0 comments/ 184080 views/ 24 favorites Black Bones & White Sugar By: Annebelle I did not report it to the police and can’t tell anyone. It is too difficult to talk about and almost unbelievable. Perhaps if I reveal the details of that horrific experience I will gain some semblance of…what…I’m not sure. Hopefully this will remind other young women to constantly be on the alert for those who would take them against their will. The college I attend is a branch of a large university which is two hundred miles from my home. During the football season I attend two or three games with a group of my sorority sisters and then we fellowship with some of our friends who attend main campus. A week ago the team played the last home game of the season. Some of the football players invited us to a victory party to celebrate the win and the upcoming bowl trip to Orlando. It turned out to be more like a victim party. James is the star running back. He is tall, about six foot five, muscularly chiseled, and black. James exaggeratedly swaggered over to me at the party and struck up a conversation. “I’m not fooled by the blonde hair,” he began. “What do you mean you are not fooled by the blonde hair?” I asked. “Obviously you are very intelligent, Annie,” he complimented. He consumed my body with his darting eyes, moving from my breasts to my legs with lusting intentions. “Now how could you possibly know that? And how do you know my name? And my hair is obviously red. Are you color blind?” “Do you know my name, Annie?” “Of course I do. Everybody does, James.” I had heard about James and his past sordid exploits but I have always been willing to give one the benefit of the doubt and make up my own mind about a person’s character. He had been in trouble with the law most of his life. First, the criminal mischief and burglaries and escape from a youth home. Then the gang involvement and arrest for being the triggerman in a drive-by shooting. He missed badly with the shotgun due to being in a cocaine-induced haze or would be in prison today. When a senior in high school they charged him with brutally sodomizing the forty-year-old teacher who tutored him in English. She ultimately refused to testify against him after he allegedly threatened her with the possibility of a radical mastectomy via switchblade. But then, there also were the rumors that she had stalked him and begged for more. I have learned there are two sides to every story. “Your friend Sarah told me a little bit about you, Annie. A political science major who is planning to attend law school. You live in the honors dorm. You model to help with the expenses, although no doubt you are on scholarship, like I am. And your hair is so red I thought it might possibly be a wig.” “I model in order to save money to buy a car. I’m on scholarship because of my brain, not my body. My father won’t let me drive any of his vehicles since I wrecked his Lincoln Navigator. And the red hair is real.” “What kind of car do you want?” I could visualize the vehicle that I sat in at the showroom. The color is advertised as absolutely red and the cloth seats almost match and both are close to the color of my hair. I notice these things. Unique features like a manual transmission without a clutch pedal. No drifting backwards on a steep hill for me with someone screaming at me about stupid female drivers. “I’m hoping to get a MR2 Spyder this summer. I love sports cars! So I’m doing every modeling gig that comes around to save up the cash. Victoria’s Secret just contacted me to do a shoot. They gave me this outfit and several others. You like?” “I like what’s in it, Honey Pie. Well, I’m sure you’ll have the money for that car in no time. You are extremely attractive. Better looking than most of the girls I saw on that Victoria’s Secret show on TV recently. You have the look and body. And so tall. I’d sure like to see you shift my stick.” “I am a Sauromation,” I joked, “a descendant of the Amazons and the Scythians, from the town of Pokrovka, near the Kazakhstan border, just below the Stone Belt Mountains. Can’t you tell by my accent? You have a sports car with a stick shift?” He laughed. “I had the accent pegged as Pittsburgh. I read somewhere that Amazon warriors cut off their right breast so they can better shoot the bow. Do you have two breasts, Annie?” “Last time I checked.” “Do you mind if I have a look, Sugar?” “Yes, I do mind! Don’t get fresh, James, or I won’t talk to you. I don’t care who you are. And my name isn’t Sugar…or Honey Pie!” “I’m sorry, Annie. Just joking. Your friend Sarah told me you girls were staying here for the weekend. Do you think we could have dinner tomorrow night? Perhaps some bone dancing afterwards.” “I don’t think so, James. What is bone dancing?” “Do you mind telling me why not? Bone dancing is a black thang. I do them all--the funky monkey, fuzz bumping, knocking boots, the pole dance, riding the pony. And nobody can do the scootie like me. Would you like references?” “Those dances are definitely ethnic because I never heard of them. I’m what you might call religious, James. I don’t date men who I would not consider a potential candidate for marriage.” “Then you are saying you could never consider me as such?” “That’s what I’m saying. My parents would simply die if I married someone like you. That’s just how it is. But I don’t want you to think I’m prejudiced.” “I see.” He looked very upset. “It’s because I’m black, then?” “No, no. It wouldn’t matter if you were green as long as you belonged to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You know--Mormon. Some of my best friends are black. Two of the girls who came here with me are black. I’m in a serious relationship, anyway. With a doctor who lives in San Francisco. I’m going to see him in a few weeks. He’s not a Mormon but he will be soon. Steve Young is a friend of his. Steve is a Mormon.” I reminisced fondly about Mark and the love we shared that day. I hadn’t been with a man since, almost a year ago. But Mark and I would be together again soon. The longing, especially between my legs, had become unbearable. “Steve Young, former quarterback of the 49ers? Damn, I’m impressed. I didn’t know he is a Mormon. There aren’t many Mormons around here.” “Steve is related to Brigham Young himself. My mother was born and raised in Salt Lake City. So tell me about your plans after you graduate, James. Pro football is on your horizon I assume.” “Are there any blacks in Utah? We played Brigham Young University in a bowl game a couple years ago. White, white, and more white. Yes, I should go high in the first round. I’ll be a multi-millionaire. I’m the next O.J.” He guffawed. “ Not that I’m doing all that bad now. I do really have a sports car, by the way.” “Oh, what do you have?” “A new Z.” James bragged vociferously on the automatic climate control, analog gauges, drive computer, three-spoke steering wheel and Bose sound system. Then he elaborated on the DVD-based navigation system which made asking for directions a moot point. I’m sure now I looked at least a little impressed. “Would you like do go for ride? Maybe in the wooded forest or to happy valley.” He snorted for some reason. “Six-speed manual transmission. I’ll let you put your hand on my knob and jerk it around. If you’re a good girl you can suck chrome off the tailpipe.” He snorted again. I thought he might be allergic to my perfume because he got as close to me as he could. “No, thank you, James. I’m not all that fanatic about sports cars that I would go for a ride with someone I just met.” His reputation worried me. I wore a short plaid skirt and a red poorboy sweater, both Victoria’s Secret fashions. The sweater showed off my upper body quite nicely, especially since I went bra-less. James placed his hand on my thigh, just under the skirt, above the knee. “How much?” he inquired quite arrogantly. “How much for what?” I responded, confused. I brushed his hand off roughly and gave him dagger of deep blue eyes that could have iced over Hades. “How much for your body, Angel Smile? I have plenty of money. You want a sports car. Let me contribute to your fund. Let’s say five hundred dollars for a few hours of fun. I rarely have to pay for it but I want you. I’ve had every cheerleader you saw on the field today for free. Shit, they would have paid me. But the boosters have my financial needs covered. I’ll bet half the white chicks at this party have sucked me off. Although none of them could get all that much of it between the lipstick. Mostly the bimbo babes just nibble on the end of my third leg. Not that I can remember faces or names. Most white chicks all look the same, especially with my big black dick in their mouth.” He smirked lewdly. “But I can tell you are different, sweet cheeks, and wouldn’t I just love to split them wide open with my rump rooter. A woman has certain needs, you know. You are looking at the answer to your prayers. At least you will be when I pull out my one-eyed trouser trout and give you the great honor of speaking to the head. I know, I’ll give you a pearl necklace for your efforts!” “James!” I practically screamed. “I’m sorry I can’t say it has been a pleasure meeting you. Please get away from me!” James did, but not that far away. He joined two of his teammates standing a short distance from me. The three stared at me lewdly, laughing and boasting about what they would like to do to me--and how I would beg for more. Finally they changed the subject and started talking about vanilla pudding, fuzzy donuts, tuna melt, white sugar and passing on the dark meat. Hungry, I guess, or recalling Thanksgiving. These black folk sure talked strange lingo. Oh well, I suppose I’m just too lily white to understand their ghetto menu, jive jargon or much else. Another person soon sat beside me. Very short, white and intellectually looking. “I couldn’t help but hear some of your conversation with James,” he began politely. “That’s how all the football studs are around this place. They think every white chick has a secret fantasy about being fucked senseless by a big black cock. I should know, I’m a manager for the team.” “Oh, so you wash the players’ jocks?” I snapped, still high irritated by the conversation with James. He giggled like a girl. “Yeah, and James wears an extra-extra-large. He didn’t bullshit about that. Hung like a horse.” “Thanks for the information. And don’t you start hitting on me, too. Are all the guys here assholes? What’s your name?” “Ricky. And don’t you worry about me putting my hand up your skirt. Unless you are a transsexual which I seriously doubt. Even then, I have a serious hang-up about sucking off a dude who has tits.” “You’re gay?” “Absolutely. Some of these football players in this very room like my lips on their cock let me tell you. See that big black one over there with the Mohawk?” “He looks like Mr. T, but bigger.” “Offensive tackle. Toby. That dude likes to give it to me up the ass and then watch me suck my own shit off his cock.” “That’s disgusting!” I blurted. “And the tall lean one wearing the Falcons’ jersey? Michael, wide receiver. I gave him a great blow job in the locker room before the game.” “I don’t believe you, Ricky. He has his arm around that very attractive black woman and she has a diamond ring on her finger.” “Yeah, they are engaged. My bet is he’ll dump her long before the wedding. He says she relentlessly complains about him leaving the toilet seat up while she on a monthly basis plugs up his commode with used…uh…feminine products. As if! Tell the bitch to take a hike. And she doesn’t even woof on the wiggle wienie.” “Huh?” “She doesn’t give head, so he says. Afraid of it or something. How tragic. There is nothing like having a big black cock stuffed in your mouth. I just love it when these stud muffins give it up as I squeeze their tight black asses and they cum down my throat. Michael says he plays better when he’s not horny so I help him out. You would not believe what goes on in that locker room. And they have a hidden camera.” “Oh, stop it, Ricky. You are being a jerk, too.” “Lighten up, girl! Geez! I can’t pass, punt or even kick field goals. Everybody is good at something. I just happen to be the world’s greatest cock sucker. And I’m damn proud about that. At least a thousand different passion poles have gone down my pike. The players on many occasions have asked me to give oral lessons to their numerous conquests. The only person I know who has more experience with fellatio than me is James. And his experience is on the receiving end instead of on the giving end like mine. I’d just die for the opportunity to suck his big beautiful black bone. You should see it! But he is strictly into beautiful white women munching on his monstrous member.” “Ricky, you are making me righteously indignant.” “That little one with the dreadlocks? Lannie. The kicker. He’s gay, too. That dude loves little white pricks. Mostly because he can get all of it in his mouth. Yeow, I thought he just might bite it off a couple times.” “Now that one looks gay,” I observed. “I saw him groping that real old white man wearing the spectacles in the crotch.” “That’s our coach. He’s almost blind even with the specs. I bet he thinks that’s some cheerleader juggling his jewels. Lannie is wasting his time though. He won’t get no protein shake off that old codger’s roger. I doubt Coach has had a hard-on in twenty years. I came into his office one day around noon and he snoozed on the couch. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his wrinkled pecker and smoked it for ten minutes. No way could I get anything resembling a rise out of him and he never even woke up.” “Ricky, let’s change the subject if you want to continue to talk. And I think you made up half the stuff you told me. What is your major?” “Finance. I’m planning to be a star athlete’s super agent, like Arliss.” “So that’s why you are James’ gofer I guess.” “Yeah, I take real good care of the players, especially James. I deliver whatever they want.” Just then his cell phone rang. “Excuse me, it’s probably one of my clients. Hello? It’s my mother,” he whispered to me. “Yes, Mother. I watered my plants, not to worry, Mother. Yes, Mother, I have a date tonight. A very beautiful young lady who is a model. She’s sitting next to me at this very moment. Of course I’ll bring her to meet you. No, she’s not Jewish, Mother, but I have high hopes. At least she isn’t Muslim, you know? I have to go, Mother. Business. I’ll call you tomorrow. “Fucking mothers,” he muttered irritably as he hung up. “Does your mother call you often?” I inquired, biting my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. “Fucking mothers,” he mumbled again. “You know, Annie, most of these black studs don’t like to tickle the bearded clam. They think it’s undignified or something. “ “What in the world are you talking about, Ricky?” “You know, diving for tuna, yodeling in the canyon. The black bones brothers like to 68--you do me and I’ll owe you one.” “I’m still clueless, Ricky.” “And you’re not even blonde. Getting a perm, licking the bird--eating pussy! Do you fucking understand now? Hell, I even perform cunnilingus on occasion. My mother…uh…well…you know how it is. A lonely widow. A very wealthy lonely widow.” “No, I don’t know how it is, Ricky, and I doubt I want to. And please don’t raise your voice like that when you are speaking to me.” “Sorry. The thought of cleaning the old hatchet wound that never heals with my tongue makes me cranky. But the one player who thrives on going south is Ike. The center. He’s the fat one standing over there by the refrigerator with half a pizza in his hand. We call him Ike ‘The Ice Box’ Ingram. There is already a famous football player nicknamed ‘The Refrigerator.’ Ike is the only black dude on the team who is not well-endowed. It could be the steroids. He’s so embarrassed by his lack of manhood he won’t even take a shower with the team. But he makes up for his lack of wood with his other talents so the ladies say. He can muff it for hours on end without coming up for air. I’ve seen him do it. Talk about turning an ice box into a hot box! James doesn’t care much for foreplay so he sometimes lets Ike warm up his dick garages before he drives in, which is almost impossible unless the whussy is sloppy wet.” Ricky pulled a bottle of pills from his pocket. I knew what they were. “Would you like an Adam?” he asked hopefully. K, E, STC, Adam, Clarity, Lover’s Speed, Stacy. All variations of Ecstasy. The major ingredient of which is the stimulant and hallucinogen 3,4-Methylenedioxy-Methamphetamine. People who take it are seeking euphoria, empathy, trust heightened energy and emotional warmth. The unwanted results and side effects are nauses, dizziness, blurred vision, increased heart rate and blood pressure, depression, anxiety, confusion and paranoia. It can damage brain cells that produce serotonin, an important brain chemical. “I’ll pass on the pills,” I insisted. “But I could use a drink. Would you mind getting me one, Ricky? Just a Pepsi or something.” “Sure. I’ll be right back But keep an eye on those two over there while I’m gone.” He pointed. “Freddy and Teddy. They are twins. Offensive left and right guards. Didn’t you notice them staring at your tits? Incidentally, your nipples look like they just might stick right through that sweater. Freddy and Teddy are boob connoisseurs extraordinaire. I wouldn’t be surprised if they come sit beside you while I’m gone and beg to breast feed.” “Oh shut up, Ricky, you pervert!” I looked around for Sarah. She had been talking to Andrew, the quarterback, a half hour ago. Hanging all over him actually. I had been concerned then because he was talking about drugs. He too had a bottle of pills he showed Sarah. And then I saw Sarah. Sort of. She was on her knees and Andrew had his coat over her head. Giving him a blow job in the middle of a crowded room. I knew it had to be her. She had borrowed those shoes from me. Suddenly Andrew pulled the coat off Sarah’s head with his left hand. His right hand squeezed the base of his cock as the head rubbed Sarah’s lips. She had her blouse unbuttoned and her bra unsnapped and held her breasts up with her hands. Cum ran all over her face and chest. Sarah let out a surprised shrill cry and jumped up and ran out the door, trying to put herself back together, obviously unbearably embarrassed. I thought about going after her but she had willingly put herself in that situation. What could I say? Of course the rest of the players got a huge kick out of all this and actually cheered Andrew. “That white nookie sure played your skinny flute,” James joked. “Maybe I’ll let her join my band. Her friend doesn’t seem to want to peel my banana. But the night is still young.” Just then Ricky returned with my soda in a plastic cup. “What did I miss?” he asked. “Everybody is in a hoot about something.” “My girlfriend Sarah just performed fellatio on your quarterback and everybody saw the gooey results thanks to him pulling the coat off her head just as he shot his load on her face. She ran off in a hissy fit.” “So what’s the problem? I like it when people watch. I just spoke to Michael and he wants me to blow him again. Says his lady is on the rag and he won’t be getting any black sugar tonight. Would you like to critique my performance?” “No thank you. My goodness, you should have seen Sarah’s shocked expression. That wasn’t very nice of Andrew to expose her like that for everyone to see. And his penis was so big! It looked like a big black snake. More than a foot long. I simply can not imagine having that thing inside me. It would rip me wide open.” “You think his is big? James has Andrew beat by about six inches. And James’s is thicker by far. Think of a baseball bat.” Black Bones & White Sugar “No! And it looked so weird, the contrast between Sarah’s milky white skin and Andrew’s gigantic black penis.” “You sound like you are getting a little turned on here, Annie. Sure you wouldn’t like some big black bone yourself?” “No way!” But I felt the damp spot in my panties and it worried me. “In fact, I’m leaving now. I simply must see how Sarah is.” I rose from my seat but I could barely stand. My head began to spin and I felt very faint. Sitting back down, I mumbled weakly, “Ricky, do you think you could give me a ride over to Armstrong Hall? Suddenly I don’t feel well and I don’t think I can walk.” “Sure, let’s go.” He helped me to his car. That’s the last thing I remember from that night. The next morning I woke very late, almost noon. My body ached all over. My jaw hurt and the back of my throat seemed quite raw. When I got out of bed I could barely walk. I knew then that I had been sexually violated. My anus felt like someone had stuck a lit blow torch up it. And my pussy didn’t feel all that good either. What in the world had happened to me? I found Sarah in the dorm’s lounge watching television. “Sarah, do you know what happened to me last night? How did I get back here?” “That little white dude Ricky brought you home about 4 A.M. He woke me up dragging you in. I just thought you were drunk and passed out. You look like you have one helluva hangover.” “Yeah, I feel like I was run over by a truck.” Or gang banged by a football team, I thought but dared not say. “But I didn’t even have one alcoholic drink, Sarah. You look pissed at me.” “Not really. I am a little disappointed no one really gives a shit everybody saw me on my knees and Andrew shooting his load all over me.” “Yes, well, who do you have to blame for that but yourself, Sarah? Nobody twisted your arm to give Andrew a blow job in a room crowded with football players and students. What were you thinking?” Sarah stormed out of the lounge. I called Ricky. “Ricky, I would like to talk to you about last night.” “I was just about to call you, Annie. Thought I’d let you get some rest. You had a rough night.” “How rough?” “Would you like me to show you?” “What?” “It’s on video tape.” Oh my God, I thought, what had I done? “Can you walk over to the athletic complex?” he asked “Nobody is here but me. Go in the ground level door that says Employees Only. I’ll leave it open for you.” Twenty minutes later Ricky gave me a tour of the 8,000 square foot locker room. Air conditioned, a lounge, five meeting rooms, trophy room, lobby, a fiberglass skylight roof, kitchen. Ricky pointed to a long bench next to the lockers. “You would not believe what you did on that!” He giggled. “Follow me.” We went into the largest meeting rooms equipped with an overhead video projector. “You best sit down, Annie.” He motioned to a couch and popped a tape into the machine. The movie opened with me naked and dancing with James. We were in this very room. He wore his football jersey but no pants. His huge black penis poked at me when we moved close together. I could not even believe how humungous it looked. “Somebody drugged me! I have never acted like that in my life, Ricky!” I started to sob miserably. “I just wouldn’t,” I moaned. “Yes, you were drugged, Annie. Remember the soda I brought you? James put something in it. He told me he’d hurt me bad if I said anything and I knew he meant it. I have seen him hurt people before.” “What did he give me?” I asked, almost in shock. “A Roofie. Several, actually.” I knew about Roofies. The forget-me-pill. The date rape drug of choice. “That got you semi-comatose,” Ricky continued. “Then when we got to the locker room he forced you to take a drink of water laced with Special K. In half an hour you were totally stoned out of your mind.” Special K--Ketamine, more specifically Ketamine Hydrochloride, an anesthetic mostly used on animals. It gives you dreamy, floating sensations and hallucinations that make you feel like you are being removed from your body. Side effects are it can cause loss of consciousness, delirium and amnesia. The movie continued playing. “Look at those hooters!” Freddy and Teddy chimed excitedly in unison. Ike focused his attention on the center of my body and the little neatly trimmed patch of red hair. “Man, I’d just love to get a good whiff of that cookie.” “She has nice lips,” Andrew observed. “I bet she can slurp salami better than her girlfriend, Sarah.” James then stood behind me admiring my posterior. “That white fanny is mine. But we’ll get to the mud chute later. First things first. James placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. He opened my mouth with his fingers and stuck the head of his penis between my lips. Ricky pressed the slow motion button. “We, unfortunately, have poor sound. I’ll tell you what was said and by whom as best as I can recollect if you can’t make it out. You didn’t say much anyway, Annie. At one point you had three big black bones in your mouth at the same time, not to mention others in various additional bodily orifices.” I couldn’t even speak. What I saw on the screen was beyond my comprehension. Ricky sounded like a color commentator. “Here’s where I had to give you some helpful hints, Annie. You sucked cock like a novice, at least until I instructed you in proper technique.” “I had only done it once,” I mumbled. “Yeah, well now you’re an expert. Just watch!” Like Ricky said, I didn’t say much, but he did as I ministered to James. Ricky told me to caress and stroke James lovingly and to marvel at how wonderfully his organ had been created for a woman’s pleasure. James’ erect penis pointed toward the sky and looked like it just might reach it. Ricky suggested I cup his balls in my hand and gently lick softly the underside with my tongue. I did. Ricky then advised that I should concentrate on tapping with my tongue right under the head. I did. At that point I didn’t seem to be able to get much more than the head in my mouth anyway. Ricky said not to tighten my lips at first but use a circle motion so that the cock would slide to different places in my mouth. Both my hands covered James’ shaft. His penis swelled even larger and he thrust his hips forward at me trying to push it down my throat but he couldn’t poke even a third of it between my lips. I gagged. I had to pull it out and several clear drops of fluid came out of the tip. “Okay,” Ricky insisted, “Now we are going to try another position. You’ll never get any more of it down your throat on your knees, Annie. Lie on your back on the couch with your head over the arm. We need to have your mouth and throat in as straight a line as possible. James, you know what to do, but remember what I told you. Go slow. Annie, you just have to relax and trust James. He’ll slip it down your throat very slowly, about an inch at a time. You just hold it still and find the most comfortable way to let him continue. That’s it. Good girl. Keep your mouth closed tight now around his throbbing cock and like I said, relax. Let James be totally in control. I’d like to see him get all sixteen inches in so that all we see is his balls. You could be the first, Annie, to make it all disappear.” At that moment Ike uttered impulsively, “Oh, man, this is making me horny.” He was the only player with pants on. The other players just wore jerseys and you could tell clearly that all of them were likewise horny. “I’m gonna get me some pink beaver,” Ike spoke, more like a question than a statement. James nodded for him to go ahead. Freddy and Teddy asked if they could suck my tits and James again nodded. Ike got his upper body between my knees and started to explore, licking the crease where my legs joined and nuzzled my little red bush with his face. At first he just brushed his lips over my slit without pressing down until I appeared to respond. I could tell by my body language I wanted more and so could he. He lapped my pussy like a dog from the vaginal entrance up to my clitoris and ran his tongue between the inner and outer labia on one side while keeping them together with his lips. Then he did the other side. He fucked me with his tongue--in and out and all around. I could remember nothing of what I felt at the time but it sure looked like I liked it on film. Ike appeared to be incredibly enthusiastic about the task at hand. And a frenzied Freddy and Teddy tried to drive my nipples crazy. I appeared to have an orgasm because I pulled James out of my mouth momentarily as I seemed to concentrate on my own pleasure. Ricky explained that Ike now was doing his specialty--licking the alphabet. After I had the first orgasm, Ike never let go of my clit. He pressed his tongue along the underside and his lips covered the top. Another orgasm soon followed. “Put James back in your mouth, Annie,” Ricky instructed. You can do him while Ike does you.” I did. James began to slowly fuck my mouth as I squeezed him with my lips. After about five minutes of this Ricky explained that we now had gotten past my gag reflex and the angle of the dangle and when James did ejaculate I would not gag because James was so far down my throat his semen would go directly into my stomach. I had no doubt that the fact that Ike kept me pre-occupied I was able to detach myself somewhat from what went further and further down my throat. Freddy and Teddy also seemed to distract me with my concern that they might chew my nipples right off. And then it happened. James exploded. You could tell mostly from the movie by the expression on his face. He had it all in. “See, Annie, what did I tell you?” Ricky said knowingly. “You didn’t gag and pull him out. You probably didn’t even taste it.” And then the rest of the team lined up. Like for a physical waiting for the doctor to squeeze their balls while they turned their head and coughed. They fucked my mouth one by one. All but Ike. He never left the love tunnel. Even Freddy and Teddy took a break from breast feeding to get their hoses drained. Ricky paused the movie. “Do you want to see more, Annie?” “Yes, I do, Ricky! I want to know everything that happened. But I can’t believe all that semen I consumed. That can’t be good for a person. But my stomach wasn’t upset. Just about everything else hurt, though, especially my asshole. That’s why I’m lying on this couch on my side inside of sitting.” “We’ll get to your asshole, Annie, but first let me reassure you about the semen. It contains small quantities of aboutonia, ascorbic acid, blood-group antigens, calcium, chlorine, cholesterol, choline, citric acid, dreatine, deoxyribonucleic acid, fructose, glutathione, hyaluronidase, inositol, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, purine, pyrimidine, pyretic acid, sodium, sorbitol, spermadine, spermine, urea, uric acid, vitamin B12, and zinc. See how good for you it is! And if you are worried about your weight, don’t be. The average load contains only about 15 calories. Let’s see, you ate every offensive player but Ike. He saved himself for your butt and kind of paved the way for the others. Lannie, the kicker, doesn’t count and he’s gay anyway. We gave each other a blow job while all this went on. Ten players times 15 calories equals 250 calories. Just a small non-fattening snack.” Ricky started the movie again. In the next scene I was on my stomach on top of Andrew in a 69 position. Freddy and Teddy lay on each side of Andrew and I had their cocks in my hands, jerking up and down while they played with my breasts. I had Andrew’s penis in my mouth. It didn’t seem so big now. Not now that I had seen one even bigger. “Now watch this, Annie! This is funny as hell.” Andrew screamed and grimaced when he popped his rocks. “You bit the base of his cock just as he got off. See how your head shakes like a rag doll? You reminded me of a tigress ripping off a piece of raw meat. You should see the teeth marks you left! I guess you sure got some measure of revenge for what he did to your girlfriend, Sarah. I had to apply medication and Andrew got a hard-on while I rubbed it in so I sucked him off. It took longer than when you did him--but he said I was better! Maybe because you spit it out and I swallowed it all. You complained it tasted terrible. I didn’t think it was all that bad but I have given Andrew several dietary recommendations. I told him to lay off the dairy products and eat more fruit. The worst spooge I ever tasted came dribbling out of a dude who loved asparagus. That’s a definite no-no.” “Fuck you, Ricky!” “No, thank you, Annie. You are gorgeous but you know I don’t do girls. Except for uh…Mother. But that’s only because eventually I hope to blessed with a substantial inheritance. Besides, Annie, once you go black you never go back. That’s what they say. Our football team does, anyway.” “Fuck you anyway, Ricky! I hate you!” “No, you don’t, Annie. I can tell. I bet you’ll even loan me some of your Victoria’s Secret outfits. By the way, you swore like a trooper during the next episodes. I could not believe some of your language! Shame, shame, young lady.” I threw up my arms in exasperation. “Just keep playing the tape, shit head. Let’s get on with it.” “After Andrew ran off with a pecker ache,” Ricky explained, “James told Ike to go back to fluffing the fru-fru. He wanted you nice and juicy for what was to come next. I’m sure that you notice that James is now rejuvenated.” “Rejuvenated? Look at that monster! It looks even bigger than before!” “I still can’t believe you ate the whole thing, Annie. Kudos! I’m not sure that even I could get it all down my throat but I’d sure wish James would let me try. What the hell, I’m white, aren’t I?” “Somehow I just don’t think it’s the same, Ricky. Why don’t you get breast implants and put on a wig? Maybe you can fool him into thinking you are a cheerleader.” I laughed weakly. Finally I saw some humor in this ordeal. It did look like I had somewhat of a nice time although I couldn’t remember any of it. And watching it was starting to turn me on. “You’ll get yours, Annie, and it’s coming up right now. James gets you on all fours and does you doggy. Watch this! You screamed and sputtered obscenities when he first entered you but then you settled down and started to go with the flow.” I watched the movie in amazement and looked like I had begun to get a little aroused. But apparently just a little. Soon I pulled myself free from James and appeared to be lecturing him. “What’s this all about, Ricky?” I asked. “I can’t make out what I‘m saying.” “This is hilarious. You chastised James for not knowing how to properly please a woman and he definitely became quite contrite as you ranted and raged on him. Listen closely. The sound gets louder here.” Yes, I could hear my words now and they sounded more than familiar. I repeated exactly what my lover the doctor had preached to me about the G-spot. I informed James that Dr. Ernst Grafenberg, a German gynecologist and obstetrician, discovered the G-spot more than fifty years ago. Proper stimulation of the G-spot is crucial to multiple orgasms in a significant number of women I droned on and on. I explained that the G-spot is a small soft bean-sized spongy area within the vaginal tract about mid-way between the front of the cervix and the back of a woman’s pubic bone and it is near the neck of the bladder and connected to the uretha. As I spoke I could see that James’ erection had subsided. “I have to take a dump,” he insisted. “Obviously you want some attention paid to your G-spot before I resume pounding your pud. Okay, anything to shut you up. Ike, get your fat ass over here. Do whatever the whining bitch wants. Just make sure she is ready to fuck and not talk when I get back.” James stormed away. I could hear myself patiently explain to Ike what I wanted him to do. He nodded with ferver. Ike inserted his bent finger and felt around my pubic bone. “Isn’t it very soft and smooth and slippery inside me there?” I cooed. Ike nodded again, joyous he had been given this assignment. “Now, Ike, straightened out your fingers and stretch them further and try to find a hard rubbery tissue that feels like my nipple.” “I got it!” Ike exclaimed proudly. “It’s pointing south.” “Yes, it is, Ike. That is my cervix. Now look for what will feel like a grainy and pebbly grape.” “Hey, hey, hey, is this it?” “Good boy, Ike. Now put the heel of your hand over that clitoris you sucked and licked for hours, hook your fingers around my pubic bone, and establish a rythym pulling upwards and pressing deep into the tissue. That’s it, Ike. Very good. Very, very good.” As I lay on the couch watching Ike make me cum on the screen I felt that irresistible urge. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand down my panties. I looked at Ricky to see if he noticed. He did. “I feel the same way, Annie. This is a very erotic movie. All those big black rods just dying to be gobbled. I’m so glad you went first.” Ricky unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and began to stroke it. We both masturbated as we went back to the movie. It took about ten minutes of Ike playing with my G-spot before I looked like I had to pee. I suddenly squirted gloriously all over Ike as my entire body quivered spasmodically. I could tell I bit my tongue so as not to swear and otherwise let them all know how wonderful it was. “Damn it, girl, you pissed in my face!” Ike complained loudly. “No, I didn’t, Ike. That is not urine. It is female joy juice. Like your own cum.” “Oh,” he replied, smiling once more. “Well, then, I’ll do it again.” He did. I didn’t bother to try to explain that what gushed in his mouth and all over him was a substantial secretion from my pariurethal glands. Meanwhile James had returned as did his erection as he watched Ike and I having so much fun. “Okay, Ike, I think you got her sweaty ready. Turn her over and let me get some goober.” James shagged me from behind until I begged for mercy. This time he definitely hit the G-spot, over and over and over. “Tell me you how much you like it, Sugar, and maybe I’ll stop.” “Don’t stop!” I screamed. “Not yet!” “Then tell me what I want to hear you horny little white cunt. Tell me!” I couldn’t believe the words that came forth from my mouth. And then finally it looked like I had enough and wanted him to cum and leave me alone. I put my head between my knees so I could watch him go in and out of me as I teased my clit with my fingers. “Oh, Sugar Daddy, fuck me, fuck me hard! I love it, I love it! So are so big and so black! Give me the bone, Baby, give it to me! Ohhhh, yes! You’re the best I ever had. Fuck me, Daddy! Harder! Harder!” James thrust harder and harder as I egged him on. He kept chanting, “Come to Daddy, White Sugar, Come to Daddy,” as he did the bump and grind on me. Finally the moment of truth arrived and James grabbed my hips and held them up against him with his cock all the way inside me as he ejaculated endlessly. “Now you’re a dumb fucking white cunt,” I heard him utter brashly as he pumped his spunk in my cockpit. “I just banged your brains out, bitch.” “Look how James lets his pork sword drip on your behind, Annie,” Ricky marveled. “I’d like to get me some of that milky way. Yum yum. Look how he’s wasting it!” James squeezed every drop out of it on me and then commanded, “Okay, Ike, I let you lickety lap on the white chick’s scarlet snatch for hours. Now I want you to get her chocolate tunnel ready for my wazoo. Let’s see how ready your tool is. Whip it out, man.” “I don’t want to, James,” Ike pleaded. “Why? Just because you have a tiny wonder worm? That’s exactly what we need here. Pull down your pants and let’s have a look.” “No, no! Please!” Ike began to cry. “Freddy, Teddy, Toby, get his frigging pants off.” They did. At first you couldn’t even see his penis. Ricky paused the tape and then I could see it hidden in the black forest. It appeared to be about one inch soft. James pointed at Lannie, the gay kicker. “Hey, man, go down on Ike. Get him hard.” Lannie jumped up and at the opportunity. Then James stuck his finger in Ricky’s face. “You, super agent wannabe, get her bung hole ripe for a major stern job.” Black Bones & White Sugar Ricky paused the tape again and said to me with a wink, “I might not know much about G-spots, Annie, but I do like to take the Hershey highway.” He pressed play. I stared in shock at the first thing Ricky did and paused the tape myself. “Ricky, I can tell this is going to be embarrassing for me. I mean, here I am chatting with you like a gal pal and there you are sticking your tongue up my…uh…bum.” “Not to worry, Annie. You’ll soon be happy I got your virgin ass at least a little prepared for the attack of the giant demon dongs.” I shivered at the thought. “Now watch! I love this part! And I must tell you girlfriend, you do have sweet cheeks. I never thought I would say that to a woman. Mother’s are like rotten tomatoes all green with mold squished together. And she has frequent bouts of diarrhea just at the most inopportune moment.” That comment made me feel a little nauseous let me tell you. On screen Ricky began a light flicking around the center and gently pushing at it. Then he held his tongue rigid and pushed it firmly inside. “Look at your face, Annie.” Ricky commentated. “You are purring with pleasure. I gave you a read good rim job. Your rose bud definitely liked my tongue.” “Yes, I must admit I do look like I’m enjoying it.” “Now look, I’m about to use my middle finger. The lubricant I’m putting on it is cocoa butter, my favorite. They should make some stuff called Bugger Butter. Oil-based products like cocoa butter and Vaseline work better than water-based products because they are thicker and tend to stay where you put it.” He laughed ominously. “What’s so funny?” I asked warily. “Just what I said about staying where you put it. James must have had a dog’s knot when he probed your pooter. No way could you shake loose from his big black goose.” He giggled hysterically. There went his finger in me. I jumped a bit. “That looked liked it startled me or hurt a little or something,” I observed.” “Yes, Annie, but you get used to it soon. You’re lucky I keep my fingernails trimmed nicely. Don’t ever let one of your girlfriends with talons do your turtle like this. It could be dangerous. A person actually has two sphincter muscles. I’m tenderly massaging yours now. Testing the waters so to speak. The central nervous system controls the external sphincter. It can be tensed and relaxed at will by the individual. The internal sphincter is quite different and can involuntarily tense up if the one getting his or her fudge packed has high anxiety about it. I’ve had my dam rammed so many times I could probably even take a torpedo down the dirty road. You, on the other hand, are very tight. Well, you were anyway” I looked at him quizzically but I soon figured out exactly what he meant. James told Freddy and Teddy to hold me steady with my tail up in the air and my elbows on the floor. Ike got behind me and Ricky rubbed cocoa butter on his penis. It didn’t look that small now. About the size of the average white boy’s I suppose. Between five and six inches. Ike couldn’t find the target at first. Ricky got him a flashlight and with his hand helped Ike penetrate my anus a couple inches. “Yeow!” I screamed. “You’re doing fine, Annie,” Ricky reassured. “The key is getting the head of the wonder wand past your sphincter muscles. We just accomplished that. Now he is going to slide it the rest of the way in. It should be painless.” Ricky turned out to be quite correct because Ike jammed it the rest of the way home and I didn’t seem to flinch or protest much in the movie. But Ike didn’t last long. He banged his balls up against my butt for about two minutes and then he cut loose. You could tell by the pained but pleased expression on his face. And he cried like a baby. “Settle down,” James said to Ike as he pulled it out. “I hate to see grown men blubber. So you got a little bunkey. No big deal. Toby, you go next and open her a little wider. I don’t think that white bootey is ready for my big black magic want just yet.” Ricky buttered Toby up and he went right at it exuberantly. I groaned loudly when he entered me but then when he got it all in I seemed to be okay. And he came so fast it was over almost as soon as he began. James laughed and said, “Hey, Toby, I guess you don’t get much white fanny, ’eh? Talk about premature ejaculation. I’ll show you how to tail fuck, man. Just watch me. Ricky, you want to lick the chocolate off Toby’s spit monkey, go for it.” Ricky smiled thankfully and went down on his knees in front of Toby. James had yet another world record erection. Ricky had finished licking the foreign substances from Toby’s cock but he didn’t want to stop. James pulled him off Toby roughly. “Ricky, put the cocoa butter on my python of pleasure. You might have to get another jar.” Ricky did, taking his good old time rubbing it on. “Now,” James ordered, “I want you all to hold the bitch down while I cornhole her.” They did. He inserted the head of his massive black member and twisted it around, reaming me out real good. He started panting and drooling like a scrodog chasing a bitch in heat. I shrieked bloody murder and I don’t want to repeat the few discernible words I heard myself use. Then James pushed hard and it looked like I jumped about a foot and yelled some more. But he stayed right behind me. I guess that’s what Ricky meant by the dog’s knot. Imagine what a person being brutally tortured looks like. That was the expression on my face. I saw the Grim Reaper and he had his giant cock all the way up my ass and I couldn’t breathe. “Ricky,” I insisted, “turn it off. I don’t want to see any more. Just tell me what else transpired.” “You squealed and squirmed and tried to shake loose but the brothers held you down and you just took it and took it and took it. Finally you somehow wriggled free from James and collapsed in unconsciousness on your stomach on the floor. James rolled you over, held your head up, forced your mouth open and began to thrust. Not all the way in, though. I think he was afraid he might not be able to get it back out, what with you being comatose and all. Fucking you in that cute little tight ass had him all revved up and it only took a minute or so before he shot yet another load in your mouth and all over your face. As James finished he bragged, ‘Another white pussy is tamed. But I really dig this one. Feisty and wild once she gets used to the big black bone. I think she liked it. I know she did. They all do. I hope we didn’t kill her. Maybe she’ll come back for seconds. This was the best ball game yet.’ Then he told me to take you home and Freddy and Teddy helped get you in my car.” “End of story,” I murmured. “Not quite,” Ricky responded, very amused. “James left you a note, Annie.” Ricky handed it to me and I opened it hesitantly. Ten one-hundred dollar bills stared me in the face. And an airlines ticket to Orlando. The note read, “Thanks for the white sugar, Annie. There’s more where the $1,000 came from. Think about that sports car you want. Meet us in Orlando.” It was signed, “James & the rest of the black bones.” Oh, and there was a postscript. “The entire team has agreed to become Mormon if you come to Orlando. That’s the religion where you can have more than one woman, right?” Now I have a real dilemma. Two plane tickets--one to San Francisco to meet Mark and the other to Orlando so the black bones can meat me again. I can’t be in two places at the same time. Although those black bones certainly proved you can be in more than two places at the same time. Oh my, what should I do? I think I’ll go to the showroom and sit in the MR2 Spyder again while I mull over my decision.