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Jacques was still breathing heavily when I told him to get ready for round two. I took his still hard cock and put a condom on him. Yeah, I keep them in my nightstand drawer. Jacques laughed, and I told him I was always prepared. Then I climbed on top of him. Jacques lay there, eying me carefully as I took his thick cock and placed it inside my pussy. Then I began riding him. It had been forever since I had a dick inside my pussy. And I've never had one like Jacques before. The big and tall Black stud placed his big hands on my very wide hips and thrust his dick deep into me. I supported myself by putting my hands on his broad shoulders and rode him hard. Like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco I rode him. Jacques made sexy grunting noises as he slammed his dick into me, telling me he wanted to tear up my cunt. I told him to tear up my sweet Native pussy, and he didn't need to be told twice. He slammed his cock into me like fucking was going out of style. It was absolutely fucking amazing.
Man, I lost track of how long we fucked. It was great, though. When I came to, Jacques lay next to me, fast asleep. I grinned. Looks like my killer Native pussy put the whammy on this Black stud. I guess I've still got that old Indian magic. When Jacques woke up, I served him breakfast in bed. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I asked him if he wanted to be fuck buddies. He scoffed, and told me he wanted much more than that from me. The Haitian-American stud looked me straight in the eyes and told me he'd wanted to make me his for a long time. I stared at him askance. Make me his....as in us becoming boyfriend and girlfriend? Jacques smiled and nodded. I smiled and kissed him. Neither of us ate breakfast that night. Food was the furthest thing from my mind as Jacques put me on all fours, caressed my thick round ass and then took me from behind. I think our screams of passion woke up half of Toronto that morning, but I couldn't be sure. All I know is that after he fucked me that second time, I walked with a slight limp for days. And loved it!
Later that day, I saw Sarah, while Jacques and I were walking through the University of Toronto campus together, hand in hand. She smiled at us, saying it's about time we got together. Jacques lovingly kissed his older sister on the cheek. Then the three of us went to the nearby Tim Horton's for breakfast. I'm afraid Jacques and I really messed up my apartment. I sat inside the restaurant with Sarah and Jacques, feeling at peace for the first time in my life. And why shouldn't I feel at peace? I'm sitting with my best friend and the man that I love. What could be better than this? This was just the beginning. A year later Jacques and I got hitched. We live together in Brampton, a few blocks away from his sister and her husband. We're one big happy family.
- COMMENTS
Comentarista82almost 9 years agoYour penchant to butcher things, make a woman talk like you (a man), ignore the typical cultural referent (Native American) and then insult some city like Winnipeg (or usually Ottawa) knows no bounds. I know Native American women would not be caught dead speaking like that, and I can say that after speaking with ones that are Cree, Thompson and Cherokee. You insult all racial groups, you insult government, you insult cities...and every one of your "stories" follows the same pattern--nearly paragraph by paragraph. Such unconcerned effort should be erased every time.
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoThis story began as she isnt proud of being part of the Sioux nation, more of being ashame of her people. I myself is an Ojibwa nation and very proud of being native american, I would'nt marry outside my culture. Nothing wrong with dating, casual sex with other race's. Our native people are loosing everything, culture, language, heritage and most important of all is are respect to ourselve's...
espiritabout 13 years agoNothing self righteous about the comments, but comments are factual. It sounds like you are not from the United States of America and/or English is not your primary language. The pun is very good and quite obvious to most people. The comment / pun were advice and not intended to mean that something good, but rather the reverse. If you continue to play with fire eventually you are going to get burned!
PoissonSurLaLuneabout 13 years agoYour vitriol really isn't doing anyone any good, but if you feel the need for self righteous venting I suppose the internet is a good place for it so I congratulate you.
I'm not sure how "get burned" is a pun. If you're going for the idea he will be literally burned (as by hellfire) and/or metaphorically burned then I think that's an extremely weak pun since burned has the same meaning in both. If it's something better please fill me in. I love lame puns!
Anonymousabout 13 years agoTEENAGE BITCH BOY, I agree with the previous comments. You are embarrassment to humanity. You negatively submit cut and paste trash items about anybody and everybody regardless of race, color, creed, or disability! You trash every culture with your vile submissions. A word of advice! You are 'playing with fire' when you start in on the Bible, on God, and on the Devil / Satan. If nothing that will eventually totally backfire on you with serious consequences for you! STOP IT NOW LITTLE TEENAGE BITCH BOY BEFORE YOU GET BURNED SEVERELY [PUN INTENDED]!
