1. The Deflowering of Daisy Jackson


    Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: Fiction, Black, First Time, Virginity, Written by women, Author: Wetdreamer68, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

    I had always been a good girl. I mean, I wasn’t out partying and going to clubs like my classmates. I didn’t get knocked up and have 2 and 3 baby daddies like my peers. For the most part, I guess one may have thought of me as a prude in a sense. Well, that was the perception of me on the outside. In my head, there was another Daisy Jackson. The Daisy Jackson that friends and family knew was a straight-laced, church going, ten commandment following, example of uprightness. But the Daisy Jackson in my head was another whole being. The Daisy Jackson in my head was a formidable whore who loved to fuck and suck anything dick should get her hands on and her pussy wrapped around. Suffice it to say, I was a bit of a late bloomer. While others were out getting their cherries’ popped, I was at home watching television or in church being a virtuous woman or at least trying to be. Truth be told, when I was alone in my room, I wasn’t thinking about thumping my bible but rather was humping my pillow and anything else I could use to get myself off. I was living a lie; pulling the shade over everyone’s eyes until Marcus came into my life. I had known him for years. We had practically grown up together. He had gone away to the military then came back home after his deployment. I saw him one day at the grocery store. We exchanged information and decided to hang out. It was great. For the first time in my life, I was now dating or as they said in my town ‘courting.’ I was having a blast. On ...
    our third date, Marcus decided he would cook dinner for me. How romantic! He was actually a pretty good cook. After dinner, we watched a ‘movie.’ Okay, it was a porn flick. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get turned on because I did. I could feel my pussy getting wet. My nipples perked up and pierced through my blouse. Marcus leaned in and kissed me. While he slipped his tongue into my mouth, he slid his hands under my skirt to rub my saturated pussy. “Damn, baby, you’re so wet,” Marcus whispered. “You wanna take this to the bedroom.” “No, not yet” I moaned. “Not tonight.” “Why not tonight?” Marcus questioned as he continued to explore my cunt. “I’m just not ready.” “Trust me, your pussy is ready,” Marcus informed “Please, just give me a little more time.” “How much more time do you need?” Marcus frantically asked. “It’s not like you don’t know me. Come on, let’s do this,” Marcus begged as the bulge in front of his pants began to grown. “Your pussy is wet and my dick is hard,” Marcus continued as he pushed me down onto my back. “I said no! Now take me home,” I commanded as I pushed Marcus off of me. “Fuck you! Get home the best way you can!” Marcus yelled as he stopped the movie and got up from the couch. “It’s raining outside.” “So call a cab,” Marcus scoffed as he walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. What an asshole! He was a whore in high school. Why I thought the military had changed him was beyond me. Nonetheless, I gathered my belongings and headed out of the ...
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