Cross Country Slut, Part 4

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Cross Country Slut, Part 4Cross Country Slut, Part 4I woke up in the darkened room [at least I realized it was a room] my first realization was that I was sore; not only my gaping cunt but up inside. My insides had really been re-arranged. I also realized that, not only did Bill have me firmly in the spoon position – with his cock jammed between my cheeks – but there was another body in the bed. As my mind started to work a little better, things started to cum back to me. I would find out later that, not only had I had a very good night but…there was a video record of it!As the fog slowly cleared, things came back. It was a little after six, I was lying in a damp spot that I was pretty sure was cum, time to go and get coffee but – first, I had to pee so badly I felt like I was going to explode! There was something else stirring inside of me…I exploded into the toilet!I just slipped into some panties and the dress then, made the short walk to the store. As I walked more and more came back to me. I’d had a real workout the night before; there was no shame for the discomfort I was feeling. If my memory was correct they had taken turns on me…for quite a while.It was, they had and now, I was going to service some more morning wood. I got some donuts to go with the coffee; if they didn’t want them, I needed them. The coffee got cold over the next hour.By the time I finally minced my way to the restaurant; they had spent a little over an hour trying to fuck me senseless. The day before I was fucking around on the CB Radio; playing with the new toy and being as raunchy as Bill would allow. I messed with a number of guys until one broke in to say that, ‘I got somethin’ make you shut up bitch…then…scream for mama.’ Bill and I laughed about it but the guy persisted – in a nice illegal bahis way. From the voice and accent, it was clear that he was not only black but, from down south. One of the states where, fucking a white girl, could still get a black ass hung. We talked openly and developed a little code. I found out that he had a major meat monster – thirteen inches of black cock. Bill agreed and we met up with him in a rest area, about an hour later. We talked for a while, sitting at a table, I was appraised by our new friend. He wasn’t bad looking and, after some mutual fondling, agreed that I was ‘decent’ sissy breeding material. I’d played enough that his cock was getting hard enough to show interest in me. Once his crotch was bulging – hell, that cock was halfway down his thigh – I suggested that we get in the truck so that I could do a ‘size check’. That turned into a nice long cock sucking session.Bill left us alone while I showed the guy that I could give a good blow job. Half an hour later we were back on the road. We’d made arrangements of where to stop for dinner, we would share a room; this slut was going to get a fucking to remember. The blow job had been a little sloppy; this guy had loads to match his cock size. I’d swallowed what I could but worn some; I spent time riding along while patches of his cum dried on the top of my dress. I didn’t want Bill to feel left out so, I gave him equal treatment as he drove.We stopped early that day.We got a room, got cleaned up then went to the restaurant for dinner. I was more than full of anticipation of what the evening would turn out to be. I’d been the last one to show up; I not only had some ‘personal’ things to handle but, spent some extra time on my hair and makeup. They both approved of how I looked…clean but a illegal bahis siteleri little slutty.Back at the room I found out that they had already flipped a coin. Our friend would be getting me first. I didn’t realize that, while I was being bred by him, Bill was setting up the laptop and his web cam. The next few hours would become very public the next day.We changed position a few times; from missionary to me being flat on my tummy then back to missionary. He wasn’t as thick as Bill; he had the ‘length’. While taking his time with me, he slowly prodded deeper and deeper. By the time he filled me with the first load of seed, I was taking almost all of that cock. We stared at each other intently as he filled his wiggling squealing slut while trying to get every inch of that cock buried in me. Bill didn’t even give me time to move. As soon as the guy pulled out, Bill mounted me then, gave me a new reason to squeal and thrash around while taking him.Later, we finished the evening with them being a tag team on my cunt. I was pretty well fucked out when it was over – fucked out, glowing like hell and loaded with black seed. Most of everything had been captured by the PC. Bill played a little back and I was amazed at how loud I was! It didn’t seem that way when it was going on. I had taken all of him near the end; squealing, yelling, begging and just generally going crazy under him…I’d handled every inch of that cock. I was raw and sore that night as we drifted off to sleep. The next morning I’d awake a total wreck!Now, when I returned with the coffee, our friend was in the shower and Bill was more than ready. He dragged me into bed and [by the time our friend joined us] was well on his way to giving me another nice big load of seed. The other guy just watched canlı bahis siteleri and stroked while I had my sore cunt plowed. Near the end – while I was bent double, with my feet up over Bill’s shoulders and he was filling me with seed – that old feeling crept in. I was in the best position for successfully getting pregnant if, I had the right ‘equipment’. As I explained to Bill later; it was the joy of being pregnant to a good black guy. The whole thing; carrying the baby while I got big and fat, everything that went with it. I always craved that.Our friend made sure I’d remember him for a while. Bill watched while I took every inch of that hard black cock then, another huge creamy load of seed. Even after a long time on the toilet, it was clear that it would be a tampon day; at least the first few hours of it. I was still getting occasional little cramps and leaking. My guts were also giving an occasional flip; I’d been used very well.We were headed east, he was turning north. As we got ready to leave I climbed up into his cab [showing some pantied ass to anyone watching] leaned across the passenger seat and gave him a combination wet kiss and cock grope. We chatted until we were out of range of his radio.I watched parts of the video a few times; parts where Bill was giving it to me good and hard and, of course, the parts where a big pair of balls slapped my ass while thirteen inches were driven home deep inside of my well-stretched cunt. I was good and loud, the sound was high enough, that I transmitted the loudest parts of it over the radio. That started a lot of bullshit with other drivers. When things calmed down I explained that, “That’s what a white sissy slut sounds like when she’s gettin’ two nice big black cocks…and lovin’ it.”Sore and worn out, I spent some time relaxing in the sleeper. The last thing I wanted to do was be so tired that I would turn Bill down. Besides, laying down I leaked a lot less. I was sore from end to end but; still glowing all over from the hours of good hard sex.

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