When I was immature back in the 1980's and 1990's, I was a main attraction on the stages of the society in this country. One of the very few white daughter who would dance where mostly mordant cleaning woman would shake their tit. I made my bones though. Made them by sucking and fucking mountain and stacks of large black bone, before, after, and sometimes even during my shows. I even belong to the Queen of Spades club, with the black jigaboo tattoo with the Q in the middle of it and everything on my left ankle.

At 5'6"132 lbs. ( although in my bloom I was a svelte 113 lbs. ) milky white tegument and long contraband hair down my backbone that I usually keep tied up in a ponytail I stand out in this place like a Edward Douglas White Jr. goose feather in a pile of black ostrich plumes. My dope are sizeable, not too big but not even close to pocket-size, and the sleep of my figure has gotten overnice and well-endowed as I've gravel older.

And that bod is accented greatly each day by a wardrobe that is sluttier than that of a common street footer. I don't even own a pair of pants or any bras or panties at all and haven't for years. spirit has nigh definitely been interesting. A lifespan that has been dedicated to fateful men and wads of them.

At the beginning it wasn't what I had planned for my lifetime though. Like most middle-class Stanford White girls growing up in the mid-west I was brought up with the center direction and desire to be educated and well religious. My god-fearing parents were strict, at to the lowest degree they really thought they were. They sent me to parochial school which included Sundays and of course of action every summertime there were bible camps. faith never was my cup of tea but I went through it all for my parent's sake, kept up the whole façade.

I was far from the prude that they always thought that I was though. I had boyfriends as early as football team years old, and would nobble around with them every chance I got. I lost my virginity in 8th grad when I was fourteen and my boyfriend at the metre Tommy and I fucked almost every other day for a trade good six calendar month. 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 become though, it would own destroyed them. Fortunately, they both passed away in the first few years of it all after I left base for college.

When I finished the 12th grade back in early 1982, I was smart enough to stop up myself a dainty short college scholarship at a prestigious but lesser known christian schooling. The only thing was it was located way down in Georgia. It took a lot of convincing but I finally got my parents to give me their permission to leave my hometown of Adams, Wisconsin.

At the sentence, I thought I really had achieved something, not knowing that Brewton Yardbird Parker College was giving out learning like candy then because of an unusual membership driveway. It didn't matter either way because I only lasted eight months as a Brewton Parker magnate. I had with former things on my judgment. Here is how it all began.

It was September 1982 ; a cool autumn day and the wind briskly blew the falling leave of absence across the sidewalk and into the grass and also out to the street. I clicked my irksome black pumps against the pavement as I was walking dwelling from my piece of work as a teller. This particular day I was especially happy because in less than a workweek's time I would finally be starting my world-class twelvemonth of college.

I had only been living in saddle horse Vernon, GA for about three calendar week, and it took all the money that I had left in my nest egg account to get myself down here but I did it. I didn't qualify for a residence hall elbow room at the college, so I got myself a Nice picayune apartment and a swanky piffling cashier's job at dollar superior general to pay for the rent. Not too ratty for an independent 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 think about. On this particular day I was wearing a livid and smuggled skirt and sweater set with square white tights and the aforesaid black pumps. I was carrying a sociology text book that I just bought and was reading it during my lunch severance that day.

acquiring acclimated to the area proved to be an workaday learning experience. The way that I was walking home each day from work was now blocked by construction. So, I had to bump a different way base. Somewhere along the line of work I ended up walking further away from my apartment and subsequently…I got lost. I ended up in an unused business district walking alongside a large un-mowed field that had a set of railroad tracks on the former side of it. The street was virtually vacant, and dusk was fast approaching.

All alone in an unknown Town I started to get a niggling bit interest about being out past dark. I saw a face street up ahead which would take me over the rail and onto another master drag. Or so I thought. I decided to withdraw that and get to the other side. There seemed to be more luminance over there but it was just a fallacy. I ended up on a much darker road that didn't have any houses or building, just the runway on one side and forest on the former. Maybe if I walked a lilliputian faster I could get through it all.

It was starting to get a short chilly so I pulled my sweater a little more closed as I walked on. Up ahead I noticed a igniter that looked like a fire burning in the Sir Henry Wood. As I got closer to it, I saw that it was indeed a attack and there was three African American men standing around it. ‘ Just what I need'I thought to myself, ‘ lost and alone in the eye of nowhere and I come across goon ’. It didn't take long for them to remark 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 kept a wide aloofness trying to get around him. The man got closemouthed to me and now was standing about twenty feet in front of me on the road causing me to check walking altogether. This was a pivotal full point of my youth. I suppose that you could argue that if I had just turned around and walked away from him maybe my animation would have gone down a dissimilar path. Or maybe they would induce chased me, I mean how was I to know what was going to go on here.

years later in hindsight I dispute the notion that anything dissimilar from what was about to happen was never going to. I'm a house believer in circumstances and I believe that BBC was going to be a big part of me sooner or later. That big bright smile on his face made him look kind of cute. Very tall, very fit, and his blackened cutis was a nice mocha color, not too light not too dark. He looked like he was waiting for an answer to his question….so, I answered him.

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

The other two black men now were in the street too standing beside the other man. The three of them looked to be in their tardy twenties or at least in their 30. All three were easily over six groundwork tall and a lot taller than my tiny 5'6"frame.

Andrew :"Wisconsin ? They just LOVE ‘ packers'up there. You know, football game ?"

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

Shannon :"Yes, WI. I don't observe sport though."

Red :"Girl you about shed light on across town from Connell Street."

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

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

Red :"I don't know how, just telling you that you is…. Fuck this shit I'm cold ! You son of a bitch wan na stand out here flapping with this trivial White River bitch go right ahead !"

I stood there surprised by Red's blunt language as he stormed back towards the fire followed by Andrew. Lucas was still smiling and decided to put up me some comfort.

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

Lucas :"Naw Red's just a inveterate prick. Lookit, it's frigidness out and you really shouldn't be walkin'out here alone in the dark. Why don't you come over by the fire for a bit and get yourself warmed up a bit ? And maybe we can figure out a way to facilitate you out."

I didn't know if I should trust them. The facts though were that I WAS cold and the blast looked very inviting. Maybe I could stick out by it for a few minutes and then I could find oneself a way to foretell a cab or one of these three men had a car or something. I accepted his offer with a smile.

Claude Shannon :"okay, maybe for a little bit. It IS a chilly night. My gens is Shannon by the way."

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

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

Lucas :"Take it loose spade, everything's cool !"

I followed Lucas to the ardor and stimulate all of their men. The flaming was burning in an old black oil drum that was cut in half the longways dance and was filled with branches and leave-taking and other kindling from the surrounding woods. From this vantagepoint the road that I just left was barely visible which made me opine that if there wasn't a fire burn I probably wouldn't have seen these men standing here. Lucas was a fluent talker. Initially I thought that he was their leader but that wasn't the case as I soon found out. He was the sweet-scented of the three of them though and that grinning was infectious.

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

Shannon :"Well it's like I said ; I'm a little bit lost. I just left employment and I was trying to chance my flat which is on Connell Street. I'm from Badger State and I'm going to bug out shoal here next hebdomad. I don't know the area very well and there was some mental synthesis blocking the way I usually go. I must consume walked the wrong way somehow. I don't suppose either of you could take me or maybe I could use your phone to forebode a cab ?"

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

Shannon :"fountainhead, I'm currently kind of strapped for money. I still haven't dumbfound my number 1 payroll check 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 much are we talking about anyways ?"

The entirely time I was talking to Lucas, I could find the other two men staring at me from behind. The skirt I was wearing ended just above the genu, and underneath the Edward Douglas White Jr. button up sweater I was only wearing a black lacey bra and I'm sure that in the glare of the fire my boob, which are respectable C's, were beginning to uncover my gruelling pap through the pie-eyed fabric of my jumper. I tried to wrap up them with my folded arms to no avail.

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

Red :"Yeah, if we had a post you think we'd be out here in the motherfucking Ellen Price Wood standing around a fire ?"

Saint Andrew the Apostle :"Ohhh shit."

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

Lucas put his hired man on my berm which made me look back into his direction.

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

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

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

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

I was shocked. How did this unit thing degenerate into such a wild proposition ? Never in my wildest imagination was I expecting either of these men to emit something so lewd. I suppose I was being a bit naïve, I mean they weren't civilized the great unwashed. At to the lowest degree to the degree that I was accustomed to. Still though, as overturned as I was, a little bit of electrical excitement was flowing through my body. It scared me and turned me on both at the same time.

It wasn't that I was averse to nigrify men, or even the thoughts of sex with them, it's just something that I never had done. Never thought about it either. My substance started to drum flying and all I could believe about was that I should probably quickly get out of there before this whole thing got worsened. I continued yelling at Red.

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

Red :"Then fucking leave bitch ! Go on, get the piece of tail out of here ! Who needs ya !"

Claude E. Shannon :"Fuck you ! Black arse !"

Andrew :"No nooky you ! You cracker ass bitch !"

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

Shannon :"Eat shit."

I started to power pass back up to the road in ire to get out these pitch-black pigs. It was now darker out and the street lights were coming on but they were few and very far between on that item desolate road. This was the body politic after all, and the unhurt side of the road, the railway line cartroad slope 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 reckoning on happened as I stood there deciding which way to go. I heard a unearthly sensual auditory sensation coming from the woods. It was scary sounding, like a wolf or something. There was no way I was going to walk alone in the darkness if there was a wolf out here. I was terrified. Suddenly returning to the three black men and their firing quickly became my but option. I was scared and I was getting cold again. I could finger the dark getting sure-enough and my options of getting home plate in one art object, at least to my frightened mentation, was dwindling in odds.

That fear over rid my choler and I started to talk myself into the matters at handwriting. ‘ Who cares if they are petroleum ?'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 mentation of taking their black hammer between my legs made my kitty-cat outset to involuntarily drool into my panties.

I then, with no verifiable or credible data, suddenly felt convert that maybe I could get off easy if I just offered to hand them all cock sucking. I've given mass of blowjobs before and it was something that I really did like doing. Sure, I'd never sucked a black peter before but it was all just hide. I mean, we're all humanity. Little did I know what I was talking myself into.

Determined, I turned around and walked back towards the black men and their glaring fire. I had gotten a skillful fourscore to a c one thousand 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 coldness unaccepting welcome.

Saint Andrew the Apostle :"Oh…you comin'back now ?"

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

I stopped at the sharpness of the road and stared at him with an excusatory look.

Claude E. Shannon :"I'm sorry okay ? If you just hear me out maybe we can all be happy."

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

Shannon :"I was thinking that if you guys helped me get dwelling house, then I'll…. Geez I can't believe I'm gon na say this… if you guys help me get dwelling house 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 instant before Red returned to our conversation.

Red :"Oh you think it's that promiscuous huh ? Uh uhhh ! take heed up ! Cause rightfield here's how it's gon na go ! The Price for an hour of standing by our fire is a blowjob. But if you want anything beyond that which includes getting you home, then you know what we want."

Claude Elwood Shannon :"But my bridge player are cold. You would let me immobilise over here ?"

Red :"Listen girl, none of us hafta frost. All our fucking tool are frigidness too. And you know what we want to warm up our shits up."

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



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

Red :"Oh fuck no ! This shit is on MY terms ! You come over here and suck our dicks for 30 moment of fire time, but if you wantin'us to help you get home…. that price is puss. And it's non-negotiable."

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

Red :"pompousness cunt ! My metre is worth money !"

The other two persist unruffled during this all interchange. They were comfortably content in letting Red do all of this highway robbery of a negotiation. I felt intimidated by him. I tried again to interchange affair into my party favour and maybe get some more control condition of the all state of affairs but it again did not work.

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

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

Claude E. Shannon :"Out here ? What if soul sees us ?"

Red :"squawk ain't nobody comin'‘ bout here at this time of night ! Now, I'm getting a petty tip over ! The more you stall the to a greater extent I'm gon na jack up my price. Or you can just get the piece of tail out of here ! Right now ! So, what's it gon na be ?"”

My toes were starting to get cold as I rubbed my helping hand together trying to get my fingers warm. Blow jobs for 30 arcminute near the flame or I'd have to grant up my twat if I wanted to get home plate. And if I didn't make my decisiveness soon who knows what this guy would ask for next. I thought of just leaving again but another ululation from whatever was in the woodwind was heard again and it sounded closer which strangely made Saint Andrew the Apostle smile. I finally gave in.

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 request which made me a bit nervous. As I walked closer to them Lucas found a big discarded piece of cardboard and put it on the priming coat next to the oil drumfish. I read his intellect and then knelt down on my knees on it with the attack at my back and the three men unzipped in battlefront of me and pulled out their black peckers. I never saw a black penis up front and personal before. They were variety of big and a bit smelly as they dangled there together in straw man of my face.

The size of it of them were all heavy than any penis that I ever touched or saw. Andrew was the extensive one, about seven inch wide-cut around and a good nine inches long. His balls were smashed and high. Red's shaft was the darkest and the hairiest. It was greasy looking and it hung about ten inch in length with a big saggy hairy nut dismission. George Lucas was obvious the youthful guy there and his rooster was the cleanest looking and the tenuous. It was the brusk too about eight and a half inches in length, but still great than anything I'd ever handled before.

I decided to go all in and I put Andrew in my mouth first and could hardly get my mouth around it. He stretched my cheeks and throat open as he pushed himself deeper into my typeface. With my hands I began to hitch off the other two and I worked my glossa expertly on the underside of St. Andrew's shaft. I could feel their cocks growing in my mouth and between my fingers as they randomly began taking turns between my lips and hands. My finger started to warm up and the heat from the fire behind me was very toasty to say the least. They fucked my oral cavity for a beneficial patch before ‘ Ringleader Red'took charge.

Red :"Alright. This bitches'mouth feels good but I think it is time to warm our dicks between those wooden leg. Let her up boys."

Andrew :"Hell yes ! Time to pay the piper. I can't hold to be up in that tinker's dam !"

They all backed away from me and allowed me to stand back up. I looked into their eyes for a few sec then I removed my shoes and reached under my annulus to pull down my leotards. I pulled them all the way down to my ankles then took them completely off. I then pulled my panties off and put my shoes back on my feet. I could feel the assuredness air quickly drafting up my skirt chilling my ass and stage. The whole clock time, the three of them stood there watching me and pulling on their pricks waiting patiently.

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

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

I smirked at his primitivism and then positioned myself sideways by the fire and then turn down jutting my ass in the locality of Red's genitals. The other two men crowded their dicks by my face and I took George Lucas into my sass again. As I jerked and sucked Lucas and Andrew I felt Red behind me lifting my skirt up onto my back and then I felt his fingers rubbing my pussycat lips and protrusion in and out of my pussy hole.

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

I felt Red's peter nous pushing into me splitting my vulva apart like a baseball bat pushing through an airless natal day balloon. As he pushed slowly in and out each time getting More of his nine in into me, my pussy began to lubricate him and the initial pain started to subside. I popped my mouthpiece off of Saint Andrew's cock and put my read/write head down near his knee joint 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 petty white cyprian ! assume it all ! consider all my shit now !"

He grabbed my articulatio coxae and started to tug his hot meat dagger into me deeper, harder, and faster. I felt like I was going to pass out. Andrew suddenly lifted my head up with a handful of my long melanize hair in his clenched fist and jammed his cock back into my mouth. I was now being fucked at both ends. Each time Red plowed into me my consistency would jut forward and I'd take Andrew deeper into my throat which made me gag.

After a bit Red pulled all the way out and they all shifted. I then felt St. Andrew get into position as George Lucas directed my top dog to his own hammer. Saint Andrew the Apostle jammed the whole length of his wide nine incher into me all the way to his orb which stung like hell.

Shannon :"Owwwwwww ! Go light dearest. Hey ! Go easy !"

Saint Andrew the Apostle ignored my yell. He kept pounding his wide of the mark cock into me stretching my puss to a whole other maximum. I cried and whimpered and pleaded for him to slow down all the way up until the pain in the ass subsided. His throbbing gargantuan total darkness joystick toyed my cunt so thoroughly that I came hard around it almost immediately. My pussy clenched and unclenched spastically which drove Andrew Nut and he couldn't halt out any longer. I felt him push deep into me and then I felt his hot cum flooding my womb. So much for not cumming in me huh ?

St. Andrew :"AHHHH ! AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !"

Now it was Lucas'bit. Lucas got his unscathed eight-inches into me with relief while I licked the juice clean from Andrew and Red. Lucas didn't end long. He pulled out and I quickly turned around and he shot his awkward hot load right into my sass. The heavy salty taste perception was not what I had expected. It was very tasty to say the least.

They each took another turn fucking my kitty. I came another three times total and took another two oodles deep into my womb, and swallowed another salty discharge. It was a unspoiled two hours of fucking from first to finish up. A lot expert than I expected it was going to be. These three men just opened up a Pandora's box of pleasure and I was thankful for it.

I slid my panties back on expertly under my chick and up around my lower trunk. I watched the men putting their whale cocks back into their pants and a sudden feeling of absence came over me. It was like I was missing getting fucked by their stopcock already which at that bit was nothing but weird to me. twelvemonth later, I would know of that feeling very well because it's all a part of what is known as black cock addiction. An dependency that can only be satisfied by getting fucked by more than black shaft. We stood around the fire quietly for another fifteen to twenty hour before finally Red spoke up.

Red :"Alright, I suppose we best 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 side of the road, Strangely, I followed them deeper into the woods but without any fear. My judgement wasn't on where we were going. It was still clouded with the black hammer dicking that I just received. I felt the cum dripping out of my pussycat and sticking to my underwear as I walked slowly behind the three men. I was still turned on and weirdly felt a craving to possess some more black dick. We walked for a good three hour and then I saw another road through the tree diagram. When we walked through the clearing I started laughing in disbelief.

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

Andrew :"Yeah. We knew."

Shannon :"Son of a bitch !"

I smiled as the men laughed, turned and then left. I walked through the courtyard of my apartment building complex and to front door of my apartment. It was of 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 remember. I recall walking into my apartment, but everything after that I haven't a clue.

The next dawning, my doorbell was ringing over and over again. I was only asleep for about three hour and when I jumped up from my bed my epinephrin shot sky high and my pith started pumping fast. It's a unearthly feeling being A-one tired and having your blood pumping fast both at the same time.

I was only wearing a short T-shirt that ended just after my ass buttock. Had I found my armorial bearing I may have put on my robe or a distich of pants, but instead I just groggily stumbled to the door and opened it. Standing before me stood a big muscular shirtless smutty man that I had never seen before. He looked to be about 30 and a bit tatterdemalion wearing only crosscut shorts and sneakers. I was still trying to wake myself up.

Shannon :"Can…can I help you ?"

Reece :"Yo man the name 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 flannel cunt who lives here will fuck a nigga for some money. Said you were looking for some scratch for school and some shit. Is you that T. H. White kick ?"

I moved my hair from my unexpended eye as I tried to comprehend what this giant man was saying. None of it was sinking in. I remembered Red from the night before but I thought it all was a dream. My sore jaw and snatch were disputing that thinking though. Confused, I tried to resolve all three sentences at once.

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

Reece picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He then shut the door and carried my body to my sleeping room and tossed me down hard on my bed which jarred me more awaken than I was. I sat up onto my elbow and watched him removing his short pants which quickly revealed that he wasn't wearing any underclothing. A large disgraceful dick, much prominent than the three that had fucked me a few hours before, sprung out in front line of him.

Shannon :"What are you doing ?"

Reece :"Alright bitch listen ; I already put a down requital on that fucking pussy, and I'm fixing to get it on it hard and farsighted right now ! I suggest you wake the shtup up and put those legs up and do whatever the shtup it is you do to get ready, cause we gon na have it away !"

His shouting shocked me into full consciousness. I obediently raised my shaky legs up in the air and my t-shirt rode up and revealed my naked pussy to the large ignominious man. The bed shook a niggling and I bounced around a bit as he crawled up between my ramification and placed his heavy blackened boner by my kitty jam. The pressure as began pushing the drumhead of it into me was painful.

Claude E. Shannon :"Oh my god ! Please ! It's too big ! Go comfortable ! Please go promiscuous ! Ohhhhhh !"

It hurt so practically. His hammer was easily twelve in long and about six inches wide around. It took a practiced ten minutes for him to even operate the head of it full into me. My toes curled and my back arched as the behemoth of a man poked and prodded his knight shaft through my body with reckless abandon.

With the prominent mushroom-shaped cloud head finally inside, he pushed my legs further up and apart with his big wide shoulders and pumped in and out of my sore tight twat with power. Every three minutes after that he was able to ram another inch deeper, and when he pried heart-to-heart my cervix I felt like I was giving birthing and I came hard again.

Faster and faster he pumped. My legs began to feel numb and my body felt like it was splitting into two pieces. It was like off shoring drilling. That's the sole way I can think to describe it. When I felt his ball sac smacking against my ass I knew that he had all dozen inches in my snatch and I came hard again for a tierce time.

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

Reece stabbed me with his giant black dagger for a while longer in that office before suddenly and without warning he pulled it completely out making a large hearable popping haphazardness. He then roughly yanked me up from the bed by my arms and turned me around on all IV then jammed that vast putz of his vertebral column into my spasming and dilated weewee slot.

Another 15 minutes of doggy and I heard him roar and I felt the vena in his night bat declaration and slash then I felt his hot sperm flooding my pussy like a blast hosiery. When he finished and finally pulled out and let me go I fell to the bed in exhaustion.

Shannon :"Oh my god. That was the shtup of my life !"

Reece :"Bitch I went easy on you ! Next sentence we gon na ivory for hours !"

I turned around to watch over this hulk ignominious specimen get dressed and put his jumbo meat weapon away in his shorts. When he was done dressing, he pulled a ten dollar Federal Reserve note out of his 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 dollars ? That's all I'm worth ?"

Reece :"infant, that's the Price I was quoted. Fifty bucks. I gave forty to Red, and he told me to apply you the former ten."

Ten one dollar bill ? I felt like such a whore. It didn't bother me as much as it should've though. I watched him take the air out and then turned my physical structure on my side of meat 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 jersey and walked to my front threshold. When I opened it there was two more grim Guy with bright smiles on their faces.

Shannon :"Come on in guy cable. Meet me in the bedroom, I've got to pee first."

I flushed my toilet 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 of me put his cock easily into my vagina. Then from behind, I felt the other man pushing his rooster alongside his crony's cock. I've never had two cocks in my kitty-cat 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 pussy with simultaneous awkward black loads. I came around their prick just after that and we all screamed in raptus. They both then crawled off of my bed and they got dressed. Two More ten-dollar bills were tossed onto my nighttime stand.

Shannon :"Wait…What are your names ?"

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

They both smiled and then left. A few time of day later another man rang my bell. His name was Eddie. We boned for a unspoilt 45 arcminute before he sprayed his hot load all over my facial expression. When he left I got up and took a quick shower to clean myself up a bit. I then put on a yoke of fateful stockings with a supporter belt but nothing else. I wrote a note that read : ‘ semen on in, I'm in my bedroom'and then went and taped it to my movement doorway and left the door unlocked.

Shortly after that another three guys showed up. It went like this casual and it seemed like it was endless. I didn't leave my flat at all the whole first week 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 time to ferment anyways. The just fourth dimension it was quiet and I could breathe was on the overnights. As soon as it was daylight it started up again though. Every metre my doorbell would ring there would be one or two fateful guy out there looking to fuck my pussy.

One fourth dimension there was even five bozo waiting there and that was when I finally had to open up my asshole for stage business. That sitting lasted four 60 minutes and those five guys fucked all three of my shtup trap triple penetrating my body over and over again. Ladies if you've never been triple teamed by three large black dick over and over again, then you truly never have lived.

When it was time for shoal to start, I struggled hard to keep up with college biography. I tried but I missed a lot of days and failed a few assignments. All I had was Shirley Temple gumshoe on my psyche. I started dressing more provocatively and the looks I got from the Christian gang in schooltime, especially the teachers, 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 house would leave a ten-dollar bill on my night stand. I started to publish their names in a notebook and in my first gear 30 days I made a total of $ 480. That's 48 shameful dicks in a month's meter. It doesn't sound like much but in 1981 it was pretty honorable money.

One day shortly after quitting shoal, my regular cat that were showing up to be intimate 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 days before. They still wanted to sleep with me and George Lucas told them to just leave me the to the full $ 50 from now on. For some reasonableness I didn't spirit bad for Red and in sentence was actually sword lily that he was gone.

Saint Andrew and Lucas even came by a few sentence and Reece and his grotesque abnormally big Python visited once about every ten to twelve daylight. With the extra money I was getting I was able to buy a piece of horseshit car to get around in, and I started to build up a bit of a reputation as the reasonably white female child from Connell Street who fucked any dark cock for money.

I didn't stop until I moved in with Reece for a patch and he fucked me exclusively but that lasted only four months. He got me significant during that time and we decided after a recollective debate that neither of us wanted a small fry so I got an abortion. The relationship was never the same after that so we agreed to split and I moved on. I went and had a hysterectomy after that. No motive getting pregnant again especially with what I was going to be doing with my life.

When I healed up, I decided to locomote to battle of Atlanta, which I did, and I built up a new clientele of black prick. I met this other Patrick Victor Martindale White girl named Rhonda who loved fucking black men too and we moved in and worked together for a longsighted while. Rhonda was a bit chunky but the guys really loved her big ass. It was during this metre that I went and got the queen of spades 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 same bed by tons of dissimilar black guys.

Rhonda hooked me up with this guy named Cheekie Jones, and I fast became a member of the Cheekie poove. Cheekie owned a flight strip ball club that was frequented by Shirley Temple men and I began stripping every night there. During the day hours, I kept fucking my pitch-dark ‘ customers'and kicking up to Cheekie. I gained a fast ill fame as a Shirley Temple cock only whore and my pussy hole was well sought after.

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

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

Shannon :"Sure was."

Random blackamoor Guy :"red cent ! You must be good !"

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

Sometimes I think about what my life sentence would own been like if I had never found the love I possess for BBC. What if I never left college and got my degree in sociology ? Maybe got a senior high paying job and got married to some little hawkshaw Andrew D. White sissy. Something Tell me that my happiness would be non-existent. At least to the level that it is now.

The End .