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I could find out the first light from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the nerveless morning time air hug my bare organic structure, and watch sun upgrade over the Atlantic sea. But instead of watching that beautiful sight from my new beach-front home, I 'm watching an exhausted dark man slumber in my bed. If I smoked cigarettes, I 'd definitely be puffing on one.

Eric is a beautiful sight in his own rightfulness. He 's magniloquent, hefty, brown, nearly shaven hair on his head, a trimmed landscape of hair's-breadth around his cock. I eye his humanity while he sleeps, I could stare at his pitch-black pecker all day. But doing so would only ram me insane with lust and desire for it.

I met him a few weeks ago at the gym. He walked past me, nodding, smiling politely. I did the same. We both embarrassed ourselves when we caught each other checking the other out. We looked over our shoulders. I giggled, he turned away, probably cursing himself.

We spoke the next time I saw him. He was very shy, but friendly. I could tell he wanted our conversation to stay on, but he had no idea how to make that happen. I wondered if he ever spoke to a adult female out and about like that. Ultimately, I did n't care. His gorgeous ignominious body, my preference in a man, was all I saw. We exchanged names, then on a whim, before we left the gym for the day, I gave him my turn. Eric looked like he did n't know what to do with it ! I could n't help but laugh at this shy, huge, Shirley Temple Black man feeling awkward after a Edward White woman gave him her number.

I later found out why he was so shy and awkward. It made his too obvious, poor attempts at flirting on our date, his nervousness shining through at the end, and his stammering and stumbling as I took him to bed that night make common sense - he had just turned 18.

It was beautiful. Whispering in his ear to decompress as I straddled my nude physical structure on his. Kissing his thick, full lips slowly before sliding his monolithic pecker inside me. Cumming on him almost instantly, while he tenderly held me.

After I climaxed for the very first clock time on him, we kissed again. There was something magic about this guy, this high schooling bookman. I could n't put my finger's breadth on it, but suffice to say we had sex as a great deal as we could over the next few weeks.

He snuck out after going to bed to meet up with me. I fucked him hard in the school day 's parking lot, before class. And now last Nox ; he told his parents he was staying at a classmate 's house, lying so he could spend the night with me.

We went on and on and on. This automobile, this 18-year-old black kid, made making love to me like he 's known me forever. It was so beautiful. It 's like we fit perfectly - his stopcock in my twat, my body in his arms.

His shaft twitched. I wonder what he 's dreaming about ? I smile and step outside to the balcony, the cool morn air hugging me. What a nighttime we had. What life I 've had. Maybe I was made for him. I 've never felt this way before.

I sit and watch the sun upgrade, running my hands through my hazardous, red tomentum. I chuckle, thinking about all the bootleg men I 've been with, none have been like Eric.

As the years have flown by, all those men seem to have prepared me for this young man sleeping in my bed. I 've never been with a white man ; all have been blacken. They all worshiped my body, just like I did theirs - it 's as though I was practicing for Eric.

Did I love him ? I 've loved many black men, but never been `` in love '' with them. Maybe I am now.

I needed to get away, to think about things. Since I love traveling, I decided to take a road trip. I 've taken many in my life sentence, but this would be to call up about giving my life to this Lester Willis Young black man. That 's more than just my breasts, my pussy, my torso, but my life history. I had to conceive about seriously committing to soul, and in my late 30s, maybe even marriage. Would it be with Eric ? Would he go to college ? Would he give up everything for me ? Would I let this perfect feeling toward a perfect black man go ?

There was so much to believe about. A two-week route stumble would help.

Another factor pushing me to jaunt was a demise of another shameful man. He was my favorite. Old Man Hoover, I called him. Not that death is ever convenient, besides for someone in perpetual agony, but traveling to that southern Florida trailer park to pay my respect to his class gave me a specific destination.



-1-

I have enigma. We all do. A few of them, only those close to me know ; a couple, only I know. Eric is the character of guy, 18 or not, I could tell everything to.

I pulled my Glock 17 9mm handgun out of my top haul. Put a clip in and turned off the safety."I'm ready,"I told my sister Bella.

"For what ? A road trip or character assassination mission ?"she joked. She was au naturel, like me, lying in Eric's arms.

"No silly. I take my ally along in case anyone tries any funny business organization,"I told her.

"I thought that's what you wanted ?"

"well, non-sexual, funny business."

I put the gun in my handbag and postulate stock of everything."Ok, two-piece, money, phone, makeup, a twosome of dresses, my gun, purse, and Eric's balls are empty. I think I'm good to go."

"Yes. When his nuts refill, I'll be here to enfeeble them !"Bella kissed Eric's brass, running her script over his chest.

Her and I are very close. Bella agreed to make for certain Eric was taken care of while I was gone. I wondered if the fact I needed Eric to be properly serviced throughout the day, was a mark I truly loved him, trusting my sis to be a substitute, or if I really loved black cock. I think it's a bit of both.

"You sure you don't want a ride ?"Bella asked, watching me draw out on a simple sundress, no underwear.

"Nope. I'm hitchhiking the entire way."

I went over to Eric to kiss him goodbye. A simple buss on the back talk escalates into more. Our tongues get involved, our mouths close on top of one another's, his hands groped my chest. I want to throw this dress off and fuck his brains out.
"Mmm, yeah, there we go,"Bella watched us cook out.

"She'll take care of you, baby,"I ended the buss, wiping my mouth, adjusting my dress.

"Yeah, I'll Miss you though,"Eric said.

"I'll miss you too. See you two in a duad weeks,"I sighed and left. They waved auf wiedersehen when I looked over my shoulder joint, Bella running her hands over Eric's naked perfection.

***

One secret, that only I and Bella know, is my sexuality. I came up with a full term for it. While technically I'm bi-sexual, I drill down further to be more specific. The terminus I came up with is Afrosexual. It probably already exists, but I don't precaution.

I'm an Afrosexual. I define it as only being sexually attracted to those of African descent ; black men being number one. I like woman too, of any race, but black men are what do it the most for me.

I walked along a few miles, making my way to the interstate. From there it was a few arcminute when a truck driver picked me up.

"Hi !"I cheerily said, smiling widely at the black driver.

"You need a lift ?"

"Please."

"Get on up in here,"he motioned.

"Thank you so much,"I adjusted my garb and sat up front with him."Wow, never been in one of these before."

"Heh, yeah. Where you headed ? I'm going to Miami,"the device driver said, glancing over my body.

"Me too. But not yet. I'm planning on doing some camping. Can you drop off at Brunswick ?"I asked.

"Yes ma'am,"the middle-aged black man said.

As soon as I started becoming sexually attracted to people, it was sinister guys that I'd look at. When I daydreamed of my wedding, the stableboy was black. When I thought about going to the prom, my appointment was disgraceful. When I thought about sex, or losing my virginity, the guy was blackamoor. Every intimate intellection or illusion with a male, he was ignominious.

At the mall with Quaker, they'd giggle if precious boys would walk by us. I only did if the boys were black. Going back further, in in-between schooltime, I had"fellow"of kind, nothing real, he was black. We'd part luncheon, we even held paw. I thought it was incredible. The others picked on me, I didn't understand why at the fourth dimension. I'd learn why as I got older.

In gamey school, I got my very get-go young man. I lost my virginity to him. His name was Reymond and he was probably the nerdiest kid in schoolhouse. When I was picked on by my admirer, I thought at initiatory it was because of that. He was tall, lanky, glasses, but excelled at math, helping me out immensely. Sure there were athletic supporter that were much spicy, but Reymond was sweet.

My friends picked on me because he was melanise. A couple of them stopped being my friends altogether. Reymond and I ignored them. We kept studying, kept fucking, and kept cumming.

He moved away with his family in the summertime. Our terminal Nox together was a marathon 69 seance, followed by hour of sex on my sleeping accommodation floor. I didn't want my parents to hear the bed banging against the wall. Just before morning, I snuck him out, and said good-by. It'd be a few years before I saw him again.




-2-

"Thank you again for taking me down here,"I told the driver. He handed me some candy from the gas station he stopped at, halfway to Brunswick.

"No problem. You like chocolate ?"he asked, nodding to the candy.

"Heh, I love chocolate,"I answered, his eyes widening, his oral cavity dropping when I pulled my apparel off over my head teacher. I sat there smiling at him.

"Uh, I'm a little ahead of docket,"he looked over his shoulder to the back cab compartment."You wan na ?"

"I do."

I straddled him back there, kissing him, feeling his erection get bigger and fully grown against my pussy. Mmm, I loved it.

A moment later, I fished that big dick out, and was on my stifle sucking all over it.

I wondered if people could see the cab of his huge motortruck rocking to and fro in the parking lot of the gas station. I was riding his cock so voiceless and fast, he lost rail of time.

"Shit, girl, I got ta get back on the route,"he grabbed my waist, stopping my bouncing.

"Wait, I want you to cum though."

"fountainhead get back on your knees and suck that peter, then."

A distich bit later, he filled my mouth. I swallowed respective large gulps of cum.

I laughed when he rushed to the presence cab, cock still dripping cum and hastily put his seat belt on. I wiped my back talk and joined him. I put my knock on and remained nude.

***

school started up again soon and with it, my second boyfriend. He was a year older than me, a football game star, and reminded me a short of Eric. He was ripped, built, immense. I still missed Reymond, but Marquis quickly made me forget.

I feel hard in love with him. I went everywhere with him. Football game, drill, the mall, everywhere. I was the only white girl at his class functions. I was his girlfriend and he kept me in unvarying orgasmic bliss.

Summer was spent mostly sneaking over to his house for sex. When school started back up, he'd pick up each dayspring I'd suck his dick in his car until it was clip to go to course. I accompanied him to two promenade. Each one ending in an overnight fuck fest. We'd roll around, telling each other how much we loved one another, then climax together.

When he dumped me, my warmness felt like it shriveled up and blew away like powder in the farting. I was beyond crushed. He told me he was going to college and wanted to be single.

When I started my senior yr of in high spirits shoal, I discovered I had no friends ; no white unity at least. The white girls looked at me with disgust, the Edward Douglas White Jr. guys ignored me. The black girls were almost downright belligerent with me. I learned a lot my outset couple weeks back at schooltime.

I couldn't help what I was, what I craved and favour. I hadn't even come up with the Afrosexual condition yet.

Stereotypes are based in reality. Was I a stereotype ? A unimaginative whitened trash, slut that sleeps around with all the contraband cat ? I didn't flavor like that. Yes, I was only attracted to pitch blackness, but only had sex with two by that item. Both were my beau ; the second I was madly in making love with.

At this degree I got tempestuous. I was low-down, heartbroken, hoi polloi thought I was something I didn't think I was. If that's all they saw in me, in my teenage immaturity, I decided to play the part.

I started with the football game team first, having sex with Marquis'old teammates. By the time Halloween approached, I was done with them, and was having my first gang bang at a company. There was about 20 or so that fucked me that night. I was getting tossed around from black guy to black guy. Some of them went to my school, some didn't.

I saw a few class fellow roll their eye and leave, after watching my naked body getting taken by several Shirley Temple Black men at once. That'd give them something to talk about come Monday.

By the end of the first semester, I finished having sex with the hoops team - all the black ones of course. I never once let myself experience love for any of them. I didn't want to get hurt again. I didn't want another Marguis to pass. So I fucked them all instead. I didn't want to get hurt and I didn't want to pain them - making them and myself cum was my solitary goal.

leap break arrived, I was exhausted. However, I was busy. I was driving down to Miami to condition out the University there. It was for a tour to see if I'd be interested in going.

My parents were interfering and told me to go alone. They said I was an adult and needed to palm thing on my own.

I was ok with that, thinking I'd meet some black college scholar while there. I didn't. The orientation course and tour was informational, helpful, but not stir. It all seemed standard, normal.

On the way back home, the next day, was when I met the man who recently died. He's a man that had the trump black prick I've ever had.




-3-

"Alright, here you go,"the device driver pulled to a stop, letting me out. I put my apparel on and thanked.

"You sure you don't want anything else ?"I asked.

"Sweetie, you've made me of late !"he smiled."I got ta get going."

"Alright, thank you so much,"I hopped out of the cab and started walking. I never got his name.

I walked a few naut mi to my goal - Jekyll Island. I was going to do some camping.

I rented a small collapsible shelter from the land site's general store and headed on. The cashier gave me a mirthful look. I get those a lot. I guess he wondered what I was doing there all by myself, in a pretty sundress, with only a purse. I smiled and waved bye to him.

I set up camp near the back of the campsite, future to someone else. They weren't there, but I could see smoke billowing up from their fire.

After my collapsible shelter was set up, I got on a bikini, and went hunting - for a few thing.

The beach was gorgeous. I walked for a couple hours, standing by the Tree, walking along the H2O, exploring really. There were muddy creeks that flowed into the sea. I looked around, watching bird scoop down and get fish. I felt at peace.

I thought of Eric back household, assuming my sister was tending to him like I asked. He's so sweet. He was accepted to a college a few time of day away. I was hoping he'd go, but wondered if he'd drop out to delay with me. Part of me wanted him to, but that would be a huge mistake. Sitting on the sand, digging my toes in, I thought how fun it'd be to impose him, his friends seeing an elderly, late 30s char in his bed.

***

On my thrust back home from the college tour in Miami, my mind pretty much made up that's where I wanted to attend, my parent's car broke down. It was a duet hours north of Miami in a swampy, middle of nowhere, area.

I didn't know what to do. This was the deep 90s, cell phone existed, but not everyone and their grandma had one.

I needed to obtain a payphone. I was getting hot in the midday sun. I couldn't sit there in the car and Captain Cook. I had to call my parents, then get it towed somewhere. I got out and walked on the quiet back road. I was stopped a few minutes later.

"Miss ? You ok, dear ?"a contraband man rolled down his window.

"Yeah, my car broke down back there. Looking for a payphone,"I answered.

The older ignominious man looked to be in his 60s, smiled at me,"I'll give you a drive. Can you entrust an old, ugly black man ?"

I laughed,"You're not ugly !"

"I'm old though."

"Well, sorta."

"Old enough to be your grandpa. Hop in, I'll supporter get that car towed and fixed for free."

"free ?"

"Yes young woman, you'll be back on the road by this evening. My name's Hoover."

"President Hoover ? Like the vacuum light ?"I joked.

"Hey, you got that right !"

"I'm Bea. Nice to converge you."

We approached lagger Mungo Park where Hoover lived, he spoke in hushed tones when we got out."Now listen, one of my sons will tow your car and fix you up."

He leaned in close, gently grabbing my arm,"I don't want you to be afraid."

"Afraid ?"I became afraid when he said that.

"What you gon'see here. It's all consensual. It's all requested. It's all good. You can ignore it and head on into the trailer there and wait for your car, or you can get together in on the fun. It's up to you, Miss."

"Um, ok,"I was confused.

"Follow me. Feel free to guide to that dawdler, if you want. No one is forcing you to do anything. You hear me ?"

"Sure,"I shrugged, having no theme what he was talking about.

I found out a moment later. fright faded, replaced with peculiarity then joy at the sight 40 feet away from me.

My sass dropped as I watched three white woman, in their 30s and 40s, naked around a fervor getting fucked by a group of lightlessness men. One was tied to a tree, getting take from butt. Another on her back on a bench, a black man on top. The third squatting up and down on a dick, while jacking off two others.

I took a step forward, Hoover stopped me."Hey now, listen, they came and visited us on their own. They show up every once in a while for a good time. You don't have to participate."

I kept walking toward the group. Hoover tried to stop me."If you feel you too young for this, pass on backrest, turn away."

I kept walking, he kept blabbing on and on."Ain't zilch illegal here, other than nakedness outside a mansion. There's a pretty little E. B. White cop that doesn't give us any trouble. These women asked us to do this."

"Herbert Hoover,"I turned to face him, glaring at him."I want every individual one of you to bang me."

He paused, eyes darting left and right, he cleared his throat,"Ok miss, right this way."

There I was, 18 geezerhood old, Spring Break of my last year of mellow school in my 2nd work party bang.

It was a fuzz, a total blur or sex, swither, and semen. I came and came and came with around 30 or so black men that lived in that dawdler park. When one was done, I'd beg for more.

"Harder !"I'd yell.

I had a hammer in each hand, in each kettle of fish, my human face eventually covered in cum.

I was soaking wet with perspiration caused by the humidity during the day, then the hot bonfire that night. The sweat rinsed cum off me.

They tied me to a tree. The scald me with belts. Later they penetrated me anally.

I realized then, this was going to be my biography - constant sex with black men.

After midnight, having forgotten to prognosticate my parents, I limped to President Hoover's trailer. When I entered it, I fell to my knees, partly exhausted, but partly weakened by the farseeing, most beautiful black peter I'd ever seen.

Hoover was naked, in bed, casually jacking off."Been waitin'for you. derive on over here and get this tool, Miss."

I crawled to him, my oral fissure and pussycat salivating. I climbed onto his fold-out sofa, grabbed that old smutty putz, and fucking worshipped it.

I orgasmed several meter just by licking and sucking all over it. It was so long, so gorgeous.

When that matter entered me, I shook and spasmed. It was the best pecker I'd ever had and would remain so for many, many years.

J. Edgar Hoover grabbed my titmouse and sucked like an angry, starving baby. There was no milk to get, but he could've sucked them dry if there was.

I did my considerably to twit him, but couldn't fit his entire duration in. Luckily, my asshole had been broken in earlier. That farseeing pecker slid right in all the way. I felt like he was in my belly. I watched him rub my knocker and tum while I sat on him, his cock in my ass all the way.

"Glad you having a good prison term. We love to accept fun here,"Hoover said. I could feel his shaft twitch in my stomach.

"I want to make out back. I want to call again. I'm going to the University of Miami this evenfall. I want to visit you."

"Well by all way, if that's what you want, then come on by,"Hoover smiled.

I grabbed his face kissing him as hard as I could.

We had anal retentive sex for another time of day or so, Herbert Hoover filling my belly with cum. I fell asleep in his implements of war.

A few hours later, Hoover got out of bed, waking me up in the process. I watched the former man leave the trailer. I went after him, grabbing his hand, walking with him to the bonfire.

It was only he and I out. He stoked the flames, piling more wood. We sat there holding hands, naked, warmed by the fire.

"I love it here. I'm so glad you found me,"I told him.

"Ain't nothing, just helping you out."

"How long have you lived here ?"

"My whole live. My Daddy and Grandpappy owned some soil by the swamp. I got it and help set up this preview park."

"And the women ?"I kissed his shoulder.

"By accident. Started by helping a nice white lady out, long, long ago with a monotone tire. Probably well before you were born. Don't know what it was. Maybe she was distressed in her marriage, maybe she just wanted to experiment, but she came back here and undress for me. I was a untested man, I was nervous, but I took fear of her flat tire and her later that day. Word must've spread. Over the years we've had unspoiled handful of white woman stop by for a weekend here and there."

I smiled and stood in front of him, he patted my tummy, squeezed a big tit, and I straddled him. He guided his cock in me, I kissed him, and we had easy, love-making sex.

That early morning by the bonfire, 18 years old, driving back from Miami on Spring Break, Hoover mated with me. I became significant with his child.




-4-

The wonderful ocean breezed on Jekyll Island, kissed my skin. I felt like masturbating to be honest. I thought doing so later that night in my tent.

I left many affair at plate on this hitchhiking trip. Would I manipulate people to get what I need ? A ride, food, fire ? Not entirely. I didn't see it as manipulation. I saw it as making a friend.

I was alone on the beach. I felt like going nude, but decided against it. Mainly because I saw mortal and his dog in the length. As I walked closer, I saw a black man fishing in a creek. He pulled out a net with crab in it.

"Hi !"I startled him.

"Ma'am,"he nodded.

"detection some dinner party ?"

"Yeah, but you ain't seen anything. I'm not supposed to be doing this. But I love crabbing. This'll cook real good too,"he said. His dog walked over to me, sniffing me.

"Get ! Leave her alone,"he snapped at the dog.

"No, it's fine,"I smiled."How does it work ?"I pointed to the net.

"fountainhead, come on over and I'll show you. Got ta keep it unruffled, I could get fined for doing this,"he said. I smiled and crossed over to him.

He was previous than President Hoover when I first met him. Probably late 60s. His hair's-breadth was ovalbumin, he had a big belly. He didn't seem put off by a jr. E. B. White woman in a skimpy bikini talking to him. I didn't see a ring on his finger when he was showing me the net, explaining how to cast it. He gave me a detailed lesson. He stood behind me, putting my arms into position, and helped me cast the net. I smiled and clapped when it landed successfully near where he advised.

He introduced himself has Willie. He looked exactly like a Willie - seemed like a thoroughgoing name for an old, bootleg man, fishing near the beach.

I told him I was hitchhiking to southerly Everglade State, mentioning an old booster passed away. He questioned if it was safe for me to thumb. I told him I had a extra friend along with me and I knew how to fire it. He understood, saying it was effective that a jolly white lady protect herself. I laughed and patted his arm.

We walked back to the campground together, chatting the entire way.

"well that's you huh ?"he asked, watching me paseo to my collapsible shelter, redress next to his camping area.

"Yep,"I beamed.

"fountainhead, I tell you what, come on over and I'll cook up some of this fish and crab for you. sound good ?"

"Sounds wonderful, Willie."

***

I had a secret, I was knocked up. I remember being scared to tell anyone.

I was at the plaza one day, looking at prom dress, wishing I was going. No one asked me. All the melanise scholarly person at school day used me for sex. But for some reason, no one asked me yet. Maybe they got tired of me. I didn't know.

I walked along and felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a fellow face, however, the rest of him was quite different. It Reymond. He was still improbable, but not scrawny and lanky. He filled out. He was big and muscular. He didn't vesture ice anymore. I did a double take.

"Reymond ?"

"Hey, Bea."

My sassing dropped, I gave him a hug."How are you ?"

"trade good, good. Been awhile."

"Yeah it has. So right to see you. Gosh, you've changed."

"Thanks. You too,"he looked at my chest."I got contacts."

"Yeah,"I smiled.

"You shopping for prom attire ?"

"Oh, nah, I don't think I'm going."

"Ah, sorry to see that. I think my school's prom is the same weekend as yours."

"Probably. Anyway, you all set for college ?"I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah. Got accepted to University of Miami,"He replied.

"Really ? No way ! I'm going there too !"

"Huh, that's cool, Bea. Now we'll know someone on campus."

"Yes !"

I smiled at him, touching his arm, I couldn't believe how hot he'd gotten.

A few hour later, I found myself in the men's toilet, sitting on a toilet, hastily unzipping Reymond's shorts. He was leaning over, kissing me.

I pulled his wickedness skinned cock out."Oh shtup,"I whispered before devouring it.

"Mmm, Bea,"he ran his hands through my hair.

I got his dick sufficiently coated in saliva and stood."I don't to be anyone's girlfriend,"I told him."I just wan na piece of tail, ok ?"

"I got it,"he said, pulling my T-shirt off. I removed my shorts and panties, and hopped in his weapons system.

"You can hold care of me in college, and I'll take care of you. No dangerous relationship. Sex buddies,"I said, the heartbreak Marquis caused still stung a bit.

"Yes,"he winced with pleasure, his cock sliding in all the way. He grabbed my ass, and bounced me.

"Ah fucking !"I cried out in the bathroom.

"Will you go to the promenade with me ?"I asked, while bouncing.

"Mine is the Saami night, I got a engagement. But for you, for this twat, I'd cancel on her,"He said.

"Ah yes !"I threw my headspring back, holding on to the can stall rampart for support.

"Reymond, stop, delay,"I said.

"Huh ?"

I told him a secret. One that only I knew."I'm pregnant."

"What ? Like just now ? I didn't even -"

"No, not just now,"I laughed."I got pregnant over Spring shift. My parents are going to freak out."

"Oh,"he held me, taking in the secret I shared."shot I won't need to use condoms with you,"he gave a one-half smile.

I laughed and kissed him."Guess not."




-5-

"Mmm, yummy !"I finished up the last piece of crab Willie shucked for me. I sat adjacent to him on a log near the campfire.

"Glad you like it. You just get here ? It's a two night minimum,"he said.

"Yep. What about you ?"

"Lapp here. I'll leave the day after tomorrow. Where you say you headed next ?"

"I'll stop in Jacksonville."

"Ah. rightfield over the edge. I can drive you there,"Willie offered.

"You sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way."

"I don't mind. Something to do, you know ?"

"Yeah,"I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Nice out tonight, not too hot,"he noticed.

"Mmhmm. fountainhead, Willie, um -"

"You headed to bed ?"

"Sort of. I was thinking of something else you could do."

"Oh yeah ? What's that,"he stoked the fervency.

I stood up, removed my bikini top, then my behind. I smiled at him, watching him expect me over. He grinned, laughing a bit."That huh ?"

"You got it ! I'll be in your tent,"I said, scratching his dog's foreland when I walked by.

A consequence later, he entered the tent, undoing his bang. I held out my arms, smiling at him. He climbed on top of me.

***

Reymond and I went to the prom. We stayed a slight piece, danced some, but left early so we could fuck. His parents were at some event really late, so we went to his family a few schooltime dominion over.

A few week later at graduation, I participated in my third gang eruption. It was in the male child'restroom. It wasn't amazing. Some of the Black person jocks lured me in there, by flashing me a cock. I figured why not. I'd probably never see these guys again.

It was about 10 of them."White fornicatress,"they'd visit me after filling my throat, pussy, or ass with cum. They left me alone, I put my graduation robes back on, washed my face and left. I flipped the bird to the school in the back of my parent's car when they weren't looking.

public speaking of my parents, they made me open the baby up for adoption. I told them over the summer. I could've argued with them, saying it was wry they sent me to Miami by myself to deal with college business, yet they are forcing me to fall in up a child and not raise it like an adult.

I agreed with them though. I didn't deserve a babe.

At college Reymond and I had sex three clip a day. I abandoned my dorm, staying with him and his roomie. We did it in the morning, in the shower before year. We met up during the afternoon for sex. Then at dark, we did it after studying, until we were tired.

His roommate, a nice white guy, must've been jealous. He always blushed around me.

When Reymond was fussy, there were a few other guys I'd rotate. They didn't head having sex with a significant bloodless miss.

I had the baby just before Thanksgiving break. It came a niggling early. I couldn't face at the child. I closed my eyes, tear streaming, and they took him or her away. I knew the nipper would be better off.

During my second semester of fresher class, Reymond and I worked out together. He helped me shed some baby weight.

It was around this meter, he started getting busier with early pupil. There were respective white girls he rotated. One of the was a professor. I think she was married. I walked in on her riding Reymond in his dormitory way. I apologized and backed out. I ran into another black student I'd screw before when Reymond was occupied. I told him Reymond was busybodied again. He agreed to satiate in once more and took me to the shower.

I didn't go home for Spring geological fault. I went to see William Hoover. He remembered me. I stayed and entire week there. I was naked the all fourth dimension. Cum was splattering on my chest, potbelly, back, face on the hour all day and night. I slept with Hoover when I finally tired.

The workweek ended, I went back to college. I was in Reymond's shower, washing off the dry cum. Reymond joined me. But he wasn't alone. The college prof was with him. She smiled and said hello. I watched her get in, kissing and licking all over Reymond. I smiled and joined in.

Sophomore, junior, and Senior year Spring Breaks were spent with Herbert Hoover inside me.

Throughout college, Reymond and I slept together quite a bit. However, as clock time progressed the professor was around more and more.

In my Senior year I developed a stable of respective dozen freshman. They were my stand-in. I taught those guys a lot. There were quite a few three style with them. By the time I graduated college, they were Edward Douglas White Jr. women pleasers for sure.

Before graduation exercise, all of them, fucked me in one Night. It was my one-fourth and largest gang bash yet.

As the sun rose, I limped back to my and Reymond's residence hall. I was dripping ejaculate, from my pussy, Kuki-Chin, script, everywhere. My dress was tattered and torn.

Reymond and his college professor lover were in the shower."Oh, hi,"I mumbled upon throwing back the shower curtain.

"Wow, looks like you've had quite a night,"Reymond joked.

"Yeah."

"We were just getting out. Oh and guess what. We're getting married. She left her husband,"Reymond said.

"That's, swell,"I said in daze. I pushed by him. I fell asleep in the exhibitioner.

College ended. Reymond and I lost touch. Last I heard he and his older, bloodless married woman, were still together. I was disappointed in Reymond when all that went down. I didn't like the fact she left her married man. It was yet another reason I only had sex buddies - lupus erythematosus drama, less botheration, more fun.

***

I was in Willie's arms, rubbing his big belly, watching the campfire flicker and go out. He fucked me really goodness. Of course every single black man I've been with has. I kissed his impudence, Willie snoring lightly. I put on my sandals and walked around outside naked.

The cool down night air felt marvelous. My mamilla were hard, my button still tingling from several hours of sex with Willie. I thought of Eric, filling me with cum, holding me.

I walked over to the shower facility, not caring if anyone saw me naked. The campground wasn't too crowded anyway, plus it was very late.

I showered, pleasuring myself to Eric. When the climax came over me, I moaned loudly, and whispered,"I love you."



-6-

The next day, Willie cooked me breakfast. I skinny dipped in the ocean while he crabbed nearby.

The night we had dinner by the campfire. He couldn't service but laughed as I was still naked.

"You gon na get in more trouble than me from crabbing if you get caught walking around like that,"he joked.

"Maybe, so,"I smiled at him.

"Alright, here you go,"he handed his dog a morsel.

"You want something else ?"he asked the German Shepherd."Alright, hang on, girl."

I watched Willie whip out his erect rooster. My center widened seeing the dog hungrily lick his lance."One sec, girl,"Willie stood, removing his bloomers.

His dog was licking his nutsack and shaft, in a similar manner to how I've done many fourth dimension before.

"Our trivial secret ?"he asked.

"Absolutely,"I said. I crawled over to him, watching her poke all over his big, juicy cockhead.

"Go on now, get some too, girl,"he spanked my ass.

I became an fauna, a dog in heat, like the German shepherd. Perhaps the erotic love of fateful cock transcends coinage.

I licked him just like she did, my tongue lapping at his balls, his barb, occasionally meeting hers.

Willie grunted and blew his onus for us. She and I licked his erupting tip, consuming as a lot sperm cell as we could.

"Ugh, good fille, well girls,"Willie patted out cover.

Willie stood up, grabbed his pants and headed to the tent. His dog was licking my grimace, my mouth, her tongue going in between my back talk to look for for every last drop. I opened my mouth letting her get in there for more.

The dog finished up, all the semen licked up, and walk into Willie's tent. I wiped my mouth, smiled and looked up to the stars.

***

I moved to LA after college, getting a job at a selling companionship. I quickly, like my number 1 day, became involved sexually with the man that hired me.

Jerome was his epithet. He'd fuck me in his office sometimes. We'd take luncheon together, having sex in his car. After work, we'd meet up for potable, and he'd spend the Night at my apartment or I'd check at his.

Sleeping with Jerome for a few month introduced me to the hip-hop macrocosm. Most of the fellowship's client were hip-hop or rap record labels.

I attended case with Jerome. He'd premise me to several rappers. Sure, I'd vamp, pass them my figure, but usually I'd end up riding Jerome's disastrous cock later than night.

All except one. His gens was"Big Rascal."Obviously that wasn't his real public figure. I never learned of his existent name. Either way, he called me a few nights after an effect Jerome and I attended.

I met up with the rapper a couple nights later for drinks. We talked, I went back to his place, and we fucked.

He was unspoiled, literal unspoiled. He knew how to process a white puss. I slept with him for about a year.

He 'd percentage me, after I swallowed his jizz, with six or seven of his son. They take routine with me one at a sentence. I swallowed them all.

I'd attend all his appearance. I'd be waiting for him backstage for sex.

The Night before a pivotal conversation with Big rascal, one that changed my life. I was in, yet another gang kick - my fifth one.

Big rogue was having a company after the exit of his newest record album. I wasn't the only white young lady there. various others were sucking cock on a put, or a chair. It was expectant. I felt I was at home.

Big Rascal fucked me pretty hard outside the penthouse rooms, overlooking Los Angeles.

When he nutted on my face, he slapped my ass, and told me to go shower.

When I got out of the exhibitor, a towel wrapped around me. I counted all seven of Big Rascal's entourage, along with additional twelve party guests. I smiled and dropped the towel.

It was long, sexual climax and cum-filled night.

The next evening, I was on top of Big Rascal in his huge bed. He was rubbing his hands all over my tits. We were chatting a bit.

"female child, you got the sound pussy I've ever had. You feel me ?"

"Thank you, baby,"I said, rubbing his abs.

"That's why think I want to let you go. I think you are destined for grandness. You feel me ?"

"Huh ?"I didn't flavour him. I didn't what he was talking about.

"I know a guy. He can help you,"the rapper told me.

"avail me with what, baby ?"

"You're special. You know it. You know what you good at. You beneficial at workin'shameful dick. You feel me ?"

"Well, yeah, but -"

"This guy can help you reach your upper limit potential. I want you to talk to him. I want you to discover him out. I want you to keep an open mind. You feel me ?"he asked yet again.

"I, I guess,"I shrugged. He reached over to the bedside mesa. I saw his Glock 9mm in the draftsman. Very much like the one with me on my hitchhiking journey.

Big Rascal pulled out a circuit board, handing it to me."Killa'D ?"I read the public figure."He a knocker like you ?"

"Not a rapper. He's in a unlike industriousness - one that you'd be gross for. I want you to cry him. I already told him about you. I told him how good you take melanise dick. How good you work it. Call him, and don't be afraid. His epithet says ‘ Killa'but he wouldn't hurt a fly. You feel me ?"

I got off Big knave, his cock slurping out of my pussy. I stood at his windowpane overlooking the LA apparent horizon. It was beautiful out there. I miss living there. I wondered what Killa'D was all about. I figured he ran a strip nine, or an escort service. I shrugged and figured I'd give him a margin call at least.

Big scamp, came up behind me, grabbing my bosom. I reached around for his hammer, arched my back and slid it into me.

"Mmm, so good,"I moaned, leaning my principal back on his shoulder. I smiled as he kissed my cervix."You feel me ?"I asked.

He slowly slid his cock in and out, knowing deep down, in his middle, it'd be the last time he had me."I feel you,"he whispered.




-7-

The side by side Nox, after calling Killa'D, he gave me an address to meet. It just so happened to be a strip club.

"Great,"I thought."Maybe I could strip on the weekends."

Killa'D was quite a specimen, not someone that matched his moniker. He was dressed in a suit and tie, had a gold watch, closed chain, necklace. He looked and smelled wealthy. There was a snip beard his face. I assumed he went to the Barber hebdomadally or even more. I was a fiddling shy at initiatory. My figured he was a high-end pander.

He shook my hand, telling me it was a pleasance meeting me. Then we got right to it.

"My friend, Big Rascal, told me about you. He and I go back a long prison term. Back when we were in the goon, working to get out. I trust him very much."

I nodded, looking around the room. It wasn't crowded, a few blackamoor men here and there, with ovalbumin stripper well giving lap dances.

"He told me you really make love how to operate a black dick. He said you use that pussy, them bosom, that ass, and that mouthpiece of yours expertly on a gumshoe,"Killa D explained.

"Uh, well, I don't know about that I just like -"

"lightlessness men. I understand,"He reached to his scoop taking out a line of work card."Let me ease your judgment a bit. I'm not a ponce. I'm not asking you to be a peeler, though if you wanted to, you could go up there and dance - the manager wouldn't mind. I'm not asking you to be an escort. feeling at my company's gens. realise it ?"

I took the card, reading the name."White Vixen ?"I said aloud."No, I don't know what that is,"I handed the card back to him, he held up his palm, declining it.

"It's an interracial adult yield company,"he answered."Big rapscallion said you'd be a utter fit."

"Uh, excuse me ? What ?"

"That's right. Interracial erotica. I started the company a decade ago. It's one of the highest grossing erotica distributer in the human race - specifically, like I said, mixed porn. He told me you could be my following big genius,"Killa D said.

"I don't know about that. I mean,"I looked around the way and leaned in closer."I sleep and have slept with a lot of black guy wire, but filming pornography, that's different."

"I understand. That's why it's a lot to consider. You'd have to cerebrate of a stage name. You'd have to get tested regularly - which my party enforces and wage for. Then of grade, there's the secret. You probably couldn't recount your family line, your friends and neighbors. There's stereotypes that go along with it."

"Stereotypes,"I repeated, thinking back to high gear school.

"My thoughts are, if you enjoy something, if you love it, AND you can get paid for doing it, that's win-win right there,"Killa'D explained.

I nodded, looking to his card.

"Now then, you love dim men, you love grim dick, when not get paid to express that love to others ?"he asked.

I bit my bottom lip. A exotic dancer around my age came over to say hello to Killa D.

"Hey baby,"he put his arm around her, prompting her to sit on his lap."You busy tonight ?"

"Yeah,"she circled played with his tie.

"Who you with tonight ?"

"Rob,"she frowned.

"Don't be sad, girl. He loves your kitty too. You can get with me tomorrow,"Killa'D kissed her cheek.

She smiled and got off his lap, making her way across the room.

"That's Sandee. She ain't, from what I've been told, as good as you are with blackness dick. So what do you say ?"

"Can I at least think about it ?"

"Please do."

"Alright,"I looked to his card again, reading his name."Why do they call you Killa'D ?"

He smiled at me and extended his hand.

***

"Ah fuck ! Yes ! Yes !,"I was screaming later that night, on top of Killa'D, fucking the shit out of him.

"Ohhhh, shit,"I collapsed on top of his sexy, hefty trunk."Mmm fuck."

"My boy was right,"Killa'D put his arm around me, rubbing my sweaty back."perfective tense for sinister men."

He put me to kip. I fell asleep on him in his picture Beverly Hills home. It was the number 1 fourth dimension sex made me return asleep. Sure I'd eventually go to bed after foresighted night, but this, the act itself, was so good, I was out coldness in minutes.

The next morning, he cooked me breakfast. We laid out by the puddle, me jacking his hammer while we discussed his architectural plan for me. I didn't bring a bathing suit, so I was naked.

Killa'D said he'd act as my federal agent, getting me roles, finding other performer to run with. He even suggested I could strip or escort if I wanted to on the English ; like other porn stars he managed. He said I could bring in a lot of money escorting various professional person athlete around - then sleeping with them of row.

I told him I'd never watched porn before. There was no need, since I was almost constantly having sex. He told me not to vex, he'd help.

I stayed with him the rest of the day, all night, and on into the next afternoon. We fucked pretty a lot the whole meter. It was Sunday afternoon when I left. I had to knead the next day. He said subscribe to a calendar week to consider about it and that he'd claim me the following Friday night.

I learned that Killa'D was unretentive for Killer Dick.




-8-

Willie gave me a drive not just to Jacksonville, but all the way to the beach hotel I booked. It was right off the A1A. I had a nice five-day beach sojourn before me.

I sucked his hammer the entire way. When we arrived I finished him off, swallowing his load, said goodbye and hopped out of his cartridge truck.

I checked into my room, put on a bikini and went to the beach. I walked a recollective way, thought of Eric mostly, daydreaming about one day taking head trip like this with him, fucking the entire time.

I stopped and ate an early dinner at a beachside café, then headed back to the room. My design for the even was to go to a club, witness a inglorious guy, and land him back to my way for the night - something I've done many prison term.

A call option to my baby, Bella, changed that.

I put on a tiny, yellow attire, my bosom practically hanging out. right-hand before I went out I decided to telephone and check into on her and Eric.

"how-do-you-do ?"she answered, her backtalk sounded to the full of something.

"Bella ?"

I heard a popping phone, followed by an"ahh."

"Hey, what's up ?"she asked me, followed by take up slurping sounds.

"Nothing much, just getting ready to go out for the night."

"Ooh fun,"Bella said."You'll be pleased to lie with Eric here is in very good hands,"she said, more slurping sounds.

"good. You're sucking his putz, aren't you ?"

"Oh I've been slobbering all over this thing for virtually of the day. He's watching a film,"Bella said. I heard her moaning as she sucked.

"gladiola you're helping me out,"I rolled my eyes.

I heard Bella respire deeply into the telephone set,"Oh fuck, I love this thing."More sucking sounds.

"Can I talk to him please ?"

"Sure, trusted. Hey where are you ?"

"Just got to Jacksonville today. Can I verbalise to him now ?"

Bella resumed sucking all over it."I love black dick,"I heard her say as the phone traveled to Eric.

"Bea,"he answered.

"Hey baby ! I miss you,"I said.

"I miss you too. material bad. Ah diddly, get that pecker,"Eric told Bella.

"She's taking care of you ?"

"Yep, but I got ta severalize you. As good as her head-game is, as adept as her cunt is - I need yours, I need you,"Eric told me.

"Oh, Eric. I can't hold to get back home. We'll talk of the town more about you and I when I get there. I'm really thinking about us on this trip."

"Good, cuz I need you in my life,"Eric said. We chatted another minute, then hung up.

I needed him too. I missed him so much. I felt certain he was the man I was to trust to.

I was so horny, I wanted him badly. I wanted to be naked with him, fucking for Day. There was a bang at my door.

"Hi,"I answered it. The young, pitch-dark employee nodded, handing me cleanse towels."Oh, thanks,"and closed the doorway.

"postponement !"I said, opening the door."Hey."

"Ma'am ?"he turned around, a few feet from the threshold. He was wearing a name tag on his vest."Dayron"it read.

"Yes, hi. This will sound weird, but what metre do you get off this evening ?"

"Um, 10pm."

"An minute. Ok. Totally say no if you want, but when you get off oeuvre can you add up by ?"

"What for ?"he asked.

I pulled my yellowish dress apart, revealing my titty to him.

"Uhhh,"he stared at them."Uh indisputable, yeah, ok."

"Great ! See you then, Dayron,"I smiled and closed the door. I immediately removed my dress. I didn't feel like going out anymore.

***

I was a pornstar for seven, hanker year.

Killa'D gave the week to suppose about it. I showed up at his theater on Wednesday with my answer. I stood there, ringing his door, derriere naked.

"Bea,"he grinned, a potable in his hand."ejaculate in."

He put his drink down and started undressing."Got an solvent for me ?"

"Will you look out for me, will you take care of me ?"I asked.

"Of course."

"Then my resolution is yes,"I told him.

"Good,"Killa D scooped me up and took me to his bed, giving me some killer dick.

I turned in a two week notice the next day. Saint Jerome bent me over his desk and fucked me one net clip. He told me I didn't have to come back and that sex was all I was good for anyway. I agreed with him 100 %.

That Nox back at Killa'D's, we talked about my new calling. He asked if I wanted to start small, do a few view here and there. He asked if I wanted to do anal only. Or if I was into BDSM. I said no to all of that.

I told him I want my first scene to be challenging, insane, and really make a stain - a gang bang.

"I can do that,"he said. We had sex every day for the next couple week while he set thing up.

I went by the name Bianca. My kickoff moving picture, a crew thrill called,"Bianca Gets Blacked"featured 100 grim men. The shoot lasted all day. I was thoroughly exhausted. That Night I took a long, hot bath with Killa'D.

I felt at home doing porn - like it was my lot. It wasn't always easy, the hours could be rough, the post weren't always comfortable, but I loved it. I saw a lot of stereotypes come and go. These were lady friend with drug problem, pa issuing, opprobrious past times, and so on. I didn't have any of those problem. I genuinely love sex with Shirley Temple and I got paid to do it.

I did several volume of film series. It was here I used the term Afrosexual to describe myself. White Vixens marketed me as such too.

Every day, all day, was sex on film. At night it was sex with Killa'D and several different Male performers I befriended.

I striped and escorted too. I was making tons of money. I also kept this lifetime a hole-and-corner.

I went home plate for Christmas when I was 24. Bella was 20. On one of those nights, I woke up past midnight. I heard some noise coming from the kitchen. I snuck down there, tip-toeing, to see what it was.

I saw Bella being double-teamed by two Negro men in the kitchen. She was covering her lip to keep quiet.

My one-time sis married a black man. She gained a stepson. He and I had sex on social function.

All the women in my family, except perhaps for my mother, loved black cock. Still, though, I couldn't bring myself to tell them of my job. They all thought I still worked at a marketing fellowship.

I hardly ever got home much in my 20s. Filming, stripping, escorting, fucking was an everyday, no weekends, no rupture, thing.

When Bella finished college, she moved to LA and stayed with me. I was 26 and had my own house, not far from Killa'D. I can't recall how many times I was tempted to lend her into the porn industry, especially after seeing how ravenous she was with black men.

I'd come home from filming and she'd be riding a black guy on the couch, not stopping to say hi or anything.

I didn't tell her about my job, I couldn't. It was consuming me. I feared it'd do the same to her.

Sometimes, if I wasn't escorting, Bella and I would go clubbing. We'd find a couple blackened men and admit them home. We'd depend on them together.

Sometimes alcoholic drink was involved. Sometimes the men would die out. Sometimes Bella and I would still be horny. As a upshot, More secrets that only she and I know were created with each former. secret nights of passion and have intercourse developed between babe. Perhaps fitting for another story.

I was tested once a week. I was condom. But I was very, very run down.

On my 28 natal day, I worked a bachelor party. I stripped, danced, and flirted with the mordant men there. It led to a small gang bang of 10.

I got home the next morning and passed out. Bella was asleep in her bed with a dim she met somewhere. I wanted to slumber for twenty-four hour period but couldn't. I have to be at the studio soon.

White vixen started shooting girl-on-girl stuff too. I was chosen for it and added that to my job description. cunt and black stopcock was all I did for the last two yr of my life history. By the time I was 30, I needed something different.



-9-

This 20-year-old hotel employee, Dayron, really gave it to me sound. He stayed the dark with me and because he didn't have work the next day, he stayed all day and another dark. He got up the next cockcrow, got dressed for the outset time since arriving to my room, and went to work. I went to the beach again. That night Dayron came by at 10pm, when he got off, and stayed once more. He repeated this again, staying in bed with me, endlessly fucking me. Then I had to leave.

I put my two-piece back on, grabbed my bag and started walking southbound on the A1A with my thumb out.

Did working in the porn industry cut me out ? I think it did. It was nonstop. If I wasn't filming all day, I was escorting and stripping at night. The lonesome holiday, if I could even call it that, were two pal, buying me for a calendar week over the years. They took me to various tropical repair. We had sex the unanimous time, it was groovy, but again it wasn't a real vacation. I wanted to go someplace where I wasn't paid to make out. often like this hitchhiking trip. If I have sex along the way, great, but I'm not working.

I walked a few time of day along the beach highway. I heard a car, rap euphony cacophony, roll up behind me, honking the horn.

I turned around and waved. A immature Negro guy, looked out the windowpane."Hey yo ! girlfriend you need a ride ?"

I laughed internally."Hi. Yes I do."

"Aight, get in. Where you going ?"

"South. pair hour north of Miami,"I told him.

"Damn, yo, that's a long way. Shit. You paying ?"

"I can pay for gas,"I smiled. I really hoped I wouldn't have to use my Glock.

He shrugged."Can you pay with something else ?"he looked at my knocker.

I nodded, pulling my bikini top aside.

"You read my mother fuckin'mind, bitch. Get in,"he said.

I forgot about my gun, and got in.

"Yo, my name's Andre,"he shook my head.

"I'm Bea. Thanks for the ride."

"Uh huh. You gon na get to work ?"he immediately went for his cock, pulling it out.

"Wow. indisputable thing, here's the reference,"he punched it into his GPS, turned up the rap music, and I went to form sucking that total darkness pecker of his.

It took me back to all the party Killa'D would throw. I'd be fucking him and all his male child. Even Big Rascal and his posse showed up. I'd be bouncing on his pecker, while his latest single was blasting through the speakers.

Those were fun times during my porno career, but it was constant. There was no geological fault, no reprieve, unceasing work.

When I told Killa'D I wanted to hit the hay, he was saddened, but understood. He offered more than money, a new car, everything. I had my legs wrapped around him while he slammed his cock into me, telling me what he'd pass on me to make me abide. Cars, money, wearing apparel, jewelry, all of it wouldn't celebrate me on. He even offered himself, saying he'd give up all the other bloodless women he slept with in party favor of only me.

I said no thanks.

"negotiation"lasted several days in his bed. My final result was still no.

At this point, I was 30 years old, Bella had since moved out, living in a squeamish apartment a few miles away, and I just retired from the pornography industry.

There as only one thing I needed to do.

I flew to FL and lived with Old Man Hoover for the summertime.

He was getting on up in years, but I cared for him and everyone else. I never left the trailer car park. I was basically a nudist.

I made love to the forefather of my tyke every day. He never knew he got me pregnant 12 eld earlier.

That clock time with J. Edgar Hoover made me think of matter. I thought about what to do with my aliveness. Could I live a normal spirit ? Could I settle down and get married ? Maybe even have a child the right way ? I had no musical theme. But I needed and wanted to try.

I flew back to LA at the end of the summer. I made fun of myself, thinking my Costa Rican colon was stretched out inside me thanks to John Edgar Hoover's long stopcock. All that anal retentive sex with him, mmm, it was so amazing.

I had choices to make. I decided to do something that was selfish, horrible, and very poorly thought out.

I got married.

***

"Ah fuck, yeah, infant. You workin'that dick trade good !"my newest driver, Andre, told me."I'll drive yo sexy ass anywhere you want."

We were about an hour N of the drone Park. I was naked in the passenger side of Andre's car. I felt so sexy sucking his pecker with all that rap music in the background.

Andre pulled into a gas station."You gon na give me that kitty-cat when we arrive in good order ?"

I turned down the euphony."I'll give you this pussy right here, the right way now."

"Oh shit,"he said."public speaking of which, I need to take one. I'll be justly back, bitch."

I laughed, quickly put on my bikini and got out of the car.

"What you doin'?"he asked, a few moments later. I was waiting by the bathroom door behind the gas station. He arrived with the key.

"I told you, right here, right now,"I smiled.

"I know, but I got ta -"

"use up a horseshit. No pun intended, but I don't yield a diddley,"I said.

"It's going to get stank in there,"he warned.

I removed my bikini."I don't generate a shtup !"

"Fine. Get on in there. Crazy-ass beef"Andre unlocked and held the door open for me.

That young, black hoodlum must've felt like a king. He was sitting on a toilet, relaxing, doing his business, while a bloodless woman sucked his cock.

I straddled him next, sitting on his shaft while several turds dropped in the stool. I ignored the smelling and used my body for what it does best ; giving pleasure to ignominious men.

He sucked my boob while finishing up.

When he was done, I got off him, he wiped, then he turned me around and fucked me over the pot. We were in there so long an employee had to come check on us.

Andre opened the door, holding his bloomers up, handing the key to the employee. I was topless, in the outgrowth of putting my bikini top back on.

"Hello,"I said, walking by the employee.

"My boys will never believe this,"Andre said, starting his car, turning the rap music back up.

I put my seatbelt on then put my bridge player on his second joint as he drove off.

***

I met Neil Simon at the gym. I was new there. After returning to LA from my summer with Hoover, I changed a lot of things, dim-witted things. New gym, new booster, and very soon after meeting Simon, new home.

Simone was tall, not body builder muscular, but very chant, and of course, black.

He introduced himself to me. We talked, he gave me his number, and the next night he took me to dinner. I learned he was a Doctor

I didn't nap with him after the kickoff date. I told myself to waitress a bit. He was very smart, very hot ; I wanted to make a good effect. I didn't want him to think I was a adulteress. I never told him about my smut career.

I lasted until the third day before I undressed in front man of him. He smiled, scooped me up, and took me to bed.

I came hard and fast on him. It'd been around three calendar week since I returned from Hoover's. I had no sex in that timeframe. I was very shut up up.

He was holding me, playing with me hair, later on."Have you ever been with a blackness man, Bea ?"

I lied. I looked to his face, running my quarter round across his mouth and shook my head.

Herb Simon smiled,"You very skilled at, well, everything."

I couldn't Tell him. I didn't want to pall him away.

It was hot and gravid for several months. It moved incredibly fast. Simon Zelotes seemed ok with this, letting me move in with him after only three calendar month of dating.

At the six-month mark, he finished eating out my pussy and climbed on top of me, sliding his cock where his tongue was.

"Bea, will you marry me ?"Simon Zelotes asked.

I answered without thinking.

Six month later, we were naked, rolling around on a moonlit beach in Jamaica. Neil Simon sat up, holding me, kissing my boob, my cervix, my mouth, his pecker in recondite, while gently waves landed against us. We had a wonderful honeymoon.

One month later, he filled for annulment and kicked me out of his firm.

And that was that. That was that. He found out from a friend I did porn. I'm guessing they recognized me. Herbert A. Simon went berserker, calling me a liar, a whore. I sat on the bed, crying, agreeing with him.

I was too afraid to break my past times with him. I wanted to move on from it. I realize I should have been up straw man with him as it could've caused a lot of pain, time, heartache to be avoided. Yes, he would've dumped me before it got grave, but at to the lowest degree we wouldn't have gotten married.

I moved in with Bella temporarily. I didn't recount her the intellect for the annulment. She consoled me, but I knew what I really needed. Within a mate hours I booked her and myself a flight to Florida. I took her to play Hoover. She left a week later, limping and smiling, kissing everyone there goodbye. I stayed for the rest of the summer.

When I returned, I got a job working at an art drift. I moved out of Bea's to my own blank space, and focused on myself for the maiden sentence in a long time. There were no crowd bangs, no random hook shot ups every night - just me, relaxing, disbursal clock time with Bella, and making new, non-porn industry, friends.




-10-

Andre dropped me off at the entrance of Hoover's trailer park. I kissed him goodbye. As he sped off, I removed my bikini and walked naked inside.

There were a group of men in the center of attention of the green. One of them was Hoover's son - a few years elderly than me. He greeted me, the sight of a naked Caucasian woman had no effect on them. It was something they saw often.

"He's in here,"his soon motioned me to follow. I took his arm, walking by a few former Edward Douglas White Jr. fair sex, scattered about, nude, come to pay their respects.

"We couldn't afford a proper funeral. We got him in his trailer, a real courteous coffin. That's about all we could afford,"his son informed me. I felt so bad for them.

We entered the trailer and there he was, lying still in his casket. As I approached him, I struggled to suppress laughter.

"Um, what's that ?"I pointed to John Edgar Hoover's crotch. I knew what it was, but I could barely contain myself.

"The old man passed away doing what he does best, what his life aim was - pleasing a tweed cleaning lady,"his son told me.

Hoover's erection was bulging out his slacks, laying against his corporation.

"But, um, that ?"I pointed to it.

"Heh, yeah,"his son nodded."Thing must've been filled with blood when he passed, meat stopped beating, blood stopped moving around - it stayed right there. They embalmed him and here it is, still hard."

I stopped smiling."Always ready to please a white noblewoman,"I said.

"Yup. Probably at the chopper gates with that thing out and cook to go,"his son chuckled.

"May I have a moment alone ?"I asked.

"Sure, Bea, we'll be right outside,"his son left.

I straightened out J. Edgar Hoover's shirt, adjusted the collar. I thought about the commodity time the don of my child and I experienced - the Spring Breaks and summers of sex. I whispered a thank you for all the joy he gave me, for allowing me to make birth to a tike and give the tike to a deserving and loving family.

I moaned when my hand met his erection. It was hard as a sway. I wanted to say goodbye to not just Hoover, but the cat's-paw of so very much pleasure.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his morass, I pulled up his shirt, and there it was. Hoover's long, straight cock, lay still against him.

I leaned down and placed a buss on the tip. It was cold as I expected. I kissed it again. The kisses became carnal licks along the beam of light. My fingers found my button, rubbing it while kissed and licked William Hoover's shaft - one last time. I thought about climbing on top of him and making dear to his torso, cumming all over his big cock as a final exam send off. There was movement and talking right outside the lagger. I zipped up his pants, and tucked him back in, my saliva coating his dick.

I exited the trailer and found John Edgar Hoover's son. We had sex for the rest of the day and on into the night.

Several former white charwoman arrived. It led to an orgy which lasted a few days. The early womanhood left, leaving me unequalled with them all. The riot then of course became a gang bang.

All minute of the night, day, I was fucked by those men - just like when I was 18 and there for the first gear time. It was American bittersweet, the mo best pitch-black prick I've had, right behind Eric, wasn't there. We all felt his absence seizure. None of them could get as trench inside my Colon as Hoover. It was still unbelievable.

A few daytime later, I put on my Bikini. Hoover's son offered to take me to Miami. I'd stoppage there, relax, visit friends, then educate to head home to Eric. There we would talk about everything.

Before Herbert Clark Hoover's son left, I wired $ 100,000 to his bank bill. In the bank parking lot, in his car, he thanked me with his cock. I didn't know if it was enough, but I had great deal in preservation from my porn career. They could use the money to forget Hoover, maybe fix up the commons if motive be, get new vehicles, whatever they wanted.

He left and I hit the beach for a little while before checking into the hotel I reserved.

The next day, I did more of the Lapplander ; laying out, tanning, swimming. I visited a friend in the area, we went out to dinner and so on. It was all very domesticize compared to the previous layover on my trip-up.

I called to check into on Eric. He really, really missed me. He said he couldn't waiting for me to give back. I joked with him, saying he only missed my pussy, he got quiet saying that wasn't it.

I knew what he meant. I felt the Word of God on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't say them. Not yet. I was scared, I needed to think. If I was going to inscribe a life-threatening institutionalise human relationship, much less with an 18-year-old, soulmate or not, I had to do it right.

My close night in Miami I decided to go out. I went to dark lodge, in my Sami yellow dress, tits practically popping out, with the intention of having some drinks, dancing and that's about it. I had no intention of finding someone for sex.

I found somebody alright. Someone I hadn't seen since college, 14 years ago. I ran into Reymond.




-11-

He wasn't alone. He was with his married woman, the Saami college prof, that left her husband for Reymond. She was certainly older, probably pushing 50. But she and him were out there practically dry humping on the dance floor.

Then there was Reymond. Wow, he looked more muscular and better than ever. I stood watching him with his wife, my mouth hung open. tinker's damn, he looked good.

The song ended, the stopped dancing, they walked right hand by me. I was still dazed by seeing him. I snapped out of it, turned around and tapped on the shoulder.

He didn't recognize me at world-class. Maybe it was the lighting, my hair, I don't know."Reymond,"I smiled at him.

He smiled back, and erupted in laughter. He hugged me, he and his wife leading me away from the crowed.

"Bea !"he hugged me again."What are you doing here ?"

"Well, I'm just in Town, and was bored at my hotel so I came here. Then I saw you !"

"I know ! Gosh, look at you !"he beamed.

"face at you !"I swatted his huge arm. His married woman was so very golden to have a sexy, big black man. I did, for a short while - Simon, but that didn't last.

My psyche drifted to Eric succeeding. Perhaps I did have a sexy, big contraband man all to myself. I simply needed to commit and make it official.

The three of us talked on and on for a pair hr. Reymond never left Miami after college. He and his wife married a class after graduating. I told him I was in LA for a long clip and recently moved to Charleston, Confederacy Carolina of all space. I told him an older sister has a house there by the beach and invited all of us. I couldn't say no.

I told him I paid my esteem to a Friend that passed away and was hitchhiking down to do so. He scolded me, saying it was dangerous. We joked about me popping a cap in someone's ass if they tried to hurt me.

Near the end of the even, his married woman leaned over to whisper something to him."You sure ?"Reymond asked her. She nodded and smiled at me.

"Alright,"Reymond shrugged."Bea, she's going to head home. You got any plans ? We can go fascinate up."

"pinch up ?"I asked."I thought we were."

I felt a helping hand on my on forearm. His wife was staring into my eyes giving me a feel as if to say"bewitch up means something else."

"Um, uh, well, I don't know."

"Bea, if's fine,"Reymond leaned over."We're swingers."

I smiled nervously at her."Um, alright !"

***

"swinger, huh ?"I exited my hotel room, stepping out onto the balcony high-pitched up, giving Reymond a Methedrine of champagne I ordered from elbow room service.

"Yes ma'am,"He sipped the glass.

"How long ?"

"A few days. We've met many wonderful friends. I love her with all my heart, if she meets a nice guy and wants to have fun, she can. If I run into an old friend from high shoal and college, and I want to have fun, then I can."

I laughed."You certainly she doesn't mind ?"

"She doesn't. We were at the club looking for couples or new Quaker anyway. We were getting ready to leave when you tapped my shoulder."

"I see,"I sipped my wine."it's a very large shoulder, too,"I placed my deoxyephedrine down, feeling his huge muscular shoulder over his shirt.

"Thanks."

"I remember when you were a scraggy teenager, you just kept getting bigger and liberal it seems."

"Well, the gym and lots of protein helped,"he laughed."So LA huh ?"

"Yep, I worked in merchandising,"I told the the true, tempted to tell Reymond about my pornography career."Got married, didn't employment out."

"Aww, sorry to try that."

"It's amercement. You're still with your married woman. So that's good,"I said.

"Yeah. It's been difficult at times. Not because of the swinging. I really regret how it happened, but I feel like when two soulmates meet, no matter the condition, they'll be together."

"Soulmates,"I thought of Eric.

"The right thing is that her ex-husband, moved on, remarried, had kids. Around ten years ago, I found him. I apologized to him,"Reymond told me.

"Really ? He beat you up ? Not that he could, you're massive."

"Nope, no ferocity. I apologized, told him straight up it was incorrectly, and I was sorry. By that gunpoint he already remarried. He wasn't warm, he didn't judder my hand, but said thanks, it is what it is, that's how fate works sometimes."

"Wow, that was really mature of you."

"Thank you."You got a new man ?"he asked.

"form of."

"Heh, sort of ?"

"We aren't official. He's Lester Willis Young. 18."

"black ?"

"Yep."

"An one-time, sexy, cougar preying on young shameful men,"he joked.

"I didn't prey on him. I met him and something clicked."

"Maybe he's your soulmate."

"I'm not sure. I've been thinking about it, trying to figure out if we should be official and committed. I don't want to screw things up."

Reymond looked into my middle, his thumb caressed my buttock,"Still so very beautiful. Mmm, he'd be a lucky youthful man if you were his."

"Reymond,"I blushed.

He tipped my chin and slowly kissed my sass.

"Are you sure your wife is ok with this ?"I licked at his entire lips.

"Mmhmm,"he kissed me again, his sass ending over mine.

I untucked his nice shirt, worked the buttons, and ran my paw over his abs while we kissed.

"inside,"he said.

At the human foot of the bed, I watched him slowly withdraw his shirt, revealing his sexy, sinister body. I slowly pulled my dress away from my breasts, sliding it downward. I stepped forward, running a hand over his thorax, while the other worked his belt and pants.

"Still never been with a egg white man ? After all these twelvemonth ?"he asked.

"Never,"I said. I'm an Afrosexual after all.

Stepping out of his pant, his pecker as big as ever, I guided him his backbone on the bed. I kissed and licked my up his body. My mouth started at his thighs, then his magnificent pecker, I licked and kissed his abs, his bureau, my boob sliding across is perfect pitch-dark consistence. My mouth found his, his cock found my pussy and we got it on.

Slow, steamy, ongoing sex was had with Reymond - nearly 20 old age after of our elder promenade.

It all moved in slow motion. My moan were longer, his prick slid in and out of me in decelerate motion, his hand going to my breast, taking it to his lip all moving so slowly and sensually.

On my back he licked his way down to my pussy. I arched my spine, tweaking my nipples when his knife entered me, gathering up my fluids to taste. Oh fuck, my eubstance turned to liquid.

He gripped my pilus from behind me, his cock landing against my g-spot every two seconds. If he made honey to his wife like this, she was so incredibly lucky.

60 minutes later, his hand on my tummy, his cock in abstruse, my hand raking his abs as he came inside me. He fell on top of me, kissing me so slowly and sensually.

"Your married woman,"I said, catching my breather."So very lucky."

"Your man, or sort of man, he's lucky too."

I was asleep in Reymond's arm a small later.

The next dawn in the rain shower, he was holding my tits, kissing my neck while pushing his cock in deep.

"Get domicile safety. It was outstanding sightedness you,"he said, hugging me good-bye. I checked out of the hotel and Reymond's wife picked us up. She took me to a car rental place. I didn't want to hitchhike home, I wanted to drive there so I could get to Eric faster.

I was there in my other apparel, a unproblematic white one, making out with her hubby, Reymond. When our steamy kiss ended, I grabbed and kissed her softly on the brim."Thank you,"I told her for allowing a wonderful reunion with my old lover.

I got in my rental car, waved goodbye to Reymond, his arm around his wife and I drove home.




-12-

I lived in Tampa a bit before moving to Charleston. I loved the idea of me and my sisters living together in a Brobdingnagian beach theatre.

Of course, meeting Eric made things even better.

I called Bella when I pulled into the section. She and Eric were at the beach. She told me to come in get him, she'd have him ready for me.

I got out of my car and sprinted toward the sea.

Bella and Eric were standing the water supply. She was in strawman of him, her arm moving back and forth, presumably jacking him off.

I ran into the body of water, my wearing apparel still on."Out the way, kick !"I pushed my sister away and jumped in Eric's arms, kissing him like looney.

"Hey ! piece of ass you, bitch !"Bella called out to me.

Eric hoisted me up and give me over his shoulder, carrying me toward the house. I blew a smiling Bella a candy kiss.

We fucked in the threshold, we fucked in the living way, on the lounge, on the floor, we fucked on the dining room tabular array, we fucked while going up the stairs, finally, we fucked on and on and on in my bed.

We forgot to eat dinner. He missed several song from his parents. I nearly passed out from climaxing so much. When he had to pee, he scooped me up, took me to the shower, slid his stopcock out of me and relieve oneself all over me. I turned the cascade on, got back in his arm, and we kept fucking.

He called his parents back, telling them he was ticket, that he lost cart track of meter playing picture secret plan at a friend's. He told them he was invited to remain the night, they said that was delicately. We kept on piece of tail.

Night fell, hr past, midnight arrived, the moonshine made its way across the sky. We kept fucking.

Dawn arrived. We climaxed in each other's arms. I rolled off him, a soaking wet, sweaty mess, ineffective to speak or act.

He had a petite amount of strength left. Just enough to tell me something. In a muted whisper in my ear Eric said,"I love you."

I could've cried, but was too exhausted. I used the last bit of get-up-and-go in me to smile and close my centre.

***

Here I am, the next day. Eric went home, hung out with his parents after a few hour nap, yadda yadda yadda, he snuck back over here last night.

We didn't have sex all nighttime. We couldn't ; too sore and tired from the late night. We took our sentence, took it slow, licked everywhere, every inch of one another, and we talked. We talked a lot.

Naked, in his arm, I told him I loved him too. I told him about luxuriously school, college, Hoover, having a child, moving to LA. I told him all about my hitchhiking trip. Then I told him I was a porn principal for seven, long year. He laughed, saying that was awesome.

"No wonder, you so good working my pecker, girl !"He laughed and squeezed me tight. I thought it was because he was a young, 18-year-old, that thought the idea of being with a former smut star was cool. Either way, he was hunky-dory with it.

I told him almost all of my secrets. Except one, the one only Bella and I part. Maybe in due meter, in the thick of a passionate threeway perhaps, her and I worshipping his organic structure, it'd slip out. Maybe he'd be able to figure out that her and I are very close indeed.

Then we got severe. I told him I loved him again. He said he considered not going to college, just moving in with me. I advised against that, saying I'd sojourn him often. We talked about our feelings, how we felt a soulmate connectedness.

Losing my virginity to Reymond, Marquis being my high school sweetie and dumping me, meeting Hoover and the entire trailer park - none were as adept as Eric.

My first boss, Jerome, in LA, Big scalawag and all his boys, all the pro jock I escorted and of course, Killa'D and the countless porn stars I worked with - non were as great as Eric.

Even my ex-husband Simon, along with the recent sexual meeting. Camping with Willie, the five-day Dayron fuck fest in Jacksonville, big dicked strong-armer, Andre - none were as pure as Eric.

I'm sitting on top of Eric now, tickling him wake up. He opens his eyes and smiles at me. I lean down, lovingly looking to his face, my breasts mashing against his chest. It's the grimace of a man I'm in making love with, who I want to be with, who I want to belong to to, hopefully forever.

I notice his auricle are the same shape as mine. His eyes look a little like mine too. His Chin and jawline look like something I've seen before - perhaps on an Uncle long ago.

I kiss his lips. Is he my long deep in thought child I gave up for espousal ? Am I his mother ? Did I just so happen to incite here, meet him, and get romantically involved with the grown child Herbert Clark Hoover gave me at age 18 ?

I am 36 now, 18 yr elderly than Eric. I giggle, kissing his sassing over and over. He sits up, kissing me laborious, holding me.

If Eric is my son, I don't care.

The end .