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Authors name: Liz Foster (fgose@yahoo.com)
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THE DIARY (FF, MF, intr, preg?)
BY LIZ FOSTER (fgose@yahoo.com)
Edited by Big D (The Kristen Archives)
Part I: The Early Years
By way of introduction, my name is Liz and I was born
in 1932. The events I am about to describe occurred in
1964 when I was 32 years old. I was 5 feet tall, with
short, dark brown hair and a thick heavy patch of rich
brown crotch hair. I never shaved it, mainly because my
best friend Karen didn't want me to and also because
back then proper women didn't do that sort of thing
anyway.
Karen and I had grown up together and attended the same
schools from first grade all the way through collage.
Upon graduation, we even got jobs in the same school
system; Karen teaching high school math while I taught
first grade.
At fourteen, my pride and joy was my nicely developing
pubic hair and my budding breasts ... I felt like such
a grown up woman! Although we didn't talk about it
much, Karen and I did compare notes. We were so close
that if one of were sick the other would come to her
house and play board games or just sit and listen to
the radio.
One cold November day we told Karen's little brother
Bob that we would help him out with his Boy Scout
fundraiser. Each fall his troop helped raise money for
the Summer Boy Scout camping program -- that year it
was a paper drive. Well, Karen was in the basement of a
lady's home, tying up bundles of magazines and papers
for the boys to carry out, when she ran across a copy
of Lesbian Life magazine that the woman had thrown out.
Karen was fascinated by the cover illustration and
quickly concealed it under her jacket.
The two of us were having a slumber party at my house
that evening. When my mom came in and told us that it
was time for 'lights out', we both said goodnight.
Karen whispered me; "Do you have a pen light?" I said
that I did and fumbled for it on my nightstand. I
turned it on and, by its dim light, Karen opened the
pages of the magazine. The photos were all in black
and white and the pages were well worn, as if they had
been turned many times before Karen obtained it. We
spent over an hour looking at the pictures, giggling
and whispering to one another until Karen pointed to
one of the pictures and said, "That looks fun ... let's
try it."
She put the magazine down and we turned off the
penlight. Then, with the covers pulled up over us, we
started kissing and touching each other, imitating the
things the women in the photos were shown doing; it
felt so good to us both. That was our first sexual
experience, and that evening we lost our innocent
outlook on sex. Even to this day, Karen and I still
have our sleepover parties, look at XXX rated magazines
and make love each other.
A few years later, during a daring and illegal visit to
an adult bookstore, we bought our first double-ended
dildo. After much experimentation with various
lubricants, we both discovered the joys of penetration.
As I lay back on the bed, Karen spread my pussy lips
with her fingers and slowly worked one end of the
massive dildo up into my hot, excited pussy. At first
it hurt a little but soon the wonderful feeling of that
hard shaft stretching the walls of my pussy for the
first time overcame any pain involved. Once Karen had
about six inches firmly imbedded in my virgin snatch,
she applied lubrication to the other end and, sitting
facing me, carefully worked it deep into her own pussy.
It felt wonderful. Each time either of us moved it
sent waves of tingly feelings racing through our
bodies. We rocked our hips in unison and massaged each
other's clits, experiencing orgasm after shuddering
orgasm until we were utterly exhausted!
A few years later we both got married. Her hubby's name
was Bill; mine was Jake. The two men were crazy about
hunting, fishing, camping, and anything to do with the
out of doors; so much so that the only way I ever saw
Jake on weekends was if I went camping with him and his
buddies.
Sex for Jake and I was never very regular, or even very
exciting for that matter. He wasn't much for foreplay
and once he had his climax he considered the game over.
I found myself faking my orgasms most of the time. A
box of condoms would last us over four years. Since a
box contained 48 condoms, you know just how much sex we
had, do the math!
One cold March morning in 1961, I got on the bus to go
to work; Karen had gotten on two stops ahead of me.
Karen greeted me warmly but instead of my usual
friendly response I just gazed out of the bus window
and muttered something. Karen asked, "What's wrong with
you?
"I've been sick this morning," I responded. "Vomiting
and all that stuff, I think I've got the flue."
But I somehow knew it was morning sickness. I suspected
that I was pregnant and I was scared to death ... but I
knew just how it had happened. It had to be BJ!
Part II: BJ
I first met BJ, a black student, during my freshman
year of collage in 1946. We were in a number of the
same classes over the next four years. I grew very
found of him but, in those days, even being seen with a
black man automatically made a white women some kind of
slut. I told Karen that I had a crush on him and she
warned me about the social ramifications of getting
involved with a black man. So he and I remained just
good friends, which seemed to be ok with him.
When we finished collage, BJ went back east to teach.
It wasn't until a number of years later that I meet him
again. He was hired as the Music Director in the school
system where I taught. I ran in to him one early fall
afternoon as I was on my way to the office to turn in
my lesson plans for the next week. We talked for a few
moments in the hallway and parted, saying we would see
each other later. It was a couple of weeks before I saw
him again. He stuck his head in the door of my
classroom and asked if I would like to meet him at a
little off-campus coffee shop for lunch.
At lunchtime, I went to the shop across from the school
and BJ arrived several minutes later. He made it look
as though it was an accidental meeting, in order to
protect me from snide gossip. We struck up a
conversation, talked for a while, then said our good-
byes.
We went on like this until February of the following
year; short secret meetings with no kissing and no sex,
just a close friendship.
Then in February he came by my room and asked me if I
would like a ride home, and maybe stop for a drink. I
knew Jake would be gone so I agreed. I told Karen that
I would see her later that evening for our regular
Friday evening date.
Well, my date with BJ went from drinks to dinner then
to a little club he belonged to. It was a club for
blacks with a couple of strippers and jazz music. It
was a fun evening. It was at his club that I smoked my
first joint of pot. It made me a little goofy, laughing
at everything BJ said whether it was funny or not. We
stayed at the club until midnight, then he asked me to
stop by his place for a nightcap. I agreed and I will
never be able to forget what happened that night.
When we got to his place I was still feeling the
effects of the pot I had smoked. His town house seemed
sexy with its white carpet, log burning fireplace, a
little bar, African-like touches and contemporary
furniture. I found it to be very masculine, with nude
art hung on walls painted in dark colors. It was
beautifully done. I asked BJ to help me to his
bathroom.
On the way down the hall he showed me his bedroom.
Asking me if I liked it,
I got the impression we would soon be spending some
time in it. A huge oil painting of a naked lady hung
over the head of his bed. I suddenly wished it had been
a painting of me hanging there but of course I didn't
tell him that.
When we got back to the living room, BJ lit a fire in
the fireplace and fixed us drinks. We sat on a
bearskin rug in front of the fireplace and talked. It
wasn't long before his arm slipped around my waist and
he turned my face to his to give me my first adulterous
kiss. I hate to admit it but I responded with growing
passion and a welling desire. I remember shivers
running up and down my spine.
The drink, in conjunction with the pot I had smoked at
the club, kicked in. The next thing I remember is JB
bending over me, his huge fingers on the buttons of my
sweater, undoing them and slipping it off my shoulders.
I felt his hot breath as he started kissing my neck,
then across me chest from shoulder to shoulder. All the
while he was fondling my breasts though my bra. As he
pulled my slip and bra straps off my shoulders, shivers
shot through my body. Leaning down and lifting my face
to his, he smiled at me and said, "I've loved you since
we first met, Liz." Then I felt, for the first time
since I had married Jake, the hands of another man
cupping my naked breasts, sending shock waves up and
down the length of my body. Bending forward, he kissed
me gently and once again said, "I love you."
I felt the gentle touch of his hands fondling my body.
My lips parted and his tongue became entwined with
mine. We kissed for what seemed an eternity. I didn't
want to leave his lips but he finally pulled his lips
away to kiss my hot erect nipples for the fist time. My
heart raced as BJ bent over me. My head lay in his lap
and I could feel his growing erection as he kissed and
sucked on my nipples.
Soon I felt one hand moving slowly up my inner thighs.
I spread them slightly at his touch, welcoming his
advance. Slowly, he worked his hand up my legs,
reaching the bare flesh of my upper thighs. He broke
off our kiss looking at me and whispered "I have
brought you into my home and, for what will be done
here to night, I ask no mans pardon.
I looked up into BJ's eyes and brushed his check with
my fingertips. I kissed him and said, "I'm yours for
the taking BJ. I love you very much and I need you so
badly."
With that, my mind went on hiatus. My hand hit my drink
glass and cold liquid spilled over the floor. The mood
was broken.
BJ jumped up and said, "I'll get a towel and clean it
up." While he was out of the room I replaced my bra and
slip, then pulled my skirt back down, slipped my
sweater over my shoulders and sat back down to await
BJ's return. Sitting there alone in the glow of the
fire, I started feeling like such a Fool! I had just
frustrated BJ and destroyed the excitement and passion
that had starting to build between us.
Returning to the living room BJ refused my offer to
clean up the spilled drink. Finishing the cleaning
himself, he took the towel back to the kitchen and
returned to sit down beside me. Neither of us spoke
until BJ looked at me and said "Are you ready for me to
take you home?"
My heart sank, tears filled my eyes and I was at a
complete loss as to how to answer his question. I felt
so miserable over the very thought of not being held in
his arms again, or feel the touch of his hands on my
body. I had such wonton feelings swelling inside of me.
I felt lustful and indulgent, with such a craving to
touch and kiss his manhood and to feel it penetrate my
body. I turned to BJ with tears filling my eyes.
Reaching out to touch him on the cheek, I kissed him
and asked, "Do you really want to take me home?"
Looking straight at me BJ said, "Baby when a woman puts
her clothes back on, it's normal for a guy to think
that she wants to be taken home; that she has no
intention of staying the night."
I considered his words; it never dawned on me that this
simple act would cause such a problem. I sat quietly
for a few minutes, thinking over what he had just said.
I searched for an appropriate way to reply to him
without seeming to be some kind of depraved, submissive
female. Yet this is just what I would be, so why not
express my feelings and let him know how I felt?
I was uncertain about becoming so obviously lustful but
finally, taking a deep breath, I said, "BJ, I guess I
want to stay the night with you."
BJ responded, "You guess? What kind of an answer is
that? Yes or no, none of this 'I guess' bullshit."
Taking another deep breath I looked at him and blurted
out, "Yes, I want to!"
"Want to what baby?"
"To sleep up with you. I love you!" I threw my arms
around his neck, and kissed him with a sense of relief
for having resolved my feelings. I felt ecstatic.
BJ stood up and playfully told me he would make me a
fresh drink if I promised not to spill it. When he
returned, he placed my drink in one hand and a freshly
rolled joint in the other, telling me to take a couple
drags, inhale slowly and hold it before exhaling. I did
this several times, then gave it back to him, telling
him to finish it.
We sat close together talking and smoking for awhile.
Finally BJ rose and started for his bedroom. As he was
leaving he said, "Button you're sweater baby. If you're
going to expose yourself to me I want you to perform a
striptease."
I did as he asked and re-buttoned my sweater, then sat
and waited for his return. As I waited, I rubbed my
hands over my nipples. They were extremely sensitive
and longed for the touch of his hands.
When he returned to the room he was wearing a bathrobe
and carrying a camera. " First I'm going to take some
photos of you stripping. Then, when you're bare ass
naked, I want to get some close-up shots of your tits
and ass baby. Any problems with that?"
I jokingly responded, "No, not if you think I am worth
wasting the film on."
He assured me it would not be a waste. Standing up, he
walked over to the bar where he had a reel-to-reel tape
recorder set up. Selecting a tape, he started the
machine. While doing this, BJ told me that he wanted to
see my ass wiggling and to make my boobs shake. "Baby
you got a half hour of music, so take your time." I
could feel the deep base notes of the music penetrate
my whole being. They seemed to be the same notes,
repeated over and over, dark and mysterious in their
sound. In no time I was feeling the rhythm and BJ was
soon watching me swaying and gyrating to its slow
seductive beat. The movement of my hips and breasts
seemed to be one with low vibrating rhythm. I closed my
eyes and slowly began to strip away my clothing, all
sense of virtue left was gone; I just wanted to fuck
this beautiful man.
My sweater and skirt were already on the floor, and I
was in the process of removing my slip, when BJ ordered
me to hold it up full length by its straps and let it
fall slowly to the floor. I did as I was told and,
still dancing sensually, turned my body so that my back
was to him. I wanted him to watch my ass bumping and
grinding.
As I danced, I reached around and started to unsnap my
bra fastener. Then I slowly pulled the straps off my
shoulders. Holding my bra in one hand I tossed it over
my shoulder to him, like a bride tossing her flowers.
Cupping my hands over my breasts, I slowly turned
toward BJ and, allowed my hands to slip away, exposed
my bare breasts to the camera's view.
He ordered me to come to him and to leave my girdle on,
I did as I was told and went to stand in front of him.
He placed one hand on my on my ass and pulled me close
to him. Then reaching up he grabbed my breasts and
started to fondle them. It felt so wonderful I suddenly
became short of breath. He then ordered me to squat
over his mouth. I was puzzled by this request but not
for long. "Get you hairy snatch over my mouth, you
fucking beautiful hot little bitch."
No man had ever talked to me like that before! It was
exciting be to talked to that way. And I liked that
because it was not going to be the last time he would
treat me this way, it was something I could become
accustomed to and enjoy.
I did as he asked and settled my pussy over his mouth.
Without warning I felt his tongue on my clit. It took
my breath away and I blurted out, "Oh, oh it feels
wonderful! Don't stop!"
I grabbed his head in an effort to pull myself closer
to his hot, darting tongue. He reached up to caress my
breasts as I held myself tight against his probing
tongue. He started to pinch my nipples, causing them to
grow even harder and more erect. I felt a glow rising
in my breasts. I was becoming so excited that I was
close to an orgasm. The glow moved downward to my belly
and I started to feel muscle spasms from my groin to my
thighs. The spasms became stronger and longer lasting
as I keep pulling myself tighter against his mouth,
forcing his tongue as deeply as possible up into my
cunt.
Suddenly my pussy muscles spasmed violently and I felt
a firestorm racing through my entire body. I was washed
with heat, the muscles from my asshole to my vagina
rapidly contracted and my pussy juices washed down over
BJ's face. My legs became so weak I could hardly stand
and I screamed "Oh God that's so fantastic!" I had
never experienced an orgasm like this before, not with
Karen, and certainly not with Jake. I bent down and
kissed him, but he pushed me away saying, "Go finish
your dance."
I could barely stand but I did as he wished and resumed
my dance with only my girdle and nylons left to remove.
I turned my back to him once again and started to
remover my nylons, slowly rolling them down my legs,
allowing BJ to photograph this act if he chose to.
Then, with my back still to BJ, I slipped my fingers
under the waistband of my girdle. I slowly slipped it
down my legs then, turning to expose my fully naked
body to him, tossed my girdle at him, saying with a
smile, "There, do I look worthy of shacking up with?"
"You bet your sweet ass you do baby." BJ then ordered
me to lie down on the rug and pose for him. He took
more pictures of my nude reclining body, then told me
to open my legs and spread my cunt lips apart. I did as
I was told while he moved the camera to within a foot
of my crotch to obtain some extremely close-up shots of
my wet gaping pussy. Then he set the camera aside for
the evening.
BJ sat down beside me and started sucking on my
nipples, slowly running his free hand down my body
until he was fingering my love spot. My body once more
began responding to his touch. I slowly spread my legs
apart, allowing his hand free access to my most private
areas.
As he began caressing my genital area, my breasts
tingled and I felt that warmth moving down my body.
Then it hit me like a blazing firestorm again, only
this time with more intensity, hard and deep within my
body. I squirmed and whimpered, then my ass jerked up
off the floor in an effort to drive his finger deep
inside of me. "Oh BJ, whatever you're doing don't
stop... please don't stop!" I begged him. He kept going
and I lost all control over my body. I couldn't stop
the orgasms. They came like waves hitting a beach, one
after the other.
At last I had to ask him to let me rest a minute and
have a sip of my drink.
As I sat up and took my glass, BJ said, "Your sex life
with Jake will be real dull after tonight baby." I had
to agree with him and, thought to myself, it already is
lover!
Standing up, BJ stood at my feet and removed his
bathrobe. My eyes stared at his magnificent tool; it
was so huge it made poor Jake's look like a little
plaything. Jake's was maybe six inches long when it was
fully erect but BJ's, even though it was still only
semi-erect, looked to be at least nine inches. I was
sure that I would never be able to get the head of that
enormous thing in my mouth if he asked me to. I also
felt that it was sure to hurt when he tried to
penetrate me with it...
I set my drink down as he knelt in front of me. Lifting
my legs over his shoulders, he bent down and buried his
face in my pussy. I felt his tongue jabbing its way
between the folds of saturated pussy, greedily licking
up the sweet richness of my honey tasting sex juice. My
orgasms started all over again and he just made them
more intense by not letting up on his sucking and
licking.
At last he lay down beside me and ordered me to suck
his cock. I tried but could not get it into my mouth;
it was just too big. I kissed up and down the length
of it and gently sucked his balls into my mouth. That
was the best I could do but it must have been enough
because he soon told me to straddle his hips and lower
my self onto his cock.
This was my first experience of being on top of a man.
Just as I positioned his cock-head between the lips of
my pussy, BJ thrust his hips upward, driving himself
into me. I let out a shriek, feeling a mixture of
delight and pain as he penetrated me. He began to
slide it in and out, pushing deeper with each stroke
until finally I felt our crouch hairs entwine. As I lay
forward against his chest and started rocking back and
forth, my excitement grew until I could delay it no
longer. I grabbed BJ, around the neck, kissing and
hugging him as I went off, caught up by some
involuntary rhythms of my body's eruptions as it
spasmed over and over.
BJ moved me onto my back and placed my legs over his
shoulders so that my feet were nearly against to my
ears. He asked me before he started, "Do we need a
condom because I don't have any if we do." I looked
into his dark eyes and drew him close to me, kissing
him deeply.
"BJ I love you. Do me any way you want to," I
whispered.
With that, he started to hump his cock rapidly in and
out of my pussy. Suddenly my whole body became his sex-
toy. All I could do was hang on, I was helpless to stop
him. I became lost in gorgeous feelings he was giving
me with his male dominance, but I couldn't think at
all. All I could do was feel and hang on.
Then BJ let out a snort and yelled, "Oh fuck! I can't
hold out any longer. I'm coming."
My body pinned down by the weight of his body and his
huge tool hammering into me. I moaned, "It's ok baby,
shot your load into me, it's ok. I need it, please...Do
it!"
After it was over and we lay there side by side on the
floor talking, he started to gently finger my clit
again, pushing it into my sex hole and ...oh wow... it
all started again.
After what seemed like hours of joy, I must have fallen
asleep because it was morning when I woke up in BJ's
bed. He kissed me and asked if I was ready for
something breakfast.
The next Saturday BJ and I went to the club again and I
did my striptease, dancing naked for half a dozen men.
When BJ and I got back to his place that night we had
fantastic sex. The next Saturday BJ invited two of his
friends from the club over and I experienced my first
foursome, with my mouth full of one man and both sex-
holes filled by the other two.
Getting fucked in the ass was a new experience for me
and at first it hurt terribly. However, I soon grew
accustomed to it and, before the evening was over, was
enjoying it immensely.
It was four weeks later when I got on the bus that
Monday morning and told Karen
I thought that I was pregnant. That afternoon on the
way home she said, "Liz, we have to get you fixed. You
can't have a black man's baby." And so it was Karen who
took charge and my "situation" was taken care of. I
didn't see BJ for many weeks after that but we finally
did get together again and he was my lover for many
years.
In closing this part of my diary I might add that after
I told Karen about BJ and my being pregnant by him, I
received a severe spanking from her. She pulled my
dress up and my panties down then forced me to bend
over her bed. She paddled my bare bottom until it was
bright, rosy red. When she was finished she admonished
me; "Didn't I warn you? Always, always use a condom
when fucking strangers!"
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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