> My name is Jenny. My story is about a major change in my life. I'm 35 years old, married and have two children. My husband is a Minister in a small town in Texas. We've been married for 17 years. My life has been very prim and proper but satisfying until recently. About two weeks ago I started out to attend a bible seminar in Dallas, which is about a three hour drive from home. I kissed and hugged my two sons Brad and Jeff and husband Jim and promised that I would be careful on the road. I told Jim that I would call him from the hotel to let him know I was OK. The trip went fine until I got near Dallas. A road construction crew was working on the road and had set up a detour. I checked my map to see how far this would put me from my final destination. No problem, it turned out, if I used a county road about 5 miles from the detour. Unfortunately, my car decided to die after about 10 miles down the county road. I lifted the hood to take a look at the engine even though I know nothing about cars. I had hopes that someone might come along and help. I hadn't passed any cars on this stretch and I was worried it might be some time before someone came by. It was a hot July day and I was beginning to perspire. My worries ended when a pick-up truck pulled up behind my car. Two very large black men got out and walked to the front of my car. I was startled at first and a little afraid at the sight of these two giants. They seemed polite enough when they asked if I needed help. I smiled and answered yes. Both looked under the hood and after a few minutes' one of the men said that it looked like a bad fuel pump. He offered to give me a ride into town to arrange a tow. I accepted his kindness and introduced myself. The man that offered the ride told me that his name was Fred and his friend's name was Joe. We all got in their truck with me sitting in the middle. The pick-up was old and had no air-conditioning. It was a standard size pick-up but I was still cramped between these huge men. I noticed that my shirt was beginning to cling to my skin. Fred and Joe had noticed as well. They kept stealing glances at my chest as the wet material of my shirt outlined my breasts. They remained gentlemen, however. The attention is something I am used to. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I have been considered pretty since I was a little girl. When I entered my teen years my body blossomed beyond my parents' expectations. They kept a tight rein on me. They knew I would be the target of every boy in school. As Interracial Gangbang Rapidshare Taylor Wayne Watching My Mom Go Black Mandingo Length Fred squirmed uncomfortably beside the big black man. They were perched high up on a white lifeguard chair scanning the water. It wasn't that Fred disliked blacks, it was just that the man was so big he took up most of the chair forcing Fred to sit on his left ass cheek. Plus, he was jealous. Booker was huge. Not only was he built like a Mr Universe contestant, but he didn't seem to work at keeping his physique. The man ate greasy burgers, hotdogs, fries or pizza everyday for lunch and Fred had never seen him workout except at the lifeguard tryouts. Fred jogged, exercised, and ate right to maintain his nice physique, still the black man dwarfed him. The black lifeguards were also getting a lot of attention from the ladies too, each one already fucking several and the season had just started. What really sent shivers of jealousy up Fred's spine was that the black man had a big cock. He glanced down at the black man's crotch, even now there was this huge, obscene bulge taunting him with its superiority and Fred had always been proud of his six inch dick. It had never failed him and was thicker then most men. It wasn't just Booker either, every single black lifeguard had a huge dick. They had appeared out of nowhere during spring training. Nine, giant muscular black men all over six feet tall. There had never been a black lifeguard in Stony Harbor and the coach/head lifeguard didn't seem in a hurry to start hiring them anytime soon. However, the black men completely humiliated the other applicants. They out ran, did more sit-ups, and more push-ups then the others, barely breaking a sweat while Fred was huffing and puffing. He had no idea how they moved their muscular bulks so swiftly. The only area the whites held their own was swimming, but three of the blacks were the top three swimmers. Only one black failed to get on the force and that was from poor swimming. That left eight black men, 10 white men, and 2 white women who became certified lifeguards for the summer of 2001. Many of the failed applicants were returning veterans from previous years and friends of Fred's, but he agreed with the coach, they were in the business of saving lives and if these men could reach a drowning man quicker, they deserved the jobs, even if they were arrogant jerks with big penises and took up three-quarters of the lifeguard chairs. But really it was the cock thing that bothered him. They were all hung like horses. Fred had seen them in the showers. The first he thought might be a freak, a lucky freak, but then the second came in, big black banana cock hanging between his legs, then Devon the islander with his horse cock, and then Booker. They picked out tight red swimtrunks which hugged their huge cocks showing them off to the world. They strutted around the locker room naked, completely immodest. Worse, their dicks seemed to harden if the wind changed direction. They were always plump, swinging like black salamis around equally large coconut balls or they were half erect sticking straight out like a black foot long hotdog, and often they were fully erect, none were smaller then ten inches and the biggest was well over a foot. It was enough to make you sick. ***************** "Will you look the fuck at that?" Booker said looking behind him over his shoulder. "The June Cock Cum Shots Taylor Wayne Watching My Mom Go Black Taylor Wayne at WatchingMyMomGoBlack.com Black were clearly visible though my shirt. I hadn't put my bra or panties back on after Fred and Joe fucked me. Thinking about our threesome reminded me of the feelings and sensations Fred and Joe had produced in me. I noticed that Nate was developing a sizable bulge in his pants. My nipples responded by getting rock hard. His eyes began bulging at the site of my growing nubs. I interrupted the silence by saying in my best attempt at a sexy voice, "Nate, would you please fix my car?" I smiled and continued, "I'll make it worth your while." Nate began stuttering, "Ma..Ma'am, yes ma'am, right away." Without taking my eye off Nate I reached in my jeans's pocket and pulled out my underwear. I turned to Fred and gave him my panties then kissed him full on the mouth letting my tongue wander inside his mouth. I gave Joe my bra, knowing how he likes big tits. I gave Joe the same sloppy kiss as I mashed my chest into his side and rubbed against him. My nipples were on fire. I turned back to Nate a said, "You'll get yours when my car is fixed." I thanked Fred and Joe for their help and ask if they would pick me up at eight and take me to the pool hall. They both nodded. Nate piped up, "You're taking the lady to the pool hall. Does she know about the pool hall?" Joe answered, "She'll know tonight!" It sounded kind of scary to me but I was still looking forward to it. I was also anxious for Nate to fix my car but I don't think as anxious as he was. It made me feel good to use my feminine charms to make a man do what I wanted. I had noticed a motel across the street. It didn't look like much but it would do. I ask Nate to send my bags over after he got my car. I then said with a wink, "I expect that you will personally deliver my car when its ready." Nate said, "You can count on that, Ma'am!" I then turned and walked across the street to the motel. I checked in and told the bell hop that Nate would send over my bags. I asked the handsome young black man of 19 or so to bring my bags to my room when they got there. I squeezed a five into his hand and gave him a wink. I could tell by his stares that his young hormones were working overtime. I new that soon I would have to take care of him as well. Up to this point I hadn't seen any white people. I figured I was in a predominately black neighborhood. So far, everyone had been very nice. I'm sure the possibility of fucking a buxom blond white woman would cheer any man, black or white. When I got to the room, I called my husband and let him know that everything Girlfriend Cuckold Taylor Wayne Watching My Mom Go Black Big Cocks in those cases. My tongue, to my new found delight, is quite long. I estimate that I was able to penetrate most of their anuses over an inch. This nonstop fucking continued with one man cumming and another taking his place. All three of my holes were constantly filled. The orgasms began to run together. Here I was, a beautiful woman who could have just about anything I wanted and I was here at a dingy bar being gang banged. The strange thing was I couldn't think of anyplace I would rather be. I looked around for another cock to suck or fuck. I was content to suck and fuck all night. Unfortunately, the men had thinned out and I was now alone with my thoughts. Before today, I was the type of woman who would never be caught in a place like this doing what I had done. Now, I was simply a sex toy, a nasty slut who has sex with animals. It occurred to me that I now felt comfortable with the slut label. I also knew that it was incompatible with my former status. Fred and Joe offered to take me back to the motel. The boys dropped me at the motel and declined my invitation to a private session. It seemed that they were all fucked out. Alone in the room I thought about cleaning up in the tub. I decided against it, however. I liked the feeling of all the dried sweat and cum coating my skin. I curled up on the bed and began to lick my limbs. I fell asleep with the most blissful feelings I could remember. I awoke the next morning to a most offensive smell. I recalled the activities of the night before with horror. I also recalled the wonderful feelings that I knew I could never live without. More exploration was in order. I cleaned up and made it to my bible seminar just a little late. For the next two weeks I studied the bible during the day and hit the streets at night. I've now experienced all the sexual activities Dallas has to offer, from the single's scene to being the main entertainment for a bachelor party. I'm going home tomorrow. I've been trying to figure out how to return to my life as a minister's wife and mother of two and still enjoy my newfound life as a slut. I guess I will just have to make more trips out of town. If I get a chance, I'll pass along what happened in Dallas over the last two weeks. We'll talk soon. The account you have just read contains acts that may not be appropriate for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The author does not advocate the practice of these acts and in our times recommends that care be taken when any sex act is performed. Protect Yourself!