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She has to breast,feed her black boyfriend son her milk, as his black wife wants to keep her nice figure.
And her white ******** has to have bottled milk
is that right?

enalop said:

She has to breast,feed her black boyfriend son her milk, as his black wife wants to keep her nice figure.
And her white ******** has to have bottled milk
is that right?

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Why milk?

Water from the tap???

enalop said:

Water from the tap???

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Its 1969 and I,m 23 studying, trying to get a degree after screwing up my education It's early June and I,m on holiday. Parents are abroad *** is working in Kuwait so I go and stay with a widowed elderly aunt in a small English town. I can use her car but there's very little to do so I study. After a few days I'm in the town high street when some school girls come by. One is a show stopper. Tallish school skirt hiked up to show long, long legs dark hair middle parting. She walks different to the others confident mature type of snooty head in the air but when she looks at you she smoulders with danger signs and she can't help it. I manage to overhear that she works in her ***'s shop on Saturdays.Come Saturday I trawl the high street shops from 9am hunting. On the 4th shop I find her working behind the till. It's a hardware shop I buy some nails and she looks up interested?? I don't know. One hour later I go back and buy some tap washers, she smiles just. After lunch I go in again and buy some glue she said I should think about what to get instead of coming back, so I tell her I only come back to see her. She's looks, apraises, a different look in her eyes they gleam, she's interested we chat it's quiet and I boldly ask for a date and she says yes.!!
We agree one evening she'll meet me outside the shop and I will pick her up. She asks where I'm staying and I say. It's a small town and my aunt knows her mum.
I meet her one summers evening and we go for a drink in the local pub She can get away with looking 18 no trouble she dresses in jeans and tee shirt. We chat she hates the small town everyone knows everyone and everybody's gossip. She says she,s innocent, all the boys at the local school are fumblers and gropers to quote her words and that's all there is, apart from married men . Within a week I have a vixen on my hands. She can't get enough sex,long legs splayed apart on the back seat of Aunties Morris 1100 car, on her back or on her hands and knees. In the front seat sat normally,with me in the footwell or she is bent over the seat back.Out of the car laying back wards or forward with the door open Once I,m stood and have my arms on the roof while she sticks her ass out the paasenger door window..In her front room at home on the sofa, in the kitchen and at night in any car park, any where any time.Also although at the time I never realised its importance she rubbed her pussy up against the gear knob when she said "its black and got a big head"

She lives in a nice detached house stood in its own grounds just outside of the town.Opposite is a large flat field being used temporarily by a construction company for storing pipes, cement,machinery and scaffolding. In one corner there is a few mobile caravan accomodation homes plus kitchens and washing facilities for the sub contracted labourers.Its too far from where ever they live to commute and its too expensive for them to live in hotels, they are living as cheap as possible as they are manual workers.The site is only there for a month or two then they move on.
We spend quite a lot of time when possible in her bedroom having sex. Her brother is away for a few months on a training course.Behind her door is a large picture of Cassius Clay in boxing shorts,a few pictures of black tamla motown artists. She is also reading a slection of books by and author called Kyle Onsott. He writes about the deep American south in the slave trading days.Title series are called the Falconhurst saga and Mandingo.
In early July I pick her up outside her parents house debating where to go for the evening and talking about her 18th birthday in a few days time. I ask what she would like and she said, "that" I didn't understand so I asked again and got the same reply then she pointed up the road and said "that's what I want".
Walking down to us was a workman from the building site. Looking fit (from physical health all manual labour digging,lifting heavy pipes etc no gyms in those days) relaxed clothing youngish and he's BLACK. She wants him.!! As he passes by she leaned out the window and started chatting to him. He said his name was Jared and was off to the pay phone box to phone his wife and kids.She had heard went into town to use the phone call box. He bent down said hello and chatted to her her skirt was showing her panties and he was looking directly in the car window He said he likes to phone home,they work all week on site and then only have every other Sunday to go home. He says all his mates have seen her before at her house.
Then he mentioned they finish on early Tuesday and go into Manchester about an hour away by mini bus to do some shopping and go to the pub.He doesn't go because he's saving money so he stays in camp alone.Jayne knows her mum goes to a meeting with friends on Tuesday afternoons and says if he wants to walk up the side lane by the side of the house and the wooden gate will be open he can come in for a cup of tea
Next Tuesday as usual her mother goes out...Jayne is nervous and as she sees sees him walk across the road but still goes ahead and unlocks the side gate and he slips in.Within a minute they are in the kitchen kissing feeling one another up and I am reduced to being told to watch out the window in the front room, in case mum comes back early. He fucked her on the sofa, she was squealing in pain and then delight, moaning how big it was, how black it was, how he must feel bad only having sex once a fortnight at home and she would help him where ever she could but it must remain a secret.
From that time onwards I had lost her,she gave me hj or rarely a bj but no sex: he got it all she had a new more exciting interest. They had no interest in me I was a means to make it easy for them to have sex.Funny enough I began to enjoy this role.I would park the car along the roadside on the way back after phoning home. Jared would slip into the car secretly when no one was around Jayne would be in the back seat ready for him and while I drove he fucked her. I used to watch in the mirror. He was big and she was happy one night it was raining and I leaned over the drivers seat watch her being fucked senseless they didnt care about me. Sometimes on the grass outside near the local carpark,in the house on Tuesdays until end of July when the contract ended and they packed up the site.
He returned to London but gave her a phone number before he left if she ever got there.Within a week or two she had arranged for us to visit some of her parents friend's in north London for a weekend.They were a stuffy elderly pair we weren't allowed into each other's bedrooms. She called the phone number Jared had given and spoke to a cafe owner who took Jared messages as he didn't want her using his home phone. It was arranged for Saturday at 3pm and we turned up in a rather depressed dingy black area of London.The cafe looked reasonably clean it was very quiet inside and we were the only white people there. Jared turned up and greeted Jayne with kisses and groping.He spoke to the cafe owner and took her through a door at the back that opened up onto some stairs. The owner said to me the bedroom was up there and gave me a cup of coffee.Ten minutes later another young black man walked in and went straight to the back door leading upstairs.
Thirty minutes on a rather evil, thick set, ugly dark, really dark, man came in dressed in a leather jacket gold rings necklace and a paunchy fat belly. He grunted at the owner looked me over dismissevly and swaggered up to the back door and went up the stairs.Jared's friend came down shortly after and said to me,"she's nice and having a good time now that Derek had arrived" He then suggested I disappear for a few hours and come back around 6.It was a strange area never at that time ever seen anything like it in the U.K.
I was back by 6 and Jared was waiting for me. He said that Derek and he had a really good time with her and she was very happy.Jayne came down stairs with Derek and seemed in awe of him giggling and sucking up to him while he pawed her, in front of me.
Jayne looked very bright twitchy and happy when we left and in the tube on the way back began whispering what they had done to her and she what she did to please them. She then pulled up her sleeve if a jacket she was wearing and there on her arm was a needle puncture mark. I was shocked, it was alright she assured me it was just a little something Derek gave her to help her relax and enjoy what those men did with her She wore it like a badge of honour until the come down started and then was in bed by 8pm.I had to explain to our hosts at great length that we had got lost after getting off the tube and she had eaten something at a strange cafe in an unknown area.
On Sunday it had been arrnged without my knowledge of course, we were invited to Jared s house. We knocked on the door of a house near the cafe we were the day before,and his wife with kids around her knees invited us in.I was astounded when Jared came into the sitting room and walked Jayne out and up the stairs.!!! A few minutes later Derek arrived and went upstairs. I was sat dumbfounded and started to apogise to Jared's wife. She pointed out that Jared's sex drive was more than she could handle and she didn't mind" someone else taking the strain" She knew he loved her and the kids and was good to her.

Derek was different she warned me he was a drug dealer who got girls addicted by supplying them with anything then he pimped them out as prostitutes.

The same fucking went on upstairs with me getting a hard on thinking of jayne getting a needle in her to ramp up her needs and being screwed in every known position. By four pm on the tube going back to north London and jayne was showing me another needle mark and whispering to me what happened ,knowing that is how I got turned on now. She was so happy and thought Derek was so kind to let her try his fuck potion for free plus he was bigger and better than Jared. Well until it was time to come down from the high of couse.Monday morning it was the train back to her home town and I was glad to get her away from those men. She let me play with her on the train and gave me an expert bj in the closed carriage between stations because I had been so good to her.

It wasn't the same after that, she wandered around listless she told me once that she needed black cock more than anything else. No sex she said.. she didn't fancy it from white boys.... it wasn't exciting enough. I was quite relieved when my work experience date came around and left in the middle of August for a work training placement scheme.In early December I had a call in the students dormitory from my aunt. Jaynes mother was with her and wanted to talk to me. Jayne's mother told me she had gone missing in September and her parents had kicked up a storm with the police as to her whereabouts.She was found in November working in a brothel with a heroin addiction problem. Did I know anything. I tried to be as evasive as possible only saying we got off the tube once at a wrong station and got lost in a run down area and asked some rough people for directions Jayne spoke to some. Maybe something was said to her then.She asked if I could come and see her but I pointed out studies and exams and I was off to Kuwait for Xmas.

And that was that until 1996


In 1996 was back in Manchester at a conference and due to a delegates illness have a complete day free. I'm about 30 miles from that town and thought why not take a trip and see if it's changed my Aunt having died years ago in a care home. I hired a car and set off the town.It now had a ring road around it so time in a way had passed it by. I parked and walked the high street not much different after nearly 30 years The hardware shop had gone in its place a convenience store. I went in and wandered along the shelves. There was a mature lady cleaning shelves so I enquired what happened to the old owners.She knew..I seems Jaynes parents sold out retired and died in Spain, the son lived in London and the ******** Jayne, yes the very same,was married with kids and still lived her parents old house!!! . I drove around and found the road after a while. The house looked the same at first but opposite, the field,the building site in the old days,was now the back end of a carpak for a Tesco super Store. I followed directions around roads and drove into the far end of a big car park that looked directly across the road at the house. They were only a few cars alongside me and a small foot high wall to stop exits from there.
I sat and looked memories flowing through me. It had double glazing and blinds a few cosmetic changes and an extension. I sat in my car enthralled feeling a, warm glow between my legs. With the radio on I had a few tech papers to read, but I kept looking at that house... After 30 minutes I had used 2 paper tissues to clean up the mess based on memories. Then the front door opened and Jayne stepped out I knew immediately it was her.Younger than I remembered but still looking the same wearing a boob tube, torn denim jeans covering her long shapely legs and a different blonde hairstyle. She waved at me,I was panic stricken she had not changed at all. She walked, across the road happily smiling at me,it didn't seem possible I was frozen in place.She walked straight past me sat in the driving seat, shouting something, then I saw a blue car stop in my rear view mirror and she got in and it drove off.
I looked back to at the house and there stood a woman waving goodbye to Jayne. Then it hit me, it wasn't Jayne getting in the blue car it must have been a ********. There across the road was Jayne, stood at the front door wearing jeans and a jumper hair a bit shorter different shade looking the age she should be,yes it was her it had to be her.She stood and slowly out of interest turned her head looking up and down the road. She looked past my car and then came back and looked and peered directly at me. I kept still she seemed to stiffen up and then we locked eyes. It seemed for a long time all was quite absolutely still. Should I go and talk to her, shall I duck down under the dash,will she walk across to me. I realised I was part of her youth she may not want to revisit. She seemed to shake herself awake after what seemed a long long time and slowly closed the door still looking at me. I wanted to leave quickly I was shaken up. As I backed the car out and turned and stopped, I saw the blinds in that front room part. She must have been looking at me, so I opened the drivers door window and waved conspiciously before driving off.
As I reached the end of town I joined the left side queue waiting for lights to change.In the right side queue was a blue cabriolet and the ******** was the passenger. The driver was black... Like mother like ********.. Twenty four hours later I sat on a 747 as it passed nearly overhead of that village. I was on my way home back to the real world.The end
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