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Nancy in Amsterdam
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SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL
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Initiation
Second in a series of postings of stories told by the
girlfriends of a young black girl.
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Hi, I'm Nancy.
This is my second posting. For the ones that don't know me, here is
some introduction. Those who read for the action, please skip the
first two paragraphs. And while you're at it, sitting with a hardon
behind your monitor, you could as well skip the first five paragraphs
of the story too. And get your rocks off on a young black virgin.
I'm sixteen years old, and live in Amsterdam. As you know, Amsterdam
is the city of sins. Sex is for sale and drugs are almost free. The
city has a large black population, which I'm part of. People come
from all over the world to Amsterdam. There are lots of people from
Surinam, the Dutch Antilles and even from Africa here. And there are
the white ones, the guys. Every black woman eventually wants a white
man. But don't just believe what I say. Listen to what my girlfriends
told me.
I'm slender and tall and black, and as most of my friends,
immensely interested in everything that has got something to do with
boys, drugs, sex and violence. We hang around in the clubs and the
coffeeshops in Amsterdam, where you can smoke some pot, shoot some
pool and meet guys. And when we're stoned, strange things happen. Let
me tell you what Mary-Ann, one of my handsomest and strangely most
virginal girlfriends, told me:
"You know I just moved, don't you, Nancy? Well, let me tell you.
It's quite a difference from where I first lived. I was living in a
kind of highrise-ghetto-like area in the suburbs of Amsterdam. Most
of the people that live there are black, and the rest is students. As
soon as one gets a job he or she moves. It was a kind of a violent
neighboorhood. Girls get raped the moment they leave the house. Boys
drag them into the dark bikesheds under the buildings. There are
boxes there where people stash the stuff they don't use. The boys
have taken over these boxes and built their own rooms in it, complete
with TV and stereo's, beds and lights. And when they seize a girl,
they take her there and gangbang her. Pity they never did that to me.
I would have gone with them without complaints.
But okay, I moved. These days I live in the better parts of the
city. Better seems to be whiter too. But lets not get into that. It's
near the old city center, in a neighbourhood where all the artists
live. Nothing's like we're used to. Painters and sculpturists walk
around in strange clothes. Trucks full of paintings drive on and off,
busses full with tourists come to see the strange buildings and the
so called architecture. Expensive cars with people smoking cigars and
wearing expensive clothing. You know what it's like.
But then, one day I walked to the local grocery store. Then I
meet this cute white guy. I saw him before, but we never talked to
each other. So suddenly he says to me: 'Hi there, beauty, where are
you going?' and we talk some. I noticed he had these beautiful eyes,
with long lashes, and he had such a male, deep voice. He radiated
sex, I knew he was the one that was going to have me first. He asked
me to walk home with him. And I did.
His house was beautiful. Strange objects were scattered around,
drapes hanging from the high ceilings, paintings in the corner. He
showed me around and told me about his work. He put on the TV, and
The Soul of MTV filled the house.
Then we got to the bedroom. It was some kind of stage in between
the ceiling and the floor, hanging in midair on some ropes. We
climbed up and laid down on the bed. You could even see and hear the
TV from there. He skilfully rolled a joint and we smoked, drank some
orange juice and talked. About me still being a virgin, about
boyfriends and about what we wanted to do to eachother. He wouldn't
believe me, that I wanted to have sex but still was a virgin. I told
him how my father had watched my every step, where we used to live,
but now he had left me free, because of the better neighbourhood.
After we finished the joint he started to undress me. I was kind
of shy, because I'd never been naked with a man before. But he said I
looked good, and he let me undress him first. When I took off his
jeans I felt a huge dick under his underpants. It kind of frightened
me. Soon enough we were both naked, lying on the bed. We kissed and
caressed eachother. He slid his hand between my legs and played with
my pussy. I never did that to myself, so I was kind of surprised by
the pleasant feeling it brought. I let him do it and melted in his
arms. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs and a warm
feeling spread through my stomach. Then he stopped. I asked him what
he wanted, and said to him that I wanted to do everything he liked.
He told me how to suck his dick. It tasted strange, like eating
raw meat. He liked the way I did it, hearing him moan and grabbing my
head, pushing it deeper over his cock. I couldn't believe he liked
it, I never did it before. He wanted to come in my mouth, and I
wanted to please him right away. So I sucked it even harder, and he
wached my brown lips around his dick sliding in and out of my mouth.
I felt his body shaking and trembling as his thing grew even harder,
and then all of a sudden my mouth filled with warm sticky sperm.
'Swallow it' he told me, and I did. It was nice, kind of salty.
I smiled at him as he just laid there with his eyes closed. His
thing was still hard, so I went on top of him and led it into my
pussy. It hurt. It hurt a lot, but I kept on pushing it into me. It
hurt even more, and the all of a sudden it was over. I could feel his
hardness into my body, and I didn't want it ever to go out of there.
Slowely I moved up and down like riding a horse, my pussy and his
dick making wet noises. I sank even lower onto it, till it just
wouldn't go any further. He sighed and opened his eyes. 'Right on,
girl' he said, and started thrusting his dick upwards. He put my
hands on his chest. That made my breasts stand out and the brown
nipples proudly pointed forward. Harder and harder and quicker and
quicker we moved, till our bodies made claping sounds. He pulled me
off him and put me on my hands and knees. From behind it went in
deeper, and when it was in me all the way, I felt a kind of spasm. I
willingly let him fuck me from behind. I thought of what he would be
seeing now, his dick moving in and out of my body, my brown warm
body, clean and saved for him. The fucking was even better than I
imagined, feelings of lust and more of it, that was all I could think
about. I wanted it to last forever. But then again, I wanted him to
fill me with his seed like he did in my mouth.
I don't know for how long he did it to me. And to cut short, I
won't go over all the positions we did it in. But let me tell you, I
didn't want to leave that house. Only after he told me that his
girlfriend would be coming over any minute, I agreed on leaving. But
not after he had let me come by fucking me like a madman. He laid me
on the bed on my right side, lifted up one leg and put it over his
shoulder. After a while of pumping he closed his eyes, and I grabbed
the stem of his cock. I could feel him nearing an orgasm like in my
mouth, and when he opened his eyes and said 'I want you again' I felt
a rush of blood going to my belly, my muscles contracting wildly and
we both came. It felt good, it felt warm and I finally was a woman.
Tomorrow I'll be going there again. But I hope I don't run into
his girlfriend. Or maybe she could join us. Could be kind of nice."
As she told me that, her eyes closed and she took another suck from
the joint we were sharing. Envy wasn't what I felt. I was proud of my
handsome friend.
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As you might have noticed, coming from Amsterdam, English is not my
native language. But if you like my postings, please let me know.
I'll jot down some more of what my girlfriends told me.
Bye, Nancy.
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(C)opyright 1994 All rights reserved
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