When I was untried back in the 1980's and 1990's, I was a main drawing card on the stages of the nightspot in this country. One of the very few Patrick White girl who would dance where mostly black charwoman would shake their mammilla. I made my clappers though. Made them by sucking and fucking lots and mountain of large nigrify ivory, before, after, and sometimes even during my appearance. I even belong to the queen of Spades club, with the total darkness spade tattoo with the Q in the heart of it and everything on my leftover ankle.

At 5'6"132 lbs. ( although in my heyday I was a sylphlike 113 lbs. ) milky bloodless skin and long bleak hair down my back that I usually keep tied up in a ponytail I stand out in this place like a white goose feathering in a megabucks of black ostrich plumes. My bosom are sizeable, not too big but not even close to belittled, and the rest of my figure has gotten nice and curvy as I've gotten older.

And that figure is accented greatly each day by a wardrobe that is sluttier than that of a vernacular street walker. I don't even own a distich of pants or any bras or pantie at all and haven't for geezerhood. Life has to the highest degree definitely been interesting. A life that has been dedicated to black men and lots of them.

At the beginning it wasn't what I had planned for my life though. Like most middle-class Andrew Dickson White girls growing up in the mid-west I was brought up with the focused 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 insular schooltime which included Sundays and of course of instruction every summer there were bible camps. religious belief 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 puritan that they always thought that I was though. I had boyfriends as early as eleven years old, and would hook around with them every fortune I got. I lost my virginity in 8th grade when I was fourteen and my boyfriend at the prison term Tommy and I fucked almost every other day for a good six 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 have destroyed them. Fortunately, they both passed away in the first few eld of it all after I left home for college.

When I finished the 12th grade back in former 1982, I was smart enough to secure myself a prissy niggling college scholarship at a esteemed but lesser known Christian school. The merely 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 license to get out my hometown of Sam Adams, Wisconsin.

At the time, I thought I really had achieved something, not knowing that Brewton Dorothy Parker College was giving out eruditeness like candy then because of an strange membership effort. It didn't thing either way because I only lasted eight months as a Brewton Charlie Parker Baron. I had with early things on my mind. Here is how it all began.

It was September 1982 ; a assuredness fall day and the twist briskly blew the falling leaves 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 plate from my work as a bank clerk. This particular proposition day I was especially happy because in less than a week's time I would finally be starting my first year of college.

I had only been living in Mount Vernon, Peach State for about three weeks, and it took all the money that I had left in my savings account to get myself down here but I did it. I didn't qualify for a dorm room at the college, so I got myself a nice little apartment and a swanky little bank clerk's job at Dollar superior general to pay for the rent. Not too shabby for an freelance 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 mean about. On this special day I was wearing a white and Shirley Temple Black dame and perspirer set with solid white leotards and the aforementioned black pump. I was carrying a sociology text book that I just bought and was reading it during my lunch breakout that day.

Getting acclimated to the area proved to be an mundane learning experience. The way that I was walking home each day from work was now blocked by building. So, I had to notice a different way rest home. Somewhere along the descent I ended up walking further away from my apartment and subsequently…I got lost. I ended up in an fresh job territorial dominion walking alongside a bombastic un-mowed field that had a set of railroad rails on the other side of it. The street was virtually vacant, and evenfall was fast approaching.

All alone in an nameless township I started to get a petty bit concerned about being out past dark. I saw a side of meat street up ahead which would take me over the trail and onto another main drag. Or so I thought. I decided to take that and get to the other incline. There seemed to be more than lights over there but it was just a false belief. I ended up on a often darker route that didn't have any household or buildings, just the tracks on one position and woods on the early. Maybe if I walked a little faster I could get through it all.

It was starting to get a little chilly so I pulled my perspirer a little more than closed as I walked on. Up ahead I noticed a light that looked like a fire burning in the 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 middle of nowhere and I come across thugs ’. It didn't take long for them to discover 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 take the air and kept a all-encompassing space trying to get around him. The man got closer to me and now was standing about 20 human foot in battlefront of me on the road causing me to stop walking altogether. This was a pivotal point of my younker. I suppose that you could argue that if I had just turned around and walked away from him maybe my life would receive gone down a different itinerary. Or maybe they would have chased me, I mean how was I to sleep together what was going to happen here.

Years later in hindsight I dispute the notion that anything different from what was about to go on was never going to. I'm a firm worshipper in destiny and I believe that BBC was going to be a big part of me sooner or later. That big bright smile on his aspect made him look kind of cute. Very marvelous, very fit, and his Joseph Black hide was a nice mocha coffee color, not too light not too shadow. He looked like he was waiting for an response to his question….so, I answered him.

Shannon :"I'm just trying to get abode. 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 dark men now were in the street too standing beside the early man. The three of them looked to be in their late twenties or at least in their thirties. All three were easily over six foot marvelous and a good deal taller than my tiny 5'6"frame.

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

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

Shannon :"Yes, Wisconsin. I don't follow sports though."

Red :"missy you about sack up across town from Connell Street."

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

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

Red :"I don't have sex how, just telling you that you is…. shag this jack I'm cold ! You motherfuckers wan na place upright out here flapping with this little Patrick Victor Martindale White bitch go rightfield ahead !"

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

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

Lucas :"Naw Red's just a chronic SOB. Lookit, it's low temperature out and you really shouldn't be walkin'out here alone in the dark. Why don't you come over by the flaming for a bit and get yourself warmed up a bit ? And maybe we can fancy out a way to help you out."

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

Claude Elwood Shannon :"O.K., maybe for a piffling bit. It IS a chilly dark. My epithet is Shannon by the way."

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

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

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

I followed George Lucas to the fire and didder all of their hands. The flame was burning in an old black oil drum that was cut in half the longways and was filled with outgrowth and leaves and early kindling from the surrounding woodwind instrument. From this vantagepoint the road that I just left was barely visible which made me think that if there wasn't a fire burning at the stake I probably wouldn't have seen these men standing here. Lucas was a smooth talker. Initially I thought that he was their leader but that wasn't the case as I soon found out. He was the sweetest of the three of them though and that grin 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 study and I was trying to find my flat which is on Connell Street. I'm from Wisconsin and I'm going to start school here adjacent workweek. I don't know the region very well and there was some construction blocking the way I usually go. I must receive walked the wrong way somehow. I don't suppose either of you could get me or maybe I could use your sound to call a cab ?"

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

Shannon :"fountainhead, I'm currently kind of strapped for money. I still haven't take my world-class paycheck and the money my Fatherhood 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 a lot are we talking about anyways ?"

The completely metre I was talking to Lucas, I could feel the other two men staring at me from behind. The chick I was wearing ended just above the knees, and underneath the Stanford White clitoris up sweater I was only wearing a total darkness lacey bra and I'm sure that in the brilliance of the blast my titty, which are hefty C's, were beginning to reveal my hard pap through the squiffy cloth of my perspirer. I tried to cover them with my folded arms to no avail.

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

Red :"Yeah, if we had a place you think we'd be out here in the motherfucking woods standing around a fire ?"

Andrew :"Ohhh shit."

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

Lucas put his hand on my shoulder 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 book binding which made me bend quickly and promote it back down. It was Red with a creepy scowl on his typeface. I scolded him with anger which did nothing to change that ugly shivery scowl and he retorted with a gravelly voiced reply.

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

Red :"Take it loose gripe ! Never got me some white-hot snatch before ! You don't need no fucking money ! I suppose I wouldn't creative thinker escortin'you home if we could get a little bit of what's under that pretty piffling wench. You dig ?"

I was shocked. How did this altogether thing pervert into such a wild proposition ? Never in my wildest resourcefulness was I expecting either of these men to utter something so lewd. I suppose I was being a bit naïve, I mean they weren't civilized people. At least to the degree that I was accustomed to. Still though, as confused as I was, a piffling bit of electric 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 black men, or even the thoughts of sex with them, it's just something that I never had done. Never thought about it either. My gist started to thump immobile and all I could think about was that I should probably quickly get out of there before this whole thing got spoiled. I continued yelling at Red.

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

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

Shannon :"Fuck you ! blackamoor asshole !"

St. Andrew :"No fuck you ! You cracker ass cunt !"

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

Shannon :"Eat shit."

I started to power manner of walking back up to the route in ire to bequeath these black pigs. It was now darker out and the street lights were coming on but they were few and very far between on that particular desolate route. This was the country after all, and the whole side of the road, the railroad track running English 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 tally on happened as I stood there deciding which way to go. I heard a weird sensual audio coming from the woodwind instrument. It was shuddery sounding, like a wildcat or something. There was no way I was going to walk alone in the nighttime if there was a beast out here. I was terrified. Suddenly returning to the three Negro men and their fire quickly became my only option. I was scared and I was getting cold again. I could sense the night getting older and my options of getting home in one piece, at to the lowest degree to my frightened mentation, was dwindling in odds.

That fear over rid my anger and I started to talk myself into the matters at hand. ‘ Who cares if they are rough ?'I asked myself. ‘ They still let me get quick, didn't they ?'Still though, they were asking me for sex. And sex with all three of them too. Could I possibly do that ? The thoughts of taking their black shaft between my legs made my pussy scratch line to involuntarily dribble into my panties.

I then, with no falsifiable or believable data, suddenly felt convinced that maybe I could get off well-fixed if I just offered to give them all blowjobs. I've given mickle of blowjob before and it was something that I really did like doing. Sure, I'd never sucked a shameful turncock before but it was all just skin. I mean, we're all humans. small did I know what I was talking myself into.

Determined, I turned around and walked back towards the black men and their glaring flaming. I had gotten a good fourscore to a hundred yards away in my wild 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 cold unaccepting welcome.

Andrew :"Oh…you comin'back now ?"

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

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

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

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

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

The two early guy looked at Red. Everything was tranquillize for a good ten seconds before Red started laughing which made the other two laugh too. They laughed for a unspoiled two minutes before Red returned to our conversation.

Red :"Oh you think it's that gentle huh ? Uh uhhh ! Listen up ! cause right here's how it's gon na go ! The price for an minute of standing by our fervor is a blowjob. But if you want anything beyond that which includes getting you home, then you know what we want."

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

Red :"Listen girl, none of us hafta freeze. All our fucking peter are frigidity 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 head, but it was too cold for clear and rational thought. I decided to go into my blow job sales pitch again and added something to it.



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

Red :"Oh fuck no ! This 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 serve you get home…. that toll is pussy. And it's non-negotiable."

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

Red :"Inflation beef ! My time is worth money !"

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

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

Red :"Uh uhhh ! defrayment in fully up front."

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

Red :"bitch ain't nobody comin'‘ troll here at this meter of night ! Now, I'm getting a niggling upset ! The more you stall the more I'm gon na old salt up my cost. Or you can just get the fuck out of here ! Right now ! So, what's it gon na be ?"”

My toes were starting to get coldness as I rubbed my hired man together trying to get my finger warm. Blow line of work for 30 instant near the fire or I'd have to collapse up my puss if I wanted to get rest home. And if I didn't make my conclusion soon who knows what this guy would ask for future. I thought of just leaving again but another howl from whatever was in the woods was heard again and it sounded closer which strangely made St. Andrew 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 asking which made me a bit unquiet. As I walked closer to them Lucas found a big discarded spell of cardboard and put it on the ground next to the oil drum. I read his mind and then knelt down on my genu on it with the fire at my back and the three men unzipped in front of me and pulled out their fatal peckers. I never saw a melanize member up front and personal before. They were kind of big and a bit smelly as they dangled there together in front of my face.

The sizing of them were all braggart than any member that I ever touched or saw. Andrew was the wide-cut one, about seven inches wide around and a estimable nine in long. His orchis were pissed and high. Red's peter was the darkest and the hairiest. It was sebaceous looking and it hung about ten inches in length with a big saggy hairy ball sack. Lucas was obvious the youngest guy there and his tool was the neat looking and the tenuous. It was the scant too about eight and a half inches in length, but still bigger than anything I'd ever handled before.

I decided to go all in and I put Andrew in my mouthpiece first and could hardly get my oral fissure around it. He stretched my cheeks and throat open as he pushed himself deeper into my expression. With my hands I began to jerk off the early two and I worked my tongue expertly on the bottom of Saint Andrew's shaft. I could palpate their hammer growing in my mouth and between my fingers as they randomly began taking turns between my lips and hands. My fingers started to warm up and the passion from the fire behind me was very toasty to say the least. They fucked my mouth for a good piece before ‘ Ringleader Red'took charge.

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

Saint Andrew :"Hell yes ! metre to pay the genus Piper. I can't waiting to be up in that shit !"

They all backed away from me and allowed me to stand back up. I looked into their eyes for a few instant then I removed my shoes and reached under my skirt to rip down my tights. I pulled them all the way down to my ankle joint then took them completely off. I then pulled my panties off and put my horseshoe back on my foundation. I could feel the cool air quickly drafting up my bird chilling my ass and legs. The whole time, the three of them stood there watching me and pulling on their incision waiting patiently.

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

Red :"Man, all we want is access code to some pussy. curve over bitch !"

I smirked at his crudeness and then positioned myself sideways by the flame and then deform down jutting my ass in the neighborhood of Red's crotch. The other two men crowded their cock by my brass and I took Lucas into my backtalk again. As I jerked and sucked Lucas and Saint Andrew I felt Red behind me lifting my skirt up onto my back and then I felt his finger rubbing my pussy backtalk and jutting in and out of my puss hole.

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

I felt Red's cock headspring pushing into me splitting my vulva apart like a baseball bat pushing through an airless birthday balloon. As he pushed slowly in and out each time getting Sir Thomas More of his nine inches into me, my twat began to lubricate him and the initial pain sensation started to sink. I popped my mouth off of Andrew's prick and put my top dog down near his human knee overcome with the impaling I was receiving.

Shannon :"Ohhhhh ! Ohhhhh ! It's big ! Oh yes ! piece of tail ! Ohhhhh ! It's sooo big ! Uuhhhh ! ! !"

Red :"That's it you little white whore ! necessitate it all ! get all my shit now !"

He grabbed my articulatio coxae and started to labour his hot meat dagger into me cryptic, punishing, and faster. I felt like I was going to snuff it out. Andrew suddenly lifted my head up with a handful of my yearn sinister fuzz in his fist and jammed his cock back into my mouth. I was now being fucked at both remnant. Each time Red plowed into me my physical structure 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 Saint Andrew get into position as Lucas directed my head to his own peter. Saint Andrew jammed the whole length of his wide nine incher into me all the way to his balls which stung like hell.

Claude Elwood Shannon :"Owwwwwww ! Go easy dearest. Hey ! Go easy !"

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

Andrew :"AHHHH ! AHHHH ! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !"

Now it was Lucas'turn. George Lucas got his whole eight-inches into me with ease while I licked the juices clean from Andrew and Red. Lucas didn't shoemaker's last long. He pulled out and I quickly turned around and he shot his pasty hot incumbrance right into my lip. The heavy salty taste was not what I had expected. It was very tasty to say the least.

They each took another turning fucking my puss. I came another three times total and took another two rafts deep into my uterus, and swallowed another salty discharge. It was a in force two minute of fucking from offset to cease. A lot better than I expected it was going to be. These three men just opened up a Pandora's box of delight and I was thankful for it.

I slid my scanty back on expertly under my skirt and up around my broken torso. I watched the men putting their giant star cocks back into their trouser and a sudden intuitive feeling of absence seizure came over me. It was like I was missing getting fucked by their cocks already which at that present moment was nix but weird to me. Years later, I would know of that feeling very well because it's all a role of what is known as shameful cock dependance. An addiction that can only be satisfied by getting fucked by to a greater extent black cock. We stood around the fire quietly for another fifteen to twenty minutes before finally Red spoke up.

Red :"Alright, I suppose we right 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 lightlessness dick dicking that I just received. I felt the cum dripping out of my pussy and sticking to my underwear as I walked slowly behind the three men. I was still turned on and weirdly felt a craving to ingest some more mordant dick. We walked for a honest three minutes and then I saw another road through the trees. When we walked through the clearing I started laughing in disbelief.

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

Andrew :"Yeah. We knew."

Claude Elwood Shannon :"Son of a bitch !"

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

The following morning, my doorbell was ringing over and over again. I was only asleep for about three time of day and when I jumped up from my bed my adrenaline shot sky high and my marrow started pumping fast. It's a weird notion being top-notch tired and having your blood pumping fast both at the like time.

I was only wearing a short jersey that ended just after my ass cheeks. Had I found my charge I may have put on my robe or a pair of pants, but instead I just groggily stumbled to the door and opened it. Standing before me stood a big muscular shirtless black man that I had never seen before. He looked to be about 30 and a bit tattered wearing only cutoff drawers and sneakers. I was still trying to wake myself up.

Claude Shannon :"Can…can I help you ?"

Reece :"Yo man the gens is Reece.

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

Reece :"Sure am ! My boy Red said that the ovalbumin bitch who lives here will sleep together a nigga for some money. Said you were looking for some scratch for school day and some cocksucker. Is you that white kick ?"

I moved my hair from my leave alone 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 pussy were disputing that thinking though. Confused, I tried to answer all three prison term at once.

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

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

Claude Shannon :"What are you doing ?"

Reece :"Alright bitch listen ; I already put a down requital on that fucking slit, and I'm fixing to fuck it hard and tenacious right now ! I suggest you wake the fuck up and put those ramification up and do whatever the fuck it is you do to get ready, cause we gon na jazz !"

His shouting shocked me into full phase of the moon knowingness. I obediently raised my shaky legs up in the air and my tee shirt rode up and revealed my naked pussy to the orotund black man. The bed shook a picayune and I bounced around a bit as he crawled up between my legs and placed his heavy black botch by my kitty yap. The pressure as began pushing the head teacher of it into me was painful.

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

It hurt so much. His pecker was easily 12 inches long and about six inch wide around. It took a serious ten minutes for him to even do work the head of it full into me. My toes curled and my back arched as the behemoth of a man poked and prodded his horse rooster through my physical structure with heady abandon.

With the magnanimous mushroom head finally inside, he pushed my legs further up and apart with his big broad shoulders and pumped in and out of my sore smashed twat with power. Every three minutes after that he was able to drive another column inch deeper, and when he pried open my cervix I felt like I was giving birth and I came hard again.

Faster and faster he pumped. My legs began to feel numb and my physical structure felt like it was splitting into two objet d'art. It was like off shore oil production. That's the only way I can consider to describe it. When I felt his ball sac smacking against my ass I knew that he had all XII inches in my cunt and I came hard again for a third time.

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

Reece stabbed me with his giant black-market dagger for a patch longer in that position before suddenly and without warning he pulled it completely out making a enceinte audible popping racket. He then roughly yanked me up from the bed by my sleeve and turned me around on all quaternity then jammed that huge putz of his back into my spasming and dilated peeing slot.

Another fifteen minutes of doggy and I heard him roar and I felt the veins in his dark bat contract and thrash then I felt his hot sperm flooding my pussy like a fire hose. 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 fucking of my biography !"

Reece :"cunt I went easy on you ! Next time we gon na off-white for hours !"

I turned around to find out this giant black specimen get dressed and put his elephantine substance weapon away in his shorts. When he was done dressing, he pulled a ten dollar sign bill out of his pocket and threw it on my night table. I felt a bit infract even though I felt I should be paying him after the ass that I just got.

Shannon :"Ten dollar bill ? That's all I'm worth ?"

Reece :"baby, that's the price I was quoted. L bucks. I gave 40 to Red, and he told me to give you the other ten."

Ten dollars ? I felt like such a whore. It didn't bother me as much as it should've though. I watched him take the air out and then turned my body on my side and fell asleep after I heard my front door shut. I slept soundly in that position until I was awakened by my ringing doorbell again. I rolled over and looked at my clock and it read 3:57pm. ‘ At to the lowest degree I got some nap'I thought. I crawled out of bed, still wearing only the t-shirt and walked to my presence door. When I opened it there was two Sir Thomas More black guys with brightly grinning on their faces.

Claude Shannon :"Come on in guys. contact me in the bedroom, I've got to pee first."

I flushed my toilet and when I got in my bedroom both men were already defenseless 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 putz easily into my vagina. Then from behind, I felt the other man pushing his hammer alongside his buddy's hammer. I've never had two turncock in my pussy before but after the boning I got from Reece I was well accommodating.

The two of them pumped me for a expert one-half 60 minutes before filling my pussy with cooccurring sticky black encumbrance. I came around their hammer just after that and we all screamed in X. They both then crawled off of my bed and they got dressed. Two more ten-dollar bills were tossed onto my night stand.

Claude Shannon :"Wait…What are your public figure ?"

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

They both smiled and then left. A few hours later another man rang my bell. His figure was Eddie. We boned for a estimable 45 minutes before he sprayed his hot load all over my face. When he left I got up and took a immediate rain shower to clean myself up a bit. I then put on a pair of smutty stockings with a garter bash but nothing else. I wrote a note that read : ‘ Come on in, I'm in my sleeping accommodation'and then went and taped it to my front end door and left the threshold unlocked.

Shortly after that another three guys showed up. It went like this day-after-day and it seemed like it was interminable. I didn't leave my flat at all the unit first gear week of it all missing four days of work. I eventually didn't need the teller's job so I ended up quitting it. Didn't have time to work anyways. The only meter it was placid and I could roost was on the overnights. As soon as it was daylight it started up again though. Every time my doorbell would ring there would be one or two black guy rope out there looking to fuck my pussy.

One time there was even five guy cable waiting there and that was when I finally had to open up my asshole for business. That seance lasted four hours and those five guys fucked all three of my fuck maw triple penetrating my body over and over again. Ladies if you've never been triple teamed by three large calamitous shaft over and over again, then you truly never have lived.

When it was clip for schoolhouse to come out, I struggled hard to keep up with college life. I tried but I missed a lot of mean solar day and failed a few assignments. All I had was blackamoor gumshoe on my mind. I started dressing more provocatively and the tone I got from the Christian crowd in school, especially the teacher, was that of utter hatred. I felt myself despised by everyone there so I finally quit after only eight months.

Each man that showed up to my house would exit a ten-dollar Federal Reserve note on my night stand. I started to write their names in a notebook and in my first thirty sidereal day I made a amount of $ 480. That's 48 Shirley Temple dick in a month's metre. It doesn't auditory sensation like lots but in 1981 it was pretty good money.

One day shortly after quitting school, my regular guys that were showing up to screw me all of a sudden started leaving $ 50 on my nightstand. When I asked the third guy that day why I was getting Thomas More money he said that Red was stabbed in some drug miscommunication and had died two days before. They still wanted to lie with me and George Lucas told them to just feed me the full $ 50 from now on. For some intellect I didn't smell bad for Red and in sentence was actually beaming that he was gone.

Andrew and Lucas even came by a few multiplication and Reece and his monstrous abnormally big python visited once about every ten to twelve days. With the extra money I was getting I was able to buy a piece of shit car to get around in, and I started to make up a bit of a reputation as the pretty Edward D. White girl from Connell Street who fucked any black cock for money.

I didn't period until I moved in with Reece for a while and he fucked me exclusively but that lasted only four month. He got me meaning during that time and we decided after a hanker argumentation that neither of us wanted a child 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 impress to Atlanta, which I did, and I built up a new patronage of black cocks. I met this other Edward White girl named Rhonda who loved fucking Black men too and we moved in and worked together for a long piece. Rhonda was a bit chunky but the guys really loved her big ass. It was during this time that I went and got the queen mole rat of spades tattoo on my articulatio talocruralis. 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 different shameful guys.

Rhonda hooked me up with this guy named Cheekie John Luther Jones, and I fast became a fellow member of the Cheekie Queens. Cheekie owned a airstrip club that was frequented by black men and I began stripping every nighttime there. During the day hours, I kept fucking my Black ‘ client'and kicking up to Cheekie. I gained a fast notoriety as a black dick only whore and my purulent kettle of fish was well look for after.

Now-a-days, with Cheekie and Rhonda long gone, I'm more of a free agent again which is more my speed at my age. It's always funny to see the smile form on a guy's facial expression when he gets between my stage and starting time sees the bedazzling CJ tattoo located above my pussy. It's usually followed by this exchange.

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

Shannon :"Sure was."

Random Shirley Temple Guy :"Damn ! You must be good !"

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

Sometimes I think about what my animation 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 highschool paying job and got married to some niggling dick ashen sissy. Something Tell me that my felicity would be non-existent. At least to the horizontal surface that it is now.

The End .