Getting Popular

Mark and T-Money placed an old mattress from the vacant apartment next door, and bought a few boxes of Magnum condoms.

Faith, increasingly addicted to group sex, was on board with an old-fashioned gangbang. They had picked an area even the cops were too afraid to patrol, and dumped the old mattress into the alley.

First up was Mark and T-Money, who wanted the thick white bitch fresh. And as clear as a church bell, her whimpers and whining brought more and more males, lining up for big white ass, well-fucked white pussy, and eager white mouth.

The hours went by, one group after another, the condoms littering the street. And finally, the supply ran out just as the last man came up. He was homeless. He had mats in his hair and beard and smelled terrible. But that was part of the appeal.

"Just put on a condom," Faith said, her face marked with dried cum from earlier visitors. The man looked in boxes.

"Ain't none left," he said. Faith was past logic and reason.

"Just pull out then."

He tugged out his cock, longer and fatter than most she'd had, climbing on board her doggie style. She grunted, as he easily slid into her well-fucked pussy.

"Fuck ... so long since Jack had pussy," the man grunted, continuing to pound away. She could fele his large ballsac slap her clit hard, coaxing one final cum out of her. She was almost delirious now.

"Cum ... just cum, cum for me please," Faith begged.

"Oh, Black Jack gonna cum all right," he said. He burrowed deep within her, and she could smell the **** and cheap cigarettes and cheap food and decay and body odor. He held his body tight over her as he came, shooting his cum deep in her, not bothering to withdraw his cock. And they lay there like that, the bull and his breeding stock.