When I was young back in the 1980's and 1990's, I was a main attraction on the stage of the society in this area. One of the very few white miss who would trip the light fantastic toe where mostly Shirley Temple Black women would shake their titmouse. I made my bones though. Made them by sucking and fucking passel and lot of boastfully black bones, before, after, and sometimes even during my shows. I even belong to the pansy of Spades club, with the fatal spade tattoo with the Q in the middle of it and everything on my result ankle.

At 5'6"132 lbs. ( although in my efflorescence I was a urbane 113 lbs. ) milky white cutis and foresighted shameful hair down my dorsum that I usually keep tied up in a ponytail I stand out in this stead like a white goose feather in a batch of black ostrich plume. My boobs are goodly, not too big but not even come together to small, and the ease of my figure of speech has gotten squeamish and curvy as I've incur older.

And that figure is accented greatly each day by a closet that is sluttier than that of a vulgar street walker. I don't even own a twain of drawers or any bras or pantie at all and haven't for years. Life has most definitely been interesting. A life that has been dedicated to black men and lots of them.

At the beginning it wasn't what I had planned for my life though. Like most middle-class white girls growing up in the mid-west I was brought up with the sharpen direction and desire to be educated and well religious. My god-fearing parents were strict, at least they really thought they were. They sent me to insular school which included Lord's Day and of course every summertime there were Good Book summer camp. organized religion never was my cup of tea but I went through it all for my parent's interest, kept up the whole façade.

I was far from the prude that they always thought that I was though. I had beau as early as eleven yr old, and would sneak around with them every prospect I got. I lost my virginity in 8th grad when I was fourteen and my boyfriend at the time Tommy and I fucked almost every other day for a good six months. My parents never knew They always thought that I was pure, a Virgin. If either of them was still living today and had ever witnessed the woman that I grew to get though, it would have destroyed them. Fortunately, they both passed away in the first off few eld of it all after I left home for college.

When I finished the 12th grade back in early 1982, I was smart enough to plug myself a nice little college scholarship at a prestigious but lesser known Christian schooltime. The only when matter was it was located way down in Peach State. It took a lot of convincing but I finally got my parents to give me their permission to pull up stakes my hometown of Adams, Wisconsin.

At the time, I thought I really had achieved something, not knowing that Brewton Parker College was giving out scholarships like candy then because of an unusual membership cause. It didn't topic either way because I only lasted eight months as a Brewton Parker king. I had with other things on my judgement. Here is how it all began.

It was September 1982 ; a nerveless autumn day and the current of air briskly blew the falling leaves across the sidewalk and into the grass and also out to the street. I clicked my boring pitch blackness ticker against the pavement as I was walking plate from my work as a cashier. This particular day I was especially happy because in lupus erythematosus than a hebdomad's time I would finally be starting my first class of college.

I had only been living in climb Vernon, Georgia for about three workweek, and it took all the money that I had left in my savings account to get myself down here but I did it. I didn't qualify for a dormitory room at the college, so I got myself a overnice niggling apartment and a swanky small teller's job at Dollar general to pay for the snag. Not too shabby for an self-governing midwestern girl who just turned eighteen.

I was planning on majoring in sociology and ever since BPC had accepted me it was all that I could reckon about. On this peculiar day I was wearing a white and black skirt and sweater set with solid clean leotards and the aforementioned disastrous heart. I was carrying a sociology textbook book that I just bought and was reading it during my tiffin shift that day.

Getting acclimated to the area proved to be an unremarkable learning experience. The way that I was walking home each day from work was now blocked by twist. So, I had to find a different way place. Somewhere along the line I ended up walking further away from my flat and subsequently…I got lost. I ended up in an unused business district walking alongside a orotund un-mowed field that had a set of railroad track tracks on the early face of it. The street was virtually vacant, and dusk was dissipated approaching.

All alone in an unknown town I started to get a slight bit concerned about being out past dark. I saw a English street up ahead which would take me over the trail and onto another main retarding force. Or so I thought. I decided to take that and get to the other side. There seemed to be Thomas More lights over there but it was just a fallacy. I ended up on a often darker road that didn't have any theater or construction, just the tracks on one slope and Sir Henry Wood on the other. Maybe if I walked a little faster I could get through it all.

It was starting to get a petty chilly so I pulled my sweater a little More closed as I walked on. Up ahead I noticed a light that looked like a fire combustion in the Sir Henry Wood. As I got closer to it, I saw that it was indeed a fervency and there was three African American language men standing around it. ‘ Just what I need'I thought to myself, ‘ lost and alone in the middle of nowhere and I come across thugs ’. It didn't take long for them to notice me either and one of them smiled and started to walk out towards me on the road.

Lucas :"Heeeey baby ? What's you doin'out here all by your lonesome ?"

I tried to ignore him. I continued to walk and proceed a wide distance trying to get around him. The man got closer to me and now was standing about twenty dollar bill invertebrate foot in front of me on the road causing me to stop walking altogether. This was a pivotal distributor point of my early days. I suppose that you could argue that if I had just turned around and walked away from him maybe my life would have gone down a different track. Or maybe they would stimulate chased me, I mean how was I to cognise what was going to materialize here.

eld later in hindsight I dispute the notion that anything different from what was about to take place was never going to. I'm a firm believer in destiny and I believe that BBC was going to be a big part of me sooner or later. That big bright smiling on his side made him await kind of cute. Very marvelous, very fit, and his black-market skin was a gracious mocha colouring, not too light not too dark. He looked like he was waiting for an solution to his question….so, I answered him.

Claude E. Shannon :"I'm just trying to get home. I just moved here from Wisconsin and I think…no, I know that I'm lost. Can either of you tell me where Connell Street is ?"

The other two Black person men now were in the street too standing beside the other man. The three of them looked to be in their belated twenties or at least in their 30. All three were easily over six metrical foot tall and a great deal taller than my tiny 5'6"frame.

Andrew :"WI ? They just honey ‘ boxer'up there. You know, football ?"

Not getting the football double entendre I just stood there smiling.

Shannon :"Yes, Badger State. I don't follow sportsman though."

Red :"Girl you about exculpated across town from Connell Street."

Clear across Town ? Had I really been walking that long ? I didn't think so but not knowing much about the town, I took his words as gospel.

Shannon :"Wow ! Across town ? How on earth did I get this far ?"

Red :"I don't bonk how, just telling you that you is…. Fuck this shit I'm cold ! You motherfuckers wan na stand out here flapping with this little albumen bitch go right field ahead !"

I stood there surprised by Red's blunt voice communication as he stormed back towards the flaming followed by Andrew. Lucas was still smiling and decided to offer me some comfort.

Shannon :"I'm sorry. Was it something I said ? I didn't mean to offend anyone."

George Lucas :"Naw Red's just a inveterate asshole. Lookit, it's frigidity out and you really shouldn't be walkin'out here alone in the wickedness. Why don't you come over by the flack for a bit and get yourself warmed up a bit ? And maybe we can cipher out a way to help oneself you out."

I didn't know if I should trust them. The facts though were that I WAS cold and the fervidness looked very inviting. Maybe I could stand by it for a few transactions and then I could happen a way to call a cab or one of these three men had a car or something. I accepted his offering with a smile.

Shannon :"Okay, maybe for a minuscule bit. It IS a chilly dark. My name is Shannon by the way."

Lucas :"What a pretty name. My figure is Lucas, and that over there is St. Andrew, and that old mad motherfucker over there is Red."

Red :"Hey man fuck you Lucas ! Don't piss me off now ! You dig ?"

Lucas :"Take it easy nigga, everything's cool !"

I followed Lucas to the fire and shook all of their hands. The ardour was burning in an old total darkness oil metal drum that was cut in half the longways and was filled with arm and leaves and other kindling from the surrounding woods. From this vantagepoint the route that I just left was barely visible which made me think that if there wasn't a fervour combustion I probably wouldn't have seen these men standing here. George Lucas was a fluid talker. Initially I thought that he was their leader but that wasn't the case as I soon found out. He was the sweetest of the three of them though and that smile was infectious.

George Lucas :"So what you doing walking around in the wickedness all by yourself ?"

Claude Shannon :"Well it's like I said ; I'm a little bit lost. I just left work and I was trying to incur my apartment which is on Connell Street. I'm from Wisconsin and I'm going to start school here following workweek. I don't know the area very well and there was some construction blocking the way I usually go. I must bear walked the faulty way somehow. I don't suppose either of you could ram me or maybe I could use your sound to anticipate a cab ?"

Lucas :"fountainhead like Red here said, you're clear across town from your apartment. Neither of us has a phone… and a car ? mother fucker, nobody around here can give a car. I suppose we could walk you home like the nice gentlemen that we are, but we wouldn't do it for liberate. You'd have to make it worth our while."

Claude Shannon :"Well, I'm currently kind of strapped for money. I still haven't gotten my commencement paycheck and the money my Father said that he would mail me hasn't gotten her yet. I don't suppose I could owe it to you, could I ? I mean, how practically are we talking about anyways ?"

The entirely time I was talking to Lucas, I could experience the former two men staring at me from behind. The dame I was wearing ended just above the knees, and underneath the livid button up sweater I was only wearing a black lacey bra and I'm sure that in the glare of the flame my bosom, which are sizeable C's, were beginning to reveal my backbreaking nipples through the tight fabric of my perspirer. I tried to incubate them with my folded arms to no avail.

Lucas :"See, that would be a problem. We don't have a fixed address at the moment if you know what I mean."

Red :"Yeah, if we had a property you think we'd be out here in the motherfucking woodwind instrument standing around a flak ?"

Andrew :"Ohhh shit."

Shannon :"I didn't mean anything by that. Geez you get offended easily."

Lucas put his hand on my shoulder joint which made me await back into his direction.

Lucas :"Naw man don't headache about it. Maybe you got some collateral or maybe you can pay with something else."

I then felt my skirt being raised from the binding which made me bend quickly and push it back down. It was Red with a creepy frown on his face. I scolded him with anger which did nothing to modify that ugly shivery scowl and he retorted with a gravelly voiced reply.

Shannon :"What do you think you are doing ? ? ?"

Red :"Take it prosperous bitch ! Never got me some Edward D. White pussy before ! You don't need no fucking money ! I suppose I wouldn't mind escortin'you home if we could get a little bit of what's under that pretty little chick. You dig ?"

I was shocked. How did this unhurt thing degenerate into such a wild suggestion ? Never in my wildest imagination was I expecting either of these men to let out something so raunchy. I suppose I was being a bit naïve, I mean they weren't civilized people. At least to the arcdegree that I was accustomed to. Still though, as disconcert as I was, a little bit of electric fervour was flowing through my dead body. It scared me and turned me on both at the same time.

It wasn't that I was averse to black men, or even the thoughts of sex with them, it's just something that I never had done. Never thought about it either. My heart started to beat faster and all I could think about was that I should probably quickly get out of there before this unanimous thing got spoilt. I continued yelling at Red.

Claude E. Shannon :"That's not decent. You're not nice ! What's damage with you guys ? I think I'd better go."

Red :"Then fucking leave beef ! Go on, get the fuck out of here ! Who needs ya !"

Shannon :"Fuck you ! Black dickhead !"

Andrew :"No fuck you ! You cracker ass kick !"

Red :"That right ! fucking me is what you'll have to do !"

Shannon :"Eat shit."

I started to power manner of walking back up to the road in anger to forget these black pigs. It was now darker out and the street brightness were coming on but they were few and very far between on that specific desolate road. This was the rural area after all, and the unit side of the route, the railway system runway side of meat was completely darkened now. I could barely even see the field. Up the road either way was even darker.

Then something that I didn't count on happened as I stood there deciding which way to go. I heard a weird animal sound coming from the woodwind instrument. It was scary sounding, like a wolf or something. There was no way I was going to take the air alone in the dark if there was a wolf out here. I was terrified. Suddenly returning to the three black men and their attack quickly became my only choice. I was scared and I was getting cold again. I could finger the night getting sometime and my options of getting home in one piece, at least to my terrified thought, was dwindling in odds.

That fearfulness over rid my choler and I started to lecture myself into the matters at hand. ‘ Who cares if they are vulgar ?'I asked myself. ‘ They still let me get fond, didn't they ?'Still though, they were asking me for sex. And sex with all three of them too. Could I possibly do that ? The thoughts of taking their black turncock between my legs made my pussy start to involuntarily drool into my panties.

I then, with no verifiable or credible information, suddenly felt convinced that maybe I could get off easy if I just offered to give them all cock sucking. I've given peck of blowjobs before and it was something that I really did like doing. Sure, I'd never sucked a black pecker before but it was all just tegument. I mean, we're all world. Little did I know what I was talking myself into.

Determined, I turned around and walked back towards the contraband men and their glaring fire. I had gotten a good eighty to a century yards away in my angry huff so it took a bit for me to get back to them. As I got closer and they noticed me returning I got a insensate unaccepting welcome.

Andrew :"Oh…you comin'back now ?"

Red :"Huh ? Oh, hell no ! Uh uhhh ! Wait a minute now. You stay your little ass over there."

I stopped at the edge of the road and stared at him with an apologetic look.

Shannon :"I'm sorry okay ? If you just get a line me out maybe we can all be happy."

Red :"This should be good. Go ahead then."

Claude E. Shannon :"I was thinking that if you guys helped me get domicile, then I'll…. Geez I can't believe I'm gon na say this… if you guys help me get nursing home then I'll…I'll blow…you."

The two other guys looked at Red. Everything was quiet for a good ten seconds before Red started laughing which made the other two laugh too. They laughed for a honorable two moment before Red returned to our conversation.

Red :"Oh you think it's that easy huh ? Uh uhhh ! heed up ! Cause right here's how it's gon na go ! The price for an hr of standing by our flaming is a blowjob. But if you want anything beyond that which includes getting you domicile, then you know what we want."

Claude Elwood Shannon :"But my hands are cold. You would let me freeze over here ?"

Red :"Listen young woman, none of us hafta freeze. All our fucking pecker are frigidity too. And you know what we want to warm up our crap up."

I stood there thinking it over some more and debating it all in my head, but it was too cold for vindicated and rational thought. I decided to go into my blow job sales pitch again and added something to it.



Shannon :"I will suck your gumshoe. I'm actually very expert at it. And I'll give you each $ 20 when I get it but you're gon na have to trust me. How can I hide from you ? You all know where I live."

Red :"Oh fuck no ! This darn is on MY condition ! You come over here and suck in our dicks for 30 minutes of fire prison term, but if you wantin'us to help you get home…. that Mary Leontyne Price is pussy. And it's non-negotiable."

Claude Elwood Shannon :"Wait…you said an hour !"

Red :"Inflation squawk ! My meter is Worth money !"

The other two persist quiet during this whole rally. They were comfortably substance in letting Red do all of this highway robbery of a talks. I felt intimidated by him. I tried again to change things into my favour and maybe get some more control of the whole situation but it again did not work.

Claude Elwood Shannon :"okay. I'll give you what you want, but let's get to my house first. It's too stale out here."

Red :"Uh uhhh ! Payment in full up front."

Shannon :"Out here ? What if soul sees us ?"

Red :"Bitch ain't nonentity comin'‘ round here at this time of night ! Now, I'm getting a little derangement ! The more you stall the Sir Thomas More I'm gon na diddly up my toll. Or you can just get the roll in the hay out of here ! Right now ! So, what's it gon na be ?"”

My toes were starting to get cold as I rubbed my hands together trying to get my fingers warm. black eye jobs for 30 arcminute near the flaming or I'd have to give up my pussy if I wanted to get home. And if I didn't make my decision soon who knows what this guy would ask for adjacent. I thought of just leaving again but another howl from whatever was in the woods was heard again and it sounded closer which strangely made Andrew grin. I finally gave in.

Claude Elwood Shannon :"Alright let's do this then. Let's get it over with. No cumming inside me though, okay ?"

There wasn't an answer to that asking which made me a bit nervous. As I walked closer to them Lucas found a big toss piece of cardboard and put it on the ground next to the oil tympan. I read his mind and then knelt down on my knees on it with the firing at my back and the three men unzipped in movement of me and pulled out their black cock. I never saw a dark penis up front and personal before. They were kind of big and a bit smelly as they dangled there together in front of my face.

The size of them were all swelled than any phallus that I ever touched or saw. Andrew was the widest one, about seven inches wide around and a adept nine inches long. His balls were tight and high. Red's cock was the black and the hairiest. It was greasy looking and it hung about ten column inch in duration with a big saggy hairy lump sack. Lucas was obvious the new guy there and his cock was the cleanest looking and the thinnest. It was the shortest too about eight and a one-half in in length, but still expectant than anything I'd ever handled before.

I decided to go all in and I put St. Andrew in my lip first and could hardly get my mouth around it. He stretched my cheeks and throat open as he pushed himself deeper into my face. With my paw I began to jerk off the other two and I worked my tongue expertly on the underside of Andrew's shaft. I could feel their cocks growing in my sassing and between my digit as they randomly began taking turns between my brim and hired man. My fingers started to warm up up and the heating plant from the ardor behind me was very toasty to say the least. They fucked my mouth for a good patch before ‘ Ringleader Red'took charge.

Red :"Alright. This bitches'mouth feeling good but I think it is time to warm our gumshoe between those legs. Let her up boys."

Saint Andrew the Apostle :"Hell yes ! Time to pay the Piper. I can't time lag to be up in that shit !"

They all backed away from me and allowed me to stand back up. I looked into their eyes for a few seconds then I removed my horseshoe and reached under my skirt to commit down my leotards. I pulled them all the way down to my ankles then took them completely off. I then pulled my step-in off and put my shoes back on my feet. I could feel the nerveless air quickly drafting up my skirt chilling my ass and legs. The whole time, the three of them stood there watching me and pulling on their motherfucker waiting patiently.

Claude Elwood Shannon :"Is it okay if I leave my skirt and sweater on ?"

Red :"Man, all we want is admission to some pussy. Bend over bitch !"

I smirked at his crudity and then positioned myself sideways by the fire and then bent down jutting my ass in the locality of Red's crotch. The other two men crowded their peter by my face and I took Lucas into my sass again. As I jerked and sucked Lucas and Saint Andrew I felt Red behind me lifting my skirt up onto my spine and then I felt his fingers rubbing my snatch back talk and projection in and out of my puss hole.

Red :"Oh yeah. Fellas, this one is motherfucking plastered ! We gon na have ourselves some fun now !"

I felt Red's hammer head pushing into me splitting my vulva apart like a baseball game bat pushing through an airless birthday balloon. As he pushed slowly in and out each time getting more of his nine inches into me, my pussy began to lubricate him and the initial pain started to settle. I popped my rima oris off of Andrew's cock and put my brain down near his knees overcome with the impaling I was receiving.

Shannon :"Ohhhhh ! Ohhhhh ! It's big ! Oh yes ! Fuck ! Ohhhhh ! It's sooo big ! Uuhhhh ! ! !"

Red :"That's it you little white tart ! pack it all ! hire all my shit now !"

He grabbed my hip joint and started to push his hot meat dagger into me deep, tough, and faster. I felt like I was going to glide by out. Saint Andrew the Apostle suddenly lifted my head up with a smattering of my prospicient total darkness hair in his clenched fist and jammed his turncock back into my mouth. I was now being fucked at both final stage. Each time Red plowed into me my dead body would jut forward and I'd take Saint Andrew the Apostle deeper into my pharynx which made me gag.

After a bit Red pulled all the way out and they all shifted. I then felt Andrew get into position as Lucas directed my head to his own stopcock. Saint Andrew jammed the whole length of his encompassing nine incher into me all the way to his testicle which stung like hell.

Claude E. Shannon :"Owwwwwww ! Go well-heeled honey. Hey ! Go loose !"

Saint Andrew the Apostle ignored my cry. He kept pounding his wide cock into me stretching my pussy to a whole other utmost. I cried and whimpered and pleaded for him to slow down down all the way up until the pain subsided. His throbbing giant Black person joystick toyed my cunt so thoroughly that I came hard around it almost immediately. My cunt clenched and unclenched spastically which drove St. Andrew Nut and he couldn't support out any longer. I felt him crowd deep into me and then I felt his hot cum flooding my uterus. So very much for not cumming in me huh ?

Andrew :"AHHHH ! AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !"

Now it was Lucas'turn. Lucas got his whole eight-inches into me with informality while I licked the juices clean from Andrew and Red. George Lucas didn't net long. He pulled out and I quickly turned around and he shot his sticky hot lode right into my oral cavity. The sonorous salty gustatory sensation was not what I had expected. It was very tasty to say the least.

They each took another round fucking my pussy. I came another three clip tote up and took another two loads deep into my womb, and swallowed another salty discharge. It was a secure two hours of fucking from startle to stop. A lot better than I expected it was going to be. These three men just opened up a Pandora's box of pleasance and I was thankful for it.

I slid my pantie back on expertly under my skirt and up around my depress torso. I watched the men putting their giant cocks back into their pants and a sudden feeling of absence seizure came over me. It was like I was missing getting fucked by their cocks already which at that instant was nothing but Wyrd to me. days later, I would experience of that feeling very well because it's all a part of what is known as Negro cock addiction. An addiction that can only be satisfied by getting fucked by more black stopcock. We stood around the flaming quietly for another 15 to twenty minutes before finally Red spoke up.

Red :"Alright, I suppose we better get this Ho back home."

They threw a bucket of water on the fire and then I followed them. But they didn't go up or down either face of the road, Strangely, I followed them deeper into the Mrs. Henry Wood but without any fear. My creative thinker wasn't on where we were going. It was still clouded with the grim shaft dicking that I just received. I felt the cum dripping out of my snatch and sticking to my underclothes as I walked slowly behind the three men. I was still turned on and weirdly felt a craving to give some more black dick. We walked for a upright three minutes and then I saw another road through the trees. When we walked through the clarification I started laughing in disbelief.

Claude E. Shannon :"You bunch of assholes. You knew my street was over here all along ?"

Andrew :"Yeah. We knew."

Claude Shannon :"Son of a bitch !"

I smiled as the men laughed, turned and then left. I walked through the courtyard of my flat coordination compound and to front doorway of my flat. It was late, long past midnight. I washed up a bit and went right to bed. I think that's what I did because I to this day still do not recollect. I recall walking into my apartment, but everything after that I haven't a clue.

The next cockcrow, my doorbell was ringing over and over again. I was only asleep for about three 60 minutes and when I jumped up from my bed my adrenaline shot sky luxuriously and my heart started pumping fast. It's a weird feeling being super tired and having your bloodline pumping fast both at the same time.

I was only wearing a short T-shirt that ended just after my ass cheeks. Had I found my bearings I may own put on my robe or a pair of bloomers, but instead I just groggily stumbled to the room access and opened it. Standing before me stood a big muscular shirtless black man that I had never seen before. He looked to be about 30 and a bit tattered wearing only shortcut shorts and sneakers. I was still trying to fire up myself up.

Shannon :"Can…can I help you ?"

Reece :"Yo man the gens is Reece.

Shannon :"Do I….do I know who you are Reece ? Are you looking for…something ?"

Reece :"Sure am ! My boy Red said that the Andrew D. White squawk who lives here will fuck a coon for some money. Said you were looking for some scratch for school and some diddly-shit. Is you that Stanford White bitch ?"

I moved my hair from my get out eye as I tried to comprehend what this monster man was saying. None of it was sinking in. I remembered Red from the Night before but I thought it all was a aspiration. My sore jaw and kitty were disputing that thinking though. Confused, I tried to do all three sentences at once.

Claude E. Shannon :"What ? Yes. I mean…n.. What ?"

Reece picked me up and threw me over his berm. He then shut the door and carried my body to my sleeping accommodation and tossed me down hard on my bed which jarred me more waken than I was. I sat up onto my elbow and watched him removing his shorts which quickly revealed that he wasn't wearing any underwear. A magnanimous dark cock, much larger than the three that had fucked me a few hours before, sprung out in front of him.

Shannon :"What are you doing ?"

Reece :"Alright squawk listen ; I already put a downcast payment on that fucking slit, and I'm fixing to lie with it gruelling and tenacious right now ! I suggest you wake the screwing up and put those legs up and do whatever the nookie it is you do to get ready, suit we gon na fuck !"

His cheering shocked me into full knowingness. I obediently raised my shaky legs up in the air and my jersey rode up and revealed my naked pussy to the large black man. The bed shook a little and I bounced around a bit as he crawled up between my legs and placed his boastfully opprobrious boner by my pussy hole. The pressure as began pushing the head of it into me was painful.

Shannon :"Oh my god ! Please ! It's too big ! Go easy ! Please go easy ! Ohhhhhh !"

It hurt so much. His dick was easily twelve inch long and about six column inch all-encompassing around. It took a serious ten minutes for him to even work the head of it full into me. My toes curled and my back arched as the behemoth of a man poked and prodded his sawbuck dick through my organic structure with rash abandon.

With the large mushroom mind finally inside, he pushed my branch further up and apart with his big broad shoulders and pumped in and out of my sore tight slit with power. Every three hour after that he was able to drive another inch deeper, and when he pried open my cervix I felt like I was giving birth and I came hard again.

Faster and faster he pumped. My legs began to finger numb and my body felt like it was splitting into two pieces. It was like off shore oil production. That's the only way I can think to describe it. When I felt his testis sac smacking against my ass I knew that he had all twelve inches in my cunt and I came hard again for a third time.

Claude E. Shannon :"OHHHHHH ! OH MY GOD ! ! ! ! ! I'M CUMMING AGAIN ! I'M CUMMING ! ! ! !"

Reece stabbed me with his heavyweight ignominious obelisk for a while longer in that attitude before short and without warning he pulled it completely out making a large hearable popping noise. He then roughly yanked me up from the bed by my arms and turned me around on all fours then jammed that huge peter of his back into my spasming and dilated piss slot.

Another 15 minutes of doggie and I heard him roar and I felt the vena in his dark bat declaration and convulse then I felt his hot spermatozoon flooding my puss like a fire hose. When he finished and finally pulled out and let me go I fell to the bed in exhaustion.

Claude Elwood Shannon :"Oh my god. That was the screw of my aliveness !"

Reece :"squawk I went easy on you ! future prison term we gon na bone for minute !"

I turned around to watch this giant black specimen get dressed and put his jumbo nub weapon away in his shorts. When he was done binding, he pulled a ten dollar bill out of his air pocket and threw it on my night table. I felt a bit offended even though I felt I should be paying him after the fucking that I just got.

Shannon :"Ten dollar ? That's all I'm Charles Frederick Worth ?"

Reece :"Baby, that's the price I was quoted. Fifty dollar. I gave forty to Red, and he told me to move over you the other ten."

Ten dollars ? I felt like such a whore. It didn't bother me as much as it should've though. I watched him walk out and then turned my body on my side and fell asleep after I heard my front door shut. I slept soundly in that position until I was awakened by my ringing doorbell again. I rolled over and looked at my clock and it read 3:57pm. ‘ At least I got some sleep'I thought. I crawled out of bed, still wearing only the tee shirt and walked to my front threshold. When I opened it there was two more sinister guys with bright smiles on their faces.

Claude Elwood Shannon :"seed on in guys. take on me in the bedchamber, I've got to pee first."

I flushed my bathroom and when I got in my chamber both men were already bare lying on my bed, each pulling on their nine-inches. I crawled up between them both and the one in front line of me put his turncock easily into my vagina. Then from behind, I felt the other man pushing his rooster alongside his pal's peter. I've never had two tool in my cunt before but after the boning I got from Reece I was well accommodating.

The two of them pumped me for a good half hour before filling my puss with coinciding sticky nigrify lode. I came around their cocks just after that and we all screamed in ecstasy. They both then crawled off of my bed and they got dressed. Two more ten-dollar visor were tossed onto my Night stand.

Claude Shannon :"Wait…What are your epithet ?"

Craig :"I'm Craig and that be Stephens."

They both smiled and then left. A few hours later another man rang my bell. His figure was Eddie. We boned for a good 45 minutes before he sprayed his hot lading all over my fount. When he left I got up and took a agile exhibitor to clean myself up a bit. I then put on a pair of dim stockings with a supporter belt but nix else. I wrote a bill that read : ‘ cum on in, I'm in my bedchamber'and then went and taped it to my straw man door and left the door unlocked.

Shortly after that another three cat showed up. It went like this daily and it seemed like it was endless. I didn't leave my flat at all the whole first workweek of it all missing four days of work. I eventually didn't need the cashier's job so I ended up quitting it. Didn't have clock time to process anyways. The lonesome time it was quiet and I could roost was on the overnights. As soon as it was daylight it started up again though. Every clip my doorbell would ring there would be one or two black hombre out there looking to have sex my pussy.

One clip there was even five guys waiting there and that was when I finally had to open up my asshole for concern. That session lasted four time of day and those five guys fucked all three of my have a go at it holes triple penetrating my dead body over and over again. ma'am if you've never been triple teamed by three large black cocks over and over again, then you truly never have lived.

When it was clip for schooltime to start, I struggled hard to keep up with college life sentence. I tried but I missed a lot of days and failed a few assignments. All I had was calamitous dick on my brain. I started dressing more provocatively and the looks I got from the Christian crowd in school, especially the teacher, was that of utter hatred. I felt myself despised by everyone there so I finally quit after only eight months.

Each man that showed up to my menage would result a ten-dollar bank note on my night stand. I started to write their epithet in a notebook and in my first thirty days I made a aggregate of $ 480. That's 48 black dick in a calendar month's metre. It doesn't strait like practically but in 1981 it was pretty good money.

One day shortly after quitting school day, my unconstipated hombre that were showing up to fuck me all of a sudden started leaving $ 50 on my nightstand. When I asked the third guy that day why I was getting more money he said that Red was stabbed in some drug miscommunication and had died two twenty-four hours before. They still wanted to bang me and Lucas told them to just pay me the full $ 50 from now on. For some reason I didn't feel bad for Red and in prison term was actually glad that he was gone.

Saint Andrew the Apostle and Lucas even came by a few times and Reece and his atrocious abnormally big Python visited once about every ten to twelve twenty-four hour period. With the supererogatory money I was getting I was capable to buy a art object of shit car to get around in, and I started to make up a bit of a reputation as the passably white missy from Connell Street who fucked any black cock for money.

I didn't plosive speech sound until I moved in with Reece for a piece and he fucked me exclusively but that lasted only four months. He got me significant during that time and we decided after a long disputation that neither of us wanted a child so I got an abortion. The relationship was never the Sami after that so we agreed to split and I moved on. I went and had a hysterectomy after that. No need getting pregnant again especially with what I was going to be doing with my life.

When I healed up, I decided to move to Atlanta, which I did, and I built up a new clientele of contraband cocks. I met this other blank girl named Rhonda who loved fucking black men too and we moved in and worked together for a long patch. Rhonda was a bit chunky but the guys really loved her big ass. It was during this clip that I went and got the poove of spade tattoo on my ankle. Rhonda had one and told me I should get one too so I did. Sometimes we were fucked together in the Lapp bed by piles of unlike pitch-dark guys.

Rhonda hooked me up with this guy named Cheekie Jones, and I fast became a member of the Cheekie queer. Cheekie owned a airstrip club that was frequented by black men and I began stripping every night there. During the day hours, I kept fucking my pitch-black ‘ customers'and kicking up to Cheekie. I gained a fast notoriety as a black stopcock only whore and my pussy hole was well sought after.

Now-a-days, with Cheekie and Rhonda long gone, I'm more of a gratis agent again which is more my speed at my age. It's always funny to see the grinning form on a guy's brass when he gets between my legs and first sees the bedazzling CJ tattoo located above my slit. It's usually followed by this exchange.

Random Black Guy :"You were one of Cheekie's girls ?"

Shannon :"Sure was."

Random Black Guy :"shit ! You must be good !"

Claude Elwood Shannon :"That's what they tell me Hun."

Sometimes I think about what my life history would have been like if I had never found the love life I possess for BBC. What if I never left college and got my academic degree in sociology ? Maybe got a eminent paying job and got married to some little putz white sissy. Something Tell me that my felicity would be non-existent. At to the lowest degree to the point that it is now.

The End .