He gently pushed me on to my back, with my head facing the bottom of the bed. I gently gasped as he grabbed his cock and put it in me. There's a big d...fference between making love, and fucking. I enjoyed hard, deep sex, but not rough sex. I didn't like to be slapped, even on my ass, or my hair pulled. After years of boring love making, Paul was about to give me a good, hard fuck, and I needed it.I spread my legs and raised them high. I looked down and watched his cock go in and out of my vagina. I would normally wait 10 minutes or so for my parents to return to whatever they were doing, usually watching TV. Barbie was usually tucked under my mattress, waiting patiently for me. When she wasn’t there, she was tucked in the bottom of my school bag. We had lots of fun adventures out in public as well as in bed, so she was always nearby. I would pull her out, straighten her hair and clothes, then run my fingers over her sexy body. I would pay special attention to her breasts and pussy as my. The lust in his eyes was obvious. He wanted my hot ass you could tell! He gave my ass a little smack as I walked in. Fuck, I was so nervous but I wanted this!I made my way to the counter to get some tokens for video. I could feel the eyes on me. Part of me was nervous but the other part was the wanton slut who needed to kneel before black cocks and get fucked. Most of the men were black. The white guys I saw were, I'm sorry, not going to compete. I was the one dressed like a little fucktoy.The. I even made attempts to return to traditional sex, but I do not feel any more, there are no sensations. Recently, Gracie told me a story from her youth. She had a girlfriend, older and from a wealthy family. This girlfriend once arranged a party for the girls, among other things on the table lay a bare stripper on which lay food. Of course there were a lot of jokes about eating a sausage stripper, and some girls after the vodka and showed it. And then I understood. When my Gracie had a change.