" He smiled, releasing my wrist as he talked, confident that I was too frightened to try to run. "So, you fucked some niggas then, huh?" Uh.. well.. n..... not exactly." "What? You mean no nigga eva tried to hit that? I don't believe it. You are a racist bitch!" "No.. no.. really.. .I uh.. I just.. no one ever.. I mean.. I .. oh.. god.. I don't know what I mean... " I broke down, crying."Now, now, no need to be doin' that. You got a name, girl?" I nodded. It was strange, being called "girl" by a. However, I kept myself composed before pushing myself down Lucas' still length. I could feel as more of his cock penetrated my hole the more I pushed back into him. "Already half of my member is inside. Why don't we liven this up?" He asked before I could question what he meant, he trusted the remainder of his length into my hole. "Fuck!" I moaned in pleasure from the sudden thrust. I knew his entire length was inside, due to his balls being slapped against my own when he had thrust the rest. I felt bad having thrown her out, even though I knew deep down that it was the only thing to do.I decided I had to get away, so I decided to return to my parent's home. I arrived in the early hours of the morning, and my mother let me in. My father and I were never close and he remained asleep in bed, as I sat with my mother in the lounge. All she was wearing was her thick nightdress and she was sitting opposite me in an easy chair.I poured out my story and the tears were flowing as I told her. He spreads it evenly across my ass and then he picks up the leather strap. After a sound whipping of no less than fifty cracking lashes he takes me again from behind...and again.One day I couldn't stand it any longer and decided to visit Mr. Darrell. I called him first and he was surprised to hear from me. I guess he thought that I was happy with a same age boyfriend. Mr. Darrell is about twenty years older than I am and he probably thought I wasn't interested. I found out that he was by.