From Joe@Mama.com Mon Jun 16 23:15:26 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!news1.best.com!feed1.news.erols.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.flinet.com!not-for-mail From: Joe <Joe@Mama.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Crack whores (MF, Mf, drugs, inter) Date: Mon, 16 Jun 1997 23:15:26 -0400 Organization: Florida Internet Corporation Lines: 136 Message-ID: <33A6014E.5C48@Mama.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: usr1-7.flinet.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.01Gold (Win95; I) Crack Whores (an original composition) It was a couple of years ago, I was still in my crack smoking period. I'm not proud of it, but it happened so I deal with it right? I met this crack whore on the street. She said her name was Karen, but I knew that everybody had two or three names in crack town. She was a thin black girl, it was hard to tell her age but I was guessing she was in her late twenties. She was wearing shorts just a little too tight for her firm ass and a cut up sweatshirt that almost hid a pair of floppy tits. I had about a hundred bucks or so on me from pawning the last of my carpentry tools. Like I said, I'm not proud of it. It wasn't sex I was after from as much as it was the rock. I always liked having a girl with me when I was smoking it up. We hooked up with some rock and went to an apartment she said was hers. Before she unlocked the door to the place, she told me that we'd have to be quiet, that she had her little sister living there. I was okay with that, I just wanted to get high anyway, I didn't imagine talking too much. The place was pretty shabby, newspapers strewn on the floor, a ragged looking couch and a filthy little kitchen table with two mismatched chairs, early thrift shop style. We sat at the table and quietly went about the business of smoking some crack. We talked quietly about everything and nothing at all. She was going to straighten herself up and get a job, I was going to move out of this town for good. She used to work in an office, I used to have my own construction business. She liked the ritual of crack smoking, I liked to get my dick sucked while I took a hit. You lose track of time smoking that shit. Eventually the last few slivers of rocks were sitting on the table. I asked her if she would suck my cock while I did a hit. She didn't answer but got off her chair and knelt in front of me. I guess she thought she owed me a blowjob since it was my money that paid for everything we smoked. She got started on my cock, bringing it to a good sized erection in no time. Her slick fat lips slid up and down my shaft while her hands stroked my balls. I picked up the glass pipe and set a piece on it. Her mouth was bringing the desired effect, I could feel the cum welling up in my balls. I lit the pipe and took a deep drag. The euphoria started to hit me as my cock started to spurt in the girl's mouth. I shot my load and settled back into the chair, my body shivering as she gave her last licks to my dick. She got up, went to the sink and spit it out. Wiping her mouth with the shoulder of her shirt, she sat back down and set herself up another hit. After we had smoked everything on the table, I asked her if it would be allright if I crashed on her couch for a while. She said she was going to go out and find some more dope, but I could stay if I wanted to. She walked out the door and I settled onto the couch in a semi-fetal position. I didn't even try to sleep, it would have been no use anyway with all the cocaine in my system. I still had a few rocks left in my pocket, kind of a secret stash that I didn't want to share. I decided to let it sit there for a while, knowing that I would want it later. I suppose she had hidden a rock or two on her and that was why she left so quickly. I settled in to relax on the couch and turned on the small TV. Minutes or hours later, I heard a door open. I looked to the door I had come in from but it was closed. A girl's voice spoke, asking who I was and just what the hell I was doing there. I turned to see a pretty young black girl, about 14 or 15, standing in the doorway to what must have been the bedroom. I said that I was a friend of her sister's and that she had just gone out for a moment. She said that it wasn't her sister, it was her mother. She looked over to the table where all the evidence of what we had been doing sat. When she walked over to the table, I got a full view of her body. She was young and athletic looking, her breasts stuck out like points from under the over-sized t-shirt that fell almost to her mid thigh and hung off of one shoulder. Her hair was done in tight braids that fell just to the nape of her neck. She picked up the glass pipe from the table and asked if I had anything to put in it. I didn't answer right away and she walked over to the couch. Her big dark eyes looked into mine as she slid her soft hand down my cheek. I was getting hard again just by looking at her face. I began to reach into my pocket but she stopped me and told me that she would find out for herself. She slid her hand down the front of my jeans and felt around for the rocks. Her hand brushed my cock in a manner so obvious yet still innocent coming from such a young girl. She smiled and took my hand, leading me over to the table where the pipe still sat, only recently cooled off from it previous use. I pulled three rocks from my pocket and set them on the table. She sat me down on a chair and then placed herself on my lap, her small tits just inches from my mouth. She asked me if we could make a deal. She said that her mother didn't like her smoking crack, but if I let her, she would do anything for me. She wiggled her ass down on my crotch and I knew she could feel how hard I was. I sliced her off a piece of the rock and set it in the pipe for her. She took the pipe and the lighter and raised it to her mouth. I slid my hand under the big shirt she was wearing and felt her firm small breasts. I stroked her flat tummy as she lit up and moved my hand into her panties as she inhaled. She took a deep drag and held it, looking into my face and pointing to my mouth. I opened my mouth and she placed her open lips on mine, exhaling the sweet acrid smoke into me. My finger found her lightly haired slit and rubbed into the wetness forming there, she parted her thighs slightly, allowing my fingers better access. Her tongue darted out against my lower lip as she pulled her mouth away, she smiled as her eyes glazed over with the euphoria of the smoke. I stood her up and pulled her panties down to her feet, at the same time she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her body to me. Her small dark nipples rode high on her tits and a tiny patch of deep black pubic hair covered her warm pussy. I took my pants down to my ankles and released my cock, which was once again rock hard. I sat back on the chair and she straddled me, poising her little snatch over the tip of my cock. With one hand I set up a hit for myself while the other guided her hips as she slowly lowered herslef onto my shaft. She couldn't get much in at first. She had to rise up and then sink down a few times before my cock was buried deep into her pussy. I raised the pipe to my mouth as she rose again and lit up as she sank herslef back down. The feeling of her pussy sliding on my cock combined with the rush of rock, a much more intense effect than her mother's mouth had been able to produce. I relaxed back against the chair, almost immobilized by the sensations. She spun around so she was facing the table, still keeping my cock buried in her snatch. When she leaned over to set up another hit, I could see her ass stretch open, her puckered little brown-eye winking at me. I pushed a thumb into her asshole as she picked up the pipe. She raised herself up, almost pulling herself completely off of my dick when she put the pipe to her lips. She lit, inhaled deeply and sank herself down again. When she put the pipe down again and exhaled, I stood up and bent her over the table. I began to shove my cock into her hard and fast, my belly making slapping noises on the cheeks of her ass. She turned her head so her cheek was flat on the table, her glassy eyes looking back at me. I could see a tiny dribble of spit leaking out of her open mouth as I slammed into her. I couldn't hold out much longer, I needed to come and I could feel the shuddering beginning of her own orgasm. When I told her I was going to come,she reached behind and pulled my cock out of her. She pumped it with her hand while I spewed my load all over her delicious backside. When I finished shooting, I collapsed onto her back while she toyed with the slick head of my cock against her soft pussy. I felt her shiver once, twice then her body relaxed underneath mine. We got up and went over to the couch, I wanted to taste her little pussy before her mother came home. She laid back on the couch, spreadin her legs so that one foot was on the floor and the other was hanging on the back of the couch. I slid myself down into position and brought my face up to her sweet little snatch. Just then there was a knock on the door... More???