Maine tab mazak mein poocha kyun ki ab to mujhe non veg baat karne ki choot mill gayi thi.Main: Acha to woh chudhne gayi aur unhone aap ko bhi bulaya?...aap kyun nahi gayi bhabhi jee. Main yahan tha usi liye? ha ha ha!Shobha: Ha ha ha! are tumhare bhaiya jab yahan hai to main kyun jaun bahar, wahi meri halath kharab kar dete hai.Main: Oh aisa? To matlab kal raat ko poori jam kar li hogi unhone aapki.Shobha khilkhila kar hass padi: Haan li to sahi. Sach poocho to uske maa baap ne kya khilakar. All three shot there loads down my throat and they then took me up to the bridge and the black captain gave me an ass fucking, he was good looking and had a big cock. I never dreamed of a fucking like I was given that night, I lost count at eight cum shots and the positions they fucked me. They tied me down and worked me over and I licked all their black asses that night. When I woke up the next morning I knew that I had become a black mans slut. We docked that morning and he gave me $2,000 and. “Everything is forgiven, baby. You are my good little girl.”I sighed, wiping the tears from my eyes as I turned my head, my breath catching as I felt her hand pushing between my thighs, her fingers probing and gently parting my slick folds, tips dipping into my cunt. My back arched gently as I heaved a yearning sigh, parting my legs for her. I began to tremble again, this time with anticipation rather than pain.“Just relax, baby.”I did my best, my hips moving slowly, matching her rhythm as she. I was 12 years old and lived in a English village with my mum, dad and two younger sisters.My mother was an ex beauty queen and was very fit. How my father got her I don't know. But as it was post ww2 he had the pick. As there was a shortage of men I suppose.My passion was fishing and I couldn't wait to spend my time by the river that was only a short bike ride away.So my mother packed my lunch and a bottle of orange squash, reminding me to be home before 6pm. And off I went.As it was summer.