My Beautiful Black Slut
by Hot Milfs BlogPeople told me it would never work, but then people say a lot of
things, don’t they?
These days a mixed marriage elicits very little response from others;
people are more tolerant, more carefree, I guess just more apathetic.
But thirty odd years ago things were very different.
Since Corina and I grew up together in the same small town, neither of
us had any concern for the colour of the other’s skin - she was black,
I was white. That was all we knew and all we cared about. But,
unfortunately, our liberal views were not shared by the whole town.
We matured and I began to see Corina as more than just a childhood
playmate. Her lithe, black body as it undulated under the loose
fitting tops and skirts that she would wear had me experiencing
sensations that I had never previously felt. Corina’s feelings towards
me were also changing; the way that she looked at me with her sexy,
crooked smile and the way that she would brush up against me or touch
my hand or arm sensuously during a conversation made me realise that
she was experiencing the same feelings of young lust that I was.
Whispers were rife all over town - a white man and a black woman
getting together? It was practically unheard of and we were looked
upon with distrust and uncertainty by a lot of the townsfolk.
But Corina and I didn’t concern ourselves with what others thought. We
kept ourselves private and in a world known only to us. Long,
meandering walks out into the countryside became our favourite
pastimes. The clear, blue sky, the sounds of wildlife all around us,
the rich, fragrant scent of the pine forests and the joy of being
together - we felt we had it all!
I never even asked her to marry me; it was something that we both just
expected to happen - as if some unspoken telepathy existed between us.
The ceremony was small and informal. We knew that many of our
neighbours were not impressed by our mixed creed relationship, but
what did we need them for anyway, we had each other.
But feelings surrounding our marriage were intensifying. It seemed
that Corina and I had underestimated the attitude of the townsfolk
towards us and we were about to discover exactly how strongly some of
them felt.
We had moved into a small house on the outskirts of town. The land
surrounding us gave us good crops of fruit and vegetables that
supplemented the meagre rations that my work as a furniture maker was
able to provide. We had few luxuries but were happy spending our
evenings sitting on the porch, watching the stars and planning our
future.
Our sex life was wonderful. Apart from a little touching and fondling
before we married, we had virtually saved ourselves. But now we were
free to enjoy the fruit that we had for so long forbidden each other.
And enjoy we did. I discovered that Corina was extremely sexual. She
would use her body while we made love, twisting and turning her
slender frame to maximise the pleasure for both of us. There seemed
little that she wouldn’t try and I remember the exquisite sensations
that I experienced when she took my dick into her pretty mouth for the
first time.
We were sitting out on the porch as usual that evening. The air was
cool and fragrant and we cuddled up as we watched the sun go down and
the stars begin to pin-prick the darkening sky. The sound of the
vehicle seemed a long was off and I gave it little thought as I buried
my face in my wife’s thick black hair and let my fingers wander over
the dark, smooth skin of her thigh below the hem of her loose dress.
“I think that car’s getting closer, baby.” Corina said with a giggle
as I tickled the inside of her thigh. “Maybe you better stop that
before you go too far. We might be getting visitors!”
“You really want me to stop?” I whispered into her ear.
…End of the part1. To be continued..