Instinctively my back arched, pushing my tits closer into his hands. My grip on his cock loosened slightly as I saw you watching me. Without being obv...ous to the driver, I turned my shoulders towards you to give you a better view. Your smile pleased me and I smiled back. He reached for the back of my neck to pull my face down to his cock. Again not knowing why, I looked at you first and saw you sternly shake your head. I moved his hand back to my tits as I stroked him faster. I slid my palm. A couple pairs of paws gripped me tight. Inthe dark, with no one else around. I had no hope for rescue. Still Iscreamed, "Help! Help me!"A fist slammed across my face; I couldn't see straight."Gimme little kiss?" somebody growled. A mouthful of hard teeth slammedinto mine. I could taste blood."No good, little lady!" somebody crowed. "You need some training, someloosening up! Maybe further down...?"They stripped me bare. When they found out I was a guy, they would killme.But it turned out they. Plus, you actually pulled away when I pressed mine against your knee. No red-blooded pussy-loving teenager would ever walk away from two hot pussies such as ours."I started with my story about the girlfriend again saying, "My girlfriend and I prefer anal..." but after just a few words, even I didn't believe it, so I stopped altogether. Looking up at Michelle with pleading eyes, I stammered, "I just can't have anyone know."Michelle responded, "What can't you have them know? That you prefer. That's pretty much is the way things went all the time as I grew up in Saint Louis, but in High School I had girl friends. Mom did work at a gas station and restaurant and she also turned tricks. She was crazy to have sex with black men and even at times women and I would watch every chance I could. I also worked at MC Donald's and in the summer the day shift at Hardy's, both being part time jobs My senior year I came home from work and seen four young black guys come out of our apartment.