" What about your balls, same thing to them?" Uh huh" Which would you like first?" My balls."With that, she held my cock back and started kissing my c...est, working her way slowly and gently towards my crotch. Never looking back, she started kissing my balls all over. First the right one, and then the left one. She kissed them everywhere even back underneath towards my ass.She then proceeded to lick my balls and sack like she was cleaning them with her tongue. I had never had a woman lick. She let go of my hair and grabbed the collar I hadn't noticed I still had on. Her slow strokes of before quickly turned into long, deep strokes, faster and faster. Every time I felt her legs on the back of mine, she would pause and grind into my ass. Judging by her moans, the vibrator was working its magic. I started to match her thrusts, throwing every inhibition I had out the window. She drove deep and hard inside of me. I was moaning louder and louder as she filled me up."Now it's your turn. Both of us initiates slowly began to remove our clothing. We both stood there, shamefully slouched over in nothing but our boxers. Our pale bodies were all skin and bones; there was not an ounce of muscle on either of us. "The boxers, too, pledges! We wanna see those little white dicks." I was scared out of my mind. As much as I didn't want to get naked in front of a dozen huge black men...I really didn't want to get abused by Jamal more. I looked over to the boy beside me. Both of us were. It's a sudden thing. I mean, jobs are hard to find here and you might not like it. They're aren't many girls your age in this neighborhood. What kind of job could you get anyway?" Her fears were being confirmed. The minute she'd seen her on the doorstep, she'd known in her bones. She felt a little ashamed of herself then. After all it was her own sister."I type some. I took that at school and I worked a while at the dime store. Oh, Bette Jean, I just can't go back. I just can't. I'll die in.