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The events for this story all took place in my life from 1965 to 1967. I have used personal journals that I keep for my husband to comply with his demands to know what I was up to in exchange for him allowing me the sexual freedom I craved. It is from my journals that I'm able to write this story to share with other women who love black sex and would never allow a white man's cock to penetrate them again. The photos of me are all in black & white. The video taped movies of me were actually made with two 8mm move cameras in color and some in black & white. They were duplicated many times over and sold in adult book stories for thirty-five to forty-nine dollars each. E-mails were not around back then, all correspondence was by old fashion ground mail or telephone. And my journals were all hand written. I just thought it would be fun to share it with you in a more contemporary computer fashion. The photo next to my story title is of me at age sixty-nine and still very sexually active with black men. Please write me and let me know how you like my story. Hugs and kisses to all you readers. Why Condoms Don't Work, and What To Do About It! From AIM Health Care Foundation The major reason condoms fail to prevent disease is that people only use them part of the time. Wear them every time! Researchers state that the most common reasons people give for not wearing condoms are: 1. They think a partner is not infected. 2.They don't think condoms really work. 3.They forget to carry them. 4.They are too embarrassed to bring the subject up - afraid a partner will be offended. 5.They are too drunk or high on drugs to remember, care, or even be able to put their condoms on. Don't let this happen to you! If you're going to use penetration during sex, be prepared, willing and able to use condoms! The second most important reason condoms don't prevent disease is they leak or break. Sometimes a condom is poorly manufactured. More often, they leak or break because they are old, have been exposed to strong sunlight, heat or extreme cold. But the most common reasons are rough treatment and oil-based lubricants. Remember: NEVER USE OIL-BASED LUBRICANTS ON LATEX. They gum up condoms, make them brittle and cause them to dissolve quickly. Two things happen gal's preg or HIV. For me it was Prego twice. Ordinary condoms only cover the penis and therefore only protect the organ and what it touches. The Reality condom covers a greater area and therefore is better for prevention. Unfortunately this is not enough protection against HIV or most other sexually transmitted infections because infected body fluids, which get into cuts, abrasions ingrown hairs, pimples, bleeding gums or other broken skin may spread the disease. Be sure to check out yourself and your partner to avoid unnecessary risks. Consider putting band-aids over small problem areas as partial protection and a gentle reminder during sex. I tell you this because when I was a young woman HIV was unheard off in the USA. The only reason a hooker or a lady rolled a condom on a lover was when he fucked her she wouldn't get pregnant. My story is about myself and my desire to play sperm roulette. Now it would be called HIV roulette, a very deadly game to play. I would never ever suggest or do it myself now. When I have sex with a black guy now, even if I know him and trust him, I roll his condom on for him and I make damn sure it's of high quality. I only us a quality lubricant. KY Jelly is for me the very best money can buy. A CONDOMS GOES ON, OR SAY, NO SEX LADIES. PLEASE PLAY IT SAFE, JUST SAY NO!! OK. Now my story...
Jack was sixty two years old we had not been able to have intercourse for over three years. His doctor told him that he was impotent and would be disabled sexually for the rest of his life. No longer would we be able to have sexual intercourse. As for me I had been off the pill for some time. Jack and I had wanted to have a child but it was no use. And to cut this a bit short I was having female problems so that even if Jack and I could have copulated I couldn't get pregnant anymore. Over the next six or seven mouths Jack did his best to satisfy my sexual needs. I was quite a bit younger than Jack, and we had both been married once before we meet. Oral sex and finger fucking was just not the same as be able to riding Jack's cock bare back, or the good feeling of his spunk as it flooded my private parts. I still had lots of sexual desire and had become an habitual masturbator and experienced such awesome horny periods when it seamed nothing would satisfy me unless it was a rock hard pecker coming off inside my sex hole, providing me with the substance I desired most of all. I finally made up my mind to confide in Jack. I didn't expected him to do anything about it. I just needed to talk about it with him so he would know how I struggled some days with my sexual feelings, emotions and desires. I got the surprise of my life, out of a clear blue Jack suggested that I run an ad looking for a lover. He told me, "Its the least you can do for yourself." I was taken aback by his words, "You don't really mean that do you?" I asked. Jack replied, "Liz I wouldn't have proposed it if I didn't mean it, now would I?" "No I guess not, so you're serious?" "Yes, so it's up to you now if you do it or not." I had been thinking about betraying Jack everytime I masturbated, but had held off doing so. Now with his approval I found the courage to set out and see if I could finding a black guy who was looking for a white female for friendship and some good sexual fun. A guy who would provide me with the kind of sexual pleasure Jack was powerless to do. I felt sorry for him, but I had to think about myself and my sexual needs. I started looking for and adult bookstore and found one that wasn't in too sleazy a part of town. I parked my car off the street and walked in. The guy at the front counter gave me the once over, I could feel his eyes follow me as I looked over the kinds of magazines that I might be able to place a personal ad in that would appear more locally saying that I was looking for a sexual partner. I found a magazine called "The Midwest Playhouse", that I thought might be what I was looking for. It was in a plastic wrapper so I could not inspect its contents till I got it home. I purchased it. When I got home I showed it to Jack and ask if he thought it was right for my needs. We looked through it to see what other people ran in the way of ads and tried to get a idea for the type of ad I should run on myself. After several trys I came up with what I thought would be a successful ad. I found a nude photo of myself that Jack had taken of me to run with the ad. It was one I had let Jack take of me wearing a black bra and garter belt. I drove to the post office and I dropped the ad copy with my photo in to the box. I told Jack later on, "Thank you Jack, but I don't hold out much hope for this to working." I didn't mind the fact that I was going to appear for the most part naked in a public adult swinger's magazine; in fact I got a thrill form from just thinking about myself be on display naked in the ad. I didn't think I was that bad looking.
MY AD
Condom not required. I'm old enough to ride a bare bone. I'm looking for a mature open-minded gentleman over 50. He is free to entertain in his home or apartment and he must enjoy dinning out. He must be from 6 to 7" of long lasting manhood. He must prefer a big beautiful women willing to pose nude for photos and be in home made videotapes screwing with him. My husband is very open-minded and indulgent of my needs and approves of my swinging alone.
So come, be spoiled and spoil
me, a woman who adores touching, being touched, and spending hours in
an other man's arms. Run your fingers thru my hair, your lips down my
spine, and allow me to wrap my legs around your hips and feel your hot
load of cum fill my sex hole. If interested please send frank letter,
photo along with SASE or email address for fast same day reply.
I'd been more less faithful to Jack during our married life. I admit that I had cheated a few times, been in a couple of home made movies and had a bunch of photos taken of me naked, but this time it was different. Jack was going to know what I was up to, he expected me to keep a diary for him and have videotapes. Made so he could satisfy his voyeuristic needs such as they were. I thought I knew why he wanted the videotapes of me being screwed, so he could show them at weekly poker parties he attended. Countless replys came to the post office box I rented for six mouths. None of them generate much excitement. I meet possibly twenty black guy's for coffee at a near by fast food place. Of those I had a date with just three of the guys. All those guys wanted to do was have sex. I needed more than just sex I wanted a guy that I could fall for emotional as will as physically in love with. Almost six mouths to the day that I opened my post office box, a letter came. I didn't bother opening it, the excitement was gone from my search for a lover, and I had for the most part lost interest. They all seamed like a lot of jerks and one nighters, none of them wanting to try developing and on going sexual relationship with me. I took the letter home, when I pulled the mail from the apartment building post box I just stuffed it into the mix and put it all on the kitchen table to open after I changed clothes. When Jack got home that evening from a meeting I had gone to bed and lift the letter on the kitchen table. He must have seen the letter. It was from a guy named Howard; I had lift it laying on the table opened with a note a one word scrawled on it. Answered. Unlike all the other letters I had received, this one got me excited, I didn't tossed into the garbage like the others. I was sure that he had seen and read it and was wondering if I responded to it because of the amorous nature of the letter. I had become more than just curious about who this Howard guy might be, I became sexually aroused from what he wrote me. It was such a personal letter, written in such a way to make it seam like we had been long lost lovers. Howard had included his email address in the letter, but no snapshot of himself, saying that he would be sure she had one before they meet, he said in the letter that he would email two photos of himself should we decide to meet. Jack knowing me as he did and my sloppy habits were it came to our computer knew that whenever I sent an email to someone, I never deleted it from the computer files. I was sure that he would check the computer and started to check our mail program before he when to bed. He was right; I had been sloppy and left my email to Howard, my possible new friend and surrogate lover in the sent folder. He asked me about it before I lift for work. After that I keep on with my sloppy computer habits on purpose, just so Jack would know what was going on and hopefully not bug me too much. If he kept checking the emails for the next two weeks, there were twenty-seven in all between us. Some were very short and were just replys to questions. Others were new and very long and very torrid, he would have seen my last email.
Dearest Howard from your replies to my emails I have decided that you are the warm loving kind of guy I would like to become better acquainted with. As far as our becoming sexually involved and allowing you to photography me nude and be in videos with you as you ask me to, all I can say is, only time will tell. I would enjoy meeting you for dinner. Would you please let me know if there is something special that I should wear for our dinner date? I look forward with great anticipation to our first meeting and having dinner with you this coming Friday at the Thunder Bird. Please let me know what time you will pick me up. Please don't forget to send me your photos. Love Liz
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sun. May 15. Dear Liz I am look forward to our first meeting. I will pick you up at six thirty sharp in front of your apartment, please be on time as I am so very excited to meet. As for what to wear, If I had my way you would wear a sexy low cut dress, the very low cut black bra which you had one in the photo that appeared in playhouse, that made public your beautiful breast, no nylons or any other under ware below the waist, just the bra, and perhaps some very high heel shoes. But I will leave what you wear up to you and in your very capable hands, I'm sure what ever you select will be most becoming. I hope the two photos are to your satisfaction. Howard
Will to cut this short he didn't have time to meet him so Jack sent him and email. He told him that he expected copies of any photos he took of me and he expected him to make some kind of video recording so he could watch what want on between us. Howard assured Jack that this would not be a problem. He told Jack, "I have my own small dark room and make all my own prints I hope that you wont mind them being in black and white, that's what I like working in." Jack sent me a email at my work. It was very short and forty right and lift no room for questions as to what he expected from me in exchange his giving me his ok and the freedom to go out with another guy alone. The email read, "Liz, if you are going to go through, I expect you to keep a diary of what you talked about, what you do, and when and how you do it with Howard in explicit, candid, blunt. This way I won't have to be asking you a lot of questions, or feel if I need to talk to you about your up and coming adulterous behavior." Jack
Along with his email he sent along a new email address that he had set up through Yahoo that I was to send my emails diary writings to of what ever took place, inconsequential such as simple conversations or enormous, such as having had sex. Jack wrote, "I'm scared somebody at my work might find your emails on my computer." Jack for whatever reason didn't want to talk to me face to face about what happened on my dates with Howard. I would have been happy to give in all to details over coffer, I was happy to accommodate him in this way if it made him feel better. He said that he would stop for coffee and a newspaper, and then before catching his train home in the evening, and get any emails I might have sent. I was just as happy doing it this way if that is all it was going to require to keep him off my back and make him happy.
Friday. May 20 Friday evening rolled around all to quickly for me, I was starting to have some real difficult second thoughts and feeling anxietys pangs over going out on a blind date and perhaps even adding and other adulterous act to my spread sheet of life, but it was to late I had opened door and had no way to close it other that for standing Howard up and I didn't want to do that.
I was in the bathroom getting dressed; I had just taken a shower and put on my make up. I hadn't closed the door tight. As I was looking in the mirror I saw Jack picking through the door at me, I was naked. I put on a low cut black bra that Jack had given me a couple of years back, I had only worn it once to allow Jack to take a couple of photo of me in it. Then I took it off and told Jack that I didn't like it, that it would be embarrassing for me to wear in public. I put it away and never put it on till now, I'm sure he thought I had tossed it in garbage. It was the same black bra I had on in the ad photo, and then I slipped my black garter belt around my waist and pulled on a par of black nylons. I dismissed all thought about should wear panties. I slipped into a brown button front skirt, leaving some of the lower buttons undone to expose just a small amount of my soft white thigh. I was so in hope of exciting his desire for me. My blouse was soft a polyester and cotton print that I could make myself look kind of tempting in by merely leaving the top two buttons undone, so more of my cleavage would be exposed. The way I was dressing and my thoughts were so out of character for me and I knew Jack knew it. "Is Liz really going to be naked under her skirt?" If he was thinking that, then his thoughts were close to being correct, I was going to be naked as I could be. Just like Howard ask. I was sure Jack couldn't believe what he was seeing. His wife was dressing like a twenty-five year old slut not a Swedish women in her mature fortys. I was dressing just like Howard had ask me to. When I put on the low cut jacket top, it was not like me at all, I was such a modest woman, I would often get dressed in the bathroom just so Jack couldn't watch me. Now.... now I was woman on a mission, I wanted to milk a black man's seed. I was going to make sure Howard got a good look at my breast with out going to a lot of effort and so was ever one else that saw me that evening but I couldn't prevent that.
I was all ready for my blind date, all I had lift to do was apply my make up on and get the rollers out of my hair. I experienced a sense of relief when Jack finally said bye-bye and lift to attend his usual Friday evening poker party. I would have felt uneasy when Howard called for me. I took one last look in the mirror, batted my eyes a couple of times to make sure my false eye lashes were secure and that my lips looked kissable sweet. I recalled what one black guy told me some years back. "Liz, you have the most beautiful sexy bedroom green eyes." I so hoped that Howard would feel the way. One last dash of perfume behind my ears lobes, a bit more on my wrist for good luck. As I dabbed perfume on my wrist, I noticed my wedding rings and made a deliberate decision to remove them, replacing them with a ring with a birth stone Opal setting Karen my beloved life long, bi girl friend gave me. Placing the wedding rings in a small drawstring bag I placed them in my jeweler box. Out of sight out of mind. I didn't need some visible reminded that I was married. After they were off, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief a sense of freedom married life. At the time I removed them I had no idea that I wouldn't look at them or miss seeing or wearing them for more than four years Howard knew I was married but I didn't want to flaunt it in his face or have some waiter see my rings, I didn't want to publicize the fact that I was a being an adulterous woman. As a white woman I have never been encouraged or told it's ok to date black guys by their clergy or family. I was suppressed that Jack would even go along with the idea. So taking off my wedding rings just seemed like the right thing for me to do, it did away with my only external cymbal of my being married, only Howard and I would know the truth and nether of us would mind the lest little bit. I felt nervous about dating and other guy. It's not that I hadn't cheated on both Jack and my former husband Bill. It's just that this time Jack knew what I was up to and that didn't seam right to me for whatever reason, I was to use to cheating. Jack over the sex mouths that my personal ad ran often asked me, "Why a black man Liz?" I guess I never did give him a satisfactory answer. Opposites I had discovered are usually quite attractive to each other. For years whenever I would masturbate myself. I fantasized about having sex with a black man and now that it was finally happing again after a long dry spell, I found myself asking that question again, why a black men. I guess my only answer is that I love the visual contrast. Not only is the color of the skin different but its lives styles that are different as will. The other (reason is that Howard sent me not only a photo of himself dress up, but a photo of what hung between his legs that was so very impressive to me...
It was a huge, imposing athletic looking nine inches long, beautiful black cock with a big bulbous head. I was sure it would generate a huge amount of delightful pressure perhaps even a small amount of pain as he worked into my vagina. Dark veins showed through the skin making it look all the more fascinating and awe-inspiring to me. Oh, oh my! How I wanted to feel it penetrating my body, showing no mercy as it became bared within my sinful adulterous body, ejaculating its hot load of sperm to satisfy my long over due cravings. It was with thoughts of this nature that were running around in my head when I sat down to send Jack an email about my date with Howard. May 21 Dear Diary Howard rang me up from the apartment lobby to let me know he had arrived and would be waiting for me in the lobby. I scribbled off a shot note "Jack I might be late don't wait up." Then I closed the door behind me and walked to the elevator. I was excited and wished that I had worn some panties even if Howard didn't want that. I could feel my moistness, and the evening hadn't even got started. The elevator door opened, Howard was standing their waiting. I could feel his eyes as he gave me the once over, then he said. "So your Liz, I'm Howard and you look more beautiful than the photo you used in your personal ad, I'm so delighted to meet you." He reached for my hand, taking it lightly in his and kissed it and then looking up at me he said, "I am so please to meet you at long last, lets be off." I took Howard's arm and he lead the way out the door to his car. I impressed by what he was driving, a big Lincoln Town Car, with a leather interior. Howard opened the back door and I slide into seat my nostrils filled with the fragrance of leather and the smell of his musk cologne he had on. Howard walked around the car and got in on the other side. Liz I would like to introduce you to Donne, he is a friend of mine and does a lot of odd jobs sense he is having a hard time finding a real job. Then Howard leaned over and whispered in my ear Donne is guy, as if to assure me that I was sexually safe. Setting back he said Donne will make the films that Jack wants and take some photos when we become involved. I giggled and said. "Oh, if you say so." Donne started the car, "Liz have you ever been to the Road House Supper Club?" "No." "You'll like it, from the out side it looks like a run down dump, but once you get in side find it a very romantic place, dime lights soft music played by a combo, good service. Best of all it's owned by a black couple who make sure that it's a pleasant place for a guy to bring a white lady for dinner and some dancing, you do like to dance don't you?" "Yes if it a slow dance, I'm not that great a dancer." I replied. We made small talk and had a couple of chuckles as we drove toward the supper club, I felt a bit strange setting they thinking the thoughts that I was and knowing that Howard was having similar thoughts running through his head about me. We pulled up in front the super club. Howard was right it did look like a dump and I couldn't understand how he could bring me to a place like this. The minute the car topped a fine looking older gentleman dressed in a black jacket, white shirt, black crisply pressed slacks wearing a black bow tie, walked up to the car door. Opening it he looked in and said," Good evening folks." in a deep southern accent, "you'll be dinning with this evening?" "May I park your car for you?" I was very impressed; I had never been treated to such service. As I stepped from the car the man said, "Oh my the lady does look quite lovely hope you enjoy your stay with us." I was sure he had gotten a go look at my breast and some white thigh that were exposed to his view as I tried to slid out in a discrete fashion. Howard walked around the car, tipped the man and told him that Donne would be parking the car. I took Howard's arm and he lead me through a door that looked as if it had come through world war two. Battered and kick on badly. Pulling open the door for me we entered a small entryway, the door which stood a head of us was so beautiful it looked as if it was made-up from hand carved walnut, it was simply elegant in it's appearance. Howard pulled open the big door, then giving my fanny a pat said in a low sexy voice "Liz I do hope you enjoy this place?" Much to my surprise we entered into a beautiful large room with high ceilings, deep thick burgundy carpet, soft dim lights of red and blue illuminated the large room while soft white lights illuminated the art works hanging from the walls. Beautiful plants grew for large containers while the sound of string music softly filled the air and the gentle sound of water could be heard. Looking around I spotted a small water garden with goldfish swimming around. It was such a romantic place to walk come into, it was the kind of ambience that made for a very special amorous perhaps even a passionate evening. I reached for Howard's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze I said, "Oh Howard I think it simply elegant thank you for bring me." A hostess walked up to Howard and asked," Are you ready to be seated?" "Yes do you have a table that's private?" "No sir we don't at this time, it will be about twenty minutes." Howard handed the women a tip and said, "Please find us in the bar when it's ready." She looked at money, then said, "Yes sir, your name sir?" "Roe." "Mr. Roe as soon as that table is cleaned and ready for you I'll be in to get you." Then Howard gave me a love pat on my fanny and ushered me in to the bar. The cocktail waitress came to our small table where we sat down, Howard asked, "What would like to drink?" I told him, "Vodka gimlet please." "Oh a women after my own heart." He placed the ordered the for us. Then we began to talk in low whispers about ourselves. "Howard," I asked, how long have you been married and why for the separation and not a divorce?" He answered, "For the kids sake mostly, I have four of them. One is in collage the other three are married and have kids." "So you a grand father?" "Yes but only in spirit, not in age," I laughed and he joined me. We talked a bit more about him, then I asked him if he had been in the military. "Oh sure who hasn't been." I got stationed in Japan after the war. "How was it?" I asked. "It was great, I learned all kinds of good stuff about women and what women like and need and for the most part seem to desire very badly." "Oh, and what might that be?" "You don't really want to know do you?" "Will sure I do." I wasn't convinced I did for sure or not, it just seamed like the appropriate reply at the moment Just then the hostess came in and told us our table was ready, Howard had just ordered us a third round of drinks and asked the hostess if she would see to it that they got to our table. The hostess pulled my chair out and gestured for me to sat down. I was so hoping Howard would forget about wanting to tell me about his learning experience in Japan, for some reason I just didn't care to hear about it. Our drinks were brought to the table and menus were set in front of us. Howard ordered a cheese appetizer for us as to nibble on. The waiter told us that it would be about half and hour for our entrees to be served. That's all Howard had to hear, he started in. "Liz as I was tell you at the bar." I looked down cast at my drink and listened intently to all he told me then it seamed he arrived at a punch line, he presented in the from of a question. "Liz I know that you're looking for a long term black love, and I'm looking for a white woman for more than just that. When I was in Japan I got to know a Japanese guy, he was a pimp. He told me that all women in Japan enjoyed being dominated, prostituted, and being subservient to they men. He told me that women took great pleasure in being use as sexual objects, and want through instruction to assure that they would be obedient." I knew exactly what Howard was asking and to my incredulous excitement after listing to all he had told me. In the back of my mind I questioned, was this what I was looking for again. I wanted to be submissive and controlled by a man again, but I was not sure if I wanted it like I had with my x husband and a black friend of my husband. Mark who was not only Bills friend but a pimp as will, and between the two of them they forced me in to having sex with many other black guys and appearing in a number of sex films and as a naked center fold girl for a black guys magazine called "Black Man's Desire". so I didn't say no. I just kept hemming and hawing, trying to stall any answer him for as long as possible. In the back of my mind that I desired to be used again as Mark and my x husband use me, I just didn't know if Howard was the man or if I ready to become involve in such a way. Just then the hostess came with our bottle of wine Howard had ordered for dinner. Opening the she poured a small amount into Howard's wine glass and waited for his approval to fill our glasses. Then the water came with our meals. "Crab legs for the lady, Porter house for the gentleman." He removed the covers to display a feast beyond words. Alaskan King Crab on a bead of wild rice and tender steamed asparagus tips, Howard's meal was a beautiful Porter House stake with baby carrots and a twice-baked potato. "Enjoy your meals, I'll check back on you in a while." A half-hour pasted before we placed our forks on our empted platters, Howard filled our glasses with the last of the wine, then looking at me he said, "Liz I would like you to tell me something?" "Yes if I can." Oh this is something that only you can tell me." "What is it you want to know?" "Liz have you ever been with a black man before?" I laughed and answered. "Sure I have some dates with a black fellow." "Liz that's not quite what I mean, what I want to know is have you ever had sex with a black man before." I looked down at the table at the empty glass I was holding, and asked "May I have another drink?" Then I said, "Howard I have been is that going to make a difference between us?" "No I just want to know." The cocktail waitress came with our gimlets, then Howard asked "When did you get your cheery popped for the first time by a black man?" I looked at him and asked, "Cheery popped? What's that mean?" "Oh when was the first time you got screwed by a black guy?" I giggled he had tossed the know all telling all ball on to my side of the net and now I had to tell about my past life, just as I had expected Howard to do before dinner. "Howard." I paused for a long time, "I was twenty I had gotten my two year certificate and was in my first year of teaching, I had to get married because my first husband had knocked me up but I had a miscarriage. It was shortly after that I meet an old classmate of mine from collage, his name was BJ Johnson, he was adopted and had been given a long-term teaching contract. Our music teacher at the school where I taught was having trouble with her pregnancy and her doctor ordered her to complete bed. BJ joined the staff and I was so suppressed. I had a crush on him through my two year in collage but was scared to say much more that good day when we would pass each other in the halls or even out side." "My dad was a Baptist Minister and was a strong raciest so was my mom and believe me if he ever knew I want out with a black guy they would both take turns in betting my bottom black and blue. They both blistered it a few times real good as I was growing up for far less sinful behavior I supposedly exhibited." BJ stared to come by my room and visit with me. One evening when he came by I told him that my X was going to be out of town for the evening. BJ wasted no time in asking me to go out for dinner with him and then stopping by his place for a drink. I said yes and by the end of the evening I was naked on the floor in front of his fireplace making love. I had no idea what a condom was or why a guy should wear one, BJ never said a word about it. I just let him take me bare back and I ended up with his baby in my belly. I told my friend Karen and she found a back ally abortion doctor for me. That was what made it so had for me to get pregnant after that. "How many kids do you have Liz?" "Two both guys are in collage now."
"Was that the only time for you?" "Oh Howard do you have to know every grotesque detail?" "Yes sense I told you." I took a sip of my drink and started again. "Bill and I were quite broke, when Bill decided to join the Navy, he lift me with a one year old and a two mouth baby and a hand full of bills to pay and a mortgage on our home to pay for. That's how I became involved with Franklin, a black man. He took photos and made blue films of me with other black men which he sold, they appeared in black men's sex magazines, that started showing up about that time Franklin told me that the magazines and films were taboo and only sold under the counter in a back alley shop in New York City. Being the gullible, dumb, naive twit and so desperate for money I believed him." During the course of the evening I became more infatuated and more trusting of Howard the way he whispered romantic thing to me in my ear as we danced and the way he smiled at me, I got to feeling safe like he would not betray my trust in him, so I reached down into my purse and pulled out the brown envelop I had placed their for safe keeping and slid it across the table to Howard. He undid the clasp that held it closed and slowly pulled out the contents. "What do we have here Liz are you sure you want me to see this?" "Yes." I responded, "Their the things I did with Franklin, I'm kind of proud of how they turned out, I guess as long as my kids never see the photos I can be happy I did it with him." The magazines were bound together with staples and the paper was not real great but they were the first of their kind so Franklin had told me. They had to be publish in a back room in secret. Howard quickly thumbed through the first magazine. "Ummmmmm, Oh my, oh my, you are a hooked on black men aren't you?"
He want to the second magazine and did the same thing. "Oh lardy, you are a gift for sore eyes baby, you would turn any black guy into a weak knead heap." I giggled and said, "thank you I take it that you approve of my efforts as a model?" "Oh my yes Liz indeed I do, um, um you sure do have a nice bush and those tit and big nipples look like so much fun to play with." Then he looked at the last magazine and the loose photos. "Honey would you mind if I keep this stuff for a few days so I can look at it better, this is hardly the place and I would like to watch the films. I looked at him and said, "Howard do you promises to return it to me next week?" "Oh yes you can count on it." "Ok, you can keep it then till next week but I have to have it all back then." After that I told him about Mark and what took place. We had both finished our first drinks and I asked Mark, "Would you like one more drink?" He answered back, "Yes." As I stood up perhaps more of my breast became exposed than would normally, the next think I heard was, "WOW Liz, Bill has shown me some old photos of you but now I now first hand what it he means, you're some damned, attractive women." "Oh what photos?" I asked, "Do you really want to know?" "Yes I do." "They were in with your four diaries Liz they were of you fucking with some black guy, you were both naked, it looked to me like he had a damn big pecker, then I read your diary accounts that you keep. Bill wants me to screw your fucking pussy really good." When I returned with our drinks Mark was swimming around in the pool he swam over to the edge of the pool. I had set down our drinks and was starting to set down on the edge of the pool when he grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the pool. He started splashing me, I splashed right back and we started laughing it was fun, I hadn't been in a good splashing fight for sometime. He moved back form me drawing me into deeper water so I could keep hitting him with my splashing, the next thing I knew he was naked, he had pulled of his suit. Then he grabbed hold of me and started to pull off my panties. "Lets swim naked Liz." "No." I said, "I don't swim naked with other men I'm married and have children." "Why not baby you scared, think Bill will get mad at you, or you just a spoiled sport?" "I'm married. That's why not, now give me back my panties." "No way... you fucking slut.." "Please." I felt so embarrassed, standing naked in front of him without my panties on. I swam to the edge of the pool and was starting to climb out when he came up behind me, grabbed hold of my bare hips with his big grease stained hands. "Where do you think your going Liz baby?" That's when he took hold of my bra in back and unhooked it and pulled it off. Then he whispered in my ear, "Liz you have the most fantastic tits I ever seen, I adorn a white woman's breast, can't get enough of them." Then he cupped each of them in his big hands and fondling them and pinching my nipples real hard. He stared to whisper more dirty filthy stuff in my ear, all the time squeezing my breast and finally causing some of my breast milk to gush from my nipples. When that happened he never let up on them. I asked once more, "Please. Mark please won't you stop?" "Liz baby over the last eight mouths Bill and I talked a lot about you and he wants me to give you a good screwing, he thinks you need it, that you have it coming." "Oh your kidding me he would never tell you that." Howard I was scared, of this guy for some reason. Then he ordered, "Get out of the pool lets have those second drinks." When I got out, I started to reach for a towel, but he told me to set next to him naked. I started to shiver not because it was cold but because I was scared of what I was sure was going to happen. We sat there with our drinks Mark had his arm over my shoulder and every once in a while he would give my lift nipple a squeeze and whisper more dirty stuff in my ear and planting small kisses on the side of my nick. It was like my lift breast that somehow seamed to be directly linked to my vagina and my clit, it had been that way for as long as I could remember. I could feel it ever time he pinched my nipple. He was making advances on me like an expert. He started to bite on my ear and he started whispering, "I'm going to make you feel good baby...oh yes!" Then he put his hand on my thigh and said, "I want to feel that soft pussy around my big dick... deep in side." Then he told me. "I'm going to teach you how to give a blow job baby how would you like that?" I started to go into a daze. All sorts of thoughts were filling my head. As he continued whispering to my, it was as if I were desperately trying to fight off his advances. "What happened Liz?" "Oh he almost drug me to my bedroom and fucked me When he finished with me he told me that I should be at his place the nest night to start working for him and Bill. He told me that if I didn't he would make sure that the photos of me as will as my diaries and the films got in to the hands of the school board. So for four years I was his whore and was in no less than twenty five or thirty films and I have no idea how many magazines my photos appeared in." "Liz, how many black guys have you been in bed with?" Howard I really don't know and that's the truth." "Last call for drinks, we close in thirty minutes." the bar tender call out, I felt relieved, I didn't want to talk anymore about my past sex life, I more likely told Howard to much as it was. Howard ordered two more drinks and asked me if I would like one last dance before we lift. When I tried to stand up, I felt a little on the wobbly side. I looked around the dinning room there were only two other couples sitting, in a far corner table and us. When we got out on the dance floor Howard made a move on me, he slipped his hands under the back of my skirt and started to rub my fanny cheeks and pull up my skirt to flash my bottom to the combo. He pulled me ever so close to him and I could feel that some kind of excitement had taken place in the crotch of his pants. I felt embarrassed, and asked him to stop. He refused and said, "Liz you have to nice a fanny it needs to be shown off a bit don't you think so?" "Oh Howard you just a naughty dirty old man that's what you are." With that we want back to our table, finished our drinks and then Howard asked me. "Liz how about you coming over to my place for a night cap, I would love to take some of my own photos of you and maybe you would do a striptease for me?" "Ok but not for very long ok?" I had wish that I hadn't let Howard look at the contents of my envelop, I as much as told him by doing so that I would be his slave or mistress or what ever else he desired of me. With out saying a word about the question he asked of me earlier in the evening, I just felt now that he was going to take that for granted. Donny drove us to Howard's home a short ways out of Chicago, the garage door opened and Donny drove in. Howard got out, walked around the car to my door and opened it. "Welcome to my home Miss. Lay able lady Liz, it's an honor." "Thank you Howard it's a honor to be here." He escorted me through the garage door and up a flight of steps that lead into his living room. He said something to Donny and then asked me to set down. I found a place on his sofa in front of his fireplace. He asked me "Liz would you enjoy a fire if I set one?" "Oh yes very much." Then Donny carried in two vodka gimlets for us. After starting the fire Howard came and sat down beside me, soon his arm was around my shoulder and he was kissing me little kisses on my neck. "Liz, in some ways I wish you hadn't shown me that material." "Oh why?" "It as turned me in to some kind of ragging animal full of lustful desire for you and I don't think I'm going to be able to control myself. Why don't you do a striptease for me, I so want to see you naked. I asked Howard, "Do you have some soft slow sensual music you can help me out with?" "Oh yes I think I can." Then the music started, it was slow, with a strong bass beat that I could feel with in me, it was not difficult to pick up the bet. I started to do what might be called a bump and grind can of dance. With my hands on my hips, I shafted the weight of my body from one foot to the other allowing my body to move as sinuously as I could to the rhythm of the music. The very slowly I slid my hands up the front of my stomach so the could form cups my under my breast so I could bounce them up and down in and effort to inflame and arouse beast in him. Then slowly I unbuttoned my blouse, I turned my back on him and Donny who was watching me and making a film, I slipped my blouse off my shoulders and letting it to fall to my waist, then I turned again facing them with an impish grin, I removed it completely tossing it at Howard. I kissed my hand and blew the kiss to him, and asked, "Does that make you happy big boy?" "Oh you bet your sweet white little ass it does baby." Then I started to undo the few remaining buttons of my skirt, once again turning my back on the guys I let it drop from around my waist to the floor. Turning I face Howard, he a huge glowing grin light up his face, his shirt and tee shirt were off, he was in the process of unfastening his belt when he yelled at me, "Come on my sweet little bitch get the bra off for me, I can't stand it any longer your driving me wild." This time I didn't turn my back on him I just reached around my back unbuttoned the hooks of my bra and tossed it at him, "There are you happy now?" I yelled at him, then I cupped my titties and bounced them in my hands and pressed them together. Do you like the looks of my titties my dearest dirty old man?" "Oh you are hooked on black guys aren't you my sweet little slut?" I thought to myself, yes it was true, I had been ever sense BJ and I had sex that night so many years ago. Then with out fanfare I slid my g- string down my legs and stepped out of it, giggling and blushing, wiggling and gyrating my hips in total nakedness, lusting all the while for what ever would take place next. Wow, oh wow...Did Howard ever gave me a lecherous look as he stood up from the sofa, he grabbed hold off my wrist and pull me down on to the sofa next to him where he started the brutal ravishing of my body with barbaric passion, kissing me, squeezing and pinching my breast and nipples, ordering me to spread my legs wide forcing so he could finger my clit and force his fingers into my sex hole. I longed for this moment of primitive, wild frenzied foreplay that ended up being on the primeval side. Vulgar obscene slang poured from his mouth intended to inflame and stimulate my psyche to even greater heights of rapacious lustful wanton bestial desire for him. He grabbed me by the hair and told. "Slut lay down over my lap with that beautiful ass facing up and your butt high in the air." That's when he started the brutal ravishing of my body with barbaric passion He made a throaty, indiscernible sound as he spread my ass cheeks so he could tongued my clitoris for a short while. Then still holding my ass checks apart he kissed me on my asshole and did his best to force his tongue in to it. Without a word of warning, he slapped my right buttock violently, then again. I quivered. "Your a dirty sexy slut, aren't you Liz!" he told me. "You need to have a damn good spanked good every once in a while, don't you Liz! I bet my lip and did my best not to cry. Howard was watching my reaction, then faster and harder when I didn't complain. After only a few more swats the tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't believe it. I had never even fantasized about B&D. But here I was getting my ass spanked and while it hurt. "I bet you're always teasing black men around you with your nice big titties and that soft white ass of yours..." "Ohhhhh yes......you're right...I love to go to a bars alone and try getting picked up." That was a lie. I whimpered loud and he spanked me again. Then I cried out "Ohhhhhhh...Howard I love the sound of your hand slapping my ass!" It was exciting being spanked. It did hurt and he meant for it to hurt, but it was also real turn. Somehow Howard had reached a part of me that I never knew existed before. I was actually enjoying his smacks to my totally exposed bottom. Somehow, I found it fitting to be punished for my wicked thoughts about black cock. After fifteen or twenty blows he stopped. My butt was really tingling, and it hurt, but it also felt wonderful. To say that I was confused is an understatement. I was so wet and worked up! I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure and the pain that were coursing through my body. No man had done this to me sense my daddy had yanked my panties off one day when I was a little girl, turned me over his knee and paddled me. Howard slapped again and again then began lapping at my ass hole like a dog, spanking my ass ever once in a while. "You like having a big, black buck dominate you, don't you? Don't just look ashamed, if it's true, tell me!" "Yes. yes I do... I want you to dominate me Howard I need it, I don't deserve any better kind of sex life than what you will give me." Howard and I had been at this for close to and hour when he told me to get off his lap so he could see my big tits and soft white ass. I did it. I stood naked before him and turned around in a circle before his eyes. He didn't touch, just stirred at me, with a wicked grin on his face. It sent shivers down my spine. I was his emotional and sexual hostage his slave just as he had wanted. By allowing Howard to totally dominating me, some part of my mind was convinced that I wasn't being accountable for my wicked sins of lust and now I was to pay the price. There was no turning back." I think you will like being degraded and pushed around by me, and you will find that your quite happy serving me in any way I want. Is that right?" The words shook me to my very core. I didn't speak. How could I admit to this man that I was just a piece of white smutty trash that wanted his cock wanted him more than my self-respect I knew I wanted him more than anything that I had ever wanted. If that meant being spanked or degraded in any way even made pregnant then that's what I would do. "Would you like to stop for drink my little slut?" I said, "Yes." I needed one after what I had just been through and what I had just admitted to him. Howard set his glass down and got on the floor in front of me and ordered me to slid forward on the sofa and spread my legs. I knew what would come next. Howard situated himself between my legs and started to kiss my on the thigh. He wanted to work his way to my pussy slowly, just to teasing as he did. He had no idea how erotic this would be to for me. My breathing got heavier and I almost moaned a few times. Finally he reached my moist center and kissed me directly on the clit. I jump in pleasure. He began to lick and suck on my clit like the pro he must have been. In just minutes, I was shivering with orgasm. If he didn't get there soon, I think I'd scream! Then finally, his tongue flicked my clit, I thought I would die if he suck it, his fingers quickly darting in and out of my cunt, while his other hand was busy pinching my nipples between his fingers, I was moaning and he was loving the torture he was putting me through. I begged him to suck my clit real hard and to nibble on it with his teeth. He kept telling me patience my dear slut patience, then she climbed between my legs I could feel him rubbing his cock against my clit, my eyes where closed but I could feel him breath close to my face, I could smell my pussy on his lips then his mouth reached mine and he kissed me so deep and so passionately but yet more gently than I had ever been kissed by a man. I was panting, and my body was one big ache, every part of me wanting to be touched by Howard, every inch just screaming to meet his, I realized that he was enjoying this as much as I was! I had the urge to have something in my mouth, I realized that I wanted, to suck his cock, I had never before wanted to suck on anything as badly as I wanted to suck him off! Over the next hour or so I sucked Howard's cock to a massive erection and he planted two hot loads of hi scum in my sex hole. I longed for this moment of primitive, wild frenzied foreplay and the fucking that seamed on the primeval side, all the while Howard's vulgar obscene slang pouring from his mouth inflame and stimulate my psyche to such great heights of rapacious lustful wanton bestial desire for him that I ended up feeling as if I sold my soul to Devil, When I work up about ten the next morning found myself in Howard's bed. An envelope was on the nightstand next to the bed with my name on it a note written on the out side. Liz you will need to call a cab here is your cab fare, and a tip. Now that you are my whore and slave I will make sure that you get many nice tips like this one. It was signed Howard. When I opened the envelope I found one hundred and twenty five dollars. I so wanted to see him again and again. I felt I had now sold my soul to the devil forever. Before it ended Howard say how excited Donny had become and told him to fuck me. "Oh, no, not my ass! Please, not there Donny! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh, sure! Shove it all the way in, you bastard!" After Donny was finished with me he spanking my white will fucked still upraised ass for calling him a bastard! I had it coming.
Howard called and asked me out for lunch, we had a wonderful lunch and good conversation, on the way back to my office he drove down a dead end street that was not developed yet, we parked at the end of the street and necked, He became frustrated because I was wearing pantyhose, and gave up trying to finger me. June 6 Howard asked me to join him for lunch again, I made sure that I want to the rest room before we lift the restaurant. I dispossessed of my pantyhose and stuffed them into my purse. He didn't notice till we parked on the same dead end street. When we kissed, he slipped his hand over onto my knee and discovered my naked legs Wasting no time Howard pulling up my skirt to feel me, I pushed up off the car set to hike my skirt up around my waist for him, as I did I slid forward on the car set and spread my legs as wide as possible so he could get his hand where he desired. It took him maybe twenty minutes to get me off. I just wish I could have sucked on his cock. When we pulled in the parking lot at my work my boss was looking out the window, when he kissed me good bye, I'm quite sure that she saw us, thank goodness, she was kind enough not to say anything about it. At lunch Howard wanted to know if I had any black crotch less girdles, low-cut black bras or sexy blouses I could wear with skirts. I told him that I didn't. He offered to buy some things for me if I would wear them to work. I told him that I would enjoy that. June 8 While at my desk this afternoon, it so hit me that my husband had been urging me to becoming some kind of a painted woman, a daughter of sexual joy. I would tell him, "I don't want to do that." He tells me, "I insist that you continue." I tried to express that doing it made me feel like a whore, a slut, a trollop. I have to admit that I have found so much pleasure and sexual satisfaction from my relationship with Howard that it would have been difficult to give him up as a lover.
I have started to wonder what
was happening to me. Was I falling in love or what? I know one thing for
sure weather it is because Howard is black, or so charming, or if it is
just the way he treats me like a woman, so accommodating of my every need,
he gives me money for my personal needs to look nice for him, or maybe
it's just that he is such a good listener, I just don't know. June 9
Howard called me today. He wants
me to have lunch in the back set of his car. I laughed and asked him what
kind of a lunch that would be. Then he told me that he had gotten hold
of some Viagra and had a big lump in his pants that he needed help with.
I laughed at him and said, "Don't blame me." "Will I do"
Then I said? I told him in a very soft voice that I had on a crotch less-girdle, panties, a half slip, nylons, a low-cut bra a skirt and a rather shear blouses." I was trying to tell him that my nipples would be showing if I took of my bra when Mary, my boss approached my desk.
"Take off your girdle, panties and half slip, leave them at work you won't need them." Then he wondered if my nylons would stay up without my girdle on? I told him that they had stretchable garters made into the tops of them. He said, "I just don't what your boss wondering what's going on. Liz, have you ever been screwed in the back set of a car?" I started to giggle and answered, "No, I never have been." "Will, baby there is a first time for everything!" I laughed again and said that I would see him at our customary time. As I sat at my desk working I couldn't help but think about being screwed in the back seat of a car, then I started to think about what if a police car drove by to check out what seamed to be and empty car. Then looking in to find us screwing in the back set, it seemed that my every thought excited me more and more, so much so that I was forced to make a trip to the women's rest room. I folded some toilet paper into a pad that I put between my legs to soak up my excessive feminine wetness in my effort to prevent my skirt form becoming spotted. Mary, my boss stepped into my office and asked me how I was doing on the bid I was typing for her. When she looked up, she must have seen Howard drive up, she asked me if I was going out for lunch, and I told her I was. She gave me a curious looking smile and said, "I think your lunch date just drove up, you better go." When Howard drove up and I didn't wait for him to open the door of the car for me I was so excited, seeing him made me horny. I could feel the wetness between my legs, I just got in and said, "Let's get out of here." As we headed out, I looked over at Howard and spotted his cock sticking out of his pants. I let out a sequel and said, "Oh boy, you do have a problem, don't you?" I leaned over in the car set as he drove and got my mouth around his cock head and started sucking him.
It only took a couple of minutes
for us to drive to our dead end parking spot. I sat up and asked, "Howard
love, we've made love a couple times but I haven't seen you with such
a hug erection as you have now, are you that excited?". I laughed, "Oh you poor baby, were going to have to fix that aren't we?" "Oh you bet darling." Howard got out of the car and walked around to my side and opened my car door for me, "Get out." I laughed because his pecker was sticking straight out in front of him like a phone pole, through the fly of his pants. Howard opened the door to the back set of the car and told me to set down. I did and then he stood in front of me with his cock sticking it in my face. I took hold of it and started to suck on it. Not that it needed my help. Howard put his hands in my hair and started to miss it, mostly out of annoyance over the discomfort being caused by his erection. He told me how good sucking it felt so good, but how much it hurt. Then he told me to pull up my skirt and lay down on the seat of the car. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and sat down on the set and scooted my butt to the center of the car seat and laid back, my head was pressed against the other car door. I slung my lift leg up onto the rear window shelf, my right leg was flopping over the back of the front seat, I was spread wide open now and waiting for Howard to get in on top of me. He knelt down on the car seat and closed the door behind him. It was coward but we made it. He had pulled his pants down before he got in. June 12 I just couldn't believe the size of his cock. Not so much its length but the size of the cock head. It was a beautiful dark purple veined monster, a cock that would be able to inseminate me if I were younger. After I did this he got himself between my legs and started to work the head of beautiful cock head up and down my slit, try to find the entrance to my sex hole. I reached down between my legs and spread my outer Libra lips with my fingers as wide as I could for him then he started to push and poke doing his best to get into my body. Finally I took control. I held myself open with my fingers of one hand and grabbed his cock with the other and placed it at in the entrance to my sex hole. Then I said. "That's it love, that's it" Howard pushed, at last I felt the head of his cock penetrate my sex hole. All I could get out of my mouth was, "Ohhhhhhh.....Ungghh! Ohnnggg! Oh ... yes oh that feels good, keep going. Oh ... YES! Awwonnggg! Ungghhh!" I squalled, as I felt a spasm of unbelievable intensity ravage my body. Howard made love to me for thirty or so minutes, his hips and ass hammered back and forth with increasing speed and depth, causing me to shriek loudly on every thrust. He was fucking me oh ever so hard, driving his huge black cock into the hilt, his huge hard black balls slapping shamelessly against my ass. He was driving my ass into the set of the car every time his hips smashed into my pelvic bones. He fucked me like this for long time, causing me to scream in orgasm every so often, then we both to grunt and howl as we both came together.
My mind drifted into my fantasy. I was standing at the mouth of my uterus, watching my big cock head. I felt his load of hot sperm flooding my vagina. I locked my legs around his hips, my arms around his neck as I held on for the few magnificent seconds it took for him to pump his fluid into my sex hole. We both were coming and as I did I whispered in his ear, "I loved you so very much." When it was over I took some toilet paper I had brought along and put it between my legs so I wouldn't have semen gushing out of me and running down my legs when I got back to work. I was worried that I might smell of sex. I wiped his wet pecker off for him so he could slip his pants back on without leaving a trace of our sex. We drove back to my work I asked Howard to go slow so I could pull myself together and comb my hair. I got out of the car Howard kissed me. I had made it back on time. I sat down at my desk and started to finish typing the bid I had been working on for Mary my boss, when she walked up and asked me why I looked flush and why my hair was such a mess. I had tried to fix it as we drove back but must not have done a satisfactory job. She didn't wait for and answer, she asked me to go fix my hair and get some make up on.
When I came back, some minutes
later she told me if I was going to go out for lunch that I should allow
a few minutes of my time to fix my make up before I want back to my desk.
She smiled at me and walked a way. When coffee brake time came around,
I want back the bath room and got my girdle and panties back on re-hooked
my nylons and cleaned myself up as best I could. Howard called me about four-thirty and asked me to go out for dinner with him. I told him I would. I couldn't get him of my mind after we had lunch a few days ago. He came by work and followed to the apartment where I parked the car in our lot and got in his car I asked him if we could go by his place so I could wash up before we want out. When we got to his place he fixed us a drink and I used his bathroom to wash up. Before we lift for dinner Howard wanted to know if he took another Viagra pill if after dinner we could screw until he want limp. I laughed and said how long would that take, and he answered I don't know maybe a couple of hours maybe more. I looked at him and told him that I thought so. Then he asked me if I had meant what I had said in the car. I asked him what it was that he was referring to, and he told me. "You said, you loved me. I want to know if that was true?" I never gave Howard an answer I put my arms around his neck and started to give him a very long and powerful, amorous kiss. This was the evening I didn't get home until 2am. My heart was still thundered in my ears, my bones felt like jelly yet and I was still flushed with the excitement of orgasms, the likes I have ever none before in my life I couldn't help but thinking about a trip I had made to Duluth Minnesota one summer. A storm came up out of the northeast. The wind was strong. I was down at the water front park watching the waves roll in ten and/or eleven-foot high waves. The power and sound of those waves as they hit the rocky shoreline was over whelming, one hug wave after another. That is how my orgasms started over come, one hard intense orgasm after and other. I had no control over what was happening in with my body. Like the waves hitting the shoreline, there was nothing anybody could do to stop them. For almost an hour and a half Howard screwed me. I remember having read a book by some women. She talked about a woman having what she called a maxi orgasm, an orgasm that is stupendous and that the woman cannot control. It is where a woman becomes so free of her mind, her thoughts, her fears, stuff like that. So she is able to reach such sexual height, and that is what happened to me. I was so exhausted after that I just wanted to curl up in Howard's arms and go to sleep but I had to get home. This was an experience I will never forget. I would like to anticipate more just like it. It was the most wonderful glorious magnificent, extraordinary, phenomenal, incredible, amazing sex in my life. It was beyond my wildest imagination, it was sex beyond what words could ever portray or describe and so Jack will just have to depend on the video tape that would come soon to see just what I'm trying to write about. June 24 Howard called. He wants me to get the afternoon off from work and meet him and a friend of his from out of town for lunch. I told him I would try, he told me to try really hard that it would be will worth my while, that I would not go unrewarded for doing so. I got the afternoon off. I drove home and got dressed in my lewd cloths I sense that is what I assumed Howard had in mind for me. Howard with his out of town guest picked me up at my apartment. We drove to a restaurant where we had a splendid lunch, and drinks. Howard's guest excused himself to us the rest room. That is when Howard told me he would drop me and his guest Charlie at his hotel and then pick us up at five to so we could all have dinner together. After dinner Howard told me that I was to return to the Motel with Charlie and spend the night. "Spend the night!" "Yes, Liz sleeping with Charlie." When we got back to the Motel Charlie and I had a good romp in his bed and then got dressed for dinner. It was much later that evening after we had finished our second romp in his bed that Charlie asked, "Liz how many black guys have you had sex with?" I looked at him and said, "You don't really want to know?" "Yes I do or I wouldn't have ask you." "You won't believe me if told you." "Will, try me and see" Then I giggled and said, "will more than eighty." "Will how many films have you been in?" "Oh Charlie, I have no idea, Howard as made thirty or more of me sense I've been seeing him and the only reason I know that is I see the stack in Jack's closet at home." "Take a guess Liz?" "Over one hundred and seventy-five." "Where any of them ever sold?" "Yes, I have no idea how many will more than sixty that I do know of." Then he asks, "Liz how is it you got so hooked on black guys?" I thought about it for a minute, then said, "If I tell you will you make me a good drink?" Charlie got up off the bed and made us a couple of drinks as he did I started to tell about my mama when I was young. It would be the first time I had eve told anybody about my young life as a child and my mama and daddy. "Charlie, I was only twelve at the time but it all got started when I was about nine years old when it first happened and didn't stop till I lift for collage when I was eighteen. I remembered I was twelve years old. I had started to menstruate. My weekly enslavement by them and their weekly ritual for me." Daddy would come and tell Mama and me that he would be at church for and hour and those we would have to be ready for him when he returned. My Mama would take me in the bedroom and undress herself and stand naked in front of me. She had beautiful large titties and a big hairy crotch. Then she would help me to undress. Then she would tell me to suck on her nipples as we waited for Daddy to enter the room. Daddy would come in, he would be all undressed except for his under shorts. Mama would weekly remind me that this was for my own good. Daddy would yank my only remaining clothing off me, my panties. He would order me to lie down over his lap, Mama would hold my hands, then daddy would then spank my bottom hard, till I cried. After it was over daddy would stand up and wait for Mama to dry my eyes and help me up onto their bed. Daddy would then stand in front of us both with a sneering look on his face and remove his underwear. Mama would suck his cock till it was hard. She would then look at me and say. "Now remember Liz this is our way of making daddy feel good and you must not tell anyone about our secret or daddy will spank you and me both very hard. And you don't want that for us do you?" "No Mama." "Do you understand?" "Yes Mama." Then daddy would push my legs up high and my Mama would help him to penetrate my body. He would not stop till he reached a climax. Mama would put her hand on my large developing breast, fondling them and pinch my nipples. That was the year daddy mad my tummies get big and I was sent to a school for wayward girls till I had a baby, then returned home for more of the same. When he was done, he would tell Mama to bend over, she would. Then daddy gave her bottom one or two really ruthless spanks and say. " Now Mary don't you forget this is our secret." She would always reply "I won't, I promise." Then daddy would go back to church to work on his sermon for the week. Mama would tell me to get up on the bed where she would put her face between my legs and lick me, she told me that I needed. "Liz wants that all got to do with you and black men?" "I'm getting their Charlie, this isn't easy for me to talk about, make me any other drink will you love?" As he did, I dug in my purse and pulled out and old photo Mama had taken of me the second time Daddy had made me pregnant, it was just before they sent me to the home for wayward, incorrigible girls the second time. Why I cared it in my purse I wasn't sure, I just did." Liz how old were you the second time?"
I had just turned fourteen, they
sent me to the home when I was three mouths pregnant, I returned home
just before I turned fifteen and that's when I was unknowingly made aware
of black men by my Mama. All my life Mama and Daddy told me that I was
to have nothing to do with black people. "Liz you mean to tell me that your Daddy made you pregnant twice before you were fifteen?" "Yes he did." "You're kidding me?" "No, Charlie, I'm not." "WOW, what a way to grow up, did your tits have milk in them?" "Yes, for a while, Mama would suck on them once in a while, then she stopped, they dried up. I was glad cause my dresses would get wet spots now and then and that embarrassed Mama and me." Charlie laughed and so did I. Charlie made us and other round of drinks I was getting kind of drunk but started in again. "Charlie's we had a bad rain storm one day in the spring of the year and the power for the school was knocked out so the superintendent called school off for the high school that afternoon. I got on the bus, when we got near my house I asked the driver if he would let me get off at the church just down the road from home, He did and even to this day I sometimes wish he hadn't. I walked to the side door of church and unlocked it and want in. I didn't see Hank's car in the parking lot so I just expected I would be there alone. I had forgot that Hank walked to church on nice days and the storm had passed over.
I want down to the boiler room to get a stepladder so I could put up my Sunday school project in the classroom. I was a helper for a teacher. I had told her I would do it for her. I enjoyed doing stuff like that. When I got the boiler room I head Hank's voice and a voice of a woman that sounded like my Mama laughing and they were talking, dirty. I had learned what those dirty words meant the last time at the girl's home. I walked back up the steps that lead to the side door. I locked it as I walked out. My inquisitiveness nature got the best of me and I walked around the church to where the boiler room basement window was. I got down on my belly and crawled through the vegetations that grew around the foundation. When I got close so I could see I looked in. Oh god Charlie it was my Mama and Hank. That wasn't so bad as was the fact that Hank was black. Mama, will her body never say the light of day she was so white. She never wanted out side without her big wide brimmed sun hat on. To protect her face and she always wore white gloves to protect her hands for the sun. It made for quite a contrast in color. Mama was groping at Hanks body. She had on her Sunday high heels that must have been three inchs. She was standing on one foot her other leg was wrapped around the calf of Hanks leg, she was fondling his testicles through his pants. Her housedress was unbuttoned and he big tits had been pulled free from her bra she had on, they were hanging over the bra cups. "Hank had his arm around Mama and was pulling on the back of her hair, pulling her head back, so they could kiss. They were kissing hard and with such hot passion. I never say Mama kiss Daddy like That ever. Hank's other hand was all over first one of Mama's big tits then the other then he would brake off the kiss, bend over suck first one nipple, then the other, I could tell that Mama was loving every minute of it from the expression on her face." "Oh Liz, you poor kid, you say that when you were fifteen?" "Yes." I took a couple swigs of my drink and then I proceeded. "Charlie I was so horrified, I pulled back from the widow, I felt like I was going to throw up." I crawled away from the window and ran to the back of the church where I sat down leaning against the building and I cried and cried for almost half and hour. Mama had always told me that having sex with a black man was a sin and now, I didn't know what to accept as truth, I had always trusted Mama. When Mama got home I was setting on the sofa in the living room, still crying. I was so shook up over the experience of what I had just seen, I just couldn't get the sight of her and Hank out of my mind. We made small talk to start with, Mama trying to skirt the true reason for my crying, until neither one of us could stand the evasions any longer. Mama reached one hand out and caressed my cheek, my eyes full of tears I turned and face her. I could smell the strong body odd of a woman who had just had sex on her, the same odder I had been aware of it in the past, but unable to figure out why she smelled in the past. Her hair was in disarray and her lipstick, which she never let get worn off was now, gone, worn off on kissing Hank. "Mama" I started, then I paused trying to muster the courage to tell her what I had just witnessed, "Mama I just say you and Hank together." Mama leaned forward reaching her hand to my face looking at me, her eyes glistening, she grinned at me and said, "Did you enjoy what you say?" Then her full sensual lips brushed against my mouth her extended hand touching my face seamed to help draw us closer together. She kissed me as if it were natural for a mother to kiss her daughter in a passionate way, lengthily, beginning slowly, without embracing, but then heating up and finally encircling each other with arms. Mama was a very sensual kisser with a beautiful, expressive mouth. Her tongue found mine, slowly they coiled together as we kissed. When Mama pulled away she looked at me and said," Liz why dont you come up stairs with me, father won't be home till late and we need to talk!" I got up off the sofa and followed Mama up to her bedroom. She motioned for me to set next to her on the edge of the bed, then she said. "Liz I'm going to teach you all about sex, it a long over due, and now tat you're an older young lady I feel you and I should do some sharing don't you?" "Yes Mama." That was all I could think to say. Then Mama asked, "Did you like the way we kissed down stairs, was it nice, did you like it?" "Well ... it was nice," "I'd like to do it again, would you?"
I answered yes. I was scared she
would get mad at me if I said anything else. This time we kissed more
heatedly, and Mama's hands began to roam. Mama immediately opened my dress
and cupped one of her hands over my bra cup. Then Mama said, "Oh, I don't say that to every woman," Then Mama kissed the lobe of my ear, then the edge of it, then slithering her tongue into it. "Just beautiful, that's all you are, just beautiful." By now we were both overcharged with urgent lust for each other. "Lay down Liz," she clearly wanted to eat me alive. Mama, paused for another brief moment. Then she caressed my cheek. "I don't think I've ever wanted sex with anyone else as much as I do you Liz." She confessed softly. "I just want to lick and suck your body from head to you toe," as she staring deep into my eyes. "Can I suck your beautiful titties Liz?" "I guess so Mama." "Lets do it together?" "How can we do that?" "I'll show you Liz." Mama, turned her body so that her breasts dangled in my face and her own face was directly over my breasts. In this position, we proceeded to devour one another. Our sucking and slurping and squeezing became so passionate that soon Mama found herself biting one big, beautiful, ripe nipple, and she quickly felt me responding in kind, biting one of her nipples. This sent us both into a frenzy of sexual excitement. "Oh..." I gasped, squirming and twisting under Mama as the sensations aroused me to the breaking point. "Oh...Mama! Unhhhh!" "Are you going to come, Liz?" "You me have one of those fun feelings I gasp." "I... I think I am... any second! Oh!" We were both were shaking and moaning, twisting and writhing in desperate need. Mama buried her tongue deep in my hot, juice pit, and I winced and gasped as I felt her tongue plunging into my cunt. "Unhhh! Oh yes!" she gasped, hearing my groan and feeling my hips beginning to churn uncontrollably. I couldn't help myself from pushing my hot gushing pussy up into Mama's face. As I did she whispered in my ear. "Liz this is our secret, I don't need to spank you like Daddy does do I?" I said, "Oh no Mama I won't tell a soul ever." Somehow Mama had got us into a 69 position. She ran her hands all over my body clenching my buns, pulling apart and exposing my swollen vulva with her thumbs and pressing her tongue against my hot, runny channel of my pussy. I was going wild and on the verge of and orgasm when the phone started to rang. At first Mama wasn't going to answer it, but it keep ringing and ringing. Reluctantly Mama broke our 69 to answer the phone. When she returned to the bedroom, she told me it had been Hank looking for Daddy. I was lift hanging in the middle of and orgasm when she got off of me. When she came back, she said. "I think we should get washed up Liz." I had now idea that she had invited Hank to come over and screw me. Mama and I want into the bathroom, Mama was naked and looked so beautiful, warm, pleasant, her body language was that of an easy women, a women who could be had by the right man or women. I had really never taken the time to look at her or her body in an erotic, lecherous way before. Her dark brown hair, so soft and silky, it glimmered in the daylight. Her eyes were like mine, green and very sensual looking, I thought of them as bedroom eyes, full of passion and desire. Her smile was beautiful, warm and caring, it was a smile that gave a person a sense that she was a loving woman and if people in the church only knew, loving in more ways than one. As she held her one arm up to wash under it, I really noticed for the first time that her under arms were unshaved and that her under arm patch of hair was almost as dark brown and sensually arousing in appearance as her, lush thick dark brown patch of pubic hair that covered a good deal of her lower some what copious belly. Her beautiful full figure added more beauty to her over all looks and made her so desirable in appearance. This got me very excited as I stood watching her. It was no wonder Hank liked to screw her. When Mama started putting on her make up, she looked at me and told me that she would make up my face when she finished with hers. When I looked in the mirror after she finished I looked more like a women of nineteen or twenty not the fifteen-year old I was. Mama dug in her jewelry box and found black earrings and a matching necklace for me to wear. Then she found some black high heel shoes and a robe of hers that she thought I would look older in. When she was done transforming me into her kind of a woman, we went downstairs to the living room. All at once my Mama was treating me as if I were a grown up women who had come to her seeking sexual advice. This was far from the truth but I got the advice and more. When Mama walked out to the kitchen I sat on the sofa in the parlor waiting her return. When she came back she brought with her two juice size glasses, filled to the top, each had an ice cube in it. She handed me one of the glasses and said, "Drink it slowly, it may taste funny at first. You'll need to develop a taste for this if your ever going to be the will rounded submissive women for the kind of men I expect you will find enjoyable to be with." "Yuk.... Mama, what is this, it taste horrible?" "It's Scotch, Liz and you have to learn to drink it because it's the preferred drink of men, and women who desire to be good submissive ladies. Liz that is what you want to be, isn't it?" I didn't know how to answer my Mama Charlie, I didn't even know what a submissive woman was then so I asked, "Mama what is a submissive woman?"
She looked at me smiled and then
answered me. "Liz a submissive woman is reconciled to consenting
to a man's needs without provoking discord, like you and I do for Daddy.
She does not cause dissension she removed her clothes for a man when he
asked her to and she lays on his bed spreading her legs as an invitation
for him to use her as he saw fit, she does all within her "Is that what I do for Daddy Mama?" "Yes dear it is. Submissive women are extravagant with their sexual desires, they takes great pleasure in going naked under there dress, allowing other's to have a tactful look at her privates and presenting there naked body to a stranger or a lover with fervor and eagerness so they are sure of your intention is to satisfy and be gratified for your efforts." "What do you mean Mama, by stranger or lover?" "A stranger is a man or a woman you have just meant that you have good feelings about and would like to have sex with and find yourself wanting to invite her home with you or even go to a hotel or their place. A lover is a man or a women you have had several dates with and they become a regular sexual partner with in your life. You can trust them enough to know they will not blab all over the community about your enjoy being and being involved in the act of giving and receiving sexual pleasure with them." "Mama," I asked, "Is that how it is with you and Hank?" She looked at me and answered, "Yes Liz for the last three years, I have had several lovers and now I have you as will." Mama's answer brought on a quite spell, we looked at each other, and then I looked at my trembling hand, holding my drink, I took a long sip from it and that was what Mama needed to brake the silence that had come between us. "Liz let me get you another drink." She stood up her robe was hanging off her shoulders enough so I had another good look at her beautiful breasts, "Ok Mama I guess that would be nice." She walked out to the kitchen. This time when she came back the glasses had no ice in them. Mama handed me my glass and said, "Now you can taste Scotch as it is meant to served Liz." Mama and I started to talk about a lot of different things. Women having orgasms, how they make a woman feel, about sucking a man's cock and making him ready for penetrating your sex hole. She told me how wonderful it felt to have two black men riding at once, one with his cock in your sex hole the other wit his cock in your butt. Then she asked me, "Liz would you like to give that a try?" I looked at her, my eyes must have been popping out of my eye sockets, "Do you think I should Mama?" "I see no harm in it and you just might find it to be a very thrilling and exciting. But we will talk more about that later on." "Ok." Mama had drawn me into her total confidence now. "Your going to become a black man's easy woman just like me, and your going to come to enjoy letting them wallow in your sex hole all they want. I know that you're going to revel in it just as I do." We want on to talk about using enemas and douching your vagina out after sex, and more. Then I asked Mama about being pregnant like I had already been by Daddy. "Charlie, do you know what my Mama told me?" "No Liz but I want to, you tell me all this has got me worked up again, your going to have to let me fuck you when your finished telling me." "Am I boring you Charlie?" "Oh hell no Liz, not at all!" I looked at Donny half asleep as he sat in a chair of the hotel room waiting for something to happen so he could take a photo or make some more of his film for Howard. I took a sip of my drink and started in again. "Charlie Mama told me that women were created by god for one reason ... that was to have babies and to provide men a sex holes for pleasure." I asked her, "Mama what about my two babies that Daddy gave me and I had to give up?" "Liz you were doing god's work." "How is that Mama?" I asked her. "Liz some women can't have babies so your giving up your babies was and act of kindness, you made some other women very happy, by letting Daddy make you pregnant. You did god's work." "Mamma are you sure?" "Yes Liz your Daddy told me so, and we don't doubt Daddy do we?" "No Mama." Then I asked her, "What if I get pregnant by a black man?" "That is even more of a blessing and a greater act of long suffering on your part dear." "How is that Mama?" Then Mama told me about how black men were treated during slavery days. "Liz during slave days if a black man were to be caught with a white women he would most likely get castrated, or lynched or both. It is our duty as white women to make up for the abuse that they suffered at white men during happened during those terribly times. You and I will allow black men the freedom and pleasure of our bodys by allowing them to have sex with a white with out that kind of fear." "It is also our duty as to have their babies if we become pregnant with out saying a word as to the father might be, and to give their babies up for adoption so another women can find happiness. Liz it's god, calling for you and me we are very special women in his eyes. Daddy has taught me this and now its time you learn about it and start to do gods work in your life don't you think?" When Mama finished telling me this I had in tears in my eyes, I felt so bad for black men being treated like this and so I answered her, "Yes Mama, I guess it is important for us to make up to bad times." Charlie then I asked Mama this "What about you and me and how we had sex like we did?" "Liz baby, that's god's reward, his special gift to women who do his will and let black men have sex with them." I found comfort in her answer. Then we want on to talk about sucking a man's cock and other stuff like that. Mama looked at my empty glass and said "Oh my baby your glass is empty, I'll get us one more drink." when she came back she told me how I should laugh, giggle and titter a lot and to be sure to smile a lot. She told me not be scared or get up set when a black guy called be a dirty bitch or used dirty words like fuck, slut or whore, and other such words, that black men used them as means of expressions and that as a woman I should feel real complimented when I was called those kinds of things. Black men think of a woman's vagina as a "cum bowl", or a "sex hole" a place to plant their seed. And a woman should think of their uterus as the "egg basket," That's where she keeps her eggs that make babies. The mouth of her uterus is where the black man's fishy swim to fid an egg to saddle up with, when that happens you will be pregnant and doing the will of god Liz. It was only a few minutes after Mama had filled our glasses for the third time that there was a knock at the back door. She went to the door and returned with Hank and a fried of his Milford. She inquired if they would like a drink, they both said, yes. When Mama came back, she handed them both a glass of Scotch. I could feel the eyes of both of them staring at me, as we all made small talk about the weather and the Yankees baseball team.
The time I feared most came when
Mama said to me, "Why don't you stand up and stroll around the room
for Hank, Milford, Let your house coat slip off your shoulders then drop
off. We are all very eager to see how beautiful you look naked!"
All I could remember for sure was that Mama said that she would be with me the whole time.. Then Mama stood up and did the same thing, removed her housecoat so she too stood very naked and beautiful in front of Hank and Milford. After, she invited both the guys to remove their pants for there two ladies in waiting. Mary Hank said, " Don't you have some dance music, Liz needs to dance a little." She got out a record she had hide so Daddy wouldn't find it and put it on the phonograph. Milford came over to me and held out his hand and said "Lets dance baby." I took his big hand and he pulled me up off the sofa. I put my arms around his neck and he his arms around my waist. It was only a mater of minutes before his hands were siding down my back to my seat. His hands took up a position on either side of my ass cheeks. As we danced, he kept pulling me apart so Hank and Mama could have a good look. Mama keep looking at me and winking at me, and pouching her lips out in a way that made me think that she was throwing me a kiss. Then I got the message and looked up into Milford's eyes. He looked down at me and in a flash our lips meet and tongues became entwined and began to cavort in the act of prolonged sexual pleasure. Milford whispered in my ear the first dirty words any guy ever did, "Baby you're going to make a hot fucken little whore, I can just tell it from the way you move you body." I giggled and told him thank you that I needed to be told that, it made me feel more self-assured about doing it at all. During the next dance nothing changed much except I felt him sticking his finger up into my ass hole. Mama saw him doing it and laughed. She thought that was neat and ran to the kitchen and got he camera and took a photo of us and Milford, with his finger sticking into my ass hole. When Hank say the flash bulb go off he nearly came unglued. "Mary!" He yelled at her, "You can't take pictures of Milford and me, for god sakes women if some white guy say them we both might get shot in the back." Mama said, "Hank, if I promise not to let your faces show would it be ok, after all this a very special event for Liz and for me, it's her first time ever naked in front of any guys." Hank agreed that it was special time in my life as did Milford, so Mama got her photos of me after all. Milford and I were dancing to our third dance. He had put his one hand around my neck and was driving me nutty by playing with my privates. Mama was watching him and beaming, it seemed that she was so happy for me. Then the phone rang, Mama turned down the phonograph and asked us to be quiet. Then she walked to the kitchen to answer the phone. "Parsonage, Mary speaking." After she hung up she came to the kitchen door and asked, "Hank to come to the kitchen." With the room empty Milford wasted no time. He told me too slid forward on the sofa so my ass was hanging just on the edge of it, then he put his arm around me, pulled me in close and started to kiss me real hard, kind of rough, then he put his free hand between my legs, broke off the kiss only long enough to tell me to spread my legs real wide. Then I felt his fingers all over my privates. Then he got down on his knees in front of me and stuck his noise into my pussy and started to suck and lick my clit . He was spreading me wide open with his fingers so he could get a good look at my sex hole. When Mama and Hank walked back in to the room Mama said, "Milford, I see you're having a nice snack!" Milford pulled back from me just long enough to answer, "Yeah, and a damn tasty one at that this, women taste like sweet honey and I bet she rides a bare bone like a honey too!" Mama and Hank laughed, Mama replayed, "I bet she will to Milford are you eager to find out?" "Oh you bet your sweet ass I am Mary, just hope I don't have to wait to long to find out?" "Milford just as soon as Jess gets here. "Oh did you say." "Jess, why?" "Oh man he has a cock that's so big, who do you expect him to get it on with, not you Mary, not Liz I hope?" "Yes Liz, he will make a fitting contribution, after all this is her first time. I want to make sure she has a real good first sexual encounter, one she won't forget." Then Mama sat down on the sofa next to me and spread her legs, Hank got the message and was on his knees sucking and lacking on her pussy. "Here is some of the best white meat in the county Milford." "Let's swap." "Good idea." Before you could shack a stick the guys had made the switch, Hank was all over me. "Yeah Milford you right, her meat is as tasting as Mary's no doubt about it, I sure do look forward to fucken you a whole baby, if mama says it's ok by her?" Mama laughed, "Oh you guys are beastly, I think you'll both get a lot of riding time on her." It didn't take Hank long to got me going, all at once I let out a cry, "Anngghhhhh!" I moaned, stiffened and shuddered as Hank passionately attacked my aching pussy. "Oh shit... I'm gonna...I'm gonna... "Mama grabbed my hand and squeezed it, "Yes, baby, yes, let it rip, let it rip!" Mama panted, on the verge of her own fierce orgasm.
"Auunngghhhh! Ongghhh! Unghh!
Auunngghhhh!" Mama suddenly cried out, her luscious naked body convulsing
in sharp spasms as she orgasmed violently. "Ohhhh god baby isn't it just great!" she moaned softly to me...still squeezing my hand. The next fifteen or twenty minutes were among the sweetest as well as the most intense sexual moments I thought I would ever spend with my Mama. We had both climaxed three times, when Mama started to plead for a rest and a drink. Mama slid over on the sofa so she was closer to me, put her arm around me she pulled me in close to her and gave me a long passionate kiss, when we pulled apart she said, "Oh god... it feels so good, doesn't it Liz, my pussy feels like it had been a war, how about you? I looked at Mama, giggled and said, I never knew it would feel that good or that I would become so boisterous, I couldn't help myself." "I know dear it's all a wonderful part of a woman and acting like one." There was a knock at the back door. Mama got up off the sofa to go answer it, I called out to her "Mama you forgot your housecoat!" She called back "Oh I don't need one, it's Jesse." "Charlie... When Jesse came in to the room he smelled like he just walked out of a barn full of cows." "Liz you got to be kidding me." "No honest he did." "Did he expect that you or your mother were .going to let him screw around with you smelling that way?" "I guess Mama didn't. She told him in no uncertain terms to take his stinking overhauls off and leave them on the back porch. He did... when he came back in to the living room to join us he still had his underwear on." "Liz was he shy?" "Why do you ask that?" "All the other guys were naked." "I guess he just felt funny... but there was nothing funny about his cock." "Oh was it a big one?" "Oh yes!...yes in deed it was very big." Charlie it wasn't long after Jesse got their that Mama said, "Guys I think this little party would be more fun if we moved it to my bed room!" She took me by the hand and led the way up the steps to her bedroom. "Liz you lay on that side of the bed and I'll take this side." Mama lay down on the bed, her legs were bent at the knees and spread wide apart. The she said," Come on Milford give me a good fuck me, Hank fuck Liz for me then Jesse you fuck her." It wasn't long maybe fifteen minutes and I head Mama. "Oh god... oh god, it's so good!" she gasped, arching he hips off the bed each time Milford drove back into her pussy with an expert forward thrust of his hips. "Ungghhh!" "I love it... I love it," Mama whispered in his ear, fuck me harder, faster." I loved the sight of my Mama's titties bouncing as Milford fucked away. "I... want you to fuck me like that Hank," I gasped, incoherently. Then I dug my fingers into his back and whimpered at the especially magnified hard thrust Hank started to make. "Awwonnggg! Oh... yes that's how!" I panted. I became aware of Mama again as I heard her telling, "Milford... Oh... yes... Ye ... yes... almost..." She was gasping for breath, wincing, squirming and whinnying under his hard powerful thrusting. Then she cried out "Ownnggg! Ungghhh! Ohnnnmmgghiiieeee!" Twisting and humping off the bed, her face ripped by the affliction of an unbearably wonderful ecstasy. It was for me the first time to see another woman fucked so. I giggled softly through my rapid panting. "But... everyth... oh god unngghhhh! Yessss! Anngghhh!" "Oh baby, does that feel good?" Mama asked me. I got "YES" out when Hank had accelerated the tempo. "Look at me... I want to look into your eyes... oh, look at me, darling." Mama said, and as I did my orgasm hit me with the force of a huge wave hitting the shoreline, I was so over come with an unbearably wonderful ecstasy of my own. Hank rolled off of me and I tighten my legs together so his load would run out and onto the bed, "That was how I did it when Daddy fucked me Charlie."
All the while Hank was fucking
me Jesse had pulled off his undershirts and had been playing with himself.
His cock was so long and hard. He wasted no time find his way between
my legs and penetrating my sex hole. Mama cried out,
Jesse snorted back at her, "She
a fucken good whore Mary, let me take care of he and stop being her mother,
shes a grown up woman now, shes better fuck than any cow I ever fucked,
she'll do just fine." The sounds of his big hard balls slapping off my ass, filled the room, as did the sounds of our bellys as they smacked in to each other. My body was sweating, I could start to smell myself, I wondered if the curious smell would filter through the room. Mama was laying on the bed watching me being savaged by Jesse all the while asking me if it felt good. "Anngghhh!" shuddering violently. A sexual fog filled my mind as I tried to pumping my hips up to meet Jesse's down ward thrust. gasped for breath, I cried out to Mama in a killing torrent of pleasure, "Ownnggg! Ungghhh! Ohnnnmmgghiiieeee Yessssssssssss." "Ohhnnnnnnn!" I moaned, feeling Jesse's cock still embedded deep in my pussy, and as hard as ever. Mama said, "Oh Liz my dearest.... come hard, come real hard, I love to watch you when you come hard, darling," Will, I came hard just as Jesse was dumping his load into my cum bowl and I let out a decisive squall of enthrallment.
As Jesse rolled off of me Mama
said, "Will I sure hope one of you two guys haven't made my baby
pregnant tonight, that would just be a shame wouldn't it now." Then
she laughed out load, the guys joined the laughter over her joke. Charlie looked at the clock and said, "Wow it's two o'clock we better get some shut eye, I have a seven o'clock flight to catch.
At breakfast Charlie slid a hotel
envelop across the table to me and said," Liz you'll have to take
a cab home I think there is enough money in there to cover cab fare."
I told him, "Thank you." Then He got up from the table and told
me that he had to get a move on. He kissed me good-bye. I finished my
coffee and then called a cab. On the way home I opened the envelope, in
it I found a note that read, "I hope you will spend the night with
me next time I'm in town. Thanks for the great time." Then I counted
out two hundred and sixty dollars in cash.
PS After my evening with Hank,
Milford Mama and Jesse Mama and I want out to the kitchen after she picked
up and cleaned up the bed. She asked me if I had a good time, I reassured
her that I had a wonderful time and wanted to do more of it with her.
We kissed and had our tea.
Friday Oct 3rd Dear Diary I was puttering around the apartment. Jack was gone hunting for the weekend. The phone rang about seven thirty; it was Howard calling to see if I would like to have a drink with him. I had no idea that he was standing in the lobby when I told him that I was alone for the evening and wondered if he would like to come over to the apartment to have a drink and maybe use the whirlpool with me... Howard asked. "Maybe you'd let me take some more nude photos of you." I laughed and said, "I think that would be ok, it wouldn't be the first time would it?" He laughed, "Oh boy, if I sent every photo to your husband I have taken of you he would go nuts." I laughed and replied, "Yeah I guess so." Then he told me, "Ring the lobby door I'm down her waiting for you to let me in." I laughed and said, "Oh why didn't you say so sooner dear." I was more than agreeable to the idea of having Howard spending the evening with me. Ringing the lobby door I allowed Howard to enter the apartment proper and make his way to the elevator. I greeted Howard at the door with a huge hug and passionate kiss I was so happy to see him. "I'm so glad to see you Howard, please come in." Howard came and right away wanted to the kitchen and made a couple of good stiff vodka and orange juice drinks. We sat down in the living room sofa drinking, visiting and necking like too long lost amorous, passionate, intimate friends. When they came up for some air Howard asked. "Oh baby have you had dinner yet?" "No, why?" "I just thought if you hadn't we could go out and have some wine and a meal, does that sound good to you." "Oh yes, give me fifteen minutes to get dressed." "Ok, why don't you wear that outfit you wore the first time we want out together? The brown button front skirt and that nice looking print blouse you look so sexy in, just don't wear and under ware or nylon's just that out fit and those brown high heels." "Oh Howard it's cold out." "My car is still warm, and it's not that cold anyway." "Can't I even wear a bra?" "No! You can't. I want you bare ass naked under your cloths." "All right." I couldn't help but wonder what he had up his sleeve for the evening. Howard asked me if it would be ok to take some nude photo's of me when we got back from dinner. Howard and I had been going back and forth by the computer over making a bet. Howard had suggested that we make a bet that one of us would become totally submissive to the other for one evening if they were the looser. Howard had suggested that they draw card's till one of us drew the joker, that card would make the person the looser. I didn't want to, and keep saying no to the idea. Before we want out the door that evening, Howard said, "Let's make that bet." I drew the joker. I was a bit shocked at what Howard had in mind for me. He told me, "I have been trying to get you to show off your body more, like flashing some guy as we set at a bar waiting for a table for dinner. Or standing in front of my townhouse window so my neighbor Jim could see your beautiful titties."
I would occasionally let a button "accidentally" come open on my blouse when I had a couple of beers, but voluntarily showing of my breast or pussy was asking too much of me, it was asking the unimaginable. I knew it would be a turn on for Howard, but it was going to be very difficult to get past that part my modesty. Howard told me a week later that he had that he had set it up with Amos to meet us. He told me, "Before I lift home, I talked to my good friend Amos, about my plan, Amos was more than agreeable to help out." When we got in the car Howard told me that we would go to Jack's Stack House. It was about eight miles from my apartment building. Jack's was very nice, dark and romantic place. When we got there, we were told that there was about a forty-five minute wait for a table. Howard looked at me and got my nod that is would be ok to wait for a table. We strolled into the bar and found a high table with stools. Howard ordered vodka gimlets for us. We were near the bottom of our glasses when the waiter stopped in front of us and asked if we wanted refills. Howard told him yes. Waiting for our drink's Howard said, "Unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse." This was going to open it just about even with my nipples. After their second drink's Amos walked in, "Hi Howard strange running into you." "Hi Amos, how are you, this is my lady friend I've told you about, meet Liz." Amos put is hand out to shack hands and as he did he said, "My, so your Liz, may I say that Howard doesn't do you justice, you are far more beautiful than he told me." I blushed and said, "Think you Amos you're so kind." Howard asked Amos if he would care to join them for a drink, and I seconded the invitation, "Oh please do Amos." Howard motioned for the waiter to come over, then ordered Amos a gimlet. Then he looked at me and whispered, "It's time that you undo one more of those buttons baby." I looked, at Howard and said, "O Howard, do I have to?" "You lost the bet, didn't you?" "Yes." "Will then, the buttons!" I tried to discreetly unbuttoned the forth button, my blouse now lay wide open to the bottom my breasts, I was feeling very exposed. As long as I sat up very straight I was able to keep my blouse from opening too much, but as we drank and talked and I became more relaxed leaning forward forgetting about how exposed I was. I was sitting leaning forward with my shoulders sort of slumped forward and leaning on my elbow's, the view was wonderful. Howard and Amos both could see a lot of both breasts, both the aureoles were now exposed and the waiter became very attentive. Before dinner arrived, Howard told me to unbutton one more button. My blouse was now open to just above the waistband of my skirt and there was not a whole lot I could do to keep it close unless I did so wit my hand. The waiter came with our meals and placed them in front of us. I sat up so straight so he couldn't see much but when but as soon as I leaned forward to take a bite of food my blouse fall away from my body, giving both Amos and Howard a real dinner time treat. Both breasts, including my nipples were fully exposed to their view. The drinks and wine had taken their toll on me, my behavior became more and more frivolous as I now allowed my blouse fell wide open with seemingly no consideration for who say me What a turn on! I leaning forward, allowing both men to enjoy the view. Howard told me how much he relished the way I looked so sluttish, and told me to keep sitting the way I was. I was embarrassed, but did as he told her. Then Howard told me to unbutton my skirt. They're where a number of button's in front that held it closed. Howard said, "Liz, unbutton half of them!" Reluctantly I complied with his request. "Good, Now open the skirt so Amos can have a look at those beautiful thigh's of yours baby." Once again I felt embarrassed to let him see but did as I was asked. Looking across the table Howard could see the color drain from my face for the second time. I had already exposed my breasts, but to actively pull my skirt open for Amos was a very big step. "Are you hesitating?" Then Howard reached over and undid two more button's, now baby it won't be to hard to show Amos your thigh's will it?" "No Howard." I spread my legs wide apart to give Howard's friend a good look. "Oh Howard I feel so embarrassed, please can I button my blouse and skirt now?" "Liz have you learned anything?" "Yes. If I don't do what you tell me to do, the punishment is going to be worse than if I did what you wanted me too in the first place." "Very good. Remember that, now sit like you were, and stay that way so Amos and I can enjoy a good look, I won't have you show him your pussy just yet but you will before the evening is over." I did as she was told. "Let's get on our way."
Howard wanted to stop by and an adult bookstore before going back to my apartment. He wanted to pick up two magazines he thought I would be interested in looking at. We all crowded in the front set of Howard's car I was doing my best to keep my skirt pulled together but without a great deal of luck. Amos put his arm around my shoulder and asked for a kiss. I responded with a bit of uncertainty. While Amos and I were kissing, Howard was working his right hand up and down the in side of my thigh; it sent shivers up and down my spin. Howard drove to area of town predominately occupied by blacks. He pulled into a parking lot and said, "This it is, have you ever been in an adult bookstore Liz?" I lied when I answered, "No... I guess I will have been after tonight won't I?" Amos replied, "There's a first time for everything and I guess this is your night baby." When thy got out of the car I felt as if I were just half dressed, my blouse was for the most part all unbuttoned, except for one or two buttons, Howard had unbuttoned all the buttons but two just below the waist band of my skirt so I was unable to cover my crotch my blouse which by now was completely unbuttoned, had been pulled out from under my skirt waist band and was hanging out. I said, "I need to get my self back together." Howard said, "You look fine just the way you are, don't do a thing unless you're told to." Then he took hold of my hand and led the way into the bookstore.
I have never been in a seedier store before or in the more seedy part of town. This place was a mess and dirty, the floor hadn't been sweep for some time, the smell of repugnant smoke lingered in the air, and most of the lights in the place were burnt out. Several black guys were standing here and their looking and the dirty magazines and play with themselves through their pants. When we walked in ever eye in the place seamed glued to me, I was the only white woman in a black guys hang out. I felt weird being in the place. The place made me feel like I want to go home and take a bath. Howard found the two magazines he was looking for and took them to old black guy tending the store. I was walking with him. When Howard put down the magazines and said how much. I saw that was on the cover of the magazine. I said in a howling voice, "Oh my God that's me on that cover, Howard what have you done?" "I sold some of the photos I've been taking of you, I have something for you." "What!" Howard reached in side of his coat and pulled out a check for nine hundred dollars, "Here baby this is for being such a good posing nude for me." The guy behind the counter got so excited and asked me for my autograph on a magazine, he asked Howard to show him were he found them and then brought them back to me to autograph. The magazines was that I was on the cover of, were called "Black Men's Desire" when Howard opened and showed me the center photo I found myself in total disbelief. "Oh Howard, what if my kids see me?" "Liz sign the man's magazines, and take your money." "I guess so." I did what I was told signing the guy's copies, Love Liz. Howard asked the old guy for a couple of tokens that ran the video machines in the back room, then he told us, "Let's go see a move before we leave this dump." Howard took me by the hand and told me to follow him. We walked to the back of the room, through a door that led to the movie booths. We walked to a long hallway that had booths on both sides, cloth curtains for providing privacy. The floors were littered with cigarette butts, gum wrappers and sex magazines lift behind, it smelled real bad. There must have been ten or more black guys wandering around, more than out in the store. Howard pulled a curtain back and said that we'd look at the film in that both. Howard kind of pushed me in and then he came in and we both sat down on small bench, it was a close and hardly room for two people. Amos stood in the doorway such as it was holding the curtain back with his body so anybody walking by could see in. After about ten minutes of watching a black guy screwing a white women, Howard stood up and said to me, "Ok baby it's time for your discipline, you didn't keep your part of the bet as good as you could have." Then he told me to stand up. When I stood up, he took hold of my skirt and unbuttoned the last two buttons just below my waistband, which allowed my skirt fall to the floor. After that he undid the last couple of my blouse buttons and told me to take it off. I looked at him in shock and amazement, and I said, "Your kidding me, take my blouse off?" He replied, "You do it or I will, which is it going to be?" I never answered him; I took it off for fear of his ripping it of my body. Then he told me to fold it and my skirt up and give them to him. I did what he told me and handed him my clothes, thinking that he would give them back so I could get dressed. I was so mistake. Howard stood up and said, "This is going to be better than watching a woman do a striptease." I looked at him and thought. Oh... he wouldn't make me do that. Then Howard said, "Let's all go for a walk and let the guys see the beautiful lady!" He pushed me out into the hallway passed Amos. Then he stepped out and took me by the hand and we walked up and down the hallway. Guys whistled at me making crud remarks about my big breast. There assured me that they would like to have me in bed. Then Howard opened the door that want into the store and I had to walk up and down the rows that had the books and magazines I was scared, I was sure some guy was going to jump me and rape me. When we got to the door that lead out side Howard finally gave back my skirt and blouse told me to put it on. After I got myself pulled together Howard made a purchase of a toy of some kind, I didn't pay a lot of attention, I just wanted to get out of that place. In all my life I have never felt so exposed and so vulnerable, so very defenseless and powerless to protect myself. I learned never to make a bet with a Howard again. As we drove back toward my place Howard asked, "Baby you wouldn't mind if Amos joined us for a drink back at your place would you?" I replied, "I guess it would ok." When we got inside my apartment Howard opened up his duffle bag and pulled out his video camera and some other stuff he had with him. Howard suggested that I help Amos with making drinks for us all. Howard had brought a big bottle of vodka, and two bottles of orange juice when he came. Being in my own home I felt much securer and able to enjoy my company and myself. Howard asked me to take off of my blouse, he wanted to take some photos of me. I willingly exposed my breast for him because I love to be photographed naked. After a he finished taking a few photos of my titties, he asked me to remove my skirt and show off my pussy. He wanted me to spread my legs wide open, stretching my cunt lips wide open so he could get a good photo of my sex hole. I did it so willingly, and giggled as Howard snapped photo after photo. I was becoming more than just horny; my pussy was starting to become wet. My sex juice to flow and running down my ass creek. I was real hot and suggested that it was a good time to head down to the whirlpool for some relaxation in the water, Amos and I had been necking on the sofa and Howard had been busy taking more photos of us doing so. We all got our swimsuits on; I let Amos use one of Jack's. Howard fixed three real strong drinks to take to the whirlpool. I had put on a black low-cut swimsuit that just covered my titties yet revealed enough cleavage to make the guys want to see more of me. When we got in the exercise room nobody was their but us so I lift the lights off and we want into the whirlpool with just the security light on in the room. Howard asked me to pull the top of my suite down so he could get a photo. I was more than willing to accommodate him, I was feeling a bit drunk, I was working on my third drink. I was so willing and wanted to please them so bad, the guys made no bones about it, they wanted to get their peckers into my sex hole...I just laughed and giggled, the way they talked dirty to me was exciting, a real turn on. Howard and Amos both got a few photos of me naked, and naked with them in the pictures. We were in the whirlpool about and hour before we want back up to the apartment. I let both of them play with my titties and finger fuck me while I played and sucked on they're cocks. We had a good time. Howard told me how he was so hoping that I would ask them both to spend the night with me. He wanted to have time to tie me to the corners of the bed and give me some real fantastic and incredible foreplay. He learned about this when he was in the service in Japan during the war. Howard looked at his watch and told me that he had to leave. He had no idea it was so late, and had forgotten that he had an early morning union breakfast meeting. He got dressed, and assured me that he would be back by lunch, and told me I should plan on having lunch with him. I walk to the door with him. He told me to let Amos fuck me, that I wouldn't be disappointed. I soon became completely lost in Amos's eyes and kisses. He allowed my hands to roam over his back and arms. Amos was pulling me closer, his hands pressed at the small of my back. I trembled with both fear and excitement. His hands were so warm and I could feel their strength. I broke our kissing and fondling and said, "Amos, I think we could be much more comfortable in my bedroom, don't you?" Then without another word I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I had never violated this room before I had always held it to be off limits to anyone other than Jack. Now I was about to commit the contemptible act I could ever think a woman could...adultery in her and her husband's bedroom. I closed the door and turned back to Amos who was standing at the foot of the bed. I took the few steps needed to bring myself close enough so I could place my hands on his chest. I rubbed my palms all over his chest. I leaned forward so I could flick my tongue across his nipples. I kept licking and sucking first one, then the other. I moved my hands to the front of Amos and felt his cock hot and hard. I traced my fingernails over the dark black head his cock. Setting down on the edge of the bed I gawked at his massive cock and moving my hands up the inside of his thighs cupping his balls in my hands. I began to stroke his hardness slowly while looking up into his eyes so I could watch the pleasure I was bring to him, I could see it in his face. I loved when he closed his eyes and just let himself be touched. I brought my lips to the tip of his cock and kissed, then licked, letting my tongue move all over the head of his rigid organ. Slowly, savoring each inch, I drew Amos into my mouth until he touched the back of my throat. Then I pulled off, almost all the way and slowly swallowed his cock again and again. I was feeling so terribly horny I could hardly stand it. I needed and wanted his cock, to fill my sex hole. Once again I had fallen in love, not with a black man but a magnificent, beautiful, black purple veined, blood engorge cock. There was no turning back or saying let's stop, I had once again gone over the line. I was naked having taken off my wet swimsuit; my 44d breasts and erect nipples were now venerable for Amos. Setting up on my knees I got on top of Amos and lowered myself onto his cock, running his cock up into my wet sex hole. I held still on him, and bending forward I kissed him on the neck. The kiss made him tremble. "If you suck my titties, I'll let you fuck me." I murmured seductively. Without waiting for a reply, I cradled my 44d breast in my hands and pushed them to his face, inserting one nipple into his mouth. Amos licked and sucked on it? With much better technique than most black guys I had been with. Then Amos said, "Your tits should be full of mothers milk baby." "Mmmm, that's good, I wish they were just for you black boy. But you know it's wrong, don't you, naughty boy? You know it's wrong to be licking and sucking a white girl's titties don't you?" "Ohhhhh... you hot fucken little Swedish whore." He murmured as he kept sucking on my delicious soft white tits. "Isn't it really, really wrong to have your big hard fat dick head up inside a white girl's sex hole, isn't it, you very naughty black boy? Is it... that you want to make me pregnant or something?" "You bet I do, you fucken hot white bitch." "But you're doing it, aren't you? You nasty dirty boy. You can't control your urges, and you are just doing it, doing it with this big hot blooded Swedish slut, aren't you?" "Yeah I am bitch!" he admitted. I started moving on him, raising myself until just the tip of his cock was in my body, and then falling till his cock was embedded to the balls. He couldn't suck my flopping big tits anymore, but he didn't care. The feeling was ravishing for both of us, in our sexually aroused state. We could barely keep talking. "What are you doing? Tell me in the right words." "I'm fucking you." Then I let out a loud moaned of pleasure. Then without warning Amos rolled me over onto my back without withdrawing his pecker. I was delirious with lust; my babbling was beyond comprehension as my hands grabbed at Amos muscular butt. Amos now shifted into high gear, his cock jabbing into my hot sex hole. "Oh Amos that feels soooooo good!!" I tried to whisper in his ear, but was now pinned under him against the bed I just couldn't get it out, Finally I felt his pubic bone grind firmly against me and realized his big cock was at last completely buried inside. "Oh Amos? I just want to feel you inside you for a minute please lay still for a minute... "Oh God you feel so good!" "Yeah baby you like it, don't you?" "Oh I like it more than you can imagine." "Baby don't you know it's wrong for a white girl to be fucking with a black guy?" "I suppose." "Don't you want me to put on a condom?" "I don't know." "I suppose." Then it got quit for a second or two. "You suppose...do you know for sure, fuck the condom your don't need it if you only suppose, so I'll maybe fuck you and plant a fucken bastard black kid in your belly hows that sound?" "I never think about that." Then Amos gave my bottom a hard spank. "Your nothing but a black man's dumb fucken whore aren't you?" "I suppose." "You just suppose you little bitch?" "Your could earn fifty to seventy-five bucks for letting my black buddies fuck you baby, you know that?" "Let me be your john. You dirty voluptuous little bitch, I know over forty guys who would be more than willingly to pay that much to get in your panties." "Oh Amos...Your just pulling my leg, you don't either." "You could make good money as a fucken prostitute a call girl." "Nothing I'd love doing better than to pimp for you and make my buddy's real happy, how about it, your already a hustling whore." I couldn't think of an answer so I just said, "Ohhhhhhhh." "Baby before I leave tonight your going to say yes and become a fucken prostitute." All the while we talked Amos was thrusting slowly into me again and again all the while whispering in to my ear "You could make good money as a fucken prostitute a call girl." Then he yelled at me, "You're a fucken, hot women, prostitute for me, you love black sex, Ok?" At this point the feeling was just too good to stop him even if I had seriously wanted to it. Immense pleasures were flowing between my legs. He was thrusting in and out of me, like a mad man now and I was responding like a sex famished women, fucking him back by rocking my hips and pushing back up to meet each of his thrusts. We fucked now without a sound, bucking humping and rocking in a rhythm that could only be describe as incredible. We were both dripping with perspiration, unable to breath, groaning loud, when I felt Amos's body shudder, as he began ejaculating his sperm inside of my body. It actually startled me, "Oh Amos fuck me, I love it, I only wish you could fuck me pregnant." I seamed paralyzed, marveling at the feeling of what was happening inside of me. Each time Amos spasmed I could feel him release another flood of his sex spunk into my sex hole causing my sex hole become sloppier with our mixed fluids, it was truly indescribable. For a full thirty seconds I felt him pulsing while he grunted, pumping his load into my sex hole before finally collapsing on the bed. We lay there in a dreamlike state; I could feel the heat of his sperm spreading out into the depths of my vagina. After a few more gentle thrusts he stopped, panting rapidly from the exertion. Finally he pulled his shrinking cock from me, it was over it as quickly as it had begun, or so I thought. We rested and had a drink, then Amos mounted me for a second and then a third time before he was finished and my evening at last came to and end. Before Amos lift I said, YES, I'll do it. You can be my John. I want at least a hundred dollars each time I meet one of your buddies, in cash. Over the next six mouths I would have sex with forty-three of his buddies or friends of his buddies. I would gain a discreet reputation of being the best white layable lady in the country willing to fuck with black guys, never once asking they wear a condom. It would come to a point where so many black guys had my phone number that I had to call a halt to it. I would raise my price to two hundred dollars if a guy wanted to date me. The phone calls dropped off drastically. From twenty or so a week they fell to three or four. Later that afternoon I sat at the kitchen table. I had made myself a good stiff vodka gimlet. I just sat there and thought about how the guys had paraded me naked in that bookstore. I thought about how I agreed to let Amos pimp for me. I needed to make some extra money to help my kids with unforeseen collage expenses. Then I started to think about my Mama, and what she did for or to me just after I turned sixteen. Mama, introduced me to the pleasure of having sex with numerous sex partners one after the other on top of a table in and old, dirty, country, bar where she found black guys liked hanging out also a cheap cabin that four or five guys could afford the cost of for three or four hours.
My two greatest desires before
I get much older are to 1. Have sex with a black guy with a real honest
to goodness 11"cock to be able to feel it fill my sex hole. 2. To
be able to watch an very armature video tape of some full figured women
with large 44d breast like mine having sex with a guy with an 11"
cock, and to be able see her oozing his load from he sex hole after he
as finished.
If you would like to get in touch with me you can copy and paste the this Yahoo address in to your address bar It’s my own personal Yahoo club. It’s free You must be over the age of eighteen to get in. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LizFosterEroticReadersandWriters/
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