Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 01:05:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bud Buddy <suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com>
Subject: Learning to Worship Black Dick Part 4

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When we last left the little whore he had just gotten his cherry popped and
his new pussy filled with piss by the hulking, scarred, 6'7", black ex-con
he met in the park.  He was taught a few things about obeying and
worshipping the black man, but his lessons were just beginning.


Learning to Worship Black Dick pt. 4 By: Suckbuddy420

My brand new pussy was a problem.  I couldn't ride my bike.  I had to get
off it and walk.  My ass kept trying to eat my bike seat.  I walked
alongside my bike, holding the black bag that the big black man had given
me in the park after he fucked me.  I was still pretty high from the pill
he had shoved down my throat, the weed and all the poppers.  I could feel
the hot afternoon air in my dripping wide open cunt.  My cutoffs had been
short to begin with, but the big ex-con had ripped the bottom out of them
so that it hung around my hips like a short jean skirt, so short that most
of my ass was exposed.  I stopped every once in a while to run my fingers
around the outside of my open pussy.  I was amazed that it stayed so wide
open for so long.  Each time I stopped I dug my fingers in it I then lifted
them to my mouth and sucked them clean.  I was doing that, licking the piss
and lube off of three of my fingers when a pick-up truck pulled up and
stopped next to me.

"Hey boy, you need a ride?"  I heard and looked up through the passenger
window, three of my fingers still in my mouth.  "Something wrong with your
bike?" asked the older bearded farmer that had given me a nasty grin
earlier as I rode around town.  I took my fingers out of my mouth with a
slurp.

"No it's fine, but thank you, I would love a ride just a few blocks to the
church." I said, licking my lips clean. The old guy nodded eagerly and
jumped out of the truck.  He threw my bike in the back of his truck. Then
he turned and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Jump in little fella." He said and he looked down at my shoulder where his
rough hand lay.  "What's all this?" He asked running fingers over my
shoulder and up my neck. "Looks like you got chewed on pretty good." It
felt good to feel his rough strong fingers on the throbbing bruises.

"I did." I said looking over at him.  He wasn't very tall, 5'6" or so, not
much taller than me.  He was real gruff looking though, with a full salt
and pepper beard and bright green eyes. I also noticed that he had a lot of
hair.  His forearms were thick and muscular and covered with white hair, it
also stuck up from the neck of his shirt. "I liked it a lot." I said,
looking in his eyes and smiling at him.

"Did you now?  Well good for you!" He smiled back at me as he opened the
passenger side door for me. I threw the black bag onto the floor of the
pickup and started to crawl in.  His hand reached out to help me into the
truck and I felt his rough fingers grab onto my bare ass cheek as I started
to climb in.  "Looks like you lost your panties, kid."  I arched my back
and smiled back at him.

"I didn't wear any, but the man who sucked on my neck ripped my shorts for
me too." I said.

"And you liked it didn't you, you little bitch?"  He asked as he slipped a
couple of fingers down the crack of my ass and they kinda just fell into my
wide open hole.

"I like that it made it easier for men to play with my new pussy." I said
starting to hump back against him.

"What a nice man to help you out like that." He said and ripped his fingers
out of me and shoved me into the truck shutting the door behind me.  "Wanna
go for a little ride with me before I drop you off at your daddy's church?"
He asked as he climbed in and threw the truck in gear.

"Sure!" I said.  "That sounds like fun."

"Lay down here on the seat and show me that new pussy of yours, kid." He
said grabbing the thigh closest to him and pulling it up onto the bench
seat of the truck and pulling me towards him so that my head was pressed
against the door and my pussy was wide open and facing him.  "Lift that
other leg up onto the dashboard, boy."  I did. He lit a filterless smoke
and kept it in the corner of his mouth as he drove with one hand and
started to play with me with the other.  "Looks like your friend opened
your pussy up real good." He said jamming three of his thick stubby,
calloused fingers into me and squishing them around.

"It was open even more right after he fucked me with his big, black cock."
I said rubbing my red puffy titties as I layed back and watched him finger
me as he drove.  "It's starting to close up.  He fucked me really hard and
then he peed up inside of me." I said and then moaned and pushed back
against his fingers.

"Where'd you find a nigger to fuck you in these parts, boy?" The farmer
asked with a tinge of disgust to his voice

"He was at the park.  He said he just got out of prison and was just
passing through."  I said and then looked at the man for moment before I
asked him, "Don't you like black men?"

"Figures.  We get em all the time, comin' up from Leavenworth."  He said
then he pulled the truck over and parked.  "And no boy, I do not like
niggers." Then he looked over at me and smiled that dirty smile at me.
"But I bet a little cocksucker like you does.  I hear them boys got big
fuckin' dicks.  You say he came and then pissed up inside your little
boypussy?"

"Oh yes, all of the black men that I've met have had really big ones.  He
fucked me sooo good.  He made my ass into a pussy for me and then he made
me pregnant with his piss.  I squirted most of it out, but I think there's
some still in there" I said squirming under the old mans fingers.

"I can tell.  It's still real wet.  I'll bet a little slut like you goes
crazy for a really big dick.  You like to get that little mouth and cunt of
yours fucked by big nigger dick don't you boy?"

"Yes, I do." I moaned around his fingers and he leaned forward and pulling
his fingers out of my cunt, he replaced them with his mouth.  He started to
lick and suck my stretched out hole.  "Ohhh, yes." I said grabbing onto his
head and forcing his face deeper into my pussy.  Nobody had ever done that
to me and it felt sooo good. "I love black men.  They're the best!" He
grabbed onto the backs of my thighs and pushed my legs up farther so that
he could get deeper into my pussy with his mouth.  He lifted his face up
and smiled at me, the slime from my pussy dripping off of his thick beard.

"Boy, I love to eat a sloppy cunt, and you got one of the prettiest little
pussies I ever seen.  I wanna suck all of that filthy nigger slime outta
ya."  He dove back in and ate me out with gusto.  I looked down and noticed
that he had pulled his cock out and was jerking it.  He had a really thick
one and I hoped he would fuck me with it but it felt so good having his
mouth on me, licking and chewing on the swollen lips, digging into it with
his tongue and sucking out all the fuck juice that was left inside of me.
I felt a fart coming and tried to hold it in, but then I couldn't and it
came out in a big, loud, wet rush all over his face and the seat of his
truck.  I guess there was still some piss and cum up inside of me.  "Oh
yeah, kid, gimme some more of that you nasty little fuck!" He yelled into
my hole as he licked and slurped it all up.  I felt another deep fart
building up so I let if fly.  This one wasn't as loud, but it produced more
cum which he lapped up like a crazy man.  "Feed me all that nigger cum from
your pretty pussy, boy." He said lifting his head again.  He was breathing
hard, and making weird noise.  I pushed out again hard and more cum came
out from deep inside of me.  Man, that guy had really shot it deep in
there, even his piss hadn't washed it away.  He ate the rest of the cum I
had pushed out and then he started crawling up my body until his wet face
was on top of mine.  He shoved his face down on mine and we kissed.  I
could feel his wet beard on my face and I broke the kiss to suck all the
black piss and cum out of it.  "Oh fuck, that's a dirty little whore.  Oh
fuck, gonna shoot." He grunted as he shoved his fat cock into me and shot
his load deep." I lay there and took it, sucking his beard as lifted his
head and shook on top of me and yelled out the truck window.  "Here's
another load for you, little boy!  You little cumdump motherfucker!"

I loved hearing what men said as they came.  The nastiest stuff came out of
their mouths.  He had called me a "cumdump".  I liked the sound of that.
He finished shooting in me.  Then he pulled out and abruptly sat back up,
wiped his lips with the back of his hand, lit a smoke and started the
engine.  I shoved a couple of fingers into my pussy and dug out some of his
cum.  I lifted it to my mouth and ate it, swirling it around in my mouth
before I swallowed.  Mmmm.  I love the taste of cum, even old man cum.  I
looked up at him and he was staring down at me smoking and sneering.

"Pull yourself together, boy and I'll drop you at your daddy's church." He
said coldly and started driving.  I sat up and lit a smoke of my own.  I
smoked and fingered my pussy, wet with old farmer spit and cum as we drove
back through town and pulled up in front of my dad's church. He turned to
me.  "Get your own bike out." Then he looked at me with that sneer again on
his lips.  "Nigger loving faggot."

I grabbed my bag and got out.  When I turned to shut the door, I saw eyeing
the slime I had left behind on the seat.  I got my bike out with some
difficulty and when I looked in the window to thank him for the ride, he
was licking the seat clean with his nasty old tongue.

"Thanks for the ride." I said and he sat up and drove away without looking
at me.  I noticed there was a rebel flag on the back window of the pick-up.
I parked the bike and walked into the church.

I always loved the smell of that old church.  It smelled like incense and
wood.  There didn't seem to be anyone there.  I walked up the center aisle
and up onto the alter.  My dad must have been in his office.  Good.  I only
came here to do one thing, anyway.  I walked up to the alter and grabbed
the golden chalice that sat on it.  During each service my dad would drink
the wine out of the chalice.  I dumped the wine out on the floor and held
it down to my crotch.  I lifted my "skirt" up with one hand and grabbing
ahold of my fat little cock, I filled the chalice with my boy piss, then I
got my cock hard and shot a load into it too.  I placed it back on the
alter and left giggling.

I went next door to our house.  My mom was asleep on the couch.  Her
afternoon pass-out, I guess.  Fuck her.  Bitch.  I thought and walked up to
her and looked down on her sleeping there, her mouth open and drooling.  I
reached my fingers back into my pussy and dug out some more of the old
man's cum and rubbed it all over her lips.  She snorted and snorted a
little in her sleep and then sucked a little on my finger before I pulled
it back, then shifted her position and licked her lips clean of the cum
before she started snoring again.  I chuckled and went into my room.

I unlocked the army box at the end of my bed and opened the black bag.  I
went through the bag and took out the money.  Wow a hundred dollars!  I
tucked it away with my other little savings from my allowance, thinking
that with that money I could buy a bus ticket to anywhere I wanted.  I
fingered myself as I thought about it.  It got me horny to have that money
after I got fucked.  I didn't really know why, but it made me feel like
more of a whore.  Like last night when Carl gave me the pack of Kools and
the joints and told me that I "deserved it" for sucking his big dick so
good for him.  My pussy lips were starting to close back up again.  I was
relieved, cause I was starting to think that I was going to be that
stretched out forever.  My finger felt good inside of me.  I took the
vaseline jar out of the bag and opened it, took a glob out and shoved it
deep in my pussy and moaned.  It made my hole so slick and nasty feeling
and I wanted to be ready in case anyone else wanted to fuck me today.  I
closed the jar and put it back in the bag.  I pulled out the baggy full of
ganga and pills and the little metal pipe and set it aside as well as the
little black bottle of what the ex-con in the park had called "poppers".  I
really liked those.  The bottle was full, I wondered how long it would
last.  I rummaged through the bag some more and found two big rubber
things.  One was shaped like a big black cock.  I ran my fingers over it
and felt the upraised viens.  It was like a real black cock, but it wasn't
as big as any of the ones I had seen in real life, only about 6 inches or
so, but it was pretty thick.  I bet it would feel good in my pussy when I
couldn't find any real ones though.  I tossed it back in the bag and looked
at the other rubber thing. It was black too and shaped like a cone.  I had
no idea what that one was for so I tossed it back in the bag too.  I also
pulled a couple packs of the Kool 100s out of the bag. I took off my new
skirt and my collar (I hated taking it off...) and put them in the box.  I
shoved the bag into the army box too and locked it.  Then I threw on a new
pair of the thinnest shorts I could find and, taking my other stuff with me
I went into the kitchen and had a sandwich and left.

I shoved the poppers, pills and weed and the pipe and smokes into my saddle
bag and jumped on my bike.  My pussy was better now.  At least it had
shrunk back up enough to ride a bike without swallowing the seat.  It felt
good to pump my legs on the pedals and feel my slick pussy lips rubbing
against each other.  I rode through town and got a bunch of more nasty
grins and waves from men.  The town cop that had called me a whore outside
the bar last night was sitting in his cruiser and winked at me as I passed.
I stopped peddling and lifted my ass in the air as far as I could for him
and even though he couldn't see it I winked back with my pussy.  I was high
as fuck on the pill I had taken only a couple of hours ago.  It seemed to
just get stronger and took away all of my inhibitions. I heard a short honk
and looked back to see the cop giving me a thumbs up out the window of his
cruiser I laughed and rode on.  I parked my bike in front of the candy
store to get a soda.  Mr. Siciliano smiled big when I entered.

"Well if it isn't little Jooony-boy." He said, drawing my name out.  Oh
yeah, by the way my name is Jon, Jonny to most.  But I liked the way
Mr. Siciliano said my name he gave it a hard o sound so that it sounded
like Joan-y.  There was really nothing feminine about me.  I was a boyish
boy, thick and solid, growing taller everyday.  But for some reason he
always treated me like I was a little girl. "You coming in for a soda, lika
always baby?" He said as he came from behind the counter and sliding his
muscular, hairy arm around my shoulders to lead me to a table in the back
of the store even though there was nobody else in there.

"Yes, Mr. Sicilano, I'm super thirsty." I said leaning into his thick body
as he guided me. He sat me in the tall booth in the very back so I was
facing the wall with the tall booth behind me. He was about 6' tall and
super hairy everywhere.  He was a thick strong looking man.  I know that I
sucked his cock through the hole before cause it was so brown and hairy.
He had a little bit of an accent and I know that I had heard him talk dirty
to me as he fed me his load through the hole in the park toilet before.
His was one of my favorite cocks, uncut and super thick.

"I seen you earlier, coming outta the toilet ina the park." He said
standing next to my table.  "I was gonna go in to take a piss and saw you
come out with a big, black man. So I hid behind a tree and watched" Oh
shit! I thought nobody had seen that.  He didn't seem to mind though since
he stood there rubbing his thickening cock through his pants.  He leaned
his big body casually against the side of the booth and started to undo his
pants. "You sucka that big black dick, boy?"  He asked pulling out his
cock.

"Un huh."  I nodded and reached out to grab his fat cock as it rose to meet
my hand. I pulled back the skin that covered the head.  There was a lot of
thick white stuff in the folds under the skin.  It smelled so good.  "He
fucked me with it too." I said and started to lick all the funky buildup
from under the ridge of his now throbbing cockhead.

"He fucka you little ass with that big black dick?"  He asked and grabbed
the back of my head.  He started to fuck his nice big italian dick into my
mouth.  "He had you leashed and tied up good." He laughed and fucked his
meat into my throat with a grunt.  "You a good little cocksucker, bambino,
sucka that big, man dick boy." He got rougher with my head ramming it hard
down on the stalk of his cock.  "You a dirty littla faggot boy, getting
fucked by big, black men ina the park toilet.  Whore."  He grabbed onto my
hair with one hand and began to fuck my throat with deep, hard strokes.  I
got up on my hands and knees in the booth so that I could take his face
fuck better.  "Stick that fat little boy hole up ina the air." He said and
I arched my back as much as I could. He reached forward with his free hand
and started to beat my ass as he raped my face.  "Eata my Italian cum,
boy!" He growled, swatting me extra hard, at the same time shoving his cock
as deep all the way in deep.  I moaned around his meat letting him know
that I wanted to eat all of his cum.  He hit my ass hard again.  "Eat it
alla up." he said and pulled out a couple of inches then shoved it back
home again and started to shoot.  I swallowed every drop and licked him
clean while he massaged my asscheeks and ran his fingers through my hair.
"That'sa good boy." He said as my lips slurped on the head of his cock,
licking the last drops off.

A bell rang out as someone came into the shop.  He tucked his junk away.  I
was still kneeling in the booth as he walked away.  I sat up and wiped the
spit from his face fuck from my cheeks and reached down into my shorts
rubbing the slick spit into my pussy.  It mixed with the vaseline and made
a sloppier mess.  I was shoving two fingers into myself when he walked back
up with the soda. He set it down and then leaned into my ear and whispered
to me.

"You bringa that pussy back here ata closing time soon and I fucka you ass
good, baby." He licked my ear with his thick tongue.  "Enjoya the soda.
It's ona the house." He twisted my nipple and walked away.

I drank the soda while fingering out my tight, wet pussy.  The lude was
still going strong.  I was relaxed and horny as fucked.  I was glad I had
so many more of those pills.  I wondered what other drugs would make me
feel like?  I was really beginning to like the fact that everywhere I went
men seemed to want to fuck with me.  I know it was called molesting and
that was supposed to be a bad thing, but it wasn't.  I wanted it as bad or
more than they did.  I loved cock.  I loved the way it felt when a man used
me hard or called me names.  I couldn't wait to get more of it.  I left the
candy shop with a wave to Mr. Siciliano and lit a smoke out front, got on
my bike and headed to the truck stop.

It was late afternoon now, 4ish and I rode down the dusty rode thinking
about the guy in the park toilet that told me to check out the rest area
yesterday at around this time.  In the last 24 hours, I had gone from a kid
sucking dick through a hole in the wall to doing drugs, getting completely
controlled and fucked by a kid-rapist in the park, had my ass eaten by an
old racist farmer, sucked off truckers, drank piss, got piss fucked into my
ass and was covered in suck marks from the huge black, ex-con in the park
that took my cherry.  I thought about him as I parked behind the truckstop.
I wish I coulda followed behind him on that leash everywhere, been his dog,
got fucked by him everyday.  But I was just a little kid.  I wanted to
finish school and stuff.  I was a straight A student. I had dreams.  I had
to stick around for a while. But, I thought, as I tossed my smoke and stood
there rubbing my asscheeks that still stung good from the spanking
Mr. Sicilano gave them while he fucked my raw throat, I might use some of
that money to take a bus an hour up north to Leavenworth some afternoon and
see about what a prison town might have to offer a budding slut like me.

I grabbed the small saddle bag off of my bike with the poppers, weed, pills
and pipe inside of it, just in case, took one last deep breath of the the
smell of diesel in the air, then turned and walked into the truckstop.
Right when you entered there was a little store with everything a trucker
might need.  There were four hallways leading off from the central store
with signs above them that read: Truck-driver Toilet & Showers, Diner,
Motel, and Bar.  There was no one else in the store but I could hear noises
down the hallways. There was a huge older man, mid-fifties or so, sitting
behind the counter doing figures and muttering under his breath a smoking
cigar clenched in his lips.  I don't think he even saw me standing there
cause the counter was so tall.  I stood there for a second breathing in the
cigar smoke.  It reminded me a little of the Swisher Sweet smoking, horny,
black trucker last night that had fucked my face against the back wall of
that building but the smell was stronger and the smoke thicker.  It made me
hard in my thin little shorts.

"Excuse me, Sir?"  I said and he looked up and then looked down and saw me.
He smiled.

"Yeah kid?"  He asked in a kinda bark.

"Um.." I licked my lips.  I was a little afraid of him.  "Are you Joe?"  he
nodded, impatient. "I met a trucker out back last night named Carl, Sir and
he told me to come in here cause you'd want to meet me, but then I didn't
come in until today." I said all in a rush.

"Carl, huh?" he said and then leaned forward over the counter to look down
at me better.  "He the one that bite you up like that?" He asked with a
smirk.

"Um...no Sir.  That was another man, this afternoon."  I answered.  He
stood up and he towered above me.  He was on a raised platform so he looked
even bigger.  I figured he was 6'4" or 5".  I was beginning to be good at
sizing men up.

"Another black man?" He asked

"Yes Sir.  In the park." I answered lifting my hand up to run my fingers
along the side of my neck and feel the bruises that still throbbed there.
It made my dick even harder to have this man examine me like this.

"Yeah, I've noticed that black men like to mark their fucks, mexicans do
too." He pulled the cigar from between his teeth and pointed out back with
it.  "So you been working my back lot, huh boy?  You just a little slutboy
lot lizard or you been getting paid." He snarled at me.

"No Sir, nobody paid me anything....I guess I'm just a lot lizard.  That's
what Carl called me.  But last night was the first time I ever came here.
I won't come back if it makes you mad."  I said in a rush again.  He made
me nervous. I couldn't tell if he wanted to fuck me or beat me up.  He
looked really mad.  Then his face broke out in a big grin.

"Don't worry, kid.  I aint mad atcha." He chuckled and reached forward with
his big hand, the cigar still clenched in it and ruffled my hair.  "Having
someone like you around is good for business.  I aint had a local whore in
a while, since that bitch Cora took off with a trucker last month. You're a
young `un, could be trouble, but I'll bet you be quiet a draw."  He ran his
hand over my neck and then smacked the back of my head lightly making me
close my eyes and moan.  He laughed when I did that.  "I can see why the
black men like you, boy.  You like to be used hard, don'tcha?"  He asked
sticking the cigar back in his teeth and leaning his face down to mine.

"I guess so Sir.  The man in the park today tied me up and spit on me and
ordered me around and I liked it, if that's what you mean."  I said.

"That's exactly what I mean, kid."  He sat back in his chair.  "Hey Deon,
Whatcha need." He said over my head and I turned to see the black trucker
from last night walking up from behind me.

"Looks like you got what I need right here, Joe." Deon laughed and slapped
my ass as he stepped up beside me at the counter.  "How you doin, kid?"
Deon asked fondling my ass with his big hand.

"You know this little cocksucker, Deon?" Joe asked

"Double teamed him with that ex-marine trucker, Dave at the rest area last
night.  Both of us fed him some piss and cum, took it like a fucking
champ!" They both laughed as Deon ran his hand down under the elastic of my
shorts and slid a finger into my slick hole.  "Looks like the little whore
got his cherry popped since then, though." He said.  I arched my back so he
could get better access to my pussy and groaned with lust around his thick
finger as he added another.  "Woulda done it myself if it didn't think I
was in a hurry.  Got that fucking cancellation right after I left the
little fuck."  He rammed me a little harder on when he called me a "little
fuck".

"Yeah, I guess some other black dude got to his hole and made it into a
pussy in the park today. Probably that big fucking ex-con down from
Leavenworth that faggot trucker Charlie came in here complaining about this
morning, said he took his fun bag and stole a bunch of money from him.
Said he was a huge guy, almost seven feet tall with a 12 inch
cock. Probably exaggerating though, you know Charlie."

"He was 6'7." I said trying to be helpful.

"Then I guess it was him." Joe said chuckling.  "Lucky fucker.  Marked him
up good too."  Deon worked my pussy with his fingers hard and when Joe said
this he reached his hand up and wrapped it around my neck.

"Thought that looked like a nigga's necklace." Deon laughed twisting his
fingers in my pussy.  "Opened him up real good too.  Musta been a big nigga
dick."

"My pussy was open a lot more after he fucked me."  I said looking over at
Deon.

"I bet it was baby, but young pussy snaps back. It nice and tight and slick
now. This bitch working fo you now, Joe?"  Deon asked.

"I'm too young to have a job." I piped up.

"That's right little one." Joe said and reached his big hand forward again
and stroked my cheek and winked at Deon.  "But we might find something for
you to do around here anyway."

"Why don't you come on down to my room for a little while, boy.  We'll have
a little more fun." Deon asked and on the word fun he shoved another finger
into my pussy hard to join the other two.  "I'm gonna need a forty of malt
and a pack of Newports, Joe.  And I'll take this little whore for a couple
of hours too.  Regular deal?"

"This one's on the house." Joe said putting the bottle of beer in a small
bag.  "Enjoy the little cunt."  Joe winked at me and leaned over again this
time sticking his tongue in my mouth and grabbing the back of my head.
"Looks like you got yourself a job, bitch." He said as he pulled back and
slapped my face playfully.  Then he handed the bag to Deon, who ripped his
fingers out of me, tucked the pack of smokes in his chest pocket, took his
paper bag in one hand and grabbed me around the neck with the other and led
me down the hallway marked Motel.

...To be continued.