As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick....Eight fuckin inches so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my head with his fist, and rub my thumb over my piss slit. There it was—an endless supply of fuck juice. Most b o y s didn't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down.. I lived in a pleasant house with a mother and father, two sisters, and a little brother. Pretty typical except that for a radius of six blocks, there wasn’t a white family resident. It had been that way since the fifties or longer.I was sixteen in 1970 and was proud that I’d managed to get a part time job at a neighborhood grocery store near the campus. A few students frequented the store but the clientele were mostly faculty, staff, and others who lived nearby. There was one guy who came in. There was a beach towel wrapped around the crossbar. There were two six foot posts solidly dug into the ground on either side of the frame, about three feet away. Again I started to cry. The troop?s binding efforts had kept my mind occupied but now it again focused on my all-encompassing dread of what was about to be done to me.For the first time I heard the boys speaking to each other. They were commenting on my looks and body; speaking like I wasn?t even there.?? and great boobs! The perfect. Juria caught her eyes and held them with her own hungry, eager gaze. Each second, April's body seemed more and more delectable, as was usual. "Relax, girl," she cooed. "This is how my people greet each other." April blinked. It was an absurd notion, yet there Juria's hand was, sensually gliding up her stomach to expertly unfasten the breast-restraining garment she was still wearing, revealing the nipples which, despite the suddenness of her "greeting", were quickly hardening.And then she could.