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A New Dawn

   Shooter3704





   He was both rough and gently.  He was both friendly and hostile, but
above everything else, he was a fucking machine!  He aroused me and took me
to heights I had never been before or even imagined.  My face was buried in
a pillow and he was doing me from behind.  The first time he was on top in
the conventional missionary position.  The second time I was on him, in
what he called cowgirl style.  Riding the pony.  Being fucked like a bitch
in heat was the third position in the hour or so we had been together.  His
name was Pope and he was black.  How did I, Dawn Elrod, a thirty-four year
old white woman and mother get into this situation?  It will take some
explaining.



   I wasn't unhappy with my life.  I had a lot to be thankful for.  A great
husband and a sixteen year old son.  Ron, my husband, makes a great living
doing what he likes to do.  Until school started in the fall, I was the
gofer.  I picked up and delivered our son to ballgames, music lesions, and
the mall.  I led a full life and then it suddenly all changed.  Ron Junior,
our son, wanted to go to military school.  He learned about his grandfather
and how he was a hero in the Army.  Ronnie couldn't think about anything
else after that.



   My husband was all for it.  Ron thought Ronnie would have a better
education and a better structured life.  I augured against it, but had to
concede to their wishes.  I was just being selfish and I admit it.  The
first few months weren't bad.  Ronnie came home for Thanksgiving and again
at Christmas, but by February I was a wreck.  I had nothing to do and I was
going crazy.  Not only was I going crazy, but I was driving Ron crazy, too.
Something had to give.



   "God Dammit, Dawn, get a job or something!" Ron yelled at me one night.
"Get off your fat ass and do something!" I know he was just tired of
hearing me whine.  but the 'fat ass' comment hurt.  In the first place my
ass wasn't fat.  I'll admit to a certain flabbiness but that's all.  My
tummy wasn't as flat as it had been, but my breasts are large and don't sag
anymore than a thirty six C should sag.  In fact I look pretty damned good
for a woman my age, but in spite of that I joined a woman's gym.  The first
few weeks were hard and I was sore all over.  It got easier after that. 
After a couple of months I tapered off.  I wasn't interested in being a
bodybuilder, I just wanted to get in good shape.  Having accomplished the
'getting into shape' part, I was right back facing the fact that I had
nothing to do.



   It was shear luck, maybe good; maybe bad, that I happened to run into
Lucy.  I tried to jog or at least power walk every morning.  It was on my
jogging trip that I ran into Lucy.



   "Dawn?  Is that you?" I heard her call.  I had just passed her.  I
slowed and looked back.  For a moment I didn't recognize her.  Then I did.



   "Lucy Miller!" I said jogging in place waiting for her to catch up.  She
was pushing a stroller with a small child in it.



   "Not Lucy Miller anymore," she said, as we hugged.  "Lucy Pope theses
days.  I'm a married woman again." We found a bench to sit on while we
caught up, but that didn't last very long because it was still too chilly
for the baby so we found a coffee shop.  I hadn't seen Lucy since the
summer after high school.



   "So what are you up to these days?" I asked.  "Besides having babies."



   "Well this little girl was an accident," Lucy said leaning down and
pulling the blanket away from it's face.  I saw immediately that the child
was biracial.  "But she's loved never the less, aren't you, Tabitha," she
asked the question like grown-ups do when talking to little babies.  I
don't know why we do that.  I asked how old the baby was.  "Tabby is three
months old," Lucy said.  "I'll be going back to work in a couple months."



   "Where are you working?" I asked.  I had not seem Lucy in sixteen years,
but she hadn't changed all that much.  Sure she was more mature, but her
personality was still the sparkling kind.  Lucy had been the class wild
child.  Even wilder than the rest of us.



   "I'm a hooker," Lucy said, answering my question in her usual candid
style.  "I'm trying to get back in shape so I can get back on my back." She
laughed at her quip.  I was shocked speechless.  Every instinct was telling
me to get away from Lucy yet I did nothing except stare at her.



   "You remember Johnny Lively, don't you?" Lucy asked.  I remembered him
as Lucy's boyfriend when we graduated from school.  Lucy had the reputation
of being easy so she always had at least one boyfriend.  "Me and Johnny
worked our asses off all summer.  We saved nearly every dime.  Johnny
thought he was a world class pool player and we were going out to make a
pile of money.  For some reason Johnny thought the rednecks down in North
Carolina and Tennessee would be easy marks.  Boy, was he wrong," Lucy
laughed.  "We were nearly broke by the time we got to Knoxville."



   "We were in some pool hall in K-town and Johnny was setting this black
dude up.  So he thought.  The dude was really setting him up.  Four games
later we were broke.  Flat busted and we didn't even have gas money to get
out of town.  Johnny made a deal with the black guy and the next thing I
know, I'm on my back and this guy is pounding a big black dick in me. 
Johnny sold my services to a couple more men and we got our stake.  In
Nashville, Johnny lost all the money I had made fucking and we were broke
again.  Back on my back I went.  Even as dumb as Johnny was, he quickly
realized he could make more money selling my ass then he ever could
shooting pool."



   "We stayed in Nashville a couple of months and moved on the Memphis. 
Then on to St.  Louis.  Johnny sold me to a black pimp in East Saint Louis
and he took off for parts unknown."



   "He just left you there?  On your own?" I asked, finally finding my
voice.



   "Yeah, the rotten asshole," Lucy said laughing.  "I ran into him again
in LA a few years later.  Poor bastard was a strung-out junky.  I was
making porno films then.  I did that full time for a couple of years.  Easy
money making fuck flicks.  Time rolled on and I got older.  The fuck flick
trade wants younger girls, so I went back to whorein' for a living.  Got
married a couple of times along the way.  I was working in Denver when I
met my current hubby.  How are things with you, Dawn?"



   "Nothing compared to you," I managed to stammer.  "Married Ronald Elrod
right out of school, had a baby and." I ran out of things to say.  That was
it, the sum total of my life.



   "Good for you," Lucy said.  "I've had a hell of a ride and it ain't over
yet.  My old man has a couple girls working the black trade and I'll be
back in the saddle again in a little while."



   "Black trade?"



   "Yeah, white women for black men.  Fucking good business, if you'll
pardon the pun." She glanced at her watch.  "Oh shit, I have to go.  It's
also about time to feed Tabby.  I'm making enough milk for three kids. 
I'll start leaking in a little while.  Let's get together for lunch
sometime soon.  I'll be here in town for a while." She handed me a card
after she wrote her cell phone number on it.  "Call me anytime, Dawn.  It
was great seeing you again after all this time.  You look better than you
did back when." I watched her push the stroller out of the shop.  I didn't
move for a long time just thinking what she had said.

   ***



   For the next three days my mind kept going back to the conversation with
Lucy.  She had left high school and had one adventure after another.  She
traveled all over the country plying her trade.  I found that I was envious
of her.  Not what she had done, necessarily, but the fact she had done
things.  I hadn't done anything.  If someone wrote the story of my life it
would be the smallest book on record and I hated it.



   Late at night, laying awake, I would wonder what it would be like to
experience other men.  I had been a virgin when Ron and I got married and
had only known him as a sex partner.  I had never even used a marital aid,
as they were advertised.  Just Ron and occasionally my finger.



   I was half way through my morning run when I made up my mind to call
her. I cut the run short and went home.  I found the card with her number
and called Lucy.



   "I made a mental bet with myself that you wouldn't call," she said when
I identified myself.  "I'm glad I lost the bet."



   "Why did you think I wouldn't call?"



   "For one thing, you looked shocked.  I thought your were going to shit
when I told you I was a prostitute.  I haven't had a lot of luck renewing
old acquaintances."



   "To tell the truth, I guess I was a little shocked, Luce."



   "I guess I should just ease into that, huh?" She giggled.  I agreed that
easing in might be better.  We made arrangements to meet for lunch that
day.

   ***



   "Where's your baby?" I asked when Lucy arrived at the restaurant.



   "Poppa Pope is taking care of Tabby," she answered.  "I can't be gone
very long because Pope get's tired of babysitting pretty quick.  He's only
good for a couple of hours at a time." We ordered lunch.



   "Your husband, Pope, is he black?" I asked while we waited.



   "Yeah, black as the ace of spades," she answered .  "Shocked?"



   "No, I'm a liberal woman," I answered.  "People are people regardless of
skin color." That, strangely enough, was the truth.  I never harbored any
racial prejudice.



   "You always were a sweetie," Lucy said.  "I kinda got turned on to black
men early on.  The cathouse in East Saint Louis was all black customers.  I
didn't even see a while dick for nearly a year."



   "Is it true what they say about black men?  Their.things, I mean." God,
I don't know where that question came from.



   "No, not if you mean are all black cocks big.  Some are, some aren't,
just like the white boys.  Pope sports a seven inch cock that's as thick as
a beer can.  He knows what to do with it, too.  The biggest cock I ever had
was on a while guy.  That was when I was doing porno flicks.  Ten inches
long and this big around," she laughed, making a large circle with both
hands..  "I fell in love with him, but he was queer.  He only fucked women
to make money.  Pity, huh?" I agreed that it did seem like a pity.



   Lucy told me more stories of her adventures as a prostitute.  I should
have been mortified.  I should have never listened to any of them, but for
some reason I found her risqué stories fascinating.



   We met again on Monday and again on Thursday.  On Monday she came alone
but on Thursday she brought the baby and the man she referred to as Pope.
Pope, his last name, was a huge man and she had been right.  Pope was not
the chocolate brown that we've come to expect to be called black.  Pope was
black, black.



   Besides being black and big, he was a ominous looking man.  He didn't
smile the whole time he was with us.  In fact, there was almost no change
in his brooding expression.  His head was shaven and his face a crisscross
of scars.  Pope was without a doubt the scariest man I had ever met. 
Luckily he didn't stay very long.  He ate his lunch without saying a single
word.  He kissed Lucy and the baby and left after giving me a long
searching look.



   "He ain't much to look at," Lucy said watching me watch him stroll out.
"But the son of a bitch can fuck for hours.  He good to Tabby, too.  I
think he likes you, Dawn."



   "Me?  what on earth gave you that idea?  He hardly spoke to me.or you
for that matter."



   "Pope ain't much on words," she said smiling.  "You have to read his
body language.  You ever fuck a black man?" The question threw me for a
moment.  I managed to shake my head.  "Shame, Dawn.  The best dick is a
black dick.  If you ever want to strap Pope on, just give me the word."



   That afternoon I fingered myself to a crashing orgasm.  I'll admit I saw
Popes face and tried to imagine a penis like Lucy described, as I did. 
What was I becoming?  That night I tried to get Ron excited enough to have
sex, but as usual he was too tired.  I finally fell into a troubled sleep.
I had a terrific erotic dream sometime just after Ron left for work and I
woke up horny and stayed horny until I took matters into my own hand.



   Unlike my previous experiences with masturbation, I wasn't completely
satisfied.  I went about my normal routine and tried to think of other
things.  I went to the gym and worked-out like a crazy person.  That helped
some.



   I made it through the weekend by staying busy doing things that really
didn't need to be done.



   I was surprised when Lucy called me on Monday morning.  She invited me
to her house for lunch.  I should have declined, but I didn't hesitate and
accepted the invite.



   I found their house without much trouble.  It was a small brick rancher
at the edge of what was fast becoming a black and Hispanic neighborhood. 
My BMW looked out of place and I wondered if it would be okay parked on the
street.



   I don't know what I expected, but Lucy's house was immaculate in every
detail.  Cleaner than my own, for sure.  She answered the door, topless
with Tabitha, the baby attached to her breast.  I found it interesting
watching the baby suckle.  I also found it interesting that the unused
nipple was leaking milk.  It streamed down her chest and across her
stomach.



   "Now you know why I can't be out very long," Lucy said laughing while
using a hand towel to blot the milk.  "I have a gallon in the refrigerator.
Pope likes for me to use it in cooking.  Lucy had larger breasts than she
had in high school, but so did I.



   As soon as the baby finished nursing she went right to sleep and Lucy
finished up lunch after using a breast pump.



   "We're having a tuna salad.  What would you like to drink?"



   "Anything except milk," I answered.  That sent Lucy into a gale of
laughter.  We had a nice meal and as usual with Lucy the subject quickly
turned to sex..



   "By the way," she said putting the dirty dishes in the sink.  "I found a
couple of my old porno flicks on DVD.  Do you have a player?" I told her
that I did.  "Good, you can take some of them with you because I have
several copies.  There's one you should see that you can't take because
there isn't a copy." She led me into the small den and started the movie. I
wasn't very comfortable.  I asked her about her husband.



   "Pope is out interviewing a woman who wants to work for him.  I figure
he'll be gone all afternoon." She giggled.  "Pope likes to take his time
and make sure she's right for his business."



   The movie started with a bang.  A younger Lucy, naked, was on her knees
giving a black man oral sex.  Oral sex was something that I had never done.
Ron mentioned it several times, but I wasn't interested.  Lucy, however,
made it look very interesting.  After a long while, the scene changed and
Lucy was on her knees and a black man was having sex with her from behind.



   "This was my audition for the first skin flick I did," Lucy said.  "That
man doing me was the producer.  I remember that day like it was only
yesterday." I could see why she would remember it.  It was exceedingly
weird watching someone have sex.  I had never seen an adult movie before.
It was even stranger with the star sitting beside me.  The scene changed
again and now Lucy was being serviced from behind and she was performing
oral sex on another black man.  "There is no sound," Lucy said.  "Not on
the tape, but you better believe I was making plenty of racket.:



   The next scene was Lucy being taken in her butt.  I couldn't believe any
woman would do that.  It wasn't natural.  I could see the expression on
Lucy's face and I believed she was making a lot of noise.  The next change
showed Lucy being screwed in both holes.



   "That was when I really cranked up the volume," Lucy said.  Her voice
startled me for a moment.  I was so mesmerized by the movie I forgot she
was there.  "I sure feel sorry for you, Dawn."



   "For me?  Why?"



   "You don't even know what one big black cock can do, let alone two.  Two
will send you into orbit.  I'll bet you never had your ass fucked, have
you?" I shook my head not taking my eyes from the spectacle on the TV
screen.  "When two studs, who know what they are doing, fuck you, you know
you've been fucked and fucked good," she continued.  I could feel the
moisture forming in my private parts.  Watching Lucy and the black men were
turning me on.  Big time.  My nipples were so hard they were hurting me.



   Back on the screen, Lucy was being slammed hard by the two men.  I could
see her mouth moving and she appeared to be yelling.  I wanted to yell,
too. I wanted to tell her to turn it off.  That I didn't want to see any
more, but I didn't.  I didn't open my mouth or blink for that matter.  The
movie ended with both men erupting their semen on Lucy and she smiling up
at them.



   I thanked Lucy and started out of her house as fast as I could go.  She
had to run to hand me the three disks.  I thanked her for the nice lunch
and show, and ran out to my car.  I drove like a crazy person and literally
ran into my house.  I needed some relief and I needed it quick.  I put the
disks in my dresser and quickly stripped.  Naked, I lay on the bed and
masturbated furiously until I came.  It helped, but only temporarily.



   That night I asked Ron to do me in my bottom.  He laughed until he
realized I was serious.  Frankly, I didn't enjoy it until I managed to
close my eyes and see Lucy with the dark member in her butt.  I had an
orgasm with Ron's.thing in my butt.



   On Tuesday night I really shocked my husband.  Using my hand to get him
off wasn't new for us.  I did it frequently.  When I took it in my mouth,
he nearly died from the shock.  Unlike Lucy I couldn't swallow his stuff,
but I had a wash cloth handy and I spit his juice onto the cloth.  Sucking
his thing wasn't unpleasant, but I really cheated myself because that was
it for Ron.  He was asleep within five minutes.



   On Wednesday I had lunch with Lucy at the restaurant.  She laughed when
I told her about my sexual experiences of the past two nights.  Lucy both
attracted me and repulsed me.  I longed for her stories and cringed at the
telling.  There was nothing phony about her and she had no trouble stating
her opinion about things.  She was crude yet sexy.  Even I had to admit
that she reeked of sexuality.  Men stared at her even when she was carrying
the baby.  They watched her as she walked away.



   "Way to go girl," she said still laughing.  "Now all you need is a man
who can keep it up for more than a few minutes.  Why don't you put on a
show for your man?" I had her explain and she did in her usual style. 
Detailed and graphic.



   "Buy some sexy things and tease and tantalize your man.  Shave your
pussy so he can see your cunt.  Put some good smelling perfume on and drive
him wild.  Men love for their woman to talk dirty to them.  Tell him what
you want and where you want it.  If you're talking to a doctor, it's a
penis.  In the bedroom it's a cock.  Tell him you want his cock shoved up
your pussy and you want a good fucking.  Tell him to shoot his cum all over
your body and after he shoots off, take hold of his cock and don't let him
get soft.



   I took her advice and went to Victoria's Secret in the mall.  I bought
some super sexy things.  That wasn't a problem, I could do that.  I wasn't
so sure about the dirty talk.  That night I modeled the new things for Ron.
All I can say is he loved them.  A short while later he loved me, too.  You
have to understand that it was sex for the third night in a row.  Ron was
used to having sex once a week, if that often.  It seemed if Ron and I were
awakening sexually.



   Ron knew I was seeing Lucy because I told him about her.  Not
everything, just that she was an old friend from high school.  I realize
I'm a prude, but Ron is even more so.  At least that was what I thought. 
When I told him to fuck me, I thought his eyes were going to pop out.



   Lucy's suggestions proved to be workable.  I managed to keep Ron hard
for a second round.  Using my hands and mouth I kept him aroused and when I
got on top of him he nearly lost it.



   "I love your hard cock in my cunt," I whispered as I slowly moved up and
down on his cock.  "Fuck my pussy, Ron.  Shoot your cum in me!" That did
it. He came with a rush.  I wasn't too disappointed that I didn't climax
that time.  I already experienced two nice orgasms.



   "I don't know what's got into you, Dawn," he said after I turned the
lights off.  "But I sure like it.  Don't stop, whatever it is."



   I had no intentions of stopping.  I liked the new me.  I like being a
sexual creature.  I liked the idea I could still excite him and make him
pant for me.  I loved that sex between us wasn't something to put up with
now and again.



   Over the next month I fucked my husband in nearly every room in the
house.  Every night we had sex of some kind.  Usually several kinds. 
Weekends, we sometimes didn't even get out of bed except for bathroom calls
and to eat.  Then suddenly it was over.



   The years of soft living, poor diet, and no exercise caught up with Ron.
He was dead on arrival after a massive heart attack.  I was devastated.  I
was so lost.  Frankly, I'm not sure I would have made it through the ordeal
if it hadn't been for Lucy.



   It was a month after the funeral before I even considered money matters.
I finally made myself sit down and take stock.  I was a little surprised at
the amount of insurance Ron carried on himself.  His company had a million
dollar policy on him and he had purchased additional insurance for another
million.  He had another policy that paid off the house and other currant
bills.  He and I had a hefty joint savings account in addition to Ronnie's
college fund.  Then there was his stock portfolio that I didn't understand,
but it seemed like a lot of stock to me.  Ron had left me, God bless him,
but he left me in excellent financial shape.



   I joined a grief support group and it helped me a lot.  I suggested that
Ronnie come home and finish school, but he really didn't want to, so I
didn't insist.  He was coping with death in his own way.



   I hired an accounting firm to manage the stock Ron, now I, owned.  What
did I know about stocks and bonds?  I was shocked at how valuable the
stocks were.  There was over five hundred thousand dollars of stock in the
company he worked for.  Apparently Ron bought as much as he could over the
years.  There was several hundred thousand dollars in other stocks.  I put
some of the insurance money into CD's and money market accounts and padded
Ronnie's college fund.  My husband had left us without any money cares.



   During the mourning period my libido went into hiding.  I didn't even
give sex a thought for several months.  Even Lucy, a frequent visitor,
didn't change it.  That changed after nearly six months.



   Spring had sprung, the trees were covered with leaves again and the
flowers were blooming.  I was glad because it had been a bitch of a winter.
I was happy, yet a little sad that Ronnie had elected to go to summer camp
with his school buddies.  The camp was somewhere in Mississippi where they
could play soldier.



   After the funeral I had let myself go somewhat, and I started to get
back into shape.  That took several weeks of hard work, but I put my all
into it.  I was on my morning run when my phone chirped.



   "Is this the widow Elrod?" Lucy's voice said.  She started calling me
that right after Ron died.  At first it pissed me off, being a constant
reminder that I was a widow, but I got over it.  It's hard to stay mad at
Lucy.  I acknowledged I was.  "Sorry sugar, but I have to cancel lunch
today.  Last minute date came up.  He's a big shot from out of town.  Are
you pissed?"



   "No, Luce, I'm not pissed.  Disappointed, but I'll get over it." As I
mentioned, Lucy was good medicine.  Anyone grieving should have some like
her around.  One day, about a month after Ron passed, I came home to find
she had packed up Ron's clothes and things.  Something I had not wanted to
tackle.  I hadn't mentioned it, but she apparently sensed it.  She had
everything packed up in boxes when I walked in.



   "Goodwill?" she asked.



   "Yes, that's as good as anything.  How did you get in?"



   "Hey, fuckin' isn't the only thing I'm good at," she said grinning at
me. "I could have been a successful burglar if I hadn't liked fucking so
much.  I found your spare key in the flower bed.  Everybody has one hidden
somewhere.  That fake rock looks exactly like what it is.  You might want
to consider another hiding place.  Pope is bringing a truck to get this
stuff in a little while."



   "Fine, and thank you Lucy," I said tearing up.  "Tell Pope he can have
anything he can use." I realized that was a silly thing to say.  Pope was
nearly half again as big as Ron had been.



   Lucy seemed to know just when I needed her.  Usually when I was sinking
back in to being maudlin she would show up and lift my spirits.  I thanked
my lucky stars over and over again that she appeared back in my life.



   "I'm really sorry, Dawn," Lucy was saying.  "How about tomorrow for
lunch.  My treat now that I'm back at work." I had teased her about her
pimp getting all her hard earned money, but she took it good naturedly. 
She had laughed and said there was no way that was going to happen.  She
told me she had her money well hidden.



   I finished my run thinking about Lucy and her profession, and about what
she would soon be doing.  I was nearly back home when I realized I had
gotten wet from thinking about it.  The desire for sex was back with a
vengeance.  I showered and used the dildo Lucy bought me as a gag.  It was
a life-like object with batteries that made it vibrate.  I got myself off a
couple of times, but it wasn't the same has having a real flesh and blood
man to hold you.

   ***



   "What you need is a real man with a real cock," Lucy said after I told
her about the day before.  "Rubber or plastic can only take you so far. 
You want to borrow Pope?"



   "No!  You're kidding, right?  He's your.husband, for pity sakes."



   "In our profession there can't be any silly jealousy, Dawn.  He fucks
who he wants to and I fuck whoever's got the money.  I'm serious as a heart
attack.oops.  Poor choice of words, but I am serious.  Let Pope take you
for a magic carpet ride.  He's fucking good, sweetie." I laughed her
suggestion off and changed the subject.



   "How was your date yesterday?" I asked her.



   "Great!  I've had him before.  He comes to town three or four times a
year.  This was the first time since the baby.  He really got off that he
could get milk out of me.  I got a two hundred buck tip out of him."



   "You're still breast feeding Tabitha?"



   "Yeah some," she said grinning.  "Pope doesn't want me to go dry for a
while.  It's a real turn-on for some guys to be able to milk me like a cow.
I kind of like my bigger tits, too.  I'm thinking of getting a boob job
done after the milking is over.  What do you think?"



   "I don't know, Luce," I said.  "I suppose it's okay if you think you
need it."



   "I could use a little help," she said laughing.  "Unlike you, Mother
Nature wasn't so kind to me.  I'm starting to sag a little, too.  Maybe
next year, if I don't get knocked up again.  You want me to fix it up with
Pope?  I know he'd like to strap you on." I ignored her again.



   That night I found the disks she had given me.  Her porno disks.  I
hadn't even thought about them for months.  I wore the batteries out in my
dildo watching her go through her paces.  Try as I might I couldn't get the
idea of Pope and me out of my mind.  Finally I stopped trying and just let
the fantasy roll over me.

   ***



   The next day I called Lucy and told her I was considering her proposal.
I was obsessed with the desire to have a real man fuck me.



   "Great, Dawn," she said.  "Come over about two this afternoon.  I'll
have Pope all primed for you."



   I had three glasses of wine with lunch.  That's two more than I usually
drank.  I was so nervous I could hardly eat.  The very idea I was going to
have sex with a black man was driving me crazy.  Not only a black man, but
a stranger, too.  I had hardly said two words to him.  He came with Lucy a
few time when we lunched.  I saw him a few times at their house and he even
came with Lucy to Ron's funeral, but he was still a stranger to me.



   I changed my mind a few dozen times before I got to the house.  Once I
went as far as turning around and driving the other way.  When I finally
got to their house I sat in the car a long time debating the wisdom of what
I was doing.  It wasn't until Lucy came out to get me that I got out of the
car.



   "Relax, Dawn," she said leading me into the house..  "This is going to
be good for you.  Who's being hurt?  I want it, Pope wants it, and so do
you if you'll just be honest with yourself.  You look great, baby." I was
wearing a simple sundress with a set of Victoria's undies.



   Inside she took me into the den and handed me a margarita.  That drink,
combined with the wine I had instead of lunch, hit me like a ton of bricks.
I was feeling no pain and relaxed after just a few minutes.



   One of her porno movies was playing on the TV.  It took me a moment to
realize that the man in the movie was Pope.  I could tell it was a more
recent movie.  I drank another margarita, my eyes glued to the screen.  I
was only vaguely aware when Pope came into the room.



   Lucy had been sitting beside me, making sure my glass wasn't empty.  She
got up and Pope took her place.  When he put his hand on my leg I nearly
jumped out of my skin.



   "Relax, Momma" he said in his deep gravely voice.  "You're goinna like
what happens."



   I took another long drink of the margarita.  My stomach was doing
flip-flops and my heart was beating so hard I thought it must surely burst.
Pope took the glass from my and set it on the end table.  He put his arm
around me and pulled me closer.  When his lips touched mine everything went
out of focus for a time.  His thicker lips worked mine.  Soft at first then
harder.  His tongue filled my mouth, going deep, searching.



   His big hand grasped my breast and squeezed.  Again easy at first then
harder.  He disconnected from my mouth long enough to slip the sundress
off. He made short work of the bra.  His lips went to my spiked nipple. 
First one then the other.  The he bit down on my nipple.  Hard enough to
cause me to arch my back.  His lips found my lips again and he kissed me
long and deep while his fingers played and toyed with my nipples.  I was a
seething mass of passion.  I don't remember the trip to the bedroom.  Not
clearly, anyway.



   My next thought was when he pushed me down onto the bed and ripped my
new and expensive panties off.  He pushed my legs apart and put his lips on
my pussy.  No man had ever done that to me.  I came just after a few
minutes.  I didn't have anything to compare it to, but it was good.



   When he put the tip of his massive cock in me everything snapped back
clearly into focus.  Pope pushed another few inches into me and I came
again.  I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me intently. 
Another couple of inches and I climaxed once more.  I came at least twice
in every position he fucked me in.  More in some of the positions.  I lost
count of the times I had an orgasm.



   A long while later We lay totally spent.  I had barely enough energy to
breath.  The bedroom door opened and Lucy came in.



   "I figured since the yelling and moaning stopped, you two were
finished," Lucy said cheerfully.  "My God, Pope, you filled her cunt up,
didn't you?  Come on Dawn, Let's get you cleaned up.  You're a mess, girl."



   Now you know how I happened to be there, being royally fucked by a black
stranger.  That catches us up to date.



   No, it wasn't the last time or the only time.  Pope fucked me regularly
from then on.  He still didn't talk much, but it didn't matter.  The son of
a bitch could sure fuck.

   ***



   I felt bad about taking so much of Pope's time.  but Lucy didn't seem to
mind.  She told me that she got plenty of good hard black cock and for me
to enjoy Pope's attention.  I was, but I still felt a little bad about it.
Not enough to stop, however.  Lucy had described being with Pope as a magic
carpet ride and she was right.  Without leaving the bed he took be to new,
strange, and wonderful places.  It wasn't long before I was completely
addicted to his ebony cock.  I hated for him to quit and I couldn't wait
until the next time.  I made daily visits to their house.



   Foreplay with Pope was him telling me to strip.  It was enough because I
arrived there soaking wet.  Then one morning it changed.  Not worse,
necessarily, but different.  I had just got back from my run and was
getting out of the shower when the doorbell rang.  I slipped on a robe and
went to the door.  It was Pope and he wasn't alone.  There was another man
with him.



   I opened the door to let him and the other man in.  Pope was a scry
looking man, but I had no fear of him.  The other man I wasn't so sure of.



   "Hi, Pope," I said.  "What brings you here?"



   "You," he answered.  "Need some pussy." I was willing, of course, but
what was the other guy doing here?  "We both want some pussy." Pope added
reaching and pulling me to him.  He kissed me hard, prying my mouth open
with his tongue.  I responded as I had every day for the past two weeks. 
He could get me hot just by being near.  Touching just added to the heat.
Pope opened my robe while we kissed.  When he broke the kiss and stepped
back he took the robe with him.  I was acutely aware that I was completely
naked in front of two black men.  One a complete stranger to me.  I should
have felt shame.  I should have ran away or at the very least tried to
cover up.  I did neither.



   "Told you the bitch was prime, didn't I?" Pope said to the other man. 
"She's one hot momma.  This is Al," he said indicating the other man who
stared at my nakedness and grinned.



   "You didn't lie," Al said licking his lips.  "Good lookin' slut."



   "Fuckin' right," Pope said.  "Love black cock, don't you Dawn?" I think
I may have nodded, but I'm not sure.  I was still shocked and trying to
figure out what was going on.  I soon found out because Al took me and bent
me backward as he kissed me.  Not too shabby, but not as good as Pope.  I
opened my mouth to tell them it wasn't a good time when Al got a finger in
me.  One lousy touch and I was creaming to beat the band.



   "Come on, Al," Pope said "Let's get the slut to a bed.  You can fuck her
first." Pope had spoke more in the past few minutes than he had all the
time I'd know him.  For him it was a flood of conversation.  "Take us to
where you want to be fucked," he told me.  I was nearly running by the time
I got to the stairs.  They both were right on my heels.



   Al was stripping as he ran, his great big black wand bouncing as he ran.
He didn't bother to remove his socks.  I fell onto the bed and he fell on
top of me.  In no time his hard cock was in me all the way.  For the next
ten, maybe fifteen minutes, he plowed in and out of me.  I came several
times.  Suddenly Al withdrew and got off of me, but my throbbing pussy
didn't have to wait very long.  Pope was right there and he crammed his
cock in and he fucked me hard.



   For the next hour they took turns fucking me.  Sometimes I would suck
one while the other rammed his cock in and out of me.  I knew that things
were about to change when Pope stuck his finger in my butt.  He hadn't
butt-fucked me but I knew without a doubt he was going to.



   When Pope and Al left around noon, my jaw ached, my pussy and butt were
sore and I was worn out.  For a while after they left I lay on the cum
soaked sheets and tried to get control of myself.  I made a vow to myself
that I would not do that again, but when Al and another black man came the
next day, I eagerly agreed to everything they wanted to do to me.  All
summer long except for the week Ronnie came for a visit and the "off" week
each month, I was used by a variety of men.  All black and all wanting my
body.  I enthusiastically looked forward to each coming day and what it
held in store for me.



   In mid August I took a couple of days off from my sluttish activities
and went to visit Ronnie at the military academy.  My little solider took
me on a tour and showed me his world, and while I enjoyed it, I was
impatient to get back home.



   "You got to get back in control," Lucy said.  "Get your shit together,
Dawn." I asked her to explain.  "Girl, you don't know when those fuckers
will show up.  Might be eight o'clock in the morning or eight o'clock at
night.  You're sitting around waiting on them to show up whenever.  I know
what it's like being addicted to black cock, honey, but get your dickin' on
your terms."



   I had to agree that I was hooked on cock and I had to agree that I did a
lot of waiting and the uncertainty was maddening.  I asked for her advice
on how to fix the problem.



   "In the morning, you get up and do your thing.  Go do your run or
whatever.  Then you and me will go to lunch.  If some swinging dick shows
up while you're home, send his ass packing.  You tell him, or them, when to
have their black ass here for fun and games.  You let Pope and the others
know that you are in charge of your pussy.  Lucy hesitated a moment then
went on.  "You know what Pope is doing don't you?  He setting you up to
turn you out."



   "Turn me out?  What do you mean?"



   "Pope will have you hooking, just like me, before long," Lucy said. 
"He's already charged a couple of them studs for your ass, but he's heading
you for full time whorin as sure as God made little green apples.  That's
what he does, Dawn.  Pope is a pimp and you are going to be another whore
for him.  Better know that, girl.  If that's not where you want to go, you
better put a stop to it now.  Hell, Dawn, you can get a million black
cocks, anytime you want one.  Fuck Pope and the horse he rode in on."



   It was later than normal, but I decided to have a run.  I think better
while running and I did need to think.  My usual path to run on is almost
three miles long.  That day I took a turn and made it a five mile run. 
Since it was a thinking run, I took my time and did a lot of thinking about
my life.  I was nearly back to the starting place when I came to a
decision. I didn't want to be a whore.  I wasn't being judgmental, it
simply wasn't something I wanted to do with my life.



   Of course I realized I was cutting something out of my life that I
wanted.  I wanted the thrill of fucking and above all, fucking black men. I
wanted the excitement of not knowing who would show up to fuck me.  Would
it be one?  More than one?  A stranger or strangers?  Would he have a big
cock or just average?  Would it be a great fuck?  I had already came to the
conclusion that any sex was good.  I realized that the unknown was part of
the attraction.  That and a good fucking.



   I didn't have to wait long to put my new plan into practice.  Al and
another man were sitting on my front porch when I returned home from my
run. I sent them on their way without even letting them in the house.  I
did the same the next morning and again the next day.  Pope showed up the
following day demanding to know what the fuck I was doing.  I told him what
I had decided.  He didn't comment and his expression didn't change, as
usual.  He left, but not before he fucked me.  It was on my terms so it was
alright.



   For the next two months I suffered cock withdrawal.  Not having any
other addictions I don't have a good frame of reference, but stopping the
big black cock parade was terrible.  I missed the thrills, I missed the
action and the crashing orgasms.  A dildo can't help very much.  I missed
the musky smell and the heat the men generated against me.  The feel of
their cocks in me.  I missed it all!



   Anytime my resolve started to weaken I'd call Lucy and she would pump me
back up.  My mid fall I was over the worst of it.  At least I thought I
was. At least the image of a big hard black cock didn't occupy my every
thought.  I worked out zealously to compensate for the lack of sex.  It
helped some and I was in better shape than ever before.  By Thanksgiving I
was doing pretty good unless I happened to see a black man.  I had some
wonderful flash-backs when I happened to see one.



   Several note worthy events took place after that.  I spent the
Thanksgiving holidays with Ronnie, I put the house on the market, marveled
at how quickly it sold, and moved in to a townhouse all before Christmas.
The most important event was I saw 'them'.



   I was having lunch and I saw the black man with the white girl.  Until
that moment I had done good.  As they were leaving I saw him put his hand
lightly on her back and realized my pussy was soaking wet.  I left the
restaurant on trembling legs.



   I suppose it would have passed, but my townhouse complex has a doorman.
A black doorman.  I would guess his age at somewhere over sixty.  He never
had given me any ideas before but at that moment he looked damned good to
me.



   "Mister Oliver, what time do you get off duty?" I asked him while he was
holding the door open for me.



   "'Bout half an hour, ma'am," he answered.



   "Do you think you might have time to come see me after you get off?"
What the hell was I doing?  Was I going to seduce this old man?



   "No problem, Ma'am," he said letting his eyes roam up and down my body.
Or did I just imagined he looked at me?  "I'll be there for sure."



   Mister Oliver had changed out of his doorman's uniform.  He was dressed
all in black.  Black shirt, pants, jacket, and shoes.



   "What can I do for you, Miz Elrod?" he asked.  Whatever I had planned
now seemed silly and even dangerous.



   "I'm very sorry, Mister Oliver," I said .  "I've wasted your time." He
looked even older that I supposed.



   "Maybe so," he said.  "Some time get wasted and some don't.  Nice place
you got here."



   "Thank you, I'm still trying to get settled in." I wanted him out of my
apartment, but I am a civil person so I asked him if he would like some
wine or a beer.



   "Beer, if you have it," he said.  I hurried to the kitchen to get the
beer.



   "Are you married, Mister Oliver?" I called from the kitchen.



   "No, not now," he answered when I returned.  "I done worn out three
wives so far." I led him to the living room and pointed to the sofa. 
"Thanks, this beer sure looks invitin'." I raised my wine glass in a silent
toast.  "Not as invitin' as some things, but still inviting." Suddenly I
realized the old man was flirting with me.



   "Like was other things, Mister Oliver?" I asked.  Damn!  I was flirting
back!



   "Oh, a pretty spring day.  A nice fishin' hole, a pretty woman," he
laughed.  "Not in that order, of course."



   "Reverse order?" I couldn't help myself.  I kept flirting with this man
was old enough to be my father.  No, old enough to be my grandfather.



   "Yeah, a pretty woman would have to be first in any list of good
things." He drained his beer and I hurried to the kitchen to get him
another one.  "Not just any pretty woman," he continued when I returned. 
"A woman in season heads the list." He studied me and nodded to himself. 
"A woman, say, in her mid thirties, still full of juices and a longin' to
live.  A woman who knows what she wants and goes after if.  Like you Miz
Elrod."



   "Like me?"



   "Sure," he said with a big smile.  "A woman who has a need."



   "What need would that be, sir?"



   "Well it might be loneliness, but I don't think so.  Not entirely.  I
think she's a woman who has a hankering.  "Course it might be curiosity."



   "Curiosity?  Curious about what?"



   "About whether an old nigger can give her what she needs.  Does she want
to satisfy her curiosity?" He didn't give me an opportunity to answer.  He
stood, unzipped his pants and after fishing around inside pulled out a
whopper of a cock.  It wasn't hard, but it was massive.  If Pope was seven
inches this old man had to have at least nine and it was as big around as
Pope's.  "What do you think?" he asked while I was staring at his
equipment.



   "Does it work?" I managed to ask after clearing my throat a few times.



   "Sure does," he said with a laugh.  "Works just fine.  You can make it
stiffer if you want." He took a few steps and stopped in front of the chair
I was on.  Even while I was telling myself to stop this nonsense, my hand
was reaching for it.



   I put both hands on his cock and still couldn't cover but half of it.  I
stroked it once then again.  It came alive in my hand.  It begin to stiffen
and swell even larger.



   "Kiss it, baby girl," Mister Oliver said softly.  "Make me hard so that
I can fuck you like you need." My pussy started gushing and I took as much
as I could in my mouth.  The ebony rod grew harder and I grew hotter until
we both were humming with lust.



   Somewhere in my mind I heard a voice asking what I was doing giving oral
sex to an old black man.  Another voice from back in my mind shouted
,"because you are a slut for black cock!" The second voice dominated.  I
sucked the old cock until it was rigid and throbbing in my hand and mouth.



   I took Mister Oliver to my bed.  While he lay naked on my bed I did a
slow strip for him.  He must have liked it because his cock stayed hard. 
Oliver's cock was the largest I had ever attempted, but because I was so
wet there wasn't much trouble getting him in me.



   The only difference in an old black man and the younger black men I had
fucked was Mister Oliver was slower in recovering after ejecting his cum. I
found that wasn't a bad thing.  It gave me time to bask in my orgasms. 
Mister Oliver told me he was from the old school and didn't eat pussy.  He
certainly didn't mind me sucking his cock.  I could live without being
eaten and I loved his cock so I figured I was still coming out ahead.



   Over the next two weeks, Mister Oliver proved to be good medicine .  In
fact just what the doctor ordered.  It was between Christmas and New Years
that the wheels came off.  Some nosy neighbor reported to the building
manager that Mister Oliver was spending a lot of time in one of the
apartments.  I suppose my apartment was identified, but no one actually
said so.  Mister Oliver was allowed to retire instead of being fired.  It
sucked and I told the manager that, but it didn't do any good.  I felt
terrible about getting Mister Oliver terminated so I called my accountant
and transferred some stock into his name.



   "You didn't have to do that, little one," Mister Oliver said.  "I
appreciate it, but it wasn't necessary.  I got my social security and
another small pension.  I'm gonna be fine.  I got a grand daughter in North
Carolina.  Thinkin' I'll go stay with her." I told him I thought it was
good to be with family.  "I'm a little worried 'bout you," he said.  We
were both naked on my bed.  He was toying with my nipples.  I asked him why
he was worried about me.  "You got a real thing for black dicks," he said.
"I'm talkin' real big thing, Miz Elrod." We never got to a first name basis
during our relationship.  I thought that was strange, but it seemed to work
for us.



   "From what you told me, you lucked out before and you got lucky with me.
By that I mean nobody has done you any harm.  There's a man I know, I'd
like you to meet." He stopped talking long enough to nip at my nipples. 
That was his sign he was about ready to go again.  I took his stiffing
member in my hand to confirm it.  I rolled over and mounted him.  It was
another great fuck.  Mister Oliver only had three positions, but he
preferred me on top sitting the pace, as he called it.



   Later when we were cleaning up, I asked him who.  He looked at me
blankly a moment.



   "Who do you want me to meet?" I asked.  He didn't answer for a few
minutes.



   "I had this friend," Mister Oliver said at last.  "His name was Duke. 
Duke passed on last year, but he has a grandson who's name is Rock.  I want
you to meet Rock." (See "Rock's Bitch")



   "Okay, but why?"



   "You need a man to look after you Miz Elrod.  Otherwise you are gonna
get in a peck of trouble.  Rock is a good man and he'll take care of you."
I was a little miffed that Mister Oliver didn't think I could take care of
myself, but I was also curious.  I asked for more details.



   "Rock is a very successful business man.  Owns a bunch of motels.  He
played football at Bama and some professional ball until his knee got
blowed out.  I want you to go see him in Alabama."



   "I don't understand why I should travel all the way there just to see
the grandson of some old crony of yours," I said.



   "I told you.  Rock will take care of you.  I done talked to him about
you and he wants to meet you.  Here's his number, give him a call.for me,
if nothing else."



   Mister Oliver left the following week for North Carolina.  I knew I
would miss him badly.  I had grown used to him and his wonderful ebony
cock.



   It was actually late February when I made the call.  I don't suppose I
would have made if I hadn't been lonely and thought of Mister Oliver.



   "Is this Rock?" I inquired when the phone was answered.



   "It is indeed," the cheerful voice said.  "Who's this?" I told him my
name and started to tell him how I got his number when he interrupted me.



   "Oh yes, Delmar Oliver's friend.  He told me about you.  How are you
doing?" Delmar?  So that was his first name.



   "I'm lonely," I admitted.  "I just happened to remember Mister Oliver
mentioned you and I found your number.  Is this a good time?"



   "It's a great time, Dawn.  I'm sorry you're lonely.  That's a terrible
feeling and no one should have to experience it." We talked for nearly an
hour.  Nothing of any importance, just comfortable conversation.  Before it
was over, I felt like we were old friends.



   "So, when are you coming to visit me?" he asked.  I stammered for a few
moments without giving him an answer.  I wasn't sure what I wanted to do.



   "Why don't you catch a flight Monday morning and plan to spend a week
with me.  I'll show you the sites.  Since I happen to own a couple of
motels, I can get you a great suite.  Come on, Dawn.  You know you want to.
Can you stand some adventure in your life?"



   "Okay, I'll do it," I said impulsively.  "I'll call you when I have the
flight times."

   ***



   Rock was big as I expected an ex-football player to be.  Of course I
knew he was black, but big was the only thing I guessed right about and
even then I had underestimated his size.  Also, I had not counted on him
being heart pounding handsome.  He could have been a model or something. 
During our second long telephone conversation he told me he had changed his
name to just Rock when he turned professional during his football days.



   Just Rock stood head and shoulder's above the waiting crowed as we
deplaned.  I went directly to him.



   "Damn girl!  Oliver said you were a looker, but he didn't even begin to
describe you accurately." It seemed natural when he hugged and kissed me in
the middle of that bunch of people.  What did I care?  I didn't know a soul
in Alabama.



   Rock had a short limo waiting for us.  The driver, a young black man
smiled at me while loading my bags in the trunk.



   "Let's go get you settled in and then we'll do something," Rock said. 
He had not turned loose of my hand since the hug.  It was a lot warmer in
Mobile, Alabama than the temperature I had left.  Fortunately I had
researched and packed clothing appropriate for the weather.  Rock told me
that the residents thought seventy degrees was cold, but the snowbirds
dressed like it was tropical weather.



   There was nothing remotely "motel" about Rock's bay front motel.  Ten
stories tall and my room was at the very top with a breath-taking view of
Mobile Bay.  It was a grand hotel in every sense of the word.  He showed me
to my suite which was a three room affair, lavishly furnished.  Rock and I
stood looking out of the window at the scenery while the men brought my
luggage in and a maid unpacked for me.  Rock had his arm across my
shoulders.  I was starting to get nervous again, aware of the Latina maid
casting amused glances at us.



   "Come on," Rock said turning me toward him when the maid left.  When he
kissed me, it was almost if he took all of my breath away.  Nervousness was
quickly replaced with passion.



   "Come on where?' I asked when he released me and I had enough air to
speak.



   "Something need to be done and done sooner then later.," he said gently
pushing me toward the bedroom.  "Take your clothes off for me, Dawn," he
said softly.  I did as he asked.  When I was naked he stripped for me.  I
was pleased to see that his cock was already hard.  It wasn't as large as
Mister Oliver's had been, but it was standing straight out.  Any woman
would appreciate that tribute.



   If anyone had asked me if I had fucked a black man before I would have
said yes.  That wouldn't have been completely true.  I just thought I had.
Sex with Rock was an all together new thing.  Not to say the other's hadn't
been good, they were, but nothing compared to being fucked by Rock.  There
was no stopping with him.  He took me to places that I had only glimpsed
with Pope or the others.  Rock fucked me until I fainted, then revived me
by fucking me some more.  Now I could say I had been truly fucked by a
black man!



   It seemed that Rock needed no recharge time at all.  He groaned, flooded
me with his seed, and started all over again.  I soon lost count of my
orgasms.  He fucked me constantly for nearly an hour and when at last he
stopped I was as limp as an old dishcloth.  I couldn't move for nearly ten
minutes and even then I moved very slow.



   I staggered to the bathroom, cum leaking out of every nook and cranny of
my body.  Rock left, telling me to get dressed for dinner and that he would
be back in an hour.  I spent most of that time washing his semen from me.

   ***



   "What do you think of Mobile?" Rock asked.  We were in the motel/hotel
main dining room.  Like the rest of the place it was superb in every
detail.



   "It's wonderful," I answered.  Before dinner he took me on a short motor
trip.  "What I've seen of it, anyway.  You have a magnificent place.  Is
this your home?" He told me he had residences in several cities in the
state.



   "I guess Birmingham is actually headquarters, but I like Mobile this
time of the year.  When the college kids swarm for spring break I usually
head back north." He smiled at me.  "That was a nice thing you did for Ol'
Delmar Oliver.  Giving him that stock, I mean.  Of course giving him you,
was damned nice, too."



   "Mister Oliver is a nice man and didn't deserve the treatment they gave
him.  If he had been white, nobody would have opened their mouth. 
Sometimes people can be just awful"



   "It's the balance of things.  Some can be mean, and some are nice, like
you.  I want you to know your stay here, however long, will not cost you a
dime.  You are the guest of a grateful Rock.  Do you want desert?"



   "Yes, I think I would like to have some Rock candy," I said like the
brazen hussy I was.



   "Then you shall have it," he said laughing.  He laughed a lot, I
noticed. I liked that.



   Tuesday he took me on a trip down the gulf coast.  To me the day was
warm and balmy and I loved to smell the ocean air.  We had dinner in
Gulfport and was back in Mobile by ten o'clock for some more hot steamy
sex. No matter how intense the fucking was, I couldn't get enough of it.



   On Wednesday we toured the local area and stopped for lunch at a neat
out of the way place that served seafood.  I made a pig out of myself.  We
were just finishing up when a man approached our booth.



   "Rock, what the hell are you doin' with this fox?" the man said.  He was
nearly as tall as Rock, but considerably heavier.  Not fat, just solid. 
His head was shaved and gleamed in the sunlight.  I was aware that the air
conditioner was making my nipples stand out under my thin tank top. 
Something the newcomer noticed immediately.  I started out with a bra, but
Rock insisted I remove it.



   "Hello, Marcus," Rock said.  "Why don't you join us.  You can sit beside
Dawn.  Dawn this is Marcus."



   "Thanks, but I druther sit over here so I can feast my eyes on her.  Hi,
Dawn," he said shoving Rock over so he could sit across from me.



   "Hello, Marcus," I said, amused at his performance.  "Nice to meet you."



   "Have you shown her Mobil Bay?" Marcus asked after Rock explained that I
was visiting from the northland.  "I mean like it should be seen.  From a
boat?" I told him I had only seen if from dry land.



   "Then you should go out on my boat and do it right," Marcus said.  "How
about tomorrow morning about ten?  Good, I'll pick you up at that shack
Rock calls a motel," he said when we agreed.  "Wear your tiniest bikini and
bring plenty of sun blocker.  I'll furnish everything else."



   "Sorry, I don't have a bikini," I said.



   "You got all afternoon to rectify that," Marcus said with a grin.  "Rock
has exactly what you need in that over-priced boutique of his at the motel.
I want to see lot's of skin on my boat.  See you tomorrow," he said
bouncing to his feet as if he were a hundred pounds lighter.



   "Wow, he's something else, isn't he?" I said when Marcus was gone.  "How
do you know him?  I mean you seemed like old friends."



   "We played ball together in college and against each other in the pros.
Marcus stayed in the game longer than I.  Yeah, we go way back." He paid
the check.  "Let's go get you a indecent bikini for tomorrow."



   The bikini was fire engine red and indecent by most accepted standards.
It barely covered my nipples and pussy and it was nearly transparent.  I
had my pubic hair removed by electrolysis after Pope complained about
getting a hair in his mouth, so I didn't have to worry about hair showing.
I wasn't sure I could wear it in public, but I modeled it for Rock.  He had
me stand, bend, sit, lay down, and walk wearing, before he pronounced the
tiny suit all right.



   "You don't honestly believe I would wear this in public, do you?" I
asked laughing.



   "Of course I do," he said seriously.  "You have a great body.  You
should show it off.  Marcus will love it."



   "Yeah, about that.  Tell me about Marcus," I said.  "What is he
expecting?"



   "He's expecting to enjoy your wonderful pussy," Rock said watching me
closely.  "He'll expect you to fuck him." I wasn't sure what to say, if
anything.  I saw the way Marcus looked at me so it didn't come as a shock
or surprise.



   "I see," I said slowly.  "Am I your whore?"



   "No, not at all.  Whore insinuates a commercial transaction.  This is
not the case here.  In fact we expect you to buy the beer.  Look, Dawn," he
said taking me into his arms.  "There is a big difference in being a whore
and being a slut."



   "So you're saying I'm a slut?" I wasn't at all sure I liked being
labeled a slut.



   "Yes," Rock said, pushing the bikini crotch over and putting a finger in
my puss.  "My beautiful, stacked, white slut." That was better.  I guess I
had to acknowledge I was a slut because only a slut would be doing what I
was.what I had done, and probably would be doing.

   ***



   I think I was expecting a speed boat or at the very most a small cabin
cruiser.  Marcus' boat was big.  He said it was a converted river patrol
boat the Navy sold as surplus.  Someone spent a lot of dollars making it
plush.



   We got underway just after ten o'clock that morning and it was a
beautiful day.  Clear blue skies with only a few wispy white clouds.  The
temperature was in the mid eighties.



   Marcus was right.  You should see Mobile Bay from the water.  It was
beautiful.  I kept the bikini wrap on for a while until Rock insisted I
remove it.  I'm vain enough to appreciate the audible gasp from Marcus and
the look of admiration from Rock.  The guys stripped down to trunks and I
spread the sun blocker on both of them.  Then it was my turn.



   "Take the wheel," Marcus told Rock.  "Don't run over anything.  I'll
protect this lovely creature from the sun." Marcus spent a lot of time
putting the blocker on me.  Rock told him to be sure to put plenty on my
breasts.



   "Sure don't want those pretty white titties to burn, do we?" Rock said.
Apparently Marcus shared Rock's concern because he deftly untied my top and
tossed it aside.  My nipples sprang to attention and Marcus' fingers kept
them hard.  The bottoms came off soon thereafter.  Until we docked the next
day, I didn't have any opportunity to wear anything.



   Marcus took me to the front deck, put some cushions down and proceeded
to eat me.  He apparently was a man who like to eat pussy because he ate me
to three orgasms, two of them big ones.  Then he fucked me.  Once while I
was on top of Marcus, Rock took the boat over some waves churned up my a
big naval vessel of some kind.  The wave action drove me down hard on
Marcus black cock.  Marcus liked it and made circling motions with his hand
and switched so that he was on top when we went back over the rough water.
Wow, what a trip!  The wake slammed me up and Marcus down, impaling him
even deeper in me.



   After a while Marcus took control of the boat and Rock took control of
me.  Watching his friend fuck me, had Rock rearing to go.  He took me with
a force he had not displayed before.  While Rock drove his beautiful black
cock in me, Marcus took the boat into a secluded cove where they both
fucked me.



   I was so engrossed in what was happening to me I had not realized that
another large boat came into our cove and the passengers, two men and two
women, were watching the show.  I was astride Rock, facing him, his cock in
my pussy, and Marcus was fucking my ass from behind.  If the other boat
hadn't drifted and slightly nudged our boat, I don't know when I would have
noticed the watchers.



   "Honey, I want to try that," one of the women said.



   "Hey, sweetheart, my wife wants to know if you'll share your studs," one
of the guys laughingly yelled across.



   "No," I managed to say.  "Go find your own cocks.  Leave mine alone."
That tore Marcus up.  Rock just grinned.



   Sometime mid-afternoon they stopped fucking me long enough to unpack
lunch.  We ate and they went right back at me again.  I certainly didn't
complain.  I was caught up in a sexual frenzy and I loved every minute of
it.  That night we slept on deck.  It would have been cool, but I had the
heat generated by two black hunks to keep me warm.  We went back in the
following morning.



   I'm sure the people on the other boats and on the dock knew the minute
they saw me that I had been well fucked by the two black men.  Again I
didn't care because I didn't know any of them.



   Rock left me at the door of my suite saying he and Marcus would see me
that evening.  I was glad for the alone time.  I spent some of it basking
in a tub.  The rest of the time I spent prowling through the near-by shops.

   ***



   Rock arrived about six o'clock with a present.  It was the tiniest dress
I ever saw.  My boobs were nearly exposed on top and it barely covered my
butt cheeks.  I asked him where he expected me to wear such a thing.



   "After dinner we're going to a special club.  Marcus want's to show you
off."



   "Show me off?  This dress surely will do that," I said.  "Rock, I'm not
sure about it." He just laughed and reminded me I didn't know anybody.  I
still had a lot of reservations, but I didn't argue.



   Marcus joined us for after dinner drinks and we arrived at the club
about ten o'clock that night where I discovered I was one of about half
dozen white women and about thirty or more black men.  Rock and Marcus
seemed to know everybody in the place.  Most came by our table and all who
came gave me a good looking-over.  I felt like a show-dog on display, but I
quickly got the discomfort.



   "See, you are the prettiest woman in the place," Marcus said loudly over
the thundering music.  I didn't mention it, but I seemed to be the oldest
woman in the place also.  The other white women took turns dancing on a
small stage.  Some flashed their breasts and one stripped completely for
the appreciative audience.  Everyone was having a high old time, including
me.  Marcus and Rock kept me well supplied with drinks.  By midnight I
wasn't feeling any pain.  I use that as an excuse for what happened next.



   "Dance for us, Dawn," Rock said.  I laughed at the request, but both
Marcus and Rock insisted.  Next thing I knew I was up onstage strutting my
stuff.  I gave the guys a flash of my boobs and a long look at the tiny
thong I was wearing.  I could see my guys beaming at me.  I got a good
ovation when the music was finished.  I was high and hot by the time I got
back to my seat.  Rock told me to take the thong off and dance again.



   "Show the brothers some white pussy," he said.  I went to the restroom
and removed the moist thong and went back on stage.  The men seemed to like
seeing my bare pussy because they yelled and encouraged me to take it all
off.  I did as they demanded.  I danced for them completely naked except
for my shoes.  It was one of the most erotic things I had even done and I
had a soft orgasm while I danced.  I picked up the dress and started back
to the table, but I didn't make it.  One man grabbed me, lay me across the
table and dove between my legs.  While he licked my pussy another man put
his black cock to my lips and I took him in my mouth.



   It wasn't long before the eater's tongue was replaced with someone's
cock.  After he was finished it was replaced by another cock.and another
one, and a series of black cocks.  I honestly have no idea how many men
fucked me.  At least ten, but probably more.



   Later I was taken from the club to an apartment and fucked by many more
men.  One at a time, two at a time and then they made me airtight.  I had a
cock in my pussy, my ass, and my mouth.  I was floating on some sort of
orgasmic cloud.  I saw Rock and Marcus a couple of times during the orgy.
They may have fucked me also, but I wasn't sure.



   I stayed in Mobile for three more days of constant fucking then I had to
leave.  My son was coming home over spring break and I wanted to be there
for him.  Besides I needed the rest.  I made reservation for the return to
Mobile while I was at the airport.  Too much sometimes just isn't enough.



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