Prison Throne

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Authors: T. Styles
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whispered.
                  That was it.
    Rasim was done.
    He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips. With their mouths connected, they eased down to the dirty brown carpet. Snow was on her back and Rasim was careful not to apply too much pressure. He could feel Snow’s body warming up and he was rock hard.
                  Since Rasim had brushed his teeth moments earlier, the minty flavor of his lips had Snow tickled wet. It was a far cry from Morris’s swinging jaw that was for sure. Snow found herself wanting to go to the next level, which was something she’d never done before. Emboldened, she stripped her lips from his and stared into his eyes. She swallowed and said, “I’m ready, Rasim. You can have sex with me if you want. I give my life to you.”
                  Now it was Rasim who would take a few moments to gulp some air because he held a secret not even his friends knew about. “Snow, I never…like...you know.”
    If he was talking to another girl, she would know exactly what he meant but Snow simply wasn’t the type. The strict routine she grew up around succeeded in stealing any creativity from her mind so she was always confused. If Rasim wanted to explain something to Snow, he had better come out and say it.
    “I don’t understand,” she whispered.
    Rasim sat up and leaned against the wall. Snow crawled in the same direction and sat next to him before allowing her head to rest against his shoulder. Both of them looked toward the window and Rasim played with his fingers. What he was prepared to share with Snow he’d never revealed. “I never been with a girl before,” he mumbled. “Sexually.”
    Oh.
    Now Snow was hip.
    “I never been with a girl either,” she responded seriously.
    Rasim busted out laughing but Snow didn’t find the humor. She didn’t make jokes and she wasn’t making one then. That was something else he liked about her. She was robotic, beautiful and innocent at the same time.
    How she do that? He thought.
    “I hope not,” he chuckled. At first, the fact that he didn’t have sex made him feel inadequate. But around Snow, all was well in the world.
    She raised her head and looked over at him. “Do you want to have sex with me now? Because I want to have sex with you.”
    “But what if I hurt you?”
    “At least I’ll know I’m alive.”
    Once again, Snow amazed him with her word play and they found their way back to the floor. Rasim removed her sweatpants first, followed by the big yellow panties he waved in the air. It was somewhat poetic that she had them joints on.
    Naked from the waist down, slowly and carefully Rasim entered her tightness. Rasim was heavily endowed so he would stop whenever Snow bit down on her bottom lip to check for pressure. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. He wasn’t even trying to cum. All he wanted was to share this experience with someone he cared about, and someone who cared about him.
    But, just like any good sex act, after awhile it got good for the both of them. Rasim felt the fine hairs over his body rise and his lower belly heat up.
    Oh the feeling!
    Pure bliss!
    Even Snow, who never had an orgasm in her weird life, began to tremble. At least Rasim had the benefit of a dick jerk or two but this was Snow’s first. Her toes spread in her tennis and she convulsed as a tingling sensation with electric shock power coursed through her body. In the end, she was successful. She had reached an orgasm and Rasim was her first.
    He was right behind her as he lowered his head and kissed her softly. Although he wanted to be nastier, he figured the first time should be special as he exploded his semen into her body. He moaned far louder than Snow, that’s for sure, as he was drained.
    Something happened that neither one of them could deny.
    Rasim and Snow had officially fallen in love.

CHAPTER 5
    SNOW
     
    Snow stood in front of the mirror in the small dance room within the group home. Dressed in

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