She drove us over to her house, where no one was at home. We went inside. As soon as i got into her house, she turned around, pushed me up agianst the door, and started kissing me. We where grinding our bodies up agianst each other really hard. Pretty soon, our clothes just started falling off, or so it seemed. She stuck her thigh into my pussy, and started rubbing it up agianst it. It felt so good, I started moaning loudly. After about 2 minutes of that, I finally had an orgasm, it came hard, with me screaming "Oh fuck, i'm fucking cumming all over your fuking leg, fuck me harder Racheal, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

She let me come down from my high, and led me up to her room. I pushed her down on her bed, and started sucking her off. Her pussy tasted so good. She was rithing on the bed, and it was amazing to have that kind of power over her. I started teasing her, before she grabbed to fist fulls of my hair, and pushed me into her cunt, yelling "Fucking eat my pussy bitch!" I didn't need a second bidding. Pretty soon, she was bucking her hips, screaming like a mad woman. "Oh fuck yeah, suck that cunt!! Oh god, I'm gonna cum in your fucking mouth!!! OHHHHHH FFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!!" She let her pussy juices squirt into my face. After that, i moved up, and let her lick my face clean of her juices. We just laid there for the rest of the day, fondling each other.

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The bus dropped us off in the parking area and was to return to pick us up about five hours later. Everyone carried a lunch and anything else they might need in a back pack. We hiked off up the trail and I was amused, as always, by how quickly some of the boys got winded. I always chided them about playing too many video games instead of pursuing some physical activity. At 34, I'm in pretty good shape from having spent a lot of time in the outdoors.

We first saw the young men about two miles into the woods. While I didn't like the way they smirked while looking at us, I wasn't worried. But they appeared again about half a mile further on, this time directly in front of us.

The taller one grinned and asked, "Out hiking, huh?", which I thought was a dumb question. It was pretty obvious what we were doing

"Yes," I nodded, "I'm a teacher and this is my science class."

"Cool!" he laughed, which for some reason made me uncomfortable. But my discomfort became outright fear when he removed his hand from his jacket pocket. He had a gun. He dangled it casually, pointing it at the ground.

"Whats that for?" I asked, trying to sound calmer than I felt.

"Target shootin'....and stuff," he said slowly and ominously.

"Well, " I said in my best teacher's voice, "I wish you'd put it away. It's dangerous."

"Yeah? Well, maybe there's things that I wish you would do!"

I tried to ignore him. Turning to my students, I said, "Class, turn around. We're going to take a different trail."

"Take your clothes off, teacher!" the guy said from behind me.

"What? I will not!"

He raised the pistol, pointing it in my general direction. "Ok," he giggled nastily, "Then maybe your students can help" He pointed the gun at Josh, a boy standing just behind me, "You! Take her shoes and socks off!"

Josh looked at me. I just gave a quick nod. He removed my shoes and socks as I put one hand against his shoulder to balance myself.

"Now, you," he said to the next boy, "Take off her blouse!" I stood still as the boy unbuttoned my blouse and, red-faced, took it off. I wished I'd worn a sports bra that covered more of my breasts. I was very conscious of my 34D's bulging from the top of the bra I wore.

I just stared straight ahead as the next boy pulled down my jeans, showing my blue semi-bikini panties.

"Ok, honey, take the teacher's bra off!" He was talking to Melanie, one of the girls. She shook her head, but he waved the gun menacingly and she stepped forward. Without looking me in the eye, she unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. The spring air felt cool against my bare nipples.

"Whoa! Nice tits you got, teacher!" he laughed.

I was almost grateful the next student he chose was Becky, the only other girl. As she came up to me, I said, "Please, leave me some decency!" But he just smiled cruelly. I felt Becky hook her thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pull them down my legs.

I was nude in front of my class.

"Well, what do ya know? Teacher ain't a natural blonde!" he smirked. He was referring to the dark brown color of my pubic hair which contrasted with the blonde hair on my head.

He turned his attention to the class. "Ok, we don't want the teacher feeling all self-conscious! Everybody strip!"

The students just looked at each other uncomfortably. "Now!" the man barked, raising the gun. The kids began undressing. Becky and Melanie looked like they were about to cry.

The boys were the first to be naked. I tried not to look as penis after penis was exposed. I was shocked and scared as I saw that at least three of the boys had erections and others were semi-hard. Melanie was down to her panties and Becky still had her bra and panties on.

With an obvious effort, Melanie pulled her panties off, showing a neatly trimmed triangle of light brown hair. Then Becky, blushing deeply, took off her bra, freeing her large breasts. Nearly all the boys were looking at the girls now. Becky pulled down her panties and I saw that she was completely shaved.

"Ok, everybody this way!" he said, pointing up the path. We marched up the path naked, leaving our clothes behind. Fortunately, the path was covered in a thick blanket of pine needles so being in our bare feet was no problem. We walked about a hundred yards to where the path widened into a clearing.

"C'mere teacher" the guy with the gun ordered. I hesitated, but then walked over to him. "Get down on your knees!" I obeyed and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. "Suck it!" he demanded. I heard one of the girls gasp.

I let him stick his cock in my mouth. It was about the size of my husband's. He handed the gun to his buddy so he could hold the sides of my head and pump my face. "Oh yeah! You do that good!" he said, pumping faster. Soon, I felt and tasted his load spurting into my mouth and down my throat. I jerked away and he squirted in my face and on my breasts. I hadn't even finished wiping off my chin when his friend grabbed my head and forced my mouth onto his penis. I heard Melanie say "No, Don't!" I was able to see out of the corner of my eye that James was pushing her down on the ground. By the time the guy came in my mouth, James was on top of Melanie, his hips pumping wildly as he raped her. Becky watched in horror, knowing her turn would come soon.

I was hauled to my feet, cum running down my chin. One of them took my over to a nearby tree and slung me belly down over a low branch. My feet barely touched the ground.

"Ok, " he yelled, "You guys line up! Each of you gets some from teacher!"

I thought of my husband. "Please, no!" I begged.

I felt someone seize my hips and let out a gasped "OH!" as his cock thrust into me. He pumped hard and deep, caring only for his own ejaculation and soon I felt him spurting inside me. The second boy entered me, then the third, and the fourth....

I don't know how many times I was fucked before I just gave in, but suddenly I stopped fearing the penetration. I'm sure the boy was surprised when his teacher started pushing back against him, moaning, "Yes, yes, fuck me!" I came so hard that I thought I'd cry.

The branch was rubbing painfully against my tummy so I got down off it and laid on my back in the soft pine needles. I spread my legs invitingly, drawing up my knees and planting the soles of my feet on the ground. A boy literally pounced on me and I reached down and guided his prick into me. My hips bucked as I had another orgasm with him.

The next boy mounted me and no sooner was he in me than someone was turning me onto my side. I felt another cock being pushed up my ass. They pumped me back and forth between them. They filled me so completely that I peed all over the boy who was up my cunt, but he didn't seem to mind.

I lost count of how many times they had me, but finally they seemed to have had enough. Both girls had also been fucked multiple times. As I struggled to my feet, I saw the guy with the gun on the other side of the clearing, fucking Becky. Melanie lay on her stomach, the crack of ass filled with white cream.

I saw James talking to the other guy who had forced all this to happen. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I saw them give each other the 'high five' as if in victory. I knew then that James had been involved in planning all this.

A couple of the boys helped me to my feet, looking like they felt a little guilty. By the time I straightened up, both men had vanished. Becky was getting to her feet, cum dripping from her open cunt. "They just took off into the woods," she said.

We walked back to our clothes. Fortunately, a few of us had towels in our backpacks but they were barely adequate for cleaning ourselves up. The girls and I seemed to have a gallon of cum up our cunts and asses. We did the best we could and then got dressed. I walked back to the parking area with a limp because my pussy hurt.

With that many people involved, I had to report what had happened. I was re-assigned to another school in the district and the school distrtict administration managed to keep the incident out of the papers. Although I was sure James was involved I had no proof. I said the boys had been forced to rape me at gunpoint. The girls claimed only the two guys had fucked them even though boys in the class had them too.

My husband was understanding, even after we found out I was pregnant. Becky is too. She and I are due on the same day of course. I've decided to keep the baby but she'll give hers up for adoption.

Of course, my husband might not be so understanding if he knew that I still meet with a few of the boys.........

let me describe what my girl friend looks like before i go any further. She is about 5 1 brown hair 34 c tits and a nicely shaven pussy. Now my self am about 6 1 captain of the freshman basketball team. i am dark complected with a 7 in half inch cock when hard.

now back to my story. So then she asked if i would like to suck on her feet. I told her i would love it. So i started pullin off her socks and sliding her big toe down my mouth and twirling it in my mouth. then i started putting my tounge in between her toes and she was getting very turned on by this. Then she started unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down my briefs. She started sucking on my cock like there was no tomorrow. then she sat up and asked if this is how she does it. She put her feet on my cock and started rubbing them together up and down and it was turning me on more than anything we have ever done. I told her that is exactly how u do it. I was trying my hardest to not cum all over the place. So then after about 15 minutes of her feet i told her i was ready to fuck the shit out of her pussy and ass. So she got up and bent over the couch and i started to stick my dick in her pussy and fuck the shit out of her. She was moaning and groaning loud as she ever has before. Then she told me she was ready to cum to i kept fucking her as hard as i could. Then after she cummed all over my dick i pulled out and started shoving it up her virgin ass hole and she loved it. She just kept on cumming. Then i told ehr i was ready to cum and pulled it out of her ass and told her i wasnted to cum on her feet. She raised her little bitty feet up and i cummed all over them for like 2 minutes straight. She then told me she wanted me to lick my cum off of her feet. I told her i would lick some of it off but not all of it as if i havent ever tasted my own cum. But deep down inside i knew i loved my own cum . Anyways i started licking her left foot of all the cum on it and it tasted so bitter and sweet. She then raised her foot up to her own mouth and licked all the cum off of it and she loved it. Tha day was the best day of my life and turned all our teenage adventures into alot more things that we did on our own time. If i get some good feed back on this story i will tell u more about my storys when i was young with my teenage girlfriend and even some of my guy friends. Just email me at mscott2321@hotmail.com and tell me if u liked my story or not and i will start writing some more. Just gimme some feed back. this was my very first story.

As Emily waited for her ex just outside the gym door a group of his boys from the team passed by her, every one of them giving her a smirk and a look up and down. Dispite how used to being checked out she was Emily was a bit unnerved by all those guys undressing her with their eyes. She knew they all wanted her, but hell she was only 17 she wasn't going to give it away to just anyone!

Moments later Jeremy jogged out of the change room to meet her and, rather than leading her out to his car, he took her hand and said “You've gotta see this babe.” Pulling her back toward the change room. She struggled against him asking why and what but he just tightened his grip and dragged her toward the door.

“Jeremy NO! I don't want to go in there! Stop it!” she cried, but he only slapped a hand over her mouth and pushed her into the boys locker room. Into the middle of 30 naked seniors all with their cocks hard and ready to go. “What the fuck!?”

“You need to be taught a lesson Em, you've teased your last cock bitch. Take off your clothes before we do it for you.” Jeremy snarled, and many of the team members made sounds of agreement.

“NO! You ass-hole let me out of here!” Emily screamed and ran for the door. But two of the guys on the team grabbed her by the arms and threw her back onto the floor in the centre of the room. “Let me go! I'm sorry Jeremy just let me go!”

“Too late bitch there isn't a guy in the school you haven't let on. Guys, she's clearly not going to strip for us. Help her out.” Jeremy replied and his two closest friends Ryan and Jake advanced on her. Jake grabbed her wrists while Ryan produced a knife from his gym bag and cut her t-shirt and skirt off.

“Damn man, check out those tits! I'll be fucking those!” Jake laughed, pulling Emily closer to him so she could feel his hard-on pressing against her ass. Ryan quickly sliced off her bra and panties too, revealing big dark nipples and a neatly trimmed snatch. She screamed again and begged to let go, but Jake was having none of that now, he released her wrists and started rubbing her tits from behind, pinching and twisting her nipples.

“Oh c'mon boys shove a cock in this bitches mouth & shut her the fuck up!” he called and a new boy whose name Emily didn't even know walked up to her “Open up bitch!” he ordered. When she refused he slapped her.

“You asshole!” she snarled when her vision cleared, but the moment she opened her mouth he pulled her face over his hard 7inch prick and began to fuck her face. Emily struggled against he and Jake but could do nothing against the larger stronger men. The repositioned her on her knees and Ryan began fondelling her tits with Jake while most of the guys held back stroking themselves Jeremy stepped forward and stuck two fingers in her dry pussy causing her to groan in pain. He fucked her cunt with his fingers vigerously then began licking and sucking on her clit and she finally began to get wet.

“Aww, look at that boys shes starting to like it Jeremy laughed, and the boy fucking her mouth blew his load letting some other stranger take his place before Emily could even shout for help again. Jeremy had been with plenty of girls and knew how to eat a woman out, he was going to town on Emily's virgin pussy. She felt embarrassed, degraded, but she couldn't deny that it was beginning to feel really fucking good. Her jaw and tits were aching but her pussy had never felt so good. She let out a low moan that Ryan only heard. “You're fucking right she likes it” he yelled. “She's moaning like a whore over here!” He got up, letting some other guy feel her nipples. Emily was rocking her hips back and forth with Jeremy's finger-fucking silently wondering why she hadn't let him do this to her before. She let out another moan over the cock in her mouth and began sucking it, she found herself enjoying how filthy she was being and when she felt hot cum pouring over her toungue for the second time she swallowed every drop, just like the other girls always talked about.

Her pleasure was briefly interupped by Ryan pushing a finger into her ass however. She squirmed, fighting against his intrusion, never in her life had she expected to have someone touch her ass! “Fuck it” Ryan smirked as he noticed her squirming. He shoved his hand in her dripping twat and lubed up his cock, ramming it into her ass in one push.

“AHHHH! Stop!” Emily cried, trying despratly to spit the prick out of her mouth, but whoever it belonged to grabbed her head and forced her to keep sucking.

“That's the spirit man!” Jeremy said and Emily soon felt his cock pushing into her pussy. She was in such pain! Her ass was on fire, tears poured down her cheeks and were quickly mixed with cum as the guy in her mouth blew his load all over her face, cock-slapped her and let a new one take his place. Her cunt was stretched to its limit as Jeremy's thick cock forced its way in. Ryan was pumping furiously and came suddenly, filling her ass with his jiz and almost exactly when he did Jeremy thrust in forcefully breaking through her hymen. “Eugh . . . jesus she's fucking TIGHT!” Jeremy moaned as he started fucking his once-virgin ex, her juices mixed with blood and Ryan's cum as he picked up the pace.

Over the next few hours Emily was fucking in all holes by every guy in the team. Jeremy must have done her the most though. He was violent with her and set an example for the others. Any pleasure she had felt when he was eating her out was lost as he ravaged her aching pussy, ass, and mouth in sucsession. Very slowly however that warmth returned to her. Jeremy, Ryan, and Jake long since spent one of the black team members who hadn't even touched her yet walked up to her and, while her face was still being fucked whispered in her ear - “Even had 9 inches you whore?” He lined himself up with her dripping pussy and slammed himself in to the hilt knocking the air out of Emily's lungs. He pulled all the way out and rammed in a second time and Emily moaned loudly. Being so well lubed from all the cum of the previous guys the black guys prick slid in and out without pain, and Emily was soon begging for it. The cock in her mouth pulled out and sprayed over her face like so many others and everyone watched as she screamed for more.

“OOOOOooooh!” She cried. “Ahhh YESSSS!” the black guy, whose name was Frank fucked her roughly, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, again and again and again mercilessly. The rest of the team was in shock. Frank fucked her for several minutes, and when he was about to come, rammed her in the ass and blew his load deep inside it. Emily only screamed for more. “Oh GOD YEAH! GIVE ME MORE! ANYONE! Please!!!! Jeremy! Fuck my ass for me!” Jeremy and the other guys wasted no time. Jeremy was hard again just from listen to her moan for Frank and went at her ass as she begged him. Two other guys got inside her cunt at once and she moaned like the whore she truly was as they filled her out. Jake got under her and fucked her big bouncy tits while a boy named Andy had her suck him off.

Emily came over and over again unable to breath but still begging for more cock until none of the guys could give her more. One of them pushed his fist into her filthy pussy and fist-fucked her until she squirted all over him. Another team member went and got one of the hockey sticks from the supply closet and pushed it into her ass as far as it could go, someone else found a bowling pin and forced the smaller end into her cunt. Emily was insaitaible and only stopped beggin for it when Jeremy got his hard-on back and threw her in the shower. He washed her down and wrapped his hand over her throat, her fucked her now clean and less-lubricated cunt with such ferioucity he has never imagined and, as her air supply diminished Emily's eyes went wide. She stopped moaning his name and started scratching at his arms, choking and trying desperately to get him to stop. They came together finally and Emily passed out. He dropped her on the floor, tossed a towel over her and told the team to pack it up.

Over the next few weeks Emily and Jeremy fucked like rabbits, and on Fridays, he shared her with his team.

Chapter 1

          I’ve tried a million times to explain to myself how I come to find myself in this situation.  The situation I am talking about is the one that has me on all fours with a black cock sliding in and out of my pussy and mouth.  If that isn’t odd enough, three feet away from me is my daughter Cindy.  She is also on all fours.  She has a black cock in each hand, one in her mouth, and one in her pussy.  She and I were both covered with tons of cum from the six black men that were taking turns fucking us.

          I’d like to say this was an isolated incident but that would be a lie.  The truth is that Cindy and I had been doing this for several weeks now.  As crazy as it sounds, there is an explanation for why I would ever let my daughter become a black cock whore like me.  Let me explain.

          A few weeks ago my 14 year old daughter came home early from school and caught her dear mother, me, in the basement fucking someone other than her father.  To make matters worse it was a black man with a really big cock.  And if that wasn’t bad enough it was her father’s closest oldest friends.  She was pissed, upset, and really not very happy with me.

          As you will remember from the first story, I sat her down and explained how this whole thing got started.  I reminded her that her grandparents had died in a car crash and left us the house.  I also reminded her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when it was her father’s childhood home.  We talked about how things were when we first moved in and how uncomfortable I felt in an almost black neighborhood.  I had told her that her father had given us, what sounded like, very good advice about living in this neighborhood.  He had been right except for one unexpected problem with her father’s best friend. 

          I told her that his friends name was Bob and that he was a very important person in the area.  I explained that Bob kept hitting on me, sometimes in front of her father.  My husband told me to laugh it off.  He said to be forceful, but nice, when I turned him down.  It didn’t help.  I told my daughter that this went on for almost a year.  Then one night at a community cookout it all came to a head.  I told Cindy that her father was drunk and I had had one more than I should have had.  Bob kept hitting on me, so I got angry.  I asked him what it was going to take to get him to leave me alone.  I told Cindy that Bob made me a deal.  If I would fuck him once that he would never bother me again.  I told Cindy that it was a combination of the Gin, the anger at her father for being no help (again), and the frustration of Bob continuing to press me for sex, but I gave in.

          Bob fucked the hell out of me.  I hadn’t wanted to do it but it was the best sex I had ever had.  I told Cindy that one of the neighborhood assholes had snuck into the basement and had watched us.  Bob left and I was busy trying to recover when I was mounted again.  I thought it was Bob.  It wasn’t.  The guys name was Dwayne.  He too had a really big cock and he knew how to use it.  If that wasn’t bad enough, Dwayne returned a few days later, with a friend.  I tried to stop them but it was no good.  They spent the afternoon fucking my brains out.  Again, I hadn’t wanted it to happen and was really unhappy about it.  I told Cindy that Bob had Dwayne’s ass beaten and it was made clear to him that I was to be left alone.

          I told Cindy that I couldn’t escape the truth.  I hadn’t wanted this to happen, but the truth was that I had cum more in two days than I had in all of my life.  I wasn’t sure that I could stop myself.  I told Cindy that I talked to a college girlfriend who had had some experience with black men.  She had told me that I shouldn’t ignore what had happened.  Staying in control was the key.  Ignoring this would only cause me to act out and lose control.  Losing control could get me caught by my dear husband.  She had said that my fetish for black cock would soon ware off and life would go back to normal.  There was a lot more we talked about and at the time it made since.

          When I got home I set up a meeting with Bob.  I told Cindy that I took my friends advice and had Bob fuck me again.  It was great.  Afterward I told Bob what my friend had said and that I was going to take her advice.  I told Bob that I loved my husband and that I didn’t want to cheat on him.  But, I told Bob, that I couldn’t stop right now.  Bob said that he could help.  He pointed out that the house was old and in need of repairs.  He told me that he knew men that would take care of the work and would be happy to work for pussy.  All of these men were, big, black, handsome, and very well hung.

          I had the house painted, electrical work done, new phone jacks installed, and hired a landscaping crew to take care of the yard.  Over the next few months my pussy got royally fucked, almost daily.  The day that the landscaping crew came always turned into a gangbang.  It was supposed a three man crew but at times I found myself fucking six different men. 

          Cindy had told me that that explained how this got started and why I had allowed so many different men to fuck me.  But she couldn’t understand why I was still doing it 9 years later.  I explained to her that her father was a wonderful man.  He was a great lover and that he too was hung, but not like these black men.  These black men did things to me that had never been done before.  I thought I would grow tired of it, or at least get used to it enough to stop or slow down.  I was wrong.  I had slowed down some over the years, but I hadn’t stopped and wasn’t going to stop.

          Cindy kept my secret and I thought that everything would go back to normal.  But Cindy’s curiosity had been touched and she wanted to know more.  She had skipped school a few times and had watched me get fucked by huge black cocks, without my knowledge.  This activity backfired on Cindy the day that she tried to watch me get gangbanged by the landscaping crew.  My first story left off with the black men finding a half naked Cindy watching the activity.  I had stated that I was stuck in the middle of a black man sandwich (on all fours with a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth) and there were men playing with both of my breasts.  I saw what was happening but couldn’t stop it.  I had stated that that was the day that Cindy got her first black cock, lots and lots of black cock.

Chapter 2

          My Thursday gangbang with the landscapers normally ended around 2:30 pm.  That would give me time to clean up and be ready for Cindy to get home from school.  On that Thursday however it lasted much later.  There was no need to cut their fun short considering my daughter was lying naked beside me, getting her brains fucked out.  By the time the men started getting dressed I knew I had very little time to clean up.  I didn’t want there to be anything for my husband to find.

          As the men left through the basement door I pulled Cindy to her feet.  We had very little time to get cleaned up before her father got home.  I didn’t have time to be pissed at her for spying on me.  I didn’t have time to be worried about the condition my daughter was in mentally and physically.  There would be time later to deal with all of these things.  Right now I needed to get her into the shower.

          She looked like a zombie, just looking straight ahead, lost.  Her legs were weak enough that I didn’t feel comfortable with her taking a shower by herself.  So I joined her.  I leaned her against the wall while I quickly got myself cleaned up.  Over the years I had found that my nipples, ass, and pussy were to tender to us a wash cloth during bathing after being royally fucked.  I would soap up my hands and wash off. Doing it this way allowed me to better control the amount of pressure I used on my body, less pain.  I showed this to Cindy but she was too far out of it to do anything to help herself.  I was really worried about her and the way she was acting.  But we didn’t have time for that now.  Since she couldn’t do it for herself, I washed her the best I could.  I had guessed right in that she was very tender, so I tried to be as gentle and quick as possible.  It amazed me at how aroused she still was.  Each time I was forced to touch her breast or nipples she would moan.  She gasp for air and leaned her head against me when I had to wash her pussy.  I thought she was going to have an orgasm when I sprayed to water up into her pussy to get the cum out.  I had never seen my daughter, or any other woman, like this before.

          I know that a lot of readers would love to hear that this turned into a sexual relationship.  It did not.  I am not into women and am really not into sex with my daughter.  GROSS!  I was just happy to get her cleaned up, dressed, and up to her room.  I told her to go to bed and that I would bring her some food later.  I told her it would be best if she stayed away from her father tonight and that we would talk later.  I told her father that she had come home early and wasn’t feeling well and that we should let her sleep.  He agreed and left her alone, thank god.

          I checked in on Cindy after supper and told her that she should stay home from school tomorrow.  I told her that she would have some pain and we really needed some quite time to talk.  She just shook her head and went back to sleep.

          Bob showed up the next morning looking for a good long fuck.  I told him what had happened yesterday and that today wasn’t a good idea.  He was disappointed but totally understood.  He told me to let him know if there was anything that he could do.  I had a really bad feeling that I would need to take him up on that offer very soon.  As Bob left I poured myself another cup of coffee and waited for Cindy to wake up.  We really needed to talk.

Chapter 3

          Cindy slept another hour or so.  I was thankful for that.  I needed some quite time myself, to get my thoughts together.  It may sound weird coming from a woman who loves to fuck black men behind her husbands back, but I have always been a good and responsible mother.  I was a friend when she needed a friend.  I was a nurse, teacher, protector, and whatever else she needed me to be.  I was also the enemy when necessary.  NO DRUGS, STEALING, CHEATING, FIGHTING, and NO SEX.  I did the PTA, girl scouts, soccer mom, and a hell of a lot more.  As a mother goes, June Clever can kiss my ass.  So how could I act like June Clever on a day like today?

          I fixed Cindy some breakfast and started talking to her while she ate.  I wanted to know if she was ok.  She was still shaken but she said she seemed alright.  I asked her to explain what she was doing in the basement yesterday.  I asked her how long had she been spying on me.  I asked her if she felt that she had been raped.    I couldn’t stop myself from asking questions.  She didn’t have a chance to answer any of them because of how fast I fired off the next question, that plus she had a mouth full of food.

          She turned the tables on me and told me that if I would sit down, calm down, and let her finish eating she would try to explain everything to me.  I had used the same line on her when I got caught by her a while back.  I drank my coffee and tried to calm down.  I waited for her to finish eating, my foot tapping the floor under the table the whole time.

          She started off by saying that she was having some pain.  She said that it was hard to walk and hurt to pee.  She said that her throat was sore and that the muscles in her legs and stomach ached.  She said it was exactly like I had told her that I had felt after my first time.  I tried to explain to her that it had to have been worse for her because she was a virgin.  Cindy lowered her head and told me that technically she wasn’t a virgin.  She said that she hadn’t had sex with any of her boyfriends but that she did masturbate and that she also had dildo.  She said that she got the dildo after she had caught me.  She had ordered it online and used my name and credit card.  She said that she had gotten so turned on by my story that she wanted to try some of those things but was too afraid to do it with someone else. 

          She said that she wanted to see what it was like to have sex and the best and safest way to do that was to watch me.  Cindy said that she had snuck home a few times and seen me have sex with three different men.  She said that it had gotten her so turned on that she had played with herself while watching the last guy fuck me.  She said that she was sorry that she spied on me but she couldn’t help herself.  She said that she didn’t realize that yesterday was the landscaper’s day to visit.  She said that she got a little carried away.  She said that she must have made too much noise.  She said that she was in the middle of an orgasm when the men found her.

          I told Cindy that I saw most of what happened to her but that I wasn’t able to stop it.  Cindy laughed and said that I had had my hands full.  And my mouth, and my ….  I stopped her at that point and told her not to be a smartass.  I told her that I was worried about her because I didn’t want this to happen to her and it wasn’t clear how she had felt about it.  I asked her if she felt that she had been raped.

          She said that she was afraid when it happened.  She said that there were too many hands touching her, pulling on her, and pushing her down on the mattress.  I was saying “NO” but nobody seemed to have heard me.  Between the grunts of the men, the moans coming from me and the selective hearing on the part of the men I don’t doubt that she wasn’t heard.  Cindy said she was already half naked anyway so it took little effort from those big black men to finish the job.

          Cindy said it happened so fast.  Before she knew it she had a cock in her mouth and felt something much bigger than her dildo being pushed into her pussy.  Cindy kept saying that it was just like I had described my experience.  It hurt a lot and felt like it was tearing me apart.  She said that even with the pain that it felt better than her dildo ever had.  She said that too many things were happening to me at the same time. 

          She said that the man that was fucking her face was doing his best to ram his cock down my throat.  Cindy said that the cock was both silky yet hard as steel.  She said that when he finally stopped trying to fuck her throat she kind of liked the way it felt going in and out of her mouth.  She said that her first orgasm was stronger than anything she had ever felt, and it didn’t want to stop.  She said that her dildo was 9” long and fat.  She said that both of the cocks that were invading her body were much bigger than that.  I told her that Marcus was the one she was sucking on and he was 11”, and Paul was the one fucking you was 12” and very fat.  She said it felt huge.

Chapter 4

          We continued talking.  Most mothers and daughters would talk about boys, dating, school, and other silly little things.  It was really weird having this conversation.  Cindy continued her tale by telling me she could feel it when Paul cam in her pussy, every last shot he fired.  She also said that she had been very surprised when Marcus shot off into her mouth.  He held her head so that she couldn’t pull away and push his cock deep enough that she had no choice but to swallow.  She said that she didn’t want to swallow but she couldn’t breathe, but the taste wasn’t that bad.

          As soon as one cock was removed from her body another replaced it.  I told her that there were six men and they were used to coming at least three or four times each.  I watched as each of the men took a turn fucking Cindy.  My mouth and pussy was never empty either, but I watched as four men with cocks greater than 10” cam in my daughter’s pussy.  I saw her cum over and over again.  I saw three of the men cum in her mouth.  I heard her moan, cum, and beg for more.  I wondered if that’s what I sounded like.

          When Cindy stopped talking the room grew very quite.  What do you say after hearing and living something like that?  I didn’t want to scare her so I kept my fear that she might have gotten pregnant.  I told her that we needed to get her on the pill.  I have no idea why I said or wanted to do that. I certainly didn’t want to send her the message that I wanted her having sex of any kind, with anybody.  I guess I was afraid that if she was anything like me that her pussy would be full of black cock more often than it would be empty.  It was at that moment that I not only felt like a whore, but I knew that I was a whore.  I just didn’t want my daughter turning into one herself.

          I told Cindy that I was afraid for her.  I told her that it was normal for her to be curious about sex, but what happened last night was just wrong.  I told her that those dogs were going to be after her and she was going to have to be strong when turning them down.  Not only is it wrong but those dumb asses could go to jail for shit like that.  I told her that it was hard enough living in this neighborhood but if they think there is free teenage pussy to be had, god help us.  But more important, your father would find out about everything.

          That seemed to get through to Cindy.  I know that she was looking forward to finding out more about sex, but she didn’t want to hurt anyone.  She didn’t much like the idea of all those older black men hitting on her.  It wouldn’t take much to get a rep and Cindy had plans for her future, big plans.  I told Cindy that we should talk a lot.  I told her that we would treat this like a 12 step program.  We would meet regularly for a girl’s night out and talk about whatever we need to talk about.  I told her that I would act like a sponsor and that she was to call me if she ever got into trouble or was tempted to do anything she shouldn’t.

          Just like any teenager, Cindy didn’t like the idea of all those rules and controls being put on her.  I also wasn’t stupid in expecting Cindy to never have sex now that Pandora’s Box has been opened.  I just wanted her sex life to be more normal, nothing like mine.

          Over the next few days I was able to get Cindy on the pill and had the doctor to check and she if she was pregnant.  I knew it was too early for that but I wanted to try anyway.  The doctor said it wasn’t a good idea giving someone as young as Cindy the morning after pill.  So we were stuck waiting.

          Life tried to return to normal while we waited.  Cindy was back in school and I was back in the basement fucking black cock.  You would think that this scare would be what I needed to stop screwing around.  Instead I couldn’t get enough black cock and cum.  My daily fuck sessions always ended long before I wanted them to.  I nearly fucked my husband to death each night.

          Three weeks later we got the news I was afraid of, Cindy was pregnant.  She flipped out.  I sat her done and went over her options with her.  Keeping the baby was an option, but had so many horrible problems attached to it that it was quickly dropped.  Putting the baby up for adoption was a choice that had just as many problems.  Either of these options meant that people would find out everything.  When people found out that she had had a black baby her rep and her life would change forever.  Abortion seemed the only way out.  But getting this done without anyone, including my husband, finding out would be tricky.  I needed Bob’s help.

          Bob live up to his word.  He was very helpful and made everything happen, no questions asked.  Cindy pretended to be sick for about a week but otherwise nobody knew anything.  My husband was worried.  He’s such a good man.  If he only knew what was really going on in his childhood home.

Chapter 5

          The very first day Cindy went back to school she got in trouble.  I was called to the school and told to speak with the principle.  I waited in his office until her arrived, but I could tell by the buzz around the office that something very bad had happened.

          The principle introduced himself and made small talk while we waited for Cindy to join us.  When everyone had arrived and was seated the principle informer me that Cindy had been caught having sex with the school janitor.  I was informed that the janitor was a black man in his mid 40’s.  They were found in a utility room.

          At first the teachers had thought that Cindy was a victim of a rape.  The janitor denied raping Cindy and soon Cindy had to tell the truth to keep the janitor from being arrested.  The principle told me that Cindy had flirted with the janitor until the janitor told her that he wished he was a young man again.  If he were young again he would show her how a man handles a young tease like her.  Apparently Cindy told him that he wasn’t that old and that she had been with men older that him.  He took her to the utility room. They were found naked, Cindy bent over a stack of boxes, with the janitor pounding away at her pussy.  She was overheard by a teacher begging him to fuck her harder and to cum in her pussy.

          I had no other alternative but to act shocked.  I was expecting something to happen at some time, but not this.  I just looked at her and said that we would talk later.  The principle said that he had fired the janitor and that Cindy would be suspended.  He told me that it would be up to me to press charges, or not.

          On the way home I yelled at Cindy.  I asked what she thought she was doing.  I asked her what happened to all of our agreements.  I asked her how she was going to explain this to her friends.  And what about your father finding out.  She was quite for most of the trip home.  The only defense she offered was that she couldn’t help it.  She said that she was horny.  She said that she is always horny.  She said that all she seemed to be able to think about was getting fucked and big black cocks.

          I asked her if she had done anything else that I should know about.  She said that she hadn’t been able to control herself.  She said that I didn’t need to worry about the principle telling my husband anything because she had given him a blowjob right after she got caught.  Cindy said that she knew some of the sons of the men that had gangbanged her.  She said that she has seduced all three of them.  Cindy said that she was sorry but that she couldn’t control her impulses, that she didn’t think she would be able to stop herself. 

          I had to admit that I did understand what she was saying.  I had thought that if I let these black men have their way with me that I would soon grow tired of it.  I hadn’t.  The desire to be stuffed full of black cock was stronger than ever.  I told Cindy that I understood but didn’t know what to do about it.  She said that she would like to join me in my basement fun.  She said that she would feel safer exploring her sex life.  She said that my circle of men friends had been able to keep my secret and there would be no reason why her father had to find out anything.  Cindy then said that if she couldn’t join me in the basement on a regular basis maybe me Thursday gangbangs would give both of us enough cock to keep her urges under control.

          What would June Cleaver say to an offer like that?  “Can I join you on your next black man gangbang mommy”?  For the first time sense all of this started nine years ago I wanted to quit.  But if I do quit what would happen to Cindy?  I was damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

          So that explains how my life has turned into a three ring circus.  What other mother do you know that sets up gangbangs with black men for their daughter?  How many mothers find themselves flat on my back looking up at my daughter’s pussy get pounded?  I hate to admit that watch her pussy overflow with cum was a real turn on.  But the big question I now have is “What Do I Tell My Husband about our Daughter”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What To Tell My Daughter

Chapter 1

          There I sat, at the kitchen table, looking into the eyes of my 14 year old daughter.  Twenty minutes ago she walked into the basement and saw something I had hoped nobody would ever find out about.  She was supposed to be in school for another 2 hours.

          “I know that you’re confused and upset.  But I will try to explain, if you will let me” I told her.

          “What is there to explain?  I saw my mother, naked in the basement, getting her brains fucked out!  I saw you cheating on my father.  I saw you begging a black man the fuck you” she yelled at me.

          “How could you do that?  Hell, you won’t even let me date a black person!  And there you were fucking one” she continued.

          “It’s not that simple.  It’s never that simple” I said.  “Sit back down and I will tell you the whole story.  It’s worse that even you might think.”  “How the hell did I let this get this out of control?”

          It was hard looking at my daughter at that moment.  She was so much like me, something I had always been proud of.  Both of us were the same size and shape.  At 5’1” and 110 lbs we both were in very good shape.  We both had long blond hair.  My breast and butt are a little bigger than Cindy, but she turns a lot of heads with what she has, even at 14. 

          With a tear in her eye, she sat back down and told me to try and explain what I was doing.  I told her that I would start with some basic history.  I knew that she knew most of this stuff, but I needed a starting place that would help her see how this all got started.

          She already knew that her father was raised in this neighborhood.  She knew that this house was his boyhood home.  She also knew that his parents, her grandparents, were killed in a car wreck when she was 3 years old.  They had left us the house.  I told her that, at that time, we weren’t poor but getting this house made all the difference for us.  It was paid off, so we saved a lot of money each month.  It meant that I didn’t have to work while you and were so young.

          At that point I moved into details she knew very little about.  I told her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when your father was a boy.  The neighborhood was an even mix of black and white and was considered upper middleclass.  When we moved back to the neighborhood it was mostly black and was now a rather poor place to be.  I explained to her that I had not been raised around anything other that white people.  I wasn’t sure what we getting ourselves into.

          Your father knew enough of the locals to feel comfortable here.  He told me that the rules in a place like this were very simple.  If the people in this neighborhood liked you they would go out of their way to be friendly.  If they didn’t like you, thought that you might be prejudice, or were scared of them, then they could make your life a living hell.  Just relax.  They’re people, simple as that.

          He was right.  We met several nice couples but it seemed that it was mostly the men in the neighborhood that came around to visit with your father.  I got comfortable about everything except one.  I told her that one of her father’s oldest friends kept hitting on me.  He made it very clear that he would like to “welcome me to the neighborhood, the black kind of way.”  I didn’t know what that meant exactly, but I wasn’t interested.

          I followed your father’s advice and did everything I could to say no, but to not piss him off.  He was a very important man around here.  I wanted no trouble.  I would put him off by asking him things like “what would your wife say” or “I feel very welcome here with things the way they are”.

          I explained to Cindy that she had just turned 5 and was starting a special pre-school program we found for her.  Cindy said that she remembered that school and how much she loved it.  I told her that this was when the trouble and the mistakes started.

Chapter 2

          We were attending a block party on a Saturday night to celebrate the end of summer.  All the parents had gotten together and hired several babysitters to watch all of the kids so that the parents could drink, party, and stay out as late as we wanted.  It was so much fun.  I guess I had a few drinks.  I wasn’t drunk or anything, just feeling good.  Your father was past feeling good, he was flying high.

          That was when Bob, Mr. Johnson, started in on me again.  I was getting very tired of this.  So instead of being nice I just, point blank, asked him what it was going to take to get him to stop hitting on me.  He was a little surprised by my outburst.  He recovered quickly and told me that if I would have sex with him just once that he would stop.  He looked like he meant it.  I don’t know why I said yes to him, but I just wanted the harassment to stop.

          Cindy asked me why I hadn’t told Dad what was going on.  I told her that I had told him on several occasions.  He told me to be firm, but friendly when telling him I wasn’t interested.  Your father said he would talk to him but Bob used to bully your dad when he was in school.  I think your father was a little afraid of him.  Bob did a lot for your father, when he wanted too.  I don’t think he ever did talk to him, which only encouraged Bob all the more.

          After I realized what I had agreed to, I went to find your father to help me.  He was so messed up that he was no help at all.  I had no choice but to let Bob have his way with me or really piss him off.  I was so scared.

          Bob came and took me by the arm and lead me back to our house.  Most of the men sitting around with your father saw this and just smiled.  I think they knew what was about to happen. 

          When we got back to our house Bob asked me what room would be best?  I told him about the basement.  We had a bedroom set up for visitors down there.  It was much but it would do.  When we reached the bottom of the stairs Bob turned me around and kissed me.  He held me tight with one hand and started undressing me with the other.  I was so scared.  I just stood there while he stripped me naked.

          He carried me to the bed and laid me down.  We didn’t have a lot of time so there wasn’t much foreplay.  He spread my legs and started eating my pussy.  Bob was 6’4” and weighed at least 225 lbs.  He could easily eat my pussy and reach his hands up and play with my breasts and nipples. 

          Cindy asked me why I was going into all of the gross details.  I replied that if she wanted to really understand what she saw downstairs then she would need to know these facts.  She shook her head and I continued.  I told her that there were a couple of details that she needed to remember about me. The first was that your father was a very good lover.  He knew just how to make a woman feel. He also had a nice size cock.  He had 8” and really knew how to use it.  I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world.  The second fact you need to know is that I go totally nuts went I have my pussy eaten.  To me it is the best part of sex.  I get lost in my emotions.  It makes me so hot.

          So, here Bob was eating my pussy and playing with my boobs.  I came in less than a minute and kept cuming until he stopped eating me.  I was half drunk and horny as hell.  I needed sex!

          Bob stood up and took off his close.  I had always wondered if the stories about black men true.  Well, when Bob removed his pants and underwear I found out that those stories were true.  Bob was as big as your father but he wasn’t hard yet.  He walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled my face to his cock.  I was so horny I didn’t care.  I opened my mouth and sucked him in.  He started to grow the second my tongue touched his cock.  It grew and grew.  I later found out later that Bob’s cock was 12 ½” long and as big around as a beer can.  When he was hard I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth.

          Bob removed his cock from my mouth and climbed onto the bed with me.  I told him I didn’t think I could handle his cock.  He laughed and said most women say that but as long as he goes slow I would be fine.  I was so wet from him eating me and me cumming that it didn’t take much effort for Bob to get the head of his cock into my pussy.  I really knew I was in for a real fucking as he inched his way into my pussy.  I had the most intense orgasm before he got half of that monster in me.  He really started to push his way into me and began to pump in and out.  Each time he pumped in he went a little deeper.

          I was moaning and screaming with pleasure and pain.  He finally got all of his cock in me.  I couldn’t believe that it would fit.  He really started to pound my poor pussy.  I lost count on the number of orgasms I had.  Bob wasted little time in cumming.  He filled my pussy with tons of cum.  We lay together for a few minutes to get our breath back.  When Bob pulled out of me my pussy made funny noises. 

          Bob got up and started getting dressed.  I still couldn’t move.  Bob said he would see me back at the party and disappeared up the stairs.  What Bob and I didn’t know was that Dwayne, Mr. Allen, had snuck down stairs and had watched Bob fuck me.  I needed a minute to recover and laid my head back and closed my eyes.  I thought Bob had come back for seconds when I felt someone climb onto the bed.  My legs were still hitched up and he had easy access to my pussy.  He entered my pussy and filled me up in one stroke.  He started pounding my pussy good and hard.  It took no time before I started cumming again.  I opened my eyes and was shocked to find that it wasn’t Bob fucking me.  Dwayne was working my pussy over good.  Again I lost count of the number of orgasms I had.  My mind wanted him to stop; my body was hoping he would never stop.  I kept hearing someone begging Dwayne to pound my pussy.  IT WAS ME.

          Dwayne came quickly and pulled out of me.  He dressed and left before I could recover and start complaining.  I was drunk, somewhat in shock, and total fucked out, and exhausted.  I made myself get up.  I worked my way slowly to my bedroom.  I tried to take a shower but my legs just would work well enough.  I gave up and just went to bed, naked and leaking.

          A few minutes later I awoke to noises coming up the stairs.  It was Bob and his son Charlie bringing your father home.  They laid him on the bed and turned to leave.  I told Bob that I needed to talk to him and asked him to call me on Monday morning.  He smiled back at me.  I know he thinks I want another ride, but I wanted to tell him about Dwayne.

Chapter 3

          The next morning was Sunday.  We were able to sleep late because the babysitters were not supposed to bring the kids home until around 10 am.  I worked on fixing breakfast, but it wasn’t easy.  I had a mild headache from the beer.  But the rest of me was a total wreck.  My legs felt like I had run 10 miles.  My pussy was so sore that I couldn’t touch it.  My stomach area hurt too from all of the powerful orgasms.  I couldn’t be sure, but I had lost count at 15 orgasms in 45 minutes.  I would swear that the whole thing was a dream if it weren’t for the pain.  It had hurt so bad to pee that morning that I put off taking a shower.  I knew that I smelled of sex.  I had dried cum streaks all the way down to my knees.  Those two black men must have shot a gallon of cum inside me.

          Your father wasn’t in any shape to notice my condition.  His headache was massive.  He walked around the house all day long with sunglasses on and an ice pack on his head.  I told Cindy that she got such a laugh at the two of us.  She had found ways to make loud noises just to watch her father jump.  The day past quickly and uneventfully.

          The next morning I got you ready for school and your father took you on his way to work.  I was glad that I didn’t have to get dressed and go out.  I was still sore and tried not to walk around too much.  I also wanted to call Bob.  I thought it would be a good idea to tell him about Dwayne.  I didn’t know what to expect but I hoped Bob could help stop Dwayne from shooting off his mouth.

          Just as I was picking up the phone to call Bob there was a knock at the back door.  I looked out the window and say that it was Bob.  I let him in, half expecting him to try and get in my pants again.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Bob looked very upset and start telling me how sorry he was about Saturday night.  He said that he wasn’t sorry that we had sex, that he wasn’t sorry that he had been dogging me about it for months, but he was sorry that I had agreed to do it just to get rid of him.  He explained that he had never forced anyone into having sex with him.  He kept saying that he was sorry.  It was clear that he didn’t know anything about Dwayne.

          I stopped Bob and told him that Saturday night was in the past.  I said that it couldn’t happen again but that I had enjoyed it much more than I should have.  Bob smiled until I told him that Dwayne had watched us and that he had fucked me after he had left.  Bob went nuts.  I told him that it hadn’t been rape exactly, but that it wasn’t something that I had wanted to happen.  He had taken advantage of the situation and I was scared that he would come back wanting to do it again.  I told him that while my mind was saying no, my body begged him to never stop.  I didn’t know how to live with that fact, but I couldn’t let that happen again.

          Bob told me that the best thing to do was to let him handle it.  Dwayne had a big mouth and probably already told all his buddies what had happened.  Bob said that the good thing about it was that nobody believed that big mouth.  Bob said that he would talk to Dwayne but that the best thing to do for now was nothing.  I really didn’t have a choice but to let Bob handle.

          I asked Bob what this protection was going to cost me.  He looked hurt, but responded by saying that he had told me that he would never do anything with me again that I didn’t ask him to do.  He got up and left without saying another word.

          I thought everything had gone back to normal.  Nothing happened for the next four days.  I had left several messages for Bob to thank him for his efforts.  He didn’t return my calls.  I found out on Thursday night from your father that he had gone out of town for a few days.  I only hoped he had talked to Dwayne before he left.

Chapter 4

          On Friday morning, around 10 am, I was in the basement doing the laundry.  I heard a knock on the basement door and I opened it.  It was Dwayne and one of his loser friends Tom.  I never knew Tom’s last name.  Dwayne just walked in past me without even saying hello.  He looked pissed off.  He ordered me to tell Tom that he had fucked me on Saturday night.  I played dumb.  That only pissed him off more.  He yelled that nobody believed him.  I asked him why they should believe such a lie.

          Dwayne said that I had loved it and had begged him to keep doing it.  He said that everybody would believe him after today, he had a witness.  Tom looked shocked at that and wanted nothing to do with what Dwayne had planned.  But he didn’t leave either.  He just watched as Dwayne pinned me against the wall and started undressing me.  He was so big and tall.  All he had to do was to grab both of my wrists with one hand and lift me almost off the ground.  He used the other hand to strip me naked.  I fought as hard as I could but it was useless.  As soon as I was completely naked Dwayne picked me up and carried me over to the same bed that he had fucked me on Saturday night.  I begged him to stop but he didn’t care.  He climbed on top of me in a 69 position and began eating my pussy.  He kept trying to stick his cock in my mouth but I managed to avoid it, for a while.

          I reminded Cindy how I reacted to having my pussy eaten.  I had a tear in my eye as I told her this.  I tried so hard to fight him off and to not give in.  I told her that it pissed me off when men seem to think that women became babbling idiots when you get them naked.  But I couldn’t help how my body reacts to oral sex.  The more he ate me the less I complained and the more I moaned.  The more I moaned the easier it was for Dwayne to get his cock into my mouth.  When he managed to get it inside real deep it wasn’t going to come out until he wanted it too.  I kept turning my head from side to side to try and get his cock out of my mouth.  But the more I move my head the more of a blow job I was giving him.  When I stopped thrashing my head around he start moving his hips and fucked his cock into my mouth.

          I lost track of time, but it couldn’t have been long before I cam for the first time.  It was very intense.  A minute or two later a second and stronger orgasm hit me.  I almost passed out.  It was Dwayne’s movements that brought me back to reality.  He was about to cum in my mouth and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  I also knew that I was going to have to swallow his cum because there was no way to get his cock out of my mouth or any way to spit it out.  His cum hit the back of my throat. He kept cumming.  He filled what little room there was left in my mouth and I had to swallow in order to breath.  But once I started swallowing I had to keep swallowing.  He shot at least 8 or 9 times into my mouth.  I was swallowing the last of his cum when my third orgasm ripped through me.  When we were done cuming we both just lay there motionlessly.

          I felt a second set of hands start to move me as Dwayne climbed off of my body.  I was moved up onto my hands and knees.  I don’t know when or what part of what just happened that gave Tom the idea that I was having a good time.  But when I opened my eyes to see who was moving me I say that Tom had removed his clothes and was now putting his cock in my face.  He wasn’t as big as Bob or Dwayne.  His cock was about 10” long and skinner.  I had no intention of sucking his cock.  I just wanted this mess to stop.  I kept my mouth closed as best I could.  But Dwayne did me in when he stuck his hardening cock into my pussy from the other end.  My mouth shot open to let out a cry of pain and pleasure.  But as soon as my mouth opened it was filled.

          My pussy was still tight, but not as bad as Saturday night.  Dwayne went deeper with each stroke until he had his entire cock in me.  It still blew my mind that anyone could get a fat 12” cock all the way into my tiny pussy.  But I felt his balls hitting my clit each time he pounded into me.  Tom was trying to do the same with my mouth.  He kept pushing deeper until I would gag.  It didn’t take long before I was cumming again.  Tom took full advantage also.  He really pushed hard with his cock into my mouth.  The next thing I knew my nose was buried in pubic hair and his balls were hitting my chin.  I heard him tell Dwayne that he was in all the way, that “the bitch is deep throating me”.  That must have excited Dwayne, because both men pounded my pussy and throat.  It felt really weird having a cock in my throat.  I could feel every inch of it.  I knew he was ready to cum before he did.  I couldn’t taste anything but I still felt the need to swallow. 

          As soon as Tom finished he pulled out.  Another orgasm hit me and Dwayne followed it by cumming himself.  I was wasted and couldn’t move if I wanted to.  I felt Dwayne pull out of my soaked pussy.  Tom wasted no time filling me back up.  He was different though.  He would fuck for a minute and then pull completely out.  When he was out he would rub his cock on my clit and on my asshole.  I had no idea what he was doing until he started pushing the head of his cock into my asshole.  All of his other movements had been aimed at getting my asshole lubed up for him.  I begged for him to stop.  The pain was unbelievable.  He just kept going deeper with each stroke.  I knew he was all the way in when he started to pound me.  My legs gave way and he fell on top of me.  I thought I would die and was never so glad when he cam and pulled out of my ass.

          Dwayne and Tom continued to take turns on me all morning long.  They each fucked me three times and shot off into my mouth two more times.  My ass had been fucked, as had my throat.  I may have missed a few but I made sure to keep count of the number of orgasms I had.  If my memory was correct I came 17 times in the three hours that these two men fucked me.  I was embarrassed at how my body had reacted to this assault.  But on the other hand I had never felt so alive.  The only reason they stopped was because of the time.  They knew that school was about to let out and parents had to be parents, including them.  They got dressed quickly.  Tom thanked me, if you can believe that.  Dwayne just smacked my on the ass and said I would see him soon.  I looked at the clock and realized that I had 30 minutes to get cleaned up and to pick you up from the school.  I don’t know how I managed it, but I did.  Nobody seemed to notice anything different about me.  All I knew was that I needed to get through the rest of this day and find Bob ASAP.

Chapter 5

          Bob called me on Sunday afternoon.  I told him that Dwayne and paid me another visit and that he had brought company.  I could tell that Bob was pissed even though he was quite on the phone.  He told me he would take care of it.  He was cussing as he hung up the phone.

          On Monday morning Bob showed up at the back door.  I asked him inside but he said I needed to come outside with him for a minute.  As we came around the back of the garage I say Dwayne being held my two other men.  Bob and Dwayne were very big men but these two guys were awesome.  Both were at least 6’7” tall and weighed more than 300 pounds.  Dwayne looked scared.

          Bob asked Dwayne if there was something he wanted to say to me.  He told me that he was sorry about Saturday and Friday.  He said that he would not be bothering me anymore.  Before I could answer Bob said “I’m sure that you won’t.  But to make sure you don’t forget or that any of your stupid friends decides to pay the lady a visit let me make sure you remember”.  With that, the other two young men started beating the hell out of Dwayne.  I tried to get Bob to stop them, but he said that I didn’t understand the streets.  This message needed to be sent.  Or would you rather have black men knocking on your door ever day looking for a quick fuck?  I wanted neither and managed to get Bob to stop the beating.

          Bob got into Dwayne’s face and told him that I belonged to him and nobody touched his woman but him.  Dwayne shook his head in acknowledgement and ran out as soon as he was freed.  Bob thanked his helpers and walked back inside with me.  I was pissed at what Bob had told Dwayne.  I don’t belong to anybody except your father.  He explained that it was the only way to protect me now that Dwayne’s stories had a witness.  He said it wasn’t any big deal.  Just agree to have lunch out in public every so often and everybody will believe what I told Dwayne.

          Bob was right about a lot of things.  The whistles and catcalls stopped when I was out shopping.  There were no other surprise visitors.  And it was kind of nice having a simple lunch out with Bob every other week.  Everything at home was ok too.  I told Cindy that she was loving school.  Your father was happy at work and at home.  The only problem I had was that I was horny all the time.  I made love with your father every night for the next two weeks.  I couldn’t get enough.  The sex was good, but it wasn’t the same.  I told Cindy that this is what I meant when I said that “when you open the Pandora’s Box you can’t close it back up”. 

          I explained that I had had sex four times, on two days with black men, and had cum more times on those occasions that I had in years.  I also explained that I had never had such strong orgasms until then.  Sex with your father was great and I did cum.  But it was a plain vanilla kind of orgasm.  I used my fingers to get off almost every day.  I think that was why I enjoyed having lunch with Bob.  There was always a possibility that I would have a big black cock inside me again.  It never happened and I always felt guilty, but it didn’t change things.

          Things changed for me on a Saturday morning about two weeks later.  I was buying the groceries at the local market.  I didn’t like the look at the zucchini that was on the shelf.  Robbie was a young black kid that worked in the produce department.  He was about 18 and was very good looking.  I knocked on the produce department door and stuck my head through.  I asked Robbie if he had anything fresher.  He told me to come on back and he would show me what they had in the cooler.  It was innocent enough until I noticed that he had a huge lump in the front of his pants.  He didn’t say or do anything, but I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of it.  I guess I had a weird look on my face because Robbie asked me if I was ok.  I surprised myself with my answer.  I told him that I was ok, but told him that I should be the one asking him that question.  I smiled and pointed at his hardon.  I am normally not that bold, but I was getting horny just looking at it.

          I didn’t know that a black man could blush but there was no mistaking it.  Robbie was lost for words.  He tried to apologize and actually looked scared.  I asked him what had gotten him hard like that.  He said that he had heard all of the stories and begged me not to tell Mr. Johnson.  He was really scared.  There was something about this situation that turned me on.  The two previous occasions had not been my idea, not within my control.  Here, I was in total control.  I toyed with Robbie.  I asked him if I could see his cock.  I thought he was going to turn and run, but I grabbed his arm and made him stay.  I unzipped his short pants and reached in to fish out his cock.  He was so hard that I had to unbuckle his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down in order to get his cock free.

          I told Cindy that I could only guess, but that his cock appeared to be bigger than your father’s and Tom’s.  It was not as big as Bob or Dwayne, which would make Robbie’s cock was about 11”.  It felt silky to the touch, but very very hard.  The more I touched it the more uncomfortable Robbie got.  I told Cindy that I now know that this is why I was acting that way.  I needed to be in control of something.  Combined with my continuous horny state and this all made sense.  You should have seen the look on his face when I put as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.  I started to move my mouth up and down.  He moaned and then said that he didn’t understand.  Mr. Johnson said to leave you alone.  I stopped sucking long enough to tell Robbie that this was my idea.  I told him that the stories he had heard were most likely true, but I was forced to participate.  I told him that Bob won’t hurt him as long as he keeps his mouth shut and I don’t tell him. 

          I went back to sucking on Robbie’s cock.  He relaxed enough to put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping.  Being young and oversexed, it took Robbie no time to fill my mouth with cum.  I swallowed as much as I could but some leaked from both sides of my mouth.  I stood up and wiped my face clean while Robbie regained his composure.  I told him that I wished I had time for him to fuck me but that we both had things to do.  I told him he would get a chance later.  With that, I picked up a fresh zucchini and left the produce cooler.  I quickly finished my shopping and returned home.  As soon as the food was put away I went up stair to make myself cum.  I sure was glad I hadn’t forgotten about the zucchini.  It felt wonderful.

Chapter 6

          As soon as I saw you and your father I felt like such a slut.  I had no idea why I was acting that way.  I love you and your father.  I didn’t want to cheat on him or endanger our life together by causing your father to divorce me.  But I wanted to cum like I had cum before.  It wasn’t that your father didn’t take care of me sexually.  I needed something he couldn’t give me.  Until today I had managed to fight these urges.  I didn’t know what I would do next.  I didn’t trust myself.  It was all I could do to make sure that the two of you didn’t see my panic.

          What I needed was someone to talk to about this.  The only person I could think of was my old college roommate.  She was a good friend and I trusted her to keep her mouth shut.  She had screwed around quite a bit back in college.  I also knew that she had fucked a few black guys too.  I was lucky in that she hadn’t moved too far away.  She lived in a small town about an hour away.  I called her and set up a meeting for the next weekend.  I told your father that I would be sending the night and getting caught up with old times.  The truth was that I wasn’t sure how long it would take to take this out or how much free time she would have.  She was married and had two little boys.

          I arrived at Paula’s house at noon the following Saturday.  I spent some time with her family, getting to know her husband and kids.  Later that afternoon Paula and I went out shopping.  We found a nice quite place at a restaurant she knew, so that we could talk.  I told here everything that had happened in the last few weeks.  She took in my story and just smiled at me when I had finished.  She knew that I had been tight legged in school.  She found it quite funny that I had found the pleasures a black cock could bring.  She wasn’t much help to start with.  After she got over her laughter, she did help me talk it out.  She said that it had been difficult trying to stop fucking around when she got married.  She said that two things had helped her let it go.  The first was that she had screwed around enough that it wasn’t new anymore.  She said it was still fun, but she had regained some control over when and with whom she would mess around with.  The second thing was that she had met her husband during that same time period.  He knew what she was doing and loved her anyway.  She stopped messing around because she wanted too, not because he made her.  He wanted her to quit, but left it up to her as to how and when to make it happen.

          I asked her if she regretted having to stop.  She said that she would be lying if she said she would love to have a nice big black cock between her legs again.  She said that she wouldn’t do anything to spoil what she has now.  That made me feel better, that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.  But what was I going to do about my situation?

          Paula said that I was going to have to live out some of my feelings.  She said that she could see how upset I was.  I told Cindy that Paula could tell how much I loved her and her father.  However, she said that I had experienced something special.  Those black men had made me cum so often and so hard.  I hadn’t responded like that to sex with anyone else.  She said that those experiences were too new and would be almost impossible to ignore.  She said I would have to work my way through this, one way or the other.  She said that there was one fact that I wasn’t going to get away from.  That fact was that I enjoyed the sex and that I would continue cheating until I had worked all these feelings out.  If I acknowledged that I enjoyed having sex with those men, then I would gain some control over this and I might not get caught.  If I denied my feelings, or tried to ignore them, I would have no control over what might happen.  No control means that I would, sooner or later, get caught.  We called it a day.  I had a lot to think about.

Chapter 7

          By the time I got home my head was spinning.  I had spent most of my free time thinking about what Paula had said.  I couldn’t tell if she was making sense or I was going crazy.  The only thing that was worse than my confusion was how horny I was, all the time.  Your father screwed me three times that Sunday and I wanted more.  I fingered myself two more times and was begging for more.  I hardly slept that night.

          The next morning I decided to call Bob and get myself properly fucked.  He couldn’t get over here fast enough.  I hadn’t told why I needed to see him.  I guess he thought some other asshole was making a pass and he was going to have to kill the dumb bastard.  I wished I had a camera with me when I told him that I was horny and wanted to fuck.

          After he got over the shock of what I had said, he scooped me up in his arms and took me to the basement.  He almost ripped my clothes off.  I guess he thought that I would change my mind if he didn’t get me naked fast enough.  I blinked twice and I was naked, on my back, legs spread, and Bob’s head was buried in my pussy.  I cam almost immediately.

          Bob wanted to mount me right after eating me, but I stopped him.  I had actually enjoyed sucking Robbie’s cock so much that I pulled Bob to the head of the bed and took in as much of his cock as my mouth would allow.  I had forgotten how big he really was.  I had three inches of his cock in my mouth and had both of my hands stroking him, at the same time.  He must have been very excited because it took no time for him to fill my mouth with cum.  I swallow as fast as I could but more ran down my chin than went down my throat.

          I told Cindy that when her father finished having sex he would go limp.  That was normal.  But Bob stayed hard.  He mounted me a little too quickly and the pain was awesome.  He couldn’t control himself.  The first time he fucked me he took lots of time getting his huge cock into me.  Not this time, he was all the way inside me in thirty seconds.  I loosened up quickly.  All those other cocks had done their damage.  God, I love how big his cock was and how full I felt.  He pounded my poor pussy.  I would have been moaning like hell but every time he slammed into me it took my breath away.  I tried to keep count of my orgasms but that was a waste of time.  It felt like it was one long intense explosion.  I had three of those type explosions before Bob pumped my belly full of cum.

          While I knew he hadn’t fucked me for an hour, it sure felt like it.  We lay together until we could catch our breath.  I was surprised that his cock stayed inside my pussy even as it went soft.  After we had rested for a few minutes, Bob wanted to talk.  He wanted to know what had changed.  He said that he was surprised to hear from me and was shocked when he had heard me ask him to fuck me.  I explained about what I had been going through the last few weeks.  I also explained about my visit to Paula.  He laughed when I told him about Robbie.  I told him that I was going to play this out and see where it goes.  I thought my sex life was great until I had a giant black pole stuck into my pussy.

          Bob got up and took a quick shower.  When he returned he said that he had an idea that could make my life much better.  He said that he had noticed that the house and yard needed lots of attention.  I told him that we did the best that we could, but money was a little tight.  He said that he knew a few men in various trades that could come by and help make this old place shine again.  He said that they did good work and that they all had something else that I needed.  He smiled and his hand traveled down his body until it reached his big cock.  Then he said that they all loved white women and would be glad to work for pussy.

          I made it quite clear that I was not a whore.  He agreed and told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.  He said that I should set up a meeting with each of the men and let them see what work needed to be done.  While they are checking out the work I could check out the men.  If I like what I see then schedule the work.  If you don’t want to be with any of them just let me know and I will find others that you will approve of.  He said it would all be in my hands.  You control who you fuck, when it happens, and how often it happens.  I told him I would think about it.  Then I smiled and asked him what his finder’s fee was.  He smiled back and let his hand travel down his body to his going cock.  I slid to the end of the bed and sucked his cock into my mouth.

Chapter 8

          Over the next two weeks I interviewed a landscaper, a painter, an electrician, and a heating and a/c guy.  To speed things along with my story I told Cindy only the highlights, until something very important happened.  I think she was more comfortable with that.  I also think I was making her horny, but we won’t go there.

          While I did feel more in control than before, I was still out of control.  I wanted to get past this as soon as possible.  I thought that if I could get enough black cock I would find the balance that my life had been missing.  I decided to interview each of the men that Bob recommended.  I figured that I would find a few that I would like.  Little did I know that my pussy wanted them all.

The landscaper offered to treat the lawn once, to mow it every week, to clean up the leaves in the fall, and to trim the trees and scrubs as needed.  He told me that Bob had said I would be paying for this in an unusual way.  I blushed, but shock my head in agreement.  He just smiled and said that he would be bringing a three man crew each Wednesday.  We did have a very big yard to take care of.  He said that he would want me to take care of all three men.  He said that two men would be working outside and one would be “working” inside.  I blushed again, but agreed. I hadn’t counted on handling that many men in one day, but what the hell.  The sooner I got over this obsession the better.  Instead of signing a contract he took me downstairs and sealed the deal with an 11” black pen.  He was big, strong, handsome, and he fucked the hell out of me for almost an hour.

          The painter agreed to paint the inside of the house except the basement.  He also agreed to paint the outside of the house and the stand alone garage.  He said that it would take four men about two weeks to complete the job.  He wanted me to take care of his entire crew each day that they were on the job, himself included.  He said that it would be difficult to control the men and the quality of their work unless each man got treated the same.  He said that job was so large and costly that he would like to visit me once a week for the next six weeks to cover his expenses.  I was concerned about this last wrinkle.  What if I decided to quite fucking around before then?  He knew that was a problem with me and offered me the option of allowing his crew to visit me on rainy days, when they didn’t have any work.  I agreed to that option, but only two additional visits.  We sealed the deal in the basement.  That was the day that I got butt fucked for the second time.  I swore that was the last time I would ever allow that to happen again.  These men were too big for that kind of action.

          The electrician saw that I needed some minor repairs, some wiring upgrades, and I wanted additional outlets in the bedrooms and the basement.  He also did telephone work and would add an additional jack in the basement and in Cindy’s room.  Most of his work was labor, so all he wanted was to fuck me on the two visits it would take to do the work.  He said that he would like an additional visit to cover the materials.  I sealed the deal with a blowjob in the kitchen.  He was in a hurry to get to another job.  His name was Decker and I liked him so much that he visited many more times than the work required.  He cock was 13” long but not very fat.  I was surprised when he worked his cock into my throat and face fucked me.  I really liked how that felt and allowed his to come by as often as our schedules would allow.  I was spending a lot of time on my back those days.

          The heating and a/c guy was nice too.  I would only need him on an as needed basis.  I told him I would take care of him each time he had to come out.  He agreed, with one addition.  He said that if I needed him at night or weekends, he would want to visit me twice for each of those visits.  I agreed.

          Bob introduced me to a mechanic too.  I got so used to setting up deals for services that I set up a few on my own.  We needed to solve a bug and ante problem in the house.  One quick fuck in the basement and the problem was solved.   

          The more I talked the more Cindy’s mouth hung open.  She asked me if there was anybody in the community I hadn’t fucked.  She laughed when I told her that I hadn’t been with the priest or the doctor.  Cindy laughed and said that they are both white.  I laughed back.  Cindy wanted to know more.

Chapter 9

          I told Cindy that arranging a schedule that allowed me to not get caught and yet take care of all of my promises was the difficult part.  Most days were spent with me seeing 2 or 3 different men.  I started at 10 am and stopped when I needed to get cleaned up and go to pick you up.  Sometimes, when things got backed up, I would do two or three men at a time.  I got to where I loved having a cock in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time.  Cindy was shocked at how whorelike I had acted.

          I told her that I loved every minute of it.  The yard men usually finished their work quickly and come to the basement for some entertainment.  Those days always turned into a gangbang.  The painters got very little work done the first few days.  Without anyone to supervise them they all wound up in the basement.  I spent a lot of time with a cock in my mouth, pussy, and each hand.  Five hours would pass in what would feel like minutes.  On most of those days one of the men would have to help me get cleaned up.  My arms and legs wouldn’t work well after taking that kind of fucking.

          Things settled down after the bulk of the work was completed.  I set up a schedule that was more manageable.  Bob and the paint foremen would visit me on Monday.  Each would spend enough time to fuck me twice each.  Tuesday was the day that the electrician would visit.  I saw more of him than I had expected because he was able to help us replace our aging appliances.  I also would have the HVAC guy visit me if he was due.  Any odd ball fucking I wanted to do was done on this day too.  Wednesday was my shopping day.  Between shopping, laundry, and other weekly chores I had little time for fucking around on that day.  I also needed the rest.  Thursday I would be visited by the landscaping crew.  That turned out to be my favorite day.  I loved getting gangbanged by these big black men.  There was supposed to be only a three man crew, but often when we were done fucking there would be as many as five or six guys getting dressed.  The only thing that would happen on Friday would be the paperboy.  I got him to come by on Friday mornings to do some odd jobs and to collect for the newspaper.

          Cindy stopped me and asked me to repeat myself.  She couldn’t believe that I had fucked the paperboy.  I said that he was a delightful young man.  He was 17 years old and got to take a few periods off from school on Fridays.  He would come straight to my house to collect.  I always had him collect first because he was young and could fuck all day long.  Cindy said that she remembered him coming by all the time.

          But Cindy’s big question was about to come.  She said that I had explained how this got started, but that was 9 years ago.  She wanted to know why I hadn’t stopped.  I told her that I had slowed down.  I told her that I still see Bob, the electrician, the car mechanic, and the HVAC guy.  From time to time we need work done on the house and I pay for it with pussy.  I told her I didn’t stop because I never got tired of it.  It was almost like a drug and I was hooked.  I told Cindy that I had no plans on stopping.  It was now a part of my life and I loved it.  If she told on me then our life as she knew it would change forever.  I said it was up to her.

          Cindy didn’t tell on me.  As a matter of fact Cindy cut school on more than one day to spy on me.  She would sneak back into the basement and watch me get gangbanged.  I didn’t know she was doing this until one day the men caught her.  I guess that was the day she got black fucked for the first time.  I couldn’t stop it and watched as each of the five men took a turn with her, but that’s another story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well the bouncer at the door searched my ID for flaws then allowed me to pass.  As I walked by he whistled at me and I blushed and turned and said, “Thank you.”

He chimed back with, “No thank you for the view of your butt.”

I had on a silk shirt buttoned half way up; it was hot pink and with white slacks and shoes made me look good.  I had my nails filed and on the way there I coated them with clear polish. 

As I walked in several others followed behind me, there were a few guys already mingling so I strolled up the bar and ordered a margarita.  I had drunk one a couple of times when my mom would make them and leave the rest in the blender.  I was sipping on it when I noticed two hunks that were coming near me.  I acted coy and shy and it paid off big time.  The two of them were interested and as my cock showed, so was I, though I acted different.  They seduced me into the back booth for another round of drinks and we talked about things in general while I gulped the second one down.

Ivan was 6’2” light sand for hair that was tailored and short.  His blue eyes look like the sky and his dark tan was hot.  Hugh the guy by him was equally as attractive and they were almost the same except for his dark curly black hair.  They asked me how old and I lied, and said 19.  Then as we talked I found out that Hugh was 29 and Ivan was 25.  They were funny and sort of witty with me through the third round of drinks, but when the fourth round came they had the bartender use Vodka and I started to feel the effects right away.  Suddenly I started telling them, “I came here tonight to get myself screwed and to see if I can suck a cock like I have dreamed about for years.”

“What does it take to get your horny Billy?” Ivan asked as he petted my hand and slowly rubbed up my right arm.

“Oh that’s easy to do, but if you caress my nipples and suck them you can get into my pants and anything else as well,” I honestly replied wishing I hadn’t later.

“Sounds like you wish you were a girl then Billy.  Maybe we should rape you like a girl?  Come on what do you say to letting us take you right here and now?”  Hugh said as he slid his finger to my lower buttons and undone them.

As Ivan helped soon my shirt was opened and each man had a finger inside it caressing my nipples, and between the coos and ayahs, I replied, “Oh hell why not.”

Just about that time a couple of other men came over that were friends with them.  They were hard to make out as the drinks made my vision fuzzy, but one was big black and handsome and the other was a smaller red headed man.  Hugh had my shirt in the booth as Ivan began to undo and remove my pant sand sexy little silky white thong briefs.  I felt my cock exposed to the cool air and warm hands of Ivan just as Hugh leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.  I turned towards him a bit and off went my pants underwear and shoes.  His hands were playing with nipples as I felt my body float up and onto the table.  These men had done this before and in the bar, even though it was against the law.  The owner seemed to know that if he stopped them it would only make things worse so he let us go.

Hugh helped himself to my ass and began to lick and rim my asshole out, Ivan moved to drop his pants then kiss me before he offered his cock to my wanting mouth.  I looked at it for a few seconds before Hugh plunged inside me.  Then as I got use to the cock in my ass I licked Ivan and started to suck him slowly.  A few other people in the bar began to gather around and watch us as the bouncer stopped letting anyone else inside and told them the bar was full.  I was on my side naked as these two experts took full advantage of my horny virgin body.  When I felt Hugh pulsing to his orgasmic climax, I got so hot that I sucked Ivan like a vacuum and boy did he explode.

My night was far from over as the two of them relaxed the other two men took over and soon I had a new cock to suck and bigger dick in me.  The sounds that we were making were animalistic and raw and the feeling of his cock in my mouth aroused me to suck him off and swallow as much as I could.  The black man drove in my ass and made squirm from it a few times until he launched his load in me.

Suddenly I realized that I was being a slut and I looked up to see more blurry images of people and hear another set ask to take me as Ivan began to caress my nipples.  Men fucked my mouth and ass and as the night grew on I was fast becoming a male whore, and loving it.

One cock came to my lips it was bent rough and huge and as I took it in my mouth I was sucking the cum in from my lips of another one and there in the midst of this were my very well hung next door neighbor and his lesbian wife.  They slid up to me and started to enjoy me as well and before I knew it the man had me suck his cock off and then fucked me before the night ended.  At just after three in the morning they closed the bar and tossed me out the back door naked into the alley and no clothes.  I was so drunk that I couldn’t care and after passing out I have no really ideal of what happened to me the rest of the night.  Sometime early the next morning I awoke to find myself in a bed.  The room was dark and cold and the only light came from a screen at the base of the door.  I stumbled from the bed to find the floor bare cold concrete and then I saw a small handle on the door and turned the knob but it was locked.  I fumbled around until passing out again.  The next time I awoke the room was much plainer and I could see it was a cell.  I had been arrested by the police for public drunkenness and taken to the intake center.  They had kept me several hours before I realized what had happened to me and when they released me to my angry and upset mom, I wished they just had kept me in jail.  They had me in the adult prison and were just as mad at mom when they found out I was a minor.  She took me home and kept me inside until I was clearly berated beyond all words. 

I was grounded and told to stay home for eight weeks.  Then came my appearance and parole and was made to be home bound for another six months.  Since I refused to admit being in the bar they couldn’t fine them or anything for what happened to me and they couldn’t get anyone who said they had seen me there either.

Then after a few weeks more, my mom finally allowed me some freedom, two weeks before I turned 17.  I got me a part time job and saved all the money I could because while all this happened to me, all I really wanted was for it to happen every night.  I knew my mom understood I was gay, but she didn’t realize I wanted to become a woman.  My brother who began to understand me and accept me also used me during my home bound time.  I let him fuck me every night.  Pretty soon he like my ass better than his girlfriends and started finding ways to take advantage of me being home.  Including having me naked and tied over the exercise machine while he fucked me.  I made him shave my legs and arms and cock bald and then he started getting me the pills I needed to transform.  That’s why I got the job to save money to pay for it.

When my brother found out that I was going to do it, he helped me pay for it.  Then finally I found out how much I needed it one night when he was gone on a date with a girl.  I was just out of my bondage and the neighbor saw me and invited me over.  His wife was there with a camera and showed me some images she had saved on it.  It was me being fucked like a dog by her husband and some other men.  It made me so horny that I stripped naked and begged for him to fuck me and her to shoot it.  They made a copy of the pictures and put it on a disc and I used them to get dates on the net with.  Pretty soon I came to realize I could get money from men for sex, so I sold my body for $25 a fuck or $50 for a gang bang.  I made enough money by my 18^th birthday to pay the whole thing and make enough contacts to enjoy it afterwards.

Today I am know as Sylvia Dee, I am the same height but I now have a set of 36D boobs and a soft little slit where a cock use to be.  I have been fucking men so long now I don’t miss my dick.  But if I go without sex for more than a day I miss getting dicks.