Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:56:51 +0000
From: Genny McCain <gfire55@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Genny Story ...Kentra

The other day a girl that started writing to me after my last
story was posted, asked if I was always the submissive, or if
I liked to sometimes be the aggressive one. I told her
honestly that as far as sex goes I am a happy submissive.
There have been times when I have wanted to do things to
Melly. To hold her down and do wonderful nasty things to her
body until she came in great big buckets. I picture it in my
mind how I would control her and keep her at my mercy
until she begged me to let her cum. The reality of it is,
that when there is something new I want to do to her. I ask
her if she would let me do something new. When she gets a
dirty thought in her head, she doesn't ask, she just pushes
me down on the bed and has her fun with me. I guess that is
the real difference between a domn and a sub, who feels like
she needs to ask, and who doesn't.

Thinking about all that made me remember a girl I knew in
college. This is the story of her and my brief and some what
star-crossed love affair. I hope you enjoy it, and as always,
I am at www.gfire55@hotmail.com and would love to hear from
any one that would like to write.

A Genny Story... Kentra

I am Genny.

By my second year at Michigan State I was out to my family
and everyone I knew on campus. I was getting a bit of a
reputation and more than a few times I heard people had
referred to me as "That red headed dyke". I had dated a few
guys since starting in my freshman year but mostly I was just
dating girls.

It was just after Christmas break, and winter was taking hold
of mid Michigan. I was an education major and one of the
classes I was taking was sports education (gym teacher).
Twice a week I would go over to the sports complex and take a
class. Most of it was interesting, we learned about nutrition
and injuries and how to support good physical health.

After one of the classes I was walking through the complex
when I seen the women's basketball team practicing. I had
some reading to do so I found a good place to sit and spread
out my stuff to study and to watch the team. I spent more
time watching the girls run back and forth, up and down the
court than studying. I have always had a thing for athletic
girls. Mostly softball players, but really any girls that
played sports.

Melly played softball in high school and I have seen pictures
of how hot she looked in her tight little uniform. My first
lover, Ann (see earlier story) and my sister Janet were
always on a team and I would go to all their games. I think
that is where I first got interested in sporty girls. I loved
watching the catchers. They always seemed like the most
aggressive girls on the field. They were always yelling at
someone, then they would squat in that very sexy position and
then throw the ball back to the pitcher. They all seemed to
have the dirtiest uniform on the field, and I just loved
them.

While I was watching the basketball team I noticed one girl
in particular. She was well over six feet tall and when she
was on the court, she just dominated everything. The ball
would come in to her and she would either push the girl
guarding her back to the basket or she would just shoot over
her. And when she went for a rebound, one shift of her hip
and girls would go flying. She was grunting and moaning and
sweating so much that her black skin was wonderfully shiny,
and I was getting short of breath just watching her play.

I found out her name was Kentra, (Not her real name. She went
on to have a very good career at MSU and I still hear her on
the radio as a commentator, and she is involved with the team
still. I have never heard that she is out so I won't use her
real name.) She had hair cut very short and skin the color of
milk chocolate. He legs were long, her arms were long and her
shoulders were wide.

I had to leave to meet some friends, but I made sure that I
started to go to the games. She was just a freshman so she
didn't get to start, but I thought she was the best on the
team. When she was on the floor the other team would only
take so much abuse and then started giving her room. From
then on the whole floor was hers. She was so aggressive that
just to watch her made me wet.

I asked around and a friend of mine said she had seen her
hanging out with some gay girls and she thought Kentra might
be gay too. I kept going to games and caught her eye a couple
of times sitting close to the court. After about five games I
got someone to introduce us. It was before a game, and I told
her how much I had been enjoying watching her play. She
seemed surprisingly shy when we met. I got up my courage and
asked her what she was doing after the game. She didn't have
any plans so I asked if she wanted to go out for something to
eat. It was all set and then she had to go play.

Our dinner out went surprisingly good. For all our
differences, I am white, she is black, she is from Detroit, I
am from mid Michigan, we still got along very well. We talked
about music and classes and stuff that was going on around
campus. She said she had seen me at a few rallies for the gay
rights group, so I knew that she knew I was into girls. I was
happy that she made a point of bringing that up.

After that, we started to see each other a lot. I became a
regular at as many practices as I could and unless the game
was to far away to get to. I was at most of them.

The more we hung out the more we started acting like a
couple. One day we were walking across campus and the ice was
in big chunks on the sidewalks. I reached over and took her
arm for support. Just to feel her muscles under her coat was
a thrill. She smiled over to me and I kept a hold of her arm
even when the sidewalk cleared out. She put her hand on mine
and gave me a friendly squeeze. From then on we always held
hands as we walked.

We were meeting for lunch almost every day and would hang out
together in the evenings. The trouble was neither one of us
had a place that we could be together alone. We started
finding quiet little places to make out. We would duck into a
doorway and kiss for long minutes until we felt we had to
leave. She was the first girl I made out with in the library.
We would go back into the stacks or find a quiet isle out of
the way and just start kissing. We were interrupted so many
times that after a while we just kept kissing and let the
world go on around us.

The kissing was great. Her kissing style was soft and shy,
not what I was really wanting, but rubbing up against that
hard athletic form, made my whole body tingle in
anticipation  for the time we could finally get together
alone. We would both get so hot that I started wearing
clothes that were easier for her to get into. I would put on
just a sweatshirt under my coat, and more than once I would
take her hand and push it up under my clothes and on to my
tit.

We finally got our chance when she told me her room mate was
not going to be on campus for a weekend. There was going to
be a game on Saturday afternoon and then we would have the
entire weekend together in her little room. I was very
excited and more than once masturbated while thinking about
her hands on me and her strong body on top of mine.

On Saturday I got to the game early and was sitting there
when the girls first came out for warm ups. As soon as I seen
Kentra come out of the locker room I started to make my way
across the gym. My intent was to say something provocative to
her so she would know I was as horny as I was hoping she was.
When I got about ten feet from her a woman walked up to her
and gave her a big hug. I stopped in my tracks and seen that
the older woman was obviously family. I kind of took a step
back just as Kentra looked up and seen me. I was going to
take my cue from her and was ready to just walk away, but
when she seen me she smiled and called, "Hi Genny."

She broke the hug with the woman and then they both turned to
me. I could definitely see the family resemblance. She was
probably in her mid forties and almost as tall as Kentra. She
was smiling when she looked over to me and I could see just
what Kentra was going to look like in later life.

Kentra said, "Mom, this is my friend Genny. Genny, this is my
Mom."

The smile was warm and genuine. We shook hands and for a few
seconds made small talk. Then the coach came out and Kentra
said she had to go. I wished her luck in the game and went
back to find a seat in the student section. Her mom went over
and sat down next to a young guy that was also obviously
family. He was a little younger than Kentra and looked
taller than 6' 6" he looked like an athlete also.

MSU won the game and Kentra had played very well. She scored
a dozen points and had dominated again under the basket.
After the game all the players went into the showers and I
waited for Kentra out in the stands. I seen her mom and the
guy waiting also. I wasn't sure if I should go down and say
hi, but she looked up at me and when she caught my eye she
smiled a warm smile and waved. I waved back and started to
make my way down to them on the floor. I said hello again and
her mom introduced me to J J, Kentra's brother. When she said
to J J, "This is Kentra's friend Genny", J J took my hand,
and shook it, but he looked at me like I was some kind of bug
that needed squashing. His mom asked me how I liked the game
and we talked about that for the few minutes until Kentra
came out.

After just a few minutes of chit chat her mom said that they
were going out to get something to eat and that I would be
more than welcome to join them. I seen the trapped look in
Kentra's eyes saying, "I didn't know they would do this." I
said thanks, but I had some studying to do (On a Saturday?
Pretty lame), but if Kentra wanted to do something later she
should call me.

I was bummed that our Saturday was interrupted, but in
college, there is nothing you can do about parents visits. So
I went back to my room to wait.

It was only about two hours when the phone rang. It was
Kentra, and her mom had just left. She said they went to a
nice restaurant and she only ordered a salad and as soon as
she was finished with that she started saying how tired she
was and how she just wanted to go back to her room and go to
bed. Her poor Mom had probably pictured them spending an
entire day together and here it was just afternoon and she
was heading back to Detroit.

And I was headed across campus to Kentra's dorm. At that time
I had been with five other girls, including Carol (see
earlier story), so I had a vision of what I expected to
happen when I got there. I pictured Kentra as horny as I was
and when I walked through the door she would be more than
ready to push me up against a wall, press her muscular body
against mine, and ravage me. I could almost feel her strong
hands on me, pushing me, and molding me to do her will. Yumm,
I was ready.

When she opened the door I seen an entirely different girl
from that aggressive, dominating basketball player. She had
changed into a soft sweater and slacks. She smiled at me with
a shy smile and I leaned in to her to kiss her. I moved up
close to her and let our lips linger against each other. When
we broke the kiss I moaned and said, "Oh God, I have been
waiting for this for so long."

We kissed again with my head tilted way back and hers bending
down to reach me. I slipped my tongue out to trail across her
lips, when she felt that she opened her mouth and let me
slide in. I reached up and wrapped my arms around her neck so
I could pull my self against her harder.

Her arms were around me but she was just holding me gently
like she was afraid to grab on to anything. When we broke
that kiss I looked up into her dark eyes and we smiled at
each other. I asked her, "What do you want to do?"

She smiled and gave me a shrug and said, "I don't know. I
like doing this."

I answered, "So do I but lets go over and do it on the bed."

With one more peck on the lips we broke our hug and turned to
the bed. I shrugged off my coat and undid my shoes. I tossed
them over in the corner and then undid the belt, the button
and the zipper to my jeans. As I was pulling them down I
looked over to her and she was just standing there looking at
me. I had a sudden panic that I might of played this all
wrong. Our eyes met and I said, "What's wrong?"

In a very small voice she answered, Nothing, I was just
watching you." Then with a little laugh, "My God, you are so
white. Should I get undressed too?"

I smiled back and answered, "Absolutely, I don't want to be
the only naked girl in this bed."

Her hands went to the buttons on her jeans and I watched as
she undid them and then pulled the zipper down. I could see
white panties behind the zipper and was dying to see more.

I kicked my jeans off and pulled my sweatshirt up over my
head. I shook my hair out and was standing there with only a
pair of my best panties on. Her jeans followed mine into the
corner and I could see the muscles in her leg flex when she
gave them a kick. Her sweater came up and over her head and
there she was, standing there in just a sports bra and
underpants.

We both just stood there for a few seconds and looked at each
other. I drank in her size and her color, both very exciting
for me. I traced her muscles with my eyes and shivered
thinking about how she was going to feel against me. I had my
back to the bed and said, "Come over here."

I stood with my feet slightly apart, my hands down at my
side, palms facing her, in a most open and submissive
posture. She came up so close that I could feel her warmth
against me. I tilted my head up and she leaned down to kiss
me again. I closed my eyes and yearned to feel her just push
me back on the bed and take me. Our lips met and her hands
came to my shoulders to hold me. I could feel my heart
beating and with my head right there at her chest I could
hear hers doing the same. When she didn't push me back on the
bed I wrapped my arms around her and held the cheeks of her
ass with both my hands. I pulled her into me and she let me.
I could feel her mound pressing against my belly button, that
was the difference in our height.

We stood kissing, with her hands just resting on my
shoulders. I finally broke the kiss and sat back on the bed.
She stood there until I scooted back and patted the bed next
to me, then she crawled on the bed and up to me. I lay back
and she lay down too, half on me and half on her side. We
kissed again for a few minutes. I kept pushing up against her
and she seemed to be waiting for me to tell her what to do.
When we broke the kiss I told her to take off her bra. She
quickly pulled the sports bra up over her head and I got to
see her breasts for the first time. They were certainly
larger than mine, but on her frame they still seemed small.
They were flawless, half grapefruits and a wonderful dark
brown color with areolas and nipples the color of coal. I
cupped them both in my hands and for a few seconds just
stared at the contrasts of my white hands on her dark tits.
Then I leaned in to take one in my mouth. I licked the nipple
with my tongue and circled it, feeling it grow between my
lips. I think we both moaned at the touch. I nursed at her
right nipple and rolled the left one between my finger and
thumb, gently pulling at it and feeling it spring back to
it's place. As I sucked on her nipple I noticed that she
really wasn't doing anything other than laying there letting
me do what I wanted. So I took her hand and pressed it
against my panties. She began to lightly touch me between the
legs. Letting her fingers slide up and down the wet gusset of
my underwear. I took my mouth off her nipple and turned my
face up to hers. We kissed again and then I told her, "You
can do what ever you want. I won't break."

With that she began to rub her hand against me a little
harder. I started kissing my way down her neck and back to
her sweet nipples as I opened my legs to give her access to
anything she might want, and gave an appreciative moan when
she pressed the material in between my lips.

When I got my mouth back on her chocolate nipple, I started
slowly sliding my hand down her belly. I was trying to tease
her a little but also just running my fingers across her hard
stomach muscles and feeling them under my fingers excited me
a lot. When I got to the band of her panties I hooked my
thumb in them and started to push them down. I could only get
them half over her hips because I just could not reach down
that far. I expected her to help me out a little, but she
just kept rubbing me. Finally I had to abandon her nipple
again and sit up to push her panties the rest of the way
down. I also pushed mine down and kicked them to the foot of
the bed. Now we were both naked. I leaned back a little just
to look at her. She was breathtaking. There was just so much
of her. She filled the bed from head board to foot board. I
slid my hand up her leg and felt again her muscles and
strength. I rested my palm on her pussy. She had about a
quarter inch of black curly pubic hair, trimmed to a good
size triangle. It looked bristly, but it felt like a soft
cushion against my hand. I slid down slightly and pressed my
hands against the inside of her thighs. She seemed shy to
open up at first, but with just a slight delay her legs
spread and I got my first look at her beautiful sex. Her lips
were darker than the rest of her body, almost the color of
her nipples. I reached out my right hand and drug my middle
finger up between her lips. As they parted I got to see the
bright pink inside. It was such a shocking contrast between
the pink of her inner pussy and the dark of her outer lips,
that I just had to slide in two fingers and then spread them
apart to really appreciate the beauty of it.

Kentra gave a low moan as I did that. Her hips gave a little
jerk in my direction, so I pushed the fingers in deeper and
then gave them a little twist. She moaned again and as I
pulled the fingers out I could see that they were covered in
her arousal. I really wanted to push them both into my mouth
and taste her, but I knew she was watching me and I didn't
want to do anything that she might not like. So I slowly
pushed them back in as deep as I could. As I did that I
leaned my face down to within two inches of her pussy. I took
a deep breath and brought her scent into my lungs. I could
feel the heat radiating from her and with each stroke of my
fingers she was getting wetter and wetter. I moved in those
last two inches and touched my lips to hers. I licked a long
cat like lick the length of her lips and felt her shiver and
push against my face, my nose pressed down into her curls and
it felt different from the other girls I had been with. I
thought it felt very sexy. I opened my mouth just slightly
and sucked in her lips until I could taste her juices seeping
into my mouth. I started to gently suck and release her lips
and I could hear her breathing getting more and more ragged.
It had only been about two minutes from the time my lips
touched hers, but she was about to cum. I wanted to drive her
so crazy that she would grab my hair and shove my face up
hard against her slippery sex, but she just lay there,
moaning and panting so softly that if there had been a radio
playing I might of not even known that she was cumming.

My first thought was to start all over again and this time
tease her until she had to force me to finish. But as I
started to lick her again she clamped those legs on my head
and twisted away from me. I looked up and her face was all
flush and her eyes were wide.

I smiled up and said, "I take it you liked that."

Barely able to breath she answered, "Oh Lordy (she used that
expression a lot), that was amazing."

I smiled and planted another kiss on her slippery lips. That
finally brought her hands down on my head, but she pushed me
back a little and said, "No, really no more for right now. I
just couldn't stand it."

I took that as a compliment and moved up her body planting
kisses on those beautiful muscles all the way up to her face.
Before I could kiss her mouth, she took her hand and wiped it
across my face getting most of her sauce off of my lips (some
girls just don't like that), and then we kissed. I pulled
back and looked at her for a few seconds and then asked,
"Kentra, this isn't the first time you have ever done this is
it?"

She was quick to answer, "No. No I have been with two other
girls. But I have never been with a white girl before, and I
have never gotten an orgasm that big before."

I laughed a little and said, "I don't think one has anything
to do with the other. I think it might be that we have just
been building up to this for so long that we are both ready
to explode."

I leaned back down and we kissed again. It was a long loving
kiss that started with just lips, but then I lid my tongue
into her mouth and she pushed hers right back at me. It kept
getting hotter and hotter until I was humping my pussy
against her hip. When we broke the kiss she asked, "What
should I do for you?"

I was hoping that she would take the lead, but I was not
above giving a little direction.

"I want you to do everything to me. I want you to do
everything you have been wanting to do."

With that I rolled over on my back and was praying that I was
about to get the ravishing I had been dreaming about since I
first met this lovely amazon.

She rolled with me so she was partially on top of me now. "I
want to look at you."

With that she moved down to the foot of the bed. I spread my
legs further apart so she was in between them. I propped my
head up on a pillow and watched her. Her eyes were on my
pussy and she was smiling like a kid seeing her presents
under the tree. It must of been a whole minute and she had
not moved a muscle. Just sat there looking at my pussy.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"It's beautiful. Your hair is so red and soft, and your pussy
is so pink. It is very beautiful."

Still she had not moved.

"You can touch it. I want you to touch it, and to do
everything to me."

Her hand came out and she started to pet me. Her hand kept up
a rhythm stroking down from my mons to the top of my lips. It
felt loving and nice, but far from enough to get me off.

I slid my hands down and as I raised up my hips I parted my
lips for her. She quit touching me and again she just looked
at me.

"I want you to eat me. I want you to do all the things I did
to you and more. Make me scream. I want you to be rough with
me and make me cum for you."

I thought that was as plain as I could say it. Finally she
started to move her face towards my pussy. I raised my hips
up and held them there for what seemed like a very long time
before I Finally felt her tongue lick slowly up one of my
lips.

"Oh yes Baby, that's it, eat me. Suck my pussy, make me cum
for you."

With that she finally to get a little aggressive and began to
lick me with long licks across my lips. I still had my hands
down there so I spread myself wider and pushed against her
face. Her tongue slipped inside of me and it felt like a
wonderful slick animal moving about inside my pussy.

"Oh fuck yes. Keep doing that. Make me cum"

I felt her strong hands grab on to my thighs and she pushed
her face even deeper into my now happy pussy. As her tongue
danced around inside me, her upper lip and nose rubbed
against my clit. I added even more pressure and knew I was
only moments from my cum.

"Oh yes Baby, right there. I'm gunna cum. I'm gunna cum. Oh
fuck, I'm cumming. Yes, I'm fucking cumming."

Stars started exploding all around me as my orgasm shot from
my pussy to my brain. Her strong hands were holding on to me
so hard that my feet were up off the bed and my body was just
shaking like a fish. Kentra kept her mouth pressed against my
lips as she eased me back down and was still sucking at my
lips as I started to come out of my orgasm created coma. I
felt wonderful.

I looked down at her between my legs and her big dark eyes
were looking back up to me. I smiled and reached down for
her. She smiled back and started to move up my body. As she
got up close to my face she started to wipe her mouth with
her hand. I grabbed the sides of her face real fast and
pulled her mouth to mine.

I could taste myself on her lips and I have always thought
that was a sexy taste. I sucked at her lips and pulled her
body down on mine. Our tounges wrestled and I could taste
myself strong in her mouth. When I broke the kiss to catch my
breath, I held her tight to me. I felt my heart trying to get
back to a normal beat and both our breathing was starting to
slow. After a minute she started to move her body off of me.
I held her fast and said, "No, don't move. I like you right
there."

She whispered, "I don't want to crush you."

"No. I love the feel of you on top of me. I love your big
body on top of mine."

So she lay there, and I could bask in the feel of her. The
weight of her. The smell of her. I had been fantasizing on
how she would smell all sweaty ever since I had first seen
her play. I pressed my nose against her neck and breathed in
deep, and then again in her hair. I loved that smell.

Finally she did push up a little and propped herself over me
with her elbows. She looked down and we kissed a gentle soft
kiss. She asked, "Did I do alright? I didn't want to hurt
you."

"Oh Kentra, you were wonderful, and I may want you to hurt
me."

I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't
understand that part.

"I love it that you are strong. I think it is very sexy that
you have wonderful muscles. I want to feel your hands on me,
and your strength. I like a little pain during sex. It turns
me on."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I love strong aggressive women. I gotta tell
you, when I watch you out on the court, pushing all the rest
of those girls around, I get so excited I want to shove my
hand down in my jeans and cum."

We kissed again and then rested for a little while, just
holding each other. Eventually little kisses started to fan
the flames again and before long I had my happy face right
back between her thighs. This time I did tease her and keep
her at the very edge of orgasm for as long as I could. Her
fingers did eventually find their way into my hair to pull my
face against her sex as she humped herself to a wonderful
orgasm. Again she wiped my face for me before she would kiss
me, so after that I made sure she could see me wipe it off
myself. I didn't want her to feel bad about it.

Turn around was fair and she did go down on me and she did
get me off, but it was still in a very gentle, almost timid
way. When her hands were on my breasts and she would give
them a little squeeze, I would moan, "Harder." She either
didn't get it or just couldn't bring herself to do it, so the
most I got was a soft loving breast massage.

I went back to my room late that night but was back at her
place by noon on Sunday. We went out for lunch and held hands
and snuck little caresses while we walked and while we ate.
We were both horny by the time we got back to her room. We
started undressing each other just as we got the door closed.
I pulled her coat off and then pulled her sweatshirt up and
over her head. She only had a tee shirt under that and I
whipped that up and over her head very quickly. I undid her
jeans and pushed them down over her hips. Then I started to
rip off my own clothes. Kentra was bending down pulling her
foot out of the last leg of her jeans when I pushed her from
behind and she flopped over on the bed. I laughed and jumped
on top of her. I started tickling her and tried to hold her
hands. She was laughing and wiggling around under me and
without much effort at all flipped me over so that I was on
the bottom. I was thinking, "Oh good, now I'm going to get
it.", but she just rolled off me and lay next to me on the
bed. I attacked again, tickling her sides and then up to
pinch her tits and nipples. Her hands grabbed mine and forced
them up and over my head. I relaxed and when she let go of
them I left them up there making me vulnerable to anything
she might want to do. She didn't do anything.

I sighed and brought my hands back down to my sides. I rolled
over to her and asked her if she was ok. She said, "I'm
fine." But it was in that way that lets you know that it is
anything but fine. I cuddled up to her and asked again,
"Really, I want to know, something is bothering you. Tell me
what it is."

After a little silence she turned to me and said, "I don't
like it like that."

"Like what?"

"Rough like that. I don't like it like that. That's the way
boys do it. I don't want to wrestle. I get plenty of that
when I am playing ball."

Now I was the one that was quiet.

"Do you understand what I am saying? I like it soft and the
way girls do it."

"Some girls do like it rough."

"I know, and I know you thought I was a big tough black girl
from Detroit, but I'm not."

She was laying on her back, when I looked over at her a tear
ran down the side of her face. My heart absolutely broke. I
felt like such an ass. Like I was the bully, making her do
things she didn't want to do. I moved over to her and kissed
the trail of the tear. I whispered in her ear that I was
sorry, and that I didn't mean to make her do things she
wasn't comfortable doing, that I thought that was what she
wanted. She just shook her head as more tears slid down her
cheeks and I felt even more like a louse. I kissed each tear
as softly as I could and said, "I'm sorry", about a hundred
times.

Eventually we did make love again. It was soft and loving and
satisfying, but every time I felt myself really getting
excited, I felt like I had to hold back. It was very strange
to me. It was the first time I could not change to fit what a
lover wanted me to be. In every other relationship I was more
than happy to do what ever they had wanted me to do or to let
them do to me anything that they wished. This was the first
time that I was responsible to set the limits, and I found it
more than I could do.

Kentra and I only made love twice more after that day and
both times we were sadder after making love than before.
Finally we decided that we should just remain friends, not
lovers. But after a while we discovered that we didn't have
much to base our friendship on either. I don't think we ever
shared a cross word, but we just drifted on like you
sometimes do in college when there is so much else going on.
We would wave when we seen each other on campus, and she once
introduced me to a girl that she called her friend, but was
obvious there was something much more going on. I was happy
for her, and we both just moved on.

So that is my story about Kentra and my love affair. I didn't
realize it then, but later I came to the conclusion that we
were both submissives and it was probably doomed from the
start. I hope you liked it. As always if you want to write I
would love to hear from you. And I ALWAYS write back.

Genny