Chapter 1

 

            I was too young and stupid to be a married man.  I had my heart broken in my first year of college and got married to the very next girl I dated.  It didn’t take long to find out what a mistake that was.  I flunked out of school, my parents wouldn’t let me move back home, and I was living with someone I really didn’t know or love. 

 

            I tried to make it work out.  We separated three different times, only to get back together.  I really wanted to make this work out.  By the time we separated for the third time I had run out of relatives to live with.  That’s where this story really begins.

 

            I worked at a grocery store in my home town.  It sucked, but the money was good for a small town in North Carolina.  The people were nice and they all enjoyed watching my circus ride of a life.  One of the guys on the night shift was always trying to help.  James meant well but he wasn’t the smartest knife in the draw.

 

            James overheard that I was looking for a room to rent.  My marriage wasn’t working out.  I was 19 years old, no money, and no place to live.  James told me to come home with him after work.  He said he may be able to help me out.  At the very least I could get something good to eat.

 

            James wasn’t much older than I was.  There were two things that bugged me about James.  The first was that he wasn’t that smart, but thought that he was.  The second was that he was very religious.  He was the deacon at his church and he was always trying to “save” me.  Deacons were normally a lot older, but James did everything at the church anyway.  They gave him the title because nobody else wanted to do the things that James was doing already.  But I liked James anyway.

 

            James took me home with him after work.  He told his wife to move the baby and her things into their bedroom.  He told her that he was renting me that room.  He was acting all macho and was really pissing off his wife.  I ate while they went to the back of the small mobile home, to talk more privately.  I overheard him tell Sharon that they needed the money almost as bad as I needed a place to stay.  She stopped complaining and started moving the baby things to their room.  James came back and told me to go home and get my things.  I didn’t want to, but I was out of luck and time.

 

            My life actually got better after moving in.  Sunday mornings sucked because James and Sharon got up very early for church.  They put on gospel music and weren’t quite about it.  They always asked me to go with them but I declined.  But things were getting better for me, until my asshole of a boss found out where I was living.

 

Chapter 2

 

            My boss loved to mess with people.  He was a sick sob.  He decided to split the stock crew in half.  I was promoted over James and put in charge of the day crew.  James was put in charge of the night crew.  I could tell it bugged James but he didn’t take it out on me.  There would be problems at home though and I knew my boss had planned it that way.

 

            I got to work normal hours, eat breakfast and supper at home with Sharon and the baby, and sleep normal night time hours.  James didn’t.  He ate at weird hours, ate leftovers, slept days, and missed out on a lot of family things.  It really pissed James off, but he never took it out on me.

 

            About a week into this new arrangement something unexpected happen.  I normally went to bed around 9 pm.  I was tired and hated the television shows that Sharon liked to watch.  I always sleep in the nude and had just drifted off when my bedroom door opened slowly.  Sharon had started doing my laundry for me and was bringing in a stack of folded cloths.  She was very quite and tried not to wake me.  She put down my cloths and turned to leave.  She stopped and I heard her gasp.  I hadn’t realized that my leg was not covered and that the rest my body had only a sheet to cover me.  I know that she could see everything.  I choose not to say anything but was getting turned on by her reaction.  I turned slightly and let the covers shift and let my cock come into view.

 

            I hadn’t had sex in over a month, so I was horny as hell.  I hadn’t thought of Sharon in that way before, but this was turning me on.  I got hard as a rock.  She shook her head and backed out of the room.  I heard a moan come from her bedroom a little while later.  I figured that she was playing with herself.  That sent me over the edge and I had to jack off.

 

Chapter 3

 

            While James was a big heavyset guy, Sharon was not.  She was 5’4” and hardly weighed 100 pounds.  I hadn’t really paid attention to it before but she had a nice body.  There was nothing spectacular about any one thing, just a very nice body.  I wondered how she got stuck with someone like James.

 

            For as plain and dumb as James was, Sharon was not.  She was smart and clearly handled all of the financial details for their family and for the church.  I know that I wasn’t the first to wonder how James managed to marry someone as sharp as Sharon.  James was about 6’1” and weighed more than he should.

 

            The next night was a lot like last night.  I was hoping for a repeat and made sure that if she came in tonight that see would see as much of me as possible.  I’m not as tall as James but my body was more toned.  At 19, it didn’t take much to get my cock hard.  My cock was 7” long and thick.  I wanted to make sure she got a good look at it, if she came back into my room.

 

            I started to feel guilty about this.  James had been good enough to take me in and here I was hoping to show his wife my nice hard cock.  Those guilty feelings disappeared when I heard my door open again around 11 pm.  She put my stuff down and stood at the foot of my bed just staring at my cock.  I didn’t say or do anything for a while, wanting to see what she would do.  My cock was so hard that it didn’t take much to make it jump and jerk around by itself.  She gasps and put her hand over her mouth.  She turned to leave and I thought the show was over for tonight.  I was wrong.

 

            As Sharon walked past the bed she reached out and lightly touched my cock.  It was all I could do to keep quite.  She stopped and continued to lightly stroke to underside of my cock.  I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I loved this.  Carefully she took my cock into her hand and she jerked me up and down a few times.  I had pre-cum leaking from the head of my cock and some of it got on her fingers.  I couldn’t believe it when she licked it off her finger.  She must have liked the taste.

 

            I had told her earlier this evening that I was a very heavy sleeper.  I told her that I saw that she had brought my cloths in after I had fallen asleep and that I hadn’t heard a thing.  This seed was now working to my benefit.  She dipped her finger back into my pre-cum and tasted it again.  I made no move at all.  I didn’t want to spook her.  When she saw that I was deep asleep she made her next surprising move.  She leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.  I could tell that she hadn’t sucked much cock by the way she acted.  I didn’t care, it felt great.  I wasted no time to give her a surprise too.  I shot off into her mouth.  I didn’t want her pulling away before I was done.  So, thinking quickly, I reached up and held her head in place and moan out my wife’s name.  This made her think I was dreaming about my wife, but what I was doing was making her swallow my cum.  I just held her head and kept fucking her mouth with my cock until I had no more cum to give her.  It was her turn to be careful to do anything to wake me.  She backed away from the bed and left the room.  That was hot!

 

Chapter 4

 

            I wondered how Sharon would act at breakfast the next morning.  She was her normal self.  You would have never known that she had sucked my cock last night.  Maybe there was more to this woman than I had thought.

 

            I had to figure a way to take thing to the next level and not scare her off.  So on the next night after dinner I turn the furnace off so that the house would get cold.  Of course I tried to fix it when she found that the house was getting cold.  I told her that I would get the needed parts in the morning and fix it before I go to work, but for tonight we were going to have to make do. 

 

            I knew that James had an electric heater in the work shed.  I told her that I would bring it into her bedroom so that she and the baby could stay warm tonight.  She was concerned about me but I played the game well.  I went on to bed with a few extra blankets.  After everyone was in bed I got up and knocked on her door.  When she answered I asked if she had any more blankets.  She said no, but ordered me to come and sleep in her room.  I protested but soon gave in.  As she turned away from me I took my robe off and climbed my naked body into her bed.  I waited a little while, until I knew she was asleep.  I pretended to also be asleep but snuggled up to her.  If she said anything I would again pretended that I had been asleep and thought she was my wife.  She didn’t protest when I spooned her.  I’ll never know if she thought I was James or not but when she felt my body against her she backed her but into me.  I reached around her and cupped her right breast and gently squeezed.  Her nipple got hard and so did my dick.  She moaned but didn’t wake.  I used my other hand to lift her gown and expose her naked ass to my hard cock.  I continued to spoon her.  I continued to massage her breast and nipple.  And I worked my cock between her closed legs.  I most have hit the right spot because she moaned again and opened her legs a bit.  The second I had enough working room I slid my cock into her pussy. 

 

            At some point she either woke up or stopped pretending.  She never looked back at me, she just asked me to fuck her.  And that I did.  I knew when she had her 1st orgasm because her pussy almost pushed my cock right out of her pussy.  It didn’t take long for me to fill her pussy with my cum.  Being 19 was now a good thing.  My cock never went soft.  I just continued to fuck her.  She cam three more times before I started to really pound her pussy.  She was coming for the fourth time when I filled her pussy again.  We both fell asleep just like that, with my cock still in her pussy.

 

            I got up the next morning before she did and reset the furnace.  I showered and made enough noise to wake Sharon.  I wanted to see how she would act this morning.  When I came into the kitchen for breakfast she was busy cooking.  She acted as if nothing had happened.  I told her that I had fixed the furnace and thanked her for helping me out last night.  She smiled and said she was glad to help.  I told her that I would love to repay her sometime, anytime.

 

Chapter 5

 

            It was half way through the next day when a cold chill ran down my spine.  My memory kicked in and I realized something was wrong.  I had been worried about not using protection last night.  She was married.  She had to be on the pill.  That’s when I remembered that James had bought rubbers several times in the past.  It had to do with their church.  They didn’t believe in most forms of birth control.  James said that the church wouldn’t like it if they knew he even under rubbers.  He said that they wanted to wait to have another baby.  All I could think about all day was the two loads of cum I had filled Sharon with last night.  Had I knocked her up?

 

            When I got home after work Sharon had dinner on the table.  Everything seemed normal, so I relaxed a bit.  We talked a little and watched TV.  I went to bed at the normal time.  I thought I was in the clear.  She hadn’t said nor done anything that made me think she even remembered anything about last night.  So I went to sleep.

 

            Up until now this had all been fun.  Since Sharon hadn’t acted like anything had happened I thought that little harm had been done.  If she wanted to play around a little, well, that was up to her.  It had all seemed somehow innocent.

 

            But then things started to get out of hand.  About 11 pm my bedroom door opened and Sharon walked in.  She didn’t have anything in her hands, as before.  She walked over to the bed, removed her robe, picked up the sheet, and climbed her naked body into my bed.  She didn’t say a word.  She gripped my cock and found it hard as last night.  She climbed on top of me and slid my unprotected cock into her pussy.  I looked on in amazement as she rode up and down on my cock.  She moaned and tossed her head back and forth.  She looked me right in the eye and said that she always loved being on top.  Her orgasm was shattering.  She was in control but clearly didn’t want gentle sex.  I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and really pounded her pussy.  I hoped the neighbor thought I was James having a good time because she was loudly shouting her approval of my pounding.  She cam several times that way before I filled her pussy with more of my seed.

 

            I knew this was wrong.  At the very least it was more wrong than anything we had done before.  But I couldn’t say no to her.  We fucked all night long.  I have no idea how many orgasms she had but I know that I filled her pussy three more times that night.  If she wasn’t pregnant from last night’s activities, then she would be tonight.

 

            She stayed with me all night.  I managed to sleep very little.  My alarm clock went off at the normal time.  I awoke to find Sharon sucking my cock.  I laid back and let her finish me off, swallowing every drop I shot into her mouth.  When she was finished swallowing we both got up and went back to own ends of the trailer to shower and start our day.  I dressed quickly and left for work without talking to Sharon.

 

            I knew that we had crossed a line that I was not comfortable with.  If Sharon wanted to fuck then I would be glad to pound her pussy.  But I was sure that Sharon would want more of me sooner or later.  And as I had said earlier, I liked James.

 

            I moved back with my wife the next afternoon, which was a Saturday.  I told James that I needed to try and make my marriage work.  He was happy to hear that and was none the wiser as to the real reason for my leaving.  Sharon was a little confused and upset.

 

            James and I remained friends.  A month after I had moved out He told me that Sharon was pregnant and he didn’t understand how it could have happened.  He seemed happy about it though.  I ran into Sharon from time to time.  I even managed to visit her when James was out of town. 

 

            I moved out of state just after the baby was born.  It was a boy.  I never say James or Sharon again.

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”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

          A hobby is something someone does because they enjoy doing it.  It is something that they are usually good at.  It is something that helps reduce stress and simply makes someone happy.  That’s what my hobby does for me.  I’d like to share my hobby with you.

          I like to suck cock.  No, I love to suck cock.  It meets all of the definitions of a hobby in that I enjoy doing it, I’m great at it, and it brings me satisfaction.  It not only reduces my stress level, it reduces the stress level to the owner of the cock I am sucking.

          It didn’t start out as a hobby.  It started out as something a young girl does to grow up, to fit in with other girlfriends.  It became a hobby when I discovered that I got as much pleasure from doing it as my partner was getting.  It’s kind of a strange story and may not make since to anyone but me.  It only needs to make since to me because it’s my life.  But let me share some of the story with you and let you be the judge.

          I am currently 27 years old.  I am 5’4” tall and weigh 115 pounds.  I have red hair and that seems to drive men crazy.  My other measurements are normal.  I have just enough of everything, or so some men have said.  I tried marriage once but it wasn’t for me.  I have lots of friends but I don’t seem to need anyone closer than a good friend.  I’m sure that my hobby has something to do with it also.

          My story starts when I was in the sixth grade.  My life was very normal, lots of friends, good grades, family, and a very special best friend.  Alice and I did everything together.  We spent as much time together as possible.  We were at the age of experimentation.  We tried smoking.  We hated it.  We tried beer once and hated that too.  We were both boy crazy but were too scared and dumb to do anything about.  At least I was.  We talked about kissing boys and about sex.  We read stories in Alice’s father’s copies of Penthouse.  We even played with ourselves and had our first orgasms on the same sleepover.

          We also talked a lot about out sixth grade teacher.  He was younger than all of the other teachers and god he was a hunk.  All of the girls had a crush on him.  He was a good teacher and it didn’t seem to matter that he was related to the school principle.  Alice was bolder than the rest of us girls.  She would flirt with him even though she didn’t know anything more about sex than what we had read in those stories.  It was fun watching her make him act all uncomfortable.

Chapter 2

          My happy little world got smashed on the day that Alice told me that she was moving away.  Her Dad had gotten a transfer and they had to move almost immediately.  I knew that I was going to miss her and there were things about her that I wanted to be like.  She was strong and in control.  It was difficult to back her into a corner.  If someone like me did something wrong and got caught I would be scared of the punishment.  She would go on the offensive and would never let anyone know if she was afraid.  There were a lot of different things about her I wished I was like.

          Alice and I sat on the bus, headed for school, on her last day before she was due to move.  She made a comment about our teacher and that she wished she had more time with him.  I asked her what she had planned for him but I said it in a way that sounded like I was calling her bluff.  Alice said that she had always wanted to try giving a blow job.  Again, I called her bluff.  I said that she still had today and that she couldn’t get into to much trouble if things blew up in her face.  It was her last day after all. 

          She said that she would do it today.  She said that when everybody went outside to play she would ask to speak to Mr. Jamieson in private.  Alice told me that she wanted me to be her look out and that she wanted me to watch her do it, just to prove that she wasn’t lying.  I agreed but never thought she would go through with it.

          When the time came I hide myself just inside the doorway of the classroom.  I was close enough to hear Alice talking to Mr. Jamieson.  She told him that she was going to miss him.  He was nice and complemented her back.  She told him that she want to give him something to remember her by.  While he was explaining to her that it wasn’t necessary she reached out and cupped his crouch.  This caught him by surprise and he tried to stop her.  She continued to rub him and told him to enjoy it.  He continued to verbally try and stop her.  Alice unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles.  She got down her knees and pulled down his underwear.  It was just like one of the stories we would read in the magazines.  Mr. Jamieson’s cock was right in front of Alice’s face.  She looked over at me as she took his cock into her mouth.

          Mr. Jamieson continued to try and stop her but his efforts grew weaker as she continued to suck.  He moaned and put his hands on her head and started to help guide her.  He started telling her to use her tongue.  He started moving his hips and to fuck her face.  It was all Alice could do to keep up, but she managed.  The whole act didn’t last long.  Mr.Jamieson’s movement grow faster and faster.  Then suddenly he stop and his whole body went stiff.  He held Alice’s head firmly with his cock in her mouth as deep as her could get it.  He told her to swallow and to keep swallowing.  I knew from the stories we read that he was about to cum in her mouth and he want her to swallow it.  And swallow it she did.  Mr. Jamieson let her head go when he was done shooting into her mouth.

          Alice licked her lips as she stood up.  She looked as if she didn’t know what to do next.  She looked at me when Mr. Jamieson was pulling up his pants.  She mouthed at me to make some noise.  I knew she was looking for a way out of the classroom without looking like a silly little girl.  I backed into the hall a bit and yelled out Alice’s name. I then walked into the room.  I guess I moved a little too fast because Mr. Jamieson’s pants weren’t all the way back up when he made eye contact with me.  Alice thanked Mr. Jamieson and headed out the door with me in tow.

Chapter 3

          All Alice wanted to do was to talk about the blow job.  She said that she hadn’t counted on him cumming in her mouth, but it tasted good.  It was warm and salty.  She liked it.  She said I should try it sometime.  What I didn’t tell her was how excited I had gotten watching them.  I was going to take her advice and try it, I just didn’t know when.

          The next day was a Saturday and Alice was gone.  I cried most of the day.  Nobody could make me feel better.  I was lost.  After a while I decided it was time to be more like Alice.  My heart might be broken but why should I act like a little baby.  So I got off my bed and let my parents try and help me feel better.  We had a great weekend.  But I was still lonely.

          On Monday I went back to school.  As soon as saw Mr. Jamieson all I could do was to relive what I saw on Friday.  Mr. Jamieson looked uncomfortable with me as well.  When recess time came and everybody went outside to play Mr. Jamieson asked for me to stay behind.  He said that he wanted to talk to me about what I saw on Friday.  I tried to play dumb but he knew that I saw what had happened.  It took a few minutes for me to realize that he was afraid that I would tell on him.  He tried to make me feel as if I had done something wrong but I knew better.

          I got up the nerve to do what Alice would have done, go on the offensive.  I interrupted him and asked him if Alice was any good.  That caught him off guard.  I asked him if it felt good.  He stuttered and tried to act like nothing was wrong, but I was now in control of this situation.  I asked him if he would have liked her to do it again.  He didn’t answer verbally but the bulge in his pants said that he would have.  I knew at that moment that I wanted to try and give my first blow job.

          I got up and walked over to him and copied what Alice had done on Friday.  I started rubbing the bulge in his pants and he just moaned.  I had expected him to try and stop me but he didn’t.  In fact, he stood up and undid his pants himself.  He reached out and pulled my face to his cock and started running it over my lips.  I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock in.  He started giving me instructions but it was hard to do anything except hang on.  He held my head in place and kept fucking my face.  His cock felt bigger in my mouth than it looked hanging between his legs.  He didn’t last much longer than he did with Alice.  I tried to remember the instructions he had given Alice.  I used my tongue when I could, but he made it difficult.  He kept fucking my face.  He groaned about the same time my mouth filled with his cum.  He said to swallow and I did.  I kept swallowing. I couldn’t believe he could shoot that much stuff.

          Suddenly there was a noise behind me and Mr. Jamieson pulled away from me.  His cock was still shooting and the next bit of cum hit me directly in the face.  I looked up and saw that Mr. Jamieson was now very afraid.  I heard someone behind me asking my teacher what he was doing to that little girl.  I heard Mr. Jamieson tell me to get out of here before I got caught.  I didn’t ask questions, I just ran.  The problem was that I had cum running done my face.  The principle saw it clearly as I ran past him into the bathroom.  I hide in there for awhile because I was really scared.  I loved sucking that hard cock.  Alice had been right about the taste.  I liked that too.  I just didn’t want to get into trouble.

Chapter 4

          I choose to skip the last part of the day and ran home.  I just knew that I was in so much trouble.  I called Alice and told her what had happened.  She got out of school 2 hours earlier than we did because of the time difference back east.  At first she was shocked that I had had enough nerve to suck Mr. Jamieson’s cock.  It blew her away that I had let him cum in my mouth.  She was a little concerned when she heard that we got caught but that quickly turned to laughter when I told heard that he shot cum in my face.  She died laughing when I told her I ran out of the school with cum dripping off my chin.

          When the laughing was done Alice told me to go on the offensive.  I still might get in trouble but quit being afraid.  Blame it on someone or something else.  Who knows, maybe somebody would buy it.  At the very least, I would like myself better if I quit being such a pussy.  Those words hung with me all night.  There were no unexpected phone calls or visitors.  I figured that maybe I could keep my parents out of this.  But I wasn’t looking forward to school tomorrow.  I didn’t have a clue what I would be walking into. 

          I didn’t see Mr. Jamieson in the classroom when I got there.  We all found out that he had called in sick.  Not having to face him today was going to be better too.  The last thing I needed was for him to act all weird and stuff all day long.  So the day went well until lunch time.  I heard my name called out over the intercom.  I was told to go to the office, that the principle wanted to see me.  Now I knew trouble was on the way.

          I was sent right into the principles office.  I was told to take a seat by the secretary.  I noticed that the principle was sitting in his chair with his back to me, looking out the window.  He didn’t speak right away and I am sure that was to intimidate me.  When he did start speaking it was hard to hear him because he spoke so softly.  He finally spoke loud enough for me to understand him.

          Mr. Baker was in his 50’s.  He wasn’t very big but the way he acted everybody respected his position.  He could be scary at times.  He said that he had a real problem on his hands.  He told me that Jake the janitor had seen someone involved in a sexual act with his teachers.  Jake said that he was sure that it was a student who was performing a sexual act on one of his teachers.  He said that everybody was going to lose because of this situation.  He hadn’t asked me to speak so I didn’t.

          He said that the teacher involved would surely be fired, his teaching career would be over forever, and jail time was a real possibility.  He said that the student involved could very well be suspended.  Even worse than that, that students name would get out and she would have to live with that kind of a reputation.  What would her parents think?  He then said that even he would lose his job over this.  He said that the teacher involved was a relative of his and he was told not to hire him to begin with.  Mr. Baker said that he didn’t listen and gave his only sister’s son a job.  He then looked directly at me and asked me what I thought he should do.

          Before I could answer he continued talking.  He said that Jake owed him several big favors and that maybe he could be counted on to keep his mouth shut.  He said that the teacher involved was so scared that he has asked for a transfer.  Mr. Baker said that he doubted the Mr. Jamieson would ever do anything like that again and would surely keep his mouth shut.  He said that he was sure that the student would love to not be in trouble over this.  He said that keeping the students parents out of this would be very important also.  He said that since nobody else knew anything about this that maybe he would be able to keep his job as well.  But then he asked me why should he take that risk?

          Before I could answer his question something dawned on me.  He wanted something from me.  He wanted to show me how much trouble I could have caused, then he wanted to show me a way out.  But he wanted something from me, a reason to make this all go away.  My mind was racing.  I wondered how Alice would react to this situation.  Mr. Baker wanted me to be afraid.  Then I knew what to do.  Alice would do something bold, something to surprise or shock.  So I looked at Mr. Baker and asked him if he wanted a blow job too.  I could see that I had shocked him but that I had got it right.  He didn’t answer me. He just sat back and studied me for a second.  So I asked him again.  Would a blow job help him make up his mind?

          He didn’t answer me, so I got up and walked around to his side of the desk.  I turned his chair to face where I was standing and dropped to my knees.  I reached for his belt and unbuckled his pants.  He lifted himself off the chair enough for me to slide his pants and underpants down to his ankles.  He never said a word.  He just laid his head back and closed his eyes.  I looked at his cock and it was bigger than Mr. Jamieson’s.  I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I sucked his cock into my mouth.  I know that I wasn’t very good at it but I did my best.  I bobbed my head up and down on his cock.  I used my tongue like I had heard Mr. Jamieson tell Alice and I.  I used some of the things we had read in the stories too.  I tried to take all of his cock into my mouth.  I gagged a few times before I remembered that one of the stories had said to swallow when the urge to gag would start.  I was totally surprised when Mr. Baker’s cock went right down my throat. 

          Mr. Baker moaned for the first time.  I felt his fingers in my hair.  I found a good stroke and got his ass moving in his chair.  I would bob up and down a few times then swallow his cock down my throat.  I had just swallowed his cock for the third or fourth time when he went totally stiff, moaned, grabbed my head, and start shooting cum into my throat.  His cock grew so fat that it slide back up into my mouth as he continued to shot cum.  My mouth quickly filled up with cum and I started swallowing.  His sperm tasted more salty.  It wasn’t bad, but not as interesting as Mr. Jamieson’s.

          I was really turned on.  I couldn’t believe how fast all of this was happening.  His cock was growing softer as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock.  I looked up at his face as I sucked.  As I backed away Mr. Baker said that Mr. Jamieson was right.  I might be new at this but I had a talent for it.  He smiled and said that with a little practice I could become the best cock sucker he had ever met.  I thought that his comments were kind of gross but I really did enjoy sucking cock.

Chapter 5

          Mr. Baker told his staff that I was working on a special project for him and would be using my student periods on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I would report to his office and act as if I was doing something important.  But soon after arriving in the office I would join Mr. Baker in his office.  I would suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth.  I would take my time so I could improve my technique.  I got really good at deep throating his and even got to the point that he could fuck my throat like it was a pussy.  Over time things progressed.  I wasn’t interested in fucking him and he knew that.  But he wanted to show me other pleasures.  Our routine almost never changed.  I would suck his cock until he shot off in my mouth.  He would then eat my pussy and my asshole.  He would finger fuck both holes.  I had some of the most powerful orgasms. 

          Mr. Baker wasn’t my only playmate that year.  I had a chance to be alone with Jake the janitor one day when Mr. Baker had been called away unexpectedly.  He was staring at me and I knew he recognized me from when he caught me with Mr. Jamieson.  He didn’t say anything, he just went about his work and he would stare.  I was already disappointed that Mr. Baker was going to miss our fun time.  So I got a bright idea.

          All of the stories Alice and I read talked about black men having really big cocks.  I wanted to see for myself.  So I asked Jake if he would do me a favor.  Of course he said yes but he didn’t have any idea what I had in mind.  I had him hold up a big piece of construction paper.  I had him hold it high enough that he couldn’t see me.  His pants were always loose and would barely stay up.  So when the time was right I moved in really quickly.  Since he couldn’t see me I got down on my knees in front of him and jerked his pants down.  I moved quickly so he would have a chance to stop me.  The fact that he didn’t wear underpants made my job easier.

          Jake’s cock was as big as Mr. Baker’s and it wasn’t hard yet.  It was coal black.  I opened my mouth and sucked his cock in.  It tasted sweaty and like it hadn’t been washed in a while.  But that didn’t stop me.  Jake dropped the construction paper and looked at me like a deer caught in head lights.  He just froze in place, which made my job easier.  His cock grew quickly.  It must have been at least 10” long.  In no time I had both hands wrapped around his cock and sucked as much of it as I could.  He just stood there and let me do it.  I jerked his cock with my hands as I sucked the head.  I noticed that my pussy was getting wetter by the minute.  Jake never toughed me.  He never moaned or said a word.  The only way I knew he was about to cum was that his cock grew even fatter.  He exploded in my mouth.  I swallowed as fast as I could.  It tasted bitter.  But if I didn’t swallow it then it would leak out of my mouth or shot onto my clothes.  By the amount that was flooding into my mouth that would have made a huge mess.  So I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed.  I didn’t think he would ever stop. 

Chapter 6

          I had tons of fun the rest of that year.  I sucked Mr. Baker off twice a week.  I talked Jake into letting me suck him several more times.  I meet the school superintendent in Mr. Baker’s office one day.  Mr. Baker asked me to help him with a problem he was having with his boss.  So I seduced him.  It was quite easy.  I saw the way he looked at me.  A lot of older men looked at me and Alice when we would go to the mall.  I guess it is a fantasy or something. 

          That was a real fun day.  While I was sucking Mr. Airs’s cock Mr. Baker ate my pussy.  They changed places three times.  I cam 5 times and swallowed three nice big loads of cum.  Mr. Airs became a regular.  By the time the school year was out I was giving five or six blow jobs a week.  I had my pussy sucked by as many as four different men that year.

          The fun came to an end when school was out.  I wouldn’t have any reason to see ant of those men again because I would be starting at another school.  But the summer wasn’t all bad.  I had a few interesting adventures, but nothing regular.  The most daring risk I took was to approach a man at the mall.  He was with his family, but he kept looking at me.  He was good looking so I took a chance.  I approached him when his wife and daughter were in a clothing store.  He was outside waiting on them.  I introduced myself and told him that I saw him staring at me.  He tried to deny it but I told him it was ok, that I liked it.  I told him to tell his wife that he was going to look at some sporting goods store and that he would meet them back at the food court in half an hour. 

          He looked puzzled until I explained to him that we could go back to his car and I would suck his cock for him.  He couldn’t get me out to his car fast enough.  He had a nice cock and most have been very excited.  He filled my mouth twice.  He wanted my phone number so we could meet again but I said no.

          It is very important to note that I am not a slut.  I am not addict either.  I’ve been told that I could make a lot of money sucking cock but that would make me a whore.  I started out this story but saying that this was a hobby, something I love to do, something I am very good at.  I have never let it get out of control or let it rule my life.

          I had always been a great student.  I made good grades and I didn’t have to suck anyone to get them.  I stayed out of trouble and got along well with my parents.  The only that was different about me was that, if an opportunity presented itself, I liked to suck cock.

          Nobody would have ever guessed it about me either.  I went to church every Sunday with my parents, I babysat for a few of my parents friends, and I even volunteered at the hospital as a candy stripper when I was in the 8^th grade.  Now that was fun.  After several of the doctors found out that I would suck their cocks I didn’t have to wash too many bed pans.  There was also a black man that had been injured in a fight.  He seemed to get a kick out of showing me his cock whenever I went into his room.  His cock was huge.  I enjoyed sucking it. 

          I came to see him one evening, hoping to blow him again.  Instead I found that he had company.  Three of his friends had stopped by and didn’t seem to care that visiting hours were over.  He introduced his friends to me and then surprised me by telling them that I was the young girl he had told them about.  He told them that I give a great bj.  He pulled his cock out and told me to show them what a good cock sucker I was.  I refused to be intimidated so I leaned over his bed and sucked his cock into my mouth.  Before I left that room I had given each of those nice men something to remember me by.  It was very exciting.  I had hands all over my body as well as a few fingers in my pussy and ass.  I had never had intercourse but I had made up my mine if he was still in the hospital the next night I was going to have him fuck me.  To my luck he had checked out before I got but on duty.

Chapter 7

          When I was in the 9^th grade I finally lost my cherry.  I didn’t mean it to happen the way that it did.  You see, my father got mad at me for something he thought I had done.  He didn’t believe me when I denied his charges.  I don’t even remember what he claimed I had done.  He grounded me on a special weekend for me and some of my friends.  We were going to a concert and now my plans were crushed.  I was really pissed at him.

          Around my house two things happened every Saturday afternoon.  The first thing is that my mother would take my younger sister out for a girl’s afternoon of fun.  It could be the mall, a movie, a play, or something like that.  They would never return until almost dark every Saturday.  The second thing was that my father would have two of his buddies over to work on a hot rod dad was rebuilding.  Bobby and Mark were about the same age as my father.  Both men were a little gross after they had had a few beers.  Mark would even make remarks about my ass and if I were only a little older.  It was hard to tell if he was joking but that is how my dad would take it.  He would put Mark in his place by telling him that if he ever found a girl my ago we would be burying him shortly after.  Everybody would laugh and go back to work.

          So on this weekend I sat in my room pissed off as hell.  Just like clock work I heard my dad yell, up through my window, to bring them a round of beers.  And as usual, when I got out there Mark started up with the comments.  As I was leaving Mark got up to take some trash to the can outside the garage.  When we were alone, I told him if he could get away from the other two that he should come up to my room.  I told him I had a surprise for him, something he had want for some time.  His eyes got very big and he shook his head yes.

          About ten minutes later Mark showed up in my doorway.  I told him to come in.  Without saying another word I walked over to him and unbuckled his pants.  I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock.  He was quite a disappointment.  He cam in less than 30 seconds.  We I was done I patted his cock and told him to tell Bobby that he was next.  I told him if he was a good boy he could visit me again.  In less than 15 minutes Bobby was standing in my room with his pants down to his ankles.  He cock was nice, big, and hard.  I used my greatly improved talents and allowed his cock to slide in and out of my throat.  When he was about to cum he grabbed my head and gave my throat a good fucking.  I tasted very little of his cum because most of it was shot directly into my throat.

          I told Bobby that Mark would want to see me again and asked him to keep my father busy.  Mark last longer the second time.  He wanted to fuck me but I put him off by telling him he didn’t have the time or energy today, maybe later.  I felt very proud of myself for confusing my father and messing up his day.  They got nothing done except feed me.

          The next Saturday was different.  Mom and my sister went out as usual but dad had to go and take care of a problem at grandma’s house.  When Mark and Bobby showed up to work on the car I told them dad wasn’t there.  Instead of being disappointed they seem excited by that news.  They said that they would keep me company then.  I knew what they wanted.  I played dumb and asked them what they wanted.  Both of them dropped their pant right in the living room.  I told tell we should take this to my room.

          Once we were in my room they both stripped naked.  I wanted to start sucking their cocks but they wanted me naked too.  As soon as my clothes were off Mark stuck his cock in my mouth.  At the same time Bobby buried his face in my pussy.  Bobby knew how to eat pussy.  He worked a finger into my pussy and one into my ass while he tongued my clit.  I cam all over his face, but he kept going.  Mark was fucking my face at the same time.  I did my best to keep up with him but Bobby was making it tough.  I was almost surprised when Mark erupted in my mouth.

          As soon as I was done swallowing they changed position.  They had me get on my hands and knees.  Bobby moved around front and worked his stiff cock down my throat.  Mark ate my pussy a little before moving his tongue to my asshole.  I cam hard from that.  But then Mark did something I wasn’t expecting.  He moved up behind me and positioned his cock at the opening to my pussy.  I tried to stop him but Bobby was to busy fucking my throat.  They had me sandwiched in such away as to stop me from stopping Mark.  I felt his cock enter my pussy.  I didn’t want him to but it felt good until he broke my cherry.  Now that hurt.  But the noises I made were interrupted as pleasure instead of pain.

          Once he had his cock all the way in my pussy he started to fuck in and out.  Bobby continued to fuck my throat.  I lost track of time and almost missed it when Bobby shot off in my mouth and throat.  When he removed his cock from my mouth all I could do was to breathe.  My pussy had stopped hurting and I acutely had my first orgasm from intercourse.  While I was lost in my own orgasm Mark exploded into my pussy.  I could feel it.  And the excitement wasn’t over.  As soon as Mark moved out of the way Bobby took his place.  He felt huge, but good.  He pounded my pussy long and hard.  He fucked me for at least a half an hour and I cam two more times.  I wasn’t able to stop Mark from cuming inside me so there was no reason to stop Bobby.  And cum he did, tons of it. 

          My mouth felt really empty and I wanted to suck something.  But they weren’t done with my pussy.  Mark was hard again and he rolled me onto my back.  He climbed between my legs and started fucking me.  The action went on like this for several hours.  Mark fucked me three times and Bobby fucked me twice.  I sucked Mark off twice and Bobby three times.  It amazed me that men in their late 40’s could last that long.

Prolog

          Over the years I learned a number of lessons.  To put it crudely, bears done shit where they eat.  Fucking and sucking so close to home was dangerous.  Considering that I treat this as a hobby only, I needed to use better judgment and stay in control.  Learning this lesson kept me from having unwanted advances like I received from Bobby and Mark.  It also allowed me to find a new excitement to my hobby.  Doing it with strangers felt different, exciting.  Almost every man I approached was surprised, shocked, but only too happy to feed me his cock.  I have tried to keep a count of the number of different men I have sucked off.  My best guess is that I have sucked over 1000 different men.  I have been involved in a number of threesomes and gangbangs.  I’m just girl having fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.