A man always remembers a hungry whore, I thought, even if he doesn't respect her. And that's what I felt like after going over two months with no cock... a hungry cock-sucking whore; I mean, a girl can only take so much. My lips enveloped the big head of his cock and I tasted his warm, sweet pre-cum for the first time. It's always a special moment when I taste a man's cock juice for the first time and I always fondly remember Jock at that moment. His hard cock with the wide girth and the nice. He made me suck his cock to get hard again. I hated the idea. It was bloody and yucky with our juices, but he didn't care what I thought. I didn't have the will to push him away. He sort of mouth-fucked me and did get hard again, and then he went off to fuck the other ugly dogs. That was another contest, I think."Other frat brothers came into the room, ten or more of them, one after another, and took turns on me. I lay there, aware of what was happening, but unable to cry out or protest or. I told Ed I wasn't sure I wanted to be fucked by a black man. I was raised to believe that blacks are different from whites, and that it just wasn't right for the races to mingle sexually. I didn't know what a black man would do to me, or expect of me.But of course Ed pressured me and reassured me I was made for black men. He said I was already a slut since I had fucked other men. He said sluts fuck black men. He told me how erotic it would be for me to be taken by a black man, how the contrast. Sarah Wasn,t all that surprised as she,d taken a instant dislike to Jenny branding her an out and out snob. She knew Phil and I wanked together and like to give ourselves oral sex as I related the details to her and she,d found it a bigger turn on than some of my affairs with women at my places of work. I worked mostly nights on industrial security in the London area long hours rarely even seeing Sarah or my then teenage k**s. As we had a spare room Phil moved in on a Friday after work and had.