MAMA’S DISGUSTING NIGGER BF

 I was molested by my mom’s gigolo boyfriend.  Now I constantly masturbate thinking about it. If anyone of u have similar experience o email meeh.

My mother was seduced by her new black boyfriend, Trek, for the first time when I was 18 years old. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school and I was pretty innocent in many ways. Even though I curious about sex, I was a still a pretty naïve teenager.

Mom and I had been alone since my father left when I was 9 and since then, she hadn’t dated much. Actually, I don’t remember her dating at all until Trek came along.  He is an opportunistic young nigger freeloader.  He could smell if a pretty lonely mature woman was vulnerable and ripe for the picking. He befriended her then when he was alone with her at our house he forcefucked her into submission.  Then he sometimes slept in our home if he was not with his other mistresses, to be served by mom and sometimes by me even though I am disgusted by him.  I guess he  is also milking mom’s hard earned money.

I remember that day vividly because I was always concerned that my mom would be alone for the rest of her life. But should have gotten a much better man than this stinking filthy black gigolo.  Now, I should explain that my mom wasn’t ugly or a bitch or anything. In fact, she was (and still is) quite beautiful and nice, and many younger men asked out my mom during this time, not realizing that she was already in her mid-30’s. The fact that she frequently exercised in order to maintain her cute body helped attract a fair amount of men. And her long, wavy, golden blonde hair, large breasts, flat stomach, and flawless complexion probably worked to her advantage as well (characteristics I am proud to say I inherited, although I am a bit shorter than her at 5’4”). I remember occasionally, some people thinking my mom was my older sister, which, of course, always made my mom’s day. Since my mom is a lawyer, I always figured someone with more education would be most ideal for her.

Anyway, my mom and Trek had already fucked out on a few times and she wanted me to accept and respect him. Mom seemed quite excited about Trek and I was anxious about him. Perhaps her blind optimism contributed to the chaos that followed. I’m not sure. But I can say that our lives were never the same after Trek entered our lives.

***

, Trey stood about 6’2”, with short, dark hair, brown eyes, dark brown complexion some tattoos from his gangster background, and a muscular build, ready to mug anyone that pisdes him off. He looked about 20 years old and was unkempt before he lived with us.

Trek would sometimes stare at me like a hungry predator if I accidentally met his eyes. I could read his eyes what he wants to do to me, so i often broke eye contact with Trek after it became a bit uncomfortable.

She frequently treated him out on a date.

There was a time I asked my mom sarcastically, “So where are you guys going tonight?”

My mom turned to Trek, “Dinner at Gibsons, right?”  “Yep, I made reservations for 8 o’clock sharp.”  it is obvious he milking her to treat him in expensive places.

My mom glanced down at her watch and then back at me, “Ok, then. We better get going. There’s money on the counter to order a pizza later, if you want.”

“Thanks, mom,” I answered.

“Ok, we’re going then. I love you, Sweety,” She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Love you, too, Mom. Have a good time!”

I looked up at Trek who was still gazing at me. I thought I caught him checking out my boobs, but I managed to blurt out, “Fuck off!”

He was really pushing it, in front of my mom, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It looked fatherly enough so it did arouse any suspicion from her. This startled me somewhat since I had just met the man, however, I just went with the flow and reciprocated. He smelled like a combination of cigarettes and booze. To this day, I am repulsed by that smell.

With that, they both left for their date.

***

The rest of the evening I thought about Mom and Trek. He seemed like a fucking machine. I could definitely see why my Mom was attracted to him. However, something about him made me feel uncomfortable. Trek oozed confidence, almost too much. And was he really checking me out?? I was used to boys checking me out at school but not some tramp thug like Trek.

By the time I stripped down to my panties and “New Kids On The Block” T-shirt (my usual sleep attire), I decided that my concerns were unwarranted. After all, I just met him and first impressions are often wrong. I was sure that I was being over-protective of my mother. I eventually fell into masturbating  with the possibility that my mom had found a bad guy that might also forcefuck  me like he did mom.

***

I awoke later that night to a strange noise coming from within the house. Lying there in my bed with my eyes still closed, I waited to hear the noise again.

And then it came. Faintly, at first, but then becoming louder. “Ah… Ahh… Ahhh … Ahhh…. Yesss!” came my mom’s muffled voice, each utterance followed by a creak from her queen-sized bed in the next room.

“Ahhh…Ahhh …Ahhh… Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t know whether to laugh or to be COMPLETELY DISGUSTED. I refused to open my eyes as I realized that my mom was getting laid again in the next room! Pulling the covers over my head, I tried to fall back asleep. But my mom’s groaning continued and, to my amazement, became even louder.

Doesn’t she know I can hear her?  It was not like the first time he did that  to her I was at school. But now he knows I can hear them,  with any ounce of decency or respect for his girlfriend’s daughter!

“Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh…. Yesss… Oh, noooo, Trek…my daughter might hear us! Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh!!!”

He did not care, he even increased his intensity! “Fuck you bitch! fuck your daughter! who the hell does she think she is? Your mother?! You want me to teach the little cunt a lesson ?”   I could sense my mom became afraid of what she heard, so she stopped complaining became submissive  after hearing his trash talk! But he kept at it for another 20 minutes which made me eventually masturbate hearing him say degrading things about us, i began pinching my clit while hearing him trash talking us both mother and daughter like whores, before I became thirsty and figured I could make a quick dash for a glass of water before my mom and Trek were finished screwing. I cautiously tip-toed out of bed and down to the kitchen. After sipping my water, I started to make my way back to my bedroom when I heard my mom’s door creak open. Panicking and not wanting my mom to think that I had heard what was going on, I swiftly ducked into the utility closet in the hallway next to her bedroom.

I barely closed the door before someone came out of the bedroom. My heart was pounding through my chest and I prayed that my Mom wouldn’t catch me. How utterly embarrassing that would be! Through the slits in the door, I could see Trek’s form come out of the bedroom, wrapped in my mom’s bedspread. He slowly made his way into the bathroom across the hall and turned on the light. I was surprised that I could see directly into the bathroom from my vantage point!

Along with his hair sticking up, I noticed a shiny layer of sweat on his face and upper body. He obviously had been working hard in there. Without closing the door, Trek let the bedspread fall to one side and began peeing. I made an audible gasp as his penis came into my view. This caused Trek to turn his head suddenly in my direction looking for the source of the noise. I tried not to breathe or move as he peered into the hallway for a couple of seconds before bringing his attention back to the task at hand.

His penis seemed enormous! I was mesmerized and I could not take my eyes off it. The only other penis I had ever seen was in porn. I began to feel that “tingling” sensation in my pussy thinking what if he forced that on me, I felt myself becoming wet as Trek continued peeing. Trying to fight the sensation, I quickly realized it was a lost cause. I could see his dick from the side and even though it was flaccid, it had to have measured at least 4 or 5 inches and I don’t know how thick. His balls were large, too, surrounded by a thick forest of black, curly hair.

It reminded me of Health class earlier that year when we had studied sex education. When question time came, the class smartass had asked the Health teacher about the average penis size to the amusement of everyone else. Trying to maintain order and to keep the discussion relatively serious, the teacher answered that most research suggested that the average penis length was 5-6 inches when erect. Trey’s was obviously a lot bigger than average!

I brought my fingers to my crotch and could feel that I was soaked now. I gave myself a little rub in order to provide some relief. Trek seemed to piss forever, but he finally finished up after giving it a couple of final shakes. As he bent over to retrieve the bed sheet, his hairy, muscular ass was exposed briefly before he covered up and turned off the bathroom light.

Walking back through the hallway into my mom’s bedroom, I could have sworn that I saw Trek briefly turn toward the utility closet and smile. But it was dark with all the lights off, and my eyes were re-adjusting, so I could have been mistaken. But if not it must be embarrassing that he knew I was secretly watching him.

I waited five minutes before scurrying back into my bed, making sure to change my panties first. It took another half hour before I was able to fall asleep.

***

Over the next several weeks, my Mom saw quite a bit of Trey both on the weekends and during the week. He always stayed the night and I was consistently treated to sounds of my mother getting relentlessly plowed by him. It became so commonplace that I learned to masturbate through it. My mom would insist that Trek leave very early in the morning before I awoke because “I don’t want Jemma to know that we are sleeping together, yet.” (I heard her say this to Trek through the bedroom wall on multiple occasions, unbeknownst to her).

During this time, I typically saw Trek when he watched TV with us or when he picked up my mom for a date. He continued his penetrating stares at me, which, in itself, was giving me the creeps. What became a problem is how “touchy-feely” he became around me. It started out with innocent kisses on the cheek, followed by long hugs, and eventually inappropriate touching. By inappropriate touching I mean stroking my hair, grabbing my hand or arm, and even patting my behind sometimes. Trek always did it very subtly and usually when my mom was not in the room.

Since I was young, I really didn’t know how to respond to it and my Mom was obviously on cloud nine with this guy so I certainly didn’t want to say anything to screw-up her relationship. I decided I could handle it for the sake of my mom’s happiness.

***

One Saturday night, I heard my Mom and Trek come in real late. They were real loud and I could tell they had been drinking a lot. My Mom actually sounded worse than Trek (she could never handle her alcohol very well) as she was slurring her words loudly and stumbling around. Things became quiet pretty quick and I wondered if they had fallen asleep. I rose from my bed and peeked out my bedroom door which I always kept slightly cracked.  I think trek purposely made her drunk.

I peered out just in time to see Trek carrying my passed-out mom into her bedroom. Someone’s not getting any action tonight, I laughed to myself as I slid back into bed and eventually fell asleep.

I’m not sure how much time had passed before I was awoken later that night by another noise. Lying in silence, I waited to hear the noise again. As usual, I was sleeping on my stomach and was too tired to turn over to investigate.

Several seconds later, I heard the noise again. Absolute PANIC swept through my body as I realized that someone was in my bedroom!

I was paralyzed with fear as I heard a person kneel next to me. My mind started to race. I was certain it wasn’t my Mom since she always made every effort to respect my privacy and would have certainly knocked on my door to wake me before entering. Plus, considering how drunk I saw her earlier, I knew she’d be passed out. When the strong combination of cigarettes and booze hit my nostrils, a feeling of terror arose from the pit of my stomach. I realized that it could only be one person- my mom’s boyfriend, Trek.

I don’t know how much time passed (maybe a minute or so?) as I pretended to be fast asleep- heavy, rhythmic breathing and all. What in the hell is he doing in here?

I could “sense” him staring at me which was quite unnerving. It was almost as if he was deciding what he wanted to do. Eventually, I could feel my comforter and bed sheet methodically being pulled off my bed and from my body. He took his time with this task and appeared to be taking every precaution not to wake me.

I could feel the adrenaline being pumped into my bloodstream but I was way too scared to react in any proactive way. I felt weak and powerless.

Trek finally pulled off the last bit of covers and there I was dressed solely in my “New Kids On The Block” T-shirt and yellow, cotton panties. I felt extremely vulnerable and was hoping it was all a bad dream.

All of a sudden, my butt felt cool and I realized that Trek had pulled up my T-shirt. I next felt warm fingers slide inside my panties and over my butt. He was stroking my butt cheeks and lower back in a gentle, circular fashion with his fingers. I cringed as I thought of this filthy, perverted young nigger touching my body. If I wouldn’t have been so scared, I think I would have cried.

Soon, I felt a second hand move in under my panties as he continued to massage my ass. Goose bumps started to form on my bottom and lower back and I was shocked to realize that his touches felt sort of pleasant.

Trek eventually moved his fingers down into my butt crack. I bit my lip as one hand gently pulled one butt cheek to the side while the other delicately rubbed the area around my anus with a finger. My breathing became more rapid. He seemed to be making little circles around my anus. On one hand, I was kind of disgusted, yet the fact of the matter was that he was starting to make me very wet no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I was confused by this reaction of my body.

His hand subsequently slid down into the area between my anus and my pussy which he manipulated for a while. Without realizing it, I parted my legs ever so slightly. I was praying that Trek didn’t notice how my body was responding.

Suddenly and without warning, his other hand moved down also, moved my panties aside, and started rubbing my pussy firmly. Trek seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he carefully caressed my clit and lips. If he was surprised by the excited state of my cunt, he didn’t act like it. Electrical shocks went through my body as one hand stroked my clit while the other fingered my pussy. I was losing track of time.

The bastard  continued to expertly finger-fuck me for a few more minutes, while he manipulated my clit with his other hand. As he thrusted with his fingers, I eventually found myself slightly thrusting back with my ass. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t thinking about anything at this point except the pleasure. It is amazing to me how I was able to keep quiet through it all.  I didn’t care anymore if he already knew I was already exposed  in my shame.  I was bucking back hard over his fingers about  to scream in near reaching orgasm.

Just then, a loud thump came from my mom’s bedroom. This must have frightened Trek for he quickly pulled away and exited my bedroom. I subsequently heard the faint squeak of my bedroom door closing behind him.

In stunned disbelief, I turned over, pulled down my t-shirt, and finally opened my eyes. I crawled along my bed to find the covers but stopped when I felt a damp spot on the bed. I had really made a mess of the sheets.

I cleaned myself off with a spare pillowcase and then laid a clean pillowcase over the wet spot. Sliding back into bed, I pulled the covers up to my neck. I didn’t know what to think, feel, or do. What just happened was a disaster! I just wanted to sleep.

Suddenly, in one quick motion, I threw off the covers, scurried to my bedroom door, and locked it. I returned to my bed feeling a little more secure, but knowing deep down that everything had changed.

***

By the time I awoke the next morning, Trek was gone as usual and my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I went downstairs into the kitchen even though I wasn’t very hungry.

“Good morning, Sweety,” my mom greeted me as she cooked some eggs on the stove. She looked like hell. Obviously hung over, her hair was a tangled mess, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.

I sat down at the table and asked lethargically, “Hungover, mom?”

My mom turned around quickly, “Is it THAT obvious, Jemma?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess I have to start watching how much I drink. I don’t want Trek to think I’m a lush!” my mom chuckled.

“Like he should talk,” I whispered sarcastically under my breath.

“What, Sweety?” my mom asked.

“Nothing, mom. I just said I think I’ll go for a walk.”

“Oh, you don’t want any eggs?”

“No thanks,” I rose from the table and left.

***

I was still in shock two days later as I contemplated what had happened to me. To make matters worse, Trek was coming over to watch a movie with us later that night; the first time I would see him since “that night”. Briefly, I considered telling my mom about what had happened. The guy was obviously a pervert and my mom needed to know.

But I couldn’t bring myself to do it for several reasons. First, I was way too scared- what if she didn’t believe me? I just knew that Trek would deny it ever happened and I certainly couldn’t prove it. It was simply his word against mine and I was horrified to put my mom through that.

Second, it would absolutely wreck my mom. She had not been this happy in years and it would be a shame to ruin it for her.

Finally, something that probably bothered me more than anything was that I was ashamed by the way my body had responded to him. It was like I couldn’t control my reactions. Did I encourage it in some way? It seemed pretty stupid to accuse someone of molesting you if you actually enjoyed it! How could I be disgusted by someone on one hand but turned on by him on the other hand?? Maybe I’m going crazy, I thought.

In the end, I decided to act as if nothing had happened and to avoid him.  i want to presume Trek never knew that I was awake that night, so he doesn’t know that I know what he did. And what is the chance that he will try it again? In fact, Trek very well could have been very drunk (like my mom) that night and didn’t realize what he was doing. I rationalized that it could have been a terrible mistake. As long as I stayed away from him and locked my bedroom door at night, there should be no more problems in the future. Unfortunately, this is the type of naive thinking that only an 18 year old girl would believe.

***

Trek came by as expected later that night. As he noticed me on the love seat in the living room, a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. I did my best not to make eye contact with him.

“Hi Jemma!” he announced in a confident tone of voice as he walked over in front of me. It is as if he knew that I knew and he was going to intimidate me with it.

“Hi,” I answered flatly stretching my head around him to see the TV. “Do you mind? I’m trying to watch the movie!”

My mom spoke up from the couch, “Jemma, rewind the movie so Trek can watch it from the beginning. I’m going to get Trek a drink. I’ll be right back.”

Trek sat down on the couch after giving my mom a kiss on the cheek in passing. As usual, he just stared at me as i rewound.

He took a quick look back at the kitchen and then spoke to me in a hushed tone, “Jemma… I know you were awake Saturday night.”

My stomach jumped. “What are you talking about?” I answered staring blank at the TV.

“C’mon, Jemma. I know you enjoyed what I did to you and I’m going to do a lot more to you. Goosebumps suddenly came over me! my face turned red with shame!

Finally I slowly turned my head towards Trek in disgust. He was smiling from ear to ear. What a cocky bastard, I thought. The nerve of him, talking to me that way with my mom, his girlfriend, in the next room.

“How dare you talk to me that way!” I felt the blood rushing to my face. “You know my mother happens to be in the next room!”

“You won’t tell your mom, Jemma,” Trek interrupted. “You know why?”

I looked away from him.

But Trek continued anyway, “Because you would have done so by now! You know as well as I that it’s too late. Besides, do you really think your mom would believe you over me? She is now my bitch, a slave to my nigger cock!  She gives me money even if it’s what’s left of her salary.  She will believe whatever I say. It’s up to you if you  want to get into arguments  with her fighting over me!!  One way or the other,  both your pretty white cunts are mine, got that bitch!?”  I got so mad but i felt my vagina twitch from what i justvheard in spite  of my contempt.

Just then my mom walked back into the room with the drink. She sat down next to Trek on the couch and snuggled up to him.

“Ok, Sweety, let’s play the movie.”

Throughout the rest of the evening, Trek made knowing glances at me while I tried to ignore him. But he was right, I wouldn’t tell my mom or anyone for that matter. Like anyone would believe me anyway… and I could not focus because pussy was twitching  incessantly each time he glad at me.  I am very wary of what he will do to me.

***

After that night, I did everything in my power to avoid Trek as much as I could. I hated that bastard. When he would stop by, I always made it a point to be in my bedroom or out at a friend’s house. I started to lock my bedroom door at all times, even when Trek wasn’t there. I figured the longer I stayed away from him, the better chance he would leave me alone. For sure, he would give up, eventually.

But I couldn’t avoid him all the time especially when he would stop by unexpectedly. And during those times, he was drawn to me like a magnet and would always go out of his way to greet me with a kiss on the cheek and sometimes a squeeze on the ass or breast when my mom wasn’t looking.

One time, I happened to walk by him in the hallway when he was on his way to the bathroom and he “accidentally” rubbed up against me with an obvious fat, hard-on sliding across my body. I literally pushed him away, which he really seemed to enjoy.

he would suddenly grab my pussy the sudden jolt of electricity would make me squirm, and when i was already so aroused he would suddenly let go leaving me hanging at my frustrated sensation!

“You’re such an ass!” I scolded him.

He just laughed at me and replied, “Can I help what you do to me?”

And there are plenty of other examples I could mention detailing his harassment. I honestly felt hunted by him, and I expended a lot of energy just trying to stay away from the guy in my own home.  It didn’t help that he always brought to the point of near orgasm  but would sudden stop. Leaving me humiliated, needing to finish it myself n masturbating in my room or restroom. He made me so horny that i frequently masturbated during my baths, before sleeping, or if i was awakened by the sound of mom fucked crazy by this nigger.

I think trek was gradually conditioning me to be his fuck bitch also.

Looking back during this time, it is amazing to me that my mom was so unaware. Trek was certainly a sneaky son-of-a-bitch and he definitely had mom eating out of his hand.

***

 In true to avoid him sometimes i went over to my friends house parties. But one night  when i went home, Trey’s car was still in the driveway. I sighed as I wondered what else could possibly go wrong this night.

I unlocked the front door and quietly entered my house. The living room was almost pitch black when I entered and I waited a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark before proceeding to the kitchen.  I poured myself a glass of iced tea and stared out the kitchen window, alone with my thoughts. I prepped to change my clothes so i removed it before hand as i usually did after coming home from school or she else. I forgot trek was at home and I delayed going to my room.

Just then, I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw a silhouette of a person standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Who’s there?” I whispered, praying it wasn’t Trek.

The figure walked toward me slowly and finally stepped into the moonlight penetrating the room from the kitchen window. I took a step back. It was Trek with that cocky grin on his face.

He stopped about 2 yards in front of me and I could see he was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. My eyes were naturally drawn to the bulge between his legs, but I caught myself and looked away. As usual, he smelled of cigarettes booze. Did he make mom drunk again?

I didn’t know what to say. I felt extremely vulnerable dressed. I crossed my arms to shield my exposed breasts as if that would offer me some kind of protection.

I blurted out, “What are you doing up?” before turning back to hide my nudity.

“I got up to see how your party went,” Trek replied sarcastically.

I didn’t bother to turn around, “It went fine. You can go back to bed now.”

“did u find boys to break  you in?” He was directly behind me now and his face was right next to my right ear. Trek had me trapped up against the kitchen sink and he knew it. I could feel him brush up against me. He was rock hard, as usual.

“No. Of course not. And what do you care anyway?”

Trek laughed at my terse response, but then asked, “Jemma, have you been drinking?”

“No!” I said as I quickly tried to slip by him without even turning.

And that is when he made his move. In one quick motion, he grabbed me by the hips and spun me around to face him. “I think you have, Jemma. You’ve been a very bad girl tonight! So why stop now?”

Suddenly, Trek forcefully kissed me on the lips. He was all over me and I couldn’t escape from his embrace. I tried to resist by turning my head but Trek pulled it back toward him, roughly. His gritty unshaved protruding facial hair felt like rough sandpaper.   It felt strange against my face as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth, effectively muffling my protests. I tried to kick and hit him but all my efforts were in vain for he was way too strong.

Trek subsequently picked me up as if I was a child and sat me down on the countertop. He appeared to have a specific plan in mind as he went to work on my body. Trek forced my legs apart and began rubbing his groin against mine. I gasped as I felt the sheer weigh and volume of his meat against my private area. It felt different, but in a good way. Before long, it started to feel good. I couldn’t help it; my crotch became drenched quickly, as usual.  Like as before he pinched my clit instantly arousing me.  It came to my  memory he might leave me hanging there again!  No this time i had to be broken in and get laid! maybe because i was tipsy from n drink  in n friends party, I was not thinking right.

It was at that point that I pretty much surrendered. I literally gave up. The fact was that I was tired of fighting Trek off each day that he groped me i was always aroused halfway then will be left hanging, and he had already worn down my resistance from those daily doses of mashing fingering pinching groping. Besides, it started to feel too good already, secretly wishing I could come to an orgasm. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it, also, or maybe it’s my fault for not yet being screwed.

Whatever the reason, I suddenly changed strategies to get away i abruptly and started to kiss Trek back as he explored me with his gigantic hands. Surprising even myself, I threw my arms around his shoulders and clasped my legs around Trek’s waist, wanting to get as close to him as possible. In reality I wasn’t sure if my body already  wanted to. Trek paused for a moment, almost confused by my apparent cooperation. However, when he realized I was willingly participating, he went right back to work. I was past the point of no return now.

I was turned on in ways that I had never been before. While I hated Trek passionately, my body wanted to be broken in.  I needed him to break me in , have sex with me that night.

Trek pulled down the top of my bikini, and groped and squeezed my ample breasts, as he continued to French-kiss me deeply. He also continued to dry hump me right there on the countertop. All this stimulation at one time was driving me crazy.

At one point, I pulled away suddenly and whispered, “Wait! Not here!” Trek gave me a nod, understanding that we needed more privacy. I led him by the hand, quietly, past my mom’s bedroom and into mine.

As I closed and locked my bedroom door, Trek came up behind me and violently ripped the top and bottom of my bikini completely off. I now stood there completely nude with my mom’s boyfriend behind me. I was absolutely shaking with lust but too afraid to turn around.

“Go over to your desk and bend over,” Trek whispered in my ear. I walked to the desk and Trek gently pushed down on my back. I was now bent over my desk on my elbows with my ass and pussy now completely exposed to him. As he knelt down behind me, my heart was pounding in anticipation. I was dripping wet and I ached to be touched.

Trek then methodically had his way with me. He began by circling my clitoris with his tongue clockwise, gradually increasing the speed and pressure.

“Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohh,” I groaned making sure I wasn’t too loud.

Just when I’d thought he was going to attack my clit straight on, he changed pace by circling counter-clockwise, careful not to actually touch my swollen clit. On several occasions, I moved my ass back toward him with the hope it would make contact with his tongue, but with no success. It felt wonderful but frustrating at the same time. I could tell what he was trying to do. He was trying to get me as horny as possible like he was doing before on a daily basis and it was working!

When I least expected it, Trek attacked my clit and pussy with a vengeance.

“Ohhhh!” I groaned not expecting it to feel quite as good as it did. Trek then spent the next several minutes devouring my pussy. He sometimes licked my clit and my pussy, up and down, in one long stroke, often changing speeds.

Trek eventually focused solely on my pussy and seemed to content with trying to lick up as much of my wetness as possible. My legs and really, my whole body were trembling with a combination of lust, anxiety, and fatigue from standing there. His tongue a trekking  the canals of my pussy!  Oh now i know  why he was  called Trek!

“Trek…Ohh…Ohh…Trek, your going to make me cum!!” I whispered to him over my shoulder. “Ohh…Ohh…Ohh…Ohhh…Ohhh……Ohhhhhhhh…”

Upon hearing this, Trek began to tongue-fuck me, deeply. It felt like a miniature penis and I have to say that Trek’s tongue actually felt bigger than his or my fingers! And at least Trek’s tongue could go longer than 15 seconds!

I was now bucking my hips back at his face and I was very close to my first orgasm with the wrong person in my young life. I started to come in waves. “Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhhhh….Ohhhhhhh….…. Ddddooooon’t

Trek finally slipped his tongue out and spent some time licking the area between my pussy and anus, which felt incredible! Trek could tell I was enjoying this and he subsequently went a little higher to lick around my anus.

This is so gross, I thought! His tongue gently rimmed around the opening my ass in circular motions, similar to what he did with my clit earlier. Trek reached around and rubbed my clit as he continued with my backside. It felt WONDERFUL, I must admit.

“Ah!” I gasped as Trek put the hot, moist tip of his tongue up my ass. “Ohh…Ohh…Ohh, Treeerk,” I continued to softly verbalize. “What are you doing to me?? Ohh… Ohh…Ohh, God!” I didn’t seem to be able to control what I was saying. I spread my legs further apart hoping his tongue would go up my ass further.

The combination of him licking my ass while manipulating my clit was driving me over the edge. I was breathing so heavy it must have seemed like I was having an asthma attack! I had been doing my best to try and keep quiet, but I’m sure I was being way louder than I thought. It would be a miracle if I didn’t wake up my mother.

I finally turned my head toward him and whispered, “You’re going to make…..you’re going to make… me cummm…. again!”

Then, he suddenly stopped, picked me up like a rag doll, and threw me on my bed. He must have taken off his boxers without me noticing for he was now standing naked before me with the biggest hard-on I had ever seen. It literally took my breath away.

Trek’s cock was just plain intimidating! It had to be at least 8 inches long and quite thick. I honestly didn’t know if I could take it all and I was scared that I was going to be in for some major pain.

But Trek didn’t give me much time to think about it. He swiftly jumped into bed next to me and demanded, “Suck my dick, Jemma.” By this time, I would have done anything for him.

I approached his cock with a combination of fear and lust in my veins. Grabbing it, I was amazed to see that I couldn’t get my whole hand around it. I started to gently pump the shaft a bit. It was very hot, solid and literally throbbing. I remember thinking how different it feels .

Becoming impatient, Trek commanded, “Put it in your mouth!” then he spanked me.

I was now his slave, his bitch!

I carefully put my mouth over the head of his penis and tried to take as much into my mouth and throat as possibly. After only a few inches, I gagged and had to take it out. Trek seemed to find this particularly amusing. I then started sucking the head of his tool, pumping the rest with my hand. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. My goal was to make Trek feel as good as he was making me feel.

Occasionally, I had to stop sucking him to alleviate the growing pain in my jaw. In these instances, I would lick the length of his shaft all the way up to the head like I saw some woman do once in a porno movie. When I placed the tip of my tongue in his pee hole,

I noticed that a tiny bit of sticky liquid was already coming out.

“Lick my balls,” Trek said at one point as he pushed my head further down. I had to find my way through his forest of pubic hair before I took one of his mammoth testicles into my mouth. It was a neat sensation to have them in my mouth. I alternated between the two but was careful to be extra gentle with them.

After a while, Trek pulled me up and said “Jemma, I am going fuck you now.”

Without waiting for a response from me, he swiftly flipped me over onto my knees and pushed my head into my pillow so that my ass was in the air again. I felt Trek mount me and I braced myself, fully expecting him to plow me immediately, a combination of fear dread and anticipation.

Eventually, Trek had his penis lined up with the opening to my pussy, but then he seemed to change his mind. He proceeded to run it along my ass, pussy, and clit for a while. Damn  he was teasing me again!, I was DYING for it at that point. I knew it was going to hurt but I didn’t care since I was so horny.

I finally became impatient. “Please Trek… do it!!” I pleaded through my pillow. He seemed to be playing some sort of cruel game with me!  He was to humiliated me by making me ask for. He was punishing me for avoiding him all this time!

I felt Trek lean over, pull my hair to one side, and start to suck the back of my neck. He then grabbed my dangling tits as rammed half of his dick into my pussy.

“Ahhhhh,” I gasped. It felt like he was ripping me apart. He started to pump slowly as I began to adjust to his enormous size. Intense pleasure started to replace the sharp pain as he sped up.

Within a couple of minutes, Trek had thrusted the remainder of his cock into my tight pussy. I groaned into my pillow and my eyes filled with tears. He was pumping me with everything he had.

It felt like his penis was going into my stomach. I could hear Trek grunting with every thrust as he pinched my dangling nipples.

He started to talk really dirty in my ear. “Ohhh Jemma…you’re such a good fuck. I have dreamed of fucking you ever since I saw you that first day on the couch!  Am gonna make u white cunt bitch for nigger cocks now! Yo’ s gonna have baby sisters with yo white cunt bitch momma!”  Hearing it sounded terrible but it  made me orgasm even more.

Trek continued, “I love fucking your body. Your body was made for my cock to fuck…. You will always be my little whore! Understand??”

“Yessss…” I groaned in response.

It was about then I had another series of orgasms; one after another as Trek continued to violate me.

Soon, Trek pushed me over, lied down on his back and sat me on top of his prick. As I eased myself onto him, I realized that this position was more comfortable for I could control how deep and how fast we fucked.

I would now be the whore fucking myself to ruin. I had no more excuse if mom found out.  We went a long time in this position. It felt especially good when Trek reached around and inserted the tip of his finger in my ass.

After a while, I was beginning to wonder if Trek would ever cum. He cock was still harder than ever inside of me.

Before I could contemplate that thought further, Trek flipped me on my back, positioning my legs over his shoulders. I later learned that he cums easiest this way. Trek began with long, slow strokes, where he pulled his cock almost the whole way out of my cunt, before slipping it back in to the hilt.

I was enjoying the intensity with which he was screwing me. We were both sweating profusely and I could actually see beads of sweat rolling off Trek’s body and onto my bed.

As Trek approached his climax, he picked up the pace. I wanted him to cum very much by this point since my pussy was really beginning to hurt.

I remembered that my friend Carrie once mentioned to me that the easiest way to get a guy to cum is to talk sexy to him. I was ready to try anything by the point in order to make Trek cum.

I leaned up and whispered into his ear, “Trek, Fuck me…. Please, fuck me, Trek. Ffffffuuucckkkk Mmmmeeeeeeeee.”

This seemed to help as Trek accelerated his thrusting signaling that he was getting closer.

So I continued in a whisper, “Fuck me, Trek! Fuck my pussy. You’re doing a good job fucking my pussy, Trek! Do you like fucking your girlfriend’s daughter?!”

“Ohh, Trek. I love your cock! Faster! Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhhh… You’re making me feel so good!”

Trek was getting real close now and I started to buck my pelvis toward him as he banged me in order to give him deeper penetration. “C’mon, Trekyyyy. Keep on fucking me! Ohh… Ohh… Ohh… God, Trekyyy…I want you to cum, Trey….Please cum for me, Trek!!”

He was really close now. “Ohhh…. Ohhhh…. Cum for me, Trek… I want you to cum inside my pussy!”

The next thing I knew Trek was fucking me so hard that I thought my body would be bruised in the morning. He then gave one final, powerful thrust and I felt him absolutely EXPLODE inside my cunt. Falling in a sweaty heap on top of me, I felt several powerful squirts deep within my cunt.

I lied there with Trek’s penis still inside of me, unsure what to do next. My eyes were closed and I could distinctly smell the aroma of sex. After a minute or so, Trek sighed loudly and rolled off of me. My body was tingling all over and I felt his jism start to leak out of me.

He rose from the bed and I heard him fumble around for his underwear. Trek subsequently gave my tit a quick squeeze before whispering confidently into my ear, “This is just the beginning, Jemma.” With that, he walked out of my bedroom, presumably to go back to my mom.

For that time on, I could not say no, but had to accept me and  my mom are now both his bitches, as disgusting as he was,  if my mom was his sugar mommy, milking her money while she worked her asses off just to pay for his vices, i have to put to him loitering our house, i had to cleanup extra for him, aside from the fact that he can now order me around like a free laundrywoman cleaning lady waitress. I have to be his his maidservant, washing his clothes, serving him food and booze.  And now i have to be his whore too when mom is not around.  He started staying more on our home freeloading on us. What would happen if he invites his nigger friends over? What if his trash talks came true that he blackbreeds me and my mom?  What if mom finds out I have been fucking him behind her back?  Surely my defence that I was just forcibly aroused against would not be brlieved!  If mom could not live without his cock, so do I now. We both have to accept we are now both his white bitches and he can fuck us both at the same time whenever he wants to!

That was the start of a 6 month odyssey which almost destroyed my family.

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