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Welfare Mothers Make Better Lovers Ch. 1

By: Stardog Champion



A mentally and physically exhausted Bobbie Jo Hottinger rested wearily on the sweat stained sheets of her cockroach infested, New York City motel room. It had been an emotionally battering whirlwind for the 23 year old mother of four as she tried to force herself to sleep over the sounds of drunk men wandering up and down the motel's corridor and the searing screech of sirens, every so often, from the Bronx street below. 

Feeling the tears of her own self-loathing burn her eyeballs, Bobbie Jo silently sobbed, praying that the sounds of the urban jungle outside wouldn't wake her two boys and two girls as they slept restlessly on the floor beside her. 

Less than two weeks earlier, Bobbie Jo had still been living in her hometown of Bristol, Tennessee, running the strip with her friends, making time with the truckers that frequented the I-81 truck stop on the outskirts of town and generally doing the best a country girl could do, to do as little as possible with her life. 

The welfare checks that came ever month to help support her four kids combined with the occasional financial support she weaseled from her folks and the money she picked up for services rendered in the cabs of those tractor trailers kept Bobbie Jo from ever having to actively seek out a real job. 

The fact that she had given birth to four kids in less than six years, all to different Fathers, might have seemed outlandish to the outside world, but for a nameless girl from small town America, she was just another aimless face in the crowd. 

What had led Bobbie Jo from the comfort level she had established at home to the rodent and insect infested motel room over 600 miles away was a mistake in judgment she had made three years earlier. The fact that she had slept with more men than she could count was something that Bobbie Jo took a strange sense of pride in. The one glaring lapse in judgment she had made over the years however was sleeping with a handsome blonde boy, who at the time was 18. 

That boy, Brian Kenner, had one certain trait that most of the men that Bobbie Jo hooked up with didn't, an actual chance at a decent future. Even though he had sown his wild oats, just like most of his classmates growing up, Brian was from a stable and well off family that engrained in him a belief that one day he would make something of himself. 

When Brian had, by chance, met up with Bobbie Jo one night on the Bristol strip and then found himself in Room 118 of the Motel 6 back in the Summer of 1998, neither thought anything else other than a good time would come from it. Instead, the only time the two ever shared a bed resulted in the conception of Bobbie Jo's second child, her first daughter, who she named Noelle. 

Despite the fact that Brian had initially begged Bobbie Jo to get an abortion, he warmed to the idea of Fatherhood despite the fact that Bobbie Jo wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Brian's 'clean cut' image made her look bad in the eyes of the circle of friends she normally hung with, Bobbie Jo reasoned. 

After finally caving in to the wishes of his parents and deciding he would never be able to make a dent with Bobbie Jo's warped mind, Brian chose to enlist in the Army. 

With his two year commitment behind him, Brian used to GI Bill to help pay for his first year at the University of Tennessee. Even though there was an occasional swapping of photos and phone calls between Father and Daughter, the two never got a chance to spend any substantive time together until Brian returned to Bristol after finishing his Freshman year at college. It was then that Bobbie Jo's depraved lifestyle finally began to catch up with her. 

Even though he had sent a letter a month earlier saying he would be back to see Noelle on the 10th of May, Brian was able to push his exams up to the start of the week so he could leave for Bristol a few days earlier to see his Daughter. What he found when he showed up early and unexpectedly at Bobbie Jo's trailer wounded him to the core. 

In the three subsequent years since Brian and Bobbie Jo had conceived Noelle, Bobbie Jo had proceeded to give birth to two other children bringing her personal maternal tote board to four. 

When Brian swung open the unlocked screen door of Bobbie Jo's trailer and proceeded to enter the ram shackled residence without knocking, he was immediately inundated by the overwhelming stench of fecal matter, urine and marijuana smoke. Holding his hand up to his nose the same way he was taught to in the Army in case of a tear gas attack, Brian quickly scanned his eyes across the poorly lit interior of the trailer until he locked eyes with Bobbie Jo and a teenage boy, each sitting half naked on the sofa with a joint between their lips. 

His eyes burning, both from the putrid odor of the room as well as his own mushrooming anger, Brian instinctively looked to his right when he heard a baby start to cry and saw all four of Bobbie Jo's children, including Noelle, sitting off to the side, each one of them forced to wallow in their own filth as their Mother rested drunkenly in the arms of some nameless Stoner a few feet away. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" Brian yelled, the veins in his neck straining grotesquely as he tried to keep from reaching out and choking the Mother of his child. 

"FUCK... YOU," Bobbie Jo screamed back just as loud, if not slightly more disjointedly. "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

The pot smoking teenager Bobbie Jo had been gallivanting with on the sofa had quickly grabbed his shirt and shoes and beat a hasty retreat as Bobbie Jo and Brian stared each other down, sensing this was something he wanted no parts of. 

For the better part of 30 seconds, Brian just wretched as he watched Bobbie Jo sitting on the sofa, dressed in nothing but a yanked down halter top that revealed her heavy, sagging breasts and a pair of way too short cut off jeans. Sickened by what he saw, Brian angrily spat on the ground at Bobbie Jo's bare feet then went to pick up his unbathed Daughter to give her a reassuring hug. Bobbie Jo somehow picked her limp and buzz laden body off the sofa and charged at Brian as he picked up Noelle. 

As she laid in her New York City motel room, dazedly reliving that awful moment, Bobbie Jo winced in silence as the stinging smack Brian delivered to her still resonated across her still bruised but healing face. 

* * * * *

Brian Kenner's older Brother, Tim, had been a deputy on Bristol's Police force for the past five years. When Brian had communicated to Tim the situation Bobbie Jo's four kids were forced to live in, Tim immediately placed a call to Social Services. 

In the meantime, Bobbie Jo resisted the urge to place any assault charges against Brian for striking her, sensing he had the upper hand after catching her in such a compromising position. The fact that his Brother was a cop as well made Bobbie Jo feel as if the cards were indelibly stacked against her. 

She had never thought for a moment that Brian would do anything so low as bring in Child Welfare to investigate her child rearing abilities. When two agents from Social Services showed up unannounced at her trailer early one Thursday Morning however, and saw for themselves the conditions she had subjected her four children to, Bobbie Jo sensed clearly the tide was turning against her. 

In her paranoid haste to keep from having her kids taken away, Bobbie Jo pooled every last dollar she could and took her children to the bus station with the sole purpose of buying a one way ticket for as far away as she could. 

Less than 24 hours later, Bobbie Jo and her two sons and two daughters looked out the Greyhound bus's window to see the New York City skyline tower above their morbidly stoic facades. 

* * * * *

As Bobbie Jo rubbed away the combination of sweat and tears that coated her cheeks and listened to the sounds of her four kids' fitful sleep, the young woman made a desperate prayer to God that her children would not be tainted by the mess that her life had become. 

Laying there in the humid darkness, Bobbie Jo tried her best to mentally detach herself from the brutal emotions that stabbed at her heart. In lieu of concentrating on those feelings however, all she was left with was the throbbing physical residue of what had happened to her earlier that night at work. 

* * * * *

Upon arriving at the Port Authority two weeks earlier, with no money in her pocket except for the $20 bill and elderly couple had slipped her after sensing her dilemma on the bus, Bobbie Jo realized that finding a job, any job, would be a necessity if she didn't want to have to crawl back to Tennessee and potentially lose her children. 

There thankfully happened to be a "Help Wanted... Start Immediately" sign in the window of a Dry Cleaners on the same block that Bobbie Jo found the first low rent motel that would take kids under the age of 16. 

Hired on the spot when she went in to apply, Bobbie Jo experienced a double jolt of good fortune when an older woman, who lived down the hall from her in the motel offered to look after her four kids while Bobbie Jo worked the 4 pm to Midnight shift at Kim's Cleaners. 

Still, the accumulated internal and external conflict that had built up around Bobbie Jo kept her from the one thing she so desperately needed, a good night's sleep. 

Laying there listening to the sounds of her own raspy breathing mingle with the intimidating noises outside of her cramped quarters, Bobbie Jo could still feel the burning sensations of the bite marks on her neck and breasts that would surely develop into nasty black and blue hickeys by sunrise. She could also feel every muscle in her back and legs ache from the ridiculously rough treatment she had gotten earlier that night at work. 

For nearly an hour, Bobbie Jo rested there reliving the depraved act she had been coerced into doing earlier that night until the only relief she could find was when her tingling and shaky fingers nestled warmly into the chestnut brown V of her hairy cunt. 

* * * * *

The night has started out relatively the same as all the others had during her two week stint at Kim's Dry Cleaners. It wasn't until Bobbie Jo had snuck into the Boss's vacant office around 10 pm, during one of her breaks, to make a secret long distance call back to Bristol, to her best friend Cherise, to see what the climate was with Brian attempts to get Bobbie Jo's kids taken away, that she ran into problems. After Bobbie Jo hung up the phone and started to sneak back out of the darkened office. her night took a sudden and sharp detour. 

Bobbie Jo's hastily concocted plan over the previous two weeks had been to use the phone in the Boss's office, long after Mr. Kim had gone home for the night, to call her friends back in Tennessee to determine if it was safe yet to return to Bristol with her kids. 

Working the late evening shift, Bobbie Jo was relatively safe in feeling she could sneak in to use the phone, then sneak out undetected. Figuring she'd be on her way back home by the time the phone bill showed up at the business, Bobbie Jo was confident her little plan wouldn't be discovered until long after she had departed. Even if worse came to worse, she reasoned, she could quit that job and find another one before the phone bill showed up. 

What Bobbie Jo hadn't counted on was the fact that two of her fellow co-workers, a pair of 19 year old Puerto Rican boys named Raoul and Ivan, had gradually caught on to the new girl's secret routine. 

Having memorized the layout of the room, Bobbie Jo hadn't even bothered to turn on Mr. Kim's office light as she raised her cigarette sized flashlight to the top of his desk and quickly punched the 10 digit number to call Cherise back in Tennessee. 

The two women had talked for the better part of five minutes when Bobbie Jo sensed she better get back and prepare to resume her shift. Unable to get any other information about her quandary from Cherise, Bobbie Jo took a distressed deep breath as she hung up the phone, the realization of having to spend another week a New York slum drilling her in the gut. 

"Another Fuckin' week in this Fuckin' Hell Hole," Bobbie Jo bristled to herself as she switched off her penlight and tiptoed her way towards the door to leave. 

Just as she was about to emerge from the darkness of her boss's office and back towards the main work area, two huge shadows passing in the dim yellowish light of the hallway caused Bobbie Jo's heart to shoot directly into her throat. 

Before Bobbie Jo's blurry eyes could re-adjust to the light, she immediately knew who was standing outside in the hall from the thick Latin accents that echoed between the narrow concrete corridor. 

"What do we have here?" Raoul brazenly cooed, flexing both his arms outwards, as if they were wings, as Bobbie Jo emerged from Mr. Kim's office. 

"Who do you got in there with you?" Ivan asked, peeking over Bobbie Jo's shoulder to see if the young Mother of 4 was perhaps sharing some illicit activity in the privacy of the Boss's office. 

"No one's in there," Bobbie Jo answered defiantly. "Nothing... is going on in there!"

"So what are you saying Lady," Raoul quipped, "that you took a wrong turn?"

"I bet she's back here smokin' crack, Raoul," Ivan chimed in, causing Bobbie Jo to helplessly fume even more than she already was. 

"Crack... ," Bobbie Jo replied weakly, as if she didn't fully understand what the Puerto Rican boys were insinuating. 

"Nah... Ivan... she ain't like that... Girl ain't got no drug habit," Raoul gristled sarcastically. "Remember... she's got four kids... only thing she's got a habit for is sex with any guy who gives her a sniff," He laughed, watching with sick pride as Bobbie Jo's eyes turned to pools of fire. 

"I... I... am... I'm not... ,"Bobbie Jo stammered as she tried unsuccessfully to force her feet between the two boys so she could get back to the safety of the main work area. 

"All the way up here from where... Tennessee," Raoul continued, as if Bobbie Jo wasn't even there to defend herself. " All the white folk down there... she's gotta hate it being surrounded by so many of us... colored peeps. "

Blushing from dazed and awkward embarrassment as the two Latin Boys nailed her feelings, tendencies and weaknesses on the head, Bobbie Jo rolled her tongue fiendishly across her front teeth, desperately trying to contain her anger as well as the biting urge to spit right into both Ivan and Raoul's youthful, smurking faces. 

"It don't mean she ain't aroused by it though, Raoul," Ivan chimed in brightly. 

"Guess you can be turned on by something that disgusts you... huh," Raoul's eyes brightened as well, as he saw for himself the evidence of Bobbie Jo's morbid fascination. 

A clear and foreboding sense that she was out of the loop, as far as understanding what the two boys were talking about settled deeply into Bobbie Jo's craw until she instinctively looked down in shame and saw for herself the reason for Raoul and Ivan's joviality. 

Each one of her cherry sized nipples were jutting shamelessly out of the front of her sweaty tan tee-shirt, and as she stared embarrassingly at them, they continued to grow right in front of her blank brown eyes. 

"Jesus... Christ," Bobbie Jo sobbed to herself as her entire physical and emotional being went limp. 

"MMMMMM," She heard both boys gleam like rabid dogs as they looked on. 

The blood vessels inside Bobbie Jo's head pumped like pipes at Hoover Dam, causing a nonstop flow of blood to speed through her thick body, saturating her breasts and the soft pink inner lining of her vagina. 

Desperate to conceal the glaring evidence of her strange arousal, Bobbie Jo attempted to raise her hands to cover her endowed chest, but her arms seemed entirely too heavy to lift. 

As if they were calculating sharks, deciding just when the right time to start picking at a bountiful feast would be, Raoul and Ivan seductively raised their own hands towards Bobbie Jo, and each took turns pinching the white woman's throbbing nipples through her sweat soaked tee-shirt. 

Stunned by the boys' forceful and rude advances, Bobbie Jo attempted to swat away Raoul and Ivan's rapid grasps but all she succeeded in doing was causing her two large breasts to flop around like fleshy melons inside the loose fitting restraints of her misfitted bra. 

Bobbie Jo's mind went blank as the sudden and overwhelmingly poignant scent of feminine arousal began to permeate to cramped hallway, causing the front of each teenage studs' jeans to puff out as if a tent pole had been erected inside. 

"I knew you were addicted to sex, Bitch," Raoul haughtily whispered between gritted teeth as he leaned in towards Bobbie Jo and cruelly nibbled at her beet red ear. 

Bobbie Jo immediately felt as if the dam that had been holding in her willpower had now been complexly reduced to rubble as the context of the 19 year old's stud's broken English filtered into her senses. 

"I... am... not," Bobbie Jo mouthed distantly as she fought back the deluge of bitter tears that welled in her eye sockets. Realizing it was frivolous to fight, the young white slut internally surrendered, collapsing heavily against the cinderblock wall behind her as Raoul and Ivan toyed with her body. 

* * * * *

Sensing the clear and unmistakable dominance over the shell of a woman in front of them, each one of the Puerto Rican teenagers looked over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before closing in fully on Bobbie Jo's withering frame. 

A surreal sense of powerlessness swept through the white woman's cowering body as she looked through her slitted and tear soaked eyes, watching with disbelief as two pairs of dark brown hands grabbed her by the waist and in an instant, ripped her shorts and panties down to her feet, leaving the paralyzed Southern Whore standing at the end of the long dimly lit hallway, naked from the waist down. 

Having surrendered so completely to the inevitable, Bobbie Jo made no attempt to cover her fury mate of dark brown pubic hair as both Raoul and Ivan stood there gawking, each fervently massaging their penises through the faded denim of their blue jeans. 

"You wanna fuck this fat Bitch?" Raoul beamed as he openly palmed his crotch. "Or you just wanna leave her here like that... with her drawers down around her ankles?"

"Hell... Dawg... might as well stick a dick inside of her while we're here... with everything that's been through that cunt... I'd hate for it to think we didn't want to at least come in for a few minutes and say 'Hi'? "Ivan replied. "Who knows... maybe we can knock the Bitch up too. "

Raoul and Ivan's words were nothing more than a jumble of Latin accents as Bobbie Jo blankly felt the sensations of the superheated air of the dry cleaners coagulate around her exposed pubic V. Feeling as if the two Puerto Rican boys had somehow merged into one faceless demonic force, Bobbie Jo meekly turned her head to the side in defeat as Raoul grabbed her by the upper arm and forced her back into the pitch black darkness of their boss's office. 

A shrill mewing gasp seeped out from Bobbie Jo's parched mouth as her surroundings went blank. She could feel each boys' hot breath cascade down against her reddened cheeks as her heart rapidly pattered. 

Raoul's hand was still savagely dug into the flesh of Bobbie Jo's upper arm when Ivan joined his grip to the white woman's naked waist and collectively, both boys spun Bobbie Jo's body around 180 degrees, with such ease, that it appeared she had been standing on a swivel. 

An instant later, Raoul and Ivan's hands released from Bobbie Jo's skin only to jointly press into her tense shoulder blades. Feeling the two sets of clenched fingers dig horribly into her back, Bobbie Jo felt her shirt get lifted all the way up to her neck a second before both studs pushed her violently forward, causing her to yelp out loud when her suddenly exposed breasts were pressed into the unforgiving hardness of Mr. Kim's interior wall. 


Welfare Mothers Make Better Lovers Ch. 1



The fleshy sound of Bobbie Jo's titties smacking the wall pierced the silence in the room as Raoul and Ivan positioned themselves to each side of her in the dark. Dropping their hands down to each one of Bobbie Jo's bare and meaty asscheeks, Raoul and Ivan alternated rough and rhythmic spanks to the voluptuous girl's behind, causing her bare feet to shiver wildly each time their hands sizzled on her bobbing rear. 

Ivan was first to blindly roll his index finger between Bobbie Jo's sweaty cheeks and begin to wiggle it up inside her buzzing quim. Smiling the instant his finger dipped into Bobbie Jo's syrupy warmth, Ivan giddily moaned out loud from the physical sensation of having the length of his finger sucked into the woman's vaginal vacuum. 

Swirling the glistening digit inside Bobbie Jo's cunt as if he were stirring a drink, Ivan snickered over to Raoul beside him as his friend raised his hands up to molest the woman's smashed breasts. 

With her chubby body sandwiched between the studs' groping advances and the unforgiving presence of the wall, the young Mother of four was helpless to stand there and take what the two 19 year olds were more than eager to give. 

The sound of each boys' cock flopping out from the front of their trousers filled the room with two meaty thuds as Ivan and Raoul bit, kissed and savagely licked at Bobbie Jo's ear, neck and shoulder. Their erections now unsheathed, each boy made a silent connection with the other as they prepared to fuck the trembling white woman. 

"You first, Raoul," Ivan offered. 

"Alright... I'll take a crack at it," Raoul agreed. "Before I do though... grab the fat Cunt by her thighs and force those legs wider apart. "

Spreading his own legs out to match the way Bobbie Jo's were suddenly splayed, Raoul looked as if he was a male dog preparing to mount a Bitch in heat as he watched his friend Ivan keep the front of Bobbie Jo's body tightly wedged against the wall. 

Using his slick finger to create a seam between the chubby girl's huge asscheeks, Raoul felt his 7 inch penis smoothly glide up Bobbie Jo's greased track until it's uncircumcised head found the molten warmth of her glowing snatch. 

"Oh yeah... she's ready to go," Raoul hissed, as the smell of sweaty arousal filled his nostrils. 

"Are you in yet?" Ivan asked. 

"I think so... I dunno... God this pussy is loose," Raoul mumbled, flailing his hips forward wildly, trying the best he could to make a dent in Bobbie Jo's sloppy sex. "Feels like I'm trying to fuck something in outer space, Dude. "

"Pull it out Dawg... stop wasting your time," Ivan laughed. "Let me get back there and show you how its done... mine's big enough to show her what she's been missing all these years. "

"You think so, huh," Raoul gruffly barked as she eased his lathered up phallus out of Bobbie Jo's cunt. "Then take your best shot at it. "

Massaging his cock to full erection, Ivan proudly strode two steps to his left and took the same spot Raoul had been standing. Digging his finger and thumbnails roughly into Bobbie Jo's fleshy ass, Ivan smiled as the white woman shrieked from the sharp and piercing sensation. 

"Oh Yeah... you like it rough don't ya... you piece of trash!" Ivan spat as she reached down with his right hand to grab his dick so he could aim it down the same tunnel Raoul had been moments earlier. 

"God Damn... your right Dude," Ivan quickly admitted, slightly embarrassed that his equipment wasn't able to do the job either. "Its just like sticking your jock into a jar of hot salsa. "

Rotating his palm down the length of his cockshaft, Ivan began to squeeze his balls tightly, trying to give his genitals all the stimulation he could as he pounded Bobbie Jo's ultra loose cunt. 

"Give it up," Raoul laughed, tapping his friend on the shoulder with one hand while he continued to massage the woman's body with the other. "We ain't got nothin' that's gonna make a dent in there. I got a better idea... if were gonna bust a nut... lets turn her fat ass around and put the Bitch on her knees between us. "

Ivan slowed his forward thrusting motion as what Raoul was suggesting sank in. Pulling his greasy cock out of Bobbie Jo's twat with moist plop, he looked down and saw the way it lewdly bobbed out from his groin as the girl's vaginal secretions glistened in the dim light from the narrow crack in Mr. Kim's office door. 

"Grab her ass and spin her around, Dawg," Ivan hissed as he palmed his dick to keep it hard. 

Twisting his hand into Bobbie Jo's curly, shoulder length brown hair, Raoul forced the stunned woman to turn forward and face both Puerto Rican studs. The shadowy view of the white woman's massive but slightly sagging breasts filled each teens' eyes causing their dicks to re-harden to full attention. 

Releasing the grip he had on Bobbie Jo's hair, Raoul expertly eased his hand up to the very top of the 5 foot 8 inch girl's head and pushed her straight down to her knees between he and Ivan. 

Raoul and Ivan could feel the tiled floor beneath them vibrate slightly as Bobbie Jo's bare knees came to rest between their feet. Looking down, each young stud could see Bobbie Jo's face faintly illuminated from the sliver of light that snuck through the cracked office door. They each swore they could also see a look of degraded yet aroused excitement glimmer in the beaten woman's dark eyes as she alternated her gaze back and forth between each boys' straining endowment. 

"Open that mouth Bitch," Raoul luridly snarled as he and Ivan proceeded to wind their pelvises forward until the heads of their cocks smacked solidly against Bobbie Jo's numb lips. 

A chorus of ,"OHH... YEAH", bellowed from both young men's mouths as Bobbie Jo's wanton, hot breath spilled out onto their meaty jewels. Taking turns, Raoul and Ivan alternated forward thrusts until each of their uncircumcised heads were coated with the kneeling slut's saucy saliva. 

Digging their fingertips into Bobbie Jo's curly brown hair, each stud pistoned his crotch against her weathered face in a brutal face fucking rhythm until they both felt the boiling mass of their heated ejaculate bubble up their loins and shoot like creamy magma through their seething cocks. 

"AAARRGGHHAAHHH," Ivan wailed out, the first to have his teenage seed shoot wildly out all over Bobbie Jo's chubby facial features. 

"MMMPPHHH... YYEEAAAHHH," Raoul yelped soon after, until both young thugs had covered the white girl's face in a gooey malaise of burning jism. 

Looking down through their glaring eyes, Raoul and Ivan stared harshly at the helpless woman at their feet with a mix of pity and enjoyed accomplishment. 

"Better clean yourself up before you head back out to the work floor... that stuff will leave a stain," Raoul mocked down to Bobbie Jo. 

"Damn good thing we work at a cleaners, huh," Ivan added with a laugh as he steadily slipped his deflated cock back into his trousers. 

"We need to find a guy with a dick that can make a dent in that cunt," Raoul said cryptically, his voice trailing off from Bobbie Jo's ears as he stuffed his cock back inside his pants and walked side by side with Ivan to the door to leave. 

* * * * *

Four hours later, as it approached 4 am, Bobbie Jo still laid wide awake in bed, guiltily frigging herself under the covers as she painfully relived the way Raoul and Ivan had treated her earlier that evening. 

Bobbie Jo's right hand worked like a corkscrew between her thighs as she tried her best to keep her wanton act of lust concealed under the sweat soaked white sheet. 

"UMMMPPHHHAAHH," Bobbie Jo hissed, keeping her mouth as still as a ventriloquist's as the heat inside her genitals continued to rise. 

"Goddamn... why am I doing this?" the remnants of rational thought inside of Bobbie Jo's head asked as her fingers worked faster and faster inside her sloppy cunt. 

"FUCK," She finally blurted out loud in the dark as she brazenly began to lose control. 

Bobbie Jo's knees started to flap together as if they were a bird's wings under the covers for several moments until they suddenly and cruelly slammed shut like a bear trap, locking her swirling hand inside her loose cunt as she anxiously pressed her throbbing clit between two slimy and glistening fingers. 

"SSHHIITTTT," Bobbie Jo yelped, the electrical flares of orgasmic light exploding inside her head, making it feel as if her corneas were on the verge of melting. 

With her eyes tightly shut and her breath on hold, Bobbie Jo could vividly remember what the floor of Mr. Kim's office felt like against her bare knees and the way those four rough and powerful hands easily manipulated her kneeling body like a puppet. 

As she laid there in bed, cumming, Bobbie Jo could feel the burrowing traces of each boy's thick cock inside her spasming cunt then finally the tortured memory of the disgusting warmth of Raoul and Ivan's ejaculate as it rained down across her face. 

The utter lack of control she felt in that compromising situation combined with Bobbie Jo's own self loathing until she finally began bucking like a shrew on fire in bed as her first orgasm in weeks ricocheted like buckshot through her jerking voluptuous frame. 

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT," Bobbie Jo gurgled to herself as she slumped to her right and passed out for the night, her right hand still firmly entranced inside her greasy snatch as she finally drifted off to sleep. 

The last foreboding comment the Puerto Rican boys had made as they stuffed their manhoods back into their pants and departed the office continued to play inside Bobbie Jo's head as she succumb to sleep, "We're gonna find a guy that can actually tame that cunt... we're gonna find a guy that can actually tame that cunt... we're gonna find a guy..."

Chapter 2 coming soon... Thanks for reading... 



Welfare Mothers Make Better Lovers Ch. 2



The brief period of sleep that Bobbie Jo was able to corral ended abruptly when all four of her children started to stir and cry as the sun crept over the New York skyline. After initially trying to cover her head with a pillow to drown out the noise, Bobbie Jo realized it was a losing battle and grabbed the flimsy sheet that was covering her nearly naked frame, wrapped it around her body and slowly teetered to her feet.

As soon as Bobbie Jo's body became erect on the cluttered hardwood floor, the muscle spasms precipitated by the previous night's sexual ordeal, nearly caused her to swoon backwards onto the bed.

Collecting herself, as she bitterly groaned to her offspring to calm down, Bobbie Jo limped over to the small refrigerator in the corner nook of the motel room and got the pitcher of unsweetened Koolaid she had stolen a day earlier from the store around the corner, so her kids could have some semblance of a breakfast.

Once the four paper cups were poured, Bobbie Jo sat the pitcher back down in the fridge and made the short but arduous walk to the bathroom. After closing the door behind her, Bobbie Jo dropped the miniscule white sheet covering her body to the floor. She then rolled down her still damp panties and proceeded to stare for several agonizing moments at her naked and hickey covered body in the rusty mirror above the sink.

"SHIT," Bobbie Jo spat at the image staring back, seeing the obscene physical as well as emotional residue of Raoul and Ivan's conquest from the night before in the white semen that was still crusted on the side of her cheeks and the far away look of depraved defeat that glimmered like storm clouds in her tearless brown eyes.

Taking the musty washrag that was draped over the sink and wetting it, Bobbie Jo did her best to wash away the evidence of her sordid indiscretion before going back out to get her kids dressed. As she was about to leave the bathroom, Bobbie Jo attempted to cast one last look back at herself in the mirror to perhaps gain any hint of insight into what she had become. There was nothing there.

A few hours later, after dropping the kids by the babysitter's, Bobbie Jo found herself walking through the rear door of Kim's Cleaners to start her nightly shift. She had spent the whole day contemplating how to run away, to the next job, to the next town, to anywhere that she wouldn't have to face those same two teenagers that had used her for nothing more than a cum receptacle a night earlier.

The fact that the scent of her own lurid and base feminine desire still coated her fingers, from her own personal sexual indulgence hours after Raoul and Ivan had used her, was completely lost of the hapless white woman as she nervously sauntered into the backroom to the glaring stares and all-knowing expressions of everyone assembled there.

"Fuck you...fuck every single one of you," Bobbie Jo muttered under her breath as she made a deliberate beeline past the throng, to her locker.

For that entire night's shift, either real or imagined, Bobbie Jo felt as if everyone working around her knew how she had gotten the brutal purple hickeys that lined the circumference of her neck. Every so often, Bobbie mustered the will to look up and when her gaze fixed on Raoul and Ivan on the main work floor, she felt a sickening slow burn in the pit of her belly from the cocky way they strutted around the place.

During her fifteen minute break, Bobbie Jo hesitantly dragged herself into the breakroom and took a seat at the far end of the table, away from everyone else. Literally feeling as if she were a leper on an island, Bobbie Jo quietly nibbled at a 25 cent bag of crackers while all the other employees laughed and conversed around her.

By the time Bobbie Jo had ended what seemed to be the longest night of her life, she briskly peeled out of the shop and swore to herself she'd never come back to Kim's Cleaners. Wherever she could go had to be better than having to face the same gauntlet of gawks, whispers and stares that she had endured the whole evening. 

Snaking her way through a few of the employees who were carousing in front of the exit to leave, Bobbie Jo cast one last fleeting look at the clock on the wall before disappearing out into the back alleyway. It was 10 minutes after midnight.

Just as Bobbie Jo took her first breath of the foul night air, her eyes immediately picked up on the shadowy presence of two men sitting on top of closed dumpsters, like vultures on a perch, waiting for their prey for the night to stumble along.

"OH...SHIT," Bobbie Jo groused out loud, knowing before she even made eye contact with the two guys that it was Raoul and Ivan sitting there, effectively blocking her only exit from the alley.

Bowing her head and biting her lower lip hard, Bobbie Jo tried her best to hold her breath as she slipped past the glaring onlookers.

"Who ya gonna fuck tonight, Bobbie Jo?" Ivan haughtily mocked down, not caring who was within earshot of his lewd comment.

Bobbie Jo took another two steps before it seemed as if her feet had become entrenched in concrete.

"Yo' Girl...who's gonna get a crack at that pussy tonight?" Raoul hissed when he saw her stop.

"Maybe us again," Ivan laughed.

"Nah...we tried that cunt last night...we ain't got nothin' for her...but we know somebody who do," Raoul hinted sarcastically.

It appeared as if Bobbie Jo had turned to stone as she meekly stood her ground in the dark smelly alley. Hoping down off their perches, Raoul and Ivan fanned out to each side of the shaken woman and started to close in.

"You didn't say too much in there tonight Bobbie Jo...are you sure your feelin' OK," Ivan asked with mock empathy.

"And what about those nasty things around your neck Girl...are those hickeys or did somebody try to choke your ass," Raoul cruelly giggled, tapping his crotch lewdly with his right hand as he sized up the numb woman in front of him.

"Get out of my way, " Bobbie Jo hissed as if she were a scalded cat. " I have to get home to my children."

A moment of awkward silence passed between the three before Raoul and Ivan began to snicker to one another. "Yeah...your the Mother of the Year...coming home to a rat infested dive after midnight every single night...I bet those kids really think the world of you!" Raoul snarled back.

The hurtful verbal daggers that were raining down seemed to cripple Bobbie Jo as she started to sway from side to side, floating in the ether of her vengeful hate and putrid helplessness.

"So you're going home to tuck your little ones in for the night huh...I wonder ...just how much sleep did you get last night?" Raoul quizzed slyly, waiting out the din of silence that followed. 

"I didn't think so," Ivan concluded.

"I've done enough women like you...nothin' to live for...spiraling down and down and down...nothin' left of your dignity...I wouldn't be surprised a bit if you didn't stay up all night last night playing with your pussy...hummm...," Raoul continued, to only more silence from Bobbie Jo.

"Eyes don't lie, Dawg," Raoul grinned up to his friend as they collectively sensed the power they still had over her.

"Remember what we were telling you last night when we were leaving your naked ass on the boss's floor don't ya," Raoul started. "About findng a cock that could tame that gaping cunt of yours...well...Ivan and I know somebody who can do just the trick...But hey...since you ain't interested...since you have to go tuck your babies in for the night ...I guess we'll just have to find something else to get into tonight...right Ivan?"

"Yep," Ivan deadpanned on cue, as the two slowly turned their backs to Bobbie Jo.

Feeling the walls of her already tattered self control begin to cave in, Bobbie Jo's sensibilities completely faded away as she opened her mouth to answer Raoul and Ivan's crass offer.

"...st...st...stop," Bobbie Jo mewed weakly.

Stopping on a dime, both arrogant 19 year olds turned back around and stared with laserlike precision and heat at Bobbie Jo crumbling facade.

"Did you ...say...something?" Raoul cockily inquired, his face awash with a sadistic grin.

"I didn't hear her either," Ivan coyly added.

"Do...do you...you know...have a place we could go," Bobbie Jo sobbed meekly, caving in completely to her vile weakness in the middle of the dark and trashladen alley.

"Huh," Raoul and Ivan collectively gasped as they closed in.

"I said...do you have a place we could go," Bobbie Jo whispered as she trembled between the two.

"Hell...No,"Ivan immediately answered. "You've got a motel room down the street...you'll just have to choose between tucking your kids in tonight or the not so little surprise we have for you...its completely up to you, Slut. So...do you wanna go home and wonder what it..." Ivan started.

"...Or do you wanna get really really fucked up," Raoul finished.

The Puerto Rican boys' illicit offer bounced around Bobbie Jo's tortured mind for several moments, even though in the end, she knew she wouldn't have the constitution to say 'no'.

"O...O...OK, "Bobbie Jo finally mumbled.

Raoul and Ivan had to fight the urge to give each other a high five, deciding instead to take a mellower and more subtle tact. 

"Get your ass home...and we'll be there in 20 minutes...we gotta give a call to the guy we're bringing over...20 minutes," Raoul barked.

"...20 minutes," Bobbie Jo asked with a definite tone of hushed shame.

"Yeah...what's the room number?" Ivan chimed in.

"...118," Bobbie Jo replied weakly, resigned to her fate.

Raoul turned and briskly made their way out of the alley to find the nearest payphone, leaving Bobbie Jo all by herself, sobbing, as she made the short walk around the corner to her motel down the street.

Kicking herself the whole way there for her disgraceful lack of control, Bobbie Jo frantically tried to work up some sort of legitimate excuse through her tears that she could sell to her babysitter, Mrs. Simmons, to get her to look after the kids while she did God knows what when Raoul, Ivan and their friend arrived. Feeling the sick lump in the pit of her stomach growing with each passing second, Bobbie Jo shook her head wearily at the realization that she'd have to lie to the old lady, knowing full well she'd probably be on her knees in front of some nameless stranger getting fucked like a common whore, while Mrs. Simmons thought she was simply tired and in need of a good night's rest.

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Ten minutes later, Bobbie Jo found herself nervously walking down the dimly lit and garbage strewn corridor that led to Mrs. Simmon's door. She had become so focused on the jumbled thoughts in her brain that she nearly tripped over a drunk man that was sitting on the floor as she rounded the corner. The half asleep man grunted up to Bobbie Jo as she scurried by like a startled rat.

Finally up to her babysitter's front door, Bobbie Jo hesitantly knocked and then clenched her hands together in tight balls as she waited for the door to swing open. Use to Bobbie Jo's nightly routine, Mrs. Simmon's was there to let the young girl in moments after she knocked.

Trying to find her voice, the confused 24 year old woman babbled incoherantly in a hushed whisper until she was finally able to compose herself.

"I...ah...Mrs. Simmons...I haven't...ahh...had a good night's sleep in a while...I'm just exhausted...I was wondering...since the kids are already asleep and all...if maybe you could just keep them till in the morning?" Bobbie Jo tediously asked.

"Sure," the Babysitter answered after scanning Bobbie Jo's weary face for a few silent moments. "Are you sure your OK Darling...you look haggard? Do you want to come in and kiss the kids goodnight?"

"If they are already asleep...I don't want to bother them," Bobbie Jo begged off, her feet now burning to get away.

"I know you need your rest, Honey," The matronly older woman offered. "I've got an appointment at the Welfare office at 9 in the morning...as long as you're here to pick them up by then...it'll be fine."

"Thank you," Bobbie Jo said distantly, her flaccid eyes nearly bugged out from surprise that the Babysitter had bought her excuse.

With that, Mrs. Simmons closed the door, leaving Bobbie Jo standing alone in the hallway, with nothing standing between her illicit and hastily concocted rendezvous.

Scurrying back to her room, Bobbie Jo anxiously looked around to make sure no one was watching her as she pulled out her key and disappeared into Room 118.

Once inside the privacy of her cramped quarters, Bobbie Jo couldn't keep herself from pacing like a dog that had to use the bathroom, from one end of the room to another, waiting for the inevitable knock.

"What if the don't show up?" Bobbie Jo said out loud to herself. "I bet those fuckin' pieces of shit are just playing with my head."

Fighting the overwhelming urge to massage her pussy as she paced, Bobbie Jo rung her hands together as if she were saying a life or death prayer. Out of nowhere, there was a sudden and noisy echo of thuds resonating off the flimsy wooden door of the motel room, causing Bobbie Jo to bounce up to her tippytoes with delirious angst.

Paralyzed for a moment by the cauldron of emotions that bubbled in her soul, Bobbie Jo finally regained her wits and turned towards the door, rapidly putting one foot in front of the other to let her carnal suitors in.

"Gotta get this door open," Bobbie Jo muttered to herself as she tried to fight the door's chain latch. "I can't let anyone outside see them standing there waiting to come in...I just can't..."

Both locks finally undone, Bobbie Jo fervently swung the door open to see the three men that had come for her standing, like wolves at the entrance to a hen house, in her doorway.

Bobbie Jo's knees turned to mush the instant her gaze focused on the three men standing side by side. Her eyes immediately locked on Raoul and Ivan's electric stare, but her heart nearly stopped when she realized who the two Latin boys had brought with them.

Almost eye level with both Puerto Rican teens, Bobbie Jo instinctively felt her neck strain upwards as she focused on the man standing between Raoul and Ivan.

Towering easily 10 inches above the Latin kids, the third man of the group parted his lips and cast a wide, almost evil, pearly white smile down to the shell-shocked woman holding the door open.

Bobbie Jo's brain was frantically trying to get her arms to reach out, not so much as to invite the three men into her room, but to keep anyone outside from seeing them going into her place.

Feeling the light breeze of air tickle her buzzing skin as the three men walked past her, Bobbie Jo wretched at the realization that Raoul and Ivan had brought along another one of their co-workers to provide as their sick gift to her.

Jean-Luc was a nearly 7 foot tall, rail thin Haitian immigrant that had started work at Kim's Cleaners a few weeks before Bobbie Jo showed up in New York. From her first night there, Bobbie Jo sensed Jean-Luc staring leeringly at her at what seemed like every turn.

Due to her intense, racially divisive upbringing, Bobbie Jo had grown to despise all people that weren't like the ones she was raised around. But she held out a special brand of hate for those that were black. White was good and the further away on the racial color spectrum, the more evil of a person you were considered. In Jean Luc's case, he and Bobbie Jo were about as polar opposite in terms of skin color and sociology as two people could be.

"Has it come to this?" Bobbie Jo asked herself as the musky smell of the three men permeated her senses. "Have you sunk so low that your gonna let a black man have your cunt?"

Before she could even begin to rationalize the implication of those personal questions, Bobbie Jo has started to glide backwards towards her bed, making it appear as if she were leading the three men towards her.

"Why are they following me?" Bobbie Jo winced, seeing all three men's eyes sparkle with wanton and animalistic intent.

Bobbie Jo was briskly jolted out of her hypnotic mental fog when both Raoul and Ivan grabbed her by each arm. With their fingers securely dug into the meat just above Bobbie Jo's elbows, she found herself being held in place as Jean Luc approached.

Reaching out with both his large black hands, as if he were grasping at an apple on a tree, Jean-Luc took Bobbie Jo's chin and neck into his grip and rubbed his dark fingers across her sweat glazed pale skin.

"URRGGHHAAHHRRGGAAHH," Bobbie Jo groaned and gasped, feeling the lurid touch of a black man for the first time in her life.

Held in place by the two Puerto Rican boys, Bobbie Jo was unable to move as Jean-Luc edged closer. She nearly turned to stone in their arms the moment Jean-Luc's crotch grazed against her trembling belly, right below her large, heaving breasts.

The look of stone cold determination on the three men's faces grew in intensity as Jean-Luc started to gracefully rotate his pelvis in rhythmic circles, causing his ever increasing erection to press out against the fabric of his trousers, directly into the stunned white woman's midriff.

Dropping his hands off of Bobbie Jo's cheeks, Jean-Luc allowed his fingers to trace down the length of her upper torso until his palms began caressing the jiggling weight of Bobbie Jo's matronly bosom.

The combination of Jean-Luc's powerful, kneading hands on her chest and the sensation of his phallic monster pressing against her stomach caused Bobbie Jo to swoon as she quickly slipped down the slope of her sexual weakness. As her legs gave out, Bobbie was initially prevented from falling backwards by Raoul and Ivan's gripping hands but as soon as they felt her body go limp, they let her go, and all three watched as Bobbie Jo tumbled backwards until her back landed squarely on the unmade bed below.

As she was falling, the symbolic as well as real experience of spiraling towards rock bottom inundated Bobbie Jo's psyche. It wasn't until her shoulders collided with the grimy sheets loosely covering the bed that Bobbie Jo fully grasped the debauchery she was about to experience.

Looking up through her glazed, slitted eyes at the three men towering above her, Bobbie Jo felt as if the light on the ceiling was being eclipsed as the men surrounded the bed. Trying to focus her senses the best she could as her head rolled from side to side on the mattress, Bobbie Jo heard the metallic jingling sounds of Jean-Luc's belt buckle being unclasped as he positioned himself over top of her.

When her eyes finally latched onto the hazy image of Jean Luc's huge hands undoing his belt and digging his fingers into his trousers, Bobbie Jo frantically began squirming involuntarily on the bed as if she were a snake trying to shed her skin.

Just as Jean-Luc was seductively freeing his cock from its sheath, the outline of his body completely cast Bobbie Jo in darkness as he blotted out the light from above. Recoiling, Bobbie Jo held her breath as the black teen's virile and imposing presence engulfed her.

With his knees pressed tightly down on each side of Bobbie Jo's quivering body, Jean-Luc inched his nearly seven foot frame up the length of the bed until his torso was directly above the white woman's ashen face. Rotating his pelvis forward, Jean-Luc's cock swung like a mighty pendulum across Bobbie Jo's field of vision until he saw the glossy tint of her eyeballs floating back and forth with it, hypnotically following his jock as it flailed inches above her face. Sensing her complete vulnerability, Jean-Luc pressed his narrow hips lower until he could feel Bobbie Jo's faint breath on the tip of his meaty behemoth.

Her mental processes now reduced to raspy fits of delirium, Bobbie Jo could clearly smell the musky and pungent male essence that was wafting down from Jean-Luc's horse hung endowment. Turning her head quickly to the side, as if she were scared of it's one-eyed glare, Bobbie Jo did the best she could to brace herself for it's inevitable attack.




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"EEHHHAAHHH," she winced out loud, as if she had been lightly jabbed with the edge of a knife, when the spongy, fist shaped head of Jean-Luc's steely penis grazed her cheek.

Scrapping his cock across the side of Bobbie Jo's face, as if it were a huge black crayon, Jean-Luc traced a line of clear precum from Bobbie Jo's earlobe all the way down to her gasping mouth. Looking up briefly at Raoul and Ivan, Jean-Luc silently signaled for each to take hold of Bobbie Jo's arms and keep her secured while he took control of her body.

Feeling Bobbie Jo's body stiffen slightly underneath him as the two Puerto Rican boys pressed their will upon her, Jean-Luc reached down and swung his appendage into the air, allowing it to drop like an ebony battering ram right on top of Bobbie Jo's lips.

Sensing the white woman was attempting to hold her breath, Jean-Luc gently reached down and momentarily pinched Bobbie Jo's nostrils together, forcing her to open her mouth and accept his throbbing manhood into her mouth. Several moments later, the salty taste of Jean-Luc's sweaty genitalia was washing down Bobbie Jo's parched throat with each breath she took.

Flinching each time the rough edges of Bobbie Jo's teeth rubbed against his fleshy pipe, Jean-Luc roughly and rhythmically began to thrust his hips back and forth until he was fucking the slut's ovaled mouth with the same aggression he would have pounded her pussy with.

"UUUMMPPRRHHPPHHH," Bobbie Jo groaned out in a series of savage and husky grunts as Jean-Luc's dick found a brutal home deep inside her gullet. 

Grabbing the chubby white woman by both sides of her head, Jean-Luc dug his fingers into Bobbie Jo's tangled brown hair as he forced her mouth upwards, enabling him to shove as much of his 10 inch monster into her boiling saliva pot. Looking down to see over half of his erection buried between her gaping lips, Jean-Luc wickedly smiled to his two coworkers as he pulled it free from Bobbie Jo's mouth.

"UMMPPPAAAHHHHH," Bobbie Jo spat out, the spittle of her oral fluids still connected to Jean-Luc's manhood as he pulled away in a spiderweb like mess of drool.

Dropping the heaviness of his cock down lewdly on Bobbie Jo's greasy chin, Jean-Luc allowed it to rest there for several moments as he planned out what he wanted to do next.

Surveying the sweat soaked and grimy tee-shirt and short set Bobbie Jo had worn for her shift that night at the cleaners, Jean-Luc inched backwards and planted both feet on the floor. Reaching down, he forcefully wrapped his fingers into the elastic band of Bobbie Jo's shorts and panties and in a flash, ripped them all the way down to her knees. In that instant, Bobbie Jo's hairy brown pussy was in full view and Jean-Luc smiled broadly as her vagina seemed to smile back, looking just like a blooming pink flower between her legs.

"Nice pussy...," Raoul commented from off to the side..., "But its loose as shit!" 

"I'll fill it," Jean-Luc answered matter of factly as he finished pulling Bobbie Jo's shorts all the way off to the floor and then used his vicelike hands to push her thighs all the way apart.

Resting his knees back up onto the mattress, right between Bobbie Jo's outstretched legs, Jean-Luc reassumed his position of dominance on top of her.

Reaching up with his left hand, Jean-Luc pushed the woman's teeshirt up over her breasts so he could watch Bobbie Jo's succulent endowment shake and quiver as he mounted her. At the same time, he used his right hand to nudge his cock right to the entrance of the whore's steaming cunt.

Just as he was preparing to press his weight forward so that his dick would stab through beckoning pink hole in front of it, Jean-Luc looked up to see both Raoul and Ivan fishing their cocks free from their pants, with a clear intent of jamming them right into Bobbie Jo's gasping mouth.

"Hold it guys...," Jean-Luc calmly asked in his broken English. "You can fuck her anyway you want to later...I wanna hear the Bitch scream when I'm fucking her...just stand there and smack her face with them if you want...don't put them in her mouth just yet."

Watching as Raoul and Ivan retreated on command, Jean-Luc turned his attention back to Bobbie Jo and the sloppy, heated feel of her liquefied cunt on the head of his cock. Nudging his knees forward ever so slightly, Jean-Luc tried to gain all the thrusting momentum he could as he scoured the tip of his monster across the outer edges of Bobbie Jo's obscenely loose vaginal lips. Feeling the friction of his teasing actions building up inside of Bobbie Jo's sex, he watched with awe as the stripped white woman's back bucked off the bed, as if her whole being was begging for him to fuck her.

"Damn Bitch wants it bad," Jean-Luc growled to himself as he ricocheted his pelvis forward with carbine power, causing the initial brunt of his manhood to disappear inside of Bobbie Jo's gaping womb.

"OOHH...SSHHIIIIITTT," Bobbie Jo groaned immediately, filling the small room with the shrill whistle of her untapped lust.

Pinching his fingertips into Bobbie Jo's fleshy pale thighs, Jean-Luc violently forced his crotch further between the writhing woman's outstretched legs until his 10 inch penile stallion crashed headlong into the back wall of the slut's jellied cunt.

"OHH...YEAH," Jean-Luc huskily grunted as his hips started to gyrate back and forth wildly on top of Bobbie Jo's vulva.

Watching the way every muscle in the white woman's doughy body flexed and contorted with each slamming thrust he took, Jean-Luc winked up to his two Puerto Rican buddies, silently beckoning them to use their meaty appendages as drumsticks on each side of Bobbie Jo's churning face.

With the echoing sounds of Ivan and Raoul's cockflesh beating off of Bobbie Jo's flushed cheeks filling the room, Jean-Luc reached down, grabbed the stalk of his black cobra by it's base and wickedly began stirring it like a wrist thick paint mixing stick inside the foaming, molten warmth of Bobbie Jo's oozing slit.

"Motherfucker filled the damn thing," Raoul incredulously commented from above, seeing the way Bobbie Jo's stretched vagina clung tightly around Jean-Luc's supreme erection, creating a pink vacuum seal that neither were about to break until each had shot their wad.

"YOU FEEL IT INSIDE YOU?" Jean-Luc hissed up to Bobbie Jo. "HUH...YOU FEEL IT BITCH...YOU FEEL THAT BIG DICK SPLITTIN' THAT CUNT OPEN?"

"Uh...uh," Bobbie Jo gurgled weakly as every inch of her jiggly flesh bounced obscenely under Jean-Luc's torrential assault.

"HUH...," Jean-Luc barked roughly..."YOU FEEL THAT BIG BLACK DICK RIPPIN' YOUR CUNT OPEN?"

"UUHH...HHUUHHHHHH," Bobbie Jo screamed out loud, her face contorting like she had been sat on fire as the inner lining of her choking pussy turned into a mess of waxy feminine ejaculate.

Rocking her short chubby legs through the air like two spinning windmills, Bobbie Jo's first vaginal orgasm in years ripped through the hull of her body.

"GOODDAMMMN...IIIITTTTTTT...YYYESSSSS...I FUCKING FEEL IT!!" Bobbie Jo cried in victorious defeat and adament submission as the majestic black wand inside of her caused her screaming voice to pierce to late night quiet of the entire motel.

Jean-Luc kept his cock firmly entrenched deep inside of Bobbie Jo's exploding pussy, devilishly poking and prodding it around her rubbery cunt as the white woman's orgasmic emissions saturated his plowing genitalia.

Squeezing his balls to keep his erection at full strength, Jean-Luc reached up along with Raoul and Ivan and played with Bobbie Jo's heaving titties, pinching and prodding them as her dark eyes rolled around their sockets like marbles on a merry go round.

Resting his naked body between Bobbie Jo's still outstretched legs, Jean-Luc kept his crotch plastered against hers, watching the glossy spittle of her released lust dribble down the glistening black flesh of his still embedded penis.

Using his hand to ease it out of her womb, Jean-Luc saw the rounded oval of Bobbie Jo's mouth pucker the word, "NO", as he pretended to free it from the syrupy depths.

"You want me to fuck you again?" Jean-Luc chuckled in his thick French accent. "Well then reach down here with your own hand to keep me from taking it out."

Watching with aroused glee, all three men were mesmerized as Bobbie Jo strained as far as she could to extend her right hand down between her legs to blindly take hold of Jean-Luc's stabbing manhood.

Feeling a jolt of electricity shiver through his towering frame when Bobbie Jo's tentative and sweaty white fingers tapped his veiny monster, Jean-Luc arched his hips upwards slightly, allowing the brown haired fuckslut's hand to completely caress his enormous girth.

"Open your eyes, Bitch, and look down at it inside of you," Jean-Luc gruffly ordered. What would your Daddy say if he knew your hand was trying to shove a black cock deeper inside your cunt...HUH...what would your white Momma say if she knew her little girl's cum was all over that black guy's cock...and still she was begging for more...Look down at it Bobbie Jo...you nasty slut...look at the way your hand is holding it...and look at the way that pussy of yours is bubbling all around it...You want me to fuck you again don't you?"

Raoul, Ivan and Jean-Luc all watched as Bobbie Jo's clenched eye lids flared open, just enough for her to look down the length of her body, over the mammouth swells of her breasts and belly to see what Jean-Luc was beckoning her to see. As his harsh words reverberated around the room, all three men could see the look of depraved arousal that sparkled in her drunken stare as she watched Jean-Luc's endowment stake its claim inside her womb.

"Yes," Bobbie Jo bitterly sobbed down to the Haitian stud waiting between her legs. "Please fuck me again...Please...Dammitt...Please."

Part 3 to come...Thanks for reading



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"You want me to what?" Jean-Luc intensly interrogated.

"...Fuck me...," Bobbie Jo whispered distantly.

"Uhh..Huhhh," Jean-Luc sighed. "How...do you want me to fuck you?"

"...hard....," Bobbie Jo tried to reply before Jean-Luc cruelly slammed his crotch forward, shoving the steely weight of his erection all the way into Bobbie Jo's syrupy depths before she could get the word 'hard' all the way out of her parched mouth.

"Just like that," Jean-Luc seethed as the white woman's quivering pink quim choked his black erection.

"Yesss," Bobbie Jo's voice trembled. "Please...Just like that."

"Then take it you nasty Cunt," Jean-Luc growled in his barely discernable English, ramming his ebony spear deep between Bobbie Jo's pink folds as she tried holding her hand over her seething crotch, guiding her rubbery vaginal lips apart so the black teenager could have free reign over her entire sexual being.

The rapid, wet and messy sounds of Raoul and Ivan pumping their cocks filled Bobbie Jo's ears as the two Latin studs frantically jerked off right above her face. She also swore she could hear them viciously laugh as they knelt above her, taking extreme joy in the way she was sadly degrading herself.

Feeling the puffs of air ripple against her cheeks from both teenagers' selfish act of perversity, Bobbie Jo was sure she could faintly taste the salty male pudding that was preparing to shoot out of their rigid cocks and all over her waiting face, before they even released it.

"Stick out your tongue, 'Ho," Bobbie Jo blindly heard one of the Puerto Rican men bark down to her as he deliberatly jacked off right above her eyes.

Almost at once, Bobbie Jo's glossy pink tongue emerged from her trembling lips and gracefully extended out towards the two rock solid penises dangling only inches above. Seeing the groggy white woman submit to their demands with such ease, all three men smiled and cast a knowing glance at each other, coming to understand the depths Bobbie Jo would be willing to go to satisfy her depraved lust.

Watching as the young mother of four helplessly flailed her tongue towards the cocks near her mouth, Jean-Luc proceeded to increase his thrusts into overdrive for nearly 30 seconds until the sloppy squishing sounds of their crotches slamming together muted out everything else in the small cluttered room.

"The nasty slut will do anything we want," Jean-Luc hissed as he suddenly grinded his veracious assault to a halt.

Easing the length of his black endowment slowly out of Bobbie Jo's snatch, Jean-Luc marveled at how disgustingly coated his dick had become from the woman's scalding vaginal secretions. Inching his erection out all the way to its uncircumsized, meaty head, Jean-Luc held it against the entrance of Bobbie Jo's cunt until the glimmer of an idea sparkled in his head.

"You wanna get fucked so bad huh.....You want this cock drilling deep inside ya...well then why don't you just fuck yourself with it then..you're so desperate to get yourself off Bitch..why should I be the one to work up a sweat," Jean-Luc hummed.

A temporary paralysis seemed to infiltrate Bobbie Jo's body as Jean-Luc's words sunk in. Her entire body went still for a few moments, with the notable exception of her groin whcih still twitched and gyrated spastically, trying to keep the friction of the black stud's virile beast tight against her itching vagina.

"I said fuck yourself with it, Slut...its there waiting..take it in your hand....and split yourself down the middle with it while the rest of us just sit here and watch," Jean-Luc laughed luridly as the two Latin boys continued to jerk off.

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Raoul Nieves had seen a lot of things sexually in his short but productive life. From the gangbang he, Ivan and several of thier co-workers had taken part in with the Korean wife of the owner of the cleaners, to the line of local girls that gave all his friends a blowjob on the subway a few weeks earlier. But nothing he had ever witnessed matched the lurid, chilling vividness and erotic potency of seeing the small town country girl flat on her back, her teeshirt hiked up revealing her huge breasts, while their teenage Haitian friend held his dick inside her raw pussy, imploring Bobbie Jo to brutally fuck herself with it.

Jerking off his uncircumsized erection directly above Bobbie Jo's right cheek as he visually absorbed the whole mindnumbing scene, Raoul nodded over to Ivan when Bobbie Jo's sweaty white hand closed around Jean-Luc's beastly girth. Both boys felt their cocks harden even more in their grips when they saw the overmatched mother of four's elbow unhinge and begin to rotate back and forth, clumsily shoving Jean-Luc's manly pride and joy in and out of her soupy cunt.

"OHHH...YEAH," Jean-Luc huskily groaned from deep within his gut as he fixated on the way Bobbie Jo twisted her right arm and wrist at an ungodly angle, trying to force his throbbing appendage in and out of her womb.

"MMMPPHHH....AAAHHH....THAT'S IT...SPLIT THAT CUNT OPEN BITCH," Jean Luc grunted. "NEVER FELT ANYTHING INSIDE OF YOU LIKE THAT.... HAVE YOU....THAT COCK FILL YOUR PUSSY....HUH.....HUH.....NEVER GONNA FORGET THIS SHIT!!"

"MMMPPHHHHMMMMMAAAHHRRGGHHAA," Bobbie Jo incessantly shrieked as her back arched obscenly off the bed, trying her damdest to slide as much of Jean-Luc's slick battering ram into her depths.

Feeling her internal mercury rising to critical mass, Bobbie Jo started flapping her knees up and down on the mattress as she tried to fan the flames of her pussy while Jean-Luc rested haughtily between her thighs, smiling lewdly as the lustcrazed white woman followed his every order.

Lost in a daze of lurid disbelief, Jean-Luc could only shake his head from side to side and massage with his heavy balls as Bobbie Jo's greasy white fingers clutched his dick and shoved it as far back into her cunt as she could until the tall Haitian stud could feel his peehole tickling the back of Bobbie Jo's innermost regions.

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"Holy Fucking Shit," Raoul cringed to himself. "I ain't ever seen anything like that."

Squeezing his cock even harder, Raoul's hips started to gyrate rythemically as his eyes scanned the vivid scene in front of him. Pawing his manhood with increasing viscosity as he watched Bobbie Jo frantically shove Jean-Luc's black cock in and out of her snatch, Raoul looked over at his childhood friend, on the other side of the white woman, and saw that Ivan was doing the exact same thing.

Scrapping his balls passionatly against the chubby slut's scalp, Raoul's face contorted wildly as his semen started to boil out of his testicles, straight up through his penis and then out onto the waiting face below.

Flinching madly before finally going tense, Raoul looked as if he had been stabbed as his seething lust splattered free from his cock and covered the white woman's slick forehead. Pressing his twitching cock between his wrenching fingers and Bobbie Jo's sweaty brow, Raoul milked every last drop of cum against the slut's face as if he was squeezing toothpaste out of a throbbing brown tube.

Reaching down with his left hand, Raoul took a vicious handfull of Bobbie Jo's left tit and the same moment Ivan did the same with Bobbie Jo's right. Molesting the white woman's breasts in unison, Raoul gleamed up through his slitted eyes and watched with glee as his friend's body went through the same violent mannuerisms before he shot his own copious wad all over the opposite side of the young woman's now jellified face.

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Eventhough the blinding warmth of both boys' cum was saturating her from scalp to bosom, Bobbie Jo kept up her frenetic assault on her pussy with Jean-Luc's piercing erection. Manipulating his girth into places she didn't even know she had, Bobbie Jo eerily harkened back to the times she was pregnant from the way she was filled with another living entity in that part of her body. The only difference was that this time, the thing growing inside of her not only had a life of its own but was squirming around as if it were a rampaging serpant trying to find a place to plant its seed.

The hyper visual images exploding behind Bobbie Jo's clenched eyelids burned with inferno-like intensity as the suddenly overwhelming rush of orgasm crashed through her spine like a tsunami hitting an island. Forcing Jean-Luc's cock as far back into her vaginal sheath as she could, Bobbie Jo desperaly rocked her hips high into the air and gave herself the fucking release of a lifetime as the three men knelt there in stunned silence.

"EEEGGGHHHEEAAAHHHHHHMMMHHAAHHHHHHHMMPPHHHAAHHHHHH," Bobbie Jo helplessly barked out, filling the entire motel with the sounds of her shrieks, even causing her light sleeping babysitter on the other side of the wing to stir awake, thinking someone had been attacked outside her room.

Holding back his explosion for as long as he could, Jean-Luc winced and seethed out loud as he closed his dark hand over top Bobbie Jo's sweaty grip, sandwiching her hand between his hand and penis until the two were mutally masturbating the lower half of his shaft, siphoning the libidnal male stew that boiled in his balls all the way out of his cock and against the inflamed backwall of Bobbie Jo's pulsing cervix.

Filling her cunt with firehose like velocity, Jean-Luc drilled his crotch forward and pressed his manhood in and out of Bobbie Jo's gushing quim with jackhammer speed.

"UUUMMMPPHHHHHH," Jean-Luc grimaced, the viens in his neck and forehead flarring out grotesquely at the same time sweat rolled down the rock solid black oynx of his chest.

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With all three mens' languid and sticky emmissions bathing Bobbie Jo's body, both inside and out, the white woman's spent body went completly limp on the mattress as Jean-Luc, Raoul and Ivan slowly regained their collective breaths above.

Pulling his dick free from Bobbie Jo's cavernous snatch with a mighty, Lancealotian tug, all three men smiled brightly at Bobbie Jo's pained expression of loss when Jean-Luc's sword was pulled from her cunt.

An eerie silence settled in the room as the three tried to determine if they were through with Bobbie Jo or if they had anything left for her. Swinging his legs off the bed so he could retrieve his cigarettes, Jean-Luc gazed at Raoul and Ivan as he lit up and asked them if they had any ideas.

"Not really," Raoul answered as he wiped the night's work off his hands with Bobbie Jo's shorts that he had picked up off the floor. "What about you, Ivan?"

"I could use a beer," He quipped.

"I've got an idea," Jean-Luc barked between puffs of his Newport. "I'm gonna go take a piss..why don't you two guys go and see if that winno is still laying on the floor down the hall..if he is... maybe he'd like a crack at the slut too."

Raoul and Ivan looked at each other with a sick but humorous grin as Jean-Luc's suggestion sunk in.

"We'll be right back," Raoul answered, as he cast a glaring eye towards the sexually comatose woman on the bed. "Besides..it don't look like she's going anywhere for a while."

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Wilber Milner never had a chance in life. Born into a Northern Kentucky coal mining family in the early 1950's, Milner naturally assumed he follow the same honest but lifesapping path both his Father and Grandfather taken, hundreds of feet below the Kentucky bluegrass.

Wen his draft card came a few weeks after his 18th birthday however, Wilber saw it in a perverse way as his ticket out of the Kentucky coalfields, and the life he had been destined to live.

Eighteen months in the sweltering Vietnamese jungle however created more Hell inside Wilber's head than two lifetimes in a Kentucky coal mine would have ever done to his body.

From the day he landed back in the States for good in late 1971 to the nearly 30 years later where he found himself sitting with his legs extended on the filthy floor of the same New York City motel that the three men were having their way with Bobbie Jo Hottinger, Wilber had been subjected to a 348 month blur of alcholic schizophrenia.

Resting there in his cozy hallway nest with a nearly empty bottle of Thunderbird nestled tightly in his groin, Wilber actually thought the demons that tortured his days and nights were coming for him as Raoul and Ivan's hazy figures approached.

Either that, or he thought he was about to be mugged for the 11th time that month. Even in the shroud of mental illness and booze that he constantly stayed under, Wilber had enough foresight to question the sanity of others who would knock him around just so they could riffle through his pockets for loose change.

So as Raoul and Ivan flarred out to each side of Wilber's seated frame and grabbed him by his dirty coatsleeves, he drunkenly begged up to both their shadowy faces to leave him alone and that he didn't have any money.

Wilber's pleas didn't see to deter the Puerto Rican boys a bit however. Eventhough they seemed pleasant enough in the way they talked to him as they dragged his limp body down the hall, Wilber was sure the fifth of Thunderbird that was swimming in his ears had caused him to totally misunderstand what both boys were saying they were going to do with him.

Despite the fact that he was awful at making out foriegn accents, even when he was sober, Wilber seemed sure he heard them say the word, "Fuck" , over and over as they dragged him on.

Having been violated in every way possible, mentally and pyhsically from his life on the streets, Wilber realized he was too drunk to even mount a defense as he faced the dreadful misunderstanding that the two teenage boys were about to have their way...with him.

All Wilber could do, as his heels scooted down the dimly lit hallway, was continually mouth the words, "Ain't this some shit" over and over to himself as Raoul and Ivan tugged him on.

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Seeing the light coming through the opened door of Room 118 getting closer and closer, Wilber tried his best to scan his fried mental databases, tryting to visually place the tenant that lived in the room Raoul and Ivan were leading him towards.

Before he could match Bobbie Jo's weathered mug with the room however, Wilber found himself being dragged through the threshold of the doorway, right up to the bottom edge of the bed where the overfucked white slut was laying on her back, her knees splayed obscenly as she lightly slept.

Wilber felt his own knees growing weak from sheer disbelief as he tried flinching his eyes open and shut, trying to process the impossible sight of the brunnette's pink pussy that looked as if a greased torpedo had been shot through it.

With Raoul and Ivan still propping him up, Wilber stared blankly at the vivid image on the bed for more than a passing moment, until out of nowhere, something creeping up to his right caused Wilber's neck to slowly creak to the side.

Wilber swore he could feel the heat from Bobbie Jo's vagina wafting out between her legs and brushing against his cheek as he strained his neck to the side to see the imposing and naked black frame of Jean-Luc suantering closer.

"Holy..Fuck," Wilber whispered under his breath as the shadowy presense of the Haitian youngster crept closer. "He's as big as a God Damn tree."

Scanning his beaty eyes down Jean-Luc's dark torso, Wilber's already shellshocked expression turned into one of unmittigated awe when his sightlines hit Jean-Luc's crotch and he saw the kid's softened manhood hang like a fleshy black snake from his groin, creeping easily three quarters of the way down his thigh.

"GOD...." Wilber drunkenly gasped, instinctivly matching the gaping hole that was Bobbie Jo's cunt to the huge impliment that hung limply to his right.

Inspecting Jean-Luc's girth even closer, Wilber could also see the glistening, languid traces of the white woman's feminine ejaculate crusting on the entire upper half of the black stud's endowment, as Jean-Luc patiently stood there with his hands on his hips, amused by the Winno's intoxicated expression of disbelief.

"Get him ready to fuck the Bitch," Jean-Luc bellowed over to Raoul and Ivan. "I'm gonna see if she has anything to drink in her fridge."

As Jean-Luc paced over to find some refreshment, Raoul and Ivan leaned over top of Bobbie Jo and patted their strong brown hands against the woman's sweaty thighs and belly to show the homeless man standing there that she was now all his.

Squeezing his hand tightly around the meaty swells of Bobbie Jo's tits, Raoul looked up at Wilber standing there and said," You want some of this?" at the same time Ivan was behind Wilber, gently nudging him forwards toward the V of Bobbie Jo's parted thighs.

A dreamy sense of paranoia swept through Wilber's alcohol laced body as he felt his shin meet the bottom edge of the bed in front of him. Gingely nudging his knee up onto the mattress to keep from toppling over, Wilber started to crawl on top of the naked woman splayed out before him. Clumsily fumbling for the snap of his trousers, Wilber sloppily attempted to free his burgeoning cock from it's constraints.

"This girl must be as poor as dirt..she aint got a damn thing to drink in here but some stale Kool-Aid," Jean-Luc barked from the kitchen.

"You can have the rest of this guy's Thunderbird," Ivan offered sarcastically."He's kind of detained at the moment."

"No thanks," Jean-Luc thirstily laughed back as he poured a glass of water from the sink.

When he finally re-entered the bedroom nook and saw how Wilber had collapsed on top of Bobbie Jo, Jean-Luc stopped cold in his tracks, taking in complelty the crass, yet sickly amusing sight of the homeless man with his pants shoved down below his knees, drunkenly trying to ease his bouncing erection towards the gaping slit of the young slut's vagina.

Jean-Luc could see that Bobbie Jo's eyes were still sealed shut as her shallow breathing caused her heavy breasts and belly to heave up and down under the drunk's squirming weight. Looking down at the shrimpy erection that bobbed like a curved thumb from Wilber's groin, Jean-Luc took a sip from his glass of water as Raoul and Ivan eased over to him.

"Pretty sick huh," Jean-Luc sighed.

"Uh..huh," both Latin Boys replied as they shared a swig of tap water from Jean-Luc's cup.

"She ain't gonna feel a thing when he sticks that little sausage of his up her cunt..bet she doesn't even wake up," Jean-Luc casually predicted.

True to his word, Wilber's sexual escapade with Bobbie Jo was over almost before it began. No more than a minute after he dipped his small but rockhard penis into Bobbie Jo's cavernous opening, right into the gooey molten mass of Jean-Luc's still steaming cum, Wilber awkwardly thrusted his hips several times until he exhaustedly shrinked away, removing his cumcovered and spent cock from the dark, flooded tunnel.

"Look at all that mess boys that I made in there," Wilber drunkenly spat, falsly thinking he was the one responsible for the overflow situation inside Bobbie Jo's genitals. "I filled that Bitch up!"

Not having the heart to tell Wilber the truth about the way he had just stuck his cock into a pit of another man's cum, Raoul and Ivan did the best they could to keep from bursting out laughing as they helped the weaving homeless man out of the room.

Allowing the two Latin boys to farrot Wilber out of the room, Jean-Luc approached Bobbie Jo from the side and tapped her on the shoulder, just enough to cause her to stir slightly as he watched the cum sizzle out of the entrance of her hairy cunt, just like cream streaming out of the side of an eclair.

Looking over his shoulder to make sure Raoul and Ivan had been successful in getting rid of the homeless drunk, Jean-Luc decided to reach down and give Bobbie Jo's inflamed vaginal lips a good squeeze, causing what semen that remained inside to rapidly bubble to the top.




Welfare Mothers Make Better Lovers Ch. 3



"We need to clean this shit up," Jean-Luc grumbled as his two friends lumbered back towards the bed.

"You mean the room?" Ivan inquired.

"No Dumbass..I mean this pussy we just fucked up," Jean-Luc coughed. "Just look at it..it looks like a fucking bomb went off inside it! Raoul..go grab the can of shaving cream I saw sitting in the bathroom..Ivan you go over there where the kids toys are on the floor and see if you can find a black magic marker."

Resting on the bed, between Bobbie Jo's still outstretched legs, Jean-Luc kneaded the white woman's chubby thighs with his left hand and massaged his tingling groin with his right as he patiently waited for his two cohorts to return from their scavenger hunt.

Jean-Luc's fingers were still buried deeply into the creamy flesh of Bobbie Jo's upper thighs when Raoul emerged from the bathroom with a can of shaving cream and a razor as he had been instructed.

A few moments later, the sound of Ivan riffling through Bobbie Jo's kid's mess ceased and a second later he turned around holding a thick black magic marker triumphantly in his hand.

"Good, " Jean-Luc grinned, satisfied with both boys efforts.

Taking the can of shaving gel from Raoul, Jean-Luc shook it vigorously for several seconds before aiming it right at the cum-matted patch of pubic hair that covered the white slut's vagina.

"You gonna make that hairy mess disappear?" Raoul smiled.

"Damn Right," Jean-Luc replied. "We're gonna take a little trophy with us."

"The Bitch can certainly use a little grooming help down there," Ivan added.

"We'll fix that," Jean-Luc promised, as he took the blue disposible razor carefully from Raoul's hand.

Pressing his index finger down on top of the Gillette can's trigger, Jean-Luc targeted the glowing pink oval of Bobbie Jo's pussy with the first stream of gel. After a few well placed swaths and a swipe with his hand to even it out, suddenly the naked womans entire groin was covered in a dense sea of white.

Taking a step back to inspect his work, Jean-Luc humorously thought it looked as if someone had given Bobbie Jo's crotch the creampie treatment as she grinded her thighs together, the cool lubricant seemingly causing her pussy to itch and burn as she squirmed on the mattress.

Twirling the shaft of the blue Bic razor between his long rough fingers, Jean-Luc salivated at the sight of Bobbie Jo's flowering vaginal crease as it began to poke through the accumulated shaving cream, just like a sideways smily face gazing up to the Haitian stud.

"Go ahead and shave her," Ivan sounded in from the side. "Make her as smooth as the day she was born."

With that, Jean-Luc leaned in and eased his right knee down onto the floor, just below the bed and lowered his steady hands between Bobbie Jo's quivering thighs. Dropping the edge of the disposible razor just below Bobbie Jo's waistline, with all the care of an artist carefully tracing an outline, Jean-Luc pulled the blade straight down the outer edge of Bobbie Jo's pubic V until the white and brown tangled foaming mass of hair was shaved completly smooth and bare.

"Good," Jean-Luc leaned back slightly and cooed about his initial swipe.

Returning his steady hand back to the top of Bobbie Jo's pubic area, Jean-Luc carefully traced down another swath, then another and another, until the curly, beardlike mess that had been Bobbie Jo's pubes was nothing but a smooth patch of reddened skin with an inflamed pink flower resting in the middle.

Using the edge of the razor to finish off the most delicate areas of Bobbie's Jo's snatch, Jean-Luc took joyful satisfaction in the way the white woman breathlessly squirmed underneath him as he carried out his nasty task.

After putting a few careful finishing touches on his deed, Jean-Luc stood back up and swirled the head of the razor around the rinse water one last time to clean the blade before tossing it into the trashcan beside the bed.

All three men looked down and admired the flawless job Jean-Luc had done grooming the same pussy each of them had so brutally fucked within the past 24 hours, turning it into something that had looked grossly haggard, into a vagina that at least looked halfway presentable. 

"We could have just used all that cum to shave her with, Dawg," Ivan sarcastically grumbled as he handed Jean-Luc the magic marker her had fetched.

"Yeah....we coulda..but she's such a cumslut..I don't think she'd wanted us to waste it like that..just look at the way she's massaging those fat tits of hers as all that cum you'll shot on her drys on her skin...she loves the shit!"

Bending down one final time between Bobbie Jo's legs, Jean-Luc took the rounded black magic marker and carved a message in permanent ink, right into the woman's trembling thighs and lily white belly.

The pungeant, toxic odor of the marker's ink filled the room as Raoul and Ivan quickly threw their clothes back on. Gazing down at Jean-Luc's handywork as they buckled their pants, both boys cracked a wicked grin as they admired thier partner's perverse humor.

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Five minutes later, after all three boys had dressed and quietly excused themselves from room 118, the door of Bobbie Jo's motel suite hung wide open as the dim light filtering out from inside acted as a beacon for anyone who might pass down the corridor.

If that passerby would have had the curiousity to peek in, they wouldn't have been able to miss the obscenity of Bobbie Jo sleeping off her daze of sexual embarrassment, completly naked and shaved clean on the bed with the words, "COME IN AND FUCK ME.....PLEASE", written in big black block letters, stretching from her right thigh, across her midrift, all the way over to her left thigh as her gaping pussy seemed to scream "Hello".