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My name is Elaine Mitchell, but because of my red hair, fair skin, and freckles Iíve been called Speck since grade school. Some loud-mouth boy called me that one day on the playground and it stuck ever since. My deceased husband was the only person, except my parents, who called me Elaine. Iím twenty-six years old. In spite of my freckles most men think Iím pretty. Iím also in a small package only being five feet four inches tall.

The room was small. Maybe ten feet by seven feet. Just enough room for the bed, a small table, and one straight chair. There was a small closet to hang my street clothes. On the table was a variety of packaged condoms. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. Also in the bathroom was a cabinet which held mouthwash, toothbrush, soap, wash cloths, fleet enemas, and douches. A plug-in deodorizer and the spray did little to overcome the scent of raw sex.

The small cramped room was a perfect whoreís cubby. I spent a lot of my time on the bed in that room or one of the others just like it. Come on boys. Three holes and no waiting.

Yes, folks, I'm a black man's white whore - and loving it!

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Excerpt..

The room was small. Maybe ten feet by seven feet. Just enough room for the bed, a small table, and one straight chair. There was a small closet to hang my street clothes. On the table was a variety of packaged condoms. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. Also in the bathroom was a cabinet which held mouthwash, toothbrush, soap, wash cloths, fleet enemas, and douches. A plug-in deodorizer and the spray did little to overcome the scent of raw sex.

The small cramped room was a perfect whoreís cubby. I spent a lot of my time on the bed in that room or one of the others just like it. Come on boys. Three holes and no waiting.

My name is Elaine Mitchell, but because of my red hair, fair skin, and freckles Iíve been called Speck since grade school. Some loud-mouth boy called me that one day on the playground and it stuck ever since. My deceased husband was the only person, except my parents, who called me Elaine. Iím twenty-six years old. In spite of my freckles most men think Iím pretty. Iím also in a small package only being five feet four inches tall.

ďSpeck, you ready to go to work?Ē I heard Leon, my pimp, call from the ground floor of the two story building. Leon is black, heís big, tough, and heís nobody to fool around with. He loves to fight almost as much as he loves to fuck which is considerable. I told Leon that I needed another five minutes to finish dressing for callers.

Dressing actually meant undressing and putting on a teddy or a long tailed shirt or some other abbreviated attire. My customers usually didnít care what I had on as long as they could get it off pretty quickly. After getting the gauzy see-through robe on I checked to make sure the lubricant was in the drawer of the bedside table. I learned early-on to have it handy. Leonís customer base was all black and always hot to trot. Foreplay wasnít going to happen nor was it expected.

ďSpeck, you got two gentlemen waiting on you. Get a move on!Ē Leon yelled up the stairs. I told him to send them on up. Taking on two men at a time was my specialty. There werenít many petite red-headed white women who could make that claim. As a result I was always in demand.

So how did a small fair-skin widow with a good education end up working in a whorehouse for black men? Since this is a payday Friday, Iíll be busy until late, but when I get through with my black studs Iíll tell you my story.

***

Itís a little after two oíclock in the morning and finally I get a break. While Iíve been entertaining clients Iíve been trying to figure out just where to start. I decided to skip the early years and get right to where it really began.

I met Jason Banning at a sorority function my junior year of college. Until that time I had been a good girl. A very good girl. Actually I was a prude, raised by prudes in a puritan town. My father was a school teacher and my mother kept house and taught Sunday school.

Until I met Jason, I kept impure thoughts safely tucked away in a dark recess part of my brain, but Jason discovered them and brought every one of them out into the light of day. All the evil thoughts I had and the ones he planted. He seemed to know just what to say and just what to do to turn me on.

He took my virginity in his dorm room on our fourth date. Actually thatís unfair. He didnít take it, I gave it to him gladly. There, in that messy and smelly dorm room, I discovered I liked sex and I liked it a lot. I was eager to learn and Jason was eager to teach me.

For a while my school work suffered because of this new found wonderful thing called sex. I cut my workload back so that I could spend more time with Jason. Iíll give the devil his due. Jason was a good instructor. He taught me about birth control and showed me how to get on birth control and a host of other wonderful things about my body and about sex.

Jason taught me the joy of oral sex and a short while later the joy of anal sex and much more. He used adult videos as a teaching guide. Until then I had never even seen an R-rated movie and suddenly there were no secrets about a man and a maid.

Iíll never forget the first time Jason performed oral sex on me. After the initial revulsion, it was great. It wasnít long before he had me reciprocating and giving him head. I found out that I could actually get off sucking on his cock. Yeah, I learned a new vocabulary too. The clinical names I had been taught to use were words of the past. Pussy, cunt, cock and dick became common names. Jason insisted on me using the forbidden word, Ďfuckí.

Jason also insisted that as ďhis womanĒ, I had to change my way of dressing. Gone were my ultra-conservative clothes. It took a while for me to get comfortable with my new look. Also, he said my old underwear had to go. My plain cotton bras and panties were trashed and new risqu√© undies were bought. Jason insisted I wear the nearly invisible bras, when he let me wear a bra at all. That took a lot of getting used to.

My breasts are fairly large, thirty-two C, and when Iím not wearing a bra I feel self-conscious with the bounce and sway of my unfettered breasts. Also, my nipples are large and could easily be seen through any shirt or blouse, let alone the shear things Jason wanted me to wear.

Also, I had a lot of trouble getting used to Jasonís public displays of affection. It didnít make a bit of difference to him where we might be. If he wanted to grope me or kiss me, he did.

Between my junior and senior year I took a summer job near the campus. The reason was twofold. I wanted to ease the financial burden from my folks, but more importantly I wanted to stay close to Jason. I had became a sex junkie. Frankly, I couldnít get enough of it. I was willing to do anything Jason even hinted at to make him happy and to give myself an orgasm.

It was that summer that Jason introduced me to group sex. Oh, he was cunning and clever with it, and I was involved almost before I knew it. He led me gently to that steep and slippery slope.

On the banks of Crimson Lake there was a place that college students went to get away from prying eyes. The cops never bothered to patrol that area. One Friday evening several of our friends went to the lake to unwind from the hard workweek. I say our friends, but they actually were more Jasonís friends then mine. I was taken into his circle of friends, because the few friends I had didnít like the new slutty Elaine or Speck.

Something else I discovered after meeting Jason was beer and pot. Two more things that were strictly forbidden in my home and for the most part, in my hometown. Both sinful things were only spoken about in whispers, if at all.

That night at the lake, Jason brought both beer and pot and I, being a good follower, drank the beer and smoked the pot. While I didnít need either to get horny, pot always cranked me up big time, so I didnít object when Jason felt me up in front of his friends. I only offered token resistance when he unbuttoned my shirt and played with my bare breasts. We were sitting on an old picnic table.

In all honesty, I kind of liked displaying my goodies to the other guys. There was something so naughty about it. Having my tits played with in front of the other boys had me reeling and I didnít notice that most of the others had left. I didnít pay much attention when one of the boys got a blanket and spread it on the table.

Jason completely removed my shirt and was sucking on my hard nipples. It wasnít until I realized there were other hands on my boobs that I realized something was totally different. I felt someone pulling my shorts off and I struggled to sit up.

ďRelax, Speck,Ē Jason whispered in my ear. ďGo with the flow, babe.Ē He pushed me back down on the blanket covered table top. Someone pushed my legs apart and I felt fingers toying with my pussy. Suddenly I felt lips on my pussy and a tongue licking my clitoris. I was unable to offer any other resistance from that moment on.

There were four guys including Jason there. Jason encouraged the other three to fuck me while he watched. Somebodyís portable radio was playing rock music. The combination of beer, pot, and rock and roll was too much. I surrendered to lust and I participated in the sex with everything I could manage. There was a kaleidoscope of sex and I was only vaguely aware that Jason was telling me and the men what to do. It was like he was directing the action.

A couple of times Jason or one of the guys would shotgun me with pot smoke. I had gotten use to Jason covering my mouth and blowing the intoxicating smoke into my lungs. I think I liked it best that way. Intimate and stimulating at the same time.

I donít know how long we were at the lake, but it was several hours of non-stop sex. They took me in every conceivable position. Being doubled was a first and again in the spirit of honesty, Iíll confess I like the double fuck. In fact there was nothing about the night I didnít like.

Jason got me into group sex nearly once a week that summer. Whenever and where ever we could manage it. One of his friends was a black guy named Gene. Gene was a frequent lover that summer.

Gene was different and not just in skin hue. He was larger in the cock department and he was rougher then the others. He took, he demanded, and he got what he wanted. Every time Gene fucked me was a new experience.

Early the next school year Jason and Gene moved off campus into an apartment over a garage. Their landlord was an older black guy by the name of Alfred Collins. It didnít take but a couple of weeks for Jason to get the old man involved in sex with me.

I didnít find out until much later that it was how Jason and Gene paid their rent. Even after I found out, it didnít matter all that much to me. I was caught up in the sex games.

Mister Collins was nice and he was clean. Two very important things for me. The first time Jason invited Mister Collins to share me, I think we both were too nervous to enjoy it much, but things got a lot better after that first time. Mister Collins had a huge cock. It was the biggest I had ever seen including the dirty movies Jason showed me.

Thinking back on it Jason seemed to get a real thrill watching the old black man fuck me. It was the same when Gene fucked me. Seeing his white girlfriend getting serviced by black men really set him off.

One afternoon Mister Collins asked me if he could take some pictures of me. At first I said no, but Jason told me to go ahead. Of course I did as Jason said and Mister Collins proved to be a good amateur photographer. He had a small studio set up in his house.

It started slow with me posing in teasing shots. Then to topless and finally full frontal nudes. I was comfortable being naked with Mister Collins because by that time he had already fucked me a lot.


Excerpt..

The room was small. Maybe ten feet by seven feet. Just enough room for the bed, a small table, and one straight chair. There was a small
closet to hang my street clothes. On the table was a variety of packaged condoms. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. Also in
the bathroom was a cabinet which held mouthwash, toothbrush, soap, wash cloths, fleet enemas, and douches. A plug-in deodorizer and the
spray did little to overcome the scent of raw sex.



The small cramped room was a perfect whoreís cubby. I spent a lot of my time on the bed in that room or one of the others just like it.
Come on boys. Three holes and no waiting.



My name is Elaine Mitchell, but because of my red hair, fair skin, and freckles Iíve been called Speck since grade school. Some loud-mouth
boy called me that one day on the playground and it stuck ever since. My deceased husband was the only person, except my parents, who called
me Elaine. Iím twenty-six years old. In spite of my freckles most men think Iím pretty. Iím also in a small package only being five feet
four inches tall.



ďSpeck, you ready to go to work?Ē I heard Leon, my pimp, call from the ground floor of the two story building. Leon is black, heís big,
tough, and heís nobody to fool around with. He loves to fight almost as much as he loves to fuck which is considerable. I told Leon that I
needed another five minutes to finish dressing for callers.



Dressing actually meant undressing and putting on a teddy or a long tailed shirt or some other abbreviated attire. My customers usually
didnít care what I had on as long as they could get it off pretty quickly. After getting the gauzy see-through robe on I checked to make
sure the lubricant was in the drawer of the bedside table. I learned early-on to have it handy. Leonís customer base was all black and
always hot to trot. Foreplay wasnít going to happen nor was it expected.



ďSpeck, you got two gentlemen waiting on you. Get a move on!Ē Leon yelled up the stairs. I told him to send them on up. Taking on two men at
a time was my specialty. There werenít many petite red-headed white women who could make that claim. As a result I was always in demand. />


So how did a small fair-skin widow with a good education end up working in a whorehouse for black men? Since this is a payday Friday, Iíll
be busy until late, but when I get through with my black studs Iíll tell you my story.



***



Itís a little after two oíclock in the morning and finally I get a break. While Iíve been entertaining clients Iíve been trying to figure
out just where to start. I decided to skip the early years and get right to where it really began.



I met Jason Banning at a sorority function my junior year of college. Until that time I had been a good girl. A very good girl. Actually I
was a prude, raised by prudes in a puritan town. My father was a school teacher and my mother kept house and taught Sunday school.



Until I met Jason, I kept impure thoughts safely tucked away in a dark recess part of my brain, but Jason discovered them and brought every
one of them out into the light of day. All the evil thoughts I had and the ones he planted. He seemed to know just what to say and just
what to do to turn me on.



He took my virginity in his dorm room on our fourth date. Actually thatís unfair. He didnít take it, I gave it to him gladly. There, in that
messy and smelly dorm room, I discovered I liked sex and I liked it a lot. I was eager to learn and Jason was eager to teach me.



For a while my school work suffered because of this new found wonderful thing called sex. I cut my workload back so that I could spend more
time with Jason. Iíll give the devil his due. Jason was a good instructor. He taught me about birth control and showed me how to get on
birth control and a host of other wonderful things about my body and about sex.



Jason taught me the joy of oral sex and a short while later the joy of anal sex and much more. He used adult videos as a teaching guide.
Until then I had never even seen an R-rated movie and suddenly there were no secrets about a man and a maid.



Iíll never forget the first time Jason performed oral sex on me. After the initial revulsion, it was great. It wasnít long before he had me
reciprocating and giving him head. I found out that I could actually get off sucking on his cock. Yeah, I learned a new vocabulary too. The
clinical names I had been taught to use were words of the past. Pussy, cunt, cock and dick became common names. Jason insisted on me using
the forbidden word, Ďfuckí.



Jason also insisted that as ďhis womanĒ, I had to change my way of dressing. Gone were my ultra-conservative clothes. It took a while for me
to get comfortable with my new look. Also, he said my old underwear had to go. My plain cotton bras and panties were trashed and new
risqué undies were bought. Jason insisted I wear the nearly invisible bras, when he let me wear a bra at all. That took a lot of getting
used to.



My breasts are fairly large, thirty-two C, and when Iím not wearing a bra I feel self-conscious with the bounce and sway of my unfettered
breasts. Also, my nipples are large and could easily be seen through any shirt or blouse, let alone the shear things Jason wanted me to
wear.



Also, I had a lot of trouble getting used to Jasonís public displays of affection. It didnít make a bit of difference to him where we might
be. If he wanted to grope me or kiss me, he did.



Between my junior and senior year I took a summer job near the campus. The reason was twofold. I wanted to ease the financial burden from my
folks, but more importantly I wanted to stay close to Jason. I had became a sex junkie. Frankly, I couldnít get enough of it. I was willing
to do anything Jason even hinted at to make him happy and to give myself an orgasm.



It was that summer that Jason introduced me to group sex. Oh, he was cunning and clever with it, and I was involved almost before I knew
it. He led me gently to that steep and slippery slope.



On the banks of Crimson Lake there was a place that college students went to get away from prying eyes. The cops never bothered to patrol
that area. One Friday evening several of our friends went to the lake to unwind from the hard workweek. I say our friends, but they actually
were more Jasonís friends then mine. I was taken into his circle of friends, because the few friends I had didnít like the new slutty Elaine
or Speck.



Something else I discovered after meeting Jason was beer and pot. Two more things that were strictly forbidden in my home and for the most
part, in my hometown. Both sinful things were only spoken about in whispers, if at all.



That night at the lake, Jason brought both beer and pot and I, being a good follower, drank the beer and smoked the pot. While I didnít need
either to get horny, pot always cranked me up big time, so I didnít object when Jason felt me up in front of his friends. I only offered
token resistance when he unbuttoned my shirt and played with my bare breasts. We were sitting on an old picnic table.



In all honesty, I kind of liked displaying my goodies to the other guys. There was something so naughty about it. Having my tits played with
in front of the other boys had me reeling and I didnít notice that most of the others had left. I didnít pay much attention when one of the
boys got a blanket and spread it on the table.



Jason completely removed my shirt and was sucking on my hard nipples. It wasnít until I realized there were other hands on my boobs that I
realized something was totally different. I felt someone pulling my shorts off and I struggled to sit up.



ďRelax, Speck,Ē Jason whispered in my ear. ďGo with the flow, babe.Ē He pushed me back down on the blanket covered table top. Someone pushed
my legs apart and I felt fingers toying with my pussy. Suddenly I felt lips on my pussy and a tongue licking my clitoris. I was unable to
offer any other resistance from that moment on.



There were four guys including Jason there. Jason encouraged the other three to fuck me while he watched. Somebodyís portable radio was
playing rock music. The combination of beer, pot, and rock and roll was too much. I surrendered to lust and I participated in the sex with
everything I could manage. There was a kaleidoscope of sex and I was only vaguely aware that Jason was telling me and the men what to do. It
was like he was directing the action.



A couple of times Jason or one of the guys would shotgun me with pot smoke. I had gotten use to Jason covering my mouth and blowing the
intoxicating smoke into my lungs. I think I liked it best that way. Intimate and stimulating at the same time.



I donít know how long we were at the lake, but it was several hours of non-stop sex. They took me in every conceivable position. Being
doubled was a first and again in the spirit of honesty, Iíll confess I like the double fuck. In fact there was nothing about the night I
didnít like.



Jason got me into group sex nearly once a week that summer. Whenever and where ever we could manage it. One of his friends was a black guy
named Gene. Gene was a frequent lover that summer.



Gene was different and not just in skin hue. He was larger in the cock department and he was rougher then the others. He took, he demanded,
and he got what he wanted. Every time Gene fucked me was a new experience.



Early the next school year Jason and Gene moved off campus into an apartment over a garage. Their landlord was an older black guy by the
name of Alfred Collins. It didnít take but a couple of weeks for Jason to get the old man involved in sex with me.



I didnít find out until much later that it was how Jason and Gene paid their rent. Even after I found out, it didnít matter all that much to
me. I was caught up in the sex games.



Mister Collins was nice and he was clean. Two very important things for me. The first time Jason invited Mister Collins to share me, I think
we both were too nervous to enjoy it much, but things got a lot better after that first time. Mister Collins had a huge cock. It was the
biggest I had ever seen including the dirty movies Jason showed me.



Thinking back on it Jason seemed to get a real thrill watching the old black man fuck me. It was the same when Gene fucked me. Seeing his
white girlfriend getting serviced by black men really set him off.



One afternoon Mister Collins asked me if he could take some pictures of me. At first I said no, but Jason told me to go ahead. Of course I
did as Jason said and Mister Collins proved to be a good amateur photographer. He had a small studio set up in his house.



It started slow with me posing in teasing shots. Then to topless and finally full frontal nudes. I was comfortable being naked with Mister
Collins because by that time he had already fucked me a lot.


Excerpt..

The room was small. Maybe ten feet by seven feet. Just enough room for the bed, a small table, and one straight chair. There was a small

closet to hang my street clothes. On the table was a variety of packaged condoms. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. Also in

the bathroom was a cabinet which held mouthwash, toothbrush, soap, wash cloths, fleet enemas, and douches. A plug-in deodorizer and the

spray did little to overcome the scent of raw sex.





The small cramped room was a perfect whoreís cubby. I spent a lot of my time on the bed in that room or one of the others just like it.

Come on boys. Three holes and no waiting.





My name is Elaine Mitchell, but because of my red hair, fair skin, and freckles Iíve been called Speck since grade school. Some loud-mouth

boy called me that one day on the playground and it stuck ever since. My deceased husband was the only person, except my parents, who called

me Elaine. Iím twenty-six years old. In spite of my freckles most men think Iím pretty. Iím also in a small package only being five feet

four inches tall.





ďSpeck, you ready to go to work?Ē I heard Leon, my pimp, call from the ground floor of the two story building. Leon is black, heís big,

tough, and heís nobody to fool around with. He loves to fight almost as much as he loves to fuck which is considerable. I told Leon that I

needed another five minutes to finish dressing for callers.





Dressing actually meant undressing and putting on a teddy or a long tailed shirt or some other abbreviated attire. My customers usually

didnít care what I had on as long as they could get it off pretty quickly. After getting the gauzy see-through robe on I checked to make

sure the lubricant was in the drawer of the bedside table. I learned early-on to have it handy. Leonís customer base was all black and

always hot to trot. Foreplay wasnít going to happen nor was it expected.





ďSpeck, you got two gentlemen waiting on you. Get a move on!Ē Leon yelled up the stairs. I told him to send them on up. Taking on two men at

a time was my specialty. There werenít many petite red-headed white women who could make that claim. As a result I was always in demand.
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So how did a small fair-skin widow with a good education end up working in a whorehouse for black men? Since this is a payday Friday, Iíll

be busy until late, but when I get through with my black studs Iíll tell you my story.





***





Itís a little after two oíclock in the morning and finally I get a break. While Iíve been entertaining clients Iíve been trying to figure

out just where to start. I decided to skip the early years and get right to where it really began.





I met Jason Banning at a sorority function my junior year of college. Until that time I had been a good girl. A very good girl. Actually I

was a prude, raised by prudes in a puritan town. My father was a school teacher and my mother kept house and taught Sunday school.





Until I met Jason, I kept impure thoughts safely tucked away in a dark recess part of my brain, but Jason discovered them and brought every

one of them out into the light of day. All the evil thoughts I had and the ones he planted. He seemed to know just what to say and just

what to do to turn me on.





He took my virginity in his dorm room on our fourth date. Actually thatís unfair. He didnít take it, I gave it to him gladly. There, in that

messy and smelly dorm room, I discovered I liked sex and I liked it a lot. I was eager to learn and Jason was eager to teach me.





For a while my school work suffered because of this new found wonderful thing called sex. I cut my workload back so that I could spend more

time with Jason. Iíll give the devil his due. Jason was a good instructor. He taught me about birth control and showed me how to get on

birth control and a host of other wonderful things about my body and about sex.





Jason taught me the joy of oral sex and a short while later the joy of anal sex and much more. He used adult videos as a teaching guide.

Until then I had never even seen an R-rated movie and suddenly there were no secrets about a man and a maid.





Iíll never forget the first time Jason performed oral sex on me. After the initial revulsion, it was great. It wasnít long before he had me

reciprocating and giving him head. I found out that I could actually get off sucking on his cock. Yeah, I learned a new vocabulary too. The

clinical names I had been taught to use were words of the past. Pussy, cunt, cock and dick became common names. Jason insisted on me using

the forbidden word, Ďfuckí.





Jason also insisted that as ďhis womanĒ, I had to change my way of dressing. Gone were my ultra-conservative clothes. It took a while for me

to get comfortable with my new look. Also, he said my old underwear had to go. My plain cotton bras and panties were trashed and new

risqué undies were bought. Jason insisted I wear the nearly invisible bras, when he let me wear a bra at all. That took a lot of getting

used to.





My breasts are fairly large, thirty-two C, and when Iím not wearing a bra I feel self-conscious with the bounce and sway of my unfettered

breasts. Also, my nipples are large and could easily be seen through any shirt or blouse, let alone the shear things Jason wanted me to

wear.





Also, I had a lot of trouble getting used to Jasonís public displays of affection. It didnít make a bit of difference to him where we might

be. If he wanted to grope me or kiss me, he did.





Between my junior and senior year I took a summer job near the campus. The reason was twofold. I wanted to ease the financial burden from my

folks, but more importantly I wanted to stay close to Jason. I had became a sex junkie. Frankly, I couldnít get enough of it. I was willing

to do anything Jason even hinted at to make him happy and to give myself an orgasm.





It was that summer that Jason introduced me to group sex. Oh, he was cunning and clever with it, and I was involved almost before I knew

it. He led me gently to that steep and slippery slope.





On the banks of Crimson Lake there was a place that college students went to get away from prying eyes. The cops never bothered to patrol

that area. One Friday evening several of our friends went to the lake to unwind from the hard workweek. I say our friends, but they actually

were more Jasonís friends then mine. I was taken into his circle of friends, because the few friends I had didnít like the new slutty Elaine

or Speck.





Something else I discovered after meeting Jason was beer and pot. Two more things that were strictly forbidden in my home and for the most

part, in my hometown. Both sinful things were only spoken about in whispers, if at all.





That night at the lake, Jason brought both beer and pot and I, being a good follower, drank the beer and smoked the pot. While I didnít need

either to get horny, pot always cranked me up big time, so I didnít object when Jason felt me up in front of his friends. I only offered

token resistance when he unbuttoned my shirt and played with my bare breasts. We were sitting on an old picnic table.





In all honesty, I kind of liked displaying my goodies to the other guys. There was something so naughty about it. Having my tits played with

in front of the other boys had me reeling and I didnít notice that most of the others had left. I didnít pay much attention when one of the

boys got a blanket and spread it on the table.





Jason completely removed my shirt and was sucking on my hard nipples. It wasnít until I realized there were other hands on my boobs that I

realized something was totally different. I felt someone pulling my shorts off and I struggled to sit up.





ďRelax, Speck,Ē Jason whispered in my ear. ďGo with the flow, babe.Ē He pushed me back down on the blanket covered table top. Someone pushed

my legs apart and I felt fingers toying with my pussy. Suddenly I felt lips on my pussy and a tongue licking my clitoris. I was unable to

offer any other resistance from that moment on.





There were four guys including Jason there. Jason encouraged the other three to fuck me while he watched. Somebodyís portable radio was

playing rock music. The combination of beer, pot, and rock and roll was too much. I surrendered to lust and I participated in the sex with

everything I could manage. There was a kaleidoscope of sex and I was only vaguely aware that Jason was telling me and the men what to do. It

was like he was directing the action.





A couple of times Jason or one of the guys would shotgun me with pot smoke. I had gotten use to Jason covering my mouth and blowing the

intoxicating smoke into my lungs. I think I liked it best that way. Intimate and stimulating at the same time.





I donít know how long we were at the lake, but it was several hours of non-stop sex. They took me in every conceivable position. Being

doubled was a first and again in the spirit of honesty, Iíll confess I like the double fuck. In fact there was nothing about the night I

didnít like.





Jason got me into group sex nearly once a week that summer. Whenever and where ever we could manage it. One of his friends was a black guy

named Gene. Gene was a frequent lover that summer.





Gene was different and not just in skin hue. He was larger in the cock department and he was rougher then the others. He took, he demanded,

and he got what he wanted. Every time Gene fucked me was a new experience.





Early the next school year Jason and Gene moved off campus into an apartment over a garage. Their landlord was an older black guy by the

name of Alfred Collins. It didnít take but a couple of weeks for Jason to get the old man involved in sex with me.





I didnít find out until much later that it was how Jason and Gene paid their rent. Even after I found out, it didnít matter all that much to

me. I was caught up in the sex games.





Mister Collins was nice and he was clean. Two very important things for me. The first time Jason invited Mister Collins to share me, I think

we both were too nervous to enjoy it much, but things got a lot better after that first time. Mister Collins had a huge cock. It was the

biggest I had ever seen including the dirty movies Jason showed me.





Thinking back on it Jason seemed to get a real thrill watching the old black man fuck me. It was the same when Gene fucked me. Seeing his

white girlfriend getting serviced by black men really set him off.





One afternoon Mister Collins asked me if he could take some pictures of me. At first I said no, but Jason told me to go ahead. Of course I

did as Jason said and Mister Collins proved to be a good amateur photographer. He had a small studio set up in his house.





It started slow with me posing in teasing shots. Then to topless and finally full frontal nudes. I was comfortable being naked with Mister

Collins because by that time he had already fucked me a lot.


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