Instead she stayed inthe back of the truck with the big wolf, and sobbed into her hands.Occasionally her body wracked her with cramps, and they made t...e sobbingmore real. She accepted it as her punishment, and knew it would continuefor another six or seven days and then a full week every month.The girl and the Indian came back and got into the cab, and headed toHenri's campsite. The Indian looked at the camp ticket, and wasdisgusted to see that it had expired days earlier. Henrietta went. I gasp and then moan, my hips undulating just a little as my own arousal rises. You smile inwardly, naughtily to yourself as you stretch the skin painfully away from my body, knowing that you are driving me sexually mad. You happily see my hands clenching the bed sheets, just as you had done in the throes of arousal, relishing the fact that that it is all because of you. You finally release me and lick and kiss the tortured skin, allowing me to lower my arousal some be you are nowhere near done. I tasted her clit and vagina. Next thing I remember was that I was in her wet pussy. Thrusting, humping came naturally. She writhed, moaned, spoke in gutteral tones demanding that I fuck her. I don't know how many times she came. I know that I came in her vagina twice. My first experience all for being a black male. I probably made love, had sex, whatever a couple dozen times with mom.I never did her daughter.However, I did "mate" with two of her white girl friends, one at a time.As an. “Do you really have to do that all day? You know I hate it.”“What, with the guys? I’m not gonna do anything with them, I just enjoy the attention. It’s nice to have people paying attention to me, competing over me.”“I understand that, believe me, I do. But their just gawking at you non-stop. Tell me that doesn’t get annoying.”“Maybe a little, but it’s cute.”“It’s sickening”“Is someone jealous?” She just could resist taking a shot at me.I sidestepped the question, not wanting to answer.