
would visit my big white house. I even started to put on weight and soon
had breasts and hips and actually looked like a woman. And finally having
some fat cells to store my female hormones, I became lustier and lustier
and my orgasms became bigger and more wonderful.
Finally, she visited my house the day before she was going to leave for
home. We made love slowly and gently and joyously. After we climaxed and
lay in each other's arms for a while, I rolled over and reached into the
drawer of my night stand.
She looked on curiously as I took out the longest thickest whitest dildo in
the world. "I call it Moby Dick" I said as I waved it at her like a sword.
We laughed so hard we fell on the floor.
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