He grasped the top of the cage with one hand, and reached in to grab my hair with the other. He wasn’t kind. He didn’t have a condom. I could feel...his cum in my pussy. I could feel it leak out. A little drop of it fell onto my foot, and I wanted nothing more at that moment to be free from my cage to scratch it. The man stood, walked away. I could hear him loot around my kitchen. He took something out. I heard a tuperware bowl snap open. I heard him sit. The TV came on. About fifteen minutes. It was like no other place on Earth. A small, four-year, historically black college located in downtown Boston. I felt right at home there. After attending an all-white, female prep school, I wanted to be around intelligent young men. And that’s exactly what I found at Ashton College. The place was simply wonderful. The school has five thousand students, and only one campus. Sixty percent of the student body is of African-American descent. What pleased me to no end is the fact that Ashton. She was the only person that had ever been willing to date me, so I was at a loss after she dumped me. I continued to explore myself and came up with even more fantasies, like fucking every one of SpongeBobs holes and filling them with my hot seed as he begged for mercy. Every day I would come home from school and pleasure myself with thoughts of other cartoons, like Mickey Mouse and Betty Boop. Disappointingly, one day my grandmother caught me masturbating and told me I was grounded. Being. "Can't. Got to be at work in a half-hour, and I gotta go back to my place and get changed first."That night, Derrick rang her chimes again. And received in turn the wildest, most talented sex he'd ever imagined.The next day, he moved into her apartment.He knew she'd stray from time to time. But he knew that it was just her nature.He also knew that he loved her madly, and believed her when she said she loved him just as much. As long as she knew to come home and made her 'stray stuff' use.