When I Became a Man!!

"You got to lick it. Make it wet you know." Ms. Beautiful Lady informed me as she laid on the cot sitting on the side of the front porch attached to her father's house. As expected, I licked it, and it was nasty. She had a hairy, nasty kitty. I put my tong in and out of it, and then she grabbed me and inserted my manhood inside of her. I was inside the once so nasty tasting spot, but now good to the touch spot. I was stroking it. Yes I was the stroke master, or at least I thought I was. Her breast and lips tasted much better than her kitty. Thank God. We had protected sex, and apparently she had prior experience in the task than I did. Next, she told me that she wanted it from the back, and the booty was mighty nice from the back. She bent over with her hands firmly grasping the railing of the porch. I had trouble getting it in; Ms. Beautiful Lady looked back, frowned, and said, "Maybe I should get Joe. He'll hook it up right. He lives right down the street. "No, No, Baby," I said, while desperately attempting to find her entrance. Finally, by the grace of God, I found it, and I was once again the stroke master. Some how, we ended p back on the cot. We were in blissful sexual relations when the creaking of the front door to her house pervaded the night time summer air. "Ms. Beautiful Lady," you're out there," asked a man. We quickly stopped what we were doing, the man's voice said, "You have five minutes to talk to him, and then you got to come in. "Yeah." She replied. Ms. Beautiful Lady and I kissed a while, we fixed our clothing, and I threw the condom over the edge of the porch. Don't throw it there," she asserted. So, I jumped off or the porches, landed in the dirt, searched diligently in the dark, and guess what. I found the earth tainted condom. Since I didn't nut the only we juices were hers. Yes I was a man, and if this man didn't get back home before 9:00 that night, grandmother was going to whip my tail.

While on my path back home, used condom in hand, I jumped thought the summer night air past the neighboring houses and occasional street walker. I jogged non stop to the basketball court where Ms. Beautiful Lady and I first met. I was keen on not taking the short cut home because she had mentioned that if the neighborhood boys saw me, they might get angry because I was an outsider. Me being a county kid, I was keen on being aware of my surroundings, and I was devotedly perceptive of who I was near when running home. I threw the condom on the cement paved basket ball court underneath the hoop because I had obviously scored that night.

I took the side entrance into grandmother's house, and praises due to God she was asleep. Next morning, "What time did you get in," grandmother started with the interrogation. I replied, "I got in, in time "That's good," she said plainly.