I lived at home with my parents and younger sister. College was about a 15 minute drive, so it wasn’t a big deal. On the way between our house and t...e college was (and still is, over 25 years later now) a small adult bookstore. Among other things, they didn’t have parking around the back of the building, so I would never stop in to check it out. Even so, at the time, I might’ve stopped in to check out the porn videos and toys and stuff, but I didn’t really know about the other side of an ABS at. I started gagging and choking and spit drooled all over his cock. I enjoyed every moment of it and continued to be his bitch and sucked on it until he ejaculated on my face. After he was done he dropped me home. It was my first black cock and my first 8 inch cock. I loved it and wanted to fuck him and experience fucking a BBC.I wanted to have sex with him the next day but he was busy and wanted to do it on Saturday (the day my boyfriend comes back from vacation). I considered it and I agreed to. "I am sorry boy , just a bad day here." He exits the room. I let him go thinking I have not been that mean to him ever. He quickly returns sucking on his beer and smoking a cig in a thong. "So Dad ya wanna talk about a bad day?" My cock rises to the occasion "What was wrong with your day Boy?" (shit I just called him boy) "Well Dad I could not take another day of those fuckers making fun ofme because I am Hairy and calling me names." A tear forms and drop from his. He had been her golden boy surfer, the one lover that had fucked her – the first time ever - into blinding sexual bliss. Then his spine was shattered on the rocks, now – when was it – more than thirty years ago. And she, his champion Beachgirl, proved to be a heel and a coward. She never went back to the hospital, and their town was just big enough to avoid seeing her broken lover ever again!Suddenly, back in the dark trance of her past, Jennifer believed she heard the voice of Mr Hempel, her.