Releasing his cock. Shoving it inside me. He was fucking me. He was r****g me. Taking what no man has the right to take. I hated him so much then... I could feel my skin get hot and my rage flare. God I hated him...because I liked it. Oh heaven help my, I loved it! I began to cry then. No sobbing or choking through my underwear still jammed in my mouth. Just tears running down the sides of my face. He saw my tears and licked them off, the sick fucker. My sick fucker. With his hard. He met this young black man in the mall. He was a freshman at college and had played soccer in Africa. Ron said he asked Zola if he would like to make love to a white wife and after some discussion he had agreed. Now I was actually looking forward to meeting him although I was nervous. I prepared dinner with wine and my husband answered the door bell and invited Zola in.I greeted a handsome young African man, the blackest I had ever seen. I thought, "Wow he looked like a real muscular God of. And so for about an hour, my pussy got creamed up, while I swallowed cum. It was all soooo nasty. Then they untied me and took the blindfold off. They poured me another drink and gave me another qualude. One guy oiled my asshole and finger fucked my butt hole. "We're going to help you cum and cum and cum all night long" someone said. I sat on some guy's dick, while several of them took turns fucking me in the ass. And cum I did. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me, yes yes, fuck me don't stop, I'm. Her pussy was buzzing with desire, she couldn't take much more. Her tiny feet ran up and down his hairy legs, encouraging him to enter her. Finally, he broke the kiss and slowly reached down between their naked bodies. Grabbing his massive cock, he slowly ran it down the lips of Erica's pussy. At the point where she was at her hottest and wettest, he knew he found the entrance. She had a look of pure pleasure on her face in anticipation of what was going to happen. He pushed forward and the fat.